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Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 01

By: AmericanWench



Thanks to Terry, for editing help.

Renne hung up the phone, and none too softly. Normally not one to get angered, she could not control the sheer disgust she was feeling. "That bitch" she said softly to herself.

It had been Garry, on the phone. He told her Deana had a new project at work, and he would be late coming home, as they had to work it through. 

It was not Garry, Renne was angry at, it was Deana. Deana had started at Garry's firm about 3 weeks prior. It had become very obvious to Renne, and others, that she would like Garry to be her top project. Although she was not normally jealous, Renne knew she would have to keep her eye on this one.

She thought back to when she first met Deana. She had gone to Garry's office to bring him some papers he had asked for. What first struck Renne, was Deana's demeanor toward Garry. Women could see these things. The way she made it a point, to touch Garry's shoulder, or hand, when speaking to him. She giggled, just a little too often. Renne brushed it off, that first time. 

The next time they met, Renne noticed that Deana had a new "look". Her shoulder length dirty blond hair was being down now, instead of pulled back, as it was when they first met. Instead of the tailored suit Deana had worn, it was now a dress, a bit too low cut, revealing the cleavage of her 40B breasts. Proper length, but when Deana sat, Renne noticed that she would pull the hem of the dress up, revealing a bit too much leg.

What had irritated Renne, was that Deana made no effort to hide the fact that she wanted Garry, and intended to have him. 

Renne reflected on her and Garry's wonderful relationship. One built on honesty, and sincerity. It was very passionate, and they were both open minded sexually. Renne normally deferred to Garry, on most matters. Garry was aggressive, sexually, and Renne enjoyed being overpowered. Renne, normally easy going, toyed with her long auburn hair, wondering how she should handle this "Deana" situation. She called Garry, and suggested they all meet at the bar, around 9. Garry and Deana agreed, and Renna could hear Deana giggling as Garry hung up the phone. Renne's anger grew, and she thought, "You want to play hard ball? You got it, bitch"

She showered, and dressed in a short denim skirt, a blouse, over a camisole top, thigh highs, and heels. Her hair, well below her shoulder, she styled cascading down her back, with soft curls framing her face.

Renne arrived at the bar, shortly after nine, and found Garry and Deana sitting at a table near the corner. Deana's chair was pulled over, next to Garry, and she was leaning in, listening to him, exposing more of her breasts. 

Garry smiled as he saw Renne walking toward them. God, he was handsome, thought Renne. Six feet, two inches tall, jet black hair, graying at the temples, soft brown eyes. Renne thought herself rather plain and it made her feel so wonderful, that a man like Garry could think her beautiful. Renne approached the table, and Deana looked up, looking rather annoyed that someone, or something, had distracted Garry's attention from her. Deana forced a smile at Renne.

"Hi babe," Garry said as he stood, kissing Renne on the cheek.

"Hi, Love," was Renne's reply, as she put her hand on Garry's shoulder, accepting his kiss, then returning it with one on his mouth.

"Deana, how good to see you again," Renne said, almost believably. 

"Renne." Deana nodded.

Garry ordered Renne a drink, and started the conversation. "Deana has a great layout, for the new ad campaign", he said, glancing in Deana's direction.

"Wonderful!" Renne replied, smiling.

"Garry has done most of the work, though," Deanna coo-ed. 

The conversation continued as Renne finished her first drink. "Another one, babe?" Garry asked. "Yes, thank you, Love," Renne smiled at Garry, and suggested, "the waitress looks rather busy, could you get the drink for me?"

"Sure," Garry said, already on his feet.

The silent conversation between the two women spoke volumes in Garry's absence. Deana's gaze following Garry, as Renne smiled, as if already the victor in the undeclared war.

By the end of the evening, Renne was convinced that Garry was the prize, as far as Deana was concerned. Now, she had to find out what was going through Garry's mind.

Around midnight, Renne brought the little "meeting" to a close. She leaned in close to Garry, placing her hand on his leg. "Let's go home, Babe," she whispered.

They exchanged their goodbyes, and Renne turned and rolled her eyes as Deana placed a kiss on Garry's cheek. Garry turned toward Renne, and shrugged. Renne smiled.

When they got home, Renne offered Garry another drink. Playing it casual, she fixed him a drink, and sat beside him, on the sofa. They sat in silence for a few moments, as Renne opened the discussion. "She's pretty hot, isn't she?"

"Who?"

Renne smirked. "Deana, she's pretty hot"

Garry shrugged, "I suppose". 

Renne could tell Garry was preparing for an argument, although that was the last thing on Renne's mind.

"It's okay, Babe, your human, and very much a man," she spoke, softly.

Garry looked directly at her, realizing it was not a confrontation. He shrugged, and smiled. "yeah, she is pretty hot, but you're hotter"

Renne smiled, and kissed him. A light kiss, a reassuring kiss. "C'mon, Garry, I'm serious here. The blonde hair, the green eyes, tight little body too"

"Yep, but I like a woman with a little meat on her bones." Garry leaned in and began to nuzzle Renne's neck.

Renne had to try a different tactic here, this just wasn't working. She kissed Garry. A long, deep wet kiss. "I think she's hot," Renne said, in a low voice.

Garry looked at Renne, quizzically at first, then smiled. What she had said obviously aroused him. "You do?"

"Mmmm, yep, and I think that hot little bitch wants you, too"

Garry kissed Renne, and listened. "I think she would do just about anything to fuck you, and I'd like to see if I'm right. I'd also like to teach the little slut a lesson for trying to take my man."

"Oh, I'd fuck her, but YOU'RE my woman", Garry said, moving in closer to Renne.

Both of them were getting aroused now, as Garry began to run his hands over Renne's breasts. "Well," began Renne, "I think we could all enjoy this," as she spoke, she could feel Garry's cock harden. "I think I could teach the whore a lesson, She can be fucked by you, which she wants, and we could get her to satisfy us both. Would you like to fuck the little tramp, Love? Would you like to see me enjoying her too?" Renne placed her hand over Garry's cock, and pressed.

"Oh God," Garry moaned, as he began to undress Renne, and himself. Renne helped him in getting them both naked, and Garry pushed Renne back on the sofa. As she opened her legs, exposing her charms, she said, "then let's make it happen."

They fucked, furiously. As they rested, they devised their plan, then fucked again. Garry had taken her on the sofa, on the floor, and finally on the bed. By morning, both were sated, and the plan was in place. 

"You sure about this, Babe," he grinned, as they sat in bed, drinking the coffee Renne had brought in for them.

"Oh yes," Renne said confidently, "call her."

It was Saturday morning, but business had often prompted calls between Garry and Deana during off time, so the call would come as no big surprise for Deana.

"Morning!" Garry said cheerfully when Deana answered the phone.

"Well hello," came the reply.

"Look, I'd like to go over some of the plans for the new campaign. If you can make it, I'd like to have you come over for for dinner, and we can have a couple of drinks, go over the details."

"Sure..." Deana started. "Anyone else going to be there?"

"Just you, me and Renne. Renne thinks it's a great idea"

"Okay, what time"

"Let's say Seven"

"Seven it is"

"Great, see you then"

"Okay, bye for now"

Garry hung up the phone, and turned to Renne, who was already smiling. He grabbed her, pulling her close to him. "Didn't put up much of a fight, did she?" Renne mused. 

"Nope, and neither are you," He moaned, rolling onto her, and mounting her. 

Renne chuckled, then moaned, as he entered her. "Yes, baby, have me now, but then we must build your strength up. You're going to need it tonight." She grinned.

He took her slowly. They savored each other. Neither said a word this time. Both of them enjoying each other, satisfied of the plan they had worked up. 

As the day went on, Renne made sure everything was perfect for the night ahead. She had never done anything like what they were planning. Much of it would be very new for her, but she was sure she was going to enjoy it. They all were, even that smug little cunt Deana. Renne grinned, thinking of the surprise they had in store for her. 

*Please rate this story, and as always, feedback is appreciated.

Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 01-03



Justin and I are long gone our different ways. The following story no doubt contributed to our split, and it was no use me complaining and pointing out that all we did was fulfil his fantasy. Or that he had pushed me into it, each time a little further until...well until this happened.

Chapter 01

We lived in Melbourne in an eighth floor apartment. It was small, modern and trendy with so many bars, cafes and restaurants within walking distance that there was nowhere else we wanted to live. 

Privacy was a different issue. Our balcony was crescent shaped with a modern glassed in railing, and wile it screened us from our neighbours in the same building, across the road, perhaps 25 metres away, was another, taller apartment building. There were also office towers on either side of that apartment which made several dozen windows that could look onto our balcony. And that was where the trouble started.

Justin loved it when I walked around in skimpy clothes. Like most men would I guess. I'm slim, 172cm tall (that's around 5'8" for my American cousins -- are you the only non-metric nation in the world now?) and back then my hair fell halfway down my back, dark brown with the slightest wave (and would go frizzy in the rain -- and you have to hate that right ladies?). Small B cup boobs, but I'm proud to say very pert with pencil thick nipples that poked out of whatever I was wearing whether they were erect or not. So Justin loved it when I wore no bra, ensuring all men I spoke to (even the gay ones) would drop their eyes when greeting me. 

Don't get me wrong, I was into what he was into, but for the other reason. He was the voyeur and I was the exhibitionist. But, and it is a big but, I need to be pushed into exhibiting myself. Or drunk. Or turned on.

We had been out drinking the night it all started, we staggered into our apartment and began dragging our clothes off in the living area. When I was naked, my nipples very proud and erect, Justin stopped, stepped back and grinned at me. He dared me to go out onto the balcony. It was after midnight, and a quick glance showed only a couple of illuminated apartments across the way. So I did it. The air was cool and I felt the goose bumps rise on my skin as I stepped into the outside air. And my clitoris sent its message of happiness throbbing into my belly. I walked to the railing and looked down, watching two cars crawl along the narrow road. The noise of the city rose to meet my ears and I felt public and very exposed.

From directly across the road on the same level as our apartment, I saw a match flare on a darkened balcony. I couldn't see who had struck the match, but I shivered with the knowledge that whoever was there could probably see my silhouetted shape against the light of our apartment. I was fairly certain that they would not have been able to see my nakedness, not on the darkened balcony. 

And then the lights in our apartment were extinguished and for a moment I felt a sense of gratitude to my live in lover and boyfriend, the man who I was starting to think could be the one. Until the lights on our balcony flashed on, completely illuminating me, then were switched off. I spun to look for Justin as the lights came back on and stayed on. He too had seen the flare of the match and had deliberately darkened the apartment to keep himself from view, then flashed the balcony lights to attract the smoker's attention. For I was fairly certain as a smoker myself, that what I had seen was someone lighting up. 

'Turn the lights off Justin,' I said trying to keep my voice calm despite the rising embarrassment I felt. 

'No,' he replied, equally calm sounding. There was a competitiveness developing as part of our relationship. I could have easily walked into the dark safety of the apartment, but I would have lost to his dare. I had to return when I wanted to, not because he had made me. 

'Then I'll come inside,' I said.

'No, I'll do something for you if you stay out there.' His voice had gone a little husky and I felt myself shiver in lust. I do have one voyeuristic element to me, and that is watching men masturbate. Male self-pleasure is a great turn on to me and Justin knew it. And as I stood naked on the balcony I saw in the half light of the apartment his naked form sitting in a chair just inside the window. I watched as his long-fingered hand wrapped itself around his erection and he began to stroke himself with a languid wrist bending motion. I shivered again.

'Turn side on so they can see you,' he muttered and I did. From across the way, if they were indeed watching, they would be able to see most of my front now. I didn't care whether they were watching, the point is that they could be. The element of excitement or arousal that comes from being an exhibitionist is not always knowing that you are being watched, but that you could be. 

Justin sat and I stood watching each other for almost five minutes. He lost, his excitement overcoming his competitiveness, though truth be known he was only seconds ahead of me caving in. He beckoned me inside and without another word I straddled his lap and we fucked on the chair. Our breathing was ragged and harsh, his hands explored my breasts and back and face as I rose and fell on his lap. He didn't last, he had been too turned on for too long and I felt his hot come spurt inside me as he growled like a cornered fox. I buried him deep in me and watched his face contort as he came, then as he began to relax, but before he softened and slipped from inside me, I rapidly moved my hips back and forth. Our juices trickled from inside me and onto his lap as I used his still partially hard shaft to stimulate my clitoris and then I too came, a vision of being watched by a long haired man standing on his darkened balcony across the street with a glowing cigarette between his fingers the final prompt that released my inner ecstasy.

It turned out my vision was partly correct. 

Chapter 02

The following Friday morning I was standing outside the small shop that served the apartments in the area, waiting for my cab to collect me and take me to work. A young blonde girl walked down the street towards me, seemed to hesitate and then asked if I had a light. She fished out a packet of Alpine cigarettes as she asked and automatically I reached into my bag for my lighter. 

'Do you live in there?' she asked, pointing to my apartment block across the road. And I knew then that she was the smoker in the dark. Her hair was long, almost as long as mine. I guessed that she was perhaps 19, (at the time I was 26), and despite wearing a loose fitting sports sweater and track pants, I figured she had a nice athletic body.

'Yes,' I nodded as nonchalantly as I could while I flicked the wheel to ignite the flame. I watched her lips clamp on the filter and her cheeks curve inwards as she drew back.

'Eighth floor?'

'Uh, yes.' I had considered lying but couldn't see the point. 

'You know with your balcony lights on everyone can see.' A faint smile played at the corner of her mouth and her eyes challenged me to deny what she was saying. 

'And did you enjoy what you could see?' She blinked and the smile disappeared.

'Oh, I,' she stammered, unsure of how to take my confrontation. 'I wasn't saying that I...'

'I couldn't see you, but I knew you were there -- when you lit your cigarette.'

'Oh.' She looked alarmed now, as though the fact that I knew that she specifically had been watching was somehow more embarrassing than the fact that I had been naked and on show.

'So did you watch, or go inside?' I smiled now. My cab was coming and I was glad I had the chance to escape.

'I watched.' Her reply was whispered.

I leaned forward and placed my lips against her ear. 'Naughty girl,' I whispered, then climbed into my cab and didn't look at her as we drove away.

When I told Justin that night about my encounter, he became very turned on. So much so that I was able to have him lie on the bed, completely naked, and pleasure himself to orgasm as I described her to him. I was fully clothed and his come splashed onto my black pants leaving a sharply contrasting stain. 

We went out to dinner, then to a bar to see a band, arriving home again just after midnight. We were in our bed naked, me kneeling on the mattress with his thick cock in my mouth when he spoke.

'Go out there again.'

'What?' I knelt back and looked at him. 

'I want you to go onto the balcony again.'

'Why, do you think she might be just waiting for me?'

'Maybe.' It was clear to me that the thought that the blonde might be there was enough motivation for Justin. But it wasn't enough for me. I wanted sex and I wanted it now. I also had an impending sense that he wanted this part of our sex life to be explored further. And so in the best spirit of competition, I wanted to push his boundaries, just as he was pushing mine. 

'Okay then,' I agreed. 'You go out and get yourself on your seat, I'll be right behind you.' I held up my hand to silence his question. 'You don't get to make all the rules you know.'

He obediently left the room, erection bobbing before him, and I immediately opened my lower bedside drawer and extracted my silver dildo. I had three, the classic metallic slimline model that I had picked (which I nicknamed Mack the Knife because of the ease with which it could penetrate me), a large black one that possessed internal rotating balls and a clit stimulator (for when I was feeling VERY horny), and a lifelike, Caucasian flesh toned model. We used the latter for double penetration, Justin inside me anally and this inserted into my pussy. That was when I was VERY horny and feeling VERY naughty.

From my wardrobe I slipped on a pair of scarlet stilettos. As slutty as they come and rarely worn, Justin never the less loved them. My final piece of the costume was a large purple feather boa which I wrapped around my neck and draped down the front of my body. It covered only a little of me and only when I stood still, but in my opinion it added to the allure. 

With Mack hidden in my palm and up behind my wrist, I walked into the main living area. I consciously avoided meeting Justin's stare, though from the corner of my eye I saw that he was slowly stroking himself. The balcony was darkened so I stood in the open doorway and looked across at the windows opposite. I counted four that were lit. I also noted that two floors slightly below us in the office building to the right were fully lit. Being a Friday I guessed that the cleaners were still in residence. Or perhaps they had forgotten to switch off the lights when they left.

I reached to the wall beside me and switched the balcony lights on, squinting against their brightness, then switched them off and back on. I heard Justin groan and knew that he was immersed in his fantasy. But I didn't turn to look at him or acknowledge his reaction. Instead I strode onto the balcony, my heart pounding wildly as I stared at the darkened balcony that I thought was hers. I was wrong, but only by one balcony. Her match flared and for a moment I thought I could make out her face, but it was my imagination of course. But it was her response to my presence, her signal that she was watching again. That she was in fact a "naughty girl". Now I was wet.

I had an audience of two, my boyfriend naked and masturbating in the darkness behind me, and a blonde stranger who I knew nothing about other than she smoked Alpine. I reached the balcony and leant against it, thrusting my chest slightly forward so that the boa slipped to the side and revealed my breasts. The traffic was light tonight so that the more distant sounds of the city reached me; the beep-beep-beep of a reversing truck, the clackity-clack of what was probably the final train for the night heading into the suburbs. The normality of it all, and the sheer size of the city calmed my nerves as I realised how small I was within this glass and concrete metropolis.

I turned to lean my back against the railing and looked into the darkened apartment. I could make out Justin's dark shape in his chair, but not the expression on his face. 

'She's there.' 

'What? How do you know?'

'She lit her cigarette again, just like last time.'

'Ohhh.' The sound was both an acknowledgement of the fact and a statement of his lust. I turned away from him again to face my other voyeur. This time I gripped Mack by the base and held him up so she could see him. The lights from the city and the balcony were reflected in his shiny surface, and this was why I had picked him. There would be no doubt that she would see what I was holding. I brushed it across my face and brought it to my lips. Opening my mouth I slipped it in and began to fellate it. I turned sideways so that she could still see me, but now I brought Justin into view. 

'Oh fuck Alex!' he exclaimed. 'Oh Christ I'm coming!' It was too much for him and I listened to his climax, excited but disappointed. He had come way too soon for my liking. I took six of Mack's seven inches or so into my mouth, holding my head still as I slid his thin tapered tip into my throat. I had already had Justin there and he was bigger than Mack.

I wanted him inside me however, so I grabbed one of the outdoor chairs and turned it so that I was mostly facing my unnamed voyeur, but so that Justin could still see what was happening. I placed my feet on the arms of the chairs so I was positioned as though on a gynaecological table. And I slid Mack into my slick pussy with one motion.

'Oh yeah,' Justin growled, 'I'm hard again.' That excited me intensely and I began to piston Mack in and out, twisting his base so that the little electric motor began to purr and his gentle vibrations pulsed through my insides. I was losing my references to the outside world now, all my concentration was on my own pleasure. This is when I am a completely selfish slut and would willingly oblige any sexual demand. This is when Justin can get me to beg him to fuck me anally, to call my pussy my cunt, to tell him that I want him to fuck other women while I watch...in short to meet anything he desires. I'm embarrassed the next morning if he callously reminds me of my wantonness, but now, with Mack inside me working his magic as I thrust him to and fro, my mind is filled with the vision of the athletic blonde across the street, her hand inside her panties as she fingers herself. 

And I come in a massive orgasm that strikes so quickly that my right foot slips off the arm of the chair and lands almost painfully on the tiled floor. I pull my left foot down with slightly more care, trapping Mack inside me as the waves of pleasure roll from my pussy upwards through my abdomen and stomach and explode against my brain like a tsunami meeting a rock sea wall. My whole body is tensed, legs together, back straight and from across the street it would be possible to think I was in pain, not pleasure. But it's a fine line after all.

Finally it ends and I slip Mack free from the prison he endures without complaint, switching him off and letting him slide onto the tiles. My breathing is ragged and my heart is pounding again, but this time in the post orgasmic glow, not the beating of fear.

'Do you want to fuck?' Justin's tone is gentle, not demanding, acknowledging that he has witnessed one of my biggest orgasms ever and that perhaps I am spent for the night. But I'm not. I stand on legs that shake slightly and look across the way. On cue she draws back on her cigarette, (post orgasmic for her too?) and I smile and wave. The only real acknowledgement that I have offered her. I see movement from the office building nearby and see three figures pressed against a window looking towards me. All men from what I can see, so I send them a kiss and a wave. They clap their hands and high five each other as though in some way they think that they contributed to my pleasure. 

As I walked inside I wondered how many others were watching from their darkened balconies or windows. I have noticed that the apartments that are lit invariably have drapes drawn, shielding their occupants from unwanted eyes. Justin flicks off the light as I step inside then scoops me into his arms. He walks in silence to the bedroom and places me on the bed with such gentleness that I feel a wave of love for him. I remember my school friend Anna, a girl of strong Catholic values, warning me away from boys who are too open with their desires. 

'They are not the type you marry,' she admonished me. 

'I just want to fuck them, not marry them,' I had retorted, wanting to shock her. Which I did.

But right then I wanted to marry Justin because his actions in bringing me here were a loving acknowledgement of his respect for me fulfilling his fantasies. He slid his face between my thighs and I resisted.

'I'm too sensitive..'

'I'll be gentle, I promise,' he said. And he was, his tongue lapping gently around my labia, stroking softly across my clitoris and the tip barely parting my lips. His tongue lapped away the residual exhaustion and began to re-build the lust inside me. As my heart began to race again I finally submitted to the tension inside me, grabbed his head and pulled his face against my pussy. In response he rammed his tongue inside me as far as it would go, but it was the five o'clock shadow on his top lip that scraped across the sensitive surface of my clit that sent me over the edge again. Normally I didn't like the feeling of his stubble, but the animal was loose tonight and anything bad was now good.

His gentle ways were gone now as his tongue lashed my clit and his strong hands pinned me to the bed as I came, writhing under his tongue. There were no thoughts of blondes or cleaners, just the sensation of his lapping and the fire in my belly. 

'Fuck me now,' I ordered in a gasping voice. I like clitoral orgasms but it is the vaginal type, the ones like Mack gave me on the balcony that really finish me off. 

Justin was inside me in a flash, his cock so hard that for a moment I wondered if he'd lied about coming earlier. His mouth landed on mine and our tongues entwined in a frantic bout of lustful wrestling. I felt dominated but safe under his strong body and wrapped my legs around his buttocks and used my heels to urge him ever deeper, while my arms wrapped around his neck to hold his face against mine. 

I knew that he really had come earlier, for his endurance was longer than normal, which was a good thing as he was able to ride me into my third orgasm for the night. My clenching pussy muscles sent him over the top and we came together, a softer more gentle orgasm for both of us and one that gave the sensation of a loving union rather than an animalistic copulation. 

As he slid from inside me and rolled onto his side, I rolled towards him, ignoring the warm stickiness that followed his exit and hugged him. I placed my mouth against his ear.

'I love you.' They were words I had never used after sex before, it was too obvious and too deceptive. Normally. But tonight I knew I loved him, despite Anna's warning. 

Of course I hadn't considered that Justin's mother had warned him about girls like me.

Or that he would listen. 

Chapter 03

We met again outside the shop on the following Monday morning. Being late spring the days were becoming warmer and today she was wearing a short-sleeved, floral dress that clung to her small waist and emphasised breasts that were much fuller than I had imagined under her sweater.

'Hello,' she said simply as she passed and went into the shop. I barely nodded, my mouth going dry and I was thankful that she hadn't stopped to talk. I mentioned earlier that I could be mortally embarrassed by what I did under the influence of lust, and I was sure that my face was reddening now. I was wishing desperately that my cab would be on time for once when she reappeared from the shop already unwrapping the fresh packet of cigarettes. She smiled and approached me, flipping the lid and offering me one. 




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 01-03



'No thanks,' I shook my head while attempting to appear nonchalant. I had fucked myself to a massive orgasm with a vibrator for this woman's viewing pleasure less than 60 hours prior and now we stood in the street pretending life was normal.

'Amy,' she said, offering her hand after replacing her lighter and cigarettes in the trendy bag she had slung over her shoulder. 

'Alex,' I muttered accepting her hand. She had a not-too-firm, just-right kind of handshake that spoke of her self confidence. My cab approached, slowed by the stream of morning commuters.

'Would you like to come over for dinner tonight?' The question was as sudden as it was unexpected. I found myself in precisely the type of situation where I should have kindly rejected the offer, or at least deferred a reply until I could consider the repercussions. 

'Sure,' I said, sounding worldly and full of self confidence. It was a trait my friends told me I had in bucket loads, and none, except the closest of them, understood how deep my insecurities could run.

'Eighth floor, apartment 812, make it around eight,' she said as I slipped into the rear seat of the cab. A break appeared in the traffic and we were gone.

All day I kept asking myself what I had done. I couldn't even contact her to make up an excuse for not going. I didn't know her name and the phone company wouldn't give out her number on the basis of an address alone. I spent the whole day in turmoil and achieved nothing at work. I rang Justin and his response was stunned silence.

'Say something!' There was an edge to my voice and I was on the verge of taking my distress out on him when he spoke.

'Did she mention me?'

'What?'

'If she didn't, she probably wants just you to go over...' He left the words hanging. Being in his workplace meant we both had to talk in code and unsaid words. He was telling me what I knew deep down; that as the basis of my relationship with Amy was her watching me masturbate, her invitation was sexual. She had watched me twice, the second time was no more a coincidence for her than the my show was. 

'What the fuck am I going to do?'

'Don't go,' Justin replied. 'Next time you see her, apologise profusely and tell her you forgot about a prior engagement or whatever.'

'And she'll invite me again.'

'And you will refuse, and if necessary tell her that it isn't appropriate as you have a boyfriend.' He was right of course, the chances were that Amy had no idea that Justin lived in the apartment with me, or that in fact the balcony shows were his idea. Once she found out I had a boyfriend, she would almost certainly lose all interest in me. 

'Thanks babe. I wish you'd been there this morning, it would've made the whole situation so much easier.' I felt relief at accepting Justin's plan of action. It was rude, but so what.

'Don't worry about it, just accept that right now she's planning your evening out and it will be getting her all...' he paused and I pictured him glancing around to see if anyone was eavesdropping on his call, '...turned on. You're feeding her fantasy now.'

'Naughty boy,' I laughed, then said goodbye after we arranged to meet at our local bar at half five straight after work.

And at fifteen past eight I knocked on the door to apartment 812 of the apartment block opposite ours, clutching a bottle of fine red wine and a box of chocolates. I had changed my mind after sharing a bottle of wine with Justin in the lounge bar and listening to him mocking the idea that a woman could just proposition someone on the street and expect success. And he implied that I would never have had the courage to go through with my acceptance anyway. I felt a chill towards him then, the fact that he believed my sexual self confidence was in some way the result of his "power" over me. So I laughed with him, and asked him to role-play and help me select a bottle of wine to take over to ensure I seduced Amy. He picked my favourite bottle of Grant Burge cab-merlot, one that ensured he would get into my pants after two glasses. And he paid for it.

We arrived outside our apartment block at five to eight, and I kissed him on the cheek and told him not to wait up. He was shocked - really and truly shocked - but after an initial protest he fell silent and watched me cross the street. The shop was open so I ducked in and bought a packet of Alpine for Amy, a packet of Benson and Hedges for me and almost as an after thought, a box of Belgian chocolates. Wasn't that a classic first date gift?

Justin was still standing on the sidewalk looking at me when I exited the shop, but I didn't look at him as I strode up my side of the road and entered Amy's residence. But I stood in the foyer for five minutes watching him until he turned and went inside. Then another five outside the elevator on the eighth floor, summoning up courage to walk the short distance to apartment 812. 

Amy opened the door not as soon as I knocked, nor after waiting long enough to give me a final chance to reconsider. She offered a broad smile as she said hello and stood aside to let me enter. Her smile was quite beautiful, small dimples around the edges of her mouth, which I noticed was quite full lipped and framed slightly crooked, but pearly white teeth. Her face was slim with well rounded cheeks, another aspect of her that was more noticeable with her smile.

'You should smile more, it's quite becoming.' There was my famous, or infamous self confidence coming out. It was bolstered by the wine I had consumed and the fact that my guard was high here in the den of someone I had marked as a predator.

'Thank you,' she said and I noticed a slight blush. 

'Do you drink wine?' I asked, offering the bottle of red. She nodded and then smiled again when I offered the chocolates and cigarettes.

'Did Antonio tell you?'

'Who?' I was baffled.

'Antonio, in the shop. Did he tell you that these are my favourite chocolates?'

'No,' I laughed. 'I didn't know his name, let alone think about asking something like that!'

'Well they are, so thank you.' 

It was my turn to blush now and I hid my embarrassment by examining the small apartment. It was ultra modern and conservative in design, clean lines and neutral colours. But Amy's touch was one of funkiness, art-deco on the walls, retro-modern furniture that hinted at a good wage (or a rich Daddy), without being cluttered. I liked it immensely and felt very comfortable here. The drapes that covered the windows to the balcony was drawn and I wondered if Justin was sitting in his chair looking across for signs of movement.

'This is a great place, how many bedrooms?'

'Just one,' she replied. 'Shall I open it?' Amy held up the red. 

'Please,' I answered. I noticed that she had pulled her blonde hair into a very tight pony tail that revealed a slender throat. She was wearing a plain white tee shirt that was tucked into three quarter length jeans. Her breasts swelled under the thin material and I could make out the smallest points of her nipples. The way they moved as she uncorked the bottle made it clear that she wore no bra. My own nipples hardened in response to the thought. As she bent over to drop the cork into the bin, my eyes were drawn to a rounded, small butt. It was not unlike my own, and I liked mine. So I liked hers too. 

I tried to shake the sexual thoughts from my mind, but I kept recalling that it was why she had invited me here in the first place. Wasn't it?

'Do you want a smoke?' I offered her one of mine for a change. 

'Sure,' she accepted my offer. 'Do you mind smoking outside, I never smoke in the house.' 

I nodded and she drew back the drapes far enough to open the sliding window to the balcony. There was a small round table and two chairs, and a spotlessly clean ashtray on the table. A box of matches sat next to the ashtray. I looked across the street. It was well and truly dark right now, but I couldn't see any light inside my apartment. He had to be in there, sitting in the dark, perhaps eating re-heated left-overs. 

Amy stuck a match which flared and illuminated us briefly. We both lit our cigarettes and then she raised her wine glass towards me.

'Here's to unusual beginnings.' There was no mockery in her tone and her smile was wide and natural. I had a strange feeling of gratitude towards Justin for goading me into coming here, even though he probably still had no idea that he had precipitated my change of heart. I glanced across at our balcony again.

'Are you hoping to see a show?'

'Unlikely,' I laughed. 'But my boyfriend should be home, but there's no lights on.' I had decided to be up front with Amy about Justin. If it killed off the evening, so be it, at least it wouldn't end in tears later.

'Does he live with you?' There was surprise in her voice, almost as much as I felt that she knew I had a boyfriend.

'Ah, yes.'

'Oh, so your shows...?'

'Friday's was for both of you,' I replied frankly, staring straight into her eyes. 

'It was hot.' 

'Did you invite me tonight to have sex with you?' The old up front me took centre stage. Let's get it all out, I figured.

'What? Um, no, actually...are you always this forward?' She laughed as she stammered.

'Only when I'm nervous,' I laughed with her. 

'No I didn't Alex. I know you have a boyfriend, I've seen you together on the balcony from time to time. I didn't know he lived with you, and if I had, I would've invited him too. In fact, call him and get him to come over.'

'Nah,' I shook my head and stubbed out my cigarette. I washed the fumes down with the last mouthful of wine. 'He's sitting over there in the dark, probably naked, thinking I'm letting you seduce me.'

'What?' She sounded incredulous.

'Well hell Amy, the only thing between us has been me...' I wasn't sure what word to use, 'cavorting naked on my balcony, then suddenly you invite me for dinner?'

'Oh,' she said after a moment's thought. 'I guess it does look like that. Its just that, well for some reason I thought you seemed nice, you're more my neighbour than anyone in this building and I don't know many people.' 

And so we became friends. So for a while there were no more shows on the balcony, I couldn't do it knowing she might be watching. Justin was peeved, and to some degree I was too. I had always received great sex from him, selfless sex that fitted my selfish desires, after those performances. 

Then she invited us to the club.



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 01



Author's Note: This is my first submission. Please, throw fresh fruit only. I will warn you now that there is PLOT in this. Not just smut. It is a story. Anywho, I hope you enjoy it. I do not have an editor, and if this does well and people want more chapters, I'll hunt one down, tie 'em up and make sure everything here on out is proof read. Please feedback. The good, the bad, and the ugly.. I'll take anything. ^_^ 

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Niadia stood at the entrance of the lavish carriage that she had been cooped in for the last thirty six hours. It had been a long trip, traveling to meet her mother's fiancée, but they had arrived. Stepping down, her mother busied herself with ordering the footmen to take down her traveling trunk and other personal possessions. Vandetta, at the healthy age of fifty two, had been selected from the breeding lottery to marry the Count Friester of Endlavia. Both women were of small frame and height, each standing barely at five feet. Niadia's ashy blonde hair had turned to silver on her mother, and her oddly violet eyes were a musky gray on Vandetta. 

Sighing, Niadia allowed herself to be whisked along towards the large stone structure in the distance. It looked quite dark and damp. With a shudder of apprehension, Niadia reminded herself that she was just here to see her mother off. It was quite unsightly for a female to own anything, let alone work for a living. Niadia had scraped and scrabbled to get her little trinket shop in Milin going. This last bit of family business would allow her to continue happily with her mother out of her hair. 

It had taken her some time and some talking to even get her mother back onto the breeding list. Quite along in age, she had noted that Vandetta had birthed eight healthy sons in her life time and only one daughter. Even if she was unable to birth any more children, she would make a wonderful companion to a gentleman that was too far along to want to fuss over the idiosyncrasies that came with training a younger wife.

As they walked into the keep, Vandetta clapped her hands in joy. "Oh, my! Look how gorgeous this place is, Niadia." Paneled in dark wood, the room looked positively cryptic. The large windows facing the front were wrought with iron depicting a hunting scene and allowed little light within. Turning to Vandetta, she forced herself to smile, the effort not quite reaching her eyes. "I think you will be very happy here. The Count looks quite wealthy and you should want for nothing. It is a much better place than the little room above my shop." 

Vandetta frowned at her. "Any place would be better than that hole you reside in, dear. You should submit yourself to the breeding pool. A good man would be sure to come along and provide you with much better. He would knock those silly thoughts of floundering in a trinket store right out of your head and fill your belly with healthy babies." 

Niadia shook her head. "Mother, I have worked too hard to give up the store now. And you know that I still have years yet before it is mandatory that I enter the breeding list. I am only ten and eight and I have to ten and two before they force me into it." 

Turning from her mother, she started to pace the foyer. Pictures lined the wall, each panel a stage of the hunt that continued across the windows until it ended on a carving on a pair of double doors. The two hunters were just felling a stag when the doors swung open and a man walked through. Niadia stood there a moment, first in surprise at the door's sudden movement then secondly at the figure heading towards her. 

He was tall. That was her first thought. The top of her head barely came to his collar bone. She forced her mind to come back to focus then took a few steps back to stand next to her mother.

"Welcome to Endlavia. I know it is depressing right now, but we have only just started spring. The mountains bring us hot summers and long winters." His voice caressed the air lightly, soft as velvet. His dark eyes, almost black, moved from Niadia to Vandetta. "You are to be my father's companion, I presume? The Lady Vandetta?" 

Vandetta stepped forward and curtsied. "Yes, your young grace. Your father sent word and I left as soon as possible. This young woman is my daughter, Niadia. She agreed to accompany me and will be leaving on the dawn."

The man stood there a moment before his gaze slid back over to Niadia, pinning her to the spot. His eyes slid over her and she felt like he was trying to asses her in that one look. Painting a dull expression onto her face, she tried not to let him bother her. As her mother had stated, she was going to leave in the morning. 

Apparently having met his approval, he nodded then straightened. "You both may call me Achillien. My father will be most pleased to hear that you have arrived. Please, allow the footmen to bring you to your room, Lady Vandetta. I shall escort the Lady Niadia to her own chambers. I am sure she would like to rest and get started early so it would be best to say your good byes now."

Niadia turned to her Vandetta and gave her a brief hug. "May you be brought happiness, Mother." 

Vandetta patted her fondly on the hand. "I will be fine. I hope you will come to visit soon." 

Stepping away, Niadia turned to Achillien and took his proffered arm. He led her through the double doors and a pair of servants swiftly closed them behind. They walked in silence for a few moments before Achillien spoke. "Are you overly fond of your mother?" 

Niadia thought for a few moments then responded, "Sometimes, I suppose. We do not agree on many things, but I do not dislike her. Why?"

Achillien allowed a few more second of silence before he spoke. "Because you will not be allowed to see her again." 

Niadia stopped suddenly in her tracks and turned to face him, highly irritated. "What do you mean 'not be allowed'? I was unaware that I was to drop her off in the mountains and just forget about her."

Achillien smiled slowly. "She is not the one that has been 'dropped off in the mountains', Sweet."

Niadia frowned. "What do you mean.."

Achillien moved closer to her and Niadia took a step back. He followed her, making her back up until she was pressed against the wall with her neck arched back to look at his face.

"I mean, she was not the one that was brought here for the Count. You were, Sweet."

"Stop calling me that.. And I am far too young for your father. When I signed the papers they were specifically for Vandetta's transfer of ownership to the Count of Endlavia. I should have no play in this!"

Achillien stroked a finger down the side of her face. "Yes, you signed the papers over to the Count of Endlavia, but Vandetta's name was not on them. You should always read your documents over before you sign them. Besides, I am not that terribly old, now am I?"

Niadia's eyes widened. "How.. Impossible!"

"Well, my father has been dead now for six years. I think, then, that the title and responsibility would naturally fall to me."

"No..." Niadia interrupted, "How did my name get on those papers. I told them what they should say and they told me that it was drafted accordingly."

"That part was easy, Sweet." Achillien traced his finger along her collar bone. "I had them change it for me. I happened to see you some time ago while making a purchase in Milin. I inquired as to your status in the breeding lottery and found that you were not even registered. I waited for you to apply, and when you made inquires to get your mother in, although quite aged, I paid a few people to work up the papers. You signed them legally and you are mine to do with as I see fit."

Niadia let the news sink in and closed her eyes, swallowing harshly. "You tricked me into it. Why do such a thing? There are plenty of females that were willing."

Achillien smiled slowly. "Yes, but I wanted you, not them. You should be flattered."

"What about my mother? My shop. Everything I owned went into that place."

Achillien's finger slid down to trace the collar of her dress, making it harder and harder for Niadia to concentrate on the discussion. "She will be taken care of. The shop has been sold and a small house has been bought. She was given quite a good amount to make sure you came along. She will live happily off of it."

"She knew about this!" With that bit of news, Niadia's temper snapped and she tried to shove him away from her. "Get off of me! I want to go home! This is no longer humorous!"

Achillien looked at her, amused. He pressed his body against her tightly and pinned her hands to her sides. "Sweet, I promise you that this is no joke. I wanted you, so I took you."

Niadia's body got hot, whether from him being pressed so tightly against her with his erection pressing so obviously against her stomach or from anger and humiliation she could not tell. 

"But I will make a deal with you for tonight, Sweet. All I ask for is a kiss. A kiss and I shall let you go for this evening. You may do as much thinking and scheming to get out of this afterwards once you are alone. Otherwise, I will have to insist that you spend the night with me, for I do not think I could sleep."

Niadia scowled at him. "One kiss?"

"One kiss, Sweet."

She nodded slowly and Achillien released her hands. Standing up on her tip toes she kissed him chastely on the lips, quickly retreating from the contact. 

Achillien looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. "Am I so disgusting that I don't warrant a proper kiss?"

Sighing, Niadia stood up on her toes again and placed her hands on his shoulders. Her eyes widened slightly at the feel of thick muscle that chorded beneath his shirt. Bracing herself, she leaned forward and kissed him softly, closing her eyes so she didn't have to watch his expression. 

As their lips touched, electricity raced through her. She felt an odd ache settling deep in her stomach as his lips moved against hers. His hands slid to her hips and he lifted her off of the ground, grinding her onto his throbbing erection. Opening her mouth in surprise, his tongue darted in to duel with hers, forcing a moan from her throat. 

Holding her against him with one hand, he slid the skirt of her dress up to her thighs then pulled her legs to wrap around him. She whimpered softly into his mouth then arched suddenly as his wandering hand found her breast. Caressing it through the fabric, Achillien quickly pulled the top of the dress open, revealing her corset. His lips left her mouth, kissing and licking a path down her throat. 

Pulling her breasts free from the restricting garment, he flicked his thumb across a pert nipple, forcing a soft mewl from Niadia's throat. His tongue circled it for a moment before his hot mouth clamped over the tip, suckling. Niadia clawed softly at his shoulders, her head thrown back in pleasure as his hips started to grind into her aching pussy. 

He pulled away for a moment to undo his breeches and she whimpered, her hips still doing small circles in the air. His head lifted from her breast and he slid his hand back to her hip, positioning himself at her sopping entrance. 

"You are mine, Niadia.. Do not forget it."

As the sound of his voice started to bring her out of her daze, he thrust forward into her waiting body. She cried out as pain sliced through her and fought to get away. He pinned her to the wall once again and started to move deep within her, ignoring her cries.

"Your so hot and wet.."

Tears streamed down Niadia's face as she felt him pull out to the tip then thrust again. 

"Like warm velvet.."

She shifted her hips as he thrust into her again then groaned softly as it sent a lace of pleasure through her.

"That is it, Sweet.. Ride me.."

She moaned as his cock slid into her again, the pain gone. Whimpering softly, she arched her hips into his next thrust.

Growling, Achillien shoved her forcefully against the wall then began pounding himself into her. Unable to move, she felt herself become wetter at his assault. His mouth dropped back down to her breast and he suckled on it once again. With each thrust he forced himself deeper into her until he felt himself against the back of her womb. 

With a sudden cry, Niadia felt her herself clamp down around him as pleasure raced through her limbs. Achillien groaned and thrust shallowly for a moment, his pace suddenly frantic, before she felt his thick seed spurt against her inside walls. He shuddered a few times then slid out of her, lowering her to her feet.

Lucid, Niadia allowed him to slide her dress back into place before he scooped her up and carried her to a room. She vaguely noticed being placed onto a bed before her world went black and she fell fast asleep.

***

Niadia awoke from pleasant dreams and into the awareness that she was lying on the softest sheets she had ever felt. It took her hazy mind only a split second longer to compute the fact that she was naked and that the weight on her hip was indeed a hand. 

A hand that no doubt belonged to Achillien.

Forcing aside the urge to bolt, she tried to feign sleep as her mind raced for a solution. From the sun streaming in through the windows, it was well past dawn. Her mother would be gone by now. 

Venomous, traitorous woman.

Niadia shifted slightly and let out a soft sigh. The hand on her hip tightened momentarily then relaxed. 

The nerve! The man had tricked her into signing over her life, seduced her in the hall scant moments after meeting her, and now he was simply lying in bed, waiting for her to wake. 

A knock on the door sounded through the room and the hand disappeared as Achillien slid out of bed. 

He wrapped himself in a thick robe edged in fur and opened the door a crack. Niadia tried to hear the words exchanged, yet they were lost to her. Achillien moved about the room for a few long minutes to get dressed then left.

As the hinges slid the door closed, Niadia let out a sigh. It was quickly replaced by anger as she heard the tell-tale click of a lock being slid into place. Jumping from the bed, she vainly tried to turn the handle on the door. She was trapped. Inside the personal quarters of the man that had stolen her life from her the night before. 

With another heavy sigh, she went back to bed. The breeding pool. It had been implemented by her ancestors in order to promote healthy children. A term could be bought by a man for either one breeding season, or to be a continuing companion. All women were forced to sign up once they had seen three passes of the tenth year. Most applied as soon as they reached breeding age. A poor woman could be given enough compensation from her breeding season that she could live well with her female children until she passed. 

The male children were typically schooled and raised by the sire. It was only if the sire passed without any adult male inheritors that sons were seen with their mothers. Even then all estate was frozen until the child reached majority. If they somehow failed to do so, whether by one of the many childhood illnesses, an accident, or otherwise, all of the estate would be divided and given to promising young men or adults that had proven themselves. A woman had nothing but her ability to breed.

Niadia had tried to change that. Few had visited her shop, fearing they would be scorned for shopping somewhere a woman held possession of. It had fallen to women of ill-repute, that bred for the money alone with no children as result. What her mother had dubbed 'trinkets' were more in the line of clothing accessories and pretty baubles. It had taken her a long time to save up the money to purchase the items she sold, and even longer to get the owner to sell. He had eventually acquiesced when he had decided to retire, so much as she bought him out for twice of what the place was worth. 

She did so, registering the location under a fake name. With her permits in place, she had been there from the sun's first rays until late into the evening. Sleeping and eating little, she had managed to take her mother in and support her. She had even been able to pay off the man in charge of the taxes to not report the location as being woman-owned. Her clients were slowly starting to become more prominent and things were looking well until Vendetta had come home one night to tell her that she had reentered the lottery. 

She had read the documents before she signed them. She had! Pounding her hand on the coverlet, a growl escaped her throat. Somehow they had changed the documents over. Placed her name on paper where she did not sign it. Now she was stuck with this idiot who molested her in the hall. Not only was she legally stuck here, but the papers were transferred to be a companion. She was his until he tired of her or she died. Whichever came first.

Rolling out of bed, she stood and walked over to the window, staring out, her thoughts racing and boiling. So deep in her own mind, she was startled when another knock sounded at the door before a young woman stuck her head in.

"The Master said to bring you a bath, Ma'am. If you are asleep I am to wake you. If you would put on a robe, the men can come in with the tub."

Niadia blinked a moment at this woman then nodded. She went to the wardrobe and opened it. Seeing clothing that obviously belonged to Achillien, she dug through it until she found one of his robes. Sliding on the overly large garment, she turned to the maid.

"I am decent. They can come in now."

The young woman nodded then opened the door all the way. A pair of boys came into the room and set down the tub they were carrying then proceeded to fill it with water. Once they were done, they left. 

"My name is Margarie, Master said that I was to attend you. After your bath I am to dress you and you are to attend the Lord in breaking your fast."

Holding back a nasty retort, Niadia stared at the steamy water. "I suppose I have no choice, then?"

Smiling slightly, Margarie shook her head. "No. If you will undress, I will attend your bath, Lady."

"Lady."

Dropping the robe over a chair, Niadia let herself slip into the water. Maybe this place would not be so bad. She was sure that all she had to do was let Achillien's interest in her fizzle out. He would send her away with some money and she could start anew. With that happy thought touching her lips, she submitted to Margarie's scrubbing and let her thoughts drift away.

 "Don't let your dreams turn to madness, Dance in the sadness, and we will sing the songs..."  



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 01



For a number of years I was in a relationship with a girl called Michelle. It wasn't always happy, actually we argued a lot and I was often miserable, but I loved her.

A lot of the arguments were caused by my failure as a lover, I'm not well endowed and sometimes she could be quite cruel about this... It would only serve to compound the problem creating performance anxiety, sometimes I would shoot my load within seconds and other times I was unable to get an erection at all.

A few times during our attempted love making she would taunt me by saying she wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a real man. This made me feel incredibly angry, jealous and turned on... A very strange mixture of emotions. (We had only been with each other, losing our virginity together at 17).

One time we were fucking and I lost my erection inside her. She snarled something about how a hot black man would know how to fuck, I lost it and pulled my little limp cock out of her, pulled off the condom and threw it across the room (Been together for 7 years and not once did she let me fuck her bareback). We had a massive argument, I told her if she wanted to fuck strangers to fucking do it and that I didn't care, and I stormed out of our home to the sounds of her screaming behind me.

I came home a few hours later, I had calmed down but she was an icy bitch. She told me that she'd chatting to a black guy online telling him about my *little* problem and he had said that both him and his friend would love to fuck her. 

Instantly the anger reignited in me like a fire... She had been telling strangers our personal business?!?!! I told her 'Tell them to come and fuck you in front of me then, I DARE you.'

And she did. She gave him our address and told them to come late the following night.

We argued until the early hours until we finally fell asleep exhausted.

The next morning we were both sorry about what we had said. We promised not to be so quick to fight, and next time we made love we would take our time, with no pressure.

She wrote to the internet guy to call off their plans.

By that evening he still hadn't replied. Michelle was getting a bit worried about this, I told her not to worry, that 99.9% of people on the net are fake and even if she hadn't written to call it off he almost certainly wouldn't have shown anyway.

We settled down for the evening to watch a couple of movies together on the sofa.

Just after 11:30 pm there was a loud, frantic knocking on our front door. Michelle gasped and turned to me with a look of panic in her eyes. I held my breath and looked back at her saying nothing. Again knocking, louder than before.

Our lights were on, he would know we were home. I got up and told her I would tell whoever it was to go away, she grabbed my arm and said don't answer it... I pulled out of her grip and told her not to worry. 

I left the living room and went to the front door, with my heart beating fast I opened it.

Outside the door stood FOUR black guys.

I'm not a tough guy, a confrontation with one guy would be something to be avoided, but four?? What could I do?

Before I knew what was happening I was bundled backwards to laughter and shouts of 'Hey pencil dick!!!', the front door was closed and quickly I found myself in the living room with the four black guys and Michelle. She was standing now, her eyes wide in fear.

Michelle and I stood in silence, one guy stood by the door while the other three looked around the room, there was an air of menace and the guy by the door was staring at me coldly.

Finally one of the guys, mid 30s real ugly fucker, turned to Michelle and said 'Relax and sit bitch.'

She sat back down on the sofa, she was shaking visibly. I just stood there like a dumbfuck.

Ugly fucker grabbed my beer, took a big swig and sat on the floor by her feet. He grabbed her left leg by the ankle, held it up and whipped off her sock. He studied it for a few moments before burying his nose between her toes and taking a big sniff. Finally her pulled her foot away from his face, turned to one of the other guys and said 'Man I fucking love white bitches feet!' to shouts of 'Fuck yeah man!'.

He dropped her leg for a second and pulled white addidas trainers off both his bare feet. A thick stench filled the room. Again he picked up my girlfriend's foot and this time mashed her bare sole into his.

'Rub it.'

Slowly she began to rub the sole of her left foot up and down his right foot, he moaned.

Michelle then, probably through fear and wanting to please, pulled off the sock from her right foot and pressed it against his stinking left sole and rubbed up and down. He closed his eyes and moaned even louder. His feet were literally twice as long as Michelle's, and it was a very strange feeling knowing my girlfriend's feet were pleasuring this fucker.

For a while I stood transfixed by this grotesque scene in front of me and then ugly spoke. 

'That feels fucking awesome babe, now I've got something for you...'

And with that he pulled his shorts down a little and out popped his erection. It was big, very fat and very black. 

Michelle pulled her feet away and visibly shrunk back into the sofa.

Ugly stroked his member a couple of times, it grew even bigger and the foreskin rolled back revealing a big purple glistening wet helmet. Another smell filled the room, pungeant.

While staring at this thing in front of her Michelle stuttered something about not really being in the mood for sex right now.

'Bitch, you'll love it... Besides you wouldn't want anyone to get hurt?' Someone said, I'm not entirely sure who. 

Another guy, couldn't be any more than 18 came across, stood inches from me and stared straight in my eyes.

Michelle game me a helpless scared look, I did nothing.

With trembling fingers she undone the button and fly on her trousers. Ugly roughly pulled them off her legs and then pulled her foward so that her bum and waist were hanging off the sofa.

She looked at me again and almost crying she said 'Go and get some protection...'

Ugly shouted 'NO!' And snapped a look at me that implied violence, so again I done nothing. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

His big black fingers pawed at her baby blue knickers, and then just as quickly he pulled those off too and threw them to one side. 

So there was Michelle, laying prone half off the sofa naked from the waist down. The young guy finally moved away from me, picked up her knickers and sniffed them. Ugly moved up between her naked thighs and Michelle closed her eyes.

He gripped his cock and lined it up, even in his big hands it still looked huge. Michelle jumped, as if recieving an electric shock when he touched his stinking purple bell end against her slit. And then it happened, he pushed his helmet between her legs and it disappeared up her. For the first time in our lives another man had his penis inside my Michelle.

She gasped and opened her eyes in shock at the girth and hotness of only his cock head. Involuntarily she opened her legs as wide as she could to accommodate his thickness, this was a mistake because with one swift movement he sunk his entire length deep inside her.

She screamed and cried out in surprise and pain at this penetration of her body. He moaned in pleasure.

For a few moments he remained still inside her, buried to the hilt with his heavy balls pressed against her arsehole. And then he started ploughing her, the other three men whooped in encouragement while Michelle grunted in pain with every thrust.

He fucked her for several minutes, Michelle grew silent until finally he started again to fuck her hard and fast. Then with one finally hard thrust he pushed himself completely inside of her, held still and shouted as he squirted his spunk deep in her. 

The night was just beginning.



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 01



The late afternoon sun was fading behind some tall trees in the distance as Paul trudged home from his dreary office job. God, he was bored of his life. He often daydreamed during his walks to and from work each day. Daydreamed of something exciting happening to him...but what exactly, he didn't know.

Paul became vaguely aware of an attractive, fit looking woman walking briskly just ahead of him. Long toned legs, shapely ankles and feet. She was fairly tall, her long brown hair was whipping against her back in the wind, she was wearing a clingy dress and casual sandals. Paul imagined those legs entwined in his own and became lost in thought until suddenly he was shaken from his dreams by the fact he had literally walked straight into the back of the woman.

"Hey, watch out!" she laughed in surprise. Paul saw that her eyes were a deep bluey-green and quite hypnotic. He looked around, gathering himself, and found they were now stopped at traffic lights. He really had to learn to not let his daydreams get him into awkward situations like this. Speaking of awkward, at that moment, while trying to appear casual and relaxed, Paul somehow managed to get his foot entangled in her's and stumbled, almost falling. The woman grabbed him and steadied his clumsy body. Just as Paul was about to apologise profusely, he felt a tiny prick in the side of his neck. "What was tha..." he slurred, before everything in his world went black.

......

A low buzzing slowly woke Paul from his drugged slumber. His sore eyes took in his surroundings and saw a small dimly lit room, a lamp in the corner sitting on the floor, a cardboard box nearby and a door. No other furniture. Dirty floorboards. Paul took a deep breath. Where the hell was he?? Trying to get up, he realised with a sharp spike in apprehension that his wrists and ankles were chained to bolts secured to the floor. "What the fuck?" he murmured under his breath, trying to pull at the chains, but to no avail. He was not a large man by any means and not very physically strong. He also noticed with fear that he was naked...where were his clothes??

Suddenly the door opened and in walked a woman. Blonde, short and extremely buxom, with large green eyes. She was wearing a little pair of panties and nothing else. Her breasts were unbelievably large and fake looking.

"So I see you're finally awake" she said in clipped tones of annoyance and impatience, "Took you long enough, worm."

Paul's mouth was too dry to speak properly and his words came out garbled, "What? Who are you? Where am I? What's going on?"

"Shut up, moron," the woman waved her hand at him dismissively, "You've got all the time in the world to ask questions. This room is your life now. You are here to serve us. Pretty exciting, right?" she flashed him a bright smile, showing rows of sharp teeth.

"What? What does that mean?" Paul stammered with anxiety as the woman circled slowly around him, staring at him. She intimidated him greatly and he didn't like it at all. 

"I think it's time for your dinner." She said, and proceeded to walk over to him and place a socked foot on his lower stomach, pressing down slightly, "Need to pee first, slave? We pumped you full of water intravenously while you were asleep" Sure enough, Paul noticed a small bruise on the top of his hand where a drip had seemingly been placed.

"Uh...yes" Paul said, embarrassed, as the woman placed more pressure on his stomach with her foot. He noticed her white sock was extremely dirty and almost completely grey with grime and dirt. Seeing him looking at her foot, she suddenly pushed down hard and winded Paul, who gasped loudly at the shock. His need to pee intensified and he was now desperate, "Can I please go to the bathroom?" He asked meekly.

"HAHA!" laughed the woman, throwing her head back, "This IS your bathroom, fool!" and with that, she stood on his stomach with both feet and all her weight. He couldn't hold it anymore, and felt, much to his utter mortification, a pool of warm liquid exit his penis and pool underneath his thighs and buttocks on the ground beneath him.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you just pissed yourself. What a baby!" berated the woman in a cruel tone. She then slowly walked up his stomach to stand on his chest. Then she proceeded to remove her disgusting socks. Paul was confused and scared as she leaned down and brought both socks towards his mouth, "Open wide, dickhead" she sneered as she stuffed the socks in his mouth.

"Wha!??" Paul started to protest and turned his head, but the woman was too strong and slapped his face so hard it jerked towards her and the horrible socks involuntarily. His mouth was now stuffed with dirty, gritty socks, damp with sweat, and stinking so bad he gagged.

"Now, there's a good boy" the woman purred, stepping down from his chest and standing so she was directly above his face. He tried not to look, but couldn't help but see right up between her legs to those little pink panties. "Now here's your drink to have with dinner" she continued, and suddenly Paul's face was drenched in hot fluid. The woman was urinating directly onto him and those socks stuffed in his mouth were rapidly becoming saturated with her pee, as were her panties she was still wearing.

Once she had finished, the woman leaned down and squeezed the socks still stuck in Paul's mouth. Paul choked as he partially inhaled and swallowed the torrent of urine that swam down his throat. While Paul was still spluttering, she sat on his face, smothering him with her ample butt, and began to wring out her drenched panties right onto his nose, drowning him with her liquid.

Paul couldn't stop coughing through the socks, and the woman grew angry, "Shut up, fucker!" Stop complaining! Didn't you like your dinner?" with that, she abruptly left the room, muttering, "You'll see what we do to the ungrateful ones."



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 01



Note: This is purely fictional. This is part 1. 

Sarah felt naughty today. She found it hard to find a day when she didn't feel naughty and wanting to break the social boundaries but today was one of the days she decided to give in to her temptation. She had always had the strongest rape fantasy. She didn't know where it came from, all she knew was she couldn't get enough of it. 

She loved her boyfriend and she adored him completely – but he was very conservative. Sure, he liked to lick her pussy and was even willing to put his nick thick cock in her butt every now and then she knew he would never roleplay anything so 'sordid'. It wasn't that he was stuck up or anything like that. He just had too much respect for her and couldn't and wouldn't degrade her. She was glad in a way, because she didn't want it to taint their perfect relationship. 

But to help stifle her desires, she would read sex stories such as those on Literotica and wrote some of her own naughty little tales as well as having endless daydreams of the non consentual sort. It wasn't as if she'd really want it to happen – at least, she didn't think so. It was more the humiliation. It was just a turn on and she wanted to tease herself with that turn on as much as possible. 

That's why she decided to dress how she was currently. It was like she was telling her sordid fantasies, 'See I let you come out... I'm not suffocating you' without it actually happen. She knew it wouldn't happen, because she had 2 of her guy friends and 2 of her girl friends going out to the club with her. 

"You ready, I'm gagging for a drink," Johnathan said from outside the door. "Been ages since I saw you lass. Come outside I'm sure ya look great!"

"Alright Johno, I'm coming." I say, pushing my auburn hair from my face and applying a tiny bit of hairspray to keep it from going in my eyes during the dancing. 

Outside stands John, Daniel, Lucy, Kate and Daniel's girlfriend, Abigail.

"Oh wow um..." John says, hugging me close. "All that for me, eh?"

"Hardly." I say, smiling broadly. "Be back about 1ish honey! Oh and if I am going to be any later I'll give you a text. Knowing Dan, we'll probably be stopping off for a KFC or something at a stupid time in the morning anyway."

"Okay babe, love you." My boyfriend shouts through the door. I shut it and go on my way. 

It's about 15 minutes walk and we catch up on all the things that have been happening in our lives. John, Kate and Lucy had came from up north and were staying a few days down at Daniel's flat with his girlfriend. The club we were attending was called Dusk Til Dawn's. It was owned by a recently made millionaire named Timothy Dawn – it gave the name of the club an authetic touch. 

Once we arrived we had a few drinks. At first a few beers and some ciders, then onto some vodka, Jack Daniel's, malabu and coke, archers and lemonade, shots... You name it, someone drunk it. 

A few people are looking at me. I feel like wearing a ridiculously short dark purple dress and high heels was not a good idea. Still, nothing I can do now. Besides, nobody was going to be giving me any crap with loud mouth Dan in the building. 

"So I told him... Fuck off, if you don't accept my girlfriend, you don't accept me you little prick. He just stropped off like a small dicked twat!" Dan explained, obviously trying to impress John with his masculine behaviour. John looked to far gone to care. His head was begining to droop and his eyes looked glazed. I looked at Lucy and she didn't seeem much better. 

"You alright Luce?" I asked. Lucy looked like she easily could've puked. 

"Yesh of course honeycake," she said, giggling at her random remark. I sighed, feeling the most sober out of everyone. It always had been that way, ever since our college days 3 years ago. I'd be the most sober and making sure everyone got back to their flat without breaking a bone or getting themselves arrested. 

"Kate, you still up for staying at mine tonight? Sean seriously doesn't mind you know."

"Of course." Kate said, the second most sober and only slightly in the merriment stage. "Just gonna have a few more and then we can all head off if you like."

I excuse myself to the toilets and instantly regret going on my own. I feel some eyes on me and feel completely and utterly underdressed in the literal sense. Barely covering my butt, I could feel cool air from the AC putting little riffles on my nearly exposed behind. Walking past the men's I could see 2 guys looking at me; they looked to be in their mid twenties. They were looking at me strangely. A mix between lust, amusement and annoyance. I wasn't sure what the look was supposed to me and didn't bother to find out. Slipping into the bathroom I choose to take my time.

After about 20 minutes in the bathroom; fixing my lipstick, putting on some more body spray and actually visiting the little girls room – I come out to John and Kate in the most unsavoury of positions. Kate is sat on John's lap, with her tongue down his throat. I feel rather confused by this as they really had very little in common and usually didn't talk to eachother all that much. Now they were tonguing eachother as if their life depended on it.

Dan and his girlfriend looked amused and Lucy was giggling like a hyena. 

"What's happened here whilst I've been gone?" I said with a crafty smile, looking at Kate first and then John.

"Well uhhh, I don't know now Sar," said Kate in a fit of giggles. "I was fine just a minute ago felt sober as a priest and then I felt a buzz after I knocked back a few aftershocks and then I don't know..."

"She went over and started rubbing John's leg," Dan elaborated. "Then John decided he'd pick her up and stick his tongue in her mouth. It was oh so very romantic."

I couldn't help laugh at this comment.

So for another few drinks I just sat there, feeling a little bit of a buzz coming to me now too. The air was hotter, the room was a little lighter and the lights seemed brighter, yet a little more blurred at the same time. I found it a little harder to focus on things than usual, but I wasn't completely gone. I had been absolutely fucked enough times to know when I had had way too much to drink. 

"Hey babe," I heard someone on the left say to me.

"Huh? What?" I turned my head to the left to look at the person who talked to me. 

"Dean," said one of the guys who was near the loos from earlier, matter-of-factly. "Fancy dancing sexy?"

Taken aback, I take a large gulp from my malabu and coke and look to his side. He has his other friend standing there with him, smirking madly at him and on the other side of his friend, another 2 guys. These guys seemed to be a little younger. Perhaps 18 or 19. One of them had a buzzcut and the other had short, medium brown hair and piercing green eyes. They seemed to be smirking too – like they enjoyed their friend's awkward introduction.

"Umm thanks but I, don't dance. Besides, I have a boyfriend."

"Ah is he one of these chumps?" He asked, pointing at Dan and John. 

"I guess he isn't the tall guy with glasses otherwise he's tonging another bird y'know." He said, winking at me strangely. 

"No, he isn't here."

"Aww, didn't take your boyfriend out with you..." He said, as if the statement was a leading question, more than an actual statement. 

"He had a work assignment to finish off and is heading out with us next time my friends come to visit," I responded, a little annoyed by his probing questions about my boyfriend. "So sorry, but not interested. But hey my friend Lucy here is single and looking... Why don't you give her a spin?"

"No thanks, I don't go for all out gingers," he said, sniggering.

"Leave her alone," I said. "Besides, I wouldn't be in a position to judge on someones looks if I were you."

He looked pretty pissed at this comment. Whether it was because of what I had actually said or whether it was because I had embarrassed him royally infront of his buddies, I wasn't sure. I decided that saying anything else to the guy wouldn't be sensible and decided to ask the others if they fancied leaving soon. 

"Oi bitch, what you mean by that?" Dean said, pointing his forefinger at me. "What you wanting to say?"

"Look nothing alright, just head off and bum your chums or something." I said giggling, "No seriously guys it's cool. Just I'm not interested alright. Thanks for the offer though. Hope you enjoy the rest of your night."

"Oh yeah," sneered Dean, looking above pissed right now. "I'm gonna have a great night. See if some other cockteasing, insulting bitch decides to insult me cos they don't get the response they want to hear!"

"What did you just call me?" I ask, taken aback by his utter rudeness.

"You heard, bitch."

"Leave it Sarah," Abigail whispered over the table to me. "His buddy looks like he could be on drugs or something like that. Best to leave it. I don't want a big fight and I'm sure you don't."

I nodded my agreement and decided to back down. 

"Look sorry I said anything about your looks your fine looking, I just don't like people insulting my friends," I said, trying to be as reasonable as possible. "We're gonna head off now but hope you guys have a good night."

"Sure," Dean repeats, although a little more controlled, as if trying to rehearse the right words in the last few minutes. "Jason, Craig, Karl—Let's go get us some more drinks."

With that, the guy and his 'friends' walk away. I can't help but give a deep sigh and smile at Abi for her advice. I really should stop being so hot headed, especially since I can be easily overpowered by 4 blokes. 

"Kate... You gonna walk back with me?" I ask, as we begin to put our coats on. 

"Um," giggles Kate, a little awkwardly. "I kinda um..."

"She wants to fuck John," said Dan abruptly. Always the one for putting things delicately. 

"Oh right," I say, feeling slightly disappointed. I wanted to have a catch up with Kate but I supposed I'd have to do it during the day tomorrow. I felt myself feeling a little uncomfortable now. I had run out of money now, with only a few coins left to my name. I couldn't exactly get a taxi at this time with that kind of money. But walking on my own at 1.30 in the morning seemed a little dangerous. I was always the cauteous type who watched those public information films and shunned the stupid person for doing what they were warned not to do – 'not me' would always be what I'd say and sit back and laugh at their stupidity. But now, I was faced with having to do an unintelligent thing. But, it was only 15 minutes! I mean, what could happen within 15 minutes? Besides, I had a phone on me so I could call if someone tried to mug me. Besides, if someone tried to mug me they wouldn't find much. They'd take my phone and leave and I'd hopefully be unharmed.

But then there was being sexually assaulted or beaten up. But why would someone randomly do that? Surely people were either in bed or still going to be in the clubs. This would be a down time for sure. Wouldn't it? 

"Unless you want me to come back..." Kate said, although she sounded a little put out and disappointed.

"No Katie, seriously it's fine. It's only 15 minutes walk."

Kate nodded a little like one of those dogs you get in the front of a car. "If you're sure hun, I don't want to have to put you in any danger or to make you feel nervous."

"I'm chiill," I say, smiling at her. "Now, you and Johno have a good night. Remember to wear protection okay! Johno is mingin enough to look at I don't want other little Adderson's running about!" I laugh, throwing a light punch on Johno's shoulder. He's looking me up and down now himself and then turns to Kate.

"But you are dressed a little..."

"...Provocatively," Abi says, trying to always be the diplomatic.

"My coat is pretty long," I try and rationalise to myself more than to them. "So I doubt anyone will see anything interesting. Besides, it's fairly well lit around here. Who wants to attack someone where any little old lady could see?"

I give each of them a kiss on the cheek as they wobble off in a separate direction to me. I laugh despite myself, knowing my friends are some of the nuttiest people you could ever possibly meet. 

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

A few minutes into my walk and I'm walking past a local shop that shut hours ago. I feel my skin prick, as if I am being watched. I turn my head and I see nothing – just what I expect. But doing what I was taught by my Dad (who is now a retired policeman) I change the side of the road and walk with my head up high, as if I could not be intimidated by anyone or anything. Now I smile to myself, feeling a bit more control. I was about 10 minutes away from our front door. Sean would be nice and warm in bed, waiting for me. 

He'll be waiting to kiss my lips, kiss my sensitive neck – cup, lick and suck my 36DDs and then lick my sensitive clitoris. Oh god, how great that feels. Even better after a few drinks. Even better after being humiliated by some random men I have never even met before. Controlled lack of control; what a turn on.

I feel myself getting excited. I can't help myself. Knowing that I shouldn't just makes it so much more appealing. I involuntarily pay less attention to where I'm walking. Just a daze of thoughts, feelings, memories, scenarios and people. A blurr of consciousness. For a minute, maybe two – I am taken over by the fantasies that lie dormant in my normally mediocre mindset. Until I hear noise from behind me again. A proper rustle this time, not a guess. Something was behind me, in the direction of field like stretch of grass that accompanies the semi-suburban area I live in.

Turning towards the bushes I hear the rustle again. Moving my head closer, I lean almost completely into the bush. Leaning over, I look in surprise and relief, at a little black cat with white paws.

"Aw, hey Kitty." I say, smiling at the cat. It looks like it's pretty friendly, it rubs it's head up against my hand that I moved towards it. I'd always loved cats since I was a little girl and our nextdoor neighbours Tabby would come over and try and take food out of our fridge. It actually manged to open it once, to our astonishment. Ever since then I had owned a cat, until I moved out with my boyfriend. 

"Where do you belong to then, socks?" I giggle to myself, as I less apprehensively stroke the cats back, as it presses it's spine into the palm of my hand, like I was giving it a massage and lead out a long, deep and Tom-cat meow. 

Then I feel it; hands on my buttocks. My slightly exposed buttocks. 

I stand up abruptly, turning around. In surprise along with me, Sock's ran away with a bit of hiss and then lept over a fence nearby, as fast as it's sterdy legs would carry it. Now I'm left looking into the face of the man I had saw earlier. Did he live near here? I doubted it. I knew most of the poeple down this way. Not by name, but by face and unless he was a visiting relative, I found it highly unlikely. Besides, behind him stands his three cronies smiling insanely, clearly a bit drunk and just clear and out assholes. 

"Oh shit," I say, looking him up and down now properly. "I didn't know you-you guys lived round here?" My eyes dart from side to side wearily, worrying whether this guy was some messed up junkie, or worse.

"We don't," he said, looking at me with a menacing glare. "Well, Jason's nan lives somewhere near here, but..."

"Fucking hell dude, don't be giving any FPL," Jason – the one with the buzzcut – adds, looking at 'Dean' as if he was about to lamp him one. 

"Oh get over yourself Jason," says the one that I saw with Dean earlier. "She aint gonna tell anyone and besides there are a million little old ladies on this street how she gonna know which one is your nana?"

"Karl is right," Dean replies. "She wont be bothering with the little details."

I feel confused by their language. Almost as if they were planning to rob me. I knew they wouldn't get much though. I look Dean over. He is about 5''10' with musculear arms and legs and short dark brown hair. Then there is the one that he called Karl standing nearby – he looked to be around about 6ft although he was thick, but slightly fatter than this Dean guy. He looked like he'd been on some pretty hard drugs. His eyes were glazed over slightly and they seemed to struggle to focus, as if they were seeing about ten different things and was trying to focus on each individual one. Then I stop to look at Jason and the other guy, who must be Jamie. Jason is pretty skinny, without very much muscle on him. However, he looks athletic-perhaps he did swimming or running when he was in school and he must've been around the 5''10' mark also. Jamie looked pretty similar to Jason except he had medium brown hair and very dark brown eyes. He must've been the tallest of the 4, measuring at around 6''2' I guessed. My psychology courses in College had always taught me to size up and observe possible dangerous individuals. It means you can use their weaknesses against them and know when to push it and when not to. 

"Look guys, I'm going to head off my boyfriend is waiting for me," I back away, instead of walking through them, knowing this was probably a bad idea. "Have a good night. Continue onto some more clubs or something."

"I don't fucking think so," said the guy called Karl, grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me forwards. "I think you owe my friend Dean an apology for being an absolute fucking bitch."

"I said sorry to him earlier," I said slowly, trying not to agitate the extremely volatile individual. "But if it makes you feel better. I'm sorry for humiliating you infront of your friends earlier Dean."

"Yeah and what else are you sorry for?" asked Karl, his face inches from mine. I could smell Jack Daniel's off of his breath. My boyfriend drunk it but I loathed the smell of the stuff – it made me want to vomit.

"What else should I be sorry for?" I asked, leadily. 

"Being a good for nothing tease! I tell you my buddy here just got out from Afghanistan last week and the best thing he gets is some bitch treating him like scum!" He spat the words out like they were supposed to be a slap in the face. I feel my face going red with anger, shame and annoyance and look at the man in the eyes and steady my breathing.

"I am not a tease. I am sorry he is suffering but how was I to know?"

"You are a tease," the guy called Jamie piped in. "Why else would you wear such a short skirt whilst you have a boyfriend?"

I looked down, but the guy grabbing me pulled my face towards the others. They were all around about the same height – about 5''11' or 6ft except the guy called Jamie, he seemed to be a few inches taller also. He and 'Jason' were very skinny. They were built more like runners than Karl or Dean. Karl had a bit more fat on his bones, mixed in with muscles. Dean seemed to be all muscle and it didn't surprise me to learn he was in the army. He had the body for it and it seemed the calm menace that was appropriate for frightening someone who 'needed to be frightened'. 

"Look I'm sorry just leave me alone!" I try and pull my grip from the guys, but his grip is firmer than mine and it just gives me a chinese burn. 

"Show him your sorry then," asked Karl, sneering at me.

"I just sa—" 

"Suck my cock," Dean said, now standing behind me. I looked at him with the biggest amount of contempt I could master. "Then I know you're really sorry."

"Fuck off or I'll fucking punch you in the face you asshole!" I yell at him. I know this is unrealistic, considering I can't even move my right arm. He seems to agree with my thoughts as he laughs at me heartelly. 

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try. Jamie does running. Karl does Rugby and I've had 2 years training in the army. I can shoot a gun and I can break someones neck with my bare hands. I've done it before and I have no hesitation to do it again." To emphasize his absolute seriousness, he grabs the back of my neck, tightening his grip slightly. "I could do it right now if you like. I wouldn't even have to try."




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 01



"Please..." I say, tears rolling down my eyes now. Now it's not a joke. Not just some stupid twats trying to act like hard men. Not like just one bloke trying to be clever. If it was just Dean, then maybe I could've kneed him in the balls or tore at his eyes but with Karl grabbing a hold of me and the others nearby, one directly to my left now, one directly to my right. I had no chance. It was compliance, or get hurt.

"Please what?" said Dean, now speaking more. "Please let me suck your cock? Please fuck me? Please break my neck?"

"Please let me go," I just manage to breathe, feeling my chest getting heavier with the labour. "Look I have no money on me but... But if you follow me I'll take you back home I have about a hundred there..." I look at Dean then Karl, and then down at the floor, at my knees now half bent. Karl pushes me down to the floor and sits his legs across mine, as Dean lets go. 

"I have fuckin' money what do you take me for. If I wanted to take cash I'd've taken it from that ginger girl with you... She looked like she was loaded." Jason now responded, turning his dark blue eyes down toward me in amusement. "What I want I wouldn't wanna get off a ginger." 

The others laughed. I didn't. 

"Get up." Dean now says, as Karl lifts himself off my legs. Dean grabs hold of me from one side whilst Karl grabs hold of the other. Jamie and Jason walk alongside. I am sandwiched between the four like a mishapen star. Dean begins to walk sideways towards the bush and beyond. His hand gripped now to my neck and Karl's hand now begins to grope my ass as the other grips my arm in a vice. I'm being guided towards one of the mini fields. If I was to guess, I'd say it was a mile long. Sloping downwards is a little area of higher grass and what must've been an area to keep animals in the past. Which was now just single wooden hut, a few bits of shrubbery and lots and lots of grass. The hut must've been around 50 metres long. It probably used to be used for horses.

"Bring her over here," Jamie said, pointing towards the hut. "Inside. Nobody uses this area. Nan says it used to hold hens and goats but now the fields are only used for barley and fruit; they don't keep no animals." 

Karl smirked wickedly. "How far is the main house?"

"About half a mile away I think," Jamie responded. "I'd say about 3 minutes walk, maybe 5 minutes."

"Perfect," snarled Dean, grabbing hold of my neck harder and almost dragging me into the squeeky doored hut. "Perfect, isn't it bitch?"

I had to think. What did Psychology teach me? To get to know these people. By knowing them you could find weakness in character. Find the one who didn't really want to do this. Get them on your side. That's what I had to do, get to know them.

"Why don't we just talk? I wont go anywhere," I say, gasping again. "Just talk. I'll tell you about me and you can tell me about you. How do you all know eachother?" 

"Yeah none of that shit bitch," Dean growled. "Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. I've had interrogation traning. I aint gonna give you shit. Wanna know how we know eachother? We all went to school together. What school? No fucking way. Where we live? No fucking chance. Now keep your fucking mouth shut before I shut it for you."

I swallow. What on earth can I do now?






Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



**special thanks to Bachlum Chaam for his help.

Renne checked her watch. "Almost time," she thought, another smile crossing her lips. She had everything prepared for their adventure. Still wearing the robe she had donned after her shower, she moved to the bedroom to change.

Garry approached her in the hallway. Dressed in tan trousers, and a blue shirt, freshly showered and groomed, Renne noted his attractiveness. Garry slid his arms around Renne's waist, and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. Instinctively, Renne's head went back, welcoming his lips. When Garry began to untie the robe, Renne gently took his handsome "Whoa stud!," she giggled, "save it for later."

Garry followed her back down the hallway to the bedroom, and leaned against the wall as Renne disrobed and reached for her dress. His arms crossed over his chest, he admired her. She smiled seductively, as she slid the red dress over her head, and over her naked form. Smoothing it with her hands, she playfully opened the high slit in the side, exposing her leg to Garry. 

"Tease," he smirked.

"Oh, no, Love, it's a preview." She continued on to the dresser and retrieved her thigh high stockings, then sat on their four poster king sized bed to put them on. Garry watched intently as she slid one over her right foot and slowly moved the nylon stocking up her shapely leg, to her thigh, her womanhood peaking from under the dress as she moved. Next, the left stocking was put into place. Renne stood and strode over to Garry, and her arms went around him. They kissed, slowly, passionately.

Both of them wanting to mention the plan for the night, but resisiting. They had planned carefully and methodically, and time for talk was done. It was almost time for the action to begin. 

"How's dinner coming?" Garry asked as Renne reached for her red sandals that laced up above her ankle. 

"Great!" Renne replied, sitting once again to put on her sandals. "We're eating light tonight, don't want anyone getting too filled up." She grinned.

"Not with food anyway," Garry responded. Both of them grinning now, they embraced once again. Renne could feel that Garry was already getting excited, as he pressed her body to his. She also felt her own body responding, as the dampness increased between her legs. Garry gently swatted her ass. "You ready?" 

"Oh yes, I'm ready." Renne kissed him again.

"Me too," was the reply.

Renne pulled away, and started toward the kitchen. She quickly checked on dinner, then went into the diningroom, to give the table a quick glance. Renne nodded in approval.

As Renne looked at the clock, seeing it was 7:10, the doorbell rang. Both Renne and Garry froze for just a moment, and looked toward each other. Garry was the first to move, and he smiled as he moved to open the door. Garry swung open the door, smiling brightly. "Hey! Good to see you," he said cheerfully. 

Deana stepped inside saying a soft "Hello," and kissing Garry on the cheek. This was all Renne needed for the devious smile to appear on her lips, as she swiftly walked over to where her victim stood. Renne extended her hand, saying, "Deana, glad you could come."

As the three of them stood there, Renne quickly surveyed their guest. Deana wore a blue dress, rather low cut, but not too obvious. The dress was belted at the waist, and was just roomy enough below the waistto make things fun, Renne noted. "Please, sit down." Renne motioned toward the living room. Garry walked along side Deana, and Renne followed. "Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes, why don't you and Garry have a chat while I go and check on it." As she turned, she gave Garry a quick wink, out of Deana's view.

Renne turned as she reached the kitchen, to see Deana sitting on one end of the sofa, and Garry, the other. She could see the delight in Deana's eyes, to have been left alone in the room with Garry. 'Yes,' Renne thought, 'have your fun, Deana, there is more to come.'

Garry played his part very well, warmly smiling at Deana during their chat. "You look lovely," he commented, "but then, you usually do." Deana smiled. 

"Thank you."

"Yes, truly lovely," he smiled, reaching up and leaning in to touch her shoulder, and run his hand down her arm. Deana was a bit taken aback by this gesture,considering his wife was in the next room. Garry removed his hand and resumed his position on the sofa. As they talked, Renne was busy putting dinner on the table. 

Renne announced that dinner was ready, and Garry and Renne joined her in the dining room. As they ate, Renne complimented Deana on her dress, and her hairstyle. Deana seemed thrilled to be the center of attention. As dinner progressed, Deana obviously was feeling very comfortable. As they concluded their meal, Renne began to clear the table. Deana offered her assistance. Garry and Renne exchanged glances once again, as the two women went into the kitchen, and Garry headed toward the livingroom.

"Let's just set the dishes in here, I can get to them later", Renne suggested. As they carried dishes from the dining room to the kitchen, Renne kept the conversation light and friendly. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave in a bit," Renne began. "You and Garry have business to discuss, and I have some things of my own to take care of." Renne noted the quick look of excitement in Deana's eyes as she said this.

Joining Garry in the living room, Deana sat next to Garry, forcing Deana to take the recliner. Another step in their plan. Garry put his hand on Renne's leg as they spoke. Deana's eyes followed his movements. Deana was obviously uncomforable with any exchange of affection between the couple. After about an hour , Renne rose from the sofa. "Well, I have to get going," she announced. As she moved to get her purse, then to the door, Garry walked toward her, kissing her. 

"Bye babe," he said lovingly. 

"See you late tonight," Renne said, kissing him once more. Renne waved toward Deana. "Bye Deana, thanks for coming."

"Thank you for having me," Deana replied. Renne smiled. 'She doesn't know the half of it," Renne mused to herself, as she walked out the door.

As Garry shut the door behind Renne, he turned to Deana. "How 'bout a drink?" 

"Sure," replied Deana, smiling too sweetly. "Scotch/rocks."

Garry headed to make the drinks. He glanced over to see Deana, apparently thinking through her options, and opportunity. Garry made his way to the sofa, and handed the drink to her, sitting beside her. Deana took a drink from her glass, and smiled at Garry. "So, I have some idea's about that campaign," Garry stated.

Deana's face fell, just a bit, wondering if he did indeed have work on his mind. Garry began discussing idea's with her and getting her input. In only a few moments, he rose from the sofa. "Hey, you going to nurse that drink all night?" Garry smiled and reached for Deana's drink. "Let me top it off for you."  Returning with a full glass, he sat back down beside her. As they talked, she tried to keep pace with his drinking. On his second trip, he was pleased to see that Deana's glass was almost empty. He filled her glass, and half filled his own. As they talked, Garry again ran his hand over her arm. "You're such a clever girl. I'm glad your on the team." Deana was speechless. When Garry went for the third drink, he held his glass so Deana would not see that it had barely been touched. Returning, he noticed Deana's posture seemed much more relaxed. 

They talked, as Garry moved his hand to Deana's hair. He lightly touched it, then with his finger, brushed it softly away from her face. "You are stunning," he spoke softly. Before she could reply, he was on his feet again. "Bottoms up," he chuckled, signaling to her drink. 

Deana forced down nearly the entire drink, then almost sank back into the sofa. Garry studied her as he returned with her fresh drink, and the same one he had had since the second trip. Garry waited until she had finished half the drink, then made his move. He leaned in toward her, and she responded by moving in toward him. Garry put his hand on her face, and placed his lips to hers. She yielded to his advance, and returned the kiss. Their tongues dualed as Garry began to roam his hands on her body. Deana offered only slight resistance as she said, "Are you sure Renne won't walk in on us?" 

Garry smiled, wickedly, and said, "Don't worry about a thing." 

He continued to move his hands on her, running them over her breasts, and applying some pressure. Deana moaned as her hands stroked Garry's back. His hand moved down to the hem of her dress, and he lifted it. Running his hand up her thigh, Deana opened her legs allowing him access. His hand touched the crotch of her panties, already damp, and he slid the elastic aside. As his finger touched her clit, she moaned loudly and moved her hand to his cock. "Mmmm, your going to love what comes next," Gary moaned. He took her hand and helped her to stand. He took her into his arms and kissed her again, before leading her to the bedroom. 

As He and Renne had figured, she offered no resistance. Once inside the bedroom, Garry began kissing her again, as he removed her dress. He ran his hands around her, and unhooked her bra, quickly bending and taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, and began flicking his tongue over it. Deana's hands were on his head, her back arching slightly. Garry straightened and began undressing. Deana helped him pull off his clothes. She ran her fingers over his skin, and kissed his neck. He kissed her as he led her onto the bed. He lay next to her, and whispered into her ear. "I have something for you." He quickly got up from the bed and moved to the closet, returning to the bed with several of his ties. Deana looked at him quizzically, but smiled. Garry placed one tie over her eyes, and Deana started to object. Garry placed a finger on her mouth and whispered, "shhhh, you're going to love it." He finished putting the home fashioned blind fold on her, and his lips sought hers, kissing her deeply. 

Deana could feel his lips on hers, and she grew more excited having been blindfolded. No one had ever done this to her before, and she was enjoying it. She then felt his lips on her ear, then neck, then down to her breast. She moaned as he again took a nipple into his mouth, his hand caressing her other breast. She felt so incredibly hot, so ready, but he was taking his time. 

As Garry sucked on her nipple, he reached down and began to rub Deana's clit, then inserting a finger inside her. This move began Deana moving her hips. "Oh God," she moaned. Garry continued to move first one, then two fingers in and out of her cunt. His fingers fast becoming slick with her juices. Deana moved her hand down to his, and Garry grabbed it firmly. Deana then felt a tie being secured onto her wrist. The uncertainty she felt only added to her excitement. Her hand was then raised and Garry secured the other end of the tie to one of the posts. He then continued with her other wrist.

"Garry," she began, but he cut off her words. 

"Just relax, enjoy the sensations," he said softly

Deana began to writhe as he moved his lips on her, and fucked her with his fingers. She felt a shifting on the bed, and wondered what he was doing. She felt another shift of weight on the bed. This time, there were no hands on her, just a mouth which attached itself firmly to her clit. Deana cried out, and moaned. She felt the tongue flicking quickly over her clit, then sucking it in. Deana could not stop moaning, or squirming, although her binds held her hands tightly. Deana moved her hips upward as the tongue entered her hole, then went back over her clit. "Oh God," she moaned, her back beginning to arch, "I'm going to cum."

As Deana's body began to convulse, she felt a hand at her blindfold, removing it. Her orgasm was strong, and continued as the tie was removed from her eyes. As she looked down, she screamed, both in pleasure and shock, as she saw Renne's cum soaked face looking up at her from between her legs. 'Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into,' she wondered.

**As always, your voting and feedback are appreciated.



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



"What is your emergency?"

"No... no emergency... I mean... I thought..."

"Ma'am? Are you okay? Do you need assistance?"

"Everything's fine. I'm sorry."

I dropped my cell phone and grabbed the sheet that was lying on the bed. I started to jump up, intent to run after Adam, when the chain around my ankle stopped me. I had forgotten about the chain.

Frantically, using the light from my cell phone, I examined the chain that kept me bound to the bed. It was made out of thick metal and had only one keyhole. I threw myself off the bed and searched through the floor, thinking maybe that the key could have fallen out of Adam's pocket. To my disappointment, there was nothing. 

"ADAM!" I screamed, at the top of my lungs. "ADAM, COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK! ADAM!"

No response. I was sure that he was long gone. I reached for my cell phone once again, scrolled through my phone book until I found his cell phone number, and pressed the call button. 

One ring... no answer... another ring... no answer. It felt like an eternity between rings. After the fourth ring, I heard his voice. 

"Dawn?"

"Come back, Adam."

There was silence for a moment. "What did you say?"

"Come back. You made me a promise. You didn't keep it."

"You mean..."

"Come back. Now." 

After I hung up, I laid there, wondering if I had lost my mind. Despite my attraction for Adam and our years of friendship, this man had drugged me, chained me up, hit me, and planned to rape me! And now that he was letting me go, all I wanted was for him to come back. The longer I thought about it, the more I started regretting my decision. However, my chance to change my mind was cut short when Adam came bursting in the bedroom door. 

He sat next to me on the bed, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me; slowly and deeply, holding me tight next to him. He pushed me back until I was lying on the bed again, and slid my legs apart. He leaned forward and started kissing my stomach as he slid a finger inside of my pussy. I moaned as Adam moved his finger in and out, pushing hard against the top when he was deep inside. I felt his kisses moving lower and lower, until his mouth was right above my clit, teasing me. 

Adam was finger fucking me fast and hard, licking all around my clit. I tried to use the motion of my hips to help his tongue into the place I so desperately wanted it. The teasing became intolerable when he slid another finger into my soaking wet pussy and slid his other hand underneath me, rubbing against my asshole.

"Please, Adam... please lick my clit. Make me cum, Adam, please... Adam..."

All of a sudden, he stopped. My body was aching. Before I knew what was happening, his hand was in my hair again and I received another hard slap on the face. 

"What did I tell you, Dawn? What the fuck did I tell you? I'm in charge. I make the rules here. You'll cum when I'm ready to make you cum. Do you understand yet?"

I couldn't say a word. My mind and body both were so exhausted and confused from the combination of the two sensations, I couldn't even respond. I just sat there in silence, looking down at the bed, not looking at Adam. He lifted my chin with his hand, holding my face in place so I was looking him in the eyes. 

"Precious, do you understand?"

"Yeah, asshole, I think I understand. You need to leave before I fucking kill you. Do you understand?"

I sat there, prepared to get slapped again. Adam sat there for a moment, not saying anything, smiling. Smiling like someone had told the best joke he'd heard in a while. 

"No, precious. It doesn't work that way. You called me back here, so you have to play by my rules. Remember, I let you go. You wanted me to come back. Are you ready to play now?"

What choice did I have? I nodded. 

"Good." Adam stood up and undressed. He motioned for me to lie back on the bed, and again he pushed my legs apart. Despite everything that had gone on, my pussy was still very wet so Adam's large cock slid in easily. He slowly pushed himself inside of me, going as deep as he could and pulling almost all the way out. I tried to stifle my moans, tried to stop my hips from moving with him as he entered my pussy again and again. I did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was pleasing me. 

I couldn't pretend for long. Adam slowly pulled himself out, almost completely, and then slammed his cock back inside of me, hard. He continued to slam my pussy hard and fast. I screamed with pleasure, digging my nails in his back, wishing I could stop it, wishing he wasn't fucking me so good. 

"You like that, don't you, precious? Tell me that you like it."

"Oh god, Adam... I like it..."

He put his hand around my throat and squeezed hard. "Tell me what you like."

I tried to choke a few words out, but I couldn't breathe. When he took some of the pressure off of my throat, I inhaled deeply a few times and said, "I like the way you fuck me... I like the way your big cock feels in my pussy."

So Adam kept fucking me, faster and faster, and I could tell he was almost ready to cum. He pushed his hips against mine hard, bucking them in short motions as he exploded inside me. 

We both laid there in silence for a moment, when I finally spoke up. "Adam, can I ask you a question?" He didn't answer me, he simply shifted his weight on top of me and rested his head somewhere between my neck and my shoulder. I knew that I should just appreciate the time that he was content, but my desire to know his motivations was killing me. "Adam?"

"Yes, Dawn?"

"Tell me why. I want to know. Why like this? When you could have had me anytime you wanted me, why did you do it like..." My words were interrupted by the sound of sirens approaching quickly, and blue and red flashing lights cut through the darkness of the room. 

"Dawn, what the hell is going on?"

"911! The 911 operator! She must have traced my location by the GPS in my cell phone! Shit, Adam what are we going to do? They can't come in and see me chained to the bed like this, not after I called them! The key, where's the key?"

"It's in my nightstand. I'll unlock the chain and then when they bust in, they'll think they accidentally ran into a couple just enjoying an evening together."

Adam got up and ran to the nightstand. I was confused when he said that was where the key was, because I had already searched those drawers looking for something to use as a weapon against him. He frantically opened and shut the drawers, looked under the lampshade and finally, in a rage, picked up the lamp and threw it across the room. It shattered against the far wall and shattered. 'Oh, that'll look just perfect when the cops get here!' I thought as I watched him sling the nightstand into the closet. 

"Dawn, I swear that's where I left the key, but its not there! It's not fucking there! What am I going to do, Dawn?"



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



"I'm not done yet." Tammy words roused my curiosity as we made our way back to our table from the V.I.P. room. It had been an incredible moment we shared in there but soon she was laughing and giggling with Hope who had decided to sit with us. It seemed that whatever magic had passed between us was over; I just wished I knew that their giggles weren't at my expense. We stayed for a couple of more hours. I even bought two more V.I.P. dances from Hope thinking that maybe we could recapture that spark. However, Tammy declined to join us and Hope was on her best behavior. It's not that the dances were unmemorable, it was that I was hoping for lightning to strike twice. 

We got back in her car for the short ride home. Nothing was said as she drove, both of us lost in our thoughts. When we got back to her empty house, she said "I'm not tired yet. Do you want to soak in the hot tub for a while?" I thought that sounded like fun so I went out back to take the cover off and turn the tub on. When I turned around, Tammy was standing there in what can only be described as a very skimpy, very sexy bikini, holding two drinks. I sipped my drink as I watched her climb into the tub. "Why don't you go put your suit on and keep me company?" she suggested. 

Hurrying upstairs, I managed to fit myself into my thankfully baggy swim trunks. After waiting a few moments so that my enthusiasm wouldn't be so obvious, I walked back downstairs and outside to join my friend. The first thing that I noticed was that all the lights except for the tub itself had been turned off. The second thing I noticed was that Tammy was not alone. The pretty blonde dancer from the club, Hope was standing beside the tub whispering to Tammy." You two planned this!" I stammered. Yes, yours truly is as sharp as a bowling ball sometimes. 

Tammy rolled her eyes at my obvious remarks and then said, "I invited Hope to join us for a dip in the hot tub. Dancing is hard on the muscles and there's nothing like a good, hot soak after a long night." At this point I was especially glad for the darkness and my baggy suit. I clambered into the tub and waited for Hope to join us. 

Hope smiled and said," Well I don't have a suit with me but I guess that's not a real problem." She pulled her tight t shirt off and slid her shorts to the ground. I watched her perfect body climb into the tub. The dim lights couldn't hide how truly hot she was. She took the seat on the other side of Tammy, much to my disappointment. 

Tammy smiled and said to her. "We don't want you to feel uncomfortable being the only one nude in here." With that statement I saw Tammy's bikini top fly through the air, followed soon after by her bottoms. She then turned her gaze on me. Remember the bowling ball? It took me a few seconds but my shorts joined the ladies clothes on the patio. When I turned back to look at them, the ladies were locked in a very hot, passionate kiss. I knew that one of Tammy's fantasies was to be with another woman and it sure looked like she was going to get her wish. I leaned back to watch as the kiss grew deeper and their hands began exploring each other's body. 

Hope clearly knew what she was doing as her hands explored Tammy's breasts, toying with her nipples and then moving below the water. I could see Tammy's body tense even as she returned the kiss. Their wet bodies were clasped together in a truly erotic display. Hope knew what she wanted and I could see her hand between Tammy's legs working back and forth. She gently forced Tammy to stand and then sit on the side of the hot tub. With a hand on each knee, Hope slowly spread Tammy's legs apart. Smiling, She knelt between my best friends legs and slowly began kissing her way up Tammy's tanned thighs. Looking over at me, Tammy gestured for me to join her even as she wrapped her fingers in Hope's long blond hair.

I moved to the side of the tub ,joining Tammy with my arm around her waist, my hand on her bare hip. She looked over at me and then leaned in for a kiss. So for the second time that night I found myself kissing my best friend. Then also for the second time that night, I felt her hand on my very hard cock, only this time nothing was between us. We stayed like that for several minutes, reveling in the sensations of each others body. Then Tammy began to shudder as Hope's tongue elicited the desired result.

Tammy lay back on the deck as the sexy blonde dancer kissed her way up her belly , pausing briefly to bite gently on her nipples before engaging in a passionate kiss. Hope then straddled my friend's head and offered her first taste of a woman. I watched as Tammy hesitantly began to lick the smooth shaven pussy above her. She started slowly but with a few encouraging moans from Hope, she began to thrust her tongue deeper and deeper. I watched as Tammy proceeded to lick Hope to a rather loud orgasm. I found myself hoping the neighbors didn't sleep with the windows open. All thoughts of that soon disappeared as both these sexy ladies decided that I had been patient enough. 

Both of them reached for my cock and began stroking me. Hope then leaned over and whispered in Tammy's ear. Tammy blushed and looked up at me. "What did she say? " I asked. Darting a glance at a nodding Hope, Tammy didn't say a word. Instead, she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. Hope made approving noises as she stroked Tammy's hair and caressed her body. I enjoyed the sensations of a wet , warm mouth engulfing me.

Hope looked at me and said." I told her to let me see if she was as good at sucking cock as she was at licking pussy. It looks like she has a very talented mouth." I was not going to argue with that. Hope leaned forward to whisper again. This time, Tammy shook her head no, which was an interesting sensation as her mouth was still full of me. Hope whispered again and almost regretfully Tammy removed her mouth from my cock. 

Looking up into my eyes she whispered , " I want you to come in my mouth." I looked at her carefully to see if she was serious and saw the lust in her eyes. Hope moved in beside her and pulled Tammy's long hair away from her face. I watched my friend's eyes as her mouth slid up and down on my .cock. Hope reached down and slid her hands between Tammy's legs to caress her obviously wet pussy. Tammy moaned causing me to fill her mouth with cum. Her cheeks bulging, Tammy turned to her lady lover who bent down to receive a special kiss. I saw my cum dribble down my friends cheek as she shared me in a kiss. Hope took Tammy's offering greedily and swallowed it down. She then licked Tammy's face clean and returned to kissing her.

Tammy broke the kiss and looked over at me. "Get ready for round two buddy , because we aren't done yet!" she exclaimed.

To be continued...



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



Author's Note: What?! Another submission!! You mean this ISN'T a DEAD one?? ^_^ Anywho, I thought I had lost this file. And after some hemming and hawing about the fact that I didn't know how to tie the beginning and the middle together, I have finally decided what to do. There is no sex in this chapter, but plenty of plot. Now all I need is a proof-reader... any volunteers?

***

A splash of cold water snapped Niadia out of her pleasant daydreaming as it was promptly dumped over her head. She shuddered and stood up quickly to let Margarie towel her dry. 

Niadia had been staring out the same window in the morning for the past few weeks, her thoughts fleeting from one question to another. She had yet to come up with an answer. 

She had not seen one glimpse of that... man... since she had meet him all those nights ago. 

Rather upset at his crass treatment of her and the whole situation she found herself in, she had gone down to breakfast with a sour disposition that neither the closet full of rich clothes, the opulent meal, nor the politeness of the house staff could disperse.

Ready to do battle with the oaf, she had stormed into the lovely full dining room only to find that he was not there. 

She ate alone.

Still upset and non-phased by her host's lack of an appearance, she had spent the entirety of the day searching through his large house in search of him. It was only when she had finally demanded from Achillien's personal man, Yuglov, where he was hiding that she was informed he had left that early morning on pressing business and should return by nightfall. 

She had been furious. Calm temperament had always been one of Niadia's more pleasing personal attributes, but that man had pushed her too far. 

The rest of the day was spent snapping at staff members and tearing apart anything she could throw at a wall. 

That night she sat up, waiting for him to materialize like a ghost to haunt her.

He never arrived.

The next morning she was awoken by Margarie and given another through washing. As she stared out the window, Niadia noticed the fresh snow against the glass.

"Did it snow last night?"

Margarie lathered up her mahogany hair in a few long seconds before answering. "Yes, the pass is blocked. My Lord will not be able to return until it melts."

Niadia felt a few moments of relief before guilt settled in at her childish behavior the day before. 

"Margarie, I am sorry for yesterday. I promise to help clean up the disaster that I created."

A bucket of cold water turned over her head before Margarie responded. As it flushed over her skin and caused goosebumps, Niadia suspected the lack of warning and the chill of the water was a way of her maid telling her exactly how she felt about the display.

"No need, Lady, we took care of all that last eve. Although I would warn you that the staff will not take kindly to you if you continue to tear through like a crazed puppy."

Niadia shivered and stood in the bath, allowing Margarie to towel her dry.

The next couple of weeks had been a blur. She had taken to eating her meals in the kitchen, swapping recipes and ideas with the cook. At first the cook, a rather skinny man for his profession, had only answered her in grumps and hand motions to move out of the way. Over time he had eventually warmed up to her personality and, as with the rest of the staff, he had begun to look forward to her routine. 

Her bath with Margarie, breakfast in the kitchen, an hour or two in the library, a walk outside in the snow, accompanied by a visit on to the stables, lunch in the library, cleaning with the house staff (something of which the boys still had not gotten accustomed to), dinner in the kitchen, then early to bed. 

She did the same thing in and out every day. 

She was bored to tears.

That was why, this early morning in particular, she had been excited to see that the snow was almost completely melted. Not because that meant that Achillien would be back, but that she could possibly go for a walk. Perhaps even convince one of the boys to let her have a horse.

As she wrapped herself in a deep plum dress trimmed in black hare fur, she turned to Margarie. 

"Do you think the snow will last much longer? I was told that the flowers bloom late up here but they are quite colorful when they do." 

Margarie sat her down in front of a large mirror and started to comb out her wet hair. 

"That is true. If we do not get any more snow, we should start to see some green in the next few days. Late storms are not uncommon, but they do not usually last as long as this one. Besides, I am sure the Count is quite excited to return home and see you. You both had just entered into the breeding contract before he left."

As Niadia frowned, Margarie tugged especially hard at a lock of hair. 

"Do not disrespect that man, Lady. You may not be overly fond of how he did things, but he is a good man. He takes great care in what belongs to him. I would suggest that you well remember that childish spurt you had and make sure that it will not be repeated before he returns."

As Margarie finished scolding her, they both fell into silence. 

***

The Lady Rhyinne and her brother, the Lord Masqin, sat next to each other as the horses plowed their way across the frozen ground. Both of their heads were together, faces barely a breath apart, as they spoke. Their fair hair glinted in the flashes of light that seeped in through the windows. It was when Masqin said something especially humorous that Rhyinne allowed her voice to rise as her laughter chimed through the cabin.

Achillien merely smiled at the pair. Masqin had been a friend of his since they had been children. His sister, and also his twin, had continuously plagued them on their trips across the landscape. She had grown up to be quite lovely, her pale blue eyes and soft skin emphasizing a frailty that both of the men knew she did not possess. 

It had been speculated for quite some time that the pair would enter into a contract, but nothing had happened. When Rhyinne's father had come to Achillien with the offer, he had turned it down on grounds that she felt more like his sister than an actual companion.

If Rhyinne had been insulted by this, she never let it show. Now, with the vixen he had waiting for him at home, Achillien had hoped that brining in his long time friends would help his Niadia transition from the bustle of the city life into the quiet of the countryside.

As his thoughts strayed to her, he began to smile. She had denied him with word, but yet something strong and wild had blossomed between them with just a kiss. He had found himself unable to stop as he stoked her passions and her own response had kept him warm through these cold nights.

Even now, he felt an uncomfortable tightening in his breeches as his mind wandered. He had wanted to make love to her that next morning. Slowly lavishing and worshiping every inch of her. Instead, he had been drawn away in an emergency to one of his other estates and kept away from her for long weeks by the uncooperative weather.

He imaged his welcome. Would Niadia smile to see him home, or even send a frustrated and heated look that he had been gone so long? Perhaps this time apart would have settled her into the routine of caring for his home and given the situation a chance to settle within her. Yes, he had tricked her into signing away her little shop, but he had no doubt she would find happiness within his home and his bed.

Sighting his smile, Masqin grinned suddenly. "Are you thinking of your poor flower?"

Rhyinne's smile suddenly lit up as well, a mirror of her brother's. "Yes, she must be devastated that you have been away so long." Her voice took on a slightly husky purr, teasing. 

With a sigh and a frown, Achillien glared slightly. "I am sure she is fine."

Ending the conversation there, Achillien moved onward to a discussion of one of Masqin's estates. 

***

Sloshing through the remaining mix of soggy snow, Niadia made her way to the stables. As she pushed open the door, a resounding 'meowl' reached her ears. Furrowing her brow, she walked to an abandoned stall from whence the sound came and peaked over to see a rather plump mother cat in the middle of herding together her kittens.

Making a sound of delight, Niadia quickly abandoned the protocol that her new found status had awarded her and entered the stall, kneeling quickly in the hay.

As the mother cat looked at her with distinct disinterest, Niadia cooed softly at one particular kitten. She was smaller than all of the rest, the runt of the litter. Charcoal gray, the tiny thing had only a singular splotch of white on its front left paw. 

Lifting a bit of straw, she wiggled it at the kitten, sharp claws and teeth quickly attacking the offending strand that dare to move.

As she played with the small creature, she found herself laughing, in a much more jovial mood than before.

And it just to happened, that this is where she was when Achillien returned.

As his carriage pulled up to a stop, one of his men announced him. Hearing the wheels as they had entered the courtyard, coupled with the shout, Niadia quickly got up. Not pleased to suddenly be ignored, the small beast she had been playing with grappled claws deeply into the velvet fabric of her skirt. Reaching down to remove the kitten, it would not let go. Finally, after some maneuvering, she managed to place it down on the straw next to its mother. 

She had only made it a few steps, to the portal where the stables led into the courtyard, when the small creature was once more entangled on her skirt. It was then that she heard a bit of laughter. Looking up, she saw a tall man with pale blue eyes and hair the color of banged gold. As her gaze traveled over him in confusion, they were drawn to Achillien. 

The woman he reached inside to escort out was beautiful. She felt herself sucking in a breath as a small and uncomfortable feeling stabbed at her stomach and twisted it. The eyes, pale blue, looked at Achillien with such adoration and longing that Niadia was sure she must be an important part of her new Lord's life. Perhaps, even, one of his old contract partners.

That thought sent another twist into her stomach and she felt slightly ill. Taking a deep breath, Niadia chastised herself. If, indeed, this woman was an important part of his life, maybe he would cancel her own agreement. It was the tugging of the kitten, and the soft growl as it toppled over, chewing and clawing at her skirt that removed her attention. 

Reaching down to catch up the creature, she managed to dislodge it only after the kitten had caught her with a claw. Hissing out a breath, Niadia held the purring ball of fluff in one hand as she watched the blood swell bright against her skin. 

"Did it hurt you?" A male voice spoke beside her, a bare whisper against her ear. 

As she looked up, her green eyes met blue.

"No.. not really."

The man smiled, lifting her hand. He brought it to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. He kissed the wound softly and lingered a heartbeat or two before releasing it back to her side.

"That is good.."

Niadia's heart fluttered, though she felt no shiver or electricity at his touch. Her cheeks flushed red and she suddenly felt other eyes upon her. 

Taking a step away from this stranger, she looked to Achillien. He stood there rigidly; his own gaze thick and brooding. She felt herself shiver softly at the dark look in his eyes.

"My Lady Niadia, may I present to you my dearest friend and neighbor, Lord Masqin."



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



"Uh…eh…you…um…heeeeey, baby?" Thomas couldn't believe his eyes when he came home from work the next day. 

"Take the foot out of your mouth and speak, stupid," Lexy glared at him from the kitchen as she stirred something in a pot atop the stove. 

"Uh…beh…you know…wow, Lexy! That outfit!" Thomas mindlessly gushed, as he looked her up and down several times. 

His wife's red, sheer mesh babydoll left no part of her large nipples to the imagination. The flyaway front, tied together by only a ribbon between her breasts, left her flat, chocolate stomach exposed. The matching, sheer mesh G-string not only left her plump ass hanging out, but he could clearly see the outlines of her pussy lips and camel toe. Thigh-high fishnet stockings clung to her long, slender legs, and the heels she wore were so tall they'd have made a stripper afraid of heights. In fact, this looked more like a woman who should be descending from a pole, than stirring spaghetti in the kitchen! 

"What about my outfit?" Lexy set her stir stick on the stove and stepped towards him. "You said you wanted a slut. Isn't this how a slut would dress?" 

"Y…yeeeeeeessssss," Thomas hissed like he was out of breath. "Holy fuck, you look sexy!" He leaned in to kiss her and was met with a cease-and-desist hand blocking her mouth. 

"Uh uh, I don't think so. What did I tell you about kissing me?" Lexy placed her hands on her hips. 

Thomas stood there looking confused, then the light bulb went on as he recalled the previous days experience. "You serious?"

"As a heart attack, bitch," Lexy turned around and peeled her G-string down to mid thigh. "Go ahead, kiss me." 

Thomas sank to his knees and stared at her puckered hole. He really loved this new slutty side to his wife, but boy had she gotten bitchy and demanding. Was this the trade off? Domineering and sexy or subservient and dull? He shrugged and buried his face in her high, round, black ass and smooched her anus. 

"Get that tongue in there, bitch! All the way in!" Lexy pushed her ass back, trapping his head between the kitchen cabinet and her ass. "Yes, there you go, my little ass licker. Just like that. Lick that ass clean for me." 

"Wow, she wasn't kidding!" Thomas heard a man's voice coming from the living room. 

"What the? Who's here!" Thomas gasped as she finally pulled away and let him breathe. 

"Say thank you!" Lexy swung around and smacked him upside the head. 

"Thank you?" 

"Thank me for giving you the fucking privilege of licking my asshole! Because you're lucky to be touching me at all!" 

"Thank you for letting me lick your asshole," Thomas begrudgingly uttered, quickly rising to his feet and peering around the corner. 

"Since I went through all the trouble of making you dinner last night and you didn't even eat, I figured I'd better invite some company over in case you decided you weren't hungry again. I do not like cooking for people who don't eat," Lexy pushed her finger into his forehead. 

"Eddie? Jake? What the hell are you guys doing here?" Thomas looked in shock as he saw two of his friends sitting on the couch, then in horror as he looked again at how his wife was dressed. "How long have you guys been here?" 

"For a while," Eddie smirked. 

"I always said good things happen to bad people," Jake commented as he watched Lexy stroll out of the kitchen. "Man, you are a fuck up." 

Thomas grabbed Lexy by the arm and quickly drug her back into the kitchen. "What the hell do you think you're doing!" He whispered loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

Lexy stung his face with a hard slap he hadn't even seen coming. "What the hell do you think you're doing! Have you lost your mind? Don't ever grab my arm like that, bitch!" 

He could hear his friends laughing in the other room. He stared at his wife, wide eyed as he rubbed his cheek. "But…but…my friends are here and you're dressed like…" 

"Like a slut?" Lexy smiled. "Of course I am. I'm a little slut, just like you wanted. And a slut wouldn't care about being half naked in front of a few guys, would she? No, in fact, she might even go out of her way to show off for them, don't ya think? I'm glad we had that talk yesterday, I like being a slut, it's fun!" Lexy did an about face and marched into the living room. 

Thomas stood there feeling sorry for himself a moment, before rushing out into the living room. 

Lexy was casually bending over, adjusting her stockings, purposely poking her ass out right in front of his friends. Thomas sunk into the recliner like he'd lost the feeling in his legs. 

"Thomas doesn't like my outfit, guys," Lexy feigned a pouty face, "Do you guys like it?" 

"Hell yes!" Eddie chirped. 

"Thomas is a fucktard," Jake grunted, "You look sexy as I don't-know-what in that thing!" 

"Awww, your friends are so nice," Lexy said, plopping herself down in Jake's lap and throwing her arm around him as she tossed her stocking clad legs onto Eddie's lap. 

"Lexy! Oh, come on! What are you doing!" Thomas whined. 

"What? There's no where else to sit!" She shot him a look that unmistakably said – 'fuck you'. 

"Yeah, I don't mind at all," Jake said, grinning as he boldly caressed her smooth stomach. 

"I'll be your foot rest any day of the week!" Eddie chuckled, as he massaged her calves. 

Thomas jumped up from his chair. "Here! You can sit here!" 

"Oh, that's ok. Eddie is doing a great job on my legs. I kind of like it over here," Lexy grinned, resting her head on Jake's shoulder. 

Thomas stared in disbelief as he watched Jake's hand plant itself firmly on her ass. "I…I can give you a massage, baby," he looked like a lost puppy. 

"Oh I don't want to trouble you. You've had a long day," Lexy smiled. "Can you do the other one, Eddie?" She swung her right leg over his head and draped it over the back of the couch, leaving the left one in Eddie's lap. 

Eddie unabashedly stared directly between her spread legs as he began massaging her other leg. 

Thomas knew Eddie cold see Lexy's pussy lips through her sheer panties. He wanted to cry. What the hell was happening! "Lexyyyyyyyyyy!" he whined, "My day wasn't that hard! I love giving you massages! Love it!" He felt ashamed of himself immediately as he realized how pathetic he sounded. 

Lexy giggled, "Oh, ok." She sat up and gave Jake and Eddie both a kiss on their cheeks, very near their lips, and thanked them for letting her sit there. She strutted over to the recliner and plopped down in the middle, draping one leg over each of the arms, making sure to keep her husband's friend's eyes focused on her snatch. 

Thomas kneeled down in front of her, giving her a pleading look. 

"I just love seeing you on your knees," Lexy smiled, "Now take my shoes off and rub my feet, bitch." 

"Don't have to mean about it," Thomas grumbled through clenched teeth. 

"What was that, bitch? I didn't hear you? My feet are waiting," Lexy dangled her shoes off of both feet. 

"You've got him trained pretty good," Jake laughed. 

"Fuck off," Thomas grumbled as he began rubbing her feet. 

"What the hell do you have to be mad about?" Eddie shook his head. "With a wife that hot, I'd never be able to wipe the smile off my face!" 

"So sweet, Eddie," Lexy smiled. "Thomas is just one of those people who's never satisfied with anything. Do you know what he told me yesterday? He said I wasn't sexy enough for him." 

"What! Go see an optometrist, buddy!" Jake laughed. 

"You should have told him to kiss your ass!" Eddie laughed. 

"That's exactly what I did," Lexy grinned, "And I do mean literally. I spread my cheeks, he get's on his knees, and he kisses my black asshole!" 

"I didn't mean it! I was just kidding!" Thomas whined. 

"Yes you did mean it. And then he told me he wanted me to be a slut," Lexy explained. "Would you guys want your wives to be sluts?" 

Eddie shook his head. "I wouldn't share you with anyone if you were mine!"

"That's insanely stupid. But I guess his wish is working out good out for us, huh?" Jake nudged Eddie. 

"That's not even what I meant by it!" Thomas threw his hands up in the air. 

"Slut – a woman considered sexually promiscuous, or immoral. A dirty, slatternly woman, or, a prostitute. I looked it up. You couldn't have meant anything else, Thomas. But that's ok. I'm having fun with it!" Lexy giggled. 

"That is not…" Thomas was hushed as Lexy pressed her foot into his mouth. 

"Suck my toes, bitch. I'm tired of hearing you ramble," Lexy hissed. 

"You really wanna act like that?" Thomas grabbed her dainty foot and held it in his hand. 

"Oh, you don't want to? I bet Jake or Eddie will do it for me," Lexy grinned devilishly. 

"Fuckin-A right, I would!" Eddie sounded off. "I'd lick you like a Popsicle anywhere you want baby!" 

Thomas shot Eddie a warning look before taking Lexy's fishnet-clad toes into his mouth. 

"There you go, bitch. That's what you're good at. Suck those pretty toes. Be a good little bitch and clean my feet for me with your tongue," Lexy smiled big as she savored his submissiveness and humiliation. "Don't forget to lick my soles and heels, either. I want my pretty feet clean enough to eat off of!" 

"You are something else, lady," Jake said, openly stroking a long bulge through is pants. "I'm over here hard as a fuckin' flag pole." 

"Yeah, baby. Since you're giving him his wish for a slut, how about you show him how much of a slut you can be!" Eddie unzipped his pants and let loose his hard white dick. 

"Oh…damn," Lexy's eyes got big as she admired their size. 

She found herself wondering how far she wanted to take this. A little teasing, a lot of humiliation of her ungrateful husband, and maybe some inappropriate touching were all she'd originally planned. In fact, she hadn't really had a plan, she wasn't even sure how this whole thing was going to go over with his friends. 

She couldn't have known how easily Eddie and Jake would take to her slutty antics. She half expected some level of protest on their part. After all, she was their so-called friend's wife. Some friends, she thought. They'd been game from the moment she stepped out in her slutty lingerie, without the slightest bit of resistance. 

In her eyes, they were just two more white boys who wanted to live out their black girl fantasy, even at the expense of a friend. But what did she care? She loved white men who craved her chocolate flesh. Teasing them had kept her pussy perpetually wet since their arrival. Now she had a choice to make. Continue to act like a slut, or actually be one. 

"Well…I think dinner is ready," Lexy decided to buy herself some time to make her decision, reluctantly peeling her eyes away from Eddie's veiny monster. She pushed Thomas' face away with her foot, putting him on his back as she hopped up and scurried into the kitchen. 

"Dude, I wanna fuck her black pussy like nobody's business," Eddie exclaimed. 

"I hear that, partner," Jake concurred, "She can be the dark meat in the middle of this white bread sandwich!" 

"Hey, you fucking assholes! That's my wife! How about a little respect!" Thomas angrily vented. 

"Respect? Like the respect she gives you? You're her bitch!" Jake laughed. 

Lexy smiled big as she listened from the kitchen. 

"Yeah, what do you know about respect anyway?" Eddie said. "Remember that night at O'Malley's when my wife had a few too many drinks and you talked her into showing her tits to the whole fucking bar!" 

"And what about how you used to tease my wife after she had the baby?" Jake added. "All the jokes about her still being pregnant, and shopping at Lane Bryant? Then she loses the weight and you were grabbing her ass at every opportunity! You think she didn't tell me?" 

"Oh, and let us not forget about Maria," Eddie reminded them. 

"Oh yeah, Maria," Jake grinned. "Does Lexy know why Kevin and Maria are divorced now? Cause I'll bet she wouldn't be too happy if she found out what part you played in that!" 

Thomas cringed as he knew Lexy could hear every word they were saying in the kitchen. "Nothing happened with Maria!" He lied. "That was a rumor!" 

"Even if it was, we haven't forgotten about how you treated our wives," Eddie said with a sinister look on his face. "So if sexy Lexy wants to be a slut now, we'll be happy to make one out of her! You've got it coming, bitch!" 

Jake high-fived Eddie for his take on the situation. "Fuckin' right!" 

"That motherfucker," Lexy fumed under her breath as she picked up two plates and returned to the waiting men. "Here you go boys, enjoy!" Lexy forced a smile to her face as she handed Jake and Eddie their plates. "None for you, bitch," she turned to Thomas, "I figured you'd turn your nose up at it like last night."

"Uh huh, real nice," Thomas pouted. 

"Oh my," Lexy fanned herself. "It sure is hot in that kitchen. I don't wanna get my sexy new outfit all sweaty. You guys don't mind do you?" She coyly asked, holding the ribbon that held her babydoll together between her fingers. 

Eddie and Jake stared at her in a slack jawed trance, spaghetti noodles hanging from their mouths. "Fuck no," Eddie mumbled with his mouth full. 

"Thanks guys," Lexy smiled, tugging on the ribbon and letting her babydoll fly open, exposing her perky tits. "Much better," she said, letting it slide off her shoulders and tossing it at Thomas. 

"Oh, come, on!" Thomas wailed. "You're hot? Really!" He fumed at her cheesy and transparent excuse for shedding her clothes. "Turn the fucking AC on if you're hot!" 

Lexy scowled at him. "Well you're always bitching about the bills around here, I figured I'd do you a favor and leave it off! What's your problem anyway? You don't like your wife's pretty titties?" She slowly ran her hands over them and pinched her nipples. 

Thomas rolled his eyes, "You know that's not it!" 

"Whatever. Do you like them, boys?" Lexy turned towards the sofa, leaning over them. 

"Hmmm, I think I need a closer look," Jake smiled. 

Lexy leaned over the plate in his lap, not-so-accidentally brushing against it. "Oops, I've got spaghetti sauce on me! Can you get that off, Jake?" 

Thomas wanted to rake his own eyes out as Jake gripped his wife under her ass and pulled her close as he suckled her sauce covered tit into his mouth. Eddie, not to be denied his chance, leaned over and wrapped his mouth around the other one.

Lexy breathed hard, whipping her head back, "Oh yes, thank you sooooo much, boys," she purred. 

"That is enough, damn it!" Thomas stood up screaming. "You fucking whore, what do you think you're doing!" 

"Being what you want me to be!" Lexy flipped him off as she pulled away from Eddie and Jake. "And I agree, that IS enough! Enough of hearing you talk!" 

Lexy stomped over to the dining room table, grabbed a chair, carried it into the living room and slammed it down on the floor. "Get on the chair, on your knees, bitch!" 

"Fuck you! I'm sick of this shit!" Thomas stomped his foot like a child. 

"Fuck me?" Lexy raised an eyebrow as if inviting him to say something else. She went to her husband and nuzzled her face against his ear, whispering, "Fuck me? Is that what you want them to do? Because if you don't play nice and do whatever I tell you, that's what going to happen." 

"You wouldn't," Thomas' voice sounded shaky. 

"Are you going to do what I say, or am I going to get two nice, big, hard, white cocks in my pussy? Because I would really like that. Feel free to keep being an asshole." Lexy took a step back and was pleased to see him visibly shaking. "Chair, bitch," She snapped her fingers and pointed. 

Reluctantly, Thomas kneeled on the seat of the chair as instructed. 

Lexy strutted over to the sofa, raised her stocking-clad leg high in the air and planted her foot in between Jake's legs. "Would you take this off for me, sweetie?" 

"My pleasure," Jake smiled, reaching up to her soft, dark thigh and carefully pulling her stocking down her long, silky, leg, planting a trail of kisses behind the fabric as it peeled away. 

"Eddie?" she asked, planting her other foot in his lap. 

"Oh yeah!" Eddie made a point to get a good feel on her firm thighs, before pulling off her stocking as slowly as he could, letting his fingers caress her skin all the way. 

"Thank you, boys," Lexy said, straitening out her stockings. She tied each one tightly around Thomas' wrists, making a double knot and pulling them with all of her strength to ensure he couldn't escape. Then tied the other end to the metal frame of the chair, making the same inescapable knots to hold him there. 

"And just so we don't have to hear any more of your useless commentary," Lexy stopped mid-sentence and peeled her G-String panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. She balled them up and forcefully shoved them into her husband's mouth. 

"Furfin bith!" Thomas mumbled with his mouth stuffed, mortified at the sight of his naked wife standing in front of his two friends, both with their hard dicks in hand, eyeing her hungrily. 

"What's that?" Lexy said, smiling, "They're wet? I know, huh? But I'm a slut after all, and I'm standing naked in front of two men with big hard cocks, so of course I'm wet! Duh!" 

She circled behind him and yanked his pants and boxers down to his knees and slapped him on the ass hard. "You haven't been very nice, have you, bitch?" She slapped his ass again, making him yelp. "Apologize to Eddie for making his wife show her tits in front of a bar full of men!" 

"Fuhh uuuuu!" He mumbled. 

"Wrong response, bitch!" Lexy let loose an onslaught of hard smacks to his quickly reddening ass. "Want to change your answer?" 

"Biiiihhh!" 

Lexy looked at the guys in disbelief. "You see how stubborn he is? See what I have to deal with?" 

"Try this," Eddie grinned, sliding off his belt and tossing it to her. 

"There we go!" Lexy giggled, doubling the belt over. 

"Noooooo!" Thomas groaned. 

Whack! The belt stung his bare ass like nothing he'd ever felt before, causing an incredible cry to escape. "Sorry about Eddie's wife?" 

"Suuuurrieee eeedee!" He whimpered. 

Whack! She smacked him again with the belt. "Are you sorry for making fun of Jake's wife?" 

"Yeeeeehhhh! Suuuurrieeeee!" 

Whack! "And for grabbing her ass!" 

"Suuuuurieee Jeek!" 

"And while you're at it, apologize to me for grabbing her ass! Did you even care how I would feel about that?" Whack! 

"Suuurieee! Suuuuurieeee!" 

"And I don't even know what happened with Maria, but knowing you, you were out of line in one way or another!" Whack! 

"Ahhhhhhh! Suuuurrieeeee!" 

"And most importantly, apologize to me for being such an ungrateful prick! For putting me down! For trying to make me feel like I wasn't good enough! And for taking me for granted!" Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! 

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuk! Suuuuuurrriiieeeeeee!" 

Lexy felt intensely satisfied by the pain she'd inflicted on him. There was a part of her that felt sorry for him, but the former was far more gratifying. Thomas needed to be knocked down a few pegs, and she felt even more justified in her actions by knowing that she wasn't the only one who he'd mistreated. 

"Done with your food?" Lexy looked at his two friends who were openly stroking their dicks. 

"Kind of lost our appetite, I think," Jake grinned, "But the food was great." 

Lexy walked over to the sofa and sat down on the coffee table in front of it, leaning back and spreading her legs. "Save room for desert?"

Jake and Eddie nearly knocked each over trying to get to her. Eddie won the battle and gripped her ankles, ready to plow his hard pole into her dripping black pussy.




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



"Eddie!" She stopped him with a foot on his chest, "You eat desert, you don't fuck it!" 

"Didn't you see 'American Pie'?" Eddie chuckled. 

Lexy gave him a sour expression. 

"Sorry, I've been hard for you all day, baby," Eddie panted, sinking to his knees and burying his face in her juicy cunt. 

"Oh god, yeah!" Lexi groaned, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his face into her. "I fucking love how white boys eat pussy! Now I remember why I married you Thomas!" 

Jake moved around to the side of the table and gripped both of her tits firmly in his hand, roughly sucking on her erect nipples. 

Lexy found herself in a state of unimaginable bliss as the two men worked her over with their needy mouths. Jake had her writhing in ecstasy as he delightfully teased and tortured her nipples. And Eddie was eating her like he hadn't just been fed, somehow managing to suck her clit and tongue her saturated hole at the same time. 

"Where the fuck do you guys learn how to do that!" Lexy howled, "Oh my god Eddie! Suck my black pussy! Suck that shit! I'm gonna cream all over your fucking face!" Lexy's moans turned into growls as she soon erupted from deep in her gut, sending a waterfall of juices onto Eddie's lips and the table below her. 

"Oh god I need to be fucked!" Lexy blurted out, her eyes opening wide as she realized what she'd just said. 

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, you sexy black bitch!" Jake grabbed her ankles and spun her around effortlessly. 

"No! Um…" Lexy panicked, holding him at bay with her outstretched leg. "I want you show me how you eat pussy, baby! Please!" 

Jake smiled, "No problem. Bring that juicy black cunt to daddy!" 

"Oh fuck!" Lexy sat up in a hurry, swinging her legs over Jake's shoulders and squeezing his head between her thighs. "Fuck my pussy with your tongue, dammit!" 

Eddie stood beside her, stroking his long hard dick, inches from her face. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it as badly as he did. But there was the man she exchanged vows with, tied to a chair and gagged, with tears falling from his eyes. The sight of him was turning the whole situation sour. 

Eddie gripped her head "Fuck, I've always wanted to see how a black girl sucks cock! You sure got the lips for it baby! Suck this big white dick for me, slut," Eddie batted his wood against her face. 

"Oh shit," Lexy whimpered, barely audible. She desperately wanted to open up for him, his words made her pussy hotter than ever. 

She knew it would be good. They weren't only big and thick; she'd played her slut character so well that they were looking at her like a piece of meat! She knew she was just a piece of ass to them, but not just any piece of ass - a piece of black ass, and that meant something. These kind of white boys who fantasized about black women, who got off on the whole idea of her contrasting skin tone, always fucked like they wanted to prove a point! 

Oh god I want those big white cocks inside me! Lexy tortured herself with her own thoughts. Why had she even got them started! 

"Ohhhh god, I can't yet!" Lexy moaned, turning her head away as Eddie's dick pressed against her soft, full lips. "I can't concentrate with him eating my black pussy so good!" 

She immediately cursed herself for using the word 'black'. It was instinctive, she knew that pointing out her ethnicity in the heat of the moment always turned them on, and it made them even better, as was evident by Jake's sudden burst of hurricane tongue movements against her clit! 

"Jake! Jaaaaaake!" She hit a deafening pitch as he had her insides exploding again. 

Feeling like Jell-O she rolled off the table and plopped onto the floor, panting. The two men hovered over her naked body like vultures, holding their thick pleasure sticks in hand. 

She glanced in her husband's direction; his eyes were desperate. He may not have been able to untie himself, but he could have certainly lifted the chair up and done something. But he sat there in the same position she left him in, looking defeated. Why did she even look over there?

Lexy wanted to be fucked, and bad. She'd never had two men at the same time, let alone two who were as hungry for her as these two. She could just imagine being filled up with one thick white stick, while lustfully savoring another one in her wanting mouth. So this is why some women choose to be unabashed whores, she thought. For pure gratification of lust. 

Lexy longed to try it, make it for real. Black slut, Lexy shook with excitement at the thought. Fuck it, why not? What was so great about being a good girl? All she got was stepped on by her ungrateful husband. Orgasms were far more satisfying than her marriage had been lately. 

Thomas' eyes were pleading. 

Damn you. You can't help but ruin everything you touch, you poor bastard. 

Lexy sat up and the men closed in on her, pressing their dicks into her face from both sides. 

"Now you can concentrate on sucking white cock, whore!" Eddie, grunted. 

"Yeah baby, wrap those black lips around this white meat, slut," Jake co-signed. 

Lexy knew how to play them. Just like she had played her husband the day before. She grabbed their dicks in each hand and started stroking. 

"Oh my god I can't wait to have your big white dicks in my tight, black pussy! Maybe I'll even let you shove them right up my slutty black ass! Would you like that? You wanna make me your dirty black fuck toy? I'll cream all over your big white dicks while you make me your black slut!" 

"Ohhh shiiiiiit!" Eddie groaned. 

"Yeah baby! Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh!" Jake moaned simultaneously. 

She had them and she knew it. Jake started spraying powerful bursts of jizz from his swollen cock; the first hit her in the cheek, the second and third flew right over shoulder. She looked back and cringed when she saw that it had landed in her husband's hair. 

"Oh no, Jake! Already? Come on Eddie, are you gonna fuck me? You wanna fuck this black cum slut? Show this black bitch why I need to be stuffed with white cock!" Lexy crowed as she jacked him for all she was worth. 

"Fuuuuuuck!" Eddie screamed. 

Without warning he gripped Lexy by the ears and slammed his dick in her mouth all the way back to her throat. No sooner had he entered her mouth, than he was blasting wads of creamy goo down her throat. 

Lexy's arms shot out to her sides in shock, then she pushed them into his thigh's trying to push him away, but it was too late, she was already gagging on another man's cum. Realizing the futility in struggling, she relaxed and swallowed burst after burst after burst of his cream. She wrapped her lips tightly around him and sucked hard, trying to drain every drop he had. Finally she pulled his impaled cock out of her mouth with a loud pop, and wiped the sperm from the corner of her mouth. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned, without meaning too. Now she really wanted to fuck, and it was hard not to show it. 

"Don't worry, slut. Just give me a minute and I'm gonna bang that black pussy for you," Jake assured her. 

"Ditto," Eddie replied, "You got some water?"

Lexy rubbed her eyes trying to pull herself together and beak free of whatever slutty, needy, whorish spell she was under. These guys had no intention of letting their chance to fuck a black girl go. She needed a plan. 

"Ohhhh, shit," Lexy cringed, clutching her stomach. 

"What's wrong sexy?" Jake asked. 

Lexy reached between her legs and inserted a finger into her cunt, then quickly withdrew it and sniffed it. "Oh, ick! Damn it!" 

"What?" Eddie looked concerned. 

"My period!" Lexy shouted frantically, running for her bedroom and locking her door. 

She ran into the master bath and turned on the water, then ran to her dresser and pulled out the most unsightly pair of granny panties she could find and put them on. She found a dingy old tank top with a big stain on the front that belonged to Thomas but had shrunk enough to fit her. She threw it on, making sure it didn't cover up her hideous granny draws. She ran back to the bathroom and stuck her fingers into her thick hair and disheveled it as much as she could. She wiped off her lipstick and eye make up as best she could without having to wash her face. 

Lexy went back into the bedroom and checked herself out in the full-length closet mirror. She had made a hot mess of herself. She smiled and returned to the living room. 

The look on Eddie and Jakes faces when she came out looking like a train wreck was priceless. They immediately started putting on their clothes. 

"Sorry guys, it always comes at the worst possible times!" Lexy said, scratching her coochie, then sniffing her hand. "Eeewwww." 

Eddie looked like he was going to throw up in his mouth. 

Lexy fought hard not to laugh. Men were so fucking ignorant when it came to all things involving women. As if, she thought. 

It didn't take long to get them out the door after that. Amazingly, they were still asking when the next time they could come for dinner was. She told them she'd let them know, and was pleased to still have the option. 

"I hope you know what I just did for you," Lexy said, glaring at her still bound husband. He looked relieved that his friends were gone, but still sad and serious. "You have no idea how badly I wan…oh never mind, you don't care about anyone but yourself. I don't know why I even care about your feelings. And don't even think of trying to use what I just did against me later, I could have done a lot more! And from the sound of things, you've already done a lot more! " 

Thomas began to squirm. 

"Maria, Thomas? Maria?" Lexy slapped him across the face, hard. "Tell me you didn't fuck that nasty cow!"

Thomas shook his head, fear in his eyes. 

"We are going to talk about that later, but for now I'm enjoying the silence."

Lexy peeled off her granny panties and the dingy tank top, she felt nasty just wearing them. She looked at her helpless husband and smiled, "I like you that way, you know? I got something special for you, bitch. Yeah, that's right, don't even think this is over. Things between us are not ok. And you're going to keep your fucking mouth shut and deal with whatever I dish out, otherwise you can go and find a good lawyer. Got it?"

Thomas nodded. He knew there was no use in playing the tough guy at this point. He was busted, humiliated, and helpless. Now he only longed to have the old Lexy back, sweet, kind and affectionate. 

But Lexy wasn't feeling like any of those things. She hummed a happy song as she vanished down the hallway, leaving him stuck. She was still humming like nothing was wrong when she returned with a black, strap-on dildo harnessed to her waist. 

"I went shopping today, Thomas. And look what I bought!" Lexy gripped her plastic cock and wiggled it around. "I can see why you guys like these things. I always wondered what it would be like to have a dick. This is gonna be fun!" 

"Leeseee! Beeebeee! Noooo!" Thomas tried to fight his restraints. They wouldn't budge. With his pants pulled down he didn't have enough dexterity in his legs to make any evasive maneuvers. He was a sitting duck. 

"Shut up, bitch. Didn't we agree you were gonna shut up and take it like a man? After everything that's happened in the last two days, is there really any point to keep pretending to have some pride? Don't worry, I'm not judging you for letting me make you my bitch. I love you for better or for worse. I'm only judging you for being an unfaithful asshole!" 

"Suuureeee?" Thomas grunted hopefully, as Lexy lathered his ass up with petroleum jelly. 

"That ship has sailed, buddy boy!" Lexy jubilantly exclaimed as she gave him a hard slap across the ass. "I've always wanted to do this, you know. Even before I realized what an asshole you were, I thought about fucking you like this and putting it on you like you be trying to do to me!" 

"Uhhhhhhhhhgggggg!" Thomas bellowed as she began to push inside of him. 

"Everybody says that it's easier if you relax. I wouldn't know, but that's what they say, so you might wanna try it," Lexy said, as she watched inch after inch of her toy cock disappear into his rectum. 

Thomas got silent as she went 7 inches deep in his ass, preferring to hold his breath rather than scream. Take it like a man, he told himself. 

"Oh, honey, this is so hot!" Lexy bit down on her lip as she grabbed his hips and began to thrust in and out of him. "Ooooooo, damn, this is sexy. You're my little dick slut, aren't you baby! Take that dick, bitch! Take that shit!" Lexy fucked his ass with a huge, naughty grin on her face. 

Take it like a man, take it like a man, Thomas repeated in his head. Don't scream like a little bitch. Try to save some shred of dignity in this whole ordeal. 

"Fuck yeah, you like getting your little pussy fucked, bitch? Who's your fucking mommy!" Lexy smacked his ass. "I don't hear you! Say my name, bitch!" 

"Leseee!" Thomas moaned. 

"That's right, ho! That's Lexy's pussy, bitch! Take that black dick you dirty white slut!" Lexy couldn't wipe the smile from her face. The power she felt over her man was exhilarating, and even more erotic than she ever thought it could be. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second. "I'm gonna put it on you, you little fuck slut!" 

Take it like a man, take it like a man! Thomas kept chanting in his mind, as Lexy was pounding his ass mercilessly. It was getting harder not to moan. Harder, harder, "Oh fuuuuck!" He moaned into her panties. A man isn't supposed to be taking this in the first place, who am I kidding! 

Lexy rode him hard, gripping a fist full of his hair like he always tried to do to her, fucking him like he was some sort of pin cushion. Yeah, that's how he fucked her, so that's how she would fuck him. She could have sworn he was pushing back into her; did he like this? Did she even care? Controlling him was utter bliss. The only difference was she wasn't going to prematurely bust a nut or go soft. She could ride his ass all night! 

When Thomas' moans faded to whimpers, she decided he'd had enough. Reluctantly, she withdrew her now beloved cock. She was having so much fun, she really wanted to keep going. 

Lexy had tied the knots so tight that she had to retrieve a kitchen knife to cut him free. She made sure he knew he owed her a pair of stockings. She yanked her panties from his mouth and ordered him to get on his knees. 

Thomas obeyed her without even the slightest argument. She was pleased with herself for the way she'd broken him down. "What a good little bitch," she said endearingly. She wondered how far she could push him before he bucked her newfound authority. 

She made him crawl on his hands and knees into the shower with her. He sat up on his knees, staring up at her. "You're going to do it again, aren't you?" he asked meekly.

Lexy smiled, "You're reading my mind now? Only this time, you're going to open your mouth!" 

Thomas cringed, swallowed hard, and asked, "If I let you do it, will this be over with?" 

"This ain't over until I say it's over. And you don't let me do shit, I do what I want, remember? Your only other choice is to lawyer up, because I'm at the point right now where I can let you go. Do you want to go?"

Thomas shook his head. 

"Why not, Thomas? Do you like being treated like this? Like you're nothing?" 

"No. But I love you. I fucked up. This is my fault." 

"That's the first smart thing I've heard you say in months. But I'm in no mood for sentimental conversations right now. I have to pee. Open up bitch!" Lexy slapped him in the mouth. 

Thomas cringed and closed his eyes like he was bracing for a hard impact, and opened wide. 

Lexy didn't miss her mark. Her golden nectar sprayed onto his tongue, it hit his nose, his eyes, his cheeks, and he gagged, but he held steady and let her finish. He leaned into her dripping pussy and licked her clean just as he'd done before. Lexy kept on smiling her devilish smile. It felt good to be the villain, she thought. Better that than the victim. 

She turned on the shower and made him wash her body, then left him to clean himself. She tossed a pillow and blanket out into the hallway and locked herself in the bedroom, getting cozy on the bed with her box of toys beside her. 

She sighed heavily. She did miss having a man lying next to her…and inside of her. She hoped she wasn't doing any permanent damage to his self-esteem. She still hoped for some trace of manhood to be left in him if and when he ever got his shit together. It was his ego and his arrogance, which had smothered her happiness for so long, that she wanted to crush. She didn't want to end up being a 24/7 domme to some groveling wimp. 

Nah, he was too proud to ever end up like that, she thought. But it was nice to make him putty in her hands for a while. Let him taste his medicine. She wasn't sure just yet where she wanted to draw the line, or when she'd put a stop to this reversal of power. 

For now, she'd pull her two favorite dildos from her box, name them Jake and Eddie, and spend some time fantasizing about what could have been. 

….to be continued… 



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



"Who are you?" Craig asked the mysterious red head as she led him through the room by his cock, like a pet being lead on a leash. They'd left Nicole and the other woman behind; though the brunette had sprayed Nicole with cum, her body hadn't reverted back to the way it was before. Craig saw the massive clit shrink back down, but not to the proportions that a clit was supposed to. It still hung between her legs, five inches long and soft. Her labia still sagged, swinging behind her newly developed cock like a parody of two heavy testicles. She pulled her skirt back down and readjusted her stockings, though she left her panties off. Nicole stood up and abandoned her cum stained dress on the floor. She made no effort to clean herself, instead moving over to the refreshment table still dripping with white. And still, nobody except Craig and this mysterious lady seemed to notice anything was amiss.

"Just a woman who likes to have some fun," she responded, giving Craig's cock a little tug along with her words. He moaned as semen impotently oozed from his tip and fell into her palm. "Don't trouble yourself with it. You're getting what you wanted, right? This is certainly a lot more interesting than your average meeting. And I'm getting to have some fun along the way."

"But, this isn't... normal." He said in his hushed, but urgent tone; he cast a look back to see Nicole talking to somebody, the brunette woman getting herself another drink and nobody the wiser about anything happening. "It's magic or something."

"My, my. You really are a sharp one, aren't you?" The red head teased Craig. The two of them were making a circuit around the room, glancing over the various people sitting at tables or milling around the walls as Craig had done earlier. They finally stopped when a voice over the speakers caught their attention; a man, whom had been trying to set up the microphone earlier, finally spoke into it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you will kindly welcome to the stage, from our Research and Marketing Department, Miss Jenna Lee."

There was soft applause as a woman in a blue pant suit took the stage; she was certainly a pretty woman, in her mid-thirties with a short-cut hairstyle for her jet black hair. Whatever curves she might have had were well hidden behind the unflattering suit that she wore. From Craig's guess, she looked to be the kind of woman who probably hadn't had a terribly wild life, never did anything spontaneous or fun. Probably lived for her job, and was likely a real bore to talk to. Like most of the people here. A glance over to the red head at his side suggested that she probably had the same thoughts as well. She was smirking as she looked to the stage; Craig felt that familiar tingle in the air that seemed to happen just before everything went crazy. She led him to an empty table, and sat with him so they could, apparently, enjoy the speech.

"Thank you, Dan." Jenna said, pulling out a stack of notecards from the pocket of her jacket. She lifted them up in front of her, eyes scanning over them as she began. "It's been a good year for our department, thanks to the work of..." Jenna trailed off, furrowing her brow in confusion. There was an awkward pause, followed by members of the audience looking to one another. Craig looked over to the woman at his side and hissed in a whisper.

"What did you do to her?!"

"Oh, nothing big. Yet. Just a little confusion with reading. She looked like the kind of girl who always had her nose in a book instead of doing anything fun. I thought it might be... exciting to lower her intelligence a little bit. Right now she's having trouble with some of the bigger words." The red head grinned. "Really, it's hot. Feel how wet it's making me."

The last sentence seemed to be delivered almost as a command; Craig felt compelled to move his right hand up her thigh and under her dress. As his fingers found her pussy, nestled between her legs, they felt just how wet she actually was. Both of her upper inner thighs were covered with her juices, as there were no panties to absorb them. She moaned lightly at his touch.

"Good boy. Rub me while I play."

Another command, and another compulsion. His fingers began to gently rub her wet mound, one slipping into her slid to seek her growing clit, so that he might give it attention too. The half-lidded stare that she took on suggested that she enjoyed his attention. 

And there was another sudden feeling in the air.

Jenna tried to carry on, but she kept stumbling over larger words that she should have known. The look of frustration on her face was evident, as she couldn't fathom why this speech she had prepared was suddenly so hard for her. 

"And... um.... Like, we totally had our numbers go way, way up." She almost looked aghast at the suddenly juvenile speech that came out of her mouth; her brain was sending one signal, but it seemed to be getting mixed up along the way. Jenna looked back down to her note cards to find that she couldn't read them at all -- the red headed woman had completely erased her ability to read. And that wasn't all. Her intelligence was draining by the second, leaving her looking progressively more confused and upset, standing there in the spot light. The note cards slipped from her hands and clattered to the floor in front of her.

"They... um... I said they like, went up, right? And that was tittily good." She paused, and giggled into the microphone. "Ohmigod, I totally just said tittily. I didn't mean to say that! This isn't a place to talk about titties." As she said the word, she looked down at her own chest, as if she had never seen the fact she had breasts before; Jenna looked almost mesmerized. She began to unbutton her suit jacket and slipped out of it, letting it fall to the stage floor. She was left standing there in a sheer blouse and blue slacks. 

"Like, I forgot what I was going to talk about. But I should... like... totally talk about titties instead. They're so awesome." Jenna spoke as her fingers quickly unbuttoned her blouse; within a minute, she was untucking it and letting it slip to the floor too. Standing now in her plain white bra and slacks, she began to gently squeeze her covered breasts. "Titties are super fun to play with. Mine are pretty big. I totally forgot what size they are, though." And this prompted her to reach behind her back and unclasp her bra; her C cups bounced free, sagging slightly on her chest. She brought the bra in front of her face and tried, in vain, to read the size on the label but gave up with a giggle. "I totally can't read it. But they're big and they fit in my hands like this," Jenna's hands went beneath her tits and lifted them up, fingers kneading the flesh. "And I can suck on my nipples," This was demonstrated, as she lifted a breast up to her mouth and leaned down to put the nipple in her mouth.

"And I love when other people suck on them too! Especially girls. Oh! And it's super fun to put a nice big cock between my titties and let it fuck them until they are covered in cum. And that is my report on titties." Jenna ended her sentence with a bounce, causing her large breasts to bounce with her. 

Meanwhile, Craig's fingers were sliding in and out of the red head's wet pussy; she was staring at the stage, almost unseeingly, as he brought her ever closer to orgasm. She cast a glance over her shoulder, to the still nude Nicole, and Craig felt that familiar tingle of something happening.

The blonde college student began to approach the stage, walking up to the topless Jenna. She leaned down, without a word, and slipped one of the nipples into her mouth and began to suck. Jenna, with her reduced intelligence, didn't know how to respond beyond an audible squeak. Her other hand went up to Jenna's other breast and began to squeeze softly; Jenna arched her back, further thrusting her breasts at the younger woman.

The crowd, meanwhile, had fallen completely silent as they watched the display on the stage. Jenna was quickly working to take off her slacks, letting them and her conservative panties fall to a pool around her ankles. As soon as they were off, Nicole dropped back to her knees, as she had before, and leaned in to Jenna's crotch, using her hands to part her thighs. An expert tongue darted out and began to lick the wet cunt nestled between her legs. Jenna, standing on stage and having her pussy licked, began to moan and play with her chest, oblivious to the crowd. Jenna's moans were quickly building to climax when she was interrupted by a loud voice as the back of the room.

"Just what in the HELL is going on here?!" A female called out; all eyes turned back to look at her, including the red head whom Craig was fingering. She wore the uniform of a hotel employee: black slacks and a white button up shirt. She was relatively young, not quite thirty. But she was very pretty, with generous cleavage showing from the neckline of her shirt.

Apparently Jenna hadn't been the only one nearing orgasm; the red head was so close, and the sudden outburst seemed to snap her from the building release. She did not look pleased. Craig felt compelled to stop rubbing her; from everything he'd seen so far, he doubted that she needed to actually tell him to stop. The red head stood up and adjusted the hem of her dress and faced the woman. 

"A private business meeting. What do you think you are doing interrupting this function?"

"What do I think I'm doing? I'm the manager of this hotel, ma'am. I don't know what kind of a business you run, but we certainly don't have room for things like THAT in our establishment. Your ladies need to get dressed before I call the cops."

"You'll do nothing of the sort. Close that door, lock it, and come here." The red head said, iron in her voice.

The hotel manager complied, looking shocked as she did so. The door was closed and locked, and she looked panicked as she began to walk across the room toward the red headed woman. "You need to cut this out right now, I won't stand for it."

"You won't stand for it?" The red head laughed. "That's fine with me. How about you kneel, then."

Instantly the hotel manager fell to her knees, gasping as she did so; she looked up to the red head with terrified eyes.

"That's more like it. I was this fucking close to cumming on my pets hand over there, and you ruined it. Now, I'm not terribly pleased about that. I think you deserve a little punishment."

"Punishment? Look, lady... I'm sorry. I'll go, I just... I'll pretend I never saw a thing."

The red head ignored her, as she looked down to the kneeling woman with anger. "No more speaking, unless it's to answer my questions. Other than that, nothing. We'll find a better use for your mouth than nagging. What size are your breasts?" She asked her.

"38D." She meekly answered.

The red head smirked down at her, wiggling her fingers in the direction of the woman's chest. Craig could feel the energy just as soon as the changes began to take place. The hotel manager's chest began to shrink rapidly, her large tits quickly getting smaller and smaller until there was nothing left. Within a minute the formerly busty woman was flat chested, her shirt and bra hanging limply over her chest where large breasts had been a moment before.

"Oops. I hope you weren't terribly fond of them. Take off that," she gestured to her top, "since it doesn't seem to fit you any more."

The hotel manager's fingers quickly complied, unbuttoning the shirt and letting it slide off of her body; the bra quickly followed. Her chest was quite flat, with no hint of there ever having been breasts there in the first place. Her tiny nipples were rock hard, pointing toward the red head in front of her. The standing woman seemed very pleased with her work. 

"Now, crawl over here and beg your mistress to allow you to make her cum, since you so rudely interrupted it before."

The woman, looking terrified, crawled toward her tormentor, stopping just in front of her to look up and speak in a meek voice. "Please mistress, may I make you cum?"

"I don't know, that's not very convincing. I could... motivate you further. Maybe we could see how you cum if I take away all feeling in your pussy..."

The idle threat seemed to quickly motivate the scared employee. "Please, please mistress! Let me make you cum. I'll lick your pussy or finger you or let you do anything you want to me. Please, please let me make you cum."

"Well, I guess... if you insist." The red head teased, lifting her dress until it was bunched at the waist. The hotel employee made quick work of leaning in to her wet cunt, pressing her tongue against it and licking furiously at her clit. Her fingers moved up the red head's thigh, and began to slip in and out of her waiting pussy; she was moaning in no time, her fingers grabbing the young woman's hair and holding her face against her crotch.

"Mm, that's a good girl. Much, much better." She was panting as she neared her orgasm; one final lick brought her to the edge, her pussy gushing as she squirted her cum all over the poor woman's face. With a moan, she stumbled back to sit in the seat she had been in earlier.

The hotel employee looked expectantly to the red head.

"Oh, right. You want me to change you back?"

She nodded.

"Mm, not just yet. I think I might keep you as my personal pet. Maybe one day you can earn these again," To accentuate her point, the red headed woman grabbed her own breasts and teasingly squeezed them. "Until then, you can live without them. And, your punishment for ruining my orgasm..."

"No, miss... please..." the hotel employee pleaded to deaf ears.

"I'll take away your ability to cum at will. You'll only have an orgasm when somebody is cumming on your face. No, wait. Not just somebody... You'll only be able to orgasm when a woman cums on your face. I hope you're comfortable with licking pussy, because that's the only way you're ever going to cum again. Now get dressed. But, reserve a room for us. I might like to play with you later, when I am done here."

The woman quickly slipped her shirt back on, but left the bra abandoned; it was useless to her now. Looking like she was on the verge of tears, she quickly headed from the room.



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.

This is the continuation of 'Be Careful What You Wish For'. In Part 1 Dave Brickman agrees to go to couples counselling with his wife Marion. She thinks he's oversexed and he wishes she would be more adventurous in the bedroom. The therapist starts Marion on a course of hypnotherapy. Dave discovers that the key word 'aeons' puts his wife in a suggestible state and the word 'hectic' causes her to return to her normal condition with only a vague memory of what she had done in between. Dave decides to conduct his own hypno therapy sessions with surprising results. 

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After they got home from the party, Dave was so keyed up that he didn't get to sleep 'til the wee small hours of the morning. By contrast his wife Marion was gone the moment her head hit the pillow.

Dave assumed that she didn't have as clear a recollection as he did of the whole evening's events.

He had happened to remember the key word that Marion's therapist had used to make her become more open to suggestions. And the blow job she had given him in the car showed just how amazingly successful the hypnotherapy was.

However there had been that cop that had pulled them over and his wife's brazen and effective efforts to get him to tear up the ticket. 

All David had really wanted when Marion suggested they get into couples counselling was that she might loosen up a little sexually. He didn't really know if he could handle the wildly amoral animal he had seen her become when left to her own fantasies.

He spent the next few days in a state of total bewilderment.

He called Dr. Von Stramm's office and postponed his appointment. He didn't cancel it. He just told the receptionist who took the call that he needed a little more time to figure out his feelings. He said he'd call and re-book.

Marion on the other hand continued going to therapy twice a week. And the change that he had seen in her since she started the treatment continued.

After a week or so Dave started worrying less about his wife's transformation and more about getting laid.

One night he came home with flowers, another night, with a new pair of earrings. Marion seemed really pleased with these little gifts but when he made his eager advances to her in the bedroom she shut him down cold.

On one occasion she had actually stiff armed him, slamming him in the chest with her outstretched hand and telling him to 'back off'!

Dave's frustration level and sperm back up were both reaching critical mass.

One day, about two weeks after the incident with the highway patrolman, Dave decided there was more than one way to skin a cat.

He called Marion from the office about mid-way through the morning.

He told her quickly about what was going on at work and listened impatiently while she told him about some of her girlfriend's gossip.

And then he said innocently enough...

"You know honey it's been aeons since I made you dinner. Why don't you plan on just relaxing this evening and let me take care of you..." 'aeons' was the trigger word Dave had used the last time that he and Marion had had sex.

Of course he had no idea whether or not the therapist might have changed it. He waited nervously to see what his wife was going to say. It seemed like it was taking her a long time to answer.

But then Marion said...

"I think I'd enjoy that..."

And Dave thought he detected a certain sexy purr in her voice. He was very encouraged. He told her he'd pick up something interesting on the way home and that he was looking forward to their evening.

Marion said..."Me too. See you later hon..." then hung up the phone.

Dave could barely contain his excitement. For the rest of the morning and through the lunch hour his imagination ran wild, picturing all the kinky things his wife might be preparing for their evening.

By two o'clock He couldn't stand it anymore. He told his boss he was feeling fluish and that he thought he'd better go home.

He stopped at the gourmet grocery in the mall just in case he had got it wrong and all he was really going to get that evening was a good meal.

When he got to the house he decided he would surprise his wife. Instead of pulling into the garage he parked half way up the block and walked the rest of the way.

He slipped up the driveway and went in quietly to the kitchen where he put the groceries down. He remained standing there motionless for a moment listening to see if he could figure out where his wife was.

Since he couldn't hear her he thought she might be upstairs in the bedroom.

Well let the games begin he thought as he climbed stealthfully up the back staircase.

But when he stepped into the bedroom Marion wasn't there. Maybe she was out in the back Dave thought. He stepped out into the hall.

Dave and Marion's house was a loft design. The upstairs bedrooms were all in a row and the hallway connecting them looked down on the living room below.

Out in the hallway Dave could hear Marion's voice. It sounded like it was coming from downstairs. She was probably on the phone.

He went to lean over the railing and look but before he did he heard a man's voice. Now that was odd. The TV was in the basement, not the living room. Was there someone down there with his wife. He sort of peeked over the railing.

There were two men in the living room. One was Tom Ryan his neighbour who was sitting on the couch. The other was Mark Harris, another neighbour who lived down the block. Mark was sitting in a chair off to the corner of the room.

Dave wondered why they were both sitting in his living room on a Tuesday afternoon. He remembered that Tom was doing some major repairs to his pool and that Mark was giving him a hand. Mark was a little bit older that John and Dave. But he was a contractor and a really handy guy to have around if you had a job you wanted to get done.

But that didn't explain what they were doing there. And even more surprising to him than seeing this little group assembled was his wife. Marion was wearing socks and sneakers and the smallest pair of cut-off jean shorts he had ever seen. They barely contained her creamy ass cheeks as she paced back and forth between the two men like a cat. Above the shorts she was wearing a tight white tube top with spaghetti straps, beneath which her conical tits were rippling and heaving with every step she took. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were jutting urgently through her little top.

On her head she was wearing a white ball cap with her blonde pony tail swaying out behind her just above the strap. She looked incredibly hot!

Pony tail? Wait a minute. Marion's hair was cut short. Dave looked closer and decided she must be wearing hair extensions. He dropped down to his knees and got closer to the railing. There was little chance anyone was going to see him crouched down like that.

What in the hell was she up to? As it turned out he didn't have to wait long to find out.

Marion slowed her strutting around but kept moving as she said...

"I'm so glad you boys didn't mind coming over for a minute. There was a little something I wanted to do and I hoped you wouldn't mind helping me out...."

"No problem Marion...Whatever you need...Happy to help..." the two men replied, tripping over each other with their responses.

'Oh yeah...' David thought...."I bet I know exactly how you want to help her out!...'

"That's very sweet of you boys. Now I hope you won't think badly of me but I've been having this little fantasy lately and what I really needed was two strong men for me to make it happen. That's why I asked you to come over."

"I know this is going to sound a little unusual but I really think if you're willing to be open minded about this it can turn out to be a win/win situation all around. Because my fantasy is to help you with your fantasies. Alright boys? Ready? Here goes..."

And with that she walked up to John so that she was standing right in front of him.

"Who am I John?..." Marion asked putting her hands on her hips and smiling down at her neighbour.

John seemed pretty puzzled by the question but he finally said..."Why your Marion Brickman, my neighbour..."

"No I'm not John... Look again...I'm Amber Harris, the girl who's been cleaning your pool and cutting your grass forever... I'm Mark's daughter...the little blonde you've been dying to fuck for the last two years!..."

Dave felt himself gasp with surprise as did the other two men in the room when his wife said that.

It was bizarre, but now that she had said it, Dave could see that Marion did look remarkably like the tall blonde who had made a successful summer business out of coming home from college and taking care of the neighbourhood properties. And a lot of that success was based on the fact that all the men in the neighbourhood drooled over Amber when she showed up at their home in her cut off shorts and her tight tops and strutted around their yards mowing and vacuuming the pool. More cars were washed on those days than on any other day of the week.

Of course Marion was older and had noticeably bigger tits than Amber, but with the pony tail and the outfit she did bear a strong resemblance to Mark's daughter. 

"Now wait a minute..." grumbled Mark half rising from his chair.

Marion wheeled on him and moved across the room to him swiftly.

"No you wait a minute mister..." she snapped, stretching out one foot and pressing it firmly into the surprised man's crotch. She pushed him back down in his chair like that and put a threatening amount of weight on his balls.

"You just sit there and be good....I'll get to you in a few minutes...Understand?..." Marion demanded, leaning even more heavily on Mark's tender testicles.

"O.K....O.K......" Mark gasped, not believing the scene he was seeing unfold. And neither could Dave.

Marion smiled down on him for a moment longer, took her foot off his balls and puckered a wet kiss at him.

Then she strode back across the room to John.

"Look Marion...I don't know what this is all about but maybe this isn't such a good idea..." John croaked nervously.

"I've seen how all you men look at me when I'm working in your yards Mr. Ryan..." Marion/Amber purred, not paying any attention to John's remark.

"I've seen how you look at my ass..." she said, turning to face away from the seated man. She leant slightly forward so her butt was jutting back towards his face.

"You haven't wanted to get your hands on this and squeeze it?..." she asked, smiling over her shoulder at John. She reached back and gave one cheek a resounding slap. Then she squeezed it until the creamy flesh was bulging out between her fingers.

Dave could see John swallow hard as he ogled the blonde's lewdly offered butt.

Marion held that pose for a moment and then she turned back to him.

" And I've seen how you look at my tits. You know Mr. Ryan, I don't wear a bra on purpose. They jiggle so much more that way and that really gets you hot doesn't it?..." Marion purred, reaching up and squeezing her arrogantly thrusting breasts through her skimpy shirt.

Dave thought he heard a quiet moan come from John.

Marion dropped to her knees in front of him, pushed his knees apart and shimmied in close to his groin. She put each of her hands on the inside of his thighs and started sliding them slowly up towards his crotch.

"If your cock isn't rock hard right now then maybe I made a mistake... Did I Mr. Ryan?... Did I make a mistake?...You really don't want to fuck the little girl who cuts your grass?..." Marion asked, moistening her lips with her tongue as her hands approached the big bulge in the front of John's pants.

Then she had her hands on him, one hand squeezing his erection and the other clutching his balls through his pants.

"That's what I thought!...Then it's settled!...All you have to do now is fuck me!..." Marion purred as her hands began to deftly unfasten the front of John's pants.

"Ahhh!...Geez!...Marion!...Wait!...I don't know..." John groaned,

But Marion reached into his open pants, pulled out his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. 

"Let me convince you..." Dave's wife said, leaning forward and sucking the end of his cock into her mouth.

"Oh my Goddd Marion!..." 

"Call me Amber..." Marion mumbled as she slid further down John's eager tool. 

The seated man was squirming with excitement under Marion's oral onslaught. The nasty blonde was bobbing up and down on his pole with avid enthusiasm.

"Nahhh!...Ahhh!...God!...Marion!...Amber!...Don't go so fast...You're gonna' make me...Ahhh!..." John cried.

Amber pulled off his gleaming spire with an audible slurp then straightened up between his legs.

She reached between the couch cushions and came up with a condom in a foil pack.

Staring into John's eyes with a smile on her face, she ripped open the little packet with her teeth.

"You'll have to wear a rubber when you fuck me Mr. Ryan. A young girl has to be careful you know..." Marion purred as she pulled out the little rubber ring, carelessly dropping the empty wrapper on the floor behind her.

She reached out and put the condom on the end of John's cock and then started rolling it down his shaft. She stripped the rubber ring slowly down his length with little up and down strokes of her encircling thumb and forefinger.

Even from his hiding place on the balcony overhead, Dave could see that John's cock was growing to an enormous size under his wife's wicked fondling.

"I made it with your wife last week..." Marion said casually.

"Excuse me?..." John stammered, thinking he must have misunderstood.

"It was last Wednesday. It was really hot and I was working around your pool. You weren't there. Anyway, Ingrid asked me if I'd like to come in and have some iced tea. So I went in but when she headed for the fridge I stopped her and told her that what I'd really like was to sit on her face...." 

And as she was casually telling her shocking tale, Marion was shuttling her little hand up and down John's cock in a very exciting rhythm. The condom was one of those lubricated kind so that she was able to stroke him smoothly. She moved her other hand into his crotch and squeezed his balls in her cupped palm.

"Oh my Goddd!...What?...." John gasped in disbelief.

"And you know she never even batted an eye. The next thing you knew we were on the living room floor going down on each other like there was no tomorrow. I'll tell you Mr. Ryan, your wife sure knows how to eat pussy. She had a way of nibbling on my clit while she had two fingers playing around just inside me that made me crazy. She got me right up to the edge and she just held me there for what seemed like forever. "

"I don't believe this!..." John gasped. But it was obvious that Marion's little story was getting to him. He was starting to hunch his cock up through her pumping fingers in counterpoint to her skilled masturbation. Marion went on as if he hadn't said anything.

"After about a half an hour with her mouth on me I was just a puddle of girl soup down there. I can't remember how long it's been since I was that excited. She's such a bitch!..." 

"Oh God Amber!...Nahh!...What...what do you mean?..." John groaned. His hips were starting to strain upwards off the couch as his excitement mounted.

"She left me like that and went into the kitchen. When she came back she had a carrot in her hand. And not one of those little ones. It was a big field carrot with a funny bend in the end of it. I asked her what she was going to do with that. But she just smiled at me and said...'Oh you'll see!...'

And then she had that damn carrot up me and she was fucking me with it and it was poking me in all sorts of funny places. And I thought ..'My God she's going to tear me up with that thing!...' But then it got feeling good and I was really getting into it and fucking back onto that gnarly thing. It was all so dirty! She was so dirty! And that's when she made me come. When she got me off I thought I was going to pass out. It was incredible!"

Dave was going crazy upstairs. His wife had to be making all this stuff up didn't she?

"Ahhh!...Nahhh!...Oh God!...How...how did she...did she...get you off?...Unnn?..." John whimpered.

"That was what was so dirty. While she was jamming that carrot in and out of my pussy she stuck her finger up my ass and started twisting it around inside me. Like this..." Marion purred, dropping her hand off John's balls and sliding her outstretched index finger through his sphincter. She didn't stop until her knuckles were rammed up into the crack of his ass. Then she started twisting her wrist around, reaming his cringing butt hole nastily.

"Nahhh!....Ahhhh!...Amber!...Don't!..." John gasped, squirming frantically on Marion's prodding finger. 

But the kneeling blonde just smiled at him, working her two hands in time with each other. She added a little in and out action to the finger she was jabbing up his ass while, with her other hand, began stroking his cock a little harder, a little more urgently. 

"I know. It felt kind of strange at first but then it started to feel kind of sexy and the next thing I knew I was coming so hard I thought I was going to piss myself. It was so intense..." Marion purred.

And John was going...."Nahhh!...Ahhh!...Ahhhh!..." as he rose up on top of Marion's plundering finger and a creamy torrent of come began to spew into the condom sheathing his tool.

"Yeah!....Like that!...Just like that Mr. Ryan!..." Marion enthused, beating her shuddering neighbor's erection in time with his feverish orgasm.

"Hah!...Hah!...Hah!..." John barked as his loins spasmed frantically. He hadn't been expecting to come like this. He was amazed at how forcefully his balls reacted to every little twist and turn of Marion's finger skewering his ass.

"Umm Yeah!...So much come!...Look at it all!...That rubber looks like it's ready to pop!..." Marion giggled.

And it was true. Even Dave could see from fifteen feet away that there was a big round glob of cream bulging through the bloated tip of the condom. It really did look like it was ready to burst.

Marion continued her skilled masturbation. She sort of rose up on her knees in front of John, smiling as she looked down on him, pounding his spewing dick to make sure she got every drop of sperm from his now aching testicles.

Finally his cock stopped kicking in her little hand and she slowly released the strangle hold she had on it with her encircling fingers. Instead of easing her finger out of his rear hole she snapped it out with a quick flick of her wrist that made him yelp and that caused a final dribble of come to spurt into the already overfull condom.

"I guess you liked my finger up your ass a lot didn't you Mr. Ryan? You should get your wife to do that for you. She's really good at it."

"When she finished me I was really wiped. Then she pulled the carrot out and I just stared at it and said something like...'I guess we'll have to boil that thing to make it go soft...' Ingrid laughed at that and said...'Nahh! I'll just grate it and put it in John's salad!...'

As Marion was finishing her story she was using both hands to pull the condom off John's crimson dick. She did it very carefully, managing to squeeze off the open end of it as she took it off of him without spilling a drop. Then she laid it down on the couch, again being careful not to let any of the come leak out.

She reached in and gave John's ropey cock a warm squeeze.

"Now you behave for a minute. I'll be back..."

Then she turned on her knees to face Mark who was looking completely dazed in the armchair across the room. He didn't look like he was really comfortable with this whole lewd setup. 

With her eyes sparkling wickedly, Marion peeled back the spaghetti straps of her little top then pulled the thin material down to her waist, baring her conical breasts. Mark's eyes opened wide as he stared at the two luscious jugs the smiling blonde was displaying for him. Marion twisted her shoulders back and forth, making those swollen orbs sway hypnotically back and forth from her chest.




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



"Now it's your turn daddy..." she purred. She picked up the condom off the couch. Then she leaned down so that she was on her hands and knees and started to crawl across the carpet to Mark. Her pendulous tits swung back and forth like bells beneath her as she prowled like a cat toward him.

Mark was mesmerized by her predatory approach.

When she was right in front of him she knelt up straight and put her hands lightly on his knees.

"Who am I daddy?..." she whispered.

"You're....Amber..." Mark said in a quavery voice.

"That's right daddy. I'm your little girl. The little girl you've wanted to fuck for a long, long time. Isn't that right daddy?..."

"Nooo!...Amber...It's not true..." Mark groaned with gritted teeth, like someone was twisting his arm up behind his back

"Oh come on daddy!...I know you've been looking at me in my room late at night when you thought I was asleep. What we're you thinking then daddy?..."

"Mom told you I fuck all the boys at school didn't she daddy? And a lot of my teachers too. You've seen my grades. Am I really that smart? Sometimes my room- mate and I bring three or fours boys back to our room at night and see how many times we can make them come before we kick them out. Oh I've been a bad girl daddy. Very bad!..."

And as she was talking Marion/Amber had lifted the used condom up to show Mark. She lifted it a little higher, then turned the condom over so that the creamy goo started to dribble out onto her outstretched tongue.

Mark, John and Dave all watched this lewd exhibition in breathless silence. Marion held that pose, her eyes sparkling until the last of the syrupy sperm drained from the condom. Then she made an exaggerated display of savoring it for a moment in her mouth before she swallowed it.

"Mmmm!...Yummmy!...I love the taste of fresh come!...I suppose that makes me a slut doesn't it?...Everybody else has had me daddy!...Don't you think it's time you had your turn?..." Amber purred as she leaned into Mark's lap and undid his pants. 

The older man neither tried to help her or to stop her. He looked like he was in shock. He watched Marion push his pants down with unfocussed eyes. As she worked his pants down to his knees, his rigid cock snapped out of his shorts like a jack-in-the-box, where it stood up like a flagpole from his loins. It was really big, like one of those oversize flashlights.

"Oh look at you daddy!...You really want it don't you?..." Amber enthused as she reached in and grabbed Mark's straining erection with one hand. She started to lean back onto the carpet, pulling him after her.

"Come and do your little girl daddy!...I want to feel you inside me, fucking me with this big horse cock of yours...You know you want to!...I'll make you come so hard daddy!...I promise!..." Marion coaxed as she lay back and opened her legs. She had dragged Mark along with her so that he was on his knees between her parted thighs. 

"Amber, sweetheart!...We can't baby!...I can't!...It would be so wrong!..." Mark pleaded. 

He was obviously getting caught up in Marion's little charade. There was a bead of sweat covering his brow and he was resisting, or at least trying to, Marion's obscenely spread loins.

"I know daddy!...It would be really bad wouldn't if you fucked me wouldn't it?..." Marion teased as she pulled his steely shaft down towards her and rubbed his swollen cock crown up and down through her slit.

"Ahhhh!..." Mark gasped at the feel of her greasy labia caressing his sensitive knob. 

"I really shouldn't let you put this in me should I daddy?...Not without a condom!... But maybe if you just put it in a little bit...Just the very end...That wouldn't really be fucking would it daddy?...It's be more like just fooling around!..." 

And as she said that, Marion pulled her ass across the carpet a couple of inches with her heels, sheathing the end of Mark's cock in her silky center.

"Ahh Goddd!...Nooo!..." he gasped, closing his eyes and holding himself rigidly still. He was obviously battling incredibly conflicting emotions.

But Marion was suffering from no such conflict. She started working her internal muscles around him, milking him with her fluttering vagina just like it was a little mouth. 

"Ummm!...That feels so good daddy!...So much better than all those college boys who fuck me at school....They don't know how to do it but you do don't you?...Give me a little more daddy please?...Just a little!...I promise I'll make it good for you..." Marion/Amber purred.

Mark continued to hold himself completely still above the enticing blonde beneath him. 

Then, with a forlorn cry, his hips lunged down and he drove himself into her right up to his balls.

"Ohhh shittt!...Yesss daddy!...That's it!...Oh yeah!...Give me that big cock!..." Marion cried as Mark's engorged tool stretched her little hole mercilessly. But the spread eagled blonde didn't mind. 

In fact she pulled her knees back and tipped her pelvis up, opening herself even more to Mark's feverish assault. She banged her loins up into his literally bouncing him in the saddle of her loins.

Mark responded by jack hammering his angry cock in and out of her welcoming pussy. 

"Yeah!...Oh yeah!...Fuck me daddy!...Fuck me like the little slut I am!...Slam me with that big cock of yours!...Give it to me!...." Marion demanded, twisting seductively under the lunging older man on top of her.

At that point Mark got his hands planted above Marion's shoulders, his knees under him and started riding her upturned loins like it was his first time at the rodeo.

"Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Amber!...Ahhh!...My Goddd!..." he grunted, pounding up and down on the blonde sprawled under him like he wanted to drive her through the floor.

"Yess!...Umm Hmm!...That's it!...Umm!...Fuck me daddy!...Don't stop!...Like that!...Oh yeah!....Give it to me!...But don't come inside me daddy!...It wouldn't be safe!...You have to pull out daddy!...O.K.?..." Marion whispered to him.

"Yes baby!...Of course!..." Mark grunted as he continued to plow away into the center of Marion's loins.

Dave was amazed to see that his wife's reaction to Mark's frantic fucking was not one of discomfort or distress. In fact she had a broad smile on her face that was getting bigger the harder that Mark hammered her. And this was the woman who predictably would tell him to get off her, he was too heavy, or else he was hurting her, if he took more than a couple of minutes to come inside her. 

Marion could tell that Mark wasn't going to last too much longer. His cock had taken on an added rigidity that she knew meant he was getting close. And as much as she would have enjoyed having him fuck her for hours like this, right now she had something else in mind.

With her knees pulled up she was able to reach under her butt and get a hold of Mark's balls with one little hand. They were tightening up with excitement and she squeezed them gently to add to his arousal.

"Ahhh!...Goddd Amber!...Don't!...Don't do that!...You're gonna' make me come!..." the sweating older man gasped. But he didn't stop his frantic fucking. He was too excited to do that.

"Not yet Daddy!....I'm almost there!...Let me come first!..." Marion purred. She added a gentle twisting motion to the grip she had on Mark's nuts, knowing that would certainly help him along.

"Nahhh!...Amber!...Don't!...Please!...I'm so close!...We better...better..." Mark panted.

But Marion just wrapped her curvaceous legs around his ass and pulled him forcefully into her leeching pussy. She bore down with her inner muscles to really grind on him.

"Wait daddy!....I'm almost there!...Just another minute!...." Marion hissed, writhing and twisting on Mark's buried cock like a milking machine.

"Ahhh!..Amber!...Oh my Goddd!...Oh my Goddd!..." Mark cried struggling to free himself from the silky legs that surrounded him. But Marion held on tight. 

"Daddy!... What is it?..." she asked ingenuously, knowing perfectly well that Mark was going to blow. She gave his overwrought balls one more slow, provocative twist and that was more than the poor man could take.

"Phwahhh!..." he yelled pushing himself up on his arms and arching his back as a fiery deluge of come exploded inside Marion's greedy pussy.

The squirming blonde could feel it immediately, that fiery stream of man juice jetting into her womb.

"Oh daddy!...You're coming inside me!...Ohhh!...Nooo!...It's so hot!...Oh you shouldn't!... You can't!..." she hissed while at the same time pulling Mark's shuddering loins even harder against her. 

"Ahhh!...Nahhh!...I...I can't...can't help it baby!..." Mark cried, panting like a steam engine above the smiling blonde.

"Ahh!...Unn!.. I'm right in the middle of my cycle daddy!...Are you going to knock me up?...Is that what you want?... Umm Hmm!...We're probably making a baby right now!... Filling me up with all your baby juice...Oh my God!...Yesss!...Do it!...Knock me up daddy!...Give me a baby!..." Marion encouraged.

And despite the perversity of her suggestion, or maybe because of it, Mark was having a truly devastating orgasm. 

"Hah!...Noo!...Fuck!...Fuuuck!..." he cried with every jet of sperm that erupted from his balls. He was sweating profusely, his face so red that it looked like he was going to have a heart attack at any moment.

And still he continued to helplessly buck and heave..." Huhh!...Huhh!...Huhh!..." as Marion gave his convulsing testicles sharp little twitches to keep him going.

"Oh daddy!...So much come for your baby girl!...I love it!..." she encouraged as Mark's wracking convulsions finally started to wane. In a few moments more he had wilted on top of the writhing blonde like some one had let all the air out of him. 

Marion finally uncurled her legs from his ass and allowed him to roll over next to her on the floor.

The poor older man just lay there trying to get back his breath.

Marion rolled towards him and whispered in his ear...

"I think we're making a baby for sure daddy!..."

To which Mark let out a plaintive moan. Marion smiled at that, kissed him gently on the forehead then got to her feet.

She turned her attention back to John who was still sitting on the couch. Marion could tell immediately by the rigid erection that was jutting from his loins that he had been excited by what he had seen. She walked over to stand in front of him.

She towered over him with her feet slightly spread and her hands on her hips.

"Did you like watching my daddy fuck me Mr. Ryan? I think you did..." Marion purred, reaching into John's lap and closing her hand around his hard-on. As she bent over in front of him, Marion's pendulous breasts swung from her chest in a most arousing fashion.

Above her on the upper landing John watched his wife's lewd performance in shocked disbelief. 

"I know a game we could play. I think you'll like it. It's called 'Who Knocked up the Pool Girl?'...

"What?..." John asked. He had no idea what the smiling blonde in front of him was up to.

"It's easy. Let me show you..." Marion purred.

Without letting go of John's hard cock, she turned and swung one leg over his legs so that she had her back to him. She climbed up on the couch, on her knees, straddling his lap with his cock held at the opening of her sodden snatch.

To make sure she had his attention she reached down with her free hand, cupped his balls in her hand and gave then an encouraging squeeze.

"Ohhhh!..." John grunted when she did that.

"See!...I told you you'd like it....Now all you have to do is fuck me until you shoot a big load up inside me. That way we'll never know whose baby it is!...You'll both be the daddys!...Pretty cool game huh?...Oh...You don't mind sloppy seconds do you Mr. Ryan?...

"Amber I don't think we should do this...What if you really do get....Umm!...I mean are you...are you on the pill or...Ahhh!..." John gasped as Marion dropped down on the end of his cock and took the upper half of his shaft inside her. 

John wanted to resist her but it was no use. He couldn't help lifting up under her crouching loins, trying to feed her more of his eager tool.

"No I didn't think you would!..." Marion said with a smile. As John hunched himself up into her, she dropped her ass down onto him, sheathing his rigid spear right down to his balls.

"Ahhh!...Fuuuck!...That's incredible!..." John gasped as Marion tightened up on his steely length. It felt like she was squeezing him with a slick, silky glove. 

"I thought you might like that!...Now it's your turn to do me Mr. Ryan!...Fuck me and then come inside me...That's the whole point of the game.." Marion urged as she began a gentle up and down motion on John's cock to get him going.

It didn't take much of that before John was eagerly thrusting up into her to meet the downward press of her silky channel.

"Yess!...That's it!...Give it to me just like that!..."

Then shifting her eyes to Mark who had turned and raised himself into a squatting position on the floor, she said...

"Come on over here daddy...I want to suck your cock!..."

You would have thought Mark's dick had ears the way it sprang to attention at Marion's lewd suggestion.

"Baby...You don't have to..." he said in an unsteady voice. But even as he said it he was hauling himself to his feet.

"I know I don't have to silly. I want to. I want to taste my daddy's cock. Does that make me such a horrible person? Now bring it over here..."

Mark did as he was told, his erection preceding him.

When he was in front of Marion/Amber she reached out and fisted him about mid shaft. Keeping her eyes on his she leaned towards his groin and pulled his stiff spike towards her. Mark stumbled forward another half step and inadvertently shoved the end of his prick towards Marion's face. The smiling blonde parted her lips and took his plum shaped helmet into her mouth.

"Oh Goddd!..." Mark groaned as she immediately went to work on that sensitive knot of nerves under his cock crown with her flailing tongue.

"Nahhh!... Shittt!..." John gasped as Marion's pussy pulled up his length until just the very tip of his cock remained inside her.

"Mmmm!...." Marion moaned as she dropped back down the full length of John's rod. At the same time she pulled Mark with her. He stumbled forward until his knees bumped into the couch, driving his cock into the entrance of her throat.

"Mmmmm!...." Marion groaned again, as she lifted her hips and backed off Mark's gagging cock at the same time. Then she pulled his hips forward once more and dropped back into John's lap.

The two men began groaning in concert as they each started working their hips up and down, in and out, fucking the salacious blonde's mouth and cunt at the same time and with the same keen excitement.

Marion let them enjoy themselves for a few moments and then she pulled her mouth off Mark's rampant tool. He was getting close to coming again.

"Daddy, did you know that a man can't ask for a paternity test. Oh he can ask for it but the woman doesn't have to agree. And if she doesn't then no one would ever know who the baby's real father was. Did you know that?..."

And then she plunged back down on Mark's needy prick.

"Oh Goddd Amber!... Baby!...Don't do this!...Please!..." Mark groaned. And then he whimpered..."John...."

John, who was on the verge of giving up the load of come that Marion was so expertly fucking him for, was barely able to gasp..."What?..."

There was a long pause that was punctuated only with the lurid sucking sound of Marion's mouth bobbing up and down on Mark's tool.

"Don't come inside her!..."

"What?..." John groaned. His head was literally swimming with arousal. The tingling excitement of plunging in and out of Marion's molten sheath was so consuming that he was hardly aware of anything else.

"Don't come inside her!..." Mark moaned plaintively.

There was another protracted pause and then John gasped..." I won't if you won't!..."

Marion let out a strangled laugh when she heard that. Then she went to work on Mark's cock in earnest. She attacked the underside of his knob with her lashing tongue. At the same time she fisted the exposed portion of his shaft and began to work it with short, hard strokes. She cupped his balls with her other hand and gently but firmly pressed them up into his groin.

"Mmm!...Mmm!...Mmm Hmm!..." she coaxed in a guttural purr. She was sucking his knob so forcefully that her cheeks were inverting around it.

"Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!..." she whimpered more urgently.

And of course this was more persuasion that Mark could take. Suddenly his balls kicked and a fountain of come was blasting into Marion's provocative mouth.

"Ahh!...Nahhh!...Unnn!..." he cried, trying not to slam his geysering pole into Marion's throat. He didn't want to hurt her.

And then John was gripping Marion's hips with both hands and bucking up into her leeching tunnel with all his strength.

"Phwahhh!...Oh God!...Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Ahhh!..." he cried as his creamy sperm jetted into the blonde's pussy.

"Mmmm!...Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!..,Mmm Hmm!..." Marion purred happily as she eagerly accepted all the searing man juice that John and Mark had to give her.

There was a chorus of 'Oohh's and Ahhh's' as both men emptied their aching testicles inside the sultry blonde.

"Unn!...Unn!...Unn!..." John whimpered as his loins convulsed. This was his second orgasm in a very short time and he didn't have a lot left to give.

"Ahh!...Noo!...Oh Nooo!..." Mark muttered, as Marion sucked an enormous load of come up from his balls.

And poor Dave, Marion's husband could do nothing but stare in shock at his previously demure young wife as a creamy trickle of sperm began to leak on to the couch cushions beneath her and out of the corner of her mouth.

Finally Marion pulled her mouth off of Mark's now ropey cock and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand 

"That was a good one wasn't it daddy? ..."she said with a sneering smile.

And then she climbed off John's softening spear and turned to smile down on him.

"I think you liked it to didn't you Mr. Ryan?..."

"God Amber!...You're too much!..." the older man said in wonder.

Marion/Amber puckered a mocking kiss at him and then said...

"Well that was fun boys. But I think we'd better call it a day before the man of the house gets home, don't you?..."

John and Mark appeared to be completely drained as they got their pants back on and stood up.

Mark looked like he wanted to say something but Marion just gave him and John each a quick peck on the cheek and sent them on their way. 

A moment later the front door slammed behind them on their way out. Then, without looking up, Marion said..."

"Mr. Brickman!...I know you're up there. You can come down now. They're gone..."

Dave held his breath when he heard that. He had no idea that his wife had spotted him lurking upstairs. He wondered fearfully how long she had known he was there. It wasn't like he could run away now. There wasn't anything he could do except go down and see how much trouble he was in.

Nervously he descended the stairs. When he got into the living room Marion was waiting for him. She was sitting in the big arm chair in the corner of the room with a sly smile turning the corners of her mouth. She had picked up a pair of sunglasses from somewhere and had put them on.

Dave couldn't help staring in awe at his blonde wife who was calmly sitting in the big chair, nude except for her sneakers, her ball cap and her sunglasses. She had an incredibly sexy, fresh fucked glow about her. His rigid cock strained against the fabric of his pants in front of her.

"Where's your wife Mr. Brickman?..." Marion asked with a playful grin.

"I...I don't know..." Dave answered honestly.

"I don't think she likes me very much. She's seen the way you look at me when I'm cutting your grass. She knows what you're thinking and she doesn't like it! Come over here Mr. Brickman. There's something I want you to see. Something you're really going to like...."




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



Dave shuffled uneasily over to stand in front of his seated wife. He still had trouble believing that this actually was his wife. Marion was acting so shamelessly, it was almost easier to believe that she really was that tight bodied teenager that he had been lusting after for the last couple of summers.

Marion leaned forward and nimbly opened his pants. In no time she had them pushed down to his knees. His rigid erection almost hit her in the face when it popped out of his shorts.

Marion smiled at that then leaned back in the big chair.

"It looks like someone is happy to see me. Now here's what I wanted to show you..." she purred.

And with that she casually slung each of her legs over the arms of the chair. She slumped down a little further and raised her butt off the cushion, giving Dave a dazzling display of her juice streaked pussy. She looked like a complete and utter whore as she posed in front of him, completely spread eagled in the big chair.

Dave was enthralled. Marion's labia were swollen and crimson and parted into a beckoning oval. Her interior flesh was a bright pink and gleamed wetly with a film of greasy goo. There was a slowly oozing trickle of sperm seeping from the center of her vagina and dribbling down onto the cushion beneath her.

Dave could barely tear his eyes away from this lewd spectacle. And when he did, he couldn't see his wife's eyes behind her dark glasses. All he could see was the faint smile creasing her lips. It was at that point that Marion cupped her tits in her hands and began to fondle them.

"Your friends used me and abused me so bad didn't they?...Especially my daddy!...He's got such a big cock!... God!...And so much come...I'm practically drowning in it!...Can you see it?...I'll bet it's just pouring out of me isn't it?..." she asked. As she talked to him Marion was squirming around in the chair and kneading her breasts like she had an itch inside that needed to be scratched.

Dave was mesmerized by the sight of his wife's obscenely spread loins. In his wildest dreams he had never imagined she could behave so shamelessly.

"Sort of..." he answered hesitantly.

"Well?..." Marion asked.

Dave didn't know what she wanted.

"Aren't you going to do me too?...I think there's room for one more load in there, don't you?....But maybe we shouldn't take too long...You're wife could be home any time now... We wouldn't want her to catch you fucking the pool girl would we?...

"Ahhh!...Well...I...I..." Dave stammered. 

Without taking her legs off the chair arms, Marion leaned up and grabbed the front of Dave's shirt. With more strength than he would have thought she had, she dragged him up to the edge of the chair in front of her and started forcing him to his knees. The confident smile never left her lips as she said...

"Come on Mr. Brickman!...You know you want to!...I've seen the way you stare at my ass!...You've been wanting to fuck me for a long time now!....And here I am...Spread wide open for you!....Here's is your chance to fuck me like the little slut I am!...You're not going to pass this up are you?..."

As she was taunting him, Dave was sinking to his knees in front of his wanton wife. When his knees hit the floor, his jutting tool stopped with his knob poised at the center of her gaping tunnel. Dave could feel the heat of her searing the end of his cock.

He stared down anxiously at the sight of his engorged helmet nudging into the come smeared pussy ahead of it.

There was something so perverse about this game that Marion was playing. He loved his wife but somehow it seemed that things were getting way out of control here. He should really call a halt to all this right now. He thought about it for a long moment. And then Marion said..."Well?..." once more and lifted her hips so that the first half of his cock crown slipped inside her. She clenched herself on him so that her swollen labia fluttered tantalizingly around the head of his cock.

It was more temptation than Dave could resist. Closing his eyes he leaned forward and banged himself into Marion's slimy center with a desperate lunge of his hips. Her cunt was so loose from her recent pounding that he slipped into her up to his balls in one feverish push. 

"Phwahhh!..." he groaned as he drove himself into his wife's come filled pussy.

He couldn't really feel her walls around him at all after John and Mark had finished with her. But she was incredibly hot and wet inside. It was like sliding his cock into an oversize glove filled with hot oil. He twisted his groin against hers for a moment before pulling out and then driving back into her. He could feel the other men's come gushing out of his wife, displaced by his pistoning length.

"Oh yeahhh!....Fuck me like that Mr. Brickman!... Umm Hmm!... Fuck me the way you'd give it to your wife if she wasn't such an icy bitch!...Unn Hnn!...Slam me with your big cock!..."

"Unnn!...Unnn!...Unnn!..." Dave grunted as he found himself lunging frantically into the saddle of his wife's spread loins. He had no idea what had come over him. All he knew was that there was something obscenely exciting to be rutting away like this, pounding viciously into a wife who, until her hypnotherapy treatment, would have killed herself before she would have participated in a fuck fest like the one she had arranged this afternoon.

"Ahh!...Ahh!...Fuck!...Fuuuckkk!..." he groaned as his balls began to stiffen and the come began to churn for release in his balls.

"Um Hm!...Oh yeah!...You like that Mr. Brickman?...Young pussy?...Young stuff?... Am I hot enough for you baby?...Hotter than that frigid wife of yours!...Imagine if she caught you bangin' the pool girl like this!...Imagine if she walked in right now, just when you're gonna' come!...'Cause you're gonna' come inside me aren't you Mr.Brickman?... Gonna' come and dump another big load inside my slutty little cunt aren't you?... And if your wife walked in right now you wouldn't stop!... Even if she was standing right beside you!... You couldn't!...Not until you blasted your load inside me!...Come for me like that baby!...Give it to me!... Come inside me!... ..." Marion hissed.

She reached out and pinched his nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Then she twisted them, slowly, harder and harder until it felt like she was trying to rip them off his chest.

"Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Ahhh!..." Dave cried. He arched his back to try and get away from her torturing hands but she wouldn't let go. Marion's legs snaked out around her husband's ass. Digging her heels into his butt she dragged his loins tight against her. At the same time she bore down on him with her inner muscles, clutching him tight with her molten interior.

"Now you're feeling it!...Come on!...Do it!...Come for me baby!.... Come!... Come!... Come!..." Marion chanted, grinding relentlessly on her husband's deeply imbedded tool.

"Nahhhhh!...." Dave cried as his balls kicked and a searing stream of come erupted inside his wife's pussy.

"Ahh!...Ahh!...Ahh!..." he gasped as his whole body heaved and shuddered in the throes of a monster orgasm. His come was gushing out of him as if a dam had opened up inside him.

"Oh yeah!...Umm Hmm!...That's it!...I can feel you coming!...Every spurt!...Umm Hmm!...There!...There!...Yeah!...Let me have it!...All you've got!...Umm!...That's so good!..." Marion praised.

Dave was coming so hard he was beginning to feel kind of light headed. If his wife's legs weren't wrapped around him so tightly he was afraid he would have fainted. 

"Ahh!...Ahh!..Oh Goddd!...Oh Fuuuck!..." he groaned, looking down to see that the creamy goo was now streaming out around his cock in the circle of Marion's gripping labia. She was completely full of come and what he was shooting into her was simply displacing what John and Mark had dumped inside her earlier.

He put his hands down on the arms of the chair to try and support himself as the violent spasms wracking his groin finally began to diminish.

Marion waited patiently for him to finish inside her. She kept tightening and loosening her inner muscles to milk him for every drop of come he had.

Dave continued to groan..."Ahh!...Ahh!...Ahhh!..." but more quietly and more slowly as the last of his juice oozed out inside his wife's sodden tunnel.

Finally Marion looked up at him and asked..."Are you done?..."

Without waiting for an answer she unwound her legs from around him. She put one of them back on the arm of the chair. The other one she drew back, put her little foot on Dave's chest and pushed him away.

Dave shuffled backwards on his knees a few inches and straightened up. His angry wand popped out, no longer completely rigid but not soft either. His cock's graceless exit was followed by a deluge of come that spattered down onto the chair beneath his wife's upturned ass.

"Did you like that?..." she asked with a beaming smile.

"Oh Geeez!..." Dave answered weakly.

"I thought you would!...Now it's my turn!...I've got some fresh cream pie for you Mr. Brickman...It's right there just waiting for you!...Why don't you give it a try!..."

Dave took a second to process what his wife was telling him. And then he realized what she wanted. 

Marion's sly smile never left her lips. Although he couldn't see her eyes behind her dark glasses, he knew she was waiting impatiently for him to go down on her

He looked at her come smeared loins and knew he should have been repulsed at the very idea of putting his mouth on her. But there was something lewdly tempting about the prospect of tasting her like that. He hesitated, torn between doing what she'd asked and refusing.

Whatever... he wasn't moving fast enough to suit his wife.

"Oh comer on lover!...It's not so bad!...It tastes just like chicken!..."

As she was encouraging her reluctant spouse, Marion's foot was drifting down from his chest, down his thigh and between his legs.

She waited a moment longer and while David was still swaying on his knees in front of her, his eyes locked in indecision on her beckoning vagina she said...

"Well don't say I didn't ask you nicely..."

And then she snapped her leg up, slamming the top of her sneaked clad foot into Dave's balls.

"Mmmmph!..." Dave gasped as much in shock as in pain.

A stab of nausea and adrenalin raced through his system as Marion's foot smashed into his unsuspecting balls. For a moment he couldn't breathe and then he slowly toppled forward, coming to rest with his cheek resting against his wife's groin.

Marion reached down with one hand and gently caressed his face.

"You've been a naughty boy, haven't you Mr. Brickman? Spying on me while I entertained your friends this afternoon. Taking advantage of me when your wife was away. Fucking me without a condom when you knew there's a good chance you could knock me up. And all I ask in return is a little oral sex. That doesn't seem like so much to ask now does it?..."

When Dave didn't answer she tangled the fingers of her hand in his hair and twisted his face up to look at hers.

"Does it?..." she asked once again.

"Nahh!...Ahhh!....Noo!...That's not too much to ask..." he finally blurted out with tear filled eyes.

"Good!... I was hoping you'd say that!...You know you should never keep a lady waiting Mr. Brickman!...So why don't you get to work!..." Marion instructed. Moving her hands so that she had him by the ears, she dragged Dave's face into her crotch. She had both her legs up on the arms of the chair again so Dave found himself face to face with her come smeared muff.

He tried to distract Marion by twisting his face around in her greasy bush without opening his mouth. But the lanky blonde wasn't having any of that. Keeping Dave in place with the stern grip she had on one ear, she reached down into her groin with her other hand and pinched his nose closed.

Dave tried to hold his breath but his aching balls were paining him so much that he could only do that for a few seconds. And when he did have to breathe his lips flew open and he gasped for air.

Marion took that opportunity to grind her juicy slit into his mouth.

"There you are lover!...Amber's special cream pie!...Have a taste!....There's lots and I want you to eat it all!..." Marion enthused, bearing down with her inner muscles and forcing a stream of goo into Dave's face.

The overwhelmed young man reluctantly extended his tongue and began to sweep it through his wife's slit.

In fact the taste of the viscous cream wasn't as unpleasant as he expected. It tasted like the bottom of his gym bag, which wasn't his favourite thing. But he quickly realized it wasn't going to kill him. And he really wasn't it any position to argue with his wife. So he turned his face so that it was pressing squarely into her upturned loins. Then he began to dig deeper into her juicy tunnel with his tongue.

"Oh yeah!...That's it!...Now you're doing it!...Right there!...Umm Hmm!...Don't move!... Just keep doing that thing you're doing with your tongue while I...Unn Hnn!... Unn Hnn!...Yeahh!..." Marion enthused. She started hunching up and down in her chair, happy to ride her husband's face. 

Eagerly she slid her swollen clit up and down against the bridge of his nose. And that friction sent lightning bolts of excitement shuddering through her loins.

"Ohh Jesus!...Fuuuck yeah!...Lick me!...Eat me!...You're gonna' make me come!..."

She arched her back off the chair and bucked her pussy into her husband's slavering mouth. Her excitement was reaching a fever pitch.

Dave's own excitement was building as he toiled away between his wife's thighs. He was lapping up the spicy oil dripping from her loins like it was ice cream on the hottest day of the year. He could barely swallow fast enough to keep up with her continuous flow.

"Ahhh!...Don't stop!...That's it!...It's!...I'm!...Oh My Goddd!...Yess!... I'm...coming!... Ahhh!..." Marion cried as a series of slowly increasing spasms swept through her loins.

And if Dave thought he'd been struggling to keep up with the stream of goo before, now it was if a flood gate had opened and a torrent of steamy juice had been released. He tried to pull his face away but Marion had him by both of his ears and wasn't going to let him go.

"Yeah!...Unn Hnn!...Unn Hnn!...Fuuuck!..." she groaned as her orgasm went on and on.

And now Dave was sputtering and gagging, saturated in the essence that was streaming from his wife's center. He licked and swallowed desperately to try and keep from being drowned between her thighs.

Marion slammed her legs on Dave's head and writhed against his face like a woman gone mad.

Dave was afraid his skull was going to crack, so ferociously was Marion clenching it between her powerful thighs.

"Mmmff!...Mwahhh!...Mmmphf!..." he whimpered frantically, on the verge of passing out.

"Ahh!...Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!...Yessss!..." Marion purred as the tingling shock waves of release continued to pound through her loins. 

The two of them moaned and groaned in unison for several long moments more.

And then Dave's desperate mouthing became too much for his wife. Releasing the pressure of her clenched thighs on his head, she reached down and put her palm on his forehead.

"Ahhh!...Stopp!...That's enough baby!....Unn!...Don't!...I can't take anymore!..." she whimpered as she pushed his face away from her spasming groin.

Dave rocked back on his heels, gasping for breath. They stayed like that as they both tried to recover themselves.

Finally Marion removed her sunglasses and put them on the side table next to her. She slid out of her chair so that she was on her knees on the floor in front her husband. She reached down with both hands, closing one on his livid erection and the other one gently on his balls.

Dave groaned nervously in response to her touch. He was still pretty tender after her earlier sexual assault.

"You sure know how to eat pussy Mr. Brickman!...Now why don't you let me do something for you..." she purred giving his hard-on a suggestive squeeze.

Before Dave could reply the door bell rang.

Marion cocked her head with interest.

"Do you think it's your wife baby?...No...She'd have her own key wouldn't she...I wonder who it could be...Let's go see..."

And with that Marion got up and stood looking down at Dave expectantly.

Dave didn't think it was a good idea that they answer the door. Marion was virtually naked and he only had a shirt on.

"Just ignore it...Whoever it is, they'll go way..."

But Marion was wearing an impish smile as she bent over and once more grabbed her husband by his angry tool. She pulled on it, hard, and he had no choice but to get to his feet and follow her as she led him to the front door by his cock.

"We can't just ignore them. It wouldn't be neighbourly..."

As she neared the door she took a quick peek out the side light.

"It's Ingrid from next door. I wonder what she wants..."

But as she reached out for the door handle Dave stepped in front of her.

"You can't!...You can't talk to her like...like that!...You don't have any clothes on..."

"Then you see what she wants. Just open the door a little. It'll be fine. Don't you want to know why's she at the door. I do. Go on. It'll just take a second..."

Dave was pretty sure this wasn't a good idea but again he didn't want to upset his wife while she was still in her hypnotized state. She was turning out to be completely unpredictable when she was like this.

Reluctantly Dave turned to the door. He opened it about a foot and then leaned his upper body around it from behind.

As he did that Marion, who was standing behind him, reached around him, gripped his cock and gave it a long firm stroke from his knob down to his balls.

The result of that was that the first thing he said to Ingrid was..."Ahhhh!..."

Ingrid looked at him quizzically. She was quite dressed up in a grey satin blouse, black leather pants and stiletto heels. A thin gold belt cinched her narrow waist and she was carrying a kind of satchel purse over one shoulder. Dave thought she looked great as usual.

"Are you alright?..." was the first thing she asked him with a concerned look on her face. 

Dave was afraid to say anything because Marion had decided that this was a good time to start jacking him off with a briskly shuttling little hand.

Finally he managed to stammer...

"I...I'm fine...Just a little surprised to...Ummm...to see you that's all!...Is every thing... Ahhh!...Everything alright?..."

"Well everything's fine I guess. I was just wondering if you know where John is. He was supposed to meet me at the house at three. We were going to go shopping and then out to dinner. It's our anniversary. But it's almost four and I haven't heard from him. I wondered if you might know where he is. I know you guys have a couple of projects you're working on. Have you seen him?..."

As Ingrid was speaking Marion had risen up on her toes and was whispering in Dave's ear..."Open the door. I want to speak to her!..."

But Dave just shook his head like he was being pestered by a fly or something.

"I did see him a little earlier. He was with Mark. They stopped by for a minute..."

"Open the door!.." repeated Marion and now she cupped Dave's balls in her free hand and started twisting them to emphasize her request.

"Ahhh!...But that was...Nahhh!...that was...Mmph!...I don't...Mahh!...I don't know..."

"Open it!..." Marion insisted, wrenching Dave's tender nuts insistently.

"Phwahhhh!...." Dave groaned as he slowly let the door swing open.

It was then that Ingrid saw that Dave was naked from the waist down. Then she noticed the little feminine hand that was stroking up and down his livid erection. 

Marion took a half step around Dave and Ingrid realized that it was his wife who was standing there in just a ball cap and sneakers, diligently jacking him off.




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



"Oh my!...I'm sorry Dave!...Marion!...I didn't know I was interrupting something....I should just go!..."

"It's O.K...." said Marion.

"You're not interrupting. Mr. Brickman just finished fucking me and I'd try and get him off again. But he seems to be having a little... trouble..." Marion said, winking at Ingrid and then pouting prettily up at her husband. And all the time she was working his cock with her little hand. 

And although Dave was hard, he wasn't as hard as Marion wanted him. It might have been the fact that he was standing on his doorstep, half naked, in plain sight of anyone who might walk by. Or it might have been that his gorgeous neighbour was there, totally unexpectedly, watching his virtually naked wife masturbate him. Or perhaps it was the fact that he had seen that same wife fucking his two best friends just an hour or so ago. All of these things might be a factor in his inability to rise to the occasion as quickly as Marion might want him to. She might have been in the middle of some lewd hypnotic scenario but he wasn't.

Ingrid was taking in the unexpected scene in front of her with an amused grin. It was beginning to look to her like her neighbors weren't quite as white bread as she had thought.... 'Mr. Brickman?' she had heard Marion say. She suspected they must be in the middle of some kinky role playing game. Looking at Marion she asked...

"And you would be the...babysitter?..." 

"The lawn girl...Amber..." Marion said brightly.

"Amber Harris!...Mark's daughter!...Of course...The long blonde pony tail and the sneakers...I can't imagine why it took me so long to recognize you!...Dave...You're being very naughty aren't you?...What would Marion say?..." she asked with a devious smile.

"Ahhhh!...Geez Ingrid!...It's a long story!..." Dave groaned.

"I'm sure..." Ingrid replied. And then looking at Marion she said...

"Have you tried sticking your finger up his ass?"

"Whattt!..." said Dave, hoping he hadn't heard right.

"Will he like that?..." Marion asked innocently. She wasn't going to let on that she had used that trick effectively on Ingrid's husband just a little earlier.

"Well...maybe not at first...But he'll love it once he gets used to it!...John does!..." Ingrid said confidently.

"Nooo!..." Dave said, not at all liking where this conversation was going.

But Marion didn't have her husband's reservations. She reached down behind him with the hand that wasn't stroking his cock and tried to press her index finger through his resisting sphincter.

Dave gripped the door frame with both hands and tightened up to save his virgin nether hole.

"He's too tight!..." complained Marion, trying to penetrate her husband's back door with no success.

"He's just nervous..." said Ingrid, smiling calculatingly at Dave.

"Here...Give me your finger..." she said, unslinging one side of her shoulder purse and opening its zipper. She reached in and her hand came out with a tube of vagi lube in it.

"A girl has to be prepared..." she laughed.

"Now give me your finger..." she said again, popping the top off the tube of gel.

Marion/Amber reached around Dave, a little awkwardly since she didn't seem to want let go of his cock with her other hand. She held out her index finger towards Ingrid.

"Better make it two!...Two work better!..." 

Marion smiled at Ingrid and then at her husband as she held out her extended index and middle fingers.

Ingrid's little tongue came out of the corner of her mouth as she began applying a liberal coating of the clear lube to Marion's intertwined fingers. She finished with a spiral gob like the top of a soft ice cream cone on the tips of Marion's sharp nailed digits.

"There!...Now it won't matter how much he tightens up....With that much lube you could get into the vault of the Zurich bank....Try it!..."

Marion moved her hand back under her husband's butt. She prodded his crinkled little star for a moment then dropped her shoulder and punched upwards into that tightly clenched little aperture.

It seemed like Dave was again going to refuse to open to her. But Marion gave her wrist a sharp little twist and her extended fingers popped up inside him. His taut sphincter twitched spastically around her knuckles, reluctant to let her penetrate further.

"Eeeep!..." Dave squealed in a very unmanly falsetto, rising up on his toes ahead of Marion's plundering digits.

"That's it!..." encouraged Ingrid.

"Now that you're in it'll be easy to make him take the rest!...""

"Waitt!...Nooo!...Easyy!..." Dave cried fearfully. But Marion paid no attention to him. She let go of his cock for a moment and put her hand on the back of his neck. Pressing him down from behind she leaned close to his ear and purred...

"Bend over a little baby!...It'll be easier!..."

Her husband hesitantly did as she said. He was really nervous, standing in the door like that, half naked, clutching the door frame and stooped over like a little old man.

"That's it!...Just like that!..." Marion approved, easing her two fingers almost out of her husband's butt. Then, without hesitation, she speared them back up inside that tight little channel, twisting her wrist until her knuckles were jammed up into his balls.

"Phwahhh!...." Dave whimpered, squirming on Marion's marauding fingers like a bug on a pin. He couldn't believe that his wife would so casually humiliate him like this in front of their neighbor.

Marion took her hand off his neck, reached around him and closed her hand around his throbbing pole. She again resumed her torrid masturbation.

"Umm Hmm!...Do him like that....Fast then slow!...Don't let him know what's coming next!...That usually gets them pretty excited...Take it from me!..." Ingrid said, winking slyly at Dave.

And Dave had to admit he had never felt sensations anything like this. His ass was burning, feeling stretched and full. It was like nothing he had ever imagined. And so was the growing rude excitement that was building in his loins in response to his wife's obscene fondling.

His anxious squirming to get away was turning into a tentative effort to try and fuck his wife's stroking hand. But she wasn't using the same rhythm on him long enough for him to match it.

"Ahhhh!..." he groaned as his balls began to knot up with frustration

"She's getting to you isn't she baby?..." Ingrid asked, her eyes sparkling into Dave's. Then she turned to look at Marion.

"I think you've got his attention!...So what do you want to do with him?..."

Marion thought about this for a second.

"I want to really make him squirm!...I want to hear him beg for it!..." she said, scissoring her two fingers back and forth playfully inside her husband's anus. That got him up on his toes in a hurry.

"Ummm!...That's nasty!...Maybe I can help you with that...First you've got to find his prostate..."

"His what?..."

"Stick your fingers way up his ass...Up towards his belly button...That's it...Now you should be able to feel a little bump...Like a couple of jelly beans under the skin... Can you feel it?..."

"Ummm...Yeah!...I think so..."

"O.K. ...Good!...Now press on it, like you're ringing a door bell..."

Marion did as she was told.

"Oh my Goddd!...What!...Whatt!?..." Dave gasped.

When Marion jabbed her finger into his prostate, Dave's heart started to race and his knees turned to jelly. He could feel a cold sweat break our on his forehead. He thought he was having a heart attack.

"What are you doing!?..." he moaned, clutching the door frame with both hands to try and stay upright on his feet.

Ingrid knew that the prostate was a very sensitive part of a man's neuro response system. Unusual stimulation like Marion was applying with her finger caused dramatic effects.

"Oh my!...Is he coming?..." Dave's wife exclaimed.

Looking down Ingrid could see what was making her ask that question. There was a rush of pre-come pouring from Dave's gaping pee slit in response to the pressure Marion was applying to his prostate.

"No, though it might feel like it to him!....It's just pre-come and not a real ejaculation although the sensation for a man is very similar..."

"Oh my Goddd!..." Dave groaned, stiffening up and clenching himself tight on his wife's rudely probing finger.

In fact he had thought he must be coming although it felt different. There was the usual tickling sensation racing through his groin. And the pre-come he was discharging was searing through the length of his shaft. But the come wasn't surging out of him in waves. It felt more like he would just go on oozing like this as long as Marion was pressing on his prostate. He felt completelycompletely helpless. 

"Maybe you want to get a hold of his balls. We wouldn't want him to have any accidents now would we?..." Ingrid purred.

Marion understood. She could tell by the way that Dave was thrusting himself into her gripping hand that he was getting close. And she wasn't ready for him to come yet. She slipped the hand she had been using on his erection deeper into his groin and groped around for his balls.

"He's pretty excited!... I can barely get my fingers around his nuts..."

"You're doing fine dear....Just make sure you've got a good grip on them and pull them down gently....Umm Hmm!...Like that!...Now you're in control...As long as you've got him by the balls like that he can't come until you let him....Now don't forget his ass..."

"Hmmm?...Oh yeah!..." Marion purred, beginning to once more shuttle her entwined fingers in and out of her husband's loosening rear hole.

Dave could barely stifle his moan of excitement as his wife's obscene anal attentions made his arousal soar.

"Would you mind if I gave you a hand?..." Ingrid asked Marion.

Without waiting for a reply she stepped closer to Dave on the front porch. Close enough that the sweet scent of her perfume surrounded him.

Looking directly into his eyes she reached into his groin and encircled the base of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger. She closed her other hand around him just below his cock crown. Then she pulled her two hands apart stretching his steely length in a way that quickly had Dave panting with excitement.

"I've been wanting to get my hands on you for quite a while now!...Do you like it?..." Ingrid purred.

"Oh he likes it alright!..." Marion replied.

"His balls are tightening up so much it's like trying to hold onto a Greyhound that's spotted a rabbit!"

Ingrid pouted her lips prettily at that. She could feel how hyper sensitive Dave's cock was becoming. Still stretching his taut flesh with her two hands, she started sweeping her thumb back and forth across his cock crown, paying particular attention to that tender knot of nerves under the cleft of his knob. She used the pre-come streaming out of him to lube her cruising digit. 

"Nahhh!...Fuckkkk!...Oh Goddd!...You're gonna' make me come!...Oh please!..." Dave panted, shifting his weight from foot to foot as the pressure in his groin started to reach critical mass. His asshole was on fire from the relentless frictioning of his wife's burrowing fingers and his cock was seething with excitement.

And now Ingrid was attacking the tip of his cock in a way that made his whole body stiffen with anticipation. He went to place his hands on her shoulders.

"Don't!...Get your hands off me!....Put them back where they were!....You just stand there and take it!..." Ingrid snapped.

Dave was surprised at her severe tone. But he was too caught up with his approaching orgasm to question her. He shakily put his hands pack on the door frame.

Ingrid seemed satisfied with that because she smiled and started handling his livid cock even more aggressively. She stopped stretching his length and moved the ring of her thumb and forefinger up from the root of his cock to its middle. She squeezed him there and started jerking him like that, not sliding her fingers up and down over his shaft, but holding his outer sheath of flesh in place and jerking it up and down as far as his taut skin would allow. She could only use a short stroke on him like that. But that, coupled with the swirling thumb that she was rubbing ever more quickly around and around on his knob was enough to make the quaking young man start to whimper in need. 

"Nahhh!...Goddd!...I'm gonna!...Ohh!...Fuuuckk!...I've gotta'...Please...Ingrid... Marion... Ahhh...I mean...Amber...Please let me...Let me come..." he whined.

But Marion only tightened the strangle hold she had on his balls. There was no way he could come as long as she gripped him like that.

"Soon Mr. Brickman!...Very soon!..." she purred with a knowing wink at Ingrid.

Ingrid smiled back at her and said...

"You're a nasty girl, young lady!... Now why don't you put some pressure on that sweet spot of his again!... Let's see how he likes it now!..."

Dave took an apprehensive breath when he heard that. He didn't know how much more of this kind of torment he could take.

And when his wife jabbed two fingers deep up his ass and into his prostate it felt like a high voltage current was flashing through his loins. He couldn't breathe, his head began to swim. He thought he was going to pass out. But he could still distinctly feel Ingrid's thumb caressing the bloated end of his cock. It felt like it was on fire.

"Nahhhh!...Ahhh!...Oh Goddd!...Pleaseee!..." he cried, rocking in the door frame like he was being tossed about on a ship at sea.

Ingrid gave a quick little nod to Marion.

Marion started tapping on Dave's prostate like she was working a telegraph key. At the same time she released his balls from her tightly clenching fingers.

"Wahhhh!..." he cried as his testicles stiffened up excruciatingly.

"Well?..." said Ingrid expectantly.

And then his balls convulsed and three or four creamy strings of come seared through the length of his cock and jetted out of his gaping pee slit.

"Oh no!...Not on my shirt!...I just got it back from the cleaners..." Ingrid cried.

But it was too late. Dave's balls were now hammering out a torrent of sperm in pulsing jets. Those flashing spurts were arcing through the air and splattering wetly on Ingrid's blouse. The satin material over her stomach and the underside of her tits was quickly becoming saturated and stained with his juice. 

"Oh yeah Mr. Brickman!...Come all over her!...Do it!...Unn Hnn!...Unn Hnn!..." Marion demanded, now twisting her fingers in and out of her husband's clinging anus in time with his orgasm.

"Unn!...Unnn!...Fuck!...Fuuuckk!..." Dave gasped as his loins convulsed and his come erupted feverishly. His legs had turned to jelly, so intense were the sensations ripping through his loins. He was clinging desperately to the door frame with both hands in order to stay on his feet. He looked up and saw that Elvira, the mail lady, and old Mrs. Evans, who'd been walking her schnauzer, were gaping up at him from the sidewalk. He closed his eyes and pretended they weren't there.

By now Ingrid and Marion were anticipating the spasms that were wracking his loins. They worked him over together in time with his ejaculation. Marion would twist her fingers up his ass, Dave would hunch forward in response. Ingrid would drive her fist to the root of his shaft and a creamy bolt of come would fly up into the air.

It was a formula that repeated again and again with devastating results.

"Yes Mr. Brickman!...That's it!...Shoot it!...Like that!...Umm Hmm!...Umm Hmm!..." Marion enthused.

"Oh yes Mr. Brickman!...Come for us!...Unn Hnn!...Give it up!...That's it!...Yesss!...All of it!...Let's make sure there isn't a single drop left for that snooty wife of yours...." Ingrid encouraged.

Dave was totally at the mercy of these two controlling women at this point. It was all he could do to keep from slumping to his knees as his orgasm went on and on.

Eventually the well started to go dry and his aching testicles started to relax. At this point Marion was still spiralling two fingers in and out of his gaping anus while Ingrid was stripping her encircling fingers up his length like she was emptying a tube of toothpaste. She gripped him just below his knob and shook him gently to coax the last of his sperm out of him.

The stringy lines of juice would sway in the air, clinging tenaciously to his knob before splattering wetly on the porch at her feet.

Ingrid looked over her shoulder at the two women standing on the street. They had been joined by a third woman with a baby in a stroller. They were all looking at her and Dave and Marion with disapproving expressions and talking meaningfully to each other.

"Maybe you guys should move this inside...It looks like we're starting to draw a crowd..."

Marion didn't even bother to glance over to where Ingrid was looking. She just kept on fucking her husband's asshole, making him buck and twitch every time she jammed her intruding digits up him.

Ingrid turned back to her neighbors, let go of Dave's cock and looked down at the mess he had made all over her clothes.

"I better get home and change and shower. It's been such a hectic afternoon. I'm sure John will turn up soon."

Dave managed to catch Ingrid's use of the word 'hectic'. He held his breath as he waited to see what his wife would do when she 'woke up' from her hypnotically induced state. Of course Ingrid was totally unaware of all this. She had turned to Marion with wickedly sparkling eyes.

"Why don't you and Dave come over this Saturday night. We could do a 'Victoria's Secret' evening. The boys would love it and I think you and I could have some fun too."

As she said this, Ingrid stepped over towards Marion and moved one hand around her. She put that hand on her ass and gave that rosy cheek a firm squeeze. At the same time she leaned forward and put her lips on Marion's and kissed her. Not a twisty, sloppy, slavering kind of kiss but certainly a kiss with a little more heat than would normally be shared between neighbors.

Then Ingrid straightened up and turned to go. She waved cheerfully at the little knot of spectators standing on the sidewalk.

Then she turned once more.

"Saturday night...Around eight...You can bring the desert...Maybe some pie..."

And then she was strutting down the side walk and heading home.

Marion watched her go with a totally blank expression. Then she turned to Dave.

"You're home early. And look at you. Why on earth are you standing in the door way like that?..."

Then she seemed to take in her own nakedness.

"You must have caught me getting the laundry.... My god!...Is the whole neighbourhood staring at us?...Close that door and get some clothes on...Go on!...And after you've had a shower you can get started on dinner...I'm famished!...":

And with that Marion turned and headed off to the laundry room.

Dave hastily closed the door and then just stood there for the longest time.

Things were not working out the way he thought they would. Not at all!



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



Paul tried desperately to push the socks out of his mouth using his tongue, and finally managed to spit them out, where they rolled onto the floor. Gasping for breath, he tried again frantically to remove himself from his chains, but they were too strong.

At that moment, the door opened again and the blonde woman together with the original brown haired woman Paul had met in the street returned. 

"Uh oh" the brown haired woman chuckled at the blonde, "Sasha, you didn't tell me he had such a little dick." 

"Oh yeah. It was so small I must've forgot it was there." laughed the blonde.

"Please..." began Paul, "Please let me free. I don't understand what's going on."

Both women launched into peals of laughter. The brunette was absolutely stunning and was also wearing only a pair of blue panties, however at least her's were dry unlike Sasha's. "Didn't Sasha tell you that we own you now, boy?" she said, leaning down over him, before noticing the bedraggled pair of socks lying on the floor nearby. She stood up, apparently displeased. "I see our slave didn't eat his dinner." 

Sasha nodded, also noticing the socks, "He is a naughty boy, isn't he, Grace? Will he need to be punished?"

Grace stared down at him coldly, "Yes...yes, he will".

And with that, both women began stroking Paul's waist and stomach with their feet. Both barefoot now, they stroked and Paul was very confused as to where this random display of tenderness had come from. His bafflement did not last long however, as suddenly their strokes turned to kicks. Sasha kicked him hard in the ribs, over and over while Grace was battering his butt and legs with her powerful legs and feet. Each girl made grunting sounds in rhythm with her kicks, such was the force of them. Paul's body jerked and jumped convulsively. "Oh no...please...PLEASE STOP!" he cried between kicks, but the women just laughed louder, with gasps of glee.

"I'm tired, Grace" Sasha said, sitting down on the floor beside Paul's beaten and bruised body, "Can I hurt him now?"

WHAT!? Paul yelped in his mind, What were they doing BEFORE!?

Grace grabbed from beside the lamp in the corner of the room something that resembled a scalpel. She tossed it casually to Sasha, who moved closer to Paul's nether regions, eyeing them hungrily, "I love drawing" she smiled happily at him, and began to cut into the delicate skin of his penis.

"AAAGH!!!" Paul screamed before Grace stuffed her bare foot in his mouth. "LICK ME, BITCH!" she yelled right into his ear, deafening him. As Sasha scraped and sliced through his penis, methodologically engraving her name in it and occasionally mumbling in dissatisfaction how small his "pecker" was and she had too many letters in her name, Paul licked and lapped like a starving cat at Grace's feet. Every wrinkle, callous and crevice, he bathed. His tongue slid in between her toes and even underneath her toenails. In a way, it was the only thing that kept him from passing out from the pain of his penis engraving.

"I'm bored...his dick's just so small, it's no fun." Sasha pouted, throwing the scalpel away, "And I'm hungry"

Grace removed her feet from Paul's tongue and kicked him hard in the face, "Ok then. Eat him."

Sasha lowered her face to Paul's penis, now seeping with blood, the letters carved into it smeared and oozing, and took his length into her mouth. "Oh shit!" cried Paul, to which Grace kicked him in the face again, harder this time, "Shut the fuck up" she barked as Sasha moved her mouth up, down, up, down, very quickly and Paul could not stop his extra small penis from growing hard even despite the horrendous circumstances.

"Mmmm...your dick is so tiny it keeps slipping out of my mouth" Sasha mumbled, still sucking him. Paul's body began to jolt as he climaxed incredibly quickly. A pitiful amount of cum trickled from his tip and he was done, however Sasha was not. She kept sucking and moving up, down, up down...relentlessly sucking until he had no choice but to orgasm again...and again...and again. His little penis was screaming in pain and he was forced to keep exploding time and time again. 

During this orgasmic ordeal, Grace perched over Paul's face, and Paul watched in close-up horror as she pulled her panties to the side and a moist brown shit emerged from within her butt cheeks, progressed outward, dangled for a second and then plopped heavily into Paul's open mouth. "There's your chocolate ice cream for desert, bitch" Grace said. Just as he was about to throw up, Sasha began using her razor sharp teeth on him, grating him as she moved up and down. Soon Paul could not help crying out and Sasha dropped his dick from her mouth, bored and over it.

Paul lay there in shock and agony as he watched both women embrace each other. Grace lay on top of him and pushed his limp and used body further into the hard dirty floor, as Sasha pleasured her orally, tongue flicking over her clitoris and licking her lips. Occasionally one of them would pinch Paul's penis cruelly and scratch it, commenting on how tiny and inadequate it was for them, and that was why they were forced to have sex with each other, as there was no man in the room. This seemed to go on for hours, and finally, Grace relieved him of her weight and stood up. She removed Sasha's panties, still wet and dripping from her earlier urination, and placed them around Paul's face and in his mouth, like a gag. Paul could not believe how revolting they smelt and tasted, as the liquid dripped slowly down his chin.

Paul started crying like the wimpy baby he clearly was, and both women looked at him with disdain and disgust. 

Grace walked towards the lamp, unplugged it, grasped it in her hand, and returned to her stance above Paul's feeble body, still chained to the floor.

"You belong to us. This will ensure you never leave." She then raised the lamp above her head, and then brought it crashing down on top of Paul's quivering head. Glass and porcelain shattered everywhere, cutting his body and face. He was nearly unconscious but still whimpering behind his wet panties gag.

"Now..." Grace commanded, smiling, "Get up and walk for us."

Paul did not even realise, due to his concussed state, that the women were freeing him from his shackles until he was hoisted to a standing position by them and then led across the room. His body was shaking, pathetic and useless from his hours of abuse in this hateful room with these sadistic women. The women then pushed him across the room, forcing him to walk on shards of broken glass, cutting and digging into his now bleeding feet.

"You have no body. You have no soul. You have no feet to walk on. You will live to serve us now." Grace said, before leaving the room with Sasha, and leaving Paul to crumple to the floor and accept his new home.



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



Laura was looking forwards to tonight, it had been weeks since she last went out and Halloween was always one of her favourite parties. She had been planning on hosting a party this year but when she got the peculiar red invite to the party at the nearby run down church she couldn't resist. Always one to make a scene she shopped for days looking for an outfit that would show off her legs. She was tall. When she was younger it had made her self-conscious but now she had learned to work it to her advantage. Her curves and long legs made her stand out in any crowd.

The shop she was looking in had a massive variety of costumes but she wanted something wicked this year. She tried on quite a few before deciding on the nun costume. It was a size too small for her and had already been rather short. Now it barely covered the globes of her ass. With the black stockings and heels she looked very naughty and very slutty. Something her ex had both loved and accused her of. Tonight she planned to find the hottest guy at the party and do something impulsive. 

She had shaved, done her red hair pulled the outfit on, even though it already threatened to rip around her gorgeous tits and hopped in a taxi. She was sure that some of her friends would be there as well and as she pulled up she realised she was right as she saw Rachel get out of the car in front, wearing the same costume - the fucking slut... Laura slid out of the car, giving the driver an eyeful of her thong as the dress rode up flashing him. She intended to follow Rachel but lost her in the crowd almost instantly. 

Slowly looking round she took in the scene, the bar in the archways, the DJ near the old stone altar. The crowds already swaying and moving to the pumping beat. Laura moved into the crowd and felt someone's eyes on her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she looked around - meeting the eyes of a gorgeous stranger. Taller than her by a good few inches with short brown hair and mesmerising green eyes that followed her around the ruins. He wore what looked like a tailored blood red suit and had small red horns poking out from amongst his short, styled hair. 

She flicked her hair at him and turned her back to him, oblivious to the predatory smile that spread across his face. She got a drink and practically downing it began dancing in the middle of the throng. Her curves and outfit soon attracted attention and within minutes there was a group of guys surrounding her, dancing, trying to get her attention like bizarrely dressed peacocks. One was a werewolf, one was a vampire, one a zombie and as she span round she saw the figure in red stood. He wasn't dancing; he was stood staring at her... Just a few feet away... 

Unnerved she stopped dancing, staggering a little and smiled at him confused, her thoughts seemed clouded as she felt nervous and under threat but the ideas wouldn't link. As she watched him, caught in his gaze, she saw him smile and began dancing again. Only this dance wasn't like before. Her hips slid sinuously from side to side, her hands roamed her body, sliding over the tight material of the costume as his gaze drank her in. She moved like the most seductive dancer anyone had ever seen and couldn't stop. 

Becoming a little more aware of her surroundings she realised that the other men had closed in. In front of her was the man in red with the three others boxing her in. A flutter of sonic started in her belly as she realised she was trapped. Later when trying to remember she wondered at what she did next but at the time it felt natural and normal. Bending at the waist so her ass pushed back against the wolf man she hooked her fingers into her thong and slid it down, dropping it to the floor where it was lost in the darkness of ancient stone and shivering grass. 

She looked up to the man in red, the being whose attention she now craved and saw his smile, the spell seemed to strengthen. She wanted more... Her mind screamed to run but her body continued its dance. She felt the hands of the three men pawing at her and felt the already stretched material of her dress give way. Shredded and torn it fell to the ground as still she danced in just stockings and heels. 

Finally the figure in red closed the distance and cruelly reached out, grabbing her nipples and twisting them hard. She squealed, or thought she did... Her mouth was open but nothing came out apart from a low groan. The hands were roaming her body now as this figure abused her breasts. There was something about his eyes as he stared into hers... Every wicked though, every naughty fantasy laid bare as he played with her nipples. As he moved behind her swaying, gyrating body she focused momentarily on the raised altar in front of her. At first her mind couldn't register, couldn't process what was happening. There was Rachel, those enormous yes out being fucked hard over by the altar - by the same figure! The costume was the same, the hair, horns - a perfect copy...

Suddenly he was in front of her again and leaning down to bite her breasts. His mouth felt abnormally hot as his teeth gripped he tender flesh. Almost drawing blood he savagely bit her breasts over and over. She moaned helplessly as he played with her globes. She managed to look down and could see the bright red marks left by his teeth. Suddenly strong hands grabbed her arms and lifted her off the floor. There were now four guys around her, holding her one on both arm and leg. She was suspended in mid-air; her head dropped back and she watched the scene unfolding on the altar. Around her she could hear and see and even smell people fucking. The lust and sex filled the air with the sounds, animalistic and passionate and yet there was something darker behind it.

She felt the heat of the figure in red as he stepped between her spread legs. She would have struggled but her body was still held in some kind of spell. She felt the thick, heated hardness of his cock pressing into her but the most she could do was bite her lip as he slowly split her tight hole open. She felt his heated rod invade her and in her mind she screamed... I felt inhumanly big.

Her eyes widened as she watched the stage. Rachel was now sucking the man in red's cock with other people approaching the altar. How could she fit that enormous thing in her mouth? Rachel seemed almost just to be taking it. That was when Laura realised that the figure on the altar and the figure fucking her seemed to be doing in in unison. Their thrusts perfectly timed together. As she tried to understand she felt his hands on her breasts again, they felt sharp as the dug in. She could just imagine the crimson marks left by his nails on her oft white skin. She felt him speeding up now. The four men seemed like statues, unmoving, unmovable as they held her helpless to his powering cock. Just as the figure on the stage came the man fucking her exploded. She felt the flood of his seed deep into her pussy as he jerked and held himself inside her. His cum pulsing and throbbing, it felt alive within her. He slowly pulled out and a think trail of the cum slithered down over the crack of her ass.

Surely that was it now... But then she heard his footstep as he walked round in front of her flopped head. She could still feel his cum moving inside her, his cock was rock hard still as her mouth slowly opened of its own accord. She lay there, helpless in mid-air on her back, held by four men, her mouth opening as wide as she could without her decision to do so, head flopped back as the stranger forced his cock into her mouth. She tried to fight, to resist but he forced his way in. His thick cock forcing its way almost into her throat. She had always prided herself on no gag reflex but now it helped the figure to fuck her throat in the most brutal way.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she struggled to breathe. She saw spots in front of her eyes as she began to black out. The four men around her where whispering something in unison but she couldn't make out the words. Just as she edged on unconsciousness she felt his shaft throb, felt his cum blast forth and fill her mouth, her throat, her belly.

Unable to resist she swallowed it all, trying not to choke as the thick liquid forced its way inside her. Then he was gone. She couldn't feel him, see him or sense him at all...

It was over...

She looked around... and her heart sank, all around her strange costumed figures were closing in, hard cocks at the ready and her four statues were unmoving.



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 03



Renne had almost cum herself. She had snuck into the room, after Garry had blindfolded Deana. Walking in, she saw Garry enjoying Deana's body, and it excited her. When Renne began to undress, silently, Garry's eyes did not leave her. 

Their plan was falling into place with delightful precision. Renne had replaced Garry on the bed, and for the first time inhaled the scent of another woman. She was careful not to touch Deana with her hands, for fear that her soft skin would give her away. Her mouth touched Deana's cunt, and it was as if instinct took over. Her tongue played and moved. Renne had looked over at Garry, seeing his obvious excitement in what he was viewing. At one point, Garry had moved behind Renne, and began fingering her cunt. Renne took delight in knowing she was causing Deana such pleasure. As Renne felt Deana's orgasm approach, she signaled for Garry to remove her blindfold. Seeing Deana's reaction was the first sweet taste of victory for Renne, and she sought more.

Renne's eyes gleamed as they met Deana's shock, and ecstasy. This was the turning point, and Renne knew she had to act quickly to enable her complete revenge. As Deana tried to rationalize what was happening, Renne moved beside her and Garry joined them. Renne brought her mouth down on Deana's and kissed her deeply. Much to Renne's delight, the kiss was returned, hesitantly, but yieldingly. As Renne moved her mouth from Deana's face, Garry brought his mouth down to kiss Deana. 

Renne knew she had to act with balance. Attaining her revenge, keeping Deana in step, and also to enjoy her own excitement were the goals. She knew Garry well enough, and could see by his excitement, that he had no hesitations in whatever Renne was doing.

Renne reached down and began to lightly rub Deana's post orgasm sensitive clit. Deana moaned, as Garry leaned in and kissed Renne, just above Deana's face. Renne shared Deana's taste with him, letting his tongue run over her mouth, her teeth. As they kissed, Garry caressed Renne's breast. Renne took Deana's hand, and guided it to Garry's cock. Renne was ready to initiate stage two of her plan.

Renne leaned in to Deana and put her hand beside her head, turning it toward Garry. 

"You want that cock, don't you?"

Deana hesitated, but passion dictated an answer. "Yes," she whispered, barely audibly.

Renne leaned in closer, and loudly asked, "WHAT?"

Deana closed her eyes and spoke up. "Yes," she said, "Yes, I want that cock."

Renne smiled, and her eyes met Garry's. She knew he needed release, and he was about to get it. Renne reached up and untied the right restraint from the bed post, and nodded to Garry to untie the right. She then put her hand behind Deana's head, and raised her up to a sitting position. Deana offered no resistance, but was obviously a bit unsure.

"Kneel." Renne spoke with authority. When Deana paused, Renne grabbed her hair and guided her. When Deana was on her knees, Renne kissed her. Garry proceeded to tie Deana's hands behind her back. When Renne saw Deana lower her head, she tried to imagine what was going through her mind. Passion, obviously, but also some guilt, shame and uncertainty were good bets. Renne knew she had won, and now she was going to claim her prize, and be proclaimed the victor.

Renne positioned herself at the head of the bed, half sitting, and opened her legs wide. Garry moved behind Deana, and he rubbed his cock against her firm ass. Deana closed her eyes for a moment, as if to clear her head. Still smiling, Renne reached up and grabbed the hair on either side of Deana's face, and pulled her face close, holding Deana's hair to steady her as she bent. Looking directly into Deana's eyes, Renne began to speak.

"So, the little cunt came over here tonight wanting to fuck my husband, and now she is getting more than she bargained for, and more than she dreamed. Mmm, but she is a good little whore, isn't she? Now let me tell you what you are going to do. You are going to lick and suck my cunt until I cum, and if you are a good girl, you will get that cock you so wanted. Do you understand?"

Deana began to raise herself and struggle, but Renne kept a tight hold on her hair. Garry positioned his cock under Deana and began to rub it over her cunt, her clit, as Renne pulled her face back down, and kissed her, stifeling her protest. Deana now kneeling and bent, Garry rubbed his cock directly over her clit. Deana moaned, and Renne guided her head down to her waiting wet cunt. Renne knew it would not take long to cum, but she had to ensure Deana would comply.

"Lick it," Renne instructed, feeling Deana's hot breath on her cunt.

Deana put her mouth against Renne's cunt, and began to lick it. Renne could not take her eyes off of what she was witnessing. This woman, who just today had lusted after her husband, was now licking and sucking her cunt. Her husband, behind the whore, ready to take her. Renne struggled to keep control.

"Mmm, baby, I think maybe this girl is willing to learn her place."

"She would do well to do so," was Garry's reply. "I love to see my wife pleased, and I love seeing someone who can make it happen. You see, Deana, I'd love to fuck you, often, but that will only happen if that is what Renne wishes. If you keep my wife pleased, then we, together, will see to it you are pleased, would you like that Deana?"

Deana moaned against Renne's cunt and she nodded, bringing more stimulation to Renne's already aching cunt. "Good girl," both Renne and Garry said in unison.

"Go ahead darling, she is being such a good girl. Give her some of what she wants."

Garry needed no further urging as he put his cock inside Deana and drove into her. Deana cried out as he thrust into her needy cunt. With each thrust, Deana was forced harder onto Renne's cunt. Nearing, but not yet wanting to orgasm, Renne pulled Deana's head off her cunt, and back to her face. She pulled Deana's face within only a couple of inches to her own, and spoke:

"BUT...You've been very naughty, trying to fuck my husband, without offering me any pleasure. That must never happen again. In order for you to receive pleasure from him, you must please me. Now, you must be punished for your mistake."

Deana looked at Renne quizzically. Then it sank in, what was being asked of her, demanded of her. Her eyes opened wide as she felt the sting of Garry's hand, hard against her ass with his next thrust. Again and again he struck her with his hand as he thrust into her.

Renne pulled Deana's head back down to her aching cunt. "Now, take your punishment while you pleasure me."

Renne watched as Deana licked her cunt, and Garry fucked, and spanked Deana from behind. Renne was the first to cum, followed immediately by Deana and Garry. Renne sat catching her breath, and all was silent but for the sighs and breathing. Renne could not let herself completely relax. The next phase of her plan was yet to be put into place.

**Please keep the votes/ratings and feedback coming, I appreciate them very much. I will bring chapter 4 as soon as possible



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 04-06



Chapter 04.

The three of us became fairly constant companions once Justin overcame his initial embarrassment. It was a pretty quick turnaround for him once he met Amy face to face and realised that he concurred with my assessment that she was "pretty hot." 

One Thursday evening, about three months after that first dinner, we had retired to her apartment after enjoying a meal at a Thai restaurant around the corner from where we lived. Justin didn't smoke, he never had in fact, but he would join us on the balcony when we partook. Being the end of summer meant that the balcony was one of the nicest places to be anyway. 

'So were we the only ones you ever saw?' Justin asked out of the blue.

'What do you mean we?' I interjected when I sensed Amy was perhaps a little uncomfortable with the topic. Although she and I had discussed it several times, Justin had seemed to be more comfortable pretending that it had never been part of our relationship. 

'Well, I mean was Alex the only one?'

'Yeah,' Amy answered but I sensed from her tone some sort of qualification in her reply.

'You mean the only one from this balcony,' I added for her.

'Um, yes, that's true,' she responded.

'So where else have you seen such shows?'

'Yeah, spill the beans,' Justin added with enough lechery to make me wish he wasn't here. 

'Well, I sometimes go to this club...'

'A strip club?' Justin interrupted.

'Dickhead,' I shot back at him. 'Ignore the little boy Amy and tell your story. If he can avoid coming in his pants perhaps he'll learn something about women.' I didn't know what sort of a club she was talking about, but I knew it wasn't a strip club. Amy wasn't into women as such, she was into watching things happen. Interesting things. The one-sided pre-determined outcome of a strip club would hold as much appeal as a pair of spanking pants for my school chum Anna. But then again, she was catholic...

'Thanks Alex,' her white smile flashed in the shadows. 'Its nothing like a strip club, it's a place for all sorts of people, ordinary people. It's a private club with entry by invitation from a member only, and it's a place where those without inhibition can act out what they want, and where those who want to watch are allowed to watch.'

Silence followed as Justin and I digested this information.

'How did you get to be a member?' Justin asked, and I silently applauded his intelligent question.

'A co-worker invited me about 18 months ago.' She giggled at the memory. 'I was so shocked when I got there, I had no understanding at all about what happened at the club when she invited me. I thought she meant it was a rave or something where people might get naked.'

'So you were what, 20 years old?' I asked. 

'Not quite, I was still 19,' she replied. I knew now that Amy was 21 and had done some quick arithmetic. Justin squirmed in his seat and I knew he had a hard on. He was 28, three years older than I, and the thought of a 19 year old wandering into some sort of sex club just did it for him no end.

'How often do you go there?' Justin asked.

'Its on once a month, but I haven't been since I met you guys.'

'So we're better value than this club hey?' I injected a light tone into my voice, trying to move the conversation on.

'Sure,' she replied with a smile, 'but I was thinking that if you wanted to come along, you could come as my guests.'

'Both of us?' Justin asked a little too eagerly. I knew that the voyeur in him was salivating at the thought. The voyeur that had been starved of action from me since Amy became more than a stranger across the way.

'Yeah,' Amy said. 'A guest can bring one male, six female guests or three couples.'

'Cool,' Justin said and I realised that he was about to make a decision without consulting me. It was a big no-no in our relationship. 

'When does the club meet next?' I asked.

'This Saturday night as a matter of fact,' she replied, then stood up. 'Before you respond to my invitation you need to talk it over alone. This club, like your relationship, has two sides to participation.' She walked inside, closing the door behind her. 

'What does she mean two sides?' Justin asked.

'Voyeur and exhibitionist dummy,' I responded. 'She wants to ensure that if I get the urge to act, that you will be cool with the fact that there will be a whole bunch of people around watching other than yourself.'

'Oh,' he said.

'On the other hand,' I murmured conspiratorially, 'you could sit next to Amy while watching.'

And so we agreed.

Chapter 05

It was a warm night that Saturday. I wore a pair of tight white pants and a tight fitting, bright red lycra top that outlined my bra-less breasts very clearly. I wore black boots that had a small heel, something I could stand in for long periods of time if necessary. Justin wore his so-called best jeans, a long sleeved white shirt that was embroidered in patterns that gave it an instant Elvis appeal with deck shoes. Amy wore a light blue sundress that fell half way to her knees, was held in place with thin straps and hugged her waist tightly without over emphasising her breasts. She looked so girl-next-door off to the picnic that I almost laughed given our actual destination. She looked sweet and innocent and made me feel almost lecherous as I stood beside her on the curb waiting for our transport.

The club was situated in a renovated factory on the fringe of the CBD, a mere fifteen minutes ride in the limo we hired. From the outside it appeared like it had for probably two decades, a stone and steel factory. Inside it was a mixture of opulence and austerity, fantasy and functionality. The factory's three levels had been retained and we were ushered into a very non descript but large entrance hall where we were offered the use of complimentary secure lockers and asked to sign a disclaimer that we would not be offended by the quite explicitly described acts that might occur within.

From there we entered a wood panelled richly decorated bar in which several groups and couples were seated or stood, chatting animatedly and clearly excited about the night's activities on offer. Amy's cheeks were slightly flushed which betrayed her own eagerness, and I knew that while my nipples were hard, that there would be no other outward sign of my own anxiety. Justin on the other hand kept turning to stare at the others in the bar and his eyes so threatened to pop out of his head that I was forced to grab his hand and tell him to stop behaving like a ten year old in the lolly shop. He calmed considerably after that and kept his presence much lower key.

'What now?' I asked after we had ordered a drink. The prices were quite reasonable for a private club that had in effect a captive audience. 

'Whatever you want,' Amy responded. She looked at me with such a penetrating gaze that I knew, just knew, that she wanted to watch me tonight. 'If you like,' she continued, 'we can take our drinks and have a quick wander. The first level is reasonably tame, there is a strip club with cubicles for private lap dances.' She grinned at Justin. 'Men and women perform and unlike normal strip clubs you can tip in order to touch. Each dancer has a business card with his or her prices for services. They cover all sorts of contact,' Amy added with another grin. 

'Could be an expensive night,' Justin observed.

'It sure could be,' Amy nodded. I noted that she was watching two muscled men in tight black leather pants and matching leather vests that were standing close to each other at a nearby table. 

'So this is a club for all proclivities?' I enquired.

'Anything and everything -- at least as long as it is legal of course.'

'Alternatively we could split up and maybe meet back here in half an hour or so,' Amy said. 'That way you can see for yourself what goes on and we could go on from there.'

'Sounds like an idea,' I replied. I needed to sound Justin out on what the rules were here. I needed time to think as to what I wanted to get up to here. But I wanted to talk to Amy alone first.

'Where's the ladies room?' I asked. Amy began to explain but I grabbed her hand. 'C'mon, show me.'

There were two other women in the ultra clean and spacious ladies room. I felt a pang of angst that I wouldn't be able to talk, then remembered that they were here for the same, or similar things as I was.

'Amy, before we go on, I need to know something.'

'What?'

'I need to know how you'll judge me in the morning.' I regretted the words as soon as I said them, realising it sounded like a prelude to us making love.

'Alex, I was drawn to your boldness when I first saw you,' she said earnestly. 'I'm not gonna judge you no matter what you get up to.'

I smiled at her in relief. 

'Okay, but what about if Justin loses his cool and I walk away from him?' It had occurred to me almost as soon as we accepted the invitation that Justin may not be cool with others close up and personal if I put on a show, with or without his urging.

'I'm not going to judge you for his reactions,' she replied, 'but I suggest you think about what effect what you do might have on him.'

'You don't think he can handle this do you?' 

'I'm not sure,' she replied slowly. 'I've seen a lot of men storm.' 

'Really?' 

'I think that they can't control their emotions when their partners start to let loose.' She grinned. 'Its probably why I don't have a boyfriend.' 

'I've wondered about that,' I said. And I had. In the three months that we had known her there wasn't even the hint of one sniffing about.

'Well didn't you think I was into women?'

'Well yes, for a day or so,' I replied, smiling at her

'Which begs me to ask the question I should have asked all those weeks ago.' She looked at me again with that penetrating gaze as she spoke. It was far too deep for a 21 year old and unsettled me slightly.

'What question?'

'Would you have slept with me?'

'I don't know,' I shrugged. Justin had asked me as soon as I had returned to our apartment. He had sat up watching. He had seen the flares of the matches. He had been disappointed that no show was forthcoming, but he was horny at hell after spending the evening imagining what we had been up to. I didn't want sex that night, but I let him jerk off onto my breasts while I knelt in front of him, then we slept.

'Oh.' Amy looked a little disappointed.

'Do you want to sleep with me?' It was too bold a question and I could see she looked uncomfortable. 'We better get back to Justin,' I said before she responded, taking her by the hand. Her long fingers wrapped around mine and it felt good. I didn't know what that meant.

As we approached Justin I saw his stare drop to our clasped hands and his eyes, still bug eyed, seemed to flare even more. For a moment I felt embarrassed for him, but tempered my own feelings with the recognition that this club was his ultimate fantasy and that he probably had every right to feel like a kid in a lolly shop. But I still wanted to be the one in control, so I manoeuvred us so that Amy was between Justin and I, and while still holding her, reached across with my free hand and caressed his crotch. He jumped, Amy looked and I outlined his erection in his pants. 

'I thought you looked like you're enjoying yourself,' I laughed. Amy giggled as Justin tried to protest.

'Alex!' 

'What? Are you telling me that you're not turned on by the thought of seeing all sorts of things here tonight?'

'W-w-well yeah,' he stammered, 'but you don't have to go grabbing me like that.'

'So you don't want Amy here to see that big hard cock of yours through your pants?'

'Alex!!' This time both Justin and Amy cried out in unison and Amy released my hand.

'So you're happy for her to see me naked, and for other people to see me naked while I masturbate, but you don't want to let others know that you like that to happen?'

'Well...'

'Well nothing,' I cut him off. 'Amy told us that there are two sides to this place, voyeurs and exhibitionists. In case you didn't understand what she meant, it was that she recognised that like her, you are a voyeur. I'm not sweetheart, I'm the other part. And I'm here tonight too.' I was being blunt and had injected a little harshness into my tone. And by the look in his eyes I realised that an understanding was dawning in him. He realised now that if I became sufficiently aroused, I may just be in here exhibiting myself, not just for him, but for anyone else who might want to watch.

I held my hand up as he went to speak. 'This is the deal Justin. I want you to spend the next thirty minutes wandering through this place. Every time you see a woman doing something, ask yourself if you would want to watch me doing it. If things get down and dirty, I need you to tell me before they start that you are not comfortable. I'm going to let you be in control, to a point.' I thought I was sounding clinical and hoped it wouldn't kill the mood. Amy was watching me closely and I thought I could sense some discomfort on her part. 

'What do you mean, to a point?' Justin had already accepted my deal, I could see that from the way his eyes were following a leggy blonde dressed in a maid's outfit as she sashayed her way into the main area. 

'If I start something here and you haven't said no, then there's no going back.'

'Okay,' he said. 'I'll meet you here in half an hour.' He checked his watch and was gone in the direction of the maid. 

'Do you want to meet here in half an hour too?' I turned to Amy. She was smiling at me.

'What?' I asked her.

'He is absolutely wrapped around your little finger,' she laughed. 'You let him think he has control, that he made you go out onto the balcony, but it really is all your idea isn't it?'

'Maybe,' I shrugged. 'Time's a-tickin'' I said. 'Where should I start?' 

'Let me show you,' she said and reached for my hand again. I accepted and enjoyed the coolness of her palm in mine. 'So do you think you could get up to something here?'

'I don't know,' I said frankly. 'It'll depend on who's watching, or maybe how many are watching me.' I shrugged as we walked into the large open plan area. 'I just don't know. Sometimes I get so turned on I'm prepared to do anything. Then other times...its just not the same.'

'What about if I was watching?'

'I think so,' I said, meeting her eyes. I could see that special intensity in her gaze and knew that she wanted to watch me. I felt butterflies in my stomach at the thought. 

'And if Justin wasn't watching?'

'What?'

'Well what if he wasn't there?'

'I don't know...'

'But you told him that once you started there's no stopping,' Amy explained patiently. 'So if he changes his mind, the only option for him is to leave. Then you aren't exhibiting yourself to him any more.' We had stopped walking now near the row of low stages where several dancers were performing. I looked at Amy again and marvelled at how mature she seemed.

'That won't matter,' I said. 'Once I get that turned on, I probably wouldn't even be aware that he was gone.'

'Probably?'

'Probably,' I agreed.

'You need to think about that.'

She was right, but already I knew that it wouldn't matter whether he was there. The animal was awake, only just, but awake never the less. It wasn't about me being an exhibitionist; that side of me is also a part of Justin and his voyeurism. The thing that turns me on immensely, that unleashes the animal, is control. And exhibitionists who control their voyeur are in control. I could be a lap dancer if it was socially acceptable (and my breasts were bigger!). The control they have over a client who can only look and not touch is supreme. 

And this club presented every possibility for control, surrender and expression of lust and desire. For the next thirty minutes Amy held my hand as we wandered past the strippers, through a small maze of booths, some empty, some with curtains closed which indicated they were occupied, and some with the curtains open revealing their occupants. Some simply drank and watched what was going on outside, in another a man rested against the padded lounge backing his eyes glazed as the head of his partner bobbed up and down in his lap. 

We walked up a stair case to the second level which was divided like city blocks into three rows of rooms. None of the rooms had walls facing the corridors and the central row was open at both ends. I quickly counted eight rooms along each corridor although at the far end there seemed to be a very large room. People stood looking into various rooms, some with drinks, some without and every now and then I noticed one or more people enter a room. It appeared that this whole floor consisted of these rooms.  

'What's upstairs?' I asked.

'Office space and storerooms I think,' Amy replied. 'The velvet ropes indicate that no one is to enter,' she murmured to me. I noticed that some of the rooms were indeed roped off. The first room we came to was empty, other than several very large cushions sprawled around on the floor. 

The next room, which was roped off, contained a couple who were probably in their mid-forties who were going for it hammer and tongs. She was naked and on all fours side on to the door, her ponderous breasts swinging back and forth as her partially clothed husband slammed into her from behind. His long sleeved shirt was unbuttoned revealing a hairy chest and something of a beer gut, while his suit pants were still bunched around his knees. His poor attempt at a comb-over completed the picture of middle aged depravity. I hoped that they were enjoying themselves and moved on.

Less than a third of the rooms were occupied, perhaps later in the night there would be more occupied. Two rooms contained couples who were no more than touching, in another two women were kissing and fondling each other, though still clothed. I felt Amy pause and stopped walking, positioning myself so I could watch the two women while watching Amy's facial expression in my peripheral vision. The fact that we were holding hands obviously caught the occupants attention who beckoned to us to join them. I saw Amy smile and I turned to look at her as she turned to me. The velvet room was down in this room. 

'Interested?' I asked and knew that the faint smile on my lips would be seen as a challenge. 

'Later,' she said with a shake of her head. She smiled broadly at the two women and then we walked on. The final room before the last oversized room had six people watching. It wasn't roped off either, but we had to squeeze together against the wall to see the occupants. It was the two leather clad men we had seen earlier. They were naked now and their physiques were magnificent, hard well muscled bodies that shone in the light. Both of them possessed large, fat penises and as they lay side by side on the cushions, they stroked each other and kissed. I had never seen two men together before and found it both a turn on and somewhat confronting. Their tongues probed each others' mouths as their fingers stroked the other's erection.

I was conscious of my breasts pushing against Amy's shoulder. So was she obviously as she turned slightly and placed her hand on my thigh. This was going to lead to something I wasn't ready for. Yet.

'C'mon,' I said, stepping back and breaking the contact between us, 'let's find Justin before something happens that I'm not quite prepared for.'

'I do want you Alex,' Amy said plainly, reaching out to take my hand in hers. We walked silently back through the club hand in hand until we found Justin enjoying a lap dance. He hadn't gotten past the strip show and we stopped and watched as a slim blonde gyrated on his lap. He wore a shit eating grin, especially when the girl turned and brushed her pert breasts across his face.

'He thinks she looks like you,' I said to Amy. 




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'Does he want me?' she asked.

'He's a man, you're cute, of course he wants you, especially after you invited him here.' We both laughed.

'Do you want me?' She looked up at me with her big eyes. I was tempted to kiss her then and there, but decided I wanted more fun at this club first.

'That's my secret,' I smiled. She smiled back and we watched as the blonde finished her routine with an almost chaste peck on Justin's cheek. That after she had spread her labia open at eye level for his pleasure. 

'Men don't care for subtlety do they?' Amy shook her head as we walked up to Justin.

'Enjoy that did we?' I asked. 

'Fuck yeah!' His response was so vehement that I flinched at the crudity, and I realised he had forgotten my warning about imagining me doing what the blonde had just done for him. But I laughed because at the end of the day, I still liked him and his perverseness. 

'Let's go upstairs Jus,' I said.

'What's up there?' He looked upwards though nothing could be seen from down here of the debauchery that awaited us. I assumed that as the night wore on, the debauchery would grow and to be honest I wanted to get in at the start and see where it took me.

'Anything you can imagine,' I replied, lifting my eyebrows at him.

'You coming Amy?' His question sounded innocent enough, but I knew that he wanted her, perhaps as much as I did.

'Do you want me to Justin?' He blinked and opened his mouth to answer when she continued, 'after all, I'm the lion you followed into its den.'

'Uh, yeah, sure come along.' He had no idea that she was warning him. 

Chapter 06

'Okay,' she said and accepted the hand he stretched towards her. They walked off ahead of me and for a moment I felt a stab of jealousy. It was the hand holding that did it, that small intimacy that no one wants their partner to share with another person, least of all someone they found attractive. That I was prepared to share Justin sexually with her was beside the point, hand holding was intimacy in a way that fucking wasn't. Fucking isn't making love, fucking is pleasure, lust, selfishness, control, abandoning inhibition. Its raw emotion, but not deep for it is about the here and now. Making love is about waking up together tomorrow, about talking after sex about dreams and hopes, about family. Holding hands is the first step towards that, and although I would later realise that tonight marked the high water mark of my relationship with Justin, at that moment I didn't and him holding hands with Amy threatened my position in the relationship here and now. 

So I sidled up on the other side of him and took his other hand, squeezing it and feeling reassured when he squeezed back and turned to smile at me. A genuine smile of love and affection, although I could see the lust lurking behind his smile.

At the top of the stairs I pulled him to a stop. I had to have a final talk to him, here where no one was nearby. At the end of the day I didn't want some sort of confrontation to occur when we were in the middle of some sex act, it would be poison for the night.

'Justin, along here, in these rooms are ordinary people doing things publically that most do in their house. There are strangers fucking strangers, men with men, men with women, women with women. Are you absolutely sure you're ready for us to get involved in this? If you're not, that's cool, but tell me now, even if you're not sure and we can take it slowly.' But I knew his answer before I had finished talking. His eyes had dropped to my hardened nipples that poked through my top, then down the nearest lane between the rooms to watch a young couple that were caressing each other as they watched whatever was happening in front of them. 

'I'm cool babe, I'm sure.' So off we went.

The first two rooms were empty and I realised that despite people's willingness to participate in public sexual activities, they still didn't necessarily want to be the first act that people saw. In the third room four women were naked and sprawled on mats. They moved in slow deliberate actions, kissing, stroking hair, breasts and thighs. One woman in the centre slowly moved her fingers in and out of the thick bush of a woman on one side while her mouth was locked on to that of another to the other side. Justin let out a little gasp and stopped. I looked at his face and saw that he was transfixed, his lips slightly parted. Amy looked at me and tilted her head at me. I reached out to her, aware that as we were standing slightly behind Justin he couldn't see what we were doing. I cupped her chin and drew her face towards me. Our lips met, parting as they touched and her tongue flicked forward and across my lips. I met it with mine and followed into her mouth, tasting her breath as she let me kiss her.

'Well...' Justin started to say something to us as he turned, but his voice was strangled to silence as he saw us kissing. 

'Oh my God,' he choked out. We broke apart and I flashed a grin at him while Amy smiled at me. I moved to his side, slipping my right arm around his waist and running my left hand across his crotch, feeling the lump contained under his pants. Amy moved to his other side and Justin found himself with a woman pressing against each side and slid his arms around both of us. He grinned like a wolf and went back to watching the four women in the room. They had broken into two pairs now, the woman with the thick pubic bush was on all fours, the pink slit of her sex shining through the hair at us as she went down on her partner. Her buttocks waved from side to side as she vigorously ate her partner's pussy. Their two companions were an interweaved pretzel of limbs and were more or less on their sides locked in a sixty-nine. 

'C'mon,' I murmured, moving from under his arm to lead him to the next room. There was no velvet rope here and I recognised the middle aged couple that we had seen going hammer and tongs earlier, as well as several new friends for them. The comb over man, whose hair was now askew and gave him a mad scientist look, was lying on his back as his wife straddled him in the sixty-nine position and was paying oral attention to his penis. Above his head another middle aged bald man was sliding his surprisingly long erection into the wife's pussy in slow deliberate motions. Comb over was staring at this appendage that was penetrating his wife as though his life depended on his level of concentration. Another couple, he fully clothed, she wearing just her underwear, sat on the large cushions to one side and watched. He looked like the manager of your local bank, late thirties, not unattractive but not remarkable either. Flecks of grey at the temples of his styled dark hair, long sleeved collared shirt, slacks, leather loafers. She was a slim, shoulder length blonde, soccer mum type. Her underwear was department store normal and it looked to me as they had just walked in off the street by accident. 

As I was about to move on, the soccer mum slid off her cushion, crawled over behind the bald man, caressed his buttocks then leaned down to slide her tongue between them. The bald man groaned and turned to grin hideously at his new sex partner. He stopped thrusting into comb over's wife to do this and at once found his balls being licked by comb over. 

I looked at Justin and suppressed a giggle to see the part shock-horror, part turned on look on his face, when we were joined by another couple. For an Asian male, Japanese I thought, he was tall, over six foot. He wore his hair rock star long though it was somewhat curly rather than straight. His face was exquisite and from what I could see his body was too. His tee shirt was skin tight and I could see well formed pecs and his nipples pushing through the cotton. He wore bright red leather pants, with a matching red scarf tied loosely around his neck, and black motorcycle boots that completed the rock star image. She was the matching doll, long blonde hair tied in a high pony tail, dark make up around her eyes to give her a hint of Goth, and an all black leather outfit; studded collar, bra, skin tight pants, stilettos. The costume made her look more attractive than she probably was, though there was no denying her sexual magnetism.

Amy and Justin looked at the newcomers who nodded at us then looked into the room. Soccer mum was kneeling behind the bald man now, and from the actions and placement of her hand was obviously driving at least one finger into his anus. He was gasping for breath and was finding it difficult to keep his rhythm into comb over's wife. Comb over was pumping his hips up and down and driving his cock into his wife's mouth, and at the same time was giving baldy's testicles a good lashing. 

Our branch manager meanwhile had opened his zipper and was playing with his partly erect penis. He looked nervous, glancing over at us occasionally before watching his wife finger the arse of another man. I watched him for a while and realised he kept glancing at Amy, and when he finally caught her eye beckoned her to him with the slightest movement of his head. It was subtle, leaving little chance of his humiliation should she refuse. To my surprise she didn't, stepping away from Justin's side and entering the room, stepping over the banker before lying on the cushion by his side. 

He released his penis which flopped onto his pants, and at once Amy slid her fingers around it and began to stroke it, looking over at us to see if we were watching. Her eyes locked onto mine, then flicked to Justin before she leaned forward and began to suck on the head. In no time at all she had a fat erection in her mouth and the banker's facial expression had relaxed into one of subliminal bliss. 

I glanced at our new co-voyeurs and saw that the blonde was stroking and squeezing her partner's butt, which in the red leather looked very squeezable. She turned and caught me looking, but smiled to indicate that she wasn't bothered. I smiled back, then looked at the scene before us. Baldy was clearly ready to come; his head lolled back on his shoulders, his movements were jerky and his body, though soft in middle age, was tensed. Sensing this, soccer mum seemed to increase the thrusting of her fingers into his arse, which finally sent him over the edge. He pulled out of the other woman and at once comb over grabbed his penis and began to stroke it. The first jet of come shot down across comb over, matting his chest hairs the next was caught in comb over's hand, a third dribbled onto his male partner's neck, then it was over for him. 

'Shit,' Justin breathed under his breath and I wasn't sure whether he was disgusted, turned on or ambivalent. So I reached over and grabbed at his crotch again, finding a very hard bulge there. I glanced at Amy and saw that she was watching us so I began to squeeze him and smiled at her. She slid the full length of banker's erection into her mouth until her nose was pressing against the open folds of his trousers.

Comb over's hips jerked and his wife found her mouth full of come. She half sat up, her breasts sagging beneath her and brushing her husband's stomach, as she jerked him through his orgasm. He expelled an enormous amount of come that jetted up a good two or three feet before splashing back down, mostly on him. 

'Yeah!" exclaimed our Asian rock star, his handsome face split by a boyish grin. He turned to look at his girlfriend, then at us, winking at Justin and nodding at me. 

Soccer mum had withdrawn her hand from Baldy and turned to see her husband receiving oral sex from Amy. The scowl on her face indicated that she was very unhappy with what was going on and for a moment I was concerned about what was going to happen as Amy hadn't seen the look on her face. 

But only for a moment, because as soccer mum shuffled on her knees over to her husband I saw that it was part of a game between them as he grinned at her. Her scowl faltered, becoming a knowing, almost evil grin. She straddled Amy who didn't stop in her oral pleasuring and therefore didn't see what we saw. Soccer mum pushed two fingers into her husband's mouth, presumably the two that had been in baldy's rear passage. 

'Holy shit,' rock star exclaimed with a giggle.

'Eek,' said his girlfriend, while Justin jerked physically and grunted his disgust. I found myself open mouthed and stunned. Banker meanwhile came into Amy's mouth, obviously finding the whole thing a great stimulus. Amy coughed and tried to lift her head, only to find herself pushed back down by soccer mum's free hand.

'Fill your mouth with his come you little slut.' She spoke to Amy but was looking her husband in the eye. He groaned and it seemed as if his orgasm peaked a second time.

'Don't spit it out,' soccer mum warned, taking her fingers from her husband's mouth and swinging from Amy's back. 'I want his come in my mouth.' She flopped onto the floor beside Amy on her back, and pulled my friend's mouth to hers. At once Amy injected a huge wad of come into the blonde's mouth, seemed to swill her own mouth and spat the last traces into the soccer mum's waiting cavity. 

Amy immediately stood and walked back to us, glancing at the other three occupants of the room who were sprawled across cushions panting at their recent exertions. In the corner of the room was a stone water jug with paper cups, and Amy went to this and rinsed her mouth into the accompanying bucket before drinking two cups of water. Soccer mum meanwhile was now transferring her husband's come into his mouth while her hand was stroking him back to hardness. His recovery time was incredible given that he had just come. 

'Would you like to come and fuck him for me?' Soccer mum directed the question at Amy, but Amy declined with a polite smile and shake of her head.

'Come,' Amy said and pulled my hand into hers. She led us to the room behind and diagonally opposite the one she had left. It was empty and she clipped the velvet rope behind us to indicate we didn't want guests. I thought she was going to start something, but wasn't sure if I was quite ready yet. I was still in shell shock after the middle class depravity that I had just witnessed. 

'Sit, relax, I need some time out after that,' she said as if sensing my thoughts. I noticed the look of disappointment on Justin's face as he flopped to one side of Amy, so I flopped on the other side of our friend, noting he still carried his hard on. 

'Did you know what was going to happen?' I asked.

'No, that's the great thing about this place, at least these rooms,' she giggled. 'Its enter at own risk.'

'So to speak,' Justin growled. He was shifting where he lay trying to get comfortable.

'That hard on of yours wants freedom,' I said. Amy glanced down and grinned.

'I guess you liked what you saw,' she said to him.

'No, well, yeah, well...' he trailed away and I actually saw him blush. The rock star and his Goth walked over to look at us. He looked at each of us and they stood there for a while.

'No show here, not yet anyway,' Amy said with a smile. They waved and walked on.

'Not yet?' Justin's voice was tinged with hope.

'What're you wishing for tonight Jus?' I asked. 

'Sex,' he laughed.

'With Amy?' I was deliberately confronting him.

'Well that depends on what Amy...'

'I asked you what you're wishing for, not telling you what you're getting.'

'Sure,' he said a little sullenly. I had challenged him and won.

'And you Alex?' Amy was trying to turn the tables on me now.

'Something new,' I said, turning my gaze to her pretty face. 

'And you're prepared to see Justin fuck me, or anyone else for that matter?' 'Sure,' I grinned. 'In fact why don't you two have a bit of a pash now?' I challenged them both at once, not liking the way Amy was defending Justin.

'Come 'ere,' she said to Justin and without a glance in my direction he leaned over and their mouths collided. They attempted to put passion into it but I could see Justin was over excited and anxious while Amy was trying to impress me. There was a faint smile on my face as they broke apart and looked expectantly at me.

'Amy,' I said, 'I just watched you let a stranger come in your mouth and then spit it into his wife's mouth, I hardly think a bit of tongue wrestling with my boyfriend is going to shock me.'

'Bitch,' she said good naturedly, then rolled towards me invitingly. I moved into her and our mouths met with urgency and passion. I could feel her breasts squashed against mine and wrapped one leg around her. Her hands were stroking my hair and back and I was becoming lost in her.

'Is this where I join the show?' Justin said, leaning over us. We parted, the spell broken by his intrusion.

'Not yet,' Amy breathed, smoothing her dress back down over her hips where it had started to ride up.

'And what about you Amy?' There was no challenge in my tone, only curiosity.

'What about me?'

'What are you wishing for tonight?' 

'You,' she said, looking straight into my eyes with such unbridled lust that my groin tingled. 

'Oh,' was all I could say in reply. 

'But in here,' she said, breaking eye contact and sitting up, 'you should be careful what you wish for.'

'Why?' Justin and I spoke at once.

'Because everything comes with a price,' she giggled and stood up. 'Coming?'

'Soon I hope,' Justin muttered, adjusting his bulge as he stood. We followed her into the corridor, seeing our rock star and companion disappear into the doorway at the far end of the corridor. 

'What's down there, the exit?' I asked.

'No, it's a big room, but no passive voyeurs allowed,' she said, directing the latter comment to Justin.

'Passive voyeurs?' 

'Those who just watch. If you want to watch, you need to get naked, or exposed and add to whatever is going on.'

'Oh,' said Justin, looking at the doorway as though contemplating what might be happening. You couldn't see into the room, there was a blank wall that directed you to the left. 

'It's a one way door too,' Amy continued as we stopped at the next room that was roped off. A young and quite attractive couple were making love on the cushions in the missionary position. They were naked but with her thighs raised you couldn't see much of what was going on. They paid no attention to us at all. 'It can't be opened from the inside, so once you're in, the only way out is via the door at the other end, which takes you back to the main hall via stairs, all the way to the bottom. It stops those who just want to watch from coming in, leaving when asked then simply returning quickly. They have to walk through the whole club again.'

We watched the couple for a short while then moved to the next room. There was no rope here and the occupants were two youngish males, naked, slim and hard bodied with a statuesque, corseted brunette. She was on her back, one man between her thighs thrusting into her, the other kneeling beside her head and feeding his cock into her mouth. Both of them ran their hands over her body in a constant frenzy of touching, light slapping and squeezing. She was moaning audibly and even as we watched I saw her come twice. 

'Do you like that?' Justin asked as he felt me shiver beside him.

'Yes,' I murmured back to him. He turned to me and I kissed him, open mouthed, hot and full of promise. I wanted to go into the end room, to pursue the rock star and see what he was up to when he wasn't the voyeur. 

'Let's go in there,' I said, indicating the end door with a shake of my head.

'You sure Alex?' Amy's slight smile told me she already knew I was.

'Only if you're coming with me,' I countered. Amy slipped between Justin and me, pressing against my side and pushing him away.

'She's mine tonight Jus,' she said and I found the way she used my pet name for him enticing. She was going to give herself to him tonight, I sensed that, but her warning about wishes coming at a price was going to be extracted. 




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And so we entered the end room.



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 07-09



Chapter 07

The door swung silently shut behind us and turning I noted that there was no handle of any sort on the inside. We stood in a short corridor that only gave us one way to go. At the far end was an open doorway in the wall, and from the room beyond flickered yellow light. Amy moved towards it and Justin quickly followed. I trailed behind, feeling a sudden apprehension. 

What exactly was I wanting? I had said something new, and Amy hadn't pushed for more specifics. She boldly said she wanted me. That would be something new, I supposed. Watching her and Justin would be something new. But I found myself not wanting that to happen now; the way he looked at her and had followed her gave me a growing sense of unease about his feelings for me... and about his feeling for her. 

I took a deep breath and followed them into the room. It wasn't as big as I expected, no cavernous dungeon. I stood at the bottom level of a three tiered, plush carpeted room that rose up from me, each tier only as deep as the rooms in the corridors, but perhaps twice as wide. At the far end of the bottom tier, where I stood, was the exit door. Between the door and where I stood was a long leather sofa and several large cushions lay on the floor. The next level hosted what looked like a mesh wagon wheel mounted on a large ornamentally decorated base. I could see it was hinged so that the wheel could not only spin, but be moved from horizontal to vertical. More cushions were positioned around the room and at each end of the tier was a single seat armchair. The top level housed a king sized bed at one end, an office desk and chair at the other and a smaller version of the leather sofa in the middle. The room's only illumination were wall mounted torches, gas powered I assumed.

But my gaze was on the wheel which was the focus of the room. Goth girl had unclipped her leather bra and dropped it onto the floor, revealing pert and perfectly shaped breasts. They stood proudly out from her chest but moved out of time with her movements as if to assure me they were real. She peeled off the pants without removing her stilettos courtesy of a zip than ran from the inside of one ankle all the way up and down the other leg. Releasing the four fasteners down her right hip revealed no underwear, no pubic hair, a clitoral ring from which dangled an identical small and tasteful metallic star to match the one at her navel, and a tattoo of an Asian symbol on the inside of her left pubic bone. I realised that I was wrong in my earlier assessment; she was much better looking than I had imagined.

As she undressed, rock star fiddled with the base of the wagon wheel, releasing a catch and bringing it upright. She put her arms around her rock star and kissed him, a deep and passionate kiss that seemed to say "goodbye", then stepped back against the wheel. She raised her hands to either side of her head and rock star clipped wide leather cuffs around her wrists and onto the wheel. Then he slid a belt around her waist, and cuffs around her ankles. He spun the wheel in a lazy turning motion and I watched as gravity flipped her pony tail towards the floor, her breasts pointed upwards but overall the leather fasteners held her well in place. 

'Want to touch her?' he directed the question to Amy and Justin who were standing side by side behind him. 'Alicia loves it,' he laughed. Justin glanced at Amy, but not down at the bottom tier where I still stood, then walked over and ran his hand over Alicia's flat stomach. The contact slowed and stopped the turning of the wheel leaving her almost horizontal. Justin's hand ran up and cupped her breast, then went further upwards across her shoulder and he cupped her cheek. 

Amy moved beside him, but placed her hands on Alicia's knees and turned the wheel so she was almost upright, before kneeling before the wheel and reaching out to touch the clitoral ring and jewellery. She tugged at it and I saw Alicia squirm, then Amy ran her thumb over the other woman's clit. I looked upwards to see that Justin had his thumb in Alicia's mouth and was looking down as Amy played with her genitals.

Rock star walked down to me and held out his hand in a greeting. I accepted the handshake which seemed absurdly formal given our circumstances.

'You don't want to join in?' His voice was soft, almost hypnotic with the hint of an accent. I almost replied that I like to watch, before remembering the rules of the room. 

'Soon,' I said. 'My name's Alex.'

'Hello Alex,' he smiled, his almond shaped eyes drooping seductively at me, 'my friends call me Yoshi.'

'Hi Yoshi,' I smiled. Without a hint of self consciousness he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a well muscled washboard stomach and chest. He folded his shirt carefully and placed it on the arm of the long leather sofa, before prying his boots off. 

'They're your friends, right?'

'Um yes,' I replied, running my eyes over his body and down the length of his pants. Yoshi was one attractive specimen.

'Boyfriend and girlfriend?' I looked up at Amy and Justin to see that Amy had stood and was on one side of Alicia, licking her nipple and breast as Justin saw to the other. 

'No, I mean, yes, well Justin and I are, Amy's our friend. She invited us here,' I added unnecessarily. 'She's single.' More stupid words.

'Its not her I like, though she's cute,' he said turning to smile at me. 'Its him, he's got something.' My head and chest pounded at his words.

'Justin?' I sounded incredulous. 'You're gay?' Disappointed now.

'No,' he laughed, but it was an easy laugh not a mocking one. 'Just sexual,' he said. 'Would you like to take my pants off?'

'Pardon?' I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly.

'My pants,' he repeated, 'Would you take them off me. They're difficult, but more than that, I love having them removed by a beautiful woman.' My heart fluttered at the compliment and I stepped closer, reaching out to unclip the stud at his waist. I struggled to pull the zip down, but couldn't do more than pull them open, revealing a small tuft of black hair.

'You might have to kneel,' he offered helpfully.

'A beautiful, subservient woman?' I injected sarcasm into my tone.

'Maybe that too,' his laugh was easy and drooped his eyelids again. So I knelt. Grasping the waistband I pulled hard and the leather stretched enough to slip over his slim hips. His skin was olive coloured, even around his groin as his penis, flaccid and long, bounced into view. No underwear here either, I noted. He placed his hands on my shoulders and lifted one foot then the other and I pulled and wriggled the pants downwards, conscious of his penis dangling close to my face. Then he was naked, took his pants from me as he helped me upright and folded them neatly before placing them with his shirt.

'Come,' he said, offering his hand. We approached the wheel hand in hand, him naked, me fully clothed. We watched for a moment as Justin ran his hand down over Alicia's tight stomach and fingered her clit ring. She squirmed at that and smiled at him, so he leaned forward and they kissed. I saw a flash of silver in her mouth and realised her tongue was pierced. Amy stepped back and as I watched she reached around to undo the zipper on her sundress. She struggled for a moment then Yoshi reached out and slid it down for her. She turned to smile her thanks and saw that he was naked. Her eyes slid appreciatively down his body and she winked at me before slipping the straps of her dress from her shoulders and letting it crumple around her ankles.

Her breasts were bigger than I had imagined, soft and round with a gentle sag. At her stage of life there was enough suppleness in her skin to defy gravity. Her nipples were brown, the size of twenty cent pieces and were raised and erect. Her skin was creamy, her stomach showing a slight curve and a dimpled navel. She wore a pair of white cotton panties that clung to her tight rounded buttocks. 

Justin looked up from Alicia and smiled when he saw Amy standing in nothing but her panties. He looked at me and blinked twice at Yoshi, who had taken my hand in his again. I was feeling self conscious about being undressed, so I released Yoshi's hand and pulled my top over my head, feeling my breasts bounce as they swung free. I threw my shirt on top of Amy's dress, then tried to kick my boots off to no avail.

'Like to help a beautiful subservient woman by kneeling in front of her?' I murmured my request to Yoshi, who laughed softly in that velvet like voice, and did as I asked. I balanced with one hand on his bare shoulder, marvelling at the fact that his skin was so soft while the muscle underneath was so hard. I wiggled my toes as they came free, letting them enjoy their freedom as I released the catch and fly on my pants and slipped them down, my panties going with them. Yoshi helped, and as fastidious as before, folded them neatly before placing them with my shirt. He admired my body, smiled then walked up to Justin, who had two fingers inside Alicia now. 

'Why don't I help you undress?' He reached out for Justin's fly, but Justin jumped back.

'Fuck Yoshi!" Alicia yelled. 'Leave him alone, I was getting close then.' Yoshi laughed and stepped back, allowing Justin to return to Alicia.

'Amy, why don't you undress him?' Amy turned to look at me and I smiled. 

'Don't ask me, everything's fair in here,' I said to her. Amy moved behind Justin and undid his shirt buttons one by one. Justin stopped his manipulation of Alicia just long enough to let his shirt be pulled over his arms. Yoshi moved to the other side of the wheel and Alicia turned her head towards him and they kissed with fiery passion. I noted that he was still flaccid and was about to move to him and offer my services when Amy knelt and unzipped Justin's jeans. Then he was naked, his erection straining towards Alicia. Amy reached out and grabbed it, running her hand along his full length. 

'Oh fuck that feels good,' he muttered, turning his hips to give her better access. His hand was rapidly manipulating Alicia's clit and clit ring and the blonde was starting to moan and buck her hips. Amy moved forward and although I couldn't see what she was doing, the look on Justin's face and the movement of her head told me that she had taken him into her mouth. I felt a stab of jealousy again, but suppressed it as I stepped in front of Alicia. 

'Don't stop, please,' she was moaning at Justin, who was out of rhythm as he was overwhelmed by Amy's mouth. I looked down and saw that my friend had her eyes shut as she slowly worked her tongue over his length, stopping occasionally to slide his length into her mouth, before beginning to lick it from tip to base. I squatted down, pushed Justin's hand away and jammed my mouth over Alicia's wet pussy. The absence of hair made it a simple task to suck on her clit and clit ring, pulling it with my lips and teeth as my tongue delved into her. She squealed with delight and from the corner of my eye I saw Yoshi finally starting to firm up. I reached out with my left hand and took his slowly rising member between my thumb and forefinger, giving him small, gentle encouraging squeezes. 

Alicia came against my mouth with a thrashing of her head and a stream of expletives. She struggled against her restraints as the climax ran through her whole length, swearing like a drunken sailor the whole time. This seemed to excite Yoshi more as he rose to a full hardness quite quickly. I tried to pull him towards my mouth but instead he pulled free from my grip. My job on Alicia complete, I stood up, avoiding Justin's grab for me. He wanted to kiss me, to taste Alicia while having a tongue in his mouth and one on his cock. 

'Turn around mate,' Yoshi said to Justin, spinning the wheel as he spoke to bring Alicia to the three o'clock position. 

'No, no, this is fucking great,' he groaned. Amy stopped, sensing something interesting was about to happen.

'Don't stop Amy, please?' His voice was whiny, annoying. Amy stood, saw that she was the only one with clothes on and pulled her panties free. Then she turned Justin by his hips until his erection was bobbing at Alicia's face. She pushed him forward and Alicia obediently opened her mouth. Justin slid into her face and her throat and groaned again. He began to thrust into her mouth, at first with some hesitation, then with abandon, fucking her face in the way he had fucked me when his self control was gone. I knew it wouldn't be long before he came, unless he was stopped. 

'God you're gorgeous,' Amy said as she turned to me and smiled.

'You're bloody yummy yourself,' I countered. We both looked at Yoshi who was stroking his shaft as he watched Justin and Alicia. At least I thought that was what he was doing until I followed the line of his gaze and realised he was watching Justin's buttocks flex and tighten as he thrust into Alicia's willing mouth.

Amy and I stepped over to Yoshi, knelt and laughed as we almost cracked heads. 

'You first,' I said as politely as I could, pushing his erection towards her. Amy didn't argue, instead she slipped the rounded head of his cock between her lips, sucking a strong vacuum with her cheeks, before sliding her mouth deeper and pushing his hand out of the way. She did this three times, then released him, offering me a turn. I slid half his length into my mouth, tasting his pre-cum and her saliva. Then I bit him, not hard but firm so that he couldn't move. Yoshi made a yipping noise, but didn't move. As I held him with my teeth I ran my tongue around and over the length of him in my mouth. He growled, low and animalistic and I felt my juices begin to flow. Reading my excitement Amy reached over and stroked my breasts, and I met her eyes as my mouth continued to tease and hurt him.

'My turn,' she whispered, moving her face close to mine. I released him and at once reached out to cup her breasts. They were soft and yielded to my touch, small mountains of flesh that were a delight to hold. As I caressed their fullness I watched as Yoshi's shaft disappeared and re-appeared in her mouth. Her eyes were locked on mine and I could see the lust there. It no doubt mirrored my own.

'Yeahhhhhhh, fuck, ohhhhhh, yeahhhh!' Justin was coming and wanted us all to know it. Amy released Yoshi with a wet plop and turned to look, her breasts slipping free as she moved. At the same time I noticed that the attractive couple had entered the room and were standing with slightly dazed looks on their faces. Justin's buttocks were tense and he was pushing into Alicia's mouth. Alicia, strapped to the wheel had no choice but to receive his load into her mouth. She gagged and spluttered and his come ran down from her mouth and across her cheek to land on the floor. When he was finally spent, he pulled away, his shaft a slimy mess and beginning to droop towards the floor. Alicia coughed, and a glob of his seed flew from her mouth. Yoshi moved to her and turned the wheel to get her upright. He was smiling at her and to my surprise she smiled back.

'Fuck me Yoshi,' she said. He bent his knees and slid his shaft into her still wet sex. I watched his length disappear into her, then turned to welcome the newcomers. They had moved to the armchair at the end of the tier with the wheel, while Justin had collapsed onto the cushions on the top tier. The brunette was sitting on her partner's lap and they were kissing and fondling each other as they watched our performance. 

Amy turned to me and we slid into each other's arms where we knelt. Her body was warm and soft against mine and the kiss that accompanied our embrace was heavenly. It was a connection of affection and caring, the sort of kiss that men rarely give when naked, if at all. We stroked each other's faces and hair, I kissed her eyes then let her kiss my shoulder. 

'Lie back, I want to make you come.' 

I lay back, near the wheel and looking up I could watch Yoshi's smooth skinned scrotum as it swung back and forth as he fucked Alicia. Then my worldview narrowed to Amy's mouth closing on my wet and open pussy, her tongue caressing my outer folds, her lips pushing back the hood over my clit and her tongue circling my swollen bud with small darting, teasing movements. When she held the hood back with her fingers and began to flick the tip of her tongue over my swollen clit, I came with a rush, waves of pleasure crashing and pulsing through me. I could hear sounds coming from my throat but didn't know if I was speaking or just grunting, until Amy slid her body over mine and kissed me with her wet mouth.

'So do you really think I'm a dirty slut?'

'Oh God, did I say that?'

'Uh-huh,' she said kissing me again. She was smiling from under her hair, which I brushed back over her ear. 

'Sorry,' I whispered, 'I say bad things when I'm really turned on.'

'Then I guess I'll be able to tell when you're really turned on.' There was an implication about the future in her words and I was about to open my mouth and ask her what she meant when Alicia started screaming in passion. I looked up and saw that Yoshi's scrotum and what I could see of his shaft was almost dripping in Alicia's juices. He was deep inside her and not moving, riding out her second climax. 

'God he's cute,' Amy murmured into my ear. Her body was warm on mine and I was enjoying the intimacy that had developed between us. Looking up past Yoshi I saw that Justin was enjoying it too. He was staring at us and from the movement of his arm stroking himself. Yoshi stepped back, freeing his still hard erection. He released Alicia from her bonds, stroking her wrists and ankles with great affection as she wobbled onto her feet.

'Ladies?' He turned and looked at us, then across at our spectator. She shook her head. I was considering it, when Amy slid off me and tugged me to my feet.

'Come,' she urged, dragging me up to Justin. 

'That was a great show,' he said with a wicked smile.

'Just for you,' Amy said dismissively, sitting beside him. 'I want you to get on the wheel Jus.' 

'No way,' he said, shaking his head.

'Will it help convince you if I do this?' Amy wrapped her fingers around his shaft, moving in slow lazy strokes. 'If you get on the wheel and stay on it until I say you can get off, then I'll let you fuck me however you want.' His smile vanished as he considered this. 'If its okay with Alex?' Amy added this as a clear after thought. I smiled at her and nodded, though I would have liked to be forewarned about her offer. I still felt uneasy about the way he looked at her. 

'Not quite,' he said, 'I get off the wheel when I'm ready.'

'No deal,' Amy sighed. 'I'll fuck Yoshi instead, then I'll go home.' She made to stand up but Justin grabbed her arm. He scowled at her and I had to suppress a grin. He had caved in.

'I get to fuck you however I want?'

'Alex?'

'Sure honey, just don't make him fall in love with your skills.' I said it with a smile, but Amy stared into my eyes and gave an almost imperceptible nod that she understood my warning. 

'Any way at all.' She reached into his lap and tugged gently on his hard member. 'But onto the wheel first my dear.' They stood together and I turned to see Yoshi helping Alicia into her pants. His erection was still proud and begging for attention.

'Not going surely?' I asked.

'Alicia is going to take her leave,' he explained.

'I've come a dozen times tonight,' she smiled warmly at me. 'But don't worry, I'm leaving him,' she nodded at his erection, 'for you lot to play with.' I smiled a little self consciously and turned to watch as Amy slid Justin's limbs into the restraints on the wheel. Justin looked nervous. Then a tall man in a dinner suit entered the room, looking completely out of place. He smiled and nodded at us and approached the couple who were still snogging on the armchair. Bending over them he spoke to them in a low tone, heard their reply, spoke some more and then walked out the exit door.




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 07-09



'What's that about?' I asked Yoshi who was clipping Alicia's bra back into place.

'No watching warning,' he shrugged. 

'You mean someone is watching us via a camera?' I looked around to see if I could find the electronic eye. 

'Everything is watched here, it's the only way to guarantee safety.' 

'I guess.' Alicia was dressed now, and kissed Yoshi passionately. 

'See you downstairs babe,' she said, waved to me and was gone. Yoshi's erection was wilting slightly, but was still impressive. 

'How do you keep it so hard?'

'Looking at you,' he laughed.

'Liar,' I shot back with a smile, flattered none the less. The couple had disentangled themselves and were whispering as they stood near the chair. She was urging him to do something, and finally he approached me with obvious reluctance.

'Look, um...'

'Hi, I'm Alex, this is Yoshi, that's Amy and Justin is ready for some wheel action,' I cut him off. 'Want to join us?'

'Um yeah,' he said with a bit more enthusiasm. Amy had secured Justin fully now, and was stroking his cock with her hand as she smiled at him. 'I'm Daniel; Dan,' he said.

'And that beautiful creature over there?' I asked.

'Erin,' he offered with a cute, crooked smile. 

'Erin want to play too?'

'Oh, um no a bit shy...'

'Would you object if she played with me, or Amy, or Justin?' Yoshi was listening to the exchange and moved behind me, encircling my waist with his arms and probing the gap between my legs with his cock.

'Oh, I don't think she'd want to...'

'I asked if you'd object Dan.'

'Oh, no,' he said not too convincingly. 

'And would she like to watch you fuck me right here on the floor?' I smiled wickedly as I spoke.

'Um, I don't know...'

'Strip off Dan, while I talk to Erin.' I moved away from Yoshi, but captured his hand and led him to Erin as Dan pulled off his shirt. Amy was now kneeling in front of Justin and ensuring he was very hard by slowly fellating him. 

'Hi Erin,' I said with a smile, 'I'm Alex, this is Yoshi.' Erin looked far more comfortable with our nudity and Yoshi's erection swaying before him that her boyfriend did.

'Hi,' she answered brightly.

'I'm guessing Dan's the shy one and you're worried about his reaction to you getting it on with someone else, so you sent him over first?' She laughed and nodded. 

'Strip off babe, get it on with him and let whatever happens happen.' She looked at me, then at Yoshi, her eyes involuntarily glancing down at his member, then unbuttoned her blouse. 

'You're both gorgeous by the way,' I added as I turned away. Dan was naked now, his arms clasped across his chest in a defensive posture and was watching Amy. His penis was semi erect, so I led Yoshi over to him and then pressed myself against his side. 

'I think Erin is ready, so let me get you ready too.' I pressed my mouth to his, and then stroked his penis. He resisted both the kiss and my touch and I figured that he would be out of the room very soon. Yoshi had moved to his other side, then laughed. He offered Dan his mouth and I was shocked to see Dan not only respond, but to see his penis harden to full length as Yoshi reached down to give it the gentlest stroking. 

Erin slid her arms around my waist from behind, and had to lean down to whisper in my ear.

'Don't be too shocked Alex, things aren't always what they seem.' Then something hard probed my bottom, and looking down I realised that Erin wasn't all woman. Erin's breasts, tasteful in size but fake none the less, a smooth toned body complete with a dimpled navel, but a rock hard eight inch erection protruding from her thighs. 

'Oh shit!' I exclaimed.

'Sorry, didn't mean to offend.'

'Hell, you didn't offend me, just surprised me that's all.' I looked into Erin's eyes and smiled, 'I thought you were one hot babe...'

'And now I'm not?' She pouted at me.

'Um, well, well yes you are, just that you have a cock.'

'So nicely put,' she said drily. She looked over my shoulder and I turned to follow her gaze. Yoshi and Dan were tongue wrestling and stoking each others erections and it was an erotic sight. I looked up to see a look of lustful horror on Justin's face, while Amy was now sitting at his feet, watching as well while she stroked Justin's cock which was above her shoulder. Erin snuggled me again, her erection brushing my hip this time.

'Any chance you'd use that on me?' 

'Maybe later honey, once I get really warmed up I'll sometimes do a chick.' I grinned and pushed my buttocks against her, rewarded when she reached up and cupped my breast. 'Nice tits love,' she said. 'Does her boyfriend like men then?' Erin indicated Justin with a nod of her head.

'He's my boyfriend actually,' I corrected, a little annoyed that people kept making the same mistake. 'And no, not as far as I know.' 

'Well I think you're going to learn something new about him tonight!' Erin moved from my side and walked to the wheel and I forced my gaze from Yoshi and Dan to see Justin and Amy's reactions. Amy's eyebrows raised ever so slightly as she took in Erin's erection, but Justin failed to see it, his gaze still locked on Yoshi and Dan's coupling. Yoshi had slid to his knees now and his beautiful pouted lips were wrapped around Dan's hardness, sliding along his length with practiced ease. The look in Justin's eyes was one of unbridled lust burning with an intensity I had never seen before.

Justin finally dragged his stare away when Erin knelt in front of him and slid his bobbing erection into his mouth. Justin cursed and nodded, his mouth hanging open as Erin's head thrust rapidly back and forth. If he hadn't have come so recently before with Alicia, Justin would have filled Erin's mouth, but instead he simply bucked against his restraints, his eyes wide with lust and the frustration of not being able to grab hold of his protagonist. 

Amy had reached down and was playing with Erin's shaft, her fingertips running along its length, squeezing the rounded tip and occasionally cupping the small, smooth skinned sac at the base. Erin released Justin and began to work his mouth up over his abdomen and stomach, across his chest pausing to lick each nipple and suck them into his mouth. Justin was smiling down at Erin, and I realised with faint amusement that he still did not realise that Erin was not what he thought she was. And then their mouths joined, Justin's tongue probing for Erin's, their lips locked together.

Amy stood now, leaning partly against Erin and stroking her smooth muscled back. Then Justin felt it hard against his thigh and tried to break off the kiss. He looked down, turning and twisting his head and realised that what he could feel was in fact a hard cock and it was Erin's. 

'No,' he protested, his voice soft and cracked. But his own erection betrayed his lust, still full length and rubbing against Erin's thigh. 

'Kiss her for me,' Amy said so softly that I wasn't sure if I heard her right. But he did, after looking at Amy's face, the expression of lust in her eyes, turning back to Erin and surrendering to his lust and Erin's passion. 

I returned my attention to Yoshi and Dan who had moved into a new position, oblivious to the interactions around them. Dan was on all fours, Yoshi behind him thrusting that magnificent cock of his, encased in a thin rubber sheath, into Dan's rectum. His thrust were slow, deliberate and deep and Dan's head hung down as Yoshi fucked him. I stepped over to them and fell to my knees beside Yoshi, who turned his gorgeous face to me, smiled roguishly and then kissed me. His tongue was a gentle but as deliberate as his fucking of Dan and the press of his soft lips against mine set my juices flowing. I was in lust with this man and wanted him right here and now. 

Dan was moaning and I slid my hand under him and grasped his erection. I began to stroke and squeeze him as best I could, wanting to bring him to a climax in the hope he would pull away from Yoshi and leave him to me. As if reading my thoughts Yoshi slowed his pace a little, kissing his way from my mouth, across my cheek and turned my face to the side to nibble at my ear.

'If he comes before me, I'll fuck you.' His whisper was controlled and even and I nodded, not trusting my own voice to sound as strong as he seemed. It was too much for me to rely on a hand job, so I rolled onto my back and slid under Dan's flat stomach like a mechanic under a car. But I wasn't going to fix the oil leak, rather encourage it. 

Dan's cock was long enough that I could take the tip into my mouth with my head resting on the floor. I increased the pace of my hand around the base of his shaft and sucked on the tip with all my might, my tongue twirling around the head and probing the small hole there. Dan's moans turned into grunts and I watched as Yoshi's cock buried itself deep into his ass and stayed there. Dan's stomach began to heave and then my mouth was full of come. It was hot, salty but quite thin and I was able to force some from my mouth and swallow the rest without gagging. His climax was short, almost brutal, then as I had hoped, he pulled away from both me and Yoshi. 

Ignoring Dan I immediately rolled over and ripped the condom from Yoshi's length. We knelt together and kissed, my hand never leaving that hot length protruding from his body. 

'Here,' he said, pushing a new condom into my hand. I shook my head and smiled at him. It was an impulsive and reckless decision, driven by lust and a desire I hadn't felt since my first boyfriend. 

'If Alicia doesn't make you wear one, then I don't need to.' I kissed him and then he took over, pushing me onto my back with a firm but gentle pressure, sliding between my legs and entering me with the kind of slow deliberate strength I was now associating with him. His cock was like a lightning rod, drawing all the focus of my pleasure into it, rocking and pushing into me, withdrawing as though to leave before plunging back into me. 

I stroked his back, again admiring the soft skin and taut muscles, looked into his eyes and felt that his smile, whilst not mocking me was still emotionally distant from me. I knew that the look in my eyes was one of complete surrender to him, that at that moment I loved him with every fibre of my being. I suddenly understood how women became groupies for their idols, willing to anything, anywhere for them, and how when rational and in control of their impulses, would be unable to explain it to an outsider. I was his groupie, his pleasure machine, his to do what he wanted. And he wanted to fuck me.

He stroked me to a gentle carousing climax that seemed to rise like the tide from my core, not in crashing waves but with a high tide mark, before taking me back to a place almost as pleasurable. Our attention was drawn away by Justin's grunting and groaning. We looked and for a moment I was dragged back to reality. Erin had her back to Justin now, and had impaled herself onto him. Amy was kissing Justin as she watched Erin's rectum eating Justin's cock. Erin's hung slackly between her legs, swinging back and forth with each thrust. 

'He's more adventurous than I gave him credit for,' Yoshi purred into my ear. 'Is there a chance you'd share him with me?' Then Justin's image was gone as I turned my attention back to my lover. Yoshi was speeding up now, his thrusts still the epitome of control as he began to pound me. I was nearing another climax, this one promising more intensity than the last, and he seemed to sense it as his almond eyes narrowed a little and the smile disappeared from his lips, replaced with what looked to me to be a snarl.

We came together, me completely in his control, his release I suspect delayed by him to meet my climax. His seed was hot and for a moment I regretted the lack of a condom, but only for a moment, as my own climax blotted out all the sounds of the room and I buried my face against his neck, my teeth clamping down onto his shoulder, my hips jerking upwards as thought trying to pull his whole body inside me. 

He stayed inside me long after the waves had gone, this time in a low tide that left me high and dry. I could feel his length shrinking slowly inside me and had to bite my lip to not beg him to stay inside, or to ask him to arrange a time to fuck me again. I deliberately avoided looking at him as he began to dress, instead looking at the wheel where Justin was now in the same three to nine position that Alicia had been. Erin was motionless as Justin's mouth hungrily worked its way around and along the shaft. And Amy knelt at the other end and worked Justin with equal hunger. I felt empty and disinterested as I watched them, wanting to look at Yoshi, to tell him I could be his whenever he wanted, and I was highly aware of the feeling of his come as it ran from inside me and coated my inner thigh.

Dan had gone, and Yoshi held his hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. 

'I'm spent,' he murmured, his gaze fixed on mine. 'So I have to leave, it's the rules.' I nodded, mute, not trusting myself to say anything appropriate. 'Thanks honey, it was very good.' He kissed my cheek and I watched him walk across the room and out the door. I opened my mouth to call him back, but was cut off by Erin's groan as she came. I turned to watch as my boyfriend's mouth was filled with come. An intense jealousy exploded in my stomach, despite the complete unreasonableness of it. I had just let a bisexual stranger fuck me bareback and come inside me and I was jealous because my boyfriend had brought a transsexual to climax. 

I watched as Justin struggled to swallow the come and realised that it was Amy that was urging him, ordering him, to do it. Erin sat heavily beside the wheel, panting for breath her breasts glowing under a thin sheen of perspiration. Then she stood and gathered up her clothes, another one spent for the night.

Amy was releasing Justin now, and I didn't want to be here any more, not with him. I too gathered my clothes, and in my haste left the room with my boots unlaced. When I looked back inside as the door closed, Justin was reclining on the King sized bed, his erection as strong as ever, and Amy was about to straddle him. The door closed silently behind me as I made my way down the stairs and returned to where we had entered the club, to the bar that had welcomed us then and would now be my sanctuary where I could wrestle with my insecurities.

Chapter 08

I had downed my third vodka shooter when I felt their presence behind me. Yoshi's confident smile was back in place, his hair perfect and my heart skipped. Alicia stood beside him, radiant, beautiful and with a genuine friendly smile on her lips.

'Mind if we join you?' she asked.

'Please.' They sat on each side of me, placing drinks on the table.

'Pissed off at your boyfriend?' Alicia spoke, Yoshi surveyed the room in apparent disinterest but I sensed his attention was fixated on us.

'Sort of,' I admitted after a hesitation. 'But, not really, I mean, I...' I searched for the right words before shrugging and downing another shooter.

'Watching someone you care for have sex with someone else can be hard...'

'No, no, its not that,' I shook my head, then looked her in the eyes. 'Don't you worry that Yoshi here might fall for another woman in here?' She laughed and tossed her blonde hair back.

'He doesn't love anyone, not even me,' she said without reproach. I felt Yoshi tense beside me. 'Is that's what's happening?'

'Yeah,' I sighed, 'he's going to fall head over heels with Amy.'

'She's not going to fall for him though,' Alicia said with surprising certainty.

'Yeah I know,' I said, unable to keep the disgust out of my tone. 'So he'll dump me tomorrow or next week, pursue her for a couple of weeks until she stops being nice and tells him to fuck off, then come crawling back, begging for forgiveness.'

'Are you the forgiving type?'

'Yeah.' I reached for the fifth and penultimate shooter, but Alicia closed her hand over mine.

'You live with him?' I nodded. 'Then when he dumps you, move out too and move in with us.'

'What?' I blinked at her in shock.

'With us Alex,' Yoshi spoke to me for the first time since he had left the room. 

'Yoshi really likes you,' she emphasised the "really". 

'No I couldn't...'

'Here's our number, if you don't call us, regardless of what happens tonight, tomorrow or next week, we'll be very, very disappointed.' With that she stood and left the table, walking with purpose towards the exit and without looking back for Yoshi.

'Very disappointed,' he breathed into my ear. 'And remember, if you patch it up with Justin, and want to share...' My heart fluttered and I felt a tingle between my thighs. Then he too was gone and I didn't need another drink. Even when Amy moved through the crowd alone, finding me with an uneasy smile, I didn't feel the need for liquid solace.

'Where's Jus?'

'Oh Alex,' she started, 'despite what I told him he went and...'

'...said he loved you?'

'Yeah, I'm sorry...'

'Don't be.' I pulled her towards me and we kissed, the same gentle passion there as in our earlier kiss. 'Where's Jus?'

'Not sure,' Amy replied, turning to look back towards the stairs. 'I thought he was right behind me...'

We scanned the room for a while before I saw him talking to a tall thin blonde. He was standing close to her and she was smiling broadly at whatever he was telling her. As he moved his head back she reached up and caressed his lips with her fingertips. It seemed that two orgasms with two different women weren't going to be enough for him tonight.

'Take me to your place, let me stay.'

'You sure?' I met Amy's eyes and nodded.

'Now,' I said. We fled the den of pleasure, iniquity and emotional confusion, holding hands in silence until she closed the door of her apartment behind us. 

'Make love to me.' Amy's eyes were dark with lust and I was surprised to find that despite the intense emotions and physical pleasure I had experienced during the night, I was highly aroused. The buzz was alive between my legs and as I led her to her bedroom I felt my nipples harden. 

Amy kicked the door shut and slid her shoes off, and as she straightened I moved behind her to unzip the sundress. For the second time that night I watched as her naked back came into view, but this time she removed her briefs without hesitation. I took hold of her upper arms with my hands and pulled her towards me so that her back pressed against my chest. I slid my right arm around her chest and cupped her breast, taking the time to fully appreciate its fullness while my other hand found her face, cupping her chin and turning her head towards me so that we could kiss. 

Her tongue languidly explored mine with a familiarity that belied the short time of our physical relationship. Her hands rubbed my thighs, then worked upwards between us to fumble undone the button and zipper on my pants. She worked the tight material down over my thighs and I made no effort to help her. When I gently squeezed her nipple she gave an almost imperceptible moan that was no more than an exhalation of hot air into my mouth. But it drove my lust to a new level and I found myself wanting to pleasure her like I had never pleasured another.

My sexual impatience won out over the thin veneer of self control and I pushed her towards the bed, ripping my shirt off and stepping out of my pants. Amy pulled her doona back and flopped onto the bed, on her back and looked expectantly at me. I sat on the bed and ran my eyes over her firm supple body. Her breasts were magnificent in the fullness, her nipples, the smoothness of her stomach and the pelvic V that led my gaze to what I wanted most. 

I slid forward, running my hands from her ankles up along the inside of her legs, forcing them open, though I hardly needed to force them apart. Amy seemed to sink into the bed as I stretched my body downwards, shifting to find a comfortable position from which I intended to make love to her. Her labia glistened, betraying her high level of arousal, as I knew mine did. The selfish part of me wanted to turn and straddle her, to take pleasure from her as I gave it back in return. But for once I controlled the monster, intent of showing her what I could do without the distraction of her pouted lips pleasuring me. 




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 07-09



I paused, my mouth so close that she must've felt my breath against her. I looked at her face and saw more than just lust in her eyes. I knew at that moment that I was cheating on Justin now. This had suddenly become more than sex. Hell, Justin would've been beside himself to watch this. But if he had been there, and in the unlikely event that he had been observant enough to see the look in Amy's eyes, and indeed my eyes, he would've stopped us. Or perhaps not, men are impulsive creatures who all too often act on their fantasies only to have the consequences slap them in the face later.

But now it was me being impulsive, for the fire in my belly was more than simple lust. I wanted to consume Amy's soul, to link us through the bond of the most passionate sex that only intense and intimate lovers can share. And for a moment I realised that I had a choice, even at this late stage. I could ram my fingers into her and work my tongue across her clitoris to bring her to a quick and satisfying climax; an engagement of pure sexual rawness.

Instead I closed my mouth over her sex, my tongue slithering from my mouth like the serpent entering Eden, inviting Amy to join with me. 

'Oh Alex,' she breathed softly, surrendering to me with the slightest movement of her hips. I closed my eyes to savour the envelopment of my tongue by her wet flesh, tasting her fluid as I pressed my upper lip against the hard bud of her clitoris that seemed to rise to meet me. To greet me. She was soft, wet, hot and so enjoyable in her response that for the next few minutes I forgot about my own wanton desire. I slid my tongue as deep as it could go, feeling elation as her hips rose to draw me deeper, then withdrew to caress her outer folds, to slide across her clitoris, kissing the taut skin of her pelvic area, sliding my tongue down to caress the puckered entrance of her anus. 

Apart from the small movements of her hips and the shortening of her breath, there was little outward sign of Amy's pleasure. But I could feel it in the contact of her sex with my mouth, the way they melded together. She resisted the impulse that I know I would have felt to grab my head and hold me in place, or to lock her thighs around me.

I felt her orgasm well up inside her, the movements of her hips becoming less fluid, the clenching of her abdominal muscles, and her small gasps. Her release, when it finally rolled through her, was signalled by her loud gasping, her head thrown back into the soft pillows, her hands clawing at the sheets. But she made no attempt to break the contact between us, instead trusting me to recognise her sensitivity and to gradually reduce my stimulation of her. Which I did.

Only when I was assured that I had wrung every last vestige of pleasure from her orgasm did I finally break the contact between us, lifting my mouth from the open and very wet entrance of her pussy to lift my body and crawl over her. Amy lifted her face from the pillow to look at me and I saw tears running from the corners of her eyes. I fell in love with her at that moment and when she pulled me to her in a kiss that was soft and full of meaning I was pretty sure she had fallen for me. We never said those words to each other, but in days to come we would exchange looks that would bring me back to this moment. We lay side by side in the near darkness, our breathing returning to normal, my leg over hers, our thighs touching lightly. 

'Tell me what Jus did after I left.' I wasn't that sure I wanted to hear, not because I would be jealous but because I suspected I would be disappointed in him. Which is a bit rich when you consider my own behaviour, but hey, its always easier to judge others than it is to judge yourself.

'I...I don't really want to Alex.' Amy's voice sounded small and somewhat apprehensive.

'Please,' I said, rolling onto my side so my breasts pressed against her arm. I smiled at her and she smiled back. 'I'll love you forever,' I added with a cheeky grin.

'I hope so,' she shot back. 'Look, I think he was just caught up in the whole moment, the sex with Alicia, Erin, he was way out of his comfort zone and one on one with me just took him to somewhere that he was familiar with.' I knew that there was truth in what she was saying, that Justin always liked to end up somewhere he felt safe. That's why even my balcony sessions, and other voyeuristic sessions ended up with us one on one.

'I thought he was going to use me as a sex toy to be honest,' she said with a frown. 'But he wanted it slow and quite frankly I wanted him to fuck me senseless. Oh sorry,' she added with a look of concern at me.

'Fucking you senseless is far preferable to me than the other,' I offered a wan smile to her.

'Yeah, well in any event I had to fake my own orgasm to get him off...'

'Did you use a condom?' I interrupted, reminding myself of my own carelessness with Yoshi.

'Of course!'

'Just checking, not accusing.' I reached across Amy's body and pulled her to me, kissing her reassuringly. I didn't want my twenty questions to break the bond we had formed. She kissed me back warmly and I decided I didn't need to hear anything more. At least from Amy.

Chapter 09

Late the next morning I let myself into my flat. Justin was naked on the sofa, snoring, the curtains open. I surmised that when he returned to find the flat empty, he had looked towards Amy's house, perhaps expecting a show. 

'Jus,' I murmured, kneeling beside him. The smell of alcohol wafted from every pore and I saw matted hair on his thigh where I guessed he had come after masturbating to visions of God knows what. His penis lay flaccid on his thigh and I wondered how many times he had come the night before. 

I couldn't wake him from his unconscious stupor, so instead I crawled into our bed after slipping on some flannel pyjamas. I fell into a deep sleep haunted by the vision of Yoshi's eyes, his faint smile and the feel of his skin under my hands. I awoke around three in the afternoon to find Justin beside me, naked, snoring. I was starving but at least partly refreshed. As I slipped from the bed he stirred, then woke. 

'Hi babe,' he murmured, stretching like a cat. 

'How're you feeling?' 

'Okay,' he replied.

'What about last night?' Our eyes locked on each other and there was more depth of meaning exchanged in those few seconds than would be in the words we spoke over the remaining months of our relationship.

'Yeah, okay, I guess,' he said with a little laugh as he broke the contact between us. 'It was pretty full on though, wasn't it?'

'Yeah,' I mumbled back. Full on indeed.

'So where'd you and Amy get to after...?' Justin stopped mid sentence and I knew he was suddenly unsure how to describe what he had done with Amy.

'After you'd fucked her?' 

'Ha! Yeah, you've got a way with words.' He looked uncomfortable.

'Well, I'd kind've had enough of cock and wanted some loving from Amy. And we were waiting for you when I saw you with that tall thin blonde; did you fuck her too by the way?'

'Um, yeah sort of...'

'What right there in the bar?' I could feel my agitation rising and fought to control it, but I knew Justin was sensing it and was retreating from me emotionally.

'No Alex, we went upstairs into a room with a bunch of others and I fucked her there, then I fucked a cute little Asian chick who was dressed as a school girl, and I didn't come with either. Then I came home hoping to fuck you!' 

'Too bad I wasn't home,' I replied, but felt my anger giving way to guilt. 'So you jerked off here then?'

'Yeah,' he replied softly. 'Thinking about you.'

'About me and Amy,' I added the unspoken part of his fantasy.

'Yeah,' he confessed.

'Could you fuck me now?' I asked. I wanted to reclaim him and knew that sex could do it. He had fucked Amy pretty conventionally, and she had been forced to fake her orgasm.

'I'm a bit sore,' he confessed, but I saw his cock jump a little.

'I can be gentle,' I whispered and slid back onto the bed, positioning my head at his groin, and blew onto his member. It began to rise without me touching him and I had to marvel at his stamina. I licked his length, tasting a cocktail of stale cum and sweat. Was there pussy juice dried in this mix, I wondered. I was guessing that he had used condoms with the others, but regardless I was going to give him a slow languid blowjob. His cock stretched to full length but didn't get fully hard, as though the engine driving it just couldn't get into top gear. But he moaned and writhed on the bed as I slid the round knob into the back of my throat.

As I slowly sucked him into my mouth I unbuttoned my pyjama top and removed it, and began to struggle out of the bottoms but found it too hard, so I left them on.

'Fuck that's good,' he groaned.

Best ever huh?' I pulled his cock from my mouth to ask, smiling wickedly at him.

'Oh yeah,' he laughed, raising his head to look at me. 

'And do you want to come in my mouth, or inside my cunt?' Deliberate provocation on my part.

'Your mouth, babe, please use your mouth.' I knew he'd say that, he'd come inside other women's pussies last night, now he wanted a bareback ride down my throat. I went back to work, feeling the skin move between my lips as I bobbed up and down along his shaft. His hips continued to move in a jerky motion as he fought to hold still, to let me do the work. 

Every now and then I would pull my mouth back until only the round knob was between my lips, and use my saliva as lubrication as I pumped him with my hand. I slid my tongue around the tip over and over as my hand pumped him up and down, and as I felt it swell in my mouth, ready to explode, I grabbed the base of his shaft tightly between my thumb and forefinger and bit the knob, not too hard but with enough force to stop the impending climax.

'Oh babe, no, no don't stop, I'm so close,' Justin gasped the first time I did this to him.

'Oh fuck! Let me come,' he said the second time.

'You bitch,' he gasped the third time. 

I went back to work, my spare hand caressing his balls in their scrotum which had gone taut in preparation. I decided that I had to make him come soon or he might be in danger of succumbing to his fatigue and end up with a case of blue balls. I could feel the tension in his body as he approached his climax for the fourth time, a mix of desire for release and apprehension that once again I would stop him on the brink.

Instead I pushed my lips down to the base of his shaft, the knob pushing into the back of my throat which I relaxed to give him access. He came with a long groan and the slightest lifting of his hips. His sperm was thin, watery and salty so I almost immediately pulled my mouth back to catch most of his expulsion. My hand rubbed him through the climax, squeezing every last drop from him. 

I quickly straddled him, pushing my hot groin down onto his softening cock, the furry material of my pyjama bottoms forming a barrier between us. He looked at me through half open eyes and with a devilish grin I spat some of his come onto my naked breasts, and the rest onto his chest. Reaching up I rubbed his cum into my breasts, tweaking my nipples until they were hard, then one by one I licked my fingers clean.

'Oh you dirty bitch,' he whispered. Then I leaned forward and licked his fluid from his chest, working my way up until my tongue flicked across his lips. He didn't flinch, instead he opened his mouth and our tongues entwined. It seemed he had grown accustomed to the taste of sperm since our last session.

'And I'm your dirty bitch,' I whispered back. I half slid off him and we fell into a post-coital snooze.

Justin woke as it was getting dark.

'Fuck I'm hungry,' he said, sitting up and scratching his tousled hair. 

'Eat me,' I said with a grin, half serious. 

'Later,' he promised. 'Right now I need food I can swallow, want pizza?' It sounded okay and I watched his naked form as he picked up the phone and dialled from memory. I moved into the bathroom and took a shower. When I emerged in fresh pyjamas from the bedroom I was surprised and a little uneasy to find Amy sitting in the lounge. Justin was wearing the jeans he had worn the previous night and nothing else.

'Hey babe, feel better?'

'Yeah, ah hi Amy, I didn't know you were coming over, I'd've dressed if I'd known.' I shot a look at Justin that said "thanks for nothing."

'Sorry babe,' he said with a look that said the opposite. 'I didn't think you'd mind...?'

'Sorry Alex,' Amy interrupted, 'I presumed you knew, do you want me to go?' She stood and I realised that I was being a bit uptight about nothing really. I walked towards her and smiled.

'Not at all neighbour.' We hugged and I held her long enough to tell her I was pleased to see her. Which I was.

We drank beer with the pizza, and normally I'm not a fan of beer, but it did the job. Justin was very touchy feely with me and I knew that the presence of Amy was driving his lust, the knowledge that I had spent the night with her and the possibility, or the hope on his part, of a threesome. 

But it wasn't to be. Not that night at least.



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 1



Story description: Femdom, hypnosis, and mind control. This is a lengthy story that includes relationship/character development. Not suitable for a quick thrill.

Notice: This story may NOT be posted to any pay site without express written permission by the author. Any posts to non-pay sites must include this notice.

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Prologue:

I'm still online when I hear my wife, Terry, open the front door. Somehow, I didn't hear her car pull up. She told me that she would be home around midnight, but it's only 11. If she comes straight up to our bedroom, I'm gonna get busted! 

Sure enough, she comes straight upstairs! I quickly log off just a second before she enters, but the screen saver feature takes a minute to activate. 

"Were you on that damned computer again?" she asks.

"Uh, yeah," I reply.

"So why did you log off so quickly?" she asks sarcastically.

"Well, I heard you come in, and I figured it was time to get ready for bed," I respond.

"Yeah, right! Smut surfing again? Why don't you get a fucking life?" she snaps back, as she slams the door to the adjoining master bathroom behind her. 

What a sweetheart. Well, she is pretty close about the smut surfing. I was on a D/s website again, for about the tenth time this month. I usually take the opportunity to visit these sites whenever an opportunity presents itself. 

The truth is, I've had submissive desires for years. As an outlet for these fantasies that I never managed to fulfill, I began writing about them. At first, I just wrote about my thoughts. Later, I wrote stories loosely based upon my fantasies. 

Terri and I finally subscribed to an ISP last year. To my delight, I soon found multitudes of other people with similar interests. I then refocused my energies online, attempting to bring my submissive fantasies to real life. 

In addition to reading as many femdom stories that I could find, I paid close attention to the personal ads. I responded to many, but received only a tiny fraction of responses in return. I even placed a couple ads of my own, but they proved to be a total waste of time. 

Connecting with a lifestyle domme has proven to be difficult at best. I feel lost and don't know where to turn. Submissive males seeking Femdoms are at an extreme disadvantage. We simply outnumber them by too great a margin. Since I don't want to advertise my secret to the world, walking into a scene club is not the answer. 

Consequently, I may be faced with accepting my fate as just another sub wannabe doomed to a vanilla existence. At age 39, my submissive desires are currently limited to my frequent and secret visits to various femdom websites. Over the years, I've often tried to suppress my submissive desires, but they always resurface. Sometimes with a vengeance! 

My lack of submissive fulfillment is only minor problem compared to my marriage. My marriage is in trouble. Serious trouble. Not that my submissive desires have anything to do with our marriage problems. To my knowledge, Terri doesn't have a clue about my secret desires, although she probably should. On several occasions, I expressed a desire to explore some alternative sex and D/s role playing, only to be turned down flat. I find her reluctance towards variation somewhat surprising, since Terri enjoys sex to the point of being multi-orgasmic. 

While our 12 year marriage has never been problem free, I now have a growing suspicion that she may be seeing someone else. Our frequent arguments have been getting uglier, and she often mentions divorce. Unfortunately, our marriage councilor hasn't seemed to help much. 

At age 32, Terri is still a stone fox. She carries 124 slinky, but curvaceous pounds on a 5'8" leggy frame. Her sexy figure is not the result of any extra effort on her part, however. She has never seen the inside of a health club. Nor has she been involved with any other exercise or sports. She is simply blessed with remarkable genes. 

Terri's bloodline is a mixture of several European and Oriental ethnicity's. She's inherited luxurious, dark, thick, and moderately wavy hair that she wears long. Her beautiful dark eyes are just slightly slanted, and her light olive brown skin tans magnificently without ever burning. She has pointed full eyebrows and full pouty lips. She has 36D's and a cute little round ass with dimples where the small of her back joins her succulent asscheeks. The woman doesn't even need to wear makeup, and rarely does. All this, along with her mischievous, street smart looks, makes her simply irresistible to me.

Terri's still a head turner, that's for sure. Sexually, I just can't get enough of her. Even though we still fuck regularly, she won't let me kiss her on the lips anymore. Also, even though I go down on her regularly, she has refused to reciprocate for the past two years. 

Terri has never worked a full time job, but she's gotten involved with a few multi-level-marketing schemes over the years. She says that she does it just for "mad money," but I think it's more of an excuse for her to get out of the house. That's where she supposedly went tonight, to another MLM meeting. 

Our once beautiful home has been a disastrous mess for years. She's away from home a couple hours a day, "working" her MLM ventures. Even though I work full time, I am expected to share the housework 50/50. Yet, she won't help out with any of the "man's work." As you might imagine, this is one of our problem areas. 

Another problem is money. We are barely managing to get by financially. Even though I earn a very good income, we are struggling. Terri is an incurable spender, and we are in debt. Although she makes my life miserable, I'm still crazy in lust with her. Does that make any sense? 

Terri is often bitchy, but she seems particularly bitchy tonight. Whatever her problem is, I'll probably hear all about it tomorrow during our session with the marriage councilor. 

Part 1 

Terri was unusually quiet on our way to see Dr. Peter Anthony. Unfortunately, the session proved to be just another time waster. But as we were leaving, he suggested that we see an associate of his. He explained that Dr. Kaley is a hypnotherapist. He surmised that she might be helpful in uncovering the true source of our problem that he, apparently, had been unable to do. 

I called Dr. Kaley the next day to arrange our interview, and was told that she wanted to see us separately on our first visit. So after I set my own appointment, I asked her to call Terri direct to arrange their appointment. 

When I arrived at Dr. Kaley's office the following Monday night, I was surprised to see that my mental image of her had been woefully off target. Even though she sounded more mature over the telephone, she appeared to be around 30. Perhaps an inch or two shorter than my own six foot height, her sleek fitting white blouse and black skirt did little to hide her well proportioned figure. She probably weighed around 135 to 140 pounds. 

"Come in and sit down ,Mr. Hunt," she offered, as she picked up a file folder. I sat down and twitched around in her leather chair until I felt comfortable. 

"Dr. Anthony has forwarded a copy of your file upon my request. I've taken the time to study it. It seems as though you and your wife haven't made much progress," she said.

"No, I'm afraid not," I replied as I studied the captivating emerald green eyes behind her over sized, librarian style glasses. She wore her long blond hair in a tight, conservative bun. 

"Do you love your wife, Mr. Hunt?" she asked.

"Oh yes, very much so," I responded, admiring the doctor's softly chiseled facial features.

"As you know, Dr. Anthony suggested that hypnotherapy might be helpful to your situation. May I assume that you're here because you're willing to give this a try, Mr. Hunt?" she asked.

"Please, call me Mike," I requested.

"Okay Mike," she replied.

"Yes, I'm willing to try anything at this point to save our marriage," I explained.

"Well, that's a positive attitude, Mike! I'm glad to hear that. Now, have you ever been hypnotized before?" she inquired.

"Just once, about 15 years ago to stop smoking," I responded.

"I see. Did it work?" she asked.

"Yes, I never smoked again after that," I explained. 

"Wonderful! Then you already know that you can be hypnotized. That helps! My guess is that you probably had a high motivation to quit smoking before you saw your hypnotist, didn't you?" she inquired. 

"As a matter of fact, I did," I replied. 

"Did you quit smoking after just one session?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded. 

"That's great! Do you mind if I ask what your hypnotist charged you back then?" she continued.

"No, I don't mind. He charged me 40 dollars," I stated. 

"I see. Well, times have changed. And Mike, your problem is a little more complex this time. My fee will be 400 dollars per session. Will that pose a problem for you?" she asked.

"Uh...well, no. It sounds a little expensive, but..," I tried to explain, but Dr. Kaley interrupted. 

"Mike, the initial interview for both you and Mrs. Hunt will be complementary. Also, we can speed up the process with the help of some medication. It's sort of a truth serum. With the use of this drug, I can typically get to the heart of the matter within 2 or 3 sessions. This is only about one fourth the time it would take using traditional techniques. There is no extra charge for the drug. I don't expect your decision today, Mike. Sleep on it and let me know the next time we meet. Do you have any questions?" she asked.

"Yes. Are there any side effects to this drug?" I asked. 

"Yes. You could experience drowsiness up to several hours after the administration of the drug. But besides that, there are no serious side effects. You will need to arrange for a ride home from here," she explained. 

"OK, that shouldn't be a problem," I surmised. 

"Do you have any other questions, Mike?" she asked.

"Well, does this mean that you're not going to hypnotize me today?" I inquired, in a quizzical tone.

"No, not today. I hope I haven't disappointed you. Anything else, Mike?" she asked, smiling. 

"No, not that I can think of at the moment," I responded. 

"Very good then. Can you see me this Friday at the same time?" she asked, looking at her appointment book.

"Sure," I said. Dr. Kaley wrote in our appointment, then stood up. I followed her lead, and then shook her extended hand.

"I'll see you this Friday at 6pm, Mike," she said.

"See you then," I replied. 

When I arrived home, Terri was unusually pleasant. She seemed very interested in my interview with Dr. Kaley. After I answered her questions, she announced that she was going out on a recruiting appointment. 

"On a Monday night?" I grumbled.

"Yes, I have my appointment with Dr. Kaley tomorrow, so I have to take care of this tonight," she replied.

"Why did you make your appointment with Kaley on the same night that we usually see Dr. Anthony?" I asked.

"Well, we may as well see what Kaley can do for us before we go back to Anthony. We are no better off than we were a year and a half ago when we started with him," she explained. 

"Yes, that's true. How long will you be out?" I asked.

"Just a couple of hours," Terri replied. She promptly left. I planned to go to the health club to work out, but I had the time to visit a couple of domination sites first. Within a minute after Terri had left, I was at my screen. I logged on, and saw that I had mail. 

I didn't recognize the author's screen name, Ms. Xenia. Hmm... the subject line said "Make a Wish." I clicked on it. My eyes quickly widened, and my heart started pumping harder as I read:

"Dear Potential Slave,

I am a tall, slender, gorgeous and intoxicating Dominant Woman. Some time ago, you responded to a personal ad that I placed under a different name. Your approach was interesting, so I saved your response for future reference. 

Now that I've recently relocated Chicago, I've decided to give you a chance to experience your submissive dreams. But one chance only. 

If you are still interested in serving a Goddess, you will need to write a letter essay that explicitly and honestly expresses your deepest and most secret desires. Don't leave anything out. The wider your parameters are, the better your chances for selection will be. But let me forewarn you, do not fabricate! For if you are selected, I will soon uncover any fabrications, and you will be forever dismissed! 

So tell me what your little submissive heart wishes for, but limit the length of your letter to a thousand words. Be concise, and make every word count. 

If you are asking yourself whether or not this is real, let me assure you that it is. It's more real than you can even imagine at this point. It's important that I point this out, because I want no other correspondence from you other than your essay letter. So get to work! You have exactly 48 hours from the receipt of this letter to comply. 

Dominantly Yours,

Mistress Xenia" 

My heart pounded and my cock supported a crotch tent. I was almost breathless, even though I wondered if she was on the level. Since I'd never shared my secret desires with anyone that I knew personally, I surmised that the e-mail had to be from someone that I had responded to in the past. 

Xenia also had AOL as her ISP, so she would know exactly what time I retrieved her message. Since the clock was already ticking, I decided to start working on my response immediately. Although I wasn't 100% sure yet whether or not I would really send a response to her, I wanted to at least be ready to. 

I signed off AOL, and went into word processing. Writing the letter was not an easy task, and the time passed quickly. Before I knew it, Terri was pulling her car into the driveway. I quickly protected my unfinished document with a password, logged off the computer, and quickly darted into the bathroom. Since it was already 9:15, going to the gym was no longer an option. I would probably have to explain to Terri why I didn't go, since it was out of character for me not to work out on a Monday night. 

I didn't have to wait long. The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, Terri asked, "Didn't you go to the gym tonight?".

"No honey, I just wanted to hang around and think about my interview with Dr. Kaley today," I lied.

"What's to think about?" she asked.

"Well, she's very expensive for one. We really can't afford it," I explained.

"Are you saying that you're not going to see her again?" she queried, in a slight argumentative tone.

"No, I'm not saying that at all. She also wants to use a drug on me to speed up the process. I'm a little leery about that," I replied.

"Well, if she's expensive and we can't afford it, maybe speeding up the process is the smart thing to do. How much will it speed it up?" she asked.

"She said that the drug typically cuts the time down to about a fourth of traditional techniques," I explained.

"And how much does she charge for a session?" she inquired.

"Four hundred dollars," I replied.

"It doesn't sound like there's much to think about then, is there?" she responded flatly.

"No, I guess not. I suppose that I'm just a little hesitant about taking the drug," I said.

"Why on earth for? You used to do drugs all the time when you were in college. You'll probably like it!" she quipped.

"Yeah, well...it's some sort of a truth serum," I added, trying to keep the tone of conversation serious.

"So? Do you have something to hide?" she asked.

"No, of course not," I responded.

"Then there's nothing to worry about, is there?" she inquired.

"I guess not. But she said I'll need someone to drive me home after the session," I added.

"Why is that?" she asked.

"There's a possible after effect of drowsiness," I explained.

"When is your next appointment?" she queried.

"Friday at six," I replied.

"I'll take you," she offered.

"You don't have to trouble yourself. I'll ask Paul if he can pick me up," I responded.

"Oh, I see. You don't want me anywhere near you when you're on truth serum, do you?" she rebutted in an argumentative tone. It was just like her to paint me into a corner with her manipulative ways.

"That isn't it honey," I tried to explain.

"Yeah, right," she sarcastically responded, as she slammed the door of the bathroom behind her. 

A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom. With a sarcastic tone, she said, "Fine, let Paul pick you up then."

Nothing more was said about the matter. When we went to bed an hour later, she immediately turned her back to me in an accentuated motion. That was her signal that there would be no sex that night. 

The best opportunity I had to finish my essay letter was following night when Terri was at Dr. Kaley's. The minute Terri walked out the door, I jumped on the computer. I worked hard, and completed the letter only minutes before Terri returned. 

I asked how her meeting went, and felt quite annoyed after she told me that Dr. Kaley decided to hold off on Terri's therapy until after my therapy had been completed. I left to go work out. 

The next day, I fretted about whether or not to send my letter to Mistress Xenia. I pasted and copied the letter to e-mail. Then I stared at my monitor for an hour, debating my decision. Subbing to a Domme wasn't the issue. I just wanted to be sure of who I was really dealing with. Just minutes before my deadline, I finally clicked on the "send mail" button. I probably would have pondered my decision for days if Mistress Xenia hadn't imposed the 48 hour deadline. 

As I drove to Dr. Kaley's office on Friday, I found myself growing increasingly irritated about Terri's therapy being postponed. I even decided to let Terri pick me up afterwards. I didn't want to have to explain to my best friend, Paul, what was going on. Especially since I was going for therapy without Terri. It might appear as though I were the sole source of the marriage problems. 

Terri would drive me home, and I would have to leave my car there in Kaley's parking lot overnight. Terri agreed to help me retrieve my car the next day. 

As I pulled into a parking space, I recalled that Mistress Xenia still hadn't bothered to respond to my letter yet. As a result, my mood grew even more foul. I tried to shake it off as I entered Dr. Kaley's office. 

"Hello Mike, I appreciate your promptness. Please sit down," she said. I sat down and waited.

"Have you decided which method of therapy you prefer?" she inquired.

"Yes, let's go the quicker route," I responded.

"Fine! Are you ready to get started?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied.

"Do you have any questions?" she queried.

"Well yes, just one. Why do you want to complete my therapy before starting Terri's?" I asked.

"That's a good question. First of all, based on how you were such a good subject 15 years ago when you stopped smoking, I think you will be an easier subject to work with. Also, your wife has indicated to me that she has attempted hypnosis twice in her life without success," she explained.

"I didn't know that," I commented.

"Yes, and finally, you seem to be a little more motivated in terms of making your marriage work," she concluded. 

"Well, that doesn't surprise me!" I added, delighted that she understood my plight. I began to trust her. 

"Anything else?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

"Good! Then are you ready to get started?" she asked again.

"Yes," I replied.

"Follow me," she instructed. We went through a door behind her desk and entered her therapy room. It was a larger room, perhaps 15 by 18 feet. There were three pieces of furniture in the softly lit room. Her oversized chair was almost the size of a love seat. Placed about six feet away was a chaise recliner for her subject. A small table stood in between with a pitcher of ice water and two glasses on it. 




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 1



"Please sit down, Mike," she instructed. I sat up in the middle of the recliner and faced her. She handed me a pill, and poured two glasses of water. 

"It will take effect rather quickly, Mike. Usually well within 10 minutes. Do you want to use the bathroom before we begin?" she asked.

"No thanks," I replied. I then popped the pill into my mouth and chased it down with a gulp of water. 

"Why don't you lay down now, Mike," she suggested.

Her recliner was incredibly comfortable. She stood up and walked over to a control panel on the wall. She adjusted the light several notches dimmer, and turned on a sound system. Ever so slightly, I could hear the sound of water dripping, one slow drop at a time. I looked up at the ceiling to see a state-of-the-art surround sound speaker system. 

"Just relax, Mike. Breathe slow and easy," she instructed. 

She slowly repeated her instructions several times. Soon, my body began to feel as though it were dissipating, but I felt very content. I noticed that the lighting had slowly changed to a crystal blue color, and the dripping sound slowly grew louder. 

"How do you feel, Mike?" she asked.

"Jusss Wunnnerful..," I slurred, already well under the influence. 

"Now close your eyes and imagine the drops of water, Mike. Use your mind's eye to see the drops of pristine water. Watch them fall slowly into the crystal blue body of water. You will see the concentric rings that each crystal clear drop makes, Mike. Isn't it fascinating how the rings spread so evenly... so perfectly?" she asked.

"Yessss..," I responded. 

The drops sounded even louder, and I could soon see the water just as she had described it. It was beautiful. I felt an inner peace that I hadn't felt for years. Seconds later, my physical body no longer existed. 

Soon after that, I no longer perceived the confines of the room. The water endlessly stretched throughout eternity. The entire universe was within my perception. Somewhere far, far away, her voice still existed. But somehow, the words no longer mattered. Such blissful peace. Ahhhh......

The next thing I remembered was waking up, and feeling horribly groggy. I struggled to sit up. I rubbed my eyes and opened them. I was shocked to see Terri sitting next to Dr. Kaley! 

"How do you feel, Mike?" Dr. Kaley asked.

I tried to reply, but I only croaked out an unintelligible sound. My mouth was parched. The doctor poured more water into my glass. I picked it up and drank half the glass without taking a breath. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked Terri.

"Waiting for you to wake up for the past hour," she replied somewhat indignantly.

I looked at my watch to see it was already 9:20. 

"Damn! I've been out for over three hours?" I asked.

"Yes, Mike. You are a far better subject than I had anticipated! We should be able to wrap it up after one more session!" she declared.

"Why don't I remember what happened?" I asked.

"It a combination of still being somewhat under the drug's effect, and post hypnotic suggestions. You should go home and rest now. This will all come together for you very soon," she explained. 

My mind was too deep in a fog to make much sense out of anything, so I stood up to leave. 

"By the way, next week I'm going to give you some relationship exercises to take home with you," Kaley commented.

We set the next session for the following Friday at the same time. Terri wrote her a check, and we then left. 

To my surprise, Terri spoke very little about the session during our ride home. She didn't ask a single question. This seemed out of character for her. I had expected her to try and take advantage of my vulnerable state with an interrogation. 

The week went by without even one argument from Terri. This was a notable improvement, since we typically had several fights each week. Not only were we getting along, but the house was beginning to shape up too. I couldn't understand it, but I sure wasn't about to rock the boat. 

As well as things were going, I was bothered by occasional memory lapses. After each lapse, I found myself hoping that Dr. Kaley's drug hadn't done any permanent damage. 

On Friday, Terri met me at Dr. Kaley's office. I told her to come an hour later, just to pick me up, but she insisted on being there earlier. 

Dr. Kaley greeted us, and had us sit down in her office. She asked us how things were going. I remarked that things seemed to be improving, but that I was concerned about my occasional memory lapses.

She explained that I had responded a little too well to the drug, and that the lapses would soon pass. Tonight she would use less than half the dosage. 

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied, somewhat hesitantly. Dr. Kaley ushered me into her therapy room, but left Terri in her office. She gave me a smaller pill this time, and offered the use of her bathroom once more. I declined her offer, and swallowed the pill.

"Tonight, I don't want you to go completely under, Mike. I need to keep you on a conscious level," she explained.

"I'm glad to hear that!" I responded.

"Just close your eyes, Mike. Let your mind's eye see the pristine water dripping into the crystal blue water," she said, as she dimmed the light and turned on the sound system. 

"I'll be back in a couple minutes, Mike. Just relax, and let the drug take effect," she instructed.

Soon, my body started to dissipate once again. I felt a glowing, inner peace. I didn't have a problem in the world. Nothing mattered but the present, and the present was profound bliss. 

I was vaguely aware of Dr. Kaley reentering the room. 

From what seemed to originate from a vacuum, she asked, "Mike, how do you feel?"

"Fine, I ..," I responded. 

Before I could explain in detail, she interrupted.

"That's good, Mike. Now Mike, you will keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. You will relax, and let everything takes its' course, won't you, Mike?"

"Yes," I said.

"Mike, things are much better at home now, aren't they?" she asked.

"Yes, they..," I responded. Once again, she interrupted.

"Just relax and answer yes or no, Mike. Let me take control. Do you understand?" she instructed.

"Yes," I responded.

"Things are much better at home now, aren't they, Mike?" she repeated.

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes, this therapy is working very well, isn't it, Mike?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded.

"Yes, but now we've reached the part of the therapy that requires Terri's input. You love Terri very much and you want her input, don't you, Mike?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. 

"Of course you do. And you are just thrilled how everything has improved so remarkably in just one week, aren't you, Mike?" she inquired.

"Yes," I responded.

"Of course you are. And you also know that there is no place for secrets in a perfect relationship with Terri, don't you, Mike?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. 

"Yes, but you have been keeping some secrets from Terri, haven't you?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes, you have. And you told me all about your secrets last week, didn't you, Mike?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded, in blissful reverie.

"Yes, you did. You want Terri to know about all of these things. But you've been afraid, Mike. You've been afraid that she would reject you. Afraid that she would laugh at you, and even use this knowledge against you. All of this is true, isn't it, Mike," she suggested.

"Yes," I responded. 

"Of course it's true, Mike. That's why we need Terri's input now, to forever eliminate your fears. You WANT to overcome your fears, Mike. Don't you?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded.

"Yes, Mike. And after tonight, everything will be just fine, won't it?" she continued.

"Yes," I replied. 

"Yes Mike, it will be just fine. And you realize how important it is for Terri to know about your secrets, Mike. You want her here right now so that you no longer have to carry the burden of your secrets anymore, don't you, Mike?"

"Yes," I responded.

"Of course you do! And I have very good news for you. You don't have to worry about anything anymore because Terri is her with me now, Mike. And she's known about your secrets for a long time. She simply didn't know what to do about it, Mike. But I've changed all that now. I've changed it for the benefit of both you and Terri. Isn't that wonderful, Mike?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"From this day forward, there will never be a need for either one of you to have secrets ever again, Mike. Isn't that wonderful?" she inquired, sweetly upbeat.

"Yes," I responded, feeling blissfully happy.

"The truth is that you want to be dominated by a woman, Mike. Completely dominated. You truly believe that women are the superior sex. But even in spite of your desires and beliefs, for years you have put up a macho facade by fighting Terri for control. This is all true, isn't it, Mike?" she asked. 

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes, it's true. But you'll never have to do this again, Mike. Everything will be fine from now on. Open your eyes now, Mike. Sit up and face us," she instructed.

I opened my eyes, sat up, and looked at them. They were both wearing black leather dominatrix attire. The surreal sight should have at least broken my reverie, but for some reason it did not. I remained perfectly calm in a dreamlike state. 

"This is what you want, isn't it, Mike?" Dr. Kaley asked.

"Yes," I replied, still without emotion. 

"Of course it is, and this is what you'll get! But you must understand that Terri is deservedly angry. After all, you attempted to satisfy your desires outside of your marriage, Mike. But I've taught her how to channel her anger to her best advantage. You see, by profession I am a Dr. Kaley, certified hypnotherapist. But by lifestyle, I am Mistress Xenia, dominatrix," she explained.

All of a sudden, I snapped out of my dreamlike state. I started to remember things. There were several moments of silence as files quickly downloaded from my subconscious to my conscious memory. I watched Xenia smiled wickedly, and I began to feel emotion once again.

"Yes, you are beginning to remember now, aren't you? All of those lapses in your memory are filling in. You were given post hypnotic suggestions to forget certain things until you heard the words Mistress Xenia. Do you remember now?" she asked.

"Y-yes..," I stuttered.

Xenia interrupted before I could continue.

"Ah, I see that the drug is starting to wear off too. That's good! You will soon feel the full embarrassment and humiliation that you not only crave, but also richly deserve!" she added.

The magnitude of what had occurred quickly clarified in my mind. I looked at Terri to see a serious expression on her face, and realized that it was ME who had been cleaning up our house lately! 

"The nice thing about hypnotherapy is that a subject will never do anything truly against their will, Mike. And when under the influence of a hypnotic trance, patients rarely say things that aren't true, especially when using a truth serum as we did. Do you remember our last session yet, Mike? We talked a lot about that pathetic, groveling essay letter that you e-mailed me," Xenia sneered. Her tone of voice was changing.

"Oh my god!" I blurted, as the memory of my first session with Dr. Kaley filled in. Suddenly I felt very embarrassed, and my face blushed. My expression must have exposed my feelings. They both laughed. 

My thoughts immediately turned to the e-mail letter that I had sent to Xenia. It suddenly became obvious that Terri had also read the letter. My level of humiliation skyrocketed, and it must have showed, for they both laughed wickedly.

"You have no more secrets, Mike. We both know everything. Even your deepest and most perverse fantasies. Unfortunately for you, you have plenty of serious transgressions to atone for now! Years of mistreating Terri and looking outside of your marriage, for starters. And you know how Terri likes to get even! Yes, she'll enjoy being your dominant woman and punishing you for your gross misbehavior! I'm afraid that you'll be serving Terri in every conceivable way for the rest of your pathetic life or until she grows tired of you, whichever comes first," she warned. 

To Be Continued...



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 1



I was in the middle of writing a new story. For some reason, the story line kept getting lost in my thoughts. The jangling of the phone distracted me even further. "Sam. Hey Sam. How's it hanging you dog?" The voice on the other end was one of my oldest friends John. I was going to spend a part of the next week at his home. "John, hey thanks again for letting me stay at your place during the training session." I was slated to attend a training session for my job. It was taking place in a hotel about 159 miles from my home but only 20 miles from John's. I had approached him and Joyce about staying at their place as opposed to the hotel. John began laughing. 

"Well my offer comes with a price. I have been having a problem with one of my heating lines. I need you to dismantle the feed line, blow it out and reconnect it." Leave it up to John to get free service any time he did a favor for someone. I laughed along with him. 

"John you cheap bastard. If I charged you the price a plumber would, I'd be rich by now. OK! You got me. I'll do it but just for the price of a clean room and cooked meals." We talked back and forth about little mundane things for awhile. Then John's voice got quiet. "Sam we've been friends for over 20 years now." Something in his voice put me on alert. There was something wrong and my old buddy was about to drop a bomb on me. "John what's the matter. Are you and Joyce going through some problems? If so, I can just as easily stay at the hotel. My company's picking up the tab anyway."

John remained quiet for awhile longer. Whatever it was that was troubling him was serious. John normally was a very happy go lucky guy who never shut up. "Sam I have to ask you for a big favor." His voice was stone cold serious now. I tried to lighten his mood. 

"Ah shit. You want me to paint the house too. Damn John, you always get me to do your work when you're away on business." He didn't laugh at my joke. "Sam, you know that I trust you with my life. Hell, growing up we trusted each other with our lives ten times over. You're closer to me than my own brothers and sisters." I didn't like the way this conversation was going. John said hold on and I heard him talking to a female voice. I recognized the voice. It was John's secretary. 

"Sorry about that", he said continuing our conversation. "John you horny bastard. You took your secretary with you." John's secretary was a gorgeous fox. My dick got hard just thinking about fucking her. I knew that John had been sticking her for a long time off and on. I heard the door slam and John laughed at my words. "Sam this is business. Getting back to what we were talking about. I have been running like the devil on this project. I'm home for a week away for two. Back and forth, in and out, all the time. I have been really neglecting Joyce and it's starting to show. You're going to spend some time with her next week." I jumped in thinking that I knew what he was going to ask me. 

"Hey John. I'll take her out to dinner, maybe a show. I'll talk to her and see how she feels. Don't worry about her. Joyce knows how important your job is right now." John jumped in and cut me off. "No Sam. Look. Joyce has been neglected lately. I know her and she gets antsy when she's feeling neglected. Sam, Joyce has always had the hots for you. I'm asking you more than I have a right to. If the occasion arises, I want you to fuck her." I almost dropped the phone. I held it away from my face and stared at it like it was a two-headed snake.

"Ah John old buddy. I know that I sometimes drink too much but I haven't had a drink all day. I didn't just hear you tell me that you wanted me to fuck your wife." John began to talk fast. John's talking fast was a sure sign that he was trying to convince me of something. "Sam you're my best friend! If my wife was going to get fucked by someone, I'd rather it be you than anyone else. Besides, I know that you've had a thing for her all along. I see the way you watch her when you think now one's looking." 

John was right. I did watch Joyce. She was a tiny thing. She stood no taller than 4'10". She was cute without being beautiful. Her mouth was too wide, her eyes too big. If you didn't see the age in her face, you would swear you were looking at a young girl. She had small tits, short legs and a tiny ass. Oh yes, I watched her, but she was my best friend's wife. "Look John. That's asking a lot. I mean we have been friends forever and I won't take the chance on losing that. Besides what makes you think she would be interested in me anyway." John chuckled. 

"Believe me Sam. If given the opportunity, Joyce would fuck your brains out. We've talked about it before. Your being such a close friend is the only thing that has stopped her from making a move on you. Look it may never happen. But if it does and the situation comes about. I want you to fuck her with a clear conscience." I didn't know what to say. We talked some more and than I hung up the phone. This would make matters sticky. I would try to be a friend but I knew the thought of fucking Joyce would intrude on my thoughts all the time I was at their home.

Friday, 1:30pm and the day was a bitch. Everything that could go wrong during the day did. The phone never stopped ringing. This time when it rang I wasn't polite when I answered. "Who is it?" The laughter was John's. "Whoa Sam, rough day?" I was in a foul mood. "Fuck you John. This day had been the fuckin pits. What's up?" I could hear soft moaning in the background. "Getting some dick-tation done John?" He laughed. "No! More like Hershey hunting. Sam, remember our conversation earlier in the week?" So! John had had time to think about it, and didn't like the idea I might put a dick in his private stock. "Yea, I remember." I heard him grunt and a louder cry from her. "I'm counting on you Sam. If you take care of this for me, I'll owe you big time. 

I might even give you that present you have always wanted." John and I had joked about double teaming his secretary one night. We had done a few things like that to women before. I knew he was game and that she would go along with it. For some reason, his bribe pissed me off. "If I do it and I'm not saying I will, it won't be just to get a chance at fucking your damn typing cunt. I love the both of you like family. If Joyce is that much in need, I'll do what I have to, to fix it." With that I slammed down the phone. A few minutes later the phone rang again. This time when I answered it, it was Joyce. "Hello Sam. I've been trying to call John but he must be in a meeting. 

They keep forwarding my calls to Ms. Tits." That was the name Joyce had given John's secretary. She did have on fantastic pair of knockers. "Sam, rather than come up tomorrow, come up tonight and take me to a criminally expensive restaurant for dinner. That way you can start on the plumbing first thing in the morning. I'll even help." I laughed at that. Joyce knew as much about fixing things as it took to pick up the phone. "What are you a Master Plumber all of a sudden?" she paused. "My, my aren't we testy today. No I'm not a Master Plumber. Though I have laid a lot of pipe in my time." I laughed long and hard at that. "I'll bet. OK be there by 8 pm. Be ready you know I'm impatient." The rest of the day went along as expected. 8 o'clock and my car pulls into the driveway of John and Joyce's. I hit the horn and the door opens. Joyce steps out and the dress she is wearing fits her to the point that it can stop traffic. I whistle as I get out the car and open her door. 

"Damn Joyce, you're gonna have all your neighbors thinking I fucking you wearing things like that." She smiled. "Thank you very much. And if they do, it's cause most of them wish they were." She told me the restaurant she wanted to go to. She wasn't kidding when she said it was criminally expensive. All during dinner, the male patrons would glance over at our table. A few of them she knew. They were all executives for various financial firms. "I love this place. The food is delicious, the settings expensive and the service is next to none. The only thing they don't do is wipe you in the john."

She was right, the food was delicious. The steak I ordered, didn't wait for you to cut it, it cut itself. The veggies were fresh and cook to perfection. And the drinks were top shelf and made by a bartender that had a heavy hand. All in all, it was one of the best meals I had ever eaten. We sat taking our time over this superb meal. Two drinks during the meal, and I was glad the food was of such big portions. After dinner, we were escorted to the smoking room. 

To my surprise, Joyce took a cigar and lit it. We were served brandy with the cigars and I thoroughly enjoyed both. Watching the looks on the other men's faces as Joyce smoked her cigar with authority had me choking at times. She was having a ball. "John calls this place the Palace of Decadence. Where the rich come to show off their shit. I just love it for the food and service."

After dinner we took a leisurely drive back home. The ride home was over an hour so we had a lot of silence thrown in. Halfway home, she turned to me. "Do you still write dirty stories?" I looked at her and smiled. "When those stories put $50,000 in your bank account, they're called "Erotic Literature". And yes I still write them." We returned to the house and I declined another drink. I went to the guestroom, removed my clothes and took a shower. I could hear the other shower running in the master bedroom. I finished my shower and changed into my favorite pair of pajamas. John always laughed at me. I still wore the full set, top and bottom pieces. I was sitting down in the den when Joyce called me to her room. 

I knocked on the door and said, "you decent"? Joyce laughed. "I'm never decent, but you can come in anyway." When I entered she was wearing a long robe. "Sam, would you be a dear and rub lotion on my back. Since John isn't here to do it, I've gotten so dry it hurts. That's one spot where you need an other set of hands to reach." Without waiting for an answer, she lay on the bed on her stomach and eased her robe off her shoulders. As I said before, Joyce is such a tiny thing, that lying there as she was, she reminded me of a little girl. I took the cream and began to spread it over her back. I must have been rubbing too soft. She turned her head and looked at me. "I won't break, rub harder so it works into my skin." I rubbed harder and was rewarded with a satisfying moan. "Mmmmmm! That feels so good Sam. Do my whole body."

I let my fingers work the cream into her back and shoulders. Then I slid the robe down some more and did the small of he back. I saw when Joyce slid her hand underneath her stomach. I pulled the robe off completely. Her tiny ass so smooth and round, stuck up in the air. I put cream on my hands and began to rub it. I let my hands squeeze and knead her flesh as my thumbs continually worked her cheeks apart. Each time her cheeks parted, I glimpsed her puckered asshole. I noticed that her ass had started moving back and forth. Parting her thighs a bit, I caught the movement of her fingers between her legs. Joyce's pussy was shaved smooth. I saw her fingers stroking between the puffy lips. She was fingering her pussy as I massaged her. SMACK! My hand landed on her soft cheek. "SAM!" She cried out. "That hurts."

"Then don't be finger fucking your pussy while I give you a massage." She turned and looked over her shoulder. "If you didn't make me feel hot, I wouldn't play with myself." I pulled my hands back and stood up. "OK. You finger your cunt, I'll go to bed."

"No Sam! I'll behave! I promise. Don't leave! You were making me feel so good." I sat back down. Joyce pulled her hand out from under her. Her finger was wet from her cunt. She knew I was watching as she stuck it in her mouth and sucked it clean. She was trying to goad me and it was working. This time I spread her legs wide. I put more cream on my hands and rubbed her ass again. This time I let my thumbs rub her pussy each time I squeezed her ass. She was soon moaning and raising her ass in the air. I let my thumbs slide into her and she raised her ass and pushed back. I teased her like this for a few minutes. "Turn over, you're done on this side." Joyce turned onto her back. Her hard tits showed that she was already excited. She spread her thighs wide and lifted her knees in anticipation of me just pushing my fingers up her cunt. But is she wanted it, she would have to wait till I was ready. I put more cream on my hands and started at her shoulders. I worked it in all around her chest. 

Since she had small tits, there was space between them. I rubbed the cream in all around he tits but didn't touch them. Joyce's eyes locked on mine. "You missed a spot." I smiled at her. "In fact I missed two." I creamed my hands again and began to work on her left tit. I rubbed it in well then worked on her right tit. Then taking both tits in hand, I began to squeeze and massage them both. I let my fingers close around her nipples and pinched and pulled them. I kept this up until she closed her legs hard. She squeezed them together and worked the muscles. Her tongue licked her lips and then I saw her eyes close and she moaned. She had cum from my playing with her tits. I rubbed the cream onto her stomach next. I worked from her stomach down to her triangle. 

Her clean shaved pussy called to my hands but I ignored it. I went past her cunt down to her legs. I did one then the other. I then took her left foot into my hand. I massaged the cream in slow and careful. She stared at me as I lifted her foot up to my mouth. If saying that Joyce was a tiny woman is any description, her feet were almost doll size. But they looked sexy as hell. As my lips closed over the pinky toe, she moaned. I sucked each toe in turn ending at her big toe. I took her other foot and gave it the same treatment. By the time I took her big toe out my mouth, she was breathing hard. I let my hands go to her inner thigh and began to massage it. I worked my hands higher till my thumbs were working into her cunt. She was tight. Tighter than any woman I had ever had. Her pussy grabbed onto my probing thumb and held it.

"My pussy is real tight, Sam. So tight that it hurts to fuck me. That's what John always tells me." From the way it felt around my thumb, she was right. Still, as hot as I was at the moment, she could have told me that her pussy would bite off the tip of my dick and I would have fucked her any way. Just then the phone rang. Joyce reached over and hit the button for speaker. "Hello?"

"Hi Hon, it's me. Just wanting to check in and say I miss you." Not enough to be here."

"What are you doing?"

"If I said that Sam was here and he was tearing my pussy up, would that make you leave and come home to save me?" John laughed. "Honey, if Sam was tearing your pussy up, you would kill me if I stopped him before he finished. For real, what have the two of you been up to?" She relayed the dinner and said that we were just sitting down talking about why I write dirty stories. John commented on the Palace of Decadence and asked if I was trying to impress her out of her clothes. They talked regular small talk then John asked to be taken off speaker. He said something to her and she passed the phone to me. "Hey John, how's it hanging." 

I had no sooner started talking to John, than Joyce bent down and fished my dick out from my pants. She popped it into her mouth and began to lick it. I had a devil of a time keeping my voice level. "Don't worry, I'll give you the bill when you get home. No! I told you if I saw that something needed fixing, I would take care of it. No! That's not necessary. OK, let me speak to her." Joyce took my dick all the way down her throat. I let my hand drop to her head and began to work it up and down on my shaft. "Hi Margaret. No I find you very attractive. OK! I promise to take you out the next time we see each other. No I won't promise that. See you later. No John I'll do whatever is necessary. OK bye." I hung up the phone and grabbed Joyce's head. Holding her tight, I fucked her mouth hard and fast. "You bitch! You wanted them to know we were fucking."

Joyce lifted her head up from my dick. "If I know my John, Margaret was on her knees and he was fucking the shit out of her." I knew that he might have been doing just that but I wasn't going to say that to Joyce. "That's not being fair to John", I said. Joyce looked at me. "Bullshit! If he doesn't fuck her something's seriously wrong with the boy. Hell! I fucked her myself." I looked at Joyce like she had just dropped a ton of bricks on me. "Are you surprised? Right after he hired that slut, I took her out for drinks. I read her the riot act and told her that it was all right to fuck John. But I warned her if she tried to take what was mine, I'd cut her throat and leave her for dead. She said she wasn't that type of woman. I told her if I was her boss, I would fuck her even though I was a woman. 

One thing led to another and we ended up doing to her place. You really should fuck her she's great in the sac." I looked at Joyce with different eyes. Margaret was a fine piece of ass. The thought of seeing Joyce, little as she is, fucking that amazon caused my dick to twitch. I pulled her back up onto the bed and laid her on her back. Pushing her legs open, I stared at her hairless cunt. Her pussy lips were swollen with excitement. I bent my head to them and inhaled her scent. There is something about the smell of an excited cunt. It has an intoxicating quality. Joyce was propped up on two pillows, allowing her to look down between her legs and watch. I looked up at her face and she was a picture of pure lust. I licked her outer lips, first one then the other. 

She sucked in air. I continued to lick and suck all around her slit. She was soon wiggling her little ass all over the bed. "Don't tease me Sam, stick that tongue in my pussy damnit." I ignored her and continued to lick her fat pussy lips. I took my finger and slowly pushed it between her tight lips. "Ahhh Sam!" Jeez, she was tight as scared virgin pussy. I worked my finger in and out slowly. Even her abundant pussy juice didn't help ease my entry. She was right on one thing. Fucking her would hurt if she didn't loosen up some.

I bent my head lower and licked between her slit. I was in no rush. As slow as I could I licked her slit. Up and down, just enough to push her lips apart. She was humping her pussy up at me. I licked to the top and my tongue searched out her clit. She had a tiny button but each time my tongue touched it, she raised herself up high. I licked around it trying to coax it to grow. I pursed my lips and sucked it into my mouth. Joyce cried out and came hard. "Oh Sam! Oh Sam! Yes Sam! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh Sam! "She wasn't loud, she didn't curse. Just jerked her ass at each exclamation. 

I figured she would have loosened up some, so I climbed upon top. My hands hooked her legs and raised them high. I put the head of my dick at her opening and pushed. The tip of my dick slid along her slit and pushed pas her cunt. I backed down a bit and tried again. I slid pass again. Joyce reached down and pulled her lips open. She held my dick as I eased in. pushing my dick in was a real challenge. Her face contorted as I pushed hard. As the head pushed pass her lips, her eyes grew wide with the sudden pain of entry. "You have to go real slow Sam. I'll loosen up some but not much. It's going to hurt if you try to fuck me hard and fast. From the way she felt, I didn't think I would get more than my head in. No wonder John tore Margaret's pussy up at every opportunity. Fucking Joyce was work. I began to slowly fuck my head back and forth. She did get a bit looser but not much. I let her legs fall by my side. Grabbing her I rolled over bringing her with me.




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 1



Being on top gave her control of how far she took it in and how fast. She got up on her knees and balanced on her outstretched arms. Slowly she worked her ass up and down. She was looking down into my face. Joyce was so small; I couldn't have taken her tits in my mouth without pulling her off my dick. She had a look of total concentration on he face as she worked it in deeper. Inch by slow inch she worked it. When she had it in just where she felt comfortable, she looked at me. Now she was ready to fuck. She slowly raised her ass and lowered it. She didn't get any more dick in her; her movement just worked the skin up and down. "I know it's not as much pleasure as you thought it would be Sam. 

But let me get mine this way. John told me how much you love to fuck a woman up the ass. Have you thought about working your fat dick up my tiny ass Sam? I want you to. I'll cry, and scream and beg you to stop but don't. I can take it up my ass better than this." She was working herself closer and closer to cumming. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. "When you shove it up my ass make it hurt. Ram it in me and make me scream. Fuck it as hard as you can. The more I beg and cry, the harder I need you to fuck it." She was about to go over the edge. "Talk dirty tome. Slap my ass hard; rape me in the ass. Oh Sam! Oh Sam! You don't know how long I've wanted you to fuck me. John knows. He makes me say it when he's tearing my asshole up. I make him tell me how he uses that slut Margaret. Oh Sam now. Oh Sam! Yes Sam! Oh Sam I'm cumming! I'm cumming! "

Joyce squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to push down even further on my dick but her pussy had closed even tighter. I felt my dick start to bend. Suddenly she began to shake. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she just sat upright. Her whole body shook as she came. I could just lay there not moving. She held my dick so hard, that the pain stopped all sexual feeling for me. I let her cum on her own. She took a deep breath and rolled off me. My dick was like a stopper, and as she rolled off, a flood of her cum splashed on my leg. She lay against me catching her breath. Then she turned around and began to lick all her cum from my leg.

Joyce was cuddled up against my chest. Her lips were nibbling on my nipple. "I know it wasn't what you expected Sam. Fucking my pussy is kind of a let down if you've been fantasizing about it. That's why I let John fuck Margaret. If I give my permission, he'll come home when he's done." My poor dick just lay there against my leg. It hurt enough not to want to get hard again for awhile. She was right about one thing, fucking her was a big letdown.

I had anticipated having this delicious fuck. Instead I almost had the skin scrapped off my dick in the tightest cunt I've ever encountered. Joyce kept up her chatter as she kept kissing and licking my chest. Her head worked lower. She was going to suck my dick. The way I felt, I didn't want her to touch it. When her head slid down, I grabbed her. "Not Yet", was all I said. She looked at me. There was pain in her eyes. "Trust me Sam, I've done this before. " This time, she gave me some of the most tender, sweetest cocksucking I've ever had. Her lips were as soft as a breeze, her tongue soothing. She had me hard real fast. My hands dropped down to her head. I would have been content to fuck her mouth till I came but she had other ideas. She lifted her head from my dick and smiled at me. 

"Remember what I said about how to fuck my ass? I mean it Sam. I get nothing from it if you're gentle. The rougher, the harder, the nastier you are, the more I love it. I've read some of your stories. If there's one thing you love, it's to ass fuck a woman. The more she struggles and begs you to stop, the more pleasure you get form fucking her even harder. My ass should put you in paradise then." With that, she got up on her knees. She grabbed the pillows and laid her head on them. This put her tiny ass in just the right position. She looked utterly sluttish in this position.

Since she was offering her ass to me on a silver platter. Who was I to refuse her? I would give it to her just like she wanted it. I got up off the bed and stood along the side. I pulled her over to the edge. Bent over like she was, her ass cheeks spread apart revealing her puckered hole. I just hoped she was not as tight there as she was in her cunt. I took some Vaseline and rubbed it on the head of my dick. Then I rubbed some around her hole. I slid my finger in and it went in nice and easy. Joyce moaned as my finger sunk in to the hilt. She wanted it rough and nasty, well that was right up my alley. I pulled my finger out and slapped her hard across the ass. "All right you adulterous bitch. You want to be ass fucked? That's what I'll give you. All the pain your tight pussy gave me I'm gonna give to you in your ass." Joyce pushed her ass back even further. "Sam please don't hurt me. If you try to fuck my ass, I'll scream." 

I placed the head of my dick at her asshole. I pulled her back till it pushed in ever so slightly. Then grabbing her around the waist, I pulled her back as I rammed forward with all my might. Her scream into the pillow was bloodcurdling. I pulled back and rammed again. She lifted up her head. "Oh god Sam no. Not like this." I pulled back and lunged again. She told me no matter how much she begged and cried not to stop. I shifted my weight and pushed in from another angle. Joyce was crying and pleading with me to stop. "Sam I didn't realize you were so big. I don't want it any more." 

I slapped her ass hard. "Shut up you slut. I couldn't fuck your tight cunt, but your shitty ass feels just fine." I rammed her again. I was holding onto her waist as she tried to twist and turn away. "Sam you're tearing me open. Please stop, I beg you." I pulled out only to turn her over. I pushed her legs as far back as I could. I held her there as I grabbed my dick and pushed it up her ass again. Now I could watch her as I fucked her. Her face was contorted in pain. Tears rolled down her cheek. "Get used to it. I'm gonna fuck you like this every night I'm here." Joyce was shaking her head back and forth. "No Sam please no more. Sam it hurts so bad." I smiled down at her.

This was more than I could have ever hoped for. Gone was the memory of how her cunt had hurt my dick. She was mouthing the words "please" as I continued to ram my dick up her ass. "So you wanted me to fuck you all along? Well my tiny little bitch, you'll pay all week for not telling me. You and John laugh about me tearing up your pussy huh? Well from the time you walk in this house while I'm here, you will be ready for me. However I want you." I pulled out till just the head was in her; I pulled her to the edge of the bed and rammed it in. She screamed loud and long. "Do you hear me you cunt?"

"Yes! Oh Yes! Just stop. For god's sake stop." I couldn't hold back any longer. I began to fuck her as fast as I could. She kept up a stead wail as I pumped. Suddenly with a cry, I felt my cum boil up from my balls. It rocketed out my dick, right up her ass. At the feel of it, Joyce began to cum too. "Oh Sam! Yes Sam! Give it too me Sam! This is what I needed. Oh Sam! Oh! Oh! Oh!" I collapsed on top of her. She moaned as my shriveled dick pulled from her tight ass. I lay on top of her trying to catch my breath. Then I rolled off her and just lay on my back. Joyce groaned in pain as she rolled onto her side. 

"Oh Sam", she said through her tears. "If John fucked me like that I would be real good. You listened to me and didn't stop no matter how much I begged. He always stops before it gets really good for me. He says he can't stand to hear me crying and begging the way I do. But that's the only way I can get off. Thank you! Oh thank you Sam." I was trying to breathe. I must have sounded like a beached whale as the breath was sucked into my lungs.

No way could I give her this kind of fucking all week long. I'd be dead by Friday. We were both drenched in sweat from our workout. Joyce got up off the bed. There was pain in her every movement. "Let's take a shower. I need to feel the hot water running over my ass." I struggled to getup. We entered the shower stall and Joyce turned on the water. Why do women need the water so damn hot? I jumped out cursing her for trying to scald the flesh off me. I stood there as she let the water soothe her. Then she turned it down and I got back in. Joyce grabbed a washcloth and began to wash me. "If you fuck me like that all week, I may not let you leave." I laughed, "if I try to fuck you like that all week, I may not live." She washed me up and then I washed her. We lay back in bed smoking a cigarette and drinking some wine. Joyce turned to look at me. "Sam", she said sweetly. "Ever thought about a threesome with John and I?"

"No! Up until tonight, fucking you was just a fantasy. John's my closest friend. I would have never tried to fuck you before." She looked up at me. "John talked about getting you to join him and Margaret in a threesome. Before the two of you fuck that bitch, you had better take care of me. John is used to my tight pussy and no one has ever fucked my ass the way you did." She stopped talking and her hand went down to my dick. "Are you really going to use me all week. I'm sure you will think up some awful things that you will force me to do. You might even rip my clothes off as I walk in the door. I just hope you don't spank me before you rape me. I don't know if I could handle that." I smiled to myself. Joyce was a masochistic bitch. She wanted the pain and humiliation. 

Now I knew what she needed. And john, loving her the way he did, couldn't get into it for her. I slid my hands in her hair. Grabbing a handful I pulled hard. "Sam", she cried out. I pushed her head down onto my dick. "Listen to me you little slut. For the next week, you will do what I want, when I want it. I'm not John and I have no qualms about whipping your narrow ass. You like it rough and that's exactly how you'll get it. You'll take my orders and like it. And if you disobey, I'll tie you down to this bed, gag you and whip that pretty little ass till I get tired. Now suck my dick." 

I felt her mouth circle my dick. She began to suck it slowly. I wanted to let her know that I was the boss. I pushed her down until she gagged. I pulled her head off and allowed her to breathe. "Do you understand me?" her eyes were glazed with lust. This was how she wanted it. "Yes Sam. I'll do whatever you say. Please don't hurt me." I pushed her down and she worked until I came. Then I pushed her to the side and turned over and went to sleep. I had plans to make for tomorrow. Joyce was going to be a sore puppy when her husband came home.

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Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 1



Oh my lover! How can I live sanely after that wild and unbelievable week? I still find it difficult to accept that it actually happened, that I - that we - did all those things that had only ever been a fevered fantasy of my darkest nights. Maybe it is this lack of belief that forces me to write to you like this, put it all down. I don't know if I will ever send this to you, but as a diary of that momentous week, it will help me come to terms with the change you have brought to my quiet, sheltered life. Maybe reliving it, writing down all those things - may help me accept their reality. And, of course, I can reread and relive it each night I lie alone with only my fingers for company.

How innocent it had all seemed, those late night online chats with a distant stranger. A stranger who seemed to be able to read my secret soul, my hidden inner self. And read it so easily! It was frightening - and at the same time, so strangely liberating. You confused me so much, you made me question so many of my long held beliefs. What did it all mean? - That I had come across the one person in the world who not only understood, but seemed to share my depravity? Or more wondrous yet, that those fantasies, those desires, were not at all that unusual! They were fantasies shared by a great many people, from different countries, different cultures. That the things I felt were only part of the greater human norm? Oh, you tried to reassure me of the latter, but despite my own desires to believe you, I found it difficult to shake the convictions, and constrictions, of my upbringing.

You wrote about things that I had only dreamed about, not even knowing exactly what those feelings meant, or even how to label them - never mind how to put them into actual words. You freed that part of me, gave me those labels, wrote about those things and feelings that made me understand what it was I was seeking, however unconsciously. I told you things that made me blush when I recalled them in the cold light of day. I told you things that I had not even told myself - if that is possible - but it certainly felt like it. Your words, your seductive burning words, had me squirming in my seat, wet between the thighs. It got so that I would take my knickers off before logging on to read your latest depravities... and then rub and finger myself into a sweaty, quivering wreck. You made me tell you what I was doing, describe the intimate features of my life, of my body. Even now, I can feel the heat in my cheeks at the memories of those early, liberating acts.

There may have been a few thousand miles separating us, but you were fucking me every night - mind fucking me. When I begged you for pictures, images to feed my fever - you gave me more than I bargained for. And that photo of your veined and gnarled erection filled my dreams, as nightly I would fantasise, squatting over you, sinking down onto its length, of you filling me with your phantom seed, feeling it oozing and dripping out of me. I tasted you in my dreams, swallowing you despite the fact that I had always found that so unpleasant in reality... and contemplated acts that I had never dared. I indeed had enjoyed plenty of sex... but nothing out of the ordinary, nothing depraved. Vanilla sex you called it. Clumsy fumbles, muttered apologies and embarrassed silences. All so polite, as if it was too difficult to contemplate the crude slapping of sweaty skin, the flowing juices and sheer animalistic nature of being soundly fucked. Your became the raspberry whirl, the chocolate chip, sex of my imagination - and I ached for you each night, for the things you did inside my head, the forbidden desires that you caused to blossom in my darkest, wildest dreams. Rest easy, my lover.... You lived up to your promises.

When the chance came to accompany my boss, and most of the sales team, to the London office arose, I seriously considered not telling you about it. I was fearful, of my own fantasise - which could all too easily become a terrifying reality. I considered refusing the chance to go... but that dark part of my soul exalted, thrilled at the prospect of experiencing even that slimmest chance that maybe... just maybe...

You sounded pleased to know that I was due to visit your part of the world. And, reading between the lines, fearful of just what might be expected of you. You talk the talk, but could you walk the walk? I made it as plain as I could that I would be busy, surrounded by colleagues, not free from the nosey snoops and eagle eyed gossips, for any cosy meetings or assignations. But looking back, I guess I did drop enough hints to make my unspoken desires plain. If not, you did a wonderful job of reading my mind.


I was a nervous wreck all during the journey from the airport to the hotel. Sonil (my boss) and Shamila, one of the pool secretaries, both remarked upon the state of me - which I passed off as mere jet lag, or maybe something of the airline breakfast that disagreed with me. Shamila, a dark skinned, quiet girl had been assigned to share a room with me. She had been chatty for most of the trip, working hard to be friendly, and more than a little puzzled at my distracted indifference. Arriving at the hotel, unloading under the carport, I recognised you straight away. Standing casually near the revolving door, smartly dressed and as if waiting for a tardy partner. I thought my heart had stopped for a moment. It was an intense and frightening experience. You were not simply a fevered figment of my imagination, an electronic phantom that lived inside my home pc. You were a person - rather ordinary looking, harmless even - but I knew how your circumcised penis curved upwards when it was hard... while you, you knew my most secret, deeply hidden inner thoughts. You knew details of my sexual fantasise and darkest longings. I think I actually spent the rest of that week in a state of semi-shock - spine tingling, electrifying orgasmic shock after orgasmic shock.

The hotel lobby seemed very crowed, since a party seemed to be checking out, just as ours attempted to check in. Shamila, chattered on inanely as we joined the queue for the concierge. Being girly and exited, about sharing a room, seeing the city. I knew little about her, but so far had found her rather dull, her childlike enthusiasms wearing - I knew that I was being unfair, preoccupied with darker thoughts that jarred with her girly chatter. I was very conscious of your presence, having to fight hard not to stare at you. You photo's had been a good likeness. I had recognised you instantly. You had moved inside with the crowd, leaning casually against the wall, well out of the way. You were looking straight at me, each time I risked a glance in your direction. Once you gave me sly wink, then looked away innocently as if you were a total stranger. I almost wet myself. You were here, breathing the same air as I, surrounded by my company sales team in a hotel lobby - and I was juicing up just thinking about that simple fact. You turned your gaze back to me, then glanced pointedly at a service corridor the appeared to lead towards the bathrooms. You jerked your head in the direction of the corridor, and then walked nonchalantly down it. Your meaning was clear enough. Heart in mouth, I turned to my prospective roommate.

"Hold this a moment, Sham - I need the bathroom." And I handed her my shoulder bag, and hurried after you, my legs feeling leaden and clumsy. Around the corner, there was only a line of unmarked doors. I had no idea where you had gone! Then one door opened and your hand waved me towards it. As I approached, the door opened wider and you reached out to pull me roughly into the small room. 

There was a dim, naked bulb lighting the small room, allowing me to see that it was some kind of store room. It was dusty, with little space amongst the racks of cases and boxes. You held me at arms length and paused long enough to take a long and thoughtful look at me. I panted wordlessly under your scrutiny, feeling the wetness between my thighs. Seeing the obvious pleasure in your gaze, I felt the fear in me recede slightly. I breathed you in, male scent, hint of tabacco and spicy aftershave. I felt dizzy, hot with shame and lust.

"I so wanted... " I started, but you placed a finger to my lips and hushed me quiet. "Don't talk', you breathed. You reached between my thighs and rudely cupped my sex through my skirt. I froze with shock, the sudden crude touch of you turning my blood to ice. Your palm pressed against me, and you lips formed the words,

"You're not here to talk. You came here to be fucked." The crude truth of your words numbed me to my core. Your unsolicited touch was the only reason I had hurried into this grubby closet with you. My outraged protests died unspoken.

It also felt weirdly good, a relief. Nothing needed to explained, nothing to be worried about. I knew why I was there. I was there to be used by you, in whatever manner you choose, just as I had fantasised. It was a release, an abdication of responsibility. What ever was going to happen was not down to me or my actions. Stupid I know, but I had given myself into your hands. Your hard, capable, and oh so cunning hands.

When you leaned forward, brushing your lips over mine, I heard myself moan like some kind of animal. My pulse throbbing in my temples. The hand between my thighs moved down and up under the hem of my skirt. Your free arm slipped around my waist and crushed me to you, you mouth pressed roughly over mine and your hand once more cupping my sex. Despite my mental clamour, my body hungered for you touch, and I whimpered when you pulled the cover of my knickers aside to slide a couple of long, hard fingers deep into my cunt. A final mental scream, and my years of respectable behaviour blew away in cloud of animal lust. I sucked on your tongue and squirmed moistly on your impaling fingers. Foolish me... I never gave a thought to what doors I had just opened. You brought me back to shocking reality within seconds. Your mouth moved over my cheek and nuzzled my ear, and your softly whispered words turned my boiling blood to ice. I blush to remember the whimper that escaped me as your rough fingers withdrew from my body, the outraged shame I suffered when you lifted them to your face, inhaling the scent of me. Your eyes held mine, blatant, challenging, as you licked and tasted me. I cringed as you pressed a pussy flavoured finger between my lips, then shuddered as you spoke.

"Do you spit or swallow?" 

I froze, stupefied as the meaning finally penetrated.

"I am going to fuck your mouth." You confirmed for me.

"You ... I can't... I.." I finally stammered.

"Shut up, kneel down and open wide" and you commanded, your tone brooking no dissent.

Everything seemed dream like, I was light-headed and I felt so powerless, events so out of my control. I could never have contemplated giving you a blow job if the choice had been left to me! But it was not my choice, was it? The crowd of people only yards away never entered my mind. I was too busy grappling with the idea that you were going to put your penis in my mouth and that I was not going to resist such crudity. Numb, I let you press me down onto my knees, suddenly very aware of my aroma on your wet fingers. I struggled weakly, and totally ineffectually, and then watched mesmerised as you unzipped your flies and produced the veined organ that I had come to know in such fine detail from the computer images. The number of times I had masturbated over that photograph you had sent me. I had fantasised about this moment, this very act... and now felt so totally overwhelmed by the reality of it. You pressed the blunt tip to my lips and when I tried to jerk away, you held me firmly in your hands, fingers tangled in my hair. You forced me forward onto you, pursed lips firmly against the warm, living thickness. 

"Suck it" you whispered, and with gentle tugs on my hair, my mouth opened without any further conscious thought. Your thickness filled me, stretching my jaws further open as you forced yourself into me. I had never liked the act of oral sex, sucking on a penis - refusing to give blow jobs if I possibly could. It was degrading, something I had always resented doing... it gave me no pleasure at all. But this... this was not of my choosing. I was being made to do this, to blow you... No coy appraisal, no teasing licks or working up to the act of opening my mouth to you... You were using me, there was no romance, no gentleness. I was fully dressed, in my smart business suit, kneeling in a dingy closet with your dick in my mouth. Friends and colleagues a few short steps away, oblivious to the obscene act I was performing. I could feel the hunger in you, the urgency - you had been thinking about this for as long as I had. You wanted me, you wanted to fill my mouth, feel me swallow you. I don't think that I had ever been so hot and horny in my life. 

I struggled to breath, fighting not to gag as you thrust repeatedly into my open mouth. I could feel the smooth flare of your glans, the veined surface of your shaft, with my tongue, tasting the salt and the smear of pre cum, inhaling the scent of you. My pussy ached for your touch and without thinking I reached up under my skirt to rub my soaked knickers, rolling my eyes up to look at you. My left hand wrapped around the base of your cock, partially to restrain your thrusts, but more to feel your thickness, the throbbing warmth of you in my hand. Your face was all strained, tense and filled with a lustful, pleasurable agony. You acknowledged my strained glance by baring your teeth and groaning. Your whole body trembled already so close to release. The clear and graphic pleasure you were taking, watching yourself fucking my open mouth became unbearably arousing. My enclosing fist pumped the base of your shaft and I could feel the gathering explosion build to its climax. 'Swallow it!' you grunted, and I distinctly felt the pulse of your orgasm, as your cock jerked, and filled my mouth with your seed. I ground my clenched fist against my sex, throat flexed as I swallowed your slimy fluid... and my belly convulsed - and I had a strange little orgasm all of my own. I sucked, and I swallowed, until your spurts subsided. Rather breathless and still feeling dizzy, I licked and sucked the length of you cock clean. Despite my efforts, some had leaked from my lips, and I wiped my chin with the back of my hand. 

You tucked yourself away and zipped your flies up, then helped me to my feet. I was panting a little, from the sucking and from my own excitement. You rather surprised me by kissing me passionately, open mouth on mine, stealing the air from my lungs. Your hand reached up under my skirt and you cupped my tingling cunt in your warm palm, as if to signify your possession of me, and the promise of things to come. Your fingers sought the moist opening once more and I could feel the heat in my face, as my body pressed down onto you. I shuddered with shame and lust when withdrew your fingers and once more, deliberately inhaled my hot scent. My wide eyed gaze seemed to amuse you, then I was sucking on your soiled fingers, tasting my own arousal, my cunt juices mingling with your sperm. You kissed me again, sharing the subtle flavour of our sex once more. You murmured unintelligibly into my open mouth. Breaking the kiss, you spun me round, then slapped me hard on my behind. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, with your parting whisper ringing in my ears. 'Next time...."

I found Shamila waiting by the concierge, and took my bag from her. 'Everything alright?' she asked. 

"Of course, don't fuss - I'm fine." I muttered, still tasting your semen in the back of my throat. She gave me a rather funny look, then shrugged. 

"Our cases have been taken up already." 

She had collected the key for our room, and I followed her to the elevator still in heady post orgasmic daze. In the room, I unpacked on autopilot. Shamila certainly noticed that I was acting rather spaced out and kept asking me if I was alright. She was normally the quiet type, never volunteering anything, always keeping her own council. I mentally shook myself and tried to respond to her sensibly. She was darker skinned than I, with long, black hair that made her rather ordinary features more striking. Large expressive eyes and a button nose. A little on the plump side, but with a fit looking body for all of that. I knew virtually nothing about her personal life. She wore glasses, that gave her a kind of cute school teacher look. I knew that she was not married, but had no idea if she had a boyfriend or not. I suspected not, since she seemed extremely naïve and rarely understood the more risqué jokes that the male sales reps often cracked. I found myself wondering if she was a virgin or what she would think of the indecent act I had just performed in a hotel storeroom. I glowed inside at the sheer wantonness of it all. Had she sucked on a hard dick? I confess that I found myself heating up again, the sudden mental image of the demure Shamila on her knees, chocking down a long hard dick - your long, hard dick. The thoughts you stirred in me! I was still very sexually charged from what you had just done to me. I had never looked at another women with sex so much on my mind. I knew from you fevered writings how arousing the thought of a little girl on girl was for you... I wondered if her pussy tasted like mine? God, I was going insane with the lusted you awaked in me. I needed some release. I wanted to masturbate, relive that sordid, wanton mouth fuck and finger myself senseless. Shamila inhibited me enough that I knew that it would have to wait.

It was almost midday, and once we had freshened up - clean knickers a priority - and I had quickly dabbed at the odd semen stain on my blouse - we joined the rest of our party for a late lunch. The rest of day was taken up with various briefings I kept trying to work out what I felt about what had happened, what you did to me. I would always start off feeling disgusted with myself, with you. But each time I relived kneeling in that grubby storeroom being fucked in the mouth... I knew that I was a lost cause. I had enjoyed the sensation too much. I couldn't recall having felt like that since... since that time my older cousin had finger fucked me to orgasm at a family gathering. He had accosted me in coming out of the bathroom and I had been too frightened to cause a scene. I was totally innocent and he had easily frightened me into shocked silence, and had fingered my virginal pussy roughly. I often wondered how far he would have gone if we had not been disturbed. I had avoided him from then on, too frightened of him, of what he made me feel. Shame, disgust and explosive excitement at the forbidden nature of it all. 

I think I gave up trying to fight what my body was craving that first afternoon. I guess that I stopped worrying about it. What ever was going to happen... was going to happen.

The afternoon dragged on endlessly, and I hated every drawn out minuet of it. At last it all came to an end, and we were allowed to escape back to the hotel. A group dinner had to be suffered before we could escape to our rooms for an early night. Shamila unfortunately beat me to the room, and found your envelope with my name on it under the door. She raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, and I read the note in the bathroom. I made some lame excuse and popped out to use a call box down in the lobby, and called your mobile number. You never said a word about the days events, simply asking for details of our planned itinerary. When I told you about the theatre tomorrow night, you simply told me to wear something nice. Your tone made me shiver. Details complete, you wished me pleasant dreams (as you knew quite well what I would be dreaming about!) and hung up. Another time, another place - another person - and I would have been incensed at your treatment of me. As it was, come the early bedtime, and Shamila had to knock on the bathroom door to ask if I was ok again, as I had spent so long in there. Masturbating myself silly.




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 1



TUESDAY 

Waking up on that second morning, it took a little while for the events of yesterday to come to me. As the full horror of that brief encounter in the storeroom flooded back I felt rather sickened. I moaned aloud - and then had to cover up my confusion as Shamila was once again fussing over me. I almost confessed to her! I was on the point of blurting it out when I recovered and reined back my emotions. Breakfast was an awkward, silent affair, as I had slapped her down rather strongly - basically telling her to mind her own business.

The day was full of meetings, new faces and whirlwind trip around the company offices. I more of less put you totally out of my mind - but every glimpse of store room door brought back the taste of you. I was more than relived when the day's events reached their conclusions, and we all were shuttled back to the hotel. An early dinner, then it would be time to get ready for the evenings entertainment. My pulse rate increased at the thought.

The company organised theatre trip. It was Miss Saigon at the Haymarket. Rather a formal affair, and I dressed appropriately. I suspected that the evening would include some kind of theatrical performance of the participation type. In the bathroom I slipped on a white silk g-string and then the garter belt and stockings. I had rarely worn stockings before, but found them rather a sensuous experience. The air on my upper thighs, and barely concealed mound had me damp with anticipation almost immediately. I slipped into the long evening skirt and my dark silk blouse. I wore a bra that fastened at the front. Shamila made a joke about me looking good enough to eat, causing me to do a hurried double take - then figured that it was an innocent enough remark. I did start wondering if she suspected anything, as I was certainly acting very jumpy.

Taxi's whisked us off to the Haymarket, and we crowed into the theatre. I saw you straight away, my eyes automatically scanning the crowd. You were standing near the back of the foyer. You made a point of ignoring me, looking for all the world like an impatient husband awaiting a tardy wife. My heart began to beat faster. I could feel your eyes on me as we queued to collect our tickets, feeling you assessing me, my appearance, my dress. I became wet, right there, standing in the queue. I was once again, kneeling in that squalid room, fear and adrenalin coursing through my veins, chocking on your cock remorselessly fucking my mouth. A whorish slave to your animal lust. When I next looked, you had disappeared. I sat through the first half of the show with nervous anticipation. I don't think I heard more than the odd word or two. I squirmed uncomfortably on the seat, unable to get settled, the urge to soothe my own hot lust almost unbearable. Shamila again asked me if I was ok, and I distractedly attempted to reassure her. I ached to touch my clit, sate the hunger between my thighs with a finger or two. I wondered if you would approach me during the interval, and fought the urge to touch my anus, for if you kept your word, it would never be the same virginal opening again. Once the lights went up for the end of the first half, I walked round the back of the theatre looking for you. I ended up being buttonholed by my boss, who wanted to talk about the next days meeting with our London office. It was only when you pressed that note into my hand, behind my back that, I became aware of your presence. I scrutinized the note the first chance I had - it simply said 'Start of the second half - at the back'. I wondered briefly what you would do if I didn't turn up... but only for a moment.

Once the lights went down for the second half, I eased out of my row, apologising profusely saying that I needed some air. Shamila was all for going with me, and I had to be quite sharp refusing her. I hurried up the darkened isle, and found you waiting at the back of the auditorium. My worries and fears seemed to melt away as you enfolded me in your arms, your mouth one mine, and hungry, insistent. I was barely aware of your fingers opening my blouse, but when you undid my bra, and my breasts were suddenly free and very exposed, I stiffened in alarm. Although it was gloomy at the back of the theatre, it was far from private. Anybody in the rear seat could have seen me, breasts exposed, watched you suck on my engorged nipples - and then as you raised the back of my long skirt, my bare ass and the tiny white thong. I was suddenly panting with fear and adrenalin, as you groped my bare behind, then slide your fingers past the thong and deep into me. I could have died. 

But there were no cries of outrage or shock, and you finally relented, letting my skirt fall to cover me. You took my hand, not letting me even hold my open blouse closed and led me unresisting towards the "Ladies" sign, through the curtain, and then the door. I had a moment of panic and the urge to run back to the safety of the public auditorium. You held me firmly, murmured kind of reassurance then bundled me inside the mercifully empty room. I let you guide me into the end stall, silently urging me inside, before you squeezed in behind me. My heart hammered in my chest, I felt light-headed in you presence, almost as if I had been drinking. When your hands gripped me forcefully by my upper arms I couldn't help whimpering, then gulping apologetically when you hissed at me to be quiet. Inside the stall, with the door locked it was claustrophobically intense. Fear coursed through my veins, mixed with a horny excitement in a buzzing cocktail of chemicals that made breathing difficult. You turned me to face you, and forced your mouth over mine. I struggled as you kissed me hard, ignoring my twisting and feeble attempts to avoid you. My body craved you touch, while my mind screamed at me to resist your control. Your hands ran over my body, squeezing my ass, fondling my breasts. Then one ran up my back and under my hair, gripping me by the back of my neck. You pulled me back, and stared into my eyes.

"You're going to sit down and suck my cock, then I'm going to bend you over and fuck you." Fear and lust coursed through my veins. It was degrading, sordid... it was making me wet with anticipation. I couldn't...

I started to voice some weak protest, ignoring you hissed 'Quiet!' You pressed me down to sit upon the toilet seat, and you silenced my shocked mutterings in your wonderfully direct fashion. You unzipped your trousers, pulled out your throbbing erection and pressed to my open lips. I gagged, shut up and gave up trying to reason, or plead with you. I wrapped one hand around your shaft, holding you near the base, feeling your pubic hair on my fingers. I pulled back, not wanting to choke on you, and reached out with my tongue, and tentatively licked at the tip. The gentle approach was clearly not what you had in mind. You shoved into my open mouth, and I was once again struggling with the length and thickness of you. You pulled on my hair, making my head move back and forth, sliding my lips along your shaft. I savoured the raw male flavour, the tangible evidence of your hard and throbbing desire for me. I was giving you head within moments of our second ever meeting. There was a momentary pang of shame, of remorse, at what this must say about my character, but it quickly succumbed to the lusts that the act aroused in me. I was a dirty little cocksucker and I was loving it.

When the door of the Ladies banged open, I jumped, making you jerk as I caught you with my teeth, causing you to hiss in pain. I froze, you cock stilled, but continuing to fill me. Footsteps, that paused outside the stall door, and then a timid knock. It was Shamila! She asked if I was inside, while I sat immobile, your cock throbbing deep in my mouth. Finally, receiving no response, we heard her leave. 

"Friend of yours?" you whispered.

I mumbled unintelligibly around your cock, and with that, you pulled out of my mouth. 

"Not really - but she is sharing my hotel room."

"Wonder if she likes it up the ass?" you mused

Oh God - I had the sudden image of plump little Shamila on her knees with your cock jammed up her ass. I had never, ever, contemplated such imagery in my life before. Heat flared between my thighs, behind my eyes. Whatever my higher consciousness thought about such a sight, my body flamed with a consuming lust. 

Shamila's sudden entrance seemed to bring a natural pause to events. I was trying to get some breath back, when you were taken with my exposed breasts once more. I loved the admiring, pleased noises you made - I had always been unhappy with them, convinced that she had to bigger to be found attractive. Over the months you had almost convinced me that less was more, that the male stero type was exactly that - a stereotype, of a crude and working class mentality. The true gentlemen, the connoisseur, you insisted preferred the smaller variety. All I know for sure is that you seemed to get a great deal of pleasure from mine. Another new experience for me - having my tits fucked. You crouched, your slippery, spit wet cock sliding over my breasts, and I pressed my smallish, pale brown orbs together to form a gully for you to fuck. I revelled in the urgency in your movements, the frantic, slippery thrusts of impending climax. You groaned, then cursed as cock leapt and spat a stream of cum up my chest, to my throat and chin. I barely had time to register a sharp pang of disappointment, before my mouth was once more full of semen smeared cock.

I sucked on you... tasting you, both disgusted and thrilled... and you stayed hard, filling my mouth without any noticeable change. Your cum cooled on my breasts and throat, and I found myself rubbing the slimy stuff into my swollen, sensitive nipples. My jaw ached and I was just starting to wonder when this torment would end... then you pulled out of me, and helped me to my feet. I felt so powerless when you turned my round and forced me to lean forward, my hands resting on the seat to stop myself from falling face down. 

I was trembling as you pulled the long skirt up my legs and folded it roughly up over my back. Your gaze burned over my exposed bottom, and I heard you gasp appreciatively. I guess you liked the stockings, and that little white g-string?

I was more than ready for this, my body was hungering for the feel of you inside me. My mind was less sure, but totally submissive to events that seemed so out of my conscious control. I was suffering extreams of split personality - half desperate for you, urging me on ward, the other screaming in horror and outrage at what I was letting you do to me. Then all thought dissolved as you slapped my quivering bottom - the noise loud in the confined space. I shuddered as you ran your hands, hot and hard, over my smooth, cool skin, exploring my thighs and butt cheeks. The g-string gave you easy access to me, and I moaned when you brushed it aside, exposing my dripping cunt and shrinking anus to your steely gaze and your burning touch.

You were clearly in no hurry, taking time to run your hands over my swollen pussy lips, releasing the moisture that had been building all evening. Pussy juice wet my inner thighs and I moaned when you thumb pressed between my slick labia, and into my hot cunt. It felt so good, so what my body hungered for. Your fingers teased my anus, rubbing the tight muscular ring, scratching gently over the puckered opening, before probing gently. I knew that you had enjoyed and expressed desires about anal sex... and I had written back about my distaste, even fear of that act. Still... your fingertip felt good, so good that I found myself pressing back against you, ignoring the fact that it forced you finger deeper into my bottom. I sighed in frustration when you pulled out of me, then had to bite back a cry of pleasure when I felt your pussy wet thumb stretch my asshole a little wider. Two, long angular fingers squeezed into my cunt, twirling and twisting inside me. My knees shook so hard that I feared they could no longer bear my weight. I arched my back, taking more weight onto my arms, forcing my hips back, driving you deeper into me. 

Then came the heat and hardness of you cock between my upper thighs. Your thumbs spread me wide and the tip of your cock was rubbing against my dripping opening. I bit back a loud cry as your cock eased into my slippery opening. You drew back, the tip rubbing over my swollen, pouting lips. I ached for you, my knees trembling. The broad tip found me again, paused and then drove deep into my cunt, sliding past the slick wet lips and filling me with an uncomforting fullness. I had never felt so tight... or your cock had swollen appreciatively since filling my mouth. Deep, deep in me, filling me, driving the breath from me... and you were still again, buried hilt deep in my body. You hands stroked me, my bottom, flanks and round to tease my breasts. I was aware of the quivering of your body, pressed to mine, your impaling cock trembling... Slowly you drew back, pulling agonizingly out of me... Then you fucked me. God you felt so good... you felt so long and so beautifully hard. It was what I had been dreaming about - although my bending over, fully dressed in a public toilet like a cheap whore, had not been in my mental script. I was sopping wet, squelching obscenely as you filled me repeatedly, thrusting deep, knocking against my quivering cervix. When you plugged your thumb into my bottom, I yelped at the unexpected assault. You stretched me, but there was way too much pleasure coursing through my body to register any real pain. It was disgusting, it was crude and sordid - and it was going to make me cum hard and fast. I could feel my cunt clenching around your hardness and then my muscles were jerking in a sudden explosive orgasm. You fucked without pause, slamming hard against me, balls thumping deliciously against my open, swollen lipped cunt. You leaned forward, your hand covering my mouth to stifle my cries, thrusting hard and fast into me. My knees threatened to give way, and I was grateful for your other hand holding me around the waist, keeping me from collapse. You brought me to a second, shockingly fast orgasm, and you groaned when I bit hard against you fingers. Finally you paused the brutish assault, and while I sobbed, my head hanging down, trying to catch my breath. 

Now you fucked me slowly... long, full length withdrawal that had me whimpering, then an equally slow, deeply filling penetration. Despite a double orgasm, I had never felt so small, so tight... or a cock so full and filling... it had been a long time, too long, since I had last had a man inside my body. I don't remember my ex being any less well endowed than you... a bad memory, or do we shrink from lack of use? And for all that I was enjoying my tight, clasping cunt - it was clearly having its effect upon you too. You were groaning deeper, you body tense and clearly close to another explosive release. I was a little surprised when you suddenly slipped out of me, but as awkward as the cramped space allowed, I urgently twisted myself around, just in time to receive my first proper facial. Just like a porno movie!

Your pale, creamy fluid splashed across my face, my cheeks, nose and forehead. Then you found my open mouth and once more I swallowed hungrily, ignoring your hard pull on my hair, forcing my face into your groin, hearing you grunt and groan in the throes of you own climax. You leaned weakly against me for a while, your cock softening in my mouth. Then you shook yourself, pulling away and zipping your trousers up. I re-seated the soaked strip of my g-string and let my dress fall to the floor, hiding my shame from the world. I shakily refastened my bra and buttoned up my blouse. My thighs slid wetly against each other, my pussy seemed to glow with inner heat. Weak kneed and wobbly I emerged from the stall. One long hard, breast crushing hug and a long kiss and then you slipped away. 

A quick check in the mirror, a hasty smoothing of my roughly handled hair, and I staggered back to my seat in the auditorium. My abused bottom had me shifting around in my seat, unable to get comfortable, while my senses were constantly assailed by the smell of sex. I was sure I reeked of it. Shamila did give me some very curious looks, but feeling smug and sluttish, I managed to ignore her - more or less. The rest of the evening was pretty much a daze. Back at the hotel, I spent a lifetime in the shower, soaping my sensitive, much abused pussy giving myself a couple of sobbing orgasms in the process. I was very conscious of Shamila's eyes on me when I finally emerged, wearing a long comfortable t-shirt, and slipped into bed. I made it more than plain that I had no desire to hold a conversation with her and fell asleep almost instantly. 

End of Part One

Readers comments are always very welcome, (Always looking for ideas!).



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 10-12



Chapter 10

Two days later I rang Yoshi and Alicia. Alicia answered the phone and sounded genuinely pleased to hear my voice. We chatted like old friends, and by the end of the conversation she had invited me over for dinner on Friday night. She didn't mention Justin and I didn't ask, instead I hung up with butterflies taking flight in my stomach and found myself unable to concentrate on my work for the rest of the day.

That evening I arrived home as Justin rang to tell me he would be working late. I was disappointed and relieved; my thoughts of Yoshi had left me aroused, on the other hand my obvious distraction wasn't something I would have to explain to Justin. After fixing a cold chicken salad for dinner I flicked on the television and was channel surfing in an effort to find something to keep my thoughts from wandering when the phone rang.

'Hi gorgeous.' Amy's soft voice was the welcome distraction I needed.

'Hello Amy, how're you doing?'

'A bit lonely actually, wanted someone to chat to and thought of you. I'm not interrupting am I?'

'Nah, Jus is working late, so I'm all alone too.'

'Up for a chat then?'

'Sure.'

'What about dinner here with Jus on Friday?' Her question almost caught me out.

'Can't babe,' I replied, faking a cough to give myself time to think. I had been working on the story I was going to tell Justin in the back of my mind, and now I was trying to concoct a lie for Amy.

'You sick?'

'Nah, just choking,' I replied. 'Do you remember Yoshi and Alicia?'

'From the club right?'

'Yeah, well Alicia rang me and invited me to their place for dinner on Friday.'

'Oh,' Amy said after a short pause. 'With Jus?'

'No.' The silence over the line made my insides squirm with guilt. 

'So they specifically said no to Jus?'

'No he wasn't mentioned. By me either.'

'What're you up to Alex?' I sensed rising anger in her tone and realised that she was hurt by the realisation I was going to visit Yoshi and Alicia with motives that were far from pure.

'I dunno,' I shrugged. 'Really I don't. They might just want to catch up...'

'To discuss all the things you found you have in common, like oral sex and bondage?' Her voice was rising and I felt like I was being backed into a corner. The truth wasn't going down as well as I hoped. Well the partial truth, after all it was me that rang Alicia.

'What's with your attitude Amy?' I took the offensive. 'I like you, a hell of a lot in fact, but let's face it, I live with Justin so at the end of the day you're the other woman. I'm trying to be up front with you...'

'...so you like me a lot and respect me sooo much that you'll tell me up front that you're going to fuck around on me? And on Jus?'

'Yeah, that's right. Up front. Unlike what I've done to Justin. And for fuck's sake Amy, you took me to the club, how the hell can you moralise to me about shit like this?' Then the phone went dead.

'Fuck!' I yelled at the empty room, slamming the handpiece onto the table. Now my thoughts were a maelstrom of confusion. What was I going to tell Justin about Friday? Fuck them all was what kept coming to the front of my mind, but my selfishness left me a little stunned. Could I blame either of them for being hurt? I poured a straight vodka and downed it, leaving myself a little giddy. The second went down with ice and slower, and I was halfway through the third when the phone rang.

'Hello?' It was almost nine thirty and I suspected it was Justin.

'I'm sorry, really sorry.' It was Amy and my heart melted.

'Me too,' I replied. 'I should've spoken to you and Justin first before I said yes.'

'No, no, I actually appreciate your honesty and the fact is I'm jealous as all fuck.' The profanity sounded coarse and I pictured her drinking red wine and getting a little drunk.

'Jealous?'

'Look at your life you bitch,' she laughed, 'Justin at home, me on order across the way and now a hot couple that obviously want to pleasure you.'

'And all the complications that brings,' I laughed back. The comfort and closeness was back, just like that.

'Is your life always like this?'

'No, thank God,' I giggled. 'Except that I kind of like it,' I added.

'What, being a slut?'

'Hey,' I pretended to be offended, 'takes one to know one.'

'That's the problem for me I guess,' Amy's tone turned serious, 'I know you're not a slut and I know that you wouldn't do anything to deliberately hurt me.' She fell silent and I was trying to think of a response when she spoke again. 'Or Jus.'

'But I'm going to hurt both of you, is that what you're saying?'

'Nah, well not me I know we can't go on forever, but Jus, I can't answer for him.' We both fell silent.

'You know I can sort of see into your place from here,' Amy said suddenly breaking the tension. 'I'm guessing you've got the tv on by the way the lights are flashing.'

'Where're you?' I stood and looked out the windows. 

'Havin' a smoke,' she replied and my eyes were drawn to her balcony as her cigarette end flared. I walked out and waved across at her. 

'Can't see you without a light,' I said.

'I thought that's how you like it,' her voice purred back. 'I mean you know I'm here, watching, are you growing a voyeur streak?'

'I like looking at you,' I offered.

'Do you?' She was almost whispering and I found myself holding my breath as I listened to her. My lust was back, raging inside me and my clit was throbbing. 

'Yes I do,' I murmured back. 

'Tell me what you like about me,' she said. 

'I love your eyes, the curve of your cheek, your breasts are wonderful.' I gulped as I spoke, wondering where this was heading. I wanted to hang up and run over there to her, but at the same time something different was happening between us right now and if there was one thing I was really enjoying in my life was exploring things new. 'I love kissing your neck, my hands on your waist, my tongue in your pussy bringing you to orgasm...' I heard her hiss down the phone at that and smiled across the gap between us. 'I like holding you after we've made love.' I used that word with deliberate intent.

Then her balcony light came on and a moment later she appeared to me. Naked.

'Oh,' I squeaked. 

'I thought you liked looking at me,' she purred again.

'I do babe, I do.' 

'Undress for me, turn your light on,' she urged. I didn't hesitate, instead I flicked the television off, the balcony light on and stepped into the cool night air, placing the phone onto the small table there. I stripped off my skirt and blouse, unhooked my bra and slipped off my briefs. The cool air was a welcome and refreshing sensation against my skin. I looked across at Amy; the distance seemed so great between us, and yet I could see the darkness of her nipples and the strip of pubic hair. Her hair was down, hanging to her shoulders and like me one arm was up holding her phone to her ear. 

'Now what,' I giggled, filled with a sense of frustrated absurdity at our situation. Had we been in the same apartment we would have been all over each other.

'Touch yourself for me,' she whispered. The undercurrent of need in her tone cut my giggles short and wiped the smile off my face. I almost fell into the seat behind me and parted my legs as I had that first night, displaying my open sex to her and allowing my fingers to brush across the nib of pleasure that was buzzing in anticipation of being stroked. At that first contact goose bumps broke out over my entire body and my nipples went rock hard.

'God I'm horny,' I moaned. I was fighting against the animal in me that wanted to rub myself to a quick and violent release, instead slowly brushing my fingertips across my clitoris, building the pleasure and the passion towards what I hoped would be a great climax.

'Me too,' Amy whispered back and I saw that she had moved to the railing. From where I sat it appeared as though she was leaning out towards me, trying to close the physical distance that separated us. I dipped my index finger into the opening between my legs and shuddered, then added my middle finger. The animal was winning now and I began to piston my fingers in and out of my pussy that was becoming wetter with each passing moment.

'You're not alone,' Amy's voice whispered.

'I know, but you might as well be in another country,' I replied through ragged breaths.

'No, I mean Jus is standing behind you.' That made me sit up, pulling my fingers free and snapping my legs together. I stood and turned and sure enough he was standing at the window looking out with something like a dazed look on his face. His stare kept moving from me to across the way to Amy. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that she was still there at her balcony and had made no move to cover her nudity.

'Bring him out with you,' her voice said. I slid open the glass door and reached for his hand. Justin needed no more than a gentle tug to step onto the balcony with me. A quick glance at his crotch revealed a bulge. Here I was being unfaithful with another woman across the street and he was turned on.

'Welcome home babe,' I said, keeping the phone up so Amy could hear me. I tilted my head up and kissed him on the cheek.

'What's going on?' His voice sounded distance. After the long day he'd had at work he probably found the whole situation somewhat surreal.

'Amy and I had just started having phone sex,' I explained as matter-of-factly as I could. 'Wanna join us?'

'What?'

'Amy's gonna tell us what to do, and we're gonna do it.' I had already figured out that this was what she wanted.

'Take his cock out,' her voice commanded.

'She wants me to take your cock out,' I said and handed him the phone, squatting in front of him to work down his fly. I had to struggle a little to get his very hard member out from the tangle of boxer shorts and into view. 

'Yeah I'm hard,' he said. I stroked his shaft, ensuring that I wasn't blocking Amy's view. My juices were flowing freely now, I had Justin where I wanted him and I had an audience. An audience that turned me on. 

'Suck my cock Alex,' he said, his voice strangely devoid of its usual emotion. He was very spun out. I rammed my mouth onto him, wrapping my lips tightly around the shaft as I plunged him into my throat.

'Oh fuck!' There was emotion in his words this time. 

'What?' Justin sounded distracted as I continued my vigorous blowjob. I worked a hand between my thighs and began to rub my clit. It wasn't going to take me long.

'Of course I'd love it if you were sucking my cock.' I smiled as best as I could as I imagined her breathless voice asking him if he wanted her mouth.

'I want to come in her mouth,' he replied. I hoped Amy had other plans.

'Stand up and undress me Alex,' he said. I complied, removing his shoes before I stood, then his pants, his tie and shirt and finally his boxers. I leaned close to the mouthpiece.

'Can you make him fuck me please?' Justin listened then pointed to the balcony railing, so I moved to the edge and pushed my rump at him, spreading my legs and thrusting my breasts forward as I took hold of the railing. Justin entered me without warning, his entire length ramming into me to the hilt. But I was wet enough and eager enough to take it without missing a beat and at once we began to push and thrust against each other. 

We settled into a vigorous rhythm, our bodies slapping together, and when I glanced down at the office block adjacent to Amy's apartment building, I saw the cleaners lining the window again. It was too much for the exhibitionist in me and I came with a scream. I made no attempt to stifle it, instead wanting it to fill Amy's ears. I pushed back against Justin who grabbed my waist to steady us and we clung together as the buzz in my pussy rolled through my body, blinding my senses and making time stand still. Justin had to support my weight as my knees gave way and threatened to break our union. I heard the phone clatter to the floor but neither cared nor could do anything about it.

As the waves of pleasure rolled through me with a gradual abatement of their intensity I became aware that the phone was ringing. I saw it resting against the glass wall of the balcony near my foot and bent to pick it up, becoming aware of the presence of Justin's cock in my pussy as I moved. He began to pound me again as I answered the phone.

'Hello?'

'That looked nice,' Amy breathed. 

'It was amazing, he fucks me like no other.' I looked back at Justin and saw that his gaze was now switching between Amy and the cleaners. 

'Even better than Yoshi?' Once again her words brought me crashing back to the reality of my dilemma. Complete faithfulness and honesty against an opportunity for a sexual encounter that was going to be a highlight of my life. I hoped.

'I'll tell you after Friday night,' I shot back, and cut off the line. Sliding the phone onto the table I pushed Justin back into a chair, then turned my back to him again and lowered myself onto his waiting shaft. I shuddered again at the penetration and began to bounce on his lap. Justin's hands found their way to my chest and he fingered my tight nipples. The phone rang and he went to answer it but I grabbed his hand and returned it to my breast.

'She can watch, but that's it,' I growled. We fucked like that for a few minutes until my legs began to cramp. I had to stand and as I did I saw that Amy's balcony was in darkness again. I pulled Justin to his feet and led him inside, casting a look and a wave at our audience of cleaner's who clapped and bowed in response. 

I flopped onto my back on the sofa and spread my legs, hooking one over the back. Justin slipped between them and entered me, his mouth meeting mine. He began to make love to me, not too tenderly but with enough passion and feeling that I felt loved by him. I stroked his back and when our kiss broke apart I smiled into his eyes. And he smiled back. 

'Come in me,' I whispered, 'like this.' His pace increased and I saw the glazed look enter his eyes.

'Ohhhhh,' he groaned, collapsing forward and thrusting into me, his weight threatening to crush me. 'I love you Alex,' he said in a strangled voice as he came inside me, his semen hot and sticky inside me. 

'You're a heavy boy,' I finally had to say after the post-coital bliss began to wear off and his heaviness struck me. He slipped out of me and lifted his body, sitting at my feet. He smiled at me then his gaze struck to my pussy which I imagined was open to his eyes. 

'My cum is trickling out of you,' he said softly, then reached out and ran his finger over my opening. I shuddered. 'Still horny?'

'A little,' I admitted. He smiled at me then leant forward and placed his mouth over my opening. I squealed as his tongue entered me and realised that Justin too had come a long way since the club. He would never have gone down on me after coming, but now, having had a transvestite's come fill his mouth and having swallowed it, it was apparently no longer taboo. Lucky me.

My body writhed under his fingers which found their way to my opening and clit. His tongue and finger twirled, squeezed and pinched me until I was on the edge. Two fingers pumped into and out of me, and as he sensed my climax he twisted them and rubbed against my G-spot. I came with a wordless gasp, my back arched and eyes squeezed tightly shut. It was less intense and quicker than my previous orgasm, but no less satisfying. 

Later we lay naked in bed, wrapped around each other.

'So how did that all start?' he asked.

'Amy rang for a chat, and I dunno, it just happened.'

'Sure,' he replied sceptically. 'I often end up naked while talking to my buddies on the phone.'

'Have you had sex with many of your buddies, or find them sexually attractive?' I kept my tone light and innocent.

'Well, no,' he laughed.

'Well there you go, and are you complaining about getting to see us naked and fuck me while Amy and the cleaners watched?'

'Yeah, well no, I guess not.' There was no worry or caution in his tone. Clearly he didn't think Amy was a threat to him. Then again Amy didn't think she was a threat to him either. Only I did.

Chapter 11

Thursday evening, before I had to try out my excuse for wanting to go out alone, and allow me to betray Justin's trust with a couple I hardly knew, he told me that Jerry and Cameron from work had invited him to play poker.

'I asked if you could come and they said sure. Do you wanna?'

'Let me guess what they really said,' I replied. 'Jerry said I can come over if I agree to play strip poker and Cameron said I could serve drinks. Topless.'

'Ah yeah, something like that.' Justin grinned sheepishly and I let him stew in his collective mateship guilt. 

'Yeah, maybe I'll come over and be your topless wench for the evening.' Justin coughed and looked at me wide eyed. 'And maybe Amy would like to come too, I'll ring her in the morning and ask.'

'Piss off,' he laughed, and I laughed with him, despite the rising guilt and tension in my stomach.

'Nah, you know what, I will ring her and see if she wants to go out and get pissed.' I looked at him and saw the interest in his eyes. 'You gonna stay at Cameron's place -- I assume that's where you're playing, Jerry's wife can't stand Cameron...' Justin nodded, 'yeah, well if you stay at Cam's place I can maybe invite Amy back here. Or stay over with her.' 

'Tease,' he said with a smile.

'Is that okay, if it happens?'

'You know it is.' He smiled his easy confident smile and the guilt twisted my insides into a tight knot. I was dragging Amy into my lie and I had done so without checking with her and with such ease that I was beginning to despise myself. 'So would the two of you being our topless bar wenches.'

We went to bed shortly after dinner and Justin just held me, which was nice because I felt too ill with self loathing to have sex. He let his semi hard cock press against the cleft of my buttocks, but respected my non response. 

He was fast asleep when I awoke, so I showered quickly, decided against breakfast and fled to work. It was a highly unproductive day, not helped by Amy's sullen tone when I rang her and asked her to be my alibi. She agreed readily enough, but I could tell some of the jealousy had returned. 

At about two I had doubts, and rang her again. She didn't answer and I suspected she didn't want to talk to me again. 

Then she rang back fifteen minutes later. 

'I saw I had a missed call from you.' She sounded like her old self again. I wondered if the men in her life had found her mood swings, both sudden and wide, too much to handle.

'Yeah,' I said, unsure of what to say. 'Look, instead of being my alibi, how about we go out, have dinner, get pissed then go to your place and see what happens?' There was no response and I imagined the expression changing on her face as she considered my offer.

'What about Yoshi?'

'To be honest, I feel so fucking guilty that I don't think I want to go.' Honesty. Raw and in her face.

'Oh.' I wasn't sure but it sounded like she was disappointed.

'What's that mean then?'

'Nothing. I just.' There was another silence, which I finally broke.

'For fuck's sake Amy, tell me what you're thinking.'

'Yeah, well actually I've been getting a bit of a buzz thinking about what its going to be like when you tell me about what happens tonight.'

'What?'

'Well you know I'm going to grill you for every little detail?' I hadn't considered for a second, until then. 

'So you want me to go.'

'Yes, why'd you think I'd agreed to being your alibi?'

'Cos you're my friend?' I suspected I sounded incredulous, mainly because I was.

'And don't forget your lover.' She spoke quietly now and I suspected she was close to other people. 

'I haven't forgotten.' We sat in respective silences. 'Come with me.' It was a spur of the moment decision.




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 10-12



'What?'

'Come with me, to Yoshi's.'

'Why, so I can run interference on his girlfriend?' The jealousy was coming back again, and I suddenly knew that this cute blonde had some deep emotional issues.

'No, so we can fuck them together.' The line went dead, catching me by surprise and I suddenly had no idea what was going on. Or what I should do.

Ten minutes later my phone announced the arrival of a text message. From Amy. "CU@6?"

I knocked on her door right on six. She was ready, dressed to kill like I had never seen her before. A tight white tee shirt that clearly showed that she wasn't wearing a bra and ended to reveal her midriff, tight jean cut off shorts and ankle boots with two inch heels that looked like they were alligator skin. Her blonde hair was carefully unkempt, her eye makeup darker than normal that gave her eyes a sunken slutty look, and her lips a dark shade of brown.

Beside her, dressed in a short sleeve button up red shirt and black cotton pants I felt like a demur librarian.

'Don't you look naughty.' My voice choked in my throat as my lust rose. Unable to control myself I reached out and cupped, then caressed her breast through the tight cotton. It felt soft and firm at the same time and my cunt throbbed. 

'Hello Mister Able,' Amy spoke, looking over my shoulder. It was with some reluctance that I released her breast and turned to see a gentleman of around seventy who had just stepped out of his apartment across from Amy's. His eyes, large and watery behind thick glasses gawped at what he had just seen. 

'Hello Amy, oh...' he trailed off, completely lost for words.

'This is my friend Alex,' Amy offered by way of introduction, her tone that of a little girl with good manners.

'Hello,' I smiled offering my hand. He looked at my hand for a moment, both of us registering that it was the same hand that had been caressing Amy's breast, then he took it and shook, not meeting my eyes as he mumbled hello in return. His skin was dry and felt paper thin, the by-product of ageing. I wondered if in his youth he, like Justin, wanted his girlfriend to have a threesome with their neighbour, whether he had let a transsexual come in his mouth or let his girlfriend fuck strangers so he could get at another woman.

The thoughts vanished as he shuffled down the corridor to the elevator. 

'Well he's never going to look at you the same way again is he?' We laughed at that and the sparkle in Amy's eyes made me realise that the happy go lucky girl who I was so attracted to was back.

'I think I'll ask him on Monday if he met my younger sister while I was away over the weekend.'

'Oh her,' I laughed as we walked towards the elevator having allowed Mr Able his escape, 'the one that looks far less wholesome than you.'

As we slid into the waiting cab, Amy took out a thin studded leather collar, and fastened it around her neck. 'Tonight I'm yours,' she whispered, leaning against me so the cabbie couldn't hear us. 'Whatever you want me to do, whoever, however, I'll do it. If you want me to take Yoshi's girlfriend aside so you can have him to yourself, just tell me...'

'Shhh,' I hissed, embarrassed by her willingness to bend to my every desire and whim.

'I'm just telling you,' she said and rested her head against my shoulder. The address Alicia had given me took us into a semi industrial suburb that in the deepening gloom was not the most reassuring place to be. The few houses we saw were the staple of current affairs program that liked to focus on drug dealers and other outcasts of society, with broken windows that were boarded up, front doors that were either missing or simply left open, their paint faded and peeling like the dreams of those who lived within.

The cabbie stopped outside a low warehouse. The guttering across the front hung from one end and bounced with an awful squeak in the wind that was increasing as the darkness rolled in.

'You sure this is where you want to be?' 

'I think so,' I replied, trying to sound confident. 

'I'll wait until you know, okay?'

'Thanks,' I replied and we alighted onto the pavement. The wind whipped at my shirt and hair and I had to pull some loose strands from the corner of my mouth. The front door was made of steel mesh, and embedded into the concrete was a button, which I pushed. 

'Hello Alex?' It was Alicia's voice and I felt some relief. 

'Hi its us,' I replied and as the buzz of the lock being released sounded I pushed at the door which swung inwards and turned to wave at the cabbie. He accelerated away with such haste that I wondered if he knew things about this part of town that I didn't want to know. 

The door clicked securely behind us and we found ourselves in a narrow alleyway that seemed to run the full length of the warehouse. We followed it until another doorway presented itself, this time at the top of two plain concrete steps. Security was more overt here, with a camera looking down on us as we approached. I found the camera's presence somewhat out of character to the laid back nature I associated with Alicia and Yoshi. Before I could press the button beside the door it buzzed open and we stepped into the world of our hosts.

It was pleasantly warm inside, warm enough to be naked was the thought that entered my mind. My one track mind. But the aromas of cooking washed across us and filled me with memories of coming home from school on Monday afternoons when my mother, and her mother, would be finishing their day of baking and making for the week to come. 

The inside of the warehouse was in total contrast to its exterior, and the image presented by the suburban wasteland outside. We were standing inside a mostly open plan, modern apartment. The main living and dining area was tastefully furnished in functional and comfortable, but not overly ostentatious furniture. The room was lit by inset lighting that was adjusted downwards to provide a warm ambience without detracting from the effect of the various artworks on the walls and cultural knickknacks that sat upon various shelves and table tops.

To our right was the kitchen, a stainless steel and expensive looking gourmet chef's paradise. And here was Alicia, completely gorgeous, pouring three glasses of red wine. She smiled as we approached and I heard Amy whisper "yum" under her breath. Alicia's blonde hair was down, hanging to her waist. Her makeup was still understated gothic, dark around the eyes, purple lipstick, two lines of blush accentuating her cheekbones. She wore a pair of crimson leather hipsters that hugged her perfect figure. They were stitched in purple and dotted with chromed studs, all rock chick, all sex appeal. And her breasts were encased in the matching leather bikini top. Or bra. No studs there, but the same stitching and her creamy skin bulged just perfectly over the top to draw the eye without appearing to be crammed into one size too small.

'Hello ladies,' she said, offering us a glass each.

'What a gorgeous place you've got,' I said, accepting the offering, 'just so different to the outside.'

'Yeah,' she laughed, 'the location and the outside meant we got it cheap, allowed us to do all this.' She swept her drink around the room and my eyes followed it's motion. 

'Where's Yoshi?' I pretended I was examining the large dot painting that somehow both stood out with its concentric circles in blue, yellow and red on an ochre background, and yet fitted into the décor so well. 

'Don't worry Alex,' Alicia laughed, 'he's as keen to see you as you are to see him. He's just getting some more wine and some ice.' I felt myself blush at being so obvious and could only glance at Alicia for a second before forcing myself to step deeper into the large room.

'You look naughty Amy,' Alicia purred, and from the corner of my eye I saw her reach out and brush her fingertips over Amy's cheek. I felt a stab of jealousy, 'she's mine,' I wanted to say. But I remained silent and was rewarded when Amy closed the short distance between us and leaned against me.

Alicia gave us a quick tour of their house, including showing us the paintings in some detail, all of which she had painted. Another aspect to her life that caught me by surprise. Yoshi barged through the door as Alicia was refilling our wine glasses. By then I was starting to relax, to let go of my anxiety and anticipation and I felt in control as I saw him.

'What a vision!' he exclaimed, almost throwing a bag of ice onto the counter. Alicia moved quickly to arrest it as it slid towards her. Three bottles of wine were placed with more care, then he lifted himself across the counter and Alicia leaned towards him so he could kiss her on the cheek. I watched the muscles in his arm tense and resisted the desire to caress their definition. Then he dropped back onto the floor and turned towards us.

'Mmmm, Alex,' he breathed into my ear and pecked me on the lips. Chaste, but oh so promising. 'And look what you've brought with you.' He turned towards me with a quizzical smile dancing across his all so kissable lips. 'A plaything for you?' I glanced at Amy and saw her blush and decided I wanted to keep the upper hand. I reached out and caressed her full breast, flicking the nipple into hardness.

'I might share,' I murmured, my eyes locking onto his.

'So might Alicia,' he laughed, and danced towards the kitchen. 

'Touché,' I said, allowing a myself a small smile. Rascal, irrepressible, gorgeous. Yoshi kissed Alicia on the cheek and poured himself a glass of wine.

'Its not quite right Alex,' he exclaimed, placing his glass down with enough force that it seemed it would break on the granite bench. 'Amy dear, come with me,' he said, extending his hand. Amy glanced at me and I smiled and offered her the faintest nod. I noted her obedience with a small thrill of delight and watched as she accepted his hand and allowed herself to be led down the corridor towards the master bedroom.

'What do you want tonight Alex?' Alicia turned and asked me the question as soon as the door had shut behind them.

'What do you mean?'

'Well, I know you came here wanting more of Yoshi, they all do,' she smiled as she added the last part of her sentence. 'So I presumed Amy was here for me?'

'Ah, no,' I frowned. 'She wanted to come and...' I wondered why I had brought Amy with me. Her presence was distracting at all levels, had I been here without her, well I would have been the centre of both their attentions.

'And?'

'And I have no idea.' I laughed and raised my glass to her. 'Here's to whatever happens.' Alicia smiled and our glasses clinked together. 

The bedroom door opened again and Yoshi emerged, alone, grinning like a Cheshire cat, as he often did, like a poor comedian who kept laughing at his own jokes despite no one else knowing what they were. He walked up to me, turning to look back down the corridor and pressing his hip against mine and snaking his arm around my waist. Without waiting to be invited Alicia slipped against me on the other side, and at that moment I wished I hadn't brought Amy with me, that this sensation of being sandwiched two such adorable, sexual beings, could have been mine all night.

'Amy dear,' Yoshi called out and at once she emerged. She still wore the tight white shirt, but her lower half was covered, partially covered, by a classic red and green chequered school girl's skirt. Her hair was in pigtails, matching Alicia's but so much more carnal on her young body. 

'You're such a sick fucking deviant.' It was Alicia that spoke first but there was humour in her voice and she was smiling as she spoke.

'Sick, naughty and so damned talented at making women look sexy,' Yoshi corrected her.

'If you want to fuck under age women,' I added in a low voice.

'Who doesn't?' Yoshi's tone challenged me.

'Fuck off Yoshi,' I smiled at him. 'You want to fuck women like me, with enough experience to know when you're coming and daring enough to slide their finger up your butt to make you come harder than ever, not some sixteen year old who lies there and doesn't move.' Alicia laughed out loud and kissed me on the cheek.

'And not mention open enough and curious enough to want to go down on your girlfriend and make her come too.'

'Oooh, now you're talking,' he smiled. Alicia met my eyes and I drew in a sharp breath at the lust I saw there. Amy walked to me and slid her arms around my waist, across the top of Yoshi's arm and pressed her breasts against my chest. She tilted her head up and we kissed, open mouthed, tongues exploring. Her breath was hot in my mouth and my clit throbbed as we kissed. But part of me held back, the jealous part that wanted to know what Yoshi had done to her in the bedroom as she dressed; what he had done to spark her arousal. It didn't occur to me that she was turned on because she sensed my arousal. The jealous part of the brain can switch off logic and common sense.

Yoshi dragged Amy away and the four of us sprawled onto the sofas. As if sensing my unease Alicia slid onto the sofa with me, her hips pressed against me and close enough that when she put her arm on the back of the sofa, it was behind my head. I felt wanted and my jealousy was again subdued. We chatted idly about our week, me studiously avoiding any mention of Justin, Alicia refilling our drinks twice more. Amy sat at the far end of the sofa from Yoshi, her eyes darting from me to him, her knees drawn demurely up onto the sofa and pressed together to ensure we didn't see anything we weren't supposed to. I wondered if she was wearing panties, but the thought was banished as Alicia rested her cheek on my shoulder and her tongue caressed my earlobe.

'Come with me,' she whispered, then stood and walked down the corridor to the bedroom without looking back.

'Excuse me,' I murmured, placing my wine glass carefully on the coffee table, then stood still for a moment when my head began to spin. Once I was certain I wasn't going to stagger I followed Alicia. The bedroom door was open so I walked in without waiting to be asked.

'Close it,' she said. I did as she asked and looked at her wondering what she wanted from me. Or had Yoshi given her some unnoticed signal to get rid of me so he could get at Amy?

'You feeling a little insecure Alex? For the record Yoshi didn't ask me to take you out of the room.' I smiled but felt a little uneasy at how easily she seemed to be reading me.

'Let's dress you...like me.' She grinned and pulled out a second pair of pants identical to the ones she was wearing, but in reverse colours, purple leather, crimson stitching and a matching purple bra. She fished out a pair of purple heels that matched the crimson ones adorning her feet. 

'Strip bitch,' she laughed and I couldn't help myself but smile. Her relaxed attitude was contagious and I understood why Yoshi was with her, beyond her good looks at least. I was down to my panties when she pulled me to her, her fingers lacing into my hair and yanking me with enough force that I cried out in pain. Her lips mashed against mine and as I tried to regain my balance she spun me and pushed me onto the bed where I landed face first. 

I put my hands out to break my fall, and was about to push up and turn when she landed on my back, driving me against the covers. I felt the buttons of her button up fly being thrust against my behind with enough force to push the material of my panties into the cleft of my buttocks. 

'Alicia, no...' I gasped. 

'Shut the fuck up Alex,' she replied, pressing her chest against my back. Her voice sounded calm and level unlike my heavy breathing as I engaged in a futile struggle to free myself. I knew now what an insect must feel like once it gets stuck in the spider's web. 

'You're looking and sounding way too tense honey.' As she spoke she forced my legs apart with her thigh and began to rub my slit through my panties. 'And I'm going to help you relax by making you come, okay?' I struggled again, but the chemicals of pleasure my brain was releasing told me to stop resisting. So I did.

'Okay,' I whispered. Alicia's body began to writhe against me, the pressure she applied enough to arouse me further whilst keeping me under her control in case I should attempt to escape. But I had no such intention. Instead I wanted this chic rock chick to fuck me into oblivion, which seemed to be her intent. I let all my tension go, forgetting about Amy, Justin and even Yoshi. 

Alicia's thigh was riding me towards the climax that I had been dreaming about all week, even though my fantasy had pictured Yoshi there, not her. I became aware that the edges of her leather bra were no longer rubbing on my back, and instead the soft flesh of her breasts was now caressing me. 

Alicia used one hand to turn my head, and her tongue invaded my mouth. It was too much for me and I came, squealing into her mouth and my body tense, but this time in exquisite pleasure not the suffering of stress and anxiety. It felt as though the core of my stomach was being turned inside out and trying to exit through my throbbing cunt and I felt as dirty and debauched as I could remember. 

I seemed to emerge from a mist to find myself on my back, Alicia stroking my breast and playing with my nipple as she propped herself on her elbow and smiled at me.

'Thank you,' I whispered. It was as loud as I could get my voice.

'Don't worry, I intend to get repaid in full,' she murmured. She leaned over and kissed me and I responded. It was slow and lazy and wonderful. 

'Let's get you dressed,' she said and stood, dragging me to my feet. Her breasts swayed as she scooped them into her bra, then led by her I dressed until we looked like twins. Except I was brunette and she blonde.

I was still in a state of post coital bliss when we re-emerged into the lounge room, and it was a testament to Alicia's skill that my levels of tension didn't rise at all when we found Amy on her knees in front of the sofa, Yoshi's cock sliding in and out of her mouth. It was a slow, deliberate action that was designed to give lasting pleasure and was unlikely to give someone of Yoshi's experience and skill release. 

'Mmmm, didn't waste much time did they?' Alicia whispered in my ear. Yoshi looked over and smiled.

'Wow, you two look hot together.'

'We looked hotter a few minutes ago,' I giggled. Alicia had been correct -- with my first climax out of the way my jealousy was gone. Instead I felt like I did at the club, excited but in control, curious and calm -- at least on the outside.

'Shall we join them?' 

'No, I want to watch my little slut suck that beautiful cock.' I saw Amy's eyes widen then she seemed to intensify her sucking action. I knew then that she really did want me to own her, that for some reason her fantasy tonight was to be commanded. I crossed to the sofa and sat down at the far end from Yoshi, giving me a perfect view of Amy's fellatio. Her eyes locked onto mine as she continued administering her pleasure, but I refused to smile as I watched her mouth wrapped around his long smooth cock. 

'Do you want to come in her mouth Yosh?' I didn't take my eyes off Amy as I asked, but I saw his head turn to look at me from the corner of my eye.

'Hmmm, tempting but I want to fuck her, and you, maybe come in your mouth hey?' He sniggered as he spoke and I wondered if he was ever serious in his life. He would have to be one day, life had that habit of sneaking up on you with things that slapped you in the face, kicked your ass and knocked the wind out of you leaving you looking at everything through different eyes. Of course, it was possible that Yoshi had already been through such a time, and this how he turned out, irascible, irreverent, the perennial clown.

I reached behind me and unclipped the bra, throwing it onto Yoshi's chest as he reclined against the back of the sofa. My nipples were rock hard, as much as from watching Amy as from Alicia's earlier pleasuring of me. I tweaked and twisted my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, sending lines of pain and pleasure arcing from my breasts straight into my groin. I was aching to feel him inside me, but loathe to let him see my need. So instead I stared at Amy, watching her eyes and feeling the thrill of knowing that she wanted me to tell her what to do. 




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 10-12



'Come,' I mouthed and beckoned to her. At once she let his cock slip from between her lips and I watched as it slapped against his abdomen. Without a glance in his direction she crawled along the sofa to me, sliding into my arms and lowering her head to my nipples. Her tongue was a velvet soft caress and her lips gentle as they closed around the erect tip and sucked it inside the warmth of her mouth. I moaned and looked Yoshi in the eye. He was smiling broadly and was sliding his hand along his shaft. I couldn't recall if I had told him of the voyeuristic pleasure I experienced at watching a man masturbate, but now wasn't the time. His long thin fingers stroked his long, smooth shaft, squeezing the head with every second or third motion. 

Despite the Sapphic display before him, Yoshi's eyes bored into mine and seemed to be trying to read my mind. He raised his hand to his lips and I saw the sheen of his pre-cum coating the tip of his forefinger. He paused then slid it into his mouth, his lips forming a perfect circle. I moaned and pushed Amy from me, ignoring her protest as she slid to the floor with an awkward thump. I crawled to him, my breasts hanging downwards and our lips met, closed and chaste at first, then I licked them, tasting his pre-cum before he opened his mouth and our tongues met. 

I sighed into his mouth and slid onto his lap, straddling him and grinding my crotch against his shaft which was now pinned between us. His hand found their way to my chest and he began to play with my nipples and squeeze my breasts as we kissed.

'Would you two like to be alone?' Alicia's voice dragged our mouths apart and I sat up to turn and look at her. From the half smiling expression on her face I gathered that her question was serious, so I smiled back and shook my head.

'Uh huh,' I replied, 'I need to eat your pussy later.' I glanced over my other shoulder to see Amy sitting with a pouted look against the single chair that was unoccupied. 'Would you like Amy to eat you while I fuck Yoshi?' Amy's eyes flashed at me but I could neither tell, nor cared, if it was anger or lust that moved her.

'Leave her alone Alex.' Alicia's voice was soft but carried a hint of warning that I was treading too close to whatever line she felt comfortable with. 

'Oh I have no intention of leaving her alone, later.' I smiled at Amy and she smiled back, so I beckoned her over. The friction between Yoshi's cock and my leather pants had built up enough heat that I could feel the warmth. Amy walked up behind me and I tilted my head back so we could kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth with force and caught me unawares. I broke the kiss off and looked at her.

'You okay?' She bent and lowered her mouth to my ear.

'I love you,' she whispered, 'so please don't hurt me. Use me physically, but don't hurt my heart.' My heart fluttered and I pulled back to look at her as she straightened up. I stopped grinding against Yoshi, a feeling of guilt forming in the pit of my stomach, and cupped her cheek, guiding her face back to mine. I pecked on the lips, quick glancing contact between us, and smiled at her again. 

'I won't, okay?'

'Okay.'

'Then go fuck Alicia for me...and for Yoshi. I'll join you soon.' With that she walked away, unzipping the tartan skirt and stepping out of it. 

'Get naked bitch,' Amy ordered with good humour. 

'Yes ma'am,' Alicia murmured and I heard Yoshi groan. I turned to look at him, despite wanting to watch Alicia's fine form become naked.

'Are you okay?'

'As long as you women-folk can sort your various insecurities out.' He laughed at his own joke and dragged me down so we could kiss again. He pushed against my crotch now and I held still to let him stimulate himself.

'Will you go down on me please Alex? I want to watch those lips of yours wrapped around me.'

I smiled that I would and slid off him and down onto the floor, parting his legs. I pulled his cock away from his chest and ran my tongue around his glorious swollen glans. I looked into his fathomless eyes, and slid as much of him as I could into my mouth. He wasn't huge in girth so my mouth wasn't too stretched and in turn this allowed me to get him deeper into my throat. As the gag reflex started I backed off a little, then clamped my lips around his shaft to prevent air escaping and drew my head back. He groaned so I guessed it felt good, so I repeated the process several times. Then all at once he grabbed my hair and wrenched me off his cock, gasping as he did so.

'Fuck that hurt,' I exclaimed. 

'Sorry, I nearly came,' he panted. I grinned at him then stood, kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my pants. In a couple of second I was naked before him, then moved to straddle him again. 

'Think you'll last in my pussy?'

'No,' he grinned back, 'but I'm willing to try.' With that I moved onto the sofa and slid my hips forward over his legs, grabbed his cock and guided it into me. I was wet enough that he had no trouble entering me, and I slid down his length in a slow controlled motion, our eyes locked on each other as I did so. When he was completely inside me I rested my weight on him, and wiggled my hips forwards and backwards. I could feel the tip of his cock tickling my cervix, but it was the pressure of the top of his shaft on my clit that stole my attention.

I began to ride him as though he was a horse and I was urging him onwards, faster. Into a trot, then a canter, my hips thrusting forward, then pulling back, Yoshi fully inside me the whole time. His lips sucked on my hard nipples and his fingers traced patterns up and down my spine with just enough touch to form goose bumps on the back of my neck. Then he came inside me, no warning noise, nor even in the tension of his body, his come simply started to spurt into me. I stopped moving, wanting to fully appreciate the sensation of his climax, and in closing my eyes I became aware that whilst his mouth was still attached to my right nipple, he wasn't moving at all. His cum felt hot inside me, spraying against my cervix whilst his rigid shaft remained impaled to the hilt. Then he dropped back to rest against the back of the sofa. 

'Wow,' I said. Then Alicia took me by the shoulder and firmly, but politely, pushed me aside and off her man. I needed to straighten my legs and so allowed myself to flop beside Yoshi, and watched from his point of view as Alicia slid her mouth over his still hard cock. Yoshi remained still, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed the only sign that he was conscious. Alicia's tongue lapped at his length cleaning both his juices and mine and it appeared to me keeping him erect. I had never seen a man do that before, at least without the aid of Viagra, but I was watching it now. 

When she had finished she stood and I saw that she was naked, her breasts beautiful and round, her vagina completely bald and her pussy lips reddened and wet from what I guessed where Amy's ministrations. Then she leaned over to me and we kissed, her tongue seeming to shovel the offering she had gathered from Yoshi's temple of pleasure into my mouth. And I accepted the salty, bitter but highly sexual gift. I have often wondered about what changes occur in our brains when we are sexually aroused. I mean if I offered you a glass of woman's cunt juice for lunch in the office would you drink it? Would I drink it if combined with a loving spoonful of man come? Let's not pretend we're that open minded. I'm not. I'd go crimson with embarrassment and act as if I didn't know such things existed, let alone admit that when aroused I'd slide my tongue into my partner's rectum to make his climax more intense. And then lick his come from his chest and thighs.

So we kissed and I heard the sharp exhalation of air from Yoshi's lungs announcing that he was back with us from what ever place of meditation he had entered. I slid my hand onto his lap to confirm that he was still hard as Alicia's tongue lapped around my lips. He was. Alicia stepped back and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. 

'My turn,' she said and I slid against her body. She led me to the other sofa, where Amy was reclining, her panties gone now but her glorious breasts still encased in the tight white shirt. Her legs were parted and she was looking at Yoshi with undisguised lust. Alicia didn't glance at her as she turned and slid beside Amy, throwing one leg over the blonde's thigh and reaching between her legs to open herself to me. 

'Make me come like you made him come, please?' I looked at Alicia's face and saw that she was begging me to pleasure her. Somehow, as she watched me fuck her man into submission, she had relinquished her earlier control to me. Again I knelt between the thighs of a lover, this time one with smooth hairless legs and I ran my tongue from the inside of her knee to the sinew at the top of her thigh, that tight flesh beside her pussy. I could smell her desire and it aroused mine as unsated as I was. I formed my tongue into a hard point and traced it around the outside of her pussy. Her hips moved in small jerks as she tried to get my tongue to touch her where she really wanted to be touched. I grazed my top lip over the hood of her clit, then kissed her abdomen and ran my tongue into her navel. 

As I explored her midriff I pressed my breast bone against her sex, grinding against her. She pushed back, her thighs slipping onto my shoulders and she squeezed my head as if to threaten me physically. But her power was gone, she had begged for this and I would only give it to her on my terms. 

I moved back down to her sex, using the fingers of my right hand to pull the hood of her clitoris back. A tiny diamond stud glinted at me, encased in sliver and unable to control my lust I flicked my tongue over it. Alicia squealed and her hips jumped in response. I began to caress the stud and her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking it in slow rhythmic up and down movements. Her clit visibly swelled until the hood rolled back of its own accord, so I removed my fingers and sucked her into my mouth. Alicia whimpered and for the first time I glanced up at her face to see that she had her eyes closed and her mouth open.

Then Yoshi knelt beside me, between Amy's parted thighs.

'Can I fuck her Alex?' All of a sudden I was in control of three sexual beings. And I loved it.

'If Amy wants you to,' I said lifting my mouth from Alicia's clitoris. 

'Please,' Amy whispered and I glanced across to watch his cock disappear into my friend's body. Amy tried to pull his head down to kiss him but he resisted, instead offering his fingers to her mouth. I felt a little stab of victory that he would kiss me, but not Amy. Then I went back to work on Alicia.

I clamped my mouth onto her now, nipping and licking her bud and then rammed the middle and forefinger of my right hand into her wet pussy. 

'Oh fuck yeah!' And fuck her I did, my fingers exploring every depth of her that they could reach while my mouth urged her to finish. Amy must have been watching Alicia because as she came against my mouth, her release announced by a series of ever louder gasps and moans, I heard Amy come with a shriek. The two blondes thrashed their way through their climaxes, legs akimbo, bodies heaving and eventually I had to break the contact with Alicia to avoid being struck by a flying limb.

I sat back on the floor, my legs tucked under me with as much demure shyness as one could muster given our debauched circumstances. Yoshi too had pulled out of Amy, whose posture left her hips twisted upwards revealing the puckered entrance to her rear passage. 

'Get a condom Yosh, I want you to fuck Amy in the arse.' Amy looked at me and again I saw the flash in her eyes, but this time I knew it was lust. Yoshi stood a little unsteadily and walked to the kitchen. I helped Amy into a kneeling position against the back of the sofa, my hands caressing the smoothness of her buttocks and the backs of her thigh which were wet with her come. 

Yoshi had already rolled a sheer red condom onto his length and was rubbing lubricant onto it. As he moved behind Amy I parted her buttocks and Yoshi positioned himself by bending his knees a little. I watched, breathless, as the rubber encased head of his cock pushed against the seemingly closed entrance. Watched as Amy breathed in, closed her eyes then seemed to let all the tension escape her body. I was transfixed as the puckered entrance opened before my eyes and then Yoshi filled the gap. She clamped on him and he stopped, pulled back a little, then pushed deeper. In five thrusts he was buried into the hilt. Then he began to thrust in and out of her, his hands gripping Amy's waist, his fingers exploring her skin under the edge of her shirt. I reached between his legs from behind and cupped his balls, letting them sway a little in my palm as he thrust back and forward. 

I glanced at Alicia and saw dark clouds in her expression. Releasing Yoshi I slid between her legs and began to stroke her wet sex with my fingers.

'What's up?' I raised my eyebrow as I whispered the question.

'I won't let him do that to me.' 

'So?'

'He's only supposed to fuck men that way.'

'Maybe he'd like to fuck me in the arse too.' Alicia's head snapped around to look at me, then she relaxed as she saw the smile on her face. I lifted myself to her and we kissed, and then I worked my mouth around to her ear.

'He won't kiss her, did you notice that?' Alicia nodded that she had. 'And he'll be in your arms tonight, not her's, nor mine.' Alicia put a hand on my cheek and moved me back so she could look into my eyes. 

'Don't make him fall in love with you, okay?' I smiled, partly because what she was going through was the same emotional turmoil I had when I watched Justin looking at Amy.

'I'm not you Alicia,' I purred, caressing her breast as we spoke, 'this artwork, this life, I can't offer him that, only a mouth and a pussy.' She smiled at me. 'And my arse if he's a really good boy.' She laughed silently and we looked as Amy began to growl. Yoshi had pushed her shirt up above her breasts and those perfect globes were swaying back and forth as they fucked. Amy came again, a growl and a shriek somehow coming from her throat at the same time. Her body twisted and turned as she climaxed and Yoshi forced his weight against her to pin her under him. As she seemed to recover he began to thrust into her without mercy, driving himself towards another orgasm. I wanted to experience it again, so I knelt beside him looked up at his face and opened my mouth as wide as I could.

Yoshi looked at me and I saw a small frown form on his forehead. Then he pulled free from Amy's arse, ripped the condom from his shaft and thrust himself into my mouth. I clamped my lips around his hardness and let him fuck my mouth, my arms down my side as I submitted completely to him. This time I could see the orgasm coming, his abdomen tensing and his knees shaking a little. His first jet came as he was pulled almost all the way out of my mouth, coating my tongue and forcing me to swallow at once. Then he thrust forward and I gagged as the second spurt filled my throat. Somehow I knelt, resolute and let his orgasm ride into my mouth, a wanton slut there for his pleasure. My dinner rose into my throat but I forced it down, with a dessert of come for good measure. My stomach churned but Yoshi's pleasure was paramount and his expression told me that he felt that this was about as good as it could get.

Finally he staggered backwards, falling onto the other sofa. My tongue felt thick with his come and I struggled to swallow what was in there as I slid between Amy and Alicia. The three A's, all lined up like his little harem. I looked at our man and saw that his cock had softened and was lying on his thigh, wet and sticky. 

'I'm gonna clean up, who wants to come for a shower?' Alicia stood and I followed. It was a platonic shower and when we emerged I found the others had dressed, Amy again in her school girl's uniform. I dressed in Alicia's clothes to ensure I could still compete, but Amy nodded towards the door, a sign she wanted to go. 

Both Alicia and Yoshi were comfortable and warm when we departed, kissing us both, and closing the door behind us with a smile and an invitation to return that was genuine. I wondered if they would fuck each other, but doubted it. Maybe in the morning, I thought to myself.

Chapter 12

Outside, the cab they had ordered, was waiting. As we drove away the evening began to feel surreal, so I reached across and gripped Amy's hand.

'You okay?'

'A bit sore actually,' she replied and I laughed.

'I meant, you know, here.' I tapped my head and heart.

'Oh,' she laughed. 'Yeah.' Our eyes locked and I knew that she was. 

'You?'

'Sure,' I replied.

'Jus?' 

'Yeah. Maybe...' I thought about the man I lived with. Christ, what had I started here. Well, he started it when he knew a cute blonde lived in the apartment across the way and liked to watch. He wanted more, and now he had it. Careful what you wish for.

'Wanna go crash his poker game?' I asked.

'Why?' Amy looked surprised at the suggestion.

'Cos you're right, I feel guilty so I should go and take you with me, impress his mates with how hot we are, tell them I'm going to share him with you, and then if you want to...well we can go back to our place.'

'What the fuck Alex?' Amy laughed and shook her pretty head. 'I don't get you, after all that...'

'Excuse me my lucky bitch, I didn't get fucked in my tight little arse until I came...' both of us glanced forward as we suddenly remembered we were in a cab. The driver either pretended not to hear or didn't understand English. I hoped for the latter. 

'In fact I didn't come at all.' It was a lie of course, Alicia had made me come quite nicely in the bedroom.

'Poor baby.' Amy pouted in pretend sympathy. 'Come back to my place then.'

'Enough cheating for one night, I need to make amends, even if he doesn't know why.' I fished my mobile phone out of my bag and flicked it open, my fingers rapidly sending a text to Justin to see if he was still playing poker.

He was.

'Okay,' she said in a small voice. I thought she was tired out and was going along for me. I would find out eventually, that she was scared of being with Justin again.

I re-directed the taxi driver and twenty minutes later we stepped into the cool air outside Cameron's house. The light was on in the front room, streaming out from the sides of a poorly fitted curtain. I didn't knock, instead I turned the handle and we walked in. I closed the door behind us quietly so that they wouldn't hear us, and we paused to listen. Some loud rock music was playing from the front room, accompanied by the all too loud voices of the obviously intoxicated. I reached over to Amy and stroked her nipples until they protruded through her shirt.

'Let's go have some fun,' I said, and in we walked. It took a moment for the three men to realise that they had company, and it was Jerry who saw us first.

'Holy fuck,' he said, standing then swaying where he stood, unsure of what to do next. Cameron looked over and I saw the lust in his eyes as they devoured my leather clad body. Justin turned to look, his eyes widened then he stood and walked towards us. I took Amy's hand and let him kiss me, then pulled her in close and urged them to kiss. Justin opened his mouth a little too widely and Amy pecked his lower lip and turned away.

'Don't be a sleaze Justin,' I admonished him, 'you can fuck me once we get home.' I spoke down to him to let everyone know in the room that we weren't here for more than a bit of harmless fun.

'Woohoo!' Jerry bellowed in a boozy voice.

'Take me home too,' said Cameron, pretending he was joking when I knew he wasn't. He'd propositioned me one night when we were all out about four weeks after I had started going out with Justin. I had never told Justin about it, I didn't want to be the girl who broke up the friendship. But I knew what Jerry's wife couldn't tolerate Cameron. He had probably hit on her too.




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 10-12



We joined the boys for a few hands of poker and both Amy and myself had a couple of drinks. When Cameron suggested we play strip poker, I was relieved that Jerry batted the idea out of the room. He was many things, and happily married was one of them. It saved me being the one to say no.

At around three I nudged Justin and told him it was time to go. He looked at me with annoyance.

'Amy'll come home with us,' I purred.

'Holy fuck,' Jerry said, again.

'You lucky prick,' Cameron muttered and his eyes met mine. I couldn't see his soul, just two hard glittering blue eyes that in all honestly scared me a little. 

We staggered into our apartment at three thirty. I pushed Justin against the wall as the door shut behind us, and tugged his belt loose. His cock was swelling inside his jeans as I fumbled the zipper down, then knelt to pull them down over his hips. As I did so Amy pressed against his side and I looked up to see them kissing intensely. I had a small warning light go off in my head, one that said now would be a good time to stop this. But I knew that would lead to an ugly scene and I wasn't ready to instigate one. Not now anyway.

I helped Justin step out of his shoes and pulled his socks off, watching as his hand found its way under Amy's skirt and began to caress her buttocks. If he probed her there, I wondered if he would find the entrance sticky. His cock jumped out at me as I pulled down his undies and I wrapped my hand around it, then slid him into my throat. His shaft was rougher than Yoshi's, more masculine in a way. 

'Oh Alex, that's fucking great.' Amy slid to her knees and we took it in turns sucking him, then ran our tongues along each side of his shaft. Throughout our performance he groaned and moaned and swore, his breath sounding sharp whenever we met at the tip and kissed each other. We were being his porn stars for a night and I knew he was loving it. Amy wouldn't look me in the eye, but Justin's drunken swaying and cursing was enough to keep me focussing on him.

We found our way into the bedroom, shedding clothes until we were naked. Justin ordered us around like we were expensive whores, which we were happy to act out. I licked Amy to an explosive orgasm, she fingered and licked me but just as I was about to come, Justin pushed her onto her back and fucked her. No condom, no protest from her, no protest from me either. I realised at that moment that with Amy here I was helpless to say anything that might invite her to tell Justin what had happened earlier in the night. 

I watched, playing with my clit until Justin pulled me on top of Amy and proceeded to fuck one of us, then the other, but was too drunk to build up the rhythm that either of us needed to come again. I enjoyed the sensation of our bodies pressed together however and Amy and I kissed as gently as Justin's drunken pounding would let us. Eventually Amy pushed me from her, then made Justin lie on his back, before crawling between my legs. Her mouth latched onto my sex like it was custom made for me, her tongue driving into me and drawing pleasure from my core to the surface of my skin where she played with it, and me. Her tongue would thrust into me, then withdraw to slide around my clit, down the length of my slit and press against my anus before tracing around my labia and then slamming back into me. 

Time stood still as she worked her magic and I was almost oblivious to Justin kneeling beside me stroking his cock and aiming it at my breasts. Amy's hands pressed firmly onto my hips, holding me still as her mouth worked me over in a cadence that seemed practiced and skilful. 

I came in a rush of exquisite pleasure, white noise filling my ears and a rainbow of 70s psychedelic colours exploding across my eyes as every fibre of my being was centred on the orgasm that wracked my body and brain. I can remember lifting myself, or trying to lift myself off the bed to force myself against my lover Amy's mouth and fingers, wanting to force her to give me more pleasure, and then I came again, the second orgasm shorter but no less intense. 

The tension left my body as Amy finally broke the contact between us, and when I opened my eyes again I could hear Justin's breath coming in short gasps. I looked over to see that we was lying on his back, his head propped up on the pillows so he could watch as Amy engulfed his length into her mouth and throat. I could tell that he was close by the way he had balled his hands into fists and the glazed look in his eyes as he watched our blonde love toy suck him into oblivion.

She took his first spurt into her throat, I could see his orgasm as his hips lifted in uncoordinated spasms, and I wondered if that is what I had looked like. Completely out of control. Then she deftly pulled back, opened her mouth wide and looked Justin straight in the eye as she directed his subsequent expulsions onto her tongue. His seed dribbled down her chin, some flicked across her cheek, then she plunged her mouth down onto his again as he seemed to relax. Justin gasped but the smile on his face told me he had just been to heaven and back. 

Amy slid from the bed when she was finished and ducked into the en-suite to clean up. I snuggled Justin and he put one arm around me, pulling me close. We kissed and sighed.

'That looked good,' I murmured.

'It was,' he slurred and I knew he was close to passing out. Amy returned and snuggled against him on the other side. I wanted to thank her, but sleep closed over my brain like a thick blanket and I passed out where I was.

I awoke the next morning with a bursting bladder. It was still dark outside. I tip toed into the bathroom to relieve myself, and when I returned realised that the bed was empty. Confused I slipped on my robe and walked out into the apartment. But it too was empty. There was no sign that Amy had been here, that her mouth had pleasured me to a wonderful climax only hours before, then taken Justin orally until he spurted his come into her mouth. 

I waited, wondering what was happening, until weariness pulled me back into the bed. I awoke at midday to an uninhabited apartment.

Justin returned at six that evening, unshaven and I could smell the sex on him. Her sex. 

'I want to break up,' he said. He couldn't look me in the eye as he told me that it was over, that he wanted to see what would happen with Amy. I wanted to tell him that she wasn't interested in him, but I knew he wouldn't listen and I was no longer completely sure that she wasn't. I wanted to ask him to stay, to beg him to stay, but of course I don't beg anyone for anything. Well that's not entirely true is it? When I'm VERY turned on and feeling VERY naughty I'll beg my lovers to do the most carnal things that they can imagine. But that's different, isn't it? I have no pride then, like I do when living the rest of my life.

So he packed a few things and was gone by seven, mumbling that he would pay a month's rent and get the rest of his stuff while I was at work. I cried a lot.

Two years later and Justin has gone, moved on by Amy. Amy and I are friends again, perhaps closer than ever to be truthful. And occasional lovers, but we keep the men in our lives unaware of our mutual affections. Yoshi and Alicia are married and I see them from time to time. They have settled down and while Yoshi flirts madly with me, he no more than flirts. Alicia was wrong, Yoshi loves her deeply.

My life has many bumps, but I love the journey.



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Mr. Smith and Girl Friday

The evening was clear and pleasant as Rob and Susan walked to dinner. Strolling hand-in-hand through the hotel grounds, the lovers reveled in each other's company. They did not say much during the walk because they did not have to. The sky was clear and the stars began to show their shining faces. Susan imagined them winking at her and her husband. Susan cuddled up to Rob and momentarily placed her head on his shoulder.

The tradition at the Green Vale Guest Hotel was for the guests to gather before dinner for a wine tasting, where they could become acquainted and the chef could present the menu. With a glass of wine in their hands, Rob and Susan chatted with a nice couple celebrating their first anniversary and another celebrating their twenty-third. They also met another couple who were expecting their first child and wanted to spend some time alone before their life became very busy.

The host seated Rob and Susan in a quiet corner of the softly lighted dining room. They shared good food and a bottle of wine. They talked about nothing important and simply enjoyed being in each other's company. 

The husband and wife took their time walking back to the guesthouse. The evening was just too nice to rush things. However, the temperature had dropped since the couple walked to dinner. Rob placed his jacket around Susan's shoulders, then put his arms around her and shared his warmth. Arriving at the guesthouse, he opened the door and bowing, invited Susan to enter. "Why thank you sir," Susan giggled and stepped over the threshold into the living room. That is when she spied the large red envelop, a small suitcase, and two packages on the couch. 

"What is all this?" Susan inquired

"Instructions, props, and a small gift for being such a good sport and the best wife a man could ask for," Rob proudly replied.

"Oh my!" Susan cried as she flung her arms around Rob's neck and kissed him very passionately. Susan held tightly onto Rob as their lips and tongues danced together. She moved in such as way that there was no guessing that she wanted to tear their clothes off and fuck on the couch. With superhuman resolve, Rob separated from Susan.

"Slowdown my love. We have all weekend for that. Now, sit your lovely ass on the couch and let's go over the ground rules," Rob invited.

"Ground rules? Well, if it involves a present for me, I guess I can listen for a little while," Susan said snatching her gift off the couch. 

"We agreed that after dinner, we would start. I am calling our game 'The Spoiled CEO.' I am a business executive who is traveling. You are a special escort sent over by my good friend Ricardo. I am accustomed to getting what I want and you are to provide any service I want. You are not to play a mindless bimbo. The man is used to women who are creative, assertive to a point, and not afraid to go after things they want. Keep in mind that I am in charge so if you push too hard I have every right to punish you," Rob said with a grin.

"Sounds reasonable," Susan replied. "How do we start?"

"It is all in this envelope," he answered. "But first ... open your present." 

Susan unwrapped the gift and withdrew a lacy bra, lacy boy shorts, and a satin chemise with matching thong, all black. "Rob! These are wonderful. Do you want me to put these on now?"

"Not yet. You may need them later," Rob said. "Now I am going upstairs to change. Please open the envelope and read the instructions." 

As Rob left Susan proclaimed, "I love you and I am very, Very, VERY horny. Given the opportunity, I would rip your clothes off you and we would fuck all night. I mean a night of 'illegal in 38 states' fucking."

With a smile Rob responded, "That is good to know," and climbed the stairs. 

Susan sat on the couch and opened the envelope. Smiling she sat for a moment then opened the suite case and changed in to what Rob had requested, a dark blue business suit, black hose, and her favorite 3" stilettos. Susan decided she did not need a bra and left one or two extra buttons undone. There was no mirror to inspect herself so she threw the suitcase behind the sofa, picked up the last package, and step out of the guesthouse.

The temperature had dropped even more since Rob and Susan returned from Dinner. While the breeze was very light, it was enough to send the chill evening air through the silky material of her blouse (and open buttons) making Susan's nipples stand erect. Taking a deep breath to calm her and her libido, she knocked on the door.

Taking another deep breath, Susan forced herself to get in to character. She knew just how to play the part that Rob had asked. She played a similar type last year at the ski lodge. "Damn Rob, you wanna move your cute ass. It's cold out here." 

Finally, Rob opened the door. "May I help you?" he asked.

"Hello. Mr. Smith? I am Susan (she held out her hand). Ricardo asked me to come and see you. He heard you were in town and thought you might like company," Susan said flawlessly in character.

"He did?" Mr. Smith answered, taking her hand and eyeing Susan up and down. "I really was not looking for any companionship this weekend. But, it would be rude of me to turn down such a nice gesture from an old friend, especially on this chilly evening," he said eyeing Susan very erect nipples. Please come in and warm yourself by the fire." 

"Thank you, Mr. Smith. It is very chilly tonight and here I am without a coat," Susan purred as she slid by Mr. Smith. She set the package on the coffee table, ensuring she bent down just so and provided Mr. Smith a good view. 

"I must commend Ricardo the next time I see him. He certainly has an eye for fine things," Mr. Smith said.

"Thank you," Susan replied as she sat on the sofa. Leaning forward, using the undone buttons to her best advantage, she offered Mr. Smith the package. "This is for you. Ricardo left instructions that you should open it immediately. He was very adamant that your open it first."

"Sugar and Spice International ... impressive. Knowing Ricardo, I think I am going to need a drink. There is a bottle of Virginia Gentleman over on the bar. I like it neat. Please help yourself to whatever you like." Mr. Smith watched Susan walk across the room, admiring how her heals made her legs look and how the dress caressed her hips and curves.

"I do not think I have ever seen Virginia Gentleman before. I thought bourbon came from Kentucky. What is your usual?" Susan asked.

"Two fingers please," Mr. Smith responded. "Actually, grain bourbon was first distilled in Virginia and this particular is the last of the Virginia distilleries. It has been around since colonial times. There was a distillery near my childhood home and I developed a taste for the bourbon in high school."

"Impressive but from the description Ricardo supplied, I pictured you as wanting the fancy stuff," Susan commented.

"Fancy is overrated and we all have our biases and comfort foods," Mr. Smith answered.

"I didn't know bourbon was a comfort food. Here you go," Susan said handing Mr. Smith his drink.

"Thank you. It comforts me so to me it's a comfort food," Mr. Smith answered. "Cheers! ... OK ... Let's see what that friend of mine has in mind. Would you open the package for me?" Smith asked handing the package to Susan.

"It would be my pleasure. What woman does not opening gifts," she answered and opened the package. "Oh My!" she exclaimed and pulled out a leather collar, a chain leash, a set of wrist cuffs, set of ankle cuffs, a blindfold, a pair of Japanese nipple clamps connected by a silver chain, and a riding crop. She also pulled out massage oils, condoms, a small plastic bag containing a toothbrush and other essentials, and finally a red envelope. "You and Ricardo must have some history," Susan said handing Mr. Smith the note.

"Read it," Mr. Smith commanded 

"Yes sir," Susan replied. Opening the envelope, she read, 

"Smitty -- Thanks for that red-head in Miami. And yes, she was natural! I never knew things so large could be so firm. This makes us even!

Ciao, Ricardo"

As Susan started to comment on the note, Mr. Smith raised a finger, cutting her off. "I want to lay things on the table. I had planned to have a quiet weekend and was not looking for companionship. Since a good friend who has never steered me wrong sent you, I have reconsidered my original plans. Yes I think I would enjoy a 'Girl Friday' of sorts for the weekend. Plus, as I said, Ricardo does have a very good eye (Susan blushed) and he knows what I like. 

My philosophy is to ask my employee to accept an assignment. I rarely force a project on a person. I provide all the information they need. They can choose to walk away from the project with no ramifications. However, if they accept, I expect them to put their heart and soul into the project and produce the highest possible results, going beyond my expectations which are high. Success is richly rewarded. Failure is not accepted.

So, here is the deal, my Girl Friday. If you accept, I will expect you to act upon my every whim and more than likely go beyond what you feel comfortable doing or even agreed to when you accepted this assignment. Or, you can also walk away now and there will be no negative results.

Take some time, but not long. I am going up stairs to get ready for bed. Join me or leave. Your choice." Mr. Smith stood and finished his drink. Grabbing the toiletry bag, he went up stairs.

She was flabbergasted. She did not expect that speech. "Damn, he's good. I never realized that fully dressed he could make me this wet." She thought and decided no matter what Mr. Smith asked she was going to go all out. 

Friday slipped out of her clothes and into the chemise and thong. For extra measure, she placed the collar around her neck and attached the leash. With butterflies in her stomach (which surprised her), she gently placed a barefoot on the first stair and almost silently climbed the stairs.

Mr. Smith was lying on the bed reading a book of erotica. He was shirtless in a pair of black silk boxers. "I hope this was the answer you were hoping for Mr. Smith," she said in a diminutive voice. 

"Yes, it was." he replied. "Now, quickly gather everything from downstairs and bring it back here." Friday raced downstairs, collected the gifts and the suitcase, and returned to the bedroom. "Place the case in the closet and the gifts here by the bed. You will find all you need in the bathroom. And warm the massage oil." 

"Yes, Mr. Smith," Friday acquiesced. She moved gracefully around the room doing as she was ordered. She was not sure if it was the silky material of the chemise softly caressing her nipples or Mr. Smith's dominant. In either case, she was very horny and getting more so by the second.

Returning from her errands, Friday rushed into the bathroom to "make herself presentable and warm the oil as had been asked. Exiting, she found Mr. Smith on his stomach lying on a towel. Without a word, she moved to his side, rubbed oil on her hands and began to kneed his shoulders. She worked his back and neck expertly and sensuously massaged his shoulders and neck. She traced paths over his skin with her fingernails, ending with a long, slow path up then down Mr. Smith's spine. She put extra care in to each action and was amazed at the level of arousal reached simply by rubbing her hands over his back. The room was a blaze with light but it was more sensual than if lit by candles. Friday floated in this mixed state of ethereal romance and earthy lust. 

Moving to the end of the bed, Friday sat "Indian" style and applied more oil on to her hands. She lifted one foot and started to rub it just as she did Smith's back. She massaged the arch, rubbed his toes, individually and together, and stroked his heal. She switched and repeated the processes on his other foot. 

Friday stood and slipped out of her chemise. "Leave the collar and leash," Mr. Smith commanded. "And the thong," he added. Returning to the bed Friday place his foot on her lap and started to worked his calf. He wiggled his toes and sent bolts of electricity through her body. She expertly worked her fingers into his calf for several minutes. Gently setting his foot on the bed, she lightly ran her fingernail lightly over the sole making his foot jump. "Careful Friday," he growled. Taking the other foot, she placed it in her lap and began to massage the calf. Her hands moved gracefully over his legs, gently rubbing the fragrant oil into his skin. 

Friday stood once again and moved up the bed. She straddled Mr. Smith's legs, warmed more oil in her hands, and began to knead his hamstrings. Each hand rubbed a single thigh, forming a "W" with the thumbs touching in the gap between his legs. She gently and firmly pushed her hands from his knees to his bottom and then slowly brought them back. Over and over she steadily caressed the long muscles. 

Then she stopped. 

Mr. Smith was expecting her fingers on a new location but was very surprised when he felt two soft, warm globes pressed against his back. Friday had applied oil to her breasts and was working the oil into his back with her breasts. She was tracing two parallel circles over his back. Sometimes she used all of her breasts, other times she used only her nipples. She would run her soft mounds the full length of his back and other times she would act as if she was sweeping home plate. Friday rubbed his back, making sure she completely covered it with oil. 

Friday smoothly slid the entire length of Friday's oil slickened back and stretched out, her naked breasts against his well-oiled back. "Mr. Smith, are you ready for me massage your front?" she whispered in his ear sultrily. 

"I believe so Friday," Mr. Smith replied. Friday stood, letting Mr. Smith flip onto his back. He situated himself then grabbed her leash and pulled her face to his. Friday almost lost her balance and braced herself by placing an arm on each side of Smith. He kissed her passionately and she kissed him lustfully. It was a kiss like no other ... mismatched in it intensity. She had to use all her will power to keep from ripping his boxers off and riding him like a bucking bronco. She doubted that she would last eight seconds anyway. She did not fight him, nor did she try to control him. She kissed him, and he kissed back. 

Friday felt the tension on the leash ease and she reluctantly disengaged from her lover. "Now you may massage my chest," Mr. Smith whispered in a self-satisfied tone. Standing she reapplied oil onto her hands and began to manipulate the muscles around his collarbone. As she moved toward the center of his chest, she paused for a few moments at his nipples. Her well-oiled hands rubbed, flicked, and even pinched his nipples. "This is not relaxing me," Mr. Smith said and Friday felt a sharp sting on her ass. Somehow, he had found the riding crop and used it to discipline her.

Mr. Smith watched her work his shoulders and chest. He watched Friday's slender and enticing fingers work. He saw the intent look on her face, complete with slight beads of sweat forming on her brow. Her breasts glistened from the oil and swayed pleasantly as she moved.

Friday lifted one arm and place the hand between her breasts. She massaged the oil into the skin of his arm. She worked from top to bottom and ended with his hands. She concentrated on each finger, flicking each with her tongue. 

"Are you ticklish Mr. Smith," Friday asked. "If you are I will skip your stomach and move on to your thighs."

"No, not too terribly. However, if you rub some oil onto my skin, I would hate to have my abs as the only dry spot," he requested.

"As you wish," Friday said obediently. Warming a generous potion of oil in her hands, she massaged it onto her breasts. She then pressed her breasts against his stomach and ran the length of his torso. 

"Creative," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Smith," she said. Friday spent some time rubbing her slick breasts over his stomach and chest, ensuring his skin was well covered. Sliding from his chest to his stomach, she slid onto his erect manhood. 

"Not yet Friday," Mr. Smith warned her with another application from the riding crop.

Friday shifted her attention to Smith's thighs and in doing so, turned her ass to her master. She felt a light slap from the riding crop on her bare cheek then gentle caresses. Friday froze; her eyes closed and her hand resting gently on Mr. Smith's thighs. Smith lightly ran the crop along the curves of her ass, between her cheeks, and over her hips. 

A soft moan emerged from deep within Friday as Smith drew a thin line down her leg with the tip of the crop. He moved slowly down her leg to the back of her knee. He switched legs, reversed course, and slowly ... faintly ran the crop up her leg, then again back down the first leg. Bolts of erotic energy raced through her body and it was all she could do to stand. 

Friday was paralyzed with lust and fear. She did not fear the crop or the crop being used on her. She was afraid that if she moved he would stop. The electricity would stop. She wanted nothing more than to feel the leather on her skin and she would do nothing to jeopardize that. Frozen in fearful lust, Friday screwed her eyes tightly shut and bit her lip, forcing herself to stay immobile.

Smith ran the soft, leather head of the riding crop up the inside of Friday's thigh and stopped just before reaching the top. She gasped. He then, moved the crop to the other side and slowly slid it down the side of her thigh then back up. At the top, Smith pushed the crop between her legs, running the shaft against her covered and very wet pussy. 

Withdrawing the riding crop, Smith whispered "Face me Friday. 

Reluctantly, Friday did as Mr. Smith instruct.

Smith traced the riding over her breasts and nipples. She exhaled sharply. Her skin tightened and her pulse raced. "Come closer," Smith directed. She took a step forward. Smith grabbed her leash and puller her to him again. His breath was hot ... hers ragged with lust. He kissed her again. Lust filled their connection. Passion, heat, and desire flowed between their tongues. He disconnected. "Kneel," Smith said crisply and pointed to the floor in front of him with the riding crop.

Friday obeyed. Smith stood and pulled her toward his manhood. She slowly lowered his boxers. She gently grasped his fully erect manhood and delicately swirled her tongue over the tip several times. She slowly pushed it between her lips, creating light pressure on the dark skin of the head. She fully engulfed the cock's head and stopped, keeping the helmet in delicate suspended animation as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive apex. Gingerly pulling Mr. Smith's cock through her lips, she gently pushed the head through her lips and again pressed her lips against the sensitive skin. She immediately withdrew it, skimming her teeth, almost imperceptible, across its. Friday repeated this maneuver repeatedly, sometimes with a swirl, other times with a graze.

She delicately ran the tip of her tongue slowly down the soft underside of Smith's manhood, from tip to balls. She ran her tongue back up where she gave the tip a sweet, loving kiss. She then proceeded again to slip it between her lips only to remove the shaft and run her tongue down the underside. Again, Friday reversed her action and ran the tip of her tongue from the length of his shaft. She then slowly swallowed Smith's entire cock pulled, momentarily thrusting it against the back of her throat. She removed it and licked the soft underside of his shaft again from tip to balls. 

Friday again pushed Smith's rock- hard cock into her mouth, guiding it with the flat of her tongue to the back of her throat. She removed it only to slowly push his cock once again into the back of her throat, pressing it a little further in and pausing a little longer. She removed it and once more pushed the cock deep against her throat. Smith placed his hands on the back of her head and gently pushed his cock even deeper into her throat. Releasing, Friday removed his cock and took a breath. They again pushed Smith's manhood into Friday's throat, holding it there a little long. She slowly withdrew and then pushed the cock all the way in once again. Friday wrapped her lips around the base of Smith's shaft and paused momentarily before withdrawing.




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 2



"You will start now, by removing all of your clothes and kneeling before her." Xenia continued.

"B-but..." I stammered, fully realizing that I'd been had. 

"Come now, Mike. Don't waste our time with meaningless arguments. Your pathetic little secrets are all out in the open now. We have copies of your e-mail wish essay response. We also videotaped your first hypnotic session, which proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that your essay response was completely sincere! This is something that you've wanted for a long time now, so don't insult our intelligence by feigning resistance!" Xenia responded.

"Look, I thought about a little role playing with Terri, but I never contemplated THIS!" I protested.

Let's stop playing games, Mike. You have two choices. Take off your clothes, now or we will go public with this information!!" Xenia demanded.

"That's blackmail!" I retorted.

"And do you want to explain it to a judge?" she responded.

I slowly began to undress. My tight bikini briefs had been constricting my cock to just a semi-erect state. Within seconds after removing them, blood quickly engorged my cock. It soon grew to its' full 7 inches, throbbing to my heartbeat. They both laughed. 

"What a pathetic slut! Now kneel down before Terri!" Xenia commanded.

I knelt down and awaited her next instruction. 

"As I mentioned earlier, Terri has known about your secret interests for a while now. What you don't know is that several months ago, you foolishly left your house in a rush before signing yourself off AOL. Terri spent hours looking over your book marked websites that night. She had the opportunity to explore your many femdom sites, as well as a personal ad you placed. Initially, she was not only hurt, but also repulsed by her discovery. Terri lost what little respect she had left for you, and your marriage suffered even more as a result. Shortly after that, she started cheating on you. But like most vanilla women, Terri didn't realize the profound advantages that come along with controlling and owning a submissive man. But luckily, Terri mentioned her discovery to Dr. Peter Anthony. You didn't know that she was seeing Peter on her own, did you?" she asked.

"N-no," I stuttered, "what do you mean by that?" 

"Peter is quite aware and accepting of the alternative lifestyles, although he hasn't participated himself yet. If you're wondering how I know this, Peter happens to be a good friend of mine. Anyway, one day the 3 of us got together to discuss the problems at hand. You see, not only was your marriage in deep trouble, but Peter and Terri have been having a torrid affair for several months now." Xenia announced. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. 

"Oh, don't look so sad, Mike. You were almost certain that Terri was seeing someone anyway. After all, who could blame her? Peter is a gorgeous man endowed with a beautiful 9 inch cock, which he KNOWS how to use! (sigh) Unfortunately, he has no interest in exploring his submissive side, but he's still a damned good lover, nevertheless. Since he's a committed bachelor and has no interest in marriage or children, I don't think anyone would blame him for his attraction and passion towards Terri. She's a beautiful, desirable woman, and a fantastic lover. By the way, did you know that Terri is bi-sexual?" she asked in a quizzical tone.

"N-no!" I responded.

"Well, at least for the past month she has been." she smirked. 

She then turned to embrace Terri, and they passionately French kissed. She then released Terri and they both wickedly laughed. My head was spinning. 

"I never realized what I've been missing all of these years!" Terri commented.

"Now bend down and kiss my feet." Terri instructed me.

I looked her straight in the eyes, and realized that she was dead serious.

"Do it!" she demanded.

I looked down at her feet wearing the open toed, black, 5 inch heeled shoes. I bent down and kissed the insteps of her feet. 

"You're gonna get everything you wished for, and THEN some!" Terri warned.

"Even though Terri has no dominant experience, she's always had the right foundation to build on. All she needed was a little guidance. Now all the pieces are in place for me to mold her into a fine dominant woman for you, Mike. Aren't you glad that we've brought your secrets out of the closet for you, Mike?" she asked.

"Y-yes." I admitted. They both laughed. 

"But you're not the only one who will benefit! Think about this, Mike. Peter will now be able to have Terri as his lover without the fear of discovery, or even professional liability. If Terri had divorced you, it would have been natural for her to want more from Peter. Now Peter need not concern himself with any of these problems. He'll have the best part of Terri without any of the obligations. Terri will benefit too. Since she no longer needs to keep secrets from you, she can have Peter without guilt or fear of discovery. As an added benefit, her affair with Peter will also cause you extreme humiliation. Yes Mike, from now on, she'll be able to do whatever she wants, whenever she wants! And I can see by your throbbing cock, that this arrangement is going to work out just fine. Doesn't a cock make a wonderful barometer of a man's true feelings, Mike?" she asked in a devious tone.

My face burned hot from being flush with humiliation. I hung my head down in shame, and they both laughed. 

"For years, you were unable to fulfill your desires, Mike. And all along, the answer was right in your own house. Right under your nose, Mike. Of course, most women don't want a submissive wimp for a husband. They don't realize all the possibilities that come with the package. Terri now realizes that she's free to pursue all the pleasure she wants, including multiple lovers! All you two needed was a little help to put it all together. Aren't you glad you came to ME?" she asked, smiling devilishly. 

I remained silent, angry about the thought of Terri having lovers.

"DIDN'T you?" Xenia demanded an answer.

"Yes." I responded. Xenia laughed wickedly once again.

"Now start stroking your pathetic pig meat, but do NOT cum unless I give you permission to! Do you understand?" Xenia added.

"Yes." I responded.

I slowly began stroking myself, and they both smirked.

"Have you thought about how you will show your gratitude towards me in return for everything I've done for you?" Xenia deviously inquired.

"No." I replied.

"Well, I have! In addition to enjoying your beautiful wife as my lover, you are going to serve me once a week until further notice. I want you here on Tuesdays, the very same night that you both used to see Peter. So on Tuesdays while Peter enjoys the pleasure of your wife, I'll enjoy making some of your wishes come true, Mike. Every week, you'll clean my entire office and therapy room. As you can see, I keep everything pristine around here. From now on, it will be YOUR job to maintain it! To add spice to your humiliation, you'll be required to work either nude, or wearing a sexy French maid's uniform. After you're done cleaning, I'll enjoy reminding you about what your wife is doing as you submit to your dildo training." she sneered. 

My expression must have betrayed me, for they simultaneously laughed.

"You'll eventually learn how to overcome your gag reflex. Who knows? That might come in handy one day! Do you have a virgin asshole, Mike?" Xenia asked. 

"Yes." I responded.

"Well, THAT'S gonna change quickly! If you behave yourself, I'll deflower you with something smaller. But it won't be long before you'll be begging me to fuck you with THIS monster!" she said, producing an obscenely large dildo from a wooden box. The lifelike dildo had to be at least 10 inches long and two inches in diameter.

"So plan on being here from 6 to 9 every Tuesday night. That's the LEAST you can do to show your appreciation for everything I've done, wouldn't you agree, slave?" Xenia asked in a devious tone.

"Yes." I agreed, as pre-cum formed at the tip of my aching cock.

"From now on, when I address you as slave, you will address me as mistress. Do you understand, slave?" she instructed.

"Yes, mistress." I responded. 

"That's better!" Xenia said.

"You have a long weekend ahead of you. Your training will begin tonight. When we get home, we are going to review all the main points of your letter essay that you e-mailed to Xenia. You will then be punished for looking outside of our marriage to satisfy your pathetic weenie-pulling fantasies." Terri warned. 

"Yes, you will be at Terri's beck and call at all times. You will obey her, and submit to her whims." Xenia added. 

"By the way, do you remember the last time we fucked, Mike?" Terri asked.

"Yes." I replied, as I slowed my stroking pace.

"Well that WAS the last time, EVER! Xenia made me realize that a slave should never be allowed to fuck his mistress." Terri said.

"That's right! A slut-slave like you should only be allowed to jerk off for the amusement of his mistress." Xenia added.

"Since tonight is your initiation, we are going to make an exception and allow you to cum. In the future, you will have to work MUCH harder to earn the privilege of jerking off." Terri said. 

"Now WE control when you cum!" Xenia mused.

"And Mike, don't think for a minute that you'll be able to jerk off behind my back! I plan to closely monitor the amount of your ejaculate each time, and it had better add up! If we even SUSPECT that you're jerking off behind our backs, you'll be forced to wear a chastity device; indefinitely! ", Terri explained.

I had to stop stroking, otherwise I would have lost control and gone over the edge. 

"Did we give you permission to stop stroking? Continue, slut!" Xenia demanded.

I stroked as slowly as possible, but I was on the edge. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop the inevitable. Seconds later, I groaned and sprayed my cum all over the floor in a magnificent orgasm. 

"Look! The pig slut came without our permission!" Terri commented.

"Do you remember what the proper punishment is for that?" Xenia asked Terri.

"I sure do! Get down and lick your cum up off the floor; NOW!" Terri demanded.

"Please, don't make me do that." I pleaded.

"Oh, but you WILL do it! That's the standard punishment for cumming without permission! So get used to it!" Xenia insisted. I knelt there motionless and undecided. 

"Do you think you have a choice? Refuse, and I promise you that you'll never be able to show your face in town ever again! Now do it!" Xenia warned.

Without another word, I bent over and began to lick and suck up my cum off the cold floor. It was salty, cold, and slimy. I almost gagged. They both laughed. 

"He may hate it now, but before long, he'll learn to appreciate it. They ALL do! You'll see." Xenia told Terri.

"Why don't you take him home now and get started. I'll stop by tomorrow as planned." Xenia suggested.

"Get dressed, and let's go!" Terri instructed. 

Terri just put a raincoat on over her outfit. I quickly got dressed, and we left right after I wrote out a check for $400.

Terri and I walked out into a rather cool night for late August. Terri drove as I sat next to her in a dumbfounded state. My thoughts were scattered all over the board. After several minutes, I collected myself enough to break the silence.

"How could you cheat on me like that?" I asked.

"First of all, don't you DARE try to put me on the defensive! I no longer owe you an explanation for ANYTHING I do! Secondly, how DARE you judge me when you were looking outside of the marriage YOURSELF?" she angrily asked. I looked at her in disbelief. 


"ANSWER me!" she demanded.

"Terri, be reasonable!" I pleaded.

"It's GODDESS to you from now on. The only time I will ALLOW you to call me Terri is in front of family and friends, and that's ONLY if you remain well behaved! Otherwise I'll begin to embarrass you in front of your friends. If you persist in giving me a hard time beyond that, I'll begin to embarrass you in front of family too! So you'd better get it through your thick skull that I'm not fucking around! Furthermore, words like REASONABLE and FAIR no longer have any meaning in our relationship. You really fucked yourself good this time, Mike!" she laughed.

"Terri, PLEASE!" I pleaded.

"What a fucking idiot you are! I JUST told you to address me as Goddess, and you ignore me. Do you think this is some kind of GAME? This is REAL, Mike! You fell into a trap that you're NEVER going to get out of! Do you know how many times I wanted to divorce your fucking ass? But I was scared to death. You would have tried to screw me any way possible. I KNOW how you are! But now I have the upper hand. I have all the control now, Mike." she said, anger rising.

"What if I simply refuse to play along? What if I file for divorce?" I asked, ignoring her anger.

"Are you THAT stupid? Do you want to drag your pathetic secrets through the courts?" she asked. I decided not to even respond. 

"By the way Mike, we now have proof that you're a pathetic slut, cum eating, jerk off!" she laughed.

"What?" I replied.

"You didn't even realize that Xenia videotaped you while you were licking and sucking up the cum that you jerked off all over the floor, DID you?" she laughed.

"Fuck you!" I shouted.

"No...it's YOU who is fucked!" she responded.

"That's fucking BLACKMAIL!" I angrily responded.

"So? What OF it? There is nothing you will ever do about it! You're already in too deep. Besides, why are you so angry and upset? This is what you've always wanted, Mike. You couldn't have already forgotten that this is what you wished for! We have all the proof we'll ever need to keep you in line forever! You're beat, Mike! Completely! You swallowed our bait hook, line, and sinker! We've covered all the bases. Resisting is futile. The only thing you can do is submit!" she coolly explained.

"Terri, I'll give you ANYTHING you want! Please STOP this!" I pleaded, panic stricken.

"Are you THAT dense? You're going to give me anything I want ANYWAY! So your offer is MEANINGLESS! Also, your punishment is quickly adding up! You've already sworn at me, and you persist in calling me Terri even after I've instructed you NOT to. When we get inside, I'm going to show you just how serious I AM about all this!" she warned, anger rising once again. 

Terri pulled into our driveway. My head was spinning, and I was at a loss for words. The moment we walked into the house, Terri instructed me to go upstairs, get undressed, and wait for her. I quickly complied, and nervously waited in our bedroom. She made me sweat by taking her sweet time. Ten minutes later, she finally came up. She ordered me up onto the bed, face down. She quickly tied both of my wrists to the bedposts, just two or three inches above the top of the mattress. 

"What are you going to do?" I asked nervously. 

"You'll see. Get on your knees, NOW!" she demanded.

She climbed up on the bed behind me. Since my hands were tied low, my head and shoulders stayed down low, while my ass protruded up and out towards her. I turned my head over my shoulder to see what she was doing.

"Did I give you permission to look?" she asked.

"No, but..." I tried to explain, but she interrupted.

"But NOTHING!" she exclaimed. 

She then slapped my ass with surprising authority. I jumped as the crack reverberated throughout the room. 

"Ouch!" I shouted. I couldn't believe what was happening. 

"That was the first of THOUSANDS you're gonna get over the years! After all, you DID wish for punishment when deserved, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes, but..." I tried to explain, but she interrupted once again.

"But? My, you ARE a slow learner aren't you?" she exclaimed.

She then slapped my ass even harder. 

"Oww!" I reacted.

"Let's try again. You DID wish for punishment when deserved, DIDN'T you?" she inquired in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes." I responded.

"Yes, I seem to recall that you wished for them often, and for the slightest infractions! Now hold still." she instructed.

She spread my ass cheeks apart, and squeezed a generous amount of cold lubricant along the crack of my ass.

"But first I'm going to shove this butt plug up your ass. You will hold it in place until I give you permission to release it. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied.

"Butt plugs were a part of your fantasies too, WEREN'T they?" she asked.

"Yes." I admitted. Since she already knew the answer, there was no point in denying anything. She brushed and rolled the plug along the crack of my ass to coat it with the lubricant that she had just applied to my ass.

"Do you realize how fortunate you are that I am even using this KY jelly?" she asked.

"I haven't given it much thought." I replied.

"Maybe I should remove the lubrication so that you'll GIVE it some thought." she warned.

"Okay, okay, you win! I realize how fortunate I am." I offered.

"I'll ALWAYS win, slut!" she explained, as she fully inserted the plug. 

"Now, I will ADD to your punishment if you let it fall out. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes." I responded.

"Good! Now, I want to know why you fought with me for TWELVE FUCKING YEARS about housework, when you were willing to go out and do it all for a perfect STRANGER?" she asked, in an angry tone of voice.

"Uh..." I started to respond, but she slapped my ass viciously 5 times. 

"You were about to SAY?" she quipped. My ass was already on fire. 

"I'm sorry, honey." I pleaded.

"I am not your HONEY anymore. I am your GODDESS! And I'll be a lot more like VINEGAR." she sneered, then viciously slapped my ass 5 more times again. 

"What do you think your punishment should BE for your willingness to do all the housework for a perfect stranger while helping your own wife as little as possible? Think carefully, because if you give me the wrong answer, I will beat your ass SO fucking hard that you won't be able to sit for a WEEK!" she warned.

"I'll do all of the housework for you from now on." I responded.

"Damned RIGHT, you will! I'm not going to lift a FINGER around here anymore! Also, starting now, I will control the money. ALL of it! You will turn your paycheck over to me, and I will give you a small allowance each week. Other than your personal incidentals, I will make every buying decision from now on! Now, what do you think your punishment should be for hiding that 20 dollars in cash each week over the past 12 years?" she asked.

"I'll give you all the money." I replied.

"THAT goes without saying! But there's more! Over the next 12 years, you will also receive one lash of my whip for EVERY dollar you hid from me. The math is easy. That's 20 lashes per week for the next 12 years IF I don't discard you by then. Just think, every week your lashes will be just about healed up for your NEXT lashing! How appropriate." she mused. 

Then she viciously slapped my ass 5 more times. My legs were starting to quiver, and it was getting harder to hold the plug in.

"So, the idea of forced feminization arouses you too?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yes." I admitted.

"Well, I have good news for you, slut. After I untie you, I'm going to begin your feminization. I'm going to remove all of your body hair from the neck down. Over time, I'm going to turn your asshole into a cunt, Mike. And sluts need their cunts fucked regularly, DON'T they?" she asked.

I remained silent.

Terri lost her temper and repeatedly slapped my ass in a fury, swearing and screaming for me to answer her.

"Yes!" I finally admitted. My whole body was shaking. I couldn't take much more.

"Your new name will be Michelle. And Michelle is going to be such a slut, isn't she?" she asked in a deviously angry tone.

"Yes!" I immediately responded, not risking another blow. My legs were visibly shaking, and I had to squeeze my red, beaten asscheeks together as hard as possible to prevent the plug from falling out. I knew I couldn't hold it in much longer.




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 2



"Yes, slut Michelle will live for two reasons. To serve me and anyone else I choose, and to have her cunt filled as often as possible. If you prove to be an obedient slut, I will not require you to take female hormones. But if you are disobedient, I will force you to take them. That means you'll grow larger breasts, and your balls will shrink. Your cock may even shrink too. So you'd better play ball and get with the program! You do everything I say, when I say it, and without hesitation. Do you understand me?" she demanded, in a dead serious, but cool tone.

"Yes." I replied, grimacing. My knees were giving out under me. She ignored my predicament. 

"One more thing. If you remain obedient, I will allow you the privilege to continue working. But remember this, if you don't play ball, Xenia and I can always arrange for you to suck off 15 cocks a day at 20 bucks a pop to replace your work income! If you think I'm bluffing, just TRY me! Understand?" she asked. 

She had gone mad with power. I couldn't think of anything I could do besides submitting to her whims, or leaving town in shame with my tail between my legs.

"Yes." I gasped. I was out of holding power. I finally gave up and let go. The plug popped out onto the bed. 

"Naughty slut!" she scolded.

"I'm sorry! I just..." I tried to explain, but she interrupted.

"Shut the fuck up, and open your mouth!" she demanded.

She picked up the plug and inserted it into my mouth.

"Now hold it there until I tell you to do otherwise!" she demanded. 

It tasted bitter, and it was still slimy from the lubricant. She then untied me.

"Get into the bathtub." she instructed. 

I quickly complied and waited for her. She came in and expediently applied a thick creamy lather over my entire body from the neck down. Soon my body began to tingle. After several minutes, the substance began to irritate my skin. She made me wait several more minutes. By the time she instructed me to shower off, my whole body felt downright uncomfortable. I watched in anguish as all of my body hair washed away along with the lathery substance, but at least the rinse provided physical relief. 

My skin was as smooth as a baby's butt. Terri carefully inspected my hairless body. Satisfied, she handed me a towel to dry off. Then she applied a perfumed body oil over my entire body. My hairless body glistened. 

She finally allowed me to remove the plug from my mouth. Plenty of saliva had accumulated, since I didn't want to swallow any. I walked over to the toilet and spit it all out. 

"May I brush my teeth?" I asked. 

"As punishment for spitting without my permission, you may NOT!" she replied.

"But how could I have even asked you with a mouthful of saliva?" I questioned. 

"Simply by swallowing it first. You're going to be deep tonguing my ass quite often from now on. I may even start using your tongue for toilet paper, so you'd better get USED to the taste!" she responded.

I looked at her in disbelief, but she only laughed at me. 

"Follow me!" she instructed. 

We walked into the master bedroom. She opened one of her drawers and took out some feminine garments. She handed me a pair of black, silk, French panties.

"Here, put these on!" she instructed. 

I quickly put them on. The silk felt very sexy against my hairless skin. Several minutes later, I also had on silk stockings, garter, and a bra. My cock started to push against the loose fitting panties, creating a silk tent. 

"Such a slut you are, Michelle!" she said, taking notice. 

She then put a wig over my head, and spent a few minutes fixing it. 

"You are going to grow your hair longer so that I won't have to fuck with this wig anymore!" she commented. My hair was already reaching down to my shirt collar. It would only take a few months before I would no longer need a wig. 

"I won't bother to make you up tonight. It'll only mess up anyway when you spend the next hour or so worshipping my ass and pussy with your lips and tongue. Now turn around and bend over." she instructed. She then squeezed lubricant along the crack of my ass again. 

"You didn't do too well with your last plug, so we'll try one that's a little larger. Spread wide!" she instructed. 

She slowly worked the plug in. I groaned and slightly shuddered as she pushed the widest part through the rim of my asshole. The remainder of the plug then slid in easily. 

"There! Oooou; my slut LIKES that, DOESN'T she?" she said in a mocking tone. She reached around me to lightly stroke the length of my throbbing cock just once, then laughed wickedly. 

"Now pull up your panties, and be sure to hold the plug in this time!" she warned. 

I pulled them up, but my cock was too hard for the loose fitting, silky panty to contain. My cock slid through the left leg hole, and stood up at a 45 degree angle. She laughed again.

"I'm glad Michelle is feeling so sexy! If just having your pussy filled with a PLUG makes you that hard, I can't wait to see how you respond to having it FUCKED!" she mused. 

I felt the familiar burn of a humiliating, submissive fever kick in. I had felt it many times before during my submissive fantasies. A drop of precum formed at the tip of my cock hole as I waited. She stared at me for a few moments, and must have read my mind.

"This really IS what you wanted, isn't it?" she asked, almost in sad disbelief.

I just stood there in silence as my cock throbbed.

"You don't even have to answer, I can see it in your eyes!" she claimed. 

I turned my face away from hers in shame, flushed with embarrassment. 

"LOOK at me!" she snapped.

I turned my face back towards hers, but avoided eye contact.

"Look into my eyes!" she demanded.

As I did, I felt the razor sharp connection of submissive exposure to someone who was going to exploit it to every advantage until something better came along. 

She laughed in a knowing, sly demeanor. At that moment, I think we both realized that she hadn't even warmed up yet. We had a long, long game ahead of us. A game that would provide her with a stacked deck for every hand. 

"Oh, are you gonna get it! I'm gonna LOVE paying you back for 12 years of crap!" she warned. She then reached under my padded bra, fiercely squeezed my nipples and then twisted them so hard that I thought she might rip them off.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!" I repeatedly shouted from the sharp pain. 

I believed her threat. Even though she was starting to frighten me, my cock continued to throb.

"So you fantasized about ass worship too, did you? Well, get ready for your first session, slut!" she said, as she slowly removed her outfit. God, was she beautiful! She got on top of the bed face down in a slow, feline, seductive manner. 

I instinctively climbed onto the bed and moved in towards her. 

"I wanted your first ass worship session to be a special and unforgettable experience for you, so I haven't showered since last night! When you fantasized about giving your mistress tongue baths, did you ever stop to think about how RIPE armpits, ass holes, pussies, and feet can get?" she asked deviously. 

I knelt on the bed and waited. Terri spread her legs without demanding an answer to her question.

"Get your nose in there!" she demanded. I moved in and just barely touched her ass with the tip of my nose. 

"Stop there! Take a deep breath, slut! Breathe in slowly and deeply for a while!" she instructed.

Her ass was ripe, and I became even further intoxicated with submissive lust. She made me sniff her ass for another minute. Then she made me thoroughly lick the entire crack of her ass, working my way into her ass hole. She tasted bitter, but the intense fever of my submissive humiliation allowed me to enjoy the experience. Soon, she had me deep tonguing her ass. I eagerly tongue fucked her asshole for many long minutes, until she turned over and forced me to worship her ripe pussy as well. She came several times. 

Due to my heightened excitement, my butt plug fell out just before her last orgasm. When she came, I came along with her all over the bed . When she found out a few minutes later, she was absolutely furious! By then, most of my cum had soaked into the sheets. She made me lick up what little cum remained, and promised that I would be punished the next day for cumming without her permission. Then she put the plug into my mouth and forced me to hold it there for the rest of the night. She made me sleep the entire night on the floor at the foot of the bed with the plug in my mouth.

I woke up to the alarm. Terri must have set it after I had fallen asleep. It was only 7AM.

"Get up and fix me some breakfast, slut!" she demanded. I got up and walk towards the bathroom. 

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"I have to take a leak!" I replied.

"You'll take a leak when I give you PERMISSION to. Now put that plug back in your mouth and get to work!" she demanded. I did as I was told. I prepared her breakfast, and brought it to her as quickly as possible. I looked at her with pleading eyes. She looked at me and laughed.

"You have to piss pretty badly, don't you?" she asked. I nodded my head in agreement, and she laughed again.

"Go ahead, you may go." she finally said. I ran to the bathroom to relieve myself. After pissing like a racehorse, I returned to her. 

"Hungry?" she asked. I nodded my head in agreement.

"Well, I may allow you to eat my leftovers later on IF you are obedient. I'll let you go down and have your coffee. You may shit, shower and shave afterwards. We will have company later at 6, and we have plenty of preparation to do." she explained. 

After I showered and shaved, Terri had me get dressed. She made me wear lacy panties under my clothes. She took me shopping to several lingerie and women's clothing stores to buy lingerie, outfits and accessories for myself. She made me deal directly with the clerks as she watched from a distance. To increase my humiliation, she selected the youngest and prettiest clerk from each store for me to approach. Each time, I had to admit that the articles were for me. The stifled giggles and snickers were numerous, adding to my already overwhelming humiliation. 

Terri then took me downtown to a fetish shop, where she picked out a French Maid's outfit. Unlike the lingerie stores, the fetish shop allowed me to try on the outfit. Judging by the way the clerk treated me with relative indifference, it seemed likely that these people had already seen just about everything. Nevertheless, it was still humiliating for me! 

Terri momentarily had me believing that she would even force me to wear the outfit out of the shop. Thank God she backed off after having a good laugh at my reaction! It later occurred to me that the attention we would have received probably would have embarrassed her as much as it would have embarrassed me. 

By the time we arrived home at 3pm, I was exhausted from the emotional drain of my shopping ordeal. Also, she still hadn't allowed me to eat anything all day. The moment we went inside, I reminded her of that fact. She then allowed me to finish the scraps she had left over at breakfast. 

The food was woefully insufficient to curb my appetite. When I complained about it, she explained that she wanted me extra weak when our company arrived later. When I questioned her about this, she simply explained that Xenia said it would take most of the resistance out of me and make me more submissive. 

Terri wanted the house spotless before our company arrived, so she had me spend the next 3 hours cleaning the house while wearing my new French Maid's outfit. She then had me take another shower. Afterwards, she dressed me up in a particularly slutty looking outfit I had been forced to purchase earlier. It was a silky, tight fitting, one piece mini dress that left three fourths of my thighs exposed. She had me wear panties and bra underneath, and stockings with a garter belt This time she applied make up too. 

After she fixed the wig, Terri had me stand in front of the full length mirror to take a good long look at myself. At first, both my face and my slender 178 pound body looked almost passable with the stuffed bra underneath my dress. As I walked up closer to the mirror, however, my face just looked like a guy in drag, even with all the make up. Nevertheless, my smooth, hairless body began to feel very sexy underneath the feminine clothing. 

The doorbell rang at 6 sharp.

"Go answer the door!" Terri instructed.

"B-but..." I started to protest, but Terri interrupted.

"Don't give me any fucking back talk, slut! Do it!" she demanded. I nervously walked to the door. I stood there for a moment. The bell rang again.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" Terri screamed. I sheepishly opened the door to find Xenia and Peter standing there. Peter just looked at me and chuckled. My stomach churned.

"Don't ever again make me ring this bell twice! Do you understand?" Xenia asked.

"Yes." I replied. Xenia and Peter walked right past me, carrying what appeared to be video equipment. Terri walked into the living room to greet them. She then embraced Peter, and gave him a long, deep kiss. I felt pangs of jealousy and humiliation strike me.

"You did a nice job on him." Xenia mused while removing her trench coat. She wore the very same dominatrix attire as she did the night before. But now in the daylight, I noticed that her body was particularly well defined. The woman was clearly a bodybuilder. We went up to the master bedroom, where they quickly set up the camera on a tripod. Within a minute, the film was rolling.

"So how did it go last night?" Xenia asked Terri. 

"Pretty well, except that he came without my permission." Terri responded.

"He did WHAT?" Xenia retorted.

"He came while eating my pussy." Terri explained.

"Was he stroking himself?" Xenia asked. 

"I don't think so. I think it was involuntary." Terri replied.

Xenia looked straight in my eyes and asked, "Were you stroking or rubbing your cock against anything?"

"No." I lied.

"I find this hard to believe, but I will not question Terri's judgment. You will still be punished for cumming without permission, although far less severely than if you had voluntarily came!" Xenia explained to me.

"How did the butt plug go last night?" Xenia asked Terri.

"We used the small and medium ones." Terri replied.

"Oh? How did his pussy handle them?" Xenia smirked.

"He shit both of them out." Terri explained.

"Oh he DID, did he? And did you enforce the standard punishment for this?" Xenia asked, obviously taking charge.

"Yes, both times." Terri responded. I could see a twinkle of approval in Xenia's eyes. 

"Well, let's see how he does with the largest one! May I have it please?" Xenia asked Terri. Terri quickly produced it along with a tube of lubricant and handed it to Xenia. 

"Get up on the bed, pull up your dress, pull down your panties, and present your pussy to me." Xenia instructed.

Terri aimed the camera at me as I assumed the position. Xenia instructed me to lower my head and shoulders, then arch my back when I present my pussy. She also instructed that future demands for this position would be expressed simply by the word "present."

Satisfied with my position, she approached me and applied ample lubricant along the crack of my ass. She wasted no time probing the huge plug into my asshole. But it took her several minutes of pushing, pulling and twisting to work the widest part of the plug through the rim of my asshole. I groaned loudly and shuddered visibly as it passed through. Then I moaned softly as she pushed the rest of the plug in. By then, my cock was rock hard. The three of them laughed, and I flushed with humiliation. 

Xenia then slid her hands under my dress until she found my bra. She then worked her hands under my bra and forcefully squeezed and tweaked my nipples. I whimpered in pain, and my cock momentarily softened to a semi erect state. It was obvious that Terri had learned this trick from her. 

"That'll keep you conscious of your tits as well as your stuffed pussy!" she exclaimed. Terri snickered upon hearing this. 

"Now pull up your panties, and pull down your dress. Then kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed, facing the bed." Xenia instructed.

I could feel the fullness of the huge plug with every movement I made. My cock completely rebounded. Pangs of jealousy and humiliation struck me as I watched Terri and Peter quickly undress and climb onto the bed. I quickly realized what was about to happen. 

"Watching my wife being fucked by another man was NEVER a fantasy of mine! STOP this!" I exclaimed.

"But being forced to watch your dominant woman being fucked by her lover IS one of your fantasies. I remember your exact words, Mike. You said that your dominant woman would deserve ALL the pleasure that she's willing to pursue! I knew right then and there that your head was in the right place! That's what I liked MOST about you, Mike. Now, need I remind you that your wife IS your dominant woman? She your Goddess wife, Mike. You need to be broken this weekend, slut, and this is all a part of breaking you." Xenia responded.

Terri and Peter deep kissed for a while. Then she began sucking his enormous cock. I burned hot with jealousy and shame. 

"Watch her closely, slut. You'll be doing that soon!" Xenia mused. 

Was she referring to her dildo, or a cock? The thought soon passed as I was forced to watch Terri deep throat the full length of Peter's cock. Even though my cock is much smaller than his, Terri never came close to deep-throating me. Her closely trimmed pussy soon started to glisten with juices. 

"Ask Peter to please fuck your Goddess wife now, slut! Ask him to please fuck her until she cums over and over again!" Xenia demanded.

"P-please fuck my Goddess wife now. Please fuck her until she cums over and over again." I repeated, burning with humiliation. Xenia laughed wickedly. 

Terri moaned as Peter parted her cunt lips with his huge cock. Then she quivered as he slowly buried his cock deep inside her. Soon, he was fucking her. I couldn't believe how many times she came in the course of the next few minutes. She completely lost herself during her last orgasm, and began screaming at the top of her lungs. She even dug her nails deep enough into his back, and drew small beads of blood. That put him over the edge, and he came along with her. He grunted and groaned and he continued to solidly pump her during his orgasm. When spent, they embraced each other's sweaty body, and kissed languidly. 

"You never made her cum like that, did you?" Xenia asked me. 

She was right. Even though Terri and I had experienced many wonderful lovemaking episodes together, none ever quite reached the fever pitch of what I had just witnessed. I burned with envy and shame. 

"Answer me!" Xenia demanded.

"N-no." I admitted.

"And in your submissive fantasies, your dominant woman deserved all the pleasure that she was willing to pursue, didn't she?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied. 

"Yes, her pleasure was the FOCUS of your fantasies. And that's the way it SHOULD be! Therefore, you should want Peter to fuck Terri as often as SHE wishes! You saw how much pleasure it gave her, DIDN'T you?" Xenia asked.

"Yes." I admitted.

"Then ask Peter to please fuck your Goddess wife as often as she wishes." she instructed.

"Please fuck my Goddess wife as often as she wishes." I repeated.

"Don't you worry about that, I intend to!" Peter responded.

"Yes, and often!" Terri added. Xenia's wicked laugh further fueled my humiliation to an even higher pitch. 

"OK slut, pull down your panties again and pull out your butt plug." Xenia instructed. 

As I did this, I watched Peter get off the bed and Terri position herself in the middle of the bed face up. I shuddered as I pulled the widest part of the plug through the rim of my asshole. Xenia quickly took the plug from me. When I started to pull my panties back up, Xenia told me to leave my panties down and to kneel on the foot end of the bed facing Terri. As I complied, Terri slowly spread her legs. 




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 2



"Present!" Xenia commanded. 

I lowered my head and shoulders, and arched my back as I had previously been instructed to. Assuming this position brought my face between Terri's mid thighs. 

"Now take a good look at your wife's well fucked pussy, slut." Xenia instructed. I stared at her swollen, gaping wide, and sloppy wet pussy. I could feel the heat, and smell the aroma of sex. 

"You're going to suck every last drop of cum out of her pussy, slut!" Xenia instructed.

"Oh my God." I responded.

"You mean, oh my GODDESS!" Xenia corrected, then laughed.

"I didn't write about anything like this!" I protested.

"No, you didn't. But under hypnosis, you expressed your desire after I asked you about it!" Xenia explained.

"No!" I argued.

"Oh YES, you DID! And just to make sure that you never forget your first experience, I'm going to fuck YOUR pussy with my strap on dildo while you're sucking your Goddess clean! Aren't you glad to have such an INNOVATIVE bitch Goddess like me around? Now move in as closely to her pussy as possible and inhale deeply!" Xenia instructed. 

I moved my body forward until my nose was just an inch away from her sloppy, gaping hole, and deeply inhaled. The aroma of sex was powerfully pungent. All of a sudden, I felt Xenia wiping the crack of my ass with a towel, and reapplying fresh lubricant. I heard her squeeze more jelly out of the tube, and assumed that she was lubricating her dildo with it. 

I felt the bed move as Xenia moved into position behind me. Then she placed the tip of her dildo against my asshole and gently pushed. It slid in relatively easy compared to the huge plug I had just removed. Xenia stopped after she filled my ass with her dildo. 

"Doesn't that feel nice and warm? It's battery heated! Now start sucking, slut!" she instructed. Her dildo indeed felt very warm. After a few more seconds, it felt almost hot. She then leaned forward with the dildo still buried deep inside me, pushing my face into Terri's sloppy cunt. I obediently, but cautiously started sucking and lapping up the opaque juices on her cunt lips. 

Xenia started to slowly fuck my ass, kneading my asscheeks with her strong hands. My cock was throbbing and aching for release. I didn't think my submissive fever could grow any hotter, but I was mistaken. Soon, even my caution vanished and I actually WANTED to suck Terri clean!

I began to eagerly lick and suck on Terri's pussy. Xenia encouraged me on, as my tongue easily slid deep inside her gaping hole. I worked as much cum into my mouth as possible, and hungrily swallowed it. I cupped my hands under Terri asscheeks and lifted her to suck clean the cum that had dripped down the crack of her ass. Then I worked my tongue back up to her pussy. I felt disappointed when Xenia withdrew her hot dildo from my ass.

"Lay down on your back now, slut. We are going to let gravity help us finish the job!" Xenia instructed. Terri immediately moved out of the way to make room for me on the bed. I laid down where Terri had been, but Xenia had me slide down towards the foot of the bed until my legs were hanging almost completely off the bed. Terri then straddled herself over me facing my feet, and lowered her pussy over my face. 

"Lift up your knees!" Xenia demanded of me. I lifted them up, and Terri placed her hands just under my kneecaps to push my now folded legs slightly apart, and further towards my head. My ass was now exposed for Xenia's benefit, and she wasted no time plunging her hot dildo deep up my ass again. 

Xenia fucked me as I continued to suck the remaining cum out of Terri's gaping pussy. A huge, sticky glob of cum oozed out onto my tongue, and I eagerly swallowed it. Soon, I could tell that Terri was producing fresh, clear juice. She was very turned on, so I directed my attention to her clit. A minute later, she came hard, grinding her clit onto my outstretched tongue. 

My whole body was trembling, and I was close to cumming myself. Terri let go of my legs and turned herself around so that she now faced me. Xenia stopped thrusting, but kept the dildo buried deep inside me.

"You fucking slut, you actually ENJOYED that! I never would have believed it if I didn't see it myself!" she said, looking me in the eyes. I was flush with feverish humiliation. Terri then covered my face with her pussy again. 

"OK, you pathetic cum slut! Since you liked it so much, I'm going to give you something to wash it down with now! And if you spill any of it on the bed, you are going to be severely punished!" she warned. 

"Oh God, don't!" I pleaded, but Terri covered my mouth with her pussy. 

"Grab my ass with your hands, and pull me tightly against your lips! You'd better form an airtight suction around my clit and drink it as fast as I give it to you, you pathetic cumslut!" she warned.

The moment Xenia started fucking me again, Terri let go and started pissing into my mouth. Her stream was hot and acrid tasting, but I somehow sucked and swallowed almost every drop. 

"That's right, my piss slave, drink up!" Terri encouraged. After what seemed an eternity, her stream finally weakened to a slight trickle and stopped. She abruptly got up off of me. 

Xenia pulled her hot dildo out of my ass. She then forced me to kneel on the floor before her and suck the dildo clean. I felt very weak from a lack of food, but I continued on until Terri and Peter reentered the bedroom several minutes later. 

"You may stop now, slut!" Xenia said. 

Terri and Peter both had wet hair and were wrapped in bath towels. They obviously had taken a quick shower. 

My cock was dripping with pre cum, and terribly sore from its' constant throbbing. I begged for release, but would have none. I spent the next two hours serving them food and drinks as they replayed all the videos that they had taped of me, including the ones from Xenia's office. Of course, they made sure that I was always within earshot of their humiliating comments, snickers, and laughs. 

After the videos were finally over, they finally allowed me to eat. The food gave me an immediate blood sugar rush. I was asked if I wanted to go to the bathroom before they tied me up for the night. I took advantage of the opportunity, and quickly returned to them. 

I was lead to the bedroom adjoining the master bedroom, and instructed to lie down on the bed. Xenia quickly tied my hands behind my back. She was about to insert a penis gag into my mouth. 

"Will I be allowed to cum tonight?" I asked. She inserted the penis gag into my mouth. 

"No, you will not be allowed to cum tonight. But you did well today. If you obey and perform tomorrow as well as you did today, I will allow you to cum tomorrow night. Do you know how I want to see you cum?" she asked, as she finished fastening my gag. I nodded my head no. 

"I want to see you cum into your own mouth. You think about that tonight as you listen to us fuck." she sneered.

She then got up off the bed, and walked out of the room with Terri and Peter following. Of course, they left my door open behind them. They went straight into the master bedroom and left their door open too. I was forced to lie there listening to them enjoy glorious sex for hours before I finally fell asleep. Did I have a right to be angry at them for giving me what I had wished for? 

End



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 2



When I woke up on Sunday morning, Lori told me to shower and shave and get ready for a picnic at her sisters house. She laid out my clothes for the day, which included a pair of pink "Olga" panties, the ones with the one inch waist band of lace. She also picked out a pair of shorts, (male ones thank God), and a tank top. 

I put the panties on, followed by the shorts and noticed, to my dismay that whenever I bent over the lace was visible. I folded the lace portion down so it was concealed under my shorts. My shaved legs looked rather feminine but I am a runner and lots of athletes shave their legs so I wasn't too concerned. I put my shirt on and went down for breakfast. Lori inspected me and reached into my shorts to pull the lacy part of my panties up, I protested to no avail. 

I figured the picnic would be a small family get-together and I would stay in the house and watch a ball game or something on TV. When we got to Lori's sisters house there were cars everywhere. My wife also has a brother and his sexy wife Karen had brought her two sisters and their husbands plus a few of my sister's co-workers and their husbands. We went in and said our hello's. My brother-in-law Josh asked me to help him put up a lawn tent. I excused myself for a moment to use the bathroom and fold the lace part of my undies back below my belt-line. 

Lori met me as I came out of the bathroom and pulled my shirt up, she grabbed the lacy waist band and warned if I folded it over again there would be serious consequences. Josh and I began 

raising the tent, I was on my knees pounding stakes into the ground and I could feel my shirt ride up, exposing the pink lace. I finished as fast as I could and went inside to hide out. Lori found me 5 minutes later and ordered me back outside. "Stop being such an asshole or you'll regret it," she said. I went back outside and found a chair to sit in that provided some cover for my back. My brother's wife Karen came over and we made small talk over a couple of beers. She shocked me when she said, "I was watching when you guys were putting up the tent and couldn't help but notice the lovely lacy undies you're wearing." I was embarrassed beyond belief and she sensed this. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, I actually am turned on by guys wearing panties. I noticed your legs are shaved too, very feminine." 

She asked me all sorts of questions and I found myself getting very aroused. The beers started kicking in and I felt more relaxed so I told her the whole story. I had to go to the bathroom again and I excused myself and went into the house. I started to close the door when someone pushed it open and in walked Karen. She closed the door behind her and undid my belt. "I have to see what you look like with those panties on." I dropped my shorts and a small moan escaped from her lips. "Don't you look sexy," she purred. 

"You're not gonna believe this but I'm wearing the same panties, only in yellow." She dropped her shorts and was indeed clad in the same "olga" panties as myself. "How would you like to jerk off while smelling my panties," she inquired. With that she pulled hers down and rubbed the crotch in my face. She told me to make sure I shot my load in the crotch and put them in the hamper where she could retrieve them. Then she pulled up her shorts and left the bathroom. My hard-on was raging and I sniffed her panties and beat-off frantically. I spilled my load into the crotch and couldn't help taking a little taste for myself. I placed the panties in the hamper and left the bathroom. 

Lori eyed me suspiciously when I walked back into the yard. "What have you and Karen been up to?" I feigned ignorance and said "nothing honey, why do you ask?" 

"I saw her follow you into the house, so you better tell me or I'll embarrass you in front of all these people." What choice did I have? She wasn't angry when I told her what transpired in the bathroom. "That Karen is such a little cock teaser," she said. She turned and sought out Karen's husband Mike and talked to him for a few minutes as I watched from across the yard. 

Minutes later my wife went in the house followed shortly there-after by Mike. They were in the house for around 15 minutes when by wife came back out to join me. "Guess what honey, Karen has Mike dressed in panties just like you. They are coming over tonight after the party." The rest of the afternoon was uneventful and we left before I shamed myself any further. 

When we arrived home, Lori ran the bath for me. 

After drying off Lori dressed me in the tap pants, a camisole and thigh-high's. She put one of her silky robes on me and ordered me downstairs. Karen and mike arrived and after greeting us went upstairs with Lori. I was told to stay put. A short time later they returned with Mike dressed in panties, my full slip and thigh -highs. Lori made everyone drinks and the girls chatted. Mike and I didn't say much but he had a look on his face that didn't make me feel any better. After a few drinks and some idle chit-chat the girls decided to have some fun with us. 

Lori ordered me to remove my robe and stroke myself. My dick was rock-hard. Karen ordered mike to do the same thing. Then Karen had an idea, "I want to watch the sissies dance together." Lori put on some slow music and Mike and I danced for them. 

Lori was getting hot and removed her skirt and blouse, Karen did the same. They sat on the couch and started kissing each other. Lori's hand found her way into Karen's panties and Karen did the same to Lori. Things were really getting hot when Karen ordered us to lay down on the floor and masturbate. We laid down side-by side and stroked ourselves hard. Lori got on top of mike and Karen did the same to me. My dick found it's way inside her and I came almost immediately. After Mike shot his load into my wife, she looked at Karen and whispered something. The girls then got up and switched partners. Lori sat on me with her pussy over my mouth and ordered me to "clean her up." 

Karen did the same to Mike. I licked Lori's pussy and almost drowned from all the semen dripping in my mouth and on my chin. Karen had an explosive orgasm, seconds later, Lori did the same. 

Mike and I were then ordered to clean each other up. We licked the semen off each others chin and lips. Karen wanted more and told us to clean off each others dicks also. We lay down side-by-side and licked each other hard again. Mike's dick started twitching and I could feel his orgasm building. Suddenly he erupted in my mouth and I swallowed his creamy load. He pulled my dick out of his mouth as I came and covered his face with my stuff. Lori had me lick it off of him and when I finished was sent upstairs to clean up. Mike changed into his clothes and he and Karen left. 

Lori joined me in bed and asked if I had fun today. I didn't answer and she chuckled and said, "I hope you had fun, because this is just the beginning." I fell asleep with the taste of Lori's pussy and mike's cum in my mouth.



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 2



Wednesday - Thursday

 (c)Starlight 2002(tm) 

WEDNESDAY

I felt as if I had a hangover when I woke on the Wednesday morning. I had woken in the early hours, my body hot and sweating, my mind filled with erotic thoughts and feelings. I was on fire between my thighs, my nipples hard and sensitive. I confess that I masturbated madly, struggling to find release, satisfaction. My fingers made poor substitutes for yours. Of your rough, male handling of me. I was extremely conscious of Shamila, snoring gently, blissfully unaware of my tormented writhing. I will also confess that she became apart of my fevered fantasies... your writings had awoken thoughts that I could never have contemplated before you came so shockingly into my sheltered life. You had told me enough about your own fantasies, your own desires that some spill over was inevitable. I remember wondering just what you were doing to my mind - never mind my body!

I staggered into the shower, fighting to wake myself properly. Shamila was up, dressed, irritatingly cheerful and waited patiently for me. We went down to breakfast, Shamila gamely putting up with my surly silence. She chattered and ate heartily, shaming me with her cheerful excitements. By the time we gathered in the hotel lobby, I was feeling half human and making an effort to respond to her properly. She was clearly curious, and tried a few painfully obvious attempts to get me to open up to her. I pointedly changed the subject and ignored her as gracefully as I could.

We had an organised guided tour that took up most of the morning. Seeing the tourist sights and having a surprisingly good time. It was all new to me, and interesting enough to almost take my mind off you. But you would keep cropping up. I repeatedly mistook total strangers for you, my eye catching a shape, my heart lurching. The Tower, St James and Buckingham Palace - the sight of the soldiers, the guards, brought you back to me. I could not remember what you did in your army days... Did you look like them? Smart and dangerous - I knew that you could still do the stiff and upright bit. Sorry.

Lunch, then an afternoon with the local marketing department, going over the recent campaign and the plans for the next season. I lost myself in work, and the company goings on. It was only when we returned to the hotel for a couple of free hours to rest and freshen up that your memory had my tummy tightening, the heat rising in my body once more. I checked the desk, and my heart fluttered when I picked up the message you had left. I hurried to the lobby pay phones and called your mobile. My fingers shook as I dialled your number. There was warmth in your voice, a question. However, for all that, you stuck firmly to the business at hand. I told you where we would be eating; the time... then timidly asked if I would see you there. There was definite amusement in you cryptic reply. "You'll just have to wait and see."

We ate in China town, a large spacious place, noisy and colourful. Our party spread across several tables I knew from our correspondences that China Town was one of your London haunts, something about Oriental girls I do remember you saying. I eyed the small, raven-haired waitress' and wondered in any of them had made your acquaintance. The meal was a wonderful, noisy, messy confusion of flavours and experiences. When the small, slim waited, almond eyed waitress caught my attention and with a twitch of her chin pointed you out, I almost chocked on a mouthful of aromatic duck! A corner table, a beer in you hand, you were sitting all serene and composed. A few more minuets passed, the food mere dust in my dry mouth. I struggled to tear my eyes off you, and I could feel the damming heat grow inside my body. Ah, anticipation.

Your causal gaze turned shockingly meaningful. You nodded slowly, and I heard the girl beside me gasp. She then emptied a plate of chow fan into my lap! The soft pancakes and dark sauce was thankfully cool - it didn't then cross my mind that the whole farce was intentional - but the mess! My god! I sat shocked as the girl wailed, a rush of staff surrounding me. Cries of "Mo man tie", "So sorry", "No problem, no problem" as I was surrounded and hustled away in a frenzied rush. The girl who had dumped the mess on me gripped my hand and led me to the back of the restaurant. I was hustled through a door marked "Staff Only" and found myself in a small office, a tatty sofa, a card table and a couple of hard chairs. It had its own sink and its own toilet cubical. The girl slipped the bolt on the door and turned back to me. The apologetic look was gone, and a more calculating, amused expression lit her delicate features. She motioned me to take my soiled skirt off, keeping her back to the locked door. I was just stepping out of it, when the soft knock came. She quickly unbolted the door, and stood aside as you slipped in. The door was bolted once more, the girl standing with her back to it. I was stunned, standing immobile, skirt in hand as you walked up to me and planted a hard deep kiss on lips. I spluttered, and melted, my body responding to you despite any kind of higher brain function. I felt my skirt removed from my hand and suddenly remembered that we were not alone. The momentary flare of panic and stiffening of my body died with your hand between my thighs. I was not in control; it was not my decision about what to do, or not to. My anxieties and fears meant nothing here...

You backed me up to the table, then roughly turned me around. You pushed me down, bending me forward over the table and roughly skinned my knickers down my thighs. Your fingers found me wet and more than ready. I moaned against the table top as you fingered me deeply, thumb hard against my asshole. I felt you struggle with the front of your trousers, the rip of your flies, then the burning touch of your manhood. I heard the liquid flutter of the girl's voice, breathless and could feel myself burning in shame and excitement. Her presence, knowing she was watching you maul my bare ass, rubbing your cock up my crack, and then... and then...

Oooh, yes. You filled me with a long, slow thrust. Deep, stretching, filling. The table rocked as you fucked me, hard and deep, your thumbs spreading my ass, hand holding my flanks firmly. I love rear entry - you seemed fill me deeper than ever, your cock thumping against the mouth of my womb. My knuckles whitened where I gripped the edge of the table, trying to stop my body moving forward, away from your savage thrusts. My breasts ached, squashed against the tabletop, but when I tried to raise my upper body, you pressed me firmly back down. You had a hand full of hair, stretching my neck, and I reached back with on hand holding my ass, pulling, opening, as if it would help you drive a few millimetres deeper into my wracked body. Hard cock and wet pussy squelched obscenely. I could hear you grunting, and worse, hear myself making animal noises of my own. You drove deep, and paused, my pussy stretched around the base of your cock, feeling you throb deep inside me. God you felt so hard, so huge, buried deep in my belly. Then over you harsh breathing and my own panting, I heard the Chinese girl again. I twisted my head awkwardly and looked back towards her. She was still leaning against the door, eyes fixed on our joining, one hand up under her short skirt and deep in her knickers, the other squeezing and moulding her small breasts through the white cotton top.

"I think aMay likes the sight of your fucked brown ass" you panted, having followed my gaze. She was a cute little thing, large eyes and long black hair. You rattled some Cantonese at her and her she abruptly snapped out of her reverie, and pulled her hand out from her knickers. She smiled shyly, and then slide over towards us.

I started to rise, not too happy about her coming closer, but was abruptly pressed back down.

"You are only here to be fucked," you reminded me harshly. I shivered and then moaned as I felt your hardness withdraw. You slipped wetly from me, then my whole body shuddered at a different, more delicate touch. Your hands held me firmly against the table, as her slim, cool fingers touched the my straining vaginal opening, my moist labia, then slipping under me to brush the throbbing bud of my clit, moaning as your hardness drew back, pulling out of me. I could feel her thumb pressing into the liquid heat of my well fucked cunt. Stars swam before my eyes at this latest, stomach churning outrage. I blinked away tears as it ended all too quickly. The slim, knowing fingers withdrew and I moaned again. With an aching disappointment. Then the thick, turgid bar of your maleness probed and filled me once more. There was a shuffle of movement and I opened my eyes to find aMay standing on the other side of the table, in front of me. A breathless mutter of Cantonese as you resumed your vigorous assault on my exposed ass, and the girl squatted, her hands either side of me, her face down close to mine. The shyness was still there, but her dark, expressive eyes held depths of worldly experience that I could only just begin to comprehend. You fucked me hard, and all the while I found myself staring into her fathomless eyes, drinking in my agonised, orgasmic expression from a few inches away.

You started to come... your strokes speeding up, body slamming against mine - until you buried yourself as deep as possible and emptied yourself into me. My mouth opening in my own cry of pleasure - and aMay covered it with her own. Open mouth on mine, her tiny handing hold my face in firm and unyielding grip. Wide eyed, we stared cross eyed at each other, your cock deep in one end of me - and her delicate tongue in the other! Her hands held my face, the scent of pussy on her fingers. Oh God, how weird it is to look back on that moment! Then, all too soon it was over. Her kiss a memory, your cock sliding out of me.

There was a confused readjustment of dress - aMay, giggled cutely and handed me another skirt, not her own I noted, since I would never have fit into it - and I took my knickers off completely. I was a disgusting, sticky mess between my thighs... and it felt wonderful. You told me that aMay would take care of my messed skirt, and one last deep kiss. AMay put her hands together in a cute little bow, which I felt compelled to return, then giggling again she led me back to my table. Was I flushed, breathless? To be honest, I didn't give a damn. I was hot and horny, despite your endeavours. Every now and again, I could not stop myself, reaching between my thighs, under the table, and touching my wet and swollen cunt. I slide a finger into my distended, fucked little hole, dipping into the warm slimy mess that was the mixture of you and me... and surreptitiously tasting us. We went very well with plum sauce. Filthy girl...and I blush recalling the visceral pleasure the taste of fucked pussy and semen gave me.

You returned to your table and your beer. AMay continued to wait upon me, occasionally brushing against me, making a great show of abject apology for the "accident" earlier. When she refreshed your beer I watched you catch her small hand, and looking directly at me suck one her fingers... the fingers that had been so recently inside my body. I groaned at the sight and had Shamila looking at curiously towards me once again. Damn you. 

That night was filled with torrid dreams that had a distinctly oriental flavour. You had often written about threesomes, girl on girl as you called it. Until now it had never been more than an intellectual curiosity. I had never imagined the sheer power, the raw erotic energy of the reality. I relived the feel of her fingers on me, in me... her mouth, so much softer, more knowing on my own. Had you fucked her? I knew you must have... and a few days ago that simple thought would have been off putting... but now? Now, all I wanted to see what expression crossed her face as you drove yourself into her body. Your corrupting, liberating exercise was well on track, it would seem.

THURSDAY

Thursday proved to be a non traditional English summer day. It was warm and sunny. A that matched my mood to perfection. For the first time in the week I was moving much more toward anticipation rather than fear. My whole body felt as if it had been awakened from a long sleep, dulled senses tingling with knowledge of the intense sensations awaiting a certain, masterful touch. A moments debate, decided on a g-string and I went without a bra. A loose cotton top and a skirt on the very border of what I could get away with. Shamila widened her eyes in surprise, but wisely kept her own council. Breakfast in the hotel dinning room did elicit a certain amount of comment, which was studiously ignored.

We had a very late start that morning, and ate lunch in town along with staff from the London offices. We found ourselves free to go our own way early in the afternoon. Despite my best endeavours, I was unable to free myself from the group. Shamila stuck to me like a second skin - she was clearly quite sure that something was going on. Several times, she caught me staring around, for you, and asked what I was looking for. Despite appearances, I make a terrible liar. We wandered around the west end, trying hard to loose Sonil and a couple of the UK managers who dogged our footsteps hopefully. We ended up in a large department store - Oxford street somewhere, before I told Shamila that I flet unwell - and insisted that I wanted to return to the hotel alone. It was difficult, but my anger started to show through, and reluctantly she gave way. I hurried towards the tube station, and then found a phone box. You answered on the second ring. Breathless, I told you were I was, and then waited beside the phone box. Your had to beep your horn to catch my attention. I slipped nervously into the opened door, than sat quietly as you drove off through the horrendous traffic. It was nearly half an hour before we turned into a narrow alleyway, crowded with parked cars. There was one free space, marked private. You neatly reverse parked, into that space that I would have sworn was at least two feet too short - how can anybody drive in this city! We entered a narrow hallway and up a flight of stairs, before halting at a doorway on the first landing. I tried to control my breathing, feeling the adrenalin and anticipation rising in my body. You paused, hugged me hard then gave me a deep open mouthed kiss.

"Time to move to another level." You murmured in my ear. My entire body shivered, then my heart leapt to my mouth as you slipped the blindfold over my eyes. You kept a firm grip around my waist as you knocked on the door. When it was opened you guided my inside, no words were spoken. The heady aroma of incense filled my nostrils as my truncated senses struggled for clues as to what was happening, or more importantly, about to happen.

I realised straight away that the door had been opened from the inside, you had not used a key, and knowing that we were not alone only heightened my delicious feeling of terror - the kind you get just before you go over that first big drop on a roller coaster. Pushed firmly forward, I stumble into the flat, breathing in the rich aroma of joss sticks and perfumed incense. My heightened senses strained vainly for sensation, information. What had I so willingly stumbled into? I could hear little - over my own frightened panting. An indistinct whisper, a rustle of material and then you bound my hands behind my back.

Shivering, I stood mute as my blouse was unbuttoned slowly, my nipples hardening unbearably as they were brushed over. Once unbuttoned, my blouse was pushed aside, and then back off my shoulders. My bare chest heaved, nipples hard waiting whatever came next. What actually came next was a hot wet mouth on my right hand nipple, making me gasp aloud with delighted shock. The second hot mouth on my left nipple was mind blowing! With my wrists bound I could do little more than rock forward, trying to press more of my breasts into the teasing mouths. I groaned in frustration, as you both pulled away. My nipples cooled and I moaned in frustration.

My skirt went next, a deft hand, and it slid down my thighs. Dressed in my skimpy g-string and open blouse you eased me forward, then coaxed me to kneel. Thanks for the cushion, by the way. When you pressed me forward, I balked, being unable to support myself, due to my bound wrists. Your growled angrily at me, and I allowed you to guide me - and found myself resting against the edge of couch - and then the smaller, feminine (!) hands guiding my chin to rest on the seat cushion. Despite the blindfold, I knew my face was enclosed by the way my breath rebounded hotly, and the warm aroma gave me a pretty good idea of what I was facing, literally. Behind my back things were getting rather more personal. Yours hard hands roamed over my body, under my blouse and kneading my shoulders. Your knees nudged mine further apart. You wrenched the g-string aside and bared my dripping choot. Strong hands spread my buttocks, thumbs opening my slippery lips. I guess you were pretty horny? I felt the hot touch of your glans, just before you shoved it deep and hard into me. God I loved that first hard, rough thrust. I cried out in shock, and slammed forward into a warm, pliant and distinctly aromatic mouthful. My mind and senses reeled as you brutally fucked my cunt, my mouth open and full of smooth lipped pussy. Delicate, but firm hands held my face in place, her hips pressing, rubbing against me. Part of me fought not to gag, disgusted and horrified at what was being done to me... but most of me just didn't give a fuck. The slapping of your balls, the hard brutal thrusts into my cunt, the tip hammering at my cervix... knowing some girl was rubbing her cunt in my face as she watched you doing me doggy style... I just wanted to cum, and cum and cum. Without any conscious decision on my part, I found myself licking at her cunt, a detached part of me finding the feel of her smooth labia intriguing. I was aware enough to note the different tastes of her, the hasher, more metallic flavour of her vagina proper. My tongue found her swollen, exposed clitoris and I thrilled as I made her body lurch, provoking a hiss of indrawn breath. 

I cried out again when your hardness withdrew abruptly. I could feel my body rising towards orgasm, but there was a way to go yet... I heard you mutter an oath, and then sensed you clamber over me, astride my kneeling body. Then her body was shifting, I heard breathless "Yes..." and I was licking thin air. Heightened senses heard her grunt, a soft wet sound and I heard you groan. I knew by now the sound of that groan. You bastard. I seethed, cunt aching for you, mind full of the knowledge that you were emptying yourself into her... and annoyed that I could not see your hardness sliding into her pussy. I waited out your climax in a seething impotence... then her body weight settled on the cushion in front of me once more. I did feel rather cheated, and staged a short-lived rebellion. I clamped my jaw firmly closed, and ignored the slick pressure of her smooth cunt when she pressed against me.

The first slap was real shock. Loud and explosive, right across both buttocks. It made me yelp, opening my mouth to her wet pussy. No! I snapped my mouth closed, until the next slap. I crumbled and quickly gave her a tentative lick. Hot pussy juice laced with cum. Hm... an acquired taste that I was well on the way to acquiring. You continued to paddle my bottom, but without the force of those first two stingers. It was a more warming, tingling sensation you gave me, and I began to concentrate more and more on my pussy eating technique. Your cum oozed from the hot depths of her vaginal opening, her clit throbbed under my tongue. I could feel, hell - I could taste - her excitement, and the urge to make her cum was overwhelming. Her thighs closed around my head, and I could feel the tremble in her muscles as I worked urgently on the length of her sex, tongue in her cunt, nose against her clit. A breath, while she moaned, then sucking on her clit, drinking her juices and your semen as a potent sexual cocktail. Dimly I was aware of my own burning urges, your slaps involved a fair bit of finger action, teasing my cunt and occasionally my asshole. A finger tip, smeared with pussy juice penetrated the muscular sphincter to first knuckle and it was almost enough of a distraction to make me stop my oral ministrations.




Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 2



Time became a meaningless word, and a some point, jaw and tongue aching, she was gone, and I was pulled back up to my wobbling knees. Strong arms (yours?) raised me to my feet, and then I propelled forward. I was made to kneel on a straight back chair, my chest against the hard top of the back, my arms stretch down the uprights. Something silky was wrapped around my wrists, and my arms tied down. So vulnerable, so exposed. Heart pounding my breast, pussy dripping in anticipation. More pussy eating, this time in the doggy style, and I squirmed uncomfortably as my asshole was licked. Then hands in my hair, and my mouth forced open for cock, hot, pussy flavoured cock. I think I kind of blanked out for a while, and only came back to reality when I suddenly gulping on a mouthful of cum. I swallowed, and was just starting to think that this ordeal must be close to its end. I was aware of rustling around my bound form, whispers and then... more cock, pressed to my cheek, seeking entry. I obediently opened my mouth, and only slowly came to note the discrepancies. The cock was dry! And thinner! Oh God! I struggled to pull back, and was rewarded with a hard slap across my buttocks. I it did not last long, before I felt this alien cock throb, pull away and then splash my face with his cum. I gulped for air, and my open mouth was suddenly plugged by more cock. A foreskin wearing and sweatier tasting length that had me fighting not to gag. Then to compound the outrage, fingers opened my dripping cunt, and I was deeply penetrated from the rear by a thick male member. Oh God, there were tears welling behind my blindfold I was hard fucked fore and aft for endless minuets. My dream come true? My nightmare realised? A third load of slimy semen was pumped into my mouth and over my face, globs of it hanging off my chin, blocking my nose. Orgasm raged through my body, and my jerking about pulled one wrist free, and without conscious thought, sought the cock still smearing semen over my face, pumping the shaft, milking the last drops from it. My ears were assailed by male grunts, my own cries of pain as I was subjected to the ultimate indignity. The cock in my pussy withdrew, and I yelped as a hot slippery cock tip pushed against the tight ring of my anus. My shocked scream was gagged by the cock finding my open mouth again. My anal muscles protested and gave away, stretching unbearably as the thickness pressed into me. I had been ass fucked once before, and had hated the experience, but this was the sensory culmination and my body seemed to explode. My consciousness was focused on the burning ring of my anus, feeling every vein and ridge of the cock pressing ever deeper into my shrinking body. My ass was fucked, with long slow strokes that seemed to pull my body inside out. Waves of alternating pain and unbearable please shook my body and my mind blanked out once more as I lost myself in an orgasmic haze.

Some while later, my aching body was released and arms, yours I would learn, helped me stand. I heard voices, muted and then silenced by the loud "ssssh!" you made. Still blindfolded, dripping cum from my chin, from my pussy and abused asshole, I was helped into the bathroom. Relief washed over me, my ordeal was over. I was helped over the edge of the bathtub and turned my face up, expecting the shower to start. Instead I was told to kneel and did so with difficulty, your hands helping to keep me from falling over. The water, when it came was lukewarm, and merely a thin stream. Then distinctive odour hit my nose and to my whole being recoiled. I was being pissed upon! I just sat numb and shivering. I shivered as the warm stream played over my body, sensual and filthy. A second hot splash on my belly and cunt has me moaning with disgust and hot shame. When you took the blindfold off me, I gazed up blinking furiously, finding aMay squatting over me. The last trickles of urine leaking from her bald, swollen lipped pussy. The pussy I had been eating, the pussy you had fucked. 

You climbed in with us, and dragged me to my feet. The curtain was pulled and the shower turned on. You were gentle now, the three of us enjoying the stream of hot water as you hugged me from behind, nibbling my ear lobes. AMay giggled happily, soaping my pussy and even my painful anus. You whispered that only you had fucked me, and fucked my ass. I numbly let the pair of you clean my body, then dry me with fluffy towels and a hair dryer. I brushed my teeth and then I was dressed like a child, and then aMay planted a parting kiss on my pussy before slipping my pants up. As you guided me out of the door, I saw you hand the diminutive oriental girl an envelope. She giggled again, and let out a stream of liquid Cantonese. She then put her hands together and bowed briefly from the waist, her wide grin infectious. My head seemed to clear as you pulled away from the parking space, and headed toward the centre of the city. 

"What was in the envelope" I asked throatily, my first words since my ordeal. You smiled, and reached into your jacket pocket. "Ah.. yes. And this is for you", as you handed me a similar envelope. I glanced inside and found a bundle of £10 notes.

"One hundred and fifty pounds. May got the same. The three guys each paid a hundred. They all fucked May - and finished in your mouth." My body went cold, then hot and I felt dizzy. I struggled to make some kind of coherent response. Instead I pocketed the envelope and we rode back to the hotel in silence. You parked at the side entrance in the service area, and I moved to open the door. You stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"Get in the back - I'm hard again."

You joined me on the back seat, and as you instructed, I opened your flies and pulled your erection out into the light. It was early evening, and we were still in full daylight. I bent over your waist and kissed your glans, licking in preparation for blowing you. With a handful of hair you pulled me up and said 'No, not that.' You had me pull my knickers down once again, then completely off. You then manoeuvred me over your lap, straddling you. The low ceiling had my upper body bent horizontal, my head and shoulders over the front seats. You lowered my pussy down onto your spike and I impaled myself upon you. I worked my pussy up and down your shaft, clenching my muscles, trying to milk your semen from you body once more. I was dismayed, but not overly surprised when your finger began applying something cold and lubricating to my anus. Your hands lifted my off your cock, then positioned my quivering asshole over your glans. I gritted my teeth and forced myself down onto you. Despite the recent invasion, and the added lubricant, it hurt. Glancing through the windscreen, my agonised gaze locked with a young lad, dressed in white and holding two bulging garbage sacks. My facial expression and curious position meant that he knew exactly what he was watching. We stared at each other as I pressed down onto your thickness, the warm thick club of your manhood filling my bowls. The boy stared at me goggle eyed, as I bit my lip against the burning pain, tears blurring my vision. I was down to the base of you, panting, feeling the fullness inside me. Your hands cupped my bare cheeks and you lifted me, unbearably up your throbbing shaft, then letting my body weight force me back down onto you. It was painful, agonising and exhilarating. Up and down your shaft, my aching anus worked you toward a final climax. My own orgasm, unwanted and unexpected built in my belly and I hung my head, sobs escaping from my pleasure/pain wracked body. You groaned loudly, and my tortured anus felt the pulse of your semen as you filled my ass.

Blinking away the tears, I glanced at the service entrance and found that my observer had gone. Your cock wilted in my hot behind, and you lifted me off you, sliding wetly out of me. Still hanging over the front seat of the chair, I could feel you pushing my pants down my legs, and when I collapsed on the seat beside you, you removed them completely. You kissed me, and then told me to be good, before pushing me out of the car. Back behind the wheel, you watched me stumble away, towards the front entrance of he hotel. The engine roared, and you were gone. I shook my head, trying to sort out the muddled, confusing thoughts and images filling my head. Had I enjoyed the past few hours? No, my inner self shrieked silently. Oh, yes... the darker side whispered. On unsteady legs, buttocks clenched forlornly, I walked through the hotel lobby, rode the lift and walked to our room. Your cum leaking from my abused asshole made my inner thighs slick and obscenely slippery for every step of the journey.

It was only 9:15 but after a shower, I told an ever curious Shamila that I was turning in for an early night. I wanted no dinner, no drinks and no socialising. I wanted to be alone, as I struggled to come to terms with what had happened to me. You were turning all me deepest, dirtiest fantasies into reality. Hard, pussy flavoured, cum tasting, ass breaking reality. There was no masturbation that night. I was, quite literally, fucked! I fell asleep as my head touched the pillow.

End of Part Two. 

Readers comments are always very welcome, (Always looking for ideas!). 



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02



With one final plunge and one final push, Smith sent several loads cascading down Friday's throat. He collapsed onto the bed and Friday licked the after flow from his now receding member, sending shudders through his body.

Smith sat up and place one hand gently under Friday's chin. He lifted her face up and looked in to her lust filled eyes. "What do you want Friday?" he asked.

"I want to cum, Mr. Smith," was her response.

"Lay on the bed," Smith offered and Friday accepted. He gently lifted her hips and removed her thong. Taking her hand, he guided it to her moistness. "I want to watch you pleasure yourself."

Friday's fingers moved to her clit and began that familiar, gentle swirling motion. She was wet and very excited. "You have a lovely pussy, Friday ... trimmed and tempting," Smith said softly. "Image your finger is my tongue. Imagine how exciting that would be."

"Yes, lick me" Friday quietly moaned. Her fingers danced in fast circles over her clit. 

"Remember how the leather crop felt on your skin," Smith whispered. "I could tell you enjoyed the feel of it. I saw your nipples harden." He spoke softly. He started to massage her oiled breasts. Her tempo increased. "That's it. All your lust, just screaming to come out. Remember the pleasure of the leather on your ass. The pain and pleasure," Smith encouraged. 

Every nerve in Friday's body was on end. She was a live wire, arcing with animal lust. "Image again the sharpness of the leather as it struck your ass. Remember how the pain made you feel, how it sent bolts of electricity through your body," Smith said in a soft, heated voice. Friday felt his strong and soft hands on her breasts. Eyes closed, mouth open in a silent scream, Friday was on the verge of erupting. 

"Pain and pleasure are related and in the right situation, one can cause the other," Smith breathed in her ear and pinched her nipples hard. 

Friday came! Her orgasms were intense and long. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she arched her back and bucked her hips wildly. One, two, three orgasms erupted from her while her nipples were firmly squeezed between Smith's fingers. Finally, she ran out of steam and collapsed on to the bed, sweaty and breathing heavy.

Friday recovered a few minutes later, alone on the bed. Clearing her head, she heard the shower. Lying there, she wondered how in the hell he was going to top that. Smiling and knowing that more and better things waiting for her, she gathered herself and went into the bathroom.

"Mr. Smith, would you like me to wash your back?"



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Birds, Bees, and a Serpent in the Garden

Mr. Smith and Friday returned from breakfast full. He removed his jacket and without a word climbed the stairs into the bedroom. Friday sat on the couch and opened the newspaper they picked up at breakfast. "Please come up, Friday," Smith called after a few minutes. 

"Yes, Mr. Smith?" Friday asked as she entered the bedroom. Smith had changed into comfortable clothes and was going through his closet. "Please put this on," he instructed as he tossed a dress shirt at her. Then come down stairs. I plan to relax this afternoon and would like you nearby in case I need anything," he informed her and left her to change.

Friday slipped out of her clothes and her bra and slipped on the shirt, catching a scent of his aftershave. "Very nice," she muttered to herself. Friday rolled up the sleeves and buttoned the shirt most of the way up. She left enough buttons undone to show she was a woman and slipped downstairs in only the shirt and her panties. 

"Please make us a pot of coffee," Smith instructed as she entered the living room. 

"Certainly, Mr. Smith. How do you like your coffee?" She asked.

"Half a teaspoon of sugar and a very small amount of cream," he replied and picked up the Arts section of the paper.

"I would certainly have made a wager that you would have gone for the business sections first," Friday said as she set Smith's coffee on the table next to him. Looking up from the paper, he viewed right into the shirt he had "loaned" her.

"I do read the business section, but last. Weekends are more review and commentary. I prefer to relax with the other sections and skim through the business sections. Please, have a seat on the couch and relax. If I need anything, I will let you know.

"Thank you Mr. Smith," she said and sat on the couch next to Smith. Her legs were pulled up beside her. Resting on the arm of the couch, quite a bit of leg as well as a little peak of her lace covered bottom was viewable from Smith's position and he took advantage of it.

Smith commented, "I did not peg you as a sports page reader," as he admired her legs and firm rear. 

"I am a baseball fanatic; a veritable Annie Savoy. I read the box scores every day, follow and friend my teams, and am pretty much useless in October and November. Winter is long and cold but when Spring Training starts, I come back alive," Friday explained animatedly, much to the delight of Mr. Smith.

"Interesting," Smith responded and gathered up the opinion page.

"Mr. Smith, would you mind if I pulled this blanket over me?" Friday inquired. "I am a bit chilled." 

"Not a problem," Smith answered.

"Thank you," Friday said. Covering her legs with a throw blanket, Friday returned to the sports page.

"Girl Friday! Wake up," Friday commanded.

"What? Mercy me, how long have I been asleep. I am sorry Mr. Smith," Friday apologized. "I guess I was too comfortable under the blanket. What can I do for you?"

"Please get dressed. I would like you to accompany me on a walk around the grounds," Smith informed Friday. He was standing in front of her holding the riding crop. "The day had warmed very well and it is a beautiful spring day. Perfect baseball weather if you will. Wear walking shoes. The paths are well kept but not made for heals."

"Yes, Mr. Smith. Right away," Friday said and sped upstairs as Smith placed a not so gentle swat on her satin covered ass.

In no time, she returned downstairs. She needed to do something dramatic to recover from falling asleep so she slipped on a lacy bra. She found a flowing skirt that ended just above her knees and a pair of white keds. Friday put Smith's shirt back on and buttoned it up appropriately. As a token of her position, she wrapped the chain leash she wore the previous night around her waist as a belt. The handle dangled in front. She finished by pulling her hair into a ponytail and held it in place with a single wrist cuff from Ricardo's present. After quick inspection, she hurried downstairs. 

"Impressive," Smith commented as he met her at the door. He opened it and they ventured out into the warm spring day. 

The sun was warm and the humidity very low. The dogwoods and redbuds were in full bloom and provided a pink and white canopy as Smith and Friday strolled through the grounds. Virginia bluebells, daisies, and other wildflowers lined the paths. 

As Smith mentioned, the paths were well kept -- and empty. Most of the guests were attending a Saturday bluegrass concert at the main hotel. Friday could hear the music as she and Smith climbed a winding trail. 

They walked along the trail with Smith setting a brisk pace. Passing through a large expanse of wildflowers, a large bumblebee started to buzz around Friday's head. No matter what she or Smith did, the bee would not go away and continued to buzz around Friday's head. Friday, concerned more about getting away from the bee, was not watching where she was going. She tripped over an exposed root and fell onto a patch of grass. As a result, her skirt flew up and offered Smith a good view of her satin-covered bottom.

"Are you hurt, Friday?" Smith asked offering his hand to her.

"No, nothing but my pride," she said taking his hand. "Thank you. It seems that that wretched bee decided to go pester someone else. I am sorry for being such a klutz."

"No problem. Shall we venture on?" Smith asked. Not waiting for an answer, he started up the trail, continuing his vigorous pace.

The trail took the pair through a patch of dense woods. Squirrels scampered around and from tree to tree. As they raced along the path, a family of quail bolted from of the bushes and crossed across the trail. The panicked birds startled Friday, who let out a sharp cry and grabbed Smith's arm. 

"Excuse me. The birds startled me," Friday apologized. Smith said nothing and walked on. Friday had to hustle to catch-up. "Where are we going Mr. Smith?" Friday asked.

"Jackson's Table; it is a special place I like to visit and escape from the world," Smith answered. "There's a local legend that Jeremiah Jackson, the first white man in these parts, lived in a huge oak tree at the top of this hill. He married a local Indian woman and raised his family of 10 children in the tree. One day the tree blew over in a storm with him, his wife and all the kids still in it. With no place to live, he packed up his family and moved on. The only thing left of their homestead is a large flat rock that they used as a table."

"Neat! I love stories like that," Friday exclaimed.

Smith continued his quick pace and because the path steepened, Friday struggled to keep up. She was not having the relaxing afternoon she had hoped. Still upset that she fell asleep and frustrated with the bee, her fall, the quail, and Smith's pace, Friday was just about ready to call it quits and return to the guesthouse. Smith was not helping her mood with his disregard for her companionship on the trail. By the time the pair arrived at Jackson's Table, Friday was in a sour mood. 

Jackson's Table was located in a small clearing where a low large flat rock sat in the middle. There was a good size mound at one end of the cleaning and a stone path winding across the clearing to the mound and historical marker. Friday needed to get away from Smith for a few minutes to compose herself and started across the clearing to read the historical marker.

"Susan! Stop!" Rob called ending their game. "Back up slowly."

"I have had ..." Susan started to say but halted as she saw the snake lying across the path. She froze in fear no more than two feet from the serpent.

Rob quickly and smoothly moved between his wife and the snake. Using a long stick, he "encouraged" the snake to look for sun elsewhere. The snake apparently did not want to make a scene and nonchalantly slithered into the woods.

"OK it's gone," Rob said turning to Susan. He saw her shaking and caught her just before her legs gave way. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in to a comforting embrace. Released from the serpent-fear, Susan burst into tears. 

Rob helped his wife walk to the table and sat down beside her. He enveloped her in his arms as she continued to cry. Rob felt her shoulders shake as Susan release her frustration and fear. For several minutes, Susan sobbed into Rob's chest. 

Feeling Susan relax, Rob released his wife. She raised her face and it was a beautiful mess. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were streaked with tears. Susan raised her hands to his face and pulled it close to hers. She kissed him gently on his lips; then again a little harder and finally in a full-blown, toe-curling kiss with their tongues dancing and pirouetting together. 

Still kissing passionately, Susan pulled Rob onto the table. With one hand, she reached down and began to caress his cock through his pants. Rob moved her hand away then slid between her legs. He quickly removed her panties and dove into her neatly trimmed and very wet pussy. Spreading her lips, he ran his tongue up and down her wet opening. Finding Susan's "rose bud", he made quick circles over it, causing her to shudder in pleasure. 

Rob ran his tongue up and down, savoring the many aromas. He spread her lips and lapped at her sweetness. Susan grunted with delight. The adrenaline from her fright and the sexual energy from Rob's attention filled her with animal lust. Rob sucked on her clit and Susan expelled a loud groan. She lifted her legs to give Rob as much access as possible and he took advantage of her openness.

Rob fucked Susan with his tongue; driving it as deep into her as he could. The faster he fucked her, the louder Susan moaned. He pushed his tongue as far as he could reach, then withdrew. He pushed his tongue again and again into her wetness. Susan was beside herself with excitement. 

Rob drove his tongue into Susan again and withdrew it very slowly until the tip was barely touching her warm and engorged skin. He then slowly ran the tip up to her clit. He flicked the little button rapidly causing Susan to take in a sharp breath. He then sucked on the sweet spot forcing louder groan, moans, and several grunts from deep within his wife. 

Susan's orgasm came on quickly and was short but very intense. She released her legs and grabbed Rob head, pushing it closer to her pussy as she came. After a quick respite, Susan sat up and encouraged Rob to stand. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them and his underwear to his ankles in one quick move. She took hold of his erect cock and stroked it a couple of times to make sure it was ready. She then stood, turned and bent over. 

Rob's initial thrust was hard and complete. He quickly pulled back and once again rammed his member deep. He knew what she wanted. Susan wanted fucked and fucked hard. Rob grabbed her hips and drove his cock once again fully into Susan pussy. He pulled her to him as he rapidly drove deep into her. Susan held on to the rock and cried out in ecstasy. Robs hips were like a piston of a human-powered engine, propelling his shaft in and out of her pussy. 

Susan erupted again, causing her to contract around tightly around Rob's cock as it continued to be pushed deep in her. A few minutes later, she came again, screaming loudly as Rob continued to drive his cock hard and fast into her soaking pussy. Finally, as Susan experienced yet another orgasm, Rob erupted deep in her. Shaking, Susan felt each throb and each gush. She stood there with her husband deep in her for a few seconds then fell forward onto Jackson's Table. She laid there, bare bottomed, and panting for several minutes as Rob composed himself.

Susan rolled onto her back. "Oh my fucking goodness!" she exclaimed. She was a mess. Her shirt stuck to her from sweat and it was caked with dirt. Her hair was wild with several strands coming loose from the cuff. She still shook with exhaustion and exhilaration. Furthermore, they could not find her panties. 

"Let's get you back to the room and cleaned up. We will pick up our game after we have showered," Rob said. 

"That works for me," Susan replied. They walked back to their guesthouse, hand-in-hand, passing several other guests. They giggled, wondering if anyone will find Susan's panties and knowing that Jackson's Table had yet one more secret to keep.



Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Consequences and Rewards

Susan relaxed as the water encased her in a warm embrace. She finally had a chance to soak in the guesthouse's large bathtub and she desperately needed to soak the drama of this afternoon away. Susan had to rethink that statement. While the afternoon ended really well, it was the journey to the happy-ending that sucked. In addition, she really wanted to soak when she and Rob returned from Jackson's Table, but they had only time to shower (together) and dress for dinner. Now she had warm water, nice smelling stuff, and bubbles and Susan loved bubble baths. 

As she basked in the heavenly water, Susan heard Rob moving around the room. "Rob dear?" she called sweetly, "How long have I been soaking?" 

"About hour and a quarter," he called back. 

"Really? That long? I think I'm nearly 'pruney' enough. Be a good fellow and call in 15 minutes," Susan called to Rob in a luxurious voice. 

"Yes, Your Sogginess" Rob answered sarcastically and Susan heard him go down the stairs. Fifteen minutes later, Rob called from downstairs, "Time's up, my darling."

Reluctantly, Susan exited the bathtub. Grabbing one of the large, fluffy towels from the towel rack, she dried herself then wrapped the towel around her. As she exited the bathroom, she heard Rob call from the first floor "Friday come downstairs, immediately." With their game back on and interested to see what Rob's alter-ego, "Mr. Smith," had in store, Friday headed downstairs dressed only in the towel.

"Yes, Mr. Smith?" Friday asked as she entered the dimly lit living room. 

Shirtless and in black silk pajama pants, Mr. Smith stood by a wooden bench. He was holding the riding crop. "Drop the towel!" he commanded crisply.

"Yes, Mr. Smith," Friday said and the towel fell to the floor. 

"Come here!" Smith snapped pointing at the floor in front him with the riding crop. Friday silently moved to him and stood humbly. "Chin up!" he commanded. Smith buckled the collar around her neck and attached the leash she had worn as a belt on their way to Jackson's Table. "Sit!" Smith directed and pointed to the bench with the riding crop. Friday obeyed. 

"Arms up!" Smith instructed. Friday watched as he cuffed first her left, then her right wrist. "Down!" he said and Friday put her arms down. He took hold of the leash and with a strong tug and a slap of the crop to towards the floor, he ordered, "on all fours!" Friday scrambled to her hands and knees. 

"Move," Smith ordered with a quick slap of the riding crop on Friday's bare ass cheek. Walking as a person would with a pet, Smith and Friday moved across the living room to a coffee table. "Stand on the table and be still!" be commanded. Friday did as directed. Smith then fastened a cuff to each ankle. He also attached nipple clamps that were included in Ricardo's gift running the connecting chain through the loop on her collar. Grabbing the leash and with a firm downward tug, Smith dictated, "Step down and drop to your hands and knees! Back to the bench, Friday." Friday did as instructed and crawled across the room to the bench.

When they arrived at the bench, Smith realized he had left the riding crop at the coffee table. "Fetch my crop, Friday and be quick!" Smith ordered. Friday crawled hastily to the table, grabbed the riding crop with her mouth and returned to Smith. She sat back on her heals and submissively offered the riding crop to Smith, who roughly snatched it. "Sit," he commanded pointing at the bench with the riding crop. Friday sat obediently and he blindfolded her. "Hands behind your back," her ordered and connected her wrist cuffs together. 

Continuing to stand behind Friday, he started to speak in a low, but firm tone. "When you arrived last night, I laid out what I expected and gave you the choice to stay or walk away. When you came into my bedroom last night, you accepted my offer. Frankly, My Girl Friday, you surprised me coming to me dressed as you did. You also surpassed my expectations by offering to wash my back in the shower."

Smith placed the head of the riding crop on Friday's shoulder and continued. "However, this afternoon was fiasco. If you disappointed me only once, we would not be having this discussion. But, you fell asleep when you should have been serving me. You were caught off guard by harmless birds and had trouble keeping up. Then at Jackson's Table, you stormed off like a spoiled brat and in the process almost ruined the entire weekend by not watching where you were going. So tonight, you face the consequences." Smith lightly and slowly rubbed the tip of riding crop up and down her spine. Chills passed over Friday's skin. "Stand and turn around," He said sharply. "Now kneel!" 

Smith placed a hand on the back of her head and firmly pushed Friday's body down until her torso lay on the bench. Friday braced herself and Smith brought the riding down hard on her bare ass hard producing a painful sounding smack. Friday grunted. He paused then laid four quick swats on her ass, all equally as hard as the first. "That was for falling asleep!" He spanked her twice more. "Those were for letting a small insignificant insect control you actions." He laid three more hard stokes on her bare bottom. "Those were for allowing unexpected events divert you from your goal." 

He paused for several seconds. Friday knew that more was coming. Actually, she hoped more was coming. "One more thing Friday," Smith said at last, in a quiet and dominant tone, "KEEP ... YOUR ... EYES ... ON ... THE ... PATH ... AND ... YOUR ... GOAL!" he chastised her, each word emphasized with a pause and a hard slap from his riding crop, turning her skin bright red. 

Tears welled up in Friday's eyes. The spanking was painful, but it also ignited her smoldering lust to a full-blown carnal bonfire. The environment, being blindfolded, bound, and totally submissive was incredibly erotic and sensuous. Friday desperately wanted more. She wanted to feel the crop on her ass again. She wanted to cum while being spanked. She wanted to feel pain and pleasure like the night before, but, more intense, more explosive. 

Smith's last stroke stayed on her skin for a moment then he slowly ran the crop up between her buttocks and up her spine again. She felt chills following the crop. "I certainly hope you have learned an important lesson this evening, my Girl Friday," he said in mock instruction as he tickled with the riding crop. 

"Yes Mr. Smith. I will not fail you again," Friday affirmed.

"I would not be so quick to agree Girl Friday," he said. You see I took the liberty to go through your things while you were in the bath and I found a couple of interesting items. Tell me, why would you bring a dildo, a vibrator, and a dominatrix kit with you? What are your intentions?" Smith interrogated her.

"They are emergency items," Friday lied weakly.

Smith brought the crop down hard and fast three times. "Do not lie to me, Friday," he growled. "or if you do, make your lies believable. What were you planning to do with your toys?"

"A girl in my ... uh ... line of business, needs to be prepared for any situation," Friday explained. "Many of my clients are women and I need to have options. Some of my men customers like to watch me; others like to use the toys on me. And still others like to switch roles, if you will." She felt the crop leave her skin. "Please sir, that is the truth. You are a businessman and must know what it takes to please your customers," she begged.

"Interesting and true enough," Smith agreed. Friday heard the soft buzz of her vibrator. "Nevertheless, they may still come in handy," he mused. 

Friday felt her legs gently pushed apart, exposing her now soaking wet pussy. She felt the gentle vibrations of her vibrator first on the sensitive skin of her bum. Smith lightly rubbed the toy over against her skin, then slowly down between her cheeks. He let the tip rest on her perineum for several seconds, which sent pulsations throughout her abdomen, ass, and womanhood and intensified her passion. 

Friday bit her lip in pleasure and anticipation. Every sense was exploding with desire. She saw in her minds eyes carnally sinister and fantastically erotic pictures of her naked, leashed, bound, and blindfolded. She felt the clamps gently squeezing her nipples, sending a quiet and constant stream of blissful pain through her chest. She heard the soft hum of the vibrator and Smith's calm, quiet, and seductive voice. She smelled an earthy mixture of sweat, aftershave, bath oil, and her own musky juices. And she tasted lust.

She was helpless and totally in Smith's control. Not that Friday wanted to move because tonight, vulnerability is a powerful aphrodisiac. It drove her desire. The previous night Smith had told her that in right situations, pain and pleasure were related, one causing the other. Tonight was proof. Her spanking made her feel alive and fueled her wanton lust. Friday stood titillating close to the brink of an orgasmic precipice. Pain, pleasure, desire, and lust were driving her toward the edge and Smith's slow and controlled manipulation restrained her from going over. 

Smith rubbed the vibrator between her lips. Friday groaned in pleasure as it sent ripples of pleasure emanating through her. He held the toy against her clit and a breathless "ahhh ... yesssss" escaped from her. Smith then inserted the vibrator deep into Friday with a single, slow motion. "Yesssss!" Friday gasped. Smith then slowly withdrew the toy. 

He increased the vibrating speed and inserted the toy once again. He paused and held it in her pussy. "Yes ... damn that feels good!" Friday cried. Smith chastised her for her colorful language with a hard slap on her ass. He removed the vibrator and shifted position she he could kneel behind her. Smith touched the toy to her clit and kept it there for what seemed to Friday to be forever. "Oh my! ... Fuck!" she gasped, resulting from two more smacks on her bottom. Friday began to shake as her orgasm began to rise. 

Smith removed the vibrator from her clit and inserted it once again, pushing the toy deep within her quim. He turned the vibrator to its highest setting, keeping it deep in Friday's pussy. Using a single finger, he began to draw slow circles over her clit. "Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!" Friday called out. Smith increased the speed of his revolutions. More circles, more cries, and closer to climax. "YES! OH MY ... YES!" Friday barked. Smith withdrew the vibrator rapidly then returned it quickly. He made more and faster circles and inserted the toy faster and with more forceful thrusts. 

Smith actions were well coordinated and they were too much for Friday. "YES! YES! YES! OH YES! ... I'M CUMMING!" Friday wailed. Undeterred, Smith continued his circles and thrusts. Friday screamed as wave after wave of orgasmic energy flooded her senses. 

Smith removed the vibrator slowly and turned it off. He disconnected her cuffs and Friday's arms fall limply to the floor. He moved to nearby chair and waited patiently for her to recover. He stayed silent as her shaking slowly diminished and her breathing became less raspy. 

"Sit up Friday," Smith called from his perch. Slowly, she sat back on her heals. Moving quickly and silently, Smith grabbed the leash. "Heal!" he instructed. Slowly, Friday did as she was told and fell to her hands and knees. He tugged on the leash and guided her to the couch. "Sit!" he instructed and when she tried to stand, he pushed her to the floor. 

Friday felt the leash fall between her breasts and heard Smith remove his pants. "Open your mouth," he commanded. She did as instructed and felt his cock on her lips. "Suck my cock!" he growled. Raising her hands to help her she did as instructed and sucked, licked, and kissed Smith's manhood until it was hard. 

Smith pushed his staff deep into her throat then withdrew it, allowing Friday to catch her breath. She pulled his stiff shaft to her lips and she accepted it as Smith pushed deep into her throat. Friday relaxed as his cock slip smoothly to the back of her throat. She put her hands on Smith's ass and pulled him closer, sliding his shaft deeper down her throat. Smith withdrew and Friday swallowed. She guided his cock once again to her mouth and encouraged Smith to push it deeper. Smith withdrew before he exploded.

"Stand up, Friday," Smith commanded. He then instructed and helped her move to the couch and laid her back. "Put your hand above your head," Smith ordered and reconnected the cuffs. He then lashed them to the arm of the sofa. Friday heard Smith move around the room but could not figure out what he was doing. She felt the couch move as Smith knelt between her legs. He lifted her hips and slipped a pillow under her. Smith lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders.

Friday again heard the whirr of the vibrator. Smith inserted it in to her pussy and turned it on high. Then she felt Smith rub something slick and warm over her sphincter. Something, a finger maybe, slowly and gently probed her ass. 

Smith worked one finger slowly into Friday ass until she relaxed. He then inserted a second and worked that in and out. Smith removed his fingers and then slowly inserted her dildo. He worked both dildo and vibrator in unison; slowly and smoothly. None of the rough play at the bench; Smith was gentle but determined. Nevertheless, the double penetration sent her over the edge and into another screaming orgasm. Not waiting for her to calm down, Smith removed the dildo and pushed his condom-covered cock slowly into her ass. 

The tip gently spread Friday's hole and the head smoothly slipped in. Smith then gently but firmly pushed one quarter of his cock into Friday's ass and paused. He then inserted half of his cock and paused again. Finally, Smith pushed his entire cock in. 

Slowly at first, Smith fucked Friday's ass. He quickened his pace as she became accustomed and relaxed. Friday felt the vibrations from the toy and the ribs of the condom as Smith pushed in and out. "Do you like to be fucked in the ass my Girl Friday?" Smith asked. "Tell me how you like to be fucked."

"Yes, I love being fuck in the ass," Friday replied. "Please fuck me hard," she begged. "I want you deep in me."

Smith increased his speed and depth. "Yes! Yes! AHHHHHHHHH," Friday cried as she climaxed again. Friday cried out at the top of her lungs as wave after orgasmic wave passed through her body.

Smith continued to fuck her through her orgasm. He fucked her hard and fast as he felt his own orgasm begin to rise. Each hard thrust brought him closer to climax. Finally, he could hold back no more. "FUCK!" he cried as with one final push he erupted deep in Friday's ass. 

Smith removed the vibrator but kept his cock inside Friday until he relaxed. He withdrew and pulled the pillow from underneath Friday. 

Friday's orgasm, or orgasms to be more truthful, was more intense and longer than any she had experienced in a very long time. It took her a long time to recover her composure. Maybe it was the evening's sex-fest or maybe it was being tied to a couch, naked, and blindfolded. No matter the reason, Friday enjoyed the outcome immensely.

Friday felt the couch move as Smith extricated himself. She heard him move around the room then go up the stairs. "Mr. Smith ... er ... Please? Where are you going? Mr. Smith?!" she cried out. 

No answer.

"ROBERT YOU GET YOUR SEXY ASS BACK HERE AND UNCUFF ME!" Susan begged.

"Why? This is what you said you wanted on the drive home from the ski lodge last year," Rob called from a distance.

"Shit! And damn his memory" Susan said to herself. Resigned to her situation, she had no option but revel in the "afterglow" of her several really nice orgasms.

  Epilogue

The light of the morning streamed through the curtains as Rob's eyes fluttered open. He lay in the bed for a few minutes then answered nature's call. 

"What time is it," Susan asked groggily as Rob returned to the bed.

"9:17," Rob answered. "How do you feel this morning?"

"MMMMMMMMM," was Susan's answer and she relaxed in bed. "What time is checkout?" she asked returning from her turn in the bathroom.

"Noon," Rob responded.

"Good. That gives us about an hour and a half before we have to get ready to go," she purred and kissing her husband lustfully. "Well 'Mr. Smith,' how do you want to our remaining time?"

"Hmmm," Rob mused thoughtfully. "Do you remember what I did with my riding crop?" he asked and attacked his wife with lustful purpose.