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Big Game

By: bradley_stoke



The iceberg floated past the coast, white and blue reflecting onto the sea from its mountainous heights. This was by no means the first iceberg that 'En had seen. Indeed, they were a very common sight, particularly in summer, but she had no idea what they were. It occasionally snowed in winter, but 'En was not able to associate the sight of the huge white floating islands with the white dusting across the dry winter plains. But these were just one of the many strange things in a world populated by mysterious spirits and large mammals. 

There were no large mammals here on the beach facing the sea, however, apart from the seals sunning themselves on a rock not far out to sea. The big game was scattered out on the great plains: elephant, rhinoceros, deer, antelopes, even the occasional lion or hyena. However, without a hunting party this game was just to be watched and admired, rather like the floating iceberg, gradually melting on its long slow journey south. 'En loved to sit by the sea, even though here, like everywhere else, she had to be careful of those dangerous animals which would see her as just food. Not at all as a young, growing girl on the verge of adulthood, looking for a husband.

Of course, it wasn't a husband that she had expected to see on the long sandy beach. She had always thought he would be one of the men from her village not many strides away, just by the river, and visible from the sand dune where she was sitting cross-legged and brushed by the warm sea breeze. Smoke was rising from the many fires that blazed in the village. Even though it was summer, she could remember the cool of the winter, when mammoth and bison would come down from the north, bringing with them the warm fur skins that kept her and her people warm. She pulled together the leopard fur that draped around her neck and shoulders at the memory of those cold, snow-free nights. And then she looked out across the sand, hoping to see some small animal she could hunt and kill and take back to her village. It was then that she saw Nuna'en. Of course, she didn't know his name. Nor even that he was human. It was just a bundle of fur sprawled on the sand, which only as she approached and could see his strangely pale skin was she persuaded that it was a human.

As she rolled over and examined the body, there were many things that she found extraordinary. Not least of which being that here was someone who was not from her village. In all her life, nor in the lives of the village elders, had anyone ever met someone who did not come from her village. Then there was his pale skin: so odd in contrast to her own light brown skin. A face that was pinched and drawn, with ever such a long nose and a ragged mess of dark brown hair in which small bones had been threaded. And his dress. Thick fur. Perhaps from a mammoth. Or a bear. And strangest of all, it covered him from neck to ankle. This puzzled 'En. How could she even be sure that this was a man, even though he had a beard? How would the man be able to properly speak? And why would anyone choose to hide his or her sex? Nobody she had ever met, in either winter or summer, whether male or female, had ever hidden their genitals. It would be like hiding the mouth or the eyes.

Almost the first thing 'En did, after she had established that the man was unconscious and would not wake to her repeated shakings, was to uncover his genitals. And what a sight met her eyes. Not only was it bizarre that he should hide his penis in the first place, but that he should hide such a fine one. In all her life, 'En had never seen such a huge penis on a man. On a horse or an elephant or giraffe, she had seen many much larger ones. But never so considerable on a man. And this penis was not erect. It would be even bigger if it had been. She was tempted to stroke it into life there and then. And to take it into her mouth. To compare its taste with the many others she had tasted. Perhaps from a bigger penis, there would be more sperm. 'En shivered with delight at the thought of all that hot warm creamy goo on her face and breasts. But 'En was a good girl, as befitted a well-brought up daughter, and she knew that her first duty was to her village.

And so she dragged the man to the shelter of a rock, hopefully out of sight of any predators, and then ran back to her village, her brown legs and buttocks flashing against the pale fine sand of the beach.

When Nuna'en awoke he was astonished to find himself lying naked on a huge deerskin rug surrounded by more penises and vaginas than he had ever seen before. What was this? Why were these people so indecently dressed? The young, as well as the old, were not so much naked as half-dressed. And so many of them. Light brown skin. Flattened faces. Long straight black hair. And barely hidden by the thick pubic fur was an array of vaginas. He hardly knew where to look. Had he not felt so weak, his penis would surely have sprung to attention and he would once again be victim to the animal urges that had so often overcome him in his own village and had ultimately led to his ignominious exile.

His head fell to one side. His thoughts and memories overwhelming him, even amongst these strangers. He remembered so clearly the day when the men in his village discovered him making love with the chief's daughter. A dangerous sport, but Nuna'en was known to be a man who chased after the bigger game. Mammoths, mastodons, woolly rhinoceri, giant elk. He had hunted them all. And this contributed to his undoing. But why had the spirits blessed him with such a large prick if he hadn't been born to use it? Not an argument that the chief would understand. 

However, the chief was merciful. It was recognised that Nuna'en had served the village well on the hunting parties. No one could forget the day he heroically threw the spear that killed the mammoth whose meat fed and whose fur clothed the village that winter, and who by his bravery and courage had ensured the survival of the women and children of the village. Had he been a lesser man, his fate would have been castration or a stoning. The chief chose instead to banish him. He was sentenced to exile, in the traditional manner. He was taken to the shore-side onto the crumbling glaciers that were crashing into the sea, and left on a mountain of ice that was about to break away and become an iceberg.

And so it was, for how many days or even cycles of the moon, he didn't know, as the iceberg drifted away from the dry steppes he had known all his life, he was left to eat only what fish he could spear from the sea or birds from the sky, drinking only the melting water of the ice, as his home became an island of white and blue floating across the waves. It was a long lonely journey enlivened only by the sight of strange beasts in the sea: whales, sea cows, great auks, dolphins and giant otters. And on the way, Nuna'en was astonished to see that the world was changing too. Not as in the seasons, when the mammoth herds retreated south in the winter or the mosquitoes ruled the dark forests in the summer. But in more curious ways than that. The sun was higher in the sky. The trees along the shore had broad thick leaves. And the mountain of ice that he and his village believed would be his home forever became steadily smaller as the sun shone more brightly.

Until the day came when there was no mountain. There were other icebergs floating by, but his had shrunk so quickly to the size of a small rock. And then it was gone and with horror he was thrown into the sea, at the mercy of the huge strange swimming beasts that he had watched from the safety of the once much larger iceberg. He couldn't swim. No one in his village could swim. The ocean was far too cold where he lived for that to be possible, although here the water was almost pleasantly warm. His survival depended on the few branches that he had taken with him to make into spears and onto which now he could cling to stay afloat.

And now here, surrounded by these peculiar people. He opened his eyes again. They were talking to each other. But Nuna'en had no idea what they were saying. They were making noises that sounded so mysterious to him. Clicks, lisps, grunts, growls, and sounds that he recognised but were assembled totally differently. How could it be that people could speak but not speak the language of his people? And all the while, their hands were touching their genitals. This puzzled him at first. Why were these people masturbating so freely in front of him and each other? In his village, masturbation was not something that a man or a woman would admit to. It was shameful to touch oneself. The only correct use for a man's genitals was to be inside a woman's, and then only within the sanctity of marriage. But Nuna'en noticed that the genitals were only gestured, felt or shaken when a person was speaking. Even from the haze of his exhaustion he was able to see that this strange genital manipulation was actually part of these people's language. Rather like people in his village might punctuate their speech with gestures in the air.

And then his eyes closed. The effort of concentrating on these strange people was tiring. What he needed was food and drink. And his tiredness overwhelmed him again. Even the welcome, but rather forward, stroking of his penis that one girl was so keen on doing was not enough to keep him awake, even though his manhood stirred from the attention.

'En was proud of her discovery. And everyone in the village envied her for it. As the days went by and the tall pale man became healthier, it became clear that he was indeed a normal man, and not an exotic spirit. He had normal needs. Food and drink and sleep. But he was also very unusual. Pale and thin and muscular. And his prick! No one had seen a prick like that! All the married girls were clamouring for the privilege of knowing it better. And it clearly wasn't likely to disappoint. It became stiff, like a normal prick, even though it was as pale a colour as the rest of him. And one girl, who had tugged on it for very many minutes, reported that it produced semen just as much as it had already been observed to produce urine. 

And as the days passed by, he was gradually learning to speak. At first he couldn't speak at all. He made strange noises that sounded a bit like speech, but he never touched his penis and some of the sounds were like someone coughing out of the nose. But gradually, like a very bright child, he was learning to articulate. Able to say when he was hungry, thirsty or tired. This pleased 'En. She had been frightened that Nuna'en, as he called himself, might not really be human at all. Just some kind of peculiar ape or monkey who wore mammoth skin. But he was a person. And more than that, a man. Now, all 'En wanted was permission to marry him. She was ready for marriage. She had been ready for many months. The blood that dribbled down her leg each month was proof of her readiness. But until she had a husband and a father for her children she would not know the delights of a prick inside her. And she so much wanted Nuna'en's prick. Her father was the village shaman. She surely deserved the privilege.

It was her mother who had to give permission of course. When it came to matters of marriage or domestic village life, it was the women who decided. And 'Enwa'em was one of the senior women of the village. She had given birth to as many boys as girls, one a year, of which maybe five or more had lived to adulthood. 'En climbed the ladder that led to 'Enwa'em's hut, which was kept raised by stilts above the ground and the threat of wild animals. She could hear the familiar sound of her mother making love. It was her mother's admirable duty to sexual promiscuity that had made her so fecund. 'En hoped that after marriage she should be able to match her mother in the number of different partners she might enjoy in a single day. And every day. Her virgin crotch yearned in anticipation.

There were two men making love to her mother. Sha'an was beneath her, his legs splayed and his penis thrusting inside her vagina, while Rhia'on was kissing her, his erect prick grasped in her hand. As usual her mother was very vocal in her lovemaking. She could be heard from all around the village. 'En felt so proud. And her mother could fuck for ages! Before long, other men in the village would climb the ladder and join in the fun. 'En loved it when her mother was penetrated from behind as well as in front. As long as none of that sperm was wasted in the unproductive tight recesses of her anus, 'En was delighted to see the pleasure it gave her mother.

She knelt down beside Enwa'em and took her mother's hand in hers, pleased to see her mother give vent to great cries of ecstasy as Sha'an's penis thrust deeper and deeper into her. Not a penis as splendid as Nuna'en's, but more than serviceable. And then her lover released the blessed sperm inside her, a satisfying creamy release that seeped out onto her mother's thighs.

"What is it, child?" asked her mother at last, as she collapsed on top of Sha'an, whose penis was rapidly shrinking as it spurted out the last of its sperm.

'En gestured with her hands at her crotch to indicate to her mother that most of what she had to say would require her touching herself there. Enwa'em eased herself free of her lovers. She could see that this was a serious conversation that would require a great deal of concentration. Although the stickiness of the sperm pleased her, it glued her fingers together and would interfere with her articulation.

"I want to marry Nuna'en," announced 'En, using the gestures which made clear the seriousness of her intent. This was actually slightly painful as this entailed her thrusting several of her fingers deep inside the lips of vagina. And she was still a young girl. Her vagina had never been penetrated by a man's penis and her articulation was subsequently limited.

"Marry?" asked her mother, a non-vocal question that she achieved with no difficulty at all, her vagina almost swallowing her entire fist.

"Your daughter wants to get married?" queried Rhia'on, who as a man had to articulate in a different way to a woman. To achieve the expression he had to form a hole in his fingers between forefinger and thumb, and pull it up and down along the length of his sperm-soaked penis. "I hope I may soon get to know your daughter as well as I know you, Enwa'em my dear."

"And so you shall. But 'En. Are you sure? He is an alien. He is from a distant land, where he says there are many mammoths and very few antelope. And he has an enormous prick!" To articulate this last word, Enwa'em grabbed Rhia'on's rather smaller penis, which was however rapidly getting bigger.

"It is his prick that I most love, mother. I would so dearly love it to be inside me. As it has already been inside the cunt of many girls in our village."

"That is true! He has demonstrated his virility. He may yet give our village many children, for which we would be very grateful."

"So, mother, do I have your permission?"

"Both my permission and my blessing, my dear!" 'Enwa'em told her. "But he knows nothing of the responsibility of a husband or a father. I will have to let him fuck me this evening and teach him the benefits and duties of a married man."

Nuna'en was rather enjoying his recuperation in the village. He didn't even know the name of the girl who was sucking his penis, and doing it with such skill and expertise. Not that he necessarily found it especially easy to articulate. Some of his attempts to mimic the hand gestures of these people caused incredible hilarity. And it was an incredible effort to make the clicking sounds and glottal stops that punctuated the words. But the language of love, or at least of sex, was pretty universal. And nobody it seemed could keep their eyes or hands off his penis. The girl who was sucking his prick now had just a few moments before entered the hut where he lay with no excuse whatsoever and almost immediately knelt down to lick and nibble at his genitals. Nuna'en watched with pleasure as the girl's mouth encompassed his prick, her cheeks caving in from the suction, but still only able to get less than a third of his erect member inside her.

From the first day that he arrived, Nuna'en had been expecting to meet or to be introduced to the chief of the village. After all, he was a stranger. He was almost surprised that he'd been allowed to live. He was sure that in his village a stranger washed up on the shore would not be given anything like the welcome he was enjoying. In fact, at the very least he'd have been castrated. His tribe wouldn't risk the virtue of their women from someone they didn't know. But it gradually became aware to him, as his language skills improved, that there was no chief. There didn't seem to be anyone leading the village at all. 

At first Nuna'en couldn't really believe that such a state of affairs could exist. How could decisions ever be made? How could even the simple things like hunting parties be organised? But when he was invited on a hunt, he was able to see at first hand how these people organised themselves. The roles that people played on the hunt were not dictated by rank, birth or status, but by how good they were at performing the various skills required to track down and kill an aurochs, an antelope or a quagga. And he soon showed his worth. The courage and determination that had permitted his survival in his own village was immediately recognised by his hunting companions, who for one day, and one day only, were praising him more for his hunting prowess than for the size of the penis they insisted on grasping and stroking at every opportunity. The animals here were different to those who lived in the steppes near his home village, but there were very many more of them and although many of them were swift of foot, they were no more swift of brain. 

But he was not sure of his status in the village. He only gradually discovered that however brave or courageous he was on the hunt, or however well he performed in bed, he was still considered a lesser being. And this was not because he was a foreigner. There was something else. He felt excluded from the discussions that decided the timings of the hunts or where they should be, although he was more than welcome to join when they happened. In fact, he felt almost like a child. A position he was not used to.

Then he heard another person climb up the ladder to the hut where he had been allowed to stay. These people were as free with property as they were with their bodies, and Nuna'en had no way of knowing whether this visitor was for him or just someone who wanted to stay in the hut. If it was the latter, he had no choice but to let them in and to use the hut as their own. If the former, and here Nuna'en's heart still beat faster in anticipation, he could again be enjoying sex with multiple partners, a pattern of behaviour as common here as it was unknown in his own village.

It was however only the girl, 'En, who had discovered him washed up on the beach. For reasons that Nuna'en wasn't sure, this girl, as were other young girls, was strictly out of bounds to him and other men for sexual purposes. However free these people were, they had limits to their depravity.'En greeted the girl who was exercising his prick, who responded without removing the penis from her mouth by a series of hand movements around her crotch. It was then that Nuna'en learnt that the girl whose mouth was firmly glued to his erect penis was 'En's sister and that she was called 'Enya'a, a name that required two fingers to stroke the clitoris. 'En then sat back on the antelope skin rug with a smile and watched her sister and he make love.

After so many years of making love surreptitiously, frightened of being discovered and castrated, it was odd now to be fucking someone so openly, but strangely enough the very perversity of the situation actually rather excited Nuna'en. However, he was aware that 'Enya'a was hastening the lovemaking, to bring it to an end sooner than she would otherwise have done so, probably out of respect for her sister, but otherwise too polite to stop altogether. Like her mother, 'Enya'a was a vocal lover, but she had not enjoyed a cock as large as Nuna'en's before and her cries of passion were louder and shriller than normal. Nuna'en's prick pushed in and out of her vagina, as she lay on top of him, her small breasts violently shaking with her passion, the nipples hard and stiff, and trickles of sweat streaking down her slender waist and dampening their intermingled pubic hair.


Big Game



You saunter through the room and hand me my 3rd beer. I have a nice buzz on as I stare up into your eyes, ‘Thanks babe,’ I say as I take it and set it next to me. You are wearing a dangerously short black skirt, and a tight red spaghetti strap top. Your nipples are hard and poking out for all to see. You don’t care, you like showing them off.

‘No problem, sweetie,’ you say as you turn and head back to the kitchen. My eyes aren’t the only ones watching as you disappear.

‘You are one lucky guy, Dustin,’ a friend says.

‘Fuck yeah,’ says another. Smiling broadly at the compliments. Maybe it’s the beer, but I drop a bombshell and say,

‘And she’s not wearing any underwear.’ The room explodes, the guys hooting and hollering. You run back into the room. We all quiet down.

Andy says, ‘Uhh, the Redskins just sacked the quarterback.’ And with that you head back to the kitchen. Then he turns to me and in a whisper, ‘You’re fucking with us.’ All the guys lean forward to hear my answer.

‘Nope. I told her no underwear and she’s not wearing any.’ The guys shake their heads. I notice Dave and Jim adjusting their pants. I think their getting erections, but I’m not about to ask. I take another swig of beer. ‘She loves not wearing underwear. Gets her hot. She fucks like an animal when she’s gone a day without wearing them.’ The guys all take a long drink of beer.

‘No fucking way. You’re lying,’ says Derek.

‘Watch,’ I reply. I call to you and you strut in.

‘You called lover?’ you ask. I motion you over to me. You bend down and I grab you and pull you forward. Bending at the knees I lock my lips on your. My tongue slips into your mouth. You struggle a bit, then kiss me fully. While we are kissing I pull up the bottom of your skirt, without you realizing it. I let go of you.

‘That’s all I wanted.’

‘Are you sure?’ you ask in a sultry, thrusting a hip in my direction. Laughing I pat your bottom as I send you away. When you’re gone I turn to Andy.

‘Well?’

‘You weren’t lying,’ he says, then adds, ‘Dudes she’s totally shaved.’ The hooting begins again, but this time you don’t come into the room. I sit back to watch the game. As I take another pull from the bottle, Jim gets up and leaves.

In the kitchen you are standing with your back to the door. Your eyes are closed and your hand is between your legs. Gently rubbing your clit, thinking about my kiss. Imagining after the game when everyone leaves and you have me all to yourself. Dreaming of my hard cock pounding your tight pussy. You feel a body press up against you and you feel a cock press into your ass. A hand reaches around and begins to massage your clit. Groaning you press back against the hard cock nestled between your cheeks.

‘D, lets go to the bedroom,’ you whisper.

‘Let’s go.’

Gasping you pull away and turn to see Jim standing there smiling. Flustered, but excited, you say, ‘Get out of here Jim. What the fuck were you doing?’

‘Just came in for another beer.’ Smiling he takes one from the cooler and heads back. You stand there, pissed, but excited.

Jim sits down next to Andy and begins whispering in his ear. After a moment Andy gets up and leaves. I continue to watch the game joking with Derek about the Eagles cheerleaders.

Andy walks into the kitchen. You are sitting watching the door. Without saying a word, Andy grabs a beer and walks over to you. He sits next to you and asks, ‘Everything Ok Marla?’

‘Oh, yeah, I’m just a bit lonely in here by myself.’

‘Come join us then,’ Andy says and puts his hand on your thigh. You don’t move it, but you do open your legs a bit. His hand slowly traces up your thigh, ‘we would love to have your company. We would love to have you in there with us.’ His fingers lightly touch your lips and as they stroke you, getting all wet, you pull his hand away.

‘Get out of here Andy,’ she said. Smiling he grabs his beer and goes. When he gets back in he sees Jim and Dave talking. Both are smiling as they look up at him. Andy lifts his fingers and licks them quickly. Dave gets up to leave. Andy sits next to Derek and leans into him.

Dave walks into the kitchen and walks right up to you. You shuddering inwardly because you know what he wants to do and you’ve decided to let him. You know it is wrong, but you are so very excited. Dave walks right over and stands next to you. He grabs you, pulls you up and locks his lips against yours, pressing his cock into your belly. It is so big pressing into you. His tongue feels good in your mouth and your hands run down to caress his cock through his jeans. His hands move to the sides of your skirt, pulls it up and begins to massage your ass.

Realizing what you are doing, you pull away from Dave. You don’t say a thing and neither does he. Smiling he leaves. Your knees are weak and your pussy is drenched. As Dave leaves you see Derek enter. He is big and black and the bulge in his pants is enormous. As he gets close you try to go around him. He grabs your arm and holds you there.

‘It’s my turn,’ he says. He pulls you to him and pulls up his shirt. The head of his cock is showing just above his waistband. He pulls your head forward and places your lips at his cock. This is so very wrong, but you are so turned on and he is so big. The smell from his cock is strong. It’s musky and intoxicating. Involuntarily your mouth opens and your tongue begins to lick its length. Your pussy juice start to flow as your mouth opens. Your lips wrap around his massive head and begin to suck. Your tongue laps up his pre-cum when you feel another man behind you pressing his cock into your ass. You pull back expecting to see me, but instead it’s Andy again.

You pull away from them both eyes wide open. They are smiling and move toward you, but you run out into the living room. They don’t follow. You rush over and grab me by the hand. You pull me up out of my seat and drag me back to the bedroom. I notice your skirt is pulled up over your hips. I look back and see Derek and Andy come out of the kitchen. My cock hardens as anger gathers inside of me.

You slam the bedroom door behind us and lock it. You grab my pants and tear at them wildly. Pulling me to you your lips lock onto mine. Your tongue tastes funny. It tastes like it does after you’ve sucked on me. I realize what you have been doing with my friends. Anger boils up inside of me.

‘You want to fuck, huh Marla?’ I ask through clenched teeth.

‘Yes, I want you to fuck me,’ you breathe, mad with lust. Tearing down my pants you free my cock. In a heartbeat you are on your knees sucking on my cock. My hands are on the back of your head, pumping my cock in and out of your mouth. I am so close to cumming, but I stop you. I push you away. You look up at me pleading. Soft whimpers are escaping your mouth, like a dog begging for love from its master.

I pull off all my clothes, grab you by your hair and throw you to the bed. I push your shirt above your tits. I suck on them as I pull your skirt off. Your hands are on my head holding me to you, pressing your breasts into my face. Biting your nipples. Your legs are open and thrusting up at me. 

‘Fuck me,’ you growl, ‘Jam your big cock into my wet pussy, please Dustin please.’ 

‘I want to tie you down first,’ I say.

‘Anything, anything you want, just fuck me,’ begging your legs open and pussy so wet and open. I grab some scarves and tie your hands to the bedposts. I open your legs and slide half of my cock into you. A loud moan escapes your lips. I place your legs on my shoulders, bend forward and plunge the entire length of my cock into your drenched pussy.

‘AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!” you scream as I bury myself into you. I start pounding into your hot cunt. Sawing in and out. Over and over I thrust. You’re crying it feels so good. Thrusting up into you, pulling back out. Moaning so loudly, pulling against the ties. Sliding my cock into your pussy, pulling all the way out.

‘You love my cock, don’t you Marla’

‘Yes I love your cock.’

‘You love being fucked.’

‘Yes I love being fucked’

‘You want all their cocks don’t you.’

‘Yes, all of them’ you say, but you aren’t really listening. The pleasure is too intense, I can feel you cumming as I slam into you. You thrust up to meet me. I can feel your pussy tighten as I slam deep into you.

‘Fuck me so deep,’ you scream. Slamming in and out of you, I can feel myself cumming as your orgasm ends. I throw your legs off to the side and pull out of you. I climb up onto your chest. Smiling you know what I am going to do, you open your mouth.

‘Cum all over my face Dustin. Shower me with your spunk. I love it. I love it!’ and I jack off above you. My thighs tighten around you as my cock explodes. Thick ropes of sticky white cum drench your face. Spurting all over you, gluing your eyes shut. My cum lands in your hair, on your cheeks. With your mouth open you turn your head from side to side and my cum covers you. The last bits dribble out onto your tongue. You close your mouth and swallow it down. I slip my head between your lips as you suck the last bits of cum from my cock.

I pull out and get off of you. Your tongue is licking your lips trying to get to the cum that is on your cheeks and chin. As you try to get it into your mouth I open the door. My friends are all piled there listening. They are embarrassed that they’ve been caught.

‘Come on in and look at my cum slut,’ they gather around and look at you naked and covered with cum. They start to talk calling you a sexy slut and that you look good with a face covered with cum.

‘What the fuck are you doing Dustin, get them out of here!’ you scream. Pulling at the scarves that hold you down. You are almost crying and you feel so humiliated, naked with them staring at you. Andy pulls me off to the side so I can’t see the bed. As he is talking to me I hear you cry out. I turn and there is Jim between your legs, pumping his cock in and out of you. I move to you, but Andy holds onto me, ‘this is what she wanted man,’ and I realize he is right. You said you wanted them all.

As Jim pumps his cock in and out of you the others get undressed. Your cries of help soon turn to cries of passion as your hips move up to meet his thrusts. Derek has his cock at your mouth and starts to shove it in. Sliding your lips over it. He is so very big you can only get part of it into your mouth. He takes you by the hair and is sliding his cock in and out of your mouth as Jim pumps his cock in and out of your pussy.

Walking up to Derek I whisper, ‘She likes it rough.’ And with a smile he grabs your hair tightly and begins ramming his cock into your mouth. You gag as he forces its length into your mouth. He jams it down your throat and as you open to accommodate him you can feel Jim empty his cum in your pussy. As his seed pumps into you it triggers another orgasm. You are cumming and trying to milk both cocks of their cum. Jim falls away and is replaced by Dave. He opens your legs wide and slides his cock into you. It isn’t very long, but its thick and he pounds into you. It is so thick it hurts and you’re glad to have Jim’s cum as a lubricant.

Derek is pumping on the bit of his cock that he can’t jam into your mouth. His hand is on the back of your head pulling it us so that you are almost fucking him with your face. He’s pumping his cock and he begins to tense up.

‘She likes it on her face I say,’ but Derek ignores me. He pulls you up and drops his body forward, slamming to the back of your throat. Chocking on his dick you feel it expand then empty his load into you. You open your throat as best you can to take it all in, but it’s too much. You are chocking on his big black dick and all the cum he is dumping into you. Your eyes tear up, you’ve never had this much cock or cum at once. It hurts and his cock keeps emptying into your throat. 

You concentrate on keeping your throat open as you feel Dave cum inside of you. His cock expands and it feels like he’s ripping you in two, but the cum in both ends causes your body to quiver and another orgasm starts. Suddenly Derek and Dave are off of you. You start to cough, spewing up a huge blob of cum onto your lips and chin. Coughing as Andy mounts you and we all watch.

He slides his cock into you and I grab one of your legs. Jim grabs the other and we hold you wide as if your legs were tied down. We lift you up and pull your legs back. You are completely open and you clit it totally exposed. He rams into you so deep, you start to scream.

‘AAAGGGHHHH, fuck me, oh God fuck me!!!” and he rams into you. Over and over. Our cocks are all rock hard watching as he slams into you. In and out he pumps into you. I look over at the guys and look at him fucking you so deep. I yell to him.

‘Pull out, we don’t want her pussy too wet.’ Grinning Andy pumps you a bit more then pulls out. He jacks his cock and cums all over your belly. He takes and rubs the cum that dribbles out onto your clit causing your body to shave with pleasure.

He steps back and we look at you. I untie your wrists and you roll over to you r side. I tell Derek to lie down. We take you in our arms. You are limp in our hands, putty. You are our complete plaything to use as we wish. We pull you over Derek and his huge cock stretches your pussy. You try to pull away, but we don’t let you. He holds you as you sink onto his huge cock. Shortly you are bouncing up and down on him. I move up behind and press you forward. My cock is at your ass. With no warning, I jam my cock up into you. You are lubricated with cum, but it is still rough. You scream out in pain and pleasure. Derek and I are soon in a perfect rhythm, moving in and out of you. Pumping our cocks into you, pulling out. Slamming into you, pulling out. Suddenly there are flashes off to my right as I see Jim taking our picture. He moves in to get pictures of your face caked in cum but moaning in pleasure.

Soon I am filling you ass with cum. As I empty my load I feel Derek cum too. Exhausted I pull out. I stagger backward and Jim, Andy and Dave move up. Derek pushes you off of him. Andy lies down and pulls you onto him. Dave slams his thick cock up your ass. You start to cry it hurts so much, but you open to him. Suddenly Jim is sliding his cock into your mouth. In and out the three move. You are over come with passion.

Derek and I watch as they pound you. It is surprising how quickly they get into a rhythm. Two cocks are in you completely at all times. The third alternating. They slide in and out of you and this time it is my turn to take pictures. Smiling I see you totally overcome with lust. I see Jim tense up as he empties another load of cum into your mouth. He steps back. Andy and Dave cum at the same time. In moments they are done emptying into you. They pull away.

You lay on the bed and I take some more pictures as cum leaks out of your ass and pussy. Close ups of your gaping ass and open cunt. The smell of sex is overpowering. I look to the guys and ask if they want any more. They don’t they are tired and cum covered. The passion has gone and one by one they gather their clothes and slip out.

‘Do you need help to the shower?’ I ask tenderly.

‘I don’t want one,’ and I am surprised at that answer. ‘I want to feel there cum on me and in me.’ You are smiling as you rub the cum into your skin. I see you reach down and scoop a blob of cum from between your legs. You bring your hand to your face and lick it down. I am so aroused by you being covered in cum and loving it so much. I start to stroke myself.

‘You were so hot. I loved watching you fuck all those guys.’

‘I loved it too. I loved their cum and their cocks,’ and you rub your clit slowly. You are so tired, but you still want more. I continue to jerk on my cock.

‘You are my lovely little cum slut.’

‘Yes Dustin, say it again,’ and your hand moves faster on your clit. I move to straddle your chest. I press your tits together and use the cum that is there to lubricate my cock, ‘Yes,’ you whisper.

‘You are a cum slut, Marla. You are a slutty little whore,’ my cock and your hand moving faster, ‘You are a dirty little cunt whore that needs to be fucked and gang banged over and over again.’

I hear you whimpering as you get close to another orgasm, ‘yes, oh yes,’

‘You’re a cock whore. A cum slut. An anal bitch,’ my hips pumping your tits furiously, my hands digging into your flesh, ‘whore, you fucking whore,’ I repeat over and over again and I pump my cock between your tits.

‘I’m cumming!’ I yell.

‘Give me your cum, Dustin, please give it to me,’ you beg.

I slide my cock into your mouth. Your lips clamp around it and suck as my balls empty into your mouth. Sucking on my your finger tickle your clit to another orgasm. We cum together.

‘You little, fucking slut,’ I whisper as you suck the last of my cum into your mouth. Smiling up at me you reply,

‘Yes, I am your slut. Your cum slut. Anything for your cum.’ I get off of you and sit next to you. I watch as you rub and massage the cum into your face and skin. It is so very sexy. I lie down next to you and pull you to me.

‘When’s the next party?’ you ask.

‘Next week of course,’ I reply. And, giggling you grab hold of my cock again.

‘You are always so hard.’

‘That’s because I’m with you.’ Laughing we lie there in bed together until we fall asleep.



Big Game



Many thanks to floss83 for first editing and improving this story.

Tremendous gratitude to Marie for the scholarship, wisdom, meticulousness, fearlessness and patience that made it even better. 

*

"I'm exhausted," said Vernon as he pulled the car door shut. "I just want to go home. Today was hotter than hell, but the coach still made us do the full two-a-days. I want to grab some fast food and fall into bed."

"We have to stop at my house first," said Selma.

"Please, Selma, not today," said Vernon.

"You know my parents are out of town all weekend," said Selma.

"I forgot, but really, I won't be any good to you today," he said. "Let me rest up and sleep in tomorrow. It's Saturday, and I've got nothing planned. As soon as I wake up, I'll come right over and make it up to you."

"That sounds great, Vernon," she said. "But I want to suck my lollipop before I take you home. You know how much you like that. You told me I was the best in the world, and you'd never let anyone else suck my lollipop. Didn't you promise me?"

"You know I did, Selma," he said. "You're the only girl for me, and we're both gonna go to State next year together and get married after our sophomore year and have babies after we graduate and live right here with all our friends and families. All I want to do is make you happy and give you everything you deserve."

"Don't you want to give me my lollipop?" Selma asked. "I couldn't get out of my parents' sight for the last two weeks. How did you manage? You can barely stand it for a whole day if I can't suck on that sweet thing. Poor Vernon! You must have gone through hell. I thought you'd ask me to break all the speed limits to my house. Doesn't your lollipop want me anymore?"

"Of course it does," he said. "It's just -- oh, never mind. Let's go to your house. Only please, Selma, no more than that today. I'm so tired. But I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

"I knew you wouldn't turn me down, Vernon," said Selma. "You need it all the time, and I love that about you. It really hurt me when I couldn't give you what you needed the last couple of weeks. I focused on how you always tell me how much you respect and love me and how much I want to reward you for your loyalty."

"You don't really need to do that," said Vernon mumbled.

"What did you say, Vernon?" she said. "I didn't hear you."

"Nothing," he said. "I am so worn out, I can barely speak."

"Don't worry, Vernon," she cooed, "You don't have to say a thing. The conversation will be between my mouth and your lollipop."

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

"Hi, Vernon," said May, Sirena, Cloris and Winnie in unison. Selma had just pushed the door open, and Vernon was about to follow her into the house, but she stepped aside, and then he saw and heard her four girlfriends. At the same time they spoke, Sirena and Cloris each grabbed one of his hands and pulled him into the house. Selma followed and locked the door behind her.

"Come with us," said Cloris as the girls holding his hands pulled him and May and Winnie pushed him toward the big living room. He wondered what was going on and thought of trying to resist, but he was so tired he didn't want to make the effort. So he let himself be guided to the room, where he saw the deep plush carpet that he and Selma sometimes made love on was covered with a shiny blue plastic covering.

The girls brought him to the center of the room and then began pulling him down onto the plastic sheet. He decided it was time to resist, but while Sirena and Cloris were pulling his arms down, he felt the other girls each grab one of his legs and begin pulling them apart. He felt himself losing balance and decided he'd better sit down on the plastic sheet rather than fall on one of them and maybe hurt her.

Once he was sitting, two of the girls started pushing at his shoulders while the other two were pulling his legs. It wasn't long before he was lying on his back. Then Selma's friends attacked his clothing. He resisted a little, but after he pushed them away a few times and they kept coming back at him, he finally sighed and lay back and let them strip him naked.

He wondered what was going on. Is Selma going to give her girlfriends a lesson in sucking? This was really weird.

When he was naked, the girls stepped back and sat on the couch. He looked at them, but he was so tired, he didn't make an effort to get up.

"Yes, you lie there and rest up for the big game, Vernon," May said. "I'm doing most of the announcing, although Selma will say a few words, too."

"Selma told us what you did with that slut, Maxine. Oh, you decided to sit up now and pay attention. Yes, Maxine told you she wouldn't tell anyone, but she told her best friend, and you know how that goes. Did you really think Selma wouldn't find out? It was only a secret for four days.

"Selma was angry, but we were even angrier. You could have broken up with her if all you wanted was cheap sex." 

"But that's not what I wanted," said Vernon nervously. He no longer looked tired; he looked scared.

"Of course you didn't, Vernon," said May. "You wanted to have your cake and eat it, too. You know how special Selma is, but just because she couldn't be with you for two weeks, you couldn't keep it in your pants. And we know you didn't let Maxine just suck you. We heard all the details. You did it all with her."

"I'm sorry, Selma," said Vernon. "It didn't mean anything. I promise you I'll never do it again. Please let me make it up to you."

"You'll get your chance to talk, Vernon," May interrupted, "but you need to be quiet for now. If you're not, we'll have to gag you. You're pretty big, but you're really exhausted from football practice and we're all athletic. I think it all would take is for one of us to connect a foot or knee with your package once or twice.

"We are so close to Selma that it's like you cheated on us too, Vernon, and it's humiliating to know that soon everyone at school will know what you did. After tonight, we don't care if we ever see you again. We hope Selma dumps you. You deserve to lose the best thing that ever happened to you after what you did to her. Don't worry. You'll find a lot of sluts eager to service the senior football hero, and when you play in college, there will be plenty more. While you're screwing them, you're going to remember Selma and realize how stupid you were, because we all know there's nobody as sweet, as smart, as sexy or as loyal as she is."

"No, please, Selma!" shouted Vernon in a panicky voice. He looked around for her. She wasn't on the couch with the other girls. She was sitting in a chair glaring at him. He saw her eyes were moist, but her expression was steely, and she didn't say a word.

"But we don't think that's enough punishment, Vernon," said May, "and that's why we're here. We think you need to feel some pain and humiliation, like Selma is feeling, before she moves on.

"Selma, please let me --," said Vernon starting to stand up.

"Did you hear what I said before about the gag, Vernon?" said May. "You need to stay seated because we don't want to hurt you. I think the four of us can do enough damage to put you on the injury list for the first game of the season. So don't move, please."

May looked away from him toward the entrance to the living room. "I think I heard someone at the door, Selma," she said. "Would you please get it and have him wait on that bench in the entry room until we need him." She turned back to Vernon. "Now, where was I? Oh yes. We don't want to overpower you. We're going to give you a couple of choices.

"We prefer that you play the big game. It's called Suck and Stick, and it's a lot like football, because you will be penalized when you're offside. Here are the rules:

"You will lie down on the floor where you are right now, and Selma will take off all her clothes and kneel down and suck you. That's the suck part. The stick part doesn't involve hitting you with a stick, although I'd love to do that.

"While Selma sucks you, you've got to be lined up and completely still until you come. If you make any movement at all, you're offside. Look over at Cloris. See her waving her fingers in the air. If you are offside, she'll get to stick a finger into you. And then Selma will have to start all over.

"The same thing happens each time you move. You have to figure out how to hold still until the semen comes out to win the big game, and then we all go home. Oh, did I say the other girls will be filming you and Selma and Cloris?

"Once we start, you can get into any position or do anything you want, but the one thing you won't get to do is leave this room before you come. We've cleared this space out so nothing in the house gets damaged. None of us wants Selma's parents to find out what happened here while they were gone.

"So do you understand the big game, Vernon?"

"Yes, but I don't want any part of it," he said. He turned to face Selma, who had returned from the entryway.

"Selma, you have every right to be angry at me. I know what I did was wrong. I disrespected you and I'm ashamed. I can't explain what came over me, but I have no excuse. I was scared to tell you, because I knew you'd be angry like you are now. I don't want to lose you, Selma. Selma, please talk to me."

Selma blew her nose and sniffed. Then she spoke quietly. There was anger in her voice, but most of all there was disappointment. "Is this what our marriage would have been like, Vernon?" she said. "What if you have to travel for your job, or I do? The minute I'm not around, you'd be screwing someone else. I can't trust anything you say anymore. I thought I knew you, but I didn't. You put on a great act, but I'm not fooled anymore."

"Please, Selma," pleaded Vernon. "Please give me a second chance. I promise it will never happen again."

"I think that's enough, Vernon," said May. "You don't deserve a second chance. Are you ready to play?"

"No," he said. "Are you going to force me? You said it was my choice. Or are you going to kick me in the balls until I agree?"

"You're right," said May. "I told you we wouldn't force you, Vernon. You've got a choice. Do you know Billy, the new tackle who just transferred here?"

"Of course I do," said Vernon. "We practice together every day."

"What do you think of him?" said May. "He's much bigger than anyone else on the team, much bigger than you. I've heard he's really fierce in practice."

"What are you talking about, May?" said Vernon. "Yes, he's like a wild man, and he throws guys around like they're toothpicks."

"Did you know he was gay?" said May.

Vernon was quiet for a moment. "Yes," he finally said. "Some of the guys figured that out, and we had some discussions about it, but we decided it wasn't a problem. He doesn't talk about it. He does his job, and we do our job, and what happens off the field is none of our business."

"Well, Sirena knows his sister, and she told her about you and Selma and Maxine. Billy's sister felt really sorry for Selma, and we asked her to talk to Billy. Billy worships his sister, and he does everything she tells him to do.

"Right now, Billy's sitting in the other room waiting for us to bring him in. He knows you're here. His sister told him you think you might be bisexual and you're curious about having sex with him but you're shy. He thinks that's why you want us here for support while he deflowers you.

"Before we bring him in, we're going to make you docile. We may have to hurt your package just a little until you're lying on your back, and then take turns jumping on your stomach. Meanwhile, we'll gag you and hold your nose shut until you've almost passed out.

"When he comes in, we'll tell him you are weak from nervousness and help him mount you. See this big jar of lube. You're going to need a lot of it. You've probably seen him in the showers. Can you imagine what he's going to feel like inside you?

"We promised that we wouldn't force you, and we won't. However, that doesn't apply to Billy. We told him you set this up and want him to be the one in charge. He said that didn't surprise him, because virgins often fantasize about sex with someone strong who overpowers them. Even though the first time can be painful, they all told him later it was like a dream come true. I wonder if he'll say anything to you tomorrow at practice while your teammates might be listening."

"You're lying through your teeth, May," said Vernon. "You're bluffing. He's not here. You made all this up. I know Billy. He's not that kind of guy."

"Yes, you've known him all of three weeks since practice began," said May. "Maybe I am bluffing. Or maybe you'd really prefer making love to Billy to playing Suck and Stick. Maybe there are some more things about you that Selma doesn't know."

"Shut up, May!" he yelled. He was staring toward the living room entrance.

"Are you trying to see the entryway from here, Vernon? Look as hard as you want. Oh too bad! You can't see it from here. So maybe he's there, and maybe he's not. You've got one minute to call my bluff. After that, we're going to start preparing you for Billy with the lube."

Vernon was scared. He was sure May was lying, but should he take the chance? The game sounded less risky. He couldn't make up his mind.

"Time's up," said May. "Girls, get him ready for Billy." He the four girls start to get up. He saw Selma glaring at him. Her eyes were moist. If she hates me, he thought, why is she crying?

"No!" he shouted. "OK, I'll play your stupid game."

"That's great, Vernon!" said May brightly. "Once the big game kicks off, Selma will go out and tell Billy we won't need him. 

"OK, everybody," she said, "get your cameras ready and take your positions. Turn on all the lights we brought. There, that's nice and bright. OK, Cloris, get down there between his legs. Selma, are you sure you want to suck him? Cloris could do it for you.

"No," said Selma quietly. "I'll do it. It's the last time I'll ever suck him, and I want him to remember it."

"I'm sure he will," said May. "OK, before she starts, Vernon, you can get into whatever position you're most comfortable in. Nod when you are ready. Remember, you've got to lie perfectly still. The only thing moving will be your penis getting larger and then coming into Selma's mouth as she sucks it. If any other part of your body moves, it's an offside. Are you ready? OK, Selma."

Selma walked over to where Vernon was lying on his back and got between his legs. He was waiting for her to begin with gentle licking the way she always did, but this time she sucked him in so hard that his body jerked. As soon as that happened, she took her mouth off him immediately.

"You didn't do that well, Vernon," said May. "Look over on this side. See Cloris dipping her middle finger into that jar of lube. Don't move away like that. Sirena, put down your camera and get him to stop moving."

Sirena was a tall girl with a voluptuous figure. She quickly moved to stand over Vernon with her feet straddling him for a split second, and then she dropped down hard onto his stomach, knocking the air out of him. She got up as he was moaning and repeated her drop. After the third drop, he made no sound, and his body was motionless. He felt Cloris lift each of his legs by the knee, push them back and spread them wide. He had no strength left to stop her. Then her finger entered him and went slowly in and out a few times before staying in.

"Cloris is fucking you with her finger, Vernon," said May. "I think you like it. I see your penis stirring a little. Maybe it will be easier for you to come with her finger inside you.

"OK, she's stopping now. She won't movie it while Selma starts sucking again. Selma, you can start."

This time Selma licked him up and down and softly sucked his tip. Then she moved her mouth to his balls. When she began sucking them, he flinched, and she stopped. He was as hard as a rock.

"Too bad," said May. "I think you were getting close. Now we have to wait until you're all soft again for the next round. Selma is amazing. I hope you are starting to understand what you threw away."

Everything was quiet for a few minutes while his arousal slowly wilted. Then May said, "OK, it's almost all the way down. Go ahead, Cloris.

"Oh, you're surprised, Vernon. Yes, you were offside again, so she gets to stick another finger in there. Let's see how you like that. You seem to enjoy two fingers as much as one. You're squirming, but you're starting to get hard again."

When Selma started on him again, he didn't last as long as last time. Almost as soon as Selma took him into her mouth, he thrust at her, and she lifted her head. She leaned over and looked at him. She was no longer glaring. Her face was streaked with tears. The others were all smiling, but she didn't seem to be enjoying this. He wanted to say something, but he was still feeling groggy from Sirena pulverizing him and he couldn't think of what to say. 

"Cloris is going to push some more lube into you, Vernon, because you know what's coming now. And there she goes. Her third finger really woke you up. You're trying to stand up. That's allowed. Hold on to the couch, and it will help you. Do you feel how Cloris is moving with you? Her three fingers are staying inside you as you turn around. Go ahead and walk. She'll walk with you.

"No, Vernon, you can't walk there. Remember, I told you, you have to stay in this room. Back! Turn around! Girls!"

Selma stayed seated on the floor watching, but the others went over to where Vernon was dragging Cloris, who had her left arm wrapped around him while her right hand had three fingers inside him. The girls ran to the entrance to the living room and pushed out their hands as he approached. But he didn't stop. "OK, now!" yelled May as he came closer.

Suddenly there were loud gun shots echoing around the room. But there was no gun. It was the sound of two girls slapping Vernon's face as hard as they could while the third one was behind him spanking him furiously with a paddle. His head was snapping back and forth as a slap from the girl on the left sent his face to his right, where the girl on the right slapped it in the other direction.

Vernon stood there, dazed, as the punishment continued, and then he staggered. "Step back, girls," said May. "I think he's going down." Selma rushed forward and held onto him. "Help me bring him back," she said. "We don't want him to hurt himself."

They walked him back to the middle of the room and lowered him onto the plastic sheet. He lay there lifeless, as if he were in shock.

"I'm glad you tried to leave the room after we warned you not to," said May, "because the girls really wanted to do that. Looks like Cloris's three fingers are going in and out of you smoothly now. Maybe the pain from your face and ass will help you keep still when Selma starts sucking again."

Selma's magic didn't take long to get him to the edge once more. He held his breath and tried to keep from moving. He felt the urgency rising and hoped he could end the game, but then Selma deep throated him and slowly pulled up. She continued pulling until her lips went over his tip, and then it was like his tip tried to follow her.

This time there was no warning. The three fingers were replaced immediately by four, and all four began to move in and out of him, all the way to the second knuckles. He screamed in pain and tried to move away, but the fingers followed him and as they did, their speed increased. He began crying and saying, "Please, no, please, no," over and over.

"Do you want to get up and move around again, Vernon," taunted May. "Do you want to try for the door again? No, I guess not. OK, Cloris, pull out your fingers and add more lube, and then put them back in but don't move them. Let's see what Selma can do now."




Big Game



When Selma approached him this time, Vernon sobbed and pushed her head away. "No more!" he cried. She stepped back and looked at him mournfully and then turned to Mary and started to speak. Before she could say anything, Mary replied to Vernon.

"Yes, there's more," said May. "The game is almost over, but there's one more round. Try not to be offside again, because you know the next penalty. Do we need to hold down your hands so you don't interfere with Selma?"

Selma came back to him, and he didn't try to stop her. This time she began in the familiar way he knew. She was gentle and soothing, and he began to respond to her. She lifted her head and looked at him. He saw she was trying to smile through her tears. Then she leaned over and whispered, "Come on, Vernon, you can do it. Hold on now, and I'll try to make you come quickly before you move." He tried to smile back to show how grateful he was, but he wasn't sure he succeeded because the feeling of agony inside his ass made him lose all control of his facial muscles.

In a few minutes, he felt he was about to explode, and then his right leg jerked involuntarily. Selma didn't notice and kept working on him until May said, "He moved, Selma. Stop."

Vernon began panting as he felt the pressure from behind. Cloris had tucked her thumb behind the other fingers and was slowly pushing all of them into him.

His panting changed to a strangled gasp. He heard Selma imploring him, "Blow out, Vernon, blow out, quick blows." He tried to follow her instructions, but he had no idea if he was succeeding. All he knew was that his ass was splitting in two and he was about to faint. Then, suddenly, there was a little squirting sound as lube was forced out of him and Cloris's entire hand was inside him. She stopped, and he heard cheering. He looked around and saw Selma's friends celebrating. Where was she?

"We're almost done," May said, a little out of breath. "All you have to do now is come with Cloris's hand inside you. OK, Selma, get him going again." Then he saw Selma's head raise up. It had been lying on his belly. Her makeup was smeared, and her face looked as if she was in pain. He could tell she wanted to stop, but she just looked at him, cried silently and said nothing.

"We wanted to continue the big game with more fingers from the other hand, but Selma told us this is as far as she'll let us go. So this time she'll suck you until you're hard, and then you have to jerk yourself off. Understand?"

He understood, but when Selma's mouth got him hard, he couldn't do anything. His face and butt felt like they were on fire from the spanking and slapping, and Cloris was tormenting him by twisting her hand around inside of him.

He tried to pump it, but his penis wilted. "That won't do," said May. "Unless you want to be here all night, you need to come, Vernon. Cloris, push your hand in a little deeper. Did you feel her go past her wrist, Vernon? Does that motivate you? I'd like to see her go past her elbow. This time when Selma gets you hard, you need to get to work."

He worked hard, but it didn't help. May started to say something, but Selma spoke first. "Let's try one more time before Cloris pushes any deeper," she said. "I'm sure he can do it."

"OK," said May, "but if he doesn't, Cloris is going deeper."

Vernon shuddered and began sobbing. He saw Selma lean down close to his face again and strained his ears to hear her whisper. "Stop crying and focus, you goof," she said, "I'm going to get you right to the edge, but they won't let me finish you. While I suck you, I'm going to start pumping you at the same time. All you need to do is put your hands over mine while I'm pumping, and as soon as I stop, you take over."

Her plan worked, and he sprayed a huge stream of semen into the air to the cheers of everyone except Selma. When the stream finally became a dribble, he gave a gut-wrenching cry of pain.

"That was great," said May excitedly. "Cloris is going to pull out of you now very slowly while she's making a big fist."

"No she's not!" Selma screamed. "No gape, Mary! This is over. Cloris, make your hand as compact as you can and slowly take it out." Even though she obeyed Selma, when Cloris's hand came out of him, Vernon shrieked and collapsed on the floor.

As he was lying there, he heard the girls moving around him. He lifted his head for a moment and saw Selma sitting next to him. She put his head on her lap. "Selma, please don't go," he said. He was so weak that it came out as a hoarse whisper.

He felt her tears falling on him as she said, "Shut up, you big baboon! I'm not going anywhere. The girls are going home, but I'm taking care of you until you are strong enough for me to take you home. Don't look at me. I'm pathetic. Can you believe that I love you as much as ever? And I want to tell you there was no Billy. I would never have let them do that to you."

"Oh thank you, Selma, thank you," he said, and then his head dropped into her lap and he passed out.



Big Game Hunter



Sombat heard the garage door opener start to hum and he sat straight up in the chaise lounge by the pool. "He's home early. Where to today?"

He jumped up from the lounger and lit out toward the kitchen door, padding along on bare feet. Ham might go to the kitchen first. There was little reason he'd go into the study before going upstairs, though. Sombat scooted into the study as he heard the key turn in the lock of the door to the garage from the kitchen. He ducked under the desk. It was good that he was so small. There were many more places for him to hide—although he seemed to be running out of good places.

Ham did go into the kitchen first. Sombat could hear the refrigerator opening. That would be Ham pulling his first beer of the day. It must have been a rough day at the office—particularly irritating if Ham was coming home early. He'd be angry. He'd want to take it out on someone. Sombat felt his butt twitch and he let out a little moan.

He listened for the groan of that third stair tread from the bottom of the staircase leading up from the foyer to the bedroom level. His heart was beating a fast tattoo, but he felt it calm down when he heard the sound he'd been listening for.

Where would he try to hide today? Ham was getting so good at figuring him out. What would happen when it became too easy for Ham. Would Sombat be out on his tail? Where would he go? Ham was all he knew here. They'd met in Bangkok, where Sombat had been working as a masseur at the Senso Men's Club. Did they even have exclusively men's spas in California? Maybe he needed to look around at the possibilities of other daddies. He'd seen someone at the grocery store a couple of times who his thoughts kept going back to.

Ah, there went the sound of the shower. Just a few more minutes and Sombat could try to find someplace to hide. But where? Where would Ham not find him until the worst of his frustration and anger had dissipated. Sombat could usually count on the second beer helping with that on days like today.

Maybe where he'd least expect it—near where he started out. Sombat raced up the stairs, but silently, like a cat, helped out by his lithe dancer's body. He entered Ham's bedroom and looked wildly about, his ears trained to the master bath, to the sound of the volume of the water cascading in the shower.

Ham's clothes were strewn about in the room. Another sign of Ham's mood. Hamilton Sinclair was obsessive about neatness and order. Today must have really been rough.

Sombat's eyes went to the closet doors. No, too obvious. But wasn't that why he was looking to hide in here—taking advantage of the surprise of being too obvious? Two closets. Which one wouldn't Ham go to for a change of clothes? But even here, why did this matter? The mood that Ham seemed to be in, he wouldn't bother with a change of clothes.

The closet on the right then. Sombat had barely slipped into that closet when he heard the water shut off in the shower. He hunkered down in the dark behind a long line of suits, making his body as small and unnoticeable as possible, and closed his eyes tight, as if that made him invisible.

He listened to Ham come out of the bathroom and walk around in his bedroom a bit before hearing him leave the room. Sombat listened for the creak on that other step on the staircase, near the top. When he heard it, he exhaled, only then realizing he'd been holding his breath since the shower turned off.

He waited for a few more minutes and then decided that the balcony outside the master bedroom would be a much better place than this. If he was successful, and Ham didn't find him downstairs, Ham might decide to come back upstairs and get some clothes on before searching further—or maybe after having lost interest in the hunt and deciding to settle in front of the TV set with another beer.

Stealthily, Sombat moved toward the front of the closet. He disturbed a rack of shoes, but there hadn't been much noise involved in that—certainly not enough to be heard from downstairs. He opened the closet door slowly, wincing at the slight squeaking sound one of the doors had made. It wasn't loud, but under these circumstances it sounded like a screech. Had it sounded this loud when he'd gotten into that closet? He didn't think so.

In a low crouch, he started to move across the room, toward the balcony.

Ham landed on his back, with a growled "Gotcha" that flattened Sombat on the carpet. Ham was twice Sombat's bulk, and, despite his age, he worked out hard and was all muscle and meanness.

The breath had been knocked out of Sombat, but he was quickly on the move, trying to wriggle out of Ham's grasp. Despite the disparity in size, Sombat was able to get up on all fours and was struggling across the carpet, trying now to reach the door to the corridor, where he stood a chance of shaking Ham off and scurrying someplace else, if only for a few minutes of respite.

But Ham was too much for him, covering the small Thai's back with his body and forcing Sombat's chest to the floor. Sombat tried to flatten out on his belly too, but Ham jerked him back up to his knees with a fist in Sombat's lower belly, which made him exhale in pain.

Then Sombat was screaming out in pain and violation, as he felt the back of his Speedo being pulled down below his butt cheeks and fingers, already greased, invading his ass. He writhed and cried out as the fingers were replaced with Ham's already-sheathed cock, and Ham started to pump him hard and fast.

With a whimper of resignation, Sombat stopped fighting Ham and lay under him, calmly taking the cocking and moaning softly.

It must really have been a rough day at the office, though, because this wasn't enough for Ham. He wanted more fight in the hunt. Without notice, he rose off Sombat and stood there in a crouch, a nasty smile on his face, while, dazed and bruised, Sombat warily got to his feet. Ham's eyes went to the door to the corridor and then back at Sombat. This made Sombat's eyes go to the corridor too and instinctively set him in motion in that direction.

But as Sombat hurled himself toward the door, Ham's fist came up and caught Sombat in the midsection and he doubled up. Ham leaned down and picked Sombat's collapsed, moaning body up. The larger man twisted to the right and tossed Sombat onto the end of the bed in one heave, where Sombat landed on his back on the bed, once more breathless. He tried to scoot up the bed, but Ham grabbed his legs at the ankles and jerked him back to the edge, spread his legs wide, and hurled his body between them.

Sombat arched his back and cried to the ceiling as Ham thrust his cock home again and began to pump. The small Thai tried to struggle up, but Ham backhanded him and grabbed his throat with both hands, not choking off Sombat's breath impossibly, but enough for Sombat to know he could if he wanted to.

The Thai continued to writhe under Ham now. He knew this was what Ham wanted. It was what he wanted until he had ejaculated. Sombat knew that his mistake on the carpet had been to surrender too quickly. Ham's arousal was the hunt.

When Ham had come, both men calmed immediately. Without disengaging his cock, Ham took his hands away from Sombat's throat. One hand started to caress Sombat's body and the other went to the Thai's cock and began to stroke him to an ejaculation. Ham lowered his mouth to Sombat's and gave him a tender kiss and then worked his lips down Sombat's throat and to his nipples, which he gave considerable attention to.

This was the part that was OK with Sombat. After the struggle and the surrender, Ham liked to play with his subdued prey. This was the part where Sombat got what he needed—the main reason he hadn't tried to escape Ham before now.

Ham pulled out of Sombat and was gone for a moment. Sombat didn't move while he was gone. He was close to coming and he worked his own cock while Ham was gone. When Ham returned, having crowned himself with a new condom, he knelt between Sombat's legs and covered the Thai's cock with his mouth, working it until Sombat had come. Ham rose up over Sombat's body then and they shared a kiss laced with Sombat's cum.

As they were kissing, Sombat felt Ham's cock entering him again and now, in contrast to before, making slow, languid love to his channel. Sombat was sighing and moaning now like he hadn't done for the earlier fucking. Ham picked the young Thai's body up and he turned and sat down on the bed, with Sombat skewered in his lap. It was Sombat's arms wrapped around Ham's torso now, and his fingers laced into the hair at the back of Ham's head, and his lips greedily possessing Ham's, while he raised and lowered his channel on Ham's erect cock until he felt Ham shudder and come again.

They held for a few minutes, but then Ham rose off the bed and dumped Sombat's body to the side and was striding toward the bathroom for another shower as he growled over his shoulder, "You'd best start dinner. I'm going out this evening."

* * * *

"We gonna check out the cabin first? Maybe fool around before doing any hunting?" The voice was slightly nervous, uncertain.

"No, we can see about the cabin later," Hamilton Sinclair said. "I want to do some target practice first. Then I'll show you how I like to hunt."

The two had pulled up to the cleared patch in front of Ham's mountain cabin in his Land Rover. Ham had set up this weekend hunting trip with Dennis, a young guy who worked in the service station where Ham usually got his gas. They had known each other in passing for some time. And over that time, their chatting over the cash register had increased in length and broadened in topic each time. They'd talked about hunting and then when Ham was sure of Dennis, who had acknowledged he had a boyfriend and that he was always cash poor, they talked of what Ham was interested in. And then they talked of dates and prices.

"I've seen you driving around with a Thai boy," Dennis once said.

"He's a young man, not a boy," Ham answered. "They build them small and looking young in Thailand."

"You like them small, do you?"

"I like them on the run," Ham had answered.

Dennis had looked quizzical at that, but he didn't pursue it further. "Does he go huntin' with you?"

"Not out here, no, he says he's a Buddhist and respects all forms of life. When I go hunting up in these hills, he says he goes and works at the SPCA. He says keeping animals alive is much more noble than shooting them."

"He work there a lot?"

"Not really. I keep him pretty busy at home."

"But he's always happy to see you come home?"

"He seems to be. I think I keep him satisfied. I think I can more than satisfy you too."

That and the sum of money Ham mentioned he'd pay for Dennis to go hunting with him for a weekend was good enough for Dennis.

"You got targets set up?" Dennis asked as they got out of the car. He left the car only with reluctance and seemed more than a little nervous as he walked aimlessly around in the clearing. He didn't seem as assured about this weekend once he was here as he had been when they'd struck the agreement.

"Yes, over there at the edge of the woods. Here's the rifles we're going to use." Ham took two rifle cases out of the back of the Land Rover. Rather than walking out to where the targets were, though, Ham went up on the porch of the cabin and unlocked the door and went in. When he came back out, all he was wearing were his hunting boots. But he was still cradling the two rifles under an arm.

Dennis drew in his breath at the sight of the older man. He had been able to see that he was in real good shape for a man his age, but now he could see that he was both muscled up and hung enough for any man to take personal pride in.

"What? I thought—"

"Strip down to your boots, please. Target practice is sort of like foreplay for me. And I like to watch the body of my prey in motion before I hunt it."

"What? I don't understand. Prey? I don't think—"

"I'm not paying you to think. I'm paying you for your ass. I said strip down." He raised one of the rifles now, loosely pointing it in Dennis's direction.

Dennis got the implication. He was babbling a mile a minute, but he also was stripping.

"Shut up. You're making me mad," Ham growled. "Mad enough that I don't need the target practice. I'm ready for the target. See that forest over there? You got ten minutes to hide yourself in there and then I start hunting."

"Oh, god, no. Don't do this," Dennis whined in fear. "Let's go into the cabin. I'll show you a good time."

"Yes, I'm counting on you to do that," Ham said. "But now you've only got nine and a half minutes."

Wild-eyed, Dennis turned and fled into the line of trees.

It took twenty minutes for Ham to find him cowering and trembling in a hollow under a fallen tree and haul him out. Dennis was relieved to see that Ham hadn't brought either of the rifles, but his eyes went big in shock as he doubled up when Ham punched him in the stomach. As Dennis keeled over, Ham got him again with an uppercut to the jaw.

Dennis was seeing stars and, although he'd sent out signals for his legs and arms to check in, they hadn't done so before Ham bent him over the tree log on his belly and thrust a cock that made Dennis scream and his eyes to water inside his ass and started pumping him hard.

Twenty minutes later Ham clinched his buttock and gave a grunt of release and collapsed on Dennis's back. They both lay there, panting. Ham was groaning in satisfaction and Dennis was moaning and whimpering quietly to himself.

"That's what I call hunting, son," Ham whispered in Dennis's ear. "Now I've hid your clothes in the cabin—along with your weekend money. I'll give you ten minutes head start. If you can be in and out of the cabin before I get back and hunt you down, you're done for the weekend. If not, we hunt all weekend. Understand?"

"Yes," Dennis murmured. And this time he didn't lose the half minute of a head start.

Ham had lied, though. Dennis's clothes weren't hidden in the house. And he had Dennis on the floor inside the door to the cabin doggie style. Later they played hide and seek around the outbuildings. Dennis lost. That night Dennis was tied to a bed so that Ham could get some unworried sleep after he'd fucked Dennis goodnight. The next day they played "hunt" in the woods again. Herding Dennis back toward the cabin, Ham caught him and strapped him, belly down, on the hood of the Land Rover and scrambled up on the hood, straddled Dennis's hips with his knees, and fucked the pride of what he'd bagged there. He even took out a camera and commemorated his trophy.

On the way back down the mountain, Ham let Dennis lie on the backseat and moan.

They stopped half way down the mountain at a remote cabin and Ham paid a poacher for a fresh buck carcass, which Ham proudly strapped to the hood of the Land Rover just as he'd done with Dennis the previous afternoon. No one now would be any the wiser what the hunting was all about up at the mountain cabin—unless they checked the photos in Ham's camera, of course.

Ham had bagged his limit. Most certainly he had.

As they drove into town, Ham said to Dennis, "That boyfriend of yours is a cute little piece. I'll pay you double what you got this weekend if you get him to go hunting with me and don't tell him what that entails."

Dennis just moaned in the backseat in response.

* * * *

When Sombat saw Ham drive off in his Land Rover for a hunting weekend up at his mountain cabin, he went into his bathroom and showered and primped and powdered. After that he put on his tightest T and jeans and drove away from the house in the sedan Ham let him use.

He drove for twenty minutes, passing the SPCA facility that Ham assumed he was going to and then into the outskirts of town—and farther—farther with each mile from the mountain cabin Ham was going to.

When he stopped, it was by a long, white-washed cinderblock building with no windows anywhere but on the front. A sign along the top of the front wall identified it as Bucky's Target Practice Gallery.

It was the start of hunting season. All of the hunters had headed for the hills. Bucky was only here because he had an appointment to show the cute little Thai piece of ass he'd met at the supermarket how to fire a rifle. He'd seen the guy in town a couple of times—thought he was just a boy initially, but he'd been behind him in line when he'd been carded while buying beer and was surprised to find out he was twenty-two. That had turned Bucky on. Wondering how tight a hole he had, whether he'd cry like a little boy while he was being fucked, became obsessions of Bucky's. Nice piece of ass and he'd been a bit flirty too. Bucky bet he wanted it—that he wanted it from Bucky.

Bucky had plans, like all the hunters, to be up in the mountains this weekend. But when the little Thai—he'd said his name was Sombat—said he'd really like to learn to shoot a rifle, what could Bucky do but say yes? Maybe they'd get to know each other well enough for Bucky to make a move on him. He knew the nice little piece would enjoy riding what he had for him, if he could stuff it all in.

Bucky met Sombat at the door and took him through to the back room, which was an open space as long as a bowling alley, with targets against a back, padded wall and frames at the near end of the room to support the stance of the shooters.

The Thai piece was wearing a tight T and jeans. Low riders. Bucky was going hard just at the sight of the juicy little ass bouncing around in front of him while they walked. He put a hand on the guy's butt to guide him past the counter and to the back of the facility, and the saucy little thing said nothing—in fact it seemed like he let his butt shimmer under the light pressure.

"Here, we'll use a shorter rifle, because you're . . . well, you're smaller," Bucky said when they entered the room.

"I'll bet you use a longer rifle, though," Sombat said. "Because you're . . . you're so big."

Sombat lifted his gaze from Bucky's package to Bucky's eyes and was batting long, dark eyelashes. Bucky felt hot and moved his hand to his crotch to reposition the constriction inside his trousers more comfortably. Sombat followed that with his eyes, and Bucky nearly groaned when he saw the Thai piece open his mouth and run his tongue along his lips.

"Here, let me show you how to hold that," Bucky said, coming in close behind Sombat, with his arms encircling the little Thai and showing Sombat how to hold the rifle.

The Thai smelled so nice. Like he'd just come out of the shower and had powdered himself.

"And, oh my god," Bucky thought, "he's rubbing his ass against my cock. I can feel his crack."

Sombat was moaning in a low, sexy tone, and Bucky let his hips go into a roll, dry humping the little Thai through the light material of both of their trousers. Neither one of them was able to hold the rifle steady, but that didn't matter much at this point.

Sombat took the hem of his T-shirt in his hands and pulled the T over his head and discarded it at the side.

After that, there was no turning back and no more interest in learning to use a rifle. Bucky had his hands all over the bare torso of the luscious Thai piece. Sombat arched his back and lifted his hands to behind Bucky's neck and turned his face up to Bucky's. They kissed passionately, and Bucky's hands went to unzipping Sombat's jeans and pushing them down his legs and then his own trousers, and then to palming Sombat's butt cheeks and separating them and thumbing the Thai's hole. He was surprised and thrilled when Sombat's rim opened and sucked the thumbs right in.

"He's going to be able to take me," Bucky thought in amazement. "He could take me right now. Have to have him right now."

"Ankles on frame," Sombat murmured when they came out of the kiss.

"What?"




Big Game Hunter



"Lift my ankles up on frame," Sombat whimpered. "I can open up then and take you deep. Fuck me, please. Now. Deep."

Finally getting the idea, and aroused at how flexible the little Thai must be, Bucky reached down for Sombat's legs and lifted and spread them and hung the Thai's ankles on the rifle stand shelf of the frame so that Sombat's ass crack was resting on Bucky's jutting cock. This opened up the small Thai to him and he found his hard cock slid right inside Sombat's channel, being drawn in by Sombat's talented channel muscles and encouraged by Sombat's cries of being taken by a glorious monster cock.

After that, the only firing done in the shooting gallery that afternoon was Bucky unloading deep inside Sombat's channel—repeatedly.

"What was that you said?" Bucky murmured as they were cooling down from the fuck, but still in position.

"Oh, nothing. Just that it was good for a first fuck. I hope there will be more. Soon."

But this isn't what he'd really said. What he'd said was really for Hamilton Sinclair's absent ears. What he'd murmured in complete satisfaction was, "There, Ham, you aren't the only one who knows how to hunt big game."



Big Game Hunter Vol. 01



All names are fictional. The actions in this story are for sexual fantasy only and do not represent any actual events.


COUGAR FILE #001 - Stephanie Harris
AGE: 43
HAIR: Pale Blond
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 138lbs
BUST: 32-B
WAIST: 30
HIPS: 36
Shoe: 7
MARRIED: Yes
TAKEN: 4 times.


My first hunt started in a drug store. Actually it wasn't so much a hunt as an impromptu moment but, you have to start somewhere. During my lunch break I stopped in to pick up some anti-snore strips. My wife complained whenever I didn't wear them. As long as she saw me put one on before bed she wouldn't nag me about snoring. Even if I took it off when the lights went out. 

On my way to the isle I was looking for I glanced down the isle I was passing. Standing in the hosiery section was a tall blond dressed in a blue business suit. It was very rare that you saw a woman that attractive standing around in a drug store. I wanted a better look so I made a quick turn and walked down the isle, stopping a little behind her and to her right.

She was on a cell phone and looking at pantyhose. She seemed half interested in the hosiery and half interested in the phone call. The bottom rack of the hosiery shelf had travel pillows stuffed into it, so I stopped next to her and made as if I was looking at those. Instead I checked her out. She looked over her shoulder and glanced at me then looked back at the nylons hanging on the partition.

She had long hair but I wasn't sure how long because it was done up in some sort of french twist. I could see the selves of a white blouse peek out from under the jacket she wore. Her skirt stopped at her knees and her legs were glistening with the shine of sheer hosiery. She wore blue, open toed, three inch mules. Her toenails where painted red as where her fingernails. Her left hand toyed with the hanging nylons as she talked on the phone. I noticed a wedding band with a large diamond on her finger. 'Lucky bastard' I thought to myself.

"I've got to head home for a moment. Don't worry, I'll still make the meeting." she was saying. "We'll have lunch tomorrow, I had an errand I needed to run today." She brushed her bangs away from her face with her free hand then put it on her waist, cocked one hip to the side and impatiently listened to the voice on the other end. While she listened I dropped to one knee and pulled out one of the travel pillows. From the corner of my eye I took a good look at her legs.

She had fantastic legs. From her slender ankles to her shapely thighs there was nothing I could find wrong with them. I noticed that her nylons had a run on the inside of her left leg. Clearly she needed a wardrobe adjustment and had stopped here for a quick replacement. 

"Look, I've got to go, I'll talk to you later." She said and hung up the phone slipping it into her bag. She snatched a pair of pantyhose off the shelf and then looked down at me. It was at this moment that I realized that I was staring right at her legs and now I had been caught. 

In the past I would have looked away, but this time I slowly stood up until I was looking her right in the eye. "You have very nice legs." I said. She stared back at me for a moment, clearly shocked and not sure what to do. I looked at the pantyhose she had in her hand. "Are these the same brand you are wearing now? I'd like to get some for my wife."

She looked a little like a deer in headlights, her bright blue eyes staring at me, and her body frozen in an awkward pose. "thank you," She stammered. "Actually this is not the brand I prefer but..." She trailed off realizing that she was giving a lot of personal information to a stranger. Inadvertently she glanced down and I followed her gaze to her left leg.

"Nylons don't last long do they?" I said blatantly staring at her legs. My heart was pounding and I was doing my best to stay calm. I didn't know where I was going with this yet but it was exciting and I was starting to get aroused. "What brand are you wearing now?"

Her face flushed in a muted blush and she looked up at me under dark lashes. "Secrets And Whispers" She said and she smiled weakly.

"Not a secret anymore is it?" I smiled. Before she could say something I added: "If you don't mind, what color are you wearing right now? It's a lovely shade. I'd like to get a pair for my wife."

"Taupe." As she said it I could see on her face that she was shocked that she had told these things to a stranger. 

"Thank you." I said and walked away toward the back. I circled around the back of the store then quickly made my way out. My wife didn't wear pantyhose. Nor did my wife wear any kind of nylons on a regular basis. Rarely, on special occasions, she would wear stockings, but I was never allowed to touch them. They might have been from Secrets and Whispers but I doubted it. I'd never pulled them out of her top drawer to look. If my wife caught me she would bitch at me about ruining them. 

This woman wore pantyhose every day. Pantyhose from a high end lingerie boutique. She certainly wore more from that shop! I decided right then that I wanted to feel her legs. I wanted to feel those pantyhose as she wrapped her legs around me. I was going to fuck this woman. I had no idea how I was going to go about it but it was going to happen. I had never committed a crime in my life and now I was going to follow this woman to her home and rape her until I was completely satisfied. 

I tried not to run to my car. Once I got in I watched the exit of the store until she came out. It seemed like hours but she finally emerged carrying a small plastic bag. I watched her as she walked over to a white Mercedes Benz Parked on the opposite side of the lot from me. She got in and I started my car.

I had never followed someone in my car with the intent to keep them from noticing me. I wasn't sure what I was doing or how to go about it. If this woman was anything like my wife she paid little to no attention to the things around her as she drove. I was hoping, that in this respect, she was like my wife. I watched the Mercedes as best I could and followed her as she drove away from town and toward the hills to the upscale houses in the area. This was the opposite direction from my house and my old Buick was going to look a little out of place in this neighborhood. 

I was lost after about five minutes. I'd never been over this way and she had taken several turns and twists. For a moment I was paranoid that she had noticed me and was trying to lose me, but her speed was normal and she wasn't looking over her shoulder. 

Finally she pulled into the driveway of a gray brick house. I drove right past as if this was my normal route, made a left turn at the next street and then punched the gas. As fast as I could I circled the block until I came back to her street. I slowed way down and crawled my car around the corner lot. 

Her house was two lots down and there was no car in the driveway. The garage door was closed. Suddenly I couldn't remember if I had seen another car in the garage or not. I turned right and parked my car on the street. I got out and started to walk to her house.

This was crazy! It was broad daylight! I had no plan, no method, no idea what I was going to do. Walk up and knock on her door?! I walked past her house. All the blinds where drawn and I couldn't see anything inside. The neighborhood was quiet. The house had a white wooden fence that enclosed the back yard. I noticed that there was a gate to the right of the garage so I walked up and tried it. It opened right up. 

I closed the gate behind me and rounded the edge of the back yard. The house was L shaped and from the corner I could see a small patio leading from a sliding glass door. inside I could see her in the kitchen. She had slipped off the blue jacket of her suit and her silky white blouse was half un-tucked from her skirt. She was looking in a cupboard clearly deciding on lunch. 

I hugged the wall of the house and tried to keep an eye on her as I moved closer. Not that I had anywhere to hide if she saw me. How far was the run back to my car? What do I do when that sliding door is locked, as I know it has to be? What if she's not alone?

While I thought about these things she walked out of the kitchen. For a brief moment I thought about bolting back to my car and going back to work. That would be the sane thing to do. But then I thought about my wife. How she would nag me for forgetting my anti-snore strips. How difficult it would be to talk her into sex. My wife didn't wear sexy lingerie nor did she wear designer hosiery. She wore pant suits at work with trouser socks. She dictated the terms of love making: No doggy style, only in the bedroom, and never, under any circumstances, would she give me oral sex. 

But this woman, it wouldn't matter what she wanted. I was going to take her how I wanted her. I could force her to do what ever I wanted! I would fuck her all afternoon! With that thought I ran at the sliding door. In a burst of adrenaline I yanked on the door, heard something pop, and the door flew aside. Much like my sliding door at home, it was cheep and the plastic lock had given way to the force I had placed on it. 

"Who's there?" came a panicked voice from the other room. I ran into the house and toward that voice. She said it again only louder this time and I ran down a hallway toward an open door. As I reached the door she stepped into it. instinctively I wrapped my arms around her as we collided, just as if I was playing football in high school again. 

Together we bounced off the near wall and then crashed to the floor. I heard the air rush out of her lungs when we landed and she struggled to breathe as I lay on top of her. I was a bit dazed myself and tunnel vision enveloped my sight. I stared at her neck closely, looking at the smooth skin. Her fragrance enveloped my nostrils, intoxicating me with the lust for her body. I looked down her blouse at her cleavage and then further to her legs. 

She had taken her skirt off. Her blouse draped just at the top of her thighs and her long pantyhose covered legs were displayed in front of me. One shoe had been knocked off in the collision and her bare nylon foot caught the sun just right making it shine and appear superbly silky. 

She started to cough as she got her wind back and I realized that I was in her bedroom. No one else had shouted. I don't know how long we lie on the floor but if there was another person in the house they hadn't heard anything nor had they come to her rescue. I stood up and manhandled her to her feet. 

On the bed lay her skirt neatly folded and next to it the package of new hosiery. The pantyhose had been removed and lie in a bunch next to the package. She must have been in the act of switching to her undamaged hose.

She was still dazed and it seemed she hadn't quite found her breath. I roughly turned her and bent her over the bed. I wrestled with her until I had both her arms pinned behind her back. I grabbed the pantyhose on the bed and used them to bind her wrists and forearms together. It took me a moment as I adjusted her arms to fold across the small of her back and then wrap them in the sheer nylon. When I finished tying the knots she started to scream for help.

I grabbed the back of her head and forced her face into the bed, cutting off her scream. She continued to yell but it was muffled by the bedclothes. She started to kick her legs and her other shoe flipped off and smacked the wall. This was making a lot of noise and I was getting nervous. I yanked her up on her feet then, lifting her off the ground, threw my self forward on the bed slamming my body onto hers. We were fully on the bed now and I straddled her, pressing both hands onto her shoulder blades.

She was gasping for breath as I brought my mouth next to her ear and said firmly and slowly "Shut up. I don't want to hurt you but if you make this difficult I will bury your body clear out in the west desert and no one will ever know what happened to you." I said it clearly and sincerely even though I didn't believe I could do that to her. Next time I'll need some leverage. People can get desperate when death is the only option.

Ha! I was thinking about next time and I hadn't even made it out of this one yet!

"Do you understand me?" her answer was muffled but it was clearly an affirmative. I let go of her head and got off her. She tried to look up and around to see who was assaulting her. I stared at her legs and was aroused too much to keep my pants on. quickly I stripped off my clothes. Once naked I gabbed an ankle and started to grope her silken legs. 

"What are you doing?" She asked but I ignored her. All the blood was in my penis now and only my reptile brain was functioning. I slid my hands up and down her thighs indulging myself in a pleasure I had never had. I pulled her right leg up to my face smelling her foot and looking closely at the nylon stretched over her toes. I needed her right now.

I spread her legs and then knelt in-between them. My penis was throbbing just over her silken ass. My left hand found the run in her pantyhose. I teased the fabric and induced the run to climb all the way up her inner thigh until it found the crotch of her pantyhose. She wore nothing underneath her hosiery and my finger worked a hole in the crotch. To my surprise she was wet! As the hole got bigger I found her clit and started rubbing in a quick circle. 

She gasped and her head shot back. Her hands clenched and opened. Her legs came up and I felt her silken feet rest on my flanks. Her response intensified my erection beyond anything I had ever achieved. For years I had thought I had a weak and droopy erection but now it was almost pointing to the ceiling and it was harder than when I was a teenager. I worked my finger over her clit drawing more gasps from her as she writhed under me. I reveled in the sensation of her legs as they slid across my thighs and flanks.

I gripped her by her hips and lifted, she was heavy for a moment then sensed what I wanted and she brought her legs underneath her. She angled her ass upward and I could see her exposed pussy. A small tuft of blond hair just above her clit was all that proved her hair color as natural. Still gripping her hips I tried to enter but my dick was dry I pressed harder but it was tough going. 

I hopped off the bed and yanked her off after me by her ankles. her nylons made a zipping sound as I slid her across her bed sheets. She landed kneeling on the floor and I grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her toward my upturned cock. 

She knew what I needed and her mouth slid over my shaft and her tongue moistened my penis. I thought my head was going to explode as she bobbed up and down over my penis. I'd never had a woman go down on me before and this was the greatest thing I'd ever felt.

I didn't last long and without warning I shot my load into her mouth. her eyes bulged a little but she stayed clamped firmly on my penis while I unloaded. Finally she slid her mouth off my spent penis and turned her head spitting my cum all over her carpet. She breathed deeply while I stood there trying to recover. My one perfect erection began to fade.

"Okay, you got what you wanted," She spat, "now get out!"

But that wasn't everything that I wanted! I wanted to fuck her in those pantyhose. I was spent for now but I could recover. So I grabbed her by the arms and forced her to stand up. "Let go of me! Damn you let go!" I spun her to face me and slapped her across the face hard. She shut up and looked at me with fright in her eyes. I stood there for a moment, not sure what to do with her.

Presently I pushed her on the the bed. I knelt at the edge and moved her thighs up to my shoulders. Then I buried my face into her muff and started giving her the same Oral sex I gave my wife. The oral sex she demanded of me before we had sex. 

"Oh my God!" She yelped and arched her back. She clamped her thighs against my head and the silky fabric rubbed my face while I licked and tongued her. I gripped her thighs tightly and buried my face harder into her crotch. I could feel her feet as they slid over my back, she crossed her ankles and put my head in the vice of her inner thighs.

She was trying to suffocate me. I was going to make her cum first. slowly her grip weakened and her thighs started to shiver. She started moaning harder with each panted breath. After a few moments of my intense tongue treatment she climaxed.

Her scream of extasy brought my penis upright once again, I stood up and with her thighs in my hands and thrust my penis aginst her pussy. This time she was twice as wet as before. Her saliva was still on my shaft and it slid into her with ease. 

With each thrust her silken ass slapped against my thighs, her breasts bounced and her feet flopped as I fucked her in her shiny hose. I lost track of how long I thrust myself into her but at some moment I came again. Harder this time. An explosion of sperm unlike any I had ever had. This was my first real orgasm. 

My thighs tightened and I slid my hands up to her ankles pulling on her legs while I thrust against her as hard as I could. After a few more such thrusts I was out of energy.

I collapsed on top of her breathing heavy. I lay there as she tried to catch her breath my nose resting against her neck. Now that I was done and the blood started to flow back into my head, rational thought came with it.

I was in a strangers house. I stranger that I had just rapped. She had seen my face. If she pressed charges the police would be able to pull the surveillance tape. I would go to prison. I needed a plan, and fast. I got off her and looked around for her purse. 

I finally found it in the kitchen. Rummaging through it I pulled out her cellphone. I looked at the call history. She was talking to some guy named David when she was at the drug store. I found her drivers license and looked it over. Armed with these two things I marched back to the bedroom. 

She had rolled off the bed and was trying to get her arms in front of her. I grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her across the floor. I flipped her on her back and put my hand over her throat. My face was inches from hers and in a low voice I told her how it was going to be.

"Stephanie, I will be watching you. I know everything about you. Where you work, when you get home, even where you stop when you need an emergency pair of nylons for a big business meeting. I know who your husband is and if you don't want him to find out about David you will not report this or go to the police. Do you understand?"

I looked into her eyes as my words spilled out of my mouth. I watched to see if my bluff was going to hold. If any of my guesses were wrong, she would know I was lying.

She nodded slightly. "Please don't tell Michael. Please, I'll do anything."

"Good." I said and felt my own nervousness flow away. "Expect me to check in on you every now and then. You have lovely legs Stephanie, and I want to fuck you in your pantyhose again sometime." 

I flipped her over and started to undo the knots in the pantyhose that bound her arms. Once they were loose I got up and started to get dressed.

On the way back to my car I thought of all the things I would need for next time.



Big Game Hunter Vol. 02



COUGAR FILE #002 - Lisa Stone

AGE: 28

HAIR: Black

EYES: Brown

HEIGHT: 5'8"

WEIGHT: 142 lbs

BUST: 34-C

WAIST: 26

HIPS: 34

Shoe: 7

MARRIED: No

TAKEN: Twice.

Two months had passed since I had taken Stephine in her own bedroom. And for two months all I could think about was how wonderful it had been. I had managed to coax my wife into intercourse during that time. But just like always, it was bland and seemed like more effort than it was worth. She demanded that I rub her back for thirty minutes before we started anything. She lie there naked, with nothing on. No lingerie, no hosiery, nothing at all. There was no excitement in our love making. 

I could not coax her to put on a basic lingerie and some panties. Something to excite me. She would not put on a pair of stockings I had bought for her for such an occasion. Hell she hadn't even shaved her legs past her knees. "I'm not a whore for display." was all she would say in the matter. My wife has a lovely body, but the excitement of discovery was missing. 

A woman fully dressed has many mysteries to solve. Each layer of clothing reveals something more as it's removed. My wife's naked body, although shapely and desirable, was no mystery to solve. Worse, there were limits to what could be done. As I tongued her vagina with her bare legs spread limp across the bed I felt more like I was doing a job rather than enjoying sex.

I had to fantasize about Stephine to keep my self hard enough to get through it. afterword, my wife berated me for my lack of performance. She bitched and griped and, for the first time in a long while I didn't care. In the end, I realized that hunting down women and forcing them to have sex was the only way I would find the ecstasy I had found with Stephine. 

In fact for a short time I thought only Stephine would please me and focused on trapping her again. I traded in my old Buick and bought myself a new black Tahoe. My wife didn't put up a fuss. She had her new BMW we had bought the year before. It was simply my turn for a new car. Mostly I didn't want Stephine to recognize my car. But something that made the abduction and transportation of a bound victim easier didn't hurt either.

I had put the rear seats down and then covered the back area with a thin layer of padding. This turned the back of the Tahoe in to a flat soft area to work in. I loaded a small duffel bag with all the tools I wish I had with me the first time. Rope, tape, gags, knives, anything that would be handy when tying up a stranger that didn't want to be tied. I rigged some rings into the sides and on a few spots on the floor of the Tahoe. They lay flush with the floor or the wall of the truck but a little half loop could be brought up to secure a rope or cuffs to if needed.

With my tools ready this time I began hunting Stephine. I tailed her from a distance, until I figured out where she worked. It took me a month of mornings, the first was spent finding the main road she used to get to work so I wouldn't start at her house every day. For three weeks in a row I lost her in the same spot in downtown traffic. I didn't dare get too close and I felt that patience would be rewarded. Finally I found her place of work at a large office building downtown. And I found more than Stephine.

One Tuesday in June I called in "sick" and drove to the parking garage Stephine used. I got there at four in the morning and backed my Tahoe into a stall on the first floor that would give me a commanding view of the garage. Stephine was an early bird and usually got their early enough to park on the first floor. When Stephine showed up I would park next to her car and wait for her to leave for lunch, whereupon I would snatch her up and put her in the back of my Tahoe. 

I was alone in the parking garage until a Blue Volkswagen Bug pulled in at 8:17 with a dark haired beauty at the wheel. I was sitting in my back seat since the windows back there had plenty of tint and hid me from view. The Volkswagen parked three stalls away from me giving me a perfect view of the driver side door.

The woman inside was young, likely in her mid twenties. She looked in the mirror and touched up her lips and cheeks with makeup. She brushed her raven black hair a few times and then opened the door. As soon as she swung her legs out of the car I knew that I wasn't going to prey on Stephine that day. She wore a dark suit jacket and I could see a vanilla blouse peeking out from beneath. A silky black skirt came to her knees. The skirt was smooth and draped loosely over her legs but it ended with a pleated pattern. 

Her legs had all my attention. In the dim lighting her legs shimmered in gossamer sheer nylons the color of espresso coffee. Her shoes were simple black three inch pumps. As she stood I thought I saw a flash of stocking top but it was so quick I couldn't be sure. I may have been the darker reinforced area of pantyhose but she didn't look like she needed the support.

She stood up and straightened her skirt which dropped it's length down to the top of her shapely calves. then turned around and bent over to retrieve something from her car. With her feet close together and her ass pointed right at me I had a perfect view of her ass and legs. There was no hard line of muscle but her body was shapely and smooth. Her nylons caught the dim light in many ways and glossy reflections danced up and down her lower limbs. I couldn't see any seams in the nylons and I guessed that she must be wearing fine pantyhose.

Her skirt was too long to show stocking tops and it fit loosely enough on her body that no fine detail was visible. As she stooped over into her car her right leg lifted off the ground and curled skyward as she stretched further in. Her foot pointed and she assumed the classic pose so often seen on pin ups when the focus is on legs. I wanted to run my hands up her legs and under her skirt to find out what lay beneath. 

She emerged from her car holding a neat briefcase and a few sheets of paper. Her angelic face twisted into a little pout and she shifted her weight to bring her left foot up to her hand. She slipped her shoe off and shook it a bit, balancing on her right leg all the while. The stocking had dark reinforcement on her toe and heel. 

I realized that her pumps had a peep toe that was impossible to spot with the dark reinforcement of her nylons and the distance between us. She slowly flexed the toes of her shoeless foot while she peered into her shoe to find what ever it was that was irritating her. The heel of her nylons also had a dark reinforced area much like classic stockings of the '50s. 

Was she wearing stockings? It was rare these days to find a woman who wore hosiery of any kind but to see a young woman with gorgeous legs pamper herself with designer hosiery was unheard of. I wanted to know what kind of hosiery she wore. I had to know!

She slipped the shoe back on and then briskly made her way to the lobby. I watched her hips sway as she walked away from me, her skirt swished left and right flirting with the tops of her calves. I flexed my own fingers as I wished that my hands were lightly caressing her legs instead of her skirt. I got a last glimpse of her stockinged legs as she entered the doorway leading to the main lobby. 

Once she was gone I quickly jumped into my front seat and started my truck. I drove around and parked my Tahoe right next to her car. So close that she would not be physically able to open her driver side door. Then I crawled into the back and opened up my duffel bag of tools. I figured I was going to be waiting for a while so I spent some time preparing items so that when my prey came back I wouldn't have to struggle with her and my tool bag.

I was in the middle of preparing another strip of duct tape when I suddenly realized that she was back at her Volkswagen. I glanced at my watch, she'd barely been gone an hour! I hadn't noticed her because I did not expect her back so soon and she was trying to get into her car from the passenger side. Quickly I pulled a ski mask over my head and then I jumped out my rear driver side door. I hurried around behind her making little noise in my sneakers. She was bent over and halfway in her car arranging things in the back seat.

She hadn't noticed me at all. Up close I realized how tall she was. In three inch heels she was almost as tall as me. Quickly I shot my arms around her waist then lunged backwards pulling her up hard. I fell against the car that was parked next to hers, her whole body now out of the car. Her hands were on the back of her head and she was groaning. I had smacked the back of her head on the ceiling of her car. I squeezed her tight as I carried her toward the rear of my truck. She made weak attempts to kick, punch and yell as I drug her backwards. My tight grip around her was making it hard for her to breath much less yell and she was obviously disoriented from the bang on her head. My head was on a swivel as I navigated around the cars, looked around for anyone who could see me or hear her yells for help, and dodged her swings at my head.

When I got to my back doors I plopped her down and then slid my right arm around her neck. While she tried to pull my arm free I opened the doors with my left hand. Once the truck was opened up I manhandled her into the back. She lost a shoe as she kicked and struggled. I finally got her in the back of the truck. I let go of her briefly so I could turn and close the doors behind me. When I turned back around and she was crawling as fast as she could for the front seats.

I grabbed her by an ankle and jerked her back hard. She slid back and twisted so she was looking up at me. She began hitting me on the chest and trying to kick, yelling the whole time. I had all the struggle I could take. With an open hand I slapped her across the face. I had hit her harder than I expected but the blow worked. She stared wide eyed at me and while she was briefly stunned I grabbed both of her arms by the wrists and pinned them to the floor. I straddled her putting my weight on her pelvis.

Leaning forward I said in a low stern voice. "I hope that is the last time I have to hurt you. But if you keep fighting like this, I will hurt you until you stop or can no longer fight back." Her eyes welled up with tears and her lips quivered as she stared at me in horror. "Do you understand me?" She nodded yes after only a brief hesitation.

"Good." I let go of her wrists and sat up, putting more weight on her pelvis. Her chest heaved up and down with her breathing. I had her in my car! My addreniline was pumping and I was getting aroused. I almost forgot I was in a busy parking garage in the city. This was not the place to enjoy my catch. I needed to bag her up and take her someplace else.

I grabbed her by the wrists and stretched them up over her head. Holding her wrists with one hand I grabbed a pair of hand cuffs and then cuffed her wrists. I then snatched a carabiner that I snapped over the links of the cuffs, then into one of the rings placed into the new floor of my Tahoe. Quickly I set the double lock on the cuffs then moved my attention to her face.

"What are yo- *mumphf*" was as far as her sentence got when I stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth I folded the ends of the handkerchief over her lips then slapped a strip of duct tape over mouth, making sure it stuck to her cheeks. Two more strips cris-crossed her mouth ensuring the gag would hold. 

I reached up and pinched her right tricep hard. She yelled in pain but it was muted and muffled from the gag. I watched her face has she breathed hard through her nose and mumbled a few other things. She was breathing alright so I moved further down.

She wore as short sleeve white satin blouse. It was pulled taut over her ample C cup breasts. I could see that her nipples were hard, pressing through her bra creating little circus tents erected on the snowy field that was her white satin blouse. I rubbed her left teat with my right fingers, felt the hardness, and I felt it stiffen even more. "You like this, don't you?" I asked smiling though my mask.

In response her face flushed red and she turned her head to look away from me. I cupped her breasts, lightly groping and squeezing them. they felt natural enough but I would have to study them later.

I moved down to her lovely legs. Her skirt still kept her secret of what kind of hosiery she wore. I put my hands on her knees as I shimmied down so that I could work on her ankles. Once set I slid my hands down her silky legs partly to feel the nylon but mostly to keep her from kicking me. 

I couldn't tell from touch what kind of nylons she wore. Of course at that point I had only a few examples to draw experience from. All I knew at that time was that they felt like paradise. 

Handcuffs again served as a quick binding method and her ankles were slim enough to fit the cuffs in place. Another carabiner locked them to the floor of the truck. 

I double locked the cuffs and, unable to help myself, my hands slid back up her silky smooth legs, and under her satin skirt. I found stocking tops and smooth bare skin that sent goosebumps up my arms.

Again I reminded myself that I was in the car park of a building in a busy downtown sector. Quickly I grabbed a dark blue blanket and covered her from fingertips to toenails. Anyone glancing in the back of my truck wouldn't notice anything amiss unless they took a good look. Doubtful they could see past the tint anyway.

I yanked the mask off and exited out my left rear door. I walked to her car, looking around for any witnesses to my crime. I saw no one so I ducked into her car and looked for her purse. Rummaging through her purse and brief case I had found her drivers license. Her keys were on the floorboard. The last thing I grabbed was a garage door opener from the drivers side visor. I shut her car and locked it then pocketed the keys. I found her left shoe on the ground and scooped it up. I sniffed the leather insole, closing my eyes as the musk of light sweat and nylon filled my nostrils and blood filled my penis. 

Seeing that I had left no visible trace I got back in my truck. Sitting in the drivers seat I looked over her license. Lisa Stone. 6747 Jaybird street. I looked over my shoulder and looked at the shape of Lisa under my blanket. She struggled with her bindings and she made meek noises of protest. No one was going to notice her.

For a moment I toyed with the idea of looking for Stephine. Shaking my head I realized the madness of that thought. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. I'd save Stephine for another day. 

Fifteen minutes of driving brought me to a cozy house just out side of town. My house was only a few miles away. I pulled to the curb and hopped out of my truck. I walked up to the front door and knocked on the door. After a few moments I rang the bell a few times. No answer. I double checked Lisa's license and the numbers on the house. Ensuring a match I got back in my truck and hit the garage door opener. The one car garage opened up for me revealing an empty place for a car. I backed my Tahoe into to the garage and shut the door.

My truck barely fit inside the garage but I was able to get out and move to the back. I opened my back doors and crawled into my truck. Slipping my ski mask back over my face I threw the blanket off of her then griped her ankle. I enjoyed the silky smoothness of her leg and the nylon stocking that covered it. While I crawled further into my truck I slid my hand up her leg until I again gripped her naked thigh. She held still and quiet while I groped her.

"We are at your house Lisa. Is there anyone inside that I'll need to deal with?" She shook her head no. I maneuvered myself so that my masked face was inches from hers. I looked squarely into her dark brown eyes. "Lisa, I am going to take you into your house and I am going to fuck you. There is no preventing this. For the rest of your life you belong to me. The more you resist and the more you inhibit my goal of stuffing your pussy with my cock the more rough I will be. Do you under stand me?"

She nodded slowly. "Good." I got out of the truck and walked to the back door of the garage. It was unlocked and led me into a modest kitchen. The remains of her breakfast still in the sink. I found a small hallway and tired a door. Inside was a master bedroom with a queen size bed, a few dressers and a small bathroom annex. 

I looked through the dressers and found only woman's clothing. I looked around the rest of house and found no sign of a male presence. There was another room with a bed. Bits of female underwear and clothing scattered about the unkempt bed. Obviously there was a roommate. 

I walked back out to my truck. Jumped back into the truck and removed the carabiner from the handcuffs around her ankles. I grabbed the shoe that had been kicked off and slipped it onto her foot. With my small key I removed the cuffs from her ankles and slid them into a pocket. I straddled her again and leaned in close to her face.

"When I free your arms I want you to scoot to the end of the truck and then get off. When you're on your feet walk to your bedroom and stand at the foot of your bed. No quick movements and do not reach for you gag. If you do there will be hell to pay."

I clipped off the carabiner and got off her. She sat up slowly and shimmied to the end of the truck and hopped out. She smoothed her skirt a bit with her hands but did not bring them above her waist. Slowly she walked into her house. I snagged my duffel bag and followed a pace behind her. 

Once in her bedroom I shut the door. She stood quietly facing her bed. She had walked into what I thought was the roommate's bedroom. I reached around her and undid the cuffs. Once off I tossed them to the side. I pulled her jacket off and she slid her arms out of the sleeves. Tossing that aside I undid the buttons of her blouse. She held her hands up palms out and I could see that she was shaking like a lief but she didn't resist in any way. 

The buttons undone I slipped the blouse off her and tossed it aside. I bent down and pulled a short rope from my bag and then pulled her right arm around behind her back. I looped the rope around her wrist a few times then brought her other arm behind her folding her arms across the small of her back I tied her right wrist to her left forearm. The knot complete I drew another rope from my bag and repeated the knot on her left wrist and right forearm. 

"Have you ever been tied up like this?" I asked. She hesitated then shook her head no. "Do you like it?" I said smiling under my mask. Her head twitched as if to answer but she stood perfectly still. "Oh so you do like it then" I chuckled. She shook her head no.

"Well now I know you're lying to me." I drew close to her so that my crotch, now buldgeing with an erection pressed into her ass. My left arm cupped her left breast and my index finger tickled her nipple under her smooth bra. My right hand slipped inside the waistband of her skirt, under the garter belt that held her stockings and then under her panties. I slid my fingers down until I found her shaved pussy. 

At my touch her nipple was hard and her pussy was wet with her honey. "Seems to me that you are enjoying this as much as I am." Lisa blushed again but made no movement. 

I pulled my hands back then gripped her skit by its hem. In one quick jerk it slipped off her hips over her garter belt and feel to clump at her feet. I nudged her forward and she moved onto the bed. With a push she fell forward unable to stop her self. She rolled to her side and slid her legs up under her then looked back at me.

I stripped my own clothing. Once my cock was free it stiffened and pointed slightly toward the ceiling. He gaze locked onto my shaft and I noticed that her eyes widened just a little.




Big Game Hunter Vol. 02



I climbed up on the bed then moved her so she was on her back with her legs spread. I shifted my attention to her bust and the sheer bra that kept it in place. I pulled the bra cups down over her firm breasts exposing her nipples. 

With my left hand I stroked and fondled her right breast, pinching the nipple every so often. Leaning on my left elbow for support I leaned forward and kissed her left breast. I took her nipple into my mouth rolling my tongue over and around it, feeling it grow firmer between my lips. While this was going on my right hand found its way under her panties and my fingers found her clitoris. 

With my hands and tongue working on her, she writhed and moaned. Her body responded to my touch in a positive way and whither she enjoyed my touch or not, her pussy grew more wet. Her silky legs closed around my waist and she held me with her thighs while I worked on her. I couldn't read the expression in her eyes but I could sense her anticipation.

Her moaning became more rhythmic and suddenly I stopped and rocked back onto my heels. I took a hold of her right ankle and brought her silken nylon foot up to my lips. I started to kiss her toes peeking out from her shoe. I slowly made my way down her leg. Lisa started moaning softly again and offered no resistance. I groped her silky legs as I kissed my way to her muff. Her panties were now in my way. I gripped them tightly and backing off the bed I pulled them off her body. Her legs came together to allow her panties to come free. On the way down her panties snagged one of her garters and it came free of the stocking. Her left shoe slipped off her heel but it dangled on her toes.

I stared at her foot for a moment and she looked up to see what I was doing. Then she tried to flex her foot and slip her heel back into place. After a moment of struggle she failed and the shoe feel free. I marveled at her silken foot and her red toenails that hid behind a veil of nylon. My attention was obvious to her and she pointed her toes sliding her left foot under her right, dislodging her other shoe. 

She dangled her right shoe for me, her left foot sliding up and down her shin, the fine nylon making that distinct rasping noise only found when a woman's nylon legs rub together. 

I had no idea who this woman was. I had kidnapped her and threatened her with violence. I had even done violence to her. And here she was doing for me something that my own wife would never do, even after hours of begging. 

Unable to watch any longer I grabbed her by the ankles. Her shoe feel to the floor baring her other foot and I planted my dick on the tops of her feet. Soon she had moved her feet around my penis so that her arches hugged the base of my shaft. Slowly I slid my dick in and out of her foothold. The rasping, the sight of her legs in the soft light and the incredible sensation of her nylon feet were too much for me. My ejaculation pumped my cum over her feet and lower legs. I leg go of her and stood back as spasms shook my lower body.

I looked up at her and her eyes held victory. There was a grin underneath that gag. It was clear to me that she felt she had conquered me. That now, obviously spent I would leave her be. Clearly she didn't realize this was only round one.

I grabbed Lisa by the ankles and yanked her toward me. She slid easily across her bedspread and I maneuvered her legs over my shoulders then griped her at her hips and pulled her pussy toward my face. Before I buried my face into her crotch I saw her eyes widen with shock.

I went down on her barley hiding my smile. I closed my mouth over her bald pussy and sucked in hard. Inside the semi vacuum of my mouth my tongue found her clitoris and committed every act of physical pressure I could think of. My crude gag could not muffle the squeal that she made. Her silken legs curled up and then wrapped around my head. I could feel where her bare thigh faded to the welt of stocking as legs pressed against my face. I licked, tongued and teethed her clitoris. She made a few short squeaks like a woman who dipped her toes into freezing water and then she drew in a long shuttering breath. 

Her coffee cream covered legs caused a light tickle on my skin. Her nylons encouraged my erection to return stiffer than before. I tongued and licked her harder and faster, then slower and lighter. She became more and more wet and her breathing was deep and forceful. She started gasping and grunting like a porn star. Her legs crossed at the ankles and she squeezed her thighs against my head harder than before.

I moved my hands so that they gripped the tops of her thighs. I had to force a small space so that I could breath as I dinned on her womanly pleasures.

I continued my feast between her legs and I could tell that the sensations were almost too much for her. She struggled to get free from my tongue and she kicked her legs but her squeaks and movements only encouraged me. She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis into my face, her head flung back in a deep muffled moan. Her reactions, the feel of her legs in my hands and on my face, and the sound of her nylon clad calves rubbing together caused my erection to stiffen so much that it almost hurt.

Suddenly she exploded with a muffled scream and her legs pointed straight out, toes curled. Her orgasm was what I needed and I could no longer administer to her, I had to be deep within. 

I lifted up from her pussy, my chin dripping with her honey and moved forward until my penis rested on her moistened vagina. I worked my shaft up and down and in little circles so that I collected lubrication from her vagina. Then slowly I forced my way in. Only a few centimeters at first and then back out, slowly lathering my shaft in her juices. 

Then, suddenly as I pressed, my shaft shot in. I found deep penetration and she pulled me in with her legs and arched her back. She was breathing deeply through her nose in ecstasy. I pumped my self into her and her body writhed under me. Her legs slid up and down my flanks and bounced on my thighs while I thrust into her. My hands explored her breasts and her thighs then her ankles then back to her breasts.

I returned a firm grip on her hips as I slid my cock in and out with a steady rhythm. I was in so deep my thighs crushed her buttocks. With each thrust I pulled out so far I almost slipped free. Her legs bounced over my flanks and her breasts bobbed and gyrated. Each thrust produced muffled vocalizations from her. Each part of her body that I could see, each part of her I touched, her smell, and her taste propelled me into a state of sensation that I could not believe. 

A lions roar bellowed from my lips as waves of orgasm washed over me. Suddenly physically spent I collapsed on top of her, remaining coupled to her but too week to disengage. She was breathing heavily through her nose, her chest pressing against me with each breath. "Have you ever been fucked like that before?" I asked in a hoarse whisper next to her ear.

Even with the gag her reply was quick and clear. "No." 

Half an hour later I was driving home. Lisa lay on her bed, free from my bonds but still trapped by the tranquilizer I had injected into her thigh. She would sleep for many hours. 

All the way home I wondered what her roommate was like.



Big Game Hunter Vol. 03



COUGAR FILE #003 - Louise Bradshaw

AGE: 36

HAIR: Dark Red

EYES: Blue

HEIGHT: 5'8"

WEIGHT: 142lbs

BUST: 34-C

WAIST: 28

HIPS: 38

Shoe: 6

MARRIED: Divorced

TAKEN: 2 times

The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. I didn't know it yet, but my plan to fuck Stephanie in the back of my Tahoe was about to unexpectedly change. I had Stephine's wrists in handcuffs clipped to the ring on the deck of the Tahoe. Her silken legs were tied together at the ankles. The knot was also secured to the deck of the truck. She was stretched out, breasts bare, and she was ready for any pleasure I could think of. 

I was straddling her, my exposed penis lightly rubbing in between her shins. I slid my hands along her thighs and enjoyed the nylon sheen just visible in the dim light. Her ultra sheer black pantyhose felt silky soft. My hands slid over her silky hips, along her flanks and then started groping her bare breasts. Stephanie's mouth was taped shut and she looked up calmly at me. Her expression didn't change at all when the garage door opened.

Let me back up a bit.

It had been longer then I could remember since I had taken Lisa in her own bedroom and I Really needed some tail. My wife had been a complete cock tease as of late. She was wearing skirts more often than usual. With skirts came nylons. Seeing her dressed for the office each day, then getting the cold shoulder at night was driving me crazy. Either she would tell me that she had a headache or give some other lame excuse. Worse, she would undress right in front of me. If I didn't know better I'd say the bitch was taunting me. When I told her that her legs where turning me on she scoffed, "I'm trying to beat out Larry for a promotion. Once I get it maybe we'll celebrate. But not tonight."

I thought about making a comment about "a whore on display" but thought better of it.

I needed pussy. The only bitch I could think of who I could count on for easy tracking was Stephine. Lisa and her roommate were in and out at random and I didn't have time to stake them out 24/7. I had parked by Stephine's house a few times on the weekends and I found that she went to church regularly. For another month I watched while she and her husband pulled out of their driveway every Sunday at 7:50 AM. I had found out more about her husband too. He was in his early 50's and a businessman. Business had called him away this weekend and that's when I decided to pounce.

Sunday morning I in front of of Stephanie's house before the sun rose. I walked purposefully to the back gate, it was again open. I closed the gate behind me and made my way to the sliding door in the back. It was also unlocked. Stephine hadn't learned her lesson. I walked in side and had a look around. No one seemed to be around and the house was quiet. 

Stephine had seen my face last time so I didn't bother with a mask. If she was going to report me, wearing one now wouldn't matter and it was easier to lick pussy without one. I crept slowly down the familiar hallway and my ears perked for any sounds. I could hear a woman softly singing and when I got close to the bedroom I found the door was slightly ajar. I could hear the shower running in the master bath. I peeked inside the bedroom and saw clothes laid out on the bed. Satisfied that no one else was in the house I headed for the garage.

Parked in the double garage was her car. Her husbands car was missing. I opened the garage door, walked out to my Tahoe and backed it into the empty stall. I shut the garage door behind me, hopped out and opened up my back doors. Calmly I spent a few minutes setting up my tools in the back. I also ditched my t-shirt and shorts into the front seat. I wore an underarmor shirt and boxer-briefs made of black Lycra material. the undergarments clung to my body and wouldn't snag on anything if she struggled. I could fuck with the boxers on which meant I wouldn't have to hunt down my clothes afterwords. 

By 6:35 I was back in the house with one pair of handcuffs and roll of thick white medical tape. I walked back to the bedroom door and found it still open. At the foot of her bed I could see Stephine standing with her back to me. She wasn't fully dressed yet but it was a fantastic sight. 

Stephine wore a pair of sheer black pantyhose. The ultra sheer hosiery shadowed her legs in black gossamer nylon. She wore a strapless black bra. I watched as she snatched a black half slip off the bed and step into it. The silky fabric slid over her hips and hugged her waist. She bent over and set a pair of black three inch pumps on the floor and she stepped into one of them. Her silky foot slipped into the shoe with a soft snap of nylon.

I had seen enough cock tease recently and I couldn't take it any longer. Quietly I pushed open the door and walked up behind her. She continued to keep her back to me and as she stepped into her other shoe. Just as her right heel snapped into place I slapped her right ass check as hard as I could. 

She shrieked and spun around eyes wide with terror almost stumbling in her heels. I stood there smiling and calmly tossed the cuffs and the tape onto the bed. Her hands shot to her mouth as her eyes again widened, this time with recognition. I looked down at her legs. "Very nice. I'm guessing those aren't cheep drug store nylons are they?"

Stephine took another awkward step away from me put her hands out in front of her, palms toward me. "What are you doing here?" She glanced at the cuffs and tape on the bed, then she looked at my crotch as I freed my penis allowing it a full erection. "Not Again!" she moaned.

I reached out and grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her toward me. I slid my other hand around her waist and pulled her close. Her hands pressed on my chest and I used both arms to hold her against me. "What do you mean, 'not again'? You enjoyed it last time didn't you?" She made no comment, just looked away embarrassed. 

Abruptly I let her go and pushed her toward the bed. "bend over, hands on the bed." She obeyed slowly and started to say something. I landed another slap on her ass in the same spot as the first one. "No talking!" I barked and she yelped in pain. I slid my hand down her right thigh over the slip, across her knee an then pulled on her shin. She bent her knee lifting her foot and my hand slid to her ankle. With my thumb I slid her shoe off her heel and it dropped to the floor. Touching her shapely legs covered in silky hosiery was like heaven.

"Now the other one." I said letting go of her right foot and waiting as she lifted her left leg up to my expectant hand. I slipped her other shoe off in similar fashion to the first, pausing a moment to tickle the soul of her nylon foot. I let her ankle go and her shoeless foot fell next to the other one. With both feet flat on the floor I put both hands on her waist.

I then took hold of that little slip and pulled down hard. It slid easily off her hips and it pooled on the floor. I could see my hand print on her soft round ass. I slid my hands over her silky smooth ass, feeling the softness and quality of her pantyhose. My hands moved up her back to the bra which I unsnapped. It fell off her exposing her breasts. I slapped her ass again, adding to the redness I could see under the pantyhose. "Spread your legs."

Stephine again complied and spread her feet shoulder width apart. I grabbed the handcuffs and then took her left arm. I cuffed her, loosely. I didn't plan to keep her in cuffs very long. Once she was cuffed I told her to stand up straight and face me. She did and looking right at me she said "there isn't time-" I cut her off with my hand over her mouth. 

"No talking. I mean it!" I said gruffly and pushed hard on her face. She fell back on the bed, her legs swinging up high. I picked up the tape and got up on the bed after her. I got her legs down and straddled her with my weight pushing down on her hips. I heard the handcuffs click a few times under the pressure. Stephanie winced and let out a meek "Ouch."

"We have plenty of time." I said as I took a strip of tape covering her mouth securely with it. She lie still and she looked up at me with her dark eyelashes and shadowed blue eyes. I got off the bed and yanked her to the edge by her ankle, the nylons making a zipping sound as they slid over the bedspread. I took a fistful of her still wet hair and stood her up. 

I spun her around and then picked her up with her torso over my shoulder and my right arm wrapped around her upper thighs. Her legs kicked lightly as I carried her to the garage. I couldn't stop myself from groping her legs as I carried her. 

In a few minutes I had her secure to the floor of my truck. Her wrists, now tied together with a silk rope, stretched over her head and were secured with a clip on the deck. I had bound her ankles with a silk rope as well and had clipped it to the deck. She had struggled a little bit but for the most part gave into me while I bound and secured her. I closed the doors to the truck and then... I think this is where we started, right?

I was straddling her, my exposed penis lightly rubbing in between her shins. I slid my hands along her thighs and enjoyed the nylon sheen just visible in the dim light. Her ultra sheer black pantyhose felt silky soft. My hands slid over her silky hips, along her flanks and then started groping her bare breasts. Stephanie's mouth was taped shut and she looked up calmly at me. Her expression didn't change at all when the garage door opened.

I looked into Stephine's eyes and she looked back with a slightly annoyed "I told you so" look I had seen so many times from my wife. The Garage door started to close again and I almost jumped when a dark haired woman walked past the parked cars. I was glad for the extra tint of the back windows. Otherwise she would have seen Stephanie strug up with me on top of her. She walked right into the house.

I yanked off the tape on Stephanie's mouth.

"Ow!"

"Who was that?"

"My friend, Louise"

"What is she doing here?"

"She was going with me to-"

"Is anyone else coming?"

"No."

I put the tape back over Stephanie's mouth and then grabbed my tool bag. Stephanie apparently had more to say to me but the gag kept it to a mumble. I opened the right rear door and tumbled out of the Tahoe slamming the door behind me. If Stephanie was making noise, I couldn't hear her. 

I stepped into the house to find Louise standing in the kitchen. Louise looked up, surprised, dark red hair fell straight almost all the way to her mid back. She was tall and her shark skin peep toe heels made her taller. She wore a black short sleeve blouse with gray pinstripes that was tucked into a silver skirt. Her blouse was open a few buttons at the top, the last closed button trying to contain her cleavage. The skirt formed smoothly around her hips and stopped just above her knees. Her legs looked like smooth butter. It was hard to tell if she wore hosiery but the peep toe gave away a darker sheen covering her toes. Her fingernails were a deep crimson red and it seemed her toenails matched as well. 

"Good morning." I said with a smile, my cock was still protruding upright from my underwear. In my excitement it stiffened even more, a silent salute to the lady in front of me. I walked toward her with my tool bag in my left hand. Louise seemed unsurprised to see me. As she looked me over and cocked an eyebrow it was clear that my presence was half expected. Even standing in my underwear with my dick out did little to cause shock or concern in her expression. Something was amiss here and I hadn't figured it out yet. But, I didn't care. If this bitch didn't realize anything was wrong until I had her bound and bent over a table while I fucked her silly, better for me!

"Where is Stephanie?" she said aloud and her eyes dropped to my penis. Both of her eyebrows raised.

"Out in the truck." I said and plopped my bag on the counter. I took her by the left wrist and gently turned her toward the counter.

"Oh, um... What are you doing?" she asked as I reached around and grabbed her other wrist. I was now behind her with my hands griping her wrists firmly, but gently. My protruding penis prodded her in the left cheek. I looked down at the backs of her shapely calves and saw that a brown seam ran down the middle of her nude tone nylons. The seam ended in a pointed brown reinforced heel that disappeared into her shoe. The same brown reinforcement stretched over her toes.

"You have beautiful legs! Are those stockings?" I asked marveling at her hosiery.

"What? Yes." she turned trying to face me, she tensed up "Excuse me! What are you doing? Who are you?"

"I am tying you up. Please hold still and bend over." It was clear that she finally realized that something was wrong. She started to resist but I slammed into her and pressed her against the counter, my penis pressing into her ass then popped up, resting on the top of her rump. I pressed my mouth into her ear. "Stephanie is tied up and in the back of my truck. She is unharmed and you will be as well as long as you co-operate."

"Jesus, are we in a rush today? Look buddy, this isn't my scene, so let go of me." She said. I let go of her wrists but continued to press my body against her. My hands found the buttons to her blouse. "Oh my God!" she breathed as I ripped the buttons apart. In short order I had the blouse undone and pulled down. It was very tight fitting and pulling it down trapped her arms to her sides. Her elbows were tight against her waist and her arms poked out awkwardly in the makeshift bind. I realized that she wore no bra. 

"You where going to church with no bra on? Naughty girl!"

"what are you talking about, ass hole? We were supposed to meet you guys for brunch. Look," she said calmly "there's been a mistake. Please let go of me and I'll leave you and Stephanie alone. I prefer a little courtship before I get bent over a counter and fucked."

It seemed that everyone's plans for the weekend were changing unexpectedly. "Sorry, sweetheart, but you'll have to wait until I'm finished with you." I finished pulling her blouse off. Her lower back sported a butterfly tattoo with scroll work that spiraled out to her flanks. I fought with her as I got her arms pinned to the small of her back. I reached into my bag and pulled out length of nylon rope.

"Please!" she said firmly "I'm not into these games, I am telling you 'no'. Now release me so I can leave."

"Just relax. If you're a good girl I'll let you watch while I fuck Stephanie."

"Buster!" She said with clenched teeth, "If you don't let me go right now I'll scream!" I ignored her while I started looping the rope over her wrist. "I mean it!" she yelled, "Let me go you prick!" I put my right foot in between her feet and kicked to the right, spreading her feet wide. Her heels hnd no traction on the kitchen tile and her right foot slid easily. Her skirt rode up as her legs stretched out and her stocking tops were exposed. She was now pinned, unable kick me. "Are you fucking stupid! Let go of me!" she yelled. I continued to ignore her while I bound her forearms together over the small of her back. She drew in a deep breath and let out an impressive scream as I finished the knot on her arms.

"That was a good scream," I said, "lets see who comes to your rescue." I reached into my bag and removed a red rubber ball gag. "Only one scream per customer." I stuffed the ball into her mouth. She fought it for a second but slowly I worked it into place. I got it cinched up and taut then patted her ass. "Scream away."

She did while I started unzipping her skirt, but the gag muffled it just fine. With her legs spread the skirt wasn't going to slip off so I slid my hands down to her thighs and picked her up. With her torso already on the counter she just slid up on to it. Louise let out a muffled shriek as locked her kicking legs together. The nylon felt like pure silk stretched over her firm legs. She struggled as I managed to tie her legs together at the knees.

I pulled her back off the counter a little bit and she had to put her feet down. With the knot at her knees she was stuck in place. One of her shoes had flipped off while she fought me. Her foot showed the fine craftsmanship of her hosiery. A classic reinforced area covered the bottom of her foot ending in a blocked off heel. It held a sheen unique to 100% nylon hosiery.

She let out a stream of muffled curses while I slowly worked her skirt down her legs and then off entirely. While squatting at her ankles I groped the lower leg and foot of her shoeless appendage. I had never had the privilege of touching silky nylons of this type on female legs. Standing back up I noticed that with the skirt off I had revealed a powder blue thong panty and a black garter belt that clenched her stocking tops. Her creamy white ass was too good to pass up so I gave her a solid slap on the right cheek. 

Reaching into my bag I took out a small knife. "You thong is going to be in the way, hold still so I don't cut you." She froze as the cold blade slid between her skin and her thong. I cut the waist band twice and then yanked the skimpy garment free of her body. I pulled her upright and spun her around. Squatting again, I got her up over my shoulder and carried her off toward the bedroom.

I flopped Louise onto the soft bed. She glared up at me, still struggling. I untied the knot on her legs and set them free. She tried to kick at me but I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. My shaft was aching for some penetration. She struggled while I wrapped my left arm around her right thigh locking it in my bicep. I kept her left let at bay by holding it up high at the ankle. 

Now her legs were locked in my arms and her fire red muff was open. She was wet, very wet. She still struggled but it had no effect. I thrust my hips forward making contact on her soft mound with my hard dick. She did her best to be unhelpful as I swiveled and thrust the head of my shaft into the red flower of paradise. 

Finally my tip found it's mark and I made a short penetration. Slowly with each thrust I dipped in deeper and deeper, allowing her juices to lubricate my shaft. Then I thrust deep, our pubic hairs tangling with proximity.

Now that I was locked in I stopped thrusting and repositioned so that we touched, torso to torso. My arms wrapped around her, hugging her close. Her nipples, hard and erect, pressed into my chest. My face was right next to hers and she turned her head away from me. I pressed my cheek to hers and then took her ear into my mouth. I bit down gently on her earlobe, soft enough not to leave a mark but firm enough that if she struggled I could nip her good.

For a moment I rested, literally balls deep into this fiery redhead. Every time she exhaled I tightened my grip just a little more making it harder for her to breath, and thus harder to resist. She Kicked her legs and tried to hammer me with her heels. In a way if felt like a massage on my back. She tried to turn her head and I bit down with just a tad more pressure, she yelped and held her head still. Then she locked her legs around me and tried to squeeze back which was what I was waiting for.

The moment I felt her ankles cross I heaved and stood up with her. Once standing I readjusted and had a grip on the knots that bound her arms together. With her arms in my hands and my bear grip around her body I was easily supporting her on top of my pelvis. 

I had always wanted to fuck my wife standing up, but she was always worried that I was going to drop her. I had no trouble thrusting into Louise as I stood at the foot of Stephanie's bed. Louise kept her legs wrapped around me and her expression changed to wide eyed and unfocused as her own body weight was used to thrust my shaft deep into her. I'm a modest 7 inches fully erect but it was clear that I was plenty deep for Louise. 




Big Game Hunter Vol. 03



Soon she stopped swearing at me and started moaning under the gag. After a minute or two I flopped with her back on to the bed. I gave her a few more slow thrusts that drew my penis almost all the way out and then back in as deep as possible. Then I dropped to my knees.

I wasn't tired, I was hungry. 

Louise sat up to see what I was doing, her face curious. I shifted my arms under her legs and my hands gripped the top of her ass as I pulled her pussy close to my face. Louise gasped while my tongue sought out her clitoris. Louise flopped her head back onto the bed and her silky legs wrapped around my head as my tongue found its mark. My left hand fingered her stocking top as my right found her nipple and pinched it gently.

Louise gripped my head in between her thighs, pressing her stocking tops into my ears. She tried to leverage herself and twist her pussy out of the embrace of my lips. Quickly I grabbed her by the thighs and held her legs against my shoulders. Thwarted from escape, she tried to squeeze my head between her legs. I simply tongued her harder and faster, enjoying my position between her legs.

After a few minutes of eating her out I felt it was time to satisfy my desire. I wanted to feel those stockinged legs against my skin so I stripped out of my underwear leaving my self bare. Gripping her by the waist I aligned my penis to her silky cunt. Her legs slid over my flanks and rested on my hips. She tried to bring a foot to my chest, maybe to push me off or offer it to my mouth. Either way she was too week to get it into place and I thrust into her again. 

Once inside her I again wrapped my arms around her, crushing her to me. Her hardened nipples pressed into my chest. I bit down gently on the base of her neck where it met her shoulder and sucked in hard. I started a rhythmic thrust that took me half way out and then full in, over and over. Her legs slid up and her feet rested on my ass, it was the only leverage she had while I mauled her. 

I pounded into her over and over, letting months of frustration out in an raw animal surge. She did her best to hold me off with her legs but the silky nylons slipped over my skin in an arousing fashion. If she knew how much I enjoyed the touch of her stockings against my sides and ass she surely would have stopped trying. The culmination of every small aspect of her sexuality became the summation that was my orgasm. 

I propped myself up onto my elbows and looked down at her neck. I'd left a mark there for certain. Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath. Still coupled to her I undid the garters that held her stockings fast. I peeled them off and tossed them toward my underwear on the floor. Then I disengaged myself. Once free of her she rolled over and pulled her legs up in a fetal position. She gave no resistance as I tied her ankles together with a silk rope. 

I gathered my tool bag, my underwear, and my new trophies and made my way to the garage. On the way there I found Louise's purse. I confiscated her drivers license and continued to the garage. I dumped my tool bag on the floor of the front passenger seat. I dropped my underwear and on top of my other clothes. The stockings and the license I placed in my glove box. 

I climbed into the back of Tahoe where Stephanie was jabbering under her tape gag. I gathered she wanted me to take it off. Presently I was distracted by her breasts. Her nipples were erect and hard as a rock and she had goose pimples all over her body. Clearly she was cold. Her breasts where not as large as Louise's but they were still beautiful. I straddled her and took both her breasts in my hands pinching her nipples. She arched her back raising her breasts further and tilted her head back. She let out a high pitch squeal then groaned in obvious frustration.

I shifted my weight to my left side then slid my hand down Stephanie's taught tummy, my fingers diving under her pantyhose until they found her clitoris. On contact she squeaked a little then took a shuttering gasp of breath through her nose. I started rubbing in a slow circle and she gasped again. Keeping my finger working on her sweet spot I leaned down and covered her right nipple with my mouth. I worked her nipple with my tongue and her clitoris with my finger. Stephanie writhed against her bindings and squealed into her gag. 

I continued to work on Stephanie until I caught my second wind. I used both hands to tear a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. Then I unclipped her ankles from the deck and started to untie the knot in her binding. I flipped her over and coaxed her up on her knees. She arched her back and her ass pointed skyward. Her legs spread wide and her toes pointed in anticipation. She looked over her shoulder expectantly. She had the demeanor of a cat purring and waiting to be scratched.

I gripped her hips and moved my knees inside of hers. I thrust forward and my cock slid easily into her moistened pussy. A few slow pumps insured that her juices covered my shaft and then I started thrusting hard and fast. Her ass reverberated with every collision and she tried to hold on with her legs. I continued to thrust into her while she squealed and struggled to brace herself. I let go with the second orgasm I'd had that day and I have to admit, it was better than the first. 

I pulled out then reached over her and undid the clip that held her wrists down. I opened the side door and got out of the truck. Then walked around to the back and opened up the back doors. I reached in and grabbed Stephanie by the ankle yanking her to the edge of the truck. She was trying to get the tape off her mouth and I helped by quickly striping it off her. 

"Ow!" she said, "What did you do to LouEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Her sentence ended in another squeal as I grabbed her about the waist. However I did it in such a fashion that I was able to spin her upside down. I was standing at the edge of her garage with her legs dangling up and over my shoulders, her muff right in my face. My arms locked around her waist and my penis slapped against her cheek while she dangled upside down. 

I buried my face into her vagina, tonguing her clitoris vigorously. She gasped as I licked her sweet spot. Eventually she got the hint and took my penis into her mouth. The standing 69 continued until she begged to be set down. "I'm so dizzy, please put me down!"

I let her to the ground and she collapsed to her knees. Since she was down there I gripped her by the hair and had her finish what she started, her mouth full of my dick. Stephanie was still the best head I had ever received. When I could take no more I pulled away and walked back to the front of my car. I pulled out my shorts and shirt and dressed. Once I was covered I walked back to the button that opened the garage door. 

"Unless you want to be bare ass naked in front of your neighbors I suggest you get inside." Startled, Stephanie got up and scurried to the door. I gave her one more slap on the ass as she passed then opened the garage door. I buttoned up my Tahoe, hopped in the driver's seat and drove home. The entire way home I wondered how Stephanie explained things to Louise.



Big Game Hunter Vol. 04



COUGAR FILE #004 - Unknown

AGE: 30-35

HAIR: Brunette

EYES: Unknown

HEIGHT: 5'6"-5'8"

WEIGHT: 130-140lbs

BUST: 34-36 C

WAIST: 28-30

HIPS: 34-36

Shoe: 7

MARRIED: Unknown

TAKEN: 1 time

I had just finished the first half mile of my Saturday run when, while running past a large house in my neighborhood, I saw an Audi pull into the driveway. The car door opened and the first thing I saw was a pair of long shiny legs, adorned in black nylon. Instead of running past I stopped to re-tie my shoe laces. While my fingers worked the small knot my eyes stayed locked on the long legs sparkling in the sunlight. 

A tall brunette swung her legs out of the car and her heels clicked on the pavement. Her black skirt had risen up her silky legs and her stocking tops were clearly visible. I could see white garter straps peeking out from her slip and skirt, clinging to the black stocking tops. She wore shiny black open toed pumps that had red trim around the top of the shoe. A red bow sat above her toes. She wore a fancy red blazer with white lapels trimmed in black. Her sleeves where short and rolled one cuff up also with white and black trim. 

She was still turned and focused on the passenger seat as she fussed with something inside and was unaware of the show she was giving me. I stopped the pretending to tie my shoelaces and just looked at her. Twice she leaned back to reach something in the glove box and her toes came off the ground pointing to keep balance. Her legs were smooth and shapely and I wanted to wrap them around my waist.

She stood up out of her car and her skirt fell covering her stocking tops but not her knees. She shut the car door and started fussing with her purse. As she turned I saw the seams of her black nylons trace the back of her legs ending in a reinforced Cuban heel. Then she made for her front door, her heels clicking on the path. She never once looked my way. She opened her front door and walked inside.

When she closed the door behind her I stood up and had a long look around. The garage door was closed and if she elected to park in the drive way then either there was a car in there or too much clutter to fit her Audi. The other houses in view were some distance away and any noise from inside was unlikely to be noticed. One more look around satisfied me that no one was about to see anyone go in her front door.

I made for the front door, jogging right up to it as if it was a perfectly normal thing for me to do. I was feeling bold. I had no idea who was in the house. I had nothing with me. It was like barging in on Stephine all over again. The only plan I had was to go in, fuck this bitch quickly, and be on my way.

I tried the door and it was open. I was less shocked this time I think. It's a nice neighborhood and most people are lax about security. Stepping into the foyer I noticed that there was a flight of stairs that curved up to the left immediately from the entry. The stairs topped off at a small balcony with a rail before opening into a hall on the second floor. A long hardwood passageway led to the left and behind the staircase opened a large sitting room. No one was visible and I kept an ear out for any noise as I closed and locked the door behind me.

I pulled off my shirt and running shorts. I dropped them in a pile at the door. Best to get them off now then to have to fuss with it in the middle of trying to manhandle a reluctant woman. Standing naked in only my running shoes I felt excited. In the next few moments anything could happen. The thrill of the unknown combined with the soft curvy body of the woman who I was now hunting fueled my erection. 

I spotted a few Mardi Gras masks decorating the hallway to the left and on a whim I pulled one down and looked it over. It was black with gaudy green and yellow feathers plus other faux adornments. It had an elastic strap and I slipped it over my face. My eyes and forehead were covered but my mouth was free of anything that could get in the way. 

I heard a noise from upstairs and bolted up the stair case. I was half a step from the top when the woman from outside came from around the corner and stopped suddenly at the top landing. She hopped back with a loud shriek then froze. I didn't slow my momentum down at all and stooped to wrap my arms around her thighs, lifting her up over my shoulder. She keeled over my shoulder and her legs kicked while I carried her, screaming down the hallway and into a large bedroom.

Walking to the bed I whipped her over my shoulder and flopped her on the mattress. The bed bounced with her weight. She lie still, breathing hard with a wild look in her hazel eyes. I took a moment to look down at her nylon covered legs and admired the way they simmered in the soft indoor light. I touched her ankle with my fingers and slid them up her shin then groped her thigh, delighting in the silky feel of the hosiery. She suddenly jerked away from my touch and tried to roll off the bed to get away from me.

I grabbed her by her hair, griping it tightly at the back of her head. Roughly I spun her over onto her face. I tore at the zipper on her skirt and the fragile fastener broke apart rather than unzipped as I yanked down. Tearing her skirt over her hips the fabric caught one of her garters and it snapped free of the stocking, springing upward to whip against her ass cheek. Next I grabbed her panties and yanked them down her legs. She wore them on top of her garter belt and the lacy garment slid over her ass and legs easily.

with the skirt and panties off I put a firm hand on the inside of her left thigh, gripping the silky stocking top and pushing her legs apart. I put my knees on the inside of each of hers, kneeling over her on the bed. Then I grabbed her by the hair again and yanked back, sticking three fingers of my other hand into her mouth. She gagged a little as I rubbed my fingers over her tongue then, still holding her by the hair, forced my moistened fingers into her pussy. I had to repeat this action a few times until the lips of her vagina were slippery enough for me to enter.

Again I thrust my fingers into her mouth causing her to make gagging noises as I gathered moisture from her tongue. This time I ran my fingers along the shaft and tip of my penis. once I felt I had done what I could to prepare myself I let go of her hair. Grabbing her by the hips I pulled up and angled her hips. She was starting to resist less as my motives became crystal clear. She was up on her knees with her ass in the air, supporting her torso on her elbows. She kept her head down and said nothing as I slid my penis into her pussy. 

It was slow going until my tip penetrated enough to collect her inner juices and then with short thrusts I managed to coat her outer wall and my shaft with her honey. Once lubrication was complete I thrust in as deep as I could go, forcing a groan from her lips. I patted her on the ass letting her know she was doing well.

Keeping my self locked in deep I grabbed her by the hair again and yanked back. She grunted as I stuffed my fingers back into her mouth. After a few passes over her tongue I reached under and found her clitoris and started rubbing. While I stroked her clit, my free hand tore at her blazer and bra until I freed a breast. I helped my self to a handful of her firm C cup, pinching her nipple every so often. 

Either my lower body massage or the rough handling started to get to her because the juices started flowing. I was pleasantly surprised. I gripped her by the hips again and started to thrust into her as hard as I could. With each thrust my thighs slapped into her ass with a loud clap. She clutched the bed sheets as I railed into her. I noticed that her left foot was dangling up at an awkward angle as she braced her self under me. Her shoe had slipped off her silky heel and it was about to come off. 

Thrusting harder I climaxed as her shoe slipped free and tumbled off the bed. I gripped her shoeless foot and thumbed her stockinged sole as I ejaculated into her. Spent I withdrew and collapsed on top of her my face next to hers, the mask folded and bent in between our faces. 

"That's all I have time for today, sweetheart. But if you want more just keep your door unlocked." I said into her ear and then got up. I snagged a stocking and pulled it off her leg and with my trophy in hand hurried downstairs to get dressed. 

I left her mask on the floor and jogged back to my house.



Big Game Hunter Vol. 05



COUGAR FILE #005 - Erica Brown 
AGE: 35
HAIR: Blond
EYES: Brown
HEIGHT: 5'2"
WEIGHT: 123lbs
BUST: 34-C
WAIST: 24
HIPS: 32
Shoe: 5
MARRIED: Yes
TAKEN: 2 times

While my wife cock teased her boss with short skirts and high heels hoping for a promotion, I was awarded one for seemingly no reason at all. I chose not to tell my wife, at least not until she had earned her own promotion. She already doesn't like that her husband, who is younger than she is, makes more than she does and a promotion would just rub that in.

With rank comes responsibilities and one of the first I had to deal with was a business convention out of town. I loathe conventions. Hundreds of people trying to buy or sell product in a frantic three day event. Meetings with partners and competitors in stuffy rooms with boring presentations. For a moment as my boss outlined what he wanted from me on this trip I thought about telling him to keep the promotion.

Wednesday morning I found myself sitting in the leather seat of first class on an airliner preparing for a two hour flight. The flight was full I was hoping that who ever would be sitting next to me would at least be pleasant. I waited as passengers filed past me looking for their seat. Suddenly I was thanking the Gods of Luck as a sweet blonde stopped at my row and smiled at me.

"I have the window seat." She said cheerfully. Her voice was clear and girlish even though her dark pretty eyes showed signs of smile wrinkles. She was petite at around five and a half feet tall. Her blond hair was long but done up in an elaborate bun with locks of hair falling in random, but fashionable places. Her heels added height but she still struggled to reach the overhead compartment. While she stretched her arms over her head and rose on her tip toes I looked her over. 

She wore a sharp outfit consisting of a royal blue short sleeve jacket and matching skirt. The top button of her jacket was just past the mid point of her ample bust. Her skirt stopped just past her knees and her legs were covered in sheer blue hosiery. Her navy blue high heel shoes covered her delicate feet with straps that danced back and forth in every direction. A tiny silver buckle held the top strap in place and it set off the shiny silver anklet on her left leg. The toes of her nylons had a darker reinforced area but were still sheer enough to see her toenails easily.

She stretched to push her carry on into the overhead compartment and I continued to look her over. Her toenails had a dark blue color on them with a line of sparkly silver at the tips. Her legs were very shapely and looked silky smooth under the sheer blue nylons. Her thighs pressed against her skirt and I couldn't see any garters so I assumed she wore pantyhose. I couldn't tell if there was a blouse under her jacket and didn't care. The display of her cleavage was excellent scenery.

I was still ogling her breasts when she finished with her carry on and started to shuffle toward her seat. I started to stand up but she placed her hand on my shoulder, keeping me down and aiding her balance as she slid past me. I tried to tuck my legs in but even in first class there isn't much room on a plane. Both of her silken legs slid across mine. If that wasn't enough to get me all hot and bothered there was a brief moment when her other hand planted on my shoulder. She was almost straddling me, her lovely breasts directly in front of my face. 

Once past me, she was still able to glide in the cramped area and slide into her seat. Her curves were round and firm reminding me of a cheerleader's build. Her left leg slid up and crossed her right almost presenting her anklet for review. Her nylon foot hovering centimeters from my shin. The hem of her skirt rose up her thigh revealing more of her soft firm legs. For her size her legs were flawless, smooth, and toned. I had to catch my self before I reached out and groped her.

She smiled at me and held out her hand. "I'm Erica." I took her hand and introduced myself. I then added that I had never sat in the middle seat and still had such a stunning view. She giggled and twisted to her left searching for he seat belt. As she shifted, her skirt slid just a bit further up and the very tip of a dark, lace stocking top came into view. She found both ends of her belt and buckled them before smoothing her skirt and hiding her secrets.

I was still looking at her legs while she positioned her lap belt and tugged her skirt into place. I wasn't bothering to hide my stare and I'm quite sure she was aware of what I was doing. Since there was no reason to hold back I spoke what was on my mind. "You have very beautiful legs."

She smiled broadly and giggled. "Thank you." she said. Her left hand slid over her blued nylon knee and I saw her wedding band. I giant diamond set in platinum. Clearly she enjoyed the attention I was giving her but she was now reminding me that she was spoken for.

We settled into easy conversation and I found that she was going to the same convention I was. As we talked I couldn't help myself as I stole glances at her cleavage and silky legs. Each time I looked back into her eyes I knew I had been caught but she either didn't notice or was ignoring my lustful glances. She swung her left leg lightly and every now and then her foot brushed my shin. For a moment I imagined my wife sitting there instead doing the same things. Clearly, she was going to win a promotion soon.

Or she was going to get fucked. I couldn't give Erica a promotion but I could make her mine for tonight. This bitch was teasing the shit out of me and I couldn't take it much longer. My erection grew in my pants and I'm sure that Erica and the stewardess both noticed.

We continued to throughout the flight. I managed to get the name of her hotel in passing. It wasn't my hotel but I acted like it was and we talked about other things. I found that she worked for a cell phone company and that she was going to the convention to sell business packages. I told her that I was actually looking to get such a package for my company. This was a lie, but it kept her talking while I ogled her body.

Once we landed I told Erica how nice it was to meet her and I hoped to see her at the convention. She gave me a card and told me to call her so she could give me a formal presentation later. I told her that a full presentation of what she had to offer was all that was on my mind.

I got off the plane a few passengers ahead of her and once I picked up my rental I hurried to her hotel as quickly as I could. In the parking garage I opened my checked luggage and pulled out some "tools" I had brought with me. A ball gag, several lengths of rope and a roll of white medical tape. I stowed these items in various pockets in my slacks and jacket then closed the trunk and made my way to the lobby to wait for Erica.

The wait was short. Erica was already at the front desk checking in. Luck was still with me as I heard the hotel clerk tell Erica her room number. As Erica left the front desk and headed for the elevator. I followed her and watched her legs as they wiggled around each other in her tight skirt. Her legs made a soft zip zop sound as her nylon clad thighs rubbed together. 

She entered the elevator and turned. When she saw me she smiled and held the door for me. I hurried and got inside and reached to press the floor button. She had already selected the floor and I stopped. "Oh, we're on the same floor." I said. I gave her a long once over as she told me how wonderful it was that we were on the same floor. There was a brief lull in conversation as the elevator reached the ninth floor.

We exited and I followed her to her room, enjoying the view the entire way. She got to her door and as she pulled out her room key she fumbled it to the floor. I bent down and scooped it up then slid the key into the door, the green light lit up and I opened the door for her. As she took the key from me with a smile and walked into her room I could not believe how easy it was to get myself alone with her.

I walked in and shut the door behind me and for the first time her smile faded a little bit. "Um... can I help you?" She looked annoyed and her friendly voice took on a frosty tone. I said nothing and reached into my pocket looking for the ball gag. "Look, it was nice to chat with you on the flight but I have a lot of work to do-" She stopped when I pulled the black ball gag out of my pocket.

Erica backed away from me a step and then looked right at me. "Okay, maybe I was sending the wrong message on the plane. I don't know what you have in mind but I need you to leave my room now." I jumped at her and she let out a quick scream and stumbled backwards. I caught her up in my arms and flung her on to the bed, jumping up after her. 

She had rolled to her hands and knees and was trying to crawl away from me when I landed on top of her, crushing her to the bed. Roughly I got the gag into her mouth and then secured the strap. She made the effort to scream past the gag and although she was making noise it would not penetrate the walls of the room. She struggled to get away while I tore her jacket off her and tossed it to the side. All she wore underneath the jacket was a white lacy bustier. 

I got her arms under control and folded them over the small of her back. She kicked and screamed under me as I pulled a length of rope from my jacket pocket and proceeded to bind her arms together. It seemed that Erica was going to struggle so I bound her arms together from wrist to elbow. The knot wasn't super tight but the many loops over her arms acted like a sleeve keeping her from moving them.

With her arms bound I got off the bed and drug her too her feet by her hair. Still clinging to her bun I shoved her against the wall. I pressed myself against her and pushed my mouth close to her ear. "Stop resisting me," I whispered "There is nothing you can do to stop this." She struggled more in defiance of what I said. I spun her around so she was facing me and gave her one hard slap across the face. 

Stunned she stared blankly into space. I leaned in close looking her right in the eyes and repeated "Do not resist me. Or else I'll have to hurt you more." She stayed still and I knelt at her feet. Lightly I slid my fingers over and around her silky ankles. I played with her silver anklet for a bit then griping her ankles lightly I slid my hands up her legs and under her skirt. I found the stocking tops with my finger tips and worked my hands around her thighs.

"These are very nice stockings," I said to her. "I would have guessed you had pantyhose on but these were a pleasant surprise. Lets see what else you have under here." I withdrew my hands from her skirt and she watched me solemnly as I unzipped the garment from the side and let it slide over her legs to the floor. A pair of white silky panties was all that was underneath. 

I took hold of her panties with both hands and slid them over her hips down her legs and to the floor. Her pussy had a triangle muff shaved above it and I noticed that she was moist. I looked up at her bustier and grabbed the cups, pulling them down to free her breasts. Her nipples stood out stiff and hard. Erica looked away and blushed. She was clearly aroused but she didn't want to be. 

I stood up and grabbed her by the hair again, thrusting her toward the bed. She flopped onto it and then looked back over her shoulder at me. I stripped my clothes off while I watched her lie there. She watched me intently and when my pants came off freeing my penis her eyes widened briefly and then she turned away. 

I stepped over to the bed and snagged her left ankle with my right hand. I fingered her silky nylons as I pulled her leg over forcing her on her back. Erica strained to keep her head up and looking at my while I knelt at the edge of the bed. I got her legs over my shoulders and then, gripping her thighs by her stocking tops, buried my face into her muff.

She was mumbling something under the gag and the mumble turned into a high pitched squeal when my tongue found her clitoris. Her legs kicked, landing blows on my back, and she writhed under me. She couldn't get enough leverage to make her kicks count and I held her tight while I worked my tongue over the sensitive areas of her vagina.

The more I licked Erica the more she stopped fighting me and started to press her muff into my face. She started to moan in a rhythmic fashion. It was clear she was nearing climax. Abruptly I stopped, wiping my mouth of her juices. I stood up and pressed my hardened dick against her soft mound. She wrapped her legs around my waist and aided as I slowly worked my penis into her vagina. 

Gripping her by the waist I slowly thrust into her. I was only a few thrusts in when I deiced I wanted to try something new. I pulled out and grabbed her by the hair pulling her off the bed. She was having trouble standing in her heels now, her legs seemed weak. I man handled her over to the recliner that was in the room and sat down in it. 

She got the idea and climbed up on top of me. I guided my shaft back into her as she knelt over me and once I was in. Sat back and let her do the work. I lie back in bliss while this woman who I had tied up and gagged bounced her ass on my thighs forcing my dick into her over and over. Her breasts jiggled and flounced all around and I let her keep up the pace until I couldn't bear any more. 

Just before I thought I was going to climax I wrapped my arms around her and stood up with her. She wrapped her legs around me again and the sensation of her nylon stockings against my flanks was more than I could take. I tipped her back and she squealed as she fell over backward. I held her too me and she clung with her legs. She was almost inverted and I climaxed into her making small thrusts.

Once I was spent I pulled her back upright, walked over to the bed and dumped her onto it. I rolled her over and loosened the knot on the bindings. It would take her a while but she could get free now. "I'll see you at the convention." I told her and slapped her hard on the ass. She was yelling something at me from under the gag but I wasn't paying any attention. 

As I dressed she flopped and wiggled on the bed, cussing at me the entire time while she slowly unwound the bindings. On my way out the door I grabbed one of her two room keys and left. I drove back to my hotel and took a quick shower, changed clothes and went to the convention.

I was there for an hour before I spotted her. She had also changed clothes. She now wore a brown flowing skirt that stopped mid calf. Her top was a white shirt and a brown vest. She wore suede half boots that came mid calf. Her long blond hair was down now. Teasing me with just a little area between boot and skirt were her legs wrapped in coffee colored nylon. 

If she saw me, she made no sign of it. She never looked my way and I went about my business as she went about hers. Near the natural end of the days events I looked around and found her near the same kiosk she was standing at before. I kept an eye until she bundled up some things into a large tote bag and walked off. I followed her all the way out to the parking lot and watched as she got into her rental car.

Satisfied that she was leaving I walked to my car and drove to her hotel. I rode the elevator to the ninth floor and made my way to her room. Sliding the key into its slot I pushed the door open. Standing in the middle of her room, Erica looked startled and surprised. She had taken off the vest and she stood in stocking feet, her boots piled at the door. 

I closed the door behind me and locked it. Erica, her surprise dissipating, stormed over to me. "Get out of here ass hole!" she screamed. It looked like round two was going to be as much fun as round one. I clamped my hand over her mouth and shoot my other hand between her legs, lifting her in a wrestlers hold and carting her over to the bed. I tossed her on the bed and yanked her skirt off. She wore rich coffee colored pantyhose under the skirt and I jumped on the bed to grope her legs.

"You bastard!" she squealed and I had to fight off her punches and kicks. Shortly I had her face down with my weight on top of her. I noticed that her blue stockings were lying on the night stand and I snagged one. As I struggled to gag her with it I deiced that I rather liked conventions and my boss could send me on them any time. 



Big Game Hunter Vol. 06



COUGAR FILE #007 - Sophie Young 
AGE: 33
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 133lbs
BUST: 36-C
WAIST: 26
HIPS: 37
SHOE: 6
MARRIED: No
TAKEN: 7 times

COUGAR FILE #008 - Rana Sterling
AGE: 37
HAIR: Blond
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 128lbs
BUST: 36-C
WAIST: 24
HIPS: 36
SHOE: 7
MARRIED: My Wife
TAKEN: Unknown

I sat in my living room wearing my best suit. I loosened my tie since I wasn't actually planing on leaving the house. The TV was on but I wasn't paying any attention. I was waiting for my wife's best friend, Sophie. My wife's company was having its semi-annual sales party and they were going to be announcing promotions. It wasn't quite a black tie event but people were expected to dress up for the occasion. My wife was up stairs getting ready. I didn't know what she was going to wear yet, and likely she was still making last minute adjustments anyway. 

She had been planning for this event for almost four months. My wife was positive that she had won the promotion. I was sure she had. The last few weeks my wife had been displaying herself in heels, short skirts, low cut tops, and top fashion nylons. She had also been working late and I had my suspicions about what she was doing. Either way she was excited for the party and wanted me there to see her get her promotion. I hadn't told her yet that I'd already gotten mine. 

She had also invited her best friend Sophie, and that more than anything was the motivation for me to plan the day the way I had. Sophie was a lovely woman and even in casual dress often wore hosiery to show of her fantastic legs. Sophie never missed a chance to draw attention to her long smooth legs. Today I was going to get a close examination of those legs.

While my wife had prepared for her victory party I had prepared the house. I did a few "home improvement" jobs here and there the week before. I made sure that several sets of rope and handcuffs where strategically placed around the house. I even spent a pretty penny on a small bottle I planed to use for the first time. 

The last step in the plan was to call my wife's boss, Robert, and regretfully informed him that she was unexpectedly ill and would not be able to attend. I could tell he was very disappointed but he said he understood completely and let me in on the secret that she had won the promotion. I said I was pretty sure she already knew but I'd tell her anyway. We said good bye but I left the phone off the hook. 

A few minutes after calling the door bell rang and it was show time. I keep my cool as I opened the door even though my heart was beating in my throat. Sophie stood on my porch dressed to kill. Her brown hair was full of volume and draped over her shoulders. Dark eye liner set her steel blue eyes ablaze, heated further by her crimson lipstick glistening on her full lips. 

Sophie wore a two piece dress. The top, midnight black with deep red scroll work winding all over the fabric, was tight and high at her waist. It had poofy sleeves that ended at her elbows and it's V opening crossed right at the bust line. Her hands were covered in jet black satin gloves that covered her to mid forearm. If she wore anything under that top I couldn't see it. The waist extended in two layers of ruffles ending with silky satin hems. Under the ruffles her skirt was the same fabric as the top and extended to just past her knees. Paten leather red heels with a tiny peep toes cradled her feet. 

Her creamy legs shimmered in nylon. The sheer fabric matched her skin tone and wrapped around her legs only in th way that 100% nylon stockings can. The peep toes of her shoes gave me a glimpse of toenails with the sheen of nylon stretched over glittering red polish. After lingering on her toes my eyes slowly swept back up her legs to her skirt and I searched for a tell-tail bump of garter belt. 

Sophie smiled and put her hands on her hips as I paid her the complement of breathlessly ogling her. "Hey Mister, are you going to let me in or just stand there and undress me with your eyes?" she said playfully. 

"If I let you in I won't just undress you with my eyes." I said truthfully. She laughed aloud and pushed past me walking into the house. As she passed me her perfume filled my nostrils. I had to count to ten slowly in my head to keep my self from grabbing her from behind. I needed to be patient. As she walked into my foyer I took a gander at the backs of her calves. Red seams in her stockings streaked down her legs and fell into a red color reinforcement that disappeared into the heel of her shoe. 

"Rana is upstairs getting ready," I said as I closed the door. "Lets wait for her in the front room." I gestured toward the couch and she walked over to it. Her shoes clicked twice on the hardwood of the foyer then were muffled by the soft carpet of the living room. She reached the edge of the couch and turned to face me. With a smile she gracefully sat, crossing her legs and placing her purse on the end table all in one motion. The soft swish of fabrics and the grace of her movements intensified her sexuality. Her left foot swayed slowly as if she was about to pop off her shoe and dangle it on the tips of her toes at me.

"I'll go up and check on her. Would you like a glass of wine while you wait?" I asked.

"Oooh, yes please!" She said a smile never leaving her face.

I walked into the kitchen where I had a bottle of Chateau Margaux chilling in ice. I poured Sophie a glass then emptied half the contents of my little bottle into her glass. I walked back to her. As I came around the corner I caught her pulling her skirt back into place. A flash of red fabric was covered by her skirt and she smoothed her hand over her thighs. I had just missed the adjustment of her stockings. I handed her the glass and gazed openly at her legs. 

Sophie looked up at me under her lashes as she sipped. She closed her eyes and made a pleasant noise as she tasted the fine wine. "My God, that is wonderful!" she purred. I was relieved that my additive wasn't detectable on the pallet. 

"I was thinking the same thing about your legs." I said, still scanning her limbs with my eyes.

"Thank you." She smiled. "Now go check on your wife! I want to party!" She giggled and drew another sip from the glass. I didn't leave right away, rather I took a moment longer to study her long legs. I thought I could see a tiny bump of garter belt under her skirt. 

I left Sophie on the couch and climbed the stairs. I made my way to the bedroom and knocked softly twice before opening the door. My wife stood at the foot of the bed almost completely naked. She contemplated two dresses laid out on the bed. She wore no bra and I noticed that both dresses she was looking at would show a bra if she wore one. 

Clinching her waist was a white semi-sheer garter belt. Most of it's details were covered by the panties she had pulled over the garter belt. White panties that had five layers of tiny poofy lace rings that ruffled around her. The ruffles sat high on her waist and the panty ended in a thong back that slipped between the cheeks of her ass. 

Satin white garter straps streaked out from under the panties and clung to sheer nude stockings. The tops of the stockings were barely visible except for the white lining at the top. The leg blended with her skin so well it all but disappeared. She stood in white four inch heels that opened along the side of her foot. Two wide straps crossed over the tops of her toes leaving her pedicure of pearl white tips visible under the sheer hosiery. As I got closer I noticed that very faint seams climbed up my wife's legs and ended in the welt of her stockings. 

Her golden blond hair was up in a french twist with a few strands of hair falling behind her ears. White pearls hung from her neck. I walked up behind her and took her naked shoulders in my hands. I gently placed a kiss on her neck and slowly kissed my way down to her left shoulder. My hands slid down her arms and then to her firm tummy, sweeping back up the cup both her firm breasts in my hands.

"Ok, that's enough." she said stiffly, gently pulling my hands off her.

"Sorry, Sophie is here. She looks gorgeous and I had to get my hands on a woman before I exploded down there."

"Witch one of these dresses should I wear so that you keep you're eyes on me?" She teased.

"Neither," I said putting my hands back on her, one sliding to dip under her panties and garter belt. "You should go just like this." 

"I don't think that would be appropriate." She said. My fingers slid down until I found her vagina, shaved clean. 

"When we get home I'll allow you to make the decision on what I keep on and what I take off."

For a moment, with my arms wrapped around my wife and my nose and lips pressed against her neck, I thought about aborting my plan. My wife had never shaved herself like that. She was wearing lingerie I never suspected she even owned. Above all she was making the promise of a good time later.

But Sophie had tipped the scales. Why have one when I can have both?

I slowly maneuvered my hands until I had a gentle hold of both of Rana's wrists. I held them from the inside allowing my next move to be fluid and smooth. Gripping her wrists tightly I pulled both her arms behind her back, forcing her to bend forward, her ass pressing into my expanding crotch. With her weight forward I pressed her wrists into her back and she flopped forward on the bed, face first in her dresses. Rana grunted and turned her head with an angry look on her face.

"What are you doing?" Rana gasped. 

"Something I should have done a long time ago." I said, locking her arms in the grip of my left hand. I had stashed handcuffs under the bed. Reaching under the end of the mattress I found a set and pulled them out. I cuffed Rana's wrists in a quick smooth motion. Instead of how the police usually cuff people I cuffed her so that her arms lay flat across her back, the cuffs in line with her spine.

"We don't have time for this!" She told me with urgency and starting to struggle as I set the double locks. "I need to finish getting dressed!" 

"We're not going to the party. I called Robert, told him you were sick and that we couldn't make it."

"Aaron!"

"Don't worry, you got the promotion. Your legs did the trick. Speaking of, what brand of stockings are those? Simply stunning!"

"Aaron! Stop this! We need to leave! Let go of me!"

"You're not listening to me. Yon won the promotion. I told Robert that you are sick and can't make it. What did you do? Suck him off? You're clearly his favorite employee."

"What!? No! Aaron, look if you're jealous, don't be! I-"

"No more talking." I said and cut her off by stuffing a black ball gag into her mouth. She tried to talk past the gag but that only helped me get it in place. I was careful to make sure the straps went under her dangling pearl earrings and then fastened the buckle behind her head.

Rana writhed and kicked and I decided I needed to get that under control. I wrangled her legs and with another pair cuffs from under the bed I bound her ankles together. Once the double lock was finished I had to go to the dresser and grabbed a small bungee cord. Rana flopped like a fish and swore under her gag. I returned to the bed and hooked the wrist cuffs with one end of the cord. Then I grabbed her ankles hooked those cuffs connecting her wrists with her ankles.

I slipped her heels off her feet and took a moment to admire the fine stockings she wore. A classic reinforced area over her toes continued as a half inch wide line. It was present along the base of her foot and into a reinforced heel ending in a point. The tip of the point was the start of the seam streaking up her legs. I gently groped her silky feet.

Rana still struggled but she could never bring her ankles up far enough to make enough slack in the bungee cord to get free. The cord allowed her movement but all she managed to do was mess up the the bed and her hair. I figured by the time I was ready to loosen those cuffs she's be plenty worn out.

I grabbed the bungee and pulled forward on it. This put her weight on her chest and made her struggling useless. With my free hand I again touched her nylon toes and then felt along the top of her foot, past the cuffs, and down her silky shin. I swept my hand back up to her toes again. "Robert must be a leg man, because sweetheart, you have fantastic legs. I would have given you the promotion too. But the question is who has the best legs, you or Sophie?"

Rana snapped her head around to look at me, startled at what I was suggesting. I laughed and let go of the bungee allowing her to struggle again. "I'm going down there to find out. Don't wear your self out, I still have plans for you." Rana shook her head hand tried to yell but the gag muted her words. I walked over to the dresser and from Rana's underwear drawer selected a skimpy pair of black satin panties. From my sock drawer I pulled a roll of medical tape and a steel hook with a threaded end. 

Then I walked past my wife, gave her a firm slap on her ass and made my way down stairs.

I found Sophie right where I left her. She had her glass tipped back and was finishing off her wine. She flashed me a smile as I walked into the living room. I looked her over again. Sophie was a work of art. Tossing her over a chair and fucking her would be a waste. She needed to be savored and admired. "Would you like another glass?" I asked her, once again ogling her silken legs.

"Do I have time?" 

"Rana is tied up. She'll be a while."

"Typical. In that case sir, another refill, please!" She drooped her head and raised her glass straight up over her head. One glass of wine wouldn't cause this kind of drunken behavior. I took the glass and walked into the kitchen. Her speech wasn't quite slurred but it seemed drowsy and I could see that her eyelids were heavy. I poured her another glass and took it back out to her. She didn't need any more of my magic bottle.

She thanked me as I handed it to her. I walked over to the middle of the room, taking a nearby chair with me. I set the chair down under a small silver threaded hole I had installed in the ceiling a few weeks ago. I got up on the chair and started to screw the hook into place. Sophie cocked her head to one side and looked at me with a puzzled expression. 

"What are you doing?" she said between sips of wine.

"I'm setting this hook so I can run a length of rope through it."

"What for?" She asked while I walked back to the kitchen. 

"So I can tie you up and hang you from it." I said it with a teasing sarcasm that caused her to laugh as I walked into the kitchen.

In the kitchen I had several lengths of rope from three feet to ten feet. I gathered these up. I walked back into the front room, dropped the rope from the kitchen on the coffee table and selected the ten foot rope. Sophie looked at the rope I brought from the kitchen with a raised eyebrow.

"You were joking about tying me up right?" She asked.

"Nope. I'm going to tie you up, tear your clothes off and fuck you until you beg me to stop."

Sophie looked at me dumbfounded then suddenly laughed, loud and hard. She stopped herself putting a hand over her mouth. "Oh my," she said with a little burp "I don't think I should have any more wine." I walked over to her and took her by the hands helping her to her feet. She looked up at me puzzled and I reached for the buttons on her jacket. She slapped at my hands but it didn't stop me from getting the first one undone.

"Aaron! Stop!" She jerked away from me but I was done playing soft. I grabbed her by the lapels of her jacket and ripped it open, snapping the other two buttons right off. I took her by her wrist and spun her around, she wobbled on her heels trying to keep her balance. I yanked the jacket off her and tossed it over my shoulder. 

All that she wore under the jacket was a red satin bustier. It was cut low in the back and cupped her breasts, barley covering her nipples. I forced her over to the couch and pushed her onto it and she flopped faced first. I snatched one of the ropes I had staged and then flipping her onto her back, straddled her on the couch. 

I wrangled her arms and pulled them up over her head. Using my weight to keep her down I started tying her wrists together. She struggled, but weakly. She wasn't even shouting, just grunting. It must have been hard for her to breath with me on top of her. After a minute to two I got the knot the way I wanted it and got off her. 

Keeping hold of her wrists I pulled her over to the middle of the floor and grabbed the line hanging from the ceiling. Sophie made a feeble attempt to kick me but nearly lost her balance doing so. Once I had her wrists attached I grabbed the belay line and pulled. Sophie's arms stretched over her head and I kept pulling until she was on her tip toes, her spike heels not quite touching the carpet. The end of the line I tied to a hook that was screwed into the floor board on the adjacent wall. Sophie wasn't going anywhere. 

"Aaron! What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Exactly what I told you I would to." 

She started to say something else but I stuffed my wife's black panties into her mouth. She fought me as I made sure I got them in, then pulled out the tape from my pocket. Tearing off a strip I covered her mouth sealing the gag. I patted her on the cheek and left her.

I went back upstairs to my bedroom and found Rana struggling but still bound by the cuffs and bungee cord. I stripped my clothes off. My erection was now free and hard as I walked back over to Rana. Her eyes flicked to my penis then back up to my face. I took the bungee off and griping her by ankles and wrists slid her the edge of the bed.

Rana made all kinds of noise under the gag, chewing me out I suppose, while I manhandled her off the bed and on to my shoulder. I took the bungee and the cuff key then carried her down the stairs. I took her over to the couch, setting her down in a sitting position. She looked at Sophie and then back up at me. 

"Sweetheart, your job is to take a fucking for Sophie. I want to savor her and I'm afraid that I can't last through what I want to do to her. If I climax on Sophie, I'm afraid that I'll be done, so when I can't take any more I'm going to fuck you. When I climax on you, I'll go back to Sophie. We'll repeat this until I'm satisfied, and then we'll be through." Sophie and Rana looked at me oddly. Neither one understood what I had in mind. It didn't matter. They would get the idea. 

I walked over to Sophie, who was still mostly dressed, and started to take the rest of her clothes off. I unzipped her skirt and let it slide off her hips and to the floor. The skirt almost shot off her because of the satin red half slip she wore under it. Slowly, I pulled the slip down. I watched the waist line as it unveiled a red thong panty and a red garter belt. I watched the edge of the fabric as it slid over the garter strap, past the welt of her stockings, down her legs and then finally resting around her ankles on top of the skirt. I gently took her by the each ankle and one at a time got her feet free of her skirt and slip, tossing them aside. 

Working from the ankles up I straightened and smoothed out her nylon stockings, ensuring the back seam was centered on her leg and pulling then taut on her legs. With the stockings set just right I indulged my self by running my hands up and down her legs, enjoying the silky fabric. I removed her heels one at a time and inspected the red seams. They disappeared into the darker nude of the reinforcement. I looked over at Rana.

"Sorry sweetheart, but she has you beat by a very small margin."

I slapped Sophie on the thigh lightly then I slid her panties down her legs running my fingers along her silky stockings all the way. My dick was so hard it hurt and I needed a release. I walked over to Rana. "See what I mean?" I said to her, waiving my penis at her face. Rana looked at it with mild surprise. She'd never seen it this hard before.




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I loosened the ball gag and pulled it out of her mouth. Before she could say anything I grabbed her by the hair with both hands and stuffed my shaft into her mouth. Rana fought it at first, making gagging sounds and noises of discomfort. But then she started to tongue and work her lips over my shaft. My wife had never once given me head, nor had she ever even hinted that she would. And now she was sucking me off like a pro.

I realized that she was hoping that if climaxed I would be done. She was basing this on our normal sex life in which after one weak climax I was done. This was going to be a surprise for her. The surprise for me was how great she was at giving head. I looked down at her, her big blue eyes focused on my face. "You've done this before haven't you?" I said and she rolled her eyes but continued to suck me off.

I couldn't hold back any longer and I shot my load into her mouth. I hadn't given any warning and Rana's eyes bulged as she tried not to choke. I held her by the hair and kept my shaft in her mouth even though she tried to pull away. Part of my load burst past her lips, running down her chin. I pulled out and Rana spit the rest out her mouth.

"Are we done now?" Rana asked annoyed.

"No dear, we are just getting started."

The ball gag went back into Rana's mouth with a little bit of effort and I walked back over to Sophie.

Standing behind Sophie I unhooked her bustier, freeing her lovely breasts. Wedging my foot inbetween hers I slid them apart, driving her further on her toes, angling her ass a little bit more outward. I took the base of my shaft in my right hand, and reached around with my left. My left index finger probed Sophie and I rubbed her vagina gently as I pressed the tip of my shaft upward into her. After a few moments I penetrated her vagina and then slowly worked myself in and out, a little at a time to lubricate her with the saliva and sperm already on my shaft.

Sophie let out a deep long moan as I penetrated as far as I could. I built up a slow and steady rhythm. My hands on her hips, I slid them over her firm tummy and upwards until each grasped a breast. While I slowly slid my shaft in and out of her, I fondled Sophie's breasts. Pinching her nipples lightly and rubbing her areolas in soft circles. 

Sophie responded with moans that would rival that of any porn star. I slid my hands back down her torso and down to her thighs and taking a step back pulled her off her feet. Sophie brought her legs up and wrapped them around my upper thighs, her silky ankles crossing behind me. Supported by the rope stretching her above, and my body below, she was at a forty-five degree angle to the ground. 

I was still slowly driving myself into her and with one hand I reached around and found her clitoris and I slowly started stimulating her. The gag had trouble muffling Sophie's squeals. After a few minutes of this I thought I was going to burst again so I let go of her. She slid off me and I slid out. I walked back over to Rana. "Your turn again." 

Rana was shaking her head, I wasn't sure if it was because she was saying no or because she was shocked at my stamina. I pulled her off the couch and faced her toward it. Guiding her to her knees I flopped her over the couch. Pulling her white satin thong to the side I forced my shaft into her. Rana squealed as I first entered, and I as slowly worked my way in with driving thrusts, she also auditioned for the audio track of a prono. 

This wasn't the slow gentle movements I was using on Sophie, instead, it was hard rapid thrusting. Faster and faster I drove into her, her body was shaking under my thrusts and her head was bouncing into the back of the couch. Shortly, I climaxed again. I pulled out and stood over Rana taking a few deep breaths. Then I walked into the kitchen. I could hear Rana and Sophie breathing heavily through their noses. I pulled an ice cube out of the freezer and walked back to Sophie. 

Again from behind I put one hand around her, finding her clitoris, and with the other hand pressed the ice cube against her chest. I started just at the base of the neck below the collar bones and Sophie inhaled sharply through her nostrils as the cube past inbetween her breasts then across her tummy. Using my left hand to guide the right, I maneuvered the cube until it rested on top of her clit. 

Sophie squealed and one leg curled up, her silky toes curling. I rotated the cube over her clitoris for a moment then tossed it aside. I took her by the waist and spun Sophie around. I grabbed her by the thighs and lifting her, got her up, allowing my penis to find her vagina. As her legs wrapped around my waist, my shaft slid in all the way. Sophie found the strength to pull on the rope lifting her self up and down as I supported most of her on my shaft. 

I pulled her close and pressed my mouth against her neck, sucking hard against her skin. My hands found her silky thighs and I griped them tightly. While I gave her a love bite on the neck she worked her hips causing friction down below. I also gyrated my hips and together we worked my shaft in and out. Once I finally pulled my mouth away from her neck and saw the dark purple mark I'd left, I knew I couldn't stand it much longer. I untangled my self from Sophie and had to take a few deep breaths.

Again I walked over to Rana who had turned and sunk to the floor so she could watch. Again I lifted her on the the couch, this time on her back. I pulled her ankles up so that she lie flat with her legs straight up in the air. I entered her a second time and while I slowly thrust into her, I slid my hands up and down her nylon stockings, fondling her silky legs. I kissed the tops of her feet and my final climax came out of me.

"I take it back." I gasped "I can't tell who has better legs."

I Pulled out of Rana and rolled her on her tummy. I found the bungee cord and again put her in the hog tie. I walked back up stars and dug around in my wife's dresser until I found her favorite vibrator. Walking back down stairs I walked over to Rana and forced it into her. She protested under the gag but once it was in place and switched on, she started writhing. I used her panties to hold in it place and then went back over to Sophie. 

I knelt in front of her and she was softly moaning and shaking her head no. Taking her around the waist I started to lick and tongue her pussy. Sophie and Rana squealed and moaned while the toy and I did our work. Together they increased their moans and squeals almost as if they were harmonizing. It wasn't quite simultaneous, but their organisms overlapped. 

Hours later, Sophie on her way home and Rana in the shower, I sat in my living room wearing my birthday suit. The TV was on but I wasn't paying attention. Rana had said nothing after I had removed her bonds. Sophie had just tossed her skirt and jacket back on and left. Rana came back down stairs in a robe with her hair up in a towel. 

"Take the trash out," she ordered, "and clean this mess up." 

Things were back to normal. Well, almost.



Big Game Hunter Vol. 07



COUGAR FILE #009 - Brandee Washington

AGE: 34

HAIR:Black

EYES: Brown

HEIGHT: 5'8"

WEIGHT: 150lbs

BUST: 40F

WAIST: 32

HIPS: 36

SHOE: 7

MARRIED: No

TAKEN: Twice

Driving home on a Sunday afternoon wouldn't be such a bad thing provided I wasn't returning from a full day's work at the office. A business trip out East needed final touches before I boarded a plane early in the morning Monday. The commute home was bogged down on a road already mired in street lights and made worse with a local church that had just let out. The church was one of those popular among the affluent population in the area. Where going to church had little to do with faith and more to do with keeping up appearances and networking. 

I was a few blocks from my turn off when a white BMW darted in front of my Tahoe. Clearly the BMW was trying to cross two lanes of traffic in vain attempt to get home sooner. The moment it entered my lane it slammed its breaks and stopped. I didn't have time to do anything but slam my breaks and that wasn't enough time. My Tahoe slid into the rear of the car. I doubted I even dented her bumper but an accident is an accident. I turned on my hazard lights and backed up a little to disengage my Tahoe from the BMW. Cars behind me started honking then driving around me. 

The driver side door of the BMW swung open and out stretched a long pair of silky black legs. They glimmered with the sheen of nylons. When she slid from her seat her skirt rode up her thighs but not enough for me to see stocking tops. Maybe they where pantyhose then. Either way her legs had that special shine which gave away nylons. I was marveling at the wonderful hue of the hosiery when I realized the color of her skin was milk chocolate. 

The elegant black woman who stood up from the BMW was likely in her mid thirties. The first thing I noticed about her was her large set of breasts. She wore a lavender sleeveless blouse that was sheer enough to give away the outline of her bra under it. The blouse tucked into a royal purple skirt that clung to her shapely hips and fell to just above her knees. 

She was medium height for a woman and her raven colored hair was curled and full of body, bouncing around her shoulders in silky curls. Her clothes stretched taught around her frame and her hourglass shape was very pleasant to look at as she scampered over to look at the rear damage to her car.

She bent over low looking at her car and her skirt stretched tightly over her ass. I couldn't make out a panty line or garter belt pressing from the inside so either she wore a thick slip or nothing of the kind. Her legs shimmered of nylon and her thighs and ass were as smooth as glass. 

After inspecting her car she took quick purposeful steps toward my Tahoe and I looked closely at the purple suede pumps as they clicked loudly on the asphalt. A small open toe showed pink polish on her toenails that matched the color of her long manicured fingernails. I could barely make out the seam that stretched across her toes. She was quick to my door giving me no time for further inspection. 

"Are you alright ma'am?" I asked as she got to my open window.

"Are you paying no attention?!" She screeched at me. "You plowed right into me!" Her big brown eyes had dark eyeliner that shaped her orbs into a cats gaze. A hint of silver shimmer highlighted her eyes. Her large full purple lips were pressed into a pout and I imagined a gag in her mouth. That put a smile on my face.

"Why don't we pull over to that parking lot and assess the damage? We're blocking traffic." I said calmly and pointed to the parking lot I had in mind. She looked around as if aware for the first time that she was causing a scene and blocking anything.

"You had better follow me over there or I'll call the police!" She snapped, spun in her heels and quick stepped back toward her BMW. With her back to me I ogled her creamy legs as she slid back into her drivers seat. I decided that I was going to find out what mysteries lie under that skirt.

She pulled across traffic receiving honks and angry gestures from other drivers. Once she was in the parking lot of a small business park, she stopped so that her car was out front and in view of the road. I, on the other hand, slowly made my way around the building. She saw me driving slowly around the corner and she looked furious raising both hands in anger then trowing her car into reverse. Screeching her tires she followed me around to the back of the building.

Back here there were no painted stalls. Just a few delivery bays and the building blocked the view of the main street. I took a good look around and saw that sight lines to the road were mostly blocked by the building. Everything else in view was closed. There was little chance anyone would see us.

Calmly I got out of my Tahoe and walked to the rear end of her car. The bumper had a small dent in it, which was about what I figured from the light impact of our accident. She hopped out of her car, the engine still running, and left her door open as she stomped to her rear bumper. She stood next to me and started complaining about the apparent damage and my lack of driving skill in general. 

I wasn't really paying attention to her. I stared at her legs openly and from behind the building with the sun gleaming on them, her legs took on a silky finish. It looked like chocolate syrup had been poured down her legs and allowed to dry. Shimmering lines of light traversed her legs and moved as I moved around her, highlighting her long sexy stems.

I took a long step back and gawked down at the back of her legs. The silky chocolate color was making me hungry. Presently she stopped talking and looked at me, turned to look down at what I was staring at then looked back at me clearly puzzled. "What are you looking at?" She demanded.

"Very nice." I said, still looking at her legs.

"I beg you're pardon?"

"You have beautiful legs."

"Excuse me!?" Her mouth opened in shock.

"The nylons you're wearing accent them wonderfully." I squatted down to touch her.

"What?!" She said hopping back.

"Are they stockings or pantyhose?" I asked standing up.

She stammered for a moment then closed her eyes to compose her self. "Oh my God," She said, blinking at me in a flurry of thick black eyelashes. "You have lost your mind." 

"Oh no, I'm quite sane." I said walking past her and leaning into her open driver side door. I noticed a purple jacket that matched her skirt lying on the passenger sea. I pulled the latch for the truck to open, snatched the keys and shut off the car. I then stood up straight and looked at her silky legs again. "It's just that I have kink for legs and nylons and since you have such a lovely pair," I gestured to her legs "I just couldn't help myself."

She laughed at me as I walked past her again. It was a forced laugh that had controlled anger behind it. She folded her arms and shifted her weight throwing one hip to the side. "Well, sir you should keep those thoughts to your self." she said shaking her head.

"At least I wasn't staring at your gigantic breasts." Her brown eyes glared at me. "But I suppose I could do that if you like." 

"I think we should call the police." She said with a cool tone that I expect was meant to scare me into behaving properly. 

"What for?" I said in an off hand way as I opened her trunk all the way. I was pleased to find that it was empty. I doubt she had ever used it. Her bumper had small dents in it and nothing more. I looked over at her again, appraising her size and shape. "They aren't going to get here in time to stop anything, and when they do arrive they are just going to find you at fault."

"Me?! You hit me jackass!"

"Yes, after you entered my lane, with no signal and without giving me time to react. Clearly an illegal lane change."

Flustered, her eyes darted from the damage to her car and then back to me, then she snapped her fingers at me saying, "But you sexually harassed me!"

"How so?"

"You asked me about my pantyhose, creep!"

"Ah! So they are pantyhose." I said with a big grin, again looking at her legs and nodding.

"I didn't say that!" She retorted quickly and looking embarrassed.

"No? Unzip that skirt and lets have a look then."

"What the fuck!?" Her hands went to her hips, her head bobbed on her shoulders and she tilted her head forward to glare at me. 

"Well, it looks to tight to just pull up. You'll have to unzip it to show me."

She launched into a verbal assault that questioned my parentage and my manhood. Ignoring her, I walked around to the back of my Tahoe and lifted the gate. Reaching inside my left compartment I pulled out a bit gag and a few lengths of silk rope. I shut my gate and locking the Tahoe put my tools in my pocket. She was still yelling at me but she didn't seem to noticed what I had done. She crossed her arms and closed her eyes in anger, pursing her lips. "So are you going to strip that skirt off or what?" I said.

"Mister, you are making a big mistake."

"I haven't even gotten started, sweetheart. If you don't pull that skirt off I will."

"If you lay one hand on me-"

"You'll call the police, I know. I think I could fuck you on the hood of your car before they got here. Shall we find out?" I stared at her legs then her breasts then, finally, her big brown eyes.

For a moment we locked eyes and stared at each other. It was becoming clear to her that threats of the police were not going to get her anywhere. "Look," she started slowly, "There doesn't seem to be any major damage to the car, why don't you give me your insurance information and I'll be on my way."

"Not so fast, doll" I said "First, this accident is your fault, so I need your insurance information. Second, I haven't found out what's under that skirt yet." 

She looked at me with daggers in her eyes and then walked around to the passenger side of her car. I followed close behind her and when she reached for the passenger door handle I gave her a hearty slap on the ass. "Mother fucker!" she yelled and spun around to face me. Her mouth was open for another insult and her hand was getting ready to slap me when I jammed the bit gag into her mouth. She made a strangled sound as I pushed hard on the gag pressing her back against the BMW. 

I forced my body against hers pinning her to the car. Her hands swung at my head and she tried to knee me in the groin, but I was so close to her that she didn't get much with her knee and her hands slapped harmlessly on my head. It didn't take long to get the gag fastened and secured. 

With the gag in place I got her by her wrists and pinned them against the car. Then I pressed my lips and nose against the nape of her neck. She smelled like french vanilla and I licked her neck slowly. She yelled into the gag but it was muffled enough that it didn't carry far. It was a simple task for me to spin her around and pin her arms to the small of her back. As she spun her thick curls brushed my face and I couldn't help but taste her neck a second time. 

With her pinned against the car I took one of the silk ropes from my pocket and started to bind her arms together. "You should be more careful who you piss off in traffic." I said as I worked on the knot. "Some of these people out here might have shot you dead for pulling out like that." She tried to say something that I guessed was a question. "Oh, don't worry. I'm just going to strip you down, fuck you for all your worth, and then let you go."

With the knot in place I grabbed her blouse at the waist line and untucked it. It was made of stretchy fabric and was quite fragile. It didn't take much to tear it apart at the buttons and yank it down to her wrists. The knot binding her kept it from coming all the way off. The black satin bra was strapless and I unhooked it and let the garment fall to the ground. I pulled the zipper on her skirt and slid it off her hips. the skirt feel to her feet.

Pantyhose clung to her waist turning her round hips and buttock into a silken ball. No other undergarments were present. "Well, glory be!" I slapped her ass hard watching the shock wave move from her right check to her left, mitigated by the nylons. "See? You are wearing pantyhose, just like you told me."

Lightly I ran my fingers over her silken ass cheeks. I continued to frisk her feeling out her massive tits. Her nipples became hard and I gave them a pinch. They were quite firm. I squatted and ran my hands down her flanks and over the outside of her legs. Her legs were soft but thick with toned muscle. Every bit of her was fit and solid. During all this manhandling she screamed and yelled but the gag kept any of the noise from traveling far enough to be heard by someone else.

"You can stop yelling, no one can hear you."

I stood up, feeling the smooth silk of her nylons as I did, finishing with my right hand cupping her soft mound through the pantyhose. I could feel the lips of her vagina through the nylon. "You're going to be a real treat!" I said and briefly fingered her pussy through the hosiery.

Again, she made an appeal with the gag on and again it was almost unintelligible.

"Oh I'm not going to hurt you... as long as you don't fight me." I said and cupped her breasts again. I spun her around and then hefted her over my shoulder. She kicked her legs a little as I carried her to her own trunk. One shoe flicked off and to keep things even I reached with my other hand and removed the other shoe. I held it to my nose and inhaled it's sweet fragrance then tossed the shoe aside.

Once I was at the trunk I set her down in it. She was on her back looking up and me and I reached down and stroked her breasts again. Then I flipped her over titties down. I grabbed her silky ankles and pulled them up. She didn't resist me as I used the other length of rope to bind her ankles together. Once they were tied I half flipped her again so she was on her side. She looked up at me, clearly angry. "Sit tight." I said and slammed the trunk shut. I could hear her muffled cries for help as I walked around and got into the driver's seat of her car. 

I took a moment to look through her purse and found her driver's license and her cell phone. Her license was out of state but the plates on the car were not. Puzzled I pulled open the glove box and found the registration. I noted the address and realized that the owner of the car was practically my neighbor. Tied up in the trunk was "Brandee". The car's owner was registered as "Natasha". The last names were the same however. 

As I started her car I yelled over my shoulder toward the trunk, "How dare you wreck your sister's car!" I laughed as I heard her yell though the gag. On the way I found an entry for "Tasha" in her cellphone directory. This was the only name that matched the "Natasha Washington" listed as the owner of the car. I called it and got an answering service after several rings. I called it again with the same result. 

Possibly nobody was home, or just not able to answer the phone. I'd find out soon enough. the gray brick house came up on the right and I pulled into the driveway. Pressing the clicker, The garage door opened. The two car garage was empty. I pulled into the left side and shut off the car and shut the garage door. 

The side door to the garage led into the kitchen. "Hello!?" I shouted. "Anyone home?" There was no reply and as I searched the house I found no one asleep or hiding. The master bedroom had a massive California King size bed with four large posts. I stripped the comforter off and found royal blue satin sheets covering the mattress. I looked through the large dresser. One side was full of ladies panties and other garments. I even found a full drawer of nylons of every description. 

The bras in the dresser would not fit Brandee. Close, but not quite. Clearly these belonged to Natasha. I looked around the house some more and found another bedroom. There was a small dresser but it was full junk. Old magazines, books... until I got to the bottom drawer. 

It was full of bondage gear. Gags, cuffs, hoods and a few other things that surprised me. Clearly this was not the first time someone in this house was tied up. This room looked like it was set up for a guest bedroom. Maybe the guests here suffered the same fate as guests at my house.

I went back out into the garage and opened the trunk. I reached down and took a hand full of hair and coaxed her into a sitting position. With some sharp directions and gestures I got her to her feet, standing precariously in the trunk. I pulled her over my shoulder and once she was clear, shut the trunk. I walked back into the house, shutting the door behind me and carried her into the bedroom.

Flopping her on the bed I moved to the corner of the room and stripped my clothing. She looked around and it seemed she knew where she was. Clearly she recognized the room. She twisted to look at me and then in a panic looked around for a means of escape. 

"Don't get excited. All you can do is roll off the bed and hurt yourself." She twisted to look at me again but she stopped wiggling. Once I was free of clothing I walked over to the guest dresser and pulled the rest of the new tools had found. I brought a whole bundle of things into the master bedroom and dumped them on the edge of the bed. 

I flipped Brandee on her face and straddled her, sitting on her firm silken ass. I untied her arms and positioned them over her head, holding her wrists tightly and leaning on them. I was expecting a struggle but she didn't give me one as I cuffed her wrists with the new tools I had found. Then I secured her bound wrists to one of the large bed posts. With some hefting and tugging I pulled her away from the post so she was stretched out on a diagonal on the bed.

With both hands I groped her silky stems, lightly running my hands over them then grabbing her tightly in the thighs and calves, treating myself to every tactile sensation her nylons could give me. I then started to work on her pantyhose covered crotch. There was no gusset, only sheer fragile nylon. In short order I had torn a hole in the pantyhose and worked it so it opened her groomed pussy to my exploits.

Then I straddled her torso so that my erect penis was between her enormous boobs. I gripped her melons and pressed them together squishing my cock between them. Brandee rolled her eyes and groaned in an annoyed fashion as I titty fucked her. Over and over I slid my dick across her chest, her smooth skin tickled me until I could no longer contain my self. 

I lifted up on my knees and shot my load all over her face. At first she turned to face away but with my left hand I gripped her by the hair and held her head back, using my other hand to aim at her face. When I was spent, I wiped the tip of my penis against her full purple lips, cleaning off the last drop.

I got off her and then started to untie her legs. She relaxed, probably thinking that the ordeal had come to an end. Once her legs were free I hooked my arms under her thighs and lifted her crotch to my mouth. Her cat eyes grew wide as my tongue made contact with her vagina and she threw her head back and screamed when I located her clitoris. 

I worked my lips and tongue over every section of her pussy, eating her out until she finally exploded in a shrieking orgasm. I stopped long enough for both of us to catch our breath and then I attacked her with my tongue again, until she repeated her earlier outburst.

I had caught my second wind by this time and flipped her over. I positioned her so her arms and chest where flat on the bed but her firm ass was up in the air, supported on her knees. I prodded with my penis until it slipped into her wet vagina and I gave her a few slow thrusts. While thrusting I groped her ass and worked a larger hole in her ripped pantyhose. 




Big Game Hunter Vol. 07



Once the hole was large enough to admit entry in to that sweet ass I pulled out slowly and started to press my shaft into her pink sphincter. This was clearly undiscovered country for her and she started to buck and kick, screaming to keep me from getting in there. The fight was fun and quickly I had penetrated her tight ass hole. 

I wrapped my legs around hers, enjoying the silky feel of her nylons. My arms clasped around her body tightly, my hands griping her breasts. I pressed my head next to hers, my nose full of her fragrant silky hair. I was thrust into her deep and like a python I had twisted my limbs around her, anchoring me to her body. Then I started thrusting hard and wild, As if I was trying to drill her through the mattress. The whole bed shook and she screeched like someone falling off a cliff. For the second time, I climaxed and my thrusts slowed until I was spent. I relaxed, lying on top of her firm smooth body. 

Still holding her, I whispered into her ear, "Is your sister going to be home anytime soon?" She held still for a very long time and didn't answer. Again whispering I said, "let me rephrase that. I'm going to leave you cuffed to this bead is someone going to get here in the near future to set you free?"

This time she shook her head and said no, muffled as it was, clear and quickly. "Out of town then?" She nodded in the affirmative. I got off her and walked into the shower, rinsing myself off. I toweled dry and then walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. 

Brandee was on her knees trying to get free, she looked over at me as if she was caught for a moment, then realizing I was ignoring her, she resumed her efforts. I finished getting dressed and walked over to the bed post, untied the cuffs and threw a cuff key on the bed. "See you around. Use your turn signal next time. 

It was a pleasant Sunday walk back to the Tahoe. The whole time I played with the car, and house, keys I still had in my pocket. I almost couldn't wait for round two.



Big Game Hunter Vol. 08



COUGAR FILE #010 - Tabitha Cooper (The Stewardess)

AGE: 30

HAIR:Brunette

EYES: Brown

HEIGHT: 5'7"

WEIGHT: 120lbs

BUST: 36C

WAIST: 26

HIPS: 34

SHOE: 7

MARRIED: No

TAKEN: Once

*

Another chance for my own promotion at work and expansion for my marketing firm came when my boss instructed me to contact a few corporations in the United Kingdom and set up some meetings. After a few weeks of talks a meeting was set up and I was on my way.

I was only scheduled for one meeting and realistically I should only need to go for a few days. But I had convinced my boss that if given a few weeks in the country I could meet with corporations that had initially declined over the phone. I didn't expect to change their minds. What I did want was some time to go on a bit of a safari.

Europe and most notably the U.K. had quite a few industries that maintained classic dress codes. Dress codes that dictated that women wear skirts. And if you wear a skirt, you must wear hosiery. So I made a list of every Uniform I could think of. I was going to see how many checks I could put into this list before I left the country. The challenge would be even grater because I wouldn't have time to hunt these women nor would I have my usual tools such as the Tahoe, or large collection of bondage gear.

Once all my arrangements were made I dove myself to the airport and parked the Tahoe in long term parking lot. I gathered my single bag and made my way to the check in counter. I had to take a flight to New York and then connect to a British Airways flight that would take me to London. 

The domestic flight to New York was short in comparison to the eight hours I would be in the air on my way to London. It also showed the contrast of why I had made my list in the first place. The 737 to New York had 3 flight attendants. One was male. Of the two females, only one wore a skirt and the tights she wore with the skirt were very thick and opaque. To kill any remaining sex appeal to her uniform she wore flats. Although she was no less attractive then women I had abducted in the past, she wasn't going to get any of my attention. 

When I took my seat in first class at the forward compartment of the Boeing 747, the differences were immediately apparent. Every flight attendant on board wore a skirt. Each wore sheer hosiery and none wore heels shorter than three inches. I could barely contain my excitement. Once I was seated one of the stewardess was at my side asking if there was anything she could do for me. 

The lovely lady standing over me wore a white button up blouse with short selves. Her Navy blue skirt clung to her waist and followed her hips down to the middle of her shapely thighs. Thighs covered in nylons of exquisite quality. The woman on the domestic flight was almost the same measurements of this one. I think she even had a prettier face. But I wanted to get my hands on this woman as soon as possible.

Her hosiery was a dark blue matching the skirt and the sheen reflecting from the fine material made her legs look as if a glaze of satin was stretched taut over her legs. My eyes followed her legs down to her shoes. I looked back up to her and she smiled at me. Her slender neck had the British Airways silk kerchief tied around it and it was hanging loosely down to the middle of her bust. Her short brunette hair was curly and her large brown eyes looked directly into mine. 

I thought about answering inappropriately and decided against it. I had eight hours to behave inappropriately and I wanted to find the best time to do it. I told her I was fine for now, but reserved the right to change my mind. She smiled and turned to the forward area of the first class cabin. I watched her legs as she walked, enjoying the way her thigh expanded the vent in her skirt with each step. She pulled aside the curtain and was gone from view.

I looked around to see the other passengers in first class. There were only eight luxury seats in the forward cabin. Most of the seats were taken by men in expensive suits. One seat remained empty and another was taken by a woman. She was attractive but she wore trousers and a frumpy sweater. The flight took off and I settled in to observing my prey.

After the initial take off, two stewardess served us drinks. The other stewardess was dressed exactly the same as the first the only difference being her blonde hair. I enjoyed the view as they moved about the cabin, my seat was second from the back on the port side. During the service there was no time that I wasn't treated to the sight of silken legs.

When the service ended both ladies moved to the business class behind us. Once they had passed through the drawn curtains I got up from my seat and walked to the forward lavatory. I passed through the curtain that separated First Class from the small forward galley and took a look around. There was one seat for a crew member. Several metal cupboards lined the walls. 

I stepped into the lavatory and shut the door. This was not the tiny broom closet you would expect on an aircraft. There was room to stretch. The toilet wasn't touching your leg as you stood in front of the sink. Also the door seemed thicker and studier. Noise from with in would be reduced a great deal. This would be the best place to take the stewardess.

Now that I had decided the best place to rape the stewardess I had also decided the best time. After the plane had landed and the passengers had disembarked. In flight modern air crews are alert to any strange behaviors. Once on the ground when everyone was getting off, their guard would be down. After I had my way with her, there wouldn't be anyone in my way as I disembarked I would have time to leave the airport while she gathered her senses and her clothes.

So with my plan set I just needed to wait. The best way to pass the time would be to sleep. It didn't take me long until I had dozed off. I awoke to a hand on my shoulder and a female voice gently speaking to me. My stewardess was standing over me, her smile still beamed at me. 

"We've landed sir, you may disembark." I thanked her and set about gathering my self to go. Most of the other first class passengers were already gone. The stewardess walked forward and again disappeared behind the curtain. I waited as the remaining passengers left the cabin. Once they were gone I peeked out the curtain leading aft. The plane was empty.

I quickly made my way to the forward area and found that my prey was in the lavatory. I looked around in a few cabinets and found a small lot of the colorful kerchiefs the stewardess wore. I pocketed a hand full and then waited by the door.

She stepped out of the lavatory, the door closing behind her and her back to me. She smoothed her skirt over her thighs and then tucked her blouse to insure it was taught about her frame. She was about to reach up and pull the curtain aside when I snatched her. One hand over her mouth and one arm around her waist I lifted her up and spun her to face the forward bulkhead.

I jammed her against the wall with my body pressing her further into the bulkhead, I snatched the lavatory door open and whisked us both inside before it closed. It had taken me only a few seconds to get her in the lavatory and her screams had been muffled by my hand. With the door closed I used my body to press into hers, trapping her against the door. Her arms flailed, trying to push or grab at me, and her legs kicked, but she had no leverage or position to do anything.

Keeping my body pressed into hers I reached into my pocket and pulled one of the kerchiefs out of my pocket. I also grabbed my cotton handkerchief from my jacket and wadded it up into a ball. While her mouth was uncovered she made a cry for help. As she started to yell I pressed into her hard, forcing the air out of her lungs. Her weakened yell didn't make much noise.

I slapped my hand with the balled cotton handkerchief over her mouth and forced it in. Once her mouth was full I took the colorful kerchief and used it to cleave gag her. This held my handkerchief in place and her cries for help were muted squeaks. 

I set to work on her blouse, stripping the buttons open and pulling it down bringing her arms with it. Once the blouse was off I set to freeing her of her bra. While I was fumbling with the hooks she reached up and tried to undo the knot that gagged her. But before she could make any progress I had the bra undone and the garment was quickly removed.

Before I had fallen asleep I was provided with a complementary sleeping mask. I pulled this from my jacket pocket and slipped it over her head. As soon as it was in place she reached up to tear it off but I wrangled her arms and pulled them up over her head. I crossed her wrists and with one hand pinned them against the door just below a coat hook at the top. 

With my other hand I pulled another red white and blue kerchief from my pocket and started to bind her wrist together and to the coat hanger. Before long her arms where bound over her head. I took a short break to relieve my self of my jacket and to free my penis from the constraints of my pants. The stewardess struggled while I did this but my bounds kept her mute, blind and in place. 

I then reached for the zipper holding her skirt up and zipped it down. The garment slid off her hips with a soft zipping sound as the satin liner rasped against her nylon tights. Under the tights she wore nothing. Unable to help myself I gave her nyloned ass a hard slap. She let out a squeak and squirmed and watching her writhe was a visual treat. 

I squatted down to free the skirt from her legs. When I tossed it aside I caught a glimpse of her blouse and for the first time read the name tag affixed to it. I stood up and as I did I slid my hands up her silky legs, across her thighs and then up her firm torso until I was standing behind her, cupping her round and solid breasts. 

"Hello, Tabitha." I said with my lips pressed into her ear. "We're going to have a bit of fun." Keeping my left hand on her breast and pinching her nipple, I slid my right hand down and inside the waistband of the tights. My hand slid further down until I found her shaved pussy and I started to gently massage her lips. Her nipple in my left hand hardened and she inhaled sharply through her nose.

While I nibbled on her ear and neck my hands fondled her. Tabitha squirmed under my touch but it was clear that slowly she was struggling less and enjoying it more. Soon she was very wet and it was clear that Tabitha needed more than what my fingers could provide. 

I then took her by the hips and flipped her around. The binding on her wrists tightened slightly but allowed the transition easily. Now that she was facing me I stooped so that I could take her lovely breast into my mouth. While my tongue vigorously explored her nipple my hand tore at the panty of her tights. 

He nylons ripped and laddered while I made a hole in the front when the hole was large enough I knelt in front of her and gave her vagina the same treatment I had just been giving her tit. Tabitha's knees buckled and her feet pidgin toed. Her back arched, thrusting her ass against the door and her breasts out. She leaned her head back against the door and squealed into her gag.

While I ate her out my hands explored her legs and the silky glory of her tights. Her calves and shins got the lions share of my attention. After a while I disengaged and slid my hands up her legs. Once my hands reached the back of her thighs it only took a light tug and she read my mind. 

Shifting her weight to the bindings that held her arms up she slid her legs up and around my waist. With a little shifting of position my shaft slid into her wet vagina. She pulled me into her, locking her ankles into the small of my back. With my hands on her waist I started thrusting into her. 

At first I paced myself slowly but then built up the tempo. She increased her grip on me as much to keep me in her as to keep from getting repeatedly slammed against the door. I moved my hands to grip her thighs as I came to my climax. Slowly I decreased my pace until I was just pressed against her.

I pulled away from her and dressed myself. I started to undo the bindings on her wrists and as I did pressed my lips int her ear again.

"Don't leave, or shout. Stay in here until you know for sure I've gone."

She nodded consent. I left her, naked except for her tights, shoes, and the kerchief she wore around her neck. I exited the plane and the stewardess who was standing at the door thanked me for flying. It was the blonde from before.

"No, my dear. Thank you!" 

"We hope to see you soon." 

"I am quite excited to see you again." I told her and took long look at her legs before I finally stepped off the plane.

I gathered my luggage and found my rental car. Once I was seated and ready to leave I pulled out a small list and checked off "Stewardess".



Big Game Hunter Vol. 09



COUGAR FILE #011 - Holly Stephens(The Maid)
AGE: 26
HAIR: Honey Blonde
EYES: Brown
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 135lbs
BUST: 32B
WAIST: 23
HIPS: 35
SHOE: 6
MARRIED: No
TAKEN: Once

COUGAR FILE #012 - Bianca Watkins (The Lady Supervisor.)
AGE: 38
HAIR: Platinum Blonde
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 155 LBS
BUST: 36D
WAIST: 28
HIPS: 36
SHOE: 8
MARRIED: Divorced
TAKEN: Once


The hotel I was staying at was cheap but clean and comfortable. The first few days in London I had spent getting to know the area. I made contact with my potential clients and they set up a meeting at the Langham hotel. When I met them on the pristine white floors I was shocked at the opulence of a true 5 star hotel. The clients had apologized that they couldn't meet at their office but I told them I didn't mind. We sat and chatted in the foyer and a waiter brought us drinks. 

While we discussed business I saw several of the housekeeping staff moving about. This place knew how to dress a maid. They wore a framed collar short sleeved black dress with a white apron and trim. They all work black court shoes, none of them more than two inches, but they also wore sheer black nylons. The lighting in the large foyer was bright and nylons had a very glossy look to them.

While my potential clients and I discussed terms I was constantly distracted by the wait staff as they walked in between the tall marble pillars of the foyer. I wanted to secure these men as my clients but I also wanted to hurry so I could get a closer look at the housekeeping staff. Preferably alone. I had brought a briefcase but the contents were not for these men.

After an hour of talking I shook hands and the smile on my face was genuine. Not because I had made the deal but because now these guys would be out of my hair and I could track one of these maids down and see what was under the uniform.

I took the stairs to the second floor and spotted one of the large carts of sheets and cleaning gear parked near an open room. Walking up to the open door I looked around and quietly slipped in. I found the maid changing the sheets on one of the beds. She hadn't heard me yet so I quietly shut the door and threw the locks. 

With her escape route blocked I turned to admire the view. She was medium height with blonde hair that was long but pulled back into a pony tail. The housekeeping uniform was taut on her slender frame. I looked at her legs, which only were visible from the calf down, but the sheer black hosiery was easy to see. I cleared my throat and she spun with a gasp, her pony tail whipping around behind her.

"Oh, excuse me, Sir. I didn't hear you come in." Clearly flustered she turned back to the bed and hastily finished with the sheets. "Is there anything that I can get you?" I had seen her in the lobby earlier and had noticed her name tag.

"Yes Holly, there is." I said and walked closer to her. I started looking for the zipper that would take that uniform off. "I would like some more towels and is there anyway I can get today's newspaper?" I set my suitcase on the bed and flipped the latches. Inside was close to one thousand quid of bondage gear I had picked up at an adult store the day before.

"Anything else, Sir?"

"Yes, hop up on the bed there."

"Pardon, Sir?"

"I said get up on the bed. Get on your hands and knees and either hike that dress up over your pretty ass or take it off."

She looked at me shocked for a moment and then bowed her head and started to quickly walk out. I ran over and snagged her by the arm and swung her onto the bed extracting a startled shout from her. I was up on the bed after her immediately. Man handling her onto her back I opened the button at the top of her collar, found the hidden zipper and stripped it down.

"Sir! Please let me go!" I unzipped the uniform down to her waist. As her uniform parted and revealed her soft white skin and a black bra. "I have many other rooms to clean!" She squirmed but her resistance was ineffective. The zipper stopped at the waistline and I peeled the uniform off her, pulling one arm and then the other out of the sleeves.

She tried to keep her clothes on, grabbing my wrist or pulling on my arm. She wasn't forceful and neither was I. Clearly she did not consent to being stripped of her clothing but her physical resistance was weak and subdued. I was gentle as I removed her clothes, occasionally I had to be firm but there wasn't a need to rush or strike her.

With the uniform off I flipped her on to her belly and wrangled her arms to the small of her back. From my open briefcase I pulled a length of nylon rope and started binding her wrists and forearms. "Please!" She screeched at me as I worked on the knot. "I will be sacked if I don't complete my duties!" Clearly she was afraid but it seemed she wasn't afraid of me. When her arms were bound I knocked off her court shoes and then took a moment to grope her silky legs.

Her stockings turned out to be thigh high hold ups. Wide lacy welts clung to her upper thighs only leaving a few inches of bare skin at the top of her legs. The jet Black nylons contrasted sharply with her white knickers. They had a glossy sheen and the thick welts at the top that clung to her legs had an ornate pattern sewn into them. Taking one of her ankles I looked closer and saw that they had a slightly darker reinforced area on the heel and toes. 

My brief indulgence over, I got up and started to remove my own clothing. Holly half rolled to look at me, she started to say something then stopped when she realized I was taking my clothes off. It seemed to occur to her for the fist time what I had in mind.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I ignored her and ogled her body while I undressed. Her black bra was semi sheer with a lace pattern swirling around the bust. Her small breasts looked cute in her bra and I could see her nipples through the material. They were hard, either with excitement or cold. Her panties were white and also sheer. A small opaque panel covered her vagina but the rest was almost transparent nylon. Even though the panties covered her ass there was much to see. 

While I undressed she balled up pulling her legs under her and tilted her head upright to look at me. Stripped of my own clothing I reached out and grabbed Holly's ankles pulling her toward me, I snatched her white panties and pulled them off her. I pulled her by the legs until her vagina was near the edge I knelt and buried my face into her vagina.

"OH MY GOD!" Holly yelled. Holly wrapped her legs around my head, locking me in as my tongue found her clitoris. I reached up and took both of her perky breasts in my hands. Holly arched her back and writhed, squealing and moaning under my pressure on her clitoris. The tempo of Holly's moans increased and her legs kicked around my head.

Finally I pulled Holly's legs off me and stood up. I pulled her off the bed and onto the floor. I helped her too her knees and then I helped her put my dick in her mouth. Holly didn't balk and took my cock in eagerly. Stephanie was going to get a run for her money this time. Holly worked on my shaft with her tongue until I was almost blind with ecstasy. When I thought I was going to blow my top I pulled out of her mouth.

Again I man handled her and got her back onto the bed. I got her on her back and with me standing at the end of the bed, I entered her wet pussy. I slid in deep and it only took a few thrusts until my cock was slippery with her juices. I thrust into her over and over, her legs locked around me as much in self defense as to improve the connection. 

Holly screeched out in an orgasm and I went with her. Spent, I collapsed on top of her and we both gasped for breath. Slowly I caught my breath and figured that I may as well build up for round two. I pulled down hard on her pony tail forcing her head back and exposing her long slender neck. I started kissing her neck while I fondled her firm nipple through the bra, my nostrils pressing into her fragrant skin. She wiggled under me in a weak attempt to get away.

"Sir, I'm asking that you get off me and let me go! You've had your fun!"

"I'm sorry but I still need room service. A lot of service."

"But if I'm not done on schedule-"

"Sweetheart, right now the only thing on the schedule is me fucking your silly brains out."

"But I don't have any more time! They run a very strict schedule."

"Clearly."

"Not only will they sack me but I wont be able to find work at another hotel! No one will hire a maid that got sacked by the Langham!"

"Who is your boss?"

"Um.. Bianca."

"Get her on the phone." I got off her and rolled to the phone on the nightstand near the bed.

"What?" She looked shocked. I grabbed her by the arm and yanked her toward me. Holly slid easily on the sheets and I pulled her across my lap. I picked up the receiver and put the phone on speaker.

"What's the number?"

Holly was over my lap with her legs crossed at the ankles and bent at the knees. The heel of her left foot was pressing into my left shoulder, and If it wasn't she would have slid all the way off my lap and on to the floor. Holly twisted awkwardly to face me.

"What?" She asked, startled. I slapped Holly hard on the ass and she let out a startled "Ouch!"

"Call Bianca and tell her to come up here. What is her number" I slapped her ass again, and again she squeaked.

"I can't do that!" I slapped her ass again, her butt cheek was turning a nice pink color through the sheer knickers.

"Why not?" I slapped her on the other cheek hard and left a nice hand print.

"You don't call her!" Again I slapped her.

"You do this time!"

"But-" I slapped her ass again, very hard. "Okay! Okay!"

She told me a few numbers and we waited as the line rang. I rubbed her ass with my right hand in firm circles preparing for another strike. With my left hand I groped her silky nylon covered thigh. Three rings. I slid my hand up and gripped her ankle pulling it forward so I could caress the top of her foot with my lips. Six rings. 

"I don't think she's going to answer." Just as Holly said it the line clicked and a female voice answered, "Hello, this is Bianca, how may I help you?" The voice was sweet and inviting.

"Bianca? It's Holly. I er..." That was as far as she got when Bianca cut her off. 

"Why the fuck are you calling me!?" Now the voice sounded like an evil witch that was going to turn us all into toads.

"I need you to come upstairs, please."

"What?!" She sounded like royalty that had been asked to kiss a commoners feet.

"Hello?" I said "Is this Bianca?"

"Yes, who is this?" The sweet inviting voice was back.

"This maid of yours was rifling through my things when I got back to my room." I slapped my hand over Holly's mouth before she could protest. "I demand that you come up here right now!"

"Sir, if you would-"

"If you don't get up here right now I'll call the police!"

"Yes, sir. Please be patient. I'm on my way."

Often if you threaten to call the police first, you take away their best threat. At this point I was hoping Bianca was more interested in pleasing a customer than calling the police. I left the phone off the hook so no calls would be coming in and happily went back to fondling and kissing Holly's legs and feet.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm going waiting for Bianca."

"What are you going to do when she gets here."

"I will probably strip her down and fuck her."

"So, you're done with me?"

I laughed and patted her ass. I stood up and Holly slid to the floor with a thud. I reached into my briefcase and pulled out a gag and another line of silk rope. Holly was about to protest about being dumped onto the floor when I stuffed the gag into her mouth. Once it was secure I pulled her legs together and started to bind them just below the knees. After a few moments I the knot was secure and I walked over to the door to wait for Bianca.

It was a short wait. A woman's voice called from the hallway and a light knock rapped on the door. The door was pushed open and I saw a wrist so I snatched it and yanked her in the room. A woman stumbled past me and I slammed the door behind her, throwing the locks.

While Bianca turned to look at me shocked and angry I took a long look at her. I had seen her downstairs but I would have never guessed she was a part of the hotel staff. She was tall and her platinum blonde hair was arranged in a french twist with a few loose curls that framed her face. She wore a red suit jacket and skirt. Under the coat was something gold, satin, and taut over her ample cleavage. 

She wore glasses and while her steel blue eyes burned into me I ogled her legs. Matching her skin tone the glossy sheen of her nylons almost glowed in the room. They looked stunning down stairs and the effect was beautiful up close. Down stairs I thought that she wore black pumps but now that I could see clearly I noticed that they had an open toe. Black silky reinforced nylon stretched over her toes.

My eyes followed her legs back up to her wide hips, slender waist, and I stopped for a moment to look at her breasts. She also wore a black choker around her neck then I looked into her eyes again.

"What is the meaning of this?" She demanded, now adverting her eyes from my naked body. 

Well, no time like the present I thought to myself. I advanced on Bianca quickly and again snatched her wrist, spinning her around. Wrapping my arms around her found the lapels of her jacket and stripped it off her. The gold thing under the jacket turned out to be a satin slip with spaghetti straps that ran over her shoulders. 

"What are you doing!" Bianca Screamed.

Clearly, she was not wearing a bra. The jacket and the buttons hit the floor and I found the zipper of her skirt, yanking it down. The skirt slipped off the satin undergarment and pooled at her feet. I grabbed her around the waist and heaved her onto the bed. 

Bianca flopped onto the bed and the golden slip rode up enough for me to see the black garter belt that held her luxurious stockings in place. One of her shoes had come off and I could see the black reinforced area of the stocking that covered her toes, wrapped under her foot and then closed around her heel. 

I jumped on top of her as she tried to roll off and pinned her face down on the bed. My open briefcase was still in reach and I snagged a gag from it. She put up a good fight while I tried to get it into her mouth, after a few moments of struggle the gag was secure. Bianca yelled through the gag but it mitigated any noise that would be heard out side the room.

I pulled a pair of leather wrist cuffs from my brief case and struggled to get one wrist locked in. When her left wrist was secure I used both hands to force her arm out and I hooked the cuffs around the large post at the head of the bed. Holding the cuffs with one hand I found her right wrist and pulled it to the cuffs. Now She was cuffed to the bed with her arms stretched over her head. 

I got off Bianca, took two full handfuls of the golden slip, and pulled down hard. There was a tearing noise and the garment held for a moment. Bianca let out a squeal of pain, and then with a snap, the straps broke and the slip came off. All that was left was a black garter belt and and a black thong. 

I took a moment to grope Bianca's legs. I made a mental note to figure out what brand of stockings they were. They were soft, silky and extremely stimulating. Bianca tried to look over her shoulders as I groped her legs. She was trying to tell me something through the gag but since it was in a wicked witch voice, I didn't think it mattered what she said.

I grabbed Bianca by the ankles and stretched her out. Bianca struggled a little so I slapped her on the ass hard. "Don't wiggle." She give a light kick in defiance of my order so I slapped her again, hard on the ass. "Don't make me angry.' I warned. Bianca settled down but tried to look over her shoulder to see what I was up to. 

My shaft was starting to stiffen again and with Bianca's stocking clad feet near it hardened quicker. Bringing her feet up and closer to my cock I rested it on the soles of her feet. Probing the super silky reinforced stockings with my penis caused a surge of blood to complete the erection. Bianca pointed her toes, lifting my cock and lightly scratching my dick with her nylon buffered toenails. 

With the stimulation of Bianca's stockinged feet and her subtle encouragement I was ready for round two. I took Bianca by the waist and found her vagina under the thong. With my fingers as a guide and sliding the thong out of the way, I pressed the head of my shaft into her. It took a few slow thrusts into Bianca to get things right and then I started to steadily pump myself into her. Bianca screamed into the gag. Her yells slowly moved from cries of pain and anger to moans of pleasure. 

I could hear Holly flopping on the floor and yelling through her gag while I drove myself into Bianca. Thrusting cock deep into her I reached around and gripped Bianca's huge firm breasts in my hands. After a minute or two I pulled out of Bianca and flipped her over. Kneeling close I shoved my cock into her pussy again, then bent forward to cover her left breast with my mouth. 

Slowly thrusting into her I pinched her right nipple with one hand while I sucked on the other. My free hand slid up and down Bianca's silky thigh. Bianca writhed under me. She was fighting to get get free but her moans sounded like she enjoyed it.

Nearing my second climax I pulled out of her pussy and flipped her back over. She eagerly got onto her knees but the eagerness stopped when I started to push into her ass. Bianca bucked trying to get me off but I wrapped my arms tightly around her torso pressing her large breasts into my hands. I gently bit down on her neck and started to give her a mark she would have to cover for a week. 

I thrust deeply into her ass and then started thrusting, causing her body to shudder and the bed to shake. I pounded into her harder and harder until finally I reached my second peak. I slowed my pace until I came to a stop, still sucking on her neck and heaving for breath through my nose. 

Spent and satisfied I got up and walked into the shower. After a quick rinse I dried off and dressed myself. Both women struggled with their binds, unable to get free. I picked up the phone and reset the line, then called the front desk. "Hello, I really need some fresh sheets in here. Also, have room service bring me a bottle of your best wine. Thank you." I hung up the phone.

"Have A nice day Ladies." I said, gathering my briefcase and what was left in it. I left the room and made my way downstairs. Once I was on the bus back to my own hotel I pulled out my list. Clearly I could check off "Maid" but I was stumped on what I should call Bianca. Then with a smile I checked off "Supervisor."



Big Game Hunter Vol. 10



The black pantyhose in jeans, corset, and wax play were all requested by someone calling herself "Stacy"

Stacy, if you like it let me know :)

COUGAR FILE #012 Stacy Hillside
AGE: 25
HAIR: Brunette
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 125lbs
BUST: 36D
WAIST: 24
HIPS: 36
SHOE: 6
MARRIED: No
TAKEN: Once


Since I had left the majority of my bondage gear in the hotel, with the hotel staff still wearing them, I felt I should restock. I also decided that I was going to keep this gear for as long as possible. It was going to be very expensive if I left it on the ladies every time I was done with them. A short walk from my hotel was a string of shops. Among them on a corner was an Anne Summers adult store. 

The first thing I noticed when I walked in was a young woman leaning on the counter. She wore a black corset that cupped her lovely breasts nicely and left her smooth fair shoulders bare. A pair of blue jeans hugged her hips and thighs but flared out at the bottom. Just peeking out from the cuffs were the tips of her platform shoes. A small peep toe showed me her toenails covered in sheer black nylon. The jeans had holes and split openings up and down her legs. 

Each opening revealed the black tights under those jeans. Probably the silky nylon was the only way she could slide the jeans on. With the platform heels she was almost eye level with me. Her brown hair was done up in a hasty twist and held in place with a pair of decorative chopsticks. If removed I suspected her hair would drop to the small of her back. She gave me a wink and stood up straight from the counter.

I had spent so much time ogling her that I almost didn't notice the large, tattooed man behind the register. He was keeping a watchful gaze on me but he's body language was laid back and bored. Clearly he served as bouncer as much as cashier. 

"Hello, Love. My name is Stacy, is there anything I can help you with." Said the girl. Her red lips spread into a smile and I caught sight of a silver stud in her tongue.

"Yes, actually, I'm looking for some bondage gear." She gave me a wicked smile and turned, walking to the back of the shop. 

"This way, please."

I followed Stacy and as I did I enjoyed the view from behind. Her lovely hips and ass swayed with each step. There were rips in the jeans strategically placed just below each ass cheek. The effect was as each step was taken, a large section of sheer nylon covered buttock was open to view.

We reached a wall of items all designed to restrain and bind. She went into an explanation of a few of them but I was paying no attention. Instead I was looking closely at her breasts as they rested in the cups of the corset. It would only take the slightest nudge to have her nipples pop into view. I was so intent at ogling her that she had to repeat the question she asked me. 

"Would you like to try it?" I blinked and stared into her brown eyes for a moment.

"I beg your pardon?" 

"Here look it's easy." Stacy handed me a long gray bit of cloth that was about six inches wide. It looked like a very long scarf. She held her bare arms out, wrists together palms up. Clearly she was waiting for me to bind her. All too pleased to comply, I quickly started to wrap the cloth around her wrists. 

"Wrap it all the way up my arms, to my elbows" She instructed, smiling. "Yes that's it." When I got to the top I hesitated, trying to think of the best way to secure the end. "This magical material sticks to itself for a soft, but very firm, restraint. Perfect for restraining wrists and ankles!" She told me as I folded the last bit over the end. Just as she said the restraint held in place. 

With Stacy's arms wrapped closely together in front of her, it caused her breasts to be further pressed together. For a moment I thought they would pop out of her corset. She writhed in front of me pouting on a mock struggle. "What do you think?" She asked. I looked her over again, and my cock began to stiffen in my pants. If she didn't have that brute behind the counter I'd take her right here. 

"I'll take four." I said, ogling her. 

"Excellent." 

Stacy offered me her arms to be undone. I unraveled her arms and she took the wrap from me and pulled down three others of the same kind, walked them over to a near by case and gently set them there. She walked back over to the display. "What else can I interest you in?" She asked coyly.

I looked down at her feet and said, "I need something that I can slap on a pair of ankles." 

"Certainly!" Stacy reached up and pulled a pair of ankle restraints down. They were made of leather and had a clever snapping device. She showed me how they would clasp and fasten then offered them to me. "Why don't you try them."

"Will you slip out of those jeans?"

"Naughty boy." she said shaking her finger. "Here, let me roll these up."

Stacy turned her back to me and looking over her shoulder bent forward at the waist, keeping her legs straight. She reached down and started to roll her cuffs up exposing her slender ankles. The platform heels had a single strap that looped around her ankles. While she bent forward her firm ass was inches from my now bulging crotch. The lustrous black pantyhose glimmered out from the holes and tears of her jeans and my pants almost developed a tear of their own!

Once both pant legs were rolled up she stood and put her hands on her hips. Lifting a shoulder and looking over it with a pouty expression she asked "will that do?"

"Feet together." I instructed.

"Yes, Sir!" Stacy said and her heels clicked as they met. 

I took a knee and slowly fastened one ankle. I took my time and shamelessly fingered her ankle in it's silky nylon. Once the clasp was set I started on the other ankle. She shifted her weight a few times, but keep her feet together. Once both ankles were secure I slid my hands over the tops of her silky feet and then fingered her nylon toes, delighting in the seam that closed the hosiery at the foot.

"Yes, I think I'll need a few sets of these." I said. 

"A fine choice sir. Could you undo them please?" She asked sweetly. "You've left me in a bind." 

Stacy giggled at her own joke while I removed the leg restraints. Once she was free she took them from me and placed them next to the wraps then pulled two more off the shelf and added them to my lot. I asked about several different items: hand cuffs, blindfolds, and gags. All of which she was happy to take down and demonstrate for me. 

It became apparent how business was done here. What ever the customer wanted was demonstrated on Stacy. After such a demonstration, with such a cock tease, one just had to buy the product! I was going to buy several products alright, and not just the items on the wall.

The case had accumulated quite a few things after half an hour of demonstration. The Stacy went into the back to fetch a duffel bag for me to keep them in. While she was gone I walked over to the brute behind the counter. He looked at me with a blank face. "Good morning." I said. Again he nodded in a friendly manner. "Look, I'm about to purchase almost one thousand quid worth of product from your store. I'll give you another thousand if you will close your store early and call it a day."

The man looked at me hard for a moment, then said. "Cash?" I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of cash I had on me. I counted out two thousand pounds and put it on the desk in front of him. He looked at it then looked back at me. "Sir, are you suggesting that I leave you alone with my employee, and my store, for a only few thousand quid?"

"Ah, forgive me sir." I counted out another thousand and put it on the desk. "I'm suggesting you let me have my way with her for three."

"I'm not sure I can do that." He said. 

I counted out the rest of the money in my hand which totaled four thousand pounds.

So much for saving money.

After a brief hesitation he scooped it up. "I think it's time for a few pints at the pub across the street." He said gruffly re-staking the bills and slipping them into a pocket. "It's me favorite spot. Has a nice patio from which I can keep an eye on the front door." He gave me a warning look. "Be sure you come out the front when you're finished. And only take with you what you can fit in the bag." 

"Absolutely." I said with a grin. He walked out the front door and locked it behind him. He was half way across the street when Stacy came back out with a black duffel bag with a store logo on it. I walked back to her and watched her fill the bag with the items I had selected. 

"Will this be all then?" Stacy asked.

"Are you able to fit into that duffel bag?" I asked

"Don't be silly!" She giggled.

"I'm serious." I said.

"I'm not that much of a contortionist." 

"Too bad."

I looked around and saw the perfect place to fuck her. "What's that over there?" I said, pointing at what had caught my eye. It looked like a large round leather ottoman. It was about four feet in diameter and had an over sized plush leather tufted cushion. The sides had silver rings spaced evenly around it along with restraining straps. 

"That's the Love Ottoman." She said and walked over to it.

Once there, she turned to face me and sat down, crossing her legs. She put her hands on it slowly sliding her hands over the black leather as if she were groping it. "This," she said "holds your lady in place while you do what ever you like to her." I walked over and took her wrist and walked around to the other side of it. She let me have her wrist but she started shaking her head.

"I'm afraid I can't display this one sir." I grabbed her other wrist and pulled it back. She fell backwards, legs still crossed. Her head was at the edge of the ottoman and she looked up at me, the smile was gone and she looked annoyed. "Okay, let go of me." When I didn't comply she called out louder, "Mike?"

Mike must be the name of the cashier because she looked over to find him away from his post. "Mike?" She said again louder. Moving quickly, while she still felt she had a bodyguard, I pulled her wrists over the edge of the ottoman. I started to lock her wrists into the straps and she began her struggle. Leverage was already on my side and she couldn't get free. 

"MIKE!" She yelled. "Mike get this ass hole off me!"

Her wrists were now bound in place. Her arms were stretched over her head but then angled back to the base of the ottoman. This caused an awkward position for her. Stacy was unable to escape, but she could be bound like this for hours without too much discomfort. 

Moving around to her legs I bend over her and started to undo the button on her jeans. She tried to kick at me so I gave her a sharp slap across the face. Stunned she looked blankly at me and stopped moving. "Mike is across the street. He said he was going to have a few drinks." I unzipped her jeans and started to pull them off.

"MIKE!" She screamed, almost hysterical. I got up and pulled a new gag off the wall. Stuffing it in her mouth I fastened it tightly and then went back to getting her jeans off. She squealed through the gag but the noise was mitigated. I got the jeans off and was pleased to find that she wore nothing under her pantyhose. 

The hosiery was of high quality. No gusset or seam in the center, just a gossamer black sheen covering her from the waist to her toes. Her right thigh had a large tattoo of a butterfly. The Purple and black wings looked wet under the nylons. Her pussy was shaved bare and a silver piercing hung just below her clit. I reached under her and unzipped the corset pulling it off her. Her breasts, now bare, rested in a way that suggested they were all natural. 

I stood up and tossed her corset aside, then stripped my own clothing. She continued to yell and struggled to get her wrists free until my cock sprang out. She paused and stared at it for a moment wild eyed and then resumed her struggles. 

Once I was free of my clothes I climbed on top of the ottoman, wrapping her silken legs around me. My penis lay flat atop her vagina and I could feel her piercing press into my shaft. With subtle hip movements I slid my dick side to side over her, aroused from the texture of her nylons and the bump of her piercing. 

I took her breasts in my hands, kneading them gently and pinching her nipples. They grew stiff in my fingers. Her legs kicked and writhed around me but the only effect was more stimulation as her nylon thighs and calves slid along my flanks.

"To start with I think we should oil you up a bit." I got off her and walked to a display stand of body oils and lotions. Selecting one I walked back over to her and popped it open. pouring it in the valley between her breasts, I resumed my previous position and then proceeded to rub the oil over her breast, tummy and chest. Soon her entire torso was slick with body oil. 

I bent low to lick her breast and tongue her nipple. She threw her head back in a squeal and her legs wrapped around me. She tried to squeeze me with her thighs in a vain effort to pull me off. Slowly I worked my way to her other breast and gave it the same treatment and again she squealed. It was clear that this was an extreme erogenous zone for her and she blushed with embarrassment. 

"Oh, you like this don't you, honey?" I said rising from her chest. She looked up at me angrily and I pinched each nipple hard between my fingers. She howled behind the gag, legs kicking. "Are those candles over there?" I asked mockingly. "Could I get a demonstration?" She looked at the candles and then back to me, shaking her head no. I got up, despite her attempt to hold me down with her legs, and walked over to them. I found a nearby lighter and lit the candle.

It took only a few seconds for the wax to pool in the center. "Oh look," I said and walked over to her. "The candle is shaped with a tiny spout so you can pour the wax out. I wonder why." I tipped the candle and let a short stream of hot wax splatter onto her breasts and nipples. She writhed and screamed as the wax solidified again. "Oh that's why." I said thoughtfully. 

I cleared the still hot but now solid wax off her and licked the area that had been in. "Now," I said holding the candle over her "Earlier I noticed that you had a tongue stud. I would like a full demonstration of that stud on my shaft." She shook her head slightly and I poured wax onto her chest again. She again squealed and once the wax was solid I peeled it off and licked her clean. "Are you sure?" I asked again. "I've never had such a pleasure."

She hesitated looking at the candle and then back at me, then gave a tiny nod. "Oh excellent!" I said and blew the candle out. Setting it down I walked over and grabbed a set of fuzzy hand cuffs then returned to her side. I held them up so she could see them. "I'll need to see these on you too."

I reached down and undid her wrists, keeping a hold of her I rolled her over and then cuffed her with her arms behind her. I helped her into a kneeling position and stood in front of her. I removed the gag and she had a brief moment to work sore jaw muscles before I shoved my cock into her mouth. She gaged for only a moment and then seemed to take me in just fine. Her tongue worked on the base of my shaft, the stud making contact in all the right places. 

I decided that Stephanie was going to have to get a tongue piercing as soon as I got home. I yanked the chopsticks out of her hair and took handfuls of her locks and braced as she sucked me off. The stud accelerated my climax and it came quite earlier than I expected. Stacy took my load and swallowed it clearly. She sucked me for a few more moments while my sudden orgasm faded. 

I pulled out of her mouth and she licked her lips. She looked like she was about to say something but, pulling her hair and lifting by an arm, I tossed her back onto the ottoman. I knelt and got one leg over my shoulder. With a free hand I tore at her pantyhose until they split and ripped open at the crotch. Then with both legs over my shoulder I buried my face into her pussy.

Stacy squealed, and without the gag I was sure Mike heard her. My teeth found the small ring under her clit and I bit it, gently pulling on it in short pulses. I slide my hands over her slick breasts and pinched her nipples. Stacy writhed under me squealing and clenching her teeth. 

I covered her soft mound with my mouth and with my tongue flicked the small ring up and over her clit. Sucking on her, the vacuum drew her clit through the ring and my tongue worked over it in swaths and circles. "OH MY GOD!" Stacy yelled and her legs wrapped around my head pulling my face into her. I worked on Stacy for what seemed an eternity when finally she exploded in orgasm. 

Disengaging from her I rolled her over and lifting her leg I positioned my self behind her. My shaft was hard and ready for a second round. I plunged my dick into her wet vagina and with a fist full of her hair and the other groping her breasts I started thrusting. 

My loins slapped into her ass over and over causing a rhythmic echo in the shop. Stacy was mostly out of breath and gave out only short gasps and squeaks as I thrust into her. I slid my hand from her breast down to her pussy and found her clit, vigorously rubbing it, bathing it in oil. Stacy squealed loudly with this new treatment and I thrusted faster. 

Soon her slick pussy along with her silken legs sliding against mine were more than I could stand and I reached a second climax. I slowed my thrusts until I was completely spent and then I pulled out, letting her collapse onto the ottoman. I got up, still breathing hard and selected a few more things from off the racks and shelves and absently tossed them into the duffel bag. 

Stacy slid to her knees and was still breathing hard. Her dark hair fell down around her face, partially obscuring it. "Get these cuffs off me." She said between breaths. I ignored her and tossed a few more items into the bag. "Hey, jerk!" she yelled at me, "Get me out of these damn things!" Quickly I walked over to her and took her by the hair. Again I stretched her over the ottoman and then knelt at her legs.

"God damnit! Get offfffEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Stacy finished in a high pitched squeal as I found her clitoris with my tongue. Writhing, kicking and squealing Stacy tried to get away from me. I sucked and licked her until I once again had a rock hard erection. When I did I got up and pressed my shaft into her pussy. Her sliken legs wrapped around me again, and slowly I thrust into her. 

"Still want out of those cuffs?" I asked as I pumped into her.

"Shut up and fuck me."

A half an hour later I walked out the front door of the shop. I could see Mike sitting across the street on the patio of the pup. I gave him a mock salute and he lifted his glass to me. I lugged my now full duffel bag to a near by bus stop. It wasn't a long walk to my hotel but The bag was quite heavy and I didn't want to carry it that far. 

It wasn't long before a bus came and I got in and took the first open seat. To my surprise and pleasure an attractive woman was in the window seat. Her blonde hair was kept short and her slender neck had a small string of pearls around it. Her blue sweater covered her arms but couldn't hide the bulge of her breasts. She wore a long gray skirt that draped over her legs. I could only see a little of her shin and her 3 inch heels with an open toe, but that was enough to see she wore nylons.

"Hello." She said. It was not so much a greeting as a request for me to take my eyes of her foot. I looked up and she gave me a pert smile.

"You have very nice legs." I told her. She blushed. "My name is Aaron."

"I'm Julieanne." she said.

As the bus pulled away from the stop I started thinking of ways to use the things in my duffel bag on Julieanne.



Big Game Hunter Vol. 11



Request by a reader named Julieanne who says she wears long skirts and tights and wanted to see what would happen if she ran into the Big Game Hunter.

COUGAR FILE #014 Julieanne Colton

AGE: 32

HAIR: Strawberry Blonde

EYES: Blue

HEIGHT: 5'6"

WEIGHT: 125lbs

BUST: 38D

WAIST: 22

HIPS: 34

SHOE: 6

MARRIED: Yes

TAKEN: Twice

"Riding the bus far?" I asked Julieanne as I looked around the at the seats nearest us. We sat almost all the way to the back with only two rows of seats between us and the back bench. All of the seats were full and looking around I saw mostly women. All of the passengers looked either elderly or in their late teens. The sort of people you expect not to be driving. 

"Just on my way home." She said with a pert smile. Julieanne continued to look out the window while I started to look at her. I put my arm across the back of Julieanne's seat and shifted myself to face her. Her strawberry blonde hair was styled with soft curls that spilled just over her shoulders. A string of large pearls draped around her neck dipping into the V shape of her sweater. The baby blue cashmere clung to her torso and formed around her breasts leaving little to wonder about the size of her jugs. 

The bus stopped and several people got off. Julieanne either didn't notice, or chose not to notice that I had my arm around behind her. I reached out and touched her pearls with my right hand, fingers dangling closely to her breasts. I eyed the deep cleavage only millimeters from my touch. "Oh, um..." Julieanne said, clearly uncomfortable with my invasion of her personal space. "We mustn't touch." She said and calmly putting a hand on my wrist, pushing to make some space.

The sweater was pulled over her grey satin skirt. Long and shimmering, the skirt's bias cut flared out above her shin and ankle allowing me to see the honey toned nylons stretched over her legs. Her tan colored pumps had a small satin bow knot atop the peep-toe. The small window in the shoe displayed the gossamer fabric casting a glazed web over her manicured toenails.

The bus stopped again and yet more people got off. Clearly we were reaching the end of it's route.

The bus jerked away and I allowed my right hand to fall onto her left thigh. I closed my fingers around her crossed leg feeling its toned muscle and gathering her skirt in my hand, revealing more of her silky shin. "Ahh, could you- oooh!" Julieanne put both hands on my wrist and gently, but firmly tried to push her skirt back down. I slowly let go of her skirt and was content to slide my hand down her leg to her shin, fingering the soft nylons until she moved my arm back into my lap, patting it gently.

Another stop and nearly all of the remaining passengers got off. An older gentlemen got on the bus but he sat well forward of us. Aside from the bus driver's mirror there was no one looking directly at us. I decided to focus my gaze at her face to see how long before she grew uncomfortable and started talking to me. The wait wasn't long.

"So, um. Are you on holiday then?" She asked with a tentative voice.

"You could say that." I said, now looking at her hands perched on her lap. She wore a large engagement ring and wedding band. It would be impossible to miss, but easy to ignore. I looked over her legs draped in that fantastic skirt. The smooth contour of the satin would have betrayed garters and I didn't suspect thigh highs. Sheer tights left the only reasonable guess as to what lay under her skirt. "More like a Safari."

"Oh. Are you a hunter?"

"You could say that." I reached out again and placed my hand on her skirt at her knee. Startled, Julieanne quickly put her hands on mine again but this time I left my hand where it was, despite her meek efforts to remove it.

"I'm not sure I like a man who kills." She said coolly.

"Oh I never kill. No no. More like catch and release."

"Catch and release? What sort of things do you hunt?"

"Women." I said quietly.

I reached with my left hand, already wrapped around her and touched her shoulder. Lightly I slid my fingers down to her breast until I found the nipple. As soon as I made contact I felt it stiffen under the sweater. Julieanne let out a startled cry but it was drown out as the bus shifted gears. I saw her other nipple harden under the sweater, revealing a tiny peak at the apex of her breast. Even through her clothes the nipples stood out hard and visible. She sat rigid and looked around to see if anyone had noticed her outcry.

"Please take your hands off me." She breathed. I took both hands off her and sat up. Her chest heaved with heavy breathing that she tried to control. Flushed with embarrassment she crossed her legs the other direction causing a small symphony of rustling noises that caused a quickening of my heart beat. I had not let go because she asked me to. I let go because I needed both hands.

I reached down into my duffel bag and rummaged around in it for a bit. I pulled out a small pink device that I slipped over my finger. Julieanne looked over at it and cocked an eyebrow. With the press of a button it started a pulsing vibration. Both of Julieanne's eyebrows shot up and she stuttered with "Um... Er." My left arm wrapped around her again, hand cupping her left breast. "ooh!" My right hand gripped her at the shin. "Ahh!"

"Aaron, please!" she begged. 

"Please what? Vibrate your pussy? Gladly."

Gently I pulled on her leg, uncrossing it, I then slid my hand up and under her skirt. My fingers explored her inner thigh as I pressed further up her leg. "Eek!" she squealed and her legs closed together, sandwiching my hand between her nylon legs. Her whole lap started to pulse with vibrations as it clamped on my hand. "Mmm!" She said with surprise and bit her lip to hold back her yelp. She opened her legs and with my hand free I forced it up until I made contact with her pussy. "Aaahh!" Julieanne breathed. Her legs closed again, opened then gave up half way inbetween. No matter how she moved she couldn't escape.

The others on the bus didn't notice as I fondled and groped Julieanne. The noises she made hardly carried past the seats we occupied. I leaned in close and put my mouth on her ear, licking her lobe with the pearl studded earrings. I bit lightly on her neck causing her to inhale sharply and hold her head perfectly still as my vibrating fingers worked on her pussy.

Julieanne arched the small of her back and pointed her toes raising her legs. She squirmed and her hands pushed on my arm but she couldn't get free of me. "Nothing under the pantyhose is there?" It was more a statement than a question. "How does the nylon feel as it rubs agaisnt your clit?" Julieanne answered only with a soft gasp. I kissed her neck softly inbetween whispers. "How close to your stop?"

"It's com- EEE! Coming up soooo EEEEEEEE-" Her words came out in gasps and the last syllable was puncuated with a squeal she cut off with her hand on her mouth. I pushed on the crotch of the pantyhose, putting pressure directly on her clitoris. Julieanne cried softly into her hand and her cheeks blushed. With her other hand she grabbed my wrist, but this time she was holding on, not pushing away.

I slid my left hand down her flank and then under her sweater, reaching up I found the cup of her bra, and pulling it down I exposed her nipple. I took it in my fingers, pinching and working it in a circle in time with the circles I drew on her pussy. Julieanne squirmed and fought to keep her moans and crys quiet. Her greatest concern, it seemed, was to keep the other passengers from being alerted by her moans. 

"Anyone else home?" I whispered into her neck as I kissed it.

"I- I haven't-" Julieanne had to cover her mouth as she squealed into her hand. "No!" 

"Haven't what?" I prompted

"Please! I- MMMmmmmmph! let me go!"

"Tisk tisk! You've been caught Julieanne. You have to wait for a release. Now, what haven't you done?"

"I haven't tidied up! Aaahh!"

"That's all right, if the bed isn't made I can easily fuck you on the couch."

My plans now in the open, Julieanne started to panic. She drew in a sharp breath as if to yell out for help. Quickly My left hand left her breast and I cupped her mouth pulling her close to me. The muffle that came from her was lost in the din of the bus engine.

I continued to work on her pussy with my fingers. My mouth kissed her neck and moved toward her cleavage while I kept my hand firmly clamped on her mouth. Jullieanne had both her hands on my wrists, one holding my hand agasint her pussy the other trying to pull my hand away from her mouth. She continued to squirm and moan under my soft assault until finally I thought she might climax. Before she could, I stopped. Slowly I took my hands out from under her clothes. 

"I'm going to get off the bus with you. Until then you will sit quietly and say nothing. When we get to your house you will take me to a comfortable place. Unless you like it rough. Understood?" Julieanne nodded and I took my hand off her mouth. She took a few deep breaths composed herself and fixing her bra while I put the finger vibrator away. 

I crossed my leg to help hide my growing erection. Boldly I pulled Julieanne's skirt up until I had exposed her leg just above her knee. Then firmly, I groped her nylon thigh, and ran my hand over her silky leg. She did nothing to stop me. Just sat still and trembled under my touch until we reached her stop.

We got off the bus together. In my left hand I carried my duffel bag of toys. My right arm was wrapped around Julieanne's waist. My hand was under her sweater and I gripped her skirt tightly. She wouldn't get far if she tried to run. "Lead the way." Julieanne nodded, face pale.

We walked a short few blocks among several small houses, each with a charming fence and lawn. Finally we reached her home and she opened the front door with some trouble due to trembling hands. Once inside I made sure the door was secure and locked. The front room was nicely furnished and the couch looked cozy and accomadating for what I had in mind. 

If Julieanne thought this untidy, then she clearly had a skewed definition of the word. 

"Where is your husband?" I asked still looking around the immaculate room. 

"Still at work. He wont be home for a few more hours."

"Perfect."

I tossed my duffel bag aside then grabbed Julieanne's sweater at the waist, yanking it up and off her. Under the sweater was a white lacy bra that corralling her large melons. Her arms tangled up in the sleeves of the sweater and the V-neck caught over her face, leaving her nose and mouth open. Keeping a hold of her arms I shoved her against her front door and covered her mouth with mine. The kiss was brief and ended as she turned her head away. 

Not slowing down because of her reluctance, I kept kissing her neck pulling the sweater the rest of the way off. Once the sweater was gone I gave her skirt a quick tug and it slipped off her waist and hips, pooling to the floor at her feet. Her nylons were sheer all the way to her waist and I could see a small tuft of trimmed muff with a growing wet spot staining the crotch.

I wrangled Julieanne around so she was facing the door. Her cheek pressed against its surface and her hands rested on either side of her head, flush with the door. Her ass was pressed out and her legs were slightly spread and pidgin toed. I squatted running my hands down her silky thighs and pressing my face into her nylon ass. 

Standing up, pulling my stiff cock out of my pants, I slid my dick under her pussy between her legs. My shaft then pulled back and angling up, it slide up her ass, proding her cheeks. "Go sit on the couch." I ordered, backing away from her. She hesitated then obeyed, sitting stiffly with arms crossed over her chest. 

I dug into my bag and pulled out a large black dildo. I turned to Julieanne and her eyes widened at the sight of the sex toy. Crossing over to the couch I pushed her over roughly and pulled the waistband of the pantyhose down until her pussy was free. Julieanne flopped on her back, pulling her legs up but keeping them together. 

"Open your legs!" Julieanne obeyed and I angled the rubber toy into her slowly. Her pussy took the toy as her juices flowed over it making it slippery. Once it was all the way in I pulled the pantyhose back up and let the band snap on her tummy. The hose held the toy in place. I started to strip my clothes as Julieanne lay on her back, eyes unfocused and arms still crossed. 

Once I was free of my pants and boxers I stood with my hands on my hips. "Now suck me off." I commanded. Julieanne slowly got off the couch, unsure of what to do. "Kneel right in front of me. Take me in your mouth." Julieanne followed my orders.

"Now, put your hand on the dildo and slowly press it in." Jullieanne knelt and my shaft pointed at her chin. She put her hand on the dildo and pressed, letting out a startled cry as she did.

"Now, let the dildo slide out. And quit stalling! Take a mouthful of cock. Do it!" Julieanne used her free hand to grip my penis as she tenderly put her mouth around the tip. Her other hand started to give the dildo short pumps and she simulated thrusting while my cock slid further into her mouth.

The sight of her in bra and pantyhose, self stimulating and sucking on me caused my erection to harden and stiffen even more. Julieanne made a muffled gag as my cock filled her mouth. Slowly she started to tounge my shaft and eventually started to bob her head over my dick. "Do you do this for your husband?" I asked, but Julieanne ignored the question by sucking harder and tickling my balls with her free hand. 

Her stimulation brought me to my toes and my hands came off my hips, griping her by the hair and locking her head in place. She keept tounging me as I thrust slowly into her sweet mouth until I could resist no longer. My cum shot from me into her mouth and she strained to keep it from spurting from her lips. 

With my initial ejaculation out of the way I pulled out of her mouth and pulled Julieanne to the couch. Once there I reversed our role and knelt between her legs as she sat on the couch. Tearing a hole in her expensive tights I gripped the back end of the dildo and started to lick her swelling clit while thrusting with the sex toy. 

Julieanne leaned back, bringing her legs up and over my shoulders. Her hands gripped my hair and pulled down as her legs curled around my head. She moaned loudly, no longer trying to muffle her vocalizations from others. With a free hand I reached up and fumbled with her bra until it came undone in my fingers. While sill licking her pussy and working the dildo I pulled the bra from her arms spilling her breasts. Now free I groped and pinched her nipples. 

Julieanne's breasts were so perfect that I had to give them attention. While still manipulating the sex toy I leaned forward and took one of her breasts in my mouth sucking on her hardened nipple. After a few wonderful moments with each breast I pulled the sex toy free and dove back down giving her vagina my full attention.

Julieanne started moaning in a rhythmic pattern and it was clear she was about to climax. Before she did I disengaged from her and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. My shaft was hard and ready for a second poke. Julieanne found a position half on the couch, with one silken leg stretched out and on the floor, the other bent at the knee on the couch. He body pressed into the seat of the couch and her ass was aimed up and toward me. 

Soon I was mounted and thrusting into Julieanne's velvet pussy. I reached around her as I thrust, gripping her large breast with one hand while the other rubbed her clitoris vigorously. Julieanne regained anything lost during the position change and more. Soon she was writhing with ecstasy. My climax followed hers and sustained for an unknown amount of thrusts until finally I collapsed on top of her in a heap of gasps and moans. 

After a brief recovery I got up and looked around for a bathroom. A quick shower washed me clean of both couplings of the day. I made my way back down stairs where Julieanne was still curled up on the couch, the shock of what had occurred fresh on her face. I dressed and opened my bag. I left a set of hand cuffs and a blind fold on the end table. 

"I'll be back tomorrow at noon." I announced. "I expect you to be wearing stockings and to use these in an imaginative way. Bring a friend if you like but don't disappear on me. I would be very cross if I had to come find you." I picked up my duffel bag and left, slamming the door behind me.



Big Game Hunter Vol. 12



Idea request by Julieanne

Cougar File #015 Jocelyn Briggs

AGE: 34

HAIR: Raven Black

EYES: Root Beer Brown

HEIGHT: 5'6"

WEIGHT: 148lbs

BUST: 38DD

WAIST: 24

HIPS: 38

SHOE: 6

MARRIED: No

TAKEN: Once

Cougar File #016 Rebecca Kelly (RAF Sergeant)

AGE: 27

HAIR: Auburn

EYES: Blue

HEIGHT: 5'9"

WEIGHT: 137lbs

BUST: 34C

WAIST: 28

HIPS: 34

SHOE: 8

MARRIED: No

TAKEN: Once

I left my hotel hours before sunrise. Tired from my exploits the day before I had gone to bed early but didn't sleep in like I planned. I tried but failed to go back to sleep, so I figured that I'd drop in on Julieanne early. I packed a backpack with a bundle of toys I had taken from the adult store, hopped in my car and drove to her house. The black sky sprinkled rain on my windshield and there was breeze.

By the time I got to Julieanne's house the sprinkles had turned to a shower. There was no car in the drive or on the street. It was still pretty early in the morning so I parked on the street and waited. It was only a few minutes wait until the garage door opened and a car pulled out. It wasn't easy to see in the dark but who ever was driving was clearly a man. Mr. Colton on his way to work.

Pulled my car into the drive and parked in front of the garage door. I hopped out and scampered to the front door. It was unlocked which I thought was odd but giving past experience I was no longer surprised nor did I care because it meant less time in the rain. I fumbled around the dark room until I found the corner lamp and switched it on. The room was neat and tidy, showing no signs of my exploits with Julieanne. The hand cuffs and blind fold were missing from the end table. No doubt Julieanne had at least hid them away before her husband could get home. 

I walked over to the end table and opened it's drawer to see if they had been quickly hidden there. Before I could get the drawer partly open I noticed the headlights of car pulling into the driveway. I pulled the curtain aside as saw a woman getting out of a car and then trotting toward the front door. I couldn't make out much detail in the dark. I could see that she wore a rain coat and had raven black hair. 

I moved away from the window and stood by the door. I heard heels clicking on the walkway and then the door opened. The door almost touched me but it was suddenly closed. Standing just in front of me was dark haired beauty. She shook hair sprinkling me with fresh rain. The large black rain coat covered her all the way to her calves. I looked at her calves and saw they were sheathed in grey stockings.

The stockings had black seams that traced down the backs of her legs and ended in a classic Cuban Heel. Her feet were strapped into sling back pumps with 4 inch heels and black straps. Her toes peeked out of a small open toe. The woman shed the overcoat showing her outfit underneath. 

A black pencil skirt hugged her hourglass hips and stopped just above her knees. Her top was a fancy blouse with tulip sleeves that was white but had black lace over the shoulders and bust. A black faux belt clasped around her slim waist. She half turned to find a post to hang her coat on and I could see the blouse was low cut revealing her large breasts. Again my eyes were drawn to her legs with sheer silk stretched over them, gleaming in the soft light. "Those are lovely stockings."

The woman spun around and gasped with fright. Her ruby lips matched her finger and toenails. Her black hair tossed around her shoulders in glossy waves, still wet from the rain. I wasn't sure who this woman was but she looked like she was about to scream and if Juileanne was upstairs I didn't want her to hear it.

I snatched a wrist and yanked the woman toward me, spinning her around. She stumbled in her heels and fell backwards into me, dropping her clutch and coat on the floor. My other hand cupped over her mouth and, letting go of her wrist, I wrapped my arm around her waist holding her tight against me. She let out a scream but my hand mitigated the noise. I waited for a moment to see if anyone upstairs had noticed the sound. 

Once I was satisfied no one heard her I manhandled the woman to the sofa, forcing her onto her stomach. I followed her onto the couch keeping my body pressed into hers. The sofa groaned with our combined weight and the air came rushing out of her nostrils in a stifled groan. I had crushed the breath out of her when we landed. Quickly I rolled off her and to my feet.

"Lets get you out of those clothes." I snatched her by the arm and flipped her onto her back. Her large breasts heaved up and down as she tried to recover her breath. She shared a few traits with Julieanne. Large breasts and lovely legs. But where Julieanne was willowy this woman was full and thick. I grabbed the blouse and ripped it off her leaving her in a ivory lace half bra that bared her nipples and only cupped her breasts. Her hands shot up and covered her jugs while she sputtered to gain breath.

I threw the blouse aside and collected my backpack off the floor. I rummaged around until I found the gag I was looking for. The gag was jet black and shaped like penis. It was only four inches long but a lot thicker than a normal cock. It was an oddity that I wanted to see in action and now was an excellent opportunity. The woman looked up as I knelt down and she inhalled sharply in preparation to scream. It seemed she had regained enough breath to do so. 

As she opened her mouth to do so I jammed the dildo/gag in. Her pretty brown eyes bulged and her scream was cut off. She gagged a bit as I got the straps around her head and she tried to fight me off, twisting on the couch in an attempt pull away. I still manged to get the gag in place then took both her arms by the wrists and pinned them to the sofa, over her head. 

When I pinned her arms down I jumped on her, straddling her wide hips and sitting on her thighs. I could feel her garter straps pressing into my ass and with her arms over her head her cleavage was deep and inviting. I buried my face into her chest kissing and licking her tits. She writhed under me trying to get away and tried to yell through the gag. 

I remembered that Julieanne was probably upstairs and I needed go and see. If she was, then there would be a set of tits I could play with. If not I could just come back down and enjoy these. I got up from Joce, pulling her up by her arms until she was standing with me. I twirled her around then pulled her arms down and behind her and pinning them to her back.

Since I had her up I figured now would be a good time to get he skirt off. I pulled the zipper down and the satin lined skirt slid of her hips and plopped on the floor. Her garter belt was wide around her waist and had a leopard pattern. Six garter straps clung to her stockings holding them in place. Her panties were black and semi sheer. The panties clung to her full round ass.

I gave her a hard slap on her ass. "You just keep sucking on that dick in your mouth. Once I get you tied up I need to go check on Julieanne." It took me only a few minutes to tie her arms with a rope from my backpack. She still struggled but there was less fight in her. "Spread your legs and stand still." At first she didn't move, So I slapped her ass again, hard. I heard a muffled squeak and then slowly she complied, moving her feet shoulder width apart.

I reached down and pulled a large vibrator from my back back. Standing back up I clicked it on then took the woman around her waist holding her tight. Keeping my arm pressed against her, I slid my hand down her panties, finding her pussy. While my right hand probed her vagina, my left hand slid her panties to the side and then started to push upward.

The woman bucked, and shook her head while letting out muffled protests. I reached up with my right hand and took a hold of her black hair, yanking it back hard and saying gruffly in her ear, "I'll shove it up your ass if you don't calm down." Her eye grew wide she held still, but trembled in my grasp. Slowly I worked the buzzing dildo into her pussy. She moaned and squealed but didn't struggle. Once I had shoved all six inches of the toy into her I pulled up her panties to help hold in in place. "Stand with your feet together!" 

She held perfectly still while I tied her silky ankles together, occasionally groaning due to the vibrator. Once her legs were secure, I couldn't help but indulge myself by groping her silky legs for a few moments. I stood slowly running my hands over her calves and thighs. Once I was standing I gave her a soft push toward the sofa. She yelled under the gag and tipped like a falling tree, then she twisted and fell sideways on to the couch. She lay slumped on the sofa, legs hanging over the edge, with her feet just touching the floor.

"Stay put and be a good girl while I go up and snag Julieanne." She pulled her legs up on the couch and tucked them under her, she wiggled and shook trying to find a position that didn't give advantage to the buzzing toy inside her. I saw her clutch and picked it up. Inside I found her ID card. "Jocelyn Briggs?" The woman snapped her head to look at me then cast her eyes back down. "Don't worry Joce, I wont be long."

Dropping the clutch, I plucked my backpack off the floor and walked up the stairs to take Julieanne. When I got to the master bedroom I found out why Julieanne hadn't come down stairs yet. She was still in the shower. The room was dark with the only light coming from the open bathroom door. I just the door to the bedroom and then listened carefully to see if any noise Joce was making would be heard inside. I heard nothing and was about to open the bathroom door when I noticed that Julieanne had laid out some clothes on the bed. 

Next to a skirt and blouse I saw a silky white satin slip, a black garter belt, and pair of high quality stockings. After examining them closely in the dark room I decided that watching her dress would be just as fun and taking the clothes off her. Jocie would wait. I tucked my backpack under the bed and out of sight, then looked for a good place to watch the show.

I noticed in the far corner of the room a wicker chair. I hadn't seen it at first due to it being covered in an odd assortment of clothes and because of its position in the room. Since I didn't see it right away I figured Julieanne wouldn't pay much attention to it either. It would be a good place to watch. Even if she did see me, it wouldn't be right away, and she couldn't get away from me.

I had to wonder about the clothes on the bed. They were not what a typical housewife wore on a Thursday. Jocie was also dressed up beyond what was expected for a visit to family. There was some event today, an event I was going to disrupt. 

I stripped down to my boxers, tossed my clothes into the corner, and walked over to the chair. I picked up a few of the skirts and blouses draped over the arms then sat down. I draped the clothes back over the arms of the chair and over my lap. A few stockings and a pair of sheer tights were draped over the back of the chair. I pulled them over my chest, arranging then in roughly the same pattern. I was betting on darkness and the fact that Julieanne was used to the chair to keep me out of sight. 

It might not work but it was worth a shot. At the very least I would have a few stockings at my disposal to tie her up with. The shower stopped and I heard the sounds of Julieanne toweling off. I picked up a stocking that had slipped to the floor and ran my fingers over the nylon heel. The silky stocking increased my anticipation of Julieanne's appearance from the bathroom.

Soon Julieanne stepped into her bedroom. I held perfectly still and watched her. Her hair was wet and had been rolled into a few curlers. She clicked on the lamp sitting on the night stand and the bedroom was bathed in soft light. I thought for sure she would see me now but she didn't even look my direction. Her focus was on the clothing on the bed.

She had been wearing a towel but that was soon shed leaving her completely naked. Her lovely breasts swayed softly with her movements as she gathered undergarments from the bed. She selected the garter belt first, stepping into it with her feet and then sliding it up her legs and hips until it rested on her waist. Next she snatched a black satin thong and pulled it on. I tried to get a glimpse of her trimmed pussy as she pulled the waistband of the panties just below her slim garter belt. Then she turned and sat on the corner of the bed.

I was amazed that Julieanne hadn't noticed me yet. She was facing me and I was only a few feet away. Still, she paid no attention to me, or rather the chair she was so used to being in the room with her. She sorted out her six garter straps and made sure the garter belt was in its proper place. She then pulled a long nylon stocking from the bed. She gathered the gossamer fabric in her fingers, bunching it up until she had just the end of the classic fully fashioned stocking.

Julieanne crossed her legs, pointed the red toenails of her left foot and covered them with the stocking. Gently she pulled the nylon over her foot and lower leg with a soft rasping sound. The Jet black shade of the stocking glazed her skin while the dim light caused a sheen to dance across her legs. Her nylon toes pointed right at my crotch and as I fingered the stocking clutched in my hand my penis started to stiffen, until it pitched a tent under the skirt resting on my lap. 

Julieanne took care to see that her seam was straight then clasped her garters to the welt of her stocking. The growing erection in my boxers was hard to ignore and I wanted to leap up and take a hold of her. Remaining still I continued to finger the silk stocking in my hand and remained patient. 

Julieanne put on the other stocking with the exact same care and attention. I found myself staring, mouth open, at her large breasts as they softly bounced into each other and her arms while she pulled the stocking on. Her left foot was on the floor, toes touching but heel up, elongating her leg and displaying her smooth calf and thigh. Her right leg was pointing high, toes stretched out while she tugged the stocking into place and clasped the garters onto the welt.

With the way Julieanne's toes pointed at my crotch with her foot wiggling in my direction I was positive she was teasing me. I looked her in the eye but they were focused on her garters as she fixed them to her stocking. Julieanne didn't look up nor did she pay any attention to me.

With both stockings in place Julieanne stood back up. She quickly pulled the curlers out of her hair and shook her blonde hair back and fourth. The movements caused her tits to jiggle and I remembered having my face in Joce's cleavage. She tossed the curliers onto the bed and then grabbed the white slip. The edges of the slip where trimmed with black lace around every edge and hem. The contrast of white satin and black lace looked fantastic

She pulled the slip over her head then let it fall over her body. The nipples of her breasts pushed on the slippery fabric, with no bra to secure them they still swayed in an almost mesmerizing fashion, contained in mild fashion by the lacy undergarment. The slip fell to the tops of her stockings, not quite covering the welts. She smoothed her hands over the slip a few times and then walked over to the closet.

The white slip over the black stockings gave her the look of an angel with a dark secret. Her back was too me and I could see the seams of the stockings climb her legs and then stop in the keyhole of her welts. The lace trimmed hem of her slip hid the garters from view but I could see their outline press into thin garment. The black lace tickled the tops of her stockings in exactly the same fashion I wanted to with my fingers. My erection was getting hard to contain and I allowed my shaft to slide out the opening of my boxers. 

I took the stocking in my hand and slipped it over my shaft. While Julieanne looked over her selection of shoes I slid the silky garment over my erect penis. I gawked at Julieanne's silky legs and slowly rubbed the stocking over my cock. Julieanne lifted a leg and pointed her toes, prodding the shoes that lined the floor of the closet. I wanted those toes to prod me.

Julieanne bent her knees in a quick squat and reached down to pull a pair of black pumps from the closet. She didn't notice as I quietly stood up from the chair, no longer content to just watch. Julieanne's slip slid up her legs almost exposing her soft round buttock and allowing the black thong panty to peek out from the lace. she stood again quickly and slipped the shoes on with a soft "zop" of nylon. The skirts on my lap slid to the floor silently as I stood and walked over to her.

Julieanne looked down at her feet and seemed to change her mind about her shoes. She kicked them off as I got next to her. Before she could bend down to select another pair I wrapped my arms around her waist and hoisted her off the ground. She let out a scream of surprise that was abrupt and loud. I slung her onto the bed, landing with her. She was under me and I found myself in a similar position as earlier downstairs on the sofa.

"Hello, Julieanne." I said into her ear. My hands groped her breasts under the satin slip, squeezing them and pinching.

"What are you doing here?!" She hissed at me, her hands taking hold of my wrists, trying to pry me off.

"A better question would be who is Jocie?" Julieanne gasped, either at the news of her captured friend, or my hand as it slipped between her legs and prodded at her soft pussy.

"What did you do to her?" Julieanne whispered. 

"Gagged her, tied her up and stuffed a vibrator in her pussy."

"What are you going to do to me?!" She seemed very worried about it. As if I might not fuck her and instead go down stairs to play with Joce.

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe I'll just tie you up and go back down to give Joce a good time."

I had risen up on my knees to get a better angle at her pussy when Julieanne suddenly spun around. With my weight off her she was able to get on her back an look up at me. With her blue eyes wide, Julieanne put her hands on my bare chest. "Please! you have to go! I can't do this right now!" I put a hand back on her breast, finding her nipple and pinching it. 

"Ahhh! Please!," She said as I twisted her nipple, "my husband is receiving an award today and Jocie and I are attending."

"An award? For what?"

"He's an officer in the RAF! He's sending a driver to pick me up!"

"So? It's not like either of you are going to be able to answer the door."

"The, um... driver comes in usually."

"Oh, and why does he do that?"

"Uh, She. We were going to have breakfast before leaving."

"Who is she?" I demanded.

"My husband's secretary, Sergeant Kelly."

Could I keep up with three women today? Well if Sergeant Kelly had a body like either Jocelyn or Julieanne, I would be ready for her eventually! She may have to stay tied up a while so I could rest.

"How long until she gets here?"

Julieanne craned her neck to see a clock. "Forty minutes."

"You have twenty minutes to start something that pleases me or I'll start slapping you until you do."

"If I do will you leave?"

"After only you? Honey, I'm going to get my fill of all three of you today!"

Julieanne looked at me shocked for a moment and then looked down and my erect shaft. She slid her left leg against my inner thigh and reached up, slowly pulling the stocking sill half draped over my dick. The silky nylon rasping against my cock brought me to full mast and I couldn't help but gasp.

I angled my hips and pressed my shaft against her leg. The stocking slid off my cock but Julieanne's nylon leg now tantalized my dick. Julieann slid her entire leg against my cock until the instep of her foot was against the base. She then slid her foot down to the tip and then back up the other side. "Keep it up." I ordered and sat back allowing both of her feet access to my hard cock. Julieanne bit her lip in concentration as she rubbed her silken feet over and under my stiffened penis. 




Big Game Hunter Vol. 12



Julieanne worked her soft silky feet over my eager shaft. While she did I slid my hands to her breasts, groping them. Julieanne gripped my wrists but not to take my hands off but rather to steady herself while her feet fondled my penis. I looked over at the clock and, unworried about the time, let her rub her feet on me. 

Julieanne's ballet dance on my shaft was getting to be too much. I got off the bed, snatching Julieanne by the wrist as I rose. Pulling on one arm I spun her around, her legs flailing as she twirled. When she stopped her head was just off the edge of the bed. This put her mouth right were I wanted it.

Julieanne looked up at me, quizzical. I stuffed my dick inbetween her lips. She opened her mouth and allowed me to thrust my shaft deep into her mouth. Julieanne let out a startled gulp and her hands shot to my thighs. Julieanne arched her back fighting her gag reflex. Her eyes bulged and my nutsack tickled her nose. She kicked a leg struggling and I caught it by the ankle.

I slid my free hand under her panties and found her clitoris. From a half squatting pose I rose and fell, plowing my shaft into Julieanne's mouth while I tickled her clit. I pulled her leg close to my mouth kissing the top of her foot then biting lightly on her toes. Slowly Julieanne worked on my shaft. Her tongue slid over my cock as I drew it half way out, then squatted to drive it back into her mouth. Over and over I steadily thrust into her while I nibbled on her silky toes and fingered her pussy. 

In short order I couldn't stand it any longer. Letting go of her leg I reached down and grabbed Julieanne by her hair. Gripping her locks tightly I put my other hand on her chin, pinning her down and keeping her mouth closed over my shaft I shot my load in a gush of cum. Julieanne's blue eyes grew so wide I thought they were going to pop out of her head. She writhed on the bed and her hands pressed on my thighs but she took it all, swallowing my cum as it pulsated into her mouth.

Spent for the moment, I pulled out and walked over to the closet leaning on the door frame to catch my breath. Julieanne rolled over, coughing and wiping her mouth with a bed sheet. I walked over to the bed and pulled my back back out from under it. The first thing I pulled out was a black ball gag. Julieanne saw it and started to crawl away from me but I snatched her by an ankle and yanked her off the bed. She fell in a heap and I pounced on her to set the gag.

It only took me about five minutes but I managed to get Julieanne hog tied and back on the bed. I had tied each of her wrists to an ankle, groping her legs, pinching her nipples, and slapping her ass the whole time. "I'm afraid that I only have one vibrator left, and you're going to have to wait until later for me to use it." I gave her one last pat on the ass and left her to struggle on the bed. 

I found Jocelyn writhing on the couch when I got down stairs. Her hair had become a tangled mess and drool was dripping from the corners of her mouth. I untied the rope holding her ankles together first. Once her legs were free, Joce kicked and writhed some more, but she wasn't kicking at me. Rather she was trying to get the vibrator out of her. 

I wrangled a leg and fished the dildo out of her, shutting it off as I tossed it aside. She stopped her frantic thrashing and looked up at me with dark eyes and heavy breathing. Binding and groping Julieanne had given me enough time to recover and my shaft was hard and errect as I held onto Jocelyn's leg. I yanked her panties off and manhandled her into a good position on the sofa, her wet pussy open for me.

I worked my way into her until I was thrust completely inside, her silky legs wrapped around my waist. I slowly worked my way in and out of Jocelyn, my hands groping her breasts while I kept an eye out window. It was getting light out side and I had a peek spot inbetween the curtains. I forced my shaft into Joce at a slow almost relaxing pace. Joce started moaning deeply in time with each thrust.

I saw a wall clock and figured I had plenty of time. Bending down, I locked my lips on the base of Joce's neck, sucking hard and keeping the pressure up. Jocelyn wiggled and bucked, keeping her legs locked around me. I held mostly still as Joce did most of the work struggling under me. Finally I released her neck from my lips, inspecting the deep purple love bite I had planted on her. 

I had just started to pick up my pace when I saw a black sedan pull into the driveway. I pulled out of Joce and then stood, yanking her to her feet. I Pulled Joce to the middle of the living room, Making her face the door while I wrapped an arm around her neck. "Just stand still and look pretty." I flexed my arm, squeezing her neck, making it clear what I would do if she didn't comply. Jocelyn held still.

There was a knock at the door. I waited and then the door handle turned. Entering half way was a young woman in the full dinner dress uniform of the RAF. A grey hat sat on her head. Her hair was tightly pulled back into a bun. Her jacket Was grey and cut at the waist, only chevrons on the sleeves gave any decoration. Her gray skirt fell all the way to the floor, hiding her feet.

Sergeant Kelly stood frozen at the door step looking in at me and my hostage. "Come on in." I said, the party is just getting started." The Sergeant looked like she was going to turn and run when I added, "If you don't come in now and shut the door, I'll snap her neck." After a brief hesitation Sergeant Kelly came in and closed the door. 

"What do you want?" She asked, voice calm, arms at her sides.

"Well, sweetheart, I would like to know your name."

"I am Sergeant Kelly." She said formally.

"I know that, What's your first name?"

She didn't answer right away. Her eyes darted around the room and then back at me. She was calm and stood tall. I started choking Jocelyn again. Joce gargled under the pressure and tried to kick out. Sergeant Kelly snapped her attention back to me and said, "Rebbecca. My name is Rebbecca."

"See? That's not so hard. We are going to have a little uniform inspection, Becky. So first lets have you take that jacket off. And follow orders promptly please, I'm not sure Jocelyn can hold up to more choking." Becky undid the button on her jacket, took it off, dropped it to the floor. She put her arms back to her sides. The white blouse underneath was mostly unadorned, with a black bow tie and few items of rank.

"Very good. Now, does that skirt zip from the back?" Becky reached behind her and unzipped the skirt. It feel to her feet revealing sheer black thigh high stockings. As she stepped out of her skirt I saw that she wore modest court shoes. Again she stood with her arms at her side, nearly at attention. "That shirt is covering up your panties. Take it off."

Becky slowly removed her tie then unbuttoned her shirt. A full white bra held her breasts in place. They were not as large as the the set of melons on Jocelyn or Julieanne but they were still very nice. Her panties were white cotton. "Slip those panties off." I said eying her.

"What are you going to do to me?" Becky asked.

"Tie you up. Fuck you senseless." 

"What about Jocelyn and Julieanne?"

"Oh I already had some fun with them this morning. Quit stalling and get those panties off."

"But-"

I'd had enough of the uniform inspection. I tossed Jocelyn aside and she fell to the floor. Rushing Becky she made a swing for me but I caught her wrist and slapped her hard across her face. I forced her to the floor and tore her panties off her. Her pussy was clean shaven and looked very pretty. Becky fought me to get up and I slapped her again. The slaps only slightly stopped her, she was determined to get up. 

As I grappled with her on the floor I noticed that Jocelyn had sat up to watch. Becky wrapped her silken legs around me trying to flip me over or gain an advantage, but I was too heavy for her. Becky let a primal scream of her frustrations as I managed to pin her arms above her head. Keeping them pinned with one hand I wrapped my arm around her waist. I worked to angle her so I could bury my shaft into that slick pussy. 

Becky bucked and kicked but she couldn't get away. Slowly I managed to penetrate her. "You're wet!" I said with a laugh "I didn't know you liked it rough or I would have just beat you up when you walked in." I scooted closer to her, my thighs resting under hers. Becky had stopped kicking and kept her legs hanging loosely, careful not to give me the pleasure of her legs touching me. I took her wrists with both my hands and started thrusting.

Becky writhed under me, her bun slowly came undone and her auburn hair unraveled in a mess. Her struggles kept up but she couldn't do anything to stop me as I forced myself into her. I looked over at Jocelyn as I fucked Becky. "Her jugs aren't as good as yours, sweetheart, but this is the best pussy I've had all day!" Jocelyn looked away and blushed. I laughed and continued to ravish Becky. 

My pace increased as I felt my climax approach. I bent low and buried my face into Becky's cleavage as I came into her, muffling my own growl as I ejaculated. Again spent, I collapsed onto Becky catching my breath. "I've had better." She said to me with a cold stare. I laughed at her then I looked over at Joce. "Get over here!" I ordered. Becky started to protest and I slapped her again. 

Jocelyn didn't look like she wanted to obey. "Jocelyn, now!" Jocelyn rose to her knees and slowly crawled over to me. With her arms behind her back she had to carefully crawl on her knees. The motion made her boobs jiggle in an amusing fashion. I got up from Becky and flipped her over, pinning her arms behind her. I made no effort to be gentle as I man handled Becky. 

I reached over to my back pack and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs. I fitted the cuffs onto Becky and then turned to Jocelyn. Keeping a knee on Becky I grabbed Joce as she got close. I tossed Joce so she was face down and facing away from Becky. Their legs heaped together and each time they touched I could hear the rasp of nylon on nylon. 

I got off Becky and then took her by her left ankle. Grabbing Joce by her left ankle I lined up their legs so that Becky's ankle was near Jocelyn's calf and vice versa. Pulling a rope from my pack I started binding their legs together. "So this is how you make your escape? Tie us up and run like a coward?" Becky sneered at me. 

"Who said I was leaving?" I said, and started binding their other legs together. Once their legs were bound I reached in and found a large red ball gag. I snatched Becky by her hair and yanked it back. "I've had enough of your comments. Open up." Becky struggled but I forced her mouth open and stuffed the gag in. Once the gag was tied off I moved to Jocelyin. 

I removed the binds that held Jocelyn's arms behind her back, Moved them in front of her, and tied her wrists back together. Then I moved to Becky and un-cuffed one wrist. Moved her arms to the front cuffed her wrist again. Finally I pulled one last rope from by back pack and tied it to the hand cuffs on Becky and the binding on Jocelyn.

Both women could support themselves on their hands and knees but movement would be damn near impossible with out a lot of effort and team work. Then from my back pack I pulled a large pink double dildo. This was why I had tied them up like this to start with. I'd tossed in in the pack in the optimistic hope that I could convince Julieanne to sucker a friend to come over. Julieanne had been gracious enough to provide me with two women. 

I stuffed the dildo into Becky first. She thrust her head back and groaned as I pushed the toy in deep. "Quite a lot bigger than I am isn't it bitch?" Becky squealed as I pushed it further so that I could bring the point of the other end in line with Jocelyn. Once the tip pressed against the lips of her pussy I shoved it in. 

Jocelyn arched her back and sucked in air through her nose. The large toy un-kinked and settled into both women. Neither could create enough space to dislodge it and any movement one made to get it out just thrust it further into the other. As a final touch I flipped a switch in the center and the toy started a slow vibration.

I left both women on the floor, writhing with the new toy and went back up stairs to check on Julieanne. She was still on the bed when I got there. I removed the binds on her silky ankles and wrists. She took the ball gag off while I ran my hands over her legs and ass. I decided that I had one more go in me. Flipping her over I got her into position, Julieanne saw my intentions and eagerly accepted me. She wrapped her legs around me and I groped her breasts as I slowly thrust into her.

"What did you do with the girls?"

"You'll see."

"My husband is going to be very cross."

"Well, maybe if you let him untie them, it will brighten his day."

********* end ***********

Lorrie, your story is set and will be up next.

Lindsey, your story will follow. Also if you would like, a few more details would be handy. Measurements, preferance of hosiery and such. Again, none of this has to be factual, just what you want in the story ;) Just drop me a message. 



Big Game Hunter Vol. 13



Request by Lorrie. She says part two depends on comments so speak up boys and girls!

Cougar File #017 Lorrie Millot (Estate Agent)
AGE: 47
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 137lbs
BUST: 36D
WAIST: 28
HIPS: 38
SHOE: 8
MARRIED: Yes
TAKEN: Once


I walked out of the suite of a company I had called that morning. They allowed me to come in and give them a crappy presentation and I was delighted when they cut the meeting short and showed me out. I had only gone to the place to keep up my pretense of exporting business to the U.K. My justification for the day was complete and I looked across the passageway for the real reason I was here. 

The business complex had many office suites lining the hallway that attached a nearby mall to a bus station. I was here the day before and had seen a tall beauty in heels and a skirt walk into the glass door that read "Lorrie Millot: Estate Agent." I had tried the door but it was locked. The opaque glass was impossible to see through even when I pressed my face against it. 

Looking around I saw the marketing company across the hall and made a note of the number. Now I was standing just a few feet from the door and I could see a lighted sign from inside that pierced the glass saying: "Open!" I walked over and into the suite.

The first thing I noticed other than a few stylish sofas around a small coffee table was the tallish brown haired woman I had seen yesterday. She was bent over watering a tree in the corner of the room. The door made a soft ding noise as it closed and the woman said "Be right with you," without looking around. She was facing slightly away from me but I could see her figure in profile and it was very attractive. 

Her hair was long and wavy dropping to her shoulders in soft curls. Her chocolate colored top was sleeveless, low cut, and designed to be worn with a suit jacket. Her breasts filled the garment and then bulged out of the bodice in a mixture of cleavage and round softness. The skirt matched the top and was flush with it. The hem stopped just above her knees giving me a full view of her wonderfully long legs.

She wore a pair of leopard print peep toe pumps adorned with black bows just above the toes. The heels were easily five inches if not six. Her long legs were shapely and covered in silky nylons that gave her skin a caramel tone. The nylons were seamless but I could see that the toes had a darker thicker reinforcement. Her right ankle had a silver anklet snug around it with a tiny heart at the clasp. I couldn't tell if the anklet was under or over the hosiery.

She finished pouring the water into the plant and looked up at me with a smile. She walked over to me and held out her hand, "I'm Lorrie." I shook her hand and introduced myself as Mr. Sterling while I shook her hand I looked down at her feet and then eyed her from toes to her breasts. When I got around to looking at her face again she gave me a knowing look, I had been caught leering.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Sterling and feel free to look over the portfolios. I'll be right back." She walked down the short hall and into a back door. I watched her hips wiggle as she walked and listened to the soft rasping of her nyloned legs. She clearly was posing for me walked away and I looked right up until she closed the door behind her.

The small foyer had little else other than the leather sofas, potted tree, and a coffee table. The entire wall I had walked through was glass and from inside I could see people walking along the hallway. I was impressed with how clearly I could see them, knowing they couldn't see me at all. Most of them were on their way to the mall down to the right or to the bus station to the left. The mass of people made the room seem public. The one way glass made it private. In all, a great room for people watching.  

There was a small electronic sign by the door that when on, the word "Open" was visible on the other side of the glass. I flicked that off. Then I locked the door. Yesterday I had proven that the lock was pretty solid. I took a seat on the far sofa, facing the door. I opened one of the large black portfolios and saw pictures of large houses. The real estate for sale here was well into the upper class.

I heard the door open and her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she walked back out and took a seat across from me on the sofa. She sat on the edge of the chair, keeping her knees close together. Her skirt slid up midway on her thighs and I unashamedly looked for stocking tops and garters. Her hands were on her lap covering the area I would expect to see the tell tail bumps of garters and I couldn't see stocking welts,

"See anything you like?" She asked.

"Yes I do, in fact." I replied staring at her legs.

"Excellent, what is it that caught your eye?" She scooted a little forward and craned her neck to look at the upside down photos on the table.

"The high quality." I said. "It's a lovely tone with a wonderful sheen."

"I'm sorry?" she said, looking confused.

"The only thing I can't tell exactly is are they pantyhose or stockings?"

Lorrie looked up at me, her smile grew pert as she sat back in the chair slowly crossing her legs. The soft rasping of the nylon mixed with the sound of the leather sofa while she shifted her weight. The anklet came into view as she sat back and she rolled her ankle slowly. The skirt rode up further and I thought I could make out the hint of a welt on her thigh but I wasn't certain. 

"My legs are not in the portfolio, Mr. Sterling."

"That's okay, I enjoy the live show."

Lorrie spread her arms out on the back of the sofa and this brought her bust up and improved her cleavage. Her posture had become that of a tease and she glanced at my crotch. I thought I saw her smile improve as she looked at my erection budging in my pants. Clearly she had dealt with customers who got fresh. It was clear that her playbook was to tease them more. 

"Mr Sterling, let me be clear." She said calmly. "I have no interest in your sexual advances. I am happily married. So any of your schoolboy attempts to get into my panties are going to fail. If you are here to buy, fine. If your here just to look, I don't mind. If you're expecting me to swoon at your boyish charm and fuck you on this sofa then I will have to ask you to leave." She pointed to the door with a finger.

"You're quite blunt aren't you?" I said with a grin.

I started to leaf through the pages but I stared at her legs. Lorrie was aware of this and popped her shoe from her heel, dangling it on her toes. I could see the reinforced heel and now could see that the anklet was under the nylon. The shoe clung to her toes and I thought it would drop to the floor at any moment but she kept it in place. Clearly she had practiced this many times.

"I see no reason not to be." she said and reached forward with both hands, pulled her shoe back on and sliding her fingers over her silky legs. Her red finger nails matched the color of her lips and she grinned while she slid her hands up her legs. It was hard to watch her groping herself as I wanted to.

"That's a very nice anklet." I said

"Thank you, my husband gave it to me. He has quite the foot fetish. Often I can bring him to climax with just my feet." She looked up at my pants, budging tightly. "Oh that must be uncomfortable." Lorrie said in a mocking tone. She slipped her shoe off exposing her foot pointing her toes. "Too bad I can't help you with that."

"Actually I think you can." I said closing the portfolio. "would you mind if I unzipped?" 

Lorrie cocked an eyebrow and gave me a stern look. I reached for my zipper and she started to say something but then covered her mouth and groaned disapprovingly as I started unzipping. "Are you mad?" She said keeping her hand near her mouth. I pulled my shaft out and once it was free of my boxers I let out a short sigh of relief.

Lorrie looked at my dick and her eyebrows raised slightly. "Bigger than your husband's, isn't it sweetheart?" Lorrie rolled her eyes and sat back. She slid her shoe back on, looking away from me. "Come on, babe, treat me to a foot job."

Lorrie let out a disgusted sigh, uncrossed her legs and sat forward. "Zip your pants up and get out of my office before I call the police."

"Well, once I take it out, I've got to use it before I put it away." I got up and took my jacket off.

"You are mad." Lorrie stood up and started for the back office.

I stepped to her and took her by the wrist, yanking her toward me. We struggled as I tried to get a hold of her other wrist. She tried to push me off, kicking at me. She let out a few cries and gasps and managed to squirm enough that I couldn't get a grip on her free wrist. 

I gave her a stiff slap across the face and Lorrie froze in shock. She stood there for a moment, started to pull away and I slapped her again, harder. Lorrie stood there breathing heavily, the red hand print from the second slap started to become visible. 

"Stop fighting me, or I'll apply some more 'boyish charm,' if you know what I mean.

I started to take my tie off and looked down at her skirt. "Lose the skirt," She hesitated and again I slapped her. She gasped in pain then reached behind her and started to unzip her skirt. It fell to the floor and I saw her black garter belt holding fast to her stockings. Her panties were high cut briefs in the same leopard print as her shoes.

I pulled my tie off and then took Lorrie by the wrist, yanking her to the edge of the couch. Lorrie whimpered and babbled something about there not being any money in the office and pleaded that I didn't hurt her. I turned her so that she was facing the back of the sofa, pushing her onto her knees. Her weight pressed into the cushions and her feet dangled off the edge. She had a clear view of all the people walking past but unable to aid her.

I used my tie to cleave gag her, twisting it around and folding it into a tight knot at the back of her head. With the gag in place I unzipped her top and pulled it off her. She wore a strapless bra and I unclasped it throwing it aside with her top. I knelt on the couch sliding my shaft inbetween her legs and cupping her breasts in my hands. 

"Has your husband ever fucked you over the sofa at home?" I whispered in her ear. Lorrie was shaking and a tear slid down her cheek but she didn't struggle. "Look at all these people walking right past your office. Too bad they can't see the show." Her nipples hardened in my grasp and she took deep breathes as I fondled her. "Tell you what, You give me one of those foot jobs and if I cum, I'll leave. But if it's not as good as you've boasted, then I'm going to fuck you over this sofa."

I got up and pulled her shoes off. I kicked off my own shoes and then pulled off my trousers and boxers. Lorrie turned and sat on her feet looking up at me. I pushed the portfolios off the coffee table and sat on it, my cock presented to her.

Lorrie slid her legs out from under her and tentatively reached her feet out toward me. At first she was slow, trembling with fear, and frankly not on par with any foot job I'd had. "Okay, this is no good." I said and started to get up. Lorrie shook her head and held up a hand. I sat back down and waited.

Now Lorrie put effort into it. She slid her silky stockinged feet over my thighs a few times. As they reached the top of my thighs she slid her feet so that her toes just touched the base of my shaft. Then she stretched both legs out placing the arches of her feet around my cock. Her toes were pointed and tickled the base of my tummy. 

Slowly she lifted her feet and lowered them, sliding her silky soles of my dick. I gripped the table hard and breathed deeply as she worked her feet over me. I did my best to resist her second effort which was much better than anything I'd had before. I had no intention of keeping my promise if I exploded over her feet. I looked over her shoulder at the glass wall and saw several women walking past. There was an extra level of excitement that came with the pseudo exhibitionism. 

Lorrie also looked behind her at the women passing then looked back to me. She placed the nylon toes of her left foot under my ball sack as her other foot ran its toes from my tip to the base of the shaft and back again. I reached out and touched her silky legs for the first time, sliding my hand down until I felt her anklet. 

I decided that I didn't want to wait any longer for her foot job to finish me. I stood up I took her by the wrists. She begged me to let her go, mumbling past the gag but I forced her to her back, pulling her legs around my flanks. With a bit of struggle I managed to align my shaft and penetrated her pussy. It was wet and I thrust into her a few times with slow movements to insure her lubrication spread evenly.

"If I didn't know better I would think you liked this." I said warping my arms tightly around her so that I pinned her upper arms to her sides and pressed her large tits into my chest. She put her hands up but didn't resist much as I started to thrust harder. She brought her legs up and locked them around me, mostly to hold on as I pounded into her. 

Had anyone walking past the glass been able to see in, they would have had a nice view of Lorrie's legs sticking up past the sofa, wagging in the air as I tired to thrust her into the leather cushions.

I clamped my mouth over the base of her neck and softly bit her as I slowed my thrusts, pulling back as far as I could with out slipping out then driving myself as deep into her as I could. Each time I did Lorrie let out a moan that I was sure would penetrate the glass.

Again I increased my pace and Lorrie increased her moans. The more I thrust into her the louder she got and I was sure that both of us would climax if I continued.I pulled out of her and got up. Lorrie lie there as I stood breathing hard to avoiding ejaculation. 

Once I was recovered I took her by the wrists and pulled her up to her knees. Again I faced her toward the glass wall. Taking her by the hips I thrust into her slick pussy and holding onto her, drove myself into her. Her feet locked against my calves and her hands gripped the back of the sofa as she fought to keep her face from being pressed into the glass. 

With each thrust I was actually trying to get her head to strike the glass. The people walking past were oblivious to the show they were missing. Lorrie lifted her hand and put it on the glass, just keeping her forehead from striking it. When she did there was a dull thud and a few women walking past looked directly at us. Clearly they only saw their own reflection.

I looked at the women as they walked past, admiring their silky legs and wondering what kind of nylons they wore. Taking a hold of Lorrie's ankle I increased my pace. Lorrie angled to improve the position and started moaning again. In a few moments we both burst out in climax and I grabbed her by the hair, yanking back as I pumped her pussy full of milky cum. 

People walking passed looked our way but could see nothing. I saw smiles on a few men and amused looks on some of the women.

I undid my tie and turned Lorrie around to face me. "Clean me up." I ordered. Lorrie looked up at me confused as to what I wanted. I took her by the hair again and pulled her toward my shaft. Her hands shot up to my thighs and she realized what I had in mind. She tried to push me off but with a thrust of hips and yank on her hair she gave in and took my shaft into her mouth. 

Lorrie's eyes bulged a bit as I shoved my shaft deep into her mouth and then pulled it out slowly, letting her red lips clean me off. I pressed forward and she took me into her mouth again. Eventually she gave in completely, bobbing her head, her tongue sliding under my shaft. 

I came a second time and I held her hair tightly as my penis pulsed in her mouth. Once I was finished I pulled out. I let go of her and she gagged a bit while I retrieved my clothes and started dressing. While I pulled up my pants I saw a house in the portfolio on the floor. 

I reached down and plopped the portfolio in front of her. "That's a nice place. What do you say Thursday you show it to me? I'll give you another chance to pull off that foot job of yours."



Big Game Hunter Vol. 14



Cougar File #018 Lindsey Chesler

AGE: 26

HAIR: Brunette

EYES: Brown

HEIGHT: 5'8"

WEIGHT: 140lbs

BUST: 34D

WAIST: 32

HIPS: 36

SHOE: 9

MARRIED: No

TAKEN: Once

I was down to my last company to contact, and thus my last legitimate reason to stay in country. I had already been turned down or rejected by everyone else on my list. The firm head office was on the outskirts of London and would probably take me a few hours to get too. I woke up early, put my briefcase together with the usual toys, and headed out. 

I had called the secretary the day before. She seemed cold on the phone. The whole phone call felt like she would just rather I go away. In the end I wasn't positive that I had an invitation to stop by. I was going to anyway because at the very least I could get a referral and extend my trip. 

Plowing my way through city traffic took me quite a bit longer than I had planned for. After several hours I finally made it out to head East on the A12. It became clear after several miles and a few random turns. that I was completely lost. Soon I had given up on trying to find the office and decided that I would just explore for a while. By around four in the afternoon I found myself at a service station in Ardleigh. 

While I was filling up the Mini, a blue Vauxhall Astra pulled into the station. The Astra pulled into the pump behind me and I could clearly see a lovely woman behind the wheel. The door of the Astra opened and a pair of silky legs glazed with nylons in a soft taupe color slid out. Looking her over I decided that I would follow her and see where I ended up.

She wore black heels that had a velvety look to them and a small open toe gave me a view of her red toenails. As she got further out of the car her satin black skirt slid down to her knees. She wore a white sweater with long sleeves and conservative neckline. It did little to hide her bust, and a wide black belt highlighted her slender waist. Her brunette hair was done up in a nice bun with curls framing her face. She was young, maybe mid twenties and she looked very distraught.

I watched as she trotted over to the pump and fiddled with the buttons for a minute then pulled nozzle over to her car and inserted it, pumping fuel. My little Mini was full but I still leaned against it and leered at her. My gaze didn't go un-noticed and she flicked her eyes at me a few times. She pretended to ignore my inspection of her silky legs, and in teasing fashion, lifted a leg producing a classic "4" pose as she filled her car.

I continued to stare and she looked over at me. When our eyes met I gave her a large smile. She smiled back but then diverted her eyes and tried to focus on her car. The foot that was off the ground popped her shoe and for a few moments she dangled her shoe on the end of her toes. This was a deliberate tease, her legs sliding slowly together as the shoe clung precariously to her toes. The shoe finally gave in to gravity and fell. 

The woman gave me a side long glance and then turned her backside to me, toeing the shoe with her nylon foot to get it back on. She bent at the waist, keeping her legs straight and reached down to hold the shoe as she slid her foot back into it. Her skirt pulled tight against her firm ass and I didn't see a panty line or bumps for garters. The assumption of pantyhose seemed a good one.

"You have very nice legs." I said.

"Thank you." She responded, as she stood up looking over her shoulder.

"Are those tights you're wearing?" She didn't respond. She smiled wide but didn't answer. In fact she was completely ignoring me as if I wasn't there. "They are a lovely color. What shade is it?" I prompted further but she still made no comment. It was clear that she had enjoyed her cock tease and was finished with me.

The fuel pump stopped and she quickly replaced the nozzle and her heels clicked loudly as she danced back into her car. Slowly I made my way back to the driver's side and got in my car. The Astra sped off and I gave chase, but in a slow leisurely manner. The road was long, empty, and mostly flat. She was at least a quarter a mile a head of me but she was easy to follow. Twenty minutes later I watched as she pulled into the parking lot of a small schoolhouse. 

I continued past and as I did saw the words "Parent Conference 7PM" on the marquis. A quick glance at my watch showed 6:03. Looks like the teacher had come early. I swung the Mini around and pulled into the parking lot. My pace had given her time to get out of her car and into the school. The Astra was parked and empty. I parked my Mini in the closest handicapped stall and with my briefcase of toys, made my way inside.

The school was very small and very empty. I set the lock on the door I had entered, keeping any other early birds out. I could hear the clicking of heels down the hall and walked toward the sound. I peered into a classroom full of small desks. There was a large desk toward the front and the far wall was a giant chalkboard. Writing her name in chalk I found Miss Lindsey. 

I walked up to the first row of desks and set my briefcase down on one of them. The noise startled Lindsey and she spun around with a gasp, hands to her chest. She had donned a pair of glasses that gave that indescribable sexiness to a woman dressed up. Her knees were together and her feet slightly pigeon toed and I eyed her like a wolf.

"Excuse me, you startled me Mr..." She said holding out her hand. She had stayed put when she extended her hand and to shake it I would have to step toward. her. Instead I reached out took her hand and pulled her toward me. She took two forced steps and was now very close, looking up at me over the rims of her glasses.

"Mr. Sterling." I said shaking her hand but not letting go. She gave me a puzzled look and started to shake her head slowly. She took a step away from me but I matched it keeping our distance the same. I put a hand on her hip and she looked down suddenly at the touch then looked back up at me.

"I don't have a Sterling in my class." She tried to withdraw her hand but I kept a hold of it. Again she stepped back but the chalkboard stopped her. She put her other hand on my wrist and tried to push my hand off her hip.

"I don't have any kids." Forcefully, she jerked her hand away from me. 

"I remember you from the petrol station." She said. "What do you want?"

I put my free hand on her other hip and closed the already tight distance between us. She put her hands on my chest and pressed but she couldn't move me. I leaned in close until my nose was against her neck. She stiffened at the touch and she held still while my hands slid up her flanks almost to her breasts and then back down to her hips.

"Well, you were very rude and didn't answer any of my questions. Would you like a second chance, or shall I find out on my own." I slid my hands past her hips almost past the hems of her skirt, I felt her thighs then said "Are they stockings or Pantyhose?" Lindsey flushed red, as much with anger as with embarrassment.

"Get your hands off me, and get out!" I didn't move. instead I groped her thighs feeling her skirt for garters. "I guess I'll have to find out myself." I said and slid my hands past the hem of her skirt and then back up. This time under it, bunching it to her waist as I did so. My hands slid against smooth nylon all the way to her waist. "Pantyhose. Excellent."

"Look, I'm sorry but I think you got the wrong impression-"

"No I think you gave me a little cock tease. But I don't put up with that sort of shit. So since you've aroused my cock, you're going to get it."

Lindsey decided that she was not going to go quietly. She stamped her foot so that the point of her heel would smash my toes and took an awkward swing at my head. I moved my foot out of the way just in time and ducked my head just slightly. Her hand glanced off my brow. Quickly I got a hold of her wrists. Lindsey tried a swift kick to my groin but we were so close I was able to catch her thigh inbetween mine. All this rough play was fueling my erection.

I moved to pin her to the chalkboard and with no other weapons left her, Lindsey tried to bit me. I jerked back to avoid her and in so doing pulled her off the wall, spinning her around by her wrists until she facing away from me. I let go of her wrists and grabbed her sweater, pulling it up over her head. Her arms got caught in the sleeves and the sweater wrapped around her head exposing her bra. For the moment I had her tangled and somewhat under control. 

I yanked her toward her desk, snatching my briefcase on the way. Once at the desk I plopped the brief case down, leaving it in reach, then I yanked her sweater all the way off. When the sweater came free, so did her bun and her dark hair spilled over her naked shoulders. Her glasses had come off with the sweater but as soon as she saw me she started swinging again.

I gave her a slap across the face which stunned her only briefly and she started fighting again. I slapped her again on the other cheek. She paused for a bit longer this time and, when she resumed her struggle, it was with less effort. I gave her a third slap across her face, her cheek was red from the strike and she took a long time to recover.

"I'll keep slapping, until you stop fighting me."

"What do you want?" 

"The same thing you do, sweetheart."

"I want you to leave."

I grabbed her by her wrists and pinned her to her desk, leaning over her with her legs between mine. "You want a good fucking and don't deny it. I'll bet you don't have any panties under those nylons do you? So that the fabric can tickle your pussy all day. Am I right?"

She looked away from me but said nothing.

I laughed, got off her and reached for my brief case. Lindsey lay still on her desk, still thinking about what I had said. Pulling a black ball gag from my briefcase, I moved back to her. She snapped out of her thoughts once she realized I had a gag and started to get up. I grabbed her and forced the gag into her mouth. 

Lindsey tried to push me off her as I shoved it between her teeth. I got the strap secured and withstood her clumsy blows as I pulled a long rope out of my case. I wrangled her wrists and then, as I walked around her desk, I pulled her over it, lengthwise and on her back. She was stretched out, her breasts up spilling out of her bra. 

Quickly I tied her wrists together as she kicked and yelled under the gag. The desk had flat metal stubby legs and I looped the rope around one of them. I used the rest of the rope to reach back up to her wrists. When I was done her arms were pinned to the edge of the desk. Lindsey could only roll backward off the desk. And that wouldn't do her any good anyway.

Before she could try rolling I circled back around to the other end. Lindsey looked up over her large tits and tried to kick at me. "None of that." I said and caught one leg inbetween mine, locking it in place with my thighs. I snagged her other leg and griping her silky ankle tightly reached into my briefcase. She kept trying to kick but all she could do was either slide her left leg against my thighs, or land a weak heal kick to my calves. 

I pulled another rope from the briefcase and quickly looped it around her ankle a few times. I stepped out from the desk pulling her roped leg with me, her free leg now kicking. Her leg was now parallel from her waist and stretching the line tied it to the opposite desk leg. Once the knot was in place she could move her leg up or to the side but it was stretched out and the rope kept her from bending it at the knee. 

Lindsey stared to slide on the desk to give her leg more room to move but I got a hold of her other leg and did the same to it on the other side of the table. Her skirt was now bunched up around her waist and her legs spread out, showing me her pussy under the sheer pantyhose. Her ass cheeks hanging just slightly off the edge of the desk. 

She had a lot of moment to her legs but couldn't get them under her to kick at me or use the rope as leverage to slide off the desk. She looked angry and uncomfortable but I now had easy access to do as I pleased. "It's a good thing you're limber." I said with a grin.

I put my hands on her waist and slid them up her smooth skin to her bra. I pulled the cups down freeing her nipples and slid my hands over her exposed breasts. They were firm and as I fondled them her nipples grew harder. "See? You are starting to enjoy this." Lindsey struggled and yelled under the gag but I noticed a wet spot forming in the crotch of the pantyhose. 

I walked to the front row of her class and pulled a chair from behind a student desk and set it at the end of the teacher's desk. Sitting my face was just at the right place and I wrapped my arms under her silken thighs, gripping tightly and then I plunged my face into her pussy.

Lindsey let out a shriek of surprise while I tongued her through her glossy hose. Soon her shrieks transitioned into moans as I worked my mouth over her soft mound. The taste of her mixed with the nylons and the sweet smell of her body had my pants bulging more than was comfortable. I stood up and removed them freeing my penis. Lindsey looked up to see why I had stopped then her eyes focused on my up-cocked erection.

I worked my fingers over the crotch of the pantyhose until I teased out a run that laddered and split until I had an opening to her sweet pussy. My fingers made contact with her bare skin and I Slid my index finger inside her. I continued fingering her while I slid my cock over her smooth thighs. Lindsey arched her back with a squeal when my finger sunk in and I reached up with my free hand to pinch her right nipple. 

Fully erect, I pressed the head of my shaft against her wet mound and pressed. She was so tight! I pressed hard and Lindsey let out a primal cry as my shaft slowly forced its way into her slick twat. Once thrust fully into her I gripped her thighs again in an underhand fashion. Slowly I started to withdraw my cock until it was almost all the way out, then I drove back into her. 

I again pulled out slowly then thrust back into her, slightly faster. Lindsey was breathing quickly out of her nostrils while I slid out again, slowly, then abruptly thrust into her faster than before. Over and over I would inch out of her, pinching her nipples and teasing her clitoris then slam back into her, my flanks slapping into her ass and upper thighs. 

I then switched to a steady rapid humping motion that shook the desk and Lindsey's breasts with it. Lindsey started moaning in time with every thrust and once of her shoes shook loose from her foot. Before I climaxed I stopped, pulling out completely. Lindsey looked up, a puzzled look on her face. I walked around the desk and stopped at the middle, her head centered in front of my cock.

I removed the gag and Lindsey licked her lips then breathing hard asked "Why did you stop?" In answer I took a fist full of her hair and pulled her head toward my shaft. All of the bindings stretched taut as I pulled Lindsey off center. Lindsey let out a squeal that was muffled as my cock slid into her mouth. She struggled to turn her head and she held back a gag as I forced myself in deeper.

"Suck on it!" I ordered and Lindsey clumsily started to obey. After a minute she got the idea of how things should work and was shortly sucking me off like a pro. Not as good as I'd had but she was doing fine. I let her work on me for a minute longer then I pulled out, letting her hair go. I reached down and untied the knot holding her left leg in check. 

Taking her left ankle I walked around the end of the desk, rolling Lindsey onto her stomach, twisting her arms as I did so. With another step she was off the desk and standing awkwardly on the floor, one foot in four inches of heel, the other on tip toe, her hands pulled in front of her and held down by the twisted rope.

Taking her by the hips and probing with my shaft I found her tight pussy again and rammed my dick in. Lindsey let out a "Oooh!" and her legs spread a bit as I worked into another quick rhythm, fucking her over her desk. I drove into her until I climaxed and kept thrusting, slowing my pace as I came. Finally I pulled out, wiped my penis over her ruined nyloned ass and tucked it back into my pants. 

I gave her a slap on her ass and as I walked out of the room said "I'll give you a B+ this time. I expect better on the next exam!"



Big Game Hunter Vol. 15



LYNX FILE #001 - Sarah Parks
AGE: 23					
HAIR:	Black			
EYES: Hazel			
HEIGHT: 5'6"				
WEIGHT: 135lbs				
BUST: 36D				
WAIST: 22					
HIPS: 34					
SHOE: 6					
MARRIED: no				
TAKEN: Three Times


Lisa Stone lay on her own bed, blindfolded, tied at the ankles and handcuffed at the wrists. Her long shapely legs were cloaked in dark brown stockings that turned her milk white skin into a creamy chocolate color. The only clothing she still had on were here stockings and garter belt. The rest had been torn away as I manhandled her from the front door to the bedroom.

Her ankles, crossed right over left, were hastily tied with black fishnet pantyhose I had found on her dresser. Her arms were stretched over her head and her wrists were locked in my cuffs, her fingers starting to turn blue and the sock that had been used to bind the cuffs to the head post was showing signs of coming undone. The house showed signs of our struggle, a trail of clothing and random broken objects from entry to bed post.

The bindings had been made in haste, and being makeshift in nature, they were only temporary. Her left shoe, a brown strappy sandal, was still on her foot. The other had come off at some unknown point between the front door where I had jumped her and the bed. Her other foot had lost its shoe and a run in her stocking started at her big toe and laddered its way to mid thigh. The run broke up the liquid sheen of her hosiery in the dim lighting. Red marks on her body showed more evidence of the struggle that had taken place. Her firm C cup breasts heaved up and down as she breathed deeply. 

I pulled off my ski mask and stretched. The long flight from London followed by the short connection home had been boring and uneventful. I had been hoping to pass the time with a flight attendant tied up in a corner of the plane but the opportunity never presented itself. On my way home I was going to pass Lisa's home and I decided that Lisa is exactly what I needed right now.

I watched Lisa as I stood in the middle of her room, stretching my back and breathing hard myself. I took off the mask I was wearing and allowed the ceiling fan to cool my head. It was early evening and it seemed I had caught Lisa as she returned home from work. There was still no sign of the roommate yet.

I had been waiting in the house, (the front door was simple to pick) and as soon as she closed the door I had pounced on her. My goal had been to get her mostly undressed and then tied to something. In the process of the struggle almost all of her clothing had been torn off and I had tied her to the bed with things from her top dresser drawer.

I walked out to the front door to retrieve my "tool box". I found her other shoe and bent to pick it up. The strap around the ankle had broken. A four inch heel doesn't stay on long without that support. Especially when the wearier is kicking and screaming while she's being tossed about, stripped, and tied up. I gathered my bag and tossed her shoe aside, then walked back to the bedroom. Dropping my bag next to her on the bed, I got on it myself. I had removed all my clothes before she had come home and except for the mask, and now that was off, I was naked. 

My penis was now fully erect and stiff. Straddling her legs I shuffled forward allowing my dick to glide along the inside of her silk covered thigh. The tip of my shaft just barely touched her stocking and I reveled in the sensation. I plucked a garter strap, allowing it to snap back in place and then I moved forward until my shaft nuzzled her trimmed bush. I bent forward and wrapped my arms under her, griping her shoulders from underneath. Lightly I allowed her nipples to touch my bare chest.

"Hello, Lisa." I said quietly, "Remember me?"

"Yes." she whispered.

"Ah, good. That was quite a struggle you put up. And all that yelling?" I clucked my tongue in disapproval. "No one has come to your rescue." I bent low to lick her right nipple and she gasped. I saw both nipples crinkle with stiffness. "Looks like you've missed me." She squirmed under me like she was about to try and get away, then thought better of it and held still again.

I reached for my bag and pulled out a length of nylon rope and my handcuff key. Then I removed the sock I had been using for a bind and with the key I gently loosened the cuffs so that Lisa's hands didn't fall off from lack of blood. They were still tight enough to keep her from escaping. And my torso and pelvis were pressing fully down on hers. My penis had slid inbetween her pussy and thighs and there it stayed, throbbing against her.

The whole time Lisa lay quietly, mouth slightly open breathing deeply. A few times she would gasp quietly and make an attempt to speak but each time she would stop her self.

Carefully I started to bind her wrists with the nylon rope. I ensured that it was a firm knot but wasn't cutting off circulation. I took my time, carefully wrapping the rope around her wrist, pausing on occasion to smell her hair or to make a few slow thrusts with my dick between her silky legs. eventually her wrists were bound and I drew a zip tie from my bag. Threading the zip tie inbetween the knot and a post in the head board I secured her wrists. 

"Now that's a bit better, yes?" I said removing the handcuffs from her wrist. "So have you found a job or was that another job interview you came from." Lisa didn't answer me so I pinched her nipple. "That was a question Lisa."

"I have a job!" She blurted out, squirming away from my hand that pinched her.

"You dress up for work don't you? That blouse was very lovely, at least until I tore it off you. And your wonderful skirt? Actually I think it survived okay. Once I got the zipper down. But Stockings and sheer panties? Flirting with the boss?"

I laughed as Lisa blushed and looked over my shoulder. Her sheer black panties lay in a torn mess at against the far wall. The fragile fabric had torn apart while I stripped the garment from her. Looking back to Lisa I bent low and covered my mouth over her left nipple, sucking and licking her. Lisa gasped again and arched her back pushing the breast into my mouth. After a moment I broke free and Lisa continued her heavy breathing.

"I bet you don't make enough at that job. That explains why you tease your boss. Trying to get that raise as fast as possible. You should be careful, Lisa, you may not get the "raise" you're looking for." 

"You should come work for me. I'll pay you more. And you seem to like what I do to you."

Lisa pressed her lips together then said. "I don't know who you are." 

"I'll call you. Until then, you are not allowed to make any more noise. Not a peep."

Pulling my shaft from her legs I slowly turned myself around until I was facing her feet. I reached down and untied the fishnets holding her ankles together. I ran my hands over her shins, my fingers gripping her thighs, sliding them over her silky nylons. My hands moved to her feet and I massaged her right foot a bit while I admired her dark maroon pedicure. 

I looked at her left foot and the shoe that wrapped around it. The crossing straps over her foot and across her toes made it look like her foot was in bondage, tied down with the best parts showing. I slid my hand to the strap around her ankle and released it, sliding the shoe off her foot in a soft rasping of nylon.

"I'm going to need your feet and legs free of binds. No Struggling. Do you understand?" I asked as I rubbed her soles. Lisa didn't answer and so I prompted her. "I asked you a question, Lisa. You may answer when I ask."

"No." She said, lip quivering.

"Very good." I said and turned around again, this time taking her legs in my arms and wrapping them around my waist. "I've decided to leave you un-gaged because I think I missed out on some of the things you scream while you cum. Before we start I want to be sure there are no interruptions. So, is anyone going to be here later, or do I have you all to myself?"

I continued grope her silky legs as I spoke, sliding my hands up her thighs then down around her calves. As I felt the taut fabric stretched across her skin, Lisa thought about my question. I could see that she was ready for me to do as I pleased, but she was holding something back. I slid my fingers up her legs and then across her flanks until they rested on her nipples. I took each hard nipple in my hand and started to squeeze. 

"Well, Lisa?"

Lisa bit her lower lip and I started to pinch hard. She let out a squeal between her pressed lips and then suddenly burst out "Stop! Ok! My Roommate will be here soon! Oh my God! Let go!" The last too words came out in a high pitched squeal and I let go of her.

"And what is her name?"

"Sarah." She said, taking short breaths. Her legs slid down my flanks and her feet touched mine, I bent forward and covered her mouth with mine, driving my touge deep into her mouth. She didn't fight nor did she fully kiss me back, but her legs slid up my flanks again. I disengaged and sat up.

"You wait here like a good girl, and I'll go wait by the door."

"But-"

"Shush! That was not a question. Make one more noise and I stuff a giant dildo in your mouth and tie your ankles to your wrists. Do you want that?" Lisa shook her head no. "Very good." I got off Lisa and went to my bag. I pulled out a latex hood. The hood had no openings for eyes or mouth, just a small opening for the nose. It zipped from the back with an opening for hair. I put on my mask and walked out to await Sarah. 

It wasn't too long before the lock on the door had a key inserted and shortly after Sarah entered the room. I was behind the door and when she closed it she was facing away from me and had not noticed me yet. The first thing that caught my attention was her dark chocolate skin. Her hair was jet black, and fell in tight curls all around her shoulders. She had a medium build with a slender waist that rested atop a wide shapely set of hips and long legs.

Sarah wore a conservative grey dress, with short sleeves and a hem that reached her calves. I could see that she had nylons on that took her legs to a deep coffee color. She stood in simple three inch pumps and aside from a belt around her waist and her purse, had no other adornment.

I reached up and snatched Sarah by her hair, yanking her directly to the floor. She let out a startled yelp and as soon as she was down I was on top of her, wrangling her so that she was face down. using my weight to pin her to the carpet I pulled her arms to her sided and tucked them under my shins. While her arms were partially trapped I pulled the latex mask over her head. 

It was a struggle to get the mask over her head but that was by design. The mask had to be tight to do its work. I had to lift her face up to slide it in place and she yelled for help. As the latex stretched, it clung to her head and when I pulled the back together to be zipped Sarah's screams became muffled cries. Sarah's hair was bunched under the mask, and poofed out of the hole at the top. I snapped that button at the top, hiding the zipper. 

The smell of Sarah's hair, the firm from of her body and her soft silken legs were more than I could take. Lisa was just going to have to wait. Sarah struggled to get the mask off her face but with the snap over the zipper she couldn't get it down, and she didn't have the leverage to unsnap it her self. While Sarah struggled with the mask I flipped her over on her back and tore her dress at the bust, splitting the light fabric. Her large breasts were now exposed, tucked into a black lacy bra.

Sarah then groped for me and once her hands found me she tried to push me off or keep me from stripping her further. I yanked her dress down pinning her arms to her sides as I slid it past her mid drift and over her hips. Pulling the torn dress over her hips I found her black panties, the same lacy design as her bra, and clinging to her legs were the tops of her thigh high stockings. 

I slid the dress the rest of the way off her legs, her shoes coming off in the bundle of cloth. The tops of her stockings were wide and just as lacy as her other underthings. The sheer stockings were soft to the touch as I slid my hands back up her legs. Sarah slapped at clawed at me and normally I would have done something about her arms but I was close and I didn't want any more delays. 

Snatching her panties I yanked them down and then free of her legs. Once the panties were gone her pussy was free and I could stop stripping her, and start fucking her. I gripped her ankles and drug her toward me, wrapping her legs around my waist. My penis contacted her trimmed curly bush and pressed against the lips of her pussy.

I let go of her legs and wrangled her wrists, pinning them to the floor. I angled my hips and guided my penis like a steel shaft, probing her pussy so that the head of my shaft started to parting her labia. I bent low so that my mouth was against her ear. Slowly I thrust into her driving my dick in deep. Sarah's juices slowly lubricated my shaft and I worked it carefully in and out of her.

As I built up my momentum Sarah wrapped her legs around me, either because she had given in or because my pelvis slamming into hers was uncomfortable. Again and again I drove myself into Sarah, her legs clinging to me and her breasts bouncing under my thrusts. Sarah struggled to breathe with her nose and the latex mask gripped her lips as she tried to inhale through her mouth. She tossed her head about in a hopeless attempt to be free of my attack.

As I ravished her Sarah slowly stopped struggling. Rhythmic moans came from Sarah as I thrust into her harder. I let go of her wrists and yanked her bra down exposing her nipples. I groped her large left breast and covered her right with my mouth, still thrusting into her. 

With her arms free, Sarah tried to reach for the mask, stopped, tried to push me off, gave up, and then wrapped her arms around me holding on as I fucked her. Sarah's hands on my back, her breasts in my mouth, and her legs sliding up and down my flanks was finally more than I could take and I expoloded in orgasm. 

My head shot back and I thrust into her deeply as I yelled out, unable to contain myself. Sarah rode out the storm and when I was done lay on her back still, breathing quickly through her nose. I pulled out of her and as I did took a hold of one of the stockings tops, pulling it off her leg. I flipped Sarah onto her chest and pinned her arms to the small of her back. I bound Sarah's arms together with her own stocking. 

Once her arms were secured I pulled the other stocking off her leg and tied up her ankle. I stretched the other end of the stocking and looped it around her arms then back to her ankle, stretching the nylon to it's limit. When the knot was finished I gave Sarah a hard slap on her bare ass and left her on the floor, struggling in her half hog tie.

I walked back into the bedroom and got on the bed. Lisa was still blindfolded and waiting patiently. I took Lisa by the ankles and lifted her legs up and over my shoulders. Kneeling in front of her and bending forward I plunged my face into her muff, viciously sucking and licking on her pussy. Lisa took in a sharp breath and then squealed "OH MY GOD!" Her legs pulled on my back pressing me closer. I lifted up to look at her heaving chest and reached out to pinch her nipple hard.

"I didn't say you could make noise yet." I admonished.

Lisa bit down on her lip and held back as pinched her. Letting go of her teat I buried my face back into her crotch and Lisa writhed under me trying not to make a sound. Lisa did her best but an abrupt squeak escaped her lips every now and then as I assaulted her clitoris with my tongue. In punishment I worked on her vagina harder.

While I licked her my right hand fondled and teased her breasts as my left hand groped her silky stockinged thigh. Lisa would hold her breath trying to stay quiet, then burst out with deep breathes for air only to clamp her lips shut and try again. I looked up and said "Okay, let it out. I don't want you to pass out."

Lisa let out with a burst of breath, moaning loudly. The more I worked on her the more her squeaks turned into screams. If she wasn't yelling "Oh my God!" she was screaming "OOOH YES!" I knew I was missing out last time.

She pulled hard on her wrist restraints and the small zip tie gave way snapping her free of the bed. Lisa reached down with her bound hands and gripped my hair tightly, pulling me toward her. I continued to lick and suck on her honey wet pussy, extracting more screams from her as she writhed on her bed.

Leaving her muff I sat up and roughly flipped Lisa over, manhandling her into a elbows and knees position. Sliding my legs inside hers I aligned my shaft and thrust into her. Lisa let out a sharp cry of surprise which turned to one of pleasure as I gripped her hips and started thrusting into her hard. My loins slapped into her ass and the bed rocked as much as Lisa's body. I had picked up such a pace that it was all Lisa could do to just hold on to the bed sheets and ride out the storm. 

Slowly I slowed down and keeping my self deep inside her reached forward to cup her breasts in my hands. I made short sharp thrusts as bent over her until my mouth was near her neck. Clamping my lips down on her soft skin I sucked in hard. Lisa tried to shy away and yelped but I pressed down on her with the weight of my body, collapsing her to the bed.

Lisa's arms were stretched out in front of her, still bound by rope, her thighs flat against the bed. Her silky claves had wrapped up around the back of my legs and she held still as I finished my love bite. Gripping her tightly with hands and mouth I continued my short thrusts until I was sure I had left a good mark. Finally I released her to see the deep purple bruise on her neck. 

I got off her, pulling out my shaft and knelling at the end of the bed. I slid my hands along her legs until I had a hold of her ankles. I pulled her feet up to my shaft.

Lisa knew what I wanted and her feet closed over my dick. Her arches cupped the base of my shaft and her toes pointed. I let go of her ankles and Lisa slid her feet up and down my penis. Her feet let go of me for a moment. Her left foot moved to my ball sack, her toes tickling my base, while the toes of her right foot slid slowly along the base of my shaft.

I gasped involuntarily as her silky feet caressed me. I caught her lips forming a smile at her small victory. Abruptly I snatched her left stocking top and yanked the stocking off her leg, the garters snapping back. I got off the bed and slid the stocking over my dick.

Lisa lay there, confused, until I took her by the hair and brought her up to her knees. He mouth was open in pain and I stuffed my nylon shaft into her mouth. I still gripped her hair as Lisa sucked me through her own stocking.

I pushed into her deeply and Lisa took it, fighting her gag reflex. I let go of her head and allowed her to freely suck my cock. Her tongue massaging me over her stocking became too much and I came into her mouth. The stocking spared her the need to swallow since I wasn't pulling out. When I was done I extracted myself and pulled the stocking off. 

"Can you get out of that rope?" I asked, discarding the stocking.

"I think so." She breathed.

"Go untie your roommate. She can help you get out. And tell her thigh high stockings are okay, but next time I want her in true stockings with a garter belt." Lisa sat still on the bed as I put my clothes on and walked out of the bedroom. 

Sarah was still struggling where I had left her. I knelt down to run my hands over her body. She froze as I groped her breasts, then her legs. "Well, I'd better go." I said as I ran my hands over her silky leg. "Or I may just have to fuck you again." With a final slap on her ass I walked out of the small house and drove home.




Big Game Hunter Vol. 15



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Julieanne, I have your message. I think I'll write it as a stand alone story. If you could send me some more details it would be great. 

Susan, your story is next.



Big Game



'En was so proud of her sister. She was fortunate indeed to be blessed by a family who made love so often and so loudly. She hoped that she too would match them in passion when she was married. She stroked her clitoris as she watched Nuna'en push his prick in and out, in and out, of 'Enya'a's cunt. And however wide that cunt was, big enough for a whole fist, as 'En had already discovered, that prick was still not in to the shaft. At least not at first. But as 'En's crotch became wetter and her fingers ached more with her feverish masturbation, that prick gradually slid deeper and deeper into her sister. And then. The moment the spirits blessed. An explosion of creamy pale sperm trickled out of her sister's cunt, down the length of Nuna'en's prick, clearly visible on 'Enya'a's black and Nuna'en's lighter brown pubic hair.

At last, the couple were collapsed on each other, panting and breathing heavily as they recovered from their exertions. Nuna'en's prick flopped onto his hairy thigh and 'Enya'a's arms clung around his muscular shoulders. 'En continued to masturbate, but slowly and without the intent of achieving orgasm. She loved Nuna'en's strong muscular body. The thick hair on his arms, chest and legs. The thick brown hair, now combed and straight, like the men of her village. The scar from an aurochs horn across his cheek. The tooth-marks from a leopard on his shoulder. But more than the blessings of nature and the trophies of hunting, it was the penis that 'En loved most. Even limp, it was bigger than many men's penis was erect.

At last she made the announcement that her beating heart had made so difficult for her. It was not an easy announcement to make. It was one she could only ever make once in her life. And then after that, she could never do it again. "I have spoken to my mother and I have her approval and blessing. I want to marry you, Nuna'en. I want to be your wife and to bear children."

'En was rather disappointed by Nuna'en's reaction. It was scarcely the one of unalloyed joy that she'd expected from such a momentous announcement. In fact, he seemed rather puzzled. His words were even more puzzling, not assisted by his clumsy articulation and his ignorance of so many of the subtle nuances of genital manipulation. 'En left him with tears just beginning to well. Surely, she wouldn't be dishonoured by a rejection. That had never happened in all history. But then neither had there ever been a visitor from over the seas before. She managed to say that her mother wanted to see him that evening. And she gave him the traditional blessing for such meetings, that they would fuck long and hard, and produce much semen.

And then she ran down the ladder, and her legs carried her to the sand dunes at the beach where she could sit and weep. This was so much harder than she'd thought. She'd expected Nuna'en to take her in his strong hairy arms, to shower her in kisses, to invite her to stroke and suck his penis. Even perhaps to push a finger up her anus, the only hole he could so penetrate before marriage. Instead he uttered words whose meaning was muddled and uncertain. She gazed at the sea, where sea cows were grazing and sea gulls were squawking over the floating carcass of a porpoise. The sea and her fingers on her crotch were her only comfort as she thought of a life after rejection. Could she ever find another man who she'd want to marry as much as she had Nuna'en? Most of the older men were already married, and she always much preferred older men to those of her own age. Much more mature. A body that had experienced many years of lovemaking. How could she bear to lose her virginity to anyone who had not fucked at least a hundred times? And the only two men who were not married – well, it was known that they were very nearly married to each other and that their sperm would never produce another generation.

Nuna'en was actually rather more puzzled than anything else. He'd told 'En as best he could that he'd think about it, and that he would discuss it with the other men in the village, slightly disconcerted by the girl's boldness. In his village, it was the man who chose a wife. And for this he would always seek the approval of the chief. If the chief assented, then the wife to be had no choice but to assent. Refusal would lead to exile or even stoning. This was how Nuna'en had expected it to be. Marriage had been on his mind, as it had always been before his exile. But here there seemed almost no point. Marriage was no bar to fucking whoever you liked, wherever and whenever you liked. And indeed, all the women already seemed to be married, even though they seemed to spend no more time with their husbands than with any other man.

He was rather surprised by 'Enya'a's reaction. When she saw her sister leave, she burst into a wild fury, throwing wooden bowls and sticks at him. "How could you?" she was saying angrily, the first angry voice he'd heard since his exile. "She is my sister. Her father, my father, is the village shaman. You bring shame to us all!" She picked up her quagga skin pelt and wrapped it around her shoulders. "You will see my mother this evening. You will apologise for your cruel and thoughtless behaviour. And perhaps if my mother is feeling generous. And her cunt has been well penetrated. And your prick fucks her well. Perhaps then, she may relent and let you marry my sister."

Nuna'en was left alone in the hut. He had clearly behaved badly, but he wasn't sure how. These people were very strange. He rested in thought for an hour or so, wondering exactly how he had caused offense. And then, when it seemed that it was evening, the sun low in the sky, he lowered himself out of the hut and strode across the village to 'En's mother's hut. As he walked, he was conscious of the difference in how the people in the village were treating him now. His gaze was dodged. People turned about to avoid passing him. There was none of the friendly penis waving or crotch stroking by which these people usually greeted him. Nor was there the jovial reference to his huge penis, which swang between his legs, and about which he was almost feeling ashamed. These people were such savages. Always fucking each other. Always exposing themselves. How could he have thought that he could have become a member of this tribe?

'Enwa'em, 'En's mother, did not appear to be in a very cheerful mood when Nuna'en entered her hut. She made only a very sour response to his smile, as she reclined on her leopard skin rug wearing a formal lion-skin wrap around her neck and over the top of her huge swollen but now sagging breasts, the nipples dark and brown after years of suckling babies. She frowned at Nuna'en and gestured that he sit down.

"You have brought shame to us. My daughter announced that she wished to marry her and you did not at once agree. You are free, of course, to not marry. You have the right to lead the life of a child, with no responsibility, no children and no duty. But not in this village, of course. Have you really no idea of how much you have upset 'En?"

'Enwa'em had been careful with her words, avoiding genital contact, and articulating slowly. Nuna'en was still not sure of the meaning of all that she said, but he understood that he was in disgrace. "Forgive me," he begged. "I am but a stranger to the ways of your people. Marriage in my village is a matter for the man to decide. Not the woman."

'Enwa'em laughed, despite her anger. "What a bizarre and dangerous concept! How can a man make a decision like that? He doesn't give birth. He doesn't rear or breast-feed children. He just hunts game, builds huts and fucks. If all decisions were left to men, then the world would be one of chaos. There would be fighting amongst people, greed, anxiety, and no cooperation. The world would be a dreadful place to live in. And that most important of decisions, as to who first deflowers a girl and helps to rear her children. That must surely be taken by the girl who is to be married."

Nuna'en bowed his head. He was still very confused. Women making decisions? No chief? Sex expected, rather than forbidden, outside of marriage? 

'Enwa'em leaned over and took Nuna'en's penis in her hand. She squeezed it tightly. "You may choose to leave our village. You can leave now. No one will stop you. You can live with the jackals and the apes. If you wish to remain in the village, then you must beg forgiveness, fuck me until you can fuck me no more and then marry my daughter. The choice is yours. Stay or go?"

Nuna'en felt he had no choice. He had already been exiled from one village. He had no wish to make a habit of it. The world was a large unfriendly place full of predators, evil spirits and demons. "Please accept my apologies. I offer only the excuse of my stupidity and ignorance."

'Enwa'em squeezed Nuna'en's prick a little tighter. "Now fuck me like you have never fucked anyone before!" she commanded.

Forgiveness for Nuna'en was a long time coming. Even after many hours of sex with 'En's mother, the oldest woman he had ever fucked, perhaps fifteen or more years his senior, and undoubtedly a demanding woman. Her breasts might be large and sagging, her waist slack, her buttocks full and sloppy, but neither her passion nor her stamina was lessened by age. Here at least was a cunt that could hold the whole of Nuna'en's prick, but his sperm was to flow more than once as the evening went on. The sex was vigorous, violent, almost joyless. And still 'Enwa'em was not satisfied.

The marriage ceremony with 'En was a more agreeable affair. The whole village sang and danced as Nuna'en thrust into her unbroken hymen, releasing those precious drops of blood which told the world that she was now a married woman and could start bearing children of her own. Her cries of pain were the greater because of the extra size of Nuna'en's penis, but this was considered a lucky sign. The village cheered when his penis emerged, covered in blood and sperm. Almost immediately, women of the village bent on their knees to lick off the blood and sperm from his prick, believing it would improve their fecundity and bring them healthier children. For a moment, all seemed well for Nuna'en.

But even after marriage, forgiveness was a slow process. No woman except 'En or her mother would have sex with Nuna'en for many cycles of the moon, as his shame lessened only gradually. 'En meanwhile had sex with every man in the village, including her father, enjoying the freedom that came with marriage. When she at last bore a child, everyone could see from the skin and hair that although Nuna'en was the official father, the biological father was of the village. Indeed, in this time, Nuna'en had sex rather more often with 'En's mother than with 'En herself. This was not really a punishment. 'Enwa'em was a very good lover. Nuna'en had not known before that a woman could teach him the ways of love, rather than he being the teacher. But part of his lesson was to learn non-exclusivity. 'Enwa'em preferred to fuck with two or more men at the same time, often one penis up her front (usually Nuna'en's) and another one in her anus.

It was only after 'En had given birth, that Nuna'en at last felt that the village had forgiven him for his insensitivity. And when he heard 'En's sister, 'Enya'a, enter his hut, where he was lying next to 'En and her daughter, he knew that at last he could enjoy life as he did in his first few days. 

'En smiled as she watched her husband thrust into her sister, her legs wide and wrapped around his waist, her cries of passion waking the baby who gurgled in pleasure at the fucking in front of her. 'En stroked her baby's cheek. If the baby had not been there she would gladly have joined her husband and her sister in their loud, ecstatic passion. But she had a duty to perform in bringing up her baby. She kissed her baby's cheek and smiled indulgently. At the moment, the fucking her daughter was watching was just a big game for her, but in years to come it would seem to be the most serious thing in the world.