0 comments/ 10290 views/ 0 favorites Distractions By: Mist Fingers slipping along, traipsing, tripping, gliding... discovering folds and spots, ticklish and not. Slowly the groan builds deep in your throat as my tongue seeks your ear, kissing, sucking... fingers still teasing, feather light, just wondering, exploring, learning through touch. My mouth fascinated with your taste, my tongue licking and kissing along jutting bones. Swirling along your smooth chest. I smile into your half-closed eyes, you are enjoying this, while you cannot even comprehend how little I have done... I am curious, I want to see you react, feel your body tense and your hips move, I want to feel your need... I want you to need me while I simply caress your body, I want you to need more, to demand more, but you don't know that. You don't know where this is going, but I am hoping that you can guess.... My fingers snake along your arms, slowly massaging, kissing the soft flesh. Allowing my tongue to draw small spirals on your skin, lightly blowing, and kissing, alternating hot and cold. As I cover you with my body, I just don't want to let go, you pull the covers over us, I am worm, and comfortable, soft and protected... The little hairs on you chest tickle my own, and my hands begin to wonder again... To touch, to explore, drawn to your hip bones, following contour lines, outlines, memorizing shapes and shadows to be put to paper the next morning, but for now it is just the light caressing... the teasing... You have a beautiful body, you have this way of making me ache inside... Deep inside, where you fit so well, and as the thought drives me, I move over you once more, slowly sliding down to meet your body, stretching to fit, to meet in that perfect way, and again I hear the groan building. Do you know how much I love that sound? How difficult it becomes to go slow and sweet, torturing the very hardness I have impaled myself upon? As our bodies meet, I lean forward to claim your mouth, the muscles inside of me doing all of the work, teasing and sucking, pushing and pulling... I can feel you growing, and while my eyes watch your face, drinking in your expressions of pleasure, my mind is seething with my own. My hands slide down your arms, finding your hands tangled in bed sheets, wound and gripping, looking for something to hold, they rise to meet my own and hold tight for a second. Just a second, until they move to quell the quiet torture being slowly inflicted upon your cock. Holding my body to your own you roll over and pull my legs to your shoulders. The rough demands to fuck me uttered from your lips excite me in ways I cannot even explain. You lean forward, my legs framing my face as you kiss my lips and suck my tongue deep in your mouth. My body is warm and shaking, I am so close, so close. I whisper to let you know, a faint smile in your eyes, harder and deeper, I can feel you, and my voice escapes me, becomes an entity of its own as I scream, sounding you name, not caring who or what hears the sound of the passion we have made... ...And it builds, growing, heat and energy, hot and cold, powerful, and so very weak. The lust seeping through my blood, shattering its way trough my mind. My body gripping your own, moving with you, seeking more, wanting you to cum with me, wanting you to share this feeling, and as if my mind willed it so, I feel your body stiffen, your cock throb, and the heat spread within me. "...Oh god baby, how do you do that?" you whisper in my ear, and as my body curls into meet you, I can't help but to think that you haven't seen anything yet. I somehow got distracted along the way. Distractions I am sitting at my desk as you walk by first thing in the morning. You reach out and grasp me firmly by the hair and pull my head back, placing your lips on mine. Your touch sending electric sexual pulses through my body. You lean in and tell me that you want me NOW. You firmly grip my arms and lead me into the bedroom, as you take and rip my clothes from me. You head drops as you take my nipple into your mouth. As I moan out and I grip your head, as run my nails down your back. You take and place your hands between my thighs and let your finger probe into my wetness. You tell me how warm and moist I am, as you take your finger out you place it to my lips and gently press it in. Taste nice doesn't, I reply, "yes." You take and pick up my body, lay me back, not on the bed, but on the stairs, thrusting my legs apart and placing your mouth over my wanting moistened pussy. Slowly you let your tongue slide in and begin its assault on my throbbing swollen clit. I arch my back and begin to moan, as my legs tighten around your head. You take and push a finger inside of me as your tongue flicks quickly across my clit. You tell me that you know I am not going to try and release without your permission. I let out a low whimper as I respond no Master. You keep your mouth firmly pressed against my womanhood, as you take and let your hands reach and firmly grasp my breast. I let out low whimpers, almost in a beggin manor. You tell me that you believe I have waited long enough and tell me that I have your consent to release. My body begins to thrash about and I take your hair in my hands and hold tightly, letting my screams of pleasure out. Call out over and over, as wave after wave takes over my body. As my body regains it composer and I start to come back to reality, you tell me that I was right, I did taste amazing. You tell me now it is my turn you please you and I best make sure that I do no less than you you know to be my best. I position myself between your legs, you hands roughly gasping my hair, as I take and begin to let my tongue flick across the tip of your cock, Tasting the precum and licking it all off, as I make my way a little further down your shaft. My hands begin to wander about as I place one on your erect nipple and the other underneath your balls, both hands caressing sensitive parts of your body. My mouth works it way to the bottom of your shaft and I feel your member begin to swell more. I move my hands and firmly gasp your ass, as you take and thrust your cock further and further into my mouth. You hands now firmly gasping my hair and you hold my head in place while your passions build. I take one hand and begin to caress my nails down the crack of your ass and back up the underside of your balls, making a slow trail back and forth, sometimes lingering to massage your balls. Your thrust becoming more fierce, while you balls begin to tighten, I ready myself as you take and grasp my head back and begin to pump you erection yourself . Harder and faster you pump releasing like an explosion. You moan and groan out, your eyes roll back into your head. You release your cum all over and about my breast and face. Then telling me to make sure I clean myself well and not missed a drop. You release me telling me that was a job well done. I am told to position myself on all fours in front of you. You stroke your cock to regain your stiffness. Running your hand up and down my cunt, rubbing my juices all over my my outter lips. You take and immedentily start thrusting, grasping my hips and pounding your throbbing cock into my waiting cunt over and over. Your balls slapping again and again into my swollen clit. You reach and grasp one of my breast squeezing it. I scream out from the sheer pleasure. Our moans filling the room. I thrust and grind myself against you. Our pleasure building to that awaited climax and release. You take me by the hair pulling my head back. You cock begin to swell as the muscles in my cunt massage it and begin to clench down.You reach and slap my ass hard telling me if I knew what was best that I would wait for your release, and if you seen fit that you let me have pleasure as well. I arch my back, and I begin to quiver and shake. Holding back my passions as best as I can, while your throbbing cock plunges deeply into my swollen cunt. Your massive cock not begin able to take any more you erupt and fill my cunt with you juice, as your pelvis is slamming into me. You're grasping my ass keeping my body in control as your thrusting continues you tell me to release NOW. All at once the orgasm hits me almost convulsing my body. Our bodies settle and we begin calm down. We lay on the bed in each other arms. You tell me that you are pleased with me, and that I have done a good job. That you wil let me lay with you for now as we start to drift off into a blissful sleep. Distractions I was washing the dishes one day. I'm Christina by the way. When my girlfriend Courtney walked in the room completely naked. She pressed herself against my back as I continued to do dishes she kissed my neck and raised the back on my shirt so she could press her bare 32b breasts against my back causing me to shiver. I tried to finish doing the dishes but she wouldn't stop nibbling my ear whispering how she wanted me. She had me the moment she slide a hand down my pants inside my panties and start to softly stroke my clit kissing my neck the whole time but I tried to pretend that I was still doing the dishes. She kept it up rubbing my clit and kissing my neck my hips started to move to her fingers and within seconds my thick creamy juices were leaking into my panties. Feeling weak-kneed washcloth still in hand I came in my panties my creamy juices flowing into my panties. As soon as I could support myself I dropped the cloth in the sink and turned to her kissing her as deep and passionately as I could. Once we broke the kiss she toke my hand and lead me to the living room where she laid me down one the couch. She laid down beside me and we started kissing again with her free hand she open my legs which I more then willingly spread for her hand went back down my pants and panties stroking my clit at first then move to push 2 fingers deep inside my dripping creamy pussy deep as she could slowly moving them in and out causing me to moan into her mouth. As her fingers moved in and out of me I started moving my hips to her finger meeting them as they were thrust deep inside me moaning louder as she started to finger me faster causing me to cum again hard my juices leaking around her fingers onto my panties soaking through them now. Courtney slowed her pace so I could calm and as I did I whispered to her you love when I cum in my panties don't you. She whispered back yes. And then proceeded to take my pants off. Then she looked down at my panty-covered crotch to see my panties sticking to me completely soaked through she smiled. Then leaning down she started sucking my pussy through my panties making me push to her mouth. I started to moan her name loudly loving every moment of it. She started to suck harder pushing her tongue into my panties causing my panties to push inside me I came hard my juices going right through my panties into her mouth pushing to her hard moaning loudly not able to control myself. As I calmed down once again I told her to straddle my face I wanted her pussy so bad by this point I could not contain it anymore. As she straddled me I pulled her down making my tongue fall over her clit licking and sucking it like a wild woman. A moment later she looked down at me and said I have to pee hold on. But instead of letting her go I gripped her tighter and suctioned over pee hole and sucked hard causing her to pee right into my mouth. Drinking her golden nectar down every last drop. I continued to lick her pussy within seconds after that I had her Cumming hard and wildly into my mouth my tongue stuck deep inside her taking all her juices inside of me. As she calmed she looked down at me and said ohhhhhhh didn't know you could be so nasty. I just smiled back up at her and continued tongue deep inside her pussy licking sucking taking all I could with greed till I had her Cumming again drinking her down again. Letting her calm she moved back to laying beside me. As we lay there we kissed holding each other close whispering how much we loved each other. Soon after we fell asleep. Not waking till we heard a knock on the door waking us. As we awoke to the door being knocked on I got up and put on my pants. Walking to the door I could still feel my panties were soaked and sticking to me. I answered the door as Courtney covered herself with a near by blanket. I was surprised to see it was our neighbor's daughter Lisa 18 and a beauty and to this point Courtney and I assumed she was straight. She stood there fidgeting for a moment then said I heard you 2 through a open window and I kind of got turned on by what you were doing. Did you I said as I watched her fidget. She said well I actually played with myself a bit and once you 2 were done I umm wanted to come over but it toke me a bit to work up the courage. I looked over at Courtney and she uncovered herself telling me yes invite her in. I told Lisa to come in. she walked in and right away her eyes were fixed on Courtney naked body. Courtney spread her legs to give Lisa a better view. I walked up behind and whispered into her ear do you see something you want. She just nodded silently. At that I toke her hand and lead her over to Courtney laying their spread eagle for her. Courtney reached down between her legs and spreads herself open looked at Lisa and said want a taste. Lisa blushed and nodded yes. I moved behind her again and whispered go-ahead lick her pussy. At that she moved down between her legs moving inches away from her pussy she stuck out her tongue and started timidly licking Courtney pussy. I leaned in and whispered in her ear lick deep inside her she loves that. Lisa slowly slides her tongue deep inside Courtney. Now wiggle it I told her. She did so with in a couple of minutes she had Courtney Cumming in her mouth for the first time. Lisa did not move but instead drank her juices down. As I watched Lisa licking my girlfriend I toke my pants back off and fingered my pussy on a near by chair watching. I came a few times my panties beyond soaked now. As I watched. Courtney had Lisa pants and panty less and straddling her face as she eats and Lisa young and fresh pussy her tongue deep with in Lisa moaning and moving wildly to Courtney tongue. Lisa started Cumming hard on Courtney tongue. Soon after Lisa feel limp laying there motionless catching her breath. I moved to her side asking her how she enjoyed that. She looked at me smiled and said she would be back tomorrow for more but she wanted me next. I smiled back at her and told her that was very possible. As she got up I toke off my panties and gave them to her. She smile held them up to her noise and inhaled deep and left after getting dressed. Once gone I laid down with Courtney and we went back to sleep not waking till the next morning. I got up before Courtney and finished the dishes and then laid back down with her till she awoke. Distractions Hey everyone. I'm at it again, and this time, the story was finished before I posted chapter 1. Enjoy Distractions Gavin grabbed my ponytail and tilted my head back to meet his face. The look in his eyes was intense. "Is Wilson watching?" There had to be a reason for this…right? The look in Gavin's eyes shifted as he grunted. I wasn't sure if it was an Ungh or an Unhuh but his hips stilled and the sound of pool balls clacking together pulled him out of his trance. I watched his jaw clench. I was guessing Wilson had looked away. Gavin untangled himself, picked up his shot and downed it. He looked at me for a second his expression unreadable. As quickly as it came, it disappeared and I watched as the cocky tilt to his lips returned. The thought of what those lips did to me sent a tingle to my panties. Casually he draped his arm over me again. I couldn't take this anymore. After taking the shot, I managed to get out from under his arm and away from him. Being so close to him was making me flustered, and I couldn't stop thinking about the damn kiss. Who knew my best friend would kiss me like that of his own volition? My lips were still tingling and my heart was still beating erratically. Kissing Wilson never felt anything like that before. The thought startled me. My lips were still on fire, but that doesn't mean anything, right? He was, for lack of a better tactic, just trying to help me out. And it worked. Boy did it work; I couldn't even remember my own name. What the hells gotten into him? I groaned again as I hoped my brother didn't see it. Where is he, anyway? The alcohol started to catch up with me and I figured I was as drunk and confused as I wanted to be and started looking around for my brother. "He's in the corner with the redhead," Gavin materialized out of nowhere nearly causing me to jump out of my skin. I turned toward where Gavin was pointing and sure enough, my brother was in the corner with a redhead. He had an amazing knack for picking up women in a bar. "What time is it?" I didn't really ask anyone in particular, so no one answered. Feeling sleepy, I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and pressed the side button lighting up the display. 2:47am was blinking on the display, and that was all it said. I felt exhausted, confused and I wanted to go home. The kiss with Gavin was still replaying repeatedly in my mind. As I started to walk towards the door I felt a hand wrap around my arm. "Don't think so kiddo." I hate when he calls me that. "Will you leave me alone? I'm going home." I could feel the tears beginning to gather behind my eyes. Remarkable how he could slip right back into his old routine after kissing me like that. "Not alone you're not. Just wait here a minute." My insides seized at the thought of being alone with him. I nodded my head and waited until Gavin disappeared into the crowd before I continued out the door. Last thing I needed was for him to see me crying. I hate crying, its useless and it doesn't solve anything, but when I drink, emotions aren't always the most controllable things. I wiped the spilled tears from my cheeks, jammed my hands in my pockets, and started to wobble towards the door. I just wanted to get into my apartment before Gavin noticed I wasn't waiting by the door. The rush of the cold night air shocked my hot skin, adding to the disorientation I felt. I could hear heavy footsteps pounding the pavement behind me and I didn't think it could be anyone else but Gavin. "Didn't I tell you to wait?" He asked irritated as he ran up beside me. Focusing on my shoes as I tried to put one foot in front of the other, I answered, "Do I ever listen?" Gavin sighed and fell into step next to me. We walked in silence nearly all the way home until either he got sick of the silence or he caught a glimpse of my face in the street light. "Wanna talk about it?" "Nope." Gavin, even though he was my best friend, was the last person I wanted to share my thoughts with. It was times like these I wished I had a best friend of the same sex. Gavin wouldn't understand how I was feeling, and he'd trivialize everything, only making me feel worse. "He was an asshole, you know. I don't know why you think otherwise." Wilson was the same age as Gavin and my brother, so I knew they were probably right when they talked about Wilson, but I'd be damned if I was going to admit they were right. "I thought I said I didn't want to talk about it." I pulled out my keys fumbling for the right one when Gavin took them from me and opened the door. "I'm just saying, I think you are better off." Who the hell does he think he is? How would he know if I were better off? He's never been in a relationship longer than fourteen days. But I bit my tongue and tried to keep my mouth shut. "Thanks for the sound advice, but next time keep it to yourself. Goodnight." I tired to shut the door but Gavin easily pushed past me, closed and locked the door. I threw my hands up in protest. "I can't go back to my place, that's where your brother is taking the redhead, so it looks like I'm spending the night." Nobody bothered to ask me anything anymore. I hated when my brother brought random girls to our apartment, so if he was going to bring someone home, he would take them to Gavin's place and Gavin would sleep here. It's always awkward in the morning when the girl is in my brother's clothes rummaging through my refrigerator looking for food. I marched into my room and shut the door. As I began peeling off my clothes, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What was it about me that made Wilson not want me anymore? The more I thought about it, the sadder I got, the sadder I got, the angrier I got. Angry with myself for being such an idiot and falling for a guy like Wilson. Angry because Gavin kissed me and it was what I always wanted, but it didn't mean anything. Involuntarily my fingers found their way to my lips. He did kiss me didn't he? But that was just to get back at Wilson, right? Not really thinking, I tore out of my room and rushed into the living room. The sight of Gavin unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his hard white chest stopped me dead in my tracks. I blinked hard trying to remember what it was that had me in this room in the first place. "What's goin on?" Not the most eloquent thing I could have said, but it was a start. Where do you want me to start? Was the look he had plastered across his face. "For starters, you have no clothes on." My face heated. I looked down, he was telling the truth. I tired to look like I didn't care I was standing in front of him in my panties and bra, my brain screaming for me to run. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me half naked. "Red is a nice color on you," he said as he tossed his shirt on the couch. In more embarrassment than frustration, I turned on my heels and marched out of the living room. "C'mon Red, I was just kidding." I groaned inwardly. He was not helping the situation. I got into my room, snatched up my tank top, and pulled it over my head. I was reaching for my shorts when Gavin leaned against the doorframe. "Forget it, I'm drunk. Go to sleep," I grumbled. "What's the problem, Red?" Hardly anyone called me by my real name anymore. I clumsily ran my brush through my hair a couple times as he sat down on the edge of my bed and watched me. I didn't say anything. "You looked cute tonight." I rolled my eyes. Cute? Cute? He never commented on what I looked like. I never thought he noticed. "I'm drunk Gavin, not an idiot." He was just trying to make me feel better. I would feel a lot better if he weren't in my room sitting on the edge of my bed with no shirt on. That would make me feel a whole lot better. I was starting to get hot. Sure, we've been in this position before. He's been in my room, even slept in my bed, sometimes with no shirt on, but for some reason this was different. As I was walking past him to get into bed, he tugged on my arm and I fell onto the bed next to him. He sat just looking at me, and I could feel my insides starting to clang together. The room starting spinning and I wanted him to kiss me. Gavin licked his lips and studied my face. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, but my stomach lurched and that was the last thing I remember. Distractions Another Thursday night has spent itself. I'm minding my own business, having just finished stripping and posing in front of the bathroom mirror in order to more productively floss and brush my teeth. I'm bent over to rinse off the day's makeup when a rustling then a scuffling from the doorway behind me mingles with the sounds of trickling and splashing. The movement behind me settles, and the next thing I know there's a silent tongue softly lapping at my asshole. I continue to splash my face with warm water to make sure all of the soap is out of my eyes, perhaps two or three more unnecessary splashes to allow for two or three more licks and I turn the water off. The tongue becomes more urgent, wants to ensure my asshole, my pussy, and the skin surrounding both are thoroughly cleansed, wants to taste all of me before I turn around, and when I finally do I see my boy on his knees, hands clasped behind him, looking up at me with big sweet eyes, lips wet, parted and pouting. I put a leg up on the side of the tub, and his well-trained response is to bury his face in my pussy. Below me, he is freshly hairless, having worked for hours on lasering his entire body to make it smooth for me. As he sucks me off, my eyes follow the contours of body; his knees are spread wide open, and his back is arched, showing off his little waist and making his round little ass stick out. He's studied posture and presentation in front of the mirror and knows exactly how to flirt with me. I reach down to squeeze his nipples and his head comes off my pussy, mouth still open in silent pleading, so I spit in it. He licks his lips and squirms. "Do you have something you want to say?" I ask him. "Can I please have your cock? Please, Ma'am? I want it so bad," he whispers. I am a sucker for the tone of his begging, and I instruct him to go get in bed. He turns around and begins to crawl, so I smack his wagging ass. "Hurry up." I follow, watching his slow progression, his tanned body flawless in its early twenties ripeness. I think back to his deflowering the year prior, and my hand reaches down to calm the answering ache in my pussy. My eyes close and my hand lingers until anticipation saturates me. When I get to the bedroom, he's up on the bed on all fours, back deeply arched, ass up in the air waiting impatiently for attention. I get the larger of the two cocks out of the dresser drawer, and when he hears the jingle of the buckles on my harness, he flips over on his back, legs spread wide, eyes wider. "The big one?" he says, and I remind him that I have to use the big one when I'm not wearing any panties. He knows why, and knows better than to argue. He grabs his dick in a semi-defensive impulse (not really in defense though, he starts jerking off). I climb up onto the bed, smack his hand off his dick, and spit in his mouth before shoving the cock in his face. He strains forward to meet it, licks the tip then underneath, then swallows as much as he can, eyes round, tearing up a bit. I pull it out calling him greedy, and spit in his mouth again. I position him where I want him in the center of the bed and begin lubing up my cock, stroking it, jerking myself off as I deny him the pleasure, then I rub the tip against his asshole. He can't take too much teasing, and begins pressing himself onto my cock until it starts to slide in, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. It's a really large dildo, the biggest one I could find that would still fit in a harness, so I start out slow, working it in little by little, before pulling out a few inches and shoving it back in a bit rougher, then I pull out again and slam back into him. He lifts his hips into the air and takes all of it, eyes squeezed shut, moans and yelps escaping between obscenities. He knows he has to take it like this, knows how to angle his body so my clit can slam my dick into him properly, so I can come inside him. Moments turn into a few blurry minutes and my orgasm has him worked into a frenzy. Refocused, I squeeze his nipples tightly in my fingertips, and as if on cue he says, "Oh fuck, your dick is so big, it makes me want to come so bad, can I come please, Ma'am? Please can I come?" I give him permission to come, but I don't let go of his nipples. I want him to feel everything as much as possible, and I continue ramming the huge cock in and out, as come sprays his stomach. I slowly pull out and, good boy that he is, he immediately scoops up the come with his fingers and licks them clean before rolling over onto his side. "Thank you, Master," he says. About ten seconds later he's fast asleep, just as I remember I had forgotten to put moisturizer on my face after washing it. "Distractions," I mutter to myself, as I head back to the bathroom to finish my bedtime rituals. Distractions Author's note: This series is devoted to my wife, for whom it was originally written. It is both a history of our sexual life as well as my means of sharing our fantasies, with alterations to names and times to protect our friends, but both the fantasy and reality are/were spectacular enough to warrant sharing with others. **This is a stand-alone story**. As it stands, it is the sixth in the series. This one differs from the others in that it is entirely fictional, describing a fantasy I had of my wife. Enjoy. ----------------- There she was again: my beautiful wife, sucking another man's cock. Slowly taking him in and out of her mouth, her moaning muffled while she closes her eyes and speeds up her tempo. I watch as his breathing shortens and he leans his head back; her eyes open and she looks briefly into my eyes before looking up at his face. She takes him deep twice more before leaning back on her haunches with her mouth open, smiling, cupping his balls with one hand and lightly stroking with the other. The man is overwhelmed, and cums in long ropes into her mouth and on her face. She leans in, still smiling and softly moaning as his convulsions taper off, and sucks the last few drops from the tip of his cock. Adding it to the copious amount already in her mouth, she swirls it around as she looks back at me, finally letting her mouth hang open as she slowly pushes the load out with her tongue, and I watch as the cum flows down her chin, onto her perfect breasts... I snapped out of it and returned to reality, looking around to see if anyone noticed my mental absence. These midday fantasies were getting out of hand; I was sitting at my desk in the middle of a high-traffic office with no cubicle to hide behind. Fortunately everyone else was in the middle of planning our next training evolution and hadn't noticed my vacant expression and lack of production. Or maybe everyone just expected to that from me, har-dee har har. Either way, time to get busy before someone looked up from their own desk and started asking questions, and meanwhile I hoped no one asked me to retrieve something for them in the next ten minutes, because flight suits don't hide erections very well. I made it through the rest of the day without incident and published tomorrow's flight schedule with reasonable efficiency, leaving me time to hit the gym before going home. My fantasy from earlier was largely forgotten, at least to my conscious mind, but I certainly felt some energy to burn off after four straight days of bitch work and no flying. Pulling out of the parking lot, I floored it down the street to get away from the hangar before someone found something more for the New Guy to do before going home for the night. I can't really turn my cell phone off in case something serious comes up, but I can at least beg off on most shit by proximity after 5 o'clock. The feeling is like when you are racing to catch a light before it turns, and you are in that zone where if it turns yellow you will run the red light but only just. I whipped into the parking lot and pulled into a spot near the back. I grabbed my duffel bag and headed into the gym. I changed out of my flight suit into shorts and a sleeveless tee (a small concession to my vanity) and headed into the weight room. I was surprised to see it was deserted, then remembered it was Friday--people with social lives have much better things to do than go to the gym on a weekend night. Right. That would not include me. After this boring week my energy level was high, and I was able to push a little more weight than usual. I'm not a meathead, but my profession requires fitness, and I keep myself about where I was playing 2nd Base in college: strong but quick. Even after completing my sets, however, I still felt like a hamster in a cage, so I made my way over to the treadmills. The room was still empty, so I started one of the machines and took off my shoes. I never really enjoyed running until I discovered going barefoot, but I respect that some people get weirded out by running without shoes or socks on public equipment. But if no one is here to see me do it, did it really happen? I was cruising at a good pace, more or less tuned in to ESPN on one of the wall TVs when I felt a presence at my side. I glanced down at a pretty strawberry blonde smiling up at me. "Hey, Captain, I saw you come in earlier while I was in the basketball gym," she said, smiling up at my while she wiped down the treadmill next to mine. "What's going on, Kendra? I didn't think anyone else was here." "Oh, you're ignoring me? I'm no one to you? After all I've done for you?" "And what have you done for me, sweet Kendra? How have I wronged you in ignorance?" "Don't be cute," she pouted and started counting off with her fingers, "I say 'Hi' to you every time you come in, I make sure all the machines are clean, I even emptied the place tonight so you could have it all to yourself." She gestured to the empty weight room. I laughed. "Oh, this was your doing? The weekend had nothing to do with it?" She stood with her hands on her hips and gave me a defiant look of 'prove I didn't.' I noticed her polo was unbuttoned and could almost see her cleavage. It was quite alluring. "Speaking of which, why are you here and not out teasing the crap out of some frat boy?" "Hmph. Maybe because I'd rather tease you, Captain." She wrinkled her freckled nose at me and turned, walking with a little bounce in her step that immediately drew my eyes to her fabulous ass, clad in tight cloth shorts that extended all of two inches past her buttcheeks. All of the sexual energy from earlier came rushing back, and my mind was overwhelmed with images of those shorts around her ankles, her polo on the floor, me coming in from behind...I made it another quarter mile before it got to be too much. I stood with my feet to the sides, willing my little scout to calm down. After five minutes I gave up, and I threw on my shoes and quickly made my way out to the front. Kendra was behind the desk and looked right at my crotch as I passed. So much for discretion. I tried to be casual as I threw the towel into the basket next to her. "Well, that's it for me, have a good weekend." I walked into the locker room to retrieve my bag. I took a quick drink from the water fountain and made my way back to the scale. I took off my shoes and shirt, and after a short debate dropped my shorts. I'd never done that before when weighing myself, but in the back of my mind I knew the only other person in the building was Kendra, and I felt a little thrill in stripping down to my boxer briefs. I half turned to kick my shorts off to the side and saw her standing in the entryway. I froze for a second, then stood up straight and returned her frank appraisal. Something in the way her eyes set kept me from saying anything. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, clearly mulling something over. Finally, her mind found its course. "Y'know, I flirt with you all the time, wear sexy little shorts for you, volunteer to work on Friday nights because I know you'll be here, and make it a point to leave at least one sexually suggestive hint every time we talk. I can see it is having the desired physical effect" --she looked pointedly at the tent in my underwear-- "but I still haven't had the intended...consequences." She pushed herself of the wall and slowly sauntered toward me. "Now, I've seen your cute little wife in here with you, and even spoken with her when she has been in here by herself. She clearly doesn't mind that I flirt with you; I'm even starting to think she enjoys it. But," she was now standing before me and looking up into my eyes with her light blues. I could definitely see her cleavage now. "Up until now I couldn't really decide if I wanted to keep it just a game or actually follow through. I enjoy flirting with you, making sexy comments and unbuttoning my shirt for you; you're a good-looking guy and fill out that flight suit very nicely...but I've never had a thing for married men." She reached up and traced a finger down my arm, following it with her eyes. "But maybe...maybe I want to..." She said this last part quietly, almost to herself. Her finger reached my wrist and paused, unsure of where to go. My eyes were locked on her face while my nerves registered every cell of her fingertip. The hesitation drew out for a second, then her finger softly moved to my hipbone and slowly traced above the elastic band. Her hand stopped above my crotch, and my now fully-enraged penis strained against the boxer briefs to spring up into her oh-so-close grasp. With her eyes fixed on my offering she started swaying back in forth, as if dancing to a tune in her head, her hand floating just beyond contact. At last she looked up, still swaying, toying with me as a smile spread across her face. "Yes, I think I do. So you need to find out, Captain, if your sexy little wife will share you. Because I want to play." With that last word, her finger dropped between my legs and then quickly ran up the underside of my dick, causing me to involuntarily shudder and take in a quick breath. Her smile broadened and she blushed slightly. "Oh yes...I do indeed," she said breathily, then turned and quickly walked out, her ponytail bouncing and ass swaying. When enough blood returned to my brain a couple minutes later, I gathered up my clothes, dressed, and walked out to my truck as if in a daze. I made it all the way to my driveway before I realized I had forgotten my duffel bag. ------- I walked into my house and made a beeline for the back office, where I could hear Tori moving things around. Her current project was rearranging the closets in the house, and I walked in on her moving a box of sewing supplies. She was wearing yoga pants and a teal and black sports bra, and her black hair was tied up in a ponytail. She put down the box and stood up, smiling to me. "You were distracting me again, today," I said, cutting off her greeting. She tilted her head to the side, then smiled as she realized what I was saying. "I see...what was I doing this time?" "You were giving some other guy a blowjob. It was very sexy." " 'Some other guy?' No one we know?" I hesitated for a second before shrugging. She caught the pause, however, and verbally began moving in as she physically did the same. "Are you sure it wasn't someone we know? Arick, maybe?" She stood in front of me and began running her hand over my untouched yet much-abused cock. She caught the twitch when she mentioned my boss' name. "I see," she said in mock seriousness. "Were you so distracted you had to excuse yourself?" "No," I replied, my breath getting short. "Oh, good, this is all mine then. What was I doing?" she asked as she slunk to her knees, pulling my shorts down as she went. She started kissing my rock-hard member through my underwear. "You were deepthroating him while I watched. You were obviously enjoying it, and he sure as hell wasn't putting up a fight." "I should hope not...I would give him my very best. Would you like me to do that for you right now? Show you my best?" I brushed her cheek and took a grip on her ponytail. "I've been waiting for it all day." "Keep telling me about it while I..." she expertly freed my cock and dropped my underwear to the floor before slowly taking the head of my penis in her mouth. I sighed deeply and lolled my head back; Tori knows how to give head, plain and simple. She paces herself, uses her tongue, and loves to play with my balls. Wonderful multitasker. "You were on your knees in front of him, humming and licking his balls, tickling the side of his legs with your fingers. As he got close you pulled back and jerked him off," I had to pull her off before I came. "You stroked until he came on your face and in your mouth." "Hmmm, that does sound hot...was that it?" "You looked at me and started drooling the cum on your breasts and rubbing it into your nipples." "God, you do have elaborate fantasies at work. Does it make you want to come home and fuck me?" "What do you think I'm in here for?" "I thought you were going to help me move boxes." Feigning annoyance, I stood her up and pulled down her yoga pants, along with the little thong she wore underneath. I pushed her back onto the loveseat and began returning the favor she had recently paid me. Early in our relationship Tori discovered that I am a silent lover. I never realized it; I am always so focused on getting the girl to orgasm that I subconsciously muted myself so that I could better listen for the subtle nuances in my partner's voice that indicated I was succeeding. At first she found it odd, but once she understood my intentions she happily filled the silence with dirty talk, both to enhance our pleasure and explain in words rather than intonations what I should do to push her over the brink. "So you want me to suck Arick's cock? You do? Licking up and down the shaft, fondling his balls, putting my lips around the head and taking it down my throat? Would that turn you on?" We could both tell by the other's more frenzied movement that the fantasy was revving us both up quickly. She continued while I added a finger to my oral ministrations. "I'd want him to cum in my mouth the first time. Then--oh, God, right there--then, I would lie him down and sit on his face until his cock starts getting hard again, then 69 with him--use another finger, Dam--OH! Yes!--then I'd turn around and mount him--" At this, I picked her up and flipped her around so she was kneeling away from me. I grabbed her waist and lined myself up, then pushed until I sank in to my hips. The tight wetness of her snatch enveloped my cock, and I began rhythmically thrusting in and out deeply. Her breathing became vocal and she took a minute to get accustomed to my intrusion before her dirty mind picked up again. "I'd want you to come over and stand by me so I could suck your cock while I ride him. Would you want to double-team me with your boss, Damon? Would you want me to blow you while I fuck him?" "Yes," I growled, "I want to see you fuck him." She started playing with her clit. "Harder, fuck me harder, Damon...I would ride him until he came in me, then suck you off until you came in my mouth. Then I'd walk over to Nikki and share your cum with her..." Mentioning a cum-swapping kiss with my boss' hot wife was far too much for my long-suffering sex drive to handle, and despite my best efforts to get Tori to cum first, I built into a hard, powerful climax and finished deep in my moaning wife. The strength of my uncontrolled thrusting brought her around, however, and she was soon milking me as her vaginal muscles spasmed around my cock. I pulled out as she collapsed on the couch, and I sank down next to her. She rolled over and stretched out with her head in my lap. Her breasts, flattened by the sports bra, nonetheless looked enticing, especially when her green eyes finally reopened. They looked incredibly exotic next to the teal and black. I grinned down at her deferentially. "I didn't realize Nikki was in the fantasy, too...I'm glad you saw her standing in the room." "Of course she was," Tori answered. "She wouldn't leave Arick to be fucked by himself; she would want to be included. And I'd want her to be there, too." "Well, I certainly wouldn't turn her down." Tori giggled. "I didn't think you'd mind." I began playing with her belly. "Yeah, it was pretty blatant today. I was wrapped up in that daydream for at least five minutes." "Did you get caught?" "No, thank God, but it definitely ramped me up for my workout this evening. You should have seen me, babe: I was huge." I flexed my arm and gave her my best Blue Steel. "I'm sure you looked great. Wish I could have been there to show you my approval," she laughed. "Kendra sure did." "Oh yeah? What did she say?" I casually shrugged. Tori's initial reaction had been what I expected: indifference. Kendra and I really did joke around a lot in front of her, so bringing it up was no big deal, but Kendra had certainly upped the ante this evening. I really didn't know how Tori would take it...nor, I realized, did I know what I wanted it to do. But if there was even going to be a chance, I needed to handle this carefully. "The usual innuendo. Also, that she makes an obvious effort to flirt with me and you don't seem to mind." "Of course I don't; you know that. You flirt right back and I don't care. You and I have never been jealous." "I know, and I love that about our relationship. But this," I gestured to what we had just done, "was just playing out a fantasy." "Uh huh." She intoned sarcastically. I smiled back. "Mostly, anyways. And flirting is nothing; hell, it's our favorite form of communication a lot of the time. But this time...well, she followed me into the little boys' room." "Reaallly?" she asked, drawing out the word. She sat up and looked at me. "Were you naked?" "Almost. I was in my underwear about ready to step on the scale when she walked in." "What happened?" Her tone was straight curiosity, a good sign. "Nothing happened; she just made it very clear that she wanted to do more than flirt. But, she didn't want to do it behind your back. She noticed that you don't care about her hitting on me, and I think she interprets that as an invitation, perhaps? Either way, she told me to get your permission before she would do anything." "Before *she* would do anything?" I frowned at her a little. "Tori, I've never cheated on you, nor will I." "So what would you call this, if I okay'd it?" "If you said it was alright, would you feel like I was cheating?" It was her turn to frown. "In the past we always just hooked up with friends. I knew they wouldn't steal you away and that for both of us it was just sex." "Absolutely, which is what this would be. And while Kendra isn't one of our close friends, a) you know it's just about realizing the sexual tension between us, and b) we have the added impetus of being married, now. You're stuck with me, woman, whether you like it or not." "But won't you get in trouble at work for this?" "Who am I going to tell? Who is Kendra going to tell? We have zero mutual friends, and we joined that gym to get away from everyone at work. Jesus, I sound like I'm trying to justify cheating on my coworkers. Look, don't worry about that, it's a non-issue. And you still haven't answered my question. If you trusted me with your friends while we were just boyfriend and girlfriend, does being your husband carry a higher level of trust?" I paused as I thought over. "Wow, am I just being manipulative? I take that back. Basically, what is your gut feeling on this?" That she didn't answer right away more or less negated any instinctual reaction, but I stayed silent and watched her beautiful, thoughtful face. "No...no, you're right. I totally trust you. And I do like Kendra; she seems fun and harmless between you and me." She looked back at me and smiled. "Yeah, go have fun. I want to know all about it. When do you think you will?" "Well, she sort of scared me off and I left my work clothes there, so tomorrow night, I guess?" "You came home that fast because you were scared? It wasn't to wave this thing around in my face?" she impishly asked, reaching for my returning erection. "When you put it that way, B-Cup..." I called her pet name as I reached for her namesakes. "I do put it that way, because I want some more use out of you before I loan you out tomorrow. Now, I think Nikki was wearing black stockings with a garter..." --------- I knew Kendra started her shift at noon, so around two o'clock I called in to ask about my duffel bag. As I hoped, she answered the phone. Distractions "Why, hello, Captain; I do indeed have your gym bag here; what are you going to give me in exchange?" "How about permission?" I replied with inflection. There was a pause before it clicked, then excitedly, "Really?! Okay, come by same time as last night; I'll make sure the place is empty. God, I was thinking about you all night. This should be fun!" -click- Tori had gone out for the day, and sitting by myself in the house watching the clock made the afternoon drag by at a glacial pace. I finally gave up on waiting and left an hour early. I parked in the same spot and walked toward the gym, noting that it looked empty already. I was at first concerned when I noticed the "Sorry, Closed" sign, but tried the door anyway and found it unlocked. I peaked into the weight room and basketball gym; Kendra was nowhere to be found. I made by way toward the back of the gym to the pool but still couldn't find her. I was about to leave when I noticed the sauna was steamed up. I slowly made my way over, debating how I should make my entrance; if it was someone other than her I'd have a hell of a time explaining my presence here. Fuck it, I thought. It could only be her. It wasn't. Well, it was, but not just her. She was sitting on a bench with her back to me, wearing nothing but a towel around her waist. There were hands reaching around from in front of her caressing her spine and shoulders. They were delicate, feminine hands, and very familiar. The other girl mumbled something to Kendra, who looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. "Heya Captain, glad you found your way here...you weren't supposed to be here for awhile yet, but I guess we'll make do. Guess what I found out this afternoon?" I inclined my head, hoping for a glimpse of the other girl, but I couldn't see past Kendra or the steam. I was still gratified, however, when Kendra slowly turned around and faced me. Her breasts sat high on her chest, a full C-cup, with a few freckles like the ones across her nose. She placed her hands the bench by her hips and pushed up, accentuating her breasts and letting the towel fall a little lower down her torso. "I found a beautiful brunette who knows just how to get a girl turned on. Can you imagine who it might be?" She pushed herself upright and made no attempt to keep the towel from falling to the ground. She worked at a gym and it was very clear she used her employee discount to the fullest. Her slim, athletic body was better than I imagined: gorgeous legs, a firm but touchably-soft belly, and beautiful breasts with rosy nipples that even in the heat were hard and ready to be suckled. She walked over towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my face into hers, softly kissing my lips--saying "hey, there" without words--before plunging her tongue into my mouth and pulling me tighter. I responded in kind, momentarily forgetting the other girl until I felt her hands tugging my shirt over my head. "Keep kissing her while I undress you, babe." Of course it was my wife. The little vixen had ruined my plans, but I liked hers better, so I was willing to let it go. As if I ever had a choice. Kendra had not let up her ferocity, and as soon as my shirt was off she rubbed her breasts over my bare chest, and after my pants fell she melded her body to mine, rubbing her moist skin all over the front of my body. Tori, after neatly folding my clothes by the door, did the same to my back, reaching around and fondling the side of Kendra's breasts. I was overwhelmed by the sensation of so much female in such close proximity, and my cock probably grew an inch longer than it ever had in its existence as I felt two pairs of perfect tits slide and press themselves into my body. Tori slid one of her hands down and languidly began stroking my throbbing cock. "Welcome to our little party, my darling. We've been looking forward to your arrival, but you're early and it's not your turn yet. Why don't you sit down and watch for awhile?" I mumbled incoherently into Kendra's mouth, not really hearing her, but the words took meaning when Tori slid around my side and began focusing on Kendra. I could feel Tori's face close to mine, and I opened the closer eye to see my wife tonguing Kendra's ear. Kendra moaned into my mouth, then broke off our kiss to transfer to Tori. I watched, fascinated, as these two sexy Aphrodites aggressively kissed mere inches from my face, intertwining their tongues and switching their heads one way, then the other in an erotic competition for Sapphic dominance. Without thinking about it I began grinding my pelvis into Kendra's hips, which brought a smile to her face as she opened her eyes and briefly looked back at me. "Down, boy," she said with a wicked lopsided grin. She pulled away from me and took Tori by the hand, leading her back to their bench. "Take a seat, Captain, while I take your wife." I floated more than walked over to the bench along the wall, positioning a towel for back support and settling in for the performance. The girls were straddling the bench but still standing, once again locked in a kiss. Tori's fingers were drifting up and down Kendra's ribs while Kendra was tracing designs on Tori's belly. I was surprised to notice Tori was still wearing her bikini; I could have sworn they were naked as they rubbed across my back. No matter; the black material added mystery to the setting. What would Kendra do once it was out of the way? I was dying to find out. On the next upstroke Tori's fingers glided inward, s-l-o-w-l-y dragging themselves along the top of Kendra's toned stomach until it almost looked like she was palming Kendra's breasts. Tori paused, feeling the other girl's breathing heighten in anticipation, before continuing her delicate tracing up the underside of Kendra's perky breasts to the nipples. Kendra flinched slightly, then renewed her kissing with more fervor and a smile as Tori fondled her tits. Watching your wife kiss and touch another beautiful woman is something I would recommend to all, voyeurs and non-voyeurs alike. The eroticism of that moment, seeing my raven-haired wife cupping and toying with Kendra's more-than-a-handful C-cups while kissing her and tonguing the side of her neck, was seared into my memory and has since been a source of inspiration for me in sex, in writing, in loving my wife. While there was much more to that afternoon, the vision of Tori's dexterous attention and oral ministration to Kendra, not even pushing an "R"-rating, carried the most impact to my heart and psyche. I could never possibly love a woman like I loved my wife. The rush of the moment (or perhaps the heat) left me somewhat lightheaded, and I took my cock in hand to bring myself back around. Kendra helped immensely by dropping a hand between my wife's legs, and while I couldn't directly see what she was doing, the way Tori began squirming dispelled any uncertainty. "I think it's about time I saw your body...fully," Kendra said. Tori answered by reaching behind herself and unsnapping her bikini top, shrugging out of it and leaning back slightly on her hands and pushing her chest up to give Kendra unhindered access to my favorite breasts in the world. Kendra wasted no time and began licking and sucking first one, then the other. Her hand continued to work between Tori's legs, and my wife's body glistened as she swiveled her hips and licked her lips, watching Kendra go to work. Without removing her mouth or hand, Kendra gently stood and leaned forward, forcing Tori onto her back. Still standing, she slid her mouth down Tori's belly, eliciting a giggle when she paused to swirl her tongue around Tori's bellybutton ring, finally bringing her tongue to a stop at the hemline of the swimsuit bottoms. I watched as Kendra rocked her hips, slowly brushing her nipples up and down my wife's tanned thighs, still licking her waist teasingly and looking up at her face. Tori was almost panting now in the heat and in her lust, and without looking down, breathed, "Do it." Kendra smiled and began tugging the bottoms. Tori lifted her hips and off they went. Kendra took a moment to settle herself down on the bench, adjusting a towel beneath her and hooking her arms around Tori's legs and reaching up to continue teasing her nipples. I repositioned for a better view; unlike the fingering, this was not something I wanted to imagine rather than see. "Do it," my wife said again, pleadingly, and after another moment of hesitation when she looked over at me, Kendra obliged. She started with a slow, full-tongue lap from bottom to top, and even in the sauna's heat my wife shivered. Kendra did it again, then again, and Tori began moaning before Kendra brought her mouth down around her clit. Tori gasped, then seemed to melt into the bench as the red-haired succubus between her legs flicked and coaxed her clit into full stimulation. Tori moaned louder, and Kendra brought down her hand to join her mouth. Normally Tori needs to be warmed up with one finger, but in her current state and with the moistness of the sauna Kendra didn't even bother and worked her middle and ring finger into Tori's canal, quickly pushing in to the last knuckle. She began working her fingers in and out, and I was rather amazed Tori didn't fall off the bench given how much her body writhed in response to Kendra's manipulations. I decided it was about damn time I got involved and made my way behind Kendra. I placed my hand on her elevated backside, running my palm down one tight butt cheek then up the other. Kendra clucked and looked back at me. "Not so fast, big boy. You'll get your chance with me soon enough; right now, I want to watch you fuck your wife." With that, she unstraddled the bench and faced me. Reaching down, she stroked my cock a few times, then winked at me and stepped back against the wall. "I want to watch you have sex before you do it with me," she said and started sliding a finger up and down her slit. I looked back at Tori, who was also fingering herself. "I want the opposite," she smiled, "I want you to fuck me, then I want to see you with Kendra." I shrugged and grinned; I wanted them both, and could really care less about the order. As ever, the fact that someone was watching me with Tori heightened every sensation. I was feeling her mouth on my cock, but at the same time almost seeing from across the room her mouth move up and down the shaft. Every detail of her face and her body--the stray hairs falling between her eyes, the way her nipples hardened when I pinched them, the delicate pose of her hand as it played with her clit--was brightened like everything had dimmed and her glowing body was the only source of illumination in the room. The narcissist in me wanted to perform for this audience, but more than that I wanted Kendra to see my wife as a supreme sexual vessel--just like I do. I backed away from her mouth and took Kendra's former position astride the bench. Tori was already softly moaning, and I lined up on her visibly wet snatch. With twenty minutes of foreplay that I was present for and who knows how much before that, it much less pressure than usual to slide myself in to the hilt on the first push. Tori grunted and convulsed, moaning deeply. "Ohhhh....fuck me, Damon, please." I bared my teeth as I ground my hips into her. Obviously I needed this as much as she did, but I was determined to keep the upper hand. Being outnumbered, it was really for my own safety that I keep the initiative. "You got it, babe. Hang on." I reached under her knees, propping her legs up over my shoulders. Once situated, I began thrusting long and slow, pulling out almost to the head before slowly pushing in so deeply my pubic bone ground against my wife's clit. Tori's head rolled to the side as she alternated between moans and grunts of pleasure. I had a predatory smile on my face, an open-mouthed grin with furrowed brow as I focused on my wife's pleasure, hunting for her orgasm with enthusiasm and relentless thoroughness. I had control, I was doing the fucking, but my wife's sexual release was all I wanted, and I bore down on it mercilessly. I picked up my rhythm and added a resonance to my breathing, knowing that the rare aural indication of my excitement would add to Tori's arousal. "Oh, deeper, harder...ohmiGOD! Right there!" I began dropping my hips on the inward thrust to drive the head of my cock into her G-spot, and was rewarded with almost 5 seconds of paralysis, where Tori couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't find any way to react to the sensations running through her body. I quickly dropped one of her legs to the side and stepped over it, pushing the other leg toward her chest as I leaned over her body. With my new position I could drive into her without resistance from her legs. Before taking advantage of this, however, I changed pace by pulling almost all the way out and started lightly moving only an inch or so back and forth, giving her body a chance to recover from my initial efforts. Teasing her like this reset her libido, calming down the nerves and building anticipation. I knew she was ready for more when her eyes opened and her hand drifted down to her clit. I took my cue and began driving into her body hard enough to move her steadily up the bench. The suddenness of my phallic assault had a cataclysmic effect on Tori: her hand began frigging her clit with abandon as her face winced into the deceiving expression of extreme pain/overwhelming pleasure and her voice jumped twenty decibels, losing all cohesion with words but bursting with obvious meaning--I had found what I was looking for. I quickly reached up and pinched one of her nipples, and Tori responded by arching her back and pinching the other. Her body glistened with sweat, and the fluid from her orgasm practically flowed over my cock as it pistoned into her. Tori shuddered once, twice, three times, then went limp, gasping for air. I slowed to a stop and released her other leg, which slowly fell to the side. I took over gently rubbing Tori's other nipple and smiled fondly down at my wife. One down, one to go. I looked over at Kendra, who was panting heavily and staring at my wife with unbridled lust. She quickly walked over to her and fiercely kissed her, taking advantage of Tori's exhaustion to French kiss her with increasing frenzy. She finished by planting a massive hickey on my wife's collarbone, then looked up at me. "That was crazy. You looked so...angry?...but not really; just so--I don't know, intense, I guess? Focused? Whatever it was, it was sexy as hell. You'd better do that to me, but not in here...I am WAY too hot. Help me with this one, I know where to go." "I'll get her, lead the way." I picked up Tori's limp body in my arms and followed Kendra's naked and wonderful backside out of the sauna. The cool air of the hallway felt amazing, and served to bring Tori back to life. "So, how was that for you? Was it okay?" I asked with exaggerated curiosity. "Mmmm, I think you know. Did you finish?" "No, that was all about you. Kendra is all about me." She smiled as she snuggled against me. "Give it to her. Hard. She'll like it." She looked up at me with a sultry grin. "I will, too." What little blood had left my cock in the interim roared back in and I picked up my pace. Tori giggled as I smiled and pinched her ass. Kendra stopped in front of a door and smiled back at us. "In here, you two." She had chosen well: this was the Yoga room, and came replete with mats and a padded floor. This whole room was designed for acrobatic sex. Kendra was already kneeling in the middle of the room, looking at me expectantly. "I believe that's for me," she said, pointing at the part of my body pointing back at her. I put Tori down and strode assertively toward Kendra. "It is," I pointed at her mouth, "Open up." I walked up to her, cock in hand, and grabbed the back of her head. With barely a pause I guided my dick into her willing mouth and began pushing in and out. Kendra responded enthusiastically, humming and licking and bringing her hands up to help. On the third stroke she deep throated me and started licking my balls. I moaned. I wouldn't be able to keep this up for long if she kept doing that. I pulled out to regain control. Kendra smacked her lips and looked up at me. "Fuck my face." I blinked as several thoughts ran through my head. Tori and I rarely did anything rough, and I never found pleasure in watching rough blowjob porn, but seeing the fire in her eyes and understanding that this was for her, not me, made all the difference in the world. My focus returned, but this time without the smile. I wrapped her hair around my hand and cupped it behind her ear, placing my other hand on top of her head. Kendra saw the change come over me and her breathing quickened as I looked down at her. "Open your mouth." Her jaw dropped instantly and I drove home without hesitation. I worked the head of my cock against one cheek, then the other, turning her head back and forth as I explored the room. Finally I pushed all the way in and held her there. "Are you ready?" She barely nodded and a moan escaped from deep in her throat. "No teeth," I warned, and clenched my fist around her hair for emphasis. She nodded again, and I promptly began working in and out of her mouth. Facefucking was totally new to me, but with my wife's suggestion to be rough coupled with Kendra's request removed any second-guessing from my actions. A primal and selfish sexual drive took over; Kendra was indeed going to be all about me. But it was still my goal to make her orgasm first. I looked down and saw her hands had fallen by her side. "Rub your clit and pinch your nipples. I'm not doing all the work, here." Kendra quickly complied, and her moaning became constant if regularly interrupted. "So it turns you on to be fucked in the mouth? Is that it? To be used for my pleasure?" All I got in return was a muffled "Mmhmm," so I popped my cock out of her mouth and asked her again. "Do you like to be used?" I asked in a clear tone, almost patronizingly. She looked up at me and nodded. "I do...think you can handle that?" I lightly slapped her face and plugged her mouth again. "Yeah, I think so." I started a rhythm of pushing and pulling, holding myself deep in her mouth for a couple seconds, and soon my tool was liberally coated in saliva, as was her chin. Watching it drip off her chin onto her chest was really turning me on; this girl was clearly into being dirty. I pulled out of her mouth and rubbed my slimy cock over her face. She half-heartedly attempted to get it back in her mouth, moaning the whole time. I pushed my cock up to her forehead, forcing my balls into her mouth. She sucked and licked them with gusto, lathering them as she had done with my dick. The sensation of her tongue sliding around my sac coupled with the sensitive underside of my dick rubbing up and down her face was incredible; to keep control I pushed her back onto the mat, forcing her down mostly with pressure from my groin as I straddled her and followed her down to my knees. I slowly kneewalked back, sliding my groin down her torso, adding more spit to her cleavage and stomach. I leaned down and kissed her, licking and sharing a bit of the mess on her face. I could feel my cock throbbing on her stomach in arousal. "Push your tits together," I whispered forcefully. She released her clit and did as she was told. I moved forward, resting my package between her lovely C-cups. Still holding her ponytail, I forced her head toward her chest as I started titty-fucking her. She opened her mouth willingly, taking in the head and swirling her tongue along the sensitive underside. Suddenly her hips bucked and she grunted. I turned to see Tori beside me, enraptured with the sight of my cock sliding in between another girl's breasts. I saw the muscles in her shoulder working, and I turned and traced her arm all the way to Kendra's pussy. I immediately pulled Kendra's mouth off of my dick so I could process my wife fingering this girl. Distractions Tori came out of her trance and looked up at me with a blank but flushed expression on her face. Without a word, she leaned forward and began licking up and down my shaft. After re-coating the shaft, I placed it back in Kendra's Valley. Tori then switched to Kendra's nipples, not missing the opportunity to lick my balls as they came close enough. My powers of endurance were rapidly deteriorating, and I wanted to fuck this girl. Abruptly I stood and stepped back, pushing Kendra's hips to the side so I could slap her ass, hard. "Spread your legs, it's time to finish you off." Her knees spread and her legs wrapped around my abdomen as I lined myself up. Emphasizing my control, I reached down and firmly gripped her shoulder as I knelt down, assuming a three-point stance over the writhing girl. I placed my cock between her pussy lips and looked up at Tori. She had moved up to Kendra's head and was gently kissing her face and stroking her hair. She was already looking at me when I made eye contact with her. "Do it, Damon," she said in a smoky voice. I forcefully pulled Kendra down onto my cock as I thrust forward, driving all the way up to my pelvic bone. Kendra screamed, a little in pain but mostly in pleasure, and I began grinding against her clit like I had done with Tori, but much more forcefully this time. Her scream slackened to a high-pitched keening, and I pulled back a few inches before ramming home again. She squealed, so I did it again. And again. And again. Each time the breath was driven from her lungs and her body thrashed. Tori watched wide-eyed as I drove in and out, the flush on her face growing darker with each thrust. Unable to take it anymore, she stood and straddling Kendra's head. Without saying a word she lowered herself to the manic girl's mouth, grinding her pussy on Kendra's face. Tori's eyes were half-lidded, exaggerating her Asian heritage, and her beautiful dark hair fell across her shoulders down to her breasts. I paused hilt-deep, admiring my wife's breathtaking beauty for a moment before I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth. I sucked and licked for a moment before one of her hands came to my face, drawing me up to hers. I lightly bit the nipple before lifting my head and kissing my wife. She attacked me with her tongue, not always getting it in my mouth in her urgency. Her breath came in short gasps as the dirty slut beneath us enthusiastically lathered her snatch. "I love you so much, baby," she said. Then she pushed me away and reached down to pinch Kenda's nipples. "Now fuck her." I repositioned, letting go of Kendra's shoulder and locking her knees to my side with my elbows, gripping her thighs and straightening my back for support. It was time to finish. My only warning to Kendra was a deep breath before I began a series of rapid, powerful thrusts into her defenseless pussy. Pushing with the balls of my feet and arching my back for leverage I used my upper body to pull Kendra's hips to mine. My wife stared, mesmerized by my focus and athletic aggression as I fucked another girl in front of her. I looked at Tori and watched a spasm start in her lower abdomen and spread to the rest of her body. Her eyes clenched shut and her jaw dropped as the orgasm took hold; I looked down and watched her pinch Kendra's nipples. That must have been the final stimulus for Kendra, who started bucking underneath us and screaming into my wife's pussy. Tori quickly dismounted and placed her mouth over Kendra's nipple. Meanwhile, Kendra's rapidly clenching tunnel finally pushed me over the edge, and at the last moment I pulled out and unloaded a half-dozen thick streams of spunk on Kendra's stomach and tits and even a few strands on the side of Tori's sweaty face. I stroked myself down from the precipice and watched Tori start to lick my offering off of Kendra's chest. I could see the teeth marks she had made ringing Kendra's nipple. With her mouth full, Tori hovered over Kendra's face and slowly began dribbling my sperm into the other girl's mouth. Kendra greedily licked it, then reached up and pulled my wife into a very sloppy kiss. I looked the two of them over. Tori was glistening, both from sweat and from post-orgasmic sheen, with streaks of sperm and saliva smearing her face. Kendra was a mess. There were teeth marks, pinch marks, and other signs of abusive physical exertion all over her body. Her hair had mostly fallen out of the ponytail and splayed behind her on the mat, curled in the humidity and sweat of our bodies, and her face, breasts, and stomach were coated in saliva, spunk, and pussy juice. Her abdomen was still clenching from the orgasm, and she was clearly enjoying the offering of jizz my wife had brought her. "So is that what you had in mind?" I asked with a self-satisfied smirk. "Mmmm, that was incredible...you two are amazing!" "Yes she is," I said as I tenderly palmed my wife's sculpted backside before adding a gentle swat. My wife was still kissing and fussing about Kendra's face, but smiled and shook her butt. "So are you, my love." She stood and faced me, looking glorious and perfect. I loved this woman with all my heart, and kissed her passionately when she leaned over me. She broke it off and stood, smiling down at me. "I think I'm going to take a shower, now...would you two care to join me?" Distractions Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction and contains scenes of a sexual nature. It includes characters that are copyrighted by Paramount Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended with this story. While the characters are the intellectual property of Paramount, the story is of my own making and imagination. :) Warning: If you are below the legal viewing age for your area, or are easily offended by stories involving adult/erotic materials, please stop reading now. Summary: Seska must "distract" Jadzia from discovering a plan by the Maquis to destroy a Cardassian ship full of weapons destined for the Cardassian/Federation border. (Set during the Second season of Deep Space Nine, and before the beginning of Voyager. Takes place right before the events of "The Maquis, Parts 1 and 2") * "I can't wait until this damned assignment is over." This thought rang through Seska's mind for the thousandth time as she sat at a table in Quark's bar. She'd only been on board Deep Space Nine a day and she already hated the changes that had been made. "They've taken a beautiful piece of Cardassian engineering and poisoned it with Federation technology." Outwardly, however, she couldn't show her distaste. After all, she was posing as a Bajoran member of the Maquis, a band of Federation criminals attacking Cardassian interests along the recently created Cardassian/Federation Demilitarized Zone. Gul Dukat himself had asked her to take on the extremely painful surgical operations necessary to transform her into a Bajoran woman, undetectable to all but the most demanding medical examinations. While she was honored to have been given this counter-intelligence assignment, the sacrifice over the last two years had been difficult. "Do not be concerned, Seska. Our contact will arrive shortly." Seska brought herself back from her dwellings to pay attention to her partner on this particular mission. Sakonna, an attractive Vulcan woman, was the agent assigned to acquiring weapons for the Maquis. She had been on DS9 (that horrible name for Terok Nor) for a few weeks now, scouting ahead for possible future missions. Such as Seska's current assignment. The Cardassian transport ship 'Bok'Nor' was heading to the border with supposedly humanitarian relief items for the Cardassian colonies. Of course, through her own contacts, she knew they were instead full of weapons and military supplies. Somehow, the Maquis had found out as well, and had planned to destroy it upon its departure from the station. She'd informed Central Command of this, but they'd insisted that she allow, even assist, in the mission, in order to keep her assignment secret. It turned her stomach to aid this band of thieves, but she was a consummate professional at all times. Besides, there would only be a skeleton crew on board the transport, so casualties would be kept to a minimum. She shook her head at Sakonna. "I'm not worried. I'm just bored by the waiting. I want to get in and DO something." The Vulcan gave her an irritatingly passive glance. "Patience. There shall be enough action for us in the near future. This war is only just beginning." "Not if I have anything to say about it!" Seska thought furiously at her partner. On the outside, however, she simply sighed. "I suppose your right. But the longer we stay here, the better the chances that someone, like the shape-shifting security officer, will become curious. The last thing we need right now is trouble." ***** Across the way from the bar, Seska's worries were indeed accurate. Standing in the shadows of a doorway, Odo was intently watching the pair. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about the pair of women sent warning bells off in his head. Without warning, he felt a hand rest upon his shoulder. Whirling his head around, he saw Lieutenant Jadzia Dax smiling at him. Of all the personnel on board Deep Space Nine, she seemed to be the one person who could sneak up on him without any sound. When he'd asked her about it one time, she shrugged and said, "Don't forget, I've been around a while. It's a skill you pick up." He let a breath out and returned his gaze to Quark's bar. "Hello, Dax. Is there something I can do for you?" He heard he chuckled behind him. "Well, good morning to you too, Odo. Hope I didn't startle you." He could almost hear the smirk she was wearing. "I'm going to figure out how you do that one of these days." "Better beings have tried." She peered over his shoulder. "Pretty girls. Are you becoming a 'peeping Tom' Odo?" "A what?" he asked. "Never mind. Bad Terran joke. So, who are our friends?" "According to station log, they're engineers from one of the Federation colonies on the border. The Vulcan I've seen around for a while, but the Bajoran woman is a new arrival. However, since she's arrived, she's either kept to her room, or sat at the bar, almost as if she were waiting for something." "Or someone," Jadzia added. "Hmmpf. Sorta the same thing I was thinking. And the fact that she's doing all her waiting in Quark's makes it more suspicious." Jadzia was intrigued. Things had been getting kind of boring lately, and she wanted to see if Odo's hunch was on the mark. "Well, would you like a hand in keeping them under surveillance?" This time he DID turn around. "Why? Don't you have better things to keep you occupied? I don't want to take you away from your duties, Lieutenant." Again she chuckled. "Don't worry, Constable, I'm all caught up on my work. Truth is, I've always wanted to help enforcement. Stars know I've done enough on the other side of the law for centuries." He gave one of his rare grins. "For some reason, I don't WANT to know." "Smart move." ***** "Don't look now, but we have company across the way." At Seska's warning, Sakonna slowly looked around, casually noticing the forms of the security officer Odo and the station's science officer, Jadzia Dax. They were simply standing in a doorway, talking amongst themselves. But every once in a while, she noticed Odo obviously observing them. "It seems your concerns may be valid." "May? For crying out loud, Sakonna, Odo's practically cataloging us for future reference. We're gonna have to find a better place to wait for Samuels." "Negative. If we moved now, it would most certainly alert him. The best course is to simply act as if nothing were out of the ordinary." Once she had calmed down a bit, Seska realized the Vulcan was right. But it still didn't make her feel any better. "What about the other one? The one standing next to Odo?" "She is Lieutenant Jadzia Dax, a Trill. She's chief science officer aboard the station. It's also said that she's a close personal friend of Commander Sisko." Seska shook her head. "It just keeps getting better," she muttered sarcastically. "Why don't we just walk up to them and surrender now?" "I can only ascertain that you are being sarcastic." She leered at Sakonna. "That Vulcan logic is amazing sometimes." Her mind was working furiously. "If they're keep this close of an eye on us, how can we possibly keep the mission going?" "Do not worry about the security chief. When the time comes, we have a way of 'keeping him on ice', as the Terrans are fond of saying. Only, in Odo's case, it will literally be the truth. However, Dax could present a problem." An evil grin spread across Seska's face as an idea sprang into her mind. "Does Dax have any interesting hobbies that you're aware of?" It took a moment for Sakonna to bring up the intelligence data they had on her via her PADD. "There's little specific information, but she reported to be quite skilled with the Klingon bat'leth. Also, she seems to have an affinity for tongo, a Ferengi-based game of chance." "Hmm, I'm not that familiar with tongo, although I have watched it played. But I am pretty handy with the bat'leth. B'Elanna Torres and I have spent a lot of time practicing with them. Might come in hand." Sakonna gave Seska a puzzled look. "Come in handy for what? I do not quite follow your logic." "That's because there IS no logic to it." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "When the time comes to actually rig the ship to destroy itself, I'm going to keep Jadzia Dax too busy to worry about anything else." "By engaging in a bat'leth battle? That still will not keep her from responding to her comm badge." Seska's grin grew even wider. Her tongue ran along her lips in anticipation. "Let's just say her full attention will be elsewhere..." ***** "Look, there goes the Bajoran woman," Jadzia pointed out a moment later. The Vulcan remained at the table, working on her PADD. "Maybe I should follow her." "Typical amateur approach," Odo said with smug satisfaction. Tapping his Bajoran designed comm badge, he stated, "Computer, tag and track the Bajoran woman who is currently five meters in front of me." The female voice that was standard Federation-issue replied, "Confirmed." Jadzia crossed her arms over her chest. "Curzon would never have approved. No fun doing it that way." She looked up at the chrono set into the wall above the entrance to Quark's. "But it'll have to do. I'm due in Ops shortly. Keep me updated on her progress. After all, I don't want to miss out on any of the fun." ***** The next day passed without incident. The 'Bok'Nor' was scheduled to depart in twelve hours. Sakonna once again sat at the table at Quark's, with Samuels and Seska seated next to her. "As of this moment, Odo is sound asleep, or the shape-shifter equivalent of it, in his quarters. Just before we get ready to board the ship, his room temperature will be dropped to well below freezing, which should immobilize him for at least a few hours, effectively removing him as a potential problem." She turned to Seska. "Have you decided on how to occupy Lieutenant Dax?" "Leave it to me. According to Quark, she'll be getting off duty in about an hour. She's scheduled to use the holosuite for about an hour of bat'leth practice against the computer. Just before she gets there, I intend to join her. Once you see that I've entered the holosuite with her, proceed with the plan." "Wait a minute," Samuels interrupted. "It's gonna take us at least ninety minutes to rig the 'Bok'Nor' for the show. What are you going to do about the other half hour?" "That's sort of a personal question," Seska responded cryptically. She shared a knowing look with Sakonna, who'd been filled in on her complete plan. "Rest assured, Jadzia Dax will be a little too distracted to get in your way." ***** Jadzia was glad that their shift was over. She'd been overseeing the loading of the 'Bok'Nor' and her body was screaming for some physical relief. Her session in the holosuite was going to feel SOO good. She'd gone back to her quarters and changed into a workout suit of plain white cloth, such as many Klingons preferred to use during their training. She was just climbing the stairs to the holosuite when she heard someone call out her name. Turning, she was surprised to find the Bajoran woman she'd watched the other day at Quark's climbing the stairs below her. She too had on a cloth Klingon workout robe. "Lieutenant Dax? You ARE Dax, correct?" "Yes. And you are...?" "Sorry about that." Seska reached out and shook her hand. "My name is Seska. I recently came onboard on my way back to my colony near the DMZ. Nice to meet you." Dax still wasn't quite sure what to make out of it all. "Likewise. Is there something I can do for you?" "Well, I kind of have a favor to ask you. I was told by some in the bar that you practice in the holosuite using a bat'leth?" "Yes. That's what I was just on the way to." "Would it be too much to ask if I could join you? A friend of mine back home is Klingon, and we always practice together. I've been told you're excellent, and I'd love to see how far along I've come with it." Dax looked at her for a moment. Was she up to something? Did she have an alternate reason for asking to join her? "Knock it off," she commanded herself. "Odo's suspicious nature is wearing off on you. Let's just see what comes out of this." To Seska, she nodded. "Sure, c'mon along. It'll be nice to have a live person to practice with for a change." Seska grinned and climbed up after her. "So far, so good," she thought silently, enjoying the view of Jadzia's shapely rear-end swaying in front of her. "This should be fun..." ***** The session actually stretched out longer than the pre-planned hour. Seska and Jadzia had initially started off with some one-on-one practice. However, once Dax realized that Seska HAD spent time with the bat'leth, she decided to include her in her normal routine. In it, they worked there way through a Klingon forest, being challenged and fighting first one, then two, then groups of increasingly difficult Klingon warriors. By the time they'd dispatched the last of their enemies, they were both soaked in sweat, their robes clinging to their bodies like a second skin. Seska was the first to speak. "That was incredible! I haven't felt this alive in a very long time. Wish we could get one of these programs out on the frontier." Dax chuckled. "I can only imagine you have enough to keep yourselves occupied normally." "Yes, I suppose we do. But it still doesn't match up to this." Dax toweled sweat out of her eyes. "Well, I need a shower now. Thanks for the great workout, Seska. I'd love to do it again." Seska started walking towards the door. "I'd like that. But I have another favor to ask." "Hey, we've battled Klingon warriors together. Ask away." Seska actually seemed to be blushing, despite her face already being red from the exercise. "Would you mind if I used your shower? The one in my quarters isn't working right now, and somehow, a sonic shower just doesn't relieve the tension after this sort of thing." Dax had been around the galaxy a few times, and was pretty sure Seska was purposefully making sure they didn't part company. For what reason, she wasn't quite sure. But she was intrigued by the young Bajoran woman, and wouldn't mind some company for a change. "Sure, no problem. Afterwards, care for some Saurian brandy? Or maybe some Romulan ale? You'd be surprised at the sheer quantities of liquor that get confiscated at the loading docks." Seska laughed and nodded. "Great! I have no place to go in a hurry." As they exited the holosuite, Seska felt something she hadn't felt in a very long time. She actually felt COMFORTABLE with Dax. Like she could just let loose and be herself. "Don't get carried away," she warned herself. "Think she'd respond well to find out your really a Cardassian in targ's fur?" Shaking her head, she followed Jadzia to her room. ***** Down below, in the bar, Quark leered at the pair and shook his head. "Why do I get the feeling their night isn't over by a long shot?" He grinned and went back to serving his customers. ***** "So I tell him, I've BEEN with your wife, too. And NEITHER of you are any good in bed!" Laughter rang out in Dax's quarters. They were both stretched out on couches facing a holo-simulated fireplace. Jadzia was in a light blue dressing robe made of a silken fiber that she'd picked up from her first trip to Risa years ago, before she'd hosted the Dax symbiont. Luckily for Seska, Jadzia had picked up a second one, this one in glimmering gold. They'd spent the last two hours showering, grabbing a quick meal from the replicator, then setting down with a vintage bottle of Klingon bloodwine that used to be one of Curzon's favorites. That was what had led them to discussing Dax's previous host. Seska closed her eyes and took another sip of the potent brew. "It must be an incredible feeling, being able to carry the memories of a life you've never actually lived yourself." Jadzia nodded. "It CAN get a little confusing at times. But it seems that Curzon and me had a lot in common when it comes to enjoying life." "So, just how many hosts has the Dax part of you had?" "Seven previous hosts. They've been pretty much split evenly between male and female. Which is sort of unusual, because a lot of symbionts get used to being one sex, and stick with it for the rest of their existence." "So you're telling me that you have total recall of previous hosts?" Jadzia finished off the last of her wine and walked across the room to refill. Seska savored the way the light garment hugged every curve of Jadzia's voluptuous body. The light reflected off the material, enhancing the hazel coloring on her eyes. Seska knew that it wasn't necessary to stay there any longer, as Sakonna and Samuels had had plenty of time to complete their mission. But she was simply ENJOYING herself so much that she didn't WANT to leave. Plus, she had to admit she was strongly attracted to the Trill science officer. Jadzia was having thoughts along similar lines. Despite her initial misgivings about allowing Seska to join her in the holodeck, she was having a wonderful time. Also, she had noticed the way Seska had savored every second of her walking over to the table for the bottle. Jadzia could already feel warmth flowing through her body that had nothing to do with the wine. Dragging her thoughts back to their conversation, Jadzia sauntered back over to the couch, purposefully sitting on the same one as Seska. "I don't know if I could call it TOTAL recall, but, through Dax itself, I had vivid memories of many things. It's a fulfilling experience." Seska leaned forward and let her hand settle on Jadzia's bare knee, feeling a cooler body than hers. "What about sexual history? I mean, you're a woman yourself, but you carry a creature within you that has been both male AND female. It's been with all kinds of partners. Does that make you feel odd?" Jadzia had a pretty good idea where this was heading, but wasn't going to make it easy for her new friend. "Why should it?" Seska started stroking the Trill's skin, watching Jadzia's breath catch ever so slightly in her chest. "Well, most beings in this galaxy are drawn to members of the opposite sex. Has the Dax symbiont effected your views on that?" Jadzia moved closer, running her finger over Seska's dark hair. Seska shuddered at the intimate contact. "Are you asking me if I find other women attractive?" The double agent nodded and stared Jadzia directly in the eyes. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm asking." Jadzia leaned in so there was barely inches between their faces. "Then, does this answer your question?" With that, she kissed Seska gently on the lips. Sparks jumped between them immediately, creating a heat they could both feel. Seska had known coming into this that she was going to have to distract Jadzia long enough for her Maquis friends to set the implosive device on the 'Bok'Nor'. She'd also hoped that she would be able to seduce her, as Seska had a natural leaning towards female beings. But she had NO idea she was going to enjoy it THIS much! Or that Jadzia would be so open to the idea. She moved her hand along the other woman's thigh, riding the silken material up until she was near her hips. Jadzia resettled herself, allowing Seska to run her hand along her inner thigh. Breaking their kiss for just a moment, Jadzia gazed into her eyes and whispered, "Just do me one favor? Don't be too gentle. Let yourself go." Seska grinned and slid her hand all the way up until her hand made contact with the Trill's pussy. "How's that for starters?" Jadzia swallowed and parted her lips. "That...that'll work." Seska's grin grew even wider as she slipped a finger inside of her. Dax's eyes closed and her mouth parted in a moan of pleasure. It was quickly covered up as their lips once again found each other, but all senses of gentle behavior had been forgotten. Dax put her hands on the side of Seska's face as their tongues began to explore each other's mouths. Pure animal lust built within each woman, setting a fire raging deep inside them. Distractions Another finger was added inside of Dax as Seska began taking control. Although she'd had memories from the symbiont of past encounters with a woman, this was Jadzia's first same sex experience. She was amazed at how horny she was getting so fast. She pulled her face away from the Bajoran's to catch some air. Seska took advantage of the situation by laying a trail of kisses down over the spots on Dax's neck. Surprisingly, she found that this was an extremely sensitive area of her friend's body. The Starfleet officer's body squirmed beneath the dual onslaught of tongue and fingers. Stopping for just a moment, Seska reached down and lifted the silk outfit over the other woman's head, marveling at the supple curves of Jadzia's body. Without waiting, she immediately set about kissing her way down to Jadzia's breasts, tailing her tongue right down the line of spots. Jadzia was on fire! Seska was having an effect on her that she'd never felt before with any of her partners. With every touch, every caress, she was moving ever so quickly towards an explosion. When she felt her take a nipple into her mouth, a blinding white light engulfed her brain. "This is incredible!" she thought as Seska suckled on her, switching to the other side after a moment of exquisite torture. Her back arched as she felt a light nibbling on the hardened nubs, raising her lust up yet another notch. Knowing that she was driving Jadzia wild, Seska decided it was time to reward her partner. More or less skipping her stomach, Seska immediately kissed the area just below her belt line. Jadzia's hands clutched at the fabric of the couch, thrusting her hips upwards, her body instinctively knowing what was coming next. Seska didn't disappoint her. Spreading her lower lips with her fingers, Seska slid her tongue slowly up the slit, taking a second to wiggle the tip around and over the clitoris. Jadzia felt as if someone had set off a photon torpedo between her thighs. She nearly screamed with pleasure as her body began shaking in orgasmic release. Seska held on, feeling a sense of triumph at eliciting this quick of a reaction from the more experienced woman. "Maybe all those nights spent with B'Ellana and Sakonna have paid off," she chuckled inwardly as she continued to lick and suck at Dax. "Oh hell!" Dax thought as Seska continued her tongue-lashing. Almost before her first orgasm subsided, she could feel herself hurtling towards the peak again. She grabbed hold of the back of Seska's head, urging her on. Seska responded by slipping two fingers inside of her, giving her taunt muscles something to clench onto. That sent her barreling over the edge into another, more powerful release. This time, she DID scream out, her cries echoing off the walls of her room. Seska had the urge to continue her work, but the itch between her own legs caused her to slow down, hoping Jadzia would catch the hint. After a few minutes of catching her breath, a feral smile spread across Dax's face. "My turn!" Seska had expected her to immediately start in, but, instead, Jadzia stood and held out her hand. Curious, Seska accepted, and was pulled off of her knees. The Trill led her into the bedroom, which was decorated in soft light and a sweet scent she couldn't quite place, but reminded her of the wildflowers she'd loved as a child back on Cardassia Prime. Dax walked over to the dresser against the wall, and reached into it, pulling out a dark piece of cloth. "Do you trust me?" Dax asked sweetly. Seska stared at her for a second. Under normal circumstances, she'd NEVER allow anyone to blindfold her, because it put her at a disadvantage. However, being as worked up as she was, her lust overrode her better judgement and she nodded. Dax smiled and moved up behind her, gently covering her eyes until no light at all penetrated to Seska's eyes. She felt breath on her ear as Jadzia whispered, "Just relax and enjoy." With a huge effort, Seska tried to do just that, but her very assignment as a double agent made that almost impossible, at least at first. That quickly changed, though. Jadzia had moved up behind her and pressed her body against hers, the warmth a pleasant sensation. She felt hands spread across her stomach, sliding and caressing upwards towards her chest. Kisses began raining just under her ear, the air from Dax's mouth tickling her. In contrast, the hands in front started kneading her breasts, causing the nipples to strain against the silken material. Fingers began to roll and pinch them, causing gasps of pleasure to brush past her lips. While one hand continued to set her upper body on fire, the other hand slipped down to the panties that covered Seska's mound. Almost with an animalistic aggression, Dax's fingers plunged deep inside of her, touching the areas inside of her that set her crazy. Her ass ground back into Dax as she felt her own explosion building. She wanted to settle down onto the bed, as her legs began to weaken. But Dax had other ideas. She urged her forward and placed Seska's hands against a wall, spreading her legs out beneath her. Between the position and her own lust, Seska was primed for her own release. Of course, the shear thrill of not being able to see anything added to the intense feelings. Dax once again began kissing the back of her neck, her left hand massaging and teasing the breast that dangled down inside of the robe. The other hand, though, was working overtime, rubbing and teasing every inch inside of Seska. The agent felt her legs begin to shake with her impending orgasm, and Dax must have sensed it too, because she took her clit between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it around and around between them. That did the trick. Seska felt the orgasm begin at her toes, rush upward over her legs, flash through her upper body, then center between her legs. Her mind exploded in sheer animal lust, she own moans of pleasure reverberating around the smaller room. Time seemed to stand still as the waves continued to crash over and over again through her body. She thought she would pass out from the shear emotional overload, but it finally subsided, and she sagged back against her partner. Dax guided her over towards the bed and laid her down, cuddling up with her, kissing her deeply, sharing in the joy of the moment. Seska reached up and pulled the blindfold off, finding Jadzia's beautiful face before her, a huge smile on her face. "That was incredible!" was all Seska was able to mutter. It was Dax's turn to sport an evil grin. "You ain't seen NOTHING yet." ***** It was well into the morning before they finally parted company. Jadzia used her extensive knowledge of lovemaking supplemented by Dax's previous lives to pleasure Seska to the point of exhaustion. Seska, not to be outdone, did everything she could think of to make Jadzia scream and moan in ecstasy. Every muscle in both of their bodies had ached as they fell asleep in each other's arms. They'd taken a shower together before returning to their jobs, which had inspired yet another quick round of lovemaking. They hugged each other and promised to do it again soon before stepping into the hallway and heading their separate ways. Six hours later, Dax was filling Kira in on her sexual adventure from the night before when an alarm began sounding in Ops. Scrambling for her sensors, Dax saw that the Cardassian ship 'Bok'Nor' had just left the upper pylon and exploded, shaking the station from top to bottom. Benjamin was next to her in a second, demanding to know what had happened. She had no real answers, but an image of Seska suddenly flashed through her mind. An hour before, she'd noticed that the freighter heading back to Volon II, her home, had entered warp. "Could she have been involved with this?" she wondered silently. She hoped not, but nothing in this universe would ever surprise her. Far away, Seska received the report that their mission was successful. But, for some reason that she couldn't put her finger on, she didn't feel a great sense of accomplishment. For a mission that had started off pretty simple, things had taken a much different and dangerous twist. And maybe, just maybe, she missed Jadzia, perhaps just a little... Feel free to send feedback! Distractions Lucas stretched and yawned and he felt Emily curl in tighter against him. He smiled and kissed her forehead before he got out of bed, scratching his side, and made his way in to the bathroom. She curled into his warm spot and fell back into sleep, just a mess of red hair and the tip of her nose showing out of the top of the covers and the length of pale leg and one small, delicate foot showing from the bottom. She had worked the night shift last night, so Lucas let her sleep and he washed and went out to eat something and start his day. He had no work for the weekend so he settled in on the couch with his earphones and a controller and turned on the X-box. He was still lost in the game when Emily woke a few hours later and went to shower. He didn't see her until she came out of the bedroom with her wet hair loose down her back and a towel wrapped around her bare body. He smiled at her and she blushed a little as she went to eat, brushing out her hair and flipping through news websites. When her hair was dry she went into the bedroom and pulled on a light green dress before she started cleaning and tidying up around the house. She had strong, good feelings for Lucas, they might even be called 'Love' someday, but he was almost allergic to cleaning and dusting. She didn't mind it, and he was willing to do the shopping and help out other ways, so she didn't nag him about it. As she moved about their apartment, he focused mainly on his game, but he couldn't avoid looking at her when she was in his field of view. She looked damn good most of the time, but the green dress was special... she wore it to tease him and he fell for it every time. It was a loose outfit and it was barely more than sheer, when she had a light behind her he could see right through the dress and her body was a constant source of distraction and enjoyment for him. Her little smirk as she bent to clean something and her ass was almost on full display told him she knew exactly what effect she had on him and he shook his head and tried to concentrate on his game. She enjoyed teasing him whenever she could and she had as much fun distracting him as he ever got from his games. She moved out of his field of view eventually and he went back to playing the game. But a little later he was very thirsty and he paused and got up to get a drink, not wanting to be a dick and ask her to get it for him. He was on his way to the kitchen when he saw her. She had opened a window and she was leaning out to talk to someone outside. They had a raised place and he knew that whoever she was talking to outside wouldn't be able to see in and he smiled wickedly as a plan formed in his head. He got a cold drink from the fridge, a tall can of ice tea, and walked back toward her. She was completely engrossed in her conversation when he gently slipped the can between her spread thighs and up against her unprotected slit. She jumped and a little gasp escaped her, and she reached back to slap at him, but he dodged it with a smile as he turned an ear to listening to her. She was talking to Edna Martin, the elderly lade who lived next door and there was a bit of humour in her voice. But she gave away nothing that would indicate to the other woman what had just happened. So he grew a little bolder and set the can aside and slipped his hand up her inner thigh. He could feel her skin turn to gooseflesh and tremble as she tried to close her legs and stop him, but she was a second too late and his hand found the soft curls and softer flesh that was between her legs. Her hand came back again but he ignored her playful slap as he curled his fingers and started to caress her pussy. She was warm and soft, and as her labia parted he could feel just how wet she already was. She kept up her conversation and he knew that Edna wouldn't end it any time soon, she loved to talk and Emily was her favorite person to gab with. As the redhead gave in and spread her legs again, Lucas smiled and flipped her skirt up with his free hand then leaned in and licked across the soft folds of flesh showing between her thighs and the soft, small little stretch of her perineum. He knew that it drove her nuts when he did this and he could feel her tremble. He smiled and started to work at making her falter in her speech. He delved a finger into her heated depths and wiggled a finger across her clit as he lapped at her leaking juices and caressed her ass with his free hand. He loved eating her out and the musky, bitter-sweet taste of her pussy was his favorite thing. But he could feel himself getting more and more aroused and he smiled as he stood, his hand still at her pussy, and he pushed his shorts down and freed his cock. When she felt it slap against her bare ass she flinched and turned her head a little, but she was still trapped in the conversation with Edna and couldn't get away. She couldn't make herself be rude just to get out of the conversation, no matter why, and he took full advantage of that. He could hear her suppressing a moan as he slid slowly and smoothly into her heated sex and she clamped down on him to try and slow his movements, but all she did was make him even harder as she got tight around him. His hands settled on her hips and he started to move, rolling his hips to slip his length through her. He wasn't hung like a monster by any stretch, just a firm seven inches. But he had decent control and he was thick enough that she could feel him all the way from her entrance to her cervix and fighting her pleasure... and more importantly the sounds of her pleasure... became the core of her being as he stroked through her deep. He had never done anything like this to her before and she both loved it and wished he would stop. She was moving a little with the rhythm of his thrusts, there was nothing she could do about that, but keeping her feelings out of her voice was harder than she thought it would ever be. The little gasps and moans that tried to escape her were ruthlessly stamped down and she smiled and talked over anything that might betray her. It felt so good that she was wishing Edna would say goodbye so she could relax and really enjoy the session, but the woman just kept talking about the usual inanities and there was no way to get away from her without being rude. And Emily didn't want to do that. She kept talking and tried to keep what was happening off of her face, but she could feel an orgasm rising and she felt real dread... She was very vocal in her pleasure and not screaming in ecstasy when she came would be harder than anything she had ever done before. And Lucas was merciless, stroking through her with the steady, deep strokes that she loved the most and in a position that normally had her screaming within a minute. But when his thumb caressed the soft flesh around her rear, the orgasm crashed against her brain and she had to hide her scream of pleasure behind a cough, reaching back to slap at him angrily as he kept slipping through her body and driving her wild. She both loved and hated him at that moment and Edna launched into a fresh spiel about watching her health and what she could take to clear up that cough she had. Emily nodded and listened politely as the old woman went on and as Lucas kept slipping through her body and tormenting her right through her orgasm. Her legs were weak and she could feel the wetness leaking down her legs as he slowed and stopped. When he slipped out of her she was grateful, even as she felt the wet rain against her back as he came, staining her dress and his hands on her ass gripped hard in his pleasure. He stepped away then, bending to place a kiss on her bare ass before he walked away and went back to his game. She talked with Edna for another twenty minutes, the afterglow of her orgasm making her happy and giddy and energetic and when Edna finally let her go, she waved goodbye with a smile and turned to look at Lucas, her eyes narrow and revenge plotting in her head. She closed the window and the curtains and shed the dress before she went over and started to dance for Lucas. It was a surefire way to distract him, and it worked like a charm. She knew that he was really into his game, but he just stopped what he was doing and stared at her, his mouth agape and his eyes wide as she got closer and closer and then straddled his hips. "I sure hope you aren't done." She said as she reached down between them and grasped his growing bulge with her small hands. "Because if you think one orgasm is going to satisfy me, you've got another thing coming." Then she kissed him hard and she heard the controller hit the floor as he let it go. Their little game had just moved into the next level. They had been trying to distract each other with hints and playing around for months, but he had never done anything like that before, and she knew that she was going to have to do something drastic to get him back. As his hands grasped her breasts she laughed and slipped out of his lap. "But not right now... I need another shower." She said as she slipped out of his grip and padded toward the bathroom, laughing at the expression on his face. She closed the door between them and she had barely gotten into the shower when he was there to join her and she laughed as he reached for her.