0 comments/ 29549 views/ 2 favorites Do You Want To...? By: iloveladiesundies One of the best things about Tara was the fact that she wore stockings. Sometimes when she perched herself on a high stool at work, you caught a glimpse of them under her skirt and being a fan of underwear, this was a major turn on. Unfortunately, Tara wasn't a great lover of underwear, often eschewing a bra. In bed we'd talked about things we liked, experiences we'd had and things we wanted to try just like anyone else. I told her about my love of lingerie and mentioned that I thought she looked extremely sexy in a suit – especially with stockings underneath, but she told me she wasn't going to wear uncomfortable underwear when she didn't have to and wasn't going to wear stockings to bed for me. Obviously I was a little disappointed, but didn't push the subject. A few weeks later Tara and I were going to meet a friend and her new boyfriend for dinner. To my delight Tara put on a very short skirt and although I didn't know at the time not only was she wearing quite possibly the shortest skirt I'd seen in a long while but also a black lacy bra, matching knickers and – best of all – black stockings! In the evening when she crossed her legs her stocking tops would poke out from under the hem of her skirt, making me – and I suspect quite a few other men – extremely horny. The evening drew to a close and Tara and I went to get our bus stopping on the way for a kiss and a quick grope. As I was running my hands over her body, I asked her if she'd enjoyed flashing her stockings. She replied with a breathy "Yes." I told her I wanted to know how much she'd enjoyed it, so she pushed my hand up her skirt and I cupped her damp pussy through her panties. "You did enjoy it, didn't you?" I told her as I pulled her knickers off, sniffing the crotch before stuffing them in my pocket. The journey home was very difficult as the bus was very full and we could only whisper obscenities to each other. I made Tara walk in front of me so I could get a good look up her skirt as we climbed the stairs to her flat. Once inside I gave her back her panties and told her that I wanted to watch as she played with herself through them. She slipped them back on and did as I asked and at the same time pushing them into her snatch. I managed to contain myself until she had cum. I went over to the sofa and we kissed passionately before I sucked the juices from her fingers as she opened my trousers with her free hand. Pulling out my erect cock she began to stroke it. "Do you like it when I dress and behave like a slut?" she asked. "Of course. Every man loves his woman to be slutty at times," I told her as she took my member in her mouth "and you do it so well." Tara continued sucking my dick while swirling her tongue around the head while tickling my balls. Eventually I had to stop her before I came. Leading her to the bedroom I told her to lie down. Joining Tara on the bed I pushed her skirt up to her waist, opened her legs and pulled her sticky wet panties from her snatch. I flicked my tongue over her engorged pussy lips, causing her to take a sharp breath. Lapping at Tara's drenched cunt, I slowly made my way up to her clit and she pulled my head closer to her sex. Introducing my fingers I penetrated her easily "ohhhhh...I need your cock. Please....I want to cum" "Soon" I told her enjoying the taste of her pussy too much to stop. Twice I bought her to the edge of an orgasm but cruelly pulled her back denying her the release. Moving back up to her mouth I kissed her and she pushed her tongue into my mouth, trying greedily to taste herself. Tara pulled off her blouse and skirt and went to remove her stockings "No! Sluts keep their underwear on when being fucked" I told her. Desperate to get at her boobs, I yanked down the cups of her bra lowering my head to suckle her nipples. "Make me cum, please" she begged as I moved back down to her pussy. Pulling her black lacy knickers to one side I rubbed my cock around the lips of her snatch, teasing her even more. "Are you ready?" "Mmmmmm" "Show me." Tara spread her cunt lips wide, exposing her inner pink wetness. I moved forward entering her easily and causing her to moan. I began moving in and out, picking up speed. After about five minutes I pulled out and told her to get on her hands and knees. Pulling her knickers down I entered her again and reached around her to play with her tits. After a while I pushed a finger into her along side my cock, then withdrew it and rubbed it around her puckered anus. Repeating this a few times I began gently pushing a finger into her arsehole. Tara moved a hand down to her pussy and began rubbing her clit desperate to get off. As she didn't object I pushed another finger inside her. All of a sudden she stopped and said "do you want to fuck my bum?" "Yes" "Rim me" Withdrawing I lay on my side, pulled her bum cheeks apart and began to lick at her anus as she continued to massage her clit. "There's a tube of lube in the top drawer." I took the lube and spread it over her arsehole. "Put some on a finger and push it inside." I did as she said and moved my finger in and out. "Now another one." After about fifteen minutes she told me to spread some lube over my cock. "OK, push it in slowly" Gently I pushed my cock past her sphincter. The further I went, the tighter she got. Once I was fully in she told me to stop. "OK, you can move now" I moved my cock in and out at a gentle pace, gradually picking up speed. "How does it feel? She asked. "Wonderfully tight and warm. And you?" "I feel so full." I speeded up and Tara began to moan. I could feel that she had her fingers in her pussy now and was rubbing my cock through the membrane that divided her rectum and pussy. "Ohhhh. Fuck me. Oh yes...Oh yes...I'm cumming." With that all her muscles tightened and she came closely followed by one of the most earth-shattering orgasms I have ever had. As I pulled out my cock was followed by a trickle of cum leaving her gaping arsehole. We both collapsed exhausted on the bed and snuggled up trying to catch our breath. We drifted in and out of sleep for about an hour before Tara dragged me to the shower. We soaped each others bodies as we kissed. I ran a finger down the crack in her arse. "How's your bum?" I enquired. "A little sore, but otherwise OK" she smiled before she kissed me. We rinsed off, towelled each other dry and went through to the bedroom. Tara went through her pre-bed beauty regime, put on a beautiful short white nightdress, climbed into bed and cuddled up to me. In no time at all we both fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I woke up. Tara had her lips around my growing cock. "I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep" she told me. "Turn around" I told her. Tara lifted her nightdress, turned around and straddled my face. She was very wet already and it was obvious she'd been playing with herself. I lapped at her snatch as she sucked my cock. All of a sudden she moved away, sat over my dick and slowly lowered herself onto it. She began riding me and was moving at such a pace that the straps on her nightie fell down exposing her jiggling boobs. She leaned over taking one breast in her hand and fed me the nipple. I licked it and gently bit, causing her to moan before I sucked it into my mouth. Moving my hands around to her shapely bum I began squeezing it hard and slapping it as she moaned in ecstasy. All of a sudden she began to moan louder and squeal before shouting at me to cum. I sat up slightly, improving the angle of penetration and she hugged me close to her as I spanked and squeezed her bottom harder until she started to shake and raked her nails down my back. Then she came, screaming, her juices flooding out, soaking my balls and the sheets as she begged me to cum inside her. My cum boiled inside my balls and then shot up my cock spraying her insides before leaking out of her and matting our pubic hair together. By the time we'd recovered it was time to get up and go to work. We were shattered, but very, very satisfied. Do You Want To? "Do you want to fuck me?" I ask. Your breath is hot on my neck and shoulder. There's an ache in my pussy from being so swollen with lust. My hand is on your dick, I can feel the hardness as I slide my hand up and down your soft sensitive skin. My nipples are as hard as you are. I want your hands and mouth on every part of my body. No, I want every part of you all over me. Your lips to tug on my nipple, your fingertip to tease my anus, your chest on my back, soft fists in my hair, your cock gliding on my pussy and clit. "Yes," you answer me after a moment, then your lips are on mine. "Right here, right now?" I ask you, my words punctuated by my heavy breathing, as I pull back slightly from the pleasure on my mouth. You groan as I continue to rub along your length with my hand. My other one clasped in yours, our fingers clutching strongly in congruence with our desire. You groan low before you answer. "Yes." I step back. "Take me then," I say. You smile and turn me around and place both my hands on your desk. There's a pause as you put on the condom. Then your warm hardness is between my thighs. You pull back a little and find my pussy with your tip. Slowly, you enter me, taking minutes, hours, it's amazing and excruciating. Finally your all the way inside me and you stop, still, filling me. Your fingers reach around and pull on my nipples. I clench around you in response, and you shudder slightly. I pull back to start you moving in me, but you lean forward. "Don't move yet," you whisper. I stop and you push yourself all the way into me again. Your hands move down my body, across my ribs, shivers moving through me, my breathing erratic. You reach between my legs, taking the wetness from my pussy and sliding it up one side of my lips, then the other. You start making slow circles across my vulva, tantalisingly close to my clit, but expertly just missing it, making my pussy contract around you. As you finally touch your fingers to my clit, you bite my shoulder gently, making me gasp with double pleasure. I groan as your fingers continue, up and down, in circles, stopping to press. I squeeze my thighs together to stop myself moving, while I squeeze you inside me. "Do you want me to fuck you?" You ask me, each word accompanied by sliding of your fingers over my clit. "Yes," I gasp. "Right here, right now?" Your fingers are moving harder and faster, and my legs are beginning to wobble. "Yes," I can barely speak. "Do you want it hard?" You're teasing me, I'm incapable of wanting anything else but you as hard and deep as possible. "Yes," I don't even know how I'm still answering you. "Like this?" You slide out of me slowly, just as you went in. "No," I say as you come out so far just the tip of you is resting on me. "No? Do you want me to stop?" "No!" I know you're teasing but there's a hint of real panic in my voice. I feel like I'll implode if I don't have you soon. "Oh, okay," you say. Then you continue your slow rhythm, achingly filling me, then coming out, and teasing my vulva with your tip. I start to make obviously fake crying sounds. "Why so sad?" you ask, "Do you want to be fucked like this?" You drive yourself into me suddenly, but when you get to the end you stop and are still. I groan aloud in pure frustration. You let out a low chuckle. "Sadist," I say teasingly. "I think it's at least equal parts masochism," you reply, softly running your nails down my back and butt. "You never answered my question," you say. "What question?" "Do you want to be fucked like this?" Then blissfully you're moving in and out of me, each glide of your hardness sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. "Yes, yes, god, fuck yes, yes, fuck, ohmygod ohmygod, fuuuuuuuck..." You wrap your arms around me, your breath hard in my ear, your dick like stone in my pussy. Your arms are all that's keeping me standing as your groaning makes my pussy contract with each of your thrusts. You're close to coming, and I want you to, I want to feel your pleasure pulse inside me. As you do I shudder in your arms, pleased, but also frustratingly turned on with no release. You hold me for a moment, then slide slowly out of me, as my legs nearly fail, you hold my hip to support me. You turn me around and push me down so I'm sitting on the desk. Your mouth is on my clit, your tongue running up and down its short length. I buck against you, and you slip three fingers inside me, curving them upwards. I groan and cry out and my whole body shakes as I come hard. You pull me down onto the floor with you, and we lie down next to one another. I kiss your mouth, tasting myself on you. Our kissing is lazy and intimate, I like the feeling of your tongue in my mouth, part of you still inside me, even though I have no energy left for sex. I pull back and look at your face, and we smile at each other, the sweet strangeness of relaxation after exertion. I stroke you skin, hair and beard, content and happy just to be lying here with you. Do You Want To Be A Daddy? I hadn't seen or heard from Deserae since college and I didn't even realize that she still knew I was alive, let alone where to find me. The phone call inviting me to lunch came out of the blue and I was still wondering what she could possibly want to talk about after all these years. It was six years since I had graduated and we had broken up six months prior to that. I had spent a lot of time thinking about her over the years, but I had never expected to hear from her or see her again. I met Deserae at freshman indoctrination the first week of college and fell ass end over teakettle in love with her. The feeling was not mutual. It took me over two years to get her to go out with me and it probably never would have happened had I not been in the right place at exactly the right time. Deserae had just had fight with her current boyfriend and was really, really pissed at him. It was one of those "I'll show you" kinds of mad and she was in that frame of mind when I asked her, for the nine-hundredth time, for a date. She said yes and then proceeded to make sure that everything we did together was done where her ex-boyfriend could see us together. I was in love with Deserae, but I was not stupid and I did know what she was doing and that she did expect him to be so jealous that he would crawl back to her. His response was to ignore her, date other girls, and he did it the same way Deserae did. He took his dates everywhere that he knew Deserae would likely be and he rubbed her nose in it. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Then one day he dropped out of school and was gone. We heard later he had moved to the Left Coast to go to UCLA. I expected that with him gone Deserae would break it off with me since I had only been a means to an end. To my great surprise she didn't drop me. In fact, if anything, she became much more affectionate. Once I reached the point where I considered that she was my girlfriend I started doing some of the things that I had been hesitant to try for fear of sending her running back to her old boyfriend. First it was hands on her breasts while we were necking and she didn't fight me off. Next, the hands went under the sweater and she didn't fight me off. Then I got her out of her sweater, blouse, tank top or whatever else it was that she was wearing and she never said no, nor did she stop me when I took her bra off and played with her bare tits. No hands pushed me away when I took a tit in my mouth. No hands stopped mine as it made it's way up her leg and no protest was heard when one finger, then two and three worked their way into her pussy and in fact her legs spread wide to let them have better access. The protest was loud and clear when I tried to get her panties off. I was informed, in no uncertain terms, that she was going to her marriage bed a virgin. I could do whatever I wanted short of actual penetration. "Oh great" I said, "Just have at it Bob as long as you are willing to go home frustrated and with a huge case of blue balls. "I don't believe in frustration Bobby, I'll take care of you, just not with my pussy." Deserae started out giving me hand jobs and after a month or so she went down on me and gave me my first blow job. I could suck her tits, finger fuck her and I could even eat her pussy, but that was the extent of it. One night I suggested we try anal sex, "That still leaves you a virgin." "But it would still be a cock going into my body." "What, my cock going into your mouth doesn't count as going into your body?" "Do you like my blow jobs Bobby?" "Of course I do." "Then be happy with what you are getting and don't push. That's why Ryan isn't around any more; he just wouldn't stop pushing." Throwing her old boyfriend up at me pretty much killed the evening as far as I was concerned so I took her home. Our kiss goodnight was kind of perfunctory and I guessed that we were both just a little bit pissed off at each other. I didn't call her for two days. I was sitting in the Student Union having lunch when she took a seat on the other side of the table from me. "Where have you been?" "I've had my head buried in my Poli Sci book" I lied, "Trying to get ready for mid-terms. It is the one class that is killing me." "Well don't study so hard that you forget we have a party to go to tomorrow night." I had forgotten about it. "I'll be there to pick you up on time." She gave me one of those looks that women are so good at giving - the one that says everything and nothing at the same time - and said, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, sure, just a little tired from the grind." She looked at her watch; "Got to run or I'll be late for class." She stood up, leaned over the table and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and then ran for her class. The party was jumping. The booze was flowing, the music was throbbing and everybody was having a grand time. Deserae was a different person that night. She danced with anyone who asked and some of the things she did amazed me. She got felt up pretty good by a lot of her dance partners and seemed to enjoy it. She engaged in a lot of what could be called "dirty dancing" and in one case she had two guys out on the floor with her, one grinding into her front and the other grinding into her back. Four hours into the party Deserae came up to me and said, "Get me out of here sweetie, before I do something totally stupid." "Like what?" "Like take on somebody on the dance floor." I know now it was the booze talking, but at the time I said, "Oh ho Bob, it looks like tonight you will get to dip your wick" and it certainly looked like it was going to happen. I hadn't even pulled away from the curb and Deserae was leaning across the front seat working my dick out of my pants. She had it in her mouth and had me off in five minutes and had me hard again when I pulled up at the local lover's lane. We got into some really heavy necking and I had all of her clothes off of her and she had my cock in her hand and it certainly seemed to me like she was tugging me toward her. My cock was only three inches from her pussy when she suddenly she cried out, "You bastard! What do you think you are doing? Get off of me you fucking oaf" and then she was out of the car and running leaving me to stare at her back as she disappeared into the darkness. By the time I got back to my place my mindset was "I don't need this shit" and I put Deserae out of my mind. I never called her again and I never returned any of her calls and whenever I saw her on campus I turned and went the other way. I avoided her for the last six months of school, graduated and got on with my life. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As she walked toward my table I wondered if she was dressed that way for me or did she always dress like that. Short skirt, low cut blouse and four inch heels; she certainly looked like a sex goddess and every male eye in the place was on her as she made her way toward me. Whatever she had done with her life, post me, seemed to agree with her. I stood up and put my hand out for a shake, but she ignored it, leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. As I sat down I saw the wedding ring and I was still looking at it when she said to me, "Thank you for agreeing to see me. To be honest I wasn't sure that you would be here." "I'm here Dee; the question is why?" "I'll cut right to the chase Bobby. Would you like to fuck me?" I had come to the meeting with absolutely no idea of what it was about, but I would have never, not in a million years, have expected that. I stared across the table at her stunned by what she had just asked. When I didn't respond immediately Deserae said, "It isn't a difficult question Bobby, a simple yes or no is all that is required. You wanted to at one time, the question is, would you still like to?" I finally managed to get myself together long enough to say, "Of course I would." "Good. You can, but there are conditions. I'll tell you the story, outline the conditions and then ask you again. I hope the answer won't be no, but I will understand if it is. I want babies Bobby. My husband and I had been trying hard for the past couple of years to get me pregnant, but it wasn't happening. I finally went to a doctor and had myself checked out and he confirmed that there wasn't any reason why I shouldn't be able to have a child. "I went home and asked John, my husband, to go in and have himself checked out. John is a very macho man so the suggestion that there could possibly something wrong with him where the so called manly arts are concerned was just something that could not be considered. He told me that the problem had to be with me except that I already knew that it wasn't. "One night after I sucked him off I spit his cum in a rubber and the next day I took it in and had it tested. It turns out that his sperm count is so low that the odds of his impregnating me are in the neighborhood of six million to one. He can never father a child. Even though I wanted babies I resigned myself to the fact that it was never going to happen, but John still wants an heir to carry on the family name. He keeps pushing me to make it happen and since his fragile ego could never stand the hit of finding out that he can't get the job done I've never told him about my visit to the fertility clinic. "I want babies, John wants an heir and so I have decided to do something about it. So, here's the deal. If you would like to be a sperm donor you can donate all you want until I become pregnant." "Somehow donating to a test tube doesn't sound all that appealing." "Who said anything about test tubes? I believe in direct deposit." "You are serious? This isn't some kind of a joke?" "Nope, you can fuck me all you want until I become pregnant and then it stops." "I suppose that some is better than none." "Were you listening to what I said? I said I want babies, not a baby. That's plural Bobby and since I want all my children to have the same father you could end up fucking me off and on for years." "Why me?" "Because you resemble my husband. You are both about the same size; you both have brown eyes and brown hair and, truth be told, I've wanted to fuck you since we went together in college. What's your answer?" "You haven't given me the conditions." "Yes I have. There is only one. You only get to fuck me until I become pregnant and then you don't get anymore until I'm ready for the next baby." "Then I guess the answer is yes providing you meet my conditions." "And they are?" "Nothing is off limits. I'll donate as much sperm as my body can produce, but not all of it will go into your pussy. I want your mouth and I want your ass." She didn't even hesitate. She shoved her hand across the table at me and said, "Deal!" "When do you want to start?" I asked. "I gambled that you would say yes and I have already taken a room at the Hilton. After today we can use your place, okay?" I could have cried. Deserae was an insatiable slut and she fucked my eyes out. And she could have been mine. If only I had been patient, willing to wait, willing to ask her to marry me she could have been mine. Well, the fact of the matter is that she wasn't mine, and never would be. But, I could have her for a while and with any luck the first couple of kids would be girls and her husband would keep pressing her to produce a male heir. Author's note: To forestall some of the howls of outrage that this story is bound to get from the Loving Wife Nazis (or perhaps to stir them up even more) I am including the following: "When do you want to start?" I asked. "I gambled that you would say yes and I have already taken a room at the Hilton. After today we can use your place, okay?" I said yes and we got up and headed for the room she had rented. As I watched her strip down I thought about how God did indeed move in mysterious ways. I'd thought about Deserae for years and I had never really forgiven her for the last night we had been together. She had been pulling my cock to her pussy that night and then to call me a bastard and a fucking oaf when it was all her fault? No, I owed the bitch something for that, but I never had expected to get the chance for some payback. When she was down to just her heels I told her to leave them on and to come over and suck my cock. "I hope that it still tastes as good as it did in college," she said as she went to her knees in front of me. "Take the first load in your mouth lover, I want my first time in your pussy to last for a long time." "Me too" she said as her mouth swallowed the head of my cock. As her hot mouth worked it's magic on me I thought back to the events of a year ago. I still remembered the day my wife told me that she was divorcing me, "I love you Bobby and it hurts me to do this, but I want babies, more than anything else I want babies and since you are sterile and can't give them to me I have no choice but to look for someone who can." I wondered just how long I could fuck Deserae before she asked me to go get my sperm tested. Do You Want To Cum With Me? I'm on my own again back into the world of respectability in the London suburbs. It's the same old story, my husband is away for the majority of the week on business and I'm at work most days. But tonight, I've decided, will be different. I need a release from my frustrations, and I thought you might like to cum with me. Goodness knows, I know I need to. 7.30 a.m: It's morning now and I feel as randy as hell. I'm not sure why but I just do. Perhaps it's the warmth of my bed and the softness of the duvet against my skin. All I know is that as I stretch out to caress my breasts it feels good and my nipples are aroused and firm. Of course I could satisfy myself straight away but I thought I'd tease myself a little, well all day actually, and have a special masturbation session tonight. I hope you'll join me. 7.40 a.m: Time for a hot shower. Afterwards I step out of the water, cleansed, and into a large thick, soft towel it makes me prickle with warmth and comfort. Now I'm dry, well in most places, I'll massage my favourite lotion into my skin. This always turns me on, especially while I rub the cool cream into the area that surrounds my vagina. I'm shaved smooth, not a hair in sight, so I feel extra sensitive. I could cum so easily, but it's not time as yet. I'll just brush my finger lightly over my clit to send a thrill shooting to my sexual centre. This feels wonderful, my clit is hard and, oh God, I could cum so easily. 8.00 a.m: After dealing with my hair and make-up, it's time to dress. Being a business woman of 41 I can't dress too sexily but I'll wear what I know will keep me sexed-up all day. I've slipped on my silky smooth, shiny stockings. They are the hold-up style with lacy tops that stop about an inch from my secret depths. This is all I will wear underneath my work suit. The suit is heavy and of a rough tweed like material. I pull on the skirt and it slightly scratches and itches my bare bottom and lower tummy - mmmm, heaven! The jacket is shaped and beautifully cut. Again the cloth feels rough, especially as I stretch it over my full breasts to do up the buttons. The neck line is reasonably high so I hope no one will know that I am naked underneath. Well they might, if they look closely enough, as my tits will gently move and be stimulated as I walk and stretch. I put on a pair of shoes with kitten heels and, that's me, ready for work - the respectable face (and body) of commerce. 8.35 a.m: I've arrived at my office and I'm sitting at my desk to view the morning mail. As I cross my legs I'm sure that I can sense moisture on my inner, upper thighs but I try to concentrate on what I should be doing. 8.55 a.m: A young messenger guy knocks on the door with a private package for me. He looks so fresh and healthy I could devour him for breakfast, but I try not to be too obvious. He asks me to sign his clip-board. As I bend over to do so I realise that he is glancing down my jacket as it gapes slightly at the top. This sends a shiver of delight to my nipples, but he has to go. I know I mustn't weaken or make a fool of myself at work. I run a hand over my breasts and can feel my nipples are erect and fighting to press through the thick scratchy material. I stifle a groan of pleasure. 10.10 a.m: After I've supervised my staff and given instructions for the day I'm back in my private office. I can now open the package I received earlier. I know what it is. I take off the brown paper wrapper and look at the box, the picture on the front makes me smile to myself. I tip the box, release the fastening and out falls my new vibrator, the one I'll use tonight. It's big. Very big. About eleven or twelve inches with an impressive width as well. It feels softish, almost like real skin, on the outside with a firm, solid middle. It's shaped exactly like a penis and looks very realistic - only much, much bigger than when compared to my husband. The thought of plunging this inside me makes my mouth water at the prospect. It will be the biggest cock, real or artificial, that I have ever used. This makes me tremble with anticipation. My hands are quite shaky. I put the vibrator away in my bag and hope that the day will pass by quickly. 2.00 p.m: I've had lunch and I somehow got through the morning without doing anything silly. I still feel very sexy. I had one little shock. I was reaching for a box file from a high shelf, so my tummy was showing, and one of my young secretaries had entered into my office, without me knowing. I turned slightly and saw her staring at my expanse of exposed skin. I don't know who was embarrassed most. She went quite red faced and stumbled her words as she spoke. I never thought I'd get pleasure from another woman looking at me but I certainly did this time. There seemed to be lust in her eyes, or maybe this was just wishful thinking. After she had left I imagined her walking up behind me, while I was reaching up, and touching my skin, one hand moving slowly upwards to stroke my breasts, her other hand pushing down the front of my skirt. Her red plump lips would kiss and tickle my tummy button. I swear I almost cum just thinking about it. It was the first time I'd ever had a fantasy involving a woman - but the thought of me being stretched upwards while her delicate hands and red painted finger nails roamed freely over my body was very mouth-watering. 4.00 p.m: It's no good, I've got to go home and sort out my frustrations. The expectation of the enormous vibrator is driving me mad. I give my final instructions to my staff and tell them I'm off to see a client. I can't wait to get home. 4.10 p.m: I'm in my car heading homeward. My skirt is pushed high up my thighs and I've undone a couple of buttons on my jacket so that my breasts aren't so confined. I've got the heater on full so that I'm very hot. As I drive I rub my hand along my thighs and open my legs slightly. As I reach my stocking tops I feel the softness of my skin damp and warm. I must focus on my driving. 4.45 p.m: Home! What a relief. I get out of my car. Damn! This is like a bad dream. There's my nosy neighbour, Mr. Wilkinson, the boring accountant. "Hello," he calls out, "Have you got a minute?" I wait until he reaches me and off he goes on and on about some 'Neighbourhood Watch' meeting. I try to listen but wish he'd just go away. It's then I realise he's staring at my unbuttoned jacket as he talks. I'd forgotten that I had quite a lot of cleavage showing. This excites me and I ask him if he wants a coffee. "Yes," he replies, "I'd love one." 4.55 p.m: We go inside my house and I take him into the kitchen while I make the coffee. I sit on a high stool by the breakfast bar while he continues with his theme about cutting crime locally. I cross my legs allowing my skirt to rise and watch as his eyes take in my silky legs. "Do you take sugar and milk?" "Erm, yes, p-please," he says. I know he's hooked so I pour the coffee and his eyes are now upon my breasts as I bend towards him handing him his drink. I straighten up slowly so he has time to gaze on my globes. The thing is I want him to look at me. I want to take everything off so he can see all of me, and examine me in minute detail if he wants. I suddenly come to my senses and realise I must behave as I have my reputation to think about. I somehow persuade him to drink his coffee quickly and leave. 5.15 p.m: At last I'm alone. I can't wait any longer. I've got to make myself cum. 5.20 p.m: I switch on my computer to update what has happened so far today. This done I go to my bedroom, take off my suit and slip on a thin, silk robe. Underneath I only have my stockings and I put on some very high heel shoes. I get out my new vibrator and put in the batteries. I'm hot, sexy and ready. 5.42 p.m: I'm now in 'real' time. I'm sitting in front of my screen, the vibrator next to the keyboard, my robe held together loosely by a looped belt. My chair is an executive style with soft leather, big comfy arms and a high back. It can tilt slightly backwards if I wish. I feel a little nervous. It's as if I'm talking to you - just you and me - and there you are watching. It feels exciting and so intimate. I'm hot, my face is glowing and my lips are full and fiery as I lick them to keep them moist. I'm sure I'm sweating slightly. As I touch my neck it feels humid and hot. If I sit here quietly I can sense myself glowing with sexuality. I feel alive and sensitive. As I look down at my body my nipples show through my silk robe which reaches down to the middle of my thighs. My stockings shine and are so smooth and sleek to the touch of my hand. My high heels make my legs look longer and give me almost a tarty look. I feel sensuous and ready for almost anything. I loosen my belt so that it drops away and as I breath deeply the robe moves apart slightly, the edges at the top hardly covering my nipples. I breath deeper and at last my tits are exposed, As I look down I see their softness contrasting with the hardness of the nipples. They are yearning to be touched and pulled. I place one arm below my tits and raise this slowly so they rise and stand out more. My breasts look so full, enlarged with wanting and desire. I delicately touch one nipple and a ripple of excitement shoots through my body. I hold the nipple between three fingers and pull outwards slowly and watch it stretch out like a miniature penis. The harder and further I pull the more pleasure it gives me. I can sometimes cum just by manipulating and 'milking' my nipples, so I stop as I want to orgasm with the vibrator. The robe is now wide apart and I can see my glistening mound rising between my legs. My vaginal lips look swollen and puffy and at the top I can see the hardness of my clit peeping through seeking attention. I breathe deeply again while looking at my body and it is turning me on more and more. I hook one leg over the arm of my chair so that I can touch and caress the inside of my leg and upper thigh, moving to the white flesh above my stocking tops. There is moisture there and I sensuously massage the area. My fingers feel sticky and slippery. I let out a moan of pleasure and raise my hand to my tits squeezing them together tightly. I feel like I'm on fire. I hook my other leg over the other arm of the chair so my cunt is completely exposed and slightly open. I'm panting as I lustfully look at myself. I touch my exposed parts with two fingers, running them down my crack and juices flow out. I'm drenched and lubricated. The vibrator is staring at me and I hold it with difficulty in one hand. It's so big, my fingers do not reach round the girth. I'm surprised now at the size and different emotions enter my mind. I'm excited but also a little scared by how much it will make my vagina stretch. I try to suck the end of the vibrator but it hardly goes in my mouth. I place it on one of my nipples and set it to a slow vibration. This sends me into wondrous spasms of sensitivity, my whole body seems to quiver and shudder. I make a slow, tantalising, downward path tracing a trail via my belly button to my waiting, throbbing vagina. The vibrator touches my clit and I scream out with ecstasy. I pull it away. I know though that I must now cum, no more teasing, but I want the cock deep inside me as I do so. I put the head of the vibrator between my distended cunt lips and push gently, they part and welcome the roundness of the head between them. I'm not sure if I can take such a size. I push gently again and about an inch goes inside me. My nerve endings shoot messages to all of my pleasure zones. I have to breath deep and slow myself down. A little more pressure and I feel my cunt stretching and filling. As I glance down it looks obscene as this monstrous cock penetrates me. I can't stop now so I push once more and I must have four inches deep inside me. I throw my head back in triumph and push again. I'm so wet that the vibrator impales me going in further and I feel like I'm about to be split open. There's slight pain but mostly pleasure as I keep on thrusting until I feel my womb being attacked. I gasp at the wonder of it all and try to sit still. I've never felt so full. I sit silently and tighten and release my vaginal muscles over and over as if I'm sucking this intruder further and further into me. I cannot take any more, I'm sweating, I'm hot and I need to be fucked hard. I yell out obscenities I never normally use and start to move the cock in and out of me. As I do so my cunt is expanding, the stretching is making me groan and bite my lip. In and out I go pounding the sensations. I can't stop I'm possessed by a monstrous desire and I go faster and faster. Juices are flowing onto my chair beneath me and I know I'm cuming, I can't stop myself any longer. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I shout, "Pound my cunt, give it to me, all of it. I can take it." I scream as I cum, my whole body is throbbing, my tits are bouncing and I'm shaking my head from side to side. Wave after wave of orgasms flood my senses. I can hardly breath, the pulsating orgasms keep on coming over and over until tears are running down my cheeks and juices are flooding over my hand. At last they slow down and I'm left gasping and groaning. As I gradually come back to earth I pull the vibrator slowly out of my cunt and feel empty. I can see how open I am. It's like there is a dark tunnel to my very soul. I reach down to investigate. It is wet and hot inside. I can smell a musk odour filling my nostrils as my fingers examine, and move along, the velvet like walls. I know I'm going to need more. More stimulation, more fucking. I pull myself wide apart wishing I (or you) could fill my vagina with hot spurting sperm over and over again. 6.26 p.m: Suddenly I'm jolted back to the real world by the front door bell ringing. Flustered, I quickly wrap my robe round me and tie the belt. I'm sure it doesn't hide my desires properly but there may be someone important at the door. I rush downstairs, sweaty, flushed and sticky, the robe clinging like a second skin to my naked body. I breath deeply and open the door very slightly. It's Mr. Wilkinson! "I thought you might like this Neighbourhood Watch Newsletter to read." I mumble a thanks and then look at him looking at me. His eyes are glued to my swaying breasts and hard swollen nipples that are poking through the thin robe. 6.30 p.m: "Do you want to come inside?" I whisper... Do You Want to Dance? It was one of those memorable, hot and humid nights that you occasionally get in the North West of England. The temperature was reflected by the acres of female flesh that were on show and excitement was high in our little group. Back in 1992, I was a longhaired heavy metal fan, I had just turned 22 and was permanently looking to empty my balls into any woman I could get my claws into. Little did I realize at the time, but I was on the verge of one of the most erotic experiences of my life. We paid our way into the venue and were assaulted by the usual sensory overload of loud Rock music, scantily clad women writhing on the dance floor, cigarette smoke and the smell of spilt beer. I was informed by one of the guys that Leah was in. Leah was a girl whom I had been interested in for a long time, but who was with a lumbering idiot of a man. God she was beautiful, 5"8 and sported a very kinky Mohawk haircut worn with child like innocence. She had ivory white skin, a neck you could kiss forever, the most amazingly sexy mouth, bottomless eyes and a tiny waist. My spy told me she was on her own. 'Game On!' I thought I searched the club from top to bottom but couldn't find her anywhere. I was crushed. I settled down with a case of beer and proceeded to drink myself into a stupor. The night seemed to get more intense the later it got, probably due to the alcohol content of my bloodstream, and I really started to enjoy myself. I ended up next to the dance floor. Out of the alcoholic fog, Leah appeared. " Do you want to dance?" she shouted over the ridiculously loud music. I was astounded, this is my chance, I thought. I had better do something to impress her straight away. " I'd rather screw you senseless!" I yelled back jokingly. As the stinging on my slapped cheek calmed down, I realised that she didn't find my joke at all amusing and that I had fucked things rather up. I was really pissed off about this and I knew that I had blown it. The guys were laughing at me and it was clear at this time that my romantic intentions for the evening had been scuttled. The night was drawing to a close and we all started to filter out on to the street. Leah re?appeared so I staggered over to apologise for my previous behaviour. She accepted, whilst laughing about the look on my face when she slapped me. We started chatting and to compare notes on the evening. Eventually I asked her where she lived. She told me that she lived only few miles from my house "Do you want to share a taxi?" she asked "Why not, at least I know that you will get home safely, and I'll know where you live for my second job as a Peeping Tom" I joked, risking another fore arm smash. Eventually we got a cab and headed back out of the city. She asked me if I wanted a nightcap, there was no intent in her voice and it seemed like a friendly enough gesture. I accepted and paid off the cabby when we reached her place. It was a comfortable little studio flat on a back street near the student village, we cracked open a couple of cold beers, kicked off our shoes, and started to chat. We talked about everything and nothing for hours. I had almost managed to forget the desire that I felt for this stunningly beautiful woman and before I knew it, it was 5am. "I'm going to have to go" I said regretfully, "If I don't get home soon, I won't be up in time to be out again tomorrow!" I laughed. "Do you want to crash over here?" She asked. "If it's not too much trouble" I answered. That was it then, settled I thought, we sit up all night drinking, I sleep on the sofa and we end up best of mates rather than lovers. "Sofa or the bed?" She asked. I thought my hearing was playing up. "Are you going to lie on the sofa and dream of fucking me, or come to bed and get on with it?" "What do you think?" I answered with a smile and a quickening pulse. She came over and sat on the arm of the antique armchair I was sat in, I could smell her perfume, her hairspray, the vague odour of her perspiration. She reached across me put her hand on my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes. Time stood still. I knew she was moving toward me, about to caress my lips with her beautiful mouth. I felt her exhale, the warmth of her breath caressed my face. I watched her lips part slightly, then our mouths met. I had never been kissed like that before. The ferocity and passion had my heart exploding. Apart from her hand on my shoulder, our only contact was in our kisses, our tongues meeting, then searching each other's mouths. She broke away for a second, moving to straddle me in the chair, her knees by my thighs, her hands on the high chair back. Leah lowered her head to kiss me again. I raised my hands and gently started to stroke the nape of her neck, whilst cupping her face with my thumbs. She moaned gently as I took my hand away, then reached behind her back. I started to slowly trace her spine, easily able to feel my way through the thin material of her black T?shirt, down, over the bra strap, to the waist band of her short, denim skirt. Up and down my hand moved, tracing spirals and swirls across her back. I was trying to pluck up the courage to move under the fabric when Leah made the decision for me. She moved her head back and said quietly "What’s the matter, too shy to undress me? I like it when a man takes control" I was slightly taken aback by this, "I was, was waiting for the right moment" I finally managed to stammer. "Here's a clue for, what its worth" she giggled "the moment is now!" Quick as a flash, she took her hands from the chair back, grabbed the shirt by the hem and whipped it over her head. She dropped it to the floor and looked me straight in the eye with a look so hot that it melted my soul. Before I knew what was happening, the bra followed and I had a topless vixen sat on my lap! I half expected to be woken up at any moment, this had to be a dream, right? I was brought to my senses within seconds by a husky whisper "Do you like what you see, then?" She asked. I moved my head slightly forward and gently circled a pert nipple with my tongue. She gasped and grasped the back of my head, forcing her breast onto my mouth. I willingly took it in and sucked, licked, nibbled and teased for all my worth. My hands started to work up and down her thighs, moving over the black, sheer, hosiery with a gentle grace, almost as if they were of another person. I thought, 'what the hell, if she wants me to take charge, this had better be the start then.' I moved a hand to her gusset and started to stroke her pubis. She moaned a deep, guttural, animalistic moan and started to grind against my hand, whilst still holding me tightly to her breast, ferociously chasing her own orgasm. She came hard, I could feel her juices seeping through her hose and panties, the scent of her sex filled the room and her cries of lust heightened my desire. Her grinding eventually became less urgent, her moans became whimpers and her grip on my head lessened. There then followed that awkward moment where the 'who does what to who next' thought crossed both of our minds. She settled that by standing up and stepping back. I was slightly taken aback, I wasn't used to a woman who was comfortable enough with her own body to stand topless in a room with her skirt pushed up over her hips and engage me in small talk. I was more astounded when she grabbed my hand and said, "Right you are then, bed time!" and pulled me from the chair, towards the bedroom door. We stood at the foot of the bed, she unbuttoned my shirt, then embraced me tightly. I could feel the searing heat of her skin on mine, her nipples against my chest, even the wetness from where I had recently had one in my mouth. My penis twitched impatiently, a movement she felt against her own leg quite clearly. "What do we have here then?" She asked and traced the outline of my hardness with an elegant finger. I twitched again and she giggled impishly. "That must be sore, its swollen right up" she joked and, to my surprise, she added " would it help if I kissed it better?" She sat down on the end of the bed and pulled me closer. She quickly undid the button fly on my Levi's and pushed them to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood in front of her, naked as a baby. She cupped my balls in one hand, as if testing their weight, and slowly started to stroke my shaft with the other. I felt electric, it was like all my Christmas's rolled into one. I did have the usual jealous thought of 'where did she learn this?' for a fleeting second, right up until she kissed my glans. My knees nearly went from under me. To this day, I can't work out how I didn't just ejaculate there and then, I had never felt anything like this in my life. She kissed and teased the head of my prick like I had done her nipple minutes before. Her tongue traced swirls around it whilst she stroked my shaft and caressed my heavy testicles. I could feel myself welling up for what seemed like forever, the sensations, the everlasting image of her lips enveloping my tip, I new that my release was close. I mumbled a warning but she just looked up at me with an evil smile in her eyes and slowly began to pull down on my testicles. The feeling was nothing short of pure pleasure. I practically exploded my orgasm, fountaining my semen into her beautiful, sexy mouth. I could feel her tongue catching my seed whilst she kept up the rhythm with her hand, milking me for every last drop. She moved away and said, "Kiss me!" I had never, ever kissed any girl after a blowjob, the 'yuck' factor was just too high. However, on this occasion, I couldn't resist. I pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her with a greater longing than I have ever kissed anyone before or since. She wrapped her legs around my waist, holding my there whilst I tasted my own juices in her hot mouth. Eventually she pushed me away, saying, "I need a drink, fancy another beer?" She returned clutching a couple of Buds and sprawled out on the bed. It was a small room, only just enough for the large bed and a small dresser, opposite the foot of it. The dresser had a man's silk tie over it. "Your boyfriend's?" I enquired, remembering the shambolic oaf, suddenly aware that this guy could have pummeled me into the ground in short order "Ex Boyfriend's" she answered smiling. "Do you trust me?" I asked, with a wicked smile. "I will not hurt you, I promise" "Er, I guess so, but I will kill you if this is something anal" she laughed back. I grabbed the tie and quickly bound her hands together, then tied the other end to the headboard, so she was stretched out along the bed but free to move her legs and role over. "If you want to stop, just tell me, OK?" I asked. She just nodded, her still naked nipples stiffening visibly. I moved back to the foot of the bed and started to stroke her feet and calves. The nylons she was wearing had laddered on the thigh and would obviously never be worn again after tonight. A wicked thought crossed my mind. I pushed her legs apart and started to trace gentle kisses up the inside of her legs. I could hear her breathing quicken as I neared her crotch, still tantalizingly covered by the sheer pantyhose and what I could now see to be a pair of sexily plain black, high leg briefs. I pushed her skirt father up out of the way and made as if I was about to pull this fabric barrier away, she lifted her hips slightly to ease my efforts, but instead I quickly moved my hands under her buttocks and pressed her groin up to my mouth. I took her tights into my mouth and tore the gusset away with my teeth. She whimpered in expectation, feeling my hot breath against her smooth flesh. I hooked her panties to one side with my thumb and for the first time was able to look upon the short, fine hair that framed her sex so beautifully. I gently probed her labia with my tongue, opening her up and savoring her taste. Leah started to rock her hips up to meet my lapping, moaning softly as she did. 'Now its my turn' I thought and began the short journey upwards toward her bud. I found it almost instantly, erect and clear of its hood, awaiting my attentions. I lightly glanced my tongue of its tip, mimicking Leah's oral ministrations on me earlier, treating her clit like a miniature version of my now refreshed and restored erection. She screamed in delight as I sucked and nibbled, whilst my thumbs kept her labia open and her briefs to one side. Again and again, gleeful spasms shook her body until finally she shouted "For Gods Sake, Fuck me!" I pulled my head away, sat up and asked her, "Are you sure that's what you want, you wouldn't rather dance instead?" "You bastard!" She growled, "Fuck me now or you will be sorry" I pulled the tattered hosiery and sodden briefs off her and paused to admire the contrast of her milky white skin, jet black pubic hair and the wet pink inner flesh that I had just noisily feasted on. "NOW!" she shouted, thrusting her crotch up at me, "I don't care how you do me, I just want to be fucked!" As fast as lightening, I rolled her on to her belly, pulled her up onto all fours and moved in behind her. Her legs between mine, the tip of my erection just touching her opening. Her pleading was getting to be pitiful, painful even, so I started to apply pressure. I had made certain that, until this moment, nothing had penetrated her, so that the moment I took her would be even more intense for both of us. There was a brief moment of friction and resistance, then I was through, slowly forcing my engorged member into the very heart of her passion. I could not believe how hot she felt, I could feel ever ridge inside her, every muscle twitch within her velvet tunnel's walls. I swear I could even feel her pulse as she gripped me tight, pushing back at me to me my relentless initial thrust. Deeper and deeper I thrust until finally my balls were pressed firmly against her. We stopped like that for a moment, not totally still, Leah was gyrating her hips slightly, still getting used to my length, just enjoying the sensation of our union. I started to withdraw slowly, preparing my self for the forthcoming storm. I knew, we both knew, what was coming next and it was going to be fast and frantic. "How's that?" I asked "Not good enough" she answered. "I want it hard, fast and brutal. I want to feel it in the back of my head. I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow, I want to be embarrassed taking the sheets to the launderette, I want...BASTARD!" I never did find out what the last thing was that she wanted. At that moment I thrusted into her as if my life depended on it. My strokes being matched by her, her shapely backside thrusting back. I gripped her by the waist and she buried her head screaming beautifully sexy profanities into the pillow as I pistoned in and out of her achingly tight sex. We were Ying and Yang at that moment, perfectly united in our pleasure and pain. I could feel everything, Leah's walls tighten and contract, the knot of muscles that form the G spot, her juices being displaced, even the slightest changes in breathing. I knew my release was near. “Untie me", she pleaded. "I want to see your face when you come" I reached forward and slipped her bonds. Leah pulled herself forward and off my shaft, turned and pushed me over, on to my back. Quick as a flash she straddled me, not kneeling over my member, as I was used to, but squatting on me, feet flat on the bed. I tried to thrust up to her but she just told me to lie there and let her do the work. She reached over and placed her hands on the footboard of the bed, then began to ride me in a way that I had only ever seen in 'Scandinavian Cinema' before. It was almost as if she was an athlete of a different sort, doing squat thrusts on my pole. The visual spectacle was amazing, watching my shaft disappear inside her, then reappear, coming almost all the way out, before again, all the while with that short denim skirt still clinging to her hips. For some one who wanted to watch me when I came, Leah was spending a lot of time with her eyes closed. Her mouth hung open slightly in between the gasps and moans, her faced flushed with the pleasure and the effort. Her breasts bounced in front of my face and I knew that I was, from that moment on, forever hers. I could feel my orgasm building, and warned her. "Inside me, I want you to come inside, now!" she cried. I reached up and grabbed her nipples, twisting them as my orgasm overtook me. It was enough to set her off and as I looked up, Leah was shuddering. Her eyes were wide open and full of lust as I pumped my seed deep into her. Her inner walls gripped me so hard and with such urgency I feared that she might rip my manhood from me. Finally our spasms subsided and our breathing returned to something near normal. I hoped to God that all the neighbors were deaf, or away, our cries must have been loud enough to wake the dead. Leah leant forward, kissed me gently and whispered, "That's enough for now." She had a glint in her eye like I had never seen before in my life. "Besides, I think that you ought to clean me out before we sleep" Do You Want To Fuck Me? Due to a lack of options on Mondays I went to The End. The night started slowly and it took me quite a while to get used to the atmosphere. Then I ran into a couple of guys I vaguely knew. One of them, Dr. Yen, walked up to me to tell me I was a monster. My reputation apparently exceeded my actual level of skill. At around 1.30 a.m. most of those guys had formed a circle, presumably discussing pick-up instead of approaching girls. I saw Sunshine walking by. She looked luscious, so I grabbed her hand and said, "I don't think we have met before." We spent some happy moments chatting, caressing and hugging each other. Because I had stopped her on the way to the ladies' room, she had to leave me for a moment but promised to be back. In the meantime I talked to the other guys. Sunshine joined our circle and asked me whether those were friends of mine. I was rather disinclined to introduce her to five guys who were out to pick up women. Therefore I dragged her off to another area of the club before she could finish her sentence. We sat down on the stage. Earlier that day I had thought about a few amusing stories from my life to tell girls to avoid stalling in conversations. At an appropriate moment I mentioned how much I loved playing with my grandmother's cats when I was a kid. It did the trick, and Sunshine was listening with great interest. "I have to tell you that I am here with a friend," she warned me all of a sudden. "Oh, I did not know this." "You have nothing to worry about. Just keep it in mind." She walked off to find her friend. One of my acquaintances saw an opportunity and tried his luck. I consider such behaviour bad etiquette. It did not matter because he fell flat on his face. He apologised later on. Since Sunshine was gone for a while I had to entertain myself. I was dancing and poking the tummies of random girls for giggles. Among them was Kisses. She had already walked away from her friends and was leaning against a pillar. Her face was very pretty but to say the same about her body would have been a bit of a stretch. Because I was bored I walked up to her. This was enough to put her into a trance. Our lips were close, but I was only teasing her. She was enthralled and deeply gazed into my eyes. "Just kiss me," she begged me. She literally stood there with her mouth gaping wide open. Because I had nothing better to do we made out for a while. I did not want to push things too far, though, because of Sunshine. After all, it is within reason to chase after a prettier bird in the bush when you've got only a plump one in your hand. Kisses was keen on getting me but I preferred to walk off. She kept staring at me and demonstratively blew off a couple of guys in plain sight of me. Hopefully she met someone else that night. I had more important things to take care off, like scoring with a particularly sexy Swedish girl named Sunshine. After dancing for a while to get my mind off Kisses, I looked around for Sunshine. She was talking to the friend she previously mentioned. I pulled her in and danced with her. I spun her around. Then I dipped and dry-humped her until she broke a sweat. I was dominant as fuck. She got completely into it and added a cool variation on her own: she put her legs around my waist and quickly bent over backwards so that I had to carry all her weight. Luckily I am in a pretty decent shape. She loved it. But she had other needs as well. "I need some drugs. Do you have some coke?" she suddenly asked. I don't do drugs, even though many believe the opposite to be the case. Because I had none, she wandered off, looking for a supplier. Two random guys sensed an easy prey and cornered her. One tried the infamous back attack and pressed his groin against this unsuspecting female's butt. She pushed him away immediately. I joined her and we picked things up right where we had left off. "I like this a lot!" she said, and after a short pause she asked me where I lived. Earlier that week a girl had asked me the same question with the obvious intention of going to my place to get her brains fucked out. I have learnt my lesson and instead of giving Sunshine a lengthy description I told her I was living "just around the corner." "That was easy," she replied. Everything was fine. But two seconds later I almost lost my composure. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked me. With arguably too much excitement I said "Yes!" Such enthusiasm can kill your chances, so I steered back. Some girls are content with simply knowing that they could get the guy. Once he lets out that he wants to have sex with her, it is game over for him. I quickly added "Maybe I want to." She smiled gleefully. We kept dancing. Sunshine turned around and ground her ass against my dick. A little bit later she rubbed and squeezed it. When I guided her other hand up to my head she pulled my hair like crazy, which got me to the brink of screaming. In order to keep the tension I gently pushed her away. "I want some coke!" she protested. "You'll do fine without drugs tonight, baby." This was a cheesy line but she did not bring up the topic again. Later on she even said that she wouldn't need anything tonight. However, I have reason to suspect that she snorted a line somewhere in between. Eventually she wanted to go back to her place. But when I told her that we could just leave she brought up her friend again. She walked off to fill him in. Since she kept me waiting for longer than I expected I went looking for her. I found her in a deep discussion with her friend. When I showed up the guy immediately walked off. I sat down next to her. Her friend, a gay guy, was annoyed because she wanted to hook up. It did not seem bother her at all. "I am ready to leave. You can come with me if you want," she said. So far this might seem like an excessively easy pick-up. At the bus stop, however, the ride became bumpy. "So, why exactly do you want to come home with me? You don't even know me," she said. Obviously I would have shot myself in the foot had I told her it was because of her looks, so I said I liked her energy and how we danced together. Those were valid reasons, nonetheless. On the bus she threw me another nasty curveball and asked me whether I loved someone. "I love no one. ... I love life," I answered. Looking sceptically at me she hissed that I should not give her "any of this bullshit." I replied that it was true. Sunshine then fessed up that she was still in love with someone she had broken up years ago. (Probably she got dumped.) This hinted at some troubles ahead. I did not dwell on the topic and she dropped it soon. Letting her talk about how much she was still in love with her ex-boyfriend would hardly have helped me. After we got off the bus she wanted to buy some chocolate at a nearby gas station. This was when I realised that I only had one condom with me. I wanted to stack up and get a couple of extra large ones but they did not have any. Instead I bought some regular ones, but those usually lead to a rather bad experience. Sunshine got curious. "What did you buy? I thought you said you had some condoms. Were you lying?" "I only have one left so I bought some more. But they did not have large ones." "Oh, wait.... How big are you then?" "Bigger than average." She kept needling me about the size of my cock for quite some time but I did not tell her. She would soon see it in all its glory anyway. At her house she made me some tea, showed me random pictures of herself and even brought me a plate full of delicious food. This girl treated me like a king. Something was wrong here, I thought. Because why be so nice to someone you only want to have a one-night stand with? I liked this girl. I used to think that women who treat you nicely only do so because they don't want to feel like sluts. However, I have later learnt that they have no scruples about using you only for your penis if this is all they desire. I was too concerned about "being in control" and thus acted aloof. This meant that I blew a chance to get to know someone as a person. We ended up playing around in her bed. Our clothes went off progressively. Eventually we were in our underwear. I paused to take a look at her body and completely undressed her. She was really beautiful. The mood was still playful, so she blurted out, "Come on, I wanna see your big cock!" I told her to get it out of my pants, which she instantly pulled down. Sunshine took it into her hands and eagerly watched it getting bigger. I still played it cool. Instead I should have pinned her down and railed her right there. We took a break to eat some more. Because I felt stuffed I lied down and we cuddled for a bit. Suddenly Sunshine said she did not want to fuck anymore. This was probably because she started to like me, which made her worry I would think she was a slut if she "gave it up" too quickly. Fucking girls ASAP takes care of that problem but I had missed that boat. It got even more bizarre when she announced that she did not want to kiss me anymore. This was really odd. I had no explanation, but her reasons became clear in an instant. She had a minor nervous breakdown and started to cry. Shit. While crying she told me much more than I would have wanted to know about her problems of finding a decent guy. I did not dwell on any of the topics she brought up but only said that everything would be all right. After what felt like an eternity she calmed down and said she only wanted to chill. I had not gotten any action so far and I honestly did not care anymore. I even contemplated going home, but public transport in London in the early morning hours was such a mess that I decided to stick it out. "How come you feel so comfortable lying next to a naked girl?" she suddenly asked me, insinuating that I was picking up girls left, right and centre. "Come on, it's not such a big deal," I replied. We were lying right next to each other without saying a word and caressing each other's faces. "I just want to get some sleep," she said. "That's fine with me. I could use some rest as well." I wish I had counted the seconds. Almost immediately after I had rolled away, her body was rubbing up against mine. "Do you want to fuck?" she cooed. In a completely calm tone of voice I said "Sure, why not?" I got on top of her and tried to kiss her. "Don't kiss me. You can fuck me if you want but don't kiss me." She was hugely turned on, scratched my back and pulled my hair like crazy. I put my middle finger in and realised she was dripping wet. She could not have gotten that horny in such a short amount of time. Then it struck me that she probably found my utter lack of care so arousing. Sunshine grabbed my cock and whacked it while I was shoving my tongue down her throat. I stopped and told her to suck it. She refused. In her hands my cock got bigger and bigger. "Just fuck me!" she begged. Sunshine kept staring at my cock and said she would start to scream when I put it in her. I really do love fellatio, though, so I put my cock close to her lips. Reflexively she kissed it all over. I let her do that for a while but eventually I shoved it into her mouth. She sucked it enthusiastically. After a while I took over, grabbed her hair and fucked her head with a few good thrusts. She got immensely turned on by this, moaned louder and louder and arched her back. I reached for her pussy with my other hand. I kept a firm grip on her blonde mane and yanked her head back and forth while I was administering forceful thrusts with my pelvis. In irregular intervals I shoved my cock completely down her throat. With my other hand I was playing with her clit. This certainly was not a bad position to be in. I wanted to amp her up even more, so I leaned back a bit and slowly slid two fingers in. Instead of letting out a loud moan she completely freaked out and tried to push me off. "Honey, you are so beautiful, but I can't!" she mumbled. She rolled over and cried. I told her no matter what the problem was, it was all right because I would not judge her in any way. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," I added. Again she brought up her ex-boyfriend. She also revealed the number of guys she had slept with. Her count was fifty. It did not bother me at all. After fifteen minutes or so she finally calmed down. It was about 6 a.m. and I was getting really tired. We were once again lying right next to each other. Suddenly there was a calmness in the air and everything seemed to be perfectly fine. She rolled over to me and put her head on my chest. Her hand wandered down to my groin and she said I had "the most beautiful cock" while touching it with her fingertips. I put her hand on it and she happily jerked me off. I blew a decent load after a few minutes and she cleaned up the mess. After all that drama I did not really give a damn about fucking her properly so I left things at that. Sunshine cuddled up to me again. She put my hand on her pussy, indicating that I should rub her clit. It did not take her long to get into it. Moments later I felt a certain urge. Because she freaked out earlier, I whispered in her ear that I would love to finger her. She moaned lightly and told me to just do it. Her reward was a thorough A-spot massage, while I was working her clit with the middle finger of my other hand. After a few minutes her pussy began to clamp down on my fingers rhythmically. She was moaning loudly while twisting her body. When it got too much for her she pulled my hair and scratched my back. It was almost violent and I got a huge kick out of it. She was moaning louder and louder. Yet, it seemed as if she had problems climaxing. Despite all my efforts she just did not come. Eventually she said she could not completely relax but that it felt awesome nonetheless. I kept going --- and a little bit later she experienced what looked like a decent orgasm. It came in multiple waves. She may even have squirted a little bit. I am quite sure that a small load splashed against the palm of my hand but I could not verify it because she had only lit some candles. Afterwards she cuddled up to me again. We were lying there in post-coital bliss for a while. Then she asked me whether I like "going to clubs and picking up fit girls." I said maybe. She laughed. After a pause she playfully slapped my chest and asked, "How can there be a maybe?" Do You Want To Know A Secret? I sensed that something was bothering Paula almost as soon as she came through the door. It's something you pick up after almost twenty years of marriage. "Is something wrong, Paula?" I asked as I watched her fidget with the dinner preparations. "No, nothing at all," she responded, perhaps too quickly. The other thing I had learned in my time with Paula was that she could not be pushed into revealing something until she so desired. To hassle her would be a waste of time, at best, or lead to an argument in the worse case scenario. I set the table and kept my mouth shut. "Tomorrow evening, I have to go back in to work around seven for a short while, Bill," revealed Paula. "I have to meet with some parents to go over the lack of progress their children are making." "No problem," I replied as I recalled the conversation I had with Tim Brown earlier that same day. Tim was the head maintenance man at the high school where Paula taught. He had been in my body shop getting an estimate on repairing a ding in his fender from an all too common interaction with a deer. He had explained how ridiculous he thought it was to evacuate the entire school tomorrow evening while some special haz-mat guys removed about four inches of asbestos insulation found on a heating pipe in the bus garage. The garage was almost a hundred yards from the school building, but the people in power were taking no chances that any problems would come from the removal. Hence the decision was made to vacate the school, including the nighttime custodial staff. Now Paula was telling me that she had an appointment at the school that evening? It made no sense. Paula never lied about anything, and especially anything this trivial. Then it occurred to me. It may not be trivial at all. Where was she really going and why? Why did she feel the need to lie? I mulled it over during dinner, and well after. I finally came to a decision and turned my attention to enjoying my wife and our two teenage daughters the rest of the evening. The next day I asked my newest employee, Steve Milko, into my office and explained what I wanted him to do. "Just follow Paula and see where she goes and who she meets, Steve. She hasn't met you yet, so she'll have no reason to suspect you. I know this isn't part of the job description, but it'll be doing me a favor and I'll pay you overtime for the time you actually spend doing this for me," I added. "That's a deal clincher, Boss!" chuckled Steve. "I won't have any trouble recognizing your wife from all the pictures you have of her and your kids here in the office. I'll follow her and give you a full report tomorrow morning." I didn't like what I was doing, but I felt I had little choice. Paula was lying to me. I had to know why. In all my years with her, I had never suspected her of not telling the truth. Now those years of trust were being eroded. "Well, Boss, I did a pretty good job last night, but you won't like what I found out," began Steve as he sat down in the chair in front of my desk. "Your wife met some slick looking dude at the Dew Drop Inn. They sat at a booth in the back, so we bought a couple beers and sat in the next one." "Just who the hell is 'we', Steve?" I demanded. "I assumed that you understood that this was a sensitive matter and that I didn't want the whole town to know about it!" "Shit, Boss. How long have you been married? I can't just get up and walk out the door anytime I want without telling my wife where I'm going, and what I'm doing. If I try to lie to her, she'll know it and then my ass will be in a sling. Once Marcie heard what my orders were, there was no leaving her behind. It worked out good because she hears better than I do, and she's a hell of a lot smarter than I am, although I'll never admit it to her," confessed Steve. "Just get on with the story, Steve," I responded curtly. "When I sat down, I noticed the guy had some old magazines on the table. I couldn't tell what they were, but I know what was in them," continued Steve. "The prick was blackmailing your wife, Boss. He told her he'd show the pictures in the magazine to you and your kids, and even send some to your wife's boss if she didn't cooperate." "How much money did he ask her for? What were the pictures? How much time did he give her?" I asked in rapid succession. "What did Paula tell him?" "Now, Boss. Remember that I'm just making my report here. Don't kill the messenger, okay?" replied Steve. "He told her that he wanted her to be his mistress and gave her till Monday to make up her mind. Your wife begged him to accept money, but he just laughed at that suggestion. With all due respect, Boss, he told her he wanted to fuck her whenever the mood struck him. There were no options. I had to hold Marcie to keep her from going back and breaking a beer bottle over his coconut. She was hot!" I considered what Steve had told me. Blackmail was easily thwarted. All it took was the truth. What truth could be so bad that Paula would even consider such a contemptible proposal? Who was this miserable bastard? "I don't suppose you caught the name of this guy?" I asked hopefully. "Boss, we did get his first name. It was Tom. That was all your wife called him," replied Steve. "Well shit! That rules out Dick and Harry, but there's shit-load of men named Tom in the area," I bitched. "Can you tell me what he looked like?" A slow grin came to Steve's face when he heard my question. "I told you that Marcie was a lot smarter than me, Boss. Before they broke up their little confab, Marcie had the bright idea of me standing up so she could take my picture with her cell phone. The only thing is she missed my handsome mug and took a picture of the asshole blackmailing your wife. I have it right here," grinned Steve as he pulled a phone from his pocket, punched a couple buttons, and held it in front of me. "Here's the dude!" The light in the photo wasn't the best, but I recognized the man immediately. It was Thomas Mann, educator of the year in 2000, and newly appointed vice-principal of the high school where Paula worked. He almost didn't get the post because Paula had complained about what she felt was inappropriate behavior between Mann and a freshman girl last year. He told Paula at the time, in private, that she would regret her actions. Apparently he was trying to make good on his promise. The questions were many. What was he using to blackmail Paula? Why the old magazines? How would Paula respond to this threat? Would she come to me for help? Could she? Would she submit? I knew the answer to the last question... over my dead body! It was Thursday morning. I had a few days to consider the situation and try to come up with a good solution. If it came down to it, I'd visit the prick Monday and end any dreams he had of sleeping with my wife, or any other woman! It just seemed like a bad idea for me to risk being arrested. Then whatever he was using to blackmail Paula would become public knowledge. How does one thwart a blackmailer? That evening Paula was quiet and preoccupied. Even our daughters noticed it and asked her if something was wrong. Paula offered some lame excuse about thinking of new ideas for a literature course she was teaching. Somehow, the girls accepted it. That night in bed, Paula was all over me. She gave me everything a man could ever ask from a wife and would have continued, if I had been able. Afterwards, she put her head on my shoulder and proclaimed her unending love as she clung to me tightly. This thing had her concerned that she might lose me. I could see that much quit clearly. The next afternoon, just after I got home, there was a knock on the front door. My older daughter, Chris, answered it and called for me. It turned out to be a courier with a package for me, and one for my daughters, Chris and Lisa. By the time I had signed my name, Chris had her package open and was going through the contents. "These are old magazine pictures of naked women, and one of them is mom!" shrieked Chris. "Let me see!" insisted Lisa as she grabbed the pages from her sister. "Wow! It is mom, and she's showing everything!" "Look how young she is! She was beautiful!" gasped Chris as she looked over her sister's shoulder. "Dad, when did mom have these taken? Why didn't she ever show them to us? Why did we get them in some generic package?" "Your mother will be home soon. You need to ask her those questions. Now let's sit down and calmly look this stuff over and discuss what we think about everything," I suggested. Twenty minutes latter, Paula came through the front door and sighed. It looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. Then she noticed the three of us sitting on the couch with the pictures spread over the coffee table. "Oh no!" was all she could manage as realization of what we were looking at washed over her. Tears began streaking her cheeks. "Mom, come over here and look at these pictures we had delivered a little while ago," urged Chris. "You never told us about these and we're all pretty upset about it." "I am so sorry, Chris! Those horrid pictures were a huge mistake that I made many years ago. You should never have seen them!" cried a very distraught Paula. "Mom! You're so beautiful! We're upset that you never told us about them and never showed them to us. We want to make copies and put them on our wall. I can't wait to show my friends how hot my mom was!" exclaimed Chris. "Yeah, Mom. Dad says that you were even more beautiful in real life than in these pictures. Why didn't you tell us about them, Mom? You are so cool!" giggled Lisa as she ran to her mother and hugged her. Paula was obviously stunned for the second time in as many minutes. Her tears had slowed as her daughters showered her with love and compliments. She turned her attention to me. "Darling, you're still beautiful," I told her as I stood and walked to her. "In fact, you look even hotter today than you did all those years ago, and that's saying a lot!" I took her in my arms and hugged her to me. She buried her face in my chest and sobbed for a short while and then looked up at me. "You don't hate me, Bill?" whispered Paula. "You still love me?" "More than ever, Sweetheart," I laughed as I kissed her hard. "Now that we have all that mushy stuff out of the way, Mom, come over here and tell us all about these photos," insisted Chris. "We're dying to hear the story behind these pictures in these magazines. Were you a model or something?" "My father died when I was a freshman in college. Remember I told you about that, girls? I told you that I worked my way through my first three years of college because my mother wasn't left with very much money. Well, I posed for photographers that sent pictures into these magazines, and for those calendars men like to look at. They weren't exactly respectable family magazines. But they weren't the really bad ones either," Paula quickly added. "Posing for these pictures and working weekends as a waitress, was pretty much how I got through college. At the end of my junior year, an uncle I had never met died and left me over ten thousand dollars. I was able to quit posing for those pictures. I kept my job as a waitress and graduated the next year," concluded Paula. "Why didn't you ever tell us about that? Why didn't you show us the pictures, Mom?" asked Chris. "You look amazing! I hope I have a figure like yours in a couple years!" "I think that's obvious, Chris. I'm not proud of what I did. I feel like I betrayed you kids, as well as your father, even though I didn't know your dad at the time, and you two certainly hadn't yet been born," explained Paula. "I was determined to get a degree and a decent job no matter what it took. I compromised my future by being so determined to have one. I have been living in fear that your father would someday find out the truth and leave me. I wouldn't blame him if he did," "You don't seem to know very much about Dad," laughed Lisa. "He couldn't stop looking at these pictures and telling us how incredible you were, and are. He said we should be very proud to have such a beautiful, smart mom." "He said that, did he?" marveled Paula. "All these years I have been worried about him finding out and it turns out that it turns him on?" "Mom!" squealed both girls in unison. "We're just little girls, Mom," laughed Chris. "Save that stuff for the bedroom, please!" "Sorry, girls. Bill, will come with me and help me get this zipper down on my dress?" asked Paula as she took my hand and headed for the bedroom. "Don't forget about our dinner, you two lovebirds!" called Chris, obviously not fooled by the zipper excuse. The next day was Saturday. I called Steve's wife, Marcie and asked her if she would be willing to accompany me in a meeting with the school superintendent, Mrs. Gwen Wilder. When I explained what I had in mind, she jumped at the opportunity. Then I called Ms. Wilder at her home and made an appointment for that afternoon, explaining that it was extremely important. The three of us were sitting around a large desk in the Wilder den. I pulled out a package and placed it on the desk. "I want you to see these pictures and then listen to a little drama that Marcie overheard, Mrs. Wilder," I began. "As you go through these, you will see that they are old magazine photographs of my wife, Paula. You will probably notice that she is posing in the nude." "And that she has one hell of a figure!" exclaimed Marcie as she leafed through the pile. "I'd really like to meet you wife! She is absolutely stunning." "It seems odd that you would bring these to my attention, Bill. Paula was enjoyed a very good reputation in our school. Her work has been excellent and she is tenured. Why even risk that by showing these risqué pictures to me?" quizzed Gwen Wilder. "Because they exist, Mrs. Wilder. That means they may be used against her at some point in the future, and I fear it may be the near future," I added. "Paula helped pay for her college education by posing for these pictures. She isn't particularly proud of them. They are what they are. You can decide if these somehow violate her contract." "She wants to keep working at your school but she will not apologize, nor will she beg to keep her job. Moreover, she will not be blackmailed by some cowardly prick," I stated forcefully. "Now Marcie will relate what she overheard and is prepared to testify to under oath." Monday morning came and Paula was obviously agitated. "That asshole is expecting my answer today, Bill. I told you about the deadline. I don't understand why he sent the pictures to you and the girls before the deadline," mused Paula. "Maybe he thinks my fear of being fired will be enough to cause me to acquiesce to his demands." "That's probably it, Paula," I agreed. "Still, he'd know that you would ask me who would send those pictures and I would tell you. That would seem to put him at some risk and decrease the likelihood that I would go along with his proposal," she reasoned. Who knows what a demented bastard like that thinks, Paula?" I asked. "Don't try to understand a sick mind like that." "I suppose you're right, but it just seems odd to me," continued Paula. "I wonder if I'll still have a job after today. Well, there's only one way to find out. I love you, Bill. Thanks for being so understanding and forgiving." I held Paula tight to me for a long minute, gave her a kiss and opened the door for her. Paula was working with several students on their lines for the school play that she directed every year. Classes were over for the day and the school was mostly empty. I stood in the wings of the stage, just observing. About fifteen minutes into the rehearsal, Mr. Thomas Mann burst through a door raving and cursing like a crazy man. His ire was directed at Paula. "You miserable bitch! I've been fired because of you! I've a good mind to beat some goddamn respect into you! You're just a fucking whore!" he screamed as he approached Paula with his fist clenched. Unfortunately for him, I was prepared for something like this and stepped in front of Paula before he could reach her. From the corner of my eye, I saw that the school kids were back-pedaling in horror. That worked fine for my purposes. Mann's surprise was total. I proceeded to stretch the crazy bastard out right on the floor. Then Mrs. Wilder rushed onto the stage with the school security and stopped abruptly, looking at Mann's supine form and then at me. She simply nodded her head. Then she told her security man to call 911 and ask for police and an ambulance. After Mann was wheeled out on a gurney, cursing like an old sailor, Paula drew me to the side. "Don't treat me like an idiot, Bill," she began. "Too many things don't add up in this mess. You seem to know what to expect before it happens, and nothing surprises you. You were here because you thought Tom might come looking for me. When he met me that night to show me the pictures in order to try to blackmail me, he only had two magazines with four pictures total. He didn't know about the other pictures of me that were in circulation. "You and the girls received every magazine and calendar I was ever in. Tom didn't have them all. I'm pretty certain of that. The super just told me that the testimony of some woman named Marcie Milko would be the proof that Tom was trying to blackmail me for sex. The only Milko I ever even heard of is some guy that you recently hired, and that I never met. The only time that Tom and I met over this was at the Dew Drop. Now I remember a strange acting couple in the next booth that night. What are you keeping from me, Bill?" demanded Paula. I had been hoping Paula would never connect the dots. She was too smart to fool. I had no choice but to throw myself at her mercy. "Paula, you aren't the only one that has lived with a secret for all these years. Please listen and try to understand. I was just out of trade school and working my first job. As was the practice back then, the guys always pinned up pictures of women on the walls in the shop. They put them on their toolboxes and almost everything else they could fit them on. "You were one of those pinups. I couldn't stop looking at you. I started buying all those different educational periodicals, looking for more pictures of you and reading what ever I could about you. In one of them, I discover you were a student at a big state school in the east. Sad as it sounds, I started driving down to Penn State on weekends, hoping that was the state school and that I'd see you in person. There was no real reason to even think that was the school you were in, or even if you really went to college," I admitted. "I had these ideas that I'd find you and that you'd be naked in my arms inside an hour. Incredibly, I did find you after a football game! Remember? It was your senior year and you had stopped modeling, or whatever you call it. You also remember that it took me two years to get you naked in my arms. I was head over heels in love with you long before that. "I knew the school was closed the night you said you had to go back in, but actually met with Mann. I had my new guy at work follow you, and luckily, he took his wife, Marcie. They heard everything and told me. I had those pictures sent to the girls and me so you could end your fear and tell Mann to go to hell. Those pictures were from my private stash. I took Marcie to The super's house Saturday and told her the whole story. I knew if Mann tried to show her those pictures it would be the final proof that he was a blackmailing shit and she would terminate him. I worried that he might try to take it out on you, so I hung close to keep an eye on you," I explained. Do You Want To Know A Secret? "Why didn't you ever tell me that you knew about those pictures when we met, or at least at some point over the years, Bill?" asked Paula. "I was afraid you would think I was a creep or a stalker, and I guess, technically, I was. Once I found you, and found out that as great as your body was, your personality and brains were even better, and I couldn't risk losing you. I've been afraid that someday you'd find out that I had spent eight months looking for you at Penn State and think I was a weirdo," I confessed. "I just love you so much, Paula." "Didn't you take an awful chance showing those pictures to the girls, Bill? Did you realize that you could have made them hate me?" questioned Paula. "No, that never crossed my mind. I made certain I was there when they looked at them. I knew they would never hate you. I also believed they would study my reaction to the photos and use that as their guide. Your girls could never hate you and it's beyond my ability, or anyone else's to make that happen. Their reaction was what you saw. They have a hot mother and I have a cool wife!" "I'm going to enjoy listening to you tell the girls the rest of the story tonight, Bill," stated Paula matter-of-factly. "They know my secret and now you'll tell them yours, so you won't 'live in fear' any longer. They'll know that if I hadn't posed for those photos, we never would have met. I just hope you don't creep them out!" Do You Want to Live Forever? It was 3am in January, the year 1971. A biting North wind blew without fear or favour along Princes Street, the shops stood dark and shuttered, concealed within the darkness a cloaked and shapeless form stood waiting. This was the third night that he had watched for her finishing work and knew that she would be perfect for him, perfect to serve as his Princess, but he needed to establish her routine. * * * * * Sitting in the dimly lit bar finishing my drink alone I once again turned to look at the man I had been staring at off and on the entire evening. I was unable to put to mind what made him look so exquisite, but the pale skin and deep, almost glowing, penetrating green eyes sent shivers of carnal desire racing up and down my spine. I was unable to tell if it was the darkness that made his face so radiant but I had become so drawn to this stranger whose face was shadowed by the broad-brimmed hat that he wore. Not for the first time this evening he seemed to be looking straight back at me, almost as though he were trying to come to a decision, and as he looked again now I felt my face glow as I tried to hide a blush with my hand. Turning back to his table he doffed his hat and throwing a broad smile at me turned on his heel and left the bar. For some reason I felt desperately sad at his leaving. Taking one last sip of my drink that had suddenly become tasteless I decided to call it a night. Moving to leave the bar I shrugged into my coat and found myself wondering why I had not spoken to this beautiful man with whom I had engaged myself for the last three hours. I had not really been listening to my friend with whom I arrived and had been sitting with for most of the evening. That was probably why she had made her excuses and left some twenty minutes earlier, I had been a very boring companion this night. I began the short walk to the apartment where I lived alone. Entering the dark alley that was the shortcut I used most evenings, I felt a strange sense of foreboding but carried on into the almost stygian darkness although not without trepidation. I felt a little as though someone or something watched me; this did un-nerve me a little but was not un-natural in a big city. Ahead of me the moon came out from behind a cloud and two darkly clad figures eased out of the blackness in front of me, the moonlight glinting on the knives they carried. I stood rooted to the spot in fear for my life, behind me I heard a dull thud, I was surrounded, there was nowhere to run. With my heart pounding I became enveloped in what seemed like a black material and I seemed to be floating, or more accurately to be moving upwards. I tried to struggle but a deep, commanding yet calming voice came to me saying: "Be still my little one for our journey is long and arduous, it is my wish for you to be at ease." Although still very afraid, the voice that I seemed to hear only in my head was bewitching. As I could barely move anyway with these powerful arms around me, holding me close, I decided to wait until reaching my destination before making any attempt to escape. I made myself as comfortable as possible considering the situation and in doing so became aware of the warmth of my captor. His aroma was like nothing I had ever previously encountered, it was captivating and I felt my head beginning to spin with each breath that I took. After what seemed like a couple of hours, a small gap appeared in the material enveloping me. I tried to make the most of this opportunity that had presented itself and looking upwards saw the night sky very clearly, a myriad stars with seemingly no light pollution. However, looking down it was very different, I gasped loudly, "this cannot be," but before my eyes and far below me I could make out fields and hills unrolling. It was true, we were flying, but how, I heard no airplane engine and besides we were not in a plane, and yet, we were flying, apparently unaided. The strangest thing was that it held no fear for me. Ahead I saw a fairytale castle coming into view with great turrets at the corners, reminding me of the childhood stories of Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella. This one however was somewhat different; it was very dark which gave it a forbidding aura. The gap in my dark cloth prison disappeared as quickly as it emerged and once again I was in complete darkness. The arms that held me had tightened a little and I had the feeling that we were descending. Suddenly movement came to an abrupt halt, my feet jarring as they hit the floor. I was back on terra firma. This was my chance to escape, I tried to break free from the encircling arms but they held me too tightly. Stupidly, perhaps in a moment of blind panic, I thought that it had been a long time since a man had held me this tightly in his arms. Still I struggled and cried out loudly when that deep and so erotic voice said, "I had hoped that our journey together might have quietened your spirit a little but I see that this is not so. I would try to stamp this out here and now by giving you the spanking of your life but I have other and more urgent business to attend to. You will be left alone in this room until I return. With that I felt myself picked up bodily and pitched through the air to land on what felt as though it might be a bed, I had time to fleetingly think of his amazing strength and the cloth prison that was now gone. I turned to look at the face of my captor but all I saw was his back as he swept through a door that closed silently behind him, taking what little light there was with him. I passed a part of the time wandering around this room trying to find a means of escape, but after a long time, some of which had been spent on my hands and knees on the cold stone floor, I had made the following deductions. Firstly, that there was no exit save through the door by which I had entered, it being securely fastened and there were no windows. The second discovery was that with the exception of the bed, there were no other items of furniture in the room; this solitary room had indeed become my prison cell. The bed became another mystery to me, appearing to be covered with the most surprising of luxurious materials. The sheets were of the finest silk and the bedspread gorgeous velvet. If this room was another prison, why was the bed so lavish in such a cold and apparently bare room? An enigma I decided and left it at that. I felt so frustrated and humiliated sitting on this glorious bed that tears began to flow quite unbidden, however, pulling myself together I started thinking clearly and logically. If I were to be kept here as a prisoner I would need to rest and regain my strength. The past few hours had been emotional and trying, I did feel rather tired. Looking at my watch I discovered that it was nearly three in the morning but decided that although feeling tired I would not give into it, I would keep myself aware of what was going on. Unfortunately no sooner had I settled into the luxury of this magnificent bedding, than exhaustion took over causing me to enter a deep sleep. At some point in this slumber, I began to dream a most wonderful and surprisingly erotic dream. It had become as though there was someone very close to me, watching me sleep. I felt the most sensuous kiss on my neck followed by the tiniest prick piercing my skin. This dream gave me the feeling that I had been surrounded by love and that all the loneliness of the past ten years had been lifted, almost like a blindfold being removed. With it came an intense desire burning inside me, I had felt as though I were writhing with sexual pleasure, the dream was so absolutely sensual Without warning I felt the grip of passion explode within me as I released, I could not remember when I had last had an erotic dream, but never with this intensity. I came fully awake immediately, feeling the heat burning between my thighs and then suddenly it all came back to me. As I opened my eyes, I found myself looking into a pair of the most dazzling green. His own and they made me feel as though he were penetrating my very soul. The room had been lit now with soft candles flickering all around the room, adding to the feeling of sensuality. I then moved back up the bed in fear, finding to my surprise that I had somehow become weak, gaining none of the strength I had hoped from my slumbers. It was then that I realised that I was also totally naked; someone had removed my clothing through the night without my being aware. "Be still my child and do not be afraid, for I mean you no harm. You are weakened indeed and yes; this has been caused because I wished it so. I have much that I wish to discuss with you and on this night you must make what will be the most important decision of your young life." At his utterance, I was unable to move or speak, my mind had become a hurricane of confusion, and there were so many unanswered questions. Here I sat; naked with the man with whom I had idled away three hours last night in wishful thinking. I recognised the deepness of his eyes and their gentle light; I could also see that there were thin red lines radiating from the pupils to the outside edge of those eyes. I could see from close quarters now the beautiful pale skin that had so captivated me, I could also see that it seemed to hold more colour from being closer to me. He still wore the same black cloak that he had in the bar last evening, but now it appeared to have a red silk lining; perhaps I had just not noticed it. A little of the excitement from that initial meeting mixed with the sensuous dream seemed to be stirring something deep inside me. I stopped myself thinking these thoughts, remembering my naked predicament, coming back to reality with a bump. "What do you want of me?" I managed to mumble. "My child I am the Master and you are in my castle. I brought you here to satisfy me but because of your beauty, I have decided to give you a choice in where your future should lie, the direction you wish to take. Before I explain more of this decision you will be required to make, I shall tell you who and what I am and why you are feeling so weak. You will sit there, and listen and not interrupt me until I give you leave to speak. Do you understand?" I nodded my reply, for some reason feeling compelled to obey. "As I have already said, I am the Master, but by many I am called un-natural and known by many names. Nosferatu is perhaps the most common, and I have also been fictionalised as Count Dracula, but my title is Master of Vampires. I have been in this guise for more than seven hundred years now. You were brought here this night to satisfy my thirst and my need for human blood. This I took from you while you were sleeping and found it to be nectar, the like of which I have not tasted for many years now. Aaah! The blood of an innocent, the draining of which is the reason why you now feel so weak. I am afraid the erotic dream was my doing also, I sensed such a need in you that I allowed the tiniest drop of blood to be reversed, infusing you with a little of my own." I looked upon him in complete bewilderment and in a somewhat trance-like state, flinching as he explained who he was and what he had done to me; I realised that now there was no escape for me from this situation. I had read many books about such things and knew all of the old folklore regarding vampires, what they were and what happened to their victims, but had never dreamed it might just be true. I now feared for my life, believing that I would not survive this night. The Master reached towards me and once again I flinched but he laid his hands upon my cheeks wiping away the tears that rolled unchecked and silently down my face. "Tell me my child, what is your name and why do you cry so? Do you not find me pleasant to look upon?" "My name is Elysia," I managed to get out between sobs. "I cry because I know that I am about to die, I am only twenty-eight and there are many things that I wished to do before this day." "But my child," he uttered, "when I saw you in that bar you were filled with such loneliness and despair. You had no plans then to do anything with your life, why has it become so important to you now, as you stare death in the face?" As tears once again rolled from my baby blue eyes, I strained to say, "But I do not want to die." "Ah ha, my sweet little one you bring me straight to my point. If you are able to prove to me that you wish to live then you may get the chance to do just that. Oh! And by the way, I know this is difficult for you at the moment, but it will become second nature to you, you must remember to always address me as Master." I stopped for a moment to think about what the Master had just said. "What do you mean by saying 'if I can prove myself,' I am no different from anyone else, I would do almost anything to stay alive." Almost forgetting myself, I quickly added Master. At this, he smiled at me saying, "Just do as I say my sweet Elysia and I will let you know if you have satisfied your cause." With that, the Master leaned over and gently trailed the tips of his fingers up the inside of my leg feeling my warm voluptuous thighs. I shuddered with excitement at this touch, is this all it will take, have sex with him and I might live! It would seem that I am going to get pleasure from this and live too. "Do you understand what it is that I am asking of you my little one? You need to feel the desire to live and I will show you the way." "Yes Master, I believe that I do know what it is you are asking of me. However, I must confess my Lord, I have not been touched in this way by a man for many long years." I glanced away from him, overcome by the emotion of the moment, confessing that at twenty-eight and with no sex other than my right hand I felt that I had become practically a virgin. "Ah, but my sweet Elysia, you have no need for such a confession, I knew this from tasting your innocent blood. Just obey me and all will be revealed." "Yes Master," I said. The Master removed his long black cloak to reveal the laced black silk shirt underneath and tightly fitting black leather slax that he wore. "Now my innocent Elysia get down on your knees and show me the respect my position deserves." Without knowing how I got there I fell to my knees on the hard stone floor dropping kisses on my Masters boots, I was eager to please, the desire and need to please him had come out of nowhere Was this the kind of man that I had been looking for all my young life? Did I need someone in my life that could control me, a man whom I would obey unconditionally? These and many more questions were tumbling through my brain as I dutifully paid him his due homage. As I did this, I could feel his warm hands on my buttocks, gently squeezing, as though exploring, caressing and feeling them. "Now my sweet little one I want you to lay yourself back down on the bed and spread those beautiful legs wide apart that I may gaze upon the loveliness of your womanhood." I climbed back onto the bed and did as I had been commanded, moving my legs apart to expose my pink and now engorged labia shimmering with my moisture. "You are very obedient my child, I am sure that offering yourself so compliantly will make your surrender enjoyable and heighten your pleasure." "Yes my Master," I said nervously not knowing what was to happen next." "Please Elysia, just lay back and enjoy my touch. You are permitted to let me know your feelings." My Master climbed onto the velvet throw and again ran his hands lightly up my thighs, now trembling with anticipation. As his fingers reached the source of my wetness I gave a loud moan, his touch was exquisite. This deep and passion filled sign of my pleasure brought a smile back to his face. I was to learn that it pleased him greatly to know that his touch could bring forward such a positive response. The Master searched for my clit, which he found with consummate ease as it grew with every second. He began a gentle circling motion with his fingers, the wet and warm feeling being wondrous to me. No one had ever done this to me before, only myself, and it felt so good to have a man do it for me. His other hand climbed to one of my breasts, closing over it as if to gauge its size. My breasts are of good proportion, firm and silky with large aureole topped by very pink and now very erect nipples. He began to massage it slightly and pull it from side to side by the nipple, it was turning into a very hard spike and the feeling of him pinching it started me moaning with pleasure, it felt so good. "Yes Master, don't stop, it feels so good." Then my Master must have believed that the time was right to feel between my swollen lips that were opening wider with every rotation on my now already very hard clit. Keeping his thumb on the part that was giving me so much pleasure one of his masterful Vampiric fingers entered me. I shook, and another moan left my mouth, I had never known such ecstasy, I felt myself tighten down there. A scent that was very familiar to me pervaded the air as a stream of cumm ran through his probing fingers. "Master Oh what you do to me," I managed to moan through gritted teeth. "My dear child I am just showing you the pleasures that living can bring to you. You are doing very well and enjoying the sensations I give to you?" "Oh yes Master, I want this moment never to end." I was bereft when he removed his thumb from my clit and placed it over my back entrance. I knew that he would sense my obvious nervousness and resistance to what I felt was an intrusion. "Sweet Elysia, am I not here to teach you the pleasures of your own body?" "Yes my Master," I said with some hesitation. "Then do not fight against me," he said firmly. "For I shall never hurt you my child," he continued, reverting to the calmer side of his manner. "Yes Master, I trust you implicitly," I answered, although I was at a loss to understand why I trusted him so completely. Once again, he touched the little pink ring that was my anus, the sphincter muscle now relaxed. "That is better little one, just relax and enjoy, you will find the experience not only pleasant but surprisingly enjoyable." This time two fingers entered me, one inside me and the other in my anus, I gave a little moan of pleasure and momentarily tensed, with his other hand he lifted my buttocks high and watched the movements of his fingers thrusting in and out of my two holes. My moans of pleasure were coming more deeply now and my breathing more shallow, never had I felt such intense pleasure and all centred on one tiny area. He then did something that heretofore I had only read of in books and wondered at, even dreamed about. He leaned forward and kissed my sweet pink lips; I guess they were protruding somewhat, everything down there seemed to be thick and swollen and more sensitive than I can ever remember. He grazed my nodule with his fangs as if to tease in the extreme. I felt his tongue tasting my profuse sweet juices as he inhaled my aroma. I writhed and gyrated under his learned touch, his expertise, the pleasure that he brought was all unknown to me, I became only aware that my blood boiled through my veins like a river of molten lava, that my head was about to explode and down there was on fire. As his tongue probed inside me and licked at my clit, as his teeth bit gently into it I became transported onto another plane, a level where I floated above the clouds. Looking down I could see Elysia laying there writhing in ultimate pleasure with the Master buried deep between her thighs. Shudders passed through me in waves and I knew that I was cumming once more; as I floated, back down I could hear her calling to him over and over. "Master, Master, such exquisite pleasure if I were to die now I could never know such pleasure again. I want to live Master, I want to live." Do You Want to Live Forever? "My dear sweet Elysia, you are doing so very well and I am most pleased, you have enjoyed some of the pleasures that I can show you, but a mere bagatelle, there is much more for you to experience but I now need to have my own satisfaction of you. Please come to me and open my slax, my cock is aching for your touch." He stood at the side of the bed and I sat on the edge before him. Timidly I reached forward and released his fine specimen of manhood from its confining prison. I went eagerly to take it into my mouth for I knew that this was what he expected of me, but to my surprise, he stopped me. "No my child, first you must hold it in your small hands, feel its strength and firmness and the silkiness of the skin, get to know its different textures and those spots that are most sensitive, enjoy its size, don't be afraid of it. Get to know my cock as well as you know your own pussy." My Master used words that although not alien to me, I had read them and others over and over in books while playing with myself, words that had never been uttered by me in any context. I found that the words excited me when spoken, and looking up saw him smiling down at me. He knew the effect that he was having on me, after all was said and done, one can pack a lot of experience into seven hundred years. "Yes Master, I understand, and understand also that you will be my guide in all things and my protector." Having said that I took his ball sac gently into my hand, cupping it as though they made from glass, feeling the weight and the texture of the skin. I knew that this was where my Master's cumm would come from and wanted to do nothing that would endanger the delicate mechanism. I then reached for his cock, so thick and long, I could feel heat coming from it and as I took it into my hand felt it twitch. Of course, I had only one other to measure it by, but it did seem very large and magnificent in the extreme with its dark purple crown. As instructed, I noted the different textures while gently stroking its pulsing length. Moving forwards I licked at the purple head, a bead of something oozed out and I licked it off, surprised at its sweetness. I liked the smell and taste of him and realised that his aroma was the same one that I had picked up on, on the way here, his manliness, it was powerfully captivating. I licked again at the slit in the top and rather roughly manhandled this beautiful appendage. "I am sorry Master; I had not meant to be so rough." My Master chuckled deeply to himself, a rich baritone, and said, "Nirvana my child you are indeed a natural beauty. Now little one take my cock into your gorgeous mouth, take it deeply my Elysia." "Yes Master," I replied, pleased that I had not hurt him. As my lips surrounded what was to me a very big cock, I noticed him smiling down at me, there seemed to be pride in his eyes, certainly pleasure and perhaps something else, could I perhaps see love there! I began to take his length into my mouth, sucking as I did so, this was the first time that I had ever done anything like this but knew what to do from the many books that I had read. The Master actually grew some more in my mouth, something I had not really been aware of but this took nothing away from my commitment to the ministrations I was giving to this beautiful piece of flesh. I wanted to do this for him, and not even an earthquake would stop me paying him for the wonderful service he gave to me earlier. All in all it had been a day of wonderful experiences, and I was so pleased that of all the women in the world he had chosen me. I noticed that his breathing had become ragged and shallow, his fingers entwined in my hair and his movements in my mouth faster, I knew that he was about to cumm and it pleased me. He did cumm, with great force, a powerful jet hitting the back of my throat, his eyes were closed and he was moaning. Jet after jet of his deliciously sweet cumm powered into me until he was completely spent and as his cock softened in my mouth I licked at it to make sure that it was clean before it left me. The Master moved back from me, stroking my hair and smiling, he could see that I had indeed swallowed every drop of his delicious seed. "I am pleased with you sweet Elysia, but there are questions that I must ask you before we proceed beyond this point." I dropped to my knees before him and lowering my head said, "Yes Master," and kissed his leather boots again. "My child why is it that you do this for me now? Why do you get on your knees before me after our giving and receiving pleasure? I did not instruct you to do this, did I!" "No Master, you did not ask it of me, but it is my wish to pay you this homage. I need to be sure that I have pleased you in every way that I can and that you are indeed pleased with your Elysia." I spoke these words without lifting my head, so that he would know that my desire was to serve him if he so wished. "Do you do this because your life is at risk if I am not satisfied with you child?" "My Master I would rather face that final end knowing that I have pleased you than to stay here knowing that I have not." I replied meekly. "Then my child you have answered all of my questions but one, I must ask you this question that alone will determine your future. Do you wish to live?" "Yes Master, but only if I can be here with you, to serve you in all things, in every way that you desire of me. Please do not let me taste of these pleasures and then send me back to the domesticity which has held me prisoner for so long." "My sweet child there is a price to pay for living. If you wish to die then I will take your last blood from you now. If you wish to live then the only way this can be achieved is for you to take of me, be warned little Elysia, in doing this you will become the same as I, a creature of the night, a Vampira, there is no way back." "My Lord it would honour me greatly if I were able to join with you for even the shortest time." "Then my child, if this is what you truly want, come to me, bare your neck so that I may take what blood is left in you." I rose from the floor with all the grace I could muster and moving my head to one side bared my neck for my Lord, I so wanted to become one with him. "Elysia this is your last chance, for after this has been done there is no going back." "I understand my Lord; I would take whatever is needed to be with you and to please you. I want to live forever." "Yes my sweet Elysia, it does please me, and you shall live forever, as my Princess." He looked lovingly into my eyes baring his fangs, a most awesome sight, and then I felt those same fangs rip through my skin and pierce the jugular vein. As the life slowly ebbed from me, I felt the most wonderful sensation of being loved, a mist clouded my eyes and my mind became fuzzy as I felt the crimson blood draining away as my life as I had known it ebbed away along with it. Vaguely my Masters voice came to me through the veil of death. "Drink from me my Elysia, drink from me, time is running out for you, you must hurry and take from me." I struggled to drink, I could taste his royal blood on my lips, he had ripped into his own vein for me and now it pumped into my mouth. I struggled to swallow, and gradually it became easier, I began to grow stronger and with it came a revelation. My Master had been watching me for some time, had chosen me long ago to become his Princess and the love he felt for me flowed into me and brought me back to him. Greedily I sucked, my strength growing by the second and my heart overflowing with love for this most wonderful of Masters. Suddenly and without warning, he pulled his arm away from me. "Stop now my Elysia, my Princess and my love, now you must sleep. I shall come to you after sunset, there is much for you to learn and you will be ravenous for your first meal." He carried me to the bed and as I drifted off into a blood induced sleep, he whispered into my ear, "now my sweet princess we are united for all eternity." Do You Want To Play? The bar was quiet. I had expected here to be a few more hotel residents taking advantage of the cool breeze in relief from the unusually close evening. I sat with a cold glass of wine at a small round table near the edge of the terrace and watched the light disappear. The change from light to dark coming so very suddenly despite my watching. She caught my eye just as I noticed the darkness. There was something unusual about the way that she held my gaze, she really looked me in the eye. A hint of a smile but i couldn't tell whether it was dismissive, bored or just friendly. She was with a man of a similar age and he was talking right into her ear as he gestured to emphasise his point. There was something about that smile. There was something about the eye contact that kept me returning my gaze towards her. And she knew. And as my look returned more frequently so the curve of her smile became more pronounced. He was talking in her ear again, I could not see his face. She laughed. I looked away and tried to not look back. That was when it happened. She adjusted her position, turning to the right to directly face me, her back now to her companion. I sensed the mood change straight away, it was partly aggressive and definitely a purposeful adjustment but I could not help myself but meet her eyes again. That look. I've rarely seen any sight so instantly exciting and dangerous as the way she looked at me. Right at me, with her snarl of a smile threatening to break into a full beam. I saw right into her eyes and could not turn away. She slowly, very deliberately her left leg open and the, staring right at me she moved her right leg away and open. I could feel her daring me from across the terrace to lower my gaze. I held her eye, I could not do anything other. Blood rushing through my head and a wave of adrenalin like a cheap upper making my body feel light and my legs numb. I was lost, I had to look, I did, a flash nothing more a quick brief glimpse of white thigh and a darker middle. No detail, just a glimpse and a challenge met I returned my look to her eyes. They held my gaze and there was a brief, very brief flick of the head. Was it an acknowledgement, a come on or completely in my imagination. What do you do in such a situation. It's not normal. I wasn't brave enough to respond, surely I had imagined the gesture. The woman's companion was still speaking in her ear from behind her. He had no interest in looking at me but was fully aware of her change of position. He rested a hand on her waist and gently pushed her away, pushed her up and away and towards me, she was walking towards me. Slowly and without taking her eyes from me she was walking towards me. I had lost sight of her companion behind her now but I was confused, surely he had pushed her my way. He had instigated her crossing the terrace and I was frozen unsure what to do or say. "Hello." Just hello and she sat down at my table. Still between her companion and me. She leaned forward, her blouse was loose and I could sense her breasts move against the fabric as she leaned in towards me and in a soft friendly voice said "would you like to play?" A million thoughts ran through my head and I was instantly as hard as I can remember being. I knew exactly what she meant by play and I knew that it was him who had picked me. I must have nodded or given some sort of acknowledgement because she then put her hand on my knee as she looked up at me. "We're in room 314" and then "you'll get a much better view from there. We really would love to play." She smiled, a friendly smile and stood up straight. She hesitated a second, glanced over her right shoulder to her companion, pouted a kiss and walked on past me off the terrace towards the hotel. I looked back to her companion. I could see him clearly now. He was dressed is a sharp black suit cross legged, hand on chin as if studying the brief liaison as you would watch a child play. He then raised an eyebrow and inclined his head, as if asking the question again, himself. I glanced back to the woman and saw her approaching the lift to the rooms, she ran a hand through her short dark hair but she did not look back. I was in turmoil, lost for clarity of thought but as I turned back he was almost upon me, walking slowly but definitely past my table. he did not stop but simply looked at me and said "My wife is beautiful, I love to watch her face when she comes. Come and see for yourself" What could I do but follow. The room was large, and a large king size double bed dominated the space. there was a large TV facing the bed but the main feature of the room were two large windows overlooking the gardens below, each with a leather armchair and an occasional table in between. As I tentatively closed the door he looked up at me, he was sitting in the armchair near the foot of the bed and he looked relaxed. He crossed his legs, pulled at the knew of his trousers and took a sip from the large wine glass he held in his left hand. She was stood on the opposite side of the bed to me, near the pillows with her left hand on her hips and one foot slightly in front of the other almost as a model poses on a catwalk. It seemed as if she were waiting. She was looking right at me. It was obvious to me now that she was a little younger that he was, late 30's, or early 40's with a slim attractive figure, long legs and full breasts. She wore a high length black skirt and black blouse that was just slightly tight around her breasts. I could easily see he swell and the nipples pushed very slightly against the fabric. She turned to look at him. "Do I have permission to play? I would very much like to perform for you." He nodded. "I expect nothing less my love. show me how much you love me." I edged towards the bed not sure of what was expected of me. not sure whether I was supposed to take any physical part in this intimate exchange. I had heard of couples that liked to be watched but this seemed different, I got the feeling that it would be him doing the watching and I would be taking amore active role. But I sensed I should hold back until I could take my cue from him,. I was learning my part as I was sure he wanted me to. "But play nicely and follow my rules." This he said as he turned to me. I now understood that If I was to fuck his wife it would be at his direction. "Onto the bed" he said to her. "Show him." She knelt at the edge and the slowly crawls towards the middle, her head down, not looking towards me but down into the bed, she stopped turned her head upward towards the pillows and moved her legs so she was now on all fours in he middle of the bed. She gently lays her head on the covers facing me and smiles. She watches me as she moves both her hands to the waistband of her skirt and in one movement moved it down to her knees. A second movement and she had kicked the skirt off of her legs and she was naked from he waist down. She slowly returned her elbows in front of her and stretched her arms out together, lowering her head, moving her knees apart and her shoulders down which had the effect of raising her ass as if in offering. I moved round the bed to take in he sight of her perfectly formed ass checks framing her puckered ass hole. Her pussy hung invitingly below, a hint of hair on her mound but otherwise smooth and inviting and open and full. I knelt, taking in the sight, I turned my head towards him to silently ask permission, he nodded and I returned my gaze. I dare not touch, I leaned forward, just my tongue, and slowly took my first taste of her. My first taste and he first sense of the essence of her as I slowly move my tongue towards he clit, slowly moved up the length of her labia and into her and realised just how excited she was as I drank her in. A thick, heavily scented essence on my tongue and I pushed on further into her. I moved my hands to cup her ass and gently ease them open. I wanted to bury myself in her and as my gently movements became more rapid and more urgent she started to move back onto me in rhythm to my movement. I stroked her back, the curve of her lower back and the smoothness of the start of her shoulder blades. I slid my hand underneath, felt the swell of her breast, the nipples as hard as my cock. I knew what I wanted next. I gradually moved up my tongue hard on her perenium and towards her puckered ass hole. I feel the texture against my tongue, the subtle change in flavour as I pushed against her hole, she pushed back, her ass hole eases open against the pressure of my tongue and she gasps as my tongue enters her ass. I move it in and out and then all around, lapping at her, my movement becoming more urgent and I think I am going to come without even getting out of my jeans. my cock is weeping with pre-come. The sounds coming from her were becoming more urgent, I moved back to the heavy labia below with increasing passion. "I want you to suck his cock." I was loath to stop but she obeyed him straight away kneeling up and turning to me. She looks at me, moves her hair out of her eyes and reaches for my belt. She reaches in and I feel the cool air, my cock moist and glistening with pre-come. I kicked my trousers and she took the tip into her month, cupping my balls with her right hand she he moved her tongue down the shaft and round. I watch her. Her eyes now on him, looking into his face as she makes a show of slowly tonguing round the head of my cock. She takes it slowly but I can hold on no longer and my come shoots half in her mouth and half across her cheek. She lifts her head and smiles at him. I remained hard, I was so excited by this woman, this man and their strange games. She rolls onto her back, raises her legs in the air and guided me slowly towards her pussy as she looks across at him. I enter her for the first time and begin to move. I looked up to see that he had his cock in his hand and is masturbating as he watches me fuck his wife and as she began to come he moved closer to her, watching her as she closed her eyes and lost herself in her orgasm, shaking hard and grasping the bed clothes. As she stopped and came to a rest she opened her eyes and he kissed her mouth. 20 minutes later and my cock feels a foot long and half a mile wide as it is buried to my stomach in her ass. She is on all fours and has to push back hard on my thrust for me to penetrate. Her anal muscles are gradually relaxing to accommodate me and we begin to get a regular rhythmn with her thrusts meeting mine. i've come twice and feel like i can't come again so I know that i am gong to be able to maintain his for a while and want to enjoy it. She is becoming much more vocal now moaning to herself "he's fucking my ass. I love it in my ass. Don't stop" She looks up at him. He is now standing at he edge of the bed and is also naked. He has his cock in his hand. And he is watching my cock enter her ass as he moves his hand across the head of his cock. He is still holding back but is becoming more active. She reaches round with her hand and is frigging her clit hard.she reaches for my balls and is becoming more aggressive with her movements. She snatches at my balls and my cock jerks, I groan. She is working her clit again and I can feel her anal muscles starting to clench, she moves hard and really fast smashing against me, she is losing herself in the sensations, I can feel her hand against her pussy, mashing it hard, he eyes closed and her ass swallowing my cock she comes hard and hard again as we collapse down onto the covers. I am still inside her but she is no longer on all fours. We continue to move more slowly now and slow to a stop I slowly pull out of her, my cock twitches as the blood surges through and I grab it, pull twice, and come across her back in a large urgent spurt. He come too, in her hair and across her shoulder, our come united in it's worship. I never kissed her. I really wanted to kiss her. I spent the next three nights hanging out in the hotel bar for a glimpse of them both hoping to repeat e experience. My dreams have not been Thelma essence and I repeatedly masturbate to the thought of her eyes, her hand in her hair and the line "do you want to play?" Do You Want To Play A Game? "Do you want to play a game?" Brittney and I had been dating for a few months now and it had been an explosive relationship between us. We loved to experiment and try new things and we were both always up for whatever the other wanted to do. Tonight I was at her apartment and we had been sitting just watching TV and not really being that entertained. I wanted to try something and Britt was always game for me. I had been planning the idea for a few weeks and I had prepared for everything. "What kind of game?" she asked as she leered at me. She was smart or I was just really obvious. Probably both I figured. But I doubt what I had in mind was what she had in mind. She would learn another side of me tonight. "Well come to the bedroom and I will tell you the rules." I had her walk in front of me so I could watch her ass as it moved in her little shorts back and forth as she walked. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a few necessary materials for the night. I walked close behind her as we made our way to the bedroom. She wasn't looking at me so it was easy to do what I needed to. First thing I did was I grabbed both of her hands and put them into the handcuffs I had brought. She screamed in shock at me and turned around. I immediately pulled out the other item I had brought. I wrapped a ball gag around her head and pried her mouth open for it to stay in place. I would not hear any complaints tonight from her. Her eyes looked terrified at me. We had never done anything like this before. I pulled out one more object from my pocket. I put a blindfold on her and now she only had her sense of smell and sense of hearing left to her at the moment. She was helpless before me which was exactly the way I wanted her to be. I heard muffled sounds coming from her probably in confusion and fear. Now Brittney was only about 5'5 and I being 6'2 made it an almost effortless task to pick her up and put her on the kind sized bed. The large bed was perfect for this. It gave me a lot of room to play with my new toy. "Tonight you will be my slave, my fuck toy and anything else I decide to use you for. I will decide if you deserve pleasure or not tonight. Your pleasure will be earned, of course, by the amount that you give me. Obey and perform admirably and you might be allowed to cum. If you don't well..." I let the sentence hang so that she could imagine the consequences I could perform while she was in this state if she displeased me. She mumbled something that sounded unhappy and a bit like back talk. So I decided to show her I was not to be trifled with. I flipped her over onto her stomach. I ripped her flimsy t-shirt off and pulled down her shorts so her ass was exposed. She had on nothing else beneath these articles of clothing. She had been teasing me with little peaks earlier in the night so I knew what to expect when I removed her outer clothing. I checked her out briefly and admired her big ass. I knew it was sensitive from earlier experiences in our relationship so what I was about to do would be perfect. I raised my right hand and brought it down hard on her right cheek making a loud slapping sound. I immediately could see my hand print on her ass. It was pinkish in color and would fade away in short order if I did nothing. I didn't want to do nothing and pink was not the color I wanted to see right now, red seemed like a much better idea. I gave her ass nine more spankings to reach ten and looked to see what color my hand print on her ass was now. It was red just like her face was. She moaned and whether or not it was because I stopped or her ass was in pain I don't know. It could have been both. I sniffed the air and sure enough I smelled the familiar scent of wet pussy in the air. She had been getting off to me spanking her. I reached down and cupped her pussy and I could feel her scorching heat and dripping wet cunt on my hand. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear "You like to be spanked don't you slave." She moaned in arousal. "I am going to remove the ball gag. But it is not so that you can speak. It is so I can use your mouth as I please." I quickly removed my own clothing and her ball gag and flipped her onto her back. I then moved her so that her head was leaning over the side of the bed which would be in perfect position. I stood over her face and pointed my rock hard cock into her mouth and grabbed her hair and head with both hands to use for stability and slowly began to fuck her face. I bent my knees so my cock would go all the way down her throat and make her gag on me. Over and over I repeated this as my urge to cum began to rise the longer I went. A few minutes passed before I pulled out and with a huge roar I came all over her face completely soaking her in my cum. I stood up and walked around and I moved her head back onto the bed. I could see her breathing hard but also her nipples completely stiffened along with juices running down her thighs. I was feeling generous with her so I decided to reward her for her good work to take me down my throat and not complain. I looked at her eyes and fire burned in them. She wanted to retaliate and if she had control of her hands she probably would have tried to wrestle me down onto the bed and mount and ride me until both of us were rubbed raw. But I had control of her so that would not be happening, at least not tonight. I decided that what I was about to do would be up for her to decide if it was reward or a punishment. It would be fun to see. I had her lay completely flat on the bed and spread her legs as wide as they could go. I then laid down myself and began to open her pussy lips and see how wet she really was. I blew lightly against the hood of her clit coaxing it to come out from under its protection. I loved the smell of aroused pussy but I loved the taste of it even better. I began a incredibly long and slow lick starting from the very bottom of her opening all the way to the underside of her clit and was careful to not give any attention to that little button of orgasmic ignition. I held her hips down so she wouldn't be able to get any contact I didn't want her to have. She moaned in disappointment as she tried to budge her hips upward to get me to touch her clit. I had no interest in getting her off this soon. She could be played with a lot more and then she would truly understand the feeling of desperation and the actual thought of NEEDING to cum. I kissed her inner thighs and roamed my hands upwards and cupped and caressed her tits to just give her a slight feeling of being touched but not enough feeling to make her go over the edge. I let her simmer for a minute or two before I began to bring her arousal back up to even higher proportions than it had been before. I licked in and around her pussy as her juices started to really flow out. She started to make more sounds the longer I went but dared not utter any words for fear of punishment. She moaned as I continued to avoid her clit with my tongue but I occasionally blew hot air directly onto it to tease her and every time I did she would try to buck her hips upward again but only to reach nothing as I continued to torment and play with her. I continued in this method for several more minutes as she began to become louder and began to shudder with need all over her body. I brought her to the edge over and over but I never let her go over. Now she was still blindfolded and couldn't see what I was doing so I decided to take advantage of this. She was at the point of complete desperation and now and no matter what I did it would probably make her cum, even the slightest touch of her. So I decided to make her go out in the biggest way I could think of. I raised myself up on my knees and raised her hips up and with one smooth and complete movement I sank my cock deep into her until I was all the way inside until my groin smacked into her clit hard. All happening in just a second. Then there was a complete and immediate explosion that went on during Brittney's body as she began to cum as she never had before. She began to squirt all over as she screamed bloody murder as I continued to fuck her through the orgasm as I was determined to extend her orgasm as long as I could before I fell prey to her convulsing pussy muscles squeezing me and trying to milk me for all I had. I fucked furiously into her slamming as hard as I could and almost making a dent into the bed as I pressed her into it with my full body weight on hers. I lasted for only a minute or two as her screaming went on and on throughout and as her voice was giving out I gave her one last thrust into her squeezing pussy as I began to yell as I came deep inside of her. The added sensation of my cum flooding into her cunt caused her to go into overload and she gave out one last cry as she passed out immediately. I had fucked her into unconsciousness and loved every damn second of doing so. Do You Want To Play A Game These characters appear in several of my stories, but this one should make sense by itself, although it does make reference to a events in previous stories. As always thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for all the help. Please vote and comment on the story. This is not what I had originally planned the next Carrie/Carl story to be, but this idea popped into my head and it seemed a good fit for these characters. Enough of my rambling, enjoy the story. –TK "It's kind of a sexed up version of follow the leader," Carrie explained. She watched Carl's face as the words sank in. The grin that spread across his face told her that he understood what she wanted. One thing had improved since they had become friends with benefits, his fashion sense. He had ditched his previous uniform of faded sci-fi T shirts and ill fitting pants. Today he was wearing a blue button down shirt and some button fly jeans that were just tight enough to show off his assets. She especially liked the fact his shirt had buttons; it would draw out the process of undressing him. He was wearing leather deck shoes, which was a bit out of the norm for him. "What's up with the shoes, are you going sailing later?" she asked, staring at his deck shoes. "No, just trying them out," he replied. It wasn't much of an answer, but it was better than admitting that he didn't have a pair of clean socks. "I'll allow it," If nothing else it would make undressing him easier. "So who's the leader?" he asked. The answer was obvious, at least for now. It was her game, only she knew the rules. The way her nipples poked through her shirt told him the end result would be the two of them fucking; it was just a question of how they would get to that point. "Me, you silly boy," she replied, punching him in the chest. Her fist landed with a solid thud, "Have you been working out?" "Yea, I'm a real gym rat," he answered, striking a body building pose. It was true, he had ventured into the gym. In fact, she was the reason he had ventured into the gym. His goal was simply to build endurance, but if she liked the way it made him look he wasn't going to complain. "First we undress each other," she explained, "then you lay on the bed and I do things to you. Naughty things. Some of them very naughty, and when I'm done you do the same to me. I hope that big ole..." "Oh, it is..." he interjected. "Brain is up to the task. "She continued, taking on a scolding tone. "I have a lot in mind, so you will need to pay attention... and send keep a little bit of blood flowing above your shoulders." There was another part of his anatomy that would play a crucial role in the day's events, and it was also quite large. "I think I'm up to the task." Carrie glanced down at the impressive bulge in his jeans. Something was up, that was certain. "Good, how about you take my clothes off," she offered. It would be faster to undress herself, but there was plenty of time and she liked to watch him. Trying not to appear anxious, Carl looked at Carrie's outfit and considered his options. She was wearing a snug fitting T shirt and a skirt with a thin leather belt. Her hair was pulled back tightly and braided into a single ponytail that went half-way down her back. He called it her blowjob hairdo, because it provided an unobstructed view of her lips wrapped around his cock. He associated that hairstyle with oral sex to an extent that just seeing it made his cock swell in a Pavlovian response. He decided to start with her skirt, or more specifically her belt. Standing directly in front of her he reached down and unfastened the buckle, but never broke eye contact. As the belt fell away from her waist Carrie felt her pulse quicken. She had expected him to start by taking off her shirt. Carl liked her tits, and she liked what he did to them, so starting with the belt caught her off guard. What he did next caused her to reconsider taking the leader role. Instead of letting the belt fall to the ground he draped it around her neck and threaded the tip back through the buckle, then slowly tightened it until the leather was snug against her skin. If someone had told her that she was going to wear a leash she would have laughed in their face, but now she felt the warmth between her legs increasing. She felt his hands on her ass, and then the zipper of the skirt began to move downwards. He was certainly taking his time; it was a good thing her roommate was out of town for the weekend. Although, she did have fantasies of watching Carl fuck her roomie, but that was for another time. Today she wanted his full attention. As she felt her skirt inching downwards a smile spread across her face. Carl was about to find out she wasn't wearing underwear. It was a deliberate decision on her part. She wanted to put the idea into his head that she could be naked enough for sex even when she appeared to be fully clothed. Pressing his thumbs against her hips Carl pushed the skirt down, but something was amiss. He didn't feel the elastic band of her panties. He reached higher, but found only smooth warm skin, not even the thin band of a thong was to be found. His cock strained against his pants at the thought of Carrie's naked pussy being only inches away. He wondered if she had left her room in this state. The idea of her wandering around campus without underwear aroused him even more. Gravity would have taken over once he pushed the skirt past her thighs, but he kept his grip on the garment until it reached the ground. It would be foolish to miss a chance to have her pussy at eye level. As she lifted one foot and then the other to step out of her clothes he watched the soft pink lips spread apart. The surface of her skin was already wet and he inhaled the heady scent of her arousal. Placing his now empty hands on her legs he slid them up until his palms were pressed against her ass. It would be easy to slip them around her waist and then push his fingers into her warm, wet flesh, but his task was not complete yet. It was imperative that he liberate her breasts from the garments that so cruelly confined them. As he stood up his hand slipped under her shirt and peeled it off. Now only her bra remained. Like every other piece of her ensemble she had chosen it carefully. It was a lacy white demi-cup that held her ample breasts high on her chest, but more importantly the clasp was in front. She didn't want him fumbling with hooks and loops that he could not see. She had considered a zip front sports bra, but decided the white lace was more appropriate. Looking down she watched his fingers as they separated the clasp, her breasts dropped slightly as they tumbled out of the now open bra. He pulled the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Carl paused to look at Carrie. She wasn't completely naked; he had left the leather belt around her neck. It draped between her tits like a necktie. He was unabashedly staring at her breasts. There was no doubt she had great tits. Even without a bra they sat high on her chest, seeming to defy gravity. They were certainly a C cup, possibly a D, and they were real. Unlike perfectly symmetrical fake tits he saw in porn videos, the bottom of her breasts bulged out a bit more than the tops. Her nipples were swollen and erect, surrounded by a dark amber circle the size of a half dollar coin. "I guess it's my turn," Carrie said after giving him some time to look her up and down. She considered following his lead and taking his pants off first, but decided to go the more traditional route and started by unbuttoning his shirt. Besides, men with a shirt and no pants looked silly, but jeans and no shirt was certainly a sexy look. When she reached the last button, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders and watched it fall to the ground, then grasped his undershirt and yanked it free of his pants. He raised his arms and she pulled it up until his face was covered, then she paused. Carl had always been thin, but now the word fit seemed a more apt description of his body. She stepped closer, letting her breasts rub against him. As her tits flattened against his ribs she felt his entire body shudder. She liked the idea of doing things to him when he could not see her, and filed that away for another time. She put her hands on his shoulders and moved up his arms, pushing the shirt along as she went. Bit by bit his face was revealed. She paused when his mouth was no longer covered and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. When the material slipped past his ears she nibbled on each of them. Finally she pushed the shirt as high as she could, standing on her toes and pressing her body against his. The shirt slipped over his head, but his hands remained bound up in the material. She kissed him on the mouth again. "I think I liked you with your hands tied up," she purred. Carrie then grabbed his wrists and pulled them down until they were behind his head. She smiled and then dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt. Next was the button fly of his jeans. The material was stretched taut by his throbbing erection, but she would not be denied. Tugging at the material she slowly released his cock from its denim prison. As she peeled his jeans off it was apparent that unlike her, he was wearing underwear. While it would have been a bit of a thrill to discover he was going commando, his tight fitting boxer briefs pleased her. The fabric was stretched tight around his erection, leaving little to her imagination. She quickly removed his shoes and then he stepped out of his pants. "There's just one thing left, then you will be naked. I like you naked," she said, speaking into his cock as if it were a microphone. There was a small wet spot where pre-cum had started to leak out of his cock, a testament to her ability to arouse him. Using just the tips of her fingers she stroked his cock through his underwear, wondering if she could make him come without actual skin to skin contact. While it would be an interesting experiment, she had other plans for today. In a single, fluid motion she pulled his shorts down to his ankles. "Oh my, so big," she said. While his big dick wasn't the main reason she liked fucking Carl, it certainly was a plus. It was their secret, Carl thought to himself. The growth spurt that took him well past normal had happened late, well past the time he had to participate in an activity the required communal showers. At first his plus sized penis had been embarrassing, it wasn't until he saw the plethora of penis enlargement ads on the internet that he realized that his cock was a blessing and not a curse. Much to his disappointment the rest of his body remained thin, and his voice never developed into the sexy baritone he thought would match his cock. The inability to talk to women, along with collection of interests that perfectly fit the stereotype of a geek kept him for making any use of his anatomical blessing. That all changed when Carrie came on to him at the Valentine's dance. Despite his increased confidence he had not been with anyone but Carrie. He knew the reverse was not true. Even before she left for college she had a reputation of someone that liked to fuck, but somehow avoided being known as a slut. Carl liked to think he had a little to do with that. There were one or two guys that tried to slander her, but they stopped after finding that insulting Carrie brought a streak of bad luck. Every time they put her down grades changed for the worse, their mailboxes overflowed with gay porn magazines and their phones would mysteriously get wiped. Although she never said anything Carl suspected that Carrie knew that he and her brother were responsible for the technology woes of anyone that insulted her. Carrie's voice snapped him out of his trip down memory lane. "Take me to bed or lose me forever," she teased. Once last memory flashed through Carl's mind, it was of the collection of whips and restraints in her closet. He grabbed the belt that was still wrapped around her neck and led her towards the bed. The way the leather felt as it tightened around her neck was unexpectedly arousing. Carrie had played the dominant role a few times, but never the submissive. Perhaps it was something worth exploring, although Carl as a Dom seemed a bit of a stretch. She took the belt from his hand and pressed her fingers into his chest, "Lie down on the bed." It was tempting to resist, but the way she licked her lips made the command impossible to refuse. Carl settled into the center of the bed. "Back up a bit, you are going to want to watch this." Carl inched back until his shoulders were on the pillows and the back of his skull rested on the headboard of the bed. "That's good," Carrie said as she crawled on to the bed. Seeing her crawling towards him like a lioness stalking a gazelle made his heart pound and his cock ache. Her ample breasts swayed back and forth as she moved into position between his legs. She paused briefly when her tits brushed against his cock; he raised his hips and slid his erection between them. The temptation to continue until his cum was dripping off her swollen nipples was almost irresistible, but she only allowed him a few thrusts before she moved on, finally coming to a stop when she was straddling his hips. The warmth from her pussy radiated on to his aching dick. "So here's how this is going to work. I'm going to kiss, lick, suck and fuck you. Then you are going to do the same to me. Think you can do that?" she asked. The idea of letting him go first had crossed her mind, but she wanted to set the bar. She knew he wasn't going to back away from a challenge, and would probably try to show her up. She was pretty competitive, but in this case second place would be nothing to complain about. Of course by going first she would be giving him a generous slice of cream pie when he went down on her, but he had proven in the past that he was up to that challenge. When he nodded she lowered her head until her lips pressed against his. The first few kisses were gentle, and then her tongue started to pry his lips apart. Just lying still was becoming more and more of a challenge as her tongue penetrated his mouth and her breasts flattened against his chest. Fortunately her hips still hovered over his cock, she seemed to know the moment her warm, soft skin touched his throbbing erection he would lose control. Her mouth moved away from his, blazing a trail along his jaw until she was nibbling on his ear again. "I'm going to fuck your brains out," she whispered in his ear. She was stating the obvious, but had learned that guys still liked to hear her say it. Her best guess was no matter how confident a guy acted, there was still a little voice in the back of his head telling him that it was all just a tease. Carrie planned to shut that voice down. Carl writhed on the bed as she switched to his other ear. Just feeling her warm breath on his skin was driving him nuts, but when she spoke in a throaty whisper it was all he could do to not pin her to the bed and ram his cock into her pussy. "I can't wait to wrap my lips around your big hard cock, but you have to promise not to come in my mouth," she teased. It was too bad men could not have multiple orgasms the way women could; she liked making him come and was slightly annoyed she had to hold back. Maybe a threesome was the answer, Carl had already proven he was comfortable with another naked man; surely at least one of her fuck buddies was up to the task. The feeling of Carl's nipple against her tongue snapped her out of her daydream. She had absent mindedly kissed her way down to his chest. There was a subtle difference, he had put on a bit of muscle. With her fingers she pinched one of his nipples, the other she circle with her tongue, wondering if he was enjoying having her mouth on his chest as much as she like the way he licked and sucked her tits. Or maybe he was just dreaming about what it would feel like when she got down to his cock. Either way she was going to give him a very good idea of what she expected him to do with his mouth. "Oh fuck," Carl gasped as her teeth gently clamped down on the tiny amber bud that was perched on his chest. She had made it clear she liked it when he spent time on her tits, and now he knew why. All too soon her lips resumed their journey south, and with each inch they moved closer to his cock his arousal grew. It had never occurred to him that his abdomen was an erogenous zone. When her breasts brushed against his cock again he forced his hips to remain still. It would only take about thirty seconds of tit fucking Carrie before he would blow his load. The tip of Carl's cock almost reached his navel, something Carrie found fascinating. Bobbing her head up and down her planted kisses on either side of his rigid shaft, but never touched it. When she finally reached the crease between his legs and his hips she looked up at him. "Are you ready for me to suck your cock?" she asked as he wrapped her hand around his meaty shaft and pulled it away from his body. While she waited for an answer she slowly stroked him. Carl found himself in a quandary. He needed a break; if she wrapped her lips around the engorged head of his cock he would fill her mouth with cum in a matter of seconds. "Actually that feels pretty good." "A hand job seems kind of retro," she replied, adding her other hand to the effort. "Oh, yes, that feels good," he moaned. It was perfect. Feeling her grip his erection was arousing without being overwhelming. She didn't mind giving him an intermission before moving on to the final part of act one. A satisfied smirk spread across her face as she stroked him with a pace intended to keep him aroused and back off from the edge of climax at the same time. She would not require such a break, and didn't always give one. Carl was one of the guys that deserved to experience her full repository of tricks. He knew she fucked around and didn't hold it against her. She wasn't above sleeping with a guy that thought she was just a slut or an easy lay if he was cute and she was horny, but they were just a means to an end. If they turned out to be assholes she would make them come quickly, then tease them when they could not get it up again to fuck her in the ass, or whatever fantasy she thought would frustrate them the most. If nothing else, they would learn that bitch trumped asshole when it came to sex, and they would get a lot more pussy if they weren't dickheads about it. She licked her lips, "I really want your cock in my mouth, how much longer are you going to make me wait?" "Well, if you insist," he replied, feeling like he had a fighting chance at keeping his orgasm at bay. The moment her lips touched the tip of his cock he had second thoughts. She covered the broad tip with kisses; then lapped at the shaft like it was a Popsicle. "I fucking love cock," she moaned, and then engulfed his throbbing erection. Having him in her mouth actually made it easier to hold him right where she wanted him. She bobbed her head up and down, looking up at him from time to time. It was her opinion that a good blowjob was messy, and she made certain that most of his cock was dripping wet. Her hands glided up the shaft and followed her lips as they slipped off the tip, but when the salty taste of cum began to leak into her mouth she avoided eye contact and kept her hands well below the sensitive tip. After giving him a few moments to regain control she took him right back to the edge. There were not many things in life better than watching Carrie suck his cock. He believed her when she said she loved it. Seeing her lips wrapped around his erection exceeded any porn video he had ever seen. She kept his cock pointed straight up, and her head tilted back, giving not only an perfect view of his erection sliding in and out of her mouth, but also her lustful stare. It was a constant struggle to keep from shooting his load down her throat, but somehow he managed. Do You Want To Play A Game "Okay, that should hold me for a while," she said as she pulled her head back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel deprived if you want more." "I thought you might want this," she replied, leaning forward until his cock disappeared between her breasts, "You've been trying to tit fuck me all night, so I thought I would indulge you." Carl reached out and grabbed the end of the belt that was still wrapped around her neck, pulling her body down to his. He stopped her the moment he felt her erect nipples press into his skin. She pressed her breasts together, wrapping his cock in her firm tits. "Oh, oh, yes," he moaned as his well lubricated erection slipped between her ample boobs. It wasn't just having her tits wrapped around his rigid shaft that felt good; it was the way his balls slid against the smooth skin of her abdomen. "Don't get carried away, I want you to come in me, not on me," she chided. There was no doubt he was enjoying it more than she was, but dragging her swollen nipples across his skin was nothing to complain about. When she saw him start to grimace it meant time to move on. Yanking the belt out of his hand she threw it over her shoulder. "I think you've had enough of my tits," she said as she sat up and slid her finger into her cleavage. When she pulled her hand out a sticky string of precum followed. "In fact you might need a little break," she said, then pirouetted on one knee and straddled him again. This time she was facing his feet. Reverse cowgirl wasn't his favorite position, he preferred her to be close enough for him to touch her breasts, or at least watch her play with them. The silver lining was the view, it was fantastic. She was leaning down enough for her tits to but against his shins, and her thighs were spread just enough for the plump pink lips of her vagina to be seen; they glistened with the signs of her arousal, then disappeared as she sat up. Now he found his eyes drawn to her nicely rounded ass. A bit of movement caught his eye and he realized she was playing with her tits. "That's not fair, you can't grab your boobs and not let me watch," he protested. "I do what I want," she replied, tugging on her nipples and sliding her labia along his rigid shaft. There was zero chance she would fuck him like this, seeing his face as she rode his cock was part of the fun. "I'm pretty sure this is some kind of abuse," he replied. As she started to turn around, she smiled and said, "I'm only doing this because I need help with calculus next week." "Anything...." He replied. She had finished turning around and was once again straddling him, but this time he could see her tits and her face. "Right now I just want to solve for Oh...." She said as she wrapped her hand around his erection and stroked it. "Do you want me to ride your cock?" she teased, then pointed his erection towards the ceiling. He nodded eagerly; even one syllable words escaped him at the moment. "I'm going to fuck your brains out," she hissed, and then lowered her pussy on to his rigid shaft. Once her labia stretched around the tip, she stopped descending and rocked back and forth. It would not be like this when it was his turn, Carl thought. He was going to fuck her hard and deep. Watching her slowly take him in was nice, but he wanted to completely penetrate her. With rapt attention he watched her fingers spread out. One finger, the middle one, stroked her clit while two others pressed her labia against his cock. "I could totally come like this," she moaned. Her other hand was on her breast, alternately caressing the fleshy mound and tugging on her swollen nipple. Judging by the expression on his face Carl was obviously enjoying the show she was putting on. In fact he was probably enjoying it a bit too much, but she enjoyed being the target of his lustful stare too much to stop. There was no doubt in her mind that if he came too quickly he would make it up to her. Bit by bit she sank down on to his throbbing erection, savoring the sensation of his thick cock stretching her pussy wide open. He was already deeper inside her than almost every other man she had fucked, and there was still an inch or two of his dick left. "Me too," he moaned in response. "You better not, I'm not done yet," she said as she sank down the final inch. With other guys she would have just bounced up and down until she came, but with Carl she liked to take her time. He was the only guy that was both a fuck buddy and a close friend, and that made the sex better. When she finally had his entire cock in her pussy she leaned forward and pinned his wrists against the mattress. With her tits hanging inches from his face she started to grind against him. The warm tingle that was the harbinger of her climax began to spread outward from her sex. She wondered if she would beat him in the race to orgasm. "Oh shit that feels good," he moaned, making the understatement of the year. The pressure in his balls was building rapidly and he tried to temper his arousal to make things last just a bit longer. She was leaning back now and had gone from grinding her body against his to slowly riding up and down on his cock. He watched as her lips stretched around his throbbing erection until they were hidden by the tuft of hair that surrounded the base of his cock. Then she began to rise up again, her labia clinging to his veined shaft until they were just kissing the tip. It would only be a minute or two before he would cross the point of no return and be powerless to stop his climax. Closing his eyes would get him to five minutes at best, but his eyelids refused to budge as he watched her squirm on his cock. Her breasts swayed gently as she continued to fuck him, but what pushed him over the edge was the lust that smoldered in her eyes. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come," he moaned. "Yes, yes, come inside me. Let it go, let it go," she replied. It didn't matter if he came first; she was so close that her own climax was unstoppable. She felt his body tense as he tried to hold back, then suddenly relax as his orgasm overwhelmed him. His eyes glassed over and she felt his cock jerk inside her pussy. There was only one thing left to do, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. When his tongue slipped into her mouth her climax exploded. There was nothing like having Carrie come on his cock. Her muscles tightened and held him firmly while she gasped for breath. Even after both their orgasms had faded away and his cock started to soften she remained on top of him. "You," she whispered, "better get to work." "As you wish, princess," he replied, then grabbed her shoulders and rolled her on to her back. Grasping her wrist he folded her arms behind her head and tied them together with the belt, securing it with a very sloppy taut line hitch. Being restrained was not something she expected. The next thing Carrie knew his lips were pressed against hers and his tongue invaded her mouth. It appeared his sex drive had not been diminished by their tryst. After exploring her mouth Carl grabbed her ponytail and pulled back, exposing her throat. A low moan escaped her lips, but he felt it more than he heard it. Her ample bosom beckoned to him, but he made a deliberate effort not to rush straight to her tits. Instead, his lips meandered down her neck and on to her shoulder before migrating south. His cock wasn't showing any signs of recovering yet, but he had plenty to do before it would be required again. The languid pace he was taking was sweet, but she longed to feel his lips on her breasts. If her hands weren't tied up she would have encouraged him to go faster, but she was stuck with what he wanted. He had left her flat on her back, not reclined as he had been, so it was difficult to see what he was doing. "Finally," she said when his lips touched her breast. "Good things come to those who wait," he replied. "Are you going to make me come really good?" she asked. "Be careful what you wish for," he replied, putting one of his hands between her legs. She was dripping wet. He lay beside her with his mouth on one of her breasts and his remaining hand on the other. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles as he pinched one between his fingers and the other between his lips. "Oh fuck," she groaned. His fingers were alternately spreading and stroking her labia, but carefully avoiding her clit. There seemed to be a current flowing from his fingertips and lips through her nipples and down to her pussy. She raised her hips, hoping he would get the hint and slip at least one of his fingers inside her, but he pulled back instead. "Are you teasing me?" "No.... it's .... Not... time for.... that ... yet," he replied, pausing to kiss her breast between each word. The heat between her legs was increasing, just as he had hoped, but he resisted the temptation to penetrate her sex. Just as she had taunted him with the slow hand job, he planned to do just enough to keep her on the edge of climaxing. There was one difference, he was unable to stop kissing and caressing her tits, even though he knew there as a chance it would push her over the edge. As he continued to toy with her, she felt the walls of her vagina begin to quiver. Lifting her head, she watched him wrap his lips around her swollen nipple. His cheeks went hollow as he sucked hard, at the same time he pinched and tugged on the dark amber pebble that topped her other breast. A quick upward thrust of her hips caused her clit to bump against his hand, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. She tried again, but he managed to dodge her. His thumb pressed down just above her clit, or at least the part that was visible. "Oh fuck yes," she moaned. It was entirely possible she could come like this. While his orgasm had drained his libido, his desire to please Carrie was undiminished. Without lust clouding his mind it was easier to read Carrie's signals, something he took full advantage of. Making her come like this would be something to brag about. That is, if he had anyone to brag to, but the only two people he knew well enough were Carrie and her brother. She would be well aware of his achievement, and somehow telling Daniel that he had made his sister come without penetrating her didn't seem like a good idea. Maybe Carrie would do his bragging for him and tell her friends about what he had done. He pressed his fingers against her, compressing the clitoral tissue that was hidden from sight. She bucked underneath him, making it difficult to keep his mouth on her breast. Her reaction breathed a bit of life into his flaccid cock. Not enough to make it useful, but enough to encourage him. He would be inside her again soon. "Oh shit, oh, oh, oh, oh," she groaned. This was certainly not what she expected. It wasn't unusual for her to come more than once, but there was always something inside her; a cock, a finger, a toy or a tongue. The closer she got to her climax the more sensitive her breasts became. "Don't stop, please don't stop, you're going to make me come again, please, please.... I want to come." Carl bit his lip. When their positions were reversed her voice had brought him to the very edge of orgasm. He wanted to do the same for her, but all he could think of were lines from porn videos, and none of them sounded like something Carrie would like to hear. Finally he found a few words, "I want you to come for me." Her response gave him an epiphany. "Yes, make me come. Make me come like your little slut.... Oh, oh, oh." The dirty talk, the leather belt, it all suddenly made sense. There was no reason to hold back, she wanted to be treated roughly, at least this time. He pulled his hand away from her breast and slapped it. "Yes, oh, yes!" she cried out. He slapped her again, then grabbed her firmly. At the same time he pinched her nipple between his teeth and pulled back. What didn't change was the hand between her legs. It was a challenge to be rough with one hand and tease with the other, but her reaction was worth it. "I want you inside me," she begged, "please, please..." Even if he had been hard, he would not have given her what she begged for. He wanted to see her come from just being touched, and seconds later he got his wish. The third time his hand landed on her breast the sting pushed her over the edge. It wasn't the most spectacular orgasm ever, but it was a welcome release from being on the edge. As the last vestige of euphoria faded away, she felt him removing the leather belt from around her wrists. "That was, well, wow..." "I'm not done yet," he replied crossing her wrists over her navel and lashing them back together. "Did it occur to you that I might be done?" she asked. "You? Done? That's crazy talk," he replied. "What are you doing?" "This," he said, putting one hand under her hip and the other under her shoulder, then rolling her over so she was face down on the bed. The idea of Carrie as a submissive was still sinking in. From the day he had met her she had always made it clear she was in charge, but now the tables had turned. He straddled her thighs and put his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. She looked vulnerable, and that turned him on. It seemed like he could do anything he wanted to her if he could just get his dick to cooperate. Its condition had improved, but wasn't quite stiff enough to penetrate her yet. He inched forwards until his semi-rigid shaft nestled between her ass cheeks, then grabbed her ponytail and pulled back. "Are you rested up and ready for more?" he asked in the most assertive voice he could muster. "I'm yours to do with as you please," she replied softly. It had never occurred to him that the expression 'Power is an aphrodisiac' worked both ways. He knew people in charge were perceived as more attractive, but now he realized that wielding that power was arousing. He rocked his hips back and forth, grinding his half erect cock against her ass. There was no rational reason for his desire to fuck her in the ass. Everything they had done had been spontaneous, but anal sex was quite the opposite. It required a lot of preparation, it was complicated and messy, but lust was overtaking his rational mind. His logical mind made a last stand, making the case that trying to penetrate her ass this time would end badly. It wasn't the most comfortable position she had ever been in, but she still felt aroused. Carl had been full of surprises, and it appeared he still had a few tricks to pull out of his hat. The sensation of his thick cock against her ass was both arousing and frightening. She had only tried anal sex once, and it had turned out badly. They were both a bit drunk, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The guy was tipsy enough that his dick wasn't quite hard enough to penetrate her ass no matter how much lube he poured on it. Eventually they had both passed out. He had managed to get just the tip in, and she had realized that a lot more warm up was needed. For someone like Carl a whole lot more preparation would be required. She breathed a sigh of relief when it appeared he was content to just tease her, and perhaps himself, by just sliding his increasingly hard shaft between her cheeks. Leaning forward he put his thumb over the back of her neck, and then curled his fingers against her throat. To keep from falling over he slipped his toes under her legs. "I'm going to fuck you again, but not until you beg for my cock," he said, satisfied that it didn't sound completely ridiculous. He repeated the mantra in his head 'I'm going to fuck her again'. There were two immediate threats to that promise. First was his cock, it still wasn't completely hard, but that was no reason to panic. He knew from experience that his refractory period was twenty to thirty minutes, and spending that much time pleasing Carrie was hardly a chore. Second was her ass, it felt so good he could easily get carried away and come all over it. He discarded his original plan of toying with her ass until his erection returned to full strength, he would probably climax before that happened. Instead he let go of her hair and neck, moving his hands to her lower back and pushing his body towards her feet. Almost right away, he regretted not having his cock against her firm ass, but he had to start his plan before his libido took over. A wave of relief swept over her when Carl stopped rubbing his cock between her buttocks. Maybe someday she would find a way to indulge his fantasy, but not today. His hands continued to caress her, leaving no doubt that he had at least a minor obsession with her backside. The soft kisses along her spine, then her ass and finally her thighs were relaxing. He had told her she was going to have to plead for his cock if she wanted him again, and given his new attitude she expected him to keep his word. Even though her hands were inches from her pussy she didn't feel the need to contribute. Instead she focused on the way his lips felt against the back of her knees. It felt good, even though it tickled enough for force a giggle from her lips. Her calf muscles were treated to a massage, as were her feet. He caressed her feet with a stronger than expected grip. "I guessed you have reached the end of me," she said as he tugged on each of her toes. "Not yet," he replied, and then kissed her on the ankle. After a few seconds she felt his lips again, this time on her heel. "I didn't think you were the foot fetish type." "I don't have a foot fetish, I have a Carrie fetish." "I didn't do this to you." "You had your chance, now it's my turn," he replied. Other than an occasional foot rub nobody had done anything with her feet, and Carrie was shocked at how much she liked what he was doing. It was more than just relaxing, the caressing and kissing was turning her on. She stretched out her fingers until they reached her labia. Her pussy was a wet, sticky mess. First she spread her legs apart, and then she used her fingers to spread her lips open. She knew the exact moment Carl noticed what she was doing; he dropped her foot onto the bed. She tried to imagine the look on his face as she slipped one finger between her nether lips. When a second followed she heard him groan. She stuffed a third one in for good measure. The moment he saw Carrie stroking her pussy his refractory period came to an abrupt halt and his cock snapped to its fully erect state. His eyes focused on the sight of her slender fingers sliding between the puffy pink lips of her sex. Waiting for her to grovel to be penetrated was going to be a bigger challenge than expected. He grabbed her leg and rolled her on to her back, then forced her thighs apart. Lifting her head she smiled at him, and at the sight of his throbbing erection. "I thought I was going to have to beg for your cock..." Carl could not believe the words that flowed out of his mouth, "And you will..." Resisting the nearly overwhelming desire to bury his cock in Carrie, he chose a different course of action. He practically dove head first between her legs, kissing and licking her sex. His tongue penetrated her pussy and swirled around her clit. She tried to squirm away, but he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pinned her to the bed. She was wet and hot and wonderful. "Don't make me come like this; I want you inside me," she cried. He paused just long enough to issue a taunt, "That doesn't sound like begging to me," then resumed devouring her. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, please no. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me with your big hard cock. I want you to come inside me. Please, please, please don't make me come until you are inside me." Carl shoved two fingers into her wet slit, pressing them against her G spot, "I'm inside you now, are you ready to come?" Do You Want To Play A Game The muscles in her belly clenched down on his digits, "Not like this, I want your cock; I want it so bad..." If she was playing him, it was an Oscar worthy performance. The urge to be inside her was overwhelming, but he decided to tease her just a bit longer. With the two fingers that were buried in her pussy he continued to stroke her g spot while his tongue swirled around her clit. "I want your cock, and I want it now!" Carrie demanded, trying a different approach. Carl lifted his head, "That is certainly not begging, care to try again?" This new attitude impressed her, and much to her chagrin, aroused as well. She was moments away from coming and his cock wasn't even close to her pussy. Admitting defeat she tried begging again. "Oh, oh, oh, yes, oh I want... I want...," Carrie gasped, "I want to come with you inside me." Later she would wonder why it was so important that she didn't climax until she had his cock nestled deep inside her body, but in the heat of the moment she only knew that she craved his throbbing erection. Finally the siren's song of her voice was too much. He withdrew his fingers and began blazing a trail of kisses up her body. He started with her hips, then her ribs, his lips darting from one side to the other. Her breasts received the same treatment, he took time to suck and lightly bite each nipple. When he started to kiss her neck his cock was close enough to feel the heat coming from between her legs. Finally he pressed his mouth against hers. The tip of his cock was resting against her labia. "You want it?" he asked. "Yes, yes, please," she begged. "Then take it..." It suddenly occurred to her that she could grab his cock, and she did. Gripping his rigid shaft and shoving it into her pussy. Once the tip had sunk past her labia, he thrust the rest of his erection into her. He buried his cock into her with such force her breasts bounced wildly. His hands were on her throat again and he continued to pound her sex. The force of his thrusts rippled through her body, making her tits careen in all directions. She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips until his cock was so far into her it hurt. The pain washed away when her orgasm exploded. She floated in a sea of euphoria, but still vaguely of Carl's long, hard thrusts. Nothing he had seen in the hundreds, if not thousands, of porn videos held a candle to seeing Carrie have an orgasm, and this one was the most spectacular ever. Her eyes were unfocused and it seemed every muscle in her body was relaxed except one. If his rational brain had been able to get a word in it would have explained how her climax affected the muscles in the walls of her vagina, but his mind was overwhelmed with lust. All he knew was she was tight and hot and wet, and there was nothing he could do to stop from coming. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion; the way she writhed on the bed below him, the way her breasts moved in time with his thrusts and even her cries of pleasure seemed to be slowed down. "I'm going to come," he moaned. When his words hit her ears it reignited her climax, reversing the downward spiral and flinging her back into the whirlwind of pleasure. She felt his cock jerk as it pumped hot, sticky cum into her pussy. She held him tight with her legs as she rocked her hips up and down, milking every drop out of his cock. Carl felt drained from the waist down. It wasn't just his balls that felt depleted; his legs were like wet noodles. Carrie's pussy still firmly gripped his cock. He looked into her eyes; they no longer appeared to be unfocused. "I love," she whispered. "Yes," he replied nervously "The way you fuck me." "You are incredible," he replied. "The best you've ever had?" she asked with a smile. "Yea," "Better than your right and left hand?" she teased. "Yea," he said with a laugh. "If you use both is that a threesome?" Carl chuckled, "Uh, no." One of the things that she liked about him was the way he could laugh at himself. Other guys got defensive if she kidded them about a lack of experience. "Which reminds me, don't you owe me a little show with your roommate?" he asked and he slowly rolled off her and lay on the bed. "After what I just did for you... you are still thinking about sex?" "And you aren't?" "Guilty," she confessed, and then put her hand on his half hard cock, "but it's not like you can do anything about it." "Actually," he said, putting his hand between her legs, "I don't have to be hard to come." "I think you are dry," she countered. "Don't need that either, orgasm and ejaculation frequently happen at the same time, but they can occur separately." "Bullshit." She scoffed. "It's fact. Tantric sex, perhaps you have heard of it?" "There no way you went from virgin to mastering tantric sex in a few months." "Care to make a bet on it?" he asked. "Sure," she replied confidently. "What should the stakes be?" "If you don't come then I get to watch you suck Roger off again. And just so you don't get lazy on me if I don't come the lesbian sex show is off." "And if I do make you come" "Then you get to join in" "Okay, how are we going to do this?" "Sixty Nine, I hope you like cream pie," she said with an evil grin, knowing her pussy was a cum soaked train wreck after what he had just done to her. One way or another he was going to get a mouthful of jizz. He had been so excited about having a threesome with Carrie and her roommate he had not thought to set any limits on the bet. The more he thought about the more it seemed like a small risk to watch Carrie and another woman go at it while they took turns riding on his cock. "It's a bet." "You might want to watch me, you know, so you will know what to do when you lose," she said as she sat up. "I was about to say the same thing," he replied. Carrie grabbed his semi-rigid cock, "I don't know why you don't like giving blowjobs, and I love having you in my mouth." Carl tried not to think about what she said; there was no way to win that argument. She could easily throw anything he said back in his face, or use it as a reason not to get naked with her roommate. "I'll watch, but I won't learn, I don't need to because I'm going to win. I will, however, be willing to give you some pointers on what to do to your room mate," he replied. "Quit stalling," she said, climbing on top of him. She lifted his cock to her lips; it had regained bit stiffness, but was hardly erect. Even partially deflated it was still a jaw stretcher. She had no plans to hold back and give him a reason to back out of the bet. She felt his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. Seconds later his tongue brushed against her battered labia. For some reason the expression 'The dew is off the lily" sprang into his head. The lotus blossom between her legs was dripping with something, but it wasn't clean and clear. He should have had her put her ass on the line, literally. Once again the thought of sliding his rigid shaft into her tight ass popped into his mind. That would have been a much better consequence for not making him come. It suddenly occurred to him that she gave him a chance at a threesome. As he pressed his lips against her pussy, he began to construct a fantasy in his mind. Carrie's roommate would be lying on her back. He didn't know what she looked like, but that wasn't important. He imagined Carrie on her hands and knees, hovering over the other woman. Their lips touched, as did their breasts. He was on his knees behind both of them, just watching. At first he would just enjoy the view, but once they all were aroused he would slide a finger into each of them. Reality mirrored fantasy as he sank two fingers into Carrie's dripping wet slit. Her mouth had engulfed almost half of his cock, and there was no doubt in his mind that between her lips and his imagination he was going to come. It was difficult to be certain, but it felt like he was getting hard again. This was both disappointing and arousing. She had been speaking honestly when she said she liked giving blowjobs, but this was not a bet she wanted to lose. Not because she objected to the terms, she just did not like losing. It was apparent that Carl wanted to win as well. As his tongue caresses her labia his hand grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks apart. One of his hands slipped down into the valley and his knuckle pressed against her tightest orifice. One of his thumbs slipped past her labia. It wasn't as big as his cock, but it still felt good to have some part of him penetrate her sex. The muscles in her belly began to tighten and she realized he probably was going to make good on his threat to make her climax again. She pulled his cock out of her mouth just long enough to tease him, "I want you to come in my mouth Carl." Then she inhaled his dick again. Although he fully believed it was possible, he had not mastered the tantric technique of climaxing without ejaculating, and tonight would probably not be the night he learned how. He wanted to be able to come over and over like she did, but there was something irresistible about the idea of filling her mouth with his cum. His fantasy has progressed to thinking about having Carrie and her roommate both sucking his dick. In his mind he saw them sharing his cock. One would have her lips wrapped around his rigid shaft; the other would be kissing and licking his balls. Occasionally they would pause to kiss each other. He wasn't sure which image turned him on more, the two of them blowing him, or them kissing passionately. The line between fantasy and reality began to blur as Carrie stroked and sucked on his cock. This wasn't the first time he had sixty nined with Carrie, but something was different. Kissing and licking her pussy wasn't a distraction. If anything it increased his arousal. Even though he had already come twice he could feel another orgasm building. "Oh, oh, Carrie. Don't stop, you're going to make me come," he moaned, and then pressed his mouth against her sex again. She no longer cared who won the bet and who lost; she just wanted to suck one more orgasm out of Carl. Hearing him utter her name inched her closer to her own climax. With one finger, she stroked the soft skin of his perineum, eliciting a moan that she felt between her legs. His tongue swirled around her clit, causing her to moan as well. The thought that they could come together like this only added to her arousal. His hips started to move, trying to thrust his cock into her mouth. It was an exercise in futility, his struggling erection still wasn't stiff enough to penetrate anything, but she knew it meant he was getting close. It seemed the more he kissed, licked and touched her pussy the closer he got to coming. His hands were still on her ass, and his thumb was still pressed against her labia. The elixir that flowed from between her legs made him intoxicated with desire. He realized that he was past his point of no return. The right thing to do was to warn her he was about to come, but he could not pull his lips away from her pussy. The fantasy about Carrie and her roommate was gone; the only thing on his mind was how Carrie's mouth felt on his dick, and how her pussy felt against his lips. His orgasm exploded, causing waves of ecstasy to ripple through his body, but he didn't stop. Later he would wonder if his perception of time has slowed down, or if this orgasm lasted longer than any he had ever experienced, but it seemed like his climax was fueled by having his mouth against her sex. It wasn't a complete surprise when Carl came in her mouth. A few drops had tipped her off to what was about to happen. There was just one spurt, but his cock continued to jerk in her mouth, and that pushed her over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on her as he kept kissing and licking in just the right place. Finally he could not take any more and let his head fall back on to the mattress, and his orgasm faded away. Carrie let his still floppy dick slip out of her mouth, and she lay beside him. "Was it good for you too?" she asked with a grin. "Yea, yea,' he said, still gasping for breath. "You are a mess," she said, running her fingers over his lips. His face was dripping wet, and not just from sweat. "Did I do that?" "You did," he replied, licking his lips. "You had more left than I expected, but it's gone," she said, smacking her lips, "but I think you are done for a while." The look on his face made the salty aftertaste in her mouth worth it. It didn't really matter why Carl liked to come in her mouth, it just mattered that it made him happy. She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. "I think you are right," he admitted. As sexy as Carrie was it wasn't enough to resurrect his sex drive. "I have a confession," she whispered. "What's that?" "I haven't said anything to my roommate about my offer, but if she's not into it I have some friends that are." "That's cool." "In fact," she said, placing her head on his chest, "I can think of several friends that might be interested. Do you have any special requests?" "Such as?" "Asian?" "That sounds exotic," he replied. "But she's kind of small, that thing might split her in half," she said, stroking his cock. "That's...." he started to say. "Unlikely," she interjected, finishing his statement. "But we might both have to go down on her before she is wet enough." "That sounds good," he replied excitedly. "Or maybe something in the Amazon category," she mused, "Would it be strange if she was taller than you?" "I don't think so." "Although being tall is no guarantee she is big elsewhere... I know a few tall guys with cocks that are barely average," she said, "and a few short guys that are hung like horses." "Really?" "What, you have never checked out other guys?" she asked. "The last time I had to shower in public I was a freshman in high school, I don't remember anything exceptional," he replied. "I bet you would be fun at a nude beach," she teased. "You've been to one?" he asked. "Yes, but I just went topless. " "What was it like?" "Kind of boring, mostly an older crowd... " "Let's get back to the terms of our bet," he said, changing the subject. "Okay. Honestly I've got some ideas, but I'm not really sure which of my friends are up for what we discussed. What's more important, being bi-curious or a threesome?" "That's a tough decision," he replied. "You know it won't bother me to see you fuck someone else, in might be kind of hot." "So we are just friends with benefits?" "Good friends with excellent benefits," she countered, suddenly realizing that Carl was more than just a fuck buddy. The word 'polyamorous' flashed through his mind, but he kept his mouth shut. She had just made his decision easy. While the idea of seeing Carrie with another woman was arousing, his curiosity about fucking someone else was stronger. The only thing that kept him from telling her he wanted a threesome was the effect it would have on her. "I think it would be easier to find someone for a threesome." "Really?" "Honestly I don't know, but given the choice of watching or participating... I'd rather be part of the action," he confessed. "Okay, I'll see how adventuresome my friends really are," Carrie said, and then paused. "Is something wrong?" Carl asked. "No, but I have a question, it's one I never imagined asking you." "What is it?" "Would you... would you like to stay here tonight? " "Sure," he replied, and then wondered if he sounded too eager. "It's just to sleep; I'm to worn out to do anything else." "Just sleep, that's okay." "Thanks, "she said, putting her head on his chest. Carl looked down at her; she had closed her eyes and was breathing deeply. He stroked her hair a few times then drifted off to sleep. If you enjoyed this please take a look at some of the other things I have written. Please rate and comment on the story.