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Emergency

By: MathGirl



We got to Bodega bay at about 11:30, and it was a sleepy little place, just as John had said.  It smelled like the ocean, and I liked that.  Fresh and clean.  The morning fog was just burning off, and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day.  

John asked if I would like to go over to the state park and walk on the beach, and I said what I really wanted was to be kissed.  He laughed and said that it was early, but we might be able to check into the motel.  I think he wants to kiss me as much as I want to be kissed.  It's wonderful that we want the same things.  Each other.

The motel was the 'Inn at the Tides.'  It looked really nice, much better than anything I had ever stayed at with my parents.   While John went into the office to register, I sat in the car and decided I should try to look like either John's wife or daughter.  It was hard to do both at the same time, and I don't think I managed to look like either one.  

I may not really be either one, but I'm sure it's probably more believable to act like I'm his daughter rather than his wife.  At least in public.  When we're alone, I'm going to act like someone who loves him and wants him to do all kinds of great sex things to me.  I sure don't feel anything like John's daughter, but at least I'm about the right age.  Dad is only a couple of years older than John.  I really feel more like John's wife, but I'm not even close to being the right age for that.  Well, maybe if he married someone really young.  I can sure act like a wife when we're alone, though, except I don't know really know a wife is supposed to act.  Mom and Dad don't act anything like John and I do.  Darn it, why couldn't I have been born ten years earlier?   

Stop feeling sorry for yourself, girl.  What you have is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to you, and you're complaining.  This is your fairy tale, remember?  Well, live it!   

John came out of the motel office smiling and said we could have our room now, and that the motel was mostly empty.  The weekenders had all checked out earlier that morning.  He parked the car in front of our room, and he said 'Let's go see what it's like.'  We just left everything in the car and went to the room we were going to share.

John unlocked the door and held it for me.  When we were both inside, he closed the door.  The room was very nice, with a big king size bed and couch and chair.  We looked at each other, we looked at the bed, and John went over and closed the drapes.  

We met by the bed and I got a much-needed kiss.  John put his hands on the lapels of my jacket, and the next thing I knew we were both trying to get me out of it while maintaining our kiss.  The jacket went onto the floor, and I helped him out of his windbreaker.  When that was done, I started unbuttoning his shirt, and he pulled my sweater up.  We still had our kiss going as he unsnapped and unzipped my pants.  By that time I had his shirt unbuttoned and managed to get it off of him without losing mouth contact or buttons.  John had my sweater up over my breasts and under my arms, and we both started laughing, so kissing was impossible.  

John said, 'Is this some sort of emergency, Sweetie.'

I giggled and replied, 'It sure feels like one.  Let me get these clothes off, and we'll find out.'

He sat me down on the bed, and I got out of my boots while John removed his shoes and sox.  We were frantically undressing.  We both stood up to get out of our pants, and while I got my pantyhose and panties off, John took off his boxers and pulled the covers down on the bed.  

Then we were on the bed, naked, bodies together, legs intertwined, holding each other tight, and kissing very passionately.   I don't know what happened, but I have never needed anything so much as I need him to fuck me, RIGHT NOW.  I hissed,  'Oh, Darling, please don't wait.  I can't wait.  Fuck meeeeeeeeee now, nowwwwwww!'   

Herman was big and warm between us, and I reached down and took him in my hand.  I have only been fucked once in my entire life, but I want it again NOW.   I'm sure glad he put that Vaseline in me this morning,   

John must have felt the need as urgently as I did, because he got between my legs, and I spread them wide and pulled my knees high, making my pussy easily available for him.  A little while ago I was sore and hurting inside, now all I can think about is getting big, warm Herman back in there. I don't care if he hurts me more and makes me sorer.  Yes, I want him to hurt me, fuck me hard!  NOW!  

I could feel the tip of Herman searching for my entrance, and John told me to guide him into me.  I reached down, took him in my hand, and moved the tip up and down between my lips to part them.  That also gave my clitoris a nice massage.  Then I put him right at the entrance to my vagina.  I can still hardly believe all that can actually fit inside me.  I can't even get my hand all the way around it, but I can make room for it inside my pussy.   

John pushed forward, and I could feel myself open for him as Herman slid between my fingers and into my vagina.  Unlike the night before, John didn't wait at all, he just slowly, very slowly kept pushing until the entire length of Herman was buried inside me.  He held Herman, throbbing and jerking, deep inside me, and I was suddinly having a climax.  My dam didn't exactly burst, but feeling him stretching me and moving my insides around caused something to happen that was unmistakably an orgasm.  Not the ringing in ears, seeing flashes kind, but a sweet, gentle, and less intense climax.  I could hear myself say, MMmmmmmm   Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.  

John held Herman deep inside me until I finished.  I opened my eyes, looked up at him, and whispered that I thought I had just come.  He said he wasn't far from it himself.  He lowered himself to his elbows and I put my arms around his neck and pulled his head down to me for a long, passionate kiss.  As we kissed, I could feel Herman impatiently throbbing way up inside me, and the combination was wonderful.

He started moving back and forth inside my vagina, Herman sliding along my swollen button with every stroke.  I'm going to do it again if he keeps that up.  I hope he does.  I love my orgasms, climaxes, comes, going over.  Whatever they're called, they're all wonderful.  If he doesn't stop pretty soon, I'm going to go over again, and it isn't going to be a gentle one this time.  Oh, My God, I feel like the top of my head is about to blow off!  

John said something through gritted teeth, but I was too wrapped up in what was happening to me to understand it.  He pulled all the way out and then plunged really hard and deep back into me.  It hurt!  

It stretched me as I had never been stretched, and it put the tip of Herman where nothing had ever been before.  It also blew my dam to pieces!  

I completely lost control, and I guess John did, too, because he started driving Herman with long, fast, hard strokes from my entrance clear to what felt like my tonsils.  I wrapped my legs and arms around him, I scratched at him, my ears roared, I saw the yellow and red flashes inside my eyes, and I heard myself yell something that wasn't a word, then a long, loud moan.  

I could faintly hear John's exclamations and I knew he was having his own orgasm.  Herman just pounded into me, shoving my insides around, which made me come all the harder, and I could imagine him gushing semen way up inside me, and that sexy thought made me come harder still.  My climax seemed to go on and on, until I just couldn't do it anymore.  I was breathing in gasps, and my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.  My face and shoulders felt very hot, and I knew I was blushing furiously, but not from embarrassment.  Finally, as I was coming down, I could feel Herman start to soften and shrink a little inside my pussy. 

As John lowered himself to kiss me, Herman popped out.  This was kind of like pulling a stopper, because I immediately felt a stream of warm semen start to flow out of me, down the crack of my bottom, and start a puddle on the sheet under me.  

Wow.  Wow.  Wow.  I thought it couldn't get any more intense that it did last night.  If this wasn't so wonderful, it would be kind of scary.  Can I possibly have a stronger orgasm than I just did?  What will I do if that happens?  I'll probably pass out or lose my mind.  John will have to take me to the hospital.  Imagine what the Emergency Room doctor will think when he finds out that an orgasm made me into a raving maniac.  It can't kill me, can it?  I don't think so.  

That didn't last as long as it did last night, but we both seemed to need it very urgently.  No doubt about it, that was an 'emergency.'  Maybe it was best that it didn't last very long, since I was sore.  I'm not sore now, though.  I think I've gone through sore and out the other side.

I need to be held and for John to tell me he loves me.  I may not have much experience with orgasms, but it didn't take me long to learn how to have them!  I wonder if I'll learn how to control how big they are and how long they last.  I kind of doubt it.  I'll have to have more experience before I can tell about that.  I think one of the wonderful things about about an orgasm is that I have absolutely no control at all, I'm totally out of control with pleasure.  Hmmmmmmmm   It's sure going to be fun  finding out about all these things.  

I unwrapped my arms and legs from around John, and he lay beside me.  I noticed that I was still wearing my lovely new cashmere turtleneck sweater, and that it was all bunched up around my neck and in my armpits.  That was all I was wearing, and I had forgotten I even had it on.  I had enough strength to giggle and pull it out from under my arms and down over my breasts, but that's all.  

John pulled the covers up over us and took me into his arms, then he told me he loved me.  I felt so wonderful that I actually started to cry, but I buried my face in his shoulder until I got myself under control.  John didn't seem to notice.  

I told him I loved him, and just lay there in his arms feeling that beautiful afterglow that I was learning comes only after making love totally and completely.  We had our orgasms together this time.  Another first.  I loved feeling him coming inside me last night, but going over at the same time is even better.  I had my first little come by myself, but I shared my huge orgasm with my lover.  I wonder if the woman always has more climaxes than the man.  I sure do.  I hope there isn't something wrong with me.  I guess John would know.  

I whispered, 'John, Darling, we're lovers now, aren't we?'  

He said two people who love each other and make love together are lovers, and we seem to fit that definition perfectly.  I told him I loved him and loved being his lover, and loved having him as my lover, and could I call him 'lover' sometimes?  He said he would like that.  I asked if people made love in the daytime much, and he said the time of day had nothing to do with it.  I asked if that meant we could do it anytime of the day or night, and he said we could do it anytime the urge struck us.  Some people called what we had just done 'afternoon delight.'  Well, it's afternoon and it was sure delightful.  In fact it was a whole lot better than just delightful.  I don't think there are any words to describe it.  I sure can't think of any, and maybe it's too good to be described.  Just experienced.

He asked if he had hurt me, and I said that he hadn't a bit.  In fact, I wasn't even sore anymore.  The part about not hurting me wasn't exactly true, becuse of when he suddenly plunged really hard and deep and set me off when he had started to come.  I didn't want him to know that had hurt me, though, because I was afraid he might not do it again like that.  That's what had really sent me over, and I loved it.  I really wasn't at all sore anymore.  I guess I just needed a good fu... lovemaking to work that soreness out.  

I whispered, 'John, Darling, is there something wrong with me?  The way I .......... well ........... the way I go ever so often and so easily.  Is that abnormal?'  

John laughed and said, 'Sweetie, you are the most wholesomely female and passionate woman I've ever known.  There are lots of women who never experience an orgasm in their entire lives, and many wait years for their first one.  You seem to be just naturally sexy and willing to give yourself completely to your pleasures.  Believe me, if there's anything abnormal about you it's that your extra sensuous.  I think you should consider yourself lucky to be that way and enjoy it.  I love your passion.  You're just a tiny blonde bundle of sexuality, and I'm sure glad you picked me to share it with.  I love you, Baby.'  

I could feel myself blush, but I was glad they're wasn't anything wrong with me and very pleased that John liked the way I was.  I decided that I really was lucky to be that way and to have such a wonderful lover to bring all that out in me.  I told John what I was thinking and that I loved him.  He pulled me on top of him and we had a lovely long kiss.    

What a wonderful 'emergency' that was.  Can anything in life possibly be better than what I'm feeling right now?  I wonder what 'sensuous' means.

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Emergency BabySitter



Baby-sitting is a boring job. I mean, it is totally Dullsville. You get to the house and help tuck the little ones into bed, and they're so cute and cuddly. They go to sleep and the parents go out, hitting the town and having a fine time.

You? You're stuck in the house, watching children sleep. After five minutes of that you're ready to move on and do something else. What? You're not allowed to have friends over. You can't go outside. You can sit in the kitchen and eat, assuming that the parents have left you something that you consider edible, or you can watch TV.

I suppose you could read a book, but really, who want to spend a Saturday night curled up with a good book? Not me. I want to be out and about, being escorted to restaurants and night clubs, seeing shows and dancing with my boyfriend.

And where am I? Sitting on a couch watching a cooking show. Life is so unfair. I didn't accept the baby-sitting job. Neither did I come down with the mumps and find myself unable to keep my commitment. It was my little sister, Marie who did those things. All I did wrong was to have Marie as a sister. Mum said that I should act as an emergency baby-sitter for her, because she's covered for me in the past. I pointed out that I've grown past the baby-sitting stage and that I had a date. There was no way I could fill in.

Mother's don't accept the word no, so here I was, stuck sitting on a couch, watching stupid TV shows. What is it with some of these chefs? If they spoke to me the way they speak to some of the contestants I'd hang one on them. There are laws regarding work place bullying, and some of those guys are in for a nasty shock if someone complains.

You watch some of these shows simply to wait for it to finish so something decent can come on. The sheer inanity of the show drills into your brain, trying to convert you to a zombie. The credits come on and you think, yea, something decent will now start. 

You're fooling yourself. What comes on is even worse, drilling hole through your skull, and you can feel your melted brains dripping out your ears, and still you watch. At least, there was a movie after this.

The late-night movie came on. A real he-man type of thriller with some Super-cop trying to prove that everyone but him is wrong, all the evidence is a clever fake, and the obvious suspects are being falsely accused. Skilled assassins hunt him and die, as he fights the Mafia, the CIA, and an evil corporation, all intent on bringing about the end of the world. What they were going to replace it with wasn't clear.

I went to the kitchen and had some coffee. The film? I was quite sure I could pick up the plot when I returned. It was the sort of standard pap of mindless violence that means you can skip half and still follow the logic.

I came back after my coffee and the obligatory sex scene was taking place. If one of these action men ever goes through a movie without dragging someone to bed the movie industry would go into meltdown from the shock. That reminds me. Why do they invariably show full frontals of the woman but not the men? Would it be because the man's sexual arousal is so semaphoric that it would be hard to hide his lack of interest? 

I have to admit that the hero had nice buns. I was watching him get it off, half of me saying, go for it man, and the other half saying, run, she's an assassin who's trying to weaken you.

Maybe he was trying to weaken her. She sure seemed to be succumbing easily enough. I suspect that she must have had rubber knees, the way they seemed to buckle and drop her onto a convenient bed. 

I stood there watching the hero make time, not really registering that I was rubbing myself in time to the way his buns bounced. It did suddenly register when I heard a mocking laugh.

Looking up I saw Barry, the kid's uncle standing there. I remembered as soon as I saw him that the Damasks had said he might drop by and if I had any problems just let him know.

It occurred to me that I did have a problem and that problem was Barry. He was looking at me, smiling, and I saw his eyes drop down to where my hand was. I hastily snatched it away from there, blushing. Then as cool as you please he unzipped himself and took out his cock.

Took out his erect cock. If you wanted an example of a semaphoric reaction to a sexual impulse his cock was it. It was huge. I mean, from where I stood the thing looked as big as my forearm with my clenched fist. Bigger even. I'll swear that my eyes popped wide when I saw it. 

He started walking towards me. Not moving fast, just idly getting closer, confident that I wasn't going anywhere. 

I just looked at him, starting to back away, saying, "Wh-what?"

How stupid is that. I say 'what', when I should be saying something like, "Excuse me but just what are your intentions and I'd appreciate it if you would put your little penis back in its box." The really silly part is I didn't need to ask what his intentions were. When a man is stalking you, cock on display, a woman knows damn well what his intentions are.

I kept on backing up until I bumped into the wall behind me, then with great presence of mind I managed to say, "b-but."

That was the abbreviated version. The message I meant to get across was along the lines of, "But I'm just the baby-sitter, and an emergency baby-sitter, at that. You don't really want me. Why don't you go and play with someone else?"

I was standing plastered against the wall and he stopped in front of me. I'm just looking at him, not saying a word. Well, in my defence, I was thinking a lot of words but the part of him that I was looking at sort of left me unable to express them.

Barry didn't say anything, either. He simply reached over, undid the catch on my slacks and proceeded to pull them down. With my panties. He collected them on the way past. After that he stood back up and nudges my ankle with his toe, wanting my legs further apart. I'm looking down at myself and I can see him easing forward, sliding his erection between my legs, letting it press up against the cleft between my lips. 

I stuttered something along the lines of, "Uh, um, you, I, what" which was as clear as mud to him and not much clearer to me. I think I was trying to say thank you, but no thank you, but the words just didn't come out right.

My next few words did. I distinctly said, "Aahh, oh my goooood," as he pressed forward and I could see his erection pushing up between my legs.

The seeing part was scary. Even scarier was the feeling part. His cock was pressing into me and boy, I could sure feel it. He was stretching my passage, stretching it so far I suspected that it would never recover. I was going to be walking bowlegged for the rest of my life because of this man.

Irritatingly, he had no problems entering me. It was a tight fit but I was all wet, and that was my own damn fault for rubbing myself while the guy in the film was getting it on. Little sins come back to haunt you.

He held me pinned against the wall. He didn't just start in banging me, which was what I expected. He just pressed against me while he lifted my top. Just like that he pulled it up and over my head, this time collecting my bra on the way past, not even undoing it. He pulled them up and off and tossed them aside.

"Legs around my waist," he told me.

I wanted to refuse. Well, wouldn't you? If I lifted my legs up around his waist I'd sink even harder onto his cock and I didn't know if I could. So did I refuse? Of course not. Showing all the steel backbone of over-cooked spaghetti I lifted my legs, hooking them around his waist. And I was right. He did sink a little deeper into me, although how he did it without rupturing something is beyond me.

His hands went around my back, supporting me, holding me against him, and he turned away from the wall. Holding me like that he carried me across to the couch and lowered me onto it. And lowered himself, of course. He didn't take any chances of losing close contact now that he had me. He just let my back hit the couch and then he was coming down on top of me, pushing me very firmly against it.

He then did his best to drive me mad. His hands were all over me. Not just grabbing for my breasts like I expected, but on my face, tracing my features, dropping down to my shoulders, teasing my breasts, down onto my tummy, running up and down my flanks, touching me everywhere he could. 

At the same time he was kissing me, also everywhere his lips could reach. He started with my eyelids, moving onto my cheeks, my mouth (hard), my throat and my breasts. He couldn't go lower than that without totally shifting his position and he wasn't about to do that.

That's because the entire time he was touching me, and kissing me, he was also fucking me. His cock was driving in hard, and he seemed to just bounce off me at the end of each thrust, ready to come back in again. I was clinging frantically to him, trying to ride out the storm, flexing my legs to help him come in while I pushed up to meet him. 

The whole thing was frenetic, my whole body seeming to be awash with feeling. Every nerve I had seemed to be sitting up and yelling, me, too, and I was totally out of control.

I don't know if I was sounding off as he took me, my whole being concentrating on the way he was making me feel. He was going on and on, really giving it to me. Then I suddenly found I did have a tongue and I sounded of in fury. He had suddenly withdrawn, leaving me hanging. I was like, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?", speaking in capitals. 

He laughed at me, rolling me over onto my tummy. 

"Bum's up," the callous swine said, slapping my bottom as he did so.

I hastily adjusted my position and he was ramping up the action again. Kneeling behind me he came driving in, arms around me as he used my breasts as clutch points, and then he was back at it, giving me a right royal service. 

Basically it was the same as before from my point of view. I was helpless beneath his raging cock, my bottom just bouncing along as he took me, riding me was though he was in a race and he wasn't going to lose it.

I lost it though. There was only so much of that I could stand and I had this end-of-the-world orgasm, shrieking my fool head off as I climaxed. I only got out a single short scream though. Barry slapped his hand over my mouth, saying, "Don't wake the kids."

I could see where that would be a good idea. I did not need little eyes spotting what we were doing. Little eyes are attached to big mouths.

I just lay quietly on the couch for a few moments. What the hell are you supposed to say to a man who just walks up to, pulls down your pants, and screws you rotten? What sort of a man does that in the first place? I sat up.

"What the hell was all that about?" I demanded. "How dare you jump on me like that?"

The swine had the gall to look surprised. 

"Ah, what's the problem?" he asked. "I made it plain what I wanted to do to you and you didn't say no. What else should I assume but that you were granting me permission to go ahead?"

"I was too shocked to speak," I said primly. "What would you expect when you so rudely exposed yourself in that way?"

"Sincere appreciation," he said blandly. 

"Oh, really, you are so full of it."

I glared at him and he just smiled. I could see his point. I hadn't said no. I'd just stuttered and gaped. Ah, well. Too late now.

"I'll tell you what," Barry said. "The next time I see you I'll ask you politely before I take you."

"And I'll politely decline," I replied smartly. "I barely know you."

Bastard. He ran his eyes over my naked body.

"Barely knowing someone is the best way," he assured me. "Feel free to turn me down, if you feel you should. You can do so quite safely, knowing that I won't let it stop me."



Emergency Call



I recently began a new job, and to my surprise started working with Daryl, a neighbor from down the street. We often ate lunch together and became pretty good friends.

One day I stopped by Daryl's place for no particular reason, just a friendly bullshit session. Daryl told me to come on in and sit down. I came into the kitchen where Daryl was eating lunch and I almost tripped on my tongue.

Daryl had mentioned his daughter of course, but hearing Daryl talk about his "little girl" she could have been twelve years old. This was no twelve year old!

She appeared to be between 18 and 20. Around 5'6". Glossy blonde hair hanging straight down to her shoulders, full pouty lips, and eyes that seemed to look me over the same way that I appraised her.

Her dad introduced us (I learned that her name was Laurie), and I had just settled in with a beer when her dad's pager went off.

"Damn Bill, service call from a customer. I gotta go." As Daryl scooped up his jacket and headed for the door, he turned back and stopped me halfway from my seat. "Hey, I'm not throwin' you out. Go ahead and finish your beer first."

Not one to complain about being left alone with a walking wet dream, I happily sat back down at the table and nursed my beer slowly, while striking up conversation with Laurie.

I learned she was a music student at a local university, staying at home between quarters.

I think I did a remarkable job of passing myself off as a normal functioning human being, when behind my easy smile and ready laugh I was already fucking this girl in my mind!

Laurie left the table and went to make a sandwich on the counter. Her baggy sweatpants couldn't quite hide the shapely firmness of her ass, and her T shirt only accented the breasts softly thrusting against it.

As Laurie began placing ingredients out I found myself raising out of my chair. I boldly walked right up behind her, and stopped close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body. I could see her put down the mayo jar in her hand and press both palms flat against the counter as she shuddered.

I pulled her hair aside and began trailing kisses along her shoulder, right up her neck, and ended up nibbling at her earlobes.

Laurie bent her head to the side offering me better access to nibble and sighed. "Oh, that's nice. What would Daddy think though if he came in and found you kissing on me like this?"

I slid my hands down to rest on Laurie's slim hips as I nuzzled my nose against her neck. "I don't care. And I have more than kissing in mind"

She looked at me with a wide smile and a playful glint in her eyes. "Really? And what would you have in mind for your friend's sweet innocent daughter?" she asked as she not-so-innocently reached behind her and squeezed my crotch.

I slid my hands down to the front of her thighs and pulled her back against me. "I have THAT in mind for her." I suggested as I ground my hard cock against her ass.

"Aahhh…" she sighed as she wiggled back against me. "Promises, promises."

I slid my hands up, under Laurie's shirt and across her smooth, firm stomach. I lightly stroked her silky flesh with my fingertips – slowly, casually, as I trailed soft kisses along her jaw. On farther and I found her soft round breasts, crowned by hard pointed nipples, thrusting against the fabric of her T shirt.

A few slow strokes and light pinches soon had her ass grinding fiercely against my dick. She took my wrists in her hands as she stretched against me and forced them downwards.

I easily ran my hands under her loose sweatpants, and her little satin panties. My questing fingers quickly found hot wetness, and soon she was bucking uncontrollably as my fingertips played in and out of her pussy.

"Ooooh Shit! I'm gonna… I'm gonna!!" She trailed off as she came hard. She gripped my arm tight in both hands as she collapsed over the counter and shook.

I peeled her sweats and her panties down around her ankles and crouched behind her. I spread her ass cheeks with both hands. Her tight cheeks hid a tiny pink asshole, and a dripping wet pussy. Her clit was swollen and her little cunt lips were exposed on her clean shaven muff. 

I eagerly pressed my face into her crack, diving nose first. I licked slowly around the outer edges of her cunt, then inside lapping up her fresh young juice. I began licking faster, up and down her cunt. "Yes, yes. Oh fuck yes!" she encouraged me as I drank up her sweet honey.

Laurie started circling her ass against my face as she cooed and moaned how good it felt.

I kissed along the edge of her cheek and worked my way out of that deep crevice to bite her solid ass.

"Oh, that's good. But I thought you had more than kissing in mind?" She smiled at me with an invitation in her eyes.

With a couple quick moves I dropped my pants and hauled out my hard cock and thrust it between her legs, resting with the top of my cock in touch with her wet little hole and sticking out in front of her.

I rocked back and forth sliding along her slippery folds and using my pubes to tickle her cunt.

She pushed herself hard against me, maximizing the contact between me and her little cunt.

Taking her ass in both hands, I slid my cock up until the head rested in the junction of her wet lips. They parted before my throbbing dick and I very slowly put just an inch inside.

I held perfectly still as Laurie rocked her ass against me, sliding up and down my pole. "God your cock feels so good in my little cunt. Put it all in. Fuck me stupid with that cock!"

Not one to argue, I jerked my hips forward as I pulled her backwards and thrust up to my balls in her smooth, tight little twat.

"Oh fuck yes!" Laurie howled, as she arched her back and raised up on her toes away from me. "Shit that's big… Oh!" she jerked as I thrust in again

"Do you like it Laurie? Do you like getting your twat stuffed with my big dick?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me. Tell me how much you like getting your young little cunt fucked!" At this point she is bracing her hands against the counter and leaning into me with her head hanging low. She's still jerking away from me and only taking in about two thirds of my cock.

I lean over her and brace one of my own hands on the counter. I hold still a moment and she begins rocking on the balls of her feet, as I stroke her smooth bare cunt. Then I ram it all in and she howls like a banshee as I push her right against the counter.

"Fuck yes! Fuck my tight, young little cunt with that dick!"

I kept up a jack hammer rhythm, plowing her little ass into the counter and she ate it up. For ten minutes we screwed like that, her wailing and moaning to the accompaniment of my thighs slapping her ass. Soon her cries became more focused, short outbursts coming closer together. Finally with a last "OH SHIT!" she locked her legs backward around mine, pushed herself into me, and rolling her hips came like an earthquake.

I had been holding myself back a few minutes, but with her orgasm I went all out fucking like mad for the few strokes it took me to have my own toe curler and shot her trembling twat with spurt after spurt of hot sperm. 

We both held each other for a few minutes, stroking, kissing, and in general getting really horny again.

Laurie reaches down and begins stroking my cock in one hand while she nibbles on my nipples. She looks me in the face and says "I've just got to suck this cock"

She's already sinking to her knees as I tell her "Go ahead you dirty little slut. Suck my cock. Taste your cum on it."

"Mmhm.." she mumbles as she licks up one side and down the other. "Nice and hard. Just the way I like 'em"

Laurie looks up into my eyes, opens her mouth, and slowly circles her little pink tongue around the head of my dick. Placing her hands on my thighs Laurie opens her mouth wide and slowly places it over my dick. She flicks me a couple times with the tip of her tongue, then pushes her face forward and my dick is squeezed into her gripping throat.

"Aahhh, yeah honey… suck me hard"

She doesn't respond to me of course, just kind of turns her head to the side and looks up at me with those big wide eyes as her cheeks hollow out from the suction. Her lips slide up and down my glistening shaft and the only sounds in the room are her happy groaning sound and the occasional slurp.

I take her head in my hands and push my own cock into her accommodating throat. I begin to fuck her mouth now, gliding between wet lips while her tongue teases the underside of my cock.

Laurie reaches down and begins stroking her pretty little cunt as I continue slipping in and out between her tender lips. She begins moaning in real pleasure now as she strokes herself to a fever, hitting the places a man can only guess at.

I pull away from Laurie's hungry lips and push her hands away from her body. She looks questioningly at me as she pants for breath.

"What's the matter? I was so close, and I was waiting to swallow your nice hot cum too"

I only smile and position her laying over the table, I spread her legs wide and begin licking and kissing again. Her sweet juices are everywhere by now, making her whole backside shine in the light. 

"Shit yes!…" she wails, "God yeah suck my clitty"

I lick her tangy juices up until my face is as wet and sticky as her hot cunt itself. She begins screaming in pleasure and thrashing on the table. When she is fully carried away by the sensations, but before she can begin cumming again I abruptly stand between her legs and slide the head of my cock against Laurie's little teenage asshole. I grasp her hips in my hands and gently thrust, just nudging my tip inside of her tight grasping passage.

"Oh fuck! Take my ass, Go ahead and fuck my virgin ass!" Laurie cries as she wriggles herself back against me.

I place one hand around Laurie's jaw and pull her head back enough to share a passionate kiss as I slowly add pressure and my pulsing cock slides deep within her sexy

Ass.

"Oh shit you're big!" Laurie cries as she instinctively tries to flinch away. I hold her steady, pull back and thrust again deeper. "Aaahhhh…. Owww…. Go on, yeah, FUCK!!" She screams as I quickly thrust the last inch home.

I pause and gently kiss Laurie's neck as she adjusts to me stretching her out, filling her in places she's never been filled before. "Is it better now honey?"

"Um-hmm" she quietly assents as I nuzzle behind her ear.

I begin flexing and moving just an inch or so at a time, Laurie's breathing comes heavier as she begins wiggling against me, encouraging contact.

"Aaaaaaaa!!.." she cries as I take the first full stroke, "Yeah, oh yeah! That's it! Spear me on that cock!" She commands as I begin stroking in earnest.

"You like it rough don't you Laurie?" (SLAP SLAP SLAP)

"Yes! Aaaah! Do me hard, I love it!"

The table begins to slide around the floor as I work up a feverish sweat driving myself into sweet little Laurie's ass. The said ass is quivering, rocking with my thrusts impacting it as my balls slap her wet cunt lips and she continues to scream and curse. (such shocking language from such a sweet young girl)

I begin moaning, grunting, slamming powerfully into the tight female ass before me until I can't hold back any longer.

"Oh FUUUUCK!" one or both of us screamed at the same time as I went off like a bomb in her hot tight depths and Laurie jerked stiff as a board, shivered a few times and passed out on the table.

I helped her up, and put her to bed. But I guess that's another story.



Emergency Cast Member



The Play Is The Thing 1

Cordville Occupational College is known for business, computer, and secretarial classes, a decent sports program, and even a fair automotive department, but not drama. I was one of about twenty students, ironically there were twelve boys and only eight girls in the program. I soon became the second in command, behind Roxy Hart, the 5'7", Barbie doll faced gorgeous, 53-year-old, former model and B-movie actress, with high cheekbones, a strong chin, big almond shaped hazel-green eyes, thick curly just below her shoulders flaming-red hair, and a centerfold 38GG-26-40 hourglass figure, that no matter what she wore was always on display, and thus the reason for more boys in the drama class than women. Since there were so few of us and there was almost no real budget we had to multitask, write our own plays because we could not afford to purchase the rights to any, and work behind the scenes as well as on the stage, not that we got a lot of people to see our original productions.

Since more boys than girls were around and a few of the girls tended to miss more classes than they attended, the plays definitely had a male angle to them and we began to write crazy stuff. My best friend Terry Fox, the 5'9", best looking, 19-year-old, with a smooth oval face, big blue-gray eyes, thick wavy sandy-blonde hair, and a well tanned, hairless, well toned 165 pound frame, that he spent hours riding his bike to maintain, he didn't drive a car unless he had to, was my partner in crime and always came up with a bondage scene or two in every play, but this time he even topped himself, 'Kidnapped Heiress', had the leading lady tied up and gagged for almost the whole play. It was easy to find someone to play the husband, butler, maid, chauffeur, police officers, kidnappers and even the witness, but none of the girls wanted to play the heiress, since being tied up and gagged for eighty minutes in a ninety minute play was a little too intense for them.

Kim Marx, the 5'2", studious, but pretty, 20-year-old, with a round face, big doe shaped brown eyes, that her red framed glasses emphasized nicely, thick curly brown hair, and an overripe 34DD-25-36 hourglass figure, that all the boys took notice of played the maid, and would spend a good ten minutes bound and gagged, we finally convinced Samantha Kittredge, the 5'7", well tanned, beautiful, 19-year-old, with an oval face, big almond shaped sky-blue eyes, thick to the middle of her back straight brunette hair, and a remarkable 37EE-25-39 hourglass figure that her tight jeans and tops always hugged a little too provocatively to play the heiress. Sam was always a good sport and turned heads everywhere she went, and was better looking than her mother, who was a stripper at the Pussycat Club on the edge of town. 

Of course like any production with a bare bones cast when something happened it affected everything and when six cast members got the flu the day before the big production, and for a change we sold a lot of tickets, an unfortunately Sam fell victim, all hell broke loose. To make matters worse there weren't enough girls to fill all of the roles, and since I was the only other person who knew all the lines and movement parts of the heiress, Roxy convinced me to play the part, now at 5'6", well tanned, boyishly handsome, 19-years-old, but looked more like twelve, with high cheekbones, big baby-blue eyes, thick clean-cut golden-blonde hair and a well toned 140 pound frame, that I kept in shape by swimming, riding a bike and working out, didn't think I could pull it off, but the show had to go on.

I spent most of the day getting ready to play Trixie LaRue, and shaved what little extra body hair I had, not that I really ever needed to and then had Kim and Roxy help me with make-up, jewelry, big gold hoop earrings, a thick curly platinum-blonde hair, a special panty girdle, controltop nude pantyhose, and a special 36FF bra with silicone breasts, soon looked like a gorgeous babe, and with the tight red knit dress, black leather belt, shiny black 4" highheels and even black satin elbow length gloves really looked luscious, so much so my thick circumcised 8" penis strained inside my padded panty girdle and pantyhose.

The Friday night show went off without a hitch, the Saturday afternoon and evening plays went well, but the next morning I felt a little bloated and sick. Being a trouper decided to go on stage, and since Sam was still out of action really had no choice.

We only had one more production on Sunday afternoon and a couple of us felt a little under the weather, but decided the show must go on. Within ten minutes of the play my gloved hands were secured behind my back my highheeled ankles taped together with 3" wide white stretchy medical tape with my mouth stuffed covered with two wide strips of the same tape, so I was completely helpless and all of a sudden in need of a toilet, I had to pee in the worst way and had to poop, it had been over three days and the Chinese buffet the night before didn't do my insides any favors, but being in the middle of a play in front of a packed auditorium, we had great review from the 'Cordville Cock' the local underground paper, and even the 'Cordville Courier' gave us a decent evaluation.

Terry played the kidnapper and really had me restrained and gagged effectively, between practices and three previous engagements he had become an expert and got a little rough with me at times, part of the script, but he seemed to enjoy touching me in the wrong places between scenes which really got me aroused! The more excited I got, the more desperate I was to use the toilet. By the climax where the police charged into the secret hideout and fired blanks on stage I lost control!

I thought it would just be more built-up gas, but all of a sudden my bowels exploded and hot, soft, mushy, dark brown fecal matter gathered between my hairless plum sized balls and wide upper asscrack! I wet myself with warm amber piss as an endless load of smelly feces forced my padded panty girdle to swell out prominently as the strong odor filled the stage! I was too helpless to do anything beyond squirm, groan incoherently, and climax involuntarily, which had never happened to me before. I must have let a football sized load of dark brown fudge ooze out of my sore asshole and into my panty girdle that was supposed to give me a girlish bottom and hips!

The play finally ended, no longer bound and gagged took a bow on stage with the rest of the cast, and felt Terry's strong hand on my hot, smelly, bulging bottom as the curtain came down. The rest of the cast hugged me quickly and complimented my dedication, a lesser thespian would have called in sick, but didn't stay close to me long, because I smelled like an outhouse. The back of the red knit dress was stained dark brown because of the giant load in my underwear and the front was drenched in piss and semen, I had two climaxes by this time, once just after I finished my accident and when Terry pressed on my fresh hot load of shit and it covered my tight balls!

Roxy suggested that I clean up at her house, which was just a mile away. Terry and I rode with Kim, since a bike was not the way to ride around a small city like Cordville with a load of poop in my underwear. To my surprise Kim closed the windows to her red Honda after I opened them. She claimed to like the fragrance of fresh shit. I swore she would get into an accident looking through her rearview mirror as she watched Terry fondle me through my soiled and ruined dress as the big squishy poopload squished against my derriere, thank goodness it was after the last show because the dress was a total loss.

I peeled off the dress, as Terry fondled me through the padded pantygirdle and Kim pressed the flattened load. Kim even went as far as playing with my false bosom and commented that it was bigger than her's, but I informed her that her breasts were better looking than mine. Terry sucked my erect cock to another climax while Kim pulled his thick 7" uncut penis out of his tight jeans and jerked him off until he came. I swore Ms. Hart watched us from the hallway.

The whole event excited me so much that a week later after my last class rode to my apartment that I shared with Terry, in dire need of a BM, I hadn't gone in over three days, just for this experience. I put my ten speed bike away and went to my bedroom still wearing my tight white tank top, canary yellow spandex bike shorts, and white sneakers. I felt my semi-erect cock struggle in my shorts as I rubbed myself through the shiny spandex shorts. 

"You ready Todd?" Terry asked, as he walked into my room wearing just a white Speedo, that did little to conceal his excitement.

"I certainly am." I smiled as he pressed his spandex covered erection against my spandex covered bubble butt.

Ten minutes later my hands were secured behind my back, my ankles taped together with more 3" wide white stretchy medical tape, a wadded up worn jockstrap stuffed in my willing mouth with two wide strips of medical tape placed over my smooth lower baby face, Terry wore the jockstrap for two full days just for this fantasy. He laid me on a 9' x 12' canvas dropcloth on the floor of my bedroom and left me alone for a few minutes so I could squirm and struggle and taste his stale urine, feces and semen in my mouth from his well worn jockstrap. I was soon hard as a rock and had a dire need to piss and shit!

"So is he tied up and gagged?" Kim came into the apartment and looked sexy as ever in her tight black spandex sports bra, red spandex pants and black 4" stiletto pumps, asked.

"I can't believe this." Sam said, as she followed Kim into my bedroom, she looked hotter than ever in her tight red spandex halter top, bright yellow spandex pants and shiny red 4" stiletto pumps. "Todd Waddle wants to be tied up, gagged and forced to wet and shit himself?"

"Yes." Terry said as he admired the two hottest girls in our class just as I blasted a thunderous fart, a cold reminder of how badly I had to crap. "He is such a willing young slut."

Kim knelt down and rubbed me to a climax as Sam sat on the edge of my bed and watched. She began to rub herself between her well toned legs, that she claimed were a little on the thick side, but I for one disagreed and her butt was perfect too. She let loose some smelly farts, that smelled worse than mine, but we all think our farts smell like roses. Kim suggested that Sam squat over my gagged face so I could enjoy her pungent gases. Sam barely got over my gagged face before she ripped a potent smelling fart that sounded like a busted balloon! I was at first repulsed, but then got a major erection in my tight spandex shorts! 

Terry grabbed Sam and stuffed a worn cotton bikini brief in her luscious mouth while Kim taped her hands behind her back. Sam was too surprised to resist and soon had her highheeled ankles were taped together with waht seemed to be an endless supply of wide white stretchy medical tape, but we bought it by the case at the Dollar Store for times like these. Terry tied a wide red bandana over her full red lips as she soaked her pants with a pint or better of warm yellow pee! The strong smell from Sam's ripe bottom told me she had a serious bowel movement coming along.

Terry held her to her up as Kim held my gagged face about six inches behind Sam's rotund big spandex clad bottom! She ripped out more than a smelly fart! I watched closely as the hot, smelly, knobbly, semi-solid, greenish-brown, log oozed out of her sore butthole and explored the interior of her tight, but stretchy spandex pants, and stretch they did! Sam was as full as I was and soon dropped a five softball sized smelly load in her bright yellow spandex pants! She climaxed a few times as the last of the almost seam splitting shitload oozed out of her asshole! I soaked my shorts with warm amber urine as Kim and Terry pulled me to my feet.

I grunted, pushed and farted out a very hot, pungent smelling 3" in diameter, smooth, shiny, golden-brown, turd in between my tight hairless plum sized balls and wide upper asscrack! Kim massaged the front of my piss soaked canary yellow bike shorts as the super solid turds plopped out of my virgin bumhole and formed into a voluminous five overripe grapefruit sized lump! I came intensely as the last of the smelly fecal matter almost caused my overworked spandex shorts to burst from my lower body!

Terry soon had me on my knees. I pressed my gagged mouth against his bulging Speedo and soon made him cum, although he was pretty excited before my face touched his thick penis.

Kim had Sam's gagged face pressed against her nice big round ass and grunted loudly. Terry stuffed a balled up cotton brief in her willing mouth as she soaked her spandex pants with warm amber pee and pushed out a warm, steaming, extra plump, shiny, copper-brown, sausage in between her clean shaven vulva and lovely wide upper asscrack! Kim sounded like a hungry bear as the rock solid fecal matter strained against her expandable shiny red spandex pants and slowly ballooned out to the size of three eggplants! She had multiple orgasms as the last of the hefty shitload strained inside of her all too snug pants!

My room smelled just awful. I was hard as a rock as I smelled the two fresh BMs from the two gorgeous vixens, Terry was fixated on my fresh load of poops!

He jerked off and and shot a load right on my golden-brown stained bulging bottom! He then pissed all over sam and me as Kim stuffed a balled up black thong panty in his mouth. He grunted, farted, and pushed out a very warm, odorous, fat, semi-solid, chocolate-brown, log inside of all too small Speedo! He got very hard all over again as the warm smelly feces gathered between his tight hairless plum sized balls and wide upper asscrack. He soon expelled a three cantaloupe sized load of rancid smelling excretement in his already overworked spandex swimsuit! Kim jerked him off to another climax! 

Our games would soon get kinkier.



Emergency Fuck



I work in the emergency room in a small hospital. I have always been a very horny girl. My friends always tease me because there are few things in life I enjoy more than fucking.

There's this guy that works in the ER as a tech. He's a medic. He's soooo hot. He has a sexy smile, great ass, and one hell of a flirt. He's the kind of guy that makes you want to wear the extra perfume....wear the sexy bra....wear the scrubs with the snaps down the front just in case that once in a lifetime opportunity presents itself.

I go to work every day hoping the situation will play itself out exactly like that. I'm 5'8" tall, brunette, 36B tits. The boys have always liked when I wear my hair in pony tails. They call them my handle bars, which is exactly why I wear my hair that way. I LOVE having my hair pulled. There's nothing more of a turn on than that primal instinct of being dominated like that- having someone else having that kind of passionate control over you. It makes me wet just thinking about it.

So in my mind the scenario plays out like this.... I go to work like any other day. I work with John, the hot medic. We spend the day flirting shamelessly and getting each other all hot and bothered. We make dirty little comments to one another all day long. When will the teasing end, I wonder? That's when things finally take the turn I've been waiting for. I go into the utility room to get supplies for a patient. I didn't notice that John was right behind me. The door closes behind us. He leans in close and startles me by pressing me into the wall. "So are you just a big tease?" he asks. "Or is this actually going to go anywhere?"

I laugh nervously and tell him, "I'm no tease." We lock eye contact. He pushes his body up against mine and leans in as if he is going to kiss me. I start to close my eyes in anticipation of the kiss to come and nothing happens. I open my eyes to see him smiling devilishly at me. 

"Waiting for something," he says? I sigh in frustration and embarrassment starting to explain myself when he pushes his soft lips against mine and my head into the wall. I can't escape the kiss, nor do I want to. For a moment I melt into his mouth, welcoming his tongue as it explores my mouth. My breathing quickens. I can feel my heart racing. I notice his hand starting to find its way up my abdomen toward my breasts. And then a brief moment of sanity hits. This is wrong. 

"Not here," I say. He tries to kiss me again. I press my hands against his chest to stop the kiss. He sighs. 

"What's wrong," he says. "We both want this." I agree, but point out that anyone could walk through the door at any time and we could lose our jobs. He realizes I have a point, but I then realize the bulge in his scrubs. There's another point to be considered here. I sneak in a quick kiss. 

"Downstairs," I say. 

"When," he says? 

"5 minutes," I reply breathlessly. I can feel the wetness between my legs and that all too familiar pulsing of my aching pussy knowing that it's soooooo close. He gives me a flirty wink.

"5 minutes," he says. "Where downstairs?" he whines impatiently.

"The storage room. Call maintenance and tell them you need to be let into one of the storage rooms to get decorations for the ER. I'll meet you down there in 5 minutes. I'll make it soooo worth your while," I say as I grab his big cock through his scrubs and plant a passionate kiss on his lips.

He eagerly leaves the room to page maintenance.

I head to my locker to spray a bit of cologne on and check my makeup. It's got to be perfect.

Who knew 5 minutes could feel like such an eternity?!

I tell the others I'm going to the cafeteria and I head for the basement. I head to the storage room and open the door. It's dark in the room and for a moment I think John may have chickened out. Just as I reached for the light switch, a hand grabs my arm and pulls me close. I started to scream and a hand covers my mouth, and I hear a reassuring,

"shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." John grabs my face and gently kisses my lips.

I eagerly kiss him back. Our mouths open, tongues greeting each other with enthusiasm. His hands quickly find their way to the snaps of my scrubs. In one, sure tugs my scrub top is opened and my lacy bra is in front of him. He looks hungrily at my breasts. My nipples are so sensitive and begging for his attention. He pulls the front of my bra down letting my breasts hang over. His mouth quickly finds my breasts, licking one tit and then the other-biting my nipples. He is not the only one with an agenda. My hands have worked their way into his scrub pants and are stroking his cock. It wasn't a surprise that he was commando and his cock was hard and waiting for me to explore.

He made a guttural sound as I stoked his cock. I turn us around, so he's against the wall and I pulled his scrubs down and in pushed me onto my knees in front of him.

"This is why we like those handle bars so much," he said, referring to my pig tails, as he grabbed me by the pony tails and guided my mouth to his hard, hot cock.

I took his cock into my mouth and began to work my tongue over its entirety. My tongue licked the head in fast circles, and I took the length of his cock into my mouth, all the way into my mouth. Ooooh. He's discovered one of my hidden talents! I have marvelous control over my gag reflex and take him into my mouth like a veteran porn star.

"Oh my God," he says as he melts into the wall he's leaning against.

I start to suck his cock, noting the precum now oozing from his manhood.

His breathing quickens and he tightens his grip on my pigtails, steering me onto his throbbing cock as he pleases. He's looking down at me taking in the sight of me giving him a blowjob to remember. He grunts, "I'm gonna cum!"

I look up at him as I'm working his cock with my mouth and he shudders, releasing his hot load into my mouth. I swallow every drop he has to offer enjoying the priceless expression of lust and release on his face.

"Wow," he says. "That was so hot!" He pulls me up to standing again and kisses me, even more lustfully than before.

He kisses his way from my mouth, down my neck, down my abdomen and without me even knowing it, has my pants and underwear down at my ankles. "Your turn," he says.

His face gets closer and closer to my wet pussy until his tongue finally finds its way to my sweetness.

"mmmmmmm," I mutter, as he licks my pussy eagerly.

"You like that, huh?" he says between licks. He playfully pulls his head away from my pussy as I get close to cumming. 

I look deeply into his eyes, say "yes," and pull his face back to my pussy.

He licks my clit with quick flicks of his tongue until I'm moaning and stops once again with an evil little grin.

"And you asked if I was a tease?" I quip.

"Oh I'm no tease either," he says, as he stands, grabs my ass to pull me near and plants a deep kiss on my mouth. I taste the bittersweetness of my juices on his mouth.

"You're not, huh?" I say.

And in a couple quick motions he turns me around against the wall. He has his hands on top of my hands pressing against the wall. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my ass as he kisses the back of my neck.

"What do you want, babe?" he asks breathily into my ears.

"I want to feel your cock in me," I say.

And as I'm finishing my sentence, I feel him lean me forward slightly and his huge cock slip into my aching pussy.

"Like this?" he says, as he begins pushing himself in and out of my dripping pussy.

"Yesssssssssssssss," I hiss, meeting his thrusts by pushing back onto his cock and enjoying the sensation of him pressing into my G spot with each thrust.

"You're so tight!" he groans.

The pace quickens as we realize that we've been gone a while. Now cumming is all either of us can think of. It's every person for themselves. He thrusts harder and faster, and reaches up and pulls both of my ponytails behind me. I begin to cum as I realize he is in control of this amazing fuck. I feel him start to shudder and he presses into me as he fills my dripping pussy with his hot cum.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhh!" in unison.

We stand together against the wall for a few moments enjoying the last few moments of the wild ride we just had.

He pulls out, pulls his pants up and says I need to get myself together and get back upstairs.

I know he's right, but my legs are weak from the intense orgasm I just had. I pull my panties and pants back on, try to straighten my hair, and head back upstairs. I stop in a bathroom to look at the damage and make sure I look half way presentable. "Not too bad," I say as I straighten the pony tails and head back into the department.

I have a hard time hiding the stupid, satisfied smile I have on my face. I thought that was my only worry until John passed me in the hall and pointed out the huge wet spot I had on my scrubs.

"Think anyone will notice?" I say.

To be continued... 



Emergency Maintenance Call...



Hello there, my dear and constant reader....it’s been a long time. So long, in fact, that I could write enough stories about me going solo to cause this website to crash. I was thinking about you the other day, and decided to tell you where those thoughts lead me...to share this fantasy that I am sure you and I both have had over the last few months, so make sure to settle in for a nice, long ride. Are you ready? 

It was around 6 p.m., on a cold and snowy Friday, and I found my mind wandering to places that it hadn’t been in a long time. I had the house all to myself, a wondrous and rare occasion, and I decided to take advantage of it. I opened up a bottle of wine, put on some music, and, after sipping a few glasses, lit up a joint. I was starting to feel a nice slow buzz creeping throughout my body, and decided that a long, hot bubble bath sounded absolutely amazing right about now.

As I walked in the bathroom and glanced around the room, I couldn’t help but think of you; the shiny new tile that you had laid so carefully, the faucets that you had tightened with shaking hands as you tried not to think about what we could have been doing in there....No, I wasn’t going to go there again. I couldn’t afford to. I had called you on your cell phone earlier that day and left you a message, saying that I would be alone for the night, and thought it would be nice to get together. You hadn’t called back, nor did I expect you to. I mentally kicked myself, wondering when I would ever get it that I just needed to give you up and leave you be. I turned on the water, poured in the bubble bath,and tried to shove you out of my mind for the fiftieth time that week.

But as I removed my clothes and started to step into the water, it became increasingly more difficult to ignore the images of you running through my head. As I sank down into the bubbles, I smiled to myself, thinking, of all the rooms in the house, this was the one that reminded me of you the most, and it also happened to be the only one that we hadn’t touched each other in. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted you. My nipples grew hard and I felt a stirring in my center that only you could create. I closed my eyes, laid back in the big clawfoot tub, and gave in to fantasy.

As I ran my hands over my soapy tits, my nipples grew even harder as I imagined your hot, wet tongue running over them, first the left, and then the right....I pinched and pulled, memories flooding my body of your mouth sucking and pulling on them until I could almost come from that alone. I raised up on my knees, sliding my right hand down over my pussy. The soap from my fingers combined with the dampness dripping from my aching cunt was almost enough to send me right over the edge. I slid two fingers back and forth over my clit, then down into my cunt, trying my hardest to fuck myself with those fingers as hard as you did, but it wasn’t working. I slid them back out, running them back up over my clit, lightly flicking it with my fingertips, imagining that it was your hot, wet tongue. My left hand worked back and forth across my tits, stopping to squeeze and pull on my nipples as I kneeled there in the water, eyes closed, bringing myself closer and closer....

Suddenly an image flashed through my dazed mind, and I could picture you there, my hands holding desperately onto the back of your head, your ice blue eyes staring up at me through the steam, as your hot tongue worked feverishly over my clit, stopping every now and then to run down and swirl around inside of me...that was all I could take. My fingers worked faster and I exploded, coming harder than I had in a long time, and I moaned out loud, your name echoing in the empty bathroom. 

I sank back into the water, my chest heaving, trying to catch my breath in the steam-filled room. My nipples were hard and covered in little beads of sweat...Between the alcohol, the pot, the candlelit hot room, and my massive orgasm, I was shaking and the room was spinning. I tried to stand up to get out, almost falling, when I felt a hand grasp my arm to steady me...I looked up and there you were, standing in the doorway. I blinked and shook my head a little, expecting you to fade away, but there you still stood, with a grin on your face and a twinkle in your eye. 

I said nothing, but could feel a flush creep up my face as I realized you had just witnessed the entire scene. You silently reached down and took my hand, pressing it to the front of your jeans where your cock was already hard as a rock straining to get out of it’s confines. I felt my embarrassment start to fade away, being replaced with some sort of animal lust that I had only known with you. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time you’d seen me do something like that. 

I immediately sank to my knees in front of you and worked the button loose on your jeans. I leaned forward and grasped the zipper between my teeth, slowly pulling it down. I then moved my mouth over your cock, sending my hot breath through the denim, making it twitch with anticipation of what was to come. I finally reached up with my hands to pull down your jeans and free your raging hard-on. 

I took a no-hands approach this time, flicking my tongue over the tip, then wrapping it around the head, while my hands worked over your ass. I swirled my tongue around in a circle, then slid it down a little. I continued to work the head of your cock this way for another minute, then used my tongue to guide you between my wet and waiting lips. You gasped as my mouth slowly pulled you in and you almost fell over. I realized I had better get you seated somewhere before you broke something (grin). Besides, with no chance of anyone catching us, I decided it was finally time to get you 100% completely naked. 

I stood and led you over to the tub and hurriedly removed the rest of your clothes, eager to get that monster dick of yours back into my mouth. I loved nothing more than sucking you off, feeling your silky hot hard cock between my lips. Sometimes I get off on just that thought alone....It was getting chilly, so I turned on the hot water and stepped back into the tub, bringing you in with me. I sat you on the edge of the tub and kneeled down in the water. As hungry as I was for you, I wanted to prolong your pleasure as much as I could. I soaped up my hands and started at your knees, slowly working my way up your thighs, lightly rubbing up and down the insides of them. My left hand continued this way as my right hand slid up over your balls. Then I took my other hand from your leg and began to work it up and down your cock, ever so slowly. I thought you were going to die from this, as you threw your head back and groaned, gripping the edge of the tub so hard that your knuckles were turning white. 

As I felt you grow even harder than I thought possible in my hand, I couldn’t take anymore. I had to taste you, had to feel you in my mouth again.. I rinsed the soap away from you and took you fully into my mouth, feeling my throat trying to expand to accommodate you. I took it far enough back to make me gag, knowing you loved this, and started moving my lips up and down over you rapidly, swirling my tongue around in my mouth all over you at the same time. You were going crazy. Your hips started to thrust up to meet my hot wet strokes, and the fact that you were fucking my mouth like a madman made my cunt start to flutter and contract inside from the thrill. I could already smell your come starting to build up through your skin and this always made me lose control...I tightened my whole mouth around you as I felt you grow in my mouth and then the first spurt of your hot come hit my throat....I gulped and swallowed and sucked as hard as I could, not wanting to miss a single drop of my favorite treat. 

When you were through shooting the biggest load I had ever swallowed, I slowly released you from my mouth, flicking my tongue around you every so often to watch your whole body jerk and quiver under my touch...I had learned that you were very sensitive right after and I loved to watch you do this (grin).

Wasting no time, you switched places with me, seating me on the edge of the tub as you kneeled down in front of me. The heat from the water must have taken care of any cramps in your legs, as you immediately went to work on my aching cunt. The orgasm I had earlier was long forgotten and I was hornier than ever. You began fucking me with those fingers so hard I thought I was going to be torn to pieces and I loved every minute of it...this was something I could never achieve myself, something that only you could do for me. Then you leaned down and started tonguing my clit hard and fast, making my fantasy a reality...I came almost immediately, but you didn’t let up for a second, watching me twitch and jump around...ok, so I had it coming! 

I don’t know how many times I came all over your face before you finally pulled away. When you removed your fingers from me, I reached down and took your hand, pulling it to my mouth, and as I took your cock in one hand, already half-hard again, I slowly sucked all of my juices off of your fingers. Seeing this must have drove you crazy, since you grew once again to that monster-sized hard-on in my hand. I said nothing, just smiled, and continued to suck your fingers clean. Then I leaned up and kissed you hard, wanting all of my come from there, too...

Now we both had only one thing on our minds...the main course. Without a word, you turned me around to face the back of the tub on my hands and knees. You started sliding the head of your dick up and down my slit from my clit all the way up over my ass and then back down again. I started wriggling around in front of you, moaning and groaning from this torture...I needed that big dick inside of me and I needed it now! You kept this up until I finally yelled “Please! Fuck me now!”, finally breaking our silent ritual. That was enough for you, and you slammed it all the way in with one hard stroke. You fucked me hard and fast, driving me insane. I came hard and fast all over you, and you could see my come running down over your balls as I screamed out how good you felt. 

I was moving with you now, slamming back against you as hard as I could, meeting your every thrust. You felt my cunt contract all around you as I came over and over and sent you right over the edge. You pulled out of me and I felt you start to squirt your second load of the night all over my ass. I wasn’t about to waste it, so I hurried up and turned around and tried to catch as much of it as I could with my mouth as you shot the rest of it all over my face...I leaned over and sucked you clean, savoring the taste of our come. We climbed out of the tub, dried each other off, and lied down in the bed to rest for a few minutes before you had to leave.....

I woke up in my bed, naked and under the covers, the morning sun shining in my face, my head throbbing from the wine I had the night before. “How did I get in here?” I wondered. As I slowly got out of bed and reached for my robe, I remembered going to take a bath and suddenly the evening before came rushing back to me. I walked downstairs to the kitchen, noticing I was very sore. I laughed at myself, thinking that I must have gotten a little wild fantasizing in the tub, and vowed to never get that drunk and stoned again before masturbating...after all, that had to be what happened....right?

That’s when I noticed the paper hanging from the inside front doorknob. All that was written on it was “Maintenance was here...”



Emergency Repair



Ever since I moved into my house, I've become painfully aware of how little skill I have in home repair and maintenance. As a result, I've developed a wonderful fantasy that has taken many twists and turns over the years. It is a frequently recurring fantasy over which that I have spent much time daydreaming, and night dreaming too about each arousing detail. 

I moved into my house a few years ago. It's not very big, but it's mine and located in a great neighborhood. I have a nice kitchen, with a little utility area off to the side for my washer and dryer. Prior to living in this house, I always had to go out to the Laundromat to wash and dry my clothes. What a pain. The house also has a nice den and living area with a cozy fireplace. Oh, how I love my fireplace. 

In my fantasy, I am off from work, doing my housework, cleaning the house, and washing clothes so that I can go out later in the evening shopping. I put another load in the washer, turn it on, but it does not work. It turns on, but the thing that whirls around in the middle will not turn. 

I really need to get my clothes washed or I cannot go out later. So I look in the phone book for a repair man. I find one that looks like it's the one and phone him. I try to explain my problem and he says he's not busy at the moment and he'll be right out. 

When I am home during the day, I usually run around the house in a pair of sweat pants and Tee shirt with no bra. It is so comfortable, but it's easy to tell I'm braless the way the thin cotton covers my breasts. That's the way I'm dressed when I call the repairman and I do not think anything about it. But, I decide to fix my hair a bit and put on a little makeup before the repairman arrives. I like to look a little presentable to strange company. 

I am just finishing with my makeup when there is a knock at the door. I open the door and there is this gorgeous man standing there with his toolbox and a big smile. He looks like he is about 40, tall, well built, with dark hair and the prettiest blue eyes you have ever seen. 

I am standing in the doorway just staring at him. 

"Hi, I'm Steve. You called about a problem with your washer." He says by way of introduction. I just keep staring, he's so gorgeous. 

"Uh, can I come in?' He finally asks.

"Oh, uh, yeah ... sorry ..." 

I show him in and lead him to the utility room where the washer is located. As I am explaining the problem to him, I notice that he keeps cutting his eyes toward me, no doubt admiring my braless breasts. I suppose it doesn't help that my nipples are really hard and showing through the thin cotton of my T shirt. 

Steve tells me that he will check the washer and let me know what the problem is as soon as he figures out what's wrong. I go about doing other things around the house. 

After about an hour I decide I'll go and check on my handsome repairman. As I turn and walk into the room, I notice that he is standing there examining a pair of my thong panties and adjusting himself in his jeans. He seems to be mesmerized by my panties and does not hear me come in. 

"How's it going? Find the problem yet?" I say; clearly, my voice startles him. 

He turns toward me looking flustered.

"Uh, yes ... I did find it." He says, slightly stammering like he's a little embarrassed. "It seems a pair of your underwear got jammed under the agitator so tightly that it would not turn." He holds up the panties for me to see.

"When I removed these, it started working just fine."

I notice that he has a nice big bulge in his jeans which he is trying desperately to cover up. His face is flushed red with embarrassed. He hands me the panties trying to be very professional. 

I want to have a little fun with him so I look them over.

"These are my favorite thong panties, I'm so glad they are not torn up. Thank you so much for retrieving them and getting the washer working again." I tell him. "Say, would you like a cup of coffee before you go? It'll only take me a second." I add with a naughty gleam in my eye.

"Oh, yeah, sure ... coffee sounds great." He replies.

I lead him in to the den and ask him to have a seat while I get the coffee. After a few moments, I come into the den and hand him a cup, while holding one for myself. I sit right next to him on the sofa. 

"You know, you really should put your bras and panties in a lingerie bag when you wash them so you don't have this sort of problem again." He tells me.

"Good idea. My mom always used to use a lingerie bag ... I'll have to pick one up next time I go shopping." I say. As I speak, he picks up a clipboard with the bill attached.

"OK - Let's see, there's a minimum $49 service charge for the house call, and one hour of labor at $75, plus sales tax, so the total is ... let me see, uh, $132.68 ... at least there weren't any parts to replace. That can add up real fast, if you know what I mean." He says.

"Holly shit! Oooops, sorry. That much?! I thought it would be like twenty bucks or something." I say incredulously. "I'm sorry but I just don't have that much ... not until pay day next week, anyway."

I know the guy is going to be furious with me, thinking I'm a deadbeat; which I'm not. But, he surprises me when he speaks.

"Well, Miss, I can tell from that thin little shirt you're wearing that your breasts must be really beautiful; if you'd agree to show them to me, I think we could call it even." He says this with a slightly wicked gleam in his eye.

Knowing that I do not have much choice, I decide it just might be fun, so I pull my shirt over my head, letting my breasts hang freely in front of him. I can tell instantly he really admires them -- mostly because I notice the bulge in his jeans getting bigger. 

"Would you like to touch them?" I ask him in my softest sexiest voice.

He reaches out and cups them in his hands. I can feel the strength in his hands as he begins to squeeze each breast. Looking into my eyes, he sees that I clearly do not want him to stop. He rolls my nipples between his fingers and I let out a soft moan of approval.

Leaning down he begins kissing the soft flesh of my breast and then licks and sucks my nipple firmly between his lips. 

"Ohhhhh Yesss" I squeal.

I feel the tingling of hot desire envelope my body. My breathing is getting deeper and my moans are getting louder as he wets my nipple with his saliva. 

"Why don't you take off your shirt too, baby?" I ask.

He quickly obliges me, unbuttoning it and throwing it on the floor. 

Oh my, I think to myself, his chest is so firm and muscled with a light covering of hair. Just enough for me to start running my fingers through. Running my hands across his chest I feel every contour of his toned muscles. 

I very much love a big strong man. I am getting so turned on as I run my fingers through his hair. All I could think is; I want this man. I want him so bad! 

I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual as he continues to massage and squeeze my breasts. Reaching down I begin to undo his belt and pants. I cannot wait to see the reason for that huge bulge hidden behind the covering of his pants. I finish unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans; then I kneel down in front of him as I pull his pants and underwear down his legs, allowing his beautiful cock to spring free. 

I am not disappointed! His cock is really big and thick as it semi-hangs in front of my face. I keep thinking to myself what an incredible man he is. I take his large tool in my hand and start stroking the length with long slow strokes. 

"Mmmmmm." He moans.

I look up and see him watching me as I softly lick around the head before taking his cock into my mouth. I hold it in my mouth and can feel it getting harder and hotter. I start moving my mouth slowly up and down the length of his shaft; feeling the length fill my mouth and start down my throat. 

At that point, he takes control. I feel him reach out and take my head in his hands; firmly gripping my hair. He starts to move his cock in and out of my mouth. He begins to move faster and faster, fucking my mouth in a very strong and positive rhythm. My eyes are watering with the depth of his thrusts. 

His grunts keep getting deeper and louder. Raising my eyes, I look up at him and see the animal lust possessing him. I want him to cum in my mouth but he has other plans. Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he looks down at me, and pulls me up.

"Damn Miss, you are so hot, lie back on the sofa." He commands.

As I lie back on the sofa, he reaches up and pulls my sweatpants down my legs and off in one quick pull. He spreads my legs and crawls up between them with his head just inches from my wet pussy. Pulling my panties aside, he breathes in and takes in the aroma of my intense arousal. Then he takes a long lick with his tongue from my vagina up to my clit. 

"Oh fuck!" I moan loudly, and I arch my back and scream out my feelings of intense pleasure. 

His tongue is magical. He continues to lick my pussy with long, deep strokes. My pussy is on fire with the heat of my desire. I scream out again as my first orgasm starts taking over my body. His tongue never stops as he takes me to new heights of pleasure. 

At the point at which I think I cannot take any more, he stops; then he pulls me up and turns me around. He bends me over the arm of the sofa and I know that he is going to take me from behind. It doesn't matter, just so long as he takes me! I want him in me so bad. 

He pulls my panties down my legs, and helps me step out of them. Then he spreads my legs wide apart, allowing him unrestricted access to my pussy. He stops for a moment, seemingly to admire my ass as he runs his hands over my cheeks and firmly squeezes them. Spreading the cheeks of my ass with his hands, I feel the head of his cock at my pussy. He starts pushing the head in and then I feel him grip my hips firmly in his hands. He pushes slowly at first. 

"Oh my god, you feel so big." I say breathlessly.

I feel my pussy stretching around his huge cock as he pushes deeper into me. I have never been filled as deeply as I take his entire length. One last thrust has him all the way in me. He begins fucking me with long hard deep thrusts, gripping my hips firmly. He pumps in and out of me, grunting every time his hips slap against my ass. He fucks me really hard for several blissful minutes, slowing down occasionally to regain his rhythm. 

My mind is spinning with the pure lust of my sexual passion. I am lost in sexual bliss as he comes closer to a climax. With one final deep thrust, he pulls out.

"Ah fuck! I'm cumming!" He yells. 

The first glob of his hot gooey cum lands between my shoulder blades; and then the thick white stuff runs down my back. He covers the small of my back with more hot cum and my ass with the rest of his steamy cream. He rubs his cock, still wet with my juices, up and down in the crack of my ass as he regains his composure. 

As his breathing returns to normal, he is using his cock to rub his cum into my ass. 

"Damn, Miss, you are incredible."

Without saying a word, I look back at him and smile in lustful delight. 

As we get dressed, he tells me my debt is now 'paid in full' and he gives me his card and tells me that if I ever need him again, to just give him a call. Leaning over, he kisses me on the cheek. He picks up his tool box, winks at me, and then walks out the door. 

"Mmmmmmm," I do love a strong, handsome man. 

My handsome repairman comes back to my house many times; repairing the kitchen sink, the dryer, my bathroom sink, a light in my bedroom, the water heater (a girl has to have hot water for her bath). wink, wink.



Emergency Room Treatment



Liz walked into the hospital room at the end of the hall with a tray full of equipment for treating lacerations. It was a quiet night at the hospital emergency room. The only patient was the man she was going to treat, a guy who had been hurt in a motorcycle accident. The attending had conked out on a cot while the admitting nurse dozed.

The ward was empty except for her patient, the result of a recent quarantine. Most of the rooms had been cleared, but two rooms across the hall from her patient still had the signs up. She entered and saw the man sitting up in bed. He was a really big guy, with a beer belly that stretched out his tee-shirt displaying a skull with snake entwined around it and the name "Cursed Crusaders." His head was shaved and tattoos lined his arms. His ears and nose were pierced with nasty looking spikes. His arms and shoulders bulged with muscles. His goatee and moustache and upturned nosed reminded her of a pig. 

Liz set the tray down next to the bed and pulled the chart from the end of the bed. "Mr. ... Jones? Jeff Jones?" she said.

"That's what it says," he drawled.

"I'm going to suture the cuts on your arm and then you can be on your way, okay?" She felt uncomfortable as he stared with obvious lust at her full figure. Liz was about five foot eight inches, with D-cup sized breasts and a round ass. Her scrubs did little to disguise her figure and her face was pretty too, with long Irish red hair tied in a pony-tail and freckles on her broad cheeks. 

Liz was nervous being alone in the room with this guy. Since the hospital had some budget problems, they had reduced security at night. One security guard patrolled at night, but Lenny, the guard on duty tonight often took long naps in empty rooms. She had not seen him pass for more than an hour, a good indication he was sleeping on the job again.

"I don't suppose you have anything for the pain," Jeff said, smirking slightly.

"I can get you some aspirin," Liz said dryly and tenderly pulled the gauze pad he had been holding to his forearm. She wiped the wound with sterilizer. Jeff winced but otherwise took the procedure stoically. She threaded a needle and began to suture the gash on his forearm. 

Just then, Liz heard footsteps. They sounded more solid than the soft shoes worn by the medical staff. Maybe security, Liz thought hopefully. 

"There you is!" a man's voice said from the open door. Liz turned to see another biker. 

"Bender!" Jeff said, "Come in and meet ..." he glanced at Liz's ID card, "Elizabeth O'Neil, my angel of mercy." Bender was built like a football linebacker, with long brown hair and a handsome face. He wore a bandana over his head and had the usual biker clothes. 

Liz had to keep her hands at the wound, but she turned her head and said, "There's no visiting patients at night. You'll have to wait in the lobby."

Bender caught a wink from Jeff and nodded slyly. "Oh, sorry. Just wanted to check on my friend here. I'll see ya!" He left and Liz sighed to herself with relief. She concentrated on closing the wound and was almost through when she heard the door close. She turned and saw Bender back in the room. His hands were behind his back as he approached. "They said it was all right for me to visit," he said softly. 

Liz looked at him leerily. "I'll be done in a moment." She returned her attention to the last stitch and when she tied it off, she said, "That's it, Mr. Jones."

Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth, forcing a wad of gauze into her mouth as she opened it to scream. An arm wrapped around her right side, pinning her arm to her side and pulling her into Bender's chest. Liz tried to thrash with her legs and free arm, but Bender just pulled her to the middle of the room where she could not grab anything and waited while Jeff got out of bed and restrained her free arm. Avoiding a kick, he gripped her in a bear hug from the front that rendered her helpless, freeing Bender's hands to secure the wad of gauze with white tape.

"Relax, Elizabeth," Bender said, as she continued to struggle against Jeff's iron grip. "I put those quarantine signs on the door, so I don't think we'll be disturbed."

Bender got a grip on Liz's wrists and twisted her arms behind her back as Jeff released her arms and shifted down to wrap around her thighs. He pushed his face into her crotch and made noises like he was slurping up food. Then they moved her over to the bed and laid her on her back crossways, so her lower legs dangled over one edge and her head was just over the other side. Jeff jumped onto the bed and sat so her thighs were trapped under his massive frame, his ass resting just above her knees. Bender pressed down on her broad shoulders so her arms were pinned under her back. 

"All right, baby. We're really going to operate," Jeff said, grinning evilly down at the helpless nurse. "Scalpel," he said to Bender. Liz's eyes widened in fear as the gleaming blade was handed to the biker from her tray of equipment. 

Jeff used her fear and turned the sharp blade back and forth in front of her face. Then he pulled her top at the V-shaped neckline, catching a glimpse of her heaving breasts as he began to cut the front from neckline to bottom. He opened the scrubs' top, revealing her large breasts covered by a sturdy bra.

"What do you think, Doctor?" Jeff said, mockingly serious, tugging gently at one of the straps of the bra.

"I think you're going to have to remove it to get to the tissue below. Think you can handle it?"

"The bra or the tissue below?" Jeff laughed. He sliced up through the bra strap and then through the other. He tugged at the top of the bra cups, pulling them down until he could see the top of her pink nipples. As the cool air hit them, they grew hard.

"I recommend an incision right there, between the two large swollen portions," Bender said.

Jeff cut down through the elastic joining the cups. The material snapped to the side, revealing her firm breasts in full glory. The knife nicked her skin between here breasts, causing a bead of blood to form. 

Jeff handed the scalpel back to Bender who put it in the breasts pocket of his jean jacket. Jeff placed his massive hands on Liz's breasts and began to squeeze. He pressed down and lifted up and tugged on her nipples. Liz closed her eyes and murmured into her gag.

"Let's roll her over," Jeff said and he shifted his weight so they could turn Liz onto her stomach. Jeff pulled the remains of her top and bra off her arms as Bender kept her in place. 

Jeff held out his hand and Bender set a knee on Liz's left forearm to hold it down while he handed Jeff the scalpel. Liz felt the tip of the scalpel graze her back just above her ass crack as Jeff cut the bottoms of her scrubs down to the base of her ass. Then he pulled the scrubs off and cut through her white cotton panties. Jeff marveled at Liz's plump round ass and her strong, well-toned thighs. 

Liz was more scared than ever and she tried to struggle free as she felt Jeff run his hands over her ass.

"She's going to have to be restrained," Bender said matter-of-factly and positioned Liz's arms so her wrists were behind her back and next to her elbows. Jeff took more white tape and wrapped it around and around her forearms, pinning them securely together. 

They flipped Liz on her back again and Jeff spread her legs. "Time for the pelvic exam," he said as he began to lick her pussy. He wrapped his powerful arms under her thighs and over her hips so he could hold her still and spread her pussy lips with his hands, while he licked her clit and cunt. 

Meanwhile, Bender dropped his pants and briefs and stroked hard cock where Liz could not help but see it. Her eyes widened at the size of it. "Time to take your temperature, sweetheart," he said and pulled the gag off with a vicious tug that left Liz's face stinging. "Just don't scream or bite or I'll have to make an incision," Bender said, holding the scalpel to her neck and dangling his cock over her mouth. 

Liz already felt horribly violated at being stripped naked and having her cunt slurped and sucked on. Now she resigned herself to opening her mouth so Bender could slide his long dick into it. He was not aggressive. He motivated her to suck and lick it by scrapping the blade of the scalpel along her neck and cheek. Liz tried to please him, as her face burned with embarrassment.

Jeff paused from his muff diving to ask, "How's her temperature?"

"Hot!" Bender said gleefully.

"I think it's time for me to go in," Jeff said, and Liz heard the sound of a zipper coming down and dungarees sliding down to the floor. 

"Do you think it wise to use the ten inch probe?" Bender asked.

"It's the only way," Jeff said and Liz felt the hot tip of Jeff's cock at her cunt lips. Then it was driving viciously into her. She tried to scream, but the cock in her mouth muffled it to a dull moan. Jeff took hold of her breasts like they were heads of lettuce he was trying to uproot and pumped his cock in and out of her tight snatch.

The men got quiet as they concentrated on raping the young nurse. Jeff got more and more enthusiastic as his cock began to feel more and more happy. Then his hands squeezed into her tits like vices and Liz felt him stiffen and drive his cock the all the way in, followed by the warmth of his cum squirting deep in her body. 

Jeff pulled out and wiped his cock on the soft hair of Liz's bush. Bender pulled out of her mouth and said, "I'm not getting a good reading here. I think we'll need to get a rectal reading."

They stuffed some gauze in Liz's mouth and wrapped an ace bandage around her face and then set about repositioning her. They cut the tape from her arms and took her over to another bed in the room, one with a frame over-arching the bed with pulleys for keeping patients in traction. It also had arm restraints. They put her on the bed, cut the tape binding her wrists, and secured her arms in the restraints, keeping them by her sides. Then the spread her legs and attached them to the cables at the base of the bed, adding weights until they were held up and widely spread, exposing her asshole. 

Bender took off his pants and boots and climbed on the bed between her legs, stroking his nine-inch cock. "Doctor," he said to Jeff. "I'll need some lubrication here."

Jeff fished in a supply closet and came out with a container of petroleum jelly. Bender put on some rubber gloves and applied generous amounts to Liz's upraised ass. Then he penetrated her ass hole with an index finger and spread the lubricant along the inner reaches. 

While he was doing that, Jeff took off his pants and boots and shirt and positioned himself straddling Liz's stomach, his cock laying between her breasts that sloped to the sides under their considerable weight. There was still a glaze of his cum on his limp cock. Jeff undid the gag, brandishing the scalpel to emphasize the consequences of any screams or biting. 

"Clean me up, nurse," he ordered and shifted his body forward so his cock was at her lips. Helpless, Liz complied. She leaned her head forward and used her lips and tongue to get the head of Jeff's cock into her mouth. Then she sucked and slurped on it until she had most of it in her mouth. 

Bender had his index finger wiggling around in her ass, with another three fingers in her cunt. Then he withdrew and positioned his hard cock at her asshole. "I'm going to open her up," Bender said. 

Jeff pulled his cock out and waited while Bender began to force his way into Liz's exposed and slicked asshole. She moaned as the pain flared and Bender drove his cock deeper and deeper. When he was in, he pulled out most of the way, slapped some more jelly on his shaft and drove it back in.

Liz's taut thigh muscles rippled with the effort to resist her violation, but to no avail. Jeff's cock was hardening again and he put it back in her mouth and made her suck on it until it was back to full ten inches. Then he set it between her breasts and squeezed them up and around his cock so he could tit-fuck her. The bed rocked back and forth as the two huge men raped the helpless nurse. 

Jeff pulled some clamps from his jacket pocket which he had retrieved while they were setting her up in new bed. He clicked the gleaming stainless steel devices in front of Liz and then positioned the clamp over one of her erect nipples. Tears trickled down her freckled cheeks as she anticipated the pain. Then it came as the clamp squeezed closed and he locked it in place. Then he did the same to her other nipple. She wanted to scream, but had enough control to keep quiet, fearing the knife more than the pain. 

Jeff pushed her tits back around his cock and continued pumping between her huge tits, enjoying their warmth. Jeff also enjoyed the pain he could clearly read on her face. Her ass was getting reamed harder by Bender now, as he was getting close. 

Liz felt Bender shudder and then his hot sperm splashed into her bowels. He pulled out with a slight pop and sighed with pleasure. He slapped her ass a few times and enjoyed watching her legs twitch. 

Jeff grunted as his cock erupted cum that splashed against Liz's face and throat. He slapped her face a few times, just for the sadistic fun of it. Liz felt horrible as the two men began to get dressed. She prayed they would release her before they left, or at least not hurt her any more. 

She could hear them rummaging through the supply closet and gathering things by her bed. They first tied some suture thread to the clamps and looped them over the bars running over the top of the bed, attaching some weights to them to pulled her nipples up, adding to the pain. They stuffed her mouth full of gauze and taped it shut.

They pinched her ass cheeks as they left. "Thanks for the TLC," Jeff said. 

"Enjoy the night," Bender said, fishing in her scrubs for her keys. They made as stop a the drug closet and made off with some drugs. They walked out a side exit and were gone. 

When she felt sure they were gone, Liz tried to scream, but the most she could manage was a kind of loud humming sound. She struggled against the restraints but they held her tightly. The motion only caused the weights on the strings to swing and this tugged on her tender nipples, so she tried to lie still and prayed that someone would find her soon.

Unfortunately, someone had already found her, but it was not someone who was interested in rescuing her. Nathan Sparks looked through the two-way mirror from the room next door and enjoyed the sight of Nurse O'Neil naked and helpless. He was a shiftless intern who had been nothing but trouble, and some of the trouble he had gotten into was because Liz reported his slipshod work and his shirking responsibilities.

He had been taking a nap in the room across the hall from the biker and awoke when they started to rape her. He slipped into the room next door where he could look through the observation mirror sometimes used on patients with psych problems. He got an immediate erection and started to jack off as he watched Liz getting raped. As he was about to come, he got an idea and grabbed half-liter beaker and used it to catch his cum. When they tied her to the traction bed, he got hard again and jacked off again, catching more cum in the beaker. 

Once the men had left, he rummaged through some supply closets and visited the raided medicine vault for a few pills. He double checked that the rest of the staff was taking naps or reading and then returned and slipped the door open and entered the room where Liz was tied up. 

Liz heard the door open and was both relieved and embarrassed that anyone would see her like this. Then she saw Dr. Sparks and her stomach turned. He had an evil look in his eye and she became concerned.

"You know," he began in a smug tone, his hands in his coat pockets, "I'll have to report you for laying down on the job. Or should I say getting laid on the job. How much did those biker's pay you?"

Liz could not respond except to make more humming sounds into the gag. 

Sparks looked at her naked body with obvious pleasure. He had longed to see Nurse O'Neil's sexy body. He had even tried to set up a video camera in the nurse's changing room, but the lighting was not right and he gave up. Now he could see her breasts, stretched upward by the clamps. He strolled to the end of the bed and looked at her pussy and asshole, both dripping cum.

He came back around to the head of the bed. He reached out and stroked the breast nearest him, tugged at the clamp, which made Liz squeal slightly. "I thought you might be thirsty after your exertion," he said as he held up the beaker with his cum. He yanked the tape off her mouth, fished the gauze out, but before she could scream, he re-applied the tape. Then he took a scalpel and cut a small hole in the tape and inserted a funnel into the hole, forcing the end past her lips. Liz struggled with rage against her restraints but that only made him laugh. He found a clamp, one with a wide end and clamped her nose shut. 

Liz panicked. She had to suck air through the funnel and breath it back out. Sparks swirled the beaker where she could see what it was and she realized what he was going to do. She shook her head, her eyes pleading for mercy, but he ignored her and poured the cum into the funnel, letting it dribble a little at a time down the sides and into her mouth. Liz frowned in disgust as the sour jism dripped onto her tongue. 

Soon she had a large mouthful of cum. She could not keep it from pooling at the back of her throat and that meant she could not breath until she swallowed it. She tried to force it back up the funnel, but could not manage that. She set her stomach and swallowed the thick liquid as quickly as she could and tears dripped down her face. 

Next Sparks had a flask of what looked like whisky or vodka out. He dropped a pill into the flask, making sure Liz saw what he was doing. Then he poured the liquid into the funnel. She felt it burn as the strong liquor filled her mouth. She was afraid to swallow, not sure what the pill was, but she had to breath so she choked down the alcohol, which tasted like whisky. Sparks kept pouring more in until she had downed the equivalent of about five shots. She felt sick as the cum and liquor swirled in her stomach. 

Sparks laughed as she moaned through the gag. He removed the clamp and the funnel, but left the gag on. Then he removed the clamps from her tits, causing her even more pain. He enjoyed watching her react and then untied her feet. Liz wondered if she was going to be set free, but he only fixed her ankles in the restraint straps at the sides of the foot of the bed, forcing her legs apart, as if delivering a baby.

He used the sheet to wipe the cum the bikers had left on her tits and stomach and then got undressed. Liz moaned her protests but knew she was in for more abuse. Sparks was a small man, with an unimpressive physique. He had an erection, but it was not very big. She was relieved at that. Still it was repulsive as she climbed on top of her and began to enjoy rubbing his body against hers, squeezing her tits and sucking on them. 

Finally, he could wait no longer and he set his erect cock at her pussy and pumped his hips forward, making Liz's body heave toward the head of the bed until the restraints stopped her and he withdrew to stab into her again. Having already come twice, it took him a long time and still he did not come. Finally, he set the funnel back in her gag and clamped her nose shut again and straddled her chest and began to jerk his cock with the head just above the funnel. He moaned disgustingly as he moved himself to orgasm.

Liz watched in despair as the globs of hot cum began to ooze out of his cock and spill down into funnel and into her mouth. She had to swallow it all, except for the last jolt, which he aimed at her face and let it splat on the bridge of her nose and dribble down her cheeks. 




Emergency Room Treatment



Liz prayed he would let her go. She was feeling the effects of the alcohol and perhaps the pill as well. She had trouble staying focused and feared she would pass out. She did not trust Sparks and struggled to stay awake. He was not done with her yet, however. 

He picked up a small device he had brought into the room with him. It was used by massage therapists, a vibrator with a suction cup shaped attachment about the size of a quarter. He plugged it in and it hummed as it began to vibrate the attachment. Nathan took some rubber tubing and wrapped it tightly around the base of each of Liz's breasts, forcing them to bulge out like balloons and making moan with pain. Then he applied the vibrator to her sensitive nipples. She writhed with the tingling sensation, which tickled and made her breasts feel even warmer. 

Next he directed the vibrator to her clit and cunt. She wriggled her ass reflexively as the vibrator tingled her joy button. She hated him, but the sensations were too much to resist and she felt herself moving toward an orgasm. Then she felt Nathan's index finger drive into her tender ass hole and begin to wiggle around. He leaned over one of her swollen tits and bit the nipples gently. It was too much for her and she felt herself coming. Her body looked as if an earthquake were rocking under her, her shoulders arching and her as wiggling. 

That was the last thing she experienced. He had put a roofer pill in the alcohol and it now took effect, leaving her unconscious and wiping out her memory of Nathan. He took out a digital camera and snapped pictures of the voluptuous woman naked and bound to the bed. He removed all evidence of his presence, and slipped out and went about his duties for the rest of the evening, asking the others if they had seen Nurse O'Neil. He left as the morning shift came on, reporting that O'Neil had apparently left early.

It was not until the middle of the day that Liz was discovered as the crew came in to disinfect the quarantined room. Liz could not remember what had happened. They assumed the biker had raped her and they never knew about Sparks. They never found the bikers and Liz was treated for her injuries and given a month off. Sparks was still working there when she returned and she wondered why he smirked every time he saw her. Eventually, he was caught stealing drugs and ended up in prison where some bikers raped him. Sometimes there is justice.



Emergency Services



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not.

*****

Megan and I were more acquaintances than friends. We lived a few blocks from each other but really only knew each other because we both rode the light rail to and from work. We didn't always catch it at the same time but, when we did, we would usually ride together. We'd never reached the point of hanging out aside from during our commute though we had exchanged contact information and would occasionally text each other. I'd say that there was occasional flirting and I always kind of figured that, if the right circumstances ever presented themselves, things could potentially happen between us. She was not bad looking; blonde with some curves. I'd definitely thought about how she'd look naked.

When her name came up as my phone was ringing late one Saturday night, my first thought was that maybe this was my opportunity. Unfortunately, when I answered, she sounded frantic.

"I didn't know who else to call," she said, breathlessly, "My friend, Rena, cut her foot and we've been drinking and it's bleeding and I'm not sure I can handle this."

"You could call 911," I suggested, "They'll definitely send somebody equipped to handle this sort of thing."

"She doesn't have any insurance, though," Megan replied, "Do you think you could come over and take a look at it and, if you think it is bad enough, maybe you could help me get her to the hospital?"

"Okay, sure, I'll be right over," I said, definitely thinking with my dick. Gratitude translating to sex had absolutely crossed my mind. I grabbed the first aid kit that I kept in my hydration backpack for hiking, checked that it had gauze, medical tape and butterfly closures, among many other things, and headed out the door. It was less than ten minutes after I hung up that I was ringing her doorbell.

"Oh thank God," she said, as she let me in.

"Hi," her friend said, "sorry about this."

She was sitting on the floor with bloody paper towels pressed against the bottom of her foot. I noted two things immediately, neither of which had to do with her injury. The first thing was that she was definitely not hard on the eyes; she was an ebony cutie with just the right amount of curves like Megan. The second thing was that she was swaying a bit as she sat there. There were a lot of bloody paper towels around but I had a pretty good idea why.

"Okay, let me take a look at that," I said, sitting near her on the floor as Megan hovered. I pulled the paper towel wad away and took a look. "So tell me what happened."

"There's a broken tile in my bathroom," Megan answered, "I keep meaning to do something about it."

"I guess I just caught it right as I was leaving the bathroom," her friend replied, "My name's Rena, by the way."

I introduced myself and shook her hand.

"It doesn't actually look too bad," I said, "I think the bleeding may have stopped but we should get it cleaned up and confirm that. Why don't Megan and I help you back to the bathroom so we can clean it up in the tub."

I had her sit on the edge of the tub with Megan supporting her as I washed her foot and found that, not only had the bleeding finally stopped, but the cut actually wasn't that bad at all. I got it dried off, put some antibiotic ointment on it then wrapped it well with gauze in case the bleeding started again. By the time I was done, Rena appeared to be on the verge of dozing off while Megan still seemed pretty wired by the whole experience. We got Rena standing again and Megan suggested we put her to bed so she led us to her bedroom. For somebody who lived alone, she had a very large bed, which I suspected I'd be picturing in future fantasies about her being naked. I didn't know if my chances of seeing her naked were shot or not because she'd seemed like she might still be a bit too freaked out to be horny. Back out in her living room, she cleaned up the paper towels then I helped her clean up the blood. Fortunately, she had hardwood floors rather than wall-to-wall carpet.

"Why did it bleed so much?" she asked as she scrubbed a dried spot.

"I'd guess it was because you guys were drinking," I replied, "I think alcohol thins the blood and makes it more difficult to clot."

"Oh, that makes sense," she said, "Rena definitely drank more than I did since I was driving."

Once everything was cleaned up and we'd both washed our hands thoroughly, we were back in the living room and I was thinking that I either needed to make a move or head for the door. I got the sense that she was not too impaired to consent, if she was interested, and that this could be the opportunity that I'd been hoping for. Before I stepped up, though, she took things into her own hands.

"I can't possibly thank you enough for coming over and taking care of Rena," she said, throwing her arms around me and hugging me. I hugged her back, feeling the blood moving toward my cock as I held her body against mine. We stood there like that for long enough that it could have gotten awkward if we weren't obviously on the same page. Finally, we pulled our heads apart just enough to look into each other's eyes for a moment before we started kissing. My cock definitely started growing stiff at that point and I'm sure she must have felt it. If she didn't initially, when I dropped my hands to her ass and pulled her against it, I'm sure she couldn't have missed it. Our tongues slipped into each other's mouths and we made out passionately as I caressed and squeezed her ass.

"I'm horny," she finally whispered into my ear as we briefly came up for air.

"I'm pretty sure I can help with that, too," I replied, kissing her again.

"Am I asking too much?" she asked, between kisses, "Am I taking advantage of you?"

"I'll tell you what," I said, "I'm really interested in seeing you naked. You want to thank me for my help with Rena? Let me see that. As far as you being horny? I'll throw in helping you resolve that as a freebie."

"You're so generous," she said with a smile. She guided me backwards toward the couch then pushed me so that I ended up sitting on it. She was wearing a fairly snug dress that came down just above her knees. She reached for the hem as she started subtly gyrating to unheard music. She worked the hem slowly upward, revealing more and more of her thighs. My cock was growing even harder, especially when her panties came into view. Holding the hem around her waist, she turned to show me the thin strip of material running up between her ass cheeks, bending forward slightly. I knew she was wearing a thong from when I'd had my hands on her ass but it was sure nice to see it and her nearly bare ass. When she was facing me again, she started rubbing the front of her panties.

"Ooh, that's not helping the situation," she said with a laugh and took her hand away from her panties and started raising the hem of her dress up even higher. Her stomach was exposed, followed by a bra that matched her thong panties. Her head disappeared briefly within the dress then it was completely off and she stood before me in just matching bra and thong panties as it dropped to the floor. My cock was ready to rip through my jeans as I stared at her body so, in order to entice her to kick it in and get completely naked, I opened my jeans and pushed them and my underwear down enough so that it sprung out. Her eyes went wide and she immediately reached back to unfasten her bra. She let it slide down her arms, revealing her above-average sized breasts with big, light pink areolas and hard nipples. I watched them swinging as she leaned forward, sliding her panties down, then my attention was on her dark blonde landing strip as she kicked her panties aside.

I went ahead and pushed my jeans and underwear completely down then kicked them away as she approached me. Before she straddled me on the couch, I took my shirt off, too, so that I was as naked as she was. I was absorbing every detail of her naked body as she got closer and it was everything I'd hoped it would be. She braced herself on the back of the couch as she planted a knee on each side of me while I guided my cock toward her approaching pussy. Once I had the head between her lips, she lowered herself down onto my cock and we both moaned. She was incredibly hot and wet, and fairly snug as well, so the feeling of her pussy sliding down my throbbing cock was outstanding. My hands moved initially to her waist as she started to slowly ride my cock but, about the time she brought her lips to mine and we started to make out again, my hands moved up to caress the soft, smooth flesh of her tits. I left it to her to control the pace as I enjoyed the feel of her tits in my hands and her tongue in my mouth. 

It didn't take long before she got a good rhythm going and started to move up and down on my cock more quickly. I knew I'd be happy with whatever pace she set and, based on how hot and wet her pussy had been combined with her declaration about being horny, I suspected that it wouldn't take much before she was cumming. I don't believe that my cock could have been any harder, which may have been helping her along. I'd thought about kissing her, fucking her and seeing her naked plenty of times but, to have all three finally occurring had me about as fired up as I could be. I didn't feel like I was in any immediate danger of cumming, more because of exactly how she was humping my cock than the fact that she actually was humping it. Not that it didn't feel absolutely outstanding but it just so happened that it was working for me that I was able to enjoy her riding my cock without immediately blowing my load into her. Maybe the sexual chemistry was just that good.

She was bouncing up and down harder and faster the closer she got to cumming and we ended up having to stop making out because it became too difficult. With a bit of space between us, I was able to admire her bouncing tits so I moved my hands around to caress her round ass. My attention remained on her tits even when she slowed down dramatically just prior to starting to shake as she came. She moaned loud enough that Rena would have heard if she wasn't passed out, despite being in the bedroom with the door closed. Her orgasm appeared to be pretty intense and went on long enough that I was able to relax a bit, knowing that I'd successfully satisfied her. I knew that it wasn't entirely to my credit that she was having such an apparently powerful orgasm but I also was pretty sure that she would give me most of the credit which likely meant a return invitation. I would be really happy for the opportunity to fuck her, and see her naked, on a regular basis.

Once she'd finished cumming, she sat still on my lap, my cock still embedded in her as she caught her breath. I went back to caressing her tits, brushing my hands over her hard nipples, while I waited for her to recover. When she finally kissed me again, I started turning her to the side and managed to position myself on top of her without slipping out of her hot pussy. We continued making out as I started to slowly fuck her again, sliding the full length of my cock slowly in and out of her. She was raising her hips to accept my thrusting, our bodies moving in complete synchronicity. I think her pussy was even hotter and wetter since she'd cum, which I wouldn't have even thought possible when I first slipped into her. I was glad she'd already cum, though, because it felt so incredible that I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer.

I was supporting myself on my forearms so that I didn't squash her but I kept my body close enough to hers to feel her bare skin against mine. Even before I was fucking her harder and faster, I could feel a thin sheen of sweat developing between us. As hot and wet as it was becoming between us, it still couldn't compare to how hot and wet her pussy was. I was still a little bit shocked that I was actually fucking her though I was incredibly grateful that I'd been able to make her cum before I did. It was kind of funny because I couldn't remember the last time I'd had missionary sex on a couch like this and it made me think about when I was younger and didn't have my own place or date girls who had their own place. It felt kind of like being in somebody's parents' house, although without the chance of anyone walking in on us. I think all of my recent couch fucking had been as we'd started - upright - so this was a nice change of pace. Of course, back in the day, we'd both still have had most of our clothes still on.

I'd probably already lasted longer than I would have back in the day, too, but I was getting close and relishing the pleasure I was feeling. I am quite certain that what happened next never happened on anyone's parents' couch and it made me quite happy to be beyond that stage in my sex life. I would have been quite content to continue fucking until I blew my load but Megan had a request that I could not deny.

"Can I finish you with my mouth?" she asked, pulling her mouth from mine "I want to suck your cock."

"Of course," I replied and raised myself up off of her. She moved off of the couch onto the floor as I sat, kneeling before me as I thought about how incredibly lucky I was to have this sexy, naked blonde ready to suck my cock and swallow my load. I leaned back as she gripped the base of my tool and lowered her head, engulfing it in her hot mouth. I moaned as she inhaled my cock and started moving her lips up and down my shaft while pumping the base. While she was enthusiastic, she was not blowing me hard and fast; she was demonstrating skill by setting a pace that was providing a high level of pleasure. I'd been pretty close to spewing right before we'd switched things up but she still managed to draw out the pleasure I was feeling even longer without making it feel like I was being denied an orgasm. I also got the sense that she was enjoying sucking my cock, though I couldn't imagine that she was enjoying it as much as I was.

My cock started to swell even more as I was on the verge of cumming, but she never hesitated. Even as I started to spew into her mouth while letting out a louder moan, she just swallowed my load and continued to suck my cock. Only once I was completely spent and my cock beginning to soften did she let it fall from her mouth and smile up at me.

"That was outstanding," I said, reaching out to caress her cheek, "This whole experience has been outstanding."

"Well it's been a long time coming," she replied, "in more ways than one."

I leaned down and kissed her then, bracing herself on my knees, she stood before helping me up. We embraced, our naked bodies pressing together, and just stood there for a moment. I was enjoying the feel of her soft, smooth skin against mine but realized that I was a bit tired, which was no surprise given how late it was. I didn't want to get dressed and go home to sleep but I knew that Rena was in her bed, though it had looked big enough to fit all of us. I figured I could probably suck up getting dressed again if it meant falling asleep with Megan in my arms but she had other plans.

"Let's go crawl in bed with Rena," she finally said, "How hilarious will it be when she wakes up and we're both in there with her, naked?"

I had no idea how hilarious it would be since I'd just met Rena, but I was game if she was; anything to be naked with her even longer, especially through the night. We left our clothes where they lay and she led me to her bedroom. Rena was still out cold on one side of the bed so Megan had me climb into the middle so I was between them. We kissed a bit then she slipped into my arms and we were soon asleep.

When I awoke the next morning, which was probably actually just a few hours later, it wasn't because the sun was starting to seep in around the blinds or because I had to pee. I woke from a pretty deep sleep because the pleasure I was feeling was just too much to sleep through. Of course it took a moment to recall where I was but I was much less concerned with that than with who was sucking my cock so well, especially when I realized the Megan was still beside me. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and gazed down to see Rena's lips wrapped around my tool, moving skillfully up and down. I just watched with a smile on my face, wondering if this was another thank you.

"You should ride his cock," Megan said, suddenly breaking the silence and causing Rena to look up, "I'm wet just from watching so I know you're on fire."

"That okay with you?" Rena asked, slipping my cock from her mouth and looking up at me.

"Absolutely," I replied, "as long as you are as naked as we are."

She straightened up on her knees at the foot of the bed and raised her dress up over her head, revealing a matching set of bra and panties just as Megan had been wearing. I barely had time to register this before her bra was sliding down her arms, revealing her full, chocolaty breasts topped with large, dark nipples and areolas. As I goggled at them, she was sliding her panties down, revealing that her pussy was completely smooth. I could already see myself both fucking those titties and eating that smooth pussy. Fucking would be first, however, as she'd quickly shed her panties completely then was moving up to straddle me, her tits bouncing enticingly. As she was guiding my cock toward her smooth pussy, Megan started to get up but my attention remained on her friend. Rena lowered herself onto my cock, causing both of us to moan, but before she started riding it, Megan kissed her and caressed her tits. I could not believe this was the direction things were going but I had no problem with it at all.

Megan turned and moved up to straddle my head, blocking my view of Rena as she was beginning to slowly ride my cock. The view of Megan's dark blonde landing strip was an acceptable substitution, however, and I admired it as she brought it in closer, not having had the benefit of this perspective the previous night. It was a thing of beauty but, as soon as it was close enough, I stopped admiring it and started running my tongue along her slit, tasting the juices that were already flowing quite abundantly. She started moaning along with Rena, whose snug, slippery pussy felt incredible as it moved slowly up and down my shaft. I had Megan's ass in my hands as I lapped at her pussy and, glancing up, I could see her tits looming overhead. I would have been happy just for the opportunity to eat Megan's pussy while admiring her tits this morning so having already had my cock sucked, however briefly, and now having my cock ridden was so much more that calling it a bonus didn't do it justice.

As I moved my tonguing from her slit to her clit, I brought a hand down from Megan's ass so I could slip a finger up into her hot, slippery pussy. She moaned even more as I licked and sucked her clit while fingering her. Meanwhile, Rena was gradually picking up her pace as she continued to ride me and her pussy just kept feeling hotter and wetter. I had no idea whether she was stroking her clit or fondling her bouncing tits but the thought of her doing either was definitely appealing. I suspected that, even after this morning, I'd have ample opportunity to experience every aspect of sex with her. Since Megan lived nearby, I was sure that she and I would see each other more frequently, but it was a pretty good bet that this wouldn't be the only time Rena was involved, too. The question just remained whether Rena and I would see each other without Megan. It would have surprised me if we didn't.




Emergency Services Week Ch. 01







Emergency Services Week Ch. 02



"Aaron you got to check this out, maybe it will help you stop being such a tight ass," chuckled his best friend Ryan.

He growled under his breath, Ryan was always trying to irritate him for some reason; he looked up and said "What is it?"

"Here, have a look," said Ryan pushing forward a slip of paper.

Magic Touch Massage Parlor
Emergency Services Week
All emergency personnel
receive 60% off on all of
our full body massages
and other rates for our less
extensive massages for the full 
length of the week, come in 
and release the stress of your career
ID required to receive
the discount listed above

"Where did you get this from?" asked Aaron.

"The front desk of the massage parlor, after I received the best massage of my life, the masseurs are so good. I had Carrie; she is so good that I still feel ten pounds lighter than normal. It's like they squeeze out all the stress and tension. When was the last time you really relaxed Aaron, seriously?" asked Ryan.

Aaron grumbled under his breath and said, "How much does it cost?"

Ryan chuckled and said, "$60, it's a great deal. You won't regret it buddy. You have to book it fast; the receptionist told me they have only a few spaces available for this week."

Sitting back on the couch in the firehouse's living area, Aaron scrutinized the advertisement and thought, 'Everybody seems to think I'm a tight ass, maybe I do need this,' then said. "Sure, I'll go get the phone,"

He walked into the kitchen, picking up the phone and dialed the number on the leaflet and waited three rings before it picked up.

"Amanda Clearwater, Magic Touch Massage Parlor, how may I help you?" she said through the phone.

"Ah, yes. My name is Aaron Sigher, I'd like to book your full massage offer for emergency services," he said.

"Sure, we do need visual confirmation to approve the discount, so when you come in for your appointment please bring identification. We have on the books Marie at 11am or 2pm on Friday or 3pm with Carrie tomorrow," said Amanda.

"Tomorrow would be good, I don't get off shift until 9am tomorrow," he said.

"Great, we'll see you then," said Amanda, then pleasantly put down the phone. They certainly had big success with their special bonus week; they only had three openings left she thought, as she saved the appointment and continued reading another of her romance novels.

--

"I booked it for tomorrow Ryan; maybe you should give Meghan a call. She'd probably love a professional massage," said Aaron as he slid back into his chair.

"Yeah she would, thanks for the suggestion buddy," said Ryan as he got off his chair and left to call Meghan.

--

Aaron stood outside the massage parlor with its large discount sign advertising outside the building. He took off his sunglasses and slid them into his pants pocket of his station uniform as he strode up to the entrance and pushed the doors open.

He walked up to the counter and said, "I'm Aaron Sigher here for my 3pm appointment,"

"Carrie will be right with you, she's just finishing up with preparations," said Amanda looking up from her computer screen as he showed her his keys to the firehouse. The man was smoking hot she thought, almost drooling at his tan, the subtle mix of blonde and brown in his hair intrigued her and his sharp, piercing blue eyes made her quiver inside. Again she found herself wishing that the hunk in front of her had his clothes fall off.

He grinned at her; the man was sinful as she gazed at him. He walked over to the waiting area and dropped into one of the seats. She pressed a button on the intercom and said, "Carrie your next appointment is here," then she whispered. "And he is so damn hot; the chair he's sitting on should be melting."

Carrie chuckled and said, "I'll be right out there to rescue you Amanda, I'm almost ready, just give me a couple of moments." 

Carrie looked around the room and finished mixing up the new batch of oil. It was going to be especially potent since it was fresh. The fireman waiting out there would have no chance she thought with a grin. She finished re-fitting the sheet over the massage bed and walked out the room. 

Aaron looked around the waiting room with its pale neutral colours, 'Interesting place,' he thought as he shifted uncomfortably in the chair. His back had been hurting lately, but he ignored and blocked out most of the pain. It had just begun to swim over him this morning. Good thing he booked the massage, he mussed as he watched the clock.

But his heart almost stopped as the most heart wrenching beauty stepped out into the lobby, "Aaron? Come right this way and we'll get started," she said with a demure smile that seemed to hold promise.

Aaron shook off the strange feelings of seduction as he followed the goddess down the hall into the massage room. The warm earthy colours in the room seem to make the place warmer than it was as he looked around.

"We do things a little differently around here, so there is no need to be embarrassed about what goes on here. Just relax and let go, that's what you're here for," she said as she tugged his shirt up over his head and gazed at his rock solid chest and abs. She couldn't wait to rub her fingers over those tight muscles as she thought to herself.

'This is so not normal,' Aaron thought as she went for the button on his pants and slid down the zipper, dragging his pants down then tugging off his shoes and socks before pulling his pants off from his ankles. 

"Now if you want to freshen up a bit, there is a shower and sink in the next room," she said pointing to the door at the back of the room.

"I'll be fine, let's get this started," he said as he got up on the bench.

"OK Aaron just put your face into the mask and I'll work on your back and legs," she said, admiring the column of muscles up and down his back and his tight ass shielded by deep red boxers.

He slid onto the table and pressed his face into the mask but as soon as he had his legs positioned, he groaned loudly as her slick fingers dug into his back. Fiery darts of pain lanced through him as he realized how tight he really was, the release of tension was like a simultaneous burst of pleasure and pain at the same time. Pain at the contact, pleasure at the release as she kneaded her fingers and knuckles into his aching back.

She admired the spread of the broad and tall fireman's back muscles as they pulsed and danced under her digging fingers. He was so tight that she could hardly get the pressure right, he must be so wound up she thought as her fingers dug into him. The oil should loosen him up more quickly she thought, splashing more of the warm oil on her hands and with quick, fluid strokes she rubbed the oil over his back in an even pattern before going back to work on loosening his tight back.

The oil was doing something to him, as prickles of pleasure started sprinkling his back as her fingers released the tightly coiled tension in his muscles making him moan from both the pain and pleasure. Then the fire started, streaks of fiery pleasure burned his back making him moan as the stabbing pulses caused by her hands made him want to buck. 

"This will probably take awhile Aaron, you have tension knots harder than steel in some places," she said grunting as she dug her thumbs into the hard, tensely strung muscles of his back.

"Just keep doing that, it feels so good," he groaned into the face mask. Her thumbs dragged burning streaks of pleasure across his back, the pleasure bouncing all throughout his nerves. Using her palms, she dug into his spine and dragged up from the band of his boxers to his neck, forcing him to buck from the sensations.

She stroked both sides of his back with even pressure until she was sure all of the tension was finally out of his muscles. She looked at the clock and saw that it had taken twenty minutes to finish just his back. She might have to push back her other appointments if it took this long for his chest as well, she thought. 

His eyes fluttered as she masterfully burned all the tension out of his back, leaving him feeling like his back was aflame with pleasure as the burn radiated over his skin. He panted and grunted as she started working his arms in a tight, hard, squeezing movement that released large jets of pain and pleasure. His arms began to burn with the same heat as she unlocked all of his tension.

'This man is so tense, but he is going to feel so much better afterwards. Making me work for it is only going to make it better for him in the end,' she thought as she loved the feeling of his muscles quivering while she stroked his fingers, squeezing the tension from his muscles and repeated the same process with his other arm. 

He shuddered as his body jerked when she dragged her fingers roughly all the way down his legs to his feet, leaving streaks of burning pleasure in their wake. The oil was seeping into his skin, burning him alive, it felt as fiery fingers caressed his legs, arms and back. The feel of her nails and fingers releasing the tension in his legs was so good he wanted to cry out.

His boxers had gotten quite uncomfortable as he had fully thickened under her mastery. He shuddered violently as her hands massaged both his feet, her thumbs digging into the soles of his feet, sending shooting pulses of pleasure up his spine.

She dragged her nails up his calves to the top of his boxers and tugged them down hard, yanking them off him and dropping them to the floor. 

"Hey! What the hell?!" shouted Aaron as he suddenly became alert. 

"Just relax Aaron, like I said go with it," she whispered making him shudder as her slick fingers dug into his hips, making him moan. She quickly squeezed away his reluctance and spread the oil over his hips and ass. She pressed her thumb between his cheeks and rubbed him, spreading the oil while making him yelp as he arched off the bed.

"Full massage, means full massage. Now it's time to roll over," she said grinning sexily as she pulled at his hips, helping him flip over. His cock stretched up his well sculpted abs as she took in the sight of him. He made motions to get off the table, but before he could go anywhere she pushed him back down and began removing the tension from his chest. 

He sucked in a shuddering breath as the burn lashed through his body. He didn't like this feeling, lying trapped and immobile on the bed as her hands spread liquid fire over his skin. He groaned as her hands dug into his chest, releasing all of the tension in his muscles. He suddenly didn't care that he was now totally open to her gaze as her fingers stroked the oil across his abs. The burning oil flooded his senses with hot pleasure.

He gasped as her hands kneaded the muscles of his thighs, carefully avoiding his throbbing cock. She then reached up and stroked the oil into the lines of his face, the liquid fire burned all over his body, he panted from the extreme intensity of it. He felt like he was caught in a tight web of blistering hot pleasure. He cried out in shock as one of her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking him. Her other hand reaching under to stroke and caresses his sac, the oil burned him with near intolerable pleasure. 

He felt like he was going out his mind, he was in heaven and hell at the same time as she stroked him tenderly. It was like she knew exactly what he needed but kept it just slightly away from him. He groaned as his body had gone completely lax from the oil seeping into his skin. His eyes flickered as she stroked him harder, tighter, and squeezing him just how he liked it.

Bolts of blinding white pleasure slammed into him as she leaned over him and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. It was too much for him, since his body was already super sensitized. Her tongue took the last of his control from him; he bucked up into her mouth and cried out his orgasm ripping from him.

When he thought it was over, he was mistaken. She reached under his sac and caressed him causing him moan again and forcing him to re-harden. Then she slid down on top of him, pushing his thick cock deep inside of her while massaging him roughly with the suction of her lips. She pushed down on him as her hands dug into his muscular chest, less rigid now after the oil had worked its magic.

She rode him harder while massaging him with her soft tissues, drawing long moans from him as the sweat and oil glistened on his skin in the light.

'He's a damn fine specimen, he is going to be an excellent addition to our team,' she thought as she rode him harder. He cried out again as the coursing waves of pleasure slammed into him repeatedly, he had totally let go now. Letting all of the pleasure in, all the last remnants of pain had fallen away as this goddess sat on top of him, riding him. Bringing him the most extreme pleasure he had ever felt, he panted heavily as he reached up and grabbed her hips.

She was close now as she rode him harder and thrusting onto him, grinding into him while causing him to shout. He cried out again, the pleasure was becoming too much for him, he couldn't hold back the tide much longer. He arched up and slammed up into her, she screamed and clamped over him, her orgasm washing over her.

He tightened his grip on her hips and roared out as his release exploded from him, hot violent streaks of pleasure flooded from him as he pulsed deep inside of her.

He panted and collapsed back on the table exhausted, his whole body limp and disconnected. He felt her roll him over and stroke his muscles again before rolling him back on his back. 

"I'll be back in a moment with your towel, you can use the shower when you're able too," she said to him. She needed to go and check to see if the four pm slot had been booked.

"What have you got for me Amanda?" she asked stepping through the doorway.

"Another hot cop, he just came in and booked the full massage for four pm. How was the fireman?" she asked.

"He was great, though I hope this Matthew isn't as tense. Aaron's muscles were tighter then guitar strings, my fingers are still throbbing," she said as she looked at the booking on the screen. But that was an understatement, her fingers were killing her. The man had knots so tight; she swore he had steel under that skin. But she still had managed to physically wreck him, she loved her job.

"Thanks, I'll just go finish up with Aaron," she said walking back down the hall to the supply closet, pulling out a large fluffy towel and stepped back into the massage room catching sight of the giant staggering into the shower. The light glistened over his sweaty, oily back, ass and legs. 

She watched on as he opened the door and stepped in the shower to clean himself up. He had been reluctant to go through with this but had let go in the end, hopefully he'd agree with what they had in store for him. She walked into the bathroom and dropped the towel on the bench before retreating to clean up the massage sheet. 

Aaron closed his eyes and let the hot water wash over his lax skin, he felt so utterly relaxed. Like he had been squeezed through a giant strainer, all the pressure in his muscles had just seemingly been washed away. He was so loose he could hardly keep himself standing. After he finished washing away the last of the oil that had reduced to a tingle, he pushed open the door, stepped out and grabbed the massive towel laying folded on the bench.

This place was certainly unique, as he dried himself with the towel then staggered back into the room and picked his boxers off the pile of his clothes and slid them on. He dressed when Carrie re-entered the room, "Let's get you out into the waiting room, your muscles need to wake up a bit more before you'll be able to leave," she said grabbing a hold of his arm.

He grunted and accepted her help, hobbling out to the waiting area where a cop was entering the building. He almost collapsed into the comfortable padded chair as Carrie looked at him and said "Now I hope you found that more than just plain relaxing, our normal rates are $150 an hour,"

"Sounds good, I think I might be able to manage that every once in awhile," he said.

"Good, hope to see you again sometime Aaron," she said before moving off to greet the cop and escorting him down the hall.

That cop was in for a wild ride he thought as he rested back into the chair waiting for the dreamlike fog to lift from his body.



Emergency Services



The longer she was riding my cock, the louder Rena was moaning. She'd been incredibly hot and wet when her pussy had first engulfed my cock and had only become more so as time had gone on. Megan definitely wasn't silent, either, and her pussy was also becoming hotter, wetter and more engorged the longer I ate her. I wasn't feeling like I was in any danger of cumming too soon, so it was just a question of which one of them would cum first, though I expected it to be close. I was figuring that, since Rena had been fired up and sucking cock before Megan and I were even awake, she was the sure bet to be first but it ended up being Megan. While Rena was riding me harder and faster, Megan started tensing up then suddenly let out a cry as her body started shaking. Her pussy was flooded with even more of her nectar which meant that fucking her was going to feel incredible. I figured that, once Rena had cum, I'd get to fuck Megan and maybe eat Rena's smooth pussy.

I continued to eat Megan through her orgasm but, once she'd gone still, I let my head drop back and just admired her pussy. Once she'd recovered enough, she moved off of me and I was able to see Rena riding me with a look on her face that said she was almost there. Megan was watching, too, but didn't say anything I think so that she wouldn't throw Rena off. When she went from riding me hard to almost like slow motion, I could feel her body shaking as she let out a cry. My attention was on her smooth pussy and bouncing tits but I could feel her pussy also becoming even more flooded with lubrication. She continued to slowly hump my cock through her orgasm but, once she appeared to be done, she went still and opened her eyes.

"Oh my God, that was awesome," she gasped, then she leaned forward and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. We made out as I took the opportunity to fondle her luscious tits.

"Okay, my turn," Megan said after giving us a couple of minutes. Rena straightened up and moved off of me then Megan helped me up. She had Rena sit up against the headboard with her legs spread then she got on all-fours between Rena's legs so I moved behind her on my knees. I eased my cock into her, causing both of us to moan, and savored her snug, slippery pussy once again. I started fucking her slowly, holding her hips, but my attention was on Rena's tits again. As I got a good, steady rhythm going, I leaned forward and looked around Megan's head to watch her eating Rena's pussy. This obviously was not the first time these two had engaged in such activities, though I wondered if they typically had a guy with them or if I was the first. With the entire day ahead of us, I was thinking that any recovery time I might need would be accelerated if I was watching the two of them pleasuring each other.

Since I was sort of leaning forward and to one side, it was convenient for me to go ahead and slip a hand between Megan's legs to stroke her clit as I fucked her. I was not thrusting very hard or very deep as I was positioned, so helping her along with my fingertips was beneficial. It hadn't taken an extreme effort to get her cum either the previous night or just moments ago as I'd been eating her, so I wasn't sure that she needed my fingertips but I couldn't imagine she'd have any complaints about a quicker or easier orgasm. Of course it wasn't my goal to necessarily make her cum quickly but if my fingertips and cock combined to provide her with a higher level of pleasure, I definitely wanted that.

The two of them were moaning continuously and it looked as though Megan knew how to pleasure Rena well enough that Rena was building up to another orgasm. Based on Megan's moans and how her pussy was becoming even hotter and wetter, I could tell that she was on her way, too. I could feel the stirring of my own orgasm but I wasn't quite there yet, which was good because, at the very least, I wanted Megan to cum before I did. Again, I really thought that it was going to be Rena but, again, I was surprised when Megan did cum first. She very briefly raised her head from eating Rena's pussy and let out a cry as her body started shaking. Even as she continued cumming, she lowered her head and went back to eating Rena.

When I was sure that she'd finished cumming, I straightened up again and was sliding the full length of my cock in and out of her now hotter and wetter pussy, pursuing my own orgasm. As I stared at Rena's tits and savored the pleasure of fucking Megan, I knew it would not be too much longer and I was totally okay with that. I ended up lasting longer than I expected mainly because I didn't want to fuck Megan so hard that she couldn't do a good job eating Rena. As my gaze alternated from Rena succulent tits to Megan's jiggling ass and back, I was thinking again how I'd like to fuck Rena's tits. I thought I might be able to after she came but, the way Megan was skillfully prolonging the pleasure she was providing, it got to the point where I wouldn't be able to wait until then. I was figuring I'd just blow my load in Megan's hot pussy until another idea occurred to me.

When I was on the brink of cumming, I slipped out of Megan and moved up the bed toward Rena. She realized something was going on and opened her eyes, smiling as she saw that I was bringing my bouncing cock toward her face. She reached out for it once I was close enough and helped me guide it into her mouth. As she engulfed it, I moaned because it felt outstanding and, as I was getting ready to just fuck her face, she started moving her mouth up and down my tool. I didn't have to do anything but stand there and enjoy the pleasure that her mouth was providing. I'd thought that I was right on the verge of cumming but she managed to draw out the pleasure a little longer than I'd expected to be able to hold out. She had some skill as a cocksucker and I knew I'd be taking advantage of that as often as I could.

She was moaning around my cock as she was getting closer to her own orgasm but remained focused on pleasuring me. When I exploded into her mouth with a grunt, she swallowed my load and nursed my cock until it was starting to soften. When she finally let it fall from her mouth, almost immediately she let out a cry and I could feel her body shaking as I still stood over her. Her orgasm appeared to be long and intense so I didn't move until she'd finished cumming for fear of throwing her off. When it appeared that she was finished, I moved off to the side and Megan raised her head. As Rena recovered, we positioned ourselves on either side of her and the three of us lay there while she caught her breath.

It was still pretty early so we had a full day ahead of us and we ended up making the most of it. I did get my opportunity to fuck Rena's tits and eat her smooth pussy as well as a chance to see her eating Megan and the two of them scissoring their pussies together. When Rena finally reluctantly declared that she had to get home, I considered whether to spend another night with Megan. Ultimately, I knew we wouldn't get enough sleep and would be useless at work the following day but also that we could get together whenever we wanted moving forward. Living so close to each other just made it that much more convenient.



Emergency Sitter



I'd known Kristen for almost two years. Our nine year-old sons played soccer on the same team, so we spent many Saturday mornings alongside the field watching them run around after a white ball. We weren't exactly "good friends", but we talked every time we met, passed the time of day and consoled each other in our single parent status. My wife had left me for her rich boss and how her husband ran off with a girl from a trailer park. We always laughed about how there was a message in there, but we didn't know what it was. I liked talking to Kristen, she was always fun and fresh. After all, who doesn't like talking to beautiful women?

This particular Saturday morning Kristen was looking a little more flustered than her usual self as she arrived at the field and when she finally sent her son off to join the pre-game huddle and unfolded her chair next to mine I had to ask her if she was okay.

"Yes, I guess... fine. Sorry, I'm just a bit out of sorts." At least she could still smile at me. "On the way over here I got a call from my babysitter, saying she can't make it tonight. Now I've no sitter, no time to find one and a hot date who'll be stood up."

Now, I'm no hero, and facilitating another guy being with this lovely creature was not exactly in my nature, but I'm also a sucker for doing a nice lady a favor. "I'll look after Josh if you like," I offered. "The boys get on well together, they'll have fun."

Kristen seemed a little taken aback at first but her face softened and she asked, "Are you sure?"

"No problem," I assured her. "I'll get pizza, we'll watch a movie or they can play computer games. You know what they're like. He might as well sleep over if you're okay with that. Save you worrying about being late tonight. You can pick him up in the morning."

"I'm sure Josh would have a lot of fun." She looked over at the boys as they ran on to the field. "If you really don't mind, that would be great for me."

I looked into her smiling, brilliant blue eyes and could only feel good that I'd made her happy.

*****

I wasn't prepared for her turning up at my door dressed as a biker chick.

"It's a fancy dress party," she smiled to explain the leathers and torn T-shirt. "We're going as Hell's Angels. I tried to get some fake tattoos, but couldn't find any. You think I'll do?" She spun on the spot to give me a three-sixty view of her outfit.

Would she do? Well, for me, the tight-fitting leather pants were just amazing. They hugged her thighs and bottom like they were painted on by an expert in perfect female anatomy. Inside her jacket, Kristen's T-shirt was stretched by her fine chest and I thought I just caught the tell-tale impressions of her nipples that suggested she wasn't wearing a bra. Her flowing black hair was a little more "up" than normal as she'd worked some vampish body into her normally straight locks. Overall, she looked like a raven-haired version of Olivia Newton-John's transformation character in Grease.

"You'll do," I expressed my approval with an intake of breath. I couldn't keep myself from imaging how it would be to slide those pants down her silky legs.

Getting back to reality, the boys ran off to the basement to start a digital war on the games console and I reassured Kristen that everything would be just fine and that she should head off and have a great evening. She thanked me with a peck on the cheek and I closed the door behind her feeling like a million dollars. I had just been kissed by Olivia's double.

I sat in front of the TV and heard the occasional sounds of youthful exuberance as the cyber battle ebbed and flowed below me. It was hard not to let my mind drift off to think about Kristen, dressed to kill and out with another man. Yes I was jealous, but I was the good guy who facilitated my own torture. Or was it my own stupid fault for not asking her out months ago?

*****

She had only been gone an hour or so when my biker chick fantasy arrived back at my door.

Answering the doorbell, I stood there looking puzzled at my leather-clad dream. Kristen still looked stunning, but the exuberance she showed when she last stood on that spot was gone and there were a few tell-tale signs around her eyes that she'd been crying.

Without waiting for me to ask what was wrong she told me, "He didn't turn up. Can you believe it? There I was in a house with all of his friends, and he doesn't turn up." She was trying to put a brave face on it, but failing miserably. "Fucking men. Sorry, I didn't mean to swear."

"Don't worry, a lot of men are assholes." I tried to smile comfortingly and resist wrapping my arms around her. I couldn't comprehend any guy who would stand her up. Me? I would crawl miles across broken glass for a date with Kristen. I know, just asking her might've been easier, but I never did.

"I thought I'd better come and collect Josh. There's no point in wasting your time and effort looking after him now."

I told her it was no problem, and that we'd just ordered the pizza I'd promised for dinner. "Hey, why don't you stick around and have some with us?"

"What?" Kristen used her arms to indicate her costume. "Dressed like this?" She had brightened up a little though.

I told her it was no problem but she insisted she run home and change. Happy as I was to have my biker chick spend some time with me, I was equally delighted when the Kristen I was more familiar with returned to my door, now in jeans and a gray sweater. Returning her hair to its normal, straighter, style was too much for the quick visit home though, which was just fine for me.

I opened a bottle of wine to have with the pizza which we had in the kitchen, the boys declining to join us in favor of more games in the basement, taking their food with them. Kristen talked about her no-show date. She had seen him a few times and was beginning to think they were headed towards a relationship, but now he was nothing to her. Forty-five minutes after he had arranged to meet her at his friend's house he called to say he had car troubles and wouldn't be there. "I thought he was better than most of the others. Why the hell couldn't he have phoned earlier?" She said wistfully as her second glass of wine emptied. "It's so hard to find a good partner in this life, don't you think?"

I laughed and agreed with her. "Just look at us, even when you think you've found one, it can all turn sour pretty quickly."

It was easy to talk to Kristen, and even easier to imagine being naked next to her. Despite the platonic nature of our evening, it was impossible for my fantasies not to arrive at regular intervals as her face brightened with our conversation and not having to spend the evening alone after the pain of her ill-fated date.

As the clock approached ten I thought I'd check on the boys and was surprised to find they had taken it on themselves to unroll sleeping bags in the basement and crash out on the carpet. I called Kristen to come see them asleep. "I never did tell him his sleep over was cancelled," she giggled.

When we got back upstairs I poured the last of the wine into our glasses and we sat back down at the kitchen table. "That's neat for Josh." Kristen smiled as she sipped at her glass. "I think he's had a really great time."

"I hope your own evening has improved a bit too?" I asked with a smile that tried not to be too provocative.

"Yes. Thank you." Kristen smiled and lit a fire that had been missing from my world for too long. "I've had a nice time. I think I'd even managed to forget about the disaster of the party," she laughed.

I had enjoyed having Kristen around and wanted to prolong the evening, so I suggested that if she wasn't in a rush to go she might like to watch a movie with me. With a wide smile she eagerly agreed. I ushered her to the DVD shelf and left her to choose while I cleared up our pizza debris.

As I loaded the dishwasher I couldn't help but glance over and see Kristen bent over examining my DVD collection, that shapely bottom of hers that had been so evident in her biker outfit now back on display. When I saw her like that time stopped while I imagined my hands running over those incredible curves. I thought how delicious it would be to slip a hand between her thighs and press myself up against her while I held her hips.

She chose an action comedy and while the movie was starting to play I arrived with a fresh bottle of wine. We sat on a sofa each, separated by a small table, where I placed the wine and a bag of nachos. Kristen's eyes widened as I started to pour. "Josh won't be the only one sleeping over if I have any more. I've already had too much to drive home."

"No problem," I said lightly. "There's plenty of room."

We got lost in the movie for a couple of hours, two hours during which I wondered if there was any possibility Kristen's sleepover might just include sharing my bed. But it all seemed so far-fetched; the thought that she would be anything more than a friend, someone to share some chat, a pizza and a movie. Still, as I glanced over and saw her comfortable pose on my sofa and her smiling face in the half-light, it was hard not to imagine slipping that sweater over her head.

As the credits rolled up the screen we mutually stretched from our relaxed positions and took our glasses into the kitchen. "Are you sure it's okay to stay over?" Kristen asked sleepily. "I can just crash on the sofa if that's okay with you."

I assured her it was okay and that she should sleep in the spare room upstairs. Without listening to her protests of not wanting to be any trouble, I led her upstairs, showed her the room, showed her the bathroom and got her a fresh towel and a new toothbrush. Kristen smiled sheepishly, thanked me and wished me "goodnight".

I went downstairs to switch everything off and lock up but when I got back upstairs Kristen was standing in the doorway of the bathroom still holding the towel and toothbrush. It was almost like she was waiting for me. I slowed up as I approached her, not sure what to expect.

She tried to smile and appeared to swallow hard as she spoke. "You know, I hope you don't think this is terrible . . . but it's been a long time since I've been with anyone... and, well, I've had a lovely time with you and... I'd really like to spend the rest of the night with you."

"That's not terrible." I slowly approached her, opening my arms to wrap them around her. "That's a very beautiful thing." As I folded her in my arms Kristen let her cheek come to rest on the top of my chest. "Anyway," I gave her warm body a friendly squeeze, "it's been a long time for me too."

I led Kristen to my room and she sat down on the bed while I brushed my teeth. She was still clinging to the towel like it was a comforter, when I came back and sat beside her. I could see she was nervous and unsure what to do, but it was easy to sympathize as I was in the same situation. I suggested we simply get on the bed and talk a while. Kristen agreed, and crawled over the bed to lie. I noticed that she'd left the towel behind.

We didn't talk too much, just nervously mentioned a favorite scene from the movie and giggled a little as I worked my arms around Kristen. We were so close our noses touched as we spoke and the dim light eased some of our nerves as we got used to being close. My senses were heightened to every curve of Kristen's body as she snuggled to me allowing our thighs to interlock and her chest to warm mine. I was already very excited as she let her hand wander along the side of my torso and I couldn't resist any longer when I traced my finger across her cheek, I kissed her.

Those first few small kisses of gently pulling at each other's lips were divine. As we began to taste each other for the first time and out hands caressed more urgently I could feel a lot of the tension begin to leave the air. Looking into Kristen's beautiful face I whispered, "Shall we take these clothes off? I'd love to feel you next to me."

She nodded and smiled. She started to reach down and unzip her jeans but I stopped her. "No. Let me do that," I insisted. "Stand up and let me undress you."

Giving me a sensuous kiss before she moved, Kristen slowly eased herself off the bed and waited for me to follow her. I stood in front of her for a few moments before I placed my arms around her waist and pulled her close. I'm sure by now she could feel the bulge in my jeans and I let my hands wander over her bottom before retracting them and taking hold of the sides of her sweater and raising it up over her head. This was the moment I'd been thinking about for hours.

Against her tanned skin the white bra she had on underneath the sweater stood out in the half-light. I made no attempt to avert my eyes as I smiled down at her nicely shaped breasts that were being pushed up by the bra. I gently fingered the lacy top edge, feeling the softness of her skin almost tingle under the touch of my fingertips. "You're so beautiful," I whispered. All the time I've known you I've thought that. I'm so glad you've decided to stay tonight."

I knelt in front of her and pulled on the zipper of her jeans. White matching panties peeked at me as the zipper opened. More white was revealed when I popped the button and pulled her jeans open. Before I pulled them down I reached behind her, inside the denim, and cupped her bottom with both hands, letting my hands run over her firm cheeks and enjoy the curves of her body. Kristen stepped out of her jeans when I pulled them to her ankles and I stood up to see her smiling as her chest started to move up and down with her deepening breathing.

I reached behind her and found the fastener for her bra, pulled at it and let it fall loose. It was still covering her as I leaned forward and kissed her, deep and long, tasting her and feeling her desire. When we broke the kiss I gently eased her bra from her shoulders and let it fall. Her breasts were beautiful, round and full, a handful rather than huge. I pushed one upwards and watched as the nipple stood out. I leaned forward and took the other one on my mouth.

Kristen sighed and her hand came around my head in encouragement. "God, it's been so long."

She had small, tight nipples, but the one in my mouth was growing quickly as I pushed the soft flesh of her breast and fed it into my mouth. I felt the throbbing of my cock between my legs as I held her with one hand and pleasured her with my tongue and lips.

When I felt her hand ease on my head I stopped sucking on her nipple and slid slowly back down her body until I was on my knees again and facing her panties. I ran my hands around her bottom again, but this time I slipped my fingers inside her panties to feel her skin. When I started to pull her panties down Kristen eased her legs apart to help me. Once they were loose I let them fall and she stepped out of them but I didn't stand up. I wanted a close-up of her neatly trimmed pussy.

While I looked at her I ran my hands lightly over her thighs, inside and out. As Kristen opened her legs to let me I saw her pussy lips part and reveal a tiny pink glint of her excitement that allowed her scent to musk the air with the sweet smell of her sex. I stood and smiled at her, amazed at the moment and how beautiful she looked.

"You don't need this anymore." She started to unbutton my shirt.

I stood there silently enthralled as she slipped away my shirt and ran her hands all over my chest. Mirroring my movements with her, she eased her mouth to my nipple, sucked on it and pulled it with her teeth. It reacted to her touch, firing my desire. By the time she started to unbuckle my belt I felt like I was about to burst out of my pants. Kristen said nothing as she unzipped down the line of my bulge and popped them open. I took a quick look down at myself as she pulled my jeans away from my legs, her breasts moving divinely. The bulge was unmistakable, the head of my cock trying to wriggle under the elastic of my underwear. It was as big as I had ever felt.

Just as I had done for her, she came down to her knees as she started to take off my briefs. Pulling the sides wasn't going to work as they hooked on the end of me, so she eased them up and over my erection, then away from me altogether. My cock was standing almost straight up from my full balls, firm and begging for the touch of Kristen's hand. Thankfully it didn't have to wait too long.

I gasped as her hand gently took hold of my shaft and started to explore its length. Kristen's other hand eased between my thigh and my balls, easing them outwards so that when she brought her head close enough she could kiss them, then suck them gently. "Nice cock," she breathed between licks as she started to work up my shaft. I watched her head obscure my cock then I closed my eyes as her mouth closed over me.

As Kristen's tongue explored me and her hand gently eased back and forth along my length I shivered and tried to breathe deeply as the pleasure washed over me. Feeling her taste me and knowing it was Kristen's head I was watching work me was the most incredible feeling I'd ever known. As she eased off me and continued to lick me I wondered if I shouldn't back away in case I came too quickly.

She seemed to sense that, knowing already it was the first time in a long time for both of us, and she stood up, kissing me deeply while still holding me tightly in her hand. Taking the lead now, she eased us back onto the bed and lay facing me, kissing me while both of her hands held my cock and balls.

With one hand massaging her thighs, I eased the other under her neck and started to nibble on the nipple closest to me, feeling it swell and harden between my lips just as its twin had done earlier. I encouraged Kristen to move onto her back so I could play with her other nipple, twisting it gently between my fingers as I sucked and pulled on the other with my mouth. I felt the warmth coming from her pussy before my hand reached it, gently sliding up her thigh and feeling her legs open for me as my fingers traced along her wetness. I felt her breathing pause as my finger slipped between her pussy lips and traced a line along her soaking slit.

"That feels so good," she breathed. "Do you want to come up here for a while? Let me feel you inside me?"

"It's okay," I assured her, "In a little while."

As I continued sucking, pulling and twisting her nipples with my mouth and hand, I started to slip my finger deeper into the warm silky depths her pussy. Moving slowly in and out of her, I positioned my thumb to massage her clit, feeling it immediately come alive to my touch. When her hips started to want to rise up from the mattress I knew she was close to orgasm. "Relax," I whispered. "I want this to be beautiful for you."

Kristen did as I said and allowed me to continue gently moving my finger in and out of her and play with her clit, coating it in her juices as she flowed with the excitement. "Feels so good." She smiled. "God I've missed this so much." She reached down and took a light hold on my cock. She pulled on it with very short, gentle, strokes, her movements seeming to increase her own pleasure as well as keeping me rock hard and ready for anything.

I felt her relax in my arms and give herself up to my attentions and I went back to sucking on her nipple and pulling it playfully with my teeth. I felt the tension in her body rise quicker than I expected and felt her begin to grind herself into my fingers and raise herself up towards me. Rather than speed up my attentions on her pussy, which was beginning to drip with her flowing sex, I let my fingers rise with her body, keeping the pressure light, and slowed my fingers down. I concentrated my mouth on playing with her nipple in long slow movements of my tongue around it, sucking hard every now and again and pulling it with playful bites.

"Oh God I haven't felt like this in so long." Kristen was panting and had her hand pulled on my cock a little more urgently. "You're going to make me come."




Emergency Sitter



Pleased as I was to hear that, I already knew it and was smiling up at her as my mouth clamped on her breast. Adding a second finger to move inside her, I felt her gasp again and I knew she was on the brink. As her body tensed I pulled hard on her nipple and probed her as deep as I could. My thumb flicked over her clit slowly, but I added pressure and I knew her moment had arrived.

"Oh... my... God," she said as the orgasm slowly moved through her, making her pussy contract and then gush. I kept my fingers moving on her and the hand that had been massaging my cock came up and held my hand tight to her pussy while her muscles froze in the throes of her pleasure. As the wave passed over her and she started to relax, her hand left mine and I continued to stroke her dripping pussy while she breathed deeply and giggled to me as the relief of her climax took over from the pleasure.

"That," she kissed me on the forehead, "was amazing." Her hand came back to its comfortable position of holding my erection, ringing around the rim of my cock with her thumb and forefinger. "I'm not sure it's ever felt that good. Not for a long time, that's for sure. Come on, move over, it's your turn to lie back and enjoy."

I shuffled more into the center of the bed and Kristen knelt up so she could pay some detailed attention to my cock. Stroking it along the underside with her open palm, she wriggled her other hand between my legs and sampled my balls, gently squeezing and lightly stroking them. "It's been a long time since I've held one of these," she giggled. I was willing to testify that she hadn't lost her touch.

She watched her movements intently as she slowly explored every inch of me, stroking the skin, running her fingertips along me and squeezing around the rim. At the base of my shaft she massaged more deeply, sending wonderful sensations down into my balls. I saw a smile cross her face as she noticed the bead of pre-come that had appeared at the end of my cock. Leaning down, she lowered her mouth and ran her lips along my shaft in a series of kisses that she topped off by her taking the head of my cock into her mouth and covering me with the slow and delicious movements of her wandering tongue. I felt the warmth of her mouth spread all over me as she sucked and licked at me lovingly.

When she popped me out of her mouth I looked down to see the glistening head still firmly in her hand. Kristen's eyes didn't leave my cock as she lifted it, stroked it and caressed it. She pulled my cock upright so it was almost vertical from my prone position and licked me up and down again while she let her hand press firmly into my belly and wander around my thighs.

Deciding it was time to take me where she wanted, Kristen eased her leg over me and shuffled her position to straddle me. Now she eased herself up my body to hover over my cock tantalizingly as she continued to hold it straight up. I felt the tip touch her wet lips and looked up at her intensely as her arm was stretched down, holding me and guiding me towards her pussy. Easing the head of my cock into her, she let go of me and placed both of her hands behind her, resting them on my legs just above my knees. Her face, smiling through the sheen of our passion, held my gaze as she lowered herself deliciously onto me.

It's hard to forget what it feels like to be inside a tight, warm and wet pussy, but after a while it's hard to remember just how amazing that feeling is. As Kristen began to slowly ease herself on and off me I reached up and took hold of one of her breasts and squeezed it as she squirmed down on my throbbing cock. She threw her head forward into my hand, bringing her own hands forward to rest on my chest. I could see the pleasure on her face as she controlled our movements and as I thought about how incredibly erotic it was watching her enjoy herself on my cock as I felt the first gentle indications of a huge orgasm stir inside me.

She felt it too. "Its okay baby," Kristen smiled down at me, her bright eyes misting as she eased up and down with her thighs, "it's your turn now. Come for me."

The room suddenly seemed brighter and time slowed down as the rush built up inside me. I watched her face as her unblinking eyes studied my every movement so she knew exactly what to do to increase my pleasure. The last thing I remember before my head exploded was how she looked even more beautiful with me inside her.

It was a moment like I'd never imagined. So long since I'd been with a woman, so long since I connected on that hot, steamy level that makes for the best sex. Kristen shifted herself constantly up and down, covering me with her silky pussy and gripping me with a pleasure hold that was blowing my mind. The orgasm built for what seemed like weeks before it arrived with a huge burst of heat, lightness and pleasure.

I heard myself let out a groan of pleasure as the blanket of the orgasm arrived and covered me with sparks and shots of electricity all over my body. I was in the throes of that moment forever when I started to shoot deep into Kristen's pussy. I saw her smile as she continued to slide up and down and felt my seed fill her. She reached behind her and traced her fingers over my balls as my legs shivered and shook the last of the climax from me. I was smiling too, looking up at my new lover, unable to move yet and my breathing drained by the heart-stopping moment that she had brought for me.

As Kristen slipped off my softening cock she was grinning. Tracing her hands all the way up my chest, she snuggled next to me and I pulled her close with my arm. I whispered through my recovering breath, "You can sleep over any time you like."

Planting a kiss on the side of my cheek, she laughed a little and said, "What a lovely thought. Mind you, I'm not sure we'll be getting much sleep."



Emergency Stop



Even before I leave the jetway, I can hear your voice, calling my name.

"Daaave!"

You wave your hand-written sign over your head and your enthusiasm lights up your entire face. I see the other travelers on my flight chuckle, and the flight attendant walking up the ramp beside me gives me a wink and a knowing smile.

"Take good care of her, " she whispers.

"I'm planning to," I whisper back, "I brought plenty of lube."

I see the momentary shock in her eyes at my brashness, and then she just grins wickedly.

I finally make it through the secure area, and we touch again, finally, after three long months. You throw your arms around my neck and I crush you to me, kissing you, tasting your lips, your tongue, your breath. My tongue meets yours, insistent, commanding, and you moan softly deep within your throat.

Suddenly, I become aware of the crush of the crowd around us, the feel of your nipples against my chest, and my hands grasping your hips and ass.

"Oh, crap," "Sorry!" we both exclaim at the same moment, and you step back and hurriedly brush your hair back into place, slightly out of breath, and we laugh the familiar, knowing laugh of two people who are intimate friends and lovers.

"Let's get the hell out of here," you exclaim, and I nod and grab the strap of my carry-on.

You drive slowly through the late evening Atlanta traffic, and we make small talk at first -- the weather, the Falcons, the silly thing that someone said in a thread. I slowly slip my hand under your blouse, and you give me an evil grin. "Behave," you tell me, as I massage and knead the heavy flesh of your breast through your bra, and then you moan softly when I find your erect nipple, and pinch it gently.

"Why?" I reply insolently, remembering my last visit, when we had parked on the side of an anonymous dirt road late one night, and I had buried myself deep inside you as you lay on the trunk, arms around my neck, heels urging me on. I remembered the white flesh of your breasts bouncing hypnotically as I hammered you to the rhythm of the cicadas and crickets on a warm Georgia night.

"Because you're distracting me too damn much, and I don't want to wreck, please?"

"Ok, ok" I grin. "The exit for the hotel is right here, anyway."

"Thank God," you say, and give me an impish little smile.

You park the car just to the side of the entrance, and turn off the engine, and I can hear the small ticking noises as it begins to cool -- and then I hear you whimper softly, and I turn to see your hands rubbing and squeezing your breasts through your blouse.

"Come on, let's go inside. Hurry u....ohhhhh," you moan softly, your words forgotten, as I slide my hand up under your skirt and begin to caress your thighs and crotch. You wordlessly slide down in the seat a few inches and spread your knees as far as the car will allow, beckoning me with your body. I cup the mound of your pussy in my hand and I can feel your heat beginning to rise. I gently reach within your slit with my finger, and find your clit engorged, hard, begging for attention. I brush it gently with my fingertip, grinning silently as you moan again, and then slide my finger easily inside your opening.

"Someone forgot panties again," I tease you.

"Shut up and get me in that room before I fuck you right here," you growl softly, and I arch my eyebrow at you.

We get out, and you straighten your skirt, brushing it down over your hips, and we go through the mundane routine of drivers license, key card, directions to your room, that any seasoned traveler could perform blindfolded. You cling to my side, your arm around my waist, and I jump slightly as I feel your hand move slowly over my ass.

The clerk grins at me, and in a faux-whisper, says, "Good luck!"

Finally, the check-in complete, we walk to the elevator, and wait. With a start, I realize that I'd barely even noticed how much you had dressed up for the evening, and guiltily, I say, "You look amazing tonight, Amber. I love the way that skirt fits you. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you giggle, and grab the front of my shirt and pull me into a slow, sensuous kiss. The *bing* of the elevator door interrupts our tongues, and we laugh shamelessly as the elevator empties.

As soon as the door closes, you grab my arms and pull me into you. I can see the lust in your eyes, glassy, as you whisper, low, "Fuck me."

"What, here?"

"Yes, right here in the elevator. Take me. You know you want to, Dave. Do it. Fuck me, hard."

Something inside me snaps, as though a filament of a fuse had overloaded, and I reach over and hit the emergency stop button. As if by magic, you appear on your knees in front of me, hands eager, fumbling for my zipper. You reach in and grasp me, the heat of your hand a sudden fire in the cool air-conditioned air, and you pull me out, already half-erect.

I feel your tongue now, gently swirling over the head of my cock, pushing into the hole, and then your mouth suddenly surrounds me, sucking me quickly to hardness, head bobbing.

I look down at you, your eyes aflame, red lips in a soft 'O' of need, as you impale your mouth on me, driving me toward your throat, as your eyes begin to water and your breathing becomes ragged.

I can see my cock now, saliva-slick, and I feel the velvety smoothness of your tongue and the insides of your cheeks wash over me.

Suddenly, a tinny voice fills the cabin.

*Is everything ok in there?*

Fuck, fuck, fuck, the desk clerk, I think, and wish dark misdeeds upon his head. I had completely forgotten the emergency speaker in the elevator control panel.

"Yes, we're fine," I reply. "I think it just stuck for a bit. I'm jiggling the buttons now."

*Ok, push the call button if you have any more problems, please. We're getting a repairma...*

His voice cuts off suddenly as I stab the emergency stop button and listen to the elevator motors hum to life.

"Uhhnnnn," you pout softly, as you run your hand up my chest. "I wanted you inside me."

"Shhhhh." I place my finger softly on your lips. "We're not done yet."

After passing two floors, I push the emergency stop button again, and the elevator creaks to a grinding halt.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall," I tell you, and your eyes light up.

I move behind you and pull your skirt up over your hips. The creamy flesh of your ass glows under the harsh lighting, and I pull your cheeks gently apart.

"Bend over a little more -- oooo, yes, that's good, right there."

I guide the head of my cock to your opening, and I feel the heat and moisture of you wash over me. I slide into you, slowly, easing my length into you, savoring the feel of your pussy grasping me, and I hear you suck in your breath. Finally, I feel myself fully entrenched inside you, your ass cheeks resting against me, and I feel the familiar flutter of your muscles on my cock. I see your face turned to the side, eyes half-closed, mouth open, panting, nostrils flared, flushed. And just as slowly, I withdraw, until only the head of my cock remains inside your body.

Then, suddenly, I jerk my hips forward, burying myself within you in a single lunge. You cry out in pleasure and pain, and your ass-flesh ripples from the impact. Again, faster this time, pulling almost all the way out, and slamming home, feeling my balls slam into the backs of your thighs. I grab your hips, hard, and you shriek as I pound you mercilessly.

Then, I hear you, incoherent at first... "fu... fuu.. fuck... me... fuck... me... ohhhh... god... dddaaamn.... gooonnna... COMMMME!" and I feel your pussy clamp down on me like a molten vise, and it's suddenly all I can do to batter my way inside you, as you throw back your head and scream. The sight of you is too much, and I hold on for dear life as I drain my entire body through my balls and into your spasming pussy... or at least it feels that way.

An eternity later, we both stand, trembling, and you wink at me as you wipe a rivulet of cum from your thigh with your finger, and then lick it off noisily. You brush down your skirt again, nonchalant, and I attempt to rearrange my still half-hard cock, covered in cum and pussy juice, within my pants.

*Uh, guys?*

Goddamn clerk, I think to myself.

"Yes, I think it got stuck again," I reply.

*Um...guys, I really hate to break the news to you... but this two-way speaker turns on automatically as soon as you hit the emergency stop button.*

I cover my face with my hand, and through my fingers, I see you doubled-over with silent laughter in the corner.

From the speaker, I hear the tinny sounds of whistles and applause behind the clerk's next words.

*Um, there's one more thing... ah, I'm not quite sure how to put this... since you didn't know about the speaker... um...*

"What?!", I yell.

*I assume you probably didn't realize there's a surveillance camera in the ceiling, either.*

I punch the button, and the howls of laughter from the speaker are abruptly cut off by the sound of the motors carrying us upward again. I grasp your hand, and we simply grin at each other knowingly, satiated, for now.