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Finally Ch. 01

By: KCwriter



Though we had worked together for years, and had flirted for a long time, the fact I was meeting Karen for drinks off-hours still made me nervous. I had tried for a long time to convince her to take some time and just unwind. We both needed it after all of the stress and distasteful stuff going on at work. Finally after an unusually bad week, Karen agreed to meet me. We selected the Adams Mark hotel bar to meet to allow Karen to be close to home. 

I arrived about fifteen minutes early giving me a chance to have a drink and try to relax a bit. My nervousness over how I had hoped this encounter might go only made me more anxious. As I started my second drink, Karen walked in. I cannot begin to describe how good she looked. Evidently she had come straight from an appointment as she was still wearing dress clothes. The off-white dress went almost down to her ankles but had a slit that ran up to just above her knees. The upper part of her dress buttoned down the front, but the buttons were hidden as the material crossed over itself into a loose looking fit. There was nothing about this outfit that didn't look professional. Her hair, though not extremely long, was pulled back and rode in a small modest clip. 

"How's it going?" Karen asked as she sat in the chair beside me. "Sorry I'm late."

I turned my chair slightly in her direction. "No problem. I thought I would be late. Had a hard time finding this place. It has been one of those days. How about you?"

"My day has been OK. Not exciting. Just pounding the pavement as usual."

The waitress arrived just as Karen grabbed a menu. "Can I get you anything?"

Karen put the menu back. "Yeah, can I get an iced tea?"

"Sure," she said as she checked my glass. "Another for you?"

I looked down at my half-full glass. "Not yet. Check back in about ten minutes." She smiled as she closed her order book. "Just let me know when you are ready."

I nodded and turned back to Karen. "So, are you hungry?" I asked.

Karen looked back at the menu but put it down. "No, I guess I am still full from lunch." She turned her attention back to me. "What's been going on with you? Going out of town again soon?" Karen and I spent the next twenty minutes talking shop. Though I tried to keep my eyes and mind focused, my concentration was not into the conversation. The slit in Karen's dress opened up just enough that I was able to see one of her shapely legs almost all of the way up her thigh. Her toned calf muscle flexed when she would occasionally adjust her foot in her high-heel. I adjusted my chair into a position to be able to look at this sight more easily. Karen would have had to have been asleep not to notice what I was looking at, though she didn't make any attempts to adjust her dress. 

After a while Karen excused herself to go to the restroom. I was actually glad. As she made her way across the bar to the restroom, I took a napkin off of the table and used it to cover my obvious erection. The Dockers I was wearing didn't do much to help hide what was becoming a growing problem. 

"I'm back. Miss me?" Karen said as she sat back down. 

I looked up and smiled. "You sure didn't take too long. By the way: what are your plans this evening? Are you wanting to hang around here for a while and chat? This is kinda nice."

"Nothing is happening with me. You and I haven't had much of a chance to talk for a while, so let's take advantage of it." 

I checked my watch and saw it was almost 8:00. A piano in the corner of the club started playing some old song I barely recognized. I turned to see there was a small band of three guys getting set up to play. "I hope this music doesn't get too loud. I am enjoying the peace and quiet here." Just then the lighting dimmed a bit.

Karen turned in the direction of the band. "It looks like it should be OK." She was right. The music was mellow. It actually improved the whole ambiance of the place. The lighting got even lower and Karen and I turned our chairs toward the band. "We should be able to talk with this." 

As we chatted more about work the waitress stopped by. Karen surprised me and ordered some wine. I stayed with my bourbon and Coke and after being off of work for over three hours finally started to relax. 

After pretending like we were going to fix all of the company's problems for an hour, my mind drifted back to Karen's legs. The dress was opened up again and in the low light I didn't feel quite as uncomfortable with the bulge in my pants. That is until Karen asked me if I ever danced.

"Well, I have, but I don't dance too well. Especially the type of dancing that this music usually calls for. Why do you ask?"

Karen surprised me and took my hand. "Come on. Let's see what we can do." We got up and headed over to the dance floor in the corner by the band. There were three other couples there, but fortunately none of them were what I would call professional dancers. Karen put one arm around my waist and I held her other hand up like I knew what I was doing. My free hand went around her body, lightly touching her back just above her waist. Karen pulled me slightly closer and leaned her head against my chest. Almost automatically I began to caress her back. The softness of her top excited me as I lightly ran my hand up and down her back. Our clenched hands pressed between us as we slowly moved around the dance floor. 

Her scent was intoxicating. My face was near her hair as we danced and I inhaled the sweetness of her perfume. I desperately wanted to put my head on her shoulder and kiss her neck, but thought that this would be a bit too forward. Though I wanted her badly, I felt that pushing too hard might ruin the relaxed mood we both were in. Instead I tried to concentrate on my dancing.

As we danced, my hand on Karen's back explored every inch of her back. Through the material of her top, I ran my fingers across her lower back and up over her bra. The material of the bra must have been very thin as I felt no irregularities. In addition the clasp must have been on the front as there was no break where a clasp would be. Though I tried to calm myself, my body gave my desire away. My stiff cock would occasionally brush against Karen's body as we moved around the floor. 

We stayed on the floor until about halfway through the third song. Karen broke our embrace and headed back to our table. "That was nice," she said as we sat back down. " I haven't danced for years. And thanks. I needed to get out tonight. I appreciate you sitting here listening to me complain about all that work stuff."

I shook my head. "Not a problem. You know that I will listen anytime you want to talk. Heck, I needed this as much as you did." The cocktail waitress approached and I ordered us another drink. After I ordered I turned back to Karen. "I am glad we picked this place. It's far enough away from the office, that I can even try to forget about the whole situation there."

Karen picked up her purse and stood up. "I'll be back in a minute." She pushed her chair in and headed back to the ladies room. I watched her walk away as my thoughts lingered on her body. I couldn't help but want to touch her again. 

On her return, she motioned me back to the dance floor. Though dancing isn't my favorite activity, the draw of touching Karen again made my decision easy. As soon as we hit the dance floor, I was immediately rewarded.

As I took Karen's hand and moved my hand around her back, I felt no bra. My hand must have twitched slightly as Karen looked up at me. "Thought I would get a bit more comfortable," she whispered in my ear. "And I didn't think you would mind." Boy was that an understatement.

I leaned down close to her ear. "Not a bit." I pulled her body a bit closer to me. "Don't you think that top is a bit thin though? It may have been pretty dark on the dance floor, but I felt I should shield her from the glances of others. 

Karen giggled slightly. "Don't worry about it. I think it should be OK, unless they turn the lights way up."

I massaged her back through the thin material of her top and held her against me. As we danced, my cock again pressed against the material of my Dockers and as we moved, I was quite sure Karen could feel it occasionally bump against her leg. Karen seemed to guide me as much as I tried to lead as we moved slowly across and around the dance floor. We were about to the edge of the dance floor when Karen took the hands we were holding between us and moved them slightly down her chest. She released my hand and guided my fingers across her breast. My breath was taken away as I felt the stiffness of her nipple through the thin material of her top. She then took my hand back in hers and moved them back to where they had been. The sensation of her firm breast made the stiffness of my cock even more difficult to deal with. As much as I wanted to cash out and take her back to her house, I knew that my situation would be apparent to everyone in the hotel if we were to leave then. The best and only logical move was to sit and try to calm down. I turned her back to me and used her as a shield to get us back to our seats.

Karen took a drink of her wine and smiled. "Is there a problem?" she smirked, as she twisted her nearly empty wine glass. "I think that this stuff is making me naughty." 

I couldn't disagree. "Yes, but your naughtiness seems very nice to me right now." Karen giggled as I attempted to adjust my pants. "I knew that you had an wicked streak, but..." Karen stood up and grabbed her purse. "Are you needing to go?" I wanted another dance. "Things were just getting interesting."

"Yeah, I need to hit the restroom first. Be right back." I deflated right then. I paid the tab and went into the hall to wait. Karen stepped out of the restroom just as I wandered by. I noticed that she had put her bra back on. 

We wandered out to the parking lot and headed to our cars. Karen's was parked about five spaces from mine and we reached hers first. I'm sure my voice showed my disappointment at where the night had ended. "I had fun tonight. I hope you did too. And, I hope you have a good weekend. Are you in town next week?"

Karen opened her door and got in. "I had fun too." She started her car. "I don't know about you, but my night isn't over. Coming?" Karen winked, reached out and shut her door, and took off. I think it took me about five seconds to figure out what she had just said. I must have looked like a total idiot as I ran over to my car, jumping across the hood to get to the driver's side, and got in. I knew where she lived and headed that direction, though I had to concentrate on my speed so I wouldn't get a ticket on the way. 

I pulled into her driveway about ten minutes later. As I walked up to the door Karen opened it up to let me in. "I wasn't sure if you understood. Come on in." I reached out to take her in my arms. "Patience. I need to take care of something. I will be back in a minute."

I sat on the couch and stared off into space. Karen walked back into the room still wearing the same outfit as before, but in this lighting I could see that she had removed the bra again. Her hair had been taken out of the clip and made her look more casual. "I just figured I'd get more comfortable" As she fiddled with her stereo, I was able to get a great look at her tits through her top. Her nipples were hard again and the outline of her breasts showed up nicely. What I liked about them was they weren't too large or too small. My cock strained against my pants as she moved around the room almost parading. The firmness of her breasts and the way they moved in her top was driving me crazy and Karen knew it. 

She sat on the couch next to me and turned her body my way. "Let's do this. Do you like trivia?"

I'm sure the look of confusion on my face was obvious. "Yes, but why do you ask?"

Ignoring my question she asked, "What subjects do you like?" 

"Well, science, sports. I hate entertainment and literature. What's up?" My confusion continued.

"Well, I thought you might like to play..." she hesitated... "Strip Trivia. Ever played?" Karen reached behind her and opened up a cabinet.

"Never." My cock stirred again. 

"Well, the rules are simple. Miss a question; take something off. I've always wanted to do this, and I figured that this could be exciting. Are you interested?" 

My cock stirred. "Sounds OK to me. But you are at a disadvantage."

Karen smiled. "I know." 

Pulling a set of trivia cards out of the cabinet, Karen set them on the table at our feet. Unfortunately I had tipped my hand on my weakest subjects and Karen made the most of it. After about 5 questions, I was wearing only my Dockers and Karen had only lost her shoes. My next question dealt with ancient history and Karen didn't have a clue on the answer. Karen pleaded. "Does my dress count as two items?" I was having such a good time with this I nodded. As she unbuttoned her top, I couldn't help but stare at her chest. She pulled the top back over her shoulders and draped it across her lap. "Now, no touching yet. The game's not over." I almost forgot what I was doing as I continued looking at her sitting there topless. Perfectly shaped nipples sitting on top of perfectly shaped breasts. I wanted so badly to start licking and sucking her tits I had a difficult time even hearing her next question. My mind was a blur. 

Karen took another card. She broke my gaze by lightly slapping my knee. "Everything OK?"

I felt the heat rise in my head. "Yeah. Just getting a little warm, that's all."

"Are you ready for the next question?" Karen asked as I tried in vain to adjust the bulge in my pants.

"No, but go ahead." Her next question had me stumped. At this point though I would have missed anything to get my clothes off. I stood up and removed my pants leaving me sitting there with only underwear on. Karen smiled as I sat down and the head of my cock peaked out of my briefs. I adjusted myself and grabbed another card. 

Picking a question I knew was quite obscure, I watched Karen's face, as she knew she had been stumped. This time she was the one with the red face. Unbuttoning the front of the dress the rest of the way, she let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. "I hope you aren't disappointed," she said as she stood about three feet in front of me chewing on a fingernail. 

All I could think to say was, "Wow." Now over the last few years I had admired Karen's body when I could get even a glimpse of her at work, but nothing prepared me for this. Her thighs and calves had obviously been through many workouts as they had a muscle definition that would make most women envious. I especially loved her calves. 

I reached out and ran my hands up and down her calves. There was no protest from Karen as my fingers massaged the taught muscles of her legs. She moved back to the couch to sit. "Keep doing that," she said as she sat and draped her legs across mine. I massaged her legs for a few minutes then moved my hands up her body. She moved her legs back to the floor and lay against the back of the couch. I lightly ran my hands across her stomach and to her breasts. The quick feel I got dancing didn't even compare to what I was feeling now. Both of her nipples stiffened as I gently ran my fingers across them. I took one between my thumb and forefinger and delicately squeezed it. Karen moaned as I fondled her tits and ran my hands over her whole upper body. I moved slightly closer to her and began licking on her tits. I then moved even closer and began sucking on her hard nipples. Karen's breathing pattern changed and her body stiffened up a bit from the attention I was giving her. 

Karen reached around my body and found my leg. Her hand moved up my thigh and when she ran into my underwear, she opened her eyes. "I think you can take those off now." I stood and dropped my briefs to the floor as Karen watched my hard cock slap against my stomach. I sat back next to her and resumed stroking her body. Karen lay back against the couch and opened her legs a bit as my hands began to stroke her thighs. I softly ran my fingers up her inner thighs and slowly worked my hands up to her pussy. As my fingertips brushed against her clit, Karen moaned again and opened her legs wider. 

Using one of my feet, I pushed the table away from the couch and moved between her legs. Starting at her knees, I kissed her inner thighs as my hands caressed her calves. When I reached her pussy, I found her swollen clit and began licking and sucking on it. Karen reached down and put her hand against the back of my head trying to pull me against her. I resisted this pressure and continued to lick her until I could feel my face covered in her juices. I then began running my tongue in and out of her pussy, licking and kissing the entrance of her pussy. Karen began forcing her hips down to meet my tongue as I started moving my tongue in circular patterns around her swollen clit. Karen then almost sat up and pulled my face against her as she began to scream. 

"Keep going. Yeah, that's it. Oh, man. Yes." Her words encouraged me as I probed her pussy with my tongue. As her body again tensed up, I flicked my tongue in and out quickly. I could feel her juices flow as she bucked against my face over and over. Slowly her body went limp as she relaxed. I moved up her body and began licking and sucking on her tits again.

Karen lay there for a minute, shuddering every time my lips moved across her sensitive nipples. I moved back onto the couch and ran my fingers through her hair. She turned to me and smiled. "That was nice. I don't think I have ever met a guy who is as gentle as you have been." 

I smiled back. "Well, gentle is the only way to treat a woman. I'm glad you enjoyed that." Though I hadn't cum, I felt so satisfied by the entire evening, that I had almost forgotten how hard my cock was. Karen hadn't.

"Follow me," she said as she got up and went to the bedroom. I got up and walked in just behind her, checking out her ass and backside. Karen sat on her bed and opened her hands up like she wanted to hold onto mine. "Come here. I think you deserve this." I stood directly in front of her and watched as she lowered her mouth to my cock. She bent slightly and licked me from my balls to the swollen head of my throbbing meat. Then, without touching my shaft, she opened her mouth and began talking my cock into her mouth. My legs almost became rubber as I felt her tongue massage every sensitive point down my shaft. Karen then took her fingers and, using an extraordinary light touch, she began to pull on the skin around my balls. I almost lost it right there. Every time I felt as if I was ready to cum, Karen would remove my cock from her mouth and just watch it as it throbbed in front of her. As my breathing would steady she would again take me into her warm mouth and caress my cock with her tongue, paying special attention to the smooth skin below the head. 

About the fourth or fifth time she pulled away, I reached down and began to play with her tits again. Karen knew I was close and gave me what I had longed to do for years. 

Moving a bit further up her bed, Karen lay down and opened her legs. Not needing any more encouragement I climbed onto the bed and pressed my hard cock into her wet pussy. Karen reached behind me and pulled me in to the hilt. Though I wanted to go slowly, my cock, and Karen had other ideas. 

With every thrust, Karen encouraged me. "Yeah, keep it up. I want to feel your cum fill me up." I had no intention of letting her down. As Karen's body started to shudder from another orgasm, my balls tightened up. I pressed my cock into her as far as it would go and held it there as the cum exploded out of me. Karen's fingers dug into my back as she continued to drive her hips down to meet my thrust. 

Though it was probably only a short time, it seemed like hours later when Karen released her hold on me and began to breath a little more normally. I positioned myself next to her, and moved one of my hands back to stroke on her breasts. Karen turned to face me and smiled. "Thanks for treating me like a lady."


Finally Ch. 01



"I have to be stark raving mad" She thought as she stared into the full length mirror. "Why am I doing this? Why am I dressing like a--a SKINNY woman??" 

She looked at the crimson velvet crop top, long sleeves molded to her arms, short jet black leather shirt that would reveal her red silk panties if she moved wrong. Her silvery hair with its few streaks of fiery red tumbled down onto her shoulders. Her youthful face did not match with the tresses, but somehow they combined to make her look exotic. 

All she saw was the exposed flesh, the chubby knees. She missed the voluptuous, lush erotic woman she was. She missed the bright green eyes that always held a look of amusement in them, she missed the full, ripe breasts that begged to be worshipped and caressed. 

She didn't see the round, squeezable ass, the lips that held a hint of a pout to them. All she saw was a fat woman.

The party she was being prodded into attending was for BBWs and the men that admired and lusted after them. Her friends had pushed at her for weeks until she finally gave in just to silence them. Now she was here and terrified. So many younger women... so many men. 

"What in the name of the Gods am I doing here?!!" Her mind was a whirl of whys and how comes as she tried to slip out to get to her car and flee. 

He had seen her as soon as she walked in. He looked over her, his dark eyes missing nothing. He felt his manhood stir as she turned, giving him a delicious view of her backside. He was tall, muscular, raven hair down to his shoulders. He had attended many of these, looking, hoping. 

"Finally... After all this time." He smiled as he saw her try in vain to escape. He moved through the crowd like smoke, touching her arm. "No." His voice was like honey, rich, smooth.

She turned and stared. "No?" 

"No. You are not leaving... not unless it is with me..."

She looked at him like he had taken full leave of his senses. "I am not going anywhere with you..."

He smiled and pulled her ample form close, revealing his strength. "Yes you are..."

She never knew how she ended up in his car, or in his richly appointed apartment. She began to imagine headlines--her body found mangled. Her fears were mirrored in her eyes and he chuckled as he ran a finger along her cheek.

"I will not hurt you... unless you ask me too..." 

"Why am I here? What do you..."

He silenced her with a soul probing kiss, his large hands moving over her with caresses meant to ignite inner flames. Instead of fear, she felt desire, need. He knew and with a smile guided her to a massive bed, surrounded by candles, incense.

"After tonight... you will be mine forever." He undressed her with skill and tenderness, touching, tasting each and every inch as he exposed it. He lowered his head to her nipple, tongue swirling around it lightly, teasingly.

She moaned, arching into his touches. For the first time she forgot about the jiggling flesh, the flaws only she noticed. All she knew was the fire within her veins. The molten heat gathering between her slowly opening legs was making her writhe and whimper in passion.

He moved down her body, nipping, licking. When he reached her wetness he slid his tongue over the pouty outer lips, dizzy from the ambrosia like taste of her. He slipped a finger inside, probing, tormenting.

She was moaning, begging him to end the teasing, make her scream. But he ignored her, intent on exploring the warm, wet sweetness of her throbbing sex. 

((Want part two?)) 



Finally Ch. 01



He is heading North East, heading to where she lives. The girl who has teased him and taunted him for months now. She haunts his thoughts and his dreams and desires. His cell phone rings, "Hello?" he says.

"Hey baby, where are you?" It was her, Jessica. 

"I am about 20 miles from you." he replies.

"Awesome! Can't wait to meet you finally!" she says.

"I either, getting ready to loose service, see you soon." He says.

The cell phone cuts off before she has time to say good bye. Although they had never met they still have so much in common. The late night chats online, the phone conversations, the stories of past and present lovers. They already seemed to know each other so well.

She sits after the phone cuts off. "Damn mountains!" she exclaims. Laughs and finishes getting ready. She has been talking to Erik off and on for almost a year now. Prior plans have gotten interrupted in the past. But this time...this time would be different. She decides what to wear, knowing what Erik likes, she decides on a pair of hip hugging short shorts and a white top unbuttoned low. The bottom 3 buttons undone and the shirt tied at the bottom. That way he could see her Pierced belly button with her cute butterfly ring in it. She had been working out a lot and her abs looked amazing, so why hide them under a shirt. She decides on a pair of white lace thongs and opts for no bra. She brushes her hair until it is smooth and shiny, allowing it to glisten in the sunlight. A few touch ups to her make up and she is ready to meet him.

His car enters the driveway; she stands on the porch to greet him. He looks up and sees her standing there; she is a vision of an Angel. She was everything he had seen in her pictures and more. Absolutely stunned he parks his car and gets out. She rushes down the steps to meet him. He barely makes it out of the car as she runs to him. Throwing her arms around his neck, placing her long legs around his waist. Forcing her body into his arms. She looks in his eyes and flashes her smile, "Erik, I am so glad to meet you finally! Well don't just stand there, carry me in the house." 

Erik just smiles and carries her in as requested.

As the day goes by they talk about things face to face. Slowly her friends trickle in one by one. Wanting to meet the infamous Erik they had heard so much about. It seemed like she spent the entire day either in his arms or holding his hand, making sure he felt comfortable. It seemed like they had known each other forever. Down deep though, they both knew of the late night sexual talks they had done online, neither of them mentioning it though. 

After everyone starts to leave for the night, she tells Erik how great it would feel to get in the hot tub. He agrees and she shows him where to change into a pair of swimming trunks. She leaves to change also, telling him when he has changed he could go ahead and get in the hot tub. 

He walks in the chilly night air to her hot tub. They have talked several nights about it. He never dreamed he would be there in reality. The steam is coming from the hot tubs surface; looking at the thermometer it reads 110 degrees. The lights are dim and seductive. He steps in and the heat from the water feels so good on his skin. He sinks deeper in the tub eventually sitting in front of a powerful jet. Relaxing with his arms stretched out behind him allowing the jets to relax him. He leans his head back and closes his eyes. Reflecting on the days events, he begins to relax. 

He hears music begin to play; He sits up and opens his eyes. There stands Jessica; in her hand she is holding the remote to the sound system. In her other hand is a bottle of wine and two glasses. She has that award winning smile on her face; she gently tilts her head, her hair flowing in the night breeze she asks, "Need some company?"

She is wearing a black bikini. It barely covers her body. Her beautiful breasts are showing from the top. They are so full and perky. Her nipples are so hard from the chilly night air. Her Abs are so tight and firm. Her bottoms are just strings and two small pieces of cloth. Her legs are so tight and firm. She looks so beautiful. Erik just sits speechless. She enters the water like a princess would, so gracefully. She sits beside of him making a moan of relief as the hot water covers her hard body.

Erik takes the wine bottle from her and begins to pour them a glass. He set's the bottle down and hands her a drink." To us, we are together, and Jess, you look more amazing than I could have ever imagined."

Jess smiles and says" Yeah, to us. See I told you pictures didn't do you justice." giggling they both took a few drinks.

As they talked she notices an un-describable desire in his eyes. She pushes her hot wet body closer to him. He places his hands on her hips, pulling her in closer. Within minutes the excitement was starting to consume there every thought. They both knew it would be impossible to control these urges much longer. Erik leaned in and kissed Jess, not just a gentle kiss but a firm and wanting kiss. This took Jess totally by surprise, but soon she found her self kissing back, slowly at first then a little more deeply and finally very passionately. They continued to kiss with more passion, teasing his tongue with hers, kissing his breath away. They were both consumed in the moment forgetting who they were, where they were. It was if they were the only two people on the face of the earth and they had finally found each other after years of emptiness.

Jess was getting very hot and she could feel Erik was too, his shorts containing a tempting bulge she was imagining it was buried deep inside her.

As they both are kissing in the heat of passion as if they were wild animals. Erik placed his hands on her shoulders and slid her bikini straps down her arms. Revealing her luscious tan breasts. Her beautiful nipples glistening from the wetness and heat. Erik started lick and suck at Jessica's torso, tasting her skin making his way to her nipples sending jolts to her clit ring. Jessica was clawing at his back with her fingernails from the jolts. Erik took his other hand and ran it down her flat stomach passed her belly button ring and was making his way to the top of her bikini bottoms. When Jess said "No, not here," she panted. Placing her had gently on the roaming hand.

"Take me inside" sounded more like begging than a request. 

Erik stood up and placed one arm under her knees and the other arm on her back, Jess placed her arms around his neck as he carried her hot wet body from the hot tub to her bedroom just inside the doors.

With just the light from a few candles he laid her on the bed so gently. Her body still wet from the hot tub. Her breasts glistening. He stood there admiring her body. He reaches down and pulls her bikini top off as slowly as the top portion of her body is fully exposed. She rose up from the bed and pulled his body close to her. Relieving him of his shorts, setting his hard cock free. She had seen it many times on the web cam as he stroked it for her. But in reality it was much larger and thicker than she had imagined.

With a gentle lean in she opened her mouth and took the tip of him in her mouth and gently nipped the head with her teeth, allowing them to slide across the tip before releasing him from her grip. She repeated this several times until his cock had hardened even further and was now standing at full attention when she started licking the length of his shaft and down to his balls and back up again 

Taking this now very hard cock in her mouth she gently pulled down on it so she could take it all in her mouth, causing Erik to let out a deep and soulful moan of pleasure. Sliding her mouth off his cock she moved him to the bed beside her and eased herself to stand in front of him. She took his hands and placed them on her hips. With his hands in hers she slid his hands downward, taking her bikini bottoms with them. 

Erik leaned in and kissed her navel then traced the outline of her shaven pussy. So smooth and soft. He could barley see her beautiful pierced clit. It was such a turn on for Erik. She grabbed Erik's hair and pulled him into her as he tried to lap on her clit, wanting to taste her wetness and tug in her ring, but she wouldn't let him. Instead she pushed him forcefully back onto the bed and roughly climbed on top of him, straddling across him on all fours, but making sure to keep her knees up so her wetness

Stayed just out of reach of his throbbing hardness below her. Jessica started kissing him again like they did in the hot tub. Slowly and deeply. With his hands exploring her hips and back. Her skin was so smooth and soft. Like nothing he had ever felt before.

While they were kissing she slowly eased herself down until the tip of his cock was poised just at the entry to her pussy. Knowing and trusting each others past sexual history, Jessica eased herself down on him. Taking him in inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her just as she wanted.

Erik's naked cock deep inside her was so intense; the feeling of flesh on flesh was amazing. And his thickness seemed to fill her up. Moving her legs back down she laid on top of him his hard cock inside her as she started to kiss him again. He was kissing her back, thrusting his pelvis upward as he did lifting them both off the bed. Her natural body weight pressing him in deeper into her as he lifted. 

They continued to do this for several minutes kissing and thrusting. While also nibbling and teasing each other as the passion burnt between them. The limited movement making it all the more sensual until it became unbearable for Jessica. She needed to feel Erik thrusting into her. So she moved hr knees up a little to give Erik room to thrust hard from underneath.

"Oh fuck me Erik! Fuck me deep and hard, make me cum, I need to cum. "she begged.

Her moans getting louder and louder! The begging becoming demanding.

There was no hesitation as he started bucking wildly at her from underneath, sliding effortlessly in and out of her very wet and hot pussy. With every thrust Jessica screamed and panted. Her moans became an intense cry of pleasure "Don't stop, ah, keep going." Jess pleaded as she felt the rush inside her. 

Erik pulled out of her and pushed her roughly on her back. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted. Erik re entered Jess again and started to thrust with long slow presses from the tip of his cock to the full depths and back again..He began to slam his cock into her UN mercifully. He felt her get tighter, her moans became loud screams. Her fingernails digging into his back bringing blood. She began to cum and hard. He could feel the squirting against his balls. Her clit ring pressing his cock he was going to cum too. Erik let out a long scream "I'm goanna cum Jess!"

"Cum inside me Erik!" Jess screams.

Just then his balls exploded into her. Shooting thick cum into her hot pussy. His body jerking in pleasure. She feels it inside her as she takes him by the hair. She is still panting. She forces his mouth onto her pussy making him taste their juices. As he cleans her pussy out he tastes the sweet mixture of their cum. She feels her cunt emptying into Erik's mouth.

He raises up, his face wet with cum and sweat. She pulls him next to her and lays beside him in his arms. FINALLY TOGETHER. 



Finally Ch. 01



I had married Sam, after having an affair with her.

Sam was everything my first wife was not, sassy, sexy, funny, and an insatiable slut.

Eventually Sam had gotten tired of her husband, he was older, and although a decent lover and provider, he was very conservative and old fashioned. Sam had many lovers during her marriage, and she always like dominant confident men, those that would make everything a dare, a challenge she could not refuse to at least try.

I guess we were destined because I was a pervert, and someone that would push the limits, and we both knew neither would bore the other, especially not in the bedroom.

Before we decided to leave our spouses and spend our lives together, I had to make sure she would not change. I told her upfront, although I had no interest in straying outside the marriage, that she was all the woman I could handle, all the woman that I wanted, no, I need her to maintain having lovers. I knew she loved sex, and that was a large part of the attraction, she was addicted to cocks, lots of cock.

We had played some of those games, and we had discussed fantasies, what we both wanted, but did not know if we could follow through on. Tonight, Sam was going to attempt to fulfill one of mine. We both loved D/s, and normally it would be me being dominant, and her submitting, a role in which she cherished and excelled.

Tonight would be different, because tonight I would be both the dominant, and in a way the submissive. Tonight, Sam was going to come home, after being fucked all night long, then submit herself to me, as the slut she is.

Sam had dressed up, and went out to a favourite bar of hers across town. 

She would have no problem picking up a man, she is reddish-blonde, large tits, with nipples that poked through any bra, long and thick. She is voluptuous, with a nice round ass, that begs to be rubbed up against, but her most seductive feature, would be her eyes and smile.

I sat at home, watching the hockey game, yet not watching it, time slowly dragging on. Hrs. went by, and I eventually fell asleep on the sofa.

I was not sure how long I had been sleeping, but when I heard the door close, the sun was coming up, and there she was. Sam walked into the living room, her hair disheveled, her clothes rumpled, and her face flushed. She looked, almost totally satisfied.

Almost, because if I knew Sam, she wanted one more, me!

Sam came over to where I was, and as I sat up, she leaned over and asked if I was ready for my fantasy to cum true? Was I? I was not totally sure, it is one thing to fantasize, another to actually do it now.

As I was thinking, she leaned into me, the smell of alcohol still on her breath, and she did it. She kissed me, fully, sticking her tongue in mine, swirling around.

I could taste her lipstick, the alcohol and then it hit me, the taste of cum, and not mine either. Instead of being disgusted, I instantly felt my member begin to grow.

Here I finally tasted another man's cum on my gorgeous wife's mouth, and I was enjoying it. I am sure not many men would admit to it, would they?

Sam must have felt me tense up, as she pulled back and had a nervous look in her eyes. You did want this, didn't you, she asked? You haven't had second thoughts?

No, I replied. Babe, you are so sexy, and I am so lucky.

With that, she grabbed me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom. You are going to love this story she told me.

When we got to the bedroom, she took control, telling me to undress and lay on the bed.

She said, you wanted your slut to go out and get fucked, well she did, but it was wilder than even you could have imagined. As she told me this, I began to stoke my cock. She was standing back, leaning on the door, with her tits just about popping out of her top, and she asked, want to hear it all. I stammered, yes, every detail, my cock throbbing, and the veins in it seemingly about to burst.

First things first, you have to promise to be my slut and do everything I tell you, is that clear. I nodded my head in assent. She then told me, I want you to show me how you jerk off, as I take my clothes off, do it slowly so I can see it.

She began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her lacy push up bra, and I reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. I squirted a large dab onto my hand and began stroking my 7", slowly as she had instructed.

As I was stroking, she reached behind to undo her bar, and I noticed what looked like marks across the top of her freckled tits, could they be from a whip?

As the bra fell, my eyes opened right up, and before I could say anything, she brought her finger to her lips, indicating for me not to say a word.

Her breasts definitely had been whipped, but also had bite marks and her nipples looked raw. With a small smile, letting me know that she was glad she had me stunned, she continued disrobing, removing her skirt, garter and stockings. She was standing there in just her panties, when she said, now I can have a treat.

With that, Sam bent over and rolled down her panties, and I could see the same marks across her ass, they had caned her, and it looked like she liked it. I always knew she liked rough sex, but a caning was something we never discussed. My cock grew even harder if that was possible.

The red criss cross marks across her plump ass, almost made me cum right there. I had to grab the base of my cock and squeeze it, to prevent me from shooting too soon.

Before it could subside, I did not notice her come up beside me, and without warning, she stuffed her panties into my mouth. Here is the treat I told you about, and saved this especially for my slut. You wanted other men's cum in me, well it was, and now you have it too. Stunned, her I was sucking my wife's panties full of another man's cum, and I was enjoying it. How times have changed.

Sam reached down and caressed my balls, as I stroked my cock, leaning forward, letting her marked tits slide over my face, she asked if I liked the new looks. Of course with a mouth full of her dirty panties, all I could do was nod.

She said she would relate the story all in good time, as long as I pleased her some more.

Before I could wonder what she meant, she slowly removed the panties, and then climbed up on the bed, straddling my head and said now for the main course, and she lowered her sopping wet cunt right down on to my face. There was no mistaking the smell of semen as she lowered slowly. I looked up, and could see cum starting to seep out of her, dripping and soon, right onto my nose and mouth. I was about to say something, when she reached down, grabbed my hair, and she pulled me tight against her, almost suffocating me, she started to ride her cunt on my face.

As she rocked, I finally got into the rhythm of her movement using my tongue, sticking it in her cum filled pussy. I would lick her clit, and she would convulse, forcing out more cum, which I greedily lapped up. Who would have known, this would be this hot.

I licked and licked, and it seemed like it was never going to end, this guy must have been full of cum. Sam started to cum, and her legs squeezed my head and more cum came out, almost gushing with her juices, and just when I thought that was it, she rose a bit and said, you are not dome yet my dear, now for dessert, and with that, she opened her ass cheeks and I noticed more cum oozing out and she lowered her ass onto my tongue, urging me to clean her out. By now she was into this, calling me her slut, telling me to suck all the cum out of her dirty brown hole, and here I was stroking my cock, all through it.

I licked and prodded, and tasted her ass, a mixture of her musky taste with cum, strangely it was very erotic.

Soon Sam came again, and she rolled off me. Smiling she asked me what she already knew, did you enjoy this?

I replied, more than I even thought I would, how about you?

Oh yes my darling, YES YES YES.

Now, think you are ready to be my man, as I tell you the story of my night?

Definitely!!! 

Get Ready



Finally Ch. 01



"Remember when you first met me?" Olivia asked. She was sitting next to me on my bed and we had just watched "Stardust," one of our favorites. Saturday movie nights were one of our weekly rituals in this last summer before heading off to college. 

Of course I remembered ...

Olivia and I had been best friends forever. When her family moved to our little suburb outside of Milwaukee, she was the only Hispanic kid in my private middle school. On our first day, I stepped in when I saw Olivia crying because some of the other kids were teasing her.

Children can be cruel and, back then, Olivia was an easy target. Her skin was a few shades darker than that of the other kids and she had a slight accent back then because she had grown up speaking only Spanish before her parents moved to the US with her. Olivia's family came to Wisconsin from Houston, where she had fit in much better than in my lily white neighborhood. 

I don't know exactly why I protected her on that first day. I was no angel as a kid and I can't say that I never teased anybody about being chubby or bad at sports or something. But seeing her standing in the hallway, completely defenseless with tears slowly trickling from dark brown eyes down her cheeks, triggered something in me. 

"Knock it off," I said, putting myself between Olivia and the three kids who had been calling her names. I'm not sure what would have happened if they had challenged me but I'm quite certain I wouldn't have backed down. Maybe they had realized that, too, and were just as happy as I was when the bell rang and they hurried to their classrooms. 

I turned to Olivia. 

"Hi, I'm Nicolas. Are you ok?"

She just nodded, wiping the tears from her face with the sleeve of her shirt. 

"Are you new here? Do you know where you are going?" I asked, not ready to end our brief encounter. 

"I think so," she said in a small voice and held out a piece of paper that she had been clutching in her hand. I took it and looked at her schedule. 

"History," I said. "You can walk with me, I'm in the same class."

Olivia looked at me and the apprehension in her eyes was replaced with genuine gratitude. 

"Thank you," she said. "I'm Olivia." 

"Hey Olivia," I responded with a smile. "We better get going. Old Man McDaniels won't like it if we're late on the first day."

That's how we met. 

Olivia and I ended up having a few classes together and it turned out that her family had moved into a house only a couple of blocks away from mine. On that first day, I walked her home and this became a daily routine. We kept spending more and more time together and were inseparable by the end of the fall. Being around her just made me happy and she was the best friend any guy could want. 

I helped Olivia through her first Wisconsin winter. Ironically, she hated the cold but loved snow. She got a lot of that in the first year and I spent our first Christmas break together teaching her how to ski. One day she made it down the hill without falling down. For some reason, I can remember every detail of that moment. Olivia was wearing a white ski suit with a hood and goggles, her cheeks were flushed and she had a big smile on her face. 

"I made it," she shrieked and gave me a hug. Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her lips were so warm against my skin, probably because of the excitement of her first successful run. "Thank you!"

"I knew you could do it!" I said, somewhat embarrassed and wiggled out of her embrace. "Want to go again?"

The triumphant look and the glow had left her face. She looked almost sad but that didn't make any sense because she had just done her first clean run.

"No, let's just head home," Olivia said.

***

By the time we got to high school, our friendship had also brought our families together. Every Sunday, our families had brunch -- alternating between our house and that of the Fuentes. While Olivia had still been teased a bit in middle school (on those increasingly rare occasions when I wasn't around), by the time we got to high school, nobody would dream of doing so again. 

Even then, it was clear that Olivia would grow up to be a stunningly pretty woman. While she was a bit chubby when I met her, a small growth spurt at the end of the 8th grade had taken care of that. For those of our classmates who had not seen her during that summer, the change was staggering. 

Olivia had always had a pretty face, framed by thick, black hair. Her eyes were large and dark brown, so much so that they almost appeared black when she was angry. Her smile was gorgeous and she had a cute pair of dimples accentuating her cheeks. 

As a freshman, her body was beginning to match the beauty of her face, slowly filling in in all the right places as she slowly began her transformation from a cute girl into a beautiful young woman. 

One day, my buddy Jeff stopped me in the hallway. 

"Hey, Nick. I have a question for you." He looked a bit embarrassed and paused for a couple seconds before continuing. "I was thinking about asking out Olivia ..."

Jeff paused again. 

"That's not really a question," I said, with a knot unexpectedly forming in my stomach. I forced a smile. 

"Well, do you mind?" he asked. 

"Um, you know I'm not her brother, right?" I said, trying to defuse the awkwardness. "We're just friends." 

"Right," Jeff said. "So you're cool with me asking then?"

"I guess. But if you don't treat her well, I'll probably kick your ass." 

"Ok," he said and shuffled away. 

I had never thought about the possibility of Olivia having a boyfriend. For some reason, I didn't like it, probably because that would mean that I'd get to spend less time with her and she was my best friend. 

When we walked home that day, I asked her if she had spoken to Jeff. 

"Yeah, funny that you'd bring that up. I was just gonna tell you that he asked me out."

"I thought he might. The weirdest thing happened today. He stopped me in the hall and asked if I minded if he did that. How odd is that?"

Olivia stopped and looked at me with her big eyes.

"What did you say?"

"What was I gonna say?"

I recall there being a frown on Olivia's face. 

"I mean, it's silly that he would ask me, right?" 

Olivia still didn't say anything. 

"Well, I told him I'd kick his ass if he didn't treat you well." 

Finally, there was a reaction as Olivia was unable to conceal a smile. 

"Well," she said. "I told him 'no'."

For some reason, hearing her say that made me happy. 

"What about you?" she asked. "Are you asking anybody out?"

"Dunno," I said and paused while thinking about the question. "I don't think so."

"Let's get some ice cream, Nick. My treat," Olivia said, already skipping ahead. 

*** 

There were a few more times when one of my friends asked me if I minded if they asked out Olivia. I always gave pretty much the same answer. 

When we were kidding around about something one day, I asked her in jest if her friends were doing the same with me. 

"Don't be silly," she said, turning serious. "They know better." 

"What's that even supposed to mean? You're like a Latina Buddha," I laughed and poker her in the ribs. 

Olivia rolled her eyes at me. 

"And you're like a Caucasian idiot." 

That conversation happened not long before she finally did start dating somebody in our sophomore year. By then, there was no dispute that she was the prettiest girl in our school. Naturally, it was the quarterback of the football team, and a senior no less, who finally got her to agree to go out on a date. 

I had heard some stories about his previous conquests and wasn't thrilled about it. I guess it was because I felt that the only guy good enough to date my best friend should only love her. For some reason I was really happy when things fizzled out between them. 

I first heard that they had broken up through the school's rumor mill. Naturally, I was concerned about Olivia. The first chance I got, I pulled her aside and asked her if she was ok. 

"Why?" she asked. 

"Didn't things end with Trent?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, that didn't work out."

"Are you ok?"

She must have seen the look on my face and gave me a hug.

"Yes, Nicolas, I'm ok," she said with barely a whisper, her lips brushing my ear. I remember becoming aware of how good Olivia smelled. "Boys are just idiots sometimes." 

"Good," I said, reluctantly withdrawing from her embrace. After all, we were just friends. "Now you can spend the weekend nights with me again." 

She smiled. 

"I guess."

"You know," I said. "About boys being idiots. Trent wasn't good enough for you anyways. So maybe he didn't realize how awesome you are."

I recall Olivia giving me a strange look before rolling her eyes at me and saying: "Yeah ... that's totally what I was referring to." 

***

While Olivia's dating life was already pretty boring, mine was practically non-existent. I just couldn't find a girl with whom I could envision hanging out all the time. 

I was also pretty busy playing basketball and soccer. I made out with a couple of girls at parties but I didn't understand what all the fuzz was about "hooking up." My friends all made it out to be the most amazing thing in the world. I guess it was nice enough but it didn't blow my mind.

Things changed briefly in the summer after my junior year. I spent three weeks with my uncle in Italy. The first few days really sucked. I missed home. Then I met one of the local girls and she said she wanted to practice English with me. That was fine by me because I definitively had a rush on her. Her name was Sophia and she was very pretty. She had olive skin, black hair, dark eyes and a pretty smile with dimples. 

We met every day for a week and then, three days before my departure, I kissed her. It was better than those kisses at parties back home but it didn't blow me away. 

Before I went to bed, I skyped with Olivia about this new development. 

"You know this girl Sophia I told you about?"

"Yeah ...," Olivia said. 

"I kissed her today," I said. 

Olivia didn't say anything and I thought the screen had frozen. 

"Are you still there?

"Olivia?"

"I'm here," she said, all of a sudden sounding very small and farther away than one continent.

"That's ... quite a surprise, Nick. Did you guys ... just kiss?"

"Yup. It was nice but not great."

Olivia smiled for the first time -- a small, unsteady smile. 

"Check your email," I continued. "I just sent you a picture." 

"I don't know if I want ..." she began before pausing. "Hold on, I'll check it out."

It took her a few seconds to open the file. Then I heard her laugh. 

"THAT is what she looks like?"

"She is pretty, right?" I asked. 

"Umm, I guess, if you like that type," she said and laughed again. "Are you going to see her again before you leave?"

"I don't think so. She told me something about having to go to Milan with her parents."

"Bummer," Olivia said. "Well, I'll see you in a few days. Your parents said I could pick you up from O'Hare."

***

Senior year went by too quickly. I had a really good basketball season and got offered a spot on the team of Hope College, a small Division 3 school in Michigan. Since they were strong academically, I accepted and was pretty happy to be somewhat close to the University of Michigan, which had been Olivia's first choice for the last couple of years. 

One day when I was watching TV in the living room with my parents, I heard the back door open and, moments later, Olivia practically flew in. 

"Guess what," she said out of breath. "I got an art scholarship from Hope College." 

"Wow, that's great! I didn't even know you had applied there."

"Oh, right, I probably just forgot to tell you." 

My mom got up and gave Olivia a big hug. 

"I'm so happy for you dear. Come sit down and tell us all about it." 

By then it had sunk in that, if Olivia accepted, I'd have my best friend with me in college. 

"Are you going to accept?" I asked. 

"Gee, I don't know," she said with a smile. 

"Honey," my mom said turning to my dad. "What do you think the odds are that both of the kids would end up at the same school?" 

I could have sworn that she winked at him when she asked that. 

"Yeah, I'm shocked by the staggering improbability that Olivia might end up going to the same school as Nick."

Sometimes my dad says funny stuff like that. 

In the end, Olivia accepted the scholarship. To celebrate, and as a graduation present, our families took us on a trip to New York shortly after we both turned 18. 

It was a great summer. As usual, Olivia and I spent a lot of time together and we made plans for college when we weren't at the pool, doing day trips or watching movies on Saturday nights. I was so lucky to have her. I don't think I'd ever get tired of hanging out with her, seeing her beautiful smile, making her laugh, smelling her hair, touching her, kiss...

"Hey," Olivia said. "Earth to Nick: Stop daydreaming. I asked you a question. Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Oh my God," I said softly, feeling waves of emotions crash down on me. 

I'm in love with Olivia. 

What does that mean? What's gonna happen? 

"Are you ok?" she asked and snuggled into me, her head laying on my chest. 

"Yes," was the only word I managed to get out.

For the first time I saw Olivia as something other than my best friend. My thoughts were racing. Would this ruin everything? Could I keep it a secret?

Olivia was breathing evenly ... she often fell asleep in my room after movie night. I smelled her hair and my hand was on the small of her back where her shirt had ridden up a little so that my fingers rested on her skin. 

I had to say it just once. 

"I love you," I whispered, needing to hear those words come from my own lips. 

Olivia shuddered and my fingers could feel the temperature of her skin spike. 

She turned to me, tears running down her cheeks.

"Finally," she said softly, and kissed me on the lips for the first time. 

And, finally, I understood. Everything. 

Olivia had been waiting for me to figure this out, probably for years, maybe from that first day, and I finally had. It must have been so hard for her sometimes, with me stupidly not understanding what she already knew, but probably never giving up on our love. 

And when I felt her soft lips on mine, I finally also understood what all the fuzz about making out was about. I felt everything at once: Mostly an indescribable love for Olivia, but also regret for having taking so long to figure it out and, of course, desire. 

I tried to put all of that in the first kiss, tracing her lips very lightly with the tip of my tongue until she opened them and the kiss became more passionate. I don't know how long it lasted and I never wanted it to end, but I also wanted to tell her how I felt. 

I reluctantly withdrew from her lips and looked into Olivia's beautiful dark eyes. 

"I love you. I'm sorry that it took me so long."

She smiled the most beautiful smile I had ever seen on her face.

"It doesn't matter now. I always believed that you'd figure it out and I had you as my best friend while I waited."

And with her words and that smile, she washed away any feeling of guilt and regret.

"Anyways," Olivia said, jabbing me softly in the ribs, "I told you that boys are idiots sometimes. So obviously I'd have to give you more time."

"Oh!" I exclaimed in mock outrage. 

"Shush," Olivia whispered, pressed her body to mine and kissed me again, this time with greater urgency.

My hand came to rest at the small of her back again. Olivia's skin was so soft, and even though I must have touched her a thousand times before, everything felt different now. 

She shifted and trapped one of my legs between her own, drawing me even closer. At the same time, my hand moved up her back, touching every part of her skin. Eventually, I reached the strap of her bra and lightly traced alongside it with a finger until I reached the clasp. 

Sensing no hesitancy or resistance from Olivia whatsoever, I tried to open it with one hand. Inexperienced as I was, this proved quite difficult. 

"Um," I murmured into her mouth.

Olivia broke the kiss with a laugh. 

"I've waited long enough for this, I don't have the time to let you figure out bras." She reached behind her back, flicked the bra open, wiggled a little and, as though by magic, removed it through one sleeve of her t-shirt. "Actually, I'm really happy that you aren't good at opening bras."

The way she said it made it sound a bit like an unspoken question. 

"I've never opened any bras," I said truthfully.

Olivia sighed contently before kissing me again. 

All of a sudden, I was very much aware of one of her braless breasts pushing into me, separated only by the fabric of two t-shirts. With my thigh nestled between her legs, I could also feel Olivia's softness there. I noticed that I was hard and that Olivia must be able to feel it but I wasn't embarrassed about it at all. I could feel her leg moving against my erection and her hips against my thigh. 

My hand had slipped under her t-shirt again, this time touching Olivia's side. She shifted to give me better access. Slowly, my fingers explored her body and eventually reached the swell of her young breasts. 

"Yeah," she whispered, encouraging me to go on.

Inexplicably, her breast was firm and soft at the same time and it was the greatest thing I had ever felt. I thought kissing her could not be topped, but kissing her and touching her breast was the best thing in the world. I was sure of it. Nothing could be better. 

When I brushed her nipple for the first time, Olivia moaned into my mouth. 

"Be gentle," she warned, as I lightly rubbed my fingertips across it. Then I cupped her full breast and took the nipple between my thumb and index finger.

"Hmm," she said, her hips moving against my thigh between her legs. "Just like that."

I moved my hand to the other breast and did the same thing there. 

"Wait," Olivia said, and took off her shirt. She might have asked me to remove mine as well but I was too mesmerized by the sight of my first breasts to pay attention. I had no idea about cup sizes, but as far as I was concerned, they were perfect. Not too big or too small, a beautiful shade of brown with dark areolas and nipples that proudly jutted out. 

"Wow."

"Do you like them?" she asked. "Maybe you should give them a kiss."

There was nothing I wanted more. I leaned forward and kissed ever part of her breast before flicking my tongue across her nipple, which elicited another moan. Then I closed my lips around it and lightly sucked. 

"Yes, yes, yes," Olivia said. "That feels so good." 

As though it had a mind of its own, my hand, which had been holding her other breast, made its way down Olivia's firm stomach all the way to the hem of the short skirt she was wearing. She opened her legs for me and I let my hand trail up the inside of her thigh. 

I felt the fabric of her panties for the first time and moved my fingers across them. As I reached the center, I could tell that they were soaked. I rubbed Olivia there with my entire hand and my fingers could feel the opening between her legs.

Olivia's hand brushed by mine and I could tell that she was pushing her panties to one side.

"Put a finger in me, Nick," she urged and I was happy to comply.

She was so wet and soft and it was a tight fit even for one finger. I pushed it in as far as I could and Olivia's hips met me, trying to draw me even deeper inside of her. 

After a few moments of this, Olivia sat up.

"This is amazing, Nick, but I can't wait any longer."

She slipped off her skirt and panties giving me a first look at her shaved mound. 

"You, too," she said and tugged on my shirt. Once that lay crumpled on the floor, she opened the button of my shorts and pulled them down. I lifted my hips to make it easier for her and the boxers quickly followed. 




Finally Ch. 01



"Oh," she said, and took me in her hand. 

"What?" I asked.

"I've never seen one before, silly. I was waiting for yours. It's beautiful."

She leaned down and took the tip of it in her mouth. 

"Olivia," I moaned and she slowly moved her mouth up and down the shaft a couple of times before releasing me.

"That was amazing," I said. 

"Don't worry, I'll do that later," she said, laid down on my bed and pulled me on top of her. 

"I don't have any ..." I started. 

"Don't be silly, I have been on the pill for two years. I never want anything to be between us when we're making love."

Olivia kissed me and opened her legs. 

She took me in her hand and guided me to her opening. 

"Go slowly in the beginning," she said.

I could feel her heat and wetness against her tip as I parted her lips. Complying with her wishes, I moved slowly, even though I wanted to be as deeply inside of Olivia as I could. 

I felt some resistance. 

"I love you," we both said at the same time. I pushed forward and her hips met me as we took the virginities that we had been saving for each other, she knowingly and me oblivious to my own feelings.

Olivia winced for a split second and I paused. 

"Just give me a moment," she said and kissed me passionately, her breasts pressed against my body and me deep inside of her. 

It was Olivia who started moving first and I quickly matched her rhythm. I was wrong again. Kissing and feeling her breasts wasn't the greatest thing in the world. But being deep inside of Olivia while feeling her body against mine and then kissing her definitively was. 

We got lost in our lovemaking and time seemed to stop. 

This being my first time, I knew I would not last long but I wanted to hold out for Olivia for as long as I could. I slowed down a couple of times, trying to stay composed and not carried away by lust and passion. But Olivia always drew me back deep inside of her, urging me on. 

When her breathing got faster and a silent shudder ran through her body, I felt an immense sense of satisfaction. 

"That was ridiculous," she exhaled. "I didn't think it would be this good."

Then she added with a smile: "This time I'm glad you waited. That was very sweet. Now it's your turn."

"Our turn," I corrected her.

I looked down our bodies and couldn't believe that it was me sliding in and out of her, that we were having sex. Olivia spread her legs to allow me to be inside of her as deeply as possibly. 

We picked up the pace and she must have sensed that my excitement was building. 

"Yes, Nick. Do it. I want to feel it."

I could sense the onset of my own orgasm building.

"Olivia ...," was all I managed to say.

"Love me, cum in me. I want to feel it."

I pushed in her as far as I could when the first spurt came and then another. That triggered Olivia's second orgasm, this one more intense, and she dug her nails into my back while I kissed her to prevent her from screaming out loud. 

I stayed inside of her as long as I could and when I finally withdrew, our juices trickled down Olivia's thigh. She dipped a finger in it and gave it a taste.

"I like it," she said. We gotta try that next."

Olivia snuggled against me and we kissed and talked and kissed again before physical and emotional exhaustion got the better of us and we drifted off to sleep.

We made love three more times during the night and once again after waking up. 

Afterwards, it really hit me for the first time that everything would be different now. I had a girlfriend -- the only one I ever wanted to be with.

When I got a towel for Olivia, I heard my mom rummaging in the kitchen and realized it was Sunday, our usual day for brunch with Olivia's family. 

Olivia was sitting on the bed, wearing a pair of my shorts and one of my t-shirts. 

"We need to tell them, right?" I asked. 

"Yes, I think so, silly."

"They'll be really surprised," I laughed. "I bet they didn't see this coming." 

"Yeah, right," Olivia rolled her eyes. She took me by the hand and we made our way down the stairs. 

My mom was holding a bowl of fruit when we walked into the kitchen.

"Mom, we gotta tell you something." 

She turned around and, when she saw us standing together, hand in hand, she shrieked, dropped the bowl and rushed to embrace Olivia. 

"Finally!" my mom said, much to my confusion. Apparently, everybody had known about this but me.



Finally Ch. 02



He pulled away, undressing for her, making a show of it. He was well built, his rigid member standing out from his body, long, twitching with every beat of his heart. A clear, glistening drop of precum drew her eyes to him and she blushed as she could not stop the moan of appreciation that slipped from her.

"Do you want me?" He whispered, slowly stroking himself, stepping so that the tip was inches from her mouth. 

"Yes... please..." Her voice shook as she tried to kiss the tip, only to have him step back.

"Not yet." She nearly sobbed when he said that. With a smile he went back to exploring, teasing her pulsing button, bringing her to the edge and then bringing her back.

He drank the nectar that flowed from her, tongue lapping eagerly at her flesh. He sucked her button, moaning as she flooded his mouth with her sweet juices. This was what he had looked for, dreamed of. Now she was here and he wanted her to scream with pleasure--to never want to leave.

She was going mad. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his length filling her. "Please! I need you!"

He moved up her body, kissing the warm, sweat slicked flesh lovingly. "When I take you, nothing will ever feel as good, no one will ever take my place." He kissed her fiercely. "Say it..."

She looked into his eyes, hers glazed with need. "No one but you..."

He pressed into her as deeply as he could, feeling the extra tightness as he entered her womb. She cried out as he shifted, holding her legs up against his chest as he thrust in and out with agonizing slowness. He watched her and also glanced at the sight of his thickness moving in and out of her, parting the sweetly swollen lips that looked like the petals of a dew kissed rose. 

He drove her to the first of many orgasms, thrilled at the sight of her breasts heaving as she thrashed beneath him. He then began to thrust harder, driving himself into her and allowing one hand to stroke her button mercilessly. 

She was screaming out as she climaxed over and over. When he moved to thrust his manhood into her mouth she took it eagerly, sucking it down into her throat as her hands stroked and caressed his sac. He clutched her hair as he watched her suckling him. He would fill her womb with his seed later--for now he wanted to see her suck him dry, take him into her, feed from him.

With a howl he exploded, moaning as she missed not a drop of his offering to her. She sucked until nothing was left, whimpering when he pulled away to settle beside her. He held her close, cuddling her and whispering. "The night is yet young, we will share ourselves many times before the dawn comes." He kissed her neck tenderly. "Next I will show you pleasure and pain..." 

She was dazed, sated. Never had a man made her feel like this. She lay there, moaning softly every time her tender nipples brushed his skin. When they had slept a while he awoke her with a kiss.

"Now... to experience pain."

He rolled her over and brought his hand down on her rounded ass. She cried out and moaned. He spanked her until her ass was red and she was writhing in need. Then he pulled her from the bed and guided her to a special room. She gaped as he settled her on a padded table and strapped her arms and legs down. Her legs were far apart and she whimpered as he took a thin whip from a shelf. 

"Noooo..."

His reaction was quick. He struck her across the breasts hard with the leather whip.

"Yes... and you will soon beg for more..."

She soon was lost in a world of pain and pleasure. He would spank, pinch, bite... then plunge his tongue, fingers or manhood inside her. She was brought close to climax numerous times and dropped back each time. Her body was burning from the welts and the aching in her loins. She was sobbing as he teased her yet again. Then with a savage move he slammed into her, pounding her swollen sex roughly. 

He gripped her hips as he filled her with himself. As she rammed back against him he felt his release approaching. As she screamed out, he filled her with his seed, almost feeling it hit the walls of her fertile womb. He reached down and pinched her button, making her climax again.

"Yessss" 

The word came out as a hiss as she tightened around him. He withdrew and undid her bonds. With surprising strength he carried to the bath and tenderly cleaned her and dressed her hurts. He placed her in bed and held her tightly as she drifted off to sleep. 

"Sleep well beloved... tomorrow I will make you truly mine... for all eternity."

CHAPTER TWO

Morning passed... then afternoon. It was dusk by the time she opened her eyes. He was already awake and gazing at her with an odd expression that bespoke of too many emotions to untangle.

She touched his cool face and whispered. "I don't even know your name..."

He smiled, capturing her hand and kissing the palm, all too aware of the sweet scent of her blood as it pumped through her veins.

"My name Anton Dupree."

His voice made her shiver and she moved closer to him, wondering why he was so cool to the touch. She looked up at him, losing herself in his silver/grey eyes.

"I'm Marissa Collins..."

He kissed her deeply, tongue dancing with hers as he trailed his sharp nails down her spine. When he pulled back he gave her a enigmatic look.

"I must leave for a while... you will stay here. There is no need for you to return to your home. All your things will be here tonight. Just rest and await my return."

Before she could speak he was dressed and gone. He had to feed and quickly. Normally what he had consumed before he arrived at the party the night before would have lasted him days. He was very old and did not need as much as the younger ones of his kind. 

But the sexual activity had burned all his reserves and he was desperately hungry. He vanished into the night in search of the blood he needed to survive.

Marissa lay there for some time. she was almost afraid to explore... but hunger drove her out of bed. She found a well stocked kitchen and made herself a tray with fruits and cheeses. On a whim she poured herself a glass of wine and padded back into the bedroom.

She looked around the room as she ate. All of it was so... elegant. She saw what appeared to be antiques lining the walls, books that seemed to be just as old. She even saw scrolls in an airtight glass case.

Anton had made her feel beautiful, sexual. She finished her meal and was just going to wash her dishes when a hulking man walked in. She yelped and cowered on the bed in fear. He ignored her and began to haul in boxes and things. One by one he settled them in a huge walk in closet, never once uttering a word to her.

The city was shrouded in darkness as Anton slipped in and out of the shadows. He slipped into a club filled with young mortals. He blended in and watched. He was picky about his meals... no drug filled junkies or drunken fools for him. Their blood tasted dirty, tainted to him.

Finally he saw her... dancing wildly, drunk on the music and alone. He was suddenly at her side. She smiled at him and kept dancing, too innocent to know the danger she was in. He danced with her, cloaking himself so that no one paid him any mind. Only her... she of the pale blonde locks and blood that smelled of summer.

Soon they were dancing closer and he pulled her to him for a searing kiss. She responded eagerly, slender arms going around his neck. He did not enjoy the contact. She was not his queen... his Marissa. He pulled her into a shadowy corner and kissed down her neck. 

She was moaning in pleasure and pressing closer to him. He felt no remorse for what he was about to do. He had been using mortals for food for too long to care about their insignificant little lives. He sank his fangs into her jugular, tingling as her sweet blood filled his mouth. She gasped once and then was silent as he drained her dry. 

He was licking his lips as he scooped up her lifeless body and escaped out of a storeroom window. She would be given to his pets as a treat. Two more women died that night before his hunger was slaked. Two more treats for his pets.

Marissa waited until the odd giant had gone before going through her things. She knew she should be afraid of all this... but Anton had a grip on her that she found she enjoyed. For once in her life she was not going to second guess her instincts.

She was just opening a third box when Anton came into the room. She smiled and went to him when he held out his hand. He was warm again and his lips tasted sweeter than ever when he kissed her.

He was nuzzling her neck when he whispered her name reverently. "Marissa... my queen." He pulled back and led her to the large library room he had. A silent servant brought her a silk robe and wine before gliding away again.

He settled in a chair across from hers and began to speak. "What I am about to tell you my love is a long story and one you might not believe. All I ask is you listen and remain quiet until the end." When she nodded he went on.

"I was born in what is now France well over three thousand years ago. I worked the land just as my mortal father did. We were gathers... planters of crops. I had a wife... a woman much like you. She was my life.

Marissa couldn't help but hear the pain in his deep voice and she ached for him. Part of her began to realize that it was truth he spoke... but that would make him something that was impossible... wasn't it?

He went on, staring into space. "We were expecting our first child when invaders came. They took her from me... used her brutally then slit her throat. I escaped... barely. I hid in the woods, healing, planning. A man found me. He took me in, healed me.

He taught me things and treated me as a son. One night, when the moon shone full he took my mortal life from me and gave me an eternal one."

At her stunned look he whispered. "Yes Marissa, I am a vampire... one of the undead. I learned and grew strong under his care. Then I sought the men that took my love from me. One by one I drained them of their blood, then tore their shells into pieces in my rage and grief.

I loved her so. She had a smile that would make a room light up in the darkest of times. She was kind, loving, gentle. I thought killing the ones who took her life would ease my pain... I was sadly mistaken. Years went by, decades, then centuries and still I ached with loneliness."

His eyes met hers and she saw that the memories had dulled them. She moved to sit at his feet, resting her head on his knee and offering silent support. He stroked her hair absently as he went on.

"I began to search, hoping to find one I could spend all eternity with. Even as I killed time and time again to survive, I sought the one life I would want to keep. I grew cultured as my sire did. What he learned he taught to me. We traveled the world, feeding, growing older and stronger.

He did not understand my need for love... but did not deny me the chance to find it. there were other siblings along the way. But once trained he walked away from them... me he kept close. Perhaps it was because I was the first he created... perhaps he was attracted sexually, not that he ever touched me in that manner. All I know is that he was my constant companion."

He paused as a servant stepped in. The man handed Anton a glass of... blood. Marissa watched as he sipped from it and without thinking kissed a drop of the ruby red liquid from his lips. Anton stared at her in amazement. He kissed her in return, a soft moan slipping past his lips.

It was with great effort that he continued his story, only now he had her in his lap, holding her tightly to him.

We were in Egypt when it happened. He went hunting alone as I studied a set of scrolls we had found. He was caught by two of my brothers. They resented his interest in me and took it out on him. He called to me once... then all was silent. I raced to him, only to just have time to watch him die as they burned him. I went mad I think. I killed them both, tearing them apart." 

He rested his head on her breasts, sounding so weary... so forlorn. She stroked his silken hair, tears in her eyes. He spoke again, voice deeper with remembered grief.

"I have been alone for so long my love... searching for you. Please... allow me to bring you over... to keep you at my side for all time. Do not doom me to eternal pain."

Marissa made him look at her and then kissed him deeply. She stroked his smooth cheek as she spoke. "Anton... if someone had told me I would be here... right now listening to a vampire I would have laughed at them. But now..." She tilted her head back, exposing her throat to him. "Make me one with you... for all time."

There was no fear. She loved this being that had swept into her life. He had made her feel wanted... needed. she could not imagine herself being anywhere but here with Anton.

Anton gazed at her for several long moments. After all this time, what he had looked so hard for was in his grasp. His hand gently gripped the back of her neck as he lowered his mouth to her throat. "Thank you." 

Then his fangs sank into her, her precious blood spilling over his lips. Marissa clung to him until her vision began to fade, even as death took her there was no fear. She trusted him to bring her back. Anton held her tightly as her heartbeat slowed, then stopped.

With loving care he carried her to their bed. He settled her there tenderly, smoothing her hair from her face. Once he knew she was ready he made a cut on his wrist and held it over her lips, letting the dark fluid slide down her throat. 

Marissa woke with a cry of agony as the vampiric blood changed her. Anton held her as she screamed and writhed. Her body burned from the inside out as the changes took place. Then she collapsed in his arms, eyes looking to his in amazement.

"I am... hungry." She whispered softly. He smiled and offered her his wrist. Her fangs extended as she drank deeply from her lover. When he pulled away, she smiled at him, licking a gleaming droplet from her lips.

Anton stretched out beside her as dawn broke over the city. "Sleep beloved. When darkness falls we hunt and I introduce you to your new world...

Slumber came quickly. Curled up in each others arms, the vampires rested safe in the knowledge that they would have each others love until all time ended.



Finally Ch. 02



The next day started out wonderful, they had no idea where the turn of event would lead them that night. After talking for so long only using meaningless words typed on a screen. Conversation was mostly slow at first. It was more like they were taking each others physical characteristics in. Such as the way the morning sun reflected off of her hair, the way she smiled constantly. .And Erik, the way he watched Jess in amazement, the way he looked at her. They had spoken of hidden fantasies, needs and desires online for so long. It was like a dream that this was actually happening.

Even though the thoughts of what had happened the night before were still fresh in their memory. They were able to use the day light for sight seeing, great conversation, holding hands and just talking. 

When evening came around Jess decided it was time to fulfill a few of Erik's fantasies. Jess called a mutual friend of theirs named Amber. She was equally beautiful as Jess, but slightly shyer and less experienced. Erik had also chatted with Amber on the net and seen many pictures of her. He thought she was beautiful. Amber arrived fifteen minutes later bringing a bottle of Amaretto and sweet and sour mix for the drinks. She walked through the door wearing a pair of short jean shorts and a whit tank top with spaghetti straps. You could tell she was not wearing a bra; her nipples were sticking out through the material. Her legs were so perfect and tan and just seemed to go on and on. Her long sandy blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She looked amazing. Jess heard Amber come in, running from the kitchen, she told her to sit down and keep Erik occupied while dinner was cooking.

Amber and Erik sat and chatted about things. How nice it was to meet in person FINALLY. Jess called Amber into the kitchen and they served dinner. All through dinner Erik couldn't get over the fact how lucky he was to be sitting so close to two such beautiful girls. Jess looked amazing as well, she was wearing black halter top (no bra of course) her breasts were overflowing in that top, her nipples were so hard and a small tight fitting pair of jean shorts. Her long brown hair was flowing over her shoulders. And that smile.. it was amazing. After dinner the three of them headed to the living room for drinks. They sat on the couch putting Erik in the middle. 

After a few drinks things started loosening up. Jess started kissing Erik's neck and began to lick his ears. Erik was trying to readjust so the bulge in his pants wouldn't show. With his cock getting harder it was getting hard to conceal. Jess kept kissing him and rubbing him. Easing her hand up his stomach she relieved him of his shirt. Amber was watching her friend in amazement. She couldn't believe Jess was doing this in front of her. Jess grabbed a handful of Erik's hair and snapped his neck back sucking and biting on his neck. Erik moaning, sat there with his neck still back. Jess gave Amber the look; it was the signal that they had discussed earlier in the evening. It was time to make Erik's fantasy come true.

Jess started kissing Erik passionately. He felt a sensation on his nipple. He realized that it was Amber; she was sucking and biting at his nipple. He felt two hands rubbing his cock through his pants. One hand belonged to Jess the other to Amber. They were pawing at his hard cock. His body was shaking in pleasure, his cock throbbing. Jess placed her hands on his button and began to relieve him of his pants. Sliding his pants down slowly, kissing his bare legs as they became available. Jess on one leg and Amber on the other. Not breaking eye contact as they kissed their way down. Jess and Amber kissed their way back up his leg stopping at the cloth that separated them from Erik's manhood. They looked at each other, smiled and each grabbed a corner of his underwear with their teeth. Erik gently raised and allowed them to remove his underwear using only their teeth. Revealing Erik's massive hard thick cock. 

Standing in front of Erik, Jess and Amber face each other and begin to slowly undress for Erik's viewing pleasure. They remove each others shorts slowly, remove each others shirts they stand there wearing only matching red thongs. He then knows this was a planned seduction. Jess stands in front of Erik; she places his hands on her perfect hips and makes him take off her red thong. She is naked before him, her perfect body and shaven pussy was ready for the taking. Jess then pulls Amber over to him for Erik to undress her. Although her breasts were not as large as Jessica's, they were still beautiful. Jess standing behind Amber reaches around, takes Erik's hands in hers and helps him remove her red thong. Amber was not completely shaven like Jess; she had a small landing strip. As he removed her thong he noticed a glisten between her legs. She was soaking wet.

They both take Erik by the hand and lead him to the bedroom. Jess took some pillows and propped Erik's head up against the headboard kissing him as she went. Jess looks in his eyes and whispers in his ear, this is for you. She pulls away from Erik and grabs Amber by the ponytail, forcing her mouth on Erik's cock. Jess says in a deep demanding tone "SUCK IT!....Get on your knees whore and suck it!"

Amber moaned, as she took the entire shaft down her throat. Erik's head snapped back in ecstasy. Jess took control of Amber's head, pulling her up by the hair and slamming her face on his hard cock. Jess starts biting and tugging hard on Erik's nipples. Looking in each others eyes as Amber sucks him hard. Erik begins to explore Jessica's body with his hands, reaching down between her legs he feels how soaked Jess is. He pulls back his finger to taste her wetness. He takes his fingers and places it on her clit ring. Tugging it gently at first, Jess gives out a low moan. The he pulls it down hard, Jess screams with pleasurable pain. Jess wants to taste his cock, she reaches down and pulls Amber from his cock. Leaving it about to burst and all shiny and wet. Amber pulls the pillows from beneath his head and straddles his face. Using only his tongue, Erik slips it between her hot lips and tastes her wetness. His tongue running outside of each lip sucking her hard swollen clit. Amber starts bucking at his face, practically fucking his tongue. Moaning and screaming just then he feels wetness on his cock. So warm and wet. It is Jess, she has his cock in her mouth sucking and nibbling. The intense pleasure overload gets the best of him. Jess can feel his balls and knows he is going to cum. She sucks harder and harder until he explodes his cum in her mouth and down her throat. There was so much cum she had trouble keeping it in her mouth. She opened her mouth and let the overflow fall across her chin and onto her breasts.

While Erik is still pleasing Amber with his tongue, Jess needs to cum. She straddles Erik's half limp cock and places it in her hot pussy. Quickly coming alive again, Jess starts riding him hard. Slamming her hot pussy on his cock. Both girls are now moaning and screaming in pleasure. Amber screams loudly and fills Erik's mouth with cum. Amber rolls off to the side laying there in pure pleasure. and Jess is riding him hard. He pulls Jess off of him and in one swift move slams her body under his. Placing her legs on his shoulders Erik fucks Jess so hard she starts screaming." FUCK ME ERIK FUCK ME HARDER!" 

Slamming her pussy his balls slamming her ass, he feels her getting tighter and wetter. Jess cums screaming "YES YES OH MY GOD YES!"

Erik climbs off Jessica still needing to cum again. He looks at Jess and she nods. Jess lies down beside Amber and strokes her hair. Comforting Amber, Jess takes Ambers legs and pulls them up high. "Hold your legs open Amber." Jess says

Amber does what she is told not knowing what is next. Jess reaches in the drawer and gets a bottle of lube out. Squirting it on Amber's ass she now knows what is going to happen. As the cold lube hits her hole it puckers in fear. "It's Ok Amber; you said you always wanted to try it. This is your chance" Jess reassures her.

Erik placed his hard cock on her puckered hole. As Erik pushed harder the puckered hole began to give away. He could feel the tip of his cock in her virgin ass. He could feel his cock being gripped tighter than it ever has. Amber screams no no please no and Jess strokes her hair comforting her. Having Jess comfort Amber was so hot. Erik slowly works his cock back and forwards until he is buried in her ass. Amber begins to moan in pleasure instead of pain. Amber reaches down and spreads her cheeks so Erik can watch his cock engulf her ass." Fuck my ass ERIK..FUCK IT HARDER!" Amber screams.

He can't take the tightness anymore; he slams his cock in hard and cums in her ass. As he pulls out he watches his cum ooze from her now gaping ass. 

They all three lay there, bodies twitching in pleasure some pain. Wondering what the rest of Erik's visit has in store for them.



Finally Ch. 02



After resting for a bit, Sam noticed my hard on was still there, she leaned over and removed my hand, grabbed the lube, squeezed some out onto her hand and began stroking my cock very slowly, pulling back the foreskin, coating the head, and then stroking me some more.

She said, are you ready to hear about my night of debauchery? Was I? Christ, this is what I had been waiting to hear and live for yrs.

She told me, that she wanted me to make her tell me, to switch roles, and damn that sounded good to me, because I am normally a dominant lover, and although I must admit to enjoy the change of scenery earlier, this what I really love, to be in control, and to have her tell me all about her sexual exploits and with this being true and being very recent, only made it that much more exciting and me that much harder.

I got off the bed and went to the closet, and brought out or toys. I love accessories in the bedroom.

I placed the bag of toys on the nightstand, and lay on the bed beside her, and told her to start at the beginning.

She said the evening started out like most of the nights that she goes on her private dates. She went and sat at the bar, checking it out. She ordered a drink and looked around and there were a few business men, standing, chatting and talking work. It was the typical Friday night work crowd. In the corner, there were a few women, obviously single either releasing tension or out to get laid.

All of a sudden over in the far corner were 4 very good looking men, around 35ish, dressed in business clothes, but the jackets were over the chairs. Knowing Sam has a thing for younger men (Sam being mid-forties) I asked if one in particular caught her eye. She told me to be quiet and she would get to that soon enough.

I had been fingering her wet cunt, loving the feeling of the remaining cum, but felt I had better let her know who was boss, so reached up, grabbed a nipple and twisted it hard. She let out a groan, and I reminded her, that she was in charge earlier, and I was in charge now. She gave me a grin, and continued with her story.

She said she looked the guys up and down, but thought because of the age, and the four of them, that she would not have much luck there.

Within minutes one of the guys came up to the bar to get a drink, and made sure he was right beside her, even though the bar itself had plenty of empty chairs.

She caught him trying to look her up and down, and when Sam smiled, and he shyly said hi. While waiting for his drink, she caught him, this time trying to look down her top, as her push up bra was definitely making sure her 38 DD tits were on display. The guy grabbed his drink, and went back to his buddies, and within minutes another one came up beside her and ordered a drink. This one being a bit bolder, told her that her perfume was heavenly. Sam, a sucker for any compliment said thank you, and mentioned that him and his buddies looked like they were out for some fun.

He took the bait and introduced himself as Craig, and that he and his friends were actually in town for business meetings, and that they has just wrapped up today, but seeing how it was late, their respective planes would not be leaving until the next day.

Craig then asked Sam if she was waiting on anyone, and she introduced herself and replied no, that she had just finished work, and there was no sense going home, as her husband was out of the country on business and would not be home until later the next week.

Craig seized the opportunity and mentioned that they were about to leave and go to a Steak House down town, closer to their hotel, and if she wanted she could join them and not have to eat alone.

Sam, being coy, looked nervous and said she was not sure that was such a good idea. Craig turned around and waved his friends to come over, and they walked over, Suit Jackets over their shoulder, he said guys this is Sam, she is all alone tonight, and I think we should invite her for dinner, what's every one say.

Well of course, all the guys were for it, encouraging her to come along, that they were all good guys, and that some female company at dinner would be a good thing.

Sam conceded and agreed to go, and they all went outside, and flagged down a cab. Once in the cab Craig told them Sam's name, and proceeded to introduce Steve, Jason and Derek. Sam was sure, she wouldn't remember their names and to be honest didn't care, it was their cocks she was interested in.

By now I was really interested and began scooping out the cum mixture from her cunt and smearing it on her nipples and then sucking them hard, biting them.

Sam's eyes rolled and she continued her story.

Derek mentioned something along the idea of, it was nice to have a woman so the guys did not act like pigs at dinner, but Sam said do not be nice on my account, and everyone laughed.

She was sitting between Jason and Craig. Craig had his hand on her thigh, and Jason had reached and put his arm over her shoulder, and when they turned a corner, she rolled over fell on to Jason, and Craig reached out to help her up, and managed to grab one breast, and he said sorry, just helping. Sam laughed and said help yourself, and with that, the guys realized they were in for a fun evening. Jason then grabbed her, and kissed her, while Craig reached in her top and began mauling her tits. The other two guys were watching along with the cabbie.

Sam was feeling their cocks through the pants and as they grew, she would make her palm pulse around the cocks making them jump. All too soon, they arrived at the restaurant, and the composed themselves to go inside.

They ordered some wine, had a nice dinner, and of course flirted like crazy. Craig said you know guys; we should invite Sam back to the hotel for a nightcap. Of course all the guys jumped at the chance. Sam pretended to beg off, but eventually agreed.

By now, I wanted to fuck her, but did not want to cum to so, so I took out a pocket vibrator and circled her nipples with it, making then stand up at least 1 ". I had expected one guy, not 4, no wonder there was so much cum in her cunt.

Sam went on, telling me that once they got to the room, Steve, the only one that had not had a feel yet, kissed her up against the wall, and began lifting her skirt and caressing her ample ass. While he was doing that, the others took the jackets off and got some drinks for everyone. It was then that Jason said, man, now we don't have to call that hooker. You could have heard a pin drop. The other guys stared at him as if he was about to be shot. Sam, laughed and said a hooker, hell guys, this is going to be better than any hooker you might have hired. With that the tension was broken.

Sam stood up and began to undress, and the guys stared in disbelief.

As her nipples became exposed, they gasped and you could hear the air leaving the room in approval, and as she eventually stood in just her red garters and stockings, the guys took their cocks out and began rubbing them, almost in unison, which made Sam chuckle.

Sam took control and told Steve to sit there, and she knelt in front of him, and she told the rest to get out of the clothes, the fun was about to begin. While the others stripped, Sam began sucking Steve's cock, it was average length, but nice and thick, and she easily swallowed it, slurping away noisily, when she felt hands come around her and begin to twist her nipples, she let out a long throaty groan Soon she felt fingers in her wet pussy and her tits being stretched in different directions.

Somebody lay underneath her and began licking her cunt, and she was lost in her own world.

Eventually they pulled her to the middle of the room, and told to finger herself so they could watch. Craig stood up, dipped his cock in some wine and offered it to her as she fingered her pussy, and the greedy slut just lapped it up to the cheers of the others.

Sam sucked, someone playfully slapped her ass, and she moaned. Derek said I think she likes it rough. The guys laughed and Craig pulled his cock out of her mouth and asked her, is it true, do you like it rough? Sam managed to say yes, and Craig said so you are a total slut, and again her response was yes.

Craig motioned for Derek to take over and have her suck his cock, which she did thirstily.

By now I need more, and I reached into our bag, and too out the lassos I has specially made. I told Sam the slut to get on her knees and I reached around her back until I could reach one nipple and attached a noose and cinched it up tight, making the nipple pop right out, then the other one, tightening the nooses up until they hurt her. I looked into her eyes to make sure the pan was bearable yet that it maintained an ache that needed satisfying. With the connecting chain over her back, I told her she was now my mare and I her stallion and I began to ride her, pulling on the reins, making sure that it pulled her tits and nipples from side to side. I loved the power.

I told her to continue, as I began to slowly fuck her.

She said she was sucking Derek, and could feel hands in her cunt, and on her tits, but she was unaware whose was whose.

Just then, she felt a bite on her tits, and she yelped, then a bite on the other one. She was not sure what to do, but she loved the sensation.

Since she did not stop them, Craig must have thought the bitch loved this stuff and without her knowing he went and got a small cane from his luggage, apparently he had done this before.

Sam had not seen it yet, and she could feel her self being directed toward the sofa, cock still in her mouth, hands guiding her.

Still sucking cock, they positioned her doggy style as if she was about to be entered, Hand now grabbing her tits, pinching her nipples hard, and holding her arms, she felt the first blow. Derek was lucky she did not bite his cock off, instead releasing it with a howl and turning to see what was happening.

She could see Craig standing there, can in hand and smiling. She was not sure whether to be mad or not, as the stinging soon turned to a sexy burning. Craig seeing the flush come over her and then gave her another one, this time across the first one. The stinging was hot, yet erotic. Craig then grabbed her by the hair and told her bluntly, you are our cunt for the night, right??? All Sam could do was nod, even though she had tears, but they were tears of joy, and excitement. 



Finally Ch. 02



That he was walking away from her, that she had just masturbated to orgasm in a public bus, that her finger was still idly slipping back and forth across her clit, sending sweet shooting spasms through her nipples each time her finger slipped from one side to the other of her love button, was all muted in her mind behind the thought that  finally she'd achieved the release that had been building in her body all day. Not that it was enough, not by a long shot.  I'd have fucked him right here if he'd just waited, just sat down beside me. I could have pulled him out and sat on his lap and...

Her mind had begun to return to the present, to reality, despite her wanton thoughts, and she suddenly realized that she was sitting in a bus, her finger resting on her clit with her dress around her waist. Her head snapped up, her eyes clearing even as her face flushed red from embarrassment, mimicking the orgasmic glow on her chest and the exposed vee of her breasts. The little old woman was still sitting obliviously in the sideways seat at the front of the bus, but the bus driver's eyes were flicking back and forth from the windshield to the rearview mirror, momentarily locking onto her each time they did. 

She almost jerked her hand away from its soft caress of her clit, but understood that any sudden movement at this time would only accentuate to the driver the naughty state he suspected she was currently in. Glancing down beside herself, she moved her hands from her lap and opened her purse, removing a compact to flip it open, examining the bus behind her while pretending to check her makeup, and momentarily hiding her face from the driver. The bus was still empty; no one had gotten on at the last stop. Now in full pretend mode, whether the bus driver had caught on to what happened or not, she didn't intend to confirm it for him with anything else. Turning to put the compact away, she raised her bottom and smoothed the dress back into place, making herself decent to anyone that might board at the next stops. They always did; the last three stops before she got off were always good for ten to fifteen passengers. All she had to do was surreptitiously grab her panties and get them out of sight, and if she had a chance, put them back on.

Glancing back to the seat on her other side, the only thing in sight was the plain white card with a phone number and "Steve" written on it. Her heart rate increased as she realized her panties must have fallen to the floor, or worse yet, he'd left them on the seat behind her. Leaning forward to survey the floor she saw nothing, and glancing over her shoulder revealed nothing either. Where the fuck are they?  

Her twisting in the seat had caught the bus driver's attention again. She dared not get down on her hands and knees with his eyes seeking her out every five seconds. The heat of embarrassment increased momentarily in her face until she physically calmed herself by acknowledging she could stand up and exit at the rear door, she didn't have to exit by the driver. 

Seeing the card on the seat beside her, she pulled out her phone and dialed the previously unknown number. It rang twice before it was answered.

"Lynn?" His voice was a solid baritone; she recognized it immediately as the one that had whispered in her ear just moments before. Her voice caught in her throat, the heat from her chest and face instantly dropping between her thighs again. What was it about him? All he did was say her name and she was ready to drop to her knees and take his dick from his pants and impale it in her mouth. 

The truth was she'd been dreaming about doing exactly that for weeks. They'd been e-mailing back and forth, flirting, teasing, and using sexual innuendos to start with. Every e-mail intensified the one before, every e-mail answer came quicker than the one before. At first she'd found herself checking in the morning and evenings on the bus using her iPhone. Later she'd gotten to checking for e-mails from him whenever she could -- at work on the company computer, at home on the family computer, and of course on her daily bus trips. They'd discussed everything sexual, and half the world's problems, solving none but finding themselves in agreement so many times more than not.

The innuendo changed over time as they'd gotten used to each other; hints of self-satisfaction turned into outright admission of masturbation. He'd commented to her that most of the time he swam naked in his home pool, and she'd told him that she'd really liked to have seen that. Two days later he'd sent her a photo. It was a shot of him, beside the pool, walking away from the camera. It hadn't really shown anything except his naked butt and that he was as self-described, but that didn't keep her from using it to reinforce her fantasy nor did it keep her from dreaming about what the other side of him looked like.

It didn't take long before that happened either. She'd responded that he wasn't being fair, only sharing half the story, and a couple of days later he sent her another picture. Same location, facing the other direction, but the same gloriously naked body. She'd teased him about that, not because she didn't like what she saw -- she did -- but she had just teased because they teased about everything. Earlier she'd told him that she really liked the thought of a man who shaved everything, the thought of giving a blowjob without pubic hair to interfere was one of her little fetishes. What? I figured you would have shaved by now and sent me a picture of a lollipop! LOL she'd sent in return.

She hadn't thought he would, but a week later; there it was in her mail box. He admitted he'd shot several dozen pictures of his freshly shaven cock and balls, in full, gorgeous, extension, before he'd gotten the pic he'd shared with her. Hugely swollen, veins popping out of the shaft; the head, slightly purplish, had glistened in the light. He admitted to her that he'd oiled his cock head to get it shiny as if it had just come out of her mouth or pussy. She didn't care, she'd creamed her panties at first sight, masturbated feverishly to dreams of what she would like to do to it, and what she'd like it to do to her, and it still gave her an erotic thrill every time she saw it. When she asked, he sent her the other pictures also.

"Steve?" She questioned, just as the bus began slowing toward the next stop. She could see six or more people waiting for the bus.

"I wasn't expecting you so soon. You don't get to your stop for another 5 minutes."

"I can't find my panties" she hissed into the phone. The brakes grunted just a bit as the bus came to a stop, the soft hiss of the doors swinging open as she did, "and people are coming."

"What?" Steve answered, surprise in his voice. "You looked on the seat?"

"Of course."

"Did you look under the seat?"

"No. I... I couldn't. The damn bus driver is being nosy, and with my dress..."

"Don't worry about it. If you bend over with your butt in the aisle and your dress hikes up so that sweet little naked tush of yours shows, I'm sure nobody will notice. Or, you could bend over with your butt to the wall so anyone in the aisle will be able to look down your dress between those boobies you've been showing off all day..." Her hand unconsciously went up to her chest to cover the vee of her boobs. Aghast at his flippant response, she was about to snap at him when she realized exactly where they were.

"You've got them, haven't you?" she accused. 

"That," he paused, obviously relishing the answer and her agony, "I do." 

 Damn him,  she thought, another tingle emanating from her crotch. Her eyes jumped to the front of the bus when she heard footsteps begin plodding their way down the aisle. She watched as most stopped in the first few rows, but one man, glancing her way, continued back. She recognized the glance towards her for what it was; he was going to check her out. Without answering Steve's statement on the phone, Lynn again raised her bottom enough to lift her dress back from under her butt, spreading it behind her, once again sitting back on the naked plastic. If she hadn't she knew she'd have left a wet spot on the back of her dress. 

"Bastard," she whispered, and hung up. God, he did it again.  It was as if he was in her mind, as if he knew every wild fantasy she'd ever had and knew how to make them happen. She wanted to be mad at him, but everything he did, everything he said, everything he was, turned her on. She'd never intentionally been in public without panties on. But the realization, all at the same time, that he'd taken her panties, she was going to have to stay naked under her dress, a dress better suited for picking up strangers at a bar than wearing to the office, and some stranger was walking down the bus aisle to check her out, had flooded her pussy with juices. 

It rang only once when she called him back, this time with her Bluetooth in place. 

"You really are a bastard you know." She didn't even say hello.

"Mmmm. And you love it don't you." She didn't answer. "Lynn? Admit it, you love it don't you?"

"Steve?" She looked around on the street. There was no sign of him.

"Yes?"

She glanced around again. From here to her home was all residential. The closer she got, the more people would recognize her. He had to pick her up soon. 

"Where are you?" Her irritation that things weren't going as expected audible in her voice.

"I'm in my hotel room."

 "WHAT? "  Her disappointment shook her to her toes. She'd told herself she was not going to do this, she'd convinced herself that it really wasn't going to happen, and then -- there he was. And without even thinking about it she'd done exactly what he'd told her to. She'd made herself cum; a sweet, glorious, mind blowing orgasm, and she'd known that she was going to follow him somewhere, that she wanted to go with him somewhere, anywhere... 

"But I thought... I mean... you said..." she was mystified at what was happening, her disappointment palpable.

"I said what?" His voice prodded gently.

"You said you were going to lick my pussy; that you were going to give me the most fantastic orgasm I've ever had." She looked around, realizing how loudly she'd spoken, but there was no one on the street but her.

"I did? That's what I said?" 

His tone told her she was wrong, but she knew what she'd read, dammit. "Then what did you say?" She opened her inbox even as she was speaking. Finding it before he could answer, she responded to her own question. "What you said was 'Tomorrow, before the day is done, I will taste your pussy, we will orgasm at the same time, and you'll say that you've just had the most fantastic orgasm of your life.'"

Steve was silent momentarily, "It's just as sweet as I thought it would be." 

Her eyes flicked back over the e-mail, 'I will taste your pussy' suddenly jumping out at her, the realization that what she'd read and what he had written were two different things. He had tasted her pussy, she did have an amazing orgasm, but although good, it was a far cry from 'the most fantastic orgasm of her life'. But he hadn't cum, had he? His words from the bus suddenly flooded into her mind "Call me and I'll tell you what to do next." Realization, and disappointment, hit her hard.

"I was ready to give myself to you, you know." Silence answered. "I would have done anything."

"I know you would have, Lynn. But you weren't ready to give yourself to me. Truthfully, when you left home this morning, were you thinking you were going to meet me to say you couldn't do this, or were you going to say 'take me to bed or lose me forever'?" He waited, she didn't answer. He was right, he'd read her mind as if it was her own. He always seemed to know what she was thinking, what she wanted, even before she did.

"You would have given yourself to me, I know you would have, but would you have ever been able to go back home, look your husband in the face without feeling guilty?" He continued, "I can't do that to you, not now, not until you are ready."

He was right, she knew he was, but that didn't stop the ache in her mind, the ache in her pussy. Her orgasm on the bus now seemed just a teaser. Walking panty-less down the street toward her home, talking now for the first time ever to the man that had so thoroughly seized her imagination, a man whose face she had still never seen in person, but whose words could stroke her passion as only a lover can, whose hands had just enflamed her body, whose eyes had watched her pleasure herself; everything that was happening just fanned the desire between her legs. She glanced around again, wanton, still no one to be seen. "I want to fuck you Steve. I've never wanted to fuck someone so bad in my life." Damn him, how could he have been so close, yet just walk away when she needed him? 

He chuckled in response. "Patience, my dear; have patience. It may happen someday, when we're both ready for it." She didn't know what to say, so said nothing. "Did you bring the package?"

"That was from you?" The Fed-ex envelope had arrived at her desk that morning, along with the half a dozen others that normally came every day. The return address had meant nothing. The packing list had said "keep with you until further instructions arrive." That had been really strange, but even stranger had been the contents: a single, opaque, rectangular piece of plastic film. She'd looked at it, and had no idea what it was. Of course she'd thought it might be from Steve, but never having received anything physical from him before, and not knowing what it was, she'd quickly dismissed that idea. She'd actually asked her co-worker if she had any idea what it was -- but she hadn't either. Lynn fumbled in the side pocket of her purse, retrieving the plastic from where she'd put it. "What in the world is it?"

"You haven't any idea?" he asked in response, "You don't know what it looks like?" Holding the plastic in her right hand, her iPhone in the other, it suddenly dawned on her what it did look like. Moving the two items together, when she held the plastic to the phone face it practically leapt from her fingers to electrostatically cling to the phone face.

"It covers my phone face," she answered, her voice conveying her puzzlement as well as the realization of what it did. "What's it for?"

"It's so that someone else won't know you're on the phone. The face lights up when you're on the phone; with this, it stays dark."

"But why would I need that?" she asked, still just that little bit behind his plot.

"Because if I know you, like you've led me to believe I know you, you're so horny right now you're either going to go home and break out your toys or attack your husband. And since tonight's the night the girls are away at their activities until 9 or so, that means you and hubby will be home alone. You're going to go home, clean up, and seduce your husband. You're going to be very vocal, describing everything you're doing out loud, only I'm going to be listening to every word, every moan, every orgasm. The whole time you're going to know I'm listening, that I'm sitting here, naked, slowly stroking myself, waiting for you. And when you have that last orgasm, the one to end the night, you're going to say 'Oh God, I'm coming, NOW.' When I hear the word 'now' we'll come together."

Lynn's knees nearly buckled, she stumbled, barely catching herself with a quick half step. Oh my god -- there is no way I could do that.  The renewed explosion of heat between her legs said otherwise. 

Sex had always been a private matter with Lynn, something done in the privacy of one's bedroom, not out in public. She was a horny, slut behind closed doors, but in public she was a demure housewife and businesswoman, and her husband was even more circumspect than she was. He'd often cover her mouth when she came if the girls were in the house, just so they wouldn't hear, although their rooms were well down the hall. He didn't want anyone knowing they were doing what a husband and wife do, particularly the kids. He loved it when she talked dirty to him, she loved it when he talked dirty to her, but he couldn't stand the thought of being overheard, of anyone imagining she was other than the pretty, demure, public housewife she appeared in public.

But, she'd admitted to Steve that she got off the hardest when she knew there was a chance that somebody might catch them in the act; when somebody, anybody, might hear her cum. On those occasions, just the thought that someone might be hearing her, putting it together that she wasn't quite so demure, wasn't quite so proper behind closed doors, and that maybe they might be masturbating hearing her, got her off that much more. There was that time at church camp... and that time late at night in the public showers at the National Park after two weeks without sex, sleeping in a tent with the girls where she'd been so horny she'd had to force herself into the shower stall with him. Steve was offering her the ultimate fantasy, performing for an audience, where she could be as naughty, nasty, sexy and slutty as she wanted; where her husband wouldn't be shushing her and she'd know Steve was getting himself off at the same time.

"Lynn?" Steve's voice brought her back to reality; she realized she'd walked nearly a block since either of them had said anything. Her "public" self, answered. 

"There's no way, Steve. We'd never get away with it." Despite her protest, she knew that once again, he'd read her like a book. 

Lynn didn't hang up when she got home; her husband wasn't due for half an hour yet. She hadn't even hung up with him when she took a shower, instead putting him on speaker. She'd described to him the sexy little nothing that she was putting on; there would be no doubt in her husband's mind about what she had planned for the evening. 

Steve, for his part had continued prodding her over the phone the entire time, encouraging her to light candles, close the blinds, and teasing her mercilessly. By the time she heard her husband's car in the driveway she was more than ready. Carrying her phone with her to the front door she met him as he entered.

"Lynn," he called as he entered the door,"what do you thin - Oh My God!" Lynn was standing just inside the hallway door, where his eyes fell upon her as he stepped into the room. Her already erect nipples protruded from her red négligée, the tiny thong bottom hiding nothing at all. Stepping forward she put her arms around his neck, saying nothing, letting her mouth greet him with a warm, wet, kiss. The telephone remained in her hand the entire time.

"My God, you can greet me like this anytime," Jerry said, his hands writhing down her back to her naked bottom. "What's the occasion?"

Her hands began unbuttoning his shirt, her mouth slathering kisses onto his neck and cheeks. "Nothing," she answered. "I woke up horny this morning and it's been getting worse all day." As her hands finished unbuttoning his shirt she slid them up onto his naked chest even as his hands found her breasts. She moaned as his hands pinched her nipples, hers doing the same to his. She dropped her hands and began fumbling with his belt and zipper. He lifted her into his arms and began walking towards their bedroom.

"What's the phone for?" he asked.

"I was about to call you," she lied, "I need you now."

He stepped into the bedroom carrying her just as she got his belt undone. Setting her down, she turned and put the apparently idle telephone onto the bed stand. Turning back to him with two bare hands she now pulled his pants down, and said, "I want to suck your cock." Dropping to her knees, his already hardening cock sprung out toward her face as she wiggled his pants down to his ankles. Licking her lips first, she slid her slippery wet lips over the head slowly, engulfing him, her tongue swirling around it in her mouth.




Finally Ch. 02



"Oh my God baby," Jerry said, his hands writhing through her hair, holding her head. "You've always been such a great cock sucker." Pulling off his cock, she turned, pushing him towards the bench at the foot of their bed.

The back of his legs banging the bench, he sat heavily. She began to undo his shoes, pulling them and his pants off while he removed his shirt. Spreading his legs she spoke loudly "I'm going to suck your balls." Holding his cock with her hand she ducked her head between his legs, sucking first one and then the other ball into her mouth, her hand continuing to stroke his shaft. She told herself she was going to ignore his pubic hair but her mind immediately flashed to the naked package of Steve and wondered what he was doing. She imagined her hand and mouth sliding up his shaft which she'd seen in his picture. Moments later she again rose and sucked Jerry's head back into her mouth.

"Oh baby, what's come into you tonight? You haven't been this horny in forever," he continued releasing moans of pleasure as she serviced his erection. "Oh my god, Lynn" he groaned at her, "I'm not going to last long if you keep that up." His voice quivered as he spoke. Pulling off momentarily she answered.

"I don't want you to." Her hand continued stroking his cock as she looked in his face. "Do you want to come in my mouth? Hmm? Do you?" She smiled adoringly at him looking up into his eyes.

"Oh God, you know I love that." Smiling she put her mouth back to his cock, sucking the head and shaft one more time into her mouth. Her hand stroked the shaft below her mouth as she sucked. "I... I... Oh my God," he managed to grunt out, as his body spasmed, spewing his cum into her throat. She swallowed, and swallowed again, never taking her mouth from around him. As his orgasm subsided, she took her hand and milked the last of his seed from his cock into her mouth. Once more with just the head in her mouth, she swirled her tongue and sucked. He moaned, pushing against her head, "Too much, too much."

"Did my baby like that? Yes?" She said, smiling wickedly up at him.

Still kneeling between his legs, she ran her tongue from his balls up to the shaft where she slipped his softening head into her mouth,slithering her tongue once more around its smooth ridge. He moaned once again, "Oh God, it's too sensitive Lynn." She giggled, removing her mouth from his cock, sliding up, pushing him backwards onto the bed.

"I've been dreaming of sucking a cock all day long. I've been so horny; I couldn't wait for you to get home."

"What about the girls, won't they be home soon?"

"Not tonight, they won't be home until after nine. Until then you are mine. And I'm not done with you by a long shot." Crawling on top of him on the bed she pressed her body down against him. "You know what else I've been dreaming about doing today?"

"I can't imagine," he teased. "But I'm sure if you were to tell me..."

"I've been dreaming of a tongue on my pussy, on my clit, all day long."

"And what does that have to do with me," he asked, knowing full well exactly what she wanted. 

"I want you to eat me," she said nibbling on his ear.

"You want me to feed you?" He teased, misquoting her.

She suddenly realized that Steve probably hadn't been able to hear what she had said. Although she had purposely said out loud what she was going to do with Jerry before she sucked him off, she realized he probably had not heard what she had just said as she was barely whispering. "I said, I want you to eat me. I want you to suck my clit, I want you to make me cum," she spoke loudly. 

Jerry rolled them over so that Lynn was underneath him. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it." Pinning her arms beside her head, he began kissing her face, kissing her cheeks, kissing her neck. Setting up, he ran his hands under her négligée, onto her breasts, fondling them before he pushed the négligée out of the way and began sucking first one and then the other. "Oh wait; you didn't say anything about sucking nipples, did you?" Unknowingly telling Steve listening on the phone exactly what he was doing.

"That feels so good" she answered, her body twisting beneath his roaming tongue.

"Oh, but this isn't what you wanted, is it?" he teased, pulling away so that just his tongue was tickling the little berry on the end of her breast. She realized as he did so, that not only did her pussy ache, her nipples ached, her entire body ached. She wanted to be taken, to be ravished. In her mind she again imagined Steve at his hotel room and what he was doing sitting there, naked, listening to her and her husband. She felt a spasm between her legs. She knew it wasn't going to take much to get her off.

"Don't stop." Realizing she needed to tell Steve what was happening, she repeated louder, "suck my nipples." He did, and she moaned in pleasure. First one, then the other, but soon he began moving his mouth and tongue down her body. Kissing around the small ornament of pubic hair she kept above her naked pussy, soon his lips found hers, his tongue penetrating, licking, probing; purposely avoiding the nub she so desperately wanted touched. She writhed beneath his touch, twisting, turning, trying to force his tongue where she wanted it.

"Don't tease, Jerry. I need you now. I need your tongue." Her mind again flipped to Steve listening on the phone and realized she hadn't said enough. "That's it," she said as his tongue slid through her lips and found her button. "Your tongue, right there on my Clit... Just like that... Oh God, suck it... Oh my God... Oh... That's good... Just like that... Oh... Oh... Just a little more." She arched her back, raising her pelvis to her husband's mouth, trying to get that last little bit of sensation. His experienced fingers had replaced his tongue inside her, pushing, rubbing together with his tongue, pushing her over the cliff. "That's it, just a bit... Just a... Oh my God, I'm cumming!" Her arched back fell back to the bed, her hips shaking, her body shaking, in her second orgasm of the day. Even as she came, the corner of her mind was locked on the telephone, on her words transmitting to Steve in his hotel room. Had he heard her cum, and had he realized she would come again before the night was done?

Jerry's face was nestled between her thighs, his hands running up and down her legs. Reaching up he grabbed the strap of her thong and began to pull it down her legs away from her pussy. She raised her bottom, he slipped it down over her feet, tossing it aside. Sliding up beside her on the bed, next to her arm, his hand slipped under her breast. His fingertips gently rolled her nipple, which grew again to his touch. "I could get used to this," he said, "coming home to a sexy, horny, wife every night." 

"It's not every night we don't have kids," Lynn answered. "But I wouldn't be averse to doing this every Thursday."

"Why are you talking so loud, I'm right beside you?"

"Because I like to tell you what I'm doing. You know I like to talk dirty, to say I'm cumming when I cum. Tonight there's no one to hear, there's no reason to be quiet, and I don't want to be quiet," she lied, wondering as she did if Steve was still there, still listening. She had to believe he still was. Her eyes strayed to her phone, the plastic cover not betraying whether her phone was on or not. Looking back at Jerry she recognized he was beginning to slow down in his post orgasmic state. "Don't you fall asleep on me," she said threateningly. "I'm not done with you yet."

"Once is not enough for you tonight," Jerry asked?

"Is it ever?"

"So just what else have you got in mind tonight?" Jerry asked, his hands again beginning to slide over her body, moving to her other breast and down her belly. She spread her legs for him, opening herself to his sight, his finger finding her pussy wet and warm. She raised her legs, bending them at the knees, and an inkling of what she might have in mind passed through Jerry's mind. Sliding his hand further down, stroking her bottom, his finger slipped between her cheeks only to find a touch of lubricant already awaiting his finger. "Oh no, methinks my Princess wants to be naughty tonight. Do I detect my lady's been preparing herself?"

Lynn moaned. Jerry's finger teased her rosebud, then pressed a little harder and slipped into her anus. "Oh God Yes." 

He slid his finger in and out to his knuckle, "Mmmm. Do I detect that someone wants a cock up their ass?" He waited momentarily but she didn't answer. "You really are horny tonight aren't you, my dear?"

"I want more than your finger in my ass tonight. I want your cock in my ass, I want your cock in my pussy. I've wanted a cock in me all day long." She wondered even as she said it, if Steve had heard her switch from 'your' cock to 'a' cock, knowing that it was his that she had truly craved so hard.

"Sweetheart, you shouldn't have gotten me off so quickly, you know it'll be a while before I'm ready to go again."

"But you're going to enjoy me getting you ready to go, and you always last so long the second time." She grinned, and with that she pushed him back and rolled over on top of him, trailing her breasts over his chest, rubbing them against his face, his cheeks, feeding her nipples one at a time into his mouth. His hands slid over her back and down to her ass, cupping her cheeks, pulling her crotch against his stomach. His lips and tongue twirled around her nipples.

"Oh yes, I love it when you suck my nipples. Bite them, gently, use your teeth. Mmmm. Now suck, that's it, the other one. God yes, just like that." She didn't need to tell him, his finger slipped back into her ass. Pulling her breasts away from his mouth she began to kiss down his body. "I'm going to suck your nipples," apparently needlessly saying aloud what she was about to do. Her mouth kissed down his chin, away from his lips over his neck finding first one and then the other of his tiny nipples. Sucking them, nibbling on them, they too responded to her mouth. His hands stroked her blonde hair, watching her face move down his body. "I love sucking your cock, and I'm going to suck it again. Only this time I'm going to get you hard and ride you. I'm going to climb on top and ride you and make myself come with you in my pussy. Then I'm going to roll over onto my hands and knees and I want you to take my ass and make me cum and cum again until you're about to cum the second time, and I want you to tell me and I want us to cum together." 

By the time her mouth approached his prick again, he'd already begun to get hard. Taking its semi-hardness into her mouth she alternated talking, sucking, and licking. "I love the way he grows when I'm playing my mouth music on him," she said. "I suppose," she stopped talking as she ran her tongue ran up the shaft from his balls to the top, "you can't stand it, can you?"

"Oh my God baby, you've always been the best cock sucker." He answered her, not rising to her teasing. She took the head in her mouth, her teeth gripping his cock just over the rim, as her tongue swirled around his glans. "Oh shit! God that feels good."

Her hand began to stroke his shaft, once again nearly hard enough that she could put it inside her. Sliding back up his body, rubbing her breasts against his belly and chest she positioned herself over him until his cock nestled in the slit of her pussy. "I love to slide my clit against your cock like this."

"God baby, you're so wet."

 "It's hard" , she thought to herself, "trying to let Steve know with my words what I'm doing, without letting Jerry know Steve is hearing us on the phone ."  However, the thought that someone was listening, that somebody else was getting pleasure from her pleasure, was an amazing stimulus. "Are you ready to slide your cock into that wet pussy? Or do you want me to continue rubbing my clit against it?" It didn't matter what he thought, she didn't give him the choice. Sliding just a bit higher, to where his cock head was nestled against her opening, she reached between her legs with one hand, raising it just that bit to get the angle so that she could easily slide down on him.

Jerry moaned, "Oh God, babe, that feels so good. Your pussy's so hot." She eased slowly down his shaft; not because she had to -- she was so wet she could have impaled him inside her with one stroke -- but she relished the feel of him slowly filling her cunt. When she had him inside her, she sat up, her legs folded back beside him. His hands slid up her body lifting and kneading her breasts, his fingers caressing her nipples.

"Tell me about my tits ," she said, suddenly realizing she wasn't the only one who could describe to Steve what was happening. "Tell me what you like about my titties while I get myself off on this nice hard cock you've got in my pussy."

"Geez, baby. What's gotten into you? I've never seen you like this before."

"You never given me the chance, you always want me to be quiet. I want to hear what you like about my boobs."

"Ah, geez, honey. What's not to like? The way you fill out a tight fitting sweater?" he said his hands lifting her luscious mounds. "The way your nipples get hard when I roll them in my fingers?" he said, his thumb and forefinger coming together on each, rolling and pulling her breasts towards him. "Or the way they get long and hard and you moan as I suck on them?" He raised his head to suck on her nipples, as she leaned forward. The forward leaning put just that much more pressure on the right spot in her pussy. "You've got gorgeous boobs. You got a gorgeous body."

As he began to suckle her breasts one more time, Lynn began to moan, the rhythmical motions of her pelvis losing its pattern. Jerry recognized she was on the edge, and nipping her nipples between his teeth was all it took for her to begin to orgasm. Her body stopped its rhythmical motion on his shaft as she came, but Jerry had recovered enough that he now began moving himself inside her. Pinched between her and the bed like he was, it was hard for him to get much movement. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled her over onto her back once again.

Despite the orgasmic glaze befuddling her mind, she had to think of some way to let Steve know that she was once again on her back, her husband's cock still buried inside her. "Oh God, that's so good." She began moving her legs out away from his body. "Help me," she said, "I want my legs on your shoulders." Jerry reached out, snagged first one leg, pulling it to his shoulder, and then the other, putting it over his other shoulder, effectively doubling Lynn over beneath him. In this position Jerry could pull out till he almost left her pussy, and then slide back in, burying himself in her warmth with nothing touching except her ankles on his shoulders and his cock, sliding rhythmically in and out of her wetness. "Oh my God, Jerry, you're driving me crazy."

Jerry continued plunging his shaft completely in and out of her wetness for several minutes, varying the speed, but never the depth. She grunted every time he bottomed out inside her, moaning slightly each time he pulled back out. "Oh, shit, Jerry, I'm going to cum again," she said loudly, although this time at that particular moment she'd totally forgotten about Steve, her mind focused on her impending orgasm and the stimulation of his cock. Reaching her hand over her belly and between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, adding just that extra little bit of stimulus, she came again. This time her throbbing continued as Jerry, nowhere near coming himself, continued pummeling. Her orgasm continued unabated, her longest of the night.

" I'm... Ready..." She managed to spit out, causing Jerry to ease up on his thrusting.

"Ready for what, baby?" He knew what she was ready for, what she was always ready for after she had a couple of orgasms. Slowly easing his cock back into her pussy and easing it out in a long slow stroke, he teased her. "Come on, baby. Tell me what you want. You know I won't give it to you until you tell me."

"I'm ready for you to take my ass." Leaning on one arm to support himself, Jerry reached over her leg and below his dick to touch her rosebud with his finger once again. Twiddling his finger on her pre-lubed anus, he slowly inserted his finger to his knuckle, his cock still buried in her pussy.

"Oh shit... Oh shit!" Her entire body shivered to his touch, his finger twirling, stretching her tight little hole. "Oh God, that feels so good." As she said that she literally flooded his cock with her juices.

"Is that what you want?" He teased, knowing perfectly well, that she really wanted his cock up her ass. "Hmm? Tell me baby, tell me what you want." 

Lynn's head rolled from side to side, almost out of it with lust and desire when she answered, "I want your cock in my ass." She almost said, Steve,  barely catching herself before she did. "I want your cock in my ass and I want your cock in my pussy." 

Jerry knew what she meant, she'd talked before with him about how when she was really horny, when she was really aroused, her thoughts always went to what it would be like to have a cock in her pussy and ass at the same time. She wasn't much into watching porno with him, but she would; and he noticed over the years she really got aroused on a double penetration scene. But he also knew, it was her fantasy; although not one that he was comfortable with.

Sliding himself out of her steamy warmth, he helped her roll over onto her hands and knees. She dropped her head and shoulders onto the pillow, raising her ass into the air, raising her ass to him. With her head, sideways, toward the phone, she said "Oh yes, this is it. This is what I've really been dreaming about, what I've been imagining, all day." Jerry's had his cock in hand, still covered with her pussy juice, rubbing it around the tight little opening in her bottom. Gripping it with his hand, for extra support in feeding his prick into her tight orifice, he pressed gently, slowly, her bottom gradually opening to his pressure. Her right hand rose underneath her body, stroking her pussy, her fingers slithering around her clit, occasionally rubbing over it. Her left hand tucked underneath her body fondled her boobs, her fingers bouncing gently across her erect nipples, keeping herself at the edge of oblivion that he'd taken her to. "That's it, gently, it's almost there," she said, and with that she felt his swollen glans pop through her sphincter. Slowly, lovingly, he eased himself into her rectum gradually stretching the tight skin. Her fingers on her nipples, her other fingers on her clit, his cock in her ass, his hands running across her bottom and up her back, all were hitting pleasure points like no other position could .

"Oh God," she said realizing she hadn't said anything to Steve for moments now. "That's it... That's it... Fuck my ass. I love it when your cock's in my ass." She managed to keep herself so close to the plateau that his dick had brought her to while it was in her pussy, and no sooner did he begin his movements in and out of her ass than she began to quiver, once again on the edge of orgasm. Jerry knew enough not to pull his cock out past the head so her ass didn't close, but with the pressure just on his shaft, and the earlier orgasm she'd given him when she sucked his cock, he knew he could go quite a while before he came. He also knew she could have two or maybe three orgasms herself, each building to a higher crescendo, before she begged him to stop. 

"Oh God, that's so good. Your cock in my ass, my fingers touching my clit... Oh yes, oh yes. I need a cock in my pussy and it would be so good...." She let her fingers move from around her clit to touching it, rubbing it, just that little bit more as she once again began to orgasm. With long steady strokes in her ass, just as he had in her pussy minutes before, her orgasm peaked, began to diminish and then steady out. "Oh God Jerry. Don't stop, it feels so good... so good." Her subsiding orgasm had not gone down much, and just like that she found herself approaching another peak, higher than the last. She felt a drop of sweat falling from her husband's body splattering on the small of her back, the awareness of his exertion putting her over the top a second time.




Finally Ch. 02



"Baby..." Jerry said, "I can't keep this up..." His breathing had changed to panting. She felt another drop of sweat hit her back.

"This is it baby... one more time... cum with me this time. Can you do that, cum in my ass, cum with me?" Her second orgasm had her panting also, the peak refusing to diminish, the continued stimulation taking her to yet a higher plateau. "Oh yeah baby... Are you... Are you..."

"Arrgg," he growled, barely understandable through his panting, "I'm almost..." She recognized the break to his rhythm and knew he was but a mere stroke or two away from coming. Pinching her nipples harder, pinching her clit, concentrating on his cock, she knew she also was about there. 

"This is it!" she cried out, "Oh God baby, cum with me... Come... With..." She felt the first spurts of cum as his cock throbbed in her ass, and she released herself at the same time. "NOW!"

Jerry continued spasmodically plunging into her ass, no longer in control of his motions. His legs shaking, the spasms from his cock caused him to involuntarily plunge forward. Lynn already lying on her chest and face, collapsed, her body falling to the bed. Jerry's cock pulled free, Jerry himself falling onto her back, the last of his spunk dribbling onto her ass.

Jerry pushed himself to one side and snuggled up to his wife. Wrapping his leg over hers, his arm across her shoulder, she turned sideways snuggling into him in a fetal position. Neither one said anything. She gradually fell asleep, exhausted and finally sated. She rolled over some time later, as did he, and they resumed their snuggle, her naked breasts against his back, her hand draped across his hip. She felt her fingertips touching his pubic hair and wondered again why he didn't shave for her. All she'd had to do with Steve was to hint that she liked a man bald, that she liked giving blow jobs without licking pubic hair much better than she liked the other way. She drifted back to sleep.

He woke her slightly as he got up minutes later and went into the bathroom. Her mind began to come around when she heard the shower turn on. Opening her eyes she recognized the bathroom door was shut, and her mind suddenly snapped to the open phone she been sharing with Steve. She rolled across the bed and reached for her cell phone, peeling the plastic from the cover, showing Steve's phone number and that line was still open. "Steve, are you there?" she quietly said, holding the phone to her ear.

It took a second for him to take the mute off, "I'm here." He said nothing for a moment, and then asked, "Did you fall asleep?"

"I think so. If not I almost did."

"I was afraid you might forget me."

"I didn't forget you. Did you enjoy?"

"That was fantastic. That was the most erotic, exotic, mind blowing experience I've ever had."

"I take it," she giggled, "it was as good for you as it was for me?"

"That all depends," he answered, "just how good would you say it was?"

She didn't hesitate, "that was the most fantastic orgasm I've ever had in my life." He didn't answer, but she could swear she heard him smile if that were possible. She didn't say anything for a moment. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah."

"I've got to go. My husband is in the shower," she whispered. He didn't say anything for a moment. 

"Goodbye," he said, and she heard the phone go dead in her ear.

~

Steve had only been gone a few minutes, but in that period of time FedEx had delivered a small package, along with three envelopes, leaving them at his doorstep. He looked at the small package momentarily, turning it over and looking for any special markings. He'd not been expecting anything other than the letters, so set it aside momentarily. Finding what he expected with letters, he put them down and again turned his attention to the small brown paper wrapped box. He didn't recognize the name or return address, but that wasn't that unusual. He slit the wrapping with his pocketknife and found as he opened the flaps a neatly folded paper inside with two words visible, "I'm ready." Pulling the paper out, he found beneath it a neatly folded, unrecognizable, bit of lace. Pulling it from the box it fell open, becoming recognizable as a négligée. Beneath it he found another piece of paper. Unfolding the second paper, he read her message; "Don't wait too long."



Finally Ch. 03



By now I was so hot, and I was riding Sam for all she was worth, I was pulling in the reins, leaned over and slapped those big tits, loving the markings on them. Looking at her ass, wanting to kiss all the cane marks, getting me harder by the stroke.

She continued, Craig now handed the cane to Steve, and told him to make sure she knew who her new bosses for the night were, and Steve carefully applied a couple of swift strikes, making her ass lurch forward, yet not crying out for them to stop either. She was enjoying it. Craig, then grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head off of Derek's cock and told her to be a good girl, and to show everyone what a slut she is, and to lick Derek's balls, and Sam being a greedy slut obeyed, lapping away, letting her saliva coat them. Steve watching carefully, not wanting her to accidently bite, had to time his cane strikes.

By now it was obvious, Craig was in charge, and he told Jason to pinch her tits, to bite them, while Craig stroked Sam's clit, and fingered her wet cunt.

Gawd she was right into this, she had had threesomes before, but nothing like this. She had played mild games of Submission, and again, nothing like this, she had no control and Sam was loving every bit of it and it showed. Her cunt was literally dripping and Craig made sure the guys knew it. Her cunt juice had dripped onto the carpet, and he made sure to stop everything and to show them. He asked her again, are you our insatiable slut and she said yes.

Steve wanted to fuck her and got on his knees and entered the slut, and she resumed sucking Derek's cock. Jason crawled under and continued his oral assault on her tits, and Craig reached into his toy chest and he produced some clamps, with weights, obviously prepared for these trips. Craig reached under an attached the clamps, earning a loud growl from Sam, they weights were stretching her nipples to the point she thought them might come off. My God she thought, what was she doing, this went further than she had intended, yet she felt helpless to stop it, heck, she did not want to stop it. Hell, she liked it, craved it.

Craig ordered the guys not to cum yet, except for Derek, he wanted to have fun, as he put it. Steve pulled out, and Jason quit biting her tits, and Sam was told to lift Derek's cock and tongue his ass. She had rimmed before, but never with an audience, and she was determined to put on a show. She was rimming away, when Craig pulled her head out and said show us your tongue. She stuck it out, and Craig cruelly said, it is not even dirty yet, get it in there or else. He then struck her tits with the cane, leaving a welt across the top. Lord, what else, she thought, and why am I so turned on.

I thought to myself, is this my wife, the fun one that left? Her voice sounded like she was lost I the story, living it again. I was so excited, and like her could not understand why. Here were 4 guys not fucking my wife, but controlling her, abusing her, and I was getting ready to cum!

She continued her story, explaining how she needed to please Craig, she dove back in, sucking his ass, tasting him, going deeper. She had never had her tongue that far up an ass before, and the taste was different, she was expecting worse, instead finding it naughtily tasty, but maybe it was just the excitement. She was fingering herself, taking a cane across her ass, and tasting a man's ass all at once, how much more depraved could she get. Then it happened, Derek started to cum, and he pulled her out of the way, letting the cum splatter all over the carpet. Sam looked disappointed, but she did not have to, Craig slapped her tits and told her to kneel and lick the carpet clean and to not miss a drop. Damn she was getting used to this.

The guys talked as if she was not there. Each describing what a great slut they had and their personal preferences for what they would do to her.

Craig told Sam to get them drinks and they could all rest a bit. Sam did not want to rest, she wanted to fuck, and she began to tell Craig that, when he gave her an icy stare, and reminded her, she was their property for the night. With that, Craig had Jason and Derek grab her by the arms and hold her on her knees arms out to the side. He then had Steve lift her tits by the weighted clamps and stretch them. The wince said it all, and then Craig took his cane and he administered 4 lashes right across the top of her full breasts, leaving 4 good welts and tears in her eyes.

With that, he lifted her chin, looked her in the eye and asked who is your master? You are she replied. Who again he asked? You are my Master. Good, Remember to tell you husband that, that I am your Master. Yes she meekly answered.

Now get the drinks. Yes Sir, she said.

The guys drank as she was told to kneel before the group.

After about half an hour, Craig said time to begin again. He lifted her by the hand and told everyone, that she was a sloppy slut, and they could not afford to have her missing her mouth and staining the carpets, so she would proceed to suck them in the shower.

Once I the shower, she was told to kneel in front of Craig and to suck his cock, as the others watched. As she took his cock in his mouth, the other guys held theirs pointing it at her, and this excited her, to be covered in cum. Craig told her to look up so he could watch her eyes, and she did as told. All of a sudden, way to quick, she felt his cock began to swell, and instead of cum, he was pissing in her mouth, and she started to gag, it was way too quick, and it overflowed, spilling on to her tits. H pulled out and before she could react, all of them were pissing, all over her. He held her head back, telling her to open her mouth, as they all continued to spray her with the sticky golden fluid. With all of them laughing, Craig said it was official, you are now mine, I do not care what your husband says. I have left my mark, just like my dog, you are my bitch dog, get it? Yes, she replied looking down. But she loved it. A strange feeling was crawling over her, like she had just found herself.

He told her to clean up and get back to the main room. Now she knew why he did not want then to cum yet, he wanted to humiliate her first. And she was glad.

Once in, they took turns fucking her, always doggy style as she sucked another, one, taking turns, filling her up with cum, two at a time, while the other two would watch.

Craig asked her, so, does your husband know you are a slut. He was her master now, and knew she should not lie. Yes, this was his fantasy I was fulfilling, but I thought it would only be one guy. Craig laughed.

Well let's continue fulfilling it shall we.

Craig had the guys line up, and fuck her in the ass as a finale. His coup de grace so to speak.

With her red raw tits hanging down, one by one thy fucked her in the ass, each one finally spent. The only one left to do it was Craig. Craig told the rest the party was over, time for them to leave and that they would get together next month, and would probably have a new member. They all looked quizzically at him, but said their good nights, kissing Sam as they left.

Once gone, Craig hugged Sam, and sat down, and asked her, are you serious, I am your Master? I am not sure what I am thinking, but yes, if you want me, I am yours.

Good, tell me, was it your husband's fantasy? Yes, although I am sure he did not expect this. Well, he is to come with you next month, he should she what a submissive slut he has and her new master. Yes Sir was all she could say.

Now, hold your tits up for me. As she cupped and raised them he took the cane, and she knew what was coming. She was to receive 2 lashes, just as a reminder.

With that, she was told to kneel and he put his cock against her anus, and entered her, not gently, but as a Master would. He slammed into her ass, feeling her cheeks slap against his stomach. He held her by the hips and she could feel him tense up, and entered her as deep in as he could go, he stayed still and emptied his balls, spurting wad after wad of cum into her bowels. She collapsed on the floor, exhausted. He told her to get dressed and get ready to go home to her husband. Once dressed, she went to give him a hug, and Craig still standing there, naked, forced her to her knees and said you are not done yet. You have some cleaning up to do. She looked up, as if to say you are not clean down here, you just fucked my ass. The look in his eyes, and she knew better, and she began the task of cleaning his cock with her mouth, sucking him, feeling him grow, and soon he spilt his final load into her mouth.

Craig called a cab, gave him his card, and told her to call him next week and she would be given her new schedule.

I was fucking her hard now, and came inside her pussy, like I had never cum before. We both collapsed; her from sheer exhaustion and me from sheer delight.

I said so, going to rip the card up, and she said no way, and this was your idea. We are going next month. What could I say, so now I am in this lifestyle for better or worse.

Sam said she had to have a quick shower before going to bed, so I thought I would join her. She sat on the side of the tub, and said, she would love it, if I would lick her one last time, to clean my cum out of her.

I knelt down to lick her, and to taste the fruits of my labour. She spread her lips to let me have better access, and as I started to lick, she let loose with her piss, soaking me, and as I sputtered, and chocked, she just smiled and said that was from Craig, he sends his best wishes.