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Firehouse

By: kyrie1595



From the darkened corner I watched as the truck pulled into the bay and knew you were coming. I must confess I didn't care about the rule I was shattering and longed to see you in all your glory, sweaty, soot covered and bathed in smoke ... such a tantalizing image. 

Hoards of manly men leaped from the truck, jostling for supremacy, cracking jokes and doing what men do best. I watched as small groups headed for the stairs at the opposite end of the expansive bay and my stormy eyes flitted across each face, looking for you. You are the reason I'd risk so much.

As the last man retreated, I stepped out from behind the decommissioned truck, ears perked for any sound and my heart leaped when I heard your booted feet. I knew you well ... your sounds ... your scent ... and trusted my instincts. I casually drummed my nails against the antique paint ... click,click,click ... attempting to get your attention without making too much of a scene and was rewarded when you rounded the back end of the fire engine seeking the source of the unfamiliar noise.

I couldn't help but smile, my eyes darkening lustily with the image of you. I leaned against the wheel well, the black leather trench coat spilling over my shoulders and tied loosely at my waist, stocking legs peeking out of the bottom and feet wrapped in heels with multiple straps and glittering buckles. I waited for you to say something ... anything. I could see the surprise etched on your face. You didn't expect me ... didn't dare ... but here I was. I shifted my weight, hips swaying gently, my heart beginning to race in my chest as your eyes met mine.

You whispered, almost harshly across the space between us, "What are you doing here, Kay?" 

I expected this reaction and didn't let the tone detour me from my plan. My crimson lips curled even more, taking on a sinful countenance, my ever hungry tongue slithered forth before whispering, "Surprised to see me, I see."

You strode across the space, stopping just inches away from me, your eyes locked on mine, "Yes, you could say that. You're not supposed to be here and you know it."

I felt small as you towered over me but I drew up to my full height, the heels helping and boldly ran my hands over your covered chest. I leaned in even closer, my lips barely grazing the shell of your ear as I purred hotly, "I want you to fuck me ... hard ... mercilessly ... right here ... right now." Your proximity and unique scent mixed with the heady aroma of wood smoke were overwhelming and I could feel my body ignite. 

I stepped back just far enough to let nimble fingers glide over the tie and tug, releasing the loose knot and unveiling what I'd been hiding. I let the leather pool on the floor and simply stood before you. I watched as your eyes crawled from my encased feet, up my stocking legs, to the clasp of the garter...following the garter straps up and noticing the frame job is was doing to my immaculately bare cunt. I couldn't help but shiver as you took in the "landing strip" that I refuse to get rid of. You could tell just how excited I was by my swollen glistening pussy lips and clit peeking out from under its protective hood. Your eyes pulled away reluctantly, to continue the sight-seeing journey they started.

You took in my taut stomach and heaving tits, which were barely contained in half cups of lace. My nipples obvious as your eyes found them, causing them to excite even more and practically pierce their meager confinements.

You followed the line of my delicate neck ever upward until, once more, our eyes met. What I saw there made my heart skip a beat. Gone was the selfless man that risked his own life to save strangers. He was transformed into a predator ... and I his prey. The smile that my face sported grew with a devilish delight. Finally ... finally I get to experience the animal ... the beast you so valiantly claim to be.

Whispering huskily, "I do believe you have a second fire to put out, baby."

I had no time to react as you stepped close, pushing me back against the truck with a resounding grunt, your hands moving to the lace barely covering my tits and tugged the flimsy material down. I gasped, not out of fear, but intense delight as you began to capture your prey. My tits fully exposed now with the prickly lace under the tender flesh, my nipples extended and aching. You used this moment to exert your prowess, as strong fingers captured the taut buds, pinching, rolling and tugging them until you heard a familiar moan.

You lips quickly and fiercely covered mine in a consuming kiss, your tongue forcing its way into my mouth, finding my own and battling with it. I knew the demanding kiss was intended to keep me as quiet as possible but I couldn't help but return it with equal urgency and demand. I wanted this as much as you did.

I felt one of your hands release my aching nipple and slither down to my fiery cunt. Your fingers rough as they worked between the slick folds and against my erect clit. I cried out, your mouth the only thing keeping the sound to a minimum, as my hips bucked against your questing fingers. I ached for those same fingers to worm their way into my seeping hole and give me the slightest moment of relief, but no ... that was not your plan at all.

My own hands were not still, as the nails of my left hand raked harshly against your shoulder, while my right hand found the buttons of your jeans and tore at them. I needed just as much as you did and was rewarded with little "pops" as the buttons released. I fished my hand behind the boxers seeking what I'd hoped was your throbbing cock and was again rewarded as my fingers wrapped around the steely member and began to stroke. 

You broke the kiss, panting heavily, nostrils flaring and I saw the darkness in your eyes deepening. Your fingers still danced between my thighs and my own hand continued to stroke your hot cock all the while I dared to whisper, "Baby, send me home, freshly fucked, battered and bruised." With each word spilling from swollen lips, I squeezed your cock in exclamation. There was no doubting my words or purpose.

You needed no other prompting as you pulled your hands from my needy body and worked the rough jeans and boxers down just past your ass, your beautiful cock sprang into full view now, swollen, 

pre-cum glistening at the deep red tip and though I longed to tongue bathe that precious organ, you again decided the outcome of this particular adventure.

Your hands cupped my ass, lifting me and I wrapped my legs around your waist, my back hard against the truck, my left hand clutching at you while my right positioning your cock at my seeping fuck hole. Your eyes never left mine as you thrust, burying it easily into the lava-like cavern. Pulling my hand free and finding purchase on the wheel well as you set up a pounding, vicious rhythm. I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth and bit down, wanting so badly to cry out in pure pleasure as you quite literally took me. Each thrust was more powerful then the last and I knew that I'd most definitely be bruised and battered.

Your fingers curled painfully into the flesh of my ass, holding me tightly as you roughly drove your meaty member into my spasming cunt. It didn't surprise me when I felt the index fingers of your hands work their way to wicked hole and pry before pushing them inside the sinful star. You were determined to break and consume your prey. 

I bit down harder on my lip, tasting blood but managing to squelch the whorish moan that threatened to burst forth. You worked your fingers in deeper and though I tried, I couldn't gain enough purchase to meet your pounding thrusts. You pulled back just far enough that the swollen tip rubbed the hidden bundle of nerves within me and sent me flying over the edge.

You saw how my eyes widened, how my own nostrils flared and knew I was about to cum. Your mouth covered mine possessively again, drinking in the scream of utter bliss and complete orgasmic delight. My cunt rippled down your length, pulling your own release from you. 

My hand left your shoulder and found your head, pulling your mouth tightly to mine. It was my turn to devour your guttural growl and devour I did. I drank your pleasure down as your cock spit your precious seed deep into my cunt, painting me. 

It all happened so fast with an urgency born of intense need. As your cock slipped free of my hot cunt and fingers from my ass, I looked into your eyes. The beast was still there, but one I knew I could handle. I smiled and whispered, "Baby, you really need to let that beast out more often."

I looked down over my body ... yes I was bruised, but would wear them like badges of honor.

Firehouse Bunkroom



It was another shift filled with idiots, assholes and domestics and I had already put in 4 hours of reports on what was shaping up to be another ten hour tour of duty, so I was glad to get back in my cruiser and hit the streets to grab some dinner before the bars got going. After getting a few burgers at the local drive-thru I headed to the firehouse that was within my beat so I could relax and sit down at a table and not fight the dashboard and who knows, maybe a few of the guys were there killing time and I might get in a game a pool and swap some stories. Firefighters and medics are some of the few that understand the warped sense of humor not only cops have but they themselves have.

As I walked in I saw a few of the firefighters in the bay washing down some equipment and gave them a wave as I headed into their dayroom to eat my food, but I stopped short as I went in and I saw her bent over the pool table lining up a shot. Her name is Samantha and damn does she know how to make uniform pants look nice. I stood there a moment admiring her shapely ass and just as she was about to make the shot and being the smartass I can be, I yelled “don’t hit the ball to hard”, and of course she missed the shot and turned to yell back at me, but when she did her anger was replaced with a smile when she saw who had startled her. Most of the people at this firehouse knew me and trusted me. We took care of each other and were all good friends on and off the job. Samantha came running over to give me a hug and while we had joked and flirted I still couldn’t help but notice the bounce of her tits. She had to me perfect breasts, about 38c’s if I had to guess. The AC was up pretty high and her nipples were a little hard so I was wishing I wasn’t wearing this damn vest so I could feel them pressing into my chest as she gave me a tight hug before pulling away. She was not only beautiful but damn did she smell good, and between the hug and her perfume I was getting hard. I turned to grab a chair hoping she didn't notice but when I looked back at her and saw the grin on her face I had an idea she saw.

I was beat and was hoping for a short nap but the other guys came into the dayroom and started shooting pool so I finished up and told Samantha I was going out to my cruiser to get a fast nap. She suggested I go lie down in the bunkroom, that it was quiet this time of the evening and she’d make sure no one bothered me, and the thought of not getting a kink in my neck made up my mind real fast. She walked me back and told me I could use her bunk which was fine by me. I removed my gun belt and tried to get to sleep fast, but her pillow carried her scent and watching her leave, the gentle sway of her hips got me hard again and as luck would have it she turned around and this time there was no mistake, she saw the bulge and stared with no worries if I knew it or not. She looked back into my eyes and smiled before telling me she’d wake me up in a half hour.

I was thinking of some of the silly things we had all done and the playful flirting between the females at this station and myself when I heard the tones go off for a call, but it was for the engine and not the medic, so I drifted off pretty fast knowing things would be quiet for the short time I was going to be there. I don’t know when I became aware of the sound that woke me up, but when I opened my eyes wondering if the soft moaning and whimpers I was hearing was a dream or not, I saw the shower room door was ajar, and Samantha was sitting in a chair, her slacks off and her panties down, working her pussy with something long and dark. My mouth must have hit the floor when I realized it was my nightstick she was using. Her eyes were closed and her head back, twisting from side to side while she pumped it in and out of her pussy, which was bare of all hair except for a small strip above her puffy lips. I didn’t know if I should make a sound or just enjoy the view, but I knew that with the pressure in my groin that sooner or later I was going to have to do something myself. She was opening and closing her legs and I could tell she was trying not to make a sound by the way she had her mouth closed, but I could also tell she was about to cum. She drew her legs up and wide and was fucking herself hard with my club, and I could hear how wet she was and see the gleam of her juices as the first wave of her climax began to wash over her. I had seen a few girlfriends masturbate before and it was something I found very arousing to see and even be a part of, but seeing Samantha was awesome, and thinking that either she had been just horny as hell or maybe had some desire with me making love to her just added to some thoughts I had tried not to really think about. I don’t know what it was but I was brought out of my own thoughts when I heard her ask me if I had enjoyed the show. Her eyes were still closed and she was still moving the club in and out so I don’t know how she knew I was awake and watching, but at this point I really didn’t care.

I told her I had and that she should have asked for some help, that I was well trained in the use if the nightstick just to see if she was for real, which she proved she was when she got up and came over, never taking her eyes off the bulge of my pants. She handed the nightstick to me as she stood beside the bunk and lifted her left leg onto the mattress and said “there it is officer, make me cum”. I reached my hand to her, stroking her thigh, wanting to feel the warmth and softness of her skin under my hand. She was so wet that her juices were running down her thigh. I reached thru her legs, cupping her cheeks to pull her in closer and leaned forward to kiss her inner thigh and taste her sweetness and oh what a delight when I discovered it was truly sweet. Giving a lady oral pleasure has always been one of the most enjoyable things for me and it always amazed me how no two ladies tasted the same, each has something to offer and Samantha was just yummy.  I couldn’t wait to bury my tongue between the folds of her womanhood. While I kissed and let my lips trail up and down her thigh, I brought my thumb forward and let it slide between her lips, moving it back and forth as I moved it up towards her engorged clit, the hood pulled back exposing her pearl of delight, and when I finally touched it she shivered and sank down onto my hand, letting me know it was feeling good. She rode my hand for awhile, holding onto the top bunk and was just rocking back and forth. I turned sideways some so she could straddle my face and I must admit, when I spread her lips and began flicking my tongue over her swollen clit and felt her reaction, then wiggled my tongue back and forth as I moved towards her tunnel of desire, I knew I had better plan on being late getting back on the streets because this wasn’t something I wanted to rush. I eased my tongue into her pussy and she just buckled, pushing herself down on me which was great. I reached around her hips to grab her ass so I could pull her even harder onto my tongue and I sucked her clit between my lips, drawing it inside, sucking it with steady pressure which drove her wild. She began to cum again, covering my mustache with her sweet dew. 

She told me she wanted my cock, and being there to not only protect but to serve, who was I to refuse. She undid my belt and pants, lowering the zipper and I lifted my butt so she could ease them down. I was busy removing my shirt and vest when she pushed my boxers down and my cock felt her touch for the first time as she bent over to take it in her hand and began to stroke me slowly, grasping the shaft at the base and brought her closed hand up towards the head, milking some precum which she rubbed all over the head with her thumb. The anticipation of what she might do next was as exciting as what she was doing, but when she lifted her leg over my head keeping the other foot on the floor, a moan escaped me as her smooth wet pussy opened before my mouth and she lowered herself down while she bent over and flicked the head of my cock with her tongue, continuing to stroke me. Her hand was warm and firm as she began a steady pumping action and she licked up every drop as it oozed out. She said she was having fun watching the way my cock reacted to her touch and that the head was so much larger than the shaft, like a sucker, and we both laughed at that. She opened her mouth and engulfed the head of my cock and slowly let most of it slide into her until my balls were touching her lips, oh my it was great. Feeling her swirl her tongue around me like I was doing to her hot pussy made my balls tighten. She took me really deep then pulled back fast while sucking with a lot of pressure and each time she lifted off she would make a popping sound as her lips came off the head, it was funny to hear but better to feel. While she resumed sucking me, pushing her tongue hard against the shaft of my cock, I picked up my nightstick again and began pushing it into her while drawing her clit between my lips, sucking it like a straw and pushing my tongue against it till she began to gasp and holler that she was coming again.
I had already started rubbing her cluster of nerves some call the g-spot, so as she came I began fucking her hard with the club while pushing it against her. She twisted, rocked, bucked and jerked as she experienced the first orgasm of many I was going to help her have and she filled my mouth and coated my lips with her sweet juices. I let her relax just a moment and she told me how intense that was, but what she didn’t know was I already knew how good it felt for her, and she was about to find out the wonders of the g-spot. I eased two fingers in beside the club, finding the almond of joy as I like calling it, and began to pump her hard with the club while rubbing her hard. She screamed with pleasure as she came again right away. I eased back a moment and just as she said she’d never come that fast before I did it again, and she came really fast, and I keeping going back and forth, make her cum, ease back then make her cum again till she was out of breath. My face looked like someone had poured thin honey over it and the walls of her pussy were clamping down on my fingers and the club, then I knew I had let her feel something many women only hope their lovers will make them feel. This was the part of making love that I enjoyed the best.

She had stopped sucking my cock once she began to cum over and over, which I was somewhat glad because having my cock bitten wasn't something I really care for, but she started again, sucking me harder than before and while I could have cum right away, I wanted to feel myself deep in her so I held back, giving her ass light slaps till it was rosy red. She told me she didn’t like feeling pain but the slaps felt good, but she wanted me in her.
Their bunk beds were older ones with round metal railings. I asked her to go get some soft restraints from the ambulance, which she did but wanted to know why when she came back. I told her not to worry, it was going to be alright. The space between the upper bunk and lower had enough room, so I had her sit on my thighs. The restraints were soft leather with a pile lining and secured with buckles. I took one of her wrist and secured her arm to first one rail and then the other on the other side so her arms were spread and her breasts were presented very nicely. She was worried about this since a medic call might come in at any time but I knew if it did we’d have enough time to get her loose and ready before her partner arrived since it was a part paid part volunteer department, so she relaxed.

I had gotten a little soft but feeling her soft ass on my legs, seeing her large hard nipples and looking at her beautiful face did wonders, plus knowing how this was about to feel didn’t hurt either. I began to stroke my cock while taking one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing and twisting till she began to moan and when she told me she wanted my cock in her now, I helped her lift up and pulled her forward guiding myself into her hot wet folds. It was like an oven that didn’t burn as she lowered herself down on me and began to rock up and down. The restraints helped hold her up and she was able to move her hips from side to side while riding me. I brought my hands up to her breasts and massaged them, tweaking her nipples as she began riding me fast, slamming her ass against my balls. I grabbed her lower legs and brought her feet up onto my chest so she was basically floating free, and this must have really felt good to Samantha because she threw her head back and I felt her pussy tighten around me and she came once again. She was riding me like a kid does on a seesaw and I wasn’t able to hold back. 

I felt it building in my legs, moving up into my body. Knowing I was about to cum I asked her where she wanted me. I was surprised when she asked me to fill her pussy but since I had been clipped years ago, and from knowing all those at the firehouse like I did, I just let it go, and pulled her down on me hard and started raising up to meet her downward thrust. 

I’m not sure if I had ever felt what I was feeling before. The first surge of hot cum seemed to last forever before the pulsations began, and I felt wave after wave of my hot juices spurting inside her. Samantha must have felt it too and screamed yes, yes each time it did. It felt like I came for five minutes before my legs relaxed and we both settled into a slow rhythm.

We were both wasted and when I released the straps holding her wrist she collapsed into my arms. I held her for a long time like that, enjoy the feeling as my cock became limp and slide out of her. I was stroking her hair and face, feeling like a young man again, and when I tilted her face to kiss her, it was not that of lust but of a budding friendship long awaited for that went beyond the norm.

I was running really late now but I was glad the station was still empty except for her and I as we went into the shower to clean up. It had been a long time since I had shared a shower with a women and it felt great soaping her breast and holding them in my hands as we bathed. Her nipples became erect again and I couldn’t help but take a few extra minutes letting my fingers lightly caress them and grinding my cock against her soapy ass. When she lathered her hands up and took me into her hand, stroking me, it wasn’t long before I was fully erect again. I told her if she kept it up I was really going to be late but she just smiled a very wicked smile and pumped me faster. Her hand became a blur, holding me tight and stroking me fast, cupping my balls and pulling the sac lightly and I told her I was about to cum again. She knelt down and opened her mouth, holding her tongue out while I came again. 

This was driving me wild seeing my cum hit her lips and face, her running her tongue around licking it up before she took me into her mouth and sucked the last drops up.

As much as I wanted to eat her right then, I had to get back onto the streets so we finished up and talked about what may be ahead for each other as I dressed. As I snapped my gun belt stays, we agreed that we didn’t want this to be a one-time event and made plans for the following weekend.
As I got back into the cruiser and went to slide the nightstick back into the rack, I had to smile remembering it sliding into her. The rest of the evening went fast and many folks got a word of advice and only a warning that night. It never hurts to put a smile on someone’s face now does it?



Firehouse Fantasy



It was a hot, muggy night. The weather man predicted a thunderstorm, but Alyssa had a couple of deliveries that had to be made before she could head home. After the day she had, that's all she wanted to do. She looked at her list: 4 dozen cupcakes to the Baker's; Foster wedding cake to Bethel Chapel; retirement cake to North Side Firehouse. She went through the addresses and figured out what the best route would be to get her home the quickest. Chapel first, Fire Station last, it was only about 5 miles from her house. She loaded up her van, looked herself over in the mirror and realized she looked even more exhausted than she thought. "Great, this is what I want my customers to see..." she thought. She pulled out her bag and touched up what she could of her face and fixed her hair into a messy bun. Then off she went, dragging her feet the whole way.

She knew the chapel would be the most difficult with the size of the cake. Thankfully, the caterers were ready with a cart so it didn't take much on her part at all. One down......two down......."Hopefully this one will go just as quick," she said to herself as she climbed back into her van then a loud thunder rolled through the sky. "I really need to beat this storm home!"

She pulled up to the station just as the rain was starting to really fall. She threw on her rain coat and ran for the door. 

"Can I help you?", she heard a deep voice say from somewhere around the corner. She walked further into the room and found a very well built man standing in what looked to be a stairway. Alyssa was a bit speechless looking at the man in front of her, tight shirt, shorts and flip flops. 

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, I have a cake to deliver for a Capt Reilly's retirement. Is there any way that I can get someone to help me bring it in so hopefully it doesn't get wet?"

"I'll do you one better. How about I open our ambulance bay and you can just pull in?"

"That would be great!"

She watched as he turned to head towards the garage. He had a very nice tight ass to go with that chest. "Mmmm..." she thought! "And I look like this! Figures," and she headed back out into the now pouring rain. 

Just as she reached her van, lightening flashed across the sky and she saw the lights flash all around her immediately followed by the loudest thunder she had ever heard. She pulled her van into the garage just in time for another lightening bolt to light up the night sky long enough for them to see the trees being swayed to the side by the hard winds.

"Looks like you may be stuck here with us for a bit. It's getting pretty bad out there," the fireman said.

"Oh no, I am so ready to be home.," she mumbled and then yet another lightening bolt, "but it does look that way. I still need to get this cake in so it doesn't melt in my van."

"No problem. How can I help? My name is Paul, by the way and yours....."

"Alyssa. I should have said that earlier, sorry. It's been a long day," she said with a smile.

He helped her carry the cake into the kitchen and offered her a drink.

"Thanks, but what I really want is a shower," she said without thinking. "I'm sorry, I know this is the safe thing to do. I'm just a little on edge in thunderstorms and I'm tired so that's not a good combination. I would love some water. Thank you Paul."

He grabbed her a bottle from the fridge. As he handed her the bottle, he smiled. "I can actually help you with the shower to, if you don't mind waiting for me to shuffle some guys out. We actually all just got back and were showering up when I saw your van pull up."

"Oh. Well, how long do you think this is suppose to last?"

"Last report we got said it could be after midnight before it settles down," he said with a little too much enjoyment in his tone.

"Sure then. Why not. I'm sure you all would very much appreciate me not smelling sickening sweet if you're stuck with me. I'll just grab my bag from my van while I'm waiting."

So many things were running through Alyssa's head right now that she was almost dizzy! "What the hell! Is this happening!" she kept thinking. "This has got to be some kind of dream. I am seriously not stuck in fire station. Not to mention about to be naked in this fire station..." She suddenly realized that she was actually saying this out loud. She looked around to see if anyone had heard when she saw 2 more equally stunning men enter the kitchen. "Oh God, please don't let them have heard that!"

Alyssa grabbed her bag and looked herself over in the rearview mirror really quick. "Here goes," she said to herself. She walked back into the living area where Paul was waiting with a towel.

"I'll show you where the shower is," Paul said with a nod of his head. She followed him up the stairs to the dorm area and then into a large bathroom ending in shower. A big.....open......shower. A locker room shower. Her stomach turned as she felt her cheeks flush with blood. Paul looked at her and grinned, "don't worry, I'll be right out there making sure no one comes in. I still need my shower after all!" He winked, handed her the towel and walked out of the bathroom.

Alyssa watched as Paul walked away from her. She couldn't help but think "Damn, you really don't have to go" as his tight ass shifted with each step. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Get a grip, Alyssa! This is NOT a fantasy. Stuff like that just doesn't happen!" and she exhaled deeply. She slipped off her shoes first, then slowly took her clothes off and laid them over a bench outside the showers next to her towel.. Paul also gave her some soap and shampoo that she was very grateful for at the moment. She turned on the shower closest to her and let the water warm before edging in. Awww....that was exactly what she needed! The hot water ran down her tired body; the steady stream of water beat down on her muscles. She reached her hand up and started to rub her neck under the hot water. Ohhhhhhh....she started to melt under the exhalation of the day. Paul had no idea what he had just given her! Mmmm., and if he came back in here, maybe she'd just show him..."Alyssa! No!" she exclaimed aloud, maybe a little too loud.

"You ok? I thought I heard...", Paul called out from the door.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Just talking to myself I guess."

"Oh, well...." he drew out his words seemingly hoping she would interrupt. Keep him from leaving.

"Thank you, though," she said with an obvious grin on her face. "Paul," she drew out his name a little. "I know that I have completely imposed on you already and you have been an incredibly gracious host."

"No problem, anything you need," he eagerly interrupted.

"I was just wondering if you had a t-shirt that I could borrow."

"Oh, yeah, sure. Let me just, um. Yeah, let me get you one," his voice drifted out the door.

Alyssa couldn't help but to smile, but she knew she wasn't thinking clearly. Obviously! 

"Where do you want me to set it?" Paul asked when he returned.

"Can you just set it right there by my bag?" Alyssa knew that he would have a clear view into the shower from the bench her bag was on. What was she doing! She shook her head, but didn't back down. She heard him clear his voice lightly.

"Sure!" His voice was closer. Alyssa closed her eyes, not wanting to shy away from the excitement she was feeling. 

Paul set the shirt down and slowly glanced up. There was Alyssa, back to him, glistening wet, touching....he could feel his shorts getting tighter. Alyssa slowly turned to the side and gave him a full view of her profile. Her breasts were firm and her nipples were erect under the running water. She opened her eyes and caught his stare from the corner of her eye.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I didn't realize how close that was."

"No, no, I'm...I'm...I'm the one who's sorry," Paul finally spit out.

Alyssa smiled and felt her cheeks flush again. But that wasn't the only place the she could feel a rush of blood. Her clitoris was thumping in her swollen pussy. She wanted him right now more than she ever thought she had wanted a man. 

"It's ok. I guess you've already seen though, so you might as well come on in and take your shower. Since I so rudely interrupted yours earlier, it's the least I can do. Let you take a shower, I mean." Her thoughts were racing, her heart was pounding and her clit was pulsing harder and harder.

"If you're sure, I really could use one." He couldn't hide the partial shock and all out excitement in his tone. 

"I don't mind at all," she quietly said, suddenly a little nervous. It's been a long time since she's flirted and an even longer time since she's been naked with a man. "You can do this," she told herself.

Paul wasted no time getting his clothes off and into the shower. He passed behind her, glancing down at her perfect back side leading to her slender legs. There would be no hiding his excitement now! He turned on the shower two down from Alyssa, carefully keeping turned so she wasn't in on his secret. 

Alyssa watched Paul from the corner of her eye. His ass looked even better bare! She could feel the pulsating throb even stronger. She put her head under the running water and let the courage build back up.

"Would you mind handing me that soap? I gave you mine. I guess I didn't think we'd need it at the same time," he jokingly said. Alyssa laughed lightly and reached for the soap that she still had sitting on the floor. Paul watched as she bent over, only slightly bending her knees, giving him an eye full of a glistening shaven pussy. She stood back up and turned to Paul, who was now at full attention facing straight on to Alyssa, eyes still locked in on where he wanted his tongue to be. 

She playfully giggled, "Thank you!"

"You, you are most welcome. You have got an outstanding body if you don't mind me saying."

Alyssa ran her hand down her side as she looked him down then back up to his deep blue eyes. "You forgot your soap," she said still in her playful tone. "How about I help you with it?"

The body wash squirted into her hand in a smooth stream. She rubbed her hands together as she reached Paul's naked body. Her hands ran across his chiseled chest and down to his cut abs. Alyssa couldn't help but think this man had to work out all the time, but wow! She slid her hands around his side as she drew herself closer into him. Her nipples very lightly touching his chest. Paul closed his eyes and deeply inhaled as tingles ran through his body from the touch. Her hands ran in circles on his lower back and then grabbed onto to his tight ass. She pulled in even closer pressing his rock hard member into her stomach. 

"Mmmmm...." Paul moaned. His eyes still closed.

Alyssa's hands slowly slid over his hips until they were wrapped around his thick hard cock. She stroked up and down his shaft, teasing his head with the tip of her finger. He finally opened his eyes and looked down at the stunning view in front of him. His hands ran up her sides and then cupped her breasts. He ran his finger lightly across the tip of one nipple. She arched her back and let out a gasp and tightened her grip slightly. Paul kissed the base of her neck as his hand followed the contour of her body down to her hip. Her hand still stroking his hard cock. He pulled their bodies into the warm water, letting it run between them. Alyssa moaned again as the warm water ran down her engorged lips. Paul lifted her leg to his hip and pulled her into him, pressing her breasts into his chest. Alyssa wrapped her hands around his neck, lacing her fingers through his hair with one hand, she pulled herself up and slid her throbbing pussy on his waiting dick. Paul grunted as he squeezed into her tight pussy. He pulled her up by her ass thrusting her all the way down his hard cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deep and then slide up and down. He turned and pressed her against the wall. He thrust his hips faster and faster as Alyssa's moans got louder.

"Oh FUCK!" she cried out, making him push harder and faster. She had never felt so erotic! "Fuck me, Paul!" she moaned!

Alyssa's eyes opened slightly, looking over Paul's shoulder. She thought she saw someone by the bench. A wave of excitement came over her and she cried out again, "Fuck me!" She glanced over his shoulder again hoping to see someone watching.

"Should we invite our visitor to join us?" she whispered into Paul's ear. He could hear the excitement in her voice and feel the thrill of the moment rush through him yet again. He pushed her against the wall, burying his cock deep inside her. 

"Think you can handle us both?" Paul teased.

"There's only one way to find out," and with that Alyssa motioned for their audience to join. She finally saw a broad black man step into the shower, shirt off and tight shorts showing his huge cock at full erection. Another wave of excitement came over her and she pulled Paul deep into her again, "Fuck!"

"Mind if I step in, Paul?" 

"It's nice and tight, Eric," he said as shifted Alyssa's legs over to him and she wrapped her arms around Eric's neck. He slowly lowered her onto his thick cock. Alyssa's head pushed back on the wall as she felt him stretch her tight pussy.

"Mmmmmm...." she moaned. This was the biggest cock she has ever taken and she wanted more! She pushed her pussy further down his shaft and started thrusting her hips up and down taking in more each time. "Oh God!" Alyssa cried out. "Ohhhh!"

Eric started fucking her faster as her moans got louder. He pulled her up against his hard chest as he ran one hand down body. Then she felt two more hands on her ass as Eric turned her back to Paul. Alyssa reached one hand back, pulling Paul into her. Eric squeezed both hands on her ass as she laid back into Paul. Paul ran his hands up her sides and around to her bouncing breasts. Eric fucked her harder and harder. 

"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" Alyssa could feel a tingling throughout her body. "Ooohhhhhh!!!!" she cried out louder! The orgasm tore through her body and she was suddenly very thankful Paul was holding her up, but it didn't stop! Eric kept pushing his cock in and out of her gushing pussy. The orgasm kept building! Eric's moans got louder and louder. She could feel him throbbing inside her, ready to explode! 

"Don't stop!" she cried through her continued massive orgasm. "Ooooohhhhhhh...." they both moaned. Faster, harder, louder! His cock throbbing inside her until she felt him explode, shooting deep inside her engorged pussy. 

Paul lifted her off of Eric and bent her forward. Alyssa leaned into Eric as Paul slid his hard cock into her cum soaked pussy. Her clit was throbbing and her lips were quivering. She could feel another orgasm building, the last barely over. "Ooohhhhhh my GOD!" she screamed out! Paul pulled her hips into him fucking her harder and harder the louder she got. The excitement shot through his body as he erupted another load inside her hot box! Alyssa's body felt like it had melted; her legs weak; her heart racing. Her two stallions held her up. "I guess you can't handle us both," Paul whispered with a wink.

Alyssa smiled back. "Oh, I could probably handle one of your friends now," she teased.

"I'm Eric, by the way," he said with a gorgeous smile.

"Alyssa. It is VERY nice to meet you, Eric!"

"I was actually coming up to let Paul know that the worst of the storm was over when I heard all of the excitement going on in here. I apologize for.....interrupting."

"Oh, I don't think she minded the interruption at all," Paul continued to tease back.

"I guess that means I could probably make it home," Alyssa said, but the disappointment in her voice caught her by surprise. She had just lived out a fantasy that she wasn't ready to let end!

They all toweled off, still smiling from the euphoria of what had just happened. Alyssa slipped on the shirt Paul had loaned her along with a pair of shorts she had in her bag. Eric suddenly pulled her in and gave her a very long, passionate kiss. She felt weak at the knees again. He pulled back and flashed his smile at her again.

"You're welcome to come back any time you'd like, ya know."

Her cheeks flushed. "I will definitely keep that in mind," raising an eye brow as she smiled slyly.

Paul walked her downstairs and around through the front hallway to get to her van. He opened her door and then closed it back slightly.

"I second what he said. You are very welcome here anytime," and he handed her a card with a cell phone number written on the back.

"Thank you for the....." she paused, not sure how to end this fantastic experience, "hospitality," she finished with a wink. "Any time you're in the mood, for some sweets I mean....you know where to find me."

Paul opened her door the rest of the way. She climbed in her van, still feeling a little unstable. She pulled out of the garage and gave a wave to what was the end of a living fantasy. 

"Wow, I love storms," she said with a smile as she headed home.



Firehouse Rock



I

God, it felt good to be out in the sunshine! The sun stroked Monica's back with heat that spread throughout her body like a hot steaming mist. Her simple gauzy cotton skirt brushed her thighs in a complicated syncopation with the wind and the length of her stride as she walked down the busy street. Her long straight auburn hair lifted a little in the breeze, teasing her bare arms and face with its dancing strands. 

She stopped, closed her eyes and smiled, slowly turning right there on the sidewalk, lifting her face to the pulsing sun. Passersby circled around her, but she was only slightly aware of their presence. She listened to the street talk: the sounds of cars and trucks circulating through the streets, a dog barking in the distance, laughter coming from the corner coffee house café and the telltale exhalation of breath from men passing her. 

The men took her closed eyes as an excuse to boldly eye her cleavage and the daring expansive swell of breasts visible above the tight white paper-thin tank top. Her top did little to hide the perfectly centered nipples that boldly jutted forward, merrily teasing, begging to be touched, to be suckled. 

Her back arched as a sudden stiff breeze lifted her long skirt and swept up her legs to tickle her naked pussy. 

Something clutched and immediately released her right breast. 

She gasped and snapped her eyes open, staring into the smiling brown eyes of a young man who sheepishly apologized and grinned. He would have pleasant thoughts and a hard on for the rest of the day, remembering that he actually copped a feel of a beautiful redhead's huge breasts right there on the street.

She smiled knowingly, her face dazzlingly bright, and turned to continue her walk.

A few yards down the street she squinted at the sun which seemed to suddenly brighten, burning. She stopped and reached into her purse for her sunglasses and slipped them on, unaware she had stopped on a wide concrete driveway.

"Monica???"

A voice issued from the dark recesses of an open fire station door. The gleaming red of two fire engines dissipated into inky blackness in stark contrast to the brightness of the brilliant hot summer day outside.

She turned and peered into the darkness, sliding her sunglasses down off her nose to see better into the gloom. Man sized shapes gradually emerged from the darkness. 

This was interesting. She didn't think she actually knew any firefighters. She had always admired them, of course. They were local heroes who worked tirelessly during the yearly wildfires that seemed to spring up like malevolent forces early every summer. This summer had been no exception; five separate fires had licked huge swatches of the local mountains black.

"Monica?"

They were closer now. She could make out four figures as they came closer to the light. "Yes?" She looked at them in puzzlement and still managed to appreciate their rugged good looks and well-muscled hard bodies nearly bursting from black tee shirts and jeans. One held a basketball under one arm and she imagined they glowed a little from recent exercise. Her eyebrows lifted and she pursed her lips in appreciation and her blue eyes flicked up, down and around to touch each one in turn.

The tallest one stepped up to her, his eyes registering surprise, delight and a touch of lust. His chest rose as his breath deepened, grabbing and discarding air hungrily. 

"It IS you... Monica Majors?" He eyes traveled leisurely down her hourglass form and casually back up and lingering on her half exposed breasts and finally back to stare into her eyes. His eyes were a startling grey-blue in contrast to black hair and tanned handsome face.

"Yes? Do I know you?" She inhaled sharply, her eyes huge, shocked by a sudden sexual punch. She blinked, her breasts seemed to strain forward toward this man of their own accord as if alive and demanding to be touched.

"I told you it was her!" The fireman turned to speak to the three men behind him. 

Monica felt his eyes leave hers with an almost physical wrenching pain. Her body was suddenly alive and tingling, her nipples so hard they ached, her cunt filling with lustful juice. Every square inch of her skin strained forward and animal lusting anticipation ran a little sticky line down her inner thigh.

"We know you!" one of the other men laughed. "We are some of your biggest fans!" 

Monica looked at the one who spoke, her eyes feasting on his good sculpted dark good looks and licked her lips. God, they were ALL beautiful! Her hands itched and her fingers twitched as if already caressing those magnificent arms.

She snapped back to reality when his words reached through her lustful haze. 

They recognized her! 

She had always known this could happen. Until now she had managed to stay safely anonymous in her own home town. It was too late to disavow her name as she had already answered, and it would be pointless to deny that she was Monica Majors, suburban housewife, erotic writer and Web Porn Model with a personal website membership in the thousands. She had been, after all, practically licking them all up with her eyes, and their perusal of her was just as sexually charged. 

She looked at all of them, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Well, she had to admit, if she was going to be recognized, being seen by four gorgeous firefighters was probably the most exciting way for it to happen. 

She dipped her head and looked up through her lashes at the men and smiled. Well, she had always had a warm sexy spot in her heart for men in uniform, especially firefighters. Hadn't her erotic story "Firehouse Rock" proved just that?

"My biggest fans? Well this is a surprise! I never expected to be recognized in my own neighborhood!"

"I'm Jim." The tall one reached out for her hand. She automatically extended her hand and watched it disappear into his warm grip. He indicated the men behind him with a careless sweeping gesture, "this is Roy, Simon and David." Voices of the men behind him rustled and rushed over her skin. Wordless, caressing, anticipating, warm. 

"Very glad to meet all of you," Monica smiled and shook hands with each of them in turn. The last one, David, pulled her palm to his lips, lingering deliciously. When they finally released her, her body was singing. Each handshake was a caress, each touch of flesh against flesh a promise.

Jim stepped up close she had to look up to see his face. His eyes devoured her. "We have your posters up in the dorm. And we all really loved that story, 'Firehouse Rock'." He grinned. "It's kind of funny; this almost plays like in the opening scene." He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His breath was hot and sweet and hinted of coffee. 

She tilted her head and smiled ruefully. "Yeah, um, I noticed that, too." 

Not only paying members of her website, but members who read her work and bought her merchandise! This was exciting and a little scary. 

Her second career as a nude model and web entrepreneur had given her more financial security she had ever achieved in her former businesses. But she still had to live in her hometown and doubted that many of the committees she sat on would appreciate this overtly sexual side of her, if this got out.

His voice dropped to a whisper and he gently, almost reverently brushed away a lock of long red hair that had blown into her face. Her skin tingled where he touched her. "We could give you a tour and prove what big fans we are, if you are interested."

This was obviously more than a simple invitation. Monica knew he was asking for more, asking for all of her that bright July afternoon. 

They knew her body in pictures and videos. They knew her fantasies in her erotic stories and pictorials. 

They knew that this exact scenario -- being recognized, being offered a "tour" and then thoroughly, gorgeously fucked by a group of lusty uniformed men - was a favorite fantasy of hers.

They were asking in their burning eyes and tense postures, if she wanted to make that fantasy a reality, right here, with them. 

She could feel the yearning and fire radiating from them with an intensity that rivaled the sun... that same sun that suddenly burned at her back, causing her to take an involuntarily step forward into the cool darkness of the fire station. A sudden breeze licked her legs, whipping her skirt and long hair forward, cooling and pushing her deeper into the darkness, out of the light, out of reality. So. Even the elements were nudging her forward, toward the men who stood breathlessly waiting. 

How far could she really go? She brushed her hair out of her face and considered. Four men. Could she honestly handle all four? As the writer in her story, she controlled the men's actions, their movements, their lusts, carefully guiding them where SHE wanted them. She knew she could handle two real men - she had before with wonderfully wild and insanely orgasmic results. But four? Could she taste, touch, stroke and allow herself to be tasted, touched and stroked by these men, these four strangers? 

And what of Jason? Her wonderful husband who encouraged her darker lustful side and loved to watch her with other men... He had proven to her that he loved to see her get off with other men, but he was always right there, watching. 

Hmmmm. She was little on the spot today. Jason was out of town on business and these wonderful men were right here... right now. 

She knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to make one of her favorite fantasies come true... a fantasy that Jason loved to hear about, over and over again. Their nightly phone call while he was out of town always included Monica relating one her fantasies or real sex adventures while they both masturbated. Ironically, last night's phone call has been a retelling of this very scene. What did he say when they were both panting and mellowing after their communal masturbation had reached it climax? Oh yes. He said he wanted that story to come true; he wanted to hear about the EXPERIENCE rather than a mere fantasy. 

Of course, Jason is pretty clear about one thing: that he always wanted to be there for the sex, even if he just watched... Would he forgive her, this once, for doing it without him? 

Monica struggled for a moment. Jason would, if he were in town, tell her to go for it and watch with a huge grin and even bigger hard on, waiting for his turn. But today he was in a conference and could not be reached. This decision was hers and hers alone. 

She looked the men over once again. They waited patiently, staring at her with admiration and lust. Heroes. Gorgeous. Young. Wanting her. Four men. Should she? She smiled. How could she not? She WAS Monica Majors, sex goddess and web porn star. Monica Majors could handle anything. And Monica knew in her heart that Jason would understand as long as she gave him a detailed report tonight. He did so love her recitations of her sexual adventures...

So, tonight she would give him a new adventure!

She tilted her head and laughed, her blue eyes twinkling merrily, and surrendered to the moment. "I would love a tour!"

Jim's eyes widened and he exhaled noisily as he turned and led her into the darkness, with the other three men following close behind. The big outside doors rumbled slowly shut. Reality receded with disappearance of the visible outside world the door slowly barricaded from view. 

With the gentle final bang, the door hit the pavement. The firehouse had swallowed her whole.

II

Monica looked around her with interest, her eyes already adjusting semi-darkness. Yes, they had two big red fire trucks that sparkled even in the dim light, with a dizzying array of hoses and chrome boxes and gauges and gismos and, what was that over there? A shiny silver pole that descended from the upper story! Monica laughed and turned to grin at the men following her. "I always wanted to do this!" She skipped over to the pole, her long gauze skirt fluttering behind her. She grabbed the pole with one hand and dashed around it, giggling as the five men blurred around her. Their laughter joined hers. She went faster, until her long skirt billowed and rippled, offering tantalizing glimpses of thigh and split second winks of white bare ass.

She slowed and, dizzy, started to collapse, and was caught by several pairs of strong arms that steadied her. She grinned up at their smiling faces. 

"That was fun!" 

She stood up and made a show of smoothing her skirt over hips and legs, fully aware that four pairs of eyes followed her hand movements with interest. She deliberately brought her hands up gracefully and lightly brushed under and over her breasts, trailing up her chest and neck to her chin before throwing them over her head in delight. "I feel great!"

"I'll bet you do!" one of them whispered. Three men mumbled assent, their eyes bright.

Monica looked at them, her eyes huge with feigned innocence. "Sorry for the detour!" She looked at Jim, who stood shock still, staring, a prisoner of sudden overwhelming lust as he had watched her spin around the pole. He shook himself with an exhalation of surprise and with one eyebrow cocked in acknowledgment of her affect on him said, "Okay... let's go!"

Each step echoed hollowly on the hard concrete floor. The air was thick with sexual tension, the silence electric, as if the merest word could spark each man to spontaneously combust into a ball of sexual lust. 

Monica followed Jim up the stairs. She tilted her head and appreciated his tight round ass as he walked up in front of her. All she had to do was reach out and just... grab a handful. She smiled at the thought and contented herself to concentrating on how his ass moved with each step. She imagined that ass bare and flexing as she wrapped her legs around his waist... Her cunt flooded at the thought.

Behind her, the three stragglers fought to be the one to directly follow her up the narrow stairs. Roy, his dark skin still slick from his workout of earlier, won the short scuffle and hurried to follow her. The others followed and strained to catch glimpses of Monica's ample ass undulating and swaying under the long thin skirt with each step.

The stairs opened into a large common room, complete with two couches and a couple of easy chairs, a large dining table with several chairs pushed neatly in, a large screen television and a state of the art stereo system arranged comfortably on shining hardwood floors. They walked the length of the room and Monica peered into an office, cluttered with maps pinned to the walls and stacks of papers in neat piles, a few more steps took them past a wide opening that led to a sparkling functional kitchen. 

The door at the end of the room, their obvious destination, was closed. Jim opened it, leading her into a large dormitory. About a dozen beds, with bookcases, chests between them outlined the perimeter of the room. A large dark wood desk with a huge flat screen computer monitor stood in the far corner of the room. A bank of lockers painted yellow filled one wall next to an opening to a large locker-room style shower of gleaming white ceramic. From what she could see, Monica counted six shower heads and had the distinct impression there were more further into the room.

Jim stopped in the middle of the room and indicated the walls with a bemused smile. "See? I told you we were fans."

Monica looked around and laughed. She turned in a circle and counted six posters of her in various poses and several 8x10 photos carefully pinned to the walls around most of the beds. One bed seemed especially decorated. She stopped and counted eight photos arranged artfully above the bed. "Who sleeps here?" she asked.

"I do," Jim said coming up right behind her. She imagined she could feel his breath in her hair.

She turned and looked up at him. Placing her hands on his wide chest and spreading her fingers, she moved her hands across his wide chest, watching her hands as they traveled the wide expanse of his hard chest. She could feel his heart beat beneath her hands. She allowed them to travel up to the side of his face and she guided his face close to hers. "Thank you for the compliment," she whispered.

She kissed him. The world fell away in spinning tornadoes. His lips on hers were warm and soft and delicious. At first he was tentative, taken by surprise, but as the heat of their lips pressed together became unbearable, he moaned and dove into the fire, his tongue tasting, exploring, wandering. Her fingers snaked onto his hair and she pressed her body into his, her soft curves conforming to his hard sculpted mass. She hummed. 

Monica pulled away from him and touched his lips with her fingers. "Wow," she said. She turned to the other men looking on with barely concealed jealousy, keeping one hand caught in his hair as if for balance. "Do you all kiss as well as Jim?"

A chorus of promises and challenges erupted. Monica laughed lightly and turned back to Jim. She reached up and kissed him again, lightly, and caressed his head before letting go reluctantly. "I guess I will just have to find out!"

She put out her hand to the men and one of them stepped forward eagerly (Simon?). Using her hands like a master musician, she ran her hands all over the front of his tee-shirt and over his broad shoulders and up to his head. He was already straining to kiss her, his green eyes half closed with lust. She smiled and darted forward to give him a little lick across his lips. He followed her blindly. She dove in again and planted a small kiss on his cheek, he turned his head to her, moaning, whimpering even. Monica took pity on his hungry mouth and greedily pressed her lips on his. His tongue lunged into her mouth with searing heat. 

The room was spinning again. 

Monica had to hang onto the firefighter in order to keep her balance. He tasted different, but so good. Hot, musky, salty, she let the sensations tear at her senses and ended the centuries-long kiss with a small bite on his full lower lip. He moaned deep in his throat as she pulled away

Monica extended her hand to the next man in line. Just as she twisted out of Simon's grasp facing the next man who eagerly reached for her, he grabbed her hips and pulled them to him so her ass ground into his pelvis. She laughed and wiggled her ass over his obvious huge hard on and beckoned to the man in front of her. 

"Come on baby, kiss me! Show me what you've got!" she whispered. He obliged, diving into a deep soulful kiss that made Monica gasp in surprise. The man behind her thrust his hips forward and moved one hand to her belly, pressing her to him. The other hand stole up and almost reverently cupped her ample right breast, his hand circling its immense mound slowly, savoring this actual touch of what he had only seen in photos before.

As if that first sexual touch had released them all from polite restraint, hands were suddenly all over her. There were hands on both her breasts, cupping her ass, running over her belly down toward her clit, hands cradling her head while she was being thoroughly kissed, and, oh god, hands on her bare legs, running up her inner thighs. 

She moaned and spread her legs as the questing fingers found her wet naked cunt and demanded access. Fingers probed her clit, circling expertly for a tantalizing moment then continued inward, parting her swollen labia and finally tickling at the entrance to her waiting body.

She pulled away from the man kissing her just long enough to glance down and see the man whose fingers were probing her suddenly completely disappear under her skirt. Hot breath seared her aching clit and his warm tongue made delicious contact. The fingers at her cunt multiplied and rhythmically plunged into her. In and out, while the tongue at her clit licked and sucked, and the mouth on hers plundered. 




Firehouse Rock



Someone's hands pulled at her shirt, lifting it over her breasts with some difficulty. Warm fingers dipped inside her bra and pulled out their prize. Her suddenly exposed nipple was immediately covered by a mouth. More hands fumbled at the latch of her bra. Monica's heart beat hard with each hook being unlatched, until, after the fourth beat, the tight circle around her chest lifted and disappeared. Now both her naked breasts were being fondled and sucked. 

The fingers in her cunt were driving her precariously to the edge of sanity. Her mind was being carried blissfully away, leaving nothing but a starving sexual animal behind. She moaned against the lips of the man kissing her, urgent and demanding. The fingers and tongue under her skirt increased their tempo. Hands stroked, groped and grabbed at her. Hot mouths seared her quivering flesh. Her skin burned. 

Suddenly everything faded like background noise except the fingers fucking her hard and furiously. Her heart leapt to her throat and exploded in a scream as stars burst from her singing cunt and exploded on her skin with icy fire. The explosions went on forever in a perfect breathless moment captured in eternally shattering ice. 

III

Monica, or what was left of her, crumpled slowly. Hands fell away from her animal self and moved to support her physical body as the men caught her and carried her to the nearest bunk. They laid her out reverently, arranging her pliable arms and legs and smoothing her crumpled clothes. They stepped back and watched as she slowly came back to them.

She blinked slowly and focused on the men surrounding the bed. The cool air whispered over her bare skin. She could feel every cell in her body sigh with contentment. 

"You back?" Jim grinned at her as she slowly regained voluntary use of her body.

"Mmmmm.. yeah..." Monica stretched and twisted slightly on the bed. She settled on her back and wiggled on the mattress. "That was a very nice warm up!" Her hands moved down to her thighs and cupped her still pulsing cunt through her skirt.

She parted her legs and closed her eyes, sighing, lifting her hips as she pressed her fingers hard against the lingering heat there. 

She opened her eyes and looked at each of the men surrounding her while slowly lifting her skirt to her waist. Her juicy pink cunt glistened, beckoning. She moved her hands back down and slowly began to caress herself, moving her fingers in tight circles over her swollen clit. 

"You aren't just going to leave me here like this are you?" Monica pouted and moved her hand faster. "All that did was get me hotter... so horny. So empty! God, if I don't get a cock in here I am going to..." 

Her voice faded as she watched four men suddenly scramble to get out of their pants and grab at her at the same time.

"Monica?" a soft voice whispered close to her ear. "Do you mind if we take pictures?"

Monica turned to the voice as her legs were being pushed back and a weight settled between her open thighs. She smiled. "I get a copy!"

Footsteps receded as one of the firefighters ran to get a camera and the weight on the bed shifted. She reached her arms toward a man and pulled his face close to hers, kissing him with consuming focused passion. The world irised down to the two of them. His cock begged for entrance into her waiting pussy. She reached around to his bare firm ass and pulled him to her, easing his huge penis into her tight sexual embrace. It slid carefully inside her, filling her, stealing her mind away as her body leapt forward and strained against him. Her body hummed. Her throat contracted with each stroke as her vagina squeezed him as he pulled out and opened to accept each inward thrust. 

Her mind peripherally noticed periodic flashing lights and registered the camera at work. Each flash scorched her already smoking skin, moving around and searching for entrance and access into her soul. 

The man fucking her held himself up with his arms on either side of her shoulders, touching her only at her screaming cunt. Her breasts bounced frantically. She clutched the side of the bed, fisting the covers into tight balls of fabric. Her legs wrapped around the man's waist and she met each of his strong thrusts with a frenzied upward push of her own. Her head thrashed from side to side and a deep throaty growl punctuated the close air in the room. Her mind went blank with white passion and her body fell from the sky. Words danced in her head. Mindless, meaningless, animal sounds punched and scratched at her evaporating reason. 

Oh, God! Yesss! Fuck me, fuck me YESSSSSSSS!

She was not aware that she had screamed those words aloud. The men waiting their turn stroked themselves with increasing frenzy. Monica Majors was turning out to be even better than the fantasy... better than anything they could have imagined simply because she was real. And she was here, open arms, open legs, open to... anything. 

She twitched and convulsed around the hot meat buried inside her. Another animal voice mingled with her own and he joined her freefall flight with powerful shuddering thrusts. She wrapped him tighter and they slowed and floated back to earth embraced. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot and ragged in her ear. She could feel the frantic beating of his heart against hers. 

Her hands disintegrated and slowly reappeared, tingling. She dragged her near-useless hands up over sweat slicked body lying on her and brought her hands back to life by running them through his short cropped hair. 

He slowly pulled himself up, his limp penis slipping out of her with the infinitesimal sound of a soap bubble popping, and braced his body on one elbow. He looked at her through half closed eyes, still rife with passion. He brought his hand to her face and stared at her, wonderingly. 

"MMmmmmmMm! That was wonderful!" she whispered, turning on the bed to face him. She kissed him and let her hands fall back to the bed. She rolled over onto her stomach, feeling the sticky cum ease out and escape over her thighs. The man beside her rolled off the bed and stood shakily, his well used spent tool flaccid and slick.

Monica propped herself up and looked around at the three naked waiting men, their cocks ready and eager for her. "So many men... so many wonderful cocks!" She laughed and wiggled her ass. "Who's next, I wonder? And," she playfully touched her mouth, "who is going to feed me... I'm hungry!"

At this command, hands pulled her ass up until she was on her knees and a warm silky cock stroked her cheek. She turned to close her mouth over her first oral offering as her knees were gently spread, exposing and offering her glistening sex to the world. 

IV

Hours passed. Weeks passed. An eternity passed. Time stopped and spun out of control. Monica lay slick with sweat and the cum of four powerful men drying between her legs, on her face and across her chest. She was vaguely aware she was sprawled across a different bed than the one she had started on. 

Someone pulled at her, murmuring something. The words would not register. She turned toward the face and saw only a blur. Four sated grinning firefighters gently lifted her well used body and half carried her to the showers. 

Multiple orgasms left her weak as a kitten and her mind was still reeling from the overpowering sensations she had experienced. 

Four men. Four men. Oh god, it was the most incredible physical experience... And now it was over. 

She barely heard the shower being turned on until the stinging stream of water hit her hypersensitive skin. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Too powerful. Too many sensations. Too much. Too soon. 

It was over too soon. 

Her heart roared in her ears, pounding load and desperate. Over? No! She didn't want it to be over! She wanted it AGAIN. Her mind screamed, take me back there! Take me back to that place... that place where my body belongs to you and NOT to me! Please, please, please take me back... 

She whimpered and closed her eyes, letting her face drift into the stream of warm water.

Soapy hands gently washed her. Hands slid over and under her breasts, flicking her hard aching nipples. Other hands slid down her back and others over her ass, parting her cheeks and rubbing between her legs, soft and slow. More hands skimmed down her belly and another one buried itself in the dense curly hair of her trimmed muff. Several hands glided up and down both sides of both legs. Hands slicked her arms and delicately soaped each of her fingers. More hands supported her, holding her up under the cleansing stream of the water. 

More hands...? Her mind suddenly clicked back on. There seemed to be more hands than should be there. 

She tried to focus on the faces of the men around her, but there were so many. How many were there? She vaguely recognized her four hunky firemen, but there seemed to be more than four here now. She forced herself to count. ...three, four, five, six... Where did those extra two men come from? She shook her head to clear it and looked more closely. 

Yes, there were extra naked men here. Naked men with their soapy hands sliding all over her. Muscles bulged, wet and glistening hard bodies filled her vision. As she peered at the bodies surrounding her, she could make out water splashing, dancing off of two more very hard cocks, in direct contrast to the spent penises of the men she had just finished satisfying. 

Random flashes of bright light bounced off the white tile and happily blinded her.

She smiled and closed her eyes, allowing the water and the therapeutic hands swallow her skin with silky warmth. The air was full of sound. The water, several voices rising and falling, a phone ringing somewhere in the distance. All the sound crashed together in a soft cacophony that dimmed into white noise that barely registered in her overloaded brain. Sound blurred as if she were underwater. 

Something hot and firm pressed against her slick soapy bottom, rubbing tentatively. Another question. 

She gave the only answer she could. She pushed against the hardness and opened her legs, bending forward. 

The water hit her back and forced her lower with thousand of tiny wet slaps until her hands touched the floor. The slick hardness pushed between her cheeks, past her quivering sphincter, opened her pulsing labia and found home. Hands gripped her hips and he rammed into her. She screamed in ecstasy and triumph as her body joyfully accepted him and her world flashed and collapsed again.

V

Water. She was surrounded by water. Water fell on her gently kissing her bare skin. Water hissed in her ears. And there were hands. 

Many hands held her up and squeezing her body, not so gently now. Cold, hard, unyielding tiles pressed against her back. Hands lifted her legs off the floor and gently pulling them apart. 

A body pressed between her open legs. Something hard pushed in. Her body yielded, welcomed. She wrapped her arms around someone's neck for balance and wrapped her legs around a trim waist, hooking her feet behind him. 

Hands held her legs up, pushed up against the wall of the shower. A demanding hardness began to piston in and out of her pulsing body. The lights flashed and went dim and the screams that filled the air were a curious mixture of passion and laughter.

VI

She was lying face down, still wet. Lying on something lumpy. Her swollen labia gripped something solid that moved in time with the rhythmically tilting room. 

Colors swirled and coalesced into a face below her, grimacing with passion. The lumps under her became recognizable as the hard male muscles of a well worked body. She was straddling his hips. His hands desperately held onto her, digging into her ass cheeks, parting them convulsively. The air kissed her exposed ass. 

Her body moved of its own accord, under no conscious direction on her part, bucking and undulating in time with the grunts expelling from this dark man's full lips. Her breasts were flattened against his chest and her nipples ached unbearably. 

The bed moved. She was being touched again. Yes, more hands were on her body. These hands pulled her butt cheeks further apart and touched her ass with warm wetness. She shivered, still meeting each of her steed's thrusts with one of her own. A finger pushed inside her ass, popping in suddenly. Blood roared in her ears. 

VII

Impossible sensations. Overwhelmingly punishing and overwhelmingly rewarding. Orgasmic cries and bodies slick with sweat filled her consciousness. 

Her body resided on a plane that did not include her mind; her mind hovered just above, separate, watching helplessly as her body was taken on a psychedelic trip, carried by powerful forces she herself invited in and welcomed wholeheartedly.

Two swords of velvet steel shattered her soul as her vagina and ass were pierced in a concert of passion. Her body came in waves, convulsing, in and out, relentless and unending as the sea. 

She watched as she accepted another long curving penis into her mouth. Sucking, slurping noises were added to the slapping of skin against skin, the groans and growls of animalistic pleasure that filled the room and the murmur of on-lookers. She watched her body as it was wracked with orgasms, one after another, screaming against the cock in her mouth, helplessly riding the inevitable tide to wherever it would take her.

VIII 

Water again. This time the hands were sweet, tender and washed the drying residue of hours of sex from her aching body. Someone washed her hair and gently, reverently rinsed the shampoo off her face. The water sound stopped and she was enveloped in warmth. Towels engulfed her body and she was carried and carefully laid on a bed of clean white sheets. More towels pressed and patted her skin gently; as if afraid she would break with any more pressure. Her head was lifted and someone held a cup to her lips. Water. She drank deeply.

IX

Monica's mind reentered her body in slow stages, testing and timidly probing before properly realigning itself. 

The roaring in her ears subsided, and she could hear whispering voices, the gentle whirring of an air conditioner and quiet footsteps all around her. 

She was in darkness and it took her a moment of puzzled reflection to realize that her eyes were closed. She opened them slowly.

She was lying in one of the beds in the fire station dormitory, her body naked under a clean white sheet. Her drying hair was carefully spread out over a pillow. She could feel her body in a thousand prickling sensations, pulsing, tingling, throbbing.  

No pain. No, no pain anywhere. Her muscles danced with remembered pleasure, her skin tingled and desperately held onto the memory of being so thoroughly alive.

She looked up at the men circling her bed. She smiled and moved experimentally.

"Hey, she's awake!" One of the men -- she did not recognize him, he must have been one of the late-comers -- called out. 

Footsteps, and more men crowded around her. She skimmed their faces. She counted, just in case more had materialized. Yep. Just as she thought. A total of eight men now looked at her with expressions of satisfaction, delight, quelled lust and even genuine concern danced across their faces. 

Eight men. Wow. She would never have imagined being able to satisfy... It couldn't have really happened... not with all of them... 

Even as she formed the question in her mind, bright flashes of memory proved it to her in a frenetic slide show of different bodies, different faces, different entry points, alive and very real behind her eyes, and some... some of them more than once. 

Oh yes. It happened. Her body remembered each of them. Remembered the shape and feel and taste of each man, each cock, each mouth. And all those hands. She was sure her skin must be covered in handprints, searing her being with indelible, permanent cooling brands.

She focused on one familiar face. Jim. 

She smiled and laughed lightly. "That was some tour!"

Jim burst out in delighted laughter and helped her sit up. The sheet fell away from her bare breasts. She did not move to cover them. Her breasts were rosy and beautiful, alive and warm.

And they were as real as she was.

X

Monica slowly, sensuously walked out into the fading sunlight, a cd filled with digital memories to share with Jason in her purse. 

The sun was low in the sky and winked at her, bathing her in golden light. The warm wind danced around her, tickling her ear with excited murmuring. 

Her face was scrubbed and devoid of make-up, her hair was freshly washed and hanging straight, but everyone who saw her did a double take. 

This red-haired, blue-eyed woman with the frankly hourglass figure simply glowed with sexual power. It radiated off of her in palpable waves, devastating every person who glanced her way.

Men found they could not take their eyes off of her. Women looked at her with envy or puzzlement, not entirely sure why they were drawn to her. 

Not one person who saw her walk down the public street that late afternoon would soon forget her, the vision of an auburn haired sexual goddess temporarily assigned to earth.

And Jason would have one hell of a story tonight!

Epilogue

At one particular firehouse in a sprawling suburban town, the sleeping dorm is quiet now; the scent and sounds of sex have faded into memory tinged with incredulous wonder. The various girly posters and pictures hanging on the wall have new, personal messages and signatures. The computer in the corner boasts a background picture of the same beautiful blue-eyed redhead that looks down from the posters and pictures on the wall. She looks as if she is smiling right into the very soul of whoever looks at her. 

The men who were lucky enough to have been assigned to work that fateful day never speak of their experience. They grin and look knowingly at each other, and very carefully pass the cd bursting with pictures amongst themselves. "Do you have it?" they whisper, but that is as close to talking about it as they come. Their unspoken shared fear that the mere crass mention of it will break the spell and wrench its stunning unreality from their minds is another bond between them. 

They do their jobs and work out and eat and play basketball on their breaks and go about their lives with their wives and their girlfriends. 

And sometimes they find themselves glancing at the front door expectantly, waiting, endlessly hoping. Their dreams are filled with the memory of one incredible July afternoon when their perfect fantasy walked in off the street and into their minds and hearts forever.

***



Firehouse Rocks



I

God, it felt good to be out in the sunshine! The sun stroked Monica's back with heat that spread throughout her body like a hot steaming mist. Her simple gauzy cotton skirt brushed her thighs in a complicated syncopation with the wind and the length of her stride as she walked down the busy street. Her long straight auburn hair lifted a little in the breeze, teasing her bare arms and face with its dancing strands. 

She stopped, closed her eyes and smiled, slowly turning right there on the sidewalk, lifting her face to the pulsing sun. Passersby circled around her, but she was only slightly aware of their presence. She listened to the street talk: the sounds of cars and trucks circulating through the streets, a dog barking in the distance, laughter coming from the corner coffee house café and the telltale exhalation of breath from men passing her. 

The men took her closed eyes as an excuse to boldly eye her cleavage and the daring expansive swell of breasts visible above the tight white paper-thin tank top. Her top did little to hide the perfectly centered nipples that boldly jutted forward, merrily teasing, begging to be touched, to be suckled. 

Her back arched as a sudden stiff breeze lifted her long skirt and swept up her legs to tickle her naked pussy. 

Something clutched and immediately released her right breast. 

She gasped and snapped her eyes open, staring into the smiling brown eyes of a young man who sheepishly apologized and grinned. He would have pleasant thoughts and a hard on for the rest of the day, remembering that he actually copped a feel of a beautiful redhead's huge breasts right there on the street.

She smiled knowingly, her face dazzlingly bright, and turned to continue her walk.

A few yards down the street she squinted at the sun which seemed to suddenly brighten, burning. She stopped and reached into her purse for her sunglasses and slipped them on, unaware she had stopped on a wide concrete driveway.

"Monica???"

A voice issued from the dark recesses of an open fire station door. The gleaming red of two fire engines dissipated into inky blackness in stark contrast to the brightness of the brilliant hot summer day outside.

She turned and peered into the darkness, sliding her sunglasses down off her nose to see better into the gloom. Man sized shapes gradually emerged from the darkness. 

This was interesting. She didn't think she actually knew any firefighters. She had always admired them, of course. They were local heroes who worked tirelessly during the yearly wildfires that seemed to spring up like malevolent forces early every summer. This summer had been no exception; five separate fires had licked huge swatches of the local mountains black.

"Monica?"

They were closer now. She could make out four figures as they came closer to the light. "Yes?" She looked at them in puzzlement and still managed to appreciate their rugged good looks and well-muscled hard bodies nearly bursting from black tee shirts and jeans. One held a basketball under one arm and she imagined they glowed a little from recent exercise. Her eyebrows lifted and she pursed her lips in appreciation and her blue eyes flicked up, down and around to touch each one in turn.

The tallest one stepped up to her, his eyes registering surprise, delight and a touch of lust. His chest rose as his breath deepened, grabbing and discarding air hungrily. 

"It IS you... Monica Majors?" He eyes traveled leisurely down her hourglass form and casually back up and lingering on her half exposed breasts and finally back to stare into her eyes. His eyes were a startling grey-blue in contrast to black hair and tanned handsome face.

"Yes? Do I know you?" She inhaled sharply, her eyes huge, shocked by a sudden sexual punch. She blinked, her breasts seemed to strain forward toward this man of their own accord as if alive and demanding to be touched.

"I told you it was her!" The fireman turned to speak to the three men behind him. 

Monica felt his eyes leave hers with an almost physical wrenching pain. Her body was suddenly alive and tingling, her nipples so hard they ached, her cunt filling with lustful juice. Every square inch of her skin strained forward and animal lusting anticipation ran a little sticky line down her inner thigh.

"We know you!" one of the other men laughed. "We are some of your biggest fans!" 

Monica looked at the one who spoke, her eyes feasting on his good sculpted dark good looks and licked her lips. God, they were ALL beautiful! Her hands itched and her fingers twitched as if already caressing those magnificent arms.

She snapped back to reality when his words reached through her lustful haze. 

They recognized her! 

She had always known this could happen. Until now she had managed to stay safely anonymous in her own home town. It was too late to disavow her name as she had already answered, and it would be pointless to deny that she was Monica Majors, suburban housewife, erotic writer and Web Porn Model with a personal website membership in the thousands. She had been, after all, practically licking them all up with her eyes, and their perusal of her was just as sexually charged. 

She looked at all of them, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Well, she had to admit, if she was going to be recognized, being seen by four gorgeous firefighters was probably the most exciting way for it to happen. 

She dipped her head and looked up through her lashes at the men and smiled. Well, she had always had a warm sexy spot in her heart for men in uniform, especially firefighters. Hadn't her erotic story "Firehouse Rock" proved just that?

"My biggest fans? Well this is a surprise! I never expected to be recognized in my own neighborhood!"

"I'm Jim." The tall one reached out for her hand. She automatically extended her hand and watched it disappear into his warm grip. He indicated the men behind him with a careless sweeping gesture, "this is Roy, Simon and David." Voices of the men behind him rustled and rushed over her skin. Wordless, caressing, anticipating, warm. 

"Very glad to meet all of you," Monica smiled and shook hands with each of them in turn. The last one, David, pulled her palm to his lips, lingering deliciously. When they finally released her, her body was singing. Each handshake was a caress, each touch of flesh against flesh a promise.

Jim stepped up close she had to look up to see his face. His eyes devoured her. "We have your posters up in the dorm. And we all really loved that story, 'Firehouse Rock'." He grinned. "It's kind of funny; this almost plays like in the opening scene." He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His breath was hot and sweet and hinted of coffee. 

She tilted her head and smiled ruefully. "Yeah, um, I noticed that, too." 

Not only paying members of her website, but members who read her work and bought her merchandise! This was exciting and a little scary. 

Her second career as a nude model and web entrepreneur had given her more financial security she had ever achieved in her former businesses. But she still had to live in her hometown and doubted that many of the committees she sat on would appreciate this overtly sexual side of her, if this got out.

His voice dropped to a whisper and he gently, almost reverently brushed away a lock of long red hair that had blown into her face. Her skin tingled where he touched her. "We could give you a tour and prove what big fans we are, if you are interested."

This was obviously more than a simple invitation. Monica knew he was asking for more, asking for all of her that bright July afternoon. 

They knew her body in pictures and videos. They knew her fantasies in her erotic stories and pictorials. 

They knew that this exact scenario -- being recognized, being offered a "tour" and then thoroughly, gorgeously fucked by a group of lusty uniformed men - was a favorite fantasy of hers.

They were asking in their burning eyes and tense postures, if she wanted to make that fantasy a reality, right here, with them. 

She could feel the yearning and fire radiating from them with an intensity that rivaled the sun... that same sun that suddenly burned at her back, causing her to take an involuntarily step forward into the cool darkness of the fire station. A sudden breeze licked her legs, whipping her skirt and long hair forward, cooling and pushing her deeper into the darkness, out of the light, out of reality. So. Even the elements were nudging her forward, toward the men who stood breathlessly waiting. 

How far could she really go? She brushed her hair out of her face and considered. Four men. Could she honestly handle all four? As the writer in her story, she controlled the men's actions, their movements, their lusts, carefully guiding them where SHE wanted them. She knew she could handle two real men - she had before with wonderfully wild and insanely orgasmic results. But four? Could she taste, touch, stroke and allow herself to be tasted, touched and stroked by these men, these four strangers? 

And what of Jason? Her wonderful husband who encouraged her darker lustful side and loved to watch her with other men... He had proven to her that he loved to see her get off with other men, but he was always right there, watching. 

Hmmmm. She was little on the spot today. Jason was out of town on business and these wonderful men were right here... right now. 

She knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to make one of her favorite fantasies come true... a fantasy that Jason loved to hear about, over and over again. Their nightly phone call while he was out of town always included Monica relating one her fantasies or real sex adventures while they both masturbated. Ironically, last night's phone call has been a retelling of this very scene. What did he say when they were both panting and mellowing after their communal masturbation had reached its climax? Oh yes. He said he wanted that story to come true; he wanted to hear about the EXPERIENCE rather than a mere fantasy. 

Of course, Jason is pretty clear about one thing: that he always wanted to be there for the sex, even if he just watched... Would he forgive her, this once, for doing it without him? 

Monica struggled for a moment. Jason would, if he were in town, tell her to go for it and watch with a huge grin and even bigger hard on, waiting for his turn. But today he was in a conference and could not be reached. This decision was hers and hers alone. 

She looked the men over once again. They waited patiently, staring at her with admiration and lust. Heroes. Gorgeous. Young. Wanting her. Four men. Should she? She smiled. How could she not? She WAS Monica Majors, sex goddess and web porn star. Monica Majors could handle anything. And Monica knew in her heart that Jason would understand as long as she gave him a detailed report tonight. He did so love her recitations of her sexual adventures...

So, tonight she would give him a new adventure!

She tilted her head and laughed, her blue eyes twinkling merrily, and surrendered to the moment. "I would love a tour!"

Jim's eyes widened and he exhaled noisily as he turned and led her into the darkness, with the other three men following close behind. The big outside doors rumbled slowly shut. Reality receded with disappearance of the visible outside world the door slowly barricaded from view. 

With the gentle final bang, the door hit the pavement. The firehouse had swallowed her whole.

II

Monica looked around her with interest, her eyes already adjusting semi-darkness. Yes, they had two big red fire trucks that sparkled even in the dim light, with a dizzying array of hoses and chrome boxes and gauges and gismos and, what was that over there? A shiny silver pole that descended from the upper story! Monica laughed and turned to grin at the men following her. "I always wanted to do this!" She skipped over to the pole, her long gauze skirt fluttering behind her. She grabbed the pole with one hand and dashed around it, giggling as the five men blurred around her. Their laughter joined hers. She went faster, until her long skirt billowed and rippled, offering tantalizing glimpses of thigh and split second winks of white bare ass.

She slowed and, dizzy, started to collapse, and was caught by several pairs of strong arms that steadied her. She grinned up at their smiling faces. 

"That was fun!" 

She stood up and made a show of smoothing her skirt over hips and legs, fully aware that four pairs of eyes followed her hand movements with interest. She deliberately brought her hands up gracefully and lightly brushed under and over her breasts, trailing up her chest and neck to her chin before throwing them over her head in delight. "I feel great!"

"I'll bet you do!" one of them whispered. Three men mumbled assent, their eyes bright.

Monica looked at them, her eyes huge with feigned innocence. "Sorry for the detour!" She looked at Jim, who stood shock still, staring, a prisoner of sudden overwhelming lust as he had watched her spin around the pole. He shook himself with an exhalation of surprise and with one eyebrow cocked in acknowledgment of her affect on him said, "Okay... let's go!"

Each step echoed hollowly on the hard concrete floor. The air was thick with sexual tension, the silence electric, as if the merest word could spark each man to spontaneously combust into a ball of sexual lust. 

Monica followed Jim up the stairs. She tilted her head and appreciated his tight round ass as he walked up in front of her. All she had to do was reach out and just... grab a handful. She smiled at the thought and contented herself to concentrating on how his ass moved with each step. She imagined that ass bare and flexing as she wrapped her legs around his waist... Her cunt flooded at the thought.

Behind her, the three stragglers fought to be the one to directly follow her up the narrow stairs. Roy, his dark skin still slick from his workout of earlier, won the short scuffle and hurried to follow her. The others followed and strained to catch glimpses of Monica's ample ass undulating and swaying under the long thin skirt with each step.

The stairs opened into a large common room, complete with two couches and a couple of easy chairs, a large dining table with several chairs pushed neatly in, a large screen television and a state of the art stereo system arranged comfortably on shining hardwood floors. They walked the length of the room and Monica peered into an office, cluttered with maps pinned to the walls and stacks of papers in neat piles, a few more steps took them past a wide opening that led to a sparkling functional kitchen. 

The door at the end of the room, their obvious destination, was closed. Jim opened it, leading her into a large dormitory. About a dozen beds, with bookcases, chests between them outlined the perimeter of the room. A large dark wood desk with a huge flat screen computer monitor stood in the far corner of the room. A bank of lockers painted yellow filled one wall next to an opening to a large locker-room style shower of gleaming white ceramic. From what she could see, Monica counted six shower heads and had the distinct impression there were more further into the room.

Jim stopped in the middle of the room and indicated the walls with a bemused smile. "See? I told you we were fans."

Monica looked around and laughed. She turned in a circle and counted six posters of her in various poses and several 8x10 photos carefully pinned to the walls around most of the beds. One bed seemed especially decorated. She stopped and counted eight photos arranged artfully above the bed. "Who sleeps here?" she asked.

"I do," Jim said coming up right behind her. She imagined she could feel his breath in her hair.

She turned and looked up at him. Placing her hands on his wide chest and spreading her fingers, she watched her hands as they traveled across its wide expanse. She could feel his heart beat beneath her hands. She allowed them to travel up to the side of his face and she guided his face close to hers. "Thank you for the compliment," she whispered.

She kissed him. The world fell away in spinning tornadoes. His lips on hers were warm and soft and delicious. At first he was tentative, taken by surprise, but as the heat of their lips pressed together became unbearable, he moaned and dove into the fire, his tongue tasting, exploring, wandering. Her fingers snaked onto his hair and she pressed her body into his, her soft curves conforming to his hard sculpted mass. She hummed. 

Monica pulled away from him and touched his lips with her fingers. "Wow," she said. She turned to the other men looking on with barely concealed jealousy, keeping one hand caught in his hair as if for balance. "Do you all kiss as well as Jim?"

A chorus of promises and challenges erupted. Monica laughed lightly and turned back to Jim. She reached up and kissed him again, lightly, and caressed his head before letting go reluctantly. "I guess I will just have to find out!"

She put out her hand to the men and one of them stepped forward eagerly (Simon?). Using her hands like a master musician, she ran her hands all over the front of his tee-shirt and over his broad shoulders and up to his head. He was already straining to kiss her, his green eyes half closed with lust. She smiled and darted forward to give him a little lick across his lips. He followed her blindly. She dove in again and planted a small kiss on his cheek, he turned his head to her, moaning, whimpering even. Monica took pity on his hungry mouth and greedily pressed her lips on his. His tongue lunged into her mouth with searing heat. 

The room was spinning again. 

Monica had to hang onto the firefighter in order to keep her balance. He tasted different, but so good. Hot, musky, salty, she let the sensations tear at her senses and ended the centuries-long kiss with a small bite on his full lower lip. He moaned deep in his throat as she pulled away

Monica extended her hand to the next man in line. Just as she twisted out of Simon's grasp facing the next man who eagerly reached for her, he grabbed her hips and pulled them to him so her ass ground into his pelvis. She laughed and wiggled her ass over his obvious huge hard on and beckoned to the man in front of her. 

"Come on baby, kiss me! Show me what you've got!" she whispered. He obliged, diving into a deep soulful kiss that made Monica gasp in surprise. The man behind her thrust his hips forward and moved one hand to her belly, pressing her to him. The other hand stole up and almost reverently cupped her ample right breast, his hand circling its immense mound slowly, savoring this actual touch of what he had only seen in photos before.

As if that first sexual touch had released them all from polite restraint, hands were suddenly all over her. There were hands on both her breasts, cupping her ass, running over her belly down toward her clit, hands cradling her head while she was being thoroughly kissed, and, oh god, hands on her bare legs, running up her inner thighs. 

She moaned and spread her legs as the questing fingers found her wet naked cunt and demanded access. Fingers probed her clit, circling expertly for a tantalizing moment then continued inward, parting her swollen labia and finally tickling at the entrance to her waiting body.

She pulled away from the man kissing her just long enough to glance down and see the man whose fingers were probing her suddenly completely disappear under her skirt. Hot breath seared her aching clit and his warm tongue made delicious contact. The fingers at her cunt multiplied and rhythmically plunged into her. In and out, while the tongue at her clit licked and sucked, and the mouth on hers plundered. 

Someone's hands pulled at her shirt, lifting it over her breasts with some difficulty. Warm fingers dipped inside her bra and pulled out their prize. Her suddenly exposed nipple was immediately covered by a mouth. More hands fumbled at the latch of her bra. Monica's heart beat hard with each hook being unlatched, until, after the fourth beat, the tight circle around her chest lifted and disappeared. Now both her naked breasts were being fondled and sucked. 




Firehouse Rocks



The fingers in her cunt were driving her precariously to the edge of sanity. Her mind was being carried blissfully away, leaving nothing but a starving sexual animal behind. She moaned against the lips of the man kissing her, urgent and demanding. The fingers and tongue under her skirt increased their tempo. Hands stroked, groped and grabbed at her. Hot mouths seared her quivering flesh. Her skin burned. 

Suddenly everything faded like background noise except the fingers fucking her hard and furiously. Her heart leapt to her throat and exploded in a scream as stars burst from her singing cunt and exploded on her skin with icy fire. The explosions went on forever in a perfect breathless moment captured in eternally shattering ice. 

III

Monica, or what was left of her, crumpled slowly. Hands fell away from her animal self and moved to support her physical body as the men caught her and carried her to the nearest bunk. They laid her out reverently, arranging her pliable arms and legs and smoothing her crumpled clothes. They stepped back and watched as she slowly came back to them.

She blinked slowly and focused on the men surrounding the bed. The cool air whispered over her bare skin. She could feel every cell in her body sigh with contentment. 

"You back?" Jim grinned at her as she slowly regained voluntary use of her body.

"Mmmmm.. yeah..." Monica stretched and twisted slightly on the bed. She settled on her back and wiggled on the mattress. "That was a very nice warm up!" Her hands moved down to her thighs and cupped her still pulsing cunt through her skirt.

She parted her legs and closed her eyes, sighing, lifting her hips as she pressed her fingers hard against the lingering heat there. 

She opened her eyes and looked at each of the men surrounding her while slowly lifting her skirt to her waist. Her juicy pink cunt glistened, beckoning. She moved her hands back down and slowly began to caress herself, moving her fingers in tight circles over her swollen clit. 

"You aren't just going to leave me here like this are you?" Monica pouted and moved her hand faster. "All that did was get me hotter... so horny. So empty! God, if I don't get a cock in here I am going to..." 

Her voice faded as she watched four men suddenly scramble to get out of their pants and grab at her at the same time.

"Monica?" a soft voice whispered close to her ear. "Do you mind if we take pictures?"

Monica turned to the voice as her legs were being pushed back and a weight settled between her open thighs. She smiled. "I get a copy!"

Footsteps receded as one of the firefighters ran to get a camera and the weight on the bed shifted. She reached her arms toward a man and pulled his face close to hers, kissing him with consuming focused passion. The world irised down to the two of them. His cock begged for entrance into her waiting pussy. She reached around to his bare firm ass and pulled him to her, easing his huge penis into her tight sexual embrace. It slid carefully inside her, filling her, stealing her mind away as her body leapt forward and strained against him. Her body hummed. Her throat contracted with each stroke as her vagina squeezed him as he pulled out and opened to accept each inward thrust. 

Her mind peripherally noticed periodic flashing lights and registered the camera at work. Each flash scorched her already smoking skin, moving around and searching for entrance and access into her soul. 

The man fucking her held himself up with his arms on either side of her shoulders, touching her only at her screaming cunt. Her breasts bounced frantically. She clutched the side of the bed, fisting the covers into tight balls of fabric. Her legs wrapped around the man's waist and she met each of his strong thrusts with a frenzied upward push of her own. Her head thrashed from side to side and a deep throaty growl punctuated the close air in the room. Her mind went blank with white passion and her body fell from the sky. Words danced in her head. Mindless, meaningless, animal sounds punched and scratched at her evaporating reason. 

Oh, God! Yesss! Fuck me, fuck me YESSSSSSSS!

She was not aware that she had screamed those words aloud. The men waiting their turn stroked themselves with increasing frenzy. Monica Majors was turning out to be even better than the fantasy... better than anything they could have imagined simply because she was real. And she was here, open arms, open legs, open to... anything. 

She twitched and convulsed around the hot meat buried inside her. Another animal voice mingled with her own and he joined her freefall flight with powerful shuddering thrusts. She wrapped him tighter and they slowed and floated back to earth embraced. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot and ragged in her ear. She could feel the frantic beating of his heart against hers. 

Her hands disintegrated and slowly reappeared, tingling. She dragged her near-useless hands up over sweat slicked body lying on her and brought her hands back to life by running them through his short cropped hair. 

He slowly pulled himself up, his limp penis slipping out of her with the infinitesimal sound of a soap bubble popping, and braced his body on one elbow. He looked at her through half closed eyes, still rife with passion. He brought his hand to her face and stared at her, wonderingly. 

"MMmmmmmMm! That was wonderful!" she whispered, turning on the bed to face him. She kissed him and let her hands fall back to the bed. She rolled over onto her stomach, feeling the sticky cum ease out and escape over her thighs. The man beside her rolled off the bed and stood shakily, his well used spent tool flaccid and slick.

Monica propped herself up and looked around at the three naked waiting men, their cocks ready and eager for her. "So many men... so many wonderful cocks!" She laughed and wiggled her ass. "Who's next, I wonder? And," she playfully touched her mouth, "who is going to feed me... I'm hungry!"

At this command, hands pulled her ass up until she was on her knees and a warm silky cock stroked her cheek. She turned to close her mouth over her first oral offering as her knees were gently spread, exposing and offering her glistening sex to the world. 

IV

Hours passed. Weeks passed. An eternity passed. Time stopped and spun out of control. Monica lay slick with sweat and the cum of four powerful men drying between her legs, on her face and across her chest. She was vaguely aware she was sprawled across a different bed than the one she had started on. 

Someone pulled at her, murmuring something. The words would not register. She turned toward the face and saw only a blur. Four sated grinning firefighters gently lifted her well used body and half carried her to the showers. 

Multiple orgasms left her weak as a kitten and her mind was still reeling from the overpowering sensations she had experienced. 

Four men. Four men. Oh god, it was the most incredible physical experience... And now it was over. 

She barely heard the shower being turned on until the stinging stream of water hit her hypersensitive skin. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Too powerful. Too many sensations. Too much. Too soon. 

It was over too soon. 

Her heart roared in her ears, pounding load and desperate. Over? No! She didn't want it to be over! She wanted it AGAIN. Her mind screamed, take me back there! Take me back to that place... that place where my body belongs to you and NOT to me! Please, please, please take me back... 

She whimpered and closed her eyes, letting her face drift into the stream of warm water.

Soapy hands gently washed her. Hands slid over and under her breasts, flicking her hard aching nipples. Other hands slid down her back and others over her ass, parting her cheeks and rubbing between her legs, soft and slow. More hands skimmed down her belly and another one buried itself in the dense curly hair of her trimmed muff. Several hands glided up and down both sides of both legs. Hands slicked her arms and delicately soaped each of her fingers. More hands supported her, holding her up under the cleansing stream of the water. 

More hands...? Her mind suddenly clicked back on. There seemed to be more hands than should be there. 

She tried to focus on the faces of the men around her, but there were so many. How many were there? She vaguely recognized her four hunky firemen, but there seemed to be more than four here now. She forced herself to count. ...three, four, five, six... Where did those extra two men come from? She shook her head to clear it and looked more closely. 

Yes, there were extra naked men here. Naked men with their soapy hands sliding all over her. Muscles bulged, wet and glistening hard bodies filled her vision. As she peered at the bodies surrounding her, she could make out water splashing, dancing off of two more very hard cocks, in direct contrast to the spent penises of the men she had just finished satisfying. 

Random flashes of bright light bounced off the white tile and happily blinded her.

She smiled and closed her eyes, allowing the water and the therapeutic hands swallow her skin with silky warmth. The air was full of sound. The water, several voices rising and falling, a phone ringing somewhere in the distance. All the sound crashed together in a soft cacophony that dimmed into white noise that barely registered in her overloaded brain. Sound blurred as if she were underwater. 

Something hot and firm pressed against her slick soapy bottom, rubbing tentatively. Another question. 

She gave the only answer she could. She pushed against the hardness and opened her legs, bending forward. 

The water hit her back and forced her lower with thousand of tiny wet slaps until her hands touched the floor. The slick hardness pushed between her cheeks, past her quivering sphincter, opened her pulsing labia and found home. Hands gripped her hips and he rammed into her. She screamed in ecstasy and triumph as her body joyfully accepted him and her world flashed and collapsed again.

V

Water. She was surrounded by water. Water fell on her gently kissing her bare skin. Water hissed in her ears. And there were hands. 

Many hands held her up and squeezing her body, not so gently now. Cold, hard, unyielding tiles pressed against her back. Hands lifted her legs off the floor and gently pulling them apart. 

A body pressed between her open legs. Something hard pushed in. Her body yielded, welcomed. She wrapped her arms around someone's neck for balance and wrapped her legs around a trim waist, hooking her feet behind him. 

Hands held her legs up, pushed up against the wall of the shower. A demanding hardness began to piston in and out of her pulsing body. The lights flashed and went dim and the screams that filled the air were a curious mixture of passion and laughter.

VI

She was lying face down, still wet. Lying on something lumpy. Her swollen labia gripped something solid that moved in time with the rhythmically tilting room. 

Colors swirled and coalesced into a face below her, grimacing with passion. The lumps under her became recognizable as the hard male muscles of a well worked body. She was straddling his hips. His hands desperately held onto her, digging into her ass cheeks, parting them convulsively. The air kissed her exposed ass. 

Her body moved of its own accord, under no conscious direction on her part, bucking and undulating in time with the grunts expelling from this dark man's full lips. Her breasts were flattened against his chest and her nipples ached unbearably. 

The bed moved. She was being touched again. Yes, more hands were on her body. These hands pulled her butt cheeks further apart and touched her ass with warm wetness. She shivered, still meeting each of her steed's thrusts with one of her own. A finger pushed inside her ass, popping in suddenly. Blood roared in her ears. 

VII

Impossible sensations. Overwhelmingly punishing and overwhelmingly rewarding. Orgasmic cries and bodies slick with sweat filled her consciousness. 

Her body resided on a plane that did not include her mind; her mind hovered just above, separate, watching helplessly as her body was taken on a psychedelic trip, carried by powerful forces she herself invited in and welcomed wholeheartedly.

Two swords of velvet steel shattered her soul as her vagina and ass were pierced in a concert of passion. Her body came in waves, convulsing, in and out, relentless and unending as the sea. 

She watched as she accepted another long curving penis into her mouth. Sucking, slurping noises were added to the slapping of skin against skin, the groans and growls of animalistic pleasure that filled the room and the murmur of on-lookers. She watched her body as it was wracked with orgasms, one after another, screaming against the cock in her mouth, helplessly riding the inevitable tide to wherever it would take her.

VIII 

Water again. This time the hands were sweet, tender and washed the drying residue of hours of sex from her aching body. Someone washed her hair and gently, reverently rinsed the shampoo off her face. The water sound stopped and she was enveloped in warmth. Towels engulfed her body and she was carried and carefully laid on a bed of clean white sheets. More towels pressed and patted her skin gently; as if afraid she would break with any more pressure. Her head was lifted and someone held a cup to her lips. Water. She drank deeply.

IX

Monica's mind reentered her body in slow stages, testing and timidly probing before properly realigning itself. 

The roaring in her ears subsided, and she could hear whispering voices, the gentle whirring of an air conditioner and quiet footsteps all around her. 

She was in darkness and it took her a moment of puzzled reflection to realize that her eyes were closed. She opened them slowly.

She was lying in one of the beds in the fire station dormitory, her body naked under a clean white sheet. Her drying hair was carefully spread out over a pillow. She could feel her body in a thousand prickling sensations, pulsing, tingling, throbbing.  

No pain. No, no pain anywhere. Her muscles danced with remembered pleasure, her skin tingled and desperately held onto the memory of being so thoroughly alive.

She looked up at the men circling her bed. She smiled and moved experimentally.

"Hey, she's awake!" One of the men -- she did not recognize him, he must have been one of the late-comers -- called out. 

Footsteps, and more men crowded around her. She skimmed their faces. She counted, just in case more had materialized. Yep. Just as she thought. A total of eight men now looked at her with expressions of satisfaction, delight, quelled lust and even genuine concern danced across their faces. 

Eight men. Wow. She would never have imagined being able to satisfy... It couldn't have really happened... not with all of them... 

Even as she formed the question in her mind, bright flashes of memory proved it to her in a frenetic slide show of different bodies, different faces, different entry points, alive and very real behind her eyes, and some... some of them more than once. 

Oh yes. It happened. Her body remembered each of them. Remembered the shape and feel and taste of each man, each cock, each mouth. And all those hands. She was sure her skin must be covered in handprints, searing her being with indelible, permanent cooling brands.

She focused on one familiar face. Jim. 

She smiled and laughed lightly. "That was some tour!"

Jim burst out in delighted laughter and helped her sit up. The sheet fell away from her bare breasts. She did not move to cover them. Her breasts were rosy and beautiful, alive and warm.

And they were as real as she was.

X

Monica slowly, sensuously walked out into the fading sunlight, a cd filled with digital memories to share with Jason in her purse. 

The sun was low in the sky and winked at her, bathing her in golden light. The warm wind danced around her, tickling her ear with excited murmuring. 

Her face was scrubbed and devoid of make-up, her hair was freshly washed and hanging straight, but everyone who saw her did a double take. 

This red-haired, blue-eyed woman with the frankly hourglass figure simply glowed with sexual power. It radiated off of her in palpable waves, devastating every person who glanced her way.

Men found they could not take their eyes off of her. Women looked at her with envy or puzzlement, not entirely sure why they were drawn to her. 

Not one person who saw her walk down the public street that late afternoon would soon forget her, the vision of an auburn haired sexual goddess temporarily assigned to earth.

And Jason would have one hell of a story tonight!

Epilogue

At one particular firehouse in a sprawling suburban town, the sleeping dorm is quiet now; the scent and sounds of sex have faded into memory tinged with incredulous wonder. The various girly posters and pictures hanging on the wall have new, personal messages and signatures. The computer in the corner boasts a background picture of the same beautiful blue-eyed redhead that looks down from the posters and pictures on the wall. She looks as if she is smiling right into the very soul of whoever looks at her. 

The men who were lucky enough to have been assigned to work that fateful day never speak of their experience. They grin and look knowingly at each other, and very carefully pass the cd bursting with pictures amongst themselves. "Do you have it?" they whisper, but that is as close to talking about it as they come. Their unspoken shared fear that the mere crass mention of it will break the spell and wrench its stunning unreality from their minds is another bond between them. 

They do their jobs and work out and eat and play basketball on their breaks and go about their lives with their wives and their girlfriends. 

And sometimes they find themselves glancing at the front door expectantly, waiting, endlessly hoping. Their dreams are filled with the memory of one incredible July afternoon when their perfect fantasy walked in off the street and into their minds and hearts forever. 



Firehouse Sissy



Intro:

My name is Rob, but my sissy name is Hillary Rose, a combination of the first name being a beautiful girl I went to elementary school with and the last, a sexy last name of a distant relative. I've been a sissy as far back as I can remember, maybe about the age of 11. I used to think to myself how sexy my sisters looked in their catholic schoolgirl uniforms, and I would often put them on, stockings, panties, bra, skirt, heels and all when they would leave them on the bathroom floor. Which eventually led me to "borrow" (without the person knowing) girls clothes from whomever and wherever I could. As I grew older, I amassed my own wardrobe, complete with wigs, breast forms, makeup, and all the lingerie, clothes, heels and toys a sissy could need. It was all behind closed doors, and thanks to the wonder of the internet I progressed from dressing whenever I could, to taking orders from men over webcam and eventually constantly looking forward to my next opportunity to please a man in person. Although I am sexually attracted to both, I could never bring myself to date men, only women. This led to hiding clothes from girls I lived with, and infidelity, whenever an online exchange with a man drove me to want to please him sexually. The story that follows is both a mix of factual events in my life and some fantasy. I may eventually post entirely factual stories of my sexual adventures, depending on how well this takes off. SO PLEASE COMMENT IF YOU LIKE OR EVEN IF YOU DON'T, IT WOULD ENCOURAGE ME TO DO MORE.... OR TO STOP...




Well, as I said, I've lived with a couple of girlfriends over the years, and had my hidden stash of clothes, toys etc.... One day my girlfriend, Kelly, a short 21 year old brunette, with a tight body, 34C cups, nice abs, and an ass that would make a gay man turn his head, was slated to work late, and head to her evening class at the local college right after, not due home till about 8pm. We had known each other about six years and had been dating about four, the sex life was almost non existent now, and we were really caught in a rut, both so caught up in life, me with work and trying to get onto the Fire Department, her with work and going to college. The monotony was almost painful; at this point we were essentially just roommates who fucked every couple of months. 

Arriving home about 3pm from work that day, I figured I would have plenty of time to dress as Hillary and be a sissy cam whore for men on yahoo. I rushed into my apartment, a small 1 bedroom located immediately thru the main apt building door as you walked in from the parking lot, it was a dingy run down 3 story apartment building. Locking the door and securing the chain, as insurance, I turned on the computer (they were slow to power up back then) which was situated in the small kitchen/dining room you walked into when entering the apartment. I started stripping as I headed to the bedroom, so as to maximize my time as Hillary. Totally naked now, my body shaved all over (which I had achieved by telling Kelly that body hair disgusted me, she agreed) except for a little patch of hair I left just above my sissy clit, so that when tucked it had just the right amount of hair to add to the illusion, that I might actually have a pussy between my legs. I opened our shared closet, and pulled out a black sparkly, short dress that Kelly had, but had never worn in the four years we had been together. I undid the padlock on the footlocker that contained all of Hillary's things, which Kelly believed contained valuable baseball cards, as fast as I could. Pulling out my black padded bra, black garter belt, black lace thigh high stockings, black lace thong, and my 7" vibrating suction cup dildo. To finish off the outfit I grabbed a pair of Kelly's black high heels from the closet floor. Dressing as fast as I could, I headed back into the dining room and placed the dildo on the table next to the computer, having only to attach my garters, and put on my heels.

I sat down and opened up my favorite messenger program. While waiting for it to open and sign on I completed my transformation in what I thought was one of my sexiest outfits yet. I entered a chat room, turned on my webcam and waited for the horny men to message and direct me. 

In no time flat, I was both riding my dildo, and jerking my pathetic little 5" slender sissy clit, giving the perfect camera angle for the maximum amount of 25 horny men the program would allow. Taking orders, doing everything from demonstrating my blowjob skills on my dildo to pissing in a cup, and everything in between, virtually anything that 25 horny men could possibly dream up for a sissy whore who was desperate to please, with the exception of blood and scat, even sissies have limits... 

Having watched more than a few of my viewers shoot impressive loads, from their hard, mouth watering cocks, dreaming of their thick, delicious, smooth loads, sliding down my throat, I had my heels up on the edge of the table, the camera pointing down giving the viewers a shot of my black lace garters, my thong pulled to the side and me stroking my little prick while I'm burying all 7" of my lovely fake cock, taking it up to the balls, bounce after bounce the cock slides deep in my sissy pussy, pounding my prostate. The top of my little excuse for a penis was now moist with precum, glistening in the light from above. Most of my remaining viewers were requesting I shoot my sissy juice. 

I grabbed the shot glass I always use when masturbating...easy clean up... convenience should I become thirsty. I begin to feverishly stroke my tiny clit using two fingers, as I balance myself on the arm of the chair, giving me leverage to continue the glorious pounding my ass is receiving. I'm so close now, my balls tightening, so caught up in the moment, when I hear keys slide into the door....

"SHIT!" I think to myself, I jump up, hit the power button on the computer, as the door opens an inch its suddenly stopped in its track by the chain, my heart pounding out of my chest a mile a minute, as I run around the corner into the bathroom, trying not to let Kelly's black heels click on the tile floor as I run, I drop the dildo in the chaos, quickly scoop it up and close the bathroom door.

I hear Kelly yell "ROB! ROB! WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY IS THE CHAIN ON?" Moving at lightning speed now, I take off the dress, then the bra, the garter, panties, stockings and heels all in one quick swoop...

"Where to hide it, where to hide it"... my mind racing, I open the cover of the trash can and jam it all in, throw on a pair of boxers left on the floor and run to undo the chain, hoping it was all quick enough to not arouse suspicion. "Hey babe, why are you home?" Trying to cover the fact that I'm out of breathe and my heart is racing...

"Class was cancelled, why the hell was the chain on the door."

Thinking quickly... "I was taking a nap, wanted the extra security" looking her in the eyes, trying to see if she's buying it, trying to read from her actions, see if she caught a glimpse of her sissy boyfriend running in a panic... 

"Okay...." she said, skeptically. I think I'm in the clear... I sit down on the couch and turn on the TV, my heart rate slowing, regaining my breath. Kelly heads into the bedroom to change out of her work clothes. 

Thinking to myself, "Did I lock the foot locker? I did... ok, I think I'm still good." Kelly came out, wearing her typical yoga pants, and tank top that both hug her tight body and show off her tits and ass so well, she heads into the bathroom... not unusual, sometimes she did that after work..."I'm still good, why would she look in the trash" I thought to myself. The toilet flushes, the bathrooms quiet for what seems like an eternity, but in reality probably just a minute or two. The door opens, Kelly walks out, what's that in her hand...Shit it's her dress... 

"What, the FUCK, is THIS?" holding up the dress, "and THIS!? " Holding up the dildo she was holding behind her back...

Fuck, I'm busted..."I... I just do it to get off... it's nothing...I'm sorry..."

"UNBELIEVABLE" she said, just one word, that's all, and she headed for the bedroom, throwing the dress and dildo onto the floor of the bathroom on her way by before slamming the door.

Kelly was a hardcore Christian, brought up by god loving parents, who prayed before dinner every night, and went to church every Sunday. It was a miracle that I even got her to let me finger her tight moist pussy, after dating for only a year. It took a full two years of dating, me finger fucking her, and her jerking my little dick, before I was finally able to convince her to let me take her virginity. After the next two years of fucking, and eating her pussy, she never did anything else, no blowjobs, no lingerie, no kinky movies, she was straight vanilla. 

I sat in the living room, a scared, broken, pathetic excuse for a man as I wondered what would happen next but I knew....I knew the dildo alone would be enough to make her end it. She thinks of a man with a dildo and her Christian upbringing, and straight edge parents have all but trained her to think faggot, never mind the girl's clothes, no need to even consider that aspect, what added insult to injury was that it was her little black sparkly dress to begin with.

I walked into the bedroom, Kelly was lying on the bed on her back, staring at the ceiling with the most blank look on her face I had ever seen..."I'm sorry Kelly." I said as I hung my head low.

"What are you gay? I can't believe I've wasted all this time with you."

I replied. "I'm not gay Kelly, I love you, and I just do this because it feels good." 

She laid there in thought for a second..."No, no your gay, no straight man would do this, we're done, this was falling apart anyway, I want you out" She said. 

"But babe..."

"No, we're done ROB; I can't believe I wasted my time with you." She said.

She's hurt, I thought, maybe it will pass, I packed up some things and headed to my parents a few towns over...I knew that was it, she arranged for me to get my things thru email when she wasn't home, and I never saw her again. I pleaded thru email, but never received a reply.

When I got on the Fire Department just a few months later, I even thanked Kelly extensively, thru voicemails and emails for pushing me to achieve my dream of becoming a firefighter. Still no reply... life went on.

Living with my parents, really hurt my time as Hillary, so I progressed to finding men on the internet, for sex in person, and that meant I could be Hillary, I could be the perfect sissy I wanted to be, either at their place, a hotel, or outside, and I loved it. 

My first time riding a dick I shot the biggest load ever, without even touching my little prick, and it was soft when it happened. Being like that, on all fours, getting fucked from behind, dressed like a slut, cumming as a hard cock is thrusting in and out of my ass. I felt like I was born to be a sissy, and to my surprise I was good at it.

I was better at having sex and pleasing men than I ever was with women. It just seemed to come naturally, all the married men would tell me I was better than their wives at sucking their dick, all the gay men would say I was better than their boyfriends.

The schedule I had at the Fire Department, gave me a few full days off a week, more than enough time to meet men, some regulars, some random strangers, and show them how good a whore Hillary is. But the new job wasn't all it was cracked up to be, I mean I loved the job, and the time it allowed me as Hillary, but the people on my group were bad. It was more than hazing a new firefighter, it was hatred. 

One firefighter in particular, Cheri, a cute, petite, brunette, great all around body, great shape like Kelly and sexy as hell. She had a little bit smaller tits than Kelly but otherwise, different face, same body, the exact opposite of what you would think a female firefighter would look like, very feminine. Being in a fire department that was 99% men, you know Cheri gets hit on regularly, and its so blunt sometimes it borders on sexual harrasment, but she doesn't mind, she enjoys the attention. She knows she's good looking and she's a bitch because of it. All the other guys drooled over her, I didn't like her attitude, so I refused to pine over her, besides I had all but stopped getting a hard on for women anyway, I was so caught up in being Hillary, perfecting my sexual skills and pleasing men I didn't give her the time of day. Perhaps because of that, she seemed to have it out for me, more than the others. She would order me around, insult me, ignore me, make me look stupid, do anything she could to belittle me, as a result, I hated coming to work, I hated my dream job, I just looked forward to the next day off, to becoming Hillary and serving and pleasing men. 

I had vacation time, being a new firefighter, turned out by the time I had earned it I needed to use it as soon as possible or I would lose it. So I took a week (two 24hr shifts) off, the 2nd day off I needed to head in to drop off some paperwork in the Chiefs mailbox. The station was empty, they were on a fire call, and I put the paperwork in the Chiefs mailbox and ran up to the bunk room to put some spare uniforms in my locker. The bunk room had one bed when you walked in, a wall of lockers and on the other side, 2 beds, 1 on each side of a desk. The one to the right of the desk was Cheri's; she often put her backpack on the desk, and at the end of every 24hr tour she would change out of her uniform into civilian clothes before heading off to wherever she went. I couldn't resist, I knew everyone was out of the station and would be for a while, besides I would be able to hear over the loudspeakers if they were returning. 

I reached over, opened the zipper just a bit to peak, my adrenaline pumping now, my heart racing. Peeking in, I saw a pink satin bra, with black lace trim and a black bow in the middle, I turned away, questioning myself, was this right, should I be doing this... the urge was too strong, I opened the zipper fully, took out the bra, underneath was an equally sexy pink satin thong, with black lace trim and a black bow just over the crotch. 

I sat down on Cheri's bed, made up with her light purple sheets, the panties and bra next to me, again I thought to myself, "Do I want to do this." I did, I couldn't resist, I closed the door to the bunk room, it didn't lock but I was good. I had the radio over the speakers as warning enough.

I stripped off my clothes, naked; I sat down on Cheri's bed. I slid her thong on, over my smooth, freshly shaved legs; I stood up, so that the thong would fit snuggly into my behind. I sat back down, wrapped the bra around my waist backwards, and clasped the double clasp, putting the bra on just like women do, turning it around, and sliding it up to my chest. 

"If I'm going to do this, I need to cum quick" I thought to myself, with the radio chatter I had heard the fire was out I had maybe 20 minutes tops before the guys checked for extension of fire, wrapped up the hose, and headed back. 

So I thought if I needed to cum quick, I need something up my ass, I had learned from the past few months without Kelly, with men, that something in my ass when jerking my 5" excuse for a dick would make me cum in no time. Thinking quickly I looked in the bag, Cheri had a hair brush, the handle, hard plastic and bumpy, looked like it would feel great in my ass, I sat back on her pillow as I did I got a whiff of her shampoo off coming off the pillow, it was intoxicating, I had smelled it before as she walked by, the smell of that, and look of my pretty pink bra, and my little dick under her panties made me hard almost instantly. I spread my legs on the bed, sucked on the end of the hair brush a bit and slid it into my fuck hole.

Sitting on Cheri's bed, in her bra and panties, dildoing myself drove me insane, I imagined her, how she dominates me, how she belittles me, I imagined how I would fuck her pussy hard, so hard releasing my anger, shoving my little dick in her as hard as I could, how I would slap her as I fucked her for being such a bitch, I was shoving the entire brush in and out of my sissy pussy now, up to the bristles with each thrust, jerking my little dick with my thumb and 2 fingers furiously now, getting so close, my balls tightened, I panicked, I couldn't cum on her bed, I looked around feverishly, luckily someone had left and empty cup nearby, I grabbed it, plowed my sissy hole a few more times and stroked my cock a few more, aiming my clit hole at the cup ready to shoot. 

The door flew open "What the FUCK!" It was Cheri, little did I know she was never on that fire call, she had come in late that morning and missed the rigs heading out, she was milling about the station the whole time awaiting their return.

Busted, there I was again, flashing back to just where I was with Kelly almost a year ago. Frozen like a deer in headlights, there I was on Cheri's bed, in her bra and panties, her hair brush handle fully in my fuck hole, my hand aiming my dick at a cup ready to shoot. 

"Don't let me stop you, you fucking faggot, might as well finish" 

Of course as she was saying that she was pulling out her camera phone from her uniform shirt pocket, I was so close to cumming I went to remove the brush handle from my ass and the feeling of it sliding out made my cock start spurting stream after stream of cum into the cup as Cheri snapped away. I didn't want to get it on her sheets, I was helpless until my cock stopped cumming. Finally after a few seconds it stopped, I quickly put the cup on the desk, stripped the bra and panties off and put my clothes on faster than I probably ever had in my entire life. 

Cheri was blocking my exit between the lockers and the wall so I sat back down on the bed opposite hers, my head hung low "I'm sorry Cheri, please don't tell anyone"

"Oh, I don't know about that, this is too good, hahaha" she said with that bitchy laugh I had heard all too much in the previous months.

"Please Cheri"... 

"You know what Rob?"

"What?" I said, my head hung low, staring at the ground in disgust of myself, pondering my future.

"Guess who I take night classes with, yeah that's right, Kelly, she found out I was a firefighter and told me before you even got on what a faggot you were and that you were trying to get on here, I heard all about your computer, sissy faggot, jerk off session". 

Stunned, I had nothing to say, I just sat there, the same sick feeling in my stomach I had with Kelly, I thought I was going to puke...she must have noticed.

"You ok, need something to drink?"

She slid the cup of my cum across the desk... I just looked at her, and put my head back down....

"No, you're going to drink it if you don't want people to know Bitch" 

So I picked up the cup, put it to my lips, looking at her again with a question in my eyes..."DO IT" she reasserted... down it went, that delicious, salty, creamy cum, sliding down my throat, the feeling and taste I had grown to love so much since Kelly, flash... Cheri had taken another picture...

"Get the fuck out of here homo, take my panties and bra too, and take my brush, I don't want that shit now"

Shoving it in my pocket in case I bumped into anyone else on the way out I headed out of the station to my car and threw up from nerves. I had to wait a whole 5 days before coming back to work, Cheri could tell the world by then, she could spread those pictures around the department in no time.

The next week, I walked into the station, nervous as all hell, trying to act normal, as if nothing the week before had happened, I walked into the day room, where the Captain had the meetings every morning, everyone looked at me, and turned back to their conversations, of course the only seat in the room was next to Cheri.




Firehouse Sissy



"Hey Hillary...uh...Rob, Thirsty?" She said, as if slipping up on purpose. She slid a cup over to me, luckily it was just water, but the slip up of Cheri calling me Hillary got all the guys laughing. Did they know? Perhaps they just laughing at the fact she had called me a girls name..... but how could I tell?