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House Hunting

By: Cassanova Three



"Isn't this beautiful?" asked Tom. "The winding driveway gives you the privacy you are looking for. The house sits on the north edge of a 25-acre lot, 20 acres of which is heavily wooded. There's a full sized in ground pool and Jacuzzi in the back and a lap pool and sauna the basement. There is also a trail winding its way through the woods. It begins over there and ends over here, and it's about a mile long so it's a nice hike. So, where would you like to go first?" he asked his client.

"Let's start with the house. Then if I like what I see, we'll tour the rest of the grounds." Tina said as she started to get out of the car.

"Oh, here. Let me get your door for you." Tom offered as he walked around the car. As he opened the door, Tina's purse slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

"Oh shit." she said as she bent to pick it up. When she bent over, her blouse fell open slightly and Tom couldn't help noticing she wasn't wearing a bra. As she stood up and smoothed her skirt, Tom could see her nipples through the fabric of her blouse.

"Well, shall we?" he asked as he motioned toward the house. As he unlocked the front door he said, "The house has three bedrooms, each with its own bath, as well as a common bath on each floor. Straight ahead from the entryway is the kitchen. To the right of the entryway we have the family/entertainment room with bar. The door at the back of the family room leads to the laundry room complete with industrial sized washer and dryer. To the left of the entryway is the den." 

Tina had been behind him most of the time and when he turned around to lead her from the entryway into the kitchen, he caught her in the act of unbuttoning the third button of her blouse and billowing it. He blushed.

"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Tina asked.

"Uh...let me check the thermostat. It's right over here at the bottom of the stairs. Well it's set at 70 degrees. I'll turn it down to 65 for you. The central air in this place is both strong and efficient."

"Thank you." she said, continuing to puff her blouse out again and again. Soon her fully erect nipples were holding the fabric off her breasts. Tom's cock began to stir.

"You're welcome. Now straight through here we have the kitchen, complete with dishwasher, restaurant sized refrigerator, two microwaves, top-of-the-line oven, breakfast nook over there, an island in the middle for food preparation, and loads of cabinet space." he listed the features as they entered the kitchen. Tina went to the oven and bent over to look inside. Once again her blouse was opened by the weight of her breasts. Tom's cock was now straining the fabric of his trousers. Tina noticed this as she stood up from the oven. Tom quickly continued, "The door to the left of the kitchen leads to the bathroom. The sliding doors lead out to the patio. The pool is down the steps to the left, the Jacuzzi is right next to the pool. That little building to the right is a smokehouse. OK, I think that's it for the ground floor. Shall we go up or down next?" he asked. Tina walked over to him.

"Personally I prefer to go down, " she said, looking him in the eye as she squeezed his raging hard cock through his trousers, "but I want to see the bedrooms." she finished as she turned and strode away. "They're up these stairs, right?" she asked.

"Uh...oh yeah!" Tom stammered as he hurried to join her at the stairs. 

She started up the stairs ahead of him and he stared at her slowly swiveling hips and ass all the way up. She waited patiently at the top of the stairs, smirking.

"To the right are the guestrooms. The master suite is down there to the left. Off the master suite is a deck that over looks the pool and backyard, complete with a private Jacuzzi." he said as he led her to the master bedroom suite.

"Show me." she said, with a sensually devious look on her face.

"It's just through these doors. " he said as he led her to the French doors across the room. He opened them and they walked out onto the deck. "Isn't it a beautiful view?" Tom asked.

Tina looked out over the yard. "Yes it is. Can anyone see you up here from the pool or patio? Because I sunbathe quite a bit , in the nude, and I'd hate to be giving someone a free show. At least not without knowing I was." she said as she winked at him. 

"I believe you'd be safe from view from below if you were to lie on a towel or blanket on the deck itself. However if you were to lie on the bench then yes, you'd visible from the pool." Tom answered, thoughtfully looking out over the pool.

Tina walked over to the Jacuzzi and turned on the jets. "Oh how nice! It even has underwater lighting for those romantic evening encounters in the open air." she said as she began opening the rest of the buttons on her blouse, her back to him. Then as she pulled the blouse out of her skirt, she turned to face him. "Wanna try it out?" she asked sensually. She paused to let him look her over. The blouse hung open in the front, revealing an athletic abdomen while continuing to hide her ample breasts from his eyes. She strode over to him.

"I...I...I really don't think we should do...this." he managed to stammer as she began to untie his tie and opened his shirt. "I have an appointment across town in an hour." he finished more sternly, firmly taking her hands in his.

Tina leaned against him, pressing her breasts against his hands and chest. "Oh come now, Tom. I've noticed the way you've been watching me all day long at every house you've shown me. This is the last house I'm looking at today." she turned away from him and strode over to the Jacuzzi. "It's also the last chance you'll ever have to get your hands on these." she said as she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders. She cupped her breasts in her hands as the blouse fell to the deck. "So what's it going to be, Tom? Are you going to just stand there and look at these wonderful tits of mine, or are you going to make the sale?" she asked, rubbing her nipples so they stood up, closing her eyes and sighing in response to the sensations.

"Oh I'm going to make the sale, alright!" Tom said. He took off his shirt and tie, then stepped over to her and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply as his hands found the zipper on her skirt and unzipped it. Her hands went to work on his belt and trousers, trying to free his cock. She knelt in front of him as it sprang free. She tugged his trousers to his ankles then stroked his cock a few times before taking it all into her mouth. She sucked it all the way in again and again, playing with his balls with one hand as she did. Tom groaned as he wound his fingers through her hair.

"Mmm, damn did anyone ever tell you that your cock tastes as good as it looks?" Tina asked, licking her lips as she looked up at him.

Tom laughed before replying, "Yeah, my wife told me once or twice." he said, as he pulled her face up to his and their lips met passionately. He pushed his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down past her hips, to the deck. he put his hands on her hips to pull her closer to him and discovered she had no panties on. "Do you always go freestyle or is this a special occasion?" he asked, smiling at the gorgeous woman standing nude in front of him with her hands on his cock. She led him by the cock to the Jacuzzi.

"Free is the way to be baby. There's nothing like a cool breeze up my skirt and across my gleaming wet pussy to give me a thrill." she said, laughing. She sat up on the edge of the Jacuzzi, facing Tom. He kissed her gently on the lips and slowly worked his way down her body, pausing at her breasts.

"Did anyone ever tell you your breasts taste as good as they look?" he asked between licks. He went back to sucking and occasionally nibbling on her nipples.

She chuckled, "Yeah, my husband has told me that once or twice." She took his head in her hands and guided him lower. "Keep going, lover. It gets better." she said as he kissed his way back and forth across her belly. When he reached her pussy, he was shocked into pausing by the fact that it was smooth shaven.

"Oh I like this." he said as he licked at her pussy lips. "Mmmm, smooth as a baby's butt, just as soft too." he licked the light triangle of skin where her pubes once were. She sighed as his tongue traveled across he clit, which was poking out from below her lips.

She abruptly stepped away from him. Taking his hand in hers, she moved to the other side of the Jacuzzi. "I want some serious tongue. Come here, ya stud." she purred as she pulled him with her. She sat up on the edge of the tub and leaned back against the house, spreading her legs wide and opening her pussy for the world to see.

Tom settled into the water in front of her, his face level with her now glistening pussy. He grasped each of her pussy lips and pulled them wide, opening her vagina. He could see her juices pooling in the folds of her pussy, running over the edge and down across her ass. He stuck a finger in her pussy and worked it around, gently stroking her g-spot.

"Mmm, oh god you are so good at that. I want some tongue." she moaned, guiding his face to her pussy and clit.

"Be patient, Tina. Your clits time is coming. I promise it will be worth the wait." Tom said as he continued to work his finger back and forth across her g spot. He then leaned back and started to lick and nibble on the back of her knee, slowly working his way down her leg until he was an inch from her clit, which was standing tall and hard, poking out of its confines as if reaching for his tongue. Then he switched to her other leg. 

Tina moaned in frustration. She began to play with her tits, squeezing them and pinching her own nipples until they, too, stood tall and hard. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter the longer Tom worked his finger around. Then he inserted a second finger and proceeded to probe deeper and deeper into Tina's hot, wet pussy. The sound of her pussy squeezing his fingers being made audible by the abundance of juice in her pussy. 

Tom returned his attention to her pussy. He licked down one lip then up the other and back down again. Moving his tongue in circles around her pussy, avoiding her clit. Soon Tina's face grew flushed and her breathing quickened. He took this as a sign that she was going to cum. He latched onto her clit with his teeth and flicked at it relentlessly with his tongue. Tina's quick breathing turned to quick moaning, her hips began to buck against his fingers. He could feel her pussy clenching his fingers. As her moans increased in volume, he used his secret weapon. He took her clit back into his mouth and hummed lightly, like a vibrator.

Tina screamed and her legs clamped around Tom's head like a vise. She thrust her pussy at his face again and again, thrusting his fingers as deep as they'd go. The orgasm went on like that for minutes. Eventually Tina came back to Earth and slumped limply back against the house. Tom just smiled and sat back into a seat, enjoying a jet against his back. Soon, Tina's breathing returned to normal and she sat up from the house and settled down into the seat next to Tom. 

"That was incredible. Easily the best orgasm I've had in a long time, and trust me, my husband knows how to get his woman off good. You two need to get together so you can teach him to do whatever you just did to me." Tina said a she snuggled up to Tom.

Tom put one arm around her as she snuggled. Playing with her breast, he said, "I don't think your husband would like the idea of his incredibly sexual wife knowing another guy can teach him something. " they both chuckled at the comment. Then Tina turned toward him and began nibbling and sucking on Tom's ear and neck. Tom sighed as she reached down and began stroking his cock. It didn't take long before Tom was rock hard and standing tall again under Tina's talented touch. Her strokes gained in tempo. 

"Now, let's see what I can do for you." she said as she settled onto her knees in front of him, watching her hand on his cock under the water. She stroked him hard a few times as she took a deep breath, then disappeared under the water. Tom gasped as her mouth replaced her hand and she slid her hands under his ass and squeezed it hard, sinking her nails into his cheeks. 

Tom raised his ass out of the water and sat back on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Tina let his cock out of her mouth long enough to take a breath and her hair out of her way. She played with his balls with one hand and squeezed his ass again with the other as she sucked his cock down her throat again and again. Occasionally she'd stop at the top and nibble on the head while she pumped his cock vigorously in her hand, then abruptly take him all the way into her throat again, humming on every down stroke. It didn't take much of this to make Tom explode into her mouth. She stopped Tombing up and down and proceeded to suck the cum out of his cock like a straw as she milked it with her hand. Only after she'd sucked him soft did she relinquish her grip on his cock and settle back into the water, relaxing in a seat against a water jet. Tom moved to join her.

"Hold on there, lover boy. You said you had an appointment across town to go to. You'd better get cleaned up and go." she said as she rose up off her seat and leaned against the same side of the tub Tom was sitting on.

Tom pouted as he climbed out of the tub and gathered up his clothes. He went into the house and came back out with two towels. As he turned the corner on the deck, her watched Tina moving in the Jacuzzi. She had one hand on the edge and one hand in front of her pussy. He knew by the look on her face what she was doing but he asked anyway.

"What are you doing? Are you alright?" he asked as he dried himself off and got dressed.

"Oh...I'm...just...ah!...fine. I found a new...oh yeah...toy in here." Tina said.

Now fully dressed, Tom strode over to the Jacuzzi to see what she was talking about. He just chuckled as he watched Tina ride the turbulence from one of the jets. He reached over and tweaked her nipples, hard.

"Oh...my...god!" Tina screamed for the second time in half an hour. He let go of her nipples, leaving red pinch marks behind, as she slumped back into the seat across from the jet she'd just fucked herself with. When she regained her senses, she said, "You'd better go! You're going to be late." She stood up, not without great effort, and took the towel he offered her as she stepped out of the Jacuzzi.

"What about you? Don't you want a ride to your car?" he asked.

"No. After a session like that, it'll be a while before I'm ready to go anywhere. I'll just have a friend give me a ride. What time do you plan on getting off work tonight?" she asked.

"My last appointment is at 6:30 so I should be done by 7:00. Why?" he asked, noticing the gleam in her eye.

"I will be waiting for you in your office at 7:00, to finish what we started here. So don't be late." she said, grabbing his cock as she walked past him into the master suite.

"Just like that, huh? To hell with your husband?" he said.

Tina stepped out of the bathroom and he could hear the shower running. She stood before him, playing with her pussy, and said, "Oh no, not hell. I intend to take him to heaven. I intend to fuck him like he's never been fucked before." Then she turned and firmly shut the door in Tom's face.

He just grinned. 

"Damn! I have to come home for lunch more often!"

The End.....(for now)

House Hunting



I had gone to the basement of the home I was viewing and began to poke around. The owners were at work so other than the work crew building the addition outside I was alone. I had walked the whole thing when something caught my eye through the window on the east wall which looked out on the neighbor's backyard. When I focused on what it was my heart began to race. The young girl next door was in the backyard next to the picnic table wearing only a towel. Now what is she up to I wondered. The local community college student(she had a bumper sticker on her car which I'd seen her pull up in shortly after my arrival) removed her towel and set it on the table. WOW!!! Her body was that lean yet womanly curvaceous kind that allowed her to have a heart-shaped healthy ass without looking fat. The thong left nothing to the imagination. She had shoulder length brown hair, a short oval face with high cheekbones and nice 34 or 36c tits. A Forrest Gump moment please- I was droolin'! She began applying oil to her legs and that was when I unzipped and began stroking my very hard cock because she had to bend over to do it. That ass! It dominated my entire field of vision. When she started applying it to her ass cheeks I almost blew it all over the floor.

"Make sure you clean up if you bust a nut." I froze in midstroke and slowly looked over to my left to see one of the workers from the crew standing there looking out the window. I hadn't even noticed his arrival(small wonder)and just stood there mouth agape until I realized that I was still standing there with my cock in my hand.

"Uh, I uh, umm-"

"Listen bro don't worry. We've all been down here spankin' it to this chick all week. We're pretty sure she knows it too." He smiled. Somehow that put me at ease and I began pumping slowly.

"There you go." he said as he began pulling his own meat out. It was already at full mast and maybe 7" long, about my size but not as thick. Not bad though. He noticed me looking and turned towards me and began pumping it leisurely.

"Go ahead and get a better look bro I don't mind." he now had his pants around his ankles and I could see his plum-sized hairless balls hanging between his legs. From this angle I could see that his thick cockhead was dark red and slowly turning purple with new blood racing to engorge his already raging cock even more. He was getting more aroused from me looking!

"Hey, don't freak out or nuthin' but me and the guys are from outta town and this is our third job in two months so I haven't had any in awhile. The way you keep staring at my cock makes me think you want to touch it and to be honest, if you did I would love it."

This had gotten really strange in a very short period of time and I didn't know what to think. I knew what I wanted to do but I was afraid...afraid of getting caught and afraid of being branded a fag. Wait a minute, who was I afraid of, him? He was the one who suggested it so he sure as hell wasn't going to ridicule me. The owners were at work and wouldn't be due back for hours.

I reached out and for the first time since I was a teenager I touched another cock. It was very hot to the touch and gently throbbing. I began to pump him slowly as he began to softly moan. It looked very nice--nice enough to eat. In seconds I was on my knees and looking it head on so to speak. He began moaning even more and I took the head into my mouth. A surge of lust coursed through me and I took his whole cock making sure to keep my teeth out of the way.

"Oh God that's awesome man, swallow me whole." His hips began to involuntarily pump which began forcing his still swelling cock deeper into my throat. My own cock was rock hard and leaking lots of juices. His thrusting became even more frenzied and I almost choked several times. I realized I was moaning almost as much as he was and began kneading his balls which were shrinking up against him.

"Oh yeah you like it when I fuck your mouth like that don't you?"he asked in a pant.

"Um-hmm!", I responded.

"Then I'm going to fuck the shit out of your throat and blow all of my hot come down it!", he almost yelled as his hips picked up the pace and I had to grab his thighs to hold steady while he pounded in and out of my mouth. His sperm filled balls were bouncing off of my chin on every stroke and my saliva mixed with his pre-come was beginning to drool out from around his cock and hang from my lips as it was forced out by his thrusts.

Within seconds his cock started to jump around in my mouth and he began whispering over and over that he was going to blow. Suddenly his cock twitched twice and swelled even more and a jet of sperm shot into the back of my throat while I was on the backstroke. He was moaning unintelligible words the whole time. His cock twitched again and then began firing jet after jet of sperm until I couldn't keep swallowing the musky salty come fast enough and it started to leak out of my mouth. Finally it stopped shooting and began to just ooze even more. I just kept swallowing as fast as possible and began stroking what was left into my mouth by hand until he went limp and pulled back.

"You missed some," he said as he indicated with a nod a small pool that had collected on the floor below me. I kneeled down on all fours to lick it up when I felt a hand on my naked ass caress my left cheek. Panic set in as I realized some of his friends must've come down to see where he was for so long.

"Caught him jerkin' off to the girl next door so I joined him and he wanted a taste,"the first one explained.

"He's really good with his mouth but I don't know about his other hole."

"I uh haven't tried that before," I stammered, fear thickening my voice. I began to stand up when the man behind me pushed down on my lower back with a lot of power forcing me to stay on all fours.

"Well you could have fooled us," he said.

"Why don't you just relax a little and think about what we're offering. We'll go slow and stop if you need us to." As he was speaking I felt a finger begin to gently massage my exposed anus. It felt really good and I made a noise of lust as my hard cock twitched a little.

"I guess that's a 'yes' " he said and I felt his tongue replace the finger and then I really began to moan. When I opened my eyes a few seconds later another man, the third on their crew had pulled his pants down and was jerking off to the scene in front of him.

"Why don't we move this to the couch," he said as he stood up and began taking his clothes off. 

As I undressed I noticed that there were four of them and all were getting undressed. A lump of fear perched in my throat.

The second one who had been playing with my ass said,"Don't worry, we'll make sure you get off and that you feel no pain. Coming with a dick in your ass makes you pop like you wouldn't believe." 

Three heads began nodding in agreement as the two I hadn't seen until a moment ago paired off and went down on each other.

The other two approached me and the one I had sucked off said, " Allow me to repay the favor," and laid on his back motioning for me to hover over him in a 69 position. As I got down on all fours on top of him he took my raging hard-on in his mouth while I reciprocated and began sucking life back into his. The other one knelt behind me and began rimming my asshole again which had me moaning like crazy.

After a little while Jim, the one 69ing with me was hard again and began licking my balls. Bob, the one rimming me switched to fingers and began teasing my wet hole until I had completely relaxed allowing him to fit his index finger in up to the last knuckle. I will say that their was a slight burning sensation as it slid home but it felt good and really naughty to have this guys finger in my ass while I 69ed with another guy. He slowly slid it in and out while massaging my ass cheek with his other hand and it felt awesome so I began to push back to get more. That's when he added a second finger and it felt just as good.

After a few minutes of that he said kind of breathlessly, "I think you're ready for the real thing," and slowly withdrew his fingers.

As I felt him reposition behind me I didn't get scared because if it felt as good as his fingers then I was in for a good ride. He put the head against my hole and slowly began pushing. I felt a fair amount of pressure and a little pain as my sphincter began to stretch to accommodate it. The head being wider than the rest I of course began to feel more pain and grunted but he just kept on going while he said, " if I stop with the head halfway it'll hurt worse, but once I pop past that little ring of muscle we're home free."

Suddenly he was in and I could feel my ass beginning to fill up. At first it was a lot of pressure and then he began his out stroke and it felt even better. He pumped in and out of me slowly, never going all the way in or out , just letting my ass get used to the intrusion. After a while he increased his depth and began feeding more and more on each return stroke. I loved it. My cock was oozing a ton of pre-come and I began bucking back at him as the pleasure intensified.

"Fuck my butt," I said.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck your butt," he said as he slapped my ass.

That was too much. My orgasm came on like a freight train. I began fucking my ass onto his cock like mad as I yelled I was coming. My hips were pumping back on their own as my orgasm took over. My body broke out in the chills and a little electric jolt shot through me as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me and I began squirting cum into Jim's mouth as Bob's cock stimulated my prostate, slamming in and out of me.

As it subsided I came back to Earth and realized Bob still going at my ass when he yelled something and I felt his cock inflate to an enormous size and then start bathing the inside of my ass with lots of hot cum. It felt good and soothed my now slightly sore asshole.

Bob pulled out and I noticed I still had a hard cock in front of me. I devoured it even though I had just cum, but Jim pulled out of my mouth and went over to one of the other guys and said, "No offense but I want a little booty and you need a little rest."

He was right, I needed a breather. I watched as the last guy on their crew get down on all fours and let Jim start fucking him in the ass. As I watched I could see the pleasure begin to tell on the face of the man he was screwing. I knew exactly what he was feeling and started to relive my most recent experience. Pretty soon I was hard and stroking off.

The third guy who had been sucking off the one Jim was currently fucking was hard as hell and came over and asked if I was ready for more.

"Damn right I am, only I want to do some fucking now. How about you?"

"Sure, I like it up the ass to," he said as he turned around on the couch and got down on his knees. He spread his ass open so I could get to it and began licking it and getting it as wet as possible so that I could slide right in. After a few minutes his anus loosened up and I put my head at the entrance. I started to push as I watched his hole start to disappear from my cock pushing the skin inward and then the girth of my head was stretching him wide. As my head slipped past his anus I hadn't realized how fast I would slide in but suddenly I was in up to my balls and was afraid I might have hurt him. He let out a low moan and looked back at me and smiled.

"Don't be afraid, I've done this a lot and I'm ready whenever you are." 

To punctuate his statement he started fucking me with a nice steady rhythm. I looked down and saw his white round butt cheeks start bouncing and I felt the need to really fuck, so I started pounding in and out of him as he yelled his agreement. I had hold of his hips and began slapping his buns every now and then while I pummeled his ass, saying things like,"yeah you dirty little whore you like getting assfucked don't you," and he kept saying yes to all of it. It turned out to be more than I could handle and pretty soon I emptied my balls deep into his cute round, white little ass. 

I noticed he had shot his load while I fucked him and we all began to clean up. After a little while we were done and I said goodbye to everyone and left. One interesting side note to it all was that when I reached my car the girl next door was sitting on the porch smiling and nodded at me when she saw me look at her.

"Hope you liked everything you saw."

"Every last bit of it," I replied with a big grin."I think we're going to be neighbors."

"I can't wait," she replied. "Goodbye."

"See you soon." And then I left. And the rest is another story.



House Hunting



It was Valentine's Day and Pauline had one showing with the perfect client. 

He was a decent looking fellow, well dressed as he walked into her cubicle two days ago. He politely asked if she could find a home that would fit the needs a couple with a baby on the way.  All he required was a large walk in closet in the master bedroom, the rest would not matter.

Pauline had smiled at him, stepped from behind the desk and perched herself on the corner of the desk. At 5' 7", Pauline was leggy, blonde and athletic. She removed an imaginary piece of lint from her short skit, crossed her ankles and asked: "What price range are you looking at."

The Man looked at Pauline's legs, smiled and answered, "Price is not an issue."

That is what makes him the perfect client, thought Pauline as she gathers up her brief case and leaves to meet the Nice Guy.

The Nice Guy was waiting at the address that Pauline had given him. He had a small gear bag with him that held all his "tools": two long pieces of rope; three red scarves; a bottle of liquid soap; three bath towels; condoms; and a roll of gray duct tape. He also had a collapsible stool in the back seat. He smiled at the thought of how he was going to use that.

He had obsessed about Pauline since he had seen her picture in the real estate section of the paper. He was looking for a new home; Pauline was going to be an added bonus.

He saw her drive up and get out of the car. She is wearing a red mini dress and heels. She waves at him and he puts on his best smile and waves back. Then he grins...

Pauline saw that grin and hesitated. She saw something in that grin that set off every survival alarm bell in her body. For a moment, she saw a wolf, grinning at his prey. Pauline takes a step back towards her car as the Nice Guy gets out of his.

"I really like the house. I think this will be an easy sell," he says with the smile Pauline knew and liked. 

The prospect of an easy sell begins to silence the alarms in her head. She steps forward and shakes the Nice Guy's hand. He smiles warmly.

He follows her up the drive way, his bag over his shoulder, stool carried in one hand.

Pauline looks back stops, and takes the stool from him. 

"I'll help you with this."

"Thanks, I wanted..."

"To take measurements," she finishes his sentence for him. They both laugh together. Pauline sighs inwardly, pity he is married, she thinks.

Once inside, Pauline begins her running dialogue on the attributes of the house. She answers all his questions. 

When they reached the master bedroom, he takes the stool from her.

"Show me the walk-in closet." 

Pauline stops in mid sentence. "You sure you don't want to see the bathroom?"

"Water on in the house?" 

Strange question, she thinks. "Yes."

"Then we will get to that later. Show me the closet."

Pauline nods and walks to the closet and opens the door. It is a deep closet with two long wooden closet rods running along the length of the space.

The Nice Guy flips the light switch on and closes the door behind them. He opens the stool and puts the bag on top of it. Pauline steps back as he steps forward.

"You are going to measure in here?" For some reason she her body begins to tremble.

The Nice Guy grins. As the survival alarms go off in Pauline's head, he slides a switch blade knife from his pocket, pops it open, and puts a hand over Pauline's mouth and the knife to her throat.

"Be good and I will not hurt. Give me any crap, and I will be leaving you bleeding on the floor. UNDERSTAND?"

A trembling Pauline nods, aware of the sharp blade on her exposed flesh. 

"Good Girl. Kick off your heels. MOVE."

Pauline obeys; her eyes on the knife.

"Now I am going to take my hand off your mouth, make any loud sounds, and I cut you. Got it?"

Pauline nods again and the Nice Guy lets his hand slide from her mouth to grab a handful of her hair.

"OWWW...Please don't hurt me."

"That is up to you Pauline. You do EXACTLY as I say and you will earn your commission. Take off your dress."

Pauline's eyes go wide with fright. "No...Please don't..."

The Nice Guy grabs Pauline's throat and squeezes. "You are pissing me off."

"Please...stop...," Pauline feels the air leaving her body.

The Nice Guy squeezes a little harder, then lets go; hand returning to grip Pauline's hair.

"Now, be good and take off your dress."

Tears flowing down her face, Pauline unzips her dress and wiggles out of it. She is trembling with fear.

The Nice Guy runs the blade over Pauline's chest. He resists the urge to slice off her bra and removes it himself. Pauline's full breasts fall into view.

The Nice Guy runs his blade over her breasts. "You know what I am going to do to you?"

Pauline nods. The Nice Guy pinches her right nipple. She yelps in pain.

"Answer me, Pauline."

"You're going to..." Fresh tears run down her face as she struggles to answer.

"SAY IT!" 

"You're going to rape me..." Her tears are now sobs as the Nice Guy leans down and sucks and bites her nipples. Pauline cries out in pain.

The Nice Guy pulls Pauline to the middle of the closet. 

"Put your arms out and grab the closet rods."

"Please don't do this..."

"MOVE or I will choke you again."

Pauline obeys. She cries out as the Nice Guy reaches into his gear bag, pulls out three red scarves and uses two to bind Pauline's wrists to the closet rods so her arms are spread apart.

"Oh God... Please let me go...Please...."

The Nice Guy uses the third scarf to cleave gag Pauline. She moans in fear.

The Nice Guy takes out the two long pieces of rope and ties each to one of her ankles. He loops them both over the closet rods, lifting Pauline off the ground. She is suspended, legs and arms spread screaming into her gag.

The pain in her arms and legs is incredible as all of her 147 pounds is pulled down by gravity. The Nice Guy slides the stool under her ass to relieve the pressure.

He grins at Pauline. "I am being a nice guy and taking away the pressure. If you are good, I will leave the stool. Upset me, and I will pull it out. Okay?"

Pauline nods, throbbing pain beginning to build in her arms.

The Nice Guy rips open the crotch of Pauline's pantyhose, kneels in front of her, and begins to lick her clit. 

Pauline moans into her gag as he begins his violation of her. But she feels warmth begin to build. God, no...is she getting excited? 

The Nice Guy could taste her wetness and presses his advantage by sliding his finger into her wet pussy. He pushes in deep, continuing to lick her clit as he does so. He finds her cervix and uses his fingers to manipulate it.

Pauline closes her eyes. Her rapist has her totally on the brink of climax. Tears of shame run down her face as she feels her orgasm wash over her, her pussy closing on the finger of her rapist, accepting his abuse as her pleasure.

The Nice Guy grins, stands, pulls down his pants and slides a condom over his stiff cock. He enters Pauline with a hard first thrust, grabs her by her buttocks, and lifts her off the stool. He rapes her with slow strokes.

Pauline grunts with every stroke of her rapist's cock. She tries to ignore the feeling building inside her, but it is an unstoppable force. It is not long before she cums again; this time with her rapist's penis buried deep inside her. She screams in intense pleasure...and shame.

The Nice Guy hears the muffled scream and feels the intensity of Pauline's orgasm. He kisses her neck, pulls out and sets her back on the stool.

Pauline takes a deep breath and feels what relief she could have as a rape victim that her rapist did not come inside her. 

What relief she had ends when the Nice Guy lifts her off the stool and entered her anus with a brutal quick thrust. Pauline screams long and loud as the Nice Guy rapes her ass, cumming inside her with a roar of triumph in her ear.

The Nice Guy pulls out Pauline and carefully put his condom in a sandwich bag and places it in his gear bag for future disposal. 

He unties Pauline and she falls off the stool on to the floor in a sobbing heap. The Nice Guy puts away all the ropes and scarves. He takes a deep satisfying breath picks up his bag, grabs Pauline by the hair and takes them both to the bathroom.

The Nice Guy takes out the soap and hands to Pauline. He tears off the remnants of her pantyhose and shoves her into the shower. He turns on the cold water. Pauline yelps as the ice cold water assaults her body.

"Wash everything." The Nice Guy spreads one of he bath towels to catch the water as he watches Pauline obey his commands.

When she is rinsed, he reaches in and shuts off the water. He yanks her out and uses the two remaining towels to dry her.

Pauline just stands there numb from the rape; numb from the fact she came for her rapist twice; numb from the ice cold shower. When the Nice Guy gives her clothes back, she puts them on silently.

The Nice Guy takes the stool and order a now raped and washed Pauline to sit on it. 

"Let us get to business: I raped you and you will not prove it. I used a condom and all the evidence has been washed away or taken away by me. Just put this rape thing behind this...."

The Nice Guy pops open the switch blade knife and puts it under Pauline's chin.

"I really do not want to have to kill you. Okay?"

"Yes," she says. Pauline is too afraid to move lest her throat gets cut.

The Nice Guy puts the knife away and claps his hands. "Excellent. I still want this house. Get your brief case and I'll make you an offer. It's not like you have not earned your commission..."

Pauline sells the home to the Nice Guy. She endures the thirty days of escrow; endures the Welcome Home Celebration that her Agency throws for the happy couple. She is pale and withdrawn through it all...

The day Pauline's commission check arrives; she signs it over the nearest Woman's Rape Crisis Center....



House Hunting



The thrill of the chase begins once again as we start searching for a new home. We spend countless hours searching the internet, the classifieds, and even just randomly driving around looking for that perfect home. One day we stumble across an open house and decide to stop and have a look. I park the car and we both get out and walk up the driveway into a beautiful two story colonial type home. As soon as we enter, the agent greets us. He is busy with another couple but tells us to have a look around and if we have any questions just to ask. We start to roam around the bottom floor and pass through a modern kitchen, a quaint den/study, a huge family room, and a cozy eating area. As we are passing from room to room I can't keep my hands off of you. I grab your firm ass in the den, I squeeze your boobs in the kitchen, and plant a hot kiss on your neck in the eating area. Each time you squirm away or shoo my away. We finally make our way to the stairs and I know you are wondering what has gotten into me but I can see the effects on you because your skin is slightly flushed. 

At the top of the stairs you ask, "What has gotten into you? You are awfully frisky today."

"You know how hot house hunting makes me babe" I respond, "Come on give daddy a little flash or something."

You huff at me but I can see a spark in your eye, the idea intrigues you just a bit. We make our way through two uninspired bedrooms and finally into the master suite. It is huge to say the least. You quickly find the bathroom and spot an antique claw foot tub in the corner. The drool is almost apparent from your lips.

"Wow, that would be great for sex" you coo.

"Mmmhmmm" I respond, "it is also the perfect backdrop for some flashing pictures."

I produce the digital camera from my pocket as you giggle. Without any further prompting you climb into the tub and lift your shirt and bra exposing your perfect bosom. I snap a couple quick pictures and you put yourself back together. We leave the house and thank the agent. 

Once in the car, you remark, "Babe that was fucking hot! We should do that more often, A LOT more often!"

I agree with you as we drive off while the plans for more similar activities begin to form in my dirty little mind. The next few weeks are spent by me searching for more open houses for us to continue our newest hobby. I finally have a list of some potential places to visit. We make plans for the following weekend to extend out journey into the forbidden. Saturday rolls around and I am already in the car waiting for you. I am checking the camera to make sure everything is in working order when I catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye. I look up and see a vision of beauty floating down the walkway towards the car. You look ravishing. For this particular adventure you have worn a light summer dress in a pastel pattern, with your hair flowing over your shoulders, which are exposed by your spaghetti straps. I feel the blood redirect from my head to my nether regions as you open the door and slide in next to me.

"Ready?" you ask.

"More than you know" I reply as I start the engine.

We are off. In a few minutes we come to our first house. We go inside but the place is packed. We quickly walk around but have already decided that this is not a place for our adventure. We hope back into the car and zoom off to the next destination. This home is cute with very little traffic. We make our way inside. I follow you to one of the back bedrooms all the while staring at your ass as it moves silently beneath your dress, beckoning me to follow. Once in the bedroom I close the door slightly as you stand near a giant window that overlooks the spacious backyard. You turn to me and smile.

"Ready mi amor?" you ask.

I pull the camera from my pocket and respond, "Yep".

I aim the camera at you and you quickly slid the straps of your dress down over your shoulders. Click. You then pull the top of your dress down exposing your tits and even though it is a hot summer's day your nipples are rock solid. Click. For the final shot you pinch your nipples between your fingers while licking your lips. Click. You slid your breasts back into your dress and your nipples are still very noticeable. We leave the house and on the way out we pass the agent who says goodbye all the while his eyes never leave your chest. Back in the car I can see you are flushed and your breathing is coming in rapid shallow breathes.

"That was so amazing! We have to do it again right now!" you exclaim.

I start the engine and head down the road to another open house. After the short drive we hop out of the car and make our way up to the house, but it is locked. You look around and smile wickedly at me.

"Follow me" you command.

You start to walk around the side of the house as I follow. We head into the backyard which has a swing set in it. You seat yourself on the swing and ask me to start shooting. I click away as you follow the same routine from the last house. By the third shot, your tits are on display for everyone to see if they cared too. You readjust your dress and we head back to the car. Once inside,

"Take me home and fuck me baby!" you groan.

The 20 minute drive home you have one hand rubbing your pussy through your panties while your other hand is rubbing my cock through my jeans. In a flash we are inside our home and all over each other. In seconds flat we are naked and making wild passionate love right there behind the front door. I hoist you up and push you against the door. You lift and lower yourself on my straining cock. I can feel your juices running down my shaft and dripping off my balls. It doesn't take but more than a few minutes before we both cry out in a powerful orgasm. As the feeling recedes I lower you to the floor and we just hold each other for a few minutes catching our collective breath. Eventually you look into my eyes and say,

"I want to do this again but in one of the open homes!"

I start to plan our next adventure even before you finish that sentence. 



House Hunting



Finding a house because you don't like where you are living is one thing. Finding a house as a result of a "forced relocation" by your local friendly employer is another matter. I got the word that I was leaving Ohio and moving to Denver in late November. As if getting used to the new group of people you work with in a new city isn't bad enough, you have to go out in a city you hardly know and find a place to live. To make things worse, my relocation happened in the middle of winter. Yea, Merry fuckin' Christmas. By the time I got off work each day, there is about zip sunlight left. I was, nonetheless, in need of a house. I phoned a local ReMax real estate agency and was turned over to a "relocation specialist" (aren't they all?). 

She sounded nice on the phone, but I imagined I was really getting my usual image of a real estate agent; some kid's mommy who got bored staying home and thought she would go out and sell houses part time. Just in case you don't have the picture nice and clear, she is also pushy (probably in the job description), smokes (ditto), and has about the same sex appeal as a gerbil. This one's name was Claudia and I agreed to meet her at her office on Wadsworth Boulevard after work that day. Funny how the mind works. The last woman I knew by the name of Claudia was in college. If she weighted an ounce, she weighed 500 pounds. To say she had pendulant tits was something of an understatement - she had a pair of udders! Yea, she was so good looking that she made a moose look cute. As it turns out, I was in for a surprise. I just assumed that this Claudia would look like the other one, no particular reason, I just did. That was my perception of a Claudia.

At the end of the workday that day I went over to the real estate office. Before leaving my car, I slipped my Mini-Maglite flashlight into my jacket pocket. Looking at houses in the dark isn't a great idea, but even in broad daylight it often helps to have a flashlight to look into those places that agents would rather you didn't. I waltzed into the office and asked for Claudia. So much for preconceived notions, she was really cute and probably in her late twenties. She was wearing one of those clingy sweater dresses that leaves nothing of her figure to you imagination. Things were looking up. I followed her back to her desk (and to show you what sort of pervert I am, she had no wedding or engagement rings, a thin bra strap, and very skimpy - probably thong - undies on), and we talked for a few minutes about what I was looking for. A few minutes later we left for a house she had listed just west of Brighton. She was the only one who had a clue about where it was, so naturally she drove. She really was good looking, in spite of that winter coat she was now wearing. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of her, and would have loved to get my hands on her.

After driving for what was probably going to be more of a commute than I wanted, we arrived at the house. It was very hard to tell what condition the outside was in with as little light as there was now, and I could only get a fair idea of what the yard looked like. Claudia unlocked the front door and we stepped in. It was warm in the house, but when she hit the light switch, nothing happened. The previous owner had moved out, and it was one of those new houses that have no built in lights! Okay, there was one exception. There was a light in the kitchen, but that sure didn't light the rest of the house. We would be stumbling around in the semi-darkness trying to see what this place looked like. Damn good thing I had my flashlight with me, as she didn't have one with her or in the car. It was warm enough that we shed our coats in the kitchen and then proceeded to look at the rest of the rooms - as much as we could with one little flashlight. Did you ever try to figure out what color walls and carpet are with a flashlight? Nice trick if you care to try it some time.

"We might as well start in the basement and work our way up," she said. "It's partly finished, and it's down here she said starting down the hall.

We went down the hall to a door. She opened it and suddenly stopped. I had expected her to just go on down the stairs, and so I ran right into her backside. To keep from pushing her down the stairs, I instinctively put my arm around her waist and pulled her to me. "Sorry," I said, "I thought you were going down the stairs." She felt great; nice firm body!

"That's okay, I just thought the one with the flashlight ought to go first as it's dark down there."

I thought she would have stepped away from me, but stayed up against me as she reached for my hand with the flashlight.

"It's partly finished," she said taking the light. " They finished in one bedroom and another closet or something. I say 'something' as it's too small to be a bedroom and too large to be a closet. There are two large ring-bolts in the ceiling, so maybe that's where they did kinky sex or something," she said as she started down the stairs.

Maybe she had sex on the brain just as badly as I did. I must admit I was paying a lot more attention to her than I was the house, even if it was pretty dark in there. "Kinky sex, as in the whips and chains thing?" I asked.

"Could be. I never bothered to ask them before they left the state."

We looked around the unfinished part first, and then went into the one bedroom down there. She stopped short in the doorway and I again ran into her. She had the flashlight, so I had no idea why she stopped, but I sure liked bumping into her! Again I put my arm around her to prevent her from falling forward. "Oops, sorry," I said.

"I just thought you were farther back and was waiting for you to catch up. I didn't want to get too far ahead and leave you in the dark."

"No, I'm right behind you." Somehow I got the idea that she liked me bumping into her. That excuse sounded a little thin, but I sure liked the feel of her. I was a little slower in removing my hand from her stomach, and slid it across her stomach and part way down her hip before removing it from her. She didn't say or do anything to discourage me. Quite honestly, at this point I didn't know if she thought I was just some horny guy who couldn't keep his hands off her and was copping a feel or two, or if she was encouraging me.

We looked at the small room with the ring-bolts in the ceiling. I wasn't willing to read quite as much into those rings as she was, but went along with her theory anyway. "Maybe they called this room the dungeon," I offered.

"Could be. Maybe they had it down here so they could make all the noise they wanted to and no one would hear them. You could probably scream and moan all you wanted to down here and no one would hear you outside."

She had to be encouraging me; she really did. I didn't know if she was into that kinda kinky sex, but I didn't happen to have any rope with me and there was no carpet on the floor. This was not a room for sex right now unless you wanted to do it standing up. "Let's see the other rooms upstairs," I suggested.

"Okay, right this way," Claudia said heading for the stairs.

We looked at the other rooms in the house and finally got to the master bedroom. A little light from the kitchen made its way into this room helping a little, but very little.

"This is really a pretty classy master bathroom," she said opening the door to the bathroom. "It even has a bidet."

"I guess his wife liked to really get clean before or after sex."

"Maybe he put it in so she could wash herself off before he ate her."

"Nah, there is something very sexy about the natural taste and smell of a woman, unless she really gets ripe. It was probably to wash herself off after sex."

"Do you like the natural smell of a woman?" she asked turning to me.

"Hell yea!"

"A horny woman? One that's getting wet at just the thought?"

"Even better! I'll bet you smell and taste great."

"There's only one way to find out."

"There sure is." I took hold of her knit dress at the waist and pulled it up and over her head. There wasn't much natural light in the room, and that little flashlight wasn't adding all that much, but the view of Claudia now dressed in only her skimpy dark bra, even skimpier undies, and thigh-high stockings was breathtaking. I undid the snap on that front closing bra and slowly slid it down her arms. The view only got better. Those were tits on this Claudia, not a pair of udders. Nice firm ones with small areolas and long sexy nipples.

"I think you're a little over dressed," she said sliding her panties down her legs.

I got out of my clothes in what had to be record time. If she had any doubts about how I felt about her body, it was immediately obvious how I felt about her when I dropped my boxers - even in this dimly lit room.

"Hmm, very nice," she said taking hold of me. "I think you'll find this home has very nice carpet in it too. They put a lot of money into a great carpet pad, and the carpet itself is nice and soft. It won't give you rug- burns quickly the way a lot of cheaper carpet will."

"That's very nice, especially in circumstances like this where there's no bed," I said guiding her down to the floor.

"I sure hope you like eating pussy," she said laying on her back and spreading her legs. "That's the one thing my boyfriend isn't too good at."

I wondered what he was going to think when he found some other guys come leaking out of her if he got to screw her tonight, but was smart enough not to ask. "I love it," I assured her. I got down on the floor with her, and kissed her soft sexy lips. Her hot sexy naked body felt wonderful pressed against me. I dueled with her tongue as her lips parted, and then started on down to what she really wanted kissed. I wasn't in any hurry. I kissed her neck, her chest, around each breast and finally sucked each nipple firmly into my mouth. I just loved sucking on a nice perky nipple, and she really had great ones. I think if I sucked on hers long enough, and maybe just gave her a little finger on her clit, she would have gotten off easily. I would have, but I wanted her to come on my tongue. After paying a fair amount of attention to each of her very sexy nipples, I continued my kissing journey down her tummy and on to that special place between her legs. Claudia had a very neatly trimmed little bush, and much to my surprise, she did what's called a pro-shave. She had a little bush on her mound, but she shaved the underside. Yea, those nether lips were completely fur-less. This was going to be great eating.

"Do I smell okay?" she asked.

"Fantastic!" I assured her. She did smell great. It was the nice clean scent of a hot woman. The natural smell that I find highly erotic; it sure beat the lack of smell and taste of a woman fresh out of a shower - not to be confused with one that didn't know what a shower was. I got between her legs and gently licked her from that sensitive area between her sex opening and her asshole all the way up to the top of her tight little slit.

"Harder," she moaned, "Don't tease me like that."

"What's the rush?"

"I'm too horny. I want to come all over your tongue!"

"Your wish my lady." I pushed her legs up, exposing her little asshole, and started there this time. I licked around it, pressed my tongue firmly against it, and then ran it firmly up her wet slit. I tasted her sweet juices as I crossed her sex opening, and parted her sex lips as I headed her waiting clit.

"Oh yea, that's it," she moaned as I licked her. She jumped a little as my tongue came firmly in contact with her very aroused and swollen clit. It wasn't hard to find her clit. It was a fair sized one, and sticking out from inside it's hood just waiting for me to lick it. "Do that again!"

I did it again, and again, and again. I licked her asshole and worked my way up to her clit each time.

"Finger me," she said firmly, almost demanding. "Put a finger inside me while you lick my clit. Jesus I'm hot; make it two fingers."

I knew she wasn't going to last long. She was just too horny. I put three fingers part way into her hot tight little sex opening, getting them all nice and wet. Then I pulled them back out again and put the third finger up to her little back door. With a gentle shove, it went up her ass as the other two went back into her tight pussy. As I did that, I started to lick her clit in earnest.

"Oh God, that's it!" she just about screamed.

All three fingers got a good hard squeeze from her very strong muscles. She must have done her Keigel's every day the way she could grip my finger. It was very impressive. Her knees were drawn up so they were just about touching her tits now, and she appeared to be holding them there with her hands. It was a little hard to tell from my position, and the near darkness didn't help any. This is one time when a lamp, even a little lamp, would really be a nice thing to have. What light there was from the kitchen just wasn't enough to let me really appreciate her sexy body. As I continued to lick and suck on her aroused clit, I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her. She was going to go over the edge very quickly. I would have loved to have kept her there and teased her for quite some time, but what she really wanted right now was to just get off. She was beyond horny.

"Oh yea, just like that," she moaned. "That's it. I'm gonna come all over your face real soon...real soon."

I sure hoped she was. I wanted to be inside her badly about now. I had a hard-on that was killing me. I kept licking her clit, only leaving it to suck and tug on her inner sex lips occasionally. I wanted to get her off, but this had to take long enough so she built up to a nice peak and had a good come. Getting there too fast sorta blows the come in a way. This was a quickie, but it wasn't a race.

"Oh shit...I'm coming!" she screamed.

Claudia let go of her legs and grabbed by head, holding it firmly between her legs, as I licked her throbbing clit. She was moaning and thrashing like I haven't had a woman do in a long time. This was a good one all right. I had my hands under her firm ass and kept licking her as she came. She was still holding my head like she was afraid I was about to quit - not a chance. As she started to come down, she let go of my head. I began to lick my way down to her sex opening. When she came, she really got wet! I lapped up all the juices that had leaked out of her, savoring the fresh hot scent and taste of her. Those sexy inner lips of hers got sucked on a little more too, before I was done.

"That was great," she said, still breathing hard. "How about I return the favor?"

"I've a better idea, how about I just put something nice and hard inside you?"

Uh...okay. Are you sure you don't want me to blow you a little even? It would probably get you really excited, and I just love sucking cock."

"Lady, if I was any more excited, I would just sit here and come if you breathed on it."

"I'll be gentle," she said getting up on her knees and moving her head toward me.

"I thought that was supposed to be the guy's line!"

She didn't bother to argue. A second later half my hard shaft was buried in her hot mouth, getting a licking and sucking like it hadn't had in a long time. She was going at it like she really wanted me to come in her mouth. "I'm not kidding," I warned her again, "if you keep that up you are going to get a mouthful."

"Well, we can't have that!" she said letting my shaft slip out of her mouth. "Do you want me on my back or doggie style?" she asked, still kneeling there with her hand slowly stroking me.

"Ah, well given a choice, how about doggie style?"

"Sure," she said turning around on all fours.

I aimed my cock at her hot little bottom and slid right in. Not fast, but slow enough to savor the feeling of first entering her tight sex, getting all wet with her slick sex juices for the first time and feeling her heat as I slid in all the way. I held her hips and pulled her back onto me, going as far as I could into her. It was like that saying in those Toyota commercials - oh what a feeling! As she began to squirm around a little I started going in and out of her. It wasn't just me doing the work, she was moving back and forth herself. I could feel a great come building. "Oh...this is gonna be a good one," I told her. "You're really hot and tight."

"Have you even been in a girl's ass?" she asked after a few minutes.

Now there's a place that's tight. "Yea...sure," I answered, still really getting into the feeling of going in and out of her. A huge load of my come and I were soon going to part ways, but I wouldn't mind unloading it into her ass either.

"How about putting that nice thing of yours in my ass before you come?"

"Just before I come, or now?"

"Right now if you want. I like it in the ass, and if you come in there then my boyfriend won't find another man's come in me if we get it on tonight. He's not too crazy about that. It's okay if I have sex with another guy, he just doesn't like to feel some other guy's come in my pussy when we get it on."

"Yea, okay," I said pulling out of her. I took aim at her little crinkled back door and pushed the head up against, it gently at first, and then slowly increasing the pressure. She relaxed and it slid slowly in, lubricated by the thick coating of her sex juice that was on me. I wasn't sure how well this was going to work, but seems that I was wet enough from being inside her tight little love tunnel, that it was going to work just fine. Yea, I'll bet her boyfriend didn't like sex with her after she had it with some other guy. He probably called it cheating, but right now I was way too horny to care. It's amazing how being horny can override ones sense of morality. After giving her a few seconds to get used to me in there, I started pumping in and out. Being in a woman's butt is definitely a nice feeling. "What if he wants it this way?" I finally asked. With what I was about to unload into her, there wasn't any way he couldn't tell if they ever did it this way tonight.

"He has this thing against anal sex. I love it and can get off this way...like I'm about to...but...he doesn't like it. Now quit asking stupid questions and fuck me!"

She didn't sound very convincing, but I was about to unload all the come I had into her and I was too close to coming to care. It sounded like she was about to come, and I wasn't going to last much longer. "Good thing he doesn't like this I guess, because it's going to get real messy in there in a second. I'm about to come!" I felt one of her hands begin to fondle my balls, carefully rolling them around in her soft fingers and pulling gently on them. That was it, I felt the first huge load of come start up my hard shaft and rush deep into her hot little ass. "I'm coming!" I groaned.

"Oh god, I can feel you coming in my ass!" she said as she pushed her butt firmly against me, no longer moving so she could feel the throbs of me coming in her. A few seconds of that and she started coming. "I'm coming too!" she half screamed as her second orgasm of the evening.

The clenching of her tight little ass on my throbbing shaft only made me give her all the more. This come felt like it was going to last forever! I couldn't believe how much I was coming. Mr. Happy and his two friends pumped all they had into her hot little butt. If her boyfriend didn't like this kind of sex, he had no idea what he was missing. I wasn't doing a lot of pumping in and out, but mostly just moved a little and kept coming in her. I think she was playing with her clit with a finger as she came, but she sounded and felt like hers was just as good as mine.

I finished before she did, but stayed deep in her ass until she was done. Finally I slid a very happy Mr. Happy out of her tight butt and went into the bathroom to wash him off. Claudia came in a used a little toilet paper to clean herself up - what there was to clean up, since most of my stuff was still up inside her ass. Funny how people move and never take the TP with them. It came in handy today.




House Hunting



We got dressed and finally left the house. Just in case you are wondering, no, I didn't buy it. It was just too far from where I work.

Copyright (C) March, 1998, by Art. All rights reserved.



House Hunting



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Bent over the kitchen island boredly flipping through a fashion magazine, Pam Blake absently ran her foot up her calf. The 36 year old real estate oversaw a show home of a new luxury subdivision, with prices ranging from $500,000 and up, Pam found few takers even in this aggressive housing market. Part of the reason Pam agreed was that most of the homes she showed were cookie cutter, generic, "McMansions".

The 5'6" blond, with a 'Princess Di' hair style, had that well maintained appearance one would expect from a real estate agent in the upper middle class suburb. Trim figured, Pam had a mature yet sexy look. For todays open house, Pam wore her favorite outfit of tight black, mid thigh mini skirt with a gold silk blouse. Accessorized with heels, black stockings, suspended by unseen garter, and gold bracelets ringing each wrist. Her manicured fingers were adorned with Italian gold rings and an enormous "rock" of wedding ring. Married 18 years with two children in high school, Pam felt age creeping up on her. 

Worried about fading looks, Pam spent several hours a week in tanning booths, beauty spas and aerobics classes. For her 34th birthday Pam also gave herself the present of breast implants. Over night the very full C cup, went to a DD, at $2,000 a piece, Pam felt it was a good 'investment'. Pam knew what a flash of thigh and low cut blouse could do for her home sales, especially with affluent single male buyers common to her market. Her daughter, a very liberal and 'natural' high school senior forshamed her mother for her vanity.

Dulled by the lack of visitors, Pam decided to close up the show home an hour early. Pam made her way around the 10,000 square foot, fully furnished show home, locking up. On the front lawn she pulled open house sign from it's stakes. As she walked back to the house, Pam heard a car door close behind.

Pam turned as a short muscular black man strode across the freshly sodded lawn. Pam felt a twinge of intimidation as the stocky man approached. He wore glasses and flashed a heart melting smile at her.

"Excuse me ma'am. Is this home still open for a viewing?"

"Uh...why yes." Pam stammered seeing the mans gold rings,Rolex and Mercedes which he stepped from. The bobbles he wore impressed Pam. She realized she might have a prospective buyer, not just some guy looking to kill time on a Sunday afternoon.

"I am the agent for this subdivision, my names...." Pam was cut off by the sturdy black man.

"Pam Blake." He smiled

"How did you know?" Pam asked nervously.

"Your name and picture are on the sign." The man said, pointing at the lawn sign which she still held.

Pam's face went flush with embarrassment.

"I can be so ditsy sometimes." Pam turned on sales persons charm, knowing how men responded to her. Manipulative, sure, Pam would admit to that. But she didn't loose any sleep, it was an ends means to a means .

She gave her hand to him, " And you are?"

"Jerome Stevens."

"Please to meet you Mr. Stevens, shall we go in?"

Inside the marble floored foyer Pam went into her rehearsed narration of each room as they went through. She rattled off square footage, construction details and custom features of the "McMansion". A hint of perfume lingered in her wake, caressing Jeromes olfactory senses. Pam flashed a smile and ran her fingers through her hair to add a touch of sensuality to the sell. Again, an ends to the means. 

As she thought about it,' It's not like I'd sleep with a person to sell a home.'

Pam and Jerome relaxed enough to make small talk as they finished the walk through. As Pam paused to demonstrate the custom lighting in the media room, Jerome take a look of Pam's body.

Her blouse stretched under the weight of her breasts. Jerome could see just inside the buttons to the creme and lace beneath.

'Damn nice tits!' He thought, licking his lips.

As the lights came up and the blinds opened Pam said to Jerome.

"You understand all the other homes in this subdivision are sold. This show home is that last one we have?"

Jerome nodded, "Yeah, I know. Nice, very nice."

"I'm glad you like it. Alot of care was put into it."

"I'm sure it has." Jerome thought, knowing she did not get his comments were about both her body and the home .

The pair then moved to the grand staircase. Walking up behind Pam, Jerome next got an eye full of her firm 'cakes'. Licking his lips out of habit, Jerome savored the wiggle right at eye level.

"So Mr. Stevens."

"Call me Jerome."

"So, Jerome, what do you do for a living?"

"Ha," Jerome chuckled," You don't recognize me?"

"Should I?"

"I'm a running back for the major league football team in the city."

"Really? You're an athlete, that's great. I'm sure my husband would know you." Pam said, with a shade of disingenuous interest in her voice.

As they arrived at the top landing, Pam gestured Jerome towards the upstairs bedrooms and study. Like Jerome earlier, Pam now stole a view of his compactly powerful body. His polo shirt stretched by his thick neck; and jeans, just a bit to tight in the rear showed his powerful muscular bottom as he walked away.

Pam stared admiringly at his healthy body.

'Nice ass guy!' She thought.

From the three bedrooms, Pam directed Jerome to the spacious master bedroom suite.Opening the door to suite Jerome exclaimed.

"Damn now this is a bedroom!" 

Pam laughed, "I'm glad you like it."

The rugged athlete toured the cavernous master bedroom with cathedral ceilings, French doors, private deck and hot tub. Like a child, Jerome flopped back onto the king sized bed.

" I like this place, the furniture is great. I don't know anything about decorating, does it come with the house? Who decorated it?"

" Well I decorated it. And yes the furniture could go with the home if you seriously wanted to buy the home." Pam replied flattered.

" I do. My girlfriend and I need a bigger place than our condo."

Jerome sat up on his elbows looking around the room.

Pam for her part just looked at Jeromes muscled body lain over the burgundy comforter. Wondering what he looked like out of the clothes that clung tightly to him.

' He must look sculptured god.'

A woman with an always overt sexuality and yearning to be near good looking men, Pam had strayed from her other wise happy marriage on several occasions. Looking at Jerome, Pam wondered what it would be like. And with the curiosity urged on by popular culture myths, Pam focused between Jeromes thickly muscled thighs at his prominent bulge. She saw a pleasing outline pressing against the jeans.

'My my.' Pam purred to herself. It was a very distinct and thick outline that curled in his pants. Not realizing it, Pam was caught staring.

"You always look don't you?"

"What?" Pam replied in surprise as Jerome caught her furtive glance.

"Yeah, you women always look our crotches now. We know. We know what you're thinking" Jerome wryly smiled.

"Always wondering how big is black?"

Flustered by Jeromes bold comment a hot flash came over Pam, nipples stiffening, pushing against the silk of her bra and blouse. Still she stood there, afraid to answer back.

Jerome saw Pam's nipples through the material. He'd gotten to her. His lips curled with a crooked smile.

Pam emerged from her verbal restraint, not wanting him to get a leg up of this teasing tet e tet. Stepping closer, hands on hips.

"Listen big boy. I sell houses, I don't play with boasting boys pretending to be men. But I've been playing these games my entire life. You wanna play, I'm game! " Pam goaded Jerome on.

"What? Don't play me baby." So used to women recoiling from his masogonistic growls, Jerome was taken aback by her brashness. 

Jerome sat up on the edge of the bed as Pam slunk forward, hips in an exaggerated swagger.

"C'mon you started it." Pam folded her arms. " I'm no nieve girl you pick up at dance clubs, Mr Big Black Football star with the fancy car and big wad. Show me yours and I'll show you mine."

Pam questioned what her acid tongue had gotten her into. She wasn't going to back down now. She was going to ride this roller coaster for all it had. Standing like a stern teacher, Pam tapped her foot.

"Well I'm waiting, or are you all talk? Hmm.." Pam looked him head to toe.

" You are only, what, 5'6"? How big can that thing be...tiny? Maybe all those steroids shrunk it?" Pam wiggled her pinkie

Gauntlet thrown, Jerome untucked his polo, "I came to buy a house baby. Now it looks like I'm gonna get me some. Be warned, this thing only comes out to be used."

Pam's pulse raced as she watched Jerome toss away his shirt. His upper body was a mass of rich dark skin and slabs of muscles. Still she remained poker face. Undoing his belt Jerome showed his black silk boxers and tree trunk like thighs.

Pam eyes were glued to tented silk as Jerome dropped the boxers. Before her, Pam saw a thick veined throbbing. She was enthralled with impress.

"Well damn Jerome, there is enough there to make a horse blush." Pam looked up at Jeromes face, smiling. Pam admitted to herself that he was big, and being the first black man she'd see naked, it was impressive. However, she didn't want to "deflate" his ego by telling him she had seen bigger.

"Runs in the family baby."

Jerome had met her challenge and Pam had to make her mind up. Go forward in this sexual game or back out.

'Fuck it!' She thought. She was going to get the most of this one.

Pam slapped Jeromes broad chest, pushing him onto the bed, cock slapping loudly against his muscled stomach. Pam kicked off her shoes, dropping to her knees she grabbed Jeromes thick cock. It stiffened further, bending upwards to her lips. Her hot breath tickled his head. Pink tongue darting out to taste the slit as she squeezed his rigidity, veins a bulge. Pam swirled the cock head like an ice cream cone, down the shafts under side with a slight curl to her tongue. Pam snugged the bloated vein in that curl while licking up again.

Jeromes hands wide enough to one hand a basketball, now palmed the back of Pam's blond head. Lips around the tip, Pam drew into her mouth Jeromes hot shaft. Methodically, Pam drew the most out of Jeromes fat cock, head bobbing, tongue rolling. Pam nestled her head deep into Jeromes crotch taking in his masculine aroma.

Jerome watched Pam go at it. She was almost buiness like in her efficiency of sucking cock. His buttocks clenched trying to hold off a a building cum. Her fingers torment Jeromes scrotum with her French manicure.

"Ungh, oh god baby! I'm gonna cum!"

Jerome tried to stop it but her skill was too much for him to take. After only a few minutes, Jerome's bulk constricted. Jerome came, and came in several long surges into Pam's ready mouth. It had been a while since Pam had taken a man that large into her mouth, willingly swallowing his load. She pulled away, licking her lips with wry smile on them. Jerome had begun to sweat.

"Got to ya, didn't it baby." Pam said standing, leaning to his face.

"Gonna kiss me baby?"

Jerome turned his head away. She laughed.

"Thought so." 

Pam putting on her heels started to leave the room.

"Where are you goin?" Jerome asked.

"You got what you want? You are going to buy the house?"
 "Yeah." Jerome said nervously." But..."

"But what? If you are planning on buying this house then, I guess we'll be seeing more of each other before the closing. Won't we?" Pam winked at Jerome.

Jerome sat, cock flaccid dripping onto the new carpet, bewilderment on his face.

A lithesome Pam made her way down the grand staircase. Retrieving a bottled water from the fridge, she swirled the cold liquid in her mouth. Smiling, Pam wondered.

"What have I gotten myself into?"

Pam Blake arrived home, her head in a daze, immediately alighting herself to her private bathroom, while her husband Jeffrey was settled in his den watching Sunday night baseball. A sweet steam filled the bathrooms air, as Pam ensconced herself into the scented bath. She lay neck deep in the rose perfumed water, her eyes blinking through the steam curling up from the filled tub.

Pam welcomed the warm water enveloping her naked body, mind occupied with the strange and exciting events of the day. Closing her eyes Pam rested her head on the end of the tub imagining Jeromes impressive muscular appearance that was branded into her memory.The taste of Jerome still lingered on her lips. Her large breasts broke the soapy surface as Pam savored the warmth wrapping most of her body. Body positioned, Pam settled in for the hours long relaxing soak, an hour that Pam smiled realizing would not be spent passively. Pam pressed the rubberized buttons controlling the water jets of the whirl pool tub. Jets of warm water flowed around her torso and between her thighs which opened to allow water to gently lap at that intensely sensitive place between them.

Body soothed and aroused, Pam fumbled for an object concealed under a terry cloth towel on the tubs edge. A purple rubber phallus appeared in Pam's grip. Owning the impressive toy for several years, Pam had never found a need to use it. Extramarital consorts usually provided her a sexual release, but tonight she was forced to seek solace in the artificial 'member'. Pam drizzled a slick gel over it's purple head, spreading over it's veiny length, warming it. She stared at it, recalling with lust how Jerome's cock responded to her skillful touch and mouth. She smirked.

Dipping the dildo through the foam, Pam ran its hardness along her stomach and between her tanned breasts. Down to her belly button Pam let it wander, and finally to that expectant mound. Pam slipped the hard, wide head inside herself. Body welcoming the full pressure nudging deeper inside her. Pam slowly guided the rubber phallus deeper still, almost burying it to it's scrotal hilt. Pam's body heightened, squeaking against the tubs bottom as her legs spread further apart. 

"Yeah baby that's the way." Pam whispered to the imagined lover floating in her head.

As her hand pulled and pushed the dildo in and out of her pussy, building speed, Pam was knocked out of her masterbatory pleasure by a knock at her bathroom door.

"God damnit, who is it!?" Pam shouted.

"Mom, telephone." Layla, Pam's daughter, said timidly through the door.

"Who is it!? I told you I didn't want to be..." Pam snapped.

"It's client mom, a Mr Stevens?"

Pam sat up, water churning, heart pounding. With a splash Pam pulled the toy from between her thighs, leaving it to float to the bottom of the tub as she leapt from the milky colored liquid. Water sheeted the hard wood floors as a soaked Pam reached for a terry cloth robe, racing out the door to her bedroom, nearly knocking Layla over.

Pam hurriedly closed up the robe, hair damp from the humidity, as she reached for the phone while shooing her daughter out of the room.

"Go Layla, this is a business call!"

Pam was consumed with whoever was on the phone and so Layla left her mother, cutting through her private bath. Appearance wise, Layla was her mothers antithesis, crafting an earthy, natural look. Layla streaked purple and pink tints into her long wavy, dirty blonde hair. A long printed "Hippie" dress covered her tall, curvaceous body. With an oval face, uncomplicated by make up, smooth with youth, Layla exuded an eccentric beauty that appealed to the eccentric young men which she surrounded herself with in high school. In her senior year, Layla spent most of her free time with the drama club or art club, or poetry club, or singing with chamber choir.

Gingerly walking the water slicked floor in her hemp sandals, Layla heard the faint whispers of Pam. She felt a knot churning in her stomach. For several months now, Layla had been expressing her dislike of her mothers appearance and behavior, almost on a daily basis. The dying of her hair blonde, wasn't so bad Layla thought, playing with the purple strands on her head. 

'Those implants', Layla frowned, 'are disgusting.'

However, Layla did look down at her more than adequately curvaceous chest, smiling.

"Mom had to pay for what I was born with."

To Layla, Pam's vanity was troubling, because of what it signaled to her. She was no longer a nieve little girl who thought her mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Now a woman herself, Layla saw the way men looked at her mother, and the way her mother looked at those men. Suddenly all her mothers actions weren't so innocent. All these changes lead Layla to conclude one thing. It broke her heart to think such things about her mother, but the idea of the hurt of her dear lonely father wrenched her heart even more. Layla sat, unconsciously listening to her mother, thinking only one thing.

'Mom must be cheating on daddy.'

Sitting on the counter, mind preoccupied, Layla rubbed her lips while watching the foamy surface of the tub water break. On the murky bottom, she glimpsed something purple. Layla leaned forward, blowing the suds from the waters face to see something unmistakable to her 18 year old eyes.

"Oh my!"

Nervously Pam picked up the receiver as Layla disappeared into the bathroom. 

"Hello, Jerome? Is it about the h-house?" Pams nerves caused a breathless hiccup to escape her lips. Her pussy tingled with the residue of pleasure that just escaped her.

Pams hands and voice trembled as he talked, " W-well that is a bit unusual."

Jeromes exotic charm already working on both her mind and body.

"All right Mr. Stevens," Pam played back with the formal language, " How about 8 o'clock tonight?"

As Jerome hung up, Pam laid back on the silk covered bed. A wicked grin on her face as she stared up at the ceiling. The idea of seeing him again just a few hours after secretively sucking him dry thrilled Pam. An added bonus was the fact that his unsuspecting girlfriend would tour those same rooms, hear those same words, but not knowing the secret memories they would elicit from Jerome and her.

Pam got up and raced into her long walk in closet. Her icy eyes searched the racks for something to impress both Jerome and his girlfriend. Scrambling through suits and dresses, Pam checked the time to see she only had fifteen minutes to get ready.

Layla sat with awe focused on the purple dildo which she retrieved from the tubs bottom. Bigger than any cock she's seen before, it filled out her soft hand so seductively. After unconsciously stroking it, Layla recoiled in disgust, tossing it back in the tub with a splash, realizing where it had most likely been when she'd called on her mother.

Layla slipped near the thick paneled door to eavesdrop on her mother, the faint mumbles of whispered conversation barely audible.

" 8 o'clock," Layla repeated her mothers words.

"She's going to show a home now?" Layla puzzled.

It did not make any sense to the bright young woman, in the summer before her freshman year at college. It seemed to Layla that this was her opportunity once and for all confront her mother with her suspicions. Better yet, Layla thought, she'd follow her mother and catch her without a doubt, in her extramarital rendezvous. Layla rushed from the bathroom, to her bed room retrieving her car keys, waiting by the door, listening and watching for her mothers exit.

At three minutes of 8, Pam raced out the door without so much as an explanation. Following a moment behind, Layla.

Extinguishing her headlights before turning the corner, Layla parked her compact convertible along the curb. Ahead, her mothers Jag parked in the driveway beside a silver Mercedes.

Butterfly's a live in her stomach, Layla rested her head against the steering wheel.

"What am I doing!?" Layla pondered, looking up to see lights all over the home come on. Peering across the dark street, Layla saw Pam standing on the front walk way with short wide black man and a elegantly poised woman of equal height. Layla began to rethink her suspicions. Still, Layla waited for her mother and the couple to go inside before getting out of the car.




House Hunting



Angela Chu glanced around the foyer. Impressed with her boyfriend Jerome's description of the home, seeing the 10,000 square feet in person blew her away. Long thick black hair to her shoulders,the petite Chinese-American college junior had met Jerome during his senior year, her freshman year, at the same school.

Despite all the flak she received from both friends and family over Jeromes race Angela had dated him ever since, living together for a year. There had been there bumpy moments to the relationship, catching him with several women, finding out he had a second apartment in the city for those illicit encounters. This house, Angela hoped would calm Jeromes wandering ways, give him domestic roots. Still, it was Jeromes flashy, masculine ways that kept Angela true. He was famous, rich and gave her a lifestyle she could only dreamed of.

A catty snarl came to Pam as she perused Angela's 21 year old, athletic body. Angela's flat, nearly muscularly defined midriff was shown off by her tight black sports bra. Her slate gray stretch pants clung to toned dancers legs and an ass that was firm and shaped like a sumptuous split peach. Pam also took note that the detail which she could pick out, Angela wore no panties under those skin tight pants.

'Skinny little tooth pick.' Pam thought.

Pam was the opposite, tall, blonde and voluptuous. She emphasized her conspicuous features. Even though her ensemble was hastily thrown together, Pam was sexy and stunning. Another sexy black mini slinked high up her thigh, a v neck jacket cut low revealing a stretch of a gray lace shirt. And a peek of thigh highs finished off the erotic outfit.

As Pam finished her look over, Angela turned to catch her guileful stare. Angela got the drift it was look of sizing up the competition. She knew it because she had done it herself. A slight incredulous stare, with a thin look of almost disgust. Both women, knowing the game, forced out a smile. 

"Shall we take the tour?" Pam smirked.

Jerome wrapped his arm around Angela's thin waist, smiling. Angela looked into his devilish brown eyes and knew something was going on.

Like the earlier tour, Pam guided the pair through the home, Jerome pointing out to Angela his favorite features of the home, while thinking about his favorite features on Pam.

Pam felt it, a lewd spark between her and Jerome. Knowing his eyes were upon her body, remembering how she swallowed his batter a few hours before, and how she relished every drop, wanting more. It was almost painful to keep her wits about her when the trio entered the master bedroom.

Jerome let out a chuckle, getting an intense stare from Pam and a suspicious one from Angela as he found the spot of dried up cum on the carpet by the bed.

"How about this bedroom eh Anj?" Jerome paced the room. Angela marveled at the cathedral ceilings and deck. Looking out the French doors, she found the hot tub.

"Jerome a hot tub!" Angela squealed. "I always wanted a hot tub!"

"Baby you know all you have to do ask. You want this house, you got it." Jerome smiled, leering at Pam while Angela's back was turned to look at the master bathroom.

"J, come and look at the bathroom!" Angela shouted.

As Jerome passed Pam, he leaned close, whispering.

"I'm going to fuck Angela's pussy...you just watch...then I'm coming out for you."

Pam gasped, shocked by his burning challenge, faltered, stumbling back a step.

Jerome found Angela fawning over the gold plated fixtures and marble sinks, quietly closing the door, leaving it just open a crack. 

"Baby this place is amazing!?" Angela exclaimed.

Running her hands over the polished counter tops, Angela watched Jerome come into the master bathroom in the counter length mirror, carrying on the conversation in the reflection.

"I know baby, I'm almost positive I'm gonna buy it?" Jerome nuzzled Angela's neck, taking a deep breath of her fragrant, inky black hair. His wide black palms grasped her wasp like waist.

"J, what are you doing?"

"Don't you know?" Jerome smiled.

"Sure baby." Angela laughed shyly, " Not here that real estate woman is in the other room. You know I'm willing to play baby, but..."

"Nope, she's gone downstairs, I told her we wanted some privacy to talk it over."

"Jerome..." Angela giggled in mock protest as he placed a soft kiss on the nape of her neck. Head falling back as Jeromes lips wandered along the defined line of her collar bone, Angela ground her firm bottom into Jerome bulging crotch. She could feel the prominent poker sliding around inside his pants. Angela loved the feeling, nestled under clothing, pressing in the cleft of her ass. She loved his cock, it's size, his skill. And she knew Jerome's partiality to her slender alabaster body. 

Angela gently bent forward, pressing her cheek against the cold stone as Jerome carefully lowered her tight leggings, revealing a perfect round and tight ass, and a damp spot. With her eyes closed in anticipation, Angela heard the distinct sound of a zipper, she smiled.

Pam had dropped to the edge of the bed, collecting her whits.Pam had been with several men since becoming a real estate agent. Occasional vacations to Hedonism in Jamaica or Cancun, with wealthy 'male friends'. Jeffrey, her husband, never knew, she hoped. He was a sweet, yet sexually and monitarily inadequate, man. Despite her laize faire towards marital fidelity, Pam worried about him. Still, her burning sexual desires overwhelmed logic. Jerome, was all she could think of! And what nasty deeds he was doing to his willing girlfriend.

A muffled moan and that sliver of light emanating from the bathroom proved too enticing for Pam's will to fight. Tip toeing across the carpet, creeping closer to her first sinful encounter as a voyeur. Pam watched between the door and jamn, with enormous lust and a pussy wet with anticipation, Jerome's large muscular ass clenching and releasing with each thrust. His upper body, bound in muscle remained still, arms clamped on Angela's waist. Angela bent over, whimpers slipping from her pouting lips, as Jerome's thick stave pounded her rear with building force. He precisely and rapidly slipped in and out of Angela's pussy.

"Ooh...mmm...baby yeah!" Angela purred arms outstretched.

"Oh yeah." Jerome mimicked her words of pleasure in deeper sexual baritone.

Intense in his concentration, Jerome opened his eyes to see in the mirrors reflection of a silhouette in the doorway. He smiled at Pam, eyes locking in the darkness, freezing the 36 year old woman like a deer in head lights. Her knees visibly trembling, Pam sunk to them biting her lip as Jerome kept thrusting, never breaking the secret eye contact.

Layla crept around the back of the home, peeking in each window to find each room empty. Layla looked up to the large private deck, with small sounds radiating from a nearby window. Seeing a circular staircase leading up to it, Layla, bent with catching her mother, walked up the custom built stairs to the unusual architecture hanging from the million dollar home. Layla became single minded in her determination ,not worried that she could find her mother naked under the assailing thrusts of a man not her father.

Unknowingly, like her mother, Layla was about to undertake a sexual journey with it's beginnings as a voyeur.



House Hunting



You had been gone for two months. You had been stationed in the desert, serving time. Well that is what you called it. You were actually there to defend our country. You said your accommodations resembled jail. But I am sure they were adequate. You weren't in a tent but a converted trailer house. There was a gym. Seventy satellite stations and a fine dining hall. Yet you were restricted to the base. And you had a roommate. And not a female one. Okay maybe it was a little like jail. Ah well, you would soon be disembarking from flight 695 and be home.

I waited for you as close to the gate as I could. Security, of course, was tight so I waited by Cheers. The flight had been in 10 minutes ago. Where were you. I looked down the hallway, scanning the arriving passengers. But no Christopher. I was about the leave, thinking you had missed your plane or they put you on a charter at the last minute when there you were. A little haggard looking, but an oh so welcome sight. I smiled big and ran as close as I could. As soon as you passed through the security doors, I threw my arms around your neck and gave you a kiss on the lips. Then grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to the stairs so we could get your luggage. 

"Hi," I said. "Hurry up, soldier." You laughed and followed me. You had enough luggage. And it took forever. I just stood there a little exasperated as bag after bag seemed to be yours.

"Dang boy, what did you do, bring everyone's bags back with you?" I helped you load it all into the back of my jeep. I could tell you were a little tired. Heck I would be too if I had traveled for over 20 hours just to get home. As I shut the tailgate and turned, you pushed me up against the tailgate and kissed me hard, deep. You ran your hands under my sweater, groped my bare breasts (you had demanded I not wear a bra when I picked you up), pinched my right nipple. At that I screamed into your mouth and you took even further advantage by tangling with my tongue. I am sure we stood, kissing for at least ten minutes. I was getting weak and aroused. Your hand wandered to the waistband of my jeans and when you started to unzip them, I pushed against your chest, telling you to slow down a little. You broke the kiss, looking at me with desire laden eyes. You smiled and ground your hard cock against me.

I smiled at you, "And here I thought you would be tired and not up ... too much that is." You grabbed the keys from my hands, opened the passenger door and with a sweep of your hand, indicating I should be seated, I got in. Before I could reach for the seat belt you were already pulling it around me and snapping it in place. Then you kissed me hard and shut the door. You jogged around to the driver's side and got in. 

"Ah it feels good to be behind the wheel again."

"Of my car no less." I muttered under my breath.

"Hush, woman. Let me drive."

You drove out of the parking garage and headed for your house. We unloaded all your desert gear. I hadn't planned to stay at your house since I thought you would be too tired to catch up. As I was waiting for you in the family room at the breakfast bar, you snuck up on me. Before I knew it I was trapped against the bar, your hands were unzipping my jeans and yanking them down. You spread my thighs and your hand was checking to see if I was wet. 

"I knew it," you whispered in my ear. I was still wet from all the kissing and groping we had done in the parking garage.

I groaned. "What did you know?"

And the next thing I knew your hard cock was sliding into me from behind. Oh god you felt so good. Your hands reached around and grabbed my breasts, massaging them roughly. You fucked me hard, rough and fast. You didn't last long. Maybe sixty seconds. And then you were shooting your cum in me. When you were done you reached around and fingered my clit til I came. Not that it took long. You knew I would cum quickly. I always did with you. You leaned against me from behind. "God I missed this." Then kissed my neck and backed away. You sounded tired. I turned and looked at you.

"You, sir, should go to bed." I said.

"Yeah, I know but it had been two and half months and I needed that."

"I know. So did I."

You glanced at me. "What ... you didn't see anyone while I was gone? You didn't suck any cock?"

I looked at you. "What do you think? Never mind," I said with a light laugh. "You know I don't suck and tell. Go to bed. If you feel up to it tomorrow, you can come house hunting with me. There are some new houses on hillside that I want to look at." I said that as I pulled my pants up, zipped them and snapped them shut. "So give me a call." I then walked out of your house and went home.

The next day around 10 am someone was whispering in my ear, "Wakie wakie, blondie." The bum had broken into my house and woken me up.

"What time is it?" I mumbled into the pillow.

"Time to get moving, blondie," and you swatted me on the ass and yanked the covers off. I was not pleased. I rolled over and reached for the blankets, intent on catching at least 5 more minutes of sleep. But instead of blankets I found you yanking me off the bed and pushing me toward the bathroom.

At that I stopped still. Turned to you and glared or tried to look a little put out. Once I could focus, I noticed you were dressed in jeans and your leather bomber jacket. Around your neck was the scarf I had given you for Christmas. A white silk aviator scarf. It was long and I am sure would come in handy. I smiled at the thought. I pushed against your chest and said, "Go make coffee. Be useful. I will take a shower and get dressed."

You laughed and asked, "Need some help?" fully intending to follow me into the bathroom.

I arched an eyebrow and said, "No I can handle this myself. Now go ... do as you are told."

You coughed, "Uh, Susan, who are you telling what to do? You do know who I am don't you?"

I smiled and backed away a step and curtsied. "Yes Master. I know who you are." Then turn and ran for the bathroom, shut the door and locked it. 

"Hey blondie, skip the panties, will ya?" I could hear you laughing as you went to the kitchen.

About 20 minutes later I joined you. You handed me a cup of coffee. "Ah ... so, Hollis, you going with me to look at these houses or did you just come by to torture me? And did you ever think for a minute that you could be prince charming and awaken me with a kiss? Something remotely nice?"

"Nope."

I laughed. There was some raisin toast on a plate. I picked up a piece and bit into it. Chewed a bit thoughtfully. I was thinking of retributable ways. 

"Come on Hollis, I want to check out these open houses." I took a last sip of the coffee and headed to the foyer for my shoes and coat.

You had put on your bomber jacket and were twining the scarf around your neck. Hmmmm I thought. Yes that is it.

The houses were typical for the hillside. I wasn't looking for typical. I did notice a couple who seemed to be following our trail from house to house. He was very good looking. Tall, black, bald. She was very beautiful blonde woman. They were an interesting contrast of dark and light. 

I could tell you weren't that interested in house hunting because all you did was paw me, kiss me or make lewd comments in the bedrooms. But that was okay. I was having fun, making you wait. I knew you just wanted to go back to my house and fuck. How did I know? You kept whispering it in my ear, between gropes, of course. Sometimes you are nothing but subtle.

By the time we got to the last one on my list, a furnished model home, it was late in the afternoon. It was strange that the realtor wasn't there. But we looked around anyway. In the master bedroom, there was a king size brass bed. We went from there to the bathroom. 

"I wonder where the realtor is?" I was a little interested in the house. We checked the kitchen area and there was a note that she had had an emergency but to feel free to look around and take a card if we had questions. 

"Ya know I like this place. Let's take another look." I said and headed back upstairs. You groaned but followed.

In the master bedroom, I stared at the bed. When you got there, I turned and walked up to you. I put my arms around your neck, and looked up. I said, "This room is very big. I like that. like that bed too. What do you think? Care to help me test out that bed" I then turned to look at it again and slid my hands down your scarf. I grabbed the ends and pulled you toward the bed. "Come on." I pushed you so you were seated on the edge of the bed and started to kiss you. Deep kisses. They got faster and wilder as we kissed. You shoved off my jacket and then ran your hands under my shirt. I forced your jacket off too. I stepped back and took off my sweater. You reached up and unclasped the front clasp of my black bra. And immediately began sucking on my left nipple. You roughly massaged the other one but within seconds you were giving it equal treatment. 

Oh god. You kissed your way up my chest to my neck. When you got to my ear you whispered, "Cum, Susan" and I did. You always had that magic voice that over time had the power to make me cum so easily. It was powerful. I stiffened and gave a small cry. I wanted you so bad. I stepped back and removed my shoes, skirt, and tights (I hadn't worn any panties, again per your demand before we left the house but the tights did throw you didn't they?). You stood and took off the rest of your clothes. With one hand on your chest I forced you back on the bed. I straddled your chest .... I could tell you wanted to lick me but I wanted to ride you hard. So I grasped your hard cock and teased my clit with the tip. Then I slowly took your hard cock in my pussy. When I had it all I sat there a moment savoring your hard cock in me. Then when your hands reached up for my tits, I began to move up and down on your cock. I put my hands around your wrists and rode your cock hard. Fast. I knew you would cum fast. You had that look. You kept murmuring "Fuck me, Susan." Then when you gasped and I felt your cock shooting off in my cunt. 

When you relaxed I took your wrists and raised them above your head as I leaned down on you to kiss you. Your cock still in me, my breasts teasing your chest. We laid like that, me on your chest, for a few minutes, catching our breathes. I think you may have even dozed off for a moment. I took advantage of that and took the scarf and tied your wrists to the brass head board. I wasn't sure what to use on your feet. I guess it was the tights. I could make you buy me a new pair. After all it was because of you that they were ruined.

I quickly found them, ripped them apart and tied your ankles to the foot of the bed. Hmmmmm standing back, I did admire your tied-up self on the bed. Oh you did look good. I reached for your cock, sticky with our cums and began to clean it up. I licked it all over. I do so love the taste of us. I was bent over the side licking and sucking your cock when I heard something behind me. You were waking up too so I didn't think much about the noise. I think you also realized you couldn't move. You, I am sure, wanted to put your hand on my head and force me to suck you. And you eyes popped open and you pulled on your wrists. Then your legs. You found out you were bound. 

"SUSAN!" You said. Uh, I could tell by that tone of voice you may not have been exactly happy with your current situation. But did I care? No, I sucked all the harder and looked up at you. I had a wee bit of a smile about my lips that were encircling your cock. 

I removed my lips, continued to stroke your hardening cock and answered with an innocent, "Yes, Master?"

Your eyes shifted to something over my shoulder. You smiled. Before I could even turn around and look, someone was behind me shoving a very hard and very large cock in my pussy. He had gripped my waist, holding me in place and then shoved his cock in me. He was bigger than I had ever taken. I felt so full. I grunted with each stroke. I looked at you for some help but you were just smiling.

Then across the bed appeared the beautiful blonde woman who had seemingly been following us from open house to open house. She was naked. She leaned across the bed and kissed me, licking up some of your cum that was still on my lips. She had large breasts, with large, hard nipples. I wanted to taste one so bad. She started to kiss and lick you hard cock. I didn't want her to have all of you so I helped. I would lick one side, her the other. We would kiss as the tip of your cock. We repeated this ritual for a few minutes. You were begging one of us to suck you but I think we were more into one another than paying much attention to your needs. Besides, I liked hearing you beg and you couldn't do one thing about it, now could you?

The man fucking me must have enjoyed watching us because he slowed his pace, reached around for my breasts and began to tweak my hard nipples. One hand slipped down to my clit and began to massage it.

You knew I was close and commanded, "Cum, Susan." I did. My pussy clutched his cock and he could tell I was cumming hard. When I was done, he pulled out and turned me around and shoved his cock in my mouth. He grasped my head between his big black hands and fucked my mouth. When he came, he pulled out and sprayed his hot cum all over my face and chest. The woman crawled over you and began to lick up all the cum. Soon we were kissing hungrily and she was begging me to eat her. We went into a sixty-nine on the floor, her on top, me on the bottom, as the black man stood near. You could see what was happening because there was a large mirrored closet that displayed us quite well for you. I had never eaten a woman before. She had a unique taste that I enjoyed. I licked her clit, tonging it fast and tasting her wetness. I figured if I enjoyed it when you did it then surely she would enjoy it. Besides she was doing the same to me. Although she was getting the benefits of your cum. She came fairly quickly.

He was hard again and took her from behind. It was fascinating watching his very dark black cock sliding in and out of her very white and pink pussy. I was licking his balls and tonguing her too. She gave up on licking me because he was so forceful in his attack. I looked into the mirror and saw you watching us. I smiled. I am sure you hadn't expected to be the voyeur today after such a long abstinence. But you were intent on the show on the floor and didn't seem too upset. Your cock was hard. I bet you wished you could stroke it.

I reached down and played with her breasts. They were beautiful in their largess. Her nipples large and hard. I sucked one and rolled the other one between my fingers. Something I had always secretly wanted to do to a woman. She moaned. I think the combination of someone playing with her breasts and fucking her was driving her over the top. She came. She cried out loudly. He wasn't done though. He wanted to fuck me doggy style again. He told me to get up on all fours. I did and he slid right into me I was still so wet from all the cumming. 

Meanwhile she got up and untied you. Much to my dismay. She was kissing you and fondling your cock. But you were too intent on watching me being fucked by the black man. You wanted a part of me too. Perhaps to punish me for tying you up. You stood in front of me and grabbed me by the back of the hair. You raised my face to you and shoved your hard cock in my mouth. You rammed it in and out. Hard and fast. I could barely take you. I was choking you were so far down my throat.

All of sudden she crawled between your legs and started to lick my clit. It was too much. I came so hard ... him fucking me, her tonguing me, you shoving your cock in me. You then shoved your cock down my throat and came. I nearly did choke then. I couldn't take it and struggled against your hand holding me still as your cock spurted in my mouth. 

You felt sorry for me and lifted me to the bed. She finished sucking him til he came in her mouth. We all lay back on the bed. Catching our breaths. The room smelled of sex. The bed clothes were a mess. It was dark outside so that meant it was prolly early evening by now. We heard someone come in downstairs. We all started and hurried to get dressed. I was in the worst shape. My tights missing, and nothing to comb my hair with. I am sure there was cum stains on my chin and cheeks and I know there were some on my thighs. But I hurried and dressed anyway. You quickly made the bed, looked around to see that everything was in order and grabbed my hand with a grin. I looked back once, saw the scarf still attached to the headboard. I ran back for it and then put it around your neck. The tights were still attached to the footboard but I left them.

"This scarf comes in handy. Don't ever forget it, okay?" Then I smiled and kissed your lips quickly. We left, leaving the realtor no doubt wondering why we all left so quickly without a word to her.

Outside as we were about to get in your explorer, we smiled at the other couple. In a way I wanted to ask their names but then ... that might ruin the mystery of the coupling. So we just got in your SUV and went home.

"By the way Hollis, you owe me a pair of tights."



House Hunting



"But I don't want to move. Its not fair."

Well, this wasn't going good I thought to myself. My company had offered me a promotion but it meant moving to DC in a few months.

"The kids like their school, I like this neighborhood"

Ok, I had to think of some other way to make this sound good but I couldn't really think of any. " How about you and I go up and look at houses next week? We'll get the feel of the land and see if there is anything we like. "

"That wont work, what will we do with the kids?" She asked.

"I bet I can get my sister to watch them." I answered. Well, at least that was all I could think of as I was standing there. The rest of the week didn't go a whole lot better, but my sister did come down to watch the kids. Diane and I drove up on a Sunday after noon so we could start looking the next day. I'd even arranged for us to stay in a pretty nice place. A buddy of mine from college had a huge town house down by Dupont circle. It was one of those older ritzy places that that is only a couple of blocks from the white house and every other neighbor has gobs of money. It was a little outside our price range, but it was really nice. Mark, the owner, was a lawyer at one of those Washington power brokers that is on the take from every major corporation that wants something from its local congressman. 

The congressional schmoozing paid well but the hours sucked. He was always off to some conference or another and put in those 60-hour weeks. That was probably the reason his wife left him after three years. Money can't buy everything, but it did buy a really nice place. He was off for the whole week lining the coffers of Dewey, Cheatem and Howe by getting the congressional delegation of New Hampshire agree to some sort of federal subsidy for maple sugar candy. Or at least that what he told me. It didn't really matter to us as long as he let us borrow his place. 

I pushed open the front door and we sort of peered in like kids in someplace we knew we shouldn't be. The damn place was bigger than our house and was three stories high. 

"Very nice" Diane remarked. "I'll take one of these"

"Yeah, you and me both" was all I could retort. We walked slowly through the halls past the kitchen that looked like you could roast an OX in, up the stairs past the study to the top floor where the guest room was. It was nicely done, probably by some hired interior decorator. Mark didn't have taste nearly this good. Everything was neatly arranged, probably by some cleaning lady who came by once a week. I did notice that all the pictures of Mark and his wife and kid were gone. He'd still had some the last time I'd visited but it had been over a year since she'd left.

"Hey, come look at this." I heard from down the hall. I headed for the sound and found Diane standing in the middle of what must have been the master bedroom. A cherry king bed sat in the middle of a rather sizeable room that that had pale blue walls long curtains. A mirror covered one wall opposite a set of bureaus that had to be antiques. Diane walked up to the bed and ran her hand across the navy satin sheets. She giggled and flopped on top. 

"Want to do me?"

"Come on, get up, that not where we are supposed to sleep. Get off the man's bed" I sort of wailed.

"Spoil sport" 

She actually looked disappointed. We finished un packing and went out for a bite at one of those trendy bistro places that isn't really any better than McDonalds, but cost ten times as much. When we got back to the house we found his bar. I had to admit it was very well stocked. In fact it had everything needed to make a long island ice tea. After the first one I was feeling a bit more relaxed as we sat on the couch. I leaned over and kissed her gently. She responded with one of those soft warm kisses that makes the back of my neck warm. I could smell the hint of her perfume behind her ear as I traced my lips gently down her neck to the area next to her collarbone. A little nibble there and she arched her head back and sort of sighed. 

She took my hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Want to go up stairs?" 

Damn right I did. We scurried up like two horny teenagers whose parents were out. Diane went over to the suitcase and got out some clothes and went into the bathroom. I slid out of my jeans and kicked off my shoes. I stopped to look when the door opened. She'd put on a blue camisole that came with these awesome little blue panties. Little spaghetti straps covered her shoulders that were just next to her blond hair hanging down to her neck. The best part was that the camisole did nothing to cover her long legs and there was just a hint of ass. 

If I had known how to whistle I certainly would have. She handed me my toothbrush and said "I don't plan on getting out of bed once I get in." 

That was fine with me. I went into spit and finish while she waited. I came back out but the bed was empty. Ok, where is she? I looked out in the hall and headed for the light at the end of the hall. What was she up to? I came to the room we'd been in earlier, only now the comforter was pulled back and my wife was sitting in it.

"Get out of there." I said. "Our room is down there"

"Oh, you big baby. This bed is so big compared to that one in the guest room. Besides, if you are worried about staining the sheets, I'll wash them before lawyer boy comes home. Now come here."

She did have a point. I slid over next to her and ran my hand up the silky blue fabric of her camisole to where her nipple was clearly trying to poke through. I peeled back the sheets a bit and admired her legs set against the backdrop of the navy satin sheets. I kissed her again and slid my left hand down to her thigh, relishing the slight moan as I slid it up to the elastic of her panties. I could taste the alcohol on her lips. I moved one hand to each side of the thin fabric that covered her and lifted it slowly over her head. I tossed it on the chair in the corner.

"You won't be needing that " I told her. Her smile and kiss told me I was probably right. My hands slid back along her body again and explored every inch of her skin. Her breasts cupped in my hands as I traced small circles around them. I leaned forward and kissed her nipple, feeling it get harder to my tongue. I kissed each as I continued down to the little clothing she had left. My finger slid up to slide under the remaining fabric and touched her. It felt different. I looked up and she had a huge smile on. I touched her again. My fingers slipped under the little strings that held the bottoms on and pulled. She lifted her hips slightly to make it easier. I stopped and my cock got even harder. There wasn't any hair there. She'd only done that once before.

"You like it?" she asked

"When"

"I did it this morning when I took my shower before we drove up. I figured you deserved a little treat for your big promotion." 

I ran my finger over it and slid it down between her lips. She was soaking. 

"It makes me hot too" she said.

I smiled and pushed her back onto the pillows. I slid my face lower till I was inches from her and I knew she could feel my breath against her wetness. My tongue slid forward and just barely touched her skin. The gasp told me all I needed. I traced my tongue from the very bottom of her opening, up, up to the slightly swelling at the top. She tasted sweet and sexy. My tongue slid from side to side and her hands griped the pillows over her head. I licked her slowly up and down using my tongue to separate her lips and make small circles as I tasted her insides. Another moan told me I was doing good. I moved my tongue faster and faster until she grabbed my head and pulled it up. 

"I want to feel you in me" 

I sat up and pulled off the rest of my clothes. Shit, I'd left the condoms down in the bag by the back door. 

"I'll be right back" and I ran down the hall. I'm not sure she knew where I was going. It was good thing it was dark in the rest of the house as my friend was sticking up in front of me as I went. Now, where in the hell was that bag. There it was. I grabbed the bag and turned to go back up the stairs. Click. What the hell, the front door started opening. This wasn't a good position to be found standing in. I leapt back around the corner so I could go around the other way and close it. My heart raced as I realized that someone was coming in. This was going to be embarrassing. Mark was home. Not supposed to be here. Especially as I was hiding bare assed naked in his hallway. He tossed his keys on the table and threw his coat over the chair. Ok, if he goes into the study where the bar is I'll run upstairs. I wonder if Diane heard him and made it back to our room. He didn't go to the bar. He's heading for the stairs. Ok, this is where I jump forward and over come the awkward moment before he goes up. But I couldn't. I'm still not really sure why. He slowly walked up the stairs to his room. The back of my brain said "go after him" 

I heard her voice "Hurry up, I'm waiting"

He stopped, looked down the hall towards the guest room and then stepped into his room. I stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Well…. Hello….., you must be Diane, I'm Mark"

I could only picture the scene. She'd pulled up the sheets to her chest covering her self. He noticed her clothes on the chair and walked over to them. 

"Expecting someone else I suppose," he said.

"Well, yes" her voice. "I'm very sorry about this, we were, well just, you know…" 

"Is he coming back?" his voice from just inside the door. That was probably my cue to come up to the rescue but I stayed put almost in a panic. I slowly started up the stairs and from the third to the top stair I could see through the side of the door. Mark was sitting in the chair and was holding the clothes I had removed just minutes before. 

"If you'll just pass me those I'll let you have your bed back" Diane said.

He just sat there twirling her panties. 

"You know" Mark said, "I was having a pretty bad day until I got home. My deal fell through, the pissant congressman wouldn't cave and my flight was delayed. Until now, today was a total loss. Damn, Rich did always have good taste in women. You know…. in general I have a rule. I get to fuck all the beautiful naked women in my bed. That is my bed you are in, you are quite good looking and from what I have here it would appear that you are quite naked. Tell you what, if he comes back before I get undressed, I'll give you your things back." 

With that he began to undo his tie. Now was the time for me to rush in. She looked at him then at the door with a slightly pensive look. My heart was beating faster as his jacket hit the chair. His hands undid the cuffs on his shirt and he set them on the dresser. The crisp white oxford flopped to the ground.

"Are you sure he's coming back?" One shoe hit the ground then the other. He reached down and pulled off his socks. She could just get up and wrap the sheet around her and walk out. Yes, that's what she should do. His hands crossed in front and he pulled off his t-shirt. Time for me to go in NOW. His hands undid his belt and his pants and shorts fell to the ground at his feet. She wasn't staring at the door any more. 

"I guess he's not coming back," he said as he walked to the bed. His left hand reached forward and slowly grasped the sheet. She didn't move, didn't get up. He sat on the bed in front of her and slowly pulled the sheet back. Now it was like watching a very erotic movie, only this was real. He ran his hand up and touched her shoulder, flicking her hair back. I could see her breathing heavy, fear…, anticipation…., desire….. He slid forward and kissed her shoulder as his hands began to slowly explore her body. His hands were open as they caressed and ran over her breasts. Now he leaned forward and took her nipple between his lips. It seemed to stiffen under his touch. Her eyes closed and her head leaned back as he began to kiss first one then the other, still moving his hands across her body. Her hands relaxed and the sheet began to slip down until there was nothing between them. He moved his mouth up her chest to her neck until he leaned forward and kissed her once, then again, and then she kissed him back. I swear I could see their tongues touching as the pace increased and the fervor began to build. Oh god, he was going to fuck her. And I was going to watch.

He rolled over and sat next to her so he was facing the door and placed his hands on her pulling her gently so that her back was facing the door. 

"Do you suck Rich's cock?"

I don't think it was so much a question as a request, but she seemed to get it. She slid down his body so that when his head went back I knew she'd taken him in her mouth. I also knew how good it felt. Until now I'd been the only cock she'd ever sucked. Her head moved up and down, his hands lightly playing with her hair. Mark looked over at the door as if he knew I was watching. My own cock, rock hard at the thought how good her warm wet moth felt and the erotic excitement of watching my wife suck someone else's cock. Her head moved up and down and he watched admiringly as he continued to play with her blond strands. Her head came up and I could see a strand of precome, like a glass string from her lips to the head of his cock. It hung there momentarily, then fell, part on her chin and the rest across his abdomen. 

He slid his hands to her sides and pulled her forward so that she was now straddling him, one knee on either side of him. His cock wet with her saliva resting on her inner thigh. She held his shoulders as he reached down and pulled himself to align with her. I could see the head slide up and part her lips, where I had intended to be moments earlier. He slid along not quite entering her but teasing her, seeing how wet she was. He planned to take full advantage of my tongues preparations. It was liked the tip of his swollen cock was being kissed by her lips. The absence of hair, and her shaved smoothness highlighting their skin together. Then he moved one hand to each hip and pulled her down. 

Her head rested on his shoulder as the head of his cock disappeared into her. He stopped and let her adjust to his girth. He wasn't much longer than me, but he was thicker. He pulled her lower and lower. I watched inch by inch as her body encased it. When all I could see was his balls and her ass, I knew he was all the way inside her, deep up where only I'd been the last fourteen years. I could hear small moans coming from her body as he lifted her up and then slid her back down. He would lift her until just the head was in her and then thrust his hips up into her again, and again, and again. He was good, very good. As she slid down I marveled at how her lips took him in and then tried to hold on as he slid back out. Her skin against his, nothing between them. Her ass rotated from side to side as she rode his cock. His hands were now free to roam her body as she fucked him harder and faster, grinding herself against his pubic bone. Her breathing became more rapid and I could sense she was getting closer and closer. His hands roamed her back, one in the small of her back, the other cupping her magnificent ass. 

"That's it Diane…, come all over my cock …., come hard for me"

That was enough to send her over the edge. Her head arched back as she sat up straight, her hair hanging down, her face scrunched up and then she threw her head forward, her mouth open as she began to come, twitching and gasping. Her face contorted in that wonderful expression that only lovers share. Her ass grinding harder and harder against him as she worked to get every bit of release she could. My own cock was as big as it had ever been and was ready to explode.

Mark looked up at her and continued to hold her hips. Now he was fucking her slowly as she collapsed on his chest. Her head rested on his shoulder. 

He held her waist and rolled to the right so that he was now on top with her legs spread wide for him. His knees pushed her thighs apart, his balls flopping down as he slid into her from above. He held himself above her, his arms extended, the muscles in his shoulders very pronounced. Her hands moving up to grab his face and pull him down to kiss her as they fucked. His ass moved up and down and this time it was her turn to run her hands across his body. She drew her knees up closer to her body like she did with me when she wanted me to go deeper, or when we wanted to conceive. Her hands continued to dance across his back and I watched as they now held his ass pulling him into her. His cock disappeared again and again into her shaved mound. She had done that for me. He started to groan and I knew that he was close. His back tensed up and arched, then his ass drove into her hard one last time and he kissed her as he came in her. She must have felt it as he came as she whimpered as each spurt filled her, setting off another spasm deep inside her, her head thrashing from side to side until he reached down and held it steady.

"Oh yes, come in me" she said between kisses, their mouths locked together, her hips once again grinding under him, his balls resting in the crack of her ass as they emptied their contents into my wife. Her back arched and her legs locked around him to keep him from getting away, the two of them a withering mass of flesh and intertwined arms and legs. 

Her words sent me over the edge, my own balls contracted and a rope of white shot out and hit the floor, releasing the tension that had been building as I watched. My cock deflating as I watched them play out their final scene. He stopped moving and I could see the beginning of his thick viscous fluid starting to run down her crack and leak out from around his cock. I silently wondered how long it had been since he'd had any. Spent and mentally exhausted, I slid down the hall to the guest bedroom and climbed in. The light was off. I don't know how long I lay there before I felt someone climb on top of me. In the darkness I could make out her silhouette and I knew she was still naked. She flicked her hair back and leaned down and kissed me.

"You didn't come back," she said before she bent down and kissed me softly on my lips. I could taste him on her warm wet lips. " Did you watch? I hope you did because this was a one-time deal. " She kissed me again "I brought you a present" she whispered in my ear. "Its from Mark". She slid up my body and held my head pulling it closer. I could smell the after effects of their coupling. My face was where it had been before I went for the condoms, only now the taste was much different. Her lips were looser and as my tongue touched the bottom of her slit she twitched and I could taste him in her. First a little, then more and more seemed to ooze out. It had been a while since he'd had any. I had to make amends for not coming back and I was determined to get every drop. My hands slid up and held her ass. Her crack was slippery with their juices. She reached up and held the head of the bed to steady herself. My tongue slid over her lips making her mine again. As I licked I could feel her tense and her body twitched again and again forcing small amounts of him out until I was sure there was no more swimming inside. 

She collapsed next to me and cuddled up resting her head on my chest. I stroked her hair as we began to drift off. She kissed me again and whispered in my ear "You never told me that Mark was black."



House Hunting



There is a maze of lanes within the rich suburb; narrow, leafy roads that wind between the large houses with their high walls and hidden gardens.  Many of these big houses were selling off their gardens to allow new apartments to be built in this expensive backwater of London. 

I had decided to walk.  The rest of the team were working on a nearby redevelopment, and the boss had asked me to go to the Show-Flat in the recently finished block of prestigious apartments overlooking the river.

“I’ve left the plans there.  Go and fetch them for me will you, Jim? I’ll be back later this afternoon.”

It was a lovely early September day.  The sun was warm and the sky flecked with thin clouds.  I had just slipped through the shortcut between the ivy-covered brick walls surrounding some fine old Georgian houses, when I saw a woman walking towards me.  She was a well-dressed lady, possibly in her late thirties or forties.  Her hair was immaculately styled and I could tell from the way she carried herself with confidence, that here was a lady used to having everything she desires.  

As I looked her way, our eyes met and there was this instant flash that occurs only rarely.  I felt my pulse race.  She slowed up as I approached.  She carried an envelope in her hand, the address written in sweeping italic writing.

“I wonder, could you tell me ....“ she started slowly.  “I’m trying to find my way to the river and I seem to have lost my bearings......”

Her eyes burrowed into mine.  I saw her look down at my tanned arms and my plaster covered T-shirt.

“The river...?” I blurted.  “Er, well, it’s down ..... I’m going that way ... would you like me to show you?”

“I’d be delighted.” she replied, and gave a little laugh.  “These narrow lanes can be confusing to the visitor!”  She had a faint trace of a foreign accent, possibly French.  She turned on her elegant heel and walked beside me.

She asked me about my job, and I explained to her about the buildings I had been working on.  As we walked, she had many questions about these apartments.   It seemed that she was bored with her own penthouse apartment in the city, and was looking to invest a little money in buying some real estate in this area.

As we drew close to my destination, I said to her, 
“The river is just at the end of that lane.  I need to go in here....”

She looked in through the high wrought-iron gates into the deserted tree-covered quadrangle. 

“And this is the building you’ve just been working on....?”  

I put the key into the gate.  It seemed strange that she was standing here chatting to me, when she had an appointment down near the river.

“I would love to see inside .. could I?”

“I only have the key to the Show-Flat ..... I’m only here to pick up the drawings ..”

She slipped through the gate and stood and looked around as I locked the gate behind me.  She giggled a little nervously.

“After you,” she said.  “By the way, I’m Suzanne.  What’s your name?”

“Jim”

“Nice to meet you, Jim.”

The flat was a sumptuous open-plan space overlooking the river.  Huge windows opened out on to the balcony.  The interior was not to my taste, but it was elegantly furnished with pale leather covered armchairs and sofa, a big glass coffee table and gold framed mirrors.  In one corner, behind the screen and the potted bamboo, was a king sized bed with deep maroon satin covers.

She took off her jacket as she walked over to the window, slid it open and walked out on to the balcony.  I followed her and watched as she turned and leant right back against the railings, facing me.  Her breasts strained against her silk blouse.

“There’s always something I’ve wanted to do on a balcony like this Jim,” she said, lifting her leg and holding in crooked against the steel.  I leant beside her, facing her.  She looked me deep in the eyes and smiled.  

“I’ve always wanted to fuck in the open, somewhere like this where there’s a chance I might be seen....” she said, her eyes shining.  She rolled her tongue over her lips, laughing as I swallowed hard and stuttered the next sentence.

“But Mrs .... I mean, Suzanne.  I hardly .....”  I was confused.  What brought this on?  I just stood there, struggling for words.

She laughed again and placed her hand on the front of my trousers.  I had a growing erection, I must admit, and with her hand there I felt the blood rush.

“Don’t be shy, Jim.  Will you do that for me?”

Suddenly she grabbed my head and drew me to hers, fastening her lips on to mine.  She tasted sweet and hot, and the scent of her perfume filled my nostrils.   Her tongue forced itself into my mouth and she attacked me fiercely.  Her hand was still on the front of my trousers, stroking my growing erection.

I should have tried to fight her off.  I didn’t have any idea who this woman was, but she was beautiful, she was tasty, she was hot ... and she had her hand on my cock.

“Go on, fuck me, Jim.  I need you NOW!” she hissed between her teeth and her hand started to unzip my flies.  Her fingers fought quickly into my shorts and found my hot throbbing cock.  She pulled me out and feverishly started to masturbate me.

I felt my confusion vanish.  My cock fattened beneath her fingers.

“Fuck me now! From behind!” she groaned.  While I kissed her, I pushed my hands down her back and pulled up her skirt.  As I ran my fingers over her bottom I realised with a surge of lust that she was wearing no knickers.  I immediately slipped my hand between her legs and found her bush wet and hot, her lips slippery and smooth to the touch.  I thrust two fingers inside her and felt her bite my lower lip. 

“Yes!” she breathed, rubbing herself up against me.  I needed her now, so I pulled away from her mouth and spun her around, none too gently, until she was bending over the railing looking out over the river.  A rowing boat fought the current below, two rowers straining hard against the oars, as I lifted her skirt over her arse, slapped her cheeks and forced her legs apart.  Then I freed my cock fully from the restraining shorts and slid into her.  I’ve never known my cock get so big.  The suddenness, the violence, had all given my cock its head and had filled up to prove it.  

She let out a loud groan as I forced into her, thrusting deep.  I wasn’t playing any games here, I needed to fuck her and I needed to cum and that was all that was on my mind.  She stretched back, her hands holding tight on to the rail, thrusting her arse hard against me as I pounded into her.  My fingers bit into her pale skin.  My cock slid in and out of her, purple and angry and desperate.  Then, at the final slap of flesh upon flesh I felt my cock explode inside her.  I held myself against her now as it twitched and shot its hot seed within.  She gripped me now, using her muscles to milk the last drops from me.

I finally pulled myself free and put myself away and zipped my trousers up again.

“So soon?” she said, turning.  Her face was deeply flushed and her eyes had a hard, cruel look in them.  “My big boy all ready to go?”

She strode past me into the apartment, slipping off clothes as she did so.  Once inside she turned to me again.  She was dressed only in her stockings and suspender belt and her sharp high heels.  She stood on the glass coffee table, spilling a glass of flowers as she did so.  The water trickled from the glass and created a dark puddle on the pale carpet.  She stood, legs apart, looking at herself in the large gilt-edged mirror.

“Come here!” she said.  Her legs were outstretched and her bush was wild and white where my cum hung in sticky drops.

“Clean me up!” she ordered.  I walked forward, tentative but thrilled.  Although my lust was spent, I felt a stirring.

“Suck me clean,” she said.  So I knelt on the carpet and leant forward until my nose was level with her sex.  She smelt of musk and hunger.  “Lick me!” she ordered again.  I knew she was enjoying watching the reflection of my hunched back moving between her thighs.  I moved up and slipped my hands around her naked buttocks and pressed my face into the moist heaven in front of me.  Then I started licking.  I sucked and licked and ran my tongue heavily over her bud until I felt her legs start to collapse into my shoulders.  She was humping my face now, bringing herself off on me as I licked.  She groaned and held my head.  Her stiletto heels scraped a jagged scratch across the glass.  

“Yes Yes!” she screeched.  I felt her thrust and then shiver.  She came heavily and I swallowed hard.  Then she pulled away and stepped off the coffee table.  I almost fell forward.  She flopped down on to the pale leather sofa, lifting her legs wide showing me the violent redness of her cunt.  

“You lick well for a young man,” she said, stroking herself and fingering her nipples.  I could see that her cum was trickling out of her and creating a dark stain on the pale leather.  Oh, no! This was the Show-Flat!!  And here she was wrecking it.  But somehow her disrespect, her disregard for anything at all excited me.

“Ah! I can see you’re quite turned on by this.”  My cock was growing again; messages were rushing to my brain. She laughed and licked her finger.  “Come on Jim, you can wank for me, you know you want to.”

I was dumbfounded at her language, yet my cock sent messages to my brain ... “Get me out!! Stroke me!! Wank me!!”

“Kick your clothes off, don’t be shy.  I like the look of a young man’s body,” she said, running her tongue across her lips and sliding her naked sex over the soft leather. “And you know how easily I get turned on, don’t you, Jim....”  

I couldn’t strip off right in front of her, it didn’t seem right, I don’t know why. So I turned around and removed my clothes.  When I turned back to her, naked, her eyes lit up when they saw me.  She was slowly stroking herself, running her fingers around her nipple.  I held my cock now ... half through embarrassment, and half because my brain was still screaming at me to wank.

“Come on Jim.  Isn’t this a dream you’ve had?  Wanking over this disgustingly expensive furniture?  Imagining a naked woman in front of you as you did so?  Yes ...... !” she said, smiling, summoning me over with a crooked finger.  I stood over her, still holding my cock.  She started sliding her finger in and out of herself.  “That’s right, Jimmy, “ she breathed. “Make yourself cum!  Bring yourself off over my naked tits!  Look at me fingering myself as you do it!  C’mon Jimmy ....”

I needed no more persuasion.  I thumped myself hard with my fist, looking at her breasts, her slippery fingers playing around her hot snatch, the wet pool of juices that crept across the leather, rubbed in by her thrusting naked skin.

“Is that good?” she pleaded, “Is that good wanking over my hot sexy body?”

Suddenly I felt myself buck between my fist and the white sticky seed shot from the tip of my cock.  The first big ejaculation hit the sofa, the second hit her breast, and the remaining small flecks splashed out onto her face and her hair as I feverishly finished myself off.

Then, surprised by her strength, I felt myself grabbed and thrown down across the sofa.  As her heels tore and punctured the pale hide, I felt her go down on my shrinking cock, sucking and licking like a woman insane.  I felt with a distant thrill, her fingers and tongue roaming everywhere between my legs.  Lifting me up, thrusting me down, rubbing her naked breasts into my thighs, slipping a finger into my arse. This was rough sex, and I found it really turning me on.  

“Do you like to fuck arses, Jim?  Would you like this mature woman’s arsehole around your cock?”

I’d never done it before, but it sure was a big fantasy I had.  It was the one thing my cock needed, for soon for it stiffened from the soft curve it had sunk to.  I felt her lips slipping up and down the length of me.  I lay back and watched the slit of her arse as she knelt down over me, like a gash in the perfect roundness of her buttocks.  

She slipped her mouth away.  Saliva (or was it my precum?) trickled from her lips and she wiped it away with her tongue.  

“Stay there ...” she ordered.  I lay back on the wrecked sofa as she stepped over and bent down and furrowed around in her bag.  The first thing she found was a Whisky miniature, which she opened and drank down in one.  The bottle rolled to the floor.  She licked her lips.  Then she brought out a tube of cream and took the top off.  

“You’ll enjoy this, Jim.  I know I do.”  A gob of lubricant hung off the end of the tube and fell to the carpet.  

“Where shall we do this?”  She looked around the immaculate flat.  “Where shall I be when your cock is pushing up my arse?”  Her free hand snaked between her legs.  I know she, as I, was getting a huge hit off this.  

“Mmmmmmm....” she had noticed the bed.  She went over and stood beside the bed.  Then she knocked over the screen, which crushed the bamboo plant beneath it.  

“We can watch each other in the mirrors now ......” she said.  “Come here!”

I got up off the sofa.  My cock bounced and stiffened as I saw her kneeling on the red satin bedspread.  I stood behind her and she watched me in the mirror. 

“Plenty of lubrication!” she said.  “And take it slow to start with.”  

I rested my shiny, lubricated cock against the small brown bud of her arse.

“Use your finger...” she husked.  “Here...”, and she leant back and slipped her own finger inside.  Taking her cue I did the same.  It was a strange, ribbed feeling.  I wasn’t sue whether I liked it or not, but my cock was bursting to have a go.  So, keen to cut out the foreplay I placed my cock there again and pushed.  With a cry she opened up and let me in.  The head slipped in at first and met a barrier.  Then, with an urgency that only a cock can have, it pushed in further and at once I felt myself slide deep and tight into the dark, pungent mystery of her arse.  I closed my eyes, and my cock dragged me fully in.  Ah!  My balls ground against her buttocks.  I rested a second, deep inside her.  My cock was too urgent to hang around, though.  Soon I was forgetting her cries of pain and lust; I was hitting her hard, pumping her, hurting her, biting her skin with my fingers, getting dragged speedily upwards on the wings of my orgasm.  

We watched each other in the mirror, two animals on heat.  Our sweat dripped on to the bedspread, her heels tore the fabric. I watched and I heard, no! I felt as she exploded internally, cumming again and again, shit! The sensations on my skin, the lust and desire in my head, the odours of sex in my nostrils, the vision of the fucking bodies in the mirror all combined to release my sperm too.  With a grunt, I bucked and thrust and came heavily inside her.

Then we collapsed laughing and kissing on to the bed.

Sometime later I trailed dripping water from the shower to find her fully dressed once more.  Under her arm were the drawings.

“Oh shit!  The drawings .....” I cried.

“That’s OK Jim, I’ll take them to your boss right now; my husband, that is!”  and blowing me a kiss she walked out the door and left it swaying behind her .......






House Hunting



Cathy stayed late in the reality office waiting for everyone to leave and agreeing to lock up, she had made arrangements with her husband to meet in a vacant house which was on the market. It was a ritual that they did occasionally and tonight she was extremely horny about it. She locked the front door and went into her office to get dressed. She removed the dress, a cocktail dress with a flirtatiously plunging neckline. Opening the overnight bag she removed her 4 inch spiked heels, stockings, garter belt, push up peek-a-boo bra and crotch less panties. As she got dressed, she stopped to admire herself in the closet mirror. At age 40, she still had the curves to turn a few heads. She was a voluptuous woman who knew how to use what she had. Putting on the finishing touches, a pair of 4-inch spike heels, she could feel the moisture grow between her legs in anticipation. Her and her husband had been doing different things for the past few years to spice up their love life, trying thing from BDSM to wife swapping, but few things excited her like meeting him in a stranger’s house.

It was already 8:30, as she was getting ready to leave, she was to meet her husband at 9:30 and wanted to set the mood for him. Suddenly the phone rang, thinking it was her husband she answered it, it was Mike. He explained to her that he was being transferred to New Jersey by his company and was sent to house hunt. She explained to him that the office was closed, but he told her that he only had one day to search and was in desperate need to find a home in the area. Feeling sorry for him, she asked some questions and decided to show him one home that night. It happened to be the one she was to meet her husband at, after hanging up with Mike, she called her husband and explained what was going on. They agreed to push back their get together about an hour.

Mike arrived there first, with time to spare he got out of the rental car and was looking around the outside of the house when a car pulled into the driveway. Mike walked toward the car and greeted her at her door. He opened her door for her, as she step out her dress parted slightly exposing what appeared to be stocking tops in the bright moonlight night. She stood up and extended her hand as a greeting. She walked towards the front door, mike followed watching her skirt sway hypnotically, wondering if he really saw what he thought he saw. She opened the lockbox and removed the key, opening the front door the entered the house. As Catchy explained the details or the house, the conversation slowly began to turn flirtatious. Suddenly the front door opened and in walked Cathy’s husband, Gary. Mikes hope’s dashed as introductions were made.

The two men followed Cathy up the stairs to the second floor. As they entered the master bedroom, Cathy excused herself to the bathroom. Mike commented to Gary how attractive Cathy was. Gary mention that not only was she attractive but she was very seductive and submissive. As Cathy walked toward the two men, Gary grabbed her around the waist, pulling her towards him. He placed his lips upon her lips, kissing her deeply. He pulled her hard into him, pressing her body against his hardening cock. Mike stood by in awe, watching the two of them become one, turning him on. As their lips parted she opened her eyes and look at Gary’s face, He nodded slightly, slowly she slid down his body, unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his pants, getting on her knees. She removed his semi hard member from his pants and slowly inserted it into her mouth. Mike started to rub the front of his pants, he could feel his cock getting harder by the minute, watching her devour his member. 

Gary started to pump is shaft into Cathy’s mouth, Cathy reach out trying to grab mikes crotch, he glanced at Gary who nodded his approval. Slowly he moved closer, unzipping his own pants, removing his hard cock. She grabbed it and began stroking it. Slowly she began alternating the cocks in her mouth, sucking on one while stroking on the other. Cathy slowly laid down on the carpeted floor as the men removed their pants, kneeling next to Cathy’s head Mike began to feed her his cock again, enjoying the warm moist mouth she had offered him. Gary began to open her dress exposing the garter and stockings she was wearing, he enjoyed watching her suck mikes cock. Slowly he lowered his head towards her moist pussy, opening the material of her panties he began tonguing her clit. Mike watched as Gary’s tongue split her pussy lips and found her swollen clit, he could see her nipples grow thru her bra, watching her breathing becoming erratic.

Mike began playing with Cathy's tits slowly rubbing the nipples that were poking out of her bra. Gary inserted a finger into her moist pussy, her swollen lips clamping around it like a glove, he sucked her clit into his mouth, clamping it between his lips, he ran his tongue over it. He inserted a second finger into her pussy, pumping it harder and deeper, she began to raise her hips to meet his thrust. Mike continued to pump Cathy’s mouth she began to clamp tighter with her lips as her orgasm grew inside her, this made his cock swell even more, filling her mouth. Gary’s tongue worked on her clit, his fingers pumping her cunt harder and faster, with each pump she thrusted her hips up, making his fingers go deeper. Sucking Mike’s dick deep into her mouth, she orgasmed hard, her juices flowing from her pussy, soaking Gary’s hand. 

Slowly her orgasm subsided, Mike began to pump his cock back into her mouth, Gary grabbed her legs, placed them on his shoulders and began to insert his cock into her moist cunt, slowly he put his cock deep into her hole. He began thrusting his cock hard and deep into her, the sound and smell of her wet cunt filled the room, this excited Mike over the edge, he grabbed her head and began to explode in her mouth, Gary ordering her to swallow it all, Cathy tried to catch it all, but there was to much, with each pump cum slide out her mouth and down her cheek. Slowly he stopped pumping as his orgasm subsided. Leaving his softening cock inside he mouth, she swallowed the salty fluid. Mike slide his cock out of Cathy’s mouth, sitting on the floor he watched Gary pumping her, listening to her moan. He began to stroke him self, getting himself hard so he may have a crack at her, Gary slowed down and with drew, laying on his back, Cathy removed her dress and mounted him. 

She slide his hard cock into her pussy feeling every ridge of it as it slide deep into her hole. She began to rock on his cock, he reached behind her and unfastened her bra, removing it, her tits began to sway with each thrust. Her panties were soak with her pussy juice, which was being forced out of her pussy by Gary’s hard cock. Gary began to massage Cathy’s ass cheeks. He told Mike that she loved to be spanked as she was beilg fuck. Mike walked behind Cathy and with an open hand smacked he ass cheek. Harder Gary commanded. Again Mike smacked her ass, this time Cathy muffled a whimper. Again Gary said, Mike again smack her leaving a bright red mark, each smack made her wetter. Gary reached back and massaged her ass cheeks, mikes cock was rigid again, seeing this, Gary spread Cathy’s ass cheeks, exposing her ass hole. Mike work his way into position and slowly inserted his cock into her ass. Each thrust driving it deeper until it was all the way in. the two men began fucking her, each feeling the others penis through the thin skin that separated her ass from her pussy. Cathy held still, savoring the pleasure and pain she was feeling, Mike reached around and massaged Cathy’s breast as he filled her ass hole with his cock. 

Gary told Mike to withdraw and lay on the floor, he then commanded his pet to reinsert his dick in her ass while facing him. He stood in front of her and put his pussy soaked cock deep into her mouth, she grabbed his hips and pulled him towards her, driving his cock deep into her mouth. Nearing orgasm he grasped her head and fucked her mouth, as he cam his cum flowed out her mouth and nose, dripping down her chin onto her breast.

Gary told Mike to cum on her face for him, he withdrew his cock from her ass, and having her kneel in front of him, licking his balls and began to jerk off. Persuading his balls to summon more cum, suddenly he felt the urge, Gary grabbed Cathy’s head from behind, and holding her held still, Mike shot his load all over her face and mouth. As his climax subsided he wiped his cock on her cum soaked face and then inserted it into her mouth.

He withdrew his cock and after getting dressed thanked his host for a wonderful evening. Telling her that he would definitely take the house and he would stop by in the morning to fill out the paper work. Letting himself out he smiled pleased with his decision.



House Hunting



"Isn't this beautiful?" asked Tom. "The winding driveway gives you the privacy you are looking for. The house sits on the north edge of a 25-acre lot, 20 acres of which is heavily wooded. There's a full sized in ground pool and Jacuzzi in the back and a lap pool and sauna the basement. There is also a trail winding its way through the woods. It begins over there and ends over here, and it's about a mile long so it's a nice hike. So, where would you like to go first?" he asked his client.

"Let's start with the house. Then if I like what I see, we'll tour the rest of the grounds." Tina said as she started to get out of the car.

"Oh, wait. Let me get your door for you." Tom offered as he walked around the car. As he opened the door, Tina's purse slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

"Oh shit." she said as she bent to pick it up. When she bent over, her blouse fell open slightly and Tom couldn't help noticing that she wasn't wearing a bra. As she stood up and smoothed her skirt, Tom could see her nipples at the fabric of her blouse.


"Well, shall we?" he asked as he motioned toward the house. As he unlocked the front door he said, "The house has three bedrooms, each with its own bath, as well as a common bath on each floor. Straight ahead from the entryway is the kitchen. To the right of the entryway we have the family/entertainment room with bar. The door at the back of the family room leads to the laundry room complete with industrial sized washer and dryer. To the left of the entryway is the den." 

Tina had been behind him most of the time and when he turned around to lead her from the entryway into the kitchen, he caught her in the act of unbuttoning the third button of her blouse and billowing it. He blushed.

"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Tina asked.

"Uh...let me check the thermostat. It's right over here at the bottom of the stairs. Well it's set at 70 degrees. I'll turn it down to 65 for you. The central air in this place is both strong and efficient."

"Thank you." she said, continuing to puff her blouse out again and again. Soon her fully erect nipples were holding the fabric off her breasts. Tom's cock began to stir.

"You're welcome. Now straight through here we have the kitchen, complete with dishwasher, restaurant sized refrigerator, two microwaves, top-of-the-line oven, a breakfast nook over there, an island in the middle for food preparation, and loads of cabinet space." he said as they entered the kitchen. 

Tina went to the oven and bent over to look inside. Once again her blouse was opened by the weight of her breasts. Tom's cock was now straining the fabric of his trousers. Tina noticed this as she stood up from the oven. 

Tom quickly continued, "The door to the left of the kitchen leads to the bathroom. The sliding doors lead out to the patio. The pool is down the steps to the left, the Jacuzzi is right next to the pool. That little building to the right is a smokehouse. OK, I think that's it for the ground floor. Shall we go up or down next?" he asked. Tina walked over to him.

"Personally I prefer to go down, " she said, looking him in the eye as she squeezed his raging hard cock through his trousers, "but I want to see the bedrooms." she finished as she turned and strode away. "They're up these stairs, right?" she asked.

"Oh...uh, yeah!" Tom stammered as he hurried to join her at the stairs. 

She started up the stairs ahead of him and he stared at her slowly swiveling hips and ass all the way up. She waited patiently at the top of the stairs, smirking.

"To the right are the guestrooms. The master suite is down there to the left. Off the master suite is a deck that over looks the pool and backyard, complete with a private Jacuzzi." he said as he led her to the master bedroom suite.

"Show me." she said, with a sensually devious look on her face.

"It's just through these doors. " he said as he led her to the French doors across the room. He opened them and they walked out onto the deck.  "Isn't it a beautiful view?" Tom asked.

Tina looked out over the yard. "Yes it is. Can anyone see you up here from the pool or patio? I sunbathe quite a bit , in the nude, and I'd hate to be giving someone a free show, at least not without knowing." she said as she winked at him. 

"I believe you'd be safe from view from below if you were to lie on a towel or blanket on the deck itself. However if you were to lie on the bench then yes, you'd visible from the pool." Tom answered, thoughtfully looking out over the pool.

Tina walked over to the Jacuzzi and turned on the jets. "Oh how nice! It even has underwater lighting for those romantic evening encounters in the open air." she said as she began opening the rest of the buttons on her blouse, her back to him. Then as she pulled the blouse out of her skirt, she turned to face him. "Wanna try it out?" she asked sensually. She paused to let him look her over. The blouse hung open in the front, revealing an athletic abdomen while continuing to hide her ample breasts from his eyes. She strode over to him.

"I...I...I really don't think we should do...this." he managed to stammer as she began to untie his tie and opened his shirt. "I have an appointment across town in an hour." he finished more sternly, firmly taking her hands in his.

Shelia leaned against him, pressing her breasts against his hands and chest. "Oh come now, Tom. I've noticed the way you've been watching me all day long at every house you've shown me. This is the last house I'm looking at today." she turned away from him and strode over to the Jacuzzi. "It's also the last chance you'll ever have to get your hands on these." she said as she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders.  She cupped her breasts in her hands as the blouse fell to the deck. "So what's it going to be, Tom? Are you going to just stand there and look at these wonderful tits of mine, or are you going to make the sale?" she asked, rubbing her nipples so they stood up, closing her eyes and sighing in response to the sensations.

"Oh I'm going to make the sale, alright!" Tom said. He took off his shirt and tie, then stepped over to her and took her in his arms, kissing her deeply as his hands found the zipper on her skirt and unzipped it. Her hands went to work on his belt and trousers, trying to free his cock. She knelt in front of him as it sprang free. She tugged his trousers to his ankles then stroked his cock a few times before taking it all into her mouth. She sucked it all the way in again and again, playing with his balls with one hand as she did. Tom groaned as he wound his fingers through her hair.

"Mmm. Did anyone ever tell you that your cock tastes as good as it looks?" Tina asked, licking her lips as she looked up at him.

Tom laughed before replying, "Yeah, my wife told me once or twice." he said, as he pulled her face up to his and their lips met passionately. He pushed his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down past her hips, to the deck. He put his hands on her hips to pull her closer to him and discovered she had no panties on. "Do you always go freestyle or is this a special occasion?" he asked, smiling at the gorgeous woman standing nude in front of him with her hands on his cock. She led him by the cock to the Jacuzzi.

"Free is the way to be baby. There's nothing like a cool breeze up my skirt and across my gleaming wet pussy to give me a thrill." she said, laughing. She sat up on the edge of the Jacuzzi, facing Tom. He kissed her gently on the lips and slowly worked his way down her body, pausing at her breasts.

"Did anyone ever tell you your breasts taste as good as they look?" he asked between licks. He went back to sucking and occasionally nibbling on her nipples.

She chuckled, "Yeah, my husband has told me that once or twice." She took his head in her hands and guided him lower. "Keep going, lover. It gets better." she said as he kissed his way back and forth across her belly. When he reached her pussy, he was pleased by the fact that it was smooth shaven.

"Oh I like this." he said as he licked at her pussy lips. "Mmm, smooth as a baby's butt, just as soft too." he licked the light triangle of skin where her pubes once were. She sighed as his tongue traveled across he clit, which was poking out from below her lips.

She abruptly stepped away from him. Taking his hand in hers, she moved to the other side of the Jacuzzi. "I want some serious tongue. Come here, ya stud." she purred as she pulled him with her. She sat up on the edge of the tub and leaned back against the house, spreading her legs wide and opening her pussy for the world to see.

Tom settled into the water in front of her, his face level with her now glistening pussy. He grasped each of her pussy lips and pulled them wide, opening her pussy. He could see her juices pooling in the folds of her pussy, running over the edge and down across her ass. He stuck a finger in her pussy and worked it around, gently stroking her g-spot.

"Mmm, oh god you are so good at that. I want some tongue." she moaned, guiding his face to her pussy and clit.

"Be patient, Tina. I promise it will be worth the wait." Tom said as he continued to work his finger back and forth across her g spot. He then leaned back and started to lick and nibble on the back of her knee, slowly working his way down her leg until he was an inch from her clit, which was standing tall and hard, poking out of its confines as if reaching for his tongue. Then he switched to her other leg. 

Tina moaned in frustration. She began to play with her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her own nipples until they, too, stood tall and hard. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter the longer Tom worked his finger around. Then he inserted a second finger and proceeded to probe deeper and deeper into Tina's hot, wet pussy. The sound of her pussy squeezing his fingers being made audible by the abundance of juice in her pussy. 

Tom returned his attention to her pussy. He licked down one lip then up the other and back down again. Moving his tongue in circles around her pussy, avoiding her clit. Soon Tina's face grew flushed and her breathing quickened. He took this as a sign that she was going to cum. He latched onto her clit with his teeth and flicked at it relentlessly with his tongue. Tina's quick breathing turned to quick moaning, her hips began to buck against his fingers. He could feel her pussy clenching his fingers. As her moans increased in volume, he took her clit back into his mouth and hummed lightly, like a vibrator.

Tina screamed and her legs clamped around Tom's head like a vise. She thrust her pussy at his face again and again, thrusting his fingers as deep as they'd go. The orgasm went on like that for minutes. Eventually Tina came back to Earth and slumped limply back against the house. Tom just smiled and sat back into a seat, enjoying a jet against his back. Soon, Tina's breathing returned to normal and she sat up from the house and settled down into the seat next to Tom. 

"That was incredible. Easily the best orgasm I've had in a long time, and trust me, my husband knows how to get his woman off good. You two need to get together so you can teach him to do whatever you just did to me." Tina said a she snuggled up to Tom.


Tom put one arm around her as she snuggled. Playing with her breast, he said, "I don't think your husband would like the idea of his incredibly sexual wife knowing another guy can teach him something. " they both chuckled at the comment. Then Tina turned toward him and began nibbling and sucking on Tom's ear and neck. Tom sighed as she reached down and began stroking his cock. It didn't take long before Tom was rock hard and standing tall again under Tina's talented touch. Her strokes gained in tempo. 

"Now, let's see what I can do for you." she said as she settled onto her knees in front of him, watching her hand on his cock under the water. She stroked him hard a few times as she took a deep breath, then disappeared under the water. Tom gasped as her mouth replaced her hand and she slid her hands under his ass and squeezed it hard, sinking her nails into his cheeks. 

Tom raised his ass out of the water and sat back on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Tina let his cock out of her mouth long enough to take a breath and get her hair out of her way. She played with his balls with one hand and squeezed his ass again with the other as she sucked his cock down her throat again and again. Occasionally she'd stop at the top and nibble on the head while she pumped his cock vigorously in her hand, then abruptly take him all the way into her throat again, humming on every down stroke. It didn't take much of this to make Tom explode into her mouth. She stopped bobbing up and down and proceeded to suck the cum out of his cock like a straw as she milked it with her hand. Only after she'd sucked him soft did she relinquish her grip on his cock and settle back into the water, relaxing in a seat against a water jet. Tom moved to join her.

"Hold on there, lover boy. You said you had an appointment across town to go to. You'd better get cleaned up and go." she said as she rose up off her seat and leaned against the same side of the tub Tom was sitting on.

Tom pouted as he climbed out of the tub and gathered up his clothes. He went into the house and came back out with two towels. As he turned the corner on the deck, he watched Tina moving in the Jacuzzi. She had one hand on the edge and one hand in front of her pussy. He knew by the look on her face what she was doing but he asked anyway.

"What are you doing? Are you alright?" he asked as he dried himself off and got dressed.

"Oh...I'm...just...ah!...fine. I found a new...oh yeah...toy in here." Tina said.

Now fully dressed, Tom strode over to the Jacuzzi to see what she was talking about. He just chuckled as he watched Tina ride the turbulence from one of the jets. He reached over and tweaked her nipples, hard.

"Oh...my...god!" Tina screamed for the second time in half an hour. He let go of her nipples, leaving red pinch marks behind, as she slumped back into the seat across from the jet she'd just fucked herself with. When she regained her senses, she said, "You'd better go! You're going to be late." She stood up, not without great effort, and took the towel he offered her as she stepped out of the Jacuzzi.

"What about you? Don't you want a ride to your car?" he asked.

"No. After a session like that, it'll be a while before I'm ready to go anywhere. I'll just have a friend give me a ride. What time do you plan on getting off work tonight?" she asked.

"My last appointment is at 6:30 so I should be done by 7:00. Why?" he asked, noticing the gleam in her eye.

"I will be waiting for you in your office at 7:00, to finish what we started here. So don't be late." she said, grabbing his cock as she walked past him into the master suite.

"Just like that, huh? To hell with your husband?" he said.

Tina stepped out of the bathroom and he could hear the shower running. She stood in the bathroom doorway, playing with her pussy, and said, "Oh no, not hell. I intend to take him to heaven. I intend to fuck him like he's never been fucked before."  Then she turned and firmly shut the door in Tom's face.

He just grinned. 

"Damn! I have to come home for lunch more often!"

The End.....(for now)



House Hunting



I'd been searching for over a year to find the perfect house for me. Having gone to numerous estate agents in search of the perfect property I became desperate and began driving around areas, knocking on doors of houses I felt may have been suitable for my needs. I needed a house somewhere out of the way, where I wouldn't be disturbed with my painting. 

I am a relatively successful painter and needed somewhere quiet to continue with my work. Eventually I came across a dirt track out in the Cheshire countryside and at the end of it I could see a large old house, looking weary with age. Being the person I am I decided to go and knock on the door. I parked the car and walked up the dirt track for about 200 metres. Knocking on the door I looked around the outside of the property. It was definitely in need of work to it. There was ivy growing up all the walls, slates were loose on the roof and the garden was overgrown and in a state of disrepair. I tried the door again but got no reply. I decided to have a walk around the back of the house to see if there was anybody out back and also to have a look at the rear of the property.

I walked around the back and called out "anybody here," I shouted. There was no reply. I took the opportunity to have a good look around the back. Much like the front it was in need of tender loving care. As I was looking around I got the impression that I was being watched; the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt a chill down my spine. The air suddenly went chilly but the sun was out and not a cloud in the sky.

"Can I help you?" a woman's voice said behind me. I turned around and unconsciously took a step back. Standing before me was a stunningly beautiful woman. She was around 5'10 tall with long dark hair which was falling over her shoulders. Her eyes were an incredibly piercing blue and she was wearing a knee length skirt and a white blouse. It was obvious to me that she had no bra on as I could see the outline of her breasts as the sun shone through the top. She was smiling at me.

"Sorry I didn't mean to be nosey I am just looking for a house to buy and I was wondering whether the owner would be interested in selling this one?" I said, "Is this house yours?" I asked.

"No it belonged to my great grandfather who just died. I came to check the place out myself before it gets sold." She replied smiling at me. "Would you like to see inside whilst you are here?" she asked.

"If it's not too much trouble I would appreciate it yes," I said.

"Come this way then," she said.

I followed her back to the front of the house. I couldn't help looking at her as she walked in front of me. Her body shape was perfect and her arse looked so divine in the skirt. She opened the door and went in with me closely behind. My jaw nearly dropped open wide as I took in the scene. The interior of the house was immaculate there was not an item of furniture out of place, everything even down to the ornaments on the huge fire surround looked like they belonged there. 

"Wow," I said.

"Quite a contrast from the outside," she said. "My great grandfather kept it like that outside not to attract attention to the property; he was a very private man."

"It's an incredible house," I said, "when will it be going up for sale?"

"Well that all depends on you I guess," she said.

"Me?" I asked puzzled.

"Yes if you want the house we can come to some agreement over its sale to you," she said. "My name's Helen by the way," she said holding out her hand.

"Oh right, my name is Christian," I said taking her hand. She held onto it a little longer than I expected.

Just then the door opened and in walked another woman. I was gob smacked. She was just as stunning as the first woman, almost identical in fact except she wasn't as tall.

"Who's this?" she asked.

"He's come to look at the house to buy," said Helen.

"Oh okay. I'm going to have a shower will you give me ten minutes?" she asked.

"That's my sister Trudy, she's been staying here." Helen replied. Turning to me she said, "I'll take you upstairs to see it shortly."

We continued with small talk about the house, her family, her ancestors and other simple things.

"Okay let's go," she said. Standing up she walked towards the stairs. I hesitated, thinking whether her sister had finished in the shower. "I won't bite," she said laughing. So I followed her. As we got to the top of the stairs we turned left and into the first room. It was a neatly decorated bedroom of a decent size. We moved onto the next room, again this was a neatly decorated room. At the far end of the corridor which ran the full length of the upstairs there was another room. Helen opened the door for me,

"In you go, take your time to look around in there it's the master bedroom," she said. I walked in past her and she stepped in behind me. I stood looking around the room. It was wall to wall mirrors and looked so out of place with the rest of the house. I heard the door lock behind me. I turned around,

"We don't want to be disturbed do we?" she said. I looked straight at her, she was smiling at me. Instinctively my eyes dropped to her breasts which were heaving up and down as she breathed. She began to unbutton her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. I stared at her breasts which were just incredible to look at. Her skin was a pale white and her nipples stood out erect. She then began to remove her skirt. As she slid out of it I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. I dropped my gaze to her pussy. It was completely bald. I could feel my cock bulging in my jeans. 

"Why don't you take off those jeans and release it, I can see your cock's dying to get out?" she said.

Now this was really weird. I was in a completely strange house with two stunningly beautiful women one of which had just removed her clothes right in front of me. I have to admit though looking at her body all my apprehensions left me. I took off my clothes and she guided me to the bed; laying me down she took my erect cock in her mouth and began to slowly slide it in and out. I closed my eyes for a short time not believing my luck. When I opened them I saw Trudy, Helen's sister stood next to the bed near my face. She was naked also. I noted that her skin also was pale looking. Without saying anything she climbed onto the bed and lowered her pussy onto my lips. I slid my tongue into her wet crevice. It tasted divine and I greedily ate away at her pussy. My cock was being slowly teased by the mouth around it. Helen was slowly sucking my cock deep into her mouth and then just as slowly letting it out. It was an incredible feeling to have two beautiful women giving themselves to me. I gently nibbled on Trudy's clit, sucking it into my mouth and placing it in between my teeth before applying pressure to it. I could feel the juice from her wet pussy dripping into my mouth. I loved the taste. I am a lover of oral sex especially the taste of a woman's wet pussy so I was in heaven eating away at her. She gripped my hair and pulled my face right into her wet lips as the orgasm made its way throughout her body. She cried out, "oh fuck..Oh fuck...oh fuck..." as she came.

Getting up off the bed she moved towards the bottom and behind her sister Helen who was knelt at the bottom of the bed whilst sucking my cock. Kneeling down behind her she probed her tongue into the lips of Helen's pussy. Helen let out a groan as the tongue probed deep inside of her. My cock was bursting as the excitement of what was happening overcame me. I could feel the cum rising inside me. Sensing the sudden tension in my body, Helen sucked my cock slowly inside her mouth whilst rolling her tongue around it. I could hold on no longer and emptied my hot cum inside her mouth. She swallowed it greedily sucking the last drops out of it. Getting up from my cock she lay down on the bed beside me as her sister went back to licking her pussy. My cock began to grow at the sight of this and I longed to slide it inside them. I saw Trudy staring at my cock as it grew and as if reading my mind she got up and began to lower herself slowly onto my cock. If I thought having my cock sucked was good then the feeling I got as Trudy's pussy slid onto me just blew me away. I had never experienced such a feeling of euphoria before. It was if I was being fucked by and angel. The way she moved up and down on my cock squeezing with each rise and fall was unbelievable. She carried on like this for a couple of minutes before lowing herself right down my shaft and grinding her hips. Again she cried out as came, her hot juice running down my still erect cock.

Trudy got up and Helen took her place only facing away with her back to me. I remembered the mirrors on the walls and looked to my right as she in turn began to ride my cock. I could see her breasts bouncing away as she bobbed up and down. Trudy stood in front of her and shoved her pussy into her face. Helen began to lick away at the lips slowly guiding her tongue inside. The pleasure that I could see on both the women's faces inspired my cock to bulge even bigger. I began to feel a little light-headed as the blood rushed to my cock. I so wanted to empty my cum into either of the women. It must have become apparent that I was nearing completion as Trudy said to Helen,

"You've had his cum, now I want some," at which point she guided her sister off my cock and straddled me. She pumped her hips back and forth, grinding into me as her orgasm built up. Helen lay next to me and began kissing me, slipping her tongue into my mouth; I could taste her sister's juice on it. I gripped Trudy's hips and began to grind her back and forth, forcing my orgasm to the fore. I squeezed her hips and cried out,"Fucking hell...fucking hell...fucking hell..." as my cum emptied into her. She came at the same time as me collapsing onto me on the bed. I slowly began to get my breath back as they both kissed and mumbled things to each other and me.

They both got up off the bed and stood in front of me naked. I looked at their bodies slowly taking in every last curve. They were perfect in every way and it felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. 

"So I take it you'll buy the house then?" Helen asked.

"Do you both come in with the deal?" I asked.

"I'm sure we can arrange something that will suit us all," she said laughing.

She turned to Trudy and kissed her long and hard, taking one of her nipples in her fingers and squeezing it. Trudy responded to the kiss sliding her hand in between Helen's legs. I watched her fingers expertly massage Helen's clit as she responded to her own nipples being played with. Together they came holding each other tight as their bodies shuddered.

"Come back tomorrow and we'll carry this on further," Trudy said to me. I got up my dick hard again, dressed and thanked the two ladies for allowing me to explore them and the house.

Needless to say I returned....!



House Hunting Ch. 01



Linda was fast approaching 40 but never felt her age. Always determined to succeed, she just went back to school to fulfill a lifelong dream. Expecting a cash windfall in the next few months Linda needed to start house hunting since she always wanted to be prepared. She searched the internet to find some local Townhouses and had found a few to look at. She had done her search for months, and had looked before. She still remembers looking at two homes in the Pastoral Mountains complex near home. She had a friend, Paul, who was an agent who took her to view these, so she had an idea what to expect.

The morning she was to view the new Town home complex, she got her children on the bus and cleared her schedule so she could relax before seeing the homes. Jumping in the shower Linda felt the warm water cascading down her body. Feeling the warm water wash over her breasts, she felt at peace with the way life was heading. She started dreaming about the possibility of a new home while soaping up her body. As her hands passed over her breasts, she took a second to hold them and feel their weight. At almost 40 her perky breasts were still sensitive and she loved to caress them. She slowly teased her nipples wondering what the day would bring. Feeling her body respond, she continued washing. As the washcloth ran across her skin, and the soap let her hand glide, she realized it was time to shave. She Stepped away from the spray to put lotion on her legs so the razor would just glide up and down her legs. Linda let the razor take what hair was on her legs off in small 1" strips, from her ankles to her thighs. She rinsed off the remaining lotion and put more around her pussy. 

In the past year she realized how goof it felt to keep her pussy shaved nice and close. Every time she did this, it excited her more. Looking at her pussy with no hair, made her feel sexy. She also felt a little naughty, having her pubis looking so young and fresh. Linda spread the lotion around her pussy and started taking a couple of days growth off, holding her lips to the side as she trimmed along them, wishing someone were there to help so she could relax while being shaved. She finished up, feeling how smooth she was and letting her fingers linger. She stepped back under the spray to rinse completely. As she did this she leaned back slightly to let the water clean off her pussy. She moved her hands back to her pussy and felt a tingle as a stream of water hit her clit, making it ride up. She moved one hand down to her pussy and started daydreaming. Her mind wandered back to the last time she went to look at town homes. Wandering around them, through the homes wondering what took place there. Imagining being taken in the bedroom of a stranger, or leaning against the washing machine while her agent was licking her pussy. She felt her knees go weak, as she rubbed her clit harder and harder, her fantasy taking hold. Once she felt her body shudder, she knew it was time to start getting ready.

After putting on her make-up and perfume, Linda looked in her closet and a little wicked thought crossed her mind. What should she wear, to see if she could get her agent to bite, whether literally or figuratively? She chose a dark red thong, that hugged her pussy nice and tight, and a matching bra that would push her B sized breasts together, and let her nipples be just seen through the lace. Normally very conservative, she figured to go fro broke. It had been about 5 months since she had a good long fuck, and she was still feeling a bit light headed from her shower. She then picked out a new skirt she had bought for fun. When she first tried it on in the store, it was after stopping for a drink, and her inhibitions were a bit down. 

Shorter by far then anything she'd normally wear, she slipped it on and looked at her self in the mirror. "Not to shabby" she thought to her self as the black skirt hugged her ass. She grabbed a Dark Pink silk blouse that looked great with the skirt. Just for the hell of it, she left one more button unbuttoned, to help accentuate her breasts. She looked over her shoulder to see her reflection in the mirror, and bent over to see how far she could go, before looking "slutty." As she bent over she could see her upper thighs and got a tingle as the hint of her thing came into view. She could feel her pussy give her a slight little jolt as her passion started to build again. She quickly thought of the homes she was going to see to get her mind off the feeling her body was giving her.

Linda looked at the clock and realized she was going to be late. She grabbed her purse and keys and headed for her car. Being a little breezy she felt the wind breeze up under her skirt, and give her thong covered pussy a little air. 

She stopped in her tracks thinking "what am I doing," but realized she had no time to change. Getting in her mini-van she couldn't believe how high her skirt slid up her thighs, making her feel even naughtier than she ever felt before in her life. 

She wondered if she should just call and tell Paul that she'd meet him at the home. 

Since the office was on her way, she just drove to his office to meet him. As she pulled in, he was outside walking to his car, so they didn't have to even go inside. Linda felt a little relieved that no one else would see her dressed the way she was, since it was so uncommon for her. She had forgotten where Paul went, until she opened the car door she realized he was standing right there, watching her get out of her car. Her skirt slid almost all the way up to her pussy, and he could feel the heat rising as he watched her thighs. She looked at him and secretly smiled watching his gaze. As Linda got out of her car, she had to straighten her skirt, and noticed Paul watching every move. She greeted him with a quick hug, and swore he held her a little tighter than he normally would.

He walked her to the passenger door of his car and helped her get in. As she swung her feet into the car, she could almost feel his eyes burn into her skin. She could also feel her pussy begin to moisten at the thought of being watched. As they drove to the home, making small talk along the way, Linda couldn't help notice her skirt riding up slightly, and Paul glancing her way. 

Once at the home, they walked up the walkway admiring the landscaping and great look of the neighborhood. Paul knocked on the door, and finding no one at home, took the key from the lockbox, and walked inside. The homeowner had left music playing in the background, and scented candles safely burning, helping to make the home more comfy and desirable. 

Linda liked to walk around the homes alone, finding Paul when she had questions, so he let he begin to wander The way she was looking today, Paul made sure he wasn't too far behind as she began to walk up the stairs. As she reached the top of the stairs, she stood along the railing looking down over the living area. 

Paul was below looking up, and from his vantage point, could look up her skirt with ease. He didn't want her to notice, quickly he looked away. Paul had to adjust his cock as he could feel it getting hard. He always found Linda attractive, and now he might have his chance to see and feel more then he ever did. 

Linda wandered around the upstairs, heading for the Master Bedroom. She moved through the room to the master bath, and just loved the way the big tub was separate from the shower. She stood there imagining the water running down her body, two showerheads bathing her in a nice hot stream. She could feel her nipples tighten up as this fantasy played out in her mind. She could feel her pussy getting slightly wetter as her thoughts kept floating around. 

She walked back into the Master bedroom and stood next to the bed leaning over to feel the sating bedspread. Forgetting what she was wearing, she knew her skirt was riding up her thighs, showing her upper thighs and bottom of the cheeks of her ass. 

Just at that moment Paul walked up to the doorway stopping dead in his tracks. He just stood there taking in the sight before him. Creamy white thighs, highlighted by a short black skirt were in his to behold. 

Linda had no idea he was there, as she lay down on the bed to feel the satin against her face. When she did this, Paul moved quietly forward. As he got closer to Linda, he reached out and slid his hands up the back of her thighs. Linda gasped and gave a slight scream, but he stood between her legs a hand on each thigh, and Linda couldn't move. Her skirt slid up further as he moved closer. 

Paul reached down and slid her skirt up the rest of the way so he could look at her nice tight ass, her thong making it looked even nicer than he could ever imagined. He grabbed each cheek with his hands and squeezed lightly, hearing her moan her approval. He leaned over whispering in her ear, "Lie still while I eat you." Linda felt goose bumps ride on her skin as she heard those words. All she could think about was his tongue touching her pussy and clit. As Linda felt the sating against her face, she took her hands and placed them above her head, spreading out on the bed, face down. Her pussy was against the edge of the bed, her skirt around her waist, and felt her thong being pulled lower. Paul stepped away so he could remove it and let it drop on the floor next to the bed. Paul held Linda's cheeks apart as he looked at her pussy and ass from behind. He could feel his cock get even harder as he leaned in to smell her. 

Linda could feel the warm breath on her pussy as Paul's tongue began to tease her. She raised her ass as much as she could so his tongue could get deeper. Her breasts were pushing against the bed, and she wished she could rip off her top and feel the satin against her nipples. As Linda's mind wandered, she remembered where she was, and a panic raced through her mind. She began to struggle to get out of this situation, when she felt a hand smack on her ass. She felt Paul pull away for a second and tell her to stop moving. She began to argue, but felt that same hand slap her ass again. 

Linda always loved being playfully spanked while she was having, or before sex. It made her feel like a little girl, and have to submit. Her personality was that of someone always in control, and when she was spanked, she had to relinquish that control. Her pussy was flooding as she felt Paul's tongue attack her pussy even harder than before. She was beginning to moan pushing her ass back harder into his tongue. She could feel her orgasm begin as his fingers penetrated her aching, wet pussy. Her convulsions continued for what felt like minutes, but was only about 30 second. 

Paul stood up and admired her ass and legs. Linda turned over, her face flushed and her breath just beginning to come back. As she looked up, she could see Paul opening his pants, releasing his cock to the air. Linda was crazy with lust at this point and lunged forward grasping Paul by the base. She licked the head of his cock as she looked up into his eyes. He tasted so sweet, like syrup was oozing from the head. While she normally didn't really enjoy giving a blow job, she was so horny, and the taste was so good, she licked Paul's cock like it was a lollipop. 

She worked his cock with her hands as well, stroking him, and cradling his balls in her hands. She slipped the tip in her mouth, and sucked, hoping to pull his sweet syrup up from his balls into her mouth. All she could think about was to get more of his syrup in her mouth, and down her throat. While Linda was sucking Paul's cock, she unbuttoned her top so she could cool down a little. She just loved the taste of Paul as she sucked harder in his cock. She let up a second and let his cock slip from her mouth, running her tongue down the side, and then sucking his balls into her mouth. She then realized that he shaved, which made this even more enjoyable. Just at that moment, an image popped into her mind that this cock was made for her ass. 

While Linda loved sex, and receiving oral sex, she loved anal sex when she was as horny as today. The first thing Linda wanted to do, was feel his sweet syrup flow down her throat, then his next orgasm would take a while, so she could feel his cock buried in her ass. 

Linda took Paul's cock back in her mouth without the use of her hands. She had plans for them. One hand was cradling his balls, and the other was fingering her still wet pussy. While she could feel Paul hold her head in place, she picked up the pace of her sucking. 

Quiet most of the time she now heard his words, "come on baby, make me cum." 

That sent Linda into overdrive; she took her fingers out of her pussy and held them up for Paul to suck on. 

Once Paul took a taste of Linda's pussy off her own fingers, he felt his cum begin to rise. He quickly grabbed Linda's hair, and held her in place and his cum filled her mouth. 

Linda just loved the feel of power she had, feeling Paul pump his very sweet tasty load of cum into her mouth. She had to remember to ask Paul what he did to keep his cum so sweet. 

Just as she was cleaning off Paul's cock, she heard a slight cough. Paul spun his head around, as Linda looked past his thighs to see a woman standing in the doorway. Her nipples were visible through her top, and her face was flushed.....to be continued in part 2.



House Hunting Ch. 02



As Paul and Linda both turned to look at the doorway, they weren't sure who was there. Neither of then knew what the homeowner looked like, so they had no clue who was there.. Paul's career could be in serious jeopardy for sure.

Linda blinked and looked hard at the woman in the doorway. She thought she knew her, but then realized that she had seen her in the newspaper. One of the newer and younger Real Estate agents she had seen advertisements for. She quickly pictured the ad, but couldn't quite remember the name. 

As Linda's mind was working in overtime, Paul tried to get dressed, but since Linda still had him in her mouth, she wasn't letting go. She looked past him again while she held him in place, and thought she caught a wink from the mystery woman. 

Finally it clicked, the mystery woman's name was Kris.

Linda grabbed Paul's pants as he scrambled to pull them up, keeping him in place, and not letting him run away. He noticed Kris walking toward them. Still not sure who it was, Paul did notice she had a name tag on so he did figure it was someone in his profession, as opposed to the homeowner. The closer he looked, he now noticed her name.

As Kris was nearing Paul & Linda, she was slowly taking her blouse off, showing the black lace bra that she was wearing. Her breasts bounced slightly as she walked across the floor. Her blouse fell to the floor as she walked over.

Linda could feel Paul's cock begin to respond to the action that was taking place. His cock was getting harder by the second, as Kris closed in. She walked right up to Paul and leaned in for a kiss.

Paul was shocked and excited as he felt Kris begin to kiss him. He could feel her tongue work its way in between his lips, and then felt her tongue swirl with his. Paul's hands grabbed her, pulling her against his chest, feeling the lace of her bra against his shirt. His hands began to move up her back, unclipping her bra along the way. He had her step back a little so he could look at her. 

She was about 5'5 in heels, probably a "C" cup he guessed. Her shoulder length hair was pulled back in a pony tail and her blue eyes showed pure lust at that moment. Paul took her bra and threw it to the ground. He had almost forgotten about Linda until he felt her again suck his cock back into her mouth. Kris quickly dropped to her knees before Paul could even think of what to do, He almost felt like he was in shock.

As Linda took his cock back into her mouth, she felt someone close by. She glanced to her right, and saw Kris dropping to her knees and leaning toward Pauls thighs. While Linda was still sucking on his cock, she could feel Kris licking Paul's thighs and working her way to his balls.

Paul thought he was going to die from excitement. He looked down to see two heads around his cock and balls. He could feel Linda sucking his cock deep down her throat, and now felt kissing and licking around his balls. In a flash, Paul felt his balls being swallowed in Kris's mouth.

Linda was enjoying herself, but starting to feel her leg being to cramp. She pulled her head off Paul's cock, and as she did, she glanced at Kris and leaned in, for a kiss. While Linda had never kissed a woman before, it was on her fantasy list for sure. She felt a little shock as their lips touched. As soon as this happened she almost forgot about Paul. Linda's lips locked with Kris and put her hands along Kris's head. Their tongues dueled, swirling around each others mouths. They shared a deep deep kiss, neither of them wanting to break away. Linda felt a surge of passion course through her as she felt the slender hands of her new partner caress her face.

The women broke apart for a second and stood up. The three of them shared a 3way kiss as Paul shuffled them toward the bed. Paul lay both women down on the bed next to each other. As they turned to face each other, Paul stood by the side of the bed, running his hands up their skirts. He knew Linda was naked under hers, and quickly found that Kris was naked as well. He slid his hands up and touched each woman's pussies, both wet and slippery, his fingers easily sliding in. He could hear both women moan with pleasure, as they continued kissing. Paul slid his fingers out from them and pulled each skirt up so he could see their pussies.

Paul felt them raise their hips letting their skirts slide up further as he stared at both women. They were still kissing and tentatively fondling each others breasts. Paul stood between Linda's legs and began to tease her pussy with the tip of his cock. He began to slide his cock inside Linda, feeling her pussy sucking him in. Kris turned more as she watched Paul begin to fuck Linda.

As Kris watched, she ran her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke herself, Linda felt lips encircle her left nipple and realized Kris was teasing it very well. She felt a surge run through her body as her nipple was being suckled. 

She couldn't believe what was happening. Not long ago she was this prim and proper Mother of 3, and now she felt like a wanton slut, but enjoying every second 

Kris began to change her position, she could see Paul's cock sliding in and out wet and shiny, hard and fast. But she needed more. She leaned over Linda and let her breast brush against Linda's lips. 

Linda quickly flicked her tongue out and caught the nipple as it past over her lips. She sucked hard. While feeling Paul still driving his cock in and out of her wet Pussy. Kris kept moving her body above Linda, while Linda's next fantasy was about to happen. 

Kris sat on Linda's c hest.Linda could feel the heat and wetness of Kris' pussy on her chest as Kris slid up further. Her pussy sliging across Linda's hard nipple. Kris could feel the nipple tease her clit, and stopped moving forward, just savoring the feeling. 

Linda grabbed the Kris' ass and pulled her closer to her face so she could taste her. Her lust was controlling her actions, and the anticipation was commanding her to pull at Kris harder.

As Paul continued to fuck Linda, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Kris was sliding up further, resting her pussy on Linda's mouth. He could hear Kris sigh as Linda's tongue made contact. 

While Paul continued his thrusting inside Linda, he reached forward and took her nipples in his fingers, pulling them and twisting them slightly. Each time he twisted Linda's nipple, he could feel her pussy squeeze his cock ,raising her hips off of the bed with his thrusts. 

Kris kept her pussy on Linda's tongue, and began helping herself by playing with her clit while Linda's tongue drove inside her pussy. Kris opened her lips so Linda could tease her clit. Kris could feel Linda's tongue time the thrusts she was receiving.

The sounds in the room were of sheer sex, moans from each of the three participants. The slapping on skin on skin, the sound of the bed moving as well, all added to the climaxes that were imminent.

Paul could feel the pressure building as he continued his thrusting into Linda, as he neared his climax he grabbed Linda's thighs and pulled in tight. He could feel the muscles in Linda's pussy clench tighter as her orgasm took hold.

Linda felt Kris rocking harder on her tongue, and felt a pressure in her belly as she was ready to climax around Paul's cock.

The crescendo built to the top as all three of the group orgasmed in succession. Paul's cum pumping into Linda, as her pussy milked his cock and her body shuddered. As she did this, she sucked harder on Kris' clit as she felt Kris slump over in a heap.

Paul slowly withdrew and had to pinch himself to be sure that what just took place actually did. He surveyed the room. Clothes tossed all over the place, and two women lying exhausted on the bed. Paul heard a noise outside. Quickly looking out the window, he saw a car pulling into the drive. 

The scramble then began...stay tuned.



House Hunting Ch. 02



After a week or so the plan to escalate our little adventures is in place. The day arrives and we get ready to head out. I am in the car waiting as you saunter down the driveway. I look up and see you stop just in front of the car. You are wearing another little sundress that you bought at Marshall's just for this very occasion. I wonder what you are waiting for as you stand there and glance to your left and then your right. You see no one around and look back towards me with a wicked grin on your pretty little face. Suddenly you grab the hem of your dress with both hands and quickly lift the bottom up over your belly button. 

"Shit!" I gasp at the incredible sight.

You are standing there, holding your dress up, sans underwear and your pussy is completely shaven clean. You lower your dress and prance to the car. You quickly open the door and slide into the passenger seat.

"Jeeze babe! That was hot!" I say.

"Oh, it is going to get a lot hotter my love," you respond.

I start the engine and we are off to the open house. I made a list of a few so that we had options is need be. The first stop is swamped with cars. I look at you and you simply wrinkle your nose and shake your head no. I pull away from the curb and drive on to the next house. Our luck is just terrible as every house we pull up to is packed with eager buyers and drooling sales agents. Just before we give up I mention that there is one house left but it is a little further away. 

"I don't care how far it is. I am fucking horny and I need to get fucked!" you groan.

I drive the 30 minutes to the home. All the way there I am gently caressing your cool skin that is showing past the hem line of your dress. You begin to rub your inner thighs through the material of your thin dress. I glance over and see your nipples are very hard at this point. I slide my hand up your leg and replace your hands. You take the opportunity to slide your hands up your body and start massaging your breasts. Your breasts fit perfect in the palms of your hands. You knead your tender flesh as I start to slide my hand under your dress and back up your thigh. You catch my hand stopping me.

"No no no, love. Not until we get there can you have any of that." You chastise me.

"Come on babe, just a little pregame fun," I plead.

You simply shake your head no and clamp your thighs shut tight. We finally arrive at the home and there is only one other car there. It must be the agent's. This sucks I think because now he will be following us around trying to sell us this dump. You see the defeated look on my face.

You say, "No worries babe. You are getting fucked in this home come hell or high water!"

I pull into the driveway and turn the engine off. We get out and approach the home. Just as we are about to grab the door knob, the door swings open. The agent is standing there with a startled look on his face.

"I'm sorry," he says, "I was just about to run out for some lunch. Let me show you around."

You quickly respond, "That's ok, we can walk around ourselves while you grab something."

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Yep, we will be here waiting" you giggle.

He smiles and makes his way to this car as we close the door and stand there stupidly. We listen and hear the car start and then pull away from the house. You turn on my like a possessed woman and cram your tongue down my throat in the most intense kiss we ever shared. Your hands are roaming all over my body as you try to suck my tongue out of my mouth. You break the kiss and we both gasp for air. Rubbing my erect cock through my jeans, you start to lead me to the back bedroom.

"Come on babe, lets get busy before Waldo returns" you say.

You stand in the corner of the room striking some sexy poses while I take some quick pictures. Soon you are lifting your dress over your head giving me some great material to shoot. Once you are naked you turn around and assume the position against the wall: you hands are placed against the wall with your legs moved back and spread. You look over your shoulder at me.

"I think its time you searched my cavities with your nightstick, officer" you coo.

I set the camera down and move close to you. I run my hands up the backs of your legs which sends shivers throughout your body. You moan gently and spread your legs even further apart. I kneel behind you and my face is in perfect alignment with your pussy. I marvel at how puffy, red, and wet your pussy is. I move close and you can feel my hot breath on your sensitive lips. I stick my tongue out and run it up the length of your slit and over your tight asshole.

"UGH!" you gasp. You ask me, "Babe, lick my asshole, please."

I look at your tight brown eye and without hesitation I lap it with my tongue. You begin to groan and squirm as I give your asshole a tongue bath. While I attend to your back door, you slide one hand off the wall and onto your swollen clit. You rub your clit quickly rushing to a powerful orgasm.

"Mmm babe stop" you growl, "I want your thick cock in me now. Fuck me hard babe. Fuck my pussy until I explode!"

I stand and almost instantaneously my pants are on the floor and my 7" dick is standing erect and wet. I grab my shaft at the base and slither my beefy dickhead up and down your steaming pussy. You groan your impatience as I slam my dick all the way into your pussy.

"AHHHHHHH!" you exclaim as you burst into a soaking wet orgasm.

Your hot juice runs down my shaft and over my balls dripping to the floor. I am pounding your tight box from behind, my hips slapping loudly against your ass. Our sighs of passion filling the room, when all of a sudden we hear-click. I stop fucking you with my cock buried deep within your womb and we both look over our shoulders to see the realtor standing there holding the camera up to his eye. You lick your lips.

"If you take a few pics for us, I will give you a special treat" you say to the agent.

He just smiles and starts shooting. I resume my fucking of you now with the agent circling us, taking shots from different angles. Soon the sights and sounds are too much for him to focus and he puts down the camera and takes out his cock. He stands next to us stroking his member, letting both of us watch as he watches us. My thrusting starts to come in shorter harder strokes. You know I am close to cumming now. You feel the shaft and head of my cock swell. Quickly you push me away and kneel right in front of me.

"Both of you, cum on me NOW!" you scream, "I want you to shoot your hot cum all over me NOW!!"

The agent moves to stand just to the side of me. We are both furiously stroking our stiff members. You use each of your hands to cup our balls. The light massaging of his balls is to much for him as he starts to cum.

"UGGHHHH, AHHHH!" he groans, as his cum spurts out of his dick. 

His hot seed splatters across your tits. You then turn your attention to me. With your free hand you begin to rub in his seed into your skin. Then in a surprise move you let go of my balls and slide your hand between my legs. You sternly slide your middle finger in my ass, burying it deep.

"OH MY FUUUUUCKIN' GAAAAAAWD!!" I cry out.

As you pump my ass with you finger, my cum explodes from my dick. Stream after thick stream splatters across your face. Every time you push your finger in you are rewarded with another volley of my cum. Four spurts, 5 spurts, 6 spurts; the cums keeps flowing from my cock. Finally you withdraw your finger from my ass and my cum starts to dribble from my cock. Your face and tits are covered in my man juice. The agent takes one last picture before getting himself together. He quietly leaves the room. We are both breathing hard from the recent activities. I kneel down in front of you and we share a deep long romantic kiss. I can taste my own seed as we kiss but I don't care because I love you so much. I take my shirt of and wipe your face and tits. You put your dress back on as I zip up my pants. As we walk out all the agent can do is smile. Back in the car, I start the engine.

You look at me with a deeply satisfied look and say, "Babe, I love you so much. What are we doing next week?" 



House Hunting Ch. 03



House Hunting Ch.3 

As the trio quickly dressed, they all were panic stricken, yet were all glancing at each other with a certain giddy laughter. They felt like they all almost got caught, but couldn't deny how much fun they had. As they quickly scanned the room and straightened the bed, they were glad the homeowner had some candles burning as they made it nice for the showing.

Kris quickly dressed and descended the stairs, making her way out of the house before the homeowner had a chance to really see who it was. Kris was just glad to have gotten out and in her car, where she took a deep breath and sigh of relief. As she sat in her car, she couldn't believe what just took place. While she always had an active sex life, she had never participated in a 3some before. Her college days gave her a few opportunities, but she always chickened out. She would fantasize about other women from time to time, but never acted on her feelings. Her career then took over, and she concentrated her efforts on becoming a top Real Estate salesperson in her hometown. Over the course of the past few years, she has had her share of relationships but none that lasted more than a few months. The variety was just what she craved, at this point in her life. But today, that variety was the greatest experience she had, and her mind was rushing with thoughts of how she could repeat this. While sitting in her car, Kris glanced in the mirror checking her makeup. At that very moment, she noticed she was wearing two different earrings . She must have grabbed the wrong one in the haste to get dressed.

Paul and Linda kept strolling around upstairs, making it seem like they were still inspecting the house, as the homeowner came into their house. Descending the stairs, they met the owner, and went through the introductions. While Paul had met her before, Linda couldn't look her in the eyes, knowing she just had sex on her bed. Linda was almost blushing and made an excuse to look at another part of the house while Paul and the homeowner chatted about the house. Linda made her way to the living room away from everyone and caught her breath. She called over to Paul that she'd meet him outside. On her way to the door, she noticed Kris' business card and slid it into her purse.

Paul was trying to stay as calm as possible as he kept talking to Carla, the homeowner. He wanted to leave before Carla noticed his flushed face, or even possibly could smell the pussy juice that had covered his face not 5 minutes earlier. Paul quickly said his goodbye and headed out the door.

Upon reaching his car, Paul saw the smirk on Linda's face and they both started laughing as they finally had a chance to breathe. As Paul looked at Linda, he knew something was wrong. She looked at him with a questioning look, as he told her that she was missing an earring.

Linda's stomach lurched at the thought that her earring was somewhere in Carla's house, and what might happen to Paul, if the homeowner reported him to his company. She discussed with Paul what could be done, and they both thought it would be better to just let it go, and see what happens.

As they got nearer to Paul's office, Linda made sure she was presentable, in case there were other people in the parking lot. Pulling into the space next to her car, Linda noticed there were very few cars around. She thanked Paul for "showing" her the house, but he wasn't letting her go that fast. As she turned to say goodbye, Paul was there with a kiss, and not just a peck. Linda was caught slightly off guard, but certainly welcomed the kiss. She was still feeling the effects of her orgasms, and the kiss got everything slowing all over again. While her tongue was dueling with Paul's, she slowly began to rub her legs together to get some friction going. Another two minutes and she wouldn't be able to control herself. She quickly pulled away from Paul, apologized, and thanked him for a great day, and that she would be calling him soon.

Linda quickly jumped out of Paul's car and got in hers, started it up and headed home. Her mind was swirling from everything that just took place. She remembered the business card in her purse, and a shiver ran down her spine. She was glad she only had a mile or so to go to get home, as she was still excited, and felt that she had to take care of things. 

Upon entering her house, Linda quickly headed for the bathroom and started the Jacuzzi filling it with how water, and some bubbles. She quickly disrobed. Looking at herself in the mirror, she now looked at herself in a different light. She noticed a few marks on her breasts and a few red spots where she pictured hands and mouths that were there minutes earlier. She eased herself into the tub, feeling the warm water sooth her muscles. Her mind wandering as the jets started the water swirling. Her mind and hands began to wander. Cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, remembering how Paul had been eating her from behind. She maneuvered her body so her pussy was lined up with one of the jets and Linda now just had to keep it in line to feel the water rush over her clit. She almost felt that it was a non-stop orgasm as the water jet kept steady pressure on her clit. She had to let her fingers slip inside her to give her even more stimulation than the jet was providing. Her orgasm building and building, until the climax hit her and the feeling of release washed over her. She now felt alive, after a day of firsts, trying to figure out what is going to come next.

Kris had gotten herself home and now had a chance to relax. She was relieved that she got to sneak out of the house as fast as she had. She really enjoyed herself earlier, but now thought about what could have happened. Her cell phone rang brining her out of her dreamy state. Answering the phone, Kris wouldn't make out the voice until she heard the words "did you lose an earring?". Kris asked who this was, and the voice replied, "Carla, whose home you were at". Kris had a quick panic attack, wondering how she was going to get out of this one.

Kris had made plans to meet with Carla to get her earring back, and tried to come up with some story that would sound plausible. When she rang the bell, Carla answered quickly, and with a big smile welcomed Kris into her home. Kris was taken aback at first, but as the conversation continued, she was quite at ease.

Carla tried to put Kris at ease, before she brought the truth forward. She brought Kris into the kitchen and fixed some coffee and tea. While Carla and Kris got to know each other, Kris was becoming more and more relaxed. As they chatted, the conversation came around to the earring. Kris was almost blushing knowing full well what took place. Carla was asking Kris all sorts of questions about the earring and the like. Kris was now becoming a bit more nervous. Carla asked Kris to follow her upstairs a minute as she wanted to show how she had re-arranged something upstairs. 

As the duo climbed the stairs Carla told Kris to go look in the room, as she would be right along. As Kris entered the room, she got the biggest surprise of her life. On the big screen TV in the bedroom, Kris was watching her afternoon at the house play out on screen. She was frozen in her tracks, and was suddenly jolted from her trance when she felt a warm breath on her neck. Kris didn't know what to do. She could hear Carla whispering to her.

Carla began to tell Kris about the cameras that she had put in since she had a couple of times stolen in the past. She told Kris that when she found the earring, she backed the tape up to see who might have lost it. Carla had gotten so excited when she watched the tape, she had to lie on that exact same bed, and masturbate to many orgasms. Carla then began her seduction of Kris. 

Carla kept whispering to Kris that everything was going to be ok, she kissed along Kris' neck, feeling Kris shiver. She reached around and began to unbutton Kris' top. As Carla was a little taller than Kris, she felt a power come over her. A dominating feeling, and was going to have Kris be her slave, at least for the afternoon. 

Kris was about 5'6" tall and 120 lbs. Slim and fit, working out a couple of times a week. She was proud of her body, but not sure of how she felt about being stripped by Carla. She felt Carla's hands slip her top off, and begin to unclasp her bra. Her pert B cup breasts stayed in place as her bra was removed. Carla took Kris's arms and raised them over her hear, and told her to stay that way.

Carla took a step back and admired Kris. She then took a step closer and began to unzip Kris's skirt, letting it fall to the floor, amazed at Kris' figure. Kris had left without panties, and Carla's breath gasped as this fact came into view. She couldn't help herself as she crouched down and kissed Kris' ass cheeks. Licking one side, and then the other, Carla's tongue just teased the skin. She saw the goose bumps form on each globe.

Carla pulled herself from Kris, and slowly walked around her. Kris couldn't open her eyes. She was embarrassed yet fully aroused her nipples hard and her pussy swollen with desire. Carla stood and stared for a minute. Carla then quietly told Kris to open her eyes. They looked at each other for what seemed like hours, yet was only about 20 seconds.

Carla told Kris to undress her. Kris timidly walked to Carla and started unbuttoning her blouse. Carla was a bit taller yet was still quite slim, with larger breasts than her own. She was mesmerized at Carla's beauty, and wanted to show her how good she could be, hoping that this would make Carla forget about the whole earring thing.

Kris began to kiss Carla's exposed skin, dropping the blouse to the floor. She kissed down between her breasts, along her belly, teasing her belly button on the way. Kris could feel Carla's hands on her shoulders, giving her some slight pressure to move downward. Kris unsnapped, then unzipped Carla's slacks, slipping them down her legs. She was delighted to see Carla had gone commando and her smooth naked pussy lay In front of her. Kris leaned in and smelled Carla's arousal. She then teases her, running her tongue down along Carla's legs. 

As they were a couple of feet from the bed, Kris slightly pushed Carla back toward the bed. When Carla felt the bed at the back of her legs, she sat down, reclining back on her elbows, jut looking at Kris, admiring the gentleness she saw.

Kris kept kissing and lightly licking Carla's legs. Sliding her tongue up one leg, and down the other she continued to tease Carla. When she reached Carla's foot, she began massaging it, putting pressure on her pressure points, making sure she wasn't tickling her. She noticed how nicely her nails were painted, and had the urge to take her toes in hers mouth. Kris began to suck one toe at a time, hearing Carla sigh and moan slightly.

Carla lie back enjoying the treatment she was being given. As Kris sucked on her toes, she couldn't figure out why she never let this happen before. The waves of lust continued to grow, as she lie back completely. She could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter, as her hands traveled down her own body. Teasing her nipples, and running her hands down along her torso. When she reached her pussy, she was amazed at how wet and aroused she was. Her lips were swollen and her clit was hard as she ever felt it.

Kris glanced up to watch Carla's hands travel down her body. She would see her nipples standing erect. She helped Carla move her legs further apart, and saw Carla's pussy open like a flower. She noticed how swollen her lips were, just begging to be sucked on. While Kris watched Carla begin to finger herself. She doubled her efforts on her toes. Sucking on her big toe as if it were a small cock, Kris began to give her toe a "blow-job". In and out the toe went in Kris' mouth, and Carla was sliding fingers into her wet pussy faster and faster. Just when Kris thought Carla was going to cum, she stopped sucking and quickly moved to cover Carla's pussy with her mouth, thrusting her tongue deep inside the bare ripe pussy before her. Licking and sucking for all she was worth, Kris attacked Carla's pussy like it was her final dessert, sweet and tasty.

Carla couldn't believe how good her body felt. First her toes, now her pussy was under Kris' tongue. Feeling her tongue sliding inside her, and feeling fingers reaching deep inside to stimulate the walls of her pussy made her scream with delight. But she still wanted more stimulation. As that thought was passing through her, she felt one of Kris' fingers begin to play with her asshole. She felt a wetness, and realized her juice was lubricating her ass nice and good. Kris slowly slipped one finger just inside the rim of her ass, and quickly slid it out. Carla screamed as this happened, and Kris then knew she was hers.

While Kris' tongue was attacking Carla's pussy, and now her finger was penetrating Carla's ass, Carla was raising her hips of the bed more and more. Kris had all she would do to contain Carla's thrashing about. She slid her finger deep into Carla's ass, her other hand now holding Carla's pussy open, and her lips sucking Carla's clit. She then heard Carla Scream out "Don't stop licking me, and fucking me, I'm cumming". 

In that instant, Carla's body tensed up, and more juice flowed from her pussy as her orgasm overtook her. Kris now had her mouth completely covering Carla's pussy as she felt the ripples flow through her body. She couldn't wait to cum herself, and hoped this was going to continue.



House Hunting Ch. 2



Readers comments are greatly appreciated.

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Gingerly, Layla Blake crept up those last twisting steps to the dark, secluded deck. Layla slowly moved closer to the indistinct mumbling which came from inside the French doors. Each agonizing step forward, all Layla could think about was how she would break the news to her father of his wife's, her mother, infidelity. Heart pounding harder still, Layla couldn't bare to peek in through the sheer creme colored curtains that draped the tall glass doors. Layla summoned courage while hiding in the shadows, closing her eyes tightly one last time. Steeling herself for what she might see.

Pam felt her breath escape in one long gasp as she watched Jerome's incessant pumping into his prostrate, petite girlfriend. Angela remained bent over the marbled vanity, skin quivering with each unrelenting thrust into her diminutive frame. Angela preferred Jeromes long thick cock to any other, he'd always pushed her body to it's sexual limit.

"Yeah baby, yeah, feels so good." Angela cried in a subdued pleasure, worn out by Jeromes overwhelming skill and size.

Jerome wriggled his fat cock, tightly squeezed by her gripping pussy.

"I'm gonna cum baby...ungh...want me to cum inside you baby?" Jerome's words strained through gritted teeth, his mind racing with his next devious step..

Angela gasped as her insides rippled in a thousand tiny fires of ecstasy Pussy smothered in a glistening layer of her own sweet emissions.

Jerome, from age 12 knew he was different, special compared to his peers. His body filled out faster, maturing more rapidly than other boys his age. Quickly, savoring eyes fell first on his athletic prowess. Watching him run was an awe inspiring sight, faster still by the time he reached junior high football, Jerome found even practices well attended by college recruiters, who jealously coveted his athletic potential. They lined the chainlink fences like vultures over a feast. As his high school years beckoned the recruiting grew more vigorous, more corrupt. And when adults dangled such things as free cars, money, vacations, clothes and most especially women to a poor teenager, the youthful willingly indulge.

It was the women that hooked Jerome. College recruiters provided him with women otherwise unattainable for the poor inner city kid. Beautiful women, blonde, black, red and all shades in between. Jerome that he possessed a potent skill and sexual "tool" that impressed even those jaded women who lured him into bed. However, soon after, Jerome became the sexual draw to these women. Even when they weren't giving Jerome "tutoring" lessons, these women went to the young man to satisfy there own lusts. They became hooked on the pendulous appendage that waggled between his athletic thighs.

12 years later, Jerome was now a professional athlete, with burgeoning super star potential. And with fame, victory and money came more and more women. Jerome had reached lofts of delight. Knowing how his sexual prowess affected even the most demure women, Jerome set his sights on the most exquisite perverted sexual encounter he could manage tonight, he would manipulate, coax these two women into the a wanton sexual tryst.

As Angela squirmed with Jerome's cock still buried deep inside, he sneered at Pam's frozen eyes watching him. This tripped the switch inside his brain, releasing the copious jets of cum gathering within his heavy dark balls. Jerome rammed his cock deep into Angela as she screamed in unrestrained string orgasms.

"Fuck me baby, fuck me!" She screamed.

Jerome grimaced, eyes narrow slits concentrating on the spurting fluid that came in such volume, it obviously began to seep from Angela's spasming pussy.

Pam knelt unsteadily on a knee as Jerome came and came again into Angela, teethe gritted in repressed sexual frustration. Pam realized that she would do anything to have that perfect instrument of length and girth buried inside her. To say Pam was surprised what happened next, is an understatement.

It sprang like an soft steel bar under tension as it pulled free of Angela, both his cock and her pussy dripping in the commingling fluids. Jerome leaned forward whispering into Angela's ear, her body still trembling.

"Stay still baby and keep your eyes closed, let me lick that cum outta your pussy."

Angela simply squealed.

Steeping back from his conquest, Jerome slowly turned to face Pam. Now in full glory, he slowly stroked his cum coated cock for only Pam to see. A conniving grin on his full lips.

Raising a large hand, Jerome extended a finger, itching Pam to stand.

As if under Svengali's call, Pam rose to her feet.

Finally ready to look inside, Layla also stood, pressing a cheek against the cool glass only to find the bedroom empty. For a moment, Layla doubted what her ears obviously heard a few second before. But the room stood empty. She could see the bright vanity lights shining out the ajar bathroom door. Layla wondered where her mother was.

The beautiful young Asian woman was unaware their twosome had been added to by one, as Pam tip toed in. Transfixed on Jerome's cock she listened to his instruction."The only way you're going to get a piece of this cock," Jerome paused, squeezing his thick brown pole, Pam hung on each word as Jerome seductively drew them out,"Is if you lick the cum outta my girls pussy."

Jerome points a callused finger at Angelas spread bottom.

Pam, uncertain of the order surveyed Angela's tight ass. She'd never before entertained a thought of a lesbian encounter. But looking back at Jerome's stroking cock, she made her mind up with little internal debate.

"Where are you baby? Aren't you coming back for a snack?" Angela giggled.

"I'm ready for that bite to eat baby." Jerome smirked, nudging Pam forward while standing back.

Pam bent at the waist, licking her lips; nose inches away from Angela's glistening slit. Flush and spread, it had the residue of Jerome's thick porridge still lingering. Pam closed her eyes once more, sticking her tongue out and bringing it to Angela's pussy.

"Ooh baby!" Angela murmurs unknowing, "You must've stretched me good. Something's different."

Surprising, to Pam, she loved the taste coating her tongue. She lapped more and more of Jerome's copious cum out of Angela's pussy. Lips swollen and spread, Angela ground her bottom into Pam's face, not knowing it was that "Real Estate Bitch" eating her out.

Jerome stepped back to admire the sight of Pam dutifully sucking the dripping cum out of his girlfriend's pussy. She wanted him bad and would do anything he asked her to do. Heart pounding, the harder his fist pumped the length of his thick black cock, Jerome couldn't resist the mini skirt clad ass of Pam. 

Bent forward, Pam skirt rose to reveal the black thigh highs and thong body suit splitting her bottom. Jerome put his hands on her ass, palming the cheeks, squeezing them, caused Pam to snort hotly into Angela's pussy. fighting to keep her excitement contained.

"Baby! What are doing down there?" Angela laughed.

Jerome leaned over Pam, letting his stiff cock nestle against her ass.

"Just keep your eyes closed baby."

Pam struggled to keep her hair from brushing against Angela, knowing it would give her away. Every inch of Pam's flawless skin tingled in anticipation. She loved the taste of Angela, she hungrily nibbled each bit of her pussy, twirling her tongue deeper. Her body trembled at the warm feel of Jerome's cock against her now bared ass.

Jerome looked down, seeing a pair of snaps fastening Pam's thong bodysuit at the crotch. Fingers twiddling the snaps loose, the stretchy gray lace pulled open revealing Pam's neat pussy. Pam reacted as if receiving a static shock, whimpering. Her actions would only become more pronounced as Jerome then sunk a finger deep into her pussy. 

The wet slurping and gnawing Pam kept up was broken by a moan. Angela, hearing this opened her eyes with a shot to look into the mirror. With utter shock, she screamed at the sight of Pam's head buried in her pussy and Jerome standing, aiming his big black cock at Pam's expectant bottom.

"What the fuck!" Angela shouted in anger. 

Pressing the wide head of his cock against Pam outer folds, he reached down and spread them with his fingers, seeing an oily dew Jerome knew she was ready.

Angela tried to protest but a she prepared to bellow out in protest, Pam's body bucked as Jerome rammed his wrist thick cock into her pussy without pause. Pam lurched forward, face pressed against Angela's back, who was now pinned under the rabbit like thrusting of Jerome.

"FUCK ME JEROME, FUCK ME FUCK ME!!!" Pam cried out. It was the most exquisite pain she'd ever felt piercing her softness. He wasted no time and set up on Pam, pounding is the most appropriate word his wide tool into her tight pussy. She reacted to him perfectly, slumping forward

Jerome became single minded in his shove, unable to hear the cries of protest or moans of pleasure from the two women collectively under his sexual weight. His eyes tightly shut, he concentrated to give Pam what he knew she wanted, ready to deliver a thick hot load into her.

Pam leaned forward trying to grunt out a whisper to Angela, who tried to squirm out of this odd sexual pile up. Angela looked up at Pam an utterly bizarre look about her.

"God damn girl..." Pam paused as she felt Jerome bury his shaft even deeper, " he is the greatest fucker...you are so fucking lucky!" Pam whined.

"This is going to be the greatest fuck of our lives girl, enjoy it!" Pam proclaimed loudly. Licking Angela's ear lobe as she spoke got Pam into a better position as the young Chinese woman submissively slid out from underneath her.

The room was consumed with his surreal sexual power, Jerome had an all consuming carnal aura surrounding him, sucking in the reticent Angela.

Layla stood to try to gain a better perspective into the dimly lit bedroom. The only illumination was the broad swath of blue/white light piercing the dark from the bathroom. She heard the voice, cries of ectascy, a muted voice that sounded so familiar, too familiar that it angered the young woman. Then as Layla squatted in the corner, her vigilance payed off as a bizarre carnal scene spilled out of the bathroom.

Layla's eyes were filled with a wild threesome, naked bodies flailing out onto the carpeted floor. Arms and legs askew, differing, absolute contrasts of color and gender. Breasts, alrge and small, legs, long and short. A males body flawless in it's ebony muscles, and his manhood dangling to so low it was awesome.

"Mom!" Layla gasped, muffling her own voice with a hand.

Layla laid eyes on her mother, blonde head whip about as she was rolled onto the floor by Jeromes powerful ebony muscles, his tongue and thick lips suckling her enormous breasts as his elongated sexual prowess slapped and slithered along Pam's toned thighs.

"Holy shit!" Layla gasped again this time at the sight of Jerome.

A third slight of frame woman rolled within the mix kissed her mother while unrestrainedly tore clothes from herself and Pam. They were drunk with a sexual rapture, in an altered state, it shocked Layla into a sickened rigidity as she watched Pam rolled onto her stomach, raising her firm round ass to Jerome's urgent cock. And again he shoved.

"Fuck me Jerome!" Pam shouted again as she felt Angela's hands tearing clothes from her body, while she eagerly fondled Angela's athletic body.

Sweat dripped, bellows of sheer pleasure rose high into the night air. Jerome became intense in his silence, concentrating so tightly on his performance he could not hear the raunchy interplay between his two lovers.

"C'mon Anglea let me lick that young pussy of yours!" Pam clawed at Angela, pulling her under her chin while on her hands and knees. Angela wriggled placing her perfect alabaster inner thighs to Pam's salivating lips.

"C'mon then eat my pussy! Lick that cum out of me!" Before Angela could finish her perverse sentence, Pam smothered her slit in a broad lick of her tongue.

"Fuck!" Angela screamed, arching her back , almost resting the top of her head against the floor. Angela parted her eye lids for a split second to see out into the darkness of the deck. She saw a shadowy face, hunched in secret, watching. It was a face, but not hers in a reflection, another woman, clearly, and a look of horror swept over Angela.

"OH MY GOD!!!"

In a grouchy mood, Jeffrey Blake rooted through the side cabinet of the media center, searching in vein for his compact video camera.

"Pam have you seen..." Jeffrey turned to his wife who gave him that 'don't bother me I'm reading' look. Giving up, Jeffrey threw up his hands leaving the room, muttering to himself.

Pam was curled up in her customary position in the far corner of the love seat, dog earring pages of a imported lingerie catalog. Each choice made with Jerome in mind. His name brought a perverse smile to her lips. In secret she burned for him every ommoent they were part. 

His manhood had filled her so utterly, fulfilling her needs and libidinous desires. Even the shocking lesbian tryst she succumbed to made her skin tingle with residual excitement. All would be perfect if she wasn't bothered by the "phantom peeping tom" seen by Jeromes girlfriend, Angela, as they lay intertwined in an orgasmic knot. She worried who was watching her. She worried that Jeffrey, her family and colleagues would find out. 

So, with extreme reluctance, she agreed to part with Jerome for a week or two. Hoping that they could go back to their illicit love in quick order. She found the thrill of the illicit nature of their love even more thrilling. Knowing she was sharing him with girl, young enough to be her daughter. Yet she felt her age and skill made her Angela's sexual superior.

Layla, unusually aloof, passed infront of the den doors. Hurrying up the steps to her room.

"Layla, where were you!?" Pam shouted to her daughter.

Not stopping, infuriating her mother, Layla shouted back over her shoulder, " Out running errands mom."

About to follow up with another round of maternal questions, Pam was stopped short by the slam of Layla's bed room door.

"I'm going to have Jeffrey talk with her." Pam mumbled, hearing a shout from the kitchen. It was Jeffrey.

"Hey I found the video camera! What the hell is it doing in the kitchen. I swear it wasn't in here a minute ago." Pam sneered at the disembodied voice of her husband, "Going senile as well as impotent."

She missed Jerome, Pam snickered, in realty she missed Jeromes cock.

Returning home, Jeromes body felt like it had been hit by ten tractor trailers in a row. Knees aching, bruisers peppering his muscled torso, the pain was only muted by the fact he made more money a second than most people do in an hour. Being a running back for a professional football team had its perks. Beside the money. The women. This trip to Tampa netted him four new phone numbers, one a ref's daughters, and a blow job from a football groupie. He wanted to give Pam a call but decided against it.

"Denying her my cock will just make her want it more." He thought arrogantly.

But the pain he'd endured on the field was nothing to Jerome, body has resilience of youth. It was something else that nagged, embarrassed, shamed him even. The rendezvous with the groupie hadn't gone well. No matter what she did it took him forever to get and erection and forever and a day to come. Or at least tried to cum. He'd never "shot blanks" before it was a virtual full on assault of his manhood that he couldn't.

Trying to shake the thoughts from his head, Jerome crept into the new home, Angela upstairs sleeping soundly. A pile of mail awaited him. Finding a small cardboard box he picked up the pile heading for the kitchen to get a freeze pack and a beer.

Finding an easing comfort in the recliner, Jerome ripped on the box, finding a video tape and a small note. Curious he pops it into the VCR, pressing play he sinks back into the chair. He sips from the beer as the tape flickers to life. He see a bed covered in layers of pillows, in washes of pink and floral prints. Eye brow arched, Jerome leans forward. A voice greets him by name.

"Jerome..who I am is unimportant...but all you need to know that I am your number one fan. But if you want to see what your 'biggest' fan looks like then..."

Just then a tall, beautiful blonde glides into the frame. 

"God damn!" Jerome exclaimed. She was easily 5' 9", with a body that was a perfect series of exaggerated and undulating curves.She wore only a long t-shirt emblazoned with the teal and black logo of his team. Her hair done up in pig tails. But what Jerome was transfixed on was the way she filled out that t-shirt. Distending the teams logo, stretching it across a large pair of heavy breasts. Face a glow with bright smile.

She sat at the edge of the bed, plump thighs parted slightly, letting Jerome get a hint of what may lay up the long shirt. She said nothing but her the movements of her hands and body spoke volumes. Her palms gently slithered over her breasts, kneading them through the t-shirt. Eyes closed, lips pouting she moned. "God damn lemme see those monster tits!" Jerome exclaimed louder still, almost hoping his solitary coaxing would reveal them. As if on command, the woman tugged the t-shirt up.

Slapping his knee, mouth agape, Jerome was greeted with the sight of her totally nude body. Her breast jutted out, without a hint of sag, even under the weight of the wide full globes. Her tummy flat and flaring hips were completed by a wild, sandy colored bush.

"Are you playing with your big black dick Jerome?" She asked.

Jerome smiled at the screen, interacting with the video image, leaning back reaching into his pants pulling out his thick, rubbery rod. His stroking began soon after.

He watched her spread her thighs to give him a view of the warm, wet, slit that he'd give anything to taste right now. She giggled, pulling open her pussy lips, squirming as her fingers tickled deeper. Jerome began stroking more vigorously. His cock filling, enraged, it stiffened.

Her moans were amplified in surround sound stereo as he ecstasy built. She paused for a moent to reach out of the view of the camera, to grab what turned out to be a long, thick dildo.

"Oh fuck yeah baby use that rubber cock!" Jerome burst out, hands sweaty with excitement, flying up and down his rock hard cock.

The nameless buxom blonde smirked, leaning back pushing slowly, but steadily the rubber phallus inside her. Her head fell back, a groan coming fromn deep inside her,

"Oh I want you to fuck! I want you to fuck me with that big black cock!"

"Yeah baby! Yeah baby I want that pussy!" Jerome grinding his teeth watching her slither around with each deep push of the dildo.

Waiting for her passion to break, Jerome was maddened that he couldn't cum. He concentrated let the words hang filthy in the air, watching her and still he could not cum. He squinted in determination as she arched back, dildo popping out of her pussy.

"Fuck!" She screamed, falling back again, sweat trickling across her big breasts.

The pent up fluid boiled deep inside Jerome, aching to burst free but it would not cum. Crest fallen, Jerome slumped forward, cock jerking under its contractions between his thighs. The woman smiled, a groggy smile, drunk in orgasms grip she leaned forward. 

Whispering, she said,

"I want to me you for real Jerome. I hope this tape gives you some motivation to come meet me. If you want I'll be home Wednesday night, come on by." 

The tape flickered off. Jerome, absently stroking his still stiff cock, found the piece of paper that had accompanied the tape. On it an address.

"Its a date baby."

Wednesday could not come quick enough for Jerome. He'd made it through game film and light practice and was eagerly counting the minutes. Coasting down the highway well over the speed limit, Jerome raced to the town which his mystery woman lived. It was one town over from his new home and he guessed she'd probably seen him around town, connecting it with the face on T.V.




House Hunting Ch. 2



The twenty minute drive over, Jerome found the home tucked behind a large, long hedgerow in an exclusive suburban enclave. Parking the customized SUV with blackened out windows and custom chrome wheels, Jerome made it to the front door, trying suppress and irrepressible grin. A moment later the door opened a sliver. A emerald green eye and swath of blonde locks peeked through. She smiled, opening the door wider.

"I didn't think you'd come." She said.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world baby. " Jerome grinned, licking his lips.

She took him by the hand, leading him through the dimly lit home to a den. The room had a gentle yellow glow of a fire flickering in the fireplace. R+B music played softly in the background.

Jerome found a seat in a kitty cornered love seat, with the sensuous hostess right beside. 

"You look nice." She commented, looking him over. He was dressed in a black,almost pearlescent, t-shirt that stuck to his muscled torso as if it was painted on. Earrings, rows of chains and baggy jeans completed his look. In reality she gagged at the sight of his attire, but she humored him.

"Never mind me baby, you look like a fuckin million dollars!" Jerome leered, brushing her arm, at the way she was dressed. The powder blue tank top she wore clung to her chest. Adhering to the pair of full, pendulous breasts. Narrow straps seeming to stretch nearly to the breaking point under their weight. Outfit complete with a pair of draw sting nylon pants.

Jerome then began to turn on the charm. Again, again and again. To no avail. Before he realized it he'd been sitting with her nearly an hour and all they were doing was making boring small talk. He'd tried to make the moves but each time she skillfully changed the subject or got up and left. He lured her with those explicit words that usually drew women to him. Sure this was going to be a quick score, Jerome felt a twinge of anger building inside. He was going to get blunt.

"Listen baby all this small talk is great for those little white boys you play with but c'mon. What are we doing here! You send me a tape of you fucking yourself witha big purple cock and you want to talk about what my major was in college!?" Jerome blurted out in frustration.

She shirked back, eyes wide, "L-listen it took allot of guts for me to send you that tape...is it so bad I want to take some time to talk..." She stammered.

Shaking his head in disgust, Jerome shot up, "Where's your bathroom, I need to cool off! Sorry." He grunted, walking in the direction she pointed, the anger management courses actually useful for the first time in his life. 

Flicking on the light and gently closing the door, Jerome stood in the brightly lit bathroom. Staring into small mirror above the sink he rubbed his face.

"God she's so fuckin hot and mother fuckin stacked! But such a tease!" Muttering to himself, Jerome oblivious to anything around him began rubbing his crotch.

Undoing his zipper, freeing his cock from his pants. Standing there for a moment, staring blankly at the wall. Doing nothing. He was going through the motions, not really knowing what he was doing. Flustered, almost befuddled by a woman for the first time in his life. All his pent up frustration clouding his keen reading of women. 

Just then, the door made a slight creaking sound, unexpectedly. Startled, Jerome felt a hand brush his back. His head swiveled around to see the beguiling, befuddling blonde standing behind. His slight turn let her see for the first time his long, yet flaccid cock, as it waggled out from his pants. She made no attempt to avert her eyes. He snapped out of the trance.

"Oh..my...Jerome..it's..it's..." She stammered.

"Big...I know." He smirked.

Still standing behind him, breasts pressed against his back, her hands cautiously creeped around his trim waist. He knew where she was going and let her, thinking, 'It's about time.' She stood on her tip toes to peer down at it over his shoulder.

Her fingers inched forward Jerome felt his heart pound, blood surged through his body. For the first time in weeks he felt sexually aroused.

The thick brown member was hot to the touch, and responded quickly. Her palm attempted to encircle the thickening shaft. Stiff as an iron bar and slightly turned up, she stroked his cock in slow, deliberate moves from behind.

"Turn around." She whispered into his back. Jerome sat down on the covered toilet, while she fastidiously undid his jeans, freeing the cock to its base, letting his balls dangle to her palm. Silently she knelt between his thick muscled thighs, grabbing his cock by its base, pulling it towards her waiting lips.

The wide knob of his cock head disappearing into her mouth. It pressed against the back of her throat, causing her to gag for a moment. But regaining her composure, she let her tongue roll around his shaft.

Her mouth pulled off his shaft, her fingers kneading his balls while licking his length, up and down. Precum oozed from its tip and Jerome began to groan with pleasure. His large hands palmed the top of her ad as it bobbed up and down. His callused fingers intertwined in her blonde hair.

A tired Pam Blake pulled up into the circular driveway of her hedge secluded home. "What a day." She mumbled, stepping from the car. Seeing a new, unknown SUV in the driveway raised her ire.

"Damn it Layla I thought I told you no company when I get home form work. I'm too tired to hear your hippie racket." She grumbled even louder.

Inside the home, Pam picked up her mail from the table beside the front door, hearing soft R+B music coming from their den. This struck Pam as odd immediately.

"What the...? Layla hates this music. And why is she entertaining in there? She knows she's not allowed in my den!?"

Jerome distended manhood bulged her cheeks as she swallowed its girth. Switching back and forth. Her fingers wrapping the base, pumping, and pumping some more.

Jerome lay back, eyes shut as Layla moaned for encouragement. Her tongue tricking him to cum. Just then she felt a distinct but subtle swell and she quickly gave a gentle tug on his dangling balls. This was the release. Butt clenched as wave after wave of cum shot forth, surging into her awaiting mouth. She faltered, gagged under the flow.

"Fuck baby I'm coming!" He shouted.

Pam instantly caught the sound coming from the half bath. She thought she would find Layla fooling around with her "artsy-farsty" boyfriend but for an instant, she thought she recognized the pleasurable moans from within.

'Jerome?' She puzzled, pushing open the door she was greeted with the sight of Layla, her daughter, kneeling between the legs of Jerome, HER lover!

"JEROME!" Pam shrieked.

Jeromes eyes open like a scared child, "PAM!"

Layla smirked, stood, and wiped her lips. She turned back to Jerome as she walked away. "Thanks hun for the fun...but you're just not my type."

Then squeezing past her absolutely shocked mother, she leaned in and in a scowling whisper,

"Too bad mom, I was gonna fuck him...but now...he's all yours."



House Hunting with Heather



I do more with my lady friends than just make love although I do a lot of that too. Last week, for instance, Heather called me and asked me to go house hunting with her. This was surprising to me because she is single and has never expressed any interest in owning a house, always seeming perfectly happy in her own small apartment. Heather is a terrible housekeeper and totally unapologetic about it so I shudder to think of the messiness of her apartment multiplied by the size of a house.

Nevertheless, I never turn down a reasonable request from one of my lady friends so, at eleven o'clock the next morning, we were inspecting model homes in a new housing development in a suburb just outside of town. 

"I like this one," she told me as we looked over the master bedroom in the largest model being offered. We both knew she had no use for such a big place and could never come close to affording it anyhow.

"It looks good but I want to find out how it works." Heather closed the door to the room, came back to the bed and lay down on her back, after kicking off her shoes.

"Come and lie down here with me, George and let's try it out."

"Heather, don't you know the furniture doesn't come with the house? The bed and everything else is just here to show people what the place will look like after they buy it and furnish it."

"Maybe we can talk them into selling us the bed with the house. But let's try it out first."

What Heather had in mind became clear when she raised her ass off the bed and pulled her skirt up above her waist. The only thing she had on under the skirt was a pair of translucent panties and they were even more translucent because the crotch was soaked with the fragrant juices from her pussy. 

"Heather, are you crazy? People are liable to walk through the door at any minute."

"Not without knocking, they won't, and when they knock, we'll just tell them to go away. C'mon, George. Don't you like to eat my pussy anymore?"

Well, of course, there's very little I like more than eating Heather's pussy, especially when it's all wet and smelling as good as it was then, and I'm not usually reluctant to do so. I'm also not very modest so, after glancing at the closed door, I removed my shoes, knelt between her legs and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties. Heather had one of the pillows in her hands and, when she raised her ass again to let me pull down her wet panties, she slipped it under herself so her pussy was at the level she knows I like. Another pillow was under her head as she made herself comfortable.

With her panties on the floor and her legs draped over my shoulders, I breathed deeply of Heather's delightful aroma and buried my face between her legs, wanting to prove once again that her pussy tasted even better than it smelled. While her hands rested affectionately on my shoulders, I started with the drops that had trickled down one of her thighs and licked up them and the stream from the other leg. As I had known they would be, her juices were delicious. After licking off her thighs and crotch, I started licking between the inner and outer lips on one side of her pussy. From what we were doing in the public place, Heather was already highly aroused and her pussy had started fucking into my face.

She became even more aroused while I slowly licked to the end of her inner lip. I was completely engrossed with Heather's lovely pussy but she was lying on her back facing the door so she could watch for people trying to enter the room. "Go away. We're busy." I heard her call out, and then I heard the door close. The thrill of the near interruption, combined with what my tongue was doing, caused her juices to run even more freely and she started fucking into my face more strongly. 

After relishing the fresh juices, and beginning to lick her other pussy lip, Heather said "See, George, I told you people would go away if we said we were busy." I hoped she was right but I was having too much fun to care very much.

By the time I had licked to the end of her other inner pussy lip, Heather's head was tossing back and forth on the pillow; she was moaning from pleasure and her ass was rocking back and forth on the display bed while her pussy fucked up into my face stronger than ever. I could tell she was getting close to cumming. 

Suddenly, I heard a shrill female voice behind me asking "What do you people think you are doing?" It seemed like a silly question to me, because anybody would see what we were doing but Heather answered her anyhow.

"We're trying out the bedroom. You wouldn't buy a car without a test drive, would you? Well, we wouldn't buy a house without trying it out either." 

From the thrill of knowing we were being watched by the woman, and probably her husband too because usually couples inspect homes together, Heather was almost cumming. I drew her clit into my mouth and started sucking on it while licking the engorged sides and top. A minute later, there was a sudden thrust of a very wet pussy into my face and a pair of hands pressed on the back of my head, pressing my face into the pussy. Even if I had wanted to move my face, I wouldn't have been able to because Heather's legs were squeezing the sides of my head. Her ass rocked from side to side and front to back and up and down while her legs jerked from side to side, carrying my head with them until Heather climaxed with a great spasm of her body. 

A minute later, right after I had finished feasting on all the delectable juices that were flowing from her pussy, Heather spoke to the woman again. "This bedroom seems to work fine. Do you and your husband want to try it out?"

The same shrill voice said "You people are sick!" and a moment later I heard the door slam.

"I guess she doesn't want to, George. I was right, though. I really loved the way you ate my pussy on this bed. Now we have to see how it is for fucking." 

Although I never turn down a legitimate request from one of my lady friends, there was some doubt as to whether this was a legitimate request. Nevertheless, I have a certain quirky side to me, although not as much as Heather has, and I was horny from eating her delicious pussy. After taking a condom from my pants pocket, where I always carry at least one, I pulled my pants and underwear down around my knees, put on the condom and got back on the bed between her legs.

The thought of what we had been doing and were going to be doing had Heather really turned on and her pussy was already lubricating. She held her pussy lips open while I guided my cock into her wet, inviting opening. Just as I had made the initial entry, I heard a deep voice saying "Oh, my God! Mabel! Mabel! Keep the kids outa here, there's some crazy people in here."

Heather's pussy was even wetter than it had been and my cock slid in easily and I was just drawing it back out when I heard a woman's voice, presumably Mabel's, demanding to know what we were doing. I don't see how they were able to have kids if they didn't know what we were doing.

"Don't you people believe in knocking?" Heather scolded the intruders. "We're trying out the house and we need some privacy." We had just barely started fucking and she was already thrusting her pussy back to meet my strokes.

"I'm gonna call the cops." The man announced and they closed the door. Presumably, they left, closing the door behind them but my back was to the door and I couldn't see what had happened and I was too busy helping Heather try out the bed to want to find out. 

She was moaning from the pleasure of fucking and, especially from fucking with an audience, but she interrupted herself to say "The nerve of some people. You'd think they would know what a closed door meant."

I was no longer trying to dissuade her from using the bed in the model home in a way the dales office had surely not anticipated. It was way too late for that and I was having too much fun myself. For several more minutes, we continued fucking, both of us getting closer to cumming. Heather's hips were swiveling under me and her legs were thrusting back and forth while her body writhed under mine. 

"I really like this bed. I think I'll buy it with the house." 

Before I could answer, I heard a scream of outrage. "Look! Look what they're doing! No! No, kids, not you. Don't you look!" 

That had been a woman's voice and, predictably, it was followed by an angry male voice. "You Goddam perverts! You oughta be arrested!"

"Go away!" Heather shouted back. "We're trying out the house."

I still didn't look toward the door, depending on Heather to keep me posted. Apparently the latest intruders had left because she said "They have some nerve, calling us perverts. If they have kids, how else did they get them except by doing what we're doing?" I didn't have any answer for that.

After a few more minutes of her ass bouncing up and down on the bed, thrusting her pussy back to meet my thrusts into her, Heather announced "This is a really good bed, George. I'm ready to cum so fuck me harder."

I was ready too so I slid up higher on her body and started plunging my cock into her pussy faster and from a different angle so I gave her pussy more stimulation. "Yeah! Yeah, like that," she told me.

Seconds later, her fingernails dug into my back and her legs squeezed mine. The movements of her hips became even more frantic as she started cumming. I wondered what kind of an orgasm Heather would have had if somebody had come through the door and seen us just then. 

That didn't happen but she had a great climax anyhow, clawing my back and squeezing my legs with hers as she jammed her pussy abruptly into me. A few seconds later, I moaned happily and also climaxed, my cum spurting into my condom. 

Usually, my lady friend and I would lie together in the bed or wherever we might be after making love but, in this case, I thought we might have worn out our welcome. When I suggested as much to Heather, she agreed and we both put our clothes back on and left the master bedroom. 

After walking out the front door of the model home, the usual thing is to go through the sales office and either leave or ask questions or eat some of the cookies provided. "Let's take a shortcut through that gate," Heather suggested, pointing to a gate that was closed but not locked.

We did, and crossed the street to get into my truck. "That was a nice house but I don't think I'll buy it after all," Heather decided. "I can't help thinking about the people who kept interrupting us when we were trying out the bed. If we bought the house, they might be our neighbors and who wants to live around nosy people like that?"

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House Hunting With Suzy



My wife, Marg and I had known Don and Suzy for three or four years. Ever since we found our mountain cabin through another agent, they have been giving us a hard time about not going through them. Don is medically retired from the military, something with his heart. Suzy sells real estate near our second home. My wife got another promotion at her firm so we had to look for more property or at least more expensive property for our second home. I called Don and told him I would be up for the weekend to look at places and could Suzy be available. He insisted that I stay with them even though we have a place less than a mile down the road. I like Don and Suzy but she has high-pitched coquettish voice and the most sugar sweet manner about her. It is utterly distracting. 

Not that she is bad to look at; she has a great body for a woman of her age and she always dressed to the nines. She has a great set of perky tits and she is proud enough of them to make sure you get a view of them when ever you want. Her low cut blouses and cashmere sweaters always accentuate those melons of hers. Her normal attire is a two or three piece suit. She looks the part of the real estate profession.

Upon my arrival, we all hugged but Suzy's hug was just a little longer and a little more passionate than I remembered in the past. She grabbed my face and kissed me full on the lips while Don watched intently. "We're really glad to see you," she said. Don chimed in, too. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into their home. It was not at all a modest home. Situated on the most prominent hill in the valley with 360-degree mountain vistas, they had built it with money from their real estate business. Don showed me to the guest room and pointed out the guest bath and towels, etc. He said Suzy would be ready to take me to see some places that she had picked out based on our requirements. 

After my six-hour drive down from the city, I felt grimy and a little unkempt. I jumped in the shower to take a quick one. I slipped into a daydream of a little red headed gal I met last year who gives a great blowjob. Before I finished my shower my cock was standing at full attention. I had a little trouble getting it to subside while I toweled off. I left the bathroom with the towel wrapped around my waist. My manhood was still partially engorged, not erect just full and hanging half hard. At 300 pounds, the standard bath towel barely fit, so I had to hold it at the knot. Suzy caught me coming down the hall and with a gleam in her eye, yanked the towel away from my loins. She gasped at seeing my meat. She grabbed my cock and balls together, playfully squeezing them and then skipped off down the hall with my towel. I definitely heard a little coo and distinct moan come from her when she reluctantly released my cock. I looked around to see if Don was watching but he did not seem to be in sight. I ducked into their guest room and dressed to go look at homes. I thought about wearing a pair of khakis but because I hate to underwear and I thought I might drip a little pre-cum (thinking of the little red head again), I put on a dark pair of "Docker" pants, a set of deck moccasins (no socks) and a Ralph Lauren Polo Shirt. This is sort of the unofficial "uniform" for the little mountain community where we have our second home. The locals all dress like bums even the women except the professionals. Those who just live there in the summer and the winter ski visitors all seem to want to make themselves presentable. The ski bums and the summer hires all look like they haven't a care or have any descent clothes either.

I finished dressing, stepped back into the bathroom to comb my hair and put on a bit of Obsession cologne. As I came down the stairs, I found them sitting on the overstuffed leather couch giggling. I asked, "What's so funny?" 

To that they answered in unison, "Just an inside joke!" and left it at that. 

As I proceed down the steps, Suzy's eyes never left my crotch. Her lips parted and she unknowingly licked them. A quick grin came to her face and she said, "Let's go find you guys a house!" 

I asked if Don was going to come and she said her would meet us for dinner at the local watering hole. 

We walked through the kitchen and grabbed a few listings she had pulled from MLS. I looked them over as Suzy opened the garage door to allow us to use the Caddy. As I sat down in the huge seat of her Cadillac STS, she slipped into her seat. Unlike most times when I have seen her as a "real estate professional" in her business suits, today, she had on a long yellow sundress. It had crossed straps across the open back, and cut low in the front. She loved to show off those great tits. The sundress also had very high slits up the sides that revealed all but her ass. It rode up on the leather seat and showed her upper thigh. She did not seem to have on anything under that dress. Her breasts were unencumbered by a bra but there was probably one built into the dress. What do I know about sundresses; I only know how to take them off. She seemed to squirm and settle into her seat even more deeply than it appeared possible. She was definitely getting "something special" from that gigantic leather seat. 

We rode by the first few places while she told all about the history and financial arrangements to be had at each home. One of the places even had a radio message from another realtor who listed the home. Suzy tuned the radio and we listened to about half the message before I said we should move one.

I did not even like the outside of any of the first three places she showed me. I knew Marg would want more than just a good view and none of them had any pizzazz. The next place, which we approached, was simply stunning. It was the place Suzy had really chosen for us. As I arrived at the huge hand-carved double doors, I knew this house was going to be perfect. She grabbed the key from the lock box, unlocked the door and pulled me into the stunning home. She droned on and on in her high pitched voice about the benefits of the place and the house's history until I couldn't stand it any longer. I blurted out, "Can you talk when you have a mouth full of cock?" 

She grinned from ear to ear and said in a deep husky voice, "I thought you would never ask!" 

Without a second thought the pretty yellow sundress dropped to the floor and revealed completely naked mature body with great tits and cleanly shaved pussy. She seemed to blush a little at her state of undress. With a coyness that belied her maturity, she quickly dropped to her knees on the sundress and deftly pulled my cock from my pants. Before I could even feel guilty about getting a blowjob from her, Suzy began stroking my cock to life. As she engulfed the whole 7" into her mouth, she worked at releasing my belt and the button on my Dockers. They dropped to the floor at my feet giving her a clear shot at my whole being. She pushed forward until my growing cock hit the back of her throat. It was like it triggered a switch and she began suck on my manhood like a Kirby vacuum cleaner. It was incredible. She seemed really relish her job. She paid close attention to caressing, squeezing and stroking my balls while she completely swallowed my cock. She squatted on her heels with her knees wide apart. 

I marveled that I was standing in an elegantly appointed and fully furnished great room with fantastic mountain views but I was not able to take my eyes off this skillful woman giving me a hummer. I asked myself if how it was possible for her to suck it so deeply into her throat…… My mind was wandering but she was concentrating on her task at hand. 

Suzy slipped her other hand between her legs. She was feverishly grinding four fingers of her hand into her cunt and stroking her clit with her thumb in unison with her hand strokes on my cock. I saw that her intense ministrations to her snatch produced a number of little droplets. I had my answer about "talking with her mouth full" because she did not say anything until she felt my hot jism hit the back of her throat. She swallowed all of it and continued to suck for a couple more minutes on my softening cock until it stood at full attention again. 

With her blowjob completed, she stood up, spun around, bent over at the hips, spread her legs, grabbed her ankles and presented her generous round ass to me. She said, in that deep husky voice that only seemed to be in evidence when she was sexually aroused, "Fuck me hard and fuck me now! Stick it in my pussy and ream it out with that beautiful thing. Hurry up! I want to come now!! Aaaawwhhhh! Stick your dick in me, now!" 

All I could do was stick it in and hold on. With her standing on her three-inch heels, my cock was perfectly in line with her cunt. I grabbed her hips and plunged deep into her cunt in one quick stroke. She let out another "Aaaawwhhhh!" I began slammed long slow deliberate strokes into her sopping wet pussy. She had the innate ability to use her ass muscles to milk my cock. She took her hands off her ankles. She moved the sundress from beneath her but not until some of her pussy juice dripped down on it. (That's gonna leave a stain???) One hand went to her tits. She caressed each in turn and then she tweaked each nipple until it was hard. I could barely see her tits because my constant stroking blurred my vision. Her nipples were just the right size. They stood out from her tits like little round buttons. Surrounded by a small light brown areola, her tits were just perfect. Smaller than my Marg, but they were still perky and proud. I reached around her hips and grabbed a handful of tit. Her free hand closed over my hand. She squeezed my hand tighter on her breast. I would not have squeezed her so hard but she forced my grip tighter until she seemed to winch in pain. I could feel her fingers slip around the base of my cock and stroke even more feverously on her clit. I tried to keep up with her pace but she was going at her cunt with such vigor I could only match her two for one. I stroked her harder half expecting her to fall away and make me stop but she just ground her ass into my groin pushing my manhood deeper into her cunt. OOOOOHHH was all she said. I love to hear a woman moan, whimper, scream… anything vocal but she was almost completely silent. I could barely hear anything over the slapping of flesh and my own animal grunts. She seemed to be getting dizzy and uncomfortable so I pushed her toward the gigantic overstuffed chair directly in front of her. She grabbed the arms of the chair, dropped her heels and climbed over the back of the chair with her head hanging down. I mounted the chair and drove my cock into her sloppy pussy. This position allowed me to drive into her like a pile driver. I could hear her now as she grunted at each deep stroke. 

We had been going at it for more than twenty minutes when she reached back and pushed me away. When she turned around her face was completely red. She had a huge smile on her face. She grabbed my cock and pushed me down in the chair. She spit a couple of times on her hand and rubbed it all over my cock. She pivoted on one heel, grabbed the arms of the chair and dropped onto me with all her weight directly on my still hard member. She let out a low guttural scream when she reached bottom. 

I thought she had re-impaled her pussy but it was her very tight little asshole. She rested just a minute becoming accustomed to my fat cock in her ass before beginning to grind her hips. She made small circles and then quick upward and slow downward strokes. She kept that up for about ten more minutes until I could stand it no longer. I told her that I was about to cum. She didn't seem to hear me. She grabbed one of my big hands and put it on her left breast. She squeezed my hand hard on her tit. She then took my other hand and put it on her clit. The distended little button stood out like a tiny hard dick. She put my fingers together and forced me to pinch her love button. She loved the pressure I created on her clit. She was in complete control of her own pleasure. She was using me to fuck her and she was going to enjoy it her way. After a few more strokes into her ass with my hand on her tit and my fingers pinching her clit, she said, "Now, now, now, cum in my ass. Shoot your load in my ass, now!!!! Cum, cum in my ass. Cum, now!!!!" 

As soon as I heard her husky sexual voice again, I shot a huge load of cum into her asshole. My dick was getting sore and raw from our constant pounding for who knows how long. I felt at least four or five huge pulses of hot sperm shoot into her ass. She collapsed back onto my chest. Knowing I had just been used as a toy, I asked her if she was done with me. She said, "For now!" 

My softening cock slipped out of her ass and with that a huge quantity of my cum dribbled onto the floor between our feet. She stood up and walked to the kitchen to get a paper towel. I lay sprawled in the chair watching her walk down the hall. Upon her return, I stood and grabbed her right tit. Squeezing it hard, I pulled her into my body and planted a sloppy wet kiss on her puffy lips. "I think we will take this house but I have to show it to Marg first." 

"When we close escrow, you will get another fucking like this, ok?" She volunteered.

We were just cleaning up my cum from the floor and getting dressed when the homeowners walked in the door. I am sure they could smell the sexual juices in the air but they said nothing. I did not say anything to them but Suzy winked at the guy and he knew that the deal was done. 

We met Don at the Mountain Top Saloon. He had a martini in front of him and he was grinning from ear to ear. He ordered another drink for Suzy and asked what I wanted to drink. As soon as the bartender walked away, he asked, "Did you fuck my wife good?" I stammered and stuttered a little bit before he smiled and said, "She fucks all her clients. She sells a lot of houses that way! With my heart problem, I can't do it as much as she wants so she gets all she wants from her clients and I get to hear all about it later. You should try that with Marg. I guarantee she will get horny as hell and fuck your brains out every time." 

The smell of Suzy's pussy juice was still very pungent on her sundress while we ate dinner. Beside the few droplets that leaked onto the dress while she was sucking my dick, she must have been leaking a lot of fluids from her ass and cunt. The waitress was cute in the way she kept hovering over our table all night. I think she was turned on by Suzy's smell because I saw her numerous "inadvertent" casual touches on Suzy's shoulder, back and even her hand. When we got up and were ushered to our table, I thought I could even see the little discoloration in the pattern of that sexy yellow dress. I was just dreaming that I had tasted her wet pussy when Marg arrived from the city. She hugged Don and Suzy, and kissed me very hard. I asked her "Why the passionate kiss" 

She said she could smell Suzy pussy when she hugged her. "Did she fuck you when you went to look at houses?" She whispered in my ear. I was about to deny it when she said, "Never mind, I know you did. I can tell from the grin on our face. I know that Suzy fucks all her clients. I knew it the minute I saw your face. You never could keep a smile off your face when get a good fucking! Did you tell her we would take the house on Trapper Lane?" 

"Yes, pending your approval, of course!" I said.

She grabbed my dick hard through my pants and said, "I am not going to agree to buy the place until I get fucked, too." 

Now that is another story but you knew that. I later learned that the home was equipped with a complete surveillance system and the homeowners loved the video of Suzy and me fucking in their front room. The homeowners, Brenda and Marc Mackenzie, a beautiful couple in their late thirties, have also become great friends of ours. A stunning statuesque redhead, Brenda has told me many times that she can do better than Suzy did for me that day. I might have to tell you about that later, too…….

More later, damon1951