0 comments/ 39927 views/ 0 favorites I Do By: PanCakes “I do” It echoed around the open glade. Heavy with poignancy and emotion it escaped my lips. I could feel the red creep into my face, the heat in my ears. I turned my head, the collar of my shirt scraping against the short stubble that had grown since I shaved that morning. I looked at you and saw the most beautiful women I have ever seen. You were almost glowing with the fading afternoon light. The sun would set just as we kissed, our hands bound together, and we would be happily married. We would be newlywed. The warm breeze would be swirling around us. Your hair began to lift from your long slender neck, begging me to kiss your coral lips, and then trace my mouth down the curve. But we had guests, an audience. And so I leaned in as the sky turned its orange red of ending day, and the sparkles began to appear to the east. You opened you mouth oh so slightly, teasing me as I kissed you perfect lips. I wanted to take you right then, lay you on the ground, and show you how much you mean to me. Let you scream my name into the stars you so love, with your legs wrapped around my back, and your nails clawing at my back. But instead I slowly stepped away, regret flickering in your eyes, reflected, I’m sure in my own. In that kiss we knew what we wanted, and shared it. We stood like that for a while, until my father clapped me on my back, rudely breaking my eyes away from you star fire flecked eyes. Our hearts cried until I held you to me and we left the field, voices chorusing us as we left, wishing us so much luck. We knew we would see them all at the reception later, but right now I wanted to find some place away from the hustle and bustle of out own fairytale wedding. Halfway down the trail to the waiting limo, and away from the fading voices. I chuckled and pull you into the thin brush surrounding the getaway path, and made my own. You pulled your dress up over your knees, bunching so much up that you couldn’t keep with me. So in the nature of chivalry, I picked you up, and swept you into my arms, letting you fend off the branches as I trekked through the forest. And finally we reached another clearing. Although this glade was smaller than out wedding “chapel,” it was far more comfortable. A brook ran along one side of a rocky hill face, hiding us along one side, and came from the waterfall crashing into a pool deep enough to swim in, hiding us from that side, and on the third side, lay a steep slope. I whispered into your ear, letting you shudder with the words. “Happy wedding night.” I let you down, your long legs, encased in sheer with stocking exposed for a brief second before they were hidden under the length of your dress. Hold your dainty hand in mine, I walked us over to the large pavilion hidden in the shadows of the looming cliffs, the darkness hiding us from eyes, as only your ethereal glow of white and star shine displayed us, to the no one that was around us. I parted the curtains, and led you in to our home for at least part of the night. The golden tassels of the silk opening twitched together behind us, and I tied them shut. The sheer royalty of the enclosure astounded you. The candelabras were dark until I lit them, each one brightening the room with impishly dancing flames. I led you to imperious bed, the biggest you’ve ever seen, the sheer luminescence of the silk sheets peeking out from underneath the velvet covers. All on the most ornament oak and brass frame. You gasped and laughed as I swept you up again and tossed you bodily on the crowning achievement of my wedding presents to you. You laughed and then squealed as I began to tickle you. I felt so powerful, and so loved, and so wonderful as I ran my fingers, rough from work over your legs, unleashing them from their heels. And then tossing your dress over your head, I tackled and tickled along your legs. Teasing them, and you, until you kicked so petulantly at me. Pinning them down I reached up until I was hugging your hips and crooning an off key love song into your stomach, through a layer or two of cloth of course. You laughed at me, taunting me as you slipped so gracefully out from under me. You slipped off the bed, and began to sway pulling at one sleeve, then the next, your princess gown unpeeling. You opened and slid from the body, letting it puddle at your feet. Wearing only your bra, white lace and full of your breasts, milky white with a warm overtone of the fire, your g string, a white version, of one of the ones I bought you all those years ago, and the sheer thigh highs, capped in their tight lace. You tauntingly traced the outside of your tits, your nipples already hard in the cool evening air. Finally fingertips touch the waistband of your sexy panties. And you ease them over your hips, slightly turning until I can watch the fabric slide of your ass, letting it join your bra and dress on the grass. Your shaven mound is only sometimes hidden in shadow as you walk toward me alluringly. Placing one foot on the tall bed, you begin to shimmy the stocking off. I can see your wetness glistening on your opening. Your red orchid is dim in the light but delectable nevertheless. I lean forward suddenly, and take your nipple into my mouth. Gasping you thrust your chest into me and arch your back, creating a concave shape that my hands nestle in perfectly. Pulling you onto me, I kiss your breast, and feel the heat of your body through my heavy dress clothes You straddle my chest, your knees in my armpits, and untie my tie, drawing it around my collar. You lean forward and gently kiss my forehead. All the same time unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it over my head, even though it’s only half undone. You move your self closer to my mouth. I can smell you now, and flick my tongue out, tagging your clitoral hood, make you jump, and as you do I pull you up and on to my mouth. You lean back, giving my tongue more to make love to. You unbuckle my belt, and unbutton my pants. You unzip my fly and reach inside, to grab hold of my throbbing, hot, muscle. You pull at it, letting the hot pre-cum stick to your fingers. You turn around, so that we lay in a sixty nine position. Your mouth hovering over my shaft, your tongue flittering on my head, and inside my foreskin, and my tongue, laving your wet pussy, sometimes skipping up to tease your tight rosebud. You moan, your mouth plunging to cover my hot cock. Your throat opens up to me, as you force your face closer and closer to my balls. Finally when your nose touches the smooth sack, you begin to rise up, almost sucking my hips up with you. My tongue stabs into you, causing you gasp and rotate your hips over my mouth, forcing my nose to push into your ass. You moan and begin to fuck my cock and my face. I push your hips up, tossing onto the bed, whining you look at me with disbelief. Swinging over you, I push my cock into your tight wet cunt. Moaning you tilt your hips, and I slide deeper into you. My balls rest against the crack of your ass. I’ve split you open, your hands fly to your nipples, pinching them and pulling them up. One hand leaves its post to play with your clit. I rest my arms on either side of you, and with my body high above you, I slam into you. Moaning, you play harder, and again I slam. Harder and faster than we both know I can keep up with. You cum so strongly, your body jumping off the silk and satin sheets beneath you. My balls are now soaking in your juices, but still I hammer into you. My body is dripping sweat. And again you cum, and with slowing down, you cum again. Suddenly I drag you to the side of the bed, where I can stand up. I pick your legs up, and place them against my shoulders. I begin to slowly push into you, hard and deep, but still slow. I’m powerfully in control. You gasp and scream, grabbing at the lustrous fabric around you. Your manicured fingernails tearing into the fabric. You past and gasp as I push into you, and you shudder as I flex, buried deep inside of my newly weds steamy wet pussy. I flip you over, pinning you on your stomach on the massive bed and continue to drill you. I can see you playing with your new ring. The diamonds and emeralds are catching the light of the fire and making your finger twinkle like stars beating to my fucking you. You cum again, and again, and I’m trying to keep in control, trying not to fill you yet. I’m hitting everything inside you, and you keep shaking, feeling my balls slap against your clit. You scream, and I feel you clamp so tightly against my dick that I can’t move. You just cum and cum, shaking, my cock not moving from its right place in its permanent home. You gasp, and begin to beg me. Telling me how much you want me to cum inside of your pussy. You keep calling me master, and I spank you, and you squeal. I demand a new name. But you’re not paying attention; you are too busy covering my cock with your juices. I finally gasp one more time, and let loose with a torrent of cum. You scream, and shake, feeling it filling you. I keep pumping away though, letting it leak out of your cunny and letting it mix with your own cum. Grabbing your hand I pull you up to me, and I bend down to kiss you. My cum running down your legs, yours is drying on my shrinking cock. Our rings touch the others’ hand, and I kiss you, deeply our tongues imitating the act we have just finished, for now. “I love you wife.” I croon in your ear, and only the darkness outside of haven can hear me but you. And you finally understand my new title… “I love you too, “you whisper, “husband.” I Do ... Both Mother & Daughter I was at Rochester grocery doing my weekly shopping; picking over some apples and peaches for a fruit salad, when I spied what appeared to be a good looking red-headed mother and daughter nearby. The daughter was about eighteen, maybe older, maybe younger, wearing short-shorts and a "T" that ended just below her bra-less tits. She was covered with freckles. But her development in the tit department belied her true age. Firm and pear shaped, her tits jutted out as if she'd just been awarded a blue ribbon. We made eye contact and she smiled at me. Instant hard on! But I figured this was just stuff for a later fantasy because her mother was standing beside her and I wasn't fucking around with possible jailbait. At least not with her Momma present. I began to check the mother out. She wore a peasant scoop-neck blouse and seemed to have no qualms about showing off her tits, which by the way were big enough to smother a grown man. She too, had freckle phobia. The mother leaned over on purpose I thought, providing me with a great view. I reciprocated, adjusting myself and turning enough to make sure she got a glimpse of my dick bulging out of my tight jeans. I hung around the produce department until a conversation was inevitable. We were making conversation about the awfully hot weather when suddenly she recognized me. "Ain't you the new ballplayer with the Red Wings?" I nodded. "Farrell, isn't it?" "You got me," I said, "guilty as charged." "We saw you last night." "Millie," she called to her daughter, "you won't believe who this is!" The daughter came closer and I was able to admire her tits from close range and she seemed to be enjoying me ogling them as her mother told her who I was. "You're kidding," Millie said with her hands over her mouth. The bottom swell of her tits was exposed as she held her hands up. "Swear to God, it's him!" "It's me!" I said laughing and throwing my hands up in mock surrender. Millie, God bless her, jumped up and down in excitement. We discussed the previous night's game, which we'd lost on my throwing error, but that didn't seem to bother either of them very much, and eventually we returned to the weather. When the mother said she couldn't wait to get home and out of her clothes, I smiled and said I couldn't either. She gave me a very sexy smile that couldn't be misconstrued and I said, "Please don't be offended, but why couldn't we enjoy cooling off together?" "That's the best offer I've had today," she said and with a toss of her hair, asked her daughter if she'd like my company this afternoon. Millie hopped up and down again and said, "Sure!" And after determining that Millie was eighteen and a half, that seemed to settle that. I followed their Saturn to their trailer and carried all our groceries inside. As Millie and I finished putting theirs away I heard a moan from the living room and rushed inside to see what had happened to the mother. She sat in an easy chair, legs wide apart --- one on each arm of the chair, pushing a finger into her red-haired, bushy cunt, as another soft moan escaped her lips. "Mother!" Millie scolded, how could you?" She gave us a weak smile and finger-fucked herself even faster, making lewd sucking sounds. "Mother! You don't have to finger-fuck," Millie cried plaintively. "Oh, oh," I thought. "This is gonna be interesting." "Mmmm, but it's fun, baby," she purred, stabbing a bit faster, her hips lurching back and forth. "It's a lot of fun to fuck myself, sometimes. Don't you want to watch me do it Farrell?" "I don't mind a bit," I said, loosening my belt, "Are you uncomfortable with your Mother, Millie?" "No, I've seen it before. I was thinking about you, but . . ." My pants hung around my ankles and Millie was staring at my hardon, which was poking out of my shorts. Both women licked their lips. "Nice bat," Millie muttered. "Who wants to suck me first?" I asked, not caring who responded first. "You want me to suck your pussy Mother?" Millie asked. "I will if you want to give him head." "I know you'll both suck my cunt eventually," she said, waving at us as if to tell us to get it on without her. "Ummm . . . but I like to do this to myself sometimes." My arm was already draping itself around Millie's shoulder as she scooted closer to me, taking my dick and balls into her hot little palm, playing with me as we both watched her mother masturbate. Millie lowered herself to her knees as my dick grew firm in her hand as her fingers closed around it. Slowly she stoked it up and down. Her eyes sparkled with lust. "Suck his cock, Honey," the mother husked. "I want to see that big cock in your hot little mouth while I bring myself off." "Okay, she said docilely, and immediately took half my length into her throat, surprising the hell out of me. Just as quickly she released me to run the tip of her tongue over my swollen, purple head. She raised her head up, started to make a face then grinned instead. "He's got the sweetest cock, mother. It's not like I thought it would be. I like it, I like it a lot." "Let Mommy have a little taste, darling", said the mother, her eyes smoldering with lust. "Farrell would you come over here, please?" With my dick jutting out in front of me, I shuffled over to her. She leaned forward and nuzzled her face into my crotch, flicking out her serpentine tongue and with excruciating deliberation licked from the tip of my dick to my balls and back again before taking it into her mouth. I moaned in pleasure and held the back of her head, fucking my dick into her mouth and halfway down her throat. I heard Millie giggling as she watched us. Then she came closer, resting her cheek against my hip as she took a lesson in cocksucking from a master --- her mother. Eventually, the mother pulled her mouth from around my dick lay back and resumed her masturbation. Millie and I watched as she pushed her fingers past her cunt and worked one up and into her asshole, making sure we both had a clear view of the proceedings. She fucked her finger a few times into her ass, then pulled it out and sucked it, licking her finger with lewdness so obscene I'd never even thought of before, but that haunts me to this day. Mandy giggled. "I'm gonna suck this here cock and make him squirt in my mouth!" "Go on, sweetheart!" her mother urged "Drain that cum right out of his balls!" Millie went down on me with an urgency I couldn't believe. "Oh, yeah, lick it all up, baby!" her mother whispered throatily. "Does it taste good?" "Ummm, yeah, tastes great!" The mother was actually fisting herself now and it was obvious she was coming hard. All I could see was the whites of her eyes. Meanwhile Millie was sucking away and mewling with pleasure. I closed my eyes and gave myself to her. I felt a hand on my neck and realized the mother was next to me. "I'm joining in if you don't mind." "Come on, join us, lover," I croaked. She lay down on the carpet. "Kneel over me, Farrell, I wanna lick your balls." I lowered myself so that I was straddling her face. Millie followed me down, never losing her grip on my dick. I felt my balls touch the mother's nose then winced in pleasure as she started nuzzling them even as Millie licked the underside of my dick. Her mother's wet tongue swirled all over my nuts while I held Millie's head in place as she sucked contentedly. The mother was writhing beneath me. I figured she could see Millie's mouth working me over and had gotten hotter than ever. Moist, liquidy sounds came out of both their mouths as they continued playing with me. The mother deserted my balls and sent her tongue into the crack of my ass, tickling my asshole. My balls hung over her face as she lapped at my puckered hole. Then she was sucking my balls into her mouth again. Suddenly, I realized they were kissing and I was fending for myself. Rising up, I twisted Millie's ass, got my angle and stuck it in her twat. She reacted immediately, humping her hips up and down, even fucking the air when I fell out. "Oops!" she cried and reached back to reinsert me then cupped one hand around my ass as though it would be enough to keep me in. It worked. They were still swapping spit when I started to come. "No!" Millie yelled in anguish and both women scrambled around to face my dick as I finally began to spurt. Like hungry fishes with their mouths open wide, I fed them --- holding my dick first to one, then the other. Millie managed to get me into her mouth as her mother busied herself with whatever she could get her hungry lips on. When Millie let me slip from her mouth for an instant, her mother pounced on it, gobbling me deep into her throat. I could swear she was trying to swallow my cock. As soon as they were satisfied that I was finished cumming, they deserted me for each another. "Straddle me, honey," the mother instructed her daughter as she spread her legs wide and hoisted her skirt up around her waist. "Sit on my face." I watched entranced as a drop of sweat fell and landed on one of her stiff nipples. With a soft moan, Millie dipped her head and licked it off. The mother stroked her hands up her daughter's thighs, cupping her firm young ass, squeezing the asscheeks, leaving bright red marks then found a new game and with the fingers of one hand teased Millie's light red asshole. "Ohhhh, Mother!" "Wait til I start eating your twat girl!" "Ohhhh, YES!" "Squeeze my titties," the mother groaned, cupping Millie's ass firmly. With an intake of breath, Millie began to fondle her mother's tits, first one, and then the other. Her eyes were bright as she caressed the stiff, hard nipples. Then her mother's tongue went to work. "Ahhhhhh!" "Christ Millie, your cunt's foaming with juice!" She proved it to me by sucking loudly on her daughter who was twisting and writhing under her mother's thrusting tongue. Then she leaned far over and took her mother's fat nipple between her teeth. "Ohhhh, Millie!" the mother crooned as her daughter suddenly closed a hot mouth over her tit, sucking hard on the rigid nipple. "Mmmm mmm, baby, that's nice! Mommy likes that very much!" Mandy drew back, giggling shyly. "You taste good, Mommy." "Ohhhh, God, sweetheart!" "Is it okay, Mother?" "It's great, Honey." Millie buried her face into her mother's big tits, going from one nipple to the other. "Oh Mother! I'm soooo hot! Finish me . . . please?" "Millie . . . ohhhh, baby!" the mother cried in a soft, emotional voice. "Your cunt's so pretty!" I was fully erect again. "So wet," her mother moaned. "So soft and wet . . . . " She was inserting two fingers into Millie. "Look baby, Farrell has another boner for us!" "Ohhhh, that's nice." "His cock, Honey?" "No, your fingers. But he has a lovely cock too." "Ummm, we'll fuck him in a little while, Honey. Meanwhile I'm gonna eat you out, so hang on now." Millie began to bounce up and down, riding her mother's mouth with a slow, rocking motion. But the fiery sensations of her mother's active tongue galvanized her into action and with a squeal she began pounding up and down, slapping her cunt down onto her mother's mouth, then lifting up until she almost lost the tongue that was bedeviling her, only to ram down again, harder and faster. Gasping hotly, the mother fastened firmly upon her daughter's cunt. I saw a white froth of cunt juice forming on her mouth. Millie gurgled and sobbed in ecstasy, as her mother spread her lips further apart and pushed against her with a fierce intensity. Eyes closed, Millie fucked faster and faster, her cunt on fire as she ground it against her mother's persistent tongue. She frantically brought a hand to her twat, rubbing and agitating her swollen clit as she stuffed her cunt into her mother's ever-eager mouth. Millie face was contorted as she flailed her arms about, screaming long and loud as she twisted and squirmed through a series of orgasms and then passed out. I didn't hesitate. Grabbing the mother I positioned her for a doggy-style fuck. Her naked ass whipped about, sliding back and forth as I watched her flame red cunt devour my dick. Taking a firm grip on her pendulous tits, I pounded the meat to her so hard the couch started to rock. "Oooh, Jesus! Baby, this is wonderful!" The mother sobbed. "Nothing like a good hard fuck is there?" "God, what a cock you have, Farrell!" "What do you like about it?" I groaned, panting heavily. "It's so hard . . . Unngghh!" "That's all?" "I can feel you . . . so deep! Ohhhh, fuck me, baby!" Millie had revived and was wiping my face with a wash cloth. "Thanks baby, I appreciate that," I told her. We had a rhythm now, the mother and I. I thrust my dick up as she came down, creating wet, slurping sounds from her juicy cunt. She was screaming with ecstasy, fucking as hard and frantically as possible. She shot a hand behind her seesawing ass and clutched my balls, squeezing them, pulling them. "Ohhh, your balls are so hard!" she gasped. "Give it to me!" "Trying!" "Ohhh, squirt that sweet cum up my cunt! Come in my pussy . . . I want it in my cunt!" "Are you gonna come, Mom?" Millie asked. "GOD YES!" Followed by a shrieking, "FUCK ME HARDER!" Her ass bounced faster and faster. I kept stabbing my dick into her cunt. I was frenzied, grinding against her and trembling at the same time. Millie dug her fingers into her mother's tits and squeezed, I saw nipples protruding from her clenched fingers. With a wild cry, she came, her cunt gripped my dick in flexing waves, squeezing and sucking. She rammed her cunt down tightly on me, her hips jerking back and forth. She screamed loudly again, her head twisting and hair flying. Then I was coming, spewing a load into that gaping, sucking vacuum she called a cunt. As I leaned back, Millie stuck her tit into my mouth and I sucked frantically on it. Then with a groan I collapsed on the floor. "Suck my tits!" Millie screamed. "Don't stop! Suck my fucking tits!" "Just a second, bitch!" I growled. The mother laughed at our antics. I chewed Millie's nipple for a while, then licked my way up to her face, swirling my tongue over Millie's chin, before invading her sweet, hot mouth. She closed her lips over my tongue and sucked at it. "Use your fingers on me, come on, come on!" She gasped before continuing the kiss. "Fuck her with your fingers," the mother urged, "Go on!" I nodded and finger-fucked her into a frenzied state. Ramming the four fingers of my right hand deep into her gooey pussy, then twisting them this way and that as she started to come. Millie's hips twisted and arched. The wet sounds of my fucking fingers mingled with those of the mother's mouth on my limp dick as she tried to revive me. "Ooooh, I feel like I'm gonna come!" Millie squealed. "Make me come!" "Come for me bitch! Come!" "Oooooohh God, make me come!" Millie howled clawing at her overheated clit as my fingers mashed her cunt. Her tits jiggled and her hips darted back and forth, her ass bunched tightly as she prepared to explode. "I'm gonna come, Momma!" she groaned. "Ohhhh, shit! I'm gonna come so fucking hard!" I rolled away from Millie as the orgasm blasted through her and grabbed for the mother. "You have something else in mind?" She smiled. I didn't reply. I just slid my arms around her hips and cupping her ass, pulled her pussy toward to my face. "Gonna suck your cunt! "Ohhhh, baby, I knew you would!" The mother gurgled in pleasure and held her pussy open for me. "Ooooh yesssss! Kiss me right on the cunt, loverman!" She gasped in delight as I nibbled about her soft, wet pussy. As my tongue darted here and there, her ass jerked back and forth. "Inside!" she cried. "Push your tongue inside me! Fuck me with your tongue!" I plunged into her and she whipped her ass about, gurgling and whimpering with ecstasy. She rubbed and twisted, smearing her pussy against my slurping lips. She looked down between her tits at my face, seeing my eyes looking back at her. "Eat me, eat me!" she cried out. "Suck my hot cunt!" She screamed loudly as she squirmed, jerking her hips, rubbing herself into my face. I felt her hands behind my head pulling my mouth as tight as she could into her viscous pussy. "I'm about to come!" she wailed "Then do it!" "Ooooh, make me come! I want to come in your face, in your mouth!" "Come for me bitch!" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" "Ohhhh, eat my cunt and . . . OHHHHHhhh!" With a shout, she came. Her cunt contracted around my tongue, sucking on it. I gripped her twisting ass tightly, burying my face as deep as possible, loving the feel of her soft satiny inner thighs squeezing my head. She trembled violently and came. I looked up at her, my lower face still pressed into her cunt, watching her tits, and how her light-brown nipples jutted upward. She looked down at me, a satisfied smile on her glowing face. "God, baby you were good!" she breathed. "Do you always give head that good?" "I always do my best baby," I said chuckling. The three of us were strewn about the floor in various obscene positions. It took a while, but I began to stiffen up again. "Now if the two of you will lay face down on the couch and lift your asses, I'll hit both of you in the shitter." "Oh Christ," she said. "Millie, are you up for this?" "If you can do it, so can I." Millie said and moved into position, even spreading her cheeks apart. Does my asshole look too little?" I lubed my finger in her mother's cunt and tried entering Millie with it. "It's kinda tight Millie, but I don't see why not." Then the tip of my finger slipped past the pucker and into her rubbery little anus. "Oh, shit!" Millie exclaimed. "Rather you didn't use that word," I said. "Okay," she said and bit her lip in anticipation of my driving it home. But I poked my dick against her mother's hole, which was slightly open from her own fingering. I slipped in easily and commenced a slow deliberate stroking. "Feels good, Farrell, what about Millie?" "Let's let her see how easily you accept me, then I'll try her." I began fucking Millie with my finger as I fucked her mother's ass. They were both moaning in tandem. Millie started to shake her ass, moaning throatily into her mother's face, sticking her tongue out. Her Mother gobbled it into her mouth as I watched. Pulling my finger from Millie's asshole, I gripped her twisting young hips and pushed my open lips hard around the crinkle, forcing my tongue as deep as it would go. Millie gasped loudly and churned her tight little ass into my face. I pumped furiously into the mother and then pulled out with a pop. I figured Millie was ready for me waiting patiently with her ass raised, providing me the best target possible. Glancing once at my dick standing stiffly as if waiting orders, I smeared her mother's juices over her tight asshole, lined my dick up and pressed it in. "Yeow! That hurts!" Millie cried. "It's okay honey, it won't hurt for long. You'll love it I promise." Her mother said reassuringly. "Okay, okay! Put it in!" The mother decided to help her out. "Get down on your hands and knees, baby," she told her daughter. "It will be better that way. Farrell can kneel behind you, and you'll be the right height for him to fuck you there. Millie dropped to all fours, her head lolling as she waited breathlessly for me to stick my dick into her tight little asshole. On her knees beside us, the mother placed one hand on her daughter's ass, helping to spread the asscheeks wider. Then leant down, and ran her tongue over the head of my stiffened dick. "Can't get enough of a good thing," she whispered, then turning her head, she lapped hotly at her daughter's exposed asshole a few times before licking away the slimy juices I had smeared on Millie's satiny cheeks. I Do ... Both Mother & Daughter "Fuck her now, Farrell," she whispered hotly. "She's ready. Fuck her now!" Cupping the tiny cheeks of Millie's ass, I spread her asshole open, as she held her breath with anticipation. The pink crinkle of Millie's asshole seemed to suck inward as head of my dick pressed against it. A soft whimper escaped her lips. I ran the tip of my cock up and down her ass crack, from her delightful cunt, to her puckered brown hole, teasing her. "So far so good," Millie said breathlessly as she wiggled her ass temptingly. "Can you see the target?" She giggled. "The target is in sight, Millie." "Mmmmm, come on then." "Are you really ready, Millie?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "She's ready and waiting, do it for fuck's sake!" The mother growled. "And save some for me!" I began to force the round head of my dick inward. Millie held her breath, as she awaited more than feeling the pressure of my cock pushing at the ultra-tight opening. It was time, I shoved, and the head of my dick was an inch inside her. Millie gasped, and her fingers clenched the couch. Her mother was cooing soft words into her ear and placing kisses all over her face. "It feels kinda funny and hurts some, but not much. I kinda like it. It really fills me up in there." "Want me to play with your pussy honey?" "Oh yeah, Mother!" Meanwhile, I kept at it, pressing relentlessly, not too fast but steadily. Slowly my dick disappeared inside her tight, hot little asshole. "It feels good," Millie said. "Look at it going in!" The mother cried out in wonder; her eyes were wide and shiny. I found myself grunting her tightness was overwhelming. Suddenly I was laughing because her mother was licking my balls and Millie's cunt. "Push back on my dick, baby!" I moaned. Millie obliged, sliding her ass back to me, fucking her asshole onto my throbbing dick. Her little pink pucker kept stretching and was now nipping at the base of my dick. The cheeks of her ass came to rest against my lower belly. I was all the way in. Millie's ass trembled, and then she began to squirm. "Fuck me! Slide that prick in and out! Ohhhh that feels soooo good!" I was trying to savor the moment, realizing that I still had the mother to contend with, but Millie grew impatient and pulled her ass forward on my dick, dragging her tiny, stretched ass ring over my dick and causing me some pain. I groaned with the incredible mixture of pleasure and pain, but Millie ignored me moving her hips forward until only my swollen dick-head was left inside. We both groaned, and then she demonstrated her considerable talent by wiggling that ass of hers in a spastic circling motion, before moving back onto my dick again, tentatively at first, then more forcefully as the pain lessened and the pleasure grew. I found it utterly amazing to see her hot, buttery asshole clinging to my prick. Her tits, I chided myself, I had to play with her tits and did, fondling them with one hand while the other kept us connected as she whimpered in pleasure. Pinching her nipple one last time I abandoned her tits and concentrated on getting her off, pulling out when she moved forward and stabbing it in when she pushed back. The mother remained transfixed alongside me, lustfully watching Millie's pink crinkle cave in and suck out as we fucked. We were so wet both our inner thighs glistened with the combined coating of our mixed juices. The mother tried her best to fist Millie, but could only get three or four fingers in. We were moving to much for her to close her hand and slip the fist in. It didn't seem to make a difference to Millie who was squealing in ecstasy. "Oh, Millie, your pretty cunt is so fucking wet, so fucking hot, baby!" I added fuel to the fire. "Yeah babe, your ass is a fuckin' oven! My dick is toast!" "Baby, you're about to come!" her mother sobbed. "I can feel it in your cunt and you're going to come!" "Ooooh, I sure am, Mother!" Millie moaned, thrusting her ass backward, the friction of my dick up her asshole was sending tremors through her entire body. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" "That's the way babe, come on, cum for me!" "I'm cumming in both holes at the same time!" She sounded incredulous. I slapped her ass two or three times as she came, hoping that would increase the intensity of her climax. I don't know if it did or not but she was still coming when I pulled out and slammed it into her mother. "Ohhhhhh, God you're tight, Baby!" I gasped, although I was already deep within her. "Fuck me, Farrell!" The mother groaned. "I just love it in my ass!" "Sure baby, sure. How are you Millie?" "Ohhhh, wonderful. I'm still coming a little." Her eyes widened. "Oh! Is that how I looked?" Wiping the sweat from my eyes as I continued pounding the mother's ass, I asked Millie, "What do you mean?" "My hole. Did it stretch like that?" "More than that honey, more than that. Your mother's had a prick or two up there before; she's a lot looser than you were." "My God," she said almost in awe of what she'd done. "Farrell?" The mother asked. "Yeah?" "Did you clean your prick off before putting it in me?" "No. Sorry, the heat of the moment you know?" "God damn it! Millie, make sure I have an enema after this session. I don't want to get an infection." "Sure mother." "Ummm mmmm, watching him fuck me up my ass, Millie?" "I am mother, I am!" "I can see his big cock going way deep inside your ass!" "You can?" Oh, fuck her, Farrell! Fuck her good!" "Ohhhh, I love it!" The mother groaned. Millie stabbed a finger into her mother's cunt, thrusting it in and out as my weary balls banged at her knuckles. The mother was churning her ass in rhythm to my thrusts. I was getting very tired. "Millie!" "What?" "Sit on the fucking couch. Put your twat in my face!" "Sure thing!" And Millie jumped on the couch and slid her cunt right up against her mother's open mouth. She was lapping away in seconds, emitting soft cries as she licked and sucked Millie's cunt while Millie squeezed her tits together. I remembered seeing stains on the couch earlier. Now I knew how they'd gotten there. I kept pumping. Her spread ass cheeks smacked against me and her soft cries grew louder. "I . . . I'm close!" Decision time. I opted to use the last of my energy on a spectacular finish. Fucking harder and harder, deep thrusts that made her body quiver and shake. She was no longer able to eat Millie, who slithered down behind us to view my penetration from that angle. Ahhhhhh, Farrell! I can feel your cock throbbing . . . feel it jerk inside my ass!" "Good, huh?" "YESSSSS!" "Want more?" "Oh, ram my ass! Fuck MEEEEEEEEE!" Millie began to chant. "Come in her asshole, Farrell! Let her feel your load spurt into her ass!" I didn't have much left. "She's cumming, Farrell!" Millie yelped. Fuck her harder! Really give it to her, baby!" "I can feel her cumming!" I gasped not believing the pressure the mother was applying to my poor dick by the spasms of her asshole. "Cum with me!" I screamed. I'm gonna cum now! Cum with me!" "Ahhhhhhhh! I feel your cum sizzling in my hole!" The mother shivered as she pressed her ass hard onto my spurting dick, taking the rapid squirts in a fit of numbing, squealing ecstasy. "Fill me with your cum!" She moaned as her lips parted and she made soft, hissing sounds and groaned when I pulled my limp dick out. It was covered with specks of shit. Millie lovingly applied a washcloth to my dick and then did her mother's ass. What a girl this Millie was. The mother lay across the couch, sprawled on her stomach, her puckered asshole gaped at me, clutching for the cock that was no longer there, drooling our commingled juices and sperm onto the couch. Her arms were flung above her redhead. Now and then a tremor rippled through her body and a soft sigh of gratification came from her sensually parted lips. "See that, Millie," I said quietly pointing at her mother. "Yes, what?" "That's what a well fucked woman looks like." We both laughed. The mother said, "You got that right. Well fucked I am. Millie too, I think." "Oh yeah Mother. I came so much I thought I was gonna die." I just sat on the floor, leaning against the cushions of the couch, trying to recover. Millie lay on her side, next to me her head propped on one elbow, eyes aglow with pleasure. Her tits were still swollen her light-brown nipples peaked stiffly. With my left hand I teased them, causing them to rise up. She calmly stroked her cunt, rubbing her clit, dipping a finger inside now and then. We were all breathing hard. "Millie?" "Yes mother?" "I thought it was beautiful watching you take it up the ass." "Thank you. I enjoyed watching Farrell do you too." "Farrell?" "Ummm?" "You're welcome round here anytime." "Anytime?" "Well . . . take care my husband's not home." "And how would I do that?" "He's a truck driver. He's on the road most of the time." She wrote her name and number on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. "Ann?" "That's me!" "And I've been thinking of you as "Mother" all this time." "Me too. I mean I've been thinking of you the same way." "Oh?" "Mmmm, Motherfucker!" We all laughed at that. They tried to rouse my Johnson again, but he wasn't having anymore that day. I made a date with them for later that week. But as things turned out I never had them both together again. I did, however, sample both of them singly for the next few months, until I stopped that baseball with my face. Ann and Millie! What a pair! "I Do," But Not For You "We are gathered here today for a most joyous union." The priest had a kindly smile on his pale thin lips. I smiled nervously behind my veil, trying not to glance at my loving soon to husband. The truth behind my nervousness was a lot more than innocent, and had more to do with the man that stood directly behind my loving fiance James. His name was Isaac and he had a hard ebony body that was twice the size muscle, and length wise as James. I glanced at him then looked away just as quick, deciding to rest my eyes on the floor. I wasn't sure what it was about Isaac but something about him frightened me, that and what he did to me mere hours away from the wedding, I suppose I should start where it all began. I was standing in front of a full length mirror, examining how I looked in my wedding dress. I'm what many have accused as being a model but in truth I've always been your average Southern Belle with pale skin and long flowing blonde hair, and dark green eyes. One thing I've always been uncomfortable with was my full D breasts and the way they stood out. I noticed how guys would always stare at them, with thinly disguised hunger. Many of my girlfriends would often say, "Damn Kathy! You are one beautiful woman, I wish I was as good looking as you sugar!" Yet despite all the claims of beauty, I never really saw much in what they said. I now saw what my friends meant. On a whim I decided to slip my more traditional bridal panties off and slipped on the white see through ones. It wouldn't hurt to be a little naughty tonight, I was getting married after all! With a sigh she went through the painstaking process of making myself look flawless. I could care less if my friends thought I looked beautiful, I was determined to make this - A loud knock at the front door interrupted my musings. I stood nervously, feeling a twinge in my stomach as I thought for sure it would be James's mother who never seemed to care for me all that much. When I opened it I nearly closed it again but instead said with a smile that showed off my pearly white teeth, "Hey Isaac. What can I do for you? Isaac had that ever cocky smile on his thick lips as he sized me up like I was some whore, rather than his best friends soon to be wife. I hated that look but whenever I brought it up, James would just shrug and say Isaac did that to all the girls. Finally James told Isaac to back off when I pestered him enough, but still the bastard would do it whenever James wasn't around. It looked like I would have to have another talk with my husband after the ceremony. "Damn girl, you are one fine looking bitch." His eyes were drinking me in with a hunger that scared me. I still couldn't get over the fact that my loving James's best friend was black. He had a coldness to his eyes that bespoke of purpose but I was still puzzled what this was exactly. "Mind if I come in for a bit?" Isaac was a very intimidating man so when he asked, I found myself shrugging and letting him come in. I wasn't even sure why I did this, but I trusted the man, even if he was a black guy. "Can't believe Jimmy's marrying a pretty woman like yourself." His voice was awash with emotion that I still didn't understand at this point. He was still looking at me with a hunger I knew was raw lust and it made me feel uncomfortable. "He doesn't like being called Jimmy." I replied back rather snappishly. "Ya don't like me do you?" His question was mildly put, but I still felt a chill creep up my spine. I decided at this point to level with him. So as I was painting my lips a lighter shade of red lipstick, I decided it was time to level with the man. "To be honest with you, no." "No? Come on, you haven't even given me a chance!" He sounded upset, but I wasn't about to back down. "It's cause I'm black aint it?" "Don't be ridiculous!" I snapped, although there was more truth to this question than I cared to admit. "I don't like the way you're checking me out all the time. Even now, after getting married in no more than two hours you are here. That isn't very nice to James or respectable to me." "Shit! Can you blame me?" His voice was a growl, it scared me more now as I realized that I was alone with this guy that I barely hung around with. "Yer one of the sexiest girls I know. Shit as many girls as I've fucked, I've never had a hot bitch like yourself." I didn't even bother to turn around, just concentrated on making sure I looked sexy in the little mirror. I was clearly feeling irritated as I hated when someone used the B word. Not to mention how Isaac seemed to love to lust after me, even though he had his fair share of women to pick from. With a sigh, I put the lipstick down and turned, and bit off a cry at the sight that greeted me. Isaac was completely nude with the exception of his socks. This was startling enough, but what kept my eye was how Isaac was fully hard and with a penis easily twice the size and three times as thick as James. Far from provoking lust, I felt a rage building instead. "Get dressed and get the fuck out of this room!" I nearly screamed, my eyes still looking at that damn big dick that seemed to hypnotized me against my will. "Fuck no!" He growled, approaching me with a coldness that never left his eyes. I knew immediately that Isaac meant business, this wasn't the friend I was accustomed to seeing. His cock was bouncing freely around, but the sight that would be nearly comical was sheer terror for me. I was bound and determined to get the Hell out of here. Panicked I tried to run passed Isaac but he had effortlessly captured me in his powerful arms. I wasn't going to let him have me so I fought fiercely back as he proceeded to bend me over and lift my wedding dress over my hips. He fingered the crotch of my panties lightly, causing me to whimper. "Love these panties." He grunted, before fiercely ripping them off that caused me to cry in protest. "Quiet or I'll have to seriously hurt you." I had little choice so I bit my lower lip, and closed my eyes as I felt his hands finger my pussy. It was a disgusting feeling. The fear of what this man would do to me if I fought held me back from putting on much of a fight. The fear that this bastard would rape me crossed my mind more than a couple of times, but I wasn't going to try and run and make it worse, not yet anyway. He expertly parted my pussy lips with his finger, causing me to instinctively shudder. I felt a dull ache in the pit of my stomach as I had little doubt what this bastard would do. I thought he would tear off my wedding dress, but instead he was fine with me keeping it on. His hands felt like a monsters paws as he patted my ass, and roughly massaged it till I cried in protest. "I- You're not going to get away with this!" I tearfully sniffled as Isaac continued to take his time with me. "When James finds out about this, he'll hate you for life!" "James?" He chuckled as if I said something funny. "Oh please! I've been fucking every white bitch that he's ever dated and he's yet to know about a one. You'll be no exception. I have a feeling about you, and I'm almost never wrong." I couldn't begin to fathom what he meant by, "I have a feeling about you," and I didn't really care. All I cared about was getting out of this in one piece. The only thing that seemed to work was dialogue, so this is what I'll try and do." "Wh-What do you mean that you've fucked every white bitch my James had been dating?" "It's what it means," His breath smelt like onions as he hoarsely whispered in my ear, "Every girlfriend, which I admit yer little Jimmy have had, have been few and far between, I've fucked raw. The idiot was never the wiser." I didn't know how to respond to that. All I knew at this point in time was that I had to find a way out of this man's clutches. The only idea that I had through my racing mind, was to talk him out of this. "Pl-please let me go..." I wanted to run, but I was afraid that he would hurt me. "I-I" "Shhh!" His hiss was insistent and angry. "I know you want it baby. Just keep your mouth shut, and let me do what you've been wanting." I simply didn't know what Isaac was talking about. The fear at the pit of my stomach grew to fruition as he forced me on my knees, so my pussy was faced directly towards my soon to be rapist. I wanted to fight, and to this day I will never be able to explain why I gave up. I suppose I was scared of him, afraid of his powerful black body that represented everything I was taught to be weary of with men. It could also be that huge cock between his legs, and the fear that he would put it inside of me was compounded by the realization that if I fought too hard, that he would hurt me. James was way smaller than this guy. I of course never measured it, but it always reminded me dimly of a little boys. I know such thoughts were unbecoming from a woman just about to marry him, but I just couldn't help but make those types of comparisons. I was never a woman that needed a huge cock, as a matter of fact I considered a big penis silly and unrealistic. Something that adolescent boys dreamed up to compensate for something that they lacked, and equally immature girls who had complained about their significant others lack of skills. I clenched the floor, as I felt the tip of his huge black cock penetrate my very tight pussy. An unwelcome jolt traveled up my spine. No way this monster would fit inside of me, and I tried once more to plead with my attacker. "I-Isaac please stop," I clinched the carpet harder as I felt more of this thick black cock part, and sink further into my folds. "I don't know wh-what you thought about me being interested in you, but you are just wrong. I love James and want to spend the rest of my life with him. I'm a faithful woman to my loving husband who just wants you to stop." "Yer pussy says other wise." His voice was thick with emotion that I couldn't begin to describe. "Yer wet and it wants more, I think." I groaned loudly in denial as he sunk more of his huge cock inside of me. My body may have betrayed me at this point, but I was determined to get him to stop. "What about James..." My voice was shaking as I felt myself treacherously begin to adjust to Isaac's massive size. "I'll tell him that you raped -" "Go ahead," he was chuckling at my empty threat. "Tell him and I'll simply claim that you tried to come on to me. He'll believe me, who doesn't really? James is always the gullible fool. Oh and besides yer hubby loves you, but he don't trust you completely." My mind was blank at what else to say as I felt more of that cock going inside me, the stretching of my pussy was painful, but their was a sweet ache to it that bothered me. I couldn't be enjoying what Isaac was doing to me, besides being the best man, he was my James best friend. Yet, as he pressed more of himself inside of me I could feel every inch of this man's huge cock and it scared me when I felt his balls finally pressed against me. He was balls deep. "Damn you took every fucking inch!" Isaac was stunned at how much he managed to get inside of me. "It took me at least ten minutes but I'm all the way inside of you." "Okay!" I replied with gritted teeth. "You've had your way now stop." He responded by pulling till only the tip was inside of me, and violently thrust forward, the sound of flesh slamming against flesh filling the room. I felt my mouth instinctively open as all I could see was stars, my fingers painfully bit into the carpet. I was thankful that he only did that once. My wedding dress was covering my head, hiding the look of confusion as his cock was deep inside of me. He didn't seem to move for a while after that first violent thrust, and I hoped he just came and would roll off of me. Instead much to my horror I felt him open the back of my wedding dress and half of it was down my shoulders, without further ado he unhooked my bra. A moan of unwelcome pleasure fill my mouth as I felt his hard black hands grasp my full breasts. I was scared as he slowly proceeded take me. His huge black cock slammed in and out of my white pussy, every movement tormenting me with pleasure as pain as I begged him to stop the entire time. I'm ashamed to say that I came more times than I could possibly count. The orgasms were nothing like I've ever had in my life, James simply couldn't compare to this larger than life black man. I never felt such orgasms from James, in fact I never, ever had an orgasm with James. It was something I would never admit to with anyone, not even my best friend. "God you are one tight bitch." He grunted savagely as he continued slam against me. "I swear you were a virgin." I felt the blood rush to my head, and deciding I bit my bottom lip. I wasn't a virgin of course, but I never had a man like this. His cock stretched me in ways that no man, definitely not James ever stretched. Not to mention Isaac touched places I never even knew existed. "J-just stop -- OH!" I broke off whatever I was going to say as an Earth shattering orgasm wracked my body. I saw stars as Isaac didn't even pause, just continuously pummeled my pussy without mercy. As I recovered from several other smaller orgasms, I found myself crying out for Isaac to stop. I needed to get away from this black cock, so I reminded him sharply that I had a wedding that I needed to go to. I hated myself as I felt furthered stimulated as he paused his heartless poundings. I half wondered if he was ever going to finally cum. James would have been passed out, while Isaac wasn't even done yet. "We got an hour and a half to go, sweet thing." I was ashamed to admit that pleasure radiated throughout my small white body, as he resumed rolling those hips and continued the pounding of my small white pussy with his big black cock. I wanted to escape, run for my life if I could, but another violent orgasm wracked my body. I bit my bottom lip this time, so as not to give this monster the satisfaction. It did no good as a moan, unbidden and unwanted came from deep inside of me. "Gonna cum in that fuckin' pussy." He groaned with an impeding release that was undeniable, and equally dreadful. "Noooo!" I hissed, clenching my teeth. I knew that that there was simply nothing I could do to stop him, he was just too strong for me. "UHHHHHHH!" His grunt was a grunt of primal force, as with one brutal push against me, he unleashed his black cum deep inside of my unwilling white womb. I cried in one last protest as I felt that hot seed pour into me. Thoughts of whether I might be pregnant already flooded my mind. This was my most fertile time of the year, it was one of the single most important reasons that today was planned for the wedding. Me and James were planning on having a family shortly after. There was simply no way I could keep it, James would divorce me in a heart beat... "Damn that was fucking good!" Isaac whispered, kissing me on the lips. I tried to pull away, but his strong hands wouldn't let me. Every moment of having this bastard inside of me was a painful experience and I wished he would withdraw, but instead he just laid there, his cock lodged deep inside of me. I had to wonder if that was this bastard's plan, to get me pregnant before his supposed best friend, my soon to be husband would even have a chance. Finally he pulled out, chuckling openly at the crude sloshing sound his cock made as it left my pussy. I just laid still for a long moment, trying to catch my breath when a loud knock caused me to jolt to my feet. "Dear? it's James! I heard noises and was wondering if you were okay. Is it alright if I can come in?" His voice was filled with concern. Looking around, I spotted the closet at the side of the room and gestured hurriedly for Isaac to hide. He looked equally spooked and did what I said, opening the closet door, and tightly closed the door. For my part, I hid all the evidence of what just happened and slipped some silken, more conservative panties on before turning to answer the door. "Everything's alright honey," I said sweetly. I still couldn't believe what I was doing, standing here after being taken savagely and not telling the man that I would be taken my vows with. The orgasms were fresh on my mind, coupled with the guilt of having to fight my response to Isaac's rough treatment. "That's great." James gave me a smile as he made his way inside. "I'm so glad that we're finally getting married after all this time. I'm not sure though why we had to wait a full month before well... you know... have sex. I mean we've had sex before and suddenly you wanted to wait?" "It's because I want tonight to be special, like our first time together." I spoke truthfully, although tonight was not going to be special, not with what I just went through. "I guess..." James looked visibly doubtful about my explanation. "Hey I wanted to let you know that the ceremony is going to be an extra thirty minutes late, due to my mom being late for the reception." "Oh?" I said with a certain amount of disappointment. "Well I hope that your mom isn't too late." "Well..." James looked uncomfortable before doing something bold by reaching and pulling his zipper down as he said with what he imagined was seductive, but sounded boyish to my ears, "I was thinking maybe since we have a little bit of time you and I could..." I stared at James's rigid penis, noticing how much smaller it was compared to Isaac's. Just a tiny amount of pre-cum dripped from its rigid head. I couldn't help but grasp it, noting absently that his head didn't even peak out from my small hand. He was more a boy compared to Isaac's considerable girth. I doubt he was even close to being average in girth, let alone length. "No." That simple word that came out of my mouth surprised even me. The truth was I didn't want him to see or possibly know that his best friend just came inside of his loving soon to be wife. I didn't want him to even suspect. "I'm sorry dear, I just think it would be best to wait till tonight. Now go to the altar and wait for me. Okay? It's bad luck for you to even be here." I watched as my betrothed zipped up his pants, and left with an irritated look in his blue eyes. James was the man that I would marry, but I realized that I would be forever altered in ways I couldn't begin to describe. The scar of being taken, no raped would be a more apt word, would be in my life forever. I turned, and nearly gasped in surprise as Isaac was standing nearly right behind me. "We're gonna do this a whole lot more, I think." I didn't know how to respond, just stared at Isaac's now fully nude body. The lust in his dark eyes scared me as I knew he was going to demand sex from me. As you may have guessed I found my eyes not locked on his eyes so much but also by that huge black cock swinging between his legs. The bastard was hard, again! "No fucking way we are!" I snapped, feeling more emboldened as I realized what I just did. Not only did Isaac force himself on me, but he also came deep inside of my pussy. In my haste to hide the evidence and get rid of James, such thoughts were completely out of my mind. Not only that, but I also denied the man I was to marry sexual pleasure. "James is to be my husband and your his best man so why don't you go wait for him at the altar while I get ready." "Not before you suck my dick." His hand reached down and waved his hard rigid cock back and forth while giving me that cocky grin that I was really growing to hate. "One last time before you walk down that aisle and kiss yer little white hubby." I gave him a defiant look with my arms crossed around my ample chest. I wasn't going to put out for this monster, but my eyes were strangely drawn to that huge dick between his legs nonetheless. "I Do," But Not For You "You heard what I told my husband." I sounded weaker than I wanted to, and hated myself for it. "Besides I have to go and walk down that aisle to kiss the man I love. I'm not doing any such thing! Now please leave." His brown eyes were cold as he stared into my blue ones as he said with every word clipped and angry, "You didn't hear me. I want you to suck my dick nice and slowly or I will show and tell your husband everything. Do you understand?" "I -- what do you mean you will show?" A chuckle at my expense. "I hid a camera in here. Now do what your told or I'll have to get rough with you again. You don't want that do you?" I was speechless as I realized that if Isaac was telling the truth, then he had some serious leverage to use against me. Everything was now out of my hands and now in Isaac's. Nervously I got on my knees as my small white hand grasped his incredibly large cock. The contrast between my white skin against that black smooth cock was startling, not to mention the way my diamond ring glittered ever so tentatively against the overhead light. I wanted to bolt in fear, but instead I slowly jerked this bastard off. "Shouldn't I at least take my wedding gown off?" "No, keep it on. It looks fucking sexy with you all dressed up about to get married and sucking my dick like a nice little slut.." I glared at him in disgust, but I continued to jerk him off slowly. With some reluctance I placed my tongue against the head, tasting his salty pre-cum. Amazingly it wasn't as nasty as I imagined it to be. Yet it was highly doubtful that I would even be able to fit the whole thing in my mouth. I wouldn't even begin to know how to get half of him down my throat, yet I had to try. It took some attempts, but I managed to get his big cock down my throat. A gagging sound filled the room and I began to pull away, when he pushed me back in place. "Don't even think of pulling away!" His voice a hiss. I couldn't believe how I was doing something that I just denied to my soon to be husband. This was so wrong, yet I felt... as I continued blowing this bastard, a sort of stirring in my loins that most disturbed me. What kind of woman was I to allow this man to not only cum inside of me, but also being coerced to give him a blow job. "Damn ya feel amazing." A grunt, his hands shook some as held me steady as I slurped on his cock. It took ten long minutes, that felt like an eternity for him to unleash his cum deep down my throat. I held myself still and drank every drop that would look like eagerness to the casual observer, but was in reality just me trying to prevent any cum to touch my dress. As Isaac got dressed, I brushed my dress in place. I glanced at myself carefully in the mirror to make sure no evidence of what just happened showed. As I was doing so, Isaac simply stood at my side with a nasty little leer that made me shiver. "This is just the beginning." He was openly gloating, his beefy arm clasped me close to him. "We're gonna be doing a lot more of this for now on." I didn't know how to respond to this, so I decided to just keep my eyes on the mirror. I knew I should have pushed him away and say more in the way of defiance, and reestablish my love towards James. Instead I wondered how long I would be able to keep this a secret, horrified at the thought of James finding out about what just happened, and may very well continue to happen. "Don't worry about James," he said with that usual cocky swagger that threw me off. "The boy's an idiot. I didn't lie when I told you I've fucked every single one of his girlfriends and he was never the wiser. He aint the brightest man around. That's for sure." "What if I get pregnant?" I whimpered at the horror of my situation. "Doncha worry about that. If I get you pregnant you'll get an abortion and he'll be none the wiser." I flushed as I was conservative when it came to the issue of abortion. All I could hope for is that he didn't get me pregnant and I could start up taking the pill again. James wanted to have kids but I simply couldn't risk it at this point. No, that would simply have to be another thing I would have to deny to the man I professed to love. Mercifully he left my side and the room, but not my thoughts. End Of Part One I DO! I Do Believe in Ghosts! It was May 5th... I was driving back to Pittsburgh after spending some time in California, and why I took the southern route instead of that dull and boring I-70 through the heartland, I'll never know, but there I was, just moseying along I-40, my hands tapping the steering wheel to the rhythm on the radio... had to keep rollin'... (little poetic license there; still thinking about my last Twisted Tune, don't ya know!) ... when all of a sudden my usually reliable Jeep Cherokee started coughing and spitting and chug-a-lugging. It finally coasted to a stop on the edge of the road near the exit ramp for a little town called El Reno, and wouldn't you know it, Murphy's Law kicked in. Not a soul in sight! And it was a hot day, too. And this was before cell phones were invented. So... after waiting for the white smoke from under the hood to go away, I tried to start my Jeep again, and it just wouldn't turn over. Lots of idiot lights lit on the dashboard, though! I popped the hood and one look was all I needed to know that I was pretty much fucked... up the creek (or "crick" as we say in Western Pennsylvania) without a paddle... water and oil laying in puddles all over the place... a blown head gasket for sure. But, like I said, I was very close to the exit ramp for that little town, and I could see the sign for a Shell station. It wasn't so far to walk... yeah, right. I should've stayed on the pavement instead of trying to short-cut it by walking through the field, but me thinking the shortest distance between two points is a straight line and all... Anyway, after I got myself out of that ditch I fell in halfway across that field, and made it back to the road and walked to that Shell station... yep... Murphy's Law. They really should've put that "for sale" sign in a more prominent spot! But, it was early enough, and I could see the tell-tale indications of civilization down the road from where I stood looking at an empty Shell station, and so I tossed my Marlboro Menthol Light 100 on the abandoned tarmac... the gas pumps were gone, so I figured it was safe enough... and headed into the little town. Sure enough, there was a service station... a couple, actually, and one of them was indeed a Shell, so that's the one I picked. Why? Beats the shit outta me... maybe I thought it was a good omen, or something. Told the guy what happened, rode with him in his tow truck (not knowing he was charging mileage) all the way back to the last exit I had passed before I broke down so he could turn around and come back to get my Jeep. Why he didn't just cross over the grass medial strip, I don't know... (maybe because he was charging mileage!)... Anyway, he got my ride back to his garage, told me what I already knew... blown head gasket... and told me also what I really didn't want to know. "Ah, well, ya see Mr. Lentz... this is a major repair here. And I don't keep these parts in stock. But, we got a Jeep dealership in town... I can get the part, but this is going to be an all-day job with the labor and all..." And to think I thought I was done with Murphy for the day... "But, I tell ya what, Mr. Lentz... if ya don't mind hanging around til tomorra, I'll have her ready for you, oh, say about noontime." Well... seemed like a nice little town to take a break in, and, well... what else could I do? The old guy directed me to a nice little hotel just down the street; even called ahead to make sure they had a room. Even gave me a ride, even though a couple of blocks wouldn't have killed me. So, it wasn't so bad. But it was still early enough in the day, and I didn't feel like laying around in a hotel room watching t.v., so I headed out to explore the town. It reminded me of those towns you see in those western genre movies or television shows. Except that the main street was blacktop with lines painted on it instead of dirt. There was an actual saloon, though... with the batwing doors... neat! And, yep... cowboys! Just like in the movies, except instead of horses tied to a hitching post, there were lots of pickup trucks parked in those angle parking spaces. A nice little town. So, I went into the saloon (almost expecting to see a bunch of gunslingers playing cards and shooting someone for cheating!) and had a nice lunch and a couple cold beers. Played some pool, but even that got boring after awhile. I got up to leave, but stopped in mid-stride halfway to the batwing doors. It was weird. Like a premonition or something that I was being followed. Know what I mean? When I turned around, there was nobody there; I mean no one standing behind me. But still, I could smell a faint aroma of some really nice perfume. Girly kind of stuff... and that was weird, because there weren't any women in the place, and I hadn't smelled it until that particular moment. It was just there. Like there was a woman standing there. And then, after convincing myself that I was imagining things, I felt something brush against me; like a person would accidentally bump into you on a sidewalk. Talk about goosebumps! Whew! And that's when things really started getting weird. Whoever said ghosts don't walk around in broad daylight obviously doesn't know much about ghosts! And I'm sure if I had looked in the mirror behind the bar that day I would've seen my summer tan turn just as white as a ghost, too! Why I didn't piss my pants that day, I don't know, but before I could convince myself that it was just a hallucination, the presence I felt brushing up against me appeared in front of me... kind of translucent, you know? It was a woman, dressed in those old-fashioned clothes... what do they call them... hoop skirts, or something like that. You know what I'm talking about... the kind that Miss Kitty wore in Gunsmoke. She just stood there looking at me. Then after a couple minutes, she just went through the doors, and I mean, right through them... the way ghosts do. She motioned for me to follow her, and me being kind of dumb and disbelieving... well, I followed her. Why someone didn't call the men with white jackets for me that day, I don't know, but there I was trotting down the sidewalk trying to catch up with this ghost... even hollered "Hey, wait up!" (That little old lady must've thought I was a pervert or something when I hollered again... "Hey! Sweet Thing! Where you going!") After a couple blocks, I found myself standing in front of the public library. I was sure I saw that woman, okay, ghost... go in there, but when I went inside, she wasn't there. Just regular people. I thought about asking someone if a woman wearing a Miss Kitty costume just now walked through, but me being a stranger and all, well... I figured it was best not to say something like that. I was finally convinced that the whole little adventure was really just a hallucination... blame it on the heat, or whatever else I could blame it on. But, as I was heading back to the door, I saw her again. She was at the top of a staircase, looking at me. I waved (well, almost... I remembered that I was trying to believe I really hadn't seen a ghost) and she waved back... and motioned me to join her. WELL! Why I passed on the second opportunity of that day to piss my pants, I'll never know, but being the kinda curious guy I often am, I went up the stairs. By the time I got to where I had seen her, she was doing that osmosis thing through a door halfway down the hall. So, I followed her, and like the perfect gentleman that I am, I knocked on the door. It opened by itself, and it was neat... looked like a little studio apartment... only more like one of those hotel rooms you see in the old western genre movies. You know... plain furniture, quilt, a big old water pitcher setting inside a wash basin. Talk about crossing over to the Twilight Zone! Whew! I know what you're thinking. So, I'll tell you. No, I wasn't on drugs, but maybe I did have one or four too many beers that day... Anyway, once inside the room, the door closed itself, and that's when things get a little more fuzzy in my head. I mean, I can't remember all the details, but I'm pretty sure I got laid somehow! Because when I woke up, I wasn't wearing any clothes, and I was back in the hotel room that I had rented for the night. I was all alone, but the strangest thing was that I could still smell that perfume. And, I was laying on a quilt... a quilt that wasn't there when I left my stuff in the room before heading out to explore the little town. But wait! There's more! The next day after I picked up my Jeep, I drove back through town. I wanted to see if there was a library. And, there was. I parked in one of those angled spots in front of the building and went inside, and off to the left was a staircase. On the wall behind the main circle desk, was a portrait of a woman... an old-fashioned looking woman... kinda like Miss Kitty from Gunsmoke... it was HER! The ghost! Why I didn't piss my pants then AND faint, I don't know, but let me tell you what! Goosebumps! My God! More like goosebumps on top of goosebumps! And a major shivering spell up and down my spine! The librarian must've been getting ready to call 9-1-1 ... "Man down in the library... possible seizure." I shook myself back to normal just as the librarian approached me. She asked if I was alright, and I said I was... "But, I'm curious," I said. "Who is that woman in the painting?" "Oh, she was the first librarian here, back in 1865 when it opened. Nice girl, as I've been told, but she was a bit of a wild child. Back then, the librarian had a room upstairs, and one night she took a stranger up there with her after she closed up the library for the night. Legend has it that she kinda went crazy that night... and the stranger was never seen again." (Gulp!) "Ah yup," the woman continued, "Legends says she roams the town now, still looking for that guy, but I imagine that's just a bunch of tall tales... Sir? Hey, mister? HEY! You okay? Someone call 9-1-1 ... this man just now fainted!" I Do It for Him I've been asked why I do it and for some reason "Because he wants me to," isn't a good enough answer. I got such dirty looks I stopped telling people. He was married when we started fucking. It was no big deal. That first time we were just both drunk and he suggested a hotel room and I said okay. That night was pretty normal. I fucked him and we passed out. It was when I woke up in the middle of the night and he was kneeling over me jacking off that I discovered how deviant he was. I don't say deviant like its bad. Deviant just means he likes things that aren't the old fashioned you and me in bed with the lights off. It was like 3:00 am and he was jacking off. I woke up and was like, "What the hell?" he told me to lie there, to go back to sleep. I wasn't going to go back to sleep so I just watched him. He jacked off until he came on my face and my tits. I went to wipe it away and he said leave it. We kept dating and everyone said he was never going to leave her. I had fallen in love with him though. He was the sweetest man. He was nice to me. He was nice to my mother. He was nice to my brother when he came to town and he even tolerated a visit to my drunken asshole father. He still went home every night though. I thought when she found out she would leave him or throw him out and it would be all good but it wasn't. She knew he was a deviant too. They were swingers, that's how she dealt with him. That was a lot to compete with. I told him I would be cool with it too. He couldn't take me the places he took her, everyone there knew her. We had to take a trip. It's about three hours to another good sized city. We went there. I never would have gone to those sorts of things for anyone else but I did for him. He liked to watch me. I am much younger than him. I was only 24 - he was almost forty. Most of the swingers were like forty so I was popular. He liked to watch me take on the old guys. They liked to perform oral sex on me and that was nice. They all took those blue pills so they would fuck until I thought they were having heart attacks. I liked the attention; I liked how he liked me doing it. One time he had set it up so there weren't any other woman. He had five guys for me. It was a lot. I was sore but I did it. It made him happy. It was at a swinger party that he gave me my advantage over his wife. I finally had something. She didn't like girls. She didn't like them at all. I guess its because she was older and it used to be a bigger deal. I have kissed plenty of girls so it wasn't that big a deal. They weren't girls, they were women, and most of them were as old as my mom. I learned to like it I guess. I did a lot of it. The women who liked girls loved me. I have nice breasts, they aren't huge but they are nice. I have thick strong legs and I tend to think they look fat sometimes but a big ass is pretty popular. I did the women and it was working. When we would drive over to a party we would stay the night. I finally got to wake up with him. I could go further. There were other things she wouldn't do either. I don't ask myself if I want to do them. I ask if Daddy would like it. I knew he liked to jack off on me. He did it sometimes while we were fucking. He liked it at the parties when guys would do it to me too. I asked if there were other things he wanted to do when I was asleep. He said he had some ideas but that I wouldn't be able to sleep if he did them. I told him he should tie me down. Then he could do what he wanted. It wasn't anything crazy at first. He would tie me to my bed, my bed was perfect for it. I had one of those old four posters from my Mom's house. He would blindfold me. He always started by jacking off. He liked to jack off on my face or in my mouth. He played with my tits a lot. He would tease them really hard and pinch them. I would get loud when it hurt so he used my dildo. He put it in my mouth so I just moaned. He would pinch them or tease them till they hurt. He pinched my pussy - my lips and my clit. It would hurt too. He would fuck me. He would use his dick and his fingers and my dildos and he bought a big vibrator. It was so wide I didn't think I could take it but I did. He started to tie me up different ways, mostly so he could fuck my ass. He liked to keep me tied up for a long time, hours. It meant he would stay the night. He would tie me up until my arms and legs were asleep and then he would fuck me or something when I couldn't move. The pins and needles would start, like when your leg falls asleep. It was intense and I would cry but I knew it would be okay because he would hold me after and I would wake up in the morning and he would be there holding me. I could do more. I knew I was close but I could do more so I asked Stephanie if she was cool with it. Stephanie was my one friend that understood. She was into this whole kink-alt thing. Her boyfriend was older too but not as old as daddy. We would have Stephanie over to my apartment. We would drink, but not too much, and we took X sometimes because Stephanie was into it but he never would take it. He liked to watch us. Stephanie would lay on the floor while I got tied up or tied down, you know what I mean, which part of me was up and which was down? At first he let Stephanie do what she wanted but then she got into doing what he told her. I didn't have to do much but suck him or lick her pussy. They did all the work. He liked to fuck her and hold my mouth to her pussy so she could come hard. He liked to do the same with me and let Stephanie lick me or sometimes fuck my ass while he fucked me. Stephanie did the trick. When she found out he was still married and we weren't really together-together he moved out and we got an apartment, just him and me. We still go to the swing parties. We have a lot more friends my age now. The younger girls, they don't always go for him so sometimes its just me and the couple while he watches and then when they leave he gets to fuck me however he wants. Sometimes he gets the girl though too. There are more girls out there like Stephanie that do it because they really want to do it, you know, the deviant stuff. I still don't think I'm in that category but does it really matter why I do it? I just do it. That should be enough. I Do Like The New Suit? "Hi baby," she walked in the living room and my eyes transfixed upon her. She walked towards me and dropped her bag on the sofa as she bent down and kissed me. "Hi sugar," I managed to say as my eyes followed her across the room. "Oh my god...," she continued as she walked through to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge, "I need to change and have a shower." She kicked her shoes to one side as she took a mouthful from the bottle. My eyes looking down her body, impressed with her suit and seeing how sexy she looked in it as she walked back through. "You wouldn't believe the meeting this afternoon," she said as she unbuttoned the jacket. She took another sip while my eyes watched the jacket open, exposing her further, but yet I could not see. "Not only did I have to explain the damn proposal," her body shifted as she placed her hand on her hip. "God, you look good," I said, watching her every move. "...But I had to," she paused, "What?" she asked. "I said, you look good," I replied. "I do," she asked, "Hell yeah," I smiled. "Why thank you," she coyly said, adjusting her body language in response to her surprise. It took her a second to pick up from where she had left off, "So anyway, do you think he knew what I was talking about?" She asked as she walked towards the table, placing down the bottle. "That has to be a new suit," I asked, still watching her as the jacket moved with her as she lifted her hands to the back of her neck, removing her necklace. I saw the curve of her ass as her body once again lent to the side, showing that the trousers fitted her perfectly. "Yes honey it is..." Not taking a breath as she continued, "I don't know why that guy is on our team," Placing the necklace down next to the bottle. "I mean..." Thinking of the right word, "He such a jerk," She placed both hands on her hip, unimpressed. "You look fucking hot," I stated. "Honey..." She picked up the bottle and smirked, as she said, "You're not creasing this suit," before taking another sip. My eyebrow rose to the challenge as I did from the sofa. "Then let me undress you," I spoke as I walked around her, taking hold of her hair and kissing the back of her neck. Answering over her shoulder in her dry tone, "...Really?" "Yes..." My teeth, now taking little bites, "...Really," I answered, mimicking her tone, taking the jacket in hand to slip of her shoulders. "Then it doesn't need to get creased, does it dear?" I asked, smirking, not needing an answer as I placed it carefully over the back of the chair. She was still smirking with her lips pressed against the bottle as I slowly walked back towards her. Her silk shirt gave a new feel to the steady rising sensations inside me as my hands touched. "He just didn't add anything to the proposal at all," she continued, shaking her head as my hand moved down and followed around as I stepped behind her. My hand trailing over her as I Uh huh'd, But I was not actually listening. My eyes were just swallowing her as she continued talking. My hand followed over her ass as I full circled her as I walked. "Are you listening?" she asked as I naturally "Uh huh'd," again. Now standing in front of her, she narrowed her eyes. I pulled at her belt, bringing her closer to me but our lips did not touch. Our eyes smirking as she moved the bottle out of the way and I slowly pulled the belt through the buckle. I coyly stepped back, pulled the belt through the loops and we both watched it fall. As she was still looking down to it on the floor, with only her eyes, she looked up and spoke, "Your gonna pick that up right?" with her brow raised. I stepped in closer to her feeling even more aroused with her looks and took hold of her by the trouser waist and with my other hand, unzipped her zipper slowly down. Moving my lips closer to hers, our eyes played as I pushed myself up against her to the sofa. Using both hands, I slowly pulled at her pants, not letting them drop as I got onto one knee, feeling her skin upon my fingertips as I brought the then down over her hips. I was left breathless as I realized bringing them down her thighs, that she was indeed pantie less and smooth. My heart leaped, as I looked up quick to see her smirking, trying to look as though she was drinking from the bottle. She sat herself down and I took hold of her ankle and slipped of the last of her pants before placing a kiss upon her foot. I carefully folded and placed the them on the table and took hold of her bottle and took a sip myself and placed it down. There she sat, smooth and with a coy smirk, looking absolutely incredible to which made me melt as she slowly unbuttoned her silk shirt. Exposing her skin slowly and deliberately with somewhat delicacy, her fingertips playing with the buttons. "So you like my new suit huh?" she asked and I smiled. I step forward and slowly maneuvered over her, keeping her gaze, and feeling exceptionally turned on. "I love you in your new suit," I answered. I pushed my body down upon her and closed my hands over her skin. Her lips, a whisper away, feeling her breath, and with smelling her perfume a longing desire to be inside her. My hand found her warm wetness as our eyes stared into each others. My finger went deeper as our lips hovered to tease. I pushed myself further upon her, holding her close, my fingers working faster. Watching her eyes, listening to her breathing, feeling her body moving under mine. Her hands came up and took hold of me tighter as her eyes still watched mine. "Don't close your eyes," I spoke softly as I pushed deeper. She pulled at my shirt, as our lips teased. Neither not pushing the other to kiss but just to feel the sensual tension. Needing to feel her lips against mine. Lusting the wet, moist, touch of her tongue as my fingers played within her moister, her wetness building, tightening as her eyes still watched mine. Her moans were overtaking her short gasps. "Look at me," I repeated as I still watched and felt her breathing over me. Her body rising and falling in my grasp as she pulled harder at me, taking me further inside of her with her breathe, harder upon my face as she began to arch. I grabbed a handful of her hair and held tight, "Don't close your eyes," I spoke into her mouth as I still laid over her, watching. She tightened around my fingers, I could feel her rise, her sounds were of the onset of orgasm as she pushed against my fingers. Her eyes momentarily flickered and softened as I felt her pulsate against my fingers. I inhaled her orgasm as she released it before kissing her full and deep on the lips. My fingers slowed to a caressing rub as we both lost ourselves with in the kiss. Moments past before, we slowed our kiss and opened our eyes once again to each others. "So you do love the suit huh?" she asked again, "Baby..." I answered, "I love you." I Do Mind Pt. 01 "Oh, Corvin! You startled me. I was just on my way out," the young brunette said, hurriedly packing things into her satchel. "I know. That's why I'm here." He replied. She scrunched up her face in confusion as she continued to shuffle papers on her desk. Her white sundress flowed with her every movement, subtly revealing the shape of her left or right thigh and buttock when it molded to her form as she shifted laterally. "I really must be going. If you'd stop back during normal office hours, I'd be happy to-" Corvin switched the lights off in her office, causing her to stop her sentence. Her shock was almost palpable to him. He could smell her fear the moment she realized that she was always the first one to arrive and the last to leave. They were alone. "Corvin," she sputtered, trying to sound in control, "what are you-" "We're going to play a little game," he calmly stated. "You are going to follow my every command and fulfill my every whim. Is that clear?" "Now you listen to me. I am-" "You will put both palms on your desk. If you do this, you will not be harmed," he said and closed the door to her office. The single column of windows provided the only lighting. It was almost as if their glow and what it showed was more of a roadmap than actually being useful to one's' vision. What it hid only heightened the foreplay of what was to come for Corvin. She planted her hands on her desk defiantly, rattling the plaque that read "Samantha Chaud." "There? Is that what you want?" He reached out and grasped her right wrist. Her muscles twitched at the unexpected contact as the light was not enough to let her see her captor. She felt a small click where his hand was. "What are you-" A gentle grab on her other wrist and another click. "You cannot move your hands now. They are merely to support you now," he whispered into one ear, then the other as he let go of her wrists. She attempted to pull herself away from her desk and found that he was telling the truth. "What did you do?" She demanded. "How did you do this? You handcuffed me?" He laid his head between her shoulder blades and slowly moved it towards her butt, gently bunching her dress ahead of it. "Ssssssshhhh. None of that is important," he cooed. She felt something on both of her ankles and that same clicking as before. Her dread filled the room and kicked Corvin's primal urges into overdrive. "Calm, Corvin," he thought to himself. "Everything in its own time." He moved his head back up her back, slightly moving her wispy dress with it. "You'll find your legs and feet are similarly disposed; merely to support you." As he finished his sentence, she tried to move anything below her knees. She found it was futile to even try. Sam began to accept her predicament, but she was not going to give up. His head left her back and she felt cold where it had been, like his body had been on fire. There were a few moments where he said and did nothing. In that time, she had a glimpse of a scenario where he would just leave her cuffed to her desk for her co-workers to find in the morning. That brought a small amount of relief to her and spared her the myriad torments her mind was also concocting. In fact, Corvin was admiring her backside. "Pink," he quietly mused to himself. "Yes, my money will remain on pink." A thought of a roulette-like game where the ball landed on a color and the female operator of the game had to put on that color of panties amused him. He smiled in the darkness at his cleverness. Not only had he arranged this tryst, but he had also invented a new game. Both of them came out of their collective worlds when Corvin daintily grasped the bottom of her dress between his forefinger and thumb on both hands, and carefully raised it. The sensation to Samantha was like a cool breeze tickling her thighs and not immediately recognizable for what it was. Only when he laid the bottom of her garment onto her back did she realize that he was exposing her rear. "Hmpf," he scoffed in irritation. "Orange. I was way off. Well, the imagination does tend to veer more towards fancy than reality." Corvin stood back and admired his work. There she was, the most untouchably, unapproachably, beautiful creature he had seen in a long time, waiting for him. "I apologize for this, mon petit pois, but it must be done." She looked behind her expecting the worst. When she saw the scissors in his hand, her trepidation rose to new heights. "Oh God, no! You said you wouldn't hurt me!" She bellowed. "You wound me," he replied and stepped closer to her vulnerable butt. "I am a man of my word." He lifted the right corner of her panties and snipped them as if he were an artist putting the final strokes on his masterpiece. In a way, she was his swansong. Corvin had been planning this very moment, this very scenario, for months, and everything was falling together perfectly. "Yes. Mozart's 'The Fifth' **FIX THIS** should do nicely," Corvin mused to himself. Behind her perfect tush, he indulged in a flourish of the hands in rhythm with the related piece of music in his head. He even allowed himself to twirl and approach her again as a dancer approaching his partner; or a hunter stalking his prey. Finally, close enough, he cut the left corner of her panties with as much care as he had shown on the right. Her feet being several inches apart and given the musculature of her legs, the panties freed themselves from her most intimate area with Corvin's final snip. He was forced to take two steps back. Breathtaking beauty beyond his extremely vivid imagination. **FIX THIS** Perfect, alabaster buttocks, and nestled between her illustrious thighs was the valley Corvin knew would make him complete; the culmination of his journey. The animalistic side of him wanted to take her then and there, to ravish her in every way possible until he thought he could never cum again! One step forward was all that was allowed before he stopped himself. "All things in its time," he whispered. "The gift unwrapped and untouched is twice as satisfying later." "Listen, Corvin," she spoke gently, as a teacher would to a child who had made a simple mistake, "let me up now, and I can help you. A blowjob or a handjob. Something. This doesn't have to happen like this. I would happily do those things. Not like this." He smiled, never taking his eyes off his present. "You are bargaining. This is like the stages of grief. Only a few more steps before you reach acceptance." **FIX THIS** He lifted her bra **FIX THIS** She hung her head in resignation and tried in vain to raise her torso or move her feet. "You will get caught. You know that, right?" "Denial," he calmly stated. "Not like this, Corvin. Let it be willingly," she pleaded. "It will be," he suavely said. "Trust me." She turned her head to watch her captor as he danced from behind to her left side. With a twirl and some flamboyant arm gestures, he grabbed her short stool on wheels. Corvin smiled at her seductively as he danced with the stool as if it were his partner at a ball. She shifted her gaze from him to her hands. The light did not allow her to see what bound them to her desk, but she was unable to move either. The light gently wrapped around her hanging, right breast enough to give an outline of its form. Men had always been mesmerized by the size of her breasts, regardless of how hard she tried to cover and conceal them. She caught them sneaking a peek when they thought she wasn't paying attention. Corvin, on the other hands, hadn't been able to peel his eyes off her from the moment he entered her office. Even now, he wondered if his mental dance partner was jealous of the attention he was giving to his half-naked gem. The music that filled his mind was coming to a crescendo, meaning the dance was nearly over. He sat on the stool and spun himself as he pressed the lever to lower it to its shortest setting. "Perfect," he thought. "Just perfect. Everything in its place," Corvin mused as he wheeled himself under Samantha as if she were a bridge. She glared at him as he spun himself to face her. They could only see one eye of each other through her cleavage. She wondered what he was doing, but there was no mistaking the lust Sam saw in his eye. As he smiled out of one corner of his mouth, she thrust her chin up and tightly closed her eyes in anticipation of whatever was to come. The man in control turned himself underneath of her, careful not to touch her in any way. It still was not time to open his present, despite every molecule in him calling for it. He leaned his head back so that his lips were mere centimeters from her right nipple and whispered hot breath onto it, "Acceptance." Samantha hoped that tightening her eyelids could somehow block his actions, but he had happened upon on of her most sensitive areas. Even the touch of his whisper was enough to bring her body to alert. She thought it was like a blind person whose other senses were heightened. Samantha was stronger than he was, and she would not allow him the satisfaction of an alert body. She opened her eyes and turned her head to watch him. He lulled his head to face her left nipple. "Everything in its own time," he whispered again to his target. With merely his breath and leaving her completely untouched, he began to see the signs of her arousal. He smiled with great satisfaction. Then, with a slow and deliberate movement, his mouth was in line with her right nipple. It stood out and called to him, but he was not ready to answer. Samantha saw his tongue snake out of his mouth and hover impossibly near her breast. It was so close she could feel the heat pouring off of it. But why did he stop? It was right there. She could almost feel the sickening dampness of it, but it just hung there for uncountable moments. "I wish he'd just get this over with," she angrily thought. The anticipation was painful for both of them. Finally, he raised his head up and made contact. Not with her very erect nipple, but with her areola. Corvin circled it tirelessly. She began to unconsciously arch her back and wiggle her hips. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Just when she thought he'd never stop, he slyly made his way to her other breast to give it the same treatment. Her areolas were probably just as sensitive as the next woman's, but her nipple was a different story. It connected directly to her clit and the pleasure center of her brain, but this bastard wouldn't touch them for anything! She felt herself becoming just as angry as she was - albeit unwillingly - aroused. Corvin stopped his extremely thorough tour of her areola, slowly pulled his tongue back into his mouth, and blew on her left breast. She shivered in anger. Or was it sexual frustration. They were one and the same for her now. Her tormenter slowly lifted his head so that both of her breasts caressed his face. The coarseness of his stubble increased her frustration as it did nothing for her physically. Corvin gently listed from one side to the other so that her hanging breasts touched every part of his face. When he felt that he had had his fill, he centered himself in her lovely valley and waited. The warmth and heaviness of her breasts made him wish he could spend his remaining years there. Sam waited for whatever was next. What kind of torture awaited her now? Why had he stopped again? Was this his plan, to start her engine and then leave her unsatisfied? She shook her torso in impatience, not realizing that it only made Corvin happier "Hey," she jolted herself to wake him up. "Did you fall asleep? Let's go. Get it over with you sick fuck. Do me, or whatever it is you came here to do!" She screamed. With the ultimate grin, he rolled the stool backwards so that they were face to face. She glared at him expectantly. "Well?" She spat. "Get on with it!" "And," he cooed gleefully, "willingness." She growled as he began to kiss a path down her body towards her navel and circled it once with soft kisses, then he continued his trek into her panty line, and finally arrived at her pubic mound. He stopped again. The first half of his journey, Samantha was furious and could barely even feel his lips. When he reached her navel, her anger turned back into excitement and anticipation. Breaking that invisible border into her panty line awakened her body and brought her right back to the arousal she was at when he teased her nipples. His final kiss, mere centimeters from her most sacred area, and the hesitation, caused her to crash right back into rage. Like an amputee can still feel the lost limb, she felt his non-existent, phantom kisses on her labia and beyond. Looking directly at the center of his present to himself, Corvin brought both hands up to the backs of her knees. With fluid motions, he caressed up and down the backs of her legs. Raising his palms so that only his fingertips remained in contact with her, he flowed from her knee, up her thigh, and over the slopes of her rear. The light touches made her involuntarily shudder and goosebumps to form all over her body. Samantha mewled softly. Returning the entirety of his hands to her thighs, Corvin leaned forward. He was already able to detect the scent of her arousal. With his nose, he traced a line around her labia eventually through it, gently separating the delicate petals. He thrust the stool to the side with such ferocity that Sam jumped when it bounced off of the side wall. On his knees beneath her, he began to explore her with his tongue, always careful not to touch her inflamed clitoris. She squirmed left, right, forward and back to try to force him to the epicenter of her need, but he relentlessly refused to bring her relief. "All things in its time," he thought to himself. Just when he felt her thighs tighten, when she could bear no more punishment, he circled her clit with his tongue and sojourned his hands to cup her breasts. She began to thrust uncontrollably as he pinched her nipples and gently captured her saluting soldier ruthlessly between his teeth and attacked the head with his tongue. Moments passed for Sam where the world, breathing, standing, and emotions had no meaning for her. It could have been minutes or years; all she knew was that someone or something else had taken over her body and that her consciousness was merely along for the tumultuous ride. The one thing she was sure of was that she was still upright by the power of the handcuffs he had secured her with. They were her only link to reality. As her body started to return to her, several distinct sensations and thoughts came to the forefront of her mind. First was the rivulet of warmth running down the inside of her thigh and beginning to pool at her feet. She'd heard of "squirting" women, but never knew herself to be one. It was hardly a squirt, if that, indeed was what she was experiencing. Second were the words he spoke at the beginning of this ordeal. Corvin had said that her legs and arms were merely there to support her. Never had a more true statement been uttered by human lips, as she had just experienced, by also his statement that she would eventually reach acceptance of the situation. He had brought her far past acceptance to some sort of primal, lurid need. "Squeeze me." It was a whisper on the edge of her consciousness. A command? No, a request, but she couldn't quite discern its origin. "Grip me again," he said. Corvin! She had forgotten all about him. She looked under herself in vain for him. Where could he have gone? Did her mind-altering experience phase him from reality? "What?" she was forced to reply meekly. "Samantha, squeeze me," came his calm reply from behind her. He shifted his weight slightly between his feet and she finally felt him. He was inside of her already! He must have slipped in while she was still in her throes. How long had he been there? The how was not as important as the simple feeling of him there. Sam wanted so desperately to give him some of what he had given her, but saw that he was not completely ensconced in her folds. Samantha tried several times to move her butt back to get him all of the way in, but he shifted with her to maintain that depth. After a frustrating moment or two, he finally put both of his hands on her hips to steady him. "I want you to squeeze me here," he said. "I... I don't know how," she admitted quietly. He smiled generously. "A woman should endeavor to learn as much about herself as she can. It's unfortunate that society does not encourage this. I can't very well tell you what muscles to flex, but I can give you a simple bit of advice." "Yes. Anything." "Cough," he continued to smile. She looked back at him questioningly, hoping to see that he was joking. When it was blatantly apparent that he was not, she faced forward, shrugged her shoulders, and gave a timid cough. "Larger," he added and slid ever-so-slightly deeper into her. "Harder." She oohed and gave a larger cough. As he had hoped, she was able to feel the relevant muscles and the next grip was without the need for the cough. If it felt as good to him as it did to her, she thought, she could understand why this was what he wanted. A determined Sam tried different rhythms, tenseness of grips, and even tried a quick series to bring him pleasure. Soon, both of them were making contented sounds. Corvin had even started to slowly thrust into her, but he never went fully in. He had worked himself into a good rhythm with her and they were working together quite nicely for mutual satisfaction. "I'm- I'm... I'm going to cum," she said between grunts of effort. "I'm close, too," he said as he gripped her pelvis more urgently. After a few more repetitions, Samantha started an even larger orgasm than the last one, shortly to be followed by Corvin. As he started to twitch, he finally thrust fully into her and stayed there. That normally would have been painful for her since he had bottomed out inside of her, but she was at the point of her orgasm that she didn't even care. The room, her desk, standing, breathing, time and everything else that was not sexual ceased to exist in their minds. They had become one warm, quivering, loving, and sated person existing only for pleasure. After an indeterminate amount of time, he removed himself from her and shuddered because of it. Resting his weight on her hips, he regained his composure as she also started to come back to reality. Before he left her, he kissed her back in random spots. He started to get dressed. "You can move your arms and legs again. You won't remember anything of this encounter except for how much pleasure you were given. You will act normally towards me and everyone else. This was simply a great and anonymous experience for you." She stood up and composed herself, the whole time questioning how she was going to erect herself while she was cuffed to the desk. When she was standing upright, she wondered how he had time to remove the cuffs. Come to think of it, she mused, she wasn't sure she had been restrained at all. "This, by the way," he added as he casually exited the office, "is position 2. You will remember that." She knew she would. When he was gone, she shook her head slightly and assessed her circumstance. Naked, moist, and all of her papers swept off of her desk. What had just happened? Sam rubbed her wrists. She stretched her back, picked up her clothes, and fetched the chair from the corner of her office. "Well, whatever it was," she told the open air, "I am glad it happened. I'd trade a little stiffness for that amount of satisfaction any day of the week." I Do Not Like...Game Over. This is my list of some of the things that I dislike. I do not like fireworks. The pause between the fireworks going up, up, and up in the sky just before exploding is the part that I do not like. When I watch the tiny light climb, flicker, fade, and disappear, it feels like when I inhale and hold my breath not knowing if it is my last breath to take. Then, when the fireworks explode is when I can exhale a wide eyed expulsion of air, finally, and relax happy to be alive. After doing that for hundreds of fireworks, my nerves are shot and I am exhausted. "Please, no more fireworks. I cannot take anymore." I do not mind lightning as much, as I do fireworks, because with lightning, I can stay indoors where I am safe but with fireworks, I am pressured to go outside and pretend that I enjoy them. I mean, everyone likes fireworks. Right? You would be weird if you confessed that you did not like fireworks. I do not like fireworks, ergo, I am weird. Right? When you ponder it, fireworks are an affront to God or to whoever is out there in the vastness of the universe. It is akin to sticking out your tongue at someone but not anyone in particular and without knowing if you are offending anyone. It is much like shooting a gun in the dark and not knowing if the bullet will stop and fall harmlessly to the ground before hitting something or someone. Turn off your headlights on a dark road. Hold your breath. Do you feel that panicked horror? Fireworks. "Stop! You are giving me a headache." I imagine an Alien Being poking his, her or its head through a hole in the sky and shouting at those responsible for the fireworks. I do not like people because, regrettably, I am one of them. I feel so very ordinary being one of you. After all, with nothing special about me to set me apart from someone else, someone like you, I am one in a crowd of billions and not, as I would prefer to believe, one in a billion. There is always someone younger, taller, better looking, smarter, stronger, and faster than me. Who am I? I am no one. I am me. I am you. You are me. We are human. We are alive. We are dead. I do not like crowds. I do not feel safe surrounded by hands, arms, legs, and eyes ready to touch me, grab me, kick me, and stare at me. I avoid crowds of people because it is there, especially, where I feel so very ordinary and vulnerable, like a cow within a herd of millions of other cows. "Moo!" There I am. Where? I am that tiny dot that you can no longer see because I am so infinitesimally small and unimportant in the scheme of things, especially when you think universally. Here I am a speck on the planet Earth that is a speck in our universe. Am I really that small and that inconsequential? That is really weird, difficult to grasp, and to wrap my brain around because when I look in the mirror, I feel so much bigger. I do not like to do the expected, the predicted, or the assumed. Walk backwards, fall down, jump up, sing everything everywhere, and run naked through town. You do not know me. How could you? I do not know you. How could I? I do not even know myself. You may think you know me but you do not. "Witness Protection Program." Perhaps, you read something in what I have written that made you feel something similar at the time that I wrote the story and, now, you feel connected to me, even though you are not. Now, you feel you know me, even though you do not. If you promise to stop living vicariously through me, I will stop believing that I am different than you. We are not tethered together, are we? You are as much of a stranger to me as I am to you. Ah, but there is the rub. Because we are all human, we are more alike than we are different. If I know myself, then I know you and you know me...more often than not. I do not like time. Time ticks too slowly. Time passes too quickly. Time never stays still. Stop. Please. Just for a minute. Just for a second. I need to feel unrushed and unhurried in my day that has already gone by too slowly, too quickly, now gone, today now yesterday and tomorrow now today. "I give up." Time makes me feel pressured and nervous always there telling me when to wake, when to sleep, when to eat, when to work, and when to relax. Stop. Be quiet. Listen. "Tick, tick, tick, tick." "Can you hear it?" "I am out of time." Yes, but you cannot touch it, feel it, or stop it. There it goes, gone forever. What exactly is time in relation to space and to where we are right now? Where does it go? Does it travel at the speed of light through space? If we could fly faster than light, could we catch it, pause it, stop it, and make it go backward? Think Black holes and the relationship of space and time. "Tick, tick, tick, tick." Think Einstein. Think E=MC2. Think. "Tick, tick, tick, tick." "Too late." I do not like the inevitable, taking a back seat, standing still, and doing nothing with my life. There you have it. It is over before it began and just when it was beginning to get good. I wish I knew that before, if only I knew that then. Think, what is it that I should know now but do not know it yet and, surely, will know it later when it is too late to know it for any practical use? I have little control of those around me. I cannot change anyone but myself, sometimes not, even then, when given so little control over my destiny. "Please insert your password, now. Access denied! Game over...game over...game over." I do not like the fact that I will die today, tomorrow, who knows when, but, surely, as I was born, I will die. Everyone around me now will die, eventually, one day, soon, too. Everyday living is one day closer to dying. It is depressing to think about it, so I bury my head in the sand and do not think about it. It will happen soon enough, then what? It is too scary to think about no longer existing. What if there is no life after death? Probably, it feels the same when we die as it did before we were born...we feel nothing. Will I still be here in some form of energy or spirit relegated to live in another dimension in time that runs parallel to your universe? Who is to know? We know very little until we know it, and then, what, and all over, again. "Tweet, tweet...and so it goes," wrote Kurt Vonnegut. When I die, will I, finally, meet the Tralfamadorians? I do not like preplanned arrangements, programmed activities, and scheduled appointments. I rather do my own thing, in my own time. Leave me alone to be me. Please do not categorize me by fitting me in a category because I do enough of that myself, whenever I believe that I am being oh, so individual. I am oh, so predictable after all, even though I take extra measures to be oh, so different. I cannot help but to be predictable. I am no different than you. We are much one in the same, you and I. What you do today, theoretically, I did yesterday or may do tomorrow. Yeah, I did that. Did you do this? Cool. Oh, you did that, already. Boring. I do not like talking. How many times must I repeat myself? What is your name? Where do you live? How old are you? How much do you weigh? Where were you born? What do you do for a living? What are your hobbies? What do you want? What will you have? May I help you? How are you? Write it down this time so that I will never have to say it, again. Here, everything you need to know about me is on this microchip, now there is no need to ask me these inane questions over and again. Now, there is no need for me to speak to you ever again. Matter of fact; do not speak to me, unless you have something new, interesting, and exciting to say. It is not worth my time talking, especially, to you and, especially, when I am the one who has to listen to myself talking about the same stuff over, again. It makes me want to make up stuff, ridiculous and silly things to say. "My name?" "Wilma. My father loved the Flintstones. I wish he had named me Fred, instead." Wouldn't it be great if we could do the Star Trek, Spock mind meld and instantly know everything about the other person? In that way, we would not waste our time with picking the wrong husbands, wives, girlfriends, or boyfriends. Never again would we make the wrong supposition about another person. Imagine...no more lies, deception, fraud, and guilt. Mind meld this! Do you believe that? Wow! "Do you love me?" "Yes." Mind meld says that you do not. I do not like teams. I am not a team player. Giving one or taking one for the team is as foreign to me as joining a team. Teams make my skin crawl. The only good cheerleader is a naked cheerleader. "Go team!" I do not like team sports, baseball, basketball, football, and hockey. I love individual competitions. I would much rather watch a boxing match, tennis game, or an Olympic event when it is you pitted against yourself than to watch a bunch of prima donna millionaires play a game, a game they conveniently call a sport just to make money. "Are you serious? He cannot play for a month because he has a contusion? You did say a contusion, a bruise, and not a concussion?" Take one for the team. Now, get out there and...play ball! I do not like maps, directions, and instructions. How dare you? I know my way. I know how to get there. I know how to do it? Do you think that I need your help outlined with lettered and numbered squares drawn down to scale? If you want to help me, fold the map, directions, and instructions, and take it away. Just get out of my way and allow me to do it myself. I can, you know. Wait, where am I? I took the wrong turn. It is your fault. You were talking. You confused me. Go away. No, do not go. I am lost. "Help!" I do not like money. It is too qualifying and quantifying. Besides, after a while, wait a year, ten years, or fifty years, what cost a dime then is a dollar now or more but never less. We measure the man or the woman too much by the sum of money they possess. Forbes's list makes us anxious because we are not included. Painfully, we are excluded. We dream of winning the lottery but do not win. Without money, we are outsiders. We have no say, no power, and no influence. We are nothing and nobody. But for a brief moment in time, no one will remember us after we are gone. Now, while we are here, no one will listen to us because they cannot hear us, unless we grease their palm and pave their way with money...money...and more money. Yes, there is more to the man or woman than money, but tell that to the toll takers who will not allow you entrance or exit to pass without your fare. "Ticket, please." I do not like to drink. I have enough difficulty with clarity than to fog my mind and pickle my brain in alcohol. I need to hear myself think. I cannot hear myself if the messages in my mind are distorted and floating away in a river or rum. Do I hear voices? Yes. I could not write if my inner voice did not whisper in my ear which keys my fingers must depress. "Speak to me, oh inspired one. Tell me what to write, today. Yes, that is good. I like that, and then, what? Ah, yes, of course." I do not like contests. Yet, here I am part and parcel to Literotica's 2007 year long Survivor's competition. I am in the lead and to me that is so odd, bizarre really, because I do not care if I win or lose. To me, it is not about the contest and about the competition; it is more about the writing and about the story. I love to write. I live to write. I must write. Tell me a story. Let me tell you a story. "Listen, I have a story to tell you. Do you want to hear it?" "Is it a true story?" "Yes. No. Does it matter? Why should it matter? It is a story, after all. Be quiet, now, and just listen. Okay? Once upon a time..." "Stop. Please do not continue. I would rather read it myself." "Okay, allow me to write it first, then." It is all about the story and nothing else. Everything else pales in comparison. Those of you who cheat your audience, when quelling your voice prematurely, by submitting 750 word stories when they should be 3,000 word stories or more, deny yourself the glory of the story. Those of you who dump inferior stories on the board just to increase your scorecard are not storytellers and, certainly, not writers. You are just contestants in a contest. Can you not see that? When you do not listen to your voice and when you quiet your voice, you miss the bigger picture. You cheat yourself of the pleasure of telling a story, a story that may live long after you are gone. It is about the story, don't you see? It is the story, after all. There you are standing outside looking in alone with your guts turned inside out revealing bits and pieces of who you are in your story. If you deny your reader the glimpse of you, you are not and never will be part of the story that you profess to tell. "...and in the end...The End...game over." I Do Only Means Maybe If Your Lucky I want to thank the Hip and Knee Doc for all his help in making this story a lot more acceptable than my last ones. This story should be mandatory reading for all 30+-year-old guys who are even thinking about tying the knot again. The under twenty crowd are still thinking with their little heads, so what I say won't make a whole hell of a lot of difference to them. I only wish I had read and took advise from this before I got married the second time, and maybe I wouldn't be in the mess I'm in right now. In other words, the gals will hate this story and the guys will love it. I hope so anyway. "You can't be serious, Steve, as there's no way I'm going to sign this," Ann said as she read the first paragraph. "This is a joke right? Who put you up to this? Was it Andy, Bill, whoever did, its not very funny Steve," my fiancée of two years informed me. "Hon, it's not a joke and I've got no problem with signing it, so why should you?" I asked her as Ann continued reading paragraph after paragraph. "No one in their right mind would sign this," she yelled. "How about this?" she said pointing to a paragraph on the second page. "It says here, that if I refuse you sex, I'm obligated to pay for someone to have sex with you. Are you completely nuts?" "But it works both ways hon. If I refuse you, the same applies to me. That's fair isn't it?" I said trying to keep Ann from blowing her cork, though it didn't work. "You've ruined the damn mood for tonight" she told me. "When you get your head out of your ass, call me," she said while slamming the front door. "Well, that went well," I said to myself while picking up the papers on the floor and putting them back in order. I knew that she was going to be pissed, and I thought; "better now than later," as I got a Corona from the fridge. You may think that I'm some kind of an asshole, but all I want is to be happy in my upcoming marriage, that's all. My name's Steve, and the lovely lady that just left in a huff is my fiancée, Ann. We've been together for almost three years and up until ten minutes ago, she was, as she would also call me, my 'soul mate'. I've been thinking about this pre-nup for the last six months, and finally got the nerve, or balls as my friends call it, to actually put it down on paper, with the help of Greg, a lawyer friend of mine. "Damn it Steve, she's going to hit the ceiling when she reads this," Greg told me. "Can you video her response? I'd love to see it, especially when she gets to sections two and three," he said with a laugh and added, "I only wish I would have had the nerve to do, what you're doing before Peggy and I got married. What happens if Ann refuses to sign it? You've only got ninety days until the wedding?" "Good question," I replied. "I'm not sure, but I'm leaning towards it being a deal- breaker," I told him. "I've got time, I'll let it slide for a week or two and then bring it up again." So, that's how it started. As you can probably guess, I've been married before. In truth, it was great at first, but was a complete disaster at the end, but only in my eyes. Carla thought, even to the day I served her with papers, that we had a great marriage. She was in shock when I told her that I'd been planning the end of it for over a year. You see, my definition of marriage and that of my ex-wife's were totally different. There was the love, honor and obey in our marriage vows, but that lasted only for the first couple of years. Unfortunately, after that, all bets were off. Carla and I were in lust with each other from the first day we met. If we weren't eating, we were screwing. If we weren't in school, we were in bed; get the picture? We couldn't get enough of each other, even after we were married. After four years of such activity, we had two kids; Danny and Sue; who were; one year apart. Even with two kids, we still found the time to do it four to five times a week. Talk about being in heaven. At about the eighth year, things started to cool a bit, and by the tenth it was starting to get a little frigid. By year twelve, sex had all but stopped. There was the mercy fuck, or pity sex if I complained long and loud enough, but it was quick and to the point; get me off without breaking a sweat. I tried talking to her, suggested a marriage counselor and even threatened divorce, but nothing made any difference. The straw that broke the camels back was when I came home one day to twin beds in our bedroom. "No way," I yelled, as I threw one mattress out the window, as Carla tried to get me to settle down. "I'll start the stinking paperwork tomorrow and in three months we'll be divorced," I told her as the box spring followed the mattress out the window. "I'll have Greg start the paperwork and you'll have it by Thursday," I said stomping down the stairs as my kids wondered what the hell was going on. "Sorry kids. Your mother pushed me over the edge this time," I said almost running out to my car. I had to get the hell away from her before I did something I'd regret. "What a bitch," I said to myself as I washed down the peanuts with my fifth beer. "I've given her everything and I guess that wasn't enough," I thought as I finished number five and motioned the bartender for number six. "I should have put my foot down years ago, so it's my own damn fault," I told myself as I took a swig of number six. I think that I had eight or nine beers, but I'm not sure. All I know is that I must have handed Greg's business card to the cab driver, because that's where I woke up the following morning, with the worst hangover of my life. "I guess there really is life after death," Greg said as he handed me a cup of black coffee. "I found you on my doorstep at 1:30 this morning." "Peggy and I got you as far as the couch, but in your condition, the floor would have been just as good," he said with a laugh. "You want to tell me what brought you to this point?" "Is Peggy around?" I asked. "No, she's upstairs getting the baby ready. Why?" he replied. "Carla surprised me with twin beds last night. I guess I went a little crazy and threw one of them out the window," I told Greg through my haze. "Things have gotten downright cold in the bedroom and this was the last straw. I completely snapped," I said taking a sip of coffee. "I need you to draw up divorce papers as soon as possible. I'm going to take care of the rest of my stuff today and want her served tomorrow if possible. She can have the house until the kids turn 18, and we'll split everything else 50/50. I just want it done and over," I told him. "Easy Steve. Don't you want to think about this a little? Maybe you're still a little drunk from last night?" he asked me. "At least, talk to Carla. You've got nothing to lose, do you?" "I've tried, that for the last couple of years and have gotten nowhere. I'm tired of fighting. She's got her job, her country club membership, her friends, and a nice house. What more does she need? Not me, that's for sure. I take care of the kids 80% of the time because she's off doing what's important to her, which leaves me out in the cold. No more. Just do the paperwork, have her served, and we'll let the chips fall where they may," I said putting on my shoes. "All right, but your going to take a financial beating," Greg told me. "You're looking at a minimum of 25 to 30% in child support plus expenses. Steve, we're probably talking about somewhere in the area of 35% of your net income being taken out until the kids turn 18, and that doesn't include if they go to college." "I'd pay twice that amount to be happy again, because right now I'm absolutely miserable. The kids and I will cope with the divorce and Carla can go to hell for all I care," I said standing up for the first time. "If I can steal another cup of coffee, I'll be out of your hair. I've got to get my ass in gear, because I've got a lot to do today." I thanked him for the use of his couch and told him to call me on my cell when it was done. I called work and told them that I needed a couple of days off to take care of a personal matter. I changed my withholdings and took Carla off my life and health insurance policies. I cancelled all our joint credit cards and went to the bank and took out 50% of both our savings and checking accounts. We both had cars that were paid off, so I figured we'd each just keep our own. I was having a late lunch, when I realized that I'd turned off my cell phone last night. "Damn," Carla had filled up my mailbox with messages. At least now I know how messages it takes to fill up a voice mail account; fifty-three. "Screw her," I thought as I started to delete them all without listening to one. My next stop was the apartment complex a block from where I worked. The apartments weren't anything great, but at least they were cheap and cheap was what I was looking for. However, they asked for "five and a quarter for a furnished one bedroom." I was a little shocked. That was double what I had paid for my last apartment, but that was many years ago. I signed a lease on a month-to-month basis. It was a little more than I wanted to pay, but I wanted to leave my options open as soon as possible. Now came the hard part. I had to sneak home and grab some clothes for work tomorrow, and I didn't have a clue where Carla was. "Damn I can't win," I said to myself as I drove past my house and saw her car in the driveway. "There's no way I want to get into an argument with her before she's served tomorrow," I thought, so I went to J. C Penney and bought a change of clothes. I finally had dinner at about 7:30 that night, and then checked into the Day's Inn. Unfortunately, I tossed and turned for the rest of the night. Was I making the right decision? I think I was. The next morning I had another thirty-five messages from Carla, which I erased, and one from Greg, that I listened to. "The paperwork is done. Carla is going to be served about 9:30 this morning at work, and Peggy thinks you're an ass. Good luck, because you're going to need it. Call me if you need anything else," he told me. So it began. It was about 2:00 in the afternoon when I heard, "Do you hate me that much Steve?" I looked up and saw Carla standing in front of my desk. "No Carla, I don't hate you. I'm just tired of being unhappy. That's all," I replied. "All this because of twin beds? If it's that big of a deal, we'll go back to our old bed," she said like she was placating one of the kids. "You still don't get it do you? Look Carla, this isn't the time or place to air out our dirty laundry. I'll meet you at the house after work and we can talk for, whatever that's worth," I told her. "Anyway, I want to see the kids and I need to pickup a few changes of clothes. I'll see you about six," I told her. "I'll have dinner waiting for you. See you tonight. Just remember, I still love you," she said and walked out. At 6:05, I pulled into the driveway. My kids came out to greet me and asked, "What the heck was going on dad, are you and mom getting a divorce?" I wasn't about to discuss it with them on the driveway, so I just told them that their mom and I were having problems. Dinner was unusually quiet and after the dishes were cleared, Carla told the kids to go upstairs, "Your dad and I need to talk in private," she told them. They gave me a big hug, told me that they loved me, and walked sadly upstairs to their bedrooms. "Good kids," I said out loud. "I never wanted to hurt them," I said softly so they couldn't hear. "How about me Steve, you just want to hurt me? Are you ready to throw away twelve plus years of marriage without even talking to me?" she asked. "I've tried to talk to you Carla, God knows I've tried, but you just wouldn't listen or you didn't care enough about us to try and work out our problems," I told her. "Why the hell would you bring in twin beds without talking to me about it?" "Well, you toss and turn a lot at night and your snoring has gotten worse" she replied. "And our bed was old and worn out, so I thought it might be nice to have a new bed." "Beds, beds, Carla not bed," I shouted a bit. "But the amount of action that bed has seen in the last couple of years, I can't image how we'd ever wear it out," I said staring at her. "Hell Carla, I was probably tossing and turning because I had D.S.B. most of the time," I told her. "D.S.B?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face. "You know, deadly semen backup," I told her. "Also, I need to know how long you've been cheating on me?" I asked a flabbergasted Carla. "What?" she screamed. "How can you accuse me of cheating?" she yelled. "I love you, and I'd never cheat on you. I don't understand how you think I could do something so low?" "Well, I figured you were getting your needs satisfied somewhere else, because you're sure as hell not getting it from me anymore," I told her. "We make love all the time Steve. How can you say that?" "Carla, we haven't made love in years, and the sex we've had lately has been pretty pitiful at best," I told her. "The last time was about a month ago, and I basically used your body to masturbate myself. However, oh yes, I do remember you did move a bit. Oh I'm sorry, that was you breathing wasn't it?" I said sarcastically. "Carla we have had no sex life for a long time and I can't live that way any longer." "Well, if it's just sex you want, why didn't you just ask? I can do that," she said. "I don't want sex from you. I can go downtown and have sex with some whore. I want to make love with you, like we used to. But you really don't miss it anymore, do you?" I asked. "We're just so busy with work, the kids, and our activities. There's never seems to be enough time," she told me. "You haven't had enough time to tell your husband you love him, and not enough time to make love with the man who loves you more than anything on earth, but I guess there is enough time for the country club and all the volunteer work you do. I hope it was all worth it," I said as I got another beer. "I've already split up our finances, cancelled our credit cards, and I'm in the process of finalizing the rest." "I've already put Greg on a retainer, so you'll have to find yourself another attorney," I told her. "Steve, don't you want to even try?" she asked. "What's the point, Carla? Are you ready to change? I doubt that very much. If this was last year, or even six months ago, I might have given it a shot, but the twin beds were the final straw." "Steve, the old bed is back in our room," she said sounding desperate. "I don't want a divorce. We can go to counseling. I know I can change," she pleaded. I thought for a minute as I looked at a now tearful Carla. "All right, here's my deal. I have an apartment by work for the next month. You set up the counseling sessions and we'll go as often as you want. If we're making progress, after a month, I'll move back in, and we'll try again. If not, I'll file the divorce papers," I told her. "We'll have dinner two nights a week as a family, and still do the things together we've always done. I'm willing to give it one more shot, but I need you on board 100% of the time, if this has any chance of working," I told Carla. "Yes, anything you want," she told me. "I love you Steve, I guess I got my priorities kind of screwed up. The kids will be happy we're not splitting up also. They've been really depressed since you left. I'll get everything setup tomorrow. I'll show you how much you mean to me," she said, now smiling. For once, Carla backed up her talk with actions. She became the loving wife of old, at least on the outside. We talked, and I mean really talked about how we'd drifted apart and for the first time ever, she told me that lately, sex with me had gotten boring. "Boring, fucking boring?" I yelled. "Why in the hell didn't you say something? Am I supposed to be a stinking mind reader?" I said in one of our sessions. "I tried to bring in a few things to spice it up, but you shot me down every time I did. You still got off, didn't you?" I asked. "You had to have, or you're the best damn actress on the planet," I shouted out loud. "I didn't say I never climaxed. It's just that we did it the same way almost every time," she told the counselor and me. "Maybe we could spice it up a little?" We were making progress and after three weeks, I decided to move back home the following Saturday. I did mention that it was on a trial basis only, but all she heard was that I was moving back. We hadn't even attempted sex for the last three weeks, but did talk about it a lot. "Maybe, I've got the old Carla back," I thought as I moved the last of my clothes back into the closet. I could only hope so. Saturday night, I was too whipped to do anything more than take a shower and climb into bed, but Carla did spoon with me until I fell asleep. Sunday morning she greeted me with a kiss and asked if I wanted to fool around. "Fool around? No. I wanted to do some serious banging though," I whispered to her. And that's what we did. It was hot and heavy, but very quiet, so we didn't wake up the kids. I ate her, while she stroked me to get my dick good and hard. I knew, even with all the jacking off over the past couple of weeks, that I wasn't going to last long, so I climbed aboard and started with long, slow, and deliberate strokes. Carla lay there with her eyes closed moaning and pushing up to meet my every stroke. On every other stroke, I'd reach down and rub her clit, fully knowing that I wasn't going to last much longer. "Oh God," I yelled as I started dropping my loads into her as I feverishly pounded her pussy and all the while working her clit. "Yes, yes, yes, don't stop," Carla shouted, as I finished and continued to work on her and I was still rock-hard and inside her cunt. It didn't take more than thirty seconds of work, before I felt her climax. "Oh Christ," she yelled as she wrapped her legs around me and ground her pussy onto my dick. She kept it up for another minute before releasing me. "That was nice," she said while smiling up at me. "I agree. It's been too long since we've done this," I replied. "But we're not done yet," I told her as I went to work on her pussy with my tongue. I'm not one for cream pies, including my own, but I had to make a point. I'd be willing to do anything to get our sex- life back on track. Holy be Jesus, I must have shot a gallon of sperm up her snatch, as I watched it ooze out of her as I licked her clit and fingered her cunt. It took longer than I thought it would, but I got Carla off a second time. Her second climax wasn't as intense as her first, but I think she enjoyed it, if her moaning was any indication. We showered together, and I made pancakes and sausages for breakfast. We spent the day doing family things, mostly shopping, and I figured Carla and I had turned the corner in our relationship. For the next year, we were a whole hell of a lot better. It wasn't like we were newlyweds again, but it wasn't like we had been for the past three years either. I was more attentive to her needs, and gave her "more space," something that she'd requested. Then it started again. It was such a slow progression that I didn't realize it until it was too late. Carla had just turned me down again, for the second time this week; something about menstrual cramps and I had let it slide. It didn't hit me until days later, that she'd had her period two weeks earlier; or that's what she'd said when she had refused me at that time. I guess Carla figured that she'd done her duty for the last year, and we were going back to her calling the shots again. Well not this time. So, I let it slide. I didn't pressure her for sex and decided to wait until she came to me. At eight weeks, I made my move. Carla had just informed me that there would be no nookie tonight because she had a headache. That's when I put my plan into action. She had just come out of the bathroom, dressed from head to foot in a cotton nightgown, and was climbing into bed, when she saw me hang up the phone. I Do Only Means Maybe If Your Lucky "I didn't hear the phone ring. Who called?" she asked. "No one, I just needed to take care of something," I told her. She didn't even ask me what. We were sitting on the bed, with her reading and me kind of watching her, when the front doorbell rang. "Who the hell can that be at this hour?" she asked looking at me. "Don't worry, it's for me," I told her jumping up from the bed while grabbing my robe. "I'll be back in about an hour," I said as I shut the bedroom door behind me. Carla didn't even care enough to ask me where the hell I was going. However, she soon found out. About ten minutes later, Carla heard; "Oh yes. That feels so good. You're much better than my wife. Not so hard, I want it to last as long as I can before I shoot." "What the hell?" she said while grabbing her robe. "Is Steve watching porn in the guest room, I'll kill him if he is," she mumbled to herself quietly as she walked down the hall. Outside the door, she listened for a second and then flung the door open. "Holy crap," she screamed. "Quiet Carla. You want to wake the kids up?" I whispered to her as I shifted slightly on the bed. "Now if you don't mind, I'm a little busy right now," I told her as I instructed the redhead to continue. "What do you think you're doing?" "Getting a blowjob right now and when she's done, I'm going to screw her in the ass, so if you're going to stay, please be quiet. I've only got her for an hour," I told Carla. I hadn't had two nuts loaded in an hour in years, but I sure was going to try tonight. "Why are you doing this to us?" she almost yelled the question at me. "I told you before. I'm not going to live in a sexless marriage, and if I can't get it from you, Rose here, is more than willing to oblige me. For a fee that is. So like I said, leave, shut up, or join us," I told her as I waited for her reply. "I can't do this," Carla said with tears in her eyes. "Yes you can," Steve said as he got up and pulled her to the bed. "Here, lets get rid of this," he said while pulling off her clothes and kissing her once and then again. He laid Carla back on the bed and started working on her nipples with his tongue as his fingers found her pussy. "Damn, she's sopping wet," he said to himself as he inserted one and then two fingers. Rose watch me work on Carla for a moment and then went back to licking and sucking my dick. This was my first threesome, but it didn't last long. "I can't do this," Carla announced as she jumped up and ran from the room. "I'm not a whore and I won't act like one." "Well, I tried," I said to myself as I watched Rose give me the best blowjob I'd had in years. It wasn't long before I was shooting load after load down her throat and Rose swallowed every drop. "That was incredibly wonderful. No wonder they say you're the best." I paid Rose her fee and even gave her a little extra for a tip. She gave me one of her cards and told me to call her whenever I felt the need. I walked her downstairs and out to her car. She gave me a big kiss and was gone. Going back upstairs I cleaned myself up and walked back to my bedroom. The door was locked, which I figured as much. I slept in the guest room that night and had the best nights sleep I'd had in months. "What time did your whore leave last night?" was the greeting I received when I went downstairs. "You should know. I saw you looking out our bedroom window when I walked Rose to her car," I replied. "What's for breakfast?" I asked. "Is that all you've got to say to me? Don't you want to talk about it?" she asked. "Not really. When I came back to our room, the door was locked. I guess that says it all," I said casually. "Did you expect me to welcome you back to my bed with open arms after you've been with a cheap hooker?" "Rose is an escort, not a whore, and she wasn't cheap. And no, I didn't expect you to welcome me back, because after eight weeks I had given up on you ever asking me for sex again. So if you don't mind, I'll move my stuff into the spare bedroom and you won't have to worry about me asking you for sex any longer," I told her. "This marriage is a joke anyway," I said while heading upstairs. It took me about an hour to get totally out of our bedroom. Carla never once came up to check on me. So our new life style had started. We were civil to one another, but that was all. The kids both knew it was just a matter of time before one of us left, so they just went with the flow. I spent 75% of my free time with the kids, while Carla did whatever Carla did with her free time. Greg told me that Carla had told Peggy, and her friends, that I'd crawl back to her; as it was only a matter of time. The one thing I did do was to put every extra penny away into a bank account that nobody knew anything about. I was able to put about 30% of my paycheck each week into it. This went on for almost eleven months, when I'd finally had enough. "Greg, I need you to find me a good child psychologist," I told him. "I need him to check out my kids and ask all the hard divorce questions; such as which parent they'd like to live with, and such. I plan on filing soon and want all my ducks in a row, before that." "You know Steve, believe it or not, Carla still loves you and thinks you're going to come crawling back and ask her to forgive you," he told me. "I keep telling Peggy it's not going to happen, but you know women. However, if that's what you want, I'll get everything setup," Greg told me. Three months later, I had Greg file and serve Carla at work. I was prepared this time. I'd told the kids ahead of time and they'd both signed affidavits that they wanted to live with me and the psychologist had concurred that I was the right choice. I then had movers pack up Carla's clothes and personal effects and sent them over to her parent's house. Finally I changed the locks that morning and the code on the garage door opener. I was all ready. Carla was served with divorce papers that basically stated that I wanted the house and custody of the children. It also contained a restraining order declaring that she couldn't come within two hundred feet of the house, the children, or me. That didn't go over big. I didn't duck her calls this time. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she screamed at me. "How can you do this to us?" "Carla, there hasn't been an us for quite some time," I told her. "I forgive you. Is that what you want to hear? There I've said it. Now stop this nonsense, Steve, and we'll talk tonight," she told me. "It will have to be by phone, because I don't think you've read all the paperwork, especially the part that says you can't come within 200 feet of the house or the kids, Carla." "What?" she screamed as I held the phone away from my ear. "Why in the hell would you do that? You won't get away with this. I'll fight you. This isn't over yet," she yelled. "Well this has been fun, but I've got a few more things to do today, " I told her. "I'll call you when I have more time," I said as I hit the disconnect button. "Well, that's that," I said to myself. "I should have done this years ago." The divorce went smoothly or as smoothly as these things can go. Carla started to fight it, but soon gave up. The kids could see her whenever they wanted to and we split everything up 50/50; except my hidden stash that nobody knew about. Six months after our divorce became final, Carla was still telling everyone that we'd get back together, because we still loved one another. Good luck. I didn't date for quite a while, but eventually I missed female companionship and a few of my friends started to set me up on blind dates. Over 99.9% of the women had been divorced, and about two-thirds had kicked out cheating husbands. I dated a couple of them a few times, but most were still angry women with an axe to grind. That's when I met Ann. She was a breath of fresh air and even though her husband had cheated on her, it was a long time ago, and she'd gotten over him. We started very slow, because we were both a little apprehensive about getting into a relationship. It was after our tenth date, that I made my move. "Dinner, dancing, and a walk on the beach?" she asked. "You want to try and cram anything else in tonight." "Yes," I answered. "Only if you're willing," I said with a smile as I waited for her reply on the phone. "I guess this conversation has been long over due. Pick me up at 6:30 and we'll discuss what kind of desert will be on the menu tonight," she chuckled like a teenager. "Yes, yes, I'm in," I said pumping my arm as I hung up the phone. "Dad's got a hot date tonight" Danny yelled across the house to Sue. "It's about damn time, I thought he was going to end up taking the vows for the priesthood for awhile there," Sue replied with a smile. "Isn't anything private around here?" I yelled. "Not when it comes to your love life, or lack of one," Danny laughed. "I suppose I'm going to have to have that talk with you before you pick her up. Do you have any protection? If not dad, I can give you one of mine." "Way too much information," Sue spoke up from the kitchen. "Just remember to not be a selfish lover, and make sure she gets off too," she said with a laugh. "All right you two, enough is enough. We may not even do it tonight. I'm not in any hurry," I told them. "Maybe you're not, but I know she is," Sue told me. "She's already asked me if you moved this slow on all your dates. For a while she thought you might be gay. So dad, she's primed and ready. If you want, Danny and I will make ourselves scarce and you can christen that new bed you bought two years ago." "Enough about my date. It's like riding a bike, and you never forget," I told them. Well, I hoped I was right anyway. Dinner was fantastic and the music in the lounge was what I liked, slow and romantic. We danced on and off, but during the band's last set, I was starting to get aroused to say the least. "Maybe we should sit this one out," I told Ann. "Why?" she replied. "Just because I'm giving you a woody?" she said with a laugh. "All right, Steve, my place or yours?" The short drive to my place was filled with unspoken excitement. I hadn't been with anyone in a long time and wanted to prove to myself that I still had it. "Nice place," she said as we walked into the kitchen. "Got any wine?" she asked. "White or red?" I asked in reply. "How about red? Where's your bathroom?" she asked. "Down the hall on the right, second door." "Pour the wine, and I'll be right back," she said with a smile. "Oh boy, I'm going to get lucky tonight," I thought pouring two glasses of wine. I took off my jacket and tie, threw them over the chair, and took a long sip. I never even noticed that Ann had come back and was leaning up against the wall, completely nude. "Unless you've got a better idea, I think we should get this show on the road," she said while coming over to me and laying a big wet one on my lips. I took her by the hand and we headed for my bedroom. I ripped my shirt off, buttons and all, and was undressed in less than thirty seconds. We both fell onto the bed and for the next five minutes kissed and played a lot of tongue-tag as my hands wandered over her body. "Are you planning on kicking me out tonight?" Ann said looking at me. "I don't know what you mean?" I answered. "I mean, do we have all night? That's what I'm asking." "Let me put it to you this way, what do you want for breakfast?" I replied. "I was hoping you were going to say that" she said with a big grin on her face. "How long does it take for you to recover? You know, for another round?" "It's been so long, I guess I can't answer that one," I said. "Well then, I'll go first. We're going to play a little game. It's called getting to know your partner," she told me. "You lie back and enjoy. No touching me though," she instructed. Who was I to argue as she pushed me back on the bed and let her lips do the talking? Ann started off by kissing and licking my lips, ears, and then went to my chest. She used her teeth on my tiny nipples, a first for me, and then sucked on them until they were hard and sensitive. With her tongue, she traced a line down to my navel and finally down to my hard dick. The word hard really didn't do justice to what I was right now, maybe something like a steel rod would be closer. She licked the head and the underside all the way down the shaft before sucking one nut into her mouth. It took all of my will power not to shoot off. Ann smiled and grabbed my dick by the base, spit on the head, and started giving me a great blowjob. Her mouth was warm, wet, and so amazingly soft. I knew I was totally doomed to shoot soon. When I was about to climax, Ann gave my dick a hard squeeze and stopped sucking. "You're not getting off just yet," she said with an evil smile. "You'll be begging me to let you cum before I'm done," she said. And that's just what I did ten minutes later. "Oh God, Ann please. My nuts are ready to explode," I begged. "Well since you said please, I guess I'll finish you off." A gallon. I must have shot a full gallon down her throat as she pumped and sucked the last drop of cum from my dick. I was wasted and totally drained as she finished me off. "All right lover. Your turn, and it better be good," she said lying back on the bed with her arms behind her head. I was a little dumb-founded when she broke the silence and said, "I'm waiting," she said. I got some massage oil out from my nightstand and warmed it up in my hand. I massaged it onto her upper arms and chest, making sure not to touch her breasts; as two can play at this game. I dribbled a little bit on her lower stomach and down each thigh and then started working it into her skin. I went up her sides to just below her armpits and then dragged my hands between her, oh so nice, breasts. She was hot. "You've missed a few areas that need attention," she told me as I told her to flip over. "I'm not done yet, so just relax. I'm in charge, so do what I say," I said giving her ass a swat. "Oh, a little S&M. Do you plan on tying me to the headboard next?" she asked. That thought hadn't even crossed my mind, but I was glad Ann was no prude. "I forgot the blindfold, so we'll have to do that next time," I told her as I spread her legs wide and got between them. I worked the oil down her back to just above her ass. I let the oil then drip onto the small of her back and down her crack. "Screw this playing," I said to myself. I rubbed all the oil in, even the generous amount between her legs. I dragged my finger down from her shoulders, to her back and finished between her ass cheeks, as I gently touched her pussy and ass hole. For the next pass, I inserted a well-oiled finger into her pussy while I massaged her asshole with my thumb. Ann's initial reaction was to move her ass back until it totally consumed my finger and to tell me to work her clit. "Damn this shit," I thought as I flipped her over onto her back. At that point, I dove into her pussy; with my tongue, lips, and fingers all moving at once. Ann gasped at my onslaught and raised her legs up to give me better access. "Oh God, that feels so good," she cried out as she moved her ass around as I worked on all parts of it. Finger-fucking her with two fingers, I sucked on her clit as she started going nuts beneath me. Coming up for air, I wiped her pussy juice from my lips and worked on her clit with just my fingers. It didn't take long for her to get off. "Oh my God," she screamed as her pussy clamped down on my fingers and pulled me to her lips. "Take me now God damn it," she said as she worked me between her thighs. She was so sopping wet, I didn't think she knew that I was in until I rammed my dick home. "Oh God yes," was her only reply. We screwed each other hard for the next ten minutes, before she had her second climax and crushed me with her legs. I was close, but not quite there as I rolled her over onto her stomach, lifted her ass into the air, and drove my dick into her pussy. "She's the perfect height," I thought to myself as I pounded her ass watching it go in and out of her pussy. For a split second, I thought about doing a little ass play, but gave up on the idea. I didn't want to press my luck the first time, so I just pounded her until I gave up my nut. "That was worth the wait," she told me as she rolled over onto her back. "What took you so long to make your move?" she asked while kissing me. "I didn't want to screw it up, that's all" I replied. "You didn't," she said while moving over to me and cuddling under my arm. "I'm thirsty. Where's the wine?" she asked. "Hold that thought," I said running down to the kitchen for the bottle and our glasses. "Your wish is my command," I told her as I bowed. Ann laughed and told me to get my ass over next to her, as she covered herself with the sheet. "I need to recharge my batteries. How about we get some sleep and then do this all over again in a few hours?" And we did. This became a weekend ritual, either at my house, or hers. She didn't have too many sexual hang-ups and I finally felt like I'd met my perfect woman. For the next ten months, we did everything together as a family. The holidays, when I had the kids, were even more special when we were all together. Her son, Carl, was a year younger than Dan, so at least they had something in common, but Sue had the most trouble with it. Sue was still close to Carla, and they did, "women" things with each other most weekends. A couple of times, I got a little testy with her when she chose Carla over us. "Sue, I know you love your mom, but you've got to give Ann a chance too," I told her one afternoon. "She's not trying to be a replacement for your mother, but she's someone I want in my life, and that means you're going to have to deal with it also." "I know dad. It's just that I didn't think it would happen so soon," she told me. "Dad, I'll try. For you dad, I'd do anything," and she did try after that. When I gave Ann a ring she wasn't surprised. "Damn it Steve, I thought I was going to have to drop down on one knee and ask you," she told me while looking at the ring. "It's beautiful. We're going to be so happy together." Everyone was happy for us and said it was about time Ann made an honest man out of me. I met her friends and she met mine, and we became the most loving couple. That's when I had my first doubts. We were at one of her friends for a Saturday afternoon Bar-BQ. I was with the men outside grilling, when Ken explained that it was my turn to get the beers. I was walking into the kitchen when I heard Ann talking to Cindy, who was one of her oldest friends. "I love Steve to death, and I think he's the soul mate that I've always dreamed of," Ann told her as my head swelled. "Right now, we do it 4 to 5 times a week, but after we get married, we'll probably settle down to once or twice a week like all married couples our age. But, unlike most guys, who think they can do it ten times a day, ye who controls the pussy, controls the marriage," she said with a laugh. "I'd never cut him off like his first wife, but I don't want to be walking around bow legged all the time either," she said. "Damn, she can't be serious," I thought to myself. "Maybe it's the wine talking or maybe it's just girl talk," I reasoned. Nonetheless, I decided to keep my eyes wide open from that day forward. Ann never showed me that side of her again. I can remember her begging me for sex one night when I told her I was tired. "You don't love me anymore," she pouted with a sexy smile on her face. "Maybe I'll have to find a part-time lover if you can't keep up with me," she said with a laugh. "All right. But you'll have to do most of the work and I get the bottom tonight," I replied. "So use and abuse me babes," I said while lying naked on the bed; and that's exactly what she did. So much for one to two times a week. Thank God. I Do Only Means Maybe If Your Lucky I never knew Ann was jealous until we went out to dinner with a group of my friends after work. I'd known most of these couples for at least fifteen years and we were all used to the teasing that went on between us. When Diane grabbed me and pulled me to the dance floor, no one was shocked. When she dirty danced with me, everyone thought it was hilarious, that is, everyone but, Ann. I danced with a few of the other wife's and it wasn't until Terri grabbed my ass that I realized there was a problem. "I want to go home," was all Ann said to me. "You ok hon? Are you feeling sick?" I asked. "I just want to leave now," was her reply. "I joked around with the group in saying that we had to leave because there was a personal matter we needed to take care of," as I left with a wink. Some of the guys told me to get it when I could because after we got married there would be "none anymore." As a few of their wife's gave them the evil eye. I grabbed Ann and we headed out to the parking lot. She was quiet until we got into the car, and then came the explosion. "How could you act like that out on the dance floor with those women?" she yelled. "They had their hands all over you and all you did was smile," she continued. "Do you care so little about me that you can just embarrass me in front of everyone? Those women acted like stinking tramps tonight, and I won't stand for it," she shouted. "Relax, Ann. It was nothing more than a little grab-ass between friends," I told her. "Those women have no interest in me. They were just fooling around. That's all," I tried to explain but it didn't do me much good. "I can't believe their husbands would allow them to act in such a shameless way. If you had acted like that, you'd be cut off for a whole year. Do you hear me?" "Yes I did, yes I really, absolutely did hear you Ann," I thought to myself. I'm glad I did hear this. "I don't think I want to be friends with people who act like that," she continued. "My friends don't lose control. It's no wonder that Carla cut you off sometimes." "Carla's problem was that she forgot that marriage is an equal partnership in all areas including the bedroom," I told Ann. "She never had any problems with my friends, because she was secure in the fact that I'd never cheat on her, especially, with one of my friends." "Well, that was her down fall. Most men cheat with someone they know, be it a friend or someone they work with," Ann said to me. "If I even thought that you were cheating on me, I'd kick your ass to the curb in a heartbeat. So don't even think of it." So that certainly got me thinking. "Did I really know Ann, and what the hell was I in for years from now?" I asked myself. There was no way I wanted to go through another divorce. I wanted to be happy this time so that's when I decided to come up with a type of pre-nup agreement. It only took me a few days to come up with a list of things that would make me happy. But what about the other things, the things I'd have to compromise on with a wife. They weren't so easy. I spent the better part of a month putting it down on paper and had Greg proof read and make legal suggestions. In the end however, it came down to what I wanted, or should I say, needed to make me happy. This is because it was my responsibility in the end to look out for myself. What I ended up was the following, looking at the short version. Paragraph #1: What constituted sex: anal, oral, hand jobs, blowjobs, screwing and most of all, lovemaking. Paragraph #2: How often sex was to occur: Three to four times per week normally. Then, I listed exceptions like vacations, business trips, sickness, or injury, and the likes of. "It goes on a week to week basis and you couldn't bank extra sessions. Paragraph #3: Dealt with what happens when one or the other doesn't perform, or refuses the other, sex. The injured party can get his/her needs taken care of by a person of his or her choice and the other party should pay a reasonable fee to have it done. Also, the act didn't constitute cheating because one party was not fulfilling their part of the agreement. Paragraph #5: What constitutes cheating: I listed ten examples of what I thought would cover 90% of the cases; of which, not all included intercourse. The last one was that I simply stated that it would be an "act" that you wouldn't do in front of your spouse. Paragraph #6: Covered divorce. We would leave with exactly what we brought into the marriage and 50% of what we accumulated while being married. There would be no alimony, child support, or anything else because we both worked and we didn't plan on having any more children. Greg put it into a formal document and made everything legal including all the terminology, such as: to with, in accordance with, and not to exclude, and so on. It was pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. So much so, that Ann threw it in my face and refused to sign it. After I gave it to her, Ann didn't call me for a week after stomping out the door. There were no e-mails, calls or even text messages until the following Saturday when she showed up at my door. "I'm sorry about last week" she started. "It's just that you took me by surprise. That's all. When I finally realized it was a joke, and you weren't serious, I decided to forgive you," she told me. "I'm going to take you out for dinner tonight, and after that, I'm going to make love to you until one of us can't walk anymore, and I don't care which one of us that is," she said with a smile. "So get your ass changed, as you've got ten minutes." I decided to let it slide for tonight, I wasn't totally crazy, and it had been a week since we'd made love. True to her word, she nearly screwed me to death. We played grab-ass in the shower Sunday morning, and continued making wedding plans as if nothing was wrong. It was three weeks later, that I brought it up again. "Hon, I don't see why you have a problem with the pre-nup. If you want something changed, let's talk about it," I told her. "Steve, all it tells me, is what type of sex we're going to have, how often, and if I don't feel like it, that I have to pay for a hooker to service you. Doesn't that pretty much cover it? Don't we do it enough for you right now? How many more times a week can you get it up anyway?" she asked in a loud voice. "Marriage is more than just sex, Steve. It is about caring, loving, and being together," she said in a now quieter voice. "Ann, look please. It applies to both of us, not just me. I think we have a great sex life, but I don't want it to end or get stale," I told her. "That was the main problem with my ex-wife. She believed that once every two weeks was enough for me, because that's all she wanted. I'm a very highly sexual person and it's very important to me. I feel the closest to you when I'm making love with you. Why wouldn't you want to do it whenever we could?" I asked her. "Ok. Give me the agreement and I'll look it over. Satisfied? Now get your ass over here, momma needs some loving," Ann said while ripping off my robe. And that's what you call a happy ending to a weekend that started badly. The wedding plans went on as scheduled. I asked her a couple of times about the pre-nup, and all she would say is that she had it covered. "So you don't have any questions about it?" I asked. "Nope, I understand what you want," she replied. So that's how our conversations went. Two weeks before the wedding, I was having a few brews with a couple of buddies. I didn't need or want a stag. "Ann sign the pre-nup?" Greg asked. "Haven't seen it, but she say's that she has no problem with it," I replied. "So, in other words, you haven't actually seen it or don't have it, in your possession. Do you?" he asked. "Not yet, but it'll happen," I told Greg. Just then a couple of the other guys put in their two cents. "Jackie's laying two to one odds that Ann doesn't sign it," he told me. "A couple of the other wife's have told her that she would be a damn fool to sign it, because it is so one-sided," one told me. "Personally, if I was doing it all over again, I would have my wife sign it, or I wouldn't go through with the wedding. I get sex maybe once a week, if I'm lucky. And God help me if I make any suggestions about spicing it up a bit," he said finishing up his beer. "The questions I usually get is, "You don't like the way we make love? Or, whom are you comparing me to? Are you cheating on me? You just can't win." I listened to all of the comments, sloshed down another beer, and thought; "if she doesn't sign it, what then? Was it a deal-breaker? How did I get myself into this mess?" I asked myself. But I knew. The day of the wedding was perfect. Greg and I stood at the altar waiting for Ann to walk down the aisle with her father. The church was almost packed but there seemed to be more people on Ann's side than mine. Was I nervous? "Hell yes I was nervous." Just then, the music started. Ann slowly walked down the isle, with her father, who handed her off to me, before taking his seat in the first pew. We approached the priest and he told us to relax because that in ten minutes it would be all over. However, it didn't take that long. He went through his list of questions and when he came to; "Does anyone see any reason that these two should not be joined?" I spoke up. "Ann, do you have the signed pre-nup with you?" I asked. "I don't have that damn thing with me, Steve, I'll get it later," she told me. "That's ok. I have an extra copy that I've already signed," I said pulling it out of my jacket pocket. "All you have to do is sign it at the bottom and Greg here will notarize it later." "Steve, I'm not going to sign that damn thing right now. This is our wedding. We'll worry about that later," she told me. "But, you promised Ann," I told her. "Steve, I'm not going to sign it now, or ever, so let's forget about this foolishness and just do what we set foot here to do," she said while looking at the priest and trying to smile. I turned around and faced the crowd of guests. "As many of you are aware, I asked Ann to sign a pre-nup agreement," I started. "She said that she would, as she put it, take care of it, but I guess she hasn't. I 'm told that almost all of the women present think that she would be a damn fool to sign it, because a lot of it deals with our sexual lives going forward from today. I can't with a clear conscience go forward with this marriage knowing that instead of talking to me about it, she just ignored it, while thinking that it would go away. Ann, I'm sorry to say that it has not." I said while walking down the stairs away from the altar. "Steven Moore. Get your self back up here or so help me," she started to say before I cut her off. "Is there any women in this church right now who would sign this agreement?" I asked while holding up the pre-nup. The church was dead quiet as all the women were shaking their heads in a no fashion. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably less than a minute, I lowered the document. "Steve. You have embarrassed yourself enough. Now get back up here, so we can continue," said a mad Ann, as the church was dead silent. "I would be honored to sign it," I heard a voice from the back of the church say. In the last row of pews, right next to the door a middle-aged blonde stood up. "I'll sign it now, in front of God, and everyone else if you'll let me," she said walking up the aisle. "Shut her the hell up. Get her out of here," Ann yelled. "Let her talk," I told everyone. "I guess I know now that a marriage isn't some kind of game where each one tries to gain the advantage and win," she said out loud. "I guess there are rules and if you break them, you lose, no matter whether you think it's fair or not. So if you'll allow me, I'll sign that agreement and if it means we have to include Rose, so be it," she said smiling. "Give me that damn agreement, I sign it. Ann said while shouting at me. "Someone give me a damn pen," she yelled. "I'm sorry Ann. As you can see, it has an expiration time of 10:00 this morning, and it's now after 10:30. The offer is off the table," I said walking down to Carla. I offered her my arm and we walked over to where my kids were sitting. "Come on kids. Lets go home," I said as we all walked out of the church together. My understanding is that it got a little crazy after we left. Ann's father asked her why she didn't either sign it, or tell him that she wasn't going to, because he was now stuck with all this food. I was called a whole lot of bad names by most of the women, but the guys clapped as I walked out. I'll bet a lot of them we're going to get cut off tonight. Greg drafted up a new agreement that Carla and I both agreed upon, and we signed it the following day. Greg married us a week later in our backyard with just our family present. The cruise lines wouldn't let me substitute Carla for Ann, but gave us a credit we used on our honeymoon cruise a month later. To add insult to injury, our wedding made the news and local paper. It quoted Ann as telling a reporter that "Steve could go screw himself and that he wasn't that good in bed anyway." She moved away a short time later to God knows where. Rumor has it; she met a guy six months after the wedding. He proposed eight months later, and that is when she hit him with a pre-nup. Last anyone heard, they were hashing over the terms of the agreement. "Are me and Carla happy? Yes. Very much so. Do I think it'll last? I hope so, but if not, I've got a free get-out-of–jail-card, and I'm pretty sure Rose is still around. I Do What I Want In My House DISCLAIMER: This is a completely made up story. No characters in this story are real, and no situations from this story are being reenacted from real life events. This is a taboo story so read with caution if that bothers you. ***** I can't help but keep my eyes off my step daughter every time she is around in her cute little tops and shorts. She just turned 18, and that makes her more irresistible than ever. Her mother would kill me if she ever knew the fantasies I had about her daughter.. What my wife doesn't know, won't hurt her. I always think of Jennifer when her mother and I are intimate. It's horrible I know.. but Jennifer is so young, so lean. Her blonde hair frames her face so nicely and it is long enough that it falls just around her breasts when she has it over her shoulder. Her lips are so cute and luscious and I would give anything to find a way to get that pretty little mouth around my cock. She does have the attitude of a teenager though and sometimes I want to take my hand to her perfect ass. I would be punishing her just as much as spanking her would be punishing my growing cock. My wife was leaving for a week on a business trip, which meant I had to deal with Jennifers disrespect alone. Since I am only her step dad, she doesn't see me as someone she needs to respect. She mouths off quite often, and there isn't much I can do about it because she won't listen to any punishment I give her. After I dropped my wife off at the airport, I started on my way back home contemplating what exactly I wanted to make for dinner. Assuming Jennifer will be home, I should probably plan on something that she will actually eat as well. I pulled into the driveway, made my way up the porch and inside, and started on my way down the hallway to Jennifers room to ask her what she thinks sounds good for dinner. I pushed open her door, and when I peeked in I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Jennifer was loading pot into a pipe, and just as she noticed that I had caught her she screamed and threw it across the room. "Jennifer! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" "Oh my god Jake, what are you doing just busting into my room like this? Haven't you heard of knocking?!" "Jennifer this is my house, privacy is not something you just get, you earn it! And with what I just caught you doing, I think privacy is going to be a distant memory for you! What the hell would your mother say?" "Oh god please don't tell mom!! She always told me if she ever caught me doing anything like this she would send me away like other kids that get caught! Please you cant tell her!" "Jennifer I have to tell your mother, this is just unacceptable." "no please," she begged, "Just think about it! Please don't tell her!!" "I need some space Jen, I need to think about how I am going to break this to your mom." She began sobbing as I left her room and made my way to mine. As I was sitting there, anger filling me that she was really smoking weed in my fucking house, I had a beautiful idea. I walked out of my room and back to hers, and opened the door, Jennifer still crying on her bed. I sat down next to her, setting my hand on her leg. "I'm not mad. Im sorry I yelled. I have calmed down. But you know things like this cant go unpunished Jennifer, you need to learn a lesson and you need to know that you cant do whatever you want in mine and your mothers home. This is my house, and I am the only one who does what I want here. Do you understand?" I began to slowly move my hand up her tight little thigh, and she pulled away. "What the fuck are you doing?" She asked. "I am not going to tell your mom I just caught you smoking in our fucking house. I am going to be generous. But because I have decided to be generous, that means I get to do what I want in my fucking house." Jennifer looked at me, shocked and didn't respond. "You can let me do as I please Jennifer, or I can tell your mother and her and I will send you away so you can be dealt with elsewhere. Take your pick." I waited a second, then began my decent up her thigh once more, and this time she did not pull away. "Good girl. I will make you feel good, I promise. Soon, this wont even feel like a punishment." My cock began throbbing against my pants as I thought of the things I was about to do to Jennifer. As I ran my hand up and down her thigh, her breathing began to pick up. "If at any time you want me to stop, tell me. I will stop. And then I will go call your mother. You will be dealt with one way or another." I swept her blonde hair off of her shoulder, and then ran my thumb across her cute lower lip. Then i forced my thumb into her mouth, making her suck it, my cock growing more with anticipation. With my other hand, I grabbed one of hers and placed it over my throbbing cock through my pants. "Do you see what you do to me Jennifer? You make me so fucking hard. So hard for you. I have been waiting for a moment like this." I pulled my thumb out of her mouth, sliding it down her lip, down her chin, across her collar bones, and then lower until I reached the fabric of her tank top. I looked Jennifer in the eyes as I slowly pulled down the fabric of her shirt, exposing her all lace bra. Slowly, I slid both straps off of her shoulder, and slid her bra as well as her tank top down her body until her breasts popped out of their cloth cage. Mmmm she was so fucking sexy... I kissed her neck, and then slowly began to kiss her lower. Across her collar bones, down her chest, and then across her right breast until I found her nipple..I kissed it once, before sucking her nipple into my mouth and rolling it between my teeth. Jennifer gasped and threw her head back, and I slid my hand up to trap her other nipple between my fingers. "Mmmmm..oh.." Jennifers noises were making my cock go crazy, and I unlatched myself from her nipple to take her shirt and bra all the way off. I cupped both of her breasts in my hands and then began to slide my hands down her sides. When I reached her shorts, I left one hand hooked into them and let the other continue trailing lower, between her legs. I began to rub Jennifer through her shorts, and I could feel them beginning to get damp. Jenifer moaned, and pushed herself harder onto my hand. "Stand up Jennifer." She did, and she stood before me, I kissed her stomach and I slowly slid her shorts down to her ankles, and she kicked them off. I sat on her bed, admiring my step daughter standing completely naked before me. I began stroking myself through my pants, and her eyes trailed down to watch me. I unbuttoned my own pants, and pulled my throbbing cock out and began to stroke it. "Get on your kneed Jennifer." She did, and I ran my fingers across her cheek with my other hand, and then across her lower lip again before pulling her head to my cock. She very slowly opened her mouth, slowly tasting my cock with her tongue before closing her cute little mouth around it. Fuck, her mouth felt so good around my cock. I stroked her hair, and then grabbed the base of her neck. Then I began to thrust my hips, forcing my cock into her mouth and back out again. "Look up at me Jennifer. I want to look in your eyes as you suck my cock." She looked up as I continued to fuck her mouth, and it was almost too much. I pulled her off of my cock and picked her up from the floor by her arms. Then I turned her around and threw her on her bed, and by her ankles I forced open her legs so that her tight little pussy was on display for me. She moaned as I did this, obviously excited. I began to kiss the inside of her ankle, then up her calf, then her thigh as I began lightly nibbling on my way up. Jennifer moaned in anticipation as I got closer to her beautiful pussy...But just before my lips reached her, I skipped right over her waiting clit and went straight to the other thigh, kissing my way down. She moaned in frustration, expecting me to start licking her pussy and upset when I didn't. When I reached her other ankle, I kissed my way back up, very slowly, until my nose was touching her dripping pussy. Slowly, I licked her from her opening up to her clit and she moaned in ecstasy. I began circling her clit with my tongue, and then I sucked it between my teeth and bit down slightly. This action got a bit of a louder moan from Jennifer and a gasp right after. I began flicking her clit with my tongue, faster until she was practically screaming. I couldn't take this kind of anticipation anymore, so I began to kiss Jennifer up her stomach, teasing her nipple again before positioning myself between her legs. "I do what I want in my fucking house Jennifer." With that, I grabbed my cock and positioned it onto her pussy, teasing her clit before letting it begin to stretch her. "mmm ooh fuck, yeah" I pushed farther into Jennifer until I was so deep, I couldn't go any farther. Jennifer had taken my whole cock inside her pussy, and she was so tight around me. I pulled back slowly, enjoying every noise she was making, and when she least expected it I slammed my cock back into her, all the way in and she screamed. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK YES, OH GOD PLEASE HARDER!" At her command, I was pulling myself out of her and slamming back in with as much force as I could, her screaming the entire time. Jennifer feels just as good as I fantasized about, if not better. I wrapped my hand around her neck and kissed her lips, fucking her hard. "do you see what happens when you disrespect my house Jennifer? When you disrespect me, I have to disrespect you. Do you like being disrespected Jennifer? Do you like me fucking you in my fucking house? Fuck you feel so good, Jennifer. So fucking good baby." Jennifer screamed my name as she climaxed, and as she dug her fingernails into my back, I came hard in her tightening pussy emptying my shaft completely inside her. We both lay there, breathing heavily after we finished. I pulled out of her slowly, hearing her moan one more time. I sat up and spread her legs by her ankles again. "Push Jennifer. I want to see all of my cum spill out of your tight pussy. Mmm that's it baby, how does it feel having your step dads cum spill out of your pussy?" Enjoying my view for a few seconds more, I then got up and gathered my clothes before walking towards her door. "I will leave you to clean yourself up." "Jake??" She said. I turned around. "I have 2 more bags of that pot in my backpack...are you going to punish me for it again daddy?" It was the first time Jennifer had ever referenced to me as her dad, and I loved every bit of the fact that it was the filthiest way possible to do so. I Don’t Want to Know "Are you absolutely, positively certain that you really want to go through with this?" I questioned myself one more time, and nodded. "Yes. Please. I know it's strange, but I really do want to do this." My fiancé shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe I'm actually agreeing to do this for you, but..." "I know. Like I said, it's strange. Even stranger than wanting you to choke me when I'm bound and on the verge of cumming." He was definitely hesitating, stalling. The next move was his to make, and he was not making it. "You do have it, don't you?" I asked, trying not to use an accusatory tone. "Don't worry, pet," he replied, not looking at me even though he held my hand. "I bought it. Rather, a friend of a friend of a friend bought it for me, but I do have it." "Good," I said firmly. "I really want to do this." "I know," he said, finally looking into my eyes, trying to find the answers to his unspoken questions. "I just can't believe that..." "I know," I responded. I pulled him close for a hug, and was surprised to feel him trembling just slightly, even though I was the one who was about to willingly lose all sense of memory and self for several hours. "This is just so... so..." "'Strange?'" I finished for him. "I know it is. I don't understand it myself, but I definitely want to do this. I don't want to know what happens to me. I want to feel the wonder afterward, the concern..." "Okay." He finally pulled back from me and stood from the sofa. "I'll go do it." "Thank you." He retreated to the kitchen, leaving me alone. The darkness outside allowed me to see my reflection in the window, and I studied my face. I saw a recent college graduate, worldly yet naïve, struggling with the unknown as she was about to embark upon a bizarre journey most never want to make... yet she was doing it quite willingly, moreso than the one man she trusted more than anyone else in her young life. I stood and closed the curtains, to provide us the privacy for the inexplicable event which was about to occur in the small apartment. When my fiancé finally returned, he seemed far more nervous than I had expected. The glass of Bailey's shook noticeably in his hands as he approached me. "This is it? It's in there?" He only nodded as he handed me the glass. I was about to take a sip when he stopped me. "Let's sit," he said returning to the sofa and motioning for me to sit in his lap. Nothing else was said. Nothing else needed to be said. I sat in my fiancé's lap and slowly drank the chocolate-flavored alcohol, unable to smell or taste anything unusual. As I drank, his hand slowly, gently, respectfully kneaded a breast, subtly arousing me, preparing me for the unpreparable. When I was finished, I leaned forward to set the empty glass upon the coffee table, then leaned back into his strong chest, closing my eyes, waiting... "I'm sure most guys would love to have this chance presented to them," I said softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. "A helpless young woman passed out, unable to say no, unable to defend herself, unable to stop them from doing whatever they wanted with her, from using her body for their pleasure no matter how rough or twisted they wanted to be with her." "Sure, it's a fantasy," he responded, practically whispering into my ear, "but some fantasies are probably best left strictly as fantasies. Or, with some nameless babe, it doesn't really matter, but with someone you know, someone you love, it takes on a very different dimension which is hard to handle in some respects." "Well, keep handling my chest as we wait for it to kick in," I replied, not yet feeling sleepy or lethargic. I arched my back away from his chest, pressing more of my breast into his hand. He fortunately took the hint and brought his other hand to my chest, fondling both breasts, adding to my arousal, causing me to whimper softly. A thought crossed my mind: Would I be able to look him in the eye when I emerged from this bizarre experience? But it was definitely too late, for I had already consumed the spiked drink. I could feel the telltale hardness lengthening between us, but before I could reach between us to stroke him through his jeans, I felt the beginning of lethargy. A few moments later, I began to sway – just a little, but it was noticeable to us both. Carefully, I was shifted upon my fiancé's lap, then he stood and picked me up, carrying me. I remember being carried to the bedroom, being gently set upon the bed, and a tear of fear trickling from my left eye as he reached for one of the leather cuffs we always kept chained to the bedposts. I remember having absolutely no control of my body as he moved each arm and leg into position to buckle each cuff to me, and I remember thinking that since I was still fully dressed, one of my favorite outfits would end up being destroyed for him to truly have his way with me... My next memory is of being cuddled in the darkness. I was no longer bound, nor was I dressed. There was an ache of rawness within me, and my thighs were sticky – presumably from our combined love. My limbs felt heavy, but I was able to reach for my fiancé, envelope him as he slept, and pull him closer the act causing me to roll to my back upon the bed. He stirred, then finally lifted himself from me, looking into my eyes in the moonlit bedroom. Amazingly, I could look into his eyes. If anything, the flame of love burned ever more brightly within him. As we kissed, I slowly became aware of the torn clothes still clinging to me, of the scent of sex which still permeated the bedroom. Clearly, my body had indeed been used for his pleasure, and I had absolutely no memory of the event. I still wonder if I can live with that. I Don't Believe You "I don't believe you." I shrugged. "OK." I could tell from the corner of my eye that she was looking at me intently, challengingly. "When?" She demanded. "Which time?" She hesitated a moment as if in shock, then she half-shouted, "YOU'VE DONE IT MORE THAN ONCE?" "Yep." "No way." She turned away, entirely unconvinced. I didn't care if she believed me or not, but I did find it strange that she didn't. I mean, was it so hard to believe? She waited almost a minute before turning back to me and demanding, "Who with?" "None of your business." She seemed to be thinking about this and it was a long time before she said, "So why didn't I know about it? We've been best friends for years." Best friends ... and opposites. I have flaming red hair to my shoulders, green eyes and, if you'll pardon the self-evaluation, a pretty, sultry face with a good, strong, if unremarkable, body. Janie is the geek-type — for a few weeks in grade 11 she even had white tape on the bridge of her always-present black-rimmed glasses. She is shorter than me, thin to the point of skinny, with impressive breasts, alabaster skin, long chestnut hair and a pretty, if geeky, face that is often pinched in concentration. Where Janie is sharp as a tack, I'm more street-wise. "Well, it's not something you brag about ..." "You don't brag about losing your virginity, either but I couldn't wait to tell you when it happened to me and with who and neither could you." "With whom." "What?" "You said 'I couldn't wait to tell you when it happened and with who.' It should be 'whom.' With 'whom' it happened." I pretended to be concentrating of the traffic which, fortunately, was light. "Well?" She insisted. I shrugged again. "Well, I just didn't think you'd be interested." "NOT INTERESTED! WHY NOT?" She half shouted this; she sounded exasperated. "Well, maybe I thought you'd be a little ... I don't know, shocked, a little disgusted." "Wroooong." Then she sounded kind of hurt. "Why would you think that? And why didn't we ever try it, I mean, we've had nothing but opportunity." I surprised myself when I said, "I did tried, a few times. But nothing." She quickly loosened off her seat belt and turned in her seat to face me. "What do you mean you tried? When?" She sounded belligerent, as if I was lying to her. "A few time." "Ya, so you claim. When?" Again, the belligerence. "When was the last time?" I thought for a second, "I don't know. A few months ago." "When? Where? I don't remember that." "I came up behind you, put my arms around your waist and squeezed you. I think we were at your place, in your rec room." She laughed dismissively. "That was not coming on to me." "No," I agreed, "but when I did it to someone else a couple of years ago, she put her hands on mine, squeezed them and that's all it took." I could tell she was thinking about this. "So if I had squeezed your hands ..." "You would have sent me a message ... of reassurance or approval and my little squeeze would have escalated. That's the way it works." Her hesitation was laughably long. "Seriously?" "If a guy came up behind you and did that and you wanted him to, what would you have done?" She thought about this for just a second, "Ya, no, I get it but God, what if I was wrong. I mean with a guy, no big deal, but with a girl? What if I squeezed your hand or lifted your hands to my breasts or something and I was wrong? What if you were just ... like, giving me a hug?" "Then we'd laugh it off." I flicked out my hand and ran the back of my fingers slowly across her breast. "What are you doing?" "Do that to me." I looked over at her. "Seriously, do that to me." She thought about it and when she did, I said, "Oh, God, Janie, it's been a long time since someone has done that." Then I laughed. "See? When I touched you, you flinched and wanted an explanation. When you touched mine I offered some encouragement." I shrugged. "Logic. If, when I gave you that hug, you offered me some encouragement I would have taken the next step: works the same for girls as it does for boys ..." "Except the difference is that you're SUPPOSED to play those games with guys." I laughed, "Don't be stuffy." She fell into deep thought for so long I though she had dropped the topic. "So what's it like?" "Do you mean that in the sense of what is it about playing around with a girl that is similar to other activities ..." She laughed. "You know what I mean." "It's fun." "Fun?" I could tell this surprised her. "Fun? Volleyball is fun. What kind of a description is that?" I laughed. "It's fun — recreational sex without the baggage." "Without the baggage!" She exploded. "It's lesbianism, for fuck's sake." "Bullshit!" I half-shouted back. "I'm no lesbian." "Then what do you call it?" "Fun. I call it fun. Sexual fun. That's what it is, I mean, jeez, good sex IS fun. I love orgasms, no matter where I get them. And I like to give them, too." I took a quick look over at her. "Do you remember when you stripped off your clothes and fingered yourself to your first orgasm in front of your computer?" "Barely." "Ya, well, after the orgasm passed you probably felt a little stupid: fucking yourself in front of a box of wires and a window is not normal, it's not like fucking yourself under your sheets or in the shower or wherever." I took a quick look over at her again. "Well, sex with a girl was the same sort of thing to me. It wasn't normal, and I felt a little different after I did it but I got over that pretty fast, just as I got over fucking myself in front of a computer screen." She wasn't giving me any hint if I was making any sense to her, then, after a long time of me pretending to be looking in my side mirrors, rear view mirrors and peering around for lateral traffic, she said, "Do it again." "Do what again?" "Flick my tit." I did, the same way I did before but she just sat there impassively, she didn't react, until finally she said, "'Why did you do that?' I mean, that's what I'd say to that ... every fucking time. And you're telling me that you'd actually say, 'Hey, that felt really good. Do you want to make out?'" "If I was in the mood, sure I'd say something like that, something encouraging, but hey, not every women would be into this. Most, maybe 90%, would be turned off. I get it. But as it happens, I'm not one of them." "Do you think 90% would be turned off?" "I have no idea. No, probably not that high, probably not nearly that high." "I don't think so, either." She was quiet again until she said, "Fun. You really think of it as fun?" "Ya, I do, there are other words, but that's the way I think of it, fun sex. Really, it's a bit of a blast." She was quiet again and again I didn't know if the discussion was over, then she asked, "Do you think I'm a prude?" "No." I didn't, but I knew she was no libertine, either. "How many times did you try to," she laughed nervously, "come on to me?" I shrugged. "I don't know. Two or three." This seemed to almost shock her. "You don't actually know?" "Four. The first two were pretty subtle, pretty feeble; I could see how you'd miss the message." I laughed, I was feeling a little giddy with the conversation. "But the other two were pretty overt." "But I missed the signals?" "Apparently." She waited awhile before saying, "Are you planning on giving me another try?" I laughed, a little nervously this time. "Nope. After this conversation another pass at you might be construed as stalking." "So if anything is to happen, it has to come from me?" She sounded pissed off. "Come on, Janie, I'm not ..." "No, no, I know you aren't." She was quiet again, for about another mile, then she said, "So what have you done?" "Done?" "Sexually, ... with a woman?" I shrugged. "Pretty much everything I could think of. Like I said, it was fun." "Pussy?" "Yep." "Wow." She was quiet for another couple of minutes then she asked, "Have you ever masturbated with a woman?" "No." "Ever masturbated while another woman was there, like, say, in a car?" "Nope." I laughed. "I've led a pretty sheltered life, Janes." "Too bad." She reached into the back seat and got her jacket. "I thought you could give me some pointers. I'm fucking jumping out of my skin. Do you mind?" I wasn't entirely sure I understood her but when I glanced over she had unfastened her seat belt, put her jacket over her lap and she was sitting up and, I gather, pushing down her panties. "You know," she said, as she kicked her panties away and settled into her seat, sloughing down with her butt on the edge of it, "if you had said to me, 'do you want to fool around a little,' you know, when it was convenient, when we had time, I would have been into it. I wouldn't have known how to go about it, but I'd have been up for it." "Do you really think so?" I said this knowing there was doubt in my voice. She quickly looked over at me. "You don't?" "I think you'd like to think you would but, no, I don't think you would." She laughed, dismissively. "But you didn't think I'd sit here and masturbate, either." "Well," I laughed with her, and said, with an ulterior motive, "I'm not positive you are." I had hoped she'd remove the jacket, but she didn't, instead, she reached down onto the floor and I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was handing me something. Without looking I took it from her hand. It was her panties, her very wet panties. "Still think I'm faking it?" I held the yellow nylon up to my nose, and laughed, "You can't fake that." "And yours?" "They'd be about as wet." "And as fragrant?" I laughed for about the fiftieth time, I was really having fun with this and loving that she was, too. "I hope so." She reached out. "Let's have them." I took a quick look at her. "Now?" She sat up and grabbed the steering wheel. "Come on." I sat up, pulled up my skirt and quickly pulled my panties down but I had to kick off my shoes before I could pull them away. But when I handed them to her I had had enough. "I'm pulling off the first chance I get." We were on a two lane country road and there were lots of roads leading off it, mainly gravel. I took the first one we came to and drove down it about a half mile and turned onto a grass pathway leading to a farmer's field. "I want to try this, Sue." Her large dark eyes were staring at me, unbelievably intense through the lenses of her black framed glasses. "Want what?" I demanded, as I undid my belt and turned as best I could to face her. "Fun. Sexual fun. With you." "Take the jacket away." She did. Her left knee was pulled up at almost a right angle and the fingers of her right hand partially disappeared into her luxuriant brown bush. "Take your top off and your bra." I didn't like the sound of my voice but it conveyed the urgency I was feeling because her fingers moved quickly to strip her t-shirt away but I stopped her before she could remove her bra. It was yellow, like her panties, and as sheer. Her full breasts and her very stiff nipples were so unbelievably erotic that they absolutely shocked me. "Jesus." And I just stared at them, stupidly. "Can I see you?" "God, why." And I leaned over, put my hand behind her neck and brought her lips to mine and as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, I brought my fingers along the exquisitely smooth skin of her inner thigh and I gently slid them into her soaking pussy. But she reacted as if she had been stabbed: she flinched dramatically at my touch, so I stopped my fingers and tongue and pulled back from her and looked at her and laughed. "Think of the computer screen." And I guess she did because when I put my lips back on hers and snaked my tongue into her mouth she began sucking on it and gently beating herself against the fingers that had found their way back inside her and within a minute she was shouting uncontrollably into my mouth and when I felt her orgasm wash over my fingers her scream tapered to moans then to signs and she finally fell back against the door where she panted for a few seconds before looking up at me and laughing. "Fuck me." Then she looked down at herself, whisked away some cum from her pubic hair and she laughed again as she wiped her fingers along my leg. "Here," she pulled at my leg now and she moved forward on the seat so she could fit my leg between her body and the seat. "Pull up your skirt and take off your shirt." When I began to pull my shirt up over my head I could feel her fingers lightly brush my pussy. "Hey, what are you doing?" Her head jerked up in surprise. There was terror in her eyes. When I laughed she pinched me, a little painfully, and she laughed, too — but I could see her relief. I threw my shirt on the console between us. "The bra, too." "You first." She didn't hesitate, she quickly undid the clasp between the cups and as she dropped it on the floor her fingers were back caressing me and she was looking intently at me, like really intently, as I shook off mine and dropped it on my shirt and lay back against the door opening my legs a little more. "God, we're so different, aren't we?" she said. Her fingers whisked around my vulva, through my hair but barely touching my skin. "God, Janie, that is unbelievable." Little electric shock waves were jolting deep inside me. Her face was intense, even painfully so. Her other hand was now between her legs. I quivered my butt cheeks, trying to encourage her to go in me. "I just love this intimacy, Janes — it's the best part of sex." I slide down in my seat a little trying to open myself more for her. "And it's the hardest to come by." She laughed a little contemptuously, as if she was having as hard a time with her husband, Jerry, as I was having with my fiancee. "No kidding." Then she settled back against the door, moved down a little in her seat so her pussy was only a few inches from mine. "Let's be quiet for a few minutes, OK? I just want to look at you. I want to experience this." Her dark eyes, always so penetrating, were boring into mine. I had to look away, I looked at her breasts and wondered if she had any milk in them yet because they were even larger than I expected and more shapely — too big to be pert but wonderfully youthful, without a hint of sag. And she had really big aureolas, far bigger than mine and darker and her nipples were bigger and stiffer than mine have ever been. Then I looked at the long, thin fingers playing in my hair and I touched them, gently, encouragingly and I could hear her little gasp and I shuddered at the feel of her breaking into me and I scrunched down a little further to welcome her fingers and when her other hand began to caress the inside of my thigh I closed my eyes and shimmied at her touch as I caressed my stomach and breast. After a few minutes I heard, "Suzie?" Her voice pulled me from a place I had never been to before. But I didn't open my eyes. "Hmmmm." "You're the sexiest woman alive." I still didn't open my eyes, I was afraid I'd alter my universe, I just smiled, "Thanks, hun. You're making me feel like the sexiest woman alive." She gently poked her finger into me now, about a half inch and she ran it slowly up and down my length. "Here." When I opened my eyes her panties were in front of my face. "Smell me. Look at me." I took them from her and brushed them against my face, breathing in her aroma, feeling their cool dampness and I studied her face until she brought her glistening fingers from between her legs and she started to trace a path across the contours of her breasts. I was on the brink but pretty much OK, then she picked up my panties and brought them to her face and she smiled at me, a really seductive, really mischievous smile and that did it; that sent me over. The moment I moaned, she jumped up, then on to her knees and she lurched forward, sticking her fingers deep into me and she clamped her mouth on mine and sucked on me with such ferocity that my orgasm seemed to come as much through my mouth as from between my legs. When I stopped moaning and started whimpering she tried to pull away but I wouldn't let her. Instead, I pulled her into me, turning her so she lay on her side across me and I put my mouth back on hers and we kissed and sucked and moaned and we didn't stop until a pickup flew by and the honking stopped. We were mostly dressed when we took to the road again and we were quiet for a long time until she said, "After you're married, can you imagine coming over to my place and us doing that?" "You know what I was thinking?" I didn't wait for her to respond. "I was thinking how much I'd like to watch your body ... until she's born. You know, every week, watching your belly grow and your breasts get round ..." "Fall," she laughed. "Will you let me?" "God, can you imagine? I'd just love that, Sues. I don't know how sexy I'll feel but I'd just love you there, looking at me." "It isn't about the sex, Janes, it's about the intimacy." We drove in silence. I could feel she was looking at me. Finally, I turned to her, "What's up?" "I don't get it." "Get what?" I had no idea what she was referring to. "You think a little hug is a sexual hint?" "Well, I probably pressed my breasts ..." "ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS," she shouted. "WE COULD HAVE BEEN DOING THAT FOR THE PAST FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND YOU COME ON TO ME WITH A LITTLE FUCKING HUG AND THINK THAT THAT'S A FUCKING SIGNAL?" She was shouting at the top of her lungs now, and laughing. "A HUG IS AN EMBRACE FOR FUCK'S SAKE. GET IT STRAIGHT. STICKING YOUR TONGUE DOWN MY THROAT ... NOW THAT'S A FUCKING SIGNAL!" We laughed for miles. I Don't Care If You Are Married She got into his car with butterflies in her stomach. The longing for this unknown man had been filling in all the small spaces and nooks of her mind for the past two weeks and now, finally, their skin will touch...their lips caress out a hello. His face looked familiar, like a very old friend known for years...and she leaned forward straight away to kiss him tenderly. The kiss was soft at first, just the barest hint of a kiss, then their full lips dipped again into each other, more fully...then again adding the first lick of their tongues. The slippery soft warmth of his kiss sent shivers of lust into her pussy, and she pressed more fully into him, as the car seat and distance would allow. She rested one hand on his chest and felt the fast rise and fall of his breath and knew he was just as turned on as she was. Their kiss turned hot and passionate fast, tongues dancing in one another’s mouth, their lips feasting with an erotic hunger that was intense. Unable to control her passion, her hand slowly moved down to rest on his bulging erection, and as she felt his hardness he gasped in pleasure and reached out to fondle her breast in response. She loved the way he cupped her full tit, his hands trying to take in its large rounded softness...the way he stroked her nipple. Her pussy was throbbing, even more intensely than all the times it had drummed out its need to her the last two weeks. She could tell from the way that he took his time to drink in her kisses that he was a sensual lover. It became obvious fast that the first time fucking that was going to take place soon would be incredibly hot and wonderful. The images of them naked and her astride him, his cock buried deeply into her cunt flashed in her mind and sent another wave of thrilling wetness to her pussy. Absolutely no thoughts of her husband, or his wife entered their minds...they were just full of the sexy pleasure only they could give to one another. Her new lover was hot and she couldn't wait to fuck and be fucked by him!!! Their kiss broke apart after a few minutes, her hand resting on his cock, and his on her breast and they smiled out a hello to one another. There was something so hot about fucking a stranger, now to become a familiar lover, and it was all she could do to sit still and not pull him into the back of the car right then and there. She gave his hard shaft a squeeze and said "I can't wait to feel this deep inside of me lover..." and leaned forward to give him another full lipped sensual kiss. He firmly squeezed her breast in response and circled his tongue around hers in a lusty response, arching his hips up against the seat belt and put more of his cock in her hands. She slipped her hand down lower to rub his balls and cocks thick length. She wanted him totally hot and bothered for her!! She felt the knob of his cock through the trousers and from the heat that emanated from his shaft knew that he was totally turned on. She pulled away slightly to look in his eyes, and he said "let's go, I HAVE to have you NOW" with a fierce lusty look. She reluctantly let go of his cock and gave him the directions to their new private "fuck spot". It had taken her a little while to figure out where he could park his van for their tryst and found the perfect secluded spot just yesterday morning. Her pussy was on fire...she pressed her legs together tightly to relieve some of the pressure and wished so hard that his fingers were playing with her pussy right now...or his tongue...or the head of his cock!! Anything!! Just fondling her clit and pussy hole right NOW!! She remembered the way they wrote in emails about this moment, the way her pussy was on fire all this time from the words he wrote her about how he would fuck her! He noticed her squirming, and knew that she was hot for him. Just the idea of it all send another dark spear of desire into his cock and is cock bulged harder in response to her movements in the car seat next to him. He floored it, driving safe but fast and it seemed like forever before he was parked discreetly away from the road in their spot. He was overcome with desire, not thinking, just feeling his body alive with passion and the sweet lust coursing through his veins. No sooner was the car shifted into park, and the emergency brake on being put on before she was up and out of her seat, moving to the empty space in the back of his van. She couldn't wait to feel him beneath her, feel him on top of her and behind her as he filled her up with his hard thick cock. With complete impatience she ripped off her clothes and flung them to the corner, immediately getting onto all fours with her ass, in crotchless black panties, facing him. She wanted to make herself irresistible to him, and chose this position both out of desire to feel him enter her deeply and because she knew he liked to take his woman from behind. She turned her head back to look at him, tossing her hair to the side and saw him freeze as he was taking of his shirt to stare at her offering. She saw his eyes widen as he looked at her dripping pussy lips visible through the crotchless panties, the wetness of her desire pulsing out its aroma and heat...her tits swinging full and free from the motion of getting into her offered position for him...the hot wanting look in her eye. She saw him acknowledge all of this and watched how within seconds his face to changed from excited to downright overwhelmed with the need to fuck her NOW. Taking off his clothes increased double time and he was totally naked rapidly and on his knees behind her in a record time. He reached out and palmed her ass cheeks, their white softness warming under his touch, kneading and squeezing their rounded flesh. She arched her back and pushed her ass into his touch, sighing in pleasure. He stroked his cock to relieve the pressure that he felt to bury himself deep into her steaming pussy...he wanted this first fuck to last as long as he could, while he touched his new lovers skin...it was softer than she described in her emails and photos that she sent to him. He stroked her tenderly at first, from her ass cheeks to her inner thighs and back, then trailed them up and down her spine and down again...her body moving with him. He loved the sexy scrap of black satin and lace that was her crotchless panties, just the way he liked them. Up close now, he could see the dark brown pussy hairs curling out past the edges of the panties. Her pink rosy pussy was shiny and wet with her arousal and taking in this sight of her, his lover, he sensually felt his tongue, fingers and cock ache for her. Her skin was so soft and as much as he wanted to dip his fingers into her pussy he kept teasing her over and over by just stroking around the area of her pussy but not touching its womanly heat. After a few minutes of this, he realized how hard and fast he was jerking his cock and slowed down when it became apparent he was about to cum all over her. She looked at him from time to time, licking her lips in anticipation, in need. The moment was so hot! They both loved the feelings of desire they were sharing, the whole experience of sex together was getting them more and more aroused. With a groan of surrender, he finally leaned down and brought his nose and mouth close to her pussy. Her smell was all woman...the obvious desire she had for him leaked out of her. Sticking out his tongue as far as it could go he just slipped into her pussy lips and slid it down the length of her hot slippery slit. She tasted so fucking delicious!! His hot breath followed his tongue as he delved into her folds. They both moaned at once, a singular outburst of passion. She LOVED the feeling of his warm breath, his tongue finally sliding around and eating her pussy. It was sooo hot...it felt incredible and sexy! Her husband never licked her pussy anymore and she longed for it so much - the feeling of her new lovers licks was so hot!! She felt him tongue the length of her, then flick on her clit and slide back up to her pussy hole and dip in. His nose bumped against the base of her pussy and the crotchless panties and all he could not think at all, just feel and taste her womanhood. She tasted so sweet, so hot and he just wanted to gobble her entire pussy up!! His cock was dripping out pre-cum and pulsating with desire in this moment of feasting...he could hear her moans of pleasure and it was such a turn-on to be with a responsive lover, he knew without a doubt she wanted him bad. He used his finger to part the folds of her pussy as he tongued her hole and started to rub her clit wetly back and forth. She cried out when he did this and it all of a sudden the whole experience became way too much, he reared up and taking his cock in his hands, shuddering with the force of his want, drove home his cock in one thrust, his balls slapping against her thighs in reaction to his forceful movements. He hadn't fucked like this in ages!! His wife was always bitching about his cocks thick size, it was so hot to be with a woman who WANTED him, who moaned out such intense pleasure for his cock. The feeling of being full of thick hard cock was so abrupt she shouted out, arching her back even more then before and adjusted her pussy to allow for the hardness deep inside her. The feeling of being SO full of his cock, having it so deeply thrust in her started the makings of an intense orgasm inside her immediately. She felt him grab onto her hips and pull her harder onto his cock, felt him grind into her as much as he could...stuffing her pussy to the brim with his thickness. She felt her pussy stretch and slide all around him...it was so HOT to be fucked like this.... Her pussy was tight and pulsed all around his length. He grit his teeth in control, trying to calm down and make it last, but it was soo hard...her pussy was hot and slippery - just the way he liked it. He took hold of her hips and pulled her tighter onto his cock, burying himself in her pussy...when he bumped the head of his cock pleasurably against her cervix he pulled back rapidly as far as he could go and not slip out of her pussy, and then just as fast drove his cock home inside her again and again and again...this fuck was so awesome, her pussy fit him like a glove and he loved the way the soft but rough texture of the crotchless panties rubbed his balls....He became harder and harder as he thrust his cock home into this sweet woman who was now his secret lover. When he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw his massive cock sliding back and forth, wet looking and juicy with her pussy's desire for him, his cock red and throbbing as he fucked her - he saw how her pussy lips seemed to cling to his cock, as if they never wanted his hard shaft to leave their wet embrace...He took in her arched back, her tits bouncing with the force of his dick as he fucked her from behind and the noisy wet sounds he was making as he thrust into her again and again and again. Her moans increased in pitch, he vaguely heard her call out "harder, fuck me harder" before he began to lose all control of his cock, the cum building and beginning to rise in the need for release and pummeled her with the force of his desire. The tip of his cock banged her cervix over and over and sent a pulsing pressure all the way to his balls, the heat and wetness surrounding him and he just couldn't hold back the cum anymore. As he began to spill his seed deep inside his lover, he felt her own pulsating orgasm hit her and between her shuddering pussy and his thrusts he came with an intensity he hadn't felt in years, holding tight onto her hips as he impaled his exploding cock inside her pussy... It was a long time before their breathing calmed, and their heart rates returned to normal. He was just resting on her ass, hugging her from behind while his cock slowly softened. She was resting her head on the floor of the van, her elbows bent, eyes closed in pure contentment. After a time, she moved a bit and his cock slid softly and wetly out of her still warm and wet pussy. She turned around while he was still resting on his knees and crawled over to him, taking off the crotchless panties and now kneeling in front of him. She pressed her large breasts into his chest, taking him in her arms and kissing him full on the mouth in thanks. She loved the way her sensitive nipples felt rubbed against his skin, the way her still hardened nips encountered the warmth of him. The aroma of their sex was heavy in the air and she breathed it in as she kissed him, loving the way his full lips felt against her own. She stroked his hair, caressing its softness with her fingers and knew she wanted to cum again with this man, wanted to make love with him over and over. She loved knowing that they were together for sex, for the adulterous pleasure all for themselves and no one else. He hugged her close, reveling in her soft warmth, her fullness of figure and the difference between them that was all male and female. He felt her damp pussy hairs close to his cock and pulled her closer to him, reaching down to caress her ass once again while his other hand reached up to grab onto a handful of her long hair. The kiss turned deeply passionate at once and he reveled in the fact that he just fucked her and she wanted more of him. It didn't take long at all for his cock to get hard again, and this time he wanted to fuck her the way she wanted it, he had to know what it felt like to have her ride his cock, just like she desired. He broke off the kiss reluctantly, and scooted around so that he was now able to lay back and spread his full length out on the floor of his van. She was still kneeling in where they had been kissing and watching him, her eyes now playful and delighted as she saw him laying there. "Ride me honey, just like you wanted in all those emails we sent each other" he said softly to her, and watched those playful eyes become half-lidded with desire for him instantly. She was so aroused, looking at this man who was just a stranger to her a half hour ago and now very dear to her, and wanted nothing more than to fill her over-heated pussy up with him again. He knew exactly what she wanted and with no hesitation whatsoever she spread her legs on either side of his and straddled over him. She moved slightly lower though, and simply had to know what it felt like to taste him, so she bent down over his thick hard cock and closed her lips over the head... He had closed his eyes briefly in anticipation and pleasure knowing he would be inside his lover again shortly, and when he felt her mouth encase the head of his cock he blinked them open again rapidly. The sight of her lips stretched over his head, the way her warm breath blew on his cock was intensely thrilling. His hips reared up without his command to do so and he saw how she took his thick cock deeper into her mouth, he saw and felt her work her head up and down his shaft and then began to feel the soft working of her tongue swirling around the ridge of his head and she bobbed up and down his length. It felt sooo sooo good to be sucked on, to be licked and stroked by her mouth. She loved the way he tasted, so manly and erotic! He filled her mouth to the brim and it was so hot to suck his cock, to taste her lover and the traces of her pussy that was still on his dick. She couldn't stand the emptiness of her pussy any longer though, and moving sensually up, she placed her steamy wet pussy full on the length of him, her breasts hanging heavily from her chest and nipples just trailing along his torso. She had to kiss him right now! Their lips met and mingled and she slid her pussy up and down his shaft, her clit on fire and desiring the pleasure he brought her. She nearly came on him, just from rubbing his shaft but before she lost control she slid up to the very tip of his cock, then changed the arching of her hips so that when she slid down again she took his length deep inside her slippery hot pussy. It felt sooooo good to slide down his hard thick cock, the width of it spearing her and filling her up completely. She could not hold back her groan of delight in this man, the attraction she felt for him was all consuming. She sat up when he was buried inside her and rocked back and forth on his cock to take him even further insider her tight pussy walls. Her ass rested on his balls and she leaned back, her tits thrust upwards and fondled the soft sacs as she bounced slowly and gently, just a little bob on his hard cock.... He watched her - watched how she moved and the way her eyes were closed in rapture...in desire for him and the way he made her feel. His cock had not been this deep in pussy for such a long time...he didn't know where he ended and she began and the sight of her rosy hard nipples was such a turn on. His hands reached out and cupped her breasts, spilling out of his hands as she rocked her pussy on his shaft. When she stroked his balls, he almost exploded right then and there inside her. She didn't even have to move and he knew he would cum hard inside her, just from her pussy's wet heat. He filled her up he knew, filled her up tight and the way her pussy stretched to encase his cock felt so delicious. He let go of the voice of wife's nagging bitching about his cock and reveled in this new lovers excited acceptance of all his cock had to offer her. She loved riding this man, knew she would from the way they wrote to each other, the way his cock looked from the pictures he sent her. He fit her perfectly and everything about this lusty sex encounter was what she wanted...she couldn't hold back any longer, and began to rapidly rise and fall onto his thick hard cock, the desire pooling over and spilling out of her pussy...she could tell she was incredibly wet because his balls were slick now. The feeling of his hands cupping her tits was hot, and she placed her own hands over his as he squeezed her and rolled her nipples between his fingers. She rode him up and down, pressing hard and deep every time she brought her pussy low onto his shaft...just the way she had been wanting to fuck for so very long now. She couldn't help herself from moaning out "oh yes! oh yes!" over and over as they fucked passionately. She reached down at one point and spread her pussy lips out wide, so her clit was exposed to the cock-riding she was doing, and after she did that it was like taking a step of the edge of a pleasure cliff, and she began to feel the trembling desire of her orgasm build. The more intense the pleasure became she pushed herself down harder and harder on his cock. Her clit now sliding around the base of his groin, rubbing against the skin and pubic hair there creating an erotic friction with the ever increasing hardness of his cock buried so deeply inside her pussy. She was so overwhelmed with her desire that she stopped moving up and down his shaft and just rocked back and forth on his now orgasmically hard cock, not allowing one moment of full deep contact to pass...she came with shuddering intensity - a totally mind blowing orgasm. When he felt her throb and pulse her orgasm around his cock he just totally exploded. He was buried so tightly and deeply inside der...everything was just so intensely delightful - the feeling of her tits, the way she was nestled so hard and deep on his cock...he thrust his hips up into her, plunging his dick in even further and came with all the lust and arousal he felt inside himself, thanking god his wife wasn't the only pussy he was committed to fuck for the rest of his life. He watched with lusty pride as his new lover's face twisted into a mask of pleasure as she came hard because of his cock and the pleasure they created. and this was just the beginning... *Hope this arouses every one who reads it...this scenario is about to take place in real life, and its going to be EVEN better in person than written here...I just cannot wait to have all the orgasms that the man in the story is going to give me!! Please vote for this story if you want to!! * I Don't Cyber "I understand. Yes. No I'm not mad. I'm fine. Really." Jenna hung up the phone and bit her lip to hold back tears. She was standing in the middle of the mall and didn't need to create a scene. She had been wandering around the large air-conditioned mall, waiting until her boyfriend's plane landed. It was a hot and sticky August evening and she would have turned into a puddle of sweat had she waited at home. Now, just an hour before she was going to meet him at the airport, he had called with the bad news. He was away on business a lot. It was good because normally he brought her along. She would get her schoolwork done during the day and then be able to spend her evenings with him. He would take her out to dinner and then they would go back to the hotel for a long passionate sex session. Jenna stormed out of the mall towards her car. Bryce had an effect on her and she wasn't sure how that was possible. Within a few months of dating they were in sync all the time -- both in and out of the bedroom. She knew that either on her graduation day or a little while after he would give her an engagement ring. He wanted to give it to her earlier, but her father was very adamant about that. One of the first things Mr. Johnston had said to Bryce was, "My daughter remains at home and unmarried until she finishes her degree. An education is an important part of a young woman's life." Bryce had nodded. He understood completely. He was concerned for her well-being and that meant that he had to think with his head more than his cock. Bryce was a businessman. He dealt mainly with training business executives in safe management practices. He had tried many times to explain in detail to Jenna what that meant, but her eyes would glaze over. So he left it at that. He trained businessmen. He did at least five trainings a month and was gone anywhere from three to ten days, depending on the number of individuals needing to be trained. Jenna got into her car and immediately turned on the air conditioner. She was thankful that her dad had allowed Bryce to buy her a new car. The old one was falling apart and the air conditioner wasn't working. She began the drive home. Jenna's parents were gone to the cottage for the week so she had the house to herself. She desperately wished she could go over to Bryce's home, but she was nervous about doing that without his presence. She entered her room and stripped down to her panties and then put on a thin tank top. Jenna was short and plump. Her round breasts were soft and her face was cute. She had dark blonde hair and blue eyes. She would never wear a bikini in public, but looked great in two-piece sports swim suits. Bryce didn't care what she looked like. She was sexy and intelligent and very loveable. Jenna grabbed her laptop and logged on to check her emails. Most of her friends were away from home either working or on holiday. Until she started dating Bryce, she had spent her summers working at camp and trying to save up for school. Now, she could relax during the summertime. "I hate being away from him." Jenna was talking to herself, but she didn't care. She logged on to her chat program and her eyes lit up. Bryce was logged on. "Hi." "Hi Baby. I know you're mad. Can I make it up to you?" Bryce was sitting in his hotel room wearing only his boxers. He missed Jenna terribly. She had been a source of joy and happiness over the last two years. She didn't know this, but he had a countdown on his computer to when her last exam would be this year. He wanted to propose seconds after she officially finished college. "I'm fine. OK, I'm lying. I hate being away from you. Mom and Dad are gone away so I'm home alone. It's hot and sticky." "So you're hot and sweaty? Mmmm. You know, if I was there you'd be hot and sweaty for a completely different reason." "Bryce don't tease. You don't cyber. We went through this a million times. And yes, I'm fucking horny." Jenna was squirming and decided to go lie down on her bed. "Who says I don't cyber?" Bryce grinned. He imagined his girlfriend either on her bed or in her desk chair squirming around. She did that a lot when she was horny. She told him that it made her pussy lips rub against her clit and if she moved just right she could get herself off. "You do. The first few times you went away, I begged you for cyber sex and you said you were not a horny teenager." "I'm stroking my hard cock baby. I miss you so much. Imagine we're at the airport. I've just entered the terminal and am looking around for you. Tell me what you'd be wearing." Jenna spread her legs so she could rub her pussy against her sheets as she typed. "Well if you had arrived tonight you would have seen me in the tight black skirt and white blouse. I was wearing the matching heels you bought me in New York. You know the ones that cost a fortune." "Seven hundred for a pair of shoes is normal for some people. I love those shoes. The heels are so sexy. I'd grab you and kiss you hard." "Kissing you back I pull myself up your body, wrapping my legs around you." Jenna had reached under to stroke her clit. Her panties were damp and she was panting so hard. "I'd never do this in real life, but for pretend I'd love to just fuck you right there." Bryce was jerking his cock so hard and so fast. He had one of the small hand towels from the bathroom, which he was using to wipe his hand between strokes and typing. "Fuck me baby. God, I want to feel you inside me." "Oh yeah baby. I love you inside me." Bryce was breathing so hard and it was hard for him to type since he wanted one hand on his cock at all times. Jenna got off the bed and was fumbling in a drawer for something. She had gotten a present from Bryce once and wanted to use it finally. "Aha!" Jenna pulled out the thick glass dildo. "Where did you go? Jenna?" Bryce hadn't gotten a response and was worried that something had happened. He didn't realize how turned on he was getting, knowing he was going to make his girlfriend cum, even though he was miles away. "Yeah I'm here. I went to get the dildo that you got me. It's inside me and I'm wiggling it around. I'm imagining it's your cock." "That's right baby. Feel my cock inside you. You feel so fucking good." Bryce was panting so hard. He was covered in sweat and realized that he was holding back his orgasm for Jenna. "Cumming!" Jenna typed that word mere moments before she exploded in a violent orgasm. She pushed the glass dildo deep inside her and pressed it up against her g-spot. Her legs shook and the tips of her toes went numb. She left the dildo inside her and typed another sentence. "Your turn Bryce. I want you to cum for me. I want you to imagine you're cumming inside my hot wet pussy." Jenna grinned. Dirty talk always turned on Bryce and this was no exception. She knew he was stroking so hard he couldn't type. "Imagine you're fucking me against the bathroom wall of the airport. Feel my body against you." Jenna was typing fast. She wanted him to cum so badly. "I just came. Wow." Bryce had been stroking his cock so hard as Jenna typed. She knew exactly what to say to turn him on and he was able to grab the towel to catch the long thick ropes of cum that spurted from his cock. "Feel better baby?" Jenna waited for a response. He was slow to respond and she assumed he was cleaning up. He normally didn't masturbate when he was away from her so she knew that he had a lot of cum. "God yeah. Why the hell haven't we been doing this before? It's so hot. I mean having you here next to me is so much better, but fuck that was hot. I came so much." "Bryce sweetie. I thought you said that cyber sex was for horny teenagers. You sound like a teenager now too. Did you forget your brain at work today?" "No. I changed my mind. Sorry I'm not typing like I talk. I seriously have no blood circulation to my brain at the moment." "It's O.K. So are you flying home tomorrow? I could meet you at the airport in the same outfit and we can play this out for real." Jenna was teasing. Bryce was conservative in public and would never go for something like that. "We'll see." I Don't Date Black Women Man, some things you just can't forget. I was sitting in the library of Concordia University in the City of Montreal, Quebec, when I came across some disturbing news. Some rich British guy living in the Dominican Republic shot two Haitian guys in a dispute over a Haitian chick. And then he tried to kill himself but survived. He's accused of murder but I doubt he'll be made to pay for what he did. Wow. All this over some random Haitian woman who was probably manipulating both sides for her own gain. Wow. This makes me seethe with anger. The idea that some Black woman's lust for White men caused the death of two of my brothers. I guess my buddies were right. Black chicks aren't shit, man. Always eager to drop a brother for the nearest non-Black man. I'm glad I'm dating a White woman. My name is Eric Voltaire and I approve this message. I've gotten tired of getting into arguments with my Black female relatives over Sharon Guillot, the young White woman I'm dating. It doesn't matter to them that my last girlfriend, Jennifer Albright, tried to kill me with a butcher knife. They just want me to get someone Black. Well, these days, getting involved with random Black women isn't exactly a smart thing for young Black men to do. I've met Black women who hate Black men more than the police. And the police are out there using any excuse they get to shoot Black guys. They do it in Canada and in America too. Yet they don't kill half as many of us as Black women do every year. Wow. I read something else in the paper about a Black female police officer in Detroit, Michigan, who shot her church deacon boyfriend over his involvement with a younger woman. It's amazing, isn't it? It seems Black women have declared war on Black men everywhere. And they're using any means at their disposal to destroy us. Why? This is a truly sad state of the affairs, folks. Three years ago, a Black man was elected President of the United States of America. I felt a sense of pride unlike any other. For you see, I lived in the United States at the time. I'm an American guy studying in Canada. I was thrilled to see a Black man and a Black woman rising together to the seats of power. Especially in a racist country like America. I thought progress was made. I was dating Jennifer Albright at the time, a gorgeous young Black woman. We met while enrolled at Bay State College in downtown Boston, Massachusetts. I was smitten with her. I saw myself as a Barack in the making and I wanted her to be my Michelle. Too bad she was destined to become my Jezebel. I don't know why all Black women these days seem to hate Black men the way a cobra hates a mongoose. We're the same race. Do we have to be enemies? Most Black women I know seethe with anger when they see a Black man with a White woman. Those same Black women are often eager to date White men, whom they see as gods. See the discrepancy? They sure as hell don't see anything with their viewpoints. Why must things be this way? I don't hate Black women. I just wish they would stop hating me simply because I am a Black man. I'm not responsible for all the bad things that befall the Black community. Besides, when I dated Black women, they often cheated on me with Black guys who fit the thug archetype, or with White men. It took me a long time to realize it but most Black women don't want a good Black man. They want thuggish Black men, or they want White guys. I'm not a thuggish Black man or a White man. I'm a Black male intellectual. A student at a world-class university. A progressive individual. A person of worth. I don't walk around with my pants hanging low and I certainly don't butcher the English language with every syllable. Apparently, the type of Black man I am isn't what Black women want. Well, that's okay. I found someone better. Her name is Sharon Guillot. Six feet tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed. A proud Frenchwoman who's been living in the City of Montreal since 2004. She's studying business administration at the University of Montreal. And she is one of the luminaries of the Telfer MBA program at the University of Montreal. Beauty, brains and ambition. Those words define my new lady. She's sexy as hell, smart as a whip and she's into me. Yes, my Sharon loves me and I love her. She's educated, cultured and friendly. And she likes smart men instead of thugs. She's cute, funny and smart instead of rude, crude and mean. Amen to that, my friends! When I think of how I felt while dating Jennifer Albright and how I feel while dating Sharon Guillot, the difference is like night and day. Jennifer was mean as hell, cruel and conniving. And she knew how to hide it. Growing up in a fatherless home with a man-hater for a mother turned her into quite the harpy. If I knew what she was, I never would have given her a second look. Sadly, I was younger and much more naïve in those days. I jumped into a relationship with this covertly abusive young Black woman, blinded by her charm and beauty. Ah, the inexperience of youth, right? Well, now I know better. My Sharon is beautiful but that's not why I love her. I love her because she completes me. She loves me. She believes in me. She treats me right. And she's also really good to me. How could I not love her? When a good man finds a good woman at last, he should stick with her. And that's exactly what I am doing. I recently asked Sharon to marry me and she said yes. We're getting married in July of 2011. My family doesn't approve of my relationship with Sharon Guillot. Especially my female relatives. They don't see her as a person. They only see her skin color. Well, I don't care. I love her and she loves me. That's all that should matter in the end. However, it's not enough for some people. You can call me a sell-out if you want to. I am who I am. I love who I love. If you don't like it, get to stepping. Are we clear? Cool. I'm out of here. I Don't Even Know Your Name This story is about a fan's experience with a famous musician. Delaney Whitfield, however, lives only in my imagination. It was inspired by a single sentence in an e-mail. I doubt my friend even remembers it. Thanks, SW. It just goes to show that you never know what kind of impact your words will have. Thanks also to jacuzzigal for her editing assistance. ******************************************* I can't believe I'm here. It seems almost surreal that I'm backstage at a Delaney Whitfield concert. As I mentally replay the memory of the outrageous dare issued by my less than sober college pal, to sneak backstage after the show, I wonder once again if I have completely lost my mind. This isn't the first time that I've accepted one of her drunken challenges, but Del Whitfield, for God's sake? She knows he is one of my weaknesses. He's so sexy it should be illegal. What am I supposed to say to him? Too late to worry about that now, because there's the man himself, still sweaty and breathless from his performance. I follow his movements as he wipes the sweat off his face with a towel hastily thrown to him by a roadie. Settling a masculine hip against a packing crate, he tips a bottle of water to his mouth, draining it in just a few swallows. As he carelessly tosses the empty bottle into a nearby trash can, he notices he's not alone. I can see I've caught his attention. His eyes are a beautiful, deep blue, the color of the clearest ocean water. I can only imagine the thoughts racing through his mind. Who is she? Damn, it's been so long. I wonder if she... I can feel his eyes on the most secret places of my body. The heat from his gaze is almost palpable. Our eyes meet. In those first moments of intimate recognition, I literally feel as though my knees will buckle. I've never felt this aroused this quickly, with only a look. I know what he wants. The only question that remains is, can I do this? Can I take the chance of a lifetime, and just let go? My body knows what it wants, even as my mind struggles to catch up. I swallow, and return his stare. In those few moments, all the communication we need is silently exchanged. I want you. Naked. I know. I want you too. Will you come with me? He extends his arm and holds out his hand. I know if I take it, I am agreeing to whatever fate has in store. You know you want to. Let me make you fly. Let me... I take one step forward, and offer my hand. He grasps it firmly and leads me to the tour bus idling close by. Up the few steps, through a plush seating area and kitchenette, straight to the back of the bus, to the bedroom. He pushes me back against the hastily slammed door and immediately clamps his mouth over mine. Neither of us needs the romantic preliminaries, the soft words and kisses. We're going to fuck. Hard, sweaty, rough sex--the kind that will satisfy the primal lust we both feel. His hands come up to hold my head still for the ravaging sweeps of his tongue in the warm wet cave of my mouth. It's overwhelming. I want to touch him everywhere at once. Arousal screams through my body so fast I can't think. I can only feel. "You're sure? This would be the time to say no," I hear him say in a voice rough with passion. His eyes are like lasers as they search my face for any sign of hesitation. "I don't want to say no. I want you to fuck me." I can barely get the words out. The snarling beast inside each of us is set free. He roughly pulls my head back and feasts on my neck, biting and licking. The few-days' growth of beard that is his trademark chafes the sensitive skin of my throat. His hands are never still, roughly kneading my breasts through my shirt. He chuckles when he encounters a stiff nipple. Deft fingers pluck at it, and make it harder. My nipples have always been so sensitive, and I can feel each firm pinch in the pit of my stomach. I cry out and pull his head up for another kiss. Strands of dark blond hair, still damp with perspiration, slide through my fingers. This kiss is mine, and I push my tongue deep into his mouth. It's not deep enough or satisfying enough. I want to inhale his essence. Hands tangle and do battle with each other as we almost tear our clothing off. He pulls my soft pink tee shirt up and off, and I return the favor with his worn, sweaty shirt. The scent of man and sweat fills my head. God! It's intoxicating. I bury my face in the smooth warm skin of his neck, taking deep pulls of his scent into my body. I kiss and lick my way down to his smoothly muscled chest. His nipple is erect and I can't resist biting it, not altogether gently. I'm not shy about using the sharp edge of my teeth on his chest and stomach. He growls out his pleasure and roughly grasps my head, taking handfuls of hair in his strong fingers. It doesn't stop my journey down to the soft line of light brown hair on his belly. I follow it down to the obstacle of his belt buckle. For the first time I press a hand over the fly of his jeans and feel his erection through the worn denim. I go down fully on my knees, impatiently work the buckle free and lower the zipper. His pants are yanked down just enough to free his hard cock. A drop of moisture is already welling up from the tip, and I can't resist tasting it. His reaction is immediate. "Unhhh... Yes, baby. Please. Suck me!" I love that he's begging. I love knowing he's that turned on. I wrap my hand around the thickness of his shaft and squeeze rhythmically. His hands flex in my hair, pulling slightly, as I run my tongue up his cock, softly, then again more firmly. My eyes sweep up his body until our gazes lock. A very knowing, very feminine smile curves my lips. I make sure he's watching as I take the full length of his cock in my mouth in one wet stroke. A delicious mix of my saliva and his pre-cum drips down his shaft. Because this is so precious, because I don't want to waste a drop, I use my tongue to capture the moisture, and swallow greedily. He gasps and his head falls back to rest against the narrow door. A sighing whimper forces its way out of his throat. "You like that, baby? You want to fuck my mouth?" The question almost sounds like a taunt. It's like an out-of-body experience for me. This aggressive, sensual vixen is a part of me that is usually kept well hidden. "Oh God... So fucking good," he moans. I take his hardness deep into my throat, over and over, sucking and licking and swirling. I know he's rapidly reaching the point of no return, and I love hearing every groan. A drop of wetness begins a slow descent down my pussy and inner thigh. I feel him steady himself with a hand on the back of my head. We're locked together in a sensual connection, his cock in my mouth. A soft humming moan escapes my throat. I hope he can feel how turned on I am. In the next second, he tenses and pulls free of my mouth. "Oh, Del, please... I want to..." Is this it? Is he sending me away? With hard hands, he forces me up, until our eyes meet. His have grown dark and turbulent with lust. I hope he sees it reflected back in my own eyes. "No. Inside you. Now," he pants harshly. His voice sounds dark and dangerous. I feel myself being pulled tight against him. He lifts me up and my legs rise up to wrap themselves around his hips. I want to feel his cock rubbing against me. The distance to the bed is only a few steps. His cock presses and releases against my weeping pussy as he makes his way there. The slight contact teases already aroused skin and it makes me rock my hips against his hard length, and clamp my legs tighter around him. The noise of packing crates being loaded onto waiting semis, and the shouts and bursts of laughter from the roadies adds to the surreal quality of the position I find myself in. We hit the bed still joined. He immediately yanks my bra up, exposing my breasts to his hungry eyes. He kicks off his jeans as I hike my short denim skirt up and wriggle out of my panties, kicking my sandals off at the same time. Thank God I don't have to worry about shimmying out of pantyhose. For the first time our bodies touch from chest to hips, skin-to-skin. The sensation is electrifying. Sharp bolts of pleasure snap and sizzle through my body. The reality of what I had only imagined before is overwhelming. It makes me want to cry out at the intensity of the sheer physical sensation I'm experiencing. He slides down my body, kissing and licking his way to one erect nipple. His tongue teases and flirts with it until I nearly scream in frustration. "Please... Oh God, please... Suck it! Please!" I moan as my hands frantically try to direct his mouth to where I want it the most. The sudden moist suction of his mouth on my breast combined with the rhythmic pressure of his cock on my clit sends an orgasm screaming through me. My thighs tighten around his hips as he increases the pressure. I'm so glad he isn't a selfish lover. "Oh baby... Beautiful, just beautiful. Give me a second... I need to—" As he rolls away to put on a condom, I roll with him, and stroke the well-defined muscles of his arm and shoulder. A delicious aftershock sparks through my body, causing me to shudder. As intense as it was, one climax is not enough, and I'm impatient to feel his cock inside me. "Del, hurry... Please, I want you to fuck me," I whisper, as I bite the irresistible swell of his well-formed biceps. "Such a greedy girl," he whispers back, and chuckles deep in his throat. As he moves back between my open thighs, he covers my mouth with his in a deep eating kiss. A kiss that fans the embers of passion back to life. His mouth slides down again to feast at my breast while his fingers begin to explore the folds of my drenched pussy. He pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger, with enough pressure to make me cry out. I feel two fingers slide inside me, and then out, keeping up a slow rhythm that makes me want to scream. Oh, it feels so incredibly hot. I dig my nails into his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. "God, yesssss! Now, please, now!" The words tumble out of my mouth. I'm begging. "Please... I need you." "Yes, now, baby. Right now." In one long breathtaking stroke, his thick cock fills my wet, waiting slit. The sudden fullness makes me flinch in pleasure. My legs once again wrap themselves around his hips as he begins a slow rhythm. I can feel each thrust down to the tips of my toes, and it's so damn good. He raises himself up on strong arms and stares down into my eyes. His expression is grim with passion. I can almost hear his thoughts, as he quickens the pace. I want him to sense how much this means to me, how good it feels. Our breathing becomes deeper and more labored as we both climb higher toward orgasm. My fingers grasp his forearms and my back arches as a particularly strong sensation whips through me. "Oh, yes, more! Harder... Please harder!" He groans in response, and thrusts deeper and faster. Breaths become moans as white-hot flames lick at the very center of me. "Are you still with me, baby? I need to come... I can't hold on much longer." "Oh God, yes! So good, so good. Fuck me harder!" My hands reach down and grab his hips. "Closer. I need you closer!" I suddenly feel his fingers reach between us. He strokes my clit in a devastating rhythm that sends me rocketing into one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced. I come hard, my control totally gone. Mine is barely over when I feel him tense, and he buries his face in my neck. The sharp edges of his teeth graze the sensitive area where my shoulder and my neck join. A low growl erupts from deep in his chest. I can feel the savage pulses of his orgasm pound through him. It seems to go on forever. Our breathing slows. He carefully moves away from me, and discards the spent condom. The air from the bus' cooling system drifts over my body. In an instant, the full impact of this encounter hits me. My brain regains control, and I'm totally at a loss. Oh my God. What have I done? He looks as if he wants to say something, but isn't sure what. I'm of no help at all. What does one say after having hot sex with a famous musician? Now that the heat of passion is cooled, I feel very awkward, like I don't know precisely what I'm supposed to be doing. The silence hangs heavy in the room. We get up and dress hurriedly. The one thing I do know is that I have to get out of here before either one of us says the wrong thing. As he turns, I can see he is every bit as unsure of himself as I am. He clears his throat, and opens his mouth to speak. No sound emerges, and he quickly looks away. That makes me feel a little better. If I had seen smugness, or worse, contempt, I would have been devastated. "Look, I better go. It's been, uh, memorable," I can sense I'm going to make a fool of myself if I say too much more. I can feel tears of embarrassment and regret welling up, and I know I have to leave. Now. A handshake seems ridiculous at this point. I finally settle on a soft kiss on the cheek. I make my way to the door, intending to walk through it and out of his world. "Wait, baby. I don't even know what your name is," he says softly. I turn and see him sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees. He looks so tired, and a little sad. "I know." I slowly let myself out, and walk away without looking back. I Don't Even Know Your Name October is the most beautiful time of year in Dallas. The temperature has started to drop to somewhere between needing a jacket and not, just depending on your preference. About a week before Halloween, there is a scent in the air in the evening that only lingers for about two days, and then it's gone for another year. Two young women stepped out of their apartment. Amalea took a deep breath, filling her lungs with her favorite smell. It smelled like the earth, leaves, must, happiness, and the official end of summer. The only way she could describe it was "harvest." "Do you smell that?" Amalea asked her roommate. Serena withdrew her key from the lock, and then inhaled deeply. "Oh yes," she replied with a smile. "I love that smell," Amalea said. "I wish it would smell like this every day." The ladies shared a warm smile. The pair headed to Serena's beat up, white automobile. She started it up, and then they drove to a bar on the outskirts of downtown. Serena sped down the highway, weaving in and out of lanes for no apparent reason. Amalea ran her fingers through her shoulder length curly brown locks, tussling them around. Her roommate smiled over at her. Amalea saw her out of the corner of her eye. "What is it?" "Nothing, I just love your hair. You make me so jealous," Serena said. "Why?" Amalea asked with a chuckle. "It's just pretty," her roommate shrugged. "It's brown, but you have that slight tint of red. It's shiny and it's just pretty." Amalea blushed softly. "Well, thanks. Yours is pretty too." Serena laughed and shook her purple tipped black mane, "This rat's nest?" Amalea reached over and stroked her hair. "It's not a rat's nest. Though, it may be softer if you weren't always dyeing it all the time." She pulled her hand away, and then settled it on her thigh over her dark blue jeans. "I like variety," Serena said with a grin. "Not as much as you, though." "Hey!" Amalea shouted. "What is that supposed to mean?" "I think you know what I mean," her roommate winked with her sea foam green eyes. "Maybe I do." Amalea smirked. She settled back in her seat and closed her hazel eyes for a few moments. They arrived at their destination several minutes later. Amalea smoothed out her bunched up soft pink t-shirt and pulled it down over her hips while she waited for her friend to meet her on the sidewalk. She fully checked out her roommate's new slinky black dress for the first time. "Damn girl, you look hot," Amalea commented, still watching her friend's modest breasts bounce. Serena winked, and then pulled her long dark hair over one shoulder, showing off the dragon back piece tattoo she recently had finished. "Thanks girl, you look good too. Though, a bit too innocent for my taste. You should show off your breasts more." Amalea looked down at herself, checking out the hint of cleavage the low neckline of her shirt provided. She called her breasts a perfect handful. "I like to leave things to the imagination," she said with a smile. The women chuckled as they took a few strides to the bar. Their IDs were checked at the door, and then they headed inside. The music was unpleasantly loud. The friends looked at each other and shared a knowing nod before heading for the patio and escaping the concussive blasts into their ear drums. The waitress arrived several long minutes later to take their drink orders. They understood she was busy, but they knew they could run circles around her. Eventually, she returned with a greyhound for Amalea and a coconut rum and Coke for Serena. The friends chatted. The first part of the conversation consisted of their days at work and the rude customers they had. They worked at a very family friendly themed restaurant. They made damn good money on most days, but the assholes they waited on made it almost not worth it. Amalea was squirted with ketchup by a bratty child. Serena got stiffed on a tab of over one-hundred dollars, an all too common occurrence amongst the wait staff. The chat moved on to their adventures from the previous weekend. Both women met men at a bar and took them home. That was standard fare for the two. Amalea took her time drinking, pacing herself because she had to work early. The restaurant was hell with a hangover. Serena didn't have to work tomorrow. She was quickly ahead of her friend in alcohol intake. Amalea mentally grimaced, knowing that she may not be able to take them home. Serena's car was a standard and Amalea did not want to make tonight her first attempt at driving one. Serena disappeared for a few minutes to the restroom. When she returned, she had a man with her. Amalea quickly looked him over as they approached. He was just a few inches taller than her shorter roommate with tanned skin, dark hair and eyes. She assumed he was of Latin descent. Serena smiled brightly as she introduced her friend. "This is Victor. We dated a couple of years back. Victor, this is my roommate and best friend, Amalea." Amalea rose from her seat to shake his hand. She held his grip firmly. "Nice to meet you." He leaned into her. "I'm sorry, what was your name again? I didn't quite catch it." "Amalea," she replied with a smile as she withdrew her hand from his. "That's beautiful," he said as he joined the ladies at the table. "I've never heard it before." "Thank you, it's Italian. School wasn't easy sometimes. You know, usually teachers had problems pronouncing some kid's last names at the beginning of the year. It was both for me," she finished with a gentle sigh, and then sipped her drink. Victor smiled. "As I said, it's beautiful. Fuck teachers and kids who can't pronounce names." He turned to the woman he used to date. "And of course, I love the name Serena as well." Serena smiled with a cocktail straw between her lips. The threesome shared lively conversation for a few hours. Victor bought the women drinks for the rest of the evening. Serena was quickly becoming inebriated. Amalea didn't try to stop her. They could take a cab if they needed to. Victor and Serena flirted, lightly touching each other on their arms and legs. She pecked his lips a handful of times. Serena rose from her seat. "I'm gonna use the ladies room before we go," she said with slurred speech, and then disappeared from the table. "She's way too drunk. There's no way she's driving home," Amalea muttered to herself. "Guess it's a cab night." Victor overheard her almost silent thoughts. "No, she's definitely not driving. You can come to my place if you like. I'll take you back to her car in the morning so you can get home." Amalea raised her eyes to his. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother. I have to open tomorrow morning, so it might be a little early for you." "I don't mind. And I doubt Serena will either," he said with a devilish grin. She lightly shook her head with a chuckle. "I'm sure she won't mind one bit." Serena went back to the table and nearly tripped over a chair on the patio. She paused for a moment of laughter before continuing her strides. Victor easily talked her into coming back to his apartment. Then, he paid the tab and escorted the ladies to his Mercedes. Amalea slid into the backseat and Serena in front of her. Victor drove them to his high-rise apartment in the ritzy Turtle Creek neighborhood. "He lives here? Damn," Amalea thought as he drove into the underground parking garage of the massive building. Victor parked the car, and then opened both passenger side doors for the women. Serena wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned on him for support as the group walked inside. They passed by the doorman and Victor waved to him. After an elevator ride to nearly the top floor, the doors opened up. He let the ladies into his home. "Wow, your place is incredible," Amalea gasped, complimenting his more than humble abode. "I don't think I want to know how much your rent is." He chuckled and rubbed his hand on Serena's upper arm. "No, you definitely don't." "I wasn't going ask anyway, that's a bit rude," Amalea said with a smile. She continued looking around his massive apartment. You could easily fit four of her and Serena's places into it. The light brown walls complemented the hardwood floors. He owned a fine, luxurious leather living room set. Amalea made an approving nod as she glanced at her bed for the evening. Serena didn't seem too impressed. She had seen it all before, and her intoxication level caused her to glaze over the surroundings. Victor retrieved two beers from the fridge and made Serena a glass of water. Then, he took the women to the balcony. Amalea gasped again as she stepped outside, admiring the perfect view of the lit up Dallas skyline. "It's amazing up here." He handed her a Shiner Bock. "You like the scenery?" he asked with a smile and a woman hanging on to him. "Oh yes, it's gorgeous." She took the bottle, and then leaned against the railing. "I love this view. I knew I had to have this one," he commented, and then took a swig of his beer. "Also, my roommate at the time was dead set on this one, as well." Serena nuzzled into his chest. She kept quiet, just holding on to him. "He has amazing taste, as well," Amalea said with a smile, and then sipped her brew. "Yes he did." Victor said. "Did?" she asked, raising a brow. "I live with a different guy now." "Oh," she sighed with relief. "Of course. I thought you meant he died or something." Victor took a gulp of beer. "No, we just went separate ways. Well, he went somewhere else and I stayed here." Amalea nodded. Victor and Amalea continued talking about random topics as they drank their beers. Serena chimed in occasionally, but mostly stayed silent and snuggled. "You ready to go to bed?" he asked, kissing her forehead. "Yes please," Serena replied softly. The threesome went back inside. Victor took Serena to his room, but promptly returned with a blanket for her friend. "Thanks for letting us stay here tonight," Amalea said as she took the blanket from him. "No problem. What time do you need to be at work tomorrow?" he asked. "Nine-thirty, so we should get back to Serena's car by eight," she replied. "I'll set an alarm. Have sweet dreams," Victor said with a genuine smile. "Have some hot sex." Amalea winked. They shared a salacious grin, and then he retreated to his bedroom. Amalea slipped out of her shoes before taking her jeans off. She pulled her arms inside of her shirt, and then brought it up to her neck so she could take off her bra. She pulled her shirt back down, and then placed her clothes in a neat pile next to the sofa. She found the light switch on the wall, and then turned the light off. She left the kitchen light on, dimming the main room so she wouldn't trip over anything if she had to use the restroom in the middle of the night. Amalea returned to the couch, and then laid down wearing baby blue silk panties and a t-shirt. She pulled the blanket over her. A few moments later she heard a very soft moan coming from Serena through the wall. "Oh goody," Amalea whispered to herself with a wicked grin. She had heard her friend having sex several times before, and she had listened in on her as well. She closed her eyes and focused on the gentle sounds of fucking. She lightly teased herself beneath her panties, but quickly became frustrated because they were practically silent. "Come on, be louder," she quietly willed them. The noise from the bed creaking wasn't enough to satisfy her. He groaned occasionally, but was as quiet as his lover. "What's wrong with you, Serena? I know you don't scream, but damn, are you passed out and he's just fucking you?" She continued lightly teasing herself and grew damp. But, without much help from her friend and Victor it was hard to appease her appetite for an orgasm. "Oh well," she sighed as she withdrew her hand from between her thighs. "There's always next time," she said as she focused on her damp fingers. She brought them to her lips and sucked off her juices. Amalea closed her eyes and to attempted sleep, though she wasn't near tired. She sat up and looked around for the remote to the television, but couldn't find it. Also, his set up looked like an electronics paradise. She didn't want to mess with it. She laid back down under the blanket. About fifteen minutes later, the front door opened. She lifted her head from the pillow to see a tall, blonde male who appeared to be in his early thirties coming inside. He locked up the door, and then went into the kitchen. Amalea stayed silent until he noticed her. The roommate gave her a curious look, cocking his head slightly as he noticed the woman on the sofa. "Hi?" he questioned his greeting. "Hey," Amalea replied. "Sorry, Victor is with my friend. She was drunk and couldn't take us home. He said we could stay the night here." He gave her an understanding nod, and then disappeared into his room, closing the door behind him. She rested her head back on the pillow. She was undeniably warm between her thighs and took several minutes to contemplate the situation. "I can at least try," she thought. "If it goes wrong, I'll tell him I wanted some water and couldn't find the glasses in the kitchen." Amalea peeled herself off the sofa, and lightly stepped over to the roommate's door. She knocked softly. "Yes?" he replied from the other side. She opened his door, and then slid inside. She closed the door behind her. He was reading in his bed, the light from the nightstand dimming the light in the room. She could see his bare shoulders. His eyes went wide as Amalea cautiously walked over to his bed. She kept silent and her heart pounded in her throat. She was worried this could go terribly wrong and would result in her and Serena getting kicked out. She watched his eyes, trying to read his face. He didn't seem like he was going to say no, but she still had the worry. He was shocked, seeing a beautiful creature nearing him wearing minimal clothing. He could see her erect nipples pressing hard against the thin fabric of her pink shirt and the taste of her stomach above her baby blue panties. Amalea didn't say a word as she gently pulled his dark blue comforter back. She smiled inwardly when she noticed his member beginning to swell beneath his boxers. She knew that showing her glee would ruin the moment. She gently climbed into his bed, and then mounted his lap. She took the book from his hands, and then placed the bookmark inside before closing it up. She placed the novel on the nightstand to her left. He stared up at her with wide eyes and parted lips as he watched her move. "What are... What is..." he stuttered. She leaned into him, pressing her concealed breasts against his chest. His hands stayed at his side as her mouth met his neck. She gently kissed his skin and lightly dragged her tongue over it. Her hips rocked softly, feeling him harden beneath her. "What are you doing?" he moaned softly. Amalea kissed up to his ear, and then whispered, "Nothing you don't want me to." His eyes closed and he shivered, feeling her tongue snake along his earlobe. "But, we don't know each other," he mumbled. She whispered directly into his ear, "That's what makes it hot." Her hand slid in-between them and she lifted her hips from his. She ran her palm over his confined erection. She trailed her kisses back down his neck and to his shoulder. The stranger moaned for her and she grinned as she pressed her lips into his skin. Her pussy rapidly became soaking wet and her juices oozed into her panties. Amalea sat up on his lap, and then pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the floor. He stared, in awe of her gorgeous full breasts and rigid light brown nipples. She bit her lip as a man she didn't know drank her in. She pushed his boxers down to his thighs, and then wrapped her hand around his erection. Her fist closed, and then softly stroked him. He groaned instantly from her touch. He seemed too terrified to move, as if doing so would cause him to wake up from this dream. She kept her palm closed around his shaft as she lifted, and then worked her panties off of her legs. The garment fell to the floor. Amalea settled back down on him. The neat strip of pubic hair tickled the underside of his shaft. She used a flat hand on the other side of his cock to press it against her slit. She gently rocked her body, looking down into his wide, icy blue eyes as her flowing fluids smeared onto his hard flesh. "Don't be shy," she said softly, "you can touch me." The stranger cautiously lifted his hands to her breasts. Her lush tits filled his palms and they moaned in unison. "I don't even know your name," he said with heavy breath, carefully groping the mounds of flesh on her chest. "Do you want to know it?" Amalea asked in a whimper as she stimulated her clitoris with his rod. He nodded. "My name is Amalea," she said, positioning her dripping hole over his cock. The tip of his organ pressed against her entrance as he spoke, "I'm Jacob." "Nice to meet you," she moaned as she lowered her hips, filling her cunt with his shaft. "You too," he groaned deeply. Her velvety walls fully engulfed his length, spreading like a tight glove and her heat seeped into his loins. She settled down on him, rubbing her smooth pussy lips into his pelvis as she rolled her hips, digging his rod inside of her. "This feels good doesn't it?" she asked with a grunt, feeling him bottom out in her tunnel. "Uh huh," he groaned. His hands squeezed her breasts. Amalea lifted her hips, and then filled herself completely again. She established a rhythm, bouncing on his lap. Her nectar leaked out of her, soaking into his public hair. Her curly hair danced on her shoulders and her tits jiggled in his hands. He continued staring, still in shock. He groaned as she pleasured herself and him, grinding his cock inside of her soft, slick cunt. He had never been with a woman as wet as she was. He relished in the sensations her suckling tunnel provided him. Jacob kneaded her soft breasts, feeling her nipples scrape against his palms. His mouth was dry and his heart beat was rapid. "Do you like being inside of a woman you don't know?" Amalea moaned. She leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on his chest, bringing her face closer to his so she could look deep into his eyes. He looked back into her hazel eyes. "Yes, yes I do," he grunted. Amalea picked up her pace. Her hips rolled with every thrust, smearing his erection into every crevice of her hot cunt. Her ass slapped against his thighs. She made sure his eyes never left hers. Looking into a stranger's eyes as she fucked him heightened her arousal even more. "Are you glad I came in here?" she asked. "Very much so," Jacob panted. "Pinch me so I know this is real. I can't believe this is happening." Amalea giggled, and then pinched both of his nipples as hard as she could. He yelped and she let up on the pinch. She continued to caress his nipples. "I'm very much real, and very much here." "You're incredible." Jacob squeezed the flesh in his hands, and then rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He loved how she did all of the work to bring them both pleasure. "That's because I'm a slut. I'm a filthy, nasty slut," she groaned. She began slamming her body onto his as hard as she could. "Your pussy is so tight," he gasped, tugging on her nipples. "You're so wet, it's like you're leaking." "I am leaking. I'm leaking for your thick cock and you feel so good inside of me," she howled Her sloppy cunt squelched as she pounded him, roughly cramming his cock inside of her. Strands of her mane stuck to her sweaty face. I Don't Even Know Your Name "You like it, don't you?" Amalea panted. "You like being fucked by an utter slut." "God yes," he roared. His eyes closed for a moment, but quickly returned to hers. She only slowed down when he throbbed inside of her, nearing his release. She rocked gently for a few moments, but picked up like she never left off. She needed to feed her hungry cunt. Amalea felt divinely slutty fucking a man she didn't know, and she loved it. They were vaguely aware of their respective roommates all spent and asleep in the other room. One of his hands left her tits to massage her bouncing ass. He groped the slut's body parts, feeling her, digging his fingers into her flesh. Crimson sex flush had risen up on her cheeks and chest, painting her snowy skin. "You like my whore cunt?" she gasped. "Fuck yes," he growled. "You like how sloppy wet I am for you, don't you?" She felt him pulsating inside of her and she stayed still for a moment. She caught her breath. "Oh yes, it feels amazing. I still can't believe this is happening." "You better get used to it," she said with a devilish grin. "Because I'm not stopping anytime soon." She resumed her rough thrusts. She slammed her body down onto his lap, forcefully shoving his cock inside of her slippery orifice. Guttural moans escaped their lips when they weren't talking. The bed creaked wildly and the headboard bashed into the wall. The air was hot, thick and drenched in the distinct aroma of sex. The soft light of the bedside lamp made her bouncing body glow. Amalea was sweating, more strands of hair collected on her cheeks. She pushed them away but they quickly returned. Her hands held his chest, using it as leverage to force her hips upon him. She slowed down again, but picked right back up like she hadn't stopped. Her thighs started burning, but she barely noticed. She was too into fucking him to care. Their eyes stayed locked except for his occasional glances at her body. "Do you like being fucked by me?" she groaned. "Oh fuck yes, I've never been fucked like this," Jacob panted. "That's because you've never fucked a wanton whore," Amalea screamed, pinching his nipples. "No, I haven't," Jacob howled. She let up on his nipples, and he pinched hers even harder right after, making her wail. "You love it though. You love my nasty whore cunt on your cock," she screamed. "God yes," he grunted. He lifted his hips to meet her thrusts, but she just shoved them back down onto the mattress. Amalea knew that she was in control and wanted to keep it that way. "Tell me you love it. Say it, Jacob," the slut hissed. "I love your whore cunt on my cock, Amalea," he growled. "You're so fucking wet and hot." "We don't know each other. You know nothing about me but me but my name," Amalea snarled. "That's because you're a nasty slut," he said between labored breaths. "You're a filthy little whore." "I am a filthy cockslut!" she screamed. His hand left her ass and came around. He found her erect clitoris and lashed it with his fingers. Her breaths became shallow. She started quivering and her nails dug into his chest. She slammed down onto him as hard as she possibly could. "You're a good little whore," Jacob growled. Her walls pulsated around his cock, sucking him inside of her, begging him for his seed as she neared her climax. She couldn't hold back anymore and an earth shattering orgasm rained down on her. Her hips bucked wildly, digging his throbbing erection into her constricting tunnel. Her eyes fluttered closed and rolled back into her head. She cried out as her body experienced ultimate ecstasy and her squirting juices soaked into the sheets. Jacob held her hips with both hands as she quaked, forcing his cock to stay inside of her as he began to empty. He shoved his hips into hers, grinding his tool into the slut's body. His being was overtaken with heat and his skin felt like it was on fire as he shot several thick ribbons of his seed into her starving cunt. They both panted heavily. Her hips continued to roll as her cunt quivered on his sensitive shaft, both sending aftershocks to their nerves. Amalea lifted off of his shaft. His sticky dick fell out of her. He watched her as she moved. The slut sat on his upper abdomen and opened her legs wide. His pearly load trickled out of her hole. She grinned, watching his face as she reached down between her legs. His eyes were glued to her swollen pussy as her fingers slid inside of her. She dug out his spunk. His gaze followed her hand back to her mouth. He watched her feed herself his seed from her fingers. Amalea moaned, tasting their mixed intimacies from her fingers. She continued digging herself out, cleaning her cunt, and then swallowing every drop of their juices. "Wow, I've never seen anyone do that," Jacob commented with astonishment in his voice. She licked her fingers clean. "It's my trademark move," she said with a wink and a grin. She slipped off of him. Her feet met the floor, and then she leaned over, licking up the last bit of his cum that had leaked from her. Amalea picked up her clothes from the floor, and then began walking to the door. She turned around when she heard his voice. "Where are you going?" Jacob asked. "Back to the couch," she said. He shook his head. "No, sleep here." "Are you sure?" A smile curled on her lips. Jacob nodded and patted the mattress next to him. "I'm positive." Amalea smiled wider and dropped her clothes on the floor, and then slid into bed next to him. She laid on her side and he snuggled up behind her, spooning her. He wrapped his arm over her body and planted soft kisses on her salty neck and shoulder. Amalea fell asleep with a smile painted on her lips. She was an extremely satisfied slut. She was awoken by a tap on her shoulder. Her eyes blinked open and she saw Serena standing next to the bed, shaking her head playfully. "Slut," Serena whispered. Amalea grinned. Her voice was quiet, "That's me." His arms were still holding her. "Who is that?" Serena asked softly. Amalea turned her head looking behind her, seeing his satisfied sleeping face. She turned back to her friend. "Jacob," she replied with a gentle shrug and a big smile. Serena covered her mouth to keep from laughing. It took her a moment to be able to speak again. "Victor is going to take us to the car soon. It's almost eight." Amalea nodded. Serena dropped the clothes she had brought from the living room onto the floor, and then left the room, closing the door behind her. Amalea carefully turned over so his arms stayed around her. She dropped little kisses all over his face, lingering on his lips, and then resuming the little pecks until he stirred. Jacob's eyes opened and he smiled. "Hey." "Hey there." She kissed his lips gently, and then spoke again. "I have to get going." His happiness faded and he had the look of a pound puppy. "Will I see you again?" Amalea smiled softly and stroked his cheek. "If you're lucky," she said. "Can I have your number?" he asked. He had received the best fuck of his life and couldn't let her go that easily. She answered by shaking her head with a sly grin painted on her lips. "If we are meant to see each other again, we will." She kissed him, and then slid out bed. Amalea got dressed. Jacob sat up, watching her with the same puppy dog eyes. He really didn't want to see her go. She sat down on the bed to put her shoes on. "Can I please have your number," he asked with desperation in his voice. "Alright," she replied with a smile. Jacob reached around her, and then picked up his phone from the nightstand. He opened it up and made a new contact. He handed the phone to her to put her number in. "But, don't call me unless you want to fuck," Amalea said. She handed his phone back to him. "Only to fuck, you mean, I can't take you out?" he asked. She grinned and kissed his lips again. "Why would we waste time on that if we've already fucked?" Jacob caressed her cheek, and then tucked curly strands of hair behind her ear. "Because you're a beautiful girl and I would love to take you out. It's the proper thing to do." Amalea kissed his lips, and then rose to her feet. "I'm not a proper girl," she said with complete pride, just as she did when she called herself a slut. "But for you, I'll consider it. Call me." She gave him a taste of her lips one final time. Her tongue barely slithered into his mouth before she pulled away, leaving him wanting more. He watched her walk away. She turned and gave him a little wave with a smirk on her lips, and then closed his bedroom door. ***** A special thank you to my editors LaRascasse and OrderTheReuben. I Don't Have Nightmares Anymore I woke up screaming from a nightmare. I reached for the lamp and clicked it on. The light was bright. I sat and swore for a while, until the anger faded.. I looked at the little red "1:30 AM" on the clock, threw the blankets aside, got up and got dressed. That was it. No more trying to force myself to sleep and ending up in the hell of my imagination and memories. I went out, and walked. I lived in the city, and even at that hour there was a lot available to do. Should anyone desire to do any of it. All the sex screaming at me from all sides...which didn't interest me. Shit, I thought to myself. You're fucking hopeless. I found an open coffee shop and went in. The waitress was sitting down in a back booth having a break, so I sat at the counter. The cook came out to wait on me, wiping his hands on a towel. . I just stared at him. Short jet-black hair, huge pin-you-to-the-wall brown eyes, face flushed pink from the heat of the kitchen, and a muscular body packed into a white T-shirt and faded jeans. "May I help you?" He asked in a soft, intelligent voice. I thought of a thousand things he could do to help me, none of which were likely to be on the menu. Finally, I managed to spit out, "Coffee..please." He nodded politely, set me up with a cup and saucer, then swung the pot to fill the cup. I stared at the muscles in his arm. He had a very small rose tattoo on his forearm. I admired it a little too much, blushed, thanked him for the coffee and stared at his ass as he walked away. My pussy began to twitch. I watched him through the little window as he worked in the kitchen. Occasionally, he looked up and smiled at me. I tried not to sigh happily when he did that. I don't think I succeeded. After who knows how long a time, another cook came bursting through the door. "Thanks, Mike," He gasped. "I really owe you." Mike vanished for a minute, then came out to the counter wearing a battered denim jacket. He stopped in front of me and smiled gently. "There's a film I want to see down the street. Would you like to come?" I goggled at him, I know damn well I did, then nodded so happily my head nearly came off. We walked out into the night together. "Mike," I smiled and said.. "I'm kind of shy," I said stupidly. He threw his head back and laughed, a sound that came up from deep inside him. "Then I'll protect you," He managed to gasp I giggled. Never in my entire fucking life have I giggled, but I picked that moment to start. He stopped at a small art theater and bought two tickets. It was a beautifully filmed piece about the triumph of the love of two men.. as we watched it I laughed, I cried, I tried very hard not to cum in my pants watching it I have never seen a gay movie.. When it was over we went to my apartment.. While he walked around my apartment, I raided the kitchen, trying to throw together something halfway decent to snack on. I assembled some things on a platter, put them on the coffee table, and sat. He came and sat beside me, put his wine glass down carefully, turned to me with smoldering eyes and rapid, shallow breaths, took me in my arms and kissed me. Hungry. That's the only word for his kiss. One arm tightened around me, his other hand gripped my face as his mouth worked on mine, his tongue thrusting in deep, then flicking at mine to urge it into his mouth. His strength was very, very evident, and for one moment a thrill of fear went through me. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I'd be powerless to stop him. His hand slid down to gently close around my throat and the thrill increased. I could hear myself making very unfamiliar sounds. Soft, helplessly aroused whimpers. His kiss became demanding and his hand slid down the front of my blouse. He began unbuttoning, his fingers moving carefully but rapidly. His mouth slid off mine and went to my throat, and his teeth gently nipped at me. "What 's your name?" He murmured. My back arched, I couldn't talk. His fingers found my right breast and nipple, and he pinched and pulled at it. I felt it tighten and grow erect, and trembled for his mouth. He leaned down, flicked it with his tongue, then sucked it so hard my toes curled. I lay back and let him work my nipples until they twitched. His mouth slid down, and he tongue-fucked my navel. He braced a forearm against my breast, and one over my thighs as he stabbed his tongue into my navel, hard, fast and deep. I recognized it for the symbolic act that it was, and lay submissively and moaned. He undressed me carefully, openly smiling his approval at my body. I sat naked, spread out on the couch, with him fully clothed, kneeling between my knees, toying with me with just one gentle finger. He slide the tip up one side of my pussy and then down the other, gently circling my clit never entering me. I was so wet and he was spreading my juices around making movement easy and smooth. "Do you know what a "safe word" is?" He asked quietly. I blinked. The term was familiar, but not enough for me to place it and I couldn't think. He smiled gently. "It's the word you say when I go too far. Get carried away. Give you more than you want or can handle. You have the needs, and I will fulfill them. That's what this is about, fulfilled needs. All I want at this moment is to pleasure you the way you need it, in that silent place inside you. I will pleasure myself. But I will cause you no harm. Use this word when you want it to stop. Saying, "stop" will have no effect. The word "reality" will. Do you understand?" I didn't have a clue as to what was happening to me, but I nodded. "Reality," I repeated. He nodded, and stood. "Good, pet. Crawl on your hands and knees into the bedroom. Now!" I got down on my hands and knees, feeling a little silly, until I saw the look on his face. He was burning with lust for me as he watched me. Something cracked open inside of me, and buried feelings fought their way to the surface. I crawled for him, my cunt twitching and dripping down my thighs. When I knew he was staring at my ass, I wiggled it for him, and he gasped sharply. In the bedroom, he had me kneel, then sit back on my heels, knees spread, my hands behind my neck, my elbows out straight. "This is the position of submission," He said softly. "This demonstrates your complete submission to me. I do not like the words "master" and "slave." You are my pet, and I will address you by name. You will be allowed to address me by my name." He bent and stroked my cheek. "I will give you release, pet." He calmly undressed while staring at me, as I knelt before him. My cunt was swollen and begging. He folded the covers back neatly on the bed, then searched my room. He collected a few scarves stuck in the back of the closet, a couple of my belts, and some things I had stuck in a drawer: tube of lubricant, a vibrator, and a large dildo. I trembled as he neatly laid out his finds on the bed. He vanished for a second, then came back with a bowl of water. He set it carefully down on the floor and looked at me. "This is a symbol of your submission to me, given freely. When we are together like this, you will drink only from the bowl. Now Drink." I crawled forward on my hands and knees, lowered my face to the water, my hair dangling and getting wet... and lapped it up. He crouched beside me and stroked my back as I slurped up the water. His touch was tender and loving. I trembled as I slurped up the water. I whimpered, and he murmured to me. "Hush, pet. I'll take care of you. I'll give you release." I have never been so scared yet so excited as I was at that moment. He ordered me to crawl around the room and perform for him as he watched. I did so, breathless as he watched. I glanced up at him once, and his eyes were locked on me, his cock swollen and thrusting. "Good pet," He murmured. He had me stop in the middle of the floor, lower my head and thrust up my ass. He knelt beside me, ran a hand over my ass, then spanked me. I flinched at first, as the repeated smacks of his hand were painful, tears ran from my eyes.. but I relaxed as the sensation changed. I felt the pain, but I also felt incredible arousal and an odd sense of relief. When he stopped, I sighed, and he rubbed his fingertips over my ass cheeks. "So warm and rosy," He whispered. "Lovely, like silk." He ordered me up onto the bed. I scrambled up, staying on my hands and knees. He tied my ankles together with one of the scarves. The bonds were tight. He lay me on my back, then tied each arm to a corner of the bed. I stared up at his composed face. He left the room, and came back with a bowl of ice, a white candle and matches. He took an ice cube and rubbed it over my right breast and nipple. I gasped, back arching and felt the nipple tighten to attention. He rubbed the ice in a figure 8, getting both nipples hard, sending melting ice water sliding all over me. It was torture, but I loved it. He was so calm about doing it. He slid ice over me until my entire chest and belly were cold and wet. Then he lit the white candle and held it over me, staring at the flame. I felt like part of some strange, pagan ritual.. He tilted the candle slightly, and I stared at the droplet of wax that formed at the side, hanging there briefly before it descended rapidly to hit my right nipple. I reacted with shock to the tiny, hot pain, then my entire being flushed with pleasure. The candle was so beautiful as he dropped its precum on me. He was so composed, smiling slightly in complete enjoyment of what he was doing to me. He continued to let drops of wax fall all over my breast and belly. I flinched each time a drop landed, groaning, then stared up at the flame lusting for more. The last drop landed in my belly button and I shrieked and rose up off the bed, struggling against my bonds. He calmed me by stroking my thigh, calling me his "good pet, his wonderful pet." I whimpered at him, and he shushed me gently. "The first time, pet. Just the first time. There will be plenty of time for you to be trained to enjoy so many things. I will give you such incredible release, pet. I promise." He got the dildo, vibrator and the tube of jelly, then pushed my bound legs up. He worked the slick dildo into my ass. Twisting and turning incredible pleasure/pain, made a hundred times better by knowing his eyes were fastened on me. "In and out," He chanted quietly, and fucked my ass hard with the dildo. "In and out." He rammed it in hard, his fist slamming into my ass with each down stroke. I was thinking about using the word when he stopped and carefully lowered my legs, leaving the dildo inside of me. My ass felt stretched open, and I swear I could feel every inch of the thing inside me. He took the vibrator, coated it, then turned it on. He used the vibrator on my nipples and then moving down, gently touching my clit and occasionally sticking it down between my legs to hold it against the end of the dildo. I lay, spasming helplessly, until I couldn't take any more, and began to cum. He never fucked me with it.. When my head cleared, I looked at him. He sat quietly, smiling at me, his chest covered with his own cum. His cock had erupted just from causing and viewing my orgasm. I don't have nightmares anymore. Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night, but its because he's rubbing his hardon against me in his sleep. I Don't Know How To Dominate "I really don't know how to do it," she told him. "It's just not me." "If it's what your boyfriend wants," he suggested, "Then I don't see you really have a problem with it. After all, it's not difficult, is it? "I wouldn't know how to start," she confessed. "Can't you give me some advice? I mean, I've heard all about the dominatrix thing, I just don't really know what it's all about." "Why ask me?" "Because you know about these sort of things," she said. "I don't. I don't understand them, and if I don't understand why he wants it or exactly what he wants then I can't do it. Or I might do it wrong. Please help me." "I'm not sure I can," he said hesitantly. "I'd be too embarrassed." "No you wouldn't," she said scornfully. "I'm sure you wouldn't. It's not as if I fancied you, is it? Or as if you fancied me either." "You're a very attractive girl," he told her. "Yeah, yeah, all right if you say so. Just help me with this and I'll love you forever. OK?" "Yes OK," he agreed reluctantly, smiling at her promise to love him forever. "So what sort of thing does your boyfriend want you to do?" "I don't know!" she said in exasperation. "That's what I'm asking you. He just says he wants me to be a dominatrix to him, and I don't know where to start." "Have you got anything? I mean have you got anything like a whip or handcuffs or something?" She went bright red. "He bought a load of stuff," she said with evidently some embarrassment. "I don't know what it's all for, and some of it looks like it might really hurt him badly. I'd be scared to use it." "Show me," he told her. She disappeared into the bedroom. Through the open door he could see her pulling a suitcase from under the bed. "It's a bit heavy," she called. "You had better come in here and have a look at what we've got." "Good grief! It must have cost him a fortune to buy all this," he said. "He must seriously want you to do this!" "I know," she said quietly, "That's why I need your help. He wants it so much, and I really don't want to spoil it for him." "Haven't you even worn any of these clothes?" He delved into the suitcase, selected a garment at random and held it up. She turned her head away. "I'd look silly in them." "Actually," he said slowly, "I think you'd look rather wonderful in them. Very exciting." He held up another garment. "How about these?" he asked. "Stop it! I can't wear things like that." "Now these are interesting." He pulled out what appeared to be a large pair of panties with an attachment that looked very much like a hood." "What on earth are those? I hadn't spotted them before. They look awful!" She examined them, fascinated. "Hooded panties," he said. "I've never seen them either, but I've seen pictures of something similar." She clearly did not understand, so he explained. "They're for keeping his face up close between your legs," he said. "You wear them, the hood goes over his head and you tie it up around his neck so he can't slip out of it. These are much more serious than those I've seen the pictures of. Those were all flimsy things, but these are really tough and that belt at the waist would certainly hold them on you securely. He'd never get out of these until you let him go!" "He'd just undo the ties when he wanted to get out," she said. "Not if you handcuffed him or something first. That's what it's all about. He wants to be dominated and controlled in a sexual way, and these are perfect." She put the hooded panties to one side. "All right," she said, "I understand those. I think he might not like it nearly as much as he thinks he'll like it. I might get quite carried away if I had his in there like that!" "That's the point," he agreed, "Or part of it. Half the excitement, I think, is for you to get enjoyment out of something that's really uncomfortable for him, but at the same time something that is sexually exciting for him. It's an odd combination. But you're right. I don't think these are for beginners. You need to know his limits, or any man's limits." "Limits?" she questioned. He sighed. The explanations were become more and more difficult, and the thought of her holding a man between her legs in those hooded panties had suddenly made him feel extremely aroused. He hoped she would not notice. "You need to know how much he can take without suffocating. Keeping him down there is all very well, but you don't want him passing out completely. You need to have some idea of how long he could be left without air, and how much pressure or bouncing around or whatever that you can do without actually doing real damage to him. I'm fairly sure he would be able to breathe in those, but not if you squeeze your legs together or sit right on top of him, so you need to get it right." "Ah." She picked the hooded panties up again and examined them once more before putting them on the bed. "What's next?" "Wrist to thigh restraints." he said taking them out of the case. "Self-explanatory. Useful with those hooded panties, among other things." "Bed ties," he continued. "The long strap goes right round the mattress and you can attach wrist or ankle straps to it. Perfect if you haven't got good tie points at the top and bottom of your bed. You've got two of those in here, so you can spread-eagle him on the bed and play with him for as long as you want." "He'd be helpless," she said. "I could do anything." "You're getting the idea," he said. "I guess that's exactly what he wants." "I wouldn't need the hooded panties," she pointed out. "I could just... sit on him." "You certainly could," he agreed. "Whatever you want to do. It's about controlling him and getting satisfaction out of doing it." "So... " she had suddenly become very thoughtful, "It's as much about my pleasure and satisfaction as it is about dominating him?" "It's about controlling him for your pleasure. It's..." he tried to find a way to describe it as well as he could, "It's being able to do what you like to hurt him as well, and doing it more than he wants you to do it because you are in control. But at the same time it's knowing when to stop. I think it's probably very difficult to get it exactly right."" "I'm sure I could get it right with practice," she said, sounding much more confident about it. "What else have we got?" "Whips, crops, paddles, floggers," he said, taking them out. "All fairly obvious. Nothing complicated about them." "Why whipping and all that?" she asked. "There's nothing very exciting for me in just whipping him." "Punishment is part of it," he told her. "It's an expression of your power and domination. If he doesn't do exactly what you say, you punish him." "Is that all there is to it?" She sounded disappointed. "Perhaps not quite," he agreed. "A smack on the backside can be quite arousing, so when he says 'spank me', or something like that, you make sure he's restrained first so he can't stop you and then you do it harder and for longer than he thought he was going to get. Then maybe you do it a few times more before you release him. It's part of 'the game'. For example, if you say 'stop that or you'll get six spanks with my paddle' and he doesn't stop it, then you give him six spanks with the paddle and another six because you just feel like giving him another six." She picked up the riding crop and swished it though the air. "It would hurt him," she said thoughtfully. "I could decide exactly how much I wanted to hurt him." He nodded at her. "That's the general idea. As I keep saying, you're in control." He was not entirely sure, but he thought he saw her eyes glint with enthusiasm. "Next?" she asked. "Lots of nasty stuff," he said. "I don't think you really want to use many of these." "Show me anyway," she demanded. "I'll decide if I want to use them once I know what they're for." "Gloves," he said. "Several different types. These are rough on the inside like sandpaper, and these are actually spiked on the inside." He delved deeper. "Chastity restraints. There's several of them. You don't want to know." "I do," she insisted. "Tell me how they work." She picked one of them up. It was a small metal cage welded to a single handcuff. "Looks straightforward," she commented. "I just lock it on him." He nodded. "Once it's locked on, he'll have trouble getting excited. The cage is too small for it." "Oooh," she squealed with delight. "He'll be so frustrated. I wonder how long I can keep it locked on him?" "As long as you like," he pointed out. "If you're the dominatrix, he does what he's told. Anyway, he'll never get it off without the key, and you keep that. Leave it on all night if you want, or even for a few days. It's up to you." "I could be quite wicked," she murmured. "I really think I could." "You might not want to use this one though," he told her, holding up a small metal device. "What's that?" she said, taking it. "Another chastity device," he told her. "A really nasty one. As you can see it's just a hinged metal band that locks around his bits. Once it's locked on, of course, he can't get it off without the key, but this one doesn't stop him touching himself. Take a look at the inside of the band. See those spikes? If he gets excited it won't stop it happening but those spikes will be digging right into him. Very nasty and very painful." "Perfect," she said without the slightest concern. "Just right for when he's not here. That will stop him getting excited over anyone other than me, won't it?" "You know," he said, "I don't think you need me to tell you any of this. It seems to me you have just the right attitude to be a real frightening dominatrix without my help!" "Not at all," she said. "I didn't understand any of his until you showed me. Now it's beginning to make sense." She examined the chastity band carefully. "Do you think," she asked, "That these spikes would do him any damage?" "I doubt it," he said. "I should think they would be really painful, but they're not long enough to do him any permanent harm. Anyway, I should think he'd soon lose his excitement when they started to hurt him." "So," she said slowly, "I could use it for punishment too? I could tease him and tease him, and he'd get all excited and be hurting at the same time." "You really are wicked," he said in mock horror. "I'm glad I'm not this boyfriend of yours." "Liar," she told him. "There's nothing you'd like better than to be my boyfriend. I've been watching how excited all this is making you." ""You're imagining it," he said dismissively, shifting his position to one he hoped made his arousal less obvious. "All right, I'll believe you," she said with a grin. "What else?" "Don't you think that's enough? We could look at the rest some other time." "If you want. I do need to experiment a bit though, just to test it all out before I try it for real on my boyfriend." "Well I'll leave you to it. Have fun." He stood up to leave. "No," she said abruptly. "You don't understand. I need to test it, and I need someone to test it on." "You're not testing it on me!" he said convinced that he meant it, but uncomfortably aware of the involuntary twitch at the front of his trousers. "My boyfriend is not coming round tonight," she said as though she had not heard him. "It's the perfect opportunity to try some of it. "Not on me," he said positively. "Give me one good reason why not," she said. "I know you find it exciting, that's obvious. I know you find me exciting, just as much as my boyfriend does, so you're perfect for testing it. No one will know, so why not?" At that particular moment he was quite unable to produce one reason why not. He stood, ready to go, torn between an absurd desire to let her try some of it on him and a deep sense of it being all wrong to even think about it. "Not any of the nasty stuff," he said at last. "Of course not. I need to try the basic stuff first," she confirmed. "Come on, get your clothes off!" "What?" "Well we can't test it while you've got your clothes on, can we? The whole point of this is for me to be a dominatrix, and my man should be naked and on his knees before me!" She stood up, picking up a riding crop and swishing it through the air menacingly. "Get your clothes off right now," she commanded, "And obey me without question, or it will be the worse for you!" He took off his shirt, and then hesitated with his hands on his belt buckle. "Don't keep me waiting," she ordered, tapping his leg with the end of the crop. "All of them off." He started to protest. She raised the crop. "I will be a dominatrix," she said with a glint in her eye. "All right." He kicked off his shoes and dropped his trousers and pants. "Satisfied?" "See? I knew you found it exciting," she said, poking his hardness with the end of the crop. "Ow. Don't do that!" "Oh you wimp," she told him. "I haven't touched you yet!" She reached down and picked up the wrist to thigh restraints. "These are perfect, I think," she said, and proceeded to buckle them on to him. Suddenly he felt very helpless and vulnerable with his arms trapped at his sides by the straps securely holding his wrists to the top of his thighs. "You really can't get out of those until I unbuckle them, can you?" she asked. He already knew the answer, but he tried anyway. "No, I cant," he confirmed. "Good. Perfect, in fact." She strode over to him and stood to one side, almost touching him. With a sudden push that caught him off balance, she toppled him face-down onto the bed. "I'm gong to test the whips and paddles," she announced. "All of them. What do you reckon? Six strokes with each?" "No! Too many. I didn't mean for you to... Please don't. I don't want you to..." He babbled almost incoherently, realising that she was perfectly serious and that she fully intended to 'test' her abilities as a dominatrix and to try out the various implements. Her inexperience worried him even more. "Please," he begged. "Not too hard." "That's what I need to test," she said simply. "You see, I really don't know what is too hard and what isn't. This could be really interesting." She raised the crop and brought it down with all her strength on his bare buttocks. He screamed. A red line appeared immediately across his buttocks, raised and bleeding slightly. "Ah," she said. "That was too hard." "Yes it fucking well was," he told her angrily, "So now you know, you can undo these straps and let me go." She clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Such language," she said, "You'll need to be punished for that when I've finished testing all these." "You're joking," he said in horror. "Please tell me you're joking. You're not going to hit me any more?" "Like you told me," she said calmly. "Always more than he expects or wants, that's what a proper dominatrix does. I think we talked about six strokes with each, didn't we? So I'll make it ten. Then it will be a proper test." "No!" he begged. "You can't. Not after doing that to me with the first one." "Of course I can," she assured him. "You can't stop me, and if you go on making all that noise I'll just have to gag you. I'm sure I saw a gag in that case." She ignored his protests and rummaged through the case once more until she came up with a short phallus-shaped object attached to a strap. She showed it to him. "I wasn't sure about this at first," she confided. "I thought it might be one of those strap-on things, but the straps are all wrong. I think it's what they call a penis gag." Pulling his head back by grabbing his hair, she forced the gag into his mouth. It was uncomfortably large, and filled his mouth completely. Its shape made him feel particularly uneasy, and his mouth was stretched much wider than he found comfortable when it was pressed all the way in as she tightened the straps round the back of his head. He was effectively prevented from making any noise at all. "Right," she said, satisfied. "Now we can get on with it." The blows fell fast on his sore buttocks that became redder and more painful with every blow. She did not hit as hard as she had on the first stroke, but nonetheless it was soon absolute agony for him. Tears rolled down his cheeks in his helplessness and pain. Finally she finished. "All done," she declared. "I enjoyed that." She removed his gag. For several minutes he was unable to speak. Finally he whispered, "You bitch." "Really. How uncouth. I was only testing, just as we agreed. I really think I ought to punish you for such behaviour. That's what a real dominatrix would do, isn't it?" "Don't you think you've punished me enough?" he demanded. "I can hardly move. Have you any idea what you've done to me?" "I spanked you," she said calmly. "I think I might not spank my boyfriend quite so much, unless he's very bad and really deserves it." "Just untie me. Undo these straps and let me go." "Already? But it's only nine o'clock. I told you my boyfriend won't be round tonight. We have hours yet, and I really want to try some of these other things." "You can't try anything else," he said firmly. "You've done far too much damage to me already." "I have rather, haven't I?" she said, examining his red, raw buttocks. She stroked them with one hand, feeling him flinch with renewed pain as she touched him "Cream," she said brightly. "I have just the thing." She disappeared into the bathroom and returned almost immediately with a small pot. He had no idea what it was, but despite his pain the cream was very soothing and the soft caress of her fingers as she rubbed it gently over his buttocks took the sting and rawness from his skin as if by magic. "Better?" she asked. "Better than it was," he admitted. "Let me go now." She shook her head. "I'm going to try something else," she told him. "I think you'll like this much better. You've always wanted to touch my body, haven't you?" He was not about to admit that, and at that moment all he really wanted was to be released and to go home. "What are you going to do?" he asked nervously. "I thought I'd try out the hooded panties," she said. "So you ought to be really excited. Not too many men have ever been that close to me!" "Not now," he begged. "Please, not now. Maybe some other time, but not now. I still hurt too much." "You are a wimp," she told him, eyeing him contemptuously. "I do hope my boyfriend isn't such a wimp, otherwise this is all a complete waste of time." "Yes, all right. I'm a wimp," he said desperately and not caring in the least what she called him. "I'm a waste of space and no good for your 'tests' or anything else. So let me go." She laughed. "You're lovely," she said with a happy giggle. "I'm really going to enjoy this. So much better than beating you!" He could not help watching as she undressed next to the bed, leaving him lying helplessly on his stomach. She really was beautiful with long blonde hair, large, firm young breasts and wide yet perfectly shaped hips. He felt his arousal pressing into the bed underneath him as he watched, and even though it hurt him to move he could not help pressing himself down into the soft duvet as he watched her. She saw it. "You're determined to be bad, aren't you?" "I'm sorry," he apologised. "You really are beautiful, you know." "Bullshit," she said angrily. "And it's not at all nice of you trying to hump my bed like that. Very nasty. You do deserve punishment, and now I've decided what you're going to get." "I said I'm sorry," he pleaded, really afraid that she would beat him again. "Please don't. Just let me go and I can get my clothes on." "When you go," she continued, ignoring his pleas again, "I was going to lock that chastity cage on you until you come back. Of course it would be a few days because my boyfriend will be here, and obviously you can't come back while he's around. You could have given me a proper report on what it's like to wear one for a while." I Don't Know How To Dominate "No!" he moaned. "You can't do that to me!" "No," she agreed, "You're quite right, I can't. It wouldn't be nearly enough of a punishment. So I have decided that when you go I'll lock the metal chastity band on you instead, and then you'll really know all about it every time you think of me or of another woman. That would be a proper punishment, I think." He was silent for a minute, taking in the implications of what she just said. "You would never get it on me," he said. "I'm far too aroused. It won't fit." She nodded. "I know," she said. "I thought of that. I need to get rid of your arousal first. There's lots of ways of doing that, I'm sure. Of course I might just decide to fuck you until you can't get it up any more. That might be real fun. But I think I'm more likely to decide on something rather more painful for you. You do deserve it." He groaned, not entirely sure she was serious, but very afraid that she meant exactly what she said. "For now," she went on, "We'll carry on with what I intended: the hooded panties. Ready?" She put them on her, tightening the waist belt and checking that they would not slip down even if pulled at hard. She jumped onto the large bed and sat in front of him, her legs wide apart. "You'd better be good," she warned. "You do just what I tell you, and this will be the experience of your lifetime." She slid herself towards him, easing the hood over his head as his face pressed deeply between her legs against her. She tightened the ties around his neck making sure that the hood could not slip off. It fitted perfectly, and he found himself held hard against her, his mouth and nose squeezed into her and firmly secured almost immovably by the tough material of the hood and by her strong thighs. Her wide hips made the whole garment rather tighter than its designer had intended. "I can't breathe," came his muffled voice. "Yes you can," she contradicted. "If you can talk like that you can certainly breathe. I think this is absolutely perfect. I wish I had found one of these years ago!" She lay back on the bed, enjoying the sensation of his face against her. Her hips made little pulsing movements, pressing and pushing as her thighs squeezed rhythmically. "Lick," she ordered. "Lick and suck, or I'll suffocate you completely." To demonstrate, as well as to test how effective it was, she squeezed her legs together as hard as she could around his head. His desperate twitching and flailing legs told her just how well this achieved her objective: perfectly! She relaxed and once again enjoyed the sensation of his face, his lips, his tongue on her. His muffled voice came to her once more. "All right, it works. Now let me go." "Don't be so silly," she told him. "This is perfect. This is absolutely perfect. I'm going to test this properly. I'm going to test it all night until morning, so you had better get used to it." She shut her eyes, squeezing with her legs until his indistinct protests finally stopped. She sighed, and decided that without a doubt being a dominatrix suited her perfectly; absolutely, completely and totally perfectly... I Don't Know John Humber Joyce and I met at a party given by a friend of hers. Joyce is almost six feet tall and has dark brown hair. She is not the cutest or the prettiest woman I have ever seen but she looks damn good to me. I could tell she was self conscious of her height so I tried to put her at ease when we first talked. She has average size beast and almost no waist. Her legs are long and shapely and her butt is the kind that says, "Hold me and caress me." My name is Robert but most people call me Rob or Bob. I am six feet two inches tall and weigh around two hundred and ten pounds. I am dark complexioned and my hair is black with a little wave in it. I am not handsome but children don't run screaming from me either. I am a welder by trade and make a good living. I am not into owning a lot of stuff or driving big cars or wearing fancy clothes. I am a jeans and tee-shirt type person with a button down shirt at times. Joyce and I hit it off right from the start and when the party started to wind down I asked her I could take her out on a date sometimes and she told me to call her. She gave me her phone number and told me she still lived at home. She gave me her work number also. She works for a dry cleaners and I work for the local paper mill in the maintenance department. I called her at her work Monday while I was on my lunch break. I ask if we could go out that night. She told me she didn't tell me but she was going to college at night and Monday, Tuesday and Thursday night was her school nights. I ask about Friday or Saturday night and she either or both was okay for her. I told her I would pick her up Friday night at seven if that was okay. She said, " That will be fine. Where are we going?" I said, "You decide and let me know then." We started going steady and soon became a couple. We started talking about marriage and decided we would wait until she had finished school. She moved into my one bedroom apartment about six months after we started to go steady. We had a good sexual relationship. Neither of us was in to anything kinky. We started a joint bank account and were saving to make a down payment on a small house as soon as we got married. One night as we were eating supper she ask if knew John Humber. I told her I knew some Humbers but I didn't think I knew John. I ask, " Where do you know this John Humber from?" She said, " He is a salesman for a cleaner supply company." The next week she asks about John Humber again. I told her I don't know John Humber. The next week she came in on Monday night and I could tell something was different about her. She would not tell me what was bothering her and we didn't have any sex that night. I thought maybe she was having her period. The rest of the week was the same. I couldn't get her to talk to me so I just let it ride. I came in Friday night and she was dressed up in a new dress and looked really sexy. I ask if we were going out and she told me only her. I said, 'Joyce what the hell is going on here?" She sat on the couch and looked at me and said, "John Humber told me that the two of you took two girls to a hotel in Jackson on the weekend that you told me you was working at the plant in Lewisburg. He told me how much you like to watch him fuck one of the sisters and then he would watch you fuck the other. I am going out with him tonight and if you want to watch so bad I am going to bring him and fuck him in that bed in the bedroom." I sat there with my mouth open and couldn't say anything for a minute. I said, "Joyce I have told you I don't know John Humber. I have never been with another woman since I met you. I worked thirty-six hours straight at the mill in Lewisburg that weekend. Please don't throw what we have away on what someone else is telling you. I don't know John Humber." She said, "Well, if you like to watch someone fucking I will be in that bed with John Humber tonight. You can watch or not" and she walked out and drove off. I sat there and tried to figure out what I was going to do. I decided that if she was willing to give up what we had on the word of a stranger it would not do me any good to try and stop her. I took my clothes and my shaving gear and put it in my truck. I can back in and gathered the few possessions that belonged to me and put them in the truck and drove to a friend's house and ask if I could sleep in his motor home for a few nights. He gave me the okay and I told him I would explain thing tomorrow. I drove back to the neighborhood and left my truck on the next street over and went back to the apartment. I didn't turn on any lights and when I saw her car turn into the drive I went in the room off the hall that was used for storage. I heard them come in and they were laughing and went straight to the bedroom. They turned on a bedside lamp and I could hear them getting undressed. It wasn't long until I heard her tell the man to fuck her now. I eased out and stood in the doorway until they was going at it hot and heavy and turned on the light. She looked at me and said, " So you do like to watch don't you?" Before I could speak the man said, " Who the fuck is this guy standing here?" She said, "This is Robert. Fuck me so he can watch us." He said, " I don't know this fucking guy. I have never seen him in my life." I was already walking out the door as I said, " I don't know John Humber." As I walked away from the house I could hear Joyce calling out to me, " Oh God Bob come back. I am so sorry. Please don't leave me. Please come back. I love you." I got in my truck and drove away. On Monday I took the day off and went to the bank and took half of the moneys out of the checking and savings accounts and opened my own. I went by the apartment managers' office and gave them a month's notice, wrote that months rent and left. When I got to work on Tuesday the boss told me to please call Joyce. She had been calling every 15 minutes to see if I was there. I called her at my first break and she started crying and pleading with me to come home to her. She said though sobs, " Bob, I am so sorry. Please come home. I will do anything you want me to do. Please let me see you and talk to you. I am so sorry. I should have listened to you. Please forgive, Bob." I told her I would see her Friday night at the Pizza Hut at seven o'clock. We met and she was still telling me she was sorry and she loved me and could I please forgive her. I said, "Joyce, I love you with all my heart. I have never even looked at another woman since I have known you. We have to be honest and open with other or it will never work." Joyce said, " I know that now. He kept telling me things about you or what I thought was you and I got so mad. I thought I would get my revenge and let you watch us. I know now that I have to believe in you and I promise if you give me another chance I will never doubt your word. I will talk things out with you. I love you so much. I am so sorry." I ask, "Did John stay the night with you?" She said, " Oh my God. No. No. I tried to catch you and you were gone. He dressed and left without a word. I tried to find you but no one knew where you were. I have been going crazy. Please don't let this tear us apart. I will do anything you want me to do. Just give me one more chance." As we stood in the parking lot, I took her in my arms and held her tight. I said, "Joyce, We can get through this if what you say is true. If you are willing to do anything, we may be able to work this out. I told her to move back home with her parents and if she felt the same in three months to call me. It would take that long for me to get the images of her fucking John Humber out of my mind. Or so I hoped. I moved into another apartment and bought a different bed. It is six months later and Joyce and I are dating once or twice a week and the sex is good. She is moving back into my apartment soon. I Don't Know Much Author's note. I want send out a big and whole hearted thank you to PapaGus. His editing prowess and valuable input undoubtedly improved this story by far. I know the chat session bugged the shit out of him, but I patterned one side of it like a good friend, except I made it readable, because if you don't know my buddy and chat with him often, you have no clue what he's saying. Enough of my rambling, here's I Don't Know Much. * "I don't know much, but I know I love you. And that may be all I need to know" Aaron and Linda crooned on about what they did, or didn't know, but I didn't have time for their bullshit. I had plans to make. Canada was out, "Too damn cold." "I could run to Mexico. No, they'd be looking for me at the border. Sure, many people have great luck in coming across this way illegally, but sure as shit I would get popped going the other way." As I talked to myself about escape plans I guided my wife's Jag through the mid-day interstate traffic. I had her car because she taken my Suburban to park in the long term lot for her flight to Dallas. Staying in the states might be an option if I could clean out our bank fast enough, and get some papers and plastic surgery before the authorities began looking for me, but with my pale complexion and blue eyes, becoming Juan Valdez was definitely out of the question. I only had a couple of hours to figure it all out before I went to pick my wife, Stacey, up from the airport, drive her to some secluded spot, and shoot the cheating cunt in the face. So, why am I, Freddy Brian Murphy, (mom was a Queen fan) a 35 year old software engineer from Littleton, Colorado, rushing toward the "'til death do we part" part? I'd like to say that this thought of splattering Stacey's pretty little face with high speed lead is a new thought that just struck me in the heat of the moment so that maybe you'll believe I'm just a bit nuts today. But that's not the case. No, I've been preparing for her demise for the last three years. Well maybe not planning to kill her, per se, but I have been keeping pretty good tabs on her. This is not a snap decision, it's taken three years of tapping her cell, watching her PC, e mail, and IM's, and finally a meet with a PI to arrive at condemning the woman I love. This is a second marriage for both of us. My first marriage was to my high school sweetheart, Trina. We married right out of high school and since we'd both gotten full ride scholarships, paying for room and board was never an issue. We lived together even through our freshman year when most students were restricted to the dorms. After we graduated, we decided to rent a small apartment until we could buy a house outright. We figured that with tight belts and pay raises, we'd have our house in five years. It was the fairy tale marriage until the day I came home from work early and found her with our landlords cock buried balls deep in her ass. I recall the Warrant song "I Saw Red," and remember debates, while stoned of course, about whether or not a person can actually get mad enough to "see" red. I am going to tell you that I did indeed see red. I stepped outside of myself for moment or two as my body just did what my subconscious brain told it to do without rational thought input from me. Then I saw red on my knuckles as I beat our landlord senseless. I never laid a hand on Trina though. I got lucky and got a sympathetic cop, who instead of cuffing me and making me do a "perp walk" out of the apartment, instead let me ride in the front of the car like a ride along. I was booked quietly into jail and awaited an appointment with a judge. The judge was sympathetic as well and sentenced me to one year on probation and anger management classes. Stanley, our landlord, refused to press charges and opted to tell everyone that he had fallen down some stairs. Trina never begged me to take her back. I often wondered why she wouldn't at least fight to save the marriage. Then she was diagnosed with nymphomania and I understood. She knew I'd never be enough for her and that I would never allow her to explore on the side. She ended up moving down into Stanley's apartment. He didn't do anything other than collect rent and fix the occasional leak so he had all the time in the world to keep Trina sexed up. During the divorce I talked to her twice. Once to let her know who my attorney was, the second time to tell her I fully expected every cent I contributed toward rent back. The divorce was easy since we owned no property and we each had the vehicles we'd had since high school. I got all of my money back and a rare and sympathetic judge ignored her cries for spousal support, telling her "Young lady, it seems you do pretty well supporting yourself already." My exit was the next one off of the Interstate and I jockeyed the Jag into the exit lane. Trina had been my reason for existing through high school. As I turned onto the main thoroughfare that would take me home I reflected on my life just after the divorce. I saw Trina a month or two ago in line at a movie theater with three kids in tow. They all looked like different fathers. I had seen her sometime after our split at a night club. She spent half of the night on the dance floor, and the other half was divided between sucking cock under a table, and fucking in the parking lot. She never noticed me that night, but I had no doubt I had made the right choice in divorcing the whore. I felt stupid for months after, wondering why I never picked up on any signs of her infidelity. I've read hundreds of articles and stories about cheating. Each time one of them goes through the "tell tales" of a cheating spouse I can't recall ever seeing the behavior in Trina. The thought that I had missed some critical clue bothered me deeply. I was a very detail oriented person and I had missed one and possibly several crucial details. This thought was one that made me start drinking. I spent three months getting hammered every night and then trying to function at work the next day. It all came to a head when my program manager called me into his office. My program manager had been a D.I. in the Marine Corps and at times ran our group as if we were a class of new recruits. "Fred, I called you in here today because I feel we need to have a frank discussion about your job performance, or lack thereof. Have you ever heard the term 'Worthless as tits on a boar'?" "No Dennis, I can't say I've ever heard that one." "Fred, can you think of anything more worthless than tits on a boar?" I shook my head. "Well son, you are rapidly approaching that level. Look; I know the divorce was hard on you, but it is way past time to snap the fuck out of it and carry on with life. You have two weeks' vacation in your bank. As of today, I am considering you on vacation. You will use the two weeks to either drink your liver to oblivion, or screw your ass back on straight." "That's OK Dennis. I'll be fine." "You will not be fine, numb nuts!" he yelled. I'm sure that fifteen heads out in the office suddenly swiveled our way. "You need to quit walking around here like a god damned love struck pussy and grow some balls! You will take your vacation; I've already gotten it approved through HR. Get the fuck out of here and use the two weeks wisely." I was pissed off as I left the office that day. What did fucking Dennis know anyway? OK so I had fucked a couple of things up. So I was irritable. He'd be irritable too if he went through what I did. Part of me realized that Dennis was right. I had to stop feeling sorry for myself and move along, but Trina had been the love of my life since we were freshmen. I got in my car and headed straight for Smitty's Tavern. It was in there that my life would take a turn for the better. I was tipping my third beer since I had arrived at Smitty's when three guys that had gone to my school came in and grabbed a booth near where I sat. They had been two years ahead of me and didn't know me. They were talking amongst their selves and soon the topic of women came up. "Do you know who I heard is moving back to town?" said one of them. "No, who?" "Stacey LaRusso, well she's Stacey Martin now but she stepped out on old Jerry one too many times I guess and is headed back here." "That aint surprisin'," said the third, "In school it never mattered who she was dating, she would still be fucking Don Sanders every chance she got." "I fucked her once." said the fourth. All three laughed at him. "Sure ya did Eddy. Then you woke up and dried your jammies." Stacey LaRusso was a senior when I was a freshman. She was the head cheerleader and prom queen. If her beauty wasn't enough to grab a teen age band geek's attention, the fact that she was known to put out did. One rumor had her doing a gang bang with six guys under the bleachers during halftime of the Homecoming game. I never heard it from anyone who saw it firsthand, or from anyone who was involved, but always someone who heard it from someone who knew someone who was there. Take Carmen Electra without the fake tits and you have Stacey. If Trina was my reason for getting up each morning, Stacey was the reason my mom hated washing my stiff socks. I know most guys would think I was nuts for drooling over a serial cheater, but I look at it like a guy would look at his dream car. He'd take a model with some flaws just to own one, and work on those flaws. So in my head I saw myself making an honest woman out of Stacey. Later that week I was at my mom's house for dinner. She is really good friends with Stacey's parents. They've all gone to the same church for the past ten years. "Any good Catholic is just fine in my book." is an all-time favorite quip of hers. There used to be three Catholic churches in our area. Our Lady of Guadalupe served mostly Hispanic worshipers to the east of our neighborhood. St. Anthony's served the Italians northwest of us and St. Mary's served the mainly Irish population in the south. When two new churches were commissioned the attendance at all three churches dropped, so the Arch Diocese closed Our Lady of Guadalupe and St. Anthony's. Most of the Hispanics went north to St. Therese's Church while the Italians decided to come to St. Mary's. That is how my mother became close friends with my dream girl's mother. Not that it had ever done me any good...until now. "Gwen LaRusso tells me that Stacey is back home Freddy. Do you remember Stacey? I played dumb. "I think I kind of remember her. Didn't she graduate several years ahead of me?" Mom, however, has never been stupid. "Don't play stupid Freddy. It's quite annoying. You know damn good and well who Stacey is. Lord only knows how many times I found your yearbook open to her cheerleader page, and a sticky sock or two nearby." I started to protest and then thought better of it. "I saw Stacey and Jeannie at Father Nelson's two days ago. I told them of your divorce, and Jeannie and I agreed that Stacey and you should get together and help each other through your divorces." Dream girl or not, there is nothing that kills a hard on quicker than mom intervention. Sure I had planned to have her intervene, but damn it, she didn't have to make it all her doing. I was about to protest when she thrust a sticky note into my hand. "That's Stacey's phone number. She'll be expecting your call." I knew the subject was closed for debate, so I just pocketed the number and dug into my plate of roast beef and cabbage. My dad just sat stoically at the end of the table poring through the latest Speedway catalog. Two days and three phone calls later I found myself sitting in the bar at Chez Lorraine's waiting for my dream girl to make her entrance. Since that dinner at my mom's, all kinds of questions had played through my head. Had Stacey put on three hundred pounds? Was this a pity date for the love struck geek that couldn't hold onto his woman? The thought had even occurred to me that she might meet a guy on her way here, and I'd either be stood up, or become a third wheel. I didn't have to wait long. At precisely five minutes before our decided time she walked into the bar. Every guy in the place watched her walk in. Half the guys in there were definitely not getting laid that night. One girl slapped her guy and I saw two more mouthing hateful things at their guys. She was just as beautiful as I had remembered. She had put on about ten pounds, but in all the right places. Her chest was a bit larger and her hips had a more womanly swell. Her face was perfect. She wore a denim skirt that came down to about mid-thigh and a turquoise tank top. A mid length denim jacket was tossed over her shoulder and she had on three inch heeled sandals. I was hoping that I wasn't sitting there slack-jawed or drooling. "Fred? Oh my god you look amazing! I remembered you as a gawky freshman. Wow, how you have grown up!" I felt my face turning red. I hadn't imagined her throwing herself at me screaming "Do me!" at the top of her lungs, but I didn't expect the "long time, no see" like an aunt I hadn't seen in a decade either. I took a hefty pull on my vodka and cranberry. She sat down and ordered sangria and we chatted about mundane shit until the Maître D informed us that our table was ready. As we waited for dinner, we talked about our failed marriages. Yeah, it's a no-no on date one, but our moms had sent us here to talk about it so we did. You don't cross Italian or Irish moms. I told her about catching Trina and Stanley together. Then she began telling me about life in Tennessee with Jerry. "For the first few years Jerry and I were great. But then I suppose every marriage is picture perfect for a while. Then when I started working, Jerry seemed to change. He got jealous and paranoid. He would show up at my office unexpectedly during the day. Every time I'd go out to lunch I'd see at least one of his creepy friends nearby watching my every move. As the years went by it got worse, then New Year's Eve was the last straw." "We always had a big New Year's Eve party. Every one that Jerry worked with came as did all of our friends and neighbors. Memphis' best caterer was booked and we'd hire a live seven piece "Big" band. People would show up around six in the evening, men would go into the den to watch the college football games, and the women would sit around and gossip; mainly about the men." "Of course, by dinnertime everyone had a pretty good buzz going. We had roasted leg of lamb as the main entrée of our seven course meal, as well as lots of drinks. By time dinner was over everyone was inebriated. About ten, the band started playing. There is nothing more entertaining than a bunch of drunks dancing to "Big Band" music." I chuckled thinking of dozens of Colonel Sanders look-a-likes, dipping and dropping dozens of southern belles on their chiffon clad asses. "It never took long for the dancing couples to start mixing. Many of the men sat down to drink, while the women danced with those men who didn't. Jerry was always a non-dancer, but he usually didn't mind if I danced, so I did." "Charlie Welles was our closest neighbor and we were close friends with him and his wife Bunny. As most of the dancing crowd dwindled around eleven, Charlie and I danced together more and more. At ten to midnight, I looked around for Jerry but couldn't find him. As midnight got closer several people asked where Jerry was and nobody seemed to know where he was. So I rang in the New Year alone. An hour later all of our guests had departed and I went upstairs to go to bed. " "When I got to the top of the stairs I saw light coming out from under one of the guest room doors. I tried the door and it was locked. 'We'll talk in the morning Stacey.' said Jerry from the other side of the door. I had no clue what he was throwing a fit over this time, but I was getting used to going to bed alone." "When I went down for coffee New Year's morning, the cleaning crew was already busy removing all traces of the party. I walked into the kitchen to find Jerry glowering at me over the morning paper. I cheerfully wished him a good morning and filled a mug with coffee." "Since he never said word one to me, I took my coffee and a Danish out to the sun room to enjoy a glare free breakfast. I was half way done when he made his appearance. So much for peace and tranquility. 'So,' he began, 'How long has this been going on between you and Charlie?' I was shocked! "We danced last night. Big deal. You never dance and up 'til now you have never seemed to have a problem with it." "Then he flew off the handle and accused me of cheating on him again. He demanded to know everyone I had been sleeping with behind his back. We ended up in a screaming match that ended with me throwing my coffee in his face and going to my room." "He moved into the guest room and I filed for divorce the following Monday. Within six months we were in court. He fought every settlement offer, saying I was a cheating whore and deserved nothing. We battled on and off for four months." "In the end we sold our house at a loss and split the profit fifty-fifty. After all was said and done we each walked away with a little over forty thousand dollars and he got a drinking problem." We chatted about happier subjects as we ate. Pity date or not I was enjoying myself. I hadn't even thought about this "date" going much beyond dinner. I thought maybe I'd ask her if she'd like to take a walk around a park or if she'd like to go down and walk the 16th Street Mall. Things changed when I ordered another scotch and soda . "You know that is four of those you've had this evening." She said "I haven't been counting, but I can afford them." "I'm not worried about your wallet Freddy, I'm worried that you are going to suffer from whiskey dick and ruin this evening's more active phase." I have seen many "spit takes" on TV, but this is the first time I had ever done one. I sprayed my drink all over the place, luckily missing my shirt and her. The candle bearing center piece didn't fare so well. While she laughed at me, and I cleaned up, the waiter came by and asked if everything was all right. She looked at him with a smoldering look and said "Check please". As soon as I paid the check and left a hefty tip, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. We left her car at the restaurant and drove to my apartment. She was staying with her parents so it was the only option. Seconds after opening my door I found myself pushed into my easy chair while Stacey straddled me. I had never been kissed with so much passion. I was afraid my fantasy come true was over when she pushed off of me and stood. She looked at me and I felt my soul would melt away. She pulled off her jacket and tossed it aside, then crossed her arms in front of her. She gripped the bottom edge of her top and her bra and lifted them straight up, revealing the most luscious set of tits I had ever laid my eyes on. She took a step towards me and her skirt hit the floor. She wore a white lace thong that did nothing to disguise the fact that she kept her pussy shaved clean. I could make out the protrubance of her clit and the happy valley just beyond. I could see the wetness soaking through her thong. I suddenly felt like the room was too hot and stuffy. My mouth went dry and my tongue swelled. OK those things didn't really happen, but I felt I was close to hyperventilating. "Freddy, you seem to be a tad overdressed now. Let me remedy that." She started unbuckling my belt and opening my Dockers. "Oh Freddy, I didn't know tuba players were built like this "Actually I was a drummer. I uh Oh god..." I didn't get to finish before she had my cock fished out of my shorts and had it in her mouth. My mind went immediately to pondering the various compression ratios of the race engines my father had built over the years. It was a trick I'd used to sustain longer with Trina over the years. I had made it no further than his third motor, a 440 Mopar, when I felt my balls tighten. Stacey must have sensed it too and stopped sucking. I Don't Know Much "Oh no Freddy boy. Not yet. Ladies first!" With that, she stripped off her thong and climbed up on the chair planting her hot wet snatch in my face. It looked like I was giving her a reverse piggy-back ride while sitting. When she screamed, "Eat my pussy Freddy!" who was I to refuse? I put both hands on her ass and began licking her slit, pausing just before I get to her joy button and then going back the other way. I was trying to time my attack on her clit perfectly. If not perfect it was close enough. "Freddy, come on. Stop teasing meeeee...Oh my fucking God!!!!!" She almost crushed my skull when she came. I could feel her juices running down my chin and pooling on my chest. I had never been with a girl who got so wet. She then slid back down my body, leaving a wet trail and practically ripped my shorts off of me. "I need you Freddy. Oh my God, you can't eat a girl like that and not fuck her brains out." I never intended to abstain from fucking her brains out, so I don't know where she got that idea. My cock was pointed at the sky and she moved up and hovered over it. She lowered herself down and it felt like I was pushing into hot un-melted butter. It's crazy what crosses your mind at times. As she slid down the length of my shaft, I remembered and incident from my early teen years; The Crisco incident. It was during my 12th summer that the Crisco incident occurred. I spent the summer running around with three guys from school. Jason, Chris, Ray and I were inseparable that year. One night we were camped out in a tent in Chris' back yard. Jason had snuck a couple of his dad's nudie books out and we were looking at them with flashlights. "Hey!" Jason said, "Don't stick my dad's pages together. He'll get pissed." "How would we stick the pages together?" Ray asked. "Yeah," I said, "Kinda hard to see the titties if the pages are stuck." Chris and Jason laughed like they knew some big universal secret. "He means don't be jacking off and fucking up his books." said Chris. I wasn't sure what jacking off was and I'm not sure Ray did either. I wasn't about to ask either and make myself the source of ridicule for the night. I'd ask my 15 year old cousin Sherman when I saw him next about it. Soon the conversation turned to what chicks we'd all like to fuck. Every super model had her name tossed into the hat and several girls from school. After a bit Jason said, "I bet you guys have never had pussy." We all claimed we had and accused him of never even seeing a pussy. "Shit boys, I'll tell you what a pussy feels like. Grab a can of Crisco and force your pud into it. That's exactly what a pussy feels like." "Exactly what a pussy feels like." That thought was in my brain for the next three weeks. I couldn't even go through the baking aisle at the store without sporting wood. Sherman had explained to me the finer points of jacking off so I was becoming a walking hormone. One day while my mom was at my grandma's and my dad was at work, I finally decided to try it out. I walked into the kitchen and got mom's brand new can of Crisco. I never thought she'd notice I had done anything to it so I peeled the foil seal and dropped my shorts. I remember the gooey feeling as I pressed my cock into the shortening. I was so busy concentrating that I didn't hear my mom come in until she hit the kitchen...with Mrs. Beals from across the street in tow. "Sure Kitty. I have a dozen or....FREDDY BRIAN MURPHY!!!!! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU DOING?!?!" The hardest part of all of it was coming up with a viable excuse for my buddies as to why I was grounded for the week. To this day my mom looks at me funny when she has a can of Crisco out when I'm around. Stacey's pussy was about as hot and tight as anything I'd ever felt and she knew how to work it. She was pumping up and down and swirling her hips, this girl definitely knew how to fuck. After twenty minutes I picked her up and laid her on the ottoman. Once on my knees in front of her, I pushed into her pussy and began pounding her. She came three times before I finally unleashed my load into her. "Wow Freddy. Please tell me you don't have to be anywhere tomorrow." "Nope. I am off work for another week and don't do weekends anyway." "Shall we see what fun we can have on a proper bed?" The next forty eight hours were a blur. We fucked, we napped, we showered and then fucked some more. We went to sleep coupled and awoke in a fucking frenzy. We did manage to eat a time or two. The kid who delivered our pizza on Saturday night was treated to Stacey answering the door in my bath robe, fresh from our second shower that day. The poor kid who brought our Chinese food on Sunday evening was treated to me in boxers fresh from our up-teenth fuck session that day. We actually slept most of Sunday night and showered together Monday morning. She had a job interview a little after noon so I drove Stacey back to the restaurant to get her car. We sat in the empty lot for a few minutes before she got out. "What are you doing tomorrow?" she asked me. "Bettering myself, or making life hard on someone else. Why do you ask?" "Oh I just wanted to see if you'd like to go hiking with me. We could have a picnic and enjoy the day." Enjoy the day we did. As a matter of fact we have been enjoying days and nights almost non-stop ever since. ***** "DIRTY ROTTEN FILTHY CUM GUZZELING FUCKING SCUMBAG WHORE!!!" I yelled as I sat at a traffic light. I looked to me left to see a horrified soccer mom/housewife staring at me from her SUV. "Not you," I said to her, "Some other whore." I tried to laugh it off. She just continued to look at me like I had neon horns growing out of my skull. The light turned green and soccer mama laid rubber trying to make distance between herself and the Tourette's Jag driver. I couldn't believe that she was really cheating on ME. Our relationship started out hot and heavy and had not slowed down for five years. Maybe we had only mellowed out recently, but only slightly. We are still known to spend an entire weekend fucking and sucking. We even took a week off of work a few years ago and never got dressed. I needed to go back to work to recover. We got married seven months after that first weekend. The wedding was a spectacle. Italian Catholics and Irish Catholics in the same venue meant it was more of a bash than a wedding. Stacey's mom and dad, as tradition requires, paid for the whole wedding. I offered to help with the booze at the reception only to be handed a wad of cash to help pay for my bachelor party. Not to be outdone, my parents paid for out honeymoon. Of course all of the aunts and uncles, who felt they needed to contribute, gave us spending money for our trip. Mom had planned on sending us to Europe to see Ireland, and Italy, but a passport mix-up that was going to take three months to straighten out left us on the North American continent. Two weeks touring Mexico Starting in Cabo San Lucas. Three days and we never saw the beach. On one of my nightly calls to mom she suggested we find other things to do on our honeymoon like see some sights. She made the same comment when I called her from Puerto Vallarta, Acapulco, and Mexico City. We did see some of these places; we just spent the majority of our time in our room. We saw more of Acapulco since we often fucked on the balcony outside of our room. When we got to Teotihuacan, we actually did tour the pyramids there. We saw all the tours had to offer there. When I told my mom this she said, "Oh? So I take it your room wasn't ready when you got to town." I had to admit she was right, but we did enjoy the beaches at Cozumel and Cancun. Some were nude beaches that offered private areas, and on some we just relaxed in the Mexican sun. On our return flight to Denver, Stacey and I joined the mile high club. Our early years together were pure bliss. There weren't many nights that we went without sex. Even during her monthly visit from "Aunt Flo" she would offer me her ass or a blow job. Stacey also started what would become my biggest hobby. In her job as an insurance adjuster, she comes across many different kinds of people. Once she was going through a client's car that was to be scrapped and she came across a box of auto parts. She went to throw the box in the trash when the client called for her to stop. "I thought I had lost those." He told her. "They look like junk parts." She said "Whatever do you want them for?" "These aren't just junk parts. These are collectables." Stacey scoffed and went back to her task. "No, really." He said. Holding up a part, Stacey didn't know a carburetor from a key ring, "This is from Dale Earnhardt's Daytona winning car. It's worth $5000. This is from Richard Petty's last race. It's worth $12,000." Later she did some on line research into motorsports memorabilia. She found a lot of things that were worth a lot of money to the right person. She had little interest in racing, but knew I followed drag racing religiously. I wondered why she suddenly started questioning me about different drag racers and asking to look through my stores of old magazines. She was religious about it for a few weeks then I didn't hear much more about it and though she'd lost interest. Our mom's threw us an anniversary party that year. There was a lot of drinking and a lot of eating and a lot of drunk Irish and Italians before all was said and done. After dinner our moms suggested we exchange our gifts. I had saved for three months and used all of my bonuses to buy Stacey a diamond necklace with matching ear rings, bracelet, and an anklet. She teared up and hugged me fiercely after she opened it. "Oh Freddy, It's so beautiful." Then she handed me my box. I opened it to find two spark plugs wrapped in tissue paper. I saw that the plugs would fit nothing I owned and was wondering why she would give me spark plugs to begin with. Then I saw the certificate in the box certifying that these plugs had been in the #4 cylinder of Kenny Bernstein's Bud King when he became the first driver to go faster than 300 miles per hour in 1992. That was how my collecting began. Along with King Kenny's spark plugs, I also have the valves from the #3 cylinder of Joe Amato's first 280 mile an hour run, the blower belt from Chuck Etchells' first four second funny car run, as well as the #2 piston from Jim Epler's first 300 mile an hour funny car pass. I also have several other items that either Stacey or I have found and bought over thy years, but my most prized, or coveted mementos come from the same car. In 1988 Eddie Hill did something no one else had ever done. He became the first driver to go quicker than 5 seconds in a quarter mile. In 1987, Gene Snow drove a quarter mile in 5 seconds flat at Indianapolis. I have three of his spark plug wires from that run. The following year in Dallas at an IHRA event Eddie Hill ran the first ever 4.99 pass in history. Later at an NHRA event in Houston he ran 4.93 to become the first in both sanctioning bodies to do this. Eddie's crew chief, Fuzzy Carter took the pistons from both historic runs and tuned them into clocks. Of the sixteen clocks I own one. It is the #2 piston from the Dallas run. Stacey and I have searched high and low and have found only four of the clocks from the Houston run. Two owners won't sell but two others might. One guy was from Ottumwa Iowa, the other from Abilene Texas. Stacey was always an outdoor type. She always had us out skiing or swimming on the weekends. Not that I objected, but it made it hard for me to reciprocate the fabulous collectables she got me. After a few years, I was on a first name basis with every outfitter and raft guide in the state and a few out of state. We also had success at our jobs. Stacey beat me home one evening, and when I walked into the house and found a bottle of champagne chilling and a roast duck being prepared for dinner, I knew something was up. "Hey babe, what's the occasion?" I was a tad bit worried that I forgotten some anniversary. I knew she wasn't pregnant; we had discovered two years before that she was barren. Her uterus had never formed so she was incapable of bearing a child. We had considered adopting and then just decided we'd be DINKs. Duel Income, No Kids. "I got promoted! Rex called me to his main office this afternoon and told me I was being made the manager of our whole office. No more watching people pick through wreckage and crying about it when I get home. I will send others to do that part." Needless to say I had to call off of work the next two days as we still celebrated. Dennis was quite used to me having sudden illnesses since I had hooked up with Stacey. He always told me that I was more productive than before so he was inclined to look the other way. Two months later Allen Bradley called me into his office. Allen was the head of our company, and I was sure I was going to be fired for excessive absences. Dennis may have looked the other way but Linda "McButtface" McCarthy-Butler; the HR manager had likely caught us in the act. "Ah Fred. Have you ever thought about the job of the project managers?" "In what terms? How bad they suck? How hard it must be taking credit for fifteen other people's work? Taking your sac to the chin?" I thought but did not say. I was wondering if he was trying a guilt trip on me and was going to fire Dennis. "No sir. I just do what Dennis asks of me. I don't truly give much thought to his tasks." "Well Fred; you might want to. As of Monday next, you are one." My mind dropped out for a moment leaving me with an obviously stupid expression on my face. "If you don't want the job I am sure I can find someone who does." he said. "No, I'll gladly take the job Mr. Bradley, but what about Dennis?" "Dennis will still do his job Fred. You will be getting your own group. It's secret stuff so we'll have to pick your group wisely, but you'll have a ton of say in who gets on board." I spent the next two hours poring through personnel files and resumes with Allen and finally we had six solid people to put on my team. I also had to sign a non-disclosure statement. It turned out that NSA and a few other shady organizations were paying for the software my team would develop. Officially my team and I were changing divisions in the company. Only the team would know I was the manager and the other managers would only know the folk on my team reported to an outside manager. Allen gave me the rest of the week off, and a prepared script for sharing the news with Stacey. I made reservations to one of the ritziest restaurants in Denver and got us a hotel room for a night. Let's just say that Stacey took the rest of the week off as well and we both needed to go to work Monday to recover. Up until three months after our promotions we had the perfect marriage. It's funny how a few hours can change the outlook for someone. A few exchanged words with another person can make you look at the world, and your significant other quite differently. "Hey, yeah, you don't know what it's like. Baby, you don't know what it's like to love somebody. To love somebody, the way I love you" "Barry, Maurice, I sure do know what it's like. You don't know what it's like when that fucking somebody can't keep their mother fucking legs closed." I probably looked stupid chastising the brothers Gibb on the radio, but I didn't care. I was only one left turn and five blocks from home and still didn't fully know my exact plan of action. I wanted to splatter her face all over a rock, but I didn't want to spend the rest of my life getting my asshole stretched out in the pen. The green arrow lit up and I made my turn. I realized I was quite possibly making this turn for the last time. Maybe I was stupid for ever thinking a guy like me could hold onto a girl like Stacey. I remember exactly when the first seeds of doubt were planted about the faithfulness of my wife. Traditionally during Homecoming weekend some classes held impromptu class reunions. My class was no different, but I never liked many of the alumni who would likely show up. Nor did I care which chick got fat, which jock lost his hair or who had so many brats that their uterus prolapsed. Stacey however lived for Homecoming weekend. We attended the game even though this year looked to be a waste of time. Our team was one loss from being eliminated from play-off contention and we were playing our biggest rival. They were undefeated and lead the state in every category. There were at least a dozen tailgate parties by Stacey's class alone. She and I traditionally went to a local Italian place and then went to the stadium. We went a little earlier and had a few beers with her old cheerleader squad. I had to admit most of them were still hot. I say most, because the three bitches that Stacey always had problems with all gained at least a hundred pounds and looked like trailer trash. The other team jumped out to a 14 point lead early and our crowd became subdued. Stacey had even hinted about maybe leaving around half time to beat the traffic. Then with five minutes left to go in the first quarter we intercepted a pass and scored, and the first quarter ended at 14 to 7. We never looked back. At the end of the game our team walked off, more like danced off the field 45 to 14 victors. The alumni went nuts and the student section almost got tear gassed. We knew the banquet the next evening was going to be a joyful one. Jim Taft, Stacey's class president always reserved the Grand Ballroom at the Creste de Everest Hotel. I never knew how they afforded to do this. As far as I knew, Stacey had never been asked for a contribution. Most years, the turnout is quite small. Since Stacey and I have been married I have never seen the ballroom even half full. Whether it was a big rival game, or a full moon or planet alignment, I don't know; but almost all of Stacey's graduating class showed up that year. We arrived and found a table with her cheer squad and their husbands. I had met a few of the guys before so we mostly got re-acquainted. Most talk was about the game the night before and some of the college games that day. Stacey and the girls reminisced over old times and then dinner started. The meal was as wonderful as always. A green salad with bleu cheese crumbles, and oyster bisque, followed by prime rib and a baked potato. The meal was to die for and the Baked Alaska served for dessert was most likely the best I have ever eaten. After dinner the mixer and dance started. I talked with one or two people I had known in school, but mostly I talked to the other husbands I had met at previous reunions. Stacey was mingling with her old classmates. I was listening to Jim Harding, Stacey's best friend Paula's husband; explain to another guy why science was in need of limitation when someone spoke in my ear. "So you're the guy who married Stacey LaRusso." I turned to a plump balding guy who looked vaguely familiar. "Yes I am. Fred Murphy." He shook my hand "Jerry Martin. Do you see that guy she's talking to over there? That's Don Sanders." He said pointing to the shorter balding man with a push broom mustache that Stacey was talking to. He's the biggest reason Stacey and I aren't married any more. Come, let's talk." I followed him to the bar and he ordered us each a beer. "I'm only telling you this because I feel you need to be warned. That guy and that girl together are bad news. She cheated on me so many times with him that I lost count." "He never wants anything to do with her unless she's with someone, then all he wants to do is bed her. I think it's an ego thing for him, and she's powerless to say "no." He talked on but I didn't hear much that he said. In my mind I heard what she said on our first date as if for the first time. "He flew off the handle and accused me of cheating on him again." AGAIN! Again didn't mean he accused her AGAIN. Again meant she had cheated before. She never denied cheating either. Have I been a fucking chump? I Don't Know Much I snapped out of it in time to see Jerry walking away. His parting words were, "You poor bastard." I looked across the room to where Stacey had been standing talking to the bald fuck. She looked up and saw me and smiled. I smiled back and tried to hide the rancor in my thoughts. All evening long I found myself making sure she was in visual range. At one point I looked around and couldn't find her, nor could I see Sanders. I was about to go looking when she and several of the cheer squad came in from the direction of the bathrooms. Sanders entered a few minutes later from a different area of the hotel. "You look like a guy who's ready to go postal Freddy. What gives?" I turned to find Jenny Davis, my former boss' secretary. She was married to one of Stacey's classmates. "Oh, hi Jenny. Some asshole has been making google eyes at Stacey all night long." "I wouldn't worry Freddy. She loves you and wouldn't step out on you. Trust me darling." Maybe she was right, but my mind kept going back to the whole "again" thing and the look of pity on Jerry's face when he pointed Sanders out to me. I was more than happy when the night came to an end. The ride home was quiet. Stacey's thoughts were elsewhere so I inquired as to whom the shiny headed individual was who seemed hell bent on monopolizing her time was. "Oh, that was Don. We were friends in school." Nothing more was said during the ride home. When we got home, Stacey grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to our bed room. She undressed me and shoved me back onto the bed. I watched as she shucked her clothes, crawled up between my legs and took my cock in her mouth. As was her standard practice, she sucked me off until my balls were ready to burst and then she stopped. I tried to move around to eat her pussy and she stopped me. "Uh uh baby. I need this tonight." She climbed up and lowered herself on my turgid cock. As she started riding me, all sense of normalcy went by the wayside. Her hips showed a sense of urgency, like she needed to use our crotch friction to start a fire to ward off hypothermia. Usually when she fucks me like this she sounds like Monica Seles in the tennis match for her life. That night she sounded like a teen trying not to get caught fucking on her parents' couch. She made sounds like the air was being knocked out of her. She made little squeaking sounds and some deep sighs. When she came I felt her body go rigid and shake. After she came a second time she pounded her hips down as fast as she could until I exploded deep inside her pussy. My orgasmic grunts sounded deafening in the silent room. When Stacey came for the third and final time she let out a shriek and collapsed on top of me, sweating and breathing heavily and held onto me as if she'd float away if she was not anchored to me. We lay like that for some time and then just as quietly as she had fucked me, she rolled off and went to sleep. I was too weirded out to sleep right away. The events of the evening kept re-playing in my mind. I re-evaluated my conversation with Jerry. He didn't seem malicious in his warning, but like he was passing along information. Don Sanders couldn't keep his eyes off of Stacey, and she kept looking around the room like a kid afraid of being caught sneaking a cookie before dinner. I got up and went down to my office and got on my computer. I looked through program lists until I found the ones I wanted. Unfortunately they were on my office PC and I'd have to sneak them out. Sunday passed without a hint of the weirdness that seemed to rule the night before. Stacey didn't seem any different. But, if she was a serial cheater, she'd be well practiced at hiding her tells. I wasn't sure if I was able to trust her or not, but I'd know soon. Monday morning I went into my office and pulled three USB thumb drives from a compartment in my briefcase. I inserted them into my PC and loaded the programs on them that I wanted. That evening when Stacey went to bed, I booted her lap top up and loaded one of the USB files onto it. Then I went into my office and loaded the other two thumb drives into my PC. I was set. Now all I had to do was wait and see what I got for my efforts. ***** The Bee Gees finished telling me what I do or don't know just as I pulled into my driveway. It's hard to think that in just over three years I had gone from marital bliss to first degree murder. Actually I'm not sure murder was on my mind this morning when I went to the detective agency I'd hired. Up to that point I was only disappointed that the guy in Abilene has a buyer for his Eddie Hill piston clock, so I knew I'd now have to work on the guy in Iowa. The program I loaded onto Stacey's lap top searched and found all of the electronic signatures for all of the e-mail, IM, chat, and social networks she used. Then it looked just for the posts that came from her computer and I had the means to set up the ferret programs on my PC. The first program took the information gleaned from her lap top and set up cache's to copy and collect her posts, e-mails, and chats. After a while I'd be able to select which ones the program could cache, and which should be sent directly to me. The other program allowed me, in five simple steps to enter and bug her cell. I had a recorder that would log her calls and texts. I could also turn her phone into a microphone to eavesdrop on conversations even if she wasn't on the phone. So now all I had to do was wait and see who she chatted with and what she talked about. I was able to let the programs look for key words and cut down on the amount of stuff I had to look through. The only communication link I wasn't able to compromise was her office's phone system. For almost two years I got nothing to make me suspect her. I read an article that stated that most women cheat with their boss. Stacey's boss is female and I am 99.99% sure that Stacey has no lesbian tendencies. I found out the hard way. One day at the mall we saw a lesbian couple making out on a bench. To make a long story short, one comment, two hours of yelling, and three days of no sex were sufficient to drive that point home. It also cost me a dozen roses and a diamond tennis bracelet. So her boss' communications only got cursory glances from me. I felt like a shit for spying on her like that, but there were good things that came of it. I knew that any time I fucked up her text volume would go up, but I did gain insight to fixing said fuck ups a lot sooner than if I'd had to guess. Gift giving also became much easier. Thirteen months ago I had my first snag. With the information gleaned from her laptop, my program was able to hack into her work e-mail account. Among the key words my program was looking for and flagging were the words "travel, convention, fly or flight, and hotel." Her boss had sent an e-mail to Stacey detailing her up-coming trip to an annual meeting in Cleveland. This presented a problem. Without tapping into NSA's computer and satellite system, I couldn't monitor Stacey in real time through her phone, and I knew there was no way I was even going to attempt that hack. I had back doors into several NSA programs, but there was no way to task the satellites without them knowing. There was also a zero percent chance that Stacey would be IM'ing or texting her every conversation during her time in Cleveland. The only option I then had was to hire a PI and have them tail her during her trip. Since I had her itinerary, it wasn't hard at all for them to plan their surveillance. I had quite a bit of money in my savings account that I used to buy Stacey gifts and such, so secretly being able to afford to pay the PI team was not hard, but I was glad Stacey didn't travel often. Stacey was gone for three days. I was on pins and needles for the entire time. I called my attorney J. Whitfield Crane Esq. and asked him to draw up divorce papers. He told me I was nuts when I told him it was just in case. He said he'd charge me double if I changed my mind after he drew them up, so I told him to hold off. He said that I would thank him later. As Stacey's flight was leaving Cleveland for Denver, I was in the office of Jerry Cantrell Investigations. My employers and I used Jerry often in our research and background checks for sensitive work groups. He and his guys always did a thorough job. Jerry had sent three of his guys to cover Stacey in Cleveland. Two of them flew in the day before and staked out her hotel. They had managed, and by managed I mean bribed the clerk, to get the room next to hers. They punched a couple of small holes in the wall between the rooms in case she took a guy in and they could get photographic evidence. The third guy tailed Stacey to and through the airport, and boarded the same plane. When they got to Cleveland, there was never a moment, except for when she was alone in her room, or in meetings that one of the three wasn't watching her. As the plane carrying her and one of the PIs was leaving Cleveland, the other two were sending the report to Jerry. I sat in his office as he printed out the report. He scanned it quickly and then went back to his computer and printed a few more things. "Freddy, your girl didn't do a damn thing while she was in Cleveland." He put a paper in front of me that detailed her comings and goings including her meals and showers. "The only thing here that is even slightly hinkey is this." He pushed a stack of pictures in front of me. The pictures showed Stacey hugging some guy twice. I couldn't see his face in the first few shots. "The guy arrived in Cleveland as your wife was leaving. According to my guys he was heading for a connecting flight to Indianapolis when they met. No clue as to what flight he got off of." The last photo I saw showed his face clearly. It was Donald Sanders, Stacey's best known cheating partner. I knew that nothing had happened on this trip, but the appearance of Don Sanders meant I couldn't let my guard down. When Stacey got home, I asked her about her trip. She told me that it had been pretty mundane and boring. "Listening to seventeen keynote speakers ramble on about insurance is better than anesthesia. Even the gung ho types were yawning to beat hell." "Yeah, I have been to programming seminars that would kill if not for massive amounts of caffeine especially that one in Indy two years ago." She chuckled and then informed me she needed a shower. I was a bit miffed over her lack of disclosure about running into an old friend. But I didn't dare tip my hand and let her know she was under surveillance. When she'd been in the shower for a minute or two I heard her call to me. I figured she had forgotten to grab a towel or shampoo. As soon as I walked into the bathroom, she was on me. In no time I was stripped and pulled into the shower. Four hours later, the kid delivering the Mexican food was subjected to the sight of me in my hastily donned boxers. For several months nothing came up to arouse my suspicions. Then one day, out of the blue, she opened a Facebook account. I was leery because three guys I worked with had their wives leave them for guys they found on Facebook. So needless to say I kept a real close eye on her Facebook activity. She gained about seventy friends during the first week. Mainly they were people she went to school with or worked with. There were a few guys whom I was sure hit her up because of her profile photo. She must have felt the same way because she rejected those without a second look. I was a bit alarmed when I discovered that the chat feature on the site was missed by my software, but I wrote an update that fixed that right away. Two months ago she got the friend request I had been dreading. I read the words and felt my anger rise. "Donald Sanders has sent you a friend request. Do you know Donald?" Instead of yelling or cursing I just deleted the request. Maybe good old Donald would just take a hike. I wasn't that lucky. I was working in my den that evening when I got a chat alert for Stacey's Facebook account. I almost ignored it think that it was her friend from work Elaine bitching about Carl the mail guy or something. Then that gut feeling kicked in and I opened the window. Donald Sanders; Hey Sweety. Why dint u anser my frnd req? Stacey LaRusso Murphy: What req? I didn't get any today. Donald Sanders: I snt u 1. 2bad u dint get any. I do u if hub wnt. Stacey LaRusso Murphy: Pig! That's prolly why I turned you down. Donald Sanders:Thot u sed u got non 2day. Stacey LaRusso Murphy: Send another. I'll accept I know I didn't get 1 today. I knew there was no stopping it without her knowing something was awry, so I just sat back and prepared to monitor her a lot more. For the most part they talked about people from high school, and their lives. Donald was an auto finance specialist and he lived in South Bend Indiana. For the next few weeks they'd chat idly, he'd try to take the conversation sexual but to her credit Stacey always put an abrupt stop to it. There were a few times as well that I considered sending him a nice virus. For the most part they kept their chats tame. Three weeks ago Stacey's boss sent her an itinerary for the annual meetings. This year they were being held in Dallas Texas. Once again I had all of the information that I needed to feed my PI. I never saw Stacey mention the Dallas trip to Sanders in their chats, but a week before she was scheduled to leave he started asking her about it. Donald Sanders:So whn u gon to TX? Stacey LaRusso Murphy:How'd you find out about that? Donald Sanders: trolld ur page. Saw post from ur frnd Anna Stacey LaRusso Murphy: So then you prolly know when I'm going :P Donald Sanders:I hav to get a ticket 2 tx I guess Stacey LaRusso Murphy: I have mine. You'll never do it. Donald Sanders: I xcept that challinge I hoped he was bluffing. I looked for a way to block him from getting airfare, but once again with perpetrating a risky hack into sensitive NSA computers not being an option, there was nothing I could really do. I wished I had gotten more pertinent information on the guy so I could make his attempt at my wife impossible. But all I could do was watch and prepare for the worst. I wasn't prepared for the worst though; and I caused it. Three days before Stacey was set to leave for Dallas, I watched a chat session between her and Don. Donald Sanders:HAY BABEE!!! Stacey LaRusso Murphy: Can't you greet someone like a normal human? Donald Sanders: WHO WANTS NRMAL ooops dam cap lock Donald Sanders:I got xsiteing news babe I didn't know much about Don Sanders, but I quickly deduced that tact and spelling were not his strong suits. This fucker needed to buy "Hooked on Phonics." I had to stifle a laugh or three as I read his crap. Donald Sanders: I GIT my tix to dalass. Donald Sanders: no roomz at the briar wood tho Donald Sanders: but best wesrn is jut up the rode Stacey LaRusso Murphy: I shouldn't have told you where my meeting was. Donald Sanders: @i have souprise 4 u 2 Stacey LaRusso Murphy:Oh Rly...what surprise? Your penis? Stacey LaRusso Murphy:Seen it. Not impressed Donald Sanders: U nvr cumplaned b4. Stacey LaRusso Murphy:So what's your big surprise? Donald Sanders:I trked dn Gary smd aRNIE :O Gary Darling and Arnold Philips. Those two and Don were three of the supposed participants in the infamous homecoming gang bang. A chill ran up my spine when I realized what Sanders was aiming for. I just hoped that Stacey wasn't game. For some reason I had never asked her about the gang bang. I'm not sure how you ask your wife to tell you about the time she took six wanton cocks under a sea of football watching asses. Back when I was a human tripod running on hormones I wanted the rumor to be true. Now I hoped it had never happened. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew a lot hinged on the next few minutes. Donald Sanders: So whacha thnk? Get the gang bck 2gether? Donald Sanders:It wrked bootifly once ;) Stacey LaRusso Murphy:Oh Yeah! I want it to be EXACTLY like last time. "Exactly like last time?" Is she asking this asshole to track down the other three guys from that night? I lost my temper. I didn't fly off the handle and rush out into the rom and punch her in the mouth. I kept my wits enough to not let her know I was watching her. "What the fuck?" I said as I typed a simple command into my computer. Moments later I knew it had worked, because I could hear Stacey trying to get her lap top to work. One of the features NSA had asked for was a command that would wipe out a hard drive from a remote computer. This was mainly to prevent enemies from getting proof they were being spied on. It also worked in the case of one of their computers being stolen or compromised. In my moment of anger I entered the command and wiped out Stacey's hard drive. I had stopped the conversation cold, but I also stopped my main source of information. I silently cursed myself and began brainstorming ways to get back into her secret world Ten minutes later she came into my office with her laptop. She looked lost. "Freddy, my laptop seems to have died. Can you fix it baby?" I was fascinated to check her lap top out, I hadn't got to see any of my handy work from the field tests so I wanted to take full advantage of this situation. I was also concerned that I had lost a very important intelligence channel. I decided I would go buy her a new laptop and load my program onto it as soon as I could the next day. "Looks like you hard drive is shot hon. I'll get you a new lap top on my way home tomorrow evening." "Don't worry about it baby. I'll have Lorna issue me a company lap top until I get back from Dallas." "FUCK!!!" I didn't want her to use company machines. I was morally bankrupt enough to put snooper programs on her machine, but I didn't want to add it to her employer's equipment. Mainly it could be construed as industrial espionage, and I didn't think it could be detected, but until my guys had exhausted every possibility, I didn't know it couldn't be stumbled upon by some half assed techno geek. So like it or not I was going into her big trip blind. At least I knew I had the PI on the ground at the right place and times. I bought her a new lap top the next day on my lunch break. By the time I was ready to go home for the day I had all of my extras on her machine and running. I took it home to her and she was pleased, but her presentations for her meetings were all on the lap top that she'd borrowed from work. She had a big presentation to give on the last day of the meeting. She said she'd wait until she was back from Dallas to use her new one. I did get a "thank you blow job" out of the deal. So while Stacey was in Dallas I sat and stewed. Mostly I tried to keep my mind off of what might be happening by working on the newest updates for the NSA programs. They liked what we had done so far. So much so that they sent a whole new list of specifications they wanted the software to meet. Of course they gave us weeks to do what looked like it would take months to do, so my crew was working at home as well as at work, so I was good and tired when this morning rolled around. I went to work for a few hours. Between running to the break room for coffee and going to the bathroom I don't know how I got anything accomplished. At 11:30 I went to meet with Jerry Cantrell at his office. Ten minutes after I sat in his conference room, Jerry walked in with a packet of papers and a sheepish look on his face. Somehow I knew what he was going to say before he said it. "Freddy, I've got some good news and I've..." "Got some bad news." I finished for him. I felt my blood beginning to boil as I envisioned him handing me a DVD of m Stacey being fucked by three or more guys in some Dallas hotel room. Jerry must have known what I was thinking as he handed me a thumb drive and copies of the report. I don't know what to say... I want to do really, really filthy things to you. I didn't even think I liked girls that much. I barely know you. And yet, it's like that stupid quote from The Fault In our Stars, isn't it? Slowly and then all at once... You come along and look up at me with those annoyingly gorgeous eyes (and really, do they HAVE to be that fucking colour? I have such a weakness for that colour), and ho-ly shit. Smitten. Instantly fucking smitten. I want to press my forehead against yours and sweep the hair that frames your face to the side, and gently rub my nose against yours, and let my hands rest against your powdery soft, glowing skin, and kiss all the breath out of you. I want to swipe my thumbs across your cheekbones and suck your lower lip into my mouth, and bite it gently, nuzzle into the skin at your shoulder (and damn it, I know you spray perfume there because I've seen you do it, and double goddamn it, you smell amazing and I hate it because it makes me feel pathetic for noticing). I want to hold your face gently, and caress your skin with my fingertips and lips. But don't get me wrong, it's not all innocent by any stretch of the imagination. And I want to get drunk, and kiss you, and press you against a wall, and hike one of your stupidly gorgeous legs around my waist, and bite at the skin of your shoulder and your décolletage, and run my hands up the inside of your thighs and not even bother with your underwear (which I'm sure would be super cute, and pretty, just like you, and oh god did I just write that? Gross). And I'd just slip my fingers inside your underwear, and you'd love it, because hey, this is my fantasy, and in this fantasy, you like me back. Or at least like me enough to want to fuck me. And I want to take you home, and tie you apart on my bed, and fuck it, I'm not even a Dominant, but I want to take you apart, gently. I want you writhing about on the sheets, and panting, and begging, and pleading, and an incoherent mess of whispers and gasps and pleas. I know exactly what I'd do to you. I wouldn't do any of the rough things I love done to me. You look like you're made of porcelain, and I wouldn't want to hurt you. I wouldn't use rope, but silk scarves (sorry, they wouldn't be matching...), and keep you spread, and kiss every goddamn inch of your body until you were begging for more. You're not something to be destroyed, but something to be worshipped. And then... I guess I'd just give you more. I'd give you everything I have. Probably over and over and over again. Tongues and fingers exploring every inch of you. And because you'd be tied there... if you let me, and I worked out how (sue me, I've never been with a girl before), I'd stay up all night, getting you off over and over and over again. I'm talking forced orgasms here, getting you to the point that you're begging for more, but sobbing for me to stop because too much, too sensitive, oh my god, theretheretheredon'tstop. Eventually, we'd have a enough, and I'd untie you, and kiss the rub gently at the marks on your wrists and ankles until the skin was smooth again. And I'd kiss you over and over again, bring you orange juice (what? You're probably dehydrated and low on sugar by now...), and walk you to the shower where you could just let me take care of you, water slipping into our mouths as we kissed under the hot spray. A hot fluffy towel later, and we could curl into bed and cuddle until sleep came to us. I like the idea of waking up beside you, sharing a pillow with you, seeing the grey morning light casting a glow over your skin. I like the idea of watching you slowly rise into consciousness, the tiniest movements behind your eyelids, the gentle blinking as you slide into awareness, light reflecting from your eyes. A gentle morning kiss, and more, before letting consciousness slip away, curled into the warmth of the sheets, blankets, and each other. I don't want to think these things about you. I really don't. But, holy fuck, I do. I Don't Know Where It's Been This story, yes I said story, is meant for adults only. I felt like shit. I had just got off the phone with my wife of eleven years, the day after tomorrow, and it had ended with her in tears. Three years ago I had almost lost my job, because Kate, Katherine, had gotten so upset that I was going to be missing our anniversary that she made me come home. Here it is three years later, and it's her that's going to be missing our anniversary, and there is not one thing I said to her that would make her come home. I'm not real sure why I'm the one feeling like shit, but I do. The last twelve years have been the happiest of my life. When I met Kate she was twenty-four, and just getting started in her career in sales. She had come to our architecture firm to try and get us to place adds in some of the more up scale magazines, that at the time we could not afford. The little black haired beauty caught my eye, and after talking to my partner he helped me string her along long enough for me to get her to go out with me. She told me after our first date, that she had known we couldn't afford her services, and was glad we were able to make it look good enough for her boss to keep her coming back until I worked up the nerve to ask her out. I made a joke about the waiter's toupee while she was taking a drink of water, and it shot out her nose. I was in love. We dated for over six months, and then she moved in with me for another six, until she could get off the road, and into an office. We were married about four months after that. There hasn't been a day go by that I don't think I'm one of the luckiest guys on the planet because I got her to marry me. I grabbed the phone again, and called my boss. I had been around since day one, when Craig had started the place. Our little four man design team had made some amazing breakthroughs that had cut production times in many areas. "Craig, I know you're in there, pick up," I said into the phone. I heard him pick up the phone. "Dan, I'm kind of busy right now, you know that." "Then I'll make it short, I'm leaving right now, and I won't be back until Monday," I said. "What the fuck are you talking about, leaving? Where are you going?" he said "I'm going to spend my anniversary with my wife. I'll see you Monday," I said. "Have a good trip asshole, don't forget to knock before you walk in," he said laughing. "Damn, you just get funnier every day," I said. "You know, I hear that all the time," he said. "Not from anyone that knows you. Hey sorry, but the last couple of months since they brought that guy in to head Kate's department, things have been pretty tense around our house. Maybe some time in a hotel bed could help things," I said. "Well, it damn sure never hurt anything. Do me a favor, when you're just ready to do something a little kinky, think of me," Craig said chuckling. "Deal, see ya Monday," I said. Not hanging up, I punched in the extension for Craig's secretary. Rose had a way of getting anything, and I needed a plane ticket. After I got off the phone with her, I got in my car, and went home to pack. I was filling my suitcase, when my cell rang. "You have forty-five minutes to get to the airport in time for security check. The ticket is waiting at the desk under your name. I was able to get you a return flight on Sunday afternoon, at one-thirty. There weren't any rooms in the hotel you said Kate was in, so I got one two blocks away. Have a safe trip, and I'll see you Monday," Rose said, and hung up before I could say a word. I ran into the bathroom, and got my shaving kit filled. I stuffed it in the bag, closed it up, and started making a quick check of the place. After remembering to shut off the coffee maker, one of the few times, I ran for the car. After fifteen years, I've learned a few good back roads, and with only a little speeding, okay a lot of speeding, I made the flight with time to spare. After getting checked in, screened, and staged, we got on the plane. As soon as we were in our seats, I slipped the ear bugs in, and turned on my ipod. I'm not much of a flyer, but music clams me down enough to keep the white knuckling to a minimum. Three hours later, a hand on my shoulder woke me out of a nice dream about Kate and I. Wow, I had really passed out. I haven't been doing much sleeping at night. A little of it was stress at work, but for the last couple of months things between Kate and I have been strained. We went from a very active sex life three months ago, to nothing. It had been over two months since she had even let me close to her. It started with her telling me how they had promoted a guy from another department over her, to head her department. She was really scrambling to show them that they had made a mistake in passing her over. For the first two weeks she had come home exhausted, and talking about nothing but how to get rid of Mr. Paul Renolds. She was even threatening his life. This calmed down in the third week, and a couple of weeks later she said they had started working together more, and better until they were now being sent out as a team to bring in a large account. I had gotten a little worried that there might be something between them, but Kate always put my mind at ease, and other then us not having sex she paid me as much or more attention then ever. As I pulled my bag out of the overhead, I was thinking of how to get Kate to come down to the restaurant without telling her I was there. I caught a cab to my hotel and after a little small talk about my situation, the cabbie told me about a nice romantic place in between the two hotels with a dark dance floor, and dark booths. I told him it sounded like just the kind of place I was looking for, and gave him a nice tip as I got out at the curb. After I got checked in, I took quick shower, and got out of there a soon as possible. I was hoping to catch Kate before she went out to eat. It was just after five-thirty as I passed the clock in the lobby. Looking at the crowded street, I figured I could get there just as fast on foot, and started in the direction the lady at the desk had pointed me. The walk was easy, and I took the time to note the romantic club the cabbie had mentioned was just a few doors from her hotel. I walked into the hotel lobby at ten to six, and got in line to speak with one of the desk people. I smiled at the lady that waved me forward. "Hi, my name is Dan Cardiff, I'd like to find out if my wife Katherine is in her room, and if she is I'd like to talk to her please." "Cardiff, Katherine... yes she is staying with us, just a second, and I'll see if she's in," she said dialing the room. "I'm sorry sir, there's no answer, would you like to leave a message?" "Not right now. I was kind of hoping to surprise her. Our anniversary is tomorrow, so I would appreciate it if you wouldn't mention we had this little talk," I said hopefully. "No problem sir, I never saw you. I hope you have a great day tomorrow sir," she said. "Thank you, I think I'll go check the restaurant, maybe I'll get lucky. Goodnight," I said. I followed my nose to the far side of the lobby, and found a room full of people running, serving, sitting, and eating. The place was packed. I wasn't giving myself very good odds at finding her in there. I spotted the restroom to one side in the back, and I figured I could kill two birds, you know. I walked through looking left, and right, but I didn't see her. After taking care of my business, I stood at the hallway entrance, and looked out over the room again. There was no way I was going to see her in here. Then I don't know how, but I heard a giggle. It was one in a thousand but it sounded like her. I looked along the wall, but the booths were high, and all I could see were the faces of a few guys, and the heads of the women with them. Well I wasn't walking up to any tables, until I was sure who was in there, so I went back across the place, and looked back to the wall. I started going down the row, booth by booth. The third one from the hallway I had been in, I saw her. She was sitting there eating and laughing with a guy I didn't recognize. She looked great. She was in a dress she always picked when she was looking forward to a night of dancing, both vertically, and horizontally. The two looked very easy with one another, and shocking me Kate reached over, and stabbed something from his plate laughing as she put it in her mouth. When the guy looked a little huffy, she reached over, and caressed his face with the backs of her fingers. What the hell was going on here? It sure looked more intimate then dinner with a colleague. Then I had to reach for the door jam, when he leaned towards her, and she met his lips in a kiss. I walked away from the door to the center of the lobby, and dropped into one of the big wingback chairs. I picked my hand up off of the arm, and held it up, smiling as I watched it shake. Its good thing I didn't need to shoot anyone, maybe. I'm not real sure how long I sat there. I was facing the dining room, and looked up when I heard that giggle again. I looked over to see her walking with both her hands on his arm, leaning close, and laughing while speaking into his ear. They walked within fifteen feet of me, I'm sure they were talking, but all I did was watch the way she was looking at him. I hadn't seen that look in a long time. All of a sudden I couldn't breath. I shot up out of that chair, and started striding for the door. I'm a big guy, but people don't usually take much notice. Now, the crowd parted like the Red Sea. I probably didn't look real happy, and I had a pretty good head of steam up. Luckily the revolving door had buffers in it, or I would have shot myself into the street. I walked straight to the curb, and stood there huffing in..., I don't know what. Pain, anger, sorrow, but I think anger was winning. "Giggle." My body snapped around, before I knew what I was doing. I watched as they pushed their way out of the door together, and turned walking towards my hotel. I watched as she walked holding his arm, and leaning into him. I watched as they walked down the block, turned, and went into the club I had looked at. Snapping out of the trance I was in, I started for the doorway. Thinking for the first time in a while, I slowed down so they would have time to get away from the door. Stopping, I took a few deep breathes trying to calm down. There was no way that that look could be anything but what it was, but I wanted something more, I'm not real sure what, but something. I opened the door, stepped in, and moved off to one side. There was no cover charge, so I just stood waiting for my eyes to adjust, looking into the room. I spotted them in the end booth, over by a table for two. I stuck to the outside, and made my way to the little table. The waitress was right on my ass, and was there as I sat down. "What can I get ya, honey?" she said. "Scotch, rocks, double," I said. "Our meeting isn't until ten tomorrow, so we can stay and celebrate as late as you want," I heard him tell Kate. "I'm so glad you didn't let him guilt you into going home." Giggle "Go home, and miss our two month anniversary, no way. I can't believe we've already been together for two months," she said, and I heard a kiss. "It would have been longer, if you had taken me up on my offer at the end of my first week there," he said. "Well, I had to make you think I was a little hard to get. I am supposed to be married you know? I couldn't believe it when you walked up to me in front of Marge, and asked me out, knowing full well I was married," she said. "Marge was the one that told me you thought I was hot," he said. "We need to get something nice for her, for getting us together," Kate said as their waitress arrived, dropped their drinks and left. "Here's to two fantastic months together." "And many more to come," he finished. "And many more to come," she said clinking glasses. "Here you go honey, will that be all?" said my waitress setting my drink in front of me. "Oh ya, that's all alright," I said getting to my feet. I pulled a ten out and gave it to her. Then she watched as I stuck my finger in the glass. The icy whiskey helped lube my finger to get the band off it. The damn thing had been there so long, I didn't even take it off anymore, it was too much trouble. When my hand snapped away with the ring, and a fair amount of hide, I looked at the waitress. "Damn thing gets tight after eleven years, but at least I didn't have to cut off my finger," I said to her, as I picked up the drink, and drained it. I smacked the glass on the table, and stamped my foot, as it burned its way down. "Damn that was good after ten years without a drink. Thanks lady," I said and turned to the booth. They were just breaking a kiss as I walked up to the table. He looked up, but not knowing me, it didn't really matter to him. Seeing him looking, Kate turned to look up at me. You know a guy should carry a camera for times like these; the look on her face could have been used for any number of posters, as she sat there with her mouth moving, and nothing coming out. "Wow, two months. That's a special anniversary. I remember mine, but after eleven years it gets a little old I guess," I said looking at him looking at her. "Let's see two months, that's red and gold isn't it? Well, a cute couple like you deserves a present, so here's the gold," I said tossing my ring on the table towards Kate, "and here's the red," I said as I reached out and smashed my fist into his fucking face. "PAUL," Kate half yelled, reaching over to take his face in her hands. I had felt a satisfying crunch as I contacted his nose, but I knew that if I didn't leave, I was going to end up in jail. I turned to look at Kate as she was trying to help asshole. "Sometime, tell him how lucky he is that he wasn't in my house. Call, and leave a message as to where you want your things sent. If you're smart, and I'm not saying you are, you won't come by the house. You might try some ice on that nose, I think it's broken," I said as I turned and walked away. I walked out the front door of the club, turned to my hotel, and started taking long strides. I know there is no way Kate could know where I was staying, and after what I'd done to her little friend she probably wasn't going to try and catch me anyway, but I needed to put some distance between us fast. Fuck, I haven't hit anyone since I was twenty-three here I am twenty years later. You'd think I'd have learned something since then. I guess I had learned something, hadn't I? Don't take things for granted. I knew there was a reason I hated school, lessons suck. Walking into the lobby, I went over to the front desk. "Excuse me do you have the phone numbers to the airlines? I need to get on a plane as soon as possible," I said. "Yes sir, what airline, and when, and where do you want to go?" she asked. I gave her all the information she needed, and she told me she would call the room with my flight information. I went up to the room, and started pacing up and down. This was so unbelievable. How the fuck did this happen? Then I got to thinking, wow, did she miss her calling. The acting Kate had been doing the last two months would have won her an award. Jesus, and that little crying scene on the phone when I was trying to guilt her into coming home, she was good. I was getting more pissed by the second, and couldn't stay in the room any more. I grabbed my bag, and took the stairs to the lobby. When I got there, the lady behind the desk put down the phone, and waved me over. "Sir, if you leave now you have an outside chance at catching the last flight tonight, final check in, is in thirty minutes. If you don't make it, the next flight is in three hours," she said. "Thank you, I hope the cab drivers around here are good," I said as I signed the checkout slip she had pushed in front of me. "I'm sorry you had to cut your visit with us short, please keep us in mind the next time you're in town," she said with a smile. "I have a feeling I'm going to have a hard time forgetting anything about my visit," I said and started for the door. I ran out of the lobby, and found a cab at the stand just up the street. "I've got fifty bucks that says you can't get me to the airport in less than thirty minutes." "You're on boss," he said snapping me back into the seat. The guy was good; he had me there in twenty minutes. I paid him what was on the meter plus the fifty, told him thanks, and started running for my gate. I don't know what I was worried about I had three or four minutes to spare. I got through the security, and went about waiting for the flight to board. As keyed up as I was, I was hoping no one would think I was going to try something on the plane. I was pacing the whole time, and I kept catching myself muttering. Finally they called us to board, and I was lucky enough to have a seat by my self. I didn't need the music this time. This time there were plenty of other things to keep my mind on. A thought flashed through my mind, and I barely caught myself before I burst out laughing. Kate's mom has not been my number one fan. Debra has her husband right where she wants him. She treats Greg like a mushroom, keep him in the dark, and feed him shit. She doesn't get away with it with me, and she isn't real pleased about that. She told Kate once, that one of these days I'd cheat on her. That she had seen me checking out other women when we were all out together. The whole flight I just sat there wondering if this was really happening. I pulled out the picture I carry of Kate and me and sat looking at it. All of a sudden, when I looked at the smiling face, the one next to it looked like asshole. I snapped my head up, and looked to see if anyone saw me, then looked back at the picture. It was me next to Kate in the picture, but all I could see was her looking into his eyes that way. Jesus now she had me wondering. I know men aren't supposed to be the ones that remember things, but I counted myself as an exception to that rule. In the beginning, like all women, Kate tried to pull that; oh do you remember this, or do you remember that, but unfortunately for her I did. I remembered all our conversations, all our plans, all the little secrets you only mention in the dark. Now I sit here wondering, if I didn't notice this going on for two months, what else have I missed. Jesus, the guy asked her out the first week he met her, and from what she said, the only reason it didn't happen was so that she could make it look good because she was married. Thinking about seeing her at the table with him tore at me. Seeing how familiar they were, the little looks, the touches, and that simple little kiss. FUCK! Even after I get rid of all her stuff, I'm going to see that for a long time. Thinking of getting rid of her things gave me a twofer idea. I'm going to go home, pack all of it up, and take it to her mothers. The old bag will find a way of putting the blame on me, but as long as I know the truth, that's all that matters. The ding of the seatbelt sign was the only reason I knew we were arriving into the airport. It brought on a little white knuckling, but all in all it's probably the best I ever handled flying. After we docked with the gate, I let those that were in a hurry clear out. All I need is to get pushed a little too hard, and turn around and deck someone. I dug into the overhead, got my bag, and joined the procession into the terminal. I walked straight out to my car, and got in line for the exit. I don't really remember much of the drive home, but I got there. I don't really know how long it took, but who the fuck cares anyway? Walking into the dark house felt pretty strange. All I could think of was, get used to it pal, this is how it's going to look from now on. I dropped my bag, and headed for the kitchen. On the way by, I automatically hit the switch on the answering machine.