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Jeweled

By: Turbidus



I have a hard time with categories, a painful admission for someone a bit OCD. The wife is a loving wife but the husband is a loving husband. The underlying theme is anal but that is only a small part of the sex. I went with "Erotic Couplings". If you feel "Anal" would have been more appropriate I hope that choice doesn't ruin your day.

Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing.

Enjoy, comment (nicely if you please) and peace out.

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I thought I was dreaming. It was the flash of light I noticed first. Second, I noticed that the drapes had been pulled partway back. Strange as it may sound, the third thing I noticed was that the flash of light I had seen had come from my wife's ass. Now, give me a break here. I was more than half asleep. I'd just put in the last night of my week-long night shift. I had a three-day weekend ahead but what I had been looking forward to first was eight hours of sleep. Jackie usually bent over backward to protect my sleep. It's not surprising then, really, that my thoughts first turned to why she was in our bedroom and why she had opened the drapes as opposed to wondering why she was naked and why her ass was flashing. Actually, flashing is the wrong word. Sparkling, that's a better word. 

Now, I don't mean she had glitter on her ass cheeks or anything. It was her asshole that was sparkling. You can't normally see a naked person's asshole, not even a person as trim as she is. I could see her asshole, or rather the sparkle that appeared to be coming from her asshole, because she had one leg up on the bench at the foot of the bed. She was bent at the waist, holding her ass cheeks wide, and moving her ass back and forth in the bright light streaming through the parted drapes. Well, that explained the open drapes at least, if not the sparkle. 

I love my wife to pieces and she's a beautiful lady. Even if I didn't always wake up with a boner, I would have had one quickly enough just by seeing her naked at the foot of my bed. Her sparkling pucker aroused my curiosity, true enough, but the sight of her body with her breasts swaying from side to side as she moved her ass back and forth in the sunlight had aroused the rest of me. I had done nothing more than open my eyes at that point. I lifted my head from the crumpled pillow and reached for my cock, the latter action performed more or less unconsciously. I started to open my mouth to ask her what was going on but I never had the chance.

Jackie leapt from the bench and landed on her knees at the end of the bed. She yanked the sheet off me as she crawled up the bed. 

"Fuck me," she demanded as she threw her right leg over both of mine. She planted her hands on my chest and moved up to straddle my hips. She moved her right hand from my chest and, reaching between my legs, pulled my hand away from my cock and replaced it with her own.

"Jackie, what..."

"Fuck me," she snapped, pushing the head of my cock between her pussy lips. The head of my cock was engulfed in heat. Her pussy was wet and very, very hot. She lowered herself in a single swift movement. 

As my cock entered her, the head slid over something hard pressing into the back of her cunt. Once my cock was inside her, she leaned forward and entwined her fingers with mine. 

"Fuck me," she whimpered as she began to move up and down on my cock. "Please, baby. Fuck me."

Questions could wait. My fingers tightened on hers and I began to push up with my hips. With every stroke, I could feel the hard swelling in the back of Jackie's cunt pressing against my cock. I lifted my head, hoping to capture one of her swaying breasts between my lips. Jackie was oblivious. She was biting her bottom lip and her eyes were scrunched closed.

I had never seen her like this. We've been married almost five years. We loved each other. We had a good, maybe even a great, sex life. Our careers were on track and we were starting to wonder if it was time to start a family. Life was as good as I'd ever hoped it would be. This, however, was beyond anything I'd hoped for. 

It was clear Jackie had something in her ass. Besides the sparkles I'd seen earlier, the only explanation for what I was feeling on my cock was that she had something in her ass. I had hinted, after we'd been sleeping together for a while, with all the subtlety a horny twenty-something is capable of when he thinks he might be in love, that ass play might be fun to try. I'd not seen the slightest evidence she was interested, though. During love making, if my finger pushed a little too far into the crack of her ass, her whole body would stiffen. What the fuck was going on here was beyond me. Not that I cared at this point.

Our bodies were flying. Her whole belly rippled when we slammed together. Her hands tightened. All her weight fell onto my arched pelvis. She quivered. A keening wail whistled past her bitten lower lip as I filled my lovely and much-loved wife with cum.

She collapsed atop my chest. She continued to whimper as she began to bite the skin on my chest with small, but sharp, nips. Her hips continued to twitch in circles, my cock moving easily inside her cum-filled pussy. I worked my hands down her back and my fingers probed between her ass cheeks. 

She didn't tense. My fingers brushed over a hard surface. It was faceted, like a diamond, but far too large to be a diamond, at least a diamond we could afford. I knew what it was. I'd seen something like this before, a small metal butt plug capped with a fake jewel. 

I said we had a great sex life but, like most men and probably a lot of women, that doesn't mean I don't watch porn. What kind of porn do people watch? The kind that depicts what they fantasize about. On the occasions I watch porn it tends to involve anal. Duh, right? Watching porn was not something I did behind my wife's back. At times, porn was part of our foreplay. She wasn't opposed to all porn but she hated what she called "gross" porn. She wasn't able to define "gross" but like the Supreme Court she knew "gross" when she saw it. Over the years I've developed a sense of what she finds gross. Numero uno on that list was degrading women. She was not, is not, a believer that sex is degrading but she had a hard time believing any woman would beg to have someone cum on their face. Anal, as long as the woman seemed to really want it and enjoy it, was okay. Okay, I mean, on the screen but not in our bed. 

I knew what a butt plug was but not what it was doing in Jackie's ass.

I worked my fingers around it. She whimpered. I tugged at it. There was slight resistance and then it slipped free. Jackie whimpered and her pussy clenched around my cock. A cock that was declining to stand down, at least for the time being. 

"Put it back," she moaned against my chest. 

I did as she asked, then pulled it free again. When I pushed it back in, she tilted her ass up to accept it, her pussy sliding over my cock.

I began to pop the plug in and out of her ass and she began to tilt her pelvis up and down. She managed to move her pelvis and ass up and down, while at the same time grinding her clit against the bone at the base of my cock. 

I pushed the plug into her ass and left it there this time, pressing and jiggling it with my fingers. Jackie bit my chest hard and, for a second time, her body quivered. She had never cum twice, not like that, not one after another. Neither had I, but it felt like I might. 

I pushed my ass into the mattress and my cock slid out of her cunt, followed by a gush of cum. I wiggled a hand under her belly and began to stroke my cock. The head was pressed into the crack of her ass. I arched my back and the tip of my cock touched the plug that Jackie's ass was still clenched around. A few more jerks and I came. My cum coated the jeweled crown of the plug. I was amazed I had any jizz left but this had truly been a morning of surprises. 

I managed to free my hand from between our bodies. I stroked the cheek of her ass with my fingers, fingers slick with cum and her juices.

I let my hand fall away. Jackie was still nipping at my chest. She was still rubbing against my belly. 

"Rub me, baby. Rub my pussy. Do something. I'm still cumming. It won't stop. God, do something."

I couldn't understand what she was talking about. What did she mean? What was happening?

She pushed herself off me but didn't climb out of bed. She swiveled beside me. What the hell? My cock, valiant as it had been, assumed it was being rotated off the line. Jackie leaned over me and scooped my half-hard cock off my belly and into her mouth.

"Jesus Christ, Jackie. What are you doing?" 

She wasn't a woman who fussed about giving head. Jackie had always been an enthusiastic sucker of my cock but never after we'd been fucking - another first. 

She didn't answer. She swung her leg over my head. I was no more fussy about eating her pussy than she was sucking my dick and we were no strangers to that old stand-by, the 69. Me on top, side by side, her on top, we'd done it all. That wasn't the problem. The problem was I'd never gone down on her after we'd fucked, or to be accurate not after we'd fucked and she had a pussy full of cum. 

Her pussy hovered above my face, a string of cum hanging from the left labia. Her ass crack was shiny and wet. The damn magic jeweled butt plug twinkled at me. Sitting here now, reliving the sight of her well-used pussy in my mind, I understand why some might think, "yech." Before that day I would have likely thought the same. 

But that day, lying there, my beautiful wife licking and sucking our combined juices off my cock, the sight woke a deep lust I never knew lived within me. I felt my cock surge back to life, or so it seemed at the time. Memory is a funny thing, especially memories of fucking, maybe it only twitched. Beats me. What I remember is feeling my cock swell inside her mouth.

I wanted her then, all of her, every bit of her. I lifted my head and sucked her entire cunt into my mouth. I drove my tongue into her. My mouth filled with juices. My nose bumped the hard faceted piece of plastic that topped the slender bell-shaped piece of metal that had turned my wife into a sex goddess. I raked my tongue up her slit and filled my mouth with the product of our love. I sucked and licked and loved. 

I worked my hand between us and started to rub her throbbing clit with my thumb. I forced myself to free my mouth from her cunt and move my tongue to her clit. My thumb rubbed the shaft as I sucked her hard lady cock between my lips. My tongue danced. 

Inside her mouth, I came, or tried to. It felt like an orgasm but I don't think there was anything left in my balls. The sensation spread from the head of my cock to fill my belly and then my chest. My body twitched. My lips clamped down on her clit and I tugged, still lashing it with my tongue.

She screamed. She actually, literally, screamed. It was an incoherent cry. It scared the shit out of me. I was afraid I had, in the delirium of my lust, hurt her. I jerked my mouth away from her pussy.

"Oh fuck, Nick, please God don't stop."

I gobbled her up. She shoved her cunt onto my mouth, the butt plug hitting me in the nose. She began to jerk but this time there were no screams. The jerks morphed into quick jabs of her clit against my tongue and mouth. 

Her body stiffened. She stopped breathing for so long I started to feel frightened again. With a spasm, she jerked her pussy from my mouth. Her breath rushed from her body. As the air escaped, her body settled limply over my body.

She panted against the top of my leg, her jeweled ass twinkling before me.

Jeweled Leash



Author's Notes: Hi! This is my first submission to this site ever! This story is based on Greek Mythology, specifically the story of Hades and Persephone. In case you didn't know, Hades the king of the underworld and the richest of the gods took Persephone against her will to be his wife. My favorite myth! :) Now, I'm not perfect, so please forgive any spelling and grammar errors. Oh, and there won't be any sex in this chapter, but there will be eventually. :)

Chapter One

The maiden happily wandered around the field, picking pretty flowers and shaping them into garlands. Laughing nymphs followed, gossiping and jesting in the sunlight.

"Junko," one of the nymphs said as she approached the maiden, her nude form adorned with lowers and leaves from the tree she lived in. "Your dear mother must be concerned." Her plump and pouty mouth was in an untrustworthy grin. 

Trying not to pay the nymph too much attention, but not wanting to seem rude, the maiden plucked up a tiny yellow bloom and gave a distracted sounding, "Huh?" She shrugged. "Why? Because her former husband was so courtly to me the last time we met?" 

Another nymph blurted out something Junko had been told all her life, yet never believed. "He's your father! He doesn't act like it, though, giving you lecherous looks!"

Junko paused her flower picking quest to sternly stare at that brazen creature of nature. "Mother told me I had no father. She is a goddess; she does not require a man to have a baby." 

The first nymph stuck her tongue out at Junko. "Like a child you always argue this point. Everyone knows the king of the sky is your father."

Flipping some of her waist-length pink wavy hair out of her face, Junko decided to throw her hard earned garlands at the nymph and stomp her dainty dirty foot. "You are so rude! Why do I socialize with you?!"

When Junko stalked away the nymphs called out to her with laziness in their tones; none of them really cared where she went. It was assumed a goddess could care for herself, and the island they lived on was amazingly safe. 

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She really didn't understand why her dear mother, Kazue the harvest and fertility goddess, would tell her one important fact, while everyone else had a completely different version. Someone had to be a liar in this case, but Junko knew her mother would never lie. 

Still fuming about the bewilderment, Junko tried to gather more flowers. It was her goal to think of more pleasant things, to try to return to her normal cheerful self. That's the reason why people liked her; she was perky. At least, that is what Kazue always said. For a moment, as Junko was crouching over a pretty flower that seemed to glitter in the sunlight, she thought she could sense an odd satisfaction from being angry. It almost . . . Hurt in a way that felt good. She wanted to kick someone, but there was a peculiar adrenaline rushing through her. Did emotional masochism truly exist? 

Junko straightened back up to her full height, which was not a very intimidating height. Around five feet tall, most of the gods towered over the girl whom was probably the youngest of the immortals. She stared at her delicately shaped hand and its slender fingers. Her skin was rather pale for a creature that spent almost all of her time outdoors. 

Kazue had told her that on the day she was born, the joyful mother laid Junko in an enchanted crib made of ivory and pearls, decorated with many white flowers. On that day Kazue admired the baby's soft and smooth skin and declared that her child shall never gain a dark tan because she had always wanted a pale daughter. Junko still slept in a bed of ivory and pearls, when she did sleep in her mother's greenhouse of a palace. Usually she slept under a tree of the island's forests. Every living thing there seemed to love her. It was her mother's island; the concept made sense to everyone.

A little thought popped into her head. What sort of things would happen in the future? Things have always been the same. Kazue went off to perform her work or do business with other deities, while Junko remained behind. Traveling other places was rare. Recently the mother and daughter went to the palace in the sky to see the king named Shou. He had requested it, claiming to be curious about Kazue's daughter. It had been a brief and awkward visit. The god really did look at Junko like she was a very tasty fruit, ready to be sliced into pieces and devoured slowly. The maiden had no idea what sort of thoughts she should have about him. 

They had met the sky queen, and she was not friendly. She looked at Junko like she was a piece of feces stuck to her bare foot. Kazue had tried to keep her daughter as far away as possible. It was the strangest thing in the world to Junko. Nobody had ever been so unkind to her. It was frightening. 

Warmth seeped into her bare back. Junko blinked and pulled a red flower up. She looked down at her almost nude body. Perhaps something in her form was displeasing? Junko shrugged, realizing her anger was gone, and the adrenaline was too. She rather missed the feeling.

Her wide blue eyes scanned the grass and flowers, noting some insects and a few small birds. There were so many colors, blue, yellow, pink . . . and black? Quickly she ran to the black thing she had spotted. Never before had she seen a black flower. Junko knelt on the ground to stare at the unconventional thing.

It reminded her of a black rose, but roses typically grew from a bush or something similar, with other buds, and black roses simply did not exist. This flower was held up by little more than a tall single stem rooted to the earth, with no thorns and small pale green leaves. The dark flower was amazingly large, and had a beautiful hint of another color. Junko used a fingertip to trace the thin blood red lines on the edges of the petals. She immediately fell in reasonable admiration with the flower; this particular bloom had delightfully soft petals, like the skin of a baby's foot. Junko had little experience with babies, but she had touched one when she was a child. Her mother had been showing her what these things called mortals were, and the goddesses had been invisible at the time. 

Having no idea what to do with the black and red thing, Junko settled for sitting on her bare backside and regarding the plant with a dreamy smile. Idly her fingers played with the cloth of her only garment, a long white cotton sash wrapped around her midsection, from just below her small breasts to her belly button. This flower was too beautiful to be a simple garland. Once the idea came to her, Junko realized she had dropped what few flowers she had been carrying, and didn't care where they were. Then she thought this flower might work well as an adornment in her sash. She could place a special spell to make it everlasting after she plucked it, and then maneuver it so that it was somewhere in her sash. All the nymphs would be so jealous!

Squealing with delight, Junko reached out to take the rose-like thing. The very second after the flower was officially out of the ground something really amazing, terrifying, and totally unexpected happened. The earth seemed to vibrate, Junko could feel the sensation seep upwards from her backside, up her spine, all the way to her head. She jumped up and looked around her, wanting to find out what this strange vibration was. Was it that thing mortals dealt with, what were they, earthquakes? Her mother had told her that many mortals perished in these things. Junko knew she could never die, but she didn't want to get hurt. 

The young goddess was about to run off for help, but she halted to gawk at the spot she had pulled the flower from. There was a hole, and it slowly grew large enough for an adult tiger to move around in. If there was a bottom to the hole, Junko couldn't see it. Like a curious idiot, she stepped to the edge and peered into the hole. Nothing but darkness greeted her from it. She scratched her scalp with an index finger, and then she examined the dark flower. It sufficiently distracted her to the point where she stuck the long stem into the front of her garment, right below her bosom. 

That girly amusement sealed her fate. 

Cold and hard chains of gold flew up from the hole and wrapped themselves around Junko's slender arms and legs, like cruel vines. Screeching and kicking, the goddess fell into the hole, and saw the brightness fade away until there was nothing else but pitch black space. She knew she was falling, and then her eyes protested to sudden light. The light was mild and a strange red, but it was still light she was not ready for. Soon Junko was falling slower, floating down a round tunnel she had to idea existed until that moment. The red light was moving along the walls, looking like some sort of living liquid that defied gravity. 

She had stopped screaming, her throat burning. The chains were tight, but not painful, and they were sliding along her flesh lightly, almost like they were caressing her. Junko made small gasping breaths, coughed a few times too. She stretched her limbs and flexed her toes. Hoarsely the girl made an attempt at words and found that she could not speak without pain. 

A new light, a brighter version of the former red, came into her vision. Junko pressed her hands into her face, hiding her sensitive eyes, and wept from fear. Then there was darkness again, and she sensed she had stopped floating. Cool firm stone touched her body. She was on some sort of ground. Junko wanted to get up and survey the area, but the unnatural darkness and the silence scared her. Never before had things been so quiet. There were no birds, no squirrels, no buzzing bees, nothing. 

She kept crying behind her hands. It was the only proper action she knew of at that point. She would have cried forever if an unfamiliar voice had not reached her ears.

"You do enjoy crying, don't you?"

The voice was calm, deep, and so very alarming. Junko flinched and pushed her hands against her throat as she stared up at a tall form standing over her. There was some light; it looked like firelight, but there were no typical crackling sounds that fires made. 

Her skin buzzing, Junko managed to pull herself up to her knees, noticing that the gold chains were missing. The fact puzzled her for a few seconds, but she chose not to fret about it.

"Where am I?" Junko gazed up at the person, glad her voice had returned. She sounded and felt terrible, but at least she could speak.

His face was a strong one with a square jaw, and in the dimness his eyes and short hair appeared dark. Junko didn't like his smile. It reminded her of Shou. "You are in my kingdom," was what he told her. 

Junko had met only two immortal kings at that point, Shou the sky god and Umi the ocean god. Naturally she assumed any other kings in the world would be mortals. Uncertain of how to speak with such a creature, Junko gulped down some saliva and made a large fake smile. 

Softly the man inquired, "Are you injured, Junko?"

That struck a confused chord in her. Unashamed, she looked into his eyes and tried to see if she could recognize him, which wasn't likely in her opinion. She had never made herself known to a mortal. Kazue was planning on helping her become the official spring goddess so that mortals may worship her, but that was not meant to happen until Junko was a bit older and more experienced with her magic. 

"How do you know my name?" She tilted her head at him like a puppy hearing a new sound. Did she hear him chuckle?

"Your father told me."

Automatically Junko argued, a bit of ire in her tone, "I have no father! Why does everyone tell me differently?!" Her eyes narrowed in frustration. 

The leather of his gloved hand made creepy stretching noises as the man pulled her by her upper arm. When Junko was standing he released her, but not before he allowed his finger a quick stroke of her flesh. It was so rapid that Junko did not notice it. 

"Thank you, Your Majesty." She tried to grin at him again, then looked around. They were in a peculiar room, was it a throne room? There was a large chair on a silver and gold dais in the center, and it was made of adamant and what looked to be bones . . . humanoid bones, skulls at the armrests, skeletal hands of many adult sizes layered on the legs and around the backrest, other types of bones too. She trembled and retreated, her body meeting a corner.

"Why did you kill all those people?!" That shrill question was the first thing that popped into her head, and unfortunately it came out her mouth before she could reconsider. 

With a mild shrug, the man retorted, "They're the idiots that tried to change nature." He walked over to the throne, his steps soft, like he was barefoot. Junko didn't really know if he was barefoot. A long dark garment was clasped onto one of his broad shoulders with a golden pin encrusted with rubies, and it fell low enough to hide his toes. Whoever this king was, he was rich, and physically strong. His exposed chest and abdomen was sculpted well. 

"Do you have any idea who I am?" he asked her, sitting down on the black cushion on the seat of the chair. Junko really hated how he asked the question. He spoke to her like she was a silly little child that had said something amazingly stupid. 

"No I don't, but I think you do." Junko folded her arms. "I'm the daughter of Kazue, and she will be amazingly concerned once she discovers I'm missing. The last time my mother was upset, the mortals could not harvest their crops for a full month." 

"I really don't care." The king leaned back in his throne, his eyes idly wandering around her body. "If she allows her emotions to control her domain, then is a fool." 

Junko stomped her foot at that, flipping her hair. "My mother is not a fool!" 

He laughed again. "It doesn't matter." He looked at a drop of wax that trickled down from one of the two candelabras that sat on two round tables on either side of his throne. "My name is Nori. Do you recognize me now?"

Clueless, Junko just blinked at him and made a pensive hum. 

"Little girl? Nobody has told you of me?" There was disbelief in his words. "Well . . . I imagine your mother only told you what she assumed you needed to know. You are immortal, and if I had not brought you here, we would have never met."

"You brought me here?" Junko glanced down at the flower in her sash. "Why?"

Nori's answer was to snap his fingers. On the far wall facing the throne, a large circular flat thing appeared. Junko moved to stand beside one of the candelabras and look at it. The object reminded her of a large mirror, only instead of a reflection she saw silver swirling light. Then the image altered itself until Junko saw herself, only a few years ago, when she was only fifteen years old. The younger Junko was climbing a tree, completely nude except for the pale pink fabric wrapped around her legs and thighs. 

Junko stared at the image, shocked that a mortal would have such a device. Kazue had something similar, a magic wooden bowl that when filled with water could show the viewer nearly anything from the present or the past. 

Suddenly the image changed again. A sixteen year old Junko played catch with a blue river sprite, tossing an apple back and forth. Then a seventeen year old Junko ate breakfast with her mother, enjoying beans, wheat, pears, and pomegranate seeds. Pomegranate seeds were her favorite food. Finally the mirror-like thing reverted back to its silvery state. 

The device shimmered as it disappeared into the wall, as if it was being absorbed. Junko gave Nori a politely interested expression, naiveté obvious in her eyes. "Why do you have something like that? I was told only immortals have such things."

"I am immortal."

Junko's lips parted a bit, but then her mind quickly digested the information, and she nodded her head. "I didn't know that. That's interesting. You're a king too? King of what, where are we?" 

He didn't even have the courtesy to look at her, just stared at the wall. "The underworld."

Leaning in and putting her hand on the backrest of the throne, Junko said to him, "Where's that?" 

"A plane of existence with entrances and exits that lie underground. This is the place the souls of mortals go to when their bodies die."

This was new information. Junko didn't know mortals went anywhere when they died, never really thought about it. "That's just lovely. I like that mortals have a place to go. Soooo . . . Um?" She tried to think of something persuasive to say. "So just take me back home."

Nori stood then. He twisted his torso to reach for her wrist and without speech he yanked her to him. The nearby candelabra fell off the table and landed on the dais, but the flames somehow snuffed themselves out as soon as the candelabra landed.

Reasonably afraid, Junko yelped as the action took place, and tried to pull herself away in a fruitless attempt. Nori spoke to her in a victorious voice, like he had won a rare prize. "I asked your father for the right to take you as my wife, and he agreed. Actually, I don't think he really cared about what happened to you, but that doesn't matter anymore. You're mine now." 

For a complete minute she just looked at him, mouth agape. She blinked multiple times. She wasn't exactly sure when she started talking, but she knew to her own ears her words seemed pinched. "I have no father and my mother would never let me be a wife to anyone. She tells me I'm not mature enough."

He rolled his eyes. "You are little more than a child. That's true. I still have many purposes for you." Nori gave her wrist a territorial squeeze. "You will be shown to your new bedchamber."

Right after he said that two young looking women with stark white skin and lower lips as red as blood entered via a tall doorway; their glossy black hair was arranged into whimsical lobes with hairpins of silver and onyx stone. Humbly they both bowed to Nori and then to Junko's irritation they bowed to her. She didn't like how their narrow eyes shone like little balls of flame. She did mentally admit their demure black robes were elegant. 

"We will dress you Your Majesty," one of the women said.

"There are many garments and jewels for your pleasure, Your Majesty," said the other. 

Junko backed up a little; it was a pretty useless action. The two women glided over to her like ghosts, one on each side of the goddess, and took her arms in their tight and manicured fingers. Their hands were so frigid and so strong Junko was forced to walk where they walked. In earnest she protested, kicking and screaming like a child in a tantrum. She was still taken down a hallway she really wanted to avoid.



Jewell Can't Resist



Thanks to everyone who sent me some comments. I'm new to erotic fiction, and hope to improve my writing.

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Jewell’s last massage with her masseur, Brian, had left her hot and bothered. Although she had known Brian for several years, he had been nothing but professional with her until her last massage when he took a few more “liberties,” teasing Jewell right to the brink of orgasm, but ending it before she could cum. After he had left, she resorted to pulling out her vibrator and stuffing it in her pussy until she came thinking about his hands all over her body.

Jewell was a relatively young 23 years old and had looks to kill. She hadn’t been a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but her last boyfriend had really opened some doors for her sexually. Even though he was gone now, she still thought about the crazy things they used to do, and she got really wet thinking about how much he would enjoy hearing about her last massage.

She got really wet anticipating her next massage, and despite trying not to succumb to the impulse, she couldn’t resist calling up Brian a few weeks later to schedule a follow-up massage. Jewell thought of ways to try to seduce Brian, or at least let him know that she was open to more teasing. She decided to wear a tight, white lycra tank top and loose fitting boxers to answer the door.

Brian appeared promptly at her apartment with his table in hand, and greeted Jewell with the customary hug and kiss. Brian was clad in a tight fitting t-shirt and khaki pants. Jewell’s pussy got wet thinking about his hands touching her nude body.

“How are you feeling today?” he asked?

“Shoulders are tight as usual,” she casually replied. “Do you think you can stretch me a little before we start?”

“Sure, no problem,” Brian answered confidently. He worked out regularly with a trainer, and as such, knew a lot of different stretches.

Brian set up his table, and Jewell lay on her back so that he could stretch her legs. He started by putting a hand on her right thigh and bending her knee back towards her chest. As he did so, Jewell noticed that the leg of her boxers had opened up quite a bit. Brian would be able to see that she hadn’t worn any panties if he looked. The thought of him peaking at her bald pussy made her clit swell. As her knee moved closer to her chest, his hand brushed against her already stiff nipple, and she quietly gasped.

Brian moved to her other leg with the same stretch, and then had her spread her legs open while bending her knees to stretch her inner thighs. Her pussy was on display through the opening of her shorts, and she was dying to open her eyes to see if his cock was hard, but she didn’t dare.

“That feels really good Brian,” she tried to say calmly, but her mind was already drifting to the impending massage.

Brian finished up with the stretching and told her to disrobe while he washed his hands. She lifted her tank top over her hand and quietly massaged her hard nipples between her fingers for a few moments. The massage hadn’t even begun yet, but she was ready to cum. She dropped her shorts to the ground and lay face down on the table.

She chuckled at the towel that Brian had left for her to cover herself. It was nothing more than a face towel and it barely covered her ass.

Brian emerged from the bathroom and saw Jewell lying on the table. “Brian, either I’m growing, or your towels are getting smaller.”

“Oh, er, today is a laundry day. Sorry, we can use one of your towels if you’d be more comfortable,” he tried to recover.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” she said with a tone of innuendo referring to her last massage where she was completely naked before him.

Brian started with her shoulders. He was a master at finding her spots, and with just enough oil, Jewell started to feel all the knots melt away. He slowly moved down her spine to her lower back, where he rubbed small circles right above her ass. She loved the sensation of his firm palm pushing against her lower back. She could feel her clit grind against the table, and she could feel her pussy juices staining the sheet beneath her.

Brian moved to her feet, and like last time, he spread her legs. Jewell didn’t resist, and in fact, she spread her legs even more so that they were barely hanging on the table. With such a small towel, she was positive that her glistening pussy was on display for Brian.

He moved methodically up her calf, and onto her hamstrings and inner thighs. Her pussy grew even wetter with anticipation as he pushed the towel to one side and began to massage her glutes. With each circle he made, she pushed up slightly against his hand, beckoning him to keep rubbing her. When he moved to her other ass cheek, he simply discarded the towel altogether. She was naked in front of him once again.

With both hands, he rubbed both her ass cheeks simultaneously, pulling her puckering asshole apart gently. Jewell had always enjoyed the sensation, and her ex-boyfriend had spent many hours just massaging her asshole for her.

Brian stopped momentarily, and Jewell wondered if it was time to turn over. Instead, she felt oil being drizzled at the top of her ass crack, and then she felt it slowly dripping down over her asshole and down to her pussy.

“Everything ok,” asked Brian.

“It feels great. I’m totally in your hands,” she said coyly.

“You seem to have a lot of tension in your glutes today, so I’m going to spend some extra time if you don’t mind. I promise I won’t cheat you out of your front side.”

“Sounds good to me,” she whispered back.

Brian continued to rub her glutes, and with each passing minute, he moved closer and closer to her asshole. Jewell gently lifted her pelvis off the table to push her ass into the air as he rubbed her. Not so high as to be blatantly obvious, but high enough to give him a signal that she was enjoying it.

Brian was enjoying the spectacle. He had always found Jewell incredibly attractive and had wanted to pleasure her, but he was shy and always felt a sense of professionalism around Jewell. But seeing her naked for a second time practically writhing on the table made him think naughty thoughts.

With his left hand rubbing her left glute, Brian took his right index finger and lightly traced a circle from the center of her right glute expanding outward. His finger made its way to the top of her ass crack, and he slowly brushed it down towards her anus, avoiding it the first few times, but eventually brushing against it to test her.

Jewell gasped audibly as his finger brushed her asshole. She wanted him to do it again, and he didn’t disappoint. His hand nearly trembling, he slowly moved his finger up and down her ass crack, increasing the pressure against her asshole on each pass. Jewell followed in suit by pressing her pelvis against his finger. Her pussy was sopping.

“You’ve got a lot of tension here, Jewell. I’ll need to work it out for you.”

Jewell could barely respond, “yes, please…” was all she could manage.

Brian centered his movement right on her asshole. His oily fingered combined with her juices made it easy for him to rub tiny circles on her asshole. Brian became intent on making her cum while she lay on her tummy. With his other hand, he lightly brushed her pussy. It didn’t take much effort for his finger to slide between her puffy lips.

She lifted her hips off the table slightly, and Brian reach under her to massage her clitty.

“Ungh…” she moaned as he teased her pussy and asshole at he same time. Brian continued to rub her clitty with his finger, and stuck his thumb inside of her wet pussy, slowly pumping it in and out.

Jewell was in heaven as her masseur finger fucked her. She felt so close to cumming, when she felt Brian’s finger slide inside of her asshole. It was so unexpected, but it felt so good. She couldn’t contain herself any longer, and as he pumped his finger in her asshole, she began to cum so hard that she couldn’t suppress her screams of pleasure.

“Oh God, Brian. Yes, yes!” she screamed as she pushed her hips against his fingers.

As her orgasm subsided, she reached under her body and held his hand against his pussy, not wanting him to pull his fingers out just yet. She lay there in silence for a few minutes as waves of pleasure subsided inside of her.

The hum of her air conditioner was broken by Brian’s voice.

“It’s time to turn over please,” he said.

Jewell felt slightly embarrassed at what had transpired, but at the same time, she felt wonderful, and she was very comfortable around Brian. He had that affect on her.

She turned onto her back, groggy. She felt no need to cover up her naked body, and Brian didn’t even offer. Her smooth body glistened with sweat.

Brian washed his hands and returned by running his fingers through her hair. She felt shivers run down her spine as his fingers gently tugged on her long blonde hair. Brian rubbed his two hands together to warm them, and then pressed them against her lower abdomen before slowly rubbing his hands in circles against her tummy.

Brian was determined to make Jewell cum again for him. Without wasting any time, his hands started to wander to her breasts, slowly outlining the curvature of her 36Ds. Her nipples were still stiff and he brushed his fingers against them causing Jewell’s heart rate to increase once again.

His strong fingers began to rub her nipples, and he massaged them until they were hard as pencil erasers in his hands. With one hand continuing to massage her tits, he moved his other hand between her legs. Her pussy was completely bare to Brian’s delight.

He pressed two fingers against her clitty and started to rub it up and down. She instinctively opened her legs for him again, and thought of how her ex-boyfriend would get her off in the same way. Brian slid his fingers from her clitty down to her pussy, and all the way to her asshole – up and down, teasing her like a little sex slave.

Her breasts were heaving up and down, and she moved her hands towards the edge of massage table hoping to brush against his cock. She was afraid to open her eyes again, but decided to take the chance, and wasn’t disappointed when she saw the outline of his straining cock and the pre-cum stain that had made its way through his khaki shorts.

Brian saw her eyeing him, and he decided to raise the ante by lowering his head to her distended nipple and beginning to lick it as he stuffed his fingers inside her cunt. Jewell was overcome with sexual electricity as he began to suck on her nipple like a baby drawing milk from his mother.

Frantically, she reached out for his cock. Her hand fumbled for the zipper, and she slid her hands inside Brian’s shorts to find that he hadn’t worn any underwear. As he continued to rub her wet pussy, she fumbled around until his pants dropped to the floor. With her hand around his pre-cum stained cock, she pulled him towards her face and turned her head to the side.

Brian shifted his weight and was rewarded by the feeling of Jewell’s warm lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. He pressed his pelvis into her face and started to fuck her mouth as he shoved another finger inside of her.

Brian couldn’t control himself. His breathing was erratic and cock stiffened as he watched Jewell take his dick in her mouth. He felt his balls tighten, and frantically pumped his fingers inside of her.

“Oh God!” he yelled as ribbons of cum shot into the back of her throat. The hot liquid drew her over the edge and Jewell’s body started to tremble uncontrollably as an orgasm surged over her body. She sucked Brian’s dick and swallowed all his cum like a good girl as her second orgasm subsided.

Brian collapsed on top of Jewell, dripping sweat and smelling of sex. They lay their quietly for several minutes until Jewell started to rub her hand lightly over Brian’s back.

Brian didn’t want to move, but he recomposed himself, and stood up.

“Uh…I’m sorry, Jewell. I got out of hand, and…”

Jewell cut him off, “Brian, you don’t have to say a word. That felt really good. I’m glad you came over today.”

Jewell sat up and gave Brian a peck on the cheek. “I don’t think this will be a regular appointment for us,” she said, “Maybe just once in a while…”

Brian nodded in acknowledgement. He knew that Jewell had a boyfriend. He packed up his table as Jewell watched him from her bed. As she reached to hand him his fee, he smiled at her. “Please, that was on the house,” he said with a grin.

He leaned over to kiss her on the forehead, and made his way to the door.

Jewell watched him leave from her window, and thought that maybe in the future, she could go for a guy like Brian. But for now, he would remain her masseur.



Jewell Gets a Massage



Everything had changed so suddenly. Jewell had been immersed in a wonderful relationship when her boyfriend got up and left her. To top things off, things weren’t going so well at work, and she felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. But things had slowly improved. She had met a new guy whom she really liked, and found a new job, and it looked like things were on the upswing.

With her last day of work at her old job behind her, Jewell had some time to relax and catch up on some sleep. Dressed in a tiny white tank top that showed off her prominent nipples, and a thong, Jewell was flipping through channels on the TV while subconsciously rubbing her shoulder. “Jeez. I guess I had a lot of stress,” she said trying to rub out a knot that had become noticeable more prominent in the past few days.

It was then that she remembered she hadn’t had a massage in a while. When she was with her old boyfriend, he introduced her to a masseur named Brian. Of all the various masseurs and masseuses she had had in her life, Brian was her favorite. He had a knack for finding all her sore spots without even telling him, and he effortlessly was able to relax her. Of course, the fact that he was easy on the eyes was a bonus. Brian was a lanky asian man in his late 20s, and although she had never really been attracted to an asian man before, she found that over time, his chiseled body and smooth skin was the perfect combination in a masseuse.

“Hi Brian, it’s Jewell!” she called.

“Jewell! It’s been a while. What are you up to?”

“Well, lots of change going on in my life right now, but I could really use a massage. Do you have any time today to come over?”

“I’m free at 2pm, shall we make it a date?”

“That sounds perfect. I’ll see you then.”

Jewell rolled out of bed, stripping off what little clothes she had on as she made her way to the bathroom. As she passed by her kitchen window, she saw her neighbor get a quick eye full of her nude body. Jewell had a little exhibitionist side to her – she wasn’t one to go flashing boys at Mardi Gras, but she did like to tease people now and then.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her 36D breasts seemed to defy gravity, and her ex-boyfriend used to call them perfect. She thought about how he used to climb on top of her and suckle on her nipples like a baby, she began to get wet. She liked the feeling of being sexual. She liked thinking about how hard her nipples would get, and how he often made her go out without a bra. It made her feel sexy.

Jewell jumped in the shower and made sure to clean all her 2000 parts in anticipation of Brian coming over. A few hours later, the door bell rang.

Jewell opened the door. “Brian!” she yelled and gave him a big hug. It looked like he had put on some muscle since the last time she saw him a few months earlier, and his skin had the golden brown of summer.

“You look great,” Brian said giving her a big hug back. Jewell had put her white tank top back on, and her nipples were already stiff with anticipation. “But you should definitely call me more often,” he said as he lifted his massage table into her apartment. Her studio was relatively large, and he set up his table in a space next to her bed. He lay out a sheet to cover the table, adjusted the face cradle, and then set aside a large, but thin white towel that would be used to cover her.

“Alright. I’m gonna use the bathroom. You get comfortable and we’ll start face down.”

Brian had been nothing but professional in the past while giving her a massage. But she liked the sensation of foreign hands touching her bare skin, and she liked imaging that something else would happen. She pulled her shirts and shorts off, and lay on the table. The towel, if you can call it that, was transluscent, almost like cheese cloth. She chuckled when she remembered her first massage when she was covered by a very large sheet with a heavy towel on top of that. It seemed that the more comfortable they had gotten with one another, the less material Brian used to cover her.

Brian returned to the room to find Jewell lying face down. She was covered from her back to midway between her thighs, but he could see the outline of all her curves under the thin material.

He started working on her neck, and Jewell began to tell him about everything that had transpired in the past few month: the boyfriend that left her, the trouble at work, the weeks of sorrow and tears, and then meeting a new guy and getting a new job. “I don’t know what your ex was thinking Jewell. He was retarded for ever giving you up.”

“Yeah. We had some good times, but he needed some space to figure things out, and my new boyfriend was a good antidote to getting happy again,” she explained as he worked his way down her back.

Brian used just the right amount of oil as always. Just enough to allow his fingers to slide back and forth against her skin, but not enough to become messy. Jewell was in heaven. She drifted in and out of sleep with the delicate touch of Brian’s hand, but as he moved closer to her butt, she started to get excited.

Brian worked her lower back, then pulled back the towel to right below her butt. His strong hands started to knead her glutes, and she could feel him pressing her pussy into the table. Jewell started to get excited. She could feel the wetness starting to form between her legs.

“Is everything ok,” asked Brian.

“Wonderful…Keep going,” she said, not try to sound too overtly sexual.

To her disappointment, Brian stopped rubbing her butt, and instead moved down to her feet. As he lifted up her left leg to rub her sole, she felt him pull her legs apart a little. She wondered if he could see up the towel. As he moved to her other foot, he again spread her legs a little more. Jewell could feel a draft come up her leg, and felt her pussy juices start to wet the sheet beneath her.

Brian moved up her legs slowly and methodically, rubbing her tired muscles. As he moved up to her hamstrings, he pushed the towel up farther and farther and rubbed his fingers up and down the back of her legs. He moved from leg to leg, going higher with each passing minute.

Jewell was really turned on. Brian finally pushed the towel into a little clump above her butt. She was completely exposed to him. She spread her legs a little wider as he moved back to massaging her ass. His thumbs moved from the outside ever closer to her little asshole, but never touched it. The circular motions opened and closed her little asshole, and as he pushed down against her ass, she could feel electric shivers running up her pussy. She thought she was close to cumming.

“Jewell, it’s time to turn over, little baby.” Wet with anticipation, but disappointed that she didn’t get off, Jewell turned over as Brian held up the towel once again to cover her. She didn’t really want Brian to get her off, she thought to herself. The teasing was much more fun than feeling uncomfortable afterwards if she really did get off.

“Oh well,” she thought to herself as she settled on her back.

Brian started by massaging her face and scalp. He would run his fingers through her hair, and gently tugged on it. She loved the sensation it gave her. As he moved down to her shoulders, Brian once again started to push the thin towel down her body. Her nipples were stiff, and she was sure that Brian could see the darkness of her auerolas.

Without asking, Brian pushed the towel beneath her breasts. Jewell gasped as he traced circles with his fingertips around her breasts, getting smaller and smaller with each revolution. She anticipated his fingers touching her nipples and got wetter thinking about it. She wanted to open her eyes to watch him, but she was too embarrassed.

But alas, his fingers traced a final circle around her erect nipples without actually touching it, and he started to move to her stomach. But he didn’t bother to cover her up again to Jewell’s delight. She got off by knowing that another man was watching her.

As Brian started rubbing her tummy, she felt him lean against her arm. His cock was rock hard as it brushed against her skin. She was dying to look. Dying to see if there was a little precum stain on his khaki pants. But she didn’t.

Brian made circles again on her stomach starting with tiny circles near her bellybutton, but getting increasingly larger. In the past, Brian would look for the top of her pubic hair as the boundary for rubbing Jewell, but unbeknownst to him, Jewell had just waxed herself bald. Brian kept pushing the towel down only to find that he was nearly in contact with her clitoris.

“Is everything ok?” he asked gingerly.

“It feels great, Brian,” she said opening her eyes to see his hard cock pressing against his pants, and his hands nearly on her pussy.

As she closed her eyes again, Brian pushed the towel between her legs. She was completely exposed now, and he rubbed his fingers on her upper thigh. Her pussy was sopping.

Brian took his left hand and put his index finger and middle finger on each side of her pussy lips to spread them open. Then, with his right hand, he started rubbing small circles right above her clitoris. Without actually touching her, he was sending waves of pleasure throughout her.

Jewell felt so sexual lying there naked while her masseur teased her mercilessly. She thought that she could cum this way, and all the thoughts of being embarrassed or uncomfortable seemed to be a faded memory.

But as she approached a climax, Brian stopped, and covered her up again with the towel.

He placed his hands on her stomach and just rested them there, as if giving positive energy to her, and taking away the negative. She was incredibly frustrated sexually, but she felt so alive. Her body was buzzing.

“Sorry our time is up, Jewell. But maybe we can schedule another time in the near future.” As he headed out the door, he gave Jewell a big hug and a kiss on the forehead. And as he turned to walk away, he gave her a knowing wink.

Jewell really liked Brian. He was a good soul. He was so mysteriously sexy, and although she was perfectly content in her relationship, she liked thinking about him sometimes.

Fully relaxed, Jewell lay down on her bed naked. Her smooth body still glistened with oil, as she picked up her favorite jackrabbit vibrator and pressed it against her engorged clitoris. She was still leaking pussy juice, as she slid the length of the vibrator inside of her and started pumping it in and out of her pussy.

As she was close to her climax, she reached down to the side of her bed to grab her little digital camera. She remembered Brian previously saying what a voyeur he was. She thought that maybe she would take a few pictures for him as a small token of her appreciation. She had a feeling that he would put them to good use.

A minute later, she trembled as the wave of orgasm rushed over her body. She imagined Brian touching her, rubbing her clitty, sliding his fingers inside of her. After the sensation subsided, she lay quietly on her bed and dozed off, knowing that her boyfriend would find her later waiting for him…



Jewell Goes to a Bar



Jewell had had a long first week of work. Her new job was much more intense than the old, and in the first week, she had managed to log 70 hours. By the time Friday rolled around, she was ready for a drink, so she gave Brian a call.

Clad in a gray pantsuit that her ex-boyfriend had bought her, she met up with Brian in the dark confines of the Red Bench Bar. Brian showed up in a well-tailored suit, unusual for his line of massage work.

“Well, well, well Brian. What occasion warranted the suit?” Jewell inquired.

“I thought I’d dress up for you for a change. Got tired of the t-shirt and cargo pants, and I thought I’d try to make a good impression.” He answered, “and you look pretty fucking hot in that suit.”

“Meow,” she cooed.

They stepped up to the bar, and Jewell ordered some wine while Brian grabbed a beer. Jewell spent the first two glasses of wine debriefing Brian on her hellacious first week, and describing all the new people that she ran into at work. As expected, a cadre of men had tried in vain to hit on Jewell, but she made it clear that she wasn’t available.

“There was this one cute guy, though…I was tempted,” she recalled.

“You’re a naughty girl, Jewell. I thought your swinging days were over,” he teased.

“Right…I seem to recall some pretty swinging times with you recently,” she said with an edge. “Plus whatever. I’m 23. I’m gonna have some fun. I’m not going to do anything stupid, I just like to flirt a little. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing.”

“Exactly,” she said as she gave Brian a little peck on the cheek.

“I bet they like you in that suit, huh?”

“Oh yeah. Especially with this tight top I have under the suit jacket. I caught a lot of guys trying to get a peak. I wore a thin bra today too, so my nipples were hard the whole time, but the jacket covered it up,” she replied.

“And now?”

“And now what?” Jewell answered innocently.

“Are your nipples hard?” asked Brian.

“I dunno…” she teased.

“It’s after 5pm Jewell. I think you should relax and take the jacket off,” Brian said as he reached forward to unbutton her jacket.

Jewell watched as his nimble fingers undid the button of her coat. She thought of Brian’s fingers pinching her nipples and the thought got her wet. As Brian helped Jewell out of her suit jacket, she realized how stiff her nipples were. The low candlelight in the bar accentuated the shadows cast by her nipples.

The bartender glanced over and couldn’t avoid looking at her perfect tits.

“Looks like you have a fan,” Brian joked.

Jewell liked the attention. She also liked that Brian was perverted enough to encourage her to a point. She felt comfortable with Brian. She felt sexy around Brian.

As Jewell set down her 3rd glass of wine on the bar, Brian moved closer and put his arm around her waist.

“What kind of panties are you wearing?” he whispered into her ear?

“A black thong,” she answered.

“Show it to me,” he directed.

With the hand closest to the bar, she tugged out the waistband of her string thong as he felt the hardness of Brian’s cock against her leg.

“No, put it in my hand.”

Jewell got so wet when Brian gave her directions. Without another word, she went to the restroom to remove her panties. They were wet with pussy juice as she bundled them up in her fist and headed back to the bar. As Brian opened his palm, she set the panties in his hand, and was surprised when he set them on the bar. She was sure the bartender would notice, but perhaps that was Brian’s intention.

With a happy buzz from the wine, Jewell didn’t care. She could only think of Brian’s hands on her body, fingering her pussy and massaging her tight asshole. She thought of asking Brian to just massage her asshole for her. Brian moved closer to Jewell again.

“You look really good tonight. I don’t know why we don’t hang out more often,” he said. Before she could answer, Jewell felt a tugging at her pants. She realized that Brian was unzipping her, and she could feel his lithe fingers rubbing tiny circles right above her bald pussy.

The bar was dark, but not necessarily dark enough that an astute observer wouldn’t notice the boy with his hands in her pants. The thought made her even hotter.

“You’re a good sport, Jewell,” complimented Brian. “You like being naughty in public don’t you?”

“Uh huh.” She whispered as she closed her eyes.

Brian put his left arm around Jewell’s waist and stuck his finger in her back belt loop. With his right hand, he undid the button of her pants to give himself more access to her pussy. Jewell gasped as she felt the cool air of the room over her exposed lower belly.

Brian took another sip of his beer, and then lowered the bottle beneath the bar. Jewell opened her eyes to watch herself in the mirror as she felt the coldness of the bottle against her tummy. Brian slowly dragged the neck of the bottle lower down her stomach, controlling the height of her pants by using his left arm.

As Brian moved the neck of the bottle against her pussy, Jewell shifted her weight and spread her legs a little wider.

“Have you ever been fucked by a bottle in the middle of a bar?” he whispered as he pushed the bottle against her slick pussy lips.

“No, baby….” She barely was able to respond.

Brian slid the tip of the bottle up and down against her pussy lips. She liked the sensation of glass against her engorged clit, and although she wasn’t certain she could cum in that position, she was wet thinking about the events that were unfolding before her.

Brian angled the bottle just so, and applied enough pressure to slip the head of the bottle into Jewell’s wet pussy. The expression on her face told the bartender that something was up, and he made his way in front of Jewell.

“Can I get you anything more to drink?” the bartender asked.

“Uh, uh, we’ll have another round,” she answered, as she felt Brian push the bottle deeper inside of her.

“When he comes back, I want you to rub your nipples in front of him,” Brian directed.

Jewell’s legs started to tremble. As the bartender made his way back, she lifted one arm in front of her breasts almost as if to hide them, but instead she started to massage a nipple. The bartender stood to watch momentarily.

“Here are your drinks,” he said as he pushed them towards Jewell. The bartender grasped her wine glass so that his fingers were all the way around the front of the glass. As he pushed the drink towards her, his fingers pressed up against her other nipple. He started to make small talk while his fingers gently rubbed her nipples.

Brian pressed the bottle slowly, but decisively inside of Jewell’s cunt. Her legs started to shake as the bartender released the glass and instead started to rub her nipples between his fingers.

“I want you to cum for me, Jewell,” Brian whispered in her ear. “Do you want to show me?”

“Yes…ungh,” she replied. Jewell couldn’t hold it any longer. Being pleasured in a public place made her hot, and the stimulation of the bottle and her nipples was too much. She felt her pussy juice running down her leg as she started to cum.

Jewell tried to restrain her moan of pleasure, but couldn’t help herself. Fortunately, the music was loud enough that only the nearest patrons heard her. As Brian pushed the bottle up her cunt as far as it could go, she felt her whole body shudder. The bartender squeezed and pulled on her nipples at the same time heightening the sensation.

She slowly opened her eyes to find a few of the patrons giving her a round of applause.

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” said Brian as he winked to her.

Jewell zipped up her pants, left a big tip for the bartender and grabbed Brian by the arm as they trotted out the door. 



Jewell Goes to the Movies



Jewell’s recent encounters with Brian reminded her of how much she enjoyed his company. So when he called her to chat, she invited him out to go watch a movie while her boyfriend was away on business.

A bottle of wine and 2 beers later, the pair was blitzed. Their conversation had started to get raunchy having played a few rounds of “I Never” to pass the time before the movie started. Jewell had admitted to masturbating frequently and furiously with her favorite vibrator while thinking of Brian massaging her, and Brian admitted that he had jacked off in his car after the massage.

Clearly intoxicated, the pair made their way to the movies and purchased tickets for “Once Upon a Time in Mexico.” The theater was relatively empty, and in their drunken state, Jewell and Brian took seats near the back , dead center, hoping to not annoy anyone with their planned running commentary throughout the movie. But the theater filled up with a few more people, and the two were disappointed to see that a few guys had sat behind them, and a couple sat in front of them.

As the film started to play, it became painfully obvious what a cinematic flop they were witnessing. Fortunately, Brian had brought a flask of Malibu rum which he generously added to the jumbo coke they were sharing to liven up the situation. Jewell was amused. “I always like to be prepared,” he winked.

Upon putting down the drink in the cup holder between them, Brian glanced over to see that Jewell’s nipples were poking through the thin material of her lycra shirt. He felt his cock start to get hard. The alcohol was clearly having an effect on his libido.

Jewell was already frisky from their flirting at the bar when Brian leaned over and whispered in her ear, “What color are your panties?”

Jewell felt herself blush, but she decided to play along. “Lime green, and sheer,” she had worn a favorite pair of Calvin Kleins that she had received from her ex. Emboldened by the alcohol, she said, “Wanna see?” as she tugged up her skirt a little so that the bottoms of her thong peaked out from under, ever so cautious of the guys sitting behind her.

Brian felt his dick getting hard in his khaki pants. “No, I want you to take them off.”

Jewell gulped. She hadn’t expected Brian to be so forward, but her pussy was already wet with excitement. “Ok, save my seat. I’ll go to the bathroom.”

“No, take them off here,” Brian said firmly.

Jewell looked around nervously. She looked at the couple in front of them, and couldn’t see anything but the back of their heads. She surmised that the boys sitting behind her wouldn’t be able to see anything either. She quietly hiked up her skirt a little higher, grabbed the thin waistband, and slowly let them drop around her ankles. Jewell pulled her skirt down again, and looked Brian straight in the eyes and said, “Like that?”

Brian was beside himself. Even though he had seen Jewell naked before, it had always been in the context of a massage. He was a naughty boy, though, and liked seeing how far he could push the situation, and it certainly seemed that Jewell was enjoying every minute of it.

He reached over and started to lightly stroke Jewell’s thigh, pushing her skirt higher and higher with each pass. After a minute, he could see her bald pussy glistening under the dim light of the theater.

“That’s nice, Jewell. Are you wet?” he asked even though he knew the answer.

“I’m not sure…” she responded coyly. “Maybe you need to check for me,” she said as she spread her legs out a little more, which had the effect of hiking her skirt up even higher. By now, their movement had attracted the attention of the boys behind them, but they were more annoyed not having seen what was really transpiring in the row in front of them.

“Pull your skirt up around your hips,” directed Brian. Jewell complied. She felt the material of the seat against her ass, and got nervous wondering if anyone in the theater was noticing their antics. Her bald pussy was on display for anyone that happened to glance in their row. She got a rush when she thought about the boys taking a peak at her from behind, and she could feel her pussy juices starting to seep onto the seat beneath her.

Brian took a drink from the coke, placed it back in the cup holder, and then draped his arm across the arm rest into Jewell’s lap. Without taking his eyes off the movie screen, he moved his hands up her thigh, until his finger made its way between her pussy lips. She was wet. Very wet.

Jewell let out a small moan when Brian’s finger contacted her pussy. She felt very sexy because Brian made her feel that way with all his deviant antics. She slumped into her seat slightly to give Brian more access to her wet cunt.

Brian took the liberty of stroking his finger from her clitty, down between her pussy lips, and all the way to her asshole. He knew from previous massages how much she enjoyed having her asshole teased too.

Jewell folded her arms in front of her and began to gently massage her nipples through her shirt while Brian pleasured her below. She liked the thought of trying to suppress the sounds of her orgasm with strangers just a few feet behind her, and the mere thought of this almost pushed her to the edge.

The mood was interrupted by the sound of loud explosions from the movie. Brian stopped, and Jewell looked up at him with a frown on her face. “Please don’t stop,” she mouthed. Brian gave her a grin as he reached into the front pocket of his bag and hid something in the palm of his hand. Jewell was perplexed, but didn’t bother to question him when he returned his hand back to her pussy amidst all the noise.

Suddenly she felt a vibration against her pussy. Brian whispered into her ear, “How does that feel,” barely audible over the explosions. Unbeknown to Jewell, Brian had brought a pocket rocket in his bag hoping to have an opportunity to use it on her. With his thumb and index finger carefully guiding the tiny vibrator against her clit, he was able to use his other fingers to reach down and tease her asshole simultaneously. Jewell felt her legs start to tremble.

Throwing caution into the wind, she pulled her tank top over the tops of her tits so she could pinch her bare nipples. This motion caught the attention of the boys behind her who leaned forward a little to see what was happening in front of them.

“Dude! That chick is totally getting off,” one of the boys whispered to his friends. Jewell could hear the voices, but didn’t care since she was over the edge. Without any shame, the boys leaned forward to watch her. “Holy shit. Her pussy is totally shaved!”

One of the boys reached his hands between the seats, and grabbed a hold of her breast and started to rub them for her. The other boys followed suit, grabbing her titties and tugging on her turgid nipples. Jewell couldn’t take it any longer. The thought of Brian ordering her to remove her panties and then getting her off with a vibrator in the middle of the theater combined with three guys felt her up drove her over the edge. She started to cum and didn’t bother trying to keep quiet.

“Yes, Ungh!” She twisted in her seat as one of the guys pinched her nipples and Brian dipped the tip of her finger into her asshole. She came all over the seat, leaving a large wet spot. The boys politely and surprisingly pulled back as she straightened her disheveled clothing. Slightly embarrassed, but sexually gratified, she stood up, grabbed Brian’s hand and marched out of the theater before the final credits even began to roll.

As they strolled over to the subway, Jewell grabbed Brian’s hand in hers. “You’re a pervert,” she chided.

“You like that about me!” he said incredulously.

“Yes. Yes, I do,” she said with a peck on his cheek as they disappeared into the subway. 



Jewell Pulls a Muscle



The pain was sharp and sudden. Jewell had been working out by stepping up and down on a bench with a 20 lbs bar when she felt her hamstring give way. She almost fell flat on her back except for the quick reflexes of a weightlifter next to her, who caught her.

“You ok?” he asked as he lifted her into his arms.

“I dunno. I think I might have pulled my hamstring,” she replied.

Clad in right-blue spandex tights with the requisite Adidas logo and a tight white Adidas top, Jewell had caught the eye of most of the people in the gym. It wasn’t so surprising that the fellow had caught her since he was staring at her ass while she worked out. But nevertheless, he was kind enough to lift her to the front desk where they gave her some ice.

As she contemplated how she was going to get home that day, she decided to see if Brian was around since he lived in the neighborhood.

“Hello?” said Brian as he picked up the phone.

“Hey Brian, it’s Jewell. I think I just pulled my hamstring at the gym. I was wondering if you could do me a favor and try to work it out for me before I go home…” she asked unsure if she was asking too big a favor.

“Sure. Let me throw on some clothes and I’ll come get you. See you in a bit,” he said before hanging up the phone to get ready.

The trainers at the gym came by to check on Jewell as they usually did, while taking another glance at her nipples which seemed to perpetually poke through her top. After a few minutes of chit-chatting, Brian showed up.

“Well, well. Jewell with a sports injury. I can hardly believe my eyes,” he said sarcastically.

“Ha ha, Brian. I work out, Brian. Maybe not as often as you, but I do work out. Come on, help me up.”

With her arm around Brian, and his arm around her waist, the pair limped to Brian’s apartment. He had already set up his massage table, and he helped to lift Jewell, and lay her face down in the cradle.

“First, let’s put some ice on it to reduce any swelling. Then a little later we’ll try to massage it out for you, ok?” instructed Brian.

“Ok,” she said wincing in pain.

Brian grabbed an ice pack and some Tylenol. He placed the ice against her hamstring and wrapped it up with an Ace bandage to hold it in place. Jewell’s body was tight from the limp home, and not balancing her weight properly.

Brian took the liberty to brush his fingers through her hair to help her relax. He knew that Jewell enjoyed the sensation. Exhausted from the workout and the injury, she soon dozed off on the table.

“Hey sleepy head,” Brian said as he lightly rubbed Jewell’s lower back.

“Huh? Oh jeez. I dozed off, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. That’s ok, you’ll be more relaxed now. I’m going to remove the ice and try to work on your muscle a little,” he said.

“Ok.”

Brian unwrapped the Ace bandage and removed the ice pack.

“Jewell, I’m going to help you remove your workout pants, ok? I don’t want to get any oil on it.”

Jewell struggled, but managed to lift her hips off the table as Brian peeled the tight spandex from her body. He was treated to a red string thong that sat tightly between her ass cheeks. Brian placed a towel of her butt, and then reached under to remove her panties. Jewell didn’t resist.

Pushing the towel up to right under her ass, Brian poured oil in his hands and then rubbed them together to warm it up. Then he placed his hands on her injured hamstring, and started to rub gently.

“God, that feels good, but it really hurts, Brian,” mumbled Jewell into the face cradle.

“I know little baby. It’s probably gonna hurt for several days, but this massage should speed the recovery a little, or at least reduce some of the pain.” Brian rubbed his thumbs up and down her lubricated legs. The oil had contained peppermint oil, and provided Jewell with a slight tingling sensation.

As Brian’s hands worked up and down her hamstring, her thoughts started to wander to her previous sessions with Brian. As his fingers moved back and forth to her inner thigh, she began to feel the pussy start to get moist. She wished that she was getting a full-body massage instead of just localized treatment.

Jewell spread her legs slightly as Brian worked on her hamstring, and Brian moved his nimble fingers ever closer to her pussy.

“How does that feel?” asked Brian.

“Heavenly. When is my time up?”

“I can go for a little while longer. My next appointment cancelled right before you called me. I have to make sure that you’re taken care of, right?” he said with a hint of innuendo.

Removing his hands from the back of her thigh, Brian added more oil to his hands and then starting at her feet, slid his slick hands all the way up her leg. The sensation was enough to start Jewell’s pussy dripping. As he moved farther up her leg, he pushed the towel up, slightly exposing her left ass cheek. His fingers lightly brushed her pussy lips as he reached the top of her leg, and she sighed with pleasure.

Brian started again at her other foot, pushing the towel up again, so it rested at her waist. Her ass was completely exposed to him, and he could see her glistening bald pussy inviting his fingers to touch it.

Brian moved up her thigh, and again brushed her pussy lips lightly. Jewell lifted her hips up against his fingers as she felt him pass by. She wanted him to touch her, to make her cum as she lay there injured and “helpless.”

Brian began to massage her glutes. “You’re tight here again, Jewell. Limping on one leg home didn’t help much.”

“Yeah, I know. I could feel my glutes tightening up as we were walking,” she replied.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fix it for ya,” he said as he kneaded her ass, pulling the cheeks apart slightly exposing her tight asshole. Jewell loved the sensation of her asshole opening and closing.

Brian moved his fingers closer to her asshole, adding more oil to his hands. Jewell pushed her hips up in rhythm with his circular motion. Brian felt his cock getting hard, as he contemplated the possibilities.

Brian took his thumb at the top of her ass crack, and slowly moved it up and down an inch. He slowly increased the motion till he was almost touching her asshole. Jewell’s pussy was dripping in anticipation of his touch, and she could feel the wet spot on the sheet beneath her.

After dabbing his thumb with oil one more time, Brian pushed his thumb against Jewell’s asshole and started rubbing little circles. Jewell moaned.

“yes...”

Brian massaged her little asshole just as he did her legs. He knew how much Jewell enjoyed it, and he liked knowing how naughty it was. He liked to pretend that it was therapeutic for her, but he knew how perverted it really was.

Jewell awaited his fingers against her pussy as Brian rubbed her asshole. She was sure that it would only take a few seconds of contact before she came on the table for him again, but Brian didn’t touch her.

“What’s wrong Jewell?” Brian teased.

“Mmmm….” She said as she writhed on the table. “I might have something else that needs to be rubbed, Brian.”

“Oh really? Maybe you should show me how you like it rubbed…” he answered.

Jewell wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but she was so close to the edge. She reached her arm under her body and began to rub her own pussy as Brian massaged her asshole.

“Like this, Brian?” she asked as she rubbed her clit.

“Yes. Good girl. Show me how you like it rubbed…”

Jewell alternated between rubbing her clit and stuffing her fingers inside of her dripping cunt, pumping them in and out. Brian was so turned on and slowly started to push the tip of his thumb into her asshole.

“God yes! Fuck my asshole, Brian! Rub it for me! Ungh!” Jewell moaned.

The sensation was too much. As her body began to tremble, Brian pushed his oil-slicked thumb all the way into her asshole. Jewell rubbed her pussy furiously, and started to cum, leaking her pussy juices all over the table.

Jewell’s body spasmed on the table, until the little death subsided within her. Brian eased his thumb out of her asshole.

“That felt so good, Brian. You really know how to take care of me.”

Without saying a word, Brian began to massage her asshole again for her, making tiny circular motions with his thumb. Even though she had cum, the sensation was still enormously pleasurable for her.

“I’ll always take care of you, Jewell.” He replied.

Brian took his other hand and lightly brushed his fingers against her back. Jewell drifted into sleep, and had wonderful dreams.



Jewelry and Shoes



"Are you still working for No Such Agency?" Wilma of Human Resources looks up from my resume, her eyes wide.

"I do consult with them; but, since the Raindrop Expose, they haven't had as many assignments. I also lead seminars on threat assessment."

"Hmm. That's a lovely wedding band; does Mister Bolt still work?"

"Yes, Fronds manages the flower shop." I waited in reception two hours. No agency should be busy on the hottest day of summer. I need to find paying work.

"You do have a strong background in national security, I see," the interviewer continues. "My mother was a great fan of Lektrika Bolt; she held you up as a role model when we were coming up."

"That's very kind of you to remember that."

"Oh, it's exciting to have a superheroine come out of retirement to our studio. Our producer is delighted to have such a famous character on our roster."

"I'm glad to hear that. Our association president tells me you film the most challenging subjects."

Fronds, my husband, was meeting the repair crew. "Hey, honey," said his last message, "the cooling guy can't fix it. The motor is melted out--fried all the way to the pole. He says City Power has to lay a new cable. I ordered a generator for the coolers, and I bought all the ice at the deli."

Last night, in sweltering Baltimore humidity, I had cranked the air conditioning just a touch. One fingertip had juiced up the fan power. We now have neither lights in our apartment nor refrigeration in our shop below.

"Arlene is a wonderful producer; I know she will want you on this assignment," Wilma raves. "She works with the mature ladies and finds flattering roles."

A young woman approaches the doorway and nods to Wilma.

Wilma rises and waves an arm toward the visitor. "This is our Senior Producer Arlene, who is leading your project."

Arlene offers a brisk handshake. "Mrs. Bolt, it's an honor to meet you. If you have time today, I'd like to show you what our house can offer you." She steers me into a hall furnished in sofas and video screens.

The phone in my pocket vibrates. While Arlene cues the video, I listen to my husband's message. "Hey, honey, the whole block is off. Nelson next door wants to know how we got an electrician here first and who's gonna pay. I tell him the electric company said it was the transformer. He says they told him it was a power anomaly. I'm delivering that funeral now. Hope you get that job."

The producer offers me coffee and dims the lights. "Here's what our writers think displays you to your best advantage.

"You will wear your vintage costume--was that thirty years ago? Well. You find generic breakfast cereal at the supermarket. You use your super powers to remove the toxic additives from the cereal and change it into our Lightning Super Bolt cereal. Your scene closes in victory as you destroy the evil chemicals."

Thunder booms from the wall speakers and a rainbow of lightning flashes fills the screen. A younger version of my character appears center screen. She wears body paint and high-heeled boots.

"Now," narrates Arlene, "the contemporary Lektrika Bolt announces that the cereal is now our great new Natural Lightning Super Bolt product and presents it to the audience. Does that sound thrilling?"

My phone vibrates again. I hold my professional smile on my teeth and gaze at my interviewer. "That's a fascinating scenario. My work as an action heroine gives me the depth for this role."

"Great! We'll have the Director speak with you, and then we can get started." She leads me into an office beyond a smoked glass door.

"Now, Mrs. Bolt, here is where you'll take your screen test. This is the Director's office. You can keep your shoes on and remove everything except your jewelry." Arlene gestures toward a velour sofa. "See that square tape mark on the floor? When you're ready, just stand there. Good luck. You'll be splendid."

A barbershop pole striped in candy-cane red swirls next to a billiard table. Beyond, stands the grand sofa. It could seat my family of four with room to spare. I drape my jacket on the barber pole and unbutton my blouse.

Fronds gave me these periwinkle earrings at our wedding, this aster navel pin on our fifth anniversary, and the matched sapphires on our tenth: twin sparkling pendants that grace my bosom.

"Fronds," flashes my phone with a message. "Honey, City Power can't turn us on today. The electric company inspector has questions for you. You should call the block captain, too. She wants generators. I'm taking the boys to a hotel. Did you get the job?"

The blouse slides off without damage. All of my rings are secure. All are bright blue. All are pierced. Indeed. I fold my trousers and place them on the sofa.

Directly above the silver square shines a tiny spot lamp. I stride across the rug on stiletto heels. From the center of the square, I see pinpoint spots mounted around the ceiling.

Talent trained and skill sharpened won me stardom. Whatever the Director wants, I can play the part. I can galvanize him, or her, with my electric performance. It's only acting. Bring on the screen test. I have my talent. Bring on the Director. I have my power. I'm back in the spotlight--where I belong.

END



Jewelry Store



It was a habit in the office that everyone would go out alone to stroll in the sunshine. We couldn't go to lunch together, because people had to cover the phones. So I would ride the elevator down and wander.

It gives you time to think about life and family, husband, state of your marriage, sex life, etc., but on this particular day I was thinking about finding a store with air conditioning to escape from the August heat.

So after finishing my bologna sandwich, I decided to wander to a jewelry shop I'd never noticed before. As I entered the door, I felt the cool air and heard mellow jazz saxophone music. From the back room, came a tall, strikingly beautiful black woman who stood behind the glass counter. I was impressed that a black woman could own or at least manage this store.

She was tall with a large "afro" fluffed up hairstyle, and instantly reminded me of Pam Greer, a famous actress. She was very curvy with big hips and breasts. She was also very graceful with a long neck and full lips, and touch of liner and mascara on her eyes. She said "Feel free to look around. Let me know if you have any questions."

I told her, "Just looking," but there were only 5 display cases to look into. Nothing had prices, but I found several pieces that looked quite expensive. 

I saw something I liked and didn't look too expensive. I asked her if I could see the gold chain with two ruby hearts. She said, "Of course. You know that's my name, Ruby, as a matter of fact." Unexpectedly, rather than reaching into the glass case to get the display chain, she pulled down slightly the neckline of her halter blouse to show me the identical chain that was around her neck.

She told me that it cost $200 and I could pay half today and come back next paycheck with the balance. She raised her arms and elbows up in a provocative way. My eyes went alternately between the gold chain, her silky mocha skin and her blouse which accentuated her large breasts. I smiled from embarrassment. She must have noticed what I was looking at, and returned the smile. "Would you like to touch?' she asked.

I stammered and awkwardly asked, "The chain?" Left in the air was my implied admission that I was ogling her body. I was unnerved, but also surprised at myself to have stared intently at any woman, and especially in this encounter with a total stranger. 

She held her pose and I slowly put my hand against her tan skin and touched the ruby pendant. Then she said, "Let's try it on you." She walked around the counter and stood right before me. Next, she unclasped the necklace from her neck and pressed her breasts against mine, and reached behind my neck to clasp it on me. I felt an electricity flow into my body when she leaned against me like that, and my breathing became hurried. Where the pendant dangled, she brushed the fabric on my blouse, as if to un-wrinkle it, and asked if I wanted to see in the mirror. 

As I saw the ruby and gold chain against my image in the mirror, I noticed her by my side and she touched my shoulder and leaned into me.

She said, "This is a special piece designed by a woman for women. It's lesbian jewelry." 

Her words shocked me so much that I jerked my hand away, and she said, "It's alright, I saw you staring at my titties. I know you were." I returned a sheepish look.

"You want to feel 'em, don't you?" And after looking into my astonished eyes, she reached up to the back of her halter blouse, and released the top and displayed her upper chest to me. 

I was flabbergasted at her boldness, but oh my, she had quite an astonishing body, and I could only stare at her womanly glory. Shock and arousal kept me completely stilled, as I watched her take one of her nipples in between her thumb and finger and squeeze and pull it. I was amazed as it grew and couldn't break my stare until I looked glanced back at her face to see that she knew I was captivated by what she was doing. 

She stepped around in front of me, still topless, and went to reverse the open sign, pull the shade down on the door and lock the door. She turned around and placed the back off her hand against my blouse and rubbed where my nipples were. Soon they were swelling from the brief stimulation. Emboldened by my acceptance of her touch she placed my hands on her nipples and I was caressing and pinching her with obvious. Her breasts were heavy in my hand and her large nipples gave a strangely exhilarate sensation to touch them in this way.

After several minutes of this mutual stimulation, she slid her hand and reached under my skirt and started rubbing my crotch. The pleasure was already intense, and I was filled with lust, and powerless to refuse whatever she attempted. I gulped for air as my arousal grew. Before lunch today, I was a normal married woman and now I am shameless. Liberation!

She told me to remove my shoes, stockings and panties and sit down in "the throne," and pointed to a large oak chair that looked like a shoeshine chair. She stared into my eyes and announced, "I am going to eat your pussy out!" She bent down to kneel in front off me and spread my legs and mashed her mouth against my vagina. 

She nibbled and licked and everything became so moist, I couldn't tell what was her saliva or leaking from me. Writhing with pleasure, I couldn't stay still. I was making little whining noises and gasps. My drooling juices ran all over the wooden chair and on the inside of my skirt. 

She reached up and opened a button on my blouse and slid her hand up under my bra and pinched hard on one of my nipples. 

I ground my crotch into her face. She slid up from my pussy lips and up to my clitoris, where she sucked hard in rhythmic pressure. After a couple minutes of this, I was bucking into an orgasm. I haven't ever come that hard. And I immediately felt remorse for cheating on my husband and the great joy I experienced. That feeling gave way to acceptance. No one had ever done that to me, and I felt great to be on the receiving end.

I asked her if I could reciprocate, and she said, "No, go home and give your husband a great evening of pleasure. Go down on him with all the gusto you can muster, as I have just done for you. Just be ready to come back next week on the easy payment plan, and I will let your lesbian education continue."

I looked at the clock and realized that it was past time to be back for lunch. I paid her $100 and told her I'd be back in two weeks with the rest of the money. I scurried to the office building and rode the elevator a little worried that my body smelled of sweat and sex. I hurried back to my desk and tried to look as busy as I could although, I was rather unable to concentrate the rest of that day, and for several days after. At lunch, I wandered past the shop, but the closed sign was on the door, and I even knocked once. 

I returned in 2 weeks, on my next payday Friday. The shop was all lit up inside, with no jazz music, and no Ruby. Instead there was an older couple. I told her I owed her $100, and she said that there was no balance due on my purchase. I had paid in full. Perplexed, I asked if she was the owner, and what happened to Ruby. 

"Oh Ruby is my cousin, so she went back to Chicago. She watches the store every summer for 2 weeks while we go on our church retreat. 

"My husband bought this jewelry store after years of saving up from his shoeshine stand in the train station." I looked over at the chair where I knew I drooled my sexual juices, and felt flushed.

"I don't know how Ruby does it, selling out of season merchandise, Valentine's Day jewelry past the season, but we only carry beautiful pieces. She likes to sell all the pieces with rubies in them. And bless her for keeping the shop while we get our chance to rest and rejuvenate." 

It was all very confusing to digest, and I was a little dazed. As I walked back to my office I felt naive for the strange misconceptions and for missing Ruby. I was also wondering where I would ever find a woman to explore my new desires.

When I got back to the office I noticed a co-worker, Wendy, who had only been at the office a few weeks. My eye went to a gold chain and a pair of ruby hearts. 

I asked her where she got it. I showed her mine and told her I bought it from Ruby down the street. She flashed a knowing smile and asked if we could try to coordinate lunchtimes or go out for Happy Hour sometime. 

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.



Jewelry Store Heist



I'm the owner of the jewelry store at 5th and Madison. As typically happened on Saturday night I had to work until eight p.m. I was starving by the time I got home and Alicia, my wife had promised me a romantic dinner since her daughter was staying with her ex for the weekend.

I parked the car in the garage and walked in through the laundry room into the kitchen. I threw my keys on the counter and hollered, "Alicia?"

I heard a man's voice behind me say, "She can't talk right now Mr. Burns."

I whorled around. Two black men were standing in the hallway. Behind them a third held Alicia around the waist with one arm and his hand was over her mouth. She looked terrified, but her struggles were useless against the big man. His skin was a black as coal.

"If you cooperate your wife won't get hurt," said the man who appeared to be the leader.

"What do you want? Let my wife go." He just smiled at me.

"Here's what's going to happen," he said. "You're going to give us the keys to your store and the combination to the safe. We've done enough research that we know that you're wife's daughter is at her dad's for the weekend. We know where he lives and we know that you wife's daughter goes to Mountain View Elementary."

Alicia let out a loud sob. "No," she begged through the black man's fingers.

It only took me a minute to make a decision. "Alright, I'll do whatever you want just don't hurt my wife or her daughter."

"That's the right answer." He paused for a moment. "Come on down and join us." Without waiting for me they all moved into our bedroom. 

I had no choice but to follow. As I entered one of the men grabbed me and pulled my arms behind my back and wrapped my wrists with duct tape. The man still held Alicia near the bed. The other man smiled.

"Let my wife go please," I begged. They ignored me. The guy behind me reached around my waist and unbuckled my belt. "What are you doing?" He pulled my pants down around my ankles. "What are you doing?" I asked again. Instead of answering he pulled my jacket back around my tied wrists. Then he stepped around in front of me and undid my tie and pulled it off.

As soon as I naked from the waist down before them, I felt utterly helpless. They pointed to my limp dick and laughed. I couldn't protect my wife or my stepdaughter. I felt worthless. The man in front of me pushed me into the love seat and I flopped down helpless.

All three then turned their attention to my wife. Alicia was wearing a very sexy black dress in anticipation of our evening together. It was very low cut with spaghetti straps over her shoulders. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. The tight dress came up to mid thigh. Her legs were covered with sheer black stockings. Her high heels had fallen off her feet. The leader walked over and lifted the side of her skirt a couple of inches and we could all see the strap of a black garter holding up her stocking. 

Alicia recoiled, whimpering, but one man held her tight. The leader lightly brushed his black fingers up the side of her stocking covered leg.

"Please leave my wife alone," I begged.

He turned and looked at me. "What's the combination to the alarm at your store?"

I told him.

"Now you're talking." He let the hem of her dress fall. "Do you have a pencil and paper anywhere?" he asked me.

"In the drawer, over there." I pointed with my chin to the nightstand drawer.

I gave him the combination to the safe and the alarm system.

"Good," he said. "Where are your car keys?"

"In the kitchen. On the counter."

"Okay we're going to take your car and rob your jewelry store. But first we have some time to kill so we're going to tie you up a little more securely.

Charlie knelt in front of me and wrapped duct tape around my ankles and then pushed me over on my side and put tape from my ankles to my wrists so that if I stood, I would just fall over.

The leader turned to my wife. "Are you wearing panties?" She looked at him distrustfully. "Don't worry; we're not going to hurt you or your daughter if you cooperate. So, are you wearing panties?"

At the mention of her daughter, Alicia nodded yes.

"Good. Take them off." She looked at him with horror. "Just slide them down. You don't have to lift your dress."

She looked at him warily. "Please," he added. "You won't look will you Forrest?"

"I won't look. Will you Charlie?" asked Forrest.

"No ma'am. You can trust me," answered Charlie.

There was no way that she could take off her panties without raising her dress, but she turned away and lifted her dress. All four of us watched as she slid her panties off and in the process only showed her all of her creamy white thighs and buttocks before letting her dress drop back. With her back still to the leader and without looking at him; she handed him her panties.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" he asked rhetorically as he walked over and stuffed her panties into my mouth and then covered my lips with duct tape. He grasped my cheeks in his hand. "There's only one final rule. We know that you will have to report the robbery of your store, but," he paused. "You're not going to tell the police that we came here tonight. Is that clear?"

I nodded yes.

"Good, because we're going to leave a lot of DNA evidence behind and if you tell the police we'll come back for your wife's daughter."

"No, we'll cooperate," wailed Alicia.

He stood up straight and turned to Alicia. "Good, because Mrs. Burns we will be leaving that DNA evidence with you." All three of them laughed. I didn't get the joke.

Then he said, "Well my brothers, what should we do to kill some time?"

"Well brother Alex," said the man holding Alicia, "I'm kinda hungry..." He reached up and slid one of the straps off of my wife's shoulder. "...you know, for some white meat." "Ohhh no please!" wailed my wife as Charlie walked over and slid the other strap down.

"Mrs. Burns, just think of your daughter. You'll be fine. Just take off your dress," said the one named Alex.

No I understood why they'd stuck her panties in my mouth. "Nuuhhh!" I groaned against the gag.

While Charlie held her, Forrest unzipped her dress and pulled it down exposing her breasts. He leaned over and licked her right nipple. Alicia whimpered as he pushed her dress down off of her hips. It slid to the floor. Forrest ran his big black hand down her stocking covered leg as his lips slid down to her flat tummy. He stood, letting his hands roam up to her breasts. He grinned and pulled down her thong panties before he stepped back so that he could take in her nudity. "You're a fine looking woman," he said. 

Stepping out of his shoes, he slid his pants down. He was already starting to get hard. He leaned forward and kissed her. Alicia whimpered and turned her head to the side. His black member was semi-erect and arched out from his body. He took her hand and wrapped it around his rod. "You know you want it don cha?" He smiled at her. "I'll bet you've never had black cock before." He turned her around and said to their leader, "Alex look at that tight white ass."

Alicia looked down at his engorged rod. She looked terrified.

He lay down on the bed on his back. His hard cock rested on his stomach. "Come on momma, climb aboard." She didn't move. "Hey Alex," said Forrest, "I think she needs help."

Alex moved up next to Alicia and he and Charlie moved my wife over Forrest so that her knees were straddling his groin. Each took an arm and helped lower her while Forrest held his cock up straight so that by the time she was on her knees, his black cockhead was pressed against the entrance to her pink pussy.

Alicia put a hand on his chest and looked down. She seemed mesmerized by his big cock. While she stared, poised just above it; Alex and Charlie both were pulling down their pants. They were both hard, although neither was as big as Forrest.

The love seat where I sat was positioned perfectly to give me a view of his cock disappearing into Alicia as she seemed to voluntarily settle on it. She closed her eyes tight when all I could see were his black balls up against her white ass. 

Alex moved up next to her and turned her head, pressing his cock against her lips. Keeping her eyes closed, she opened her mouth and let his cock slide in. 

Charlie walked over to the other side and grasped her hand and brought it up to his rod. While she sucked Alex and stroked Charlie, she let her hips settle until Forrest's cock was buried in her pussy. Even with Alex's cock in her mouth I could hear her groan. It seemed to me that she was giving in awfully easily.

After about five minutes Alex moved back and his rod slipped from her mouth. Charlie put his hand on her head and pulled it over to him.

Alex moved back behind Alicia, between Forrest's legs and knelt, blocking my view of Forrest's cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Alex leaned forward but I couldn't see what he was trying to do. He raised one leg to get a better angle and now I could see that he was trying to penetrate her asshole with his pole. He pressed the head of his cock against her opening. He pushed forward, but he couldn't penetrate her tight hole. She whimpered. Alex sat back on his knees and spit on her crack until the spittle wet her puckered hole. Again he leaned forward and this time his cock head slid into her butt hole.

"Mmphh," groaned my wife as Forrest lifted his hips. Her cheek bulged out as Charlie pulled her head toward him.

Alex leaned back, but without letting his cock slide back out he again spit down her crack. Pressing forward he pushed his cock in past the foreskin.

Forrest pushed his cock all the way in the same time Alex pushed forward again; this time he slid half way up her rectum.

"OOOHHH!" groaned Alicia, letting Charlie's cock slide out her mouth as Alex pushed forward.

Forrest began pumping and Charlie pulled her head back down. Tears streamed down the side of her face while Alex kept slowly pushing forward until he was pretty much buried up her ass. My wife likes to use a butt plug while she and I made love sometimes, but I doubted that it was anything like having these two big cocks in her at the same time.

Neither Forrest nor Alex were moving very fast, but I doubted that would be possible. I wondered if they could feel each other's cock. They had to. They got into a rhythm where one would slide into her and then hold his cock buried deep while the other slid out and then back in. They took turns for several minutes.

My poor wife, a big black cock in her pussy, another, somewhat smaller, up her ass, a third, about my size, in her mouth. She had black cock, of varying sizes pushed in every opening. She let Charlie's cock slide out again. "I can't..., I can't breath."

Charlie seemed willing to cut her some slack and he just rubbed his hard pole against her face while the other two continued fucking her in her pussy and ass. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to watch my wife being brutalized this way.

But then I heard her moan. It wasn't a moan of pain. I opened my eyes and saw that her eyes were scrunched up tight. She screamed, "OH GOD NO. OOOHHHH GODDD! NO, NO NOOOO." She was obviously having an orgasm despite herself. "Ohhhh noooo," she panted, out of breath.

I looked at Charlie. He had a big smile on his face while he held his cock against Alicia's cheek. Then Alex groaned and pushed his cock up her ass until his balls were pressed against her buttocks. He held it there, his head thrown back, while Forrest kept pumping her pussy. Forrest's cock must have been massaging Alex's rod inside her body, because Alex just kept it pushed in while his body jerked and he emptied his load up her ass.

Alex let his cock slide out of her ass but Forrest wasn't done yet. His cock kept sliding in and out of her pussy while Alex's cum leaked from her ass. Alex looked over at me with a satisfied look on his face; then, to my embarrassment, he said, "Look Mrs. Burns, we got you're husband all excited."

I looked down and sure enough; I had an erection. Alicia turned her head and saw my six inches of manhood sticking straight up. I couldn't tell what was going through her mind. She just closed her eyes and turned her head back around. I was mortified. Here I was supposed to be the outraged husband. I was supposed to protect her from this kind of degradation and I was as hard as a rock.

Alex walked into the bathroom and I heard the shower, but the other two weren't done yet.

My wife was clearly exhausted, but Charlie was out of patience and he pulled her head back down on his cock. She obediently started sucking him again while Forrest kept driving his black pole in and out of her pink pussy.

In another five minutes Charlie grabbed the back of Alicia's head and began thrusting his cock down her throat while he came. Alicia always gave good head and she swallowed his cum whenever he pulled his cock out far enough.

Finally Charlie moved away and only Forrest was inside my wife. I heard him say, "You want to get this over?" She was now just straddling his hips and not moving. His big black cock was buried in her pussy. "Start moving your ass," he commanded. She got the message and slowly began riding his cock. "That's more like it," he said. He lifted his head and sucked on her left nipple.

Within five or ten minutes he groaned and began thrusting his hips up to meet her downward motion. "Oh good, oh good," he groaned. I noticed that Alicia was breathing hard and her eyes were squeezed shut. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he exclaimed, now keeping his hips raised.

While his orgasm seemed to be taking forever, I could tell that Alicia was cumming at the same time although she was biting her lip to keep from making any sounds. Then she seemed to sink on his cock and was still, although panting hard.

"Don't stop now bitch," he said gruffly. Again she began riding him, trying to get him drained. White cum was now evident on his black rod each time she raised her hips. Now, it only took a few minutes until he arched his back to drive himself inside of her as deep as he could. "That's it. That's it. Oh FUCK!" 

His body jerked upwards and Alicia said, "OH!" just once. This time when she collapsed on top of him he didn't protest.

Alex came out of the bathroom, all showered and refreshed. "Okay bros, let's go heist his other jewels." He turned to her. "Mrs. Burns we're going to tie you up for a little while. We'll let you loose when we get back."

Charlie and Alex both helped Alicia off of Forest. The three of them used the belts from our bathrobes to tie each of her arms to a bedpost and pantyhose for each leg until she was spread eagle on top of the bed. Alex knelt by her head and rolled up a knee high stocking. He stuck it in her mouth and then put duct tape over her mouth to keep the gag in place. She looked up at him calmly as he rubbed his hand across her chest and tweaked each of her nipples with his fingers. "We hate to leave you like this, but we won't be gone too long and we'll let you go, I promise."

The three of them left and my wife laid her head back on the bed and closed her eyes; resigned to await their return. I could see Forrest's cum leaking out of her pussy and wetting the bedcover.

I tried to say something encouraging to her, but my mouth was so dry I could only mumble through the gag. She seemed to not hear me because I got no reaction.

I closed my eyes and must have dozed off. I awoke with a start when the three of them walked into our bedroom, smiling and laughing. Alex walked over and removed the gag from Alicia's mouth. "Sorry about that Mrs. Burns. Would you like some water?"

"Yes please," she croaked.

"Charlie, get the lady some water." Charlie went into out bathroom with a glass. She lifted her head and he held the glass to her lips

"Thank you," she said.

My mouth was parched, but no one had removed my gag so that I could ask for water. Alex turned to me. "Well Mr. Burns we'll be out of your home and your life soon." He turned and looked at his two cohorts. "Did I say life? I meant wife." They all laughed. Then Alex said, "Okay Charlie you get to go first."

Charlie stripped his clothes off while he stared down at my naked wife, tied spread eagle on the bed. He walked over to the foot of the bed and leaned over and kissed her painted toes. Alicia finds it amusing when I fondled her pretty feet. I was finding it very erotic watching this young black man enjoying her stocking covered feet as much as I did.

"Hurry up Charlie; we don't have all night," complained Forrest.

"I know, but she's so fine," said Charlie. He kissed her foot one more time then ran the fingers of one hand up the inside of her leg. He stood up and moved up next to her waist and casually ran his fingers through her pubic hair.

Alicia just watched him silently as he slid a finger between her pussy lips. He watched her face as he rubbed her clitoris. She closed her eyes. He pulled his finger out and let it travel up her flat stomach to her belly button and was slightly rewarded when she shivered.

He leaned over and took a nipple between his lips while he moved his hand back down. His black hand cupped her pubic triangle while kissing her nipple. Alicia bit her lip when his finger slid back between her pussy lips.

"Jesus Christ Charlie, just fuck her," said Forrest irritably.

"I'm just gettin her wet," said Charlie. But he climbed onto the bed between her knees and slowly lowered his body over hers while he directed his cock between her pick pussy lips. He lowered his hips and slid into her hot pussy. Alicia kept her eyes closed, but her face scrunched up as he started to bang her.

Both Alex and Forrest began undressing in anticipation of their turns to fuck my wife. As soon as his clothes were off, Alex knelt on the bed near Alicia's head and turned her face toward his dangling cock. He squeezed her cheeks to get her to open her mouth and as soon as she did he leaned over so that his semi-erect rod went into her mouth.

It only took about ten minutes before Charlie came, but I could tell that he brought Alicia with him because she was raising her hips to meet his final thrusts even while she sucked Alex's now hard rod.

Now Alex complained. "You weren't supposed to cum inside her."

"Sorry," said Charlie as he climbed off, cum dripping from his cock, "I couldn't help myself." He grinned.

Alex didn't waste any time; he just traded places with Charlie and slid his cock into her wet pussy. His chocolate colored ass rose and fell for nearly ten minutes when Alicia moaned, "Oooohh."

"You like that Mrs. Burns?" Alex asked. He speeded up his thrusts.

Her reply was another "Oooohhh," through clenched teeth. She raised her hips and her body gave away that she was having another orgasm.

Forrest waited until she was done, then moved up on the bed near her head and demanded, "Get me hard bitch."

"Forrest that's no way to talk to a beautiful lady, especially in front of her husband," Alex said while he pounded my wife. "You should ask her to please suck your cock."

Forrest looked at Alex like he was from another planet, but he said, "Please suck my cock," waited a moment then added, "bitch." Alicia opened her mouth and took his cockhead between her lips and sucked.

Alex lasted another ten minutes, and then he came noisily. "Oh fuck yes!" he groaned. When he pulled out I could see that his black cock was coated white. He said, "Okay Forrest it's your turn. Just don't take too long. We have to hit the road."

Forrest didn't need any encouragement; he pulled his cock from her mouth, crawled over and covered her body with his. He lifted his hips and I watched as his big cock slid easily into her wet pussy.

"OOHH," she groaned.

"You were jest waitin for my big cock weren't ya?" he stated as he slowly sank all of the way in.




Jewelry Store Heist



I looked at my wife's scrunched up face and knew that he had filled her up. I could hear sucking sounds each time his ass rose up. I sounded like her wet pussy was reluctant to let go of his rod. 

Forrest fucked her for about ten minutes and I could already hear the big man breathing hard. For her part, my wife kept her eyes shut and her brow was still furrowed. She too, was breathing hard.

Within five minutes, Forrest was groaning loudly. Alicia's mouth was open, but no sound came out. She turned her head to face me, but her eyes were still shut. Forrest thrust viciously upwards and she screamed. "OWW." And then repeated with each thrust, "OWWW, OWWW, OWWW." I couldn't tell if it was from pain or another orgasm.

He finally stopped with his cock buried deep inside of her and an "OHHH," escaped from her lips. I could see her whole body relax and she was gasping for breath.

For the first time I noticed that both Alex and Charlie had gotten dressed and waited silently while their partner finished with my wife. As he pulled out, cum from his cock dripped onto her pubic hair. I could see that the bed was soaked as cum from the three black men continued to seep out of her pussy and down her crack until it hit the bed.

While Forrest got dressed, Alex said to me, "Remember what I told you. You obviously have to report the burglary to the police, but don't tell them that we were here. Understood?" I nodded yes. "Okay, I'm going to cut the tape between your hands and feet." He cut the tape and put the kitchen knife on the dresser. "After we leave you can hop over and get the knife and free yourself." 

He looked over at Alicia's nude form. "Mrs. Burns, your husband still has his erection so I guess that he'll have to decide whether to untie you or fuck you." She looked at me like she didn't see me and she said nothing.

The three men left. After a moment I stood and immediately fell down. My legs and feet were asleep. It took me another fifteen minutes to get over and get the knife and cut myself free. I crawled on my hands and knees over to the bed. Using the bed for support I was able to stand. Alicia looked up at me with no expression on her face. Without thinking I looked at her wet crotch and felt a tingle in my groin. Fortunately I no longer had an erection.

I untied her right wrist and then her leg on the same side. I wanted to caress her stocking covered leg, but instead I slowly walked around the bed using the frame for support and untied the remaining restraints. She didn't move or say anything; just laid there spread eagle. "Are you all right?" I asked and got no answer.

I went into the bathroom and got a towel and heated up a wash cloth. Returning to our bedroom I started to wipe off her crotch.

"Don't touch me you bastard," she spit. She grabbed the wash cloth and towel from my hands and started to clean herself up.

"Honey I'm so sorry," I said.

"Don't honey me," she answered. "You liked watching them fuck me."

"I... I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"I'm going to take a shower," she replied and finally crawled off of the bed. She started toward the bathroom on wobbly legs and when I reached out to help she said, "Don't!"

I looked down at the floor in shame, but when she retreated into the bathroom I couldn't help but look at the cum now dripping down the inside of her thighs. When the bathroom door closed I looked at the bed and saw the large wet spot. I pulled off the covers and sheets with the intention of putting them in the wash and saw that the mattress pad and mattress were wet too.