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Lucky

By: jackell99



The old white Mazda sputtered and stalled.

"Shit!" The black maned driver said as she coasted to the shoulder of the road.

Once stopped, she tried the ignition again. The starter whined, but nothing fired.

"Shit, shit, shit!" She said again, beating on the steering wheel with each word to emphasize her aggravation.

Her green eyes tried to well up.

"Fuck you, I ain't cryin'," She thought to herself instead, "Not tonight I ain't."

Tonight was Lucky's 21st birthday. It was a sort of inside joke. Everyone called her Lucky, because she wasn't. 

And tonight was no exception.

She'd begun the evening out with her girlfriends for a good time, she'd been away from home for months and wanted to cut loose a little before meeting up with her boyfriend for a little private celebration later tonight.

But her girlfriends insisted they visit a hot new bar, none of them had tried out yet, and there he was, locked up with some red headed tart she'd never seen before.

Without a word she had turned and walked out of the bar, gotten into her car and taken off, leaving everyone standing asking what was going on.

A few miles down the road he'd tried to call, she took one look at her cell phone, reading his name in the little blue screen and staring at it for a second before tossing the phone out the window, gearing down and flooring the old Mazda for all she was worth.

That was an hour and about 40 miles ago.

Now she was stuck on the side of a dark two-lane road she barely knew, with no phone and a dead car.

Her headlights shone on a homemade plywood sign that read "Bryce's Bike Shop" with a phone number, and an arrow pointing left and saying "About half a mile, that way!"

According to the sign, the shop was open late, but it didn't say how late or if "late" included Saturday's.

"Might as well give it a shot there Lucky, what else have you got to do tonight?" She thought as she exited the car.

She crossed the road she absently mindedly hit the remote fob on her keys to lock her car.

As she did, the locks went down, and the windows and sunroof opened.

"Fuck it, let'em steal it," She said as she began walking.

As she walked, she noticed the breeze picking up. It was blowing hard enough that she had to take several steps backward to keep enough fire in her lighter to raise a cherry on her cigarette.

As she took a long drag she felt a drop of water, cold and hard strike her cheek.

"Go ahead and rain on me to God damnit," She whispered.

Almost as in response to her dare she looked up into a sheet of pouring rain coming down the road toward her.

"Beautiful, just fuckin' beautiful."

Lucky thought about quickening her pace, but the rain was coming from the direction she was headed, so what was the point.

She could see the lights of the bike shop about 200 yards out, and one of the bay doors on the windward side of the rain was open.

"Finally, a good sign," She thought and did decide to step a little faster as the cold rain began to pelt her slim frame and soak her white silk shirt.

By the time she reached the bay door she was soaked and shivering.

Her green eyes shone like emeralds through her thick limp bangs, and her shirt and jeans clung to her body. She knew her small erect nipples would be highly visible poking through the thin white shirt, she also knew the lightweight mesh bra she was wearing would do little to subdue that, but she didn't give a damn.

She walked in through the open bay door and looked around. There appeared to just be one guy, a kid by the look of him, standing over by a tub of some kind, he hadn't been facing the bay as she walked up, and didn't seem to know she was there.

She tried to announce herself.

"Hey," she said but from this distance he couldn't hear her over the pounding of the rain on the shop's tin roof so she stepped closer finally yelling again once she was within a little less than five feet of the guy.

"Can you help me?" She said louder than before, making him jump and drop whatever it was he was working with in the tub with a splash.

He turned around, white faced and Lucky could see his pulse throbbing in his neck.

"Jeesh, you scared the shit outta me!" he said.

Lucky looked him over, she was right, a kid, 18. But he was cute, and built. 

"I'm sorry, my car broke down I'm just looking for some help."

"I'm the only one here right now," the boy said, "Billy, Bryce, this is his shop, he lets me stay late on weekends and work on my bike. I'm trying to get it running in time for.." and he trailed off as he realized she was watching him with a stern angry look on her face.

"Okay, junior, If we're going to have a conversation, I really need you to look me in the face, not the chest, think you can do that for me sweetie?" She said sounding much more angry than she was.

The fact was she was just as intently wondering if there was a piece of garden hose stuck down his blue canvas shop pants, but she was better at concealing it.

"O, um, ok," he said finally, looking her in the eye. "Look, I'm sorry, its just that, your wet, I mean your all soaked and well..."

"Yeah, whatever, lets pretend you've seen a set before and we'll get through this."

From the way his face flushed, Lucky instantly realized that he hadn't actually seen a set before, not in person at least. And she actually felt sorry for having called him out at all.

"Look, do you have some towels? Maybe a shop shirt I can borrow? It's kinda cold in here ya know,"

The kid stammered and stumbled for a second then he came up with the best solution he could think of and went to a box of shop towels and pulled two handfuls of the absorbent blue paper towels and handed them to her.

"Bathroom's over there," he said pointing to a single door in the back of the shop. "I think there's a uniform shirt hanging up front, I'll go see.

Lucky took the towels with a smile, 'Thanks sweetie, just knock if you find one," she said and headed for the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom she stripped and began to dry herself as best she could with the towels, she couldn't say why, but her mood began to improve.

She was buck naked and grinning to herself in the dingy mirror when the knock came at the door.

Lucky couldn't say what made her do it, but she decided to give the kid a thrill and she threw the door open just as he was about to knock again.

The kid just stood there, looking like a doe in the headlights as she looked and said "Oh great you found one!"

Lucky grabbed the shirt from the kid's stunned hands and kissed him lightly on the cheek before pulling the shirt to her chest and closing the door again.

She shirt smelled lightly of motor oil and gasoline, but it was clean and dry, and about three sizes too damned big.

"What the hell," Lucky thought to herself as she pulled the shirt on and buttoned it down.

It came more than half way down her thighs. "This thing is huge!" She thought as she looked at the name sewn on the left side

"Tiny," it read.

"Oh, that's fits now doesn't it," Lucky thought only briefly realizing it equaled the irony of her own name.

"We don't have a dryer, but there's a shop heater I can turn on and you can dry your clothes out," the kid said through the door.

"Good," Lucky thought, "he's still breathing. I just don't think I could live with myself if the poor kid vapor locked or something."

"Thanks, Hon," She said back through the door as she drug her fingers through her wet, matted hair.

The mention of a heater made Lucky look twice at her underwear.

She didn't want to put them back on. They were cold and wet. But she was a little afraid of catching the kid in the shop sticking them in his pocket, or, God forbid, sniffing them or something if she laid them out to dry.

Finally she just wrung them out good and shoved them in her small purse before stepping out.

"Well, is it me?" She said as she modeled the shirt for her young champion.

The kid looked her up and down, grinning he said, "You look a damned sight better in it than Tiny ever did. I got the heater going, it's over there," he said pointing, "Don't put your stuff too close or it will catch fire."

The kid had moved two unencumbered bike frames in front of the forced air kerosene heater to serve as makeshift drying racks for her.

Lucky couldn't help but be a little touched by his efforts, which also meant she couldn't help but feel a little bad for how she'd treated him earlier.

"Do you have a phone?" Lucky asked remembering the number on the sign.

"Nope. The number on the sign is Bryce's cell."

"Shit," Lucky said as she walked over to see what the kid was working on.

The bike was a long way from complete, but she could see it had very nice lines, or would have, once it was done.

"This your bike?" She asked.

"Yeah, well I bought all the pieces, hopefully it'll be a bike soon, right now its just an aggravating damned puzzle."

"It should look good when you're done, judging by what I see so far."

"Thanks."

Lucky caught herself looking back at what she thought had to be a piece of hose down the front of the kids pants.

"Can that be real?" She thought to herself then something about the way the kid moved or looked from this angle sparked a memory.

"I know you don't I?" She asked finally.

"Maybe, I don't know," The kid said, obviously still nervous or confused between the tongue lashing he'd taken when she arrived and the peep show she'd given him.

"I'm Ronnie, Ronnie Miller. You're Lucky aren't you?"

"Yeah, that's me, belle of the ball, grand marshall of the parade and homecoming queen all wrapped into one golden haired beauty. How'd you know?"

"I remember you, from my Freshman year."

Lucky looked at him again, he had the slightest bit of razor stubble on his cheeks and chin, deep set blue eyes and a Roman nose that had been broken at least once. he also had a set of guns that Lucky decided she'd love to feel wrapped around her, but she couldn't draw anything more than a feeling that she'd seen him before from her memory.

Finally she said, "I'm sorry, its not coming too me."

"No reason it should, It's not like we ever hung out, or even spoke, I was about six inches shorter and maybe 80 pounds heavier then. I just remember seeing you around school. You're kinda hard to forget."

Lucky suddenly felt a little uncomfortable as she thought back on those days.

"I wasn't... I wasn't mean to you or anything was I?" She asked suddenly apprehensive about the idea of him taking some kind of revenge on her for something she didn't remember doing. the thought scared her, but made her quiver just a little bit too.

"Christ, what does that say about me?" She wondered.

"No, I doubt you took enough notice of me to even do that. The only time I ever drew any attention to myself was one day when you dropped your notebook in the parking lot and some homework pages started blowing across the pavement. I managed to catch a couple of them and hand them to you."

Lucky suddenly did remember that day, just another of so many wonderful days, the papers had been the first draft of her term paper, and she had been so intent on trying to catch the rest before they wound up in the highway that she'd barely noticed the chubby kid who handed her a crumpled handful of pages as she went by.

"I do remember that, I guess I didn't seem very appreciative. Did I even say thank you?"

"I don't think so."

"Well, now that you've come to my rescue twice, I guess its about time I did so, properly," Lucky said and stepped closer to the kid, kissing him softly on the cheek.

The kid instantly went flush again.

Taking his face in her hands, Lucky felt the warmth of his skin.

"Thank you, Ronnie," She whispered staring deep into him with her dark green eyes before kissing him again gently on the lips.

Lucky didn't mean to, but she found her tongue probing his lips, looking for a way in as she kissed him. When Ronnie didn't respond Lucky pulled back, suddenly ashamed and turning red herself.

"I'm, I'm sorry. Do you have a girlfriend, or something?"

Ronnie stood quietly for a moment, the veins in his scarlet neck pulsing quickly.

"No, no its nothing like that. It's just..."

"I'm not your type?"

Ronnie quickly shook his head

"That's not it at all! It's just all kinda surreal. Like I stepped into an alternate dimension or something."

"I don't know," he said reaching up and running his fingers through his short chestnut hair and massaging his scalp briefly, "Did I hit my head or something? Have I been knocked out by fumes? This can't be real?"

Lucky looked at him, a little concerned until she started to realize where he may be going.

"What do you mean, Hon?" She asked.

"It's just, you know, not believable. A guy's all alone in the shop on a stormy night, when outta nowhere walks the most beautiful girl he's ever met. The woman he had his first huge crush on, and suddenly she's kissing him?

"If somebody wrote that shit, no one would read it," He said.

Lucky had stopped listening at "first huge crush" that was when her heart melted. She also realized that wasn't all that was heating up as she had a mental flash of Ronnie lying in bed stroking that huge cock of his and thinking about her. Suddenly she was wet enough to douse a campfire, But she managed to grin and wink at him.

"Maybe you just have really good karma," she said as she reached out to hug him.

This time he hugged her back and bent to softly kiss her neck.

Lucky let out a satisfied purr as she drug her nails down his back and felt his cock stiffen against her hip.

Ronnie began to gently kiss and nibble at her earlobe and Lucky squeezed his tight ass in both hands and pulled him tighter against her.

She was right, his arms felt great wrapped around her.

Ronnie came up for air and Lucky ran one hand through his hair, holding his head up as she looked onto his eyes and gave him a little open mouthed smile. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist before giving him a slow, deep kiss.

This time she not only found an opening, Ronnie responded in kind as he slid his hands under her ass, squeezing her bare cheeks. Lucky squeezed him tighter between her legs. 

Finally breaking the kiss, Lucky slowly lowered herself down his body, her legs wrapped around his as she slid down. grinding her pussy against his crotch slowly before setting her feet on the floor.

Lucky opened his shirt a little and began to place small soft kisses over his chest as she reached down and began to firmly caress his cock through his pants. It was definitely real.

Ronnie let out a soft moan as his hips involuntarily pressed against her touch.

Lucky unzipped his pants and reached in, struggling to finally free the big cock in her hand she squeezed and stroked it a few times before finally looking down at it.

"Happy birthday to me!" she thought to herself as she marveled at the present she had unwrapped. It was huge, at least the biggest she had ever seen. It was at least eight inches in length, and thick enough to stop her fingers from touching when she wrapped her hand around it.

"Oh God," She whispered.

Looking up into his eyes, licking a little bit of drool from her lips as she did and said "Pudgy little Ronnie certainly grew up into a big, big man didn't he?" as she gave him a tight squeeze that made him moan and shudder.

"Just relax Hon," She said as she pulled his head down for another kiss before going to her knees and smiling up at him.

She looked his huge cock over as she stroked it with a slow firm hand, wondering if it would really fit in her mouth.

"God," Ronnie moaned as she began to lick up and down both sides of his shaft. Once its whole length was glistening with her spit and slick in her hand she stopped to stroke and admire it again, squeezing out a huge drop of precum Lucky quickly closed her lips over the head of his cock and licked at the droplet, sucking the head wanting more, gently nibbling at the head as she did.

"Be easy with me baby, I don't think I can take it all in," She said before she began to slowly slide his cock in her mouth, stroking from the base to her lips as she worked further down the shaft.

Ronnie cried out her name and Lucky wondered if he'd ever done that as he stroked himself before bed. The idea sent her free hand instantly to her dripping wet slit and she began to rub furiously as she tried to suck him deeper.

After several strokes, Lucky found she was able to get more than she'd imagined into her mouth, she stroked the rest firmly with her hand.

"God, Lucky, I'm going to cum." Ronnie cried and She backed slowly off of him, still stroking both his cock and her own clitt she smiled up at him and said, "That's exactly what you're supposed to do baby," and winked.

"You tell me, do you want to do it in my mouth, or on my face?"

She licked his head quickly again.

When she did, the dam burst and Ronnie almost screamed as a huge shot of hot, surprisingly sweet cum shot against the back of Lucky's throat. 

She reflexively closed her mouth and swallowed as a second shot hit her closed lips. Lucky pressed the head of his cock against her face, smearing his juice on her lips and chin before taking him back in her mouth and sucking a third and fourth shot from him.

Her mouth was so full of cock that the juice ran out either side of her mouth as she sucked him deeper. 

Backing off of him she smiled up at him as she licked a dripping string of cum from the end of his cock and began to rub her face against his cock, licking him clean as she did so.

Pulling herself up by his waistband Lucky pulled his face down to hers and began to softly kiss along his jaw and chin before pressing her lips to his and kissing him wildly, smearing cum between them.

Climbing him again, this time resting her wet slit on top of his hard shaft she said "When given an option, choosing both is never a bad idea," as she wiped cum from his face with her finger and sucked it clean.

Ronnie just stared, holding her close and tight, looking into her eyes, at her face and chest.

Lucky slowly reached down and began undoing the buttons on her shirt, pulling it open.

"How about a better look, Hon. You can even have a taste if you like," She said as she lifted herself a little farther up his frame and pulled his head down to her chest.

Ronnie gently took her small erect nipple in his mouth, running his tongue over it, around it before sucking it softly.

Lucky moaned as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"That's it baby, God I love that. You can do it a little harder if you want."

Ronnie complied, gently biting her nipple until she let out a soft cry. 

"Oh yeah baby. If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum on you," she said as she squeezed him tighter between her legs and ground herself against his hard belly.

Ronnie's hand moved slowly in from her ass, his finger slowly stroking her wet slit as he continued to suck her nipple.

Lucky cried out and began grinding harder against him as she gripped his head in her hands.

Ronnie slowly pushed his finger inside her and marveled at the way her pussy lips clamped around it, sucking it deeper as her body began to quiver, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Use two," she whispered softly into the top of he head as she arched her back.

Ronnie gently slid another finger into her juicy hole and began to slowly press them deeper.

"God!" Lucky screamed as both fingers slid into her past the knuckle, gently stretching her lips and she began to buck against him.

As his fingers bottomed out inside her, Lucky's body seized in a wave of orgasm that left her unable to breathe.

Her juices slowly pulsed over and around his hand dripping down onto his cock and then to the floor where they puddled to reflect the fluorescent lights on the ceiling.


Lucky



"Fuck me!" Lucky said as part exclamation for what she had just felt and part demand.

Lucky let herself slide down his body again, her wet slit sliding down the length of his cock she drenched it wondering when she might reach the tip with her clit.

When she finally did, she nearly came again as the shock it sent through her.

She tried to stand, found herself rubber-legged and held tight to him for support.

"Are you going to take me on this dirty shop floor, or is there somewhere else you'd like to go?" She asked.

Ronnie looked at her again, still unable to believe this was really happening to him.

"There's a sofa in the back," He said as she began to slowly stroke his cock again.

"Lead the way", she said taking him by the hand and he did.

He led her to the sofa and watched as she let the shop shirt she was wearing drop to the floor, marveling at her tight, little body. 

He reached down to undo his pants and she stopped him.

"Oh no, you've got to let me finish unwrapping my present," She said with a wink as she worked down the buttons on his shirt, to his pants working them and his briefs down over his muscular ass and legs. Then she sat him on the sofa, unlacing his boots, removing them then his socks.

Kneeling between his legs she began to kiss and lick up the insides of his thighs, making him moan and squirm.

She quickly straddled his legs, his cock sticking up between them. She stroked it gently and asked

"How do you want me?"

"Yes," was all Ronnie could say.

Lucky smiled.

"I want to see your face the first time you feel my pussy stretched over that big bastard," she said raising herself up and slowly stroking her drenched pussy with the head of his cock.

"If you can help it, please try to let me up before you cum," She said.

Ronnie nodded as he stroked her sides and legs.

She began to rub the head of his cock against her clitt, moaning as she did. Ronnie let out a gasp.

"You like the way that feels?" She asked with a smile, knowing that she wouldn't be able to take it for long herself.

"Yes!" Ronnie said as he squeezed her ass in his hands.

Luck raised her body slightly, almost unnoticeably and said 'Then you're going to love this!" As she pulled herself down onto his cock.

They both moaned and screamed, eyes locked on one another, each pulling the other closer, deeper, as Lucky slid down his cock.

Almost as soon as Lucky felt her pubic hair touch his, she began to shudder and buck.

"God damn! She groaned as she clawed at his neck and shoulders.

Ronnie gripped her ass, trying to pull himself deeper into her still, then struggling to hold her down on him as she began to buck.

Lucky felt him slide deeper than she'd ever imagined. She felt her pussy lips and walls straining to contain the throbbing cock that had been forced into her and before she could even begin to try to ride it she felt the wave of orgasm hit her full force. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! She kept crying as she drew blood from his shoulders.

Ronnie felt her warm cum squirting out over his balls and he stopped trying to hold her down.

She reflexively tried to raise up off of his cock but before she reached the end he quickly pulled her down again, generating another batch of screams and scratches.

Ronnie never imagined the pressure enveloping his cock, the suction created as she tried to pull up and off of him or even the true feeling of having a woman, this woman, in his arms. He was in a kind of sensory overload. Everything was heightened, every sensation from the pitch of her moans and screams to the feeling of her nails biting deep into his flesh to the scent of her cum and their mixed sweat was exhilarating.

Lucky began to cum again within seconds of their finding a working rhythm. Ronnie hoped he could hold out long enough to watch her finish one more time.

Lucky was out of words as she began to rind his cock in rhythm, only able to gasp air as she went up and cry out as she slid down.

Hey eyes locked on his, she watched his face, knowing he would cum soon.

Lucky knew she should pull up, finish him by hand. And part of her really wanted to watch his cum fly up between them like a geyser, to smear it over her chest and belly, or smear it on him and lick it off, but she also knew she couldn't, she had to have him right where he was.

As Ronnie's mouth opened in an almost soundless moan she grabbed a handful of his hair and sat all the way down on him, grinding against him.

"Come with me Baby," she said as she began to groan against the advance of another orgasm, "Pump me full!"

And he did.

Lucky felt his hot cum spread inside her, hitting the walls of her pussy with enough force to make her reflexively tighten squeezing more cum from his shaft.

Unable to speak or even think she buried her tongue in his mouth, both of them moaning against the other's lips as they came in unison for what seemed like minutes.

Finally Lucky collapsed against his chest as they both tried to catch their breath.

For several minutes she felt him still throbbing inside her as he slowly went soft and she listened to his heart race in his chest.

'So, was it what you'd hoped it would be?" She asked with a grin as she traced around his nipple with her finger.

"God, I still can't believe this," he said.

She raised up to look him in the eye.

"I've got to know, did I live up to the expectations of your crush?"

He gently brushed hair out of her face and kissed her softly before saying "And then some."

She snuggled in close to him again and let out a satisfying sigh.

"Good, now I hope you'll let that be a lesson to you."

"What?" he asked a little confused.

"That if you're a good boy, polite and helpful, and say your prayers each night, eventually you will get Lucky," She said with an impish grin. "And you're such a good boy, I think you're going to be getting Lucky a lot from here on out."



Lucky?



Jake walked into the club after a really hard day at the office. It was about 9pm on a Friday night in London, and party seekers were starting to hit the town. Jake was not among them; he simply wished to unwind with a cold gin and maybe find a pretty young thing to take back to his apartment and celebrate his promotion. He ordered a G&T from the barman and he took two long swigs from it and sighed.

He eyes scanned the dance floor, after many weeks of turning up at this bar he pretty much knew which girls he could pull. 

He wasn't bad looking at all and prided himself in keeping his style updated so he rarely found it a problem to find someone to take back to his apartment.

Just then, a girl caught his eye and he couldn't help but stare. The girl looked as if she had some far eastern parentage and her tits were large enough to make a big impression on Jake. She was wearing a little red dress that defined all of her perfect curves, but still left Jake knowing that she wasn't some cheap slut.

It suddenly dawned on Jake as to who this woman was and why Jakes attention was so focused on her.

It was Myleene Klass, former member of pop band Hearsay and she was now doing lots of T.V work after coming second in I'm a Celeb'. Jake felt a familiar stirring in his cock as he recalled those famous shower scenes that he had so enjoyed.

He then remembered that she was supposed to be in a serious relationship and so she couldn't be here to find a man to make her feel good (she had often commented on her healthy sexual appetite). But Jake knew that he might as well try; she is possibly the most beautifully sexy woman working in television and he wouldn't forgive himself for not trying.

He decided that perhaps the best tactic would be to feign ignorance of her celebrity status.

He walked up to her and introduced himself. His cock took another involuntary lurch as his eyes were drawn to her sizeable tits and he swore that he could see that her nipples were erect. 

She laughed at his jokes and flirted back to him and Jake could not believe it: there was actually a chance that she might be up for it!

They had a couple more drinks together and then Jake, emboldened by the booze, plucked up the courage to ask her back to his apartment.

To his amazement, she leaned over him and whispered in her sexiest tones: 

"Darling, I've been wondering when you would ask. I've gone over two weeks without relief; my limp dicked boyfriend is always so tired."

Jake managed to reply (his erection was starting to become extremely uncomfortable) and he couldn't wait to get her back to his place. Still, he couldn't miss the chance to dance with her, so he led her towards the centre of the dance floor and began to grind with her. 

Emboldened by his success, he reached down and started to squeeze her luscious arse.

She moaned softly and began to grind herself more desperately against him. She leaned into him and whispered into his ear: 

"Please rub me I need it soo bad."

Jake nearly ejaculated into his pants with that suggestion. He stroked his hand softly round her firm ass and up her thigh. He couldn't believe himself when, as he ran his hand up her thigh, he felt the un-mistakable outline of suspenders. He slowly ran his hand up her thigh (her short dress, and crowded dance floor making it easy to be discreet) and cupped her wet, panty covered crotch.

Myleene moaned into Jake's ear when he began to massage her aching pussy, her mind full of desire and the hope that after weeks of tension (having not had a human companion, her toys could only go so far), she might finally get her release.

Jake's fingers came to rest on Myleene's throbbing clit and he lightly rubbed her through her now soaking panties. He built up speed and Myleene couldn't take much more. Just as she was about to cum into her g-string, Jake stopped.

"Please," moaned Myleene, the desperation in her voice evident, "Please just let me cum"

Jake returned his skilled fingers to Myleene's aching pussy. He easily pushed aside the thin wet layer of her panties and plunged two fingers into her dripping snatch. Myleene nearly screamed out loud as Jake pistoned his fingers in and out of her tight cunt and his thumb moved to once again stimulate her clit.

"Oh yes, please keep doing that, oh I'm going to cum."

This was simply far too much for Myleene; she pressed her lips in to Jake's and savagely attacked him with her tongue as her body lit up in orgasm.

Jake returned the kiss as he withdrew his soaking fingers from her dripping snatch. He had never really considered himself lucky in life, but now he couldn't have felt luckier. Here he was kissing the sexiest woman alive after just bringing her to orgasm in a crowded dancefloor.

Both Jake and Myleene simultaneously pulled each other away from the dance floor\ and both of them felt the knowing glances from the couples nearest them and they made their way out of the club.

Once they were outside, Myleene spoke.

"Jake you made me feel soo good in there, where is your apartment so I can return the favour."

"It's about 10 mins away," Jake replied, "I haven't got my car though so we will have to take a cab."

"I don't know if I'm going to be able to hold out until we get to your place." Myleene replied saucily, with a little wink.

Jake really couldn't believe this, Myleene Klass with an inclination for public sex. Hell he wasn't going to complain, he'd always wanted to try.

Jake hailed a cab and let Myleene in first. As soon as he sat down, she attacked him again; passionately kissing him their two tongues entwining. Jake moved a hand down to Myleene's sumptuous tits and began to massage her through her dress (he realised how great her tits truly are when he found the lack of a bra), feeling her nipples harden to his touch. 

"Oh yes please keep rubbing my tits like that, my nipples are soo sensitive." Moaned Myleene 

Myleene was true to her word; she traced her finger down his taught stomach towards the bulge in his jeans and began to squeeze his rock hard cock. She undid the zipper of his jeans and pulled his large piece of meat out of his underwear and let it stand proud.

He heard Myleene gasp at the sight of his 9" cock, his veins bulging in reaction to her soft touch.

"I really wish my boyfriends was this big," said Myleene in hushed tones, "just looking at it makes me feel so hot."

She started to jerk him off as Jake began to stroke his hand into her dress and feel her large bra-less tits. He found his way to her nipple and started to roll it in-between his thumb and finger, and she sighed with relief. She started to return the pleasure as she, with her heavenly touch, began to massage the head of his penis.

A loud cough snapped them out of their trance. The cabbie had stopped; they were at Jake's apartment. Myleene and Jake shared a slightly embarrassed glance as Jake quickly stuffed his massively hard cock into his constrictive jeans.

Myleene handed the driver a crisp £20 note and whispered for him to keep the change.

The heavily aroused couple ran up the stairs to the door of the apartment and Jake barely managed to fumble his way as he typed in his code (Myleene was seriously horny). 

They practically ran inside and Jake threw his shirt off and embraced Myleene in yet another passionate kiss. Whilst their tongues were locked in combat, he managed to begin to take the straps off Myleene's great dress and he broke the kiss and she stepped out of the dress, finally revealing her sumptuous form to him.

He took in her perfect body: his eyes travelling past the beautiful face that made her so attractive, he took in her full breasts (he could now testify that they were NOT fake), and he looked at her lower half. The stockings and suspenders that he had discovered earlier did not disappoint as he soaked in her magnificence, he didn't fail to notice the mark of a pro: her red and black thong was placed over the suspenders.

He couldn't wait to feel her lovely cunt stretching over his large (now extremely uncomfortable cock) nor could he wait to feel her talented tongue envelop his cock.

He pulled her toward the bed as he kicked off his clothes, and he roughly shoved her head towards his bulging member. Myleene licked her lips in anticipation, she couldn't believe how wet she was getting; her boyfriend had never treated her like this and she loved it. She started to lick the head of Jake's erection and licked up the first drops of pre-cum, her tongue savouring the unusually sweet taste. 

As Jake moaned in appreciation, she began to take longer licks, ensuring that his entire penis was covered in her saliva. 

She took about half of his length into her mouth, never breaking eye contact with Jake. He knew that he would not be able to hold out much longer; the sight (and pleasure) of Myleene perfect tits wobbling as she sucked him, and the sight of her lusty eyes looking into his, was too much to bear.

Her tongue was truly incredible; she was obviously an expert at sucking dick. Whilst she took another couple of inches into her warm, wet mouth, she started to massage the tip of his cock with her tongue, and she knew that Jake loved it: he groaned and sent another few drops of precum down her waiting throat.

Now Jake had had many great cock-suckers in his time, but Myleene was off the scale, she could do things with her tongue that just blew Jake's mind. He looked down a k new that this was a sight he would cherish forever, the sexiest woman alive was on all fours on his bed, greedily sucking on his raging hard-on. The sight was enough to send him over the edge and he warned Myleene that a massive cumload was on its way:

"I hope your ready for this, I'm going to cum"

"Mmmm." Was Myleene's only reply- her mouth full of dick- she couldn't wait to taste his cum.

With that Jake lost control, he grabbed Myleene's head and thrust his dick into her willing mouth and fired 6 or 7massive ropes of thick, creamy cum down Myleene's throat. She wanted to swallow all of it but was taken aback at the sheer quantity of it, and some spilled out of her mouth and onto the bed sheet.

Jake groaned as he basked in the aftermath of the best blowjob of his life as Myleene continued to lick the head of his over-sensitive penis. She hadn't cum yet but was very hot and wet and ready to get fucked until she couldn't walk.

Jake directed Myleene toward the bed and ran his hands over those great tits of hers. 

"Ohh yes Jake please suck my tits."

Jake was hardly going to refuse such an offer, he had wanted a chance to suck on these nipples ever since he saw them poking through her bikini on I'm a Celebrity get me out of here.

He licked up her toned stomach, his hands still massaging her perfect tits and his mouth found its target. He began to roll his tongue around her erect nipples, making her thrust her chest into his face and moan.

"Mmm, suck them harder."

"Bite them, oh god your teeth feel soo good."

Jake could tell that she needed to cum so badly. So he licked down her tight stomach toward her shaved pubic mound. He licked around her labia, and started to massage her pussy. 

"Oh. Fuck yes. Oh baby, I need to cum soo badly."

Jake, emboldened by his obvious success, started to concentrate on her clit. Licking and sucking the centre of her arousal. This made Myleene crazy with arousal, she was so nearly there, she needed just a few more fabulous seconds with his tongue. Jake could see her pussy twitching, and her moans were getting louder so he plunged two fingers into her, and began to massage her G-spot.

"OH fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers. OH YESSS."

Myleene was loud enough to wake the neighbours as she screamed in orgasm, Jake not stopping the sexual onslaught. She lay there, panting, basking in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm. Weeks of tension slipped away from her.

Jake could not hold on any longer. He was going to fuck her, and he was going to fuck her hard.

He pushed himself up and gripped his cock, he could feel it throbbing in anticipation. As he lined it up with her dripping hole, he heard her moan.

"Oh. Please put it in, fuck your pussy, this is your pussy, make me cum and leave your cum deep in my pussy. Please just fuck me."

How could Jake dismiss such an opportunity? He pushed the head of his large cock into her tight hole, and she moaned loudly urging his cock further into her tight snatch. He could see how much she needed it and so thrusted his whole length inside her. 

"Oh yes that feels so good please keep fucking me. Please don't stop."

Jake kept fucking her wet snatch, pushing in all the way every time and paying attention to massage her G- spot with his cock. There was no doubt that his fucking was working her up to a massive orgasm as she kept moaning, louder and louder. 

Jake still couldn't quite believe how he had come (he laughed at his own pun) to be ramming his cock inside of the most beautiful woman on T.V. He took a few seconds to admire her large tits bouncing on each thrust of his cock, and her perfectly coloured skin which he was gripping so tightly in response to her tight, velvety snatch. 

"Turn me over, I want you to fuck me from behind, make me your slut." Myleene said to Jake.

Jake nearly came upon hearing her desire laden voice urge him to fuck her doggy. He grabbed her roughly by her full, soft hips and quickly pulled and turned her until she was on all fours, her luscious arse and dripping pussy facing him.

He put a hand onto his throbbing cock and lined it up with her fuck-hole. He rammed it in all the way and heard Myleene scream with the pleasure of his full penetration. 

"Oh yes, please keep fucking me. Don't you dare ever stop fucking me. Fuck your hore. Fuck her. Make my pussy cum around your cock. Own this pussy. This is your pussy. Make it come on you."

Jake grunted in return to her soft rasps of pleasure, and increased the pace of his thrusts, he was now like a drill, fucking her pussy hard. 

"OH YES FUUUUCK MEEEE." Myleene was screaming with pleasure and jake knew a huge orgasm was on the way for the both of them.

Jake felt Myleene's pussy clench hard, forcing his cock out. He tried to shove his dick back in, but accidentally brushed her engorged clit. This was too much for Myleene, and her pussy literally exploded; she had never known she was a squirter yet her pussy was squirting a stream of pussy juice onto the bed, and she was screaming in pleasure. 

"OHH YES JAKE YOU MAKE ME FEEL SOO GOOD." Screamed Myleene as she continued to spasm and gush over his cock 

The incredibly erotic sight of Myleene Klass screaming with pleasure, while squirting copious amounts of fluid over both his cock and his bed, was far too much for Jake. He thrust back into the now soaked pussy and pumped in and out a few times then moaned loudly as he deposited rope after rope into her fertile pussy. 

"Oh yes fill me with your seed." Myleene urged. "Make me cum again, and make me pregnant from your fertile cum."

The feeling of Jakes cum shooting into her pussy, and the knowledge that she could get pregnant, sent Myleene over the edge again and she climaxed around his still thick cock. 

Jake and Myleene basked in the afterglow of a glorious fuck. And Jake's cock almost got hard again the knowledge that she could be pregnant and that she squirted, and that he had actually fucked Myleene Klass.

Myleene looked back and stared hungrily into Jake's eyes and he knew that even if this night was over, there were many more to cum for the both of them.

*

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Thanks 

Jacob 



Lucky?



I reject your reality, and substitute my own.

This story is going to require putting aside a lot of 'that could never happen' moments in your mind, but isn't that what fantasy is about? This story is meant to arouse, pure and simple. I hope you like it, and please do cast your vote when you finish.

****

"Well, Mr. Phillips, it seems your luck is holding. I'd say we can have you out of those casts in another week or so."

John chuckled while glancing at the casts on his arms and legs that had left him bedridden since the accident weeks before. "If you want to call it luck."

Doctor Davis smiled, enhancing her already attractive features, and shook her head, causing her curly brunette locks to bounce. "When you meet the business end of a forklift, getting away with only broken arms and legs is lucky." She then yawned.

"Sorry to keep you up."

The doctor waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "I'm at the end of my normal day. The last thing we want is to delay your recovery by going against your internal clock. You've worked graveyard shift for over a decade now."

"I appreciate it."

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night."

John watched her leave, his eyes locked on the sexy sway of her bottom. It was one of the few times when he allowed himself the luxury of admiring his stunning doctor. The hospital robe and thin sheets did little to hide an erection, and Doctor Davis certainly had that effect on him.

His manhood swelling beneath the sheets, John lay his head back and wondered how he'd managed to rate such gorgeous doctors and nurses. It was torture at times, but the distraction from his immobility was certainly welcome.

After two years of unwelcome abstinence brought on by long work hours and working the graveyard shift, leaving him awake when everyone else was asleep, he was willing to take what he could get.

****

"One. Two. Three," Amber counted out, and then the blonde smiled. "Rock crushes scissors — I win."

Amber's brunette opponent pouted, lamenting her luck at losing this little game two times in a row. "Lucky bitch."

Amber tossed her golden curls and let an evil grin spread across her face. "You'll win another one eventually." She unbuttoned the top button of her scrubs as she walked over to retrieve a cart with a basin sitting atop it. The tiny opening really revealed nothing at the moment, but she knew that would change when she bent over.

Cathy's mouth dropped open when Amber pushed the cart out in front of the nurse's station. "Oh my god — you're not wearing a bra, you slut."

"I have less to work with, so I have to flaunt it a little," Amber responded to her friend and colleague, who had a full cup size advantage. "I'm going to get a twitch out of that cock one way or another."

Cathy shivered. "If it ever happens to me, I'll probably faint. He's as thick soft as my boyfriend is when he's hard."

"At least you have a boyfriend. I'm just going through batteries," Amber responded as she pushed the cart toward John's room.

****

Here we go again, John thought as the nurse pushed the cart into his room and shut the door.

"Bath time, Mr. Phillips."

As always, John kept his eyes on her face, or stared at the ceiling while the nurse pulled the cart next to the bed and opened his robe. In his mind, he ran through a day at work, letting the details distract him from the attractive woman stroking a warm sponge over his chest.

"You should be able to do this yourself before long," Amber remarked as she dipped the sponge again and leaned over the bed.

"Looking forward to it," John responded, and glanced down. He immediately wished that he hadn't, because he could see straight down the blonde nurse's top. Though her nipples were still hidden in shadows, he could see both obviously firm globes, and knew that she wasn't wearing a bra. He snapped his eyes back to the ceiling, turning his thoughts to the start-of-day procedure at work, the most tedious portion of his normal day.

The sight of her bared charms had eroded his willpower, however. He could feel the faint tingle between his legs, and fought against it with everything he had. When the sponge moved lower, he had to turn his thoughts to even less arousing ones. Despite imagining the most obese, ugly woman he knew, he was losing the fight. When the sponge stroked over his thighs, it was over.

His cock swelling and straightening beyond any ability to control, John muttered, "Sorry," his face warming as blood rushed there as well.

"It's okay," Amber replied, "It's a natural reaction. I was actually a little concerned that you might have some restricted blood flow that the doctor might need to look into."

She continued to wash him despite his ever-growing erection, as if nothing had changed, but it did little to curb John's embarrassment. By the time she stroked the sponge over his family jewels, he was as hard as a rock and twitching from her touches.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," Amber said as she curled the sponge around his cock. "Just relax, we're almost done."

John couldn't help but close his eyes and revel in the feeling as she spent a long time stroking the moist sponge over his cock. When she'd lingered for what must have been a full minute, he opened his eyes and glanced down his body. He found her staring at his cock with nearly undisguised desire in her eyes as she squeezed the sponge tighter around him.

"It's getting a little dry," John suggested as he winced from the sponge scraping over his hard flesh.

"Sorry," Amber apologized as she uncurled her hand from around him, causing him to throb and twitch. Her voice had a husky quality that matched the hunger in her eyes, and he could see her stiff nipples pressing against the material of her scrubs.

"It's okay," John responded as he locked eyes with her. Her deep blue eyes drew him in, and some distant part of him was aware that she was breathing heavily. "It felt good," he said, his tongue acting before his brain could stop it.

Amber sucked in a deep breath and shuddered. She smiled and said, "That's my job — to get you feeling better."

"It's working," John said, caught up in her beautiful face, sexy body, and her eyes falling to his cock as he spoke.

"There's something else I could do," she said in a breathless whisper.

In complete disbelief, John couldn't answer that. The hard organ dancing between his legs was speaking volumes, however.

Amber curled her soft hand around his shaft, her fingers unable to touch around his girth. She stroked her hand slowly over him, using the other to pop open more buttons on her scrubs, fully revealing her breasts to him.

"Incredible," he sighed as the perky globes emerged from beneath the cloth.

Amber moved her hand down to the base of his erection, leaving just the swollen head and a little over an inch of the shaft exposed above her fingers. That didn't last long, as she leaned down to take him in her mouth.

John let out a short, quiet groan as her hot mouth surrounded him. She bobbed her head over him, her lips stretched wide around his girth. Her long blonde hair tickled him as her lips and tongue worked their magic on his cock.

He winced a little as his casts bit into him from the involuntary muscle contractions that she was causing as she sucked him. When she looked up into his eyes at the top of a stroke, his hips bounced upward, pushing his tip against the back of her tongue.

Though she let out a little gagging cough, she didn't release him. He could see a thick coating of her saliva on his cock, which was now dripping down over her hand as well.

It had been a while, even before the accident that had laid him up, and John knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "Close," he warned in a whispered grunt.

Amber responded only by sucking him even harder and faster. John clenched his teeth, fighting against the groans that wanted to escape him. He still growled, deep in his throat, when he erupted.

Amber quietly moaned around him as she sucked and swallowed, drinking up his cum as it spurted from him again and again. Thankfully, she released him when he grew too sensitive to handle any more, because he couldn't even move enough to push her away if she hadn't.

"Holy shit," John groaned once he recovered his breath. He looked up at Amber to see her still bare breasted, daubing at the saliva on her chin with a towel.

A little fear crept into her eyes as she appeared to realize what she'd done. "You won't tell anyone, will you? I could lose my job. I shouldn't have done that."

"Not a soul. God, that was incredible."

Amber buttoned her scrubs and smiled, convinced by the tone in his voice. "Are you okay for me to wash you off?"

John let out another quiet groan and answered, "Not really, but make it quick."

He breathed heavily as she sponged away her saliva and his cum from his softening cock, and then let out a sigh of relief when she blotted him dry.

"I need to get back to the station," she said as she closed his robe, but not until she'd allowed herself another lingering glance at his cock.

"Wish I could do something for you."

Amber purred, "Me too. I'm so wet. Do you want a taste?"

"Oh yeah."

She glanced back at the door for a second, and then quickly pulled down the front of her pants. She tugged aside her pink panties, revealing the most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen, and dipped a finger inside her.

He sucked her glistening finger clean as she covered herself again with her other hand.

"You taste good."

"So did you. I've got to go. You won't tell anyone?"

"Nobody. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble."

"I'm already in trouble. I'm going to be horny as hell for the rest of the night," Amber remarked, and then pushed her cart toward the door.

John smiled as she let her hips sway for his adoring eyes, wondering if this was a one time thing, or whether bath time had just become a lot less nerve-wracking.

****

"That took longer than usual," Cathy remarked with a crooked smile when Amber returned to the station. "So..?"

Amber looked around to make sure that nobody else was near, and then curled her fingers to show the girth of his cock.

"Oh — my — god," Cathy whispered. "Seriously?"

Amber nodded.

"He didn't freak out, did he?"

Amber shook her head. "I said that it was a good sign that he didn't have any blood flow restrictions and he seemed okay after that."

"I don't suppose we could skip the game and just let me have a turn next time?"

Amber replied, "Oh no," and then let out a little laugh.

Cathy sat down and said, "Bitch." She then laughed as well, and gestured for her friend to sit down. "Okay, describe every little detail of it so I can fantasize about it the next time Ron's humping on me."

Amber sat down as well, and leaned in close to tease her friend — and herself.

****

Cathy pushed the cart into John's room, feeling a rush of euphoria from having won the rock-paper-scissors round to have her turn bathing the handsome young patient. She'd taken a cue from Amber, removing her bra and leaving a button unhooked before preparing the cart.

She could feel the tingle of fresh wetness between her legs when she saw the bulge beneath his hospital robe. She'd seen him many times, and knew that the increased hump meant that he was already hard. She wasn't even going to have to try to tease him to erection. It was all she could do not to shudder and touch herself when she opened his robe to see it in all its glory.

"Sorry about that," John said, though there wasn't much in the way of apology in his tone.

"It's quite okay. We were on the verge of mentioning it to the doctor because we were concerned about constricted blood flow." Cathy dipped the sponge and added, "Doesn't look like we have to worry about that." She turned away for a second to hide her wince when she heard the desire in her voice.

"I guess it will probably be easier to wash with all the wrinkles out," John joked, his erection twitching before her eyes, and his gaze locked on her revealed cleavage.

Cathy felt a little self-conscious under his stare for a moment, but she couldn't think of much else for long with his fascinating, amazingly thick cock only inches away from her. Though only average in length, it was bigger around than any cock she'd ever seen — or even imagined. She had little trouble keeping a smile on her face as she brought the sponge to his body.

The little sighs that he emitted as she washed him served to drive her to a fever pitch. The tingle between her legs quickly transformed into an ache, and she found it nearly impossible to avoid drinking in the sight of him — so hard and throbbing. 

"You seem a little distracted," John said with a smile, his eyes unashamedly roaming over her body, especially her breasts.

"You're usually pretty nervous during a sponge bath," Cathy responded, beginning to suspect that her friend had done more than seen his cock last time.

"It was just a little intimidating to have a beautiful woman standing over you while you were naked, at first."

Cathy dipped the sponge again to wash his lower abdomen, still well-defined with muscle despite the weeks of forced bed rest. "Thank you. Amber must have done a good job of convincing you to relax."

"Yeah, she did."

Cathy's suspicions grew even stronger from the tone in his voice. It wouldn't be the first time that her friend had done something risky with a patient. A few months earlier, Amber had admitted to baring her breasts and pussy for a kindly — if lusty — old man dying of cancer to fulfill his final wish.

She didn't know at the time that she was the third in line to do so, following Cathy and another nurse on an earlier shift. The three had shared a quiet laugh, and it did much to explain why he had passed with such a wide smile on his face.

Another glance at John's cock gave Cathy an urge to lick her lips, and made her wonder if she wasn't second in line this time. The more she considered that Amber might have sucked his cock — or more — the hotter she felt.

Cathy moved on to his loins, his cock now filling her vision and her fantasies. A clear drop of pre-cum welled up from his tip as she washed him, making her even more aroused. She knew that he was purposely contracting his muscles to make his cock twitch, attracting her eyes to it. She squeezed her own intimate muscles, trying to quell the desire building deep inside her.

His groans were undeniably sexual as she washed his cock, and she wanted to drop the sponge to replace it with her hand from the moment she touched him. Fearful of the potential consequences, she kept a tight rein on her own needs. "All done."

She couldn't have missed the disappointment in his eyes if she'd tried. He was hoping for more, and Cathy had little doubt as to why. "Amber took good care of you last time, didn't she?"

"Well, yeah," John replied, looking a bit nervous.

"We're good friends," Cathy hinted, her desire surging.

John smiled and said, "Keep secrets for each other and things, huh."

"All the time."

"So if you knew that she'd done something that could get her in trouble, you'd never tell anyone?"

"Like sucking your cock?" Cathy asked, all her inhibitions burning up in the flame of her arousal.

"Yeah, like that."

"You can't let on to anyone but us. You have to promise. Not any of the other nurses or anything."

"Promise. Two hot nurses is more than enough for me."

"God, you have such an incredible cock," Cathy breathed as she wrapped her hands around it and stroked it.

"I want to suck on those big tits," John said, his eyes fixated on her chest.

Cathy let out a quiet gasp and quickly popped open her blouse, freeing her heavy breasts. She leaned over him and shuddered as he sucked her right nipple between his lips. "That feels so good. I'm so hot."

John released her right nipple to suck on the left for a second before saying, "I feel like I'm about to explode."

Cathy let out a gasp and stood back up, turning toward his cock. Her lips stretched wider than ever before as she took him in.

"Holy shit," John sighed as she took him all the way to the root, her nose nestled in the curly hairs at the base.

She sucked him hard and fast, eager to feel him explode in her mouth, but mindful that she could get caught, even if she and Amber were usually the only ones in the ward at this time of night. Unable to ignore her own needs, she slipped a hand beneath her pants and rubbed her aching need through her panties.

"Let me see," John gasped out, upon noticing her playing with herself.

Cathy let him slip free of her lips with a wet pop, and quickly turned around. She pulled her pants and panties down to her thighs before taking him in her mouth again, her fingers dancing over her shaved nether lips.

John watched her for a few seconds, and then groaned, "Closer."

Cathy glanced over to see him wiggling his fingers. It took some effort, and the position wasn't exactly comfortable, but she managed to move to where she could continue sucking his cock while he fingered her wet heat.

Cathy moaned around his thick organ as his talented fingers rubbed and probed her, rapidly building her toward a crescendo. Flavorful bursts of pre-cum flooded her mouth as the hot tingle in her depths grew stronger by the second, even though his fingers slowed as he neared his own peak.

"Gonna come," he grunted when he reached the point of no return.

Cathy cupped his tight balls in her hand and took him as hard and fast as she could, her jaw and lips both burning from opening wide enough to take him in. After only a few more sucks, he growled and erupted in a hot burst into her mouth.

Though she choked a little, Cathy eagerly gulped down his creamy offering, moaning as it settled warmly in her belly. She kept sucking after he stopped spurting, coaxing every drop that she could from him. All the while, his fingers haltingly teased her aching sex.

He panted for breath when she released him to lick up a dribble that had escaped her to hang from her lower lip. She reached back to rub her clit while he tried to keep thrusting a finger into her depths.

"Up... Up here," John groaned, and then wiggled his tongue suggestively when she glanced toward him.

Cathy whimpered in her throat and stood to drop her pants to the floor. She carefully avoided his casts, and managed to straddle his face, her juices dripping onto his lips even before she settled.

She had to clamp her hand tight over her mouth as he went to work, his tongue swirling over her like a living thing. She ground her folds against his lips, already on the edge within seconds of his first lap.

Pained, stifled whimpers fought for release as he brought her to orgasm, causing her whole body to tremble. She had to lift her quivering pussy from his lips long before he was ready to stop licking for her juices, unable to endure the pleasure any longer. Only moments later, she had to fight for the coordination to climb from the bed, her legs cramping up from the powerful contractions of her muscles.

Somehow, she managed the presence of mind to pull on her pants and button her top, afraid of anyone discovering her. John licked his lips and smiled at her. "I liked that. You wanted to scream, didn't you?"

"God yes," Cathy replied, and then leaned over him to kiss him and lap her juices from his chin. "You made me come so hard."

"Me too," he chuckled.

The phone ringing at the nurse's station jolted Cathy back to reality. "We've got to clean up before anyone finds out."

John nodded and let her wipe her juices from her face, and her saliva from his flaccid cock. A minute or two later, his robe covered him again.




Lucky?



"So when's my next bath?" He asked as the still panting Cathy tried to straighten out her hair and clothing.

"Soon," she purred, and kissed him once more before going to check in the bathroom mirror to make sure she wasn't disheveled.

He wiggled his fingers in an approximation of a wave as she left the room with her cart.

Amber's eyes lit up when Cathy returned to the nurse's station. "I know that freshly-fucked look," she whispered, and then emphatically gestured for her friend to join her behind the counter.

****

"Well, you're in good spirits, Mr. Phillips," Doctor Davis remarked as she checked his chart.

"Best hospital stay I've ever had," John said with a wide smile. After over a week of giving and receiving oral pleasure with his two sex-hungry nurses — often from both each night — he certainly was in fine spirits.

"Everything looks good, so we'll take those casts off tomorrow."

"So I guess I don't have to worry about jostling any more?"

"No, the breaks have healed, so you can ask the nurses to help you sit up and move around a bit more. You're going to have to have some therapy to retrain your muscles after so long in bed. Odds are that you won't be able to go home for a while, and you won't be able to return to work for a while after that."

"I have a good disability plan at work, so I guess I'll just enjoy the vacation."

"That's the spirit. I'll see you tomorrow, then. I'll have the nurses put you on a massage pad to help with some of those muscle aches, since it's safe to move you enough now."

"Thank you, Doctor."

John smiled as his sexy doctor left the room, happy with the prognosis. The only reason his two hot nurses hadn't straddled his cock yet was because of the movement restrictions. With those restrictions removed, he was anticipating the best night of his life.

****

"Heads," Amber called as Cathy flipped the coin.

Cathy sighed, "You win."

"You'll get your turn," Amber whispered, her voice full of anticipation. "We already know he can get hard again in no time, with the proper encouragement."

"I'll key the intercom in his room if anyone else comes up on the floor, or one of the patients gets up or something. You're going to have to listen for it and not get too distracted."

"I know. It won't be easy. Come on — let's pass out the meds. I'm practically dripping."

"So am I, and I have to wait for hours."

"I bet it will be worth the wait."

"Me too," Cathy responded with a silvery little laugh.

****

John smiled as Amber entered, and quickly shut the door behind her. She didn't say a word as she sauntered into the bathroom and took off her clothes, the plan that she'd worked out with her friend. If Cathy buzzed the intercom, she'd quickly close John's robe and hurry into the bathroom to dress again, which would give her a few extra seconds if necessary.

John couldn't wait. He'd been at least half-hard for hours in anticipation, and couldn't even adjust himself to relieve the pressure. Amber walked out pinching the pale pink nipples capping her breasts, and wasted no time climbing into the bed.

"God, I've been waiting for this," Amber said in a sultry voice as she climbed onto the bed, the little blonde triangle on her mound pointing at her bare-shaven labia drawing his eyes.

"Me too," John breathed as she straddled his hips and reached for his cock.

Amber rubbed the swollen tip of his cock over her nether lips, letting him feel the abundant wetness there, and then angled his cock between her folds. She sank down slowly, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth wide open, and her jaw trembling.

John let out a long, hard breath as her tight pussy wrapped around him for the first time. She felt incredible, as hot and wet as any woman he'd ever been with.

"S-so big," she stuttered as her intimate muscles clamped down on him, squeezing him even tighter.

He stared between their bodies, loving the sight of her pussy straining to contain him, her lips stretched taut around his girth. A thick sheathe of her wetness coated him as she rose up over his erection, her labia clinging to him in a soft, slippery caress.

Amber leaned forward, bracing one hand on the bed while she slipped the other between her legs. Her breasts jiggled right in front of his face as she rode him, rocking her hips to stroke him inside her while she circled her clit with the fingertips of her other hand.

John grinned and tapped the controls of the massage mat beneath him, cranking it up to maximum vibration.

Amber choked off a yelp as the powerful vibrations flowed through his body and into hers. Her hips moved faster, as did her fingers. Her face flushed red, spreading down to her chest, as the combination of his cock, her fingers, and the humming mat drove her to new heights of pleasure.

"Love — your — cock," Amber gasped as she rode him, her bottom starting to slap against his thighs, and probably scraping against his casts as well.

"Damn, that pussy feels good. Come for me," John growled, wishing he could grab her and hold her against him, or even better, turn her over and pound her hard.

"So good. So big. So hard," the blonde nurse whimpered as she rose up onto her knees again, her fingers now a blur over her clit.

"Make that tight little pussy come," John encouraged her, his eyes roving from her now bouncing breasts, up to her flushed face, and down to his cock vanishing ever more rapidly inside her.

"Oh! Oh! Oh my god!" The words bubbled from her lips in carefully controlled whimpers as she drew closer to the edge.

John could feel the hot itch of his own climax building as he listened to the sweet symphony of her bottom slapping off his thighs and the squishy sound of his cock plowing into her soaked pussy. He fought against the urge to come, but knew that he was losing the battle to the sexy nurse riding him.

"So close. Going to come," Amber yelped, almost too loud, though neither she nor John noticed the dangerous volume.

John growled as he tried to keep his semen contained, but couldn't hold out any longer. With a grunt, he blasted his cream deep inside her.

As he swelled, pulsed, and pumped her full of cum, Amber tumbled over the edge as well. Her fingers froze over her clit and she pressed hard against him, her walls clamping down on him like a vise. She had her head thrown back, thrusting her breasts out at him, and her mouth open in a silent scream. She quivered and twitched as the vibrations flowing through his thick cock kept stimulating her even after she stopped moving.

When the first wave of orgasm finally released her, Amber sucked in a great breath of air and fell forward against his chest. She panted and gasped for breath, her firm breasts tight against him, and her pussy rhythmically squeezing him with every spike of pleasure running through her body.

"Oh g-god. Oh god. S-so f-fucking g-g-good," Amber stammered, still unable to open her eyes.

"Hell yeah," John echoed, twitching from the squeeze of her around his over-sensitive cock.

For long minutes, Amber could do nothing except lie atop him, her pussy burning and throbbing with pleasure at the same time. An involuntary twitch caused him to slip from her, spilling their mingled juices all over him and the still vibrating mat beneath her. She managed to turn off the mat, and then summoned up her strength to rise.

She was still dripping his cream when she rose, and covered her sex with her hand as she struggled to climb off of the bed. He smiled once she regained her feet and switched hands, bringing her cum-soaked fingers to her lips to lick them clean.

"Need to..." Amber stopped to suck in a deep breath, and then gestured with her head toward the bathroom.

John nodded, and then smiled as she waddled to the bathroom, trying to keep from dripping on the floor.

Amber returned on weak knees a minute or two later with a towel, and did her best to clean up the evidence. She did what she could, but knew that she and Cathy would have to change the bed after the brunette had her turn. She looked down at his flaccid cock and shuddered, remembering how he'd felt inside her.

"I'm going to walk funny for a week," she said with a little chuckle.

"You're fucking incredible," John said as she leaned down to kiss him.

"So are you. I thought you were going to split me in half, but it was so good." She then looked at the clock and said, "I'd better get back out there."

John let out a satisfied sigh and said, "Okay."

Still a little wobbly, Amber returned to the bathroom to dress, and blew a kiss to her patient before leaving the room.

John lay back to doze, to recover his strength for round two in a little while.

****

John awoke with a start, quite surprised that he'd fallen asleep. He was hardly upset by what had awakened him, however. Cathy leaned over him where she'd just finished opening his robe and teased his cock with her heavy breasts.

John admired her full, heart-shaped ass, a nice contrast to Amanda's dancer's butt. She nestled his slowly hardening cock between her breasts and tickled the tip with her tongue.

"Why don't we warm each other up," John suggested.

Cathy let out a purr and climbed up onto the bed. She knelt over him and teased her large, pinky-tip sized nipples while squatting down to tickle his tummy with the dark racing stripe of curls on her mound. After a lick of her lips, she stood up and walked carefully to the head of the bed. With a quick turn, she knelt down again and filled his senses with the sight, scent, and taste of eager, aroused woman.

Cathy's tongue danced over his stiffening organ as he lapped her folds, finding her just as wet as Amber had been. He couldn't wait to have his cock buried inside her as well. Soon enough, he stretched the brunette's lips as her juices dribbled into his mouth.

John managed to get one last swipe of his tongue as Cathy lifted her hips. She once again stood and turned around before settling to her knees over his erection. She lay down atop him, her wet folds against his tummy, and said, "I want that cock inside me."

"It's all yours," John said. "It's not as if I could stop you, if I wanted to."

"Mmm — I'm going to have my way with you," she said as she scooted backwards, into position.

John could hear the wet crackle of his cock penetrating her as she guided it into her depths. She wiggled her ass when he hit bottom, stirring his thick member inside her with a little moan.

Cathy leaned forward, dangling her pendulous breasts in front of his face, and guided her right nipple into his mouth. He suckled the stiff bud while she ground against him, the hot friction on her clit causing her to moan again.

She offered him her other nipple, and then returned to the first, her hips continuing to slowly swivel and grind over his buried cock. Finally, she could resist her need no longer, and sat up over him, pulling her nipple from his mouth with a slurping pop.

Rather than bouncing as Amber had, Cathy continued to swivel her hips while she lifted her hood to directly rub her clit. As she grew more excited, she turned her efforts to rocking her hips, which allowed her to move much faster.

Cathy groaned as her pleasure mounted and John admired her swinging breasts, the motion growing more pronounced as she strove for greater stimulation. Though he reveled in the feeling of her tight pussy squeezing him, he was nowhere near a climax when she soared toward her first orgasm.

Cathy rocked her hips violently, her fast-moving fingers spattering her abundant wetness over John's tummy as she rode him. Her energetic motions hovered just below the point of painful to him as she neared her peak, and then tumbled over the precipice.

John clenched his muscles to rise up toward her a little and make his cock throb as she came. He could feel a stream of her juices meandering down his balls, and the sight of her silently screaming, her face a brilliant shade of red, made him wish he could move enough to thrust up into her.

Cathy's head lashed back and forth, whipping her curly brown locks as her body undulated atop him, riding the waves of her orgasm. She gasped, panted, and whimpered, senseless from the pleasure and starting to worry him that she'd cry out too loudly and cause a scene that would end the chance of any more nocturnal visits from the two nurses. Thankfully, she settled down from her peak without loosing the scream that obviously wanted to erupt from her.

The beautiful brunette collapsed against his chest, still breathing heavily, and occasionally twitching her hips. As best he could with the restrictive casts, John tried to thrust into her, seeking his own release.

With a gasp, Cathy levered up onto her hands. This time the motion of her hips stroked him inside of her, building his own ecstasy.

"Damn, those tits look good swinging in front of my face."

"Ah, I love your big fucking cock. Does your nurse's little pussy feel good?"

"Hell yes," he responded, now feeling the itch of his own climax approaching.

"Oh my fucking... I'm close again," Cathy said in a voice husky from the effort of her hips pumping on his erection. "Fucking love your cock."

"Oh yeah. That's it," John grunted, nearly there.

"You going to come?" Cathy asked, now bucking with wild abandon on his cock.

"Fuck yeah."

"Do it. Fill my pussy full of cum." The last word turned into a quiet, high-pitched moan as her own ecstasy gathered, preparing to unleash.

"Yeah," John responded in a long growl, and then groaned as he spurted his seed inside her, coating her walls.

John grunted and gasped as she continued to bounce on his cock, seeking her own release. Just as he thought he wouldn't be able to handle any more, her eyes popped wide open and she let out a squeal. He felt her pussy clamp down on him, and she trembled through her climax.

As with Amber before, Cathy cleaned up the evidence. She didn't use a towel until after she'd lapped up all she could with her tongue, though. She managed to help John move enough to change the bedding by herself, feeling a burst of energy from her orgasms.

I guess I am lucky, He thought as she left the room with a wave and a final shiver.

****

Cathy froze when she stepped out of the room to see Doctor Davis standing in front of the nurse's station. She could see the fear in Amber's eyes, and felt it grip her as well.

"Come here," Doctor Davis said in a tone that said she would accept no excuses, her expression hard and unrelenting.

Cathy swallowed, her stomach sour and tears welling up in her eyes. Having little alternative, she crossed to the nurse's station to join her likewise misty-eyed blonde friend.

****

John was surprised to see Doctor Davis when he looked away from the television upon hearing the door open. She was the last person he expected to see at after three a.m. She shut the door behind her and immediately crossed to the bed.

"What is it, Doc?"

She pulled over a stool and sat down next to the bed, taking off her glasses at the same time. "It has come to my attention that two of your nurses, Amber and Cathy, may have behaved in a very unprofessional manner toward you."

John shrugged his shoulders and lied, "Not that I've noticed."

"Hmm," Doctor Davis said as she tapped her folded glasses against her chin. "Are you sure? If they've made you uncomfortable with any sort of unwelcome advances, all you have to do is tell me."

With a shake of his head and a smile, John said, "Nope. They haven't made me uncomfortable at all. Somebody must be trying to get them in trouble."

The doctor put down her glasses. "I see. I don't believe you, however." She stood up and added, "I'm going to need a sample."

"Of what?"

A mischievous grin spread across her face as she laid her hand over his cock. "Of this."

John grinned as she pulled out the pins holding up her hair, letting the dark waves cascade down to her shoulders. His smile grew even wider as she unbuttoned her lab coat, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything beneath it.

Her breasts were a little larger than Amber's, just as firm, and a perfect, teardrop shape. Small dark nipples surmounted the enticing globes, obviously stiff with desire. The doctor had a thick nest of curls on her mound, though her labia were bare. 

By the time the doctor peeled open his robe, John was already half hard. A few teasing brushes of her fingertips was all it took to bring him to full erection. He was a little sore from the recent workout, but willing to endure for the greater good.

Still wearing her open lab coat, with her stethoscope around her neck, she climbed onto the bed to straddle him. "Just relax, Mr. Phillips. This won't hurt a bit."

"I'm a big boy, Doc," he responded.

"Mmm — yes you are," she said as she reached back to aim his cock into her. She gasped as she sank down on him in one quick drop. "A very big boy."

"Is this part of my physical therapy?" John asked as she rocked on his erection while caressing her breasts.

"Yes. I thought we'd start a little early. We'll be doing this at least once a day, and I'm going to need a daily semen sample as well. We'll probably have to continue your therapy even after you're released."

"You're the doctor," John said with a chuckle.

She put the stethoscope in her ears and leaned down, pressing the cold metal against his chest. After a few seconds, she removed the instrument and said, "Your pulse seems a little elevated." She leaned down a little further and said, "Take two of these and see how you feel," while offering her breasts to his lips.

John suckled her left nipple for a few seconds while she twitched her hips over his cock. "If all medicine was this good, nobody would ever want to get better," he said before switching to her other breast.

After a minute or so of suckling her nipples while she gyrated on his cock, the doctor sat up and reached into the pocket of her lab coat. She pulled out something and slipped it over the tip of her middle finger, which he recognized as a tiny vibrator when she turned it on.

She started slowly, rising and falling over his hips with agonizing slowness, taking him into her depths, and then withdrawing until the rim of his cock head just peeked between her stretched labia. She rocked the tiny vibe back and forth over her hood, letting the buzz awaken her hidden clitoris.

Desensitized from having already flooded his two nurses with cum this evening, John didn't even feel the beginning of a climax building within him, despite how good his doctor's tight pussy felt wrapped around him. Even when she bounced over him faster, he knew that she was well ahead of him.

The doctor's breasts bounced as she rode him, one hand ministering to her clit with the vibrator while the other alternately braced her into slightly different positions, or tweaked her stiff nipples. Her creamy juices soon sparkled in the dark curls on her mound, and the stiff hairs at the base of his shaft.

Soon enough, she was riding him so hard that the bed started to creak, which it hadn't done with the other two women. John felt his ass sinking into the mattress from the force of her bottom slapping against him.

"You're d-doing very well," she panted as she rode him hard, every deep penetration making a squishy sound because of how wet she was. "I think we'll need to... Oh, forget it. God, your cock feels good."

"Come for me, Doc," John said, correctly assuming that she was on the edge of orgasm.

"I think I can do that for y-you," she responded, the last, stammering word rising in pitch as her head snapped forward, hiding her face in a curtain of dark waves. She braced her hands on the bed next to him, her slippery finger vibe humming against his side as she came. She continued to haltingly bounce on him, drawing out her orgasm.




Lucky?



John rocked his hips back and forth, keeping her coming as well. He could feel the tremors of her orgasm rippling through her body, every bit as powerful as the vibrations of her tiny toy. Finally, her head dropped even lower as her ecstasy gave her respite.

She panted for breath and chuckled, her walls still caressing him with rhythmic contractions. "That was..." She took a deep breath and tried again. "That was incredible."

John gave her a minute or two to catch her breath and stop trembling, and then said, "Are you ready for that semen sample?"

The doctor let out a growling purr and rose up over his hips again. "Fill my cup."

John gasped and groaned as she stroked him with her slippery canal, her intimate muscles tightly clenched so that he could feel her surrounding every inch of him. Her patience must have worn out as the pleasure built inside her again, because the speed of her bouncing hips suddenly increased.

This time, John knew he was rising right along with her. Even as the pleasure built in her expression, he could feel his cum bubbling up for release. Her vibe returned to her clit, slipping beneath the hood to directly stimulate the swollen bud this time.

She yelped, and he groaned as they reached simultaneous orgasm. Her womb fluttered and her walls closed tight about him as he spurted what little cream his body had managed to manufacture deep inside her. The beautiful brunette let out a content moan, her hips twitching in circles as she caressed her tummy and mound.

As he softened inside her, the doctor rose up onto her knees above him, letting his cock slip free. She gathered up the mingled cream leaking from her depths, bringing it to her lips to lap it up with hungry moans. When she ceased to drip, she plunged her fingers inside her for more.

John watched the whole time through heavy eyelids, wondering how much more fun he might have once he could actually move again. He was drifting in and out of sleep as she cleaned him up, and he'd fully succumbed by the time she dressed and left.

****

Doctor Davis stepped out of the room, her hair still down and disheveled. The two nurses smiled, happy that her initial hard reaction was nothing but an act. Amber reached beneath the counter and retrieved the doctor's clothes, handing them to her after a quick glance to make sure that nobody was watching.

The doctor smoothed back her hair and shivered, little shocks of her orgasms still creeping up on her even now. "He's going to need a great deal of physical therapy, so I'll be here every night to start it. Once I've finished my part, the two of you can take over."

"Understood, Doctor," Cathy said with a smile and a twitch of her eyebrows.

"It's time like this when you remember why you got into medicine, isn't it?" Doctor Davis remarked with a little laugh.

"Oh yes," Cathy replied.

"Absolutely," Amber agreed.

"Bet he thinks he's lucky now," the doctor said with a wink as she gingerly strolled to the elevator.



Lucky



My thanks to dannythebaltimoron for editing this piece and for his insightful words in helping the story come to life. 

*

I stood at the window, my eyes taking in the spectacle that was the dancing fountains of the Bellagio. The colors and the spectacle should have buoyed my resolve. Instead I simply watched and did what I always did; I worried. I sighed as I let the curtain fall closed. I looked around the opulent room, my single suitcase sitting at the foot of the silk sheeted bed. 

Murphy's law: If anything could go wrong it would. While anyone else would have considered an upgrade to a high roller suite because of a booking snafu to be a blessing, I of course saw it as a curse. I had only justified my feelings moments before; when the bellman had dropped off my meager baggage, and graced me with a look like I'd taken a dump in the middle of the living room floor. He'd looked at the $5 tip for a moment before issuing a rather smarmy, "Thanks, big spender." 

Some saw the glass as half full, mine was always half empty. In addition the ice had melted and the remaining soda has fallen flat. Some people are optimists, others pessimists. I'm more of a doom and gloom kind of guy. Waiting for the other shoe to fall, trying to decide if it will be the heel or the sole which will squash me like a bug first. Little did I know just how right I would be. 

The weekend in Las Vegas had been a spur of the moment kind of thing, thus my arrival at two in the morning. I had once heard a comedian say of Vegas, "Get yourself a hundred dollars worth of quarters and start to flush them down the toilet one by one. Eventually the toilet will back up and you'll feel like a winner." I would be remiss if I told you that was what I found every time I came here. Usually I would hold my own, winning a little or losing a little, in the end departing with just about the same amount I came there with. Even was just about as good as it got for me. 

Taking one final look around, my eyes falling on the rather extensive mini bar, the $12 bottle of water on top of it, I shook my head from side to side, wondering when the world had gone crazy. Unfortunately I was unaware that crazy was about to take up residency, right alongside me. 

I left the room and locked the door behind me; my eyes were looking straight down, as always. I found it easier not to make eye contact with people, thus avoiding the blank look on women's faces as they looked behind me to see who might be standing there. It's not that I'm ugly, I'm just...me. Average, plain, boring, you name it; I'm one of "those". I think I could commit murder in front of hundreds of people and not a single one of them could pick me out of a lineup. I'm that forgettable. 

Since I didn't take the time to look up, I didn't see the figure who was standing at the end of the hall. Standing there silently, simply watching. I went in the other direction, towards the elevator as a pair of eyes followed my progress. I stepped into the glass elevator, my destination easily seen as it opened on the casino floor. I went forth, seconds later the same person following safely from a distance. 

It's safe to say, I'm certainly no high roller, but I don't play the penny slots either. Blackjack was the single game I enjoyed, though I had a dealer tell me once they had never seen anyone look so blasé, even when they won. Highs and lows aren't exactly my forte; I keep an even keel. I always dress in plain black, staying in the shadows when best I could; simply existing. Existing to me meant not getting hurt. No, that's not right. It meant not giving yourself the opportunity to get hurt. 

You grow weary over time, not being good enough, not being anything enough. Being painfully shy makes things difficult enough as it is, being tongue tied when it comes to the fairer sex makes it worse. Blushing a scarlet red in the presence of a woman usually leads to a rather quick, one sided conversation. Finally, you just decide to exist. Probably not the best of explanations but it's the only one I have. 

The casino had its own beat, it danced to its own particular music. There was the out of town people. Their eyes wide open at the glitz and the glamour, not realizing it was more illusion than real. There were the regulars, the ones who would gamble on through the night, the clock now approaching three. I looked, seeing several tables with high stakes, the crowds around them the beautiful people. The men with women hanging on their arms, the women who played, dressed to the nines, as much to be seen there, more than anything. 

I passed by, unnoticed as I saw a table near the end, $10 minimum, $500 maximum and I sat down, the dealer looking anything but interested. I pulled out $100, got my 10 chips and put a single one down, the game was on. I'd win one, the house would win one, the pattern as always staying fairly true to form. You would think I would grow weary of it but it seemed to be a constant. The pattern was something I could hold on to, like a comfortable shirt. 

When things changed I really didn't know what to do. I had watched a guy play one time, seeing his system, starting off with a single chip and if he won, leaving both in. If he won again, getting four chips for his two he had bet, he would leave three and pull one out. The next time if he won, he would get six chips and pull two out. I guess I never really expected to ever get on a roll like that but damn, if suddenly I didn't. 

I'd never had a hundred dollar bet out in front of me before but then again I'd never had a dealer look over and give the pit boss "that look". He sauntered over, a bit of a fake smile on his face as he looked at the rather large stack of chips before me. I wanted to say something to the effect of, "Hey, I'm not smart enough to count cards or anything. This kind of thing just doesn't happen to me, okay?" Instead all I could do was just sit there, like an idiot feeling bad because I was winning. 

The dealer laid down a hand, he with a seven showing, me with two face cards and I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I wanted to prove to them that I wasn't cheating or that I was a complete imbecile. I split the two face cards. The look I got from both of them confirmed that they knew I wasn't cheating; they knew now I was retarded. The only problem is the dealer dealt the next two cards to me and both of them were aces. 

This time when the pit boss moved over, picking up a phone and speaking in a low tone I got ready to speak. To say something, anything but it wasn't meant to be. I saw the look on the dealer's face, his eyes opening a bit wide as I felt someone standing behind me. A voice softly saying, "Are you always at lucky at everything like you are at cards?" 

I could smell the scent, the perfume which wafted over my shoulder but I knew it couldn't be lady luck. I quickly reached out, pulling the chips from the table where he had stacked my two winning hands and only left a single chip in place for my next bet. The pit boss turned, seeing it, but he didn't really seem interested. Like the dealer, he only had eyes for the woman whose voice I had heard and even now seemed to be standing far too close for my comfort. 

Sure enough, a hand was dealt, the dealer turning over his king and ace. The next hand, I busted and finally the third, another blackjack and I stood up. Her perfume almost making me feel drunk, the scent so intoxicating as I began to pick up the chips, the rather massive stack before me. "Would you like for me to cash those in for you sir?" I must have looked like a deranged lunatic. I kept grabbing at them, stuffing them in my pockets, holding them to my chest. Several fell on the floor as I scrambled for them, only to finally stand, almost running from the scene of the crime. 

I caught a glimpse of her, just a fleeting snapshot which stayed in my mind. She was curvaceous and had short brown hair with gold highlights; but it was the sight of a woman in the stifling heat of Las Vegas, wearing a full length mink coat which captured my eye. Other than that, all I saw was my feet moving quickly, my stride widening as I went across the carpeting, as I made a bee line for the elevator. My heart was racing as if it were ready to burst from my chest. 

I opened the door to my room, almost stumbling across the threshold, chips flying from my hands as they spilled onto the carpet. I sighed as I got down on my hands and knees. I started picking them up and tossing them onto the table. I wasn't even thinking I had not shut the door; it still slightly ajar. It was only when I had picked up the last $10 piece that I heard a familiar voice say, "You never did answer my question, are you?" 

I forced myself to turn, the woman standing in the doorway which showed her in backlight, her hand stretching up, the pose almost...staged. All I could do was just stand there, as incapable of speech as if I had simply forgotten the entire alphabet. She strode confidently into the room. Her voice soft, almost hypnotic like saying, "Well Mr. Samuels, are you?" 

For lack of a better word, she simply shimmered as she glided across my room, the full length garment she wore just touching the floor. If this would have been a cartoon you would have seen my eyes bug out and steam come out of my ears. She reminded me of the pin up girls of old; the ones you would see in black lace, standing in the shadows. She kept walking towards me, like a lioness stalking her helpless prey. I certainly couldn't have moved from the spot. I felt as though my shoes had been nailed to the floor. 

She wore a black lace bra, displaying her rather impressive assets. Black lace panties with a matching garter belt. Black lace stockings leading down to a rather decadent looking pair of heels, which explained how she seemed to be so tall; taller than even I. Where seconds before she had shimmered, now she sauntered, walking up to me with a smile playing across her lips. Her hands went around my neck as she leaned in, whispering in my ear, "You are Jonathan Samuels, aren't you?" 

Her breath was warm against my flesh, her lips almost directly against it. Somehow I managed to stammer forth yes, nodding my head like some kind of bobble head dog in the back of a car. She said simply, "Good." I felt a sting, a sharp pain on the back of my neck. I jerked, my head snapping back as I found myself looking into her green eyes. This time I didn't see the come hither look I could have sworn she had used when she made her entrance. The look now was cold, distant and then...it wasn't at all. 

I'm not sure how long I was unconscious, though it must have been for quite sometime. I opened my eyes to the sight of what looked like a bad film set. There was a camera set up in a corner on a tripod, a couple of hand held cameras on the table beside it. I tried to raise up to see better. That wasn't going to be possible. 

There was a mirror almost directly across from the bed on which I found myself laying. The reflection which came back to me caused me to blink, several times. I was sure that somehow I had fallen into a dream that I just couldn't seem to wake up from. My body was bound, chained by shackles with my hands behind my back. My ankles, too, in restraints. My face had a leather like garment over it. A red rubber ball filled my mouth, the gag cinched behind my face. The feeling of being bound, helpless was terrifying though there were other emotions else as well. I wasn't quite sure of what those were at that very moment. 

I tried to call out but the sound was like a muffled groan, though it was loud enough to alert the woman in the other room that I had awakened. This time when she walked into the room I saw a different side to her. One that was as alluring as the first, though to be honest, I didn't think I was in any shape to be allured...to anything, or anyone at that moment. 

She favored me with a smile, this beautiful creature who now was adorned all in leather from head to toe. Her eyes still were dark, almost jade in color I saw as she laughed saying, "Well well Mr. Samuels, I'm sure this is quite different from the last time you were here, don't you say?" I wouldn't say because I couldn't say, but if I could have said I would have said, "What?" The look on my face must have confirmed that thought because she said, "Very well, let me refresh your memory." 

"The last time you were here you called an escort service, 'Heavenly Angels'. You placed your order, looking for a submissive female, looking for a little action, remember?" No, to be honest I didn't but that didn't really seem to matter to the woman sitting there as she simply went on. "Of course, that kind of thing cost a little bit more but hey, you're a high roller. You stay in the best of places. You gamble big, so you play big, right?" 

No! Wrong! I'm sure at sometime and place this would have made for a wonderful Twilight Zone episode but I certainly wasn't supposed to be the star of it. I began to thrash on the bed, almost bouncing off of it onto the floor. She calmly walked over, picked up an item and with a single strike, I stopped, quickly. To be honest, it hurt but in reality it surprised me more than anything. 

"Get used to it Mr. Samuels, I didn't really let go...that time." She sat back down again, my eyes now open wide as I couldn't take them off the crop she held lightly in her one hand. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, you called for an escort, an escort who found herself eventually bound and gagged. Just like you are right now. That's how the maid found her. She had been whipped, her body bruised, with welts all over. You were kind enough to leave her payment beside her, ensuring that no charges could be filed. You however, were a lousy tipper." 

She got up from the bed, walking over to the camera, focusing it on my bound body as she went on. "So tonight, tonight we're going to make a movie. Take a few pictures. Put you in the position you put my friend, Rita. Now, the money you won tonight will be just the right amount that you should have tipped her for the service she provided you with so I'm willing to forget that. However, you took advantage of her. Used her like a common whore and that, I will not stand for." 

Her eyes now were once again as dark, as dangerous as I had seen them before the lights had gone out. She picked up a mask, donning it, one that would cover her features. "I have friends here. They were kind enough to let me know that Jonathan Samuels had checked in, a suite, only the best for him. Tonight, I'm going to show him what it's like to be used, just as he used her. Tomorrow the maid will find him, all tied up in a pretty bow. Meanwhile I'm sure Mrs. Samuels will enjoy the movie and pictures, don't you think...you bastard I'm going to hurt you and then I'm going to ruin you little man, what do you say to that?" 

If I could have spoken, I could have told her there was no Mrs. Samuels. I also could have told her that I had never met her friend, nor had I done the things she spoke of. I certainly would have asked her to call downstairs, to ask the front desk as to why I was here, the room snafu, remember? Finally, if I could have spoke, I would have screamed bloody murder but then again, if pigs had wings, well, you know the rest. 

She walked over, the picture of a dominatrix, one who seemed to greatly enjoy her work. She laid out several items each of them bringing to my shame a bit of a whimper forth from my lips. I don't know why but I had a feeling my pleasure wasn't really going to be high on the list of her regards. My pain, that I had a feeling she was going to take great pride in providing. Thus, I did the only thing I could, I tried to beg. 

What came out was more of a mumbled, incoherent mess but it was heartfelt, this I know. Unfortunately it seemed to fall on deaf ears as she pressed record on the camera, the sound of the motor beginning, the tape rolling. She began to play her part as if she were on stage and the entire world was watching. She walked over, into frame, her hand reaching down to grab my hair, pulling my head up harshly. Her voice quite different from the one I had first been introduced to in the casino. 

"Jonathan my pet, you've been a bad, bad boy. I'm going to have to punish you for what you've done. Just remember, this hurts me more than it does you." With that, she flipped me over onto my stomach, the lash beginning to fall and I must admit, the lady didn't lie. She had been holding back, but she wasn't now. 

The blows rained down, one after another and she proved herself to be an equal opportunity sadist. There wasn't a single inch of skin, from my feet all the way up to my shoulders that she didn't connect with. If there had not been a gag in place, I'm sure my screams would have brought the police, perhaps the National Guard. Or possibly even a dog or two, as high pitched as it would have been. Instead all that came forth was muffled sounds, screams which seemed to excite her, providing her with the impetus to continue. She finally she stopped, dropping the crop where it lay right beside me. 

I lay there, my body quivering, fighting back the tears which threatened. I heard the shutter opening and closing as she took pictures of what I was sure was the blood draining from my body. The lashes obviously having opened up my skin though in reality it was simply a bright, scarlet red. It was the normal color I would have blushed but someone, in the position I was in, blushing just didn't seem the appropriate thing to do. 

Finally she grabbed me by the hair again, flipping me back over and now, now it was time to blush. She looked down, a grin coming over her face as she said, "You like it, don't you Jonathan, you like being my little bitch?" Well, I had never been accused of being an alpha male, this I know but I certainly wasn't aware that I would be...well, that is, I...sigh...never mind. 

It was then I saw the new toys she carried over to the bed, my body still shaking as she looked up, insuring she was in frame. She let the piece of ice she held trail over my chest, sliding over my nipples. Flash freezing them before showing me what she had planned for me next. I had never seen nipple clamps but I quickly realized their function, especially as the flesh went from cold to hot. I thrashed, my head shaking back and forth as my masked tormentor leaned close saying, "Embrace the pain my pet. Let it become as one with you." 

It felt as if I was being burned, the pain so severe though I think it was more in my mind than physically. Things were happening, my body was reacting and I felt my mind slipping away. My physical presence taking control over the mental aspect, something I had never explored nor ever dared dream possible. Thus I was unprepared when her hand reached down between my legs, gripping me and squeezing, tightly. 

I wasn't aware at the time it was an old trick, one utilized to stop an erection. All I knew was I went from one to another and she smiled yet again, picking up a series of rings which she quickly placed over my flaccid organ. "These are known as the gates of hell Jonathan, you'll see why...shortly." I lay there, my forehead with beads of sweat popping out as she calmly stroked me. I once again grew hard, this time a moan escaping my lips as the rings pressed into the flesh, gripping it tightly. 

My eyes grew wild, my body now fully aroused, the combination of everything that was taking place having taken me where I had never been before. I watched as she tossed aside pieces of her outfit, now moving to straddle me on the bed. Her eyes now nearly as wild as mine, a bit lost in the moment as she pulled the ball from my mouth. Before I could utter a word, she forced her sex upon it. I did the only thing I could do, I had to breathe so I gave her what she wanted. 




Lucky



I was no expert but I made up for that with my enthusiasm, lashing at her with my tongue. I couldn't see how she had freed her breasts from her halter, her hands going to her nipples. Pinching and squeezing them, she too in need of a bit of pain to offset her pleasure. She rode my face hard, demanding and I obliged until minutes later I heard her cry out. I felt her body tense and she flooded me, her orgasm flowing freely and I lapped at the delicious nectar like it was life giving into itself. 

Finally, she came down from her high, her eyes a bit clouded over. For a moment, a brief second I was free, free to speak, to tell her, to proclaim my innocence. I lay there, gasping, my face covered with her pleasure. My body aching, hurting but I found myself remaining silent. I'm not sure of why, only knowing for the first time in my life, I felt...alive. Thus, I lay there, watching as she gathered her thoughts. Her eyes began to clear and I couldn't help it, I smiled. 

That was obviously the wrong thing to do. I had taken it one way, she of course took it the other. She grabbed the gag where it lay around my throat and none too gently pushed it back into place. Guaranteeing a silence she was unaware I would have been more than happy to have given her. She looked down, once again seeing that the gate was in place before looking up at me. "You will stay hard as long as I require while it will prevent you from, well shall we say, completing the transaction?" 

She laughed anew, moving to straddle my hips, rubbing me up and down the edges of her sex as my head fell back, the sensations incredible. She finally slid down, impaling herself on my hardness. It was obvious she was aroused, her warmth welcoming me, like liquid velvet. Moving up and down slowly I could only moan, the metal rings remaining in place, preventing the flesh from doing that which it would normally do. She smiled wickedly saying, "Look at you Jonathan. You're the perfect man. Unable to speak, unable to touch, simply existing for my pleasure. Now...pleasure me pet." 

With that she did as she said, she used me. I existed only for her as an object, something to be used, an end to a means. My eyes drank in the sight, this amazing creature, this beautiful woman who I knew only was with me because of the slight she had seen. The actions of another having forced her into action but I did not care. One orgasm would rack her body, another would soon follow and I burned the vision into my memory. Never wanting to forget this moment, ever. 

Finally though, her body covered in sweat, she began to tire, to wane. Her eyes which had grown almost as dark as midnight now returned to their normal green, The beautiful shade which I had first seen as she sighed, removing herself from her precarious position. My manhood by now a deep shade of purple, the pain/pleasure principal she had told me of a hunger which I would need to feed on from this day forward. Her pleasure covered me, the sheets soaked with it. I was soaked in it. 

She walked over, looking at the camera, smiling as she saw it still was running, having captured it all. She reached over, picking up a cell phone from her purse and seconds later I heard, "Suite 1222. The door will be open. I want you to see him, to know he's paid, dearly." She turned her attention back to me, her voice husky saying, "It's time for you to face the music Jonathan." She began to dress, the last item being put in place as there was a knock on the door. 

As she turned to walk towards it I couldn't help but feel like we'd moved from some kind of sleazy porno film into almost dark comedy. I heard a little voice inside my head say, "Well, this should be interesting, don't you think?" I could only nod my head as I heard the door open and seconds later a figure turn the corner to look down at me. 

Once again I could only fall back on the cartoon analogy. The strange woman's hand flying to her mouth, her eyes bugging out, her head shaking back and forth as if to signify, "Houston, we have a problem." Of course the sight of a man in the position I was in wasn't enough. She turned quickly, mouthing words to another. I heard a voice, a familiar voice raised about two octaves say, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THAT'S NOT HIM?"

With that both women turned their attention to me, stopping at the end of the bed, staring down at me. I tried, I really did. I tried to look indignant but when you're naked, bound, gagged, clamped and well, you know, with that whole gates of hell thing indignant is not that easy. 

"Okay, let's just slow down for a minute and see if we can't figure this out", said the leather clad vixen. Snapping her fingers, she moved quickly to where my clothes lay in a pile on the floor, picking up my pants and removing the wallet. It didn't take her long, there wasn't much in there as she located my driver's license. She scanned it, her face turned pale, the blood leaving it as she looked at me saying softly, "You're not from New York, are you?" 

I answered the only way I could, shaking my head back and forth slowly as she sighed. The dark haired woman biting her bottom lip as her co-conspirator whispered loudly, "My god Tori, what have you done?" The leather clad dominatrix did not respond but it was easy to see. The wheels were turning inside her head as she searched for an answer, a way out of this. 

Finally, she turned to her friend saying, "First of all, you have to go...now." The petite blonde started to protest, opening her mouth to speak only to hear, "Mr. Samuel's and I need to speak, in private, okay?" Based on the look each of them gave the other along with the extremely animated whispers which were exchanged it was anything but okay. Finally, minutes later we found ourselves alone, again. 

This time when she sat back down beside me on the side of the bed gone was the confident woman who had ruled the night. Her smile now seemed a bit forced as I saw her struggle to keep her emotions in check as she said, "Well, this is a most embarrassing situation, isn't it?" 

I don't know why but I had a feeling she wasn't really looking for a response, the answer to the question quite evident for all to see. I had no reason to but my heart went out to her. The look on her face stricken, her body language almost defeatist in nature, the look almost painful to see. Somehow the position of power seemingly having swung like a pendulum as she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before returning her gaze to me. "I'm going to take your gag off but you have to promise me you won't scream. Do you promise?" 

This time I nodded my ascent as she quite gently pulled my face forward and unbuckled the strap, the rubber ball falling from my mouth. From there she silently squeezed the clamps, releasing my nipples. She got up, walking to the end of the bed, putting them down on the table there. She turned, moving back to the foot of the bed, her hands reaching down to unshackle my legs. 

I, of course, did the only thing I could do. I screamed...bloody murder to be exact. It wasn't that I wanted to but when the blood began to rush back in my nipples it was like someone had taken an ice pick to them. The pain searing, worse than even before. She of course took my plan of action as being unacceptable so seconds later I lay there, tears streaming down my face with the gag once again cinched tightly back in place. 

"You said you wouldn't scream", her exasperation obvious, her hands on her hips as I tried to mumble an apology though lord knows I'm not sure what I was apologizing for. She began to stalk the room once again, my eyes unable to stop taking in the sight of such a vision as she finally stopped. Sitting down beside me saying, "Shall we try this again or do you wish to remain gagged for the rest of your life?"

I nodded slowly, then shook my head to side to side, hoping I wasn't sending mixed signals as she sighed, reaching behind my head to loosen the buckle. She pulled the red rubber ball slowly from my mouth as if waiting for me to make a sound. I simply lay there, blinking at her until it lay in her lap and I said softly, "Thank you." 

The look on her face was priceless, for some reason politeness wasn't quite what she was expecting. Finally I saw the resignation once again come to her face as she began to undo my restraints silently. My mind now frantically working to come up with some kind of resolution, some kind of plan to...well, you'll see. The last shackle was finally removed as I stood. I was a bit shaky as she reached over and allowed me to lean on her. A bit of a smile of thanks playing on my lips though it seemed none would come to hers. 

Looking down, I saw her eyes drawn to what I had seen and she went, "Oops, sorry." She knelt and began to remove the infamous gates, though by the time she was done it had done little to reduce my ardor. I finally stood there, my face a bit red, the view of her on her knees before me. My desire quite evident as I heard a sigh escape her lips and then she used them to bring forth a different noise. 

It was like being swallowed by velvet, the loud, long moan which escaped from me causing my entire body to shudder as she bathed me with the wetness that was her mouth. I don't know if she thought by doing this it would cloud my judgment or possibly sway what I might say to the authorities. Or if she simply was apologizing in the only way she knew how. All I knew was it felt...amazing. 

It suddenly dawned on me, an epiphany if you will and I quickly pulled back. I freed myself, a long string of saliva from my own body to her lips showing forth. It was as erotic a sight as I think I had ever seen as her eyes looked at me with bewilderment. I tried my best to put on my own dominant face, forcing my voice to remain even saying, "No, that won't be adequate." 

I began to walk toward the bathroom, my walk still not quite steady as I stopped at the door. "You will clean this mess up and you will be kneeling in that exact same spot when I return, is that clear?" I didn't give her time to answer, seeing my clothes, grabbing them and then shutting the door before allowing my legs to give out. 

It was almost an hour later that I emerged, half wondering if she would still be there, the other half praying she would. I did this, only to find her exactly as I had "commanded". The room now clean, all her equipment packed away. She knelt, waiting as I pulled a chair up, having practiced what I would say. Hoping it would somehow...make sense of the madness. 

For once, just once in my life I hoped I had it in me to do this. Taking a deep breath I said, "You have two choices. One is that I pick up the phone, call the police, tell them what you've done to me and you make a full confession. How you drugged, kidnapped, tortured an innocent man. I think that would be good for quite sometime in prison, don't you?" 

Her face turned almost gray, her body shaking, the dominatrix outfit she wore and the way she was reacting in complete contrast. I had to take a moment to let the enormity of the situation sink in before I said softly, "Or, you can join me downstairs for a cup of coffee so that we can discuss where your training will take me next?" 

Her head slowly lifted, her eyes wary for a brief moment but mine must have shown the sincerity in my words as hers quickly softened and she said, "You...enjoyed that?" 

The blush once again must have quickly risen to my face as I saw her try to stifle a smile as I said softly, "I enjoyed feeling...alive, though I doubt if that makes much sense." 

The look she gave me once again was one of confusion but then tinged a bit with kindness saying, "A cup of coffee...sounds good." Now it was my turn to look at her with a bit of confusion as she smiled holding her hand out and I helped her off her knees.

She stood in front of me, close enough to kiss as her eyes took in mine. Of course, I began to look down only to have her hand lift my chin until our gaze met again. "In time you can do that but for now, why don't we see where coffee might lead, okay?" 

"Yes M'lady" and she favored me with yet another smile as I held her coat for her, slipping into it, taking my arm and we went...downstairs. 

THE END 

My attempt at humor along with the subject matter at hand. I hope it either brought you a smile, perhaps even a laugh. If not, then I hope you simply enjoyed the interaction between the two main characters. Either way, please vote and I hope comment. Your feedback is always appreciated.



Lucky Accident



Talk about being down on your luck...

It was about 9 o'clock on a June night. It had been quite a day. I'd lost my job. I got laid off via text message, if you can believe that. Now, I was on my way home -- home being temporary until the bank tossed me out when they found out there wouldn't be any more mortgage payments coming in.

I was cruising northbound on U.S. Highway 53 just a few miles north of Trego. I'd stopped and had a quick bite to eat at the Prime Bar -- their broasted chicken can't be topped anywhere -- and I was tooling along at about 70 when two things happened.

First, my iPod died. It just quit on me. I grabbed it and started shaking it, which is why I didn't see the long legged rat (White Tailed Deer) leap out of the ditch right in front of my car.

BANG!

"Shit!"

Deer hair everywhere. The deer was dead and so was my car. I'd hit it dead center. There was steam coming out from under the hood and my engine had quit before I could even get all the way off the road. It's about 15-20 miles between Minong and Trego on U.S. Highway 53, and there's a stretch in there where there isn't a house for quite a ways. Oh, and did I mention that "America's largest 3-G Network" doesn't work there either?

I managed to get my car all the way off the road and start the emergency flashers. Since it was June, I had some daylight left anyway, which was good, because the next discovery I made was that my flashlight was dead.

I went to pop the hood on my trusty Buick LeSabre and discovered that it was pushed in so far that I couldn't work the latch. But, judging by the steam I knew the radiator was gone, and probably quite a bit of the rest of the front end. Damn long legged rats. I wish the wolves would eat more of the fucking things.

"Well, that's just great. I lose my job and my car in the same day. Fan-fucking-tastic." The pity party had officially begun.

I checked my cell phone again and discovered that there still weren't any bars. "I wish I had that "America's Largest 3-G Network" announcer in front of me right now. I'd kick him right square in the wedding tackle," I said.

I was near the top of a long hill, one of a number of them on that stretch of road. I looked back the way I had come and I saw a red Mercedes SUV. As it came closer I could tell that there were two people in it. And, when it was closer still, I could tell that there was a woman in the passenger seat and a man driving.

All of a sudden they slowed down and turned on their flashers, pulling off the road immediately behind my wrecked ride. The driver's side window came down, silently (of course).

"Need a lift?"

I walked over to the Mercedes, summoning my most friendly, and hopefully non-threatening smile.

"Your timing is perfect. Yeah, I sure do. Hit a deer."

"Oh man, that sucks. Damn things are everywhere, except in the woods when I'm hunting," the man said. "Get in; we'll give you a lift to someplace where you can get some help."

"That's great. I appreciate it," I said as I got into the back seat. I hit the key fob and locked what was left of my Buick as we pulled away.

"I'm Rick, by the way," I said, reaching my hand between the front seats.

"I'm Jim," the man said, shaking my hand, "And this is my wife, Cyndi," he added.

Cyndi turned and offered me her hand.

"Hi, Rick. Sorry about your accident. Do you have insurance?"

"Yeah, but it's 1-thousand dollar deductible."

"Oh, that's not good."

"Well, it's a 9 year old car, so they'll probably total it anyway," I said, completely discouraged.

"Don't be so down, Rick, it's only a car. At least you didn't get hurt."

"Oh, it's not the car so much. I've just had a real bad day and this was just the last straw," I said, sinking into a gloomy funk (is there any other kind?).

"What else went wrong," Jim asked.

"Well, to begin with, I got fired, and not only that, they told me via text message while I was coming back from a business trip for the company."

"That's cold."

"Yeah, well, just before I went out of town, my wife served me with divorce papers. She decided after 20 years of marriage that she was really a lesbian and took off with some girl half her age."

"Oh, my," Cyndi said. "That really must have hurt."

"Well, it wasn't a complete surprise -- a month ago I discovered a bunch of Sweetheart Video and Girlfriends Films DVD's in her closet. The job thing was a bigger shock. I actually thought I was up for a raise, and instead I found out that the company was sold and I was getting canned. Then, my iPod died and this long legged rat jumped in front of me. It's been a pretty rotten day."

Jim and Cyndi looked at one another and some sort of unspoken communication took place. I decided to ignore it and instead enjoy the comfort that decades of German engineering had built into the big SUV. I sighed as I sank into the soft luxurious leather of the back seat.

"Rick," Jim said, "Cyndi and I would like you to come to our place for a drink. You can use our phone and arrange for a tow. We'll put you up in our guest room for the night and you can take care of what you need to do in the morning. How's that sound?"

"I couldn't let you do that, Jim. Thanks anyway, but if you just drop me off at the Link Stop at Highway 77, I'll arrange a tow and get myself back to town."

"Really, Rick, it's no trouble," Cyndi said. Her voice was well modulated and very sexy. Smooth as fresh peanut butter. "We have a big house and plenty of room. It will be no bother at all. You can have a nice breakfast, arrange a tow and get on with your life. Why not accept our hospitality for the night?"

"Well," I said, weakening, "All right. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome," Cyndi said.

I wondered why they were doing this. After all, they didn't know anything about me. For all they knew, I could be a serial killer. Or THEY could be serial killers. Or, this could be a lame plot device to set up a group sex scene for some on-line story group. I went with that last thought as the most plausible, and relaxed.

"So, do you folks live around here," I asked by way of an attempt at conversation.

"We maintain a home nearby," Cyndi said. We have homes in a number of places. In the summer, we come up here."

Rich, AND good looking, plus they'd picked up a total stranger by the side of the road. Yup, it's a story set up for sure. Oh boy. I was going to get my ashes hauled. It made losing my job and my car seem like smaller problems at least for the moment. 

"So, Rick, what was your job before you lost it?"

"Radio talk show host."

"Really? That sounds exciting," Cyndi said.

"Not as exciting as you might think. Most callers are idiots and all the guests want to do is pimp their book or a political point of view. But, it paid the bills, at least until today. Gigs are pretty scarce at the moment. I'll start working my contacts tomorrow and see what happens I guess."

Gee, thanks for reminding me that I just lost my job, I thought to myself. If this is a story set up it's sure taking a long time to get to the sex. Are we driving all the way to Wascott?

Just then, Jim slowed the Mercedes and turned off onto a county road that wound through the mixed pine forest. 

"It's not far now," Jim said.

Flashing lights went off behind us and a siren sounded. Jim pulled over and stopped.

"What the hell," he said, "I wasn't speeding or anything."

The squad car pulled off behind us and sat there. A spot light played over the big red Mercedes. A loud speaker sounded harsh in the misty twilight under the pines.

"Please step out of the vehicle with your hands over your heads," the harsh metallic voice boomed.

We looked at each other, wondering what the heck was going on. The command was repeated, even more loudly.

"We'd better do what they say, darling," Cyndi said.

Three doors opened. We stepped out into the glare of the spot light that played across our faces. We stood behind the SUV, facing the headlights and spotlight. A pair of car doors opened and closed. Boots crunched on the gravel toward us. Two large figures were silhouetted by the bright lights. Whipcord pants and campaign hats were all I could make out in the glare.

"What's going on," Jim said.

"Turn around and put your hands on the vehicle," one of the shapes said.

We complied, assuming the position.

Without a word, each of us was expertly frisked.

"No weapons," a voice said.

"What's going on," Jim repeated.

"Erotic Story Premise Police, sir. You're under arrest for violation of the prohibition against lame erotic story pretexts. You have the right to remain silent. Please remain silent --"

I cut him off.

"Wait a minute. I'm the one writing the story," I said. "Why arrest these people?"

"We don't know who wrote what, so you're all coming with us until we sort this thing out."

Just then a snapping sound was followed by two grunts and a loud electronic buzz behind us. Two thumps suggested bodies falling to the ground. The buzzing went on for a moment and then stopped. Footsteps -- many footsteps -- sounded nearby. The lights went out.

"It's OK, people. You're being rescued," a muffled voice said.

I turned around, looking into the darkness. Suddenly a man in a black Nomex suit with a hood and a partial face mask loomed out of the darkness in front of me.

"Who the hell are YOU?" I demanded.

"Jenna's Raiders, sir. You've been rescued. Better get back in your car and get to where you're going before these goons wake up. They're not going to be happy. Oh, and please get to the sex part of the story. If this lame assed premise goes on much longer not even we will be able to protect you."

"OK," I said. "Much obliged."

Jim turned to Cyndi. "Honey, why don't you ride in the back seat the rest of the way and keep our guest company?"

"Ooooo, can I dear?"

We piled in to the Mercedes and were on our way. Cyndi slid across the soft leather until she was practically in my lap and began to undo my pants. In seconds, she was holding 10 inches of hot man meat, which she proceeded to suck like a Dyson. She was an expert fellatrix, I'll give her that much. She kept me on the edge of an orgasm for the next 15 minutes, repeatedly swallowing my entire length.

"How is he dear," Jim asked from the front seat.

Cyndi released her mouth grip on my dick long enough to say "not as big as I'm used to, but very nice sweetheart."

Not as big as she's used to? Holy shit. Do these people hang out with porn stars or something?

She went back to sucking my cock. Her comments had put an end to edge play -- I wasn't even close to cumming now. But, very soon, I was right back to where she wanted me. Once again, she lifted her head, this time looking into my eyes.

"I want your cum, Rick, even though I don't know who you are or what diseases you might be carrying. Blow a big load right down my throat and fill my belly with your hot, rich, thick, sweet, nut sauce."

Having said her piece, she swallowed my cock again, and this time, she wasn't playing. This woman could suck a bowling ball through a straw, I remember thinking just before my cock exploded in her throat and I fired about a quart of thick, salty, ball juice almost directly into her stomach.

"mmmmmmm" she groaned around my spitting snake.

"Pretty good, isn't she?" Jim asked from the front. "Wait til you fuck her. Her pussy's like a velvet vise, even after she's been gang banged all night. And, she likes it in the ass. 

"Nice," I managed to gasp as Cyndi continued to suck my now softening but highly sensitive cock.

"You like creampie?"

"Never had it."

"Just you wait. Cyndi makes a good one. Pussy sweeter than communion wine, and my cum tastes like koolaid."

I looked up from where Cyndi's head was buried in my lap in time to see the headlights illuminate a large set of garage doors, one of which opened allowing the Mercedes to slide smoothly inside. Cyndi lifted her head, licked her lips, and gave me a passionate kiss while squeezing my cock with her hands.

"I hope that thing recovers quickly, baby, because I need to be fucked by two cocks, and soon."

I stared at Cyndi -- trying to gain a handle on the moment. Then, I shrugged my shoulders and just went with it. Cyndi put Mr Happy back in his cloth cage and zipped me up. We all got out of the Mercedes and I followed Jim and Cyndi through a door from the garage into the house.

I hadn't gotten a good look at my hosts before. Now, in the light, I could see them better. Jim looked to be around 6-3 or so, well built, with salt and pepper hair. Cyndi was a knockout. She reminded me of that British porn star Tanya Tate: long legs, a great ass, and tits that just didn't quit. Plus a beautiful face and long, blonde, hair. I'm a sucker for a blondes.

We went down a hallway off the garage into the main part of the house. That should be House with a capital-H. The great room had a ceiling that was at least 40 feet high. Log construction, lots of windows looking out onto a lake, a big stone fireplace against one wall, and a large staircase leading up to a balcony that ran the entire length of one wall. There were doors off the balcony to what I guessed were bedrooms.

"Let's hit the hot tub, honey," Cyndi said, starting to strip off her clothing as soon as we were into the great room. In seconds, she was buck naked. Tanned all over, Cyndi was a wonderful specimen of mature womanhood. She had well defined legs and an ass that made my mouth water. When she ran there wasn't much jiggling -- just enough to be really sexy.

Jim had started to strip as well, and I thought, what the hell, and began taking off my own clothes. When Jim was naked, I realized that Cyndi wasn't kidding when she said my cock was smaller than she was used to. Jim's endowment was massive. It had to be 12 inches long and as thick as my wrist. I felt puny by comparison and there aren't many men who've ever made me feel like that.

I stripped anyway and followed Jim out to the patio where the hot tub was dimly lit by its own interior lights. Cyndi was already in the steamy bubbly water.

"Come on in, guys. Cyndi needs more cock."

I could see that Jim was already hard and his cock was even more impressive erect than it had been flaccid. Cyndi went right for him and swallowed his cock whole. The last time I'd seen anything like that was a nature documentary showing a python swallowing a pig. Her jaw just seemed to unhinge itself as she forced his massive fuck stick into her gullet. It was unreal, but, this is erotic FICTION, so it worked just fine.

"Rick, get over here and put that puny little thing of yours in Cyndi's pussy. We wouldn't want it to catch cold," Jim said, his eyes closed as Cyndi continued to fuck her throat with his massive boner.

I stepped into the hot water and positioned myself behind the magnificent blonde, spread her perfect ass globes and speared her wet cunt in one long thrust. Damn, it was perfect. The best pussy I'd ever been in. Wet, tight, and throbbing. Cyndi started making mewing noises, when she could get the air to make any noise at all around Jim's erection, as soon as I started fucking her. 

She started to cum almost immediately. Her whole body shook and her pussy clenched around my cock. It was heavenly. Jim had a hold of her hair and was violently pulling her face on and off of his dick. This drove her even wilder and she was soon thrashing in the hot water -- either from the violence of her orgasms or lack of oxygen, I couldn't tell which.

Jim let out a groan which suggested that he was approaching is own little death and then he pulled his brobdingnagian truncheon, dripping with saliva, from Cyndi's face and began to stroke it with his massive fist.

Cyndi moaned and kept her mouth open, trying to line herself up with the tip of Jim's giant spear. It erupted. That's the only word I can use to describe the geyser of cum, the fountain of sperm, the cascade of spooge, the tsunami of ball snot, that burst forth from the tip of his cock. Cyndi tried valiantly to capture the hot sticky liquid evidence of Jim's lust in her mouth, but there was too much for anyone to catch. It sprayed all over her face and a stream missed her entirely, hitting me square in the chest, dripping down on to Cyndi's ass.

I had forgotten all about my cock and Cyndi's pussy as I watched in morbid fascination as Jim's cock kept pumping out stream after stream of goo.

As the volume abated somewhat, he shoved his dick back into Cyndi's greedy mouth and she gulped, literally, the rest of his load, finishing with a lip smacking smile as she released his still erect manhood.

"OK guys, it's time to DP me," Cyndi said, wiping a stray strand of cum from her eyebrow and licking it off her fingers. "Rick, you can fuck my ass. Jim gets my pussy."

She stepped away from me, releasing my cock from her wet cunt and went over to where Jim had moved -- a padded chaise next to the hot tub. He lay on his back, 12 inches of thick dick sticking straight up from his flat, six pack, abs. She mounted him, taking all of his cock into her flexible pussy hole in one long thrust downward, in apparent contradiction of all known physiological rules. She leaned forward and put her hands on each half of her marvelous ass, pulling the cheeks apart to reveal a tight brown eye at the summit of her crack. This was all the invitation I was going to get and I stepped forward, kneeling on the chaise between her legs and Jim's feet and aiming my cock at the target.

This being an erotic tale, no lube was necessary, so I wasted no time in burying my 10 incher into her clenching backside. Instead of tearing her rectum and the walls of her colon, my cock simply slid into a warm, inviting, space, apparently in another universe where the normal physical laws governing things like friction and resistance are not in effect.

It was bliss. I could feel Jim's log like dick rubbing against my own through the thin membrane that separated us.

"Fuck her, Rick. Slam her ass. She likes it as hard and fast as you can bring it," he said as he began to hump up his hips against her.

"Yeah, Rick, give it to me good!"

So I did. We fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. I know I came four or five times, and Jim came at least two or three. The chaise was covered in semen, and there was a sloshing sound in Cyndi's belly.

Finally, even I had had enough and I pulled my now shrinking cock from Cyndi's gaping asshole and staggered to a nearby chair. She got off Jim, her lower half leaking cum like a broken water main, and crawled over to me, taking my dirty cock in her mouth and cleaning it completely before going to her hubby and doing the same.

"Now, you guys get to clean me up," she cooed, laying back down on the messy chaise.

"Guests get first shot at the creamy crotch, Rick. You take her pussy and I'll clean up her ass when you're done," Jim said, smiling.

Well I'd never eaten creampie, but I'm not a man who will turn down a challenge when it's right in front of me, so I dove in tongue first and began to lap the sweetest cream I'd ever tasted from a pussy that should have been completely prolapsed. Instead, when I slipped a finger inside it was as tight as a catholic school girl. Isn't fiction fun?

When I'd eaten my fill, and Cyndi had cum a dozen times from my oral ministrations, Jim flipped her over and went to work on her asshole. Man, that guy liked to toss salad. I was exhausted. They started fucking again a little while later, and I just went to find some place to lay down. I made it to what I thought was a guest room, flopped on the bed, and went to sleep. 

I woke up the next morning with a mouth on my dick. It was Cyndi, welcoming the day by draining another load from my aching balls. I wasn't going to be able to walk right for a week.




Lucky Accident



"Wake up sleepy head," she said, her mouth still leaking my morning offering. "Breakfast in 20 minutes."

I watched her beautiful naked backside bounce out of the room and then headed for the shower. 

When I got out, I was in my own house. There was no breakfast waiting. I didn't have a 10 inch cock. And I hadn't spent the night with a couple of sex crazed athletes.

I hadn't lost my job either, but if my boss ever catches me writing porn on company time, I sure as hell will.



Lucky Alan



"Aw, c'mon man, fuck that! I shot him point blank right in the freaking head and somehow he still knifed me in the gut. Fucking hackers man. Fucking ten-year-old hackers!"

Alan Rogan was glued to his TV, screaming through a fierce game of Call of Duty when he heard his family's doorbell ring. As always, he ignored it and hoped his mom would take care of it.

"Alan!" shouted his mom from upstairs in the kitchen. "Alan, sweetie! Get the door, please."

(Jesus Christ, leave me the fuck alone!) thought Alan. "Hold on a minute, mom! You know I can't just pause the game!" he yelled back upstairs. "I'm going to kill these little pricks even if it kills me," he muttered to himself. Instantly after saying that, an enemy soldier darted into the screen and knifed Alan's character in the gut, ending the game. "God fucking dammit! Those little motherfucking shits!" screamed Alan as he hurled his controller across the room.

"Alan, dear! You have some company," shouted his mom, as she walked down the stairs and leaned around the basement door to inform him. "And she's female and quite pretty."

"Mom, what did I say about coming down here, I...Holy shit! A girl!" Alan snapped at his mom, as suddenly he panicked.

Never once in all his 18 years of being on Earth had a girl who wasn't related to Alan or a friend of the family stopped by just to see him... for that matter, no one had. Most, if not all of his friends lived in other cities, states, and countries, and the only way he ever communicated with them was through playing online on his PlayStation 4. Suffice to say, Alan wasn't very popular amongst his high school senior peers. He had always been on the outside looking in and as such kept to himself. Short, scrawny, and socially awkward, Alan was the stereotypical nerd who spent all of his time playing video games, collecting rare minerals, and reading comic books. Yet, he still was a very bright and remarkable young man, as he had made the honor roll in every grade level.

"Alan, honey?! Are you coming upstairs to see your pretty friend, or should I send her downstairs to see you?" asked his mother.

Alan cleared his throat and dried his clammy hands off with a towel. He put his left hand up to his mouth to smell his breath, which smelled like the M&M's he was snacking on while playing his PlayStation. He worryingly looked down at his rather dorky wardrobe: a red- and green- striped shirt that gave off a Christmas vibe, denim overalls that stopped mid-thigh, tube socks that came up just below his boney knees, and a pair of black-and-white high-top Converses.

"What a way to impress a girl," Alan snarled sarcastically. He headed up the stairs from his basement bedroom and into the living room, joining his mom and the pretty young girl whom he instantly recognized.

"Cassie?!" Alan exclaimed, shocked.

"Hey Alan. Did you forget our tutoring session?" she asked.

"We had a session today??" he asked, confused. 

"Well, today is Thursday," she replied.

Alan had had such a rough day at school earlier that killing players online in Call of Duty was a great way to release his stress and some tension. Unfortunately, he didn't play such a good game.

"Alan, I'm meeting up with the women of my book club, so I won't be back for a couple of hours," his mother informed him. She winked at him, catching Alan off-guard. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Cassie," she continued, turning to the guest. "Hope to see you come around here more often. Alan doesn't get many visitors, especially of the pretty female variety." Alan's mother winked at him again and headed out the door, grinning from ear to ear.

Alan felt totally embarrassed and rattled by his mother's behavior. He looked over at Cassie, who, as she too felt a bit awkward, let out a slight giggle under her breath.

"You have a very loving mother..." Cassie stated.

"Yeah, um, thanks..." Alan shyly replied.

Finally getting over the embarrassment, he couldn't believe that Cassie Banks was standing in his living room. She was a walking wet dream of his. He had jerked off like a mad man after their first meeting and hadn't stopped masturbating to her lovely image since, causing quite a mess in his bed two to three times a day. Just the thought of her made him constantly horny. 

At 5'6, twenty years old, and a sophomore in college, Cassie Banks was beautiful, with long blond locks and crystal-clear blue eyes. Many had said she could pass as movie actress Jennifer Lawrence's twin sister. The only difference would be their bodies. Cassie was much fuller in all the right places, particularly her chest. Alan had always found it hard to maintain eye contact with Cassie when she wore tight shirts that outlined her huge, round tits, and her big nipples seemed to be permanently stiff.

"When you didn't show up at the Help Center for our usual session, I got a bit worried and asked around where you lived. I had to ask a lot of people until a friend of your mother's gave me your address. You are one hard guy to track down, Alan," Cassie commented, chuckling.

"Oh... Sorry. I got a bit sidetracked," he explained. "I do apologize."

Several weeks ago, Alan's mom pulled some strings through a friend to get Alan a tutoring job at the Help Center, which required his services only on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. She figured it would be a nice way for him to meet people and make actual friends. On his first day, Cassie approached him and asked for help with her history. To his credit (and incredible fortune, as he thought later), Alan loved history and, being caught up with lust, he agreed to tutor Cassie until she passed her upcoming history exam.

"We can still have our session, if you'd like?" Alan asked. As always, his dark brown eyes drifted back and forth between her eyes and her melon-sized tits as they bulged beneath her thin button-up shirt.

"Well, I did go through a bit of trouble tracking you down, and since I'm already here, there's no point in wasting the trip, so...sure," Cassie agreed. "Plus, my history exam is on Monday, and after two weeks of studying, I still don't seem to have this stuff down. It's just hard for me to remember anything that I've read."

Suddenly, an idea popped into Alan's head. He knew the idea might be a long shot in hell, but he figured he had nothing to lose.

"Before we get started, I have to ask you an important question, and you have to trust me, okay?" he asked calmly.

"Oh-okay," Cassie replied, a little uneasy.

"Cassie, has a man ever gone down on you?" Alan asked bluntly.

Cassie was overwhelmed with shock hearing this shy, short nerd ask her such a personal question.

"WHAT!?" she finally responded. "What the hell kind of question is that?"

"Listen. Just trust me on this, okay? It's a little experiment. Now, just answer the question please."

Still in a bit of shock and confusion, Cassie hesitantly answered.

"No..." 

Alan was quite surprised, given how hot Cassie was and her popular reputation in college, at this response.

Cassie continued, "Alan... What does that have to do with studying? And what kind of experiment involves you asking me that?"

"It's quite simple. The reason why you don't remember any of this stuff is because you don't care about the information. It serves no value to you, so your brain doesn't see any reason to hang on to it," he replied in a smartly manner.

"I still don't get what that has to do with you asking me such a personal question," Cassie asked, still a bit confused, as her pale cheeks turned rosy red.

"We need to give you a reason to remember. Something that will make you care about this history stuff, and some good stimulation should do the trick," said Alan.

"So does that mean you want to..."

"Yes, so you have to trust me on this," Alan pleaded.

Cassie paused for a moment, but didn't see any other option. She really needed to pass her history exam. She had tried everything, and knowing how smart Alan was, she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. Cassie softly nodded to him, and then slipped off her shoes and slowly unsnapped her jeans.

The sound of her zipper going down caused Alan's heart to beat rapidly. He couldn't believe Cassie Banks was really going to let him go down on her.

Cassie felt the butterflies in her stomach from the anticipation as she slid her jeans down her long, ivory legs and dropped them on top of her shoes. She stood in front of Alan in her too-tight shirt, cotton panties, and cute little black ankle socks.

"Panties too," he notified her. With that, Cassie took a deep breath and slipped off her cotton panties, revealing her dark brown pubic mound before Alan's bulging eyes. This was the first pussy Alan had ever seen in real life, and it was incredibly beautiful.

"Consider yourself lucky. The only other man who's seen my vagina is my ex-boyfriend."

Alan took in the sight of Cassie's hot cunt as if he had found the Holy Grail, and he began to drool.

"Are you going to stare at my vagina all day, or are we going to get on with this lesson...?" Cassie asked, right before she spied Alan's enormous hard-on bulging from beneath his overalls. "My god, he's huge!" she whispered under her breath.

"Oh, right. Please, have a seat on the couch," Alan said, finally snapping out of his lustful trance. Cassie sat down on a nearby couch but kept her eyes on his massive boner. Alan boldly moved down in front of Cassie's closed legs, swallowed deeply, and nervously placed his warm, clammy hands on her thick, creamy thighs.

"I take it you've never done this before?" she asked.

"This will be the first for the both of us," he said. "But trust me, it'll work. Just sit back and relax. I just want to give you a warm-up before we actually begin."

Cassie leaned back and opened her legs. She couldn't see over her huge jutting jugs to her pussy but knew it was becoming extremely moist from the idea of someone eating her out. Alan's heart raced, as he positioned his head right between her beefy thighs and came face to face with her very wet, very hot snatch. He had never gotten this close to a pussy before but started to remember the way professional porn studs eat out their counterparts. He closed his eyes and allowed his tongue to begin giving Cassie's cunt an oral treatment it rightfully craved. 

Alan heard Cassie beginning to moan substantially at his tongue work. He moved his tongue steadily up and down against the outside folds of her bushy mound. He darted his tongue between her pussy lips and teased her hole. Cassie had never felt such a peculiar yet incredible sensation before, having her hot pussy licked. Her toes curled in her socks as Alan quickened his pace. Alan latched onto her swollen clitoris and attacked it mercilessly. His tongue flicked the clitoris while he sucked on it, causing Cassie to squirm on the couch and intensify her moans.

"Oh my god, Alan!" she panted. "Whatever it is you're doing, please, don't stop! I'm so close, Alan! I'm so close!" But before Cassie could reach her absolute climax, Alan pulled away.

"Hey pipsqueak, why did you stop?" Cassie gasped. "I told you not to!"

"Well if you want me to continue, it's going to cost you some answers," he replied while looking over her enormous chest and elongated nipples, as it heaved up and down with her heavy breathing.

"All right, all right! Ask me a stupid question so I can cum soon."

Alan was quite pleased with himself that his experiment was working. He was just as eager to return to eating Cassie's wet pussy and sucking down her sweet juices as she was wanting to cum. He picked up her history book and chose a random question.

"When the US Constitution was written and signed by the delegates to the Constitutional Convention on September 17, 1787, in which order did the delegates sign it?"

Despite the burning rage between her legs, Cassie inhaled before answering.

"North to South."

"That's right," Alan said. He sat the book down on the coffee table and buried his face back into Cassie's pussy, where he immediately continued his merciless assault on her clitoris. She moaned loudly as the inexperienced nerd tried his best to suck down all the juices that leaked from her cunt as he licked within its depths. She raised her feet up and placed them on the coffee table. She involuntarily squeezed her meaty thighs around Alan's head and he immediately wrapped his skinny arms under and around them.

"OHHHHH FUCK! OHHH YEAH! Eat me, Alan! Lick my hot pussy!" Cassie cried out.

Everything she mouthed off was sweet music to Alan's ears, as he increased the intensity of sucking on her fat clitoris. Cassie's moans continued to get louder and louder until...

*Ding!* went a timer suddenly, and to Cassie's dismay, Alan lifted his head up from between her legs and grabbed the history book.

"A timer? Really?" she asked, trying to catch her breath.

"It's to keep track of how long I stay down on you. It's automatically set for thirty seconds, but for every question you get right, I move it back by ten seconds. For every one you get wrong, I won't go down. That's how this game works," he explained. "Shall we continue?"

Cassie nodded her head enthusiastically to hurry up with the question so she could get Alan's tongue back into her drenched vagina.

"Egyptian pharaohs claim to be descended from the Egyptian god of the sun, whose name is...?"

"RA?" she guessed.

"You're on quite a roll," Alan praised, as he moved the time back by ten seconds on the timer.

"Hey Alan, I hope you don't mind me taking off my shirt. It's getting quite hot in here," Cassie alluded. Alan made no qualm about that, as he had been wanting to get a look at her huge double-D cup tits ever since he'd first laid eyes on them. The mere mention of Cassie wanting to take off her shirt further hardened his cock. He dove his tongue back into her slick cunt as she unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it beside her on the couch. Alan peeked up to her huge, soft breasts jutting up and jiggling beneath a black, loosely-fitted tank top that failed spectacularly at staying on her upper torso. She lifted the black tank top up to reveal her peach-colored bra-encased jugs, topped off with a generous amount of flesh pouring from over the top of the cups. Her big nipples fiercely erected and poked brazenly through her sturdy brassiere as Alan hungrily devoured her hot cunt. 

Alan's bulging eyes sunk in the deliciousness of her huge wobbly chest as he kept his tongue buried deep inside her pussy. Just as the writhing and moaning Cassie was about to unfasten her bra...

*Ding!*

Alan started to regret the whole timer idea and groaned with frustration. His mouth watered as he imagined sucking on her bullet nipples and burying his face and whole head in her soft tit flesh. Cassie was also disappointed, nearly reaching her climax yet again, only to be stopped once more.

"On June 15, 1215, King John of England did what and where?" asked Alan.

"Is that a trick question? He could have been doing a million things like eating his wife's cunt to an orgasm, something I am longing to do," she answered.

Alan continued on. "He signed the Magna Carta at Runnymede."

Cassie went on to miss the next four questions, which didn't sit well with Alan. He felt his huge cock ready to explode at the vision of a beautiful, top-heavy girl sitting on his couch with her pussy dripping wet. He was praying for her to answer correctly so that he could finally get his hands on her tits and his mouth back on her hairy mound.

"In 1774, Rhode Island was the first U.S. state to ban something which is now illegal in all states. What was it?"

Cassie began answering almost before Alan finished the question. "Oh my god, I know this one... Slavery." Joy overcame Alan, as he watched Cassie reach up and unclasp her brassiere. He watched her hugely swollen round breasts fall from their respective cups into freedom; his first look at a pair of big tits up close. Cassie's pink, bologna-sized areolas blushed while her thick, fat nipples stretched forward like bullets and begged to be sucked. After their spectacular release, Cassie thrust up her hips forward and offered her drenched snatch to Alan's waiting mouth. He engulfed her hot, engorged clitoris as soon as his mouth made contact with her pussy. With the joy of finally seeing her perfect tits and knowing that they were hanging beautifully above him, Alan feasted on her pussy vigorously.

"OHHHH BABY! OHHHHHH FUCK! Right there! OHHHH YEEEAAAH! Mmmmm!" Cassie cried out. She reached down with both hands and held Alan's head at her cunt. Her large tit-melons bulged obscenely, trapped between her arms, and it was a sight Alan couldn't pry his eyes off of. He slowly slid his warm hands up along her flat stomach towards the plump bottoms of her dangling tits.

*Ding!*

Ignoring the timer, Alan, filled with lust and hornier than he had ever been, filled his hands for the first time with a pair of luscious, heavy breasts. They were quite more than a handful, but Alan palmed every inch of her soft, doughy globes. Cassie gasped as Alan kneaded her huge tits and flicked each big, hard nipple with his fingers as his tongue was doing the same to her juicy clitoris. The intense stimulation Cassie was retrieving from her nipples and pussy was immensely overwhelming and brought her closer and closer to her orgasm.

"OHHHH ALAN! I'm going to cum! OHHHH god, yessss!" Cassie moaned, feeling a monstrous orgasm beginning to sweep through her writhing body.

*Ding, ding, ding!*

The timer was continuously ringing and Alan finally realized it, but instead of pulling away from Cassie's sweet, hot pussy, he reached back turning the timer off. He continued his feverish oral assault on her pussy, amplifying it to unbearable heights. Cassie moaned loud, long, and deep as she covered Alan's face with her abundant fountain of cum, her entire body quivering upon release. Alan relished in her sweet cum, loving the taste of a woman's orgasm as he did his best to suck down all her womanly fluid. His happy hands stayed busy, pawing her pendulously bouncing breasts and taut nipples, as her mighty orgasm slowly began to subside.

After a few minutes Cassie was able to regain her composure. It was getting rather late, and she had to be home in time to fix supper for her little siblings. She cleaned off, got dressed, thanked Alan, and said her goodbyes with a long hug and peck on the cheek. She was very aware of his massive cock pressed up against her crotch during the hug. Her leaving obviously left Alan very disappointed and extremely horny, but at least now he had plenty of masturbation material from his first experience with the opposite sex.

The next Monday, Alan was just about to start up his nightly Call of Duty session when Cassie made an unexpected house call.

"I got an A-!!" she yelled with glee when Alan answered the door, bouncing her way up and down into the living room and causing a major shake inside her skin-tight t-shirt.

"Congratulations! I knew the little experiment would do the trick and give you a reason to care," Alan said. In actuality, he was in utter shock that it had worked.

"And, because your atypical yet pleasant technique helped me pass my history exam, I'm going to return the favor," announced Cassie. She then turned and gave Alan a very seductive look. "So drop those pants and let's see that big dick of yours."

Alan instantly hardened, in more ways than one. His random plan was leading to a reward that was just beginning...

TO BE CONTINUED