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Midnight Shag

By: QuietSurprise



"Well, shit!" I sighed as I rolled onto my back to squint at the red glow that would soon become numbers. These numbers would once again inform me that I was still awake past midnight whilst my wife slept soundly in my arms. I envied her that ability; in all the time we'd been together she'd never struggled to get to sleep – I was always the one listening to her slow, rhythmic breathing.

Usually I'd end up getting out of bed and watching TV, reading or finding some porn that appealed to my tastes and wanking before falling asleep on the couch. Or some combination of the aforementioned. I would always give Georgie a big hug before I got out of bed, but tonight as I got to the hugging stage I realised that I didn't want to get out of bed. As I held her to me, my mind ran away to the first time I'd been in this position, and how long I'd wanted to be there.

I'd worked with Georgia for a few months, and I'll admit that when I first saw her my mind took the low road, and I wondered what she'd look like naked, whether she'd be any good in bed – the usual things that a man thinks when he sees an attractive woman. However, as we spent more time together, I realised that she was perfect for me, or as near as was possible. 

I eventually got the nerve up to ask her out and we went to the cinema, cliché I know, but in a small town it was that or the pub, which was already pencilled in as a second date, should the first one go well. I don't remember what the film was that we saw, for the simple reason that neither of us spent much time watching it. Though we were both in our mid-twenties, we behaved like a couple of horny teenagers!

As soon as the lights dimmed we started kissing, hands were roaming freely over each other's bodies and by the time the trailers and adverts were finished, I had a handful of boob, and Georgie was working to open my jeans. Luckily the cinema was small and not many people bothered with it, preferring the bigger multiplexes in the neighbouring towns and cities. Apart from a few people dotted about in the rows in front of us, we had the place to ourselves.

It wasn't long before Georgie had pulled her bra out of her sleeve and pushed my head to her exposed breasts. I took one in each hand as she continued to pump up and down on my cock with her fist, bringing it to her mouth for more spit-lube every so often. I took her left nipple in my mouth first, rolling it between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth. I moved to the right and started to circle it with my tongue – there was an audible gasp as a lull in dialogue and dramatic music coincided with my change in pace.

We both froze for a second before realised either nobody heard, or nobody cared. I continued to lick, suck and nibble on Georgie's breasts as she continued to stroke my cock. She pushed me away from her and lowered her head to my crotch. She gently kissed the tip before parting her lips and practically inhaling my dick. In one swift movement I could feel myself pressing against the back of her throat and heard a quiet gagging sound as she adjusted to my size.

I've never thought of myself as particularly well endowed, but I'd never been deep throated before either. This was the first time I'd ever felt a girl's tongue and lips on my balls while it was enveloped in the warmth of her mouth – it felt incredible, and I wasn't sure if I'd last much longer as her throat opened and closed, pulsating around my shaft as she breathed. Just as I was about to pull her up, she lifted her mouth off me and smiled. Her look suggested that she knew how close I'd been, and she was chuffed that she'd made me feel that way.

She gripped the shaft of my cock again as she lowered her head and started to slide her mouth up and down on it. Her hand and mouth moved in unison as she sped up, seemingly determined to make me cum. Sure enough, a matter of minutes later I felt the impending orgasm, and grabbed the back of her head. She groaned as I pushed her down on my cock and again as I filled her mouth with my cum. I could feel her swallow it and then start to lick and suck me clean as I released my grip on her head.

When she'd finished, she sat up straight, pulled her t-shirt back down over her boobs and raised her eyebrows as she tilted her head in the direction of the door – the universal code for 'shall we get out of here?' I stood up, taking her hand, and made for the exit. It wasn't until we'd walked past the OAP volunteer in the kiosk that I looked across at her and realised that she had a string of my cum on her bottom lip and chin – and not a thin wisp either. There was no way the old lady at the ticket desk could have missed that!

Georgie had a mischievous grin on her face as she said "She probably can't even remember what a cock looks like, let alone the taste of jizz!" She wiped the remains from her chin and licked her hand clean. I shook my head and started making a beeline for my house. We didn't make it. Instead Georgie pulled me into the alleyway between a pub and a shop and started kissing me.

I pushed her into a doorway and pinned her hands above her head with my left hand as my right roamed down her body and hitched her skirt up. I could see the burning embers in her eyes as I rubbed my hand against her panties and kissed her lips, her ears, her neck – anywhere I could reach without letting go of her hands. 

I'd held back much longer than I'd thought possible when I found the material of her panties bunched in my hand. One sharp tug and a groan from Georgie later, and they were nothing but a scrap of material in my hand. I tucked them into my pocket and took half a step backwards so I could see my prize.

Georgie obviously had a sense of humour – I knew this from our conversations, but as my eyes worked down from her face, past her cleavage to her pussy I saw that she had shaved her pubic hair into a skull and cross bones. Now was not the time to comment upon it – I wanted to feel that pussy, to taste it and of course, to fuck it.

Keeping her hands pinned above her head, I started to rub her clit between two of my fingers and kept enough separation between us that I could watch her face as I explored her pussy. There was a range of twitches and lip bites as my fingers moved against her clit, between her lips and finally into her pussy, which was drooling down her thighs.

I slid two fingers inside her and watched in satisfaction as her head rolled back against the door with a big gasp of breath, only to rock back forwards with a pleading look, the sort of look that says 'I need to cum and I want you to make me.' Who was I to object? 

I let go of Georgie's hands and sunk to my knees as she lifted one leg over my shoulder and brought her pussy to my mouth. I decided not to waste any time and plunged straight in, burying my tongue in her pussy. Judging by the hands on the back of my head, she enjoyed that so I stuck with it until I could feel Georgie's leg shaking and her breath sawing out of her. 

I pulled away enough to be able to take her clit in my mouth and sucked it between my teeth. Once I had it trapped, I flicked my tongue across it; sometimes quick, light touches, other times harder and with more pressure – both seemed to go down well, and it wasn't long before I felt the hands at the back of my head tighten their grip and I could feel the juices flowing from her pussy into my mouth and down my chin.

Georgie was trying her hardest to stifle the expressions of joy that she desperately wanted to give voice to, but was not entirely successful. A few groans and whimpers escaped before she released me and pulled me to my feet. She kissed me and thanked me and kissed me again. Then she grabbed my cock through the denim of my jeans and told me to take her somewhere she could really enjoy herself, without having to worry about being heard. 

I wiped my mouth and took her hand again, pulling her away from the doorway as she was still straightening her skirt and covering herself up. Given that she was still dripping wet, there was no point in trying to clean up her juices. Somehow we managed to walk the 200 yards to my flat and get through the door before things fired up again.

As soon as the door was closed, Georgie pushed me against it and sank to her knees, unzipping my jeans and freeing my cock. Within seconds it was back in her mouth and I was back in heaven – this girl really knew what she was doing! I was starting to feel like I would lose it in her mouth again when she stood up and pushed me onto the stairs.

She straddled me and slid straight onto my cock, resting a moment to gauge depth or something before she started to ride me like a woman possessed. I'd never had a girl so enthusiastic to be on top – most ex-girlfriends had accepted that sometimes I needed a breather and this way they could continue getting fucked and I could get my second wind, but Georgie was riding me like I'd always imagined it could be.

I wanted to repay some of the enthusiasm, so I pulled her off me and pushed her up the stairs. As she started to scramble up them I grabbed the waistband of her skirt as I kicked my trousers off. She braced herself on the step in front of her as I slid back into her and looked over her shoulder at me, "Go on, then fuck me!" So I did. I grabbed a handful of hair with my right and a shoulder with my left and started to pound into her pussy, her arse cheeks slapping against my thighs with every thrust.

It didn't take long before she was cumming again, and this time she made no attempt to silence herself. A string of shrieks, screams and obscenities were unleashed before she collapsed on the stairs. I pulled out of her and picked her up over my shoulder to carry her to my bed. I laid her down and then took off my shirt. I realised that she was pretty much still dressed and decided to rectify things.

I unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs as she lifted her top over her head. She lay back on the bed, tired but still horny. I joined her on the bed, and held her close. We kissed and the pace no longer felt like we had to rush, like the fear that this was a one off was now gone. Neither of us had said it, but we were now 'together'.

As we kissed I moved between her thighs and positioned myself. Georgie held me close and whispered and very breathy "Yes" into my ear, which was my cue. I moved my weight forward on my elbows as I entered her again, this time as a lover, not a horny shag. We made love, taking the time to enjoy each other and ourselves, and not just race to the finish line.

I withdrew and rolled Georgie onto her side so I could spoon in behind her and hold her in my arms as I prepared to climax again. I felt her hands on top of mine guiding them where she needed them, one to her breast and the other to her clit. She pushed her arse against my hips in time with my thrusts, which caused my hand to rub her clit. I could feel her building up again, and knew my own orgasm wasn't far away. 

I held back as long as I could to try and allow Georgie to come first, but it didn't seem to matter; as I let go and unleashed my orgasm into her, it seemed enough to trigger her own release and this time, the curses and drama of her earlier orgasm were replaced by a low groan and a tightening of her grip on my hands. And that was how we fell asleep – neither of us had the energy to clean up, or the feelings of self-consciousness that might have caused us to make a trip to the bathroom.

All that was years ago now, but the memory wasn't fading in the slightest – nor had its effect diminished! I was poking my wife in the back and found that my hands had made their way to her breast and clit – the only thing missing from the final tableau of my remembrances was my cock in her pussy. I ran my fingers between her lips and felt the moisture I had hoped for – it was good to know that I could still turn her on, even if I wasn't aware I was trying to!

I nudged her left leg forward and shifted my hips to line up with her pussy – which was still adorned by the pubic skull and cross bones. Using the hand that had been on her clit to guide the head of my cock between her lips, I was soon inside her and took a moment to enjoy just how warm, wet and tight she was.

I replaced my hand on her clit and started to rock my hips back and forth, pushing further inside her until I was balls deep. I heard a quiet moan, and noticed the changing expression on her face. It was her sex face, and it was unmistakable. That face told me that she was already starting to build up to an orgasm, even though she was still asleep.

I began to speed up and Georgie began to wake up. "What th...." I put my finger over her lips to shush her.

"Just go with it." She shrugged and went with it, starting to push back against me, working in that same rhythm that we perfected that first night, nearly a decade ago. She turned her face towards me and we kissed, our tongues meeting and twisting between our lips. "Pin me."

I knew what she meant and I rolled her onto her stomach, my weight on top of her. I clamped her legs tight between mine and gripped her hands in mine. I nibbled the back of her neck as I continued to thrust into her. Georgie liked to be close when making love – the more body contact the better. Missionary, spoons and 'pinning' were her favourites for this very reason.

I felt her shudder beneath me and knew she'd had a quiet orgasm, the kind she usually had when we made love. When we fucked it was a whole different matter – much louder, much more frantic and wet. I pulled out of her and rolled her on her back. "Are you close?" she asked. I nodded. She opened her mouth and I moved up her body to kneel over her chest, her cleavage accentuated by its being squeezed between my thighs. This alone was nearly enough to tip me over the edge, but I knew that I should hold back a little because I always loved the next bit. 

Georgie wrapped her delicate fingers around my cock and started to pump her hand up and down as she flicked her tongue across the tip of my dick. Then she pulled me forwards until it was resting between her lips and sucked it in as she continued to pull. This was often the way we finished off. I would grip the headboard and fuck her mouth while she licked, sucked and stroked me to the edge of oblivion. My hips spasmed and bucked as I came and Georgie slurped and swallowed until she was sure I was empty. 

She grinned at me as I climbed off her and said, "I've often wondered why you didn't do that before. I know you can't sleep some nights, but you always drop off after sex. It makes sense that you'd take advantage of my defenceless, sleeping body in order to nod off."

I was amazed. All these years I'd fought insomnia, and here I was being given a free pass to sex as a sleep aid! "I bet not many husbands have a wife as amazing as mine! I knew from the moment I saw you I wanted you."

"And how long before you wanted more than my body?" There was a genuine hint of curiosity in her voice.

"Not even until the end of our first date."

We moved back into our preferred sleep position, the spoons, and she said, "You've gotten laid, now let me sleep!"

I love that woman, I really do!

Midnight Shenanigans



Debated for a while whether to post it or not, figured what the hell. Not my favorite story but I still liked it.

Disclaimer: Only adults of legal age should read, yada yada legal stuff. Credit must be given to me if shared elsewhere, yada yada yada, here comes the sex. 






Later that night after work, I decided to take a shower. I invited Kate to join me, but she declined politely. I sighed, and went into the bathroom. I don't know how long I was in there, but it felt amazing. As the piping hot water rushed over me I felt all the aches and pains of the day go away. Kate had taken care of handling any stress I would normally have. Some say I take my low-paying retail job too seriously, and I would generally have to agree.

Finally I decided to turn the water off and emerge from my knockoff hot tub experience. I dried off and put on some underpants, then opened the door to walk out. I was opening my mouth to announce my new found cleanliness, when I heard Kate talking so I decided to be rude and eavesdrop.

"I dunno, it was just kind of spur of the moment, no thinking sorta thing," Kate said.

"That's really hot, I'm gonna have to try that sometime. Maybe you should go back overseas again," our roommate, Riley, added innocently as I smiled at the memory.

Kate and I had been going steady for about two years when she got an opportunity to go to Venice, Italy for a year. She'd always wanted to go, but she said that she didn't want to leave me for a year. After much convincing on my part, she ended up going.

Conveniently enough, the same day Kate flew out, Riley's lease ended and she needed a place to stay. Apparently Kate had told her she could stay with me until Kate got back. I found this out when I came home from work and saw that my bathroom had been taken over, and the bedsheets, on the only bed in the house, had been changed from the usual plain comforter, to a pink frilly mess that hurt my eyes and damaged my soul.

Immediately after seeing my home invaded, I called Kate, who was of course on an airplane above the ocean. She told me to handle my own problems like an adult and she'd call when she landed. Seeing as how we had only the one bed and a tiny couch that I couldn't lay comfortably on, I called every friend I could and asked to stay overnight. Of course, they all said no. Apparently I snore when I sleep.

Anyway, to make a long story short, after about a week Riley was still there and she had planted roots. I'd gotten tired of sleeping on the couch and my back hated me, so I decided I would sleep in the bed, with Riley, (who said the couch was below her) but stay to my side. The main problem with this was that I was incredibly attracted to Riley, and I knew it was mutual, and although I would never actually cheat on Kate I had a feeling my dick didn't feel the same way.

The feeling was founded when I woke up to a slobbery dick halfway down Riley's throat, while she was on the phone with Kate no less. I'd had a heart attack. Apparently though, this had been the plan all along. Riley move in while Kate is gone, just so she knew I was "taken care of." And once Kate got back, Riley refused to leave, so we all got a bigger place and moved in together. We all fucked each other frequently.

I was snapped back into reality by a fake laugh from Kate followed by her saying, "He doesn't get anything until he pays me back. I gave him the best blowjob he's ever gotten, and he owes me some tongue time."

Riley made a shocked sound. "Best ever?! I can think of a few of mine that could be argued for best ever!"

"The gallons of cum said differently," Kate said haughtily.

"Let me just tell you," Riley began, but I stepped around the corner to interrupt them. As much as I love hearing two gorgeous women talking about giving me blowjobs, I was frankly tired of standing still in the hallway.

"Hi there ladies. What are we talking about?"

They both turned their head to me and glared. "How long have you been standing there?" Kate asked.

"Who, me?" I replied innocently.

Riley raised an eyebrow as if to say, Just save time and admit it already. I complied.

"About 2 minutes," I said.

Kate clicked her teeth and turned to Riley. "We just get no privacy in this house, do we?"

Riley nodded her head in reply. "We sure don't. And the indecency of it all too. Would it kill you to put on some clothes?"

"Yea, no one wants to see your junk," added Kate.

In reply I simply pulled down and stepped out of my underpants.

"Well loooookie here," began Riley. "Someone wants to throw their two cents into the conversation."

"We don't care what you have to say mister, go home," Kate said.

I sighed, sensing they could go on a lot longer than I could, and put my underpants back on, and went over to sit on the couch.

"That's what I thought," they said in unison.

I shook my head and sat down on the open cushion of the couch, which happened to be beside Riley. I took her in as I sat down. Riley is only average height, and has black hair that hits the middle of her back and is almost always in a ponytail. She has bright blue eyes, light freckles under her eyes that stretch across her nose, and bright pink lips that are ready for sin. Her boobs are larger than average, and give her curves that she does her best to show off. Riley's butt is the kind that you just want to spank until its bright red, then kiss it to make it better. Her legs are a little short, but when you see them you just can't help but imagine them wrapped around you. Riley is bubbly, outgoing, quick to smile, and will almost always touch your arm when she is telling you a story. She looks like an innocent girl-next-door, that is until she gets her mischievous smirk that lets you know she knows you want to fuck her, and she loves it. Almost every man who meets her crushes on her immediately, and she flirts just enough to encourage it. She's the classic cock-tease, a girl who knows she's built for sex and gets off on flaunting the fact as much as she can.

"Whoa, take a picture big fella," said Riley.

"And keep your hands off her, she's mine," said Kate, planting a big kiss on Riley's lips as she finished.

I raised an eyebrow at the kiss, basically asking for more, and Kate winked at me and obliged, kissing Riley on the lips again, this time with more passion, cupping Riley's head in her hand. Riley responded by kissing right back, eagerly as she could, and within seconds they were tonguing it up. I just sat and watched, my cock making slight movements almost in beat with their lips smacking, and grinned. Some days life is just better.

Within a few seconds however, they were done. They both wiped their mouths clean of each other's saliva, Riley turning on the TV as Kate got comfortable again. They weren't even out of breath.

"Uh, wh, ah," I babbled, unable to form the proper words to express my disappoint.

"Yes?" asked Riley, leaning back.

"You can't just do that!" I said loudly. "That's worse than changing the channel right as the QB is throwing a Hail Mary!"

"I never really cared much for football," replied Riley. "Although I will admit I've always enjoyed the tight pants."

"Me too," said Kate. "Personally I've always thought football was just an excuse for grown men to jump on top of each other."

I let out an exasperated sound. "No its not! It's about the competition, the battle of wits, the grind... and don't change the subject!"

"You're getting pretty noisy there bud," Kate said. "Better quiet down before Mrs. Henderson comes down here with her broom again."

Riley smirked. "This time it wouldn't be because of my magical tongue though."

Kate giggled, Riley kept smirking, and I threw my hands in the air and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Some days you just couldn't bribe to go your way.

We ended up ordering pizza and watching some crappy movie on Netflix. The girls huddled under a blanket the entire time, and I swear I saw them groping each other under the blanket. Kate and Riley not only loved each other's bodies, they loved messing with me as often as they could. Damn lesbians.

After the movie was over and the popcorn kernels had fallen under the couch to join their brethren, I stood up. "I'm gonna go to bed," I announced. "If you two ever get done groping each other feel free to come to bed too."

Riley slept in the same bed as us almost all the time, because that's where she ended up anyway with two horny people constantly craving her body, and sometimes I even got lucky and slept between them. Mostly though I just got the edge of the bed and a corner of the blanket.

The girls simply nodded and waved goodnight, then turned on another movie. I waited hopeful for a second that they were just messing with me, then waited even longer in bed hoping they'd come in and fulfill every fantasy I'd ever had, but eventually I passed out.

The clock said 1:30am when I woke up to a hand on my dick. I knew immediately that it was Riley's, simply because she wasn't squeezing it as tight as Kate does, and I grinned as Riley slowly stroked it. Already I was rock hard, but if I hadn't the sight I saw would've perked me up almost instantly. Riley had Kate's legs over her shoulders with her head buried in her crotch, as she licked Kate's pussy like she was a dog trying to get the peanut butter on the bottom of the jar. Kate moaned very softly, she was rather quiet with her sex sounds, as she had one hand on the back of Riley's head and the other massaging her tits. I just laid back and watched the show, Riley's hand moving ever so slowly along my shaft.

I watched and listened for however long before Kate seemed to realize that I'd woken up. She raised her head up a tiny bit to look at me and smiled. "Hi sweetie, sorry we woke you. This one," she said, gently shoving Riley's head into her crotch, "decided to tease me the entire movie." I smiled back at her as she put her head down, only to raise it right back up. "And don't think this gets you out of your tongue time mister. There is plenty of me for everyone."

Just thinking about tasting Kate's sweet pussy made me move my hips a little bit, instinctively, and Riley immediately got the idea and started stroking my cock faster. Her grip wasn't as tight as Kate's, and she didn't move quite as fast, but she had a way of massaging my cock with her fingers as she stroked my shaft, and she always made sure my balls got the proper attention. I've always loved Riley's little hands on my cock.

I let her stroke me for a bit longer, listening to Kate moan and watching her play with her tits the whole time, before I finally got too horny to handle it anymore. I grabbed Riley's wrist in my hand, reached around for her other one as well, pulling it off of Kate's leg, and grabbed them together in one hand. Then I got on my knees behind Riley, who's ass was in the air just asking for it, put her hands just above her butt but still in my control, and took a finger to probe her pussy.

I teased the outside of her pussy with my finger, before moving inside her, slowly. I quickly found her clit and stimulated it with the tip of my finger, creating a moan from Riley and a happy grin from me. I shoved my finger deeper inside her until I could feel her sopping wet pussy dripping on my first knuckle, then pulled out of her and replaced my finger with my hard cock.

The moment the head of my cock pierced into her pussy and separated her lips, she let out a loud moan into Kate's pussy. Riley has never been quite as reserved as Kate when it comes to sex sounds. Still holding her hands together by her wrist and behind her back, just for the fun of it, I found myself in complete control of Riley and I grinned broadly. There was always time to fuck with her before actually fucking her.

So ever so slowly I slid my dick inside of her cunt, moving my hips slowly as I did to further probe her. At first Riley had tried to push me inside her by thrusting back, but with her hands out of her control and her head buried in a pussy, I easily kept her from doing so. And as my cock crept inside of her, I took my free hand and slowly trailed my fingertips along her spine to tickle her, enjoying her little movements with me inside her.

It took about a minute before I finally let my cock push all the way in, and by then Riley was moaning with every movement I made. It would have been easy to make her cum right then and there, but I decided it would be more fun to mess with her. I leaned up to her ear, my dick shifting around as I adjusted my position, and put my mouth close to her ear, so close I could feel her ear on my lips when I talked.

"Good girls get to cum," I whispered quietly yet forcefully. "Cock-teases like you have to wait," I said, kissing her neck gently. She replied with something, but it was impossible for me to understand her with her tongue being occupied.

I left a trail of kisses down her back until I had to sit back up, enjoying the taste of her soft, warm, and slightly sweaty skin. I slowly pulled my cock back out of her, jerking it around inside her at random times just to feel her squirm, until I felt the tip of it resting against her labia. Tracing the outline of it with my cock, I decided to watch Kate while she got eaten out.

Kate's face was contorted into an expression of almost-pain yet full pleasure as her hips grinded on Riley's face, begging to be tongue-fucked faster. It was hard to tell how Riley reacted, but judging by the loud moan and the sudden appearance of Kate's hands on her breasts, I guess she complied.

I moved my cock away from her labia, a tiny trail of her pussy juice left, before I moved Riley's hands down a little lower and rubbed my cock along her fingertips while I continued to watch Kate, who sounded like she was getting close to cumming. Riley's fingers began to twitch under my cock, as if begging for me to give her any kind of attention, but I kept on watching Kate squirm. She had her breasts cupped in her hands now, and I could see that she was playing with her nipples, pinching them until she couldn't stand the pressure anymore, then rubbing them to ease the tension, then repeating the whole process. Her mouth was constantly agape, and it took a lot of will power not to get up and shove my cock into her inviting mouth. Watching Kate writhe in ecstasy made my cock twinge, and suddenly I absolutely had to fuck something.

Luckily, I had a ready and willing pussy within inches of me. So faster than I knew I could move, I shoved my dick back into Riley's cunt, all the way in with one thrust, and felt her whole body convulse in pleasure as I did. Not bothering to tease her anymore, I pulled it back out, the tip of me resting just inside her, and forced my way back in, even harder this time. Riley's body shook again, and I heard a moan escape into the pussy she was so happily eating out. I whipped it back out of her, and shoved it inside again, instantly pulling it back out once I was as far as I could go in. Then I shoved it back in faster, the speed and intensity of my thrusts increasing with each one. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, I huffed for breath, and yet I kept going, time becoming meaningless and immeasurable.

I felt my balls begin to weigh themselves down with cum, then I felt them smack against Riley, the sensation almost hurting but adding to my pleasure. I felt Riley move under me with every thrust, and I felt her muscles clenching and unclenching, the whole while I could tell her tongue was fucking Kate for all it had. My cock began to burn, starting at the base then slowly trickling up with each thrust I made. The three of us began to moan together, losing ourselves in the pleasure we were giving each other. I felt the burning in my cock reach the tip.

And I stopped. I pulled out of Riley immediately, and spent a few seconds fighting off my near-orgasm, Kate and Riley sounding as if they were doing the same. I took a deep breath, my heart still racing but slowing down. I saw Riley lift up her head and gasp for air, and I saw Kate's jaw unclench. Then they both turned to look at me.

"Why did you stop?" Riley asked, half pleadingly, half angrily. I wondered that myself for half a second, before I heard a loud smack in the room and my hand suddenly stung. I looked down and saw Riley's ass still jiggling a tiny bit, a bit of a red mark starting to form. I liked the way it looked, so I smacked it again. And again. Then one more time for good measure, each cheek getting the same amount of smacks, and each cheek turning red.

"I told you, only good girls get to cum. Little cock teasing whores have to wait," I finally said.

"Pleaseeeeee," Riley begged. "I'm sorry I teased you. If you let me cum now I promise to suck you dry tomorrow, just please let me cum!"

"He's right," Kate chimed in. "You've teased us both all night, you don't get to cum. You have to earn it.

"How?" Riley said, her eyes pleading to get fucked. "Just tell me what you want I need to cum!"

I grinned then looked at Kate, who grinned back at me. Normally it was Riley who put us on edge, now we had her right where we wanted her. "Hmmm," I started. "What do you think, dear?"

Kate sat up and tapped her chin thoughtfully. She had clearly been about to cum too, but just as clearly she didn't want to miss out on a chance to fuck with Riley. Like I said, there was always time to fuck with her before actually fucking her. "Maybe we should tie her up, and just stay up all night edging her and never let her cum."

"That's deliciously mean," I said. "But I do kinda wanna sleep tonight." I got up and moved around to where Kate was, lowering my voice so only she could hear. "Do you think you can squirt tonight?" I asked her.

She replied instantly. "Definitely. I was close to doing it before you decided to get all vindictive," she teased quietly. "Why?"

I grinned. "Trust me. And make sure you get it all over her face." I walked back to the top of the bed before she could reply.

"Alright my dear cock tease. If you can make my lovely partner, Kate, squirt in the next few minutes, I'll let you cum. Think you can do it?"

"Yes, yes, definitely. Promise to let me cum?" She pleaded.

I nodded in reply. Riley grinned at me before turning back to Kate, who had gotten back into position, to begin lapping up her pussy once again. I watched, idly stroking my cock, as Riley and her masterful tongue got to work.

Instantly Kate looked like she was back on cloud nine, this time with even more moaning. I saw her grip Riley's pony tail and shove her head deeper into her pussy, and I heard Riley purr in response. Riley's head was moving back and forth and I could tell by the way her jaw moved that her tongue was in overdrive. Kate had gone back to massaging her tits, her legs now on Riley's shoulders and clenching as she got eaten out.

I kept watching as Riley suddenly stopped with her tongue, instead using her fingers to trace around Kate's pussy, never touching it, making Kate convulse. Riley placed a gentle kiss on Kate's labia, then stuck her tongue back inside of Kate, paying special attention to her clit.

They kept up for another minute before I got antsy, my own orgasm begging to be released. So I did what any sensible person would do, I smacked Riley's ass again. "Hurry up!" I said as she let out a scream into Kate's pussy. Then I shoved my dick back inside of Riley and began to slowly fuck her, edging myself to build up cum.

I was in that state between sanity and near-orgasm, where your mind stops working and all you can feel is pleasure. Somehow I kept myself from cumming, but I knew it wouldn't be much longer. Watching Kate get eaten out had really sped up the process. So I pulled back out, replacing my cock with my fingers, probing Riley once again.




Midnight Shift



Lucy parked her car next to the convenience store and noticed the crowd. 

"Shit," she sighed, it was going to be busy and she hadn't hand anything to eat yet. She grabbed a pack of crackers on her way around the counter and tossed her purse in the closed cabinet beneath the gas pump board.

"Hey girl," Mary was running the register. She counted out change and slammed the money drawer closed before turning and presenting her palm in expectation of Lucy paying for the pack of crackers. 

"Lighten up, gramma," Lucy winked as she dropped a quarter in the older woman's hand.

Though she said it jokingly she silently added, "Ya bitchy ole bag!" Nobody liked Mary, not behind her back anyway. She'd been working there forever and therefore considered herself the queen of the register. Everyone smiled to her wrinkled old face though. She held the real power; she did the scheduling, and that made her Queen of the Time Clock at least. Everyone sighed with relief when Mary went home.

Lucy had been on midnight shift for six months. Actually she liked it, though if she admitted it, the old bag would change her to mornings, which she DID NOT want. So, she chorused with the rest of the staff and complained about the time as she signed in.

Things stayed busy for the next two hours, which was fine, it made the time go faster. Lucy hadn't noticed Rob come in and when he stepped up to the counter she smiled at the surprise.

"You got time for a break?" He winked and smiled a toothy grin as he leaned over the counter toward her.

"Well, I have to take the empty pop bottles out to the bottle-bin in a bit." She nodded toward the large wire cart filled with empty pop bottles 

"Oh, ok, well I'll help you!" 

"Ok, lemme tell Mike I'm going out." 

Lucy turned to the tall woman stocking cigarettes, "Hey Chris, will you mind the register while I take out the bottles?" 

"Yea, sure, go ahead as long as you've got help. Might as well get it done." Chris was a very "butchy" woman though she wasn't gay. Lucy had suspected that Chris shaved her face periodically, and was sure of it when one night Chris' face was smooth after being a bit stubbly the night before. 

"Ok, be back in a few." She walked to the office to tell the manager then met Rob and they pushed the heavy cart out the front door and across the parking lot toward the temporary building where the bottles were stored. 

The bottle-bin, or so it was called, was a chain-link structure with thin slats of aluminum threaded between the fencing so that it was almost a solid structure. There were cases of bottles stacked all along the walls virtually blocking any visibility from the outside, even thought it was only a few yards away from the gas pumps.

Lucy and Rob pushed the cart inside and as she began to empty it, Rob pulled the door shut. The lights from the gas island shone eerily through the slats in the walls and as she turned again he was standing in front of her, smiling.

"You gonna just stand there or help me?" She frowned.

Rob quickly grabbed her and laughed, "That can wait a few minutes, baby." He kissed her roughly, pulling her hair to tilt her face up toward his.

"NOT NOW!" She tried to say, but his mouth smothered her, his tongue lashing across hers and his hands pinning hers behind her back.

He continued to kiss her violently for several minutes, grinding his swelling cock against her and moving one hand to her tit, squeezing and pinching firmly. 

"Cummon baby, you know you want to, just think all those people out there." He tempted her.

His hand moved to her crotch, pressing and rolling against her and as her breath quickened he pressed his knee against her and slid his hands to her back.

"Turn around," he nodded toward the gas pumps, "look, look at all the people, and we're gonna fuck right here and they won't even know." He spun her around so that she was peering through the spaces between the slats, and as she looked at the three cars and drivers at the island, he pushed his hand down the front of her pants and started rubbing his fingers against her swelling clit.

"Uh huh, see?" He whispered in her ear, "you're hot, you know you want me to fuck you right here, don't you?"

She took a few deep breaths and scanned the parking lot. He unzipped her pants, pushed them around her ankles and leaned her against the stacked cases of bottles.

"Oh my God." She felt his hard cock pressed against her leg and leaned forward just a bit, giggling mischievously, " I can't believe I'm doing this." She grabbed onto the wooden cases as he shoved his thick cock into her quickly.

"Oh yea, baby, I knew you wanted it," he pounded against her, "you're so fucking ready." His hands rested on her hips as he slid easily in and out of her hot, dripping cunt. "Look, Luce, those guys are looking this way." He pounded into her hard, pushing the breath out of her with a gasp, rattling the bottles she leaned against.

For several minutes he fucked her smoothly, watching his wet cock disappear into her, grinning at the situation. He knew she would be game; she was just sluttish enough to like this. His cock slid in easily, and then as he tried to pull out, he felt her muscles grab him.

He reached to her tits, pulling her t-shirt up and slipping the bra to the side, and then he grabbed her hand, moving it between her legs as he sucked hard on her neck.

Lucy pressed her fingers against her swollen clit. "That's it baby, help me, and rub that hard little clit. Can you be quiet enough? Maybe they'll hear," he bit her shoulder, and she squealed before she could stop herself. "Careful, baby, they're gonna hear you. You want them to hear you?" He whispered close to her ear, challenging her. "Common, Luce, squeal a little so they know we're in here." Lucy bit her lip to quiet herself. 

Her nipples were swollen and as he pummeled her they scraped and jiggled across the tops of the bottles. It was driving her mad. With one hand balancing herself against the rattling bottles and the other moving quickly across and around her clit Rob bounced his belly against her ass, his cock moving like a hot piston. 

She felt her knees getting weak. "Oh God," she whispered as she scanned the parking lot again, this time her gaze was a bit fuzzy and the way he was slamming into her made it hard to keep the empty space between the slats in focus.

"Oh yea, common baby, this is great, you are so hot, mmmm, and I'm gonna shoot into you right here in front of everyone." He looked out into the parking lot and pounded against her harder, trying to make her moan, trying to make the people out there look toward them. He felt his balls getting tight. She was close, he could feel her muscles inside moving rhythmically along his throbbing cock so he grabbed her nipples and twisted them roughly as he pushed her hard against the stack of bottles. 

Lucy bit at her lip hard this time, her legs began to tremble and she struggled to keep standing as the flutter in her belly swelled and rolled to her chest and down into her legs. With a throaty groan she was overwhelmed, her hips rocked back quickly toward Rob's throbbing cock then jerked forward against the wooden crates, rattling the stacks of bottles. He pulled her back hard, plummeting himself into her and as she pushed back against him they heard the manager call her.

"Oh shit!" She groaned and answered him quickly, before he got any nearer the building. "Be there in a minute, Mike!" She could hear the quiver in her voice, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Well, hurry up," Mike stopped and stared for a moment before turning back toward the store, "Chris said she's not gonna run your register all night!"

Several people at the gas pumps and in the lot turned toward the building, wondering about the conversation. That sent Rob over the edge. His balls seemed to explode as he held her ass tight against his thrusting pelvis, his cock pressing deeply into her belly, filling her with each rumbling spurt, and a groan, muffled but still audible, escaped as his teeth gnashed together.

Lucy stifled a giggle, "She's just jealous." She snickered as she felt Rob explode into her. 

They stood leaning against the bottles for a few minutes catching their breaths, and then she reached down for her pants. Her hands were shaking as she wriggled them up. 

Rob, still panting stopped her. "Wait... here." He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, "it's clean," he chuckled as he slipped in against her sopped pussy. "You don't wanna leak down your legs, do you?" He teased as he pulled her bra over her swollen nipples and straightened her blouse then he fixed her bangs and fastened his pants.

"You ready?" He was grinning like a Cheshire cat as he kissed her, his lips covering hers, pulling her into his mouth. They both reveled in the body rush engulfing them for a few moments before breaking apart.

She took a deep breath and grabbed the bottle cart and they quickly deposited the remaining cases. 

"Ok, I guess!" She was laughing as they pushed the cart through the door, she wondered if the people in the lot could see her flushed face.

"Hey you know what?" He said, leaning on the cart as they neared the store.

"Um, what?" She tried to stifle a giggle.

"This is like one of those stories in Penthouse! And I thought shit like this never really happened." 

"I know. I can't believe we just did that." She was hard pressed to stifle another giggle. Her knees were weak and her mind was trying to catch up with her and as they looked at the people at the gas island, then toward the store where Chris glared angrily through the large window they both busted out in a snicker that lasted most of the night.



Midnight Shift Ch. 1



"Good morning. Dr. Prospero's answering service. This is Caresse. How may I help you?"

"I want you to get the doctor for me now. Right this minute. It's an emergency."

This guy sounded like he was at least eighty. At first I used to panic when calls like this came in, but over the last three years I have learned that to the elderly, almost everything is an emergency. Probably just constipation.

"Calm down, sir. Let me get your information and I will page the doctor. Your name?"

"Charles Smith."

"Your phone number?"

"Lady, I ain't got all night. I need the doctor now!"

"Well, how is the doctor going to reach you if you don't give me your phone number?" Don't these people realize that the longer they struggle against your questions the longer it takes to get the message out?

Finally he gave me his phone number.

"And what is the problem you are having this morning?"

"I told that doctor not to give me any blood pressure pills that would keep me from getting a hard on. I need him to call in the correct ones this time."

"I'm sorry sir, but Dr. Prospero doesn't fill prescriptions after hours."

"What?! But this is an emergency!"

"I understand, sir. The doctor does say that if you have an emergency you can always go to the nearest hospital. Otherwise I would be happy to give him your message Monday morning when he returns to the office."

Click. The phone went dead. Guess he didn't like my answer. He must have gone down to Stewart Avenue and bought a piece and now couldn't avail himself of her services. Gosh, I have been in this business too long. When did I turn so cynical? But it was a funny thought.

Dr. Prospero, huh? Must be a new account. I haven't seen it before. Good thing the instructions were written clearly on the boardcard where I could read them and talk at the same time. Someone in setup has finally gotten a clue. It's eerie though. Why do I picture boxer shorts?

Ring. Ring.

"Good morning. Dr. Brannigan's answering service. This is Caresse. How may I help you?"

"Why did you page that quack doctor instead of Dr. Brannigan like I TOLD you to do?"

"Sir?"

"I need to speak to Dr. Branigan and Dr. Brannigan only!"

"Then you will need to call Monday through Friday from 9am to 6pm. After hours, Dr. Harris is on call for Dr. Brannigan and capable of handling anything we give her."

"Listen here, bitch. My wife is having a motherfucking emergency, goddamnit!"

"Sir, if she was actually having an emergency then you would have been more than willing to talk to the doctor."

Click.

With a husband like that, no wonder the poor woman is ill. It's a good thing I don't pay attention to myself or I would discover how truly obnoxious I had become.

Bing. Bong.

The doorbell? At one o'clock in the morning? It can't possibly be a door to door salesman.

I hit the button on the speaker and asked, "How may I help you?" I spend my life saying that phrase.

"This is Dr. Prospero. I am here to pay the start up fees for my account."

"Doctor that is usually done during office hours. I don't have access to accounting."

"Wilma told me I could come anytime."

Smart girl, that Wilma. I keep getting yelled at for not locking up when I'm working alone and they invite anyone over.

"Just a moment, sir."

I hopped out of my station and headed down the hallway until the front doorknob was in my grasp. Part of me felt really self-conscious about opening it but in the back of my mind I envisioned yellow boxer shorts and heard voices, "Psst. Hey, Caresse. What's in the fridge?"

Prospero from the erotica writer's list I help moderate on the internet. Dr. Prospero. No way! The very last marble of intelligence has finally fallen off the precipice of my sanity.

When I opened the door I was surprised at how young and beautiful the doctor appeared, not to mention tall and built. (On closer inspection, quite well-endowed.) He was still dressed in one of those nifty white lab coats and had a smile that made it worth working the 9pm to 7am shift. Wow, if doctors have started looking this good, then maybe I need to get sick more often.

"Hello, Miss. I'm Dr. Prospero. I was at the hospital all night in surgery and appreciate you letting me pay the bill now. I know it must have made you nervous opening the door for a complete stranger at this time of night."

"That's okay. I'll go get the key and lay your check on Wilma's desk. She'll see it first thing Monday morning."

"Thank you."

He followed me to her office and I removed the key from its secret hiding place right in front of him out of sheer spite. She shouldn't have told the guy to come at this hour of the night. The only reason she did it was because her keyboard had recently been destroyed by a greasy substance getting in the keys. She denied everything and I may or may not have inadvertently mentioned the almost daily KFC fried chicken buckets that piled up in the garbage can next to her office. My mother always told me that my southern temper would get me in trouble someday.

"Is it busy now? I was wondering if you could give me a tour. I'm curious as to how my phones are being answered."

"Sure. No problem." It's not like I have anything else better to do. Just my job. But he sure is cute.

Maybe I should show him the stats room first. Accidentally lock us inside. It would be morning before we were rescued. I could think of plenty of ways to while away the next couple of hours in that tiny little room.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"I'm sorry, sir. I have to answer the phone."

Running into the boardroom, I didn't notice him follow me as I placed my headset over my ears and pressed the talk button.

"Good morning. Whispering Pines Memorial Gardens. This is Caresse. How may I help you?"

"Yes ma'am. I need to know how much your apartments run."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. This is a cemetery."

"You don't have any apartments?"

No, but there is a nice plot at the back entrance. One time fee for permanent residency.

"No, I'm sorry. You have the wrong number."

Dr. Prospero asked about the call and when I told him he wondered, "Do you get calls like that all night?"

"Usually. But this is nothing. Come during the full moon and bring popcorn. You're in for a show."

I noticed him giving my legs the eye and couldn't help crossing them in a way that used to make my ex-boyfriend go wild.

"Does the dress code normally let you wear shorts that short?"

"I'm the only one here. I can answer the phones naked if I want to."

"If you are answering my phones naked then I will be a much happier man. Heck, I probably won't even fuss if you call me at this hour of the morning."

I have loved a good flirt for as long as I can remember and this guy seemed perfectly willing. Pourquoi pas? Discretely kicking the powercord up under my terminal I knocked it smack out of the socket hence turning the computer off.

"Ooops. Sorry. Unplugged it again. Just a second."

I slid out of the chair and onto my knees, bent over forwards and gave a couple of darn good wiggles, if I do say so myself, in the denim daisy duke shorts my ex-girlfriend, Kayla, had given me a week or so before she moved out of state. Kind of a going away present in reverse.

"Do you wear underwear?," he asked, obviously being able to see the answer from the position I was in at his feet.

"No, why should I? What purpose do they serve?"

"My kind of girl."

I stood up and faced him, well the best I could, with him being at least a foot taller. He smiled down at me with a naughty boy grin that he was apparently a master of and I felt a blush begin to cover my cheeks with its warmth. "I have some cheesecake and Merlot in the car if you're interested? I'm sorry. I changed it to strawberry shortcake. Your favorite."

"It is you. The man I have been flirting with from the computer writing group."

"Yes."

"I said I fantasized about Mr Macho types in boxer shorts raiding my refrigerator while I slipped a hand inside... You sent that card for my birthday a couple of days ago with all the cute little messages that have been going through my mind. But how did you know where I work?"

"You made no secret that you work for an answering service and not long ago I was checking the group messages and saw yours about a conversation with a hospital administrator after a lightening storm. An associate happened to come by and read it over my shoulder. He told me his service had a power outage that outlasted their emergency generators that same night. I asked what service he used and stopped by last week. I knew the moment I saw Caresse Mandylor on the time card wall that I had to have an account with your company."

Ring. Ring.

"Good morning. Martin's Plumbing Company. This is Caresse. How may I help you?"

"I need a date."

"Well, I can't get you a date, but I can catch a plumber for you."

Click.

I looked over to Dr. Prospero to make a snide comment about the caller and was stopped by his fingers caressing my lips before pulling the mouthpiece out of the way and giving me an electrifying kiss. I had never kissed anyone in a lab coat before and it was kind of exciting. Slowly, I moved my fingers up his arms, thinking "Wow he must work out," and placed them at the nape of his neck, feeling the crisp lab coat at my wrists. Mmmm. His lips felt so good on mine. They knew just what I liked as if we had been kissing for a lot longer than a few minutes.

Our descent to the floor was impeded by the wires attaching me via headset to the computer, but he made short work of them, unplugging me from the base. Oh, making love wearing nothing but my headset. Interesting... Never thought of it before.

To Be Continued...



Midnight Shift Ch. 2



He pinned me to the floor on his knees with his legs pressed tightly against my hips, his crotch a few inches above my navel.

"Are you really wearing boxer shorts?"

"Test me."

Slipping my hand under his pants I felt the fabric that told me at least it wasn't one of those men's panties in a tube that I detested, but I couldn't tell for sure by touch alone. I looked him dead in the eyes as I unbuttoned the top and slowly slid the zipper down. It was done in a movie once and I thought it was incredibly sexy. Apparently he thought so too because I could feel his cock spring against the cloth and into my hands. Sure enough, he had the cutest pair of blue boxer short on, built with easy access for feminine hands. My kind of guy.

Dr. Prospero pulled the t-shirt I was wearing over my head with a single tug, commenting, "No bra either."

"What purpose does it serve? I'm still young. They hold themselves up."

"And very nicely so."

Dr. Prospero actually growled as he lowered his head and took my lower lip between his teeth, nibbling softly before biting my chin and soothing it with a kiss. His tongue traced erotic patterns down my throat and at the cavern between my breasts.

As he took one of my nipples into his mouth I thought, if I am ever going to lactate it will be now. He sucked in such a way that I could swear he was taking me inside out. It was like all the pleasure fluttering around in the pit of my belly was being sucked up through my nipples into his mouth. I used to think breast erotics were a creation of a group of horny men, but now I'm not so sure. My body trembled in anticipation as though it was trying to come.

Ring. Ring.

"I have to get that."

"No. Ignore it."

"I can't. It could be a real emergency or another doctor calling in."

I crawled out from under his grasp. It took some struggling. Apparently he wanted to let me go about as much as I wanted him to. Damn!

Plugging myself back in, "Good morning. Southside Women's Care. This is Caresse. How may I help you?"

I felt his hand come around me from behind and latch on to the buttons at the front. One by one he pulled them loose as I tried to get information from the patient.

"What is your name?" I could feel the air being pushed from the air conditioner like a crisp breeze against my labia. I was unbelievably wet. It must have been longer since my last time that I thought.

What is your phone number. Area code first."

I felt my shorts being pulled to my knees as my legs were lifted one by one by Dr. Prospero's surgeon's hands. The clothing finally removed from my body, I really was answering the phones naked.

"How many months pregnant are you, Ms. Johnson?"

I know that was not his hand that slipped between my thighs nor his tongue tracing the line of my slit. "Mmmm. I'm sorry Ms. Johnson, can you repeat that?"

"Nine months? Are you going into labor?"

He opened me with swift fingers and instantly went to taunting my clit. It was all I could do to keep from moaning out loud and giving my secret away. If only Ms. Johnson knew that while I was paging the doctor I was naked, kneeling at my terminal while another gorgeous doctor was on his back between my legs doing tricks with his tongue that I thought only my ex-girlfriend was capable of doing.

"Oh, stop Doctor. I have to concentrate so I can punch the numbers in the Doctor's pager.

"Come and I will."

My body trembled and that could only mean he was applying direct pressure to my clit. Oh, the things doctors can do with a lapping tongue! To add to the pressure building inside me he penetrated me with his fingers taking me over the edge.

"Come for me, Caresse," he mumbled against my clit. "You know you want to."

And I did. Like a wild woman, my hands clasp tight to his hair and my head thrown back in ecstasy. I was breathless with abandon as he leisurely drank from my body the fluids I gave in abundance.

"Oh, my," I sighed as I rested my head on the desk a few inches away from my keyboard. "You couldn't have possibly learned that in medical school."

Underneath me I saw him grin like a naughty boy who was not about to give up his secrets then he rose and kissed me again, letting me taste myself on his lips. It drove me crazy. All I could think about was coming again, feeling this man's cock buried between my legs. I would have done anything to get it.

Ring. Ring.

"Damn. Damn. Triple damn. I swear these phones maybe ring once every thirty minutes this late at night, then it's like they know I am having fun..."

"Good morning. Southside Women's Care. This is Caresse. How may I help you? Yes, Dr. Hernandez. Carol Johnson's water just broke. Yes, I can put her number directly into your pager. Thank you."

"Good, that is probably it for a little while," I laughed then eyed the raging erection pushing against the revealed section of his boxers.

"My what a wicked grin you have there Ms. Mandylor."

"The better to... Oh, what the hell! Here. You take the phones. Press talk then answer when something rings."

He looked seriously confused when I took my headset off and placed it on his head, positioning the mouth piece above his delicious looking lips. But it dawned on him quickly that my mouth was going to be somewhat occupied. He took the instructions in good spirits.

He sat in my chair and lifted his bottom for a moment so I could pull his pants down to his ankles. It was the most beautiful erection I had seen in a long time, almost throbbing for release inside his shorts. Why not agitate it a little just to see how far I can push him?

With slow, teasing fingers I massaged the bulge until I drove a soft moan from his lips then licked at him, through his shorts, enjoying the wet stains forming in the front. I wondered how much of it was my saliva and how much of it was his own precum. I sucked at it to make a more educated guess but all I could taste through his clothing was heat and hardness.

"Hee Hee. It's my turn, Dr. Prospero. Try not to gasp too orgasmically when the calls start coming in."

I revealed his hardness with short tugs and was impressed. He looked so delicious; the head of his thick shaft already purple with anticipation. I just had to have a taste. I pulled his cock up and pressed it against his belly displaying the tender underside for whatever I felt like doing to it. Let's start with a strong lick from the base of his cock to the tip. Mmmm. There's the flavor I was looking for.

I lapped at each vein in his throbbing member as I worked my way back down the underside to the softness of his testicles where I sucked them into my mouth and had him praying that phone didn't ring. I pulled away for a moment to move up, slip the mouthpiece out of the way and kiss his lips before going back down and taking the head into my mouth. With each bob of my head I took more and more of him between my lips, enjoying the way he filled me. Dr. Prospero was as hard as a rock and twitched inside my mouth with such strength that I had to hold him at the base with my fingers.

"Oh, you're good," was his only response.

Just wait. I wasn't through yet. I wanted him crazy with lust and wouldn't accept anything else. Once, by e-mail, he called me the randy Ms. Mandylor. Well, I had a reputation to maintain.

I began to caress his testicles as my lips moved on the cock above them, squeezing them in rhythmic strokes, wanting to feel his come boil and rise until it exploded like Old Faithful. I had him, his hips moving in response to my fingers and tongue, but suddenly he yelled, "Stop! I want inside you."

"Well, what do you know? I want you inside me, too."

I stood up and spread my legs, so I could slip easily into his lap and on command take him deep inside me. "Yes, that's it," he sighed as he opened my labia and caressed the interior walls with his bulging tip.

"Dr. Prospero, I had a call tonight from one of your patients who was upset because you gave him a prescription that kept him from rising to the occasion."

"Yes, Mr. Smith."

"Uh, huh. But I can see you don't have that problem."

"Nope. Not on any medications."

I wiggled a little as I hovered above his hardness, still in tease mode, but he quickly had his fill and grabbed my thighs, pushing me down on him in a single, powerful thrust.

"Ooooooh," I shouted, my cry echoing through the deserted boardroom.

"That's the sound I want to hear coming from you," he patted my bottom as he gave further instructions. "Now move up and down like so. I don't want the phone to ring mid-orgasm until you learn to ignore it."

At first I moved slowly, wanting to feel every vein and crevice on his hot cock as it pushed and pulled in and out. "Ooooh, stick your fingers there, Doctor. Massage my clit. Ummmm, your cock feels so wonderful, so deep inside me. Yeah, keep your fingers right there, ohh just a little harder... yes... yes..."

I started bouncing on his lap like a maniac, not being able to take him in fast or deep enough. I could hear the chair squeaking in rhythm with my ride and for a moment wondered if it would break under the pressure. Then I just didn't care.

His grunts and groans matched mine in intensity. "I think I am going to come, Doctor, ohhhhh...yes...I'm coming..." My body became a mass of trembling, liquid head as I collapsed against his shoulders, my orgasm squeezing him tightly as it pulled every ounce of available come from him. The hot, creamy ejaculation felt divine as it moved slowly from its starting point deep inside me towards the opening of my sex.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to gather my composure. It had been a long time since I had come that hard.

Taking the headphones, I put them on and gathered up my index cards.

I dialed out, and as it rang, Dr. Prospero rained kisses on my chin and throat. "Good morning, Dr. Phillips. This is your two a.m. wake up call. I'm sorry I'm a little late. Thank you. Have fun on your fishing trip."

I took the occasional call, still sitting naked in the good doctor's lap, as we talked about this and that. After a while, Dr. Prospero dressed and said he needed to get some sleep. "I have a shift at the hospital in about five hours. But I will have to come back here tomorrow night. You're working, right?"

"Yep. So, why are you so sure you'll have to be back tomorrow. I don't trust that grin."

"Well, that check we put on what's-her-name's desk? I forgot to sign it. Besides, we still haven't eaten that cake."

"Strawberry shortcake?"

"Yep."

"Then I will definitely have to wait for you naked. That way, while we are eating it off of each other we don't have to worry about stains or stickiness that can't be licked off."

"My kind of girl." 

To Be Continued...



Midnight Shift Ch. 3



When I came into work I knew I had better find a way to contain my Cheshire cat grin or else someone was going to know that I was doing things I wasn't suppose to all by my lonesome in the office. Then I saw the note on my locker from Wilma, the accounting manager. That ought to take my smile away.

"Caresse, when Dr. Prospero brought his check over last night he forgot to sign it. Why didn't you notice? It should have been obvious. I called his office this afternoon and his receptionist said the only time he can come in to do it is around the same time tonight. Don't cop an attitude when he gets here. Wilma."

Who has an attitude? Moi? I don't think so. What should I say? I didn't notice that he hadn't signed the check because I was too busy sucking his cock? Oh well, back to the boardroom and the endless, incessant ringing of telephones.

I had not placed one foot into the boardroom when the second shift supervisor motioned for me to take over the supervisor station. "I can't take it anymore. Foxhills Condominiums has a transformer down and those people are going crazy."

Oh, no! Nothing is worse than a bunch of condo-habitating doctors, lawyers, real-estate agents and various other holier-than-thous without electricity. They become wild animals.

"Good evening. Foxhills Condo Association. This is Caresse. How may I help you?"

"This damn electricity has been out for hours..." It had begun. The woman proceeded to explain every hardship in over-exaggerated, extra vivid detail like a power outage is something she had never seen before.

"Ma'am, they are aware of the problem and they are working on it. I can't page anyone because it would take them away from the worksite and cause delays, but I would be happy to take a message."

"Well, that just won't do, young lady!"

Another twenty minute speech on how stupid I, the condo association and the whole situation in general was before it finally dawned on her that I was just the answering service and, literally, all I could do was take a message. I spent the whole time thanking the powers that be that I live on the southside, almost an hour drive from her side of the city.

Six more calls came in, one after the other, in rapid succession. The screen was blinking bright red from the overrings. To me, it was the dumbest thing I had heard of all week. Last month, when my power went out, me and my roommates gathered a bunch of candles and incense and said ancient Egyptian love spells. They must have worked because some of the best sex I had ever had was due to arrive in about four hours.

"Good evening. Foxhills Condo Association. This is Caresse. How may I help you?"

"I am going to use some ugly language so don't take it personally."

A polite asshole. Just what I needed. Enough was enough. I wasn't going to take it any more.

"Good. The moment you start with obscenities I have authority to hang up the phone."

"What?! You can't do that!"

"I certainly can if you start throwing a temper tantrum and cussing like a schoolboy. I only have time to talk to grown-ups."

"I am a grown-up, bitch!"

Click. That magic red hang-up button. Now I know why it's my favorite.

"Good evening. Foxhills Condo Association. This is Caresse. How may I help you?"

"Yes, someone just rudely hung up on me."

"Yes, I did."

"Why did you do that?"

"I told you before why I did it."

"I'm just trying to figure out what happened and where I call to fuss about it."

"The cable company hit the transformer. Since it was not an act of God, Georgia Power will not come out. They had to hire a private electrician. To throw a temper tantrum about it, call your mother."

"That's bullshit!"

"Do you want me to hang up on your again?"

"No."

"Then watch it."

"So what happened?"

"I just told you."

"So what happened?" He giggled.

"I have already told you. How can I explain it simple enough terms for you to understand. I didn't use an big words."

"Don't treat me like a piece of shit. I'm not stupid!"

"You're not very funny, either, no matter how hard you try to be."

"What's your name?"

"Caresse."

"Look, Caresse, if that's your REAL name. I don't think you understand what I am trying to tell you. I have no power."

"Transformers go out all the time. Foxhills was out for a little while last week too."

"That's bullshit."

Click. He called again, but the operator sitting next to me took the call and she wasn't in a good mood, either. Deanne was a retired school teacher and capable of verbally chastising that man so bad he wouldn't dare call again even if his condo was sitting on top of an erupting volcano. I wonder if I can sign up for lessons.

The calls slowly dwindled from seventy-three an hour per operator to about ten or fifteen, but by that time I was meaner than Satan himself. When I heard the screaming "Bing. Bong." of the doorbell at a little after 1am I was wound up so tight I could have self-combusted with a pin drop.

"What?!"

"What happened to 'How may I help you?'"

"I am not in the mood, Doctor. Are you ready to sign the check?"

Dr. Prospero sounded so chipper I thought I was going to vomit.

"I forgot to take the strawberry shortcake out of the car last night and it ruined. But I have another one, fresh from the bakery and ready to be worn as a bodysuit."

Oh please! Even I couldn't think about sex at a time like this. Those words couldn't have just passed through MY brain. Caresse Mandylor? Not interested in sex. Gosh, I must be tired. Maybe he will just sign the check and go away.

As I opened the door, I faced his grin and, as usual, it was charming and disarming. I could have surrendered but I was too angry at the world to give anyone a break, "Let me get the check for you."

He escorted himself into the boardroom and placed the cake on the extra table. I brought the check in and handed it to him along with the pen. "You aren't naked."

"Please!" I sighed with exasperation.

"You were more than happy to get naked for me yesterday. What's the problem?"

"Yesterday I worked for Answering Medical Atlanta. Tonight I work for Answering Chaos. I've been through hours and hours of whining and crying and complaining. There hasn't been a single medical call all night, probably because they can't get through. I can't take it any more."

"Come here, girl." He wrapped his arm around me and kissed me on the nape of the neck, right where it felt good. "Let me kiss it and make it better, mmm?"

I felt his fingers begin to work out the tension as he pulled my shirt free of my shorts and slipped up inside to caress my bare breasts. More ringing. I could feel the tears start to come to my eyes. I will not break. I will not break. Repeat. I will not break.

"You're not going to answer it? I kind of like the idea of seducing you away from the phones."

"No. It's Foxhills Condos again. They don't pay me enough to pick up that phone."

I snuggled closer and heard him say, "Foxhills Condos? That's where I live. Do you know they have a transformer down? We haven't had power since three this afternoon."

It was all I could do to keep from castrating that man. "Sign the check and get out!"

"Caresse, I can see you may be due for an attitude adjustment."

"What? And you're just the man to give it to me?"

"I might be..."

My ex-girlfriend, Kayla, was constantly telling me I was due for a good spanking but she was never woman enough to carry the threat out. I gave him the same line I used to give her, the one I used when I was looking for a fight. "Now's the part where you put me over your knee and give me a good sound spanking, right?"

"Sounds like a plan to me." Dr. Prospero grabbed me from behind as I made an attempt to escape. He thought he had himself a helpless little Scarlett O'Hara southern belle in his arms. Yankee doctor was about to learn. I was a red-headed country girl who grew up wrestling with football player sized cousins. I could squirm out of any position I was held in and my elbows had a black belt in violence.

To Be Continued...



Midnight Shift Ch. 4



He had an amazing grip, holding me in place no matter how hard I tried to squirm away, while he pulled his belt free from his waist. I began to realize that the more I moved the more excited he became. I could feel his hardness grow and press against my backside and had to admit to myself I was becoming aroused by the scene as well. Most people run from my temper. Not Dr. Prospero.

He knotted my hands together with the belt in record time. At first it was so tight it was painful but when he pulled me over the table and tied me to the leg on the other side, he loosed the knot just enough to let the blood flow but not loose enough where I could get away.

Dr. Prospero ripped my shorts from my waist and left them to dangle at my ankles. The good doctor kneaded each cheek at his leisure then looked into my eyes. "Well, well, well, Ms. Mandylor. It looks like it is time to give you what you have been asking for."

I looked back at him, my eyes displaying both defiance and eager anticipation. Whack! His large hand connected with my bottom, heating it as it drove me forward into the unyielding table edge.

"Hey," I yelled, "That hurt."

"Good."

"I thought doctors were suppose to ease pain, not create it. Let me go now, you Neanderthal Yankee!"

"Is that the best you can do? Frankly my dear Caresse, I think a spanking is exactly what you need to cure what ails you."

Whack!

"You overbearing, obnoxious...Ouch..." It was the best I could do with him bringing his hand down repeatedly across my derriere. I knew my once creamy bottom was quickly turning a crimson red "I never saw George Clooney do this."

"George Clooney was not a doctor. He just played one on T.V." Whack!

The stinging sensation was exciting me more than I thought possible. My breath came in ragged gasps as the waves of heat and pleasure washed over my body. Dr. Prospero paused every so often to drive a hand between my legs and feel the wetness there. My pussy was soaked with excitement and I blushed when I became aware that he knew how much this was exciting to me.

"First, you are going to beg me to spank you some more. Then you will beg for mercy. After you are done with that, you will beg for my cock like you should have done the moment I walked in that door."

"You are out of your dadblasted mind!...Ouch!"

"Remember when we were all talking about spanking in erotic stories that night in the writer's group? One of the other writers tried to explain the physical and psychological effects but I don't think you understood."

I could hear him taking the lid off the cake next to me and sampling a little of the icing and one of the big chunks of strawberries. "This is really good. See, light little smacks like this cause the blood to rush to that area. That's the heat you are feeling now. Along with the heat comes a sensitiveness of flesh that makes the tiniest caress ten times as powerful. The slightest touch can send you careening over the edge. Let me show you."

He took a finger of icing and smeared it onto the pinkened areas of my left cheek, exactly where the heat was rising the most. My body trembled against my will.

"It looks like you are about to come, Ms. Mandylor."

"I am not! I'm cold."

"I can wait you out, my dear. We have all the time in the world. Well, at least until dayshift arrives."

Oh, he wouldn't. Then again. Yes, he would.

The hot tip of his wet tongue began to lick the icing off my derriere, occasionally biting into a piece of fruit and smearing it's juices along the length of my slit. He was right. The feel of his lapping tongue against my heated flesh was so exciting I thought I was going to faint with pleasure. When he had finished the first serving he placed a second on my bottom and started over, this time letting his tongue delve lower to the strawberry juice. I could do nothing but moan and quiver under his tortuous ministrations.

"Okay! Okay!"

"Okay, what?"

"Take me now, Dr. Prospero. Fuck me hard. I want your cock so bad I can't stand it any more."

"But that is last. What are you suppose to do first?"

"You can't be serious?"

"Where's the cake?"

"Okay. Okay. Spank me, Dr. Prospero. Spank me again."

"Such enthusiasm. Why?"

"I've been a very bad girl, Doctor."

"How?"

"Yes, I used my innocent cat, Steve, as a pawn in my flirtations with the taxi driver."

"What else?" Whack!

"My senior year of high school, I put mayonnaise filled condoms in strategic locations in the backseat of my ex-boyfriend's car for his new girlfriend to find."

"And?"

Before it was over, I had confessed to crimes I committed before I was old enough to climb out of my playpen.

"Mercy!" I screamed as my body attempted to convulse. Tears of pleasure and pain filled my eyes. Even the air coming from the air-conditioner had become unbearable against my skin.

"I want your cock, Doctor. Please take me now."

"How do you want me?"

"Just like this. Take me from behind. Please!"

Two more smacks.

"What was that for?"

"Just for being a pouty-mouthed little tease with an exquisite derriere."

Saying my pussy was soaked was an understatement and the feel of his hands on my extraordinarily hot bottom only added to the pleasure. He removed his cock from his pants and placed it where the tip was just barely penetrating.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

He pulled out then pushed in a few inches deeper than before. "More?"

"Oh, yes, Doctor. Don't tease me, please."

Out and in a few more inches. "More?"

"I'm begging you, Dr. Prospero. I will explode if you don't give it to me now!"

He thrust hard and deep into my body and I screamed with the ecstasy of it. In and out he drove his cock. The feel of the fabric of his clothing caressing my bottom cheeks with every push and pull had me squirming beneath him.

In the background I could hear the stats printer start to go off. Back and forth it ran as it printed up call counts and Dr. Prospero subconsciously followed its rhythm. I knew from that day forward, whenever I heard it go off I was going to grow wet, possibly even auto-orgasm. Life was never going to be the same at work. That printer goes off at the the top of every hour.

"Yes, you feel good. So nice and tight. My randy Ms. Mandylor, you can come now."

I did. On command. My body trembled and convulsed as I felt the liquid rush of satisfaction course through my entire body. At some point I believe I actually saw stars.

He pulled out of my contracting pussy to shoot his creamy come all over my tingling buttocks then carefully rubbed it in like lotion. He kissed me softly and held me gently as I was removed from my bonds. The phone rang and Dr. Prospero took my headset and grinned. "How do you do this again?"

"Press Talk under the line that is coming in and then press the Answer button on the right." I practically purred as I joined him at my station and kneeled on the floor beside him, wrapping my arms around his elbow and laying my head on his shoulder.

Foxhills Condo Association showed up on the screen and I groaned from the sight of those words.

"Hey! Thees Guido's Feesh Market. What'cha need?" Dr. Prospero said in a deep, exaggerated New York/Italian accent. I was helpless but to giggle into the cusp of his arm.

"No, thees not Foxhills. Who ees this?...What's your beesness calling me this late? What's your name? Where do you live?" An actual mafia type killer with a money laundering company to cover illegal drug trafficking could not have done a better job.

The light went out telling me the caller had hung up. Probably wet himself too. By this time I was ready to fall down with laughter. Don't let them bother you, Caresse. Get hot and bothered over me, not them."

"Yes, sir!"

"I like that. I may make you say it more often."

When the dayshift supervisor came in she commented on how surprised she was that I had kept my cool by myself with the lines working like they were. "It's easy, Lori. I just didn't let them get to me, that's all."

I knew she noticed that I wasn't sitting down and that I started to leave with a partially eaten strawberry shortcake (We had spent a good bit of time after Guido hand feeding it to each other.) with icing stripped in various locations but I guess instinct told her not to ask if she didn't want to know.

As I turned the doorknob I did hear her shout down the hallway. "Caresse?"

"Yeah?"

"Wilma left a note. She wanted to know if you got that doctor's signature."

Ooooops.

(The End)



Midnight Showing



Nothing like falling asleep in the wrong place to get you into trouble. You'd think I'd know this after doing it a couple of times . . .

I walk to work. It's only ten blocks. Good exercise, and I have to admit I like the looks I get from men on the street, especially when I'm dressed to party after work. I have a good figure, and my 40DDs were firm and bouncy, even in a bra. I worked out, and that had helped keep my waist trim and my legs tight. I did have a round butt, but I'd had no complaints. 

I work in an artistic environment, and they don't mind a little extra flesh. So when I'm going clubbing, I spruce up. This day I had on a short, flippy little skirt, scoop-necked blouse and sheer duster. My normal thigh highs tended to play peekaboo with the bottom of the skirt, so I had switched to a garter belt and hose. 

I wear sneakers to walk in, then change into my heels at work. I'd chosen a special pair today, comfy for dancing, with straps that wound around my ankles and up my calf. I was ready to party.

Then...disappointment. My party pal, Jeanie, backed out on me, so I decided to work late so I could catch up on stuff. My mind still on the job, I left the office around nine, forgetting the sneakers in my desk drawer. 

I headed out, realizing by the time I reached the elevator that my sneakers were still in the office, but it was too late to go back. Part of the security in our building is that the doors lock automatically at 6pm. So here I was at nine, stuck in my stilettos. 

Well, I do dance in them, so I thought I could make the walk with no problem. I got on the elevator. 

Within just a few minutes on the street, I knew I wouldn't make it home without stopping. Not because of the heels . . . because of the cold! A front had moved through after dark, and now my party clothes were starting to torture me. I hadn't gone three blocks before I was shivering, my nipples standing out like marbles beneath my shirt. 

I ducked into an art movie theater to get warm, thinking I'd call for a cab. But a movie I'd been wanting to see was on, so I bought a ticket and some popcorn and went in to watch it. 

I should have called the cab.

I settled into an aisle seat on the front row . . . and promptly went to sleep. 

I woke up to the feel of fingers stroking my thigh. I jumped, but hands grabbed my arms, yanking them upward. Four hands, two on each arm. I felt a handcuff circle one wrist and snap shut, and as they held my hands straight up, the second cuffs clicked shut. 

I screamed, and tried to fight back as a collar was slid around my throat and fastened. Then they forced my hands down, locking the cuffs to the back of the collar. 

Effective position. It secured my hands, and if I struggled, I'd choke myself. It also arched my shoulders, pulling my tits upward.

Those four hands pressed me down in the seat as a light flashed on in front, blinding me. I screamed again, cursing wildly. A voice behind the light laughed.

"Scream all you want, slut. Everyone's gone home but us. The doors are locked. It's almost 1am. No one around to hear."

I tried to kick out toward the light, but he stepped nimbly out of my way, and I heard the quiet snip of a switchblade, which he showed in the light. "The more you struggle, the more you'll get hurt."

One of the hands let go of my shoulder and grabbed my hair, burying his hand in a thick clump at the nape of my neck and jerking backwards. I yelped, knowing now I was in real trouble. I just didn't realize how much.

"Hold this," he commanded, and passed the flashlight to his right. "Keep it in her eyes." 

So that makes four. My stomach tightened. At least four.

Moving forward, he pulled out the bottom of my blouse and slit it from hem to neckline, showing me that the blade was razor sharp. I flinched as he cut the straps on my bra and peeled the cups down, exposing my breasts.

He chuckled evilly. "Yes, indeed, those are delicious." He pulled a red marker from his pocket and wrote across my chest S L U T. "Know what that spells."

I nodded.

"Say it!" he screamed.

"Slut!"

Calmer, he cupped one of my tits, bracing it as he wrote W H O R E over the mound. "Say it."

"Whore," I whispered.

"Good." Over the other breast he wrote C U N T. "Say it."

I barely got out it. "Cunt."

"Louder."

I cleared my throat. "Cunt."

"All three."

The heat in my face burned like a fever from the humiliation. "Slut. Whore. Cunt."

"Again. Louder."

"Slut. Whore. Cunt."

"Louder!"

"Slut! Whore! Cunt." My throat felt dry, and my stomach quivered.

"So you are a . . ."

I hesitated, and his hand came down on my right tit with a slap that echoed around the theater. I screamed, and he hit me again. "Say what you are! Scream it!"

"I am a slut!"

He slapped my left tit. "And?"

"I am a whore!"

His palm blistered my face. "And?"

"I am a cunt!"

By now, they were all laughing. Not four. Five. Damn.

I squeezed my eyes shut. 

"Now that we have established your role in life, we'll see how good you are at it. Gentlemen, secure her legs, please."

Hands latched onto my ankles, forcing my legs apart, as wide as the seat would allow. He knelt in front of me, finally moving into enough light that I could see his face. Handsome and lean, with a wicked, determined look in his dark eyes. He bent his head and began to lick, then suck, then bite my nipples, alternating between them. 

The shifts from the soft pressure of his tongue, to the firm pull of his sucking, to the light pain of his bites shot a fire of arousal through my chest and belly, humiliating me further. "Please, stop this," I begged.

Without warning, his hand gripped me between my legs. He pressed hard with his palm, rubbing me. 

"No!"

He sucked hard on one nipple and slid two fingers into my pussy, up and down the swelling folds of flesh. He released my breast. "Your mouth says no, but you have the slickest, juiciest cunt I've felt in a long time. I am so going to enjoy taking you." He paused. "So are they." 

He stood and backed away. "Y'all ready?" There were murmurs of assent from around me, and he nodded to one of the men. "Sit on the flat step. The rest of you get her up."

The steps leading down in the seating banks alternated short steps with long flat ones where the seats were. One of the guys, now naked, sat on the step, his erection looking like a rock-hard pole in the bright beam of the flashlight. The others lifted me body, legs and under my arms, and carried me to him. 

The ring leader ripped my thong away, and they bent my knees and eased me down. The seated man spread my pussy and guided his cock as they did. I screamed as I sank down on him, landing on my knees with a thud. He grabbed my ass and began to through, biting one nipple hard. 

"Shut her up!" 

A hand landed on my face, and I gasped as my head was grabbed from behind and another cock shoved into my mouth. "You bite, you die, bitch!" Like the guy beneath me, he began to thrust hard, in and out, apparently relishing the gagging, slurping noise that I couldn't help making around his fat cock. 

That's when I felt the pressure from behind, fingers prodding my virgin asshole. I couldn't scream, couldn't protest the pain, and when fingers gave way to the head of a thick cock, the pain rocketed through me, making me buck wildly. 

The guy in my mouth began to cum, his hot semen filling my mouth and running down my chin. He pulled out and shot the rest over my face and chest. Before I could swallow and catch my breath, another had taken his place, the throat fucking resuming. The man was larger, and the tip slammed the back of my throat. I gagged and choked, barely breathing. 

The two beneath and behind me finished, filling my cunt and rectum with hot sperm and a lot of pain, but they didn't pull out until the one in my mouth finished. He, too, shot most of his load on my face and tits, the spurts hitting my flesh and dripping into long streams. The guy beneath wiggled out, leaving me kneeling, sweaty and covered in cum. 

The ringleader put his light in my eyes again, and I flinched. "You want to get out of this alive?"

I nodded.

"Tell me what a cumslut you are. Be creative. Convince me."

I swallowed, trying to catch my breath. My throat was a raw wound and my voice shook. "I like cum. I like being covered in cum. I love being covered in cum. Having it in me and on me."

"So you are a slutty whore who loves being fucked?"

I nodded.

"Say it."

I swallowed again. "I am a slut and a whore, and I love to be fucked."

"Beg me to fuck you and make you cum."

I blinked into the light. "What?"

"Beg, bitch."

I took a deep breath. "Please, would you fuck me and make me cum?"

"More."

"Please. I want you to fuck me and make me cum."

"Again. Tell me you love it."

"Oh, please, please fuck me! I love your cock and I want to cum!"

He laughed. "Turn her over boys, spread her wide."

Hands grabbed me again and turned me over on the flat step, and pulled my legs apart and up, exposing my pussy to the air.

He walked around me, and for the first time, I realized he had a camera. A new level of mortification shot through me. "You're recording this?"

"Oh, yes. You now belong to us. You are our cumslut. You will now come to our own private midnight shows anytime we want you. Otherwise, this will wind up in all the places you don't want it to. Understand?"

I nodded. 

His hand began to explore me, fingers pushing up and down over the swollen bruised folds, spreading my juices and arousing me with every touch. My legs trembled, and two of the men laughed, then whispered. "Fucking whore...slut."

"We will want you tomorrow night. Midnight. Understand?" His fingers closed on my clit, teasing it, flicking it.

I gasped, nodding, as my arousal made my stomach tighten and more juices flow.

"Fuck toy...pet slut," came the whispers. 

He motioned and two of them moved over me, kneeling and simultaneously sucking, nibbling my breasts. A rush of pleasure seared through me, and my back arched. The two men holding my legs chuckled again. 

"Tomorrow before you arrive, you will stop at a store and bring with you nipple clamps, a flogger, and the biggest dildo you can find."

He inserted two fingers, then three, into my vagina, thrusting rhythmically. 

"A big one. I want to see you spread like the whore you are. Understand?"

I nodded, my hips starting to thrust to meet his jabs. 

"Oh, are you wanting something, you filthy slut? Do you want to be fucked?"

I nodded wildly. "Please fuck me!"

He grinned, pulled his hand away, and unzipped his pants. His hard, engorged cock wasn't long but it was thick, and when he shoved it roughly into me, I moaned with pleasure. The two sucking my nipples stood up, and began jerking off. As he came with deep, painful thrusts, they finished shooting more cum on my body, face, and hair. 

He pulled away and stood, tucking himself away. He motioned for the two men to drop my legs, and I pulled them in tight, wishing I could curl on my side. 

He nudged me with his foot. "You're not done, slut. Turn over, put your face on the floor, your ass in the air. DO IT!"

I groaned, but struggled to flip myself and do what he asked. 

"Now these two gentlemen are going to fuck you in the ass, and you are going to tell them how much you love it. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

There was a brief hesitation. "What did you say?"

"Yes, Sir."

He laughed. "Now you're beginning to understand."

He moved away, leaving me with two men. One put his foot on my face, holding my head to the ground as the other plunged his cock into my ass. This was pure pain, not pleasure, and his vicious thrusts felt as if they were splitting me into. He finished quickly, filling my rectum with sperm. 

When they swapped places, the second guy went slower, using the sperm in my ass as a lubricate. He spanked me, softly at first, then harder, rubbing my clit as he did so. The combination aroused me again, and when he pushed his cock into my ass, his fingers rubbed and teased my clit until I came again, pushing back against him. 

He pulled out before he came, shooting his semen over my back, butt, and thighs. 

"Say it," came the ringleader's voice.

"I love being assfucked, Sir. I want to be assfucked more."

"All sluts do. Tomorrow night."

He pressed the key to the handcuffs into my hand, and they left, leaving me in pitch blackness. By the time I got the cuffs open, they were long gone. I pulled myself together, found my purse, and staggered out of the theater. I hailed a cab and got in. I could report them. Set them up for tomorrow night. 

I went home. When I opened the door, I almost stepped on an envelope that had been slipped under my door. In it, a silver dvd awaited -- a record of my evening's adventures. 

I watched it. I took a hot bath, wrapped myself in a quilt and watched again, my fingers wandering down between my legs. I took my pleasure, then watched it again. Masturbated again.

The next morning, I watched it one more time, before looking up the address of an adult toy store. Midnight would soon come, but not soon enough for this slut.