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Molee's World Ch. 01

By: Sara and Ron



Meeting Sweet Molee

Molee stepped out of the shower and onto the tiled floor of the bathroom of the Holiday Inn in Portland Oregon. She was currently standing 14 floors above the busy streets below. She was naked and wet and she was smiling at herself through the steam streaks of the mirror. 

She stared at herself with critical eyes. No one would mistake her for a super model, but she still felt sexy as hell at moments like this. She stood 5'6" inches tall or so and was what black men might describe as 'thick'. 

She did have a nice round ass, and men did like it. At least the ones that liked nice round asses. She turned admiringly. Her pussy was shaved completely, a habit that excited her husband and made her feel especially sexy/naughty. Her breasts were full and topped with dark pink nipples. She enjoyed being naked and enjoyed an all over tan that she wore with pride.

All in all, she was not a supermodel, but still sexy enough to get laid whenever she wanted. 

'And here we are' she thought as if concluding that last comment.

She still could not believe she was here and was actually 'going through with it'. 

A shiver went through her as she imagined the possibilities. They were endless because she had been led here with very little information to go on except the possibility of getting laid. God she was really going to do this and the thought both excited and terrified her.

But was she? Part of her mind still toyed with the idea of backing out. This was after all a little crazy. No, scratch a little crazy, this was a lot crazy and she knew it. But yet she was drawn to this experience like a moth to a flame. Was she being set up? Was this for real or would she be disappointed? Was it dangerous? 

The not knowing made this moment exciting and scary, sexy and dangerous, erotic and risky. It was in short all of the things she wished for in her secret heart, when she was lost in her 'normal life' of the kids, the husband, and the job. For the first time in a long time she felt alive. And that was wonderful. But would there be a price?

She remembered how it started just two months ago, and could not believe it had happened so quickly.

Two Months Earlier



Molee sat at her desk surfing pornography. She really loved the thrill pornography gave her both as a sexual tangent and also as a way to do express herself. She was a housewife, a mother, and a professional. No one would suspect that she would have such a strong affinity for 'dirty sex'. And this pleased her deep down.  It was her way of having a secret that was just hers, in a life that was not full of secrets or much excitement. She was not unhappy. She had a wonderful husband and children, a nice house, a good job, but there was something missing. She craved some excitement in her life. Sometimes she fantasized about throwing caution to the wind, driving to another city and just letting go. Pornography was an escape to that fantasy, although a hollow one, that allowed her to fantasize and be whomever she wished.

She often would read or watch pornography and masturbate. 

The orgasms were always intense and such an amazing thrill. Well most of the thrill was in the ride. The fantasy of sharing a part of herself that she hid from the people closest to her with a virtual stranger was a powerful aphrodisiac. She was aroused not by her 'internet friends', but by actually saying in words all of the kinky ideas that blossomed in the fertile soil of her imagination.  She would never tell her husband about some of the things she had fantasized about with her online cyber lovers. 

Molee saw this little personality quirk of hers as a healthy hobby. It was what got her through the days, and it was a little exciting. The way she looked at it, some people spent thousands of dollars a year on golf or tennis. Her hobby of the casual cyber-fuck of mutual masturbation was both cheaper and more rewarding. 

She was just about to close her browser window (which displayed a woman tied to a table sucking two black cocks) and make dinner, when the familiar 'ding' of a yahoo buddy signing on sounded.

She glanced at the system tray. Michelle69 had just signed on. Molee grinned. Michelle 69 was always a turn on. 

They had 'met' in a chat room a few weeks before and had only had cyber sex once, but had chatted over and over about her fantasies. Michelle69 was blunt, experienced (if she could be believed), and into damn near anything. She was clearly an intense personality and there was something about her that tripped Molee's trigger through her vicarious life.

She smiled noticing the tingle in her pussy. Jesus, could a name alone invoke that kind of response? The answer was yes when it was Michelle69.

Molee hesitated not wanting to seem anxious, but eventually relented to her desires and opened up an IM window. "Hi." She typed.

"Hey Girlfriend. What's up?" Michelle69 responded.

"Nada, just getting ready to make some dinner for the fam.", Molee responded hoping to sound casual, but really desperately wanting to tell Michelle69 that she was wet and ready to fuck. And she could say that here. 

She thought about calling her husband on the phone and saying, "Hi honey, just wanted you to know I was horny and want to fuck." She often wondered what hubby would say if she ever made that call. She, of course, never would find out. But here she could say just about anything to Michelle69. Hubby would probably have a heart attack if she said that to him.

"Whatcha been up to? Get laid recently?" Michelle69 queried.

"LOL…. Well I did suck hubbies dick dry last night." Molee bantered. This was true also, but the thought of sharing that with Michelle69 was as pleasing as the act itself. She wondered what it would be like to talk to one of her real life friends like this and shivered. There was something very different about the etiquette of the net. She wondered if she was more of herself when online, or less. 

Her net personality that she shared was certainly more interesting.

"ooooh my tell me all about it." Michelle69 said.

And she did. Every detail. 

She told her about kissing down his chest as she fondled his balls. She told her about how hard her nipples got and how she used her free hand to touch herself. She told her about taking his shaft in her mouth and the salty taste that she didn't like, but didn't hate either. She told her about how wet it made her to have such complete control over him as she did when he was thrusting his thick cock urgently into her wet mouth. She told her about feeling his balls tighten and the taste as the first forceful jet of ejaculate spurted into her hot mouth. She told her about almost choking as the tip, still coming, slammed hard into the back of her throat. And most of all she told her about how she masturbated herself to orgasm as he shrank in her sticky, wet mouth.

Molee was full on horny now. She had just described the most intimate moment she had had with her husband in two weeks with a complete stranger and the intensity of the retelling combined with the taboo of the act itself was enough to make her hot with desire. She was involuntarily rocking her hips in her chair.

"Wow. Sounds hot, but I bet I could make you hotter." Michelle69 had typed.

"Mmmmmm I bet you could sexy." Molee responded knowing that she may already have. 

"Tell me what you would like me to do to you." Michelle69 typed.

And so it went on from reality to fantasy, until both were blurred in Molee's mind and one was no different than the other. The minutes ticked by as letters filled Molee's screen, and images filled her mind. 

Molee was no lesbian, although she had experienced a few bisexual experiences. The few times she had been with women, now years in her past, had been extremely intense and enjoyable. She loved playing the role of a bisexual slut in the cyber-reality of her net personality.

She was horny and wet now and it was an hour since she had planned to sign off. Michelle69 was a time eater, but it was time well spent. Molee's pussy was on fire and she barely had time to get herself off before having to return to real life. She looked back over the fantasy that Michelle69 had just told her about. God it was crazy and Michelle69 really knew how to get to her. 

She heard a car door outside her home and quickly bid Michelle69 good bye for another day and signed off. Her skin was flushed and she was breathing rapidly. She took two deep breaths and thought, 'Well either he's going to fuck me or I am." And then she smiled.

Over the following months, Molee and Michelle69 shared more and more of both their realities and fantasies with each other, but it was Molee who bared everything. She told Michelle of every fantasy she had ever conceived, both real and imagined. She told her about the group sex encounter in college and the secret part of her that loved every minute of it. 

She told her about the two lesbian experiences that no one knew about. She told her about how hard she came as another woman's mouth licked her so skillfully, as well as her reciprocations. She told her about when her tongue first entered a woman's pussy and the sweet taste that was so much more wonderful than a man's, and how she often fantasized about being with women.  

She told her about her husband and how they met. How it was so romantic and wonderful and had matured into a loving and rewarding life. She told her how as wonderful as her life was she wished it was more exciting, more daring. She craved new experiences, but she felt unlikely to get them with the stresses of middle age, family, and work. 

She was surprised at how easily she shared these things with a person who was nothing more than a series of 1's and 0's to her. She would never meet Michelle69, but she was her friend. It was strange, but she was closer to her than some of the people she had known since childhood. 

Perhaps she was this close to her because of the zero risk environment of the internet. She could say or do almost anything here. She could be who she was and if that was not good enough, well sorry but you go to the recycle bin with no further comment or discussion. 

Another part of her lived vicariously through Michelle69. If she had really done half of the things she shared with her, then she was to be admired, for she truly lived her life for herself and no one else. Molee often read and re-read the posts of her virtual friend, sometimes masturbating, sometimes not, but always ending up horny and wet. 

And then three days ago the email arrived. 

She had not been online in a few days due to some work that had piled up and a sick child that managed to throw up every 15 minutes for two days. Such is real life, and when she finally did sit down to clean out her mail box, it was full of junk, a few work related items, and one from Michelle69.

Molee was grinning as she clicked on the mail from Michelle69. She scanned the few lines of text and sat back in her chair in stunned silence. 'Holy fuck', she thought. 

Molee didn't know how to react at first, but her first instinct was to delete the email, uninstall her chat software, format her hard drive, and unplug forever. But there was another tingle inside of her as well. She sat there staring at the monitor, her eyes scanning over the text again not really reading so much as absorbing. Her mind was reeling and her stomach fluttered with both fear and excitement. 

The phone rang and she stared at the caller ID. It was hubby. Shit. 

On the third ring she reached for it. "Hello." She said.

"Hey babe, I am stuck here at the office late today, can you deal with the kids?" he asked without preamble.

Molee sighed. "Sure hun. Everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah its just that Robert is sick and I got stuck with a report he was supposed to do. It sucks. Thanks for taking care of the kids tonight. I should be home by 8:00."

"Sure hun. I will see you then." Molee replied and hung up.

Molee sighed again and thought, 'Wake up, feed kids, get them to school, go to work, come home, feed kids, watch tv, sleep, repeat for 20 years.' The thought depressed her beyond words. It was not that she didn't love her family, but there had to be more to life than the overwhelming boredom she felt. Perhaps this was her mid-life crisis. If so she hoped it would end soon.

And then her attention was drawn back to the screen. She re-read the email and this time she smiled and let herself at least consider the words. She smiled and hit print. She had two hours until she had to do anything and decided to luxuriate in the backyard pool for an hour or so. She picked up the one sheet of paper on the printer and walked down the hall toward the backdoor that led to the yard.

She stepped outside into the heat of the day. She kicked off her shoes and stripped her t-shirt and bra off. Then she stepped out of her shorts and panties. The walked naked to the shallow end of the pool enjoying the feeling of sun on her naked body. She enjoyed being naked a lot, although she was somewhat self conscious about her body. Today was not a self-conscious day and she slid nude into the cool water and swam the length of the pool and back enjoying the feeling of the water sliding over every inch of her.

When she surfaced she felt the tension slide out of her as if it were washed away. She smiled and came to the edge of the pool where she had left the printed email. 'Okay Michelle69, you sure know how to get to me.' She thought.

She picked up the paper by the corner and folded it so she could read without getting it wet and leaned her chin on the edge of the pool, letting her body float out behind her in the cool water.

She read.

"Molee,

Hi, I hope you are doing well. Just a quick note to let you know I have to travel to Oregon next month. Since that is close to you, I thought you might enjoy meeting. If you like I will fulfill one of those fantasies of yours. If you are interested just send me a note saying 'yes' and I will make all the arrangements. Plan to be gone for a weekend. 

If you are not interested, I understand, but I sense you could use a couple of days away. Give it some thought.

Michelle69"

Molee read the letter again and again. What fantasy was she talking about? When would she have to decide? Was she really considering going? 

These questions and a thousand others flew through her mind. She closed her eyes and imagined meeting Michelle69 in person. The thought both excited and scared the hell out of her. She imagined her going down on her. She imagined fucking her. God she hasn't been with a woman in years and years and here she was fantasizing like a lesbian in heat. 

Molee's nipples hardened and her hand found the wet folds of her pussy as she floated there fantasizing with her eyes closed. She was almost unaware that she was masturbating. She was lost in her mind imagining what she would never do. She knew she couldn't go through with it, but the fantasy was tremendously arousing.

She brought herself to orgasm in the pool. It was hot and as intense and any orgasm with her husband, and she was smiling and relaxed as she came down slowly from the do it yourself fuck.

After a few minutes she got out of the pool and went inside to dress. It was time to pick up the kids. She shredded the print out and went to her computer. The message was still up on the screen and she sighed and moved the pointer to the 'delete' button. 

She paused for a minute and then slid the mouse to the 'save' button before clicking and exiting the system. She smiled and thought, 'That email made me cum so hard it would be a shame to delete it. I will delete it tomorrow and put this whole idea behind me.'

* * * * * * *

Tomorrow came and went in the normal flow of her life. She made love to her husband that morning, an event they used to start their day out with regularly, but had reduced to a more of an annual event as the years went by. Her husband was surprised, pleasantly, by the morning's activities but didn't suspect that while he was thrusting inside of his wife, her mind was imagining Michelle69 watching her. They both came together and as his cock erupted inside of her and her pussy clenched him, her mind was thinking of a woman she had never met. 

On Thursday she signed onto her instant messenger. She was nervous about encountering Michelle69 in a way that she had never been before. She still had not deleted, nor responded to the email. 

Michelle69 was not online, but there was an offline message from her. It read, 'Hope my email didn't scare you off. I didn't see you at all yesterday. Hope you are well. If you want to meet me, I will be in Portland the weekend of the 9th'

Molee was trembling. The 9th was two weeks off. She turned off her instant messenger imagining Michelle69 would sign on at any second and she would be forced to decide. This was crazy. 

Molee brought up her email and went to the saved messages. She read Michelle69's email again and hit reply. She typed, 'Hey there. Thanks for the invite. Would love to meet, but not sure I can. I will let you know.'

She hit send before she could change her mind. She hoped that she sounded more casual than she felt. She knew she couldn't go through with this, but she needed more time to come up with a good excuse. She told herself she didn't want to offend Michelle69, so the matter required more thought. 

She realized she was sweating a little bit, and her stomach was doing those flip flops again. Why didn't she just say she couldn't go? What game was she playing here? The truth was part of her fantasized about going through with it. Part of her wanted to do nothing more than get in her car and go and see what happened. 

'Maybe I could go and just meet her for drinks', she thought. 'Maybe I could just meet her. Forget the fantasy stuff, we might become real friends.'

This was a dangerous thought and she pushed it from her mind. She could not just go off to Oregon for the weekend. She had a husband and a family. She was not single, and Michelle69 was a slut.

Okay that was not fair. Michelle69 was no more of a slut than she was. Maybe this was just a diversion for Michelle69 as well. 

She signed off her computer and sat back in her chair. She had a shit load of work to do, and this was not the time to be thinking about her cyber life. She closed her browser and picked up a pile of invoices she had to sort through. It took her twice as long as it should have because her mind kept drifting back to Michelle69. She knew she should just send the note that said she couldn't go and get back to her life. 

Tomorrow. She would send the note tomorrow. 

* * * * * * * * * 

"TGIF", her husband said as he came into the kitchen where Molee had just gotten the kids off to school and sat drinking coffee.

She smiled at him. He was a good man, and she sometimes wondered if she deserved him. He sat next to her and leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"What do you want to do this weekend?" he asked her.

"I don't know. The kids want to go to the movies on Saturday." She replied.

"Okay, but maybe we can grill out on that night. You know hang out and have a family night." He suggested.

"Sure." She replied.

"Are you okay?" he asked her looking at her directly.

"Yeah why?", she asked.

"You just haven't been yourself lately." He said.

Molee's heart sped up.  She felt overwhelming guilt all of the sudden. What if he ever found out about her 'hobby'? Would he be hurt? Mad? Shit what was she thinking?

She tried to sound casual, "I'm fine hun. I just have been busy with work and the kids. You know how it is around here. I guess I am just a little tired and overworked."

Her husband stared at her intently for a few minutes. "I know I have not been around a lot lately. I am sorry you have had to take care of the kids so much recently. My work is piling up and that fucker Robert keeps dumping his shit on me. But I have an idea, why don't I take the kids camping next weekend and you can have the house all to yourself. Call some friends, have a 'girls night'. You deserve it."


Molee's World Ch. 01



Molee was stunned. She couldn't believe her ears. Her husband was a wonderful man and his offer was meant to give her time to relax, but the first thing she thought of was Michelle69. She could go if she chose to. Fuck. 

Not knowing what else to say she replied, "That sounds great hun."

"It's settled then, next weekend is yours. I will tell the kids we are leaving on Friday and will not be back until Sunday night." He kissed her lips this time, pleased with himself to have pleased her. And then he picked up his keys and bounded out the door to work.

Molee sat for a long time at the kitchen table staring at the black pool of coffee that slowly cooled in her cup. 

* * * *  *  * 

The weekend and the first part of the following week went by in a blink of an eye. Molee was troubled, and more and more of her time she spent thinking about the next weekend. She even made a list of things she could do with her 'weekend off'. 

The list consisted of getting a massage, doing shots of tequila with her girlfriends, reading a book, doing nothing, laying by the pool, and of course the unwritten option of Portland. 

She thought the list was a good idea. It would convince her that there were lots of things that she could do to enjoy her time besides meeting a stranger in a strange city and possibly having a fantasy fulfilled, although she told herself that she would never ever have sex even if she went.

The list turned out to be more depressing than uplifting. Everything she wrote on her list was either something she had done hundreds of times before or was just plain boring. 

She had not turned on her computer except for work in several days. She could not face the decision she had been asked to make, and so she avoided it. The computer had become a scary device that both beckoned and terrified her so she chose not to log on. She told herself that she didn't log on because she had too many other things to do, but this was a lie that even her denial could not hide from her. 

After a few days, she decided she was not being fair to Michelle69, so on Tuesday she opened her email. There was nothing from Michelle69 this time. Part of her had hoped that she would have an email telling her to forget the whole thing because she had waited too long. 

She opened the email she had not read in days except in her mind and hit reply. She sat for a long time with a bland screen and blinking cursor. She alternatively looked from her list to the screen. 

Finally she opened up a folder called "Pictures" and clicked on the one from Michelle69. She was beautiful and wondered if Michelle69 would think she was too fat, too old, too ugly if she met her in person. That was stupid because Michelle69 had a picture of her as well, but her insecurities were strong. 

She sighed and picked up her list for the 50th time that morning. She actually had added to it and she laughed at her last entry: 'Take a bath'. 

Is this really how boring her life was that she actually thought taking a bath was a special treat? She would of course masturbate in the bathtub (she almost always did), but what would she be thinking of. And just what would she be thinking about next week at this time? Probably about how stupid she had been for not taking Michelle69 up on her offer. 

Good God she was not going to gang bang a group of bikers (was she?). She was going to have a drink with a new friend; laugh a little or lot; and enjoy not having responsibilities for a couple of days. What was the big deal? Her husband had even suggested the idea. Well maybe not the actual trip to Portland, but the idea of getting some down time. 

She crumpled her list and threw it in the trash can next to her desk. 'Fuck it', she thought and typed, "I would love to meet you in Portland. I will get there on Saturday. Just tell me where to meet you." And without further consideration she hit 'Send'.

She smiled with a mixture of excitement and dread before logging off.

* * * * * * * * * * 

Now instead of dreading email she checked it obsessively. Almost every hour she found an excuse to log on and see if Michelle69 had written her. A day had passed and Molee had the depressing idea that maybe she had given up on her. Maybe she would not write and Molee would feel like the world's biggest idiot. Maybe she was sitting at her desk right now thinking, "What a stupid cunt. Did she really think I would meet her?" 

Molee was full of nervous energy. It was Thursday and still no word from Michelle69. The kids were excited about leaving the next day and her husband had arranged for them to miss school so they could get an early start on Friday. 

On Thursday night Molee helped her children pack for the weekend. She was depressed that her trip was probably not going to happen, but put on a 'happy face' so as not to ruin the gift her husband was trying to give her. The car was packed by 9pm and the kids were ready for bed. 

Her husband came to her in their room smiling. "Excited about having the weekend to yourself?" he asked.

"Yeah it will be nice." Molee replied in the most cheerful voice she could muster.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"Oh I don't know, I had toyed with the idea of getting out of town for a day, but I will probably just sit by the pool and drink daiquiris and read a book."

"Where were you thinking of going?", her husband asked.

Her heart beat faster. "Oh I don't know, there is a music festival about 30 miles from here and I heard about a band I like playing in Portland, but that is a bit of a hike.", she said trying to sound calm. She hated lying and it made her feel guilty. She didn't like how easily it came to her.

"Portland? Oregon?" he asked as he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"Yeah, but like I said, it's a bit of a hike." She replied with her heart hammering hard in her chest.

"Well whatever you do just have fun and be careful. I love you.", and then he put the tooth brush into his mouth.

Molee's mouth was dry. Was it really that easy? Part of her had hoped that he would forbid her to go. That way if she went it was in defiance of him, or if she didn't it was because she loved him too much to defy him. Either way it was his fault. Surprisingly she was angry with him right then. It was irrational, but it was there. Didn't he get it? Fuck, of course he didn't. He was a fool.

The anger and bitterness in her mind filled her with self-loathing. He was not the villain here, she was. She was thinking of going to meet a woman that she had told every kinky thing she had ever dreamed of, and she was mad at her husband. She bit her bottom lip nervously. He didn't deserve her anger. 

When he came out of the bathroom her anger was gone, but not the self-loathing. He climbed into bed next to her and turned off the light. She snuggled next to him and her fingers traced up his legs until her hand found his soft cock.

"Mmmm what's this all about?" he asked and she could hear his grin even in the dark.

"Well you are going to be gone for a few days so I thought I would let you leave with a nice memory." She replied thinking also to herself that he deserved a good hard fuck for being such a good man. She couldn't help the self loathing, but she could make up for her inadequacies in ways that would please him.

He reached toward her and pulled her shirt up over her head and let his mouth find her nipples. She sighed as he hardened in her stroking hand. She pushed him back and said, "Just relax." He did and she straddled his chest. 

He was naked and she wore only panties which she shed awkwardly as she tried to stay straddled across him. When she was naked she slowly rubbed herself across his chest letting him feel the warm wetness of her sex and the softness of her breasts. He loved that.

Then she slowly kissed down his body to his cock. She took it in her mouth and let her saliva drip down the shaft as she sucked the tip and fondled his balls. She enjoyed the control of him that her mouth held when she sucked his cock. It was hard and long now and she could feel the rhythm of his pulse in the throbbing head against her tongue.

She decided to treat him to something special and kissed down his shaft to his balls. She sucked each one gently into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue as his shaft pressed hard against his stomach. He groaned with pleasure and she licked lower. Her tongue found that spot between his balls and ass and she flicked it seductively with her the tip of her tongue. 

Her right hand stroked his cock and she let her tongue tip slip a little lower and gently lick his asshole. "Jesus", he moaned.

She smiled to herself and continued licking. He was close to cumming, but she would not allow that just yet. Her own pussy was on fire and she intended to be filled with him before he came. Her husband would be worthless for at least 15 minutes if he was allowed to spurt all over himself, and that just wouldn't do.

'Michelle69 would never stop fucking me even if she came' she thought and was horrified that at this moment that she was still thinking of a woman that she had never met. She pushed her tongue into her husband's asshole further than she had intended and he groaned with pleasure. 

She stopped afraid that she would push him over the edge. His body was shivering with orgasmic waves of pleasure and she squeezed the base of his cock. Slowly the trembles subsided and she smiled to herself. 

She climbed forward and straddled him again. Her pussy was soaked and she rubbed her wetness across his chest. 

'Well let's give him a real thrill', she thought and slowly reached over and dialed the dimmer switch up until the lights of the room were glowing softly and they could see each other.

His hands found her breasts and squeezed them with his urgent need. She smiled at him and pushed his hands down to the mattress. He let her and grinned lecherously at her. She reached down between her legs and spread herself open so that he could see the inner folds of her pussy. She rubbed her clit slowly, masturbating herself for his viewing pleasure. He groaned.

She imagined his cock, hard and straining and smiled as she climbed slowly toward her own orgasm. She stopped before she came and slowly, ever so slowly slid her hips down her husband's body until the tip of his cock barely touched the crack of her ass. 

She lifted her hips and slid down further until the base of his cock lay flay against his body and she straddled it. Her pussy lips were divided by the thick shaft of his cock. She slowly ground against him making his hardness wet with her excitement. They were smiling at each other and lost in their passion.

Then she reached between her legs and pushed his cock straight up and slowly impaled her wet pussy upon it. She did not let him thrust hard and fast inside of her, but rode him with the slow and loving rock of her hips. They both climbed together higher and higher toward impending orgasm. 

They sometimes talked during sex, but mostly it was the heated groans and "God Yeses" of the moment. But now she felt compelled to be a little naughty for him.

"Tell me how much you love fucking me." she said to him in a throaty voice.

"God I love fucking you." He said in strained urgent syllables.

"Do you like it when I ride your big cock?" she asked again in that same sexy voice. 

"Uhhhh" was all he was capable of. 

She sat on him, stopping, holding him deep inside her. She pinched his right nipple lightly. "What was that?" she asked teasingly.

He was bewildered by her behavior but so urgently needed her pleasure that he said, "Ride me."

It was a command and she shivered with pleasure, but decided to milk this moment longer.

"Ride you? Ride your what? Face? Arm? I am not sure I really understand." She said coyly.

"Oh God ride my cock." He said trying to push himself deeper into her.

"Oh okay, just didn't want to do it wrong." She said and once again began rocking.

The intensity of it built quickly and within a minute she was bouncing up and down on him hard. She pushed down as he thrust upward, faster and faster until the slap of their bodies sounded like two wet hands clapping hard and fast. 

He came first groaned and she pushed herself down hard holding his spurting cock deeply into her wet, and open pussy. She pushed harder wanting him deeper as her own orgasm began. Her fingers found her clit and she masturbated on her husband's ejaculating cock that was buried deep inside her. She cried out and held his shoulders as she collapsed forward burying her face in the pillow next to his.

She could still feel him inside her as her orgasm crested and then subsided in those wonderful post orgasmic contractions that squeezed his cock. His cock went softer now and she groaned knowing that soon he would slip from her and leave her empty. 

She shifted to hold him in place as they panted together both coming down from a wonderfully good fuck. As their breathing began to return to normal he slipped out of her and she felt slick with this cum and the air felt cold to her open pussy. She giggled and so did he.

They kissed as husband and wife as his cum oozed out of her slowly as she straddled him. 

"You are leaking on my balls." He said in a whispered humorous voice.

"Be glad I don't make you lick me clean." She replied with her own humor. 

Only a married couple could talk to each other like this, and she was filled with joy at how much they loved each other. Slowly she dismounted him on uncertain legs and they both went to the bathroom to clean up. She didn't think of Michelle69 again until the next day.

* * * * *

Molee was alone now. It was Friday and she saw her family off on their camping trip and had returned to her home. It was strange being alone in her home as it so rarely happened. She had kissed her husband good bye and he had secretly whispered in her ear, "See you Sunday for a repeat of last night".

Molee had grinned and kissed him again. She thought fucking him so well the night before would take the edge of her horniness and let her forget about Michelle69's offer. 

It seemed to have the opposite effect. She was horny beyond belief this morning and considered masturbating as soon as the car doors shut and her family was on their way. Instead she logged onto the net. 

She was stunned. She had an email sent last night from Michelle69. She opened it anxiously.

"Molee. I am so glad you can make it. Go to the Holiday Inn in Portland on Saturday. Everything is taken care of so don't worry about a thing. The front desk will have a room ready for you. Also, I have arranged a special fantasy for you. Just follow the instructions that are given and you will have a great time. See you soon."

Molee's mouth was dry. She didn't know weather to be excited or terrified. She couldn't go. That was for sure. And she kept telling herself that she couldn't go as she typed Holiday Inn into her web browser and found the address of the hotel. She knew she definitely was not going to go even though she was printing directions from Mapquest.com.

It was too long of a trip to go. At least that was what she told herself. Almost 7 hours in the car just to meet a woman she sort of knew. No one did that least of all Molee. Besides, it was just fantasy. 

There was no way she was going even though she tore through her closet looking at her wardrobe critically, alternatively selecting then discarding clothes. Even when she finally settled on an outfit and had packed it in her overnight bag, she would not go. 

And so it went for the rest of the day until she was so sure she would not go that she had packed her overnight bag, toiletries, and even her sex toys and lube into a bag and put it in the trunk of her car. 

She lay in bed that night thinking about how she was definitely not going until finally drifting off around 2 AM with the help of a rum and coke. Even when her alarm went off at 5 and she showered and dressed at this insanely early hour, she was still definitely not going. 

She didn't drive to Portland for the next 4 hours until she saw the sign on 84 West declaring Portland only 200 miles ahead. Now she was closer to Portland than home and she was tired. It was just easier to go to Portland and spend the night than drive home. That was definitely the smartest thing to do. 

There is no way she would do anything. Hell she might not even meet Michelle69. She could easily entertain herself, and she would not just sit around a hotel waiting for a call. Fuck that. She probably would not even meet Michelle69. She was just a mom taking a much deserved break in the city of Portland; end of story.

She arrived at the hotel around noon and nervously stepped up to the front desk. She didn't know what to say. It had occurred to her that she had never given Michelle69 her last name. How could she have made arrangements for her? She felt really stupid. This had to be some sort of elaborate joke and she was the butt. How could she be so stupid?

"May I help you?" the desk clerk asked. 

Molee looked up and saw a young man in a green vest. "Er I think I have a room here, but I don't know what name it's under." Molee said thinking she sounded like the world's largest idiot.

"I see. And what is your name?" the clerk asked.

"Um, Molee." Molee replied not sure she should even say her last name aloud.

The clerk considered her and then clicked a few buttons on the computer. "Yes, I see it here, Molee, no last name. Are you traveling incognito?" the clerk asked in a whisper attempting humor. 

Molee forced a smile and reached for her credit card. The man smiled and said, "Ms Molee, the room has been taken care of. Here is your key."

Molee stood with her mouth open as the clerk handed her the plastic card. "Are you sure the room is paid for?" Molee asked still stunned.

"Why yes it is. I am quite sure. In cash in fact." The green blazer wearing clerk said.

"By whom?" Molee asked.

"I am sure I have no idea." The clerk said grinning, "But whoever it was, they must have decided to do something nice for you."

Molee took the key card from the man and turned toward the elevators with a spinning head. She took the elevator to the 14th floor and went to the door of her room. She paused wondering if Michelle69 was inside. Butterflies consumed her. She should have asked the man at the front desk if anyone was waiting for her. 

She waited for a full minute, listening for sounds and hearing none. Her heart beat faster.  She was not ready to be confronted with Michelle69, but she didn't know what to do now. Suddenly, the elevator dinged and she was irrationally sure that Michelle69 was coming up in the elevator to meet her. She quickly inserted the card and hearing the latch disengage pushed quickly into the room and away from whoever was on the elevator. 

She turned on the lights and looked quickly around. She was alone in a hotel room. Sweat beaded on her face and she suddenly burst out laughing. She sat on the edge of the bed and tried to relax. After a full minute she was sure that Michelle69 was not in the one in the elevator. 

What the fuck was she doing here? 

Then she noticed the card on the desk that looked very un-hotel like. It was a plain white envelope, but had one word written upon it: MOLEE. It was hand written in all capital letters. 

She stood and stared at it as if it might bite her. Then slowly she opened the flap and dropped out the single piece of white paper. 

She turned it over and read. 

"Molee, I'm so glad you made it. Relax and enjoy the day, I will call your room at 8pm. I promise you a great fantasy night. See you soon, and I picked out something for you to wear. It's in the closet. M."

Molee breathed deeply. Her butterflies were back with a vengeance. She raced to the closet and found a plastic garment bag over a hanger. She tore through the plastic and her breath caught in her throat. Inside was a halter top and blouse, a black skirt that could have been a belt from the size of it, and a pair of thong panties. 




Molee's World Ch. 01



She could not wear this outfit in public. Christ her tits would be on display less if she wore the plastic bag. This was insane. She would leave now. That was the only reasonable thing to do, but deep down somewhere she was also excited. Her heart was beating hard and fast in a way that it had not in years.

So instead of fleeing, she unpacked still telling herself that she would not have sex with anyone. She was just going to meet a friend, albeit a strange one, for drinks. 

After an hour of nervous energy she turned on the television and found a movie on HBO. She was going on no sleep and she was tired. She stretched out on the bed and eventually fell asleep.

* * * * * * * 

When she awoke it was 6:15 and she was startled out of bed at the realization that she had less than two hours until…. Until what? 

She didn't know. Was she really going through with this? Hell no she just couldn't. 

She stood and turned on the lamp next to the bed to dispel the shadows that had darkened the room as the sun had faded from the day as she slept. She decided she needed a shower to freshen up. Then she would get out of this room before 8:00, miss Michelle69's call, and return for a good night sleep. In the morning she would check out early and get the hell out of Dodge.  That was just the thing to do.

And this is where we last left Molee: standing naked on the tile floor of the Holiday Inn in Portland Oregon, 14 floors above the busy streets below.

* * * *

She stood naked in front of the steam streaked mirror eyeing her figure with critical eyes. She was afraid and excited as well as nervous and aroused. 

Molee wrapped the bathroom towel she had used to dry off with and wrapped it around her wet head in a turban style. She was naked except for the towel and stepped out of the bathroom and into the main room. It was 7:15 pm. She still had plenty of time to abandon the room before the call. And so what if she didn't, she just would not answer the phone when it rang. But she would definitely be gone before then.

She smiled at herself in the clear mirror and particularly enjoyed seeing her tits. They were large and round, and had titillated more than one man in her life. Her nipples were hard partially due to the air conditioning, but only partially. She pressed them together and her mind conjured the image of having a cock between them. She had used her tits to masturbate men before, and it was something her husband particularly enjoyed. 

She looked at the clothes she would not wear and grinned. She was curious about what she might look like in them and she still had plenty of time. She grinned at herself and picked up the thong panties feeling both sexy and naughty. She slipped them on and looked at the way the thin fabric stretched tightly across her pussy. It was a 'hot' looking effect. Her shaved pussy (a look she particularly enjoyed) pressed outward against the material in what men called the 'camel toe' effect. She grinned at herself. She turned and saw the thin floss disappear into the crack of her ass. She was giddy with excitement.

Next came the skirt/belt, that barely covered the panties and wouldn't if you didn't adjust it just right. Next came the halter top thing that barely covered her tits. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin tight fabric. The blouse that was meant as an over shirt gave the outfit some respectability in that she probably would not be thrown out of a hotel for wearing it, but definitely would not be invited into church. She looked like a hooker. The thought made her grin and her nipples tingle. 

Well just for the full effect, she decided to do her hair to see what that would look like. She checked the clock. It read 7:31. Still plenty of time was left. She would be gone by 8:00. 

In the bathroom she dried her hair and brushed it, but it just didn't look right. She wet her brush and went to work. In the end she was finally satisfied. She glanced at herself in the mirror and was pleased with the result. She was one hot bitch, she thought. She smiled at herself and imagined her husband seeing her now. The thought made her grin until the thought of what he might say or do if he did see her like this hit her. Then the guilt flooded her and she was ready to run. What time was it anyway?

She ran to the main room of the hotel and stared in disbelief at the clock. The numbers read 7:57. That can't be right. She looked urgently for her shoes and found them in the corner. She put them on and realized she could not flee in her current outfit. Shit.

She reached for the drawer that contained the clothes. And just as she opened the drawer revealing her jeans the phone began chirping. 

She nearly jumped out of her skin in terror. She twisted violently toward the phone and stared at it in frozen horror. She felt like Michelle69 had just invaded her room. She felt vulnerable, but also more excited than she had ever been in years. She walked to the phone and stared. Her hand was frozen over the receiver. Her heart pounded and her hand trembled. 

The phone rang a second time and still she was frozen. Part of her wanted to run. Part of her wanted to…. To what? 

By the third ring she was visibly quivering. She could not take much more of this, she thought. On the other end was Michelle69. What would her voice sound like? Oh God was this really happening. Her heart hammered harder as her fingers closed around the receiver. 

The fourth ring seemed impatient and beckoning, and she was compelled to pick up the phone. She did slowly and as she held the receiver to her ear a connection was made from her fantasy world to the real one. God help me, she thought.

"Hello" she said with a voice that she hoped sounded more confident than she felt. 

"Hello." a confident yet sultry female voice said back. "I wondered if you would answer."

"Um. Okay." Molee replied lamely. 

"Relax honey, its going to be fun." The sultry voice said with humor in her voice. And surprisingly Molee did relax a little. The woman's voice was relaxing to listen to. She still did not trust herself to speak.

"Are you still there?" the voice asked.

"Yes. Still here." Molee replied.

"Good. Now I want you to listen to me closely okay?" the voice asked.

"Okay." Molee replied.

"Good. There is an envelope taped to the door of your room on the outside. Take only your room key with you, dress in the clothes I left you, and go read it. Do what the instructions say. Do you understand? Say it back to me."

Molee did not understand, but repeated the instructions, "Take my room key, dress in the clothes, and get the envelope."

"Good. And of course enjoy yourself.", the voice said almost giddy with delight. 

"But…." Molee began.

"No questions now. Later we will talk. Now go have fun." And then the line clicked and Michelle69 was gone.

Molee's heart pounded in her chest. She sat for a moment before bounding to the door and pulling it open. And yes there was an envelope just like the one left for her in the room taped to the door. 

She pulled it off and looked around the hall certain someone was watching her. She retreated back into the safety of her room. She was panting and those butterflies were now the size of pterodactyls in her stomach.

She tore open the envelope spilling the contents onto the floor. She bent and picked up a key that looked identical to her room key and another piece of paper. On the paper was written three sentences. 'Go to room 714. Don't turn on any lights. Do as you're told.'

She turned the paper over. There had to be more. Nothing. Shit. This was crazy she was getting the fuck out of there.

She picked up her room key and slipped out of her hotel room onto the 14th floor. She was alone in the hallway.  She walked quickly down to the elevators and pushed the 'down' button. The elevator took forever as her mind raced. 

Just go to the lobby, get a cab, get the fuck out for awhile, she told herself. You need time to think. Go to the lobby; not the 7th floor. Go to the lobby and get out.

She still held the room key and instructions in her hand. She re-read the note nervously. 'Do as you're told' she thought. Who the hell was this bitch to say that to her. She had half a mind to go to that room and tell her off. Maybe she would. 

She told herself she was angry with Michelle69, that she should go to the 7th floor and tell her what a bitch she was. No, I'll just leave. Go to the room/lobby. God she was torn. She was absolutely sure she wasn't fucking anyone today, but should she go tell off this nutcase, or just leave? 

The elevator dinged open and she entered it. She was still alone. Inside she stared at the dials. The door closed and she still had not pushed a button. She looked around wondering what the hell she was thinking about. She turned back and simultaneously hit the L and the 7 button. 

"Fuck" she said out loud as if she had accidentally pushed the wrong button. Her capacity to lie even to herself surprised her. She looked around half expecting someone to be watching her with accusing eyes. The elevator began to descend. At the 10th floor it stopped and two men of about 40 got in. Both were good looking and dressed in suits. 

They stared at Molee openly. She crossed her arms over her chest self consciously aware that their eyes were drinking in her flesh. They pushed the L button and the elevator descended slowly. 

At the 7th floor Molee decided she had to get away from these two creepy guys. Well maybe they were not that creepy, but she would step off the elevator and wait for the next one and then get the fuck out of this hotel. No way would she even go near room 714.

The elevator dinged and Molee stepped out and away from the two men she shared the elevator with. She turned back to face the elevator as it closed. She stood there with her thumb pressed over the down button. But then curiosity hit her. She wanted to at least see Room 714, not the inside, just the door. As if she thought that could unwrap the mystery she was swimming in. She turned and let out a gasp. 

Directly across from the elevators, not five feet from her, was Room 714. Her palms were sweaty and the butterflies were gigantic. She held the key to Room 714 in her left hand, and her own in her right. She stared at the numbers for long time.

She stepped nervously toward the door and thought, 'I am less than three feet away from a woman I have talked to for over a year. Am I really going to walk away?'

She took another step and listened. Not a sound came from inside. She strained her ears and still nothing. Finally and with resignation she put the key into the slot. The lights on the door glowed green. The door would open if she turned the handle. 

She did not. The lights went dark and she stood there nervously. The sight of those green lights was like a switch flipping in her head. She was suddenly filled with a sexual yearning that was overwhelming. Her whole body seemed to flush and pleasurable tingles ran up and down her body. She knew to open the door was to open the door to a mind bending sexual experience that she both wanted and was afraid of.

She stood for a full minute listening until a man's voice from behind her made her jump.

"Having problems ma'am?" the voice asked.

Molee spun around and was face to face with a man in a green vest. Her face was flushed and she was startled. He looked at her with suspicious eyes and Molee knew that dressed as she was he probably had mistaken her for a hooker trying to break into the room. This was a nice hotel, but even nice hotels had to guard against impropriety.

"Er No. I am fine." Molee said breathing heavily. 

The bellman or whoever he was said politely, but with authority, "Is your key not working?" His eyebrows were raised and he stood between her and the elevators as if he expected her to make a run for it. 

"No, I got it." Molee said pushing the key back into the slot and demonstrating the green glowing lights to him.

The bellman's eyes narrowed in surprise and contempt. "Alright then. Have a good night." he said and waited for Molee to enter the room. 

Molee took a deep breath. She pushed the door open and stepped into the room. It closed behind her with a resounding 'click'.

* * * * * * * * * * 

The room was pitch black. The drapes had to be drawn and not a shred of light was visible inside the room. Even the digital clock had been unplugged. Molee stood with her back against the door. She was frozen but also exhilarated. Her nipples were like diamonds against her blouse and her pussy tingled with excitement. She waited for a full count of 120 seconds fighting, the urge to touch her hardened nipples or tingling pussy. She tried to breath softly, but found it difficult. 

"Hello?" she whispered to the blackness. There was no response, and Molee only heard the sound of her own heart in her ears.

She took a tentative step into the room after she could take it no longer. She felt the edge of the wall and her hand ran over a light switch. She remembered her instructions, but paused there listening. What would happen if she flicked the switch? An uncontrollable desire to bath the room in light hit her, but yet she held her finger trembling on the switch. She did not flick it, but stood silently in the blackened room. 

Without warning a masculine voice spoke in even tones. "Step to the middle of the room please."

Molee jumped almost flicking the switch in the process. Her heart rate which was beginning to return to almost normal once again blazed to 120 beats a minute as her adrenal glands dumped what felt like a gallon adrenaline into her blood.

She staggered slightly against the wall. The voice spoke again, now with some humor in it. "Relax, you are fine. Just step to the middle of the room." 

The man spoke softly, but there was a hint of tremble in his voice that could only be anticipation. Molee bit her bottom lip nervously and was astounded when she took a first tentative step deeper into the blackness toward the voice. 

She was breathing heavily with excitement and fear of the unknown. She was trembling all over, but felt so alive also. She took another step and then another. 

"Good, now stop there." The voice commanded. 

She did, and waited. "Mmmmm now turn around slowly." The voice spoke to her. 

Fleetingly she wondered how anyone could see what she was doing in this blackness, but never the less, she began a slow 180 degree turn in the darkness. Her back was to the voice now and a shiver of vulnerability went through her. She could hear the rustling as if someone was standing up from a chair. He could see her. She didn't know how, but she knew that he could. 

Then footsteps were approaching her in the blackness. She squeezed her eyes closed and forced herself to breathe. He was right behind her now. Oh God. 

Then she felt his breath on her neck. It was hot and hungry and a soft involuntary groan escaped him. She estimated him to be 7 inches taller than she was from the feel and sound of him. Then a soft tongue traced the back of her neck.  

Molee's nipples, already hard, stiffened further and tingles shot between her nipples and her clit lighting up her pussy as it had never been aroused before. She trembled and moaned softly. 

The man said, "Is this what you came for?" 

He took her left hand in his and brought it back behind her. He pulled it gently up between his legs until she felt the stiffening shaft of his penis. He was naked standing behind her and her hand was touching his cock. 'Oh my God', she thought as she felt him grow in her hollow fist. His cock was thick and long and getting longer and thicker with each passing second. 

His right hand reached deftly around her and fondled her right breast. Her knees went weak and she swayed back against him as his large hand covered her breast, tweeking the erect nipple between his fingers. Her hand stroked the cock involuntarily as her pussy contracted in what could only be described as a mini-orgasm. She was wet, excited, horny, and afraid all at the same time. Her fear was ebbing, however, as the man caressed her. 

His fingers unbuttoned her blouse expertly and he reached inside to touch her again. Now only the thin material of her undershirt separated her nipples from his talented hands. God she wanted him. 

He stroked her breasts harder this time and she was losing all sense of reality. And then he stopped. She was panting with lust and he was thick in her hand. His cock was swollen large and felt like a fleshy beer can to her. My God he was big.

Then he took her hand from his cock and whispered in that throaty voice filled now with lust. "Strip for me, and then get on your knees."

With trembling hands Molee shed her blouse, working the one remaining button with effort. Part of her wanted to tear it off, but she fought back the urge. Then the shirt came over her head and her breasts felt like they could breathe again. She smiled as a shiver went through her. 'If my nipples get any harder they may burst', she thought to herself.

She quickly unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was about to slide her thong panties down her thighs when that voice said again, "Wait."

She froze. 

And then she felt a finger slip between the thin strip of material just below the waist strap above her ass. He tugged gently and she was momentarily sure he would give her a hell of a wedgie, but then this finger slowly slid down. He could feel his finger against the crease of her ass, but it made now effort to penetrate her still virginal asshole. 

Instead it crossed her ass cheeks and as it slid lower it pulled the material from between her cheeks. She was clenching she realized and forced herself to relax. When she did the material slipped easily from between her ass cheeks. The feeling magnified the tingles in her pussy. 

The finger pushed lower and she was sure he must feel the hot dampness of her cunt, but he did not touch her there. She could feel him breathing on her neck and she stood trembling, wanting, God she wanted, but yet he didn't touch her where she needed. 


His fingers pushed lower and she felt the thong begin sliding down off her waist. He pushed it from the inside of her crotch, and she thought, 'God no one has ever done that to me before.'

When at last her thong slid down over her knees and joined her skirt on the floor, the man said now in a voice almost so low as to not be heard. "Now on your knees like a good girl."

Molee did not feel like a 'good girl' but she reveled in her badness. Molee complied immediately and dropped down to the carpeted floor which was rough on her knees. She turned to him, and his cock slapped against the side of her cheek. God he was huge! She oriented herself in the darkness by feel. 

She wrapped her right hand around the massive member that jutted out toward her. She could smell his pre-cum and desire overtook her. She stretched her mouth widely and pushed the tip of him into her hot velvety mouth.

There was a groan, but Molee barely heard it. She was consumed with her own lust and the taste and texture of this massive cock. She sucked and rolled her tongue over its tip, knowing that she would never begin to take it all. She used her right hand to masturbate the cock in her mouth. Pre-cum oozed, salty and hot, into her mouth. 

She sucked harder and deeper wanting to take as much from him as she could to feed her own smoldering lust. She was out of control and only wanted that cock deep in her mouth, oozing its succulent seed.

"Stop." The voice commanded urgently and hands gripped her head. She knew he was close, but he did not wish to cum yet. She let the cock flop from her mouth and rest on her cheek. She was panting from lack of air. It's hard to breathe and suck cock.




Molee's World Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Molee and Michelle meet

The elevator descended slowly. Molee stood alone with weak knees watching the numbers count down from 7. She had just been fucked like an animal by a complete stranger that she had never met or even seen. She felt as if she were floating in some hyper reality. 

Her pussy was wet and hot from and less than 10 minutes had passed since a spurting cock had erupted inside her. And yet here she was, dressed like a whore with no underwear on her way to the lobby to meet Michelle69 at the hotel bar. 

Her mind reeled and her stomach fluttered in fear and anticipation. This was the most insane thing she had ever done in her life. She was racked by guilt also. She had a family 400 miles east of here, and she could not believe she was here. There was another part of her though that reveled in the experience. She felt truly alive for the first time in years and years. 

And with these thoughts swirling in her mind, the elevator doors dinged open. She stood transfixed looking out of the split opening of the doors. Directly in front of her was the lobby desk that was currently unmanned. She looked to the right and saw the atrium of the hotel. There were fake plants and a fountain that screamed, 'HOTEL' in their uniquely bland architecture. On the far side was a bar running the length of the lobby atrium and lounge style chairs decorated the open air area in a diamond shape. 

She stepped out of the elevator feeling as if every eye in the place had turned toward her and a single voice erupted from everyone simultaneously in a cacophony of thought that said, 'Slut'. 

In truth no one appeared to notice her. She took a tentative step toward the bar and felt as if she were somehow leaving the safety of her elevator haven and stepping out into a jungle of unknown possibility. She forced herself to take a deep breath and began a slow walk toward the bar. She examined every face in every chair like a hunter searching for quarry. 

At the far end of the bar a beautiful woman was smiling at her. Their eyes locked and Molee felt her own lips surprise her by turning up into a grin. She walked faster toward Michelle69. 

Michelle69 was dressed as the young professional she no doubt was. She wore an expensive but casual skirt-blouse combination that accentuated her female curves but with taste and tact. Her blond hair was pulled back away from her face. Her cheek bones were well defined, and her skin appeared perfect with just a hint of make up. Her blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and mischief and her grin was both warm and questioning. 

A cellular phone/PDA combination sat next to a leather note book in front of her along with a tall drink. 'How is this woman alone?' Molee wondered thinking that Michelle69 was perhaps the most beautiful woman on this planet Earth. Molee approached Michelle69 and it was as if her beauty grew with each step. When she reached the table she stopped and only stared. She did not know what to say. How does one introduce oneself to a woman who knew every deep dirty sexual desire of her soul? 

"Hello Molee." Michelle69 said still grinning. 

Molee was suddenly aware of how she must look to this gorgeous woman and she blushed imagining her standing there looking like a trailer trash whore. "Hi." She replied unable to suppress a grin. 

And then both Molee and Michelle69 laughed out loud. Michelle stood and hugged Molee sisterly. Molee hugged her back grinning. The tension and uncertainty of the moment flooded out of both of them and they both sat down adjacent to each other pulling their chairs close together like two old friends reunited for the first time in years. 

Michelle69 picked up her drink and drank deeply and said, "So you are 'SweetMolee'?" indicating her screen name on the computer. 

Molee nodded and said, "And I finally meet Michelle69." 

"Guilty as charged, but you can just call me Michelle from here on out I think." Michelle said grinning again.

"And I am just Molee." Molee replied. 

A waitress approached looking concerned and ready to call security at any moment. She stopped at he table and said, "Er Michelle can I get your er 'friend' anything?"

Michelle looked at the young woman who looked like she might be 23 at most. Michelle instantly registered the concern on the young woman's face. It said clearly, 'Is this slutty hooker bothering you?' 

Michelle smiled and said, "Thank you Cathy I believe that my friend could use a drink. This is Molee and she is a very good friend of mine. She will have a double shot of your best top shelf tequila and a rum and coke back."

Cathy stood confused staring at Michelle and then said, "Of course. Right away." And then Cathy disappeared. 

Michelle was obviously amused. When Cathy was out of earshot Michelle said, "I should have told that stuck up bitch that fucking makes you thirsty and to just get the drinks without the melodrama. But sadly I am on business here and must keep some of my more blunt opinions to myself. Cathy is my personal concierge, a perk of being a double platinum member that I could do without."

Michelle grinned as Molee blushed.

Cathy returned with the drinks a few seconds later still eyeing Molee suspiciously. Molee forced herself to smile at her and then shot back the tequila in one big shot that you might expect from a drunken sailor or a hooker. She smiled at Cathy retreated her eyes glowing with contempt.

Michelle smiled at her and said, "There you go. Get into spirit of things. Now tell me did you enjoy your little fantasy?"

Molee smiled despite herself. "Um it was pretty nice yeah." She replied.

"Nice?" Michelle asked incredulously. "It was nice. I hope it was better than nice." She said sounding offended.

"Well actually er it was......." Molee stammered.

Michelle grinned. "Nice?" she asked finishing Molee's sentence with humor. 

This time Molee laughed. "Well how about fucking incredible." 

"That's better." Michelle said grinning. "Now tell me every detail."

And the words started flowing out of Molee. She was stunned at how much like and unlike chat this experience was. She found she could talk to Michelle just like she did online. She used the same crude words and depth of detail, but it was so much more intense to be able to see and feel her reactions by the look on her face or the thin sheen of sweat that surfaced on her upper lip. Molee could almost feel Michelle's excitement at her retelling of the events that would become known as the 714 event in their shared vocabulary. 

When Molee finished her story she found that she was wet not only from her activities, but actually horny again. She smiled at the thought and noticed Michelle had that same 'God I'm horny now' grin on her face. 

"But I do have a question for you?" Molee said.

Michelle raised her eyebrows curiously.

"Well more than one question, but my first one is, 'how in the hell did that guy see me in the dark?'" Molee asked.

Michelle grinned as if she held a secret and then reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of goggles that looked like they were mini-binoculars. "Night vision glasses." Michelle said.

Molee's stomach dropped. "You mean he could see EVERYTHING?" she asked incredulously. She was suddenly very self conscious. She replayed lying on the bed splayed with cum oozing from her freshly fucked pussy. She was both horrified and aroused to think that the faceless man not only could recognize her, but had seen every second of their anonymous fuck.

Michelle smiling touched her arm gently, "Relax. I assure you that your fuck buddy will never mention you to anyone."

"But...." Molee's voice trailed off. She didn't know what else to say.

After a second of silence Molee said, "Who was he?" 

Michelle grinned and said, "I think that it is better you never know."

Molee considered this and intuitively knew there was wisdom in Michelle's statement, but it unnerved her. She glanced nervously around the bar searching each man's face in the bar for recognition. Was one of them watching her? 

Michelle smiled at her. "It could be anyone. Maybe he is sitting in this bar, or maybe not. Isn't exciting to think that every man you meet from now on a part of you will wonder, 'Did I fuck you in a hotel room in Portland?'. I think that is a hot fantasy."

Molee shivered thinking about that implication. It never occurred to her that this night may have consequences beyond the moment, but Michelle was right. She glanced at the attractive man sitting at the bar. She did not even have a tingle of recognition when she looked at him, but maybe he was the one. Her mind immediately conjured an image of him naked and sweaty over her, his thick cock thrusting into her as she came on him. She felt a tingle in her pussy and bit her bottom lip nervously. Jesus this was intense.

Michelle was grinning. "I will tell one thing. It was not him." She said gesturing toward the man Molee was fantasizing about. 

Molee blushed at her transparency. 

Molee was reeling now with the help of the alcohol and the thought that every guy she ever would meet would become part of her fantasy world. 

Michelle held her hand as an old friend might and said, "I have one more thing for you."

Molee looked at her puzzled and said, "What?"

Michelle grinned again reaching into her purse. She withdrew an envelope exactly like the ones that had led Molee to this point and handed it to her. Molee opened it and gasped. Inside were 6 crisp $100.00 dollar bills. 

"What's this?" Molee asked confused.

"It's the last part of your fantasy. You see the guy you fucked had a fantasy to fuck a hooker. That's what he paid."

Molee's jaw dropped open. She never considered that she might be as much a fantasy to the man as he was to her. She suddenly felt very dirty. She stared at the money that seemed equally dirty to her. "Oh my God." She said feeling those butterflies in her stomach threaten to break through her navel to the outside world. Her head spun and she felt faint. 

Michelle's smile faltered and she gripped Molee's shoulder pushing her gently back into the chair. "Relax hun. It's okay." She soothed. 

Molee definitely did not feel 'OK', but she allowed Michelle to hold her upright. Her breathing was fast and shallow and she knew she was on the verge of hyperventilating. Michelle pinched the skin behind her elbow hard. The pain was sharp and immediate, but her head quickly cleared. 

"Ow." She exclaimed.

"Sorry, but you looked a little green there." Michelle said.

"So he thinks I am a hooker?" Molee said with both anxiety and anger in her voice.

"Who gives a flying fuck what he thinks? I mean it's not like you are dating." Michelle said bluntly.

But Molee did care. She didn't know why but she did. And more than that, she was afraid that maybe she was a hooker on some level. She fucked the guy and now had money. Jesus. But she knew that money was not her motivation. Moral dilemmas made her feel guilty, and she did feel that. Jesus what was she thinking. 

"Get over it. It doesn't change who you are." Michelle said with words that hit Molee with no less force than a slap would have.

Molee stared at Michelle ready to feel anger rise in her to the point she would punch her smug and judgmental smile off the side of her head. But when she looked into Michelle's eyes, her anger died. She did not see smugness or superiority there. Instead she saw a friend who was not judging her, but trying to help her come to terms with a new reality. 

Michelle smiled at Molee tentatively. Molee found the corners of her own mouth turning up. 

Michelle spoke softly to her as if she were the only person in the universe. "You can be anyone you wish tonight. Tomorrow you can go back to being who you think you are. But tonight just let it go. Be the person you fantasize about being."

Molee's throat seemed to close and she could not swallow. She stared at Michelle torn between her options. Part of her wanted to run back to her room, pack, and get the hell out of there, but another part burned with desire to let go and follow Michelle to where ever she might lead.

Michelle watched her and saw the turmoil within her. She took her hand and said, "Come with me to your room now and let's get cleaned up for a night on the town. I will tell you a story and then you can decide to stay or go." 

Molee nodded hesitantly and Michelle smiled knowingly. 

Michelle turned and beckoned Cathy to her. Cathy came and seemed to have lost her contempt and resigned herself to her role of service. "Cathy, please take a bottle of wine to my friends room and have my overnight bag brought up as well."

Cathy nodded subserviently and disappeared quickly. Michelle took Molee's hand and led her toward the elevators. Molee went willingly with her new friend.

* * * * * * *

Once back inside her room, Molee felt both better and worse. The sense of hyper-reality had left her as the door closed safely behind her. The sense of guilt over the reality of what she had done, however, hit her like a hammer blow to the chest. Somewhere between the lobby and this room Michelle had become a 'real' person and not just fantasy fodder from the internet. 

The reality that a real flesh and blood person knew all of the guilty pleasures of her sexually adventurous mind, made her head swim. It was like two worlds colliding, and she wondered if this is what it must be like for a split personality to be forced to face each other and acknowledge the existence of the other. 

Michelle continued to smile at her and squeeze her hand reassuringly. She may not know exactly what Molee was going through, but she was empathetic enough to see conflict. 

The wine arrived along with Michelle's overnight bag. Molee wondered what was going to happen next. When Cathy left with a generous tip from Michelle, Molee sat on the edge of the bed and said to her, "So what story are you going to tell me."

Michelle grinned and said, "The best kind. A true one."

Molee cocked her head not understanding and then Michelle began, "About a month ago, I had an epiphany. You see I had a friend come to me and tell me about a sexual fantasy that her boyfriend had asked her to fulfill, and I helped her fulfill it."

Molee's confusion persisted and she said, "So what did you do?"

Michelle continued grinning clearly enjoying the retelling of this story. "Well it's not so much as what I did as what my friend did. You see she and her boyfriend cooked up this 'game' where each month they must fulfill a secret desire of the other. Each month she alternates getting and giving sexual gratification. The only rule between them is complete honesty, and you must meet the 30 day deadline. My friend needed a little help with her first one, and I was lucky enough to participate. I won't tell you what it was, because that is her secret to share or not, but since then, I have decided to play my own version of this game."

Molee stared at her. "So every month you get a fantasy fulfilled." 

Michelle nodded and then shook her head. "Well not exactly. In my version of the game, I decided that it would not be as much fun for me to fulfill my own fantasies, but instead fulfill those of people I know."

Molee nodded slowly understanding. Michelle spoke again more casually and lightly then before, "Make no mistake I still get fucked when I want, but its such a rush to help someone fulfill the darkest sexual desires."

Molee then asked, "So tonight was a game and I was a pawn?" 

Michelle frowned looking somewhat hurt and said, "Not exactly. I was not playing a game with your head. I am not trying to manipulate or use you, and remember part of the game is honesty. I just like helping people find pleasure. "The Game" is just what my friend calls it. It's just a way to explore pleasure. I think you enjoyed tonight, but are feeling guilty about it now. That's what is so great about 'the game'. It allows you to explore your sexuality without the hang-ups. Are you going to tell me you didn't like it?" she asked.

Molee considered her. She felt somehow used, but she also knew that her guilt was reaching out looking for someone to blame other than herself. That was not fair, but it was what it was. 

Finally she sighed and said, "No I admit I loved every second of it. I did God help me, but I feel so....... dirty I guess." 

Michelle smiled and said, "Dirty is such a turn on."

Molee grinned at this and said, "Yeah it is."

Michelle poured a glass of wine for both of them from the bottle and handed the glass to Molee. She took a sip and said, "So are we going out for some more fun or would you rather stay here? In or out?"

Molee considered for a minute and then took a sip of wine. She finally was able to let go and her heart spoke before her mind could intercede. "I think I would prefer in and out." 

Michelle giggled with glee and said, "Really?"

Molee grinned with genuine pleasure, the pressure already leaving her now that the decision was made, "What the fuck? I mean I already fucked a guy for money. Guess we should spend some of it. Besides if I'm gonna feel guilty I might as well make it worth it." Molee was suddenly felt like a child sneaking cigarettes from her parents pack. The nervous thrill and anticipation of doing something forbidden excited her like nothing else ever had. 

Michelle grinned wildly at this new Molee. "Oh we are going to have so much fun." She predicted. 

"I need a shower and a change of clothes first", Molee said. 

"Me too. You go shower first and I will pick out the outfits." Michelle said already bounding for the door.

Molee stripped and got into the shower thinking, 'I wonder if whoever taught her this game realizes what they have released upon the earth.' The tingles of anticipation started and the butterflies were back as she felt the hot spray of water wash over her. 

She resisted the temptation to masturbate in the shower, and she wondered how in the hell she could be this horny within an hour of being so thoroughly fucked. But she was, and the night was young. 

She was drying herself in front of the mirror when Michelle bounded back into the room with a roller board suitcase. Michelle stripped without humility and joined her in the bathroom. Her blond hair was now free and flowed behind her. Her breasts were perfect C-cups topped with bright pink nipples. She was smiling and seemed to radiate sexuality. As she stepped out of her underwear, Molee noticed her completely shaven pussy and trim waist. 

"My God you're sexy." Molee said with an open mouth barely realizing she had vocalized her thoughts.

Michelle giggled and said, "Pick your tongue up off the floor or I'll make you put it to good use." She flashed her legs apart quickly still giggling giving Molee an unobstructed view of her labia and clitoral hood. Molee was immediately reminded of a fast frame video of a flower blossoming and shook the image from her mind.

Without further conversation, Michelle gracefully stepped into the shower and steam began to fill the room.

Molee knew tonight was a night she would never forget. And it was just beginning.

* * * * * * 

At about 11 pm, Michelle and Molee left the room at the hotel. Molee was dressed more provocatively than she normally dressed, but compared to her 'hooker' get up, she was positively conservative. She donned a red mini-skirt and a white blouse and bra. She had on thong panties that made her feel sexy, and comfortable sandals. She felt sexy and excited.

Michelle had also changed. Her hair was blond and flowing over a tanned face. Her high cheek bones touched with make up to give her a sexy out on the town look. She wore a black skirt that was short but still in the realm of tasteful. She wore a white tank top with a light green blouse. Molee considered her outfit equal to hers on the "slut scale". They didn't look like hookers, but it was clear from their dress that they were out for fun.




Molee's World Ch. 02



Molee's full figure body filled out both her skirt and blouse nicely and contrasted starkly with Michelle's tight and trim body. Molee's dark hair and Michelle's blond also made them quite a pair. Whatever happened tonight somebody was in for the ride of their lives. Molee smiled at the thought.

They descended the elevator together and stepped out into the lobby. Michelle said, "Wait here." And then disappeared around the corner.

She returned a few moments later and said, "Okay let's go."

Molee followed her outside and a long black stretch limo stood waiting for them.

"Shit are you rich or what?" Molee asked.

Michelle giggled. "Some say so, but what the hell it's just money so I say spend it." Then she jumped into the limo.

Their driver was a light skinned black man who was skinny and looked like a marathon runner. He smiled at his two charges and said, "Where to ladies?"

Molee looked to Michelle who said, "What's your name?"

"Maurice ma'am", the driver replied.

"Well Maurice how about you cut the Ma'am shit and call me Michelle. This is my friend Molee, and we actually we have no idea where to go. We are looking for a party. Got any suggestions?"

Maurice grinned at them lecherously through the partition and said, "Well I guess that depends on the party you are looking for. I don't usually make party recommendations, but in your case I think I might be able to help."

Michelle giggled and Molee's mouth went dry. Michelle continued, "Well Maurice where should horny girls go to fix their horniness?"

Maurice laughed and said, "How about my place."

Molee laughed and said, "Maybe later Maurice, but we want a wild party first. Any ideas?"

Maurice seemed to consider them for a moment and said, "I know just the place, sit back and have a drink and decide what kind of wild you are looking for. I'll have you at the party of your lives in less than ½ an hour."

Michelle giggled with glee and said, "God Maurice you know I love surprises."

Maurice put the limo in gear and turned out into traffic. Michelle reached for the mini-bar and poured two shots of tequila and handed one to Molee.

"To new friends and great fucks." Michelle said, and tossed the tequila back. 

After a moment of hesitation Molee did the same. Michelle was grinning and leaned forward and said to Maurice, "Give us a minute Maurice. Girl talk."

A second later the dividing window went up separating us from Maurice with a dark pane of glass. 

Michelle turned to Molee grinning with sparkles in her eyes, "So I guess we should decide what we are looking for tonight." She said watching Molee with interest.

"Er, well I'm not sure I guess we just play it by ear." Molee replied shifting uncomfortably in her seat. 

Michelle giggled. "Well that's one way to go, but you rarely get exactly what you want if you don't look for it."

"What do you mean?" Molee asked looking very uncertain.

"What I mean is that tonight is yours. Decide what you want and let's go find it. So what do you want?" Michelle said bluntly.

Molee blushed and said, "I'm not sure what you mean."

Michelle grinned again and said, "Oh come on! You know exactly what I mean. Just tell me what you want. You never had a problem with that online. So what are you up for tonight? You want to fuck a guy in the back of this limo? You want to fuck TWO guys in the limo? Lick a girl till she cums on your face? Piss on each other while midgets butt fuck each other in mayonnaise? What?"

Molee's blush turned to a crimson fire on her cheeks. In her entire life no one had so bluntly asked her what she wanted sexually. Well other than Michelle69 when she was online. She didn't know what to say now so she sat silently staring at her feet as her face burned.

Michelle took her hand and squeezed it encouraging Molee to meet her eyes. Michelle was still smiling warmly. "It's okay Molee. It's just sex. Relax. Have some fun with it. We can do anything together. All you have to do is ask."

Molee took a deep breath and sighed. "I know but this is not the internet, you know?" she said.

"I know." Michelle said. "This is so much more intense. I have been horny for a week thinking about this night. I want to live out some of the things we talked about and I want you to live out some of the things you talked about. But first I want you to tell me what you really want for tonight. Just let go and tell me."

Michelle's hand crept slowly up Molee's forearm stroking her. And then she gently touched her cheek, still smiling, feeling the heat of her blush under her hand.

Molee's mouth went dry at Michelle's touch and her nipples tingled. Maybe it was the madness of the night, the tequila, or just the situation, but she was suddenly deeply aroused. Her pussy was hot and wet and she had a strong desire to lean into Michelle and kiss her sexy lips. Her mind flashed and she imagined taking Michelle in her arms, stripping her, covering her body with kisses. 

The intensity of the moment made Molee dizzy with lust. 'What is wrong with me?' she thought shaking the image from her mind. Her desire, however, still burned hot in her and she found herself squeezing her pussy muscles involuntarily. 

"I want sex." Molee said in a truthful voice that was barely a whisper.

Michelle smiled and said, "That's a good start." She then leaned forward and brought her lips less than an inch away from Molee's mouth. Molee was too stunned to move. She froze sure that Michelle was going to kiss her. She knew she would let her, and more if she wished. But Michelle moved no closer. Instead she whispered in a soft, throaty voice that was thick with lust, "And I want to watch you fuck."

Michelle leaned slowly back away from Molee, and to Molee's horror she realized her lips were pursed as if ready to accept Michelle's wet mouth on her own. She shook her head as if to clear it, and Michelle giggled. 

And then the car came to an abrupt halt. They had arrived. Where they were Molee had no idea. A minute later the limo door opened and the light skinned black man stood holding it open. 

"I think you will find everything you are looking for here." Maurice said smiling. 

Michelle nearly bounded out of the door. Molee took a deep breath and followed her friend, wondering if this moment was really happening.

* * * * * * * * 

Molee stepped out of the limo just in time to see Michelle slip Maurice a folded up bill of money. "Thanks Maurice, care to join us?" she said seductively.

Maurice grinned and said, "Got to move the car around back. I might meet you inside later." 

Michelle grinned, "Que Sera." She said.

Molee looked around her surroundings and saw that they were in a warehouse district that had recently been converted to a variety of clubs, bars, and restaurants for the trendy. The area was clearly still in transition as there were also a lot of buildings that were still warehouses. 

Molee was taken back by the contrast. Directly in front of her was a building with bay windows lit with neon lights and the establishment sign declared in white hot letters that this was "The Underground". However directly across the street was a building that appeared to have been destroyed by fire. Window holes, long since devoid of glass, reminded her of the black eyes of something reptilian and cold. A shiver went up her spine and she suddenly felt they were being watched through those cold black eyes. It was a ridiculous thought, but fear did not often ride shotgun with rationality.

Michelle seemed oblivious and took her hand, "Come on, let's check it out." She said and walked boldly toward the front entrance of the club. Molee grinned at her, getting back into the mood of the moment and allowed herself to be led up to the front door.

The glass doors opened and loud club music spilled out into the night. There was a bouncer collecting cover at the door. He was big and wore an electronic headset to communicate with other employees, but he was smiling and seemingly enjoying himself. Michelle forked over 20 bucks and they were in.

To get into the club the two women worked their way down a short flight of stairs into the main room. Black lights abounded bathing everyone and everything in an impersonal fluorescent glow. As soon as they entered this room, Molee saw Michelle begin to sway with the music as if dancing. She continued toward the center of the room with purpose, but seemed to dance her way there.

Molee thought Michelle was amazing. She was such a free spirit and so beautiful. Molee suddenly felt overwhelmingly lucky to be here with her. She smiled to herself and began dancing herself. Michelle was right, she decided, I'm here so fuck it. I might as well have a good time. 

Michelle spun around and faced her at the center of the room. She was grinning ear to ear and danced with a seductive undulation that seemed to work through her body, but centered on her hips. The overall effect was erotic, arousing, and amusing all together. 

Molee mimicked her movement and Michelle's grin widened and brightened. Molee smiled back at her, happy she could make Michelle happy. Michelle moved closer to Molee and the crowd closed tightly around them. The throng moved together as one entity, and Michelle and Molee were only molecules of water in the sea of people that frothed around them. 

The music stopped a second later and Molee had worked up a sweat. Michelle had as well. The warmth of the night, combined with hundreds of bodies in close quarters built body heat. 

A black man stood next to Michelle and while the DJ changed up the music he said to her, "Can I buy you a drink?".

Molee looked over at the man. He was 6 feet tall and muscular as hell. She considered him and thought 'maybe not a body builder, but someone who spent many hours at he gym'. His skin was dark black and he spoke in an English accent. The sound of his voice made Molee wet with desire. She had a thing for accents.

Michelle smiled and said, "Maybe, but I have a friend with me." Michelle motioned to Molee who felt like the world's biggest loser under the man's gaze.

She shifted her weight from her left foot to right uncomfortably as the dark skinned black man's eyes appraised her. And then he smiled at her, and Molee felt like she could melt. His eyes were dark black set in a square face, but they were not cold. Rather they twinkled with humor, desire, and warmth. 

"Hello.", he said still smiling at Michelle and held out his hand to shake hers. "I'm Stephan."

Molee stared and realized that she had not spoken or made any acknowledgement of this sexy man, and then her trans broke and she smiled, wide. "Hi. I'm Molee." She said enthusiastically, once again feeling like the world's biggest dork.

Stephan smiled and said in perfect English diction, "Nice to meet you Miss Molee. I was proposing to buy your friend a drink, and I would be honored if you would join us."

Molee only nodded trying to drink in his words in her ears. Every time the man spoke Molee seemed to become more and more aroused by him. He was sexy as hell and his accent, cut body, and perfect manners turned her on, but she knew he was here for Michelle. But she was drawn to him never the less and she hoped Michelle would not find her presence intrusive. If she did, Molee would excuse herself and find a way to entertain herself.

Stephan turned back to Michelle, "And if two do not mind, I also am here with a bloke I know. Would you mind terribly if he joined us." 

Molee grinned in spite of herself thinking, "Awesome there are two of them. At least I won't be a third wheel."

Michelle grinned and said, "Of course."

The black man waved to his left. A moment later a lighter skinned black man appeared out of the throng. He was thin, but fit and had a thin mustache that he wore below brown eyes that twinkled with mischief. He was shorter than Stephan by and inch or two, and he actually had on a button down shirt. He wore tiny round eye glasses that fit his head well and gave him the look of an intellectual. 

Molee thought of him as a 'hot college professor' and the contrast of these two men seemed to work together. 

Stephan said, "This is Robert. Robert this is Miss Molee and Michelle." 

Roberts smiled and said, "Nice to meet you." Also in an accent, but this one was thicker than Stephan's. Molee smiled at the new comer. 

"Shall we go upstairs?" Stephan enquired. 

Robert smiled broadly and Michelle shrugged her shoulders but also smiled.

The four of them left the hot dance floor in a single file line that the crowd allowed and Stephan led them to an unobtrusive door at the other end of the building that had "VIP Only" inscribed on the door in gold leaf script.

A door man opened the door for them smiling at Stephan. There was a handshake and the door man pocketed a green bill that appeared to be a 20 to Molee. 'Fuck I got a get a better job if this dude makes 20 bucks for opening doors' Molee thought.

Once inside, the music was still audible, but not at the throbbing level of the dance floor. They ascended a set of wide stairs that was carpeted with a red pattern in the center as a runner. At the top, they were in a bar of sorts. Dim lights over cozy tables with expensive chairs and leather padding surrounded a 20 by 30 foot room. At the far end was a bar that was book ended by a humidor. A single man of 25 or so dressed in a suit stood ready to refill drinks. 

The room was only half occupied and a waitress in a tight, but tasteful cocktail uniform moved from table to table with grace. She was dressed in a white shirt that seemed to flatter her expansive chest. She had on a short skirt and black panty hoes and high heels. Molee was reminded of Las Vegas cocktail waitresses, but this was definitely a step or two above that.

A white man in his thirties and dressed in a 1000 dollar black suit greeted Stephan and the two shook hands. No bills exchanged this time, but the man led the quartet to a booth at the far side of the room that was secluded from the rest of the room. The man in the suit plucked the 'Reserved' card from the table as Molee slid to the middle of the booth with Michelle sliding in right beside her.

Stephan and Robert took seats on the ends. Surprisingly, Robert sat next to Michelle and Stephan next to Molee. The waitress appeared before they had a chance to even relax. Robert and Stephan both ordered a single malt scotch. Michelle favored expensive vodka, and Molee joined her. 

Two minutes later, a bottle of McCallan and Grey Goose appeared in ice buckets along with a pitcher of water, a silver tray with four high ball glasses, an ice bucket, and a pitcher of orange juice. 

The waitress smiled at them and then told them to turn on their table lamp should they need anything, otherwise she would leave them to their privacy. There seemed to be a stress on the word privacy, and Molee didn't know why.

Stephan and Robert exchanged a knowing glance and looked strangely hungry for a moment. Their faces expressed one emotion: anticipation.

Michelle seemed to be relaxed and poured two screwdrivers and handed one to Molee. The two men each poured a half an inch of amber scotch into their high ball glasses. Stephan raised his glass and said, "To new friends."

Michelle grinned and exchanged a glance with Molee. "To meeting new friends and a pleasurable evening." She said smiling. 

Molee shivered as she clinked glasses with each of her new friends. Her nipples were hard and her pussy wet. This was crazy. She wondered if Michelle was as aroused as she was. She glanced and saw that Michelle's face was flushed. She grinned to herself and realized that they were both horny as hell. Being with these two men in their current condition was the equivalent of smoking cigarettes in a room filled with dynamite, but Molee was giddy with the excitement of it. 

"So where are you two gentlemen from?" Michelle asked smiling a coy yet seductive smile from over the rim of her glass.

"I am from Australia. I own a small electronic research company in Melbourne actually." Stephan began, "and Robert here owns a telecommunications company in South Africa. We are here for a meeting in Portland and will be leaving in the morning."

Michelle leaned forward on her elbows and smiled. Her eyes gleamed with delight as she stared at these two men. "And what do you like to do for fun when you are in the states?"

Stephan was enjoying the banter and grinned. Molee and Robert simple watched the exchange with interest and anticipation to see where these two may go.

"Well," Stephan began, "it's always nice to meet beautiful women like yourself and Miss Molee." 

Stephan paused and glanced at Molee assessing her level of interest in his words; finding her grinning he continued. "And of course it's always nice to be treated with such hospitality by American women."

Molee did not catch the slur toward American women, however, Michelle who had traveled extensively in both Europe and Asia did. She smiled and said, "Not all American women are the whores our overseas counterparts sometimes give us credit for. It's an unfortunate stereotype, but then I am sure you don't fuck kangaroos that often either."

Stephan and Robert both burst out in laughter. Molee smiled still a little confused by the banter, but catching the gist of it. 

"I suppose not." Stephan said again in the perfect diction, but he was grinning with pleasure at having found someone as blunt, yet sophisticated as Michelle to banter with.

After another round of drinks everyone was much more relaxed. Michelle continued to flirt seductively with both men, and Molee sat between them smoldering in the heat of her own lust. 

She was surprised at her reaction. It must be the moment, the day, or the woman she was with, because Molee did not get this horny just by listening to sexy men talk. However, facts were facts, and her pussy was hot and wet. She took another pull on her screwdriver and enjoyed the warmth flowing down her throat. She leaned back and more closely to Stephan. He put his arm over her shoulder. This seemed natural and did not break the flow of the conversation. She was surprised at how good it felt to have a man that was not her husband hold her. She sighed and decided to just go with it.

Michelle noticed however and smiled at her seductively. She was surprised at how turned on Michelle's smile alone could make her. She remembered the moment in the limo and a deep yearning to be in her arms welled up inside her. 

Her lip quivered and her nipples tingled at the thought. She was rocking her hips gently trying to create some friction between her clit and her underwear. God she was horny.

"Well did I speak too soon about Americans?" Michelle said grinning and staring intently at Molee.

Molee's cheeks flushed and she sat straight up pulling away from Stephan. Stephan and Robert both laughed easily as did Molee, but her face still burned crimson. "Sorry." She mumbled.

"No worries my dear." Stephan said. "I enjoy having a beautiful American woman against me." 

The implication of the addition of the word 'American' was subtle but inescapable. Michelle stared at Stephan and then to Robert. 

She grinned and said, "I am not sure you believed me when I said we Americans are not sluts". She was smiling coyly.

"I believe what you said is, 'not ALL Americans are sluts'", Stephan responded corralling Michelle with her own words.

Michelle cocked her head as if to say, 'touché' and then grinned again. When she spoke again, it was with humor, but also with a trace of defiance, "I suppose that is true; but the question we seem to have before us right now is 'Is she a slut?'". She nodded toward Molee.

Molee was dying with embarrassment inside. She squirmed again in her seat, but said nothing. Her cheeks were now scalding and her butterflies were back. What was going on here?




Molee's World Ch. 02



Robert and Stephan considered Molee both grinning. Finally Robert spoke for the first time, "I say she isn't but could be." His words were so close to the truth that Molee shivered involuntarily.

Michelle smiled at Robert and said, "Really you thinks so?" Robert returned her grin and said, "Well we all are only a moment away from who we want to be."

Michelle grinned, "I like that saying. I will have to remember it."

Molee's heart was hammering in her chest. She was both excited and terrified. Stephan's arm was around her shoulders and they felt wonderful and wrong at the same time. She glanced at his crotch trying to be discreet and saw the thick outline of his semi-erect cock against the fabric of his trousers. Molee bit her lip in desire.

Michelle now moved closer to Molee until they were hip to hip in the booth between these two men. She whispered to Molee but everyone sitting there could hear her, "Robert thinks you want to be a slut tonight, and I want to find out if he is right. The only question left to answer is if you want to find out if he is right. Do you?"

Molee was too stunned to speak. Stephan was grinning ear to ear and Robert seemed to concentrating intently upon Molee's hardened nipples that pressed against the fabric of her shirt.

Michelle smiled at her and pulled her into an upright position away from Stephan. She then pushed her shoulders gently back against the booth until Molee was sitting straight up. Michelle then straddled Molee's hips so that they were facing each other. Molee could feel the weight of Michelle's body on her crotch and could see the twinkling desire in Michelle's eyes.

Michelle brought her face close to Molee's and once again Molee anticipated being kissed by her. Once again her anticipation ended with Michelle's lips only an inch from her own. This time Michelle spoke to her in a throaty hot voice. "It's a simple question. Yes or No will do. Now do you want to find out what you are tonight?"

Molee trembled under Michelle and finally a single syllable escaped her lips. 

"Yes." Molee said in a whisper of lust as she finally let go of everything but this moment.

Michelle smiled at her and slowly leaned away from her but did not get off of her. She turned to Robert and said, "Slide over for a moment." She indicated the seat she had recently occupied before mounting Molee.

Robert quickly slid next to Molee so that she was sandwiched between the two men with Michelle straddling her. Michelle leaned to her right and slowly began undoing the Windsor knot in Robert's tie. 

The tie slid free with the friction of satin on cotton and the soft material slowly caressed Molee's face as Michelle drew it free. Michelle was teasing Robert, and his eyes were hot with lust. Molee would bet his cock was hard and thick, but she could not see it past Michelle.

Michelle then took Molee's hands in her own and pressed them together as if she were trying to get Molee to pray. Molee was confused but allowed Michelle to hold her hands together. Grinning, Michelle looped the soft tie around Molee's wrist and her intentions became more clear. Molee did not move but her heart rate doubled.

In less than a minute, Michelle had bound Molee's hands together in front of her. The knot was not tight, and Molee could easily get out of it if she chose to, but at this moment she did not. 

Michelle then leaned into Molee's body pushing her arms over her head. Michelle's hands slid up Molee's arms, over her elbows, down her forearms until she gripped her wrists. There was a one more quick push and Michelle let go. Surprisingly Molee's arms stayed upraised and Molee looked up in confusion. Michelle had hooked the tie over a coat hook that Molee had failed to notice before. 

Panic and anxiety hit Molee together, but were immediately quashed as Michelle's finger covered her lips. "It's alright." Michelle spoke, and although Molee was still anxious she made no move to free herself.

Michelle dismounted Molee and slid out of the booth and stood staring at what she had created. The two men sat close to Molee watching her. Molee's arms were bound above her head and her large breasts pressed hard against the material of her blouse. Her nipples were outlined even in the candlelight. Stephan and Robert must have had throbbing hard-ons, but they were not visible above the skirt of the tablecloth. Molee stared at her intently not knowing what to do next. 

Michelle smiled at them and said, "Well she does look like she might be interested in being a slut for tonight at least."

Molee quivered uncomfortably. The men lecherously stared at her smiling enjoying her vulnerability and letting it feed their own lust. 

Robert began to reach out toward Molee's heaving breast when Michelle said, "Uh Uh boys. Don't touch her yet. I think we are all too horny to be objective about Molee here. What we need is an unbiased opinion and besides I could use another drink." And with that Michelle clicked on the table lamp to summon the waitress.

Within 15 seconds the woman in the cocktail outfit arrived. Molee stared at her from her predicament dying of embarrassment. But she could not take her eyes off of this woman. She was beautiful. 

Her skin was olive colored as if she were from Mediteranian descent. She had jet black hair that hung just below her shoulders. Her teeth were white and contrasted and complimented her skin in the black lit room. She was about 5'5" and her breasts were full and firm and her outfit seemed to caress the curves of her body perfectly. She had a thin waist and small tight hips that sat atop tight athletic legs. Molee wondered if she were an athlete.

When the woman arrived, she blinked hard when she saw Molee, but quickly regained her composure. She smiled at Michelle who was watching her intently. "What can I get for you?" she asked.

Michelle was grinning and said, "Well first what is your name?" 

"Angela Ma'am." The waitress said immediately.

"Well Angie, I am Michelle and this is my friend Molee. We were all just having a nice discussion about American women being sluts. We have come to the conclusion that only some American women are sluts. Would you agree?"

Angela smiled a little confused and said, "I suppose that is true." And then she shrugged as if saying, 'American women are sluts. I see it every day.'

Michelle continued and said, "Well we are trying to decide if my friend Molee is a slut or would like to be at least for tonight. Also we have decided that we are too, shall we say involved, to be objective. So I thought you might be able to help us."

Angela grinned a little wider. Clearly she had seen a lot of strange events in this room before, and was beginning to enjoy the moment. "And how might I be of service?" Angela asked.

Michelle grinned knowing that Angela was playing along. "Well I am sure you see sluts all the time in your line of work. How would you go about identifying one?"

Angela twisted a lock of her hair glancing from Michelle to Molee and back again. "Well, there is one sure fire method."

Molee looked nervous and was biting her bottom lip. The men seemed amused and each was rubbing a thigh lecherously as they listened to the exchange between Michelle and Angela. 

Angela took a step toward Molee. She was grinning now. Then she said, "Well you see any girl can get a little horny and act like a slut, but to me a real slut knows what she is going to do before she leaves the house for the night. You see a real slut will plan to go out and get a random fuck. It almost never 'just happens'"

She stopped and stared at Molee. Her eyes were bright and twinkled with amusement at her predicament. She seemed to be enjoying her part in Molee's night and moved closer to her yet. Her face was inches from Molee's as she seemed to inspect her. Molee could smell the combination of soap and perfume on this woman that combined into an erotically wonderful smell that made her see even more attractive than she was. 

Molee was, for the second time in as many hours, sure that the woman would kiss her. Instead the woman spoke in a voice that was soft but yet audible to everyone watching. "You see, a true slut knows that someone will be fucking her before she ever gets dressed for the night."

Molee felt Angela's finger tips tracing across the bare skin on her inner thigh just above the knee. She shivered involuntarily. The fingers traced gently toward pussy pushing her skirt up as it went. Her voice continued in soft hypnotic syllables. 

"You see standing naked in the shower, a true slut will take the time to be extra diligent about her pussy. She will always shave all those spots that we ladies sometimes skip when we are just going out to the grocery. But a slut knows she is going to get fucked so she takes extra time."

Angela's fingers grazed Molee's panties. They were soaked and the corners of Angela's mouth turned up in a partial smile that only Molee notices. Molee was blushing fiercely. Stephan and Robert listened intently, and watched with anticipation at Molee's predicament. Their cocks were thick and hard, straining at the expensive material of their pants. 

"So you see all we have to do is look at her pussy to know." Angela said and then smiled coyly. Her finger slipped under the band of Molee's panties which were exposed to the world now. She traced the wet, clean shaven outer lips of Molee's pussy causing Molee to tremble. She withdrew her finger and pressed it to Molee's lips making her lips glisten with her own musky wetness. 

And then Angela leaned in and kissed Molee. It was soft and gentle, but also filled with passion. Their tongues intertwined hotly and rolled over and over each other in a twirling cacophony of soft pink passion. Angela's fingers found Molee's clit pressed hard against the tight fabric of her wet underwear and tweeked it through the material. Molee groaned in pleasure and a mini-orgasm rolled across her. 

A moment later Angela stood. Molee sat, legs spread, eyes closed, breathing hard. Angela smiled and turned to Michelle. "Was that helpful ma'am?"

Michelle grinned and said, "Yes very helpful. Thank you."

Angela nodded and stepped past Michelle and left them alone again.