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Nine

By: FamiliarEnough



I was having one of those dreams where I was walking along and suddenly I was falling, falling, falling. I woke up with a startle and immediately calmed down when I recognized that I was in my hotel room. I rolled from my back to my right side and stared at Lover. 

His mouth was slightly open as he slept. His long, deep breaths were going in and out through his nose. In the dark, I could barely make out his full eyebrows and long lashes. He looked peaceful lying there facing me. My left hand reached forward, and I placed my fingertips on his lips. They were thinner than mine and partially hidden beneath a soft, graying beard. I lifted my fingers from his lips and lowered my hand all the way down to his hips. I ran them over the soft head of his penis and leaned forward lightly kissing him on the mouth, in hopes of making him stir as my fingers tickled and teased him.

I could tell he was starting to come to, so I put my head back on my pillow. Lover opened his eyes, barely. His lids drooped down, as his mind registered where he was and what was happening. The corner of his lips turned up slightly.

"Yes?"

I kissed him again, this time, with a little more energy and then put my head back down on the pillow.

He looked at me quizzically as I gave him my best, heated stare while I massaged his penis with more urgency. It was starting to come to, too.

"Really?" he asked slightly in disbelief. He looked over my shoulder at the clock. It was 2:48 a.m. He sighed a bit and shut his eyes again.

"Please," I begged, worried that he might reject my request.

"This is what I get for dating a younger woman," he joked. "Roll over." 

I turned onto my back as he pulled off the comforter and sat up. 

"Any requests, ma biche?" 

"Orgasms to the point of passing out?" I asked.

"I'm on old man. I need my beauty sleep, so we'll get you one, maybe two and then you'll have to sleep like a normal person," he said leaning over to kiss me on the lips before he climbed between my legs, slid down my body and off the bed onto his knees. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and my hips and pulled me down toward the end of the bed. He separated my legs with his hands, my labia with his fingers and went down on me. The more he licked, the more noise I made. He inserted a finger then two in my vagina. I propped my feet onto the end of the bed and pushed down onto his hand. 

I wanted him deeper, wider, harder. So I begged for that too. He began to realize that fingers were not going to get the job done that night. "Move back, I'm coming in."

I slid back a couple feet on the bed, while Lover climbed onto it. He stayed on his knees but lifted my legs up so that he could place about half of his penis into my vagina. I licked my fingers and started to rub my clit as he slowly went in and out. He leaned forward and played with my nipples. It felt outrageously good. 

"We should really invest in a pair of nipple clamps for you," he suggested, and he pulled on them a bit harder watching me writhe around in response. He pushed his dick all the way inside of me and I lost it. My orgasm started and I could feel my vaginal muscles clamping onto his penis as it moved in and out of me at a faster speed. I had ejaculated all over Lover's stomach in the process. 

"On your belly please," he asked stepping backward off the bed. I loved when he was behind me. I rolled over and rose onto all fours. "No. Back up, so you're feet are on the floor and you're bending over the bed."

I did as he asked. One of his fingers found my opening; his other hand guided his penis into me. He gripped my hips. "Ready?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered. He started moving back and forth slowly and then deeper and deeper. I loved hearing his balls slap against me. I touched my clit and my knees weakened. I was going to come again. I moaned in delight. Lover gripped onto my hips and moved faster. His "Oohs," were getting louder too. 

"Lover — now," I shouted as my second orgasm rolled through me. He huffed and puffed a few times before giving me one, two, three final pushes as he found his own pleasure. 

I crawled forward onto the bed. My body felt tingly all over. Lover stood in place for a moment before getting a couple bathroom towels to lie over where I had ejaculated.

"Sorry about the mess," I whispered. 

"Ma biche, it's nothing to apologize for. Trust me," he said spreading the towels. "Are you at least able to sleep now?" he asked.

I looked sheepishly at my pillow. The truth was, I was now completely worked up and wanted more. I met his eyes. He read my mind.

"Okay, um, let's try something else. Roll onto your stomach." 

Lover went into the bathroom, while I rolled onto my stomach. He returned with a small sample bottle of body lotion from the hotel bathroom. Lover straddled me just underneath my ass, and instead of pushing any sexual buttons, he put the lotion onto his hands and started to rub it into my skin. He started at the area where my neck meets my shoulders and slowly, slowly applied enough pressure that I felt knots everywhere in my back start to come free. It was like I was butter melting in a saucepan, until he got to my lower back and ass, where I hold all of my tension. 

"For a girl who just made love, you're pretty tense," he said. "Try to relax." I inhaled deeply and relaxed as he moved off of my legs and sat next to me trying to stretch out those muscles. 

Every touch was ecstasy and agony. Lover is persistent and determined. He worked on the area for a long time, then down my hamstrings, into my calves and finally to my feet. 

I was putty when he was done, and almost sleepy.

"Roll over onto your side," he requested. I turned to my left. In response, he curled up behind me, lifted up my right leg and pushed his semi-hard penis into my from behind. I felt cocooned in his harms. He moved back and forth gingerly for a long time, holding my leg up to give him access to penetrate me as he wished. When his orgasm came, he was quiet. I turned my head so I could kiss him behind me. 

He gently released my leg and kissed me again. My eye lids started to fall as I felt his breath hit the back of my neck. My vaginal muscles squeezed twice to confirm he was still inside me. I had a small smile of satisfaction on my face, as I drifted off into a deep sleep of content.

Nine Black Men



I never knew what my friends had in store for me my bachelorette party. If I would have known ahead of time I would have called the whole thing off. Fortunately for me, I didn't. It was supposed to be just us girls sitting around my house getting drunk and talking about men. I had NO idea that they had invited a bunch of men to join us. 

The first men to arrive were two black males about 30 years old. I was shocked to see black men since as far as I knew, none of my girlfriends even knew a black man. I gave a quick glance at one of my girlfriends who just smiled coyly and introduced me to Little Jay and Raymond.

"So this is the married woman?" Little Jay said to me.

"Not married yet," Tina clearly reminded him which did little to put me at ease. Little Jay was a very attractive man, but a black man? I'd never even thought of being with a black man. Surely my friends didn't have something planned like that, I thought.

Around a half hour later another 5 black men arrived, now outnumbering me and my 4 girlfriends, who coincidentally were all married already.

The men all seemed nice enough: Mo Mo, Deuce, Rodman, Slick and B.B. were there names. It was almost comical hearing them introduce themselves. Where did these black guys come up with their names?

Amy sat on the couch between Mo Mo and Deuce, Tina was real friendly with Raymond and sat in his lap in our lounge chair. I never knew Tina liked black men. I wondered what her husband would think if he saw her now. Slick, B.B., and Little Jay sat on separate chairs with Sarah, Becky and I around the table as we all sipped on drinks and made casual conversation.

I guess I started growing accustom to everyone being here and we all started having a good time, laughing and telling jokes of all sorts, even black jokes. Sarah had suggested we all play cards so four of us divided into pairs to play hearts while the rest of them sat in the living room and listened to music.

Little Jay wanted to be my partner so I said why not. Sarah and B.B. paired up against us and we started to play.

Things were going great for about an hour until Sarah said, "I know, let's play strip poker!"

"OH NO!" I protested immediately though it was clear from the very second I said it that I was outnumbered by everyone.

"Yes!" Tina said and when I turned to argue with her I was shocked to see her legs over the edge of the chair and Raymond's hand between them. Raymond's long black fingers were inside Tina's white panties and clearly his finger was inside her as she wiggled around in his lap. "Oh that tickles," Tina said to Raymond as she suddenly forgot about me again.

"Do it," Becky said. "Chicken!"

"I'm up for it," Little Jay said as he winked at me. "Come on, it'll be fun."

B.B., Slick, Mo Mo, Deuce, and Rodman all agreed.

"Sure," I said. "Are you guys going to play too?"

"I will if you will," Amy agreed.

"Same here," Becky added.

It was unanimous. I was the only one who didn't want to play. To hell with the fact that it was my party, I knew I wasn't going to get out of this one. I reluctantly agreed and everyone came to the table except Raymond and Tina who were still playing with each other in the chair, and Amy and her two men Mo Mo and Deuce.

"We'll play from over here," they all agreed. "There's not enough room at the table anyway.

Even though they were right I didn't feel very comfortable as we started playing.

Mo Mo and Little Jay were the first to lose clothes and quickly opted to remove their shirts. I hadn't realized it until now but these black men were very athletic looking and their dark hard bodies were very attractive, even to me.

With only a few more hands Amy had lost her top and was sitting in her bra between two black men, one of which was sitting in only his underwear and the other had on a pair of pants. My eyes caught Mo Mo's crotch immediately. I noticed that not only was he hard, but he was big! His long hard cock was visible to everyone in the room and nobody seemed to say a word about it other than to laugh at their misfortune.

Becky had lost her top too and her pants and was sitting in only her bra and panties. Sarah and I had not lost any clothes. Meanwhile, A couple other men had lost shirts but nothing else.

As Sarah dealt the cards out for another hand I noticed Amy putting her hand on Mo Mo's hard cock as she started rubbing it through his underwear.

Mo Mo reciprocated by grabbing her big breasts and playing with them through her bra. Deuce leaned over and slid his hand between Amy's leg and started to rub her pussy through her panties as she spread her legs to let him.

Obviously Sarah elected not to deal cards to my busy friend and her men and I was shocked to see Amy pull Mo Mo's underwear down over his hard cock and take it in her little white fist. I was even more shocked to see my friend bend over and take the big black sucker in her mouth.

"It's good to see the party get started," Tina said as Raymond pulled her panties off and started kissing him as he held her in his arms.

Deuce was pulling off Amy's panties now too as he got on his knees on the floor between her legs.

Next thing I know Becky pulls down her panties and unsnaps her bra while Rodman strips all his clothes off to join her. Sarah drops the cards and walks over to B.B. who promptly starts unbuttoning her blouse.

"Come one Britt," Sarah said with a smile. "You and Little Jay should get to know each other better."

Little Jay just looked at me and said, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"Oh yes!" I heard Amy squeal as I noticed that Deuce had gotten her on her hands and knees on the couch and started pushing his big black cock into her pussy while she sucked Mo Mo's long black shaft.

"Do you want me?" I asked Little Jay as Tina now started moaning behind me.

"Yes," he said ignoring everyone else, "but only if you really want me."

I looked back at Tina and saw only her back side as a huge black cock was stuffed all the way up her blonde snatch. She slowly rode the monster inside her and moaned loudly each time she sat back down on it.

I stared transfixed at how beautiful it looked seeing a huge black cock inside my friends tight blonde pussy.

"It looks like everyone's having fun but us," I said still watching Tina work her tight ass up and down Raymond's thick pole in the chair.

From the couch the grunts and groans were getting much louder and I could now hear Deuces thighs slapping my friends taut ass as he fucked her harder and harder.

"Make me cum!" Amy screamed. "MAKE ME CUM!!!"

"Ok," I said now extremely horny after watching my white girlfriends getting fucked by big black studs. "I'm convinced."

Little Jay came across the Table and stood beside me as I watched Amy reach her first orgasm of the night. 

"OH GOD YES!" she screamed. "I'm cumming!!!! UH!!! UH!!!"

Like an eager slut Amy pulled away from Deuce and climbed up in Mo Mo's lap.

"You're turn you big black fucker," she said as she pulled down her bra and shoved her big creamy white tits in his black face.

Amy wasted no time grabbing Mo Mo's cock and putting it right back in her sloppy brown pussy.

Deuce got up on the back of the couch and shoved his shiny black shaft in Amy's face.

Just then I huge black cock appeared right in front of my face. I hadn't even noticed Little Jay take his pants off but suddenly his cock was in my face and little was the LAST thing you could say about it.

As horny as I was I grabbed his fat black cock and shoved it in my mouth as deeply as possible.

"Ya, suck it," he said as he curled his fingers into my thick red hair and pushed my head up and down his cock shaft.

In the cornor I could see B.B. laying on the floor as my friend Sarah sucked his large black cock in the nude.

All around me I could hear my girlfriends moaning and groaning as they sucked and fucked these black studs which turned me on more than anything I had ever imagined.

"CUM ON MY ASS!" I heard Tina shout behind me. "OOOHHH YA!! CUM ALL OVER ME!!!"

"My turn!" I heard Deuce say and I stopped sucking Little Jay to turn and watch Deuce shoot his hot white cum all over my friends face as she still fucked Mo Mo.

Amy held her mouth wide open as Deuce jerked his load onto her tongue.

"Oh God," I moaned quietly as I watched Deuces cum run down Amy's neck and onto her tits as she fucked Mo Mo even harder trying to get him to cum too.

In seconds Mo Mo jerked and pulled his cock out of Amy's hot pussy. I saw his beautiful cum shoot up her back and all over her pretty little ass.

"Ooo," Amy cooed.

"Ya!" Mo Mo grunted as he pumped his cock with his fist and drained himself on my friends ass.

"CUM ON ME!" I heard Becky order and I turned around to see my friend laying on her back and a black cock between her legs squirting cum all over her tits and stomach.

"Oh, oh OOOHHH!!" I heard B.B. shout as he obviously was cumming in Sarah's mouth as she jerked his black cock in her white fist.

Suddenly Little Jay and I were the only two left who hadn't orgasmed at all.

"Suck it," Tina said to me. "Go on, suck his big black cock."

"Ya, do it Britt," Amy said as she sat on the couch with her two black lovers sucking her nipples.

"I felt a little bit like I was on stage but I put Little Jay's fat black cock in my mouth and began sucking him off again.

As I sucked harder and faster, Little Jay groaned and pulled my hair which only turned me on more. I had to have his cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste his salty thick load so bad!

It seemed all the guys were encouraging Little Jay to cum in my mouth, saying things like, "Give it to the bitch," and "make her eat it!"

All the encouraging paid off, or at least my head job did because suddenly his cum exploded in my mouth. Little Jay growled and jerked his hips up into my face as I swallowed his cum as fast as I could. Jay was cumming far to much for me to take it all and when his thick load seeped out and ran down my chin all the men cheered.

By the time I finished sucking all the cum out of this black stud as I could most of my girlfriends were dressed but none of the men were.

"What's going on?" I asked as my girlfriends gathered up their stuff to leave.

"It's about time we leave," Tina said. "It's YOUR party."

"WHAT?" I asked shocked. Surely they weren't leaving me alone with all these black men.

"Have a good time," Becky said as she opened my front door and walked out.

"I wish I were you now," Amy said as she followed Becky out. "Have fun!"

Next Sarah left and finally Tina.

"Don't worry," Tina said. "These guys are really nice. They'll leave whenever you want them to."

With that Tina closed the door and I found myself in a room full of 7 naked black men all staring at me hungrily.

"Uh guys," I said nervously. "I don't know if I can do this."

Mo Mo was the first to aproach me and stick his hard cock in my face.

"Just give it a little suck," He said pushing his cock against my lips.

Instinctively I opened my mouth and let him push his cock between my hot lips.

"Do you taste your girlfriends pussy on my cock?" Mo Mo asked as he watched me suck him more eagerly now.

I nodded my head that I did and it made me horny thinking how I was tasting Amy's cum on this man's cock.

"The first thing we have to do," one of them said. "Is get this bitch out of her clothes."

Suddenly two or three men were all groping my hot body and undoing my blouse and pants.

I knew that if I took my mouth off Mo Mo's prick I would say no so I reached up and grabbed his tight black ass and shoved his cock further down my throat. I had to keep my mouth full or I'd probably chicken out.

"Ya this bitch wants it," Mo Mo said as my clothes came peeling off now.

Suddenly I felt strong black hands pulling down my panties and unsnapping my bra. I was so nervous I started to hyperventilate.

Raymond was getting me on my hands and knees and squeezing my tight ass. I was so afraid of what was going to happen next but I just kept sucking Mo Mo's cock and was surprised to feel Raymond's hot tongue lick my asshole.

It felt so good having someone lick my ass like that that I just started moaning real loud which got all of the guys going. Next thing I knew all the men were on their knees with me in a circle. I could feel hands all over my big tits and tight ass and big black cocks slapped against my back and thighs.

I imagined what I looked like right now. I white red headed whore surrounded by 7 hung black studs, ready to suck and fuck every one of them.

I made a promise to myself that I was going to fuck every one of these guys tonight. I was going to have seven thick black cocks inside me before I was done.

The first stud to mount me was Raymond. I felt him getting in position behind me and spreading my red pussy with his long black fingers. I decided to suck Deuces cock now and took the opportunity while I switched men to talk to Raymond behind me.

"Fuck me Raymond," I said. "Fuck that big black cock up my pussy!"

"Oh ya," Raymond moaned as he began working his huge monster inside my extremely tight pussy. I knew all this fucking was going to stretch me out before my wedding night but I didn't care. It only turned me on more to think these studs were going to fuck me till I was sloppy loose.

"OH YA!" Raymond barked as I shoved another cock in my mouth. "You tight bitch!"

"Hey save some of that for me," one of the men shouted.

"Fuck that," Raymond grunted. "I'm gonna wreck this pussy!"

"God that feels so good!" I screamed between sucking several different men. "FUCK ME!"

Raymond was pounding my little pussy now making my ass slap against him with each thrust.

"Ooooo ya," I grunted as he fucked me. "Make me cum now. Make me cum."

I thought about the men all wanting a turn inside of me and I started cumming.

"OH GOD!" I screamed. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING ON YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!"

"GOD DAMN!" Raymond shouted as he pulled out of my dripping pussy and spurted his cum up my back.

"OH YES!!!" I screamed.

"Cum on the bitch!" Deuce shouted. "YA! YA!"

"Oh ya you fucking nigger," I said "Why don't you try and make me cum."

I wasn't sure how that was going to go over but I couldn't help myself. Luckily all the guys laughed.

"Ya nigger," Mo Mo said. "Fuck the white bitch!"

Before I knew it several black men were smearing Raymond's cum al over my back and down around my big tits as Deuce mounted me from behind and shoved his hard cock inside me.

"GOD DAMN this bitch has a nice pussy!" Deuce groaned.

"Fuck it!" I shouted. "Fuck me with your nigger cock!"

Deuce began ramming his cock up my pussy with as much force as he could which instantly sent me over to another orgasm.

"YES!!! MAKE ME CUM!!!! YES!!!" I screamed.

Just then Deuce pulled out of my pussy and shot his load all over my ass just like Raymond, making sure to squirt a liberal amount between my ass.

Two down, five to go I thought.

I had been sucking Mo Mo's cock for quite some time and new he was close so I chose him next. Quickly I rolled over and laid on my back as the men kept pawing at my big tits.

"Come on Mo Mo baby," I said. "Fuck that big black cock up my pussy."

Mo's cock was inside me in a flash and he began pumping away while B.B. pushed his cock in my mouth and the other's fondled my tits.

In only a few strokes Mo Mo was ready and he pulled out of me to squirt his hot cum up my stomach and onto my tits.

"Ya Mo Mo," I purred. "Cum all over me!"

Mo Mo finished by dribbling cum all over my red hared pussy and then climbed off.

"This is bitch is mine," Rodman groaned as he climbed on top of me next and forced his big cock up inside me.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard bitch," Rodman said as he leaned over me and began fucking me hard with his big shaft.

"DO IT!" I ordered him. "Try and make me cum!"

Rodman grabbed my thighs and lifted my ass off the ground and he pounded my still tight pussy.

I could feel his big balls slapping my sticky ass and I could feel myself wanting to cum bad.

"Ok you son of a bitch," I shouted. "You're gonna make me cum! Does it make you feel good knowing you can make a hot white bitch cum?"

"Ya," Rodman grunted as he fucked me harder to make me scream.

"JESUS!!" I screamed. "YES!!! FUCK ME!!!"

"OH SHIT!" Rodman shouted. "Eat this!"

Quickly Rodman pulled out of me and knocked his buddies away so he could get his cock in my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide as his cum shot across my face and into my hair. Rodman took great pleasure in coating my red hair with his thick jizz before finally squirting the last little bit into my mouth where I wanted it.

"Next time one of you fuckers want's to cum on my face, let me eat it ok?" I said sarcastically.

"I'll put it in your mouth," B.B. said.

"Great," I said. "Then get on top of me and let me fuck that beautiful cum out of your hard black cock and you can put it in my mouth where it belongs."

B.B. wasn't inside me more than a couple minutes and he was ready to blast off.

"Come up here baby," I said as he quickly scooted up my body and pointed his cock at my open mouth.

Thick cum shot out of the young studs cock and right into my mouth. Eagerly I swallowed as he pumped his cock in his fist to squirt it all in my mouth.

"Ooo it tastes so good having a nigger cum in my mouth like that," I smiled as he finished.

I looked around to see only two of the studs left, Slick and Little Jay. I was saving Little Jay for last.

Slick had the smallest of the studs dicks so I figured I would offer him a special treat.

"How would you like to fuck me up the ass Slick?" I asked.

I could tell by the way his face lit up that it was a yes.

"Hey, I wanted to do that," one of the men complained.

"You all had your turns," I said snottily. "Now just watch".

Sexily I got up on my hands and knees and bent over the couch to offer Slick my ass.

I watched my black lover position himself behind me and prepared myself for the assault.

Suddenly I felt his big black prick pushing up my hot tight butt.

"OH GOD!" I moaned loudly as he worked his cock in and out pushing it further each time. "I never thought I'd have a big nigger fucking me up the ass!"

"It's so tight it feels like your ripping my dick off," Slick barked.

"Just a few pumps baby," I said. "I'll squeeze the cum out of you."

Slick grabbed my hips and I admired the way his black skin looked on my white thighs as he pushed his cock up my ass all the way and slowly started fucking me.

"I love your hard cock in my ass!" I shouted. "OH FUCK ME!"

I loved the feel of his big black cock stretching my butthole and in a few strokes he was ready to cum.

"Oh shit," Slick said as he pulled his cock out of me and squirted thick cum right into my gaping asshole. I could feel his hot cum running down my pussy and I looked between my legs to see it dripping off my read bush.

"You men have all done a great job," I purred as I turned around now and faced Little Jay.

"And now," I said as I got up and walked over to Jay who was sitting in the chair. "I want your cum inside me."

"Holy shit!" One of the other men said. "You on the pill or something?"

"Nope," I said as I slowly crawled up on top of Little Jay and took his cock in my hand.

"But you could get pregnant," another man said.

"Yep," I said as I slowly put Little Jay's big black cock against my well fucked pussy and began sitting down on it.

"I hope you don't mind the other guys cum on me," I said softly.

"OH SHIT," Little Jay groaned as he grabbed my slippery ass. "No, it don't bother me."

Slowly I fucked my pussy up and down Jay's thick black cock making sure to let the other men see it.




Nine Black Men



I pushed my big white tit in Jay's face and let him lick and bite my nipple as I rode his big cock.

"I need a baby to remind me of this night forever," I said. "Will you give me your baby?"

"OH YA!" Little Jay said enthusiastically.

"Won't your husband notice a black child?" one man said.

"My husband knows I fucked other men before we got married," I said staring into Little Jays eyes and I rode his fat black cock awaiting his baby juice inside me. "When I have this baby he'll know it was a black man. That's all."

"I'm almost there," Jay said. "Are you sure?"

I grabbed Jays hands and made him push me down on his cock as far as he could.

"HOLD ME THERE!" I panted as I started cumming just thinking about what was going to happen. "OH GOD FORCE ME TO TAKE IT!"

"HERE IT COMES!" Little Jay shouted as I felt his cum erupt in my pussy like a cannon.

"OH IT FEELS SO GOOD!" I screamed as I bucked and squirmed futily. "I'M CUMMING TOO!!! Squirt your cum right up there where it belongs!"

I felt Jay's cock pulsating inside me sending gush after gush of hot semen inside me until it started running out of my pussy and down his balls.

"I'm full of black cum!" I panted. "My white little pussy is full of your hot black cum."

"Thank you," Jay groaned as he slid himself out from under me and let me lay on my back to keep it all in.

"Thank you guys," I said. "I had a really great time. And Jay, you can come back and visit our son when he's born."

"You're husband wont like that, " Little Jay smiled.

"He'll live with it," I smiled back. "I'll never forget you guys."



Nine Holes of Golf



Ever since I lost my teaching position at the university for demanding sex from pretty coeds in return for passing grades, I've been the watering guy at a local golf course. It's a beginners' course, only nine holes and none of them very challenging, so it doesn't generate much income beyond what's needed to keep it running. It doesn't have a fancy watering system that's operated electronically from a remote location in the clubhouse, just sprinkler heads that have to be inserted manually into the quick couplers in the middle of the fairways and along the edge of the tees and greens. The superintendent thinks it's best if I work after dark so the water won't evaporate under the hot midday sun, so every night, except when it rains, I roam up and down the course in a beat-up golf cart, making sure all the grass gets watered so it will look at least semi-green during the day.

During the summer, when it's quite warm even late at night, I like to water in the nude. It keeps my clothes from getting ruined, plus it feels so naughty to be wet and naked at work. The only problem is that parading around in the buff for hours at a time makes my pecker stiff. Some nights it gets so stiff I have to masturbate before I'm done watering. Sometimes I have to masturbate twice.

When I told my wife about my naked exploits she seemed turned on, especially by the part about me getting a hard-on and jerking off. So, when I told her I couldn't take her out on our anniversary because I had to water, she didn't get mad and complain. Instead, she said, "that's OK, honey, I have a better idea anyway." As I was leaving for work on our special day, she gave me a big kiss and told me to call her before I left the golf course to come home. "And," she added with a twinkle in her eye, "don't jack off! I have a surprise for you!"

All that evening, I couldn't think about anything other than what the surprise might be. It was all I could do to keep from playing with myself, but I knew that if I did it would ruin the surprise. So, instead, I worked with an erection all night long. I had to keep my shorts on just to keep it from getting pinched by one of the sprinkler heads.

I called her a little after midnight. "Stay there," she said, 'I'm on my way." Ten minutes later, she was getting out of her car with a gym bag in her hand. "What's in the bag?" I asked. She gave me a big kiss and replied, "The surprise, of course."

She asked me to lead her to the first tee. Once we got there, she announced that we were going to play nine holes of golf. And then she told me to take off my shorts and put them in the bag. Before I could reply, she had stripped off her baggy, knee-length T-shirt, the only garment she was wearing, and was standing in front of me with a big grin on her face.

My wife is not the best looking woman in the world. She's 50 pounds overweight, her breasts sag, her hair is mousy brown and stringy, her skin is splotchy, her teeth are crooked and her nose is too big. But she stood by me despite the humiliation I put her through owing to the circumstances of my dismissal and subsequent impoverishment, and for that I will always be grateful. She's also a hot-blooded wench, and as she stood there in the light of a full moon, stark naked and quivering like she couldn't wait to be fucked, she struck me as being almost beautiful.

As we strolled down the middle of the fairway to the first green, she explained how these nine holes were going to be played. On each of the nine greens, one of us would make the other cum by using a different one of our holes. At first, I didn't get it because I didn't think we had nine holes between us. I could think of only four - her mouth, cunt and ass and my mouth - and I said so. She looked at me like I was stupid. "What about YOUR ass?" she demanded.

I was dumbfounded. "What do you mean," I stammered, "I can't make you cum with my ass."

"Oh yes you can," she declared, and squeezed my testicles until they hurt. Suddenly, I was not at all sure that I was going to like this surprise.

"Even so," I countered, "that still leaves us four holes short."

She sighed. "Make an OK sign with your right hand." I touched my forefinger to my thumb.

"Now look at it. Do you see a hole?" And, just like that, it dawned on me what the missing four holes were.

By now we had reached the green. She took the pin out of the cup and said, "Sit down with your butt over the hole and spread your legs." As soon as I did, she began to stroke me with her right hand, the forefinger and thumb not quite able to make an "O" around my fat cock. I could feel the cool night air nipping at my anus, and that made me wonder exactly how she planned to use my rosebud to make her cum. But soon, I stopped worrying about that, and instead thought about how good her hand was making me feel. It didn't take long for me to spurt my hot sperm all over her fingers. When I was done, she licked them clean and cooed, "Hmm, delicious!" And then we were off to the second hole.

As soon as her ample tush was positioned over the cup as mine had been on the green before, I placed my right hand on her pudgy mound and began playing with her clitoris. My wife has a fat one, and when it's fully aroused it's as big around as my little finger and almost as long. At first, I rubbed it with the "OK sign," my thumb and forefinger touching, but that didn't seem to do much for her. So I took her nub between those two fingers and massaged it, gently at first and then harder and harder until I was jerking it off like it was a little penis. After she came, I licked her stickiness off my fingers and, mimicking her, said "Hmm, delicious!" We shared a quick laugh and a French kiss, and then we were off to the third hole.

By the time we got to the green my pecker was hard again. She stroked my cock with the forefinger and thumb of her left hand while she tickled my balls with her right hand. But when she dragged a fingernail across my anus and began tickling just the outer rim, I blew my load. While she gobbled my jism, I couldn't help but wonder what more was in store for my nether hole; the anal stimulation, although startling, had been unexpectedly pleasant. We shared another French kiss - was that my cum I tasted on her tongue? - and then we were off to the fourth hole.

Number 4 is the longest hole on the course, and by the time we got to the green my wife's pussy was dripping wet. She couldn't wait for me to get my hands on her, and I did my best not to disappoint. While my left thumb rubbed her clit, I put three fingers inside her cunt and pumped them in and out as fast as I could until she came noisily. In fact, she came too quickly to suit me, so I kept on working her over until she begged me to stop. This time I made her lick her own juices from my fingers, which she did happily. And then we were off to the fifth hole.

As before, she directed me to sit on the green with my anus positioned squarely over the cup and my legs spread. She crawled between them and, holding my erection in her hand, started licking my balls. As her spittle evaporated in the warm night air, I could feel my nuts shriveling up, and it made me shudder. She slowly licked the bottom of my shaft from balls to glans, and then she lapped at the helmet like it was an ice cream cone. That made me shudder, too. She molded her lips around my cock and bobbed her head on my manhood, and when I felt the tip graze against the opening to her throat I shuddered again. But when she jammed a finger up my anus and wiggled it around, the fingernail painfully scraping my rectum, I bucked and squirmed and came in her mouth. She swallowed it all and licked me clean, smacking her lips when she was done. And then we were off to the sixth hole.

As soon as we got to the green, she pulled the pin, plopped her plump posterior over the cup, and spread her chunky legs wide apart. "Eat me!" she begged. I was more than happy to comply. I tickled the tip of her fat clit with my tongue, but that was only just to tease her. When she demanded more, I went to work with a vengeance. I licked her nether trench from top to bottom until her cunt and ass were sloppy wet. I sucked her clit until it was as hot and swollen as I'd ever felt it. I shoved my tongue as far up her snatch as it would go, then I fucked her with it, reveling in the sticky tartness of the mucus that drenched my lips with each thrust. In no time I had her writhing and wriggling, oohing and aahing, mewling and moaning, whining and whimpering, begging me to stop. But I ignored her pleas for mercy and kept right on working her over with my lips and tongue. She bucked and humped so violently I had to wrap my arms around her chubby thighs to hold her down. Now she begged me not to stop and I didn't, not until she had experienced a howling orgasm that left her quivering and exhausted. Once she recovered, I gave her a big kiss with lots of tongue so she could get a good taste of herself, and then we were off to the seventh hole. 

"Lay down on your back," she commanded when we reached the green, "I want to ride you." Her pussy was still drenched with my saliva and her mucus, so when she squatted on my dick it went all the way in with no effort. For a few seconds she just sat there, no doubt enjoying the sensation of having her cunt stuffed with my hard fat penis. Then she began to slide up and down on my pole, at first just an inch or two but then gradually lifting herself up more and more. She bent over so her nipples were grazing my lips and whispered hoarsely, "Suck them." Soon she was riding me so vigorously that I couldn't suck them at all because she was beating me in the face with her pendulous breasts. When she came, she dismounted almost immediately and I thought we were done, but instead she repositioned herself so that her big ass was facing me. By the light of the silvery moon, I could see her puckered anus winking at me while her pussy lips stretched around the girth of my cock. She slithered up and down its length until we both climaxed, and then we were off to the eighth hole.

"Only two holes left," she purred wickedly as we reached the fairway. I knew which two, and one of them was my anus. I didn't know exactly how it was going to work - was she planning to fuck my ass with that big clit of hers? - and I'd been dreading it ever since we started this round of golf, especially after her fingernail had scratched my rectum. And then it hit me; if she was going to fuck my ass, she was also going to let me fuck hers, something I had been dreaming about since our honeymoon some thirty years ago. While the one prospect was terrifying, the other was exhilarating, so I decided to make the best out of a situation that might not be so bad after all.

When we got to the green, she opened the gym bag and took something out. I couldn't tell what it was until she practically shoved it in my face. It was long and black, as thick as my cock, and it looked like a cock on either end. As it glimmered in the moonlight, I began to get a sick feeling in my stomach. "What's that thing?" I asked timidly, but I already knew the answer.

"It's a double dildo," she exclaimed with glee as she sucked sloppily on one end, "and you're going to fuck me with it."

"I am? How?"

She made me get on my knees with my forehead on the green. Then she spread my ass cheeks apart and started licking my butt hole. She even stuck her tongue inside like she was trying to fuck me with it. This sensation was completely new to me, and it felt so sinfully good that my pecker got hard again. And then I felt something rubbery invading me, bit by bit, stretching my virgin hole to its maximum. She eased it in until it seemed as if it wouldn't go any farther. "Good," she exclaimed, "hold it right there and don't let it move." And in just a few seconds I felt and heard her fat ass slapping against mine. I looked between my legs and saw her big melons sprawled across the green and that black monstrosity, the one that was lodged firmly in my ass, pumping in and out of her cunt.

She had told me not to let it move, so I clamped down tight on the dildo with my sphincter, but she was jackhammering it so hard I couldn't keep it from ravaging my rectum. Soon it felt like I was the one being fucked, not her. I'm not gay, but I must admit I enjoyed the indescribably wicked feeling I got from that big black hunk of plastic as it raped my asshole. By the time she came, the raw, burning feeling in my ass had driven me wild with lust and I was thrusting back against her just as violently as she was against me. We rested a bit, she put the dildo back in the bag, and then we were off to the ninth hole.

The ninth tee sits on a hill overlooking the rest of the golf course, and from there one can also see much of the university and town. In the light of a full moon, it is an awe-inspiring sight, and we paused for a few minutes to take it in. But while we were enjoying the view, I sensed that, for the first time that night, my wife was a bit anxious. No wonder, I thought, we were down to the last hole, her anus. Was she having second thoughts?

"Only one hole left," I said cheerfully. She nodded but said nothing. "I've been waiting for this moment for years," I said softly, and in the moonlight I could see her smile wanly. "You sure you want to do it?" I asked. "More than anything," she whispered as she gave me a hug, and we marched off towards the last green.

She directed me to lay down with my rump over the cup. Once I was in place, she fished a lubricated condom out of the gym bag and unrolled it over my eager erection. Then she sat on my face, with her rosebud on my lips and my nose in her twat. "Fuck my ass with your tongue," she cooed, "make it good and wet for your cock!"

I did as I was told. The gamey taste of her nether hole and the intoxicating aroma of her freshly fucked cunt made my fat penis strain against the confines of the condom. When she was ready, she backed off my face and slithered down my torso until her tight butt hole was nestled against my swollen glans. With a sigh and a grimace, she impaled herself on my throbbing prick, and it was only with great difficulty that she managed to get even a few inches past her sphincter. But gradually, she forced my rod to go deeper and deeper into her rectum until her broad backside was resting on my stomach and thighs. With a groan, she began to move up and down, very slowly, as the pain seemed to be almost more than she could bear. I reached down to play with her, hoping that some digital stimulation might ease her ordeal, and as my fingers found her pussy she moaned with relief. Soon, she was bouncing with abandon on my pecker and howling like a banshee, the most primitive, guttural sounds of pain and pleasure resonating from her throat. Her hair whipped to and fro, her breasts flopped up and down, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. As she bucked and thrashed about on my prick, I could feel one last orgasm building inside my balls. Reveling in the glorious sensation of having my rampant cock buried balls deep in her virgin asshole, I held off on cumming for as long as I could. But at last I could restrain myself no longer, and with a shriek I let go. As I did, she collapsed on my chest with a mighty sigh.

Nine holes of golf had left both of us completely spent. For the longest time, we were quite content to do nothing but lay naked in each other's arms, our sweaty bodies caressed by the warm night air. When at last we were able to stand, my limp and aching dick freed itself from the condom and dribbled a solitary drop of cum into the cup. My anus itched and burned, and my mouth tasted like used cunt and ass. My wife, her legs so bowed and wobbly that she couldn't stand up straight, staggered about as if drunk, an idiot's grin plastered across her face. Somehow, we managed to get dressed, and then we were off for home.



Nine Inch Nailed



I was lost in a euphoric daze, and still singing "Mr. Self Destruct" as I walked to my car, parked in a remote part of the amphitheater parking lot. My friend Lindsey suddenly poked me. 

"Do you see that?" she whispered excitedly.

"No..." I whispered back, completely oblivious to the lean shadow perched atop our black Cherokee.

Then I saw him...the man I have waited for 7 years to meet, the man I comb through rock magazines for...

THE MAN I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT COUNTLESS :LONELY NIGHTS, while I rubbed my clit and pulled on my nipples...

It was TRENT REZNOR, the most beautiful, dark, intense, and ingenious man I have ever come across. He smiled disarmingly as we drew near, and seemed to fully realize the strangeness of the situation as he saw the bewildered looks spread across mine and Lindsey's faces.

"Beautiful girls...I am so very lonely tonight...and I was wondering, hoping, that you would take me with you wherever you are going " He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. I was a little startled, but also completely starstruck. This man had just played to an audience of 20,000 screaming, adoring fans, all of whom would kill (no exaggerations here!) to be in my shoes.

"Treeeennnt..uuuuuuh...it's so great to meet you...ummmmmmmm...Nine Inch Nails has been my favorite band for as long as I can remember" ...yes, now I was stumbling over my words and feeling ridiculous...

"Don't be so nervous my little star...just take me with you" He breathed sweetly into my ear.

Without any more hesitation, Lindsey started the car, and Trent and I jumped in. "We are just going back to the hotel, if you are sure you want to come..." I asked, marveling at his distinctive nose, his pale skin, his piercing eyes and his beautiful black hair. "I am going wherever you two are going, I just want to be around someone real and not feel so alone..."

When we reached the hotel room, Trent strolled directly over to the bed. He sat down, then looked sensually up at me. Lindsey sat down directly beside him, but his eyes were locked with mine. Sensing that this was MY night, she gave me a knowing look, and walked quietly out of the room. Trent gazed at me... "What is your name, my little midnight fairy?" 

I barely found the strength to say "Julie" before he pulled me onto his lap, and then laid me gently down on the comforter. 

He began to slowly remove my tight black shirt and made his way to my soft, white, round breasts. My light pink nipples hardened with the combination of the cool air and his lustful gaze. Within a moment, one hand was forcefully massaging one full breast, while his lips sucked almost a little too hard on the nipple. His other hand was traveling down, down ,down, past my stomach, to my jeans, which he quickly unzipped and began to pull down. I began to almost panic, but then I felt his smooth fingers begin to rub my hardening clit, all through my red silk panties. I squirmed out of them, and pushed his hand up harder against my already hot, wet, pussy. I was filled with an uncontrollable passion, as I humped Trent's hand... "Mmmmmmmmm...yeah...oh yes...mmmmm hhhhmmmmm"

He kissed me deeply, then returned to alternately sucking on and lightly biting my little nipples. The combination of his bite and his fingers exploring my pussy made me sure I was about to cum. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes... Oh Trent Fuck me... oh yeah... yeah...fuck yes...OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH..."

I ground his hand into my box and convulsed, body on fire, wildly on the bed. As I lay there shaking from the impact, Trent looked at me dirtily and stripped off his black t-shirt. I latched hungrily onto one of his tight nipples. Giving a little bite, I continued to lick the length of his chest with my warm wet tongue. By the time I reached the base of his abs, I was dangerously close to the raging hard-on underneath his black pants. He bucked his hips and rubbed his crotch roughly against my face.

"It's time you return the favor, Julie."

I quickly unzipped his tight pants and as I pulled them down, his dick sprang immediately out of it's confines. I gasped, because contrary to the popular rumors, Trent was EXTREMELY well endowed, a very long and moderately thick 9 inches! He looked down at me, and as he did, his face took on a dominating hardness, like that of a drill sergeant.

"Guess now you know why the band's name is NINE INCH NAILS, don't you, you little dirty bitch. You're going to suck it now, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?!?"

I was eager to get all the length possible into my hot, hungry mouth, and I was about to get down on my knees, when Trent once again threw me back onto my back on the bed. He climbed onto the bed, layed down, and almost viciously pulled me, upside down, on top of him. 

"mmmmmm yesss...this is what you've wanted the whole time, isn't it Sweet Julie! Isn't it my precious WHORE??!?"

He pulled my pussy directly over his face, and spread the lips harshly out. I began to lick and suck the tip of his beautiful rod, and was slowly moving my way down the amazing 9 inches. I felt absolutely in sync with my idol of 7 years, as he ate my aching pussy, and I sucked enthusiastically on his beautiful cock. I nearly choked twice from is phenomenal length, but each time that steel head pressed against the back of my warm, soft, mouth, it felt sadistically good. I began now to ride down on his face, hoping he could somehow suck harder on my clit, or stuff his tongue farther into my wet pussy. 

"Oh yesssss you are so gooodddd...mmmmmmmm..."

I suddenly came, unexpectedly, all over Trent's face. I rubbed my pussy furiously into his face, letting his bridge of his nose rub erotically against my clit. Trent was close to cumming, himself, and, in one fluid movement, I managed to sit up, grab and press my tits together, and aim his cumming cock directly at the two large breasts. He muffled a yell as he came, all over them... his steaming cum dripping off of the tips of my pink nipples. I pulled one of the nipples to my own mouth, and began to suck his cum off of it. "Mmmmmmm...you taste wonderful..."

After that, I relaxed just a little, sure that he was spent, but secretly wanting more of that huge cock, and his "dirty" treatment. I had laid down to rest a little on the bed, when Trent pulled my roughly off, and almost threw me to the floor.

"Alright, little whore, now its time to show you just how bad you are...I wanna fuck you like an animal, baby" His dick was already hard as a rock again, and standing the full 9 inches away from his groin. He bent me over..."Yeah, that's right, my little rag doll. That's what you are...yes I want to hanging limp like a little doll, hair in your face..yes that's what I want from you, Julie." He started to rub his cock up and down the length of my crack, and even a little on my lower back. 

Then suddenly, without warning, he jammed that gigantic cock in my pussy, thrusting harshly from behind. I shrieked, but was also completely turned on. "Yesssss! Yesss! Harder now pleeeeeease!" He pounded me again, and again, and I began to thrust my body backwards to meet his cock with even more force. " Do you like that, you little slut?. You just submit to me. Bow down before the one you serve!" 

He slapped my ass, HARD. This felt so good, I almost came. We were both dripping with sweat, and our bodies met again, and again, until finally Trent exploded with hot cum, deep inside my pussy. "ahhhhhgggghh...yes...fuck yes, little bitch..ahhghhhh" His strangled cries were interrupted only by my own moaning, as I came hard and fast around all 9 inches of him. As both orgasms subsided, Trent abruptly stood up, and began to put his pants back on. 

"Where are you going now...I thought you were lonely? Don't you want to stay here, with me?"

He smiled, sweetly, but there was a dark twist to it. " I am always lonely... I will never belong. Love is something I can never have. But tonight, with you, I felt something, and feeling is a rare pleasure in an existence such as mine. Goodnight, sweet Julie-girl" And with that, Trent Reznor walked out of the door, and into the night...the only place he truly belongs.



Nine Inches of Trouble in Lake City



Note: Based on an actual experience, but somewhat embellished by author.

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It was dark in the theater, and as I watched the sexy action on the screen, my 18-year-old, country-raised dick got hard as a rock. I was sitting, as alone as I could get, in an XXX-rated theater in the mysterious big city - in town for a day while my parents thought I had driven to the beach. Rubbing my eager five inches of cock was unsatisfying, so after a bit I cautiously eased it out and began a more serious attempt at self-gratification. Keeping time with the raw action being flashed in front of me, I quickly became oblivious to the world around me.

After a few minutes, I was ready to explode, and had a large handkerchief ready to mop up the cum. Just before the big event, I felt a tap on my shoulder and a deep voice behind me said, "Boy, it looks like you got mo than you're share of cock. How bout I help you with that?"

"Nnnooo thanks," I stammered, and quickly stuffed my proud five inches of hard dick back in my pants. It wasn't happy, but I felt safer. I turned my head enough to check out the intruder - an old (to me) black man, probably 50ish, and a bit bedraggled. He had a big grin, and repeated his offer to "help" me get release. I was a bit scared, and at the first break in the on-screen action, I headed for the aisle and left the theater.

Moving along in the late morning sunlight on the crowded sidewalk, I felt like a king again. In this part of town the streets were lined with adult book stores, bars and lots of people. I moved slowly along, taking in the sights, and still very horny. Then, I heard that deep voice again. "Boy, you got a nice ass. Look like a perfect bubble. I love to eat that ass."

"No thanks," I replied, after a brief hesitation. "I'm strictly into girls!" (I had gotten laid for the first time just a few months before and my girlfriend, Donna, was allowing me to have some tentative sex once a week.)

But the voice persisted. "Boy, I could suck your little white cock better than any white girl. Do she put her tongue up your ass and eat you good?" I had to admit that she didn't. I should have just cut off the conversation and kept moving, but my inexperience and overconfidence keep me from bolting, and this experienced troller kept dangling the bait. "Come home with me, boy, and we have a party. Got a young girl in my building who join in, time to time. She hot!"

I kept walking, and he kept talking. "Now you come on, Baby Boy, and let me treat you to the best time you eva had. My pad just a few blocks down State, and we take a cab." (His hand pats my well toned bubble butt. A block later, we slid into a cab and headed for the party. It was about a 20-block ride to my new friend's apartment, and during the drive he regaled me with talk about how much he loved to suck young white cock and how stacked and hot his black girl friend was. He told me his name was Eddie and the chick was Lottie, and she had a lot of everything.

Eddie was playing with my leg on the ride, and licking his prominent lips as he continued with the tales about his Lottie. I was getting hot for the chick, based on his description, and I'd never had a real blow job - just the typical high school girl lick and a promise. So even having Eddie work on my cock was sounding interesting.

The cab rolled to a stop in front of an ancient apartment building, and, with a wink to Eddie, the driver collected his fare and pulled away into the nearly empty street. Eddie's apartment was up three long flights of stairs and down a noisy hallway, at the back of the building. Eddie was patting my butt as we entered the room. The place was clean and neat, and tiny. The main living area had a twin size bed in the corner near the door, and a small table with two chairs sat in front of a dingy window across the room. On the left was a small bathroom and in the opposite corner a very basic kitchen.

Eddie went to the fridge came out with two beers which he put on the table. "Hep y'sef, Baby boy, while I go get Lottie. With that he eased his lanky, spare frame out the door. I heard footsteps down the hall. a knock, and muffled conversation. He came back alone, looking sad. "Lottie gone t' the store for her momma, She be back in awhile, and she come down to play with us. Kin you give her a few bucks? Maybe a five-spot?" Sure, I replied, no problem.

While I was finishing my beer, and Eddie worked on his, he pulled a somewhat crumpled joint out of his shirt pocket. "You ever smoked any MJ, boy? This some good stuff goin round the neighborhood. Maybe came from Mexico." He produced a pack of matches and lit the weed, handing it to me. "Take a big drag, hold it in your mouth t' let it mellow, then inhale." I did, as instructed and was rewarded with a mild coughing spasm.

"That good," he said, taking a puff himself before handing it back it me. "Try that agin." It was better the second time...and the third time...and then there was no more joint. I was beginning to get a buzz. It felt good, and I felt good. Strong and confident as only a well conditioned 18-year-old can feel. Eddie got me another beer, and steered me over to the narrow bed. I sat down down, took a drag of the cold brew and relaxed. It was hot in the apartment and Eddie helped me out of my jeans and tee shirt.

Then my boxers hit the floor and Eddie's big black hand covered my package. His long, slim fingers played with my instantly hard dick and he brushed his lips against my cheek and hugged me.

Then he stood up and said he needed to clean up a bit and would be right back - in time for Lottie who should be arriving soon. Eddie disappeared into the little bathroom and after some splashing and clanking noises he came out, wearing nothing but an old, plain tee shirt. Eddie was about 6-2, probably weighed about 165-170 and was very black. His graying hair was short and straight, and he wasn't a bad looking man. But what was most noticeable about him was the giant (to my eyes) blue-black cock that hung down below his shirt. It was gigantic - obviously soft but still at least eight inches and more than twice as thick as my suddenly diminished equipment. Never in six years of high school sports and PE class showering with my white classmates had I seen anything even remotely like that big, blue-black cock.

Eddie grinned at me as I stared, and walked slowly toward me. His cock swayed back and forth as he walked, like a metronome, and I was mesmerized. He stopped right in front of me where I sat on the low bed. The blue-black bludgeon was right in front of me. It was truly beautiful.

Uncircumcised, hooded and ominous. "Touch it," Eddie said. "Take it in your han and hold it, Baby Boy. Don't look like you little dick, does it?" I reached out. Touched it. Held it's warm, throbbing length in my hand.

"Move yo han up and down...slow...Baby Boy. S-l-o-w. Up an down. Thass it. That feel good! You like makin' Eddie feel good, don' yo Baby Boy? You make Eddie feel good and Eddie make you feel good. Make ya feel great!"

I continued to play with the big cock, watching it grow as I slowly worked it up and down with my hand. Feeling it harden and lengthen as I worked it. I glanced up at Eddie. He had a small smile beginning on his face as he watched me get familiar with cock. "What yo think of that ol' cock, Baby Boy? Bet y' wish y' had that instead of yo little one. All th little girls would be bangin' on y' door. The boys would be callin y' Sir and askin' if they could suck it. All th little white boys wan ta suck Eddie's cock, an you wan ta suck it to, don y' Baby Boy? Just taste the end...thass it...slide back th hood an taste the honey."

By now I was licking the exposed end of the big blue-black monster, gathering the drops of precum honey with my tongue, and working slowly up the shaft. Licking the pulsing veins. Feeling the monster come to life. Then Eddie stepped back, away from me, and I moved with him, sliding off the bed and dropping to my knees on the ancient, cool linoleum floor, his cock firmly in my grasp, my tongue and lips still at work making him feel good. So there I knelt, an 18-year-old hero, come in to conquer the city and its women, slobbering on an old black man's big black cock and loving it.

"Lick my balls, Baby Boy, and suck on them. Take one in y' mouth and suck on it. Thass it! Yeah! Lick down to the base, then back up." So my mouth attended to his impressive sack of nuts while my hand continued to stroke his now huge cock. I was determined to please my new friend, make him feel great.

"Now Baby Boy, open that sweet little mouth an I'll slide in Mr. Rufe. He gon love yo tight mouth." Eddie put his big right hand under my jaw and slid his thumb into my already open mouth, prying it open farther, as he prepared me to work on his cock. The foreskin was pushed back, and the dark purple head was sort of pointed - not big and bulbous like some I'd seen in the locker room. I was still working his tool with my hand, so I pulled it down and slid the pointy head into my mouth. It was dripping precum by now and I was getting an appetizer of what would become a full meal. I pulled back, then licked his blue-black beauty from tip to sack - a good nine inches - wetting it down before taking in more of it.

"Y do what I tell ya Baby Boy, and I'll make you a world class cocksucker. Suck it hard. Let's see those cheeks move. An keep those sweet lips tight. Thass my Baby Boy!" I sucked harder, and he pushed deeper.Mr. Rufe's pointed helmet hit my throat and slid in an inch or so before getting stuck and cutting off my air supply. Eddie jammed it harder, and I coughed and gagged. Eddie slapped my face twice, and told me to keep sucking. I redoubled my efforts and after a few minutes he began to pump his hips, driving his big cock into my throat, then back, almost down, then down. I hung on and sucked and licked and finally, he blew his nuts in my throat. I gave Eddie's big black log my full attention, sucking hard and licking. My tongue new every vein and wrinkle in the skin of that great cock.

Eddie worked my mouth like it was a cunt. He had just cum, but he didn't slow down his deep strokes. Holding my head just so, torturing my ears and jamming that monster home. Then he came again. I worked his nutsack with my right hand and put all the pressure on his cock that my lips could manage, stripping out the last of his cum. I kept loving that big black cock well after he had stopped cumming...not wanting to let it out of my hot mouth. My eyes were full of tears and I was gasping for breath when he finally patted me on the head and muttered, "Good Boy. Now it your turn. He helped me up, guided me to his small bed in a corner of the room. The walls at the head and one side of the bed were mirrored, as was the ceiling. "Take off your shirt (all I was wearing) an y' shoes and lay back on the pillows. You in for a treat."

He made a quick trip into the bathroom, coming out with a wet washcloth and a towel. He carefully washed my cock and balls and my asshole, and dried me, slowly and sensuously. He began licking my cock and mouthing my balls while his hands worked on my nipples, alternately tickling and tweaking - sometimes very hard. I quickly got very hot, and my low moans moved him to redouble his efforts. I watched the mirrors, fascinated by the image of his lanky, blue-black body over my stockier, well-built frame. His licked and kissed his way up my body to my tits, and worked them over with his tongue and teeth. I was smoking hot by now, and he knew it as he moved up and kissed me, long and hard. I opened up for his facile tongue as he gradually worked me into a frenzy. His long left arm reached over the bedside, then started caressing my hot bubble ass. I felt a slick finger go up my asshole and it started a fire. His tongue was in my throat, and one finger, then two, deep in my ass. This was nothing like the games I had played with my childhood schoolmates!

After several minutes of no sounds but my moans and gasps, Eddie whispered in my ear, "I gon ta fuck ya Baby. Yo Daddy Eddie go fuck your little white ass like it nevah bin fucked befo." God, no, Eddie, please. You'll tear me apart with that cock. I don't want to be fucked like a girl. I want to go home. But Eddie had me pinned to the mattress and pillow. My legs were raised and spread and he was between them. His fingers left my butt and the pointy head of his blue-black monster pushed in. Maybe an inch. I wriggled and squirmed but couldn't get away and he was quickly three or four inches into me. It hurt like hell, and I was yelling and crying. "Shut up, Baby Boy," Eddie said. He slapped me again, much harder. then again. "Daddy ain dun fucking yo little white ass." And he drove it home hard. Through the pain I felt his balls resting on my ass.

Now I was really pinned. Stuck like a butterfly specimen on his trophy board. Impaled on his big cock, his arms holding me to the bed, and his long, strong wiry body atop mine and between my legs. He rested there for a moment, letting my anus adjust to his girth, before starting a slow, gentle fucking motion. He pinned me at the other end, too, with another deep French kiss that lasted an eternity. By the time the kiss stopped, the pain had also stopped. Eddie was fucking me harder and had started, involuntarily, thrusting back into him. "Thass a good baby," Eddie said as he picked up the pace. "Yo Daddy gon take you places y nevah bin befo. You gon luv it, Baby. Look at your little dick. All five inches standing up like a little clit and ready to shoot. You hot Baby. You lovin it!"

"Look in the mirrors, Baby Boy. See my strong black cock tearin' up yo lil' white ass. Look at ya hips movin.!" I watched the mirrors, fascinated, as my body, almost against my will, was swiveling at the waist, my hips meeting his slamming cock as it raged in my ass. Morre than anything, I wanted to please eddie, to keep him pistoning in my ass forever.

Eddie kept driving that big, hard cock up my tender young ass and against my will, it was feeling great and I was smoking hot. By this time I had my hands on his back, clawing at him and pulling him deeper, and my legs wrapped around his slim hips keeping him in place. "This is how y' gon ta want yo fuckin from now on Baby. Tell Daddy ya want it."

"This is great Daddy, don't ever stop fucking me. I never knew sex could be this hot. Oh God, fuck me..fuck me...fuck me." And I shot my load on my stomach and "Daddy's".

Daddy kept pumping for another five minutes. It was unbelievable the way he could fuck. But as all things must, it finally ended. He pulled out slowly, and his magnificent cock flopped out onto my belly. "Back on y knees, baby. Yo Daddy ready to come and he want t feed you some honey." I slipped off the bed, kneeling on the floor, while he sat on the edge of the bed and gave me his cock. I reverently took it into my mouth and after a few strokes, Eddie went deep and shot another load against the back of my throat. I worked his cock, milking it dry, not minding where it has just been.

Eddie quickly stood up. "Get dressed boy, I got stuff t do tonight an ya got a long drive home. Be here again next Satidy about noon. That was a good workout."

Minutes later I staggered down the hall toward the stairs wondering what had happened. High school sex ed had definitely not prepared me for this role reversal. Who, or what was I now that Eddie had laid me out and fucked me like the virgin I was. A tear came to my eye as I headed down the stairs and, eventually, back home. Confused. Disgusted with myself. Vowing to never let it happen again.



Nine Roses



You have a date and you are excited, this is the perfect man. You met in the produce department at your local grocery store his name is JON. You have heard about such things but it has never happened to you. You will have to quit saying that, because now it has. You gave him your number over a row of Mangos hoping he would call. Your phone was ringing when you walked into the house. The week and a half that followed were like a dream. Your girlfriends are green with envy because he is so good looking. He is just shy of 6 foot, has a strong face, nice smile, and ready laugh. He tells the best jokes and understands when the right joke is appropriate. You know there must be something wrong, and you are hoping you are not so blinded by love that you are missing something obvious.

Well, tonight is the night. The door bell rings, you answer it. He has 9 red roses and you wonder why THIS number.

He catches his breath, as he looks at you in the short black dress you bought this morning, and you smile because you know what you have under the dress if he should try to make his move tonight. You go to the kitchen for a vase for the flowers.

You are ready to go he opens his car door for you. As you slide in, your short skirt gets shorter. He gets a good look at your long tanned silky legs, without pantyhose, and the red ribbon in your black panties. You see his eyes go big, then back to normal. He recovers nicely, but you don't miss the surprise. You smile again as he comes around to get in the driver's seat.

Introduction's with your parents goes well. You're right, they both like Jon. Your parents send you on to dinner all smiles. You are on cloud nine.

The restaurant is packed but your guy has made reservations and you are seated right away. As the waiter takes your drink order, you realize your guy looks like he stepped out of a James Bond movie. You smile again to yourself; he would make a good spy. He orders a martini, just like 007 would do. You order a mint julep. He takes the menu and orders for you both. This surprises you, but you go with it. He seems to have been paying attention during the telephone chats. He orders your favorite dish, smoked duck.

You want to rush through dinner, but you force yourself to take your time. He orders cherries jubilee for dessert. You smile at the innocent thought of cherries. You eat your ice cream and cherries with brandy sauce. Finally it is time to go, he offers to take you dancing. You decide the night is young, and you say yes, but tell him that you don't want to take all night DANCING. He seems to get the hint.

You go to a club that everyone is talking about. The dance floor is so crowded that all you can do is hang on. As you slowly dance he touches you, his arms are around your waist, your arms around his neck. You pull him closer. His hand's drift to your ass, you give him a little moan of encouragement. The place is so crowded that people are pressing against you on all sides. His hand is pressed against your buttocks because of the people behind you. As he tries to pull free you feel your short skirt come up. His other hand touches your bare skin, he can tell you are wearing thong panties. Since you make no objectionable motion he continues to play with your bare ass on the dance floor under the cover of people surrounding you. As you continue to encourage him with small noises he gets bolder. His hands move into the waistband of your panties and he pulls them down, past your thighs. They hit the floor. You start to pick them up, but decide to let the clean up guy get a thrill. Now you are barley covered with your short skirt and dancing so close that you feel his bulge pressing your stomach.

You reach down in front of him and unzip his fly. He jumps a little, but recovers. You have him hanging out of his pants, but up close so no one can see. You curse the 5-inch difference in your height. If you were the same height you could make love right there, and you are ready. You tell him you are ready to leave he clears his throat and agree no words needed.

The valet pulls up the car. As the doorman opens the car door for you, you realize he is about to get the same wide open shot that Jon got earlier tonight, without the cover of black panties. You go the extra mile and give him a real tip, one he will talk about for weeks. Jon smiles; he knows what just happened. You are glad he is amused, and glad he is not mad, that could have ruined what you have in mind for the two of you tonight.

As he parks in front of your house, he reaches over and gives you a soft and loving kiss. He tells you that you are incredible. You wonder why he kissed you so softly and hope he has more passion later. You open your apartment door, and before you can turn he is all over you. You smile and realize your concern for passion was unfounded. Now you appreciate the soft kiss, it was one of love. This is one of lust, as you see the difference you smile again.

You pull away and say "get comfortable I will be right back" He sits on your couch. You head to the kitchen. You grab the roses and you have an idea. You turn down the lights, turn on the c.d. player. Kenny g is blowing his horn. Jon gets up, you tell him to sit back down. It is show time. You place the vase of roses on the coffee table. As the music plays you pull out the first rose and touch the rose bud to your ear, and toss it on his lap. HE stands, and you push him back to his seat. You take the 2nd rose and touch the rose bud to your neck and toss it onto his lap. With the third rose you touch your mouth then into his lap it goes. He stands again, you push him back again, and then you reach back and unzip your dress. It lands on the floor, leaving you only with your bra. You unhook the front clip; it drops to the floor. You take the 4th rose and touch the rose bud to your left breast, then drop it on his lap. The 5th rose touches you're right nipple and that one lands on his lap. The 6th rubs your foot then to his lap, the 7th the inside of your thigh and to his lap. The 8th rose touches the top of your neatly trimmed hairline to his lap. With the 9th rose bud you open your legs and rub it across your love kitten. As the last rose lands in his lap, he stands, ignoring the nine beautiful roses hitting the floor. He kisses your ear, then your neck; next he kisses you on the mouth, with more intensity than you thought possible. He drops to one knee and kisses your left breast, then your right nipple. He kisses the top of your foot, then the inside of your thigh. As he turns you around and pushes you onto the couch he kisses the neatly trimmed hairline. Then he kisses your love kitten and places your legs over his shoulders. You realize that you will never eat a Mango again without thinking of this moment ....



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Nine Roses for Ramona



~ The Southend Apartments, Greenwich Village, NYC, Feb. 14th... ~ 

Amid a crash of thunder from outside the brownstone building, the doors to the foyer opened, allowing the haggard form of Ramona Yarborough to stumble inside. 

Her appearance at that was far from the fashionable, attractive woman she was known to be. Caught in the torrential downpour of rain, the lithe woman was soaked from the top of her head, right down to her stylish pumps: one of which had snapped off its heel when she tromped through a puddle, hiding a storm grate. Her light overcoat had been scant protection against the wet, and her dress suit and blouse underneath were waterlogged through and through. 

"Jesus," she sighed heavily, her pale complexion coloring with a flush of anger, as she shrugged to keep her purse from slipping off one shoulder, while balancing one, equally wet package and a bag of groceries in her other arm. "You'd think the weatherman would be a tad more reliable!" she muttered, limping across the tile floor of the lobby to the elevator. "It's bad enough today was a total bitch to get through at the boutique, too!" She paused to press her elbow on the up-button, while she wiggled her hand into the side pocket of her purse, fishing for her apartment keys. While she struggled to get her keychain out, the doors to the elevator slid open with a soft ping, allowing her only seconds to shuffle inside. 

"God, I hate being wet like this," she said crossly, before she pulled out her keys, only to have the broken end of her shoe tumble out onto the floor in the process. "Ooo, but I just HATE when THAT happens!" She stooped to pick up the offending heel, only to accidentally fling her apartment keys away from her grasp. They clattered on the lobby floor, laying just a yard beyond the elevator entrance. With a growl, she leaned out with her hand outstretched to snag them by the key fob... just as the doors started to shut around her middle. 

"Ah, damnit... wait, one, MINUTE!" she shouted sharply, lunging to hook the keys on one finger. She pulled them into her fist, only just able to pull her body back in before it got pinched between the two heavy doors. 

Inside the elevator cab, she leaned against the wall on one shoulder, breathing deeply as she tried to gather her frazzled nerves together. With a shudder racing along her frame, as a trickle of cold air from the overhead vent on the ceiling above her hitting behind her exposed neck, she said, "On top of this, every one's been bustling about, getting their Valentine's gifts... and they're just happy about it." She shifted her grip on her bag, punching the brass button with her floor number on it. With an upward bump, the cab slowly rose, taking her further away from the wet, dismal world outside. 

"I shouldn't be so... well, down about this," she told herself. "It's bad enough when you have to cater to every moon-eyed fellow and lady, looking for that perfect gift for their significant other... I just wish mine wasn't involved in that World Poker gig right now." Running her free hand through her wet, auburn hair, Ramona sighed gustily. "I guess I shouldn't be mad at him... that's how he makes his living, outside of his work for Mr. Piccoli, that is. I mean, pro gambler or hotel dick... he's not some jobless bum..." 

Frowning softly, Ramona added, "Though, he'd be here if he was jobless. I'd hope..." 

She left that thought to idle for a bit, as the elevator slowly ground to a stop; the floor indicator emitting a ping-ping sound as the doors slid open. Juggling her purse, package and bag, she limped across the threshold into the hallway. "God, will the day ever end... damnit!" she cursed, as her purse slipped off her shoulder once more, followed by the clatter of her keys... 

# # # 

Twisting the doorknob to shut the door behind her, Ramona closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them to take in the in the dim-lit apartment around her. "Swell... Sasha must've left the lights off when she left for [name]," she muttered crossly. Staggering across the floor towards the small kitchen, she kicked her shoes off before she fell over something. Inside, she plopped the armload of her daily belongings on the counter with a grunt. 

"Just as well Sasha's not here," she admitted. "I'd have given her what for, after the day I've had!" Leaning on her arms against the cool countertop, she dropped her head and sighed once more. "Man, I SO need a bath and something to eat!" Reaching up, she turned around and reached for the pull cord for the overhead light... 

*CLICK!* 

Blinking in the sudden illumination, Ramona's amber eyes widened at the sight in front of her: dangling from the light switch cord, tied with a ribbon of silk, was a single yellow rose! 

"What the-?" she gasped, looking around the kitchen out of reflex, but seeing nothing else out of the ordinary. "What's this doing... here?" Her question trailed off as she looked at the rose again, and spied a small, folded card attached to its stem. Her foul mood somewhat forgotten, she seized the card between two fingers and opened it... finding lines of printed, decorative script inside, which read: 

"A joy to have the woman of the house, Home again from her daily labors... I Am a Message, Sent to Bring You to A Happy End. My Eight Fellows await your discovery... 

The Second Is where the Notes of Harmony Rest, To Perform to Your Beck and Call!" 

"Whoa," Ramona breathed, reading the card over again to absorb its meaning. "A Message, it says... eight others await my discovery?" She puzzled for a moment longer, then reached up and untied the rose and card from the pull cord. Forgetting about her packages, even her wet clothes for the moment, she left the kitchen while pondering the riddle in the words. 

"...'where the Notes of Harmony Rest'," she murmured. "Harmony... music?" Reaching for the wall switch, she turned on the living room lights, filling the darkened apartment with more light... 

As the soft glow lit the room up, her eyes slid over the decorative furnishings and furniture that made up her home. She came to rest where the modern stereo setup sat in a bookshelf on one wall. There she spied a flash of color, resting on the top of the tuner! 

"A-hah!" she said, walking across the carpet towards it. There, she found another rose: this one a single, long-stemmed blossom with lavender petals. 

"Well, this is a nice color," she mused, picking it up gingerly. Upon doing so, she spied another small card, tied with a matching ribbon on its stem. "Hm, another one..." She flipped the card over, and read another segment of script: 

"Just Push Play." 

"Just push... play?" Blinking, Ramona glanced at the stereo; down where the CD player sat underneath the tuner. The small digital readout presented her with the blinking letters "PAUSED", while a lighted triangle that indicated the Play button winked in tandem, like a waiting traffic light. 

"Well, why not?" Without further comment, Ramona stabbed one fingernail out, touching the Play button firmly. The lights stopped winking, while the display switched to read "PLAY". At once, the speakers filled with the bluesy, soothing strains of a jazz quartette... one she recognized immediately. 

"Oo... now, that's good," she said, pausing to let the music fill her mind, further banishing the sour thoughts of her day. She chuckled a bit, thinking this was a strange thing to have found in her home, but the little part of her that craved an adventure told her to go with the flow... 

She almost got too into the music, when she turned her head to the small mini-bar over in the corner. There, another splash of color caught her eye, next to a tray that held a neat decanter and tumbler set, a small open ice bucket... 

...and a pale, pink rose, in a crystal flute! 

"Another one," she said, moving away from the stereo to step up to the bar. Putting the yellow and lavender roses down on the counter, she took in the sight of the ensemble seated on the tray. Eyeing the decanter, she recognized the amber liquid inside. "A-ha... rum!" She then noticed a small, portable cooler sitting just behind the bar top, where two small containers sat chilling in a bed of ice, next to a cluster of lime slices. 

Without pause, she looked at the rose, and saw that this one also had a card affixed to its stem. With a chuckle, she plucked the bloom from the flute. "I'm sensing a pattern here." True enough, when she opened the card, more words were written inside: 

"A Recipe for Sweetness: Mix Pineapple & Orange Juice Grenadine and Rum, over ice with a Lime Twist! 

From Three to Four, Who Waits Where Purest Pleasures Are Collected to Ease Your Worries Away..." 

A smile curled around her lips. "Hmm, a bit of sweet stuff and another riddle," she mused. "This is getting interesting, more and more..." Adding the pink rose to the other two, she opened the decanter, letting the heady aroma of spiced, thick rum fill her nose. "Mmm, lovely!" She poured some into the tumbler, adding ice and the rest of the items, using her finger to swirl the contents into her favorite drink. With a giggle, she sucked the remnants off her finger, relishing the tart-sweet taste left on her taste buds. 

"Yum!" She picked up the glass, and the roses, turning away to ponder the new riddle. "Now... where 'Purest Pleasures' are collected," she pondered briefly, before her eyes lit up. "Hey, that should have been a no-brainer!" Stepping quickly across the living room, she left the stereo to play one while she headed towards the back of the apartment. 

Ducking around the corner of the small connecting hallway to face the bathroom door, she grinned at her intuitiveness. "I'm getting good at this," she grinned, shifting the roses to her other hand as she opened the bathroom door slowly. 

Surprisingly, the light was already on inside, though the usual stark, white bulb had been replaced with a soft, pale one that filled the white-tiled space, illuminating the glass doors of her shower and tub with a warm, rich glow. Also, the usual smells of bathroom disinfectant, and vanity soap were replaced with the tantalizing, crisp scent of a light vanilla. 

"Hmm, now what?" Ramona asked herself. She set the roses and the drink on the sink, before placing her hands on her kips as she scanned the room. There, on the closed seat of the toilet, a neatly-folded white bath towel sat... on top of which, was a sealed, glass bottle of an oil-like substance, and a single, white rose with it's own card. 

"Ahhh... now, what's this one going to tell me?" Ramona reached own mad lifted both rose and bottle, giving the latter a cursorily sniff before grinning. "Lemon Grass!" Opening the card, not surprising to her by now, was a small list in fine print: 

"One - Fill bathtub. Two - Mix in Oil of Lemon Grass; make bubbles. Three - Insert one (1) redhead. Four - Let simmer for two hours, and then remove from heat." 

Chuckling, Ramona shook her head. "Oh, such an impeccable gourmet tastes." Replacing the rose, she hefted the glass bottle and stepped over to the wide-sided tub, sliding the shower door open with a single push. A deft twist of the faucets started the water, so she waited for a few moments, before uncorking the bottle to pour its contents into the running stream of hot water. 

"Mmm, I would have done something like this... but, this seems a lot better now," she murmured. As the tub filled with sudsy water, she suddenly got the urge to get out of her damp clothes, right quick! Without decorum, she unbuttoned her dark suit coat and blouse, shimmying out of her dress skirt and panties in one sweep, before bending over to roll down the stockings on her long legs. A flick of the front clasp sent her lace-topped bra to the floor, just as the tub was filled to the proper level. 

"Perfect!" she beamed, turning the water off. Naked, she turned back to retrieve her drink, before stepping over the side, into the aromatic steam issuing from the foam-topped water... 

# 

An hour or so later, Ramona had replaced her nearly empty drink on the shelf-side of the tub, humming contentedly to herself. "Yes," she sighed, feeling warm and relaxed from the still hot water surrounding her body. "Much... better!" 

With a happy shiver, she craned her head up from where it rested against the back of the tub, looking to where a small shelf rested on the back of the shower wall. Someone had left a set of hurricane candles there; lit and slowly burning to fill the space of the bathroom with that light, vanilla scent. 

It was there, she found yet another rose - this one a deeper pink than the one on the mini-bar - affixed with another, tiny-scripted note: 

"This Fifth Rose, To Give Thanks to a Precious Woman, Who Will Find the Sixth, Guarding Your Evening Attire 

Seek it Behind the White Door." 

Ramona held the deep pink petals to her nose, sniffing the light scent with relish. "Mmmm... the Sixth rose, hm? Someone's gone through a lot of trouble to put this together," she said softly. A small smile flickered across her lips, as she rose to sit upright in the suds. "I'd almost want to call this out... but," she mused, another shiver of delight racing along her body. "Why not see what's at the end? After all, I've got four more to find!" 

She turned to retrieve her drink, pushing up to stand in the middle of the tub, the sleek curves of her body covered with wet and trailing bubbles. Stepping out, she placed the glass and the new rose next to the other four, before snagging the bath towel to dry herself. Rubbing the cotton terry-cloth over her skin, she was soon glowing with a shade of freshly-washed pink, all over every inch of her skin. 

As she rubbed her short, auburn locks dry, she pondered aloud, "Now, the sixth one... behind the 'white door' it said." She pulled the towel away, glancing at the still-open door of the bathroom. "Oh, brother! Considering it's the only white door in the whole place-!" She cut herself off, reaching out to pull the door shut... 

"Oh... my!" she gasped. Hanging from the hook mounted on the top of the door -where her bathrobe usually was - was a wire clothes hanger. On which, a set of lingerie, made of sheer, pale coral silk and lace waited. She could see that it was something very chic... very sensual, from the cut of the silken panels... as well, it was something obviously meant to be seen, as well as worn! 

Almost an afterthought, twined around the neck of the hanger was a coral-colored rose. 

Lifting it from the hook, Ramona twirled it around, locating a matching set of panties and what appeared to be stockings, clipped to the back of the hanger. "Good Lord! Now... this is... ohm God!" She grinned wickedly to herself. "If this is what I think it's for..." Without another word, she dropped her damp towel and replaced the hanger on the hook, before removing the wisps of sheer white to begin putting them on. 

In minutes, Ramona finished dressing in the outfit, rolling up the thigh-high stockings into place on her legs. Rising to her full height, she admired the intricate lace patter on the stocking tops briefly, before turning to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. The entire ensemble consisted of the stockings, along with a pair of low-cut panties, which fitted her to a T, over which a pair of sheer panels of cloth formed a flirty mini-skirt, trimmed with matching accents of the same lace on the stockings. The top had been somewhat of a surprise, consisting of a long swath of the same coral cloth, which she soon discovered which was meant to wind around her breasts and chest like a modified halter, the ends of which tied around her neck with slim, silk ribbons. Accented with more lace, the top did little to hide her charms; by now, her nipples were hard not to miss, peeking through the fabric like beacons. 

Turning this way and that, Ramona admired the outfit. "Mmm, now this is a nice little nightie," she smiled, her amber eyes half-closed with pleasure. This was something meant for pleasure, all right... and she was certain at this point who was behind this little treasure hunt. 

That reminded her of the sixth rose, which she'd left on the hanger during all of her time getting dressed up! Turning, she gently unwound the rose... sure enough, another card was attached! 

"Seven Guards Thy Boudoir Door, Enter There, For What It In Store!" 

Ramona chuckled low, turning quickly to scoop the other roses up to join this one. "I think I've got a clue as to what's in store for me," she said knowingly. Pulling the bathroom door open, she stepped out into the hallway and turned towards the front of the apartment... 

The strains of more smoky jazz continued to play from the stereo in the living room... but, the surprising thing was the lights were all dimmed; revealing the late hour outside from the added glow of the streetlights, filtering in through the nearly-closed blinds. 

"Hmm, someone's been... busy, while I was in the bath," she murmured. Turning back down the hallway, she nearly floated down the last few steps that led her - past Sasha's room - to the doorway of her own room. 

Another rose and card hung jauntily from the doorknob, this one a striking combination of yellow petals tipped with a touch of deep red. Looking closer, Ramona could see the stem was totally bare of thorns. 

"Hmm, some guardian! This wouldn't even hurt a fly," she grinned. Lifting it away from the door, she turned both flower and card over to read what was written there: 

"As I Fell in Lowe, So May You Do As Well... With What Awaits Within..." 

"Aw, how sweet," she sighed, lifting the rose to place a light kiss on its petals. With that done, she added it to the others in her hand, and then she reached out and opened the door slowly... 

Peering inside, the first thing Ramona noticed was the warm light glowing from dozens of candles, filling nearly every corner of the room. This highlighted the changes that struck her nearly speechless with awe... gone was the usual day-to-day clutter of clothes, shoes and personal items. The room had been swept tidy, and even the furniture was clean and gleaming with polish. 

Leaving the door to swing wide open, Ramona gazed with wonder at it all... for, the icing on this cake was the state of her queen-sized bed; made up with dark, cotton sheets and a satin comforter. Over this, a decorative canopy of gossamer, black fabric hung from a thin, wooden framework, meant to suggest the appearance of a four-poster bed frame. A pile of plush pillows finished the overall effect. 

Stepping inside the room, Ramona walked with barely-conscious thought towards the bed. Her eyes had fallen on a single spot of color, lying like a jewel in the center of the bed. Getting closer, she leaned over to reach out, her hand closing over the stem of single, bright red rose. 

"I... should have guessed this," she whispered, not sure why she was trying to be not so loud. Searching, the rose revealed no card... which puzzled Ramona. This had to be the eighth rose, right? she thought to herself. So, where was the clue to lead her to the ninth? 

She was about to start searching for it, when a low, warm voice said, "Turn around, Doll..." 

The breath she'd been about to take stalled in her throat, colliding with her heart as she nearly jumped ten feet in surprise! In truth, she shouldn't have been... but, the tone in that voice - that oh-so familiar voice! - was like hot jazz, laced with spice that was meant to burn so good as it trickled down your spine! 

Pivoting on her heel, Ramona turned slowly around... her eyes closing briefly, as if to prepare her for either a further surprise, or just anticipating the sight of the speaker. When she stopped, she opened her eyes... and nearly lost her breath again! 

"Hiya," John Walker smiled, his dark eyes flashing with indigo fire as he greeted her. 




Nine Roses for Ramona



"John!" Ramona gasped, her eyes sailing up and down as she took in the sight of him. His tall, pale, yet fit body was dressed in black silk pajama bottoms, leaving his torso bare to the waist. His hair was left to its usual, mused-up ways, as he stood there on bare feet. He looked dark yet sexy at the same time. 

"I see you found the roses I left out for you," John said with a soft grin, his long teeth showing between his lips. He crossed his arms with a satisfied air. "Did you like this little...diversion?" 

At that, Ramona let the roses in her hands slip and fall to the floor. "Ooo, you could say that... you damned, fanged goober!" With that, Ramona flung herself across the room, laughing as John caught her easily in his embrace. Whipping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down for a kiss that was nearly too hot for him to handle. So engaged, she pressed her silk clad body to his, holding him closer while they lingered with their oral duel of lips and tongues. 

Breaking off, John breathed in needed air, grinning. "I'll take that as a 'yes'?" 

Ramona wrinkled her nose at him affectionately. "Oh, heck yeah!" She pulled one hand around to cup his cheek. "You... you... how did you know-? I mean, I though you where all tied up in Tahoe?" 

John shrugged his shoulders, caressing her back with one hand. "Well, the tournament was fun, but yesterday I remembered today was Valentines... and, well, I got this little idea nipping at my brain," he explained. "So, I caught a fast red-eye back, with a few pulled strings from your boss lady at Bondage Babes-." 

"OH!" Ramona exclaimed. "That's where this is from," she indicated all of the trappings around them, and their outfits. "You mean... you planned this whole thing on the spur of the moment?" 

"More or less," John said, his voice dropping into a low, deep tone that seemed to vibrate against her eardrums. "Because, I figured you'd be missing me... just as much as I was missing you." 

Ramona just melted against him. "You, mister, are SO right about that!" Without another word, she lifted up on her toes to mash a hot kiss across his lips. When he tightened his arms around her, she felt her heart quicken with anticipation.... the build up to this had been good, but in the back of her mind, she felt things were about to get hotter. 

John lifted her off her feet, walking forward a few steps so that they were standing at the foot of her bed. With a smirk, he slowly turned her around so that her back was pressed against his chest, his hands cupping her shoulders with his long fingers flexing over her warm skin. 

Ramona leaned into him, sighing softly as she tipped her head back to look up at her lover. It was then she noticed his eyes were fixed on something... something in front of them? Curious, she glanced away from him, realizing what had gotten John's attention had been the sight of their reflection, framed in the long, wooden oval of her dressing mirror. 

"Ooo," she breathed, taking in the sight of her dark-clad man, standing behind her in her sheer, coral ensemble. As she watched, John let his hands lower from her shoulders to brush them softly over her body. Curling one hand over her breast, he left the other to drift down her tummy - with a pause to tweak the gold ring at her navel - before smoothing his palm over her hips in a loving caress. 

"You like what I'm seeing?" John whispered in a voice made thick with desire. 

Tiling her head to the side, Ramona purred, her alto rich like fine whiskey, "Mmm, very much, yes... we paint a fine picture, Bud." 

John's laugh rumbled at her back, vibrating through their contact, increasing the heat arcing between them. Massaging the breast in his grasp, John plucked at the covered nipple, feeling it hard as a cherry pit. "A fine picture... but, I know something else we can make together," he said with a knowing lift of one eyebrow. 

"Oh?" Ramona asked, her breath deepening as his touch made her grow more and more aroused. 

"Some beautiful music, of our own," John replied. With that, he leaned down to peck three quick kisses down her neck. "C'mere," he prompted, moving to grip her by the waist before turning them to face her big bed. From there, he turned her face back so he could lay claim to her lips with a light, teasing kiss before he asked, "Want to know something?" When she stared at him, barely nodding in reply, his face formed a cunning mask of male passion. "I think... you're a bit over dressed." With that, he reached for the tie that held the light miniskirt in place on her hips, loosening it so the wisp of coral fluttered down around Ramona's ankles. As it fell, he dipped his head behind hers, seizing the silk ties of her halter top in his teeth, tugging them free with one, slow pull. 

"Oh, my," Ramona gasped, even though a wicked little smile curved around her own lips. At the start of their relationship, John had been the passive one. Now he was the aggressor, taking charge of this evening of passion-play. She felt fire race through her cheeks as he lifted her top away, dropping it to the floor next to them. She then felt him kneel behind her, rubbing his cheek down her soft back while tickling her slightly with his hot, heavy breaths. Not long after, a tug from the left, then right, and her panties slipped down her hips to her knees. With a gentle prod, John made her open her legs slightly, letting the garment fall the rest of the way to the floor, before he guide her to step free from them. 

"Sweet mercy," John sighed, the rapture in his voice making Ramona glance over her shoulder with a curious smile. He was resting back on his heels, his dark eyes gazing at her nearly-nude form with open admiration. She chuckled softly, catching a glimpse of her backside in the wooden mirror behind them; showing off a scrumptious view of her back, buttocks and thigh-high clad legs. 

"Like the view?" she asked, loving the kick she got from his heated gaze. 

"Doll," John admitted, breathing deep through his nose, "Betty Grable ain't got nothing on you!" 

Ramona beamed down at him, moving her hands to her hips as she struck the famous pin-up's signature pose. "Flatterer... you'd say anything, to turn a girl's head!" She started to turn, when John's hand shot up to land on her left cheek with a playful smack. "Ow!" 

"You love it when I get this way," John growled, rising from the floor to close his arms around her body. "Admit it, Ramona," he rumblepurred her name, nuzzling into her titan locks, just behind her right ear. "My way with words drives you nuts..." 

Shivering from the contact of air against the shell of her ear, Ramona closed her eyes, trapping his arms with her own to hold him there. "Mmmmm, damnit... you know what that does to me, Bud!" she said breathlessly. 

"I'm just gettin' warmed up," John promised. Urging her forward, he walked with her so they were forced against the foot of the bed. He then guided her so she crawled onto the bed, her knees sinking into the cushiony comforter. "Move up further... I have a little surprise for you." 

"I like surprises," Ramona moaned, letting herself be placed near the middle of her queen-sized mattress. Slipping up behind her, John continued to fondle her lovingly, while leaving more blazing, pecking kisses on her neck and ears. Driven to distraction, she let his roaming hands turn her to warm, shivering putty, unaware of the wicked glint in his eye as he reached towards one side of the hanging brocade overhead. In a twinkling, he slipped a long length of soft, dark suede from where it lay hidden, letting it drop to the surface of the bed. 

"Ready for your first surprise?" he asked, his voice dark and filled with lurking fire. 

"Mm-hmmm," Ramona hummed, craning her neck, seeking more of his kisses. 

With that, John wrapped his fingers around her wrist, guiding her arm up and away from her body. With a few nibbles along that arm, he wrapped a part of the suede around her arm, twisting it down until it formed a loose wrap along her forearm. 

Realizing something was happening, Ramona glanced over as John finished securing her arm. "Hey..." 

He turned towards her, giving her a wink. "Shh, Doll... this is meant for your enjoyment. And mine," he chuckled. 

Giving the leather wrap a tug, Ramona arched one eyebrow. "You're not going to do a high-wire act with more of these?" 

Shaking his head, John reached to the other side, revealing a second length of leather. "Not tonight, Doll. This is just for effect." He added with a kiss on her cheek, "They're bolted to the ceiling... don't want the curtain coming down too soon, hm?" 

Ramona rolled her eyes. "You fanged... hmmmm!" Her reply was drowned in a sweeping kiss that robbed her of any further protest. 

John slipped away, backing off the bed with a trailing caress down her back as he stood up. With a wry chuckle, he crossed both arms over his bare chest as he admired his handiwork. "Now... talk about a beautiful picture," he murmured. At his words, Ramona turned to look back over one slim shoulder; her body's cream complexion now flushed with a dusting of passionate peach. Kneeling on the black satin in her coral stockings, she was a delicious sight to behold. Shifting so her buttocks rested on her heels, Ramona posed sultrily, moving to grip the strips of leather affixed to the ceiling as she blew her lover a silent kiss. 

John's face flowed into a wicked parody of a leer, taking one finger to twirl next to his face, as if twisting an imaginary mustache. "I have you now... in MY power!" he said huskily, trailing off into a mock-sinister laugh. 

A shudder raced along Ramona's body. "Oooo... what are you going to do to me, you cad?" 

John seemed to think about it for a moment, before he stalked smoothly around her bed. "Corny dialog aside," he mused, "I think we can start with a little appetizer... before the main course." Slipping to sit in front of her, he reached over to where a cluster of lighted candles on the bedside table sat, framing an object shielded by a small, decorative folding screen. Gripping the center of the screen, John asked leadingly, "Ready for the next surprise?" 

Ramona nodded, waiting breathlessly for what was in store for her now. 

Lifting the screen away, John revealed a small metal pot, sitting on a glowing, ceramic brazier. At once, a sweet, toothsome aroma filled the air under the canopy, filling her nose and tickling the back of her palate. Next to this, a long handled brush and a small pile of cloth napkins sat. 

Leaning over the tiny cauldron, John sniffed with an appreciative smile. "Mmm, I don't know about you, but this is going to be a sweet treat I'm going to relish, Doll," he whispered. Under her anticipating stare, he seized the brush and dipped it into the pot, stirring it briefly before lifting it. A thick, creamy dark substance drizzled from the bristles. 

Licking her lips, Ramona's eyes widened in pleasure. "You devil!" 

John arched his eyebrows at her, lifting the brush and one of the napkins away, using the cloth as a shield as he moved towards her bound form. With a deft touch, he pressed the tip to the upper part of her left breast, and stroked it across her skin. There was a warm sensation - just shy of being too hot - that caused Ramona to hiss with shock. Moving with slow ease, John painted the slope of her breast with the heated chocolate, circling her distended pap with the rich substance before playfully dotting her nipple. 

"Oooh," she sighed, trying not to wriggle too much to cause the chocolate to splatter. The heat sent a new wave of pleasure racing down her spine, where it settled in her crotch. Painting, she murmured, "That feels... mmmm!" 

Wrinkling his nose playfully, John said nothing as he turned to dip the brush again. With several trips back and forth, he painted a trail of sweet confection up her breast, ending with a last swipe up the side of her neck - with her head turned right, for maximum effect - before he set the brush down. 

"And, now..." John shifted to sit closer, grinning hotly at her as he eyed his masterpiece. "Time for that appetizer." Leaning close, he let his eyes drift half-closed, as he parted his lips to let his tongue slip towards the tip of her candy-coated nipple. Lightly touching, he licked around the hard nub, dragging over the chocolate. The textured surface lifted the candy shell away, trailing over the heated flesh underneath. 

Ramona hissed from the contact, her sex clenching in response to this oral assault. 

John made short work of her nipple, circling it and stripping it bare of the cocoa-flavored coating. Lifting back, he smacked his lips with relish. "Mmmm, a chocolate kiss I could eat all night!" he said huskily; showing he too was affected by this little game. 

Vibrating with subtle quivers, Ramona panted, "Care to have another... bite?" 

John just opened his mouth and covered the nipple and the surrounding areole, his tongue and teeth working together to strip more of the confectionary coating from her flesh. Working with a steady, yet languid pace, he ate away all of the chocolate on her chest. At the same time, one of his hands caressed the rest of her body; fondling lovingly yet firmly, finding all of the areas that sent the lust in her blood soaring to a new level with every passing moment. 

Eventually, he followed the trail up over her shoulder, nibbling towards her neck. With her head turned, Ramona couldn't see the hungry look on his face, nor the intense, deep-blue glow that filled his eyes. She could feel the heat of each breath that flowed over her saliva-wet skin, and sense the fiery passion radiating from his body, leaning in so very close to her own. Closing her eyes, she moaned in her throat, biting her lip as the touch of his lips to the hollow of the side of her elegant neck sent a bolt of lightning sizzling down her spine. 

"Mmmm," John murmured, lapping at the sweet layer protecting the soft skin at the side of her throat. "Delicious..." His hand had drifted down her bare tummy, slipping between her now spread thighs to cup her womanhood. 

A sharp intake of breath preceded the throaty sigh that bubbled out from Ramona's lips; his fingers were becoming wet with her fluids, flowing freely over each flexible digit. 

John pulled back, his gaze dropping to the newly exposed span of flesh, before he smiled at what he was feeling between her legs. "Geez, Doll... you're so... so..." 

Ramona hissed through clenched teeth, "damnit... quit teasing... ooooo!" A sharp squeak cracked her voice, as John had lightly strummed her clit with his middle finger. 

"Easy, Doll," John whispered softly, his mouth moving in close to her neck again. "I just got to have one, more, taste..." As he said this, his long teeth extended out, making the smile on his face look feral and wild. Yet, as he manipulated her cunny with probing, pistoning strokes, John took Ramona's neck with gentle force. Putting one arm around her back for support, he closed his mouth to form a tight seal as he tightened his jaw. 

In that instant, Ramona's lungs filled with a violent breath; borne from the double-shock of four, nipping pinpricks of pain at her neck, and the sudden blossom of orgasm at her sex as John's fingers set her off. Her hands fisted around the supporting straps, back arching with the blood-boiling rush of pleasure as her hips rolled to get the maximum effect. A moment later, a shriek burst from her lips, followed by several mini-shocks as her climax barreled on through her very being. 

Eventually, John let go of her neck... his bite wasn't that deep to hit the rich vein underneath, but the sensation of his bite had the desired effect he'd come to know would happen. A quick look down revealed four tiny, red holes low on her neck... easy to cover up, and certainly not deep enough to worry about. In time they'd heal to nothing. 

Shuddering, Ramona groaned as the last tiny sensations drifted through her spent body. "Ohhh, John!" 

"You are most welcome," he murmured with a loving purr, leaning down again to lick the small trace of blood left behind on her skin. 

Getting her voice under more control, Ramona stated with a fragile smile, "You really are a pain in the neck, sometimes." 

John caressed her back and nodded. "Yeah, it happens when your boyfriend is a vampire." 

Turning to face him, she gazed down with eyes that still blazed with amber fire. "I wouldn't have you any other way, lover!" She dropped her gaze to his body, seeing his chest rising with every deep inhale. "Though, I don't suspect... you're quite finished, with me?" As the last word dripped like melting honey from her lips, her eyes came to rest on the hard bulge in his pajama pants. 

John shook his head sexily. "Oh, heck no..." he agreed. Without pause, he shifted his lower body away, taking a few seconds to reach down and strip the silk garment off of himself. Now naked as she was, John leaned back with a new-born leer, letting her see the full, hard cock thrusting out from his loins. 

Ramona's eyes were drifting smoke trails as she looked back up into his. "My, my, my.... what are you going to do with that, Mr. Walker?" she teased with a hot, growling alto. 

Bending his knees, John shifted to face her, before sliding his feet between her spread, silky thighs. So prompted, Ramona lifted up to allow his legs to follow, flowing underneath her body as he scooted closer. When he was seated under her, with their groins about to touch, John rumbled, "I'm going to give you the most loving fuck of your life, Doll." 

"Oh, yes..." Ramona gripped the straps, pulling herself up higher on her knees, until she left the mushroom tip of his hard cock slip against her wet femininity. John braced her with one hand on her hip, as he let their genitals drift around each other, sharing her inner essence with his slick lubricant. Finally, John socketed the fat head between her cunny lips, groaning softly from the wet contact of skin on skin. 

"Oooo, John! Please... don't wait... any more!" Ramona mewled, with each heavy breath, her passion climbing upwards to a new level as their bodies started to merge. 

John grunted, "Get ready... yeah!" His cock slid thickly inside her, every firm inch spread against her insides, filling them like they had been made for a perfect fit. Groaning, he pulled her down with both hands on her waist, until the entire length was firmly seated within her sex. Pausing, John let the sensations of her hot interior wash over him; her muscles clenching in succeeding waves of rippling contractions. The sparks racing through their joined sexes fed both of their passions, giving John and Ramona a rush that literally took their breath, threatening to take it away for good. 

Shifting from side to side a little, Ramona dropped her head down on her chest, peering at her lover with a hot, loving look. "God, I've missed this... I've missed you!" 

John rubbed her hips and sides, his hands nearly burning from the heat coming from off her skin. "I've always loved having you like this," he murmured, his own eyes like blue-black thunderclouds. Leaning back to lay flat on the satin comforter, John arched one eyebrow. "Well, Doll... are you gonna stay tied up, up there... or shall we finish this love-fuck?" 

Ramona shivered, before grinning at him, unwinding her arms from the leather straps. "Oh, shut op and love me, Bud!" she growled playfully, tipping over his body to tumble into his open embrace. 

John laughed softly, his voice melting into a rumbling purr of his own, as he flipped them over, covering her slim, creamy form with his body. "God, I love you this way, Ramona..." 

Together, they made love that would curl their toes, enjoying each other to the fullest, before the winds of lust and love sent them soaring over the Summit Noble; crashing through a spectacular double-orgasm that consumed them, body, mind, and soul... 




Nine Roses for Ramona



# # # 

It could have lasted minutes, or a hundred-thousand years... but to Ramona, it had been the best post-coital nap she'd ever recalled. 

Opening her eyes, Ramona glanced around without moving at first. The room was dim - most of the candles had burned out long since - and the music from the living room stereo had fallen silent hours ago, leaving the apartment comfortably quiet. 

Humming contentedly into the pillow she and John were sharing, Ramona snuggled deeper under the covers, feeling her lover's body against her back, his arms draped loosely around her. Taking one, stocking clad foot, she rubbed it along his top leg slowly, feeling the soft nylon create a sinuous whisper of sound under the comforter. The air smelled like a well-used bed - which it was, truthfully! - mixed with the aftertaste of chocolate, John's Old Spice-style scent and her light cinnamon smell. 

As she continued to veg-out on the sensations still drifting through her body, there was a shift in John's breathing... just before his arms slowly tightened gently around her waist. "...mmmnph!' he mumbled, his face buried in her auburn curls. 

"'Lo there, Bud," she greeted drowsily, dropping one hand to stroke his forearm lovingly. 

"M-lo, yourself," he replied groggily, sighing deep into her hair. 

"I still don't believe what you did tonight," Ramona admitted, coming more awake as they cuddled together. "I do like the end result, though!" Shimmying her hips a little, she could still feel the mixed results of their lovemaking squish delightfully between her thighs. 

John just chuckled. "You're not the only one with the market cornered on spur-of-the-moment schemes, Doll," he said fondly. 

With a silent chuckle of her own, Ramona gave his arm a pat, just before rolling over to face him. "I can tell you enjoyed pulling off this little idea of yours." she said, caressing his scarred chest with her hand, before dropping it to his spent dick to cup it lovingly. 

Pulling her up into his embrace, John winked at her. "I had a damn good teacher... some little redhead gal with some great ideas of her own." 

"Flatterer," Ramona scolded warmly, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. She would have given him more, but a stray thought wrinkled her brow, making her look pensive. 

"What's that look for?" John asked. 

"I just remembered," Ramona stated, looking over her shoulder in the direction of the floor beside the bed. "Your notes said there were eight others besides that first rose, right?" 

"Yeah." 

"So, where's the ninth one, Bud?" 

With a smile that promised more than just laughter, John lifted himself up on his elbow, reaching over to the bedside table. When he brought his hand back, he held one more rose between his fingers... a white one, its petals tipped with bright red. 

"Oh my..." Ramona breathed softly, eying the beautiful bloom. 

"I figured a card wasn't needed for this one, because I can tell you, face to face, what it means," John said, his voice slow and full of tenderness. "To the Woman that has joined my life with hers... We share a unity of love, that I hope lasts for another lifetime." With that, he dipped his head and placed a lingering smooch on her lips. 

Reaching up, Ramona curled her fingers around John's, taking hold of the rose together, while she sunk her other hand into his brown locks, pulling herself into his kiss. Slowly, they melted back together, extending their arms to hold the rose down by their side as they continued to kiss with emitional passion. 

After another eternity of time, Ramona softly pulled back, her amber eyes glistening like pools of sun struck-honey. "I love you, John Walker," she whispered. 

"Love you, too," John replied, his own eyes ablaze with indigo light. "Happy Valentine's, Doll..." 



Nine Times Out of Ten



tricia lay back on the bed, her Master winding a black leather strip around her ankles, wrapping it around seven times, no more no less. He pulled it taut, the leather biting into her skin; she winced, keeping quiet, her lips pursed. He tied off one end, then told her to lift her legs while He pulled the leather strip. she licked her lips, feeling the muscles in her thighs stretch and begin to burn as He pulled her feet up. He tied the loose end to a recessed eyehook just above her head on the headboard. she slid back to accommodate Him, gritting her teeth as He made sure to give the leather strap one last tug, securing her. He told her to give Him her left wrist, she did, and using another strip of black leather, tied it to the headboard, pulling her arm straight, and she shut her eyes. she was told to give Him the other arm, which He tied to the opposite end, tugging it, tricia moaned, opening one eye to look at Him. He stared back, then tugged again, His eyes daring her to make another sound. she bit her lip and took the discomfort in silence.

tricia took in a deep breath, trying to ignore the heat in her muscles, it was sharp at first, but to her relief, it ebbed to a dull tingle. Master reached under her head, lifting it, and pulling her long brown hair, smoothing it out over the pillow and across her shoulders. He rested a hand on her forehead while looking into her soft brown eyes. her Master smiled, caressing her forehead and stroking her hair. she sighed, wriggling her bottom, smiling back at Him and letting Him see her need. The constriction of her limbs, the creak of the leather and even its smell flushed her with the desire to be taken, used for His pleasure as many times as He needed or wanted. A swell of heat like a tough ball grew in her center, and she gave her hips another shake.

He ran His hand over her buttocks and thighs, moving it up and down , the tips of His fingers brushing over the swollen flesh of her hairless mound, sending sparkles of pleasure through her. she pursed her lips, looking at Him, trying to coax her Master. His hand slid back and forth, over the edges of her heat, down to the cleft of her buttocks, and lingering on her rosy, puckered anus. she moaned, pulling against the leather bindings toward His teasing fingers.

"Shhh, love," He said, hand stroking across her bottom, "make a sound, and you earn ten, each sound, and it's ten more."

tricia nodded, brow furrowing as she bit the inside of her cheek. her Master kept sliding His hand back and forth, across her buttocks and mound, the heel of His hand pressing inward against her sex. she strained against her bonds, feeling the moisture gathering between her bound legs, wetting His hand, and being left in smears over her buttocks. He pulled His hand away, and she breathed in with a mix of relief and frustration. her heart fluttered when He took down His favorite black cane from the shelf, and ran it over the length of her legs. she feared the cane of all His toys, her knees would go weak at the sound of it swishing through the air, and she'd often beg Him not to kiss her with it, once even sobbing at His feet, but never using the safeword. she wondered why it should be so, even now as He stood over her, the word would not leave her lips; it felt stuck inside her.

she clenched her jaws shut, as He played the tip of the cane over the soles of her feet with feathery flicks. she squirmed, lower lip quivering, she felt flushed and shook as the cane ran over her feet. tricia's fingernails bit into the palms of her hands as she fought it, chest heaving as she realized that this was going to hurt. she opened her mouth and let out a gasping laugh, the tickling too much for her, and she wept, laughing with a gusty squeal. Oh no, she thought, struggling to contain it.


her Master smiled, laughing along with her, and ran the cane over her buttocks.

"you know what that means, don't you, beloved?" He asked, tracing the tip of the cane over her swollen labia. she shook again as cold snaked through her body with each touch of the cane on her heat. He pushed her lips open with it, playing with them, and watched tears well in her eyes.

tricia nodded, preparing herself for the hard kiss of the cane. she arched as much as she could against the probing tip of the cane, her Master responded by jabbing at her stiff clit, and she ground her teeth together. Just get it over with, she thought, still gulping down her laughter.

The cane swept up and away from her, and like a flash of lightning whistled down onto her soft skin. It cracked through her body, and she stiffened, hissing. A long stripe of heat seared across her bottom. The cane swung again, the hot pain sheared over and into her, then a third, a fourth, and a fifth. tricia grasped the leather bonds in her hands, twisting them, and swallowing the cries that tried to boil out of her. Master looked her over, the cane sawing over the welts rising on her skin. He struck her bottom again, wrist flicking back and forth, the cane whispering through the air, and she cried. her stomach felt tight, sweat beaded and ran down her forehead, her legs pulled against the bonds, fire lancing over them, and she opened her mouth sucking in air. By the ninth hit, she couldn't keep silent, and cried out, regretting it instantly.

"Oh oh," He said, shaking his head in mock-sadness. The cane cracked against her a tenth time, and the tears poured down her cheeks, blurring His image into a gray smudge. "Ten more, little cunt," He said, reaching over for another of His toys. He set the cane down across her belly, and held up a narrow red leather paddle. It was only as wide as His hand, as long as His forearm, and rectangular. Master gave it a test swing, watching tricia's reactions. she shook her head, and He chuckled.

The paddle smacked against her ass, drowning the burning trails left by the wicked cane in a swell of stinging pain. tricia inhaled, her eyes widening at the clap of leather on flesh, her hips twisting from side to side trying to escape the pain. The paddle smacked her again and again and again. she breathed harder, buttocks feeling as if they'd grown, and twisted the bonds in her hands. Only six, she thought, whimpering from deep in her throat. A fifth smack almost drew out a scream from her, and she let out a long hissing breath as the paddle caressed her a sixth and seventh time. her nipples were hard, pinkish pebbles, tight and sharp on her breasts; she wanted Master to put the paddle down and suck them, suck them while He plunged into her, suck them as His seed shot into her. she wanted to ask Him to do this, but the smack washed the thought from her mind. she had enough presence of mind to keep quiet, then the ninth crossed her rump, the sound impossibly loud in the room, and she yelped.

Oh no, tricia thought, shaking her head. her hair matted to her sweat-covered face, nose running as she moaned, eyes wet with tears; her Master swam in them as He leaned over.

"honey," Master said, making circles on her ass with the paddle, "one more and you'd've been finished," He sighed. "Sometimes I think you do that on purpose."

The paddle came down a tenth time, and tricia tried not to smile.



Nine Times Out of Ten



Nine times out of ten, I'm not thinking about sex. I won't lust after every semi attractive man that walks into view and I don't think naughty little thoughts about bulges in pants and hot, wet kisses. Nine times out of ten I'm firmly rooted in reality. I realize and accept the fact that I'm not perfect and the kind of relationship that finds me is one of give and take. I know that the sudden, hands under hems, steamy love making won't ever happen to me, and that's alright.

Oh, but when that one out of ten time hits, it hits hard. It has to be somewhat similar for all women, but when the right combination of looks, scent, and build walks into view everything around me melts. It's like being reminded that I'm a woman. Like when you're shuffling through a cd and find that perfect song. Everything just clicks, and before I know it I'm batting my eyes and jutting out my breasts like a common whore. It's extremely shameful, but it's pretty much involuntary. 

I guess I've been thinking about it more ever since I caught sight of that devilishly good looking man at the coffee shop. I usually get a massage every other Friday after work and afterwards I need a few moments to gather myself back up, so I walk to the coffee shop next door. He must work or live close, because every other Friday when I'm lounging on one of the sofas, checking my email, he walks in. It's like clockwork and I've grown to love the cocktail of hormones he stirs inside me each week just as much as the massages beforehand.

Now maybe I should clear up some formalities. I'm not a looker. I'm 26, stand 5'6, and have a fuller build. I've met a few guys who really enjoy the 42G's I carry around with me, but most of them see my size 18 ass and run for the hills. I'm not flabby. I keep active and everything is smooth and proportioned as it should be, but sometimes genetics win out. I have wild, dark brown hair that falls around the middle of my back and the eyes to match. My favorite feature, and probably the most sultry of the lot, is my mouth. I have these thick, pale pink lips that tend to read just about as easy as my eyes do, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't ever used them to my advantage. 

All in all though, I'm a pretty tame lady. If you can stand the thicker broads, then I'm yours, but all due respect to the man that prefers a more petite frame. Like I said before, I'm realistic. I don't expect free drinks and copious amounts of men flailing about for my number, but I won't deny enjoying any attention of the sort that I do receive. I relish the feminine feeling that floods over me when I catch a man giving me the once over with a smile. It's intoxicating and I love it. 

The man that I see in the coffee shop every other Friday has been the dreamy, hunk of love meat, kind of guy that I've been fantasizing about all my life. He is the most attractive specimen of man I think I've ever seen. A dusty blonde mess of curls bundled atop at his six foot frame. Light stubble across his jaw coupled with blue eyes that look as though they've broken quite a few hearts. I can't help but think how I would love to be pressed against that broad chest of his and feel the warmth radiating off of him. And just like that, those girly feelings start to surface and I'm soaked with lust. 

I should really stop gawking at him from afar like a pathetic school girl, but he's so amazing. He casually stands there waiting for his coffee and I began to wonder what he smells like. Freshly pressed dress shirt with a matching vest and dress pants. I don't care what anyone else may say, a man in nicely tailored dress clothes is a definite panty melter. Oh, and did I mention the tattoos? Cause yeah, god damn. The man is fine as hell and has this fiendish undertone that makes me so, so thirsty. 

Well, remember when I said my mouth gave way to my emotions? This particular day it got me in a heap of trouble. It was a Friday of course and I had just sat down with a latte, intent on staying there until he came in and I got my bimonthly dose of man candy. He came in moments later, and like the tactless slut I am ten percent of the time, I started to drool. He walked over to the barista who greeted him with a familiar smile, and proceeded to order his drink. I was undressing him with my eyes while he chatted with the barista. I assumed they were flirting with the way she was smiling, but I didn't really care. He was fine and I don't blame her. Unexpectedly, he dropped his keys. Like it was nothing he bent over to retrieve them, but I watched with bated breath, biting my bottom lip. The little girl behind the counter gave a quick glance my way and laughed. 

She knew. I have never been more ashamed than I was in that single moment of time. My stomach bottomed out and I felt sick. Every alarm in my head was blaring and I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I had been caught. I ran home like the frightened little girl I was and tried to forget those fifteen seconds of my life. I knew that barista saw the lust and greed in my expression. Why on earth did I bite my lip? Am I a sick person? How can I not be able to control these silly little emotions?

I think the worse part of it all was he knew. This man that I'd been eying for months now knew that I saw him as a sexual object. That's not the kind of person I am. I'm a nice lady who takes the time to get to know people and treats everyone with respect. For crying out loud, that barista gets a two dollar tip from me most of the time. I'm nice! The only time I let my guard down and give in to some primitive urges is every other Friday when he's around, and I just blew it. I felt horrible. He was out of my league and my being a wallflower was the reason it was so much fun. I never intended to be noticed, never mind be transparent.

I spent the next two weeks having decided that I was never going to go back to that coffee shop and that I should probably give up the stuff altogether. If only my masseuse would've had another available time slot. In a perfect world my appointment could be moved and I would never have to be confronted with him again, but no, I was stuck with my every other Friday. There was to be no more slutty behavior from me, though. No more ogling and no more drooling. I was dead set on keeping my lips together in a polite smile and nothing more. 

Friday came around and I had a massage. I almost made myself late, anxiously waiting in the car. I needed to make sure the coast was clear and that nosey little barista wasn't watching for me to repeat my past behavior. The massage helped. I ended up telling Bonnie, the loving mother of three who does my massages, everything and she listened as she eased all my tension away. She assured me that it was probably all in good fun and that he probably got plenty of that sort of attention. I was very thankful for such a wise and understanding masseuse, and I let her words take the place of that uncertainty that had been there before. I still wasn't going to get a latte, but I felt less awful about it all. 

I took a little extra time redressing after my massage and reveled in the fresh feeling that comes with getting a good rub down. That particular day was a bit chilly, so I pulled my t-shirt back on, slipped my jeans up, and bundled up in a sweater. I tied up my cute little sneakers and gave myself a quick once over in the mirror. I thought I was adorable for a fat chick. The sweater hugged all my ample curves while the jeans downplayed the more dominantly thick parts. I sighed and gathered the strength to walk out the door, praying that I wouldn't be seen by him or the barista. You can imagine my surprise when he was a foot outside the door of the massage parlor, waiting for me. 

He was holding two cups of coffee and offered one up to me with an award winning smile. "Hey there, gorgeous. Coffee's on me today." His voice oozed sex appeal. I hadn't been close enough before to hear him before but his sound was rich and smooth, like a good maple syrup. It even left me feeling a bit sticky. 

I was stunned. Mouth gaping open with a fearful shock settled deep into my eyes. I couldn't muster up anything but gasps. He laughed and tilted his head towards a bench sitting between the coffee shop and the massage parlor, suggesting that I sit down. My heart hurt it was racing so fast, and sitting seemed like a great idea so I followed him. 

He sat far enough away to give me some time to adjust, but nudged me when he realized my look of shock wasn't fading. "You know," he smiled, "You're very good for a man's self-esteem." 

My stomach was in knots. I slid one hand over it to sooth the constant churning and used the other to cover my face in shame. I managed a moan, but only heard him chuckle more. "God, I'm so sorry," I quivered, letting each word come out slow and painfully. "I'm so, so sorry."

He broke out in a full laugh; throwing his head back with a smile that I'm sure cured some sort of third world illness. He set the coffee he had bought me between us on the bench and used his newly freed hand to rub my back. "You have nothing to apologize for, really. I like the attention, but I'd love to return some."

I've never been very good at handling myself during times of turmoil. My face grimaced and I bent over my knees, wrapping my arms around my stomach as if my guts were spilling out. I didn't fully understand his words, but I understood the feelings and they were getting harder and harder to deal with. Even through my sweater, his hand against my back was warm and comforting. I was excited but scared, totally thrilled but utterly embarrassed. It was a complicated thing to deal with. 

"Come on, honey. I have to run off to work in ten, so you've got to give me something to go on." He was leaning over with me, I guess trying to catch my gaze. "The name's Logan. What's your name?"

I sat up slowly and took a deep breath. I knew full well my behavior was verging on childish, but I had to deal with it somehow. I looked up at his face, the face I'd grown to adore over the past few months and found my voice. "Arlene, but everyone calls me Arnie." 

"Arnie?" he nodded in approval. "That's adorable."

A few moments of silence passes. I was still trying to come to grips that this man was talking to me and he was perfectly patient letting me. He held his coffee over his lap and looked forward, keeping his wandering in his head and not his eyes. I had expected him to use his looks to his advantage, but he was so polite. He finally spoke, "That coffee is yours if you hadn't noticed. The barista assured me you drank just about the same thing every time you came in, so hopefully she remembered right." 

I took the cup that was seated beside me and noticed where she had written 'good luck' with a winking face on the cardboard sleeve. I smiled. "It's perfect. Thank you." I was happy to finally find some sort of dignity left within me. Wasn't sure I had any left, but relieved nonetheless to have found it. I sat watching him drink his coffee and the questions started forming. Being the self-conscious lady I am I couldn't leave well enough alone. "Why are you talking to me?"

He looked back at me with a disapproving expression. "I had thought that part would've been fairly obvious." I didn't reply and he took another sip of his coffee. He softened a bit and poked my knee with his index finger sending shivers up my spine. "I guess you could say that I'm a bit fascinated with you. Never have I met someone so patient and content with just watching."

He was right in a way. Watching must've been what it looked like on the outside, but during those five minutes he got his coffee my mind was racing with scenarios and dreams. I had entertained the idea of talking to him for the longest time, but it was only ever a thought. I wasn't much for putting plans into motion and it didn't bother me anymore. He was pretty enough to watch, and even as he spoke, I continued to watch knowing full well that this scenario hadn't been one I'd planned out. Oh, but the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his fingers laced around the coffee cup, it was all so perfectly sinful. 

He had been looking away, but turned on the bench to face me. I could see the vest and tie hidden within his coat and his leg bent up on the bench, flashing the bright red socks that so unexpectedly hid under his pants. This time I made a conscious effort not to bite my lip or give a smile that could be misconstrued. I kept still like a good little girl. 

"Why do you just watch me? It's what, every other Friday that I find you sitting in there waiting to watch me get my coffee? Why?" It was a genuine inquiry and I felt that I owed him and answer. 

"You're very attractive." I cursed my honesty and couldn't believe I just said that. I was even more surprised that he blushed. His head sunk down, hanging over his lap and a bashful grin formed. "I'm not super great with confrontation, but I am a spectacular watcher." I was concise in my answer, but I had little idea what he would do with that information. He wasn't the person I had imagined him to be all this time. 

He hummed as he furled his brow, raising his head just enough to look me in the eyes. He was obviously thinking about my answer. "So it wasn't that you were scared to talk to me or that I was unapproachable. You made a deliberate decision based on past experience to sit this one out?"

"Yes," I hesitantly answered. "Does that bother you?"

"A little, to be honest," his voice wavered a bit, like he wasn't prepared for the conversation to be a frank as it was. "I mean, if you like the way I look, why would you rob yourself of other characteristics of mine you might enjoy?"

"Other characteristics," I repeated his words, knowing the implication that was behind them. My mind went straight to the gutter and I blushed feverishly.

I looked up in time to see the corner of his mouth ease up into a sexy little smirk. "Give me your number, Arnie," he commanded with a warm expression. "I have to go, but I feel the need to keep in touch." 

He handed me his phone, and with shaking fingers, I entered my contact information. I handed the phone back and he reached out with both hands. The first took the phone, while the other grabbed my hand and pulled it to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand with closed eyes. His lips lingered and shot volts of electricity though my body. What a sweet, yet horribly intimate thing to do. 

He returned my hand to my lap and stood. "I'll see you again?" he asked. I couldn't do anything but nod. He has just stolen my heart and the feeling of functioning without it was new to me. "Good. Until then, darling."

I watched in awe as he walked to his car and drove away. When had I become darling? 

The days drifted by and I took the conversation for what it was, a freak happenstance. After all I wasn't the girl who got the steamy encounters. I went to the gym, I hung out with a few friends, I even read a little, but my life was fundamentally normal. Everything fell back to the way it was before he kissed my hand. The memory was still there, the feeling of his lips attached to me. It was crazy and every time I closed my eyes to think it through again, I found myself getting restless and itching with sexual desire, but it was over with.

It was Saturday when the phone rang. I saw the unfamiliar number flash up on and I had an aching feeling that I'd be greeted by him. His voice seeped out the small speaker and into my wanton ears. "Arnie? Baby?" he breathed out, his voice just a little raspy and sexy as hell. "I want to see you tonight. Would you please come out and see me?" 

Who was I to deny this man? I sheepishly replied, "Sure. Time and place, honey, and I'll be there." I was surprised with my forwardness. I loved it when he did it, but I'd only spoken to him for ten minutes and it was so unlike me.

He groaned through the phone and I went weak in the knees. "I'll text you an address and see you at nine." He paused for moment and I could hear his breath get caught in his throat. "I'll meet you at the bar." 

The call ended and I began to wonder what he was thinking. I was well aware of all the apprehensions and feelings I had about the meeting, but what could he possibly gain from this? I wondered if he thought I'd be easy considering my blatant staring and honest confession of feelings. What if he thought he could just charm his way into my panties? I didn't want to believe that, of course, but it was the most logical thing my brain could rest upon. 

I ate a small dinner that night and around six, I turned up some music and began getting ready. I hopped in the shower, lathering up and shaving. I danced my way to the closet after a quick blow dry of my hair, and debated what to wear. I was feeling kind of generous and was curious as to how genuine his pursuit of me was. Maybe I could dress to kill and use his reaction to gauge the legitimacy of his words. 

I decided on a little black dress. I'd never actually worn it out of the house, but then again, I'd never had a reason to. The neckline was square and cut deep into my cleavage while my hips and thighs looked as though they'd been vacuumed sealed in the smooth, black fabric. I didn't mess with jewelry because I felt the focus should be on me, but I did invest in some lingerie. I wasn't sure what he liked, but I knew what made me feel sexy and isn't confidence the key with things like this?

One final look in the mirror, and I was out of the door. My black stockings hid the skin lurking under the knee length dress, while the heels extenuated all the hours I'd spent on the elliptical trying to not get fatter. There were no obscenities and everything was tight and in place. Between the outfit, the wide curls I'd set my hair in, and the subtle hint of makeup, I was sure that I had accomplished a sultry, yet inviting look. If he was for real, he should be in for a pleasant surprise. 

I recognized the street of the address he gave me and thought I didn't have to bother looking it up before I left. I should have. I really, really should have taken the time to clarify where it was that I was going. I had expected a bar with dim lighting and a quiet atmosphere, but this was a club. As I stood outside watching the stream of barely legal youngsters pile in, a new wave of embarrassment came toppling in. They were wearing tube tops and jeans, ready to spend the night dancing and I was significantly over dressed. 

I had three minutes until the clock struck nine. The fear of standing out is a very inhibiting thing to a thicker woman. If anything, I wanted to blend in and become completely invisible. If I stood out then I was memorable, and if I was memorable then people would remember that old, fat lesbian that sat in the corner drinking her vodka tonic. I was mad at Logan. How could he not tell me this was a club and who the hell brought a girl to a club on the first date? We are adults. The protocol is dinner and a movie, not bumping and grinding. 

I fished enough money out of my bag for the cover charge and dove in with my bad attitude in tow. The bouncer had given me a weird look as I walked in, no doubt thinking I didn't look the type. His glance just fueled my anger and I was going to give Logan a piece of my mind. He should know better and I charged my way to the bar with a mission in mind. I was going to teach him a lesson. 

The club was loud. There was a constant roar from the crowd as speakers boomed with electric wobbles and throbs. Lights bounced around the high ceilings and there was a fog that seemed to radiate from off the floor. Everything was so full of motion and I felt like a beetle that just walked into the ant colony. I was given a once over by nearly everyone that passed, some even chuckled and they watched me make my way to the bar. Logan was going to pay for this. 




Nine Times Out of Ten



"Whooaa, baby!" the bartender hollered as I approached. I didn't really notice at the time, but he was dressed very similar to the way I had seen Logan dress. His eyes nearly bugged out and I found his voice very annoying. "How's about I take you home and you and I can have some fun?" He wiggled his eye brows at me playfully. 

"Excuse me?" I was taken back. No one ever talked to me that way and since I felt like I had been tricked, the banter was not received with a warm welcome. "Should you really be talking like that to customers?"

He threw a dish towel over his shoulder and offered a hand as I seated myself at the bar. I shook it, but was weary. "The name's Benny, and you're no customer. You're the dime that Logan told me about." He was smiling and handed me a drink as I got comfy. "Logan said that he had a goddess that would be coming in tonight and you're about the loveliest thing I've ever seen come through those doors, so I took a chance. I'm right aren't I?" 

"Well, yeah." I was highly confused. I took a small sip of the drink and ran my fingers through my hair. For years I'd grown accustom to being the ugly duckling and it seemed as though the world just changed around me. Benny was still smiling at me and letting his eyes wander down my cleavage as I tried to comprehend everything. "How do you know Logan?"

Benny jumped back to work cutting some lemons and filling a few random beers as we continued on with our conversation. "He hasn't told you about me?" he scoffed playfully but continued, "We've worked together for two years now, but we were friends first." All the sleazy, annoying cadences in his voice were gone. He talked to me like I was a friend. "Speaking of work, things came up and he's gonna be held hostage for at least fifteen more minutes here." 

I nodded in understanding. Thoughts were racing around my mind as I kept taking small sips of my drink. I should've still been angry or confused at the least, but all I could think of was the way I was suddenly being talked to. My first and last boyfriend was four years ago and he never gave me any pet names. I wasn't ever 'baby' or 'honey' but now that I had met Logan it was all different. Both he and Benny immediately gave use to all the endearing terms and I was at a loss as to why. There must've been a dozen reasons that I came across, but most of which left me with an unpleasant taste in my mouth. 

I saw some movement from within a small room that was behind the bar. A set of arms reached to grab a box and I caught a glimpse of a familiar tattoo. The club had grown to make sense as I was talking to Benny, but now the clothes did as well. Logan was very obviously the bar manager for the club. I watched him as he shuffled some things around with his back to the door. As if in the coffee shop, I leaned over to get a closer look. When he'd turned around and saw me, I was biting my bottom lip again and looking through bedroom eyes. 

He smiled, but as his eyes traveled down my neckline a possessive look sparked up. His nostrils flared a bit and his chest sunk deep with each breath he took. The smile only grew as he walked closer, abandoning all that lay behind him easily. With that short walk towards me, he made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. Wordlessly, he came to my side and every inch of my skin yearned for his touch. What was it about this man that tormented me so?

"What did I tell you, Benny?" Logan's voice was deep and extremely satisfying. He was looking down at me and I could see his hands flex at his side, wanting to hold me. 

Benny looked up and smiled, "A goddess, indeed."

Logan's eyes never left me and I found myself growing warm under his admiration. "I'm sorry you had to wait for me and I'm terribly sorry that you had to meet me here in the first place." He shamelessly let his gaze lower, taking in the depths of my cleavage. "I wish I had been able to take you to a place worthy of the decadence you provide." His voice grew softer but each word trailed off his lips and poured over my skin. I had forever forgotten about whatever anger I had saved for him. I never imagined a man could talk this way or that he would waste such delicious talents on me. 

Somehow sensing the magnificent sexual tension between the two of us, Benny spoke up, "Get out of here you two! Find some other poor sap to torture. I can't handle it anymore." Although hinting at truths, his words were playful and Logan acted upon them.  

"Come now, beautiful," he demanded, taking me by the hand and leading me out into the dark night. Once outside he turned to me and held me at an arm's length. I realized that this was no joke. His eyes bore into every inch of me with lust, but something likened to caring or maybe kindness was there as well. The dress had worked and I was confident that I wasn't just a plaything. He wanted things from me, but I sensed it was more than just a good time. 

I wrapped my arm around his and pulled him close to my side, cutting his viewing short and beginning our journey to wherever it was we were going. The smile he displayed was one of pure enjoyment. He stiffened his shoulders and made like a perfect gentlemen as we walked down the street. "You are truly wonderful, Arnie. You know that?" he whispered.

I gave a small laugh, shrugging off the compliment as I rested my head on his arm. He was my vision come to life and I couldn't help but melt beside him. Every sigh and moan was completely involuntary. 

"I'm completely serious." I could hear him smile as he spoke and it had to be contentment that I felt radiating off of him. To think a man could be content with me. He continued, "I thought those looks you give me were intoxicating, but your touch is just extraordinary."

I patted his arm. "Hush. Just let me enjoy you while you're here." I sank into him as we continued to wander about. Even though he had been working, he smelt clean and of spiced soap. Every once in a while I'd look up at him and be tormented with the temptation to run my fingers through his hair, but I never left his side. It was so calming and peaceful just to hold him and know that he enjoyed it as much as I did. 

We ended up at a small diner and talked for what seemed like hours over coffee and pie. I learned everything about him as he was granted the same pleasure from me. He said he'd been at the club for five years now, but ever since he started the job he hadn't been able to meet a woman who could stir up enough feeling inside of him to care. I'm sure he got invitations from young ladies more than he led on, but he told me that he just needed more. That as he got older the desire to come home to a warm bed and a hot meal meant more to him than one saucy night of pleasure. Of course I loved hearing those words. 

I told him about my job at the bakery and how after my last promotion my need for the massages became overwhelming. I told him a little about my last boyfriend and how torturous it was for me to spend the last couple years alone. He listened intently and touched my hand now and again, signifying that he understood. It was lovely. 

Suddenly, by some magnificent happenstance, the waitress that had been serving the few patrons in the diner tripped. The poor thing fell helplessly and the pile of food that she was carrying landing right in Logan's lap. There was pie hanging from his collar and pancakes slowly falling down his shirt. The poor waitress stood up quickly and waited for his rage to overcome her. She never had a chance though. Logan glanced down at all the food and started laughing. Soon enough everyone in the diner had joined in and the poor waitress ran to fetch some extra napkins. 

"I hate to cut our evening short, but it seems as though I need to go home now." Logan looked at me with half a smile, but I could only see the opportunity he was handing me. 

That ten percent of the time feeling bubbled up in me. Until now we had been chatting like old friends, and as much as I loved it, there were other things I was dying to love. "Nonsense," I replied more confident than I thought I could manage. "My place is just around the corner. I'll take care of you."

The waitress insisted that she cover our bill, so I stood up and took Logan's hand. There was no trepidation in his eyes as he received it and rose up beside me. I could only make out a glimmer of amazement and a whole lot of thrill. Before my brain had caught up with my libido I was fishing my keys out of my purse to unlock the door to my apartment. Even then, my brain couldn't come up with any reason as to why I should change my course of action. 

Logan watched me kick my heels off and run around my small apartment. He stood silently in the middle of the flat, following me with his eyes as I got a washcloth to clean the syrupy mess off his face and neck. I darted into my room momentarily and came out with a pair or sweats and a t-shirt that my ex had left. Logan looked at me lovingly as I pulled at his shirt sleeve and led him to the kitchen. 

"Where'd the clothes come from?" he prodded. "Was it your plan to have me covered in muck the entire night?" his words were playful and made me giggle. 

"No, silly," I replied while loosening his tie and unbuttoning the first couple buttons of his shirt. I dampened the washcloth with warm water and he lifted his chin, allowing me unrestricted access to the mess upon him. "My ex left them here. He wasn't as tall as you, but they should do the trick while yours are in the wash." 

"He lived with you?" Logan's voice gave way to a tinge of distaste. I grabbed his chin and forced his eyes to meet mine. 

"Only for three months," I assured him. "He liked having a girlfriend but didn't enjoy that it was me. When he met someone else, he let me down gently and was moved out within the next hour. In his haste, he left a couple things."

"What an ass," Logan griped as I continued cleaning. 

It made me smile. "It's ok. He wasn't a very good boyfriend anyhow."

Logan was clean now apart from his clothes and he began to strip right in front of me. I watched silently as each button was release and he shrugged off his vest and shirt. It was obvious his curiosity was peaked and he wasn't going to bother stopping the conversation for something as simple as changing clothes. "Tell me more," he petitioned with a brief hint of satisfaction. 

I leaned back on the kitchen counter opposite of Logan and enjoyed the show while we spoke. "Well, for starters he never touched me. Every once in a while we'd be intimate long enough for him to get off, but then it'd be back to being platonic. I was never special, just the person who cooked and cleaned." 

Logan's shirt was off now and I barely saw his furled brow with his beautiful bare chest demanding much of my attention. His skin was lightly tan all over with a small patch of blonde hair on his chest. I was granted the full view of his tattoo. It was a fairly large portrait of a lighthouse and the bordering cliff around it. It encompassed most of his bicep. I immediately loved it and desperately wanted to trace the crashing waves with my tongue. "You're right. He wasn't a good boyfriend at all," he said with distain.

It was hard to continue talking once his pants fell around his ankles. I had never fantasied about a man's thighs, but as I saw them I wondered what they'd look like squished against mine. Perhaps he'd press me against the wall and use his leg to part mine. The daydreaming started quickly with so much motivation in front of me. I had forgotten for a moment that this was real and not just another fantasy of mine. 

"Arlene?" Logan bent his head to try and meet my wandering eyes as he spoke. I knew I blushed when he finally did because he broke out in a laugh. "You're starring again, sweetheart." 

I covered my face with my hands, but he was closed in on me within a second and pulled them back down. He held my hands within his and looked down at them. "I take it's been a while since there's been a nearly naked man in your kitchen," he said right before kissing each of my hands. 

It was a good thing I was leaning up against the counter. "Yes," I sheepishly replied.

Logan moaned into a second set of kisses, this time longer and more fervent as he pulled my hands up closer to his face. "It makes me rather angry that such a jerk had the privilege of sleeping next to a temptress as yourself and he just..." Logan lost his words as he unfolded one of my hands and kissed my palm before resting it along his cheek. "I want to make you feel special." 

He could have done anything to me in that moment and I would have allowed it. I was looking up at him bewildered, jaw dropped, and holding my breath. He nuzzled into the hand around his face and continued to kiss the fingertips of the one that was still in his grasp. Never, not even once, did anyone ever make me feel as lovely and womanly as he did in that moment. It was spectacular and I was amazingly sad when he stopped.

"I'm not wearing your ex's clothes," he said while releasing my hands. He looked around the apartment and then back at me. "Where's your washer at?" 

I took me a couple seconds to remember how to speak. My hands tingled from his caresses and the rest of me ached for the same special kisses. "Here," I picked up his clothes and headed to the washing room. "Let me."

He followed me and watched as I switched out the loads and started up the machines. I placed my hands on my hips and turned to face him, satisfied that he'd allowed me to take care of him. I was still in my tight black dress and stockings. My hair wasn't as lovely as it had been earlier in the night, but with the way he was looking at me, I suspected it didn't matter. He was watching very intently and I began to feel rather self-conscious. I lifted an eye brow and pursed my lips, wordlessly asking what he was thinking. 

He leaned up against the door post and sighed. "I'm beginning to see the attraction in just watching. There's something so incredibly heavenly about watching you move about. It's..." he trailed off looking for the right word. His voice was deep and sexy as hell when he found it, "Inspirational. You inspire me, Arnie."

I was not lost on his implication. "Look at you getting cheeky with me," I tried to deflect the comment that I knew was meant to phase me. "Come on big guy." I walked towards the door and with both hands, gently pushed him out of the way. I reveled in the feeling of his skin in contact with mine and wondered when the temptation would prove too much for him. He was in his boxers and alone with me in my apartment. There was definitely temptation there. 

I led him back to the kitchen and started to fix a pot of coffee, figuring we'd be up talking at least until it was time to switch the laundry loads. He moved swiftly up behind me and even though I couldn't feel his touch, I could sense the heat his body emitted. I'm pretty sure he leaned over to smell me at one point and it made me almost giddy. I barely knew this man and yet he had me smitten.

When the pot had started, I slowly turned to see him. His eyes were glazed over with lust and I could feel them roaming all over my body. I imagined the hunger in my face when I watched him undress was just as evident as the hunger in his as he looked at me now. It was breathtaking and I could hardly control myself anymore. I felt a heat generate in me with a great intensity as the seconds passed by. Something had to be done. 

"Join me?" I asked, pouting a little. I slid by him, running my hand along the widest part of his chest. Somehow, he empowered me with such confidence and I had no clue as to how. I tried as hard as I could be the best little seductress that I could manage. I made sure that I rolled my hips wide and smooth as he followed behind, giving him the best view that I could. He moaned and reached out for my waist, but resisted. I realized it was because he hadn't gotten permission yet and I thought it almost sweet that he was waiting for the moment when I granted it to him. 

I led him to the couch and gently eased him down. "Would it be ok if I sat on your lap?" I looked at him hesitantly. I had figured that because I didn't have a thirty inch waist it wouldn't be comfortable for him. Sure I wanted to plop right down and kiss him until his lips were blue, but I didn't want to crush the poor guy. I looked away and tried not to let him see how embarrassed I was at having to ask such a question. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Are you serious?" his reply was satirical and the look on his face did not suggest he was pleased by the reason behind my request. He reached up for my hands and guided me onto his lap. "Don't be like that, beautiful." 

"Well, I just thought..." He cut me off, sealing my lips with his. His hands ran up my thighs and to my waist to pull me closer. His kiss was patient and incredibly sweet while everything else about him gave a sense of urgency. I felt so pliable and warm in his arms especially when his lips tugged so gently at mine. 

We stopped to catch our breath and his hands continued to squeeze at my hips. He leaned in and started to trail hot, wet kisses down my neck and along the neckline of my dress. I was panting. Every time his lips touched my skin I grew more wanting of him. I had been silent, but with all the physical torture, I let out a small moan. He stopped and looked me in the eye before devouring my mouth again. I made a mental note of his love for vocalizations. 

The apartment was quiet, so when the buzzer for the washing machine went off it shocked both of us. He looked over towards the laundry room and back at me. I could imagine the debate going on in his head and I made the decision for him. "Wait here, baby. I'll be right back." I kissed him lightly before easing up and running back to the laundry room. 

He sat on the couch twiddling his thumbs and was rather excited when I walked back in. He started to pull me back down again, but I resisted him and was growled at. "Hush, baby," I cooed, trying to redirect his attention from my lips and to the rest of me. "I want to get more comfortable. Could you unzip me?" My lips gave way to a sexy smile and he was only too eager to yield with my request. 

I turned and felt his hands ease up my side and towards the zipper on my back. He pushed my hair aside and kissed my exposed neck, sending shivers up my spine. "You're killing me, babe." Slowly he began the release the dress from me as he kissed the newly exposed skin. "You're so responsive to my touch. It's getting me all crazy."

I turned round and playfully smacked his chest. "And what do you suppose those touches of yours do to me?" I was holding the dress in my arms, waiting to see what he would do next. Would he want to see me or insist on getting under the covers first like my ex always did? The moments passed and he was kissing my face and neck, but never did he look down at the rest of me. I was swallowing my disappointment. He had given me every reason to believe that he was different and that he thought I was beautiful as I was. I had begun to realize that when the time came, every guy was probably going to be the same. 

He sat back on the edge of the couch and guided me to stand between his knees. How surprised I was when he spoke. "Let me see," he demanded calmly. "I want to see you."

It was like the breath was stolen out of me. My lungs tried desperately, but nothing came. He reached out and tugged the bottom of my dress and I just let go. The black fabric fell and so did his jaw. It was the most wonderful thing I could've ever imagined. I was watching his face intently and nearly forgot about the lingerie I had been wearing. It wasn't until he ran his finger under the straps of my garter belt that I remembered I had it on. He looked at me with such an appetite, such craving, that I forgot all the hurtful looks and remarks that I'd dealt with all my life. He thought I was beautiful and he said so with his eyes and even more so with his hands.




Nine Times Out of Ten



"God, Arlene. I'm going to have a heart attack," he gasped. "Just look at you. You're absolutely perfect." He was shaking his head in astonishment and his finger still explored the skin beneath the clasp of my garter and stocking. 

"Bedroom," I blurted out, surprised to hear such desperation in my voice.

"Yes," He gave a wicked smile and nodded. "I think that's a fabulous idea." 

Nine times out of ten I felt foolish and ugly, but this was not one of those times. He had shed me of what little remained between us quiet skillfully and always with kisses. I felt wonderfully wanted in his arms. He laid me upon the bed and took my breast into his mouth. I couldn't believe how magnificent it felt as he bit down and tugged at my nipple just to lap up whatever pain he had caused and overwhelm me with pleasure. His hands felt giant as they kneaded my breasts and squeezed them together. I struggled to keep track of each individual touch as he thoroughly made contact with every inch of me. 

When his hand cupped my sex I thought I was going to explode. I grabbed him by the neck and rewarded him with frantic kisses all over his face. "So responsive," he laughed and proceeded to rub my swollen little mound. 

I could feel the rumble of his laughter through my chest and I found it rather addictive. His fingers began to dive deeper into me and each touch was electric. He prodded and massaged, rubbed and tugged, for such a long time. I was in such bliss under his touch and I had to do something to reciprocate. I had to make him feel as spectacular as he made me, so with all my might I pushed him over on the bed. I gently pulled down his boxers and released his manhood. I straddled his knees and took it slow. I leaned up over to kiss him and let his sex rub against my own. He groaned as I massaged my hands and breasts into his chest.

My kisses journeyed down his chest and towards the intended target of my affection. He hissed my name as I ever so methodically took the head of his cock into my mouth. I have to admit, knowing I could make this man flat out wild with pleasure was a real turn on and I was eager to see what else I could do to him. I lapped him up and tasted the salty precum that dripped from the tip. It wasn't long before I was attempting to take his full eight and a half inches in my mouth. I wanted so badly to have my mouth filled and my hunger satiated, but he had other things in mind.

I had used all that I had to roll him over, but he was much stronger and I was flipped easily. He took my mouth without hesitation and kissed me hard. I felt him grasp my wrists trying to pull them above my head, and I submitted to him without fear. He broke the kiss and looked down at me. He was quiet and I watched as his expression go from lust to amazement. He parted his lips to speak, but he didn't have to say it. I could see it in his eyes already and I kissed him hard to let him know I felt the same way. 

The next time our kiss broke I was begging. I couldn't take it anymore. "Now, please Logan, please!" I urged him. He held my arms with one hand and used the free one to direct himself into me, succumbing to my pleas. His mouth enveloped mine and together we moaned with a deep gratification. 

He held still, giving true meaning to the term gentleman as he allowed me to adjust. He buried his head in the curve of my shoulder and nipped at my neck and behind my ear. When he began to slowly thrust into me I lost it. All inhibitions left me with a loud groan and I clung to him, arching my back to receive even more contact. "Logan!" I hissed. "Baby, you feel so good. Keep going...Please!" 

His breath quickened and so did his pace. Everything he did was so perfect and I was so completely filled. It felt amazing and I never hesitated to tell him so. I suppose he found my words rather encouraging, but the intentions behind them were more of complete satisfaction. Each pound into me was a uniquely exhilarating blow and I had loved telling him, but when my body started tensing my words became few. 

He must've felt it. His kisses stopped and he looked me right in the eye. "That's it, Arlene." He cheered. "Now be a good girl and cum for me." 

I felt remarkably helpless and loved. It seemed as though his thrusts got more powerful and he continued to coach me. He'd kiss me and say, "You're so beautiful, baby." He'd find my breast and tug at the nipples making me cry out in pleasure. "Give in, honey. Cum for me," he softly demanded. I didn't stand a chance when he stroked my clit. I wrapped my arms around him and came harder then I'd ever imagined I could. My walls clenched around him and I sobbed as he gave way to his own release. 

We lay there enjoying the rush of hormones course through our bodies. He had rested his head on my shoulder, but looked up to kiss away the tears that had run down my cheeks. I was still too enthralled to tell him they were tears of joy, but I hoped he knew. He rolled over and laid beside me, patiently waiting for me to regain my ability to form words. 

I was still shaking a little from such a magnificent release, but I wanted to speak to him. I was so completely happy and I wanted to let him know. "You sir," I rolled to my side and propped my head up on my elbow to look at him, "are incredibly good at that." 

He laughed and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I did say that you were inspiring." We looked at each other for a time, and I saw his expression go from happy to a more regretful look. "The laundry is probably done. Perhaps I should go."

"Like hell you are," I scoffed. "You sleep here tonight, in my bed and in my arms." The thought that he might not want to occurred to me and I feared what he would say next. 

"Oh thank god!" he sighed. "I was really hoping that you'd say that." He pulled me into his arms and we fell soundly asleep. 

The next Friday I walked into the coffee shop after my massage. I ordered my latte and waited on the sofa for him to walk through. The barista kept a close eye on me and I could almost see the fear in her eyes when Logan walked in. Just like always he ordered his coffee and made small talk with the barista, but unlike all the other times, when he'd gotten his coffee he walked over to me. Confidently, he pulled me up off the sofa and into his arms. He squeezed my ass and planted the most wonderful of kisses on my lips. Behind the counter the barista squealed with delight, but it was of no use to Logan or me. We were lost in each other as we so often were. 

Nine times out of ten, I'm not thinking about sex. Nine times out of ten, I'm firmly rooted in reality. Nine times out of ten, I feel inadequate and helpless to my own circumstances. But when Logan is around, I live in the paradisiacal bliss that is the one out of ten.



Nine Tmes



It was sixty years ago, so the social and sexual codes were as different from those of today as a bunny rabbit is different from a water buffalo. I was barely eighteen, and as innocent as a newborn lamb. This girl, whom I'll call 'Janice' (not her name), was already experienced. She was a year older than I, and had had at least two lovers before me. She knew what she wanted and how to go about getting it. 

She got me alone and we began kissing, and it grew heavier and steamier. I was starting to get aroused, and getting a stiffie. I tried not to let her know, for I thought that girls—or almost all girls—were "sweet and nice," and wouldn't even want sex until they were thoroughly married. "Sugar and spice, and everything nice." 

But she knew. She didn't have to feel it rising against her belly, straining at the cloth of my trousers. She knew because she knew. Without breaking the kisses, she put her hand down and stroked my erection through the cloth. Stroked and stroked and stroked. Then she broke the hot wet kiss and, without saying a word, she made a big show of dropping her panties, stepping out of them slowly, and tossing them aside with a kind of dismissive gesture. She stroked her crotch with her palm, and then again with one finger.

I was speechless and powerless, astounded and scared half to death. I couldn't move. But Janice knew exactly how to handle me. She unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my fly, slowly, one button at a time. I was trembling, unable to react. I wanted her to stop, but I wanted her. And she knew. She knew how badly I wanted her. 

"Wait," I said. "What if your roommate Patsy comes back?"

But Janice was single-minded. "Never mind her. She won't come back for a while." She put a finger inside her pussy and began to work it up and down.

Then she pushed me down on the bed and whipped off my Jeans and shorts in one quick, smooth move. She slithered onto the bed beside me, drew her skirt up above her waist, and began kissing me again, even more passionately. Both our faces were wet. 

She put two fingers inside her slit and worked her pussy faster and faster. What I didn't know was that she was getting herself wet and ready. Then she pulled me over on top of her and slid under me, but she kept her legs clamped tight together. She began to raise her hips and rock her bottom, so that my tool slid between her thighs, just below the crack of her vagina. I can still remember the feel of the friction of her pussy hair against my pecker. I didn't know then that it was hair, but it drove me to a frenzy. 

I was burning with both lust and shame. I think I may have tried to pull away. But she had me in a tight hold, and she put my hand on her breast. The she opened her thighs and I slid right into her, all the way. I banged against her cervix as my testicles slapped the cheeks of her butt.

That was it! Lust crowded shame aside. I plunged into her. I thrust and thrust and thrust deep into her, hitting her cervix with every plunge. 

It didn't last long. I came in less than two minutes. It was a powerful orgasm, like nothing I had ever felt before. Every nerve in my body was concentrated in my peter for that minute or so, and I flooded her with cream and collapsed on top of her body.

"That was too quick," she said. "Is that all you've got?"

I said, "It was like being shot, that's how quick it was."

She rolled me off her and knelt over me. "Let me show you something," she purred. She straddled my hips, kneeling astride me. Cream was dripping down both her legs, but she ignored it. Now, for the first time in my life, I got a look at a girl's pussy. I hadn't expected her to have pubic hair. I suppose I had thought that only men and mature boys had pubic hair. It surprised me. Her pubic hair was soft, light brown, thick, and luxuriant. It covered her mound like a mat. 

She took my penis in her hand and pumped it. She knew what she was doing. A few quick strokes brought it back to attention. She spread her pussy open with the fingers of one hand and wedged the head of my pecker inside her. Then she knelt and sat down on it, taking it all into her at once. She sat still for about a minute or more, with the full length of it deep in her. She smiled as if she had just accomplished something remarkable, and she stroked my cheek with one hand. 

"I knew you had more you could give me," she murmured. "Just go with me. Follow my lead," She stripped her blouse off over her head. She had her bra off in mere seconds, and her breasts swung free. They were full and perfectly round, as big as a pair of grapefruits, with areolas the size of saucers. The areolas were deep pink, almost red, and her nipples were standing out like corks. She leaned forward and lifted her left breast to my face, so that the nipple just brushed against my lips. "You've never sucked a girl's tits before," she whispered. It wasn't a question. She knew. Just as she had known that she could get me up again, and that I had never had a girl before.

I kissed her nipple, then licked it tentatively. Her whole body shivered and her vaginal muscles squeezed me tight, again and again. She thrust her nipple into my mouth. "Suck on that," she said, "hard!" Then she began to move her hips up and down, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. I had both her breasts in my hands and was sucking them by turns, first one and then the other. I could feel my pecker swelling inside her. It felt like electricity gathering in my dick. Then just as I thought it would burst, she stopped her hip movement, pulled her breasts away from my mouth, rocked back, and sat still.

I was shocked. "Wh – wh – wha --what are you . . .?" I yelped.

She pressed one finger to my lips. "Hush," she whispered. "Wait. Be still. You'll see."

My member was throbbing inside her like a bass drum. I was surprised that I couldn't hear the throbbing. After a few very long seconds I could feel that my pecker was calming down and relaxing. She felt it too, and she started her hip motions again. This time she kept going for more than three minutes before the electric throbbing clutched at me once more. And again she paused and sat still until it began to subside.

She did this same routine, with the same pause-and -rest at just the infinite hairline point, four more time before she was ready for me to come inside her. And each time she made it last a bit longer. The last time was more than eight minutes before she allowed her hip movements and the pulsation of her vaginal muscles to bring me to the final explosion. When I finally came, I came like thunder, like an earthquake, slamming my hips up against her and jamming the whole length of my tool deep into her. 

When I had shot all of my juices into her, I was as limp as a dishrag, weaker than a newborn kitten, as if every last ounce of my strength had been poured into her. She stood up, balancing on the mattress, one foot on either side of my body. The hair of her crotch was sticky with come, and it was flowing down her legs. She wiped her legs and her crotch with her panties. 

"Okay," she said, quite matter-of-factly. "Now you know."

But that's not the main focus of this tale. You asked about multiple male orgasms. 

A few months later I visited Janice at her home. Her parents left the two of us alone while they went into town on some errand. As soon as their car cleared the driveway, Janice was all over me, working my belt buckle and undoing my shirt buttons. She scared me.

"We can't do this," I panted. "You don't know how long they'll be in town."

"They'll be gone two hours at least. Come on. Fuck me. I've got to have you, right now!"

I was terrified, but I was also in a state of lust. I couldn't back out. Janice got us both totally naked in a matter of seconds. She took my hand and led me down the hall to her parents' bedroom. She lay down on top of the neatly made bedspread and pulled me down on top of her. 

"Put it in me," she said. Fuck me."

I stroked her pubic hair gently, then eagerly. She was already wet and juicy. There was no mention and no need of foreplay. She took my tool in her hand and stuck it in herself, and I went to work. As my hips moved in a steady rhythm, she clutched me to her tightly and covered my face with wet juicy kisses.

"Oh, oh, oh," she whispered. You're so good. You're the man. Ohhh. Fuck me good. Don't stop."

We were in the straight missionary position, and I was pumping into her. I kept going for about eight minutes before I reached my climax. I was more afraid of getting her pregnant than I was of her parents. I pulled out and came on her belly and her pubic hair. But I wasn't done. I hadn't given her an orgasm, and I desperately wanted to. I ran to the bathroom, washed the come off my peter, and went back to her. I made love to her again for about three minutes, and came on her belly again. This time I wiped off my tool and went back into her. 

"What a man!" she said, "You're it!" You're the man!"

We did this same routine nine times in a row, lasting about five minutes each time. Finally I lost my energy and my erection. 

But I never made her come.

As I think back now, I realize that Janice was sexually excited by the danger of discovery. That first time in her college rooming house, she knew that her roommate or her landlady could have come in at any time. 

Once we were sitting all alone in the parlor of her rooming house, and she undid my fly, pulled her panties aside, and sat on my lap with my erect tool inside her, shifting from side to side for ten minutes or more. 

When I visited her home, I'm sure she thought that her parents might come home unexpectedly. 

We were together for a whole school year, and we made love many times. But I never could give her an orgasm.

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This story is factual, told exactly as it happened. I am posting it in response to a question directed at me one of the Literotica members. I hope she will read this.



Nine To Six



Every day, I stay until after five. Why would I do that when everybody else punches out and heads home to their wife and kids? Simple. It's because of Maria.

Maria is the maid who cleans my floor of the office complex. I know I know, a Mexican cleaning lady named Maria, what else is new? She's not skinny or young or blond, she doesn't speak perfect English, and she's probably got a husband and several kids. But I like her for some reason.

I guess it all started the one day I had a big deadline and I was going crazy trying to make it during the days. I hate working overtime but what else was I supposed to do? So just that once I called my girlfriend - who IS skinny and young and blond and all that typical stuff - and told her I'd be an hour late, then got down to business. Maybe 20 minutes later Maria walked in. She started emptying the trash can before she noticed me and ended up dropping it all over the floor because I startled her. Of course everybody else was gone so that's understandable! While she was patting her chest and laughing at herself, she flashed me this cute embarassed smile... and I felt my pulse speed up. No real reason, she didn't wink at me, she wasn't wearing anything skimpy. I just liked her smile.

She picked the trash up and left, and I went back to work. But then I couldn't stop thinking about her. I didn't get much work done because I was wondering how I'd never noticed her (it was only later I realized that it was because she cleaned when everybody was gone). I still got enough done that I got caught up. And I didn't see her again for another week or two, when I stayed late for a similar reason.

This time, she noticed me before she picked up the trash. I waved and she smiled and said "Hello." I said the same, and she said "Excuse me please", but this time she went about her cleaning while I was there. I think the first time she had been too embarassed because I startled her so she finished the other offices before getting to mine. I slogged through paperwork while watching her out of the corner of my eye; she ran one of those non-powered sweepers over the floor, emptied the trash, wiped down the windows. Every time she stood on her tiptoes to get the highest part of the pane I found myself smiling. She seemed determined not to use a stepstool or a chair. And she got it, just barely.

After a while it turned into a routine. Partly I had more work to do in the company but I'll admit it was because I secretly wanted to see Maria. I say she's not skinny but she's not big a house, just very plump and curvy. I say she's not young but she's only a few years older than me. And her non-blond hair curls very nicely at her temples - the rest of it is pulled back into a bun which I'm sure she takes down at the end of the day. Maybe not everybody would say she's beautiful, but there's something about her I like.

After the first few times we'd talk a little, ask how each other was and how our days had been. In a few weeks I knew her about as well as anybody else in the office, which wasn't all that well since we tend to mostly work in our cubicles but still much better than I knew any of the other maintenance/janitorial workers. More than acquaintences but not quite friends, in that area.

At first, it was just that I thought she was pretty and nice and ended there. But then I started noticing she was wearing nicer clothes. Not expensive, but she had been wearing sweats and stuff like that like you'd expect somebody to wear when they're cleaning. I remember the air conditioning was on the blink one day and she was sweating all over the place, and she said something about needing to wear something lighter... and it was after that she started wearing close-fitting shirts and leggings and sandals. Technically I don't think she was supposed to wear sandals because it's against policy but they don't hold the cleaning staff to that as strictly I've noticed.

That's when I started thinking about her as not just pretty, but sexy. I didn't say anything about it but I thought it. Now when she strained to reach the top of the window I watched her round ass jiggle and smiled to myself for a new reason. When she bent to pick up the trash can I looked down her cleavage; not really even on purpose, I just couldn't help seeing it because her knockers are so enormous. Her shirts aren't even that lowcut but they don't have to be. And the whole time we would make a little small talk, or we'd both just work in silence for a while, either one.

It built up slowly. First I had a few "good" dreams about her, which I shrugged off. Then I started thinking about her sometimes when I was with my girlfriend, unintentionally because she was on my mind but then I'd intentionally imagine it was Maria I was bending over the bed, it was Maria sucking on me. Once while my girlfriend was out of town for a few days I even looked at a bunch of Latina porn on the computer and pretended they were pictures of Maria. I found myself really turned on by that.

One day she came in wearing white leggings and a red shirt, no more low cut than usual. As we were talking she told me that she was going out for a "special evening" or as she said "an especial evening" after she finished. I quickly realized that was true because I could see through the white material that she had on thong underwear, and through her shirt that she was wearing no bra. Her huge nipples were pretty visible; let's just say the air conditioner was in perfect working order and that I was glad.

That was the first time I felt myself getting hard while she was there in the office. Never had I been so thankful for that desk! Maria picked up the trash and I saw even more flesh than usual; she cleaned the top of the window and I saw the thong making its way further up her crack. It was all I could do not to touch myself or make some kind of happy noise. She seemed to notice I was acting strange but didn't say anything, she probably didn't realize that it had anything to do with what she was wearing.

As soon as she left I finished myself off; it only took about one minute, which was the fastest I've done that since I was in junior high.

Every time she came in after that I got hard automatically. Most times I hid it well and didn't even pay much attention, and only once or twice did I do anything about it after she left. My girlfriend began to laugh about how I was always horny when I came home from work. She didn't know why though.

This went on for about a month. I looked forward to the end of my day when I'd see Maria and feel that excitement. She always had a smile for me, too, and most of my conversations with her ended up being more interesting than the ones with my other coworkers. But one day that changed a little.

Maria came in and I got hard as usual. She was wearing those same white leggings but with a purple blouse. She ran the floor-sweeper and I watched her boobs sway slightly. I think it got caught on something, because she bent over to untie it and granted me a beautiful view of her rear - but then she tripped over something and yelled as she hit the floor.

"Are you all right?" I asked as I ran over and helped her up. She nodded, but there was a little blood coming from her arm, some tiny scratch. I went back and got her a tissue to dab at it, then asked again if she was okay.

"I'm fine, Senor. Don't worry too much."

She was giving me a funny look. It was only then I realized I was still hard. We both kind of looked at it, and she smiled again like she didn't know what else to do but smile. So I gave her a very brief pat on the arm and told her to be more careful, then ran to sit behind my desk again.

I was caught. She was going to report me to management. Worse, to the police. Everything was over for my life; if they did arrest me I'd probably never get another job, I'd lose my girlfriend for sure, and it would all be over. She kept looking over at me as she finished her work, and I noticed her hands shook a little. Then she left.

All night I worried what would happen. The next day I thought about not staying late, but in the end I wanted to so much that I did in spite of the risk. She came in at the same time as usual, and she was wearing gray leggings and a white blouse with flower patterns. I was surprised she came into the office at all let alone wearing the same things as last time. We talked like we usually did, but there was a certain gleam in her eye. Like maybe she just thought it was funny and didn't think I was a terrible person. I'd take funny over terrible.

But while she cleaned, she watched me out of the corner of her eye. I spent a great deal of energy trying to pretend I was working so she wouldn't think I was watching her too. She even looked up while bending over to get the trash, and I saw her look down her own cleavage as if she'd never realized how much I could see. But we didn't talk about it or otherwise acknowledge that anything was wrong, and then she waved and left.

So I relaxed. The next few times were like that, slightly strained versions of how it used to be. But then I noticed things changing.

The next time she came in, I smelled perfume. I asked her about it, and she'd said one of her aunts gave it to her or something. She didn't even bother to explain why she was wearing it while cleaning; I know most women wouldn't waste perfume when they were just going to sweat it off and shower the rest away when they got home, no matter how cheap or expensive it was. I also noticed that for the first time since before she caught me, she wasn't wearing a bra again. Maybe she was teasing me about it. Or maybe she was just teasing me.

She bent much longer over the trash than usual. Then she squatted down to mess with the sweeper and spread her legs as far as she could while doing it. I'd been determined not to get hard, but I couldn't help it. By the time she was finishing up her cleaning I was bursting to finish.

That's when she came over to the desk and sat on the corner of it, wiping her forehead with a cleaning cloth. "Whew. Ai dios mio, I get so heated doing these things."

I instantly thought this was some crazy fantasy coming true, but I slapped myself down. That really was crazy; that kind of stuff doesn't happen to real people. "I'll bet you do."

"You have it nice, Senor Blanco." This is what she'd been calling me since we both observed one day that I had absolutely no tan in spite of a week-long vacation in Hawaii. "You sit behind a nice desk in a comfortable chair all day and play with papers. I would give my father's cojones for this life."

"I know what you mean. I'm pretty lucky."

"You don't even move from the desk when I come in. You could be wearing a pirate leg and I would not know." I laughed when I realized she meant a peg leg. Then she paused thoughtfully, trying to put her words just right. "Very true, you could do anything under there and I would not know. But I have to run around cleaning your room here. Ahh..." She threw up her hands as if to say "some people have all the luck" and left for the day.

That definitely sounded like she was talking about how hard I had been that day she saw me. Maybe I was wrong but how could I know for sure? It kept me wondering all weekend. Monday I knew for sure.

I saw her out in the hallway through my window, she was wearing the usual leggings and shirt. Then she cleaned the neighboring office and I forgot about it until she knocked and came in. But my jaw almost hit the desk when I saw what she was suddenly wearing.

"I am sorry about my clothes, Senor Blanco, but I am going to excersize with a friend after work is over. Please do not tell the boss I am not in the correct clothes, okay?"

"Okay," I managed to say. She was wearing tiny green gym shorts and a white sports bra. That's it; not even any shoes. I could see her other clothes in a pile on the cart out in the hall along with both the old sandals and a pair of sneakers. It could have been true... just as easily as it could have been an excuse for her to wear that. But if she wasn't really going to the gym, then she was wearing it for me. I couldn't believe that. It was tempting but I couldn't.

On the other hand, going to the gym was no reason for her to have taken her hair down but she had. The black curls framed her pleasant face nicely and fell almost to her shoulders. She grinned at me and reached for her sweeper.

That fast I was already completely hard and she hadn't even started cleaning yet. I watched her body move as she moved the sweeper over the floor, watched the back of her thighs ripple, the muscles in her calves flex. Without thinking about it I reached under the desk and touched it, then stroked it through my pants. She glanced over at me while she swept but didn't blink or flinch or make it obvious that she knew what I was doing. She asked how my day had been and I asked the same, and all the time I rubbed myself and strained to keep my voice from shaking too much.

Then I asked how things were going for her and she told me, "Not so good. My boyfriend, he broke it off with me."

"Really? That's too bad. What happened if it's not too personal?"

She sighed as she switched the sweeper out for her cloth and the window cleaner. "He thinks I am interested in other men than him. Maybe someone where I work. I tell him he is loco, but does he listen? Pah!" She winked at me. "So then I tell him that if he keeps it up I may find someone at work to be interested in, comprende?"

I nodded, flashing her a grin as I felt my dick throb under my hand. "Did it work?"

"No. I think it will, but it does not; he tells me I am dead to him now and that I must get my things out of his apartment and go back to mine. Lucky I did not move to live with him when he asked or I would have no apartment to go back to!"

"Sounds like a real idiot if he got rid of you because he THINKS you're cheating. Especially if he didn't have any proof."

She nodded, eyes wide. "Yes, this is exactly what I am saying to him. But who can say how his mind works?" Then she turned around and grabbed her boobs - and I almost choked on my own tongue. "Look at me! Am I not attractive enough woman? Does he think those ladies like me are lying around at the dollar stores?"

I couldn't help it; I unzipped. Maybe I wouldn't have if I didn't already know that those slacks had pretty quiet zippers and that it for sure wouldn't make any sound. "You are definitely attractive, don't worry about that part. He doesn't know what he's missing."

She gave me a shrewd look. It didn't last very long but I wonder what exactly went through her mind. Then she smirked and said, "You do not miss it; you are a smart man. I wish other men were smart like you. But now I go back to cleaning."

It was a dream come true all right. Now when she strained to reach the top of the window I caught flashes of her plump buttocks, saw her calf muscles clench and her toes dig into the carpet. Once she dropped her rag and bent to pick it up, and I wasn't sure she really needed to bend from the waist but I was glad she did when I saw not only a little of her ass but a few curly pubes peeking out. Then she bent over the trash can and I realized for the first time just how huge her boobs really are; I didn't see as much cleavage as usual but I saw plenty of the rest.

Part of me knew I was enjoying this too much but I couldn't stop myself. She was showing off for me. Even if it wasn't true it sure looked enough like it that it might as well be true. She was collecting her things to go when she turned and said, "Wait. Pick up the things on your desk."

"Huh?" I said. Then I cleared my throat and asked, "Why is that?"

Her knowing grin was a little too knowing for my safety but all she said was, "I don't clean your desk because you are always here, working like a dog. Today we clean it. You take the papers off and I will clean."

Unbelievably, with my dick still hard and hanging out of my pants I cleared off the top of my desk for her, making sure I didn't wheel back far enough that she could see it. She watched smiling as she shifted her rag from hand to hand. When I took the computer mouse off at last she said, "Okay, are you ready?"

That was too specific. She knew what I had been doing or she wouldn't have asked if I was "ready" for her to clean it when we could both see the desk was already clear. I put both my hands on the arms of my chair casually, letting one hand wind up in my lap. "Yeah, thanks."

"De nada. Okay." Then she started wiping it down with me right there! I pumped harder and harder, trying to keep my whole body steady except for my hand, and she cleaned slower than I'd ever seen anybody clean, almost stroking the desk like it was a pet. Then I saw that her nipples were getting so hard that I could see them through the sports bra, which looked like it was pretty well padded; my girlfriend has a few of those. Her smile was shy, like the first time I'd seen her.

"Hold on," she whispered, and my hand froze; I was almost done and she was telling me to stop. "There is a smudge on this clock. I'll get it, okay?"

The clock was on the wall above the left side of my desk. My jaw fell open as she crawled up onto it and began polishing the clock with her ass practically in my face. And let me tell you, with it that close to me I could even smell her pussy over her perfume, and she was horny all right. I'm no big stud but I've dated enough to recognize that smell.

"Make sure you get it clean so you don't have to do it again," I said trying to tell her that I wanted her to give me a while.

"Okay. You can hold me steady?"

My heart jumped into my throat. She had to know what I was doing, and she wanted me to touch her? I put my hand on her foot and felt a shock go up my arm; I was really touching Maria. Her skin felt so smooth, even the rougher skin there felt amazing.

"Higher." I moved my hand to her calf. "Higher, Senor, that won't help me balance too much!" From there I felt bold enough that I moved my hand to the back of her thigh, holding it right under her butt. God did it feel great! She let out a tiny gasp, but then she said, "Muy bueno, that's better! Now hold me still while we finish this."

"You got it." Then I started working on myself harder than ever while she cleaned the clock. Her breath was speeding up but she still didn't turn around to look at me or anything. Then about the time I was almost finished I noticed a drip rolling down her thigh. She let out a little squeak of shame but still didn't do anything about it. I casually used my thumb to pick it up and keep it and she let out another gasp and shivered. Everything got to be too much, and I came all over, making a huge mess and letting out a few grunts that she politely ignored.

"Well," she said in a shaky voice as she sat back on her feet with me barely moving my hand out of the way in time. "Your clock is okay now?"

"Yeah," I said after I swallowed, hoping I wasn't sweating too much. Her nipples were still so hard.

"Do you have any mess under your desk that... you want me to clean?" Her voice was quiet when she asked that, like she was nervous or scared, but I don't think she was scared. Just concerned.

"No, that's okay," I said with a smile. "You already helped me with my cock- I mean, CLOCK - and that's more than you were supposed to so thank you."

"De nada, Senor Blanco. I am happy to." She climbed back down from my desk, then glanced at the surface and froze. I looked too and saw a few drops. "Oh goodness, I missed that? Here." She bent over and got a kleenex from my box and dabbed up the drops, then handed it to me. "My trash is full, I'm sorry. You can take this and get rid of it for me?"

"Sure," I said with a grin. That would be going into a plastic baggie that I would keep in a secret spot in my briefcase. "Always glad to help you, Maria."




Nine To Six



"And I help you, too. Adios."

"Bye." And then I watched her sashay out of my office, purposefully clenching her buttcheeks.

Now I jack off almost every time she cleans. We haven't made the clock thing into a regular habit of course, but she does wear her sluttly little gym outfit for me once in a while, and she always smiles like she knows what I'm doing but not enough to make it absolutely certain. Neither of us have ever done anything overt about it. And she's always doing other little things to tease me. Just the other day, she smudged ink all over her blouse and took it off right there so she could rub some cleaner onto it before the stain set; she was wearing a bra that day of course but still! And it was a red lacy bra. It made me wonder for a long while if her panties matched.

So now you know why I'm always clocking out an hour after my fellow cubicle jockeys do. Because I stay for the late show starring Maria. It never disappoints.

--the end?--



Nine Years Later



This is my first story here, and I have no editor, so bear with me please. Know now that this story is -gay- incest between two fictional brothers. According to Literotica, incest trumps all so please don't get upset over the two dicks after I posted this here. Again, you've been warned so if you're upset over the homosexual content, it's your fault for not reading.

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Seth stared at the iPhone screen he held above him with his right hand as the left rubbed at his aching cock. 3:36 AM, and it was his tenth time visiting the page in the past five hours. Once again, he pressed the link and was taken to a dark grey page decorated with pamphlets, pictures of piercings and tattoos. Immediately, he went to the "About the Owner" tab and saw his twenty-six year old brother, Connor. Below the picture of the pale raven were shots of Connor's pierced dick and nipples, the works of another employee at his business. Seth closed his eyes and squeezed the raging bulge in his pants. A breathy moan escaped his lips.

Connor was the black sheep of the family. While most of their cousins went into respectable jobs as medical practitioners, lawyers, businessmen, or salesmen, Connor had left to pursue a path of body modification via tattooing and piercing. He'd been thrown out at seventeen for indulging in "the music of Satan" and drug use- though that hadn't been true. He had roomed with a friend and the two managed to get a business going. And truth be told, Connor had become quite successful. But their parents didn't want to acknowledge the work he did and how "God-hating" his appearance was.

Six feet tall, relatively muscular, and owner of the two most icy blue eyes this world had seen, Connor was a catch. If he wasn't tatte'd up and the worst enemy of all metal detectors, Seth could easily see him being a top model. While his hair wasn't naturally black, the color gave him a haunting and devilish look, which drove Seth over the edge at times. Simply thinking of his intense gaze was causing Seth to undulate his hips. 

Above all else, though, Seth was desperate for his brother's cock. It was a thick seven and a half inches erect, and had five horizontal piercings up the shaft and a small ring through the urethra, a prince-something. It wasn't until two years ago that he figured out he had a thing for body jewelry, and he found that out by looking at Connor's decorated dick. He semi-unconsciously licked his lower lip as he imagined Conner above him, mercilessly plowing that cock in his ass. Fuck me, big brother! The voice in his head begged.

Seth had been a week away from his eleventh birthday when Connor was booted out the door. He had never understood what was so demonic or evil about him at the time. Under that heavy metal music, dyed hair and aggressive swagger, Connor was a kind person. And right now, Seth had to believe he was the demon-infested freak as he jerked his dick wildly at the the thought of Connor fucking him without relent, grinding his teeth to keep from screaming. 

It wasn't even a minute till he released and dropped the fucking phone on his face. He cried out in a mix of pain and ecstasy, and groaned shortly after. He felt a sudden panic at the thought of his parents coming to check on him, but was relieved when no steps or voice was heard. He relaxed back in his bed, trying to focus more on his throbbing orgasm rather than his throbbing face.

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9:45 AM, and Seth was out of bed. His nineteenth birthday was three days away. He looked in the long mirror hanging on his door. He wasn't as handsome as Connor, or as desirable. Five feet and ten inches with ash short brown hair and brown eyes, owner of an athletic build with a six inch and cut penis. He wasn't unattractive, but Connor was by far the more aesthetically pleasing sibling. He heard from a few girl friends in the past that he was on Ian Somerhalder's level. However, Seth had to argue that Connor was still better looking. 

After throwing on a blue T-shirt and dark jeans that hugged his ass and legs a little uncomfortably, Seth left his room and went to the kitchen for a bite to eat. His parents were currently out at work and wouldn't be back till at least eight tonight. 10:15 AM. Connor was only two hours away. His heart suddenly clenched and his stomach flipped. He could see Connor if he really wanted to. It's not like he hadn't thought of it before, but he'd always been too scared. And seven and a half years was a long time to just casually stroll in and see your disowned sibling. But his heart ached and his dick quivered. Seth closed his eyes, resting his head on the refrigerator door.

He needed to see Connor.

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12:55 PM. Seth sat in his parked car, staring across the street. "Con-Man's Needle's & Ink" Connor and Matthew Manward, just a silly play on their names. Seth looked in the mirror at himself. Would Connor recognize him? Was he even updated at all by their parents or a relative? Would he find him attractive? Seth blushed. He had no clue what way Connor swung, and if he'd even consider having sex with a family member, especially Seth himself.

No. He couldn't think about this. His dick was hardening and above all else, he just needed to re-establish a connection with his only sibling. He had to wonder if Connor felt alone. Suddenly, it was his heart fucking with him rather than his cock. Seth looked at the shop again before getting out of his car and making his way to the door.

When he entered, Seth was hit with the smell of pumpkin and heard a hard rock song playing at a soft volume. The room was black and endlessly decorated with pictures of tattoos. The name of the artist was on a plaque below each picture, and half of them were by Connor Wells. Seth was taken aback with how beautiful and colorful they were. He'd seen a few on the website, but he typically only went to gaze at his brother.

"Excuse me?" A woman's voice asked. Seth turned around and was met with a poofy pink head, looking down past it and seeing a short and skinny young woman with a handful of piercings on her face. He recognized her, she had a picture on the website. But her hair had been straight and pure white. "Need something?" She asked.

"Oh... Uh, is Connor here?" She cocked her head. "He uh, well... I'm not the type to come here, I know," Seth knew he looked like something of a jock; he was involved with sports and all. "but it's important." She looked at him hard and her eyes suddenly seemed to light up.

"You're his little brother, aren't you?" She smiled. Connor talked about him? "You look quite a bit like him! I mean, you're a bit cuter, in that teenage boy way, but I can totally see it." Seth blushed. "Just sit out here a minute, kay? He's almost finished with a client. I'll go back and tell him." And with that, she left with a bounce in her step.

Seth sat down in a nearby seat and waited. His heart was thumping and his mind raced. What was Connor going to say? Was he going to be pissed because Seth never came to see him before? Disinterested? Would he reject him? Seth sat with his thoughts for over ten minutes. What would Connor say? If his parents found out, what would they do? Actually, that worried him less than Connor's reaction. 

He jumped up when he heard voices. 

"Come on, Connor. They haven't seen you in awhile."

"Is it Caroline? Why didn't you tell her I'm not here?"

"No, it isn't Caroline you dumb-y." 

Seth smiled a bit at their squabbling. His breath hitched when they turned the corner. It took a few seconds for Connor to look from the lollipop girl to him. There was a mixture of emotion in his features. The one that prevailed was shock. "Uh... Might wanna keep quieter next time. Caroline would've heard you." The girl laughed and took her leave.

Seth rubbed his palms together as he looked at Connor. Fuck... He's even sexier in the flesh. Seth thought, hastily examining his brother, trying to not focus on his crotch. He was bearing black jeans and a black wife beater. He was more built now than he was in the picture on the website, and he had dark brown stubble on his jawline. His entire right arm was an orange and red mural of dragons, fire, and skulls. There weren't any piercings on his face, but Seth could see Connor's perpetually erect nipples and some studs in his ears behind the wavy black hair. He was so unbelievably good looking.

Seth stiffened when Connor came at him, but eased when his brother tightly embraced him. "Son of a bitch, Seth. You're huge. You look so much like mom, too." Seth closed his eyes and returned the hug. He smelt like cinnamon and reeked of the pumpkin-y smell.

"You're as big as I remember you." Seth replied quietly. Connor had reached his full height at a mere thirteen. But he was out of his awkward teenager stage. He was so fucking hot. Seth was both relieved and sad when Connor pulled away. He wanted that hug to last forever, but his dick was trying to come to life. Connor smiled and Seth almost dropped to his knees.

"Come on. I don't have anyone else. My shit is over in the morning." He told him, leading him to the back. That girl was sitting and talking to a middle-aged man that his mother would faint in shock at the sight of. Seth assumed that had been his last client.

They sat at a table in the supplies room, and Connor got two waters from the small fridge sitting in the corner. "It's your birthday soon, right?" He smiled and sat down, his eyes gleaming. "Damn, man, I can't believe it's you."

Seth smiled awkwardly, trying to tame his cock and failing miserably. He shuffled in his seat a bit, reaching down and trying to squeeze his growing erection. "Y-yeah. Three days, I'll be nineteen." He replied. Connor shook his head in disbelief.

"Nineteen. God. Last time I saw you, you were just a scrawny little boy." There was something in his eyes that Seth couldn't read. "But not anymore. I'm guessing mom and dad didn't approve of this?" He asked, taking a drink of his water bottle. Seth watched him swallow and tried to control his breath.

"They... Uh, don't even know, actually." He replied, which caused Connor to chuckle a bit. 

"Looks like you're following in my footsteps, huh? Being rebellious and not being perfect in every-way." He sounded a bit spiteful. Before Seth could reply, Connor shook his head and began. "So. Nineteen. Dating?" He asked curiously. Seth laughed nervously. 

"No, actually. Uh... Never." He admitted shyly. "I mean, in middle school I did a little, but that was it." He told him. He had fooled around, but Connor was the only person on his mind since he was sixteen.

"Seriously? You're a good looking kid. That almost sounds like a lie. But I'm guessing you've had you're eye on someone for awhile then?" He asked, watching Seth intently. It was the same gaze Seth dreamed of.

"K-kind of." Should he chance it? "But.. Uh... They've been out of my life for awhile.. So... It's been rough." He replied quietly. He couldn't read Connor's eyes. 

"Hungry?" Seth nodded, relieved to get a moment to squeeze his dick. However, when Connor bent down to get something from the bottom, Seth jumped up, looking away from his ass.

"Actually- ahh, where's the bathroom?" He gave a nervous chuckle. When he looked back at Connor, he was looking back with an intense stare.

"Take a left when you leave. It's the closest door on the right." He replied. Seth nodded and whipped around, heading for the door. "But you know, Seth... It's easier for a cock that hard to be tamed by two." His heart almost stopped and his feet halted. "Don't think I noticed something was up? You were sitting there shaking and I could hear you squeezing and rubbing yourself." Seth's cock was burning and he closed his eyes. "So... Why did you come here?"

"I... I wanted to see you. It's been years." Seth replied quietly.

"Why else?" Connor's voice was extremely close. "What else did you come here for, little brother?" He almost whispered. Seth felt his hand on his thigh.

Seth let out a breathy sigh, and soon felt Connor's dick at his ass, hardening. A pair of lips scraped against his ear and that hand at his thigh pulled his own hand away from his rock-solid erection. "What do you want, baby brother?" Connor whispered in a husky voice. Seth couldn't handle it.

"I want you to fuck me so hard I wont be able to walk out of here." Seth replied breathily, and was quickly turned around to face Connor, his dark eyes immediately being met with crystal orbs. The seconds it took for their lips to crash together almost felt like hours.

Their cocks were rubbing together and their hands were everywhere. Seth was rubbing Connor's nipples, his abs, his giant arms, and now were squeezing his ass. Connor was following suite and doing much the same. Seth couldn't help the giggle of joy from escaping his lips, causing Connor to part away, their eyes meeting once again.

"I never would have thought..." Seth began, but was hushed by Connor.

"Seth; I've fucked plenty of guys, and I'm definitely going to fuck you today. The moment I saw you, beneath that surprise and happiness, I was so turned on by the man you've become. Seeing you squirm in your seat and catching that bulge in your pants... Mm... fuck." He moaned, rubbing his cock against Seth's again.

Seth's head spun. "I wanna suck your cock, Connor. I saw it on your website. It's so sexy." He whispered, his breath uneven and rapid. "I want your cock so much." Connor grinned.

"Then get down there, baby." And just like that, Seth was on his knees undoing his brother's pants. He could see the bulges of the piercings beneath Connor's boxers and electricity flowed through him. He peeled away that last barrier and was breathless when it jumped out at him. Again, so much sexier in person. He could hear Connor moan when he reached up and stroked it. "Fuck, Seth... The way you look at my cock." He ran a hand through Seth's hair.

Seth kissed the tip, feeling precum on his lips. He licked it away and shuddered, quickly licking and sucking at the head. Connor's head leaned back, and he moaned softly. The taste was everything he wanted, and it was such a thrill to be sucking off his big brother. He struggled against smiling, trying to suck his brother's dick. What he was unable to take in, he jacked off with his hand.

"Oh, baby... Suck me off. Suck your brother's cock, you fucking slut." Connor moaned, his hips undulating. "Mm... Seth, I'm going to make you crave this dick. Spread you wide and fuck you so good. That's right. Your ass is mine." Seth smiled a bit as Connor went off and even felt excited by his words. He pulled back, his hand rubbing his entire length.

"Connor... Grab my head and fuck my face." He begged softly. He smiled at his brother when he had two hands behind his head. Connor didn't need to ask him to open wide. He took as much of his brother's cock as he could and let Connor buck wildly when he was at his limit, pleased with his brother's moans. Connor let up after a bit, however, and gestured for Seth to stand. He was breathing so hard.

"Drop those pants and bend over this table." He commanded. Seth complied. His pants flew and he was over the table, his cock hanging down beneath the ledge. "Spread your legs." Seth did so without question. He left Connor place both hand on each cheek and squeeze. "So hot seeing you down like this. Fucking hell, Seth." He moaned. He heard rustling and then hot breath on his crevice.

"Wait-" Seth began, but moaned when he felt Connor's tongue stab at his hole. "Oh.. God...!" He cried softly, biting his lip. He moaned when he felt Connor's tongue circled and roughly licked at his puckered entrance. "Connor, fuck... Don't stop!" He begged, pushing back. Connor gave him a smack on the ass which caused him to jump, but he reveled in the combined sensations.

Connor stopped just a few moments later, and Seth sighed. He hadn't ever tried that before. If heaven were a feeling, he assumed that was it. A cabinet opened and closed, and Connor was soon kissing Seth's shoulder. Two fingers prodded at his lips, and he sucked them in, circling his tongue around each. They were pulled away shortly after and pushed against his hole. Seth bit his lip.

"Push back, Seth." Connor spoke softly. Seth must have done the wrong thing because he heard Connor giggle. "No, baby, not your whole body." Seth took a few seconds to think before blushing and puckering his asshole. He moaned softly when he felt the fingers slowly push into him. "You're a virgin, then?" Connor asked in q soft tone. Seth nodded. "Mm, that's cute. Well then, little brother, this is my present for you." He gently finger fucked Seth's hole, causing the younger of the two to moan. 

He spread his fingers apart, scissored, and rubbed against Seth's prostate(all of which were driving Seth fucking crazy), before he pulled his fingers out. Seth heard the opening of a little bottle and turned to look. Connor had lube and poured quite a bit onto his hand. He smiled when he met Seth's eyes.

"I wont hurt you, baby brother. Now get up on your back and spread wide. I wanna watch you." Seth bit his lip and stood up, getting up on the table and laying down. Connor spread the lube on his ass and the rest on his fully erect dick before he grabbed Seth's waist and pulled him enough to where his ass hung over the ledge a few inches. He took his cock and began to rub the tip against Seth's hole, biting his own lower lip. "Beg me, Seth. Beg me to fuck you." Seth could easily comply.

"Fuck me, Connor, please! Fuck my tight ass so hard I can 't walk. I don't ever want you to stop. I'm such a slut for you." He was almost breathless. Connor gave him such a hungry look just then, and pushed his cock into Seth. Seth cried out, feeling each piercing and vein as Connor entered. "Oh my God, Connor!" He whined, wrapping his legs around the raven's waist.

"Mm, yeah, baby. You're so tight, Seth." Connor moaned, watching his dick slide in Seth's ass. He smirked. "You look damn sexy on my dick, too." His eyes flashed to Seth's. "Maybe I should make you a permanent adornment." Seth blushed but returned a smile.

"I'd fucking love that." He replied, and his response was an aggressive thrust from Connor. His head reeled and he moaned. "Brother, don't be gentle with me. I'll always forgive you." He told him. It looked like there was something in Connor's eyes. Seth softened. "No matter what Connor, I'm always going to love you." Connor went to speak, but he just leaned down, kissing Seth's chest.

"Seth-" He didn't even need to ask. Seth wrapped his arms around Connor's neck. When the raven looked at him, Seth smirked. He didn't think either of them needed a heart-to-heart right now.

"Fuck me!" Seth cried when Connor's gentle pace turned into one that would rival a god damn jack hammer. "Holy shit! Fuck! Connor, FUCK!" He cried, but tried to hold himself back. What if that chick was still here? He whimpered behind sealed lips.

"Let it out, babe." Seth moaned breathlessly into his ear. "Scream for me." Seth whimpered again and Connor chuckled, kissing Seth's cheek. "Luna's at the desk, baby. Let loose. You need it." His lips were rubbing against Seth's cheek with each word. Fuck it, then. Fuck it! Seth cried out, causing Connor to chuckle. "Just like that, Seth. Be loud and let the world know your big brother is fucking you!"

Seth was damn aroused. He didn't hold back. He yelled, whined, cried, begged Connor to never stop. When his brother began jerking Seth's own cock, he couldn't last a moment longer. "Connor... I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" He whined, throwing his head back. He felt Connor kiss his jaw. A quiet encouragement. Seth let out gasps before he cried and let loose, his head seeming to fly into the clouds. "Ohh..." He moaned quietly, "Oh my God..." He whispered quietly.

Connor had his way for a short minute longer before going balls deep and releasing. Seth sighed with completion, and Connor hugged him tightly. Seth returned the affection, kissing his brother's head. He rubbed Connor's back and breathed his scent in. Connor turned to face him and smiled.