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Plan "B"

By: bassbelly



I wrote his story this way to see if I could produce a tale that didn't have rough language in it. Let me know what you think.

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He was absolutely elated. He couldn't believe that he had been hired as a junior executive after graduating from the University of Michigan. There was only time for a quick visit home to Kansas and then, off to New York. This was one of those 'plum' jobs that MBAs dream about. The fact that he had graduated number two in his class had a lot to do with his selection to the position.

It was a very long drive from Ann Arbor to Salinas. By the time he got home, he was completely exhausted. His mother greeted him at the door. "It's so good to see you son. You didn't bother to write or call for over two months. We've been worried about you."

"Gee, I'm sorry mom. I've just been so busy trying to get my masters that I really haven't had time to think about much besides study. I'm home for now. I've only got ten days to get to New York, so I can't stay very long."

"New York? Why do you have to go to New York? Surely there must be some jobs here in Kansas."

"I must admit I had some offers from Kansas City, but none of them pay like the New York job."

"Money isn't everything, son. I guess you'll have to find out on your own." She hugged him and kissed him. "Your father will be home soon. I'm sure you'll have a lot to discuss with him."

"I need a shower and some rest, mom. It was a long, hard drive here from Michigan."

"Your room is still waiting for you. We've kept it just like you left it."

He dragged his bags up the steps to the second floor bedroom. The room that had seemed small to him when he left for college now looked enormous after the postage-stamp sized dorm rooms. He quickly undressed and headed for the shower wearing only his boxers. After the shower he flopped down on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

His father woke him for dinner. He stood up and shook his father's hand. "Hi, dad, it's so good to see you again." 

"It's good to see you, too, son. I heard you got a job in New York."

"Oh, yeah, and it's a dandy. I'm a new junior executive! It pays twice as much as any other offer I got. Promotion possibilities are endless."

"I'm happy for you son. Please don't scare your mama by not keeping in touch. She's been frantic the last two months worrying about you."

"I promise I'll write and call from New York every chance I get. It won't be like school. I'll have some time off."

"Well, let's go eat. Your mama fried some chicken."

Fried chicken was his favorite meal. He sprinted down the stairs and into the dining room.

"Joe Prince, come here and let me look at you!" squealed the girl in the living room.

It was Cindy Bateman, his old flame. "Hi, Cindy. What are you up to?"

She jumped off the couch, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Your mama told me you were coming home and she invited me over for dinner. How are you?"

Cindy wasn't the prettiest girl in Kansas, but she was very nice looking and had been Joe's sweetheart in high school. Her family didn't have enough money to send her to college and her grades had never been good enough to get a scholarship. After Joe left, she had waited for him. At 24, she was still a virgin.

Joe looked at her and smiled. "So are all the boys still snuffling up your tracks, or did you manage to land one?"

"Oh, Joe, I never went out with anyone but you." She sighed. "How long can you stay this time?"

"Only a few days. I have to report to my new job in ten days and it is a long way away."

"Come and get it," mama yelled from the dining room.

As Joe passed his mother he whispered, "Very sneaky, ma."

She had a smug smile on her face. She knew where Joe's weaknesses lay.

Cindy sat next to Joe at the dinner table. She had loved Joe with all her heart in high school and she still felt the same. The look in her eyes was a dead giveaway to everyone at the table including Joe.

Joe had some deep feelings about Cindy, but he was sure that having been away so long, they would have diminished. With her sitting next to him and sharing a meal, he wasn't so sure.

"Did you date a lot in school, Joe?" Cindy asked.

"I tried but I just didn't have time for much fun. I was way too busy studying."

"I haven't had any dates since you left," Cindy replied.

Joe recognized the trap, but at this point, he didn't care. "So would you like to go to a movie with me?" he asked.

"Absolutely! When?"

"How about after dinner?"

"Okay, no problem. I can be ready in twenty minutes." Cindy lived just a block away. She excused herself and shot out the door, practically sprinting home.

Joe sat there in a daze. What had just happened? Suddenly he was going on a date with a girl he knew from six years ago. In a way, it made him proud to think that she might really be enamored of him after all this time. He assessed the situation and decided that he really did want to date her. Maybe she would provide a little diversion while he waited for his new position to open.

There was a soft knock on the door. Joe answered it and there stood Cindy looking better than he ever remembered. "Wow!" he remarked. 

"Wow!" his dad remarked, standing behind him.

"Cindy, you are just perfect," said his mom.

"Gee, thanks," was her only comment.

Joe said, "Come in and sit down. I'll be ready in five minutes." He raced upstairs and quickly cleaned up, brushed his teeth and combed his hair.

As he came down the stairs, he heard Cindy giggle and whisper something to his mother. Now he was certain that his mother was part of the plot. He just didn't know what the plot was. Ready?" he asked.

"More than ready!" came the response as she got up and headed for the door.

They got into Joe's car and started down the street. "Where do you want to go?" he asked.

"How about the drive-in?" she answered.

"Sounds good. What's playing?" he asked.

"I don't know. It doesn't make any difference."

Joe looked at her quizzically. "You don't care what's showing?"

"Nope."

The sun was setting as they pulled through the entrance to the drive-in. Joe paid the tickets and drove slowly inside, toward the front. 

"This is too close. It'll hurt my eyes." Complained Cindy.

"Okay. You pick a spot."

She pointed to the back row, over against the fence. Joe drove to the appointed spot and parked the car. "Here?" he asked.

"Yes, this will do nicely," she replied.

The lights went out and they were plunged into almost total darkness. Cindy slid across the seat next to Joe. She felt so good sitting next to him. He was getting very comfortable. She felt like home. He put his arm around her and she snuggled into his body. He felt her hand on his thigh. He put his free hand on it and moved it up a couple of notches. Her free hand went around his neck and she pulled him down to her lips. She was warm and wet and tasted so good. His tongue snaked between her lips and started to wrestle with hers. They necked and petted during the first movie. The lights came on, blinding both of them temporarily. Cindy was panting rapidly.

Joe moved her back a little. "Oh man! That was wonderful!" he told her.

"I loved it too," she answered. "We have another movie to go. I want some more of that!"

Once again the lights went down. As soon as it was dark, Joe kissed her hard again. He slid his hand up her body to her sweater. She didn't say a thing as he slipped his hand under her sweater and gently squeezed her breast. She moaned into his mouth and slid her hand all the way up his thigh. She could feel his erection on the back of her hand, but she summon the courage to grab it.

As the lights came back on, they broke their kiss and disentangled. Neither of them had any idea what the movie had been about.

Joe fired up the car and they got into the line headed out of the drive-in. "Where do you want to go now?" he asked.

"It's late and I have to work tomorrow," she replied.

"I'll take you home," he told her and pointed the car toward her house.

He parked in her driveway and shut off the motor. She was still pressed closely to him. He reached over with his left hand and once again caressed her breast. His lips met hers. Their tongues danced in the dim light of the street lamp.

"We better stop while we still can." He said.

"Yeah," she panted, "I know what you mean. My brakes aren't very good either."

He walked her to the door and again hugged her tightly to him. He kissed her in the dim light and stroked her back. She wiggled into him as tightly as she could and moaned again into his mouth. He wanted to throw her down and have his way with her right here on the porch. She wanted the same thing but instead she stammered, "I better go in now."

"Okay. I'll call you tomorrow. What time do you get off work?"

"Two thirty," she replied. She stepped inside her door and was gone.

Joe had been nursing a massive erection all night. He got into his car and almost got it hung on the steering wheel. He didn't have the biggest penis in the world, but it wasn't the smallest either.

As he lay down in his bed, his mind traveled over the events of the night. She was definitely willing. He probably could have had her in the drive-in. Why didn't he? He fell asleep pondering that question.

He woke up at ten o'clock in the morning. He didn't realize he was that tired. He wandered into the kitchen. There was a note on the table. "We have gone to the Jacob's farm. We'll be back about ten tonight, sleepy head."

He prepared a light brunch. His folks had a large TV set and he ate his food as he watched. They didn't have cable, so it was mostly vapid daytime fare. He quickly lost interest and turned it off. He started reading a book from his dad's collection. As he read, his thoughts drifted away from the book and focused on Cindy. 

If he asked her, would she go with him? Did he love her? What did he want from her? It was obvious that casual sex wasn't it. He could have had that last night. For the first time he started to doubt the wisdom of leaving his beloved Kansas and going to New York. It was one thirty when he came out of his trance. He went into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. He shaved and put his clothes on. By the time he finished, it was time to call Cindy.

The phone rang as he reached for it. "Hello, Joe?" came the inquiry.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Can I come over for a while?" It was Cindy.

"Sure, anytime."

Five minutes later there was a tapping on the door. He opened it and invited her in. 

"What do you want to do today?" he asked.

"I thought we could just sit here and talk for a while. We haven't done a lot of talking lately." She smiled.

"You are right," he laughed, "We seem to have found other ways to amuse ourselves."

"Is this only 'amusement' to you Joe?"

"Hell no! I thought about you all night. I didn't get to sleep until four this morning. I didn't wake up until ten this morning."

"For a minute there you scared me. I'll be frank with you Joe. Last night showed me that I am still in love with you. I would have fallen right over on your car seat if you had asked me to. I have saved myself for you Joe. I'm still a virgin, but my biological clock is ticking more rapidly every year. I must know how you feel about me. Am I waiting in vain, or do you have feelings for me too?"

"Cindy, last night was a wake up call for me too. I tossed and turned all night. If we hadn't stopped when we did last night, you wouldn't be a virgin now. I didn't want to stop, but I have deep feelings for you. I think I'm falling in love with you."

She jumped into his arms and squealed, "Oh Joe, I have waited so long to hear you say that to me! What are we going to do about it?'

"I guess we'll have a few more dates and then decide if we want to make it a permanent arrangement." He hugged her tightly to him.

"That's good enough for me." she remarked as she drove her tongue into his mouth. Her hands crept under his shirt and played with his chest hair. She felt his hand slide up her body, under her shirt and start caressing her breasts.

Joe could feel his erection rising. He knew that there would be no turning back now. He unbuttoned her shirt and removed it. Then he unsnapped her bra and for the first time he saw her 34B breasts swinging free. He rubbed her nipples. She moaned as she fiddled with his shirt. Soon, it joined her bra and shirt on the floor. "Let's go to my room," he suggested. 

She took his hand and led him to his room. Once inside, he shut and locked the door. When he turned around, she was naked. He dropped his pants and his boxers letting his super hard seven inches out of their compound. He walked across the room and held her tightly. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. His hands went around her butt and pulled her into him. "The bed, we need the bed," he groaned. 

He picked her up and her legs went around his waist. Her vulva was pressed against his penis, almost, but not quite enveloping him. He laid her gently on his bed and scrambled in beside her.

At last, her dreams were coming true. Joe was naked beside her. Many times she had longed for just such a scenario. She reached between them and grasped his tool for the first time. She felt him rubbing her vulva. She was getting very wet. Her vagina was producing copious quantities of lubricant.

"Oh, Joe, please, let's make love now."

"Are you sure you want this?"

She tightened her grip on his erection. "Yes, I want it now!"

Joe spread her legs and got between them. She opened them as widely as she could. Almost as soon as he entered her, he felt her hymen break. She uttered a little gasp, wrapped her legs around his butt and drove him all the way into her.

There was a little pinching sensation as her virginity flew away. She felt completely full. She was completely full of Joe. "Joe that feels so good! Come on. Show me how." She felt him start to move within her. Sensations she had only read about were assailing her mind. She could no longer think. Instincts born of three million years of breeding took over. She didn't need to learn anything. She already knew. 

Joe had never felt anything like Cindy's vagina. It was so tight he had to force his way in. Luckily she was well lubricated with her fluid emissions. After she jammed him in, it slipped in and out pretty easily. She was just so good! "I don't want to ever stop this," he informed her.

"Me too," she answered.

She didn't recognize the onset of her climax until it was upon her. She screamed her pleasure as she tightened around Joe. Jo felt the start of her orgasm and knew that she would soon be milking him dry. As she tightened around him, he started squirting his semen into her waiting receptacle. When he finished and she finished, he rolled to one side and looked deep into her eyes. "Marry me." Was all he said.

"Yes," she answered. A tear slid down her cheek. "What about your job in New York/" she asked. 

He got up, still nude and walked to the telephone. He made two phone calls and then went back to the bedroom.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"I just switched to "Plan B." he answered.

"What is "Plan"B"? She asked.

"That's where I dump the New York job and take the one in Kansas City. Are you ready to move?"

"In a heartbeat." She said. "Now let's do it again. We've got until ten o'clock," she remarked.

"Just how would you know that?" he asked.

"You aren't the only one with a "Plan B." she replied.

Plan B



Note: This scenario was suggested by my delicious online daughter "C", and is told by her.

Why was Daddy so mean to me? It's not as if he was even using the car. Just because last time I'd had a little scrape, which wasn't my fault anyway. He just treats me like a baby, that's his trouble. Thinks I'll wreck his precious BMW. Well I'll give him one more chance and then I'll have to take matters into my own hands....

"Daddy I simply MUST have the ca - ooops," shit he was asleep. Waking him up was the worst thing I could do, he gets so grumpy. Why does he fall asleep in his computer chair anyway, it looks horribly uncomfortable. Hmm. some boring financial spreadsheet on the monitor, no wonder he can't stay awake. Oh and a half empty bottle of wine! Mmmm nice. Thanks for sharing daddy hee hee.

On my honour I didn't plan it to happen this way. I really did think I would just take the keys and have the car back by the time he woke up. Gingerly I searched through his jacket hung up in the wardrobe...nothing there apart from a receipt for a dvd. I made a point of coughing quite loudly but he didn't stir....maybe

...maybe they were in his pocket. I crept round behind him. This was too weird feeling round daddy's pockets for a key. Wooops sorry about that dad...guess you dress to the right then. Ah there they are...success. 

I cautiously slipped my hand into his right trouser pocket and located the key ring with my finger tip when he let out a small moan. Shit if he wakes now! I withdrew my hand slowly and waited for him to fall back into his slumber.

Once again my fingers slid inside his trouser pocket, but what was this? Something was different - a hard bulge. Daddy! Damn him, he'd got an erection in his sleep. His left hand moved to the bulge and gently circled over it, I felt it grow bigger in his pocket with each movement. And bigger. And harder.

I managed to extract my hand without waking him, but now I had another plan which, if successful, should give me access to the car any time I like. I must admit I probably wasn't thinking straight. Dad's erection growing in my hand had caused my panties to become rather moist. Still, if all went well they would pretty soon be soaking wet.

First thing was to get his hands out of commission. I found some old cables from his drawer...daddy always keeps old leads and stuff years after they are of no practical use. Shit my heart was pounding. What was I doing? This was madness. His hand had become increasingly active and his erection was now full on and tenting his trousers. Ever so gently I lifted his wrist and replaced his hand with my own, taking over the movements so he wouldn't have too much of a shock in his dream. Mmmmmmmmmmm daddy... I was salivating at the size of the man as I slipped my free hand down my panties for a few seconds. As I thought...this daughter was wet through.

Reluctantly I left his cock and placed his wrists on the arm rests and tied the cables. Not too tight but tight enough. His dream had evidently moved on, his erection now subsided. I took the keys easily this time.

I had never really looked at dad before. I mean as a man. He was quite good looking I suppose, nicely toned body - he plays golf almost every day. I wheeled the computer chair back a few feet and sat on the edge of his desk facing him. Yes he was all right my dad. A bit stern, but that was only because he loved me. 

I opened my legs. If only he knew ...his daughter sat there with her wet panties exposed. Or maybe he'd prefer this one...I adopted the pose of porn model and pulled my panties to the side, exposing my dripping shaved cunt. hee hee...wake up daddy you don't know what you're missing. Or this one. I pulled my panties down to my knees and slipped my finger inside my hole. Ooooh that felt good....it shouldn't matter if I just let myself....ooooh...daddy, your daughter is having an orgasm 3 feet from your face...

When I opened my eyes again he was staring at me in utter disbelief. Guess I'd made a bit more noise than I thought. He took in the sight of his daughter, fingers drenched in her own cum, knickers down. Then he tried to move his arms.

"What the bloody hell...?"

This was the point of no return. There was no way of backing out now. I had to go for it with conviction or else all was lost.

Guess you made a mistake then daddy...not giving me the car tonight.

"Am I dreaming...what's going..."

"No dream father". I slipped my panties off and wafted them in front of his face..."See? Real"

"Have you gone insane child?"

"Hmmm. Maybe."

I stood up and faced him, my short skirt barely covering my pussy

"But I don't see you complaining too hard father"

With that I feverishly undid his zip and released his beautiful hard cock.

"What are you doing child...you can't just -"

"Shut it daddy. I can do as I please"

With that I forced the fragrant knickers into his mouth. He gurgled a few times then appeared to accept his fate.

"See dad, I always get my way. Whether it's the car or your - " I looked down and once again weakened at the sight - "..or your cock"

Kneeling beside him I took the very tip of his beautiful thick penis in my mouth. My tongue circled the little hole where a salty tear of precum had formed.

"Don't you DARE thrust" I warned him

He muttered something that sounded like an apology through the gag.

I took his bare cock in my hand for the first time. It felt warm and urgent, the vein throbbing against my fingers. Feeling braver by the second I licked around the frenum and stimulated his ridge with my tongue. Immediately he oozed another shot of precum. I cupped his balls in my hand then ran my tongue the entire length of his hickory hard shaft.

I knew I could make him cum any time I wanted. 

"If you cum you'll be sorry"

He nodded. Though I couldn't imagine what I was going to do if he did. Ah well, he seemed to accept it.

Standing over him I took the whole length of his cock into my mouth and throat in one easy movement. Resisting the urge to gag, I made gentle tiny swallowing movements with my tongue. I felt his cock swell in me and I looked into his eyes and saw him straining against every instinct he had to unleash his cum deep inside his daughter's throat.

By now his cock was primed. I sat back on the desk and watched his discomfort. It was as if any touch - even a gust of wind - would have triggered his ejaculation. His stem was glistening and thick. I had no doubt this was the biggest and hardest my daddy's cock had ever been

I rested my feet on his bound wrists as I sat facing him leaning back so that my young hairless cunt was wide open for him. He made no pretence but simply stared with lust. I felt a trickle of juice ooze between my cheeks as I stared at his face. His eyes seemed to burn into me, I could feel my clitoris responding to his stare. This couldn't be could it? ....without even touching myself I orgasmed again....my lips pulsating as my muscles squeezed out trickles of cum. He noticed it too....the precum was like a fountain cascading down his cock...

I took my panties from his mouth and wiped myself. He wimpered a little

"Please love..."

"What daddy?"

"Please let me come...I'm in agony"

I swirled the knickers around his cock and marvelled at how his balls were reacting...

"We-el I don't know Dad...see the car...and, well you know"

"Please. You can have the car. Really."

"Any time I like?"

I draped the panties around the head of his cock.

"Yes just...please finish me off"

"What are you saying daddy? You want me to stroke your cock like this?"

I ever so gently slipped my hand around his cock, making the faintest of contact but being careful not to stroke. Daddy moaned and once again a spurt of precum formed in an oasis at his tip

"Or perhaps you would prefer your sexy daughter to drink daddy's cum...."

Again I wrapped my lips around his increasingly agitated cock, but again I made no contact.

By now he was a wreck, I truly believe he would have given me the car, his house and all his worldly goods right then just to ejaculate in my mouth.

"Or what are you saying daddy? You want to fuck your little daughter? You want me to straddle you like this and ease my cunt down over your - oh fucking hell dad that feels - over your big thick cock?"

"Yes"

"You want me to ease myself all the way down like this, your cock buried deep inside me?"

"Let me come please"

"Daddy....we'll come together..."

"Now?"

"Now"

With barely a movement he ejaculated inside me. I felt his cock jerk at least 10 times, each time I gasped as my muscles contracted as wave upon wave of the most delicious orgasm overpowered me. We melted into each other like cream. I felt so sorry for him, not able to hold me that I reached down and untied the cables.

As I felt his strong protective arms engulf me, his still semi-rigid cock exploring my vagina I knew he loved me. I held his face and looked him in the eyes

"Dirty daddy"

"Dirty daughter"

and we fell asleep in each other's embrace.



Plan B



Linda caught herself licking her lips as she thought of the young man next door.

Six months ago Peter had come into her life in a most unusual way, and the promise of sex that swelled in her since then seemed to pale every month that nothing actually happened between them.

Just now a scene popped into her mind and tingled her pussy, something she watched a month ago. She had heard Peter's and a woman's voice filter through the thin walls between their apartments. Linda couldn't help peering through her kitchen curtains, into his living room window.

He was framed in that window--just her luck!--and she could see him kissing a short woman with long black hair. As the woman turned, Linda could see she was Japanese or Chinese. Peter and the woman sank to their knees still kissing, and the woman grabbed his belt and zipper. Linda could see the surprise on his face and then heard his moans as the woman pulled out his stout, thick cock standing at attention. The woman wasted no time taking it into her mouth, sucking on it, bobbing her head down and down and down in urgent rhythm. Linda could see the blissful look on Peter's face as the woman made him squirt his cum deep into her mouth.

Just then, he glanced over toward the window, in Linda's direction. Linda ducked away. She felt stirred up and didn't know what to do with herself.

But that was a month ago, and as the scene replayed in her mind, Linda found herself reaching her tongue out as if to take in that stout cock, and her hand slipped up to her right nipple, the one she had wanted her boyfriend to hold a few minutes ago.

She had brazenly placed her boyfriend's hand on her breast when he got home. She was naked under her smooth silk nightie. But he had pulled his hand away with a scowl and buried himself in Aviation magazine.

It was sometimes like that when Gerhard came home from work, especially the night shifts. Being an air traffic controller was so intense that he seemed to have special needs for peace and quiet. Sometimes he needed to vegetate, sometimes to fuck quickly and sleep, and sometimes he needed to go to his own apartment and talk to no one. Something about the abusive demands of his job made it hard for him to soften up at home. There were times when he felt that making Linda happy was like another job, except without pay.

But Linda wanted him enough to stick it out. After his night shift, she would put on her nightie to welcome him home and join him for his midday nap. It was good timing because her daughter Annie didn't come home from school for a few hours. And if Gerhard was in a good mood, it was decent sex, though he was tired and didn't usually last very long.

Her sister Valerie kept telling her to end it. Valerie had the blonde hair in the family, and was less cautious than Linda about men. Linda knew all about the times Valerie had been burned by men, but Valerie was smart, perky, and knew how to have fun. Linda was different; she was afraid to lose every man she got.

Now Gerhard sat reading his magazine in the living room, and in the bedroom, Linda lay on her bed, her hand cupping the breast he didn't want.

Her fingers were massaging the nipple made hard by thoughts of Peter. Her hand slid down the silk over her belly to feel the warmth and softness, and outlined the crease of her raised leg at the hip, which led her hand down to the turbulence of her pussy hair. There her nightie was moist. Thoughts of Peter seemed to get her wet any time of day or night. She slowly rubbed her hand over her pussy through the smooth nightie.

For the hundredth time she replayed the scene of Peter's first appearance in the apartment next door: There had been noises on the other side of the wall. Panic as she realized the apartment was supposed to be empty. Who had broken in?

She remembered grabbing a glass from the kitchen and quietly placing it against the wall so she could listen through it to what was going on.

Kisses, groans, moans, a creaking bed. Linda couldn't tear herself away from the wall until her boyfriend came into the bedroom.

"What iss dat happening," said Gerhard. "Who is it? Let's call the police."

And she said quickly, "No, it's fine, it's harmless." After a moment she added, "I think someone is having sex in there." She looked at her boyfriend, his mouth, his chest, his crotch, which was bulging more because of a fold in his pants than anything going on down there.

Linda turned back to the wall and continued listening. It was at this point that she flushed, hearing a woman say, "I've never felt anyone's cock stay so hard for so long."

Gerhard grumbled to her to get away from the wall, and forget about them. She got up and followed him as he walked to the living room and sat down, fidgeting. She stopped when she got to the kitchen, fiddled with some drawers, and then slipped back into the bedroom.

She listened again at the wall. It was still going on. This time she heard the woman moaning and gasping, apparently in orgasm, and then more creaking and more words: "Fuck me to the hilt, fill me up, come again, again, make it five times, five, oh, yess."

Now, six month's later, as she heard those words again in her mind, Linda's hand massaged her pussy lips and slid round her wet clit; she was breathing heavily, holding her nipple with the other hand, and her face was in anguish from the hunger in her pussy and the number five that kept haunting her--the thought of being fucked five times without stopping.

As Gerhard trudged into the bedroom to tell her he was going home, he said, "Linda, I..." But when he saw her face and hands and her writhing body, he stopped and felt himself starting to get turned on. But then he heard her whisper, "Fuck me, Peter, fuck me. Mmmmm, Peter, ohhh...."

Gerhard suddenly felt cold. He said,"Oh fuck, I'm out of here," and he marched heavily through the kitchen and living room and slammed the front door behind him.

Her eyes flew open when she heard him speak. When the door slammed, all became still. It was as if loud static on the radio had stopped and transmissions became quiet and clear.

Her mouth suddenly scowled just like Gerhard's had a few minutes ago. Something clicked in her. She was weary of frustration, and tired of temptation.

Five times on one erection! She would be happy with once or twice. But five times was probably more cock than she could handle. She trembled as a vague plan took shape in her mind. She decided to talk it over with her sister Valerie.

***************

Peter often thought about the dark, beautiful woman next door. He imagined she was passionate, just by the way she walked up the stairs, and the way her dark eyes had taken him in, even the very first time he'd seen her.

He remembered how she had smiled at him when he had introduced himself, and cringed in embarrassment at the thought that she had probably heard him through the wall, making love the day he had signed his lease and unexpectedly found the back door unlocked with an equally unexpected woman by his side.

But there was thick tension as well as attraction between them. They barely said hello when they saw each other in the stairway, yet he would watch her come up to her door, and sometimes caught her gazing at him through his window as she went down the stairs.

He steered shy of her because, first of all, she had a boyfriend. Second, she had a 7-year-old girl. Third, although he sometimes dreamed of getting it together with her, sharing apartments, drinking coffee or tequilla out on their balcony, he was also afraid that if things screwed up, it would be hell to live next door to her with no way out.

Still, she was intriguing. One time, when Tayaka had given him one of her surprise blowjobs right in his living room, he thought he saw Linda's kitchen curtains fall back into place as if she'd been watching.

Sometimes when Linda walked out her door with her boyfriend, she would lock her eyes on Peter with such intensity that Peter had to look away. He didn't want Gerhard to see the glow in his face, and he didn't know what words would come out his mouth.

***************

"You've got to do something," Valerie laughed as they started their second beer.

"Yes, I do," said Linda, "but you have got to help me."

"Right. But what can I do? I could look after Annie so you could hook up with him," offered Valerie.

"Yeah, maybe you could come over and look after Annie and just be there to help me. And you're good with guys. Help me get into his apartment with him. I can't even seem to do that."

Valerie sipped her beer. "Okay," she said. "I'll help you get in, and this time I won't let you fuck up!"

They laughed. Linda was elated. "If we don't do it soon, I'm afraid it'll never happen. ...Listen, Gerhard is flying back to Germany next Friday for a week. Can you come then?"

"You're on," laughed Valerie, and they clinked glasses. "And if it doesn't work Friday, you can try again Saturday."

"And if it does work Friday, I can try again Saturday!" chuckled Linda.

That Friday was a wet day. No, it didn't rain. It's just that Linda's pussy dripped into her panties about every hour on the hour.

Annie came home from school begging to go to a friend's house. Linda called up Annie's best friend's mother, Lois, who startled her by offering to keep Annie overnight for a slumber party. 

"They've been dying to do this for so long, is it okay with you?" asked Lois. "Linda? Hello? Are you there?"

Linda caught her breath and stammered, "Y-yeah, that's perfect, okay, I'll bring her over right away."

So it was that when Valerie came over to look after Annie, there was no Annie.

"Oh," said Valerie. "Well that's perfect! I don't have to explain why mommy's going next door for, like, all night and day!"

Linda blushed. Her heart skipped when she heard noises next door. It was Peter. She peeked through the kitchen window. He was in the living room, playing guitar. Alone.

"Look, why don't you take that German magazine and ask him if he can understand any of it? It's totally innocent. Tell him Gerhard is out of the country and you need to know what one of those sentences means."

Linda considered this plan. She looked at the magazine and picked out a boring article that had a sexy ad next to it, screwed up her courage and knocked on Peter's door.

***************

It had been a roller coaster day for Peter. He had a temp job in a mail room, very boring except for some of the female scenery. In the lunchroom that day, several of the women talked about sex as if Peter wasn't even there, and they joked about one of the managers--how handsome he thought he was, how he strutted, and how he smelled of cologne. One secretary announced she was going to get that fellow into the supply room, pull his pants down and grab his cock, and see what he was really made of.

Teresa, a young businesswoman who sat quietly listening to this conversation and slowly eating a banana, half uncrossed her legs, one calf on top of the other knee, and Peter couldn't help noticing that her skirt was open in his direction. Was that black panties or nothing in there? She caught him eyeing her and licked a bit of banana off her lips. She left Peter wondering feverishly if he had imagined it all.

He mentioned it in a slow moment to his mailroom buddy, Lief, who was a tall blond Swede. Lief told him that Teresa was a tasty treat--he said he liked to nibble on her for an entire lunch hour sometimes in the old supply room, though Peter never knew whether to believe Lief's stories.

As Peter left for the day, he used the bathroom by the old supply room and caught a glimpse of Lief and Teresa heading into it. He had been thinking of Teresa all afternoon, wanting to get to know her, and now he felt defeated and lonely.

All the way home he noticed every woman on the bus, on the billboards, on the street, but felt too defeated to look at anyone for long.

When he got home, he pulled out his guitar and plucked out some old tunes he knew well.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. This was odd, since no one could come to his door without ringing the outside bell at the bottom of the stairs. Except for Linda... Could it be Linda?

He opened the door, and caught his breath to see those dark mysterious eyes, the black hair pulled up into a braid, the full breasts pulling at the thin sleeveless white blouse--and he stopped himself from looking further down.

"Oh, hi."

"Oh I hope I'm not bothering you. Do you know any German?" said Linda. "Gerhard's gone back to Germany for a visit and I've got to figure this out." She held out the magazine page to him.

He chuckled. "Well, actually, I do know some from high school, but I don't know if I can help you. Here, let me take a look at it, and I'll let you know if I can figure it out."

Peter took the magazine without looking at it and smiled at Linda sociably. Still feeling downhearted from a frustrating day, he made to close the door, and Linda said, "OK, well, I'm home, so come knock if you figure something out."

"OK," said Peter, and he closed his door.

Linda walked back to her apartment dejected. 

Valerie jumped up. "Well?" she demanded.

"He just took the magazine and said he'd get back to me." Linda flopped down on the soft couch by the door.

"Okay, Plan B," said Valerie.

"What's that?" said Linda, as she sent her hand down her belly to rest between her legs.

***************

Peter first looked at the ad in the magazine--a large condom ad showing a cartoon penis putting on protection, and a beautiful near naked woman in the background waiting to be fucked.

Peter sighed. Don't go there, he told himself. He looked at the German article, which was something about airport runways, and since his mind was half filled with thoughts of sex and half filled with trying to stop from thinking about sex, he didn't have any room for German airport runways.

He got up, flung open his door, and knocked on Linda's door.

It opened quickly.

"Hi, come on in," said Linda nonchalantly.

Peter walked in and tossed the magazine on a table by the couch. "I'm really sorry, I don't know enough to help you with this. I'm sure Gerhard could do it when he gets back."

"Oh, well," said Linda.

Valerie surveyed the scene and chuckled to herself at the hopelessness of these two.

"Linda told me everything about you," she said.

"Oh, Peter, this is my sister Valerie."

Peter took sudden notice of Valerie--blonde, perky, friendly, intelligent looking--and felt the blood come back into his face. What did she mean, Linda told her "everything"? He nearly let it drop, and let the defeated feeling of his day batter him back into submission, but Valerie shocked him again.

"Sounded like you had a nice first visit to your apartment."

Peter didn't know what to make of this. Valerie got up and walked over behind Linda.

"Linda, I'm really sorry about all that," Peter said with a grimace. "It's, uh, always been a little embarrassing to see you and Gerhard after that. I-I'm not really like that," he stammered.

Valerie had slipped behind Linda to the front door behind Peter.

"Really, it's okay," said Linda. "It's better than hearing some crime being committed! A lot better!" Linda blushed.

Valerie placed her ass firmly on the front door and slammed it shut. "Yes," she said, "In fact, to hear Linda tell it, you have enough cock for two ladies."

Peter gasped, and Linda choked. Valerie walked up to Peter and lay her hand on his chest. "Not that I'm looking for myself, Peter," she whispered, "but my sister wants you bad."

Now the blood that had rushed to his face rushed to his cock and raised it half mast. He'd always thought about how delicious Linda might be, but there were always complications he couldn't think his way past.

Valerie slid her hand down his chest and smoothly lifted it off above the belt. She saw the bulge of his crotch and looked heatedly at Linda.

So Valerie wasn't looking when Peter gripped her at the curve of her waist and pulled her towards him. Talk about breaking the ice! She had completely melted it.

She turned toward Peter and let herself be kissed, and then suddenly found herself buried in a passionate embrace. All the plotting and planning about Peter had got to her. She held him tight and slid her hand down to feel for his butt. Peter traced the edges of her breast as it pressed against him, and moved down to her hip, which pushed against his hard bulge.

Valerie broke the kiss and turned to Linda, and held her hand out.

"Kiss her, Peter, she's dying for it."

Peter turned to Linda. She stepped toward him and he reached out for her black hair. As they kissed, they breathed deeply, breaking months of tension between them. They wrapped arms round each other but couldn't pull together too tightly because there was someone down below.

Valerie was on her knees holding Peter's hips. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped him and placed her lips on his underpants over his cock. She breathed heavily and hotly on his penis through the cloth and it responded by arching even tighter than seemed possible.

She moved up an inch and breathed hotly and moistly onto his cock, still through the underpants, while pulling his pants down to his knees. She moved lower and again breathed hot on his cock as if steaming up a cold window.

Peter was elated. He looked down to see Valerie's blonde head at his crotch and he started to peel down his underpants from the top, but she stopped him.

"We'll take care of that. Come on down, Linda, the weather's hot and steamy," Valerie cooed.

Linda kneeled down and together they peeled back Peter's underpants.

Linda gasped. She had always pictured his cock as stout and short, but now saw, up close and personal, that it was long and thick, and arched hard up to his belly button.

As Valerie pulled down his underpants all the way, Linda wrapped her long fingers round his warm cock and brought her lips close. Her own panties were soaked. She inhaled the masculine aromas, and stretched out the tip of her tongue to the base of his penis, licking it lightly upwards.

Valerie's face appeared opposite her. Peter looked down to see a head on each side of his head, one blonde, one blackhaired. He caressed the two heads and brought them towards each other.

Both women licked his cock from the bottom and sucked their way slowly up, each on her own side. As they approached the tip, their lips met around his cock, and their tongues worked magic.

Peter was ready to explode right away. Valerie felt it coming and took over the tip of his penis to take the cum as it burst into her hungry mouth, while Linda held his balls and felt the base of his throbbing cock.

Valerie pumped down and up his cumming cock; she wanted more time with it filling her mouth. He pumped loads of cum into her before slowing down.

She pulled gently away, holding the cum in her mouth. She took hold of her sister's head and looked into her dark wild eyes and kissed her full on the lips, pushing his cum into her mouth. They shared the sweet taste and smell in a long kiss.

Linda pulled away, shocked but not complaining, and turned to Peter's cock, still standing at sharp attention. She licked it clean, bobbing up and down on his shaft.

Peter gently pushed her away and pulled her up to him to kiss her deeply. He tasted his cum in her mouth, and ran both hands firmly down her back to her ass. He found it bare, firm, and ripe, and squeezed it as Linda moaned into his mouth. Valerie had pulled down Linda's skirt and panties and was busy taking them off her feet.

Peter slid his hands off Linda's ass and onto the backs of her thighs, bent his own knees and hoisted her up to straddle him. Linda was caught off guard and took a moment to realize that this thin young man was strong enough to hold her up.




Plan B



He buried his face in her cleavage, nuzzling the thin blouse down as he tongued the top of her left breast. In the grappling of a moment, Linda undid her own bra and pulled up her blouse to expose full breasts and pointy nipples. Peter sucked in most of one breast and circled the nipple with his crazed tongue. He held her tight round the small of her back, and suddenly felt hands on his cock--Valerie's hands--guiding the tip of his cock into Linda's pussy from below.

Linda moaned and eased down on his cock, at first holding onto Peter for dear life, but then abandoning herself to him, her head thrust back, her breast being devoured by his mouth, and her pussy finally filled with his long, thick cock to the hilt. She rode up and down slowly in ecstasy.

Peter staggered a little as he eased his way toward the soft couch. Somehow they fell back into the couch without breaking stride; Linda felt his full weight on her and locked her legs round his ass as he drove into her again and again. 

Peter felt a foot by his face and looked up for a moment to see Valerie sitting against cushions at the other end of the couch a few feet from his head. He was looking straight at Valerie's dripping cunt which bucked as her fingers dipped in and out of it. Her face was aglow, her chest heaving.

The sight ignited Peter's cock, and he came hard and quivering into Linda's pussy. He kissed Linda and bent down to suck hard on her right nipple while keeping his cock all the way in her. His hand found her clit while his mouth and his other hand squeezed her breasts together to bring both her erect nipples into his mouth at the same time. His tongue went wild over the two nipples, circling and flicking them with the same rhythm as his finger on Linda's clit.

But it was Valerie who came first, with a moan and a groan and a shaking of the couch. Linda's convulsions echoed just seconds later. The orgasms hardened Peter's cock and he looked up to see Valerie's soaking pussy just inches from him. He reached for her legs and pulled her to his mouth, tasting her sloppy pussy, licking from one end to the other of her slit. He sucked lightly on her clit and poked his tongue into her pussy, and slid back up to her clit. She rocked and came again and pulled his head into her feverishly.

Linda extricated herself from Peter and rolled onto the rug to catch her breath. She peered up onto the couch to see Peter pulling himself up Valerie's sweaty belly to her breasts, smaller than Linda's but with nipples that stood up like erasers. Peter loved sucking and kneading them with his tongue and lips and Valerie's moans never seemed to stop.

Valerie gasped when his cock, still hard, arched into her cunt, slipping in easily, coated as it was in his own cum and her oozing juices. Her body fit him differently than Linda's--leaner, stronger, more compact, and he rode her side to side and forward and backward, face to face, kissing her deeply, their sweaty bodies slipping and sliding against each other. She couldn't get enough of his hard cock filling her again and again. When Peter arched his back to sit more upright, she sat up with him in his lap, and they bounced wildly on the soft couch until he came hard up into her and bent back with Valerie collapsing on top of him. They lay there quivering.

Linda traced her hands over them both, lightly, like a feather. Val's body twitched as Linda traced her fingernails lightly over her sister's bare sweaty back, down to her ass, and between her legs to Peter's balls, down his legs, and up Val's, tracing her fingers between Peter and Valerie up to Val's nipple and Peter's underarm, his shoulder, hair, forehead. Linda kissed him.

Val's pussy released Peter's cock, and she sat back on the couch. She laid a warm hand on his wet, softening cock, and slid her hand down his leg to rest it on his thigh.

Suddenly Valerie laughed. She reached for her sister and they hugged. Peter watched dreamily.

Slowly Peter got up, and collected his clothes. "I'm going to my place to take a shower," he said.

"Me too," said Linda. "I mean the shower, not your place. Why don't you come back over when you're done?"

"Definitely," said Peter.

"I'm going to fix us all something to eat," said Val. "Don't use up all the hot water, Linda."

Just as Peter reached his door, he heard the key in the lock downstairs opening the outside door. He slipped into his apartment without turning on the light, and peered out the stairway window to see who it was. It was Gerhard.

"Oh my God," Peter whispered to himself. He sank into his own couch, tired, happy, and relieved to be safely home.

A few moments later, a knock came on his door.

"Oh my God," Peter thought again. But this time he was afraid. He squeezed himself against the window to see if he could make out who it was. It didn't look like Gerhard.

He threw on his shirt and pants, as the knock came again. He opened the door.

"Hi," said Valerie, pushing her way in. She kissed him on the mouth and whispered, "Guess what? Gerhard's home. He decided he couldn't go without his Linda."

"Boy am I glad I left when I did." Peter held her tight, relieved that there wasn't some violent scene of betrayal from Gerhard, and happy to hold Valerie in the quiet darkness.

"Can I use your shower?" she asked.

"Only if you share it with me," he said.

After their shower, they ate some fruit, grabbed some drinks, and started getting dressed in Peter's bedroom, until they both realized how stupid that was. They stripped again and embraced under the covers of his bed.

Suddenly they heard the noises. Gerhard and Linda were going at it in the bed on the other side of the wall. Valerie stifled a laugh. They could hear everything.

"This is how it was when I moved in, except it was me making the noise!" Peter said.

"We're just going to have to be real quiet," said Val. "I need my mouth stuffed with something to keep me quiet. Got any suggestions?" she said, gliding her hand to Peter's hardening cock and spreading his slippery precum over the tip.

"Yeah, I need something in my mouth too, or who knows what embarrassing noises I might make!" said Peter, reaching deep under the covers down her smooth belly to find her clean, warm, dampening pussy.



Plan B



You've had a rough day. I can see it in your face, in the way you carry yourself. I had plans for tonight- plans to make you my sex slave- but I can tell now those plans won't fly. I need to change gears quickly and try to gauge what I can do that will best fulfill your sexual needs as well as mine. Clearly you're in no mood to be dominated-work has fucked you enough today you don't need it at home too. Perhaps giving you a chance to let off some steam would do the trick.

We get home after a nice dinner and a big pitcher of sangria. You seem more relaxed but still slightly tense. I lead you upstairs by the hand and enter the bedroom. I quickly undress then practically drag you to the bed and begin tearing off the bedclothes to reveal the velcro sheets underneath. You see what I'm doing and start to help. I kneel on the bed stretching out towards one corner, purposely thrusting my hips and ass up and out towards you. 

This has the desired effect as you quickly grab my bottom and pull me towards you on my hands and knees. You shove your face in between my legs. Roughly you spread my cheeks and start to investigate the hot moistness you find there with your tongue. I moan as you find my clit and then slide back to probe my ass. You let out a growl, dig your fingers into my ass cheeks and then suddenly let go.

I hear your belt buckle and the swish of your belt coming out of the belt loops and then nothing. You move from behind me, and open the drawer in the bed side table. You pull out the velcro restraints and my glass dildo. Seeing this, I feel the moistness between my legs increase and start to drip down my thighs. You're quickly back at my side and before I even register what's happening you have pulled me half way off the bed so that I'm standing stretched, bent over with my breasts flattened on the mattress, arms in front of me and my hips pressed against the edge of the bed. Happy with my position you strap the wrist restraints in place then nudge my legs farther apart with your foot. Now you have complete access to my ass and my pussy.

"Don't move." you tell me. Then suddenly I feel the sharp sting of your belt on my ass. I groan and my pussy convulses. You start out with several soft lashes of the belt, getting increasingly harder as you go. You notice I'm beginning to hump the bed- my ass reaching back for the next stroke of the belt. You stop and lay the belt down. I feel you move behind me and I feel the cold hard tip of the dildo at the opening of my cunt. Slowly you ease it inside me. I'm so wet from the beating it slides in easily. You grab my hair and pull my head to the side. 

Fiercely you whisper in my ear "Don't let it drop." 

I clench my pussy tightly against the glass and the feeling of it almost makes me come right there. And then I see you grab the leather strap.

"Oh God" I moan. 

You haven't used the strap on me yet but I know it's going to hurt. I feel your hand press down on the small of my back- like I could go anywhere- and then the smooth cool leather caresses my skin. It feels nice against my blazing hot ass. You slowly rub the strap along my bottom, down my thighs and up towards my pussy. You're teasing me, making me wait and agonize over when the soft strokes will turn into the sharp sting I know is coming. I can tell you're enjoying this.

Suddenly the strap is gone and my pussy clenches down involuntarily in anticipation of the pain. The dildo you had shoved deep in my cunt starts to slip. The glass is coated in my juices and it's too slick for me to hold onto. Desperately my pussy grasps at the hard rod trying to pull it back inside. I don't want to drop it and suffer the punishment you'll surely inflict if I do. I arch my back slightly giving me a better angle and I manage to keep the dildo in place. The effort has caused me to become even more aroused and I'm sure I'll come as soon as the first stroke of the strap lands on my ass. 

But again you start out softly, a few light slaps on my ass to warm me up, to test the feel of your new toy and my reaction to it. And then the blows start getting harder. Each stinging blow to my ass causes my pussy to clench and convulse around the dildo. Each strike brings me closer and closer to orgasm. The pain somehow turns to pleasure and my nipples stiffen against the sheets.  I start to sweat and every time you strike me I let out a groan of half pain half pleasure. Though my mind tells me to try to escape the blows my ass and hips thrust backwards of their own accord eagerly trying to meet each new lash. I hear your breathing change as you watch me writhing, strapped to the bed, a dildo shoved deep in my cunt, and my body begging to be hit harder and harder. Your breathing is getting quicker, heavier and the blows are coming faster. I gasp and moan feeling the pleasure build and I feel the energy flowing off of you as you hit me.

"Yes!" I scream. "Oh God, yes!" I can feel the swell of my orgasm begin to take me. 

"That's it." You hiss. "Come for me you dirty little slut! Come while I whip you." 

The pleasure is intense, my entire body begins to convulse and spasm, and my pussy clutches desperately at the glass dildo. I pull at the wrist restraints and my back arches as I let out a scream. You land one last well placed strike against my ass which causes me to convulse again and then I feel your hand in between my legs. You grasp the dildo and pull it out, then roughly shove it back in, keeping my orgasm flowing through me. With your other hand you pinch at my clit making me whimper. You know just how to keep me going, my body responds to you like it has to no other. You start fucking me with the dildo as you rub at my clit and I come again, or keep coming, I can't tell which. I feel your hot breath against my ear.

"You are such a whore." You whisper in my ear. 

"Yes." I moan back in response.

"You just came from being beaten. What kind of girl gets off on being spanked?" you ask me.

I'm still in the fog of my orgasm and answering you is difficult. I try to find the words but all I manage to get out is a soft groan "Unnhhhhh." I say. 

My body quivers and bucks as you continue to shove the dildo in and out of my cunt and finger my clit. You know I can't think straight when I'm like this. Still, you use my failure to answer you as an excuse to give my as another hard swat with your hand. 

"Answer me." You demand. "What kind of girl gets off on being spanked?" You ask again as you grind your hips against my sore ass. I can feel how hard your cock is through your slacks and I want you inside me. 

"Whore." I groan. "A whore." 

"That's right." You say. "A dirty. Little. Whore." You punctuate each word with a sharp thrust of the dildo into my soaked pussy. This sends me over the edge again, and you watch as I scream and clutch against the restraints. 

"Oh God!" I scream "Oh fuck me. Please fuck me!" I beg. 

"Oh I intend to." You reply. "But dirty little whores like you get fucked in the ass. You like it when I fuck your ass, don't you?" Oh, God, you're asking me more questions.

"Yes!" I manage to squeal as you firmly shove the dildo into my cunt one last time.

I hear you unzip your pants as you tell me, "Say it. Tell me you like my cock in your ass."

"Ohhhhhh" I groan again. "I love your cock in my ass. Please fuck my ass, please!" 

I'm still so aroused from the beating and the sustained orgasm that my pussy literally dripped juices around the dildo and down my thighs. You run your hand between my legs and back up in between my cheeks to lubricate my ass with my own come. I feel your finger press into my tight opening and I groan. 

"Oh fuck!" I scream. 

You shove your finger in deeper and then pull it out lubricating it more and then you begin to finger fuck my ass. With your other hand you slide your dick up and down my hot dripping slit, coating yourself. You smack your cock up against my clit making me jump. Then you slide your dick back, slowly making your way towards my ass. I feel the head of your rock hard cock press up against my hole and I feel you increase the pressure trying to force your impossibly huge rod into my tight little ass. You press against me harder, forcing my hips into the edge of the bed and I press back against your cock willing myself to relax and open up to you. Then I feel you slide in. Oh that incredible fullness of the dildo in my pussy and your cock in my ass takes me over completely and I moan. 

"Fuck, babe." You groan. "Your tight little ass feels so fucking good!"

"Yes, oh God yes. Please." I answer.

"Please what, baby?" you ask.

"Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Please!"

You grasp my hips and pull back a little, then in one hard move you thrust your cock all the way back into my ass. We scream out together and you start to pound into me. Almost immediately I can feel my orgasm building. You reach one hand around to press on my clit as you continue your violent assault on my ass. I feel your cock starting to swell and stiffen in my ass.

"You little bitch!" you scream. "Your tight fucking ass is pulling the come out of me."

And I can feel it. My pussy and my ass are tightening around your cock, milking you, pulling and convulsing around your hot solid dick and the glass dildo. I feel so full and so tight I'm afraid I'll actually explode. 

"Oh, oh yes, fuck my ass baby! Come in my ass! I want to feel you fill my ass with your come!" I scream. 

I know these words will send you over the edge. You growl, dig your fingers into my hips and my clit and I feel your cock explode inside my ass. I feel your come coat the walls of my ass as you continue to pump in and out of me and this feeling of your dick pulsing and your hot come in my ass causes my own orgasm to rip through my body. I clamp down on your dick, on the glass dildo and my entire body locks. I hold on so tight you can't even move inside me. I wail as my body convulses and quivers around your cock until finally I manage to relax and let go. You collapse onto my back, your dick still imbedded deep in my ass. You brush the hair away from my face and kiss me tenderly on the cheek. 

Staring into my eyes you say, "Thanks, honey. I really needed that." And you smile. I smile back.

"Anytime, sexy. I'm yours anytime you want. You know that." I reply. "Now can you do me a favor and get me out of these cuffs?" 

You place your hand on my cheek and smile sweetly at me as you say, "Oh my dirty little slut, you didn't really think we were done yet, did you?"



Plan B



Master had warned her once that he wouldn't let her go easily.

"Twenty strokes. Wiggle that ass and show me how much you want it," Master ordered.

Connie straddled the narrow wooden bench and tried not to think as she twirled and swung her hips obediently as he landed thirty strokes on her upturned ass. The slim silver chain threaded through the ring at the front of her leather collar and clamped lightly to her nipples tugged lusciously at her tender flesh as she gyrated.

"Faster," he told her, and she obeyed. This will be the last time, she reminded herself, silently counting the paddle strokes.

This was the last day of their contract, and Master had warned her when she'd arrived at the abandoned warehouse that he would make it memorable. But she'd finally had enough of his particular brand of fun. On his orders, she'd serviced every man -- and several women -- in his circle of playmates while took photos, but she hadn't been allowed an orgasm for six months.

And that's what she'd told him when he'd asked her a month ago to continue their contract. "Do whatever you want with the photos," she'd told him. "There will be consequences for you as well. Just remember that."

Paddling finished, he ordered her to lie on her back on the bench with her hands at her sides. He knelt beside her to cuff her wrists to the bench's metal legs. Her ankles were next, but he had a surprise for her. A spreader bar dangled from the ceiling, and he lifted her ankles to cuff them to either end of the bar. 

When he was done, Connie lay on the bench with her legs raised and spread in a wide "V," leaving her breasts, her ass and her pussy completely exposed.

Master knelt between her legs to fasten a slim leather belt around her waist, and a second later, Connie gasped as he pushed a huge vibrator up into her pussy, inserting it fully. She had to thrust her hips up off the bench to take the monstrous vibrator all the way into her body, and she squealed a little as Master turned it, adjusting it so that the little "finger" that extended from the thick plastic shaft rested snugly against her neglected clit. The anal plug was next, and she flinched at the cool trickle of lube between her ass cheeks. Master smeared a layer of lube on the plug itself, then told her to take a deep breath as he pushed it up into her in a single, firm stroke. She groaned a little when it finally slid past the tight ring of muscle, stretching and filling her completely.

"Lift up," he ordered her, and she raised her hips again as he fastened a second leather belt to the one around her waist, threading it through the ring in the base of the ass plug and pulling it taut to hold the vibrator in place before fastening it in front again to the original belt. 

Connie squealed louder when he turned the vibrator on, her hips bucking involuntarily as the monster began buzzing insistently between her legs.

"Pay attention," he said calmly, and Connie tried to ignore the growing heat building between her legs. "I'm going to lock the door with this padlock when I leave in a minute. You'll need to give the combination to whoever comes to get you out of here. I suggest you repeat it after me, because I'm only going to tell you twice. It's 6, 17, 43, 5. Repeat it."

"What?" She yelped as he tugged the nipple chain hard. She was so close to coming. "What are you doing?"

"The combination is 6, 17, 43, 5. Repeat it."

Another tug, then another. "6, 17, 43, 5," she babbled, then screamed as an intense orgasm shot through her body.

"Now open your mouth and suck me dry," he ordered. "And you'd better memorize that combination, because you won't be able to call me for help."

Then he was fucking her mouth, making her gag a little as he thrust deeper and deeper. She whimpered, trying to tongue and suck him, but it was impossible to concentrate on anything but the whirr between her legs and the tugs and pulls at her poor nipples.

She came twice before Master did, hips bucking involuntarily off the rough wooden bench.

"What's the combination?" he demanded, zipping himself up.

Connie moaned, trying to remember. "17...no....6, 17, 43, 5." Another tug, and she was coming again, moaning with pleasure and helpless humiliation as her body responded to the relentless vibrator.

"I'm going to lock you in now. In an hour, I'll call someone to come and get you, but you'll have to give them the combination or wait for them to find some way to cut the padlock off." He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at him. "Enjoy your orgasm."

He wiped her face clean with a towel, flipped the lights off, and then he was gone. Connie called out to him not to leave her, but he didn't answer. She watched him close the door, heard him click the padlock in place and then heard his footsteps as he walked away, leaving her there in the darkness.

She was sure, for the first half-hour or so, that he would come back, that the price for setting her free would be an extension of their contract. She bit her lip, determined not to let him hear her come as one orgasm after another rippled through her.

She was limp with exhaustion and dripping with sweat when she realized that he really had abandoned her here. Her body responded readily to the vibrator, and she was coming more intensely, more rapidly as the vibe buzzed steadily between her legs.

Her back and legs ached, and she found that raising her hips eased the pressure, but the movement just drove the vibrator and the plug deeper inside her, making her come even harder.

She tried to distract herself by wondering who Master would call to free her. The police? That would be an additional layer of humiliation. She worked for the District Attorney's office and knew many of the cops who worked in this part of town. And there would be an official report, which would effectively end her career.

The fire department? Not much of an improvement, she thought. They'd call the police and then two official agencies would be privy to her humiliation.

She pictured half a dozen cops and firefighters gathered around the bench to watch her writhe and wonder just what the hell was going on. She could almost see their hard-ons tenting their uniform trousers as one of the detectives she had a crush on discovered the anal plug and called the others in for a closer look....

And then she was coming again, harder than ever, hard enough that she was sobbing and gasping for breath when her climax finally ended.

She heard herself panting, felt the blood pounding in her ears as her body grew calmer. She shifted a little, trying to raise her hips a bit, and stretched her arms and legs as much as she could. She could only imagine how she must look, stuffed full and spread open for anyone who cared to look. Connie sighed and shifted again, trying to get more comfortable. The bench's rough wooden surface felt good under her skin. She was exhausted, but still horny, she acknowledged, and then her clit began to twitch again and she felt her pussy contract around the vibrator that filled her, and she groaned, knowing another orgasm was imminent.

A heartbeat later, she was coming, almost screaming as her hips ground futilely. Every time she came, her body's bucking motion caused the chain to pull at her nipples, and the tug went straight to her too-eager clit. The slim leather belt fastened tight between her legs didn't just hold the vibrator against her clit; it created its own constant friction against the overheated little nub. The stimulation was constant and overwhelming. 

But it wasn't enough. She wanted the weight of a man's body over hers, she thought, and her pussy clenched at the idea. Even with the monstrous plastic cock filling her, all she really wanted was to be fucked senseless.

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on just breathing.

But all she really wanted was a cock, hot and thick and pumping her hard. She could just imagine it, her tied helplessly to the bench as two, no, three uniformed cops waited their turn to fuck her while the firefighters lined up for her mouth. She could feel their fingers tormenting her nipples, their hands kneading and smacking her ass as their cocks pounded into her pussy.

And then she was coming again, her body spasming in exhausted pleasure. She sweated and writhed, but could barely do more than moan when she thought she heard something just outside the locked door.

Her body stilled for a second and she tried to catch her breath when a voice called out, "Connie?"

Oh, God, she thought, panicking as she recognized the voice.

"Connie, it's Mike. Are you in there? Are you all right?"

No, no, no....Not her boss. For a second, she thought she might be too panicked to come again, but the familiar flush of heat began building as Mike pounded at the door. "Connie, the door's locked. Are you all right?"

He wore wing tips, she thought, and respectable striped tied and three-piece suits. And several months ago, before he'd been made her boss, he'd asked her out repeatedly. She'd refused politely every time.

They had nothing in common, she'd explained, but he'd always countered with a new strategy. "There's always a Plan B," he'd told her, and a day or two later, he'd ask her out again.

How in God's name could she explain this? And how had Master known to call Mike?

And then she was coming again, unable to keep from groaning as the pounding at the door grew more frenzied. "Connie!"

"I'm here," she called back weakly. Her throat was so dry that she could barely talk. "I'm all right."

"There's a padlock on the door. I'll call the police and tell them to bring a bolt-cutter," Mike said. He sounded much calmer. 

"No!" God, she thought, no cops. "I know the combination. It's...." Her mind went blank, then she heard Master's voice, remembered the slap of the paddle on her bare skin. "It's 6, 17, 43, 5."

"What?" 

She heard him fumbling, and repeated the numbers again, more slowly. He muttered a few curse words, then she heard a click and the door swung open as he entered the room.

"Jesus, are you all right? Where are the lights?" He found the switch somehow and Connie winced as the lights came on.

The room fell silent except for Connie's ragged breathing as he caught sight of her. He just stared for a few seconds and she wanted to die, wanted the earth to open up and swallow her as she felt him take in her predicament.

His face was almost expressionless when he asked, "Who did this?"

"Please, just get me out of here," Connie said. "Please, Mike."

"Were you kidnapped? Is this related to a case? Tell me who did this!"

He stood over her, just staring down at her, and she could feel his eyes slide from the collar and nipple chain to her crotch, the black plastic vibrator, the leather belts, her restless hips. Her poor clit was so hyper-stimulated that she couldn't keep still now, couldn't catch her breath. She was in a near-constant state of orgasm, and it was sheer torture. 

"Is this some kind of game?" he finally asked. 

Connie wanted to howl as another wave of heat began building. "Please, Mike. I really can't take much more."

"Tell me exactly what is going on here -- and I mean exactly -- or I will leave, lock that door again and call the cops to tell them someone phoned in a tip that an ADA is being held hostage at this address," he said, slipping one index finger under her nipple chain and lifting his finger just enough to barely pull at the poor little buds. "And you can explain yourself to the SWAT team."

And then she was howling, almost shrieking as the most intense orgasm yet slammed through her, forcing her hips to thrust up wildly. Mike watched her writhe and moan, taking in her flushed skin and wild dark hair.

When her breathing was almost normal, he hooked his finger in the chain. "Tell me everything" -- a firm tug punctuated each syllable and Connie blubbered with exhaustion and humiliation -- "or I will leave you here and call the cops."

She could only sob for several seconds until he yanked hard at the chain, making her yelp. A second later, he was tugging each clamp, stretching her nipples taut and she was babbling, telling him about the photos, the games, the other men, and finally, her decision to leave their arrangement.

"And this is his revenge?" Mike said. "Leaving you like this?"

"Yes," she said, and started sobbing again. 

"Well, that gibes pretty well with the pictures he's been sending me for the last month or so," he said.

Connie was so exhausted that it took a minute for his words to sink in. "Pictures?" she said weakly.

"Mm-hmm. You photograph well, I have to say. Those red boots? That's a good look for you," he said. He unfastened the clamp on her right nipple, then the left and Connie couldn't help groaning with relief. "And the ass plug with the pink feathers? Yowza." 

The memory of Master ordering her to shake her tail feathers made her blush, then blanch. Then Mike was touching her, his palms feather light against her nipples. "What are you doing?" she asked. His touch grew surer, kneading the warm flesh of her breasts, sending an electric jolt through her. "Mike, stop it!"

"You're really not in a position to make any demands," he said calmly. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, then rolled them lightly between his fingers. "But I gotta say, I really like my position."

Connie groaned, shaking her head in protest as she felt another orgasm approaching. "Please don't," she said.

Mike kept one hand on her breast while he unfastened his trousers and drew his half-hard cock out with the other. He rubbed the shaft lightly over her face until he was fully erect, then laid the head against her lips. "Kiss it," he ordered, and she closed her eyes and brushed her lips lightly against it. "You're going to suck me while you come. Start with my balls. I want a nice, wet tongue bath, and I want you to show me how much you enjoy it."

And then he was straddling her, pulling her head back as he half-knelt over her. She opened her mouth, knowing she really had no choice, and began lapping at him. He smelled good, she thought, clean but masculine, his velvety sac salty and warm to the taste. She licked him slowly and thoroughly as he fondled her breasts. Her hips moved in little circles as she felt her own orgasm building oh, so slowly this time, a little white-hot bubble swelling gradually at her center.

"Take them in your mouth," Mike instructed his voice a little ragged. She opened wide, taking him in, wrapping her lips lightly around him. He groaned, hips jerking, when she began tonguing him, then sucking him. "That's it. You know what to do."

He pinched her nipples hard and she whimpered, her hips bucking as the sensation went straight to her clit. "Like that?" He pinched her again. "Now my cock. I want to feel you come with me in your mouth."

She opened her mouth to him and he thrust in hard, tilting her head back to force her to take him deeper. She ran her tongue along his rigid shaft as he slowly fucked her mouth. His hands wandered from her breasts to her sides, fingers trailing lightly along her ribcage, then he was rubbing her stomach and leaning forward so that he could stroke her mound.

Connie whimpered a little as he ran his hands over her swollen pussy lips, but kept licking. She swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting him. Her clit was buzzing; she was just at the edge of coming, but the vibrator seemed to be slowing and she wondered if the batteries were finally dying.

Mike parted her labia, fingers tracing her dripping-wet folds and she moaned around his cock, hips jerking at his touch. 

He thrust more deeply into her mouth. "Oh, I know where you want my cock," he teased, and began pumping steadily. He slipped a finger under the leather belt that rested against her clit, under the vibrator's buzzing little finger, and began rubbing her clit directly. His touch made her squeal and buck and wrap her lips more tightly around his cock. "That's right," Mike crooned, tweaking and strumming her clit until she was humping shamelessly against his fingers. "Take my cock. You love it don't you? Do you want it in your pussy? Do you want me fucking that pretty cunt?"

Yes, yes, yes, she thought, suddenly desperate to come as she opened her mouth wider for him. He thrust in hard, forcing her deep-throat him, and then came with a deep groan, hips jerking wildly in her mouth. His fingers kept working her clit as he poured into her, and then she was coming, squirming under his hand as she swallowed his cum.

He ordered her to lick him clean, and she complied. He kept playing with her while she cleaned him up, making her come twice more.

Finally, he pulled his hand away and straightened up his clothing.

"Let me tell you how this will work," he said, the dry edge back in his voice. "You and I will begin our own arrangement, or those photos your former friend sent me will end up on our boss's desk. From now on, I own you, 24/7. You will obey me without question, and this your first order: You will have no further contact with your former friend. If he tries to force the situation, tell me, and I'll deal with it. I can and will make his life very unpleasant. Any questions?"

Connie closed her eyes, not sure she'd ever felt so defeated. She'd never been blackmailed into sexual submission before. "No questions," she said.

Mike leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Cheer up," he said, kneeling to unfasten the cuffs at her wrists. "This'll be a lot more fun than that dinner you turned down."

The following Monday, he entered his office to find her waiting for him, just as he'd instructed. She was bent over his desk, ass high, legs wide, naked except for her garter belt and stockings and simple black pumps. She'd placed the paddle on the desk to her right.

Thirty strokes every morning, he'd told her, and she was to count them out loud. On the tenth stroke, she gasped when he slipped one hand between her legs to seek out her clit. "Keep counting," he told her calmly, fingers stroking steadily. "Make a mistake, and we'll start over."

By the 25th stroke, she was coming hard, bucking under the paddle, but somehow managing to keep the count straight.

She was still panting when Mike told her to put the paddle away and get dressed. "It's important to establish a routine, don't you think?" he asked. "This is how we'll start every morning."

She was just about to leave to head to her own office when he called her back, and she noticed the twinkle in his dark eyes. "We have dinner reservations for 8:30," he said.

She just stared, not sure how to respond to this new mood. He winked at her. "Just imagine what I'll do to you if you're late," he said softly, and Connie felt herself blushing. He winked again. "8:30, baby."

She wandered back to her office, equally enjoying the twinges in her backside and between her legs. Pulling her office door closed, she let herself consider his blackmail threat, the paddling, the orgasm he'd just given her.

"Dinner reservations," she said aloud.

A minute or two later, Mike heard her laughter drift down the hall and grinned.

Always a Plan B.



Plan B



Beverly was psyched. She'd been waiting for this opportunity for a little over two years; that's how long it took her to get her body back into shape after giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. She wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and admired her new body. Gliding her hands over her toned tummy, she was thankful that the daily applications of lotion to her expanding abdomen during her pregnancy had staved off the emergence of stretch marks on her flawless white skin, now tawny from a summer in the sun. Her finger tips traced the faint line of her C-section scar, now no more than a thin, pink crease at her bikini line just above her hairless mound.

"Thank god for modern medicine," she said to herself in the mirror, gently caressing her protruding pussy lips. Sliding her middle finger between her fleshy folds and into her tight fuck-hole, she was glad she had not had to subject her vagina to the ordeal of natural childbirth. She was sure her well hung husband was equally pleased. He regularly voiced his appreciation for both her tight little pussy and her newly enlarged breasts, now filling a DD cup. She hefted the plump mammaries, admiring their firmness and their exceptionally large and perpetually hard, pink nipples. On her small frame, they looked even bigger. Even her hips were rounder, her cute bubble but now transformed into a rear approaching Kardashian proportions. But they made her feel like a complete woman, so she struck a pin-up pose, and flashed a sexy smile of approval at her reflection.

The thought of childbirth had terrified Beverly, yet she felt that she wouldn't have reached womanhood until she had given birth to another life. The process had proved even harder than she had imagined and in the end, although immensely rewarding, Beverly had been irreversibly changed. Mentally, she had fought serious bouts of depression that destroyed her sex drive. She focused all of her energy and attention on her new born to the point of neglecting not only her husband but herself as well. One day she saw her husband stop dead in his tracks while mowing the lawn so that he could watch the neighbor's teenage daughter as she passed on her run through the neighborhood. She became emotionally distraught and called her friend for advice.

The next morning, over coffee, Beverly's friend Meredith warned her that every time she turned down her husband's advances, she pushed him closer to fulfilling his sexual needs outside the home. It was at that point that Beverly decided to turn things around in her life. She began to go to the gym on a regular basis. Her husband Dan even suggested that she hire a babysitter who could give her a break on a regular basis so that she could have some time to spend on herself.

"That's a great idea, honey," she told her husband. 

"Yeah, and I've got just the person," he offered enthusiastically.

"Oh?" asked Beverly, turning and posting her hand on an acutely thrust hip. She raised a suspecting eyebrow.

"Yeah, Amy Ferguson from down the street," he said smiling gleefully as if this were the greatest bit of news he could be sharing with his wife.

Beverly paused briefly before speaking, a strategy she had learned from online research at self-help web sites. This particular strategy would help her control her thinking and help her to keep her emotions from controlling her decision making. She realized that her husband may be just exhibiting a male's natural tendency to be attracted to pretty young girls. There was no real harm if all he wanted to do was look. Besides, it did make perfect sense logistically considering she lived within walking distance of their house.

Amy Ferguson lived four doors down and on the other side of the street from Beverly and Dan McClain. In the five years that they have lived in the neighborhood, the McClains have watched Amy grow from a bicycle-riding middle schooler to an automobile driving high school senior. Beverly had to admit that Amy had in fact grown into a very sexy and curvaceous young woman who, in many ways reminded Beverly of herself when she was in high school. 

"Amy Ferguson, hunh..." smirked Beverly. "She's quite the athlete, considering how big her boobs are."

"I know, and she posted an ad on the neighborhood web site offering her babysitting services," added Dan.

"So, you think I should call her?" asked Beverly coyly.

"Are you kidding?" smiled Dan. "Does the pope shit in the woods?"

"I guess you'd like that pretty young thing prancing around this house then?" she asked playfully punching her husband in the arm.

"Then I'd have two pretty young things to watch prance around this house," he said smacking her butt loudly as he passed her on his way through the kitchen to the garage. 

That was four months ago, and now Beverly was seeing the results of having spent quality time on herself. She didn't know if it was the sense of competition she felt having Amy around, or if it was the more stable emotional state she had achieved since the hormones released during pregnancy had finally dissipated, but her retarded sex drive had been resurrected with a vengeance as she found her pussy moistening from the sexual thoughts that now regularly flooded her mind. She had sexually assaulted her husband on three separate occasions last month, leaving her willing victim spread eagled and panting on the bed, mumbling her name incoherently.

Two weeks ago, Beverly asked Amy if she could baby sit on a Monday night. She and Dan had received an invitation to a Monday Night Football Halloween party hosted by a bar the couple had once frequented when they were dating. It was to be a sports related theme for the costumes, so Amy asked Beverly what she would be wearing.

"Oh, I have no idea," said Beverly with an exasperated tone.

"Why don't you go as a cheerleader!" gushed Amy. "I could lend you one of my uniforms."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Amy," started Beverly. 

"Why not? I mean, you're like my size and everything. You'd look really cute," said Amy smoothing Beverly's hips with her hands as if sizing her up.

Beverly stopped and thought about it. This could be interesting for Dan, and if his excitement were heightened, it could only mean good things for Beverly's pussy.

"And Dan, I mean, Mr. McClain, could be like a pro basketball player! I mean he's gotta be like six four or five, right?" continued Amy, making a case for her costume idea.

Beverly began to fantasize about the fun she and her husband could get up to in their costumes. So, she agreed to borrow Amy's uniform. They made plans for Amy to get their house by eight. Their daughter Olivia wanted Amy to read her a bed time story and tuck her in for the night before her parents left for the evening. The couple planned to leave at 8:15 to make the forty-five minute drive to the bar. 

The fact that Beverly's period had started on the same morning she had made baby sitting plans with Amy helped her with her scheme to deny her husband sex right up until the night of the party. She wanted him champing at the bit when she hoped to ride her horse-cocked stallion to many orgasms when they got home after the party. The thought of multiple orgasms sent a shiver down Beverly's spine. She finished toweling off and went into the bedroom to put on her costume.

Amy's cheerleading uniform was a two piece affair. It was navy blue with goldenrod trim. Though the top was tight, it showed no cleavage, and it terminated just above her belly button. The short skirt hung to just below her butt cheeks and there was a V-shaped vent that opened on the front of her left thigh when she walked. She put the garments on and walked around the bedroom looking at her reflection from different angles in the mirror. With her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her look was complete. Wearing just a thong gave the illusion that she wore no panties at all; a thought that caused her pussy to flex involuntarily. 

Dan had been a college basketball player, so his costume consisted of his old warm-up suit and his current Nike basketball shoes. The pants were the rip-away type with tiny snaps up the outside of each leg. Both the pants and jacket were loose fitting and they were made from some combination of nylon and spandex. When Dan walked back into the bedroom, he wore an expression of confusion on his chiseled face.

"Jesus Beverly, for a second I was wondering what Amy was doing in our bedroom," said Dan grinning broadly.

"Wishful thinking?" asked Beverly playfully.

"Just being honest," said Dan lifting her skirt from behind to check out her butt.

"Hey," squealed Beverly slapping his hand away.

"Just seeing if you're wearing panties under that skirt," smiled Dan.

"Are you kidding?" laughed Beverly. "I'd never wear a skirt this short without any underwear."

"Why not?" asked Dan with a twinkle in his eye. "Could be fun!"

Beverly stared at her husband as if he were crazy. Then she thought about it; a process that recently had only been producing sexual thoughts, and this time wasn't any different. Excitement had been fluttering in Beverly's stomach all day, and now it was raising her heart rate and moistening her panties.

"Tell you what," said Beverly playing with the zipper on her husband's jacket. "You go commando, and I'll go commando too!"

"Without underwear, it'll be impossible to hide my dick if it starts to get hard," he warned.

"You think?" asked Beverly as she smoothed the satiny material at his crotch

"Let's find out," said Dan whisking his pants to the floor and stepping out of his gray boxer briefs.

Dan's penis hung thick and heavy from his groin, his large testicles forcing it to bow slightly from its base. It had already started to stiffen as Dan pulled his pants up to cover it. The entire appendage was perfectly outlined by the silky material that covered it. He flexed the lengthy muscle and the material of his pants rippled down his thigh.

"Ooh," exclaimed Beverly, running a finger along the ridge of material created by his package.

"Stop that," giggled Dan as he pulled away and covered his crotch with both hands. "No touching. It's hard enough controlling it knowing you won't be wearing any panties!"

Beverly grabbed the waistband of his pants as he stepped away, dragging them halfway down his thighs and allowing his hardening penis to spring free. Dan grabbed her wrists and fought for control, his hardened appendage waving back and forth between them. Beverly quickly squatted and blocked the swinging penis against the side of her face with an audible smack. The couple began to laugh as Beverly finally caught the tip with her drooling mouth and sucked on it as it continued to harden.

Beverly slid her mouth along the underside of Dan's erection until it lay on top of her head. With moistened lips, she gently kissed his balls, moving them about in their sack with the tip of her tongue. Dan released Beverly's wrists from his grip and she laced her fingers with his. She then leaned back, gathered the head in her mouth and inhaled half of his monstrous member into her throat. Dan moaned, thrusting his hips forward and forcing the rest of his cock into her esophagus until his balls rested just below her lower lip. 

At that point the doorbell rang and Beverly slowly drew her drooling lips off his slimy shaft.

"We'll finish this after the party," said Beverly, her twinkling eyes looking up at her husband. She rose, rolled her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. Then, using her panties as a cloth, she wiped the slime from his shaft and stuffed the garment in his jacket pocket. Gingerly, she folded his erection against his thigh and carefully pulled his pants up to cover it. She felt as if she were setting a trap that she would eventually enjoy tripping.

Beverly finished her make up and the couple left for their party. During the drive, Beverly continued to torment her husband with sexy talk about what she was going to do to him when they got home. By the time they arrived at the bar, Beverly had a wet spot where she'd been sitting on her skirt and Dan had one on the front of his pants. However, they had no need to worry about it because when they arrived at the bar, the establishment was fully engulfed by a three alarm fire. 

"Holy shit, Bev," exclaimed Dan. "Fuckin' Tucker's Tavern is burning down!" 

The couple sat in the car for about thirty minutes watching the bar that held so many memories crumbling in flames right before their eyes. Finally, having come to grips with this unfortunate reality, Dan told Beverly it was time to go to Plan "B."

"What's Plan B?" asked Beverly.

"That's where I take you home, send Amy on her way, and fuck your brains out on the couch in the living room," explained Dan.

"Like we did in your parent's basement that time," reminisced Beverly as she closed her eyes and savored the memory.

The petting they engaged in on the ride home could certainly be considered foreplay and it's a wonder neither had cum in the process. Turning onto their street they noticed, parked in front of their house, a black 2011 Mustang with a Jefferson High School parking tag hanging from the rear view mirror. Dan and Beverly shared the same thought; "Amy's entertaining company!"

"Do you think...?"

"You don't suppose..."

Both phrases were spoken at the same time as Dan and Beverly turned to look at each other. Dan kept driving past the house, circling the block until they were at the front of the house behind theirs. Dan parked the car and cut the engine. There they sat smiling at each other as they thought of what may be going on in their house right now.

"Until we have proof, we can't accuse Amy of entertaining company in our house without our consent," said Dan still smiling at how wild this situation seemed to be.

"So, let's go get visual proof," said Beverly as she bounded across their neighbor's lawn and into their back yard.

Dan and Beverly let themselves quietly into the backdoor of their house and crept into the darkened kitchen where, through a wide service window over the sink, they had a clear view into the family room at the front of the house. None of the lights on the first floor were on, so the whole scene was illuminated by the large flat screen TV in the corner of the family room. They could see the back of Amy's head as she sat seemingly watching the muted TV. 

Amy's arms suddenly reached for the ceiling and then bent back over her head as her hands gripped the back of the couch. Her head twisted back and forth and a strained moan escaped her throat and drifted softly through the room. 

"Yes, that's it right there, right there, yes, ooh, don't stop, yes, yes, yes," squealed Amy, desperately trying not to scream.

Beverly placed her hands on the counter next to the sink and leaned forward to better hear the vocalizations of Amy's obvious orgasm. Dan, standing behind her, leaned forward and covered her fingers with his palms. His hardening cock nestled itself perfectly in the crack of her ass, his body's weight pinning Beverly to the counter against which she leaned. She alternately flexed her ass cheeks, demonstrating her approval of the position he'd placed her in.

"Wow, Marcus," panted Amy as she sat forward on the couch. "That was like three or four in a row."

"My pleasure," a polite voice responded. Then, the owner of the voice stood up in front of Amy, looking down at her.

He was a tall, muscular, black man; probably better described as a man-child. His body was that of a fully developed adult male specimen, but his face still had the youthful look of adolescence. With a strong chin and muscular shoulders, the shirtless teenager could have been a male model; the type who would pose for Polo or Abercrombie & Fitch. He wiped his mouth with the back of his left hand while his right hand tenderly moved the hair from Amy's face.

"Now it's your turn," said Amy.

Dan and Beverly listened to the tinkle of a belt buckle and watched as Marcus stepped out of his remaining clothes. The back of the couch hid everything from below his waist, but the sound of a mouth slurping on a cock could clearly be heard. It was the only sound in the room except for the occasional static emitted from the baby monitor on the coffee table.

Marcus, still holding his pants and underwear in his right hand, cradled the back of Amy's head with his huge left hand as if he were palming a basketball, his hips thrusting back and forth with a slow and steady rhythm. The sounds of retching and gagging increased as Amy spread her hands over his muscular abdomen.

"Jesus, Amy, you're the only girl who's been able to do that," said Marcus looking down at the top of Amy's head.

Beverly leaned further forward over the counter until she rested on her forearms. Because she wasn't wearing heels she stood on her tip toes and this rotated her pelvis forward so that under her skirt, her asshole pointed to the ceiling and her pussy fully faced her husband. Now, as he continued to grind his erection in the crack of her ass, he was stimulating Beverly's asshole and the lower portions of her wet pussy as well.

The material wedged in the crack of Beverly's ass was soaked through, as was the material that covered Dan's penis. The fabrics slid wonderfully against each other, resulting in a minimum of friction. Pussy juice dripped down the insides of Beverly's flexing thighs. The sheer naughtiness of the scene heightened the sensations created by both Dan and Beverly's gyrations.

"Here, put your pants over there," said Amy pointing to the chair next to the TV.

Beverly watched as Marcus turned toward the chair. His naked profile was back lit by the TV's light and the sight of his massive erection, dripping with Amy's saliva, forced more pussy juice from Beverly's excited orifice when it again contracted involuntarily. She briefly closed her eyes and imagined her own lips wrapping themselves around the chocolate brown phallus, savoring the sweet nectar of his pre-cum. 

Beverly shivered and opened her eyes when she felt the pressure removed from her back as her skirt was flipped up. The cool air that met the sticky flesh in the crack of her ass was replaced by the hot flesh of her husband's throbbing tool. It slid deliciously over her asshole and dragged more pussy juice into the warm, fleshy channel that was Amy's butt crack. 

Dan's erection had grown exceedingly long and hard, the result of having watched Amy's naked body crawl to the edge of the couch where she now perched in a kneeling position waiting for Marcus. Amy had locked her elbows as she leaned on the arm of the couch so that her plump breasts were squeezed together between her arms, forcing her nipples to further stretch and stiffen. Dan imagined gathering one of her engorged nipples between his teeth and buffeting it with the tip of his tongue. He drove his cock into his wife's ass crack with renewed urgency.

"Did you bring some?" asked Amy enthusiastically.

Marcus held up three gold-foiled packets.

"'Cause I prepped," giggled Amy while rapidly shaking her ass back and forth. She reached her hand out and Marcus handed her the packets. Amy deftly tore open one of the foil packets and pulled the rolled condom into her mouth with her tongue. She crooked her finger and beckoned her lover.

As Marcus stepped closer to Amy holding his bobbing penis steady, Dan slid his raging hard-on from his wife's ass crack and forced it downward so that it mushed between Beverly's moist thighs. The dorsal side of his vein covered penis grated against her exposed clitoris and open pussy. With each pass of his penis over her swollen pussy, Beverly had to bite into the back of her hand to keep from squealing. A trail of ooze formed on the front of the dishwasher where his down-strokes slid along the front of the appliance.




Plan B



When the tip of Marcus's massive fuck-stick reached Amy's mouth, she carefully rolled the condom onto the head using her lips, teeth and tongue. Then, employing a series of deep throat movements, Amy progressively covered two-thirds of his penis in latex. Twisting herself around with the agility of a gymnast, Amy repositioned her self on the broad arm of the couch facing away from Marcus. She popped her hips rapidly three or four times, allowing the plump flesh that made up her posterior to shift and jiggle fluidly, and her muscular butt cheeks to clap rhythmically.

"Cover it with my pussy juice first," she said, looking back over her shoulder at Marcus.

Dan pulled away suddenly and dropped to his knees behind his wife. He buried his face in Beverly's pussy and coaxed even more of her fluids to the surface to be smeared with his face all over her rounded rump. Beverly rode the exquisite sensations toward an imminent orgasm. But when she closed her eyes, she imagined it was Marcus whose face was buried in her ass. She pretended the tongue massaging her clit belonged to Marcus, and that it was Marcus who gripped her thighs and drove her closer to the edge. That thought soon had Beverly trembling as her orgasm began to turn the corner.

"Shit, Amy," said Marcus as he forced the last few inches of his cock into Amy's clenching cunt.

Marcus withdrew his pecker, stroked it once or twice to redistribute the fluids, then squeezed it back in, the tight pussy slurping and farting with its insertion. Beverly looked on with awe as Marcus plunged his wonderful pecker over and over into Amy, her haunches rocking with every thrust. 

When Beverly felt the head of Dan's erection filling her own fluttering pussy, her orgasm exploded inside of her. Dan had to use quite a bit of force to get his dick into his wife's clenching vagina. Both of Beverly's hands smothered her screams as she rode out one of the most powerful orgasms she can ever remember.

"You're sure you want me to work this thing into your ass again?" asked Marcus cautiously.

"Yeah I'm sure," said Amy, putting one foot on the floor and pulling her ass cheek open. "It likes being fucked by you."

Marcus grabbed his erection firmly at the base and slowly forced the head into Amy's expanding asshole. 

"Ooh," purred Amy, basking in the flood of sensation that pulsed from her violated orifice.

"So, you invited me over here hoping I would want to fuck your ass again?" asked Marcus, maintaining a slow, steady motion.

"Yeah! You're the only one who knows how to fuck an ass," encouraged Amy. "Plus, you know I love it."

Beverly opened her eyes and removed her hands from clutching her mouth. She was greeted with the vision of Marcus smoothly and effortlessly sliding his thick, black penis in and out of Amy's stretched butt hole. How she wanted to be Amy at that moment; to be able to take a cock like that anally, while her husband was stuffed in her pussy! Dan was watching the same scene and decided to slide a thumb into Beverly's butt hole for effect. Beverly immediately began to cum again and her hands returned to cover her mouth.

As Beverly's pussy tightened around her husband's dick, Dan pretended he was fucking Amy's ass. He imagined how firm and tight her bunghole must be. From his perspective, the fact that Beverly was wearing one of Amy's cheerleading uniforms made the illusion complete. He watched her ponytail quiver with each thrust as if it were the back of Amy's head and his cock grew even harder. He began fucking her with long, deep strokes. Then his scrotum contracted and his balls were drawn up closer to his body in preparation for loosing their seed.

Amy began to convulse. She reached under herself and began to grate her fingers over her open pussy. Her head lifted like a drowning woman gasping for breath. Pussy juice began to squelch around her fingers and drip onto the arm of the couch.

"Oh no, Marcus. Stop! We're making a mess! Wait," whispered Amy in protest, but her pleas were in vain as both were overcome by a simultaneous orgasm.

"God, Amy!" grunted Marcus, no longer able to thrust into Amy's pulsating asshole.

"Oh fuck, Marcus, I'm cumming," moaned Amy as she stiffened and, trembling uncontrollably, fell forward on the couch.

Marcus was left standing, grasping his stiff penis as it spewed white streams of viscous semen onto Amy's upturned ass. Dangling from Amy's asshole was the condom that had once sheathed Marcus's cock. Huge droplets of semen dripped on the arm of the couch and mingled with the juices already deposited by Amy's orgasamming pussy.

"My couch," whispered Beverly.

"Fuck, Beverly. I'm gonna cum" groaned Dan as he buried his cock as deep as it would go, held tightly to his wife's hips and ejaculated.

Beverly's hip bone accidentally pushed the start button on the dishwasher that hummed and whirred briefly before Dan withdrew his penis and allowed Beverly to open the door, stopping the wash cycle. The couple froze, and then ducked down behind the counter, their hearts pounding in their chest.

"What was that?' whispered Amy excitedly. 

She rolled off the couch, pulling the condom from her butt-hole as she stood up. Marcus staggered backward, still trying to get his spurting member under control while trying to understand Amy's concern. They stood quietly, their eyes darting here and there, trying to hear over their own breathing. 

Cum oozed from Beverly's pussy and puddled on the floor beneath her as she squatted in the darkness, wondering if they could still bolt before they were discovered. A small puddle of cum had formed under Dan as well. He squatted next to her, desperately grasping his dripping penis. The couple desperately fought a case of the giggles.

"Marcus, get dressed," commanded Amy as she ran into the kitchen to retrieve some paper towel. "I don't want the McClains to catch you here."

"I thought they weren't supposed to be back until two or three in the morning?" asked Marcus pulling on his jeans.

"Yeah, well, I heard something and now I'm worried," explained Amy as she grabbed the roll of paper towel from the counter behind which the McClains hid.

"Let's go," whispered Beverly and the couple slipped down the hall toward the back door.

Beverly and Dan McClain sprinted across the back yard toward their car. Once there Beverly called Amy, told her about the fire, and explained that they would be home earlier than expected. They then drove to a local fast food joint and recounted the recent experience over burgers and fries while sitting in the parking lot. They also reminisced about the various adventures they had enjoyed as a couple. All in all, they agreed it had been a good date.

After Amy had been paid and had left to go home, Beverly walked into the kitchen and turned the light on. There on the floor were the puddles of cum, now clear and sticky, and the streaks of pre-cum on the dishwasher had dried to a pale, silvery sheen. Her pussy throbbed and moistened as she thought of how this mess had been made. 

Once Beverly had cleaned up the evidence of what had occurred in the kitchen, she prepared to join her husband who was already getting ready for bed. As she passed by the couch, she paused to inspect the job Amy had done in cleaning up the mess she and Marcus had so joyfully made. She was impressed, as no odor lingered and the fabric hadn't been discolored.

"Must have used a hair dryer," she said out loud to her self.

Beverly prodded the fabric covering the arm of the couch with the tips of her fingers. She closed her eyes and replayed the scene she had witnessed earlier in her mind. But this time, she imagined Marcus behind her. She slid her right knee onto the arm of the couch and flipped her skirt up exposing her round ass. Pulling her ass cheek open she imagined Marcus rubbing the head of his cock around on her puckered anus waiting for permission to enter. Beverly wished she could just ask Amy how to prep for anal sex.

Semen and pussy juice dribbled from her opened vagina and meandered down the inside of her thigh. She immediately thought of her husband and wondered if he was still awake and possibly ready for another go. She turned off the light on the end table and pranced up the stairs to the bedroom. When she entered the room, she found Dan laying naked on the bed and stroking his fully engorged cock, her thong underwear draped loosely around the base. Beverly leaned against the door frame and flashed her husband a sexy smile.

"If you want to fuck me again wearing this uniform 'Marcus', you're going to have to follow me back downstairs to the couch," said Beverly as she turned in the doorway with a flip of her skirt.



Plan B



Like most affairs, they end. They rarely end clean. They sometimes end badly. But what's important is to cherish the good moments and to move on. This is the last story for Ryan and Summer. As all the other stories about them, it's a combination of fantasy and truth. Changes to protect both parties were made. But this is based on what really happened. Some variation of every part of this took place. Except the ending – hope is a hard emotion to reject.




Ryan sat across from his newest client at a working dinner. At least that is what he thought it was. He realized that the client had other plans. Robin by any standards, should have excited Ryan. Successful, well dressed, warm, confident, and clearly hinting at more than desert or the project. Robin had done her research. She had prepared and was trying to seduce him. At any other time in his life, he would have let her. But Ryan was heartbroken. His head and mind was at the table, but his heart and soul were somewhere else. They were back at the hotel. In the room he shared with Summer. The woman he loved and has now lost. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Summer and Ryan had a wonderful affair. It has been going on for almost six months. Ryan traveled to her hometown of Detroit for work. Dinners, breakfasts, and a few sleepovers. More than sex, but a deep friendship. Both married with families, careers, and everything that came from being in their forty's and being executives. Not the first affair for either, but what they had was more than an affair. They were in love. They had a connection that neither had had before. Soul mate is such an overused word, but it's what they felt. Neither were going to change their lives – no talk of divorce. But they were both content and happy to have each other.

Outside of Detroit, they had shared a long weekend in Miami. It was something they both remembered. Not just because of the sex, but because they had been a couple. Out in the open. Together. They had been making plans for two business trips that would conveniently overlap in London and Paris. Plans to attend the Kentucky Derby the next year. How they could celebrate each other's birthdays properly. Close moment's together, fun shared. And then the walls had come tumbling down.

Two weeks ago Ryan just getting into town and checking in. He had dinner plans with Summer. He had meetings the next two nights. He was about to leave his room when he got a text. "Family Emergency. I am ok. Need a rain check." Ryan was worried, but family came first. He texted back "Of course. I am here if you need anything." Unknowing to Ryan, it was the emergency that would end their relationship. 

Ryan didn't reach out until the next day. He tried to check in, but Summer would text back with short answers. Never revealing too much. It was obvious something was wrong. Ryan got the clear message to give her space. He decided to do so, but never go dark. He engaged her in trivial items. The news, the local sports. Work. She would interact more around those. But she held him at arm's length. And no mention of their next visit. Ryan finished his week in Detroit and went home for the weekend. 

Their texts continued, but with the same invisible walls. Ryan had no idea what to do. He was back in Detroit the next week. He pulled into the hotel and decided it was time to figure out just what was going on.

'Any chance of us getting together this week for dinner?' was his simple text. Thirty minutes later his phone buzzed. The text read 'It's a no. Sorry' and that was it. Ryan was shocked. Confused. Frustrated. Hurt. Sad. He knew something had gone wrong. But what? The last time Ryan and Summer miscommunicated, they talked about it. First angrily, but soon with understanding. They had gotten through it and moved on. It seemed this time would be different.

Ryan sat down at his computer. He needed more. He started to write. He asked what was wrong. He asked for information. He wasn't going to just walk away. He would fight for Summer. Never abandon her. He wrote for about 90 minutes and then knew he needed food. To clear his head, he left his computer and phone in the room. Down to the hotel bar, he got a burger and a beer. He was still in shock, but he needed fuel. He figured it was going to be a long night of silence waiting for a response. 

An hour later he walked back to his room. Two beers in his hand, he got into the room. He picked up his phone – he missed a message from his wife. He called her and they talked. He talked with the kids. As he was saying goodnight, he sat down at his computer. There it was. A response to his email.

"Ryan –

Thank you for your note. And for being so supportive and honest. I have enjoyed our time together, and I do love you, but I need to end this. My life has made it impossible to continue. Please understand and give me space. Lots of space.

Summer"

Ryan stood at the screen. He stared at it for what felt like hours. It was thirty minutes. He then wrote back.

"Summer –

Thank you for the wonderful experience. I will give you all the space you have asked for. If I don't hear from you in a week, I will reach out. I will always love you. I miss you. I am here for you.

Ryan"

Ryan walked over to the nightstand and grabbed the two bottles of beer. He opened both. He drank both quickly. He then crawled into bed, turned out the lights, and cried himself to sleep.

Ryan woke up late. He was still in his clothes. He stripped and headed into the shower. He rushed to get dressed and grabbed his laptop. He stopped and looked. No reply. A deep sigh and he packed it away. Ryan had a busy day of meetings and work with his clients. He looked at his phone and email a couple times during the day. Nothing. 

By the time he got back in the room, he wanted to crawl back into bed. But he couldn't. He could not hide. And anger started to set in. Ryan knew he had to get out of the room. He headed to the pool. He swam for 60 minutes. Then to the treadmill. Another hour. Not wanting to brood, he reached out to his team and offered to buy them dinner. Wings and beer. A good evening bonding. Finally back in the room, Ryan had figured out how to handle the emotional rollercoaster. He needed space as well.

Ryan plugged his phone into his computer. Not knowing what would happen going forward, he didn't let the anger set in. But he knew that if he didn't do something –he would reread her texts and emails. Look at her photos. He would be doing emotional cutting. It was time to do something about them. He took all the texts, photos, and emails and exported them to his computer. He created a new Dropbox account and uploaded everything. He password protected it all. He then deleted it all from his phone and computer. Nothing was left. This took an hour or so. Ryan decided to end his day with a glass of wine from the bar and a soak in the hot tub. By the time he got back to the room, it was midnight. He crawled into bed and everything hit him. He again cried himself to sleep.

The next day Ryan had two meetings and then his return home. He woke up, quickly showered and dressed. He packed his suitcase and then sat down at his computer. Nothing. 'Stop it' Ryan told himself. You can't keep looking. She said goodbye. You have to move on. But Ryan didn't want to move on. He wanted Summer in his life. With a deep sigh he packed his laptop in his briefcase and left the hotel. 

During his first meeting of the morning, Ryan received a call. He didn't answer it at first, but then noticed it was international. 'What could this be about?' was Ryan's reaction. He excused himself from the conference room, stepped out into the hall, and answered the phone. It turned out to be his Uncle by marriage. His mother's sister's husband. His aunt had a heart attack. Ryan's brain went into overdrive. Where? Is she stable? What's the plan? I will be there today.

Ryan's mother had passed away a few years ago. Realizing that it was May, it was the month his mother had passed away. Mother's Day. Her birthday. Now this. What a month. Ryan ended the call and went back into the conference room. He quickly told everyone he had a family emergency. He was leaving. 

Within 10 minutes Ryan was on the road back to Indianapolis. Driving well past the speed limit, he quickly pushed his emotions aside. A call to his wife. A call to his cousin – his aunt's daughter. A call to his right hand man at work. And then a call to the airlines. A frequent traveler, the airline took his call. He needed to get himself, from Indy, and his cousin, in New York, to Cabo San Lucas in Mexico. As quickly as possible. No, I don't care the cost. Make it happen please.

The next 12 hours were a whirlwind. Getting home. Hugging his wife and crying. Packing. To the Indianapolis airport. Meeting his cousin at LAX. The flight south. Getting to the hospital. But they were there. 

Ryan's aunt and uncle owned a bed and breakfast in Cabo San Lucas. The second marriage from both, they had escaped their careers and the US for Mexico. They wanted a more relaxed life. The hotel did well for itself. Highly rated on the travel sites, the 8 bedrooms were always full during the busy season. Ryan had not seen his Aunt for a year, since his younger brother's wedding. As he traveled, he thought about his family. His mother. How much he missed her. And about his Aunt. How she had become a second mother to him. He was not ready to lose her as well.

Once there, everyone ended up doing a lot of waiting. The hospital in Mexico were good. But the language difference and the ICU visiting rules kept them in the waiting room most of the time. Ryan pushed aside his emotions. He ended up being the liaison between the insurance company and the hospital. By Sunday night, bypass surgery was complete. His aunt was awake and talking. Things got more stable. His first night of sleep in days that was sound.

Monday morning brought new challenges. How long was his aunt staying in the hospital. Who was going to care for her? Who was going to run the bed & breakfast. So many things to do. His phone rang a few times during the day, mostly work stuff. He ignored them. By the end of the day, Ryan and gotten most of the things in order. He saw his aunt and then went back to his hotel room. He was going to work through email and get a few hours of business in. As he replied, deleted, and forwarded emails, he also looked at his phone. He listened to voice mails. There were 6 calls and 5 voice mails. What was that last number? A quick web search found that the number came from a community college in a Detroit suburb. Another search found the schools website. Ryan dug deeper. And there it was. On the faculty page. The person who tried to call him. Summer's husband. A professor at the school. Ryan sat back in his chair and took a deep breathe. It all now made sense.

Ryan sat there at dinner. Robin was really putting on a show. She had figured out all his likes. He wondered how – facebook? Instagram? Backseams. Louboutins. Hermes. And a suit to stop traffic. She was flirting – shamelessly. Ryan should be making plans to ravage Robin. But he could not. He wasn't ready for something new. And the connection between Summer and Robin was too close. 

The week after Ryan returned from Cabo San Lucas, he realized what had happened. Summer's husband had found out. Summer did what she had to do. She made a choice. She made the only choice she could have. Ryan would have made the same choice. But it still hurt. It hurt that Summer hadn't told him. It hurt that they couldn't have met one more time. A proper goodbye. A tear still came to his eye when he was alone in a hotel room and thought of her. Much more than his lover. But someone he loved. And one of his best friends. That loss was great. It was a loss he still had not replaced.

After getting back from Mexico, Ryan remembered. He had a presentation and sales call at Summer's company. He had gotten it all on his own – but he had invited her. It was Friday morning of the week after things ended. Ryan was prepared. As he was ushered into the conference room, he began to setup. People from the company started to file in. Ryan introduced himself to them. Ryan was dressed to his best today. He was in the same suit, shirt, and tie as when he first met Summer. He was anxious. He was nervous. Summer walked in just before the meeting was supposed to start, with a woman in her tow. Summer introduced herself to Ryan, barely looking him in the eye. 'Ryan, my apologies, but since we scheduled this meeting, there have been some changes here. I am moving from marketing to take over our customer service division. This is Robin. She is our new Vice President of Marketing. She is just getting to speed. I am sure you will work well together going forward. I am going to excuse myself and let you get started' said Summer. She looked at Ryan directly for just a second, and he could see the hurt and fear in her eyes. And then she left.

Ryan always new that Summer had a 'Plan B' option. He had one too. He just never expected it would get used. Ryan had texted Summer once after the meeting and her exit. She never responded. Ryan wrote her a goodbye letter. It was his way of moving on. He never got any response. Ryan threw himself into his work. He focused on his family. And yet, once or twice a week, he found himself remembering Summer. And finding a tear in his eye.

6 months later

The Detroit Auto Show was in full swing. Ryan's clients had multiple events, but the big one was for Robin and Summer's company. Ryan had worked closely with Robin for 3 months on the event. It was a huge win for his boutique agency. The event was spectacular. The CEO has found Ryan at the cocktail event after and was ecstatic. He congratulated Robin and thanked Ryan and his team in front of the entire crowd. As the speeches finished, Ryan headed to the bar. He needed a drink. He had seen Summer on the other side of the room. Ryan had come to terms and moved on, but it still hurt when he saw her. Ryan ordered a vodka and soda with a lime. It was his new drink. It was some of Summer's influence that had stuck. He smiled. As he turned around he saw Robin headed for him. Robin gave him a big hug. Not just a thank you, but much more. He looked at Robin and realized that she never stopped trying to seduce him. An amazing bespoke pinstripe suit. Silk French cuff blouse. A Hermes scarf around her neck. Black seamed stockings – which had become her new trademark. And tall heels with the red soles. Ryan had gotten used to the constant temptation – but it was hard not to notice just how she looked. 

'Congratulations to both of you' Ryan heard from behind him. He knew that voice. As he moved away from the embrace, he turned to see Summer. She looked radiant in a cobalt blue dress and nude heels. Ryan had a hard time finding his voice. They had seen each other from afar a few times in the past 6 months. They had spoken at a few meetings. But they had not been this close. Before Ryan could reply, Robin said 'Thanks Summer. I wouldn't have had this opportunity without you. You recommended me for this position and supported me. Thank you!!!!' and Robin gave Summer a big hug. Summer looked directly at Ryan. She then took a step back and looked at Robin. 'You look fabulous. Your have embraced your executive style I see. New scarf?' Robin replied 'The scarf was a gift from Ryan. It's what he gets all his female clients. Sweet yes?' Summer smiled and said 'It is gorgeous. I have a special scarf as well.' As Robin reached up to adjust the scarf, Summer noticed a sparkle from her cufflinks. 'Now those Robin, those are stunning. A gift?' Robin replied 'No, not a gift. More like an enticement' and her eyes quickly glanced at Ryan – hoping no one noticed. 'Did they work?' asked Summer. 'No, they have not. At least not yet' and Robin walked away to talk to a member of her team.

Ryan had watched the chatter and wondered what was going on. Why did it seem like Summer was encouraging Robin? Ryan was confused. He decided it was time to leave himself. As he said goodbye and turned, he felt a hand on his arm and heard 'Please Ryan, stay for a second.' He turned back and looked at Summer. Emotion washed over him. He waited for her to speak. 

'Ryan, I am sorry. I know I hurt you. I know I handled this poorly. But I had to walk away. I think you know why. We always knew this was a possibility' Summer said softly. 

'Of course we did Summer, I just don't think I would have done it so coldly.' Ryan worked hard to contain any emotion, especially anger.

'You are right Ryan. I am so sorry. I apologize. I never wanted it to end that way.'

'I know Summer. I accept your apology. I dealt with it and have moved on' said Ryan.

'Moved on? Are you sure? I put Robin on a silver platter for you. Encouraged her a bit. Even hinted on where to find out what you liked. And you didn't do anything?'

Ryan was shocked. He had not seen this part. 'Really Summer? You tried to set me up with a new lover?'

'Yes Ryan. I knew you would be hurt. I knew I had to stay away. So I tried to take care of you from afar. Robin is exactly your type. Maybe even more than I was. That woman is head over heels for you. You should take advantage of that.' 

Ryan thought for a second and ordered another drink. Summer told him to make it two. They didn't chat until the drinks came. They toasted. Ryan finally spoke. 'Summer, no woman can replace you. I love you. Always will. But I don't need anyone to take your place. I have spent the last few months focused on me and my family. Not the same, but it's been good for me. I have no intention of trying to measure what we had against anyone else. Ever.' A tear formed in Ryan's eye. He wiped it away. 'Great to see you Summer.' And he leaned in for a hug. 'I miss you' was whispered and then he walked to the other side of the room.

For the next hour, Robin and Ryan were toasted and congratulated by everyone in the room. Ryan knew this was going to help his business. He also made sure that he didn't look around the room for Summer. Control was his only friend. His heart and soul were screaming at him to go to her. His brain told him otherwise.

As the event was winding down, he and Robin beamed. They were both the stars. Ryan gave Robin a final hug and watched her leave. Not more than five minutes later, his phone buzzed. It was from Robin. It was a photo. In the photo, there was a bed. It must have been her hotel room. A champagne bucket filled with ice and a bottle. On the bed was a corset. A collection of scarves. A text followed. 'We should celebrate properly. Please join me. Rm 22010. Check your left jacket pocket. Don't keep me waiting!'

Ryan checked his outside pocket on the left side. There was a hotel key. How did that get there? And then he felt that hand on his arm again. He turned around. 'I am leaving Ryan. It was great to see you. Congratulations again' and Summer reached out to hug him. He heard her whisper 'I miss you too' and then she looked directly at him. They disengaged and took a step back. 'Be safe driving home Summer' Ryan said. Summer's eyes sparkled with passion as she replied 'Not heading back home tonight. Not with all the drinks. I have my favorite suite tonight.' And she turned and walked away. For the first time, Ryan noticed her stockings. Backseams. The same ones she wore their first dinner together. Ryan took a deep breath and put his hand back into his pocket. He was trying to decide if he should visit Robin when he realized something didn't feel right. He pulled what he thought was Robin's room key out of his pocket. It was still there, but so was something else. A hotel key wrapper, with a room number and a note. 'I miss you too' and a lipstick imprint. Summer's lips. 

Ryan was floored. Summer was asking him to come to her. To come back. He knew the room number without evening thinking about it. They had shared it on many occasions. And Robin, offering herself for a night of celebration. Ryan held each key in one hand. Summer. Robin. Go back to his room alone. Three options. One choice to make. Ryan put both keys in his pocket, shook a few more people's hands. He left the event. He had made up his mind.