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Playing Up Ch. 01

By: redzinger



The thumping nightclub music segued into to a popular floor-filler and the excited crowd surged around her, almost knocking her off her too-high heels. Sian caught her balance just as two warm, strong hands around her waist steadied her from behind. She sucked in her breath, conscious of the extra few pounds spilling over the waistband of her close-fitting trousers, and wondering who the gentleman was who was quick enough to notice she was in distress. The sea of revellers calmed, and the hands were removed as quickly as they appeared.

She carefully swivelled on her heels to see Rob standing close to her, wide shoulders protecting from further upset. A hot spark zinged through her belly. 'Thanks for that,' she acknowledged with a smile, shouting over the music.

He smiled back at her, his straight white teeth shining in the club lights, contrasting with his short dark mussed hair. 'No problem, just glad you didn't slap me for touching you without permission.'

So many responses flashed through her brain: that he could put his hands on her any time and she wouldn't object; that she'd love to touch him; that she'd want them to touch each other. She opened her mouth to say something but his attention was already distracted by a drink being handed to him. She decided to leave it with a smile, 'See you later.'

As she walked away, she mentally kicked herself for not saying something more imaginative, something flirtatious to get his attention.

Clare was by the corner of the bar ordering a couple of drinks and Sian joined her. 'You'll never guess what I've gone and done now,' she yelled over the music.

'It's something embarrassing, I can tell. Spit it out,' ordered Clare.

'Not really, but I completely missed out on an ideal flirting opportunity with Mr Powell,' she groaned. 

'Never mind, you've got all night to make up for it. And there's other fish in the sea.' 

Sian thumped her forehead against the nearby wall, 'But I can't stop thinking about him; I have trouble even looking at other men. He's just so, so hot.' She pulled a strand of her long, curly, light brown hair forward, 'And he'll never be interested in me.'

Clare patted her arm sympathetically, 'Don't think like that. That's how I was with Alex, but I still had fun before we eventually got together. And although he's not my type, Rob's bloody attractive. For a prop.'

Sian giggled, 'Damned with faint praise, thanks. Now let's dance.' 

They left their drinks in a quiet corner with a couple of familiar faces keeping an eye on them, and moved a few feet to the dance floor to enjoy the rhythm of the music. Every now and again, each discreetly signalled and laughed when they saw a cute man, Clare doing this even though she was happily married. Sian caught a few glimpses of Rob but purposefully kept her eyes away. When Alex joined them, Sian gave them some space while he playfully scolded his wife for her misbehaviour. She went to pick up her drink, discovering that Rob's group was only a few yards away from them.

She tried not to look, but found her gaze was drawn irresistibly towards him. His body just did it for her, from the dark t-shirt which clung lovingly to his thickly muscled upper body, to the well-worn jeans which hugged his tight arse and strong, broad thighs. He turned around and caught her looking his way. His eyes smiled at hers, 'How are you?' he mouthed.

'Great,' she smiled back, 'Good game today?'

He looked puzzled as if he couldn't hear her and gestured that he'd come over. As he stepped nearer, her tummy began to roil with nerves and anticipation. 

When he was closer, she tried again, 'Good game today?'

'Not bad. It was nice to get the whole eighty minutes.'

'For a prop that's like running a marathon.'

He laughed, 'That's right, except for more bruises.'

'First time this season too?'

'You're correct, it was.' He looked more curiously at her.

Silently she cursed herself; that was too observant. 'Someone else worked it out, not me,' she filled, 'but it looked like you still had plenty of energy, that was a great try-saving tackle in injury time.'

'Thanks again. How long have you been supporting Harford?'

'Since I moved here from Cornwall six months ago.'

'Isn't Sian a Welsh name?'

'My mother liked it, and my father was half-Welsh. He insisted on the spelling, S I A N not how it's pronounced, Sharn.'

'Oh, okay then.'

They stood awkwardly, Sian trying to control the butterflies in her stomach. 'So, do you come here often?' she quipped lightly.

'Now and again. I'm only having a couple of beers tonight as I'm driving some of the boys home later.'

'That's nice of you.'

'I'm a nice man.'

'I can see that, I mean...' she was glad that the dim lighting covered her blush, 'I mean you seem like a nice man. I don't know you well enough to agree. You could be an axe-wielding maniac for all I know.'

'Do you know many axe-wielding maniacs then?'

Sian giggled, 'Just one or two, for some reason they seem to be attracted to me.'

'I can see why,' Rob appraised her appreciatively, from the deep cleavage bared in the semi-revealing top down to the glitzy but flimsy heels precariously strapped to her feet.

The butterflies intensified their fluttering and moved lower down, Sian shifted in place and took a gulp of her drink. 'I suppose I better be getting back to the dance floor, Clare will be wondering where I am.'

'She's dancing with Alex now.'

'Still...excuse me,' she went to pass Rob but in her agitated state she managed to step awkwardly and her ankle turned slightly.

Rob caught her again around her waist and helped her get her balance back. Again she sucked in her tummy but this time his hands didn't move away. 'Are you okay?'

'I'm fine, I'm just a klutz. Thank you for being a hero again.' She dabbed a kiss on his cheek, almost swooning as the combination of his spicy aftershave and him drifted up into her lungs. Yum, he smelled so good. Her legs nearly gave way and she was grateful for the hands holding her up.

'You sure?' he turned his face towards her.

'Yes, thank you,' she breathed.

They froze in place for a few seconds as their eyes met again, and their lips met, and met again. The first touch of his hot tongue electrified her body, the second nearly made her swoon again. He tasted of beer and male essence. She murmured with pleasure, taking the kiss deeper and moving closer to him. Her hands rose to hold his shoulders, run down his back and pull him closer towards her.

He deliberately seduced her with his tongue, working firmly into her again and again. Her body hummed with bliss at the fast-rising sensations. Her hands held his waist, she felt the muscles under the skin and couldn't stop her hands from wandering further, to hold onto his buttocks. The muscles rippled under her fingers and she squeezed back. In response he moved even closer to her as the kiss continued to deepen. She could feel his increasing interest against her body and murmured her delight, pressing her aching body against him. They twisted together in the shadows of the club, oblivious to anything around them. 

Sian's arousal was quickly escalating, he tasted so good, felt so good and it was all turning her on, blood rushing to throb and swell between her legs. She needed something, shifting restlessly to straddle one of his thighs. He steadily pulsed it back against her and the extra pressure was all it took, the sensations boiled up inside her, inner muscles squeezing tight. Her hips moved and her leg lifted so his bulge was pressed right against her. It was enough, or too much, she tipped over the cliff and her whole body shook. She tore her mouth away from his, hiding her face on his shoulder, turned away from the rest of the club.

'What's the matter? You okay?' he spoke in her ear. 

She could only moan in response as the tremors died down. She tried to glance up at him to reassure him but her eyes lost focus as the last of the quakes threw her.

His concerned eyes cleared with sudden understanding, 'Did you just...?'

She managed a feeble nod. 'Look, no hands,' she joked weakly.

'Bloody hell,' he swore, 'I didn't know that was possible from a kiss.'

'Neither did I,' she admitted. She brought her legs back together, drawing away from him. His arms fell away, brushing lightly against the heavy undersides of her breasts. She could feel dampness between her legs threatening to soak through her trousers and tell the world how aroused he'd made her. 'I need to...clean up.' His eyes heated and she nearly came again, she still felt so ready and aching for him and had to stop from rubbing her thighs together, shifting her hips. 'I need...' she restrained the next words. Him, she needed him. Inside her, filling and stretching her. Her head bowed as visions of what he could do to her flashed through her head and he had to hold onto her as her legs gave way.

'Are you feeling okay? Shall we get out of here?' proposed Rob.

Sian nodded, her embarrassment total as she noticed people watching them curiously. With a guiding arm around her waist, he helped her get her coat and they left the club.

He took her to a side street and with a beep, opened a car door. Sian dazedly got inside, the butterflies in her stomach taking over again. 

He started the car, 'I've only had one beer so I'm okay to drive. Where do you live? I'll take you home.'

'Ranwell,' Sian named the nearby suburb and watched as his strong hands operated the vehicle, competently handling the machine. The thought of those same hands on her body sent shivers through her. She had heard jokes about the female equivalent of a hard-on, a "wide-on", this is what she must have between her legs, throbbing, engorged heat and gushing wetness. Her thighs shifted restlessly together and apart as she attempted to find respite from the insistent arousal. She failed to restrain a whimper.

'Are you cold?' asked Rob with concern. His hand went to take the temperature of one of hers, missing and his strong fingers glanced her thigh instead. She couldn't stop the involuntary jolt of her hips and a faint moan. He chuckled. 'Or is it something else?' he added, his deep voice dropping sensuously.

His voice sent shivers of lust down her spine. 'Something else. I'm...not usually like this.'

'Like what?' His idle fingers returned, tracing down and up her thigh.

Her breath shortened until she was almost panting, she wanted those thick fingers somewhere else, 'So...ready.' She was glad of the darkness covering her blush.

***

For the rest of the short journey, Sian struggled to stay still in her seat, anticipation riding her unmercifully. She sat on her hands to keep from reaching across to him, to find out whether the bulge she'd felt earlier was still there. Her knickers felt unbelievably wet against her and she had to concentrate on not pulling the seam of her trousers against her mound for extra friction or relief.

The atmosphere in the car remained tense. Every now and again Rob would run a hand up or down her thigh, Sian would try to restrain a moan. His fingers would lightly touch near her mound, teasing and he would pull away as her hips followed, wanting more pressure. Her breasts were swollen and begging for contact, for friction, for him to suck on the knotted nipples to give her some kind of relief. 

She was a heaving mess as he pulled into her road. He slowed the car and glanced at her, she hurriedly got her bearings. 'It's the one with the lamppost outside,' she directed. 'You can pull over right outside.'

He drew up outside her flat and the engine cut out. 'Nice street,' Rob looked up at the building, and at her. His glittering eyes were just visible in the light cast from the street, 'Been here long?'

'Since I moved here, six months ago.' Sian released her hands to take the seatbelt off. The device wouldn't unclip, she started tugging at it.

He stilled her hands, 'The catch is a little...recalcitrant.' 

They faced each other, With a click, the strap smoothly slid away from her body but their hands stayed together, the fingers entwining. 

'Would you like come in? Please?' asked Sian throatily, not caring how it sounded.

He took one of her hands and moved it to the bulge in his jeans, 'How does this feel?'

He was thick and ready, twitching under her palm, she squeezed him lightly and he groaned. The smouldering flames between her legs flared even higher. She squeezed him again, her free hand running through the soft, short hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him towards her. 'I want you so bad.'

'I'm so hard for you.'

'I'm so wet for you.'

'Squeeze me.' His hand directed hers on his crotch.

'Squeeze me!' she grabbed his other hand and placed it on her breasts. The hard squeeze followed by a nipple pinch made her lose control, she arched her back into his hands and tried to get close.

She banged her knee against the steering wheel, which brought her slightly to her senses, they were still in the car, she couldn't take him there. 'Inside,' she hissed, groaning as she halted his roving hands.

'If you want me to.'

'Fuck yes! Definitely.'

As soon as he agreed, she leapt out and impatiently waited for him to lock the car. She swiftly mounted the steps, he followed her into the flat. As soon as he crossed the threshold she jumped on him, slamming the door and stripping off his t-shirt in one move. With a laugh of victory she ran her hands over his pectorals, 'God, you're gorgeous. I'm dying for you.'

'I'll try not to leave you disappointed,' assured Rob huskily, bemusement in his voice.

Between deep, drugging, lascivious kisses, she stripped off his trousers and boxers, happy to see his generous manhood was ready for her. She clasped her hand around him and his hips flexed as he groaned at her touch. She didn't want to take her hand off him, but the ache between her thighs was intensifying into pain.

'Sofa,' she muttered, 'Here.' She led him by his cock towards the cushions, he came willingly and she pushed him so he was sat, his body hardly visible in the light from the streets shining in through the window. She pulled off her clothes, forgetting to hold her stomach in, rooting around in her bag for a condom and rolling it onto him, struggling to stop caressing him. 'Sorry, no more foreplay. I have to have you.'

His hands came up as she knelt across him and one went between her legs, 'Fuck, you're absolutely soaking.'

Sian gasped at the intimate touch, rubbing herself on him. One of his fingers delved inside her and she squeezed it tightly with her inner muscles. She kissed him, sucking at his tongue in an imitation of the act to come as her hips rolled towards him.

Before she could peak, he withdrew his hand. Instead, hers went down to touch him and she moved until she was above him. Anticipation. It was too much, she thrust her hips down and he speared smoothly up into her body. It was enough to send her crazy, yelping in pleasure at the tight fit and jolting as close to him as she could manage. She began sighing, her body an unstoppable, runaway train, out of her control, squeezing him as tight as she could.

'God, you feel so good, so big and hard inside me,' she babbled. 'I just want you to fuck me.'

He moaned back, his hips beginning to lift towards hers and his breathing heavy. His hand moved to cup and squeeze her breasts, orbs that until then she hadn't realised needed the contact. Her hands covered his as he plucked and twisted her hard nipples, she showed him she liked it a little rougher and he obliged, the painful pleasure shooting through her body. He countered it by running his fingers along the sensitive undersides and she gasped blissfully.

Her hips began moving faster and faster on him as the tension built unbearably. She felt the beginning of tremors taking her up and away so she thrust towards him. He began jolting harder and harder, he growled in frustration and somehow flipped her over. They tumbled to the floor.

She was under him now, his hips taking her unceasingly, the friction from the plunging, building and building. Her nails scored his back, went to hold his buttocks and she dug them in again, forcing him as deep as he would go. 

The first wave hit her like an avalanche and she screamed as she clamped down on him, he grunted and moved his hips quicker against her resistance. 'Shit!' she panted as a second wave joined the first, the pleasure becoming excruciating. Their bodies were so slippery where they met, there was no friction apart from her muscles tightly clenching down on him. The third wave was slightly softer but left her stranded on a high as he continued plunging inside her. His moans joined hers as he stiffened and with the last, smaller wave washing her into a daze he hardened and spurted inside her. 

He collapsed beside her, gasping deeply. 'Wow.'

They took several minutes to catch their breath, their bodies still rubbing together. He felt great on top of her, despite his extra size. To be enveloped, pinned down by him. Just yummy. 

Eventually, he rolled onto his back and dealt with the condom, tying it off and putting it to one side. 'Feel better now?'

She still hungered for him despite coming so strongly. Her insides twitched, missing his presence already. 'A bit. When can we go again?' she asked cheekily.

He laughed hoarsely, 'Hell, give me time to recover.' 

'Hmmm, that'll have to do.' She stretched sinuously on the floor, arching her back and wincing as she felt the start of some carpet burns. 'The next time will have to be in my bed though.'

She rolled over and stood up, smoothing her hands over her curves. She could see his eyes glittering in the dim light as he watched her. For the first time she didn't feel self-conscious about the few extra pounds she carried, instead feeling gloriously sexy. He was so much bigger than her anyway, his body was entirely bulky muscle but not in a bodybuilder's ripped and defined way. He had more of a strong farmer's build, muscle that was there to be used and not shown off. Her insides rippled again and she restrained a moan.

She pointed to a door, 'The bedroom and bathroom are through there. I'm going to have a quick shower, you're welcome to wait or join me.'

She didn't hang around for a response, instead turning and sauntering to the small bathroom. It didn't take long to clean up in the shower, her fingers lingering on her breasts and the swamp between her legs. She tried to dry herself off, but anticipation of the next couple of hours was riding her and she only just managed to stop rubbing herself.

He was waiting outside the bathroom door, absolutely naked. Her insides clenched again as she walked past, trailing a hand down his buttocks. Sitting on the bed with only a dim light from the hall, she heard him shower and go quiet. Her heart leapt as she heard rustling of clothes. She had to restrain herself from seeking him out, to stop him from leaving.

His clothes were in his hands as he entered the room, he placed them on a chair.

'Are you...joining me?' she asked hesitantly.

He didn't respond straight away, instead standing over her, still naked. His cock had risen again and she gasped as he nudged it insistently against her. 'Does if feel like I'll be going anywhere any time soon?' he asked, rolling on a condom.

Not giving her a chance to respond, he gently pushed her torso flat and pulled her hips towards him, lifting and thrusting inside for a couple of strokes. 'You're soaked again, you know,' he commented hoarsely, withdrawing and watching her writhing on the sheets. 'We're going to have a fun time tonight.'

Sian could only moan in response.

He lowered himself over her, her legs trying to pull him back inside her. He slipped past instead of inside her and rubbed against her engorged clitoris. Even that was too much for her, the sensations sending her off into a world of pure feeling. The way he loomed over her, dominated her. She wasn't in control of her own body, the time spun away as they feasted on each other. This time he held back and didn't come until she was begging to have him.


Playing Up Ch. 02



Sian had forgotten how addictive great sex could be. The craving to be skin-to-skin, to suck, lick and nibble another person, the glorious full feeling as a man thrust inside her. The heat, musky smells and salty tastes. 

She couldn't forget Rob's promise, her body wouldn't let her. However she didn't have his phone number or any way to contact him. He knew where she lived, but would he come to see her? Her body clenched at the thought of him returning. She had started to change the dirty sheets but instead lay down, her hand between her legs as she recalled the torrid night.

***

Rob had been teased when he'd arrived late for training. The coach punished him with extra circuits which nearly killed his sleep-deprived body. Finally, he was allowed to go for a shower, just in time for the last of the team to come out. As he stripped off in the changing room, a wolf whistle came from behind him.

'Now we know why he was late, boys. Look at those scratches.'

In his weary fug, Rob had completely forgotten how Sian had dug her nails in as he had ploughed inside her. Even the memory sent a jolt to his loins.

'So, who's the vixen, 'Bertie Boy? The youngest, most annoying player on the team slid down the bench, his freckled face alight with mischief. 'Or pussycat? Did you make her puurrrrr? he rolled, 'Or hiss?'

Rob smirked as he remembered a particularly salacious moment from the early morning. 'Damo, a gentleman never tells.'

Another player piped up from the other side of the changing rooms, 'Well, you owe us for the taxi we took home. Imagine leaving your mates stranded,' he tutted loudly. 'Only the brief text, "Had to go, have an emergency." Emergency?'

'First time I've heard pulling a bird described like that, butt.' A gruff Welsh voice joined in. 'Emergency hard-on perhaps.' The bluff redhead grabbed his groin lewdly. 'So who was the tart?'

'She's not a tart,' defended Rob. 

'Rob, mun, you're single, you've scratches all over your back and the look of a man who's spent the night fucking his arse off.'

Rob felt a wave of heat wash over him as another flashback hit him: taking her from behind, him slapping her peach of a rear and leaning forward to pull the nipples of her generous breasts. 

'And yet you're nearly ready to go again.' Cackles of laughter filled more of the room than the steam billowing from the showers into which Rob escaped. 

Christ, she was a hot one. He'd never really looked her way before, there were far prettier girls around. Skinny girls who usually lay in the sack like dead fish, not wanting to muss their hair or spoil their make-up. Sian had really let loose, not holding back for a second, and it was great to have some curves to hold on to. She really got into sucking him, her hands massaging his balls and even further back. She tasted so good and he hadn't had a chance to return the favour and eat her up. He licked his lips at the thought.

And he really must stop thinking about her, do that compartmentalisation thing men were supposedly good at. He smirked to himself as he looked down at his erect, eager cock. 'Down, boy.'

He did really want to see her again soon, see if the sexual chemistry was as hot with a repeat performance. But he didn't have her phone number. Who was she friends with? He frowned as he continued washing, trying to ignore his eager hard-on.

He came out of the shower rubbing his calmed body dry and headed back towards his belongings. The room had emptied apart from a couple of stragglers, one of whom, Alex, the scrum half, was waiting by his bag.

Rob nodded at him and started pulling his shorts on.

Alex cleared his throat, 'You know my wife, Clare?'

'Kind of.'

'You know Tom's wife, Sarah?'

'The elegant brunette?'

'Yes. Well, you know Tom and I would do anything to keep our wives happy.'

'That's understandable.'

'Don't treat Sian badly. Don't talk about her, don't denigrate her to the squad. She doesn't sleep around, that's the first time I've even seen her with a bloke so don't assume she's easy. Or else. If our wives get upset...' Alex didn't have the sheer bulk of muscles Rob carried but Rob knew he could look after himself. The assistant coach, Tom, did, and more besides, plus they both fought dirty when necessary.

'Message received and understood. Now could I have her number please?'

Alex laughed, 'You've got some nerve.'

'I forgot to ask her for it.'

'You were busy?'

Rob gave Alex a measured look, 'You testing me? I told you all,' he mimed zipping his lips shut.

Alex grinned ruefully, 'Just joking. I'll check with Clare that she wants you to have it and text later.' He patted Rob on the shoulder and left.

Rob sighed, instead of no-strings-attached sex it turned out that he'd have to run the gauntlet for a repeat performance. Though if it was anything like the previous night, it would be worth it.

***

'He did what?'

'Made sure Rob wouldn't run his mouth off. He did ask for your number though, I told Alex to give it to him.'

Sian laughed harshly, 'Thanks but he's never going to call, not if Alex has scared him off. Shit,' she cursed, 'It was a great night but he probably thinks I'm easy.'

'That's been covered too.' Clare gave her a sympathetic smile, 'Alex did it off his own bat, he's trying to make me happy so don't get mad at him. He's just clueless sometimes.'

They were sitting in a pub in Harford having a late Sunday lunch. Sian had called Clare to apologise for disappearing the previous night but Clare had seen her and Rob disappearing together and correctly added two plus two.

Sian's phone started beeping, she glanced at the display screen but the number was unfamiliar. 

'Is it him?' asked Clare, hands clasped hopefully beneath her chin.

'Maybe,' admitted Sian, hitting the answer button and trying to ignore the butterflies swarming in her stomach. 'Hello?'

'Hi,' a familiar, deep voice rumbled, 'Taken any spills today?'

For a moment Sian's brow creased in puzzlement, 'Oh, I haven't even teetered if that's what you mean.'

'Not without me there to catch you,' rumbled the voice. 'Fancy a drink?'

'Err...okay.'

'Tonight, eight at...' There was an expectant pause.

'What about the White Lion, it's off Harford High Street?'

'Cool.'

'Cool.'

'See you later, then.'

'See you later.'

''Bye.'

'Ta-ra.' Sian carefully terminated the call before looking up at Clare with a stupid grin. 'He called.'

Clare grinned back, 'He did. What are you going to wear?'

'I've no idea what I'm wearing on top but I'll have my best underwear on underneath.'

'Great plan, Sarah would highly approve too. What about long boots and that wrap dress?'

'The red one?' Clare contemplated it for a moment, 'The one which I usually have to pin at the top?'

'That's the one. But leave the pin off, or remove it sometime in the evening.'

'Sneaky.'

'Yup.'

***

As the train rattled closer to Harford, Sian nervously fiddled with the skirt of her dress and tried to resist tugging at the deep v showing her cleavage. She had always been rather voluptuous and could definitely hold more than her own on the curves front, but didn't often show them to this extent. The colour was flattering to her, warming her skin and bringing out auburn highlights in her hair. It was her confidence dress, and she'd worn it for a couple of first dates too. Sadly, the dress had lasted a lot longer than any of the relationships had.

The train drew up at the station and Sian hopped off. She was a little early so decided to have a glance in some of the estate agents' windows. She was just bending over to take a closer look at a multi-million-pound when she felt something brush her buttocks and started.

'Nice view. Unless you have millions stashed away, I'd have thought that would be slightly out of most people's budgets.'

Sian laughed and turned around, 'Hey there. It's definitely out of mine, anyway.'

Rob grinned, 'That's a shame, I was planning to fleece you for all I could get. Another nice view.' His eyes had been drawn to her cleavage, due to leaning forward, her breasts were making a bid to escape the dress.

Sian gasped and pulled her bra and dress straight, 'Oops, sorry.' 

'I'm not complaining.'

They stood and looked at each other, Sian could feel the heat in his gaze. 'So, you managed to get here okay?'

'It's not far. I share a flat with Gavin and Marcus down the road.'

'Cool.'

'I don't know the area though, I don't go out around here.'

'Oh.'

There was another slightly-awkward silence. Rob was the first to break it, 'So, shall we go to this pub?'

'Okay. It's just over the road and down that passageway.'

They headed off towards the White Lion, Sian stealing glances at the man beside her. He was dressed all in black, his jacket covering a soft-looking sweater. His hair had been neatly combed, enough so that she had an urge to muss it up. Like it had been when she rode on top of him. The memory kindled heat between her legs, if she hadn't been walking, she would have had to rub her thighs together to ease it.

Rob and Sian came to a halt by lights, just in time for the crossing signal. As they stepped onto the road, they both glanced at each other and grinned ruefully as their eyes met.

Unfortunately, they missed the lights changing. The sudden call came from the right, 'Watch out!'

A cyclist zoomed past their noses. They both started in shock, and Rob's arm shot up around Sian to pull her back to the pavement. 

'Bloody hell!' cursed Rob. ''Scuse my language. Sorry.'

Sian laughed, 'We should've kept a better eye out. Come on, it's clear now.' 

As they crossed, Rob's arm didn't drop from her waist, Sian could feel his warm fingers through her coat and dress. The shot of adrenalin and his hand on her was making her body buzz, feel light-headed. Heat began building again between her legs and her breath shortened. Trying to regulate her breathing only made her more aware of his woodsy aftershave and the scent of him underneath, how he smelled and tasted. She knew he was talking but struggled to focus. 

She glanced at him again and his hand squeezed on her waist. Barely restraining a moan, she turned towards him and their eyes locked. The flickering heat between them exploded into wildfire. 

'Shall we go...?' He didn't need to say anything more, both his hands coming around her waist.

'Yes please.'

'Your place or mine?'

'Whichever's closest.' 

Back across the road, to the taxi rank. Luckily, nothing got in their way this time. Sian didn't hear what he said to the driver, just allowing herself to be bundled in the back of the black cab. The door slammed and his hands pulled her towards him. Or did she grasp him? 

Hands fought against clothing, she was pulled sideways as they ate each other up, only separating to draw breath. Hands dropped to her legs, ran upwards to the bare skin at the tops of her thighs.

His head dropped to her neck and he moaned, 'Stockings?'

His hot breath and licking kiss made her gasp, 'Hold-ups.'

'Sexy.' His fingers tightened urgently and he pulled her partially across his lap. Her arms went around his shoulders.

She could feel his erection through the soft wool of his trousers, the hard flesh pulsing towards her. One hand danced around and down, she rubbed him and he moaned again.

'Oi, you two, we're here.' The taxi driver's voice interrupted their heated clinch and they both groaned.

Somehow they manoeuvred out of the cab without letting go of each other, Rob chucking a note to the driver and fumbling with his keys. 'Two seconds,' he gasped, 'We just need to get indoors.

Sian was vaguely aware of voices as they mounted some stairs and entered a flat. He propelled her to a door, opening it and kicking it closed behind them.

He ruthlessly stripped off her coat. She helped him with his, the sweater and shirt disappearing too within seconds. She laughed in triumph at his revealed chest, and attacked his belt and fly. 

Before his trousers dropped down, he shoved a condom in her hands and left her to it as he yanked her dress open, scooped her breasts out and pulled up her dress as she tried to keep hands on him.

Feeling his ready erection was too much. 'Now,' she gasped, 'I need you now.'

He fumbled briefly for protection and he pulled her knickers to one side, lifted her up and down over him.

Sian cooed her pleasure as she stretched around him and he thrust them together. Standing was too much; he staggered backwards and sat on a soft mattress. Sian straddled him. Her breasts bounced above his face, he grasped and squeezed them firmly as she took over. 

Down and up, down and up, she rode him like a horse, thrusting her hips as they rubbed slickly together. The pressure built and exploded through her, she gasped, panted and squealed as heat flashed through her body. He groaned, she felt him pulsing inside her. 

'Oh. My. God.' Sian collapsed on him, her breasts mashing up to his lightly-furred chest. They panted together for minutes. She felt him soften, and regretfully started moving. He let her, his sensually half-opened eyes eating her up.

'You look so great,' he grinned weakly as she stood up.

Sian's dress was twisted up around her waist with her breasts bulging out. Her knickers were soaking and she began awkwardly pulling them straight. 

Without warning, the bedroom door flew open and a stack of clothes entered, walking itself across the room towards the bed. It bumped into Sian and toppled away, revealing a vaguely familiar, shocked face.

Sian squeaked and hurriedly covered her bare chest with one hand, pulling the skirt of her dress down with the other.

The lanky, redheaded former-clothes-carrier yelped and jumped back, shock plain on his reddening face. 'Oh fuck, I didn't know anyone was here. I was listening to....' He let the rest of the clothes drop and pulled white earphones out, tinny music filling the awkward silence. He tore his gaze away from a blushing Sian to Rob on the bed who had quickly made his trousers decent. 'I'm sorry, mate. I had to...your clothes were dry and...' 

Stammering his apology he began picking up the scattered clothes, shoving them into a pile. 

'Gav?' asked Rob quietly, 'I'm really grateful but can you do the domestic servant bit another time please? Give me a couple of minutes.'

Gavin's head bobbed up and he scuttled out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

'I'm really sorry Sian,' Rob apologised, sitting up and awkward adjusting his trousers. 'Are you okay?'

Sian's head was bowed and her hands covered her face. 'I'm fine,' her muffled voice assured.

Rob frowned and got up, gently pulling her hands down. Sian lifted her head, her eyes were shining with mirth and a snort of laughter escaped.

'That was hilarious, the poor lad,' she gurgled.

Rob began smiling, 'You're right, that was amusing. I'm sorry.'

Sian looked around for her handbag, spying it by the door. She dug out a tissue and wiped her streaming eyes. 'I should be embarrassed but he was mortified.'

Rob chuckled again, his eyes running over her, 'I'll go and have a quick word with him. Do you want to freshen up?' He nodded at another door, 'The bathroom's en suite and there's a clean towel...here that you can use.' He rummaged in the pile Gavin had brought in and pulled out a strip of green fabric.

Sian nodded, taking the towel and escaping to the loo. She didn't know whether to right her outfit properly or strip off, in the end just pulling off her soaked knickers and removing traces of their exertions. The underwear she wrapped in some tissues and stuck in her handbag, going to sit down on the bed to wait. Clare had texted her to ask how things were going and she stared at the screen, contemplating a reply. 

Sian could barely make out muffled voices of Rob and Gavin talking, she didn't really want to but the walls were paper thin and the headboard was right up against the wall. There were some bursts of laughter, but Rob was doing most of the talking.

'...Goes no further, don't tell anyone it's her...not my usual...no, no, it won't last long...'

'Nice one...tell the boys...the scratches...keep it quiet.'

Another gust of laughter, a door slamming and Rob re-entered the bedroom. Sian continued fiddling with her phone for a few moments, chucked it into her bag and stood. 'I'm sorry, I should be going.'

'Not yet. I thought...Gav's gone out and let us have the place to ourselves.'

Sian didn't respond, her feelings torn between wanting to escape and wanting to spend more time with him. What could he possibly think of her? Should she be worried about what she'd overheard?

He gently took her bag from her and grasped her hand, 'Come on, I have a bottle of wine in the kitchen and we can at least have a chat before...' He trailed off, 'Well, before you need to leave or we can...'

She decided to give him another chance and nodded, following him out of the room and into a sparse, modern living area. While she looked out of the window onto the quad in the middle of the new-build complex, he started opening a bottle of red wine. 

'We don't have much storage space, that's why Gav had to bring in the clothes. He's a good flatmate, tidy but not anally so. He's on loan for a few months, he plays...'

'Second row, he's one of the new guys. It's nice you get on,' she commented neutrally.

'Marcus isn't so bad either, he keeps himself to himself, we hardly know he's here.'

'Not like on the pitch, he's always shouting there. Or when he coaches the women. Clare was quite taken aback when he gave them their first bollocking,' Sian added with a grin. The familiar topic helped her relax.

'That's true, when he gets worked up, he's quite fearsome. Must be the combination of Irish and South African in him. He liked Clare...' Rob trailed off awkwardly.

Sian knew that Marcus had asked Clare out before she had married Alex. 'He's a good guy; he'll meet someone soon,' she assured him.

The ice was broken and they chatted for several minutes, finding out more about each other. He brought the glasses across and they sat on the sofa, bodies angled together. Sian sipped the wine, it was surprisingly good, 'Nice, I thought you'd have more beer in.'

He laughed, 'I enjoy different things.'

'What else do you enjoy?' she purred playfully before taking another mouthful of wine.

Rob shot her a sizzling look, 'I'd enjoy eating you out.'

For several moments she didn't react. Until she gasped for breath and wine shot out of her mouth. While Sian spluttered, Rob fetched a roll of paper towels and dried them both off. 

She started giggling as he mopped her breasts and traced the neckline, 'Well, that was unexpected.'

'That I want to eat you out?' His hands moved to hefting her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. Sian's back arched into his hands as hot wires zapped around her body. 'I've been thinking about it since that morning. When I tasted you here.' He ducked down to lick her cleavage. 

Sian felt a shot of sensation as if his warm, wet tongue had actually licked between her legs. Her bones turned to jelly and she sagged back into the soft cushions. The thought of him servicing her like that exploded the simmering pressure and heat between her legs. She could feel the wetness beginning to ooze out of her again. He slid down to kneel on the floor, his hands running up and down thighs, taking her dress with them so it crumpled at her hips.

'No knickers?' he asked bemusedly.

'They were wet,' panted Sian. A thumb started lightly stroking short, wet curls, teasing her and lifting away whenever her hips followed it. She mewled as she felt herself become wetter and wetter.

'Wet from what?' Amusement streaked Rob's voice as his breath tickled her inner thighs.




Playing Up Ch. 02



'From...me.'

'Like this?' Rob swirled his fingers, 'You're even more wet now. I'm looking forward to tasting you properly, licking up your juices.' One finger began inching further back, smoothing the wetness around. 'And there's still more we haven't tried yet.' 

Sweet fire blasted up her spine and she yelped at the new sensation. In the back of her mind she realised she was in the middle of the flat and anyone could walk in any time. 'Shouldn't we...move?' She struggled to voice her dwindling concern.

In response, Rob picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and returned them to his bedroom. She landed on the bed and even before she stopped bouncing, he was stripping off her boots and remaining clothes. Flinching at how the strong light must reflect her every bump and dimple, she tried covering her body with her hands.

Rob paused in taking his shirt off, his hot eyes taking in her efforts at shielding her body, 'Is this the same woman who rode me ruthlessly earlier? You can't be shy now.'

He prised her arms away from her body, holding her arms down as he shouldered himself between her legs, mastering her body. Somehow, with the assistance of some pillows, he manoeuvred her hips into the air. She had to use her released arms and free legs to balance.

'I can look at all of you now,' Rob grinned, 'but I'm not just looking.'

His domination made Sian even wetter, she could feel her juices trickling down to dampen the sheets. He moved down her body to hold both her thighs wide open, locking her in place. His breath gusted across her and she half-screamed in anticipation as her breath grew shorter and shorter.

The shock of his hot tongue right on her button made her arch, the heat spearing up her body, then he licked and suckled her and she forgot who she was. The sounds coming from her lips were unrecognisable as human speech. He alternated hot, broad licks with sucking her up, she could feel him humming into her. 

The licks slowed and he loosened his grip around her hips. She felt a finger gently stroking her sopping entrance, it pushed slowly inside and she clenched it tightly. He didn't keep it still, rubbing somewhere inside her which short-circuited her remaining faculties. With an ear piercing scream, blinding white light blew her up. 

She came around minutes later to find Rob still licking her insistently. She felt so tender down there, but it still felt good. Her hands touched the back of his head, pulling his short hair in a half-thought to stop him. A tightening of his grip on her discouraged her. 

She felt the touch of more fingers, dipping into her and swirling around her wetness. Not just wet, she could hear the squelching.

'You don't have to...' 

'Shush, I'm learning you.' Another twist of his fingers silenced her, 

He continued to press inside her and find her most sensitive areas, and the ones she shied away from. His tongue continued to irregularly dab at her, and suck inside her. One muscular arm controlled her writhing.

Her free arms flailed for moments, she had to resist holding his head to her. Her hands touched her hips and ran up to her breasts. Until that moment she hadn't realised how much they had swollen, the nipples tight and protruding. Cupping them, she squeezed and rubbed, the sensations multiplying the heat lower down her body. 

Rob lifted his head slightly, seeing her hands and her flushed face, spaced-out unfocussed eyes. 'That's what I want to see,' he chuckled hoarsely, licking his lips.

She had a moment of respite as he pulled off his clothes. He didn't have to hold her now, she had settled on the pillows, her legs sawing uselessly against the mattress, prevented from closing by his body towering over her.

He ran his fingers around her soaked, swollen centre, and moved the dampness around her body, coolness following his touch. Briefly he touched the centre of her nipples with one hand, next returning for more fluid and swiping his fingers over her mouth. Sian couldn't stop herself lifting her head, sucking at his slick digits. The salty taste made her murmur with want.

Heat had begun to build between her legs again, he returned there, his hands moving over her like before. Fingers entered her again, joined by a quick tongue, which remained as his fingers moved out and down and back, spreading her wetness further. They breached her clenching buttocks to touch her darker hole, and one finger pushed in.

Sian yelped and cried, the new feeling adding to the tumult of sensations in her body. 

He pushed in further, the sliding juices aiding him, 'I think you like that,' he murmured, 'You like being filled?' 

Not waiting for the response she was incapable of giving, he removed his hand and pulled her towards him, his cock rubbing over and entering her. He groaned in pleasure as she closed around him. 'You're so hot, wet and tight, but I think a change of position would work.'

He sat back on his heels, pulling her upright so she fell across him. One hand scooped up more of her slick juices and with alarming ease, re-penetrated between her buttocks. 

The double, dark pleasure of his cock and finger filling both her holes lifted Sian onto another plane. Under the control of his finger, he directed her hips to circle him. Her damp breasts rubbed against his chest, the slight scratching of the hairs adding to the pleasure. Her arms alternately held him to her, and squeezed her breasts. He sucked at her neck, hot breath tickled her ear. 

He flexed inside her and she tightened her grip on him, thrusting her hips and riding him. 

She began chanting, 'More, more, more, give it to me.' She clenched tighter, loving the friction in both entrances. 

He moaned, 'You're so tight, I need to...'

The finger in her backside pressed further, she felt another trying to gain entry. She froze as it pushed in, pinching her nerves and stretching her. Her chest bellowed as she tried to gain breath. It was pain, but incredible pleasure at the same time. The two fingers stretching her pushed further in, seated inside her, felt like they were joining his cock, rubbing together, redirecting her hips but it was all too much.

Her body exploded, she howled into his neck as heat and cold flashed through her. The world swirled and his hips hammered, pushing all of himself inside. 

She vaguely heard his roar of release and him subsiding around her. 

As she slid into a pleasure coma, he whispered in her ear, 'Another time, I'm going to take you there.' She could only whimper back.

The slamming of a door brought Sian round from the after-effects. She was lying on her side, Rob holding her to him, the sheets sticky around them both. All she could smell was sex, and felt her drying secretions over her body. 

As she started to move, Rob licked her ear, 'Not quite yet.'

She could feel him against her buttocks and her heart stopped, he wouldn't...? She had never done any anal play with a man before, she didn't know...

He pulled her onto hands and knees, her reluctance making her clumsy. 

'Rob, I'm not ready...'

He spanked her arse and a shock of heat went through her. 'I told you, not yet.' He pushed inside her wet hole and murmured with satisfaction as she tightened around him, 'I think we need to know each other better before that.' Rob finished his sentence with a hard thrust.

His movements were renewing the heat inside her, the want which only seemed to be temporarily satisfied after she had come. She didn't have to do anything as he hammered at her, although she pushed back at him. 

There was something she needed. She tried to move a hand down to caress herself, he caught her wrist, 'Naughty. What shall we do now?'

Still inside her, he grabbed both her wrists and loosely tied them to the bed frame with a couple of long socks and recommenced his hip movements. 

Sian could only gasp and shake her head, she needed a touch there, or on her breasts to come, it was going on forever as he slowed his strokes in and out, pulling her hips as he wanted her. It just went on and on, she was so high but after coming so much, couldn't make the last step. 'Please, touch me,' she begged.

'All in due course,' he soothed her, 'Just a few minutes more.' He somehow found another long rugby sock and fastened it around her mouth, blunting her pleas.

He was taking so much pleasure, but she was receiving it too. She wanted to sit back on him, take him deeper but he controlled her totally. 

Eventually he quickened again behind her, and leant forward, a hand grasped a breast, another scissored around her clit. The combination shot her over the edge and she screamed into a convenient pillow and he grunted into her, several times, collapsing on her and rolling to the side.

***

'Wow,' said Sian around her loose gag.

'Wow indeed,' confirmed Rob. 'Here, let me untie you.'

He efficiently removed the gag and the ties holding her wrists. 'Sorry about that, they are clean though.'

She laughed, 'From the washing pile?'

'Yep.' They both snickered and looked at the clothes still strewn on the floor.

A growl from her stomach interrupted, 'Oh, excuse me,' she blushed.

Rob groaned, 'I can't believe I haven't fed you.'

Sian laughed, 'I think I need to clean up first.' She felt sticky all over. Great, but sticky all over. She wriggled and stretched, hands running down her body.

'Oh god, please don't start me off again.' He pushed against her and she felt renewed interest. 'I'm like a bloody teenager again. Move whenever you're able to.'

Surprisingly, Sian felt like jumping up and did so. She bustled into the bathroom, grabbing the green towel from earlier and within seconds was soaping up under the hot spray. The shower gel she smoothed over her breasts smelled like Rob, and reminded her of earlier moments. It took several lathers and taking the shower off the hook to clean off her tender parts. Once clean, she leant back against the wall and let the spray relax her.

'Room for two?' Rob was bemusedly watching her from the door, a towel slung over his shoulder. At her nod, he stepped into the bathtub to join her, sliding past and grabbing the gel. He squeezed a dollop out and began lathering up his chest.

The tub wasn't very wide, with every sweep he brushed against her. She liked it, watching him, following the tracks of water down his body. He took particular care soaping his cock and balls. 

'Do my back? Please?'

She silently acquiesced, taking the gel from him and rubbing his back. Her hands ran over his muscles, loving the solidness of him. He turned back to face her and her hands continued to soap his chest.

'Glad I tied you, you scraped the hell out of my back last time.'

Sian stared at her soapy errant fingers and blushed, 'Oops.'

'I'll certainly have to tie you up and gag again, you looked so hot. Bondage, anal, spanking, you enjoy it all.' There was a hint of cruelty to his smile.

Sian's heart dropped, 'You make me sound like a...' All of a sudden she felt terribly exposed, utterly naked in body and mind. And stupid, so terribly stupid. 

As he stuck his face under the shared spray, she turned away, stepping out of the bath. 

'I didn't mean...' Rob had realised he'd said the wrong thing, but was stuck rinsing soap from his face. 

Sian plastered a rueful grin on her face, 'Don't worry, I know what you mean.'

She escaped the steamy bathroom and dried off, pulling her dress back on and fiddling with her phone to alleviate her nerves. She was straightening the sheets on the bed when it occurred to her, what was keeping her there? He was still in the shower. How was the evening going to end? Nerves hit and before she knew it, she had grabbed her belongings, yanked on the boots and was tiptoeing out of the door. 

By sheer luck, there was a bus stop right by the entrance to the block of flats, and a bus was drawing up outside. She jumped on, scanned her pass and scuttled down the aisle to grasp a rail. She didn't even know where the bus was going, but would figure it out. Harford. What a relief.

Her phone beeped, and her heart leapt, but the text wasn't from him. Her hands shook as she replaced the phone into her bag.

'You alright, darling?' The East End voice came from in front of her.

Sian looked up to see an attractively rough builder-type gazing down at her. 'I'm fine, thanks,' she responded, and smiled warily.

He scanned her face, glancing briefly at her cleavage, 'I'd say you're more than fine, gorgeous.' His eyes confirmed his thoughts, a very flirtatious grin on his face. 

She couldn't help but grin back. What was she doing? She'd just had the most fabulous, NSA sex, discovered she enjoyed a lot more than plain vanilla and felt rather good. She swayed slightly as the bus went round a bend. Yep, pleasurably sore and satisfied. 

The bus drew up at Harford station which broke the moment between her and the stranger, she laughed her thanks and winked at him, lightly stepping from the bus and jogging towards the station. That was it, the last train home. Excellent.

***

Rob didn't expect to find the bedroom empty. He pulled on jeans as he rubbed his hair dry. He could hear someone moving in the kitchen, and his stomach rumbled. 

'What do you fancy to eat then?' he called.

A male voice answered, 'I've eaten already.'

'Not you...' Rob's head came up. Had she...? 'Is anyone with you?'

'Nah, bra.'

The only other person in the flat was Marcus. Where had Sian gone? He pulled on a jumper and shoes, grabbing his jacket and went out the door. He was just in time to see the bus pulling away, with Sian walking down the aisle.

Oh, shit, what had he said to her? Was she upset? 

Another bus pulled up and without thinking, he jumped on. His bus shadowed hers until the station, where he saw her jump off. He followed her as far as the ticket barrier, staying several yards behind. She lightly skipped down to the platform, and he glimpsed her face as she turned and sashayed onto the waiting train. She was beaming, a huge satisfied smile on her face.

'Got a ticket, mate?' 

He shook his head, not bothering to look at the person asking.

'Shove over an' let us pass then. She's a fucking hot bird, mate. You know her?'

He shook his head as the train pulled away.

'Aww, fucking shame. I should've got her number on the bus. Gave me a huge smile, a cheeky wink and a hard-on. Never mind; more fish an' all that.'

Rob turned away, confused. What the hell was she up to? He wandered back to his flat, the walk doing nothing to clear his head.

So, he'd been a bit rude in the shower, she'd decided to leave but she wasn't upset. What the fuck was going on?



Playing Up Ch. 03



'Let me get this right, you shagged him, three times in one evening, then walked out?'

Sian playfully pursed her lips and nodded, 'Yep, that's about right.'

'Three times. Hot sex, a bit of a kink? Less vanilla, more...' Clare fanned her face.

Sian grinned, 'Depends where you draw the line at kinky. Light bondage?'

'That's nothing, Alex ties me up all the time. Proper ties, handcuffs, masks and we're even getting a special-'

'Whoa, stop right there. Definitely TMI. Well, when I'm sober...'

'So, bondage-lite for a start, a little domination. Sado-masochism?'

'Spanking. That was go-ooood.' Sian wriggled in her seat. 'Which reminds me, his fingers went where they-'

'No!' Clare started giggling, 'Anal? On a first date? It took us months to go there!'

'He really seemed to enjoy giving. He was so masterful.'

Sian and Clare were enjoying a lunchtime coffee in one of the cafes lining Harford Green. Sian had texted Clare on her way home on the train, while she was still on a sexually-gratified high. Clare insisted on meeting the next day.

'So, what do I tell Alex? Is Rob messing you around or not?'

Sian sat back and contemplated the situation, 'Tell him nothing. Nothing happened.'

'Mindfucking? Keeping him hanging?'

'Perhaps. I just haven't decided how I feel yet.'

'So, what will you do next time you see Rob?'

'I've no idea. There's a chance he thinks I'm a bit of a nutter, which would be embarrassing. I didn't know how to react when he went all...I don't know, cruel?'

'Cruel?'

'Maybe more crude? A bit blunt. I wasn't expecting to be romanced, things went a bit fast for that, but the way he spoke about what we'd done. I felt a bit hurt. And used.' Sian stared into her coffee. 'There's also something I overheard, I don't know whether getting involved is a good idea.'

'Home game this weekend. You can't miss that match, it's a big cup game.'

Sian grimaced, 'I'll...I'll just behave like it never happened. Neither time. Polite but friendly. Not think about jumping him again. Really not.'

'You really think you can do that?' asked Clare, raising an eyebrow.

'I can try.'

***

This time Rob wasn't teased for scratch marks down his back, instead they noticed a bite mark on his neck. The banter in the changing room after the showers wasn't any better than before.

'She must be a fox, mun. First scratches, now bites. Okay boys, do we know who this vixen is?'

Marcus could only shake his head honestly; he hadn't seen Sian's hasty exit. Gavin had his head buried in his kit bag so no one picked up his slight blush. Alex only glared at Rob, daring him to say something.

A younger voice piped up from the other end of the changing room, 'From my place, I did see a woman in a red dress strutting out of his flat. Didn't see her face but she looked vaguely familiar from behind. Hot too.' 

Another voice groaned quietly, 'What is it about scrum halves that made them so bloody irritating? If it isn't Alex on a wind-up, it's Damo the fucking kid. Why won't he shut the fuck up?'

Damian giggled on regardless, 'I'd so do her, on her hands and knees, so it didn't matter what her face looked like.'

Rob wasn't expecting the flash of anger he experienced. He wanted to keep Sian to himself, how dare Damian! To cover his feelings, he turned his back to the rest of the players and towelled himself off.

He'd awoken that morning still confused by Sian's exit, unsure what to do next and embarrassed by his behaviour. Should he call her again after last night, or was that too much like stalking? Sent a text to say sorry for being rude? He should have sent one last night, maybe the time had passed?

He wanted to have a word with Alex, but he'd just shrugged his shoulders at him and mimed that he knew nothing. Fuck.

Even more worrying was that he was hardening every time he remembered his exploits with Sian. When he remembered when she must have bitten him, that first time that night as she straddled him, squeezing him tightly as she came. Screaming into his neck.

Last night he'd started changing the sheets but the smell of them together had got him so hard, he had to stop for a wank, which felt confusingly unsatisfying without her there. She definitely would have lent a hand or two, or even a mouth. Her mouth, with that flicking tongue, sucking and licking him like a lollipop. He wanted to see her on her hands and knees, completely absorbed in enjoying his body. That first time where she used her boobs and swallowed everything? He thought that was so hot and natural. She really loved to lick him all over too, her obvious enjoyment feeding his own arousal. 

It was a good thing Rob had continued dressing while thinking of her, otherwise he couldn't have closed his jeans for the erection now straining against the heavy denim. He grabbed his bag, slinging the long shoulder strap so it covered his groin area and departed, waving a hand towards the catcalls and flying comments.

***

Heavily muscled legs surged and worked together with purpose as opposing legs and hands grappled for purchase. Slowly, the heaving mass of bodies rolled forward and down. Shouts and cries rang around the field as the home crowd cheered the action in front of them. 

Sian gasped along with the rest and cheered, 'Yes! We scored! Woohoo!' She grinned happily, nudging Clare next to her, 'Nice pushover try.'

They watched as the players untangled themselves, patted each other on the back. One mud-covered hulk got more pats than the rest, a filthy Rob. Only his clean, white smile stood out from the rest of his face until he grabbed a water bottle and doused himself so his features began to emerge. 

In the gap between one of the opposition players needing attention and restarting the match, Sian watched him put fresh tape around his ears, globs of Vaseline on and around his head. She wasn't the only one watching him.

A girlish giggle intruded into her thoughts, 'That Rob's a bit of alright, isn't he?'

There were several younger girls a couple of rows below, shivering in their fashionable jackets and gossiping about most of the players.

'I dunno, my dad says he's a bit of a journeyman, going from club to club and filling in. Nothing special.'

'Durr, you idiot, I was talking about him being a bit cute, in a rough and muscley way.'

'You're the idiot; it's muscular, not muscley. You're supposed to studying for an English A-level!'

'I'd rather study Rob. In my A-level Art Life Drawing class.'

The girls dissolved into giggles and Sian allowed herself a wry smile, tamping down the snakes of doubt. She didn't care, did she? 'Drink, anyone?'

***

'Oh, bollocks,' swore Sian as her tipsy fingers knocked the change off the bar. She steadied herself against a stool and bent over, picking up the coins.

Despite being knackered after another eighty-minute match and full of post-match grub, Rob's body was still on sexual high-alert. The sight of Sian's curvy jean-clad arse wiggling as he walked into the bar made him groan aloud and curse as his cock plumped up.

Luckily the only person in the vicinity was Gavin who handed him a beer and grinned at his predicament, 'You have got it bad, haven't you?'

'Fuck, yes.' Rob dragged his gaze away from the fascinating view, and stared into his pint. 

'So, what happened? You were getting on so well when I...interrupted.'

'I blew it. Said the wrong thing the wrong way.'

Gavin nodded, 'Been there, done that. Birds can be sensitive after you've shagged them. Need to give 'em a bit of a cwtch not slap 'em in the chops. You fucked up, mun.'

Rob raised his eyebrows at his young flatmate sounding so knowledgeable, 'Ok, I know I'm going to regret this but what would you do now?'

'Ignore her for a bit, mun. Play it cool. Get her coming after you once she's no longer pissed off. You've already asked her out, why's it up to you to do all the running?'

Rob frowned; not while he was still so horny. He glanced back towards Sian. She really looked good that day. For a change, her curly hair was twisted up in a knot, the slender, pale nape of her neck exposed above her dark red top. He wanted to kiss her there gently as he screwed her from behind. 

Gavin carried on, 'But before you're able to do that tonight, you'll have to go and knock one out. Calm down your hormones.'

'Hah!'

Before he could continue further, the two of them were surrounded by several young girls, all swishing hair, high heels and giggles. 'Hiya, I'm Tania, my dad's on the committee. So...are either of you single?'

***

A couple of hours and several beers later, Rob was seriously considering Gavin's advice. They'd moved on from the club to a local upmarket bar and Sian's crowd were there also, on the other side of the room. 

He was trying not to look her way at all, afraid that he wouldn't stop in time. Now he knew what obsession was like. Incessant need to touch, to hold and to taste, he kept remembering events from the nights with her. When she had sucked him inside, ridden him like a horse as she searched for her own pleasure, or let him take control. Fuck, he was horny.

He had to stop it, before he embarrassed himself over her. 

The nearest gents were on the other side of the bar, on his way past he saw her laughing and smiling at two besotted chaps from a rival team. He scowled and hastened to the sleekly-decorated loo area, managing to nab a larger stall in the corner which even had a small window to the side covered with heavy damask curtains. Locking the door and leaning back against it, he unzipped immediately, his hands going to his already-hardening cock and tightening balls. He only just held back a groan from the temporary relief of touch. 

A pool of spit and he easily started working himself. Up, down, squeeze, twist. Oh, that was so good. His mind replayed images of the two of them together. Sian smiling up at him as she held his cock, and her tongue on him that first morning. God, he was hard. Coming between her gorgeous tits. In her mouth. Her swallowing him up. Him restraining her, and her moans as he did what he wanted to her luscious body.

Pre-come oozed from the head, running down, mixing with his hand, making him more slippery. But not as slippery as her... Rob bit his lip and groaned as he came, spurting over the floor and narrowly missing his clothes. He breathed deeply as the last tremors shook him. Done.

In those few minutes, the loos had become busier which luckily had covered any noise he made. Unfortunately, impatience banged on the door, 'Hurry up mate, there's blokes dyin' for a piss 'ere.'

Rob panicked, looking around for something to wipe his cock and hands off on. He patted futilely at the empty toilet paper holder. There weren't any spare rolls either. A light breeze from the small window gave him an idea. He waddled over to the curtains, selected an area hidden from view and carefully wiped himself enough to close his trousers. He rearranged the fabric, hiding the evidence apart from what was hardly visible on the floor.

A quick wash of his hands in the sink and he was presentable again, and a lot less horny. Thank fuck for that!

***

It was a strange evening. Sian pretended she was enjoying herself, certainly flirted with more men than she usually did. Rob was around, she thought she had caught a few hot gazes before he had looked away and turned his broad, club-shirt-covered back to her. 

With her hair up, she couldn't rely on her normal tendency to hide behind it. The crimson silk top with the deep cleavage and cinched waist paired with her jeans and red strappy heels made her feel girly and confident. And perhaps the vodka had helped a little with her confidence? She felt sexy and indestructible. 

'Wanna join us at a club? We'll treat you,' offered the taller of the two youngsters chatting her up. 

She laughed and shook her head, 'Nah, thanks. You're both charming but I'm not in a clubbing mood tonight.' And the last time she went clubbing, who did she meet? She caught a dark glower from the man in question as he barrelled past.

The boys took her refusal with good grace, leaving her with kisses on both cheeks and promises to go for a drink another time. 

A short time later while she was leaning back against a pillar on the periphery of a conversation, Rob came out of the loos, moving a lot slower that time. She watched as he rejoined the Harford players in their red matching shirts. One of them she knew, Gavin, shot a glance her way, said something and bumped knuckles with Rob.

Hmmm, what was going on? While she was pondering, Rob turned to face her way. He laughed at something one of the others said, clinked his bottle and looked around.

His gaze passed over her without stopping, without acknowledgement. Ouch. Sian felt as if someone had physically slapped her. Ice trickled down her spine. Was he embarrassed to be seen with her? Even looking at her?

Fury grew within her at the thought, her inhibitions swept away by the alcohol she'd consumed. Fuck him and his attitude. A few steps was all it took. 'Hi, Rob.'

Rob's face was nonplussed, 'What do you want?' 

Sian leant in to murmur in his ear, 'I want you. I want to lick and swallow you down like an ice-cream, to suck you like a lolly. I want you inside me, for you to fuck me and come until you feel like you're turning inside out. I want you hard and fast, and slow and deep. And after we finish once, I want you to fuck me again, and again, and again.' She nearly moaned but held it back. 'But I know you don't want me, and what I want...well, as my mother used to say, "Want, want, doesn't get". So I'll go to bed alone and think of how good you smell and how you might feel inside me.' 

She slowly straightened, avoiding his eyes. If she hadn't aroused him, she'd aroused herself. She headed for the loos, intent on tidying her make-up and using the loo before making the trip back to her flat.

Leaning over the mirror, she noted the flush in her cheeks. Just seeing Rob and thinking what they had shared was enough to do that. She rinsed her hands under the cool water, quelling the impulse to hide in there all night.

Time to go. Sian girded her loins and opened the door, seeing the exit clear for her escape. A few steps and she would be-

A strong arm circled her waist and she was pulled into a corner. She clutched at Rob's biceps and squeaked in shock.

'What the fuck made you think I didn't want you? What do you think this is?' Rob pulled her hips into his, forcing her against his bulging jeans. 'I've only just come, then you whisper that litany of sex in my ear and I'm ready like a schoolboy again.'

Sian couldn't stop herself rubbing against him, the ache increasing. She sucked in her breath with a gasp, trying to focus on why this was such a bad idea but Rob's continuing torment was reminding her body of how good he felt.

'Well?' Rob was breathing heavily too. 'Look, I'm sorry I was so rude to you, I really didn't mean for you to take offence. I like you, 

'I thought you were embarrassed to be seen with me?'

'I thought you wanted things to be kept quiet.'

Another push of his hips and she gasped, 'I don't fucking care, just don't stop!'

The bellowing voice of the landlord rang out, 'Oi! You two, keep it family-friendly or take it home!'

Half the bar, including the Harford boys, turned around to look for whoever was misbehaving.

'Aye up boys, we've found the mystery woman.'

'What's up with that? They look good together. Can I watch this time?' Damian grinned expectantly.

Sian hid her face in his neck with embarrassment.

Rob whispered mischievously in her ear, 'Remember biting me there? As you sat across my cock, my hands-'

'Shut the fuck up before I come on the spot,' growled Sian back. 

'I was serious, you know I've been ready for you all day, I'd only just calmed myself down shortly before you whispered in my ear and I was off again like a teenager. You don't play fair.' He punctuated that with another press of his hips into her, and a surreptitious squeeze of a breast.

'Neither do you!' she gasped.

'Well, you'll just have to wait.' His hands moved to gently cup her face and he stared into her eyes, smiling lightly but seriously. 'We need to have a chat before we jump into bed again. 

Sian nodded in agreement as her arousal calmed to a simmer.

He lightly kissed her, 'Let's say a few words before we head off. Ready?'

She nodded and he took her hand and led her over to his friends as her confidence spiked. He wanted her to be by his side! He wasn't embarrassed to be seen with her! She felt like a freeing weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

***

'So much for your advice, Gav.'

'It worked, didn't it?' Gavin grinned at them both. 'Kill or cure, I was hoping she'd have a bit of a tiger in her.'

Rob scowled, 'You twat.' 

Bravery had obviously been an additive to Gavin's beer, 'Before I forget to say it, nice tits honey.'

'Glad you liked them, you're not seeing them again. I'll rip your balls off if you dare.' Sian glanced at his crotch as Gavin winced.

Damian overheard that, 'Ooh, feisty. I like 'em hot. Fancy a threesome, Rob?'

'Damian, I have one thing to say to you.' Sian crooked a finger.

Damian grinned as he leant in towards her, his eyes dropping down to her cleavage, 'Yes, sexy babe.'

Sian rolled her eyes, 'A small matter you can help me with.'

'Anything for you, gorgeous. I have plenty to spare, and not so small at that.'

'Do.....Fuck. Off.' She smiled angelically at him.

He blushed as all the rest of the boys guffawed at his embarrassment.

Rob chuckled and kissed her lightly, 'I think that's said it. Let's be off.' 

She waved happily to her friends as they exited the bar, hand-in-hand. 

'Want to go for that meal I never treated you to?' 

Sian couldn't hide her surprise, 'I thought we'd be heading back to either of our places?'

'I meant it about slowing things down. Let's have a go at it. A few proper dates, maybe some that don't end or even start in bed. See if we get on as well as I think we will.'

'Great plan, agreed.' She beamed.

'As long as we shag often enough that you wear me out, I've been climbing the walls since I saw you last. Been rock hard most of the time with the need to be inside you.'

Sian gasped, and pinkened with arousal. 'Rob!'

He held open a restaurant door for her, 'Tapas, talking and teasing for the next hour. See if I can get you as hot for me as I've been for you.'

'Hmmm, I'm already there that shouldn't be difficult,' Sian promised, whispering. She glanced down as they were led to a secluded table, 'There's one more thing I need you to tell me though.' 

'What might that be?'

'Is that stuff on your shoes what I think it is?'

*THE END*

I hope that you've enjoyed Playing Up. Please vote and leave feedback, I love to hear from readers. There's more about the Harford Scarlet series on my profile page, and Rob & Sian feature in a couple of my other works. Tx 



Playing up on My Husband



I want to relate a couple of incidents that have happened to me that I would really like to share. It relates to a guy that just likes using me for sex.

I am happily married to a man who is good in bed with lots of staying power, but although he does satisfy me, the thought of a strange cock has always appealed.

It started one night at a friends' party. My husband had to work so I took a friend of mine. It was sort of a dress up night and I wore a figure hugging black dress, and black really high heels. It is the sort of dress that you cannot wear a bra with so my firm tits hung loose and my nipples were regularly rubbed hard. I have been really fucked hard by my husband wearing this dress so I sort of felt horny as soon as I put it on. I felt a bit game as well this night. I suppose in the back of my mind I was looking to pick up some guy, fuck him and then never see him again, (well that was the fantasy), so I wore suspenderless stockings and "G" sting black satin panties - the sort easy to get off. As soon as I looked at myself in the mirror I got a little wet, knowing what I had on underneath, and said to myself, "Your getting fucked tonight." Don't get me wrong, it was more of a fantasy than an intention, but I had that little twinge in my pussy just having the thought.

Anyway, my girlfriend picked me up and off we went.

It was an outside sort of party and a little chilly as we arrived, and in the cold, after a little while, my nipples were aching. We were there for an hour or so when I noticed two guys sizing my girlfriend and I up. I felt a twinge of guilt as I sort of called them over. David and Paul were in their twenties and fit and tall. They immediately knew I was horny.

We made small talk and I was getting a little nervous, and cold, standing there. David was watching my every move and whispered to me, "You look like you are a little, um cold", and motioned towards inside the house.

I knew he meant to go inside so I though, why not.

We went upstairs into what I think was one of the guys' rooms. There was a table and chairs, a bed and a couch. The guys sat at the table, and Sandy and me sat on the couch. By the way she had on a knee length pink satin dress that was ultra sexy. She also always went a bit overboard on the makeup but tonight she did look hot.

I sort of sat back, relaxed and very very horny.

David then stood and walked to wards me. He stood in front of me and said how about some fun. I knew what he meant and the way I felt, was very happy to oblige in any way I could.

I looked up at him with a horny smile as he undid his fly. I looked down to see a huge nine-inch cock bursting with stiffness. Pre come trickled down the head and I quickly ran my tongue along its length. It tasted good.

He let out a moan.

I then in gulfed his member in my wet mouth and started work. I thought, make him cum, make him happy, I haven't been unfaithful and we could go home. Yeah right.

As I worked on that cock the only thing in my mind was how much I wanted it in my cunt. Guilt was over come by lust. The need to be fucked.

I was glad when he came in my mouth, glad because I knew I'd get a decent fuck from him with a half empty load, but as he keep pumping and pumping, sweet cum trickled down my chin. I felt like such a slut but god, it felt so good.

My next move, as I still struggled to swallow, was to stand and push David back towards his chair. He knew where I was pushing him and sat. I stood in front of him and lifted my dress only enough to pull off my panties. Looking him in the eyes I lifted my dress to reveal my stocking tops and my dripping cunt. "Your gunna fuck my tight little puss," I thought.

In one movement he had his trousers off and sat with a cock already hard again. No guiding was needed as I straddled him. My cunt was so wet his monstrous member slopped straight it. I came straight way as it stretched my very being. Looking into his eyes again I undid the one strap holding my slinky dress top up and as it flopped down my pert erect nipples were free. Like a leach he immediately started sucking each breast as we rocked back and fourth in rooting rapture. Me, such a slut impaled on such a pleasing cock. Why was I married, why wasn't my husbands cock this good.

I came again and again and again, and decided I better let him cum again so started to pump him rhythmically. I knew it would be awhile so started to concentrated on other things and realised I'd forgotten Sandy. God what must she think of me. I then became aware of moans behind me and turned to see Sandy being fucked by Paul as she lay on her back on the couch. H e was pumping her soo hard the couch was almost busting.

The cock in me, holding the back of David's head as he lapped my nipples, what a slut. It felt so good.

All of a sudden, David moaned and I felt the burst of hot sperm inside me. Oh it was so good, and out of the blue I came again.

I sat and kissed David for 10 minutes or so then I stood, fixed my dress and was ready to leave. Sandy was finished and we were about to go when David asked if we could do it again sometime. I gave him my number, (a wrong one) to quiet him and left. I'd had my fun and didn't want to ruin my marriage so we left and went home. We never said a word to each other on the way home and thought that was the last of it.... Or so I thought.



Playing Up Ch. 01



They slept briefly. Sian woke first, unused to having a man in bed with her. Her head ducked down under the sheets and she roused him with her tongue, slipping on the condom and straddling his hips as he realised what was happening. 

He let her ride him for a while until he decided to take control. He turned her onto hands and knees, her arse sticking up in the air. He plunged in and out of her, his hips hammering into her and she loved it, clawing at the sheets, throwing herself back at him. He even slapped her bottom several times, the brief sting adding to the rush of sensation running through her body and tipping her over the edge. 

After that, they slept again and Rob woke her up slipping into her from behind. They moved together slowly, somehow it became more tortuous than the earlier, rougher sex. His fingers pinched her clitoris as her back arched and she came with a half-scream. That was the last she remembered.

***

'Oh, shit.'

The beeping of a phone had woken Sian up. She knew it wasn't hers, and it took some time for Rob to realise it was his. He dragged himself off the wrecked bed, the sheets almost tripping him as he staggered over to his pile of belongings.

'Fuck.'

Sian stayed still on the bed, wondering what was so bad. A little grey light was beginning to enter the room as the day began, which meant it was around seven.

'Bollocks,' muttered Rob again under his breath, 'Fucking weights session. Shit.'

She heard more rustling of clothes.

'Shit, I can't go smelling like this. Shower.'

She heard him go to the bathroom and the water run briefly, and the rustling of clothes again. Whether to pretend to be asleep or awake was her dilemma. Awake, it had to be.

She stretched silkily on the bed, ensuring the sheets covered her from breasts to knees, 'Morning.'

Rob stopped in the middle of pulling his t-shirt on, 'Morning.' His eyes ran over her body, lingering where the sheet barely shielded her breasts. He groaned and his hand went to his jeans-covered groin, 'I can't believe I'm still getting hard after last night.'

Sian sat up slowly, pleasant aches from the night's exertions running through her body, coupled with fresh excitement as he ran his hand over his swelling erection. The sheet slid from her breasts, exposing them completely to him.

His hot eyes dropped to her hardening nipples, 'I should be off, if I leave now I won't be late.' He didn't sound too certain.

'Hmmm,' murmured Sian, sensing some leeway, 'You can spare ten minutes. Come here,' she commanded.

'Ten minutes?' He couldn't resist, closing the gap between them. 

His groin approached her face and she licked her lips. Her hands ran up his thighs and across to the strained fly. She squeezed him through the fabric as his head went back and he moaned. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned him, pulling his jeans down and scooping his erection out of his dark-coloured boxer shorts. For a moment she looked at him in awe, he was so sexy, the plum-shaped head, the strong column which curved slightly to deliciously hit that spot inside her. The veins running along the underside. The head had begun to ooze its excitement and she licked her lips. She had tasted him last night and he was delicious. She leaned forward and her tongue ran up the length to swipe across the top. Tasty.

His hips flexed towards her as he panted at the touch, 'More.'

'I better hurry up though if I've only got ten minutes,' she giggled. Her hands clutched his buttocks, pulling him closer to her. As her mouth enclosed his head, she assisted it with one hand on the shaft, the other brushed the crease between his legs. 

To her delight, the previous night she had discovered that he kept himself well-trimmed below and the skin was even more sensitive because of it. He also loved her playing with his buttocks, his perineum and balls. She worked that now, enjoying the taste of him almost as much as he was revelling in the sensations.

His knees started to give way and she guided him to lie down on the bed, straddling him and pushing his erection between her breasts. She dipped a hand between her legs and used the moisture there as lubricant on his shaft. She watched as his cock moved back and forth between her mounds of flesh, continuing to swipe at him with her tongue as he came towards her.

He tasted so good, she couldn't get enough of him. As his hips arched and cock hardened, she moved her mouth down and swallowed him up. He spurted into her mouth and she drank him down, taking every drop. He brushed her hair gently as he moaned and panted, his muscles rippling before his head fell back with a sigh.

Sian slowly got up and went to the bathroom, grabbing a small cloth and coming back to wipe him down gently. 'Come on, you have training to get to,' she cajoled.

He groaned and she helped him off the bed, pulling his shorts and jeans up from his ankles. The t-shirt he managed to straighten himself, his sensibilities returning. As he picked up his keys and other detritus, she became aware that she was still naked and sticky. She snatched a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around her body, blushing as he stared at her curiously.

'Hadn't you better be going?' The words came out colder than she had meant.

He still looked at her. She turned around and stalked out to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and glugging it down. 

He followed her, 'You know I'd return the pleasure if I hadn't needed to go? And it would be a pleasure with someone as responsive as you.'

Her blush became a full-body flush as she imagined him between her legs, licking into her. Now she stared at him as her legs weakened.

Rob laughed at her predicament, 'We'll take this up again. I really have to leave, I'm going to get a bollocking for being so late.' Two strides brought him next to her, he kissed her on both cheeks and inhaled.

She self-consciously squirmed, 'I really need a shower.'

'Maybe.' Head ducking down, he swiped his tongue in the cleavage exposed by the towel. He closed his eyes, tasting her, 'I've washed my body but I'll leave with the delicious taste of you on my tongue.' 

As a parting line, it couldn't have been more successful at wrecking her remaining composure. She heard the front door close behind him as her legs gave way and she slumped to the floor.



Playing With A Boy



I must say, it is always interesting to shower with my nephews outside the bathroom door. At six and ten, they find me to be a constant source of entertainment.

Questions abound from them, with my normal answer. Do you want the truth, or can I lie to you? They prefer my lies on most topics.

They leave me alone long enough for me to dress. As soon as I leave the guest room, they want to know where I am going, what am I going to do, why won't I stay with them, etc.

At the doorway, I give them hugs and kisses. The six-year-old tells me I smell "pretty," and his brother agrees.

You're going to go with a boy, the six-year-old tells me. 

Oh really, I question him back. What makes you think that? 

He then tells me about how I smell "pretty" and girls who smell "pretty" go play with boys. 

Can't beat that logic. 

I announce my intent to see them in the morning, telling them the "inquisition" is over. The ten-year-old wants to walk me out to the driveway, to make sure I get to my car safely. In his socks, he runs out before me, opening the car door. Before he closes the door, he wants a solid confirmation from me I will not miss his final football game. I give it to him. 

A few miles later, I'm where I want to be on this Friday night about sevenish. 

As I enter the house, I'm greeted by his dog. The dog seems pleased to see me, I think. I sure hope I get the same response from his master.

I know there is a plan. . . I get to "choose" my favorite seat! In my wicked mind, there is no choice. 

I'm going to "sit" where there a man has strapped himself to his bed!

I take off my clothes, as quickly as possible. I still have the dog's attention; after I pull off my jeans I feel the familiar cold, wet nose on my ass. Must be a "dog" thing. Once over the shock of the nose, I'm left standing in a crushed velvet piece of lingerie. The dog approves.

In sheer moments, I am bounding into the room where my friend has himself tied to the bed. A sight I like to see-- a man, in my underwear, tied down spread eagle.

Yup. My nephew was right. I was indeed planning on playing with a "boy!"

I was already wet, from the time I put my jeans on after my shower. Nasty thoughts filled my head, knowing a tongue would soon be in my pussy made me all the wetter.

Casual greetings are exchanged, I attempt to be a gracious guest. Like a child, I want to "hurry up and dig in." 

Kisses are exchanged. My friend has a long tongue, sucking on it turns me on. He frees his hands from his self-imposed bondage (which I find to be extremely sexy as well as delightful!) and I am treated to his hands roaming all over my ass. 

I'm the consummate time-waster. I enjoy the thrill of pleasure denied; making pleasure obtained all that much more magnificent once realized. . .

Not tonight. 

I break from the kissing, to place my ass right over his face. I was invited to sit at my favorite place; how impolite of me not to make my choice known?

His hands spread my ass, allowing him access to my wet pussy. The initial dive of his tongue into my snatch causes me to lean forward onto his wall. If the wall wasn't there, I bet I would have fallen over from pleasure. 

All I can think about is how bad I am, how corrupt my need to fuck and be fucked is. . .

I know I'm going to be fucked. Fucked so damn good, I won't be able to stop thinking about his hard cock for days. Or, longer.

Fuck me, I think. Seriously, fuck me. So what if I spend most of my life as a mean, hateful bitch. . . I want to be nasty.

I'm thrown from my personality thoughts by the start of an orgasm. I know I am going to cum. Hard. I force myself to hold back, to stop myself. I want more tension. I want the evil orgasm, the orgasm that makes me feel like I am on fire. I feel his tongue, working my clit. Fingers are in my pussy. . .and I am so fucking wet.

I pull myself away just a bit, to give myself a "rest." I want to cum, I want to delay it, I want to fuck. I don't get too far away, for my friend pulls me back down onto his face.

He shoves his tongue up into my pussy. I know moans of pleasure are escaping my lips. I can't hear myself. I look over my shoulder, to see his hard cock in my panties. The panties don't do shit for covering up his dick. Good for me-- the mere thought of hard cock puts me back onto my path of orgasm.

Holding back on an orgasm is far more difficult than finding it. I can practice delayed orgasm by myself- it is a true challenge when a man is controlling the action on my pussy.

I stop holding back, and it happens. I can hear the low moan of my friend, as he drinks in my pussy juice. A finger on my ass makes the orgasm that much more intense-- I feel greedy for enjoying such pleasure.

Not missing a beat, my friend removes the rest of his binds, and I lay down on his bed. He dives back into my wet pussy. I want more pleasure, I'm anxious to be fucked.

I spread my legs as far wide as they will go-- I want him and his fabulous tongue to partake of all the pussy he can handle. His fingers are in my pussy; I know I'll cum again and again and again...

He slips a finger in my ass. How much wetter will my pussy get? I can't stand it, yet I want more. Much more. I feel his tongue on my ass, then back to my pussy. The sensation of his tongue, his fingers- the smell of him, the smell of my pussy-- I'm moments away from more orgasms.

I don't even bother to hold back. I submit to his skills, submit to the pleasure I want. I know I'm not pouring pussy juice-- my pussy is on fire! There is no way to describe what my pussy feels like; I can't continue to restrain my desire for a fuck, to have his cock shoved up me. 

As my orgasm subsides, he does exactly what I want.

Hard.

He shoves his big, fat cock into me, and pounds me. I've come so much, my pussy is ready to feel the maleness of him. As he is fucking me, giving me everything his dick has- I find the light flush of his skin to reveal what I already know. . .even in the low light--

He's going to fuck me harder, then he's going to cum. 

I lose myself in stupid thoughts for a few moments. . .can my pleasure been seen in my dark eyes? Can he see the magnitude of my pleasure? Does he have any idea of what he does to my body?

It starts again.

Another orgasm. 

When he pulls out of me, he gives me one of his trademark sayings about keeping a hard dick...

I've cum so much, my mind is mush. The fucking was so grand, so enjoyable-- I know I want more. 

Pleasure denied makes for pleasure realized. . .

We drink wine, and I listen to him talk. I have a bad case of the giggles; he has a way of talking about himself and his life-- he is who he is! Goofing off, flirting, picking on my toes-- all that stuff keeps my pussy wet. 

I reach an impasse. Do I get up, put on my jeans, and leave? Should I not be so fucking greedy; should I not impose my pussy any longer into the situation?

Fuck it, fuck me. Yes, fuck me! Who am I kidding? I came to "play" with a "boy" and I had found myself being thoroughly fucked by a man.

I make my move, sorta. I tickle, and move my hands down to my panties. The ones he is wearing. . .

I can feel his lips on my neck; my pussy is wet again. His cock grows in my hands, I think my nasty thoughts. It doesn't take long for the kissing to begin, then his fingers up my pussy.

I ask him what he wants to do, hoping the answer to be fuck you. As he tells me, bit by bit, I can't stand myself. My nipples are hard, and he's taken the time to grab my breasts, lick and suck my nipples. . .

Words about fucking my ass drive me insane. Yes, I want him to fuck my ass. 

His hands are in my pussy, fingers in my ass. He offers me a finger that has been in my pussy; I wish I could be ashamed to say I like my pussy juice. I'm not, and if tasting myself makes me a corrupt woman- fuck it.

He moves down to my pussy, giving me a few quick licks on my clit. My clit has been rock hard all evening, hiding out under its hood. Breathing on my clit drives me wild. His fingers are in my ass, in my pussy, then back in my ass. Fuck me, fuck me!

He motions for me to roll over- so I can take his dick doggie style. The feeling of his cock in me- in my red hot pussy-- yes, fuck me.

His strokes are long, powerful; my pussy feels so fucking full. As he fucks me, I wonder how much more I could take. . . his fucking me was so good, so depraved- I came again.

After he takes his pleasure from deep in my pussy, he lays down on top of me for a few moments. 

I'm not one to ask a lot of stupid questions. I can't stop thinking about his cock in my ass. I loose myself in the thought of his tongue in my pussy, him licking my ass, bringing me off. . .

My mind then turns to more misbehavin'. . . cold lube on my ass. The tip of his hard cock at the most private part of my body. 

The pleasure of the entrance. The satisfaction of taking all his cock up my ass, feeling my pussy quiver from pleasure. To have my pussy, then my ass fucked. 

I get pulled back into reality. I don't know or care what time it is, yet I know it is time to leave before I wear out my invitation.

Or worse yet, wear out my gracious host!

I don't make promises, I say what I am going to do and do what I say. I find myself sitting on the sidelines- with my six-year-old nephew on my lap. We are bundled up in blankets, and he's asking me a million questions about what a "cornerback" does. . .

The game goes on; I jump up to cheer my other nephew. I feel the marked soreness in my lower region. 

A reminder of my indulgences with a "boy."

And, my concentration is ruined with thoughts of partaking in a sensual ass fuck. 



Playing with a Cougar



It was a Tuesday morning and I was dreading going to work that day. I was working as a utility lineman, climbing poles, building telephone lines, etc... We were working out of town in upstate New York and had been there for about 3 months and the work was tougher than usual due to the terrain. Up and down hills, mountains, across rivers. It just sucked and my body was beat. I needed a break. A night of relaxation and unwinding. 

Anyway, I had finished my breakfast at the little diner across from the motel, where I had eaten every morning since arriving in town. Patty, the cheerful, older woman, that had taken my order almost every morning, came and sat across from me in the booth and offered to refill my coffee. I thanked her and declined, as I needed to get my ass in gear. 

She had heard me and the other guys on my crew bitching and moaning about needing a night out and suggested that I check out a bar just out of town. The boar's head, I think the name was. Great food, pool tables, great bartender, blah, blah, blah. I told her that if I was off work in time and not exhausted, I might have to check it out. Paid my bill and headed out to work.

The weather that day was kinda shitty and thunderstorms ended our day earlier than usual. I got back to the motel around 3pm, showered and headed back to the diner for a late lunch/ early dinner and to my surprise, Patty was still there, waiting on her co-worker to show up and relieve her. 

As I was looking over the menu, she flopped down in the seat across from me and asked if was going out since I was done work early. "yeah! I think I'll go check it out." I said.

"Great! Maybe I'll see ya there!" she said. She took my order and before I had finished eating, her relief had shown up and Patty had left for the day.

I had talked 2 of my co-workers into going out with me that night. Gary, who was 40ish and kind of a dick, lazy ass hell and just not a lot of fun, and Eric. Eric was 19 and fresh out of high school. 

At the time, I was 28, 5'8", 180lbs and in really good shape. I had taken this job a year prior after leaving the Army after 10 years, so between uncle sam and climbing poles every day, I was in good shape.

Back to the story. 

We had been at the bar for a few hours and were tying on a good buzz when Patty arrived. Wow! What a difference! At the diner, she was just your average older lady, wearing her waitress apron and work attire. But tonight she was all dolled up and I could see and appreciate her lovely older body. The usual ponytail was down now and her light brown hair was just past her shoulders. Green eyes. She was about 5'2" I guess. And very curvy. Not fat or obese by any means, but padded in all the right places, and HUGE tits stuffed into a v-neck t-shirt. 

She greeted us and suggested that we play a few games of pool. We finished our beers, ordered another round and whatever mixed drink Patty was having and headed for the pool tables in the far end of the bar. It was Tuesday night and the place was pretty dead, all but the local regulars, so we had no problem getting one of 2 tables.

We played partners, Me and Patty vs. Gary and Eric. 

Between shots, I'd sit and catch glances at Patty as she'd play. Bent over to line up her shot, I'd get quick peeks at her beautiful cleavage and her sweet curvy ass. 

After 3 or 4 games and as many drinks, Gary and Eric decided that they were going back to the motel, as we had to work the following morning. They had caught a ride with me to the bar and I wasn't ready to leave. Patty suggested that they take my truck back and she'd make sure I got back in one piece. 

Up until that point, Patty had been pretty mild mannered. The moment Gary and Eric were out the door, another side of Patty emerged. She started getting more flirtatious as we played pool together. She'd pull her shirt down before she bent over to shoot, giving me more and more to look at each time. 

She excused herself to use the bathroom and I went to the bar for another round. When I returned to the pool room, she had returned and was bent over lining up a shot. I was staring hard, down the v-neck of her shirt at the huge tits hanging over the table as I walked back into the pool room. She looked up and caught me staring. Busted!

She looked down at her own cleavage and back up at me and said "you like those?" "38FF" she stated proudly.

"Uh, yeah." I was almost stuttering from being caught ogling her huge tits.

After she made her shot, she walked over to me and asked "Would you like to go back to my place for a few drinks before I take you back to the motel?"

We were both pretty well lit already, but I agreed and without finishing our drinks, headed out to her apartment.

It was about a 15 minute drive and we made small talk on the way, then out of nowhere she turned to me and said "You know older women are better in bed than women your age?",and then just went right back to the small talk conversation we'd been having.  

After that comment, I couldn't help but steal every glance I could at the massive tits almost resting on her steering wheel. I know she caught me staring a few times but said nothing.

She had a 1 bedroom apartment on the 3rd floor and after making our drunken way up the stairs and inside, she grabbed us both a beer and told me to make myself comfortable on the couch while she went through the bedroom to use the bathroom. 

I sat quietly sipping my beer until I heard her returning from the bathroom. When she walked back into the living room where I was, I looked up to see her standing in the doorway trying to tie the tie on a silky, black, oriental print robe. The material was so smooth and slippery, and her tits were so big, her attempts were futile. WOW!! My jaw was in my lap!! Her beautiful, huge boobs were slipping out of the tiny robe with every move she made. She'd cover one and while she was fighting with the tie, the other would slip out. Huge boobs with areolas that were 3" across and nipples the stuck out 1/2"! WOW!!

She looked up from her losing battle with her robe and noticed that I was again staring and said "Just fuck it" and giggled. "You've already seen them" She tied the robe closed as best as she could and just let her tits slip in and out as she moved. 

As she walked over to sit on the couch, she leaned over me to get her beer off the stand next to me and also noticed that my cock was rock hard and straining at the backside of my zipper. 

"Oh! It looks like someone really enjoyed that little show!" she said and reach down and stroked my hardon thru my pants. "Did you ever think your cock would be this hard looking at a 50 year old lady?" 

Before I could utter a response, she set her beer down, untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor and settled on the floor on her knees between my legs, resting her huge boobs on the tops of both of my thighs. "Now how bout you show me what your hiding in those jeans." and started unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, pulling them and my shorts down as I lifted my ass to help, then stripped my shirt off over my head.

At 8 1/2", I don't have a huge cock but it is pretty thick and as soon as my jeans were off, Patty leaned forward and inhaled my cock all the way to my belly. I could feel her swallowing around my shaft as she held me in her throat and thought I'd blow my load right then. 

After a few minutes of her expert deep throat blow job, I warned her that I was close to cumming and she quickly released my cock from her mouth and grabbed her enormous tits and wrapped them around my throbbing prick. Her boobs were so big that the only time I could see my cock was when she stroked down my shaft and she'd lean her head down to lick the head as it popped out from her cleavage. 

I was in heaven! I'd never seen tits that big in person and having them wrapped around my cock, coaxing me to cum was incredible. I only lasted a few minutes and without warning Patty, my load boiled up from my balls and the first shot hit her on and under her chin. The second went right in her mouth. She kept stroking my cock, squeezing the rest of my load out with her tits until I was jerking and convulsing and she seemed convinced that she had milked every drop of my cum out into her deep cleavage.

As I melted back into the cushions of her couch, in complete awe from the best orgasm I had ever had, I expected her to get up and run to clean up the mess that I'd made all over her face and huge boobs. What she did was nothing of the sort. 

After letting my still engorged cock slip from her cum-soaked cleavage, she stood up, still holding her massive tits together so none of my load could escape. I was still dazed and half with it when I felt her climbing on top of me and whispered in my ear "We're not done yet, so your going to have to help clean this mess you made!" And with that, she placed her huge tits on each side of my face and buried my head in her massive cleavage. 

I just sat there not knowing what the hell was happening when she lifted one of her enormous tits to her to her mouth and said "Let me show you how to clean my tits." and licked a huge dollop of hot, sticky spunk of the top of her breast and held it in her mouth until she was kissing my and pushing her surprise into my mouth.

It was the first time I had tasted my own cum and I was kind of shocked by it, but very aroused at the same time. When she had finished kissing and feeding me my own semen, she said "That's how you're going to clean your mess off my tit!" and went back to burying my head between her enormous orbs.

It had only been minutes but already my cock was ready for round 2 as I licked and sucked all the cum I could reach off Patty's boobs and cleavage. When she was satisfied with my clean-up job, she got up and went to the bedroom, telling me "don't move! We are just getting started!"

She came back a few seconds later. holding a huge rubber dildo, that had to be at least 10" long and as thick as my wrist, with a big set of balls at the base and told me, "Now I'm going to show you another old lady trick!"

She flopped down on the opposite end of the couch from me, with one leg up on the back and the other over the front edge and aimed that huge cock at her dripping, clean shaved pussy.

I had turned myself so that I was sitting sideways, facing her on the couch and watched as she slowly stuffed that oversize rubber cock into her slit. 

As she worked her pussy with the giant toy, I could hear how wet she was getting. It was absolutely wild. I could hear her moisture building and she was moaning louder and louder as she worked herself to climax. I was sitting opposite her, stroking my cock, watching this gorgeous huge titted 50 year old woman impale herself with 10 inches of fake cock. She worked up to a frantic pace, pounding her soaking wet pussy until she started screaming and just as she started to climax, I could see her pussy squirting and she quickly pulled the cock out and soaked me at the other end of the couch. She kept rubbing her clit and pussy and kept spraying me with her sweet cum for what seemed like minutes. 

WOW AGAIN!! I had never seen a woman squirt in person. I had heard of it and seen a few pornos of squirters, but this was just WOW!! I was soaked! The couch was soaked! Her pussy was dripping wet! 

When she finally came down from her huge orgasm, she said that she needed a break and again told me, "We aren't done yet! I want that young cock in my dripping pussy! But first a drink and a cigarette."

My cock was so hard after what I had just witnessed, I wanted her right then, but instead, I quit stroking myself and joined her for a beer and a smoke.

It took us about 15 minutes to finish our beers, but my cock was still hard enough to cut diamonds and Patty was ready to get fucked. We opted for the bedroom where everything wasn't soaked from her fountain-like orgasm. YET!!

"I want to ride that young cock til it explodes deep in my dripping, wet pussy!" Patty purred.

I laid back on the bed and Patty straddled my cock and in one quick dip of her hips, I was balls deep in her sodden snatch. She was so wet. I could feel her juices dripping out around my cock and running down the crack of my ass. She was leaned over my chest, burying my face in her tit flesh as she pounded her pussy onto my cock. 

I had already cum once, but it wasn't taking long at all before I could feel my balls start to tighten with my second load. "I'm Gonna cum!" I told Patty. "I'm gonna cum!" ,and I was unloading into her already slippery, wet fuckhole and she kept pounding her cunt onto my cock til my spasms just started to subside and she erupted once again. My cock was still inside her when she started squirting all over me. Spraying out around the sides of my throbbing, twitching cock and running down the sides of my hips and belly. She was convulsing from the waves of her orgasm and jumped up and slid up til her fountain-like snatch was spraying all over my face. 

When she had settled slightly and the gushing slowed to a fast drip, she grabbed the back of my head and stuffed her pussy onto my mouth. It was a mixture of her and my cum. Sweet on her part. Slightly salty and thick from mine. She kept my head in her hand and ground her pussy into my face til she had completely stopped twitching.

She rolled off my face and grabbed the t-shirt she had worn to the bar to clean ourselves up. When we were done wiping ourselves off, I realized it was already daylight and the clock on the nightstand said I was late for work. Oops! I used her phone to call my boss and made up an excuse that I had drank too much and wouldn't be in today. He was pissed, but I was tired and wore out. 

And that was my first encounter with Patty the Cougar. More to come later.

Hope you enjoyed. I did!



Playing with a Cougar Pt. 02



It had been about 2 weeks since my first experience with Patty, the cougar/ waitress with the 38FF boobs and wild streak a mile wide. 

I'd seen her at the diner while eating breakfast or dinner, but they had all been just casual meetings. In that public setting, Patty was your average, every day, older woman. With huge tits and an insatiable appetite for sex. A true lady in public, but an absolute fuckdoll in private. 

It was a Friday evening and Eric, my younger co-worker, and I had gone to the diner for a bite to eat before going out. It was Eric's birthday and he was in the mood to party. 

Patty had already left for the day and I was a little disappointed not seeing her. She had really gotten my attention during our little romp, a few weeks earlier, and I was very curious as to how much wilder she could be. But, as luck would have it, she was nowhere to be found, so Eric and I ate our dinner and planned our night.

Eric was just turning 20 so our options would be quite limited when it came to where to go drinking. We knew he could get served at the Boar's head, but he was in the mood for some high energy partying. We left the diner and headed into the city, looking for strip clubs, and rave type venues. After a few hours of being turned away, due to his age, we decided to head for the sure thing. 

We arrived at the Boar around midnight. The parking lot was packed and we noticed the sign advertising a band for the night. We paid our cover as we entered and started making our way to the bar. 

Eric was a great looking guy. 20 Years old. 6' tall and very athletic. He was mulatto, with short cropped, almost military style haircut and greenish/ grey eyes. He had a very outgoing personality and in no time at all, people were buying him drink after drink to celebrate his birthday. It didn't take him long to find a few younger women to dance with while I found a spot in the crowded bar to mingle.

As closing time approached and the band had begun tearing down and packing up, I was able to find a table and sat waiting for Eric, who, by now, was very, very drunk. 

As I sat nursing my beer, I felt someone come up behind me and cover my eyes. "Guess who!!"

I could tell from the voice and the unmistakably huge boobs pressing on my back, it was Patty. My cock stirred to life immediately. There she stood. All 5' or so, dressed in painted on jeans, which hugged her plump hips, and a button down black blouse. The top 3 or 4 buttons were undone and it gave me a perfect view of her enormous tits, as she bent down to hug me again.

"I looked for you at the diner earlier. I was hoping to run into you tonight." I told her

"Well, ya found me!" she replied. "What are you doing when ya leave here?"

I told her that I had brought Eric out for his birthday and that, as drunk as he was, I'd probably be taking him back to the motel, so he could pass out and sleep it off.

"You could bring him back to my place. You don't seem to be ready to pack it in yet. We could grab some beer and continue his party at my place." Patty urged.

"Well, it's his day, so I'll have to ask him." I said.

As the bartender announced last call, Eric managed to find his way to the table where Patty and I sat talking and flirting. He was really loaded, but still recognized Patty and gave her a big hug. "It's my birthday." he slurred into her ear.

"Well, how bout we get a couple of six packs to go and finish your day at my place?" she asked Eric.

Being young and overly drunk, Eric agreed, so we finished our drinks, bought 2 six packs of beer from the bar and poured Eric into my truck, before heading to Patty's. 

It was only a few minutes drive to her place, but on the ride there, Patty was very hands-on, rubbing my half erect cock through my jeans, and playfully trying to flirt with Eric, who by now, was all but passed out, leaning on the passenger door.

"He's so cute." Patty said. "Can I have him?"

"By the time we get him inside, he'll probably be passed out." I told her. 

We arrived at Patty's apartment complex and realized that Eric was, in fact, too drunk to do much more than snore. We managed to guide him up to her 3rd floor apartment and decided to just put him to bed, where he could sleep it off.

We grabbed 2 beers and sat on the couch. My cock was stirring to life in my pants as I kept staring at Patty, undressing her with my eyes. She excused herself to go change into something more comfortable, as I sat waiting and wondering how she could top the silk robe she had worn, or tried to wear on our first encounter. 

As I sat waiting, I decided to turn on the TV and see what was on. I pushed the power button on the remote and the set came to life with a scene of a big breasted woman getting spit roasted by 2 well hung men. Apparently, the last thing Patty had watched was this porn and it had been set on a repeat loop. My cock was growing harder and harder by the second. I was watching the movie, fantasizing it was Patty getting double teamed by 2 big dicks. Deepthroating one cock, while the second slammed her from behind, causing her huge boobs to bounce and sway like pendulums. 

I was rubbing my iron rod of a cock through my jeans when Patty returned from changing her clothes. She stopped in the doorway and smiled as she looked from the television to me to my hand rubbing my crotch.

"I see you managed to find the remote." she said with a devilish smirk. "And I can see you like my taste in movies."

She had changed into a very short, white nightshirt, that barely covered her ass. It was sleeveless and without her bra, her tits appeared to sag almost to her belly. Wow! I wanted to fuck her tits right then and there!

As she sat next to me on the couch, she leaned over, stroked my bulge and said, "Back in my younger days, I loved being double teamed by 2 guys. I've even had the privilege of being gang-banged by a group of 7 one time." I thought my cock would explode as she hissed those images into my brain.

"I have so many ways to make you cum and drain your balls." she whispered into my ear. "You've only seen the beginning of all the ways I can milk you dry. Have you ever been milked dry?" she asked.

All I could do was sit and stare as she unleashed my cock from my jeans and swallow it down in one breath. That exquisite mouth and throat that my cock had been swallowed by, just a few weeks earlier, was, once again, licking the backside of my balls as the swallowing of her throat was trying to coax my load up my shaft. 

"I'm really horny and intend on fucking your young cock all night long. You don't have to work tomorrow, so I'm going to milk your balls dry before morning." Patty said as she released my cock from her expert throat. "So how about we get this first one out of the way quick?" And with that, she got up from the couch and knelt between my legs telling me to remove my clothes.

Once I was completely naked and again sat on the couch, Patty leaned in and took my balls into her mouth and began sucking my scrotum like a shop vac. Not one ball at a time. Both at once while stroking my aching cock. I could feel her tongue massaging my balls, while the vacuum of her mouth sent electric shocks through my body. I was writhing and wiggling in ecstasy and she knew I was close to losing it. 

"Mama wants to feel your balls tighten in her mouth when you cum all over yourself." she said as she briefly took my sack out of her mouth. 

She quickly resumed sucking and massaging my balls with her mouth and tongue while her hand stroked me over the edge. 

"Agh! Agh!" I was moaning as I was pumping my load all over my self. The first shot hit me right in the face and ran into my open mouth as she continued to stroke the rest out onto my chest and belly. There was no escaping tasting my own cum as it dripped into my mouth. 

When Patty felt my balls stop clenching in her mouth, she released me from her vacuum and slowly made her way up my body, slowly licking up the mess I had made all over myself. When she had slurped up what she could fit in her mouth, she straddled my legs, bent over and kissed me with a mouthful of my hot, thick seed. Her tongue snaked in and out of my mouth until she had transferred every drop and held her kiss until I had swallowed it all. She wiped up the rest of the cum on my chest, neck and face with her massive tits and held them to my face, where I willingly licked them clean.

"Holy fuck, that was hot!" slurred Eric from the bedroom doorway. "Very kinky and freaky, but very fucking hot!"

We had forgotten all about our drunk, younger birthday boy being passed out in the next room. We hadn't even closed the door between the living and bedroom, so I guess it's no surprise that we had woken him. He was still really drunk and we expected him to remain passed out til morning, but there he was, standing in the doorway, rubbing his hardon through his pants.

"Well, birthday boy, how bout you come get your present from Mama now." Patty cooed. "We thought you were a no show tonight, but I'm sure I can keep up with you both, if you're game."

Before he had time to respond, Patty was on her feet, pulling her nightshirt over her head, unleashing her giant tits, and making her way over to where Eric was standing. Without saying a word, she unzipped his pants, pulling them to his ankles as she wrapped her lips around his semi-hard member. 

From where I was sitting, all I could see was Patty's back and head. I could see her enormous boobs peeking out the sides and swinging back and forth as she bobbed on Eric's cock. The look on his face told me what I already knew. Patty was well versed in the art of sucking a man to submission. 

I could hear her pull his cock out of her mouth with a wet popping noise and tell him, "You have to clean up your own messes around here." and went back to swallowing Eric's shaft before he could respond.

A few minutes later, Patty could tell Eric was getting close and pull his cock out of her mouth again, telling him, "Tell Mama where you want to put that hot load."

"I wanna cum all over those great big tits." he moaned. 

Patty stayed kneeling in front of Eric, stroking his cock with one hand and massaging his balls with the other. "Cum all over Mama's big titties." 

She knew he was close. She stopped stoking him and grabbed her huge tits in both hands, holding them up, offering them to Eric. "Cum on Mama's big boobs. Stroke that big cock all over Mama."

It was then that I got my first look at Eric's manhood and like Patty said, he was big. 10-11"! Not quite as thick as my 8 1/2" but he was long. 

Eric stroked his cock with fury, staring at the huge targets being offered up to take his load. "Ugh! Agh! Ugh!" His head rocked back as he unleashed his monster load all over Patty and her healthy body. His aim could have used a little work, as he sprayed Patty everywhere. He had shot her in the face,in her hair, and a larger part of his load was dripping all over her beautiful tits.

When she was sure that he had finished with his first load, she stood up and walked to the couch and sat next to me, telling Eric, "Get the rest of your clothes off and come sit next to Mama. Gotta clean your mess."

I was sitting on the couch, next to Patty, stroking my rock hard erection as Eric walked over and shyly sat next to her on the opposite end. "I don't think I can." he said. Staring at the load he had deposited all over her body. By now, it was dripping off her chin and boobs and slowly running down her body. 

I could see the color and boldness flush from his face as she straddled his lap. She leaned down and kissed his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. "See. That's not so bad for your first taste, is it?" then she lifted her right breast to her mouth and licked the cum that was trying to drip away and again, slipped her tongue back into his mouth.

As she broke her kiss again, she hefted her tits up with both hands and held them to his face, where he, at first, reluctantly cleaned them as she pressed her giant boobs to each side of his face.

Patty finally released Eric from her sticky cleavage and rolled off him into the center of the couch. She laid on her back, with her head in Eric's lap and her pussy aimed at me and said, "It's Mama's turn to cum now. Let's show birthday boy how Mama cums."

The couch wasn't big enough for what she had in mind, so I slid down to kneel on the floor and leaned in to taste her wet pussy. I had seen her squirt like a fountain on our previous encounter and was very eager to see if I could make her do it again. 

I parted her lips with my tongue. Tasting her folds and enjoying the wetness that was already starting to seep from her slit. I lick my way up and found her hardened clit and sucked it into my mouth and she started bucking. She grabbed the back of my head, holding me in place, saying, "Suck on Mama's clit. Just like that. Oh God, don't stop."

I was sucking on her little button and flicking it with my tongue. I reached up with my hand and found my way to her entrance with my fingers and slowly slipped my index and middle finger inside. I turned my wrist to rub her G-spot as I continued my oral assault on her pussy. It wasn't long before I could feel her building. 

"Just like that Baby. Suck Mama's clit. Suck my clit. Aaaaahhhh." she squealed and let loose. She was gushing all over my hands and into my mouth. There was no way I could catch all of her sweet juices, but I kept my mouth on her cunt and continued stroking her with my fingers. She sprayed for what seemed like 10 minutes, before she locked her thighs around my head, which was my cue to stop. 

As I sat up and withdrew my fingers and mouth from her dripping wet slit, she just laid back in Eric's lap like she was in a trance. Unable to move.

When her spasms had subsided, she sat up and suggested that we have a drink and catch our breath. I made my way to the kitchen to fetch the drinks and Patty went to get towels to clean up the mess we had made on the couch. 

We sat drinking our beers, watching the gangbang porn movie that was still repeating on the tv. Eric was mesmerized by what he was seeing and Patty could tell by his erection that he liked what he saw. 

"You like seeing women being total sluts? Do you like that way her tits bounce all over when they pound her with those hard, throbbing cocks?" she asked.

Without allowing him to answer, she handed her beer to me and and knelt on the floor between the young stud's legs, slurping his cock between her lips and into her hot throat. As she worked his shaft with her magic mouth, I got off the couch and knelt behind her, stroking my cock and teasing her opening with my knob. Instead of allowing my to slide in, she took her mouth off Eric's rod and pulled him down onto the floor, lying on his back. She straddled his cock and aimed it into her well lubed pussy. As she sank down onto his big cock, I could hear her wetness trying to leak out past him.

She rode his cock like a rodeo bull for a few minutes before beckoning me behind her. "I want you both inside me." She said. "I want 2 cocks in my wet little pussy."

I had seen it on porno movies before and was very turned on by the idea, but here I was, and was reluctant to proceed. Not sure if it was a homophobic thing or what, but I was frozen. 

"Stuff that hard cock in me now!" Patty commanded. "I want to feel both of your cocks stretching my pussy. I want to feel you both explode and fill my cunt with your loads." 

She leaned down over Eric's face and chest, almost smothering him with her enormous tits, as I rubbed my cock on the edge of her already full pussy. I could see her lips gripping the shaft of Eric's swollen rod and wondered how I'd fit. 

"Just push it in." she hissed. "Slide that fucking cock in my cunt right next to his." 

I settled behind her and pressed my cock at her entrance. I could feel the wetness of her pussy and the hardness of his throbbing cock. I couldn't imagine how I was going to fit but kept applying pressure until I felt her pussylips submit and the head of my cock was resting against Eric's shaft. 

Patty moaned loudly as she felt her pussy being stretched and began rocking her hips back to meet the pressure I was putting on her entrance. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck your gonna tear my pussy apart. Stuff that cock in Mama's pussy. Stretch Mama's cunt."

I continued to push and soon I was balls deep inside her pussy, with Eric's engorged prick throbbing against the underside of my own. It was a wild sensation and it got even wilder when Patty began rocking her hips against our intruding cocks. As she got used to the fullness inside her slit, her rocking became more and more intense. Eric and I were trying to keep with her rhythm and started pumping in and out of her hole. The feeling of her pussy, stretched to it's limits, and the feeling of Eric's cock stroking the underside of my cock was awesome. I knew it wouldn't be long and Patty wasn't helping to delay my orgasm.

"Oh fuck. O god! I'm gonna cum! Agh! Agh! My pussy is so full! Make Mama cum!" Patty was screaming as she unleashed her fountain all over our dicks. Her pussy was in full spasm and contracting around our cocks. Her juices were being squeezed out around our cocks as we kept pumping her hole in whatever rhythm we could find. 

Feeling her wetness and the sensation of Eric's cock stroking mine was too much and I began pumping my hot load into her already overstuffed and soaked slit. The spasms of my cock and the jets of hot spunk didn't go unnoticed by Eric, because just as I was starting to settled, he unleashed his own torrent of cum deep inside Patty's well used cunt. There was cum from all 3 of us oozing out around our cocks and dripping down onto Eric's balls and down his asscrack. 

After we had all settled and our cocks had started to soften, I pulled out of Patty's pussy and watched as a flood of sex juices escaped her like a faucet being opened. She dismounted Eric's cock and rolled onto the floor beside him, exhausted. 

"You boys know we have a mess to clean up now!" she panted. Still out of breath she ordered me to lay on the floor with my head near Eric's feet. I kinda knew what was coming, but kinda hoped I was wrong too. 

"I'm gonna clean the mess off of the birthday boy and you're gonna clean the mess you boys made in my pussy." she told me. And with that, she straddled my face and ground her pussy onto my lips while she went to work on Eric. I hadn't expected to be lapping another man's cum out of a pussy, but here I was. A lot of the mess had already dripped out onto the carpet and into Eric's lap, but... As the lady wishes. It wasn't as bad as I thought. 

We were all exhausted and half drunk, so the clean-up was brief and we all decided to head into the bed, where in no time, we had all passed out. What a night. What a lady.

And there's still more to cum next time. Hope you enjoyed. I did.



Playing with Alex



I've been toying with doing this for a while and find the buzz from 'exposing' some of my experiences to be incredibly exciting in itself. All the more so as I'm not a 'flaunt it' type of girl in normal life. More than once a new boyfriend as been taken by surprise once things get personal. The following details a few events, but focuses on one of my most 'illicit' sides - playing with another girl. I am to all intents and purposes completely straight, except to the very few who know. Hope you enjoy this as much I have putting it all down... (all names changed etc)

Briefly about me, 26, in a professional position, UK and looking for the right man. I'm 5' 9", usually keeping to just under 9 stone through running. I'm not your 'god's gift' but I do like my bum and legs. 

Me and Sarah, a friend of mine were chatting in my room at Uni late on a Saturday night after having been out and we were just chilling out with a cup of tea talking about everything and nothing. At about the same time, we realised there were moans coming from Andy and his girlfriend Bex next door. This wasn't the first time I'd heard them at it. To be honest, first time I was left thinking aaaarrrhh! please, I really don't want to know. It was only afterwards, and the the second and subsequent times that I was left hot and bothered. I couldn't help thinking about it being me that Andy was giving a good seeing too, and me begging for more as I held his naked body tight and he repeatedly thrusted (what I imagined to be) his beautiful cock into me.

So when the two of us heard them my first reaction was to pretend mock horror. But Sarah had no such inhibitions and went 'wow - is that Andy at it with Bex?' There was a big smile on her face and I knew she liked him as well. I explained how it wasn't a first and if Bex went to form, she would probably be taking a while to get there. Sarah wanted to know all the details which I filled her in on and together we listened to them. At one point she reckoned he's was going down one her and that she was soooo jealous... 

I'd never quite had a conversation like this before and the thought of us discussing Andy going down, that we'd both love that and frankly would love to be taken by him had both of us flush. Eventually Andy's magic clearly took Bex to orgasm with her trying badly to muffle her gasps and 'fuck me baby'.

With it all over, I said something like 'yup - welcome to the porn channel!' and she said something like if she was alone she would have taken care of things personally. We both knew exactly that she was talking about masturbating and for some inexplicable and unlike me thing to say, I told her I had done just that on a previous occasion.

She said no way! and basically dared me to do it right there and then. Of course I said no way - you're here and anyway I can't belief I just told you I did that...

Sarah then said 'well it's not as if it's not natural' and she had better make a move to her room so that we could both sort ourselves out. Of course I had to dare her back, not thinking she would, but she said she would if I I did. Well of course I wouldn't but she said go on - you chicken, and put her own hand down her jeans. This was getting a bit out of hand for me, but she kept saying, I dare you - I am... I'm finger fucking myself... Bet you wont...

So that was it, I undid my bottoms and started diddling. We both looked at each other until it got too much and got into the orgasm. She made it first which only encouraged me to finish off with a flourish. Whereupon we both fell about with laughter. Well that was as far as that went and I think it was just an unwritten thing that it was fun, private but nothing to repeat or go further.

But it did influence an event a couple of years ago. Out of Uni and at my boyfriends house which he shared with 2 other guys. Again it was late and we were getting ready for bed when his housemate and his girfriend started having sex. I said, hello! are they normally this loud? The bf was a bit embarrassed. 

But I thought, hey, been here before and the idea of the two of them fucking one another was turning me on. So I asked him if he wanted to have some fun? Before he good find out how far I meant, I pulled the duvet off. He was naked and a hard on gave away his true thoughts on the creaking springs. Playing the dominant role, I told him he wasn't allowed to say anything, just do as he was told. I stripped and straddled his head, telling him to get to work. He didn't need telling twice and his tongue (one of his very worthwhile skills) got to work on my puss.

With the springs rhythm speeding up, I thought time wasn't on our side so I cut the foreplay, sat back and told him he was going to get a fuck. With that, I guided his cock straight in as I rode him hard. Normally I'm not the overly confident type, but just then it seemed easy. I was in control, he felt so good inside me and next door were now fucking hard. I talked dirty to my man as I rode him harder and harder. I wasn't going to orgasm but for me the sense of power and dominance was everything. Meanwhile he was half wondering what had happened to his gf and half who cares! Next door climaxed and I told him to come for me. That I wanted him cum inside me, to fill my wet pussy up. To watch his face as he held my boobs and I fucked his lovely cock was fantastic. To give really is better sometimes than getting, and right at his orgasm, I felt like a complete woman.

The next day I jokingly mentioned to the other girl that their bed springs need oiling. She didn't know what to say so I just told her not to worry, it got us going and I was doing exactly what she was telling her man to do to her. I joked that I never realised I was into foursomes... (without thinking about the connotation).

Anyway a couple of weeks or so later after it was all forgotten, I happened to be at the bathroom sink when she shouted if the shower was free. I shouted back to 'be my guest'. Next thing I know, she walks in stark naked with a couple of towels in her hand. She is something of the architypal slim babe with delectable small boobs. She made out that she didn't have a care in the world but it still left me half embarrassed and half - mind if I have a look, especially as that's about as trimmed a brazilian as one can get. I knew instantly (it wasn't just the nudeness - I just knew) that she was making a pass. Only trouble was that I had been taken by surprise, I had a bf and on top of that, I really didn't fancy her bf. I couldn't get that excited about her when I knew he'd been there too. 

I was lost for the right thing to say and something like, babe you are hot - I wish I had that figure, came out. In return, she flattered me, but I just knew it wasn't going anywhere and made my exit. There's been a few nights where the whole thing has been worked into a hot fantasy of mine and we end up having wild sex in the shower, but in truth, it wasn't on the cards.

Then there is Alex. She was an ex work mate. About 38, divorced with 2 of the cutest boys. She gets on OK with their father and if there is such a thing as a 'good' split, it seems that they've got one.

We worked at the same firm and would occasionally nip into town together for coffee or shopping. It was a strange one as she worked in an unconnected department and was considerably senior to me, but somehow we managed to avoid the politics which was the life and soul of the place.

Keeping fit was the initial bond. As I've said, my thing is running. I used to be pretty good at Uni, and reckon to be able to hold my own against most and that includes guys. Alex was a gym rat and would invariably work off the lunch hour in the body combat or whatever class. We each thought our fitness regime was better than the others for whatever reason. It didn't take much for her to persuade me to try out her classes. Nothing to do with the fact that I did think she was attractive, nor was there any indication that something might be on the cards, more a case of - OK, I reckon I can show you.

The gym is walking distance and the class was good fun. I was surprised - I like it. The classes were different to my normal thing of being able to zone out and get pumped, and the was no lack of being knackered by the end. Of course, one of the perks was having to shower afterwards. There I got to see her great physique. She had clearly looked after herself during and after pregnancy and whilst her boobs showed some sag, the fact was that she was a very definite yummy mummy. 

The classes became a regular thing and then one weekend we agreed to go shopping together. Outside work I saw a different side to her. She was more chilled out and wanted to make use of the time when the boys were with their father. So it was shop after shop, glass of wine and non-stop chatter between the two of us. Friends, most definitely, confidants to some extent. She would tell me about the few guys she had tried to strike up a relationship and I would give her the latest gossip on my life and (at the time) all the failed and weird internet dates. We talked sex, she loved hearing all the dirty details of my passion like and I loved telling her. We even went to Ann Summers to get her a vibrator as she had never actually got round to trying one out. But there was nothing more personal between us.

That changed when we were having a coffee one day and she confirmed her first set of batteries had been worn out embarrassingly quickly. Sometime life does just 'happen at the right time' and at that moment two drop dead gorgeous guys walked past us, turning us both into giggling and lustful school girls. I said 'who needs a rabbit...' and Alex then said 'imagine being the sandwich between those two...! 

'You mean... erm... at the same time?'

'Yes babe - both, front and back'. She had the devils own smirk on her face. I had to know more...

She revealed that with her ex, they weren't averse to trying out new extracurricular activities. This had included fulfilling her biggest fantasy of two guys at once. By this time my jaw had hit the table and seeing the interest/shock in my face, said immediately that she hadn't told anyone about this before. 'Well you can't stop now Alex..' 

It seemed that sex was one thing that had worked really well for them, so much so that even following the split, and with some of the day to day stuff out the way, it had sparked up again. This included a few occasions when she would leave the kids with her parents on the pretext of having a girls night out. Unknown to them, she was actually meeting up with the ex for a night of fun and on some occasions even visiting a swingers party.

My blushes were probably showing that I was way over my depth and she started backtracking, but then she also had my interest and I wasn't going to let go.

Over the course of 6 months, they had had some of the best sex ever and done things which she said literally took her into orgasmland as she put it. Slowly she started to give. It was at one of the swinger parties that she found the right guy to try out double penetration. Over the next few minutes, I got to hear of the good bits and bad bits, safety, what really goes on and whether it was any good (her smile answered that one).

Finally I put a question forward on one thing she hadn't talked about.

'But what about... Well... Ermm... Don't girls... .... ....'

'You mean do girls play with other girls?'

'Errr... yeah...'

'Well you do whatever you feel like or don't feel like and it's all very comfortable. There's no pressure at all'. 

'Oh... OK'.

She laughed at me. 'Zadi, you are funny. You want to know if I'm a raving lesbo...'

'No... of course not...'

'Yes you do!!! and don't worry I'm not embarrassed. Let's just say I don't reserve myself exclusively to men. It's quite nice on the otherside too... But don't worry I'm not going to jump you - even though you are gorgeous'. She just smiled. I was probably a deep crimson by now. My panties were soaked through and she just sat there all serene and beautiful. I was a nervous and sex filled wreck.

The spell was broken by a passerby and Alex said, 'Well now I've told you everything about my sordid past, we really need to get back - we are mega late'. I tried to be cool but my smile and shock told her that I was fascinated and horny as hell to know more.

We walked back to the office, she checked I wasn't freaked out and I let her know I was just intrigued and a bit jealous of her 'wider experience' over me. She told me something like 'all good things come in time...' And that was it, back to work.

As it happened, we didn't get to the gym together for 2 weeks after that. She was away, I couldn't make it and stuff. So when we did eventually go, I was pretty nervous. Nothing else had been said between us and we both made out that all was normal. In the shower I was wondering if she was going to say something but before I knew it, we were out the door. I didn't even get to see her in the flesh. I started thinking - just as it was getting interesting, I've blown it.

The next day it was back for a work out and boy the leader killed us. We got back to the changing rooms with the rest of the class dead too. The shower seemed to ease the fatigue though and I could make out Alex's form through the frosted glass. She too was standing still, running her hand through her hair. At that moment, I knew I wanted her. I wanted to feel her skin on my hands, kiss every inch of her beautiful body, hold her tight and taste her sex.

We emerged refreshed and endorfin filled from the work out, saying how that felt good and she flashed her sexy smile at me. Back at the lockers we were in a quiet corner and I dropped the towel before reaching for my bag. Alex simply went 'Mm mmm...! Jack's a lucky guy' (the bf I'd been dating for awhile).

'Only he's not on the agenda anymore and anyway hadn't got to find out what he would be missing.' I explained that things hadn't worked out on the previous weekend.

'Sorry' said Alex. 

'Don't worry - I'm really not loosing any sleep and knew it wasn't really working out in the first place'.

We got dressed and left. 

As we walked back to the office, we just chatted. I was beginning to realise that if I was going to get anywhere, I would have to start making moves myself. Alex was either not looking for fun with me, or else was going to play very safe and polite. As we turned into the last street, I asked her, 'Alex...'

'Yes'

'Can I ask a silly question?'

'Sure babe'. She stopped.

'Would you be... err... Well...' I was being really crap and just stuttered for what seemed an age. She was just relaxed and looked at me. Frankly she was looking horny as hell with her lovely smile.

Eventually I thought - Hey Zadi, you are normally so together - just say it... So I did.

'Alex - OK, do you want to fuck?'

She smiled, started to laugh but checked herself. 

'Sorry Babe (my heart sank - shit I've totally screwed up) I didn't expect it to come out quite like that.' She smiled again. 'Yes Babe, I'd love to... fuck' and we giggled. 'Let's get back and I'll email you'.

At that moment a whole load of emotions went through me and over the next couple of days, we chatted about things and put a date in the diary for the following Saturday afternoon. Fast forwarding to then...

She turned up at my place. I was beside myself, had spent god knows how long thinking and sorting out everything and eventually there she was at the door, looking beautiful, elegant and edible. All the flirting, waiting, wondering and nerves vanished within about 10 seconds.

Alex said hi, stepped inside, I closed the door, she handed me a cold bottle of wine, I said thanks, was about to turn away when she said, 'don't I get a welcome?'

I just stood whilst she, in slow motion, drew closer and closer. Her eyes held mine, her scent filled my vicinity, her lips parted, her nose brushed mine as I felt her hands touch me, I heard her tell me how beautiful I was, I was floating, and then I felt her lips kiss mine. Slowly, barely touching, caressing, nuzzling. Her sweet breath against my mouth, a hand on my neck. Our heads tipped sideways and I kissed back. It was so soft, so delicious, so feminine so sexy.

Nibbing, kissing, touching, purring. I felt her tongue and parted my lips. Mine felt hers and the ice had completely melted. My arms went to her body, she caressed mine, our delicate kiss became a ravenous embrass. For five minutes we must have just stood there, urgently kissing, running our hands up and down, through hair, moaning. Eventually we came up for air and Alex simply said - Mmm, that was good.

We managed to open the wine and settled down to some prolonged making out. We started at the kitchen. God the feel of her thigh between my legs as she pressed it into my pussy and I purred back. We moved to the sofa. There we simply caressed each other's face, tracing our features, down around the neck. Alex opened the buttons of her top to reveal a white bra. I could see her breast heaving and I ran my fingers over the exposed skin. I cupped her with my hand. I could feel her hard nipple. She undid my top and smiled as my unclad breasts came into view. As she touched my nipples, shots of sensation ran through me. 

She got up and led the way to the bedroom.

There, she stood back and undid the rest of her blouse, holding my sight all the time. It fell to the floor. Then she undid the buttons to her jeans, one by one before feeling her butt, biting her tongue and easing them down her legs. She whispered - 'I'm going to fuck you babe. I'm going to fuck you into heaven.' My pussy was so wet and I just couldn't move. I wanted her whole body. Then came her bra. She held a boob and rub a nipple. With the other hand, she reached down to her pussy and caressed herself. My breathing was loud and heavy. She kept on teasing me with her body as I just stood transfixed. Totally in her control. Then came off her panties. My eyes followed the very edge of the elastic. Lower and lower over her pubic mound. Only this time there was no hair to be seen. She was completely bare. 

Naked, Alex came up to me and placed my hand on her boob. I felt and massaged it. Rolled the nipple, feeling the hardness. I ran my hand over her chest, up her neck, exploring, wandering. Over the other breast, over her tummy, down, around the top of her bum, her hip and then I could take it no more. My fingers came round the front and found her pubic mound. Alex just looked deep into my eyes with that gorgeous smile of hers as I went lower, finding the top of her pussy lips. My fingers went to the side before closing in on their soaking wet centre. Alex gasped as I did so and I gently massaged her lips, feeling their soft warmth. Then I brought them up to my nose, was overpowered by their lush scent and tasted her delectable sweetness on my tongue.

Alex took control again, slowly undressing me. She kissed every inch of my skin as it was uncovered. I was bathed in a her caressing tongue, fingers and whispered nothings telling me how much she wanted me and found me desirable. The first time her touch ran up the inside of my thighs I thought I would orgasm right there. I was craving for her to touch my pussy, but time and time again she refused to draw down my panties. Instead she would get a little bit nearer before drawing away. She kissed my knees and worked up to my hips. Over to my tummy and down the other leg. Over and over.

She lay me down on the bed and came down beside me. We kissed slowly then urgently then slowly. Running our hands up and down each other, feeling the warmth between our bodies. The exquisite sensation of my bare breasts against hers was heaven. Her leg was pushing into my pussy, I rocked my hips and pushed my wet lips against in urgent need for release. Eventually, she began to work her way down my torso. Still kissing every morsel of skin. Over my breasts, lingering at the nipples and on to the tummy where she sucked and tongued and teased. Finally, she went lower. Her tongue found the elastice of my panties and still she teased me. Down to the thighs, up to my pussy and then with her nose, nuzzling against my clit. Oh how I wanted her. I begged her to take me, to give me what I needed.




Playing with Alex



She pulled down my panties to reveal my wide open pussy. Her tongue neared my lips, circled as I watched her, through the sparse hair I had left above, raked the sides and then probed my vagina. Yes, yes. Please. She slowly licked, caressed, nuzzled and then circled my clit. Up and down, shallow over my puss, then gradually deeper. Drinking in all that I was there. With my hips bucking against her, crying out for everything, I felt her take me in. Her slow caresses became deep eating. From clit to pussy to clit, taking me whole, diving in as deep as she could, savouring my sex.

Her nose against me and tongue deep inside was everything I had hoped for as I began to orgasm. The build up had been so prolonged that it felt like an explosion deep inside which flooded my whole body with rippling pleasure. I felt her move to centre on my clit and give me it all. I held her tight against me as wave after wave hit me and I gasped with release. Just as I expected it to fade, so the next orgasm started to build. Over and over it went on, with Alex seemingly working magic deep inside me. I must have cum five or six times until the final one which seemed to flow from somewhere so deep and rather than peak, washed over like a tidal wave of pure relaxed fulfillment.

Alex drew away as I lay in a comatose aura. It took a minute or two as I felt the wonder permeate me. She moved up next to me, a lovely smile on her face, which showed she knew the pleasure she had given me. Her face gleamed with my own wetness. My scent was beautiful on her and we drew together in a deep kiss.

After a rest, I got to return some of what she had given to me. There were so many exquisite moments for me, both then and over the next few weeks and months.

There was the first taste of pussy. That aroma, the feel of soft lips, the sight of her hairless sex, the texture against my tongue and nose, the aural excitement of her orgasms and bucking hips as I hung on to her. The taste was like nectar.

Then I couldn't get enough of her smooth round bum and perfect tight bum hole. The feel of it against my wiggling tongue, my face buried deep between her cheeks, her legs spasming as I probed, licked and pointed deep into her tight hole. I love to be rimmed and found that I loved to give to her. It had never turned me on to give it to a guy. Maybe it was the smooth hairless skin and it was also just seemed squeaky clean. Getting it sends waves of pleasure through my pelvis, emenating from my butt. Oooo I can almost feel it now, it's so horny, bad and downright sexy.

The first time I was caressing and massaging Alex whilst she was on her front after an afternoon of love making. I was gazing at how beautiful she was, the perfect curves of her butt, her legs slightly open so that I could see her bare cunt (by now she had got me bare as well) and her small slightly brown pucked bum hole. God it was edible. 

I began by just running my hand over her bum back and legs. She was purring with pleasure. Over and over, up and down, around her bum, into the crevice and out again. Obviously I knew she was keen on anal play so this time I just decided to go in without asking. I lent down to kiss her all over her back and thighs, before concentrating on her bum cheeks. I lay down between her legs which I had opened up. Her cunt was exqusite. Her perfect lips opened up, the short perineum (just gagging for a tongue tip to caress) to her butt hole with those tight creases into her rosebud.

I licked and kissed all over before making my circles smaller and smaller. Every so slightly closing in on her crevice. Licking from the top of her crack, tracing down between her cheeks. Making the touch almost inpercetible. She loved it and was cooing at me...

'MMM yeah, oh that's good..., yeah do me...'

My nose dragged down and my tongue came back up. I circled her bud round and round and then brought it over, then back. Just tracing and feeling the tight closure. Alex was now moaning. I teased her, 'Mmm you like that sexy? Mmm you want to feel good? Mmm you want my tongue...?'

'MMM Yes babe, do me, do me... I need you, oh god it's so good'

'Oh yes, you taste so good... Ooo babe my tongue loves your bum... Oh you feel good... oh you are so fuckable... Oh if I had a cock...'

I licked, probed, darted, flicked in around on her hole. Putting a cushion under her hips, I pulled her cheeks apart and went in now in full. Round her rosebud, over her, dabbing and full on feeling the firm muscle pushing against me. Then pushing my tongue into a tip and pressed it directly into her centre, moaning myself, pulling out and saying, ooo I'm going to tongue fuck your bud... Then taking my finger and slowly fucking her in and out, watching my finger gently push against and ease inside, wetting it with my tongue, feeling the tight warmth, the tight grip on me. She just sighed and I had to to touch my own clit it was so horny. If only there had been a guy to fuck me from behind, feeling the length of his shaft furrow into my own cunt fuck me. I would have been in perfect heaven. 

Alex tasted so good. I was able to open her up a bit, teasing the sides of her bum hole and then delving in with my tongue. Eventually I realised she needed to cum. So I rolled her on her side so I could 69 spoon her from behind. Grabbing her rabbit, I slipped it into her sopping cunt and moved her hand to hold it. She raised her leg slightly and as I rimmed her most forbidden hole, watched the shaft of the vibrator ease in and out right in front of me, its plastic scent mixing with her own. Her writhing increased, the incongruent whirring of the motor almost matched her heavier breathing and groans. My tongue lashed her rosebud, desparately trying to extend deep inside her hot anus, to fuck her deep and long. As her orgasm built, so I became consumed the wholly forbidden nature of our sex and desire to match the rabbit as she had both holes well and truly taken care of. 'Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck, god yes, fuck oh fuck, fuck...' Barely being able to breathe myself, I just focused on fucking my tongue into her butt, in and out, rimming the edge and fucking her again and again, my face buried between her bum. She came with groans and cries and I could feel her shivers as I held on tight. Reverberations trembling throughout her body. And then as they faded, it was her turn to collapse in the afterglow of orgasm, recuperating and letting the pleasure radiated through her limbs. I held myself close to her, caressing those beautiful legs, kissing her bum and feeling my torso up against hers.

Something I hadn't ever done before was calling the pussy a cunt. As I write it here, all the old feelings I had about that word come back. It's horrible. But when were having sex, begging Alex to 'lick my cunt' seemed completely different.

For a while our sex continued when able. At times I dearly wished for a hard cock to be there too (vibrators just weren't the same) but otherwise it was utterly amazing. The number of times I've played with myself thinking about it is innumerable. We considered the idea of going to a swinger party as I was quite keen, but in practice we never actually made it. 

Then Alex left the firm and although we were having great sex, there was nothing else there. And that can't go on forever... 

*

Phew.. that was a bit longer than expected, it's difficult to know when to stop and when to keep going. My hope is that you liked it. Actually, no that is beating round the bush. My hope is that you had a great orgasm over it!!! I'd love to hear back your thoughts (particularly if you did have some fun). That's half the excitement for me...



Playing with Bad Boys



The DJ at the reception had a perfect record, Shannon thought: every song he'd played was one she hated. Of course, she hadn't wanted to come to the wedding in the first place, but since it was Robert's old college roommate who was getting married, she really didn't have an option.

Where was her husband anyway, she wondered? Ah, there he was over by the bar, deep in conversation with some guy she didn't know. "This is worse than going to somebody else's high school reunion," she thought morosely.

"Hey, PK!" a female voice yelled from the doorway, and Shannon's head shot up in surprise. Looking around she spotted a young woman her own age with a drink in her hand.

"Tracy!" she squealed. "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in forever!" The two young women embraced excitedly; then Tracy turned toward the man who'd accompanied her. 

"Hey, Darren, this is Shannon, my best friend forever from back in high school. Shannon, this is Darren, my boyfriend."

As Tracy made the introductions, Shannon looked the young man over with interest. He was a little over six feet tall, with jet black hair combed back from his face. His jaw was covered in dark stubble, and a silver earring flashed from one ear. Unlike most of the men at the reception, Darren was clad in tight black jeans and a black leather bomber jacket worn over a black t-shirt. "Tracy's found herself a bad boy," Shannon thought enviously.

The couple joined Shannon at her table and the two women began to talk animatedly, while Darren ignored them and scanned the surroundings in amused contempt. It quickly became apparent to Shannon that Tracy had already hit the bar several times, judging by how loudly she was talking, but Shannon was just glad to see a familiar face in the throng.

When their conversation paused, Darren took advantage of the opportunity. He turned to Tracy and pointed at Shannon. "You said her name was Shannon. Why'd you call her 'PK' earlier?"

Tracy laughed a little too loudly. "Because she's a Preacher's Kid," she said, "and we never let her forget it."

The truth was that there was no way anyone, least of all Shannon, would ever forget that her father was the minister of a Methodist church in suburban Philadelphia. His position meant that she was expected to behave as a role model for others. But like so many offspring of religious figures, she responded by rebelling every chance she got in every way that she could find, to her parents' unending dismay.

In school, despite being bright and quick to learn, she performed poorly and was a constant disciplinary problem. By the age of fourteen she was already sneaking out of the house to meet up with the type of boys of which her parents did not approve. She experimented with pot and alcohol, but fortunately did not have a tendency to addiction. She was similarly lucky with sex: a pregnancy scare early on drove home the importance of contraception, and although she continued to be sexually active, she always made her partners use protection.

Her parents were not aware of just how loose her morals were, but they despaired of the crowd she ran with, especially the boys she dated. "Why can't you find a nice young man?" her mother asked on more than one occasion, but her attempts to set her daughter up with dates she considered more suitable were met with open defiance.

It was in Shannon's junior year of high school that an event altered the direction of her life. Her boyfriend at the time had arrived to pick her up for a date, but when Shannon walked out to his car she found another girl in the front seat. Despite her date's fervent assertions that he was just giving the other girl a ride, Shannon flew into a jealous rage and refused to go, retreating to her room to sulk. Later that night she was stunned to get a phone call with the news that her boyfriend and the other girl had been killed in an automobile accident.

Even though they hadn't liked the boyfriend, Shannon's parents insisted that she go to the funeral. As she sat in the pew during the service, she felt a welter of emotions: sorrow at the boy's death, guilt at the angry thoughts she'd had that night, and most of all fear at how close she'd come to losing her own life. 

That last emotion caused her to reexamine her lifestyle and make significant changes. Still a rebel, she nevertheless began to keep her defiance in check. At school she started to focus on her studies, and even got a summer job to bring in some income. She also toned down her partying, being especially careful around drugs and alcohol. As her parents watched their daughter's transformation, they agreed that the accident, tragic as it was, must have been an act of divine intervention.

Thanks to her innate intelligence and the work that she had put into her last year-and-a-half of high school, Shannon was able to score high enough on the placement test to get into the Community College of Philadelphia. She began commuting to the main campus, working toward a degree in Business Administration. 

Emboldened by the changes he saw in his daughter's behavior, Shannon's father began to encourage her to take part in some of the activities for singles that his parish offered. Although she showed little enthusiasm, her father went so far as to introduce her to Robert Cunningham, a young man in his late twenties who'd begun attending church there.

Robert was tall and clean-cut, with wavy brown hair. Although he was handsome enough, Shannon was only mildly attracted. He was far too preppy and conventional for a young rebel attracted to bad boys. But her attitude changed after she learned that the quiet young man was an agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Numerous movies and television shows filled her head with images of danger and derring do, and her interest in him grew accordingly. Robert, in turn, was entranced by the attractive young woman, and the fact that she seemed to share his attitudes and values only increased his desire.

Soon the two of them were a couple, and Shannon's parents could hardly contain their joy that their prodigal daughter had returned to the fold. By the time Shannon graduated from Community College, she and Robert were engaged.

"And now we're living happily ever," Shannon told Tracy. Her friend instantly picked up on the sarcasm in Shannon's voice.

"So where is your hubby, anyway?" she asked Shannon

"You mean SpongeBob SquarePants?" Shannon replied with barely concealed contempt.

"What did you call him?" Tracy asked with a giggle.

"SpongeBob SquarePants," Shannon repeated. "I call him that because he's a total square and he's sponging up all the fun out of my life!" she said bitterly, and Tracy couldn't help but laugh. 

"Come on, Shannon, I thought you'd married a cross between the Lone Ranger and Eliot Ness!" she teased. 

Her words clearly provoked Shannon. "It's more like I married a CPA!" she said spitefully. "No, that's not fair -- an accountant would be more exciting than Robert. I don't know what he does-- he never talks about his work. And when he comes home, all he wants to do is relax and hang around the house. There's no excitement in my life, no fun at all."

She was about to say more when she spotted her husband heading their way. Robert had been talking on his cellphone, and now he had an apologetic look on his face. Before he could speak, however, Shannon introduced him to Tracy and her date. "Tracy was my best friend in high school," she said, and Tracy grinned.

Robert shook hands and then turned back to Shannon. "Honey, I'm really sorry but we're going to have to make an early evening of it. I'm on call tonight and something has come up at work."

Shannon had been none too excited about the wedding reception, but the idea of spending another night at home watching television just added to her foul mood. Before she could respond, however, Tracy intervened. "You don't have to take her home, Robert. Darren and I can give her a lift. Let her hang with us for a while."

Robert looked at Tracy uncertainly; Shannon hadn't told him much about her high school days, but his impression of Tracy wasn't wholly positive. He wondered how much the young woman had had to drink, although her boyfriend seemed sober enough. But something about him made Robert uneasy. As he hesitated, Shannon chimed in, "Come on, Robert, I really don't want to sit around the house all by myself on a Saturday night. When the reception is over, I'll catch a ride back with Tracy and Darren."

"Alright," he said finally, "but it'll probably be pretty late when I get in, so don't wait up for me, Honey."

With that he kissed her and then went to pay his respects to the bride and groom. As soon as the door closed behind him, Shannon turned back to Tracy with a look of gratitude on her face. "Thanks, girlfriend. I would have screamed if I'd had to spend another night at home. Let's go get another drink."

Before they could do so, Darren spoke up. "You don't really want to hang around this morgue, do you? Let's go somewhere and have some fun."

"Yeah," Tracy enthused, her eyes shining, "let's blow this place and go find a little excitement."

Shannon hesitated momentarily -- this wasn't exactly what she'd told Robert they'd do. But then she dismissed her reservations. "If he's gonna go off and play G-man, there's no reason why I can't go out and have a good time for a change."

As the three of them went outside, Shannon was surprised to see Darren and Tracy head for a motorcycle. "I haven't ridden on one of those in years!" she exclaimed. "Can we all fit on it?"

"Sure," Tracy said enthusiastically. "You get behind Darren and I'll sandwich you in."

"What about helmets?" Shannon asked.

Darren laughed. "Helmets are for sissies."

He swung his leg over the bike and then turned around to stare openly at Shannon as she hiked up her skirt and climbed on behind him. It only added to the naughtiness of what she was doing, and she felt a little thrill shoot through her at the idea this bad boy might find her attractive.

As soon as Tracy had snugged in behind her, Darren took off, revving the powerful engine and peeling away from the wedding party. When he took a sharp turn at high speed, Shannon squealed involuntarily in a mixture of fear and excitement, clinging tightly to the sinewy frame in front of her. Darren turned to give her a knowing grin, and Shannon wished again that her husband was more like him.

By the time they got where Darren was taking them, the combination of the engine's vibrations and the lean male body clutched so closely to her had begun to work on Shannon's libido. But as she swung off the bike, she reminded herself somewhat regretfully that Darren belonged to Tracy.

When the three of them entered through the below-street-level door, Shannon realized their destination was a dance club. The pounding music and flashing lights immediately took her back to her wild younger days, and she almost skipped across the floor as they made their way through the semi-darkness. 

Tracy immediately headed for the bar. "Hey, I wanna do some shots. How about you guys?"

Before Shannon could answer, Darren grabbed her hand and leaned over to speak into her ear above the noise. "Wanna try something way better than booze?" he asked forcefully. "You'll like it, I promise."

Shannon pulled back and looked into his eyes. They seemed to bore into her, and she found that she wanted to prove herself to him. "OK, what is it?"

He grinned. "Allow me introduce you to Molly."

When Shannon looked at him in confusion, he did something quick and supple, and suddenly he was holding two pastel-colored tablets in the palm of his hand. As she watched him, he took one of them, popped it in his mouth and downed it. She stared at him a moment more, then made her decision and swallowed her own tab. "You're going to love Molly," he laughed, and she felt as though the two of them were conspirators. Then he turned toward the bar, corralled Tracy and yelled to the two of them, "Come on, let's dance."

The three of them squeezed their way into the crowd and began dancing together. At one point Shannon leaned in to yell into Darren's ear. "What about Tracy, doesn't she like Molly?" He shook his head in the negative. "Booze is her thing," he yelled back, and sure enough Tracy disappeared again only to reappear shortly clutching another shot glass in her hand.

After dancing a while, Shannon began to feel a sense of warmth and well-being come over her. The music seemed to mesh with her mellow mood, and the rhythms of the lights blended with the motion of her body as she danced to the driving beat. She crowded closer to Darren and Tracy, and the three of them felt like one being to her. The sensation was amazing, unlike anything she'd felt before.

After a while she vaguely noticed that Tracy had found a vacant chair and proceeded to pass out. Darren went to check on her, and Shannon felt a slight sense of loss. But he quickly reappeared and now began to devote all his attention to Shannon. A feeling of euphoria came over her, and as the music flowed on, she wished the night would never end.

Sometime later she groggily watched as Darren picked up Tracy's inert body and threw it over his shoulder. Then he took Shannon's hand and led her out with him to his motorcycle. He propped Tracy on the seat in front of him and drooped her over the handlebars; then he motioned to Shannon to swing on behind him and fired up the big bike.

They could have ridden for minutes or hours; Shannon had no sense of time. All she was aware of was the rush of the wind, the vibrations coming up through the seat and the warmth of the body in front of her. Finally they came to a stop at an apartment building somewhere in the city, and then Darren was carrying Tracy again as Shannon followed. Once the three of them were inside the apartment door, he unceremoniously flopped the unconscious woman onto the couch.

Shannon came up behind him and wrapped herself around him, still swaying to the music in her head. Darren turned and looked at her hungrily, and Shannon instantly felt a matching heat within her. Without a word he pulled her into the bedroom and began kissing her hotly. She ran her hand over the front of his jeans and then began frantically tugging at his belt. He began pulling at her clothes as well, and in their haste they tumbled onto the unmade bed. He brushed some dirty clothes onto the floor and then continued to undress her. Both of them were desperate to feel the other's body against them. As soon as they were both nude, they began touching, licking and biting each other with a feral hunger.

Normally it took Shannon a lot of foreplay to arouse her fully, but now she felt an immediate and almost unbearable need to have him deep inside her. She moaned and twisted her body until he was between her thighs, then arched her back so that his surging cock found her pussy and slid inside. She was so wet that he penetrated her to the hilt in a single motion. 

She lay back and began to moan, enjoying sensations that seemed simultaneously familiar and unique. Even as she thrilled at the pleasure of his penetration, a strange lassitude came over her. Instead of pumping her hips to increase the friction on her "special" spot, she felt content to have his cock slide around inside her. The feeling of his body sliding against her was exquisite; she wanted it never to end.

At times they rolled over and she found herself on top; then, after a while he would pull her back under him. It seemed to go on and on, and Shannon vaguely wondered how he could last so long. But she felt no impatience or urgency for an orgasm; instead, she reveled in the feelings flowing over her in sensual waves. At one point he reached over and grabbed a bottle of water. When he handed it to her, she drank from it eagerly, all the while continuing to writhe against him in her desire to maintain their intimate contact.

Finally, just as she was beginning to feel exhausted, his tempo increased and he began to pump into her with greater power. She felt herself caught up in his urgency and pulled her legs back further, opening herself completely for him. She felt her pulse pounding and the pressure in her pussy building to an unsustainable high. Then she heard herself screaming, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck me, oh yes, ohhhh!" and she came and came and came. It was as if the whole long session had somehow built into a tsunami that swept her up and carried her away, and she was caught up in an orgasm like she had never experienced before. 

When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Darren pulling on his clothes. She lifted herself up on her elbows to stare at him groggily. "That was incredible," she said. "It felt like we made lover forever. Just how long did it last, anyway?"

He glanced at his watched and smirked at her. "About two hours," he said.

Her mind balked at that. "No! We were fucking for two solid hours?"

He gave her a sly grin. "I told you you'd like Molly."

She slumped back down on the bed, cupping her pussy in her hand. "I will never be the same," she said in exhaustion.

Then the implications of what he'd just told her sank in. "What time is it?" she asked apprehensively.

"Nearly two," he said over his shoulder.

She gasped. "Two o'clock? Omigod, I've got to get home!"

By the time she had frantically pulled on her clothes, Darren was waiting for her. As they hurried through the living room to the apartment door, Shannon noticed Tracy still passed out on the couch. "Thank God for that!" she thought guiltily, not wanting to face the girlfriend she had just betrayed.

The trip to her house took only fifteen minutes, but to Shannon it felt like an hour. As they rode, she desperately tried to concoct some plausible excuse to explain to her husband why she was so late, but she still wasn't thinking clearly and could come up with nothing.

When Darren pulled up in front of Shannon's home, she hastily swung off the bike. She wanted to say something to him, but her thoughts and emotions were so jumbled that all she could do was mumble, "Thanks, I . . . just, thanks." He grinned and quickly pulled away from the curb with a wave.

Then, as she turned toward the house, the fear she'd been suppressing really hit her. She did her best to unlock the door quietly, hoping desperately that Robert would be asleep. If she could just somehow slip into bed without waking him, she thought, maybe she could come up with some excuse in the morning.

But, to her surprise, when she peeked in the bedroom Robert wasn't there. She thanked her father's God for this undeserved blessing and hastily tore off her clothes in the dark, hiding them in the bottom of the laundry basket. She wanted to get a shower but she dared not take the time in case Robert caught her and realized how late she'd been out. Instead she threw on her nightgown and dove into bed, heaving a deep sigh of relief at her close call. 

Just how lucky she was became clear when she heard Robert's key in the door only a few minutes later. Suddenly, a frightening thought crossed her mind: "What if he wants to make love?" She'd worn her panties to bed and stuffed tissues in them to keep from leaking on the sheets, but nothing would save her if he began groping down there.

Then it came to her: the best way to forestall such a catastrophe was to take the initiative herself, not with passion but anger. So when he tiptoed into the bedroom, she reached over and switched on the bedside lamp. "Where in the hell have you been?" she stormed at him so fiercely that he involuntarily took a step back.

"I told you," he stammered, "I had to go out on business."

"You've used that excuse too many times before," she snapped back. "I'm beginning to think you're seeing someone."




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He was aghast. "No, Honey, I'd never do anything like that. I love you, I . . ."

But she was in full stride now and not about to yield the advantage. "Well if you're not seeing someone, tell me what you were doing," she demanded.

"I can't do that, honey," he pleaded.

"Can't or won't?" she replied obstinately.

It had been a long, hard night for Robert, and his weariness and frustration at his wife's unfair accusations overcame his reticence.

"It was a crime scene," he said wearily. "I had to go investigate a crime scene."

Inwardly Shannon rejoiced that her tactics were working, but she didn't want to let him off the hook so quickly. "Crime happens every day, Robert. What made this so special that you had to be out until all hours of the night?"

He sighed in resignation and began to speak in a low, cold voice. "You really want to know? Alright then, it was a murder, actually a double hit. Two guys we'd been after for a long time got executed tonight. Whoever did it hauled them out to a landfill, put a gun to their heads, and killed them."

By now, resignation had turned to resentment at being forced to reveal what he had tried to shield Shannon from, and Robert kept on with his description of the scene. "They put bags over their heads, tied their hands behind them and forced them to kneel in the garbage before they shot them. You know why they put bags over their heads?" he demanded, and Shannon shrank back at his vehemence.

"I guess so they couldn't see the faces of the men who kidnapped them," she ventured.

"They didn't give a damn if their victims saw them," Robert said in an angry tone. "Have you ever seen a bullet hit a melon? The same thing happens when you shoot a man in the head. They put bags over their heads to keep the brains from splattering everywhere." 

He shook his head at the memory and stared off into space. "Both of them were shot in the back of the head. When the medical examiner pulled the bags off, there wasn't much left of their faces."

He shook his head as if to clear away the memory. "Anyway, that's what I was out doing while you and your friends were having fun at the wedding reception. Are you satisfied now?" he asked bitterly.

Shannon said nothing, but her pale face and wide eyes made clear the impact his story had made. 

Robert quickly finished undressing, climbed into bed and pointedly turned his back to Shannon. She switched off the bedside light and pulled the covers around her, pleased that her stratagem had successfully diverted his attention. She reached down to see if her pussy was leaking. It wasn't, but she was surprised to find that it was tender to the touch. "What a wild night!" she thought, and rolled over to go to sleep. But as she drifted off, the image that came to her mind was not her encounter with Darren but the execution-style slaying that Robert had described. Her last conscious thought was to wish she hadn't pushed Robert quite so far.

Shannon slept till noon the next morning. Robert was cool to her when she finally arose, but he began to warm up to her as the afternoon went on. Yet instead of being relieved that his anger had faded, Shannon just felt depressed. Saturday night had been an exciting and satisfying adventure, but now her life was already returning to the routine she found so boring, leaving her even more restless. Her encounter with Stacy and especially Darren had reawakened impulses and desires she hadn't felt since high school. To resume her humdrum existence seemed almost unbearable now.

She was still depressed the next morning when she left for work, but that was the way work made her feel most mornings. Her Business Administration degree had qualified her for a position at the School District of Philadelphia, and she had managed to land a job as administrative assistant to the director of Procurement Services. Shannon didn't care for the director -- the man was a lecher who was always trying to sneak a peek down her blouse or up her skirt -- but she was glad to have a job. She even made it a point to give her boss a few "inadvertent" looks to ensure a good annual evaluation. Nevertheless, the work was mostly mind-numbing routine, and she had quickly tired of it.

But this Monday held a surprise. When the director went out to the lobby to greet a visitor and brought him back to the office, Shannon almost gasped out loud. The visitor was none other than Darren! He was wearing a suit and tie, his hair was combed back in a conservative style, and he'd removed the silver earring, but there was no doubt it was him. 

A slight grin crossed Darren's face when he spotted Shannon, but he said nothing and gave no other sign of recognition. 

As the two men went into the director's office and the door closed behind them, Shannon's mind was awhirl. Memories of Saturday night came flooding back to her, and she was full of questions about Darren's unexpected reappearance and his meeting with her boss.

Curiosity overcame her and she clicked on the intercom system while carefully turning down the volume. The office still had an old system that enabled the director to give her instructions without leaving his desk. Shannon had long ago figured out how she could use it for eavesdropping. It was risky, but she was too curious to resist temptation.

After listening to their conversation for a while, she was even more perplexed. Darren seemed to be no more than another salesman trying to sell cleaning and office supplies to the school system. She could hardly believe that Saturday night's bad boy on a motorcycle could be a soap salesman by day. But the longer she listened, the more something seemed odd about their negotiations. Darren told her boss he represented a new business in the area trying to establish a relationship with the school system. The director didn't seem particularly receptive at first, but then the tone of the conversation changed.

"Our company is eager to show you how competitive we can be," Darren said in a confident voice, "so eager that we're prepared to make you a very special offer. It's not unusual for us to do business through a broker, and when we do, we pay the broker a 10% commission. Since there's no broker in this case, we'd be willing to offer you that same commission as a token of appreciation for helping us get our foot in the door."

Shannon could hear the sound of the director rocking back in his desk chair, and she could just imagine the expression on his face. "You said a 10% commission," the director said as though he was barely interested. "And what would be the limit on the order size?"

"No limit at all, Mr. Director," Darren answered smoothly. "The commission would remain the same and apply to any size order. If you wanted a year's supply for the entire school district, we'd be happy to accommodate you."

"And how would this commission be paid?" Shannon's boss asked a little too quickly.

"Our company is not big on procedures and red-tape," Darren replied glibly. "I could bring you a cashier's check, if that would be satisfactory."

There was a long pause, and Shannon wondered what was happening. Then she heard her boss start up again. "We at the Procurement Office are always interested in developing new resources for the District's needs. I think we'd like to place an order with your firm in this amount." 

The intercom clearly picked up the sound of a sheet of paper being slid across the desk.

"Very good, sir," Darren replied. "I'll have your commission check ready late tomorrow morning." Shannon thought she heard the two men shake hands, and she assumed their negotiations were done. But then Darren spoke up again, this time in a slightly different tone of voice. "Mr. Director, there is one other consideration I need to inform you about. Our company has experienced some unfortunate 'changes of heart,' you might say, in the past, on the part of others to whom we've made a similar offer. We've paid the commission only to have the order get cancelled or sharply reduced. Accordingly, our company now requires simultaneous payment for the order. Moreover, since we're paying the commission by cashier's check, it's only fair that we require that the order be paid for the same way, by cashier's check."

Shannon heard the director's chair sit upright abruptly. "This is most unusual," the director harrumphed. "I don't even know if I have the authority to issue a cashier's check, especially for such a large amount."

"You're right," came Darren's silky voice, "it is unusual, but so is the commission we're offering you. I'm sure you'd find it would come in very handy just now. Of course, if you feel you need to lower the size of your order to meet departmental standards, I'd certainly understand."

There was another long pause, and Shannon found herself listening eagerly.

Finally the director spoke up. "No, no, I think we can handle that. But be sure you're back here before noon -- I have a luncheon to attend tomorrow and I don't know how late it will run."

"Hah!" thought Shannon, who knew the director had no such luncheon on his schedule. "He wants to deposit that check as quickly as possible."

She quickly shut off the intercom and pretended to be hard at work at her computer as the two men came out of the director's office. "Thank you again, sir. I look forward to a long and mutually rewarding relationship between our organizations," Darren gushed. Then he turned and left without even a glance at Shannon.

As she drove home from work that afternoon, Shannon couldn't stop thinking about what she had overheard. She might not be a lawyer or policeman, but she knew a bribe when she heard one offered. She wasn't particularly surprised that Darren might offer a bribe to get the District's business, but she still couldn't see him as a sales rep, even a crooked one. And then there was this whole business about the cashiers' checks. Once he'd gotten the director to agree to the deal, why would Darren risk the whole thing by throwing in that curve ball? She'd have to think on that one some more.

Her thoughts turned to the director and she shook her head in disgust. That the old lecher was willing to accept a bribe didn't surprise her either, and for a moment she wondered if she ought to report what had happened to someone. But the thought quickly passed -- it wasn't her problem.

But her thoughts kept returning to Darren. She'd never expected to see him again; to have him appear at her workplace started a flood of emotions she was having trouble controlling. That night she dreamed about him.

The next morning, when Darren arrived at the building, the director rushed out to usher him into his office like a celebrity. "No interruptions, Shannon," he barked at her, and Shannon had to struggle to control her grimace. As soon as the two men disappeared behind the closed door, she quickly switched on the intercom.

When the director asked if he had the "commission," Darren's voice sounded like it had been dipped in oil. "I do," he replied, "and just to show you how confident my company is in you and the school district, let me present our cashier's check before I even see your order and your payment."

Shannon could imagine the scene as the director snatched the check and scanned it anxiously. After a pause, she heard him tell Darren, "Everything seems to be in order. Very well, here's our check along with our order in the amount we discussed yesterday. I had to pull some strings to get a cashier's check for this amount, but here it is."

"Thank you, sir," came Darren's reply. "You won't regret it. And let me remind you that our arrangement will remain in place for any future orders as well. You'll see: this will be a very profitable arrangement for all of us."

"Very good," the director said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get to that luncheon I mentioned."

The two men came back into the anteroom and the director told Shannon he was off to lunch. She nodded and told him that she would take her lunch break as well.

As soon as the men were gone, Shannon grabbed her coat and hurried out to her car. As she made her way through lunch-hour traffic, she wondered what she was getting into. Nevertheless, she continued driving and soon arrived outside the shabby apartments that she'd remembered from Saturday night. She sat in her car and waited, hoping that she'd read the situation correctly. It wasn't long before she saw Darren drive up and stride toward the front door. She quickly hopped out of her car and ran toward him. "Darren, wait!"

He turned to stare and for a moment his face revealed his surprise; then it transformed into a wary stare. "Hello, Shannon. You might as well come inside," he said, and held the door for her.

There was no one else in the apartment, and once inside he turned to look at her with his arms crossed. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.

Shannon ignored his question. "I listened to you," she told him. "I heard everything you and the director talked about. I know you bribed him."

"So," he asked in a surly tone, "are you going to turn me in?"

She ignored him again. "Only, I think there's more going on than bribery. I don't believe you're a soap salesman, I think you're a con man. I think that check you gave him wasn't any good."

Darren's mouth took on a crooked grin, but his eyes didn't smile. "You're smarter than I thought. Yes, the whole deal was a con, and the check I gave him was as phony as a politician's promise," he said. "But the check he gave me from the school district was good as gold, and I've already cashed it."

"What happens when the director tries to cash his check and finds out it's a fake?" she asked. "Won't he have the police after you?"

Now his grin grew more insolent. "That's the beauty of this particular sting: he's screwed no matter what he does. The only way he can report me is to admit that he took a bribe. He probably won't be willing to do that until he's forced to explain why there haven't been any shipments of cleaning supplies. I'll be long gone by then."

Then Darren's eyes narrowed. "So how much do you want to keep quiet?"

"I don't want your money," she said evenly.

This time he was visibly surprised. "No? Then what do you want?"

She looked at him steadily. "I want you to take me with you."

Her answer caught him off guard, and he stood there thinking for a minute. Then his face relaxed and his smile returned. "Are you sure? Do you really want to leave your loving hubby, your nice home in the suburbs and your nine-to-five job?" he asked mockingly. "Do you really want to give all that up to run with me?"

A look of savage intensity came over her face. "I think I've been looking for someone like you my whole life!" she said huskily, and threw herself against him, kissing him passionately. His hands reached down to grab her ass and press her against his rapidly stiffening cock.

Shannon began to pant, but before she could do anything more, Darren grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back to stare into her eyes. "I'm leaving town right away. I'll be outside your house in one hour. If you're not ready to go, I'm not waiting for you."

"We're leaving on your motorcycle?" she asked.

"No, I'll be in a car. Sometimes you have to leave your toys behind when you live this kind of life."

"What about Stacy?" she asked.

"Like I said, you have to be ready to leave your toys behind. Now get going and be outside your place at 1:30 -- or I'll leave you behind as well."

Shannon kissed him again and then ran for the door. Hopping into her car, she quickly drove to the nearest branch of their bank and withdrew the money from her checking account and the joint savings account. Then she sped home. Once there, she grabbed a suitcase and make-up bag, and hurriedly stuffed them with a few things she felt she couldn't live without. On her way back downstairs, she picked up a piece of paper to write Robert a note, but couldn't think of what to say. Finally, she scribbled "Sorry" and left the note on the kitchen counter along with her wedding ring. Then she went to the front porch to watch for Darren. 

As she sat on the steps, doubt began to build. This was the craziest, most impulsive thing she had ever done, and her conscience was screaming at her to stop before it was too late. But just at that minute, she saw an undistinguished sedan pull up in front of her house, and with soaring heart she ran to it, leaving the door to their apartment unlocked. She tossed her bags into the back and then slid into the passenger seat as Darren pulled away from the curb.

As they drove off, Shannon's thoughts drifted to Robert and she for a moment she felt badly for him. He truly loved her, she knew, and this would hurt him badly. Then she thought about her parents and how disappointed they would be when they learned what she had done. "But it doesn't matter," she thought fiercely, "It's my life, and they can't try to run it anymore. I know what I want and what I need -- and I'm going to take it."

The next few months went by in a haze for Shannon. Darren had driven south to Wilmington, and the two of them had moved into a cheap motel with long-term rates and a short-term memory. The days and nights were a blurry combination of vacation and honeymoon, filled with smoky night clubs, drug-induced lassitude and, most of all, hot sex whenever, wherever and however they wanted it. Nothing was planned; everything was done on impulse and whim.

Shannon loved the lack of responsibility, the opportunity to sleep till noon after partying all night and the fact that she was no longer answerable to anyone. It was as though she had jump-shifted back to adolescence, except that there were no parents attempting to rein in her excesses. She thought of them occasionally as well as Robert, but she pushed those thoughts aside angrily. "That was then, this is now," she told herself. "I'm living my life on my terms, doing what I want to do."

So it was a bit of a shock when Darren woke her from sleep one afternoon and told her that she would have to go to work. "We're low on money," he explained. "We need to make some cash."

By now Shannon was awake, although still somewhat foggy. "What do you want me to do?" she asked petulantly.

He ignored her attitude. "You're going to become a legal secretary," he informed her.

"But I don't know anything about legal work," she protested.

"You don't know anything about handling pigeons either," he calmly replied, "but you will. First, however, we need to go shopping."

That afternoon found them in the Nordstrom's in the Christiana Mall southwest of downtown Wilmington. As Shannon made her way through the Women's Department, out of the corner of her eye she spotted Darren strolling several aisles away. Continuing her shopping, she soon found a black Alexander Wang pencil skirt with a zippered slit at the side. Immediately she knew it would be ideal, so asked a salesgirl if she could try on her size. The fit was perfect. When she came out of the dressing room, she hung the skirt back on the rack, leaving it sticking out from the others just a little. Then she told the girl that she wanted to shop some more and moved on to blouses.

Moving through the displays, Shannon soon focused on a white long-sleeve model that looked appropriate for the office. Remembering Darren's instructions, she tried on one that was a size smaller than she normally wore. After admiring herself in the dressing room mirror, she returned the blouse to the rack, once again leaving it protruding slightly.

From there she made her way to the shoe department and, after trying on a number of styles, proceeded to select a pair of elegant black high-heeled pumps that she purchased with cash despite the $300 price tag. Then she strolled casually to the food court and took a seat. Only minutes later, Darren joined her, carrying a large bag from Champs Sports.




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"Did you get everything?" she asked anxiously, and when he nodded, she said, "Shouldn't we get out of here?"

"Nah," he said dismissively, "we're clear."

"How can you be so sure?" she asked.

"Simple," he said. "Stores aren't looking for a man to shoplift women's clothing. Somebody might have watched you browsing, but they usually don't pay any attention to a male wandering through the Women's department."

"Then why did I have to buy these expensive shoes?" she asked, still uneasy.

"Three reasons," he said. "First, the sales people in footwear keep a close eye on their merchandise, so shoes are hard to swipe. Second, footwear that expensive usually have ID chips that have to be disabled before they leave the store. And finally, if anybody was suspicious of you, they'd forget about you the minute you made a purchase. A shoplifter would never actually buy anything, especially an item that expensive."

Despite his reassurances, Shannon was relieved when they finally got back to their motel.

Darren turned on the Weather Channel and watched for a few minutes. Finally he turned the set off. "Looks like tomorrow's going to be a good day for hunting pigeons," he said. "Here's what we're going to do."

Shannon was not happy about becoming a part of Darren's con game. In her mind it was one thing to go along for the ride with him; it was quite another to become an active participant. Yet she saw no way to avoid it, so at noon the next day she made her way nervously down Delaware Avenue toward Dupont Park. She was wearing the clothes Darren had shoplifted the previous day, and she hoped she looked like the secretary she was supposed to be.

She'd already noted Darren on the opposite side of the street and half a block ahead of her. As she got to the small park, he made an unobtrusive gesture with his hand and she looked to her right to see a man seated on a bench near the fountain. She glanced back at Darren to be sure she had the right one, and when she saw him nod she walked up behind the stranger.

He appeared to be in his late sixties with gray, thinning hair. He wore a suit and tie, and as she drew closer it was clear that the suit was an older style, a fact verified by the wear she saw at the cuffs and collar.

She took a deep breath --it was show time.

"Sir! Excuse me, sir. I think you dropped this," she said, holding up an oversized, unmarked business envelope.

The man turned to look at her and Shannon noticed that, even as he looked at the envelope she was holding, he took the opportunity to give her a second look before responding. "Darren knew what he was doing when he had me dress this way," she thought approvingly.

"No, I'm sorry, young lady, that doesn't belong to me," the old man said with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Shannon asked. "I spotted it under the bench right where you're sitting."

Again he shook his head. "No, it's not mine, but thank you for asking."

Shannon plopped herself on the bench beside him and watched his eyes go to the slit in her skirt. "What should we do about this envelope" she asked. "It feels heavy." 

She passed it to him, and he weighed it in his hands. Then he gave it back to her.

"Maybe there's an address or something inside that will tell us who this belongs to," she said, being careful to look the older man in the eye.

"That's a good idea," he said, obviously enjoying the opportunity to spend time with a pretty young female.

When she unclasped the envelope and reached inside, she gave a sharp gasp. "Ohmigosh, it's filled with money!" She thrust the envelope back into his hands and saw his eyes widen as he found what she had seen.

"How much is in there?" she asked excitedly, and he pulled the stacks of bills into his lap. Now it was his turn to gasp. "These are packets of $100 bills," he said in a hushed voice. He quickly began to count them, and when he had finished, he turned to her and said, "There are 20 packets, and each one has 25 bills. That means there's $50,000 in here!"

She looked at him with wide eyes. "Can we keep it? I mean, there's no name on the envelope and nothing inside to indicate who owns it. That would be $25,000 for each of us!"

She saw the desire in his eye, but he still wasn't completely hooked. "I think we have to report this to the authorities, in case someone lost it," he said, but when she looked disheartened he quickly added, "But maybe if no one claims it then we can keep it."

Shannon cocked her head as though an idea had just struck her. "My boss is an attorney; in fact, he works in that building right across the street. Let me call him -- he'll know what to do." 

Before her companion could respond, she pulled out her cellphone and made a show of calling her "boss." After a minute's conversation, she hung up and turned back to the man. "He said he was on his way to a meeting, but he's going to stop on the way to see us. Oh, look, there he comes now."

She pointed to the figure of Darren, who was appropriately dressed in a dark blue suit, white shirt and striped tie, and carrying a heavy legal briefcase. After the introductions, Shannon explained the situation to him. Darren took the envelope and checked inside briefly. Looking down at Shannon and the older man, Darren nodded sagely. "I know exactly what this is," he said. "I've seen it before. This is drug money. Somebody was going to make a pay-off and something went wrong."

"So what do we do now?" Shannon asked.

"We'll have to notify the police, of course. But I'm happy to inform you that, once a few formalities have been completed, the money belongs to the finders!"

Shannon squealed and turned to hug her co-finder in delight. He returned her embrace heartily.

"Before you get too excited," Darren broke in, "there's one small complication." The two people seated on the bench looked at each other in alarm, then back at the "attorney."

"The problem," he continued, "is that an unmarked envelope is one ploy drug dealers use to launder money. They claim to have found it; then, when it goes unclaimed and they take possession, they have 'clean' money."

"But we're not drug dealers," the older man protested.

"I know that," Darren responded, "but you need to convince the police, not me." He paused for just long enough for disillusionment to set in, then spoke up again.

"I think I know a way. If each of you were to put some of your own money in, that would demonstrate your good faith to the police. Besides, no drug dealer would ever put up his own cash like that."

Shannon could see the doubt in the older man's face, so she quickly spoke up, "That makes sense to me. How much would we have to put up to show good faith?"

"What would be perfect would be if each of you could put up half of the total money. That would clearly show the police that you're honest and not trying to pull some kind of money-laundering scheme."

Again, Shannon spoke up quickly. "I have a little over $25,000 in my savings account at the bank across the street. If it means a chance to double that, I'd be willing to get it, especially since we're going to give that to the police." She turned to her companion. "What about you -- can you do the same thing?" When he hesitated, she hurried on, "My husband and I could really use $25,000. I bet that much money would come in pretty handy for you too."

"Yes it would," the older man agreed, and then he seemed to make a decision. "My bank is just down the street. I could pull $25,000 out of my retirement account."

"Perfect," Darren quickly spoke up. "Now here's what you need to do: each of you needs to go withdraw the money while I contact the police. Be sure to have your bank put the money in an envelope along with the withdrawal receipt and seal it. That way there can be no question where the money came from. Then get back here as quickly as you can."

Shannon grabbed her new friend's hand and tugged him off the bench with excitement. "Come on," she said gaily, "let's go!" He gladly held her hand as they walked out of the park. After they had crossed the street, he somewhat reluctantly released her to heads to his bank.

Shannon was already waiting with her envelope when the gray-haired man returned, puffing from his haste. Darren took the big envelope they'd found and opened it so both could see the $50,000 inside. Then he dumped in the envelopes from Shannon and the old man, closed the flap, licked it and sealed it. "There," he said triumphantly, "that way the police will know it hasn't been tampered with."

Then he made a show of checking his watch. "Where are those detectives, anyway?" He pulled out his cellphone, turned away, made a call and began to speak. Even hearing only one side of the conversation, it was obvious to Shannon and her new friend that something was amiss. Darren turned back to the two of them, holding his finger over the speaker. "There's been an accident and they've been delayed," he informed the pair. "It's going to be about fifteen minutes before they can get here." He looked around and then back at the two of them. "Listen, I don't feel comfortable holding this much money out in the open like this. We need to put it in a safer place." He turned to the older man. "Is your car parked nearby?"

Gray hair nodded quickly. "Yes, I'm parked on the first level of the parking garage right over there," he said.

"Good," Darren said approvingly, "we'll go over there and lock the envelope in the trunk of your car. I'll let the police know where to look for you." With that he turned back around, spoke a few more sentences and hung up. 

The three of them then proceeded to walk across the street and into the garage, with the older man in the lead. "There's my car over there," he told them, pointing to a Chevrolet in the middle of one row. 

As the three of them neared the car, there was a clatter of metal on concrete, and Shannon gave a little squeal, "Oh, I dropped my phone!" She carefully bent over at the waist, and made a show of fumbling on the ground before grasping it. When she stood up, she saw that the older man had been staring at her. She held the phone out to him. "Do you think it will be OK?" He took it from her to examine it, and Shannon watched over his shoulder as Darren completed switching the envelope with the money for an identical one that he had pulled out of his briefcase.

As Shannon and her friend turned back towards Darren, he held the envelope up and asked the old man to pop his trunk. When he did so, Darren ostentatiously placed the envelope inside and loudly slammed the lid closed, asking the man to relock the car. "Now I feel better," he said reassuringly.

Then he checked his watch again. "I'm sorry, but if I don't hurry I'll be late for my meeting. The police should be here any minute, so you two just wait for them here by the car." Before they could say anything else, he hurried away.

The old man looked around uneasily, and Shannon quickly gripped her arm. "So tell me," she asked with an encouraging expression, "what are you going to do with all that money?" Soon the man was talking about European vacations and other dreams, with Shannon nodding and smiling in agreement. 

When he paused for a breath, a look of discomfort crossed Shannon's face. "Darn it, I really need to go to the bathroom. I'm going to run use the ladies' room in the bank and then I'll be right back." She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't go away, now," she said with a smile, and then hurried toward the door to the lobby.

Instead of stopping, she hurried straight through the lobby. When she exited the building, she turned west and walked down the street till she came to an alley. Darren was parked there with the motor idling. When he pulled away she was almost shaking from the adrenaline rush. "How'd I do?" she asked in her excitement. "Like a pro, baby, like a pro," Darren responded. "Now that's how you do the pigeon drop!" Then he began to chuckle. "I wish you could have seen it. When you bent over to pick up your cellphone, that old geezer's eyes almost popped out of his head staring at your ass!"

"I wonder how long it will take before he opens the trunk and finds that envelope stuffed with newspaper?" she asked.

"Long after we're out of here," Darren said. 

She laughed giddily and settled back in her seat as they drove to the motel. 

When Darren pulled up at the motel, he turned to look at Shannon. "You go on inside and wait for me. I've got to make a quick trip to the bank."

"What bank?" she asked in confusion.

"The Bank of Moscow," he said calmly.

"The Bank of Moscow?" she asked in surprise. "I've never heard of it. Why do you have to go there?"

"It's better that you don't know," he replied curtly. When he saw her clouding up, he hurried on. "When I get back, we'll go out and party."

As she waited for Darren, Shannon began to think about what they'd just done. Now that the euphoria of a successful con game had worn off, she couldn't help thinking about the old man they'd just robbed. A sense of guilt welled up in her as she remembered his well-worn clothes, but she pushed it from her thoughts angrily. "He's probably got tons of money stashed in the bank," she told herself. "He won't miss it."

Nevertheless, she began to feel a little depressed. She'd wanted the excitement of living with a bad boy, but she'd never thought that she might have to become part of his activities. "My daddy would just die if he knew," she thought, "and so would Robert." The thought made her angry at herself. "Why should I even care what they think?" she asked herself in disgust.

To get herself out of her mood, she fished a joint out of Darren's bag and lit up. By the time Darren returned, she was high, giggly and hungry. Darren was amused. "Come on, baby," he told her, "let's go get something to eat and then we'll have a little playtime." 

A week later, Darren informed Shannon that it was time for them to move on. "We're leaving as soon as I get back," he told her. When she asked him where he was going, he would only tell her that it was a business meeting. After Darren returned, the two of them quickly loaded their bags into their nondescript car. Darren drove around to the motel office, settled their bill and then got behind the wheel and headed north on I95.

"Are we going back to Philadelphia?" Shannon asked.

"No," he replied curtly, "Newark."

"Why Newark?" Shannon asked curiously.

"Because we've got a big business opportunity there," Darren replied.

"What opportunity?" Shannon pressed, and Darren gave an audible sigh.

"Alright," he said, "we've got some time ahead of us, so I guess now is as good a time as any to talk about it. You remember the con I pulled in Philly with the school board?" he asked, glancing over at Shannon.

"Of course," she replied.

"Well, there's a similar situation in Newark, only a lot bigger. If we play our cards right, we might just be able to make a really big score, one that would put us on easy street for a long time."

"Why can't we do it in Wilmington," Shannon asked in puzzlement. "What's so special about Newark?" 

Darren rolled his eyes and began to lecture her like a child. "Newark runs the biggest education system in New Jersey, but it has one of the worst graduation rates in the state. The school system got so bad that the state government actually took it over way back in 1995 and has been running it ever since. The system also has a history of being underfunded and rife with corruption."

"That doesn't sound very promising to me," Shannon said.

"You'd think so, but there's another side to the coin. The problems are so well known that the system has gotten a lot of money from bleeding-heart do-gooders trying to help. That guy who started Facebook donated $100 million, and other rich people have chipped in as well. Everybody's looking for ways to jumpstart the system. And that's where we come in."

The confusion on Shannon's face made it clear that she still wasn't following what Darren was saying.

"The latest quick fix they want to try is to give computers to the students to help them with their schoolwork," Darren went on.

Shannon burst into laughter. "Right, like that'll help! They'll just spend all their time on Facebook or playing games."

"Maybe so," Darren responded, "but who cares? The point is that it's a big opportunity for us. We come in and offer to sell them a whole shipping container full of IPads at cut-rate prices and they'll jump at the offer."

"Where are we going to find a container full of IPads?" Shannon asked incredulously.

"Our friends at the Bank of Moscow already have one," Darren replied.

"Okay, now you've got to tell me," Shannon demanded. "Who the hell is the Bank of Moscow?"

"It's not really a bank," Darren said. "That's just what I call it because they're willing to fund scams and underwrite other kinds of crime. The truth is they're part of the Russian mafia."

"Why would the Russian mafia want to fund other people's deals? Why not just pull the jobs themselves?"

"Simple," Darren said, "they can make a lot of money without taking any risk."

"What happens if the con goes sour or their borrowers get arrested? It sounds to me like that would be a big risk."

"They're not like a regular bank," Darren explained. "If you borrow money from them, you pay it back plus interest, no matter what. If you wind up in jail, then your family has to pay. There's no getting out of a loan from these guys."

Shannon wasn't convinced. "But what if the family can't pay or won't pay?"

Darren actually shuddered. "Trust me: you don't want to know what happens then. Let's just say that the Bank of Moscow doesn't have a 'bad debt' problem. They always collect."

"So where did these Russian guys get a shipping container of IPads?" Shannon wanted to know.

Darren rolled his eyes at her like she was a simpleton. "They hijacked it, of course," he told her.

"And they're just going to give it to us?" she asked, still not understanding.

"No," Darren said slowly as if he were speaking to a child, "they're not going to give it to us. They're going to lend it to us, along with the cash we'll need as seed money. In return, they get half the proceeds of our little con game."

"Half!" Shannon exploded. "We take all the risk and they get half?"

"It sounds like a lot, I know, but think about it: where else have we got a chance to score $2 million in one deal?"

"$2 million? You're kidding, right?"

"Do the math," Darren said. "There are 10,000 IPads in that shipping container and they're the fancy thin ones with 128 gigs of memory. Those babies retail for $800 a pop. We sell them to the school system at half price, which makes them look like fucking heroes and gets us $4 million. We split that with the Bank of Russia and walk away with a cool 2 rocks. With that kind of money, we can go anywhere, do anything!"

He glanced away from the road to see how she was taking all this and saw she still had a skeptical look on her face. "Do you really think you can con the school board or whoever into buying stolen merchandise?" she asked.

He grinned at her. "Our new partners tell me that the guy we have to deal with is Gordon Sesterman, the head of the Newark's Future Today Foundation. This guy is bent two ways: he's politically ambitious and he's not too picky about where possible campaign funds come from. So they think he's touchable. But in any case, I'm not going to con this guy."

"I don't understand," she asked querulously, "how are we going to do it?"

He paused and grinned even more broadly. "I'm not going to con him -- you are!"

"Me?" she gasped, startled. "I don't know how to do something like that!" 

"Don't worry, baby, I'll coach you every step of the way. He's gonna be butter in your hands."




Playing with Bad Boys



The day after they'd checked into an inexpensive motel near the Newark airport, Darren and Shannon made a trip to Manhattan to go on another "shopping" spree. They returned with a complete wardrobe for her, including lingerie from Agent Provocateur, an Armani woman's suit in dark gray from Saks Fifth Avenue, and a pair of Burberry high-heeled ankle boots in black suede. As before, her only actual purchase was the boots, for which she paid cash.

The two of them spent the rest of the evening going over what Shannon was supposed to do and how she should handle whatever questions or issues Gordon Sesterman might raise. Darren had already been in contact with Sesterman's office at the Foundation to set up the appointment and to introduce "Ms. April Johnson," Vice President of Sales for "Global Resources," as the person who would call on him. 

"All marks are the same," Darren reassured her. "If you can get them to focus on the rewards, they'll convince themselves that everything else you're saying is true. Once they start to visualize the prize, they want to believe you."

Shannon spent a restless night. Not only was she nervous about the role she was supposed to play, but she was especially uneasy about her increasing involvement in Darren's schemes. Yet once again she could see no way to get off the path she had chosen. 

The next morning she was so jittery that she couldn't eat anything before her appointment. But she began to feel a little better when she put on her power suit and ankle boots. Just before she left to get in the taxi to take her to the Foundation's offices, Darren told her, "Remember, baby, you have a secret weapon. You're a sexy bitch -- it's hard for a man to say 'No' to someone like you."

Shannon hoped he was right.

Once she was settled in Sesterman's office, she quickly launched into the spiel that she'd rehearsed with Darren. Global Resources, she told him, had acquired a container load of 10,000 iPads at distressed prices. These were the deluxe $800 models, but her firm was in a position to offer them to the Foundation at half price if it could take the entire lot. It was a preposterous story and Shannon was sure that Sesterman would kick her out of his office in short order. But as she went through her proposition, it soon became clear that Sesterman was paying more attention to her body than to her words. To see if she was right, she crossed and uncrossed her legs several times, and each time he followed the motion closely, like a child looking at toys through the window of a store. 

"I can use this," she thought, and her confidence began to grow. She quickly shifted away from the details of the deal and began to praise the work the Foundation was doing and the importance of the role Sesterman played. When she saw him respond positively, she began to describe the coup he would score by acquiring so many tablet computers for the school system. From there she went on to speculate about the favorable publicity such an achievement would generate and the political implications of success. "The people of Newark are looking for a leader who has the vision to address the city's problems and the decisiveness to get things done," she said. "This could be a real inflection point for the right man."

As she spoke she kept leaning toward him, and the motion caused her jacket to gape open, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her bra-clad breasts. "My company would be interested in supporting such a leader," she went on silkily. "We'd be prepared to contribute seed money to help get a political campaign in motion. We'd be talking in terms of 1% of the sale as a sort of commission. That would go quite a way toward getting a mayoral campaign rolling."

She could see him do the calculation. "Yes," he said slowly, "$40,000 would certainly be helpful. . ."

She deliberately interrupted him, just the way Darren had suggested. "No, Mr. Sesterman, not 1% of our price to you, 1% of the retail value."

His eyes widened. "$80,000?"

"Exactly," she said, with a little smile.

He seemed to be staring off into the distance; then his eyes refocused on her face and narrowed. "You've given me a great deal to think about, Ms. Johnson," he said slowly. "I'd like to have a little more time to consider your proposition before coming to a final decision."

Shannon's smile broadened. "Of course, Mr. Sesterman. But you must realize that we have other potential opportunities for moving this merchandise. Rapid inventory turnover is the key to success for us."

Sesterman looked at her shrewdly and nodded. "I completely understand. Why don't we plan to meet tomorrow at this same time to continue our discussions?"

Shannon smiled, rose daintily and extended her hand to shake his. "I'll be looking forward to it," she said smoothly. Then she turned and left his office with just the slightest added sway in her hips.

When she got back to Darren, she was bursting with excitement in her eagerness to describe everything that had happened. "Oh, God, Darren, I think it just might work! He hardly asked any questions, and when I began to talk about what this would do for him, you'd have thought I was giving him a handjob!"

Darren was equally excited. "You know what this means, babe? If we can pull this off, we'll walk out of here with 2 million bucks! We can go anywhere, do anything!"

In his fervor Darren grabbed her and kissed her passionately. Instantly, her excitement turned to lust, and the two of them were soon shedding their clothes as fast as they could before falling to the unmade bed in a sexual frenzy. As he plunged into her, he exulted, "Do you miss your old life now? Do you miss good old SpongeBob?"

She clasped him to her in ecstasy. "The hell with him, the hell with them all. This is what I want. Just give it to me . . . now!"

When Shannon returned for her follow-up appointment the next day, she was wearing another shoplifted outfit which, while still suitable for business, featured a shorter skirt and a blouse with a dipping neckline. She strode into Sesterman's office with an air of confidence, and his opening response only served to reinforce her attitude.

"Ms. Johnson, I've given your company's proposal a great deal of consideration and I find it extremely interesting."

"He's hooked!" she thought, working to keep the triumph from showing on her face.

"However, in the course of my research I came across an interesting situation I'd like to share with you," Sesterman continued. "About nine months ago, the school system in Philadelphia contracted to purchase a large quantity of cleaning supplies from a new vendor. When no supplies were ever delivered, an investigation was conducted. The head of purchasing ultimately confessed that he had accepted a bribe from the phony supplier."

At his words, Shannon's excitement metamorphosed into fear. "Oh, God," she thought, "he knows about us! The police must be outside ready to arrest me!" Her heartbeat doubled and sweat began to run down from her armpits. It was all she could do to keep from dashing for the door.

"But what I really found interesting about the story," Sesterman went on, "was that the bribe the purchasing director received came in the form of a cashier's check. Ironically, that cashier's check was as phony as the supply contract itself."

Shannon wondered if she was going to faint.

Sesterman smiled smugly at her. "The philosopher George Santayana famously said that those who fail to learn the lessons of history are doomed to repeat them. So rather than risk repeating that ugly lesson, I'm going to accept your proposal, but with three conditions. If you cannot meet all three, then we have nothing further to discuss."

Shannon was stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening. "He's not going to arrest me? He's actually going to take the deal?" she asked herself in confusion.

Oblivious to his visitor's inner turmoil, Sesterman went on."Here are my conditions. First, the campaign contribution your company so generously wishes to make must be in cash, deliverable concurrent with the delivery of the merchandise."

Shannon had recovered somewhat from her panic, but Sesterman's condition was a disturbing development. "How are we going to get $80,000 in cash?" she asked herself. But she kept her face impassive, and Sesterman went on.

"The second condition is that I have to see the merchandise myself. I'm not buying anything until I see all 10,000 of those iPads."

When Shannon remained silent, Sesterman smiled and cleared his throat. "My third condition is of a different, more personal nature. Before we conclude our transaction, you will need to spend a night with me at the Meadowlands Hilton."

Shannon gasped and jumped out of her chair, staring at Sesterman in shock. But before she could tell him where to stick his conditions, she caught herself and slowly sat back down. Struggling to control herself, she told him, "I was not expecting something like this from you, Mr. Sesterman. I am taken aback by what you're demanding. I believe the best thing for me to do is to discuss this with my colleagues. Good day, sir!"

With that, she arose again and stalked to the door. Sesterman's parting words caused her to stop. "Please don't take too long thinking it over, Ms. Johnson. My offer is time-sensitive. Rapid inventory turnover, you know?"

Shannon ground her teeth in fury, but said nothing further.

When she got back to the motel, her angry scowl told Darren that things had gone awry. Before she could even speak he demanded, "What happened? What went wrong?"

When she told him about Sesterman's demand for his money in cash, Darren didn't see it as an unsolvable problem. "I didn't expect that, but I think we can work around it. Let me talk to the Russians and see what they say."

Likewise, Sesterman's requirement to see the merchandise didn't faze Darren either. "The Russians have got the container at Port Newark. I'll work out a special showing for Sesterman when I call them about the $80 big ones. This can work for us, Shannon. It'll be okay."

Shannon was becoming angrier by the second. "No it won't," she shouted, "because I'm not going to sleep with that bastard!"

"That's his third condition?" Darren exclaimed. "He wants to fuck you? This is great -- it means he's in! We've got him, baby, we've got him!"

Shannon was taken aback by his response. "I'm not a hooker," she protested. "I don't want to spend the night with that sanctimonious shit."

Darren grabbed her by the shoulders so tightly that Shannon winced. "Grow up, Shannon," he yelled at her. "It's time you understood that in this game you use every trick you've got. Yesterday you were bragging about crossing your legs and showing him a little tit. You're already using sex to sell, now just use a little more to seal the deal."

"But what about you and me?" Shannon asked, almost in tears. "How are you going to feel about me if I fuck him?"

Darren put his arms around her and hugged her. Then he raised her chin so he could look her in the eye. "Oh, baby, I'll love you even more if you pull this off. This is like winning the World Series, it's huge. One night with a mark means nothing to me."

Shannon looked up at him, wanting to believe it was okay, but she still wasn't happy. She hadn't wanted to be part of the con in the first place, and now felt like she was being used by Darren. For that matter, the look that she'd seen in his eyes just now hadn't reassured her. Yet she wanted to make him proud of her, and, she had to admit, she wanted the rewards this job could bring to them. After a few minutes she reluctantly told Darren she would do what he wanted.

With that crisis averted, Darren wanted to return to Sesterman's other conditions, and he'd already come up with a plan. "Now that we know we've got him, I think that we can use the cash as a lever against him."

With Darren's coaching, Shannon called Sesterman to tell him that the deal was acceptable, and she agreed to meet him at the hotel two nights hence. Sesterman was obviously elated, but "Ms. Johnson" brought him back to earth quickly. "We have a condition of our own. If you want our campaign contribution in cash, you'll have to deliver payment for the computers in cash as well."

Sesterman began to rant, but Shannon cut him short. "Fair is fair, Sesterman. Just as you're ensuring that you won't be scammed by a phony cashier's check, we have to ensure we won't be scammed by a phony order. This way, everyone is on an equal footing, and there can be no misunderstandings."

Sesterman was outraged. "How in the hell do you expect me to get my hands on $2 million in cash? And even if I could, the biggest bill in circulation is $100. Do you have any idea how much that much cash would weigh?"

Shannon put her phone on mute and looked at Darren with a worried expression, but Darren told her, "Hold firm."

She took the cellphone off mute and said, "If you can't do the cash, then give us another option. Otherwise, the deal is off." 

Sesterman continued to fume, but after a few minutes he calmed down. "What about Eurobonds?" he asked suddenly. "They're just like cash. The Foundation has a substantial quantity of Eurobonds in its endowment. I could tap those for this purchase. Would that work?"

When Shannon looked over at Darren, he shrugged his shoulders uncertainly, then quickly scribbled on a piece of paper and held it up to her. "Let me consult with our financial people, Mr. Sesterman," Shannon said. "I should be able to call you back within the hour."

When Shannon had hung up, Darren quickly made a call to his Russian contact and began to explain what had happened. Then he listened for quite a while before hanging up.

"What did they say?" Shannon asked apprehensively. 

"The Russians told me that Eurobonds are issued by corporations and governments in Europe. They're just like bearer bonds: whoever possesses the certificates can redeem them for cash at any time. The Russians said they use them frequently as a way to launder money. As long as the bonds are legitimate, they'll take them."

"So what does that mean?" Shannon asked uncertainly.

Darren began to dance her around the room. "It means we've got him!" he crowed. "He wants this deal bad. I'll bet he's probably already started writing his campaign announcement!"

When they calmed down, Shannon called Sesterman back and confirmed that payment in Eurobonds would be acceptable. The deal was on.

After her initial elation wore off, Shannon's emotions began to fluctuate up and down. Darren kept praising her, telling her that the scam could not succeed without her, and she liked the feeling that she was so important to him. At other times, however, she felt like she was nothing more than a pawn being used in Darren's game, and she wondered how Darren really felt about her. Having sex with Sesterman didn't bother her that much; what she really resented was the idea that he could force her into prostitution. The fact that Darren was so willing to put her in that role rankled even more.

Despite all her misgivings, two days later Shannon found herself walking through the lobby of the Meadowlands Hilton. She was wearing a dark gray maxi dress that fluttered around the heels of her Ferragamo pumps. The knit fabric hugged the curves of her figure enticingly, but the most striking feature of the outfit was the cowl back that draped low enough to reveal her braless back. The outfit, which Darren had helped her "procure" the day before, was a perfect mix of sexy and sophisticated. 

She had purposely arrived early and positioned herself on the far side of the lobby. When she saw Sesterman walk in, she waited until she knew he had spotted her, then turned away from him to display the arch of her back that her dress revealed. He almost broke into a run in his haste to get to her side.

Over a dinner accompanied by several bottles of wine, Sesterman talked at great length about the work of the foundation. His boastful description made clear that all its achievements were directly attributable to his leadership. Shannon made a point of appearing fascinated, but her thoughts wandered.

As she listened to Sesterman, out of the corner of her eye she spotted a man who looked a lot like her father. The resemblance triggered memories of her father lecturing her: "You can't do that, Shannon. Good girls don't act that way. You don't want people to talk about you."

Shannon had been headstrong growing up, and with that memory all her teenage rebelliousness welled up in her again. "I'll do what I want," she thought, "and nobody can tell me otherwise." All her previous reluctance evaporated, and she actually began to relish the idea of playing a prostitute.

Impulsively she leaned across the table and interrupted Sesterman's monologue. "That's very interesting," she said in a purr, "but wouldn't you like to take a bottle of wine upstairs and continue the conversation in your room?" The fire in her eyes gave him all the incentive he needed, and he quickly settled the bill.

In the elevator, her new-found aggressiveness kicked in full force. She grabbed him by the tie and pulled him to her mouth for a passionate kiss that took Sesterman's breath away. "I knew you were hot," he moaned.

In the room she continued to take charge. Once the door was locked she grabbed the bottle of wine and took several large swigs directly from the bottle. Then she pushed Sesterman down into a chair and stood before him, slowly sliding the dress off her shoulders, allowing it to slip down her arms a little at a time. She held the top of the dress over her breasts coquettishly before suddenly letting it fall all the way to the floor, revealing her body clad in nothing but her pumps and a black thong. 

Once she'd stepped out of the dress, she pulled the panting man to her by the back of his head until his face was in her crotch. "Eat me," she commanded, and Sesterman hungrily began to lick and kiss her pussy through the fabric of her thong. She forced him to continue for several minutes before pulling him upright for another open-mouthed kiss. Then she pushed him back a step and ordered, "Now, strip." He hastened to comply.

When he was naked, Shannon saw with approval that he was fully aroused. It was obvious that he liked the way she had taken the dominant role. "Now, get on the bed on your back," she ordered him, and he quickly flung himself on the bed. She followed and straddled him, intending to rub his erect cock against her clitoris to heighten her lubrication. But she discovered that she was already dripping; the combination of rebellion and sexual dominance had aroused her to a fever pitch that couldn't be postponed. She pulled the crotch of her thong to one side and impaled herself on Sesterman with a groan.

As she began to flex up and down on him, the sensations she experienced were amazing. It felt as though his cock, even though it was only average in size, was precisely targeted on her g-spot. On every downstroke her clitoris seemed to rub perfectly against the base of his cock, adding to the stimulation. "Pinch my nipples!" she yelled, and Sesterman hastened to comply. The pleasure-pain drove her arousal even higher, and she rode him even harder, reaching toward her climax.

"Fuck them!" she exulted to herself. "Fuck them all -- Sesterman, Darren, Robert, Daddy -- all of them! I do what I want!" With that she arched her back and screamed as her orgasm overcame her. Sesterman's orgasmic pulses only prolonged the sensations within her. Finally it ended and she slumped down on his chest. After a minute she rolled over on her side and quickly fell asleep.

Several hours later she awoke in confusion, uncertain where she was. But the view of the lights of Manhattan through the window quickly brought back everything that had transpired that evening. As she came more fully awake, a feeling of elation came over her. She reveled in the idea that she had conned and seduced this mark who would soon turn over $2 million in cash to them. 




Playing with Bad Boys



While she lay there thinking about the money and what she and Darren would do with it, she idly reached down to stroke her pussy. A tingle of arousal surged through her, and on impulse she pulled the sheet off Sesterman's flaccid cock and took it into her mouth.

It took several minutes, but Sesterman soon awoke and responded to her sexual invitation. Soon he rolled her over and began pounding into her. She pulled her knees back to her shoulders to get him as deep in her as possible. "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me!" she wailed as she bucked up at him lustfully. Sesterman's hands grabbed her hips and savagely yanked her to him over and over again until both of them reached their climaxes. Then Shannon rolled away and fell asleep almost before her head hit the pillow.

When she awoke the next morning, the sun was streaming through the windows. Her head was throbbing with a hangover and her mouth tasted like food had decayed in it. When she opened her eyes and looked over the side of the bed, all she could make out were a pair of legs dressed in suit pants and lace-up shoes standing in front of her. As her eyes rose higher, she was startled to see an erect cock sticking out through the fly of the pants.

"Suck it," Sesterman demanded.

Before she could protest, he reached down, grabbed her hair and pulled her toward his crotch. Reluctantly she opened her mouth and his cock slid in until she was almost gagging. He began to face-fuck her, and she felt powerless to resist. As much as she hated being used like this, Shannon decided that the best thing she could do was to finish him as quickly as possible, so she began to employ every trick she knew with her lips and tongue to get him off. When he was almost there he abruptly pulled out of her mouth and ejaculated all over her face.

Hiding her disgust, she used the bedsheet to wipe his cum off her face while he zipped himself up. Then he sat down in a nearby chair and said brusquely, "Now let's talk business." It was clear to Shannon that the passivity she had witnessed in him last night had disappeared with the morning.

"Here's the way it's going to go down," he said in a curt voice. "You are going to meet me at my office at 5:00 p.m. this afternoon. You bring the $80,000 with you in a briefcase. Come alone -- no one else or the deal's off. I'll have the Eurobonds waiting. I'll count the cash and you count the bonds to be sure everything's kosher."

"Then, once we're both satisfied, you and I will drive to a storage locker I've rented, You bring a heavy-duty padlock and I'll have one as well. We'll both lock the money up so neither one can pull any tricks. We'll leave the money in the locker while we go inspect the merchandise at the container terminal. Once I've had a chance to verify that you really have the iPads, you and I will drive back to the storage locker and each of us will collect our money."

He paused. "Got it?" he asked. When she nodded, he stared at her a moment longer. "Remember: no tricks," he said.

Shannon held his gaze, hoping that the distaste she felt for him wasn't visible. "No tricks, Sesterman. All that's going to happen is that everyone is going to walk away getting exactly what they want."

Sesterman gave her a thin smile and headed for the door. Then he paused and looked back at her. "Oh, and I was right: you are a great piece of ass," he said with a smirk. Shannon simply stared at him, and he turned and left.

When she got back to the motel, Darren was waiting impatiently for her and wouldn't leave her alone until she had described the encounter. He seemed particularly interested in hearing about the sex, and Shannon couldn't understand why he wanted her to go into detail. 

When she described the scenario Sesterman had outlined for the afternoon's transaction, Darren got a thoughtful look on his face. "I'll have to scramble," he said, "but I think we can make this work. Let me go talk to the Russians and make some plans." With that he left Shannon to pack their meager possessions in anticipation of a quick getaway once they pulled off the scam.

As she stuffed their bags, she found herself feeling depressed again. The rebelliousness of the night before was gone, to be replaced by self-doubt. Sesterman's treatment of her that morning had made clear the true nature of what she'd become, and she felt ashamed of herself. She tried telling herself that she didn't care what others thought, but somehow she wasn't convinced. 

To lift her spirits, she returned to thinking about what she and Darren might do with the money. "I'd really like to see Paris," she thought. "I've always heard it's really nice." She pictured herself walking by the Eiffel Tower, shopping at exclusive French salons and dining in fine restaurants. The thoughts lifted her mood, and she was almost back to normal when Darren returned.

He walked into the motel room carrying a large briefcase. "Okay," he said, "I think we've got it all worked out." He patted the briefcase. "Inside this case are 80 Gs. You need to guard it with your life until it's locked up in that storage unit, because if anything happens to it the Russians will be on us like a shark on a seal."

Shannon shuddered at that image and then asked "So how's it all going to work?"

"It's probably better if you don't know," Darren replied. "That way you can't inadvertently give anything away."

Shannon didn't appreciate his lack of confidence in her, but before she could say anything he hurried on. "There's one more bit of acting you'll need to do to seal the deal. Then we're home free." 

She listened to his instructions and gave a small smile. "I can do that," she said confidently.

Just before 5:00 p.m. Darren dropped Shannon off outside the foundation offices. "Just remember, baby, in an hour of so we'll be rich," he said encouragingly. Shannon began walking toward the building, lugging the briefcase. Darren had handled it up to now, and she was surprised to discover just how much all those stacks of $100 bills weighed.

Sesterman was waiting for her anxiously. When he tried to take the briefcase from her, she snatched it back. "Easy, easy," he soothed, "I'm just going to count it." He pointed to a metal-clad carrying case on the table nearby. "The Eurobonds are in there. You can check them out if you want."

Shannon went over to Sesterman's briefcase and quickly totaled the face value of the bonds. Next she pulled one of the bonds from the middle of the stack and took a picture of it with her cellphone. Then she emailed the photo to the account she'd been given. In a few minutes, her phone rang and a voice with a Slavic accent said, "They're real. You can proceed."

She silently heaved a sigh of relief and nodded at Sesterman. "Alright," he said, "let's get going."

They each picked up their briefcases and went out to Sesterman's Mercedes. He drove for a couple of miles in silence until they came to a somewhat run-down self-storage facility. Shannon's doubts must have showed on her face because Sesterman volunteered, "I chose this place because nobody ever comes here. We won't be disturbed."

Sesterman pulled up in front of one of the roll-up doors and they both got out. When he'd unlocked the padlock and pulled up the door, Shannon saw that here was nothing inside except a shelf unit along one wall. Sesterman slid his briefcase onto a shelf and beckoned her to do the same with hers. "The money will be safe here until we get back from the container terminal," he told her.

They exited the storage unit and Sesterman snapped his padlock shut. Then Shannon attached the padlock that she'd brought along in her purse. "Now neither one of us can get in without the other," she told him. He nodded with grudging appreciation.

"Alright," she said when they were back in the car, "let's go have a look at a lot of iPads."

Sesterman headed east and pulled onto the on-ramp to Lincoln Highway, heading south. When he reached Port Street he looped around heading east, and then turned south on Corbin Street and into the Port Newark Container Terminal. The place was enormous, and Shannon had to pull out the directions that Darren had given her to tell Sesterman where to find what they were looking for. They slowly drove past row after row of brightly colored shipping containers; in the background, loading cranes loomed like giant orange birds against the skyline.

Eventually they turned into a narrow "street" formed by the multicolored containers, and Shannon directed Sesterman to stop next to one painted a bright blue. She checked the numbers on the end of the container against the sheet from her purse, then looked up at Sesterman. "This is it," she told him. She handed him a key and he quickly unlocked the padlock and opened one of the two doors.

The 40-foot-long container was filled with large boxes bearing the familiar Apple logo. Sesterman pulled a folding knife out of his pocket and quickly opened one of the boxes, revealing a stack of smaller boxes inside. He slit one open and pulled out an iPad, giving an exultant cry as he did so.

"I told you," Shannon said. Then, just as Darren had told her, she added, "But you'll want to check the boxes in the back, just to make sure they're all the same."

"You're right," Sesterman agreed eagerly, and began clambering over the top of the large boxes to get to the far end of the container. 

When he had almost reached the back, Shannon could wait no longer and began trying to close the container door. When he heard the hinges creaking, Sesterman turned and yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?" Frantically, he began scrambling back toward the front as Shannon desperately tried to close the door. But the locking pole stuck and she wasn't strong enough to move it. As Sesterman got nearer, she turned in fear and ran back up the alley of cargo containers until she came to the street.

Yelling in rage, Sesterman clambered out of the container and took off after her, only to see her hop into Darren's waiting car. Quickly he turned and ran back to his Mercedes to chase after them. But before he could get out of the cul de sac, an 18-wheeler pulled across the entrance to the alley, blocking the way. Sesterman angrily jumped out of his car and demanded that the driver move, but the man responded in a language that Sesterman didn't understand. Then, the driver and his helper began unloading their truck while Sesterman stood there cursing in frustration.

Shannon was still shaking as she and Darren drove out of the container terminal and headed for the self-storage unit. "I felt like I was running in tar," she gasped. "I was sure he was going to catch me."

Darren just grinned. "You don't need to worry about Sesterman," he chuckled. "Those truckers have orders to keep him there an hour before they move their rig. We'll be long gone by then."

"Won't he call the police?" she asked anxiously.

"And send them to the storage unit to find all that cash and those Eurobonds? Not likely: that would be the end of his political dreams for sure!" Darren laughed.

When they pulled into the self-storage unit, the place was deserted. Shannon quickly ran to the door of Sesterman's unit and used the key to unlock her padlock. While she was doing that, Darren opened the trunk of his car and pulled out a pair of bolt cutters. It took a little doing, but the shackle was no match for the heavy-duty cutters. Quickly Darren grabbed the handle and raised the door. "Here we go!" he said with glee and ducked inside.

Shannon followed, only to see Darren frantically scouring the insides of the small container. Then he whirled around, grabbed Shannon's shoulders and began to shake her. "Where are the briefcases?" he yelled. "Where's the money?"

Shannon twisted free of his grip and went over to the bare shelving unit to look for herself. "We left them right here!" she said in confusion. "I know they were here!"

"Sesterman must have taken them!" Darren cried, grasping for some explanation.

"No, he didn't," Shannon shrilled. "I saw them with my own two eyes -- they were on the shelf when we locked the door."

Darren grabbed his head and began to moan. When he looked up at her, she saw that his face had gone pale. "Oh God, oh God," he cried, "this is bad. This is very bad. The Russians will kill us if we don't get them their money!"

His fear caused Shannon to panic. "It's not our fault, Darren," she cried desperately. "Somebody must have stolen it. The Russians will understand -- they have to!"

"You don't get it. These are really bad people. I know what they've done to others who owed them money, and we owe them a shit pile of it! We're as good as dead!"

"No," Shannon yelled, grabbing at Darren's arm, "we can talk to them. We can pull another con and then pay them back."

"Let me go, you stupid bitch!" Darren screamed at her, shoving her so hard that she fell to the concrete floor, bruising her hip. "I've got to get out of here."

As she looked up in shock, he dashed out of the storage unit and headed straight for the car. "Wait for me," she yelled, struggling to get to her feet, but Darren ignored her and started the engine. But before he could even get the car in motion, two large black SUVs pulled into the driveway, blocking him in completely. Several large men ran to the car door and yanked Darren out of the driver's seat. In seconds they had bound his hands behind him and thrust him into the back seat of one of the SUVs.

As she stood there paralyzed at the sight, Shannon felt rough hands grab her arms and twist them behind her back. Heavy plastic bands tightened around her wrists, and then she was propelled toward the opposite door of the same SUV that held Darren. Once she was inside, another plastic band was wrapped around her ankles and she was totally helpless. 

In terror she glanced over at Darren, only to watch in horror as one of the men pulled a burlap sack over his head. Then her own vision went dark as she felt the rough cloth envelope her face. She began to plead with her captors, but a rough voice ordered her to keep quiet, and she obeyed out of fear.

As the car sped up, Shannon suddenly remembered Robert's account of the mob execution he had investigated the night she'd met Darren. Now his description of the double murders came back to her in lurid detail, and she began to sob in terror at the thought of her face being blown off inside the burlap bag. Hot, burning tears flooded down her cheeks, and mucous ran over her upper lip and into her mouth. She had to gasp to breathe, which only made her cry harder.

Her panic-stricken mind desperately groped for some miracle that might provide salvation. "Maybe someone will see us like this and report it to the police," she thought, but then she remembered the tinted windows and lapsed into self-pity. "It's not fair," she thought, "I'm not a bad person, I don't deserve to die." But when she thought about the way she'd treated Robert and her family, she was forced to admit that she wasn't a very good person after all. In her feverish state, even the figure of the old man they'd bilked in Wilmington came back to accuse her.

As her thoughts went to her family, she tried to recall the religion her father had worked in vain to instill in her. She mentally began to bargain with God, promising to change her life, to be a better person if only He would spare her. But try as she might she could not recall any prayers, and finally she slumped down in her seat in abject despair. 

From her side she heard a sound, and she realized that Darren was whimpering. "And to think I thought he was a bad boy!" she raged to herself. The car went around a curve just then, causing her to shift on the seat, and the pain from her bruised hip reminded her of Darren's cowardly attempt to flee without her. She silently began to curse him and herself for her fascination with him.

Abruptly the car made a sharp turn, and the vibrations from the tires made it clear that they had turned onto an unpaved road. A new jolt of terror shot through Shannon. "We're at the landfill," she thought, and began to sob again.

The SUV abruptly braked to a stop, almost throwing Shannon into the seat in front of her. The door beside her was thrown open, and she shrieked as she felt hands groping her legs. "Hold still," a voice gruffly ordered, and then the plastic band around her ankles fell off.

Now a hand grabbed her and pulled her from the car. The unknown abductor led her forward, and she could hear Darren shuffling alongside her. They stumbled their way over the rough ground for some 20 yards and then stopped. Strong hands gripped her shoulders and forced her down on her knees. The ground was rocky, but in her fear Shannon hardly noticed.

A voice to one side of them asked, "How much longer?"

"Five minutes max," another voice replied.

At first Shannon was perplexed, but the awful truth came to her quickly: she had less than five minutes to live. She started to slump to the ground, but a hand roughly pulled her back up.

Then, as she knelt there shivering in terror, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind, and suddenly light flooded through the loose weave of the burlap. "It must be the car headlights," she thought, and then she shrieked as she felt a hand at the back of her head.

At that instant the bag was yanked off her head, and in the blinding light all she could see was a pair of legs standing in front of her.

"Was this what you wanted?" a bitter voice rang out, and Shannon gasped. "That sounds like Robert's voice," she thought in disbelief.

"Is this really the life you wanted, living like a common criminal, always on the run -- with someone like him?" the voice asked again. Now Shannon knew she was right.

Now Robert's voice dropped in level but was raw with emotion. "I would have given you anything, Shannon, done anything to make you happy. I would have taken a bullet for you."

She could do nothing but hang in her head in shame and misery.

"Here," he said sharply, and when she looked up she saw him reach into the inside pocket of his jacket. Involuntarily she flinched, but instead of the pistol she feared he pulled out an envelope and threw it on the ground in front of her. "Since you wanted it so badly, here are your divorce papers," he said bitterly.

Then he stared at her for a minute, then raised his head and looked around at the others. "I'm done here. You can have the two of them now," he said and walked away from the kneeling pair.

One of the other figures standing outside the circle of light spoke up, "Alright, people, the show's over. Let's get back to work."

Shannon and Darren were pulled to their feet. With their hands still bound behind them they were led to the SUV and maneuvered into the back seat. Someone dumped the envelope in Shannon's lap. In minutes they were on the highway heading southeast.

Darren was the first to recover from the ordeal, and in an angry voice he demanded, "What the fuck was that all about?"

The figure in the passenger side of the front seat turned around, and Shannon was surprised to see that it was an attractive African-American woman. "That was a little professional courtesy we provided to a fellow FBI agent who wanted a chance to confront his ex-wife," she said. "We decided to add the theatrics."

"The FBI," Darren sneered, "I should have known. How long have you been after us?"

The agent laughed. "Hell, you two are just little fish in a big pond. We weren't even after you two, we were just using you as bait to get the real bad guys, the Russian mafia. We rounded up the whole lot of them this afternoon."

Comprehension dawned in his eyes, and Darren angrily snapped at her, "You were the ones who took the money from the storage locker!"

The woman just grinned at him. "Of course, we took it -- evidence, you know?"




Playing With Balls



Although the soccer team finish near the bottom of the league, there is champagne passed around on the pitch at the final whistle. Two bottles are finished while we pull down the nets and collect the corner flags. There is apparently a problem with the showers -because Lisa has turned the water off- so the drinking continues while someone investigates the situation. Soon everyone is half-pissed, and within minutes there is a gush of water from the shower cubicles and steam begins to creep through the doorway. Casually, men begin to undress; some are middle aged, though reasonably lean, others in their late teens. 

A couple of well-toned a graders who have come down by request to fill the numbers make the rest of us look slightly shabby. One is the first to hitch his towel over his shoulder and swagger into the hot mist. He is barely through the doorway before there is an exclamation of disbelief. Within seconds naked men are peering into the fog, accustoming heir eyes to the sight of Lisa under the shower stroking her hair back under the cascade, her tits perfectly round and erect as her hands caress the back of her neck. There is silence, for what seems like minutes. Lisa slides a hand down across her taut nipple and snakes it down her stomach, through her v of thick glistening hair, and opening her legs continues her exploration between her thighs, smiling as two fingers stroke her engorged, oily clit. 

I'm hard already, and intoxicated both by the champagne, and Lisa's exhibitionism. Some of the men back away, unable to find context for what they've seen. One grabs his clothes and rushes to his car, but half a dozen stay, transfixed. I scull a huge amount of the bubbly, and shake up the rest in the bottle. I walk over to Lisa, hold the bottle under her cunt lips and release my finger from the mouth of the glass. Foaming liquid explodes into Lisa's' clitoris and she squeals with delight. The remaining players seem unfazed by my stiff dick, and are beginning to see the possibilities of the situation. 

Drunk on lust they soon begin to masturbate. I stand behind Lisa and crouch to force my cock up into her boiling hole. I lean back against the cool tiles with her impaled on my member as the hapless men harden in front of us. "These are the rules" shouts Lisa above the hiss of the water. "One of you will be allowed to fuck me. If I want you to you will fuck my ass, while my second choice fucks my pussy. While this is occurring I will masturbate two more of you. The one who comes first will have his cock bitten by me so the marks will be visible for your partner." 

I leave Lisa and sit on the floor to take in the show. "You " she says, pointing to Matt, her first choice. "Behind me." The young man, previously so arrogant in male company is the picture of obedience. He slides his dick into Lisa and takes a sharp breath. Her right leg is lifted, so her knee touches her breast, and I clearly see the penis disappearing and re-emerging, soaked in hot water and cunt juice. Lisa grips the taps for purchase as the pace increases. Almost breathlessly, she beckons our oldest player, Alan, who is fifty two but as hard as a sixteen year old, to join her. Alan places a trembling hand on a waterfall of flesh with a pert red nipple in the centre.

"I want you both." says Lisa and guides Alan's cock towards her swollen lips, "but you'll have to share." Before the men know it their shafts are rubbing together inside Lisa. They are both taken aback but unable to pull away. Lisa is lifted off the ground and bounces wildly, sandwiched between the two men. Suddenly Alan cries and steps back, squirting come over Lisa's' belly. She rubs the semen around her navel until the water washes it away. Matt is told to lie on his back. Water splashes in his eyes and mouth and he coughs as the streams invade his lungs. Lisa couldn't care less. She rides Matt like he was a rodeo bull.

Matt begins to show signs of an impending climax. "Oh…god…oh squeeze me you dirty bitch." Lisa slaps him hard across the face. "I'm in charge here fucker." She says calmly. "Get on your knees you cocky bastard." She orders and Matt obeys immediately. Lisa lubricates her fingers with her juices and slams two up Matt's rectum. 

"Jesus!!" he wails, but Lisa doesn't flinch and she feels Matts rectal walls relax and welcome the invasion. He comes, on all fours, like a dog on a leash. And lies panting under the rush of water. As Lisa turns around she is as surprised as me to see that two men are fucking. I didn't know we had a gay element in our team. Interesting. One is bent with his hands locked on his legs just above his ankles, and the other is furiously ramming him from behind. Lisa walk over and crouches to watch the cock force it's way deep inside over and over. The ass being slammed is stretched wider than Lisa has ever seen. She moves and sits in font of Robbie, the eighteen year old boy being fucked. 

"You're very young to be letting a man shove his red hot stiff erection up your tight asshole aren't you?" she says with a wink. The boy can only smile and pant and give a half nod. "All the way up inside you. You bad little boy. I think we'll have to make sure you appreciate the other things in life won't we." Lisa ducks under Robbie and takes his cock in her mouth. Each thrust from behind forces it deep down her throat. She can feel Robbie's aching balls against her chin. With a click of her finger's Lisa brings the remaining two players into the fray. In each hand she masturbates their palpitating dicks. It's a beautiful sight. Lisa in control of four men after already exhausting one and frightening off several others. I'm not sure whether to join in or not. I'd rather take photos or paint the scene. The two masturbatees tensely pushing towards Lisa's fingers. The man-fucker now an animal thrusting at his quarry. Robbie, not so innocent taking it up the ass and getting blown. It's perfectly symmetrical. 

When the thrusting of the orgy participants begins to reach a frenzy, Lisa again stops the action and orders each man to stand under a shower. Lisa sits in a washbasin lewdly fingering herself and says. "Jerk yourselves as hard as you can and perhaps I won't leave teeth marks! Come on wank those cocks. Fuck your fists and show me how good I've made you feel. One at a time like fireworks exploding, the men ejaculate. Lisa rubs her clit dementedly, and it's that sight I prefer to focus on. She comes several times. I leave her to say her good byes and walk next door to get dressed. I like the ache in my balls. I'll let it mature for a while. 

When I get back to my place with Lisa I'm in a frenzy of lust. "Strip and lie on the bed" I order her. She does so. 

"Put your hands against the railings." I say. Lisa rests her hands against the metal at the back of the bed. I grab a tie and quickly secure her wrists to the iron. I then spread her legs wide and tie her ankles to the framework under the mattress half way down the bed. She's not uncomfortable, but she can barely move. Next I blindfold Lisa with her black stocking. If you don't stay perfectly still, I'll have to punish you" I say. 

With that I plunge my mouth down onto Lisa's cunt aiming straight for her clit. With rough long stokes of my tongue I feel the button of flesh expanding and throbbing. Lisa is aching to push against my jaw, to use her pelvis against my lips, to arch her back and squirm, but she does everything in her power to stay motionless. That's good I say. I rush to the fridge. Lisa has no idea what's going on. Until an ice block touches her clitoris taking her breath away. The ice is in my mouth and I roll it around Lisa's cunt lips, so my hot breath and the freezing water alternate.

Lisa bites her lip but manages to stay still. I slip a finger then two and three into Lisa's soaking pussy and begin to rhythmically fuck her. I can just force my other two fingers under her hips and press them into her wonderful tight asshole. Then I begin to fuck her hard with my hand, slowly then gradually faster. Lisa is gritting her teeth, growling. She wants to break free and buck her hips. Not yet

I straddle Lisa and let my pulsing cock rest an inch from her mouth. She can't see it. "Open your mouth wide " I order her. My cock sinks down towards Lisa's throat. "don't close your mouth." I say. When my balls are resting on Lisa's chin, and it seems she is about to choke, I relent "Ok baby, suck it in." Lisa sucks my dick like a kid with an icy pole, her cheeks drawn in forcing more and more stiffening blood into my cock. I'm aching. I don't think my dick can get any harder before snapping off. I have to get this over with. I untie her, flip her over, and ask her what she wants "I want you to fuck me."

"Talk to me " I say, as my dick slides into Lisa and she grips hard with her internal walls. "I love fucking," gasps Lisa. "I love it…I love it. I want dick. Push it in all the way, Ram it up me!" I'm going to cum. I only have twenty seconds or so to furiously pump, when I begin to tighten up. I claw at Lisa's cheeks, and at the last second whip my cock out to watch the cum explode. The first spasms fly up Lisa's arched back splashing into her hair, then more contractions spray the creamy jism over her ass cheeks. We collapse, silent and turn the TV on, crawling under the coverlet for the evening.



Playing With Bert



I lay on my bed in my pyjamas. My legs were spread wide as I slid my hand absentmindedly over my pussy. The image on the television screen was turning me on. I watched as the couple kissed, her hand squeezing his cock on the outside of his jeans. His hand cupped her breast and his thumb moved back and forth over her hard nipple. Slowly they undressed each other and the crotch of my pj's moistened.

Finally they were both naked, and laying on the bed. The man moved up between her legs and placed a hand on each thigh and spread her wide. His hands moved down to cup her ass cheeks and as he lowered his head between her legs, he pulled her pussy up to his waiting mouth. I could hear her moan when his tongue made contact with the soft wet folds of her pussy.

I unbuttoned my pyjama top and slid it over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I slid the bottoms down over my ass and let them fall around my ankles, and stepped out of them. I looked down at my breasts and could see my nipples protruding. I stood there and rubbed them with the palms of my hands, making them harder. In my mind I was imagining the man standing behind me, pressed against my back, his hands reaching around to cup my tits. 

I lay down on my bed, reached under my pillow for Bert. Bert is my dildo, my playtoy. He looks exactly like a man's cock, about 7 inches long from the tip to the balls. There are veins running along the shaft and I can feel them as they rub against my pussy walls.

I continued to play with my tits for a bit, prolonging the feelings I was having. Then, spreading my legs wide, I took Bert and slid the head up and down my slit. Ohhhh that felt so good. I could see my juices on Bert. Then I pushed him just inside the lips of my pussy. Moving him up over my clit and then down to the entrance of my cunt. It was all I could do to keep from shoving him all the way in. My other hand was pinching each nipple in turn. They were so hard.

Finally I shoved Bert into my pussy, all the way in. I started pumping him in and out. When I do this, I pull up on him a bit, so with each thrust he rubs against my clit at the same time. Now that feels wonderful! As I pump him harder, I can feel the head popping out each time. That drives me crazy. I stopped for a minute and placed a pillow under my hips. Doing this tilts my pelvis back and I can get a better look at him fucking me, and it feels sooooo good, and I can spread my legs wider. 

Then I was fucking like crazy. For a bit I was using both hands to fuck myself. Pulling and pushing Bert in and out of my hot wet cunt! Ramming it deeper and deeper. The balls on Bert are hitting against my clit because I have twisted him around backwards. I do this when I am ready to cum. All the time I am talking dirty. 

"OOOOH FUCK ME! FUCK MY CUNT! OOOH YESSS! DONT STOP!! RAM MY PUSSY!! SUCK ME! FUCK ME! RAM IT HARD! Sometimes I get so carried away.

Then I was cummmmiiinnnggggg!! I kept fucking with Bert, rubbing him against my clit so hard and fast. My heart was racing as my hips jerked off the pillow, thrusting my pussy into the air. 

Gradually I came back to earth. My pussy lips were so wet and swollen. I continue sliding Bert in and out, nice and slow this time. With my other hand, I start massaging my clit. It is still hard and swollen, and it doesn't take long for me to cum again. Then I cum again. and again. I call these cums, "aftershocks". Like an earthquake for the body. I can't help myself. One cum means another cum, and then another cum. Call me greedy. 

When I stopped cumming, I was spent. I lay there for about 20 minutes, catching my breath. On shaky legs, I walked to the bathroom. Whenever I cum so many times, I have to pee. And pee bad. Always happens. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. 



Playing With Brittany Ch. 01



All characters depicted performing sexual acts are above the age of 18.

*****

History was as boring as ever. My teacher, Mr. Arthur, was taking as long as he could to explain how the First World War started. I understand it was a huge event, but we didn't need an hour and a half hearing about the life of some guy named Franz Ferdinand. Cool name, though.

Anyway, my name is Nathan Brooks. I recently turned 18, and can tell you first hand that it's not the big celebration it's cracked up to be. I can't drink, or smoke. The only new things I can do are vote and have sex. Somehow, I feel like I got shafted in that draw.

Seated beside me was a guy I'd known since the sixth grade, since we lived near each other, but had only talked to a few times. His name was Johnathan, if I recall correctly. He was a regular looking guy; black hair and a black baseball hat on backwards. Mr. Arthur, or Arthur, as he told us to call him, had no problem letting hats be worn in his class. It was because of this that so many of his students liked him.

We were at the back right of the class, where the walls connect. In front of the two of us were two girls named Brittany and Maya. They were both really cool girls, and I even had a bit of a crush on Brittany. She had this cute little face that would just absolutely beam when she smiled. I had never paid much attention to her body, since I usually saw her from behind, but I noticed today she had an especially low tank top on.

I shook that off and turned to Maya, noticing she too had a fairly exposed neckline. It was like the two of them were competing! 

Maya had a darker skin tone than Brittany, so her tan lines shone through much more clearly. She had a great color on her chest, but I would have to pick Brittany for the best 'assets'. Oh my God, they were like two cannons, milky white and colored the perfect shade of peach across her whole neckline. 

My crush on Brittany had started a month ago when she and Maya were moved in front of me, and I started getting to know them better. They started by asking a for a pencil or something, then they would start turning around whenever Arthur did something stupid so we could laugh about it.

Over the month that they were seated near me, Brittany and I became really close. We didn't talk about anything deep, or emotional, but we would text from time to time and always got along famously. She was the type of person I wanted to spend more time around, but I didn't want to seem too friendly that I would scare her off.

Johnathan never said much, so the girls were usually just talking to me. Brittany was a really fun, rebellious girl. She had dull blue hair that seemed almost black in the right light, but like blueberries in the best light, with a streak of red right next to her bangs, stopping just before her forehead.

I don't know what it was about her, but she seemed exactly like my kind of girl. Most of the girls I go for aren't as well known for their sexual exploits. She was nothing close to a virgin, but neither was I. I had heard some secret stories about her activities, but never judged her, knowing my stories could be just as scandalous.

Unfortunately for me, I was born with what I eventually came to know as a 'big cock'. Last time I had tried to measure I was just over 9 inches. I know it's no monster behemoth, but it was big enough to get a few gasps from various girls. The reason this was unfortunate, however, was because of how often my cock had to be drained. 

There was serious discomfort if I didn't have at least two releases a day, something I was starting to have trouble maintaining due to the increase in school work. 

I must've looked like a creep staring at them, so I quickly changed my attention to Johnny and started a conversation. "What are you doing this weekend, John?" I lay my head on my folded arms on the table and closed my eyes, blocking out the lecture that Arthur was trying to hammer home.

"I think my buddy and I are gonna go up north to the cottage for a few days." He responded with a barely hushed tone.

"Where's your cottage at?" I asked.

"Muskoka, just on Moon River. You heard of it?"

I shook my head, disappointed that I missed out on a chance to bond with him. "I hate cottages, nature's not my thing."

"Some amazing stuff can happen at a cottage man, trust me." He had a gleam in his eye I hadn't seen yet, like he was hiding some secret he was proud of holding.

"I doubt it, I don't do well in the outdoors." I turned my gaze to the front and watched Arthur finish his rant, clocking in at an almost record holding 83 minutes. Some sarcastic applause broke out but he was quick to shush it down.

"Study this weekend for your quiz on Monday, if any of you want to even consider doing well." We still had one class left before we got to go home, and suffering through a class with Brittany, then one without her, seemed unfair. In my next class, English, she sat two rows in front of me, and a desk to the right. We were both on the aisle, just on separate sides of the aisle.

I watched her laugh and playfully fight with her friends, admiring how her hair made her stand out like a brilliant flower with sparkling petals. She had an attitude she was famous for, and crossing her would put you in her bad books pretty easily.

There was a small guy named Marcus sitting beside me in English, his desk flooded with books and notepads. He got some flak from the tougher guys in school, but I was always nice to him because he really was a sweet guy.

"What's new, Marcus?" I chimed to him, preparing to sit, bored, through another lecture. 

"Nothing much, just preparing to do a dungeon run with my guild this weekend."

"Oh that sounds hard, right?"

"It's pretty difficult, I guess."

"Well done, then." 

He didn't say anything else, but he smiled to himself. We weren't close friends, but he always seemed happy to have another person to talk to, even for just a minute. 

Our teacher had entered and was wasting no time in covering the basics of the lesson. We were supposed to take a piece of paper from one of two bins at the front, and then find somebody who would match with us. 

Everyone was trying their hardest to be the first to pick one, but I didn't see how being first to pick would make a difference when it was a blind draw. I reached through the fray and took hold of a slip of paper. It read "Metaphor." 

"What the hell?" I didn't know what I was supposed to be searching for. I heard some people yelling out longer sentences, and realized they were definitions. So I needed..."A comparison of two things without using 'like' of 'as'." 

"Yes?" I spun around to find Brittany standing and waving her slip of paper. "I think you were calling for me." She handed me her paper and I read it. It matched my word, so I turned it in to the teacher, Mrs. Silver. 

"Have a seat with your partner." She didn't look up from her clipboard. 

I sat down beside Brittany and she high fived me. "If this is a contest, our team is gonna wreck it." She whispered, swiping a piece of dark blue hair over her ear. 

We sat in silence for a while, waiting for other people to take their seats, until everyone had found their partner. 

"Hey," Brittany whispered at me, poking my arm with a pen. "I hear you're good at editing stuff." 

"You might have heard right. Why?" I had given up on trying to understand the group activity that Mrs. Silver had constructed. Something about writing out as many adjectives as our partner could with verbs.

There wasn't a dribble of interest between the two of us, making conversation an easy next step. "I need my short story for this class edited, the one that's due next week."

"Kind of short notice, what's in it for me?" I asked in a joking manner. 

"I'll let you fuck me, duh." She shot back. I wasn't sure how to respond to that comment so I just sat motionless until she ended the silence. "I'm kidding..." She seemed concerned that she even had to mention it.

"I knew that." I grumbled. For a second I had thought maybe this was a ticket in. I'd edit a thousand stories if it gave me a chance to slip between those slightly chubby, creamy thighs. 

Brittany wasn't some impossibly perfect movie star, she was exactly the opposite, which suits my tastes much better anyway. She had her chest for starters; two of the most breathtaking breasts I'd ever seen, and that's including porn. Hand in hand with that, were the undeniably curves of her body. She wasn't skinny by any means, but you'd be hard pressed to call her fat, or even chunky. 

She had a fantastic rack, which was where my attention always landed. As she stood up to cross the classroom and ask her friend for a piece of gum, I couldn't help but notice the remarkable way her ass would sway under her skinny jeans with every step. 

From across the room, I still had my eyes unknowingly trained on her as I day dreamed about all the things I would do to her butt, if given the chance. 

She spun around and shot me a glance, smiling shyly as she noticed my sudden interest with her ass. I didn't know if I was supposed to feel like a creep, but I didn't. Somehow, I got the vibe from Brittany that she didn't mind my fascination. 

"You know," She took a seat back in front of me and turned to talk to me. "I'm home all night, so you could come over and help me edit? And you get to meet my siblings, too. If you want to come, that is."

"Yeah, that sounds fun."

"Cool, I live down the street so we can walk there when we're done." 

Was this a date? Until I had evidence otherwise, I was telling myself this was a date. The rest of the class crawled to a finish, exactly how I expected it would when I was in anticipation. 

BRIIIIIING!

"You ready?" Brittany stood up and smiled cheerfully at me, taking small steps towards the classroom door until I realized she wanted me to follow her. 

It felt like everyone had their eyes trained on us, but I was probably imagining it. Maybe it was her hair that made me feel like we were being watched. I didn't know how she managed always having the attention on her, looking like a walking firework.

Her hair was sexy, to me. And I had no problem admitting that. I know the word around school was that she was kind of a weird girl, but she had never been anything but sweet to me. I figured there was a chance that I'd have fun with her, so I took the risk. 

"So, where around here do to live?" I had seen the area before. It was a series of small houses, most of which didn't have more than one floor to them. It wasn't necessarily the bad part of town, since all the people were nice enough that there wasn't a whole lot of crime. 

Brittany, as she explained it, was the oldest of three children. Her parents were divorced, with her Dad living downtown, a good hour from where her Mom lived. Her younger brother and sister, named Charlie and Annabelle, weren't at home yet. Their school didn't get out for another half hour, and was only a short walk from Brittany's house.

After that, she explained, they were at daycare for at least an hour. I had a sudden surge of happiness, somehow convincing myself that I would get her into bed before her brother and sister came home. 

"Well, let's get started." She rifled through the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. "My story is on the counter there, if you wanna grab it."

I took the collection of papers off the counter and leafed through them, skimming the paragraphs and looking for any immediate spelling mistakes. "It looks good, you want me to just read through it here?"

"Sure." She nodded and handed me a bottle water. "I'm just gonna call my mom really quick." 

'A Night Less Travelled' was the title of her story, and it was about a young girl trying to find love in a big city, only to fall victim to the thralls of prostitution. It was only a few pages long, as long as we were allowed to make them for the assignment. The protagonist eventually finds her love, but by then she's too overcome by depression that she lets him slip away, unable to find the strength to chase after him.

"It's pretty sad, don't you think?" I yelled to her, getting no response. She had been gone for a few minutes, and I had heard nothing since she left the kitchen with her phone.

Tracking her down through the small house wasn't difficult, but the walls were thick enough that I heard almost nothing through the barriers. It wasn't until I heard her through a door that I realized she had left because she didn't want to have this conversation in front of a guest.

"I get it, Mom...No, they'll be fine...Yes, I can feed them...Whatever, just come home tomorrow, at the latest." She was trying to keep her voice down as she cursed into the phone. Clearly, her mother wasn't going to make it home this evening. 

Yes, we were close enough that I could probably ask her what was wrong. But letting her know I was spying on her was the last thing I wanted to do. This was a rare inside glimpse into Brittany's life, showing me that maybe this was why she was so sarcastic, and stood out in a crowd, and never took shit from anybody. 

She was compensating for the loneliness she felt at home. 

I felt bad for her, but under that empathy was something rawer than friendship. I had strong feelings for Brittany, and tonight was the night I was acting on them. She was famous for her scorn of relationships, and every guy knew that they would have to be insane to try and put reigns on her.

For the first time, I was seeing Brittany as a real person that I could see myself getting close with. She fit my personality, she was beautiful, and I could laugh easily with her.

Those three things were pretty much the top three things I look for in a girl.

So, naturally, I would find all these traits in somebody who has no interest in me that way. 

Through these spinning thoughts, I realized I had only edited one page of the short story. I rushed to finish it so when Brittany turned the corner, it didn't look like I had been slacking. "Find anything?"

"Underneath a couple grammar mistakes, and a few typos, I found a really disturbingly sad story. Beautiful, but sad. You're sure you want to submit this?" I handed her back the short story and she took it with a bulging smile on her face. "You're happy about that critique?"

"I wanted to see if I could write the darkest story I could think of, but still make it worth reading."

"Well it was definitely worth reading, it's really good." I wasn't lying; she had written a really captivating story. 

She thanked me and offered to make tea. 

"No, thanks." I sadly declined. "I know you've got some rough drafts to update, so I'll get going." The truth is, I didn't want to over stay my welcome. I had always had a paranoia when I was younger that I would annoy people simply by staying at their house. That fear carried into my adolescence, and I still have a hard time convincing myself that I'm not being a bother.

"Oh, come on." She begged, taking a hold of my wrist and dragging me to the TV room. "It's Friday night; my Mom won't be home until late tomorrow, I have to watch the kids, and I have a six pack of grapefruit coolers that I need help with."

"You need help with 6 drinks?"

She smacked my shoulder playfully and left the kitchen to walk to the garage. I heard some clinking of glasses, and she reappeared with the case of alcohol. "Let's play a game."

"A game? Like a drinking game?" She sounded excited enough, but I was still timid to jump into something like that. "You know it's like 3:30, right?" I called after her.

The rummaging stopped and she yelled back. "That sounds like a quitter's attitude." 

Drinking right after school wasn't usually my speciality, but I didn't have anything to do tomorrow and I wanted to have fun with this girl. I was quick to put a stop to my 'quitter's attitude' and instead took on an 'alcoholic's attitude'. It was a change my Mother would've truly be proud of. 

Brittany set up two glasses and poured a bottle full of pink alcohol into each glass. "You've got a way to get home, right? You can crash here, if you want."

If I wanted? That was an understatement. The real way to explain it, would be to say I was ecstatic to spend the night with Brittany and a pile of alcohol. Maybe I would see what made her so enticing, because there was certainly something I couldn't put my finger on.

Her siblings were at daycare, so I figured maybe a couple drinks couldn't hurt. "If I stay all night, and that's a big 'if'," I started. "I would need to know that I had an incredibly comfortable couch to sleep on."

"Or a bed." She offered.

"Do you have a spare one?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Nevermind, the only bed big enough is mine, I don't know why I suggested it. My mind has just been a warzone lately, you know what I mean?"

"Sure, sure." I sipped my drink and waited for her to initiate our activity.

"Oh!" She suddenly remembered. "The game!" 

I didn't have to wonder for long what game she had planned, and she asked me if I had ever played truth or dare. I told her I had, but held back the fact that the most common reason this game is played is so guys can cop a feel on hot girls (this is a fact).

"I play a different way." She explained, sitting beside me on their ridiculously comfy leather couch. Seriously, it was having my back and legs caressed by a sofa monster. A really kind, fluffy sofa monster. "When I play, I like to let people opt out of any truth or dare option, but you have to finish your drink if you do."

"So, I can choose which dares I want to do?" I figured this was an easy loophole. There were only 6 bottles on the table, so if I really didn't want to do a dare I would have no problem skipping the next six of them. 

"Technically, I guess you could. But once we move onto hard liquor that strategy is gonna blow up in your face." She made an explosion noise with her mouth and blew her hands apart like a bomb was between them. Knowing what my next question would be, she answered in advance; "When we DO get onto Vodka-."

"Ew." I involuntarily choked out.

"Fine then, when we move onto Rum-."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now, when we move onto Rum, you don't have to finish your drink if you skip a truth, or dare. But if you choose to wimp out, you have to drink from the bottle for three seconds straight."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

She shook her head and took a drink from her pink filled glass. "Three seconds, but I get to count." So there was a scheme behind this, after all. 

"Planning on getting me drunk?" I asked coyly, matching her drink with my own to show she wasn't getting ahead of me.

"Only as drunk as I'm getting myself. Why? You nervous?"

Our game started and I took the gentleman's route...sort of. I let her go first, being the lady and all, but I didn't think it counted as a gesture of goodwill, considering the context.

"Okay, Brooks, Truth or Dare?" She had her glass held up to her lips and was waiting for my answer, clearly very excited for me to pick dare.

"Dare." Short and sweet. I wasn't sure how much information about myself I wanted to let out just yet. Although, as history will show, I have no problem accepting a dare when it's thrown my way. I wouldn't say I had low self-esteem, just like making people laugh.

Her eyes flashed a hint of lust, or so I thought, as if I needed any more reason to be interested in our evening. "Good." She smirked. 

"Good?" I asked. 

"I like to start things off with a real...bang." Was that a hint? My mind was a black smudge mark, unable to make heads or tails of our situation. Reading her emotion was becoming increasingly difficult. Either I was getting rusty, or she was extremely good at flirting. 

I sat patiently and waited for her to drop the weight on me; what was my dare?




Playing With Brittany Ch. 01



"I dare you," She paused for overdramatic effect. "To kiss me."

WHAT did she say? How was that a dare? I thought dares were supposed to be bad, or something you don't want to do. Maybe she was kidding. I scanned her face for any hint of what her real intention was. 

She had a cute little smile on, and was blinking her eyes with inquisitiveness, like she was also wondering what I would do. 

"Did you hear your dare?" She asked with a soft tone that soothed my bones.

There was no way I was backing down from this invitation, whether she meant it or not. The space between us shortened as I leaned in and tapped our foreheads together, bringing time to a screeching crawl as I closed the final distance between our lips.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me, sitting her almost in my lap, her legs swung over mine. I pushed my mouth against hers and she accepted me gratefully. My tongue flicked against her lips, offering its way inside. 

Thankfully, she opened her mouth to greet me and our tongues were connected immediately. Sliding over each other, poking at the insides of her cheeks, swirling with her pink snake as her hands clawed at my t-shirt. 

I moved one hand up and cupped her breast, remarkably squishy and soft even over her bra and tank top. She let out a tiny whimper as I kneaded the ball of flesh, giving it the massage treatment it desired. Little shakes were running through her body, and her nipples were stabbing through her bra. 

I poked and pinched over her clothes at the hardened nubs, enticing squeaks whenever I got a good hard pinch in. Pushing her boobs together, I made sure cop one last firm feel before I moved my hands back down to her waist.

I slowed us back down to simple, slow kisses. She withdrew her tongue and nibbled softly on my lips as I pulled away, loosening my grasp around her and letting her fall back down to her side of the couch. 

"Wow." She whispered. "I didn't expect something like that." 

"Too much?" I asked like I was genuinely concerned, but I knew she had enjoyed to at least some degree. 

She shook her head as thoroughly as she could. I guess I was doing something right. "My turn. Dare!" She sang, eager to let our game continue. 

I wanted to match her quick start, so I took the infatuation I had for her breasts and turned it into a dare. "Take your shirt off."

She sighed sarcastically, like she had known that would've been my dare. It didn't even feel like a dare at this point, it was like she was looking for an excuse to show off to me. 

With that, she stripped her shirt from her body, pulling it over the two glorious globes and letting them flop down loosely as she ripped the shirt off all the way.

"And the bra." I nodded.

"That wasn't part of it!" She folded her arms across her chest in a defensive manor. 

Stopping her form pouting was the most important thing; nobody wants to strip naked if they're bitter. My first idea was to extend my hand in rock, paper, scissors format.

She eyeballed me suspiciously, but didn't need to discuss the rules with me. We both knew the stakes. If she won, she could keep her bra, and if not. Well, then not.

I figured deep down that she wanted the bra to come off, but was afraid of sounding too excited to let me see what she was packing. 

Our hands raised and dropped three times, signaling the count for the game. A little voice peeped up inside of me at the last second and I switched my almost-paper decision to a rock one. It paid off big time, as she threw down scissors.

"You lose." I winked at her and blew her a sarcastic kiss. 

"That game is stupid anyway." She groaned, but played by the rules. She slipped her arms from the shoulder loops, holding it against her by her arms. Reaching behind her, she unclasped the bra and let it limply fall into the grasp of her arms. 

She grabbed the cups with her hands and slowly lowered them, making me wait painfully for her to drop them all the way so I would catch a glimpse of her tits. 

Lucky for me, Brittany was a tease, but a tease that always delivered. She tossed her bra to the side and to my mind, it was lost forever. Nothing else on Earth existed besides her incredible breasts, truly breathtaking to say the least. 

They were easily DD's, with more than enough weight in one mound to fill both of my hands. I reached to feel the two stunningly gorgeous tits, but she slapped me away. 

"That wasn't part of it." She gave me a cock of her head and I sat back down with a miserable grumble. "Good boy. Your turn."

I don't know if she was doing it on purpose, but her hands were slowly caressing her breasts the entire time, occasionally tweaking her nipples where she would spike the pitch of her voice an octave. Then dragging her nails across the jiggly surface, letting the naturally massive boobs turn red for a second where she scratched, only to heal and become flush white again.

"I pick truth." I gulped down my thirst for her body, promising myself that I would have her somehow by the end of the night. 

"Are you a virgin?" She couldn't wait to spit out the question fast enough, so I took my time answering. 

"No, I'm not. Why do you ask?" I threw the challenge back at her.

"I'm just doing research." She quipped. Damn, this was a cool girl. "You can answer later, I'm sure I'll find out sure enough if you really are telling the truth. And I pick...Truth."

I had to think of something quick, but due to the amount of drinking we were doing it became hard to focus on something like investigating. Nonetheless, I dug deeper. "Why did you invite me here today, really?"

"I wanted to have fun with you." She strolled to the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of amber brown rum, tossing it to me and setting down two fancy whisky glasses. "The rules don't say I can't be vague."

She was cheating and she knew it, but I was too determined to move forward with the game to just give up now. "I'll let that one slide, Brittany. I pick dare."

"Good," She acted like she had been waiting for this. "I dare you to arm wrestle me for your shirt."

"Excuse me?"

"Arm wrestle me. Winner gets to keep your shirt."

All of this was barely sinking in, as I couldn't focus on anything other than her miraculous tits. They were wobbling around as she moved, jiggling and sliding around each other as she would cross her arms or scratch at her head.

I lifted my arm onto the coffee table and she mirrored me, clutching my hand. Her free hand moved to her chest and started to tease her chest. 

She moaned softly and tweaked her nipple, pulling it and lighting her heavy breast, then dropping and letting her boobs dance together for a second. 

"Go." She whispered, barely giving me time to acknowledge that she was putting force on my hand.

By the time I came out of my daze, I had already lost the match and was being taunted by my competitor. "Gimmie your shirt, loser." She waved her hand at me until I took off my top and tossed it over.

Brittany licked her lips and bit back a moan as she grabbed my shirt from the air and took a look at me. I don't want to say I was ripped or anything, but every summer my brother and I had to help my uncle on his farm and did quite a large amount of heavy lifting. I guess it kind of sculpted my brother and me into semi-muscular shape.

"O-Okay I guess I pick dare." Her breathing was already becoming rapid, making her beautiful tits rise and fall with enough speed to make them shake ever so slightly. 

"Good," I adopted her form of teasing, acting like she had fallen into a trap. Truthfully, I had no idea what my dare was gonna be. All of a sudden, it came to me. I knew how to get her out of her clothing. "I dare you to wrestle me for your pants."

I kept my cocky look on my face but Brittany held on with resolve. "Bring it on."

"For a count of three. Go!" I yelled and took a defensive stance. 

She impulsively dove at me, but I had time to crouch down so I caught her by her hands as she came down. She was squished against me, hands pressed against mine and fighting for control. I made sure she wasn't strong enough to hold me back, then let go of her hands to reach down and pick her up. 

My hand was mashed between her legs, using it to push her as I flipped her onto her back and toppled her. There was an undeniable heat emanating from her pussy, and what I could only assume was the result of her leaking out sticky, wet juices. 

She blushed as I held myself over her, holding my face close to hers and keeping her pinned to the floor by pushing down on her pussy mound. I counted out loud to three, and she stopped struggling in defeat. 

"Bastard." She whimpered. I thought for a second she was really mad at me, but she fixed my thinking by putting on a sexy little strip tease as she removed her shorts. The jean shorts were yanked forcefully over her tremendous ass, a feature I had yet to appreciate. "What do you think?" 

There was no explaining what I felt, though it was somewhere between nirvana and euphoria. Roughly. 

"I think you look fantastic." My mouth was agape at the scene in front of me. Brittany was wearing a white and orange polka dotted thong, the middle of which was pulled tight through her pussy lips and making it look like a thin piece of floss between the lips of her muffin.

Her ass was hardly covered by the fabric, shining in all its glory. "Are those coming off?" I pleaded.

"Not just yet, cheater. It's your turn now. Truth or dare?" She was seated with her knees pulled up to her chest, mashing her tits against her chest and splaying them out in all directions. The aroma floating over form her pussy was intoxicating, making my head spin and legs weak. 

"Dare." I spat out, snapping myself from the sexual haze I was in. 

"I dare you to drink this." She handed me a glass of rum, looking like it was holding upwards of six shots in it. 

"I dare you to, as well." I raised an eyebrow to her and she accepted my challenge, filling her own glass up as tall as mine. 

"Cheers." We clinked glasses and downed the liquid, letting the harsh brown drink fill our stomachs. It wasn't the most flavourful of tastes, but there was no doubt that binge drinking with this naked girl was making a good connection with her.

"Truth or dare?" She mumbled to me. I guess she took my drinking challenge as a dare, and it was back to being my turn now.

"Truth." I was staring up at her ceiling and letting the tiny black mark in the corner of my eye continue to elude me as I tried to catch it in my gaze.

She thought about it this time, convinced that the harder liquor would make me reveal more and more about myself. "Oh, I've got one." She scooted close to me and refilled the drinks, this time with a normal portion. 

"Why did you come over?" She sipped her drink and fought through the bitter taste to hold on to her cool, calm demeanour.

"Honestly?" I asked her, receiving a nod. "You're really pretty, and I like spending time with you. You're fun to hang out with. How am I supposed to ever say no when a girl asks me to hang out with her, when she looks like you do?" 

"You think I'm pretty?" She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. 

"Of course."

"I pick truth." She rushed out. I got the feeling she wanted me to ask her a specific question, but I couldn't think of what it might be. I eventually settled on asking; "What's your pet peeve?" Simple stuff, yeah. But the answer was not one I was prepared for. 

"When asshole guys try and pick me up."

"That happens a lot?" 

"Every day. It's like because I'm single, they all think I'm fair game." 

"If it helps, I think you're a pretty awesome girl. Even under that beautiful face, you're a great lady." I pulled her against me and she wilfully fell into the crook of my arm. 

"You think so?" She was nestled against my chest and purring like a kitten, loving the attention I was showing to her head. I massaged her scalp, scratching behind her ears and dragging my nails across her head. 

"Yeah, I do." I answered.

"If you're looking for brownie points, you're definitely finding them, you suck up. I pick truth." 

"Again?" This game needed to pick up quick, so I promised I'd make it more interesting shortly. "Okay, how many people have you had sex with, Brittany?"

"Wow, just gonna jump right to it, huh?" She swallowed her nervousness. I was curious and wanted to know, so hell yes I jumped right to it. "Well, to be honest, only two."

"Two?" I was as surprised as I was relieved. Sure, she was no virgin. But the stories I'd heard about her at school weren't so PG-rated about her sexual escapades.

"Both of them were my old boyfriends, so yes only two."

"But at school-."

"I know, the rumours. They just started one day and I couldn't stop them, so I gave in. It stops guys from wanting a serious relationship with me which is good because I don't want one, anyway." She had started to fade out by the end of the sentence, like every time she repeated it she was finding it harder and harder to convince herself of that.

"I thought guys hit on you all the time?"

"To fuck me, yeah. Nobody wants to date the whore next door." She had curled herself up tighter, receding into her shell where she felt safe. I didn't want to upset her anymore, so I tried to take the game in a different direction. 

"My turn, and I pick dare."

"Nathan, I don't think I want to play anymore." 

"Nonsense!" I picked her glass from the table and handed it to her. She smiled weakly, but I wasn't giving up yet. "Dare me, pretty lady."

She took a sip and nodded her head. "Okay, I can dare you. You want a dare? How about a hard one?" I made a silent promise to myself that I would follow through with anything she asked, not giving her the satisfaction of beating me. "I dare you..."

It only took a split second for the thought to cross her mind, but she finally figured it out. "I dare you to make a move, on me, right now."

My mind had to hit a quick reset, but was soon rearing and ready to go. Before the smirk was wiped off her face, the smirk of her thinking that she had beaten me, I covered the distance between us and pulled Brittany into my lap.

A gasp escaped her lips and she closed her eyes as soon she felt my arms lock around her. There was an urgency in me when I realized that her siblings could be home any minute, and I wanted to have time to get inside of their big sister.

Our lips were attached together, slipping over each other and fitting together like reunited puzzle pieces. Her tongue was poking impatiently at my lips, happily intertwining with mine as soon as I opened my mouth to let her in. 

We battled with our tongues, tethered together and not anxious to be apart. 

All the negativity she had been holding on to suddenly evaporated as she let my hands wander around her chest, pulling and squishing the soft flesh. I tugged her nipples, twisting the soft buttons and letting them unwind as I replaced my fingers with my mouth.

"Ugh, fuck." She grunted as I latched my mouth onto her nipple, sucking at the rubbery, bumpy texture. I bit down gently and she covered her mouth to silence a whine of pleasure. The nubs was flicked back and forth against my tongue, as my other hand freely toyed with her other pillowy tit.

There was a momentum flowing with us, and I didn't want to slow it down.

I took a hand away from her chest and put it where I thought it might be better used: her vagina.

Placing my hand over the damp, underwear covered slit, I dug my knuckle against her clit and she squirmed in encouragement. Her nodding was furious, and only grew more and more impatient as I wiggled my finger closer and closer to the slippery opening. 

She was grinding herself down on my hand, trying to let me know how impatient she was for me to remove the last piece of clothing she had left. I gladly took a hold of the thin material and stripped it off of her, letting my eyes greet the impeccably smooth pussy underneath it.

"You like?" She was lying with her legs spread, using her fingers to spread her lips and dangle the final prize in front of me. The creamy fuck pocket was begging to be filled, glistening with wetness and giving off a hauntingly strong, sweet aroma. 

"I love it." I wasted no time in hesitating; I dove right in to that beautiful vagina. 

I had a field day exploring her tasty peach, sucking on the swelled up lips and licking up from her buttery hole, up to her sensitive clit. There was a huge mess spreading from her sticky tunnel, and I was the only one trying to clean it up. My tongue was as deeply buried in her honey pot as I could get it, savouring the flavours she was leaking out.

Her sweet syrup was covering my face, dripping down and starting to collect between the cheeks of her bum. Seizing the moment, I gathered up the gooey mixture and made sure it was amply coating her wrinkled, pink asshole.

She was squirming uncontrollably, clasping her legs around my head and squeezing her thighs around my skull.

I managed to force two of my fingers into her pussy and dragged them against her g-spot as I continued my relentless tongue lashing on her clit. The small nub was being battered around like I was shaking it down for change. I flicked, sucked, and used my lips to nibble on her pulsing button. 

There wasn't must warning offered as she squealed in ecstasy, kicking her feet and grabbing a fistful of my hair to pull. She was trying to get some muttered words out, but I couldn't understand them. Knowing I was doing something she liked, I made sure that I kept rubbing her g-spot through her long, spastic orgasm.

Aftershocks were zapping her body with pings of pleasure, making her squirm and snap in interesting ways. 

Guys who are good in bed will crack a smart joke around this point, to defuse the tension. But guys who are great in bed know to let their woman writhe in the mind numbing infinity of her orgasm. Take your pick, fellas.

Brittany rose from the couch and blinked top clear her head, gazing around the room. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I taught myself. I figured girls would be happier blowing me if I was good at making them cum." 

"A true gentleman, I see." She was talking to me, but her attention was drawn entirely to the throbbing erection that was nearly piercing my pants. "A gentleman with a theory that we need to test."

"What theory is that?" I asked as she lowered herself to my belt, sitting me down and positioning herself on the floor between my legs. 

She fumbled with my belt, but eventually managed to loosen it and pulled my pants down around my ankles. I still had boxers on, but Brittany was already having a hard time hiding her fascination with my dick. 

"The theory that making me cum will make me want to blow you."

"Is the theory holding up so far?" I asked, holding my arms above my head and watching her work on my lower half. Brittany pulled down the waistband of my boxers and let out an accidental gasp. 

"Fuck, yes, it is." She was staring in awe at the heavy rod sticking towards her mouth. "Jesus Christ, I picked the jackpot."

I was happy to have somebody fawning over my dick, and continued to let her have her fun with it. Once the initial surprise wore off, she was all business. Her face changed; scrunching up and showing off her determination to handle the monster she was playing with.

Her skill really shone through, and I understood why this girl was always being so hotly pursued; she was gifted with a mouth that would put a pornstar to shame. 

She effortlessly swallowed the first six inches of my cock, making sure she could still breathe around the pole, and started to fuck her throat with a third of my cock still sticking from her mouth. She kneaded my balls with her right hand, not stopping her throat fucking for even a second.




Playing With Brittany Ch. 01



I was lost in heaven, made even more unbelievable when Brittany took a deep breath and slammed her head down into my lap. There was nothing left to do but sit helplessly as she choked on my cock, rising and dropping her head in a consistent pattern.

Her throat was constricting like a python around my shaft, holding me prisoner deep in her mouth. After a little break, she managed to get back to the rough throat abuse. My cock was sliding against the back of her throat and I could see her fighting back tears and the impulse to gag.

After spending close to a full minute with my boner embedded in her throat, filling up every inch her gullet had to give me. She slowly pulled back, sticking her lips to my shaft and keeping me firmly in place as she withdrew from my tool.

Brittany was nursing steadily on the head, flicking her tongue against the spongy surface and giving it a big lick whenever she felt I wanted one. She still had a hand glued to my balls, and hadn't stopped massaging them.

Even when she was blinded with tears and sputtering for air, she kept up the deliberately slow method of rolling my balls together like two big marbles. Her tongue swirled around the tip of my red crowned cock, swollen from the attention it was getting.

Spit was slathered around my dick, making it shiny and glossy looking. Brittany took her time tracing every vein with her tongue, dribbling spit in little gobs onto my cock. 

With another deep breath, she managed to deep throat me again. Little purring noises were leaking from her voice box, letting me know just how deeply satisfied she was with her mouth full.

It was with that, and with me seconds away from blowing my load, we heard the front door slam. Two young voices called out and Brittany reluctantly gave my dong one last kiss, making sure it was a wet, French kiss. "Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get more later."

"I guess I get to help you babysit the kids?" 

"Up to you, but I have to go greet them so they know I'm home." She turned to leave, having already thrown back on her clothes. Only her shorts were still on the floor, so I kicked them up to my grasp.

"You can have these, on one condition."

She sighed and put her hands on her hips. "Okay, what?"

"We continue our game, all night, until one of us quits." The idea was clearly exciting to her, and she quickly accepted the offer. With that, I threw my shirt on and walked with her to greet her brother and sister.

Since the two of us were already fairly drunk, I had a feeling some fun stuff was going to come of this night. 

"Hey, guys." Brittany and I walked into the front hall and she helped her siblings get their coats and boots off. "How was school?" She was like a regular mother to these kids. 

"Good. Who's this?" The young girl was looking up at me, tugging on my sleeve. 

Brittany introduced me to Charlie and Annabelle, both of whom seemed happy to meet me. Annabelle insisted I call her Anna, but never Belle. "I hate that name." She exclaimed. 

"She's been making us call her Anna for about three weeks now, so we just figured it's gonna stick." Brittany kissed her sister on the head and asked if she was hungry. Neither of the kids were, so we put on a movie for them in the living room. 

I thought maybe the two of us would spend time alone in her bedroom, but she pulled me to the couch and handed me a six pack of beer. "Look what I found." 

"Oh, joy." I silently prayed for a sign that all this would be worth it, but none came. I gave Brittany the benefit of the doubt and told myself that tonight would be alright. 

"If you want to continue our old game," I looked at the kids to see if they were paying attention, but truthfully I don't know if they even knew we were behind them. The TV was a flash of colours and music, distracting them enough that Brittany and I could talk more openly. "Then you have to play a new game."

This new game was also a drinking game, wherein we watched the movie along with the kids and counted how many times certain things happened, assigning drinks to the instances. 

"Chelsea rolled her eyes again, drink!" Brittany shouted at the screen, the two of us finally polishing off the additional beers she had found. "We need more liquor!" It had only been about an hour, so the movie wasn't over quite yet, but I could tell the kids were still absorbed into the movie. 

I poked her leg and drew her stare from the TV. "Truth, or dare?"

She looked surprised that I was choosing now to bring up the game, but was more than willing to participate. "Truth." 

"What's something sexy you've always wanted to try?" I noticed her momentarily snap her eyes to her brother and sister, still lost in the film. 

She bit down on her lip, considering how much she wanted to reveal to me. "Well, I've always wanted to try putting it in my bum. But it would hurt, right?"

"Not if you use lube."

"We don't have lube here." If I didn't know better, I would say she was disappointed. 

"Why does it matter if you have any here? Planning something?" I hid behind my cool-guy exterior, masking how fast my heart was rushing to burst out of my chest. 

Lighting up like wildfire, she hid her cheeks and averted her gaze back to the TV. "I meant in a general sense." She back pedaled. Maybe she was telling the truth, but I was choosing to believe she was hiding something from me.

She asked me if I wanted to pick truth or dare, and I stayed safe with truth. It's not that I was afraid of a dare, I just didn't want to find out how cruel she could be by daring me in front of her siblings. Maybe she would dare me to babysit them all night, while she took a nap. That wasn't a risk I was taking.

"Truth, huh?" She scratched her chin and thought hard about the question. I was happy I had turned the game back around from its depressing scene, giving Brittany a boost and getting more information out of he than I thought she would admit. That's the power of alcohol, kids.

"My hair." She played with a strand of it before trying to nibble on it, too short to reach her mouth. "Do you like it?"

"Do I like your hair? That's your question?" She nodded in response. "I do, yeah. It's fun, but it doesn't distract you when you look at it, because it's such a dark blue. But then the red part," I reached up and ran it through my fingers. "Is just playful enough that it makes your interesting." 

"Ha, ha." She sarcastically laughed. "I'm interesting, okay? I just wanted to know if you like my hair."

"I really do." We smiled at each other. "But, I thought you didn't do it for other people's approval?" She looked confused so I reminded her of the time we had an in depth discussion in English class about how many different hair styles she had gone through, and how many various colours she had sampled. 

Back then I remembered she had told me that she only changed her hair to a colour she wanted to try. It didn't matter what other people thought, she did it for herself. 

"So, I'm asking why you care what I think of your hair." I sipped my drink and grabbed a blanket from the chair beside me, flicking it into the air and letting it settle on me. Before it came down onto me, Brittany slipped underneath and stole half my blanket.

"Because," She started, running her nails across my t-shirt. "Your opinion matters, you're special." 

I knew it was my turn to pick an option, and I stuck faithfully with truth. There was a tension building around us for who would pick dare first, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be me. 

"Damn you, Nathan. You're no fun." She grumbled.

"Oh, come on now. You pick dare on your next turn then!"

"I will." Her pinky promised me, locking the naive girl in to a trap I was still developing. 

"For your truth, I want to know..." Brittany leaned in close to me until her lips were brushing against my ear. "Are you still close to cumming, from earlier?"

I nodded in response. 

"I dare you to fix that." I shot at her, certain I had found either the greatest dare ever, or that she was going to have to chug a bunch of rum. 

Without a fraction of hesitation, Brittany scaled her hand down my chest and under my pants. "Like this?" She asked in an innocent manor, licking her hand before moving it back to my cock. I was already at full mast, but the sensation of her wet hand slipping up and down my shaft wasn't letting up until I came.

Feeling a little slutty, Brittany kept her stroking consistent while reaching with her other hand to gather as much of her thick syrup as she could, transferring it onto my dick and using it to speed up her long tugs. 

There was no stopping her as she ducked her head under the blanket and shuffled my pants down so she could get easy access to my pulsing rod. Nothing else in my life mattered the moment she lowered her head and brushed me against the walls her squishy throat. She stopped for a break, breathing through her nose while my cock stayed nestled five inches deep in her larynx.

Sloppy sucking noises erupted from under the blanket, but somehow she kept them just quiet enough that nobody could hear. I had to keep my moans to myself, barely able to contain the incredible feeling rushing through me. 

I felt dribbles of spit reaching down over my balls, but she took care of the mess quickly by diving my entire cock down her gorge and sucking up slowly, keeping her lips stuck to the circumference of my dick. Pulling her head up and away from me, she sucked all the spit off of me. She now had a mouth full of bubbly precum and spit.

She dribbled the mixture back onto my dong and proceeded wrap both hands around the length of pipe in her fingers. It took both hands to fully stimulate me, and what few inches she couldn't get with her hands she fit into her mouth, slurping ferociously at the head.

For a second, I remembered to turn my attention back to make sure her brother and sister weren't aware of the world around them. The blanket had fallen off, but the two of us were too lost in euphoria to fix it.

The fire burning in my stomach was finally being doused, but not fast enough. Brittany was gifted when it came to blowjobs, so I decided to see how well she would do when she wasn't the one in control. I took hold of her head and she looked up at me, knowing exactly what I was thinking.

She winked at me and nodded, taking a deep breath and preparing herself for the throat fucking she was about to endure. With as much force as I thought she could handle, I pushed her head down and felt my cock bury itself balls deep in her throat. Wrapping her hair around my hands made it easier to slam her mouth down, again and again, on to my cock.

Quiet gags were being silenced by the air-tight seal she had around me, letting all her spit collect in her mouth before she would open her lips and let the lubricant dribble down onto me. This only made it easier to pound the back of her throat, letting me feel the squishy walls that were doing their best not to choke on me.

Relentlessly and roughly I would bring her head down as far as I could, holding her down while my cock stayed planted down her throat. I was shoved in so deep, I could feel her trying to breathe around my dick. 

There wasn't any room for air to get through, which I only realized when she slapped wildly at my hands to try and get them off of her. I let go and Brittany sprung up off my dong, desperate for a breath of air. 

"Fuck." Her words weren't those of anger; she was turned on. She looked up as she continued to tightly pump her fists around the girthy monster in her clutches. "Give me something else to swallow." She begged, with her hushed words and with her pleading eyes. 

Opened flood gates let loose a steady stream of semen, just as Brittany plunged her head down and willingly accepted her sticky throatpie. I felt her mouth seize up, squeezing around my cock and milking another rope of cum from my balls. She had her hands clenched in fists at her sides, using only her determined sucking to bring my cum to the surface.

Once I finally calmed down, the credits for the movie started to roll. Talk about perfect timing. 

"Still hungry?" I asked, knowing she would be. Brittany rose from my lap and wiped a smudge of cum from her lips, sucking it off her finger. 

"I'm always hungry, and I dare YOU to make dinner for us." She seemed smug, like she had found a way to abuse our game. "We want briner; breakfast for dinner."



Playing With Brittany Ch. 02



*All characters depicted committing sexual acts are above the age of 18*




The kids threw up their hands in celebration. "Brinner!" They were ecstatic, to say the least. 

"Can I help cook?" Charlie jumped in, racing into the kitchen and starting to make a mess before I even had a chance to cook anything.

"Is he good in the kitchen?" I had a feeling I already knew the answer, but held out for a yes anyway. To my dismay, Brittany shook her head with a coy smile. "Then this is gonna be fantastic." 

With a grumble, I followed Charlie into the kitchen. "Where are your eggs and pancake mix? Oh, I need chocolate chips too."

He looked at me with wide eyes, baffled by the mention of pancakes and chocolate chips in the same sentence. "You mean-."

"I do mean." I gave him a head nod, and he tore through the cupboards looking for chocolate chips. 

Midway through cooking our bacon-and-chocolate-chip-pancakes, Anna skipped into the kitchen and whispered to her brother. She must've thought she was being quiet, but I could hear her clearly. "She thinks he's cute, we aren't supposed to be weird and mess it up for her." I was blown away hearing this. I mean, I had thought Brittany thought I was attractive, but hearing it confirmed is something else. 

On top of that, I wanted to know WHAT her siblings weren't supposed to ruin. The fact that it was important enough that she told her sister, who is apparently horrible at keeping secrets, made it feel that much more important.

"I'm not weird!" Charlie yelled.

"Be quiet!" Anna yelled back. They devolved into a mess of slaps and hair pulling, equipped with whining and screaming to boot. Brittany rushed in and separated them, untangling Anna's hair from Charlie's scrunched fist. 

Brittany took her sister to Charlie and Anna's shared bedroom, scolding her on the way out for starting a fight. Maybe she was only mad because I was there to witness it, and she wanted to make a good impression on me.

"What next?" Charlie asked, flipping the eggs so they would cook evenly.

"Now we put the chocolate chips in." I answered, tipping the bag so they were about to drop in. I saw the sadness on Charlie's face, so I offered him the bag. "You want do it?"

He nodded with brimming enthusiasm, pouring way too many bits of chocolate into the mixture. "Is that good?"

"Perfect!" I lied. 

I cooked the pancakes and dumped them onto a big plate, setting them side by side with the eggs, bacon, and sausage we had cooked up. "Charlie, could you get drinks for your sisters while I go tell them we're ready?"

It took me a couple tries to find which room was Anna's, where I found Brittany reading a book to her. "Dinner is ready, guys." 

"Brinner." Brittany corrected me, shuffling off the bed and walking with her sister to the table. "Wow, you guys really went all out, huh?" She started spooning food onto her plate and dousing it in syrup.

"You're putting syrup on your eggs?" I asked, skeptically. 

"Don't knock it until you try it." She lifted her fork, loaded with eggs, and gestured for me to try it. I took her fork and bravely tried one of the most disgusting combinations I've ever suffered. 

"That's horrible!" I nearly spat out my mouthful. 

"Yeah, it's not for everyone." She took her own bite of the weird concoction and seemed to actually enjoy the taste. 

Compliments came spilling out from both girls, directed at Charlie and my cooking skills. After that, it appeared that everyone was too hungry to focus on making small talk. It didn't feel like awkward silence, it felt more like focused food devouring. 

After we were mostly done our food, and the kids had left the table to Brittany's phone vibrated on the table. She looked at it, clearly upset by what she was reading. I asked her what was wrong, but got no answer. Instead, she passed me the phone and sighed deeply, resting her head on my shoulder and closing her eyes.

The text was from her mom, and said that she wouldn't be home until the following Friday. Not even an apology, just one sentence and a lot of heartbreak. "You okay?" I asked. 

She didn't reply.

"Truth or dare?" I was taking a risk by starting our game back up again, but I knew there was a chance that it would cheer her up again.

Apparently, she had the same thought, because she instantly perked up at the mention of the game. "Isn't it my turn to ask you?"

"No, you dared me to make dinner. Remember?" I shot back, raising my eyebrows with a cocky tone. 

"So, truth or dare?"

"Dare." She was starting to perk up already. "Just don't make me blow you again, my throat is seriously sore from how hard you pound." 

"You didn't like it?"

"I didn't say THAT, did I?" The energy between the two of us was undeniable, sparks flying every time we flirted or teased each other. "So, tough guy, what's my dare?"

"Strip for me."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry; I DARE you to strip for me. Better?" 

"Not entirely." It took some deciphering, but since the time I had met Brittany I came to be quite familiar with her manor of sarcasm. I knew she was excited, and better yet, I knew she was nervous.

Looking in to the TV room we could see that the kids were plenty distracted by their movie, whatever they ended up watching, with Anna nearly passed out on the sofa from over eating.

Safely back in Brittany's room, she immediately attached herself to me. Hands clutching my shoulders, lips frantically pushed against mine, chests pushed together. The latter of those three making her tits balloon out like...well. Balloons.

Giant, fleshy, soft balloons. 

I kissed her back twice as hard as she kissed me, squeezing her ass while she pushed me towards her bed. Pillows surrounded me as she tossed me to her mattress. With me sitting on the edge of the bed, she straddled me like a cowgirl and kissed me again. 

Brittany started rustling her fingers through my hair while I played happily with her ass. I had lowered her shorts down below her ass, and was clawing over and over again at her squishy breasts. Her cheeks pulled apart with ease, spreading open her tight little asshole, which I started circling with my finger.

Her breathing was rapid and short, letting me know just how nervous she was. Maybe she really had never taken anything in her ass before, making my next move that much more enticing.

Collecting a layer of slick juices from her soaking wet pussy, I spread the lube onto her eager butthole. With one more dip into the warm, wet clutches of her vagina, I gathered enough honey to coat my fingers. 

I poked a finger an inch her bum, and she tightened instantly. The pressure on my finger was monumental, making me fight my way deeper. I pulled my finger down two more inches, then back one, then down two more. Steady progress was being made as I eventually got her to take me whole middle finger. Wiggling around in her butt, she moaned and seized up as she continues to passionately kiss me. 

By now, I was able to work my finger out to the tip, then slither it back down and tickle her insides. There was still enough messy, creamy syrup coating her pussy. So, I did what anybody would do; I got my fingers even wetter and forced two of them into her compact little asshole.

Her moans were being practically screamed into my mouth as she slipped her tongue against mine, to the same rhythm she was using to bounce her hips on my fingers lodged deep in her ass.

It took a lot of effort for her, but eventually she rose from my lap and my fingers slipped sadly from her bum. Clearly, she wasn't happy with it either, but wanted to live up to her dare. "Lay back, cutie." She whispered, biting my neck.

Propping my head against a pillow proved to be an amazing angle gazing up at her. She ran her hands up her thighs, over her waist, and up over her breasts. She dug at her chest over her shirt, grinding her hips down on me. 

With one swift pull, she whipped her shirt into the air and onto my face. While I raced to pull it off, she had undone her bra and had it dangling from her fingers high above me. "If you keep moving that slowly, you're gonna miss the show."

Her hands grabbed mine and placed them on her chest. Immediately, I began playing with her boobs. The big, juicy melons were overflowing my hands, punching her nipples into my palms. I dragged my fingers back and caught her nipples in between my fingers, tugging at the pointy pink nubs.

She jumped off of me and swung around so her ass was facing me, bending down and touching her toes. Pulling her shorts down to her ankles revealed just how turned on she was; a dark, wet spot had grown on her underwear. I could only imagine how much sticky goodness was waiting behind there.

I was treated to the erotic strip tease of this gorgeous, blue haired beauty. Reaching up to her underwear, she pulled down the last piece of clothing she had on. It was a slow reveal, but worth the wait. The thin layer of fabric was tediously lowered, sticking slightly to her dripping wet slit. Once she had yanked it down enough, I could see just how desperate she was to be fucked.

Brittany proceeded to cause the raging hardon in my pants to grow in size by grabbing her juicy, cream coloured butt cheeks and graciously pulling them apart. The sight of her muffin being spread was overwhelmingly sexy, and coupled with the way her asshole was being poked and prodded at by her fingers, I was nearly ready to bust a nut.

Thankfully, I held on long enough to let Brittany finish her strip tease.

She walked over to me and dangled her tits in my face, letting her heavy tits bounce around my head. If there was one amazing way to die, it was being suffocated in tits. Once I had gotten her nipples slippery with spit, and mildly bruised from my teeth, Brittany climbed off of me and bent over again.

Only this time, she was inches from my face. I could feel the aching heat radiating off of her. My hands took hold of her bum and pulled it open as wide as I could, getting a sharp yelp from Brittany as she was examined in her most intimate area.

Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to help warm Brittany up to the idea of anal. "Truth or dare?" It wasn't my turn, but by now we were done with the illusion that we needed a game to make us want to fuck each other's brains out. Still, I thought it would be a fun way to tease her.

"Dare!" She nearly shouted, knowing that I would have something planned for a dare that would probably end up with somebody having a penis in them.

"I dare you to let me fuck your ass, however I want." 

She was quiet for a moment, a bit longer than I wanted her to be. "Yes." She sighed, nervous and excited to have her anal cherry busted. 

There was one thing I had been dying to try on her, and now that I knew I had an all access pass to her butt, I was going to loosen her up.

"W-What are you...oh fuck...what are you doing, Nathan?" She was a mess of desperate panting and stifled groans. 

A sensation she had never felt; my tongue lashing wickedly at her light brown asshole, tightly sealed and now slick with saliva. My tongue flicked against the bumpy, puckered tunnel. Trying to get it open was slowly, but surely, working in my favour. I noticed her asshole start to relax, even opening an inch or so to let my tongue stab into her bum.

Eventually, she got used to the feeling of having her back door toyed with. Since she was starting to like it so much, I thought it would be appropriate to step up my game. My new mission was to see how much punishment Brittany's virgin ass could handle.

Picking her up and dropping her on the bed disoriented her enough that I had time to roll her onto her stomach without her noticing until she was already being securely held down. She didn't start struggling until she realized what I was planning, then trying to wiggle her way from my grasp.

I grabbed her by her hair and moved my face to hers. "Trying to get away?" I hissed.

"N-No sir, never." She hadn't called me sir before, but I have to admit that I kind of liked it. 

"Good girl." I kissed her on the cheek and she whimpered quietly. 

Knowing she wouldn't fight me anymore, I moved back from her body and sat on my heels. I quickly withdrew my dick from my pants and mentally prepared myself to fuck Brittany's bottom. 

Her ass looked juicy and ripe, slippery with enough spit that some was starting to leak inside of her, getting her insides sticky before I split her in half. "I don't know if I want this." She whispered, like she was afraid I might hear her. 

I didn't respond to her, I simply carried forward with my motions. Now, I was on my knees and lined up behind Brittany. She was silent now, patiently waiting for her first anal attempt. 

Evidently, she was timid; burying her face in the pillows but still keeping her butt pried open for me. I spat once more onto her hole before I tapped against it with the head of my cock. With one hard push, I popped the tip in and watched her asshole greedily swallow it. 

The sight of her bottom stretching out this wide for the first time was amazing, made even better knowing that it was my cock that was invading her slippery canal. Every inch that I sunk closer to her core was another inch I felt being washed over by immense heat and pressure.

Her creamy fuck tunnel was constricting involuntarily at the force I was using to drill my cock down into Brittany's ass. Finally, I slammed my hips against her jiggly butt cheeks and drained her of the ability to speak, due to the iron hard cock rammed into her stomach.

Sharp squeaks were being forced from her as I abused her as roughly as I wanted to. I had no doubt that she wasn't enjoying it yet, being able to distinguish her groans of pleasure from earlier from her squeals of pain right now. "Nathan, go slower. Please go-fuck!" I slammed into her with all my force and heard her choke back a couple tears.

"Truth or dare!" She nearly shouted.

I didn't know if I should ignore her and just keep going, but my curiosity got the better of me. "Dare." I spat out, unable to spare much breath for speaking. I was fucking her at such a fast pace that the sound of her ass slapping against my stomach was loud enough to start ringing in my ears. 

"I dare you-fuck, god dammit. I dare you to be gentle with me." She said through teary eyes. She wasn't crying, but the pain had clearly been getting to her. She looked back at me and begged; "Please, baby. Just go slow." 

How could I say no to that?"

I steadied my strokes until I was gliding in and out of her butt at a tedious speed, letting her finally get used to the size before I planted myself balls deep in her bum. 

"D-D-Deep." She spat out, taking handfuls of the blanket and grunting as I withdrew my dick. The walls of her bum stuck closely onto me, not seeming to want to let me go. I slipped from her ass and took my time gazing at her gape. 

I hadn't even fucked her very had and already she was opened wider than a penny. Not huge, granted, but not bad for a first timer. Without any more hesitation, I jammed my pole back into her agonizingly hot bum. 

We stayed in that position for more than fifteen minutes; fifteen minutes of me relentlessly pounding her poor, tired ass. Her first time having anal sex and she was being fucked so hard I wasn't sure she could even feel it anymore. 

It was like a cycle of butt fucking; my cock would be dragged down into the buttery heaven of her asshole, spreading her opening until eventually it gave up on trying to tighten back up. When I would rip my cock from her cavity and watch in awe as it held the shape of my shaft, proudly displaying how wide it could stretch.

Then, to keep her from feeling too comfortable, I would grab her hips roughly and piston my cock into her depths with one powerful thrust. The momentum of the thrust would lift her off the bed a few inches, letting my dick slip a little further into her. 

Out of nowhere, I realized that Brittany had been playing with her clit. I didn't know how long she'd been at it, but it looked like she was getting somewhere with it. "I'm close, I'm so close just don't fucking stop." She was whining in a high pitch, furiously rubbing her clit while I pumped her from behind.

I knew I was getting close, but I had to hold out as long as I could to let Brittany reach her orgasm. With only seconds before I blew my load, she brought herself to a convulsing orgasm. If I wasn't gonna last before, then there was no chance of that now.

As she came, her ass squeezed around me so tightly that it felt like my dick was being choked with a zip tie. A sticky, gooey, warm zip tie that was about to be filled with more cum than I thought it would be able to handle. 

I could barely hear her groans as they were deposited into the pillows, but I knew she was feeling as amazing as I was. 

I stopped holding back, and let myself succumb to the orgasm I had been withholding. Brittany evidently felt it the second I blasted her insides with hot, gooey cum. She seemed to like it, based on the way she was grinding her hips back against me in an attempt to drain me of every ounce of semen I had.

Still, I managed to find more cum to dump into her. Cum that she gratefully accepted, collecting a nice little pool of baby butter and spit in her gaping ass. Two thicker ropes of cum launched from the tip of my dong, splattering against the interior Brittany's messy, worn asshole. 

"Holy shit." She whispered, slumping to her side and drawing a blanket up over us. 

She pushed back into me and grabbed my arm, draping it over her rising and falling chest. The poor girl was exhausted, so I gave her a few minutes to rest. 

Lying in her bed, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. Here, lying next to me, was a girl I met just over a month ago. Somehow in that short time, I had found a way to make her like me enough to let me take her anal virginity from her. 

All at once, everything in my brain clicked. I had thought I was coming over to be another one of her conquests, which I was totally fine with. Earlier when Brittany had admitted to only having sex with two guys, both of whom she had been dating, it became alarmingly obvious that I wasn't here just to fuck her.

Brittany really liked me, and I think I really liked her. 

I turned to her and kissed her on the back of her head. She rolled over and faced me, while I flopped onto my back. Brittany curled up against me and rested her head on my chest. My fingers were running through her hair, playing with the red strands that fell to the side of her face.

After lying in silence for a few minutes, she raised her head and kissed me. "That was awesome." She let out a heavy breath. 

"You liked it?" I was worried, thinking maybe I had hurt her too much.

"Of course it hurt at first, you dummy. Have you seen the size of that thing?" She said, tracing her fingers up and down my shaft. "I'm just happy I got it all in me." 

"We already know your ass can take all of me, and your mouth definitely can. But there's one hole we haven't tested yet." 

"Patience, sweetheart. We have to make sure the kids are all ready for bed first."

Basically, I had to help get two kids I had never met before get ready for bed. There was something about these two children that I loved, and I couldn't put my finger on it. Looking after them was like looking after my own brother and sister. 

By the time we got them away from their movie, got their teeth brush and made sure they were changed, over an hour had passed. All this time, I was trying my best to keep my drunkenness to myself. I could see Brittany stumble every so often, and when she saw me watching her we would both laugh it off.

Our bed time struggle ended in defeat for the young ones, but they eventually gave up and let us tuck them into bed. "Goodnight, Anna." Brittany kissed her sister on her head and shuffled over to her brother's bed to kiss him goodnight as well. "Goodnight, Charlie." She kissed him on the forehead as well and stood up.




Playing With Brittany Ch. 02



"Goodnight." They whispered unanimously. 

"It was nice to meet you, Nathan." Anna piped up.

"Are we gonna see you again?" Charlie asked. 

I turned to Brittany and she had her mouth agape in mid-answer. "Well...I don't know. I think I would love it if he could come back." She smiled at me with just a trace of worry in her eyes that I would decline. 

"I'd be honored." I bowed and Anna clapped and gave me a cheerful; "Yay!"

Brittany and I stepped out of their room and she pulled herself to my ear. "My room gets cold at night, so you should go get some blankets." She kissed my cheek and I took off in an almost full sprint towards the TV room, snatching all the blankets I could find when I got there. The room was poorly lit, so I found myself patting around the couch for a few seconds looking for anything to keep us warm.

Upon entering Brittany's bedroom, I was utterly awe-struck by her change of clothes. She was standing with one leg tucked behind the other, arms held behind her. All she was wearing, besides her loose tank top, was a pair of purple and pink stripped pajama shorts, with a small purple bow at the top.

"Wow. You look...wow."

"Wow is good, yes?" She twirled her way to me, dropping a bottle of wine into my hands. 

"I don't drink wine, really." I handed back the bottle but she refused it, twirling back to her bed and sitting on it with her legs crossed.

"We're wine drinkers now, dear." 

"We?" I muttered to myself, walking over to her. I guess we were a 'we' now. I slumped down on her bed beside her. "I don't have pajamas."

"That's okay, you can just get into your boxers." She said, as more of a command than a suggestion. I followed her rule and shimmied out of my pants, then peeling off my shirt and throwing it at her. 

"Play nice!" She plead as she slapped at me. "We aren't finished our game yet, mister." 

"I guess it's my turn, since you dared me to be gentle with your butt."

"That was a dare well spent."

"Depending on who you ask. Truth or dare, Brit?" She shook her head at the mention of that nickname. "My bad."

"Good try though. Truth." 

I knew exactly what I wanted to ask, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to ask it. With my heart in my throat, I announced my truth. "Do you want to get dinner some time?" It took every fibre of my being not to rush that sentence out. 

Brittany was biting her lip, which I was thankful for; it meant she hadn't said no yet. Without making eye contact, she spoke the four best words she possibly could have; "I would love to." 

We spent the next hour staining our teeth with red and shooting truths and dares back at each other.

"What's your biggest fear?" She asked.

"Sharks, for sure." I sipped from the wine.

"Sharks aren't scary, just don't go in the water and they can't get you."

"That's not why they're scary."

"Why then?"

"Because if you DID fall in the water, they can kill you with no hesitation if they want to."

"Look at you, my infinitely tough manly man. I pick truth."

"Hmm..."

"Ask me if I want to stop playing this game and fuck you."

"Oh...do you want to stop playing this game and fuck me?"

"Absolutely."

Brittany leapt onto me and pinned me on my back, kissing me and pushing her hands against my chest. I heard her sharply intake breath in approval of my shirtlessness. 

Our kissing was growing wetter and wilder, tongues sliding over each other and biting at her lip. She was rocking her hips on my waist, causing a firm boner to appear in my boxers. Reaching down, Brittany lowered my pants a few inches and released my aching cock like a spring board. 

With a happy giggle, she took my dick in her hand and started to stroke it, bringing me to my full hardness. Still keeping her lips closely pressed to mine, she stood up and tore my underwear off. Within seconds, my long pole was being effortlessly devoured by the blue haired beauty between my legs. Her lips glued themselves to the smooth surface of my dick and didn't remove themselves until she was in dire need of air. 

Long, deliberate bobs of her head would sink my boner down five or six inches, with every dip of her neck. She would raise her lips up to the tip, keeping tightly sealed around the head, then she would lower her mouth until her nose was buried against my stomach. 

Gurgling noises were emitting from her mouth, and I could tell she had a mouthful of sticky saliva waiting to coat my dick like a natural lubricant. Knowing how tight Brittany was, we needed all the lube we could get. 

Since she had already used her mouth on me twice today, I knew we were both eager for something new. I pulled her up to sit on me again, making sure that she was wiggled out of her underwear before she took a seat in my lap. 

The only item of clothing left on her was her tank top, and I was quick to remove that. With no shirt to keep her apart from me, her chest was mashed against mine. I felt the warmth from her juicy breasts washing over my skin, basking in the feeling of having her soft mounds sandwiched against me. 

With her hand between her legs, she was rubbing the head of my throbbing cock through her soaking wet pussy lips. There was an immeasurable heat coming from her, making the honey coating my cock feel like warm butter. 

After making sure I was lubed up enough to fit into her, Brittany matched the tip of my dong with the tight, dripping opening to her vagina. My hands rested on her hips, pushing down slowly to guide her where I wanted her to go. 

There was a small popping feeling as she dropped a few inches and swallowed the first portion of my cock. Her hips swayed in circles, working her tunnel to stretch enough to take the large intruder begging for admittance. 

Finally, her lust over took her desire not to hurt herself trying to accommodate me. 

I heard her whimper in ecstasy before I realized what happened; Brittany had thrown caution to the wind and slammed her body down, drilling my cock to the hilt into her kitten and bashing against her cervix. "Oh...oh fuck. Oh that's different."

"Different?" Words came racing from my mouth. I didn't realize until now just how heavy my breathing had become. The view from where I was would make most men drop their jaws indefinitely. Grinding her ass down in a circular motion, Brittany no longer had any trouble taking my cock to the base. Dragging me against her cervix, then bouncing her hips and making her meaty cheeks slap together, all while playing viciously with her tits. 

Her nipples were hard and begging for attention, to which she was happily fulfilling. With her thumb and finger she was rolling the tiny nubs like pebbles beneath her grasp. She would pull on them, and let her body surge forward in pleasure, only to sit back down again and sink my cock back to her creamy center. 

"Yes, different." She squealed with her eyes closed, but was quick to silence the outburst before it got us discovered. "You're much...wider than the other guys I've been with."

"Is that bad?" I was rocking my hips back and forth in time with her, letting her slump against my shoulders and simply lose herself in euphoria. 

"No, it's wonderful." The smile on her face told me she was telling the truth.

We stayed locked together in that position for a few more minutes, letting Brittany savour the feeling of having her guts stabbed for as long as she wanted. It was only when she started rubbing her clit that I recognized how desperate she was to cum. 

I took control of the situation and lifted her up, tucking her knees up to her chest and flipping the surprised girl onto her back. There was no time for her to even ask what was happening before I dove back inside of her. 

Now with her legs up on my shoulders, my cock dug against her g-spot with every thrust. Again and again I would feel the spongy texture of Brittany's pussy contract around me as I drove my cock against her inner pleasure button. 

I felt Brittany's orgasm before I saw or heard it. It happened quickly; all of a sudden there was a rush of juices that encapsulated my rigid member. Next to that, the spastic clutching and releasing of her pussy walls were doing their hardest to extract the cum from my balls.

Not that I wasn't going to give it to her, but I wanted to see if I could force another orgasm from her now tired body. Pulling her head from the orgasmic daze, Brittany spread her legs and pulled me closer to her. Without her knees between us, I could pound my cock deeper into her buttery depths, churning the frothy cocktail of precum and kitten syrup that was gurgling around in Brittany's vagina.

I lifted her legs up again and pushed them together, this time letting them fall to the left and drop Brittany onto her side. Her hand instinctively gripped her squishy butt cheek and spread it for me, silently begging for me to fill the emptiness she felt in her cock pocket.

A gasp leapt from her mouth as I dove my dick home to her bubbling core. As hot and sticky as ever, I pounded Brittany until her eyes started to roll back in her head again. There wasn't enough strength left in her for her to keep her ass spread, with all her energy being devoted to keeping her from screaming every time my enormous shaft split her open. 

To keep her from having to keep herself presented to me, I rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her to her knees. Wiggling her ass and growling for me to stop teasing her, I took my spot behind Brittany and peeled her ass cheeks apart. 

Her pussy was pried open with a wet, squishy sound. Even her ass was daring me to fuck it, winking at me as I lowered my mouth to her tender hole. "Oh god, there." Brittany was pushing back against my face as I lodged my tongue into her glossy slit, reaching her clit and flicking my tongue against it.

As much as I was enjoying having my taste buds treated to the savoury flavour of Brittany's homemade lube, I knew that both of us were aching to have me deposit a thick, gooey load of cum into her. Since her ass had happily accepted all the cream I gave it, I had high hopes that her vagina would do the same.

I was not disappointed. 

Moments later, I found myself kneeling behind the smooth skinned sex doll and readying myself to fuck her again. With one hard push forward, I took Brittany from behind and let the glove-like fit of her insides mould to the shape of my dick.

Nearing my limit, I knew I didn't have long before I lost control over my orgasm. Brittany could feel how I was beginning to grow, and instantly grew more excited. "Are you gonna cum?" She had an excited tone to match her patchy breathing. 

I was plenty distracted with her ass, almost to the point where I forgot to respond. My hands would take a healthy portion of her milky white bum and dig my thumbs in just beside her asshole to get a deep, wide spread. I spat on her empty hole and pushed in the bubbly salvia with my thumb. "Pretty soon, yeah." 

"I swear to God, if you pull out I'll strangle you. I want that fucking cum." Even having my thumb in her bottom was occupying too much of my mind; her tightness demanded to be felt. I withdrew the finger from her ass and spanked her a few times to get her nice and pink.

With my hands steadying her so she wouldn't get away, I sped up my fucking until I was on the brink of cumming. "Now?"

"Fuck yes, now." Brittany begged, taking a handful of her sheets as she drove her ass back against me to get the full length inside of her on every thrust. 

I left go, and was treated to an orgasm that literally rocked my body.

My cock let out one stream of cum after another, plastering the interior of Brittany's pussy. Through my orgasm, I managed to keep my fucking at a fast enough pace that it tipped her over the edge as well. Just as I was releasing my third and fourth ropes of semen, her fuck tunnel choked my cock with its tightness and tried to drown the pulsing wand with wave after wave of cum; both hers and mine.

There was a lull in our motion, where the only thing still twitching was my rod as it drained all the batter I had stored up into Brittany's hungry, overflowing pussy. 

We fell asleep like that and I woke up a few hours later, rolled on our sides with my dick still stuck in her moist opening. A quick look at my phone told me it was past 3am. I covered us in blankets, still naked, and went back to sleep beside the quietly snoring angel beside me.

Hours later, I awake to knocking on the bedroom door. Anna's voice piped up from the other side and I quickly got dressed, slipping out so she wouldn't look in to see her sister lying naked on the bed. "Hey, Anna."

"I don't know how to make breakfast." She grumbled as she walked away, like that was enough for me to need to make food for her. 

I did my best to chef up breakfast with the limited ingredients we had left last night, and actually came out with something not half bad. It was mostly chopped up, pan fried potato, with some seasoning and vegetables tossed in. Add in another couple strips of crispy bacon and I had a dish that was gobbled down like it was oxygen.

Brittany emerged from the bedroom to find the three of us, Charlie, Anna, and me, sitting on the couch and watching TV with our breakfast bowls. "I left you some breakfast on the stove." 

"I'm not that hungry, thanks." She smiled at me and kissed Anna on the head. "Good morning, sweetheart."

"Morning." Anna was already tuned out, plowing through her breakfast and attentively watching the TV.

Brittany motioned for me to follow her and we walked side by side to the kitchen. "Good morning." She whispered, kissing me. 

"Good morning." I kissed her back and wrapped my arms around her. 

"Do you have to go?" She asked weakly, melting in my arms as I held her, safe and strong. 

"I do, I have work in an hour and I still need a shower."

"Shower here! With me!" She perked up. 

"I need a real shower, Brittany. One where I come out clean, not dirty." I kissed her forehead and she grumbled something about me being stupid under her breath.

I opened the front door and stepped out, kissing her once more before taking off down the driveway. 

"Tomorrow night, dinner, Olive Garden." She shouted at me, a hopeful twinkle in her eye. 

I turned around and bowed to her with a smile. "I'll pick you up at 7." 

Leaning against the doorframe with a giddy smile on her face, Brittany waved me goodbye and I began the long walk to the bus stop. 

I swear that stupid grin didn't leave my face until I finally fell asleep that night, dreaming about the bright and beautiful future of Brittany and me.



Playing With Brittany Ch. 03



Authors note: This chapter was originally going to be omitted because I liked the way the second chapter concluded, and didn't plan on writing an extension for another couple months, if at all. Keep that in mind; this chapter exists solely because you asked for it. Good job, everyone. And thank you so much for your kind words. 

Enjoy. 

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"Truth or dare?"

"Excuse me?" Her sentence jerked me from the intense buttering of my bread, to which I was adding the final touches.

"You heard me." Thinking she was sly, my girlfriend slowly traced her toes up my leg. She threw me a cocky head bob with her sentence. 

"Here?" 

"I think it's fitting, don't you?"

"How so?"

"Well, it's basically how we met, and it's an adorable story."

"So that means..."

"It means that our one year anniversary is a perfect night to revive the fire."

"Your fire stopped burning?" I was appalled. 

"Of course not, baby. You know I can't resist that big ole cock of yours." She bit her lower lip as she dug her foot against my crotch, all while with an innocent inquiry in her eyes. "What do you say? Up for a little competition?"

I simply nodded in response, biting my bread in half in a single bite. "Is this simply a competition? I smell an ulterior motive, sweetie." 

"There may or may not be some questions I want answered, and some things that I want to make sure happen this evening." There was a tone in her voice that you'd hear somebody use when they're setting up ground rules for hide-and-go-seek.

With my agreement in tow, the game started before our appetizers had even arrived. "Like I said earlier; truth or dare?" Brittany was sitting with her hands folded in front of her. The dress she had chosen for this evening was a spectacular shade of red, brightly complimenting her new hair colour. 

Since we'd started dating a year ago, Brittany decided to change up her hair style to signify her changing lifestyle. Her commitment to me was evident in the changing from the cold, icy blue to the warm and luscious bright pink bubblegum hue. 

Instead of having a streak of red off to the side, it had been replaced by a dark, demanding yellow. The cotton candy colour of her hair never got tiring to look at, and I loved it through the many transformations it had endured in the last year. 

She was blue and orange for a while, then purple and green (not a fan favourite), then half white and half red. The last one was the hardest to get used to, but eventually all of them seemed to fit her bouncy, charismatic spirit. 

Right now the two of us were sitting in an Italian restaurant called Fettuci's. It was expertly decorated, with fancy chandeliers dangling from the roof and wallpaper that gave it an exotic, yet inviting feel. Our table was dotted in the center with a bright tea candle, casting dancing shadows around Brittany's calming smile. 

"I pick truth."

"Good, I was hoping you would." Brittany blew me an air kiss and arranged her bra before addressing my request for truth. In the few seconds that she spent adjusting her brassier, I had already gotten myself lost in the cleavage her red dress was presenting. 

Bright red was a fantastic choice to contrast against her creamy, white skin. The twin mounds were being tightly compact into a lace bra that I had insisted she wear. Even after a year of having the same two tits to play with, I was still far from bored with them. 

"Would you have come over that night if I wasn't such a well-known slut?" Bluntly stating things like that in public is how we've gotten barred from a few establishments. That, coupled with the continuing instances of being caught fucking in the restroom. 

What can I say, sometimes the urge just gets you.

"Yes, I would've come over. I still would've tried to get you into bed, but maybe not as quickly." I kissed her hand and she smiled sheepishly at me. "Truth or dare, baby." 

"Truth."

"I thought you'd pick dare, pussy." I winked at her.

"Hush, darling. The owner likes us here, let's not blow it." She patted my hand and gave me a condescending pout. 

"Fine, Mrs. Impatient. When you invited me over, did you plan on letting me take advantage of that gloriously addictive butt you're always swaying around?"

"Not at first. I knew I had wanted to try anal for a few weeks, and once I saw that delicious cock I was sold. Plus, I didn't think I'd have to try very hard to convince you." The teasing that was always flying between us had become constant, a trait that had made our relationship solid from the start. If you can't laugh at yourself, then you're the real joke. 

"You pick now." She instructed me. 

"Um...Dare." I wanted to spice things up, and knew she would have something up her sleeve that would add excitement to our evening. 

"I dare you to take me in the bathroom and fuck me like the cheap slut I am."

"Jesus Christ, Brittany. Here?"

She stood up from the table and spun around, purposefully swaying her hips and making me salivate as I fantasized about the damage I wanted to do to her beautiful ass. There weren't many options laid out for me. I could either stay here, letting my girlfriend wait for me, or I could man up and follow her to fuck her like the cheap slut she is.

Her words, not mine.

Since the first time that Brittany and I had sex, we'd gotten more in tune with each other while we thoroughly explored each other. I had become an expert in the field of making Brittany squirt like a fountain, and she had become very adept at bring me to teeth chattering orgasms every time we played with each other.

Getting my anxiety under control, I followed my bubblegum girl to the restrooms and slipped into the ladies's room. She was there waiting for me, leaning against the stall door and beckoning for me to take her into the privacy of the closed door.

I latched the door and scrambled to get Brittany as naked as I could, as fast as I could. Our sex was so on point, so technical, that we often didn't need to even speak to each other. One of us simply took lead, and the other followed. 

This time I was making sure I was in charge, directing Brittany to face the wall behind her while she bent down. Her dress slid over the bulge of her ass and she wiggled her buns in my face. I pecked little kisses over the mounds she was fluttering for me, making her cheeks shake and bump against each other. 

Her black, cotton panties were hooked under my thumbs. With a swift tug, I lowered the thin piece of clothing and spread her meaty butt cheeks apart. Her peach was winking at me, sparkling with premature wetness. "Oh god, don't fucking tease me."

I could see her pussy clenching as she forced the words out, fists balled up as she poked her ass back at me. No help was necessary to get me to proceed with my foreplay. Or rather, however much foreplay could be fit into this tiny, green stall. 

We were the only two into the bathroom, so Brittany was free to let out a couple timid squeaks the first time I entered her. My fingers, first slick with spit, were now shoved deep up to the third knuckle in her vagina. The tight, sweltering heat of her kitten was compressing my fingers. 

Without having to tell her, she reached back and held her bum open for me so I wouldn't have to poke around looking for her opening. She wanted me in as soon as possible, and I could tell. I traced the tip of my penis around her dripping slit.

Pushing forward an inch lodged my cock head in the entrance of Brittany's pussy, forcing her to slam her hips back against me just so she wouldn't have to wait for me to bottom out in her. "That's it, right there." The sucking feeling that was surrounding my shaft was nearly pushing be over the edge already.

Sinking balls deep between her wet lips was a feeling I had never felt matched. It was like Brittany had moulded her insides to fit perfectly to my cock, and she felt eternally empty unless I was filling her. 

The small bathroom was echoing with the sounds of our sex, punctuated by the occasional moan by the female half of our duo. "Fuck, fuck, yes right there, hold me there." I was keeping Brittany suspended on her toes, slamming into her so hard that she was being lifted off the ground every time I drove my cock home.

If it was possible to bruise a girl's cervix, then Brittany's was, without a doubt, perpetually sore. Every time I felt my hips slap against her ass, I was also treated to the sensation of bashing my dick into her deepest reaches. 

At the angle I was holding her, my arms wrapped around her stomach to keep her from falling away from me, it was easy to tell when I would hammer my engorged knob against her g-spot. Her breath sucked in, toes curled, and fingers wedged into my arms.

With her mouth agape, and breasts ready to spill from her lowered top, Brittany managed to brace herself upon the wall with one arm. The other still stayed attached to mine, holding herself close to the bear hug I was employing to secure the perfect angle to pummel her spongy g-spot. 

Time and time again the head of my cock would forcefully make its way directly into her inner pleasure button, and every time she would respond with the same breathy moan. Rather than bracing the weight of our joined bodies against the wall, Brittany moved her arm between her legs.

It wasn't long before I felt her fingers tickling the underside of my cock. In an effort to massage her clit and bring her orgasm rushing on, her fingers danced in circles around her throbbing switch, throwing her into overdrive. 

There wasn't much time before I knew she would throw her inhibitions away and began raising her voice, as she typically does when she's close to cumming. Taking charge, I spun us around and braced my back against the wall of the stall, keeping the door on my left.

Now that Brittany no longer had to hold us up, she was savagely slamming her hips back and making sure to gobble up every inch of my pulsing cock. New life found its way into her fingertips and she used her second wind to speed up the rapid circling of her button, timing her wide rotations with the constant bouncing of her ass.

The thick, juicy cheeks were slapping against my stomach and rippling like somebody was throwing stones in a cream coloured pond. I would only have a second to see my dick slide out of her grasp, keeping the tip locked inside, until Brittany would let her weight drop and sink my boner back into the hot, sticky surroundings of her muffin.

Moist, buttery cream was churning in her tunnel. Cream that I knew was being made thicker with every long stroke of my cock. "Baby, I'm gonna-."

"I know, I can tell." She had her head balanced against the wall in front of us, trying to retreat into the recesses of her mind and block out everything except her impending orgasm. "You swell up when you're close. Fuck, right there, yes! And right now, oh god, you're bigger than usual."

She was right; I was balancing on the borderline of cumming and not. It was a dangerous game, and I knew it wouldn't be long until she was pumped with all the gooey batter my balls were managing to concoct for her. It was all for her, and she knew it. 

"Yeah baby, I'm your whore. Fill me, fill-what the fuck was that?" Brittany stopped her chanting short when the sound of a creaky hinge snapped us from our oasis of lust. We both heard it, but I had written it off in hopes that I was just imagining things.

Two girls, sounding like they were in their late thirties, walked into the bathroom while chatting away like a moment of silence would've killed them completely. 

"So, Tara said that Tiffany said she couldn't keep hanging out with Brian if they were gonna all stay friends with Kevin." I think one of them had black hair, and an accent that sounded vaguely New Jerseyan. 

My attention was jerked away from their annoying voices and back to the constricting that Brittany's vagina was doing around my cock. She'd brought me close enough to my breaking point that I knew it was too late to calm the coming storm. 

"I can't stop it, Brittany." I whispered harshly in her ear. She simply nodded enthusiastically, not concerned with the fact that we had two new guests in the restroom with us. 

I squeezed her breasts with intensity and nearly bruised the two fluffy cakes. Biting into her shoulder helped quell the screams I was keeping in my stomach, while I squarely secured my hand over her mouth. Only I could hear her squeaks and stifled whispers, which sounded an awful lot like her orgasmic grunts. 

All at once, our orgasms matched each other in timing and intensity. Even my toes were tingling as I dumped one, two, three ropes of cum into Brittany's greedy pussy. I knew she would try and hold on to my load for the rest of the day, savouring the way it felt to have my sperm sloshing around her tummy. 

Nothing drew the semen from my balls as well as the warm, gooey bottom on Brittany's peach. I never came as much as I did when I was inside of her, irrelevant of which tight, eager hole I was filling. For thirty agonizingly slow seconds, I dumped the full contents of my balls into her awaiting pussy.

A relief of pure euphoria crossed Brittany's face as she felt her insides fill up, even when I started letting my cock slide out a few inches. I pushed back down to the bottom of her vice-grip vagina and felt the syrupy mixture of my sticky and her own honey marinating my shaft, swimming in her wetness.

This rush of release she felt went hand in hand with her own orgasm, still riding out the last waves of pleasure and biting down on my hand so the two girls outside our stall wouldn't hear us. Finally finished with our incredibly gratifying climaxes, we got redressed and prepared to exit the stall as soon as we could. 

Peering through the crack between the door and the frame, we saw the two girls still applying makeup. A little grumble emitted from Brittany and I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug, kissing the back of her neck. "What's wrong, cutie?" Her hair was tickling my nose with little wisps of pink needles, but I didn't mind.

Her hair always smelt exactly how it looked, something she'd been trying to keep up for about six months now. That's three haircuts, by the way. First, she had sent away for a bubblegum scented shampoo from Mexico. It smelt incredible, but she made sure to switch the day there was a news expose on the company that sold her brand of shampoo.

I won't tell you what was wrong with it, but chances are whatever you're picturing is probably right. Gross, huh?

Anyway, she'd recently been swapping back and forth every week between lily flower, and pink lady apple. Today she'd chosen apple, knowing it was my favourite. "You smell decadent." I kissed the top of her head and she giggled into my arm, silencing the sound.

"I don't care how good I smell, I want out of this damn bathroom. You know I skipped lunch today to eat here, dammit. I want to stuff my face with that free bread." She was impatiently tapping her foot waiting for the girls to finish their primping, but it looked like they were almost done. To be fair I'm not quite sure if they were close to being done, I'm hardly a makeup expert.

"Happy anniversary, handsome." She reached her hand back and wrapped it around the back of my neck, massaging it firmly.

I kissed her shoulder and tightened my grip around her waist, to which she responded with a happy flutter of breath. "Happy anniversary, beautiful." 

Finally, the two girls exited the bathroom and gave Brittany enough time to dash to the door and check to see if anybody would notice me walking out. She waved me through, and we crept back to our table. It was a good thing the restaurant was filling up so quickly; our waiter hadn't even had time to visit our table with our drinks yet.

"Was that risky, or what?" Brittany was laughing to herself, relishing the joy of not being caught getting railed in a washroom stall. 

"So risky that we shouldn't keep doing it." I jabbed my fork at her playfully and she swatted it away with her knife. I dropped my weapon and surrendered to her. 

"If I dare you at knifepoint, you'll do anything." 

"I think that's more of a threat than a dare, Brittany. Does this mean our game is still going?" 

"You tell me." Her eyes were telling me there was only one answer. 

Mulling it over brought one thing to my mind, I just had to hope Brittany picked the right choice. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." She chirped. 

"Tell me something about you that I don't know."

She thought hard about her answer, but seemed disappointed she couldn't think of anything. "That's not fair! We've been together for a year, I can't even think of anything you don't know about me." 

Even through her excuses, she was still trying to think of a reply. With her lively pink hair shouting at me for attention, I became lost in the infinite strands of candy floss. 

I loved noticing the little things she did when she didn't know she was being watched. Like right now, her lips were pursed and tucked under her teeth, the same way they always do when she thinks too hard. Finally, she came out of her thought coma.

There was a look on her face I didn't see very often: nervousness. Yes, I still got butterflies in my gut when I was with her from time to time. But after dating for a year, I had expected that all the secrets between us had already been spilled. 

"I want to be a mom." Her head had been tiled down until this point, and when she looked up at me it was with hopeful eyes.

"Now?" My heart was poised to catch in my throat, and I'm sure Brittany noticed it. I had always considered myself to be the kind of person who would be good at raising kids, but hadn't thought about it seriously yet. One thing I did know for certain was that I had no interest at having a kid when I was fresh out of high school.

"Not now, not even anytime soon. Eventually, I mean." She sipped her water and chewed in a piece of ice, cracking it beneath her teeth. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"I wasn't scared."

"Liar." Brittany winked at me and settled my racing heart a bit. "I just meant that I can see myself being a mother. I'm still taking my birth control, promise." With a kiss blown in my direction, I was calmed entirely. 

There was never and awkward silence between the two of us; instead, it felt more like a quiet lull that perfectly captured how in touch with each other we were. We didn't need to run our mouths all the time, sometimes it was enough to just sit and enjoy the other person's company. 

Our waiter, Maurice, approached the table and apologized for taking so long. It was a busy night for the small restaurant, and most of the tables had been filled since we'd left for the bathroom. Lucky for us, everyone seemed too absorbed in their date night to notice we had ever left. 

"Sorry I had to drop water off and leave so quickly, but we're absolutely swamped tonight." I could see the urgency in his furrowed brow. "How are you two? We haven't seen you in weeks!"

"We've been busy, but made time for-."

"For your anniversary." Maurice interrupted me. I'm not going to lie, I was stunned he remembered. 

"Damn, Maurice, you're on point." I complimented him knowing that it would carry a lot of weight having somebody be nice to him on such a stressful evening.

"I think Brittany would want a burger for dinner, don't you agree?" I eyeballed Brittany and she grinned happily. 

"Good call, baby. And he will have the..." Brittany rummaged through the menu, lips pursed and tucked in like I knew they would be. "Oh! He'll have tilapia filet!"

"Wonderful choice, ma'am." Maurice had let a smile spread across his face. He had been our waiter when we'd first come here exactly one year ago, the evening after I stayed at her house overnight. Olive Garden had been fully booked, so we went to the closest Italian eatery Brittany could find on her phone.




Playing With Brittany Ch. 03



We'd been regulars at Fettuci's ever since, and most of the staff had gotten used to our ordering system. Since Brittany was always indecisive when it came to picking for herself, but was a professional at ordering for other people, we'd decided that we would order for each other whenever we went out for dinner.

It became a regular thing to have Maurice as our server, to the point where we actively requested him when we made reservations. 

We thanked him and Maurice scurried off with our orders, dodging the chairs in his path with the agility of a fox. 

Our conversation erupted into the usual banter; I'd make fun of her, she'd kick me under the table, leave her foot between my legs and grind her toes into my balls with gentle force. Getting me hard was one of her favourite pastimes, only surpassed by her infatuation with fixing the throbbing problem she'd caused in my pants. 

You know, the usual banter.

I knew she was getting me ready for something, teasing me with a small preview of the action to follow. 

I asked how her day was, she told me. Back and forth trading stories of our days at work until I noticed my stomach starting to grumble. We sat quietly for a minute before I raised a topic I was afraid could head south rather fast if I didn't handle it properly. "How's your Mom doing?"

"She keeps coming home less and less." She couldn't make eye contact with me. Not out of shame, or guilt, but out of fear that training her eyes on anything other than her cutlery would send her into tears.

Over the past year she'd been growing distant with Brittany and her siblings, pushing the weight of the family on her eldest daughter's shoulders. 

"I wouldn't have made it without you." Finally, she looked up at me. There was a soft spark dimming in her eye, but it held on just long enough for me to catch it. "Charlie and Anna love you, and I really don't think I could've handled the pressure if you didn't help me look after them."

"That's what I'm here for." I beamed at her and she returned my ecstatic grin by blowing me a kiss. 

"Speaking of being here, I might not be in a while." She started, her voice lowering an octave and telling me she was approaching another sensitive topic. "I got in."

"You're serious?" My reaction was a healthy mix of fear and joy. 

A few months ago Brittany had applied for university, but was doubtful she'd get in since the competition for the field she wanted to enter (psychology) was so incredibly intense in the school she'd chosen.

"Yeah, I am." Brittany was blushing a shade reminiscent of her hair, trying desperately to hide her excitement. 

"Baby, that's amazing." I held her hand across the table and she tensed up at my touch. "What's wrong?" 

"What does that mean for us?" 

"What do you mean?"

"Nathan, my campus is four hours away from here. We won't get to see each other." Now the excitement in her voice had fallen away to reveal the uneasiness she was hiding. All the chirping in the background was dialed down, leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

Of course I didn't want to lose her, but I didn't know if I would be able to go months at a time without seeing her. "We'll make it." I promised her, squeezing her hands gingerly but still getting the same withheld demeanor she was putting up.

"How? Hell, when I go a week without seeing you it crushes me." 

"I'll drive out any time I have the chance, I promise."

"Really?" 

"Only if you can guarantee me a bed." I winked at her. 

"I don't think my roommate is gonna be too happy with us, but you won't even be allowed out of my room to meet her." Finally, a contagious smile etched its way to her lips and gave her no option but to smile. 

"And why's that?"

"I'm not gonna let you out of my bed the whole time you visit."

"That sounds like a deal to me." 

The perks of dining at the same restaurant so many times were plentiful, but it's fair to say that the best one, by far, has got to be the rush. By rush I mean that the chef, Ronald, would be alerted when we were eating there and would demand his crew prep our meals with lightning speed.

We had met him a couple times, and he had always been so over warmingly welcome, we felt like jerks in comparison.

The rush order must've been put in tonight with extra emphasis, because our meal was already on the way over to us. 

"Here you go, guys." Maurice lowered the two plates in front of us and laughed gleefully when our heads started spinning from the incredibly strong smell coming from the dishes. "Ronald says enjoy."

"Tell him we love it already."

"Oh, my friend, he knows." Maurice patted me on the shoulder and waved over to one of her coworkers. 

We turned to see a balding man rounding the corner with two tall, bubbly glasses balancing on a silver tray. The server carrying the platter of champagne glasses was named Armano, a man we had only ever seen smile when he laughed at his own jokes. On this occasion, however, he was sporting a wide, toothy grin.

"Oh, Maurice that's so sweet, thank you." Brittany was cooing in a cheerful tone. 

"It's our pleasure, ma'am. Complimentary wine for two of our favourite customers." He and Armano bowed and shuffled off, muttering to each other in Italian. 

Our table devolved into a level of silence rarely heard by most couples. I knew Brittany had been waiting all day to eat, and wouldn't dare interrupt her during her moment of euphoria. After devouring half her burger, taking time to breathe, and downing a third of her drink, my hungry girl was ready to talk.

"You okay, baby?" I poked fun at her, savouring the explosively powerful flavour of my tilapia. 

"Goddamn, I love this place."

"Why insist on coming to an Italian restaurant if you're gonna get a burger?"

"Ronald makes a damn good burger, and he only makes them here. That's reason enough for me to keep coming back here." She was sucking ketchup off her pinky with adorable intensity. Now that she had settled the gurgling in her stomach, I wondered if we were going to restart our game.

Without letting me hold on to that question for more than a couple seconds, Brittany snapped me from my day dream/food coma combination. 

"Truth or dare?" She flung a fry into her mouth and bit into it, letting the fried potato straw split between her teeth. 

"Truth." I answered.

I don't know if you ever had somebody put you on the spot with eternal commitment when you were 18, but it looks something like this...

"How far do you see our relationship going?" She crunched another crispy fry, acting like she'd asked me what my favourite brand of jam was. 

"That's not really a fair question, is it?" My eating had slowed to a near crawl, like I knew my stomach would reject any more food. I felt sick, and didn't know why Brittany was confronting me like this.

"It's just a question, sweetheart. I don't want you actually considering it."

"With that in mind, I guess I'll get rid of you when you have to start taking your teeth out for blowjobs." 

"Hmm, I don't have a great dentist."

"You didn't fill out the Dental Care section on the application to date me?" 

"They told me not to bother filling it out when there was only one applicant."

I made a face like I'd been seriously hurt, but took all her comments with a grain of salt and a peck on the lips. Most people might not have noticed the dribble of saliva in the corner of their girlfriend's mouth, but over the past 12 months I had become very skilled at telling when she was in the mood to blow me. 

"Truth or dare."

"Dare." She jabbed the words at me before I had a chance to finish the bite of fish I took when I closed my sentence. 

"Do I really have to tell you what your dare is?" I raised an eyebrow at her and she blushed, shaking her head vigorously. 

"Right now?" She squeaked in a high pitched, nervous tone. I nodded my head, indicating it was time for her to swallow her pride, and a whole lot more along with it.

With her meal mostly finished, Brittany had no problem giving up early and skipping right to dessert. She ducked under the long, flowing tablecloth and hid herself from view.

Only I was aware of the seductive dance that was taking place under the white, linen table covering. With my dick already fished out of my pants, Brittany was working tirelessly to stroke the semi hard on I had up to a full-fledged raging erection. 

The reward for her efforts, or what some might call "work", was a long, throbbing cock. Bursting at the seams to be inside any of her tight, inviting holes. At this point I didn't care which tunnel I was burrowed in, I just wanted to cum.

Nobody was better at that feat than Brittany. She was an incredible blowjob artist, and she knew it. 

Thankfully, she was also a very generous person and was always keen to bruise her throat with the bulbous head of my dick.

Her tiny hands took a grip around the base, smoothing out the skin up to the tip and spitting on the inflated, pink head. The bubbly spit acted like lube as she continually drove her clenched fist over the glistening crown and tightly stuck to the length of my pole, stroking her fist up and down through the slick, sticky saliva she was dripping down onto my cock.

I didn't have to wait long to feel the warmth of her expertly trained mouth wrap around me, gobbling up half of my dong in one greedy head bob. Her jaw opened widen, accommodating for the extra meat she still had to deal with. 

Like a soldier she trudged on, sliding one inch after another down her gullet, constricting and squeezing until her chin was digging against my balls. I bit down on my lower lip to stop myself from crying out in ecstasy as I felt her gag around my pulsating member. 

Maurice is nothing if not an attentive man, and as so he always knows when we're finished with our food and is prompt to take it away. I would've given anything to have a valid excuse to tell him to just leave me alone, but nothing sprung to mind.

"Are you two all finished here?" He gleamed with a chipper attitude. 

"Yes, we are." I choked out the last word, but almost had my voice catch in my throat when Brittany shoved her tongue against the bottom of my dick, flattening the spongy, sensitive head directly against the squishy back of her throat. 

"Splendid." Our faithful server bent down to pick up our dishes and I nearly had a heart attack thinking he would hear the sounds of Brittany slurping my cock under the table.

I barely made it through the short conversation without busting my load, but Brittany was such a master of controlling my orgasm that I knew it wouldn't come until she wanted it to. 

Maurice shuffled off with our plates, providing Brittany with the only green light she needed to finish off what she'd so bravely started. She maintained her place on the throne of deepthroat stardom by sinking my cock to the root in her gurgling, sticky throat, with one hard push.

The gag reflex I triggered served only to enhance the compression her throat muscles had on my cock, effectively bear hugging my rock hard shaft as she pulled her face away from my crotch. Little gasps and coughs chimed from below the table, but my girl was quick to stifle them with her hand.

All the while she was keeping a firm hold on my cock with her other hand, maintaining the momentum achieved by her extensive throatjob. She was successful in lathering my pole with her gooey throat juices. Long, dripping strands of spit were trailing from her tiny clenched fist down to my balls. 

I could hear her whispering "more" to herself over and over again under the tablecloth, quietly begging me to hold on until she could sedate the itch in her throat. To be honest, I was at her mercy. She'd learned that if she wanted to make me cum, there was nothing I could ever do to stop her.

And, come on, why the hell would I?

With a deep breath and a reassuring head nod, Brittany fit her lips around the shiny, purple knob and proceeded to dip and raise her head until she'd worked into a steady rhythm. Her eyes closed and it became second nature for her, repeating the same pattern continually bringing herself close to gagging depth.

The mucky, bubbly spit collecting in her mouth had already completely lathered itself over my cock. Even my balls, currently being pulled on by her agile fingers, had been coated in the slippery lubrication. The pounding she was giving her throat was unforgiving; it felt like she was using my cock to punish her larynx with as much force as she could muster. 

The bulging of her throat walls was kneading my cock like expertly skilled tools. I couldn't last much longer in the air tight sealed oven I was trapped in. Dripping, tight suction was massaging my throbbing erection. Her fingers still kept up their pattern of spiraling around my balls and tugging on them like juicy, round fruit. 

With wicked efficiency, Brittany brought the honey in my nuts to a boiling point from which there was no returning. 

She waited patiently for me to check around for anybody approaching our table, and didn't push me over the edge until I patted her on the head to let her know the coast was clear. Like I had just released a tigress in heat, Brittany wrapped both hands around my cock and jerked it with her mouth sealed around the gleaming bulb at the end of her toy. 

Her tongue swirled around the engorged helmet like a blender, slurping up all the saliva she had drooled over my rod. The signs of my orgasm are easy for Brittany to spot, and she knows just how to manipulate me when she does. 

Like a mosquito, she made sure her lips were vacuum tight around my cock before diving down and engulfing half of it like it was effortless. With her extremely tight grip around my shaft, she bobbed her head in perfect succession until she felt the first dribbles of cum dancing on her tongue.

Sometimes Brittany loves to swallow, says that she really enjoys the taste and the warmth of it sliding down her throat. But sometimes, even rarer times, she wants to have her face painted white.

This was one of those times. 

By the time the first stream of cum rocketed from the tip of my cock, Brittany had already moved back, ready and waiting to accept her pearly gift. That first blast stretched up from her chin, where it was collecting and forming a small pool, over her mouth and up to her nose. The second was just as strong, splattering her cheek with one focused stream and spraying little specks into her eyes, forcing her to shut them.

With her eyes now closed, she was blind to see where she was aiming the spouting hose. A fourth, then a fifth rope, were fired in two broken up bursts down her cheek. Reaching from just under her eye, down over her nose and finally dumping whatever dribbled remained into her mouth.

Gargling and swallowing all the sticky, warm cum that was collected in her mouth, along with anything she could reach with her tongue or scoop of with her finger, Brittany happily let out a deep sigh. 

I passed her a napkin under the table. After cleaning up, she rose from below on my signal and took her seat again. A little dab of cum was stuck on her finger, and she teased me by slowly sucking it off. 

"Are you full yet?" I questioned her, stealthily zipping up my pants and redoing my belt. 

"If you're asking if I want more cum, the answer is always yes." She batted her eyelashes playfully. "But in terms of food, I think we need to get the bill, get the fuck out of here, and get you in my ass."

I didn't get my hopes up; she jokes about anal a lot but that didn't mean I would get it.

Like clockwork, Maurice appeared at our table with our cheque. "I heard somebody say cheque." Brittany was red in the face.

"What else did you hear?" She whimpered.

"Nothing more, ma'am." He winked at me. "You two have a great night." 

Brittany sighed loudly. "He heard, god dammit." 

Letting her pout to herself, I paid the bill in cash like I always do. Maurice has gotten used to our cash preference, and had started just dropping off the bill and leaving so we wouldn't hold him up if it was busy.

"He hears stuff like that all the time." I kissed her hand and she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but it's never been about MY ass before." She grumbled as she rose from her seat.

We strolled from the restaurant like we weren't chomping at the bit to fuck each other's brains out. Her hand in mine helped quell the anxiousness I had, but I knew either way I had to get her home to bed. Nobody was home at my house, so we had the home all to ourselves. 

"I wish we'd gotten dessert." She remarked.

"Sweetheart, you have a creampie waiting for you at home, remember?" I teased her, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her into a hug and kissing her neck. 

"That's so corny." She slapped me and skipped away from me. We reached the car and climbed inside, not making it out of the parking lot before she piped up from the passenger seat. "I was serious about earlier."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, my kitten is awfully sore from earlier, you pounded the stuffing out of me."

"No, I pounded the stuffing into you." Sex jokes; my favourite.

"That's true, and I can still feel it sloshing around in there." She patted her panties and rubbed her fingers against her clit over the clothes. "But I meant about anal. My bum is primed and ready for you."

"Brittany, are you sure?" 

"It's been too long, I need you to loosen me up like I used to be."

She was right, she'd gone through a phase about six months ago where she wanted to see if she could do nothing but anal for three weeks, calling it her "buttslut phase". Don't get me wrong, it was heaven for me. Though I think by the end she was starting to feel the effects of having her ass rammed every day, occasionally multiple times a day.

"Okay, baby, I'll loosen you." I kissed her hand and she rolled her eyes again.

"My butt-fucking hero." She smiled.

True love, people. It's just the grandest.



Playing with Brother



I huffed out a breath of disappointment at having my wonderful dream interrupted by the phone. I stood up just as the machine kicked on. 

"Lex, it's me, come open the door." My brother's voice spoke out of the machine.

I rubbed my eyes sleepily and walked towards the door. I opened the door to find my older brother standing there with a box in his hands. He pushed past me, followed by two of his friends also with boxes in hand. I search my memory; my mother had said something about my brother when she left on Friday. Then it hit me, he was moving back home this weekend.

I moved away from the foyer and went up to my room. I decided I wouldn't have the chance to fall back into my dream and decided to relax in the pool for a bit then. I changed into my bathing suit and made my way down the backset of stairs that lead into the kitchen. When I reached the bottom my brother was there grabbing a few beers from the fridge. We didn't speak to each other.

I made my way out to the pool and got onto a raft and pushed away from the side of the pool and just floated. I closed my eyes and tried to fall back to sleep. It didn't work, the sounds of the guys traveled out to the pool area, I opened my eyes to see at least five of them coming out the back door. They sat around a table and kept right on talking and laughing with each other paying no mind to me. So I lay back down on the raft and drifted in the pool.

I guess I fell asleep on the raft because the next thing I know some one is jumping into the pool and I was being splashed with water. I cursed and slid off the raft into the water and went under. When I came back up I was face to face with Tom. He smiled and winked at me before he started to swim some laps. 

I climbed out of the pool and headed into the house to dry off and get changed. While up in my room I look out the window and see Tom swimming. From up here he looks a lot like my dad when he was Tom's age. I've seen the pictures and my dad was very handsome when he was younger, well he still is handsome. 

I start to watch Tom swim laps and marvel at the way he moves in the water. He's slim but built solidly. Solid muscle that is, and from this view of him, it's a very nice build. Like my father Tom has a full head of wavy black hair that he keeps a little longer on top but short on the sides. They both have dark brown eyes and very defined facial features. Mmm and lips that beg to be touched.

I shake the thoughts from my head and finish getting changed. I slip into a pair off old, worn out sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt. I plan on having a nice quite night curled up on the couch watching a movie. A Brad Pitt movie to be exact. A pint of Half-Baked waiting for me in the freezer. Yes a perfect night planned.

When I get down to the entertainment room I pick the DVD out and place it into the machine. The Brad Pitt movie is Legends of the Fall. I head over to the kitchen to grab the ice cream. When I walk in Tom is standing against the counter, with my pint of ice cream in his hand and a spoon sticking out of his mouth. 

"Why are you eating my ice cream?" I try to control the tone of my voice.

"I was hungry and it was there. Never said it was yours." Tom moves the pint around in his hand to simulate looking for a name.

Fine I'll just make popcorn. I go to the cabinet to grab it, but there is none left, there was popcorn left last night. 

"My popcorn too?" I turn to face him, pissed off look on my face.

"The guys wanted it." He shrugs and head out of the room with my ice cream still in his hand

I grab a bag of flavored pretzels and head into the media room to watch the movie. I curl up on the couch and hit play. I'm not even ten minutes into the movie when Tom walks into the room and falls into the lazy chair. He makes a comment under his breath about the movie.

"Well if you don't like it why are you in here? There is a whole house you could be infecting with your presence why must you be here?"

"Wanted to watch a movie."

"You could watch one in your room or another one of the other rooms with movie watching capabilities." I sat up and looked at him. "Why must your ruin the my weekend?"

"Aww and here I thought we were having a good time."

That was it; I had it with his smart-ass comments. I threw a pillow at him. Before I could blink the pillow came flying back at me. With the movie and snacks forgotten a full-fledged pillow fight emerged. With in minutes we were laughing and screaming as we fought on the floor. 

Before we realized it I had Tom pinned on the floor and I was sitting on his chest. I had a couch pillow raised over my head threatening to bring the heavy pillow down hard on his head if he didn't give up. But before I could follow through with my plan he reveres and pushed the pillow back, which knocked me off balance. I wasn't able to rebalance myself before Tom flipped the position and was sitting on top of me.

He didn't give me the chance to give up before hitting me with a pillow. The only problem was I was hit with the zipper and left a small cut above my right eye. Tom panicked as if he hurt me really bad. He pulled his shirt off and used it to apply pressure to the cut, because as any wound to the head it was bleeding more than should be.

Tom removed his shirt from my head and brushed his thumb over the wound. He then surprised me by leaning down and giving me a light kiss on the cut. That kiss left his face only inches from mine. That odd feeling like something is going to happen but you really don't know for sure, suddenly washed over me. It was like we were going to kiss but we both knew it wasn't right.

I guess it didn't matter because in the next moment his lips cam down hard on mine. We were locked in a kiss that had both our bodies responding. The kiss didn't last long, as for the second time that day I was interrupted by the phone ringing. With a groan Tom got up off of me and went to answer it.

The phone was for me. Girl emergency. My friends would be here to get me in twenty minutes. I was thankful that I would be getting away from time for the time being. I needed time to think on things. It was one thing to dream about someone and a very different thing to act out a fantasy. It scared me that those same feelings from a dream could be felt in reality. I excused the feelings off to a long day and the dream and pushed it to the back of my mind as I left for a night out with the girls.

I got home around 2 am. The house was dark and quite. I crept into my room and got changed for bed. As much as I tried to push the events of earlier out of my mind I couldn't. I could feel Tom's lips lightly grazing the cut on my forehead. And when I thought about the kiss we shared my body remembered the feeling and responded. It wanted to feel that way again. Who am I to deny the wants of my body? I gave in.

Tom was sprawled out on his bed in only a pair of boxers and the sheets twisted around his body. I didn't want to wake him so I quietly walked towards his bed and lifted his arm. He rolled over and said something in his sleep. I got into bed next to him, rolled over so my back faced him and fell sound asleep.

The sun coming in through the curtains woke me up. During the night Tom had rolled over and wrapped his arm around my waist and our legs and twisted around each other's. It felt nice so I didn't move my position I just closed my eyes again. Unlike my dream the day before about my father this was real. I was really lying in bed with my brother wrapped around me.

Tom started to wake up. His arm tightened around me and his lips brushed against my ear. "Mmmm you smell nice."

"Tom it's me. Lex."

"I know. You do smell really nice." His lips were on the back of my neck now. Chills went down my spine. "You were in my dreams all night, so this just might be another one of my dreams."

I rolled over to face him. "What were you doing in your dreams with me?"

"A little of this." He kissed me lightly. "And a little of this." He pulled me close up against his body. "And a whole lot of this." He rolled me a bit so I was under him then closed him mouth hard on mine and kissed hot and passionately. 

I responded back by kissing him and wrapping my arms around his back. Things just progressed from there. His moved to spread my legs apart and pressed his growing cock against me. He started to lift my nightgown up to my waist. He hands roamed my legs. 

Slowly we both became undressed and pressed against each other. Tom gave me the option of backing out of what was happening. I turned him down; there was no backing down now. I was aroused and I wanted him in me so very badly. And he didn't let me down. 

Tom slowly slid into me. His movements were slow and tender. His kisses were soft and sweet. Slow movements in and out, light kisses placed over my exposed upper body. Soft moans escaping from my mouth. We went on like this for what felt like forever. 

"Stop teasing me." The words seemed to fall out of my mouth breathlessly.

Tom leaned down and lightly bit my lower lip. He pulled my hands up above my head and pinned them there as he began to move faster in and out of me. My hips rose up to meet his movements. I was moaning louder. Shortly I was nearing my peak. Tom slowed down.

"Not yet." A playful smile curled his lips. And he meant it, moving at a slow and steady pace until I begged.

"Fuck me Tom." I took a few deep breaths. "Make me scream."

That's all I had to say. He pounded into me. I came screaming. It was one of the most amazing orgasms I've ever had. Once I calmed down Tom pulled out and rolled off of me. I grabbed him and pulled him back towards me.

"I'm not done with you yet." I pulled Tom down onto the bed and rolled over on top of him.

I pushed a hard kissed against his lips. I lowered myself down onto him and started to ride. As much as I need to come myself I needed to feel him come inside me even more. Which he did with a moan deep and almost animal like. 

Pulling me down he captured my mouth with his and embracing me with a kiss. Tom trailed the kiss down my neck. I sat up and laughed. I rolled off Tom and ran out of the room. What was I thinking?

Tom caught up to me in the hallway. He grabbed my hand and I pulled it back. I ran into my room and closed the door behind me. This was wrong, so wrong. Yes I've dreamed about my dad. But I never imagined I would be sleeping with my brother. But damn he made me feel amazing. Against my better judgment I threw all the thoughts of wrong doing aside and left my room to find him.

I was going to find Tom and make the best out of this day. One day of living in sin was worth it. I was going back to school tomorrow and this will just be a memory. I ran out of my room naked and wet again for my brother.

"TOM!" No answer. I ran down the steps and called again. Still no answer, the house remained quite. I looked out back; he wasn't in the yard or the pool. I ran to the front of the house, his car was gone. I was deflated. I went back to my room, grabbed my robe and then headed down to get breakfast.

I was just finishing eating when I heard the front door. A minute later Tom walked into the kitchen. He was carrying a paper bag. I placed it on the counter and pulled out a pint of ice cream and a box of popcorn. 

"For you." He smiled.

Without thinking I stood and I untied my robe dropping it to the ground. "For you."

Then as if my dream from the day before had come true Tom opened the ice cream and pushed his finger through it. He walked over to me and held his finger out. I took it into my mouth and sucked the ice cream off.

He pushed his finger through the ice cream once more and brought it to my mouth again. This time he let the ice cream drop and drip down my chest. My nipples responded to the coldness and perked right up. Tom lowered his head and licked the ice cream off my body.

I had it set in my mind to play out my dream. Here in the kitchen with my brother and the pint of ice cream.



Playing with Cindy



a shorty from me. it has the potential for more if anyone shows interest in the back story, or indeed, if you want to know more about David and Cindy. lemme know via PM, email, or PC.

*

Cindy was back. Nine years she'd been gone but there she was, standing right in the living room, dressed to fuck -- our little joke, and wearing that sly smile that had always turned me on.

"Hello, David. Your mother told me about the break up; I'm so, so sorry to hear about it." I could tell by her face that she was lying through her teeth. She wasn't sorry. "I thought I'd pop by, just to see if you're alright. To see if there's anything I can do."

Pop by? I hadn't seen her for nine years. Not a hint of her in all that time.

She took a step towards me, hesitant as though not fully confident she was welcome. Very unlike the Cindy I remembered. Of course she was nine years older, we both were; I was no longer that awkward boy of nineteen, just as she was now in her late forties. She was probably wondering if I still found her attractive, if I still wanted her.

I could smell her scent, the long ago scent of Cindy that invoked so many memories. My cock stiffened quickly in a Pavlovian response. "Cindy?" was all I managed to croak.

She laughed then, a bright, clear sound, a happy, relieved sound. "Yes, David, it's Cindy." She moved closer to me. "Are you pleased to see me?"

"I..." I stammered. "I... It... It's a surprise. You took me by surprise." She laughed again and in a surreal moment noticed her teeth, white against the moist pink of her mouth and the scarlet slash of her lipstick. "God but you're as beautiful as ever," I whispered then. "And I still love you."

Those words cut the laugh in an instant and Cindy suddenly looked very serious. "You still love me?" Tears welled. "You still love me?" she repeated and pressed herself close to me, her body moulding against mine. "Kiss me, baby," she crooned. "Show me how much you love me. Kiss me and then..."

I cut off the rest of her words by grabbing her tightly in my arms and pushing my mouth to hers. There was a momentary pause as Cindy, caught by surprise at my swift assault, recovered enough to return the kiss.

We devoured each other. Each of us groaning and whispering words of love as we kissed hungrily. Cindy growled and fumbled with my belt, eager to have me out in the open.

"Take those clothes off," she panted during a snatched interval in the frenzy of lust. "I want to see you naked. I want to..." She broke off when my erection sprang eagerly into view. "Oh, God," she groaned, staring at the stiffness. "You're hard already. So long and hard... Fuck me. Do it now."

There was no preamble, no foreplay other than that brief, hot kiss. Cindy staggered back to the couch, collapsed into the cushions, and with indecent inelegance hauled her underwear down over her stockinged legs. 

I savoured the sight. Cindy, my glorious Cindy was back. I groaned while drinking in the scene, my eyes roving over every part of her. Her pinned hair, that dirty blonde colour I favoured, was already falling askew. Her lipstick was smudged after that kiss. I paused over her long legs in the sheer grey of those stockings; she possessed an elegant pair of pins to rival any dancer. Her dress was hitched up above her waist exposing her sex, while her fingers moving quickly against that smooth part of her I remembered so fondly.

"Cindy," I moaned and absently stroked my cock.

"Don't wank it," she panted, her eyes bright with desire. "Come and stick it into me. Quickly, I want you inside me. I want to feel you moving inside me."

I fell heavily onto the sofa next to Cindy. "On top of me," I growled. "You ride me. I want to suck your tits while you fuck me."

Cindy scrambled out of the seat. She climbed across my lap and straddled me. While she reached down to hold my waggling cock upright I hastily unbuttoned the front of her dress. Her unfettered breasts swung into view and I groaned at the sight of those old friends.

"Beautiful," I sighed. "Oh, Cindy... You're so beautiful. So sexy."

"You're beautiful too," Cindy returned. "I'm so glad I came to see you. Now," Cindy mushed the head of my cock against her opening. "Now, let me slide down over you..." She gasped as the bulb penetrated her. "That's divine," she murmured and pressed her face against my shoulder.

I could only sigh in response as I experienced that hot grip of her body as she took more and more of my length. She was sodden, obviously aroused with the anticipation long before we'd even touched: I could plainly hear the squelch as we began to move together.

"Yes, baby," Cindy moaned. "Fill me with it. It feels divine." I couldn't reply since I had two generous handfuls of Cindy's breasts and was dividing my time between each of her nipples, the teats long and thick in my mouth as I suckled. Cindy lifted her jugs from my grasping fingers and forced them against my face. I continued to nuzzle at her while using my own hands to clasp her buttocks, helping her up and down on my cock. "Suck my tits," Cindy panted. "Yes, that's good, suck them. Suck hard on my tits, honey."

I let Cindy control the tempo; I had no alternative given the way she mashed her breasts into my face as she used my cock for her own gratification. I could feel the urgency of my climax rising, but could only mumble a warning.

Respite came however as Cindy lifted herself off my cock. She stood astride my legs and looked down at me sprawled like a casualty on the furniture.

"From behind," she ordered and strode across the room; a woman with a purpose. "Come on, David," she barked and wiggled her derriere in invitation. "Grab my hips and put it back in. Give Cindy a really good slamming."

"You're bad," I grinned, but moved quickly to obey.

"That's the way," Cindy sighed as I sank balls deep again. She impatiently shrugged the dress off her shoulders, letting the garment slide down her back while her breasts swung heavily. "Maul my tits and fuck me." She was as filthy as I remembered. Even from the start her vocabulary was fished straight from the sewer, and now I think she was even worse.

Cindy was my first -- well, if I'm precise, she was my second -- woman, but that's another story. Out of them all, and there haven't been more than half a dozen, she is by far the filthiest, both in language and in style. The first time I saw her she was dressed provocatively, dressed to fuck, a phrase that became a little joke between us as I mentioned. The things Cindy said and did affected me at the tender age of nineteen. From the moment of my seduction to our tearful parting, she amazed me. Cindy was wild, uninhibited, and free.

Cindy groaned and moaned as we fucked; I would've said 'made love', but we weren't making love, that could come later. This first time together again was urgent, even aggressive, and far too robust to be described as love-making. We rutted, Cindy and I, each taking what we needed from this first coupling in such a long time. I think, looking back, that I was punishing her. Even though she wasn't to blame -- for the ending at least, she was definitely responsible for the beginning, but I was punishing her all the same.

Of course the punishment in this case suited Cindy. The harder I rammed into her; the tighter my grip on her hips and breasts; all of it pushed her closer to her own climax. I knew from experience that when she came the profanity that would spew forth in a vile torrent would take me over into the abyss with her.

That moment wasn't long in the coming.

"You bastard," Cindy moaned and clawed at the unfeeling wall she was using to support herself. "You're going to make me come. Your lovely cock is going to make me piss come..." Her head lolled forward; her hair hung loose now, and Cindy began that low, dark moan that I knew as the precursor to her orgasm. She reached back with one arm and raked her nails along my flank, raising red welts that oozed blood.

All I could do was hold Cindy's waist and slam into her with even more vigorous strokes than before; an act that elicited a wail of delight from my newfound lover.

"Do it," I grunted. "Do it, you bitch," my voice tapered to a groan. 

"I am," Cindy shouted back at me. "I'm... It's... Oh fuck..."

Cindy's arms buckled and I was forced to hold the swaying woman upright with my arms tight around her waist. In that position, my cock buried deep inside her, I let go and surrendered to the surge.

I can't recall how long I held Cindy like that. The intensity of my semen spurting into her stultified my senses. I can only dimly recollect Cindy's sighs as my climax withered, unlike my unyielding cock, and I regained the power of thought.

"Dear God," I muttered, finally releasing Cindy.

"Indeed," my lover intoned. "You missed me then?"

I grinned wryly despite the questions that were already running through my head. "I missed you," I muttered a moment later when the poignancy of our last meeting returned to haunt me and tears threatened.

Cindy, seeing my distress, took my hand and, with a slightly comedic waddle, one hand jammed between her thighs to stem the flow of my seed, led me to the bathroom.

"Let's tidy up," she said gently. "Then we can talk. Things have changed. I'm back..." She looked at me from under her fringe like a shy schoolgirl. "If you want me back of course?"

"Mum..." I stopped, realising my error.

"Cindy," she whispered firmly. "Like this I'm Cindy, remember, as we agreed?"

I nodded and repeated the name, "Cindy." 



Playing with Cindy - The Beginning



The second chapter of Cindy. This piece describes how the affair with my mother [Cindy] began. I found that when I started it that the piece just kept getting longer and longer; until I eventually got sick of it. Thanks to those who looked at it, made suggestions, and helped my with the process. Any errors (and there will be errors) that remain are all mine.

Read, send feedback, and hopefully enjoy.

Her sudden appearance today reminded me of the beginning, the start of our affair, and once again I experienced the confusion synonymous with Cindy. It was after Cindy had left that I felt all those conflicting sentiments rise in me again. I felt the ache of loving her, the slide of guilt, and the acid taste of jealousy. That night I slept fitfully, in doses; snatched sleep snarled with tangled threads of memories and half dreams -- the legacy of her. 

Somewhere just after 2am I gave up, rising from the bed to brew coffee and to think.

I sipped vaguely and studied the old photograph. Years had gone by since I'd hidden the thing away. It had been the return of Cindy that prompted me to liberate the ageing picture from its hiding place.

JULY 1981

I caught my mother on Thursday afternoon. Dad was away, it was his usual two-week stint out in the North Sea oil fields on a platform somewhere between Aberdeen and Norway. The normal pattern meant he left early on a Monday morning and returned thirteen days later. The regular timetable, distance, and remote location of Dad's place of work meant that Mum was pretty much free to conduct her life in any manner she chose. 

Unfortunately for my mother, my timing and geography were less predictable. This led to me discovering her lifestyle choices just as she was straddling John Bevan's cock. There were tears, anger, protests, and shame in the hours that followed.

In those surreal moments immediately following my interruption several things happened. John Bevan exited the scene, my mother wept, and I stared at her nakedness. Even now I can vividly recall the details. 

The image that lingered in my memory was the look of rapture on my mother's face in the moment before she realised I was present. Her expression said it all; she loved riding up and down on that cock. For me, knowing that he had invoked her desire curdled in my guts for months -- long after Cindy's arrival -- and it was partly my need to usurp that man as her lover that led to me being so ardent and robust whenever my mother, or Cindy as she insisted, invited me to her bed.

I can still picture the way John Bevan's cock, sheathed in its condom, slapped back against his belly as my mother rose to her feet. 

"Anna, no," Bevan protested. My mother's body blocked his view and he hadn't seen me at that point. "Get back on," he insisted before his face twisted when he noticed me in the doorway. "Shit!" he blurted. "What..?"

I still grow aroused when I picture my mother's matted pubic bush, the result of her copious outpouring, a phenomenon I would find so exciting when she and I became lovers. The shape of her legs; her breasts; her hair, loose and flowing that afternoon -- all of those images are still clear.

"Oh God... David! What..? What are you doing back? Saturday..." The details of the aborted camping trip weren't important right at that moment. The damage to the tent and the subsequent fight amongst friends were petty compared to this. Of course I now knew why the phone went unanswered when I'd tried in vain to call from Inverness. I'd wanted to let my mother know I was returning early but obviously she'd been busy elsewhere. She sat on the sofa; her knees together and one hand across her breasts. "It isn't..." She broke off then, unable to reasonably deny it was exactly how it looked.

PRESENT DAY

Sitting in my kitchen sipping coffee and awaiting a reluctant dawn, the provocative photo momentarily forgotten, it's easy with the benefit of maturity and hindsight to see that any jealousy I may have felt for my parents' sexual relationship was largely mitigated by the creation of Cindy. I'm sure that being able to switch from Anna to Cindy helped my mother to compartmentalise her two worlds. I found it difficult to separate the two at first; Cindy or Mum. She could pretend, but I knew who I was fucking. The woman writhing and groaning beneath me as I jabbed into her with my cock was still my mother. She could wrap herself in the tinsel and pretence. She could wear those clothes and ooze depravity from every pore as Cindy, but she remained my mother. As the days and weeks passed however, I found I could divide the two identities, and this ability probably helped to avoid all manner of conflict.

Seeing her today was a shock. I wonder why she decided to reappear. Why now? She mentioned the break-up. Irena leaving would open the door for Cindy again, sure, but what else had happened? Dad was still at home, and since he was the primary reason for the end of the affair, that part was puzzling.

JULY 1981

The clarity of those scenes stays with me but the minutes and hours following the discovery are blurred. I remember going up to my room and taking some comfort in the familiar surroundings. The smell of my bed linen, freshly laundered by my mother in anticipation of my return, was soothing. There were the familiar posters on the wall; the objects and souvenirs I'd collected as a child. All the reassuring treasures from a time now most definitely in the past; a time of innocence.

I couldn't get the picture of my mother out of my mind. I kept turning the scene around and around as if the events were on a loop of film; playing, ending, and back to the start, over and over.

One thing I do recall however is the sensation in my belly, deep down there in that special place. I was sexually aroused by what I'd seen. I fought the urge but it was there, sneaky and insidious; I desired my mother.

It was dark when she came to see me. I heard the tentative knock at my door and ignored it. She knocked again, firmly this time as though steeling her resolve. Eventually, after receiving no response, she simply came in.

"David? I can't stand it." I sensed she was close to my bed, no doubt looking down at me with a worried expression. "I've been sitting down there for hours. I..." I heard her voice break but I was determined she'd suffer. "I'm sorry," she sighed. "You shouldn't have seen it. I was stupid to bring him here." She laughed then, though it was a mirthless sound. Then, in an aside to herself, "Not on your own doorstep they say. That's the truth." 

I seized the opportunity. I lifted the dagger of those words and plunged. "You're sorry? Sorry for what?" How dare she come to me after causing me so much pain; so much anger, and so much confusion. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to make her suffer. I pushed the blade deeper. "You're probably only sorry you got caught you..." I fought to find the word. The anger was rising in me now, hot and vicious. "You're a whore, Mum. I caught you fucking that wanker." I was sitting upright now, spitting the poison at her shadowy figure. And then, in what I now see as a petulant outburst, I vented my worst: "And I'm going to be telling Dad when he gets back."

Of course my threat worked. There was a moment of utter silence; Mum was as still as stone. Then, without a word, she left me alone in that dark room.

Guilt came next. I felt guilty for having hurt her. Whatever she'd done I shouldn't have hurt her, but I was just nineteen, what did I know?

"Shit!" The expletive burst in the gloom before I groaned and lay back down, curling into a foetal position. "Shit, shit, shit..." It was a long, troubled night.

The following morning I was up first. I sat in the kitchen absently spooning Frosties into my mouth until I heard sounds from upstairs and experienced the cocktail of emotions swirling again.

"Morning, Mum," I ventured tentatively. I was polite, attempting to make some amends. My mother looked at me with an expression I'd never seen before. "Mum, I..." No response. "Please Mum..."

"Not now, David. I didn't sleep. I'm not strong enough at the moment. Please, whatever you want to say... Later. Not now."

Chastened, I looked down into the cereal bowl. My appetite gone, I pushed my breakfast away while my mother boiled water, rattled the spoon in the cup, and took her tea upstairs.

An hour later I took her a fresh cup. I knocked before entering and she turned to face me when I walked in. It was then, when I saw her face puffy from crying, that one emotion above all the rest bubbled to the surface. I realised then, on that Friday morning, cup in hand, that over everything else I loved her. She was my mother and I loved her.

"I won't tell Dad," I mumbled. "I want you to know that I won't tell him."

The effect was immediate. I saw her face brighten. Her shoulders lifted, and there was even a smile -- albeit wan -- on her face. "Thank you," she murmured and took the cup from my hand. "He doesn't deserve it. He's done nothing to deserve any of this. We'll talk later. Is that all right?" Reluctantly I left my mother sitting in her bed. I wanted to stay and talk to her. I needed to understand why she did what she did, but I left her sipping her tea, the tangled sheets evidence of a night as tortured as my own.

***

"So," my mother opened, "now what?"

Despite wanting to discover the reasons for my mother's behaviour, I now felt awkward. Sitting across from her in the living room there was no preamble at all, she was straight to the point. 

"Uh..." was my inarticulate response.

Mum sighed: "Look, David, you're nineteen; you're not a child so I won't treat you like one." She stared at me from the very spot where John Bevan had been resting his naked arse twenty-four hours earlier. I tried to return her look but failed. "The rights and wrongs don't come into this, David. What it comes down to is your father's away a lot..." she paused then, probably feeling as awkward as I. "He's away for weeks at a time and I... Well, I like sex." She had the courtesy to redden at that point. "There's more to it than that, but the basics are that I like sex and I weakened with John; I let him in."

"Aw, Mum... Bevan? Why Bevan?"

"Would it matter who it was, David? Would it make any difference?"

Her perspicacity was right on the money. Of course it wouldn't make any difference who she was with. For me it would be exactly the same. "No," I muttered. "It wouldn't matter."

"Just so you know, and I may as well be completely honest here, there have been others. John wasn't the first."

"Fucking hell, Mum!" How many was she going to confess to? Did I really want to hear this? I stared at her, my mouth agape.

"I know, I know," she replied, abashed. "I can't help myself. It's like an addiction. Every time your Dad leaves I promise myself that this time I'll be different. And sometimes I manage to behave." She shrugged her shoulders. "Two months, three... But eventually I succumb. There's always a man somewhere who's interested." She became agitated, shifting in her seat and gazing at me with an imploring expression; as though willing me to understand. "There's always some predatory male with an offer of a drink; it's as though they can smell me out. That they know I'll open my legs fo..." She stopped mid-sentence, perhaps embarrassed; perhaps she'd gone too far? "I'm sorry, David, I shouldn't be telling you this much. What must you think of me?"

I couldn't tell her that I understood what those men sensed. I couldn't reveal to her that I'd been aroused by her nakedness when I saw her with Bevan the day before. How could I tell my own mother that her matted pubic bush was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen? And that even now I could feel my cock thickening.

"I love you, Mum," was all I could think of to say. Of course, looking back, it was entirely the right thing to have said.

"Thank you, David," my mother responded, the relief evident in her tone. She obviously didn't realise the spirit in which I'd delivered my declaration. "I love you too, my baby." She stood and opened her arms to me inviting me to embrace. "Oh, David, what a mess," she murmured into my shoulder as we hugged.

I left her then and hurried to my room. Once inside and with indecent haste, I pulled my jeans down to my ankles. I took hold of my erection and tugged at myself. The kaleidoscope of images flashed vividly as I fantasised over my mother and her lovers. I imagined her in all sorts of situations. I pictured her sucking cock; I imagined her on her hands and knees with a man behind fucking into her like a savage. I saw her in my mind's eye with her breasts and face smeared with spunk, and I fervently wished it was my come streaking her body.

It was that thought that sent me into the abyss. My semen spurted in a hot torrent of relief as I imagined my beautiful mother kneeling before me, her mouth open to catch my goo with her tongue.

***

On Saturday, the day I was originally due home from the truncated Scottish adventure, Mum left me alone in the house. She needed to find Bevan, she told me. "I want to see him; I want to tell him it's over and not to bother me again."

I was ambivalent about her decision. On one hand I was jealous of any contact with the man -- of course I couldn't tell my mother that -- but I also wanted her to leave the house so I could indulge myself. During my masturbatory fantasies, of which now there'd been several, I'd driven myself wild with desire at the thought of my mother's underwear. This was the opportunity for a little snooping in her room.

I baulked at the door to my mother's room. It wasn't as though I'd never set foot in the room before, of course I had; the problem now was I was an interloper. I was there with neither her knowledge nor consent. Nevertheless, and with my hands shaking, I entered.

I noticed her bed was neatly made, in contrast to the mess and confusion of my last visit. For some reason I can't explain I avoided the drawer that I knew contained my mother's underclothes, I opted instead for the wardrobe. Perhaps it was because the contents of the cupboard were a mystery to me. I'd never looked inside it before; I hadn't been curious when I was younger, but now things were very different. I'd discovered one sordid secret of my mother's and I wondered what else I might find.

It's important that you realise the place I was in. It was madness on my part for even thinking I would get away with it. As soon as I opened the door I knew that my mother would know I'd been in there. It would be impossible for me to replace the contents in exactly the same order as they were currently, but I hoped that my mother wouldn't recall the order of the wardrobe in any detail. As I said it was madness; that's where I was inside my head; I was reckless and it was folly to even think I'd escape discovery.

I lifted out clothing and placed the piles carefully on the carpet between me and her bed. I could at least attempt to replace the items as I'd found them, but I was determined to make a thorough search. I was certain that there were treasures in here.

I found what I was looking for in an innocuous shoe box; photographs of my mother when she was much younger. She must have been my age in those pictures -- nineteen or twenty? She was beautiful, smiling and obviously happy. In some of the black and white images she was unashamedly naked while in others, and these were the ones I found to be the most arousing, my mother put on a little striptease.

My favourite was the one that showed her lounging along the back seat of what I recognised as Dad's first car. In it my mother was laughing, with her skirt pulled up around her waist, her thighs parted in a careless, casual fashion, and with her tee-shirt hauled up to show her breasts. There was something in that old polaroid that stirred a primordial urge deep in me, something potent enough to drive me to a totally reckless act. I held that candid photo tight and stared at that place between my mother's legs until I could no longer resist the urge.

I rushed to the laundry basket and fished around until I found the prize. I took a pair of my mother's panties back to her bed and held the cloth to my face, sniffing her scent while fanning the photographs across the counterpane. Then -- and my face burns with the shame at the recollection -- I dabbed my tongue at that part of the material that had so recently nestled against her body.

I wrapped the garment around my cock and masturbated. Half a dozen strokes, perhaps ten were all it took. I felt the rush of my semen and my climax exploded in a molten rain. I tried in vain to catch the outpouring with my mother's knickers, but of course the scrap was wholly ineffective against that deluge.

In the immediate wake of my orgasm, in that moment clarity returned, I was mortified to see three dollops of come splashed across the counterpane. I could hardly change my mother's bed; what possible excuse could I give? My stomach gave that sickly slide; I was in trouble.

I gathered up the photographs and put them back in the box. In one further act of recklessness I pocketed my favourite picture, and after replacing the clothing and other odds and ends in the wardrobe, I scuttled like the thief I was back to my own bedroom.

Her call upstairs heralded her return. I didn't answer; I thought that by ignoring her greeting she'd think I'd gone out, perhaps to make amends with Alan following the fracas in Scotland.

I hid in my room, my stomach churning with dread. I could hear her moving throughout the house, and then, finally, she came upstairs and confronted me.

"You've been in my room," she accused after barging in to my bedroom. "I know you've been in there, David. Things have been... disturbed." She glared at me; I shuddered under that accusing stare. I was guilty as hell.

"I..." My face was full of heat with shame.

Something in my expression must have touched her. "What, David?" she asked softly. "What happened? Please, Baby, tell me; I'm trying to understand." She perched on the edge of my bed and stroked my hair. "Did you look in the wardrobe?" There was a pause. "You did, didn't you? You... You found them." I closed my eyes; I was too ashamed to look at her. I cringed at the recollection of those incriminating stains. I implored her silently not to mention them. Anything, let her talk about anything, but please, Lord, don't let her bring up the come splashes. "I know you found the photos, David. They're in a specific order. I know which one you took."

"Yes, Mum," I croaked. My mouth was so dry; I thought my saliva had turned to glue. "I found them. I... I took one."

The questioning was relentless: "Why did you take it?" I only shook my head and squeezed my eyes closed even tighter, willing her to go away. "Did..?" I heard a tremor in her voice and realised that this must be incredibly difficult for her as well. I'd caught her in flagrante delicto only a day or so earlier, and now I'd heaped further embarrassment upon her by invading her personal space and stealing compromising pictures of her. "Did the pictures turn you on, David? Is that why you took that one?"

I stared at her then, my mouth agape. "Mum, I... I mean they're of you. It's wrong to be..." I began to babble in my confusion. "When I saw you with him, with Bevan, and you were naked..." I groaned and covered my face with my hands.

There was a long silence. The interval lengthened to the point that I thought my mother had silently left the room. I uncovered my face and opened my eyes. She was still there however; sat on my bed, looking at me with a strange expression on her face.

"Those photos did turn you on; I know they did." My mother sighed deeply. "Then you know how it is for me, David. That's the same feeling I have when your father's away. Like an addiction, a craving; I've got to have it." She sighed and gave that wan smile. "Is that how it was, Davey? Am I right?" I couldn't answer, the words refused to come. "What did you think when you saw me in those pictures, Davey? How did they make you feel? I know how it feels for me. I have to touch myself. If I don't have a man... then I have to touch myself." Her voice cracked and became a whisper. "Did you touch yourself? " She paused and then added, "I think you did. I found the evidence on my bed."




Playing with Cindy - The Beginning



"Oh, God," I groaned, this was too much. The humiliation of her knowing about my sordid little act was more than I could bear. "Leave me alone, Mum. Please just go. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened to me, but please, just leave me alone."

"We have to sort this out, David." There was a new tone to my mother's voice now. It was sharper, harder. "We have to come to some kind of arrangement. Before your father gets home. If you and I act strange when he gets back... He'll ask all kinds of questions, questions that will be very difficult to answer." She stood and looked down at me, her expression serious and stern. "Fuck it." The expletive startled me, Mum wasn't prone to swearing. "Do you want to see me naked again? Now, right here and now?"

To my astonishment and horror, Mum began to tear at her clothing. "Jesus, Mum! Stop it... Stop it. This is insane."

Despite my pleas, ignoring the look of shock on my face, my mother pulled her jeans down over her hips, pulled the tee-shirt over her head, and unclasped her bra. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear, and with a final, long look at me she calmly asked: "Is this what you want to see?" Her panties joined the pile of clothing on my bedroom carpet.

I think that in the beginning she was merely trying to goad me into some kind of reaction. I believe she was more than likely attempting to bring the whole, sordid business to a conclusion. Her impromptu strip wasn't originally intended to provoke me sexually, but my eventual response surprised her.

I couldn't help myself. I stared at her nakedness and the hunger rose in me. My beautiful mother, naked; oh she was superb. What happened next isn't clear; all I can recall is the burst of lust and the next thing I can remember is that I was standing, with my hands on my mother's body. I was feeling her skin and murmuring soft endearments.

I paused, my hands around my mother's waist. So far she'd said nothing and was standing there simply allowing me to feel her body. My cock was trapped inside my clothing. It was already stiff, even leaking pre-come I was so aroused. I unzipped my jeans and freed my erection. "Mum..." I grunted and lurched for her, attempting to kiss her mouth.

If I hadn't exposed my cock to her in its engorged state, then in all probability my mother would have fended me off and perhaps fled. It's my belief that seeing me in that aroused condition set off her innate desire -- that inherent part of her that overwhelmed her senses and led to her adulterous behaviour behind my father's back. "Good, God, Davey," she gulped. "What a glorious cock." Then, to my delight, my mother stroked my member with her fingers before curling her fist around the shaft. We kissed properly while I resumed exploring the contours of her body with my hands. Her hand caressed me while we kissed. It was a hungry kiss, our tongues delving and twisting. Then, with no prompting from me, my mother broke away and, with an excited gleam in her eye, knelt in front of me.

"Mum..." I repeated, disbelieving what she intended.

"I want to taste you," she whispered and then took the head of my cock into her mouth. The sensation of my mother's lips around my cock was sublime. Her quick tongue caused me to groan. I pushed my fingers into her hair and held her head and began to fuck into her mouth. "No, Davey," she gasped following an over enthusiastic, gag-causing thrust. "Too much, you can't go too deep."

"I want to taste you, Mum. Please let me taste you." I was desperate now, consumed by lust so hot I was growing frantic with desperation.

My mother was enthusiastic. "Yes please," she cried, laying on my bed and opening her thighs to me.

"I... I've never done this before," I admitted, but still settled between my mother's legs.

She held her labia open for me, showing me the scarlet core of her body. "Just here," a fingertip showed me the hood of her clitoris, "right there. Can you see that little pink nub? Lick that, lick it nice and gently to start; I'll tell you what to do." And so I tongued and lapped at my mother's sex, even probing into her opening with first one and then a second finger at her murmured insistence. Emboldened by her sighs, cries, moans, and grunts I grew more confident, sucking her labia into my mouth before replacing my fingers with my tongue. "Oh, God, David... That's divine, Baby. Lick me there. Yes, that's it. Put a finger back inside and tickle me in that place again." My mother's climax caused her body to stiffen alarmingly as she grunted like an animal. I watched in amazement as she writhed and groaned, with the cords in her neck like knife edges, and a rictal grimace on her face. Eventually, when she'd calmed slightly, she wailed: "Put it in," and reached for my penis.

Despite my virginity and lack of experience I knew instinctively what to do. I knelt between my mother's thighs and aimed the bulb of my glans at her. As I fell against her, my mother angled her body until I felt the heat of her close around me.

"Mum..."

"It's okay, Baby," she crooned, seeing my expression and understanding it immediately. "Let mama do it. Let me take you there."

She moved below me, jerking her hips back and forth, creating the most exquisite friction between us. I held my torso away from hers and looked down to the conjunction of our bodies. I couldn't believe the sight. My cock was actually moving in and out of her body. I could see the shaft already glistening with her arousal. I noticed how her breasts jiggled with the sharp movements of my thrusting as I began to move in time with her lead.

"You're so beautiful, Mum," I groaned. "This... I've never done this before... It feels so good, so very good."

"My little virgin boy." She giggled and corrected, "Well, not so little and no longer a virgin. Do you like fucking me? Does it feel nice to be sticking your cock into me?"

"It feels really nice," I replied. "I like it a lot."

She increased the tempo then. Lifting her hips from the bed to take me deeper into her body her expression grew serious. "Fuck me," she demanded. "Give me that cock." 

The profanity aroused me; her groans and whimpers excited me; I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on for long. "Mum... I'm going to..."

"Yes!" she cried. "Let me see it. Take it out when you come and let me see the hot stuff." I gritted my teeth and groaned again as I tried vainly to hold my climax at bay. Of course it was impossible and I moaned with pleasure when I felt the first jet pump into my mother's body. She wriggled under me, forcing my cock out. "Not in me, wank it," she ordered. "Show me how much you can come."

"Shit," I grunted and took myself in hand. I pumped at my cock and coaxed several more jets of semen to burst from me. 

The stuff spattered down onto my mother's belly and breasts. "Oh that's dirty," I heard her groan. "Come on me, Baby. Give it to me."

I saw my mother's hand moving between her legs as she massaged herself to another orgasm. She came loudly, smearing my goo into her skin as she wailed and thrashed, completely lost in the rush of her climax.

My mother lay on my bed breathless with exertion. I remained knelt between her legs, my penis, despite its recent discharge, solidly erect.

"Mum," I whispered, awe-struck by what had just happened. "That was... I mean..."

Her reaction astounded me. My mother's eyes no longer gleamed with desire; in fact her face was now a mask of horror and dismay. "What have we done?" she hissed. "What have I done? She gave a forceful shove, rejecting me, her expression growing desperate. "Get off me. Get away from me."

Once again, in what was becoming a familiar feeling for me, I was confused. "Mum..." I blurted. "I don't understand. I thought you wanted it. I thought you liked it. What..?"

"I did like it, David," she snapped at me, gathering her clothes. "But... For God's sake, you're my son." Sudden tears rolled down her cheeks. "We shouldn't have done it, David. It was a bad thing to do. How can we ever go back?" I had no answers. I didn't have the capacity to deal with the tumult of emotions. Unthinking, I moved to my mother to embrace her. It was an instinctive act. I was searching for succour from the one person I was naturally drawn to. I wanted a hug. "Don't! Don't come near me, David." And with that vehement rejection my mother fled.

***

I crawled under my bed covers and remained in the comfort of that womb for the rest of the evening and night. I wanted so desperately to go to her but was too afraid. Eventually, shortly after dawn on that Sunday morning, I went to her bedroom door. I paused, the weeds of uncertainty choking my earlier resolve, with one hand on the door handle.

"I know you're there," she called from inside. Startled, I jumped back as though the door itself had spoken. "Come in," I heard her say, "I have to face you eventually, so come in."

She gave me a sheepish smile when I entered. "I'm sorry, Davey, sorry for everything. I've made a huge mess." She sighed heavily.

"Can I get in with you?" I asked.

"I... I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean..."

"I'm cold, Mum."

She stared at me for a moment before a laugh blurted from her. That seemed to break the tension and she pulled back the cover -- a clean one I noticed -- inviting me in.

"What're we going to do, David?" she asked, turning to face me as I snuggled down deep under the covers.

"I dunno, Mum," I shrugged. "It's all been so confusing."

She winced at the unintended barb.

We spoke of the recent, cataclysmic events, turning things over and around for two hours or more. The conversation was stilted at first, with both of us tentative and afraid. Eventually, after long discussion and some tears, I slowly drifted into sleep. 

I woke to the waft of bacon grilling; I hadn't eaten properly in days and was suddenly ravenous. My appetite had returned, due not in part to the talk I'd shared with my mother earlier.

"Morning, darling," my mother trilled when I appeared in the kitchen, "breakfast?"

"What time is it?" I asked, still a little bleary from slumber.

"Just gone two o'clock. You've been asleep for a few hours. Here," she placed a plate heaped with food in front of me. "Eat that." My mother sat at the opposite side of the table and sipped tea. "I'm going upstairs to bathe. And then, later, when I call, I want you to come upstairs." Then she added with a stern wag of her finger: "And don't come up until I call."

The change in her was amazing. This afternoon her mood was as bright and sunny as the day outside. I knew we'd covered a lot of ground during our intimate chat in her bed earlier, but the metamorphosis from maudlin chrysalis to brilliant butterfly was startling. I didn't question it but instead I busied myself with my breakfast and subsequent washing up. I took a fresh cup of tea into the garden and let the sun's rays warm me.

Obedient to my mother's instructions I stayed downstairs, until, a full hour since she'd left me at the table, I heard her call. "David... Come here. I've got a surprise for you."

Bemused, I climbed the stairs. Surprise? I mused, she hasn't been anywhere. She's been upstairs. How could she have a surprise for me?

"Where are you?"

Her reply came from her bedroom: "In here. Come in." I went in not knowing what to expect, but what I did see halted me immediately. My mother, a tentative smile on her face, watched for my reaction. 

I boggled; all I could do was stare at her with my mouth hanging open.

My mother was dressed in similar clothes to the ones in the photograph I'd purloined. She wore a denim skirt that fell just below decency, while shoes with heels high enough to cause a nose bleed accentuated her superb legs. A tee-shirt moulded to her torso and light make-up around her eyes, with a slash of scarlet lipstick completed the startling image.

"Hello, David," she purred, "I'm Cindy. Your mother told me all about you, about how you've been a naughty boy."

"Huh?" I grunted.

"Yes, that photograph you stole. That photograph of me. She told me you took it like a little thief and then looked at it while you wanked." She paused for a second. "Did you enjoy tugging your cock over my picture, David? Well, I wonder, how does the picture compare to the real thing? Would you like to wank over me, David?"

"Mum? I... What?"

Her retort cut me off. "No, David! I'm not your mother. Like this I'm Cindy." Her tone softened as I began to understand. "Would you like to play with Cindy?"

What she did next sealed it for me. Even if I'd had the power of logical thought, and that power had been sucked from me by this magnificent woman, I couldn't have refused her, but her next action sent me beyond the point of no return.

She settled back on her bed, lay back, and in what has to be the most provocative gesture I've ever experienced, spread her legs. She had shaven her mound and I could clearly see her arousal as her labia pouted heavily. Her eyes blazed with desire and, with her voice heavy-laden with lust, she spoke: "Come and lick Cindy's cunt." That expletive was shocking but the sting of that profanity goaded me to act. I leapt at her, eager to devour her. I thrilled to the taste as the arousal slid from her opening and I lapped like an enthusiastic puppy. "Come on, David," Cindy urged. "Do it to me with your tongue. Lick my pussy and make me scream."

Using the limited repertoire I'd collected from the single earlier experience, coupled with further tuition from this new, unexpected lover, I managed to take Cindy to that place. Then, after hiking up her skirt and lifting that restrictive tee-shirt to reveal her unfettered breasts, Cindy eased me onto my back, held my erection upright, and straddled me.

When she held the length of me inside her body she sighed deeply and set into a slow rhythm. I reached up and caressed her breasts while she smiled down at me, her eye lids heavy and with a dreamy expression on her face.

"Mum," I groaned again.

"Cindy, Baby," she murmured. "Like this, I'm Cindy. When we make love I can't be your mother. When we fuck, I'm Cindy."

"Cindy," I grunted and gripped her buttocks.

"That's it, David," she said, groaning as I began to thrust up into her body. "You're beginning to understand." Her voice tapered to a moan as I pushed deeper into her.

I levered my mother onto her back and positioned myself between her legs. She could insist upon being Cindy all she wanted to; I'd play that game, but to me, when I held her wrists against the pillow and saw the gleam of her wedding ring, she was still my mother.

"I understand," I growled. "I know what you want." I kissed her, hard, and she returned the kiss with ardent passion. "You want to be fucked?" I was warming to the part now. "You want to get fucked every day?"

"Yes! Yes I do. I want it every fucking day..."

Keeping with my mother's disposition I plunged into her harder and harder. I increased the speed and varied the angles of my pistoning cock as directed by my lover. Once again, as previously, it was inevitable that I would come quickly.

"Mum..." I lapsed again, but it didn't seem to matter this time.

"Me too; I'm coming too," my mother sighed. "Let me feel it inside me. Just let it go, you gorgeous boy."

My mother held me tight in her arms as I pumped my seed into her. She grunted and groaned on the swell of her own climax as the spurts from my cock slowed and then died.

"That was nice," she smiled when our panting subsided and we lay facing each other in the tangle of her bed.

I lifted the cover to show her my cock. "I want to do it again."

Her eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Oh my God... You're still hard."

We made love the second time. The heat had cooled and we kissed, licked, and explored each other, all the while murmuring soft expressions of love. On the Monday morning, with renewed vigour, Cindy showed me several new positions. We tried these positions in various room around the house until, completely spent, we eventually slept wrapped around each other like the lovers we had become.

PRESENT DAY

Eventually, as the sky brightens with the start of a new day, I pour the tepid remnants of my coffee into the sink and ponder again why Cindy had chosen this time to return. Even though I was overjoyed to see, and experience, her again, there's the nagging question as to what had motivated her return?

I want to see her; I need to see her... Soon. My cock thickens with anticipation.



Playing With Cum



Paul sat nude at the oak desk, sipping Chablis while re-reading Gwen's e-mail. He smiled as she related the most intimate and mundane aspects of her life and Paul hung on every word. His manhood twitched in anticipation of opening the six attachments, Gwen's P.S. had simply said: enjoy the glamour pics! Ha ha!

The lovely transsexual grinned coquettishly, a beige wet tee shirt clung to her petite body. Hair tousled, pert breasts and nipples clearly outlined. Paul stared into her inviting gaze and his warm balls rolled within the hairless sac.

Posing under an arbor laden with ivy, Gwen wore a cute, flowery summer dress. Another outside shot found his t-girl in a very short mini-skirt showing gorgeous tanned legs. Hair tied in a bun, Gwen appeared ready for work in a smart pleated skirt and ruffled, white blouse.

Paul's cock throbbed semi-erect viewing the next picture. By the fireplace in her spacious living room, Gwen posed submissively on hands and knees wearing only a black thong. Fleshy derriere raised high, the skimpy material wedged into her crack. Dainty wrists bound by a colorful scarf, Gwen's slim fingers grasped the bamboo cane. The voyeur drank in the implied scene of punishment forthcoming and lightly fingered the soft skin of his growing erection.

Saving the best for last seemed to be the trait of Paul's beautiful transsexual and the picture shocked him pleasantly. He gasped at the unabashed pose of his girl propped on one elbow, laying atop her satin quilted bed. Naked, except for the smoke nylons that highlighted Gwen's tender white thighs and red high heels, she stared back invitingly, mouth slightly parted. Her hair and makeup were perfect, although she didn't have a need for much. Pear shaped breasts hung, capped by those wonderful gold loop piercings. Centered between spread legs and capturing most of Paul's attention were Gwen's hairless genitals. Her cock stood erect, shaved balls encircled tightly with a thin chrome ring. 

Paul's pulse increased at the sheer beauty and wanton look his t-girl provided. Blood coursed into his thickening penis and he stroked with delight. Paul dove into the magic monitor and kissed a cheek, telling her how pretty she was, how he had missed her. He fingered taut nipples and smoothed a path along her shapely hips. Gwen's legs were ultra smooth and warm to his touch. She whispered that she'd been masturbating, thinking of him. Paul caressed her feminine scrotum, quickly grasping the rigid stalk, feeling it pulse with urgency. He bent closer to mouth her pink shaft and suckle Gwen's spongy cap.

Hard as a rock, Paul's penis had grown to it's 8 inch height and he gazed down at the mushroom head, amazed at the effect this girl had, even in pictures. Paul felt safe with Gwen and desired her immensely. It was easy, almost natural to enter the delicate line of crossing genders. She had completed the circle of masculine/feminine passion.

Tearing open the foiled Trojan, Paul unrolled the rubbery sheath down, encompassing his erection, hissing with delight the second skin afforded. Narcissistically, he loved the fact he could see the minute printing on the condom's bottommost edge. Through the cloudy rubber, Paul could see the one thick blue vein. His palm moved the ribbed surface in a stroking motion, the unmistakable squelching noise of rubber so pleasing. The reservoir tip looked like a nipple that needed attention. He sighed.

Gazing into Gwen's alluring eyes, Paul memorized every facet of the scene and enlarged the picture. He focused on the head of her cock and sure enough, as he'd suspected, a clear droplet of pre-cum leaked. Oh dear, dear girl, the aroused man thought, what you do to me!

Paul had become fascinated with cum, especially since meeting Gwen and it was all her fault he smirked and deduced. Although he had male encounters in the past, Paul never thought of himself as homosexual and certainly didn't have any aversions to the gay lifestyle. Gwen was more his style and she had nudged him pleasantly in this new direction. His cock throbbed within the restricting condom remembering the sweet taste of her sperm. When she ejaculated into his mouth, Gwen's shrieks bounced off the walls but her load of cum was light, salty and easy to swallow.

Draining his glass, Paul clicked onto a favorite website for erotic literature. Logging into his account, he scrolled down through the listing of new stories and categories he enjoyed: lesbian, transsexuals & crossdressers, BDSM, incest/taboo, toys & masturbation. Paul selected a curiously interesting title and settled in.

Alicia's mind whirled with anticipation. Masturbating took the edge off but Rhonda, her buxom redheaded college roommate, had promised her an orgasm to remember. So here she was, wrists and ankles restrained to the corners of the canopied bed, forming a giant naked X. The acrid smell of marijuana lingered and the lacy curtains billowed from the night's breeze. The nearby nightstand lamp clicked on. Blindfolded, Alicia only sensed Barbara, Rhonda's twin sister, enter the room. The duo murmured their approval of the captive girl they'd lured into their den of lust. Alicia heard wet sloppy kisses near the foot of the bed and could only wait for their attention.

On her right, the mattress sunk with Rhonda's weight and manicured fingernails touched her cheek and neck. "God, you are so fucking beautiful like this." She whispered. Barbara sat on the other side mimicking the soft touch. Alicia, at their mercy, tumbled down into the bondage realm.

A glass tinkled and ice cubes brushed her nipples. She sighed as the unforgiving squares circled areolas, dripping onto Alicia's breasts. Fingernails returned to elbows, underarms and her sensitive ribcage. Cold, crinkled nipples stood erect with desire. What she had wished for arrived as two sets of warm lips suckled the stiff buds, teeth nipping the rubbery flesh. Alicia licked her dry lips.

The room was quiet. Long, stiffened goose feathers assailed Alicia's naked skin. She quivered from the maddening tactile sensation. Goosebumps appeared, the feathers tickled every centimeter of exposed flesh. The fingernails returned, raking and pulling harder. A tongue laved then suckled Alicia's toes. A whirring vibrator caressed the underside of her heaving breasts, briefly kissing the tip of each turgid nipple and traveled ever so slowly, stopping at Alicia's navel. 

Her body pulsed at each new sensation and during the halted, teasing intervals only craved their return. Alicia couldn't remember being this turned on. One of the girls, (Alicia hoped it was Rhonda, she liked her best), knelt on either side of outstretched arms with ass facing Alicia's head. Her nostrils flared at the unmistakable womanly scent so near.

Palms softly smoothed along Alicia's tummy and stroked the jungle of reddish-brown pubic hair. Insistent fingers carefully grasped and pulled back the engorged petals, opening her wide. The tip of Barbara's feather delicately painted Alicia's pink inner labia. The girl's hips bucked upwards as the feather traced a small circle around her pearl. Alicia's miniature penis, proudly blossomed from it's protective hood. The feather flicked back and forth across the shiny, reddened gem.

"Ooo. Look who's come out to play?" Rhonda hissed. "Such a nice clitty. She's so pretty and so..." 

"Plea...please...oh God...pleas-se let me cum..." Alicia begged. Barbara watched in fascination as a thick wad of clear fluid oozed from her fluttering vagina and onto the sheet.

Paul lovingly stroked a very stiff prick. He strained back in the chair and moaned as the first droplets of pre-cum leaked. He stopped the stroking action and fondled full balls, watching the shaft bob in delight. Fingertips pinched the reservoir tip, smearing the trapped, silky fluid over a sensitive cock head. Like a wet kiss, but better. This was his kiss, his moisture and needed to be tasted. Not yet.

The twin redheads were unrelenting. They brought the spread-eagled, wanton girl closer to orgasm again and again. Alicia's skin was pinched and stroked and heated. More ice was applied, she screamed as it tortured her clitoris and nearly fainted as a succulent mouth soothed her stalk. 

"Open up darling." Rhonda commanded. The flesh like dildo eased into her mouth and she suckled it with passion.

"Bet you'd like this in your cunt...hmm?"

"Oh God yes...please...yes...I...I...would. Very much...please..." Alicia groaned as the large penis entered her soaked quim, the tunnel gripping the shaft with a need. The vibrator was back, dancing around Alicia's mons area. Her body stiffened as it brushed against her pearl.

"Please! Ohh...ohh...please. I n-e-ed to cum...Ohh..."

"You've been such a good plaything. It's only been an hour you know..." Rhonda chuckled, her breath minty and warm. Alicia was shocked having lost complete control of time. She strained against her bonds to their delight, they also were extremely aroused. Barbara removed the blindfold and her eyes adjusted quickly to the bedroom sights and the two naked woman attending her.

Massage oil, saffron scented, dripped onto Alicia's torso and the sisters began a sensational rub down. The duo efficiently spread the glistening balm over the expanse of naked skin. Alicia's nipples were like pebbles which Rhonda tweaked. Previously devoid of attention, the twins now turned their focus on Alicia's crotch area.

Alicia moaned aloud as a well oiled digit probed deep into her anus. She lurched as sleek fingers swathed outer lips and eased into her slit to masturbate her swollen clit. The bedroom was filled with the scent of arousal and Alicia knew they wouldn't stop this time. Slick fingers moved faster, finding the perfect rhythm. Rhonda looked into Alicia's eyes, seeing the lovely spark of pleasure as she peaked. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohh fuck! Ahh! Eeeeeeeee!" Alicia screamed, her body twisting and squirming against the bonds as she attained the most intense orgasmic delight. Waves of beautiful bliss encompassed the writhing woman, the large dildo squirted out unceremoniously onto the bed. 

"Ohhh...fuck...fuck...fuck...me-e-e-eeeeee!" Alicia humped the wonderful fingers that brought her so much pleasure. They roamed over bulging, tightened sinews and released the restraints. Barbara watched as the frothy flow issued from Alicia's pussy. She would taste her soon enough.

"Wha...what...did you do to mee...?" Alicia gasped as newer tremors racked her trembling body. She was a beautiful mess.

Trembling, on the verge of cumming, Paul purposely removed the hand from his hardon. Gasping, another larger spurt of pre-cum leaked and dribbled onto the enlarged rim of his head. He could cum in a second but devilishly teased the silky essence adorning the tip of his cock. A quivering finger pressed onto the rubber sheath, spreading the fluid around to the ultra sensitive front side. Paul's penis expanded, the feeling was like a slippery, wet tongue lapping the shaft. Using the tips of his fingers, Paul slowly twirled the condom's top. The sensation was incredibly arousing and he jacked his shaft several times, eliciting more colorless cream.

The second skin clung erotically to Paul's manhood. Naturally, he enjoyed and used a variety of lubes but this was different. He was oiled within the vacuum, utilizing his own special brand. On the comfortable chair, his balls rolled to one side, he could make it through another story. Perhaps.

Josh had heard about the all male bath house from a fellow at the bar. As a realtor, Josh had many gay clients and he'd indulged in his bisexual side often enough. Sometimes he just wanted cock. Oh well.

The fee was nominal and he signed in as a visitor, the annual membership and application would be looked into. The young man behind the desk was cordial, blonde, very tanned and scrutinized Josh handsomely. He took the locker key and towel and headed down the hallway.

He carefully hung his clothes and felt energized being naked. A quick shower was tempting but weighed himself first. Two naked men, holding hands, came around the corner and smiled to him. Josh was in great shape and the shorter, more paunchy of the two checked him out. He liked being looked at, in a way.

The sauna was not his first choice either. Josh opened the heavy wooden door to the steam room and found it nearly empty. His eyes adjusted to the dimness and moved towards the right set of benches. Sitting on the raised tier was a handsome, middle-aged man with short curly black hair with hands relaxed on knees. Josh immediately took in his muscular build and between open legs, a fairly thick penis stretched along the bench seat. The man looked up, caught his gaze and smiled.

"See anything you like?" He asked with a soft voice.

"Umm. Yeah. Actually...I do." Josh answered, offering his hand, "I'm Josh. New here."

"Hi. I'm Bill. Welcome to our club." Said while shaking hands. Bill's eyes devoured Josh's profile. Opening his legs a tad, the handsome man reached down and casually touched himself. Josh eagerly watched.

"Umm...mind if I get a closer look?" Josh boldly asked.

"Not at all. In fact, it'd be my pleasure." Josh noticed there were others' in the room but didn't care in the least. He knelt on the bottom bench between Bill's legs and moved closer. Josh smoothed his palm along a thigh and touched the fattening penis with desire. Encircling the base, Josh stroked the skin softly.

"You have a nice one. I like thick cocks." Josh whispered.

"I bet you do." Bill answered, leaning back a little and opening his thighs wider. Josh leaned in and placed a quick kiss on the man's tip. He loved the muskiness surrounding Bill's genitals and opened his mouth over the cock. Josh felt it pulsate slightly, he sensuously probed the slit with the tip of his tongue and carefully moved his teeth around the rim. Bill's cock was clean tasting and sliding his mouth lower, Josh's own prick began to swell.

"Mmm. That's good. Make it hard now."

Josh cupped the man's large ball sac and lapped them eagerly then used the flat of his tongue up along the front of the shaft. Josh sucked at the penis again, encircling his fingers at the base and began to move the pliable skin up and down. The man sighed deeply from the pleasure, his prick stiffening quickly. Josh tightened his grip and allowed the cock to touch near the back of his throat. Stroking the tall pole, Josh sat back to admire the beautiful cock glistening with his saliva.

"God, you have a gorgeous cock. Love sucking you." Josh whispered. "Such a big one and...so hard!"

The handsome man looked down lewdly, touching Josh's hair, "You got him nice and big now. So...tell me. Do you swallow?"

"God yes." Josh answered and mouthed the hardon, wetly sucking the sensitive front again. Bill pushed his hips forward, nearly gagging him with the magnificent erection. Josh knew what he personally liked and began to bob his mouth up and down, lightly squeezing his balls with one hand and jerking the slippery shaft quicker. Bill groaned as Josh pursed his lips around the mushroom head and sucked like a vacuum. He played with his hairy sac, lapping all around the shaft and masturbated the full erection with a perfect rhythm. The man was breathing heavier and sighing.

"You going to cum for me? Please? Cum in my mouth now..." Josh whispered, closing his mouth onto the throbbing cock and humming, "Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm." Josh felt a droplet of pre-cum escape his own prick sliding against the wooden bench seat.

Bill stiffened and his strong fingers grasped Josh's head. His cock enlarged and exploded in a rush. A large volley of creamy spunk shot out and the man jerked into the wet cavern. Josh eagerly swallowed the salty gift, fondling the swollen balls to release all he had. Grunting with ecstasy, Bill's orgasm seemed endless, spewing a fountain of sperm into the eager gullet. Josh swallowed the load lovingly and licked the popsicle clean.

Turning his head and pressing Bill's cock to his cheek, Josh noticed a spectator only a few feet away masturbating to the show. His slim cock anointed with lube. His eyes glassy and focused. Josh knelt up onto the bench, offering his ass to the anonymous gentleman. It looked to be a great place to spend the afternoon.

The Trojan crackled as Paul leisurely pistoned his erection and sighed with deep pleasure. He wanted to cum. Badly. Sometimes the tease, the buildup and denial were heavenly, he relinquished his grip. The top portion of Paul's dick was immersed in a gooey sauce that felt like a wet mouth unwilling to cease. He plunged the elasticized rubber down, watching the trapped, foamy pre-cum slither over his cock. 

Gwen's erotic picture appeared on the screen. Paul wished she was here now, obviously. He wanted her clitty inside his asshole, her feline nails raking his back, her nipple rings dancing across shoulder blades. He needed to cum. Desperately.

Looking into her eyes, she whispered, "My big man. Look how hard you are! Indulge. Taste yourself." Gwen winked.

Paul slowly rolled the condom upward until just below the glans head, his pink shaft throbbing maddeningly. Like unscrewing a bottle top, Paul lifted the lubed safety off, the head of his oh-so shiny penis an angry magenta. He gasped while smearing the essence down the front and sides. 

"Taste yourself." Gwen again encouraged.

Without hesitation, Paul thrust his long tongue deep into the rubbery warmth, tasting the heady sweetness. So silky and pure. He rimmed the circular aperture as if it were Gwen's tight ass, opened sufficiently. 

Out of control, Paul jacked the utterly stiff phallus slickly coated with his testosterone-based arousal. A huge dollop of white cum erupted into mid-air, landing on his tense stomach. He groaned, slowing the pace intentionally as a rope of sperm cascaded over his fingers and onto pubic hair. Legs tightened and toes curled as Paul ejaculated a torrent of spunk, riding a long beautiful wave of ecstasy. He chewed the spittle from the condom tastefully.

Minutes later Paul shivered, the intense orgasm finally subsided, but his long cock showed no signs of flaccidness. Cum was everywhere. All over him and the chair and some on the floor. Paul stared at the creamy, delicious looking substance. Would he eat his own cum? Time would tell. 

~To Be Continued~

Next: Another Visit From Gwen



Playing with Daddy's Good Girl



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Playing with Death



Monica was your typical 25 year old woman. Good looking, had lots of guys wanting to fuck her hot little pussy, a great job, and lots of friends. She thought life couldn't be better. Of course that was until the day her life was changed forever.

Monica slid her lithe 5'7", slender frame out of the queen sized bed and smiled down at her latest conquest. She didn't even know the guys name, he was just some nameless guy she had picked up at the bar last night after work. 

When he had hit on her, she liked his 6', and medium built frame and sandy brown hair so she had brought him home. They spent two hours fucking each others brains out and Monica's pussy was still tingling from the multiple orgasms he had brought her.

She watched as he rolled over in the bed then tottered into the bathroom. She flipped on the light then looked at herself in the mirror above the sink. Her flawless skin was covered in love bites, her ice blue eyes sparkled as she looked at herself. Her blue black hair was mussed from sleep. 

After checking herself out for a minute, she moved over to the toilet and sat down to do her business. When she stood up, she didn't see the puddle of water that started under the toilet and moved towards the counter from the toilet being plugged. 

She turned towards the bathtub to take a shower and stepped in the puddle, feeling herself start to fall backwards. She reached out with her hands to grab at anything as she started to fall. A silent scream left her lips as she hit the corner of the counter right at the base of her skull killing her instantly.

Monica opened her eyes and looked around. She was sure at first that maybe she was blind because she couldn't see anything, and then suddenly there was a bright light right in front of her. She scrambled to her feet, covering her naked body with her arms as she looked into the light. "Who's there?" She asked, her voice trembling.

A cloaked figure moved out of the light, blocking most of it from view. Monica had a hard time seeing him. He was basically nothing more then a shadow. "Who, who are you?" She asked.

The figure walked slowly towards her as the light faded behind him. Once again she was covered in darkness and she shivered in fear. "It is time for your judgment Monica." The cloaked figure said as he slowly moved towards her.

"Judgment?" She asked looking at him. "What judgment? Where am I?"

The Cloaked figured waved his hand showing her a hand with no flesh around it, just bone. She shivered and let out a low whine as she looked at him. "You are in purgatory. You have not led a fruitful life but you have not led an evil one either. You must be judged to decide whether you will go up or down."

"I...I don't understand." She whimpered looking at him. "Who are you?" It was then that a bit of light came from above and she was able to see him a bit better. His face was covered by the hood of his cloak. He was dressed in all black, and carried a sickle. "Are you the grim reaper? Am I dead?" She asked her voice coming out in a squeak.

The figure smiled showing a row of perfect white teeth. "Right on both counts, come, it is time for you to be judged." A hand reached out of the cloak and took her arm. She tried to pull away but the hand held on tightly. This hand was actually covered in flesh. She wondered if he had somehow done that to put her at ease.

He pulled her away from the light and into what looked like a small room with no walls. He pressed her down into a wooden chair sitting at a table with a book open before her. "What is this?" She asked looking at the book.

Again the creature smiled. "This is the book of your life. It will help decide where you should go."

The reaper opened the book and began to read allowed. It talked all about Monica's life. How she had been born to two loving parents. How she was an "A" student all through school. How she had been head cheerleader and always helped her mother out in charity events. "See, I should go to heaven." She said sitting back and covering her breasts with her arms.

"True, your young life has been good, but lets go a bit further ahead." He said turning a few pages. This time he read about how when she was 18, she had seduced her father into taking her virginity and how he had committed suicide a year later. 

Monica swallowed hard. It talked about how she married but then had cheated on her husband so he had left her. How she couldn't seem to stay with just one man. The bad parts of her life just kept coming. There was some good to though, she was good at her job and it seemed she was in the running for a promotion.

Finally he reached the day she died and closed the book. Monica looked at him fearfully. She knew she wasn't a perfect person but did she deserve to go to hell? "This is a difficult decision." He said resting his fingers against his chin.

Monica smiled, "well, you could always let me go back to Earth."

The reaper looked at her, his black eyes shining under his cloak. "Now why would I want to do that? It is not my job to decide if it is your time to die or not. It is my job to decide where you go once you die."

Monica swallowed hard, she was 25 years old, she still had things she wanted to do, and she didn't want to die yet. "Um...is there anything that I could do that would get you to send me back?"

The reaper looked at her, "well, sometimes I will offer a soul a challenge, if they can fulfill it, then I will let them live again. But..." he leaned forward over the table. "If they fail, they go to hell whether they belong there or not."

Again Monica swallowed, "What kind of challenge?"

He shrugged, "it can be anything." He let his eyes drift over her naked body. "I'll tell you what Monica, you are a beauty and I don't believe you should have died at such an early age."

Monica smiled. "Thanks."

He just nodded, "but like I said, that is not my decision. So I will challenge you. I haven't had an orgasm in over 500 years. If you can bring me to orgasm with your mouth and pussy then I will send you back to Earth."

She looked at him, "So if I suck you and let you fuck me and get you off then you will let me go back to Earth?" She asked skeptically.

The reaper smiled and nodded. He was sure he would win either way this went. If the little minx happened to get him off, then he would find glorious release that he hadn't found in over 500 years. If not, then he would have the pleasure of her body before he sent her into the pits of hell. "What do you think? Do you think you can get me off?"

Monica shrugged, "What the hell, if I end up in hell I may as well get fucked before I go right?" She stood up. "So where do we do this?"

He waved his hand again and the table vanished to be replaced with a brass bed. He stripped off his cloak showing a handsome man with a medium build and jet black hair. His black eyes moved over her body as she moved onto the bed. His 8 ½ inch cock stood rigid against his stomach.

Monica hadn't noticed before but as he moved onto the bed, he was actually about 4 inches taller then her 5'7". She swallowed hard as he lay back on the bed beside her and grabbed the back of her neck. "Suck me my dear." He said huskily as he pulled her down towards his body.

Monica swallowed hard as she lay on her stomach beside him. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his cock and gasped when she wasn't able to wrap her hand all the way around it. He had to be at least 4 or 5 inches around. She looked up at him then slowly lowered her head. She wasn't sure if she would be able to get him in her mouth so she started by licking up the side. 

The reaper moaned at the soft touches of her tongue on his flesh. It had been a long time since a woman or man for that matter had touched his cock and he had to admit that her mouth felt good. He felt her kiss her way up to the tip of his cock and whimpered in pleasure. 

When he felt her take his head into her mouth, he bucked up with his hips, burying himself deep inside her. "Oh yea, suck that cock baby." He groaned slowly fucking her face as he pressed her head down over him.

Monica had a relatively small mouth so she was surprised that she was able to take him in her mouth. She had half of his cock inside her though and she went at it with gusto. She ran her tongue over every inch she could touch then grazed her teeth over him before loving him with her tongue again.

The reaper was beside himself with pleasure. He was beginning to think that the little minx might win this challenge. The cum was already boiling in his balls and his cock was spewing precum into her beautiful mouth. 

Not wanting this to end before he got inside her, he pulled her off of him. "Enough, I want to fuck you now."

The fear of not completing this challenge had kept Monica from getting wet as she sucked on him. "I'm not wet." She said softly looking into his black eyes.

The reaper smiled at her, "I can take care of that." He kissed her softly on the lips then pressed her to her back on the bed. He spread her legs open wide then dove his face down over her pussy. He ran his tongue all over her flesh before he centered on her clit and flicked his tongue rapidly over it. 

Monica was moaning and bucking with her hips against him as her pussy started juicing. "Oh fuck, yes, eat me. Oh god, it feels so good."

The reaper slid a long slender finger inside her and groaned as he felt her tighten around him. He added a second finger and proceeded to finger her like crazy as he devoured her clit with his mouth.

Monica cried out and pressed her body tightly against him as he pushed her towards a fast and furious orgasm. "Fuck, eat me I'm going to cum." She cried slamming her pussy tight against his face.

He thought about stopping, she was wet enough to take him now but it had been a long time since he had tasted a woman's juices and he was suddenly hungry for hers. Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he quickly replaced them with his tongue. Slicing it repeatedly deep inside her.

Monica cried in dismay when he took his fingers away then squealed in delight when she felt his tongue drive into her. "Yes, oh yes, eat me I'm cummmminnnnngggg..." She screamed wrapping her legs tightly around his head as she humped herself against him.

He kept his tongue buried inside her as she coated him with her juices. He moaned at her sweet taste then dug his tongue in further looking for more. His cock was throbbing against him and he knew he had to have her.

He pulled her legs from around him and moved quickly up over her body. Without warning, he thrust wildly forward burying himself completely inside her.

"Ooooooffff..." She grunted at his sudden invasion into her body. She didn't get a chance to get used to him as he started thrusting into her with fast, hard strokes. Her body shook at the power of his pummeling body and the bed groaned under their movements.

It took her a couple of minutes to catch his rhythm but when she did, she wrapped her legs around his waist as she slammed her pussy up against him. "Fuck me; your cock is driving my pussy crazy. I'm going to cum again." Monica suddenly didn't care if she won the challenge or not, all she cared about was the cock driving further and further into her body with each thrust.

The Reaper was panting as he rode her hard. Her pussy was clinging to his pummeling cock and he knew without a doubt that she would win this one. There was no way he could keep himself from cumming even if he wanted to. He rammed his cock hard into her body making her squeal in delight as she suddenly coated him as she came around him. It was all it took and he let out a loud roar as he came.

Monica had a feeling from the way he was acting that he was cumming but she didn't feel anything squirting inside her. When he collapsed against her body, she slowly let her arms encircle him. "Um...did you cum?"

He chuckled against her neck. "Oh yes, I haven't cum that hard in a long time. It was a wonderful feeling." He moved off of her then lay down on the bed beside her. "You have won the challenge; I will send you back to Earth."

As she sat up, she looked between her legs but all she could see was her own juices. "But I didn't feel anything."

He laughed out loud this time. "My dear, I'm dead. I can't cum like mortals can. But I can still feel the sensation. I can still feel it in my body as if I was really cumming. The only difference is nothing comes out."

She nodded, "so what happens now?"

"You return to Earth and live out the rest of your life, although you might want to get your toilet fixed if you don't want to end up here again." Before she could respond, he waved his arm and she was gone. He lay back on the bed for a minute, reliving the experience then stood up, got dressed and continued his duties.

Monica opened her eyes and looked around. She was right back where she had started. She was lying in the bed next to the man she had brought home last night. Her death and what led up to it had never happened.

She moved slowly out of the bed, looking at the man she had given her body to last night. She didn't even know his name but she decided that she wanted to. He was a handsome man; maybe he would be interested in more then just a one night stand.

She headed towards the bathroom then remembering the reapers words, she bypassed it and headed for the main bathroom. She did her business then showered and dressed before she called the plumber. As much as she had enjoyed being fucked by the reaper, she was in no hurry to meet him again.

As she drank her coffee, she thought about what she had learned. She knew that it was time to turn her life around. If she could slip in the bathroom and die, then any number of things could happen. She put her empty cup in the sink then headed back towards her bedroom. 

First order of business for her new life...Find out her lovers name.

THE END



Playing With Doctor



The small medical clinic was already bustling with activity when I walked in at 8:;00am that morning. I knew that I didn't have my first patient until 8:30am and was looking forward to getting some chart reviews done. Not only was I the only actual Dr. in the clinic but I was the only Dr. for the mental health clinic next door.

The receptionist, a short squat woman who was always frowning, pushed a file at me as I walked by. "Why thank you Vivian, by the way your hair looks lovely." I flashed her my toothiest smile, her expression didn't change. Francess, the young nurse that worked harder than anyone I had ever met caught me as I was turning into my office.

"Dr. Arnold, could you please fit me into your schedule today? I know that I don't have an appointment but I really need to have an exam." Her pretty face was pale and worry was etched into her big green eyes. She was wringing her hands and tapping her foot as well.

"Come in and sit down, I have half an hour before Mr. Smith gets here and he's usually late anyway." I placed my hand on the small of her back and guided her into my office shutting the door behind us. "Sit down and tell me what's going on? Or do we need to go into an exam room?"

"No this is fine, I was taking a shower last night and doing my self exam, you know? Well I am pretty sure that I found a lump and after my mother's cancer scare I would really like you to examine me ASAP." Her cheeks were slightly reddened and I knew that she was nervous. It was general practice to not become a patient of someone that you worked with to avoid awkwardness. We were professionals though and I knew that this was weighing heavily on her.

"Of course. Do you want to do it here or in a room?"

"Um this will work, I can lay on your couch, would that be okay?" I nodded my consent and politely turned away as she slid out of her scrub top and bra. "I'm ready."

I turned around and saw her laying on the dark leather sofa, her right hand behind her back to make it easier to palpitate her breast tissue. Her breasts were high and full, her nipples pebbled from the cool air. Her skin was pale and her long curly red hair cascaded down her shoulders. She looked slightly breathless and a pretty blush stained her cheeks once more.

I had seen hundreds of nude women and never had I been affected like this, even the lonely housewives that had done their best to attract my male attention had fallen short. I prided myself on my devout professionalism. At the sight of my beautiful nurse's bared torso my cock twitched and hardened quickly. I hurried to kneel down next to the sofa to hide my hard on.

"Ok I didn't find anything, show me where you felt it." She reached with her right hand and caressed her left tit on the far side near her arm pit. Her nails were painted bright red and contrasted very prettily with her pale skin.

She looked up at me, "I don't feel it now," she admitted somewhat sheepishly although her hand continued to search out the offending lump.

"Francess, I don't think that there is a lump, I think that you are scared after your mother's close call, and that's totally understandable. You are a great nurse and you know what to look for. Be careful, keep checking and let me know if you need anything." I was turning away and I felt her hand on the back of my arm.

"Dr.? Thank you, I know I am scared." A tear slipped down her cheek. Without thinking I gathered the young lady in my arms and held her close to my chest. My hands caressed her bare back and I was soon aware of what I was doing. Her head was nestled against me and she clung to me, her body molding to my own.

I knew that she had to feel my dick, it was hard and throbbing now. To my sheer shock I felt her lips on my neck kissing me and licking my skin softly. I groaned aloud and lowered her to the couch. She looked up at me her eyes glazed with fear and need. I brought my lips to hers and we began kissing passionately. Her tongue was in my mouth wresting with mine. Her hands sliding up and down my back.

I pulled my head from her mouth and dropped to her tits. Just as I had imagined the hard nubbins were made to be sucked and licked. Her skin tasted slightly sweet as I sucked first one nipple and then the other into my mouth swirling my tongue about it. She was already working on undoing my trousers. "We have to hurry, there isn't much time," she panted.

I stood up and pulled my slacks and briefs off and she did the same. Her pussy was shaven with just a small triangle of fiery red hair above it. Her pussy lips were full and pouts, covered with a slight sheen from her juices. I watched as she faced the wall, climbing to the couch on her knees, lifting her perfect heart shaped ass up so that it was even with my throbbing dick.

Without wasting another second I gripped my member in one hand rubbing the head up and down her slick slit, covering myself in the warmth and wetness of her arousal. The scent of her filled my nostrils and with one hard thrust I plunged into her depths. Her pussy was tight and hot, gripping my cock with urgency. She arched her back and her hair spilled down it.

I started pushing in and out of her hard and fast and soon she was pushing back against me meeting the feverish speed. I felt my orgasm building up as my balls tightened. All at once she emitted a strangled little cry and I felt her entire body tighten and then convulse with her release.

I grabbed her hair and rammed into her as deep and hard as I could as I felt spurt after spurt of my cum empty into her. As I gently pulled out she turned to me. "Thank you Dr." she whispered and kissed my cheek. We quietly and hastily put our clothes on and fixed our hair so that no one would suspect what had just happened.

Francess and I met many more times in my office the next few months releasing stress and frustration into each other's bodies. We melded together perfectly and before a year was up we were married. We still both remember that first time of heated passion and emotions that overtook us, thanking God that we still feel that way for each other.



Playing with Dolls



Katelyn passed me on her way out smiling at me seductively as put on her coat. The fall weather had been cooler in the last few weeks and today was windy as well. I was home early today, thankful it was finally the weekend. I had been at work late the last few days fixing up some contracts. I took the mail from the front table and was about to look at it but was distracted by this wonderful doll of mine dressing herself. 

"Remember Katelyn my dear, you only have the weekend off." I told her as she buttoned her coat.

"Yes master I understand, I will be here bright and early on Monday. I hope you enjoy your weekend." Katelyn spoke softly, as if she was looking for approval.

"Oh, master, you have to let me know who will be joining you next weekend." Katelyn said before she paused waiting for my response.

I had almost forgotten about making arrangements for another of my dolls to join me. Unfortunately with all the work I had been doing I hadn't decided on anyone just yet for next weekend. I always liked planning ahead for time with my dolls, just in case something came up. Even if none of my dolls were available, Katelyn was always willing to stay. I must have looked like a fool as I stood there silent thinking who would be a good guest but couldn't make a decision. Katelyn saw the look on my face and decided to add her own input.

"How about that cute goth girl? You know Amy? You seemed to enjoy her a lot, I can see if she's available for next weekend." Katelyn chided me acting innocent. She must have thought it was amusing.

"Didn't you tell me you wanted to be here as well next weekend Katelyn?" I suspiciously asked. I knew she had other things in mind when it came to Amy. It was almost as if she'd been planning it. She shot me a pouting and innocent look. Both Amy and Katelyn were quite a pair, they worked very well together and had become somewhat attached to each other. It didn't take much for me to consider the possibilities with her and Amy.

"I'll let you know on Monday my dear. Oh and tell your sister I said hi." I smiled and waved her to leave. She returned a cute smile and turned closing the door behind her.

Earlier Katelyn informed me Karen arrived and was waiting in my office. One of the reasons I appreciated Katelyn being there during the week was with me being at work she ran things in the house very nicely. She even assigning duties to any of my additional playthings as she saw fit. I always appreciated those who worked with me rather then against. It just made life more worth living. Besides Katelyn was a very good servant she enjoyed any task I gave her, even dominating any new or current dolls. The best part was she always did what I asked, she only questioned things when it involved pain. To me that was a minor infraction. Katelyn even helped with sales of the videos and pictures I made of my dolls. She was surprisingly very good at not only following commands but she was very good in business as well. In fact recently she had started to make more money for me then I had been making at work. That alone had possibilities.

I enjoyed my Friday afternoons and weekends with Karen when she was available. Even though she was usually busy at her job she always came back time and again. When I first met her I realized her potential and hoped she would return to me. She like Katelyn took instruction very well. I remembered when she first arrived, and to this day I consider her my greatest achievement. When she arrived at my door she pleaded with me to help her understand what she was feeling. She had been a submissive for a while and confided in me that her previous masters had seemed to be more into pain as a means of control. She had also mentioned she had always wanted to be a slave but not like they wanted her to be. She wanted someone to control her, not force her. She wanted everything she did to be in someone else's control. Then through one of her masters she had heard about me and how I cold make her one of my dolls. Until she met me she had become disillusioned with her masters and any previous master or mistress had wanted nothing but the pleasure her body provided. Along with any pain they could inflict on her. She understood she was looking for the wrong type of master, and they knew nothing about controlling her in any way. They only administered pain, restraints or force as a form of control. She never gave herself willingly or freely to any of them even though she tried. She knew in her heart they knew nothing about controlling her they were merely using her for her body. Although I did use some force when necessary, it was usually playful and light. I Honestly didn't care for it. I felt it detracted from the true meaning of dominance. Force and pain were the tools of the weak willed, using them to instill fear not true acceptance. 

I entered my office and approached Karen who stood quietly in the middle of the room. She wore a white sun dress that came down to just above her knees. I watched it cling sensuously to her toned body as she shifted her weight. Her hands were tied in front of her, connected to a chain attached to the floor. Another chain ran sensuously between her breasts connected to a collar and her restraints. Any pull on the chain from the floor could be used to lead her around like an animal. I noticed her long curled red hair tied back framing her face beautifully. I sighed as I thought how she had started to become a perfect little doll. 

Karen turned her head as she heard my footsteps. She realized what she was doing and turned her head back forward. Now bowing her head looking at the floor. When I reached her I reached out my hands moving them slowly around her torso resting them lightly on her ribcage. I then pulled her slightly against me, I felt the delicious warmth of her body easily through the thin fabric of her dress. I held her firmly as any master should. I slid my hands slowly up toward her breast she arched her back.

A labored whisper of "Oh God." escaped her lips. I grabbed her hair pulling her head lightly and gently back reminding her who was in control. She looked again at the floor, saying nothing. She knew how this was supposed to be, she had been through it many times since she started coming to me. She knew she and any pleasures she could offer were mine as well. 

I reached up cradling her breasts in my hands, softly squeezing them. Feeling her nipples harden beneath the thin material. "I'm pleased," I told her. She smiled continuing to look down. She had decided to not wear a bra under her dress. I reached around again rubbing her hardening nipples through the fabric. I watched as she bit her lip enjoying my touch, watching her nipples grow even harder. She remained silent with the exception of a brief soft groan.

I lightly massaged her breasts, circling them, holding them as if supporting them. She again said nothing, continuing to look at the ground. Her breathing became heavy. "I do approve of you decision, is there any other clothing you decided not to wear?" I whispered into her ear, lowering my left hand to feel her hips. I pressed my hand harder against her feeling the hem of her panties through her dress. "Intriguing." I said to her. She had decided to wear panties but no bra. I moved around in front of her, lifting her chin. Her eyes continued to avoid me. I smiled and gently brushed her chin and lips with my thumb. "I am pleased with you tonight, my little doll. You have obeyed almost every instruction I had given you." I watched as her eyes briefly turned to me questioningly. I could almost hear what she was thinking. She was trying to figure out what she had or hadn't done. 

I moved away from her smiling. "There are always rules my dear Karen, do you remember them?" I asked. I still heard nothing from her. No sound came from her with the exception of her heavy breathing. I smiled looking at her, "Very good, you realized you didn't have my permission to speak" I said proudly. I watching her fidgeted almost as if she wanted to say something, but she still wasn't allowed to. It was one of the reasons I enjoyed her being one of my dolls. Under my ministrations she had begun to understand what being a slave truly was. 

I walked to the far wall in beside us opening the drapes, allowing the darkening fall light to enter the room. It was almost sundown, a slight hue of orange-red coming in the window. I turned off the overhead lights on the office, keeping the spotlight over her perch lit. The light encircled her in the center of the room making everything around her disappear into darkness. I thought how picturesque the scene was. The soft glowing remains of the day subdued by my slave in the center of the room. I thought about getting my camera and taking a picture, but I realized that some things are meant only for a persons memory.

I took my time before returning my attentions to her. Even quietly sat at my desk, paying bills that were due this month. All the time Karen remained chained in the center of the room surrounded by the growing darkness. I periodically watched her as she continued to fidget wanting to know where I was. And I was enjoying it. I loved seeing the look of wonder on he face as she was trying to figure when I was going to return to her. It was intoxicating making her wait for release from her current predicament. 

I finished paying bills and any mundane tasks and deciding to return to Karen. The room had darkened as the fall daylight left us. I continued relishing the sight of her as she turned her head looking for me in the darkness that surrounded her. "A slave is supposed to obey to their master isn't that right?" I coldly spoke from the darkness. Her head snapped forward again looking at the ground immediately. I moved into the light, picking up the other end of the chain that held her bindings. She remained silent still focusing her eyes downward. "I am not completely dissatisfied with your actions." I told my doll. I now saw a look of frustration and confusion on her face, She even looked as if she was going to speak but didn't. 

I moved in closer to her touching her face, brushing away the red curls that fell over her eyes, bringing her them into my view again. I lifted her face with my hand again, watching her eyes look away. "As I said. I'm not completely dissatisfied with your actions this evening." I told her still holding her chin delicately. She glanced at me for a moment frustration building in her eyes. "You may speak." I commanded her. 

"Master I have done everything you had ordered." Her voice was quiet but excited. 

"Quiet!" I commanded her. I then backed away roughly pulling on the chain. She fell to her knees on the floor. She looked at me briefly, but quickly returned her eyes to the floor. I knew she wanted to say something, but for the moment I didn't allow her to speak. I walked back into the darkness returning with a chair into the edge of the light. I sat down again grabbing the chain that held her. I looked at her for a few seconds. "You have broken rules I set for you. But I think you may not be aware of your transgression. So I will not administer any punishment. Unless you decide otherwise." I told her watching for her reaction. I felt like giving her some feeling a small element of power by letting her decide to be punished or not. I was in a playful mood tonight. 

I watched as she looked up at me pleadingly, I could see she was trying to decide. She didn't know if I was giving her control over her fate. She didn't speak she knew better and remained silent. 

"You've improved." I smiled again at her looking at me now. "Besides you know how I hate to punish. I find pain and force so uncivilized." She moved her eyes to the ground, trying not to let me see the smile she now had. "You may have improved but you still broke my rules." She remained looking down, I again relished in her frustration. As I watched the smile leave her lips I felt she had enough for the moment. "You may speak."

She continued to look at the floor as she spoke. "Master I have worn the uniform you requested, I placed the collar around my neck and bound and attached my own chains. I have obeyed your commands. I have not spoken unless commanded. I don't understand what I have done wrong." Her voice cracked her words hurried. She almost seemed in tears. 

I waited a few seconds after she spoke to respond. "You have done those things and I am impressed that you had done them. But you have broken one of those rules." She looked at me pleading for a response.

"Which rule have I broken? Please tell me so I can make amends." She pleaded with me.

I said nothing as I rose from my chair and walked toward her dragging the chain along the floor. I placed my hand under her chin and motioned for her to stand. I released the chain I used to pull her to her knees so she could. She stood head still bowed. I looked her over for a few moments. Remembering why I agreed to teach her to be my slave. Her blue eyes pleaded with me to tell her what she had done wrong. Her soft fine skin was wondrous to touch. I caressed my little doll for a few more moments before telling her what she did wrong. 

"You spoke without being told you could." I looked into her eyes as I told what she did. She defended herself saying she had not and that she had followed my every command. I knew she really didn't know when she had broken any rules. I watched her tearful blue eyes plead with me as I informed her that when we began she spoke and what she said. She pleaded with me telling me she hadn't even known she spoke. All she knew is that as I touched her she enjoyed it. She hadn't even known she said "Oh god." and again begged for forgiveness. I smiled kissing her on her ruby red lips as she tried to verbally defend herself. Making the room fall suddenly quiet. "I have forgiven you for your mistake, but don't make it again." I lightly scolded her as I pulled away from her watching her lips reaching out to feel mine against hers again. 

"Yes master. I will try." She spoke timidly as she returned her eyes to the floor.

"That's all I ask of you Karen. You've come a long way since you arrived at my doorstep. And I am grateful that you have improved much in pleasing me." I watched her face start to blush. "Now lets removed your bindings. You wont need them for what I have planned next." 

I undid her collar and pulled her hands up so I could remove the bindings on her wrists. She whispered a grateful, "thank you master. I only wish to serve." 

Her eyes remain downward as I continued to untie her. She had done a through job of placing her wrist restraints on herself when she arrived. It took me a few moments to release her delicate hands. After I removed the wrist restraints I pulled the heavy chain connecting everything together softly down, allowing it to caress along her body. I could see the smile on her face as she felt the warmed metal slide across her wonderful breasts.

Karen remained silent not moving from her spot as I walked away from her into the darkness. In the silence between my footsteps I could her her heavy and excited breathing start to slow. She never moved as she waited for her next command.



Playing with Fire



It is late in the evening at an obscure club downtown. The room is hot and full of lights as the music pounds to our favorite songs. The dancers in the room are full of electricity and the dancing is getting fairly sexy. We sit in the corner VIP booth sharing vodka service with those that are interested. We are feeling the effects of the alcohol and our inhibitions are falling as we kiss more aggressively as the night goes on.

You get up from the table to blow me a kiss and you tell me you will be right back. As you walk towards the bathrooms, you run into two men with their shirts mostly unbuttoned. I see you run your hands around their firm muscular stomachs while you turn to me and blow another kiss. This causes a bit of jealousy to build in me but you meant to do that. You leave them behind and continue on your journey. Soon after I see them leave in different directions.

As you return to the table, you throw your hot red panties at my face and have a seat near me.

You lean forward, bite my earlobe and whisper, "I want you to eat my pussy under the table, right now."

I give you a look of surprise, but slide under the table anyway. I move your dress up around your waist to reveal your soaked pussy, which is slightly red from you already stimulating it. I begin to lick your labia and taste the juices that are flowing from between your legs. As I move my tongue deeper inside you, I realize that your taste has changed slightly. I thought about whether you have had another man inside you already this evening. Was this why you are already slightly red and swollen?

I begin to lick harder as the thoughts continued through my mind. Who was it? Did it happen here? Did you just have sex?

Since the taste was quite fresh, I began to speculate that your bathroom trip involved more than just the usual trip to the bathroom. With my tongue work intensifying, you begin to feel the pressure of your first orgasm waving through you. Soon after, you let out a small shriek that draws some attention nearby and you orgasm on my tongue violently.

I slide up from under the table and give you a passionate kiss while my hands begin to explore your breasts. I pinch your nipples through the fabric covering them and this begins to make your heart beat faster. I stop and ask the VIP staff for the curtains to be drawn around our area. 

For the most part we are secluded from everyone seeing, but we want enough space to see the action on the dance floor and the bar. Soon after the curtains are drawn, I see the two men arrive back at the bar and to your delight, their eyes lock onto yours. I see you squirm slightly and wonder what is going on. 

I ask, "Are you interested in their cocks?" 

Without thinking about it you respond with, "I am so horny that I want to feel another man's cock in my mouth. I want to suck it until it cums in my mouth."

With this answer, I begin to squirm myself. 

"I will be right back," I respond.

I get up and go over to the bar. As I approach the two men, they try to look away. Instead I ask them if they would like to join you for a drink. They looked surprised and I told them to please go join you while I watch from the bar.

As the two men approach you, you can now see that they are about 6 feet tall, olive skin tone, fit and muscular. They are in their early thirties and introduce themselves as Brad and Jim. At this point you could care less what their names were! Jim reaches for the vodka and pours 3 shots for all of you to enjoy. As he leans over, you run your hands around the curves of his muscular ass and moan slightly. He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye and hands you your shot. With a quick clink of the glasses, each of you drink the vodka and put your glasses down. 

With a smile on your face, you ask Jim if he has a large cock. 

"Why don't you find out," he replies.

From the bar, I can see through the opening in the curtains that your hands reach up to finish unbuttoning his shirt but you also reach and undo his pants. With his body slightly turned, a large growing cock unfolds in front of your face while Brad sits down next to you. Your right hand wraps its fingers around Jim's cock and you begin to lick the tip with the point of your tongue. You circle the head of his dick with your tongue as Jim's breathing starts to quicken. As you stick his large cock in your mouth, Brad has begun to move his hands up your leg and under your dress. 

I can watch his fingers work their way into your pussy from my view at the bar. A sexual tension builds in me as I watch you suck another man's cock and another man fingering your love box.

I watch as your left hand slips around his waistband and you grab his muscular ass while still stroking his cock with your other hand. Your right hand moves to cradle his balls and you go down on his cock all the way, causing you to gag slightly from the size. You begin to fuck his cock with his mouth as Brad finger fucks your pussy harder with his fingers. I am beginning to become quite aroused as this scene unfolds from between the opening in the curtains. 

As Brad brings you to orgasm, you stop sucking Jim's cock and lean back in your seat to cum with your eyes closed. You let out a loud moan that I cannot hear, but can definitely see from my view. Brad is now impatiently waiting for his turn. 

You reposition yourself in your seat and undo his pants to reach in and grab Brad's cock. Although slightly smaller than Jim's, he is much wider than Jim. As you suck his cock, you realize that this cock has already fucked another pussy earlier in the evening. You can taste the juices of another woman on a strangers cock! This is extremely turning you on. As you suck his cock and slide your tongue around his shaft, Jim grabs your waist to sit you on your knees with your ass high in the air. He fingers your pussy lightly and then wipes the juices on his cock so that he can slide in easier.

With a slow but hard thrust, he shoves his massive cock deep inside your pussy. From the bar I can watch as his tempo increases and he fucks you faster. The music in the room is covering up the sounds of sex as he pumps you hard and you continue to suck Brad's cock. Jim begins to tense from the pleasure of your pussy and the sucking he received earlier. He suddenly stops and cums deep into your pussy. As he pulls out, you stop sucking Brad and move to straddle him backwards. While looking directly at me, you straddle Brad's cock and slide it into your pussy which is still dripping with Jim's orgasm. 

As you fuck Brad hard, you smile back at me and I read your lips as they say, "I want to fuck you so bad". 

Wow, you are fucking another man and you still are thinking about me? 

I begin to move towards the VIP area as I watch you cum once again. Your orgasm was so violent your body shook and then tensed up. As you did this, Brad released his own orgasm deep inside you. 

I then entered through the curtains and said, "Gentlemen, I do believe it is my turn to fuck my horny woman."

Brad and Jim fixed their pants, smiled and left quickly. 

You slide over to the corner of the sofa you are sitting on and tell me, "I want you to fuck me hard and deep right now." 

I undo my pants and pull out the cock that satisfies you so much. I look down and see Brad and Jim's cum gently flowing from your pussy and then I shove my cock into you violently. The visuals from what just happened, the hotness of your pussy and the feeling of the other men's cum feels so incredible. 

With your legs wrapped around me and the angle of attack at the corner of the sofa, I am able to penetrate your pussy deeply and hit those magic spots that drive you wild. As I get close to my orgasm, I begin to feel your pussy tighten in anticipation of your own orgasm. 

I look you into your sparkling eyes and say, "Please cum with me baby."

In response, you grab me with your arms and pull me tightly to your chest as we release our orgasm together. 

We feel completely exhausted and smile at each other wondering what just happened. I fix my pants and you slide your panties back on. 

You turn to me and ask, "Care to dance?"



Playing with Fire



Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for the attention to detail in editing the story. I hope you enjoy the story. Please let me know what you think by commenting. I'd like to know how your found this story ( was it a keyword search, link from another story or just something you saw on the front page ). 

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Karen shut the door softly and locked it behind her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to wake her husband now or later. Her heart was pounding as she approached their bedroom. She knew that she was playing with fire.

An hour earlier she had been naked and on top of the office intern in the back of his SUV. After she finished sucking his cock Karen had ridden his erection, dramatically overplaying an orgasm that he did not contribute much to. Now she was home, ready to confess her transgression to her husband.

It wasn't that Charlie had failed to satisfy her sexual wants and needs. He was a much better lay than the intern was. Charlie's lovemaking almost always brought her to climax, but it lacked passion and spontaneity. If anything Charlie was too efficient. If Karen even mentioned something related to sex he would research it by reading books, websites, blogs and pouring over online forums. His head held a wealth of knowledge on tantric positions and erogenous zones. His technique was nearly flawless, but sometimes almost mechanical. His was focused on her pleasure almost to a fault.

Karen wanted crazy, out of control passion and she had the insane idea that she could channel his jealous rage into what she wanted. They had tried role-playing, but it was too planned, too scheduled. She wanted chaos.

The moment she stepped into the bedroom Karen shut the door behind her. There would be no escape, no retreat. She peeled off her clothes and removed the item she had purchased at the sex shop from its bag. As she stood naked she could feel the last bit of cum from the intern running down her leg. She smelled like sex and Axe body spray as she approached her sleeping husband.

"Wake up," she said softly," I have something I have to tell you."

Charlie stirred and his eyes fluttered open. Karen turned on the lamp that sat on his nightstand.

"What's going on? How was your office party?" he asked groggily. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to focus.

"The party was fine, but I have a confession. Please don't be too mad at me," she said.

"What?" he asked.

Charlie rubbed his eyes again. Why the hell was Karen naked? And why did she smell like a college bar? He sat on the edge of the bed. "What do you need to confess?"

"I...I...I...I had sex with someone at the office. Just once, it just sort of happened," she stuttered.

"What?" Charlie replied; his voice filled with uncharacteristic rage.

"I sucked his dick, and then I rode his cock until he came. I don't know why I did it; I know you are mad at me. We can talk about why I did it later. Right now I want you to punish me for what I have done," Karen said softly. She raised her arm and presented Charlie with her purchase, a black leather riding crop.

Charlie's rational mind scrambled to make sense of the situation, but his emotions had already taken over. He snatched the riding crop out of Karen hands. Even in his agitated state he could not hit her. His rational mind whispered that there was a reason she was confessing this way. She could have waited and had a simple frank discussion about it, instead she chose to strip away her clothes and offer herself to him. His rational mind managed to steer his emotions from violence to vengeance. If she wanted to fuck then she would get fucked. If she wanted to be punished he could do that.

"Stand up," Charlie growled as he rose from the bed.

Karen stood, but kept her head lowered. She smiled when she saw a bulge in Charlie's shorts that could only be an erection. She felt the riding crop brush across her lips, then along the line of her jaw until it reached her neck. 

Karen shuddered as she felt the leather slid up under her hair and press against the nape of her neck. Next it doubled back across her shoulder, and then zigzagged down toward her breast.

His rage had diminished slightly; it was slowly turning to arousal. The change gave him more control and he used that control to guide the riding crop. He circled the periphery of Karen's breast with the smooth leather tip. 

With each orbit he made the circle smaller until finally he pressed it against her swollen nipple. Ignoring her other breast Charlie slid the riding crop straight down until it was between her legs. He pressed it against her dripping wet pussy and then brought it back to her mouth, smearing the wetness on her lips.

"So you sucked his cock?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"I did," she replied quietly.

"Then you can suck mine," Charlie instructed, "and don't stop until I come."

Dropping to her knees Karen lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the head of Charlie's throbbing erection. She gripped his shaft in her hands, sucking hard until her cheeks collapsed inward. This treatment had the intern on the verge of orgasm in less than a minute. 

Charlie took a lot longer; in fact she rarely brought her husband to orgasm with her mouth. Karen did not like to swallow, so she never really tried to get him off with oral sex. Tonight she would try her best to do what he wanted. Even his cock felt angry as her lips stretched to accommodate his girth. 

"You think that is going to make me come?" Charlie asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Karen grunted in response, unable to speak with a mouth full of cock.

"It's going to take more than that," Charlie replied. He grabbed a handful of Karen's hair and began to move her head up and down. He pulled back until his cock slipped from her lips, and then pushed down until it filled her mouth again.

"All the way in and the all the way out, that's what I want," he insisted.

Karen began to bob her head up and down, letting his cock slide out of her mouth each time he head came up.

"That's a good start," Charlie said. Then he grabbed one of her hands and pressed it against the shaft of his erection. He guided it up until Karen felt the bulbous head against her palm, the pressed it all the way down the length of his erection, "That feels good, don't ever stop moving your hand."

As Karen began to apply what she had been told Charlie let out a deep breath. His wife had been pretty good at blowjobs but there was room for improvement. He had tried hinting at what he wanted, but she never seemed to get it. It seemed like now she finally understood. Each time his cock penetrated her mouth he felt his orgasm get a little closer. Each time her palm rubbed against the smooth skin on the head of his dick it sent a shiver up his spine.

"That feels good, keep this up and you will make me come. That's what you want, isn't it. You want me to come in your mouth?" Charlie asked.

Karen grunted yes through a mouthful of cock.

"Say it; say you want me to come in your mouth," Charlie insisted.

Karen pulled her head off his dick but continued to stroke him, "I want you to come in my mouth. I promise I will swallow every drop."

Then Karen plunged her head down and engulfed his cock. Charlie had his hand on her head again, guiding her up and down. Just as he had told she continued to move her hand up and down from tip of his cock all the way down to the base of his rigid shaft. The riding crop pressed against the bottom of her breast and then followed along the curve of her bosom until it pressed against her swollen nipple. Karen could taste the first drops of precum leaking out of Charlie's cock. The salty taste encouraged her. She pressed her tongue against the sensitive spot just below the head of his cock. Karen felt the riding crop fall away from her breast as Charlie approached climax. She felt his grip on her hair tighten

Charlie struggled to hold his orgasm at bay. The combination of her hand sliding up and down his cock as he penetrated her soft lips was too much.

"Oh shit, I'm going to come, I'm going to come," he moaned as he felt the first stream of cum racing through his cock. He dropped the riding crop to the floor as the thick liquid poured into his wife's waiting mouth.

"That's it, take it all, take it all," he groaned, holding her head down on his throbbing erection.

Just as she was ordered Karen sucked down every drop. She rarely let him finish in her mouth. She knew how much he enjoyed it, but had not acquired a taste for the hot salty fluid. This time was different. It was punishment and somehow that made it exciting. Much to her surprise Charlie's erection did not wane even after she had sucked him dry. She wondered what else he had planned for her.

"Stand up," he said coldly.

Slowly Karen rose to her feet, but she continued to stare at the floor. She was not sure she to look her husband in the eye for fear of what she might see. Was he disappointed? Was he angry? Would he even meet her gaze? Had she gone too far?

The touch of the riding crop snapped Karen out of her pity party. She felt it moving down her spine. When it reached her ass the tip followed her hip around until she could see the thin black shaft.

"So he was inside you," Charlie said flatly. 

He pushed the tip of the riding crop between his wife's legs. His anger had largely subsided. The topic of sex outside their marriage had come up once or twice, but he had always thought it was a hypothetical discussion. 

Admittedly, a day did not go by that he did not see at least one woman he wanted to impale on his cock, she had just taken things a little further than he had. Charlie pressed the riding crop against' Karen's vulva. It made a wet sound. He wondered how much of that was from his wife and how much of it was from another man's cock. He traced a line up the center of her body with the riding crop.

Karen watched as the riding crop slowly inched up her body. It left a wet trail across her belly, evidence of both her transgression against her husband and her own arousal. The tryst with the intern had certainly given Karen what she wanted. But at what price, she wondered. Her eyes focused on the smooth leather tip as it approached her breasts. She could not stop looking at it. Karen was aware of Charlie's still erect cock, but her attention remained on the riding crop. When the leather patch nestled into her cleavage the smell wafted up to her nostrils. It was the scent of sex.

The feeling of the leather in her cleavage made her breasts ache to be touched. And then it was pressed against her lips again. Holding the riding crop in place Charlie moved out of her line of sight.

Charlie stepped behind his wife. Her back and ass were bathed in the light from the bedside lamp. He reached over her shoulder and put his fingers on her chin. Charlie lifted Karen's chin and turned her head until he could see her profile. Karen resisted slightly but acquiesced after a few moments. She closed her eyes as the lamp illuminated her face. His eyes were drawn to Karen's mouth. There was a single drop of cum on her cheek, evidence of how she had pleasured him a few minutes earlier. Charlie stroked Karen's lips with his index finger. He imagined them wrapped around another man's cock. He still felt rage and betrayal, but it had lessened since her initial confession. It would not be long before she would be completely forgiven, Charlie knew that. But at this moment he still wanted to punish her. He still felt she needed to make restitution for what she had done. 

Charlie removed his hand and Karen resumed staring at the floor. 

It felt like she had been waiting forever. Karen opened her eyes after Charlie released her chin and resumed looking down. She could see her swollen nipples, they testified to her state of arousal. She licked her lips and was unexpectedly delighted when she found a drop of cum that had somehow escaped when Charlie came in her mouth. It wasn't that she liked the taste of cum, but it was a reminder her of how she had thoroughly satisfied her husband. It was the first stop on her road to redemption. 

Karen hoped Charlie would realize that her tryst with another man would lead them to new heights in their relationship. She had given her husband license to explore his fantasies, to do this that she could not bring herself to ask for. And after what she had done there was almost nothing she would object to. At the moment her entire body ached for her husband's touch, gentle, brutal or something in-between.

Charlie raised the riding crop, and then softly tapped Karen on the side of the neck. She moaned in response. Charlie traced along Karen's spine with the leather tip. He paused at the small over her back. After holding it in place for a moment Charlie retraced the line back up her body, ending on the opposite side of her neck. He stroked her back again, pausing in the same place then continued down until the tip was wedged between her legs.

When she felt the riding crop on her neck Karen's skin began to tingle all over. It felt like the short rod was electrically charged as it traveled down her body. Karen wondered if her husband knew how aroused she was. When Charlie pressed the riding crop between her ass cheeks she shuddered. Knowing that the leather tip was probably a fraction of an inch from her wet and swollen labia was absolute torture.

When Charlie saw the riding crop wedged between his wife's ass cheeks he had an epiphany. He knew how he would exact his revenge. He pulled the riding crop away and set it aside.

"Get on the bed, "he growled, "on your hands and knees."

As Karen complied with his order Charlie opened the drawer to the bedside cabinet. He removed a bottle of sex lube and a toy. He chuckled to himself at the irony. In his hand he held a dildo. It was specifically designed to be slipped into someone's ass. What made it ironic was Karen had been the one to suggest buying it. She had dared him to purchase it, thinking he would be too embarrassed to take it to the register. When he had gone through with the purchase she had even commented that he would enjoy his new toy, saying it loud enough for the clerk to hear. They had laughed about it and then it was tucked away in the drawer and mostly forgotten about. But tonight he had remembered it. 

Karen turned her head when she heard an unexpected sound. She heard Charlie unwrap a condom. Perhaps he was a little weirded out by the thought of sloppy seconds. Perhaps he was so turned on that he thought he would come too fast. It had been a long time since they had needed to use a condom, but she was so desperate to have her husband inside her body she did not care what he was wearing.

Once he had finished unrolling the condom Charlie picked up the lube. He squirted a generous amount on his latex encased erection, and then applied an equally generous amount to the toy. Lastly he held the bottle above Karan's ass and watched the thin stream briefly pool on her skin and the run down between her ass cheeks.

Karen jumped when she felt the slippery liquid hit her skin, partially because it was cold, but mostly because of what it meant. Charlie intended to fuck her in the ass. He had suggested it a few times in the past and she had always discouraged by saying he would have to go first. She even made him buy a toy specifically for that purpose. 

Karen knew that technique would not work tonight. She resigned herself to endure her penance, at least up to a point. She would tolerate discomfort, but physical pain was a hard limit. She and Charlie had agreed to that long ago.

"Are you going to fuck me in the ass?" Karen asked, already knowing the answer.

"No," Charlie replied.

"Then what..." Karen started to ask before Charlie cut her off.

"But you are going to fuck my big hard cock with your tight little ass," he said.

A grin spread across Karen's face. She had to give the man credit for being clever. He had emphasized the word ' you'. He intended for her to push her ass against his erection, she would be the instigator. Then she felt something against her ass. It was cool and smooth; it had to be the toy.

"Remember this?" Charlie asked, "Now get started."

Karen took a deep breath and bit her lower lip. She tried to remember all the things Charlie had encouraged her to read when he was trying to talk her into anal sex. The only thing she could remember was relax and go slow. As she pushed back Karen could feel her ass stretching to accommodate the toy. She tried to remember how the size of the toy compared to the size of her husband's cock, but she could not. She reached back with one hand to touch herself. The moment her fingers touched her wet and swollen labia she felt a shudder pass through her body as the genesis of an orgasm began to form. Seconds later she felt the riding crop slap against her arm.

"No, you don't get to do that," Charlie said sternly. 

Charlie grinned as he held the toy firmly in his grip. Normally he would encourage Karen to touch herself. He loved the sight of Karen's fingers penetrating her pussy. But this time he wanted her focused on one thing and one thing only. He watched as she rocked back and forth, each time taking a bit more of the toy into her tight ass. She claimed she had never allowed anyone to fuck her in the ass. Charlie felt his cock ache at the thought of being the first to feel her virgin ass. Soon her cheeks were pressing against the flared base of the dildo.

"Again, you have to do it all over again," Charlie growled.

Awkwardly Karen complied with her husband's order. The first time had been a little uncomfortable, but the second time went much more smoothly. She willed her muscles to relax as the silicon shaft invaded her ass. She repeated the exercise a third time without being asked.

Slowly Charlie extracted the toy and dropped it on the floor. He poured a bit more lubricant on his cock and then pressed it against Karen's ass.

"Come on you little slut, my big hard cock is waiting for you to fuck it," he said. If she was going to act like a slut then he was going to call her one.

If he had intended to insult or anger her by calling her a slut it had not worked. Karen felt the label applied to her perfectly tonight, especially given her husband's choice of punishment. What could be sluttier than having one guy's cock in her pussy and another man's cock in her ass in the same night? She pushed back and discovered that Charlie's erection was certainly larger than the toy. There was a slight bit of relief when his flared head pushed inside her and her ass clamped down on the rigid shaft of his cock, but the girth of Charlie's cock stretched her out more than any part of the toy had.

"You can finger your pussy if you want to, just don't stop fucking me with your tight little ass," Charlie moaned. He felt she had earned the privilege of a little self pleasure. As he watched his cock slide in an out of her he pressed the tip of the riding crop against her breast. He was tempted to grab one of her tits, but he knew the feeling of her firm flesh would push him over the edge. Even with the condom on, he was rapidly approaching his climax. 

It surprised her when Karen felt Charlie's hips begin to move. She halted her rocking as he began thrusting against her. Each time his engorged head penetrated the space between her buttocks she moaned. Unable to support herself with one arm Karen lowered her body until her shoulders and breasts rested on the bed. Each time Charlie pounded his cock into her she felt the smooth sheets rub against her swollen nipples. She rubbed her labia and clit with wild abandon. Karen was not sure if getting fucked in the ass would cause an orgasm and she wanted to be sure she got off.

Charlie dropped the riding crop and put both his hands on Karen hips, plunging his throbbing erection into her over and over. He heard a series of loud moans that were the signature of his wife's orgasm. That sound pushed him over the edge. Charlie put his right hand on Karen's left hip, then pulled his cock out of her and flipped her onto her back.




Playing with Fire



The force and abruptness caught her by surprise. Just as her climax slowly ebbed away Charlie had flipped her over onto her back. She opened her eyes just in time to see him straddle one of her legs and strip the condom off his cock. She felt his hot cum splatter onto her breast and belly as he came. He continued to stroke his cock until the last few drops of cum and fallen onto her vulva. Charlie collapsed onto the bed, his body next to hers.

"Are you still mad at me?" Karen asked.

"No," Charlie answered, "but there is one more thing I want you to do."

Charlie stood up and then pulled Karen to her feet. Holding her hand he led her into the bathroom, stepping in front of the shower.

"I'm tired of smelling that awful cologne," he said as he turned on the water.

Charlie adjusted the water and then motioned for Karen to enter. She stepped into the shower and reached up to close the curtain, but her husband stopped her.

"The floor's going to get wet," she said.

"Don't care, I want to be sure you do a thorough job," Charlie replied.

Karen let the water run over her body. She did not understand why Charlie liked to watch her masturbate. Seeing him jack off was hardly exciting. Despite his obvious enthusiasm, she was always reluctant to do it, and usually embarrassed when she came. Tonight she embraced her role as his toy. The entire night had been about breaking through boundaries and limits that she had placed on herself. So far it had worked out pretty well.

Charlie pointed to Karen's nether region, "I'm not sure you are done there," he shouted over the sound of the water. He watched as the water pelted Karen's labia. She seemed reluctant to indulge him at first. He scowled at her and tapped the riding crop against his leg and she began to move the shower wand around. 

Seeing Karen masturbate was a rare treat. Occasionally she would let him watch while she used a toy or her hand to get off. This was the first time Charlie had seen her use the shower massage, but judging by the way she handled it, she had clearly used it to pleasure herself before. Charlie's eyes flicked up briefly to see Karen's breasts. Judging by her swollen nipples she was enjoying the show she was putting on. Charlie put his hand on his half hard cock. He knew that his enjoyment of watching Karen masturbate was not reciprocal, but he did not care. Besides, Karen's eyes were shut and she seemed to have drifted off to a very happy place. Charlie continued to encourage his erection. He could hear Karen moaning over the sound of the shower. The combination of watching Karen get off and his stroking brought his hard on to full strength.

Her climax was getting close when Karen felt Charlie take the shower wand away from her. Before she had time to be annoyed at him for interrupting her moment of bliss he had pushed her against the wall. His hand gripped her thighs and he lifted her up just high enough for his cock to press against her labia. Karen wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She felt Charlie engulf her. His mouth pressed against her, his chest smashed her breasts flat and his cock rubbed against her wet slit.

Charlie broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. Karen could see that he wasn't done treating her like a slut yet.

"Tell me you want my cock in your cunt, you slut," he growled.

The course language only heightened her arousal, "I want your cock, and I want it deep in my cunt. I want you to fuck me till we both come," she snarled back. 

The words went from Karen's mouth straight to Charlie's throbbing erection. He rammed his cock into his wife's pussy. She cried out softly each time he penetrated her, each time he thrust the full length of his manhood into her. Finally he felt her body jerk and then go limp. He thrust into her one more time and then let the last bit of cum in his body flow into her. Charlie kissed her again and then lowered her to the floor.

Karen turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, he foot splashing in a puddle on the tile floor. She grabbed two towels, first handing one to Charlie, then starting to dry herself off.

Turning to face him Karen looked her husband in the eyes, "Am I forgiven?"

"Yes, but you can expect the same punishment, or worse, if you so much as mention this. And if you do this again I don't know what I will do to you. Do you understand?" Charlie replied.

It was the tone of his voice that intrigued Karen. It was almost encouraging. She knew she would be mentioning it again. Someday she would want Mr. Hyde to return and now she knew exactly how to get him.



Playing with Fire



This story is based on what is going on in my life right now...only, I don't have the kahunas currently to act on it as the main character does!

Comments are welcome, as it may just become a chapter story...I'd love to know how the readers see it playing out...I guess we'll see how the summer unfolds... 

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I knew I would be at home alone with the family out of town that night, so when he invited me for a drink after a long day at the office, I enthusiastically agreed. As I logged off and closed up the office shortly after five, I sent a text, "Leaving now." 

"Meet me in the garage," came the quick response, and I smiled slightly, wondering if he had parked out of the mindful camera's sight. I grabbed my purse and left, heading quickly to the garage. Sure enough, I found his car, parked in the corner where no cameras could record or monitor. 

I chuckled as I opened the passenger door, and teased, "You know, we have to stop meeting like this." 

We had been playing with fire for months, but never done more than a quick petting session. He was a married colleague and those two attributes made what I was contemplating completely out-of-bounds. Yet here I was, in his car, ready to see where this would go, or where it would end.

He leaned over to kiss me, squeezing my hand at the same time. I looked up, into his face, unsure of his thoughts. I ended the kiss and leaned back into the plush seat, closing my eyes, wondering what the hell I was doing. While my mind was telling me this was a bad idea, my body was saying the opposite.

We headed to a nearby pub, where we had a delicious meal, and finished it with a drink. The conversation flowed smoothly, and my nerves were calmed with the second drink. As dessert finished, he asked if I had time for a quick drive. Agreeing, I bounded playfully to the car. He pulled out of the parking lot, and drove to a secluded spot in a nearby park. Turning off the ignition, he got out of the car and opened the trunk. From within, he grabbed a blanket, a bottle of red wine, and two plastic cups. 

I laughed, teasing, "Classy!" 

He laughed too, explaining it would have been tough to smuggle real glasses out of the house. "Hell, it was hard enough with the blanket!" I could imagine, and laughed along at the thought.

He led me through a path to a small clearing, and spread the blanket on the forest floor. As he opened and poured the wine, I sat on the blanket, quietly contemplating...

Handing me a glass, he relaxed beside me. I could feel the tension building as we chatted, neither quite sure where we wanted this to lead. I took a gulp of the wine to cover my awkwardness.

Never before had I been in this situation; not wanting to rush or go further than he was comfortable with, unsure of what he wanted from me. Knowing what he thought he wanted put me in the difficult position of judging how and where to stop. A position made more difficult because I was not sure I wanted to stop it, or would stop whatever this was, when it came right down to it. Yet still, it was not uncomfortable, and I found that a relief.

Growing somewhat giddy and bold in the late evening sunshine, I asked, "Wanna see something? I brought a surprise." 

I opened my purse and held up the vibrating toy. Chuckling at the schoolboy grin, I lay back on the blanket, and placed the toy on my skirt, over my clit, and closed my eyes. I tried to get into it, but found I was too worried about other people around, about getting caught. He noticed, and asked what was wrong. I stilled the vibrator and started to explain. As I did, I heard voices approaching, and we quickly packed up to leave, both somewhat panicked and brought back to the reality of our situation. 

We took a roundabout way through the forest back to the car, each silently lost in thought. As we got back to the car, I quietly asked, "Wanna just go back to my place?" 

"Ummm, I'm not so sure about that, Jane. I mean, it is a bit more dangerous than here, isn't it? What about your neighbours?" 

"My neighbours won't notice or care," I pleaded. After about fifteen minutes of cajoling and challenging, I convinced him it would be fine, and we headed out of the park. I stroked his thigh as he drove, knowing I was still turned on, feeling the desire within. He had turned quiet, and I felt I needed to curb my enthusiasm, to get my hormones under control. Nothing would happen. Nothing could happen. Nothing!

We pulled into the driveway, and I unlocked the door, leading him into my home. As he took a seat in the recliner, I handed him a beer from the fridge, and poured myself a shot of tequila. I turned on music and sat in the recliner beside him, separated by the small console built in to the La-Z-Boy loveseat. As I sipped on my tequila, he relaxed into the chair, putting his feet up while looking around. "This is nice...not quite what I had expected though, to be honest." 

"What did you expect?" I asked.

After a long pause, he answered, "I guess I thought you would bring me home and finish what you started in the park." 

"Ohhhh?" I teased, "You want to finish the show? Here, or upstairs?" "Here works. I think upstairs would be a little too much for me. I am already feeling like an interloper here." 

I stood up, finishing my drink, and moved to kiss him. "Don't feel like an interloper, Richard. I am fine with you here. Sit up?" I asked. 

He did so, and I moved to sit on him in the chair. As I hovered over him, he slid a hand beneath my skirt, feeling the wetness on my panties. I lowered my weight, pinning his hand between our bodies, and began to grind on to his hand. After only a moment's hesitation, he began to move his hand in rhythm against me. His touch, the alcohol, the whole situation turned me on...I relaxed, finally, and began rocking my body against him. I removed his hand, placing it on my breast, encouraging him on, and began to rock hard against him, feeling him grow beneath his jeans.

He, too, seemed to relax, and began to rock his hips against me, closing his eyes and roughly massaging my tits. I could tell he was turned on, and slowly backed off of him, sinking to my knees on the floor at his feet...

On my knees at his feet, I leaned in, rubbing my hands up his thighs, slowly massaging the flesh beneath. As I moved towards his upper thighs, my grip lightened so that I was barely running my fingertips across the denim. I brushed lightly across his groin, feeling the hardness beneath, and slowly increased the pressure of my fingers as I continued to stroke him slowly. He closed his eyes, focusing on the growing need within him, surprised at how easy he was finding this erotic enjoyment. Maybe it was not such a bad thing, after all...

In his mind, conflicting thoughts whirled. What about my wife? What if this goes sour? What if she gets attached? What if, what if, what if... He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt her hands reach for his belt, slowly undoing it. He opened his eyes, and watched silently as I undid his pants and slid my hands beneath his t-shirt. Is this the make or break moment, he wondered...

He closed his eyes again, and relaxed back, lifting his hips as I reached to lower his jeans. 

"Oh, God, what am I doing?" he thought, but did not stop her. 

Rather, he reached for her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. She returned his kiss with just as much intensity, and he gave himself up to the inevitable. He crushed her to him, allowing her tongue to explore his mouth, and decided he would go with it for now. 

She made him feel alive, vibrant, wanted, and he liked that. She certainly turned him on, excited him, and he knew she enjoyed that as much as he.

Coming to that conclusion, he didn't stop her when she ended the kiss and moved her lips to his neck while reaching to remove his t-shirt. He found himself sitting in just his boxers as she planted soft kisses on his chest, working her lips down his body. He could feel himself twitch as her lips reached his stomach, knowing precisely where her lips were heading...

He felt his body still as my lips reached the elastic of his shorts. My hands reached for the top of them on each leg, and he willingly lifted his hips from the chair to allow me to disrobe him completely. I slowly removed his boxers, kissing first one thigh and then the other, following the boxers to his feet with my lips and tongue. At his feet, I slowly lifted first one, then the other, leaving him naked before me. 

She looked up to him, with a teasing glance, and he felt himself get harder, just imagining what beautiful torture she had planned, waiting with anticipation for her next move. 

With a grin, I closed my eyes, and began to feel my way up his body with my tongue, slowly licking my way up one leg while raking my fingernails against the other. Finally, my lips reached his upper thigh, and he inhaled sharply as my mouth wrapped around the head of his hard cock. To his surprise, I went motionless, and he found himself exhaling a small whimper of disappointment that he found unwarranted as my tongue began to circle the head. With a groan, he leaned back, enjoying the sensations I was provoking with my ministrations. He lost all sense as I continued. 

There was nothing but her moist lips and smooth, hot tongue, slowly bringing him closer, making him squirm with delight.

Then suddenly, my mouth was gone, and he was left hard, wet, wanting more. He opened his eyes, and found me kneeling at his feet, unbuttoning my blouse, my eyes moving from his face to his hardness. He found himself smiling, blushing under the scrutiny of my eyes...

"Was that so bad?" I asked, continuing to unbutton, and then remove the shirt. He knew he should stop me, wanted to stop us both...

Instead, he sat forward, and as I let the blouse fall to the floor around me, he reached to unclasp my bra, removing it slowly, letting my breasts fall free. He leaned in to kiss one, and as he did, I leaned backwards, taking him with me to the floor. He did not stop me, and pressed into me, his mouth suckling on a hard nipple as I moaned beneath him. He slowly bit the hardened nipple, first gently, testing, increasing the pressure. He found himself oddly surprised that she seemed to enjoy this roughness. Frankly, it turned him on, and he moved to the other, treating it similarly. I arched my back, pushing my breast into him, signalling a desire for more. He moved to lie beside me, taking his weight off, but not his lips, never his lips...

He reached a hand to her skirt's hem, slowly raising it to her hips. A light brush against her hot flesh was like electricity, jolting through him. He liked that she moaned softly as he ran his fingertips along the damp cloth between her legs. He enjoyed more that she slowly moved her legs apart, making room for his exploration. He heeded the signals, and began to rub his hand against her once more, while his teeth pulled against the tender flesh of her nipple. He liked more the immediate reaction to his touch. She was cat-like, sensual, in the way her body moved in response to his touch. He had desired her for months, and now that she was beneath him, thrusting her hips to meet his hand, he was shocked to find his inner turmoil lessened. There was no thought of consequence, of tomorrow; there was only the two of them, in this moment of intimacy and pleasure.

Slowly exploring her, he found himself wanting - needing - to feel her wet flesh in his hands, needed to taste her, and he raised his mouth from her breast to remove the wet garment that stood in the way of his hand. Unlike her slow teasing, he removed her panties quickly, burying his head in her flesh, tasting her completely, hurriedly, like a man unleashed into a wilderness. He could not get enough of her, and reached his hands beneath her ass, tilting her up to allow better access to her. He devoured her flesh, nibbling, sucking, and running his tongue through places he had imagined for months. As her hands grasped his head, he felt the utter need to be inside her, and roughly moved his hand from under her ass to between her thighs. At the last moment, he reigned in his desire, and found himself slowly, gently working his way between her lips to the wetness beyond...

He tentatively pressed a finger against her, only to feel her body yield easily beneath him, finding his finger quickly inside the slippery smoothness. He started fingering her, taking his lips from her, sitting up to watch her reaction to his touch. She was letting him lead, and he wondered briefly if it was intentional, allowing him to find his comfort level. 

As the thought left him, he asked. "Are you okay with this? I mean, you seem okay with, and I am really enjoying myself, but are you really okay with where this is going?" As he waited for her response, he watched his finger as it entered and left her body, covered in her juices. Fascinated, he slowed his pace, watching intently. Slowly, his mind caught on to the fact that she had not answered, and as he pushed his finger in deeply, he stopped. She looked up at him, questioning. "I need to know," he answered quietly.

"Yes, I am okay with this. Are you?"

Am I...? Wow, with that one question, he found himself stuck. Regretting, yet wanting more. He was terrified of the answer, for it did not bode well, either way. But in this moment, he found that he was absolutely okay with the situation. Maybe that would change with time, but he was determined to finish what had been started. 

"I am more okay with this than I ever thought I would or could be," he replied quietly as he began to move inside her again. And surprisingly, he found truth in his words. He would deal with any consequences later. He needed this.

As he brought her closer to the brink with his hands, she stopped him, stood, taking his hand, and pulled him after her, leading him to her bedroom. 

"I never have been fond of sex on the floor," I teased.

Inside her bedroom, he looked around. It was cozy, with reminders of her husband and family in the pictures on the dressers and wall. He felt a moment's hesitation, but she did not notice as she moved to sit him on the bed. She slowly removed her skirt, standing naked before him for mere seconds before pushing him down on the bed and crawling on top of him. 

"I can't do this in this room," he thought. Oh, he certainly wanted to feel her enveloping him, but could he? With all these pictures of her and her happy family around, seemingly watching them? 

"Uhhhh, Jane, I don't think I can do this," he blurted. 

He could see her face fall with disappointment at his words, and rushed to reassure her. 

"It is not you, not us...it's the pictures, the thoughts..."

"Oh." 

A silence impregnated the room before she moved from the bed. He watched as she turned pictures face down on the dresser, and removed two family montages from the wall beside the bed. 

"Better?" I asked.

He looked around the room, contemplating, and found that it actually was better. He wanted to fuck her, and the idea of doing so while images of her husband and children taunted him was not a good thought for him. He began to second-guess everything, doubts creeping into his thoughts... 

Swiftly, as though sensing his reluctance and hesitation, she returned to the bed, and lowered her face to his lap, sucking deeply on him. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to forget the doubts and concerns, once more enjoying the sweet torture her mouth brought him. She removed her mouth, and reached to the headboard, grabbing and opening a condom. As she unravelled it over him, he sputtered, "Jane, I really can't do this!' 

She paused, poised above his length, looked at him, and stated flatly, "Neither can I, Richard."

With that, she lowered her body onto his hardness, wrapping him in her heat. He could feel the tightness around him as she began to move up and down his length, and he groaned loudly as he gave up, reaching for her breasts. As she fucked him, he alternated between rolling and pinching her nipples between his fingers, and massaging her roughly. One part of him was mortified that it had gone this far, but another, larger part was telling him to relax, not think, feel, and enjoy the sensations.

As she began to increase her pace, his cautious side left him, leaving him wanting more and more. With pride, he watched as she grew closer, and he began bucking up into her depths while holding her hips, enjoying the sensations as he bottomed out inside her. He watched her face as she got closer, thinking how absolutely erotic she looked, tits bouncing as she raised and lowered herself on him. He could see beads of sweat appearing as she continued her unrelenting pace, and he knew it would not be long for him.

"Stop! Please!" he begged, but she would not relent. He quivered, trying to slow everything down, knowing she had not yet cum, and knowing how close he was. This would be a one-time thing, and he wanted her to enjoy it, to be fully satisfied...he willed himself not to cum, wanting to wait for her...

She began to grind circles, sitting in his lap, and he moved a hand to where their bodies joined, finding her clit hard and slickly covered with her own juices. He began to circle her clit with the same intensity as her rotating hips, and quickly found her growing louder and more frantic. With a guttural purr, he could feel her pussy clenching around him as she threw her head back and moaned his name loudly...

"Oh, god, Richard, yes....fuck..."

He was hard-pressed to restrain himself as she came around him, but he selfishly needed to prolong this interlude. He knew as well as she that it would be only this, and he wanted to ensure that she would remember and think of it, and of him. As she collapsed, spent, on top of him, he manoeuvred from beneath her, leaving her face-down on the bed. 

He moved behind her, and, stroking his fingers across her ass, lifted her hips in the air, entering her once more, immediately resuming a deep, fast rhythm. He could feel her pussy continue to clench around him with every stroke, and quickly found himself on the brink. 

He lowered himself onto her back as he shot his seed into the synthetic between them, biting her shoulder to hold back the loud groans he worried would arouse her neighbours. It felt so good to release himself within her, even within the plastic sheath. He collapsed into her body, slowly rolling to his side and pulling her to her side against him as he slid the condom off. 

"Shower?" he whispered into my ear. 

"Mmmm, go ahead...I am going to lie here and enjoy the afterglow."

He slipped from the bed, and padded to the large tile shower. As he washed, lathering himself, he wondered what to do now. Should I leave now? Stay? He was unsure of the "protocol". Would she be upset if he left? Did he really want to? No, truthfully, he thought to himself, he wanted to crawl into the bed beside her and fall asleep with her pressed against his body. It was a comforting yet entirely uncomfortable thought. 

Regrets ran rampant, and as he stepped from the shower, he determined to go home, slip into bed with his wife. He grabbed a towel, and hurriedly wiped the moisture and memory from his body. But, then he saw her as he stepped from the bathroom. 

She was curled on her side, breathing deeply in sleep. He stepped to where he could watch her face, still slowly wicking the moisture from his body with the towel. She looked so peaceful and contented, with a small smile curling her lips, and he briefly wondered if it was of him she dreamt. He could not resist, he reached out to touch her, running his hands lovingly up her leg. 

To his surprise, she reacted with a moan, rolling over and once more spreading her legs for him. More surprising to him, he could feel himself hardening as he watched her. He moved to the bedside, and crawled in beside her, snuggling close.




Playing with Fire



He wondered if she would notice, sleeping, his growing desire. Doubtful, he thought, as he curled himself around her and snuggled his face into her shoulder and hair.

Within moments, they both slept.

He awoke slowly, dreamily dragging himself from sleep to a darkened room. Looking at the clock, he could see it was quite late, and was thankful he had told his wife he had to travel out of town for work. In the moonlight, he eyed her curves, remembering the antics of the night, hoping he had not just made a huge mistake. 

Lightly, he caressed her side, watching his hand as it ran over her hips. He was surprised to find himself hardening once more. Brazenly, he pressed against her, wondering if she would wake, but she did not. Slowly, he moved his hard cock against her, half of him wishing she would wake, the other half praying she would not.

As she continued to sleep, he became more bold...he moved his penis between her thighs, rubbing slowly against her. With a low moan, she moved, and he froze in fear. He was enjoying this, and did not actually want to wake her...

...minutes passed, and as her breathing again softened, he moved against her, feeling her, still wet, around him. He could not resist...just one thrust, he thought as he slid, naked, into her. Oh, god, the feeling was exquisite, he thought. She was soaked, slippery, and so tight and hot and wet. With the last dredge of doubt vanishing, he began to move in and out of her, bare. It thrilled him when she began to push her ass against each thrust.

He knew he could not and would not cum inside her, but he was sure he could resist, and the thought of cumming all over her tits made him thrust harder and faster against her. What would she do? Would she sensually rub her hands over her breasts, or would she be horrified? He slid from her depths, padded downstairs, and poured himself a glass of tequila. What the fuck was he doing??

He sat naked on the recliner, absorbing the gravity of what had occurred, and what he still wanted to do-almost needed to do. It was not a process without guilt and fear, but he felt he could trust her. Only, how would she react? That thought kept him in the chair, weighing his options. He got up and poured himself another shot, still evaluating.

Finally, he decided he would just try it and see. He climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom slowly. He slid in the bed behind her, and deliberately entered her soft folds. Grunting against her sleeping frame, he brought himself close. He slowed, pushing deep within her, trying to wake her. As she began to awaken, he continued slowly. 

When she was fully awake, he began to fuck her in earnest. Her gasps and moans excited him, and before he came, he quickly pulled out and rolled her onto her back while his hand continued the frenzied pace on his shaft. 

Opening my eyes, I massaged my breasts together, a quirky smile on my lips as I asked, "Is this where you want to cum?" 

With her words, he exploded onto her, covering her with his semen from her breasts to her belly. To his immense pleasure, she gazed over her body and began to rub the silky liquid against her skin seductively.

The slept again briefly before dragging their tired bodies from bed to prepare for the long work day ahead. Arriving at the office, they went their separate ways, with the usual cordiality and polite, professional banter. 

I was not sure how this dangerous dalliance would end, but it had been a week since that morning, and nothing further had happened between us, although we had spent our lunch hours together, exploring the more discreet spaces in and around the office with an eye to the possibilities. 

I still don't know what I want, but I expect I will discover what I want together with a particular, married co-worker. Much to my chagrin.



Playing with Fire



The following story is based on some facts. However my fantasy has added much to make it (hopefully) more interesting to the reader. I have to remark that it will be a mere coincidence only if anybody thinks it is he or she being the one mentioned.

I will take the opportunity to express my great thanks to BGMIFUN for his editor views and for making my bad English more correct and smoother.

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My name is Sarah, happily married to my lovely man, Thomas, but there have been some trouble in earlier days. The reason was entirely my own fault. I don't understand how Thomas tolerated it. I thank my lucky stars he did.

We got to know each other when we were young, Thomas 19 years old and I two years younger. I had just graduated. Since I had came out well from high school there was no difficulty to get a well paid job. 

My girl friends enviously told me that it was due to my appearance that I got the job. That's not true. My body was (and still is) quite ordinary. Being 5'3" tall and with small tits (B) I didn't think men would be interested. Also my somewhat reserved and shy personality contributed to it. Yes, Thomas obviously liked me but he was the exception that proved the rule. We had promised each other that one day when being "rich" we should be married. 

The job I got was at a construction company doing business in the paper industry. At the beginning I served different civil engineers. After about a year, I mainly worked for one of the engineers. He was said to be important to the company as he had many inventive ideas.

Of course I was flattered by the task to serve an important person. I told Thomas about him. Oscar was his name. Thomas and I had a very great sexual life together during those nights when we were able to be for ourselves. I didn't think he would be jealous when I talked about Oscar. So I gave Thomas an unreserved description of Oscar. I said he was about ten years older. A very nice man having good manners. A well trained body of about 6 feet. He was sought after by the company women. As far as I knew he had been married once. Now he lived as single.

The situation at the office was peculiar in that the owner thought that men and women had to be separated. They should have the least possible contact with each other. Therefore the engineers, all men, worked in the main building. The secretariat was to be found in a small annex building. However, sometimes in urgent cases, the secretary was allowed to walk over to the engineer for discussion of the actual matter.

Mostly I had no reason to visit Oscar at his office room. It was located up under the very roof of the main house. Once the loft had been a lumber-room of the house when used as a diplomat villa. Now it mainly was used as a store for drawings and models of machines produced by the company. There were a great deal of narrow winding passages, corners and high and low beams.

Furthest away from the elevator a spacious office room was arranged. It had a large window with a view of a green park outside on the other side of the street. The furniture was the common one of an office. A large desk in the middle of the floor, a swivel chair, a visit chair at the opposite side of the desk and some bookshelves and filing-cabinets stuffed with books, drawings and other documents. In this room Oscar was the king.

For many months I met Oscar only occasionally. He was often abroad and when in the office he was very busy. I was also busy with all his reports, letters, instructions and proposals of new machines solving different problems. One day, it must have been almost two years after my employment, he asked me to go over to his office. I thought he had some important work to discuss. I entered his attic room. He was sitting in the swivel chair behind the desk as usual. "Please sit down," he nodded to the other chair in front of him at the other side of the desk.

Instead of talking job he began to ask me about my private life. If I had a boyfriend and where I lived. What I liked to read and if I had some hobbies. He put the questions in a friendly way. Such as a father with concern for his child. 

I told him that my boyfriend Thomas and I planned to get married next summer. We had bought a small house just at the outskirts of the city. As I was very interested in reading I let him know of what books I had read during the last months. It was modern poems as well as classic novels. 

He listened very attentively. I didn't understand why he was so interested in me. But I registered that he was concerned when I talked about Thomas and my future marriage. He got a wrinkle in his forehead. He looked at me with his friendly eyes and wished me all luck for the future. 

He stood up and went to the window. I admired his masculine body, his well trimmed hair accentuating his powerful back of his head. His upper part of his body with its wide shoulder part gave me the feeling of strength. 

After a while he turned to me and without a word he walked around his desk. He stood right behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. "No!" I shouted. I stood up and rushed out of the room. Back in the secretariat my whole body shivered. My female colleagues giggled at me where I sat in front of my computer incapable to do anything.

The very same night Thomas and I paid a visit to our new house. Still there were only a few pieces of furniture. A table and four seats in the kitchen. A twin bed in the bedroom. We prepared a simple dinner and sat in front of each other at the table.

I described the situation with Oscar in his room up there in the attic of the main house. I told Thomas how embarrassed I had been. The air had suddenly felt so charged. 

Thomas said that he quite well understood my reactions. But as Thomas said, nothing real awkward had happened. However he was happy that I had left the room and shown to Oscar that I didn't accept improper advances.

I told Thomas how much I loved him. "Nobody is so important to me as you, Thomas. You are just the man I really want. Of course Oscar is very masculine," I said. "But that has nothing to do with any love." 

Thomas was still unsure of my feelings. "Even if you don't love him, you obviously found him sexually attractive." He asked me if I hadn't played with the thoughts of going to bed with Oscar? 

My answer failed. I saw how it hurt him and how sad he was the rest of the night.

However, we continued to prepare our new home. There was a lot to do for having the house in order. It got late and we decided to sleep in our new bed. Thomas made his best to get me hot. I sucked his cock and tried to concentrate my mind onto the actual situation. But my thoughts were back to Oscar. I believed it was Oscar laying in the bed! Oh how ashamed I was when thinking of what Thomas had said. 

The next day I got a quite difficult case which had to be discussed with Oscar. It was awkward to get in touch with him. I tried to delay the meeting. But after lunch I had no choice. I took courage and went over to Oscar. He looked formally at me when I entered his room. I placed the documents in front of him. We discussed the matter for an hour or so.

When I was to leave he apologized for his behavior yesterday. He said that he did not intend to frighten me. He told me that the reason for his bad action was that he was reminded of his younger days when he met his ex-wife. It was long ago. "She was a lovely young lady like you. We had some very lucky years together before she got in touch with a famous man. He robbed my wife! True, she wanted babies but I never was successful to give her any." Then he described her tenderly. 

I asked if he had any picture of her. From one of the drawers he took out a wedding photo. I looked at it and found a woman with a beautiful outlook. Quite different from my own! 

He missed her desperately, he said. He had tried to forget her by working abroad for some years.

We talked about his life as a single man. He admitted that he felt very alone. He worked a lot. When he was at home he consumed great number of books. He spent hours in the city main library. Besides that, he took long walks in the nature around the city.

I had been listening to him without thinking of the time. Suddenly I looked at my watch. "Oh dear me, I had to go!" 

He said that he hoped I had forgiven him for his impudent manner yesterday. 

"Of course I do!"

When leaving the office I went directly home to Thomas and my new house. I was eager to explain to Thomas what Oscar had told me. But Thomas never appeared that night. I did not see him until the end of the week. How sad I was. I fully realized that he was deeply hurt by my failing answer last night. At the same time I felt rather angry at him keeping away from me.

During the rest of the week Oscar was away for affairs abroad. Thomas was unreachable. I tried to call him. His cell phone only answered with a recorded message: "The owner cannot take the call for the moment but you can leave a message after the tone." I left a message: "I love you tenderly and really miss you! Please call me immediately! Loving kisses from me!" 

But Thomas never called back.

It was a horrible week. I had no one to talk to. I spent all my spare time in our new house waiting for Thomas. I sobbed and cried myself to sleep every night. Late Saturday afternoon he appeared. 

I dashed to meet him! I hugged him! My tears flow down my cheeks. "Thomas, how happy I'm having you back here." 

He laughed at me and said "I will be drenched if you don't stop crying."

He never told me where he had been. But he admitted that it had affected him very hard that I admired Oscar in such a way as I had explained. He had thought of breaking off the relation with me. It had been hard days with many dark thoughts. Finally it had stood clear to him that he loved me too much to be able to leave me.

He looked seriously at me. Kissed my lips. Hold me tight and said: "I can't live without you!" 

That night I was treated in bed as never before. He started very carefully caressing me. Unbuttoned my blouse. Kissed my shoulders and then let the blouse drop to the floor. Cuddled my nude tits. Sucked the nipples hard and continued down my body. Released me from my skirt. Kneeled in front of me and put his face in touch with the crotch of my already soaked hipsters. He bit my pussy lips hard through the hipsters.

I shouted of pain but most of happiness.

He got hold of me and carried me to our bed. Laying on my back my hipsters was removed in an abrupt way. I had never seen Thomas so excited. 

His clothes disappeared. His cock pointed upwards in all its length in a hungry way. I could see pre-cum glistening just on the tip thereof. He bent down over me and began once more to kiss me from my mouth and downwards. He made me shout of pleasure when rubbing my clit in the most passionate way. 

I moaned and was close to an orgasm. All my body was engaged in a twisting and bending movement. It was in a shape of a bow just to shot away an arrow. "Oh dear me," I cried out! "I'm, I'm .... Ooooh!"

He stopped his action to give me time to recover my breath. Then he started to eat my pussy. He sucked my wet pussy. Forced his tongue inside my vagina. Again I wasn't far from an orgasm. And when his thick cock was immersed in the herb garden I screamed high. He grunted and breathed hard. We cum simultaneously. He forced his cock deep inside me and delivered portions of sperm. I felt the rays against my cervix.

It was late Sunday morning when we woke up. Laying face to face we cuddled a little. I was so happy to have Thomas' body tight to my own.

Later that day we talked about the terrible week. He said that he understood that he never could rule my thoughts. "You have some feelings for Oscar and I have to accept it. But promise: Tell me always the truth whatever will happen." 

Following weeks were wonderful. The nights together were heavenly. I found myself more active in bed than ever. For the first time I allowed him to try my ass hole. It hurt a lot! But he acted cautiously. And after some nights it added also to my pleasure. But the situation I liked most was when Thomas licked my pussy and gave my clit nice massage.

My daily work at the office was easy to handle. Thinking back to the night before and to the night ahead with Thomas made me flying on clouds. My female colleagues said that they never had seen me so relaxed.

Oscar was back from his business journey. He had obtained many new orders giving me much work to do. I often was over to him in his attic room for discussions on how to put together different letters and contracts. 

We often joked but never touched each other. Occasionally we discussed the last read book. I found his knowledge and opinion most interesting.

As a rule I visited the city main library once a week. I knew that Oscar often spent late evenings there, but I had never seen him. Tonight was the first time. Without recognizing it we happened to stand beside each other looking at the same new book. I glanced at the person beside me. When I saw whom it was I whispered: "Are you looking for this book too?" Surprised Oscar turned to me. "Yes, it is a very popular new-comer." 

"Can't we go to the library restaurant and discuss it?" he asked. As it was quite early I said "OK".

We sat down side by side in front of a table. Having ordered a cup of tea and sandwiches we took a look at the book in front of us. Our talk was dealing with the author and his other books and his sexual fantasies often being a matter in his stories. 

Suddenly I felt Oscar's hand on my thigh. "Please, No!" But his hand moved upwards under my skirt. Reached the area of my naked skin between the stocking end and my thong. Oh god, I liked it! At the same time I knew it wasn't right. His fingers began striking the pussy lips through the thin thong fabric. I got wet and I knew that he was aware.

"You must not do it! I'm in love with Thomas! And please don't destroy my wedding day." I told him that I had promised to report if he was touching me in an inappropriate manner. 

Oscar immediately withdrew his hand. He asked me to understand how much he really loved me. He wanted to see Thomas to be able to explain his feelings.

"If you really love me as you say, please show it to me by keeping your hands away! I like you very much and want you to be my friend." Then I left him and went home.

I told Thomas of what had happened. He found it sad that Oscar was forward in such a way. In the long run he thought it would be difficult for me to resist his advances.

I was sorry to hear his words. "Don't you trust me?" 

He answered that he was well aware that I did what I could, but he was afraid that my feelings would make it hard in a hot situation.

Thomas definitely doesn't want to meet Oscar. "He is too smart and I'm too green to defend you and myself."

The days and weeks ran away. When forced to discuss the work with Oscar we did it quite professionally. Of course, we also joked and laughed at all sorts of things just as good friends. I thought that Oscar had found it for good not to embarrass me anymore.

One day I felt very childish and thought to do some sort of a practical joke by hiding myself in the dark behind a pillar outside Oscar's room. He had asked me to come over for an urgent matter. On my way from the elevator I climbed a high beam behind his door. 

He had heard me leaving the elevator. As I never appeared he looked out in the dark attic and asked where I was. 

I replied with a whispering voice that he had to search!

He found me. My wide skirt had betrayed my hiding place. "Aha, there you are! Come down! We have a job to do," he ordered me. 

"Oh, it is too high for me to jump down! And it is cramped and narrow up here. Please help me," I asked.

He looked at me and said that I had chosen the place myself. "So it's up to you to solve the problem." Then he left, shut the door and went into his room.

There I stood. Unable to climb down I shouted for help! Only Oscar could hear me. 

After a short while he came back. "If I help you I want some payment," he said. 

"What do you want?" 

He laughed. "Your briefs! And I have to bring them off by myself!"

"You are crazy! But I have no choice! Do it!"

He came close to me. Brought his hands slowly up along my thighs. I couldn't resist the shiver of my body. He gently stroke my buttocks. Took hold of the briefs waist and brought them slowly down. I stepped out from them. He folded them carefully and put them in his pocket. 

Then he repeated his action. Brought his hands slowly up inside the skirt along my thighs. Sure my face was red glowing of horror and desire in combination. 

I had imagined that he would keep hold of my waist outside the cloths. But no! He raised me with his arms around my waistline and carried me inside his room. He brought me down on his desk. It was cleared from all papers. There I lay on my back.

He started to unbutton my skirt. I objected loudly, but he only said: "Such it is playing with the fire!"

The skirt was removed and my blouse went the same way. As I never used a bra I was fully naked on his desk. He bent forward and kissed me tenderly. My body wanted but my brain said No! 

He cupped my tiny tits and got further by kissing and licking my belly. His left hand was placed on my pussy at the same time as his right hand made its way with his trousers and boxers. I raised my head and saw his rather long and thick cock pointing to me. 

His face was now close to my pussy. His tongue circled my clit and a finger tried to find my vagina. Then there it was inside and reached the G point. My brain had been drowned by my sexual desire. I moaned loudly.

He spread my legs wide apart and moved me so that my pussy was in line with the desk edge. His cock wasn't late to find its way up between my wet pussy lips. I loved it when he brought it up and down. His hands were now cuddling my tits. 

I grasped when his thick cock was forced inside my vagina. First only a short way, but for each stroke deeper and deeper. I shouted when his cock with its whole length was brought inside me. Oh it hit my cervix! It felt like my uterus was pushed far up in my midriff. 

From Oscar's more intense breathing I understood that he was close to cum. I too was near orgasm. He grunted and got a strange desperate look in his eyes. My vagina squeezed his cock due to my orgasm and with a roar he delivered several shots of sperm deep inside me. Our bodies relaxed and we were back in the reality again!

"Trying to do some work was out of question," he said, "we take it tomorrow." 

Having dressed I left his room. 

I was very worried about what had happened. Thomas was right: I couldn't resist when the threshold of consciousness was passed. I hurried to get home before Thomas arrived. I stripped off my clothes except my briefs were already lost! Showered and washed carefully. Just as Thomas put his keys in the front door I put my dressing gown onto my nude body.

He found me sitting at the kitchen table. All my body shook! I looked ashamed at him failing to say anything. I think he understood the situation at once. 

"No! He got you?" 

I burst into a flood of tears.

Snuffling I told him in detail what had happened. How dumb I was to start the hide-and-seek play. How stupid I was to climb the beam unable to get down myself. "Oh! How can I ever be your wife? You have to punish me!"

Thomas stood in front of me. His face was unhappy to say the least. He silently looked at me. Finally he said: "How to punish you? Cutting your clit off? No, my sincere love to you will be the most effective punishment! Every time I show you my love you will be reminded of your escapade and feel deeply ashamed. You silly woman!"




Playing with Fire



He hugged me and kissed my forehead. Carrying me to our twin bed he laid me on my back. The dressing gown front pieces got away from each other showing my small tits, my flat belly, my well-manicured bush above the spread pussy lips between the thighs. "Oh god how I love you," he whispered.

Later that night we agreed that I had to quit my job and keep away from Oscar as far as possible. Thomas said that I had to watch up on my easy going feelings!

At lunch time next day I went to my lady shop to buy new clothes. I had determined not to have skirts any more. I found a trouser suit which would be accepted for office use. Dressed in my new clothes I returned to my job 

My female colleagues looked astonished at me and told me that the managers did not like women dressed like that. When Oscar saw me in my new outfit he complimented me. It really favored my body shape he said. "But you will not be long here with such clothes."

Quite right, next morning I was called to the personnel manager. He explained to me that at this office the rule was that women had to wear blouse and skirts or a dress. 

I replied that I found it more suitable to have trousers. "If it wasn't accepted I will quit my job at once." He was astonished and tried to convince me to stay. But finally I signed my resignation paper. 

Back in the secretariat I collected my belongings and left for good. Never said good by to anybody, not even to Oscar!

When discussing the new situation with Thomas we found it perfect for the time being that I remained at home. It was only two months till our wedding day. I had a lot to do.

The important day was here. The wedding ceremony took place in an old church. Our parents and my older sister were there. She had arrived some days earlier from down under. We had not seen each other for several years. She looked wonderful and had a desirable body. There were also our invited guests sitting at the very front rows. Some other people also attended the ceremony.

When having obtained my wedding ring and being blessed by the clergyman we turned around. Faced to the public to my astonishment and consternation I saw Oscar sitting at the row closest to the exit door. At that distance I couldn't see his face expression.

Thomas and I looked at each other. Gave each other a deep love kiss and began walking down the aisle towards the exit door. There was no trace of Oscar! Were my eyes deceiving me? I never told Thomas about what I thought I had seen.

The wedding celebration for all our guests was arranged by my parents. Thomas and I were eager to be by ourselves. We left the festivities as soon as possible. Our wedding night was tremendous. Having no thoughts of everything else but ourselves we cuddled and made love all night long.

Our honeymoon was spent in a somewhat unusual way. A fortnight in a small cottage deep in the forests in the north far away from the civilization. We were devoted entirely to ourselves. We rove the woods and were as one piece with the flora and fauna. 

Above all, we got closer to each other.

Soon the every day life was the fact again. It was decided that I would be a so called house wife. At least for the moment. I had bought a dog forcing me to take long walks. I got plenty of time for reading and started to write a lot. 

The time for visiting the city main library was carefully planned to avoid running the risk to find Oscar there. In fact I had not seen or heard of him for more than a year now.

Fortune smiled on me. 

Thomas had got a new job as a psychotherapist. He had also been engaged by the national broadcasting corporation for weekly half an hour programs of conversional 

therapy. Oh, I loved to hear his soft voice when he talked to unhappy people, particularly when it was a woman needing help.

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Playing with Fire



How it all started:

I had recently been laid-off from a tech job and a fellow co-worker and I decided to start up our own company doing IT consulting. 

It just so happens that my business partner had already gotten a lucrative customer in his hometown which was what he depended on to pay his mortgage payment. In order for me continue in the business with him and have income he said I could help on this job site while we built up our customer base.

My business partner told me to drive to his town, a eighty mile drive, and take the tour of the departments I would be supporting. 

The following morning I got up and made the long trek. The town, which will remain unnamed due to its size and the ease at which people in this story could be easily identified, was small. It had a population of less than 30,000. This meant that rumors circulated fast in town. Needless to say the environment was completely different from the town of nearly 750,000 I lived in.

I met up with my business partner at 7:50 AM and he gave me the low-down of the city facilities I would be working at. First we went to city hall then to the water department, fire department and lastly the police department.

Before we entered the PD my partner gave me the heads-up on the manager as I would be working closely with her. He described her as a "MILF with huge tits" then elbowed me in the ribs and grinned. Needless to say my interest was piqued.

We walked inside and he gave me the tour of the PD. We first stopped in the dispatch center where my partner introduced me to the dispatchers on duty and showed me the network room where all the phone and radio lines entered the building. From there we went to the briefing room which was upstairs and secluded I might add. This is where all the officers meet during shift change to discuss the latest B.O.L.'s, warrants, crime trends, etc. Back downstairs to the sergeant's office and lastly the break room. After that he introduced to the commander then to Lynn's office.

We walked in and my partner introduced me to Lynn. She stood up, smiled and shook my hand. She had a nice grip, not overly firm and not like a dead fish. Lynn was about 5'5" tall with strawberry blond hair, out of a bottle, blue eyes and maybe 145 - 150 lbs. Lynn was no twig, she was built for comfort. Her most noticeable feature was her augmented 38DD breast under her V-neck sweater. She was proud of her chest and didn't try to hide or subdue their appearance.

My partner let Lynn know I would be coming in once a week to provide support, mainly for the PD but I would also provide support to city hall, public works and the water department when needed. It was decided that Lynn would let me know what new tasks had come up and emergencies that needed to be taken care of.

It was a very relaxed atmosphere. Usually I got my list of issues then took off and did my work unsupervised.

Due to the nature of where I was working many areas were secured. This in turn would require Lynn to let me into these areas as she had the keys. Most of the time Lynn would just stay for a while and talk while I worked on the systems.

After a month or two Lynn and I carried on like good friends as we BS'd and joked about life in general. More often than not I would be on my back under a desk and she would be in a chair either on the other side of the desk or in the desk chair right next to me. This often afforded me a nice view of Lynn's legs which were always shaved, tanned and smooth.

The first clue I had that there might be some interest on Lynn's part was when I would work on a system she would look over my shoulder and put her hand on my shoulder or she would lean in close enough for her breasts to graze my arm or back.

The first few times I just thought that she was unaware of our distance. What convinced me was when she mentioned the photos her husband had in their home office of her on his Harley posing topless on some local back road. In particular, she mentioned the computer screen saver he had on their home PC. She described it as a photo of her with nothing but a bath robe on a hotel couch and she described how she was spreading her legs for the camera. 

She went on to tell me a story of when her husband had a close friend come over and the friend and her husband went into the home office and there she was, proudly displayed on the screen saver for the friend to see. She said she wasn't really embarrassed and that her husband had taken pictures of her to show friends. My jaw dropped to the floor and all could think of was what she must look like without clothes.

She went on to tell me how she and her husband belonged to a web page devoted to exhibitionist and that her husband had submitted some of these same pictures there and if I acted quickly I could see the pictures of her nude.

A few weeks went by and I said I couldn't find her pictures on the web page. She stated that "maybe" she could sneak a few out and bring them to work. I took "maybe" to mean it really had little chance of happening. Still I held out a thin thread of hope that maybe I would get a glance on day.

About two weeks passed and it was a typical Wednesday morning. My business partner and I arrived in Lynn's office to see what the priorities were for the day. When we walked in she stood up and asked one of us to shut the door behind us. At first I thought something was wrong and a task had gotten screwed up or someone had complained about my work.

My concerns went away when I saw your Lynn reach into a desk drawer where she usually kept her purse and she brought out a cream colored file folder. Much like the ones people would have in a desk with documents in it. To my surprise this file folder held the photos she had told me about. She showed us two photos of her topless on her husband's black Harley. It was parked on some rural road and she was posing on it. 

After a few minutes I realized the door was still closed and that soon someone would come knocking on her office door as she managed several people. Not at all cool considering I had a huge erection. So Lynn put the photos away and I went into an adjoining server room to cool down and to get to work.

About three minutes later my partner came into the room and had a huge grin on his face. He told me that Lynn asked if he wanted to see the real thing. To which he responded yes. So she shut the door again and pulled her sweater and bra up and showed him her bare 38DD breasts.

My partner went on to say she asked him if he wanted to touch them but he said he declined. This last part I am not sure how much I believe beyond her showing off her breasts in person.

After telling me what happened after I left the room my business partner bailed and left me to do my work.

Within five minutes of him leaving there was a knock on the door. It was Lynn, she walked in the rather small server room and shut the door behind her. She then produced the same file folder and showed me the picture she described was on her husband's home computer screen-saver at their home office. It was at this point that I knew she wanted more than to just tease me. She put the picture back in the folder and asked if I liked it.

I was speechless so I reached over to her right hand and placed it on the crotch of my jeans which was failing miserably at hiding my raging hard-on. Lynn squeezed my cock with her right hand and stroked me through my jeans. After a few strokes it became painful as my cock was stuck at an awkward angle but I didn't dare stop her as I had no idea how long she would continue to stroke me, nor how far she was willing to go. Lynn must have sensed my discomfort as she made a gesture with her left index finger and looked down at my crotch and then looked into my eyes and pointing to her mouth.

I nodded yes and she dropped to her knees with her feet against the door and facing me and undid my belt and zipper. Lynn opened my pants and slid her soft hands inside my underwear. She pulled my cock free as she slid my underwear down enough to have a free view of my cock and balls. With her right hand she slowly started to pump my cock while she fondled and cupped my balls with her left hand.

Not wanting to be caught jacking off the hired help's cock she wasted no more time stroking me and licked my cock starting at my balls and running her tongue up the underside of my shaft. As soon as her tongue reached the tip of my head it disappeared into her mouth.

I almost lost control right there and shot my load. Then I realized where I was, inside the police department a mere five feet from the Commander's office door with my zipper open and my cock buried in one of his co-worker's mouth. I bit my lower lip and hoped the drone of the server fans would drown out any noise I might make or any slurping sounds Lynn was making. I have to be honest I thought we were loud as hell but at that moment I didn't give care. In reality I was probably being paranoid.

I came back to my senses and the joy I was receiving at hand, no pun intended. I realized this wouldn't and couldn't last long so I tried to lean down and grab a handful of her breasts while still keeping my cock in her mouth. Thank god she had a V-neck sweater on as my hand slid right down the opening and inside her bra. I cupped her left breast with her nipple resting between my index and middle finger. Just as I did she moaned as she deep-throated me.

That was all it took to send me over the edge. My legs flexed, my head shot backwards as I looked up at the ceiling and my hips thrusted forward as I shot my load of cum down the back of Lynn's throat.

Through the fog of ecstasy I was a bit worried she would gag or not like me cumming in her mouth but she continued sucking and stroking me till I was empty. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me and opened her mouth to show me my own cum still inside her mouth. She kept her eyes locked onto mine as she closed her mouth and swallowed. She then opened her mouth to show me she had swallowed my entire gift to her.

I quickly pulled up my underwear and zipped up my pants as best I could without zipping my balls in my zipper and tightened my belt. Lynn stood up and faced me with an evil grin on her face.

Being an equal opportunity type of guy I reached down and slid my fingers along the crease of her pussy lips through her slacks. I then stuck my tongue out to let her know I intended to return the favor. She nodded no then kissed her index finger and put it to my lips. She then put her hand behind her to open the server room door. She peeked out into the hallway to make sure nobody was lurking outside then quickly stepped out and shut the door behind her and returned to her office.

I went through the rest of the day in a fog trying to grasp what had happened in the AM. Shortly before five PM your Lynn came back into the same small room and gave me a repeat performance only this time she let me return the favor which was kind of difficult since she was wearing pants and not a skirt. Being a man on a mission, I got the job done much to Lynn's approval.



Playing with Fire



I was a cuckold in the past and rehearsing my erotic anguish in the present was common. I was never cuckolded with my pleasure in mind, but in college I had a weakness for the wrong type of girl. My ability to fantasize the hard parts of my life was more like being trapped inside of an obsession. My wife had knowledge of my distant past, and is aware of myself proclaimed description as being a "cuckold".

My wife is attractive at 35 with a great body gifted to her by great genetics. She was raised in a family with divorce and was always very guarded when discussing other people dabbling inside our relationship. Although at times she would allow herself to be seduced by erotic talk during love making. Afterwards she would get cold feet and retract anything she agreed to liking in regards to other men, but I always thought it was in fear of ruining our relationship.

As time went on she played at various levels with me and supported my obsession with erotic pictures. She knew I showed a few close friends the pictures as she was sworn to silence that I received the same treatment from those friends. The friends were all close and people I knew for years, and two of them dated my wife before I did in the past. I always suspected that she might have known I showed them more then I originally admitted. The fevers created from hearing other men approve of my wife caught fire and had me search out other audiences to see her. I was careful at first and only searched for wanting men online in areas remote to us, and with her face deleted from the pictures. Later for special remote audiences I stopped deleting the face, and would search for wanting men in areas closer to my home town. I was circling closer and closer to areas more dangerous.

I eventually found one man looking for "married couples" in my region, but not in my home town. We chatted and he very quickly got all of the available pictures of my wife with her face deleted. He was the perfect man in my opinion; he wanted married couples and he was our age. He never spoke to me in ways that would make it sound like he was requesting something, but more in a forceful and demanding tone. It was his dominance that had me travel down the preverbal rabbit hole. 

His interest in my wife's pictures was apparent right away, and questioned if someone like me wanted a real cuckold experience. I described my fetish to him, and he fully understood how I would gladly thank the man that seduced my wife. He questioned my ability to help the right man achieve that goal. When he sent a picture of his cock asked if I would surrender my wife to him, and I admitted: "yes". I had never been gay before, but this man had me feeling like the dick on my screen had taken complete control. I confessed with passion how I would help see him pleasured as my master; he then asked for the wife's pictures with the face intact.

I was so lost in the erotic moment I sent him all the pictures with her face intact. I sent him pictures of use as a couple so that he had reference. I was so hard and aroused after sending him those pictures that I could not touch my cock in fear of breaking my ecstasy by cumming.

When he next messaged me he asked that I turn on my web cam. I had already showed my face in the form of a picture and following his request only added to my desire. I was reading messages from a screen as I was "told" to remove my clothes and slowly masturbate. I was feeling that this direction was going farther from my fetish as I am not gay, but when he demanded that I verbally tell him how I want his cock in my wife I eagerly obeyed. I confessed many of the same things I previously wrote, and went into detail how I would degrade myself for him. He had me pose with my cock and made confessions on how far I would be willing to allow another man to go. He was as interested in fucking my wife as me being his celibate cuckold. He had me verbally agree that his idea of me sucking his balls as he cums in my wife was something I was born to do. As I stroked I described how it suddenly turned me on thinking of his balls lifting in my mouth as his cock convulsed inside her. I declared that I would cum anywhere but inside her in his presence.

As I was getting closer to climaxing he requested that I cum on the table so that he could later see it. I came quickly afterwards while moaning the name he gave me to call him; "master".

Like the drops of cum that fell so did my fever. I was quickly losing that extreme need to be dominated as my hyper sexuality was deflating in my hand. I looked at the web cam that was as silent as before and I feared how far I went this time.

It was at this time that I whispered his last message on the screen as I read it. It congratulated me by name, and I at no point did I give him my name. He then called us both by names in his message, and apologized for being misleading that he lived in another town. We both live in the same small town. 

I was speechless and felt like someone that just got burnt playing with fire. He wrote more quickly as I must have looked like I needed to be talked down. He said that the pictures I supplied would be safe from friends and family if I do one last thing for him. His openness to be discrete while knowing me, and the danger of him still wanting to remain in control had my own cock turn against me as it instantly started to rise again. My next words were "what do you want".

With the camera focused on my own cum laying on the table I was told to lick it up. Normally this would be impossible after cumming and losing my nerve, but my cock under his control had a convincing argument. I did as I was told and with a voice screaming inside me to stop I licked the table clean.

The messages stopped and I sat looking blankly at the cursor on the screen for several minutes. I was too scared and panicked to even get dressed. I might have sat in that chair even longer if my cell phone didn't ring. The caller was someone I knew well, and I considered not answering it. The cursor on the screen came alive and told me to answer it. This last statement and the pressing of the receive button on the phone was too much as I shed my first tear.

The caller greeted me and asked if I was having fun. I tried to change my tune and act as my normal self with this well-known person. He only laughed my feigns away and reminded me of what he just seen and heard, he also admitted to knowing it was me after I sent the original pictures of the wife with the face deleted. This was one of my friends that I showed my wifes pictures too, and it was the friend that previously dated her.

I was mad and betrayed. I knew I couldn't explode as it couldn't end well for me. I was stunned and didn't know what to say, and he used this to control the conversation at this point.

He asked me if I was serious about what I describe to him on video. With almost no shame or reason to lie I admitted that it was all true, but wish to remain secretive about it. He then asked if I would like him to help with my conquest to be cuckolded and disgraced by another man. I again agreed, but admitted that if it weren't for him pushing I would never likely have the courage to find a man capable of seducing my wife.

He then spoke in a tone that sounded slightly angry and firm; "do you want me to help push you into having it all happen". He described himself as being the person I fantasied about, and how he secretly dreamed of taking my wife sexually and humiliating me personally to her. I had no idea I had created a grudge with him so many years ago when I dated his ex-girlfriend. I was discovering that one of my closest friends had secretly envied me for years, and always carried resentment towards my relationship with his ex-girlfriend.

I was talking openly with a friend I knew for over 27 years, and how we both had desires for specifically him to destroy my masculinity in my marriage. He made his desires clear when he confirmed that he had the long term fantasy of having me suck his balls while he cums in my wife, and made lite of how he is aware of our consultations with a reproduction clinic regarding my low sperm count. My lack of opposition to him wanting to breed my wife as I would feel his balls squeeze seed from inside my mouth broke down all illusions that I was the same guy in our eyes.

This was the ultimate thing he could have said during that call and it had an instant response by my cock. It quickly rose to attention. He made notice of it as he was still looking at me from the view of his web cam.

I did feel shame as he told me that he saw my positive reaction, but he wanted to hear how I wanted these things to happen. He warned me that his fantasy is parallel to mine and that he being in power will likely change things between us. He conceded that my wife ultimately gets to decide, but will demand cooperation from me to help him make it happen. His last warning was that once we started only he or my wife gets to choose when it stops.

I was drunk with arousal again at his terms. I had even started to stroke my cock without noticing. He pleaded that I take time to think about this agreement as it would be final. I looked at the camera and continued to stroke my cock with the promise that I was serious in helping him anyway I can.

"that's a verbal contract I suppose", he said.

"Bleep"; incoming file appears on the screen.

The file was large and it's clearly video. He asks me to watch the video before I cum and change my mind. After a period of time the video finally arrives. I was in shock as it was a complete video playback of our previous web cam discussion. I had my video cam on, and he must have been recording his desktop image. He had video of me pleading for an unknown man to ravage my wife, and humiliate me in return. I raved at how nice his man hood looked, and swallowed my own cum at the videos end. The video would look very poor upon me if it were to become public knowledge.

I pleaded with him not to show anyone and that I was serious about helping him. He responded by saying "that moment has passed and it's not about your permission anymore. This is about you understanding what happens if you change your mind and work against me". He continued in saying "things have changed now between us and the control you gave me has me harder than I have ever been".

If I was more of a man I would have done something other than continuing to masturbate while watching the video. I could for the first time hear his pleasure as I stoked for him dominating me. He urged me to look hard at what I really am in the video, and how there was no going back to the way we were. He made comments on how small my cock was, and deduced that it was its small size that made me want the things I wanted. His ridicule on the size of my cock created a reaction between us that raised both our sexual commitment. I wasn't long after those comments that I again came on the table in respect to his earlier orders. He was pleased that I remembered to finish there without his instructions, but reminded me to lick it up again this time.

With this last orgasm my libido dropped much farther than before. I paused before licking my cum off the table and he made quick demands that I do it. I tried to reason with him that I wasn't in the mood any longer and not push for more than I was willing to give. After a brief warning I saw a link on my screen appear. It was for a website that linked pictures and videos of what we captured today. He was very angry, like a lover scorned. This was no longer a game for him, and I was crushing his fantasy he was willing to bleed for. He gave me one more chance before he threatened to email the link to my wife's Facebook page. I was angry as well and didn't think that he would.

He asked if I had access to her facebook page. I did and he requested that I go there very quickly or else. I found the link in her inbox. I deleted it immediately and for the 2nd time I shed a tear, but this time it was followed by many tears. As my pleas turned to sobs I could hear his excitement and had images of him touching himself. The more I begged the more he seemed excited. He resent the message to her profile so that I could only powerlessly delete it again. He was breathing heaving and grunting while pleasuring himself with each sob and plea I made to have him not resend the link. His ability to control me was stronger than his ability to control his lust.

He was moaning while talking to me now as he was in ecstasy. He gave one last warning "lick the cum or I will find a way to send that link to another address". With tears over my lips I began to lap up my small pool of melting cum off the table.

I could hear his jubilation as he came on the other side of the phone as I gagged on my disgrace. I questioned if his orgasm would calm his demands, but instead he explained that this is how it will be when regarding sexuality and my wife. As I listened to him speak it was obvious that this was real to him, and that all conversation was going to revolve around him being reintroduced as a suitable person to cuckold me. With his decision made he questioned how we could arrange a way so that I could prove that I withhold sexual intercourse with my wife. He had many ideas, but only one was immediately possible. At his demand I wrote his name with a black felt marker on my ass. Being unable to be naked while with my wife so his branded name is never seen was satisfying for him.

I listened for a while and looked into the mirror at the visual label I gave myself. I self branded the name of a life long friend on my ass, I realized it would be difficult to wash off but it wasn't exactly permanent. What was permanent was how everything we shared together has changed, and how every joke we make will end with me being his actual bitch. I went completely outside of my body as I began to think of ways I could help him in anyway he chooses......



Playing with Fire



This is another story that came from inspiration I had a bit ago. I think it is a decent enough take, and different enough in perspective, from the obvious influences that it is not a straight rip. I can't really claim that anything is original, though. I have them listed at the bottom. 

Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex between females and depictions of sexual slavery. If you are under 18 or offended by this type of material please do not continue. Otherwise, read on and enjoy! Also, any resemblance of the characters in this work to people either living, dead or fictitious is unintentional and purely coincidental. 

Playing With Fire ©2015 softi. All rights reserved. Send comments to my contact tab. 

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Amy pulled the black flash drive out of the envelope. It had been sitting in the rec center locker as promised. The stick weirded her out, actually finding it there. It made all of this bizarre scenario more real. 

"What the fuck is Caroline doing?" she whispered to herself. "This is fucked up." Still, her friend had made her promise, so she slipped the drive into a port on her laptop and scanned for viruses. It came up clean. 

The files were there as promised. Three videos. They were supposed to be of the three sessions from the last week. Three sessions with that monster. She'd seen the stuff Caroline had on Professor Collins, with all of the things she'd done with other students. Amy couldn't understand why Caroline wanted to be in the same room with that predator, much less do what Caroline was doing. She should have gone to the cops. 

But Amy had promised, and she would watch over her friend. She sighed and clicked on the first video. 

Caroline sat on a plastic and metal chair, sitting on the left side of the frame. She looked like a student, dressed in jeans and a light sweatshirt. The room was larger than Amy had expected, almost as if this was happening in a classroom. On the other side of the screen, sitting in a similar chair, was the professor. The predator. 

Professor Collins, she thought. Fucking creepy bitch. 

Collins was leaning forward, her elbows on her thighs. She looked so normal, like any other professor. She had on a blouse and comfortable pants instead of the long black dress and pointy hat that Amy felt she should, being the witch she was. 

Caroline had a few papers in her lap. She looked from the professor down to the documents. "Professor Collins, here is the list of things that you will not do to me." She cleared her throat and started reading them off. 

"One. We will have three sessions a week in this room, on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, each one hour long." She adjusted in her chair. Amy was a little confused by the length, since this video said it was 1:10 long. Maybe it just included this declaration of rules as separate from the session. 

"Two. Outside of this room, I will remain free and intact. This room is the only place that I will be hypnotized and follow any of your commands or obey you in any way." Caroline looked up at the professor. Amy could see that the woman was a little unhappy. She probably wasn't used to being told what to do. 

"Three. Any hidden triggers and all instructions and commands must be removed at the end of the session, except for those that will allow you to more easily hypnotize me during these sessions. They must have the caveat that they will only work during these sessions." Collins frowned more, if possible. 

"Four. I will remember every moment of our time spent in here." The professor turned her head slightly, obviously wanting to say no. 

"Five. The three one hour sessions will be the only times you can hypnotize me. At no other time will you hypnotize me or control me in any way." Collins shifted. Her eyes glanced to the camera. 

"Six. Every moment of my time spent with you will be recorded and sent to anyone I designate, including any authorities I deem necessary. You will never distribute the recordings, or any other record, visual or otherwise, of these proceedings, except for giving them to me to distribute as I see fit. You will immediately delete all copies in your possession, and will never try to find out who I have given the copies to." Collins muttered something under her breath. 

"Seven. Everything addressed to me will be audible by the camera." The hypnotist shook her head a little. 

"Eight. It will only be the two of us in these sessions. There will never be anyone else in the room with us." 

"Done yet?" Collins asked. 

"No. Nine. No anal, no permanent marks, no piercings and no tattoos." She looked straight at the professor. The woman growled. Caroline smiled and looked back down at her notes. Amy remembered how her friend had said Collins loved making girls change their look for her, and go outside their comfort zones with the things they would do. 

"Ten. You will abide by any change to these rules or any additional rules I choose to make in the future." The professor covered her face with her hand, supporting her elbow on her thigh. 

"Eleven. Any breach of these restrictions will immediately and irrevocably render this contract null and void. All material regarding the actions of Professor Collins will be immediately released to the media and proper authorities." Caroline looked up at the frowning woman again, who looked trapped and resigned. 

"So, other than these stipulations, inside this room, you will be in control." Caroline looked a little excited now. "You will hypnotize me, and... yeah." 

When Amy had heard Caroline's fetish and her plan to take it further, Amy had just stared at her friend in disbelief. For a few years, apparently, Caroline had been surfing the web, reading stories, finding sites, listening to MP3s, searching out chats and role-playing, all to feed her growing mind control addiction. Amy had tried her best not to look incredulous as her close friend described how it wasn't enough, how she wanted to take it further, actually be controlled instead of just playing along. Amy had forced herself not to laugh, to just accept that this was a part - a strange, twisted part - of Caroline. 

Now Amy was watching Caroline sitting across from a fucked up individual, one that had raped tens if not hundreds of students around the campus. Amy had seen all of the evidence for herself. Caroline found out about Professor Collins' secret a couple of months ago, and snuck a camera into the professor's playroom. Amy's friend had gotten video with sound, and they both watched as the woman corrupted relatively innocent students into complete sluts, willing to do anything to please her. They saw orgies, gang bangs, prostitution and other disturbing acts, things that disgusted and enraged the two girls. Most importantly, though, was the supposed mind control that happened, where the girls Collins accosted shouted kidnapping and rape at first, but eventually capitulated, and were changed into submissive, bisexual slaves to suit the professor. Such brainwashing was supposed to be impossible, but Collins apparently did it. Amy wasn't sure if or how or what really was going on.  

Caroline, though, had her own take. Each of the professor's conquests spent time being hypnotized. They were all theoretically unwilling, but Amy didn't really believe that, even with all that was happening. The girls involved wanted to do it, or were just playing along with it. Caroline instead figured that Collins was actually doing something to them, changing them and their core beliefs, their view of themselves and who they were. 

When her friend finally came forward to Amy with her thoughts and desires, Amy almost laughed her out of the room and right to the police station. Something in Caroline's face, though, a look of fear, nervousness and vulnerability at sharing her kink, made Amy take it all in and accept that her friend was a little... bent. They ended up hugging a lot through bonding tears and Amy somehow agreed to do this favor for Caroline. 

Amy sighed, wondering if she really had three hours to spend on a Sunday afternoon making sure that Collins didn't do anything out of bounds while Caroline was "under her influence." Not that Caroline would be doing anything without consenting anyways, because that's how hypnosis worked. Amy considered not even watching, but she figured she better know what happened if her friend started asking questions. Amy could skim the sex bits if there were any, and probably would wind up skimming most of the rest as well. She'd pay just enough attention to repeat a general idea of what had gone on. The textbooks on her desk were really what she was going to be focusing on; the paper due at the end of the week was a huge one in her history class with the asshole Professor Durgan. Amy opened the massive Western Civ book to the first of her tagged pages and brought up Word next to her media player. 

"Do you have a more comfortable chair?" Amy heard Caroline say. She glanced over to see Caroline adjusting in her seat. The two were sitting closer, knees nearly touching. "I think for me to drop under it might be better to have a couch or recliner or something." Amy kept watching. 

"No, no," said Collins. "This will do. I can capture your mind as easily here, on these chairs, as elsewhere." She pulled out an old-style metronome, with the long bar and sliding weight to change speeds. "I have this set to the perfect rhythm to hypnotize you, Caroline. Soon you will be mine, and you will do anything I say." The professor smiled for the first time since the recording started. 

Amy shook her head and refocused on her history text. The ticking from her speakers was a little annoying. She thought about muting the volume, but sighed and let it go. She really should be listening, just in case something came up, and she could deal with it later if was really distracting. 

"Please hold the metronome up to eye level. Good. Now hold it there. Follow it with your eyes." 

Amy rolled her eyes and look at the video again. Caroline was sitting with her hands up, holding the wooden pendulum up to her face. Amy wondered how exactly this was supposed to work, since Caroline's arms were going to get tired. She went back to her school work. 

"Concentrate on the metronome, and hear it's ticking, see it's movement, feel it relaxing you as you drift into the motion..." 

Amy shook her head and stopped paying much attention to the recording. Collins droned on and Caroline sat there and listened. Amy's direction for the paper took shape as she relaxed into working on her outline. She only looked up when she realized that Collins had paused. Amy checked, and the video had been running for maybe fifteen minutes. Caroline was sitting still, slouched in the chair and her face slack, staring at the metronome which her hands held in her lap. Amy kept watching for a minute. Collins looked happy, then looked up in the direction of the camera and frowned. She looked like she was thinking. 

"Hear the ticking in your mind." Amy wasn't sure she was ever going to forget it, irritating as it had been. She sighed and went back to her homework. She was so focused on it that she didn't glance up for another fifteen minutes. When she did, she saw her friend standing up next to the chair, taking off her shirt. 

"What the fuck?" Amy started watching in earnest. She sort of knew that sex might happen, but the very straight Caroline was doing this on camera, with a woman, and distributing it. Amy wondered if anyone else had a copy. 

"Good girl, Caroline. Now the pants." Amy watched her friend slide her jeans down and kick them off. The shoes had already been removed and were sitting next to the chair. 

"You're doing so well, Caroline! Now your bra." The bra joined the other garments on the floor. 

"Good girl, Caroline. The panties too." She slid them down her legs and tossed them onto to the pile. 

"Good, good, Caroline. Doesn't it make you feel so good to obey me?" 

"Yes," came the sleepy reply. 

"Touch your pussy lips. You can feel how good it is to obey coming from there, can't you?" 

"Yes." Caroline's hand trembled, but didn't rub. Amy couldn't make out enough from the video to tell if her friend was really aroused. 

"Gently stroke, Caroline," ordered Collins. The girl started moving her fingers. "Good girl. You can feel it in your mind, can't you, the way you are rewarded when you obey." 

"Yes." 

Amy shook her head. This was too much. She couldn't believe her relatively innocent, heterosexual friend, the one who had had one boyfriend in high school, who had had only two here in college, and who blushed whenever sex came up in conversation, was standing openly nude in front of this bitch, masturbating. 

"Good girl, Caroline. You love being conditioned to obey me." 

"Yes." 

"Say it." 

"I love being conditioned to obey you," droned Caroline. 

"You love obeying me," Collins said. 

"I love obeying you." 

"Keep chanting it." 

"I love obeying you. I love obeying you..." 

Amy watched as her friend stood still, rubbed herself, and chanted on about how she loved obeying the predator. It was sick and twisted. Amy finally looked away. Her homework wasn't quite as interesting as it needed to be to distract her, though, and she looked back at the window displaying her friend. Caroline was chanting something else now. 

"Obeying Professor Collins is pure pleasure. Obeying Professor Collins..." 

Amy shook her head, but didn't look away. Something about this was enthralling, holding her attention. Her friend was kinked in the most fucked up way imaginable, and she was saying things that no person in their right mind should be saying. It was addicting, like watching disaster coverage on the news. Collins would occasionally change the mantra, but Caroline kept playing along and chanting whatever the woman asked. It was all the same kind of crap, where Caroline was saying obeying was awesome and she would always obey the professor. 

Collins stopped Caroline, and that made Amy look down at the clock. She'd been watching for another fifteen minutes, without attending her homework. A little upset at herself, she glanced back at the screen. Caroline was dressing. 

"Please sit," the professor said when Caroline was done. "Now you know how wonderful it is to be in a trance for me." 

"Yes." 

"When we are in this room, and I and only I say, 'Slutty trance girl', you'll slip into a deep trance for me." 

"Yes." 

"In a moment, you will count from 5 to 1, and when you reach 1, you will come out of trance and be fully aware." 

"Yes." 

"Count." 

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Oh, wow," said Caroline, looking more alert than she had for at least half an hour. 

"Slutty trance girl," said Collins. 

"Wha... oh...wait...staaaahhhh" Caroline resisted a little before slipping back into a trance. Amy stared. 

"In a moment, you will count from 5 to 1, and when you reach 1, you will come out of trance and be fully aware." 

"Yes." 

"Count." 

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Oh, wow," said Caroline, looking alert again. 

Amy gaped. What the fuck? 

"Slutty trance girl," the professor said again. 

Amy watched the process repeat over and over. Caroline went under a little more easily, a little more quickly each time. After maybe 10 minutes, Collins stopped with her new toy still under. 

"Now remember everything that I told you to remember, Caroline." Amy flinched a little, wondering if there was some part she missed. Not that it would really matter. "And, wake!" 

Caroline blinked awake. "Holy shit!" She was flushed. "That was incredible!" She looked back at the professor. "Amazing! I didn't think you could really do it!" 

"I'm glad I could accommodate you," the woman replied sardonically. 

"I can't wait to get on the boards! They're never going to believe this!" Caroline grabbed her papers and headed out. As she opened the door, she turned to Collins. "Thursday, professor! Don't forget!" She left with a happy little spring. 

Collins sighed, and looked at the floor for a second. Then she looked up at the camera. She stood up and brought the metronome back into view, setting it on her chair. She left it ticking at the same pace as before. Amy let the video run, just to make sure nothing happened, but turned her attention back to her paper. 

Amy looked over from Word for a second before fully realizing the video was over. She glanced back to her essay on the screen, thinking she should probably focus on it again, but she should watch the next video as well. Caroline was coming over later to talk about them. Amy sighed and clicked on the next one. 

Once again, Caroline sat in front of Collins, knees almost touching. This time, the professor looked more confident, more predatory. She was obviously in charge now, sitting up and smiling. The jacket of the suit she was wearing was folded neatly on a nearby table, and her blouse, skirt and hose made her appear classy and powerful. The student, on the other hand, seemed a bit nervous and excited, flushed and fidgeting in her seat. Her tied-back hair, sweatshirt and jeans made her the obvious subordinate in the room. 

"So, uh, how do we start this time?" asked Caroline. 

"Slutty trance girl," said Collins. Surprised flashed across Caroline's face before she went loose and slack. The professor smiled. "Good girl." She stood up and patted Caroline on the head. "Now, you little..." She glanced at the camera and thought better of what she was going to say. "OK, Caroline, we're going to start with some lessons. And you're a very good student and will learn everything I tell you, won't you?" 

"Yes," came the sleepy reply. 

Amy shook her head at the silliness. 

"First, true or false questions. I hypnotized you." 

"True," the student mumbled. Amy had a little trouble hearing it, so she turned up the volume. 

"Hypnotized girls are tranced girls." 

"True." 

"Tranced girls are obedient girls." 

"True." 

Amy's mind wandered off for a bit, bored by this back and forth. She leaned her head on her hand and played with her mouse, glancing back at Word. The paper wasn't tempting enough right now. This is stupid, she thought. Why is Caroline into this? She pondered that for a minute. Because... she likes it. Where the sex part of it comes from, I have no idea. I'm just not sure about this shit. She tapped her fingers. Guess it does it for some people. Twisted, kinky people. That made her smile. Act like they're submissive and out of control so they can relax and let their hang-ups go, so they can enjoy it. Like the BDSM thing, just more... fucked up. She shook her head and checked on the screen. 

Caroline was slumped in the chair, naked, with her legs spread and arms drooped straight down. 

"Are you a lesbian, Caroline?" 

"No," came a monotone. 

"Are you bi?" 

"No." 

"Gently play with yourself, Caroline." Amy saw Caroline's hands move, one into her crotch and the other to her breasts. Each began lightly tormenting her. Caroline's mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. 

"Repeat after me. You love women," said Collins. 

"I love women," said Caroline, a bit breathily, but still sleepily. 

"Women are sexy." 

"Women are sexy." 

"Women turn you on." 

"Women turn me on." 

"You want to have sex with women." 

"I want to have sex with women." 

"Keep repeating, Caroline," Collins said, smiling. "Feel each repetition making the words sink in deeper, changing you, making you understand who you are now; my little bisexual toy. Feel the pleasure condition you to know the truth of the words." 

Amy shook her head, incredulous. Caroline kept saying the words over and over. She's really fucked up, getting turned on by this! Amy refocused on her paper. 




Playing with Fire



A while later, Amy finished up her outline. She rubbed her face, sick of the damned essay already. Blowing out a breath, she looked over at the video. Caroline was still teasing herself, need and lust written across her face. She was still chanting a mantra, but it was different now. 

"I am Professor Collins' slave. I love her. I will do anything she asks. I am Professor Collins' slave..." 

This was getting worse. What the hell...? Amy leaned in a bit, fascinated at just how messed up this was getting. 

Collins was leering at the frustrated student. "Caroline, stop." 

Caroline did. She let out a quiet whimper. 

"Get dressed, slave." 

The student stood up, and looking like a sleepwalker, gathered her clothes and began putting them on. Amy noticed that when the panties were in place, they immediately and very visibly dampened. 

Once Caroline was done, Collins motioned to the chair and said, "Sit." 

Caroline did. 

"I am going to wake you up, Caroline." 

Amy glanced at the time on the recording. It'd already been almost a full hour. Holy shit! 

"Once you are fully awake, I will touch your left hand. When I do, you will cum harder than you ever have before. You will be filled with desire and love for me. You will remember that I can do this to you whenever you submit to me." Caroline made no move to acknowledge the directions. "You will count from 5 to 1, Caroline. When you reach 1, you will become fully aware." 

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1," said Caroline, and blinked her eyes. She took in a deep breath. "Ohmygod, did you really just do that? Can you?" 

"Let me show you, Caroline," said the professor, as she reached across to the student's hand. As Collins touched the girl's left hand, Caroline's eyes rolled back, her body contorted and her lungs pushed out a long, low moan. Her body shook as she arched and slipped out of the chair. She tumbled onto her side, still convulsing. Amy stared as her friend appeared to be having the hardest orgasm Amy had ever seen. It looked like it blew away anything she herself had ever experienced. 

After a minute or more, Caroline looked up at the professor, wonder and adoration in her eyes. "That was... amazing," she quietly said, still breathing heavily. 

"Remember, anytime you want that again, come see me," Collins grinned at her. 

Caroline looked a bit shaken at the implication of that offer. She pulled herself up, was about to say something, thought better of it, and left. Collins chuckled at the retreating student. Then she sighed, pulled out the metronome from off-screen behind her, and set it on the chair. It started ticking again. 

Amy wasn't sure she needed to watch this, but it was better to be safe. What if Caroline comes back in, starts begging for that again? She split her attention between the screen and her paper. It sounded like Collins started mumbling something off-camera, but Amy didn't worry about it since Caroline wasn't in the room. The opening paragraph took shape as the video ended, without Amy's friend re-entering. Amy sighed, and looked back at the folder. One more to go, she thought. Let's get this over with. 

The next video started the same as the second, with Caroline and Professor Collins sitting close to each other, each dressed as before. This time, though, Caroline looked a little worried. "What did you do to me last time?" she asked. 

"I made you cum, if I remember correctly," said the professor, smiling. 

"I... I can't get it out of my head," admitted the student. "Did you plant a suggestion or something? I told you, nothing outside of this place or these one hour sessions." 

"No, I didn't, much as I was tempted. But," she pointed at the camera. "Evidence, you know?" She shrugged. "I'm sure you're checking on me." 

"I... well, why is it happening?" Caroline nearly whispered. 

"I simply gave you the most pleasure you've ever had. You're replaying it because you were awake, you remember and you want more." 

"Get it out of my head!" shouted Caroline. 

"No," said the professor. Caroline looked incredulous. "Here, I'm in control, remember? I don't want to take it out." Collins grinned. 

"I... I'm... Rules change," said Caroline. She nearly said something, thought better of it, dropped her head into one hand. 

"Do you really want to let me make you forget something, Caroline?" said the professor. "Oh, the fun I could have then." 

"No," admitted Caroline. "I... guess, well, OK." She looked up at Collins. "Let's get started." 

"I didn't have to wait," said the hypnotist. "I just enjoyed watching you struggle with that." She grinned at the gaping student. "Slutty trance girl." 

Caroline immediately dropped under. Amy snorted. This time it seemed like a bit much, with Caroline doing all of this anyway, in spite of showing reservations. She stopped paying much attention, and turned to finish up the closing paragraph. She'd always found her papers were easier if she had both the beginning and ending set before she worked on the middle. It gave her direction and focus. 

After a bit, Amy glanced up from her essay. She saw the video, and Caroline was on her knees, back arched, one hand between her legs and the other working her breasts. Collins was walking around her, trailing a leash that she ran over Caroline's body. 

"Repeat," said the professor. 

"I am a slave of Professor Collins. I love being her slave. Obeying her is pleasure. I am a slave..." 

Amy shook her head and went back to work. 

A while passed, and moaning caught her attention. She looked over and saw Collins' skirt hiked up, knees splayed, and a naked Caroline kneeling between them. The professor was pulling hard on a leash attached to a pink collar around the student's neck, yanking her deeper into the crevasse between Collins' legs. One of Caroline's hands was tucked under her chin, sliding fingers in and out of the professor while her mouth and tongue worked the woman's clit. Caroline's other hand was rubbing furiously between her own legs. The moaning that caught Amy's attention was from Collins; the student's cries were muffled at best. Amy watched, captivated by her friend's wanton abandonment. 

The hypnotist's plaint became louder, before turning into a keen of pure pleasure. Her thighs clenched and wrapped the student tight against her crotch. Caroline, for her part, started bucking around her fingers and spasming in place as her muscles clenched, contorting her body. Amy stared at the seductive scene. I'm not into women, she thought, and paused. How can she even breathe? 

Caroline suddenly started struggling to pull back, while the professor clamped her thighs tight around the girl's head and pulled the leash tight. After a few seconds, Collins spread her legs and released the chain, and the student fell back onto her ass. 

"What the fuck?!?" yelled Caroline indignantly. 

Collins chuckled. "Our hour is up," she said. "You should get dressed before you leave." 

Caroline wiped her face and stared at the moisture on the back of her hand. She looked back up at the professor, opened her mouth to say something, and thought better of it. Grabbing her clothes, she tossed them on as quickly as she could. She hesitated slightly when she pulled the collar off. 

"Try not to cum too often thinking of me and what I can do to you," the professor chuckled as Caroline left. Glancing at the camera, she reached off-screen to again put the metronome on a chair. 

Amy sighed. She hated the ticking, and figured her friend wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. But, just in case, she let it play. She could quickly zone it out anyways. Her paper was calling. 

The doorbell startled Amy. She wasn't expecting anyone. Glancing at the video, she saw it had stopped. Wait, how long ago was that? She shook her head slightly, stood up and headed out of her room to her door. Through the peephole, she saw Caroline. Amy pulled the door open. 

"Ohmygod tell me you've watched them!" said her friend as she barged past Amy into the living room. Caroline looked worried. "Has she done anything? I don't remember her doing anything, but has she?" 

"Hi, Caroline, nice to see you too!" said Amy, joining her friend on the couch. "Yes, I've watched, and no, she didn't do anything or implant anything. And what the fuck, girl? I didn't know you were going full-on lezzie!" 

"Ohthankgod," said Caroline, sagging in the couch. "I've been so worried she had." She caught up with Amy's last comment. "And no! I'm not a cunt-muncher!" 

"I have evidence, girl," replied Amy. "You went full-on." 

"I... well," Caroline hesitated. "She can make me do anything when I'm under, Amy." Caroline sighed wistfully. "Anything." 

"You are so fucked up, girlfriend," stated Amy. "You so need to stop this shit." 

"But, I love it!" said Caroline forcefully. "It's so fucking hardcore! It's so exactly what I wanted!" 

"Uh, Caroline, you should watch the vids. The shit you do... it's so not what you want to be doing. Just stop this shit." 

"But, Amy, I love it! The rush, it's so addictive! It feels so good to obey..." Caroline shuddered. "Fuck me, it's so incredible when I'm under!" 

"It's so fucked up is what it is," stated Amy. "You need to stop, now!" 

"I can't, Amy. It's too fucking good." 

"Uh, let me show you," Amy said, standing up and motioning back to her bedroom. "You don't want to be doing this shit." 

"Oh, I..." Caroline worked her thighs. "I really... shouldn't. Oh god. Watch myself obey. Oh, fuck!" Her eyes rolled back and closed as she visibly controlled herself. "No, Amy, I might..." Caroline's hands bunched into fists. "Go to her, ask her to..." She stood up. "No, no Amy, I trust you." Caroline opened her eyes again and stared into her friend's eyes. "Keep me safe." She hugged Amy. "I'm counting on you." 

"Caroline, stop this or keep me out of it, cuz I really don't want to watch you fuck another woman." 

"Please, Amy," Caroline pleaded. "I need you to!" 

The imploring look on her face tugged at Amy. She sighed. "Fine. I'll make sure you don't do anything you don't want to." Which was true, since hypnosis couldn't do anything more than that anyway. 

"Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Caroline squeezed Amy hard. "You have no idea how important this is to me!" 

Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I think I do." 

Tuesday rolled around. Caroline had texted that she wanted Amy to check after the session and to go get the recording now. She wouldn't say why. Amy thought about not doing it, since she had studying to do, but something in Caroline's voice pulled at her. The flash drive was in its plain envelope in the locker at the rec center, and Amy sighed as she grabbed it and took it to her place. 

I can't believe I'm fucking doing this again, she thought as she pulled out the stick and plugged it into her laptop. Clicking on the file brought up the video. Amy noticed it was an hour and a half this time. Caroline wasn't in her sweatshirt and jeans anymore. She'd worn clubbing clothes. Amy sighed and looked at her Calculus book. 

"Slutty trance whore," came from her speakers. Amy shook her head. Whatever gets Caroline off... She concentrated on her problems. No need to pay attention to what happened, since it was all consensual. It was just Caroline getting her freak on, and the professor taking advantage of the horny co-ed. The video ran all the way through before Amy looked at it again. The screen was blank. After shutting down the player, she looked down at her homework, and noticed she hadn't made it very far. Odd. I thought I had... She shrugged it off and started working. 

Thursday went the same way, but the homework was O-Chem. Why she took Calc and O-Chem in the same semester... Caroline was taking her dress off before the two even got started. "Slutty trance whore." Alkynes ran through Amy's head as Collins ran Caroline through her paces. The full hour and a half ran by quickly, and Amy had to shake herself when it finally stopped. Almost all of the O-Chem was still sitting in front of her. What the fuck? She looked back at the player, looked down, back at the player, chewed her lip, and finally shrugged. 

Saturday, Amy was waist deep in O-Chem when Caroline's call came. "Not today, Caroline, I have to catch up. Watching these videos during the week is killing my time..." 

"Please, Amy, it's important." 

Amy felt a little tug. "I..." She sighed. "OK, Caroline. But maybe you should find someone else." 

"I don't have anyone else I can trust, Amy." 

"Whatever. Peace." Amy ended the call and headed to the rec center. She brought up the video after getting back, and checked the time. An hour and a half again. Fuck, Caroline! I don't have this kind of time! 

Caroline pulled off her dress and was in just a garter, stockings and heels. "Slutty trance whore." The hour and a half flew by. When it ended, Amy blinked a bit, staring at a blank screen. Caroline... looked... happy? Amy clicked it closed. No. Blissful. She stood up and shook herself. 

Amy was expecting Caroline to come over again, ask if everything was still fine. She was a little concerned, because she really didn't remember much of anything from the videos. It didn't happen, though. She didn't hear from Caroline that weekend. 

Tuesday she did, though. Amy swore to herself as she hurried to the rec center after Caroline texted. She grabbed the drive and flew back to her apartment. Get this the fuck over with. In the port, bring up the movie... Two hours? What the fuck? This was supposed to be an hour! She saw Caroline drop her dress and kneel this time, hands locked behind her head. Amy watched her friend, saw the nipples poking out, the smooth lips of her pussy glistening, and sighed. "Slutty trance whore." 

Amy blinked at the screen. It was blank. She looked down at the clock, and realized she'd zoned out for a while after the video. She shook off her stupor and closed the player. She had a hell of a lot of studying to finish up, and now had less time than she really needed. She fired up the coffee pot. 

Thursday was similar, with a two hour video, a ready and willing Caroline, She had switched out of jeans and into sweats, to be a little more comfortable. The last few times had left her jeans cutting into her waist. "Slutty trance whore." Amy thought she sighed. 

She sighed awake. The blank screen stared back at her. Clicking it closed, she checked time time. Fuck me! Out came Calc. 

On Saturday, and Amy thought hard about skipping Caroline and her twisted fantasies to catch up. She was behind, even with all the work she'd been doing the other days of the week. But when the text showed up, she just shook her head and went to get the flash drive. Caroline was kneeling, naked, with just a pink dog collar on, and was handing the leash to a grinning Collins. What the motherfuck is going on? "Slutty trance whore." The recording ran until it ended, and Amy didn't pay much attention this time either. It ended with the screen blank. She looked over and clicked it closed. 

Caroline called not long after Saturday's video finished up. "Hi, Amy!" she said excitedly. 

Amy was just closing her Western Civ book when she answered. "Hiya, freak." 

"Did you watch today's, Amy?" 

"As much as I ever watch them," Amy said, snorting. "Why I do this for you..." 

"Oh thank god, Amy, you're such an observant observer." 

Amy stopped talking. She stopped moving. 

"Amy, are you at your laptop?" 

"Yes," came Amy's dull reply. 

"Open the flash drive in Explorer." Amy did. "Click on the View tab. Check 'File name extensions' and 'Hidden files'." She did. "Click on 'For the observers.mp4'". She did. Up came a recording, which started playing. "Watch." The line went dead, and Amy set her phone down. 

The metronome came on screen and clicked away. Amy stared at it. A soft voice started speaking. Amy let the words in, and learned from them, and watched the swaying arm, and heard the clicking. One hand slid down underneath her sweats to help seal everything in. 

Eventually, the video ended. Amy reached for her mouse, and started it again, still slowly twirling between her legs. 

Amy stood at attention, looking at her apartment door. She was waiting. The cool air brushed against her nipples and dried her dew, but she'd been told to be naked. Obediently taking off each piece of clothing felt like a gentle lick on her clit. Simply standing in place left her wanting and wet. She longed to reach between her legs, dive deep inside herself and cum screaming around her own fingers. The buzz of staying still, like she'd been ordered to, felt even better, and it kept going on and on... 

A knock at the door. She'd been told to expect that. A second knock, a pause, and a third. She leaned forward and opened it. Professor Collins was standing there, in her business suit from the videos, carrying a briefcase. Behind her stood Caroline, in fetish schoolgirl attire, with a short-sleeved, tight, white, cropped blouse and plaid microskirt. The professor held a leash attached to a collar around the student's neck. Amy stood aside, still at attention, and Collins strode in with Caroline simpering behind. 

"So, you're it," said the hypnotist. "I had really thought she might have more than one. But she was a bit of a prude before. Probably took her a lot to come out to you about her fetish and let you watch." She smiled at the frozen Amy. "Too bad for you." Collins looked the girl up and down, appraising. "Very good for me, though." She ran her hand over the still flesh, hefted a breast, brushed her hand between the legs and smelled her fingers. "Very good. Slave Caroline?" She held up the briefcase. Caroline reached out and took it. Adjusting, she opened it and presented the case to the hypnotist. Reaching inside, the professor pulled out a pink dog collar and leash. She turned to Amy, and, grinning predatorily, said, "For the observer." 

Amy knew it was wrong. She knew she didn't want to do this, that hypnosis didn't work this way, that she hadn't been hypnotized, that she hated this woman. But her body already knew how good it was to submit and obey, and her subconscious knew how that pleasure superseded everything else in her life. Her hand reached out before her mind could react. When the collar clasped around her neck and she handed the attached leash to the professor, she saw Caroline's eyes roll back and her body tremble in place. Amy's body strained in sympathy and desire. 

Collins followed Amy's eyes to her friend. "Yes, I just rewarded my slave. She's been waiting to cum until after giving me everyone she had sent anything to. You really were it." The professor shook her head. "That makes things easy." She turned back to Amy. "Yes, my newest slave, I do reward. Just enough to keep you always wanting more. It will make you easier to train." Collins laughed, and tossed a matching tiny schoolgirl outfit from the briefcase at the naked girl. "Get dressed. We have to destroy all copies of those infernal videos. Caroline says she has a safety deposit box." 

Amy crouched down and started pulling on the clothes. She felt the licks on her clit and shivered. 

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Like another recent story of mine, this one was heavily influenced by a couple of works posted on the EMCSA, including trilby else's excellent Bridesmaid, and, more directly in this case, Jukebox's fantastic Flesh For Fantasy, both of which handled this type of storyline much better than I did.



Playing with Fire



Before I begin, I have gotten a lot of responses from readers. One reader requested a gentler, more romantic approach. So here goes nothing! Fair warning I am simply no good with romance, so I suspect that a few other elements might slip right on in. As always this story is my creation, and as such is not to be copied, changed, or posted without my permission.

Meglyn smiled into the looking glass as she brushed her hair in preparation for the day’s events. Nothing could dim her excitement. Her favorite author was having a signing at the local bookstore, and she was determined to meet him. Rolling on some lip-gloss, she stood to check her outfit once again. A black halter and red shorts showed off her curvy figure. At 5’9” and 145 lbs she was curvy, but not fat. Her white sneakers and long flowing burgundy hair completed the picture. Soft green eyes peeked out from behind mirrored sunglasses as she grabbed her car keys and jogged out the door. 

Speeding down the freeway in her black 1969 ford mustang, she thought about finally meeting him. Alexander Rhine didn’t often do signings. He was a secretive man, and preferred to live a private life. This was only the second one she had heard of, and it was within driving distance. Barely fifteen minutes away. Pulling into the parking lot, Meg noticed that the shopping center was packed for a Tuesday. Word had sure gotten out fast. Ever since his first novel, Lust Blood and Fire, had come out fans had been ravenous to meet him. He wrote with such passion that his words almost set the reader afire. Yet he had avoided publicity, until recently no one had even captured a picture of him. Walking through the doors of the large bookstore, Meg saw groups of young women crowding around a podium. Older patrons hung back, awaiting Alexander’s arrival with more patience. Noting that she still had almost half an hour, Meg made her way towards the back of the store. Weaving through the rows of shelves she finally found her favorite spot, and pulling a copy of Alexander’s latest, Darkest Ebony, from her book bag, she plopped down onto a pillow and began to read. The rear of the store was nearly empty, all of the patrons waiting breathlessly in the main lobby for the arrival of one of the decades biggest writing sensations. Hearing footsteps to her right, Meg looked up slowly, more out of habit than anything else. As her eyes alighted on the intruder she gasped. It was the sensation himself, and he didn’t disappoint. Long black hair fell around his shoulders, slightly shading his deep gray eyes. His tall, long-limbed frame moved with the grace of a panther. Black leather pants rode low on his hips, his tight black T-shirt molded to his form, and shiny black combat boots completed the perfect picture. Finding her tongue Meg smiled a greeting, and said. “I think you may be in the wrong place, the podium is that way.” She jerked her head towards the front of the store, watching him as he stopped and gave her a slow once over. 

His sensual lips curved into a slight smile, a smile that was frightening and erotic at the same time. “And why aren’t you up there with that pack of wild beasts? Afraid you’ll get trampled?”

Sitting up slightly, Meg licked her lips and began to chant in a singsong voice. “Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf, big bad wolf, big bad wolf.” 

With a speed that was breathtaking he was suddenly beside her, pulling her into his arms. “And now are you afraid of me little red?” 

Her eyes twinkled, and her lips curved into a smile as she shook her head. Threading her fingers through his hair she held him still and latched her mouth onto his, stealing his breath. “Don’t be so sure of yourself. I never said just who the big bad wolf was.” 

His eyes darkened as he looked down at her. “You are playing with fire little girl, and when you play with fire you get burned.” 

She smiled up into his eyes. “Oh, I think I’ll take my chances, but say don’t you have a book signing in about five minutes?” 

He cursed under his breath and released her. “Meet me at the employee entrance out back in three hours?” 

She bit her lip, as if thinking it over and then replied. “I might show, if something else doesn’t come up.” And with that she turned on her heel and began to walk slowly across the store and towards the double doors that led out to the parking lot.

Alex stood with his back to a lamppost, waiting to see if little red would appear. He couldn’t believe how the signing had dragged on. Shaking hands, and smiling until the faces were nothing but a jumble in his mind. The only one that stood out had been red. Her laughing smile, and casual attitude had captured his interest. As he stood there lost in thought, a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind and a soft familiar voice said. “Waiting for me?” He turned to look into her eyes, and with a wolfish grin took her lips. The kiss was soft, passionate, searching. When she pulled away she was dizzy with it, drunk on him. She led him across the parking lot to her car, and shoved him into the passenger seat. Heading off towards her apartment at breakneck speed as his hands roamed over her body. 

They reached the apartment in under ten minutes, and her clothes were off before she had had time to close the door. They tumbled together onto the living room floor, as his hands started a fevered exploration of her body. His leather-clad knee rubbing erotically against her bare thighs made her shiver. The soft brushing of his hair against her breasts driving her insane. She rolled over on top of him, stripping him of his shirt and pinning him to the floor. He groaned low in his throat as her nails gently raked over his skin, her tongue fluttering over one of his nipples as she slid down to remove his boots. As Meg worked on the laces, Alex began to remove his pants. The leather clinging to his skin as he slid them down his legs. Clothing forgotten, Alex gently lay Meg on her back and began to explore her with his mouth. His tongue moving from her collar bone across her chest to flick against a hard pink nipple. Sliding lower to roll around her belly button, and tickle the skin on her hips. She arched up off of the carpet, digging her nails into her palms as he slowly made his way towards where she wanted him to be. Finally he slid his tongue inside of her, dipping in and out before his mouth captured her clit. He sucked gently, inserting a finger into her and curling it against a special place inside of her. Her moans began to rise in volume as he rolled her clit in his mouth, adding a second finger. Moving her hands to the back of his head, Meg wound her fingers through his hair. Urging him closer to her. Every muscle in her body tightened as his teeth slowly grazed her flesh, his tongue working miracles. Sensing that she was about to cum, he drove his fingers into her faster, taking her clit between his teeth and pulling. Meg screamed her orgasm, her channel flooding as she clawed at his shoulders in lust. 

Pulling him from between her legs she kissed him, sucking her juices from his tongue. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she pressed urgently against him. Pulling back slightly he looked deeply into her eyes. “Are you sure?” 

With a grin she reached down and wrapped her hand around his erection, guiding it into her. “Fuck me!” 

His breath caught as he slid inside of her. Her muscles gripped him tightly, sucking him further in. Catching a nipple in his mouth he sucked hard as he began to pump into her. Starting out slow, but quickly speeding up. Her cries of pleasure drove him on as he gripped her hips and slammed into her body. Breathing faster as he got closer and closer to orgasm. Her hands ran over his body, feeling him, caressing him, and urging him on. The dam broke, and he growled as he emptied himself into her, pressing his thumb against her clit as his cock ground down deep inside of her. She shivered once, then bucked up against him hard. Her mouth wide open as the waves crested over her. 

Opening her eyes she grinned up at him. “Nice, oh god you feel so good.” 

Gasping for air he replied. “I never did catch your name.” 

Laughing softly, she whispered into his ear. “Meg.” Then, curling against him, she drifted off to sleep.



Playing With Fire



The package arrived during the children's snack time that afternoon. Jadyn didn't open it, thinking it was the replacement silver bullet she'd ordered weeks ago. Hardly the appropriate snack-time conversation piece.

But she did eye the box. Wantonly, lustfully, hungrily. The anticipation of playing with her new toy played on her nerves. When she toppled her daughter's cup of milk, she didn't even flinch. She merely cleaned the mess while the children had a hearty laugh at her expense.

Later that evening while her husband tinkered in the yard, Jadyn took the package into her bedroom and locked the door. Her fingers lacked their normal speed and dexterity, and she ended up grabbing the scissors from her makeup case. When the sealed edges were finally opened, Jadyn was puzzled at the contents inside. She shook the box until the red plaid landed in her lap. And then she laughed softly. This was definitely not her silver bullet.

The shirt material was slinky, like silk, but with more elasticity. Probably spandex, she thought. "It's so bright, so RED," she said aloud, "What the hell was he thinking?" Then she blushed. And smiled in anticipation.





Playing with Fire



We did not know each other but he seemed to know exactly what I thought about. He seemed to have known instinctively what I wanted, what I needed. It doesn't matter how we crossed paths. It only matters that we did.

I have always had these thoughts. That I wanted to be spanked, that I wanted to be told what to do and how to do it. I wanted a man, a particular kind of man, to "handle" me. I wanted someone who would control me sexually, for just a little while. In my 30's, not even my soon to be ex-husband had known about this fantasy I had.

I never really saw his face. But I still recall his voice. Sexy, gentle almost, and yet authoritative. 

When we spoke on the phone the conversation would be light one moment and then in the next he'd ask me if I could follow instructions and I'd answer this man, this stranger, almost as if I were a little girl..."yes".... He'd ask me if I wanted him to make me his slut and I'd tell him "yes" again as I felt my pussy get wet at just the words he spoke to me with that damn voice.

He told me that he was coming over Saturday night.

I was to be sitting at my kitchen table, by candle light, with a wooden spoon and my vibrator. 

He had walked in my front door 5 minutes early and I was just standing there at the table (I had 5 minutes!) in the candle light, wearing black slacks (no panties), high-heeled ankle boots and a sheer black blouse you could see straight through. I crushed out my cigarette. 

I had worn no bra, as instructed, with the blouse unbuttoned to the third button. I kind of thought I might have looked sexy in a classy sort of way but in no time he'd walked up behind me, cupping one hand around my breast as the other one roamed across my ass, my hips, my pussy. As he pulled my hair back and kissed and licked my neck, I was reduced to nothing more than his latest slut. And so far, I liked it.

He wasted no time unzipping my pants and unbuttoning the rest of my blouse. I stood there, with my pants falling down my legs, enjoying the feel of his strong hands all over my body.I could see my reflection in the window. What a tramp I had become. 

He turned me around to face him, this man who knew what I wanted, and then he told me to bend over my own kitchen table. With the first smack of his hand against my ass, my pussy juices began to run. YES!

Then he started talking to me, telling me how he was going to fuck me. He took that wooden spoon and spanked my ass several times. How can something that hurts so bad make my pussy so wet? 

I did not have time to think up the answer before he turned me to face him and told me to suck his cock. His cock was huge but I took it all into my mouth. He told me to lick his balls. I understood by then that I had to be a good girl so I did as I was told. I knelt there in my boots, with my pants off and my blouse wide open and I sucked this strangers cock in the middle of my kitchen.

He told me to walk to the couch and lay back. I barely got there before his head was buried between my legs licking my pussy so thoroughly that I thought I might cum within the first couple of minutes. He was so good! How the hell can he know just how to lick my clit, just when to stiffen his tongue, just when to flatten it out and lick my pussy lips? How can he know that?! 

He told me he was going to fuck me and he put that huge cock inside my pussy. Instinctively my body began to move. He told me to stop. That's not an easy thing to do..and I heard my own voice cry out. 

He began to fuck me then, slowly, just enough to make me want it more, then he made me stand up and he walked me over to my woodstove and told me to grab it. He slid his hand around and began to rub my clit and I had an absolutely magnificent orgasm at just about the time he slammed his cock into me so hard while he smacked my ass making me come ever so close to another orgasm and then he STOPPED. 

In frustration I turned to him as I stomped my heel into the floor. He told me to lick my pussy off his cock and balls. He said I have a good mouth...

He told me to get my vibrator off the table and he sat down on my love seat. He let me climb on top of him. In the candle light we made eye contact as I sat there with his cock buried in my pussy. 

I kissed him. He was a good kisser. He said he'd been waiting for a girl like me for a long time. I was not so sure about that. He's a player. He likes to fuck women and he's fucked a lot, I think. There was no need to try to make me think I was special. I wanted him to fuck me and he wanted to fuck. Mission accomplished.

I started to ride up and down on his cock slowly at first. Then it became more feverish. Oh it felt so damn good! I swear his cock reached places in me never before touched. We never touched the vibrator...but it's true what they say...a hard man is good to find....

He made me stop and took me back to the kitchen table and made me sit in the chair and suck his cock again. Then he leaned me back across the table, spanked me, slammed that cock into me one more time and wrapped his fingers up in my hair pulling my head back while he fucked me until the table was halfway across the floor and he came all over my back. 

The sheer amount was astounding. What an amazing man. It was stunning, shocking, exciting, gratifying and frightening all at the same time.

He told me to go clean myself up. 

When I walked back out of the bathroom he was dressed. 

Leaving. Hmmm.... What do you do? Shake hands and say "nice to meet you, thanks for having me"???

I realized I really didn't know how this "game" worked...

He left. He just walked off into the darkness.

I started to feel bad.

Sometimes, I wonder if he's out there. I wouldn't know him if I passed him on the street. Unless he spoke. I won't ever forget his voice.

The thought of him still makes me wet but it also makes me wonder. It's weird the things I wonder. But mostly, I just wonder if he is loved.

I hope so.



Playing With Fire



This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe.

This and all of the other stories we write are for entertainment purposes only. If you do not like what we choose to write about, Literotica offers many other stories for you to read instead.

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Backstage at a SmackDown and ECW television taping in the early part of December 2006, Rebecca DiPietro the sultry and alluring Extreme Correspondent from ECW is standing near the ECW interviewing set as she glances over her notes for an interview she is conducting later in the night. Rebecca presses her soft, sultry lips together as she glances down at her notes on a sheet of paper, while she's dressed in a short black skirt and a tight-fitting red tank top.

As the sultry, seducing Extreme Correspondent reviews her notes for the ECW broadcast, fellow ECW Vixen, the hot and feisty Full Bodied Italian Trinity approaches Rebecca as she is dressed in a short black leather skirt, a piece of yellow caution tape wrapped around her chest, and a black leather cap onto of her soft black haired head.

"Yo...Bec, you got sec?" The hot Italian Vixen Trinity asks in her hot Italian accent as the sultry, alluring Rebecca DiPietro presses her lowers together and slowly turns around the face her fellow ECW Vixen.

"Umm yeah, sure Trinity...what's up?" Rebecca asks softly as she gently folds her arms against her largely rounded, firm chest.

"Well, you know, Bec...I've been hearin' those rumors about ya..." Trinity begins to say.

Rebecca pauses and raises an eyebrow "What rumors?" Rebecca asks.

"Oh, you know, girl...those ones about you and that boy K-Fed" Trinity says as she presses her soft Italian lips and nods her head before she smirks "You know...the ones 'bout you and him...bein' an item"

Rebecca's eyes widen as she's in a slight state shock before she shakes her head "Umm...Trinity, I have no clue what you're talking about..." Rebecca starts to say with a soft laugh "Honestly...K-Fed? Kevin Federline? Please... Trinity, he's not my type, he really isn't..." Rebecca states towards her fellow ECW Vixen.

"Oh...yeah...I didn't think so Bec, but ya know those rumors get started..." Trinity says with a nod of her head back as she glances away from Rebecca for a moment "But listen Bec...I gotta get goin' to warm up my boy Guido...catch ya later girl..." Trinity says before she starts to step away from the sultry Extreme Correspondent.

Rebecca nods her head and softly smiles "Yeah...see you later Trinity..." Rebecca says as she watches Trinity exit down the hallway. Rebecca raises an eyebrow and presses her soft, alluring lips together and slightly smirks "Yeah...he isn't my type...but I sure got one hell of an Extreme Exclusive from him..." Rebecca says as she slowly licks her soft, luscious lips.

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(A Few Weeks Ago...)

Inside a fancy hotel room, the most hated man in America, Kevin 'K-Fed' Federline, is admiring himself in a mirror, "Damn boy, you've got it tight, John Cena ain't gonna be able to handle all of this...." Federline says to himself. He's wearing some baggy jeans and a long t-shirt and he picks up a bottle of cologne from the dresser in order to put some on. "Cause he can't see me.... Neither can all them posers...." Federline says when there's a knock on the hotel room door. Federline puts the bottle of cologne down on top of the dresser and goes to open the hotel room door, "Hey I didn't order any room service..." Federline says as he looks out into the hall, but he instantly raises an eyebrow and smirks a bit when he sees the sultry hot Rebecca DiPietro standing out in the hallway, "But I do like what came up..." Federline says, "What do you want?" Federline asks as he leans against the doorway of his hotel room.

The sultry, alluring ECW Vixen Rebecca DiPietro presses her soft, luscious lips together as she stands out in the hallway in front of hotel room door belonging to Kevin Federline. "Hello there..." Rebecca says in a soft, alluring tone as she's dressed in a short black skirt and a tight-fitting white buttoned up long-sleeved shirt with the first three buttons loosened to show over some of her slyly alluring cleavage. "I'm Rebecca...ECW's Extreme Correspondent..." Rebecca says as she locks her soft, slyly seductive eyes on the most hated man in America "I hear...you're going to playing things RAW in the next couple of weeks..." Rebecca says as she lightly tosses her soft light brown hair back "And...seeing as I am...the Extreme Correspondent...I'd love to get an Extreme Exclusive with you."

Federline rolls his eyes a bit, "God damn it... I can't ever get away from the damn press...always hounding me and shit...." Federline says as he as he looks at Rebecca, "But at least you're a hot looking one..." Federline says in his usual cocky tone as he steps back, "So come on in...."

Rebecca slyly raises an eyebrow and smirks as she casually steps into the surprisingly very fancy hotel room of Federline. "Oh...Kevin...or can I call you K-Fed?" Rebecca asks with a soft, seductive laugh as she places her hands on her smoothly rounded hips and allows her lust-filled eyes to glance at the baggy-clothed body of Kevin Federline. 

"Shit, it don't matter to me.... all the press calls me the same shit at the end of the day anyway...." Federline says as he closes the hotel room door once Rebecca has entered. "So.... let me ask right off... what has got you coming here? Cause if it's about that whole shit with Britney I ain't talking..."

Rebecca slyly bites down on her bottom lip as she keeps her lust-filled, alluring eyes locked on Kevin Federline "Oh...K-Fed, Kevin...I'm not here to talk about her...I'm here for the extreme scoop on you..." Rebecca says with a sly, seductive smirk as she slowly licks her soft, luscious lips. The sultry Extreme Correspondent takes a step forward towards Kevin Federline as she keeps her seductive hands on her smoothly rounded hips. "That's all...and maybe...I could show you the meaning of extreme..." Rebecca says in a soft, alluring voice. "But first...things first...what's your strategy against John Cena?" Rebecca asks with a sly smirk.

Federline smirks, "Hey now... that's top secret...." Federline says as he slightly checks Rebecca out as she steps towards him, "But what I can say is that... I've got it all planned out... my boy Johnny Nitro... he's been showing me all of Cena's weaknesses.... and he won't be seeing more... or what's coming when I pin his ass...." Federline answers.

Rebecca nods her head as she raises an eyebrow "So...you like playing... with fire?" Rebecca asks in a soft, seductive before she presses her lips together "I do...I love playing...with...fire..." Rebecca says with alluring, lust-filled smirk.

Federline notices the sultry seductive look on Rebecca's face and he smirks, "Hey... playing with fire is what I'm all about.... I hook up with a hot piece of ass.... and I get flamed all over the place by everyone..." Federline says, "No one realizes that I was a professional dancer. a model, an actor, and that I'm a rapper... and now a wrestler.... shit.... I do it all... and people still throw me into the damn fire..." Federline says, sounding extremely bitter towards how he's treated by the media.

Rebecca seductively grits her teeth together as she takes another step forwards so that she is standing directly in front of Kevin Federline, practically face to face "You know...Kevin...I'm part of the media..." Rebecca says with a soft, seductive voice as she reaches forward and places her seductive hands against Federline's baggy t-shirt covered chest "And...I love giving everyone the extreme exclusive...they deserve..."

Kevin Federline raises an eyebrow, "What's this crazy shit? You wanna dance with this pimp?" Federline says with smirk as he feels Rebecca's hands moving slightly over his baggy t-shirt covered chest.

Rebecca presses her soft, luscious lips together as she locks her lust-filled, seducing eyes with Kevin Federline before she slowly nods head "Oh yeah...I want to play...with fire..." Rebecca DiPietro says with sly smirk as she moves her seductive hands down from his baggy t-shirt covered chest to his stomach.

Federline's smirk gets a bit bigger as he licks his lips, "You know... I get all caught up in this shit... and jackoffs keeps on talkin' and trying to make me snap and lose control and shit... but you're all right baby...." Federline says as Rebecca slowly moves her hands over his t-shirt covered stomach before moving them further down.

Rebecca raises an eyebrow and smirks "I always deliver...the extreme exclusive...and you're about to get one hell of an extreme exclusive...one that only someone like you...deserves..." Rebecca says in a soft voice as she lowers her hands and places her seductive hands against the crotch of Federline's baggy jeans. 

"Damn baby.... now that's a privilege that's got my total attention..." Federline says as Rebecca gently presses her hands against the large crotch of his baggy jeans. Federline smirks as he grabs the bottom of his baggy t-shirt and he lifts it up and over his head, revealing his nicely toned upper body and he drops his t-shirt down on the floor, "So... you really want to play with some of this fire?" Federline says as he slightly poses in front of Rebecca as she lightly squeezes the crotch of his jeans.

Rebecca presses her soft, seductive lips together as she slowly nods her head while licking her luscious lips "Mmm...oh yeah...I want to play with some of that fire..." Rebecca says with a smirk as she removes her hands from Federline's crotch when she takes a step back from the most hated man in America as she places her hands against her white shirt and begins to unbutton her white long sleeved shirt.

Federline smirks again, "Then get ready baby.... cause you're gonna get a real exclusive on why Britney married me and shit..." Federline says as he unbuttons and unzips his baggy jeans. He opens them up and then pushes them down from his waist revealing a pair of gray colored briefs that are fitting tightly against his bulging crotch.

Rebecca slyly bites down on her bottom lip as she lowers her sultry eyes and locks them with the large bulge of Kevin Federline's crotch, restricted by his tight-fitting gray colored briefs "Mmmm...I can't wait to play with fire..." Rebecca says in a soft, seductive tone as she unbuttons the final button of her white shirt before she opens up her white shirt to expose her smoothly toned, gorgeously tanned body. Rebecca DiPietro removes her white shirt from her seductively shaped body as she reveals her large, smoothly rounded extremely hot tits to Kevin Federline.

Federline licks his lips as he looks at Rebecca's large, firm round tits, "Damn... now those are hot...." Federline says as he starts to lower down his gray colored briefs and his large, thick ten inch cock springs free a fter a few moments. Federline lowers his briefs down completely and he steps out of them, "So how about it baby? You ready to play with this flame thrower?" Federline says as he points right at his cock.

Rebecca presses her lips together as she soft, seductive eyes widen at the sight of Kevin Federline's hard, thick ten inch cock "Mmmm...ohhh I'm ready to get extreme with that..." Rebecca says with a soft, seductive moan as she places hands against her smooth, tanned waist and begins to push her short black skirt down from her waist. Rebecca lowers her skirt down her smooth, tanned legs to reveal her bare, smoothly shaven, hot and sultry pussy before she steps out of her skirt and now stands completely naked in front of the most hated man in America.

"Well you can get extreme with it right now baby..." Federline says as he licks his lips. He looks right at Rebecca's hot smooth hot pussy as he wraps a hand around his cock and he lightly strokes it a bit. Rebecca licks her lips as she locks her sultry, alluring eyes with Kevin Federline's thick, hard cock with his right hand wrapped around it. Rebecca takes a step towards Federline once again before the sultry Extreme Correspondent kneels down on the hotel room floor in front of K-Fed. Rebecca presses her lips together and tosses her soft light brown hair back before she reaches forward and gently wraps her smooth, seductive hands around Federline's cock and begins to gently stroke her hands against his shaft.

"Mmmmm.... yea..." Federline moans and licks his lips as he leans back against the hotel room's dresser and he places his hands on the edge of it as Rebecca moves her hands back and forth along the length of his thick ten inch cock. 

Rebecca raises an eyebrow as she glances up slyly at Kevin Federline "Mmm... It's a shame Britney left you..." Rebecca says in a soft, seductive tone as she continues to smoothly stroke her seductive hands against his hard, thick shaft. Rebecca leans her head down as she keeps her seductively alluring eyes locks with Federline as she gently slaps her wet, warm tongue against the head of his cock before she starts to circle her tongue around the head of his cock, lightly coating it with her wet saliva.

"Ahhh yeah baby.... shit... Britney is a dumb bitch... she ditched me and went to a nobody...." Federline moans as Rebecca moves her wet sultry tongue around the large head of his cock. Federline closes his eyes and tilts his head back as Rebecca covers his cock in a light layer of her warm saliva which drips down the length of his dick.

"Mmm...yeah she is dumb..." Rebecca slightly moans as she slowly closes her eyes and gently slaps her wet tongue against the piss-slit on tip of Federline's cock before the sultry Rebecca DiPietro drops her wet, warm tongue down from the head of his cock and begins to guide her sultry, wet tongue down the length of his thick cock. Rebecca slowly and teasingly lowers her wet, warm tongue down the underbelly of his shaft, heading towards his ballsack.

"Awww yeah.... mmmm yeah...." Federline moans as Rebecca practically bathes his entire cock with her warm wet tongue. "You sure know what a top star like me likes..." Federline moans just as he feels the tip Rebecca's tongue against his surprisingly large ballsack. Federline places his left hand on Rebecca's head and he pushes her hair back as Rebecca flicks her tongue against his balls.

"Mmm...ohhh...I'm going to give you one great extreme exclusive..." Rebecca slightly moans as she opens her eyes and glances up to lock her seductively alluring eyes with Kevin Federline once again before she swirls her sly, seductive tongue against K-Fed's large ballsack before opening her warm, wet mouth and taking Federline's ballsack into her seducing mouth. Rebecca closes her soft lips around his ballsack and begins to gently bob her head against his ballsack as she sucks on his balls.

"Mmmmm ohhh yea... mmm... suck them balls baby...." Federline moans as he feels Rebecca's warm mouth closed around his large ballsack as she sucks on them. Federline slides his fingers through Rebecca's brown hair as he grips his saliva covered cock once again and he starts to stroke it slowly. "Fuck babe.... Britney would never do that unless I ate the bitch..." Federline moans.

"Mmmm...mmmm..." Rebecca moans against Federline's ballsack as she continues to slowly bob her head against his large ballsack before she starts to flick her slyly seductive wet tongue against his ballsack, flicking her tongue against one ball at a time. Rebecca's hot, wet saliva drips against his large ballsack as she presses her lips tighter against his balls

Federline licks his lips and he gently pushes Rebecca's head away from his saliva covered balls, "Mmm fuck babe... you're a fucking hot number..." Federline says as he pulls Rebecca up to her feet and guides her towards the bed, "Lay down and spread 'em..." Federline says with a smirk.

Rebecca presses her lips together and sly raises an eyebrow as she seductively looks at Kevin Federline "Boy...aren't you pushy..." Rebecca smirks before flashing her seductive eyelashes at Federline "I like it..." Rebecca says with a sly wink before the sultry Extreme Correspondent lays back onto the hotel room bed of Kevin Federline and she spreads her smooth, tanned legs apart as the most hated man in America kneels onto the bed in front of the seductively laying Rebecca DiPietro

Kevin Federline gets between Rebecca's sexy legs and then slides his long fat cock deep into the wet, tight hot pussy of the sultry Extreme Correspondent. "Mmmmm yea..." Federline moans as he starts thrusting his cock in and out of Rebecca's pussy with slow, sharp thrusts as he puts his hands on Rebecca's hips.

Rebecca bites down on her bottom lip as the sultrily ECW Vixen arches her back slightly "Ohhhh shit..." Rebecca seductively groans as she closes her eyes slightly as she places her soft, seductive hands against Federline's arms as he thrusts his cock in and out of her warm, tight pussy. Rebecca gently wraps her smooth, tanned legs around Federline's waist as she starts to rock against the bed mattress. 

Federline licks his lips as he remains sitting on his knees as he pumps his cock in and out of Rebecca's pussy. "Awww yea.... ohhh yea.. fuck... now you're playing with fire...." Federline moans as he thrusts his cock faster.

Rebecca presses her soft, luscious lips together as she gently thrusts her hot, sultry body against Federline's most hated cock as he thrusts his cock deeply and quickly into her hot, tight pussy "Ohhh...mmm...yeah give me that dick!" Rebecca moans seductively as she starts to grind her pussy easily against his cock with her smooth legs wrapped around Federline's waist "Britney was so dumb to leave you..." Rebecca groans as she gently slides her soft, seductive hands against Federline's arms.

"Damn... straight...." Federline moans as his slides his hands back and forth over Rebecca's sexy hips as he pounds her hot pussy with his big fat cock. "Ohhh yea.... mmmm fuck.... Britney is such... a fucking cunt..." Federline says with a lot of bitterness in his voice as he sharply slams his dick deep into Rebecca's pussy which makes her arch her back in response.

Rebecca gently grits her teeth as she rocks smoothly back and forth on top of the hotel room bed while Kevin Federline slams his cock deeply into her warm, sultry tight pussy "Ohhh...mmm...this is one great exclusive..." Rebecca moans as she opens her eyes and locks her lust-filled, seductive eyes with Kevin Federline as she starts to push her hot, sultry body against Kevin Federline's cock at a slightly quicker rate as she tightens the grip of her smooth, tanned legs around his waist.

Federline licks his lips as he takes his hands off of Rebecca's hot round hips, "Mmmmm fuck.... yeah... this is playing with fucking fire...." Federline grunts as he pulls his cock out of Rebecca's hot tight pussy and he turns the sultry Extreme Correspondent over onto her stomach. He pulls her ass up into the air and with Rebecca's head resting on the mattress, Federline slams his fat cock back into Rebecca's pussy.

"Ohhhh fuck yeah! Fuck that pussy!" Rebecca seductively moans as she lifts her head off of the mattress and glances over her shoulder at Kevin Federline as he pumps his cock in and out of Rebecca's tight, sultry pussy "Mmmm... playing with fire....is amazing." Rebecca moans as she starts to smoothly and firmly push her hot, rounded ass back against K-Fed's waist forcing his cock deeper into her wet, tight pussy.

"Ahhhhh.... mmmm yeah... damn fucking straight it fucking is...." Federline grunts as he holds on to Rebecca's round sexy hips as he slams his cock in and out of Rebecca's pussy with deep fast thrusts. Federline grunts as Rebecca's ass hits against his waist and crotch as his balls swings back and forth and hits between Rebecca's thighs.

"Mmmmm...ohhh yeah....fuck that pussy...mmmm yesss!" Rebecca groans as she presses her lips together and closes her eyes as the sultry Rebecca DiPietro guides her hot, seductively alluring body back against Kevin Federline as the Extreme Correspondent matches his thrusts as her hot, rounded ass gently collides with Federline's smooth waist.




Playing With Fire



Federline licks his lips as he begins to sweat as he drives his large, thick cock deeply into Rebecca's hot pussy, "Ohhh yea.... mmmm fuck you're hot as fire...." Federline grunts as he smacks Rebecca's ass with his right hand. "Mmmmm.... damn.... you're a fucking reporter I can deal with!" Federline moans as Rebecca slams back against him.

"How....Kevin...you're so fucking on fire!" Rebecca DiPietro sultry moans as the alluring ECW Vixen begins to sweat as well as the hot Extreme Correspondent pushes herself back against Kevin Federline's cock at a rougher rate, smacking her hot, sultry ass against Federline's smooth waist as his cock forcefully drives deeper into Rebecca's tight pussy "Awwww.... ohhhh yeah!" Rebecca moans as she grabs at the bed covers with her seductive hands and pulls on the blankets and sheets as she slams back against Federline's thrusting cock.

"Ahhhh ohhh yeah mmm fuck.... you got a hot ass.... Britney never let me bang her slutty ass... but yours looks way better..." Federline grunts as he pulls his cock out of Rebecca's tight wet pussy and then slams it sharply into her tight hot asshole. The Most Hated Man in America gives Rebecca no chance to adjust to his thick cock in her ass as he begins to rapidly slam his dick in and out of her asshole.

Rebecca tilts her head back as she tosses her slightly sweat-soaked light brown hair back as she sharply pushes her hot, sultry and sweat dripping body back against Kevin Federline's hard, thick cock inside of her tight asshole "Ohhh...ahhhh yesss...I love getting my ass fuck!" Rebecca moans as she closes her eyes, pressing her lips together as her hot ass collides with Federline's waist.

Sweat drips down Kevin Federline's toned body as he drives his large, thick cock in and out of Rebecca's tight asshole, "Mmmm ohhh yeah... fuck you're really playing... with fire now..." Federline grunts as he reached underneath Rebecca with his right hand and slides his middle and index fingers into her pussy. The cocky ex-husband of Britney Spears smirks as he rams his cock harder and deeper into her ass with each thrust as he finger fucks her hot wet pussy.

Rebecca grits her teeth "Ohhhhh fuck yeah...I love playing with that fire!" Rebecca moans as Kevin Federline rubs Rebecca's warm, wet pussy with his right hand as he slams his hard, thick cock in and out of her tight asshole "Mmmm...oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Rebecca shouts as sweat drips off of her tanned, sultry body while she slams back against K-Fed's cock as his most hated dick rams deeply into her sultry ass.

"Ahhhhh ohhhh shit yea.... mmmm fuck yeah...." Federline grunts as he takes his fingers out of Rebecca's hot wet pussy and focuses just on slamming his fat ten-inch cock in and out of Rebecca's hot ass, which forces Rebecca's body to jolt forward with every one of his thrusts. The Most Hated Man in America grits his teeth as he feels his cock throbbing more and more as he fucks Rebecca's ass, "Ohhhh shit fuck...." Federline grunts as he pulls his throbbing shaft out of Rebecca's ass, "Come on babe.... play with this fire!" Federline grunts as he moves next to Rebecca and lays on the bed with his ten inch throbbing cock pointing up at the ceiling.

Rebecca licks her sultry, luscious lips as she breaths heavily with sweat dripping down her seductively attractive face. "Mmmm...I'd love to..." Rebecca moans as she leans he head down while on her knees on the bed, next to Kevin Federline as her lays on the bed, placing his hands behind his head. Rebecca reaches forward and wrap she left hand around his shaft to hold his cock steady before placing her tongue on the head of throbbing cock and gently slides her tongue around the head of his cock. 

"Ahhhh.... ohhh yeah.... mmmm fuck..." Federline moans as Rebecca slowly swirls her tongue around the large head of his throbbing cock as she also starts to strokes his dick with her left hand. Federline licks his sweat covered lips as he starts to thrust his cock upward towards Rebecca's mouth. Rebecca lifts her eyes up and locks her seductive eyes with Kevin Federline as she opens her warm, wet mouth and lowers her head on Federline's hard, throbbing cock. Rebecca presses her soft, seductive lips around Federline's shaft and the sultry Extreme Correspondent begins to smoothly bob her head on K-Fed's most hated cock as she gently slides her tongue against his shaft as she sucks.

"Mmmmmm.... ohhh yea... suck it... mmm yea..." Federline moans as he looks into Rebecca's sultry eyes as she bobs her head up and down on his throbbing cock. Federline sits up a bit on the bed as sweat drips down his body and he places his hands behind him on the mattress.

Rebecca closes her eyes as she gently taps her wet, warm tongue against the underbelly of Federline's throbbing, thick shaft before the sultry ECW Vixen twists her head on his cock, grinding her soft lips against the skin of his shaft. "Mmmm...ohhhh...' Rebecca moans against Federline's cock as she opens her mouth a bit wider as she starts to lower her head further down on Federline's cock as she starts to deep throat it. 

"Ahhhh.... ohhh fuck.... mmmm yeah... ohhh shit yea..." Federline moans as he clenches his teeth as he thrusts his cock upward into Rebecca's warm, wet mouth as the hot ECW Vixen deep throats his cock repeatedly. Federline grabs the covers of the mattress as he feels Rebecca's warm saliva drip down his cock and down to his balls. Rebecca lifts her sultry, lust-filled seductive eyes with Kevin Federline as she smoothly bobs her head light brown, sweat-dampened hair as her warm, wet saliva drips against his throbbing cock. Rebecca suddenly picks up her speed and starts to bob her head at a quicker rate, sucking and slurping the throbbing cock of Kevin Federline. Rebecca lifts her sultry, lust-filled seductive eyes with Kevin Federline as she smoothly bobs her head light brown, sweat-dampened hair as her warm, wet saliva drips against his throbbing cock. Rebecca suddenly picks up her speed and starts to bob her head at a quicker rate, sucking and slurping the throbbing cock of Kevin Federline.

"Mmmmm...ohhhhh!" Rebecca moans around Kevin Federline's cum-erupting cock as she tightly her lips around his softening shaft while his warm cum sprays into her warm, wet mouth. Rebecca closes her eyes as she lifts her head slowly off of Federline's saliva and cumming-dripping cock as Rebecca tilts her head back and swallows his cum "Mmmm...fuck!"

"Awww yeah.... mmmm fuck yea... now that... was playing with fire...." Kevin Federline moans and licks his lips as he relaxes on the bed as Rebecca then leans her head down to clean the rest of his cum off of his cock.

Rebecca gently flicks her seductive tongue against the head of Kevin Federline's cock cleaning the head of his cock of all his warm, sticky and salty cum that is coated on the tip. Rebecca lifts her head away from Federline's cock and presses her lips together as sweat drips off of her sultry hot body "Mmmm...I love playing with fire..." Rebecca says as she breaths heavily.

Kevin Federline smirks a bit as sweat drips down his toned body, "Mmmm fuck... oh hey... earlier you ask what you can call me.... you can call me K-Fed...." Federline says with a smirk, "Call it... your own exclusive or something..." 

Rebecca slyly raises an eyebrow "Well...I do know now...that if you play with fire...you get burned..." Rebecca pauses and smirks seductively "But...burned in a good way..." 

-END-



Playing with Fire



Playing with Fire 

Nick and Anna 

I had been on duty or on call for the last three weeks, battling one fire after another. There was a serial arsonist out there making my life a living hell, and keeping me from my beautiful wife. I heard through the grapevine, the cops finally found a suspect and had him in custody, so the chief gave some of us the weekend off. I was so tired I was just hoping to make it home before I crashed the truck. 

I pulled the window down and let the cool night air rush in and slap me in the face. With the music blaring, I managed to stay awake enough to stay on the road and make it home. The house lights were dark, except for our bedroom window. I could make out a faint glow from behind the curtains. 

Anna was still awake, reading probably. There was a note on the door. "I made you a plate in the fridge." With the security alarm reset, I stashed my duffle in the hall closet and made my way to the spacious kitchen. Anna always leaves a plate in the fridge for me, so I didn't see any reason for the note. When I opened the fridge I saw a foil covered plate with a note tapped to the top. 

"I'm upstairs waiting for you. Eat first lover, you need your energy tonight." 

I grinned and felt a familiar stirring in my pants. Oh yeah! I hadn't had the time or energy for sex in almost a week. I was suddenly more awake than I had been all day. I peeled back the foil on the plate and saw a large roast beef and cheese sandwich, some chips, and in the middle of it all, a tiny scrap of lace. I put the plate down and lifted the black thong up with one finger. Under it was another tiny scrap of paper. 

"Get your fill, I need you to fill me up too." I ate faster than humanly possible, and washed it all down with a glass of milk. With a full stomach and my cock at full mast, I took the stairs two at a time. At the bedroom door, there was a another note.  

"Strip, and then come ravish me." 

Oh man...I tore my clothes off and barged in the door. What I saw stopped me in my tracks. My wonderfully sweet, sexy wife had tied herself to our bed, all naked and spread out. Well, her legs and one arm...I watched her hands playing against her smooth skin, over her breasts, trailing downward toward her pussy. Her face and skin was flushed, and she moaned softly when a finger delved between her moist lips. 

"Anna..." I gulped, "Wow." 

"Come here lover, and watch me." 

"Just watch?" I said hoarsely, taking two steps into the room. 

"I've been thinking about you all day...wanting you...needing to cum. Wanting you to watch me cum."

"Oh baby...I love watching you." My cock twitched and pulsed more, and started leaking precum. "But I'm going to touch you too." 

She was rubbing her finger up and down her slit, gathering the juices, and every once in a while she would rub her finger in little circles. Every time she did, she would moan and arch her hips up just a little, then go back to barley touching, up and down again. I knelt next to the bed, and watched her pleasure. I could smell her special scent fill the room and her skin, shimmering in the dim light, and I couldn't resist touching her. I skimmed my hand over her side, her rib cage, and up to her soft and perky breasts. She hitched a breath and turned her head to stare at me as she touched her own clit. 

Her eyes widened a bit when she found the special spot and she let out another moan. At that moment, I tweaked her swollen nipple and tugged on it gently. 

"Nick..." 

"Yeah baby?" I said softly. 

"I'm wet." Her hand moved frantically now, swirling over her prominent clit. 

"I know. I can't wait to taste you." I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, making her arch up and moan again. Her breath hitched, and she began to pant as I started nibbling and sucking at the same time. I could tell she was close...very close. I lifted my head and grabbed her hand at the same time, pulling it away from her pussy. 

"Not yet dear." I stood and carefully trapped her hand in the soft straps, so she was completely tied down. 

"Please...I need to cum...please." 

"You will love...over and over again." 

"Oh God..." She gasped. 

I purposely let her cool down a bit as I made my way slowly to the end of the bed and crawled up between her legs. I kissed her inner thighs...trailing soft kisses up and down, licking occasionally. I could feel her legs tremble at the sensations. I took my time, savoring her skin, her scent, the source so close to my mouth, dripping in anticipation. I licked up one side of the crease of her thigh, over her taunt belly, and back down the other crease. She was spread wide for me, her womanly lips parted, her large clit swollen, begging for my tongue's attentions. I blew hot air on her clit, gently. She shuddered and moaned. I did it again and again. 

"Please, Nick, don't tease me." She arched her hips up. I grinned, wickedly, and winked at her from between her legs. I let her watch me lick my lips slowly. I grabbed a pillow and helped her lift her hips, placing it under her. She was more exposed to me that way, and I would be able to stay down there longer without putting a kink in my neck. 

I settled back down again, and held her legs open more. I stared at the puffy, delicate pink folds, and sniffed carefully. I loved eating her sweet scent. I slowly lowered my head and took one long, slow lick, from bottom to top, and then back down again. 

"Oh yes!" She gasped. I gathered her nectar up on my tongue, over and over again, between her slit, down over her throbbing clit and inside...I fucked her opening with my tongue, doing the best I could to lick the inside walls. I loved hearing her gasps and moans of pleasure. 

Back up I went, teasing the outer lips, licking up and down and sucking on the inner lips...she always loved that. Anna arched her hips up, and I quickly took her ass in my hands and held her to my mouth, and with the tip of my tongue, I flicked her engorged clit once. She jerked in my arms, cried out. I blew on her gently. 

"Nick...please...more." She whimpered. 

"Princess, I'm going to give you more than you can handle." I promised, breathing the words directly over her clit. My balls and cock ached to feel her hot body wrapped around me, but my lady wanted more...I chuckled softly. "Baby, get ready to come like you never have before." Wordlessly, she arched her hips to my mouth. 

I sucked her hot clit in my mouth, and flicked it, once. She came immediately, moaning and arching herself up to me. I took what she offered me and sucked harder, holding the suction. She screamed as the orgasm reached its peak, and she shook in my arms. I let her down gently onto the pillow, with my mouth still on her, kissing her throbbing clit softly. Her pussy and my chin were soaked with her juices, but I wasn't done with her yet. 

Before she completely stopped pulsing, I spread her folds open with my fingers and started licking her up and down, rapidly. My tongue slid over her clit back and forth, up and down, and she came again, moaning my name. I took her large clit back into my mouth and flicked it and sucked on it, over and over again. Flick, suck, flick, suck, flick, suck...until her whole body lifted off the bed and she screamed and growled her pleasure as the waves washed over her body. She was pulling at her restraints, babbling at me to stop and then begging for more. 

I held her to me and sucked as hard as I could, pressing her clit against the roof of my mouth, trapping it. One orgasm rolled over her body, making her shake uncontrollably, and crash right into the next, over and over again, until she squirmed helplessly, tossing her head back and forth, bucking her hips, moaning weakly as the pleasure took her. I let her cool down for a minute and just kissed the top of her soaked smooth mound, licking the skin gently, letting her relax, but keeping her aroused.

When her breathing slowed a little, and she arched her hips up for more, I dove in with gusto, determined not to stop until she begged me to. I rubbed her clit over and over with my fingers, up and down, around in circles, with one finger, watching her squirm. Her whole body was flushed...a nice red blush and sweat covered. Her eyes glazed over and she threw her head back, and shook and moaned as she came on my fingers. Her whole body went stiff and I watched her clit spasm and pulse. I loved the fact that she was so multi-orgasmic. I knew that when she was like this, her body never got too sensitive. She just craved more and more. 

I slid two fingers inside her easily and began working them in and out slowly as I teased her clit with my tongue. She fucked my fingers as I sucked her clit until she came again. "Nick...oh Nick...fuck me. Fuck me." She was moaning continuously. "I need you....I need your cock." I ignored her and gently pressed my fingers upward, to find that one magic spot I read about online. I pressed up and tickled her g-spot with the tips of my fingers.

"OH...FUCK! What are you doing?" She cried, eyes wide with pleasure.

She pulled at the restraints and let out one loud long passion filled cry, and splashed her juices all over my hand. She went wild, tossing her head, shrieking and moaning, crying and thrashing as she came screaming, over and over. I made her squirt three times before I finally stopped. 

She lay there, moaning and making this little purring sound, her whole body was shaking in post orgasmic bliss. I finally couldn't take the throbbing in my cock any longer. I had to be inside her. 

"Anna...Anna." I was above her now, my dripping rock hard cock pressed against her wet slit. "Baby...I need to be inside you now." She opened her eyes, and nodded weakly at me. I kissed her gently as I slid the swollen purple head of my cock inside her. Her body welcomed me and immediately began squeezing my cock. She was still having massive aftershocks. I loved sliding inside her when she's like that. 

She moaned, long and low as I slid deep, stretching her channel to fit around me. She was always tight for me. I groaned and buried my head in her neck. Kissing her collarbone. "Oh...Anna...woman, you are heaven." I pulled back and slid in again, deep. She was molten hot and squeezing me over and over. She moaned again. 

"Nick...yes...oh yes, baby. Don't stop."

Every motion I made sent aftershocks through her body, and she shook and cried out as I slid in and out, slowly, then faster, over and over. I was frantic now, and so was she. We met each other, thrust for thrust, faster and harder, until she arched up hard against me and screamed her pleasure one final time, pulling my body deep into hers. Her pussy clamped down on me hard. I couldn't take any more and I burst with her, inside her. I cried out and bit her shoulder, moaning over and over. My cock pulsed, over and over again, until my balls ached from how empty they were. 

I shuddered and collapsed on her, completely and utterly spent. Anna shook and spasms racked her body, squeezing my cock still deep inside her. Neither one of us said a word. I don't think we could speak. I just kissed her, gently and lovingly, while we both came down from the stars. Eventually I slid out from her body, which made her moan involuntarily, and I chuckled. 

"Sorry babe..."

"Don't be." She said dreamily. "That was wonderful sweetheart, I've never come like that before...oh God...we have to do that again!" She smiled up at me. "But for now, can you release my hands and feet? I want to hold you." 

"Oh baby, sure." A few seconds later I had all the Velcro restraints off and we laid together, face to face under the comforter, our arms and legs entwined. 

"I love you baby...so much." I said sleepily, kissing the little love bite I gave her. The long hours and the post orgasmic coma was pulling me under quickly. 

"Welcome home lover." She whispered, as we both drifted off to sleep.