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Please Don't...

By: sarge13



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I would like to relate an odd but pleasant incident that happened to me a few years ago. There is of course a lovely lady involved. That is the best part of the story. 

I met Joyce a few years before this happened and was immediately in lust with her. She was a chunky, beautiful woman. To those of you who don't love big girl's thank you, that leaves them to guys like me. There was something about her that absolutely turned me on. I guess it was her smile and impish attitude and her lush chunky body that screamed sex is what got to me. She wasn't quite a BBW but very close. Strangely, her attitude toward me at first was reserved for some reason.

Joy's husband James was a good friend and coworker. Messing with a married woman is a good way to wake up in the morning with a bullet hole in your forehead. However, I digress.

Joyce was two years younger than I was and her husband the same age. When James died from a heart attack, it was a total shock. Luckily or from good management, their house was paid off and both of their sons were plebes in armed forces Military Academies. James's life insurance picked up all the incidentals with a fat sum left over. 

Shortly after that, my wife and I split. It turned out she was fucking the owners of the business where she worked and several other guys for the fun of it I suppose. She had always been a cock hound. I didn't realize how big a one she was. 

Surprisingly the whole thing was amicable; Olivia got the house in the suburbs, the larger one of the two we owned. I got the slightly smaller one just outside of town, and the five acres around it. Her boy friend and his brother both must've been giving her lots of big meat. She liked big ones. I'm not bragging mind you but she liked mine.

She was happy enough to let me have the lion's share of the bank account. Her boy friends were much better off than I was. They were shooting porn moves on the sly or so I heard. Olivia was reputed to be one of the stars. I can only imagine how much bread that brings in per film. I think that's why they were decent about the whole thing.

James's death and my divorce were with in three months of each other. During this time, my lust for Joyce was turning into love as well. The way things were I put my feelings away in the deep recesses of my mind. I was reminded of my feelings by Joyce in a most peculiar fashion. 

*****

The city owned considerable acreage right next to my place. A large section of it was converted to jogging and hiking trails. One of their hiking trails ran close to my back fence. I took advantage of that two or thee time a week I would take a couple of mile hike to a fishing pond I was fond of, usually just for the walk, the fish could wait. The trails wandered through several tight stands of oaks and pines. I found that there were several clearings hidden in the thickets. A few couples had also found them. That was evident by the used condoms and empty wrappers littering the clearings.

One day Saturday after lunch, I was walking along a trail near my house when I saw Joyce sitting on a bench resting. Deep in thought, she apparently didn't see me when I came up to her.

"Dogs barking," I asked stopping next to her.

She gave a little squeak and jumped up as if to run. "Oh, it's you Alex." She gasped, her face flushed. "I thought you might be the rapist who has been lurking around this area.

"Just little old me." I said thinking her remark was a little odd. "They caught that bastard two days ago. It was in the paper yesterday." 

"Thank you Alex" She said leaning against me panting a little. Her lustrous brown hair tickled my nose. "You frightened me so much I thought I was going to jump out of my clothes." 

"Oh I wish." I thought. 

Joyce smelled of female sweat and perfume, it was an intoxicating mixture. What she was wearing didn't help any. A flimsy tank top with spaghetti straps that did nothing to hid her lacy bra. Her tight walking shorts showing her other assets to perfection. Then I noted she had made some changes to her appearance as well. No wedding band, rings festooned some of her fingers. Her nails were panted a glossy pink and had designs on them. Her lips were colored with the same shade of pink. The eye shadow cried with the rest of her new accouterments, they shouted 'fuck me'. Or was that just my wish?

"When did you start using the trials out here?" I asked.

"A few days ago. The house is so empty." She sniffed. "After work sometimes I can't stand it being there alone. I had to do something before I went crazy. Then I remembered the walking trails by your place." Joy said. Batting her baby blues at me. 

"I can understand that." I remarked, thinking how nice it would be the get her in my bed. "Why didn't you stop by the house? I'd buy you a cup of coffee."

"I thought of that. I didn't want to intrude with your divorce and all." Joyce paused for a few seconds looking both ways up and down the trail. Nobody was in sight. She looked at me with a strange look in her eyes. Then she pressed her tits against my chest and started rubbing my crotch. "Please don't take me in brush and make me take my clothes off." She said rubbing my crotch looking me straight in the eye.

Needless to say, it startled me. My pulse went up just a tad.

I reached down cupped her soft ass and pulled her lush body tighter to me. "Which way don't you want to go?" I asked surmising what was going on, that was still a guess. I was determined to play along. If she had in mind, what I hoped, I was in for the kill.

I think she was a little surprised at the size of my root as she rubbed my stiffing cock.

Joyce nodded toward an almost indistinct gap in the brush. She turned and pressed her soft ass against me. Then put her hands behind her back. "Please don't Hold my arms and make me go that way."

I picked up her sweatshirt and large fanny pack before gripping her wrists with one of my hands. I guided her off the path into the brush. I guessed correctly, she wanted me to hold them there in a parody of being forced. In no more than a few steps into the brush, the walking trail vanished from view. We were on a barely defined narrow trail. I knew were it headed. If we stayed on it for about two hundred yards, we would find a small clearing I discovered a few weeks ago. There was a large smooth log there perfect for sitting and contemplating the Whichness of the Why.

After we were out of sight down the trail, she stopped and rubbed her ass against me. "Please don't use the cuffs in my pack." She panted. A flush was on her face and neck.

I found a pair of nylon cuffs with Velcro fasters in the pack. And of all things a leash, a collar, some rope, and other odds and ends. She kept her arms behind her back while I put the restraints on her wrists then hooked them together. The restraints surprised me, still I was game. By now, my cock was so hard it was almost painful. We continued down the narrow trail with me leading her by the leash.

We walked for a while until Joyce stopped and stood in the middle of the trail trembling. Her voice shaky when she said. "Please don't pull my top over my head and let it dangle on my arms...My bra too." She added. With a small twitch of her shoulders.

Shortly in the dappled shade of the trees surrounding us, I beheld her twin treasures for the first time. Joyce's flush now spread to the tops her shoulders and her incredible breasts. They were perfect for her body type. I all but salivated when they came in to view. Her areoles were light brown centered with large very hard pinkish nipples.

I kissed each magnificent mound in turn. A sheen of perspiration formed on her trembling body and tits. Joyce whimpered and thrust them against my mouth. "Please don't do that. Oh! Oh!" Slightly out of character, she gasped. "Oh, Alex bite my nipples! Pinch them...slap my tits!"

I didn't want to damage her orbs of perfection in any way I bit her nipples lightly...then a little harder causing her to squeak a little. I sensed that wasn't enough. So I slapped her hard enough to leave a handprint on one of her tits. 

"Please don't hit me harder...please Alex don't hurt me!" Then I slapped them hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Both my hands stung. Unbelievably she smiled and pressed her breasts to my chest and offered her lip for a kiss. I did tongue and all.

When we came to a wider place on the trail about half way to the small clearing Joyce stopped again. I looked back taking in the beauty of her swaying breasts. By now, I was almost convinced I would end up with the ultimate prize before this was over. I also remembered that nothing is a sure thing. 

Things happen; I knew the game Joyce was playing could turn out a total bust. The chance that I could get my wick wet made me determined to play her game for all it was worth. What a man will do for a woman still amazes me.

She looked at me her wide mouth in a little moue. "Please Alex." She said in a firm voice. "Don't take my shorts and panties off...please don't." 

For drama, I tied the leash to a low hanging branch. Then slowly peeled her shorts over her wide hips and down until she could step out of them. I folded them and stuffed them into the fanny pack that I carried over my shoulder. Before I pulled Joyce's panties off I paused to enjoy the view.

Her belly pouched out just enough to overhang the tight waistband of her panties. Her panties were a pure delight to behold. Nearly transparent, the low cut wisp of pink nylon lace clung to her hips like they were painted on. A dark patch of pussy hair beckoned me to take a closer look. 

Joyce looked at me with trepidation in her eyes. I was about to gaze upon her most secret treasure. I knelt in front of her and began rolling her wispy panties down. Her belly trembled when the first wisp of her pubic hair appeared. When the panties were at the middle of her thighs, I paused to admire the prize. Her labium was shaved. She had retained a thick dark patch in the shape of a triangle above her gorgeous clit. I immediately shoved my nose into it savoring the total female scent. Joyce moaned in pleasure, I hoped, and then she began humping my face. I shoved as much of my tongue into her pussy as I could. Then stopped to pull her panties to her ankles, her legs shook as she stepped out of them.

"Oh, please don't put your fingers in to me...please!"

I have been blessed or cursed if you will, with large hands with thick fingers. I hadn't needed any prompting when she said that. Two fingers were already exploring her moist cleft. 

"Oh Alex, please don't...oh, oh!" She trembled nearing an orgasm. Her body shook and twisted on my fingers when she came. Joyce protested when I removed my fingers. That stopped when I hooked a large thumb in her wet cunt and reached with a finger to massage her asshole.

I told her to lead the rest of the way. The tall the flowering weeds that all but blocked the trial bobbed their heads to us as we pushed through them. The flexing of her ass was a marvelous thing to behold. Watching it with awe, I noticed a small tattoo centered just above the crack of her ass. I would have asked her about it but. I had other things on my lecherous mind. As it was, I almost made her get on her hands and knees so I could fuck her then and there. 

Something held me back. I tried to remember all the details of our destination. The Clearing was slightly oblong about fifty feet in diameter at the widest part. Short dense grasses covered of it especially near the massive fallen oak tree it had lain there long enough for the small pine trees to enclose it. All the bark has weathered off. The bare roots of the oak made a perfect lounger when you sat on the trunk. A small creek that abutted the clearing ran through the thickets bubbled on the far side. A very tight young pine thicket surrounded the whole shebang. The only entrance I knew of was the poor tail we were on.

Joyce paused then stepped out into the shade dappled grassy clearing. She lead me toward the oak were she carefully knelt. She looked at me wide eyes and said. "Please don't make me suck your cock."

In what seemed like moments I was sitting on the log naked but for my shoes. My erection had faded away back on the trail. It was back with a vengeance. Joyce knee walked forward until her knees touch the log between my legs. I scrunched my hips forward until the head of my dick bobbed just in front of her face. She covered my cock with kisses and licked it with enthusiasm. I was in turn mauling her tits and lightly pinching her nipples.

She looked in my eyes, winked at me, then expertly engulfed the head of my weapon. I cupped her breasts to hold her steady as she took half of my cock into her mouth. She rocked back and forth taking a little more each time. I soon realized that she was expert at what she was doing and she liked doing it.

Oh, shit Joy." I groaned. "Can you take all of it?"

She mumbled something that sounded like "I don't know." Between gagging now and then as she bobbed up and down. Then she took so much cock I could feel her chin touching my balls. She paused for a few seconds gagged violently as tears ran down her flushed face. Then Joyce pulled back panting for breath. A thick string of saliva ran from her moist lips to the head of my cock.

She coughed a little to clear her throat. "Please don't hold my head down." She panted. "Please don't make me swallow your cum."

With that, she engulfed my cock again, gagging when her nose reached my pubic hair. She pulled back with half of my cock in her mouth. I had a handful of her hair as I tweaked her nipples with the other. Shortly we got a good rhythm going. With little urging and to my delight I was fucking her mouth. 

Joyce was running with sweat as I was. Her sexual flush covered her back to her magnificent ass. After a few minutes, I could feel my balls tighten. My thrusts became a bit more urgent. 

"Shit I'm gonna cum!" I groaned. 

She pulled back sucking harder, then started taking a short quick bobbing motion on just the head of my dick. I was mauling both of her tits with my hands as she pressed them to them. The world stopped and shuttered as I pumped cum into her mouth. She gobbled it down like it as the last thing she was ever going to do. One or two drops of cum managed to escape tight lips and run down her chin.

"Oh, God Alex!" She mewled as she let my softening cock dropped out of her mouth. Licking the cum off her lips Joyce laid her head on one of my quivering thighs. Her tousled sweat stained hair hung limp on her forehead. It was a beautiful sight. One I will never forget. That memory stirs my cock to life even now, as it did then. 

Joy noted that with a smile. She kissed it and looked at me with her big gorgeous eyes. Almost grinning she said. "That was better than I imagined....Please don't fuck me...not with my hands cuffed to the log...please." 

Those words brought the world back into focus. I realized that I wasn't at light speed after all. It was the breeze sighing through the trees. I was in the clearing; the birds sang in the brush, the little creek bubbled along in its rocky bed ignoring it all. 

With a little ingenuity and rope in Joy's pack, I soon had her trussed in a very compromising position on the huge smooth log. Her arms were spread and cuffed up and over her head to knurly bare roots sticking in the air. Her lush smooth legs were tied around the knees and back to the same roots. Her legs bent at the knees were splayed wide. She was completely helpless. 

As I placed a wad of our rolled up clothing under the small of her back I saw a little fear and pleading in her wide blue eyes. I had total access to both of her most secret treasures. 

By now, I was rock hard again; my dick would have to wait. As an old time expert, I think, muff diver, nary a complaint in the past, I was going to practice my trade. I started on her lower thighs. Kissing and licking to the treasure. I did this with each lush thigh. Pausing only to kiss the juncture of her thigh and body. 

Joyce had trimmed and shaven her pussy hair neatly. I noticed that her labium was a little red. Defiantly a sign of a recent shave. The small triangle I had seen before looked like it pointed to her prominent clit. That treasure peeking from under its hood was perfect size for sucking and nibbling.

I hope I won't bore you with an excessive description of my open attack on her pussy. We'll see how it turns out. In this type of situations, it doesn't pay to be sneaky. So I dove right in.

The scent and taste of her nectar was heady ambrosia indeed. Joyce was secured tightly but her muff was still a moving target. The deeper I reached with my tongue the more she squirmed and whimpered. When I licked and nibbled on her button, she twitched and moaned. She gasped shuttering through several orgasms before I began my final assault. I buried my nose in her pussy. As I licked her asshole and tain't, she screamed once then fainted. That scared the hell out of me.

Before I could get up, she was back among the living. Joyce smiled weakly at me and said. "I should have warned you. I do that sometimes."

I grumbled about it a little until she cut me off. "Oh shut up Alex." She said. "If you don't fuck me right now I will die! Stick that thing in me now! I can't wait any longer!"

"As My lady orders." I said grandly winking at her. I started a trail of kisses up her soft sweaty stomach, pausing only to tongue her deep belly button. That made her giggle. I licked and sucked each nipple in turn. Kissed her neck. Then shoved my tongue in her mouth. She returned the favor. The kiss lasted for a minute or two.

When I pushed into her body, she gasped with pleasure. Joy's pussy was still a moving target; she thrust it up eagerly engulfing my cock with her hot very wet cunt.

"Yes! Alex! Fuck me! Take me like a whore! Make me your woman!" She moaned as I sank deep in her velvet depths. I stopped when my balls met her wet mound. "Fuck Yessss!" She sighed. Her lush body trembling. "Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, God fuck hard!"

Her wish was truly my command. I started with deep hard strokes our pubic bones slapping together. Almost immediately, both of us were drenched with sweat. I know my face must have been beet red. Her sexual flush covered her whole upper body, arms, and face including her ears.

Not that I've had that many women in my life...Joy was the absolute best I have ever been with. The clearing was filled with the liquid slapping of flesh on flesh. Her body rattled with orgasm after orgasm I lost count after the first five. I was a bit too busy to keep an accurate count. 

"Kiss me Alex!" Joy hissed between clenched teeth. "Kiss me now or I'm going to scream so loud the entire city will hear me." I lip locked with her and held it as I fucked harder. I could feet my cum boiling in my balls.

"I'm going to cum!" I groaned into her mouth. "I am coming!" She screamed then. It was muffled but it rattled my teeth. That triggered me. I slammed deep in her body and stopped. It felt as if I were shooting the contents of my body including my brains her into her cunt. We held tight while she trembled and jerked. Then she fainted again. It didn't scare me as much that time. 

Later the shadows were longer and the wind had all but ceased we cuddled in the last of the warm afternoon sunshine reaching the clearing.

"You," I said kissing her neck and running my hands over her sticky body "are a wonder. That was fabulous role-playing. You didn't need to go so far. I'm not complaining mind you..."

"Oh shut up Alex." She giggled you enjoyed it as much as I did you nasty man. You weren't doing anything about us so I decided to get your attention. Don't give me that look." She chided me. "You've wanted in my pants from the day you first saw me. I know that look. You were too much of a gentleman to do anything. What you didn't know is that I wanted you too. You forced me to take action on my own."


Please, Don't



"Please, don't," she whispered in my ear as she clutched the back of my head firmly in her hands. I shifted slightly, placing more weight on my right knee, and drove my cock back into her as deeply as humanly possible. I felt her tighten her legs a little higher on my hips allowing for deeper penetration on my part. We were both soaked in sweat. I increased the pace with which I fucked her clenching pussy. 

"Please, don't make me cum again... no more," she offered weakly, another orgasm already dragging her from reality. I shortened my strokes to rapid jabs into her swollen, slippery slit. Her body temperature suddenly spiked as huge droplets of sweat emerged under her eyes and dripped past my cheek into her matted hair. I pulled my head up and looked in her eyes as they were forced closed by the intensity of her orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum again!" she exclaimed as she trembled and clutched desperately at my sweaty body to keep from being completely swept away by her third orgasm. I leaned forward bracing my hands on the top of the couch and increased the friction on her clit with my steel hard shaft. My cock hadn't been this hard in years. There was something about fucking this woman that gave me the stamina of a porn star. I stopped thrusting as Annie's convulsions prevented me from maintaining any sort of rhythm.

"Oh my god, Mike," she said between her huffing and puffing. "I told you not to do this."

"But weren't you just asking me to fuck you, fuck you harder, a few seconds ago?" I asked as I slowly withdrew my cock until it was almost all the way out, at which point I slowly slid it all the way back in. The sensations were exquisite as we both shuddered involuntarily.

"You're doing this on purpose and it's not going to work," she said looking up at me with sad eyes.

I stopped my slow thrusting and just savored being deep inside of her. She tenderly caressed my back as I placed little kisses on her ear and down the side of her neck. She moaned and then grabbed my head with her hands and looked me straight in the eye.

"Mike, please stop," she said sadly. "I told you not to fall in love with me and you did it anyway."

"What makes you think I've fallen in love with you?" I asked as I slowly withdrew my penis and re-inserted it just to keep it hard.

"It's the way you fuck me," she said still looking at me.

"What's wrong with the way I fuck you?" I asked touching my nose to hers.

"You fuck me like you love me, and I told you not to fall in love with me, I'm not that kind of girl."

"How can you tell someone's fallen in love with you by the way they fuck?"

"Have you cum yet?"

"No, and what's that got to do with it?"

"Mike, you've made me cum like three times already," she said, as if that somehow explains it.

"So?"

"Michael, I told you. I'm a slut. I like fucking men. I like seducing them. I like making them cum. I get off on it. I can't be in a monogamous relationship. I won't be in a monogamous relationship. It's just not me, it's not who I am."

I closed my eyes because I didn't want to hear those words. She had told me not to fall in love with her, but my god, I'm only human. She was beautiful. She had an almost evil twinkle in her eyes that made her look like she was always up to something. Her smile was kind of twisted which added to her overall charm. Her clothes were tres chic, especially the shoes she wore that she had purchased in Paris.

I met Annie when she came to work in my office, setting up our new computer system. It only took a week to complete the job, so I knew I'd have to act fast if I were going to ask her out. The other guys in the office were already commenting on how sexy she was and how she probably fucks like a pro. I began watching her as she worked. She really knew her stuff when it came to computers. I also noticed that she would flirt with just about any male bold enough to approach her.

On Wednesday morning I dredged up enough nerve to ask her out and she agreed; rather enthusiastically too, I might add. We decided on dinner Friday night at Leo's. I kept it quiet, not wanting to be teased by my fellow male co-workers before the date. On Thursday after lunch I was working at my desk when I realized I'd run out of staples. I walked down the hall to the storage room.

When I was about half way down the hallway, Richard came out of the storage room, saw me, and hurried me into his office, which was just across the hall. Once inside he closed the door and then cracked it just a little to see out into the hallway.

"Come here, look at this," he said motioning to me without turning from the door.

I peeked out of the crack he'd left in the door just in time to see Annie emerge from the storage room with a pad of sticky notes. Richard pushed the door closed as she passed, and then peeked around the door to admire the view as she walked away down the hall. 

"God, she's got a big ass," he said holding the door open so I could watch her strut on down the hall, her ass undulating provocatively under a wonderfully tight business length skirt. The classic black BCBG pumps with the three inch heels helped things move in the right direction.

"Wow," was all I could muster in response.

"Dude, she just gave me the best fucking blow-job I think I've ever experienced, right there in the storage room!" he said, grinning from ear to ear.

"No way!" I replied, feeling both excited and angry at the same time. Truth be known, I was devastated. I had just spent three days chatting up this woman and I had been truly impressed with everything about her. She was up on the events of the world. She told me that she was an NPR listener. She spoke intelligently about the NBA finals, and about who was in and who was out in World Cup action. So, you can imagine how this recent occurrence sort of floored me.

"She came into my office and asked if I could let her into the storage room so she could check out our servers, you know?" explained Richard.

I nodded, trying to hide the mental dilemma that was spinning about in my head. 

"When we got inside she said, 'Hmm, a person could get into trouble in a place like this,' and I said, 'What sort of trouble did you have in mind?' and she said, 'What sort of trouble do you have?' and I said, 'Well, since you've been working on this job I've been having trouble hiding this,' I said, and I grabbed my cock which was pitchin' a tent in my pants!"

"No way!" I exclaimed.

"Sure did, and she didn't even hesitate. She dropped to her knees, pulled my pecker out for me and started sucking like there was no tomorrow."

"Dude, no way!"

"Fuckin' A, dude, I've never cum so fast in my life, and she swallowed all of it!" he said with pure glee, offering his hand up for a high five.

I thought about leaving him hanging, but decided that might bring on suspicion or be seen as jealousy. Instead, I gave him a high five that was extra hard. I figured it would show that I was excited for him. Ultimately, it let me get out some frustration about the whole fucking incident. I grinned broadly knowing it stung then turned quickly to be on my way.

"You dog! You always did have luck with the women," I said smiling over my shoulder as I left. I forgot about my staples and decided to spend the rest of the day answering email with my door closed.

The next day was Friday and I was still looking forward to my date with Annie, despite the recent occurrence. I met her at the restaurant and things could not have proceeded more smoothly. We talked about everything as if we were old friends catching up on what had happened in each other's lives since we'd been apart. When we started talking enthusiastically about how much we loved old, black and white movies, I realized that I could easily spend the rest of my life with this woman.

After the check was paid and we'd walked out to the street, I gambled and tried to play the perfect gentleman. I offered her my hand and told her that I had had a lovely time. She paused and looked at me as if confused. Then her face blossomed into that lovely, twisted smile and she said, "Oh, Mike, you dear man..."

"What?" I asked, feigning confusion.

"Don't you dare fall in love with me," she said in a pissed off tone. I couldn't tell if her tone was serious or mock.

"I...," was all I was able to mutter.

"You're honestly not going to invite me back to your apartment so you can fuck my brains out?"

I struggled again for words. I stood there staring at her as she smiled at me. Finally, I came to my senses and jumped in with both feet.

"Annie? Would you like to go with me to my apartment so I can fuck your brains out?" I asked with the straightest of faces. I was surprised at how easily those words rolled off my tongue.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said smiling and lacing her arm in mine. "Drive me to my car?"

Once in my apartment I showed her around and then opened a bottle of wine to sip as we talked. She seemed fascinated by my music collection. I asked her to put on whatever she liked as I sat down on the couch. She knelt on the floor to get a closer look at the titles. I sat back and enjoyed the view. 

Annie wore some sort of shirt dress that resembled a batik beach wrap. It was sort of a bronze and rust color, barely long enough to cover her ass, but loose fitting to the point where one could not make out the feminine form underneath. She had some sexy strappy high heeled sandals on her feet. When she knelt in front of my CD rack, the material of her dress was pulled tight around her bottom so that her delicious bubble butt was apparent. She put on a CD, then rose and turned to me on the couch. 

The sexy sounds of Stan Getz and Astrud Gilberto came through the speakers as she grabbed her dress at the hem and removed the whole thing in one seamless motion. There were no undergarments. She smiled and stood before me in just her high heeled sandals. Her breasts were fuller than I thought they would be, perfectly shaped with thin, pointy nipples. Her hips flared wonderfully from her high, slim waist. Her mound was plump and smooth with no sign of the lips hidden within. 

"Like it? I just had it waxed," she said cupping her pussy and dragging her fingers upward so that her inner lips were forced out into the open. Annie sauntered over and knelt on the floor in front of me, all the while staring hungrily at the bulge in my pants. She waited patiently as I unbuckled my pants and freed my erect penis.

"Wow, you're much bigger than I thought you'd be," she said laughing nervously.

I was used to the comments and the nervous laughter women offered once they'd seen my cock. Some women begin to have second thoughts while others begin to ponder the possibilities. While it's not humongous, it is sizeable. I grabbed it at the base and stood it up as it finished hardening. A string of pre-cum stretched from the bulbous, mushroom head over to my thigh where it had lain.

"So, you've been thinking about my cock, have you?" I asked, holding the muscle so that it pointed at the ceiling instead of curling bow-like into my abdomen.

"This may be the biggest cock I've ever seen, and I've seen quite a few" she said scooting forward for a better look. "How big is it?"

I guess it was a compliment, but I didn't want to hear it that way, especially coming from her.

"Well, it's nine inches long, seven inches all the way around, and three inches in diameter," I said with a guilty smile. "Yes, we all measure them."

Annie was obviously one who was pondering the possibilities. 

"I'll bet you get no complaints from the lucky women who get to have this," she said wrapping both hands around the shaft so that just the head poked out.

"Actually, some women have second thoughts after they see it fully erect," I explained. 

She opened her mouth and enveloped the head with her soft, wet lips, leaving it glistening with her saliva. She gently slid both hands up until her top hand covered the head and then slid them both back down to the base. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and dripped down over her fingers. She licked it up with the tip of her tongue as if it were a melting ice cream cone, and then sucked the head back into her mouth. 

As she slid her top hand down the shaft to cover her other hand grasping the base, her lips followed her hand until half my cock was in her mouth. I felt the head of my cock press into the narrowing orifice in the back of her throat and she gagged slightly. Her lips were touching her hands. She waited patiently until her gag reflex subsided then forced the rest of my fuck-stick into her throat. She held it there for about three seconds, and then disengaged slowly, allowing her lips to close as she pulled them up the shaft and off the tip. "How do you convince the ones who have second thoughts?" she asked smearing the pre-cum and saliva she'd left behind up and down the vein covered shaft. 

"By doing this," I said as I rose to my feet and had her take my seat on the couch.

I tore off my shirt and kicked my shoes and underwear across the room. I then grabbed her ankles and pushed her knees toward her chest.

"Hold your legs open like this," I instructed, placing her hands under her thighs. I slipped her shoes off and dropped them on the floor on either side of us.

Purposefully stroking my erection I stood over her and enjoyed the view; well manicured fingers pressing into soft, succulent flesh as they held shapely thighs lewdly open. Her fat pudenda had parted revealing thin and delicate pussy lips. I knelt between her tan thighs and began French kissing her swollen vagina. She seemed startled at first and a little confused at what I was doing. I sensed that she had expected me to just bury my cock in her cunt and begin fucking her like there was no tomorrow. 

"Oh no, Mike," she protested. "I'm already wet."

She let go of her thighs allowing her legs to rest upon my back while she squirmed and tried to push my head away. 

"Please, don't," she pleaded.

In and out of her slippery hole my tongue darted, circling her clit and painting wet circles around her puckered anus. Little squeals and moans escaped her lips as she continued to struggle to fight me off. I couldn't figure out why she was putting up any resistance whatsoever. I was giving the entire region the royal treatment. I was worshipping her pussy. 

I reached up around her legs, pulled her hands from my head and placed them back holding her thighs. Soon, her pussy was tugging at my tongue each time it was inserted, and her clit began to pulsate with her pussy's contractions. A trickle of pussy juice emerged from the bottom of her pussy like milk from a freshly cleaved coconut. She stopped protesting and just began to tremble.

Pushing my upper lip against the hood covering her clit, I dragged the taste buds on my tongue back and forth rapidly against the smooth bundle of nerves that throbbed underneath. She screamed and a steady flow of girl juice sloshed against my chin and ran all down my neck and onto the floor below. She put her hands back on my head and held it steady as she quivered and quaked. I halted my oral assault and waited for her to calm down, but she never did.

Like an engine suffering from pre-ignition on a hot day, she continued to idle uncontrollably. After about a minute I decided to slide three fingers into that hot little engine. Again, she protested, and again she began to cum. It was as if I had jammed my fingers into a raw egg and was scooping out the yolk and albumen onto the floor. Thick, syrupy cum gushed all around my fingers, dribbled down my arm and dripped off my elbow. My fingertips were massaging her g-spot as she grabbed my wrist and held it in place.

"Jesus, I can't stop cumming," she muttered as her body continued to heave and spasm. 

I looked down at my cock and it was bobbing up and down, a string of pre-cum connecting it to the combined puddle of juices on the floor between my legs. I straightened up and lay my cock in the palm of the hand that was buried in her pussy. As I withdrew my fingers, I replaced them with my petrified penis. 

Annie's eyes flew open in disbelief as I watched my cock drag her outer lips inward. Her clit was buffeted by every vein that passed it on its way into her honey pot. It was as if she had grasped my cock in her tight little hand, but I was in her tight little pussy. All the way out, and all the way back in; smooth as silk. I began to fuck her with long, slow strokes. She was still cumming. 

Deeper and deeper and faster and faster I filled and unfilled her vagina. She rolled her head back and forth and allowed herself to be consumed by the sheer carnality of our union. She forced her eyes open and looked at me for the first time since she'd begun to cum over five minutes ago.

"Please don't... stop fucking me," she panted. 

"Stop fucking you?" I asked, knowing full well what she said and meant. 

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," was all she could say as I picked up the pace. 

"Like that?" I asked boning her mercilessly.

"Harder, fuck me harder," she begged, again closing her eyes.

I gave her as much cock as I could give. Eventually, she once again went completely rigid. Pussy juice was ejected everywhere with each of my insertions. The sounds were sloppy and soupy which added to the overall nastiness of our fucking; and I do mean 'nasty' in a good way. Finally, with her legs wrapped around me, she clenched my buttocks firmly in her hands and rode out a huge orgasm with me buried in her balls deep. 

So, there I was balls deep in the most amazing woman I'd ever met, and she'd just told me not to fall in love with her because she's a slut and wants to stay that way. I opened my eyes and looked at her, hoping to find a clue to her motivations. 

"So, you like making men cum, hunh?" I asked.

She smiled sweetly and shook her head affirmatively, her eyes still closed. She took a couple of deep, cleansing breaths as her breathing returned to a more acceptable level.

"Looks like you like to make women cum?" she said slowly opening her eyes and focusing on mine. We stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, searching for a mutual understanding while wondering if we'd just reached one. 

Finally, she flexed all of the muscles surrounding my cock and said softly, "Will you cum for me, Mike?"

Well, who was I to deny this woman any request, especially one such as this. Still buried in her I wrapped her arms around my neck and scooped her up, holding her under her thighs as I stood up. She flexed her thighs so that she rose up off of my cock and then impaled herself again rotating her hips as she slid back onto me. I assisted her as best I could as she did it again and again, establishing a steady rhythm.

Annie grabbed my face with her hands and kissed me, probing my mouth with her tongue. The wonderful feeling of being attached at two orifices forced my balls to tighten in preparation for ejecting my seed. She sensed my impending orgasm and encouraged me on. She stopped kissing me and pressed her cheek next to mine as she picked up the pace with which we fucked.

"I can't wait to taste your cum," she whispered through panting breaths, trying to fight off the arrival of her fifth orgasm of the evening. She failed. With trembling groans she stiffened in my arms which actually made it easier for me to fuck her. But the increased friction caused by the constricting of her love-tunnel when she came pushed me closer to the edge too. 

Soon Annie regained control of her orgasm-wracked body. She then set about fucking me with the sole purpose of getting me to cum. She braced her elbows on top of my shoulders, clutched my head, and began swinging her hips so that her pulsating pussy sheathed and unsheathed itself deeply on my pole.

"Yes, yes, yes," she squealed, her thighs smacking wetly against mine with each exclamation. "Cum for me, baby!" 




Please, Don't



I had never fucked anybody like this in real life; only saw it done on film, but I quickly reached the point of no return and I told her that.

"Holy fuck, Annie, I'm gonna cum," I said, so she hopped off my cock and knelt in front of me. 

The first emission flopped out, thick and viscous and settled onto her chin just short of her opened mouth. The next one shot out with considerable force, catching both of us by surprise. It flew into the back of her throat and almost went down the wrong tube. She wretched, bringing it back into her mouth before it could enter her trachea. Most of the third and fourth ejaculations followed the path of the second, but this time she blocked them both with her tongue and allowed her mouth to slowly fill with cum. After the fifth and sixth I could no longer see her tongue under the pool of cum she cradled in her mouth. With her index finger she pushed the glob of semen on her chin up and over her lower lip and in to her mouth.

I squeezed the last drops of cum onto her tongue and flopped down on the couch, spent. Her cheeks now bulged with the creamy goo as she closed her mouth slowly and carefully. With the most delightful twinkle in her eyes, Annie crawled up on the couch and knelt next to me. I watched her close her eyes, tilt her head back, suck her cheeks in, and swallow my load. She sat back on her heels licking her lips and scraping cum from her face and sucking it off her fingers. She was savoring every drop. She looked over at me to gauge my reaction.

"You really do like cum, don't you?" I asked. 

With raised eyebrows, she shook her head enthusiastically. 

"I honestly think I'm addicted to it," she said smiling and looking down as if a bit embarrassed to have admitted it.

I shouldn't have, but I took advantage of her momentary vulnerability to make a comment. It was meant to hurt. I was pissed that I had fallen in love with a slut and I wanted her to know that. But at the same time, I was hoping that I could shame her into entering into a monogamous relationship with me. I so wanted to have her for myself, to save her from herself. 

"So, who's cum tastes better, mine or Richard's?" I asked. I didn't smile when I said it. She stopped smiling too.

"Oh, so he told you about that?" she asked quietly, sensing that the tone of my voice had changed.

"Yeah, well, guys will do that, you know," I said in a belittling tone.

She stared at me quietly for a few seconds, and then she looked down.

"Well, I better get going," she said. "Things are beginning to get weird."

I felt horrible. I watched her stand and walk back across the room to retrieve her dress. 

'God, she's got a big ass', I said to myself. 'I can't help it but I fucking love it and I love her.'

"I'm really sorry," I said. "You were right. You told me not to fall in love with you."

She put her dress on with her back to me and then turned to face me.

"I'm sorry. I fell in love with you, and for a moment there I was acting all 'weird' as you said, but I'm cool now. I apologize."

She still didn't say anything, but she did sit back down on the couch next to me to put on her shoes. I continued to try to honestly express my feelings without acting like the hurt lover who was now feeling sorry for himself. After my fumbling about for words, she leaned over and gently put her fingers over my lips.

"Please, don't..." she said. "You're not making it any easier."

I sat quietly and looked at her sad face. The tenderness with which she touched my lips caused all kinds of emotions to well up inside of me. I struggled to keep them at bay. I failed.

"I love you," I said. I meant it.

"I know," she said. "But I'm still a slut, and I always will be." She spoke the words almost defiantly. I sat quietly again, allowing the reality of what she'd said sink in.

"Don't you ever worry about...," I stopped my question in mid-sentence. She looked at me as if she knew what I was going to ask.

"Well, you fucked me without one too," she said answering me anyway. She had a point there. She put her left shoe on.

"Will there ever be a time when..." Again, I stopped in mid-sentence.

"I don't know, Mike. Right now, I like what I'm doing and I'm going to keep doing it until I decide not to," she said. 

I had the feeling she'd had this conversation with other men. She put her right shoe on and stood up, smoothing her dress over her round ass. My mind began to run a mile a minute. I began to think three moves ahead as if I were playing chess. Speed chess.

"I want to see you again," I said boldly.

She looked at me with a frown that said 'haven't you heard a word I've said to you?' I held her gaze with as earnest an expression as I could create. Eventually her frown turned into that twisted grin of hers, and she reached into her hand bag and pulled out her business card and a pen. 

"This is my cell," she said writing on the back.

She handed it to me then bent down and gave me a big wet sloppy French kiss with lots of tongue that lasted maybe ten seconds. Annie then turned and walked out, leaving me to wonder why I wasn't grossed out by the taste of my own cum.



Please... Don't



He had me on the bed. The mattress was firm, blankets thick, woven, and probably very nice. I squirmed away, only managing to scoot further back onto the bed before he grabbed me by the ankle. 

"Where are you going?" he asked. His lips turned up at the corners. He had such a nice face. Perhaps that's why I had trusted him in the first place. "I've had girls here before. Trust me, the neighbors are too far away to ever hear you screaming. Plus, I know you're pretty worn out from all that ruckus you made in the car. Stop struggling."

He yanked my ankle properly, unbalancing me so I fell back. then he disappeared from view. I struggled to catch sight of him again, seeing he had bent under the bed. He came up again, one hand still around my ankle and the other dragging a heavy chain out from under the bed. 

I couldn't help it. My voice was worn out from being in the car, screaming against a gag fashioned with my own underwear--but my legs weren't. I kicked. Two--three times, and surprised him enough to get loose.

We looked at each other a moment, both of us surprised, before I rolled off the bed and away from him, scrambling to my feet and heading for the door. 

He caught my wrist first, yanking me again and my momentum spun me into the door jamb. I hissed, feeling a hot knot forming at my right temple.

"Careful," he urged, chuckling. He swept me into his arms, crossing them over my own struggling elbows and pinning them to my sides. then he lifted me, my feet dangling. "Maybe it was too soon to untie you, huh? Feisty. I like your energy."

He threw me onto the bed again, and climbed on after me as I tried to scurry away. He was an average sized man, but muscular and with large hands that quickly brought me back into position on the mattress. I felt my lips quivering and my head pounded still as he pinned me down with his body, using one hand to force me to look into his face.

He smiled. I sobbed, voice breaking in my aching throat. "Now now, isn't this nicer? Don't struggle, you'll just get hurt," he said again, grinding his hips into me. He was wearing thick, sturdy working jeans but I could still feel a bulge there--stiff against my exposed thigh.

He let his hand slip down from my chin, caressing my neck and I coughed. "Shhh..." I gulped air, frightened. I could feel my pulse throbbing against his fingers.

The man tightened his grip then, and the smile left his face. Instead it was replaced with a grim line. He was cutting off my air. I clawed at his hand with my own, the only one not pinned under him. His grip was firm.

"Stop," he said. I let my hand fall back to the bed, and he let up. I took a shallow, shuddering breath. Then another. he peered at me with the same determined look. 

"Haven't I shown yet that you can't get away from me?" he said. "If you behave, I won't need to hurt you. Be a good girl. Got it?" My head pounded. Yes. I nodded.

The smile came back. "You remember when we came in. Just miles of farm. No where to run to." His hand relented, and I gulped a deep, true breath. I dared not move.

He tilted my head to the side, nibbling on my neck so intimately I shuddered again. "You smell good," he said. "Now lie still."

The man propped himself up on his elbows, looking at me a moment to see what I would do. When I didn't move, he slid off of me and leaned over the foot of the bed. I heard the chain clink, and flinched. His eyes flicked over to me, and the corner of his mouth came up again. He shook his head. "You made it necessary," he said, showing me the cuff and padlock at the end. I shook my head frantically.

"Don't give me those pitiful eyes. This stays on until you can prove you're a good girl." He grabbed my ankle again, squeezing meaningfully before placing the padded metal cuff and replacing the padlock. The key he slipped into his shirt pocket. 

"You know what, I think you've lost the right to your hands too." He retrieved my pantyhose from the floor, using them to rebind my hands behind me. I felt my lips quivering again, and bit down on my lips trying not to cry. It only hurt my throat, and made my head pound more, and made him amused. 

My hands were soon fastened again, and he took a couple steps back to get a good look at me. "I hope you appreciate that cuff. It's hard to find them padded like that." He grinned. "I'm gonna go lock up the house."

And he turned and left, simply shutting the door behind him. I wailed, more terrified now that I was alone...

The bedroom was a simple one. Besides the bed (king size) and a chest of drawers, there was an adjoining bathroom to which the door was open. The only light was from a lamp on the far side of the room. Wait... There was another fixture on the ceiling, but the switch was over by the door. The bed frame was heavy oak and the chain was thick... secure. I was secured.

When my sobbing and coughing wore down to hiccups, I slipped off the bed. The chain clinked no matter which way I moved, so I didn't bother tiptoeing. The one window in the room was sealed shut. Looked as if the jamb had been painted over and there was a bar on the outside. Impossible, with my hands tied behind me. Next, the bathroom. The chain fell short before I could even touch the doorjamb. I shivered; the wooden floor was leeching what little warm my exposed body had. All I had left was my little black dress, and I secretly cursed myself. I 

shouldn't have gone out tonight.

I sank to the floor, not even bothering to try to reach the other door or the lamp. Both were too far way. My bare ass was chilled by the flooring too, but I had no place else to go.

Soon I heard footsteps. The door opened, and I could see the man had really settled in for the night. He was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and moccasins. He had a plastic cup in one hand, and a bag in the other. He chuckled again.

"Maybe if you're good tonight I'll let you use the bathroom," he said in response to my glare. I felt my bladder contract painfully. My mouth was so dry. I hadn't considered the bathroom for hours. 

"Up, awkward duckling. To the bed with you. I've brought some water." My bladder contracted again, but the dryness in my mouth won out, and I levered myself from my knees to my feet and went over to the bed. He set the bag down by the door before bringing the cup to me and putting it to my lips. I drank, only choking once.

"Good girl," he said. His bare chest showed a more impressive musculature than I had expected; built pecs and arms. I felt the fear coming back.

He indicated that I stay still as he set the plastic cup down on the floor. He looked me over again. "No matter how often I look at you, you do it for me every time. Look at this," he said, gesturing at his crotch where his erection was straining. Now that he was only wearing flannel, I could see he was long. More than 6 inches. I felt my mouth drop. I hadn't considered it, but I didn't really expect a man who kidnapped his dates to have a sizable cock. 

He took a hand then, pulling the fabric taut against himself. "I'll have you begging for this, watch. Lie down."

I didn't move.

"Lie down!" he shouted.

I fell back, lying on my hands. I wasn't sure I'd be able to get myself back up. When I heard him stepping away, I craned my neck. 

He had gone for the bag. He pulled from it a pair of safety shears with plastic guards on the tips. He looked back at me. "Lie still," he said.

I watched him walk back to me. My throat felt better now, with the water, but I didn't scream. I just bit my lips as he straighten the fabric of my dress, and snipped at the bottom hem. When I understood his purpose, I squirmed. 

He slapped my thigh, "Stop moving." I tensed, every muscle still as his shears made their way up the front of my dress, finally closing on the hem at my neck. "Much better," he said. He returned the shears before peeling the dress back, pushing it down my shoulders till it threatened to tangle up my hands. My nipples were hard already, from the cold. It spite of myself, I clung to the warmth of his hands as he undressed me. 

He crawled up on the bed with me then, kicking off his slippers. Breathed against my neck, and I shivered from something other than the cold. 

"Don't turn your face from me, sweetheart," he whispered in my ear. His hand run up my side and cupped the curve of my breast. His thumb played with the nipple. "You''ll like it, I swear." I clung to his warmth, it was so cold in the room. I could feel his erection on me; hot and stiff even through the flannel. 

"No," I said, quietly. "I won't. I will not." 

He laughed in my ear, nibbling on my neck again. My head pounded. 

"Stop it," I said.

"Well," he offered, "If you don't want my dick in that slutty cunt of yours we can always do something else." I didn't like the tone of his voice.

He pulled away from me, and I started shivering again. He saw, but he just smiled. My hands were beginning to go numb.

The man pulled at the flannel drawstrings. "I am your master. I'll do what I like, and you'll learn to like it when I do." He let the pants drop to the floor and stepped out of them. He was long, and thick. More like 8 inches than 6. I felt my belly stirring. I won't like it. I won't.

He came back to me, and I didn't move. He looked down at me briefly, before yanking me up by the arm and dragging my face toward the end of the bed. "Tilt your head back," he said. 

I glared.

He yanked my head down by the hair, exposing my throat. "Don't bite," he growled. His hand hovered over my throat--an implicit threat.

I leaned my head back and opened my mouth.

"See, it's not hard to be a good girl. Just do as Master says." He ran his thumb under my ear, and back to my cheek. My pulse jumped in my throat, and my head swam more. "Say, 'Yes, master,' " he urged.

"Yes, master."

"Good girl," he said once again before shoving his cock into my mouth.

So I tried to be good. I slid my tongue over his penis awkwardly before realizing that I was upside down and readjusting my jaw. Then I felt him push back, and realized he didn't really want my tongue.

"Relax your throat, babe." I moistened his cock desperately, trying to keep him out of my throat. I sucked on the head, swirling my tongue until he groaned softly.

"Sweetheart, if you don't relax your throat I'll choke you with it," he said, pushing forth a bit more. I gagged.

"Don't breathe," he said. "Swallow me." I felt him push forward again, and his thighs hit my forehead as his cock invaded my throat. I panicked. His balls and pubic hair tickled my face as he seemed to settle for a moment, before pulling back and surging back in.

"That-a-girl," he said, "Just breathe in between thrusts." He slowly fucked my throat, and I felt my eyes watering. I wasn't just captive to this man. I was a sex doll. I was a mouth and a cunt. That he owned. 

Finally, he pulled out, and I gasped for breath. "How's your head doing?" he laughed. I was dizzy. He rolled me over onto my side, dragging me by the arm until my head was on the bed again. He hadn't come. His erection bobbed in front of me.

"When your master asks you a question you should really answer, you know." He grasped the back of my neck, not harshly but meaningfully.

"Okay..." I croaked.

"Okay, what?" he emphasized, digging his fingers in.

"Okay, Master."

He let go. his voice rose. "If you'd be good we could just have fun, but you seem to be a slow learner." 

I shook my head. 

"Then obey! Ass up in the air, slut."

I winced, then rocked myself and used my legs to get my butt in the air, as request. He moved the chain, settling into a better position before stepping away...

"Don't peek," he said, "I'm watching."

I froze, head half turned. When I could hear him coming back I let my head fall back on the bed. I heard a popping sound behind me, and I flinched. 

"Don't fidget," he said, spanking my exposed bottom. The dress fabric was folded over to the side, not that there had been much of it, and I was feeling the cold again, but I tried to be still.

After a moment I felt something wet and cold in the crack of my ass. My eyes widened.

"No!" I squirmed, but one hand was enough for him to hold me down.

"No?" he repeated. "I am your master. You do not say no to me." His hand came down, and my right ass cheek burned. I hissed a breath through my teeth.

"Don't," I said.

"Don't?" He spanked me again, my left cheek flaming this time. "It is my intention to use your body as I see fit," he demanded.

I felt him move close to me, but he didn't enter. Instead, he ran his cock against the crack of my ass, placing a thumb at my asshole for emphasis.

"The only way I am not using your ass for my benefit tonight is if you honestly beg me to put Master's dick in your needy little cunt," he said. 

I felt my pussy clench, and my face burned. He continued rubbing himself between my ass cheeks. 

"What..." he said after a moment, "You don't appreciate the honor of having my dick in that nasty little cunt of yours either, slut?" His hand came down again, and I cried out:

"Yes--No--Please, go ahead, put it in me. Just not my ass. Please, don't hurt me..."

His hand came down again, and I whimpered. I heard the pop that must have been the lube bottle again. "Only good girls get to have Master's dick the way they want... And you, sweetheart, have not been a very good girl, have you?"

"I'll be good! Please, not that, please..."

I felt the lube again, and this time he pushed into me with his fingers, stretching me. I sobbed, feeling the invasion. "You're too big. You'll ruin me," I pleaded.

He continued plunging the cold fingers into me, and suddenly there was more pressure so he must have added a third. "Tell you what," he finally said.

"If you fuck back onto my cock, I'll take my dick out of your ass for the night, how does that sound?" I whimpered. I had no choice. He wasn't giving me a choice.

"You'll be good, won't you sweet heart? I'll even help by doing the first thrust, okay?"

There was no other warning. He just pulled out his fingers and shoved his rock hard cock up my virgin asshole. 

I screamed. I could feel him, making me full and my bladder twinged again. He didn't move. 

"Ah, I can feel you clenching down on me. You have such a tight little asshole, sweetheart. Mmm. I could fuck this all night. Want to?"

I moaned, shaking my head.

"What's that, slut?"

"No, Master, please..."

"That's better. My offer still stands... Ten... nine... eight..."

No way was I going to wait until he reached one. I took a deep breath.

"Five... four... Oh, there we go... Come on, nice and slow..."

I pushed, crying out as the penis stretched me. I didn't know if I'd ever work properly again. I felt so full, fitting more of him in was impossible; yet I kept backing up, with his hands on my hips, until finally I felt his legs touching my backside. I sighed, panting heavily.

"You're not done, slut," he said quietly. "Go on. Fuck your Master's cock. I want to see that ass move."

"Yes, Master," I grunted, pulling away. Out was easier. Things were meant to go out. 

All too soon, his hands on my hips were pulling me back. "Far enough." I began fucking back onto his cock. I should have begged, I thought. This is so... wrong. I did think he would rape me, maybe even kill me, but not... Make every little part of me his.

I went again pulling away and pushing back on his cock. It got easier. Every thrust got a bit faster. My ass burned. Deep inside, it burned. My eyes stung, and I knew I was crying but I tried not to cry out. Because, somehow, thrust after thrust, I was beginning to feel something... good?

"Good girl, keep fucking Master's dick. You like Master's dick, huh?"

I grunted.

He spanked me again. With the cock in my ass it jarred me, and I gasped. "Say you like Master's dick, slut."

"I like your dick, Master," I moaned, trying to force my way back onto his cock.

"You know what else you like, babydoll?" he asked, pulling me back by the hips and leaning forward to grab my breasts. "You must really like it up the ass, because I can feel your juices running all down your legs..."

I groaned louder, found out. I clenched down on his cock, afraid to move.

"But you know what? We made a deal, didn't we?" He pulled out, letting me fall back onto the bed. I fell onto my side, my back strained from keeping the position. I was suddenly very, very empty.

I could see him with a towel, cleaning himself off. Had he come? Did I not feel it? How was that different, when a man came in your ass? I felt relieved for a moment until he turned, and I could see he still had an erection. 

"You should see the look on your face, sweetheart. Come here." He stepped over to the foot of the bed, and I wriggled over to him. He pulled me closer and held me by the neck, rubbing his cock against my cheek. "Lick it," he said. 

Tentatively, I stretched out my tongue and turned my head. It had a bit of a sharp smell, but it didn't really taste any different.

"Good girl... Just listen to your master."

If I wasn't a slut before, I was now. But I was so wet and I wanted anything now. Even this... monster. Any bone he was willing to throw me. So I licked his cock thoroughly. I wanted it, even though it had just been in my ass.

"Do you like Master's dick?" he asked again.

"Yes, Master," I said. He pulled away from me.

"On your back," he said. I turned slowly, maneuvering to face him and lie on my back. My arms were tangled in the dress again, but I relished the discomfort. There was only one part of me he hadn't claimed.

I let my legs fall open. He stood at the end of the bed, dragging his eyes over me. His boner twitched. He crawled up after me, leaning over me again and readjusting the chain so that he could bring my legs up over my head. I winced, my bladder tight. 

"What's with that face, slut?" he asked, massaging the exposed curved of my ass with his large hands. 

My eyes darted over to the bathroom door.

"Ah, well I'm sure you can wait till your Master is done with you, right babydoll?" he said, kneeling between my legs. He held his cock by the base, and dredged the head between my pussy lips. I sighed and panted--not really caring, anymore. I needed cock. I needed this cock.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want Master..." I gasped. "I want Master's cock..."

"You should say please, babydoll. It's only polite."

"Please, Master," I said as he positioned his cock. "Please give me your cock. Please, I want Master's cock in.. in my pussy. Master please, fuck my pussy. Fuck my pussy with your cock Master, please...."

"Alright slut. But only because you asked so nice," he said, leaning forward.

As the end of his cock slid into me, I sighed again. I could see us joining, and watched as his cock slowly disappeared into my pussy. He was so big; it couldn't possibly all fit. Yet he had fit in my ass. And it felt so good, to be full.He wedged into me, and I let my legs fall, widening my hips for his entry. He slapped my thigh. "Stupid slut," he said, pulling my legs back up over my head. He held them there, and I felt pressure on my bladder again as he slid into me. I whimpered.

He groaned, pumping slowly in and out and even with the pressure in my bladder I began to moan. He smiled.

"Thank Master for his dick, sweetheart."

"Thank you Master," I said as he manage to push further into me, "for your cock." I let my head fall back, let him hold my legs up by the ankles, let him plow into me, inch by inch.

"Mmm.. Your cunt is so tight, babydoll. Fuck, worth saving for last. Feel how tight you are on me. You love my big dick tearing open your needy little cunt like this, don't you?"

"Yes... Master," I moaned, focusing on my bladder. It felt so good; his cock in me was so sweet and every movement brought a new wave of pleasure emanating from my belly. As he thrust in, I clenched because of the pressure on my bladder and every time I clenched I could feel him, throbbing inside. 




Please... Don't



Eventually my Master bottomed out, pressing up against my cervix within and the backs of my legs without. I focused hard on my bladder, afraid to relax. He could see my grimace, and smiled. He pulled, out listening to my moans and whimpers and then plunged back in, and I could feel myself getting even wetter. It was even more delicious, the pain-pleasure of his huge dick in me and the pain of my bladder and the soreness in my ass was beginning to all feel like one pain, one pleasure.

"Tell me how you need this dick," he said, pressing in again.

"I need your dick Master. Don't stop... fucking me with your cock--Fuck! It hurts so good inside Master... Master... Master fuck me... I'll be a good girl, I promise. I promise I'll be good Master please... Mmm... Master," I pleaded, trying to bounce my hips. "Master, please more. Master please... fuck me with your giant fucking cock," I gasped as he complied, fucking me faster and I clenched hard, but the near miss just made it more delicious. 

He pounded into me, flesh slapping slowly at first and then faster, and faster as I began to moan with abandon.

"Ooooh... my cunt, Master. Fuuuck. Oh. Ooooo... Master, yes, please, I'll be good. I'll be so good..."

He smiled wickedly, and stopped thrusting. "Yes, babydoll, I know. You'll be a good little slut for me, won't you? You'll beg for my dick every... single... night."

"Yes, Master, please... I will, I promise," I said, squirming. My pussy throbbed around him, and I whimpered again, this time from pleasure. "Please Master, let me have your cock. Please... please... I want to cum... Your cock is so good... Please, please Master." 

He grimaced himself. "Fuck it feels good when you wiggle like that. Fucking slut. Listen to you. Good thing you like my dick, slut, because this cunt is all mine," he said.

Master began thrusting again, plunging all the way into me and making the bed shake. I moaned, after only a few thrusts feeling my orgasm coming. I gasped and panted, holding on, afraid to lose control as Master's cock plunged in again and again, making me moan even more until finally I felt his mouth on my neck, nibbling and I couldn't hold on anymore.

"Oooh," I gasped, before my back arched and I saw stars. I felt Master still going, one, two thrusts until I suddenly felt him cumming too, flooding my pussy with hot, thick semen. My orgasm intensified, and I screamed as I felt the incredible wetness of my pussy and his cock joined by a release of pressure from my bladder. 

I caught myself, clenching back down as before the squirt could turn into a true stream of piss. Master winced, pulling out of my tight little pussy.

"Well, that was a surprise. I suppose you've been good enough to use the toilet tonight."



Please, Don't Call Me Renie



Oscar felt that his wife Irene should experience a full orgasmic experience, even if it meant with another man.

I 

"How was it, darling?" asked Oscar as he dismounted from his wife, Irene, having just had a wonderful orgasm.

"It was lovely. It's always a lovely experience for me. Why do you always ask me?

"Because you just don't seem to get as much out of it as you should." 

"I know, I know. I should shout and scream and move around more. Well, that is just not how I behave."

"But I've been with many women and they've all responded to my love-making like that. In thirteen years you haven't. Don't you wonder if you're missing something?"

"I love you. Only you. I only want to have sex with you. Sex without love is meaningless. I'm happy with the status quo. Very happy."

"Okay. But sex without a real orgasm is also meaningless, I think. I really want you to experience a real orgasm. I would love you to feel that overwhelming experience..."

"I do, darling. I'm sure I do. I just don't show it."

"Perhaps we could try making love without me wearing a condom?"

"Darling, I do not want children. And you know birth control pills make me ill. Don't even go there!"

"Well, I don't suppose it makes that much difference," mused Oscar, "I used a condom before I knew you and the women I made love to still had tremendous orgasms."

Irene laughed. "Perhaps they were faking."

"Of course they weren't!" Oscar thought quietly before he spoke again with some trepidation. "Well, if you were to have sex with someone else then you would know."

"This again? You're always suggesting this. It's so insulting." 

"I need to find out if I'm doing something wrong." He paused for a moment. "We're going on holiday in three weeks. It would be lovely if I knew that you'd experienced a real orgasm. Then during the holiday we could make sure that I was giving you real orgasms because you'd know what to expect. We could use the time to explore all types of lovemaking." He stared at her urgently.

Irene loved Oscar. She could not bear the look of worry on his face. It had been like this ever since Oscar had got it into his mind that Irene was not experiencing true orgasms. But now it seemed from the look on his face that it had finally got too much for him. She had never seen him look so concerned. She put her hands on his face.

"You really are worried. But how can I sleep with another man? It seems appalling."

"You only have to do it once. If it turns out it's me who's at fault then I will change. If it's you then we will live with it."

Irene really didn't want to. But if it would ease Oscar's worry, perhaps she could bear it just once.

"So it's really only once. You won't ask me again whatever happens?"

"No, I won't."

"You promise?"

"Yes, yes, I promise." 

She sighed. "Either you're the most wonderful husband in the world or you're really sick. I suppose I should give you the benefit of the doubt." She sat looking at him for few minutes. Then she nodded her head. "I don't understand it but okay," she sighed. "If you really think I should, I'll find a lover. But I really don't see the point." She was silent for a moment. "But where do I find one? Would any of your friends be interested?"

"Renie, don't joke."

"Please, don't call me Renie! You know very well that I don't like it. My name's Irene." 

"Okay, okay." He was agitated and in his agitation he had used the forbidden diminutive. Her mouth narrowed in irritation. 

"You want me to find a lover? Well, where from?"

"Is there anyone in your evening class, perhaps?"

Before we go any further I need to tell you about Irene and Oscar. They are both forty and live in West London in the UK. Irene is 5 ft 4 in and has long auburn hair. She is pretty rather than beautiful. She is slim but has nice curves and long legs for her height. Above all it is her warmth and tenderness and openness and honesty that make her so touchingly desirable to Oscar. But she does, in addition, have an implicit sexiness that Oscar has always sensed but has failed to encourage in her to bring out. A few months earlier he persuaded her to buy a short skirt and some high heels but she has refused to wear them. They have lain unused in her wardrobe. She dresses well but conservatively. She always wears trousers, a dull top, and flat sensible shoes to her work, as an office manager. In fact she wears trousers most of the time, so that her well crafted body is well hidden. She wears her long hair so that it falls below her shoulders - it looks attractive but not exciting. Her conservative attitude extends towards sex: she has never given Oscar blow jobs, nor does she like the idea of him going down on her. Oscar would love a blow job and he would love to go down on her, he loves the sense of intimacy that these actions imply but Irene is strictly a vanilla girl. When they met thirteen years ago Oscar had been her first man and she had insisted that he used a condom. Even though they have now been married for ten years Oscar always uses a condom; neither Irene nor Oscar had wanted children and Irene had been scared to take a chance and, as we have seen, hated taking pills. She adores sex enormously but it was enough for Oscar to penetrate her. She did not need to experience the skin of his cock to appreciate his lovemaking.

Oscar is just under 6 ft and a little overweight, but Irene loves the way he looks. He works as a software developer. He has had fantasies of his wife having sex with another man but that is mainly to find out if he is at fault in her not having real orgasms. He knows he is a good lover. Other women have told him so. Irene has told him so. But he needs to be totally sure. He is that kind of man.

They do not go out much socially, although they will go to the theatre and cinema occasionally. They never seem to be invited to parties. Irene is quite reserved. In fact this was the other reason why Oscar wanted her to have a real orgasm. He hoped it would open her out and make her more sexy, vivacious and exciting.

Now, at last, she was going to see another man and he would know. He was not without confidence but he liked certainty. He lay back in bed satisfied but perhaps with a little tremor of anxiety at the idea of his wife actually seeing another man. 

"The guys in my evening class are all losers," said Irene. "They have no sensitivity whatsoever. Alain and I were talking about it just the other night after the class finished." Alain was the French teacher who taught Irene's evening class. Irene had occasionally spoken of him in glowing terms. "We both agreed. He called them rocks. He even told me a story about one of them..." She suddenly stopped and let out a deep breath. "Alain!" She turned to stare at Oscar, her face suddenly animated. "Alain!" she said again. "I don't think he's married and he does seem to take an interest in me... I don't think he has a girlfriend either. And he's really good looking and about twelve years younger than me. Alain!" she said his name once more. She smiled and stroked Oscar's face. "Do you know, darling, it might not be too bad." She pulled his head towards her and gave him a deep kiss. 

"I think Alain's quite well to do, too. At least his family has money, I think. Just something from what he said to me once. He teaches because he enjoys meeting people. Hey, I could have a wealthy lover. Does the idea excite you?" She placed her cool fingers around his cock and gently stroked her hand up and down. His cock started to grow. "I think it does," she laughed.

While she continued to rub her hand up and down his shaft she added. "And do you know something?" She grinned at him and kissed him on the mouth. "I think I'm ready to go again."

II

When Irene returned from the next French evening class she announced to Oscar, as he prepared dinner, that she had spoken to Alain and he was keen.

"Did you tell him you were married?" asked Oscar.

"Of course I did. I was a bit nervous. After class I was just chatting about what he does with his social life. He has friends who are girls. He sees them occasionally but he has no regular girlfriend. I could see he was attracted to me so I took a deep breath and plunged in. Well, as I talked I got more and more comfortable and eventually I was able to tell him everything. I explained to him that you wanted me to have sex with him to have a real orgasm. He looked rather startled at first but then smiled this gorgeous smile and said he'd do his best. Wasn't that nice of him? I felt so much more relaxed after I talked to him. And," she added, with a rather embarrassed air, "we've arranged a date for Saturday night."

"What, this Saturday?" said Oscar, suddenly nervous that things were happening too quickly.

"No, a Saturday in three months time! Of course, this Saturday. It's funny, but when he came into the class tonight I did get a twinge of excitement. And when I was standing close to him it was more than a twinge. Even though I'm not happy about this it might be alright."

"Where are you going to go with him?"

"We haven't sorted out the details yet. He's going to call tonight as soon as he's had a chance to speak to someone."

They had just finished dinner when the phone rang. Irene ran towards it and placed the receiver against her ear.

"Hi?" she said. "Alain, it's you!" Oscar's heart dropped a little when he heard how Irene spoke to Alain. Still, it was only one date. That was all he had asked her to go on. He definitely would not suggest she do this again with Alain or anyone else, whatever happened. "Ooh, that sounds lovely. Dinner at La Mari Trompe, then dancing at La Femme Renait." She burst out laughing and looked over at Oscar. "Alain, you are so naughty. Where did you find these places? I'll meet you at the restaurant at seven. Don't worry I can find it." She put down the phone chuckling to herself.

"What's so funny?" Oscar asked.

"It's a private joke - don't worry, it's nothing personal." She smiled to herself as she walked into the kitchen. "I'll just make some coffee, darling."

When Saturday afternoon arrived Irene asked Oscar to leave her alone in the bedroom while she got herself ready.

"I need some personal time. I need to get used to the idea of going out with another man... You are sure you want me to do this?"

To be honest Oscar was getting more apprehensive now that the hour was approaching but he felt he could hardly stop her. And, anyway, he really did want Irene to experience a real orgasm. If she did he would get her to tell him what Alain did and simply copy it.

"Yes, yes I'm quite sure." Irene nodded her head and Oscar left the bedroom and went downstairs.

He sat in the sitting room watching some television talent show but could not concentrate on it. He waited until he heard Irene's steps on the stairs and then walked briskly into the hallway.

She was dressed in an elegant long fully sleeved dress and smart flat shoes. No provocative outfit for Irene. He was relieved. But as he stared at her he realised she looked really beautiful. 

"Have you done your makeup differently? And your hair? You look stunning."

"Well I am trying out some new makeup. I thought I should try and make the best of myself. I got the new idea for the hair from a magazine article. It's quite simple really. I'm pleased you like it." She glanced at herself in the tall hall mirror, patted her hair and then turned to Oscar. "My stomach's in a knot. I feel like a teenager going out on her first date. You're absolutely sure you want me to do this."

"Yes, I am," he said, albeit rather hesitantly. "Do you want me to drive you to the restaurant?"

"No, no. That doesn't seem right. I need to see this as a proper date. I don't want to feel you breathing down my neck. I certainly don't want a chaperone."

"Okay... Well, go out and enjoy yourself." He tried to find words that made him appear happier than he felt.

"Okay, then." She leaned forward to peck his cheek. "Well don't worry about me. I'll take the Tube into town. Alain said he'd bring me back... Bye darling." She opened the front door, smiled at her husband and then shut the door behind her.

Oscar returned to the sitting room and the television and stared absently at the screen. Should he follow his wife to the restaurant? No, he couldn't do that. He shouldn't interfere. Anyway what would be the point? 

After a while he went to the kitchen where he prepared and ate a meal. He then went back and sat in front of the television and waited...

He heard the phone ringing and found, with a shock, that he had been asleep. For a moment he had to recall where he was. Then he glanced at the clock - it was eleven-thirty - and snatched up the phone.

"Irene?"

"Hi, darling."

"Is everything okay?" Had it happened? His heart was thudding in his chest.

"Everything's wonderful. I had to call you and say thank you. I couldn't bear to wait any longer. After dinner Alain was impatient so we didn't go dancing we went straight back to his place. Oh, Oscar! You were right. It was such an amazing feeling. Each time we had sex the intensity grew. Every nerve in my body is tingling. You are a terrific husband. You saw there was something wrong and you wanted to fix it. I am so grateful."

"You had sex more than once?"

"Oh, yes. Three times so far."

"So far?"

"That's the other reason I rang. I really can't come back tonight. I'm sorry but I want more of this. I can't wait to see how much stronger the intensity will grow. Do you think I'll be able to bear it?

"I - I don't know."

"You seem to know so much about me, I thought you would. Oh well, I'll just have to see. Alain's just come back in so I'd better go. I'll have to find a way to thank you. You've opened a whole new world to me. No wife could have a better husband. I'll be back tomorrow, probably mid-morning. Mwah!" she blew a final kiss to him and hung up.

Oscar replaced the phone. His emotions were in a complete mess. Now he knew it was his fault that Irene had not had the experience of a real orgasm. He was decent enough to be pleased that she had finally had a real orgasm. Or rather three. So far! But he was troubled. What was Alain doing? Would he, Oscar, really be able to bring her to orgasm now? Why should it change when it had not changed for thirteen years? He wished he had thought about this properly before suggesting Irene took a lover. He went to bed troubled. For the first time in his life he was feeling less than confident. 

III

The sun was shining brightly when Oscar woke. Instinctively he stretched out his arm to Irene only to remember where she was when he felt empty space. He looked at the clock, it was nine-thirty. By the time he had bathed, dressed and had had something to eat, although he was not hungry, an hour had gone by. When was Irene coming home?

He mooched around the house, finding the odd job to do to keep him occupied. Then, at twelve o'clock, the front door opened. He ran out of the kitchen to see Irene standing in the hallway. Just as he had last seen her. Except she was not the same. Her face was animated, her eyes were sparkling. She stared at him and a big smile lit up her face as she moved towards him. 

"Oh, thank you, darling," she said as she drew his head down and kissed him hungrily on his lips. "You are the best, the most wonderful of men." Oscar felt overwhelmed by this welcome, despite his misgivings about what had happened.

"So it was good?" he asked hesitantly.

"It was more than good. Much, much more."

"And he didn't mind that you wouldn't be seeing him again?" Oscar asked anxiously.

Irene laughed. "Oh no don't worry, darling, I will be seeing him again. I know you said I wouldn't have to do it more than once. But as I love it and I know you want me to experience real orgasms and as Alain can give them to me I will see him again. And he's keen too!"

This was not what Oscar wanted but what could he say now? He had started this. "So when are you going to see him again?"

"Right away, actually. I really came back here to change. He wants to take me to a party this afternoon and I wasn't dressed properly. It's a barbecue party. I thought to myself, I've no clothes to wear to such a party. But then I remembered the short skirt and heels you insisted I buy six months ago. We're in a bit of a rush so I'm just going to change and then I'll be off." She ran upstairs leaving Oscar gaping after her open-mouthed.

He followed her upstairs and into the bedroom. She had taken off her dress and underwear and was looking at her pussy. "It does look a bit red, doesn't it?" she said without looking up. "Do you think it'll be okay? Come over here and have a good look." Oscar moved towards her and peered down. "Get on your knees and have a good look, darling. You should see what my well-fucked pussy looks like." Oscar knelt down and peered closely. The smell of sex coming from her pussy was strong. And her pussy lips looked redder than he had ever seen them.

"Did you use a condom?" asked Oscar anxiously.

"Actually, I forgot the condoms."

"Oh." Oscar looked shaken.

"But Alain had some."

"Oh!" Oscar was relieved.

"We used a condom the first time we made love. But after I saw his cock fully hard and enlarged I thought it seemed criminal to put anything on it."

"But we've always used condoms."

"I know darling, I know. And Alain was insistent at first. He wanted to continue to use a condom. You could take a leaf out of his book! But, after seeing how magnificent his cock was, I persuaded him that I wanted him bare-back. I think that's what Alain called it. Is that the right word?"

"Er... Yes," Oscar mumbled. "But you've always insisted on condoms."

"Yes, my darling, for you. For your cock. And remember, you were the only man I had ever been with before Alain. I really didn't want to get pregnant. But when I saw Alain's cock I just couldn't cover it with anything. It was so huge, luscious and delicious. Frankly I didn't care if I got pregnant. I just had to feel his cock inside me in its natural state, as it were. I know you must be upset. I can see you are. But, trust me, it was the right decision.

"It was?" said Oscar quite distressed.

"Oh, yes! When he came in me and I could feel his lovely sperm spurting into me I got the most wonderful orgasm. Just like you said I would."

"So he came in you? He didn't pull out?"

"Oh, he tried!" Irene laughed gaily. "He felt it wasn't right. But once I felt his cock pushing right up hard against my cervix I locked my legs around him and asked him to come in me hard. And then we did it another three or four times. It was so good. And we did it twice this morning too, before we left his flat." She giggled. "That meant I didn't have time to wash. You can probably smell the sex, can't you?" She pushed her pussy forward so it pressed against his nose. The smell of sex was even more overwhelming. 

Despite everything. Despite his misgivings and his anxiety Oscar suddenly felt incredibly horny. "Could I lick your pussy? It might ease the soreness?" he asked despairingly but hopefully.

"Oh, darling, you know I don't like that kind of thing. At least not from you. And I don't have time at the moment. But maybe later," she added as an afterthought. "Could you get me my panties, dress and shoes? I just need to touch up my makeup." He stood up and retrieved the clothes from the wardrobe and laid them on the bed. Having perfected her makeup she quickly threw on the panties and dress and slipped her feet into her shoes, leaving her legs bare. 

"Does this look okay?" she asked. But Oscar could not speak. He was in awe at the result. The skirt of the white dress rode some six inches above her knees and the high heels made her long legs look even more slender and inviting. He simply nodded his head. "Well, at last you got to see me in this outfit. So something good for you has come out of this." She took his hand and led him down the stairs. At the bottom she continued to hold his hand. "I suppose this must be difficult for you." She gave his hand a squeeze and kissed it. "But you've done a wonderful thing. Just remember that. We'll have more time to talk about it when I get back."




Please, Don't Call Me Renie



"When will that be? I'm beginning to feel lonely."

"Of course you are. I will definitely be back tonight." She kissed him hard on the lips. "Oh dear, you're looking so dejected. Okay, you can give my pussy a quick lick." She pulled up her dress and pulled down and stepped out of her panties. "Come on darling. I haven't got long." He dropped onto his knees and thrust his face against Irene's pussy and licked it gently. This was not what he really wanted but he knew it was all he was going to get at this moment. Irene shuddered with pleasure. Oscar could taste the mixture of his wife's juices and Alain's sperm.

"That really feels nice. I can't imagine why I've objected to this before. It was lovely when Alain did it too. But what's really moving now is that you're cleaning up my juices from my lovemaking with Alain. To have my dear, sweet husband on his knees cleaning me before I go off to a party with my lover is so touching." She rubbed his head and he heard her sigh and thought he heard her sob a little too. "Oh! This is such a turn on... You're a real tease, darling. I wonder if there's time for a quickie before the party?"

She stepped back from him and dropped the hem of her dress. Oscar rose from the floor hopeful and excited at her words. Looking at his face Irene shook her head.

"With Alain, darling. Not with you." She opened the front door.

"Your panties!" Oscar dejectedly bent down and picked them up from the floor.

"You know, it's such a warm day I think I'll leave them off. I don't need them, especially if I'm going to get a quickie from Alain. You can have them to jerk off to, if you want." She smiled encouragingly at him. "I'll see you later, darling." And with that she closed the front door behind her. 

Oscar ran to the sitting room window and watched her walk down the path, admiring the ease and grace with which she managed the high heels. She climbed into a car parked at the kerb. Of course! Alain had been waiting for her. If he had thought he could have gone out and taken a look at him. He noticed that the car was a smart, red, sports coupe and smiled to himself bitterly. The windows were tinted and he could not see what was happening inside. He put her panties to his nose and breathed deeply while he waited. It was ten minutes before the car left.

IV

It was a long Sunday. That the sun was shining did not help him enjoy it any the more. He could only think about Irene, dressed in her short dress and high heels, walking down the path and climbing into another man's car. And then presumably fucking him in the car outside their house. Okay, it was his fault. It was all his fault. But that did not make the pain any less. She would be enjoying herself at some party now. He was obsessed with how she had looked and imagined her moving from man to man, enjoying the effect she had on them. He knew that was not how Irene would behave but he had manufactured a behavior that fitted in with his fantasy.

It was nine before Irene returned. Oscar had been listening for the sound of a car but Irene had opened the front door quietly and was suddenly standing in front of his seat in the sitting room. "Hullo darling. The party just seemed to go and on." She threw herself down next to him on the couch and kicked off her shoes. "Alain wanted me to come back with him but I said no. Absolutely not. Tonight I want to be with my husband. So here I am. Pleased to see me?" She reached over and rubbed his cock through his trousers. "I can't wait to see how much. I do hope you haven't jerked off."

He leaned over to kiss her and she responded warmly. "You are pleased to see me," she said, touching his hardening cock. "Let's get upstairs." She stood up, grabbed his arm and pulled him up. "I want you," she said.

In the bedroom they stripped off quickly but before they began anything Oscar had to ask her. "What was it like having sex with Alain?"

"I've already told you. It was wonderful. I had real orgasms, just like you wanted me to have."

"Was his cock really bigger than mine?"

Irene pursed her lips. "Darling, I'm sure you don't want me to lie, so I'm going to tell you the truth. He gave me an orgasm, a really big orgasm, so what do you think? His cock was at least twice yours in length and probably half again as thick. Moreover, he knew how to use it. He is French, after all!" Oscar looked totally put out. "I'm sorry. That's how it is. But it needn't spoil our lovemaking. I know what you have. It's suited me for ten years."

"Will it still suit you, though."

"Of course, it will. Stop talking and let's make love."

They rolled around together on the bed but somehow the presence of Alain was there. It was putting him off. He felt he was in competition with Alain and that was making him nervous. Irene was fingering his cock and rubbing it slowly but it was not responding even as it used to. Irene made a face.

"Darling I love you but you really have to do better than that. That's smaller than you normally are. Is that really the best you can do for me? I'm so sorry but I don't think I'm even going to feel you inside me now. You know how big Alain was." She rubbed his cock and it responded but only a little. "I don't suppose I helped much talking about Alain but I have to tell it like it is, don't I? You wouldn't want me to lie. It's such a shame. By giving me something wonderful you seem to have lost something yourself." She smiled at him sadly. "I said I would never forget what you've done for me." She spoke to him softly. "So you can go down on me if you like."

"I did that this afternoon... Perhaps if you gave me a blow job..."

"Oh darling, I would like to, I really would like to." Irene became thoughtful. "I gave Alain a blow job. He had such a wonderful cock I felt honoured to give him a blow job."

"You gave Alain a blow job when you've never given one to me?" Oscar looked upset.

Irene looked momentarily embarrassed. "Well, actually, I think it was three blow jobs. Or was it four? His cock was so long and thick it felt wonderful in my mouth. And when he blew his load his sperm just slipped so easily down my throat. It was delicious. I'm really sorry. Oh dear, you look so upset, I really would like to give you a blow job but I would feel embarrassed. Really, I would feel silly. Your cock is so small I think I might even nip it off with my teeth by mistake. Why don't you go down on me instead? I know you'll enjoy that. And don't worry I've cleaned up since Alain and I made love earlier this evening." She encouraged Oscar by pushing on his shoulders.

"You made love to him this evening?"

"Well... we had that quickie before the party and then while we were dancing he just couldn't keep his hands off me. We had to find a room in his friend's house. Anyway, Alain isn't important now. Don't talk so much. Please, just go down on me."

Resignedly Oscar descended, automatically kissing her body until he reached her pussy. As he stretched out and applied his mouth to her womanhood and his tongue to her pussy lips, she suddenly clamped her thighs to the sides of his head and then with her hands pushed his head forward forcing his tongue ever further into her.

Oscar was startled. Was this Irene? Was this the wife who liked straightforward sex? He began to lick her enthusiastically. At least he was not being denied all forms of intimacy. 

When Irene came he heard her cry out and she banged his head repeatedly and hard against her pussy. At least I've given her a real orgasm, he thought, through the pain. As he rose up she stared hard at him with some concern.

"Oh, dear," she said. "I think I've bruised your mouth. Let me kiss you." She kissed him tenderly and then he settled down beside her in a spoon position, his front to her back. 

"Did I give you an orgasm?" 

"It was lovely. Cuddle me, darling. I want to feel you really close to me tonight." He pressed against her, never enjoying the touch of her flesh as much as he did at that moment. He heard her breathing softly after a few minutes and thought her asleep.

"Oscar?" She was still awake he realised. "Alain has asked me to spend a couple of days with him this week. Or rather, a couple of nights. Would you mind? I thought if I go on Monday and Tuesday it will get it out of the way quickly as far as you're concerned. You'd only be worrying about it if it was later in the week."

Oscar's heart thumped against his chest. "Oscar? You did say you wanted me to experience real orgasms... Are you okay with that?"

"Just Monday and Tuesday?" Oscar said an anxiously. Irene turned over to face him.

"Did you want me to stay longer?" Oscar was so surprised that he found his throat choked and he could not speak. "Oh, Oscar thank you. I was hoping you'd understand. I know it's difficult for you to speak about this. You are so generous!" Oscar was trying to speak but his throat was dry and no words came out. No, no, he wanted to say, two days are too many. "I know you want me to fully experience and enjoy real orgasms. And as many of them as I can get. Well, I shan't stay longer than a week. Oh, thank you, darling. Thank you, thank you." She covered his face with kisses and it was impossible for him to speak. By the time she had finished kissing him the moment had passed. She was smiling at him so warmly and so gratefully he could not say anything.

"I wish I could show you how grateful I am. It's such a shame you can't fuck me properly. It such a shame you couldn't hear me screaming when Alain fucked me. I think he was worried the neighbours were going to call the police! If you could have heard how much I was enjoying Alain's cock you would know how grateful I am. I'll try and think of something for next week, when I come back, so you'll understand. Now let's go to sleep." She stroked his face and then turned to put her back to him. Within a few minutes she was fast asleep. Oscar lay awake for along time trying to figure out what, if anything, he could do.

V

On Monday morning Irene packed a bag for her week away. "Now, darling, I want you to know I won't let you down. I'll do my best to enjoy Alain's cock as much as possible. I'll make sure he fucks the living daylights out of me. At least you'll know my desertion of you will be worthwhile. Take good care of yourself and I'll see you next Monday night."

"You won't be back at he weekend?"

"On Friday Alain wants to take me to see this French singer. And then there's another party on Saturday."

"Another one? And on Sunday?"

"I'd just like to relax on Sunday," she sighed. "Alain and I can lie in bed and read the papers and take it easy. Like we did yesterday." Irene looked closely at Oscar. "Darling, I know you're sad but just remember the wonderful thing you're doing for your wife. Promise me you'll think about me being well and truly fucked by Alain?"

"Yes, yes," he sighed. She kissed him fondly and left.

VI

The week passed slowly. He had the occasional call from Irene, mainly to let him know that she was alright and to assure him that she was enjoying herself. He took himself off to bars on one or two nights, thinking that he might pick up a girl but his heart wasn't in it. Besides, it would not have been fair. Irene's desertion of him was down to him. He had persuaded her to start an affair. She was hardly betraying him.

He had almost forgotten what Irene looked like by the following Monday evening. Oscar reached home a little earlier than usual to prepare a nice dinner. He even laid the dining room table with candles and serviettes to make it special. He had to wait anxiously until seven before Irene appeared. 

When the front door finally opened and she entered, for a moment he did not recognise her. She was wearing a dress, rather than trousers, and it was just a bit shorter than he would have expected and beautifully cut. She was wearing shoes considerably higher than the flats she usually preferred. She had evidently been shopping during the past week. Her long hair was piled on her head in a fashionable French twist. She stood more erect, more certain of her position in the world. She positively glowed with self-confidence and inner satisfaction. Despite the welcoming smile she gave him Oscar felt a little intimidated. He ran forward to kiss her.

"It's been fun with Alain but I've missed you," Irene said. She nodded towards the dining room table. "You've been busy."

"I wanted to show you how much I've missed you."

"You are so sweet. Okay let's eat."

Irene was silent until they had finished eating then she looked purposefully at Oscar.

"Well?" she said, "are you ready for your treat? I've been dying to try this with you."

"Try what?"

"I'm going to make it up to you, for everything you've done for me. Tonight is your treat. That was a lovely meal. But let's have coffee before we talk about treats." 

Oscar went into the kitchen, made two coffees and returned to the dining room with them. Irene sipped her coffee staring at Oscar.

"So you had a good week?" asked Oscar.

"Of course. I knew I would if I stayed with Alain. It was a week full of real orgasms. You should be very pleased with me. I'm sad that you still don't know what's like for me. But I'm hoping after tonight you will know."

Oscar was mystified but Irene refused to say anything more until they were in the bedroom.

"We'll take off all our clothes first," said Irene as she started to strip. Oscar followed her and very quickly they were both naked. 

"Now, lie down on the bed," said Irene. While Oscar did so Irene busied herself finding something in her suitcase. She then advanced on Oscar, holding four pieces of rope.

"I'm afraid I need to tie you to the bed for this," said Irene. Oscar did not know whether to be worried or excited.

"Why? I thought this was going to be a treat. What kind of treat do I have to be tied up for?"

"The treat is that you're going to find out what it's like to give me a real orgasm. Now, don't make a fuss, darling. Don't you trust me?"

"I suppose so," said Oscar warily. He stayed in position while Irene trussed his arms and legs to the bed. "My," exclaimed Irene, "you do like this. Your cock's just got bigger. It's almost back to the size it normally is. But it still isn't big enough." She went back to her suitcase, found something and brought it back. "This is what we need." And produced a dildo at least nine inches long and an inch and half in diameter. Oscar's eyes opened in horror. Irene was surprised at his response and then burst out laughing.

"It's not going in you, silly. It's going in me. This is about the size and girth of Alain's cock. What happens is this. You hold the dildo in your mouth and I ride up and down on it. So it emulates my lovemaking with Alain. It's quite simple really. You see these two straps here?" She held up two leather straps attached to the dildo. "Well, they go around your head and hold the dildo in your mouth. I will need to tie it quite tight to make sure it doesn't move around. So open your mouth and I'll pop the dildo in."

"I'm not sure I want to," said Oscar.

"It's quite safe. It was given to me by a girl at work who's uses one like it with her boyfriend. She swears by it. Come on, darling. Don't you want to give me an orgasm like Alain does?" She smiled encouragingly at Oscar.

"Okay," agreed Oscar licking his lips nervously. He opened his mouth and she slipped the dildo in. Then she secured it tightly with the leather straps. Oscar groaned.

"I said don't make a fuss, it has to be tight" said Irene. "You've got such lovely, wide, sensual mouth I knew this dildo would be perfect for it. Now I'll just put some grease on it." She picked up a tube lying on the bedside table and smeared some jelly over the dildo. "And now I just lower myself onto it." Facing her husband, she lifted her pussy up, settled it over the dildo and then sunk down. She gasped in delight. "It's wonderful. Not quite as good as Alain but pretty good." Then holding onto the bedstead she started to raise and lower herself. As she did so she began to pant. "This is good, darling, really good. Are you enjoying it?"

Oscar could not answer or even move his head of course. He loved the feeling of Irene's thighs pressing against either side of his head as she rode up and down. But the dildo pressing down on his lips was quite uncomfortable. Then with his tongue he found that the bottom of the dildo was starting to project into his mouth. He realised that every time Irene came down the bottom of the dildo came further and further into his mouth. Irene was getting increasingly excited and was speeding up in her movements. The bottom of the dildo was getting close to his throat. Did she not know what was happening? He tried to make a noise but Irene did not hear anything in her excitement. He started to thrash around, trying to throw her off but Irene misinterpreted his movements.

"That's it darling, try to match my movements. How did you think of that? It's brilliant." She started to cry out loudly with pleasure while Oscar in increasing panic thrashed ever more vigorously. The dildo was beginning to press into his throat. He was going mad with the pain. He saw lights flashing in front of his eyes. Suddenly Irene screamed loudly and collapsed on top of him. But the dildo was still pressed against his throat. He struggled as hard as he could to get Irene off him.

"Darling, I've come. There's no need to carry on with the thrashing." But Oscar's movements got more and more desperate and Irene suddenly realised there was something wrong. She lifted herself up off Oscar's head, and still sitting astride his body quickly undid the straps. As she removed the dildo she gasped in amazement at the reverse dildo that had been stuck in Oscar's throat.

"Oh, my poor darling. I'm so sorry I had no idea... But your thrashing turned what would have been an ordinary great orgasm into a mind-blowing experience. What you had to suffer for it, though." She bent down and kissed him deeply. "That little bitch, Olivia. The girl who gave me the dildo. She must have known how it works but she didn't tell me. She just said it's guaranteed to give the best orgasm ever from a dildo. I've never used a dildo before but it was a wonderful orgasm. But at what a cost to you! How are you feeling?" Oscar mouthed something and pointed to his throat. "You can't speak? Of course you can't. While we give your throat a chance to rest I can tell you that my orgasm was almost as good as Alain gives me. In some respects it was even better because you, my loving husband, was giving it to me. Now you can begin to see why I'm so indebted to you. I never had orgasms like this before you insisted I find myself a lover. And now, you yourself have given me a tremendous orgasm." She pushed the lower part of the dildo upwards so that it disappeared into the upper part. "How are you feeling. Is your throat getting better?"

"A bit," croaked Oscar.

"How funny you sound," said Irene. "If your throat is getting better are you ready to have another go?"

Oscar's eyes bulged. He shook his head vigorously. "No, no. I can't do it again."

"But I'm trying to make you understand what you've done for me. I told you when I was with Alain that each time I had an orgasm it got better and better. I want you to see it for yourself. I want you to feel it through me, just as Alain did. So you'll understand the depth of my gratitude."

"I understand already," gasped Oscar.

"You can't really. When you were thrashing about the effect was so similar to fucking Alain it was unbelievable. I can see why my friend thought this dildo would be good for us to use." She examined the dildo closely. "Oh, look! There's a clip here to stop the bottom of the dildo going into you."

"Oh great," said Oscar relieved.

Irene chewed her lip thoughtfully. "But if I put this this clip in place you wouldn't thrash around and I wouldn't get such a good orgasm and you wouldn't understand what Alain does for me and correspondingly just how much I owe you. I do so want you to understand how grateful I am. Could we do it the same way again, please?" She gazed earnestly at Oscar. "You wanted me to experience real orgasms. I can now experience real orgasms with you. Not quite as good as with Alain, it's true, but pretty good. I do so want to see if repeating it will increase the intensity. Wouldn't you like to know? Wouldn't you like to satisfy your wife to the best of your ability?" She was still sitting astride Oscar's body so she lowered her head and kissed him passionately on the mouth. She lifted up her head. "Please, darling?"




Please, Don't Call Me Renie



It was always difficult for Oscar to refuse his wife anything. In her current position, with her face looking down at him beseechingly and her thighs pressed caressingly against his head, he succumbed. "Okay, but if it gets too much I'll blink my eyes fast. Will you keep a look out and stop?" He was still unhappy about it.

"Yes, I will," she said, hurriedly strapping the dildo back on to Oscar's face before he could change his mind. "You really are a sweetie."

She lowered herself once more onto the dildo and was soon riding her husband's mouth with increasing passion. Oscar was shocked at her language. She was screaming louder than ever and coming down even harder onto his mouth. Soon the dildo was once more pressing into his throat. He blinked his eyes fast. Irene ignored him. He began to thrash around, even more violently than before. But Irene was in the throws of a great orgasm and had her eyes closed. She had forgotten all about Oscar, she could feel only the dildo pushing into her with each of his violent thrashes. Once again lights flashed in front of his eyes. He was suffocating. In the distance he heard a huge guttural cry and then suddenly the dildo was out of his mouth and Irene was leaning over him covering his face in kisses.

"Darling, I'm so sorry," she said between kisses. "I knew you were suffering but I was having such a wonderful orgasm. And the thought that you were suffering so that I could have a wonderful orgasm was such a turn on. Alain would never do such a thing for me. I do love you." She continued to smother Oscar with kisses.

"I really would like to come inside you now," gasped Oscar softly. He found it difficult to speak.

"Of course, darling," said Irene as she rolled over. "And you don't even have to wear a condom," she added. Oscar perched on top of her and slid his cock into her pussy. It was hot and moist. It felt delicious. He started to push in and out. It was so long since he had fucked her. He felt he was going to come quite soon.

"I can't feel you," said Irene suddenly.

"I can feel you," said Oscar. "It's wonderful," he added, continuing to thrust.

"But I can't feel you at all. Let me see how big you are." Oscar moaned in frustration as he pulled out and showed Irene his cock. It was quite a good size for him but Irene shook her head.

"I'm sorry, darling. I do love you and I want to respond to your love-making but I can't with that. Frankly, that really is a bit of insult. If that's the biggest you can get after all our lovemaking then I think it shows extreme disrespect to your wife. I can't let you carry on. I'm so sorry. You can use your mouth if you like. In fact I would rather like you to. Yes, you can make up for your lack of size with some good oral and that will also soothe my pussy after the great workout I've just had on your mouth."

Oscar protested. Oscar pleaded. But Irene was adamant. He had to lie between her legs and lick her softly and continuously for forty-five minutes. By the time he was finished he was exhausted. And he still had a raging hard-on. Unfortunately, it was one just not big enough to meet Irene's new requirements. 

But Irene was satisfied. She rubbed his head affectionately as he lay between her legs. "It's amazing how useful your gorgeous mouth is. It feels just wonderful against my pussy. Hmm... Do you know, I'd really like you to stay in that position all night. It would be so lovely to fall asleep feeling your mouth pressed tight against my pussy and to wake up in the morning with you in exactly the same position. Please don't move at all, darling. Stay perfectly still. I don't want your mouth to slip from this delightful position. Is that okay?"

Oscar was not in a position to answer as his mouth was jammed hard against Irene's pussy. Irene took his silence for assent and with her thighs pressed firmly against Oscar's head and his mouth pressed firmly against her pussy she drifted off into a sweet and peaceful sleep. Oscar, by contrast, had a rather more restless night.

VI

On Tuesday morning Oscar's cock was still not up to the job, according to Irene, but he demurred from using the dildo again, especially as Irene refused to put on the clip that stopped the bottom of the dildo descending into his throat. ("It's just so wonderful when you thrash hopelessly about," she explained, "I can't do without it now.") So Irene, now desperate for some good cock, departed for Alain's place. ("I'll be back at the weekend.")

Oscar missed her increasingly during the week and by the time she called him on Friday morning at work he was aching for any contact with her. They were due to be going on holiday the following week and he was even willing to use the dildo again while they were away..

"That is so sweet of you darling," said Irene, "I really appreciate it, knowing how uncomfortable it is for you. If only I'd known earlier how you feel. But Alain wants to take me on holiday and I've promised to go with him now. If I'm on holiday for three weeks I'm going to need some good fucking and I didn't think you'd be up to it."

Oscar was devastated. "But we've already arranged the holiday! You can't do this. You can't go on holiday with someone else for three weeks."

"Oh dear, this is so difficult! I know how you must feel, my darling. I'm so sorry but you'll have to go on holiday without me. And I'm afraid I'm not going for three weeks I'm going for six. Alain's family has a villa on St Monique in the Caribbean and he tells me it's just not worth going all the way there for three weeks. I've taken three weeks extra unpaid leave from work. We're not busy at the moment so they've been very understanding. Especially when I explained the situation."

"What do you mean, the situation?"

"Well, about Alain being my new lover and wanting to use the time to get to know him. Anna, who owns the company, understood completely. Last year she left her husband at home and went on a round the world cruise with her lover. Her husband didn't like it at all. But at least you understand why I'm doing it."

"So you're leaving me for six weeks?" complained Oscar.

"Well... It might be a bit longer... Anna told me I could link in to the company over the Internet if I wanted to prolong my stay. In fact she encouraged me to do that. That's really nice of her, isn't it?"

"I can't believe you're doing this." Oscar felt depressed.

"But Alan's cock... You must understand, darling, it's six weeks or more with Alan's cock plunging into me three or four times a day. It's a no-brainer. I know you'll be upset. Frankly, I hope you'll be upset. Otherwise I wouldn't think that you loved me."

Oscar did feel upset. It showed in his voice. "Are you leaving me?" His voice was hollow.

"Don't be silly. And don't be so melodramatic. I'm just going on holiday. Just remember I love you. And, because of what you've done for me, more now than I've ever done in my life."

Oscar had never felt so miserable. "Will you at least call me while you're away?"

"I'm not sure what communications are like on the island but I will definitely do my best. I promise you. Bye, darling."

"Bye." Oscar put the phone down sadly and not for the first time bitterly regretted persuading Irene to take a lover.

VII

After a very brief phone call to tell Oscar that she had arrived safely, Oscar was disappointed, worried and heart-broken that he received no phone calls from Irene. After two weeks he was going to call her office to see if they had heard from her when he was saved from that embarrassment by the arrival of a postcard from her. She said she was having a wonderful time and would probably be away at least two months in all and that he was not to worry. She loved him more than ever. She would show him just how much when she returned. At least a third of the card was filled with kisses. He could not doubt her love for him but he was not at all sure what her love meant.

He had tried calling her mobile phone and had left messages but two months later he had had no further communication from her so he phoned her office.

When he asked after her they were surprised and explained that she was not in that day but would be in tomorrow. They told him that she had returned from holiday two weeks ago. He was shaken. Why had she not been in touch? He then realised for the first time that he had no idea where Alain lived. He assumed she was staying with him. She did not answer her mobile so there was no way he could get in touch with her. He decided he would wait for her after work the following day.

He sat in the coffee bar opposite her office and at five-thirty kept his eyes peeled on the women coming out of the doors. Then he spotted Irene, although she was dressed so glamorously he was not sure at first it was her. Her long newly tanned legs stretched invitingly out of a short sleeveless dress which also exposed her beautifully tanned arms and shoulders. Her feet were thrust into a pair of high heeled sandals. Her auburn hair shone in the sun. She looked so beautiful. She positively gleamed with hauteur and self-assurance. He could not believe he was married to such a stunning woman. He darted out of his seat and ran over the road. He was so daunted by her beauty he did not see and was almost knocked down by a sports car drawing up.

"You crazy dumb fuck," the driver shouted at him. Irene approaching the car turned and saw Oscar. Her face lit up with a huge smile.

"Oscar, darling, how lovely to see you." She turned to the car driver. "Alain, don't speak to my husband like that." She turned back to Oscar, put her arms around him and gave him a full warm, wet kiss on the lips. "I've had such a wonderful holiday, darling, and I do so want to tell you all about it."

"But you've been back for two weeks and you haven't even given me a call."

"Oh, darling I can see you're upset. I'm so sorry, but things have been crazy at work since I got back and, as Alan's place is closer to the office, it was easier to stay with him."

"But you could at least have called me."

"You're right, I could. But I didn't want to call until I knew I had time to see you. And, as I said, I've been so busy at work. And Alain's been keeping me busy in the evenings and weekends. There's so much socialising I have to do with that guy." She turned to Alain. "You are so demanding!"

Alain got out of the car and walked round to the passenger door. He smiled at Oscar. "Sorry for those words, old boy." he said. Oscar could see Irene smiling.

Irene turned back to Oscar. "Don't you just love that French accent? Anway, we must get together soon. I got hold of a new type of dildo while I was in St Monique and I'm dying to try it out with you. You'll be amazed at what it does."

"Renie, do come on or we'll be late." Alain was holding the car door open for her.

"Okay, Alain. Just a moment."

She turned back to Oscar. "There's something about the way Alain uses that name that gets me all wet." She leant closer to him and whispered in his ear. "The first time he used it I actually came in my panties!" She stood back and grinned at Oscar.

Oscar was dumbstruck. "But you've always hated it when I used that name. Really hated it!"

She touched Oscar's face fondly and sighed. "Yes, when you used it. But not when Alain uses it... Feel for yourself." So saying, she took Oscar's hand, drew it underneath her dress and pressed it against her panties. They were indeed soaking. "See? It's such a shame, but you're not Alain, are you?" Irene climbed into the sports car. "I'll call you very soon, darling," she said. "That's a promise."

Alain closed the door and went round to sit in the driver's seat. With an impressive roar the car took off. Irene blew Oscar a kiss and waved as she disappeared down the road.



Please Don't Cry



This is just a little something off of the top of my head is all. Read and enjoy and please No flames!

*

Helen sat in Nate's room crying silently. Nate shook his head his hand gripping the box cutter that Helen was going to use on herself if Nate didn't walk in, in time. Nate started pacing the room in frustration. Helen was put in the hospital before for hurting herself and she was going to do it again. Nate ran a hand through his green streak hair sighing angrily.

He took a breath, "I'm only going to ask once...what the fuck Helen!"

Helen winced as if she was hit crying harder. She wiped her cheek, but it didn't help her tears kept coming. Nate shook his head trying to keep his anger in, "If I didn't walk in...if I didn't get to my phone in time...what would've happened? Would you have killed yourself?"

Helen shook slightly wiping her face, "I don't know...m-maybe..."

Nate threw the box cutter down, "MAYBE FUCKIN MAYBE! Helen..." he took a breath, "What's wrong? Why did you do it? Why were you going to do it?"

Helen started crying harder she didn't know if she had the courage tell him. Nate has always been her friend ever since they were kids. He's always watched over her and now with her being 23 and Nate being 25 it still has been the same since they were kids.

"I-I-I can't tell you..." she whispered.

Nate kneeled down in front of her moving her black hair out of her face, "Why not?"

"Because you'll freak out or hate me if I tell you." Helen said quietly.

"Helen...I can never hate you...when have I ever hated you...have I ever shown that I can hate you..." Nate said softly.

Helen shook her head, "N-no..."

"Then tell me...why..." Nate said tipping her head up so she would look in his eyes. More tears leaked out of Helen's eyes, "It's because I know how my family has been making a big deal about us...how it's been stressing you out and..."

"Let me guess you thought if you weren't around things would be ok?" Nate asked.

Helen nodded, "I don't want to be the source of your stress. I know my parents have been making a fuss that...um..."

"Oh they've been playing the race card again...haven't they?" Nate asked.

Helen nodded, "Yes...and it's been too much for me lately. I can't seem to handle it anymore like I used to. The thought of losing you over this is too much for me. I don't want to ever lose you or stop being friends with you at all, but my family keeps playing the race card with me. It's so hard."

Nate hugged her pulling her into his arms gently. Helen fell against his chest crying softly again, "I-I don't care about race...I don't care if you're white I love you for you, but I'm tired of them harping on me about it."

Nate ran his fingers through her hair gently, "I know my family didn't take it well when I told them I was dating a black girl. I don't understand, the race card didn't matter when we were children you know?"

Helen nodded, "I know that's why I wonder why it matters so much now? I got so fed up so tired of hearing them talk that...I thought that...if I was gone...then you wouldn't have to go through so much shit anymore..."

Nate chuckled softly, "You don't get it do you...it's like last time you still don't understand do you?"

Helen looked up at him her tears going down her face slowly. Nate wiped them away with his finger running his thumb across her lower lip slowly, "You don't get...that if you leave...you'll be leaving me all alone. I can't have you leave me...you can't leave me all alone in this world Helen...I won't let you..."

Helen's eyes widened as she looked at Nate. The same guy who taught her how to climb a tree when she was eight, who kept the bullies at bay when she was 12, and who kept jerks away from her when she was 16 basically told her...

She looked at his eyes for any humor in them gasping slightly when she didn't see any. She bit her lip, "You mean...even with your friends...the band...your family...if I left you would be alone?"

Nate nodded, "Yes...I would be...you don't understand how much you mean to me. The last time you did this and ended up in the hospital I fell apart. The reason why I yelled at you is because I didn't know what I would do without you. I don't like when you hurt yourself because of your family. I don't like when your purge or when you starve yourself because you're too stressed. I really don't like when you cut yourself..." He pulled up her arm pushing her sleeve back seeing the cut she made along her wrist. It wasn't too deep, but it was bleeding slightly. He licked the blood slowly as Helen gasped feeling strangely turned on. Nate could feel himself harden, but before he let that side of him take over he had to tell Helen how he feels and been feeling for a long time now.

He smiled when he was done, "Don't worry I know you don't have anything. It's ok, but Helen I mean it...I don't like it...I don't care about the race card...I love you for you and that's all that matters..."

Helen smiled hugging Nate, "I love you too Nate I really do..."

Nate hugged her back taking in her scent, "Nice perfume..."

"It's actually lotion," Helen said smiling sheepishly.

"Oh well good lotion then. It smells nice..." Nate said.

Helen smiled, "Thank you,"

"No problem...Helen...I really wish you didn't do this. Why is it so hard for you to believe me when I say I love you?" Nate asked hurt evident in his eyes.

Helen sniffed, "It's just...we've been friends for so long...that I'm afraid that the deeper we fall...the harder it'll be if something happens and we end up breaking off this relationship and stop being friends."

Nate rubbed her back gently, "Helen...just because we're together now doesn't mean we'll ever stop being friends."

"Really it doesn't?" Helen said. 

"No...Helen I have a confession...I've been in love with you for a long time now ever since we were teenagers probably even longer than that. After my failed relationship with Miranda my eyes opened up to what's been in front of me my whole life. You've been with me since I was 6 I believe. We grew up together you've been with me when I was a struggling guitarist and now to the guitarist I am today. You've been with band too and we basically have been one big happy family. You were with me more than Miranda and the other girls I've dated. It took that relationship and tough love from my brother to show me that the girl I've wanted has always been here all along. I love you Helen I always had always will...until my heart stops beating..." Nate said taking her hand placing it over his chest.

Helen gasped softly, "You mean...you've loved me for a long time? Wow...I...have a confession too. After my failed relationship with Marc it helped me see the guy I've wanted along. Not a nice guy with empty promises, but a guy who makes me feel number one. Who lets me be myself...who doesn't say the things I like or write about is stupid. A guy that lets me be me no matter how ghetto or stupid I act sometimes," she laughed as Nate chuckled.

"But I know now...that no matter how scared I am about what the future holds...I know I want to see it with you..." Helen said gripping his hand.

"Does that mean..." Nate said feeling like his heart was caught in his throat.

Helen nodded, "Yes I want to continue this relationship with you regardless of what my family says. I want to be with you...I love you Nate...I always had and will until my heart stops beating on it's own..."

Nate smiled, "Does that mean..."

"Yes...I won't try to hurt myself anymore. If I'm feeling too much I'll tell you and you can help me through it. I didn't realize how much I would be leaving behind if I left." Helen said.

Nate rubbed her cheek softly, "No you didn't..."

Helen smiled leaning into the touch, "Nate..."

Nate took a breath slowly, "Helen..."

Helen smiled, "Nate...this time...hold nothing back..."

Nate swallowed, "Y-You mean..."

Helen giggled wrapping her arms around his neck she leaned towards his ear, "Yes...I know you held a lot back because of me last time..."

"That was because it was your first time..." Nate said.

"I know, but this time, don't...you know I'm a bad girl...and this time I want to be fucked like one..." Helen said softly grinding her hips against Nate's.

Nate moaned softly hearing Helen say that made him hard almost instantly it seems. He grinded back against her, "Are you sure..."

Helen moaned placing Nate's hand on her breast, "Yes Nate...I'm sure...fuck me...like the bad girl I am..." she leaned towards his ear, "Make me scream..." she whispered.

Nate shivered, his resolve breaking, "Fuck..." he kissed her roughly his hands caressing her everywhere as she moaned. He pushed her on her back as he pushed his tongue through her lips mapping out her mouth as she gripped his back.

"Yes...fuck...Nate, make me yours..." Helen moaned hearing Nate groan above her. 

"You know you're playing with fire right," Nate said his hand sliding in between her thighs. Helen smiled, "I know, but I like playing...you know that..."

Nate groaned nipping her neck feeling Helen shudder under him, "Fuck...you're so hot Helen..."

"I am?" Helen asked mischief and lust playing in her eyes.

Nate nodded placing kissing up and down her neck, "Yes...so hot I may just cut your shirt off..."

Helen gasped playfully, "You wouldn't..."

Nate smirked getting off of Helen to retrieve the box cutter, giving Helen sometime to get her breath back. Box cutter in hand he straddled her waist again smiling. Helen started panting feeling wetter between her legs, "You wouldn't dare Nate..."

Nate chuckled, "You don't know me very well do you Helen..." he pushed the blade up sliding it against the material of her shirt watching it separate slowly. Helen started panting louder she rubbed her legs together, "Nate...ahh...Nate..."

Nate groaned he loved the way she moaned his name. She didn't freak out like Miranda when he tried cutting her shirt off. Helen laid on the bed waiting for her shirt to be cut off pleasure evident on her face as she watched Nate. Nate placed the box cutter on his night table. He turned back to Helen's shirt and ripped it off the rest of the way. Helen moaned, "Nate!"

Nate moaned kneading her orbs through her black bra. He shivered, "You know you always had the best underwear..."

Helen giggled, "Well...yeah...you insisted on going underwear shopping with me everytime remember..."

"Hey I care about your breasts as much as you do. I have to make sure they're sitting in something nice and comfortable." Nate said leaning down. He licked the material around her cup. Helen took a breath arching slightly as Nate licked one end of her chest to the other. Helen moaned writhing slightly, "Nate,"

He smiled as he leaned up looking at her, "Feels good...doesn't it..."

Helen nodded panting softly. Nate shook his head his hand on one of her breast rubbing it slowly, "You didn't answer me...I said...feels good doesn't it..." he pinched her nipple through the material. Helen moaned a bit louder, "Yes it does! Nate, do it again..." 

Nate smirked, "I'll do you one better...though it means me buying you a new bra..."

Helen couldn't process anything in her haze filled mind, "What?"

Nate smirked evilly ripping her bra as her breasts sprang free from the cotton prison. Helen gasped moaning loudly writhing more on the bed, "Ohh...damn it...Nate...that bra was expensive you know..." 

Nate smiled cupping her breast in his hand rubbing her nipple between his forefinger and thumb slowly, "Told you...I'll buy you a new one..." he leaned down taking the nipple he was playing with in his mouth. Helen moaned loudly her hands in his hair, "N-Nate...ahh!"

Nate moaned biting Helen's nipple gently while his other hand played with her other breast. Helen moaned the pleasure almost being too much for her. She wanted him to take care of the problem between her legs, but she knew Nate. He would play with her until she was begging to have him inside her and she loved it.

Nate groaned loving the feel of Helen's breasts in his mouth and hand. He pushed against her as he switched to her other breast giving it the same attention as the last one. Helen moaned rubbing against him faster, "Nate...Nate..." she pulled on his shirt pulling it off his back. Nate lifted himself a bit to let Helen take his shirt off. Helen smiled she liked Nate's build it wasn't too muscular and she liked seeing the tattoos on his chest. Once it was off he returned to kissing and playing with her breasts. Helen ran her nails down his back lightly. Nate groaned kissing down her stomach pausing to lick from her bellybutton to the valley of her breasts back to her bellybutton again. Helen moaned loudly biting her lip to cut it off halfway.

Nate groaned, "No...Helen...moan baby...let the world know how great you feel..." he unbuttoned her pants sliding his hand in slowly. Once he found her panties he grinned at the wet spot forming between her legs. He started rubbing it as Helen moaned loudly. She closed her eyes turning her head to the side, "Nate...Nate...please..."

Nate moved up her body stopping when their eyes met. He kissed Helen feverishly as Helen returned the kiss just as heated. Nate pressed his finger deeper against her. Helen moaned arching her back her nails digging in Nate's back slightly, "Nate!"

Nate groaned, "Fuck Helen you make me so hard..." he rubbed himself against her thigh. Helen moaned kissing Nate's neck sucking it here or there. She kissed down then back up to his ear again, "Y-You make me so wet."

"I do?" Nate moaned pushing his finger against her again. She nodded, "Yes...so wet...I'm probably soaking my panties..."

"You are...you're so wet it's great..." Nate said pushing his fingers as deep as he could. Helen moaned, "NATE! Fuck...ahh...Nate..."

Nate groaned, "Helen...fuck..." he pushed her pants down throwing them to the side. He took his fingers out of her panties. He licked his finger slowly loving the taste of her honey. She moaned taking his hand and placing it in her mouth. She sucked his fingers moaning at the taste of herself mixed with the taste of his fingers. Her finger sucking caused his member to jump. He groaned wishing her mouth was sucking him instead of his fingers. He took his fingers out of her mouth panting slightly, "Damn...anymore...and I would've cum...damn Helen..."

Helen giggled rubbing against him. She pulled him down kissing him deeply as Nate responded kissing her back roughly. Helen broke the kiss going to Nate's ear, "Told ya...I'm bad..."

Nate chuckled, "I see...damn I was right...you are for me..." he moved down her body stopping in between her legs. She started panting harder not liking the smirk on Nate's face.

She took a breath, "N-Nate?"

Nate smiled kissing her inner thigh his hands going up and down her thighs scratching her lightly. Helen moaned grabbing a handful of his hair as she arched her back pushing herself towards Nate. He went to her other thigh kissing and licking it slowly. She panted moving against him, "Gods...Nate..." she moaned loudly. Nate smiled biting the inside of her thigh hearing her scream. Helen screamed throwing her head back her grip increasing in Nate's hair.

"Again...again...bite me AGAIN!" she screamed as Nate moaned licking his first bite going towards her wetness biting the area around there. Helen screamed moving faster against the bed. Nate smiled licking the area, /Quite a change from the quiet girl who used to sit in the back of the class and read all hour. / he thought kissing her clit through her panties. Helen bucked against him running her fingers through his hair. Nate smiled continuing his kissing through her panties hearing Helen moan and squirm above him.

This was becoming too much if Helen didn't watch it she would be cumming soon. She didn't know how much teasing she could take, but she loved every minute of it. She surprised herself when she asked to be bit again. She didn't know she would like it so much. She held back a choked cry when he pressed his tongue against her.

"Nate!" she moaned through clenched teeth her other hand gripping the bed sheet in a death grip. He smiled, "Want something Helen?"

He chuckled at her frustrated moan, "Yes...fuck me!"

He took a breath to calm himself down before he ripped her panties off and did just that. He smiled running a finger against her, "You want me to...don't you..."

Helen nodded, "Yes...Nate...please..."

Nate smiled pressing his finger against her. He moved his finger against her reaching for the box cutter on his nightstand. Helen saw and tensed up slightly. Nate felt her tense up slightly and rubbed her slowly, "Don't worry Helen I'm not going to cut you. I'm just going to cut your panties off..."

Helen gasped, "N-Nate,"

Nate laughed, "Oh baby I love when you look at me like that...makes me want to be bad...makes me want to do bad things...like this..." he pushed up the blade sliding it under her panties. He cut off her panties loving the sound Helen made when the material slipped off of her body. Nate placed the box cutter back on his nightstand turning back around to Helen. The sight before him made him bite his lip holding back his moan. Helen's eyes was closed her legs spread wide she was panting loudly her hand gripping the bed sheet as her other hand hovered over her clit like she was deciding whether or not to touch herself. Nate groaned, "Fuck Helen...so hot..." he leaned in between her legs placing a small kiss on her clit. Helen screamed, "Nate! Nate...ohh..."

"Tell me Helen...tell me...what do you want?" Nate whispered.

"Nate...lick me...I want you to taste me..." Helen moaned panting loudly.

"Oh..." Nate groaned licking her slowly at first before plunging his tongue deeply inside her. Helen screamed arching her back moving against his tongue, "Ahh...ahh...ahh..."

Nate groaned pushing his tongue deeper inside her as Helen writhe on the bed moaning loudly, "NATE! AHH!" she screamed.

Nate licked her slowly, "Helen you taste so good I knew you would." He smiled licking her slowly as Helen moaned loudly, "I-I do ahh..."

"Yes...ahh...yes you do," Nate said pushing his tongue deep inside her again. Helen groaned arching her back as her first orgasm hit her, "NATE! N-Nate...ohh..." she started panting.

Nate groaned licking up her juices greedily, "Yes...Helen...I love when you cum...fuck you taste so good..." he licked her again wanting more. Helen moaned shaking slightly as she came again. Nate licked her again before pulling back and sitting up licking his lips. Helen laid her legs down panting deeply. He leaned over her caressing her cheek before kissing her. Helen moaned kissing him back tasting her honey on his tongue slightly. He placed another kiss on her lips before getting up on his knees on the bed. He reached for his pants when Helen stopped his hands.

He looked at her as she smiled getting up on her knees. She slowly touched his belt, "Let me do it."

Nate smiled, "Ok,"

Helen smiled running her hands up and down his thighs slowly hearing Nate groan softly. She giggled running her hands on his belt slowly. She unbuckled his belt slowly hearing Nate groan again. He placed his hand over hers, "Helen please, just, undo the belt."

Helen smacked his hand playfully away, "I told you let me do it. Not you so shoo and let me do it."

Nate groaned, "But Helen..."

Helen smiled running her hand over his hardness slowly. Nate moaned pushing into her hand, "Helen..."

"Now I can rub you through your pants and you can think about getting a new pair of underwear along with me. Or you...can let me...undress you..." Helen said softly.

Nate moaned, "Ohh...damn...Helen..."

Helen giggled unbuttoning his pants sliding them down slowly. Nate pulled them down the rest of the way throwing them off to the side. Helen's hands trembled slightly placing them on his blue boxers. She pulled them down slowly moaning when she saw his member in front of her. She ran her hand up and down his cock slowly hearing him moan above her. She saw the pre cum collecting at the tip. She licked her lips collecting some on her finger before placing it in her mouth. Nate moaned running his hand through her hair, "Helen...if you don't stop...I'm gonna..."