1 comments/ 11674 views/ 0 favorites Stake Out By: ericviking69 It is a cold damp night. It is about 9:00 p.m. I feel like a detective in an old movie. I am wrapped tightly in my tan trench coat. I strain to see the dimly lit door. Tension builds as I rehearse the plan again and again. The windows of my rental car are covered with a light sprinkling of rain that refracts the light from the street lamps. Each lamp is surrounded by a rainbow halo. I am sure that I have found your home. The mailbox is not marked but it feels so right. I can feel your presence even though you are away. You have let little hints drop. And now I am here waiting... I tried knocking on your door but no one was home. You told me you would be alone tonight. So, now I wait. I hope you will come home alone. I took a terrible risk knocking on your door but I could not resist. I had prepared a fib about being lost but it had not been needed. My thoughts reach out looking for your aura. We have connected so many times on line but this is for real. A car drives up. A person gets out and hastens towards the door. The car rumbles away. Could it be you? My mind has doubts but my heart feels your presence. Are you alone? Will you feel I violated your trust? It had not been easy converting the name and city into a complete address. My heart is high in my throat. Should I phone first? Should I be a Viking and storm the castle? I hesitate. My cell phone is at hand. The person hesitates at the door, turning and then going in. I am sure you felt my hot look. I am certain it is you and that you are alone. I move with purpose across the damp street, moving around puddles. My heart is in my throat. I feel sixteen again. This is bigger than when I asked a girl out for the first time. I knock three times. I fuss with my hair. It is damp from the night air. It dribbles water down my forehead and off the tip of my nose. The light glints off my cuff links. The Viking ships on them leading the way to paradise. I hear a faint shuffle of bare feet. An eye blocks the Judas. I am being eyed. I wait. My heart is in my throat. I raise a cuff link to where you can see so that you will know it is I, your Viking. I hear a gasp. The security chain rattles and the door opens a crack. You ask, "Is it you?" I nod and reply "Yes, I am your Viking." The door slams shut. I panic. What have I done? But then the chain rattles and you open the door from behind and invite me. With the door closed, you throw yourself into my embrace. Your soft body covered by a loose robe. I can feel your breasts pressed against my chest. I can tell that you are not wearing a bra. Your hair is wet. I am guessing you were combing it out. I bend my head down to kiss you. Our tongues tentatively touch. I can feel you relaxing. I know that I made the right choice. My hands roam up and down your backside. I caress your shoulders. I squeeze your ass. I can tell that you are willing to be mine. My passions begin to flare. I am sure you can see the Viking passion in my eyes. We kiss again. I lift you gently and nestle you against my chest. I ask "Which way?" You point towards an open door way. We enter your bedroom. I set you gently on the bed. I move your hair aside and gently kiss the back of your neck. My trench coat is off in an instant and hung over the bathroom door. You can see my silver cufflinks glinting now... two Viking ships. I begin brushing your hair with long even strokes. Gently working out each tangle. I can feel the tension leave your body. I think back to what back on the promises made during our least session on line. I wonder if it can be as good for real as in the mind's eye. Your hair is getting shiny as it dries. The luster is wonderful. Your legs slide apart slightly as you relax parting the bottom of your robe exposing your thighs. Feeling the bold, my mind wonders to where I promised to begin. I wonder how your breasts will taste as I suckle till you have an orgasm. I wonder if your nipples will get as hard as cherry pits... if your orgasm will be so fine that you will melt at my slightest touch. Then you stand. You cast open your robe and let it drop. You body if wonderful. The tiny patch of silk... the soft curve of your hips... the welcoming spread of your arms... the invitation on your face. How could I not swell with enthusiasm? You start undoing my cuff links. The shirt buttons are next. You continue to unwrap your promising admirer. You unfasten a belt. Pull down a zipper on a seek-and-find mission. My clothes are falling. You have a bare Viking before you. Your kisses are hot on my chest. I know I made the right choice. The effort at playing detective was definitely worth it. Finding you was worth every bit of effort. Your kisses go lower. I remember my promise to boldly fill each hole... to fuck your mouth... your pussy and your dark treasure. I had promised you at least three orgasms. Your lips encircle my member. Your tongue is driving me crazy. I hold your head and begin to gently fuck your mouth; in and out, deeper with each stroke. My cock swells. I am going to lose it soon. My breath is short... you look up... and wink at me... I am lost... my hips buck... and jism flows... dripping down your chin. I lift you to my face and kiss you deeply. I lie you down and begin to suckle on your breasts. You nipples are so hard. Your breath labors as your body starts to quiver. My hand reaches down and caresses your wet treasure. You shake violently... your passions mounting. You moan my name... as your first orgasm rocks your body. But I give you no rest... my fingers continue to rub and caress your engorged button. Your passions soar when I gently pinch it between my thumb and first finger. You are so wet... your scent fills the air as I move my talented tongue down your tummy... past the silky marker... and plunge it in to feast on your nectar. Your body trembles... you are close again... as I push your legs wide and knees up for better access. Your tight rose bud is softly puckered. Your pussy opens wide to accept me. I move up to kiss your face... to kiss you deeply. You feel my renewed passion as my cock touches your nether lips. You can see fire in my eyes. You know that I will fill you. You know that I am yours... every bit as you are mine. In... in and in I slide. It feels so good. Your wet pussy is so inviting as we dance the dance of lovers; in and out. My pubic hairs rub against your thighs. Your sweet perfection inspires me. My cock feels like it will burst. Valiantly, I struggle for control... I need you to come. I start counting down with each stroke... 20,19... 15,14, getting faster and harder now... 10,9,8,7... my voice is more of a groan... you tell me to fill your pussy... 3,2... ahhhhhhh... I erupt. Your body responds with your biggest orgasm yet. You smile at me through glazed eyes. I lift myself up so I can see your entire face... You glow. I move to spoon and cuddle but you move to all fours. You give me that we are not through look... and wiggle your ass in front of me... Gently teasing me about being a true Viking. We both look at my spent cock. You smile and wink telling me to take my time. You grasp your ass cheeks baring your rose bud. You tell me to be gentle. This will be the first cock to enter there. You tell me that you have dreamed about this moment since I convinced you to slip a second toy in your backdoor. You open a drawer. There is a pink vibrator and some lubrication. I get the hint. I smear gel along your crack. I work it into your rosebud. I am pleased to find relaxed. I lubricate the vibrator. I kneel behind you and begin to gentle fuck both tunnels. The vibrator purrs as your body trembles. You are so hot and giving. My cock starts twitching back to life. Double penetration... My hands move faster as your passions build. You take the vibrator and hold the tip right on your clit while my fingers invade, two fingers in each hole. Your body has surrendered to me. There is no resistance. You are mine. My passions rise in response. I move closer and your body is rocked by another wave of passion. You tell me to fuck your ass. And I do... Sweet ecstasy. In and out with long full strokes while you moan and purr, telling me to fill your ass. I am amazed how fast my passions build. Suddenly I erupt spilling seed down your slit... It is all I can do to hang on as your body climaxes again with the pleasure of pleasing me. We snuggled up while I dreamed of what the morning would bring... something sweeter than the pastries and berries in the car. Stake Out Last Summer my husband and I joined three other couples on a canoe trip into Algonquin Park in Canada. The guys are a close-knit group of old school pals more like brothers than friends. The girls didn't know each other nearly as well and were tossed into the mix because we just happen to be their wives. We all got along well but were not nearly as familiar with one another as the 'amigos'. My husband Rob had been on the phone for months plotting the trip with his pals. When the detailed plans were being made there seemed to be a lot of hushed discussion that didn't include the wives and I think we all just put it down to the male 'pack' mentality and accepted that we were along for the ride. We were all just glad to be included on a break away from work and an adventure far away from the heat of the city. The actual trip into the park was beautiful. Gorgeous scenery, fresh clean water and air you could safely breathe. For three days we ate and drank and fished without seeing another living soul. One night around the campfire when the wine was flowing, the talk turned to a game called Stake Out. The object of the exercise was to find and free a hostage being held prisoner in the woods. The boys sounded like they had played the game before and it sounded like fun. We were all game to try and It was agreed that the girls would be the captives and the guys the trackers. Whichever of them retrieved the most hostages would be declared the winner. In the morning the men slipped out of camp one at a time each with his own spouse. When they returned, all four wives were hidden in the woods. Rob had a lot of experience in the bush and I followed him dutifully through the pines and over giant rocks until we came to a small clearing near a stream. The ground was soft and warm from the summer heat. He spread our blanket and told me to lie down. That's when I realized why they call it Stake Out. He tied my hands and feet to stakes set at the corners. From somewhere in his pack he pulled out a blindfold and tied it securely over my eyes. I didn't want to be a poor sport and ruin the game, but I was feeling apprehensive about being left alone and unprotected. I pleaded with him to at least take off the blindfold. When there was no answer, I knew that he was already gone. It was probably not more than twenty minutes, although it seemed much longer, before I heard a twig snap nearby. 'Rob? Is that you Rob?' I called out. He didn't answer, but I was sure it was him. Relief that he was back washed over me like a soothing balm. He was playing one of his tricks by not answering. When I felt his hand on my breast I giggled and teased him. The buttons on my blouse gave way one at a time. I laughed and pleaded with him to stop and let me up. Sunlight warmed my bare breasts and belly and I could feel my nipples harden with his touch. 'Don't be such a prick,' I chided good naturedly. Untie me and I'll fuck your brains out if that's what you want.' Still he wouldn't answer. His fingers played at the sides of my breasts making them jiggle and wobble as if he'd never seen them before. It felt strange when he sucked them, like it had the first time a boy ever really felt me up. His teeth captured each tender button, stretching it out with little nips and bites. I'd never felt his teeth on my nipples before. With my arms tied back, they felt so unprotected. It made me squirm and whimper with apprehension, though it didn't hurt at all. A single dome held the waistband of my denim shorts and the zipper front made them easy to open. He did it so slowly, I found myself holding my breath. His hand found my panties. A pause to check my flat belly was only long enough to let me anticipate what was surely next. I had no doubt that he was going to fuck me right there while I was tied up. There was nothing I could do about it, and the thought sent waves of expectation through my belly. The man I loved was going to have his way with me, and it made me feel wonderfully vulnerable to have no choice in the matter. The shorts wouldn't come down with my legs so wide apart so he untied one ankle momentarily while he dragged them off of me. Rob had seen me out of my clothes a zillion times, but this time I felt more exposed than ever before. I thought of the way I must look to him, spread-eagled and naked except for my skimpy underpants. My wetness had seeped through, soaking the crotch. I felt like such a slut for letting my hunger for him be so obvious. I expected him to kid me, the way he always did, about having such a wet cunt. But he didn't. Something cold grazed my belly and I realized he was cutting my panties off with his hunting knife. It made me shudder to be so bare and unshielded. The shreds of my panties hung in tatters, fluttering from the waistband, tantalizing my unprotected belly and emphasizing its nakedness. Rob's finger traced a line through my pubic hair, opening the slackened lips like window drapes. I could feel my belly moving even before there was penetration. A long tortured sigh from deep in my chest made me aware of how much I wanted Rob right then. His probing finger was driving me insane. When it was joined by a second I strained against my bonds to envelope both of them fully. I yearned to have the tips brush across my throbbing clit in the way he knew I liked, but he avoided it. Rob's wet fingers moved over my face painting my mouth and nostrils with my own libidinous lubricant. They invaded my mouth and I sucked them hungrily, revelling in the debauchery of my own taste and smell. Between breaths I begged him to fuck me. Every four letter word that I knew would turn him on, rolled off my tongue as I offered him my cunt, my mouth and my undefiled ass for his pleasure. He took them in that order. His cock felt strange and wonderful pummelling my insides with powerful strokes. Each thrust whisked his wiry pubic hair over my stiffened clit, driving me mad with lust. On every retreat I squeezed his cock hard with my silken tunnel, milking for his essence to splash my insides. My own climax was imminent and the beginning of his pushed me over. Gasping and writhing like a mad woman, I came like a street whore, wailing obscenities, and savouring the sounds of his tortured breath as he propelled his seed deep into my belly. I swore my adoration for his cock and promised to lick his balls in gratitude for such a glorious fuck. He was still stiff when he straddled my chest and rested his soggy member on my cheek. I couldn't believe he was still horny after the ride we'd just had. For a moment I babbled to him, making lewd chatter while I regained my strength. He loved me to talk dirty to him. His cock literally jumped when I described how good it had felt in my cunt and how jealous the other three women would be if they knew what he was doing to me. I told him how I loved to suck cock and how much I wanted to taste his come. I desperately wanted to hold his swollen prick and guide it into my mouth. But he wouldn't untie the ropes. He always called me his favourite cocksucker when we were alone. I wanted to hear him say it for me again. But he didn't speak. He moved up on me and raised my head with his hands. My tongue reached out to lave the familiar smooth head the way I knew he liked. But he didn't pause and let me do it the way he usually did. It was in my mouth before I realized that something was wrong. Rob's dick was circumcised. Whoever I was sucking had a foreskin. Strong hands clamped the sides of my head holding it in position as he sawed in and out. I had no idea who I was sucking and now I had the fear of getting caught. I felt desperate to get it over before Rob came back and found us. My cheeks hollowed as I drew on his cock. It was fatter than Rob's and a little longer. The taste of my cunt clung to it, flailing me with the memory that I'd fucked him as well. That made me redouble my efforts to draw out his seed and send him on his way. I sucked hard and my tongue swirled over the hooded knob each time he drew back. His forward pushes filled my mouth with his mystery cock. He wanted to hear me gag on his size, but I knew if I swallowed at the same time I wouldn't choke. His jism came in spurts that quickly filled my mouth. I swallowed it down in gulps until he pulled out and let the rest of his come splash onto my face and lips. The third part of my promise was yet to be collected. Rob wasn't into anal sex so I had felt safe in offering it before. But the unseen cock that had plundered my mouth and cunt had no such hang ups. He moistened his finger in my juices and pushed it deep in my anus. It was tight from never being used and he fucked the digit in and out to stretch the passage. At first I clamped my cheeks together trying to expel the invader and expecting it to hurt. But the sensations were pleasant and I began to relax. He used his other thumb to massage my clit and before long I was panting and longing for his cock. 'Fuck me,' I heard myself whisper. From far away my words implored him to 'Fuck my ass'. At the last second I panicked, feeling the pressure on my nether ring and fearing that he would be too big. 'No! Not my mum!' I pleaded, but it was too late. He was already inside of me, and filling me up like never before. It felt lewd and decadent. A bawdy excess when, centimetres above, my wet cunt waited empty and ignored. His hands squeezed my tits as he continued to move inside of me. 'Oh, ohhh ... you're fucking my bummm...' I heard myself mewling in disbelief. My hips were rolling to the limit the ropes would allow. Poking stiff between my cunt lips, my neglected clit was craving attention. 'Play with my cunt ...' I begged, and his thumb began to strum in the way he had before. I was coming again and I didn't care who was screwing me or how. There were loud gasps between my rapturous screams and he was coming too. My chest heaved from the exertion as he rolled off and lay beside me. I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. I couldn't even close my legs and show some modesty. I was very feeling very tired. I may have dozed. When I stirred, the stake that held my left hand was loose and I was able to reach to the right and untie myself. The cool water of the stream refreshed me and I washed all over. I pulled on my shorts, did up the buttons on my blouse and waited on the blanket for someone to come and get me. It was Rob who finally did, and he seemed pleased that I was untied. We made our way back to camp without saying very much. I asked Rob about the game and he didn't seem to want to talk about it. Neither did anyone else. The guys went off to gather wood and the girls pitched in to make supper. Only the chafed red circles around our wrists and ankles even hinted that we'd played the game... and the four pairs of tattered panties that found their way into the fire that night.