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Stay

By: knightfantasies



Its 5 am, the morning is cold and dreary; the sun doesn't want to rise and JJ feels the same way...cloudy with a sense of gloom. 

The fight he had last night with Pam is still fresh on his mind and he is sorry for the things he said to her. He never meant to hurt her, he wanted to stay, he really did; but Pam knew he had to go back to "her".

Yesterday was Wednesday, their day to meet and make love...wild passionate love. They laugh and call it "business day" or "hump day", for JJ Wednesday is his favourite day of the week. The last six months have brought them closer and closer and the love they share has grown to more than just unbelievable fulfilling sex. 

Pam never once questioned JJ's situation before last night, just accepted that he was married and enjoyed what they offered each other. She gives JJ what he doesn't receive from his wife, that unbridled passion, the willingness to be open and try anything that gives them pleasure. She is good for his soul!

He still remembers that first night so long ago when he held Pam naked in his arms; her soft breasts against his chest, he could feel her heart beat as it raced in anticipation of their first coupling. His fingers in her long blonde hair drawing her mouth to his, that first kiss so tender that it was almost not a kiss. Her blue eyes enticing him to take her, make love to her; he had never wanted a woman so much. 

JJ picked Pam up in his arms and carried her to the bed in that out of the way motel. He could tell she was nervous and he was trying to be macho, doing his best to not trip on their clothes. He almost made it too, just before his stray shoes got the better of them and they collapsed onto the bed in surprise and laughter. Pam's laugh so full of life was infectious; he couldn't help but join in. 

It was the perfect ice-breaker. They both relaxed, allowing their hearts to slow down and their emotions to catch up. He kissed her body all over, trying to discover her special spots, listening to her breath quicken when he found one. It was a fantastic journey and JJ ended up being between her lovely legs. 

The first time his mouth found her sex he loved her taste and smell. The way Pam's body would shake and shiver as his tongue caressed her folds and teased her nub. Her body rising off the bed, almost floating, as his actions drove Pam to that first orgasm; so powerful she had tears in her eyes. JJ loved how she called out his name in-between telling him to never stop. The joy he felt knowing he brought her such pleasure and then repeating it again and again until finally she could only moan "no more". 

When he made his way up to Pam's mouth she tasted herself on his tongue and then surprized him by licking the rest of her juices on his face. It was so erotic and naughty at the same time, a ritual they have since repeated so many times. 

Pam pushed JJ down on his back and held his face in both of her hands, their eyes locked on each other for what seemed an eternity; just staring and smiling back at each other. 

Then Pam burst out in laughter saying, "you better be that good every time or else!" 

JJ laughed along with her and said, "or else what?" 

To this day he has never forgotten what Pam said, "or else my heart will stop beating." 

When that big tear rolled down her check and hit his face JJ didn't know what to say. Thank god Pam leaned down and kissed him, saving him from saying something stupid.

JJ massaged Pam's back drawing her into him, closer. Her lips were on his chest, nibbling tenderly, leaving soft kisses as they trailed down lower to his abdomen. Her tongue in his belly button, tickling him and making him squirm. 

Her soft hands caressed his cock and balls and finally her mouth arrived. She sucked him so slowly he thought he would go crazy, first the head and then all the way down the shaft, her tongue swirling round and round. Pam seemed to know instinctively when JJ got too close as she would alternate between sucking his cock and then switch to licking and sucking his balls. He couldn't imagine a better way to die and that is what he felt was happening, his release was building to a level he had never experienced before. JJ had to come soon and begged Pam to finish him. She looked at him and smiled that sweet smile of hers, taking his cock all the way down her throat. He loved how she kept eye contact as he came in her mouth, her moans matching his, swallowing shot after shot and then surprising him by cleaning his cock after with her tongue. It was almost too much as he was so sensitive to the slightest touch. 

When Pam came up to kiss JJ he almost pulled away, then realized he had never been sucked like that before. She amazed him, and if Pam could taste herself on him then he could do the same. 

They kissed and cuddled in bed and shared a glass of wine in a motel plastic glass. Both of them knowing and agreeing that they had to "do it" again. And they did, several more times that first day, with Pam on top, on the bottom, on her knees, on the couch...until they both collapsed in exhaustion. 

Pam and JJ melted into each other as they went from body rush to body rush; so intense that JJ knew right then that this was not going to be an ordinary affair and it gave him goose-bumps. 

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As he sat at his desk and stared out the 10th floor window of his office he remembered the first time Pam entered his life. 

He was about to commence preliminary plans for a high end condo development and needed an experienced interior designer, someone who was current, with good taste and not outrageous. He had seen Pam's work in a competitor's complex and was impressed with the elegance and colours she brought to the project. 

An appointment was scheduled to get to know each other and to see if she was the right choice. The project was immense, with four phases worth multi millions of dollars; it was to be the signature piece for his company, Ruffled Angel Developments. Right from the start he was impressed with her demeanour and the way she carried herself. She was so assured and confident yet at the same time exuded a sexual appeal he found hard to resist. 

It was only after their third meeting that Pam agreed to have a drink with him. They talked about themselves while enjoying a nice red wine in a quiet little restaurant on Main. He discovered Pam was divorced, sharing custody of her pre-teen daughter with her ex-husband. She was still emotionally drained by it all and JJ could feel her pain. Her parents have both passed away and while her sisters provide her comfort and support, it has still been a hard adjustment. She seemed in need of a shoulder to lean on and JJ found himself taking on that role. 

Their subsequent meetings became more like lunch dates and he shared his life with her as well. JJ's successful real estate development company had been funded by monies from his wife. He used the initial investment to build a conglomerate empire doing business in several of the major cities in the country. JJ was the sole owner and had paid back his wife several times over even though she didn't need or want the money; for him it was a matter of principal. 

He wasn't sure who first mentioned the difficulties of combining a successful career and a fulfilling sex life but they both agreed it was challenging. To his surprize it was Pam who made the first move when she said she missed having sex on a regular basis. JJ smiled and said he was available Wednesday's if she was free; and that was the beginning of their unbelievable relationship. 

Now, six months later their relationship is at an impasse. Pam has asked JJ to make a decision, it is either her or his wife. Their affair has grown from two individuals seeking sexual gratification to an awakening that has gripped them both. JJ knows he loves Pam and he knows Pam loves him, their bodies seem to find a way to confirm this love every Wednesday. Their journey has not been a destination but a series of memories woven together, carrying them to a point JJ never imagined or knew existed. 

JJ spent the next couple of days in turmoil, pondering his decision. He has only loved two women, his wife and Pam, and now Pam is asking him to choose one or the other. 

It doesn't seem to matter where his thoughts take him he keeps coming to rest on word...stay. 

This one word which now seems to have a double meaning; a split personality. 

Stay. 

With Pam? 

With his wife? 

His heart is been torn in two and there is no easy answer. 

It was time, JJ knew he couldn't put off calling Pam any longer. It has been several days since she had given him the ultimatum. His thoughts have been all over the place, running the scenarios through his mind; all the what if's. 

He picked up his phone and called her. "Pam it's JJ, do you have a second to talk?" 

Stay



I pushed through the door of Starbucks and was instantly hit by the aromatic smell of coffee, just as how a constructive wave crashes onto the shore, bringing with it the rich sediments and jewels of the sea before retreating back, leaving people wanting more. Exotic blends from faraway lands of the likes of Sumatra, Peru, the Arabian lands and much more tingled my taste buds, exciting them at the thought of tasting a mere drop of any one of the rich brews as I joined the queue in the cozy coffeehouse, with its dim lighting as Peter Vronsky's Reprise played through the speakers, calming the minds of everyday people as they had their daily dose of caffeine, siphoning any unduly stress before the morning began. But, recently, whenever I do visit Starbucks, I was not there for the coffee. "Venti Hot Chocolate, please," I ordered. 

The barista smiled and bustled about as he prepared my order. Once paid, I carried my drink and chose a table at the back of the coffeehouse. With my back facing the wall, I had a full view of the coffeehouse, just in case there was any sign of trouble. Old habits die hard. I took a sip of my order and closed my eyes, letting my tongue roll over the sip, tasting the rich bitter dark and sweet milk chocolate intermingle with one another; a combination that drove my taste buds wild as they begged for more. There was a hit of vanilla syrup at the back that cut through the rich bitterness of the dark chocolate, wrapping the drink up nicely that would make any chocoholic drool. I swallowed the treat and could immediately feel a warm feeling blossoming from within me. I smiled slightly in spite of myself. Known as an aphrodisiac, chocolate is also an anti-depressant, something that I need, especially after recent events.

Tyler and I had broken up after I learnt that he had been cheating on me with another roofer in his company. Ever since then, I had shut myself off from the world. I don't know why, I guess it was a biological defense system for me, for me to maybe heal from the wound, or possibly because I needed the time alone. Home had become a foreign place to me, its hallways and rooms filled with once joyful memories that now serve as a painful reminder as to what was my greatest treasure. Sleepless nights became a routine, as I lay in my California king bed that had somehow become too spacious for me while I tossed and turned, finding a new comfort spot to replace what I lost. I sighed. It sure would be a long route to recovery that I knew I had to arrive not immediately, but definitely.

"Shouldn't we talk about it?" a voice asked, snapping me out of my reverie. I looked up and saw Alex sitting before me with a concerned look on his face. Lost to my thoughts, I had not realized that he had slid up to me. Alex has dark gold hair that kicks out in front with a slight cowlick in the back and in the summer Sun, his hair would always be bleached to a shining wheat gold. His eyes are like two pieces of emerald gems floating down the River Nile, a pair of determined crystals that complimented the rest of him -- tough, cool and smart. There was a hard edge to them and gave a glimpse to the wizened maturity embossed in his mind. Standing at six-foot-two, broad-shouldered and muscular Alex was the dream of every girl and the envy of every guy. Alex had been my senior in secondary school before he dropped out to pursue his passion -- sailing. He won multiple prestigious awards at some of the most renowned competitions, bringing home honor as well as pride to my home country. In his spare time, if he was not working out at the gym or training, Alex also loves to travel and I bet that day had been no different.

"There's nothing to talk about, Alex," I told him simply. "So, where have you been lately? New Zealand?" I asked, hoping to distract him from pursuing the subject any further. But knowing Alex, once he set his mind onto something, he would not stop until he had achieved what he wanted. That was why he is one of the best sailors out there.

"Oh, really?" he asked sarcastically, ignoring my distraction, to which I cursed silently. "Then why are you touching your chest as though you're fingering that dragon-shaped dog tag Tyler gave you as a present for your birthday?" he asked calmly. That took me off guard. I looked down and realized that I really was fingering the exact spot where the dog tag had lain before I had taken it off after the break up, right over my sternum where my heart is. But I guess old habits die hard, or was I just pushing away the plain hard truth that was before me?

"As if you don't know I like to touch myself, Alex," I smiled, biting my lower lip seductively as he shook his head in disbelief, his eyes rolling at my reply. 

"Come on, Zul. I'm being serious. You and Tyler were in love. That doesn't disappear completely just because you declare that you're moving on, or took off a dog tag, for that matter," he replied gently as he placed a reassuring grip on my shoulder. I stiffened and instantly shrugged it away.

"Yes, it does," I replied curtly. He sighed.

"You don't see what I see. It's not that you make him to be a better person, you do and that's great, but you don't see how significant that change is," he replied gently. I looked up at him, gazing intently into those emerald green eyes that seemed to gleam with the knowledge of a sage as he continued. "You challenge him, surprise him, you make him question his life, beliefs. Your love for him will always be pure and that's the best thing for him."

"Really?" I challenged him, feeling my eyes widen in feigned surprise. "You once told me that there will always be multiple perfect relationship partners and that to find the others, we have to let go of the previous ones. Have you seen that video? He's over me alright, he'll find more," I replied acidly as I narrowed my eyes, feeling the familiar dregs of anger sparking back ablaze at the thought of that accursed video that showed Tyler's treacherous mistake, kissing another roofer in his company as well as doing other expletive acts.

"He won't, Zul," Alex stated calmly, unaffected by my sudden outburst. "Don't you see? You're his equal; he won't be able to get over you because you both are a complete reflection of each other." I remained silent, refusing to believe his words as we lapsed into silence, the void between us filled only by the clink of mugs and the sound of the espresso machine as the world around us continued to move on. I downed the last of my drink in a single gulp and stood up abruptly.

"Zul..." Alex began, reaching out his hand to me.

"No," I told him as I walked away from the table. I could feel Alex's emerald green eyes piercing through the back of my head, staring at my very soul with each step I took. I turned to look at him and saw that his face was a mask of defeat. Crestfallen, I told him simply, "I just need time." I walked out of the coffeehouse, deciding that a walk around the neighborhood might do me good as Alex's distant words seemed to echo inside my head like a rerun on television, the truth behind them haunting me each time I placed a foot before the other. Suddenly, I felt a drop of water trickling down the side of my face. I looked up and the drops grew heavier as the rain poured down from high above. Sullen clouds gathered ominously, occasionally illuminated by the sudden flash of lightning that cracked through the grey monochromatic firmaments as the boom of thunder reverberated across the Heavens. Within seconds, I was soaked to the skin as I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head, jamming my fists into the pockets of my jeans as I surged through the rain. It was as though Mother Nature herself was mirroring the emotional turmoil I had within me. 

As I walked by an alley, what sat at the entrance made me stop in my tracks. My God, he was a sight, and not in the usual good way. The color had drained away from his face, taking away the youthful glow to his alabaster-white skin that he always had, leaving behind a weak sickly hue to it. Matted by the rain, his chocolate-brown hair was no longer in its regular spike and clung onto his scalp lifelessly. Dressed in a plain rain-drenched white shirt that had been washed way too many times to the point of being translucent and a pair of blue jeans, he sat with his back against the wall, his eyes closed as his right hand clasped around the neck of a Jack Daniels, fast asleep. "Tyler?" I gasped out, appalled to see him in this state. He let out a groan, apparently unaware of my presence. His face was gaunt and there were dark circles around his eyes. Dear God, what happened to him? I have never seen him like this before. Was this my doing? And in that moment, everything just disappeared. All of my anger and hatred towards him vanished, only to be replaced by care as well as concern for his well-being. Without hesitation, I knelt before him and scooped him up into a fireman's carry over my shoulder. "Let's go, big boy, I'm taking you home," I whispered to him.

As soon as I reached home, I dried Tyler off with a towel before changing him into a fresh pair of jeans, unable to find a shirt that would fit him. I tucked him into bed and closed the door softly behind me as I ran a hand through my damp jet-black hair. I walked to the window, watching the raindrops race down the glass, hitting me with a nostalgic wave of when I was young and pretending that it was a real competitive race. I traced the pathway of a single raindrop absently as I delved into my thoughts again. Where do I go from here? And in a few hours, I had made my decision. My ears perked to the creak of the door to my room opening. I turned and saw Tyler standing by the door, his head hung low as he averted my gaze. I calmly walked over to him and stood before him. 

"Look at me," I told him. He slowly raised his head and I saw tears cascading down his cheeks as his mismatched yellow-gold eyes stared back at me with remorse, pleading for clemency as his body racked with sobs. 

"Do you know why you're here?" I asked him. He gulped.

"You're going to punish me, aren't you?" he asked softly as he shifted nervously from foot to foot.

"Tyler, I'm forgiving you," I told him.

"But..." he began; he didn't manage to finish, because I swooped in and kissed him full on the lips. Initially, he was reluctant, pushing me away as I tried to force my tongue into his mouth as he adamantly clenched his teeth to prevent my doing. However, his aversion changed when I pushed him up against the door. I grabbed him by the arms, firmly but gentle enough to remind him of my love for him, ceasing his struggle entirely before lifting him off the floor. He snaked his legs around my waist as he wrapped his arms around my head, pushing me deeper into him, finally welcoming me into his being as we melted into each other's familiar fissures. I felt the weight of his tongue upon mine, feeling the heat coming through it as I wrapped mine around his, sucking and pulling on it ever so slowly as a moan escaped from him, begging for more. Our tongues danced in mid-air as he chased me in my own mouth, touching every nook and cranny my mouth had to offer as he reinstated his passion for me. With every probe he made, my insides seemed to rejuvenate with life as though it had been touched by the hand of God Himself. I could feel my insides warming up steadily as we continued our dance further, my body feeding off the heat we created, thriving off the love we had for one another, as I easily evaded his capture, having known the dance well. Nonetheless, he managed to corner me against my lips, leaving me no means of escape, but he did not strike as fast as he could have, allowing me a small window of opportunity to freedom. I looped my tongue around his and forced us both back into his own mouth as I pushed his tongue down his throat. He gagged slightly and pulled onto my hair viciously as we both moaned out with an insatiable desire for each other that was finally being satisfied. We parted and I realized his lips were swollen, as was mine, a line of drool dribbling out from the corner of his lips. "You hot fuck," he panted.

I gave him a wintry smile. He had no idea what he was in for. I ran my hand through his hair, feeling the silky strands brush by lightly against my skin, before tightening a fist over them. "Hey!" Tyler cried out in pain as he fought valiantly to pry my fingers off, but I was stronger and held on, dragging him by the hair back into the room, closing the door with my foot before hauling him to the end of the bed. He cowered before me and I could see a flash of genuine fear cross his eyes as he stared back at me. He started to crawl away, in an attempt to escape, but I had anticipated it and simply reached out to his ankle, viciously gripping it before pulling him back towards me. I grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the bed as I heard his quivering panicked breath.

"Now, is that any way to treat your Master?" I asked sweetly, as I clenched his jaw wide open, spitting down his throat, and was pleasantly surprised to see him swallowing it. "That's better," I told him. I released him from my grip and he massaged his jaw that was increasingly reddening as I relished at my power over him. Like the good boy he was, Tyler knelt before me and caressed the side of his face against the growing bulge of my leather jeans as he inhaled deeply the erotic scent, his eyes rolling up in sheer ecstasy as he kissed my bulge tenderly. He looked up at me, his yellow-gold eyes pleading me to permit his move. I brushed his hair lovingly and smiled down at him. He held onto my hips, unbuttoning my jeans with his teeth before pulling the zipper down in the same manner while I took off my jacket. My rock hard cock was pressed against the black fabric of my Armani boxers and there was a small wet spot of my precum on it. He grabbed the hem of my black Armani boxers and pulled it down, releasing my cock from its cage as it stretched out towards him like a lazy panther basking in the Sun.

I prided my cock, for it was a grand length of ten inches long, and in that moment, it was dripping with my precum, just tiny streams of my precious gold dribbling down the length of my shaft. I trailed it along his face and he rolled his eyes in sheer euphoria as he felt my cock graze by him, tracking wet trails of my precum all over him. Yeah, that's right, Tyler... He leaned in, his soft full lips parting and I lost myself to him, to his wondrous rhythm of suction, to his warm wetness. He willingly, gladly, even, took the entire length into his mouth, letting my meaty cock slide over his tongue as I touched the back of his throat with the tip of my cock. I heard him gag slightly, but instead of letting him regain himself, I pushed myself deeper into him, feeling the tip of my cock slide down the tight constriction of his throat. He gagged slightly and I held onto his nape, forcing him to service me, denying him the opportunity to regain himself.

"Try again, Tyler," I told him and I heard my voice grow raspy from the intimacy. And he did. He slowly wrapped his soft slick tongue along the length of my shaft, instantly sending tingles of zest throughout my entire body as I dug my nails into his nape.

"Oh, fuck..." I gasped out, that was amazing. He sucked on me eagerly, licking up my gold as I heard loud slurps from him, drawing out moans from me. I grabbed his hair tightly in my hands as he slid in and out of me while I thrusted myself into him. He licked ardently, not wasting a single drop of my gold which I knew he had been craving for. He slid out, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he stared back at me, his eyes glowing with a newfound lewd energy before kissing the head of my cock.

"Good boy," I panted as I scratched his chin, to which he smiled boyishly at me.

"Thank you, Sir," he said. He reached out to my chest and pushed me down onto the bed as my cock stood out, all ten inches proudly erected before us as it pulsated with the thirst of an orgasm. He turned his back towards me before lowering himself onto it, letting out a wince as I slid into him. I let his muscles conform to my cock, feeling his sphincter muscles stretch to accommodate me. I thrusted myself into him, feeling him work his butt muscles to milk me as he panted from the effort. Without warning, I sat up, my cock still within him as he collapsed onto my sinewy pectoral muscle while I got onto my knees.

"Wha...?" Tyler asked in confusion, but he never got the chance to ask because I slid my forefinger as well as my middle finger into his soft luscious lips, letting his tongue play all over them as he sucked fervently. He closed his eyes in rapture as I slid in and out of him, moaning out softly as his tongue worked indefatigably on my fingers. I felt the soft mass that was his tongue caress my fingertips lightly, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body as my cock grew rigid within him. I leaned into his neck and kissed him, letting my tongue trail along the length of his neck, tasting him in my mouth as his natural musk sent my nose to sheer ravishment that surpassed the seven layers of Heaven itself. I sucked on him, right under his jaw and he let out a long moan into the room. But when it comes to Tyler, I love to surprise him, and that day was no different.

I changed my suck and turned it into a bite into his shoulder, sinking my sharp canines deep into his glistening bare skin without the slightest hint of regret. Immediately, an animalistic wail escaped from his lips and into the room as he jammed his mismatched yellow-gold eyes wide open with horrified panic. I clamped a hand over his mouth and whispered into his ear, "Trust me, I got you." That seemed to calm him down and I continued. I alternated between biting and sucking, turning his muffled cries of torment into moans of delectation. He wrapped his arm around my neck and pushed me deeper into his bare skin, to the point that I could taste the slightest hint of his blood running through my mouth. And that was when I lost it. I bit harder into his skin, as though I was breaking down the Hoover Dam, drawing out rivulets of his crimson red blood into my long awaited lips as he moaned out with lechery, sucking his red wine eagerly into my system as I tasted the rich coppery scarlet nectar slide across my tongue like warm honey before swallowing gratefully. It was not a deep cut, but just deep enough for me to strike one of the many jewels he had within his system. I released him from my grip and slid out, our bodies flushed from the heat and sexual intimacy as I flipped him onto his stomach.

Oh, Tyler, if only you could see your wondrous bubble-butt, you would understand why I did what I did. I parted his cheeks ever so carefully, making him experience the tense suspense before slowly licking his cheeks and the top of his crack, circling my long wet tongue around it, spiraling my way closer and closer towards his hole. Every once in a while, I teased his hole with a quick flick of my tongue and he would spasm on the bed. When I finally reached his hole, I kissed it, long and hard, claiming him as mine, as he moaned out with pure enjoyment. I made my tongue rigid and pulled his cheeks wide open before slowly penetrating him, probing every crack and crevice that I came across, leaving no edge untouched as I drew out long moans of lasciviousness from him. I surged through him relentlessly, forcing myself not to burn out as I dove my face into him. I probed his spot and he convulsed on the bed as I teased him with it. "Holy shit!" he cried out as I held him down, probing his spot even more as he continuously twitched violently on the bed. 

I slid out, and flipped him over onto his back as I took a good look at him. He was panting heavily and his red shoulder was raw from where I had bit him. His face flushed from the heat but he had a huge smile plastered onto his face as he stared back at me, hungry for more. I ran a finger down the ridge of his abdominal muscles and he arched his back as I slid down even lower, letting out the most erotic moan I had ever heard from him. I slid my cock into him in one fluid motion and he cried out in agony. "What? Gone tight over the few months?" I taunted.




Stay



"Fuck you," he winced. His eyes widened with surprise at his mistake, but it was too late.

"What did you say?" I asked through gritted teeth, taken aback by the disrespect. Without hesitation, I punched his pectoral muscles, showing no mercy at all as I repeatedly landed blow after blow onto them. He cried out in anguish and that seemed to fuel me further as I increased my pace, taking out all of my anger on it. As quickly as I started, I stopped, savoring the rawness of his chest before slowly sliding myself in and out of him. I hooked his legs over my shoulders as I gradually increased my pace, while he pumped himself. I drove myself deep into him, probing him in every way possible, not overlooking any recess as I excavated him hard. I touched his special spot and his body rocked with waves of enjoyment that travelled down the length of his body as he convulsed on the bed. Throbbing with salacious energy, I could feel my cock being milked by his butt muscles as I moaned with prurience, thrusting into him as I felt his legs pushing me deeper into him as I thrusted even harder. And the inevitable happened. 

I exploded into him, flooding his entire being with a white hot river of my molten creamy goodness as he cried out with delight. "Fuck!" he sighed with euphoric enjoyment as his butt muscles milked every drop to his heart's content. At the same time, I held his mouth wide open and watched as spurts of his own explosion shot into his own mouth before disappearing down his throat. He milked me for a long time, savoring each drop that entered his system as though it was a gift from the Almighty as I licked his cum off my fingers, sweet as always. As I slid out from him, he grabbed my hand gently.

"Don't go," he whispered softly, staring at me with longing eyes that were frightened of the thought of being abandoned again. I smiled. I slid out and crawled next to him as I enveloped him within my arms. He snuggled against my pectoral muscles and nuzzled against them as he sighed with relief.

"Better?" I asked, and he nodded. We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about what had happened between us and buried the hatchet, everything was in the past now. What mattered most was that Tyler and I were back together, a fresh start that the both of us required badly. As we lay there, I realized that Tyler and I did not have the chance to dance together when we first met. I sat up, reached for my jeans and took out my phone before plugging it into the hidden speakers I had wired through the room. Soon, the soothing beat of Rihanna's "Stay" played as I stood up, my arm stretched out towards Tyler. He grabbed it willingly as I pulled him up, wrapping my arms around his waist as he did around my head before we rocked gently to the rhythm. As the song drew to an end, he gazed up to me.

"I love you, Zul," he expressed his heart's thoughts genuinely as I kissed his forehead.

"And I love you." 



Stay



There are as many ways to grieve as there are ways to die. Each and every person is unique in his or her pain.

She was looking for trouble. Anything to keep the vast dark space in her soul from fully consuming her. She'd made it through the day, now she just had to make it through the night. 

Everyone told her it would get better. Time, it heals all wounds. Doctors, friends, counselors- she'd poured her black soul out to all of them and gotten tired, old platitudes in return. They couldn't understand why she couldn't move on. Why, a year later, her pain and loss were as sharp as the day she'd watched that mask of death fall over his beautiful face. 

Every time she closed her eyes she relived those final moments. Felt the warmth of his blood pulsing through her fingers; watched him struggle to breathe as it filled his lungs. Sat, helpless, as that cold, hard mask took his soul from hers, their connection forever severed.

It was as if someone ripped any good she'd ever had in her away. Now, left with no light to guide her, the dark inside her had solidified steadily, day by miserable day.

They'd tried pharmaceuticals, no change. They'd tried therapy, no change. They'd even had her hospitalized at one point, nothing had helped. The darkness still grew.

Lately, she'd stopped speaking. Started taking foolish risks. Doing things that weren't in her nature. Tonight, she'd try something new. Something she would never have considered doing in her former, happy life. 

It was like playing a character in a movie. Here she could be anyone and anything she imagined- or nothing at all. Tonight she was looking for darkness. Someone who's soul mirrored her own. 

She certainly looked the part, from her leather mini skirt and thigh high boots to the deep red lipstick and the temporary black hair dye. For a moment, seeing herself in the mirror, she truly felt like someone else. 

It was more comfortable, this new skin she'd put on, than she would admit. Something about it made her feel in control. More level than usual. Maybe it was just her imagination trying to ease her along. She didn't much care, just went with it.

The club she'd chosen was obscure, older than most and had a much more sinister vibe than her usual haunts. It suited her new persona perfectly. 

It was labeled a "Goth" club, but it was fairly well known around the circles as a fantasy, vampire role-playing club. She wasn't into that, or the light BDSM she'd been warned about. All she cared about was that this club had an open sex policy. 

A woman didn't go to this club alone unless she was willing to play the game. Anonymous sex had become her new therapy but the thrill was fading and she needed something more to keep the dark away. Especially tonight.

The main area, with its red lights and dark dance floor, was hazy with all kinds of smoke from cigarettes, pipes, and joints. It was a heady combination. Walls, covered in drapes of black velvet, did only so much to hide the obvious couplings going on in their folds. The smells swirled all around her- sticky sweet liquors, fragrant smoke, cologne and sex, an unmistakable musk that made her heart race.

While you might be able to see what was going on along the walls, you couldn't hear the couples over the loud, heavy bass music blaring from several speakers placed around the dance floor. Of course, what was happening on the dance floor wasn't exactly for the faint of heart.

Moving closer, she waited. 

He'd watched her eyes widen in momentary surprise as she'd walked in, quickly masked by faux bravado and some real excitement. Who knew if she'd actually participate. Women like her, come here for one of two things, to hurt, or be hurt. Some look brave but deep inside they have the heart of a choir girl. 

This little chip certainly looked like she belonged but experience had taught him that looks could hide a whole lot of nasty business. Still, for some reason, this one seemed different. She was here for a thrill but not because she'd spent a week behind a desk, attending boring business meetings and drinking fancy five-dollar coffees.

No, this one needed something this place could offer. Maybe something he'd be willing to give her- personally. 

He'd been approaching her slowly, less than confident. She could actually feel the nervous energy surrounding him like a fog. It turned her off. Knowing his touch would revolt her, she moved quickly away. She did the same to the next two, both much too young to know what she might need from them. 

Stepping up to the bar, she tried to tamp down the disappointment that was simmering just under her skin. This wasn't going exactly as she'd imagined. Of course, nothing was ever that easy. She leaned heavily on the faux black ebony topped bar, breathing deep to try and center herself as doubt and darkness tried to swallow her again.

"Finding nothing to your liking tonight?"

His voice was deep, rough like fine grit sandpaper and very close to her ear. Ah, there it was. A tiny shiver of alarm skittered across her flesh, followed closely by curious attraction. Gooseflesh broke out along the back of her neck and her scalp tightened, making it feel as if her hair were trying to stand on end. Without turning, she shook her head no. 

His hand appeared in her line of vision, wide with long fingers and clean nails, signaling something to the bartender. "Maybe a drink will help." It wasn't a question, he'd already ordered for her, yet she still nodded a small yes.

The drinks came quickly and she closed her hand around the thick glass, the amber liquid inside tickling her senses with the scent of aged caramel. He picked his up and touched the rim to hers. 

It was that moment when she chose to turn her head and look at him through the veil of her hair. The drink distracted him and she wouldn't be caught. 

He was everything his voice had promised. Dark hair, wavy and thick, a squared jaw shadowed by just a touch of stubble and thickly lashed eyes that were, thankfully, closed. Down the left side of his face was a long scar that ran from just above his ear on the temple, across his cheek, ending just at the beginning of his chin. It was fairly thick and must have been incredibly painful. 

"Do I pass inspection?"

Her eyes shot up to his, noticing how very clear the green was, like those glasses her Grandmother used to have- and how much amusement was in them. It was bait she wouldn't take. Another nod of the head, yes.

"Those other men, something wrong with them?"

A shake of her head, no. 

"Just not your taste?"

A nod, yes.

"Are you mute?"

A shake, no. 

She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped, humming appreciatively. It was very good. Before she could lick the moisture away, he rubbed his thumb slowly across her bottom lip, then licked the liquid away with his tongue. Sudden heat rose up, nearly choking her. 

He didn't ask permission before taking her hand in his much larger one and leading her to the middle of the dance floor. While he hadn't asked, he hadn't forced her either. They stood together, her eyes on his chest, head barely reaching the top of his shoulder. All around them bodies moved, heat coming off them in waves. They stood still, uncaring what happened around them. 

Gently, he raised her chin with a finger until her eyes met his. She saw a mirror of her own eyes, temptation, hunger, and heat inside them. She lingered there for a moment before breaking the contact, closing her eyes and turning until her back was nestled against his chest.

Some men would have taken her action as rejection, others as invitation to treat her roughly. He took it exactly as she meant it. Submission.

He did not gloat. He would claim her for his own, here in front of all these others, happily. There were many shocked faces turned their way, many women he had refused over all these many years of owning this place. She was the first he'd willingly touched. 

Her scent was unique and he breathed it in as he moved her hair off her neck and over her left shoulder. He was careful not to touch her. This was the way of the people who played here. He didn't need the show and he suspected she didn't either, but they did. They would never touch his woman after this. Here, in this place, it was important to set the boundaries. 

The entire place had gone still. It was slightly unnerving. He'd seen plenty do this but had never thought he'd be one to participate. Her skin called to him though, the pulse in her neck beating a furious rhythm. Shutting them all out, he leaned in, bared his teeth and bit into the skin over her pounding artery. 

She had to swallow the moan that wanted to burst free of her chest. There was no pain, just pleasure. No skin was broken, no blood taken, yet the intent behind the gesture was erotic. 

He lingered, pressing soft kisses all along her beating flesh. To soothe, to excite, to please. 

As if she knew the rules to this new game, she kept her eyes closed, letting her other senses guide her. Already the scent of him was embedded into her mind. Spicy, like cinnamon, with a hint of good pipe tobacco and herbal soap, she could have picked him out of the crowd by his scent alone. She would also know him by the feel of his lips, the pattern of them, the firmness and heat. Like a fingerprint, their uniqueness had been branded onto her flesh.

For several long moments all she could do was try and catch her breath, slow her pounding heart. Luxuriate in the strong male body behind her, the heat of his skin through their clothes.

Slowly, she became aware of the amount of attention they were receiving. Attention she wasn't sure of the reasoning behind. His large hands on her waist stopped her breath, and her musings.

Pulling her body tightly against him, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Keep your eyes closed and trust in me."

She nodded then followed the instructions he whispered in her ear. He moved them forward slowly, the music fading but bodies getting closer. Occasionally a hand would brush her arm, or thigh. She didn't startle though since he was there to guide her. However, the feel of him moving behind her, their bodies still so close together fed the hunger that was growing moment by moment inside of her.

They moved to the right but on her left, the sound of bodies coming together reached her ears. Their moans and gasps made her skin tighten with arousal. Her breath came faster, became more ragged.

The lush feel of velvet brushed across her skin then moved away. A key in a lock, a door opened nearly silently, cool air rushed across her face. The door closed and was locked behind them. All sound was gone now. All sensation, aside from him touching her, locked out. When he stepped away all she heard was the sound of her own breathing and pounding heart. 

"If you are unsure, you need to tell me now. Once I open this next door there will be no going back. Not for either of us." His voice was no more than a whisper of sound but to her it felt like a shout. 

How long had it been since she'd felt any real emotion? Anything remotely this exciting? All those other men, all those other nights, they were nothing like this. A parody of arousal. A spoonful of passion in an ocean of need. When was the last time her breath caught like this? 

The day the death mask came.

Decision made, she reached back for his hand. His breath rushed out along her temple. Seconds later the melodic sound of numbers being punched into a keypad alerted her to his decision. 

The door whooshed closed behind them, sealing with a click. He moved away from her and she immediately felt his loss. Not just of his body heat and protection but whatever odd connection she seemed to be building with him. 

Even through her closed eyes she could see the room had brightened considerably. Her ears strained to hear him moving around. Monitors came on, a sound she'd been very familiar with in her old life. Four, five, six, seven, eight of them. He brushed close by her, his footfalls nearly silent on the thick carpeted floor. He had to have removed his heavy boots. What was this place?

It smelled of him. Cinnamon and herbs in the air mixed with could only be vanilla scented wax and books. The smell of old books was very strong. Like a great library. 

How long since she'd noticed the variety of scents in the air? Her heart pounded and heat bloomed in her chest. Could she be honest? She had to try. Even before he'd died the simple things had been lost in her. She hadn't noticed them. She'd become complacent.

"Take off your shoes." 

She didn't hesitate even though she was fighting back tears. Leaning down, she unzipped then stepped out of them. He was close enough that she could feel the heat coming off of him yet she didn't reach out. 

"Take off the jacket and hand it to me." 

Her fingertips brushed his as she passed the garment over, sending a shiver from the top of her head straight into her gut. Her breath caught and for a moment she felt dizzy.

He noticed her shiver. "You're such a tiny thing. Are you cold without the jacket?" He let his hands run up and down her arms, thinking to warm her. 

The blush began on her chest then climbed her neck, settling in her cheeks. The air-conditioned room had not caused her chills. She shook her head no.

"You're blushing. I can't remember the last time I saw a woman do that." He ran a fingertip down one bright pink cheek. "It's very pretty on you."

Coming up behind her, he pulled her hair over to her left shoulder, baring her neck and the slightly red mark there. "I hope I didn't cause you any real pain? I have no clue what came over me." He placed a soft kiss on the mark and this time she couldn't contain the small moan that rushed past her lips.

Chuckling against her skin, he whispered, "So, now I know you can at least make noise."

She smiled, nodding her head yes. At this point she couldn't have spoken even if he'd commanded her too. The lump in her throat was too large.

"You didn't answer my original question. Did I cause you pain?" 

Another smile came across her lips and it felt like an explosion in her chest. A miracle. She shook her head no.

"I will never cause you pain." His lips brushed her neck back and forth. "Can you trust me?"

Yes, she nodded, absolutely believing that he spoke the truth. Something about him- something clicked in her the moment she'd heard his voice. He'd made her feel so much, things she hadn't felt since...

No, should couldn't, would not, go to that place right now. Not here, not with this man. Tonight it wouldn't be pretend. 

While she'd been lost in thought, he'd come around to face her. She couldn't see it, but his face was concerned, thoughtful. "I lost you somewhere. I said there was no going back but if you're having second thoughts..." He let the sentence die off, taking his hands off her soft skin and putting them at his sides.

Panic set in, slight but enough to wake her from her thoughts. Quickly she pulled his hands up and placed them around her waist. Her head on his chest, she vigorously shook her head no. 

"Okay, okay. Shhh. I'm not leaving. I just wanted you to know that you can change your mind." 

Taking a deep breath, she relaxed back into his warmth again. Her legs felt slightly weak and she wobbled. Moving forward, he caught her up and set her in a chair. She sank in, inhaling his scent mixed with fine leather. 

"Open your eyes." 

For a moment, just a split half of a second, she thought of refusing him. Curiosity won out over doubt. It actually took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light. Once they did there was nothing in her vision but his rugged face and amazing eyes. So familiar to her somehow. So honest as he stared back at her. 

Unable to sustain the contact, she looked down, noticing how he sat in front of her as if it were an everyday occurrence. His hands were on the seat beside her thighs. Dark against light. Her chest tightened and to her utter horror tears burned her eyes. She tried to dash them away before he could see but it was a useless attempt. 

He sat forward and ran his thumbs through the salty trails her tears had made on her cheeks. "Why? Why did you come here? This place, it isn't for someone like you. You're not the kind of woman who needs what this place is offering." 

He was wrong. The darkness reared its ugly head. She closed her eyes so he couldn't see it in her. The emptiness that she'd begun to forget was suddenly very close to overwhelming her. She had to make it stop. Make it go away. It had to be him. Desperation clawed its way up her throat.

Control. She needed to gain control. She'd let him sidetrack her from what she'd come here to do. To push back the darkness. To hide. To forget. 

He saw the change come over her. Like a mask had come down over her face, softness turned hard, cold, and distant. More like the women that came here every night. She was determined to shut down. He wasn't going to let her. He'd give her what she wanted, then he'd break her back down. Make the softness return.

"Are you sure you want it this way?" 

Her eyes opened and all he saw was fire, burning bright and hot. It was in control. Eating her alive. 

He knew that fire. Recognized it in him. Pulling her up as if she weighed nothing, he let her believe she was in control. With a growl that surprised him, she took his face in her tiny hands and held him still while she devoured his mouth. 

With her ankles locked behind his back, his hands were free to roam. Up the smooth tautness of her thighs, over her leather covered ass, her heat reaching him through the thick material. 

His hands digging into her flesh, she reared back and with a strength her size hid, ripped his shirt open, buttons flying. She froze, eyes taking in the two large scars on his upper left chest. For just a moment, the sight brought her back from the edge and she was able to meet his eyes. It didn't last.

The mask came back too quickly but her gaze didn't waver as she leaned down and let her tongue trace a trail of fire along his scars. This time the growl was his. Pulling the ruined shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, he threw it on the floor, lifted her higher, turned and pressed her body into the nearest wall. Not giving her a chance to catch her breath, he ripped her flimsy shirt down the front then gave the pretty little black lace bra underneath the same treatment. 

Her upper body was exposed to his hungry gaze and like the predator he resembled suddenly, he licked his lips, his mouth watering for a taste of her. Locking her wrists above her head with one hand, he used the other to push her breast up, pinching the nipple just hard enough to make her squirm but not causing pain. Just as he'd done with her neck, he marked the plump upper flesh with his teeth, dragging a moan from deep in her gut. 

He claimed her nipple, nipping, sucking and pulling it deep into his mouth. Her hands burned with the need to touch him but his hold was solid, unbreakable. It wasn't long before she was actively fighting to free herself, wanting to scratch him for imprisoning her. 

Heart pounding out a punishing cadence, she bucked her hips into his hard stomach, seeking relief of some kind. The fire was trying to consume her, making her gasp for breath.

His own need was close to spiraling out of control. Releasing her hands, he moaned as they immediately gripped two handfuls of his hair and pulled until his lips were locked with hers again, feasting on his tongue. 

Moving away from the wall, he turned and half stumbled, blind with want, to the desk, knocking everything in reach off the top and laying her across the cold glass surface. She never even reacted to the cold at her back.

Dangerously on edge, he pushed her tiny skirt up even further up her hips, tearing the matching scrap of black lace from her lower body and spreading her thighs wide, releasing the scent of her lust. He'd gone past being gentle. The moment his mouth touched her she screamed but it wasn't enough. He wanted more. Wanted her shaking, bucking and begging him to stop. 




Stay



On her knees next to the bed, she waited for His return. Having stepped out of the room, He had left her alone in the dimly lit quarters. she dared not lift her eyes to take in her surroundings, lest He return and find her not just as He had left her. So there she knelt, stripped down to her lace panties and knee high boots, all black to match her ebony hair that hung down to her mid back. While she dared not move her eyes or her body, she could not keep her mind from racing. What dark pleasures did He have in store for her? When would He return? Will she be able to please Him?

she had not heard Him return nor did she feel His eyes behind her, watching, waiting. The pain in her knees grew and with each breath she became more aware of every strand of rough carpet pressing deeper into her skin. Surely He would not mind if she shifted her weight. Shifting herself very slightly to the left she felt the blood rush past her right kneecap and breathed a sigh of relief. It was the moment of disobedience that He was waiting for. As she shifted to the right to afford the other knee the same relief, she felt His hand roughly grasp a handful of her hair at back of her head and she knew she had blown it.

Quickly pulling her up to her feet, He spoke not a word but she was fully aware of His displeasure. One task was hers...STAY...and she had failed. Instinctively her hands leaped to her head, another mistake. In one swift motion He released her hair, grabbed both wrists in his large hands, and pulled them down to behind her back. In the next moment, her hands were bound behind her back and He planted a sharp slap on her ass. she bit her lip to avoid crying out. He then continued preparing her for His punishment.

First, He would deprive her of her ability to see or hear what was coming. A thick mask with foam padding was placed tightly around her face. She opened her eyes but she was in total darkness. Next he pressed something into her ears. she immediately recognized the sensation of foam earplugs expanding in her ear canal, closing off the ambient sounds around her. Now she wished she had taken a moment to look around the room. Grasping the rope joining her wrists together, He pulled and she followed, walking backwards, nearly failing to keep pace with Him, nearly tripping in her heeled boots. He stopped and she followed suit, her heart racing in fear and anticipation of His next move. her wrists were unbound and her hands fell free to her side. Despite the need, she resisted the urge to grasp her wrists and rub them.

His strong grip on her upper arm quickly brought her thoughts away from her hands. Forcefully He bent her forward and she felt her chest pressing against a hard surface. Her hands were pulled up over her head and quickly bound to the surface, arms fully extended. Next her feet were pulled to the side each in turn and her ankles bound at the base of whatever she was bent over.

Then nothing.

Silence.

Darkness.

No hint of His presence.

She strained to hear something...anything that might give her some inkling of what was to come.

But there was nothing.

she became aware of another sensation. The room seemed to get cooler. Not in the sense that she had been nearly nude for some time now, but more like the heater had been turned off. Yes, the room had been getting cold and she could feel the goosebumps rising from her flesh. Again, a cue He was waiting for.

she felt her panties being pulled from her ass and a new fear welled up within her. He usually caressed her before removing her undergarments, but no caress was felt this time. Instead they were pulled away from her ass with enough force to tear the delicate lace in two. Releasing the torn fabric, it fell down her legs, one side catching on the top of her boot, the other draping over the restraint at her ankle.

And then it came. The sharp sting of the thin-stripped leather flogger across her ass made her cry out. Immediately she felt His hand across her mouth, a clear message. He removed His hand and there was another blow across her ass. This time she bit her lip, grunting against the pain. Another blow followed by several strikes in a row, each one more intense than the last. She fought against crying out, tears soaking the foam mask and just as she thought she could restrain no longer, the flogging stopped. Releasing her teeth-grip on her lip, she felt the heat of the blood rushing beneath her skin as her lip swelled. As she drew in a deep, shuddered breath, attempting to gather herself, she felt His hand again grab a handful of her hair as her wrists and ankles were simultaneously released.

Again He gripped her arm, this time pulling her up from her flogging position. she followed his lead as He led her to her next position. Grasping her upper arms in either hand, she sensed His unspoken instruction. Knees. Now. And she obeyed. The blindfold was pulled from her eyes and she looked up into her Master's eyes. They were dark, deep, and she knew He was not finished with her. His fly was already open, His dick pointing directly into her face. she began to part her lips as He grabbed her by the back of her head and slammed His cock into the back of her throat. she fought against the spasms of her gag reflex, a sensation that enthralled Him and He fucked her throat harder. she glanced up at him with tears now streaming down her cheeks but He did not return her gaze. Instead He was looking straight ahead of Him. She thought she understood it to mean that He was punishing her with no eye contact. Then He gave a short nod.

The leather strips stung against her red welted ass and her eyes shot open wider and up to Him as instinctively she tried to pull away and see who or what had inflicted the strike. But His grip on her head remained firm, pushing her mouth further down his shaft. she knew better than to try again. Each of His thrusts was followed by another stinging strike on her flesh, the leather falls traveling down the back of her thighs with each blow. She cried out against his hard dick, a firm, fleshy gag preventing any sound from escaping her throat. He pulled her by her hair off his cock just in time for Him to cum across her chest, His juices pumping out across her tits, warm against her goosebumped flesh.

He lowered Himself to one knee in front of her and spoke. She could not hear Him, but read His lips clearly. Hands down. She followed His order, positioning herself on all fours, lowering her gaze to His foot and knee. She felt two hands pulling her ass cheeks apart as something was rammed into her asshole. She screamed out in a mixture of surprise and pain at the intrusion. As she felt her hair being pulled back by the assailant behind her, her eyes met His as His mouth formed a tsk tsk while His head slowly shook from side to side. A red ball on a black strap approached her lips as the pull on her hair strengthened. Immediately she opened her mouth and He strapped the ball gag into place and replaced the blindfold.

The moment His hands left her head, the assailant grasped her hips and began ramming her hole faster and harder. Each time she felt as if her arms would give out, she was pulled back up by the hair of her head. She cried out against the gag and tears again soaked the mask against her cheeks. The assailant continued to fuck her ass until she came, drenching the carpet at her knees.

Her assailant released her and she fell flat to the floor. She was barely aware of the gentle hands rolling her to her side just before a warm blanket was draped over her. The ball gag was removed followed by the earplugs. Slowly she became aware of murmuring voices around her, several voices in hushed conversations. Still blind, she was aware of His presence as He knelt down by her head. His hands gently lifted her head and place a pillow for her to rest on. He then began to lift the blindfold from her eyes as she heard His deep gentle voice, "Good girl," but she was too breathless to respond.

"Thank You, Sir." She heard the words at the same moment the blindfold was removed and she saw the woman kneeling in front of her, gazing at Him with devoted eyes.



Stay Another Day



I want to give a big thanks to the editor of this story, a very clever and patient lady called Bella Mariposa. Where this reads fluently and clearly, it is down to her. The rubbish bits are all my own doing.



I was thirty nine when I first stopped feeling young. I was sitting at a table in a pub watching a striking young woman I called Cat - a stranger until this day - walk to the bar to buy me a pint of Guinness. We had just played a game of pool and she had lost a wager for a drink.

Cat, or Mai, to give her actual name, was a twenty one year-old Asian/American student. She was just a tiny bit shy on the surface, but very feisty and sensual underneath. Cat was clever, quick witted and beautiful.

She was five feet, four inches of womanly curves, an hour glass stunner, with long black hair, brown eyes and the most gorgeous killer full-lipped smile I've seen it my life. 

There is something so wonderfully alluring about seeing a really good looking woman wearing tight jeans, with shapely hips and a gently rolling ass, slowly walk away from you. And then there was her smile.

It could take your heart, that smile. It did mine, and in return, God forgive me, I think I snapped hers in two. 

I'm Carl. Cat also sometimes called me Mr B, although she would never say why. I'm a white Englishman. I wouldn't be the ugliest guy in your local bar, but not the best looking either. I'm tall and slim, with grey eyes and dark hair.

From time to time, people tell me I look similar to an actor called Clive Owen, who starred in 'Sin City' and 'The International' among others, although I think we are only vaguely alike, and he is much more handsome. Maybe I could just stretch it enough to say I resemble Clive a little when he is tired and having a bad hair day. 

It was a rainy Friday afternoon in Southampton when I first met her. She came into the pub to escape an early August storm. I was there having a couple of beers and games of pool with my friend Jeff.

The company I had worked at for five years in site management had just lost major contracts in the recession, and along with eighty percent of their workforce, I had been laid off. I hadn't really liked the job much, but the pay had been good. Fortunately, I managed to get similar employment lined up, but it didn't start until December. Jeff was a self-employed car mechanic, and work was slack for him too: hence, the afternoon drinking. 

There were two pool tables there, and playing on the other one were two young women. One was a cute, slim blond, and the other a more curvaceous, golden skinned, black haired girl, a real beauty, who gave me a lovely little smile both with her mouth and her flashing brown eyes.

I slammed in the black ball just after the beauty had defeated the blond. "I'll take you on in a winner's game," I suggested.

"Ok, and the loser can buy the winner a drink," she replied, in what I assumed was a North American accent.

I racked them up, she broke, and we were away. She was good, better then I, and got to the black first. It was a hard shot, as is was tight on a cushion at an acute angle. She moved right in front of me and bent over to take the shot. 

'Oh God,' I thought as her fantastic shapely ass - which was full, firm and rounded, clad in very, and I mean very, tight blue jeans - moved into my admiring view.

I exchanged an awestruck glance with Jeff. She took her time and wiggled her cute butt a tiny bit just before the stroke. I felt warm in the face. The black stayed in the jaws of the pocket, and I managed to finish her off.

She nodded and asked me what I wanted. I drained the last of my current pint and handed her the empty glass. "A Guinness, please."

While she went to the bar, Jeff and I sat down at a table. She returned with a smile on her face, carrying two glasses. She beckoned her friend to join us. "This is Ashley," she said.

Ashley gave us an unenthusiastic "hi" as she sat.

I looked at the beauty again after she sat. She was wearing a very baggy, mostly white shirt, which had a picture of a cartoon cat on it. 

"And you are Cat I assume," I said.

"No, I am Mai," she said, with the smile peeking out a little again.

"But Cat suits you."

"Well, whatever, I guess," she said, with a shrug and a bigger smile.

She looked so pretty sitting there, and we chatted more. Mai and Ashley were students at a local university, where they were doing a short summer preparatory course for foreign students. The bored Ashley was from Canada, and the lively eyed Cat from California.

I was getting a few little subtle flirting signs from Cat. She stroked her hair, and smiled at me, while maintaining nearly constant eye contact. She leaned back in her chair, opening her body invitingly.

'She just likes to flirt,' I thought. 'There is no way I would get lucky enough to have any hope with an exquisite young beauty like her. You are way too old Carl, you have no chance.'

Ah, but I did have a chance, as it happened. Cat and Ashley had to brave the rain, and leave, to return for a part of their course. As we were saying goodbye, she took her mobile out and looked at it, and then me, rather meaningfully. I took the bait.

"Maybe we can do this again? You might even get to win next time Cat," was the best line I could come up with.

"Sure, that could be fun," she replied, smiling. We exchanged numbers and the girls left.

We went outside to the beer garden and smoked some cigarettes, hiding under a sun umbrella to escape the rain. "I don't believe that," Jeff said. "You've just been pulled, mate, by probably the best looking woman in this city... fucking unbelievable. You can buy me a couple of pints on the back of that kind of luck." So I did.

My luck held later that day as well. I was rang by a company I'd had an interview with the previous week. I managed to get three months temporary work, covering sick absence at a big tool hire firm, doing some stock control and delivery arranging. It turned out to be a badly paid job with asshole bosses, but still, such is life.

Cat played on my mind that evening. I'd been, in one way or another, chasing after the opposite sex since I was about fourteen, and she had to be the best looking woman I had ever personally seen, let alone dated. It seemed absurd to me that I could be of interest to her.

I sat in my little second floor one bedroom apartment, which I purchased on a mortgage three years ago for far more than its current value. Even so, love it. It is by the waterfront. There is a sliding patio door, leading out to a tiny balcony overlooking a yacht marina and a small commercial quay. Sometimes, I like to sit there drinking tea and smoking, watching the boats return to their berths as the sun lowers and dies. 

I tried to keep cool, and managed to hold off contacting her until the following morning. I texted her, asking if she wanted to meet up that evening. I went to a cricket game with Jeff in the afternoon. There was no reply from Cat all day, and I was thinking about phoning her tomorrow. I figured if I couldn't get hold of her, I'd assume she was ignoring me, and that I would be realistic and give the idea up.

I was just about to go out and find a few beers, when Cat rang me. She sounded a bit flustered. "Hi Carl, I'm really sorry I didn't get back to you, my battery had run dead and I didn't realise. I only just got the message you sent this morning. I hope you're not pissed with me?"

"No, of course not! It's great to hear from you," I reassured her. We arranged to meet in an hour at club near to the halls where she was staying. Cat looked great in a mostly black outfit and heels, with silver earrings and a chain. I suppose I looked dated, like some sort of dinosaur, with my straight jeans, black shoes, white button down cotton Oxford shirt and rumpled dark brown leather jacket.

It was crowded and noisy. Loud music of a kind I detested, but that Cat seemed to like, blasted out. Her soft, slightly parched sounding voice was especially difficult to hear. Yet we got on well enough that she didn't pull back when I leaned down to kiss her for the first time. In fact I got the whole arms around the neck and tongue in the mouth treatment in return.

We sat in a secluded corner of the club, me with a bottle of lager and Cat with a diet coke and Jack Daniels and necked like teenagers. Well, she wasn't far removed from being one, even if I long ago lost that excuse. She had a hungry mouth, and her brown eyes flashed dangerously. 

"Cat you look fantastic. I think you are very beautiful," I told her. She must have heard that a good few times, but she liked hearing me say it, judging from her smile. The evening rolled into night, and I had some more beers and she a few more diet coke's minus the Jack Daniels.

"You look almost as hot as the actress Carla Gugino did when she walked across her apartment in the film Sin City," I told her. I was rewarded with a giggle and a little play punch on my arm. 

I figured it was time to bite the bullet. "Do you want to come back to my place for a coffee Cat?"

"Yeah," she said, and kissed me again. 

We got into a taxi to go back to my apartment. In the back seat, my arm was around Cat's shoulders and my mouth was stealing a few kisses. I only noticed the relatively short journey had ended when the driver coughed loudly. I slipped him a note and didn't take the change.

I tapped the code for the outer security lock, and we took the stairs up to my apartment. When we got inside, I pulled her to me. Cat wrapped her arms around my neck and I leant my head down. Our lips met and our hungry tongues ran over each other and explored. I pulled her tightly into me and her fine full breasts squeezed into my lower chest as my now straining cock pushed against the area of her pussy mound.

When the kiss and embrace ended, we stood back. Our eyes were fixed together for a moment, and then Cat dropped hers and looked at the obvious bulge in my jeans. 

"You're stunning," I said. She smiled. There was no need for further talking now.

I took one delicate hand and led her into my bedroom, turning the light setting to three-quarters strength. I sat on the edge of the bed and Cat positioned herself on my knee, throwing her arms around my neck again as we kissed slowly and tenderly. Her full lips were soft and sensuous, and her clever, darting tongue seemed ravenous. I slipped my hand inside her jacket and stroked her back.

She broke this kiss, saying: "Give me a minute, Carl," as left the bedroom briefly, closing the door. I pulled all my clothes off, except my sorely strained boxers.

When Cat came back, she stood before me, clad only in a lacy pink bra and matching panties. Her sheer beauty stole breath from my lungs. Cat's skin was golden and flawless. Her tummy was flat and narrow, before it curved out into the swell of her hips. Her legs were shapely, smooth and proportionately long.

She looked at my probably gaping mouth and flashed me a smile of lust.

"It looks like you are enjoying what you see," she said.

"Come here," was my reply, and she did. 

That cunning tongue slipped back into my mouth as she melted against me. I held her right hand and guided it onto my pulsing cock, and she rubbed it gently through the material. I ran my hands down her back and cupped the firm cheeks of her shapely rounded ass.

The kiss broke. Cat stood back, bowed her head slightly, moved her hands to her back, unclipped the bra and tossed it aside. Her full breasts sprung free and proud. They were bigger than I expected, round and high and topped by large, hard, dark nipples. 

I knelt and put one into my mouth, rolling my tongue on it, and Cat emitted a light, barely audible moan. Her head seemed to loll back and I sucked firmly on the delightful dark cherry, while rolling its twin between my fingers.

She pulled back and glided my boxers down below my knees, before I slipped them off. My cock was jutting out and she stole a glance at it, before running her hands slowly all over my upper body.

Cat giggled when I picked her up and lay her face down on the bed. I pulled her panties off, and she drew her knees forward, so that her magnificent full buttocks stuck out in invitation. I knelt forward and kissed around the cheeks, inducing more giggles from Cat.

She quickly flipped over onto her back, and let her legs spread wide. Her pussy was shaven smooth and the lips were glistening in their flowery folds. I got my mouth between her sleek firm thighs and licked the length of her pussy up and down before zeroing in on her hard little clit, where I traced out an alphabet with my tongue.

My cock felt as though it was bursting. I sucked on Cat's clit, then slipped first one, then two fingers into her warm, wet, inviting tight cunt. I finger fucked her gently as I continued sucking and licking firmly on her clit, and was rewarded when her breathing became fast and shallow, before her whole body tensed as she let free an orgasm, wetting my fingers. I drew them to my mouth and tasted them: delicious.

Cat rolled over, on top of me, and cupped my balls in her hand, before dropping her head onto the pulsing hardness of my cock-head. She flicked her tongue around the tip, licked up and down my shaft, then took it in deep her mouth, and sucked me hungrily, while rubbing my balls.

I leant back, enjoying my little piece of heaven, watching as the raven haired beauty worked on me enthusiastically. I could have come then, but I held back, and gently pulled her mouth free from my cock. 

I moved off the bed and got a condom from a drawer. "Give it to me Carl," she requested. I handed it to her, and she ripped the foil open and had me lie back on the bed with my head on a pillow. Cat moved above me and rolled it out onto my throbbing cock. Her eyes were dilated wide with lust, and they zeroed onto mine. She took my clad cock, rubbed it on her outer pussy lips, then oh so slowly lowered herself onto it, pushing down, taking it deep.

Cat sat still for a few seconds, savouring the feeling, and then rode me slowly at first, with a feline grace, then gradually faster, as she allowed my hands to play with her full breasts and erect, dark nipples. Cat tossed her head back. 

I began thrusting strongly upwards with my hips to meet her rapid rhythm. Her mouth was open and she was sucking in oxygen fiercely as she fucked me hard and fast. She pushed my hips down flat with surprising strength, and followed her own pace, really grinding down on me, fucking me. 

Her pussy tightened on my cock as her orgasm built to its climax. She bit her lower lip, then groaned, suppressing a scream as she shot upright and began to come, wetness flooding out from her.

I grabbed Cat's hips and powered into her, riding her through her orgasm. We then lay still, and with me remaining impaled deep inside we kissed sloppily and wetly. I rubbed a finger onto her stretched cunt lips, wet it, then reached behind and underneath and slipped it into her tight asshole, tickling her momentarily.

We lay together for a few minutes, and then I discarded the unfilled condom. I went to my refrigerator and retrieved two bottles of cold Beck's beer. I drank mine rapidly; the cold nectar both cooling and refreshing me, while Cat sipped at hers. 

She rose from the bed, opened the curtains and stood for a couple of minutes, seemingly gazing out across the open water at moored boats, sipping idly at the beer. Anyone looking from the quayside in her direction would have seen a stimulating sight.

I sat staring at the view of her ass, with its shapely ripeness, and marvelled at the way her hips flared and flowed into her narrow waist. Hers was a body of soft feminine curvatures, devoid of straight lines. It was magnificent.

Cat placed the beer down and moved back across to the bed. We both knelt on it facing each other, and kissed, as she reached for my still hard cock and played with it as I caressed her breasts and plump nipples.

"You haven't come yet. It's your turn now," she said.

She kissed my forehead first, then nose, mouth again and chin. She slowly headed south with soft lingering kisses, tracing around my neck and shoulders, then sucked briefly on my nipples, and bit them gently. As she moved down to my stomach, my cock nestled between her full breasts. I looked and saw a tiny trace of pre-cum glisten silvery in the valley there.

Finally her clever mouth found the head of my cock. At first she sucked it slowly and softly, and then licked up and down the shaft, before, almost mockingly, she kissed her way back north, ending up by sucking my tongue.

Cat's hand found my cock again and wrapped a thumb one side of it and her fingers the other. She began to jack me off with slow firm strokes to start, then faster even firmer ones as my I thrust with her hand movements. I felt my breathing go ragged, and with a cry I blasted cum out in a curving arc, spraying onto her breasts.

Cat then moved down and placed my cock between her full tits, and milked the final drops from it. To finish, she leaned over and sucked the remaining cum into her mouth. 

She laughed as she rubbed and spread some of the cum onto her smooth flat tummy and even onto her hidden belly button. 

"I'm all messy now," she laughed.

"Well, we can soon fix that." I replied.

We rocked into the shower after that, soaping each slowly other under the warm jets. It was so erotic. I licked and kissed every single inch of her body in there, and she, nearly all of mine.

We towelled each other dry. She slipped another condom onto me and we fucked again. This time, I had her lean over the armrest of my sofa in the lounge, with her ripe golden ass pushed out invitingly. I got behind her, grabbed a hip in one hand and balled her long black hair in the other as I ploughed into her sweet tight pussy, and rode her hard. She was alternating in playing with her own nipples and rubbing her clit when she came, and I followed almost immediately, erupting massively.

I slipped out with an almost obscene, yet somehow charming slurping sound. Cat rose and turned and kissed me deeply again, while rubbing and kneading my butt cheeks like she was a baker working with bread dough.

I went to discard the condom. "I'm going to go back on the pill," she announced. "I want to feel you come inside me next time."

'Next time,' I thought. 'Fucking great stuff.' I passed a mirror and saw a massive grin on my face. 

I fetched myself another cold beer. When I returned to the bedroom Cat was tucked up under the bed covers, and looked close to sleeping. We had a last cuddle then fell asleep in each other's arms. 

In the morning, I woke first. I made us two cups of tea and brought them back to bed. She wouldn't drink it, so I made her a coffee.

"That's better," she said. After drinking it, she pulled the sheets back, exposing that gorgeous, curvaceous body in invitation. Well, I didn't need any more encouragement, and we enjoyed a long slow fuck, and then a short fast one about thirty minutes later.

Cat had a very open, charming personality. She was so easy to talk to. We chatted about what we could do that day. She wanted to visit Stonehenge, and I agreed.

"Do you have a regular girlfriend?" Cat asked me.

"No, not at the moment, do you know any candidates to fill the vacancy?"

She laughed, and then looked a tiny bit serious. "You're not married or some shit are you?"

"No, but I was. Are you?"

"No I'm not, don't act dumb, and no, I have no boyfriend currently, although unlike you, I may have a likely candidate in mind."

We smiled together.

"Well, seeing as we are opening up a tiny bit Mr B, I can tell you that you're my fourth lover, and you may get to be my third boyfriend, that is, if you are very lucky and don't tease me too much."




Stay Another Day



"So you've had two boyfriends and three lovers before. Was one lover a one-nighter?"

"No," Cat replied. "It's like this... Boyfriend and lover number one was Kyle. I guess you could say we popped each other's cherry. We dated for about a year. It was nothing more than kids having fun, and then we drifted apart. 

After Kyle, I dated Christopher, who was boyfriend and lover number two. I really loved him; well, I thought I did at the time. We were at the same college. He seemed an all round great guy for a few months, but then... the lies... the let downs. You understand?"

"Did he hurt you badly?"

"It was bad for a while. He was sweet, sexy and caring, well, for a period he was. I was pretty cut up. You realize?

"Yes I do Cat. I've been there too. So then, I'm in suspense, who was lover number three?"

"Well, um, ok, I'll 'fess up. After I split with Chris, I was distrustful of guys; it was a kind of a 'first cut is the deepest' thing, I guess you could call it. I was also really busy studying for my final papers, and didn't have the time or the wish for any invasive relationship. But," she said, blushing a tiny bit, "I have a very high sex drive. So...."

"So?" I replied, laughing a little.

"Ah, don't laugh at me," she chastised me, but giggled a little herself. "So I got myself a fuck-buddy."

Just to tease her, I pretended I didn't understand what she meant.

"Ok, what that means is a person you just meet and have sex with. No strings, no dependence either way. No holding hands and thinking about a shared tomorrow. You just meet for sex. I hooked up with a guy from the internet, called Josh. He was twenty nine, so a bit older than me. He was a business high-flyer and had no time for a meaningful relationship. The sex was good. Josh was not selfish in bed, if you get me. We used to meet on Wednesday evenings and sometimes on Sunday afternoons for an hour or two of sex. Then after a while, I realised I liked him as a person, so I ended it." 

We talked more, and she opened up about herself and her background. Cat described herself as Asian American. Her father's family were all ethnic Japanese. Her mother was mixed race, mostly Asian but some part Mexican and European too. She seemed an exotic blend to me. She was certainly a beauty.

She was raised mostly in California, but had also lived short-term in a number of major cities across America. Her father had a high powered finance job for a big pharmaceutical firm, and followed any career advancement opportunity slavishly. Cat didn't like moving to new schools and having to make and then lose new friends a number of times in her childhood.

"It made me feel rootless Carl."

She had an older brother, following in Dad's footsteps, and a much younger kid sister who made her smile whenever she mentioned her name. She described her Mom as kind and loving, and her Dad as a bit cold and controlling, although very loyal.

"Why did you come to England Cat?" I asked her. 

"English literature Carl; I've loved it for years. You could say it's my 'thing.' I love writers such as Austin, the Bronte sisters, some Shakespeare, all of the classic stuff, Hardy and Dickens and others. I have my degree in it, so I thought I may as well come here to the place itself in for further studies. I'll do a Masters in maybe two years, and then I'll probably go home and teach Lit. Well, that's the plan at the moment anyway," she laughed.

"It sounds a pretty good plan to me."

She smiled. "Maybe it is, but I'm still reserving the right to change my mind. Coming here was a big deal for me. It was sort of the first time I have chosen any path. Before, everything I have done has followed what my parents, well, my Dad, wanted. He was not keen on me coming here, he thinks it's pointless, and then there is the cost I guess. He still has to agree to me actually starting full-time in October."

"Will that be a problem?"

"I don't know Carl. I'm going home for three weeks at the beginning of September. I will find out then I guess, but I want to stay here."

"You must find it strange being in a different country and culture. Are you a very patriotic girl Cat? I'm only asking as you don't wear stars and stripes panties."

She lightly punched my shoulder in mock anger. "I am kind of patriotic, but not as much as I used to be."

"Why not Cat?"

A sad and slightly angry look marred her pretty face. "Well, Dad never told me about this, but last year I found out that his parents were amongst many thousands of ethnic Japanese people that were put into internment camps during the Second World War, even though they were loyal American citizens. My grandparents lost a successful business, and when they were eventually freed they were completely broke and had to start again with nothing. Some of their - and by definition my - relatives died in those camps through medical neglect. So Carl, yes I am patriotic, but not blindly so."

This was deep stuff. 'There's a lot more to you than your beauty and quick wits,' I thought. Cat looked distracted, lost in reflection.

"How is this course suiting you?" I asked, for the want of something better to say.

Another thoughtful look: "Well, let's put it this way, I now know the differences in essay writing and bullshit academic practises between the US and British systems, so it's now no use. In fact, it's good you asked me that, as it has helped me decide to quit it."

"Really?"

"Yup, I'll quit on Monday and try to get some of the fees back."

"Good luck with that," I said, "You will need it."

Well, she did quit, and also failed to get any money refunded.

After that first night, Cat pretty much moved in with me. I never asked her to, and she never asked if she could. It just happened organically. The usual pattern to things was that she would come around to my apartment some time after I had finished work. We tended to fuck, go out for a meal and then a drink, or go out for a meal and a drink, then fuck... happy times.

She would always stay the night. When I left for work in the mornings, Cat tended to hang out with her friend Ashley, when Ashley had free time, surf the internet, or read. Her mind was voracious; she seemed to tear through books in an extraordinarily short time. She and Ashley also liked exploring new places, although their financial situations meant they couldn't roam very far.

Bit by bit, Cat moved all of her admittedly few belongings and clothes into my place. She also began to move things around in my apartment, and was full of suggestions on how to improve it. Her tastes were surprisingly minimalistic. I was never much of a homemaker, so I was happy enough to let her get on with it.

One evening when we were in bed after just having just made love, Cat propped herself up on an elbow and gave me a meaningful look. "I like you because you are brave enough to be honest, and you are never deliberately cruel to people, although you tease me too much sometimes. Also, I adore that you have sad grey eyes and when you go to kiss me I close my eyes and feel my tummy tighten. Oh, yeah, and to stroke your male ego, I like your big cock."

I replied. "Well, this is the best I can do Cat. I like you because you are smart and funny. Your mind is always searching, and you are beautiful and great to talk with. You also fuck like a train. Is that enough?"

She laughed and then hit me on the head with a pillow. "Try a bit harder than that with the compliments next time Mr B."

The following morning, Cat was browsing through 'The Lonely Planet Guide to Britain' and 'Fodor's England' while I was leaving for work. "There are so many interesting places I'd like to see over here, I wish I could get around more and check some out," she said. 

'Screw it,' I thought. 'Why not play fairy Godfather for once?' "Well, if I leave this crappy job maybe I can show you some of England from the back of a motorbike."

"Don't be insane. You can't do that."

"It's summer Cat. You are young and I am not. I'm going to chuck this job in today and have some free time. I will be on good money from December anyway. Why not enjoy ourselves?"

My mortgage and regular bills were nearly manageable for a few months with what I already had in the bank, so I just needed some cash to enjoy spending time with Cat. 

I've never been a great one for collecting material possessions, the exception being that I owned two classic British Triumph motorbikes, a 1966 TT Special, and a 1973 T100R Daytona. I had bought them both cheaply when they were in conditions of total neglect, and I spent loving time and money restoring them as well as I could. Well, my friend Jeff actually did most of the restoring, but still. 

"I can only ride one at a time," I told Cat when she told me I was "crazy" to think of selling one. 

I sold the Daytona to a specialist dealer for a nice few thousand. I could have gotten more selling it privately but didn't want the hassle or the wait. I slipped Jeff a thousand, which I thought might help keep him in beer for a while.

The bosses were none too pleased at me quitting with no notice given, muttering about being let down and not providing me a future reference, and that I violated my employment contract or some such crap. So what, they didn't treat their customers or employees with respect, so why should I have any in dealing with them? 'Fuck 'em,' I thought.

I bought Cat a leather jacket that looked ultra hot on her and a helmet. I was going to give her the things my last live-in girlfriend had left behind, but somehow figured that may not go down too well.

During the day, we rode the bike out all over the South of England. We walked through London streets in the summer rain, saw the dreaming spires of Oxford, the rolling Cotswold Hills and the Jurassic coastal cliffs and beaches of Dorset. We went to museums, historic villages and towns. She picked out tasteful little silver or brass ornaments for my apartment, which we bought cheaply from charity shops. We always ate out, at cafés, pizza joints, burger bars, pubs or restaurants. 

We visited a few of my old friends, where I enjoyed the envious looks in their eyes and their incredulity at my fortune. "You lucky bastard," was a phrase I heard more than once when out of Cat's earshot. 

She was a smart young woman, and her mind was ever inquiring. Cat sought out new experiences, and fed from others' knowledge. Her mind seemed to work a little bit like a snowball gathering more material as it gently rolled down a hill.

In the back of my mind, I sometimes thought our relationship would not last very long. There was the age gap for one thing, and the fact she was so gorgeous to look at. In a way, it was hard to go to a place with her and watch heads turn. Or to go to the bar to order a drink and find some guy trying to hit on her when you return to the table. 'One day she will find something, or someone, better than you Carl,' I thought. My defence mechanism told me I just had to enjoy this while it lasted, and to think of her as a joyous fleeting treasure, not a permanent one.

After returning home late when the sun had died, sometimes we would curl up on the sofa and watch DVDs, or she would pretend to enjoy listening to my musical collection. Mostly, we went to local bars and pubs where I drank Guinness or whisky and she diet coke, with a very occasional shot of Jack Daniel's in it. Or we went to the movies or lost money in a casino. After returning home, we fucked each other's brains out for hours.

The day most embedded in my memory was when we rode lazily deep into the country lanes of a beautiful Hampshire area called the New Forest. We had a meal and a drink in a pub garden full of flowers, then walked through a deserted hidden rural idyll. We made love just before the evening stole the daylight, as wild scents drifted in on the breeze.

We had ridden for hours earlier that day and decided to stride out the stiffness from our legs. We walked for maybe half an hour, coming across no other people, through some woods, alongside a meandering stream, until we found a small lake shimmering under the late afternoon sun, and rested. The air was hot and I felt warm and sticky, as well as horny yet again.

"That water looks inviting," I said. "I feel like skinny dipping and getting cool."

Cat nodded and smiled at me. "Good idea, let's do it together." 

"Sure," I agreed. Very rapidly I pulled my shirt over my head, flicked off my shoes, and pulled my socks, jeans and boxer shorts down, finishing while Cat was still in her bra and panties. I saw her look at my semi-hard cock before I turned and ran into the water. It was not deep, but it felt shockingly cold when I dipped my head under the surface. 

I turned to see her ripe naked body following me in. All too soon, she leant down, so that her sweet smooth mound and swaying hips were below the water level, and then she bent her knees further so that her full breasts were underwater as well.

"Ahhh, it's freezing Carl!"

"Yes it is." 

I moved to her, put my hands around her waist and pulled her upright, so the water was only thigh high.

"I know a way to warm you up though Cat."

"Oh really, you do surprise me," she laughed. 

I moved my lips gently down onto hers, melting them together in a long kiss as I ran my hands up and down the glossy skin of her back. Then she moaned softly as I cupped her breasts and rolled the nipples between my fingers.

My cock pressed against one of her hips. Cat ran one hand through my hair and with the other, reached down and stroked along my cock's length, then cupped my cold tightened ball sac, squeezing and pulling tenderly and loosening and warming me up there. I lowered my mouth onto a hard plump nipple and sucked it hungrily. 

Then I lifted Cat up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her hands around the back of my neck. Her smooth pussy mound was lined up with my cock. She nibbled my ear gently as my cock entered her opening. The water matched her own wetness as I sunk my iron hard pole fully inside her. The cold of the lake water and the heat of Cat's body formed an abundance of sensation that teased my body.

As much as we could, with me holding her aloft, we rocked our hips back and forth, but I sensed both of us wanted more friction, an increased power, in this lovemaking. Still holding this position, I walked us out of the lake while she squeezed my cock with her strong pelvic muscles. I moved towards a grassy embankment. 

I lay her down gently on the slope, in a position where her head was a foot or so above her feet. She drew her knees up slightly and widened them as I rode her deep and fast, really hammering into her. Cat moaned softly. The sun gave her skin a golden sheen as her breasts shuddered up and down. I leaned forward and sucked on her big erect nipples one at a time.

Her pussy was so tight and wet. Cat's nails dug harshly into my shoulders. I felt her body tighten briefly like a bowstring and her cunt flooded juice. I rammed a brutal last thrust, burying myself deep inside her and let a torrent of cum loose from my balls to soak her further. 

We both exhaled noisily in completion, and as my head found its resting place between her welcoming breasts, she ran her fingers through my hair. 

"I love you Carl." This was the first time she said it. 

"And I love you Cat." It made me happy, deep inside, to hear and say those words. 

Riding back home, the nasty, but sometimes wise, inner voice that hides inside my head spat out cynical thoughts. 'She's a gold digger, only saying she loves you because you're spoiling her with attention. She's just an immature kid, and says that to every guy she dates. It's meaningless, so don't trust her. She'll be gone in a week.' 

Perhaps Mr. Cynical was right, but I chose to ignore him.

I woke Cat up early one morning, with the sound of my hacking cough. What I had thought was just an annoying, mild virus, was lingering and worsening. My chest was beginning to hurt quite badly sometimes, not during, but after, exertion. I seemed to be losing some weight, and it showed, as I was slim to begin with.

"Carl, you need to see a doctor. That cough is terrible," Cat said, with concern written in her eyes.

"It's nothing that I haven't had worse before. 

It will pass in a few days," I replied. I had made it a life goal to try and avoid doctors like the plague, wherever possible. 

"It's getting worse. Don't be stupid, do something about it! Also, you should cut down on the cigarettes. You smoke far too many every day."

"I'm going to quit after my birthday in December. I'll get nicotine patches, and summon up willpower from somewhere." 

Although this was actually true, Cat gave me a dismissive, sideways glance. 'At least it's not having a negative effect on our sex session,' I thought. 

And like the fool I was, I did nothing about the lung annihilating cough. 

Time sped by all too quickly, and soon it was only six days before she had to travel home for three weeks. 

Returning home from a store in the evening, with coffee and milk – Cat would never even try tea – I caught the end of an obviously troubling phone call. Cat was in tears and shaking slightly as she replaced the receiver. 

She ran to me and hugged me tightly. I wrapped my arms round her and held her close. 

"What's wrong Cat?" I asked, gazing at her tearstained face. 

"I phoned home to speak with my Mom and kid sister, but Dad answered. He found out I left the pre-university course and he was angry with me. He is saying he will not pay for my studies here because he doesn't approve of my attitude. I am in bits. I tried to explain things to him but he would not listen. Then I told him about you, and it made everything worse. He was shouting at me, telling me the sooner I got back home, the better."

I stroked her hair and kissed her. 

"Ok, this won't mean much now, but things usually don't end up as badly as you think. When you get home and have time to talk with him when you are both calm, it may end up being ok."

"Thanks for trying to help Carl, and for always being so sweet with me." 

I tried, but failed, to stop her tears. I remember thinking I may well soon see the last of her.

To try to take some of the sting out of her crappy phone call, I said, "I'll tell you what Cat, as you are only here a few days more, we could we take in a short European trip; perhaps France, or Amsterdam? Somewhere close enough to be able to travel to on the bike. If you like that idea, then it's your choice where. Ok?"

Her beautiful, but sad, face lit up. Cat's eyes cleared their mistiness in a few seconds. A big, warm smile turned the position of the sides of her mouth from down to up. She looked thrilled, and then deep in thought. 

"That sounds great Carl, but where?"

I laughed, then said slowly, in a mock chastising voice, "It... is... your... choice."

"Hmmm. Bruges, Paris or maybe Edinburgh? Shit, this is difficult."

To help Cat out of her dilemma, I got a map of northwest Europe out, and gave her a pin. I covered her eyes with my hands and she stuck it in randomly. 

She picked Ireland, so we started off early the next morning. I attached some panniers to the bike and filled them with luggage, more of her stuff then mine.

We had a clear run on the roads, and caught the ferry from Wales to Rosslare Port in Ireland. We found a tourist office and booked a small cottage in County Wexford, near a beach close to the Hook Peninsula. The cottage was tiny and cramped, but cosy. It was a beautiful part of the world, full of both rugged coasts and flat sandy beaches. 

The days passed quickly. We explored the scenic, rolling landscapes of the rural areas, and small towns on the bike, or swam in the sea. In the evenings, we found a couple of pubs where local musicians would jam, and the Guinness flowed long into the wee small hours. The locals were friendly too. 




Stay Another Day



On our last evening, we walked alone on a beach as the daylight was dying, and then kissed in the salty water. As we strolled the short distance back to the cottage, I was transfixed by the sight of Cat's ass rolling as she walked. It drove me crazy. When we got inside I pulled the giggling beauty into the bedroom.

I pulled her bikini bottoms down, bent her over and stuck my tongue straight into her asshole. Cat giggled. 

"I just love your ass babe. Can I fuck it?" 

"Well, you can if you really want to. You can fuck it. Be my guest." 

"I didn't know you had ever done this before Cat."

"Oh yes!" Josh did my butt plenty of times. I knew you would want to as well, but it's taken you longer than I thought to get round to it." 

"Do you like anal sex?"

"Well, it's ok, as long as you use lube and are gentle with me. Your cock is thick." 

Cat lay face down on the bed. I quickly looked around the property, but could find no lube, so I got some butter from the kitchen and coated my cock. She dropped to her hands and knees so that her firm, ripe ass was presented to me, and she wiggled in invitation. I knelt behind and got onto my knees, resting my cock between her full, golden butt-cheeks.

I moved my hands onto her hanging breasts, pinching those big, hard, dark nipples. I could smell the fine aroma of her sweet pussy juice, and I rocked my hips back and forth, spreading the butter over the entrance to her asshole. 

Cat's asshole was so cute. I had to taste it again, swirling my tongue inside. Then I spread more butter on my fingers and worked first one, then two inside her, stretching the little muscular ring, widening it slightly.

She pushed her ass into me. "Please Carl, do it, I want your cock in my asshole. Fuck me," she groaned, and pushed her ass against me.

I put my hands on her butt-cheeks and spread them further apart, then placed my thumbs at the side of her glistening opening, widening it and readying it so I would easily be able to slide past the puckered ring with my hard cock. 

I lined it up and began to push. There was some resistance, but Cat pushed back against me and the head of my cock soon popped in. She shuddered in some discomfort. I eased about half of the length in and kept it still for a minute, letting her adjust to it. Her ring began to relax and slacken a touch, so I fed more in very gradually, until I was buried balls deep in my young lover's ass. 

Slowly, lazily almost, I began to rock my hips backward and forward. Cat moved with me, pushing back to meet my rhythm, and soon, we found a wonderful pace, fucking slowly and deeply. I pulled my cock right back out of her asshole, then pushed back into the warm, welcoming opening, several times, submerging my pole to the maximum on re-entry. I pushed her down, forcing her big breasts into the sheets, fucking her harder and faster. 

Cat began to rub on her clit. I fed two fingers into her cunt, finger fucking its welcoming dampness as I rammed her asshole. 

"Carl, Carl, Carl," she cried out, almost in a chant. 

Her hand worked rapidly on her clit. I hammered into her, riding her hard, with as much brutal strength as I could muster. 

Cat cried out, and her body shuddered and tightened. She came explosively, her wet pussy contracting tightly on my fingers, while her ass squeezed my cock. I, in turn, flooded her with cum.

When her butt had milked me dry, I pulled out. Her ass leaked a small trace of my cum. I lay beside her as she turned onto her back. She leant sideways and cuddled up to me as I eventually regained my ragged breath. My lungs felt in tatters.

"I love you Mr B, and I want to be with you always," she said, as I kissed her softly. 

When we boarded the ferry for our return crossing, Cat quickly curled up and fell asleep on a soft chair. She looked peaceful and happy, and younger than ever. I felt ill. My chest was getting painful at times. I went to a canteen area and bought a tea and sandwich. It was ok, but I had no real appetite. 

After I ate, I wandered outside onto the deck for a cigarette.

The sun was out, and the air was salty on the wind. My chest hurt when I drew the smoke deeply into my lungs. This was bad. I coughed harshly, almost in a spasm. I moved into the restroom and washed my face. I coughed again into the sink. There was some blood on the porcelain, and I felt slightly faint. 

When I returned to where Cat was sleeping, she had disappeared. I went looking and found her in a large bar area sipping on a diet coke, deep in conversation with a heavily pregnant woman. They looked happy, smiling, like old friends sharing good times, although they must have only just met. 

Cat didn't notice me, so I didn't interrupt them. I ordered a small whisky. The main topic of their conversation was obvious. The woman pointed and then held her stomach. Then she put Cat's hand there too, letting her feel a kick. Oh, the look of joy on Cat's face.

I downed the drink. I ordered a refill and rapidly lost £10 on a gambling machine, and wandered over to watch some old 'classic' boxing fights on a sports channel playing on a giant screen. 'Marvellous' Marvin Hagler was destroying Tommy 'Hitman' Hearns in a brutal war. I remembered watching the fight on television with my Dad and my younger brother Darren when it originally took place, springtime 1985. I was fifteen then. Cat was still three years away from being born.

After the fight, Darren persuaded our Dad to let him join a boys sporting club, where there was a boxing gym. Darren's skills improved quickly, and in time, he became quite good. He won a couple of trophies and medals for youth boxing, and a good few more after he joined the army. He was a tall, hard hitting middleweight, a bit like a less skilled version of Hearns. 

Darren was a sergeant when he got blown to bits by a mine in Afghanistan in 2002. I had his boxing memorabilia and his military medals in a cupboard in my apartment. Like him, they deserved a better resting place. 

Cat found me later, as I sat musing over my lost brother. She sensed my mood, but remained quiet. We wandered out to the open top deck to enjoy the warm day, but I still had to fight off a shiver. Her head leant into my chest and she cried as I talked to her about Darren. I dried her wet eyes with my handkerchief. 

"Do you think about him much?" she asked.

"Mostly when I attend a sports event, or see someone order a bottle of lager in a pub. Every time I read in a newspaper about yet another British soldier dying in someone else's war. I remember him coming home for the first time after his basic training; tanned, fit and full of pride. He was my little brother. So, to answer you, yes, I think about him a lot." 

Cat kissed my cheek and squeezed my hand tightly. There seemed nothing more to say.

A while later, her beautiful face formed into a smile as she watched a mischievous tiny boy with a grin on his face, obviously a new walker, as he tried and failed to escape the loving grasp of his mother's hand.

It made me think about what was going on inside Cat's head. Her nest building in my apartment, and the interest in the pregnant woman and the young kid spelt mother wish to me, although I may well have been wrong. She hugged me very tight and seemed excited while watching the kid's antics. Alarm bells went off in my brain. 'Oh, you lovely, silly, beautiful girl,' I thought. 'Don't waste all that love and your future on me.'

Later in that day, after we arrived home, Cat dug out Darren's military medals and a couple of good photographs of him. She told me she intended to get them framed together. She also found some of my old pencil sketches from an art club I attend. Some were of a nude female model who had posed for us there. They intrigued her.

"Draw me Mr B," she said. So I did.

She stripped and sat her magnificent body back on a chair, turning slightly to one side. I got an A3 pad and some pencils and gave it my best shot. It took about an hour before I was content with my efforts. Bless her, she sat in a perfect mode. Only her gentle breathing and the occasional glimmer of a smile permeated her composed stillness.

"All done beautiful one," I told her. She rose eagerly to see the drawing. It was probably one of the best I had ever done I thought, although with my very limited talents that is still not a particularly high recommendation.

"I love it," she said. "It's great. You can draw me like that again and even paint me. Promise me?"

"Ok, I do promise you Cat. I love that you like it, and thank you, it was a pleasure for me to have such beauty to draw."

"It was a greater pleasure for me Carl. Feel how much."

She took two fingers of my right hand, and placed them onto her pussy lips. She rubbed them there. Cat moved my fingers to my mouth, and I sucked off her delicious cream

I dropped to my knees before her. She positioned her feet farther apart and I lapped around the soft folds of her cunt lips with my tongue. I slipped it into her warm, welcoming haven and shaped it so I could drink as much of her nectar as I could. I could sense her knees trembling slightly and her breathing go ragged, and she placed her hands on my head. 

I pulled my tongue out and positioned my lips in an 'O' shape over her little pearl of a clit, and sucked it long and tenderly. Her body tightened up, and Cat groaned softly before she came. I lapped up more of her sweet juice.

I picked Cat up and carried her to bed, laying her on her back. 

We fucked slowly missionary style: me on top, her on her back with her legs spread. I rode her balls deep every thrust, with my hands under her ass, pulling her up to meet my movements. We hit a slow sweet rhythm. Our tongues joined together, rolling in each other's mouths. I told her she was beautiful and special, then slammed her hard and fast until I climaxed with her, shooting waves of cum deep inside her tight, wet, glove of a pussy.

We had a long cuddle, and although my energy levels were shot to hell, I went to my refrigerator and got a cold beer for myself and a diet coke for Cat. I then went to the bathroom and started to run a bath with some herbal bubble making liquid in it.

I had a smoke, and my chest punished me for it again, but the steam rising from the bath eased it. Cat got in too, taking the end where the taps can stick in your back. 'Now that's a caring lover for you,' I thought. I hadn't shaved for two or three days and Cat commented on it.

"I don't like your face all bristly; it rubs when we kiss." She didn't mention it rubbing between her thighs when I ate her sweet cunt out, but such is life, and I let it lie. Cat got out of the bath and found a disposable razor. She got back in, spread some of the bubbles on my face like they were shaving foam, and very slowly and tenderly shaved my face. When she was satisfied, she nodded and placed a long loving kiss on my mouth.

"Well, now you can let me shave your little puss in return, seeing how you like to be smooth," I suggested.

"Hmmmph, no way," she replied, with transparently faked annoyance. "One, I did it myself yesterday, so it doesn't need doing, and two, if you think I'd trust an old Limey with a razor down there, then you are way wrong!"

I stuck my tongue out, and told her she was, "A big baby."

Leaving the bath, we dried each other thoroughly. I ordered a large pizza for home delivery. Cat ate about eighty percent of it as we watched a frantic and exhausted Jack Bauer doing his stuff on a 24 DVD. With his haunted look, tired face and dark circles under his eyes, he reminded me of the face that greeted me in a mirror earlier. I suddenly felt desperately ill now and totally dog tired, so I left her to her viewing and went to bed. I was in a deep sleep within moments.

Well, even the most beautiful of clear blue skies have clouds waiting to drift in from thousands of miles away, and the next dawn meant the day of Cat's return home to California.

I woke at eight o'clock, brewed some tea and sat drinking it as I watched her gorgeous sleeping face. My skin felt hot and clammy, and my chest hurt badly, although I hadn't even lit the first of the day's cigarettes yet. I went for a quick shower, coughing up blood and mucus crap from my lungs. 'Yup, lung cancer,' was my thought. The strange thing was that I didn't feel sad, or angry, more resigned and accepting.

I sat on a chair by the bed and looked again at the still sleeping Cat. 'It's time for you to think Carl,' I told myself. I was totally in love with Cat, feeling a greater wealth of emotion for her than I have ever known, or thought I would ever know.

What is the greater expression of love? Is it to loyally stay, body and soul, with one person for a lifetime, facing whatever happiness or pain comes your way together? Is it the totality of joy you can give and share through physical lovemaking? Or, is the greater act of love one human can have for another the act of setting them free from sadness?

She woke, rubbed her eyes, looked around, saw me and smiled. 

"I'll set you free," I whispered.

"What did you say Mr B?" Cat asked me.

"Oh, nothing much babe. Come on Miss sleepy-head, get up, get washed and get dressed, we have to get you to a plane."

"Carl, there is one thing I need you to do for me."

"What's that?"

"Ok, put your hand on your heart and promise that you will see a doctor within two days."

"I do promise you that Cat."

On the long ride to the airport, my brain was spinning in confusion, but an idea had formed: 'It will be short but brutal, and I will hate myself afterwards, but I am going to set you free,' I thought. 'I will make you hate me Cat.'

We got there with enough time to go to a quiet area in the corner of a large food hall before the check-in time. Cat's eyes were misting up a bit when she brought two coffees to our table. 

"I know it's only going to be three weeks Carl, but I will miss you like hell."

I feigned indifference, saying nothing yet.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing," she said. "If Dad won't help me out financially it won't matter. I'm coming back and starting on my uni course and living with you anyway."

I steeled myself to look cold. "Oh, so you expect me to pay out more money on you then, do you?"

"No Carl, I will get part-time work. You won't have to pay a cent."

"I doubt that Cat. It seems to me you have spent your whole life taking money from your Dad. That's your pattern, isn't it? You just find people to finance you?"

She was hurt. "How can you say that?" she asked, with tears in her eyes. "I know you spent money on me, but I never asked you for anything."

"You didn't need to ask. You used your looks and your sex appeal to get what you wanted. And guess what? The appeal has worn off."

Her face flushed first in anger, then in sadness. "Why are you saying these things? We love each other Mr B."

"Don't call me Mr B, that's so immature. Look, I've been thinking about things. You were fun Cat, but in the end, you are just a nice piece of young ass. We had great sex, yes, but don't confuse that with love."

She started crying now, with big tears rolling down her beautiful face. "Just stop this, I KNOW you love me Carl."

"I don't love you. Guess what? That's what I say to hot young meat to keep them sweet. You are just one in a long line, you stupid kid. I'm glad you are going back to America now, as I'm getting bored with you. Take my advice, don't come back. There is nothing for you here. It's time I found some fresh pussy anyway. You were fun to be around for a while, but there is no future in it."

"NO!" She was shouting now, and people were staring at us. "You are a liar. I KNOW you love me as much as I love you!"

"You are one deluded, silly, immature little girl. All you were was a fuck, even someone as naïve as you must realise that? Why the hell would I want to be with you? You are nothing more than an embarrassment, you stupid kid. Now fuck off and check in for your flight, and don't contact me again, ever! Do you understand, you mongrel piece of shit?"

Cat almost totally collapsed then. Her head fell onto the table and her body shuddered with hysterical sobs.

I stood up and walked off. I felt as though some good part of my body had just died inside of me. 'It's kinder for her in the end, Carl,' I tried to convince myself, but I still felt terrible. I pulled the sim card from my mobile, snapped it and threw it and the mobile in a garbage bin in case she tried to phone me.

Like a rat, I slunk around a corner. I didn't leave then; I wanted to see if she made her check in. She was a smart girl, and I feared she might see through my behaviour and read it for what it was.

Eventually she rose, dried her tears and took her meagre baggage to the check-in point. I walked slowly back to the motorbike, rubbing some wetness from my eyes before putting on my helmet. I don't remember much of the trip home. I was in a devastated daze, hating myself each and every second.

After I made my way home, I smoked some cigarettes as I sat watching boats return to the quay as the evening light died. I decided I couldn't face food and coughed up more blood. I looked in a mirror and saw a man with a thousand yard stare, then went out to seek a form of punishment.

I started in a few bars in Bedford Place, getting drunk and angry. I was looking to pick a fight with someone who would punish me badly, but failed, so I moved on, ending up in an area called St Mary's. There are two pubs close together there, the Kingsland Tavern and the Plume of Feathers. I was too drunk to remember which I was in when I found what I wanted. 

There was a tough looking man drinking alone at the bar. He had a brooding and angry demeanour. When he ordered vodka, he did so in a harsh Northern Irish accent. He looked like he had walked in from a construction site. He wasn't tall, but he was very powerful. There was plenty of muscle packed around his shoulders, and his hands were huge. I walked up to him. 

"Mate, I want to ask you a question. I'm going to build a monster for the sequel to the 'Lord of the Rings' films. You are one ugly looking cunt. Can I use your face for a mould?"

"Fuck off," he replied.

"Seriously, I'll pay you £50 for it. Then you can buy a train and ferry ticket, and fuck off back to your shit hole tenement in Belfast."

This brought no verbal response, although he shifted on his bar stool, as though he was readying himself to rise to his feet.

I threw my drink over him and jabbed him in the face. I got my punishment then. He rose, and after delivering several massive punches to my face, he finally dropped me. He must have been a gentleman, as he didn't stick the boot in.

Somehow, I stumbled home. I looked into the mirror. I wasn't as drunk or hurt as I'd hoped. I just had a puffy eye blackening up, a split lip and some red swelling around my left ear. I coughed a little more blood, and felt tired almost to the point of collapse, so I had a good swig on a whisky bottle and slumped asleep on the bed fully clothed.

I woke in the morning with my head pumping pain, so I downed some codeine. I made an appointment with a taciturn doctor. He had old-fashioned square glasses, thinning grey hair and a full beard. He looked old and drained, like he should be retired. He raised a world-weary eyebrow when I told him I'd been losing weight and coughing blood. He put his stethoscope to my chest, nodded and mumbled to himself, and then made a couple of phone calls, making me an appointment at a hospital, for later that same day.

"If you got me a slot that quickly, then I must be a bad state," I said.

"It's probably not what you think it is," was his only comment.

After a mind numbing array of x-rays, blood tests, and scans, I found that I was lucky. It seemed that it wasn't the great unspoken cancer, it was tuberculosis. I was admitted to the busy, grey hospital for three weeks. 




Stay At Home Dad



I want to give special thanks to my two favorite editors, ‘LadyCibelle' and ‘Techsan' Believe me, they are two of the best. Without them my stories would not be of the quality they are.

Chapter 1

Life has been pretty good up to now. I have a beautiful and sexy wife of five years, two great kids ages four and three, both boys. I met my wife through mutual friends about six years ago. They say opposites attract, and in our case they sure did.

In high school she was the All American Girl, while I, on the other hand, was the bad boy type, somewhat of a just get by sort of guy. She went to college and I got a job in the factory. She was the dress -up sort of gal, while I was happy in jeans and a tee shirt. I think you kind of get the drift here. We were opposites. We did have some stuff in common which we'll get to later.

We met at a New Year's party. She was with a date, some rich guy who probably got his women through his money. She didn't seem like the kind of woman that could be bought. Most of the people at this party were probably above average level financially. All except me of course. I was just a good old factory worker, but a happy one. I put in my eight hours, had good benefits and very little stress. You're probably wondering how I got invited to this party in the first place.

I was driving home after work one day when I saw a car broken down on the interstate. It's a place you don't want a breakdown during rush hour. A nice expensive car. As I pulled up next to it, I recognized one of our office managers in the driver's seat. His wife looked distraught next to him. I pulled over out of the slow traffic in front of their car.

"Mr. Bailey, I'm John Davis from the rework department. Is there anyway I can help?'

"I recognize you, John, thank you for stopping. The dumb thing just stopped on me. I was lucky to be able to coast to the side. I'm sorry, I should have introduced you. This is my wife, Emma."

"How do you do, Mrs. Bailey. It's nice to meet you. I wish it could be under better circumstances. Mr. Bailey, if you want to pop the hood, I'll take a quick look. I'm pretty good at car repairs."

"I called AAA but they said it would be around two hours before they could get here. I'd be glad for anything you might be able to do."

He popped the hood and I looked around a bit. "Mr. Bailey, did you get your battery replaced lately?" I asked.

"John, you can call me Dan. As a matter of fact, we did have the battery replaced about two days ago."

"Your mechanic left a wrench on the battery and it must have jiggled around and hit the battery connectors and gave a surge that stopped your car. Let me remove it and see if it starts. I need to get a pair of gloves - this wrench is fried."

I went to my truck and got my gloves and pulled the now fried black wrench off the battery. I got my tools that I carry in the car and cleaned off the connectors as best I could. "Okay, Dan, give it a try."

The car started right up. I closed the hood and wrapped the burnt wrench in a rag and handed it to Dan.

"You might want to take this to the shop and have them check out your electrical unit to make sure there isn't any other damage. They should replace your connectors also. I got them as clean as I could. You should be okay for now."

"What do I owe you?" asked Dan.

"You don't owe me anything, Dan. Maybe someday I'll need help. It was nice meeting you, Emma. Maybe we'll meet again some time."

"Nice meeting you too, John," she said.

They drove off and I got back in my truck and went home. There is something satisfying about helping people in distress. 

A couple of days later while I was working, Mr Bailey - I mean Dan - came up to me to thanked me again. He said he took his vehicle to the dealership and they had to replace a goodly amount of the wiring. He was told that he was lucky his vehicle didn't catch fire.

"I'm glad I could help Dan."

"Emma wanted me to invite you to our New Years party if you're not doing anything. Kind of a thank you for helping us. You're welcome to bring a date if you like. If not, there will be a number of eligible ladies there." He handed me the invitation.

"Thanks, Dan, as of right now I will probably come alone. Thank Emma for inviting me. I take it that it's a suit and tie affair."

"Dress anyway you want, John. It's a party. The idea is to enjoy yourself."

I wore a pair of slacks, a blue button up shirt and a sports coat. It's about as close to getting dressed up as I get. I was greeted by Dan and Emma, who in turned introduced me to a few other people, including Cara and her date Rob. Cara is a beautiful woman and was all dressed up. She smiled at me when she said, "Hello, John, nice to meet you." Ray, on the other hand was just as I thought. An arrogant man that came from money. Cara and Ray worked in the same offices. Emma was a silent partner in the firm, but also worked there, unbeknown to most who just thought she was a middle manager. More about Emma later.

Ray was busy kissing ass with the higher ups, so I walked up to Cara and asked her to dance. We hit it off right from the get go. We danced and she told me a little about her life. She said Ray and she worked at the same office. She didn't much care for him but agreed to be his date at this party. She knew all the people from her office that were there. She didn't know too many of Dan's friends.

I told her about myself which I felt would be a turn off because I wasn't from money and I didn't have any either. It didn't seem to bother her. I guess she was pretty independent. We must have danced four dances in a row before she remembered she was with Ray. She left to go find him. I danced with a few other ladies but it wasn't quite the same. When they found out I wasn't from money, most left after the first dance. I figured they were husband hunting. Love didn't mean shit to these women. Money was the key to their success in life.

At midnight everyone was yelling, "Happy New Year," and kissing one another. I was looking for Cara when I saw her standing there. I asked her for a New Year's kiss and she gave me a peck. I pulled her back to my lips and gave her a real sensuous kiss. After about three seconds she loosened up and returned the pressure. We must have kissed three or four times, before she pulled away.

I asked her about her date and she said she thought he went outside with one of the secretaries. I asked her if she was ready to leave and I would drive her home. First, she stared at me but then we said our goodbyes to Emma and Dan, and we left the party.

"Cara, I'm not ready to take you home. Would you mind going to another party that I was invited too?"

"John, I don't know why I left with you. Ray will be pissed on Monday, because I left him."

"Tell him you saw him making out with the secretary and decided to leave. I'm sure that's what he was probably doing anyway. Please come with me. If for no other reason, do it for me. I want to show you off. You're the best looking date I've ever had."

"But I'm not your date."

"You will be if you go to the party with me. Come on Cara, live a little."

She smiled at me and I drove to one of the neighborhood parties where I knew some of my friends would be. Everyone I knew said hi to us. They all commented on what a beautiful woman Cara was. They asked me a ton of questions about her but I didn't know anything about her. We had a blast at the party. She was accepted by most everyone, although a few women were jealous of her. We partied for a good couple of hours before leaving. I drove her home. She lived with her parents still but they were gone for the weekend.

"Do you want to come in, John?" she asked.

"Only if I can make love to you," I replied.

"We just met tonight, John. What would you think of me later?"

"I want to make love to you, to possess your body. I want to kiss every inch of your body. As far as what I think of you now will only be that much better later. I could fall in love with you if I haven't already."

I could see her trying to think, right from wrong, should she or shouldn't she. I wasn't going to wait for an answer. I took her by the hand and walked her to her door. She gave me the key and we entered the foyer.

She removed her coat and we headed up to her bedroom. Not a word was said. When we got there I kissed her ever so gently.

"John, I've never done this on the first date before. I need you to know that."

I slowly unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was in only her sexy bra and panties. She also had on pantyhose which I hate. I needed to get them off first. So I slid my hands in the top of them and pulled them down over her butt. She sat on the bed while I finished removing them.

"Cara, why do women wear pantyhose?. Most guys hate them."

"Two reasons, for me John. One is to make my legs look smoother and the other is so guys won't be able to get in my pants," she smiled.

After removing her pantyhose, I lightly pushed her back onto the bed. I now repositioned myself in front of her. Reaching up I slipped my hands gently to the top of her panties slowly removing them. She spread her legs for me and I dove in, face first. Licking, sucking, tonguing, everything I could to keep her aroused. Damn, she was wet. Maybe it was the drinking all night, or even the dancing or flirting, but she was hot. It wasn't but about three minutes before she shot her first orgasm all over my face.

"My God, John, that was so good. No one has ever made me come like that and so quickly."

We continued on and made love for the next couple of hours. Of course that wasn't straight through. We had to rest in between sessions. When my member couldn't salute anymore, I finished her off one more time with my mouth.

We began seeing each other and eventually got married. Her parents weren't really happy about our nuptials, but Cara stood firm and told them we would elope if we didn't have a wedding. In her parents' society that just wasn't done. 

They threw us a really big wedding. I even felt out of place at it. The only people I knew were my mom and dad, Dan and Emma and of course Ray was there since she invited her whole office. I invited a few buddies from work but they didn't attend the wedding. They gave us cards and gifts but said they would have just felt out of place.

Her parents gave us fifty thousand dollars for a down payment on a house for our wedding present. We bought a rather modest place but it was still out of my price range. I worked overtime to help make the payments. Cara never complained about our money situation. I don't know if her parents ever gave her a little extra now and then or not. Cara knew I wanted to be the head of the household and wanted as little help from her parents as possible.

Shortly after we got married she became pregnant. We didn't have to get married. It was just that we made love day and night for weeks after we got married. Our son Jimmy was born. Cara took a leave from work so she could be with the baby. After about two months she started back part time. We could use the money. A little over a year later, our second son Jerry was born. We kept our names in the J's, There was Jimmy, Jerry and me, John. I was hoping it would be a few years before we had anymore. Cara decided to go on birth control.

She took another leave for what was supposed to be two months and then go back to work part-time again. Instead we got some bad news. My plant was closing down and they were going to consolidate our plant with another one two states away. Let me tell you, I was shocked. This was all I knew. I'd been working there since high school. Now I was about to lose my job. I came home to talk with Cara about the options they gave us. We could relocate to Illinois, we lived in Ohio, or take a severance package which was based on how long we were employed there. It was all going to happen in sixty days.

Cara said she didn't want to leave the state. Both of our families were here and she felt the kids should see their grandparents. There wasn't a lot of hiring going on in our town. Cara came up with the idea that I become a stay at home dad. Her job, if she worked full time, paid eighty grand a year. I never knew that. We actually never discussed it. She wasn't taking money from her parents; she was earning it herself. I asked her why she never told me and she said that a lot men felt inferior when their wives made more than they did. She said in no way was I inferior to anyone. She loved me with all her heart and we could get by this bump in the road.

We really didn't have much choice at this point. I became the stay at home dad. It's been nearly a year now. It actually is kind of nice except for the diapers. I take my sons to the park most every day. I chat with all the other moms and nannies. Let me tell you, these women talk some nasty shit. They didn't seem to care that I was a guy amongst them. Listening to some of them talk was worse then the locker room talk I heard in the gym.

I get propositioned almost daily. I don't know if they all meant it or not. I'm sure a few of them did. Some like exhibitionism too; they don't wear bras when I'm around and are always showing me their muff. Either, no panties under their skirt or I can see up the leg opening of their shorts. If I didn't love my Cara so much, I would be one well fucked man by a lot of women. I am a well fucked man, but only by the woman I love. Cara very rarely denies me loving.

I should say something here. Not every woman in the park was offering herself. There was only about a half dozen out of maybe thirty that were in this groove. I don't want anyone to believe that all women were like that. I do talk to some of the other mothers also. I learn a lot about kids and cleaning, also what women don't get from their husbands. It helped me out a lot with Cara in the sex department. Lately I had been getting recipes from some of them. They brought me a sample and then if I liked it I tried to make it. I'd become a pretty good cook over the year.

Cara came home and wanted to talk to me. She said they hired some new management people and transferred a few people back from other offices.

"You look a little disturbed, Honey. What is it? What's bothering you?" I asked.

"Some good news is they hired Dan, Emma's husband, in an office position. I'm not quite sure what his duties are yet or who exactly he works for," she said.

"Honey, that's good news. Dan is a nice man and I'm glad he was able to get a decent position." I mentioned at the beginning of the story that Emma was a silent partner but worked in the offices on the top floor. At this time, we didn't know this. We found that out much later. 

"John, I know you dislike Ray."

I interrupted Cara, "You said Ray was transferred to West Virginia when you went full time."

"He was, but he's getting transferred back. He'll be here next month. I just felt I should tell you, that's all."

"It's not all, is it, Cara?" I could read it in her face.

"No, he's coming back as my boss. I asked to get transferred to a different department but got turned down. Apparently, I'm too valuable to transfer. I talked to my boss, William, and he's being transferred to Arizona, because of his breathing problem. So I'm the only one that knows our department outside of Ray."

"Why didn't they just promote you?" 

"I asked the same question. It appears Ray knew about William leaving and asked for the job. He is already at that level of pay and has seniority over me, so he got the position."

"Do you want me to go beat the shit out of him before he tries anything with you?"

"John, does that make sense to you? He might not try anything. He's just so pushy, I don't know what to think. I will keep working on a transfer. I didn't want to worry you about Ray, but I didn't want you to hear it from someone else either."

"You did the right thing in telling me, Honey. Thank you for being such a good wife."

Chapter 2

For the remainder of the month everything seemed okay. The following month Ray was back and Cara always came home later and often upset. She hardly played with our boys. Sometimes she didn't eat dinner. I had to find out what the problem was.

The next time she came home upset, I told her we needed to talk. "What is it, Cara? Is Ray making advances toward you?" I asked.

"Not exactly, John. He does kid around and tries to touch my arm or hand whenever I'm alone with him. He talks about how he used to think about me and stuff like that."

"Isn't there someone you can tell, someone you can talk to?"

"...and tell them what, John. ‘Um, sir, I dated Ray one time before I was married and now he's talking to me.' John, I can't prove anything. I even put a tape recorder in my drawer but he never says anything to me when we are in my office. Maybe it's me, maybe I'm just paranoid."

"Honey, if he ever tries anything with you, would you tell me or keep it a secret?"

"Honestly, I don't know, John. I guess it depends on what he tried. An example would be, if he tried to kiss me and I told him no, and he backed off, I probably wouldn't tell you. You would go and kill him and I would be without you. I love you, John, and would never do anything that would hurt you."

"All I ask, Cara, is that if there is a problem with Ray, or any other guy, you let me know."

After our talk things seemed better. Cara still had to work late a couple of nights a week but she seemed happy when she got home. I would make simple dinners because of the kids, but at least once a week we went out for a real meal. I did feel a bit uncomfortable when we went out with other people. There was still this thing about a stay at home dad that was always there. It didn't bother either Cara or me except when others would bring it up. Especially if they joked about it. 

I was still a man and it's hard to explain that I still take care of my family but in a different way. I did have a bad temper and also a jealous streak, so my friends knew where to draw the line when talking to us. Some of Cara's friends' husbands didn't and a couple of times I met them outside for a few minutes to set them straight. I never told Cara about them but she did wonder why a few of her friends didn't go out with us as often.

I remember one time while we were out with one snobbish couple. It was some old friend of Cara's. I had only met them at the wedding. Mary seemed all right, but her husband Robert, as he preferred to be called, was an arrogant prick. At our table he made some shit comments about a man being the head of the household. After I had enough of his crap, I smiled at him and asked him to show me his new Porsche. Of course he jumped right up to show off. We told the girls we would be right back. We went to the parking lot and up to his car.

I pushed him face first up against his car and grabbed his arm and held it behind his back. I hit him twice in the kidneys and told him off.

"You arrogant mother fucker, I've had enough of your shit. When we go back in there, if you say one more remark about me being a stay at home dad, I'll throw your fucking head through your fucking precious car window. Do we understand each other?"

"Yea, yes, sorry, John, sorry, please don't hurt me."

"Let's get back inside, you candy ass, and you better act normal," I said.

We went back inside and I told Cara it was one beautiful car and that she deserved one just like it. She told me how sweet I was and maybe someday she would get one, but for right now she was happy with her vehicle. She drove a decent car, a Mercury, but it was a few years old. I traded my truck in for a van because of the kids. We needed more room than my truck offered. During all this talk, Robert said hardly a word. I saw his wife look at him a few times, probably wondering why he was so quiet.




Stay At Home Dad



One day Cara came home from work and told me that there was a stage play she wanted to see. She asked Mary if she and Robert would like to go with us and Mary declined. After some prodding, Mary told Cara that Robert didn't like me, and didn't care to go out with us. I guess Mary told Cara about me hitting Robert in the parking lot. I wondered how he told the story, since the candy ass never even put up a fight.

Cara was pissed at me. She told me maybe she ought to just go to the play with Mary and Robert and leave the cave man at home, meaning me.

"Go the fuck with them, if that's what you want. I don't want to see the fucking play anyway. Hey! I have an idea, ask your boss Ray to go with you. I'm sure Robert would approve of him, since they both want in your pants." 

I have a tendency to watch people and when we were out to dinner I remember Robert staring a lot at Cara. Maybe she dated him before we met; we never talked about our past dating habits, which was a good thing. I fucked most any woman that walked. My motto was always, ‘If they could get it hard, I could use it.'

Cara was now pissed at me too. "Maybe I'll just do that," she replied as she walked in the room to see the kids.

Neither of us apologized, and on Saturday she was getting ready to go to the play. I did want to ask her who all was going but didn't want to start anything. It was only two days since our argument and we were barely speaking. 

I called to the boys, "Come on, guys, let's go to McDonald's for dinner." I didn't even say goodbye to Cara. 

"What about mommy, Daddy? Isn't she going with us?"

"No, she has a date with friends. Maybe you can see her tomorrow after you get up. I'm sure she will be out late tonight."

Cara looked at me. I did it; I probably asked for it, "You bastard, you have no reason to talk at me this way. It was you who didn't want to go to the play. As far as coming home late, maybe I won't come home at all." 

Cara called our sons to her. "Jimmy, Jerry, mommy's going to a play with friends tonight. It's not a play for kids, which is why daddy is watching you. I'll see you tomorrow and we can go to the park, okay?"

"Can daddy come to the park with us mommy?" asked Jimmy.

"It's up to daddy whether he wants to go. We'll see you in the morning. Just remember mommy loves you. Now, go run along with daddy and have fun at McDonald's." She kissed them both and went back to getting ready.

I really felt lousy. We never argued very often but when we did, it was always like this. My damn temper and jealousy, and her not giving an inch. Not much I could do now but hope it was just an argument and that Cara would get over it.

The kids had fun playing at McDonald's. I got them each a kid's meal and they liked the toy inside more than the meal. They played in the game room and I watched the people. Some nice looking women came in here with their kids. I was watching a few of them and I could tell they were watching me. Probably thought I was a divorced dad taking his kids out to eat. Hell, who knows, it could happen. God, what was I thinking? My mind was working overtime; I didn't like my own thoughts. I do know that if she ever cheated on me, I'd kill the mother-fucker and divorce her.

After the kids played for about an hour, we rode over to the airport and watch the planes taking off and coming in. The boys loved it, "Look Daddy, here comes a big one, see it, see it, do you see it, dad?" They would keep asking me that every time there was a plane, which is a lot if you're at the airport.

It was beginning to get dark when we got home. I gave them their baths and then put them to bed. They looked like two little angels lying there. They really were pretty good boys; they minded better than I ever did as a kid. God, I loved them and really enjoyed being around them. It was just Cara that I missed being around, ever since Ray was back in town. Meeting after meeting, time away from our family - I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all.

I laid on the couch and watched whatever was on the station the TV was set on. It looked like the kids' cartoon channel. I just wanted the noise. About midnight I heard a car pull into the garage. I heard Cara get out and come in to see me. I pretended I was asleep so she wouldn't bother me. I didn't want to deal with it right now. I watched her to go check on the boys and then she went and took off her dress off. She must have decided to take a shower. She still had on her bra, panties and pantyhose. She put them in the clothes hamper in the bathroom, took her shower and retired to bed. 

I waited about an hour before getting up. I had to pee, but wanted to make sure she was asleep. After pissing, I went to the clothes hamper. I have never distrusted her in my life but now I checked her panties, bra, and pantyhose. I couldn't help myself; I had to see if there was anything out of kilter. Her panties were slightly damp in the crotch but that was probably sweating because of the pantyhose. I could smell her scent but it wasn't like you smell after an orgasm. No cum stains or anything out of the ordinary. Hopefully nothing happened.

I went back and slept on the couch. I was first up in the morning and saw the program from the play setting on the counter. It looked like she went to the play, but with whom? I wasn't going to ask her; I was going to let her tell me. The boys were up and about and wanted pancakes for breakfast. As I was making the pancakes the boys went and jumped in bed with their mother. I could hear them telling her about the prize they got in their kids' meal, and what they played on. I then heard her ask them what daddy did while they played.

"He just watched us mommy."

"Did he sit with anyone?"

"No, Mommy, he sat in the kids' room and watched us play."

What the hell was that all about? She goes out and she distrusts me, damn her. Maybe I'll give her a reason. She could take the boys to the playground on her own.

The boys came in the kitchen and were eating their pancakes. Cara came in and tried to talk nice to me but I didn't return the niceness. She ate two pancakes and sat and talked to the boys. Before she had a chance to ask me if I was going to the park, I told her I had plans for today. She would have to spend time with her kids without me being there.

"Where are you going?" she asked me.

"Plans, I have plans. I'm going to meet friends. I need to get away on my own," I replied.

I could tell she was pissed. She did the same thing to me the night before, piss on her. I wasn't her fucking doormat. I went and put on a nice shirt and a pair of slacks. I told the boys to enjoy the park with their mother and left the house. I didn't have anywhere to go. I was just getting even. How fucking stupid can you get. Our marriage was now a walking time-bomb with neither of us stopping it. Both of us were too hard-headed to put an end to this stupidity. I sat at the airport for about an hour. When I thought that they would be gone to the park I went home. I wasn't there five minutes when the phone rang. It was Mary, she wanted to apologize for not going to the play.

"You didn't go to the play, Mary?" I inquired.

"No, that's why I want to apologize to Cara. I was stupid and foolish. Please have her call me when she gets home, will you, John?"

"I sure will. Thanks for calling," I replied.

Now I was mad. If she didn't go with Mary and fucking Robert, who did she go with? Probably, fucking Ray! Damn, I was angry, I couldn't even think straight. The bars were open so I thought I would go tie one on. It was something I haven't done in years. I went to the local watering hole where an old friend Julie worked. Actually she owned the place. She was a good fifteen years older than me but was a friend I could talk too.

"Hey, John, funny seeing you here. I haven't seen you without the little lady attached to your arm for months. What can I get you?"

"Give me about three double whiskeys to start and three beer chasers, please, Julie."

"Going to tie-one-on, old friend? Need someone to talk to?"

"Not right now, Julie, maybe later. Right now I'm just going to get plastered. Is my credit good in case I run out of money, Julie?"

"Your credit is always good here, John. Need anything, just ask."

The place was nearly empty. A few early drunks and a bar fly. She was an older woman who would probably do anything for a drink. Hell, maybe I'd just fuck her.

I drank and drank till I got soused. The bar fly, hell, didn't even know her name, came over when I was three sheets to the wind and sat down next to me in my booth. I waved to Julie to bring the broad a drink. The broad thanked me and drank it straight down and asked me if I wanted company. She put her hand on my soft cock which was lying pretty dead right then and I wasn't far from passing out.

Julie came over and told the broad to fuck off. She told her I was a friend of hers and was married. Julie told her to get the fuck out and leave her customers alone.

With slurred speech, I told Julie she chased her customer away. She didn't need to do that.

"Hell, John, the fucking broad will be back tomorrow. You remember her, old Margaret. Hell, you probably fucked her seven or eight years ago," laughed Julie.

"I'd have fucked her now if you wouldn't have chased her away," I replied."

"John, you couldn't get it up now if your life depended on it. I called you a ride. Try and stay awake long enough till it comes if you can."

I was pretty much out of it. I looked at the door and in came Cara. Julie had called her to come and pick me up. Between the two women they helped put me in the car. My two sons were laughing at me from the back seat. I heard Cara thank Julie for calling her. Cara told her we would come after the car in the morning. I passed out and Julie let me sleep it off in the car with the garage door down. It was completely dark outside when I woke up. My God, it was three thirty in the morning. I staggered into the house and into the bathroom. I took a piss and was close to throwing up. Luckily, I didn't make the mess. I went back and laid down on the couch and went back to sleep.

Next thing I knew, Cara woke me and said we had to talk, that things were getting out of hand. She had an all day meeting today and tomorrow but we needed to talk the first chance we got. She told me that she talked to our neighbor who would take me to get the van. He would be over at ten. She said she was running late and had to leave. After a light kiss on my cheek she told me she loved me and headed out the door.

I got up and made a pot of coffee and waited for the boys to wake up. I hardly remembered what all happened the day before but remembered Mary's call. She and Robert didn't go to the play. 

I had a hell of a headache and took a couple of Ibuprofen hoping to dull the thumping. I gave the boys cereal and got them dressed. I dressed myself and waited for the neighbor. We all got in his van as he took us to get our van. I told him thanks and was sorry for any inconvenience I caused him.

"No problem, John, I tied on a few in my younger days," he replied."

I buckled up the boys and we headed out. I found myself driving to Cara's office. I took the boys up to her office with me. This is the first time they had ever seen the inside of their mom's office.

I went to see her secretary and was told that Cara was out of the office for the day. I asked to see Ray and was told he was out of the office also.

"Where the hell are they? I'm her husband."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Poole. They're at a company meeting at the Holiday Inn," she said.

I was about to leave when Dan came up to me.

"John, how are you?" he asked.

"Not the greatest, Dan. I came to see my wife and find out she's not here. She's at the Holiday Inn with that damn prick, Ray."

He was stunned by my statement and asked me to come into his office. The boys sat out in the hall while I talked to Dan.

"What's this all about, John? Is Ray making improper advances toward Cara? It's hard to believe. This is the first I've heard about it," he said. 

"I'm not sure what's going on but that's why I came here, to find out."

"John, they are at a meeting at the Holiday Inn. I know that for a fact. They'll be there again tomorrow. Don't do anything that you will regret till I get back to you."

"Thanks, Dan, you've always been a friend, I might add."

He went out and talked to the boys for a few minutes. He really was a decent guy. He and Emma made a good couple. It was good he found a position with this company.

The boys and I left and I drove by the Holiday Inn. I saw Cara's and Ray's cars parked side by side in the lot. It just hit me the wrong way as I headed home. When we went in the answering machine was blinking. It was a message from Cara.

"John, sorry, honey, but this meeting is going to last longer than we planned. Go ahead and start dinner without me. I'll talk to you when I get home. Kiss the boys for me. Love you."

What was I to think? She never told me this meeting was being held at a motel. I wasn't going to be here when she gets home. I took the boys and headed over to my mom's house. I left Cara a note and told her maybe we would see her tomorrow. We were staying at my mom's tonight. I just signed it John. No love John; I didn't know how I felt at this moment. Nothing seemed right. Tomorrow I was going to the Holiday Inn myself and put an end to all this shit.

Chapter 3

About nine that night mom's phone rang. I knew it was Cara. She must have just gotten home. I told mom to answer it and tell Cara that the boys were already in bed and I wasn't in the mood to talk. I would see her tomorrow. I could hear mom saying it was no use, that I was too bullheaded. My mom liked Cara, unlike how Cara's parents felt about me. Mom ended by telling her she would take care of things and that I would see her tomorrow.

My mother spoke to me, "John, there is something wrong here. You and Cara need to talk and get this worked out. She was crying when we hung up. I don't care what you think, Cara loves you and you need to get that head of yours on straight."

There is no use arguing with mom. She's probably where I got this bull headed gene from anyway. I went over to the couch and tried to sleep. I was getting pretty used to sleeping on couches.

I got up the next morning trying to figure out what I was going to do. So much circumstantial shit, but it adds up. I had to face Cara today. I decided to go to the Holiday Inn and find out the facts for myself. I asked mom to watch the boys for me so I could go talk to Cara. Mom was glad to see that I was at least giving Cara a chance to explain.

I headed over to the Holiday Inn. I first looked for their cars. I saw their cars in the side parking lot. I walked through the side entrance and saw a sign posted where the meeting was being held. The doors were open so I could hear what was going on. There were about ten people seated around an oval table. I glanced in but no one saw me. Cara was seated next to Ray, the bastard. I listened outside the door when the person speaking said that they would adjourn for an hour for lunch and then meet up to finish their work. They should be done early today.

I quickly went out to the van and waited for everyone to leave. They were staying there for lunch but I saw Cara and Ray come out the side door. I rolled down my window to listen to what they were saying.

"What do you want, Ray? I don't want to be out here with you. Someone might take it the wrong way and I have enough problems at home already," spoke Cara.

"Is little home daddy missing you. Does he think you have a lover?" Ray asked.

"Stop it, Ray. What you and I had or more like never had was six years ago, before I met John. When are you going to get it through your head that I want nothing to do with you? Why are you making it so hard to get along? Don't you get it, I don't want you. I want my husband, John."

"Come on, Cara, what does he have that I don't? Besides, he's a home daddy; you're the bread winner. When are you going to want a real man like me and dump his candy ass?"

"John's twice - no ten times - the man you can ever hope to be. You're lucky I don't tell him how you've been pestering me. He'd kick your ass into next week. Now leave me alone."

"You think I'm afraid of the house boy. Come here; let me feel your tit again."

He raised his hand to grab her tit when she hauled back to slap him. He reached up and grabbed her arm.

"Come on, Cara, is that all the fight you have in you?"

I jumped out of the van and was on his ass in three seconds. I saw his mouth drop open and Cara say, "John, what are you doing here?"

"Doing what I should have done months ago," I replied.

I hit him as hard as I could in the stomach, then a right that caught the left side of his face. Then, back and forth, right, left, right, left, I kept hitting the son-of-a-bitch. Somewhere along the line I must have broken his nose. I know I went back to the body shots. He never got off one swing. He kept using his arms to try and protect himself. I heard Cara behind me crying and yelling, "Stop, John, please stop, you're killing him."

As he fell to the pavement two squad cars pulled up and the officers told me to lie on the ground. I guess I didn't get down fast enough as they screamed at me again. "Lie on the ground, arms to your sides, spread your legs now."

An officer put a knee in the middle of my back and took my hands and cuffed them behind my back. Then, two officers stood me up.

I told them, "Officer, my hands hurt. I can hardly feel them."

They took me to the squad car as an ambulance pulled up and the paramedics went to Ray and were working on him. The officer told one of the paramedics to come and look at my hands. He told him they were swelling and covered in blood. I didn't know if it was mine or Ray's.

The paramedic was a black guy named Jim. He was a decent sort. He asked the officer if he would remove the cuffs but the officer refused saying he couldn't trust me uncuffed.

"Aye, Man, I'm Jim. What's your name?"

"The name's John. My hands hurt like hell, Jim. Is anything broken?"

"You think your hands look bad, you should see the number you did on that guy over there. Man, John, you beat him pretty bad. You're lucky all your fingers aren't broke. What the hell happened, man? What did the sucker do to deserve a beating like that? You don't seem like a bad sort."

"He put the moves on my wife, and when he grabbed her I snapped. I can't let that mother-fucker mess with my wife, even if he is her boss."

"John, you're in a heap of shit here man. He told the officer he wanted you to be charged with assault to commit murder."

"I didn't plan on killing him, but I might have overdone it a tad. What about my hands, Jim?

"You broke a couple of blood vessels and they're swollen pretty bad but nothing broken. You must have hit the hard part of his skull or a belt buckle or something. I'm putting a bandage on them but when they take you to the holding cell I'm telling them to give you an ice pack or let you soak them to get the swelling down."

"Thanks, Jim, you're alright in my book."

"I'm glad of that after the number you did on that guy. Good luck to you, John, and for what it's worth, if he did what you said, he deserved it."

I was put in the squad car and taken to a holding cell. I looked back and they were putting Ray in the ambulance and Cara was sitting in a squad car. They were taking her statement.

Cara tells her story:

I'm sitting here scared to death. I'm about to talk to the board of directors and tell them what happened yesterday. They want to know why my husband beat up my boss, Ray.

Let me go back to the beginning, even before I met John. I'll try not repeating everything you already know. As you already know, I met John at the New Year's party. Before that I had dated Ray, on and off for a few months. Even before that, I was a popular girl. My family had money, not the real ritzy ones but we were well off. I went to the best schools, wore the newest styles of clothes. I hung with the rich kids or what we say is the kids that came from money. Not all of them were bad kids; most were pretty normal. It's just that we got what we wanted.




Stay At Home Dad



In college I lot my virginity at one of the parties. I wasn't a slut. I could count on one hand the number of men I had been with. When I started work at Book Bindings Inc., I was fairly popular. I was in marketing and got along with most everyone. It's where I met Ray. We were on an equal level but he had been working there about a year before I started. We started dating and he was similar to the guys I knew. Came from money and was arrogant. He only thought about himself.

I made the mistake after Christmas of having sex with him one time. It sucked. It was nothing; he was happy shooting his rocks off in a condom and thought he was Mr. Stud. The only reason I attended the New Year's party with him was because the party was planned long before we had the so -called sex and we did work together. I had no intention of sleeping with him again. It's funny calling it sleeping. It would have been more enjoyable if I would have been sleeping.

At the party, I met John. He was like the bad boy that I wasn't supposed to talk to. When we left the party and went dancing among his friends, it reminded me of the movie, ‘Titanic' where Rose went with Jack and had the time of her life. It felt that way with me and John. I didn't want it to end; I knew there was more to life and I felt it with John. When he took me home, I knew it was going to happen. I wanted to make love to this man, but I was afraid he wouldn't like me afterwards, or that he was like a dream and the sex with him would be the same as the ones before him.

He was fantastic. He was the lover of my dreams, the man I thought about all the years growing up. I don't want this to sound dirty but he did oral sex on me. It wasn't him just kissing my vagina, but he made love to it. He not only kissed it but licked and sucked it. He made me come with his tongue. I squirted my juices all over his face. It was ecstasy, him making love to me. He spent time licking and kissing my tummy, and it felt so good. He made love to each one of my breasts. Not grabbing them but holding them gently, caressing them sucking them, making love to them.

I don't know how people feel about anal sex. I personally don't like it. But when John took me from behind and had his manhood buried in me, when I was about to come, he stuck a finger in my butt hole and I came. God, the feeling was great. I knew I was going to marry him if he would have me.

My parents and brothers were against me marrying John. I told them I loved him and they could either be part of our life or not, the choice was theirs. They balked and hissed about it but eventually they agreed on the marriage. John and I, as you know, have two sons. They are the love of our lives. After each was born I took time off to be with them. I hated even working part time, being away from them. They were our little boys, and took so much after John.

John lost his job. We weren't sure what to do. I told John that I could go back to work full time and he could watch the boys. At first, he thought it was a dumb idea; after all he was supposed to be the breadwinner. Jobs of quality in our area were pretty scarce. I ended up going back to work and John stayed home with the boys. In a sense, I became jealous of John. I loved him with all my heart but he was home where I should have been with my boys.

I was also worried about John and the other mothers at the park. He doesn't know that I know that the women think he's a hunk. I worry everyday that he will leave me for one of those women. I would even kind of question the boys about what daddy did when he took them places. I was afraid of losing him. Then I started working longer hours and saw him less and less. I knew it was hurting our marriage but what could I do? We needed me to work to survive.

I know I'm not the great American woman. It's rough for a working woman to hold it all together, a job, family, proper loving to the husband, helping around the house, all the chores. I was throwing more and more on John and doing less and less for him. I was worried.

Then, Ray moved back here and was going to be my boss. I don't like the man and John didn't know that before I met him I had sex with Ray one time. We never discussed our sex life before marriage. We both decided it was off limits. Now work took me away from the man I love and put me more with the man I despised. I was torn on what to do. Ray constantly made passes at me and I was afraid to tell John. I knew what he would do. He ended up doing it anyway.

John has a bad temper and a jealous streak. He's very protective of what belongs to him. I love that about him and at the same time I hate it. I feel so safe when he's around. It bothered me to no end that people made fun of John. I didn't know whether to speak up or not. If I spoke up in front of John, I knew it would piss him off. He was very capable of fighting his own battles but at the same time, he was my man and I wanted to stick up for him. I told a lot of my girlfriends that if they had a problem with John that we didn't need to be friends.

I stuck up for him when he wasn't there to speak for himself. I told Mary and Robert to go to hell. John meant more to me than they did. Mary called to apologize and saw that she was wrong in her treatment of John. I think that the husbands of my friends were actually jealous of John. He got to live his life and be with his family. His manhood was secure while those husbands were always gone and worrying about money.       

John got the call from Mary and knew they didn't go to the play with me. Now John suspected Ray again. He made me so doggone mad. Always accusing me of having affairs when I never did anything wrong. In the heat of arguments, we all say stupid things. I sure did when I told him maybe I would have an affair. I should have known he would go off the deep end. We are both so bull headed. We needed to communicate more and talk about our problems. 

I was afraid to tell him that our meeting would be held at the Holiday Inn. I knew he would think of it wrong and he did. The first day we had twenty people at the meeting and it ran late. I called him and he left me. I didn't know what to do. I called his mother, who is a wonderful person, but she said she knew he wouldn't talk to me. I went to bed devastated. I cried the whole night.

The following day was our final meeting. I figured maybe after the meeting John and I could go somewhere together and be alone. I love him so much. At lunch time, Ray asked to see me outside. I told him off and went to slap him when he tried to touch my breast. The rest is history. John beat the living shit out of him. I was so afraid John would kill Ray and that I would lose my John forever. Now he's in a jail cell and I'm sitting here getting ready to tell my story to the board of directors. I'm scared and I don't have my John to protect me.

Chapter 4

Here I am sitting in a jail cell. I'm charged with assault with intent to maim or injure. Funny, that was what I intended to do. I guess I'm guilty. They didn't use the murder charge because I didn't have any weapons. Not even car keys - I left them it my van when I jumped out.

I soaked my hand in a bucket full of ice when I was in the holding cell. Damn, they hurt! They're still swollen and I do have a number of cuts and abrasions on them. According to Jim, they ought to be better in a couple of days.

My bail was set at a hundred thousand dollars. I could post bond and get out on ten thousand dollars. I tried to call Cara but I keep getting the answering machine. I guess I left her with enough problems. 

The officer came to my cell. He said my bond was paid and I needed to sign some papers and could be released. I've only been in here overnight. Where did Cara get the money? I walked to the front desk and there stood my father. A man I probably didn't say fifty words to in five years. He loaned us the money to bail me out?

"John, we need to talk. Cara called me and told me your situation. I'm so sorry. You see, last Saturday Cara opened our eyes."

"Mr. Carson, what happened last Saturday? Cara went to the play last Saturday."

"Yes, she went with my wife and I. She said the two of you had a misunderstanding. We told her that we thought you were wrong for her and she put us in our place. She told us how you make her feel and how much she loves you. She told us how Jimmy and Jerry love you and that most husbands are jealous of you. She called you her knight in shining armor and yesterday you proved it. You protected my daughter, your wife. I'm so sorry for the way I treated you over the years and ask your forgiveness. I'm a pretty hard headed guy too and this is hard for me to do. I ask your forgiveness and hope that we can become better friends. I hope my two sons can live up to your standards."

"Thank you, Mr. Carson, for bailing me out. I would like to become closer friends with you and Mrs. Carson. Your daughter loves you very much and it's hard for her when she has to choose who to be with. Right now I have to find out how long I might be sent away for. I might need you to look after my family."

"John, we'll fight it. I know Cara and she doesn't lie. She may not tell the whole story every time, but she won't lie about it. Right now we need to get you home with your boys. Cara is at her office doing her best to explain what happened."

Mr. Carson dropped me off at my house. Cara left me a note in case I got released on bail. "Honey, I'm at the office trying to figure out if I have a job. Please don't leave if you get home before me. I miss you so much. I dropped the boys off at your mom's. John, you got to believe me. I love you with my whole being. Hope you're there when I get home. Love you, Cara"

I'm pretty sure that Cara didn't cheat on me with Ray, but now we had other problems. I went to the fridge to grab a beer when I heard Cara's car in the garage. I quickly grabbed another beer and opened them up. As soon as Cara walked in, I handed her one.

"A peace offering for all the shit I caused. I love you and know we can get by this if you'll stay with me. Cara, I'm a fool for not totally believing you. Please forgive me if you can."

I had tears in my eyes, because I really meant what I said. Cara started crying and reached out and hugged me. I was still holding the beer in both hands.

"Honey, would you take one of these before I spill it?"

She smiled at me through crying eyes. "John, I love you so much. I never cheated on you; I never even thought about it. Please believe me, I just didn't tell you everything because, well, now you know why. From now on I will tell you. Maybe we can nip it in the bud before it gets too far. I wanted to tell you about what was going on but then you started accusing me and we're both kind of hard-headed. We need to talk more often," she said.

"I agree, no more secrets or untold tales. When your dad bailed me out, I was surprised to see him. He apologized to me and told me that you told them off and stuck up for me. He said that you went to the play with him and your mom. All this time, you never told me."

"As I mentioned, you kept accusing me of wanting Ray and accusing me of going out with him. I got mad and just said, ‘Hell with it, you can believe what you want.' I never cheated on you and was always on your side. You just never saw it. You assumed the worst."

"What a fucking fool I've been. You're right! We do need to talk more. Are you going to tell me what happened at the business today? I haven't exactly been brought up to date on what's gong on."

"You're not going to believe this, but I was taken to the board of directors to tell our side of the events and what led up to them and Emma was on the board. I about shit myself when I saw her. No wonder Dan got a position so easy. If I was on the board, I'd hire you," she said.

"I talked to Dan the other day and he told me not to do anything foolish till he could get back to me. I should have listened, but when that freak went to put his hands on you, I freaked out. I'm so sorry, honey."

"John, you don't ever need to apologize to me for protecting me; that's one of the things I love about you. You're my hero," she smiled.

"Your hero is about to go to prison unless I find a way out of this mess," I replied. "So what happened in this meeting?"

"Emma started out by saying she was partial to you and she believes you would have to have been enraged to do what you did. I told her about Ray trying to come on to me and I kept rejecting his advances, but he wouldn't stop. She told me I should have come to the board and reported Ray. I told her I didn't have any proof, it was his word against mine. One of the other board members said that I should have reported the incident so it would have gone on file. After a number of complaints, they would have followed up on it with disciplinary action. I went ahead and told them everything that happened and when Ray grabbed my arm you jumped out of the van and protected me."

"Did they say anything else?"

"They had talked to Ray, at the hospital and his story was quite a bit different. They told me you did quite a number on Ray and he filed the assault charges against you. He would be in the hospital for another day or two. They did ask me if I wanted to file a report of sexual harassment against Ray now. I asked them what's the use now, since I still don't have the proof. Emma pulled me aside and said, ‘Cara, trust me, file the report.' So I did as Emma suggested and filed a sexual harassment report. The board told me to take the rest of the week off and come back on Monday after they had a chance to review all the evidence and come to some decisions. I asked them if I still had a position and one of the board members told me they would let me know Monday."

"God, Honey, I sure messed up big this time," I said.

We had a few days to be with the boys. There wasn't anything we could do for now, so we told the boys we would take them to the zoo as a family. After the zoo, we went to their eating hole, McDonald's, then they wanted to go watch the airplanes for a little bit.

Let me tell you, it was so much better doing it as a family. It even made the French fries taste better. We put the boys to bed and Cara asked me if I would make love to her. She didn't have to ask twice. We made love for the next two hours before we were literally too pooped to participate, so we cuddled and off to sleep we went. 

The next morning we got a call from Cara's dad's lawyer. He told us not to worry and that Cara's dad was paying any legal fees. I didn't like the idea of accepting money from him, but Cara told me she knew he needed to do it as a way of apologizing to us. She was right and besides, we didn't have the finances for a good lawyer.

On Monday morning, Cara was getting dressed to go face the board. I got the boys dressed and then put on a pair of dress slacks and a sports jacket. Cara looked at me and said, "Where are you going?"

"We're dropping the boys off at mom's place and I'm going with you. I caused the mess and I will be with you till the end. You're not going to face this alone." She was tearing up and gave me a kiss.

After dropping the boys off, we went to the office and upstairs into the waiting room. The receptionist came out and asked Cara to please come in the room. Cara told me to wait for her. She walked into the board room and was asked to sit down. "How are you doing, Cara?" asked Emma. 

"As well as could be expected, but I have John supporting me," replied Cara.

"How is John? How's he handling the pressure?"

"Well, he's waiting for me in the waiting room. He didn't want me to face this alone."

"John's in the waiting room? Ask him to come in," responded Emma.

The receptionist asked me to come in. I sat down next to Cara and held her hands. "How are you doing, John? How are your hands?" asked Emma.

"They're coming along. I'll be fine in a couple of days," I answered.

"John, Cara, we think we have good news for you. We had Ray in here a little while ago. For what it's worth, John, you did a number on him. Anyway we brought up the allegation of sexual harassment case you filed last week. Of course Ray said none of it was true. We asked him what provoked John to attack him then? Of course he didn't have a straight answer for us." 

Another board member continued, "Ray said that even though the charges couldn't be proven, which we do agree, that he would be willing to drop the charges against John if you, Cara, would drop the harassment charges against him and no disciplinary action be taken against him either. So, Cara, it's in your ballpark. Are you willing to drop the harassment charges against Ray, for him dropping the assault charges against John?" Cara was crying as she squeezed my hands. I could see Emma's eyes starting to tear up as well.

"God, yes, thank you so much. I don't know what to say," cried Cara.

I had something to say, "Emma, and the rest of you, I'd like to thank you also for your actions here, and I don't want to sound ungrateful, but does my wife still have to work under Ray? I'm afraid I would have a hard time with that."

Another board member said, "We had to consider that also. We might have come up with a suggestion but it's up to Cara to make another decision. Cara, would you be willing to take over as department head?"

"I don't understand. You said there wouldn't be any disciplinary action. Where is Ray going if I get the promotion?" asked Cara.

"He will be going back to West Virginia. He complained after signing off on the law suit but we told him that it wasn't a disciplinary action. It was just a good business move. He'll be on sick leave for about a month and then reassigned. We aren't sending him back in the shape he's in. So Cara, should we take that as a yes to the promotion?" 

Cara looked at me, "Well, Honey, should I take the position?" she smiled at me.

"By all means, just don't work so late. Me and the boys will be holding dinner for you," I smiled back.

Emma spoke, "Okay, I think we did some good work here. Oh, Cara, I hope you will be discreet about my position."

"Very, Emma, very, and thank you so much for everything," Cara replied.

When we walked out of the board room, Dan was standing there smiling. I didn't shake his hand, I hugged him; he was a true friend.

When we got in the car, I told Cara to call her mom and dad and ask them out to dinner, we were paying. We had some great news to share with them. I figured that would be a good start in the acceptance of each other.

It's been two years since all that took place. Our life has really been good. Whenever one of us goes a little too far off the deep end we use the word hard-headed. It's to let the other know we need to talk it over.

I still check out the women but I let Cara know what I've seen. I always answer with, "but I have better at home." Cara told me she could live with that - look but never touch.

The kids are in school now so the days are a lot quieter. I told Cara, I was going job hunting. That, same day I got a call from my father.

"John, Cara called and said you were looking for a job. Is that true?"

"Yes, Dad, it is." He told me when we went out to dinner to start calling him Dad, so I do. "The boys are in school and I would like to find some work."

"I have a job opening in the warehouse. It only pays thirty grand a year but it's honest work and you can have off when my grandsons are home. We might even find a way to give you a summer leave. My grandsons come first."

He's learning that family comes first. I took the job offer and called Cara at work. We met for lunch and invited Dan and Emma along. We asked them to be Jimmy and Jerry's Godparents.

The most important thing Cara and I found out is that we need to communicate more with each other. Don't assume anything, ask each other. Our love making is still great. We have friends that were Cara's and friends that were mine. All our friends understand that they have to accept both of us or neither of us.




Stay At Home Dad



Thank you for reading my story.
Comments always welcome

DG Hear



Stay-at-Home Daughter



"Hey Daddy, I'm home!" John heard his daughter yell from the living room as the front door slammed closed.

John walked into his family room to greet his daughter, still in her school uniform.

His daughter, Alexis, had just turned 18 and went to a Catholic high school a few blocks away. It was a normal Catholic school, one Alexis' mother insisted she got to. John had never cared all that much, but it did have its benefits.

As he walked into the room he looked at his daughter, dressed in the typical Catholic school girl uniform, complete with the tight, white blouse, black tie, a plaid skirt, and thigh high stockings. John was ashamed to admit it, but his daughter's uniform had always turned him on, especially as she had grown into a woman.

"Hey princess!" John said, looking his daughter up and down.

His daughter was absolutely gorgeous. She hardly came up to his chest, but she'd grown into a lovely young woman. She was fit from doing volleyball all throughout high school, and she had a petite, lithe frame. Her cute, brunette hair fell to just above her shoulders, effortlessly resting against the collar of her blouse. She had perky, C cup breasts that strained tightly against the buttons of her shirt, just begging to be groped. Alexis also had wide, sexy hips and gorgeous legs, framed perfectly by the short plaid skirt and thigh highs that she wore. They barely showed the top of her toned, silky thighs. Lastly, she had an absolutely fantastic ass, perfectly round and tight, that seemed to mesmerize everyone who saw it. John often found himself staring at her as she bounced around the house in her skimpy uniform and tight clothes.

"You're home early today, aren't you?" John said, removing his gaze from her body and meeting her bright green eyes with his.

"We had that special mass I told you about last week, our afternoon classes were canceled," she replied, nonchalantly, setting her things on the nearby table and removing her shoes. "We also had the career day to help decide what we want to do after high school. It was pretty boring."

"Oh, was it?" John said, observing his daughter move about the room.

"Yeah. I probably could have just stayed home, honestly." She said, gathering her bag once again. "Anyway, I'm gonna go upstairs and study, I have a test tomorrow!" She bounced towards John and hopped onto her tippy toes, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Okay, baby, have fun!" he said, teasing his daughter.

"Will do, Daddy!" she said, giggling as she turned and bounced up the stairs.

John stared at his daughter's cute butt as she moved up the stairs, her short skirt coming up with every step and revealing her tight young cheeks. John was surprised to see that his daughter was wearing a thong, fully showing off her perfect, round ass. He felt a twinge of guilt for staring and looked away as she disappeared upstairs. He didn't mean to stare but living with an incredibly hot, young teen was certainly demanding.

John shook off his impure thoughts, sitting down in the living room to watch TV. He was thankful his daughter was so well behaved. As far as parenting went, John liked to think he was pretty lenient. He mostly just wanted her to get good grades, and outside of not letting her do blatantly illegal things he pretty much let her do her own thing, not that she ever abused his trust anyway.

Her mother, on the other hand, was completely the opposite. She had always tried to be very controlling, not allowing Alexis to do anything. John noted it was probably one of the reasons Alexis had gravitated towards him as she grew up, and also one of the reasons he and his ex-wife had split. She'd become a very controlling, cold woman. "I'm lucky Alexis doesn't take after her mother" John thought to himself. Alexis had always been a very warm, bubbly girl and it was definitely part of her charm.

John settled in and started watching a movie on HBO. He got lost in the action and watched the whole thing, and then right after that another; before he knew it, several hours had already passed.

John went to sit up to go start making something to eat, but before he could his daughter walked into the room.

"Hey Daddy. Can I talk to you about something?" she said in a slightly concerned tone.

John sat back against the chair once again, wondering what his daughter wanted to talk about. "Sure, sweetie, what's up?"

Alexis sat down on the couch across from him, carefully keeping her legs closed as to not show under her skirt. "Well, Daddy, this is about college."

"Okay, what about it?" John asked, stealing a quick glance at her gorgeous legs, still covered by the thigh highs.

"Well we had the career day today, and I've decided that I don't want to go to college." She said, unblinking.

"What? You have such good grades! Why wouldn't you want to go to college? I thought you wanted to go into nursing and join the school?" John said, trying to reason with his daughter.

"That was always mom's plan for me. I don't want to do that. I don't want to be a sister for the rest of my life!"

John sighed deeply. "Your mother would have a fit if she heard this. She'd never go for anything less than that. What do you even want to do, then?" he asked.

"I want to be a stay at home mom." She said, lighting up.

John was absolutely shocked. That was the LAST thing on earth he expected to hear. She was only 18 and just moments before he thought she was planning on going into the church! "What???" John asked, amazed. "You're only 18! Why would you want to be a stay at home mom? You don't even have a boyfriend, let alone a husband! You're at least a few years off from marrying."

"I know." She replied quietly. "I just have slowly realized that I don't care for any of that church stuff. I just want to be a mother."

John couldn't believe it. She was still a teenager! "What would you even do until then? Your mother is going to insist on you working as a nun. You know that school is very important to her." John continued.

"I know she's going to try and make me. That's why I want to get pregnant as soon as possible. I can't work there if I'm pregnant." She reasoned.

"Lexi, you turned 18 a few months ago! Don't you think it's a little soon to become a mother? And you go to an all-girls school. Do you even know that many boys?"

"Well that's why I came down to talk to you." She said, alluding to something John couldn't grasp.

"What do you mean? I don't know anyone." John said, very confused.

"Daddy," she said, biting her lip, "I want you to get me pregnant."

It didn't register to John at first. What was she talking about? "What do you mean, princess?"

His daughter stood up and walked over to his side. "I want YOU to get ME pregnant" she repeated, emphasizing the words.

It was exactly what John thought she said. "WHAT?" he exclaimed, way too loud. "What do you mean? I'm your father, for Christ's sake. I can't get you pregnant! What's gotten into you? "

"I know, Daddy, it's okay. I've thought it about you a lot. You're the only one I trust. I love you, Daddy. I want you to make me the mother of your child." She said, placing her small hand on his arm.

John briefly pictured his sexy daughter pregnant with his child, a slight baby bump showing in her tight little Catholic school girl uniform. He began to get aroused at the thought of his own daughter bearing his child, before snapping out of it to answer her. "How would that even work, princess?" he asked, obviously knowing the answer.

"Well, you'd have to fuck me and fill up my womb with your cum. I'm ovulating right now, so I have the best chance to get pregnant." She replied, nonchalantly.

John was surprised at her openness. He'd never heard her speak like that. "What? That's wrong, baby! You're my daughter! We can't have sex!" he said, still trying to protest.

With that, his daughter moved in front of him, lifting up her leg and sitting on John's lap, straddling his waist and pushing her cleavage into his face.

"Baby, what are you doing? This isn't right!" he said, obviously staring at her perfect tits, still confined by her blouse.

"Shhh, Daddy. I see you staring at me around the house. I know you want me. I want you, too," she said, beginning to unbutton her top. She completely removed her blouse, tossing it on the floor. John ogled her perky breasts, still contained by her black, lacy bra. She leaned in close as if to kiss him and whispered: "Don't you think I'm sexy, Daddy?"

John didn't know what to say. He couldn't resist this sexy nymph of woman coming on to him, even if it was his daughter.

"I..." he began. Before he could finish, his daughter grabbed both of his hands and placed them on the sides of her hips, letting him grab her ass.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as he squeezed her tight, round ass through the thin material of her skirt.

"I know you want to fuck me" she whispered seductively. Before John could say anything else, she pressed her soft, red lips against his passionately, stopping any protests.

John gave up any objections he had at this point. He had a gorgeous woman sitting on his lap, and he planned to do something about it. He removed one of his hands from his daughter's ass and brought it to her bra clasp. He swiftly unclasped it and pulled it off, still kissing her in the process.

"Mmm" she moaned into his mouth as she completely removed her bra from her chest, revealing her perky, firm breasts. She placed both her arms around John's neck and broke the kiss, leaning back.

John gasped as his daughter's perfect breasts fell into view. They were just the right size: large, but not too big for her small frame. Her cute areolas just begged to be sucked on.

"Do you like them, Daddy?" she asked, looking down at her own breasts.

"Your tits are fucking amazing, baby," John said, taking one into his hand, kneading it roughly. She moaned as he continued to grope his daughter's tight, lithe body.

He removed his hand from her breast and placed both of his on her incredible ass. In one move he picked her up and moved his mouth to her tender breast. He took her hard nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, sucking on his daughter's amazing tits.

"Oh fuck, Daddy!" she moaned again as she felt the wetness of his mouth engulf her sensitive nipple. He squeezed her ass hard with both his hands, this time under her skirt. He loved the feel of her smooth, supple cheeks in his rough hands.

As he did this, his daughter moved her free hand to his crotch, grabbing his thick member through his pants.

"Holy fuck, Daddy" she gasped as she felt his considerable size. She pushed John away, getting off of his lap.

"What are you doing, baby?" he asked, reluctant to let go of his daughter's sexy, teenage body.

"I'm gonna suck your giant cock." She said, lowering onto her knees and unbuckling his trousers. His massive erection strained hard against his boxers as she removed his pants. John watched his daughter's eyes go wide as his massive cock sprang into view. 

"Jesus Christ" she said, swearing again. "Your cock is huge, Daddy!" She licked her lips, admiring it up close. Slowly, she lowered her mouth to the tip and ran her tongue around his enormous cockhead.

"Oh, shit!" John exclaimed as he felt his daughter's tongue caress his member. This time, she fully lowered her mouth onto his shaft, completely engulfing his large cock with her small mouth. She slid her red, luscious lips along the length of his cock as far as she could. John moaned once again as he watched his own baby's slutty mouth work his manhood. His daughter couldn't completely reach the base of his shaft with her lips, so she took her free hand and slowly began to pump the part of his cock that she couldn't reach with her dainty fingers. She cradled his balls as she began to work her mouth up and down John's cock.

John could tell she was inexperienced, but she was definitely a natural. As she got more and more used to working his cock in her mouth, she got better and better. John moaned and gasped as he received some of the best head of his life. It took all of his willpower not to cum the moment he saw his daughter's lips wrap around his cock, but now he was seriously getting close.

His daughter continued to move her soft, full lips along his shaft, bobbing up and down over and over again. "Oh fuck, Lexi, I'm about to cum!" he groaned, unable to withstand her anymore. His daughter began to pump up and down his cock even faster as he neared the edge. Finally, he felt his balls tense up and began to unleash his load deep inside his daughter's throat.

"Fuck!" he yelled, as he began to empty his balls into his daughter's mouth which was still moving down the length of his prick. He shot ropes and ropes of his hot cum straight down her throat, way more than he could ever remember doing before. His daughter, to his surprise, continued like an expert, completely swallowing load after load.

He watched in awe as his lovely daughter swallowed the last of his cum. She'd completely taken almost his entire load, save for a few drops of it that had dripped down her chin and onto one of her breasts. Before removing her mouth from his cock, she swirled her tongue around John's tip, lapping up any remaining cum. She looked up at John with her bright green eyes, smiling and blushing slightly as she removed her lips from around his cock.

She sat back onto her butt, both her stocking covered legs bent behind her and spread to either side. She looked down at her breast, noticing the cum that had dripped onto her chest. She swirled it onto her finger and happily licked it off as John just watched his daughter with lust in his eyes.

"That was amazing, baby." John said, breaking the silence.

"Thanks," his daughter said, giggling like a normal teenager. "I love the taste of your cum, Daddy" she added.

John felt a stirring in his loins as his daughter said that, aroused at her open naughtiness. He got up off the chair, taking his shirt off, and pushed his daughter onto her back, this time taking charge.

"What's up, Daddy?" his daughter asked, feigning innocence.

"I'm gonna fuck my naughty little slut of a daughter, right here on the floor," he responded, roughly wiping the remaining cum off her chin with his thumb, slightly smearing her bright red lipstick in the process.

He laid her on her back and pressed his lips hard against hers, his tongue swirling in her mouth while he once again cupped her breast. He was turned on even more by the fact that his daughter's soft, full lips had been wrapped around his massive cock just moments before.

She moaned into his mouth as he teased her tongue with his and lightly pinched her hard nipples.

"Oh God, Daddy!" she gasped as their lips parted and he began kissing down the side of her neck. He slowly moved his dingers under her skirt, lightly pressing into her pussy through her panties. She was soaking wet. He teased her slit with the tip of his finger, running it up and down her wetness.

She ground her pussy hard against John's fingers, begging for more: "Please, Daddy, just fuck me already!"

John didn't need any further encouragement. In one move, he completely ripped his daughter's skirt off, throwing it torn on the floor. His daughter lifted up her hips, hooking her sopping wet panties with her thumbs. Slowly, she slid them down her legs, over her stockings.

As she did this, John stopped for a moment to admire his daughter's young, lithe body. She was absolutely gorgeous, completely naked save for the black thigh highs from her uniform. Her pretty, pink pussy was completely shaved and glistening with her juices.

He gazed hungrily at his sexy minx of a daughter's body. His daughter blushed as she realized he was staring at her, attempting to cover up slightly. He removed her hand from her body, pinning it to the side and reassuring her: "You're so fucking sexy, baby. Your body is perfect." John ran his hands up her legs and hips, her perfect, stocking clad thighs driving him crazy with lust.

"Thanks Daddy," his daughter said, blushing some more as she squirmed beneath him, still pinned by his hands.

He released her wrist and kissed her passionately on the mouth, this time rubbing his fingertips along her bare pussy. He teased her wet slit as their tongues swirled in each other's mouths, both hungry for more. His daughter moaned beneath his touch as he pressed one finger inside her sopping pussy.

"I can't wait anymore, Daddy! Take me already!" she yelled, her hips gyrating on his finger. He grabbed his cock and guided to towards his daughter's waiting hole, pressing the tip against her puffy lips. She moaned lightly as John's cock pressed into her entrance, still not inside. He hesitated, making sure his daughter was still okay with everything.

"Okay, sweetie, are you sure about this? This could and probably will change everything. Are you sure that's what you want to do?" he asked lovingly.

She bit her lip hard before responding: "Yes, Daddy, I'm sure! I love you, and I want to be the mother of your child. Please, fuck my tight little pussy hard and fill me up with your cum! Make me a mommy!" she exclaimed, once again slipping her tongue inside John's mouth.

John took the cue, and in one movement popped his cockhead just inside the entrance to his daughter's pussy. She gasped as his John's considerable size entered her cunt. He could feel his tip stretching his daughter's tight hole. Slowly, he pushed his cock farther into her wetness, being careful to not go too fast.

"Holy fuck, Daddy! Your cock is too big! You're splitting me in half!" she gasped in pain as he continued to slide his cock inside her pussy. In one final move, he pushed his massive cock the rest of the way in, completely bottoming out in her pussy.

"Jesus Christ, Lexi, your pussy is so fucking tight!" he gasped as her tightness completely enveloped his manhood.

Just as he did that, he heard her yelp out in agony. "Ouch! Fuck! That hurt really bad, Daddy!" she said, her eyes watering. John realized he'd just broken her hymen. After all, she did go to a Catholic school: his daughter was still a virgin.

"I'm really sorry baby" he said, wiping away a tear from her eye and kissing her on the forehead, allowing her to adjust to his enormous girth. "I didn't realize you were a virgin."

"I saved myself for you, Daddy! And it's not like I know that many boys, anyway." She said, squirming around, still impaled on his large cock.

John was even more aroused at the thought of deflowering his own daughter. He was the first one to ever be inside her tight, virgin pussy. He allowed her to adjust for a few more moments, before getting ready to go again. "You ready, princess?" he asked, slowly withdrawing his cock from her pussy.

"I think so!" she said, gaining confidence. "You're really big from what I've seen, but I think I can handle it! Fuck me! Fuck your horny little slut of a daughter!"

Sliding almost all the way out, John reentered his daughter with more force this time, pounding all the way inside her tight pussy. She yelped as he bottomed out inside her once again. He began to pick up a pace, sliding his thick member in and out of her wet pussy as he groped her perfect body. He could hear her breaths get more and more shallow and realized she was now enjoying it.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK DADDY!" she moaned as he continued to piston his cock in and out of her tight, young hole.

He reached down and grabbed around her waist, squeezing her round ass as he fucked his daughter's virgin cunt. He leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth, massaging her cute areola with his tongue and kneading her other breast with his hand.

His daughter matched his every movement with her hips, maintaining the rhythm and allowing John to penetrate deeper with every stroke. She arched her back as he stretched her tight pussy, and John could tell she was nearing the edge.




Stay-at-Home Daughter



"Oh fuck, your cock is so big! I'm so close to cumming! Don't stop, Daddy, fuck your daughter's tight little pussy!" she screamed, bouncing up and down on his thick member.

John continued to impale her on his enormous cock, pushing in as deep as he could with every stroke.

"Oh God!" his daughter yelled as she began to climax on his hard member. She began to convulse on his cock as he pushed in and out of her pussy relentlessly. Her screams and moans filled the house as she orgasmed, her virgin pussy being stretched by his humungous cock.

His daughter's crashing orgasm and screams of arousal drove John crazy, and he neared his own edge as her pussy began to contract on his cock.

"Oh fuck, baby! I'm about to cum!" he yelled as her tight pussy squeezed his enormous girth like a vise.

"Okay, Daddy!" she gasped in between moans. "Don't stop! Cum deep inside my pussy! Put your baby inside me! Get your horny slut of a daughter pregnant with your child!" she yelled, pressing her soft lips to his once again.

Her words drove him over the edge, and with one last pushed he drove his cock all the way inside her pussy as far as he could. She yelped out in pain as he hit her cervix, his cock buried all the way to her hilt. His cock exploded as he finally came, shooting ropes of his potent seed into his daughter's fertile womb. His cum coated the walls of her pussy as he fucked her hard.

His daughter cried out in pleasure as he continued to pump his seed deep inside her tight, teenage pussy. "Oh fuck! You're filling me up so much, Daddy! Fill me with your cum!"

"Fuck!" John yelled as he shot the last few ropes of his cum inside his daughter's womb. As his orgasm subsides, he began to pull out of his daughter's tight, young hole. He'd completely filled her pussy to the brim with his cum, and the excess oozed out, dripping onto her leg and staining her stockings.

John collapsed onto the floor, completely pulling out of his daughter as they both tried to recover from their orgasms. He placed his arm around his daughter as she rolled over onto her side, her firm breasts and hard nipples pressing into his naked chest.

"That was amazing, Daddy!" she said, kissing him on the cheek. "I've never cum so hard in my life!" He realized that although she was a virgin she'd obviously had practice masturbating. He loved that he'd raised such a naughty little girl. He reached around her back, squeezing her round ass and pulling her up to meet his lips once again, kissing her lovingly.

She broke the kiss and looked down towards her pussy, placing one hand over her womb. "You filled me up so much, Daddy!" she said, taking some of the cum that had leaked on her leg onto her finger and lapping it up with her tongue. "I really hope you got me pregnant! I can't wait to have your baby."

John placed his hand on top of hers, rubbing her stomach. "Well, it might take a few tries, sweetie. Don't be upset if it doesn't happen immediately."

"Okay, Daddy." She said, looking down shyly. "But..." she said, trailing off.

"But what, princess?"

She bit her lips, pouting a bit. "Are you still gonna love me when I'm fat and pregnant?"

"What?" he exclaimed, shocked. "Lexi, of course I am! You're the sexiest thing a guy could ask for, and I'm sure you'll be even sexier when you're pregnant. You're my daughter, I'll always love you."

"Oh Daddy! I'll always love you too!" she rolled completely on top of his body, her head resting on his chest. They lay together for a few minutes before John realized she'd drifted off to sleep.

John slowly got up, being careful not to wake his daughter. He picked her up in his arms and headed towards his room upstairs, proud of how gorgeous his nude daughter was. He set her down gently in his bed and lay down next to her, one arm over her side. He shortly fell asleep, only to wake early the next morning.

John opened his eyes, momentarily forgetting what happened the day before. He was lying in his bed pressed against his naked daughter. His mind flashed back to the evening before and he eased. John noticed now that his morning erection was firmly planted between his daughter's round cheeks, pressing lightly against her slit. Not wanting to wake her, he attempted to move away. In doing so, he dragged his cockhead against her pussy lips, causing her to stir.

Slowly his daughter awakened, realizing where she was. She turned her head, seeing John cuddling behind her. "Hey, Daddy," she said, sleepily. She took his hand which was resting on the side of her hip and entwined her fingers with his, placing his hand over her womb.

"Hey princess, sorry for waking you; I didn't mean to." He tried to rearrange his hardness but ended up getting it stuck between her tight, young cheeks. He tried to ignore it and stroked her hair with his free hand.

"It's fine, Daddy." She said, turning a bit more and giving him a peck on the lips. "I had fun last night!" she exclaimed, bubbling a bit more as she woke up. She guided his hand, moving it in a circular motion over her lower stomach. John felt his daughter's flat stomach, picturing how sexy she would be with her baby bump.

"Me too, baby." He replied, lost in thought.

Suddenly, he felt his daughter's small fingers curl around his erection, lightly pumping it in her hand.

"What are you doing, Alexis?" he asked, surprised by her sudden actions.

"I want you to fuck me again, Daddy!" she said, giggling. "What else would I be doing?" She firmly grasped his cock and began to guide it towards her hole, attempting to have him penetrate her from behind.

His daughter moved her hips suddenly, causing his cockhead to push in to the entrance of her pussy. Before she could go further, John stopped her. "Hang on, baby. I need to talk to you first."

"But Daddy, I'm horny! And I need to make sure you get me pregnant while I'm still ovulating!" she whimpered, her breathing getting shorter as the tip of his cock stretched her tight walls.

"No buts," he said sternly, "this will be quick."

"Okay. What did you want to tell me?" she replied, giving in. After all, he was still her father.

"I know you want to be a stay at home mother, Alexis." He began.

"Yes, what about that, Daddy?" she said, still looking over her shoulder with his big, green eyes. While he started talking, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, hoping to convince him to hurry.

John momentarily paused to gently squeeze her perfect breast, before continuing. "I know you want to be a stay at home mother," he repeated, "but I don't think you should let that stop you from going to college."

"What?" she replied, this time paying attention.

"You have great grades, and I see no reason why you shouldn't go to school. College is important. When or if you become a mother you can of course stay home and focus on motherhood, but I don't want that to deter you from having an education."

"Really? But what about mom? She'll just make me study something I don't like!" she said, disappointed.

"Don't worry about your mother. I don't care what she says. I want you to be able to do anything you want. If you want to go to school then you should do whatever you enjoy." John explained.

Her face lit up. She obviously still wanted to go to college, even if she was to be a mother. "Thank you, Daddy!"

John leaned over her, admiring his beautiful daughter's lovely, happy smile. "I just want you to be happy, babe" he said. His daughter placed her arms over his neck and brought his lips to hers, kissing him softly as her tongue lightly caressed his.

She broke the kiss, speaking again: "It might be kind of weird, though. You know, going to school, carrying our baby in my womb. Everyone is gonna see my pregnant belly!"

"I can't wait to see my sexy daughter pregnant with my child. I can't imagine your body any more perfect." John said, getting ready to once again fuck his gorgeous daughter.

"Thanks, Daddy," she said, blushing bright red.

"Now let's make sure you become the mother of my child. I love you Alexis."

"I love you too, Daddy."

In one movement John pushed his cock deep inside his daughter's pussy, filling her to the brim.

Three weeks passed and John had settled into a routine with his daughter. She finished up her last semester of high school and they continued to try and conceive. They slept in the same bed every night and John truly felt like he had a hot young wife to come home to every night. He was fully in love with his gorgeous daughter.

On day she came home from school and John could hear her giggling loudly as she reached front door. She opened the door and looked around, hoping to see her father. She spotted him in the kitchen as he looked her up and down, still mesmerized by her sexy uniform.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed, practically screaming.

"What is it, baby?" he asked, wondering what had happened.

"On the way to school I stopped to get a pregnancy test. I took it in the bathroom and I've been waiting all day to tell you!" she said, smiling as wide as ever.

"Well?" John said, already knowing the answer.

"I'm pregnant!" she cried, running up to him and hugging him tightly.

"That's amazing! I'm surprised it happened so quickly! I love you, Alexis." John said, squeezing her back.

"I love you too Daddy!" She looked up, smiling. She pressed her lips softly against his, as a woman bearing his child.

They embraced for a while, before John broke the silence. "Okay, princess. That's great news! Now let's get you out of those clothes and I'll draw a bath for the future mother of my child." He ripped her blouse off, picking her up by the waist and carrying her towards the stairs. He cupped her breast roughly through her bra with his free hand and hungrily pressed his lips to hers.

"Are you going to join me, Daddy?" she asked sheepishly, breaking the kiss.

"Of course, princess." He squeezed her tight ass under her skirt and headed up the stairs towards the bathroom, ready to fuck his pregnant daughter.



Stay-At-Home-Fuck-Daddy



The beer bottle I'd been caught fucking burned a candle now. There in the daylight, I watched the wax cream itself over its shape. The bottle was a forty.

My hands trembled as I pulled my bleached ponytail apart in front of my husband's mother's mirror. In the front room of the trailer, I could hear the sounds of a car race blare from the television's single speaker. My heart was in a race of its own and I knew the only way to calm it was to smoke again.

The scent of the lit cigarette brought my feet back to the ground and I blew smoke at the loaded ashtray. My brown eyes, wet from the heat of the match, glimpsed my naked body. The pooch above my red pubic hair proudly declared my relationship to my two beautiful children. My tits were two generous handfuls.

I slipped my shirt over my bra, careful to not burn it. It felt dirty and insincere to wear one my husband's faded wife-beaters, but something inside of me loved the shit out of that part. I pulled pajama bottoms on over my pudgy panties and limply tied them up.

I wanted to look good, but not like I was begging for it.

The cigarette was at my side as I left the bedroom for the front of the trailer.

His sweaty, college aged form didn't acknowledge me as I passed. He'd been fucking her every night even though she was pregnant.

"Joy?" He said with a grunt.

I pretended to not hear him and opened the fridge for a beer.

"Joy!" He shouted at me and I turned. I cracked open my can.

"What?" I said. "Turn that shit down or off!"

The sound of the race stopped.

"Gonna bring me a beer?"

I reached back into the fridge. "You should get a job."

Ronnie only laughed from the living room.

"Harlan ain't here," he said. "So?"

I knew what he meant. It meant this was the day he might fuck me. But it's been like that before. Somehow he never brought it up most days.

Ever since I saw him fucking Jana next door by accident, I'd spied on him when I could. The time he caught me spying was the day I thought my life was over. He'd made an arrangement with me. He'd fuck me if I stopped taking the pill. That simple.

"Yeah," I said with a shrug and swallowed some beer.

"How many days it been?" Ronnie asked.

"You know how many," I said.

"Maybe I lost track," he said quickly. "Maybe I don't give a fuck."

"Almost a month," I said and I could hear my voice shake a little. "I ain't been on the pill for near a month."

I put his beer on the table and blew smoke in his direction.

"Okay," he said and reached down to his belt. As his fingers worked the latch beneath the buckle, I approached him. His zipper came down and only the coffee table kept us apart. I breathed smoke from my cigarette and watched him wiggle his pants and underwear down.

"Go on," he said to me. "Get this table outta here."

I hunched over and pulled the coffee table away from him.

He snapped his fingers at me and pointed to his lap. I walked around the coffee table and stood right in front of him. As my future son whipped his cock out, I sipped my beer and flicked my ashes to the living room floor.

Ronnie's cock was massive and he knew it. He laid its limp length out across his thigh. This wasn't the first time I'd seen it. I had watched that cock fuck my pregnant daughter, the pregnant neighbor, and the pregnant mom down the street.

"How many days?" Ronnie asked me as he lifted the weight of his thing for me to see more of it.

"Maybe enough," I said in an attempt to sound un-interested and plopped my cigarette into the beer can.

"That's good, girl, now kneel down."

I did like I was told. My knees touched the ground between his parted legs. I felt a tingle pulse at the top of my thighs as I did what he said.

"Touch it," he glared down at me.

My eyes submitted to the view only inches in front of me. The limp thing impressed with its width. The wrinkles on the foreskin reminded me of a walnut shell and its fat helmet was smooth like apple skin. Long dark tangles of hair seemed proud to surround something so masculine. My hand went out to it and my breath quickened as I reached beneath it.

I wanted to put my other hand on it. I needed to put my other hand on it. The size of it demanded more of my little hands so I put all ten fingers on him. I could hear my breathing loud because it was the only sound in the room.

"How long you been wantin' to touch that, Joy? A month and a half? I know you been fingerin' your pussy wishin' it was in you."

Ronnie reached to one side for his cigarette pack.

I looked up at him.

"Don't look at me, Bitch! I ain't the show!" He shouted down at me.

My eyes shot down to his lap again and the widening cock in my fingers. From just my touch it was thickening. With the slightest movement it was responding. I squeezed it with both hands I could feel the veins grow into my palms.

He tapped the butt of his cigarette on the top of my head.

"Look at that, Joy. I think I just might let you suck it. Would you like that? Give it a polish?"

He lit his cigarette. I heard his exhale when I leaned forward. My eyes closed as the musk of his dirty dick invited me closer. The scent of old spunk and sweat caused my jaw to drop. I wanted the taste in my mouth.

"Oh, Joy, you're gonna get fucked," he said. "Remember watchin' me do Jana? Remember the night I caught you fucking that beer bottle? I'll pop that pussy out, you'll see."

I could feel my panties wet and sticky as he said what I wanted to hear most.

"You ever cheated on Harlan before, Joy?"

I ignored the question and pointed the fat knob of his fruit at my mouth.

"Not gonna answer me?" He asked and his hands slammed into my cheeks. He forced me to face him from his hands. The cigarette was still in his mouth. The sting of his hands was an echo in my pores.

My thighs rubbed together in a futile effort to tug my panties over my clit.

"No, Ronnie, I ain't."

"So I'm the first?" He grinned down at me. "I know I'm the first to do this."

With speed and abrupt ferocity, he grabbed my hair with one hand and his cock with the other. He smacked its giant end upside my head. He slapped it against my cheek and chin. The head smacked my closed eyes.

"Harlan ever do that!? Huh!? Kinda hard to dick-whip if yer dick ain't big like a whip, huh." He grinned as he continued to smack my face. "Hey! I'm a poet and didn't know it!"

His last phrase was punctuated by a dick slap for each syllable.

My mouth opened in an attempt to catch it. My tongue tried to lick it. With my eyes wide and my cheeks red from his hands I wanted to taste his glistening knob. My efforts came with throaty growls that I'd never made before.

He laughed at me. He pulled his cock away from me and ashed his cigarette on my face.

"Know what? I wantcha to do the back," at those words, he pushed me away from him and stood up. As his pants dropped, he shoved his underwear down and turned to show me his flabby ass. "Put yer tongue in there. Got an itch I can't scratch."

The command repulsed me, but there's no way he could tell. He took up his beer from the couch and cracked it open.

"No, Ronnie. I don't want to."

"That's okay, Joy, I didn't wanna fuck you anyways. Ugly. Average tits. And plain stupid."

On my knees, I stared at his back as he said those things. I was mad at him. But as mad as I was, I could feel my skin flushed red with wanting. My pussy, right up where it receives cock, was wide with wetness, hungry for him to go on.

My hands went to his hips and I reached my lips to his hairy ass cheeks. I breathed the smells left in underwear and I put my tongue out to know what it tasted like. I'd never done anything like this my whole life and now I couldn't wait to.

"Atta girl," he sighed. "Just push the shit around some and get it all wet below my fucking balls."

I complied. The dank brown taste spread over my tongue like peanut butter and I licked it all the way up and down. I smashed my tongue flat against his opening and felt his ass hairs scratch against my cheeks. I tasted the man who would marry my daughter and with each lick I could feel myself more and more wrapped up in his spell.

He made no sounds or any indication that my effort was pleasing him.

He only chugged some beer from his can.

I pushed my tongue into the opening of his asshole. I nudged it against every wrinkle I could find and I sighed into his crack. My chest swelled, as I desired more of his flavor.

I heard him gulp down the last of his beer and crush the can with his large hand.

The can dropped to the floor next to me.

"Get rid of that for me," he growled.

I fell back on my knees with his beautiful stain on my lips.

My pulse throbbed like it was drunk and I grabbed his beer can. I got to my feet and almost fell backward. 

Ronnie caught my arm and pulled me into his sweaty t-shirt. Still clenching the cigarette with his teeth, his pale green eyes stared down at me. The grip he had on my arm became painful.

His free hand shot down the front of my pants and into my drenched panties. I felt two of his fingers zip right past my clit and inside of me. The speed and force of this penetration made me grunt. My thighs clenched together.

He spit the cigarette out of his mouth to the floor in front of us.

"Let go of my fucking hand and pick that up!" He shouted into my ear.

I let my thighs open and I realized he wanted me to bend over with his fingers still inside of me. I leaned forward for the cigarette. My fingers were shaking as I took it from the floor.

With his grip on me, he forced me to remain bent over. In my craving pussy, his finger rubbed me in a "come-hither" motion. His speed was lazy and the rhythm of the movement was offbeat. I wanted to fuck his hand, but I didn't want him to yell at me again.

"This is where, Joy, where I'll put my seed," he breathed down at me. "That cock you crave? My fuck stick? It might give you a kid cause, like a good girl, you stopped taking the pill. Tell me why you did that."

A sigh fell out of my throat and I shuddered in response to his fingers.

"Because..." I mumbled with my eyes closed. "Because you told me to."

"That's right, Joy. I like fuckin' pregnant girls like Maggie."

The mention of my daughter's name made what he was doing even more intoxicating. I wasn't just cheating on Harlan he was cheating on Maggie. That shit turned me on.

"You want to be like Maggie for me, right Joy? Round. Bigger tits?"

I agreed with him. I'd decided to stop taking the pill so that I could be pregnant. Ronnie had made at least three women pregnant with his giant cock and I wanted to be number four.

"I want to give you a baby, Ronnie."

His fingers were building a need to release in me. With my words, his knuckles seemed even more confident as he dominated me. The cigarette in my hand had burnt itself out and sighed my mounting need for him. His palm was generous with my clit.

"That's good, Joy. That's real good. And like Maggie, you're gonna get a job, aren't you? Did you know that, Joy?"

I hadn't worked since Maggie was born. Harlan, the breadwinner, paid for everything we had. He drove trucks. I had no idea what Ronnie was talking about, I just wanted to come.

He wasn't letting me.

He took his hand out of my pussy and smelt his fingers.

"See I need money and I'm not getting a job. I got kids on the way."

He shoved me to the floor.

"Suck me, Joy, while I tell you my plan," he laughed.

I got to my knees in front of him and opened my mouth to him. The cock awaited my duty. The veins on it were thick with the power of lifting something so huge and demanding. My lips went around the tip of it and the pleasure of finally tasting it made me snort.

"Harlan's not gonna be around, Joy."

I took more of his length into my mouth and I slipped it over my teeth to fill my cheek. It was like Ronnie spoke to me through a fog of hot appetite. I leaned my head back and used both hands to point the fucker at my throat. I moved up the length of the beast and popped the head into the top of my throat.

Ronnie gasped and both of his hands gripped my hair.

"He's gonna leave you, Joy."

He slammed my head forward. Inch upon inch filled my throat to a point I couldn't take any more of it. The musk of his pubes filled my nose and I gagged on his hot rod. I felt like I was suffocating and to die of his cock sounded just fine to me.

By my hair, he tossed me away from his cock and the back of my head smacked into the floor.

"Harlan's gonna leave you cause he's gonna watch me fuck you."

My eyes fluttered and I rolled my head to look up at him. Through the daze of my knocked head, I watched him pull his pants up. It looked like he was dressing. He couldn't be dressing, I thought. I hadn't had him yet.

I panted up at him, still lost in sexual ecstasy.

"How's he gonna see it?" I asked and crawled toward him. My quelling quim urged me closer to him.

"I don't know, Joy, figure it out. Or are you too stupid?"

My hands reached for his fabulous, bobbing erection. He moved it away.

"Nope. No, Joy."

My fingers tore toward his pants. He hopped away and laughed down at me as he tucked the stiffy away. His zipper was up before I knew it.

"Fuck this place needs picked up, girl." He barked and went over to the fridge for another beer.

"Fuck me now," I breathed and crawled up on the couch.

"Get a job," he snorted and cracked open a beer.

I pulled down my pants and panties. I pointed my pulsing scoop at the kitchen. My fingers immediately stabbed and rubbed the shit out of my creaming cranberry. My eyes slammed shut and I dragged my lips against the dirty sofa in a wanton kiss.

"Goddamn it, girl," he said from the kitchen. "I'm still hard. No idea how that is cause your dumb mouth can't work a cock for shit."

I could feel my orgasm asserting itself for a mighty fall.

Ronnie slapped my ass and jerked my hand away from heaven. I had no idea he'd come back from the kitchen.

"I'm gonna fuck Erica right now. You can come too if you want."

I sighed. My brain was doing cartwheels. Ronnie was making all kinds of demands on me, but somehow they all made sense. I realized I wanted to pump out his kid and I wanted Harlan away from me. I wanted Ronnie to have money for beer and smokes. I wanted him to decide when I could come.

He stomped over to the trailer's screendoor and threw it open.

"Bitch better be home," he called out. I heard him belch.

I stood up with my pajama pants drooped across my soppy thighs.

I pulled them up and went out the screendoor to follow Ronnie.

With wayward footing, I walked through the driveway and into the trailer park. I could see Ronnie ahead of me. He was stomping forward like a soldier on a mission. His broad shoulders were held back and he scratched his razor short hair.

He hacked a lugie up and spit it onto the sizzling asphalt.

I didn't call after him. I didn't want to do anything to offend him.

He made a beeline to Erica's trailer and I caught up to him there.

Ronnie was already undoing his pants as he went for the screendoor and threw it open. I stepped behind him with an awkward appreciation for his force. He stepped into Erica's living room completely unannounced and not invited.

I followed and found Erica was watching TV with her two youngest kids. The varmints weren't old enough for school yet, just old enough for cartoons. Erica put her lips to her cigarette and blew smoke over the heads of her children.

"Go on to your room, y'all," Erica said to her kids as Ronnie walked right up to her with his pants unsnapped. The kids didn't respond to Erica's command.

"Go on now, you heard your momma!" Ronnie shouted and snapped his fingers.

The kids darted up the hallway.

Erica's the only natural redhead I know. She's got bright blue eyes that pop out of a face covered in freckles. She's also further along in her pregnancy than my daughter. 

"I don't like you comin' for this when the kids are here."

"Hire a fuckin' babysitter then."

One of her hands held her cigarette while the other went to the front of Ronnie's pants. She stared at me while he stared down at her.

"She knows?" She asked with a flat voice.

"Yeah. She fuckin' knows is that okay with you?" Ronnie said back.

"You want somethin', Joy? Help yourself to the fridge. There's some chicken left and I made the kids Kool-Aid."

Ronnie snapped his fingers in front of her face three or four times. Erica then went to open her pants. As she slid her jeans and panties down together, she went on talking.

"Evie's student loan money got in. I got you two hundred bucks. She's so excited about school. Can't wait to get outta this town." She flipped her pants off of one leg. The landed in a crumple pile in front of the cartoon. She picked her cigarette up again from the over-flowing ashtray.

"Yeah, we'll see about that," Ronnie said with a cool tone.

Erica licked her hand and went to touch her pussy with it. Her hair was over-grown and bright red. Ronnie grabbed her hand and flung it away.

"No. Dry."

I felt offense when I heard that Erica wasn't wet. My own had been fresh and dripping less than ten minutes previous. Ronnie wanted to fuck Erica and she wasn't even wet for it.

She lifted one leg up and laid herself back on the couch. Ronnie dropped his pants and his cock shot straight out from him. He moved between her legs and I watched his white ass adjust for the angle of Erica's hole.

I watched Erica hiss as he penetrated her.

Her eyes fluttered to half-open slits as Ronnie put it in and out of her. She stared at me while he took her pussy dry. She put her cigarette to her lips and I could hear it crackle over the inaudible fucking.

"Show it to me," Ronnie growled.

Holding her cigarette with her teeth, Erica pulled her shirt up over her swollen belly. Her alabaster skin was stretched and covered in freckles.

"Higher, dummy," he said and Erica lifted her shirt up over her bra. Her full tits pushed against a bra that was not the right size. The cups of the fabric were stretched like the Michelin Man. Part of her pink nipple showed clean.

Ronnie immediately popped both tits out of their cups.

"Mmmm," He groaned as he pinched one full tit with his fingers. He yanked it upward, released it, and slapped it. "Now you're getting wet. I feel your pussy all happy and stretched. There's my rocket socket. Can't help but get wet, can it? Has to. Can't wait to sometimes."

It was like he was describing my own chute. With his words, I felt my thighs part and my pussy drew itself back to wetness. I wanted to touch it again. I wanted to diddle myself to a wonderful orgasm, but I didn't think I was allowed to.

"Daddy, whassat?" He grinned down at her.

"That's a Cadillac," she broke her gaze with me and looked up at Ronnie.

Ronnie giggled. "And whassat, Mommy?"

"The garage."

"And these are the headlights!"

He smacked both of her tits. Her jaw dropped a little with the pain. She brought her cigarette to her lips for another drag. She shot smoke toward him and missed the ashtray when she reached for it.

"Give me your ass!" Ronnie said. Erica strained to lift her ass right there in the missionary position and Ronnie reached down with the same fingers he'd fucked me with.

A smile spread across Erica's face as he shoved a finger into her ass.

"Make it wink for me," Ronnie gasped down at her. "I like it winking on my finger. That's it. That's a good girl."

His free hand rubbed across her full belly with affection while his ass jutted back and forth. The loving hand then went up to hold Erica's cheek. She closed her eyes to his touch and kissed his palm with an open mouth.

As if startled by her move, Ronnie jerked his hand away and slapped both of her tits. He grabbed the right one and it looked to me like he was twisting it. Erica moaned in response. I felt panties sticky and soaked through against my dripping slice.