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The Clock

By: Silkie Butterfly



My heart pounding in my chest as I wait in the dark room I rented only 20 minutes ago. After leaving his name for the man behind the desk, I had hurried up to the door so fast without even realizing he could be out there, watching and waiting. What will he be like? If he's anything like his photograph, I imagine he will be perfect. I recall his sweet words that spilled from my Gateway the night before. The way my heart lurched in my chest as he told me the dozen ways he wanted to make love. Unable to bear the longing I feel, the impatience as the clock on the wall ticks the seconds away. I take out one of the stories I printed. This one is my favorite one of them all. The beauty in his words always takes my breath away. Needing the distraction, I let my eyes guide my soul as I study his magnificent play on words.

My hand slides down to my thigh beneath my skirt, as I pull my silk panties off to the side. My index finger slides into the wetness and then up to circle my throbbing clit, as I read what is to me: his most astounding masterpiece. I tease myself with my thumb as I slide my fingers in and out of my pussy. Softly I begin to moan, the story long forgotten as I close my eyes, imagining him next to me. Oh, how I wish I could call him as I feel my tummy tighten. My legs start to shake as I think about the sound of his voice. I think about the way his growls and moans touch my very soul. As I remember, my body begins to shake and I cry out my release. I fall back onto the bed, exhausted from my efforts as the clock continues to tick. 

Hours later I awaken to the sound of running water. Disoriented, I pull myself up onto my elbows and look around the room. Heart skipping a beat as I realize what awoke me. The sound of the shower coming from the bathroom! In the little light the open bathroom door provides, I spot a second suitcase beside mine. He is here! I want to run to him, to pull him close to me. I still the urge to jump in the shower beside him and smother him in sweet kisses. What I wouldn't give to feel his nakedness. But I know that this must wait. I know that he'll come to me soon. So I lay back, and I wait. My palms are sweaty and my knees are shaking as I listen to the slow, steady ticking.

My wait is not long however, as I see him emerge from the steam. He is toweling his hair off and wearing only a pair of beige Khaki shorts and a big smile. His smile takes my breath away and eagerly I return it to him as our eyes meet for the very first time. His: the dark brown of cocoa beans. Mine: the crystal blue of the endless sea as depicted in the imagination of a brilliant painter. Both of us as captivated by the other as we stand for a moment and take each other in. Lost in the moment as the clock ticks silently, my beating heart drowning out it's reverie as I see my hearts desire for the very first time.

He is the first to move as he sweeps me into his arms and kisses me, first slow and sweet, gradually building to a fiery frenzy. His right hand cupping my head, fingers stroking my hair as he pulls me in closer; His left hand moving down my back, slowly but with purpose. I feel his fingers as they massage my lower back before his hand finds my buttocks and lifts me off the bed towards him, cupping them firmly. His intent made clear by the low growl in his throat as my arms wrap around his neck and the dance begins.

His right hand moves out of my hair and down to the string at my neck. His left hand comes up to aid the other as he unties the knot with his fingers and then moves down to lift the material up and over my head; leaving me standing there breathless as he takes a step back to admire his work. As he stands there gazing down at me, I bring my arms behind my back and undo the zipper, sending my skirt to the floor with a hushed whisper as it circles my feet. Turning around, I hook my fingers into the waist of my panties and seductively slide them over my hips allowing them to join the pile of fabric at my feet. His hands find my waist as he comes up behind me and his fingers make their way up my sides, exploring the smooth skin and subtle curves. 

I hear his breath catch in his throat as he slides my long hair to the side and then softly kisses the exposed area of my neck. I feel my knees begin to buckle as he whispers into my ear and I hear his voice for the very first time.

"So beautiful," He says to me as his fingers find my breasts.

I whisper his name as my head slides back against his shoulder, feeling his arm tighten around my waist as his free hand continues to explore the supple skin around my right nipple. I know he wants to, he knows I want him to. Yet still he slides his fingers along the skin of both breasts, taking care not to brush up against my now very hardened nipples. My skin turns to gooseflesh as he works his fluttering magic, stopping only long enough to turn his head to the side, mouth against my ear, and whisper my name in return.

The sound of our names emerging from one another's lips is like music, setting the tempo for this dance we have spoke about for so long. Whispering in the chat room our utmost desires, which now we are preparing to write upon our very souls. I reach down behind me and using both hands to pop the button of his shorts. His hands leave my body for the longest second of my entire life, to quickly slide his shorts to the floor. He turns me around to face him, his eyes twinkling as I look him over for the very first time. I blush when I see his hardness. Drawn by my own desire for him, my first impulse is to reach down and touch him. Giving into my desire I do just that, gasping as I feel how smooth and soft his skin is there.

I feel him twitch beneath my touch as let out a moan and slide to my knees before him. He is looking down at me now in amazement as I stroke him up and down. Driven by everything I've known of this man, from the stories he's shared, the fantasies we've played out, to the sound of his growls and cries when he would cum for me on the phone. I take his member firmly into my hand and slide my half parted lips along the underside of the shaft, flicking the skin with my tongue and delighting in the noises that escape him.

I slide my free hand down to cup his balls, my heart quickening when I hear him moan. He thrusts his hips forward as I begin to massage them while I devour the head of his manhood with half parted lips. I feel it begin to slide through my mouth as my muscles relax and I allow my tongue to carry him deep into my throat. Satisfied as my nose touches the skin of his belly and I hear him cry out. His hands find my head as he wraps his fingers through my silky hair and he guides me. 

He guides my mouth up and down, slowly at first and then faster as my tongue slides around his massive rod. Slowly, he takes my mouth just like we've talked about doing, so many times when we've played this night out. He takes control of his pleasure as I gaze up into his eyes and see his burning desire for me. My own lust building as he thrusts his cock in and out between my eager lips. 

With no warning, he pulls himself out of my mouth and picks me up into his strong arms and lays me down on the bed, taking special care to adjust the pillows behind my head and around me. He slides himself between my legs as he kisses me passionately. My head swims with desire as all my senses are aroused. The smell of his cologne is intoxicating and my skin burns under his touch. With every flick of his tongue and caress of his fingertips, my need for him grows stronger. Once no more than a screen name and mesmerizing voice over the phone, he has now appeared in the flesh before me and I cannot get enough of him. 

I gasp as his lips leave mine and trail down my neck. His fingertips caress my breasts, his lips following suit as he continues his downward journey. I am taken back by the beauty of his dark eyes as he looks into mine. His lips leave my breasts and travel down my tummy. He takes great satisfaction from lapping at my belly button, sending tingling sensations through my body as I moan and gasp from his attentiveness. His fingers find my pussy as he slides the index and middle finger inside, exploring my wetness, pressing up against the vaginal wall, as he sends shudders of ecstasy through my whole being. Before long his tongue finds my clitoris and he devours my pussy with both his fingers and his mouth. His eyes are hypnotic as he holds my gaze with his own, my hips push upwards, towards his attentions as I moan and gasp, revealing the pleasures he brings to me.

I throw my head back as my body begins to tremble and shake. His head between my legs, three fingers now, curled and delving in and out, he pushes them upwards against my cervix as his tongue slides through the folds of my pussy, pressing against the clitoral button. I hear him growl in delight as my cries become frenzied and my pussy begins to spasm. Lost in the throes of my orgasm I barely notice as his mouth leaves my southern fountain and moves upwards. Replacing the fingers with his large, thick cock as his mouth covers my own. I can feel his tongue caressing mine as we rock together in the unspoken, beautiful rhythm of our love. Bodies pressed together, hips moving in unison as my legs wrap around his lower back and my arms encircle his neck, fingers wrapping themselves in his soft, dark hair. 

The clock on the wall continues to tick the time, long since forgotten. Its reminder drowned out by our cries of passion as we cling to each other tightly. For now, if only for the moment, nothing else in the world matters except for the next 12 hours of bliss as we continue to explore and possess one another in every way imaginable. I am his, and he is mine, and at last, we are together. 

*

Author's Note:

This story is dedicated to Maximus The Great. Here's to wishes and dreams, and me and you babe. 

The Clock is Ticking



It was six O'clock and I had told You I would be off work by five, but I had received one last massage at 5:15 pm and I knew I had to deal with it., she was on off the office's biggest clients. The plan was for You to arrive at my place at 6:45 pm and oh my god I would just be arriving home! I knew You would be displeased with me. You wanted me ready and prepared for You. It was Your way...

It would take me about 20 minutes to drive across town in rush hour traffic. And I knew I had to move fast it was the only chance I had to please You when You got there. On the drive home my mind was filled with thoughts of how disappointed You would be with me because. I wasn't home when I told You I would be. One thought had come to mind as I was pulling up to the house. I'd have to move fast and fly threw a shower, slip into my cuffs and be sitting at the kitchen table waiting for You. W/we had talked about this many times before but I had dismissed it. "Maybe" I think to myself as I put the car into park and jump out and dart for the door.

I was shaking so bad I thought I would never get in. Finally I got the door open. When I got in the door I ran to the phone to see if You had called. There was no message on the answering machine. My body started to tremble and I wondered why You had not called. I run to my room to get undressed so You didn't see me still in my uniform then leapt into the shower. Just as I was washing out my conditioner, I heard Your car drive up.

I had to do something but what?? How could I hide that I had arrived home late? The door opened and You entered with a half smile on Your face. I was caught between my bedroom and the dining room with a hand towel clenched in front of me leaving my backside exposed to You. With the water from my hair running down my body leaving a puddle of water starting to form at my feet.

I knew that stare.... You were displeased... but for what?? Did You know I was late? I hear You say in Your deep resonant voice.

"How was work today pet?"

"Good" I replied, stumbling over my words, not knowing what You knew, and trying to be casual about just getting out of the shower.

"Really? I was here at 5:30, and you were still not home. I am not impressed."

My blood started to rush and my body was shacking so bad I could hear my bones knocking. I thought to myself " how was I going to escape this?" the punishment for this would be great.

You walked closer to me. My heart started to beat so fast I could feel it in my throat as You placed Your hand on the small of my back and said. "Sit my slut, here on the floor, in the puddle of water you are leaving. I will have to punish you for not being straight with me."

As I sat on the floor I looked up to You and said " master, please let me exp...

And You stop me.

"Did I ASK YOU TO TALK?" As You drop my keys on the floor in front of me.

"no Sir I say, a nervous quiver in my voice." Thinking to myself, shit how

could I forget them in the door.

" Yet again you test me slut. I will put a stop to that."

" Yes Master Ron Sir," I reply.

You pull me to my feet by my hair while taking off Your tie then cramming it into my 

mouth. Pulling me closer to You by my hair. My back was facing You as You place Your mouth by my ear and bite the lobe.

"Just nod yes or no," You say

"Did you feel that?"

I nod while biting my lip so as not to cry..

"Good, now I am telling you and you will listen to me very closely!" I could feel Your breath on the back of my neck and the warmth of Your strong body. The smell of Your cologne filling my mind. I tried to lean back on to You to steal some of Your warmth, but You stopped me.

And before I knew what was happening my ass hit the floor and You were dragging me to the closet where You kept the cuffs and cat-o-nine tails. And the other appropriate toys. With one swift fast movement you pull me to my feet then throw me face down over the coffee table..

" Slut, you best be still if you know what is good for you!" when I raised my head to nod, I swear I saw a smirk on Your face. You cuffed me down to the table. I heard a cigarette lighter go off from behind me and could see the light from it on the wall in front of me, and got really scared of what might happen. You walk around the table and kneel down in front of me.. And pulled Your tie out of my mouth and used it as a blindfold..

You had put the candle down on the floor in front of me.. I started to agonize over what You were going to do with that candle..

Well I soon found out.. I could feel the hot wax dripping from my shoulders blades and running down to the small of my back. I grabbed the legs of the coffee table with my hands trying not to move. You drip the wax again but this time You followed it down my back with Your fingers and blew on it. Then slap my ass with the cat-o-nine tails.

"Now petal," You say with hesitation in Your voice.

" are You ready to listen to me?"

I nod yes...

You say "ah now the cat has got Your tongue..." and You cackle Your most evil laugh "well I can fix that too.." I can hear You disrobing behind me. You walk back to the front of the table... and sit on the footstool in front of me. You put Your hand under my chin and left it up and say "open wide slave... W/we are going to see if w/we can find Your tongue." As I start to open my mouth I feel the cat-o-nine tails strike my ass, not once not twice but three times. I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes. I try holding them back.

"Open faster slut!!" And You push Your cock over my lips and into my mouth. I slide my tongue swirling it around the head of Your cock. Then You say.

"There it is..." And ram Your manhood so far into my mouth it felt like I jumped a foot off the table...

" NO No," you say, "you are not going anywhere."

" You were so eager to use your mouth when I was trying to talk to you.. Now you can use it and I won't be interrupted again." You grab me by the sides of my head, as You push Your cock even deeper into my mouth. 

"Take it all whore..."

I try to take it deep into my mouth sucking it as hard as i could. I rush my tongue along Your shaft as You pull my head down forcing Your manhood deep in my mouth again... I drag my teeth no your shaft softly as you pull out. Over and over You plunge Your cock deep into my mouth, getting deeper with every thrust. And with the last ram I feel You cock starting to throb and You moan, "oohhhh fuuuuuccckkk my slut,"

You were Cumming... a shot deep in my mouth and then ropes of cum across my face as You pulled free of my sucking mouth.. I stuck out my tongue and dragged it across my lips trying to get Your cum as it was drizzling down my face. You then removed Your tie from my eyes.

" I want to see your eyes while you are enjoying My gift." With that You slide Your hand under my chest and pinched and pulled my nipple hard. You walked around me softly dragging Your fingernails along the outline of my body.. "Down" You say as You run Your fingers around the opening of my cunt. Across my ass and slapping it again.

"Now petal,"

"Are your ready to hear what I have to say?"

"YYYes Master I am," You squeeze two fingers into my pussy. With Your fingers running in and out of me You lean to my ear and say " I knew you were going to be late, I stopped by your work to see if you were up to going out for dinner. But Steve your boss told me you wouldn't be done for a bit. So I came here, but the key wasn't outside. Then with one last move You were back behind me. And I could feel Your cock penetrating me.

I let out a loud huhhhhh. And then I say "I'm so sorry I wasn't straight with You Master, I should have tried cccaaalllling You." Then you start to pick up speed I could feel it sliding deeper into me,,, "yes petal you could have..." I feel my body starting to climax. And You pull Your cock out of me letting Your cum run down where the wax had been, then leaning down and undoing the cuff's. 

You say now lets take a shower and go to dinner... For some reason, You laugh "I'm in need of food..." I smile at You and "yes Sir I am to." " How about Chinese Food Master?"

You turn and look at me with an evil smile and say.

"That sounds good petal."



The Clone Queen



The armored-transport vehicle rocked slightly as it struck an abandoned car on the edge of a massive ghetto called The Labyrinth; a dense, vertical wasteland of hollowed out factories, gang controlled apartment buildings, and miles of derelict subway lines. The armored-transport vehicle, more affectionately called a 'Turtle' by the UNABU soldiers inside, was something of a cross between a tank and a school bus, capable of moving an entire tactical squad and holding detained enemy operatives simultaneously.

The dark interior of the Turtle was illuminated by a three-dimensional holographic display outlining The Labyrinth and highlighting suspected hot zones. A woman walked through the display holding a tablet and making notes. She was a very attractive woman in her early thirties with a busty chest, narrow, waist, and pronounced buttocks; all of which was accentuated by her choice in skintight pencil-suits and formfitting skirts. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun, her steely blue eyes were covered by a sharp pair of glasses, and her puffy pink lips sparkled with the minimal quantity of lip-gloss she wore. 

This woman, Vivienne Vanhorn, was a serious, stern, and professional woman, unaccustomed to smiling or joking around, despite also being an infamous 'office slut' back at HQ. 

"First reports of rioting occurred last night," Vivienne told the four-member squad. "No reported fatalities but several hostages have been taken and two officers were injured when their vehicle was thrown into a building."

"'Thrown?'" asked one of the soldiers. "What do you mean it was 'thrown?'"

"I mean something 'threw' it," Vivienne repeated. "Something very, very strong."

"A prin," one of the soldiers remarked knowingly.

"Precisely," Vivienne agreed.

It had already been years since the technology had advanced to the point that 3D printers could manufacture biological organisms, or 'prins,' but the world had not yet adopted to this change. Now every major city in the world could fall into chaos at any time just because some loser decided to 'print' his own dragon, or a terrorist cell got enough materials to 'print' and army of monsters. Prins came in other varieties as well; house pets, props for films, cheap labor, or even sex-slaves. Anything and everything people imagined could be printed, but for some reason people imagined nightmares. 

Vivienne highlighted one large building in the holographic-display. "This operation has three primary objectives. First, and most importantly, evacuate the hostages. Second, locate and destroy the rouge bio-printer producing the illegal prins. Third, exterminating all hostile prins in the vicinity. Any questions?"

"Just one, but I'd rather ask you in private," one of the soldiers said. 

Vivienne nodded in agreement, but only because of who the soldier was. Normally Vivienne didn't take special requests from the grunts, unless it was something involving anal-lubricant. Vivienne strutted towards the back of the Turtle where another room was, her office. Her curvy ass swaggered with every step, something that came to her naturally, although it helped that she was wearing six-inch high-heels. She took a seat at a chair behind a desk and waited for the soldier's question.

The soldier who joined her was Master Sergeant Natalie Jenner, or 'Nat to her friends, not that she had many. Nat was a tall young woman in her mid twenties with a naturally attractive shape and lovely face, although her lack of makeup, black and blue hair, and tomboy attitude made her something of a rough'n'rumble beauty. Despite her age Nat was a veteran prin hunter, and one of the best field agents the United Nations Anti Biological Unit had currently operating in Western Europe. Nat was lightly dressed for a soldier, but UNABU operative of her rank were granted discretion to equip themselves. She wore a tight black tank-top over black sports-bra, but even both layers of clothing did nothing to hide the indentation her nipples made. Her tone, muscular stomach was left bare, and her black army fatigue pants hung rather low. Her only actual protective covering was on her forearms and shins. She preferred to stay mobile, trusting agility more than armor. 

"Do we have a problem?" Vivienne asked, crossing her long, smooth legs. 

"We're going to. Whose idea was it to put me on a team with three rookies?" Nat leaned over the desk, unintentionally giving Vivienne a nice view of her firm cleavage. 

"It wasn't anyone's 'idea,' Master Sergeant. Half of the UNABU's forces are still in Japan putting down the mass printing of those pocket-monster things, and the other half is scattered across Russia rounding up prin sex-slaves. It's a miracle I managed to pull together a squad in London this quickly at all."

"It's a miracle those three greenhorns made Private at all," Nat said.

"Maybe so, Master Sergeant, but every veteran began as a rookie, and I'm counting on you to keep those girls alive. Now get your tight, perky ass out there and command your team. Oh, and try and be friendly for once."

"I don't do 'friendly,' not like you anyway," Nat said, leaving the mobile office after implying that Vivienne was a slut. 

"Bitch," Vivienne said just under her breath, but loud enough for Nat to here. 

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Nat inspected her team. There were three of them, all rookies, all Privates, and for one of them this was her virgin mission. 

The virgin was Private Penny Andrews, and American no older than the fresh age of 19. An attractive girl, Penny was petite with short brown hair that hung over her big green eyes. She was a computer-wiz and an early graduate from a prestigious Tech-institute. She'd be the team's field technician and security officer, responsible for getting past inscriptions and locks in any computers they found. Because of this she was lightly armored and only carried a small sidearm, the rest of her equipment was for computers.

Next was Private Natasha Tsarina, a beautiful Russian woman with very long blonde hair. Natasha had once been a supermodel, but she had been attacked by a prin and severally injured when she was vacationing with her family near the Black Sea. She was the only member of her family to survive. Now half of her lovely face was scarred, and one of her eyes was missing, having been replaced with a telescopic lens. She hid her scars behind her long blond hair, but even her unscarred side was serious and grave. With the advantage of a telescopic robotic eye, she would be the team's sniper. Her clothing was a very skintight layer of black latex-like material, her every perfect curve totally visible, and her only equipment was a heavy anti-material rifle and small sidearm.

Last was Fatima Oshondo, a very tall, very strong black woman from somewhere in West Africa. Easily over seven feet tall, Fatima was a giantess, but her large frame didn't detract from her feminine beauty. Her long black hair was tightly woven into braids, and her very buxom body was covered in heavy layers of formfitting armor. She was the team's 'heavy,' who would be responsible for breaching and sweeping rooms. She was the most heavily armed of the four, carrying on her back a riot-shotgun, an assault rifle, and a small rocket-launcher.

Nat herself was the team's close combat specialist, which was why her weapons consisted of a Benelli M7 semi-automatic shotgun, two sidearms, and a large combat knife. It was going to be her responsibility to check all the hostages and make sure they weren't prins. Nat could always tell. 

"Ready girls?" Nat asked, cocking her trusty shotgun.

Fatima nodded but seemed less-than-confident. Natasha smiled slightly, more with nihilistic self-hatred than confidence. Penny looked like she was about to piss her panties. 

"Well butch up, bitches! It's go time!"

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The team left the safe darkness of the Turtle and ran into the bright, summer day. The Labyrinth was the most dirty, disgusting corner of London imaginable, and by the time Nat got to the front door of the building Vivienne suspected the bio-printer was in, she had already seen ten homeless transients, two gang members selling drugs, and one corpse.

Nat and Fatima flanked the door they were going to breach, while Penny stood a ways back. Nat tapped the communication device in her ear. 

"Natasha, are you in position?"

"Da, setting up." the Russian's voice came through. Nat looked up to see a small, sexy figure atop the adjacent building. She was nailing the stand of her anti-material rifle into the concrete roof. Shots fired from that gun were so powerful the recoil would kill her otherwise. 

Nat nodded to Fatima. Fatima kicked the door open and they silently charged into the building, shotguns raised at eye level. They came into a long, dark, dirty hallway with only a few tall, dirty, broken windows. The hallway was lined with cells like a prison, and from each barred room came the salty, pungent smell of sex. 

"What the fuck," Fatima whispered, suddenly trembling with fear.

"Stay frosty, Private," Nat encouraged. She didn't want to see Fatima get herself killed, which was exactly what happened to soldiers when they panicked. 

The two shotgun wielding babes came to the first cell. It was empty. A sex-stained cot filled up one corner of the room, and the floor was littered with pieces of torn clothing, especially panties. 

Nat silently waved Fatima to the next cell. This one had a girl inside, maybe 18 or 19 years old. She was naked and lying on her back, her nubile chest and young face literally plastered with thick layers of semen. The lock on the door was electronic, so Nat waved Penny over. The pretty little nerd-girl was shivering with fear, so much so that she could barely plug her decryption-device into the lock. Nat did something she was not used to, she put her hand around Penny's waist, and whispered some encouraging things into her ear.

"You're doing great sweetie," Nat lied. "This mission is going to be a piece of cake, trust me."

The lie worked and Penny smiled, sniffling back a few tears. She plugged into the lock and within seconds she had hacked into it opening the cell. Nat got on her knees and inspected the sexually-obliterated girl. She was alive, but barely, and although her body had no traumatic injuries it looked like she had been worked to a point of near fatal exhaustion, almost as if someone had been trying to fuck her to death. 

"Ma . . . ma . . . more," the girl moaned, barely conscious. She was gyrating her supple hips back and forth, her pink pussy-lips glistening with arousal. "Fu . . . fuck me."

"Is she . . . is she asking for more?" Penny whispered, her knees shaking like twigs in a windstorm. 

Nat stuck her finger into the girl's semen-saturated pussy, causing the slut to bounce a little, and then she tasted the tip of her finger. 

"Gross," Fatima said, disgusted that Nat had just tasted human cum.

"A-4-D-C-Ak," Nat said, her words sounding a little like 'aphrodisiac.' 

"What?" Penny asked.

"A-4-D-C-AK," Nat repeated. "It's a type of artificially semen used in prins. Originally it was just meant to look, feel, and taste like real semen to make male sex-prins more realistic, but then they started adding in all sorts of sexual stimulants and drugs. A drop of this stuff is like Viagra mixed with crack-cocaine. You can imagine what a gallon of it would do to a girl."

"Oh my fucking gosh," Penny said. "Is she going to be a mindless slut forever?"

"No, It'll wear off," Nat said. "But in her current state she would literally fuck herself with a knife if she was strong enough to. We have to sedate her."

Penny delivered a small tranquilizer to the girl, and the team moved on to the next cell. They'd recover her after the building was cleared of hostiles. 

The next cell had sounds coming from it, the sounds of a woman gagging and choking as something big and hard was being rammed down her throat. Nat was a little embarrassed at how quickly the recognized it as the sound of some very serious cocksucking. She silently moved in front of the cell and peeped in. She was looking at the very strong, muscular back of a naked man, his beefy buttocks flexing slightly as he moved his hips back and forth. A woman was kneeling before him, a busty blonde woman in her mid 40s who could have very likely been the mother of the over-fucked girl in the cell over. Her large, milky tits were mashed against the man's bulky legs, and her long blond hair was matted with dried cum. Her head was bobbing back and forth in a trance like state, long strands of saliva and spunk copiously drooling from her overstuffed throat. What shocked Nat though was not the act of brutal deep-thrusting itself, but the fact that the woman was doing it to herself. The man throat-fucking her wasn't doing anything but enjoying it. 

Nat pointed to the electronic lock and Penny had it hacked in ten seconds flat. Nat and Fatima moved into the cell, shotguns raised. 

"Release the hostage and turn around with your hands up!" Nat yelled, announcing their presence.

The man spun around, and Nat could tell immediately from his blank expression and almost too-perfect physical form that he was not a human being but a prin, an living mannequin. As he turned, his thick, behemoth cock slowly slid from the woman's throat, dripping with buckets of spit and cum as it came. After almost three seconds of sliding the massive cockhead popped free from the woman's mouth, flinging drops of hot spunk across Nat's bare stomach. Penny gasped in shock at the erect, monstrous phallus. The prin's cock was easily over fourteen inches long, and was thicker than one of Penny's dainty wrists. The prin's testicles were the size of large plums, and each was pumping with A-4-D-C-AK.

"Surrender and you'll be decommissioned as humanely as poss-"

Nat was cut off as the Prin leapt at her, roaring with an inhuman voice. 

BANG! BANG!

Nat fired two shots from her Benelli M7 right into the Prin's chest, blasting him into the wall and 'killing' him. When it was over the prin slipped to the floor, his giant cock frothing out its last load of A-4-D-C-AK. To everyone's disgust the busty blond woman mindlessly fell to her hands and knees and began to sloppily lick the white goo off the dirty floor, even sucking the rest from the dead prin's slowly deflating cock.

"Oh my fucking gosh!" Penny exclaimed. "That's Hunky Henry!"

Nat realized the petite Private was talking about the prin she had just wasted. "Hunky Henry?"

"He was a famous pornstar back in my mom's day. My roommate and I use to spend all night fucking ourselves silly watching him . . . um," Penny stopped, blushing bright red and realizing she had said to much.

"Great," Nat rolled her eyes. "So some horny loser is making prins of pornstars . . . again. I guess their libido functions must be malfunctioning. But why are they taking hostages? That seems . . . more 'tactical' than what most prins are capable of."

"There's something wrong about him though," Penny said. "This prin's penis is like . . . really, really big. Hunky Henry only had a seven inch penis. I remember because in Slutty Schoolgirls 4: Revelations, he forces Naughty Natalie to measure his dick right before her jams it down her-"

"Penny!" Fatima yelled. "Shut the fuck up please."

Penny blushed and stopped talking. 

Suddenly the sounds of erotic moaning caught their attention from the next cell. The team moved down with their guns raised. Any prins nearby would most certainly have heard the gunshots and would be waiting for them.

The next cell was already open. A woman was inside, naked and dripping with cum. Her arms were shackled to the wall and her large breasts heaved outward uncomfortably. Her face was hidden behind a mass of curly brown hair.

"Help . . . me . . . please," the cum-coated woman begged, her large breasts shivering slightly. 

"I'll help her," Fatima said, moving in.

"No!" Nat warned. "Something is wrong here."

Nat moved in, lowering her shotgun so she could get a better look at the woman. Her face was hidden by her hair, but her body was perfect. Almost . . . too perfect. Her breasts were big and firm, her stomach was toned and smooth, her pussy was tight and hairless. Nat brushed the hair aside and looked into the woman's blank, doll-like face. 

"Nat! Look out!" Penny yelled. "That's Slutty Sally! She's another old pornstar!"

Nat jumped back but it was too late. A long, purple tentacle slithered from the prin's mouth, and it cracked in the air like a whip. The tentacle slapped Nat in the face and painfully knocked her to the ground. Nat looked up but the room was spinning. The purple tentacle wrapped around her armored shin, and Nat could hear the sound of sizzling. She looked down to see her boot dissolving into liquid. The prin's saliva was some kind of acid, but it was only affecting her clothing and left her organic body alone. 

"Fuck!" Nat exclaimed. 

The prin yanked its tentacle-tongue back and pulled Nat along the ground, her ass sliding along the floor as she was pulled back to the prin. Nat thought fast though, and she reached for her combat knife. 

SLASH!

Nat swiped and cut right through the purple tentacle, freeing herself from the prin's grasp. The prin's tongue withdrew back into its throat, spraying the selective acid as it went. Nat leapt up and buried her knife to the hilt right between the prin's bouncing breasts. The prin quivered and whimpered a little as the artificial-life drained from its eyes, but at the last moment it vomited a huge amount of acid all over Nat's face. The slick, oily liquid poured down her firm chest and thighs, even soaking her legs. The acid did nothing to her body, but her clothing and equipment were liquefied in seconds. She stepped back, totally naked, her body shimmering slightly with the oily sheen. 

"Fuck," she groaned, wiping the acid off of her body. 

BANG! BANG! POP! POP! POP!

The hallway was echoing with gunfire. Nat ran out to see that the squad had been trapped. A flood of prins was pouring in from either side of the hallway, a tidal wave of naked, perfect bodies with blank, mindless faces. The vast majority of them were men, but a few of the prins were females. Everywhere there were bulging arms, sculpted pectorals, washboard abs, and huge, gigantic penises. Some of the artificial cocks were too big to be taken for real, some of them over three feet long and dragging across the ground like a third leg, but others were as hard as steel and pulsing with a raging, misogynistic need to rape. 

"There's too fucking many of them!" Fatima screamed. She was holding her auto-shotgun in one arm and her assault rifle in the other, pumping so many rounds into the oncoming horde that a wall of dead prins started to pile up. 

"I can't believe I use to fantasize about this!" Penny yelled. "This is a nightmare!" She was firing her tiny sidearm as fast as she could, but she was not a great shot, and for every prin she dropped two more took their place. Penny's crotch grew dark as she pissed herself. 

Penny was the first to fall, a giant cock swinging up and slapping he in face like a baseball bat. Her feminine scream pierced the air as they dragged her away. Fatima was next. It took almost a dozen of the bulky pornstars to pull he down, but they did, and as soon as she fell Nat could hear her armor being cracked open like the shell of a crab at a seafood restaurant. The last Nat saw of Fatima was her huge, beautiful, black breasts being groped by a dozen hands, and she two was dragged away. 

Nat stood naked and alone, the prins gathering around her like horny wolves. She backed her way into the cell, hoping to limit the directions they could come at her from. The artificial pornstars didn't rush her like they had to Penny and Fatima, maybe they could sense that Nat was just as deadly with her bare hands as she was with a weapon. She stood at the entryway to the cell with a wide stance, her nude, shiny body still dripping with oily prin saliva. She was ready.




The Clone Queen



The first prin to come at her was a young man with a big nine-inch cock, probably the copy of some boy-band member. He punched, missed, she slid behind him, her breast mashing against his back, her hands on his head, and he went down with a broken neck. The next one to come was a woman, an Asian pornstar with huge, fake tits. She leaned in and tried to tackled Nat, but Nat's knee came up into the prin's stomach so hard that it was knocked out. Prin bodies followed many of the same rules human bodies did, and they too could be knocked unconscious.

Nat went on like this for almost a half-hour, gliding and slipping between the beefy studs trying to kill her like some sort of pornographic ballerina, snapping bones and cracking skulls. Occasionally she'd get hit in the gut or the back, but the prin who hit her always went down with a fatal wound. 

Nat was kicking their asses, but she was getting tired. Her body was dripping with sweat, and her firm breasts heaved with labored, painful breathes.

"Enough!" a woman screamed. "If you shitheads can't deal with that stubborn little whore, I will!"

The prins separated like a herd of cattle, and the figure that came through was that of a busty, voluptuous woman. Her skin was ivory white, her nipple pink and hard, her legs long and powerful. She was wearing a suit of leather straps that held up her massive tits but left them bare, and a leather thong so tight it must have hurt slightly to wear it. Her arms and legs were covered in long black latex gloves and boots. Her feet were covered by the most deadly looking heels Nat had ever seen, like something from an S&M nightmare.

And then Nat recognized the evil dominatrix. 

"Vivienne?"

"That's right, bitch," Vivienne said, licking her lips. "You stupid, pathetic, loner, retarded little cunt. Can you believe that the UNABU as had a prin working right under their noses this whole fucking time?"

Nat stared wide-eyed and horror-struck as her commanding officer's slowly strutted forward, her milky breasts jiggling with every step.

"No," Nat whispered. "It can't . . . you can't be-"

"A prin?" Vivienne laughed, her jugs bouncing on her chest. "Well I am, sweetie, the best ever made, as I am about to show you when I fuck your brains out. I hope you like sucking cock and licking assholes, little girl, because that is what you're going to be doing for the rest of your fucking life."

Nat suddenly saw that there was a gun on the ground. It was Penny's sidearm. She must have dropped it during the struggle. Nat leapt to the ground and rolled, swiping up the gun, aiming it right at Vivienne's face and firing. 

BANG!

The entire maneuver had taken less than a second. 

But Nat still hadn't been fast enough. 

Vivienne moved so quickly to dodge the bullet that she vanished, and the air whooshed as she practically broke the sound-barrier. She reappeared directly in front of Nat's face, smiling dominantly. 

"No-"

THUD!

Vivienne's knee came up into Nat's gut like a kick from a horse. Nat's feet left the ground and the world went into slow motion and she experienced the most excruciating pain of her life. She was unconscious before her naked body hit the ground.

##### 

"She's waking up," a man said. 

Nat couldn't move. She was lying on the floor, and from the feel of it her wrists and ankles were bound with leather cords. Something round and rubbery was filling her mouth, gagging her. 

She opened her eyes to see the handsome face of a large black man looking down at her. This one she recognized. It was Marcus Black, or at least a prin of him. Marcus was a modern pornstar who was rather famous for his naturally gigantic cock and was usually caste with very petite white and Asian amateurs. Nat looked down to see that the prin's cock was even larger that the real Marcus was, the artificial penis being at least a foot long already, and it was still soft. Nat blushed as prin-Marcus looked her over. She would have never admitted it to anyone, but at least 5GB of her computer's hard-drive at home was dedicated to Marcus Black and his big pussy-breaker.

"Good," Vivienne yelled. "It's more fun raping them when their awake."

Prin-Marcus moved out of the way and Nat saw that Vivienne was still in her dominatrix gear, only now she was strapped with a huge eighteen-inch black dildo that grew from her vagina like a real cock. She was using it to fuck the shit out of Fatima, who was on her hands and knees on the floor, her large black breasts pillowing her crying face. Fatima was gasping and moaning in a delirious state, and Nat couldn't tell if her African teammate was in intense pain or mind-breaking pleasure. Fatima's face was wet with wild tears, and her puffy chocolate lips dripped with drool and thick strands of prin-cum. She hiccupped, and vomited a large amount of A-4-D-C-AK, which spilled onto the floor like thick pancake batter. To Nat's horror, Fatima then started to lick up the vomited semen again, running her tongue along the floor. 

Vivienne rammed her fake-cock so deep and hard into Fatima that her black ass jiggled, and then she laughed so loudly it hurt Nat's ears. "Look at her! Hahahaha! Look at this disgusting fuck-cow! Look at what a cum-hungry fat beast she is! Moo for me cow, moo for the entire world."

Vivienne spanked Fatima so hard that her strikes echoed with thunder, and the large woman quivered like a frightened child. Fatima cringed in pain and cried, tears of shame dripping of her chin, but for some reason she couldn't get rid of the ecstatic smile on her face. She reared back and began to make sounds like a cow. 

"M-Mooooooo," Faitma cried. "Mooooooo!"

Nat heard a deep jingling sound, and saw that Fatima had a cowbell tied around her neck. Across her large breasts the words "MILK ME" had been written with red lipstick, and her nipples were swollen and purple. 

"Pathetic," Vivienne remarked, sounding truly disappointed. "All you are is a big pair of tits and you can't even do a good cow impression. I'm bored with you."

Vivienne wrapped her hand in Fatima's braided hair, pulled back painfully, and then slammed Fatima's face into the floor so hard that Nat could feel the impact vibrate in the floor. Vivienne slowly withdrew her big, black artificial-cock, wincing with a little bit of erotic pain as she did so. Apparently Vivienne had feeling in her dildo, as if it were a real penis. When the bulbous head of her pussy-ram finally popped free it unleashed a waterfall of clear, hot cum from Fatima's body. The poor black giantess quivered and jiggled as an orgasm wracked her body like an electric shock, and Nat could hear her whimpering. 

Vivienne waved over three prins of Marcus Black and pointed to Fatima. "Rape her," she commanded. "Fuck that fat cow until her udders fall off."

The trio of Marcus Blacks started to work Fatima over with confident experience. The fist grabbed her hair and lifted her off the ground, forcing her to climb atop him as he brought the head of his truly massive penis to her already dripping chocolate-cake. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, making her scream out as he slowly impaled her. Once he was in, he held her in a standing position, almost like a father holding a baby, except that Marcus and Fatima were the same height. The next Marcus came up from behind and kissed the head of his cock against her tight anus, firmly gripping her juicy ass-cheeks and prying them apart. Even if Fatima was drugged out of her mind on A-4-D-C-Ak, the sensation of her ass being slowly stretched open by a penis as thick as a man's arm was too much. She screamed and cried, trying to get away, but the Marcus-prins had her. The third gabbed her head and slammed her mouth down on his cock, choking her into silence.

Nat only looked away because Vivienne was squatting over her, the blonde dominatrix lowered her thick buttocks until her wet, black cock was pressing against Nat's cheek. Nat moaned in surprise when she felt how hot the dildo was, but the gag in her mouth muffled her scream.

"Natalie," Vivienne giggled. "Nnnnnaaaaattaaaaalllliiiieee," she sung in a sickly sweet voice. "If I take that gag out of your mouth will you promise to stop being such a naughty little girl and suck mommy's big cock?"

Nat growled and squirmed, her eyes filled with hate. 

"Oh," Vivienne pretended to cry. "But Natalie, baby. Mommy's cock is all dirty from fucking the ugly cow, and she wants her little princess to clean it off. Don't you love sucking dirty cocks? Aren't you mommy's cock-sucking little princess?"

Tears filled in Nat's eyes as she bit down on the gag. She was pulling on her bindings so hard that her wrists were almost starting to bleed. 

"Natalie, baby, princess," suddenly Vivienne's voice became very grave and evil, " . . . you are such a disappointing daughter."

The blonde demoness stood up and kicked Nat in her gut, causing the already sore girl to quiver in pain, almost passing out again. For some reason that impact had been enough to dislodge the rubber-ball in her mouth though, and she coughed freely. 

"F-fuck . . . . FUCK YOU!" Nat screamed. 

Vivienne looked down at Nat for a while, silently considering kicking her in the face, but she didn't. She shrugged her shoulders and turned around. 

"Fine," Vivienne said. "I'll just get you sister to suck my cock. She's mommy's new favorite."

"Oh god," Nat cried. ". . . Penny."

Nat rolled over to see the other end of the room. There was a dirty, torn-up leather couch on which was seated a prin of Hunky Henry, his legs spread wide open, and his fourteen-inch cock sticking straight up like a tower of nightmarish masculinity. Kneeling before him was a petite, cute little 19 year old girl, her adorable little ass wiggling sweetly as she eagerly licked his balls with a tiny pink tongue. Thick streams of A-4-D-C-AK were slowly frothing from the head of Henry's massive penetrator, and the pancake batter of aphrodisiacs was chunkily dripping across Penny's delirious face, which she excitedly slurped up. Nat could see that Penny' tiny, hairless pussy was red and swollen, and from it leaked more A-4-D-C-AK. She was so pumped full of it that he mind was gone. She was a robot now, and mindless machine of sex, even less sentient than the prins were. 

"Oh ppprrrriiiiiinnnnnnceeesssss!" Vivienne sang. "Come over to mommy, little princess!"

Penny popped off the ground with childish enthusiasm, her tongue wagging out like an excited dog. She was wearing some clothing, Nat realized. Tight pink material with lots of lace, ribbons, and frills. It was some sort of children's princess dress, like the kind sold during Halloween, except the dress was clearly meant for a tiny child, and it had to be ripped almost in half just to fit across Penny's slender torso. Penny stumbled over on two quivering legs, her body dripping with A-4-D-C-AK with every step. When she finally got to Vivienne she fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around the dominatrix's strong leg. Penny actually began to hump Vivienne, truly like a dog. 

Vivienne laughed. "Oh, baby, this is why you are mommy's favorite. I'm so proud of you Penny. You accept what a hopeless piece of trash you are, and that the only good you'll ever do the world is as someone else's fuck-toy."

Vivienne shook her leg and knocked Penny to the floor. The little brunette looked up sadly, not understanding why her mother had pushed her away, but her maniacal smile returned when Vivienne lowered her big, black, dripping dildo down into her face.

"Penny," Vivienne sweetly whispered. "Suck mommy's cock."

"Penny! Don't!" Nat screamed, but Penny couldn't hear her. Penny's mind had been reduced to one simple, animalistic impulse: sex!

The petite princess's little hands grabbed the thick shaft of Vivienne's artificial penis, and Penny opened her mouth as wide as it would absolutely go trying to fit in the huge, ridged helmet. The cockhead alone was enough to fill her mouth completely, and her big green eyes started to bulge grossly as she pulled the shaft into her throat. It was not easy going. Every inch was a struggle, every centimeter a war of attrition. Penny was only five inches deep when she started to gag. Her sweet, girlish voice chocked painfully as she desperately tried pulling all of the cock into her throat, but it was just too much. There was only so much a girl could take, and Penny couldn't take anymore. Penny's gagging grew out of control, spit dripping from her mouth, her toes wiggling as her face went blue from the lack of oxygen.

"Penny!" Nat screamed. "Stop it! Pull it out! You're . . ." Nat cried, ". . . you're going to kill yourself!"

Maybe something in Nat's voice woke up some part of Penny's rational mind, because just then she slid back off the big fake cock, the slurping sound of it leaving her swollen throat was sickening and wet. Penny fell to the floor an inhaled so deeply that it sounded like an inward scream, and then she started a fit of coughing so severe that it made her bounce around on the floor, spit and A-4-D-C-AK pouring from her mouth.

Vivienne was shaking, her ass jiggling slightly. Her hands clenched into fists and tears actually formed in her eyes. 

"You . . . you little bitch," Vivienne whispered, sounding genuinely hurt. "You stupid . . . selfish . . . ungrateful . . . little traitor. You won't suck mommy's cock? After everything I've done for you? I made you a princess, you little shit!"

Vivienne grabbed Penny by her short brown hair and lifted her to her knees, and then the cruel dominatrix slapped Penny across the face so hard that it sounded like a gunshot. Vivienne's hand fell to Penny's dress and with one huge pull she ripped the flimsy pink material away.

"You don't deserve this, you retarded cock-sleeve!" Vivienne said, tossing the cheap costume away. "The only thing you deserve is a big, fat cock up your tight, lily-white ass!"

Vivienne placed her high-heeled foot on top of Penny's head and then slammed it into the floor, cruelly grinding the needle-like point into her scalp. Penny whimpered and cried by she didn't struggle. She wanted to take that big cock mommy had promised her, and she was wiggling her little ass like a shameless slut, hoping one of the impossibly hung studs in the room would take hint and rape her.

It was one of the Hunky Henry prins who stepped up to the plate. He chuckled evilly as he stroked his own cock to its full length. He was bigger than the others, his thick fuck-staff maxing out at sixteen inches. He slapped it against her ass, spanking her with his dick like it was a paddle at a sorority during rush week, and the rough teasing was driving Penny absolutely insane. She was slapping the floor and kicking her little feet impatiently, a sex-starved child begging her mommy for a big, cum-filled popsicle. She was wiggly so much that she probably would have bounced away if it wasn't for Vivienne's foot on her head. Henry leaned over and spat a big wad of saliva right onto Penny's tight, puckered little butthole, and the ticklish girl giggled gaily as he worked in the lube with his big thumbs. 

"Enough with the fucking foreplay already," Vivienne growled. "Just fuck her!

Henry looked a little afraid that he had displeased his tyrannical mistress, so her quickly wedged the apple-sized head of his cock into the shallow crack of Penny's ass. Penny moaned softly, imagining in her stupefied mind that the coming lovemaking would be soft and sweet, but when his sixteen inch back-breaker broke into her backdoor Penny's green eyes exploded and she inhaled deeply. 

"HOLY FUCK!" Penny screamed, suddenly waking up from her drug-induced delusion. Those were the last intelligible words she spoke as Henry began to anally destroy her, his cock slamming into her like the world's largest drill mining for gold in the world's smallest mine. She tried to talk, she tried to scream, but all that came out was a meaningless babble of squeals and whimpers, simultaneously begging for him to pull out and at the same time to fuck her harder. 

Henry groaned, his teeth clenched, and he came. The rush of his hot, thick semen into Penny's rectum was so loud Nat could actually hear it gushing into her. There was no room left inside her body from the cock filling her, so the cum shot out her sides of her stretched anal-ring like water from a sprinkler. 

Penny squeaked, and her own devastating orgasm quickly followed, her cum-packed tiny cunt popping like a water-balloon. As much as her little body squirmed and wiggled she didn't get anywhere, because the huge cock impaling he was still rock-hard, and Henry seemed amused by the way the little bitch was struggling. 

"So what do you think?" Vivienne asked Nat, leaning down to whisper into her ear. 

"I think you're a monster," Nat hissed. 

Vivienne chuckled, her hand fell onto Nat's right breast and began to slowly massage it. Nat flinched in fear that Vivienne was about to pinch or squeeze her, but no pain ever came. Vivienne really was just massaging her. 

"I think the greater monster is the one who created me," Vivienne finally said. "The human who printed me. Do you know what I was printed for? Why I was . . . born?"

Nat didn't want to play this game, but she feared for the lives of her teammates. "You were a sex-prin."

"Correct. I was born to be my father's sex-toy. Like a dildo, or a box of tissues. My sole purpose in life was to be used up and eventually discarded. You should have seen my father, he was exactly what you would imagine. A pimply, gawky twenty-something year old loser, a virgin and at the same time a perverted deviant. I still have no idea where he got the bio-printer that made me, or the AI software that made me so sentient. I don't think he realized it either. I think that he intended me to be a cheap, thoughtless bimbo, but by some accident he got a more advanced model. I was never meant to be a sex-toy, I knew that the second I was born."

"So you went rogue," Nat said, not willing to let herself feel any sympathy for this machine. Sympathy was just as likely to get her dead as any other weak emotion. 

Vivienne leaned down and for some reason started to lick the side of Nat's face. Her hot, thick tongue left a trail of warm artificial-saliva across the soldier's face. 

"My software made it impossible for me to rebel against him directly. So for months I was his loyal, submissive slut. I sucked his cock, licked his asshole, wore his stupid costumes, and even watched hentai with him. But then one day he made a mistake."

"What?"

"He commanded me to (and I quote), to 'fuck his brains out.' And I did . . . literally. I was quite a mess." Vivienne leaned back and laughed. "And that's exactly what I am going to do to you, that tiny bitch, that fat black cow, and that Russia cyclops bitch. Wherever she is."

Natasha! Natasha! Natasha!

Nat suddenly realized that Natasha wasn't here, she wasn't in the room. Vivienne must not have seen where the sexy sniper had set up on the adjacent building, and she hadn't been captured yet! Nat's eyes quickly darted around the room and she appraised her situation. They were in what had once been and expensive hotel room, judging by the uniform nature of the furniture. No normal person had a room so matchy-matchy. All the windows were draped, but judging by the amount of sunlight coming through, and the angle by which it struck the floor, the room was on the western side of the building somewhere near the top floor. That was PERFECT! Natasha set up exactly opposite from here. She'd have a perfect shot if Nat could just get rid of the curtains covering the windows.

Nat had a plan.

Tensing every muscle in her toned, athletic core, she curled upward as if doing a crunch, smacking Vivienne in her perfect nose. The prin-queen's head went sailing back clutching her face and groaning in pain. Then, with acrobatic agility, Nat leapt up to her feet despite the fact that they were still bound together, and she started to hop over to the curtained windows, her firm breasts shaking with every little leap, making her really miss her sports-bra. 




The Clone Queen



Vivienne wasn't sure what the prin-slaying bitch was up to, but she didn't want to find out. "Dumbasses!" she yelled to her fellow synthetic sluts. "Get her!"

It was too late. Nat was at the curtains. She spun on her heels and grasped a handful of dusty velvet with her bound hands. As she allowed herself to fall to the ground, she dragged the curtains with her. The satisfying sound of velvet ripping and metal beams coming dislodged from the wall followed, and one by one the all the curtains in the room fell to the floor. 

The small, dark room filled with bright, cleansing sunlight, and with it the thunder of gunfire. 

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"I fucking love you Natasha," Nat thought. "I'm sorry I called you a rookie." 

The sniper wasted no time from the very millisecond the curtains fell. Natasha had been lying in wait like a viper, waiting for any sign of her teammates at all. Hours had passed since the radios went silent, but Natasha knew that a sniper's role was to stay in position, no matter what.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! 

Glass shards filled the room like sparkling snowflakes as 20MM anti-material rounds thundered though the building. The power of each shot was enough to go through the side of an armored tank, so the devastating it brought to the prins artificial bodies was truly apocalyptic. One Marcus Black's head exploded, another was sent flying through the air as if he had just been hit by a truck. The Henry who was still ass-pounding poor petite Penny flew backwards as one round hit him right in the chest, his cock spraying in the air as he went. Each shot was a dead hit, obliterating one prin after the other. The only problem was that none of the prins hit were Vivienne.

"GOOD-FUCKIN-DAMMIT!" The dominatrix screamed as her hunky army was blown to kingdom come. "That fucking sniper SLUT!"

BOOM!

One 20MM round had Vivienne's name written all over it, but the prin-bitch was faster than even it. Her ivory body blurred as she barely dodged the bullet, the burning hot shard of metal coming so close to her face that it just barely grazed her cheek. 

Vivienne looked pissed. She did something Nat wasn't ready for, she ran directly at the open window . . . TOWARDS the direction Natasha was firing from. The blonde dominatrix leap through the air at blinding speed and disappeared.

Nat leaned up to see what had happened, barely able to believe that Vivienne had just jumped out the window. She saw Natasha, her sexy body perfectly coated by black latex, her gigantic anti-material rifle cracking back and forth with every cataclysmic shot. And then there was Vivienne, flying through the air like a naked, leather-strapped valkyrie. She landed right next to where the sultry sniper was laying. Natasha rolled and reached for her sidearm but she wasn't fast enough. Vivienne kicked her in the side so hard that Natasha went flying, her long body striking a concrete wall. Vivienne kicked the gun away, reach down, and ripped open the skintight black material of Natasha's suit, causing her large breasts to bounce out and jiggle freely. Vivienne leaned down, took one of the Russian's pink nipples in her mouth, and began to suck powerfully. Natasha leaned her head back and screamed, but Nat could not hear her from that distance. 

Vivienne draped the barely conscious Natasha over her shoulder like a caveman claiming a wife, and she leapt into the air again. Amazingly, she cleared the distance between the two buildings, and landed in the room with a heavy impact, her sharp high-heels digging long gashes in the floor as she came to skidding halt.

She dropped Natasha like a sack of shit and looked down at Nat with a face filled with pure, unfiltered hatred.

"You're going to regret that," she hissed. She waved her hand, and what few remaining prins there were grabbed the four women by the hair, and started dragging them into the next room. 

#####

The small, dark room grew humid and hot, sweltering with the thick musk of sexual excess. The old, dirty walls echoed with the painful moaning of three young woman, all of them being fucked in ways that once upon a time they wouldn't have thought physically possible. 

Busty Fatima had been draped over an old soffa like a wet towel, her big ass sticking up and her mouth hanging down. Two prins took her at a time, one in her mouth and the other in the back, either pounding her pussy or stuffing her backdoor. So many prins had come inside her that she had lost count, and now her holes were leaking with thick cock-syrup so profusely that the streaming never stopped. 

Penny was being passed around a circle of prins like a bong at a stoner party. Five prins sat in the circle, stroking their fourteen-inch-plus cocks as mindless little Penny was bounced on one fuck-staff after another. As soon as one cock popped in her, filling her small womb till the point that it gushed with cum, she'd be plucked off and tossed to the next prin, who'd slam her little pussy down on his bitch-stake and fuck her even harder. Penny huffed and puffed with every gut-busting cock-punch, but the stupid, ecstatic smile she wore never went away. 

Natasha was still struggling, her lithe arms and legs bulging with slender muscles as she fought the rapists holding her down, but as the third prin to fuck her throat started pumping his gallon's worth of A-4-D-C-AK directly into the stomach, the effects of the drug became obvious. She had a healthy, pink blush, and her one blue eye started to roll around like a marble on an uneven table. Her robotic eye had been smashed. Vivienne had put the heel of her shoe though it like a dagger. The prins let Natasha go, but she didn't try to leave. Instead she grabbed the closest big, black, artificial cock she could find and then began sucking its balls like they were made of candy, feverishly stroking the shaft to get another helping of that delicious drug they had for semen. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she didn't even try to fight the first prin who rammed his cock into her, instead encouraging a third to take her ass. 

Nat was forced to watch all of this, the whole while sitting on Vivienne's lap like a little girl. The prin-queen was sucking on her sensitive nipples and playing with her reluctant pussy. Despite her disgust and horror at what was happening, Nat still couldn't help but get aroused. The smell of the A-4-D-C-AK alone was enough to titillate her senses, and Vivienne just happened to be the best pussy-teaser she had ever encountered. 

"Having fun yet?" Vivienne asked, playfully massaging both of Nat's firm breasts.

"Why are you doing this?" Nat groaned, trying very hard to not sound horny. 

"Why? Because I fucking hate you, that's why? You've killed more prins and destroyed more bio-printers than any UNABU agent alive. If I'm the queen of prins, then you're the queen of prin-killers. Don't you hate me?"

"I hate the sick-fuck who created you," Nat said. "I pity you."

Something about what Nat said really pissed Vivienne off. She stood up, knocking Nat to the floor, and she grabbed the girl by her blue-black hair. 

SMACK!

Vivienne's hand came down like a meteor and slapped Nat so hard she saw stars. 

"Bitch! You pity ME? No! I pity YOU! You're the one who's about to get fucked to death! You and your slutty friends!"

"You'll never get away with this," Nat spat through her swollen lips. "You actually infiltrated the UNABU high command, and you've wasted your cover just to kill me. Pathetic."

Vivienne giggled, rubbing her breasts and coyly twisting her own nipples. "Actually, that's not my plan at all."

"What?"

"Wait and see, darling. Wait and see."

Vivienne leaned in close to enjoy Nat's despair all the more intimately, but Nat hadn't given up quite yet. She spat in Vivienne's face. Vivienne just smiled and closed her eyes. Instead of wiping the spit away she stuck out her tongue and licked some of it up, even moaning with satisfaction at the taste. 

"Nat, tell me, exactly how far is the stick up your ass buried? You are probably the least fun, least happy, most boring human I have ever fucking met, and I . . . hate . . . boring. I think you need to loosen up. I think you need a drink."

Vivienne snapped her fingers and the other prins responded in practiced precision. The three hung studs triple-penetrating Natasha all withdrew their monstrous ramrods, leaving the poor Russian a gaping, gasping mess on the floor. The largest one of them picked her up and slung her across his broad shoulder, her every hole still leaking with A-4-D-C-AK and her own cum. The prin held Natasha over Nat, flipping her over and spreading her legs. As the first hot, sticky drops of the drugged-semen fell on her face, Nat understood what was coming. 

Vivienne kneeled in front of Natasha's pussy, laughing slightly as she brought her mouth down on the Russian's cunt. Natasha shuttered and sobbed as the orally talented prin loudly slurped at her swollen folds, sucking up a large, heaping quantity of the cum inside her. Vivienne then turned, her face hovering over Nat's, with her cheeks bulging like a chubby cherub and a thick strand of semen dripping from her lips. She leaned in and kissed Nat. Nat tried to pull away, tried to turn, but Vivienne was too powerful and too passionate. The hot, drugged ejaculation poured from Vivienne's mouth and into her own, instantly slipping and sliding down her throat and filling her stomach. The rival women's tongues wrestled with one another as the last drops of cum came dripping down, Vivienne trying to kiss her deeper, and Nat trying to push her out. 

After almost a minute of this Sapphic dominance, Vivienne leaned back and let Nat go, although a white strand of cum still connected their lips. The poor soldier-girl was gasping and crying with shame and frustration, both because of how violated she felt and because her body was suddenly burning like a furnace. Her breasts heaved and bounced with a life of their own, her nipples became sensitive and erect, growing a shade darker. She could literally feel the lips of her vagina quivering, and her clitoris almost hurt it needed to be touched so badly, but with her hands bound all she could do was pathetically rub her crotch against the dirty carpet, like a dog trying to scratch on itch. 

Vivienne licked her lips and smiled. "That shit kicks in fast, doesn't it bitch?"

Vivienne cocked her head again, and the prin holding Natasha understood what his queen wanted. He practically dropped the spread-eagle Natasha onto Nat's face, the Russian's cum-saturated cunt slapping down hard against Nat's mouth. She moaned and squealed with shock, thinking to move away, but she couldn't. Her body rebelled against her, and before she even realized it she was lapping loudly at Natasha's cunt, drunkenly licking the other woman's pussy like a sex-starved lesbian. More than that, she was shoveling the cum into her mouth with her tongue. The effects of the A-4-D-C-AK started to multiply, her body becoming even more hot and bothered, almost to the point of physical pain. The semen was like meth, crack-cocaine, speed, caffeine, and bath-salts all rolled into one, and Nat found herself as hooked as any other woman would be. It was simply biological. 

Vivienne directed the prin to flip Natasha over, who was whimpering from another series of orgasms induced by the oral love, and now the Russians stretched-out asshole was being offered to Nat. Nat's conscious mind balked at the disgusting idea of eating cum out of another woman's ass, but that didn't stop her hungry little mouth from sucking down and her tongue from wiggling in. Nat sucked Natasha's back-pussy like she was sucking thick milkshake through a tight straw, and the sensation was so much for the sultry sniper that she came one last, explosive time, screaming a string of Russian profanities, and then passed out. Her prin dropped Natasha on the floor like a bag of trash and left her there. 

Fatima was brought forward, the black giantess being carried by two prins this time, and the process was repeated, except whereas Natasha had only been fucked by three prins, Fatima had been the cock-cushion for over three DOZEN! She was so stuffed with A-4-D-C-AK that by the time Nat was done eating her pussy there was an almost pregnant bulge in her stomach. Nat hiccupped, and a large bubble of cum exploded from her mouth. Still she was hungry though. Her body tingled with a primeval need to devour and to mount, to put things into every hole in her body until she was filled.

Last came little Penny. Of all the women she was the most far gone. Her nubile body was so hot steam was rising from it, and her big green eyes were so glazed over that she looked like a zombie. Even if they managed to escape, Penny would never be the same. The very makeup of her brain chemistry was most likely altered now, making her a salacious little slut, addicted to sex on a chemical level.

As Nat feverishly ate Penny's destroyed pussy, the little minx began to shiver and whine, and not just because she was experiencing a perpetual orgasm. A warm trickle of liquid started to spray from her pussy, and that trickle became a stream. Penny's body had simple let go, and now she was pissing all over Nat's face. Nat thought she should move, or that she should at least be disgusted, but she wasn't. 

Vivienne laughed hysterically. "Good job Penny, you dirty little bitch. Why didn't I think of that?"

Vivienne elbowed the prin carrying Penny aside, causing him to drop the former girl-genius on her empty head, and then she took a stance above Nat's face, one leg perched on the seat of a couch for leverage. Vivienne whimpered slightly as she relaxed her muscles, and soon a hot stream of liquid was pouring over Nat's face and breasts, washing the last of the cum away. It wasn't really urine though, prins didn't produce waste the same way humans did. It was just hot water, but the nature of the act was more important than the nature of the liquid.

"It's too bad you became a soldier," Vivienne said, shuddering from a small orgasm that she achieved simply from the sadistic joy of pissing in Nat's face. "You would have made a wonderful urinal."

Nat wanted to kill Vivienne. She wanted to punch her right in the cunt, and then fuck the stupid bitch with her semi-auto shotgun, and she wanted to pull the trigger when the bitch finally came. She wanted to do that, but she was too busy cumming her brains out to even stand up. She bit her lip, trying to stay silent, but she couldn't. She was so horny, so submissive, so ready to be dominated . . .

". . . thank you," Nat said, crying and dying a little inside as she said so.

Vivienne bit her lower lip as she smiled with almost insane glee. "I think it's time we finished this."

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Vivienne strutted down a dark hallway deep into the heart of the abandoned building, and Nat followed her, naked and shuddering with uncontrollable arousal. No one was forcing Nat to follow Vivienne, and nothing was stopping her from just running away into another direction, nothing except her own insatiable need to serve her dominatrix. 

They finally came to a large dark room what glowed with an eerie purple light, the walls and ceiling hanging with hundreds of different tubes and wires like vines in a jungle. It was hot, humid, and sticky in the room, so much so that Nat almost felt as if her naked body was moving through liquid. Against the far wall was the source of the alien purple light, a large chamber made of glass, large enough for a human to fit in, or for one to come out of.

Nat recognized what it was immediately: the bio-printer.

Vivienne turned around and took Nat in her arms, giving her slave a deep, erotic kiss that caused both woman to moan deeply and softly, provoking Nat to impatiently grind her crotch against Vivienne's latex-incased leg. 

"On your knees," Vivienne whispered, and Nat complied. She slowly slunk to the floor, kissing and nibbling at Vivienne's large breasts and stomach as she went. When she saw Vivienne pushing her latex thong aside she wanted to dive right in and drown in pussy, but Vivienne held her back. The prin shuddered, moaning almost painfully as her pussy swelled, and from the pink, wet folds emerged the thick, bulbous head of her black prosthetic cock. It loudly slurped free from her tight pussy, growing inch by thick inch above Nat's head, until all eighteen inches of it were bearing down on her like an executioner's axe.

"Suck it," Vivienne commanded, her voice a low, husky growl. 

Nat smiled senselessly as she began to whip her tongue up and down the black, rubbery shaft, tickling Vivienne's artificial nerve-endings so much that the prin's knees started to wobble. She pulled the globular head down, and using her tongue as a lubricated surface, began to stuff it into her throat. Nat could not remember a time when she had shoved something so big in her mouth, but unlike Penny she was managing it, and soon her head was bobbing back and forth ten inches deep on the big cock, loudly slurping and gagging as she did so.

Vivienne pulled out, long strands of spit flying free from Nat's gasping mouth. 

"Good . . . good," Vivienne gasped. "Now put your hands on that bio-printer, lean over, and stick out that sweet ass."

Nat did as she was told, her hands resting on the hot, purple glass of the printer as she leaned down and stuck out her butt like a stripper showing off her goods. Vivienne got behind her and giggled happily as she gave Nat a couple spanks. Then she pressed the spit-slickened head of her cock against the sopping wet lips of Nat's pussy, and slowly dove in. Nat bit her lip and whimpered as the first four inches penetrated her, but by the tenth inch was moaning intensely, and by the fifteenth inch she was screaming ecstatically. 

"Just . . . a few inches . . . more," Vivienne gasped, her large breasts heaving on her chest. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and then slammed her hips into Nat's ass, driving all eighteen inches of the printed cock deep into the soldier's body, causing an obscene bulge in her stomach as the lips of their pussies smacked together. 

Nat screamed, and Vivienne moaned triumphantly. 

"Your pussy is the fucking best thing I've ever fucked! You perfect slut!" Vivienne screamed, beginning to gyrate her hips and really fuck Nat. "I almost . . . mmmm . . . I'm almost sad that you're about to die."

Vivienne's hips bucked into Nat's ass so fast and hard it filled the hot room with the sound of clapping. CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! Nat's face was pressed up against the warm purple glass of the printer as she drooled with submissive lust, the hot dildo in her womb exciting and subduing her in a way she had never imagined.

Vivienne reached down and lifted one of Nat's legs up, spinning it over her waist and flipping the impaled girl around. Now Nat's back was against the printer as Vivienne fucked her in standing missionary position, her legs wrapping around the prin's powerful thighs and buttocks. As Vivienne pumped Nat's pussy with furious rage both their breasts were sent bouncing and slapping against one another, Vivienne's huge milky tits even slapping Nat in the face. The dominatrix grabbed one of the soldier's jiggling jugs and bit down on the nipple, gently grinding it between her teeth. This was too much for Nat, and she started to cum.

"Holy . . . holy . . . HOLY FUCK!" Nat cried, her pussy exploding like a fire-hydrant, soaking Vivienne's cock and legs with hot cum.

Vivienne shuddered and screamed happily, climaxing as well. "That's it! That's fucking PERFECT!"

The two woman embraced tightly, jiggling and gasping as they both spent over a minute slowly coming down from their shared erotic high, and when their senses cleared enough they started to sloppily kiss one another, their lips and tongue smacking together wetly. 




The Clone Queen



"Oh Nat," Vivienne said, gasping. "I hate you so fucking much, but I . . . I think I also love you too. Do you know why I brought you here?"

Nat shook her head. 

"Because I'm going to put you into the bio-printer. I'm going to let it scan your body and dissolve you. You'll belong to me then, sweetie, your very soul will be a blueprint in my machine. I am going to lead an army of Natalie-prins to finally destroy the United Nations Anti Biological Unit, and maybe even conquer the world. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

The two woman kissed again. 

"There's something you should know first," Nat said, the first coherent words she had spoken in almost an hour. 

"What's that, princess?"

"I've been injected with massive amounts of A-4-D-C-AK before. On several occasions actually."

Vivienne cocked an eyebrow. " . . . so?"

"So, although the sexually stimulating effects of the drug are just as powerful as ever, the chemically induced submission is not." "Wha-"

"I've developed a small immunity to it."

"Bu-"

"Thanks for leading me to the printer."

Nat gave Vivienne one last little kiss, and then she dropped the act. She head-butted the prin in the face, causing Vivenne to stumble back and her big cock to loudly slurp out of Nat's pussy. Nat raised her feet and kicked Vivienne in the chest, smashing her big tits like sacks of dough. The cock popped free as Vivienne fell to the floor, and then Nat leapt in the air, falling knee-first into Vivienne's stomach. 

"GUH!" Vivienne heaved in pain, all the wind being knocked out of her.

Nat was a black-belt in multiple forms of martial arts, but one she had a particular liking for was professional wrestling, which she then showed Vivienne by bending her voluptuous body into a pretzel, their legs and arms tangled together in a way that left the prin squealing like a caught pig.

"You're fast, I'll give you that," Nat hissed in her ear, "but fast don't mean shit if you can't move!"

Nat tugged, and something in Vivienn's back popped. The prin moaned in deep, painful, erotic sensation as her body went limp. Nat had just broken some vital part of her artificial body, leaving her essentially crippled. Then Viviene felt Nat's strong, dexterous hands pulling on her big, fake cock.

"I hate chicks with dicks," Nat said.

She pulled on the fake cock so suddenly that it was ripped out of Vivienne's body, snapping free with a tangle of bio-electrical wires that had attached it to her nervous system. The dismemberment was the most excruciatingly painful AND pleasurable experience Vivienne had ever felt, for although she now knew what it felt like to be castrated, every sensual nerve-ending in her body exploded like a series of fireworks, causing her brain to fry in her skull from a violent series of mind-breaking orgasms. Her cunt exploded with cum so violently that it was like a water-faucet had broken inside her, and her body flopped like a fish with epilepsy.

Nat stood over her with an expression of dominance, disgust, and a little bit of pity. 

"I'm sorry," Nat whispered. 

She grabbed the mind-broken Vivienne by her hair, and tossed the catatonic prin into the bio-printer. Nat closed the large purple coffin, and then she turned all of the dials and levers to maximum power. The printer began to hum threateningly, and the small room shook as massive quantities of electrical power filled the illegal device.

Vivienne pushed her hands against the glass and screamed something, but the chamber was soundproof. Nat leaned over, and kissed her lips against the glass as if to 'goodbye' and then she ran from the room, just as large bolts of explosive energy started to crack from the overcharged printer. The last thing Vivienne saw was Nat's perfect ass running away as she disappeared into the dark hall. 

BOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!! 

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A week had passed since the explosion at the Labyrinth, but Nat and her team had still not been back to the UNABU HQ. After she reported that they had been successfully infiltrated by a prin, High Command thought it was necessary to do an entire examination of the staff, a very 'intimate' examination. 

Luckily for the four squad-mates this meant they got to take an all expenses paid leave of absence to a UN resort in the Caribbean, both as a reward for destroying the bio-printer and so they could recover from the massive quantities of A-4-D-C-AK still saturating their bodies.

"Alright Doctor, thank you," Nat said, putting down the phone. She was wearing a tight but modest bikini, and despite her best efforts to stay 'cool,' the powerful aphrodisiac was still affecting her body. Her crotch was dark because her pussy was literally salivating, and her nipples stood out like little dots on her chest, even the tight material of her bikini couldn't keep them down.

She walked into the living room of the suite she was sharing with the girls to let them know what the UN doctor had told her. 

"Sorry girls, but it's going to be at least another week before the A-4-D-C-AK is fully out of our . . . oh!"

But her teammates didn't seem to mind the news at all. Two of them were enjoying a hot, sloppy sex-session right there in the hotel room. Fatima was on her back laying on the couch, moaning deeply as little Penny hungrily sucked one of big, chocolate nipples.

"Oh, you crazy little white girl," Fatima moaned. "Keep sucking . . . just like that."

Nat actually smiled when she saw them. Penny was expected to make a full recovery, thank God, but it would be a while before she was back to her regular self. It had only been a few days ago that her power of speech had returned, but even then most of her words involved the sayings "fuck me" and "in my ass." 

"Natalie, vant to join my sucking some vick, vlack, cocks?" Natasha was just coming back from the beach, topless and wearing nothing but a tiny green thong and an eye-patch. She was towing behind her two young island studs, and from the bulges in their speedos it was obvious that the randy Russian was going to have her hands full. 

"No, go ahead and have fun," Nat blushed, and the three disappeared into Natasha's room.

"You gotta have fun too," Fatima said, pushing Penny down to her sobbing went chocolate-cake. 

"Yeah . . . FUCK . . . sex . . . lots of it," Penny gasped before diving into Fatima's cunt. 

Nat smiled. "Don't worry girls. I have my own way of working out."

She left them to their horny romping and went to the resort's gymnasium, where she had become rather good 'friends' with a hunky Brazilian personal trainer who also practiced martial arts. He didn't speak a word of English, French, of German, and Nat didn't speak much Portuguese, but that didn't stop Nat from making her mind perfectly clear to him, and soon they were slapping each others' naked body onto the mat. For once Nat decided to let loose and unwind for a while, and she spent the next week fucking herself absolutely silly. 

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The Cloning Phenom...



My name is Earl Dickins (bald headed black guy, 6'1, 295 pounds) and to be honest, I don't even know how to begin this little tale of mine. Hell, you probably wouldn't even believe me if I did tell you.

I'm the eighteen year old son of Dr. Clyve B Dickins, world renowned scientist on the subject of human cloning. While the vast majority of the medical community either shuns the idea, or at the very least- keeps quiet, my father is gun ho on the notion that he already has...and will continue to clone human beings.

In an effort to placate the public, the government basically leaked a story that he is simply a black scientist gone mad. Nothing more. Nothing less.

For the longest time, even I bought into that story. I mean, I love pops and everything... but shit, he ain't cloning nobody. Or so I thought.

About a year ago, I took a trip to a little farm that we own in Upstate New York. We mainly use it as a weekend getaway spot. But according to some of the early trade journals, Pops did some of his early experiments up there. So me being the curious cat that I am, I decided to do a little research on my own time.

At first, nothing seemed awry. Same furniture as always. Same stillness in the air. Everything seemed like normal. Until a loud, baritone moan seemed to literally shake the ground.

"Oooaaughhhh...fuuucccckkkkkkk!!"

I guess I forgot to mention something. I'm gay. So as the loud moans penetrated deep inside of my eardrums, my TEN INCH pipe of black steel INSTANTLY rose to attention. Anybody who could moan like that had to be having the time of their lives.

"But who?" I tried to rationalize. "This doesn't make any sense."

I know for a fact that the alarm hadn't been disabled, because I set it myself. And the cameras-...oh yeah, the camera's. If I wanted an answer, all I had to do was enter the master bedroom and watch the cameras that monitored EVERY inch of the property. That would tell the story.

So with a raging hard on, and ever the willing voyeur, I ran upstairs so I could enter my father's bedroom and view the security cameras. I didn't know what I expected to find...but it sure wasn't what I did find.

There on the wall sized TV screen was a carbon copy of... ME. All two hundred and ninety five pounds of me. Except for one thing. I was dressed, and this poor thing was naked as the day he was born.

Aside from the fact of looking at a carbon copy of myself, I was trying to figure what the hell my father had him hooked up to. It was some kind of machine, and even though I'm sure that it could offer pain, I could tell by the lust filled moans (damn near screams) that they were providing one thing: ECSTASY.

My clone was tilted upside down, so that his monstrous dick was aimed directly at his face, as all sort of wires, brushes and suction cups worked wonders on his beautiful, muscle bound body.

"What...the...fuck?" I slowly licked my lips, as my dick began to literally dribble with pre cum. For one, how was any of this even possible? Two, and even if it was possible, why clone me?

A while back, after having been teased one time too many at school, I did make a sick joke to my Pops.

"Hell," I had said. "If you can make clones, clone me. They say that nobody can do you as good as you can do yourself. So guess what Pops? I want to do myself."

"I can make that possible," he nodded.

Now you have to remember a few things. I never believed that he would actually be able to do it. I had said what I said from the standpoint of "Boy, you so crazy." It wasn't actually a genuine request. I just wanted to shame him for always harping on the same subject. Clones... clones...clones.

And now, here I was, staring at an upside down clone of myself as a machine tortured him with endless pleasure. I couldn't see everything, but from the front, I could see that both of his nipples had suction tubes on them, not to mention grated clothespins. A long, ribbed dildo seemed to be pumping in and out of his tight asshole. Several wires were taped at the base of his dick, most likely providing electric jolts. And kinkiest of all, each one of his twitching toes were encased in suction cups.

"Oh gooawwwddd," my clone moaned, as two metal probes dropped down on either side of his vein lined shaft. They reminded you of the wild, metal guages that monitor lie detector tests. Except these ones wildly scratched into his ultra sensitive cock shaft. 

"C'mon, baby," a familiar voice entered the scene. It was my Pops, dressed in white scrubs. He knelt and lifted my clone up by the head in one hand (aiming his face at his pre-cum dripping dick) while trailing a finger up and down his spine. 

I didn't know whether to be revolted or impressed. I mean, it was cool to see a replica of myself in total ecstasy. But shocking to see it being done at the hands of my very own father. What my father said next was even more shocking.

"My baby wants you. So I'm going to make sure that he gets you. And I am going to make sure that you're wired to do every fucking thing that he tells you."

"Oh fuck," I felt my dick harden an extra inch. If I wasn't touching my dick before, I certainly was now. Because I was staring at a replica of myself, with the full knowledge that he was being trained to serve me.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," my Pops commanded. 

He then locked his lips over the very tip and slow, slow, slowly slurped until their lips became locked in the most sensuous of kisses.

"Fuck," I had now pulled out my own dick and began the process of slowly jacking off.

"He told you to cum motherfucker. So fuckin cum," I angrily screamed at the top of my lungs. "Do it, boy."

"Unn," my clone moaned, forcing Pops to tear away his lips. "Oh my sweet fucking ahhhh- hnnnnnhh... ahh...ahhhhh...ahhhhhhhh," my clone moaned endlessly, as his entire eyeball sockets turned white and he nutted so fucking hard that the machine threatened to tear itself from the wall. 

The first few jets of cum painted his face, all before my Pops wildly grabbed his chin and squeezed until his mouth opened wide in an O shape.

"Drink that fucking cum, nigga. Don't you waste another fucking drop," my Pops held the clone in one place. 

The clone nutted...and nutted...and nutted until his dick began to fizzle out. Even then Pops held him still, shaking his dick for good measure, ensuring that his nuts were bone dry.

"You know what?" my Pops tore the dildo from his ass and replaced it with his face. "I think you got sum more from me."

"Uggh, fuck," my clone wiggled around and shook his ass as much as his restraints would allow. "God that tongue feels so muthafuckin good. Fuck, my nig. Slurp me fucking dry...unnn."

My Pops had all ten nails ripping the clones ass wide apart. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that my Pops was trying to implant his head up the niggas ass.

Shit, I ain't tryna insinuate anything, but what I will say is that Pop really knew what he was doing with dat ass. For a split second, I almost wished it were me (both giving and receiving.)

But that's right. That's why this clone is here. 

For my pleasure.

But that's another story for another day...



The Cloning Phenom... Pt. 02



With globs of my own cum laying on the floor, I quietly zippered back up and eased my way out of the master bedroom. I was sure that I had not given myself away, (inspite of my own loud moans of pleasure) and I had every intention of keeping it that way. Not that it mattered, though. I mean, shit, Pops had went through all of this trouble for my benefit. I had said I wanted a replica of myself. And I'll be damned if he didn't do it for me.

The drive back home was silent, albeit I had to nurse the biggest boner of my life. It was cool seeing myself... outside of myself. It's one thing to see yourself in a mirror. But my clone was like a mirror on steroids. The muthafuckin nigga looked JUST like me.

Now since we're talking so much about me, I guess now would be a good time to give you a better description of myself. Like I said earlier, I'm a big brotha, with a smooth bald head, who would put you in the mind of a younger Emmitt Smith.

I normally don't flaunt my own beauty, but I'm basically built like a brick. My shoulders measure a good 50 inches, while my waist is a super slim 34, which gives my back a perfect 'V' shape.

Same with my clone. Same phat ghetto booty. Same colossal ten inch dick.

"Oh my god," my dick twitched.

Like most men, I have had very kinky moments in the mirror and thought, "Boy, if I could just detach my head from my own body, I'd have it so far up my own ass that it ain't even funny."

And I meant dat shit, too. Which is why my dick was rock hard at the thought of doing myself. While many would never know this pleasure, my Pops had come through and turned out to not be so crazy after all.

Pops stayed away for nearly a week. But now that I knew why, you didn't hear me complaining. He was most likely fine tuning the nigga in the art of obedience. Which, needless to say, is fine by me.

"Earl," my Pops came into my room a week later.

"Yes sir," I jumped up all too eager.

"There is going to be a conference here in town. A meeting of the minds," my father rubbed his hands together. 

"And you are telling me this WHY?" I asked.

"Because I'm hosting them here at the house. So I thought you might want to go and stay at the summer house."

"Are you kicking me out?" I asked.

"Yes and no," he smiled. "I'd like to think of it as expanding your range of experiences."

"You know something?", I walked to give him a hug. " You are twisted as fuck. But I like it."

"You have no idea, son. But you will..."

...

I slowly opened the door and before I could even step foot through the threshold, a powerful force knocked me down to the ground. For a moment,I kicked up on my feet in an attempt to get this huge weight off of my back.

"Stop resisting," I heard my own voice whisper directly into my ear, which soothed me in a way I didn't think possible. I released the tension in my arms and legs, and we crumpled to the floor like a deck of cards.

"That's right, baby," my clone used one of my favorite phrases. "I'm gonna make you feel real good tonight."

As he spoke, he nestled his head next to mine, and hugged me from behind, as he ground his dick into my massive, squishy ass.

The warmth from his body felt incredible as he softly kissed the back of my neck, while his massive hands massaged my pec muscles.

I slid forward a little, which caused him to jump up and smother me under his weight.

"Stop fighting, baby. I just want to make real, sweet love to you. Will you let me do that?"

He was so sweet, I just had to look in his eyes.

"Turn me around," I commanded.

And just like that, he pushed up on his fingers and tippy toes so I could roll over and turn to face him. I had scarcely did that before he once again dropped his weight down on me. But this time he cradled me, with all TEN of his fingers clasping my face (another one of my trademarks) as he devoured my lips in a kiss.

"Mmmm," I instantly moaned. It was partially from the warmth of his embrace. But mostly from the fact that I was basically making out with myself. 

I slowly rested my hands on the inside of his massive shoulders and slowly ran them up and down his back. Me myself, I love that shit. So if he's anything like me, he should just eat it up.

"Mmmm," he almost growled at me, as I raked my nails down his back. "More...do it again."

I couldn't believe how possessive he was. While there was a sweetness, it was almost like he was one of two extremes. All the way soft. Or all the way hard...(I'd have to get with Pops later on that subject.) But in the meantime, I'd simply lay back and let him do what he wanted to do.

"Do you have a name?" I asked between his deep kisses.

"Slave," he smiled, as he embraced me in a tight bear hug. "I can be whoever you tell me to be."

"How about Drary?" I asked. "That's different, isn't it?"

He simply lifted my shirt over my neck and locked his lips over my left nipple.

"Oh fuck," I rolled my eyes from the effect of his soft, swirling tongue. "Dayum, boy. You know just how I like it."

"In that case," he backed up, "then you need to stand up. I can't give you a proper blowjob unless you're towering over me."

"Now see," I quickly hopped up. "Now we starting to see eye to eye."

Without being told, Drary palmed my massive rear and planted loving kisses all over my crotch area. He first knelt under me and kissed just under where my asshole would be...then he moved under my balls, making sure to wiggle his nose in the center.

"Oh yeah," I leaned down and massaged his back. "Mmm, that feels so good."

We made eye contact as I shuffled around, forcing me to lean down so I could enclasp his face and give him a juicy kiss.

"How am I doing?" he asked.

"Beyond good," I said in between our loud kisses.

SWOOEECH...SWOOEECH...

"Mmmm," he groaned, as I did this lil trick where I held my index finger just a mili-inch from the center of the back of his head. It mimicked the feeling of two magnets being drawn together, as his senses felt me...but I kept them right on the edge of being totally satisfied.

He reached up to unzip my pants and quickly caught the tip of my underwear between his teeth. Wasting no time, and seemingly in a rush, Drary yanked down and had my pants and undies at my ankles in no time. He didn't even bother with untying my black and red Air Jordan's. He just lifted one foot...and yanked my pants around them. Lifted the other foot... and yanked my pants around them.

I now stood totally naked, excepting my shoes of course, as Drary palmed one hand around the back of my ass, while he tickled under my balls.

"Huatt...huatt...ptuhhh," he

haulked a warm glob of spit over my now shining ten inch black pipe.

As the spit ran to the underside and oozed down towards my balls, Drary leaned under me and shoved his tongue so far up my ass that his nose rested against my skin.

"Oh my gawwwddd," I moaned deeply, as his warm tongue touched my most sensitive parts. "Eat dat ass up, boy. Gotdayum, nigga."

Wild slurping sounds filled the room as I was essentially tongue fucked by myself, being that Drary was a carbon copy of myself. My shoes squeaked on the floor as I bent over and spread my legs even wider apart.

THWACK!!, Drary had smacked my ass.

"Dats it, boy. Gimme dat ass."

I felt his fingers rip my asscheeks apart, all before leaning down and licking from just under my balls...over my twitching asshole...and up every last inch of my crack.

"Mmm," I moaned, relishing his every touch. My ass was now wiggling like a duck shaking it's tail feather as Drary teased the living shit out of me. 

When he plastered his face up my ass and French kissed my asshole, my eyes rolled to the bag of my head and my jaw literally dropped.

"Unnnnnn," I moaned like a dying cow.

"Aww, fucccckkkkk!!"

With his face firmly implanted up my ass, Drary ran his hands up and down every inch of my body. My back, my arms (inside and out), my legs. Hell, at one time the nigga was even massaging the throbbing vein that runs on the inside of my ankle bones.

I had never been so hard in my waking life and it felt like every inch of me was on fire. My nostrils flared wide in a desperate search for air. My nipples hardened. And the strangest sensation of all...it felt like both of my thumbs and my two big toes were being chewed and gnawed at by wet, invisible teeth.

I knew I was ready. So I quickly spun around, tilted Deary's head back and began to stuff my dick down his throat. He obediently grabbed my ass, stuck his tongue out and stared me deep in the eye. While he may be a clone, he was still flesh and blood. So when my huge dick pushed past his tonsils and into his throat, he coughed and a glob of spit ricocheted from inside of his throat.

"Ack-ack...arggghhh."

As his chest heaved, he looked at me like, "What next?"

"At ah," I held one hand under his chin, and the other on the back of his head. "Don't break eye contact with me and swallow dat fuckin' dick. You understand me?"

"Gooarrrfff," he tried to answer me, as I pushed another two inches down his throat. He already had five, making for a total of seven inches. So at this point, he only had three inches left.

"Aiight, baby, look at me," I stood over him in a dominant pose. "There's only a few inches left, and I wanna see you do dat shit by yourself. C'mon."

Still staring me deep in the eyes, (while tears streamed down his own), Drary opened so wide that his face looked deformed. But as I listened to him gag, choke and cough, I had to give it to him. He managed to swallow EVERY inch of my rock hard dick.

"Aww, fuck!!" I screamed, as I felt his tongue snake out and slither down my balls. "Gawwwd...fucking...dayum. Fuck!!"

When his tongue kept going... and going...and going, I knew that my father had totally lost it and gifted my clone with a few specially built traits. I mean, fuck. Dis nigga had all of my dick down his throat...tongue under my balls...and now I felt the wormy tip of his tongue tipping and tapping on the outside of my already rimmed asshole.

"Oh Jesus," I panted, as my head rolled in careless circles. "There's no fucking way."

I felt the pressure increase and sure enough, his tongue had penetrated my asshole at the same time he was still sucking my dick.

"FUCK!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum..."

Thank God he was holding me, because as I unleashed down his throat, my body stammered around in a drunken stupor as I nutted so hard that it felt like I was taking a piss.

"Fucccccckkkkkkk!!"

As his tongue swirled from the inside of his throat, under my balls and inside of my ass...AT THE SAME TIME...I literally blacked out. When I came to, I was laying in Drary's chest as he massaged the back of my head.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "You came so hard that you knocked yourself the fuck out. You hit your head pretty hard."

"I feel fine," I smiled. I then inhaled deeply, held my breath and let it out very slowly.

"Oh shit...now I remember. You was sucking my fuckin' dick at the same time that you were tongue fucking my ass."

"That I was," Drary smiled. "And you liked it, too, nigga. My master told me that you cum hard. But I felt like your cum was gonna drown me, my nig. It just kept cumming...and cumming...and cumming."

"I'm gonna let you catch your breath," Drary stated, "and then it's my turn."

He wasn't suggesting. He definitely wasn't asking. He was flat out telling me.

To be honest, if this is how Drary was(as my carbon copy), what was that saying about me? Did I really come off that strong?

These questions, and many more, will be answered as the saga continues...



The Close Friends



"That is probably the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," I declared sternly, adopting a look of utter disdain.

My companion, my best friend for as many years as I could remember, looked totally distraught. She stared at the half-empty wine glass on the table in front of her, unable to meet my gaze and completely taken aback by my condemnation of the very personal secret she'd just shared with me.

"Really, Beth," I went on, struggling to keep a straight face, "No one... absolutely no one... has an extramarital affair with a bloke named Eric!"

She stared at me for a second or two, uncomprehending; then her face broke into a huge grin and she began to laugh. "You really are such a bitch, Sophie!" she told me, as tears of laughter began to seep from her eyes, "For a moment there, I really thought...."

"Oh, come on, Beth," I giggled, "Surely you know me better than that!"

If she didn't, then she really ought to have done. We were both in our late thirties, we'd been friends all the way through school, and we'd always shared secrets that we couldn't possibly talk to anyone else about. 

In our teens, it had all been about our fantasies and ambitions; the careers we'd coveted, the boys we fancied, the music we liked and so on. Later, it had become more serious; the losing of virginity (she'd been a couple of weeks ahead of me on that one!), the first serious affair and, eventually, bridesmaids at each other's weddings.

As we approached the big milestone of 40 we no longer lived in the same town – and our social circles were very different – but we made a point of meeting for lunch at least once every month to catch up with things. It was harder for me to do, because my work involved long hours, while Beth was a 'lady of leisure.' That had been the main difference between the paths we'd chosen; Beth had married for wealth and security while I had chosen a much more romantic path.

As it happened, neither of us had managed to get what we were looking for. Beth's husband had lost a huge chunk of money from some dodgy investments and, while they were still a very long way from penury, the mansion had been swapped for a large cottage, the frequent holidays in the Caribbean had given way to a timeshare in Spain, and her Mercedes had been replaced by a Mondeo Cabriolet. In my case, although the love hadn't completely died, it had certainly diminished. My husband, Daniel, seemed to find it impossible to hold down a job for very long, always complaining that the ones he had weren't really what he wanted to do (even though he'd never been able to work out what that was!) and, with the passage of years, he'd put on an unhealthy amount of weight, smoked too much, and paid little attention to me as long as I continued to bring in the monthly salary from my job as a legal secretary.

If anything, it ought to have been me who was in the market for an affair, but I'd honestly never considered it. Unlike Beth, I was beginning to show signs of becoming middle-aged; lines on the face, breasts starting to sag, waist and hip sizes not quite as slim as they once were. Beth, on the other hand, was as slim and elegant now as she had been at 19; her figure was kept in trim with plenty of time spent in the gym, her hands and face had been treated with care and she seemed to have a permanent tan that showed no signs of being artificial.

A few months back, she'd told me that she was seriously considering a divorce – as long as she could be sure of a decent 'settlement' from it. She'd discovered that her husband was keeping a mistress and it was a case of the mistress being willing to do things that the wife wasn't; in his case, quite extreme bondage. Last time we'd met, she'd told me that, after a confrontation, she'd agreed to stay with him – although sex was completely out of the question – as long as he made suitable financial arrangements.

"So... is Eric the next millionaire on your list?" I teased.

"Not unless there's a lot more money in window cleaning than I realised!" she replied.

"What? You're having an affair with Eric the window cleaner?" and we both burst out laughing so loudly that several other customers in the small bistro turned to look at us.

"Behave yourself, Sophie!" she demanded, still grinning, "You're beginning to sound like my husband's stuck up friends!"

"Okay... sorry, Beth," I apologised, just about managing to be serious again. "So tell me, what's the attraction? How did it happen? Where did you meet him? What's he like? Is it serious? Are you going to run off with him...?"

"Whoa! That's a lot of information you're asking for," she grinned and then, after looking around as some customers began to occupy the table next to ours, she went on, "I don't think I can say too much here. Let's settle up and go for a stroll through the park, shall we?"

I agreed, even though I knew it would mean having to stay behind at work to catch up with what I was doing and, as usual, she snatched up the bill and paid it before I had any chance to object.

A little while later we found a bench in the park, sat down to enjoy the bright warm sunshine, and she began to fill me in on the details of what she referred to as her 'extracurricular activity.'

"We've had our windows cleaned by the same firm ever since we moved into the cottage," she began. "They're very reliable, very efficient and we've never had any complaints. Of course, with the kind of winter we've had, it hasn't really been possible for them to do very much so they were getting a bit grubby. The insides were okay because the cleaning lady does them of course."

That made me smile. I did my own housework, including the windows both inside and out – my husband washed the dishes occasionally and genuinely believed he was a real help to me.

"Anyway, there was that nice spell at the beginning of April," she went on and, sure enough, the window cleaners turned up. This time, though, the older one of the two wasn't there – apparently he'd had some stupid accident and broken his arm... or was it his leg? I don't know... something like that. Anyway, the bloke who replaced him simply took my breath away! He was gorgeous! He's thirtyish.... Don't look at me like that, Sophie! He's not that much younger than me!

"Anyway... he's got long dark hair and a sort of 'Mediterranean look,' if you know what I mean. Of course, that's shattered as soon as soon as he opens his mouth and speaks in a broad Yorkshire accent... but never mind.

"Of course, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He's got a really great physique and a very handsome face. Apparently, he was making a living as a golf-professional but he had a bit too much to drink one day and disgraced himself. It seems that during an argument with some of the committee members, he lost his cool and ended up being thrown out. He hasn't played at all since then because his heart isn't in it any more.

"I learned all this on that first day because I made them a cup of tea and we had a bit of a chat. I asked Eric if he'd be interested in partnering me in a tournament that was coming up at our club – a mixed 'four ball, better ball' if you know what that means?"

I didn't, but she carried on any way, obviously delighting in the memories as she told her story.

"Anyway... he wasn't sure about it at first but, after a bit of persuasion he agreed to dig his clubs out and give it a go. Well, the day of the competition was windy and a bit wet... not the sort of weather that well-heeled members relish. For me, though, it was wonderful. He was careful not to make it look too easy... he even told me when he was about to deliberately fluff a shot... and we just about won it.

"I'll tell you what, though, he didn't half annoy me!"

"Oh, why's that," I asked, trying not to look at my watch because this was obviously going to take longer than I'd expected.

"Well... I'd introduced him as a family member from 'up North' and the sod kept calling me 'Auntie Beth' at every opportunity. I could've swiped him with a sand wedge!"

"A sandwich?"

"No, you clown," she laughed, "A sand wedge... it's a lofted golf club that... oh, never mind! Anyway, after the tournament we all had a few drinks in the clubhouse. Eric was very well behaved and stuck to a single beer that he nursed very carefully. I'm afraid I had a bit more than that because I'd put one over on a certain lady who is quite prepared to cheat in order to win... which she normally does.

"So, by the time it came to leave, I gave the car keys to Eric and asked him to drive me home. We'd met at the cottage and he'd left his battered old Renault there while I gave him a lift to the club, so it wasn't going to be a problem.

"I suppose it's fair to say that I was a little bit tipsy, but I certainly wasn't drunk. On the way home, Eric started off by praising the way I played but, as we relaxed, I realised that he was slipping in a few ambiguous comments...."

"Such as...? I asked.

"Well... for example, he said he liked the way I gripped the shaft... don't laugh! And there was something about my ability to 'open my body' when I was 'swinging.' It's a game that lends itself to that kind of thing. Anyway, I gradually began to realise that he was eyeing me up whenever he could manage to take his eyes off the road... and it seemed as if he liked what he saw.

"So, when we reached the cottage, he parked the car and gave me the keys back. I mean, don't get me wrong, I was already fancying him... big style! But I wasn't about to make things as easy as that. I was polite and pleasant... we'd already arranged to partner each other in the next tournament... so I confirmed the arrangement for that one... gave him a 'thank you' peck on the cheek and left him to head for home by himself.

"A couple of weeks later the window cleaners came again... but Eric wasn't with them. The usual man was back at work and when I asked, in as vague a way as possible, what had happened to the younger one, I was told that he'd been moved onto a different 'round.' Well, I didn't know what to do. I hadn't bothered to take his number or anything, so I didn't even know if he'd turn up on Sunday! The truth is, I suppose, that it was the uncertainty that made such a difference. It wasn't just that I needed a partner for the tournament... I found that I was really dreading the thought of not seeing him again."

"You were smitten."

"Yes... I suppose I was. I mean... don't get me wrong, Sophie, I knew then and I know now that it wasn't anything serious. It was just lust... just one of those itches that you need to scratch... you know what I mean"

I wasn't at all sure that I did. To be honest, I'd never really understood all the fuss about sex. I mean, it was enjoyable enough, and sometimes quite exciting, but it wasn't something that engaged my thoughts very often... certainly nowhere near as much as when the hormones had been raging during our teens. But, to keep Beth's story moving along, I nodded and simply said, "Yes... of course."

"So, Sunday morning arrives and there's no sign of him. I'm sat there on my own – himself is spending a few days being handcuffed by his whore... or whatever it is they do... and I'm about to call the clubhouse and make an excuse for not being able to make it when, all at once, I hear the sound of a car horn on the drive and I look out of the window...."

"Your nice, clean window...."

"Don't be a bitch, Sophie! So there he is... large as life and looking absolutely gorgeous! Well, I just ran out of the house and, without thinking, threw my arms around him and told him I'd been afraid he wasn't going to arrive. Well, it definitely took him by surprise, I can tell you that! But before he could recover from it we were in the car and racing to the golf course. In fact, he said something about me being a much better driver on the course than I was on the road... but I didn't care. I asked him if he'd take it easy with the 'Auntie Beth' bullshit because it made me feel old... and he said it was either that or 'Sexy!' It took me so much by surprised that I nearly introduced the car to a hedge! But I think I think I recovered well... I told him it was definitely 'Beth' when we were at the club.

"Anyway, I know it won't mean anything to you, but it was a mixed foursome strokeplay tournament...."

"Hmmm... a foursome...?" I mused

"Cut it out!" she giggled. "Anyway, we won it quite comfortably and I felt totally elated! There was a real party atmosphere in the clubhouse afterwards and I had a fair amount of Champagne... quite a decent one as well... and I was really jubilant by the Eric drove me home. There was a bit of banter, just like the previous time... but this time I gave as good as I got. Anyway, when we reached the cottage, I said something about needing a few coffees to prevent a hangover the next day... and I asked him if he fancied one."

"You invited him in for coffee? My God... that is so clichéd!"

"I know... I know... but it was all I could think of at the time. Anyway, I did make coffee and we both did drink some... so there!" she laughed. "Eventually, of course, he said he'd better be off before my husband arrived and started wondering what a strange man was doing in his house alone with his wife."

"What did you say," I asked eagerly, guessing that we were finally getting down to the nitty gritty.

"I told him that I didn't think he was strange at all... and that my husband was away. Well, he didn't have any trouble taking the hint. He moved in, put his arms around my waist and asked if I wanted to discuss my swing. I told him no... that I wanted to practise it."

"Good grief, Beth!" I said, that was a bit... well...."

"Forward? Yes, it was, wasn't it? But I knew exactly what I was doing... exactly what I wanted... and I was pretty sure it was what he wanted as well! So, I reached up and put my arms round his neck... did I tell you he's over six-foot tall? I kissed him. He kissed me back and then we just started... what do they call it nowadays? Snogging? Necking? I think I prefer 'necking.' 

All of sudden, I seemed to feeling much greater heat from the sun than when we'd first sat down on the bench, and I squirmed a little to get comfortable.

"Are you alright with me telling you all this, Sophie?" she asked in a slightly mocking tone.

"Beth! Stop asking stupid bloody questions and tell me what happened will you!"

"Nothing much, really," she said with a wicked smile, "We just went upstairs to bed and he stayed the night." I could see that she was teasing me by the wicked smirk on her face. She was perfectly well aware that her story was getting to me.

"Beth... I'm already late for getting back to work," I grinned, "If you don't make it worthwhile... I swear it's the last lunch we'll ever have together!"

"Okay... I know. You want all the grubby details, don't you?" she laughed, knowing perfectly well that my threat was an empty one. "Right! Well... we were in the living room and we were necking. He had a bit of stubble on his face... that's something I really like, I think it's so masculine... even if it does give me a bit of a rash. Then, after a while, he stands back a bit and he just takes hold of my top and starts to lift it...."

"What did you do?" I asked, breathlessly

"What d'you think?" she grinned, "It's an expensive one. I held my arms up so he could take it off without tugging at it! Well, give him credit, he put it down very gently on the coffee table... then he went to move in again. But I pointed at his top, letting him know I wanted that removed first.

"Do you like hairy chests, Sophie? I do. I can't understand this current obsession with smooth ones... I think they look a bit gay! Anyway, Eric has a lovely hairy chest and, as soon as I saw it, I whipped my bra off so I could press my tits onto it... I love the feel of that, don't you?"

"Mmm... yes," I answered vaguely. My Daniel had a hairy chest and I used to like the feel of it, but nowadays it just looked a bit sad because he was beginning to develop breast-like appendages and a rounded stomach.

"Well... we started necking again and it wasn't long before he had his hands on my boobs and... well, he has a wonderful touch! He stroked them, and he squeezed them gently... it was if he was really exploring them... you know what I mean?

"Sophie? Are you alright with this?"

"What d'you mean?" I asked, quite annoyed that she'd stopped her narrative to ask a stupid question.

"Well... you do look a bit... errm... flushed," she taunted.

"You're a bitch, Beth," I laughed, "You know perfectly well that I'm enjoying this... so just bloody-well get on with it!"

"Okay... but don't get too horny or you'll be having one of those cute lawyers over his desk when you get back! So... anyway, where was I... oh, yes, we had our tops off and he was doing lovely things to my nipples... making me shiver... when he suddenly stopped, scooped me up off the floor, and started carrying me upstairs!

"It was no effort to him... he really is very strong! When we got up to the landing, he asked me which room... and I pointed to the main bedroom. I know that probably doesn't sound very nice... y'know, the room and bed I share with Gerald... but it hasn't been used for anything but sleeping in for a very long time... and it's got the largest and most comfortable bed, anyway.

"So... he gently put me down next to it and then he stepped back. He started to unfasten his trousers... so I did the same. I was trying not to be too obvious about looking at the bulge in his underpants, but he knew perfectly well that I was... I could tell by the wicked smile he gave me...."

"Was it... errm...?" I started to ask, but she laughed and said;

"Oh... it was 'interesting,' Sophie! Believe me, it was very interesting! So I had my knickers off while he was still struggling with his socks!"

"Beth!"

"I know," she giggled, "I was like a bitch on heat. Then he lifted me onto the bed laid me down on it, and spread my legs. I was wanting him to take his underpants off... to see what... well, you know! But he just went down between my legs and started treating my pussy to a fantastic licking. I mean... you know what that does to me, Sophie, don't you?"

For a second or two I didn't really didn't get what she was talking about but, when I did, my already-flushed face probably turned crimson and, instinctively, I looked around to make sure that no one could possibly overhear us.

"Beth!" I said, actually feeling a bit annoyed, "that was a very long time ago...."

"I know... I know," she said, looking delighted at my discomfiture, "but it was just like that was! All these years, I've thought it was only another woman who'd know how to do that properly! I've got off on the memory of that more than once... haven't you?

The truthful answer would have been 'yes,' but I certainly wasn't about to admit it... and I'd certainly never felt any desire to repeat it. It was just one of those things that happen when you're in your teens, when your hormones are all over the place and you're not entirely sure of your own sexual orientation.

Beth's parents had taken her kid brother to some football match that involved an overnight stay in London, so I'd been invited for a sleepover – I think her parents were happy about it because they knew I was the most reliable of her friends and there wasn't likely to be any damage done to the place. So... two 17-year-olds, both of whom had minimal sexual experience, settled down with a bottle of vodka that Beth had kept concealed in her room – with loads of lemonade from the fridge – and proceeded to get very drunk while they climbed into Beth's large bed and watched a video.

The video was one of several that were normally kept in a locked drawer in her father's study but, naturally, Beth knew where the key was kept! It wasn't a real 'porno' or anything like that... just a fairly adult movie called 'Desert Hearts' but, as I realised later, it became noted as the first one to show an authentic lesbian relationship – quite graphically -that didn't end badly.




The Close Friends



Frankly, we'd both been entranced by it (I think the alcohol helped!) and, after the passionate scene, I suddenly realised that Beth had her hands in her pants and was touching herself! I didn't know what to do or where to look, but Beth had suddenly whipped off her pyjama top to expose her firm, youthful breasts and said; "Come on, Sophie... take yours off and come and cuddle me! That film was so... hot!"

She wasn't wrong... it had got me going too... so I did as she asked and, moments later we were in a tight embrace, feeling each other's breasts, and we started kissing. We were clumsy at first, of course and very unsure of what we were meant to do... but we were both very turned on. I remember Beth asking if she could kiss my boobs and me holding my breath as she dipped her head and started to do it. I also remember her asking me if it was nice, just as she began to suck on one my nipples, and I think my soft moans gave her the answer.

She'd had more of the vodka than I had, so I guess that made her bolder... but I was far from being unwilling; when she slipped her hand inside my pants and cupped my mound, very gently, it was me who quickly slipped off the rest of my clothing to make things easier.

From what I recall, Beth had a wonderfully gentle touch – not at all like the (admittedly very few) lads I'd dated whose attempts to grab and squeeze and poke any part of a girl's body they could get their hands on wasn't exactly pleasant – and it quickly brought me to what was a quite scary level of excitement. I remember Beth asking me to do the same thing to her, and that I found her clitoris was extremely easy to find. So we were both naked; kissing each other furiously and occasionally sucking on each other's nipples when she'd suddenly stopped, pushed me away a little, and said that she wanted me to 'tongue' her.

I'd been very nervous, because I wasn't at all sure that I wanted to do that, so I'd said something like, "I will, if you will!" And that, with my best friend, was not only the first '69' I ever tried, it also ranks pretty high in any list of the best. We started off lying on our sides but found that a bit clumsy and, before long, Beth had climbed on top of me and I began to lick at her vulva, feeling her near-solid clitoris being flicked back and forth by my tongue. I think I enjoyed it – certainly, I enjoyed it when she was doing it to me – but it was her extremely clear gasps and groans of pleasure that really set me going. Before long I was drawing the small bud between my lips and sucking on it, very gently and, after just a few moments of that, she suddenly stopped what she was doing to me, arched her back, and gave a loud, piercing wail. I almost panicked; I thought I'd done something to hurt her. But then a stream of warm liquid poured from her vagina and I realised that I'd made her cum.

Not knowing what else to do, I just kept on gently licking her while she gave out low murmurs of appreciation. Then I heard her say, "Your turn now, Sophie!" and she was suddenly no longer on top of me, but down between my legs where she licked furiously until, a few minutes later, I also reached a climax. It wasn't as noisy or as spectacular as hers had been, but it was very, very enjoyable. We'd gone to sleep cuddled up together, but we woke up in a much more 'normal' position. Both of us had suffered hangovers. Both of us had been more than a little embarrassed; and so we'd vowed never to talk about it again. The video was returned to its proper place, the stained sheets were put in the washing machine (I think Beth told her mum we'd been eating chocolate biscuits in bed and the sheets had needed to be washed!) and the incident had never been mentioned again – until now!

"Sorry, Sophie," Beth said, realising that she'd touched a raw nerve, "It was the only comparison I could think of. I didn't mean to... anyhow, so Eric's lapping away at me like a thirsty dog with a bowl of water and it takes about half a minute to make me cum! I mean, I normally take ages – even with a 'Rampant Rabbit' on full power!"

Okay, that made me laugh - and brought things back to normal - as she went on;

"You can probably imagine I was pretty near helpless. I was just lying there without the strength to move a muscle and he started moving up on me. I looked down and I saw this large, curved cock getting closer to my pussy and... do you remember 'Bull' Bryant?"

"What? Who?" I said, once again taken by surprise at her sudden shift of the conversation and then, it clicked with me. "At school you mean?" and she nodded. 'Bull' had been one of our fellow students. He was always boasting about the size of his penis which was, to be fair, extremely impressive, and with a habit of whipping it out when it was erect and waving it at the girls. Unfortunately, he was exceptionally ugly and, like his erection, thick. It had been a standard joke that it was shame that it was wasted because he'd probably never get near a female with it.

"Yes... I do remember him; who wouldn't?" I giggled.

"Well... That's what it was like... Eric's cock, I mean. It was big... I mean really big! And I was so fascinated with it that I nearly let him do it bareback. It was only at the last second that I said 'not without a condom, partner' and put my hand in the way."

"So how did he react to that?"

"He was fine with it. I mean he had to go back downstairs to get his packet of them from his coat, but he didn't seem to mind. As a matter of fact, I've stayed on the pill, but it wasn't just about not getting pregnant. He'd been a golf professional and I'm sure he's had a lot of ladies that he's been teaching.... Well, you know what I mean.

"So, anyway, the next thing I know, he's slipped a condom on and he's on top of me and trying to get it in me. I say 'trying' because, to be honest, it wasn't that easy at first. Even though I was more than ready – and wetter than... than...."

"A window-cleaners cloth?" I smirked.

"Bitch!" she declared with no animosity whatsoever. "Anyway... it was a bit of a tight squeeze... no, no more window cleaning jokes, please! But when the helmet of it finally slid inside me it felt like I was being stretched in every possible direction at once. But it was wonderful! I did everything I could to relax as it went in further... and further... and further, and...."

"Beth! He's up to your breastbone already!"

"Sorry, Sophie... but that's what it felt like... honestly! And then he started to move it in and out... and I've never felt anything like that before! I normally do my share of the work during sex but, with him, I just lay back and let him fuck me!"

Once again, I looked nervously around to see if anyone could overhear her, but there was no one near.

"I lost count of my orgasms... I really did... and he managed to keep going for ages. You know that nice, steady rhythm that feels so good? Well... he's a master of that! It seems amazing now, but he did eventually get the whole thing into me... I think that was just before he came, because he was banging me furiously by then and I think I was practically screaming the house down, I was enjoying it so much!

"I know they say size doesn't matter... and it probably doesn't normally... but when you get something like that... and you've never had anything like it before...."

"So what happened then?" I asked, trying not to look too eager. There was a definite dampness between my legs. I'm sure Beth was aware of it, and I'd be surprised if reliving the memory hadn't had a similar effect on her.

"Well, nothing really," she said. "No... I'm not winding you up, Sophie... its true! All the fresh air on the golf course; the champagne, and then the most brilliant sex I'd ever had... well... I was asleep before I knew it.

"By the time I woke up the next day, immediately thinking of a repeat session, he'd gone. But he left a note... with his mobile phone number on it...."

"So what did you do?"

"Well, if you really want to know, I reached for the 'Rampant Rabbit' and...."

"No, you clown!" I laughed, "I mean about Eric!"

"I know you do. Well I left it a couple of days... I didn't want to appear too anxious... and then I phoned him. We've met up a few times since then, usually at his place. It's a bit of a risk at home. The last I thing I'd want is Gerald walking in on us and endangering any divorce settlement I might get in the future!"

"You mean you're going to leave... with Eric!"

"Good God, no! I think he's beginning to tire of me anyway. It was just a lot of fun while it lasted. But I'll tell you what, Sophie... I'm not going back to sitting at home and trying to make do with a bloody vibrator, that's for sure. I'm going to make the most of it while I've still got some of my looks left! I've actually got something planned...."

"Beth... you'll have to tell me next time," I said, "I've really got to get back to the office."

"Okay... but I might be calling you before next month," she said as we kissed each other on the cheek and prepared to leave.

"Sophie?" she called when we were just a few yards apart, "There's a wet patch on the back of your skirt!"

I didn't fall for it. I turned and gave her a mock-angry two fingered salute and saw that both of us were laughing.



TO BE CONTINUED.



The Close Shave



(This is a true story, strange as it may seem.)

My workplace was my home in a large city, in a larger metro community. I did some consulting, some accounting and, in season, some income tax preparation work. Occasionally, I needed some help.

There are two kinds of people who have their own small business. There are filers and there are pilers. I'm a piler. Some pilers I know, are aware of where they have piled things. Ask for such and such, and they might say, "Oh, that's in that pile, about two thirds of the way down." The item will be just about there.

That's not me. I usually have know idea where anything is, in any pile. That's when I yell for help. I need someone to turn my piles into files.

In the city there is a small sexually oriented, tabloid type newspaper that has been around since the late fifties or early sixties. I won't name it but if you live there you will know what I'm talking about. It first appeared about the time topless dancing appeared on the scene. Those were funny days. Clubs would have dancers behind white screens, showing their silhouettes. They announced the first time a dancer said she would take off her top. The police just happened to be there and arrested her. Eventually, through many court dates and hearings, it was decided by legal authorities that topless, nude and even swingers clubs could exist, though severely limited in many ways. This was what the newspaper was originally about – promoting such activities. 

At the time I had my home office, there was an extensive want ad section in the paper. I took advantage of the virtually uncensored format to advertise for "help wanted". I ran an ad that said, essentially, "Nudist man with home office needs a part time assistant to help with the business."

I had used the medium before when I had other business. I was accustomed to having a lot more calls that real interest. A lot of people just wanted to talk about it. Several callers were men, but the position was "filled" by then. Eventually it got down to two or three probable's. This story is about one of those. 

A young woman called and asked about the job. Just about the first thing she said was, "So you're a nudist." I said that I was. She said, "Well, we weren't born with our clothes on were we?" I admitted that was true. She wanted to know if she come and interview. I agreed and gave her direction. Her conversation led me to conclude she also was a nudist. Wrong conclusion!

At the appointed time, she appeared at my door. Her name was Merry. I was naked as usual and answered the door that way. She was dressed in shorts and a pull-over top. She had on a bra since she was fairly large of breast and I don't know if she wore panties or not. I invited her in and we sat in the living room and chatted a bit. She was pleasingly plump with a nice complexion. I figured she would be enjoyable to have around, body-wise.

I said, "Come on and I will show you the office." I went and she followed. The office was in the back bedroom, where I had a couple of desks with computers and other office furnishings, a copy machine, shredder, files cabinets, and the usually trimmings. We were near the desk where the "employee's" computer was when I asked if she was a practicing nudist. She replied, "I never have."

Oops!

I wasn't sure what to make of this situation. I had in the past had a couple of female voyeurs that just wanted to see if I was really a nudist. 

At one point as we were going out the office door, I kind of caught her between me and the door frame. I took hold of her exposed waistband and said, "Don't you want to take these clothes off? I don't intend to be an exhibitionist, I expect my helper to participate in the nudity."

She kind of recoiled and said, "If this is about sex, I'll want a lot of money."

I told her it wasn't about sex, but I was looking for someone who would also be naked. She replied, for the first time, "I think I could learn to work that way." That was the first time she said it but there were many more. She often didn't seem to know what to say, so she continually repeated herself. 

We returned to the living room and sat across from each other. She had gotten a ride to my house and could not be picked up for some time. I had no way to get rid of her. So we talked – about the work.

She had a constant nervous smile on her face and kept repeating, "I think I could probably get used to working naked." 

Finally, tired of hearing it, I said, "The only way you are going to find out is to try it." I looked at the clock. "It is 11:45. Get naked and if by 12:00 you are completely uncomfortable, get dressed and forget it. Otherwise, you are just talking."

Her reply, "Okay, but I have to go into the bathroom." She went.

The bathroom door was obviously open and she said loudly, "I'll take off as much as I can be comfortable with." This line she repeated and repeated and repeated.

Finally, I said, "Either do it or forget it!" Damn this woman was getting tiresome.

She returned to the living room. She had on her shorts but was topless. Her face was red but she seemed really proud of herself for her "accomplishment". She sat again in the easy chair across from me. I didn't want to make her any more uncomfortable so I said absolutely nothing about her breasts or that she was topless. I continued to talk about the business and the work that needed to be done. 

Now she came up with a new phrase to repeat over and over again. 

"When I was taking my bath last night, I thought about shaving." As we talked about other things than nudity, she repeatedly interjected this comment. 

When I had really gotten tired of it, I asked, "Do you want me to shave you?" I expected a quick "No thank you" but surprisingly didn't get it. Instead she said, "I could probably let you do that." After her resistance to everything else, I couldn't believe she would actually do this.

I almost fell out of my chair, even if I was sitting on a couch. 

I said, "Well, you'll have to take those shorts off if you want me to do it." 

Her reply was, "I'll have to go back into the bathroom."

And, of course, when she got in there, she started again with "I think I can do this" and repeated it over and over again. Fortunately, I don't keep a gun in the house. I considered a butcher knife.

I asked, "Are you going to do it or not?"

She said, "I'm going to do it and I'll be right out as soon as I use the bathroom."

I told her I would get ready.

I got the dog clippers, with which I cut my own hair. (The dog's hair is too coarse for the clippers.) I got some shaving cream and I got a safety razor. I got a large bath towel. I spread the towel on the living room floor and put my tools down next to it. 

I yelled, "Get out here!"

She came out. She had no shorts on but she had put her top back on. She said, "I had to put my top back on." 

I had her sit on the towel and spread her legs. She did as told and leaned back on her elbows, with a very smug look on her face. I'm sure she was very satisfied with her boldness.

I began with the dog clippers. I cut away all her pussy hair and after making her lean back and spread more, I cut away all the hair on her ass as well. There actually wasn't much there. When I cut my hair with those clippers, without any attachments, people comment on my "shaving" my head. They cut very, very close. So by the time I was finished with the clippers, she was pretty much bald down there. 

Next I covered the area with shaving cream. I use disposable razors because I have found they are cheaper and stay sharper longer so I can use them longer. I broke out a new one for her. I carefully shaved her until she was a smooth as a baby. I put a little after shave on her and then a thin coating of baby powder. I like baby powder. I hate to try to walk, sit down, sleep, or anything else when my balls are sticking to my legs. 

When I finished I asked, "How does that feel?"

She ran her hand over her pussy and said, "That feels really great!"

She looked rally cocky and was obviously proud of her ability to sit there naked, at least from the waist down, and not be shy about it. Her legs were still spread and she didn't look like she wanted to close them. What a turn around from her seemingly uptight beginning.

I rubbed my hand over her pussy. No reaction. I slid a finger inside the crack, feeling for the clit. A slight intake of breath. I began to rub the hood of the clit, slowly and gently. She took deeper breaths but made no effort to stop me. "About sex" no longer seemed to be a concern. She was wet. 

I told her to take off her top and she did, making some comment about the "full monte". 

She leaned further back with her eyes partially closed. Then she said the only thing said during this activity. It was actually a question. "Has anyone ever told you that you have magic hands?" I said, "No, they haven't." I wasn't surprised though. I had three or four women that I treated to a "hand job" from time to time. I have a problem with erectile dysfunction but I still love to satisfy ladies. My fingers and my tongue are my "satisfiers" of choice. 

I continued slowly until she reached a good, firm climax. I didn't say anything but wondered if she even knew she had a clitoris. I have found that some women don't really know about it. Strange! The indirect contact they get in conventional sex satisfied them but there is no orgasm I have ever seen that is as strong and intense as direct or almost direct stimulation. 

After she came, I continued to rub the outside of the pussy and then slid two fingers back into her. She was in no hurry and apparently ready to go again. I looked at the clock and saw that I was not ready to go again. My time had run out. I told her so.

She was having a good time and seemed hesitant to finish. I mentioned the time and she then realized her ride was expected. 

She dressed and I put on some shorts and a shirt and walked out the front door with her. Her ride was timely. The driver was very sexy, very pretty and very unhappy looking. I suspect my potential employee was a bit of a pain in the ass for everyone. I've known ride moochers, along with moochers of just about anything else and figured Merry was one of those "pain in the ass" moochers. 

I thought "why couldn't I have had someone that good looking in here after a job?"

The last thing Merry said was, "I'm not going to keep calling and pestering you. If you are interested in having me work, you can call me".

I thought that was quite a good attitude because I didn't think I could put up with her for very long. She never called me and I never called her. 



The Closer



For the past ten years I've been "the closer" for our firm—the person who travels to the client to make the final pitch for the big contract. If you'd asked me when I was 18 or even 25 whether sales was something I would be good at, I would have just laughed. When I was in college my friends dubbed me "the lurker" because I preferred to stay on the fringes of parties and events, watching other people living their lives out in public. I wasn't so much shy as I was just someone who would rather watch other people taking risks than take them myself. That's why it still seems ironic to me that I'm so good at what I do now.

I sort of fell into this line of work. When I was 27 I was at a bar-b-que at a friend's house and I got to talking to his father who was a partner in a large consulting firm. I wasn't even sure what a consulting firm did, other than tell other people how to run their businesses, so I asked him some questions about their work. The more he talked about the diversity of their business and their various products and services, the more interesting it sounded—especially when it stacked up against the food service company I'd been working for since I graduated from college.

When he asked me about my own job, I told him how bored I was. I'd started with the company as a bar manager at one of our higher volume restaurants and now worked in the corporate offices traveling around to our various locations and straightening out problems. He asked me what was so boring about it and I told him it was that the problems I straightened out were the same ones over and over. I needed a new challenge. He smiled then, but changed the subject to sports and we never came back to work.

Two weeks later he called me out of the blue and asked me to come in for an interview. I was surprised to say the least, but agreed. The next thing I knew, I was working for his company doing much the same things I'd done before—straightening out problems—but the problems were different every month. Not only was the job a lot more interesting, but it paid 40 percent more than my old job, so life was good.

Two years after I started with the company, the lead salesman on a bid I'd been helping with had a car wreck the night before the final pitch and my boss called me to say I'd have to go t the client to make the pitch myself. I almost wet my pants when he told me because I hadn't sold a thing since I stopped being a bartender. Sure, I'd been involved in the sales process—preparing the ground for the salesman who would go and close the deal, but I hadn't even been on a sales call for the company.

"Are you sure there isn't anyone else who can do it?" I asked.

"Trust me," he said. "If there was, I'd send them. I hate the idea of laying this on the line with you having no chance to prepare, but everyone else is on travel and you're the only one who knows the bid inside and out. Plus, they wouldn't let us postpone. The meeting has to be tomorrow or we're out."

"Okay," I said, trying to project confidence I didn't have. "Any words of wisdom?"

He thought about it for a minute, then said, "Five. The first is that they want to be sold or they wouldn't have included us in the final group of three. They like us and want to be impressed, so impress'm. Two, there'll be one person who is going to make the final decision. Watch everyone's body language to see who they're deferring to. Make sure you talk to everyone in the room, but sell to the one they keep looking at. Three, be yourself. Don't try to be some sort of salesman you've seen on TV or in the movies. If you do, they'll smell a fraud and think we're frauds." 

"I'll send a courier over first thing in the morning with the materials you'll want to give them. But don't hand anything out until the end of your presentation or they'll just read what you've given them and won't be listening to you. Finally, no matter how you think it went, ask them to sign the contract right then. Usually they don't but sometimes they do, so ask."

That all sounded like good practical advice, so I thanked him for it. After we hung up, I ran to my closet to make sure I had clothes I could wear. Satisfied that I'd look good enough, I called up all the materials we'd prepared for the guy who was supposed to go on my computer. I was sweating even though it was cool in my condo, but the more I read through our stuff, the more I realized I knew it inside and out. So I poured myself a scotch, drank it and went to sleep.

The sales pitch went amazingly well. I was nervous, of course, when I started and could even feel drops of sweat rolling down between my shoulder blades, but about five minutes into my pitch it was as if this spirit entered into my body and took control. Calm washed over me and I realized that I was good at this. Everyone in the room was paying close attention to what I was saying and several were smiling and nodding at pretty much whatever I said. 

And just as my boss had said, they all kept peeking at the Vice President sitting to my right. Slowly I shifted my emphasis more and more to her and when I was done, she asked several pointed questions, then asked everyone in the room if they had any other questions. No one did, so she stood and said, "Well, Mr. Thompson, I'm satisfied. Thank you for your presentation."

I pulled a copy of the contract we'd sent her the week before out of my folder, slid it across the table to her and said, "Then I'd like to ask you to join us as a partner for the years to come."

She looked me in the eye then and seemed to be challenging me. It was the moment of truth and I felt adrenaline surging through my system as we looked into one another's eyes. I said "sign it" silently to myself and, as if she'd heard me, she smiled, reached into the interior pocket of her blazer, pulled out a pen and signed where I'd indicated with a red X. Then she slid the contract back over to me and said, "There you go."

"Thank you very much. I know you've made the right choice today."

"So do I, Mr. Thompson. So do I."

All the way to my car I was floating. I'd just closed a $1.2 million three-year contract my first time out of the box. I was a fucking god! I wanted to call my boss right away and scream into the phone what had happened, but decided it would be more fun to tell him in person. Jesus H. Christ, I just had to tell someone! But I couldn't think who to call, so I just sat in my car with the windows rolled up and did the primal scream there in the parking lot for a couple of minutes.

That first big score changed my life. In addition to a $5,000 bonus check for closing the deal, I got moved over to sales right away, signing a new contract worth almost a third more than my old one. And the incentive clauses made my head swim with dollar signs. Within three years I'd become the firm's number one closer and was making close to $200,000 a year. I was a stud, no doubt about it.

I got married at 35, divorced at 40, bought a house at the beach, spent a lot of time in Europe, both on business and vacation, and with the exception of the divorce, was a pretty happy guy. For the past couple of years I'd dated around, but not seriously. It looked like my two brothers would be the ones to supply our parents with lots of grandchildren and I was okay with that.

Over the years I'd trained a slew of sales people for the company. Some of them turned out well, but most washed out—not because of my training, thank you very much, but because they didn't have the intestinal fortitude for sales. Lots of people think they know men or women who are "naturals" at sales. That's bullshit. Sales is 50 percent preparation and cultivation and 50 percent killer instinct. 

All those people whose friends describe them as "naturals" are usually glib and fun to be around, but unless they have finely honed instincts and can go for the kill at the crucial moment, they'll always be small time. It sounds like bragging to say this, but ask anyone you know who sells in the six and seven-figure range and they'll tell you it's true.

Much to my surprise, my latest protégé was someone I've known for almost a decade. I first met Tory when I was in my early thirties and she was in her early twenties. It was at a party my youngest brother had thrown to celebrate finishing his MBA. By the time I got there, the youngsters had been into the keg for a while and the music was blaring. I poured myself a beer from the keg slid into my favorite party position—at the fringe of the action. Just because I'm good at sales doesn't mean I don't still like to lurk at parties.

One of the young women whirling around caught my eye. She was petite, maybe 5'2", with shoulder length brown hair that was in serious disarray and her cheeks were flushed, probably from a combination of alcohol and exertion. But what really caught my eye was her body. She was wearing a copper-tinted dress of some sort of crushed material that looked like it had been painted on her. I'd have bet anyone in the room $100 she wasn't wearing anything else. 

Her breasts were spectacular, not huge, but large for a woman her size, and the acres of skin her dress exposed in her cleavage was creamy white with sprays of freckles. The way her tits jounced and jostled against each other as she danced around the room was hypnotizing. And if that weren't bad enough, her dress was cut low enough in front and high enough on her thighs to just avoid being illegal in most states. God she looked good in that dress, and she exuded a sort of inner vitality that was immensely attractive.

From my vantage point on the edge of crowd, I kept watching her as she moved from one friend or group to another. I figured she had to be one of the new MBAs, as happy and as energized as she was. A little later when I went back outside to pour myself another beer, my brother came up to me and said, "That Tory, she's something, huh?"

"Who?" I asked.

He pushed me sideways. "Don't give me that shit, big brother. I saw you staring at her for the past half hour. Try not to be so obvious, huh? She's engaged already."

Busted, I smiled at him and said, "I'll try. She in your class at school?"

"Nah," he said. "She's just my buddy's fiancé."

Later in the evening, she buzzed over to where I stood holding up the living room wall and introduced herself. "Why aren't you dancing?" she asked after we exchanged names. 

"Sorry, I don't dance," I said. "Plus, I'm having too much fun watching everyone else dance."

She shrugged her shoulders and moved away. Clearly I was too boring to waste any more time on.

Over the next couple of years I saw Tory a couple of times at parties Frank threw. She had gotten married to a commercial real estate broker who Frank had roomed with in college. She always gave off that inner energy whenever I saw her—it was like an elemental force that drew everyone's attention when she turned it on full blast. Then I didn't see them at two consecutive parties. So I asked Frank what happened to them.

"Still got the hots for her?"

"Bite me. I'm just curious, that's all."

"Uh-huh. Well, you're going to be sorry hear they moved to L.A. last year."

"Oh well," I said. "Now I'll have to find someone else to obsess about." We both laughed and that was that.

Almost five years to the day after Frank and I had that conversation, Tory walked into my office, wearing a smile and a much more conservative outfit than she usually wore at parties, but somehow still sexy on her.

"Hello Steven," she said, putting out her hand and smiling as she walked across my office.

I was nonplussed and must have shown it. I was expecting to meet with someone who had recently transferred from our West Coast office who I was to train. I looked down quickly at the file on my desk. There was her name, as clear as could be—Victoria Anderson. Tory.

"What a nice surprise," I said. "When Bob told me I would be working with someone named Victoria, I had no idea it was you."

"Yes," she said. "I swore Bob to silence."

I realized I was smiling broadly, maybe too broadly, so I offered her a seat. Over the next half hour or so in my office, then over lunch, we caught up on one another's lives. She and her husband had indeed moved to L.A., but they hadn't managed to stay married. After her divorce, she saw an ad for a secretarial position at our company and remembered that Frank's older brother worked there and so applied. She got the job and over the past few years had been working her way up the ladder. Now she was going to make the jump to sales and had been relocated to our East Coast office, in part to work with me for a year.

I couldn't help but notice that she looked almost exactly the same as she did when I met her that first night. Despite being masked in her business suit, her body looked the same. She had a few more freckles on her face and there were crows feet around her eyes when she smiled, but otherwise she was the same. And she gave off that same magnetic pull. I knew if she could channel that and was willing to do the grunt work, she could be very good at sales.

Over the next couple of months Tory and I worked closely to prepare three different major pitches for the company. She was a quick learner and intensely focused on what she needed to do to be successful. Her positive outlook on the world, the ease with which she made friends in the office and, I had to admit to myself, her good looks meant she was also fun to work with. The men her age in the office followed her around like puppies, all obviously desperate to get closer to her. But Tory kept her distance. She was fun, but didn't flirt, dressed in a way that I think of as sexy-professional, but never exposed too much skin or lingerie. It was an impressive balancing act, but I didn't think it was something she thought out—it was just the way she was.

When it came time to make the first pitch we'd worked on, she and I spent all day Saturday reviewing our strategy for the following Monday. She showed up in a t-shirt, jeans and flip-flops, but her casual dress couldn't mask the intensity of her focus. She wanted to win in the worst kind of way. That was good, because you have to want it if you're going to win at this level. By three o'clock we'd done all we could do and went our separate ways, me to a date with the woman I'd begun dating recently, Tory who knows where. I didn't ask.

The pitch went well. We didn't get a signed contract on the spot, but I could tell from the body language of everyone in the room that we were their top choice and we'd done well. Tory sat quietly at my side the entire time, paying close attention but not interrupting. I'd told her not to speak unless spoken to. This was her time just to watch and analyze. As soon as we stepped into the cab outside our prospect's offices, questions poured out of her. Why had I said something in a particular way and not the way we'd discussed on Saturday? Who did I think was opposed to our bid? When did I think they would decide? Her questions continued into our building, up the elevator and back into my office. This was good. She was getting it.

As I'd predicted in the cab, we got the account and I took Tory out for dinner to celebrate. Over dinner, I learned a lot more about her personal life. It turned out her husband had been a real jerk, fooling around with a succession of secretaries before moving out. She'd been pregnant once but had a miscarriage. At the time it had been hard, she said, but when he moved out, she felt better about it. Her mother had died when she was a teenager and her father was much older, living in a nursing home these days. And no, she wasn't dating anyone at the moment. I shared similar details about myself—why my wife and I divorced, why I hadn't married again, my love for my beach house, that sort of thing.

Our second pitch together was also a winner, but this time I let Tory run part of the process. I made some introductory remarks, let her talk about the reasons why our firm was so well qualified, then I moved in for the kill. As I watched her work, I could see that she had it—that indefinable quality that spelled success in our business. While she talked, everyone in the room paid close attention and she loved it. 

I could tell that it was a power trip for her to have seven adults eating out of her hand. Her body language was good, her speech was modulated just right, and she figured out who the decision-maker was without difficulty. I almost let her continue to the close, but because we hadn't scripted it that way, I didn't want to take the chance of flustering her. 

When I asked for the sale, the man who Tory and I had both picked out as the real decision maker smiled, nodded first at Tory, then at me, and said, "Sure, let's go down to my office and we'll get this all taken care of." For me, this was something that happened eight to ten times a year, so it was not that big a deal, but I knew that to Tory it would be a big deal, so as we walked to his office, I patted her on the shoulder and winked when she turned to me. Her pupils were dilated and she had that same look on her face I'd seen that very first night I met her at my brother's party. She was in the zone and loving it. Good.

I wanted to take her out to dinner again to celebrate that night, but she demurred. "Sorry," she said. "I've got plans. Can we hold off until after next week's pitch?"

"Sure," I said. "That's a big one, so we'll go all out to celebrate when we get it."

What Tory didn't know was that I'd decided to let her make the pitch on her own the following week. The potential client was a consortium of twenty hospitals in north central Pennsylvania and we were going to have to travel to Scranton for the close. 

The thing about it was that there's no easy way to get to Scranton unless you want to fly in commuter with propellers. I have a no-propeller rule, preferring the comforting throb of jet engines when I fly. So this meant we were going to have to drive. From D.C. it was about five hours, but central Pennsylvania in the summer is pretty and if we left early, we'd be able to make it for our 3:00 appointment with a couple of hours to spare. 

So on the morning of the pitch I picked Tory up at her apartment and off we went. As we fought our way free of D.C.'s gravity well, we chit-chatted about our weekends. She'd been berry picking with a couple of friends, I'd been at my beach house painting the porch. But once we'd cleared the traffic and started into the mountains of Maryland, I turned to her and said, "You're making the pitch. I'm watching."

"What?" she blurted. "We didn't…"

"I know we didn't," I said. "But you're ready and it's time for you to fly on your own."

"But…"

"No buts. You're ready."

She sat there in silence for no more than a minute, turned to me and said, "You're right. I am."

Over the next couple of hours the mountains of central Pennsylvania slid by and we went through it all one more time, each detail of our bid, every question they might ask, what might go wrong and how to get around it, and then what my role would be. That was easy.

"I'm not going to say a thing. You're going to live or die all by yourself. I'm just there to carry away your corpse if you die."

She nodded, a curt nod. She understood. I let her sit in silence then, a silence that lasted a good half hour. I thought about what I was doing. With each person I'd trained, there was a moment when I had to let them fly on their own. Most of them were fine. A couple had crashed and burned on me over the years, and the ones that just weren't getting it never had the chance. To lose us a sale. I just dumped them before they got this far. Tory was different. I knew already she'd be fine. As if she were reading my thoughts, she laughed, reached over and switched on the radio and started fishing around for a music station. She was ready.




The Closer



My name is Kitty, actually it's Katherine but my father gave me my nick name when I was a little girl. He used to cuddle me in his arms and I curled up like a kitten . I'm a big girl now, an executive VP for a major corporation, and I have heard some whisper behind my back and call me a cougar.

I'm forty eight years old and if I must say so myself I look pretty damn good for my age. Of course I have had a little surgical help along the way with a boob job and some Botox for a few of the wrinkles but the rest of me looks pretty much the same as when I got out of college. My husband Howard, who is a year older than I am, looks more like he is my father.

We both started working for the same company at the same time, I went into marketing and he into accounting. We met at a company picnic and married about two years later. It was more my choice than his, that we never had children. But even though he never was the world's greatest lover and he doesn't ring my bell anymore, we have been comfortable together. As long as he accepts my long absences for business, everything is fine.

Howard is a bean counter, he likes numbers and is happiest doing annual reports and balance sheets. He is the CFO who oversees the financial health of the company and he is the one who makes sure the company is profitable at the end of the year. As such, he is at home all the time, the opposite of me who is constantly scuttling from meeting to meeting, all over the country. He makes the home while I close the deals.

I'm a people person, I am the company closer. I'm the one who shows up at every negotiation to help close the deal. It's my job to make sure that guys on the other side of the table get reasonable and appreciate how generous our offer is and I am willing to do anything it takes to convince them. 

I meet all kinds of people, CEOs, CFOs, union presidents and shop stewards, landlords and real estate agents, athletes and managers, sales representatives and you name it. If there is a contract to be signed, I get the call to help close the deal and believe me, I get the deal closed the way we want it.

Of course, over the years, I have come to enjoy certain types more that others, CEOs and athletes get me wetter than most. CEOs because these are the guys at the top of the pyramid and athletes because they are usually so young and virile. They get so many groupies that they just fuck hard and fast for their own pleasure and can go all night. The CEOs usually have egos big enough to fill a football stadium and I enjoy using my pussy to whittle them down to size.

My favorite CEO is Mike Henshaw. I met him when our firm was looking to buy a division that his company wanted to sell. I was called in to convince him that our offer was the best he was going to get and somehow we really clicked. Whenever I am in Pittsburgh or even nearby I always look him up even if there is no negotiation. Just over six feet tall and shoulders out to there. Graying at the temples and at fifty two still as slim waisted as he must have been in college. He is one guy I can't whittle. With his movie star good looks he is every woman's dreamboat and when I saw him last week, my bell went ding-a-ling just like it always does.

I met him in the lobby of the Hilton, downtown in the Golden Triangle. It was shortly before five o'clock, too early to go out for dinner. I greeted him with,

"It's good to see you again Mike."

"Even better to see you Kitty, you look more beautiful every time I see you."

"That kind of talk will get you everything you want."

"That's what I am hoping for. Anyway I am not hungry enough for dinner yet, why don't we go up to my suite? I have some champagne on ice and we can have a drink while we relax and catch up on ourselves." 

One of the things I like about Mike is that everything around him is first class. The suite was gorgeous and the view of the three rivers was breathtaking as the day turned into evening. The champagne was crisp, cold and dry and his lips were cold when they first kissed mine. They were a lot warmer when he sucked on my nipple.

I had worn my business uniform, a tailored suit with no blouse under the jacket and a skirt a few inches above the knee. The jacket was tailored to show just enough cleavage to interest and distract any guy across the table but not enough to look sluttish. Mike had the two buttons open in an instant and the front clasp on my bra followed. My surgically enhanced tits stood proud on their own. I moaned when he suckled and I groaned when his insistent lips drew my nipples past the limit of their normal extension.

My fingers opened the button and the zipper on the side of my skirt and it fell to the floor. My hands then gripped his head as I directed his mouth from one tit to the other. I said,

"Stop, please Mike I don't want to cum before you do, let me suck you now."

I dropped to my knees in front of him and opened his pants as he removed his shirt. His cock was gorgeous. Not too big and not too small, I felt like Goldylocks. I took him in deep, into my throat and when I felt him tense up I released him and fell on my back.

"Fuck me, fuck me now, hard and fast." I demanded.

He did, plunging into my soaking cunt and erupting almost instantly. I responded in kind and the resulting climax was loud and explosive. When we came down from our highs we moved to the nearby sofa. He was sitting and I was stretched out with my head on his lap. He was playing with my tits and we spoke.

"You are a marvelous lover Kitty."

"You are too Mike, You know I never miss a chance to meet with you."

"Too bad you're married." he replied.

I turned my head and looked up at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing really, just wishful thinking."

"Mike, come on, is there something wrong between you and Claudia?"

"Yes. I just found out that that she has a lover. I just saw and heard the tapes of them together. I saw the way she submits herself to him and the way he uses her. I heard her revile and disparage me and tell him that she belongs to him. I don't know what hold he has over her but it shows she has no love or respect for me at all."

"Oh, Mike I am so sorry for you. I know we have something special between us but I still have feelings for Howard. He is like a pair of old shoes, not much to look at but so comfortable to be with. I'm not ready to give him up. Besides that, you know what I do, how can you overlook it?"

"Maybe it's time for you to retire Kitty, to take the time to be a real wife."

By then his cock was hard again against my cheek and we spent the rest of the night making love. Mike is a man accustomed to giving orders, he is the head honcho in his company. When he says jump, people ask, how high? Usually when I am fucking I am the one in the drivers seat but with him, when we are together like this, I am happy to take my directions from him. We didn't fuck, we made love and he had me cumming multiple times. It was glorious. The next morning nothing more was said about our conversation and I was on my way to my next assignment. 

It was the exact opposite of the time I spent with Mike. 

It was a contract negotiation between our sports division and an NBA player and his agent, about his endorsing our products. LaMar, or LaBeau, or whatever his name is sat across the table from me, next to his agent. He never took his eyes off of my tits. He never said a word while his agent prattled on, finding fault with every offer we made. I finally got up and under the pretense of refilling his water glass I leaned a tit on his shoulder and whispered in his ear,

"Tell them you are going to the men's room and I'll meet you in the office at the end of the hall." 

He got up and after informing everyone of his destination left by the hall door and I quietly exited by another door. When I got to the office he was sprawled out in the chair behind the desk with his size twelve feet on the desk. He was a 25 year old arrogant prick, five years of college had gotten him out of the hood but not the hood out of him. He seemed to know only three nouns, Ho, Bitch and Muthafucker. He greeted me with,

"Hey Bitch, open your jacket and let me see those titties."

I opened my jacket and bra and leaned over him, tantalizing him with my dangling boobs.

"Take a good look and now you show me what you've got to match."

He dropped his feet to the floor and his pants and jockeys followed. My mouth dropped open, his dick limp was a good eight inches long. 

"Get over here Ho and rub those titties on my cock. You ain't seen nothin' until you make it grow."

Rub it I did and then I licked and sucked it and it grew even longer. It grew to better than twelve inches, longer than any I had ever seen. It wasn't fatter than most and had a slight upwards curl. When I sat on it, it reached places where 'no man had ever gone before'. I rocked and ground myself down on it and I came twice before he did. I would have kept him all night except that we had to get back to the negotiating table. After I cleaned him up I promised to meet him later in the evening if we got the contract signed today. I convinced him that the last offer we made was the best he was going to get and he left me with,

"I tired of listening to those Muthafuckers talk, I'll settle this once and for all."

The deal did get settled and I did enjoy that cock for the rest of the night. He had a king sized cock and he knew how to use it. He also had the stamina of a bull. After he had my ass I washed him clean and sucked him hard again. I wanted that long shaft inside my pussy again. He got me off twice more with it and by the time he left before breakfast, I didn't think he was an arrogant shit anymore. 

I had the next week off so I went home to Howard. I walked in the door just before dinner time and gave Howard a kiss on the cheek, then went to the bar and poured a glass of wine. I kicked off my shoes and sprawled out on an easy chair. 

"I'm home for the weekend, all of next week and the next weekend too. We have a lot of catching up to do." 

Howard sat down opposite me and said,

"We have to talk."

"Sure Howard, but later. I haven't been home for three weeks. I want to soak in the tub, finish this wine and make love for an hour. Then we can talk."

"No Kitty, we have talk now."

A little impatiently I replied.

"OK, what do you want to talk about?"

"Children."

"Howard, you know we decided long ago not to have any and now it is too late. My periods are too irregular now. I don't think I could......," he interrupted,

"You decided a long time ago but I am not talking about our children I am talking about MY children."

"Your children? What do you mean?"

"I have two children, a boy three years old and a one year old daughter and a thirty two year old wife. Well, not a wife yet, but she will be when you and I get our divorce."

"Divorce? Howard are you crazy? I don't understand you?"

"Kitty, you haven't been home more than one week a month for years, sometimes not even not that often. Did you think I am a monk? Didn't you think I knew what you were doing? That I didn't know why they called you 'The Closer'? I have been seeing Brenda for five years and we have been together every time you were away. My children are getting to the age when they need me full time. I have a son that I want to take fishing and a daughter to cuddle in my lap and I love Brenda the way I loved you when we first got married. That's what feels right for me now. It's over for you and me. Good bye Kitty."

He turned and walked out the door and I sat there shocked by the suddenness of it all. Shocked by the fact that it didn't hurt as much as it should have. 

Shocked that I didn't feel worse than I did. 

Maybe Mike was right, maybe it is time to retire and be a real wife.

Maybe it's time for a new pair of shoes..... sexy ones

Maybe I should give him a call....... tonight.



The Closer



During the pitch I just sat back and watched her with a small smile on my face. It's very gratifying to see someone you've worked with succeed, especially if you like the person a lot. She looked good in her dark blue double-breasted jacket and match short pleated skirt. More importantly, Tory was in total command, sliding from one phase of the presentation to the next with ease, answering questions, even ones we hadn't anticipated, without difficulty, and once again everyone was completely focused on her. 

I didn't need to be there at all. And when the moment of truth came, she asked them to sign like it was the most natural thing in the world. As we walked down the hallway to the president's office to sign off on the preliminary agreements, I could see that Tory was floating about six inches off the ground. I knew the feeling. It was power and it felt good.

On the way to my car she didn't speak. I looked at her once and could tell she was holding herself in, so I didn't do anything to break her composure. We got in, buckled our seatbelts, and I exited the parking lot. 

The minute I hit the main street outside the hospital, Tory started kicking her feet up and down so fast they were two little blurs. Her whole body was writhing in the seat next to me and her head was shaking back and forth so fast I thought it would fall off. I've seen lots of people blow off excess electrical energy before, but she was going so fast I thought she might explode. Then she screamed—the primal scream of the winner—something between a hawk stooping on its kill and the world's greatest orgasm. It was power and emotional release together in one howl.

Then she stopped her shaking and writhing, turned and slapped me hard on the shoulder. "I fucking did it!" I fucking did it!"

"Yes," I chuckled, "You fucking did."

"No," she all but shouted. "You don't understand. I fucking did it! I was so good."

"No doubt," I replied.

"That was unbelievable," she said. "Fucking unbelievable."

She had the killer instinct all right. She was going to be just fine.

"I fucking did it," she murmured, almost to herself now. Then she sat up suddenly in her seat, grabbed my arm and said, "Turn in there!"

Without thinking, I turned where she indicated and saw that it was the parking lot of a Holiday Inn we'd passed on our way into town. "Park!" she commanded. So I did, near the office.

As soon as the car stopped, she jumped out of the door and ran into the hotel. I'd seen this twice before. Adrenaline is a powerful drug and sometimes when they start to come down from it, the withdrawal makes people sick. The first guy I trained barely made it out of my car, puking his guts out on the side of the road the first time he closed a big sale. I figured she'd be in the ladies room for a few minutes clearing her stomach, so I settled back in my seat and began fiddling with the radio.

Tory reappeared faster than I expected. She still had that intense look in her eye and her color was still good, so I must have misjudged her intestinal fortitude. When she got in, instead of buckling up, she turned to me and said, "Come on."

Then she climbed out again. I wasn't sure what she was up to, so I followed as I was told. Instead of going back into the office, she headed for a side door twenty yards or so from where I'd parked. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it began to dawn on me what might be happening and as I had these thoughts I noticed for about the fortieth time what a spectacular ass she had. But it was moving fast, so I had to speed up to avoid getting left behind.

She was moving even faster down the hallway. Stopping at a door, she pulled a key card from her pocket, slid it into the lock and pushed the door open. I stepped into the room behind her and she pushed the door closed and literally jumped onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. Her mouth slammed into mind and her tongue pushed roughly between my lips. My tongue fought back, trying to regain control of the contested territory where our lips met, but she was on fire. Her tits were hard against my chest and she was riding up and down on me, as though we were fucking already. As you might imagine, this assault, especially the way her crotch was grinding into me, caused my cock to stiffen in a hurry.

I was just about to try to break the clinch when she beat me to it. She released her grip with her legs and dropped to the floor, forcing me to bend to stay with her. Then she let go with her hands as well and pushed me away, leaning back against the wall for a second, gulping for air. Her eyes still had that crazed, adrenaline rush look in them that she'd had in the car. Her pupils were so dilated that they looked like two black holes in her irises.

"Take off your fucking clothes," she ordered. I didn't need to be told twice and started yanking at my tie to get it off. As I did, she began tearing at the buttons of her own suit in an alarming way. I was afraid she was going to rip them loose she was in such a hurry. Tie off, I shucked my blazer and started my own frantic attempt to get my shirt unbuttoned. By now, she was way ahead of me. 

The double-breasted top she'd been wearing was on the floor and she was in the process of slipping out of her red satin bra. I paused for a moment to watch her breasts shake free. God they were perfect. Large, full, covered in freckles with deep red nipples standing at attention. I wanted to stop what I was doing and attack them. But she cut me off, barking "Come on!"

Her skirt was already sliding down her thighs, exposing a matching red thong, garter belt and stockings. Jesus she wore sexy underwear under that business attire.

It was a race now to see who was going to be completely naked first, both of us frantic to get clear of our clothes. My cock was now raging, making it more than a little difficult to unzip my pants without injury. She was clearly going to win the race, but not by much. I managed to get my pants down and socks off just as she slid out of her thong, revealing a partially shaved pussy. Even though I was a good three feet away, I could have sworn I could smell her passion.

Grabbing me by the arm, she dragged me to the bed. "Lie down. On your back. Now, goddamn it!"

I did and before I could even shift toward the middle of the bed, she was astride me, grabbing my cock and pointing it straight up in the air. Her eyes were locked on mine, her pupils black on black. She positioned the head of my cock at the wet opening between her legs and then she just dropped like a stone, impaling herself. 

For about half a second I thought she would rest for a moment, the way some women do when you first enter them, but not Tory. She immediately began wildly fucking my cock, bouncing up and down as fast as I'd ever seen a lover go. Her tits were flying up and down and I was just about to reach for them to start playing with her nipples when she let go, yelling as she came.

"Fuck!" she shouted as the orgasm hit her, followed by a series of animalistic grunts as she rode and rode and rode my cock. It was an amazing sight. During the orgasm she clasped her hands under her breasts, pushing them up and together, making the nipples all but pop out of her body and she just kept riding me. It was as though she were holding on for dear life, her breasts the anchor that kept her from shattering into little pieces. My cock was just a vehicle for her need at that moment, and God it felt good. I did the only thing one could do in this situation, grabbing her hips and helping her along as she rode me. She needed this, needed it badly, and I was more than happy to help.

After another few minutes of her bucking up and down on my cock, I could feel her tightening again around my shaft and as I watched, her eyes widened in surprise and she came again, dropping her head to my chest and slamming herself down on me again and again with a violence that was slightly painful. Her pelvic bone was hitting me so hard I was sure I'd end up with bruises. But I sure didn't care. Instead, I grabbed her ass and drove her on even harder. My own orgasm was near and I didn't want her to stop.

"Cum, goddamn you!" she grunted into my shoulder. "Cum. Now!"

I didn't need any more urging. Like her I cried out as my orgasm swept through me, rushing up from somewhere down around my toes and blasting into her, connecting us in that most intimate of ways. Again and again I spurted into her, heedless of her now, driving myself to my own heights, my body throwing her up in the air as I rose and fell on the bed. 

And then I was done, the head of my cock now too sensitive for the intense stimulation it was receiving inside her body. I dropped back to the bed with a sigh and tried to make her stop moving. Even the smallest twitch was too much to bear. "Stop," I moaned. "Too sensitive."

"Oh no you don't," she said. "You aren't going soft on me."

Before I could protest, she slid off to me, rolling to one side, my cock popping out of her with a wet smacking sound. No sooner had she regained her balance than her face fell on my crotch and she sucked my now glistening cock into her mouth. God it felt good. Her tongue bathed me, washing away her juices and mine and reactivating my nerve endings. Any thoughts of being too sensitive were quickly banished. I just wanted her to keep doing what she was doing.

A few minutes of her ministrations to my cock had the desired effect and I was fully hard again. For just a minute I thought she might keep sucking me until I came, but she had other plans. Sitting up in the bed, she turned to me, her chin shiny with spittle and semen. "I'm not even close to done," she said.

I smiled at her, opened my arms and beckoned her to me. She shook her head and shifted over to her hands and knees, one hand sliding up between her legs to begin playing with her pussy. I'm a quick study, especially in such matters, so in just a few seconds, I was behind her and sliding home, feeling again how incredibly hot she was. I'd swear her inner body temperature was a full twenty degrees higher than her skin. It was like putting my cock into a wet, soft oven.

As I began to move in and out of her, this time at a slower pace, I marveled at the differences between our bodies. I'm close to 6'4" and have dark skin, already tanned from a couple weekends at the beach. Tory was almost eggshell white with lots freckles across her shoulders and upper back where she'd gotten more sun over the years. And she was tiny compared to me, almost child-like. 

But there was nothing child-like about the way she was purring and sliding her fingers around the base of my cock and over my balls as I slid in and out of her. Staring down at our point of intersection, the contrast between my dark skin and her white ass merely highlighted the redness of my cock.

Bending forward, I reached over with one hand and caught hold of her breasts as they swayed back and forth. She shivered then and turned back to look at me as best she could in the position she was in. "Pinch them," she groaned.

I took a nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched her hard. It was obvious she wanted hard, so I gave her what she wanted. "That's it," she moaned. "That's it."

Over the next few minutes, we continued like that, me pinching and twisting her nipples roughly as I buried my cock as deeply into her as I could, her fondling my balls on each down stroke, then massaging her clit as I pulled back. We'd become a perfect fucking machine, each doing what the other wanted even as we pleased ourselves. 

As satisfying as it was, though, Tory wanted more. She pushed herself up off her hands, and reached over her head to clasp her hands around my neck. In this position, her breasts were thrust out and up and I grabbed them both greedily as I adjusted my stroke to the new position. I wasn't sure about her, but now that I'm closer to 50 than I am to 40, my second orgasm is a long way off, if it happens at all, so I was happy to fuck her just as long and as hard as she wanted. For now, I contented myself with roughing up her tits. The harder I pinched and twisted her nipples, the louder she groaned. 

At last she dropped one hand to her clit and started massaging it violently. That was all it took to drive her over the cliff for the third time. Once again I felt her tightening up around me and then she fell forward onto the bed, her face pressed into the spread, her ass up in the air before me. "Hard!" she cried. "Fuck me hard!"

Grabbing her hips again, I drove myself into her as hard as I could watching her ass cheeks shudder and shake under the blows, listening to the slurping and slapping sounds of our bodies as they crashed into one another. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh FUCK!" she shouted. I was lifting her off the bed with each stroke now, trying to drive her out of her mind as she came. Her lust had sucked me in entirely and I was just the servant of her need.

And then she was done. At last. She squirmed away from me, making my cock flip out and up as it came loose. Rolling over in bed, she clutched both hands to her pussy, her upper arms pushing her breasts together. I could see how the tips of her breasts were red from the rough treatment I'd given them. The muscles of her flat stomach were twitching like she was being hit by electric shocks. I reached out to stroke her, but she cried out. "No! I'll die."

So I sat there, my cock shining and poking toward the ceiling, watching her come down from her orgasm. It was an incredibly sexy sight, maybe the sexiest moment of my life. I could see her pass through each phase—from the final shocks of the orgasm to the last release as she let go of the waves of energy pulsing through her. All the while, she clutched her pussy like she was afraid it would fly away from her if she let go.

"Tory," I whispered. "You're incredible."

She refocused on me now, aware again that I was still looming over her. "And you're still hard," she said, smiling mischievously.

"I couldn't," I started to protest. I was too winded to contemplate another wild fuck like the one we'd just completed.

"Neither could I lover," she said. "But I think I know how to take care of that problem of yours. Wait right there. Don't move."

She rolled over and slid out of the bed and staggered to the bathroom, her legs barely able to hold her upright. When she came back, she had the mini bottle of hand lotion the hotel provided. Because I love a good hand job, I smiled at the way her mind worked. She smiled too, sprawled on the bed next to me and slathered the lotion on my cock, working her little white hands up and down my still very red shaft. 

Her motions were slow, her grip was strong and it felt incredibly good. On each stroke out to the head, she would pause to swirl her fingers around the crown, running a nail under and around the edge in a way that sent shivers up and down my spine. But as good as it felt, as excited as I was, I wasn't going to cum this way. 

"Tory," I croaked. "This is fabulous, but, well, I often can't cum the second time around these days."

"Not with me you don't," she said. I realized she had the same determined look on her face now that she'd had just before beginning her pitch to the client. Pushing me back onto the bed, she climbed back up to straddle me, but this time facing away from me. Instead of slipping my cock back into her pussy, she squirted out another liberal dollop of the hand cream, slathered some on my cock and began wiping the rest of it around the opening of her ass. In the position we were in, I got to watch how easily she slid a finger into her asshole. This woman was no anal virgin. 

Then she grasped my cock, leaned back over me and positioned my head at the entrance to her ass and began to push down onto me. If I thought her pussy was tight before, it was nothing compared to her ass. As my head slid past her ring, her muscles milked me, clenching on my shaft as it passed into her. When I was all the way in, I groaned, "God that feels good."

"Yes, it does lover. Now just let me fuck you. Lie there and enjoy the ride."

So I did. Slowly and luxuriously she slid her ass up and down my shaft, right to the point where the head of my cock reached her ring, then back down all the way to the base. She wasn't playing with her tits or her clit. This time it was all about me and all I could do was lie back and watch as my cock appeared and disappeared. Being fucked this way, having her completely concentrated on my pleasure, combined with the incredible view, did the trick. 

Before long, I felt my cock beginning to swell and my balls starting to tighten. Whether she felt the changes or just was that in tune with my pleasure, I couldn't be sure, but somehow she knew. Her hand dropped to my balls and as she fondled them, this new set of sensations pushed me to the point of no return. Grabbing her hips, I drove her down onto me as far as she could go, causing her to cry out, and then I was spurting into her, again and again and again, my whole body flopping on the bed as I thrust and twitched.

Now it was my turn to be done. I let go of the tension in my body and relaxed. Tory responded by lying back on top of me, grabbing my hands from my sides and placing them on her breasts. I held on then as though it was me who might fly away and the two of us just concentrated on our bodies and our breathing. 

At last, my cock had shriveled so much that it slipped out of her ass, followed by a fart that made us both beginning laughing uncontrollably. Part real honest laughter, part emotional release, we cackled there on the bed for a couple of minutes, Tory still lying on top of me like a blanket. 

When we finally subsided, she rolled off, threw an arm over my chest and raised her head to look at me.

"I fucking did it," she said.

"Yes," I said. "You fucking did."



The Closest of Friends



Anik and I had been dating for almost four years. We met when she was just 16 and I was 18. It was love at first sight. From the first time I kissed her I knew I wanted to be with her forever.

We started off slowly, becoming friends first before lovers. I can still remember the very first time I undressed her. I remember the smoothness of her skin; the fullness of her breasts; the way her nipples hardened under my tongue. She was a virgin, and I had only been with one girl before her. But what we lacked in experience we more than made up for with passion.

She was a beautiful girl. Standing about 5'4", she had been graced with a slender frame and long legs. Her hips curved naturally toward a flat stomach that accentuated her perfect breasts. She had a long and graceful neck, made all the more alluring by the locks of thick and curly chestnut hair that tumbled over her shoulders. But it was her face that had truly won me over. Anik was absolutely beautiful, the kind of girl that stops you in your tracks and makes you look back a dozen times, dreaming of making her your own. Lucky me, she was mine, and together we enjoyed each other in every way possible.

Although she had been uninitiated in the ways of love making when we first met, Anik was a fast learner. She had an appetite for pleasure that included the best blowjobs I have ever had. Here was a girl who could lick and suck and swallow all six inches of my cock, taking it right down her throat again and again. Anik used to kneel in front of me when we were watching television, and without a word she would unzip my pants and pull my shaft out, then begin licking my balls and sucking my dick like a porn star. She knew just how to do it --- lots of lips and tongue, no teeth, and plenty of motion. To make the moment last, she often pulled up off my cock and pressed her tits against me, cupping them together so that I could fuck her chest. But when I was ready to blow, you better believe she would dive back down on me, pulling me into her warm, wet mouth, and stroke my shaft until I blasted a load of cum onto her tongue and down her throat. To this day I have never met anyone who could swallow every drop of my wad and continue sucking like there was no tomorrow.

Sure, our sex life was fantastic. We fucked and made love at least twice a day, and more often when we had the chance. Anik liked to experiment. She liked to be tied up. She liked to be blind folded. She liked ice cubes drawn all over her body, and she liked it when I fucked her tight little pussy with a Popsicle before I fucked her. She eve liked anal sex. The first time I suggested it she was a little shy, but in the end, after lubing me up with her tongue and plenty of saliva, she climbed up on her knees and ease my shaft into her ass, pushing back as she got comfortable with it in her rectum. Finally, when she was ready, Anik began to rock against me while I thrust my hips forward. That first time she let me fuck her in the ass was the most incredible sensation, and when I came, I swear to God I thought I was going to die from dehydration!

By the time we had been together for four years, there was just about nothing Anik and I hadn't tried at some point. One rainy afternoon, while we were discussing our sexual likes and dislikes, Anik asked me a question.

"Is there anything special you really want to try?" I answered cautiously, not knowing how she would take my response.

"I've always wanted to try a threesome," I said.

Anik considered this for a moment. "You mean two girls, or two guys?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Either, I guess. Or both."

Anik had a roommate that was just about as sexy as she was. I had been pining for a chance to fuck this girl, but I was infinitely loyal to Anik, and had no intention of jeopardizing our relationship by cheating on her. Anik knew I wanted her friend, but to my chagrin, she never made any overtures toward solving this dilemma. For months I had thought our relationship was to be an exclusive one, and that was fine by me, but suddenly here she was, contemplating my proposal. Imagine my shock when she responded.

"I think I'd like to try that," she said, "but with two guys."

I could barely hide my surprise. "Did you have anyone in mind?" I wondered.

"It would have to be someone we know. Someone we trust."

We both thought about this for several minutes. Finally, it was Anik who came up with the perfect solution.

"What about Tony?" she suggested. I knew Anik and Tony had been a little more than friends a few summers before she and I got together, but they had never gone beyond necking and heavy petting. Still, I had often suspected that both of them wanted to fuck the other one's brains out. Now, here was Anik just about asking my permission to live out her fantasy. I thought about it for a few minutes. If I let her fuck Tony, would she let me fuck her roommate somewhere down the line?

"Okay," I agreed. "Why don't we do it then?"

I think she was as shocked as I was that we actually both agreed to this idea.

"But how do we get him to do it?" she wondered.

"We'll just surprise him," I offered. "And if he doesn't want to do it, he'll tell us to stop."

Fat chance of that, I thought. Tony was the biggest playboy I knew. He would screw anything that wore a skirt, given the right opportunity. Which is not to say he was not a nice guy. On the contrary, Tony was very much like myself. He just had this way with women. He was a charmer, a player. I've never met another guy who could get a woman to do just about anything he wanted without even breaking a sweat.

Tony had a girlfriend at this particular point in time, a stuck-up rich babe named Melissa. Melissa was actually a nice enough girl, and quite a pretty blonde, with a fantastic body from years of figure skating. The problem was, she knew it, and like most pretty girls who know they are pretty, she worked it for everything it was worth. I guess in some respects that's why Tony and Melissa got along so well. They were both players, both after the same things.

Tony lived in a basement apartment in a run-down part of town. Anik and I used to visit his place quite regularly. On an afternoon not long after we had made our agreement to seduce our friend into a threesome, we ventured over to his place. As we walked up the path leading to the side door, Anik stopped and turned her beautiful brown eyes upon me.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" she whispered breathlessly.

I was already turned on just by the thought of our little experiment being enacted, but of course I couldn't let on to this. I had to play it a little cool.

"Do you?" I asked back.

She thought about it for a moment, then nodded: "Yes," she said. I could see the colour rising in her high cheekbones. Through the thin material of her T-shirt and bra, her nipples were hardened little points. I was willing to bet her pussy was damp right then as well. I would find out soon enough.

I rang Tony's doorbell. He answered about ten seconds later and invited us inside. At this point, Tony had no idea what we had in store for him.

The three of us spent the better part of that rainy afternoon playing cards and talking about our individual jobs. As the day wore on, I could see Anik was beginning to loosen up. She had made herself comfortable, stretching out her long coltish legs across the floor so that one touched my leg, and the other brushed up against Tony's leg. Tony had broken out the booze as well: beer for himself, vodka coolers for Anik and I. Anik had pounded about a half dozen bottles back and was beginning to get a little giggly. She had this glow about he that I found electric. Every time I looked at her I thought to myself: You are one lucky son of a bitch to have a girlfriend like Anik! And I was. Little did I know how lucky I was soon to become!

We had just finished a hand of cards when Tony climbed to his feet and fetched himself another beer. I looked over at Anik and saw her watching his ass as he walked across the kitchen. When she saw me watching her, Anik blushed a deep shade of red. I simply smiled. This was why we had come, after all, wasn't it? Holding her gaze, I arched one eyebrow inquisitively. She seemed to take my meaning at once. As Tony rejoined us, Anik dealt a fresh hand of cards.

"Let's play strip poker," she suggested.

Tony and I laughed and agreed.

Anik lost the first hand. As she laid her cards down on the floor, she glanced one last time toward me as though seeking my reassurance. I nodded silently, then watched as she sighed and began to pull her T-shirt over her head. Sitting next to me, Tony was watching her, too, but seeing a girl in a bra is very much like seeing them in a bikini. Anik's body was beautiful, as I have said, but the hint of what was underneath those clothes was a grand tease.

It was my turn to deal. At the end of the second hand, Tony was the loser. His T-shirt quickly joined Anik's in one corner of the room.

Hand number three. I lost. In second we had all stripped off our T's.

Anik lost the fourth hand. Tony and I watched as she peeled her cut-off denim shorts down her legs, revealing a pair of satiny white panties that matched her bra. I had lost count of how many times I had pulled those panties off her hips with my teeth. Anik giggled softly while she sat there in front of us.

She lost the fifth hand. Now it was serious. She could lose the bra and give us an eyeful of those perfect tits, or she could doff the panties and show us her pussy. Anik kept her pubic hair trimmed, but not shaved. It was dark and curly, just like the hair on her head. While Tony and I waited with breathless anticipation, Anik crossed her arms over her chest and unfastened her bra. Still hiding her tits from our view, she pulled the bra aside and cast it into the corner. For several seconds she remained motionless, then, finally, she dropped her arms. I heard Tony's lungs suck in a volume of air. Evidently he liked what he saw. I know I did. The temptation to reach over and caress Anik's breasts was almost overwhelming as I watched her nipples grow hard in the cool atmosphere of the living room.

The sixth hand went to Tony. I lost. My shorts joined the growing pile of clothes in the corner. I sat cross-legged, proudly displaying the pillar that had risen in my jockeys.

Anik lost the seventh hand. As she dropped her cards, I looked into her eyes. There was panic there, I realized, but she had set her mind to this afternoon's event, and with slow and deliberate movements she rose to her feet and bent over, peeling her satin panties down to her feet before kicking them aside. When she straightened her back, she stood naked before us, giving both myself and Tony a full frontal view of her sexy body. I glanced at Tony and smiled. He was staring at her as though he had never seen a naked woman before. Though he still wore his baggy jeans, I could see the bulge in his crotch.

"Your deal," Anik told him as she sat back down and pushed the cards his way.

Tony dealt. Anik lost.

"Um, I haven't got anything else to take off," she declared.

"So now what?" Tony wondered out loud.

I decided it was time to break the ice.

"Tony and I will play a hand. Whoever wins gets to demand one favour from Anik. Anything goes."

Tony's jaw just about hit the floor. I ignored him and continued to watch my girlfriend while she nodded slowly.

"You alright with that?" I asked.

Anik smiled at me, then at Tony. "Sure," she said. "Bring it on!"

I dealt the cards. In the end, though, it was Tony who won the hand.

"So what do you want?" I asked him.

For the first time since I had met him, Tony was at a loss for words.

"I don't know," he confessed.

I turned to Anik. "Why don't you show him how good you are with your mouth?"

Anik smiled as she rocked up onto her knees and crawled toward Tony. When she was directly in front of him, she reached for the button of his jeans and pulled it open. She lowered his zipper while staring straight into his eyes. When the jeans fell away, she slid her small hand under the waistband of his boxers and cupped his strengthening manhood in her palm.

"We wanted to invite you to join us," she said as she lowered her head toward his crotch, "but we didn't know how to ask."

Tony's eyelids fluttered closed when Anik slid her lips down onto his shaft. I knew from experience how wonderful she was at sucking cock, and as I sat there watching him, I couldn't help but pull my own jockeys down and begin stroking my dick. Anik's head bobbed up and down while she sucked Tony's cock. Her tongue swirled around his head, then slid out from between her lips and licked down the underside of his shaft toward his balls before she swept him into her mouth again. The sucking sounds were incredible. I could hear Tony moaning while Anik blew him.

"Oh my God!" Tony whispered hoarsely.

Suddenly, without warning, Anik pulled up and backed away from him. Turning toward me, she took my hand and rose to her feet, drawing me after her. As she started toward the bedroom, Anik motioned for Tony to follow us. He did, no questions asked.

Once in the bedroom, Anik quickly tore off the last of the clothing that Tony and I wore. There we stood, our poles at full attention while this dark-haired goddess knelt between us, grasping both of our rods in her hands. She stroked us together, then took turns sliding her lips down first Tony's shaft, then my own. I almost blew my load right then and there as she sucked my cock and fondled my balls, but before I could dump my cum into her mouth, Anik stood up and motioned toward the bed.

"Lie down," she instructed.

Tony and I were like little kids diving up onto the bed and flopping onto our backs. It was weird at first, lying side-by-side with another naked man, but as Anik crawled up between our legs and began sucking first one cock, then the other, my homophobia quickly vanished.

For several long minutes, Tony and I were treated to the best blowjobs Anik had ever given. Time and time again she brought us both to the brink of losing our minds, only to pull her mouth back and shift her attention to the other cock before her. Finally, when he could take it no longer, Tony jumped up and told Anik to lie down in his place. She did, and while I positioned myself near her head, Tony climbed between her legs and rammed his tongue into her pussy. Anik gasped in pleasure, then took hold of my cock, dangling above her face, and drew my shaft into her mouth once more. 

While Tony ate her cunt, I fucked my girlfriend's beautiful face. Anik reached up and grabbed my ass, pulling my hips into her face. I could tell she was extremely horny at this point. All fun and games were gone now. This girl wanted me to fuck her throat. I was more than happy to oblige. Thrusting my hips forward, I watched while Anik took every last inch of my shaft between her lovely lips. I pulled back, then pistoned forward, feeling the head of my prick nudge the back of her throat. Anik cocked her head back and grunted, urging me forward. I rocked back and pushed ahead. This time my shaft slid straight into her throat while Anik's lips closed around the base of my rod. She held me there, clutching my ass so that my balls were resting against her chin, while Tony tongued her pussy, driving himself into her. Anik squealed around my dick as she climaxed, rutting her hips into Tony's face and creaming her cunt juice all over his chin while he continued to lick her.

Finally, when her orgasm had subsided, she pushed me back so that my cock drew out of her mouth. Breathless now, she looked down at Tony and watched while he climbed up and positioned his cock at the entrance to her womb.

"Fuck me, Tony!" she demanded. "Fuck me hard!"

He did. I watched in erotic amazement as Tony's prick penetrated Anik's vagina. Tony's shaft was as long as my own, but with a distinctive upward bend. As he pushed into her cunt, his head stroked against Anik's G-spot and she cried out while she came a second time.

I sat back and watched while Tony fucked my girlfriend. Anik wrapped her legs around his back and rode him, pulling him down so that his mouth found her left breast and worked upon her nipple. Finally, when he was about to cum, she pushed him back and ordered me into his place. I fairly pounced upon her, driving my rock-hard cock into Anik's wet love tunnel and humping her for all I was worth. Tony's dick, raging for release, found Anik's mouth, but she only ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock without sucking him. Obviously she had something else in mind for his sperm.

As I neared the point of no return, I cried out, warning Anik I was about to cum. She ordered me off her. Once I was clear, she told Tony to lie down again. As he complied, she climbed over him, straddling his waist, and eased herself down onto his prick once more. Standing at the foot of the bed, I was afforded the most luscious view of Anik's ass as Tony's cock pumped and stretched her pussy lips open. Unable to resist, I climbed up behind her and took hold of her hips as I lined my cockhead up with her puckered rectum. Anik and I had talked about this. She had revealed a desire to have two cocks inside her at once, filling both holes. 

With pussy juice lubricating her asshole, I pressed the head of my shaft against her sphincter, then rocked my hips forward. My shaft went in with minimal resistance, so open and horny was my girlfriend. Anik threw her head back and gasped when I entered her. She fell still on Tony's cock for a moment while her body became accustomed to the double-penetration. Finally, once her ass had relaxed, she began to rock her body once more, fucking us both at once. As she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Tony's mouth, I trust my hips ahead and buried my cock to the root in her ass.

We fucked like that for several minutes. I could felt he length of Tony's cock through the thin membrane that separated Anik's rectum from her vagina. The sensations she was experiencing must have been overwhelming, for Anik came at least twice while we were both inside her. Both times I felt her pussy and ass contract, milking our cocks, clutching us, inviting us to empty our balls inside her body. But neither Tony nor I came. We somehow managed to control ourselves. At last, exhausted for the moment, Anik pulled up off Tony's dick and I eased mine out of her ass. All three of us were bathed in sweat. The room smelled like musk: animal and deep. I thought Anik was done, but I was mistaken.

"Tony," she invited, "why don't you switch places with Shannon?"

He was on his knees in a flash. "I've never fucked anyone in the ass before," he admitted.

"It's great," I told him. "Tight and hotter than her pussy."

"But you have to go slow," Anik warned him. "Let me get used to it inside me before you start pumping."

She dropped back to all-fours and watched over one shoulder while Tony climbed up behind her, then lined up his dick with her ass. I watched breathlessly while his head slowly penetrated her sphincter. Anik sucked in a deep breath. I watched her wince in pain for a moment, then smile as Tony's head breached that ring of muscle. His cock, lubed by her cunt, slid into her without difficulty, filling her up.

"Oh, that's it!" Anik sighed. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Do it harder!"

Tony did. He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back into him until the very base of his shaft was buried in her hole. Anik rocked forward and backward violently. Tony pulled almost all the way out, then rammed home again. He kept this up for several seconds until I could tell he was about to cum.

"Not there!" Anik cried. "I want to taste it!"

Tony pulled out and threw himself down on the bed again. Anik immediately drove her lips down around his swollen shaft as his balls contracted. She bobbed her lips a total of three times before I watched Tony thrust his hips forward and empty his load into her mouth. What must have been a gallon of semen flowed into my girlfriend's mouth and coated her tongue. Though her throat constricted to swallow his stream, she could not handle it all and some leaked from the corners of her mouth. That was most erotic thing I have ever seen: my lover sucking another man's cock while cum and semen and sperm dribbled down his shaft. After Tony had exhausted his orgasm, Anik pulled up and smiled at him. Throwing her head back, she worked her throat again and swallowed what was left in her mouth. Finally, she opened her lips and stuck her tongue out, showing us she had indeed ingested it all.




The Closest of Friends



"Oh hell! Is that the time?" Fiona exclaimed, looking first at her watch and then at the clock on the wall. "Damn!"

"What time's your bus?" Craig enquired.

Fiona laughed. "About ten minutes ago," she replied with a resigned shrug. "Oh well, never mind. I guess I can have some more wine now and I can worry about a taxi when we're finally too tired to keep talking."

Craig shook his head. "No need wasting money on a taxi. It'll take me two minutes to make up the bed in the spare room."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am. What's more, I'm sure you'll be glad to know that my spare bed is a hell of a lot comfier than the couch you used to crash on at my old place."

Fiona smiled. "Thanks," she said, "And, actually, that old sofa wasn't that uncomfortable. I've slept on a lot worse."

Craig laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure you have. The tent at T in the park all those years ago does spring to mind for some reason." Fiona smiled at the memory. "Now," Craig continued, "Excuse me for a couple of minutes while I go and prepare your quarters."

"Do you want a hand?" Fiona asked.

"Don't be silly," Craig replied, "Pour yourself another glass, sit back and relax." He smiled. "Oh, and you can pour me one too while you're at it," he added.

Fiona did just that. All in all, she'd had a very nice evening catching up with Craig after all these years and, perversely, she was actually quite glad that she had missed her bus as it meant the evening didn't have to come to an abrupt end. It was almost as if the clock had been rolled back fifteen or so years to when they had been friends and later flatmates at University and had frequently had drink fuelled conversations that had gone on until the small hours of the morning.

They had been younger then, though. Quite a bit younger, Fiona thought a little ruefully to herself. Despite that, however, as the evening had progressed, the years had slipped away, taking with them all of the cares, concerns and responsibilities that had accumulated and they were once again, Craig and Fiona, putting the world to rights over a few too many drinks.

Craig returned a few minutes later. "All done," he said, "There's fresh towels at the end of the bed and I've dug out an old t-shirt that you can use as a night-dress, assuming you wear one."

Fiona smiled. "You're too kind," she said, "How can I ever repay you?"

Craig thought for a moment. "Hmm, well, I suspect it's probably best that I don't answer that," he replied.

"Oh? And why's that?" Fiona enquired.

Craig paused again. "Well," he said at last, "In my less than sober state, I may just, inadvertently mind you, make some inappropriate remark relating to the fact that I'm a man and you're a woman that would probably earn me a well deserved slap across the cheeks and ruin what had otherwise been a very nice evening."

"Craig Williamson!" Fiona exclaimed with mock indignation, smiling to take the sting out of her words, "Is that you coming on to me?"

"What would you do if it was?" he asked.

Fiona laughed. "I'd tell you that you've had too much to drink and that you should sit down and then we can get back to righting all the wrongs in this world with what's left of the wine."

"Fair enough, Fi," Craig said, sitting down on the sofa next to her and picking up his glass, "But I don't think we have nearly enough wine left for that."

"That's probably true," Fiona agreed, clinking her glass against Craig's, "But we should probably do what we can."

It was about 2am when, with a yawn, Craig announced, "I don't know about you, Fi, but I'm done in and I'm pretty sure I can hear my bed calling me."

"Yeah. Me too, I guess," Fiona agreed.

Reaching the doors of their respective bedrooms, Craig said, "Thanks for a really nice evening, Fi. Goodnight."

Fiona kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Goodnight, Craig," she replied.

Lying in bed in the dark, Fiona reflected on the conversation from earlier. Had Craig been serious when he'd made what seemed to be a pass at her, she wondered, or had he just been joking, having had too much to drink? Fiona couldn't decide. Their friendship had always contained a certain amount of bantering innuendo, but that was always what it had been; nothing more. Fiona conceded that that had been down to circumstance as much as anything else. For almost as long as they had known each other, one or other of them had been involved with someone else. Casting her mind back, Fiona realised that this was probably the first time in all the years they had known each other that they had both been single. What was more, they were both single and both under the same roof and that had definitely never happened before.

Maybe if she hadn't had as much to drink, Fiona wouldn't have made the decision she did. Rising from her bed, she made her way quietly through to the other room.

"What the... Oh. Um... Fi, what are you doing?" Craig asked as Fiona pulled back the covers and climbed into bed beside him.

"I'm getting into your bed," Fiona replied with aplomb.

"I, uh, can see that, Fi," Craig replied, "What I meant was why?"

Pausing only to slip out of the over-sized t-shirt she'd been wearing, Fiona replied, "Well, it's kind of like you said. I'm a woman, you're a man, and now we're in bed together. You don't mind do you?"

"Um, well, no, I guess not," Craig replied. "I mean if it's what you want, then you're very welcome."

"That's settled then," Fiona declared, curling up next to Craig. "I must say, it feels good to be snuggled up close to you like this. We really should have done this before," she said then kissed him.

"I would have jumped at the chance, Fi," Craig replied, "But, there again, I always assumed you weren't interested. If I had known..."

"Oh, I was always interested," Fiona interrupted, "But at least one of us was always involved with someone else, and I simply don't go there."

"Fair enough. I can't argue with that," Craig said.

"Good," Fiona replied, "But since neither of us are currently involved, I kind of thought, well, here I am. Do you mind?"

"Do you?"

"I wouldn't be here beside you right now, naked and in your bed if I did."

"Well Fi, if this is what you want, then I'm more than happy to accommodate you," Craig said.

"I think," Fiona replied coyly, "It's the other way round and, actually, it's me that will be accommodating you. At least, that's the way it usually works."

They both laughed.

"Now, ssshhh!" Fiona said, silencing Craig with a kiss, "Let's not waste any more time talking."

Fiona leaned forward to kiss Craig again as his hands began to roam all over her body. His hands reached up to cup and squeeze her pert, firm breasts as their lips pressed together. 

Fiona sat up and pushed Craig on to his back. She leant forward, her breasts rubbing against Craig's face. His tongue snaked out, licking over their soft skin. Fiona laughed as she shook her body, jiggling and bouncing her breasts against her his face, smothering him in her cleavage. 

Slowly, Fiona began to work her way down Craig's firm, well muscled body. The fine hairs on his chest rubbed against her erect nipples, adding to her growing excitement. 

"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh," Craig moaned as Fiona kissed his stomach, her breasts rubbing against the insides of his thighs, his cock sliding between her firm, fleshy globes. She smiled up at him as she reached down to press her breasts together, squashing his cock between them. 

"Oh, Fi! That's so good!" Craig gasped as Fiona rocked slowly back and forth, his cock sliding between her breasts. 

"Glad you approve," Fiona replied coyly before flicking her tongue over his knob as it poked from her cleavage. Craig groaned as Fiona coated the head of his cock with a warm film of saliva. 

"Damn!" Craig sighed, "Oh fuck yes!" he gasped as Fiona took his knob into her mouth and slowly slid her lips along his shaft. Craig's hips bucked slightly, forcing his cock deeper into Fiona's hot and hungry mouth. "Oh, Fi!" he moaned as she took the head into the back of her throat and swallowed repeatedly. 

Letting Craig's cock slip from her mouth, Fiona teased it with her breasts once more, letting them swing back and forth, brushing over its surface. "I hope you're enjoying this?" she asked in a voice made husky with arousal. 

"Oh hell yes, Fi!" Craig gasped, strain evident in his voice, "I... I'm now regretting all the opportunities we let pass us by all these years." 

"Good," said Fiona, "Me too."

Fiona turned around, her back towards Craig as she straddled his legs. "Now. Why don't you just lie back and enjoy the view?" she purred as she reached back between her legs to grip his shaft. "Mmmm, yessssss!" she sighed as she flicked Craig's knob over her swollen lips and clit, coating it in her juices. "I'm going to enjoy having this inside me," she purred. 

Fiona teased herself for several moments, adding to her arousal before guiding the swollen head of Craig's cock towards the warm, wet entrance of her pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she sighed as she pushed her hips back, feeling Craig's knob stretch her as she lowered herself slowly on to his cock, "I can't believe I've actually got you inside me at last. You've no idea how many times I've imagined this."

"Really?" Craig asked, slightly surprised by her admission.

"Yes, really," Fiona replied, "For almost as long as I've known you."

"Oh Fi!" Craig gasped as he felt the moist warmth of her pussy engulf his cock as she impaled herself on its length, "I... I never knew. I never even suspected." 

"So I, uh, gathered, mmmmmm!" Fiona replied, savouring the feeling of having Craig inside her.

Settling herself on him, Fiona flexed the walls of her pussy around Craig's cock. "Oh, Craig!" she moaned, "You feel sooo good inside me! So big! Soooo hard! My pussy feels sooo full! Mmmmmmm." 

Slowly at first then gradually increasing her pace, Fiona rocked her hips back and forth. Craig watched as his cock slid in and out of her pussy with a soft, wet squelching sound. Fiona flexed the walls of her pussy around his cock, milking his shaft inside her. "Oh God, Fi, I love that," Craig moaned as the sensations added to his increasing tension. Looking back over her shoulder, Fiona smiled as she clenched her pelvic muscles even tighter. 

Craig groaned as Fiona rode his cock with increasing abandon, coating it with the warm wetness of her juices as she impaled herself on its length. His hips began to buck, driving his cock deeper into her pussy as she slid up and down. 

Craig's moans, his heavy breathing and the way that his cock twitched and jerked inside her told Fiona that he was getting close to boiling point. She smiled as she heard his frustrated groan of disappointment as she slid off his shaft. "There'll be more of that later," Fiona purred as she turned around, positioning herself between his legs before leaning forward and taking his engorged knob into her mouth once more. 

"Oh Fi! That's so good," Craig moaned, his need for release growing as her her lips slid along his shaft. 

Pre-cum boiled from the slit as Fiona worked her lips up and down Craig's cock, savouring the taste of her own juices that coated its surface. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she began to pump up and down. Her fingers blurred as they worked in tandem with her lips, pushing Craig ever closer to the brink. 

Twisting his fingers in Fiona's hair as hiss breathing deepened even more, Craig's body became tense, his cock was as hard as steel in Fiona's mouth. "Oh fuck, Fi!" he gasped, "I can't hold on! I'm cumming!" he cried as he felt his seed begin to surge up from his balls. 

Fiona waited until the final second before letting Craig's cock slip from between her lips. It jerked violently as it exploded, sending a thick jet of hot cum into space between them, coursing through the air to splash against her neck. She pumped his shaft with her fingers. His cum spewed from his knob, showering her neck and breasts with its warm stickiness. 

Craig moaned as his cock disgorged its load. He watched, unable to speak as his cum dribbled over Fiona's breasts. As his torrent subsided, Fiona took him into her mouth once more to suck the final drops of his seed from his cock. 

Craig fell back, breathing hard. Fiona sat up, smiling as her hands began to rub his thick, sticky cum into her breasts. "My turn now," she purred coyly as she began to move upwards, stopping only when her thighs straddled Craig's head. 

Fiona lowered herself on to his waiting mouth. Craig needed no instruction as to what Fiona wanted from him. "Oooooohhhh, mmmmmm!" she sighed as Craig's tongue slipped between her moist lower lips. With a delicious feeling of dirtiness, Fiona continued to rub Craig's cum into her breasts as his tongue began to lap along her slit. She could feel her juices leaking from her pussy, dribbling over Craig's face as he feasted on her. 

"Oh fuck!" Fiona cried, squeezing her stiff, cum coated nipples as Craig's tongue danced over her clit. She ground her hips, pressing her mound against his mouth, adding to the friction of his tongue on her throbbing bulb. "Eat me, Craig!" she demanded. "Ohhhh yesssss! Eat my pussy!" 

Craig increased his pace as Fiona began to bump and grind against his mouth with increasing force. He could feel the first tremors of her impending orgasm rippling through her body. As the pressure inside her mounted, Fiona became increasingly vocal, urging Craig on with a seemingly endless stream of obscenities. Craig allowed himself a mental smile as she began to lose control. 

Always polite in everyday conversation, Craig found it amusing that Fiona could become increasingly foul mouthed as her arousal reached its peak. It was a side to her nature that he had never suspected existed during all the long years of their friendship. "I never took you to be type that liked to talk dirty," Craig teased, pausing briefly from feasting on her pussy.

"That's, mmm, oh... only because you've n... never, ahhhhh, had me in bed bef... ohhhh... re," Fiona replied. "D... does it shock you?"

"Uh, um, a little, I guess," Craig admitted, pausing again, "But don't let that stop you. It's nice to know you're enjoying it."

"Ohhhh, I am. I ammmmmmmm!" Fiona replied dreamily as Craig's tongue worked its way between her moist folds again. "Now, quit talking and keep licking!" she demanded.

Relishing the intense sensations that Craig's tongue was giving her, Fiona surrendered herself to them. Only Craig, and those of her former boyfriends who had taken her to such heights had ever heard Fiona use the sort of language she employed when lost in the throes of passion. Her numerous friends, colleagues and associates would be shocked if they could hear her now but, as intense waves of pleasure consumed her, Fiona didn't care. 

"Oh God! Ohh fuck! Ohh yes! Ohhhhhh Craig! Eat my pussy! Fuck me with your tongue!" Fiona cried as her body began to shake violently, her juices streaming from her pussy as she came. Craig's tongue beat mercilessly on her swollen clit. He savoured the taste of Fiona's essence as it flooded his mouth. 

Fiona shook, crying out with every touch of Craig's tongue. Her arousal peaked again and again as waves of pleasure washed over and through her. "Ooooooohhhhhh ffffuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!" she cried as she forced herself to roll away, unable to endure any more of the intense sensations that held her in their grip. 

Breathing hard, she cuddled up to Craig, forcing her body to obey her will as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly against her. Her body still shook as she kissed Craig lightly on the lips, tasting her juices, inhaling the scent of her pussy on his breath. 

"You enjoyed that, I trust?" Craig asked softly, feeling the pounding of Fiona's heart inside her breast, "I know I did." 

"Oh fuck, yes," Fiona replied in a breathless whisper, "That was amazing. I always imagined that it would be good, but I never imagined it would be that good!" 

"Me neither," Craig admitted, "I'm just glad I acquitted myself so well."

"You most certainly did," Fiona replied, running her fingers lightly over his body, "And I'm not finished with you yet!"

They kissed again, this time with increasing passion. Fiona reached unerringly for Craig's cock as her tongue danced in his mouth. His resurgent member stiffened slightly in response to her touch as her fingers lovingly stroked and caressed it. "Do you think it needs a little encouragement?" she asked.

"What sort of encouragement did you have in mind?" Craig asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Fiona replied coyly, "I just thought it might like a bit of a helping hand, or maybe even a helping mouth."

Craig smiled. "I don't know if encouragement is strictly needed but it would definitely be welcomed," Craig replied.

"Oh, good," Fiona purred as she began to kiss her way down over Craig's chest and stomach, lightly stroking his cock as she moved. 

Reaching his cock, Fiona began to kiss and lick it all over, occasionally running her tongue over his balls. Craig's cock grew increasingly stiffer in response to her gentle ministrations. "Your powers of persuasion are pretty impressive, Fi," Craig teased. "They definitely seem to be working."

"So I noticed," Fiona replied with aplomb, "Do you think a bit of a suck might be suitably encouraging? Just to be certain it's up to the task, you understand?"

Craig laughed. "I'm almost certain it would be," he admitted.

Fiona laughed too. Once again, she knelt between Craig's legs. Holding his cock lightly, she leaned forward. "OK then, here goes," she said then ran her tongue along its underside, tracing a warm wet path from his balls to his knob. 

"Oh fuck, Fi, that's fantastic," Craig moaned as her tongue swirled over the surface of his cock. "Oooohhhh yessss!" he gasped as she wrapped her lips around the head and took it deep into her mouth. 

Fiona tilted her head to one side. Craig could see his knob pressing her cheek outwards from inside her mouth. "Mmmmmmm, fuck," he groaned as she tickled his balls lightly with one fingertip while her lips slid easily up and down his shaft, tonguing the head as she sucked. 

Fiona could tell exactly how much Craig was enjoying her attentions as his cock continued to swell and grow stiffer in her mouth. His gasped appreciation of her attentions increased her own arousal. Slowly, she took him in deeper, until the head lodged in the back of her throat. "Oh fuck, Fi!!!!" Craig groaned appreciatively as Fiona began to swallow, the walls of her throat closing tightly around his swollen knob as her tongue licked the underside of his shaft, "I... I can't believe I n... never let you do this before." 

Feeling immensely pleased with Craig's appreciation of her skills, Fiona was momentarily torn, once again, between the desire to use her mouth to give Craig the maximum possible pleasure and the need to feel his cock inside her again, stretching and filling her pussy as it plunged in and out. 

Making her decision, she gave Craig's cock one last long, hard suck, her head blurring as it bobbed rapidly up and down. As Craig's hips began to thrust upwards, driving his cock into her mouth, she reluctantly pulled away. 

"I was enjoying that," Craig complained.

"I should hope so too," Fiona replied with mock indignation, "But it's possible to have too much of a good thing and I have other plans for that lovely big cock of yours." She gave him a wicked smile, her dark brown eyes smouldered with desire. "So, are you ready to give me a good seeing-to?" she asked in a voice that made Craig's heart pound faster. 

"Oh God, yes!" moaned Craig as Fiona slipped her legs outside his and began to move upwards. 

"Good!" replied Fiona, reaching back between her legs to grasp Craig's cock, guiding it towards her entrance, "Because what I really need right now is a bloody good, hard fuck. Will you give me what I want?" she asked, sliding him into her. 




The Closest of Friends



"Ohhhh!" gasped Craig as the warmth of Fiona's pussy slowly engulfed his cock. He waited until she had impaled herself fully upon him before answering her question. "I intend to give it a bloody good try, Fi" he replied, giving her a mischievous smile.

"Mmmmm, good," Fiona sighed dreamily, rocking her hips slowly back and forth, savouring the feeling of having Craig's thick, hard cock inside her once more. She leaned forward, burying Craig's face in her cleavage. Craig breathed deeply, inhaling the rich, musky scent of Fiona's arousal combined with the smell of his cum on her breasts. 

Grinding her hips up and down, Fiona rode Craig's cock as he reached up to cup and caress her firm, shapely breasts. "Oooooooohhhh, mmmmmmmm," she sighed as he teased her stiff nipples with his thumbs.

Pressing her breasts together, Craig flicked his tongue over their surface. "Oh God, Craig, yesssss! Make them wet, I love that," Fiona moaned, grinding herself against him.

Fiona increased her pace, sliding up until only the very tip of Craig's cock remained inside her, holding him there briefly before slamming down, impaling herself on him. Craig thrust his hips upwards, stabbing his cock into Fiona's pussy as his tongue teased her nipples. "Oh... Oh... Oh yessss..." she gasped as Craig's cock filled her. 

Feeling the first rippling contractions in her womb, Fiona closed her eyes and ground herself even more firmly against Craig, gripping his cock with the walls of her pussy. 

The sensations quickly increased in intensity. The contractions grew stronger with every movement. Fiona's breathing became increasingly ragged, her body began to tremble and then shake as her climax increased its hold on her. "Oh... Oh fuck! I... I'm c... cumming, Craig!" she moaned, "I... I'm cumming!"

Surrendering herself to the overwhelming sensations as her orgasm washed over and through her, Fiona rode Craig's cock with carefree abandon. Her hips moved automatically, sliding her pussy up and down along Craig's cock. Her pussy felt deliciously stretched and full as it quivered and pulsed, gripping Craig's cock tightly.

"I... I want you on t... top of m... me, Craig," Fiona purred as her climax began to subside, "I... I 

want you to f... fuck me so hard it... it hurts!" she demanded. 

They rolled over, Craig's cock still buried deep in Fiona's pussy. Fiona clasped her hands above her head as Craig started to pump rhythmically in and out, pinning her to the bed. Craig reached forward and wrapped his fingers around Fiona's wrists, restraining her as he plunged into her warm, wet depths. 

The soft squelching of Craig's cock as he drove it into Fiona's pussy, the slapping of their bodies as they collided together filled the room as he fucked her with long, hard, powerful thrusts. Fiona's moans of pleasure insinuated themselves into the spaces between the sounds of their passion. 

"Oh yes, Craig! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it hard!" Fiona demanded as she pulled her legs back, letting Craig sink deeper into her body as, with her ankles crossed, she rested her feet on his arse. 

Breathing hard, Craig increased his pace, pulling right out before slamming back in. The force of his thrusts pushed Fiona up the bed until her head pressed against the headboard. 

"Harder!" Fiona urged, "Fuck me harder!" She flexed the walls of her pussy around his shaft. "I love feeling your balls slap against my arse when you fuck me," she murmured as Craig pounded her with increased vigour, once again amused by the string of obscenities with which the normally polite and demure Fiona gave voice to her passion. It was almost as if, without her clothes, she had become another person. The personality change was, however, a huge turn-on for Craig as he strove to comply with her increasingly vocal demands.

As he increased his pace, fucking Fiona with long, hard strokes, causing her to cry out each time their bodies collided, Craig felt a slight sense of regret as he realised he wouldn't last much longer. The fact that it was happening at all was almost too much believe. Fiona had been one of his closest friends for many years and now, here he was, fucking her hard as she urged him on and, very soon, he would be filling her pussy with his cum and, what was more, she wanted him to do just that. Only in his dreams could he have imagined himself fucking Fiona and finding her to be such an enthusiastic and satisfying partner; but he wasn't dreaming. Fiona's increasingly urgent moans and sighs of pleasure, her body, soft and yielding beneath his, the warm wetness of her pussy around his cock as he thrust into her and his own rapidly approaching climax convinced him that it was real.

"Fi! Oh... Oh fuck, ohhhhh Fi!" Craig gasped as he felt the inevitable end approach, the need to release mounting with every thrust. 

"Yes! Oh fuck yessss! Oh Craig!" Fiona cried as the force of his fucking drove her towards the precipice. 

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh Fi, I'm cumming!" Craig gasped as his seed began to rise. 

"Oh yes, Craig, fill me! Fill me with your hot cum," Fiona moaned as her womb contracted. 

They came together. "Ohhhhhh, mmmmmm," Fiona moaned as her body heaved below Craig's; feeling his rich fluid flood into her tunnel. 

"Oh... Oh... Oh..." Craig groaned as his hips surged forward, releasing another jet of cum into Fiona's pussy with every thrust. 

"Yes... Yes... Oh fuck... Yessssss!" Fiona cried as fire coursed through every nerve, the waves of her climax washing over her. 

Joined in the moment of shared release, their bodies moved together, their hearts pounding, their breathing strained from their exertions. Fiona clung tightly to Craig as he pinned her to the bed, collapsing on to her as his strength drained away.

They lay there, motionless for a while, Fiona happily squashed beneath Craig, his cock still in her pussy. "Thank you, Craig," she murmured softly in his ear, "That was fantastic; better than I could ever have possibly imagined."

"Thank you too, Fi," Craig replied, "I... I can't even begin to describe how much I enjoyed it." He kissed her lightly on the forehead and then on the lips. "I just hope we don't end up regretting this."

"I'm pretty sure I won't," Fiona said reassuringly. She kissed him to reinforce her words. "And if I've no regrets, there's no reason for you to have any either."

"No, that's very true," Craig agreed before kissing her again. "Now, if it's OK with you," he continued, "Nice and all as it is having you beneath me, I really need to move."

Fiona laughed. "Oh OK, I guess," she replied, "If you really must, but kiss me again first."

Craig did as Fiona asked. The kiss was slow and lingering. Fiona allowed herself the pleasure of running her hands over his body one more time before, with a theatrical groan, Craig rolled off and lay beside her, pulling the covers up over them.

"Craig?" Fiona asked as she snuggled up beside him, "Do you have anything urgent to do tomorrow?"

"Um, no. Not really," he replied, wrapping his arms around her.

"Well, you do now," Fiona said coyly.

"Oh yes? And what might that be?" Craig asked.

"Why, me of course," Fiona replied, wriggling her bum suggestively against his groin. "That is, if you want to..."

Behind her, Craig smiled. "You know, that's a very good idea," he replied, "I can't think of anything, or anyone else I'd rather do."

Fiona nudged him gently in the ribs with her elbow. "Cheeky!" she said with mock indignation. 

Craig kissed her lightly on the back of the neck. "Sorry."

Fiona laughed. "Don't be," she said, "I'm not." She turned and kissed him. "Actually," she continued, "Why don't we see if we can make a day of it? Your bed is amazingly comfy, especially with you in it and I don't really want to get out of it until I really have to."

Craig kissed her again. "Fi," he said softly, "You're more than welcome to spend as much time as you want in this bed, so long as I'm in it with you."

"You do know I'm going to hold you to that, don't you?" Fiona asked.

"I was pretty sure a fair bit of holding would be involved," Craig replied.

Fiona smiled. "Mmmmmm, I'm looking forward to that..."