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The Deal

By: wsdp



It was 10:30 on a peaceful Friday evening - Tyler had just slipped out of the shower and began dressing when he checked the clock and smiled knowing Cam would be showing up in the next 15-minutes. 

Tyler wasn't your typical 20-year old college kid - he took a year off after high school before starting college - he's currently a sophomore at the University of South Florida majoring in video communications and earning a small salary as a producer at 870 AM, The Sports Animal - in Tampa. Living at home with his parents was a drag, but when they went on vacation he was sure to make efficient use of his house. Ty's love life was at a standstill; his high school sweetheart was the last person he had been intimate with and every girl he was close to was either engaged or madly in love with their "soul mate". Despite Tyler's non-existent sex life, he had his fair share of kinky fantasies, which he was determined to live out before graduating from USF.

In fact, one of those fantasies ran through his head while he got dressed - his erotic twist to the classic version of strip poker. It wasn't that unnatural for Tyler to be daydreaming of this considering he often imagined himself playing it with Cam. 

Cam was the epitome of Tyler's dream girl. She's 20-years old herself and attends Eckerd College (near St. Petersburg Beach) where she's majoring in Business Administration. It's her face that Tyler daydreams about most often. She has dark brown hair that she wears in a ponytail with a couple braids spurting out from behind her ears covering the sides of her eyes. Oh her eyes - they were the deepest and darkest brown eyes Tyler had ever seen - and they consisted of the perfectly round shape that anime characters are often thought to have. Simply put, Tyler had never laid sight on a more beautiful pair of eyes in his life until he met Cam in November.

Their meeting was by chance, Cam grew up in classic tomboy fashion and her family forced football and NASCAR down her throat. Luckily she got over the NASCAR fascination but football was in her blood and on a warm and tropical Floridian afternoon, Tyler and Cam bumped into each other at a USF football game - they managed to find seats near each other and the rest is history. Unfortunately for Tyler, that day was a microcosm of the last four years - meeting the girl of his dreams only to find out that she's in love with a guy 8-years older than him.

They've spent many nights together since that infamous football game - watching movies, soaking in a night at the comedy club, even the occasional party on the USF campus. In fact, they had spent a great deal of time together over the last month because Cam's boy toy left in early March to visit his brother and spend part of the summer in Phoenix. But no matter the circumstances or how far away her boyfriend was, Tyler knew there was a line he couldn't cross without possibly ruining a friendship with the most beautiful girl (and coincidentally his best FRIEND) that he had ever met in his life. "After all" he would think to himself, "There's 8-years between the two of them, eventually something has to give, right?" 

Amidst all these thoughts, Tyler loved spending time with her and tonight was an optimal time - his parents were in Detroit visiting family so the house was his. "Good Will Hunting" was on Cam's wish list for the night and Tyler owned the DVD. It was no secret to Tyler that Cam had seen it before, but her obsession with Matt Damon drew her interest on that hot and humid April evening.

Just as he had finished throwing on his "Hard Rock Café" tee shirt, the doorbell rang and Tyler's spirits were instantly lifted. He rushed downstairs and swung the door open - Cam came in, gave him a tight squeeze, and walked into the family room to set her purse down and take her sandals off. Tyler fired up the DVD and killed the lights so there wasn't too much glare on the TV screen. The two grabbed a pair of pillows and lay out on his newly carpeted (and fairly soft) floor and watched the first few minutes of the flick. 

About 15-minutes into the movie, Cam got up to get a glass of water from the fridge. She went to set her glass down on the kitchen counter and placed it on a deck of cards. She instantly froze and stood in a state of shock for 30-seconds before snapping out of her daze and crawling back up to her pillow next to Tyler. Ty glanced over and noticed the spirit she had when she came in the door had suddenly vanished. He put a finger in her hair and asked her if she was all right. Cam explained how she had managed to go a couple days without thinking of her boyfriend but knew that his brother was holding a poker tournament with his work friends and her boyfriend was supposed to be playing with them tonight. She added "I was doing fine until I rested my glass on a deck of card by the sink and it reminded me of him". Tyler offered words of encouragement and asked her what he could do to help take her mind off it. Cam shook her head and told him she was going outside to get some fresh air.

Tyler knew at this point that the movie wasn't going to help that much so he turned it off and pulled up a seat next to the kitchen table. Cam came back inside and walked over to the sink and took another sip of water, then she grabbed the cards and took a seat at the table herself. 

"If he's playing cards tonight, why don't I?" she thought to herself. "Ty, what games do you know how to play?" Tyler answered "Euchre (it's a Midwest game his Detroit family taught him how to play), rummy, and poker." "Hmph" she whined, "of those three, I've only played poker before." 

Tyler's biggest weakness became rather apparent at this point - his male hormones immediately considered the possible fun he could have playing poker with her. "Most of the time people play poker for money, but I'm flat broke Cam and I'd never take your money anyhow." Cam nodded and replied "Yeah, I'm running low and I'd feel horrible taking your money too hon - but what else can we bet with?" Tyler smiled and calmly but with a joking smile said, "there's only one other version of poker I've ever heard of."

Cam could have taken that comment a variety of ways - but she knew Tyler would never do anything against her will. In the 10-seconds that followed Tyler's comment, she realized that she needed something "different" to cheer her up - she also admitted to herself that she had found Tyler attractive from the day she met him at the football game - and the fact that her boyfriend would be gone for another month meant there wasn't any real excitement in store for her anytime soon.

"All right hot shot" she exclaimed with a very sly, mystical half grin on her face, obviously changing moods rather drastically - "I've never played before, so what are the house rules if I was to agree to play."

Tyler managed to keep a straight face but inside his heart was beating 100 Miles per hour. "I guess the regular 'lose a hand, lose an article', unless there's any other twists you wanted to add." She quirped "What do you mean by 'twists' Ty?" "Well, I imagine both of us might be a little bit nervous when we start bearing it all, and the loser is going to feel especially vulnerable. Look, I know he's not here and this is kin**" She cut him off "Listen, he's not involved in this tonight - this is 'my' night - tell me what you're thinking because you may never get this opportunity again!" she said with a smile... a smile Ty had never seen on her face before. A smile Ty wouldn't soon be forgetting.

With a boyish grin and his face turning flush, Tyler continued: "with the loser being in the awkward position of being completely nude in front of a long time friend, I figured maybe the winner owed the loser a favor." Cam smiled and said "a favor? Tyler, it sounds like you've been thinking about this for awhile now" Tyler said "I'll admit this is something I've fanaticized about since I was in high school." 

Cam continued smiling and added "I'm adding one rule then. Whatever happens tonight stays inside these walls and is never brought up again under any circumstances. This is something I've never done and - if I didn't know you as well as I did and have as much faith in you as I do Ty, I'd never do with anyone. So do we have a deal?"

Tyler managed to break away from the eternal grin he had on his face to utter the words "you've got a deal Cam." So with that, Tyler motioned for them to head back to the family room so they could move around a little more. They examined each other and simultaneously recited the articles of clothing they had on so they could start at an even point. Cam counted 4 total - shorts, tank top, bra, and panties. Tyler just had his shorts, boxers, and tee shirt on. He offered to grab a hat to make it even, but Cam told him to stick with what he had and start dealing the cards.

Tyler wasn't about to argue. He dealt the first hand - and after drawing 3 cards, came up with a pair of 6's. Cam's pair of 8's beat him though and he lost his tee shirt as a result. "Nothing bad" he thought to himself, "she's seen me swim before, it's not the first time she's seen my chest." Cam dealt the next hand and dealt herself a straight with a 9-high. She held the cards over her mouth and smiled. Apparently Tyler recognized her eyes squinting and shook his head while beginning to blush. Tyler drew 2 cards and couldn't even muster a pair. Cam laid out her straight and winked at Tyler as he stood up and removed his khaki shorts. Down to his boxers and nothing else - Tyler felt extremely embarrassed at this point - especially with the bulge that suddenly popped up in his boxers. Suddenly the room felt a lot colder and his goose bumps became apparent to the naked eye. 

Ty dealt the next hand. Cam held a full house - three Kings and a pair of two's. She glanced at Tyler and thought to herself "the poor guy has been checking me out for 7-months now, I've got to at least let him see my bra!" On that note, Cam threw away the kings while Tyler picked up three aces. Tyler slapped his 3-of-a-kind down and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Cam responded by giving Ty a warm smile and lifting her tank top above her head and throwing it on the couch by her purse. Tyler asked her "are you ready to deal" but apparently forgot where her magnificent eyes were - Cam darted back "Just what exactly are you talking too hon?" - she gave him a warm smile assuring him that she was merely giving him a hard time - and was she ever.

Cam dealt the next hand - and for the first time this game, she had nothing. She drew 3 cards and had a 7-high to show for it. Tyler squirmed in his little spot on the floor as he showed her his pair of 2's. He was visibly shaking until Cam's fake "victory smile" turned into a devilish smile. Cam stood up and unbuttoned her own khaki shorts and let them drop to the ground. Tyler admired her legs as his eyes became fixated on the black bikini-style panties she wore. They were high cut and revealed a good portion of her muscular yet soft thighs - covering everything they had to except one little hair that managed to squeak out. After posing for a few seconds, she realized she was getting a little wet so she sat back down in hopes of hiding her sudden rush of excitement. 

Ty grabbed the cards and dealt himself a flush. Ty looked straight into Cam's eyes for the first time since she began stripping. He blushed a bit and smiled saying "this is unreal Cam - what a comeback I'm making!" He let her draw and once again she came up empty handed. Ty showed his all red hand to Cam as she reached to the back of her chest and unhooked the black lace bra she was wearing. Off it came, out came her breasts, and Tyler's jaw must have dropped at least 2-inches. Cam smirked again as she showed legitimate embarrassment for the first time all night. She took the cards and gave them one final shuffle. This was it. The next hand would dictate complete and total exposure of someone's body.

Cam dealt Ty five number cards of all different suits. Ty drew 3 cards and ended up with nothing but a king high. He had to keep his poker face on in case Cam was watching and drawing a certain amount of cards based on his reaction. Cam had pair of 2's - 4 total hearts and one spade. The spade was the 2 of spades. Judging from Tyler's smile, she knew he must have had something (and anything beat her pair) so she threw away the only pair she had when she tossed the 2 of spades hoping to find another heart and get a flush, which would surely beat anything Tyler had. Instead, she drew a king of diamonds. Tyler was squirming beyond belief and Cam was almost positive there was a wet spot on his boxers which gave her the impression that maybe he was starting to piss his pants! Tyler laid down his cards with a king high - he crossed his fingers and said, "Lets see it Cam." 

Cam dropped a 3, 5, 7, 10, and jack - she had nothing but a jack high. Tyler's smile came back and he fell backwards and lied there for a moment before getting back to his sitting position and standing up. "Do you mind if I help you take those off Cam?" Cam was visibly nervous at this point. But her nervousness was more sexual energy than anything else. Cam smiled her million-dollar smile at Tyler and nodded her head - she stood up and placed her hands on her ribs allowing Tyler to approach her - he kneeled down on one knee, and took his fingers around her waste and slid the elastic string down her thigh till it reached her crotch. He then reached around her and pulled the back and front at the same time (taking a moment to fondle her ass in the process) until he managed to slide her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and Tyler stood up and whispered in her ear "I guess this is where I give you a reward for being a good sport, 'eh?" Cam placed her hand on his chest and said "I guess so, this is your fantasy Ty, don't short yourself."

Tyler motioned for her to lie down on the floor next to his pillow. She lay down on her stomach and Tyler stood atop her admiring every inch of her well-toned and perfectly shaped body. He finally got down on his knees and began kneading her neck with his talented fingers. Cam let out a soft moan as it became apparent that this wasn't the first massage Tyler had given in his life. Tyler worked on her neck and eventually used his thumbs to relieve some tension in her lower back. After spending at least 10-minutes on her back, he knelt down by her knees and sat Indian style at her feet. One by one, he took the toes of her left foot and massaged the little bones in each toe - while leaning over and taking each one into his mouth and sucking on them. He'd let his tongue slip out and draw circles around the toes while sucking just enough to make each of her toes feel like they were floating in mid air.

Tyler got up on his knees and rubbed down her calf muscles in each leg - continuing up to her knees and eventually to the back of her thighs. He gave her a deep tissue massage in the back of her thighs using the muscles in his forearms to give Cam a solid hard rub releasing lots of tension that had built up in that area over the last month. Finally Ty reached her butt and smiled. Tyler was always "all about a cute butt" - more so than anything other than eyes. The funny thing is that in the 7-months Tyler had known Cam, he was so fascinated with her eyes that he never even took the time to take a glance at her ass. This was the first time he had ever had a chance to admire it and boy was he in awe. "Ghetto Booty" shouted his name as he groped one of her cheeks and used every massage technique imaginable while working each cheek over a 10-minute period. After fully massaging her ass, he leaned down and kissed a bit - sucking a bit of her round flesh into his mouth and tonguing circles around the areas he had just finished massaging. Tyler took good care of worshipping her cute derriere before asking her to turn over one last time.

She rolled over on her back and Tyler climbed atop her unclothed body. He sat right below her pelvic bone and leaned down so his face was just over hers. He took his right hand and fingered her hair while putting his left hand above her right shoulder to keep his balance. Tyler moved his lips to her and delicately kissed her before sliding his tongue through and tenderly exploring her mouth. Tyler kissed her passionately at this point before pulling out and carefully licking her ear. He traced an "S" on her earlobe and continued on to her neck suckling each little ounce of skin while taking a moment to breath in her natural aroma that her skin let off. Tyler was in a trance - her body tasted and smelt like nothing he had ever experimented with before.


He ventured down to her magnificent breasts and lightly kissed the nipples on each one before using his hand to rub one and paying close attention to the other with his tongue. He drew circles around the base of her left mound before inching his way to the top and nibbling every so softly on the rose-colored nub. He nibbled more - teasing it with his tongue, before taking the whole thing between his lips and sucking every so gently - combining this action with a gentle nibble and slight twist of his tongue. Cam began moaning heavily as she tightened her legs around one of his. Her breathing increased threefold and Tyler got the message that there was one last thing that had to be attended too.

Tyler finished caressing her incredibly sensitive breasts and tongued a straight line from her cleavage down over her ribs, below her belly button and stopped on the pelvic bone just above her neatly shaved treasure. Tyler backed up a bit and knelt between her thighs - he took her left one and traced a circle around the inside of her thigh causing Cam to "yelp" in a brief fit of ecstasy. 

Tyler knew his time was running short before Cam's "yelps" became a bit more violent. He lay down on his stomach resting his chin just above her lips and kissed the hair that protected the opening. Finally he took a deep breath, ingesting the most wonderful smell he had ever inhaled in his life. He looked up into her eyes one final time and felt as if he was going to melt. Her eyes were the most enchanting he had ever seen them and he never wanted to wipe that image from his mind. His dream was finally achieved. Tyler closed his eyes, moved her thighs so they could rest on his shoulders, and slipped his tongue inside her labia causing a shock wave to rock her body from head to toe. After Tyler had been teasing her for nearly 20-minutes as it was, Cam was extremely on edge and ready to unleash her powerful orgasm that she had been building up step-by-step. Tyler slurped at her juices and swallowed at every chance he could while reveling in the fact that he was causing her such immense pleasure. Tyler let his tongue investigate every wall of her aching vulva while getting assistance from Cam's hand on the back of his head. Tyler inserted a finger and increased the pressure on her loins until running the top of his tongue across her clit. Ty took his finger out and traced circles on her clit slurping and sucking causing her throbbing love button to convulse wildly. Cam let out a loud moan and tightened her legs around his head. Tyler felt her pussy muscles tighten up on his tongue while he continued licking and sucking her clit as best possible. Cam's body began swaying until she let out a soft cry followed by a loud grunt and let loose. Her body was bucking wildly as she grabbed his head and pulled it into her groin as hard as possible using it as a center of balance. She was having the best orgasm of her life and Tyler was reaping the rewards. This scene repeated itself for nearly 30-seconds as Ty nearly passed out from the lack of oxygen. He couldn't breath but he didn't mind, unconsciously he continued lapping at her juices swallowing as much as possible and licking her insides and outsides clean. Cam was convinced that she must have rattled through at lease 3 orgasms in a minute and a half. Ty served her by slurping every last bit of her cum up while continuing to stimulate her labia until she finally pulled his head out and rolled over onto her side panting in rapid and short breaths.


The Deal



She wanted a divorce. There was no other way for this to end. Isla had asked him for a divorce and he had no clue as to why. He had known this day would come; he just thought he had more time. He needed more time to change her mind. Although he knew that was not going to happen because of the deal, they had made eight months ago. 

They had married for reasons they both knew and neither one of them had to do with love. She had married to gain access to an inheritance. He had married so that she could not testify against him. They had agreed the marriage would last one year, and here it was eight months later and she had asked for a divorce. Why? There was no answer to his question and he did not expect one. 

Michael wanted to hold on to his marriage, but how do you tell that to someone who never wanted to marry in the first place. Had she not needed him to gain early access to her inheritance, she would have never married him. She would be free, and he would not be standing at the window watching her load her things into her car. For a brief moment, their eyes met through the window. Michael let the curtain fall shutting off his view of her. 

Isla had hoped just for brief moment that he would come after her. Hoped he would say he loved her, but he never did. Not once in eight months had he said he loved her. She had sworn to never fall victim to a man and when she realized that she was in love with Michael, she decided it was time to end their marriage. Had he said he loved her, she would have stayed. Had he come after her now, she would not have left. 

It was time to start the next phase of her life and she had to walk this path alone. There was no sister, or parents. There was only one person she could turn to. She had called her grandmother and told her the whole story. Her grandmother had told her to come home, so she left. 

FOUR YEARS LATER

The casket had been lowered long ago, but Isla still sat quietly crying in her chair. Her father sat on one side; her mother on the other. Each of them thinking of how to console their daughter, each one knowing there was nothing they could do. Isla had lost her rock. The one person she could depend on was now lying in a casket six feet below the ground where she sat. How was she going to manage without her grandmother?

Isla Marine D'Amico had been everything to her granddaughter. They had formed a bond early in her granddaughter's life. The bond had nothing to do with the fact that this was the only granddaughter that she had named after her, but it existed because the elder Isla saw something special about her namesake. She saw the fight in her eyes when a challenge was placed before her. The elder Isla often challenged her granddaughter in conversation. When she was younger, they talked about her school days compared to the current school days. As the younger Isla grew older, her grandmother would have her read about politics, entertainment, and financial pages. This had allowed Isla to grow into a well-rounded young woman. They were closer than any two women, from two different generations, could be. Grandma Isla was the one that the younger Isla went to for comfort after she found her sister's lifeless body.

Isla had found her older sister, Taryn, lying on her bed. She looked as if she was sleeping. Isla attempted to wake her up for dinner, but Taryn did not move. Isla began to scream and her grandmother and her father came into the room. Thomas, Isla's father, began CPR when he did not feel a pulse. Her grandmother called the ambulance. They worked on Taryn for what seemed like hours before they gave up. Nothing had worked. Taryn was dead.

Grandma Isla noticed an instant change in her granddaughter. She withdrew from her parents. She did not go out with her friends. She had been interested in a boy and then all of a sudden the boy had disappeared. Isla gave the reason that she lost interest in the boy and that she broke off their relationship. Grandma Isla allowed her to grieve the loss of her sister. She understood loss of this magnitude. She had lost her brother during the depression. He had gotten sick and with little money, the family could not afford appropriate care. Grandma Isla refused to let her only living granddaughter follow in the footsteps of her sister. 

Grandma Isla began to reach out to Isla. She would ask her to accompany her to certain engagements. Isla would meet people, important people. As she grew into womanhood and went off to Columbia University, her grandmother bought an apartment in New York City in order for Isla to have a place to call home. The four years Isla attended Columbia allowed her to come out of her shell. She still would not date, but she did make it a point to have fun. When she graduated her grandmother moved back to Buffalo, but Isla stayed in New York. They spoke by phone everyday.

As she sat, looking at the casket Isla felt a peace come over her. She smiled through her tears then stood calmly with her parents. She threw the orange rose on top of the casket, blew a kiss and walked away. That is when she saw him. 

Michael leaned against a car parked right in front of the limo that was to take the immediate family back to the house on Woodbridge. Isla continued to walk with her parents. She was grateful that Michael had shown up. Her grandmother had always liked him. It made her feel better knowing he had come. She acknowledged him with a smile and a small wave. She felt a flutter in her stomach when he smiled back. 

Isla noticed the swarm of reporters coming towards her at the same time Michael did. They fired questions of her and her parents. They even dared to bring up Taryn's death. They asked questions that only the heartless could ask at a time like this. One reporter asked about her inheritance. Another questioned her role in the death of her grandmother. He even hinted at foul play by stating how ironic it was that she found both of her dead relatives. Michael fought his way through the crowd, took Isla in his arms and led her to his car. Her parents were already in the limo having been separated from Isla. Michael's driver sped away from the cemetery. Michael ordered him to go to Thomas' home. 

"Thanks for the help, cowboy." She smiled slightly. She looked down and noticed their hands were still intertwined. She made no move to release it. 

"Always willing to help a damsel in distress," Michael smiled back. He knew how she was hurting. There was no one closer to Isla than her grandmother was. That is no one, but him. Michael began to caress the hand that was enclosed in his. He knew seeing her would make him remember the love that he felt for her. He knew he could not escape the memories of their brief marriage. 

Isla trembled at the closeness. She could feel is heat and it comforted her. She had grown abnormally quiet. She watched the scenery and the rain began to fall slowly. She sniffled and Michael knew she was crying. 

"Are you ok?"

She nodded and then leaned her head against the cool window. "I'm fine, thanks," Her voice was shaky. Michael could hear the tears in her voice. He knew she had suffered a major loss in her life once again. He also felt her pain. Having lost his parents in an accident when he was young, and being raised by his grandparents, he understood her loss. Michael continued to hold her hand. Even through her pain, she could still feel the electricity of his touch. She allowed him to hold her hand, wishing she could draw strength from him. They rode to her father's house in silence. 

At her father's house, Isla bypassed the crowd and went out into the rose garden. She and her grandmother had often sat in the gazebo and talked. She sat here now and cried. She was so deep in her own grief she did not hear anyone approach. She felt his strong arms embrace her from behind. "Michael," his name escaped her lips in a whisper.

"Go ahead and cry. I know it hurts." Michael continued to hold her as she leaned back into him and continued to cry. He caressed her arms as she stood away from him. He pulled her back into his embrace with her face buried in his chest. Michael rubbed her back and allowed her to continue to cry until they heard an energetic small voice break through the silence.

"Mommy!" the ball of energy came running toward Isla. Michael stepped back and watched the interaction between the two. He could not help but notice how much the little girl looked like Isla. Then it dawned on him that she had called her "mommy".

"Hi, pumpkin," Isla said as she tried to smile through her tears. Then she noticed the woman who came up behind her daughter. "Hey, Carm."

"Hi." Carmen her friend since childhood looked up at Michael. "I knew you would show up." She smiled

Michael returned her smile and then turned his attention toward the little girl in Isla's arms. "And who is this little beauty?"

A look transpired between Isla and Carmen. Isla turned the little girl so that she was facing Michael. "This little beauty is your daughter, Ryan."

Michael was stunned into silence. The sucker punch he had just received was nothing compared to the anger that rose up within him once the meaning of Isla's words formed in his head. He stared at Isla in unbelieving silence. Suddenly reality came back to him and he focused his attention on the little beauty in Isla arms. Michael lifted the little girl into his arms and tears threatened to spill over is eyelids. She called him, "daddy." That single word was his undoing. 

Carmen excused herself. Isla stood watching Michael as he talked to his daughter, getting to know her. She was three. He learned that she liked princesses and fairies, and that her new interest was racecars every since her mommy took her to see the movie Cars. Michael listened as she told him how she liked to eat raw carrots and have movie nights with her mommy. He was amazed at how comfortable Ryan was with him, since they had just met. He looked over at Isla, as if to ask her the question. She only looked at him nervously. "I'm going to get a snack for her. I will be right back."

Isla's exit left Michael alone with his daughter. His daughter. Those two words set off a sea of emotions inside him. Michael watched as she wiggled off his lap and chased after three butterflies. Ryan was laughing and giggling as she ran through the yard chasing the butterflies when Isla returned. "We have to talk. I know today is not the right time, but we have to make time." Isla sensed Michael's anger as he spoke to her in a low tone. 

"I agree. We do need to talk. We can meet tomorrow while Ryan is in school." 

"Agreed," Michael, said as Ryan made her way back over to where they sat. "We can have lunch in my office unless you want to meet some place else."

"Your office is fine."

That night after Isla had put Ryan to bed; she sat on the window seat in her room and cried. The loss of her grandmother was just too much for her to bear. Her phone rang. The caller id showed the caller was Carmen. Isla answered immediately.

"I knew you would be up crying. Do you need me to come over?" 

"Will Calvin, mind you sleeping over?"

"No. He half expected me to anyway. I will be over in a few minutes."

When Carmen arrived she put, her things in the guest room and then went to the kitchen and fixed them both big bowls of coffee ice cream and crushed up chocolate chip cookies to mix in it. "Let's eat."

Isla smiled for the first time in hours. The two women sat on opposite sides of the couch sharing a blanket and eating their ice cream in silence. Isla broke the silence by telling Carmen about her lunch date with Michael the next day.

"Are you nervous?"

"Have you met me? I have never been nervous in my life." Isla readjusted her position on the couch. "I moved back here so that I could tell Michael about Ryan. I didn't expect him to show up at Grandmother's funeral, but since he did and Ryan came in screaming "mommy" I had no choice but to tell him. I've never lied to him and I am not going to start now."

"So you will be open to whatever visitation?"

"Sure. I wasn't going to tell Michael about Ryan and we both know that. But, since she began asking about him, I felt I owed it to my daughter to give her what she was missing."

"What about what you're missing, Issy?"

Isla was quiet for a few moments. "I'm not missing anything." Her voice was sad. Carmen knew better than anyone how much Taryn's suicide had changed Isla. For some unknown reason, Isla had shut down her emotions toward anyone except her grandmother until the day she gave birth to Ryan. The love she expressed to her daughter was something Carmen had not seen before between parent and child. 

Carmen watched as Isla put her long curly hair into a sloppy ponytail. "Isla, don't think I don't know you are in love with Michael. I saw you in his arms yesterday. I know you wanted to stay married to him four years ago, so do not try to play me."

"Carm, I am here so Ryan can bond with her father. There will be no reconciliation. There will be no Mr. and Mrs. I am here for that and I know Michael doesn't want it."

"Is that what you tell yourself so that you don't fall for him again? Answer this if you have no feelings for Mike, then why did you stay away so long?"

"Carm, lets drop this and go to bed."

"Fine, we'll go to sleep but I will be here when you get back from that lunch tomorrow and you will tell me what happened."

"I don't mind wasting your time, Carmen Love."

Carmen laughed when Isla included her middle name the way Carmen's grandfather used to when they were younger.

Isla showed up at Michael's office wearing a pair of tan shorts and a white sleeveless wrap top. On her feet was a pair of extremely high wedge sandals. "Hello, I'm-" She was cut off.

"I know who you are Isla," the older woman said.

It took Isla a moment to remember Miss Betty, but she did and she smiled. The older woman had always been nice to her when she came by to visit Michael. "Miss Betty, how have you been?" Isla embraced the older woman.

"I'm good. How are you holding up? I heard about your grandmother. She was always so nice when she came to see Mickey." Isla smiled she had forgotten that the older woman had called Michael, Mickey.

"Thank you, Miss Betty is the living terror inside?"

"Yes, sweetie go right in."

Isla entered Michael's office. It was different from before. Not only was he in a different location, but instead of the navy blue and gray that he had draped his office in before it as now all cream and browns. It was a warm setting. She liked it. It looked like something she would have done herself. As she thought about it, it was her design. Her grandmother had told her she was redecorating her office in this same building and she had used some of the design, she had not used it all, now Isla knew why. She wanted Isla to design it for Michael. She smiled. Her grandmother had always wanted her to stay with Michael, but understood why she felt she could not. 

"Hello." Her smile was bright.

"Hello to you. Have a seat." Isla took the seat in the comfortable chair on one side of the coffee table and Michael sat in the other facing her. "I had Miss Betty order us some lunch."

"Thanks, I'm starving." Michael laughed lightly. He always did like the fact that she was not afraid to eat. Most women would just order a salad. Isla would have salad, soup, and a sandwich. 

While Michael went about setting out the food, Isla watched him. He was as handsome as he had always been. His cologne was doing a number on her senses. She watched as he lay everything in front her. "Mustard right?"

Isla smiled and nodded. She crossed her legs and it caught Michael's attention. His gazed traveled the length of her legs and he was mesmerized. She was still sexier than any woman had a right to be. He remembered holding her in his arms yesterday. She smelled sweet, just as she did now. He wanted to touch her, but the thought of her giving birth to his child and not informing him burned up all the lust he harbored for her. 

Michael sat back and began to eat. Isla only looked at the food in front of her. He remembered she could never eat if something was on her mind. "What do you have to say?" 

"I apologize for not telling you about Ryan."

"Why did you name her after me?"

"I was beginning to think you didn't notice that your daughter had your middle

name as her first name." She took a sip of her drink. "I knew one day that I would have to tell you about her. Unbelievably she knows all about you. I never discouraged her from asking about you. Whenever she has a question, I answer it. If she asks to see your picture, I show it to her."

"That explains why she was so comfortable with me yesterday."

"I promised Grandmother that I would tell you about her. I have been back in town a month. I had to get set up in residence and get Ryan in a preschool that I felt comfortable with before I could fit you into our world." Michael stood to attention. "I don't mean anything by that statement. It came out wrong. I know it is my fault that you don't know your daughter. I take full blame for that. I want you to know her. I want you to know that I am open to whatever visitation you want." Isla placed her sandwich back on the plate in front of her. Michael still had not said anything. Isla stood. "Thanks for lunch. I have to get going. I will be gone for a couple of weeks. I am going to close up the apartment in Manhattan. I also have to meet with a few clients."

"Can we have dinner together tonight?" His request was almost whispered. Isla could not deny him seeing Ryan before they left for two weeks. 

"Sure. Come by my place tonight around six. Ryan is in bed by 8:30. We are having her new favorite, pizza and wings." Isla smiled. 

"I'll be there." They both stood to walk towards the office door. Isla turned around abruptly and ran right into Michael's chest. Michael grabbed her around her waist to steady her on her heels. They both froze. Isla stuttered over her words. Michael's gaze was fixed on her mouth. She licked her lips lightly and the sight of her tongue was his undoing. His lips were upon hers before she could blink. 

A kiss that started unsure and surged quickly into something they both wanted. Michael held her tight. Isla molded her body into his and he held on to her. He ran his hands through the silky strands of her hair causing the loose knot to fall in waves to the middle of her back. He could feel her breast as they pushed against his chest and he moved his hands to cup them and began to softly massage the tips. Isla's body was on fire. 

Truth be told she had not been touched like this in four years. Not one date had she been on. Not one touch from a lover. Michael had made her immune to all other men. He had branded her his on their wedding night, and by the way she responded to him, he knew she was still his. The need for air caused them to stop kissing, but he left his hands tangled in her hair. His face lingered several inches above hers. Isla wanted to step away from him, but she could not move. She looked down to avoid him seeing the emotions that she knew she could never hide. His thumb brushed lightly against her cheek. "I'll see you tonight at six." Isla only nodded. She attempted to put her hair back into its knot, but her hands shook so bad that it was a sloppy attempt at best. 

With the taste of Michael still on her lips, Isla returned home she saw the letter from her grandmother's attorney sitting on the table. She groaned when she read that the reading of the will would take place in two weeks. Isla just folded the letter and placed it in her file cabinet. She would confirm with the attorney tomorrow. Right now, she needed to get her daughter ready to have dinner with her father.



The Deal



J

I had no real idea of what lay ahead but I knew it was going to be something exacting. Andrew was alone at home, and he told me to be ready for him at 7.00pm when he would pick me up.

I saw the headlights of his car light up the wall. He was here. I picked up my overnight bag and dashed to the door, realising at the last minute that I still had my knickers on. I quickly took them off and buttoned up my jeans again. 

The last time I had forgotten that rule he'd hit me so hard with his belt I was still sitting uncomfortably at work two days later...

A

She came running out of the door and towards the car. I quickly pulled her back into the house and forced her to her knees, pushing my already erect cock into her open, willing mouth, and fucked her face for several minutes. After she had swallowed all of my cum, I told her to stand, and take all her clothes off. 

I lifted her up and carried her to the car, strapped her in tightly with the seat belt, and put a blindfold over her eyes. She knew better than to speak, but I could see she was anxious. I knew this was a risk, but I wanted to push her boundaries tonight, to see if I could finally push her somewhere where she lost control and could no longer cope with the challenge. It hadn't happened yet, and this made me alternately pleased, angry, determined, and certain that we would reach a point of no return at some stage.

The roads were quiet. My fingers were inside her almost all the way. She would have expected no less.

I backed into my drive and opened the garage door, and unbuckled her seat belt. It had made delicious red marks on her breast and tummy and arms. It looked like I'd already had her tied up tight.

But there would be no bondage tonight. It would be all about using her, fucking her, making her a cock-hungry, sperm-drenched slut.

I carried her through the garage through the garden, into the conservatory and then into the dining room, where I finally let her stand. She looked so vulnerable and helpless, standing naked on the polished floorboards. Blindfolded, open, and waiting. 

I spent an age circling her, inspecting her, pinching her, stroking her, almost making her come at one stage. The heating was off. It was cold. Her nipples were erect; there were goose pimples on her skin, from the cold, or from excitement- or from fear?  

J

I stood there waiting, while he probed me, putting his hand on my pussy, fingers entering, exploring, insistent, and urgent. 

I struggled to stand. I was so excited and turned on. The only time he spoke was to say the same thing, over and over again. 'Wider'. And I accommodated his demands, spreading my legs wider and wider for him, allowing his fingers to invade me deeper and further.

Suddenly his fingers left me, replaced by a tongue. Insistent. Delicious. Never-ending. He was always so good at this. No matter how hard he punished me, I always came back for more. For this. 

I kept spreading my legs wider and wider, opening myself up more and more for him, wanted him to devour me with his tongue. Fuck, I wanted this. I came so quickly it surprised me, a short, sharp sensation, almost knocking me down. My knees buckled and I gasped out loud. The tongue stopped. I shivered with the aftershocks of my orgasm, momentarily lost in my own thoughts. Then I heard footsteps. I think he'd gone out.

A

I wanted her to come. I loved giving her pleasure. But I loved hurting her too, loved the look of surprise and shock on her face, loved the power I held over her. She knew what was coming. I went out to the garage. I found my wife's riding crop, and hunting around for some other stuff -- in the end settling for a bamboo cane that I'd used to tie tomato plants to this summer. But would be put to a different use tonight.

She had composed herself again. She was standing stock still, trembling slightly, fearful about what was coming next.

The riding crop made her whimper slightly, and left some nice red marks on her ass and upper thighs. I was hurting her, but she was wriggling around so much, her legs now tight together, trying to make herself come again. 

The cane was a different matter. It made a whooshing sound as it travelled through the air, and a ear-splitting crack as it landed on soft flesh. She screamed. She struggled to stand, and rubbed her ass furiously. But she didn't tell me to stop. Part of me hated to hurt her, another part of me wanted to carry on, I knew which part would win. It turned me on just too much.

J

'One more' he told me. Christ, one was one too many. Two? Shit, I though to myself, when suddenly stars exploded across my eyes, as the cane crashed home again. I almost fell, and started sobbing. Fuck, this was harder than ever before. I felt so used, so dirty, so ready to submit to anything that he wanted to do to me, that I just wanted him to carry on beating me, to fuck me like a whore, use me, break me, and turn me into his cum-drenched slut. I almost freaked out at that point, and nearly used the safe word.

But I knew what was coming next -that delicious, insistent tongue - licking, healing, comforting. Wonderful pain replaced by wondrous pleasure. I struggled to stay still as waves of pleasure burst through me, and left me shaking and sobbing, wondering how I'd got to this point, blindfolded and naked, trembling with desire.

Then an ice cube was placed onto the marks on my ass, soothing the pain, like cold anaesthetic. And the ice cube was pushed a little into my ass, and then finally into my pussy, where it melted quickly, water dribbling down my thighs like cum. And soon replaced by a cock, pushing urgently into my open, wet hole. Fucking me senseless. Splitting me in half, and filling me completely. I struggled to stand, so he took me over to the fireplace and rested my hands onto the mantelpiece. I was bent at the waist, head down, ready to take another pummelling, and his cock went at me even harder and faster. I felt hands on my breasts, rough hands, pulling my nipples, kneading my breasts. His cock was splitting me in two. He came in never-ending bursts, deeply inside of me, fucking me furiously until the need to fuck was sated.

A

I led her back to the centre of the room. I slapped her bottom lightly with my hand, telling her what a good little cum-slut she was, what a good little fuck-toy, my fucking little cum-slut. I knew she liked it when I said these things. It stripped away all veneer of civility. Reduced us to two people who just wanted to fuck.

Her ass was reddening up from my hand. Two nasty red marks were showing where the cane had crashed into her soft, beautiful ass cheeks. I thought back to a time over two years or so ago, when she sat at a desk at work, wearing a white skirt and with her little knickers visible underneath. 

I was sure she caught me looking that day. 

Now that bottom was mine to do whatever I chose to do to it. I pulled her ass open, put my finger in her mouth for her to suck, then, when wet, put the finger into the entrance of her ass, pushing a little way in, testing her limits once again. 

J

The finger in my ass felt weird, and very, very dirty. He'd told me how he would prepare me for it, taking an age to get me open and oiled, and relaxed enough to take it. He said it would hurt unless I completely relaxed. I couldn't imagine his thick, heavy cock entering me, when even his finger felt painful.

But all of a sudden, he was after my pussy again, slipping into me from behind, as I knew he liked to do fucking me lazily, hands all over my breasts. He fucked me slowly at first, and then built up the pace, ripping into me, strong legs thrusting powerfully upwards towards me, cock like a piston inside of me.

We came together this time, and before I'd even recovered, I was on all fours on the floor, some cushions placed under my knees to stop them getting hurt on the floor. And then, once again, a hard, thick cock was pushing into my wide-open pussy, slamming into me. I was struggling to maintain my position on the floor; his weight was on top of me, his hips grinding down onto my ass, his cock angled so that it drove right into the deepest parts of me. Hands pulled on my hair my head yanked back. I wanted to be treated this roughly, to be abused and used like a whore -- it made me feel so dirty, and so completely fulfilled.

After he has burst inside of me for the third time that night, I was lifted up onto my feet again, and stood shaking, blindfolded, and utterly, utterly used.

A

She was an amazing sight. Her breasts were red and lightly bruised by insistent fingers, her nipples swollen. Her ass was marked, her thighs too. From the front, I could see sperm leaking out of her, down her thighs, sticking to her. In some places it had dried quite hard. I put my fingers inside her and pulled out more sperm, and spread it onto her tummy and breasts. I kissed her nipples, pulling on them with my teeth, hurting them, listening to her whimpering, as her hands went between her legs as she tried to make herself come again.

I took some photos. 

I took off her blindfold.

J

The blindfold came off. He was standing in front of me, cock erect, eyes glazed with lust. He came towards me and pushed his cock back inside me, and looked down at me as he fucked me, as I stood on my tiptoes to allow him to enter me fully. He brought his mouth to my ears and started calling me a slut, a cunt, his bitch, his whore, his little fuck-toy. I knew I was all these things, and more, as he pumped his sperm inside of me. I vaguely recall footsteps behind me, or maybe next door, and a door closing. I was confused. But my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a massive orgasm ripping through me, like a jolt of electricity surging through my system. 

K

I left just before A came for the second time. I couldn't believe how incredible she looked. I couldn't believe how much cock she had taken, two big cocks permanently ready for her, eager to fill her totally, over and over again. I was so proud of her. I couldn't wait to tell her. I wasn't even sure she would believe me. A had told me just how well she coped with any challenge put in front of her. I was already dreaming of what challenges we would present for her in the future.

Wondering what she'd look like on all fours, my cock in her mouth and A's cock buried deep in her ass.



The Deal



She had rehearsed this or had at least tried to. The question was whether or not she could convince a devoted father and presumably faithful husband to engage in an affair. She now knew her own husband was an arrogant ass who possessed her. In the man in front of her she found the man she hoped her husband could be on the inside and was not. In the man in front she had found a way to see the inner beauty. To be fair, Hale possessed handsome features and the large frame of a former athlete covered in over one hundred extra pounds. 

"Are you serious?" Hale couldn't believe his ears. 

"Serious enough to not want to say it again. At least not here." Jen looked around to make sure no one had heard. Part of her wanted to take it back, but it was out there now and she needed to hear a response.

"Let's take a walk into the foyer." They were in the group fitness area of the gym she trained at and had convinced Hale to join. Jen had met Hale several months ago in the parent area of the martial arts center their children attended and found new reasons to like him every day. She hadn't realized she felt an attraction to him until very recently and her tendency to swoop in and solve the problems of others was taking center stage. To look at the two of them as an item would be interesting indeed as Jen was the image of physical beauty and Hale was in need of some serious work. 

"I'm sorry if I offended you." She began to back pedal as they reached the lobby.

"Stop right there. I've got something to say about this, but first I have to understand why you would want to. Yes, I need help, yes you are a personal trainer and are in fantastic shape and if I may add that I do find you to be beautiful - now might be the appropriate time to mention it. But why? Why me? We are both married."

"Because we need each other at this moment. How many times have you told me about how often you fail to go to the gym? I thought a little incentive might help. I see you as a great man and dad, you seem to be a great husband too, but I don't want to hurt your marriage, I want to help it. This would just be reward sex, no emotions for you and no strings for you."

"You are crazy. What can you really see in me?" Hale could be effortlessly self-effacing, but also really approaching the danger zone of low self esteem. 

Jen was feeling as though she had made a critical mistake. She signed and began to explain in a defeated voice: "You are one of the few men I've ever met that seems to respect me for more than my face and tits. It seems weird. I married the wrong man, that is my fault and I have no right to project his on you. I need you more than you need me and I just hoped you might find me attractive enough to take a chance. I don't know maybe I hoped this would give you enough incentive to take you to the level you need to get to in your life. Are you satisfied? If not I can help. The reward is for both of us."

Jen was overwhelmingly honest. She had never really expected him to say yes, but was at a desperate point. She now feared she may have lost this chance and everything with it. Her job, her marriage, her friend Hale. 

She watched as Hale wrestled with the concept. He was covered in sweat from the workout she had put him through. She had honestly hoped he would not have done this well on the first day, so she could use it as more incentive. He had the inner strength to do this by himself, but he just didn't realize it yet. Finally he slumped his shoulders and looked at her again. "What was the offer again? I just need to hear it again."

Hope returned briefly, maybe she had him. "You work with me for one year. As an incentive to losing weight and staying on track, I'll give you a blow job for every ten pounds you lose. Every time you lose ten, I suck you off. If you lose one hundred pounds, I'll let you choose what we do until we decide not to do it anymore."

He seemed to be wavering. "Look, Hale, I've really only got one incentive here. I don't want a relationship that goes too deep. Call it what you want, friends with benefits, whatever. Even though he is an ass, I'm not leaving my husband and kids. I live a great life and this can spice it up for me and I want you to succeed. Yes or no, you decide, but do it because it is what you want to do. Let me know when you decide." 

When Jen turned on her heel and went back into the gym, Hale looked like a lost puppy. A big, lost, helpless puppy. He followed her into the gym, but only watched her from a distance and then escaped from her view and into the men's locker room. Emerging several minutes later and freshly showered he beckoned her over to the shake bar and looked as if he had made a decision. For several moments Jen believed that his answer was going to be no, that his marriage vows had won out and that he would reject her advances.

"Any luck Champ?" she quizzed. Jen was aware of the presence of others and wanted them to think this was just another conversation between a trainer and her client. 

"I think so," he began slowly. "Hey, any chance we could discuss it in the back room? My back needs adjusting and you cracked it before." This was code for Hale wanted to talk to her in private.

"Sure." She nodded to the blank eyes of the girl making health shakes. "Alyssia, I'll in the back for a few, if my next appointment comes early, tell her I'll be right out." With that she led Hale in back, ready to hear his rejection. Rather than being offended, she actually found herself more endeared and started to say so when Hale stopped her.

He entered the treatment room and hopped up on the table and lay on his stomach as he began to speak. "Look Jen, I really can't tell you how much I appreciate the sentiment and the offer, and I acknowledge that I really need help. Sorry if I flaked out, but I just needed a minute. My answer is yes."

"Oh!" Jen was happy and confused at the same time. "Oh, well, wow! That is great." With this she moved in and hugged the object of her offer. 

"You're the hot girl offering sex for physical progress and you're hugging me? This is one hell of a strange offer and I almost did say no, until I thought of what you said."

"What part?" she asked as she began working his shoulders and back to attempt some amateur chiropractic pressure.

"The part about your tits." Hale smiled. "I do respect you as a person. You are smart and sexy and what you said struck a chord."

"In what way?" 

"Well, I couldn't get a certain image out of my head...so to speak of your face and tits. They are phenomenal by the way! But that image is crowding out my better thinking and this might just work and I really need it. In the long run, if I am happier and healthier...."

"....then this might really work for both of us." She finished his sentence with a nod and a laugh at his appreciative comment.

"One question Jen." Hale asked. "Um...what type of payment will this be......"

Unfazed and amused, Jen cut off his question. "Hale, I can't take money for this. The gym won't know how I'm billing you for the training. As for the other angle, well, let's just say I'm deriving a mutual benefit." She didn't know if that satisfied him as he looked ready with another question.

"Okay, um one more thing and I'm a bit embarrassed to ask, but...."

"Just ask Hale."

"How would you feel about an advance, er, treatment?"

It was more the way he asked then that fact that he asked, but it tickled Jen. She turned him over and noticed a pronounced bulge in his pants. A bit shocked and finding the humor of the moment she laughed and stepped slightly into the hallway before stepping back in and closing the door.

"We aren't going to have much time, but that might not be a problem today right?"

She quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled them down with his boxers to just above his knees. His quickly rising cock sprung out. Hale was a bit larger than average size in every way she thought to herself. 

"I went into the locker room as confused as ever, but couldn't avoid thinking about this." Hale whispered as his breathing began to quicken in excitement. 

Jen approached his face and removed her top revealing an eye opening pair of breasts. She kissed him quickly on the lips and grabbed his cock with her right hand. 

"Hale, rest assured that I do want this too. Put away any reservations about being heavy." She moved her hand up and down on his hardness.

"I am going to suck your cock." Jen lowered her lips to his cock head and licked him, enjoying his taste and his sharp intake of air.

"I am going to suck you until you cum." She raised his shaft and plunged her mouth over him.

"I am going to swallow your cum." She repeated her actions with a slow motion, flicking her tongue on the tender under side of his cock head, tasting the pre cum.

"Then I am going to kick your ass in the gym for the next year!" She slid up and down his shaft twenty times over the next minute.

"And I am going to let you fuck me wild after you reach your goal." 

She licked his balls and went to a fast tongue bath on his cock head again.

This last bit was too much and Hale's whole body stiffened.

Realizing she had pushed him over the edge, Jen moved him fully back into her mouth just as he came. The first pulse hit her square in the nose as she reached him and she received four more jets of cum in her mouth. She swallowed as promised and wiped the rest of his juices off with her fingers and licked them clean.

Wide eyed, breathing heavy and thoroughly happy with his decision, Hale could not resist her when she kissed him again, tasting his cum in her mouth and staying hard as she swirled his taste around their mouths with her tongue. 

Jen offered a small giggle at his expression and grabbed her shirt and redressed as he did the same. Quickly assembled, the opened the door and exited the room. Jen returned to her outwardly professional demeanor as the rounded the corridor to the front and in a voice louder than needed announced: "Alright Hale, see you tomorrow! Get ready for an ass kicking, because tomorrow we are going to work on some strength and endurance!"

So began the deal.



The Deal



She listened as he questioned her, but her mind seemed to drift over his whole body at once. Being a Real Estate Agent, you can tell me what's best for me then, can't you? She nodded in answer to his question. He tilted his head looking intently into her eyes that held his attention. I thought it was your job to determine my needs for me. Instead of making me do all the work. Seeing the puzzled frown on her face, he said, " I mean, you're Good, right?" Or was I wrong in my assumption of you after we spoke on the phone for the two weeks before meeting in this two story home.

Lauren stayed quiet and just listened to him rant over stuff he already did except, this time it was in person. She took a deep breath waiting to see were all of this was going. If it was not for her attraction to this man, she would have walked out on him a good while ago. 

She shrugged and leaned against the wall. She got wide eyed when he came out with. I do need substance, actually.. to go on.. 

You need a smooth surface as well as tight fittings. he looked at her, yes very tight fittings. Smooth and sleek to the touch. Those words from him caused her insides to clench with erotic desire. 

She moved over to the door placing a key in it to open the room. she pushed into the room, turning on the lights to show him. She looked over all manner of hooks and knobs on the padded walls. I believe I might make excellent use... I mean... is there anything else you have to show me? she shook her head no. I'd like to go back to the bathroom for a moment. You mentioned those jets, I need to run my fingers over them.

They moved back to the bathroom. She watched as his fingers instinctively played at the entrance of the jet stream. He rolled his fingertips almost into the hole there still discussing.

Have you ever been punished for not closing a deal on a house? soft laughter filled the air.

She shook on the inside from his laughter. He stared at her, temperature is quite...perfect. Well now, I've gone and done it. I have gotten myself all dripping wet. 

She said, believe me, if you screw me on this house, you may find yourself back in that padded room. Smiling, If I get screwed on this deal. I will take extreme delight in being your inquisitor. Those words hit hard in her belly almost doubling her over with them.

Ahem.. yes well, I didn't bring a change of clothes.

All I am saying is this. I can dry your clothes, reaching around in a closet she pulls out a mans robe. You can wear this. Let's just say, that the terry cloth belt would not be sufficient at keeping the robe from parting.. And for this tour, you actually still have a Dominate in your home?. No one is in this home but me. She gave a small smile. 

He looked at her grinned saying I do want to own, the catch is you come with the property. If I am going to own something, I will own it all. After all, I know all of the inner secrets. She studied him under her lashes. He added to those words, you can't possible leave or prevent me from taking what I want. well, not yet, but I'm sure full disclosure will come to me in time. We also need to put several rooms to use since I detect a distinct newness to them. I find that quite unacceptable. I want to have that lived in feeling. Nothing should be meant purely for display.

Everything should be, should we say used. he grinned you will have to fully disclose to me legally that you are not used, once I signed the contract.

she answered in a breathless voice, Yes, I do know.

Well, of course you wouldn't be, or I would not be here. He looked her over top to bottom, eying the property, I wouldn't know a thing about watching you at all. He gives a sly laugh.

She blushes bright red, knowing he has watched her. She has seen him in quit a few places where she has been. 

His eyes fixated on her again, making her squirm. Since I am sure you wouldn't want to be exposed for false advertising. It is your job to make sure I get exactly what I want and need. I am looking at what I want. So, you will give me everything? He said, as he moved directly in front of her nose to nose. We can start by moving you into My home, since you and it belong to me now.

He leaned over her to grab the contract off the counter behind her and signed. This legally binds me to own half of what I want along with a signed affidavit for you to personally explain all features to me directly. Once we agree to that, all that is left is consummating ownership of you. She was so breathless listening to his words and feeling his breath wash over her face. The tingles have not stopped since he stepped nose to nose with her. All she could do was blink and look at him, knowing this is exactly what she had been wanting to happen since she first spoke to him on the phone.

She said, Yes so, you are signing over power of attorney to me? Yes, and I want it notarized as well. In Which, will leave the consummation. That does require me to populate the bedroom with my master bed. My bed has a very sturdy headboard with amenities that I require. Everything here is mine. Everything else I can get rid of since you have me amply covered in every area. I do admire your ability to wear stilettos and navigate the stairs. She smiled, as he commented you're quite flexible and agile in those.

He had moved to stand directly in front of her again. I want you to be displayed in proper attire for my viewing pleasure. He places his fingers under her chin. Turn around and bend over, I need to check out your curvature. She blushed crimson red as she turned to expose her behind to his eyes. 

He looks her over as his hands instinctively move over her curved ass cheeks rubbing. Very nice and firm. She gasped feeling his hands squeeze her cheeks. He admired her legs and the way the heels extended her legs further. He smacked her ass hard. She cried out whimpering. Now, we need to have you in a collar and a leash.

They hear the door bell ring and he tells her, up the stairs you go. He smacked her ass hard as she turned. He stared intently as she walked away. She grinned and wiggling her ass making her way to the stairs with his chuckles following at her antics. Lee answered the intercom telling the movers the house is not yet ready but stay on standby. It will not be long before it is ready. 

Lee made his way slowly up the stairs to the bedroom. He adjusted himself to fit more comfortably in his jeans. He smiled when he found her standing in the middle of the room with a choker in her hand with nothing but her bra and panties on. He kept her standing there as he circled around her slowly. She shivered as he walked around her. Lauren had wondered how quickly he would come to her. She was excited and anxious to have him claim her as he did the house today. The words they spoke back and forth excited her beyond belief. 

He leaned in and whispered to her hold your hair up. she pulled her hands up as he took the choker from her when she placed her hands up under her hair pulling it up off her neck. keep that hair up girl, he told her as he placed the choker around her neck. She moaned at the feel of protection encircled her neck. He placed his finger under neath the choker to make sure it was not too tight, but comfortable enough for her. 

She cried out when he smacked her. Hands up girl wrists touching. Now, he reached into his back pocket of his jeans having palmed a set of cuffs from the dungeon earlier. He counted out the links from her wrists to the ceiling and applies a sturdy silver chain locking her to the ceiling. she watches him walk out of the room, she struggles some against the cuffs but only accomplished in bruising her wrists as she did so. She wiggled her hips, trying to touch her thighs together to relieve the pressure that has been building within her. Groaning unable to release she stops and waits.

He runs off to the dungeon looking among the furniture and toys, taking painfully slow on purpose. He calls the movers and let's them know they can return now and begin installing the bedroom. He finishes, smiling as he turns running back up the stairs with a stool in his hand and he has something else as well. She hears the door downstairs open and shudders noticing that he left the upstairs room door open and she can't reach it to close it.

She tilts her head to the side as much as she could, listening to the footsteps on the stairs. She gasps as she hears the movers moving heavy items. The voices become louder as one nearly slips the heavy headboard he's holding a mere foot from the door. She wanted to hide, but before she could express any fear, she sees Lee grinning and looking right at her. He snuck ahead of the movers, encouraging them to continue as he inches his way through the doorway, shutting it behind him just in time to preserve her secrecy. She hears him tell the movers to take it all to the bedroom. The one he will be using. 

He makes his way through the connecting bathroom, slamming the door behind him as their voices soon become muffled. He positions the leather topped bar stool behind her. He momentarily kneels in front of her. He rolls her panties down slowly, caressing her legs as he does being careful not to touch the floor as he makes her step out of them.

He inspects her clean shaven womanhood to make sure there is not the slightest stubble. He smiles Good girl, Nice and perfect. She blushes, as he lightly rubs his fingers over her.

Now, he turns her in the direction of the cameras that he noticed where in place in the dungeon. He moves back behind her positioning the stool. He swats her ass and with two fingers, he slides them between her fine curvature testing for wetness just as he did with the jets. The muffled voices of the movers in the hallway going back and forth, mere feet from the door, oblivious to what is going on inside the room. 

Lee positions her legs for her to step up onto the stool. He assists her for balance as she straddles the stool her feet on the legs for support as well. He bellows out no, do not sit on the edge of the stool. Mount the thick hard toy on it. I have chosen a slightly uncomfortable height for you. It is a bigger toy and is higher up than you would expect. She grunted and groaned struggling to get atop the dildo. He holds the dildo firmly as she mounts it. He said to her, " all the way down now." she felt her wrists were on fire from being so red from the cuffs and all the movement. She sits completely still enjoying the feel of the dildo deep inside not wanting to move to take that feeling from herself. 

He gets behind her positioning the stool with her mounted on it now to have the camera zoom in directly between her legs. He then moves back to the side where the console is located and engages the camera. The motion sensor lights going off properly. The bright spotlight centered on her nearly naked body. She felt as if the sun was shining directly on her pussy. It was bright and she felt such heat from it, it caused her juices to drip down on the dildo inside of her. She moaned and wanted to move so bad, almost crying out begging and pleading to move, but not wanting to upset the moment. She squirmed instead on the stool.

He moved out of the room to where he could talk to her from another area over the intercom , as he watched through the eye of the camera. He could see her juices pooling on the stool.

Show me what's in store for my cock when they finish assembling our bed, Remember the camera is on you now. Is that all? Show me how you love to ride cock, show me the enthusiasm you will use on consummating the closing. He checks to see if the sounds were emanating to the movers out in the hall. With them not knowing a woman was in that closed door, fucking the hell out of a dildo. Buzzing her, Don't you dare cum. She groans, with tears flowing down her cheeks.

She is needing to cum so bad. She has sweat dripping off of her and the heat was causing her legs to sweat and slip on the stool, causing her to cry out when she feels like she will slide off. I will be right back, I am going to go out and talk with the movers and leave the camera rolling. He was doing it specifically trying to see if he can hear any moans or cries outside.

He has to pay really close attention to find them underneath the muffled sounds. One would hear it if one knows exactly what to look for. He hears it and maintains a sly grin. Knowing the camera is rolling and it will catch any missteps on her part even in his absence. He waits for a moment when the movers are not in the hall and could not see her as he quickly opens the door slipping in and shutting the door. He inches in behind her, watching her ride that dildo, taking it in so deeply. He curls his hands on her ass cheeks as she continues her movements crying out the more her body becomes inflamed with pleasure. That's a good girl, how badly do you want to fuck that hard cock, even with the hired help in the very next room oblivious to the fact of what you are doing. 

She could not answer, she was in her subspace and nothing was coming through other than the feel of the dildo in between her thighs deep inside of her. She feels the movement of his fingers as they circle her tight ass cheek. He administers a sharp slap. The camera will see all. He grabs a fistful of her hair pulling her head back. Don't you dare cum. Do you understand me? She cries out yes. He let's her hair go and places his hands back on her cheeks. He parts them watching her ride that glistening dildo. He presses his middle finger between her cheeks asking, Who do you belong to now? he curls the fingertip in ever so slightly when she answers him and then inserting it into her ass just a wee bit more to challenge her. 

He challenges her begging. Do not cum despite the double penetration. He inserts his finger even deeper than before. His other hand moved to her thigh pushing her down harder on the dildo. He speeds her pace. Do you want the movers to hear you? She gasps out no, Master. He moves his hand and slaps her thigh. Need to cum or want to cum? Are you being selfish? Wanting to cum before our bed is made? No, Not at all Master. That's a better answer.

He takes his hand off her thigh to tease her clit. She cries out from the shock of him playing with her clit, almost sending her over the edge. His finger rolls and flicks the tip while she continues to move on the dildo. His other finger still inside of her ass as he whispers,Will you have nothing left for me? You look spent? Oh and what is your best? Can you be used all night without being permitted to cum? Maybe I should watch you fuck yourself with that dildo.. and see how long you can last before begging me to make them leave once the bed is in place or should I show them your little tape before they go? They would not want to see a woman in her natural element. Maybe I should have you doing a new job. Anyway, you have been good up til now. I'll spare that punishment. 

He quickly removes the stool from underneath her to hear her screams as he does so. He leaves the room quickly, making her wait. While she listens to the discussion. She kept breathing deeply trying to catch her breath as the sweat rolled off her body to drip on the floor. She was in a frenzy of need and knew when he fucked her, she would not be able to hold back her orgasm. The need is so great in her right now she can barely stand.

After hearing the lengthy discussion bordering on half an hour, which gave her time to settle down some but not completely, she hears the movers leaving.

He returns to her. The camera still rolling as she waited with the juices rolling down those sweet legs. He kisses her softly upon her lips, sliding his hands up her arms, slowly undoing the cuffs one at a time holding her so she won't fall. He encourages her to take the heels off. He picks her up after pulling her down from the ceiling carrying her to the bathroom via the secret entrance. He turns on the tub with the very warm jets as he helps her out of her bra. He breathes deeply of her musky scent as he lets her soak and relax from riding the dildo so hard and long. The feelings in her wrist return exponentially. The hot water washing away all the sweat, making her feel clean, whole and perfect.



The Deal



She double checked her watch and cursed under her breath, this was a huge deal she had lined up and she had invested all of her personal fortune in it, and now it was trembling on a knife edge, she was just a whisker away from personal bankruptcy and ruin and was running out of time fast! She checked over the papers yet again, but there was no way out, everything had been planned and arranged to the very last detail, nothing could be undone now. Just that one little fact that had gone unnoticed, and that was the thing that would destroy her and everything she had built up over the years. The legal idiots who has missed it had been sacked on the spot, but that was no consolation now, her fortune which had allowed her to finally live the wealthy, decadent lifestyle she had so desperately wanted would be lost, along with almost al of her possessions, her luxury flats around the world, her huge wardrobes of designer clothes, jewellery, everything!

In less than twenty four hours the deal would collapse; she had those few hours to try and get the owner of an overlooked business to agree to sell to her so his buildings could be demolished and the new building work started, and while she had managed to get his details and arrange this meeting she was also scheduled for other meetings later that day relating to the deal that couldn't be rearranged or postponed, she was desperately short of time!

She took a deep breath and headed into the bathroom in her personal office suite, and started to get ready, it was vital that everything went right this afternoon! She had arranged for the owner to meet with her at her private office where she would use every possible weapon at her command to persuade him to sign the papers, as she showered she already knew that he had rejected the initial offers and that this might well prove to be one of the most difficult deals she had ever had to pull off. As she dressed carefully and re-applied her makeup she already knew that she would do absolutely anything to get his signature and so keep her wealth, and she had never failed to get a man to do what she wanted.

She looked at herself in the full length mirror, yes she was perfect! Expertly applied makeup, a tight satin blouse which strained to contain her heavy breasts, a satin pencil skirt, so tight and constrictive, hugging her curves, seamed stocking and her desperately stunning six inch Louboutin heels, she was desirable and would have him eating out of her hands! She had used her sex appeal and innate understanding of men to seduce and control all the men she had wanted to in the past, these days she simply dominated them and used them cruelly for her own pleasures and desires, never caring about what they wanted. She was supremely confident in getting the outcome she wanted, although the personal risks she was exposed to still made her tremble slightly in fear. Her PA called to say he had arrived.

The intransigent bastard! Nothing she had offered had persuaded him to agree to the deal, she only had about half an hour before she would have to go down to the boardroom and say she hadn't got him to sign the papers so she had no choice; she seduced and took men all the time, using them, dominating them for her pleasure but this time she had to get him to agree to sign her papers rather than just take him for her own needs. It was obvious that he liked what he saw, well which man could resist her? So it was an easy step to start to seduce him, she changed the way she sat to push her breasts forward and pointedly crossed her stockinged legs, oh yes, he was watching!

She stood up and slowly ran her hands down over her hips, straightening the pencil shirt, walked round and perched on the desk to carry on the negotiations; she could see lust in his eyes and an uncomfortable shift in his chair as he tried to hide his growing erection. She continued to talk about the deal, how she needed his signature and would be prepared to do anything to get it. Her tongue slowly ran along her glossy lips as she lifted one foot and started to run the six inch heel of her shoe up along his leg, she strained her breasts and the top button of her blouse slipped open, revealing more of her cleavage. As she become aroused herself her nipples grew and hardened, pushing against the satin blouse, his erection was huge now and he no longer tried to hide it. The offer on the table was obvious and he was going to do exactly what she wanted, she would get the deal done and be fabulously rich!

Sliding the tight pencil skirt up to her hips she parted her long legs to open herself to him, smirking as she gloried in her power over men; she pushed him down to his knees and pulled his head in between her silken thighs, gasping with pleasure as his tongue ran over the scrap of satin that covered her pussy. Her voice was thick with lust and need.

"Do it, work your tongue and mouth and serve me like the slave you are, please your Mistress and give me the pleasure I want!"

She slipped one long painted fingernail under her panties and pulled them to one side, his probing tongue found the pulsing lips of her vagina, lapping against them and sucking her juices as they started to flow. She tugged on his hair to guide him to her engorged clitoris, and moaned as he licked it and then flicked the tip of his tongue over it time and time again. Issuing curt commands to ensure he pleasured her exactly as she wanted she ground her cunt down onto his face as she gasped and writhed against his mouth and tongue, forcing it deeper into her hot wet pussy. She urged him on, a cruel cold snarl twisting her thickly painted lips, demanding that he give her the orgasm she wanted as she felt herself starting to cum, panting with lust and need, arching her body and throwing her head back as it finally hit her, hard and deep and she lashed out with her heels, kicking her slave away and down onto the floor as she surrendered herself to the waves of orgasm running through her, ignoring any thoughts of his needs now she had taken her own pleasure, not caring that he felt frustrated and used, that's what men were for!

When she recovered sufficient self control she stood up, straightened her skirt and pulled the papers across her desk, she looked at him contemptuously as he struggled back onto his chair. "Now after that you won't mind just signing these for me will you?". And then the full shock of her position hit her, he refused!

"You're a very sexy and desirable woman" he had said "but let's be quite clear, using me to give yourself an orgasm wasn't really the best way to get my co-operation. I have no intention of signing those papers and being used as your sex toy hasn't changed my position one bit. I'm sorry that your deal isn't going to come off but that's just business. Better luck next time".

And he had walked out of her office, leaving her with the post orgasmic waves of pleasure running through her but rapidly being replaced by shock and fear as she realised she was out of time, the boardroom meeting was due to start in ten minutes and she hadn't got the papers signed. She cursed her high-handed approach to him, letting her arrogance take control and using him for her own pleasure when she should have been cosying up to him, persuading him, flirting with him; her dominant desires and needs had finally destroyed and ruined her! As she rushed to make herself presentable for the board she made one last frantic, begging phone call.

Later that night she was getting ready in her apartment, this was the final throw of the dice and everything depended both on her seductive charms and her ability to hold back the demon presence of her need to dominate and use men. Freshly washed and powdered she took ages over her toilet, finally happy she stood for a long time looking at herself in the full length mirror. Her makeup was perfect, but thick and heavy, she could feel the weight of the lipstick lush and moist and glossy on her lips, the clinging slinky satin dress hugged her curves and was backless all the way down to her arse. It was tight across her breasts as they heaved with her heavy breathing as she tried to control the panic inside her. The slit up the sides showed her silk seamed holdups and the heels she was wearing were so high she could barely walk in them, she tugged her long leather opera gloves tighter up her arms. She had put on her most expensive jewellery, her plan was to offer herself to him as a sex goddess who would pleasure him like no other woman could. She had all the skills, experience and techniques if only she could keep in mind that she had to please him, make sure his needs and desires were satisfied rather than hers; she shuddered at the thought of putting a man before her own wants, but it was necessary!

The lights were dimmed, the papers were on her dressing table and the champagne was chilled, she was waiting for him to arrive. She was so tense and scared, if she couldn't get him to sign then this apartment wouldn't be hers by the morning, she was struggling to balance her need to seduce and persuade him with her need to dominate, use and destroy her lovers. She already knew she would have to do things to please him that she hadn't done to a man, or worse, let a man do to her, for many years! Finally the doorbell rang and she buzzed him in and went to meet him.

"I'd like to apologise for the way I treated you earlier today" she said as she brought him into the apartment, "I was under a great deal of stress but that was no reason to take it out on you, please let me make it up to you". She gestured him to the leather sofa and poured two glasses of champagne, he was gazing at her, following her every move, even after the disaster earlier he obviously still wanted her. She brought the drinks to the sofa and snuggled down beside him, handing him a glass. It didn't take long, her flirting and seduction soon had him close to her, his cock obviously straining in his trousers. She made sure that every move was posed to show off her glorious body to him in the best way, that she coiled up close to him so her heady scent would intoxicate and arouse him even more.

She moved in even closer and put her leather clad hand on his thigh, gently stroking him while she made small talk. Finally, forcing down the urge to vomit she tilted her face towards him, parted her perfect lips, slid her hand in it's long leather glove behind his head and gently pulled him towards her, her eyes closed as she whispered "Please, please, kiss me" and kissed him, opening her mouth, feeling her thick lipstick smear slightly as she pushed onto him and then their tongues were intertwined, she was faking little moans of pleasure and encouragement, squirming her body in it's slinky dress against him, fuelling his lust and desire.

"You see darling, I really do want to make up for my behaviour earlier" she said as she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, staring with hot passion directly into his eyes "and it seemed fair that I should return the favour. You were very very good and I just hope I can please you as much".

As she lied and flattered him she ran her gloved hand over the bulge in his trousers and then despite her demons screaming at her to take and use him like any other slave she slowly slid off the sofa and onto her knees in front of him from where she unzipped his trousers and gently brought out his hard cock. She struggled and managed to force her instinctive reactions under control as she gazed up at him and put a look of lustful subservience onto her face, then she wrapped her leather clad fingers around his straining cock and slowly started to wank him. As his eyes closed she briefly let her true feelings show but the look of revulsion and disgust had gone by the time he looked down at her servicing him again.

"I am really very, very sorry for earlier, and I'll do just anything you want to make up for it" she purred, gazing upwards at him and opening her heavily painted lips wide.

Then she forced herself to do the most humiliating thing she had done for a very long time and slowly slid her moist wet lips down the shaft of his cock, sucking it deep into her hot mouth, her thick lipstick smearing as she took him in. Her tongue ran around and over the thick head and then she slowly pulled back, smearing more lipstick down his shaft.

Looking back up at him she whispered huskily "Is that all right, is that what you want? Shall I keep going and make sure I fully say sorry for what happened earlier?"

His groans and gasps were exactly the answers she wanted, she slowly started to wank his cock as she stretched up on her knees to flaunt her glorious breasts at him and to whisper seductively "I will do anything to say sorry, anything you want so you will forgive me".

She returned to his cock, sucking and swirling it around in her mouth, twisting her head as she sucked it in and out of her mouth, bobbing her head as she worked it, wanking the base of the shaft with one leather clad hand, her towering heels jutting out behind her perfect arse. She was still fighting down her demons which were shrieking at her to rip his filthy cock out of her glorious mouth, but she kept on working him, she could feel his orgasm starting to grow and knew she had to time this to perfection, the thought of actually having him cum in her mouth filled her with disgust.

He was pumping his cock into her mouth desperately now as he felt his orgasm coming, suddenly he grabbed her head and forced her onto him hard. The shock and rage of being treated like that almost overwhelmed her, but she managed to just keep control of herself and tightened her gloved fingers onto his artery just so as to stop his orgasm, then pulled her head back and looked back up at him.

"Oh no darling, not just yet, I want you to have so much more before you cum. I'm going to pleasure you like nobody else has ever done before and I really want you to cum when you're fucking me hard like the bitch I am, punishing me for being bad to you earlier. Lie back on the couch darling and let me please you some more.".

She slithered on top of him as he lay back groaning in frustration, writhing her satin covered body across him as she got into position, she slid the spaghetti straps down her shoulders and slowly peeled the satin dress off her heavy, perfect breasts. She lay on top of him and put them either side of his cock, then slowly started to wank his cock between them, whispering encouragements as she did so, making him rock hard again in moments. She dipped her head and dribbled spittle onto his prick, she knew the sight of it dripping off her lush red lips would drive him wild, moistening his cock as she moved herself up and down on him, giving him a tit wank while what she had really ached to do was to spit in his face!

He was so big and was moaning and gasping with need, she could feel his cock as it started the early pulsations of his orgasm and reached one gloved hand to hold the base hard to deny him again. He rolled his head from side to side with frustration as she started yet another tale of lies and promises.

"Oh darling no, not yet, not there. I need you so much, please if I beg you will you punish me, will you fuck me like a bitch, take me and use me like the bad, evil slut I am? I need your fat cock to fill me, fuck me hard and cum so deep inside me. If I bend over the couch will you please take me from behind, fuck me, screw me in the arse and use me, please?".

She was struggling so hard against her inner rage she could only hope to keep it in check for this one last time, this had to work! She stood up and helped him to his feet, her words and pleading had gotten him straining hard again, she put her dress straps back up and smoothed it down over her lush curves, then she backed onto him and started to writhe and twist her satin clad body against him, working her arse hard over his cock. She took his hands and guided them onto her breasts and for a long time just twisted and squirmed in his arms, rubbing and sliding her curves against him, whispering of the pleasure to come as she surrendered to him and he took her whichever ways he wanted, moaning with faked excitement as she did so.

He was almost incoherent with lust by now, two orgasms halted just as he was about to explode and the promise of being able to humiliate and use this bitch, broken as he rammed his cock up her tight arse, had left him adrift in a sea of testosterone-fuelled lust. She continued to drive him wilder and wilder as her body writhed in his arms, teasing, arousing him more and more.

"I'm going to bend over soon darling" she turned her head and whispered hot and most into his ear, "and I want you to slide your huge cock into me and fuck me hard, punish me and use me however you want. I need to be taught a lesson. In fact, I want you to be my slave master, slip these on, they make you look like a Roman gladiator and then you can fuck me and whip me, beat your slave woman as you pound into me and make me scream".

She slid a couple of thick leather wristcuffs with thick chains attached onto his wrists and tightened them, then she sagged against him again, rubbing her satin covered body and breasts against him and gazing up into his eyes, making sure he remained distracted and disorientated.

"Oh my master, I've been such a bad slave, I want you to punish me, please! I need to be used and broken by you my lord, I want you to ram your huge cock into me, make me scream as you take me hard. I don't deserve for you to pleasure me, so take your hard prick and force it deep into my virgin arse, fuck my arse and leave me broken and ruined".

She was almost there, and was using everything she had, her body, her voice, the feel of the materials she was wearing along with her sheer sensuality and sexual techniques, she just had to keep him on the edge for a little longer, make him a little more desperate, a little less aware of what she was doing.

Twisting and writhing in his arms again she bent forward over the back of the couch and wriggling her arse in the air at him slid her satin dress up, over her rounded, perfect bottom to her hips, she slowly gyrated her arse towards him, her pussy juices dribbling down the inside of her thighs, her silk hold ups with their seams running straight down into her towering heels.

"Just in case you bruise me, and I don't mind darling, I need you to punish me, I just need us to to sign this to say we both agreed to this" She slid a paper and pen towards him, grinding her arse against his cock and arching her back as she rubbed herself hard against him, she slid one hand behind her and pulled her cheeks apart showing her tight virgin anus.

"Hurry, I can't wait any longer for you, I need you now please master!' She was watching him out of the corner of her eyes, seeing a hesitation she wrapped her hand in it's long leather opera glove around his cock and pulled his wet shining head to her tight anus. "I want you to force yourself into me, rip me apart, ram yourself into me so hard I bleed, fuck me until you cum right deep inside me my master" She moaned and writhed and twisted towards him.

He scribbled on the paper then turned back to enjoy his victory.

She slid out of his grasp, and still fighting off her demons, grabbed the paper he had signed, yes! Still twenty minutes to go, she hobbled as fast as she could in her heels to her desk, fed the paper into a slot and pressed the speed dial button, the fax was sending as he started to realise that his wristcuffs were attached by chains to secure points in the floor.

Sent Ok - she was free, she had done it, and now she went straight to the bathroom and washed his filthy taste out of her mouth and began to repair her make up. Ignoring his demands to know what the hell was going on she took her time, yes, she was immaculate again. She had a cold smile on her lips as she fitted her favourite strap-on into place, gasping a little with pleasure as the internal dildo penetrated her, then she stalked out and stood in front of her victim.




The Deal



"One signature, two papers, the joy of copy paper" she sneered, "I own your business now and the demolition teams will be starting work shortly, when the new development goes up I'll be a millionaire many times over, thank you for that" she smirked.

"The second was indeed an agreement to waive any claims against your partner during some kinky sex", her nipples had hardened again in anticipation of what was to come, "but not exactly what you had thought you were going to get!".

She worked the ratchets on the secure points in the floor, and he was forced over the edge of the couch, bent over the back of it as she forced his arse into the air. Standing behind him as he looked over his should at her she aligned the head of the cock strapped onto her with his tight arse

"I'm going to enjoy this" she said, thrusting her hips forward and forcing her cock into his tight arse, he howled in pain and humiliation and as she felt the dildo inside her push and move and start to pleasure her. She forced the cock further into him, grunting with pleasure as the dildo inside of her started it's long night's work, working herself into a frenzy of cruel revenge and brutal sadistic pleasures!



The Deal



Nina: So, did you like it?

Jake: Ummm. Yes.

N: Hey! I didn't tell you to stop stroking. You can talk and stroke at the same time.

J: Gasp. Ok. Are you sure you locked my office door?

N: Yes, boss. No one will disturb us. Have I ever let you down?

J: Sigh. No, you are the best secretary ever. Yes, I liked watching you last night. I liked watching that a lot.

N: Hehe. I can tell by how hard you are. Keep rubbing your cock up and down.

J: Ok. Do you like sitting in my chair?

N: Yes, it's much more comfy than mine. You should get me one. And there's a nice view of you from here. For now, just keep touching your cock for me. That's our deal. 

J: Ohhhh, man. I am so turned on. How come we never did anything before?

N: Haha. Because of your rules. You are married. And you keep saying you don't mix business with pleasure. But a deal is a deal.

J: Yes. I know. You really like watching me jerk off?

N: Mmmm. Yes. I've wanted to see you do this for a long time. But remember not to cum until I am ready. I really want to savor this.

J: Chuckle. I am enjoying this, too. But I can't make any promises about holding back.

N: Just try. Just keep thinking about how much you liked watching me with that girl last night.

J: Oh....I am....

N: Is that why your eyes are closed? Sexy.... I wonder what the people outside that door would say if they knew what you were doing in here.

J: Well, you kept up your end of the promise.

N: Haha. You really do look sexy with your pants down to your ankles, just standing there in your shirt and necktie, and touching yourself for me. Is that the way you always masturbate?

J: Uhhh. No... that would be really weird.

N: I thought you said you liked weird things. It was kind of weird for me to kiss another girl for the first time, but you clearly enjoyed it. It's your fantasy, not mine, to watch girls kiss each other.

J: Oh, I did enjoy that. I just never thought you would actually agree to try to meet a girl and kiss her in a bar, let alone do all that other stuff. Do you want me stroke my cock faster or slower?

N: Faster. Well, boss, I did promise to try. And, giggle, last night turned me on too.

J: It did?

N: Obviously! You saw my reaction at the bar. Oh, you would be shocked at how wet I am right now between thinking about last night, and now watching you jerk yourself. Whoa, don't stroke that fast; I don't want you to cum too quickly!

J: Ok, ok...but don't make me wait too long. Can you show me your tits or something?

N: No. I'm not undressing. That's not the deal. My show was last night. Today is your turn.

J: Damn. Alright. I'm just extremely horny right now.

N: I can tell. She was a really good kisser. I guess I got lucky when she sat next to me at the bar.

J: A better kisser than your boyfriend?

N: Ummm. Different. I think girls must just kiss differently.

J: Different as in better?

N: Haha. Why? Do you think my boyfriend would be jealous? No, just different. But she was good. I'm glad she was both sexy and a good kisser. My first lesbian experience! Wow, your cock is so engorged!

J: Oh, this feels very good. Fuck. I love the look on your face right now.

N: I didn't know your cock would look so...nice. That girl must have been with a lot of women. She knew just what to do.

J: Oh yeah, the way you two were talking and flirting at first, I couldn't tell who was seducing whom.

N: Oooh, look. Pre-cum! Yum. I like it when a guy's cock gets that excited. Yeah, I thought I was the one who was going to have to approach a girl.

J: Haha. I know. But you looked really sexy in that short skirt and that lacy blouse. I was worried that some guy might hit on you first.

N: I did look kind of slutty. Hehe. But you were in that booth watching, so you would have shooed a guy away. That was the plan, remember? Does it feel good to jerk off for me? Could you hold it a little firmer?

J: Yes. Oh this feels so good. But I'd rather have your help. Can't you touch me or something, just a little?

N: No, boss! I said that isn't our deal. I want to just watch you jerk off and shoot your cum. I did stuff with a girl for you. Now it's your turn to show me and let me sit back just enjoy.

J: Ok, ok. But damn it! It would feel so much better if this were your hand.

N: Your wife wouldn't like that. For now, just stand up straight and keep stroking. Stroke your cock for me like you promised.

J: Oh, man oh man. Did you get her number?

N: No, but she took mine. Haha. I forgot to ask her.

J: Well, she did seem more aggressive than you. My cock is twitching at the memories.

N: Can you stroke it slower now? That's good. I was glad I didn't have to initiate anything with her. And you know, it was kind of sexy the way she flirted and got close to me, whispering, and touching me on the arms and shoulders. And when she licked my ear! Crazy!!

J: Do you have an ear fetish?

N: Maybe. She made me melt. She leaned in and whispered something. I forget what because I was so turned on. Then she licked my ear and my body shivered. I guess she knew somehow that I would like it. She kept doing it soooo right.

J: And then she kissed you! Uh oh, Nina, I am getting so close to cumming.

N: Already? Just hold on for a while longer, pretty please, boss. Can you use both hands now? It was such a soft kiss. Her lips actually tasted sweet.

J: Both hands like this? I liked it when you guys started to really make out. Boy, talk about deep kisses.

N: It just seemed so natural that I forgot we were at a bar. I would have let her do almost anything at that point.

J: You two were at it for awhile. Whose idea was it to move to the booth?

N: Hers. Do you play with your balls when you masturbate?

J: No, not normally. Why, do you want me to?

N: Not really, just curious.

J: Well, normally I don't jerk off at the office with just my pants down like this either. And I am normally not standing up at attention for a viewer's benefit.

N: Haha. You can undress totally if you want.

J: Will you? Undress a little?

N: No, I told you. I just want to watch you.

J: Actually, it's kind of hot that we are both clothed while I am doing this. Well, except for my pants. I feel a little weird to be talking while jacking off though.

N: The talk isn't turning you on, boss?

J: It is! It is! But I've never jerked off for someone before.

N: Well, you can think about me and that girl whenever you stroke yourself in the future. But yes, I was glad and surprised when she asked me to move to a booth.

J: And the booth was just across from my booth.

N: Haha. That was my idea. I didn't want you to miss the show.

J: You know I could see under the table.

N: Exactly. Hehe. As horny as she made me, I was still a little nervous.

J: Really? I couldn't tell. That you were nervous I mean. I could definitely tell you were horny.

N: Well, she kept kissing me and licking my ear! Wow. Did you just spit on your cock? That was so naughty. Keep stroking it now. I've always imagined you playing with yourself, but I didn't know that I would like watching it this much.

J: Damn, my balls are ready to explode. Are you glad you weren't wearing a bra last night? Maybe you should start going braless in the office. Fuck, you look so sexy right now.

N: That wouldn't be appropriate office attire! Giggle. Not that what we're doing now is appropriate either. I thought some girl might touch on the outside of my blouse. A little groping, you know? I didn't think someone would do more.

J: It was so sexy the way she caressed your tits through the blouse, and then stuck a finger in between the buttons to stroke your bare nipples.

N: My nipples were ultra sensitive at that point. She kept flicking her finger back and forth, until they got really hard.

J: I could tell. Your nipples were visible through the blouse, even from where I was sitting. Ohhh, Nina. Can I cum now? Just thinking about all that is getting to be too much. Fuck, I don't think my cock has ever been this hard.

N: Noooooo! You have to wait until I say!

J: Arrrgh. You are being mean.

N: No, if I were mean, I wouldn't have let her unbutton my blouse so you could watch. This was your fantasy, remember?

J: I really didn't think she would do that. Or lick your nipples.

N: Sucked.

J: Huh?

N: She sucked on my nipples. She didn't lick them. She sucked them. And bit them lightly. Ohhhh. She knew what she was doing. I almost came right then and there.

J: Really?

N: Yes. I also saw you rubbing yourself through your pants when she started doing that.

J: You did?

N: Yes. So I got a preview for what you're doing now. But it's much better for me to see your cock actually out. Just stroke it really, really, really slow now. Like in slow motion. Yeah, just like that. A little slower still. Ohhh, so hot.

J: This is becoming torture. Fuck. I was tempted to take my cock out last night, but thought better of it.

N: I know; you were saving that for now. Oooh, that is a LOT of pre-cum leaking out of you. Here, let me help just a little. Let me use my fingers to rub that pre-cum all over your cock. Make it nice and shiny.

J: Ohhhhh.

N: Stand still! I'm not really doing anything. Just rubbing in your pre-cum so it doesn't get wasted. Hmmm. My fingers taste so yummy now.

J: Damn damn damn. Damn you.

N: Hehe. Can you stand up straighter? Ok, good. Thanks, boss.

J: You are evil!!! How come you didn't touch her by the way?

N: Oh. To be honest, I was too far gone and couldn't think.

J: Yes, it was a huge turn on to see her go to work on you.

N: When she started to stroke my inner thighs while sucking on my nipples, I lost track of everything.

J: You did keep spreading your legs wider.

N: That was involuntary.

J: I could see your panties. They were soaked.

N: I know. I think I left a puddle on the seat. Hehe. I think I am making a big puddle right now on your chair.

J: Why did you push her hand away when she tried to touch your pussy?

N: Oh...because I was close.

J: Close to cumming?

N: Yes.

J: Oh geez...I am so close myself right now. Look, my cock's all red. So damn stiff and angry and pulsing.

N: Ohhh, your poor cock. Don't worry. I won't make you wait much longer. Keep jerking off.

J: Groan. Ok. But please hurry. That girl was persistent. What was her name?

N: Kira. Yes, she didn't give up. Thank God. Because it made me crazy when I finally let her play with my clit.

J: I could tell. You were gripping the table tightly with both hands and you were making all these squishy faces.

N: What?

J: No, no. It was sexy! But your eyes were shut really tight, and your face was contorted with pleasure.

N: Oh, ok I guess. But I came very quickly. I think it surprised her. She really knew how to play with my clit and pussy. Magic fingers.

J: Did you squirt?

N: Noooooooo! I don't do that.

J: Just asking.

N: But it looks like your cock about to squirt. Shouldn't you do it slower so you don't cum too fast?

J: I don't know if I can slow down. My heart is beating like a jack hammer. Oh, babe. Please let me cum.

N: Why?

J: Thinking about how that girl made you cum, right there, in the booth, is making me nuts. And having you watch me like this...fuck, this is hot, too.

N: Are you really ready to cum?

J: Yes!!!!

N: You're going to make a mess everywhere.

J: I don't care. Oh, damn this feels so good. Please help me....

N: Beg for it.

J: Please Nina. Please. Please. Please let me cum.

N: You are going to cum all over your office?

J: I don't fucking care. Please please. Can I shoot my load now?

N: Nope. But I won't make you wait that much longer. I'm going to get closer to get a better look.

J: Why are you on your knees?

N: Just pretend I am giving you a blow job. I know how much you would like that.

J: Damn you!

N: Mmmm. I want to take you in my mouth.

J: Do it! Do it!

N: Mmmmm. Wow. You are super leaking! Like a drippy faucet. You aren't cumming already are you? Your cock is making me lick my lips.

J: No! Stop talking! Please just take him in your mouth.

N: No...I can't do that for real. You know that. I'm just playing. Why are you stroking yourself so fast? It looks so sexy. Oh, you are sweating too!! Look at your face.

J: Oh, Nina. Please. I'm about to explode. Either take him in your mouth or move back.

N: No, its OK, I want a front row seat.

J: I'm going to shoot any second.

N: No, you have to wait a bit. Until I say you can. That's the deal.

J: Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuck!

N: Ok, I am going to move back just a little bit. See? I am about three feet away.

J: Oh babe. Please. I am begging you. I'm crying. Let me cum.....

N: This is a nice distance. Now I can see everything.

J: I am dying!!!!

N: I will make another deal with you. I don't know how far you can shoot. So I am going to give you a little extra incentive to make a nice show for me.

J: Just tell me it's ok to go!!

N: Oh, poor you. Your face is so drenched in sweat. Ok, when I say "now" you can cum. And I will watch from here. I will keep open my mouth. If you can make any of your hot seed reach me, I will be so happy to swallow.

J: You are so fucking evil. Ohhhhhh dammmmn.

N: Haha. Wow, I am so wet. I think I can cum, too, just watching you. Ok, try to give me some of your sperm so I can taste it. I think your cum will be yummy. Are you ready, boss?

J: I have been ready!!!

N: Ok, get ready....get set....

J: Grrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!

N: NOW!! Cum for me. Let me see!

J: OMG!!!! Here it comes!! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Arrrrrrghhhhhhhh!!!!! Damn it I am CUMMING!!! Oh fuck!!!!!!!!!!!

N: WOW!

J: I can't stop. FUCKKKKKKK!!! ... Oh man. FUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!

N: Wow!

J: Whew. 

N: Double wow.

J: Damn that was good.

N: Mmmmmm. You hit me. You actually squirted this far with most of your seed!

J: Did I? Oh, I did! Oh, sorry. It's all over you. Oh damn, on your skirt, too.

N: Mmmm. I don't mind. It's just a lot more than I expected. I already swallowed some while you were cumming. Wow that was so sexy, boss.

J: Damn straight! Man, that was the best cum I have ever had. 

N: So tasty. Oooh, there's some still on my lips. Yum.

J: You look hot right now by the way. With my cum still on you.

N: I do?

J: Yes. Really fucking hot. But I don't what you to wipe it off. Can you just wait and let it dry on you? That way, I will know my cum is on you all day?

N: You want me to work the rest of the day knowing your dry seed is on me?

J: Yes.

N: Is this one of your other fantasies?

J: I guess so.

N: Ok.

J: Ok?

N: But if I do that, you have to act out one of MY other fantasies tonight, too. Ok?

J: Umm. Alright. You got a deal.

THE END UNTIL PART 2



The Deal



i just started writing and i do hope that Y/you A/all are enjoying them. i welcome any and all comments good or bad. Thanks for reading.

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Standing out front of a huge mansion, her body trembling and not believing what she is about to do for her Master. The night air is cool and softly blowing up her long black over coat. She reaches up and rings the bell, keeping her head down not knowing what to expect.

"Come in!" Shouts a deep voice from behind the large door.

She takes in a deep breath and pushes the door open, taking all her courage knowing how much this means to her One. She steps in keeping her head lowered pulling open her long coat. Her skin starts to form goosebumps as she drops the coat to the floor. Now standing in a strangers home with nothing on but a red lace bra, matching panties, black thigh highs and 5 inch stilettos. She takes in a breath and lowers to her knees, spreading them wide, her hands palms up on the tops of her thighs , head up, eyes down and mouth open.

She does not move as foot steps come closer. Her whole body is screaming inside to look up and see who has her Master in such a grip that He would offer her up to be used. She watches as a pair of black leather boots step into her view, along with strong looking legs covered in denim. The sweet smell of cologne fills her nostrils. Her body fights to keep still wanting to look up at this Man so badly.

A strong hand slides down the back of her head and grips her hair long dark hair a little. She takes in a soft breath, not having anyone touch her except her One for almost a year now. He pulls her head back sharply forcing her to look up at Him.

Her eyes widen a bit as she takes in the sight of this Handsome Man, deep dark eyes staring back into her deep blue ones. Her breathing starts to speed up as she takes in His features. Short neatly cut dark almost black hair with a few flicks of grey. Strong jaw line and delicious looking full lips. His mouth curls into a little smile reveling beautiful straight white teeth.

Her eyes drop down a little bit taking in His strong bare chest, a deep brown flesh. Dark tribal tattoos running down from the tops of His shoulders down both arms. Her body trembles softly as His grip tightens, leaning down close to her still open mouth. She flinches as He spits in it. His other hand reaches up and slides two fingers over her tongue, spreading His saliva. She knows her place and knows better then to move while He is inspecting her holes. He lets out a satisfied breath. He stands back up and slowly walks around behind her. She notices His tight 6 pack abs and His denim jeans hanging low on His hips and the top button of His button fly is undone.

Her heart pounding in her chest so hard that she is sure He must be hearing it. She keeps her body as still as possible while His hand pulls her hair up into His hand while His other hand slides over her shoulders and down her spine. She can't help but shiver and His chuckle is dark and deep as He lets her hair drop back down.

"Present!"

Her body flinches at His sudden order. She quickly leans forward putting her forehead on the floor, her ass up high in the air and she hesitates for a moment before reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks. Her panties slide over her cheeks and into the crack of her ass.

SMACK! SMACK!

She whimpers out loudly as His hand comes down hard over each ass cheek. Her nails digging into her flesh a little bit, knowing it was for her hesitation. Her mind starts racing about who this Man is and why her One needs her to serve Him. He is obviously a Master and has been for a very long time, like my One.

He crouches behind her, hooking a finger under one side of her panties and pulls it aside. Her body shivers. He leans in and spits over her tight dark pink star. She takes in a deep breath as the tip of His finger pushes into it. Her nails again dig into her pulled apart cheeks.

"Mmm nice tight hole you have here slut."

She knows not to say a word not being told she could speak yet. His finger pulls out and slides down to her smoothly waxed pussy. She lets a soft moan push past her lips as His finger starts to explore between the soft wet folds.

"And wet already too. Impressive."

She tries to still her body as His finger pushes in deeply. Her muscles clench around the intrusion. He groans at the feel of them closing around His thick digit. She holds her breath for a moment as He pulls His finger out watching it close tightly behind it. He stands up and walks past her, patting His leg as if calling an animal.

"Come."

She quickly gets to her hands and knees, crawling after this strong Dom. She is almost mezmorized by Him. Her love for her One is still filling her heart but her need to know more about this Man is keeping her on her best behavior. Needing and wanting to please her One. Her mind tails back to T/their conversation early that morning as She follows.

........

His hand softly caresses her face as He lays on top of her spent from the morning fuck. B/both bodies with a light sheen of sweat in the morning sun shining into the bed room.

"I need to ask something of you that I have never asked you to do before My pet."

She looks lovingly into His eyes and nods.

"i would do anything for you my One."

He twists pulling His cock from her drenched hole, laying on His side, His arm draped over her.

"This evening I need you to go to someone's house and let them use you. Serve them as you would Me. Do you think that is something you could do My girl?"

Her eyes open wide with surprise. He has always been so possessive of her and would never let another Man so much as look at her the wrong way. And now He is asking her to go, alone and serve someone else!

"You no longer want me Master?"

"Oh god girl! Never think that! This is important and it will be explained to you afterwards. If W/we are going to keep this lifestyle, the money, the house, My job. It all comes down to what and how you behave this evening."

She looks at Him so puzzled, biting on her lower lip as she squirms at the thought of some other Man touching and using her.

" I swear you will be safe. No harm will come to you. You may even enjoy it."

His lip curls at the thought of what He is requesting but knows it is what has to be done to keep her, the one He brought into this life.

She looks into His caring dark eyes and nods her head.

"i will do anything for You Master. Anything to stay here with You and stay Your girl."

He smiles and flips her over quickly and slides His once again hard cock deep into her tight ass, ready to use His pet again....

......

She is brought out of her thoughts when He stops at a large heavy door. He pulls a key from His pocket, unlocks it pushing the door open and steps aside. Her body shivers knowing that most locked doors in a house with a Man like this means a playroom of some kind.

"In and strip."

She slowly crawls into the softly lit room. It looked quite familiar, with a number of the same elements as her One's playroom. A large four poster bed on a angle in one corner. A cross against the opposite wall. A gynecologist table but covered in leather. The walls are lined with various sizes of whips, canes, paddles. A stainless steel table with twelve drawers down under it.

Her pussy starts to clench as she stands and quickly strips all of her clothes. She slips back to her knees in her open position, only this time she is watching Him. He walks around the room pulling a few items from the walls, and pulling open a few drawers. He sets out two different weights of floggers, a thin cane, a red ball gag, several lengths of rope, clover clamps with several weights, a large butt plug and a bottle of lube.

Her eyes quickly drop to the floor as He finishes and walks over to her holding a few lengths of the rope. Slowly He circles her like a piece of meat. Which in His eyes at this moment she is just that. A piece of pleasure meat.

"Arms."

She instantly puts her arms behind her back, holding her wrists together, palms facing each other. He crouches down and quickly secures her wrists. He lays her on her side and secures her knees together.

"Up."

She wriggles and squirms, twisting onto her forehead and slides her legs up getting them under her. He chuckles darkly watching her struggle to obey. Finally she gets her legs under her and lifts her body up until she is kneeling. She lowers her head only to have it pushed back by a gag getting shoved roughly into her mouth. She wobbles not having much balance with her legs tied so tightly together. He fastens it around her head actual very careful that her hair is not caught in it.

He walks over to the table and picks up the lighter of the two floggers, pulling it through His fingers. She automatically sticks out her chest the way her One loves it. A smile curls in the corners of His lips as He slowly starts to whip her perky 34C breasts. She flinches and gasps under the gag with each one, her nipples being hyper sensitive.

He stops after several passes to run His hand over the now pinked flesh, pinching and pulling on each nipple making her moan into the gag. She blinks her eyes up at Him. Her pussy now aching from the sensations He is causing her. She has always enjoy rough hard sex, and discovering this lifestyle only fed it more.

"Mmmm your skin reddens so quickly. I see why Darryl enjoys you so much."

He steps back and starts moving the whip lower over over her tight abs, her body flinches with each swat. He picks up His pace watching every flinch and smirking at her deep mewls pushing from behind the gag. He moves back up to her breasts which she sticks out again. His strikes gradually getting harder and harder.

A deep burning sting crawls over every inch of her now reddened skin. It is alive with tingles as the blood is all pulled to the surface. He stops and rubs His hands over the heated flesh. She is panting deeply through the gag and her eyes watering from the stings of the leather.

"Are you alright?"

His tone for the first time soft and almost caring. She nods her head quickly. Her pussy now a dripping mess between her tightly pressed thighs. He crouches down pushing His fingers down over her wet lips. She moans deeply as He starts to rub and circle her swelled clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He keeps His eyes on hers as He pushes in two fingers, quickly pumping them in and out knowing by her wetness that she would be close to orgasm.

"You need to cum don't you slut?"

She pants deep and hard through her nose, her eyes flicking back as her body shakes from His piston like fingers. A deep pressure starts to push forth. She nods her head quickly. He keeps the pace as her muscles clench around His fingers waiting for permission.

"Cum."

She moans hard into the gag as orgasm crashes through her, her hips pushing and matching His fingers. He keeps them moving working her through her climax, until His fingers are coated in her slick white cream. He pulls them from her and puts them to His mouth, sucking on them.

"Mmmmm superb."

He stands, taking her by the underarm and pulling her up to her feet. She teeters a little bit. Her legs being a little weak from her release. Her thighs tied tightly and only able to take little baby steps He walks her over to the table. He unties her legs and helps her on the table. She lays back on her arms still behind her, putting her feet in the stirrups. Her cheeks flush deeply being so exposed with this Stranger. He drops the bottom of the table and pulls her by the hips down so her cheeks are almost hanging off the end.

"Now lets see what we have here."

Biting her lip trying to force her body to still. He sits on a stool with wheels and slides over to the table picking up the plug, lube and clover clamps. Her eyes watching Him closely as her breathing speeds up again. He slides back between her legs taking the plug and pouring some lube on it. Her eyes widen just a bit and can not stop from squirming not having anything that large in her ass before.

He rubs the tip of it over her tight star, gently pushing. She lets out a soft whimper as her hole starts to slowly open around it. Stretching it wider and wider with each push. Her toes curl as she whimpers hard biting down on the ball as He pushes it past the largest part. Searing pain rips through her now stretched hole. He looks up at her and flashes a wicked smile.

"Hummmm your ass it really tight. I suppose He doesn't use it much."

She blinks down at Him, letting out a hard relieving breath as her hole finally closes around the end. He flicks it with His fingers making her whimper into the ball. Her pussy clenching and still wet from her orgasm. He picks up the clovers and pulls one lip out, clamping the clover to it then moves swiftly to the other one. She winces hard as each one holds tightly. The chain between the clamps is longer then ones her One has. He pulls and tugs on the chain, watching her closely.

"Sit up"

She wriggles and quickly sits up. He stands and takes the gag from her mouth. He holds the chain up between her spreads legs towards her mouth.

"Lean forward and hold this, and do not let it go slut."

She takes in a deep breath and leans forward, taking the chain in her teeth and holding it. He sits back down and starts to circle and flick her hard swelled clit, making her take in sharp breaths and flinches. She pulls on the chain sending waves of pleasure/pain up from her clamped pussy lips.

She blinks hard as she watches His fingers exploring her open pussy. Her muscles clench with each touch to her hyper sensitive clit, pushing out some clear liquid. He dips His finger into the slick juices and up around her clit. She moans deeply through clenched teeth making sure to keep a good hold of the chain.

He stands pushing back the stool and with one flick of His fingers He pulls open His jeans, reaching in and pulling out His hard deep brown cock. His fingers grip and slide up and down the thick shaft. Her eyes widen seeing how large He is. He steps in and rubs the large mushroom up and down between her spread lips. He pushes in slowly watching it disappear into the tight hole. He groans hard as her muscle clamp around the thick girth.

"Jesus Christ slut you are tight!"

He keeps pushing until He is buried. She pants and gasps from the stretching sensation. The plug filling her ass making her pussy even tighter then usual. He pulls back slowly looking at His cock now glistening with her natural lube. He reaches up and grips her hips and starts to slowly fuck her. She moans and gasp from pleasure. The chain rattling with each thrust. She pulls her head back not thinking and cries out as the chain pulls hard on her now red swelled lips. She still keeping a hold of the chain while He picks up the pace. The large head hitting her cervix hard with each deep thrust.

"Fuck girl, your cunt is like a sucking mouth!"

He hisses and grunts. His fingers digging into her hips now fucking her at a fast pace. Her muscle clench ready to explode again. She whimper at Him. Her eyes begging to cum, but He ignores her pleading whimpers. He grunts and growls with each thrust in and out. He reaches down with both hands and quickly pulls the clamps off. Her head falls back not able to take it. She holds her breath as waves of orgasm rips through, matching every thrust of His cock.

"Mmmmm...good girl!"

He takes the clamps and pulls on each nipple before closing the clamp over it. His cock not missing a thrust. Her whole body trembling now pain rushing through her nipples. Her muscles again clamping down on His thrusting cock, now really shining with her cum. He pulls on the chain, making her sit up more as her nipples get pulled away from her. Gasping and moaning hard, trying to keep His eye contact. He finally pulls out from her pussy and steps back holding the chain to her mouth again.

"Hold."

She bites down on the chain again. Her pussy a dripping mess now and still slightly convulsing as her climax passes. He walks around to her side and undoes her arms. She lets out a relieving groan as blood rushes back into her limbs.

"Up, hands and knees, feet in the stirrups."

She carefully twists around up on her hands and looking down between her legs to place her knees on the edge of the table and feet back in place. Her nipples on fire from the trapped blood. She holds her body still as He walks over and picks up the weight balls. He comes back and takes the chain from her teeth and holds it together, hooking two weights making sure they will not touch the table. She lets out a deep hissing sound as the weight pull on her slowly numbing nipples.

He walks back around behind her and adjusts the legs of the stirrups making her legs slide farther apart so her ass drops down more to the perfect height for His cock. He grips the end of the plug and slowly pulls it. Twisting with each pull to dislodge it. She cries out as her ass stretches over the largest part then pants deeply as her hole is now gaping a little ready to be used.

He slides His cock up and down the little gape then pushes forward. She lets out a deep moan as it pushes in past the ring. He grunts low with each inch He pushes in until He is buried. Her ass burning as it is stretched out around His thick girth. She tries to keep her body still so the weights won't swing.

He pulls back slowly until just the head is resting just inside. She cries out as He thrusts hard, the weights start to swing and pull on her nipples. He grips her hips with a smirk at her cries and starts to use her deep and hard. Her head dropping down between her arms, the sensations defeating her. The weights swing wildly with each thrust. Her pussy clenches and a deep pressure builds deep in her core.

He senses her building orgasm and reaches around and quickly takes off the clamps. She screams as the blood rushes back into them forcing her pussy to clench and start squirting, orgasm ripping through her whole body. He laughs pulling from her ass and slides His fingers over her soaked pussy.

"Mmmmm He never told me your a squirter!"

His pushes two fingers in deeply making her cry out. Her muscle grip around them as He twists and curls them hitting that spot. She shutters and gasps as her pussy explodes into squirting again. His hand comes down hard on each ass cheek. He pulls His soaked fingers out and walks around beside her shoving them into her mouth. She instantly starts sucking and cleaning them. He grips the back of her head and pulls her mouth down to His thick pulsing cock and roughly starts fucking her face. Her back arches with each deep gag. His cock in and out of her throat. She blinks back the water filling her eyes. He grunts and growls with each thrust.

"Fuck...not many can take all of My cock!"

Her saliva starts to run down her chin, then suddenly without letting her have a breath He pushes all the way in and stills.

"Hold it!"

His tone stern and cold. It sends chills down her spine. She desperately tries to hold it down but her gag keeps retching around it making Him growl from the milking sensation. Blinking her eyes letting the water streak down her cheeks as her back arches and fingers grip the edges of the table. Her body starting to really fight for air.

He grips her hair and pulls all the way out letting her take in two deep hard breaths before shoving His cock all the way back in. His growls getting deeper. He keeps up the same pace, holding then two breaths then holding.

He finally pulls out letting her taking in several deep gasping half coughing breaths before grabbing her head on both sides and pumping His cock in and out. It almost feels like it is getting bigger. She know He is getting close.




The Deal



Cam was spent - Tyler had given her the best 1/2 hour of her life. Period.

Cam regained her composure 7-minutes later and managed to crawl to her knees and use Tyler's arms to pick herself up off the floor. She hugged Ty and gave him the most intense French kiss she can remember. Cam hugged him again and managed the power to mutter "Thank you Tyler, that was incredible." 

She looked at the clock and noticed it was after 12:30. She had a 1/2 hour drive home and was only half awake. Tyler smiled and handed her the pillow. He kissed her on the forehead and assured her "I'll never forget tonight as long as I live. What happened will never go beyond these walls and will never be brought up again either. You're my best friend and I never want to lose you. But thanks again for the best night of my life."

Cam stared into his eyes and agreed: "This was merely for one night and one night only, but it's one night I don't think I'll ever forget either Ty." She kissed him on his forehead and collapsed on to the couch with her pillow. Tyler smiled, shook his head in amazement, and curled up on the other couch. He closed his eyes and slipped off into Fantasyland - knowing one of his fantasies may be gone - but will certainly never be forgotten.



The Deal



I was in a bar with Tina, this gorgeous, sleek, nineteen year old fox I had been seeing and screwing for the last six months, and an old buddy of mine, Bobby. Bobby had moved back into town after being away for a year and we were catching up on things. And of all the new things that intrigued Bobby, it seemed that this cute college sophomore I was dating topped the list, if the kind of attention Bobby was paying to Tina was any indication. I sure didn't mind. That's the way Bobby and I always were; we liked checking out chicks and dudes the other was seeing, and rating them. There'd even been a couple of times, cruising, when we doubled up on a chick or a dude. See, we’re both bi and, another thing, we both happen to be freaks for ass. The difference is that I’m strictly a top while Bobby fucks ass and takes it up his too. Tina, pretty soon after I met her revealed herself to be a total anal addict and happened to have something of a fetish for bisexual men. She was only nineteen but I’d never met anyone, male or female, who craved taking it up the ass the way she did. Or who took it as often and managed to take as much.

Now, as Tina walked off to the ladies room to take a leak, Bobby couldn't stop staring at her gorgeous bottom, smacking his lips as he eyed those perfect buttocks, outlined beautifully by the worn denim of the jeans Tina was wearing.

"Shit! What a fabulous ass that girlfriend of yours has got. Man, those buns!"

"Best of all is what she's got between those buns," I teased as Bobby glanced at me longingly.

"Damn, I'd love to get between those cheeks myself and check out her sweet spot."

That's the way Bobby and me liked to talk about sluts and studs sometimes.

"Well maybe you can, Bobby," I said.

He whipped around to look at me, wondering what I could possibly mean.

"I'll share her with you," I offered. "But on one condition."

"What's that?" Bobby asked, burning up with curiosity now.

"You'd have to let me get between those buns of yours."

"You saying you wanna fuck me?" 

"That's right."

"Hey, you know you turn me on, Brad. And I've gotten to know that dick of yours pretty good. But, like I told you, you're just too damned big for me to take it inside."

I had been craving to fuck Bobby for a long time; the stud had always turned me on. The problem was that my dick was eleven inches long, and really thick. And Bobby wasn't the only guy or girl who couldn't or wouldn't take it up their butts. 

"That was more than a year ago when you tried it with me," I reminded him. "I'm sure you've had plenty of action since then to loosen you up. How about giving it another shot? Anyway, that's the condition. You get to do my cute little girlfriend, but then I get to do you. I get to fuck that tight ass of yours."

It was easy for me to make this offer. For I don't mind if another guy fucks Tina, as long as I'm part of the scene. See, Tina's addicted to those eleven inches of mine. I knew I ruled her with my cock, the way an army rules its captives with its big guns. She had quickly become a slave to my massive tool. And once in a while I got off watching some other stud slam it up her butt, knowing he'd never quite match my action. 

Now as we watched Tina returning to the table I could see just how badly Bobby wanted to screw her. I'm sure that knowing how this gorgeous young dreamboat craved taking eleven rough inches up her hot, young ass made Bobby crazy with lust.

"Okay, I'll do it," Bobby whispered, as Tina approached.

"What are you guys talking about? Tina asked, noticing something.

"We're talking about you!" I told her bluntly.

 

A week later Bobby was over at my place. I had told Tina what was in store and she loved the idea. That sweet little angel was a real slut. She always dug a really nasty scene. The nastier the better! And she really enjoyed watching me screw another slut or stud, especially up the ass, though with the size of my tool, that opportunity had arisen only a few times before.

"Back in the bar, Bobby couldn't keep his eyes off your ass," I said to Tina. The three of us were sitting on a thick rug, putting away a bottle of good Merlot.

"Oh yeah?" Tina said, gazing lewdly at Bobby. "You like my butt, Bobby? Well how about checking it out in the raw?"

Bobby now watched with spellbound eyes as Tina stood up and took off her jeans, then turned around and slowly rolled her panties down her smooth, perfect buttocks. It had taken about three seconds for a hard bulge to form in Bobby's pants, I noticed.

Tina reached back to spread herself open, really showing off for Bobby.

"Check it out," she groaned provocatively.

Bobby couldn't stop staring. And knowing that this slender, delicately built young beauty took my hard, thick eleven inches up that trim butt of hers, deep into her hot, humid rectum, nearly on a nightly basis, I'm sure was making Bobby demented with desire.

"You want to fuck it?" Tina drawled sexily, holding herself wide open, swaying it right in Bobby's face.

"Holy shit!" Bobby gasped, breathing hard. "I want to fuck it so bad!"

"First you gotta eat it, then maybe you can fuck it," Tina teased, pressing her bottom against Bobby's face. The young slut loved a wet tongue in her crack almost as much as a thick cock. And Bobby sure obliged, hungrily digging in between the smooth cheeks to lap away at the hot little ridge he'd soon be entering.

I got a kick watching my good old buddy eating out my girlfriend's ass. My dick was rock hard and I was stroking it lazily as I watched Tina squeal and squirm, loving every lap of Bobby's tongue. Then Tina suddenly pulled away and dropped back down on the rug with the two of us, reaching for Bobby's zipper.

"Let's see what you got for me," she said, staring down and digging in.

She pulled out Bobby's hard cock, then tore off the rest of Bobby's clothes, lowering his face to suck Bobby's dick. Tina's a voracious little cocksucker and now I undressed as I watched my girlfriend wolf down Bobby's achingly rigid shaft.

"Okay, shove it in!" Tina hissed, turning around on elbows and knees, lifting her sassy, girlish buns up high.

"Got some lube?" Bobby asked, turning to me.

"Hell, she don't need no lube for your tool," I teased. In fact, with me reaming Tina just about every night with my jumbo-sized butt-buster, she could handle most other cocks without lubricant. A little rimming was all she needed. Except with me, that is, when the grease came in very handy.

A little amazed, Bobby knelt behind Tina, gazing down at her exposed hole, Tina reaching back and holding herself open, sticking it out for Bobby like an alley cat begging for a nasty dose of sodomy. And Bobby obliged, working that steely shaft of his between my girlfriend's buns, sliding it in, a look of pure rapture on his face as he felt Tina's tight young ass grip his shaft.

"Aren't you happy now, Bobby?" I chuckled, "your dream's come true."

Tina was panting and groaning like the over-excited slut she always became whenever she felt a hard cock burying itself up her ass. And Bobby was pumping away furiously, fuck crazy over his good fortune.

Me? I stroked my shaft and just watched until I was ready for more. Then I brought my cock up to Bobby's face as he kept pumping away.

"Been a while since you laid eyes on this baby, huh?" I said, showing off as Bobby stared at it with spellbound eyes.

"Man, I forgot just what a freak of nature it was," he said, his eyes glued to the sight, no doubt remembering his obligation.

"Tastes good too, remember?" I said, shoving it in his face as he opened his lips wide to take it in his mouth. Tina looked over her shoulder to watch Bobby suck my dick, then looked up at me with a lewd little sneer on her face. I winked at Tina and she knew just what that wink meant as she pulled back, disengaging from Bobby.

"I think you need to get fucked now, dude," Tina hissed at Bobby.

"Yeah, get on up there and stick it out for us," I told Bobby who, suddenly looking a little apprehensive, assumed the position.

"Want me to get him nice and ready for you?" Tina asked, a big, lascivious smile lighting up her face.

"You know the routine," I said. Tina and me had gone this route before with chicks and studs, with varying success. Bobby's ass sure looked good now, exposed and vulnerable. He was a sinuous, muscular stud with a hard, bronzed butt. Licking her lips, Tina spread apart his buns and dug in to have herself a taste. Then she scooped up a big dab of lube, slapping it into Bobby's crack and working it around, digging stiff fingers into Bobby's bottom to get some of the grease deep inside. I just loved the sight -- my young girlfriend lubing up my old buddy's ass, getting it ready for me. Meanwhile I went up and waved my cock in Bobby's face, making sure he had a nice, close-up look at every one of my eleven thick inches.

"Aw shit, I don't know if I can," Bobby said, taking in the challenge.

"Sure you can," I said, reassuringly, feeding it to him some more.

"He's as ready as he's ever going to be," Tina said, pulling out her fingers as I got behind Bobby again, grabbing hold of his hips as Tina took hold of my cock and wedged the tip against Bobby's slick hole.

"Oh man, do I ever wanna see you fuck him!" Tina said, looking up at me, her eyes blazing with excitement.

Slowly, I forced my big knob inside, Bobby breathing deeply, looking back at me with longing, slightly fearful eyes, biting his lip. I worked it inside him carefully, letting him get used to it, then sliding in another inch. He was panting now, a fine film of sweat covering his back as he did his best to be brave and to take it.

"Oh shit! Go slow, Brad, or you'll split me in half," he finally gasped.

“Go on, Bobby!” Tina hissed at him. “Take it like a man! Take it like you mean it!”

I did go slow, slow but steady, and relentlessly, as Tina kept holding him open, watching my shaft enter deeper and deeper. When I fuck Tina it's hard for her to see what I look like when I'm inside her. So she loves really staring at it when I bury my cock up another asshole. She says it just drives her crazy seeing how thick I am and how I stretch out a dude or a slut. The sight sure drove Tina crazy right now, her eyes fixed on the spot like a pair of lasers, her hand a blur as it strummed away down between her legs, in her pussy.

"I can't believe it; you're really something else!" Bobby gasped, but he wasn't complaining; he wasn't pushing back with an arm, urging me to pull out, as many others have when they realized they just couldn't take it. And me? I was happy as shit. I'd been wanting to park my big dick up Bobby's tight, muscled ass for a long time.

Now I fucked him with smooth, steady strokes, eventually working most of my eleven inches inside, Bobby taking every thick inch like a champ. Suddenly Tina disappeared and the next thing I felt was her behind me, spreading me open, and jamming her hot tongue in my crack. What more can stud ask for? His dick buried deep inside a tight, warm ass while an agile, eager tongue works away at his own. Man, this was my vision of paradise!

Now Tina stood up and stared some more, fingering her clit furiously. I knew what she wanted now. I knew how much she craved strapping on the thick strap-on dildo I had bought for her and taking her turn fucking a slut or a stud.

“Feel like fucking this ass, Tina?” I asked.

“Uh huh!” she groaned, licking her lips as she reached into a drawer to retrieve her dildo, strapping it to herself. “I want your buddy to have a nice, big dose of my cock too.”

"Okay, take over now,” I said, pulling it out of Bobby as Tina happily stepped up and took over, slamming her big rubber one inside. I figured Bobby could use to take a break from my massive tool and try something a little more modest now.

I pulled back to have myself a view. Tina, sleek and stunningly feminine except for that big dick strapped to herself, was really pumping away at the heavily muscled stud, Bobby seeming to like taking it from Tina as much as he had liked giving it to her. Tina always flipped out at the opportunity to fuck male ass. She wouldn’t admit it, but I knew one of her big, big fantasies was to fuck my ass. And one day maybe I’d let her.

Now I couldn't help eyeing my girlfriend's always immensely alluring bottom. I stepped behind her, pulled aside the dildo strap, and slid a couple of fingers between her cheeks, as she suddenly whipped his head around to gaze at me with lust-crazed eyes.

"Oh yeah, do it!" she begged. If there's one thing Tina loves it's when I fuck her while she's fucking a slut or a stud with her strap-on. That's always one of the highlights whenever we get together for a three-way. So I prepped her, working some lube into her crack. She stopped moving a moment as I wedged my cockhead between her smooth, warm buttocks.

Being the expressive one she is, Tina started grunting and groaning as I steadily buried my tool inside her. Whenever she’s got one strapped on, she wants me to do her ass, never her pussy. With the strap-on she craves pretending to be a young stud, rather than a young slut. And studs have assholes, not pussies.

"You fuckin' her now, huh Brad?" Bobby asked, confirming what he sensed was happening, and I guessed from the tone of his voice that Bobby yearned for some more of my tool between his own cheeks. I smiled to myself; I love to rule studs with my big cock. So finally I pulled it out of Tina, urging her to withdraw from Bobby. Now I had the two of them kneel, butts raised nice and high. 

I went back and forth, fucking one asshole, then the other, as Bobby fisted his shaft and Tina fingered her pussy. Finally I heard Bobby grunt and, looking down, could see him shooting his spunk all over the rug as I pumped it inside him. Then came Tina's familiar moaning and squealing as she got herself off, her fingers going crazy as I reamed out her rectum. Then it was my turn.

"Okay, up here," I said as the two of them whipped around, bringing their faces close as I lifted my cock to them.

"Now open wide," I told them as they pressed their cheeks together and opened their mouths. I massaged my dick slowly, getting it to just the right pitch, and then I blasted just about the biggest load ever all over their two faces and into their waiting, hungry mouths, pearly gobs dripping off their lips.



The Deal



I never meant for this to happen, when my mother had married into money it had just been a perk that we'd get to go to a famous private school, live in a gorgeous antebellum mansion, and have everything we could ever want handed to us on a silver platter. Unfortunately it had come with a downside. 

When I came home my mother eyed the dress bag I held in my arms with a wary expression.

"So it's a costume party?" She asked "I don't know if this is such a good idea-"

I set the bag down on the expensive marble counter with a huff.

"I thought you wanted me to try to fit in, mother." I rolled my eyes at her, trying to act casual, I'd told her it was a costume party. How could I ever explain the truth.

"I just don't like the idea of you going out all alone."

"Mom it's just a party, what trouble could I possible get into?" I sighed, playing the part. .

"I'm serious, sweetheart." My mother stood and came over to me "This is a nice town, but it has it's ghost like any other." 

It was so strange looking at her now, this time last year everything had been so different. Although even wearing jeans pulled out of a salvation army bin and with her hair always in a ratty pony tail my mother, like my older sister, had been unnaturally pretty. She'd been working all night at Dolly's twenty four hour diner when Nathan Rosewood had walked in the door and fallen instantly in love. It only came up later that he was a billionaire. They'd married and he'd moved us all into his mansion here, in Blackriver, Massachusetts a town with money older than the united states itself. Now all of her clothes, just like the ones that now filled my brand new walk in closet, that cost a small fortune and with the her new stylish bob she barely resembled the woman I had called "mom" all my life. 

"I'll be fine, mother."

She bit her lip, obviously nervous.

"Is Jude going?" she looked at me worriedly, smoothing my hair.

"I don't know, mother." I groaned even though I did. 

"Well hasn't he talked with you about it?" She frowned. 

"Mother, it's not like we're besties." I eyed the door to the foyer, looking for an escape

"I am going, actually. I was just going to pick up my costume now" I can practically hear the sarcasm in his voice. 

I felt my stomach churn as my stepbrother appeared in the doorway, the keys to his camero in hand. I glared at him, the most nauseating thing about Jude was his heart stopping good looks. Long unkempt coal black hair, with golden eyes that burned into my skin, chiseled angular features that made him seem almost wolf like especially with his russet gold skin, his own mother had been half native American and he'd inherited her dark beauty. He wore a black leather jacket and faded jeans that did nothing to mask the lean muscle he'd earned from years on the fencing team. His gaze followed me and I left the room in a stormy temper, his luscious lips set in a frown. 

"Oh good!" My mother smiled at him, her face full of relief. 

"Yeah, great." I mumbled as I trudged up the stairs, my combat boots pounding at the creaky wood until I had made it to the safety of my room.

To be honest the mansion, the wealth, all the perfection and beauty made me uncomfortable. I had been happy in our crappy apartment, our potato and egg dinners, working hard for everything I wanted. This place was too large, there was nothing but space now. My room was the only space I felt comfortable in. My mother hadn't wanted me to decorate it myself, she'd offered to have a professional come in to make it "beautiful". Surprisingly, it had been Nathan who'd talked her out of it.

"She's eighteen now, Marie. Let her have this space for herself." He'd said and gave me a credit card to buy everything I wanted. As far as step fathers go, he wasn't doing too bad. 

So I had made it my own, I'd painted the walls the deepest purple I could find, hung lights around the ceiling, decorated it entirely from a strange little antique shop I'd found in Salem, and Nathan had surprised me with a beautiful black iron canopy bed that I now collapsed on, kicking off my boots, pulling of my sweater and jeans, preferring to lay under the silk of the canopy in my new, expensive black lace panties and plain white under shirt, my bra tossed away with the rest of my clothing. I dozed, laying on top of the sheets, my mind so full with my own annoyed thoughts.

It's around midnight when I woke, changed and left under the pretense of the "costume party". Once I was out of site, I made my way to the guest house that was a few hundred feet from the mansion, separated by of wall of pines. Underneath my coat I shiver, this outfit truly is stupid, but it's a small price to pay to keep my sister's good name in tact. I remember when Jude had first come to me with DVD.

"It's a perk from some porn company my dad works with." He'd handed it to me as soon as I'd entered the secluded classroom the other day. "Imagine who I'd see on the cover."

It was my sister, a few weeks ago she'd been approached by some guys who'd wanted to have sex, she'd agreed and without her knowing they'd filmed her. I'd only found out when Jude showed me the movie that the MEGAPIXX company wanted to release. My sister was the head cheerleader, student council vice president, a straight A student, and probably the most gorgeous girl in existence.

Five foot nine, long thick blonde hair, almond shaped blue eyes, long legs, athletic body, and a dazzling smile she was an all American girl. It had been a mistake and I couldn't let this ruin her life, so when Jude offered me this deal I accepted it without question. As I scurried across the lawn to the guest house which is filled with light, I find myself slightly frightened walking through the dark forest alone. He liked it out here in the darkness and seclusion, but I felt much to much like little red riding hood going running for the big bad wolf.

"Why so serious, Bianca?"

I have to cover my mouth with my hand to keep from shrieking as Jude appears in the darkness.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Jude." I try to calm my raging heart beat as he grins "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Scared of the woods, little red?"

He tugs on one of my pig tails as he passes me, "little red" is his nickname for me. He thinks it's funny that while my mother and sister are both tall leggy blonde's my hair is a dark auburn and I stand just short of 5'5.

"Would you cut that out!?" I shove his hand away "Let's go inside, it's creepy out here."

"Whatever you say, little red." He grins with that hungry wolfish expression of his. 

I hurry past him and into the guest house. 

For a guest house it's gorgeous, with expensive furniture and built like a cabin for a millionaire.

Despite how much I dislike it, I can never stop marveling at the splendor in this world.

I hear the door close behind me.

"Take off the coat." He orders in a quiet voice. 

Reluctantly, I unbutton my coat and drop it to the floor. 

I stand there in the white lace teddy he'd bought at a local lingerie store and left for me to pick up.

I blushed, it was almost completely see through, underneath I wore thigh high stockings and garters that connected to the underwear set of the same lacy material. 

"Good." He whispered, I could feel him right behind me. "Now, what did I tell you to call me?"

"M-master." I stammer, my cheeks full of heat. 

"Good, girl." His rough hands caress my arm, light as a ghost. "Turn towards me."

I do and I'm shocked by the hunger in his eyes, he reaches down and rips the night gown from seam to top, I gasp.

Now I'm even more revealed than before, my arms wrap around to cover my nipples which stand up at attention under the rough lace bra. 

"Put your hands at you sides, NOW." He says gruffly. 

I shake my head, tears prick at my eyes.

"Please, can we stop."

"We made a deal, Bianca." He stares down at me with those burning golden eyes "I make sure that MEGAPIXX doesn't release your sister's video and you do anything I ask. That was the deal."

"I-I know."

"So hands at your sides and address me properly, do you understand?"

"Y-yes master." I lock my arms at my sides.

"Good." He takes my chin in his big hand "Now look at me, I want to see those big green eyes."

I examine his handsome, hard features and shudder as his hands travel from my shoulders to my arms, to my bare stomach, to my thighs.

He lays a kiss on my shoulder, I stifle a cry at the warmth of his lips.

He pulls the elastics from my hair and lets my long wild auburn curls loose, I tremble beneath his touch, afraid. He runs a hands through it while the other ghosts over my breasts. Finally he sighs and lets me go. 

"Go up stairs and lay on the bed." He turns away "I'll be there soon." 

Without a word I do, I walk up the stairs and once I am safely behind the heavy oak doors, I lay back on the bed and cry. The cloud like comforter of California king bed envelopes me as my tears fall down my face, I try to stifle my tears when I hear the door open. I cover my face with my hands, pulling my thighs tight together.

"Why are you crying?" He asks, suddenly his voice is quiet and gentle.

"Please don't look at me, master." I beg of him. 

"I asked you a question, answer me." But the order isn't the same with this gentle voice.

"I'm afraid." I choke out.

"Why?"

"I'm a virgin."

He goes quiet, it was something he wasn't aware of perhaps. I guess he assumed because my sister was into things like this, I would be too. But no man has ever touched me and I am afraid, this was not how I pictured loosing my virginity.

"This isn't what you wanted is it?" He's closer to me now, I can feel the heat of his skin, but I don't dare peek out from behind me hands.

I don't answer.

"I bet you wanted it to be with a prince charming, candles everywhere, gentle touches. Is that right?"

He's right, but I don't say anything.

"Look at me, Bianca." I feel a weight on the bed, shifting above me.

I can't.

"Please." his voice is so close. 

Hesitantly, I pull my hands away and look up at my new stepbrother. 

He is so handsome, so painfully gorgeous I can't even find my breath.

"I am sorry." He whispered, his breath hot "I am not prince. You must think I'm disgusting."

I felt the warmth of his hands gliding up my thighs, caressing my stomach with a touch as soft as a whisper, this touch belonged to someone else, not the angry eyed sullen boy I had seen before. 

"I..don't" I whimpered.

"Tell my what you want." His face is placid, but his eyes burn with golden determination.

He smelled of freshly cut grass and spicy soap. I hadn't felt the touch of another person for so long, preferring to put up walls of indifference to keep everyone out. I missed it, something I hadn't realized till now. So I leaned into the touch, as it slid up and down my body, lips traces my collar bones, making their way slowly up, where he stopped inches from my lips. 

"Tell my what you want, Bianca."

"Kiss me, please...master." I begged, my own hands which had before

His kiss tasted like mint as his lips crashed into mine with an intensity I instantly felt as well. I was desperate, my hands came unglued from my sides and hesitantly touched his face caressing the stubble that scratched at my fingers. He growled they traveled further into his dark hair, pulling at it as her bruised my lips with his passionate kiss. Loosing myself in the kiss, my hands moved to slip under his cotton t-shirt and traveled over his lean muscled and burning skin. Breaking away from my lips, he rips of the shirt and I look upon the golden beauty of his body. We crash together again, this time as he nibbles at my neck his hand pull at the flimsy linger and tear it away releasing my breasts, the cold air instantly made my nipples harden. He kisses me again as I whimper underneath him, his warm hands pinch my nipple and I gasp. He leaves my lips to suckle on them, his tongue suckling on them hungrily. I cry out, my nipples are so sensitive and I instantly feel the moisture gather in me. 

"M-master! I...ah!"

He softly nibbled my left nipple and I moan. I want him and I'm afraid of him at the same time.

Suddenly his gentle fingers find their way down my stomach, sliding into my panties. I cry out as he find the moisture that he has caused in me.

"You're soaked." He says gruffly his features are full of animalistic aggression.

"Oh god, please it's not clean down there!" I moan. 

He chuckles and inserts his fingers inside me. 

I cry out as those long fingers rubbed my clitoris softly, massaging my left breast with his other hand and his lips cover mine his tongue working with mine. He looks into my eyes as he pinches my clit, and I almost melt and just about scream under his lips. He's enjoying this, I can feel his hard package through his jeans.

He pulls away and slides down to face my thighs. Instantly I pull them together, afraid.

"Open you legs, Bianca." He puts his strong hands on my knees.

I groan and let him pull them apart, my will breaking.

"You smell like summer." He whispers and slips off my panties. 

"Please, master."

"Don't."

I look at him, he hovers over my legs and looks at me intensely.

"What?" I whisper hoarsely.

"Say my name." He lowers himself and his hot breath is on my pussy, driving me crazy. " Say it now."

"Jude."

He began working away at me, his tongue swirling inside me, I moaned and clinched the sheets, crying out as he went down harder.

"Jude, Jude." I moan.

His fingers insert into me roughly and I cry out.

"Jude, oh god. Jude!"

He gently bites my clit and brings me to a climax.

As I lay panting on the sheets, a sliver of moonlight illuminated the room and Jude comes up and kisses me. I pull him tighter.

"Tell me what you want." He pants as I trace his collar bone with my lips.

"I want you." I surprise myself with my bold declaration.

"Tell me!" He orders, gently taking my neck in one hand.

"Please." I feel tears prick at my eyes.

Suddenly I'm tearing at his belt, pulling down his jeans and I'm stunned by his size. 

It's long a thick and beautiful, he takes my hand and puts it around him.

I gasp, it's so warm and twitching at my touch.

"Lay back." He whispers into my ear.

"Jude." I whimper looking at him helplessly "I'm afraid."

It's then that he remembers my virginity and his expression softens, he smooths my wild hair and places a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Don't worry." He kisses my lips "I'll be gentle."

So I lay back, tense all over.

"Relax." He adjusts himself "I'll go in slow, ok?"

I try to relax.

"One muscle at a time." He sighs in my ear and touches my forehead.

He traces my body, my muscles relax as his fingers slide over them, and gently he's pushing himself in, I focus on his eyes, his lips and not the pain that burns as he pushes his penis into me. 

Then suddenly he breaks through, slamming into me. I scream and he pulls me into his arms. My hands claw at his back.

"It's in." He pants.

"It hurts."

"Just hold onto me, I swear it won't hurt long." He holds me like a child, wrapped around him as he gentle pulls me onto his lap moving slowly in and out of me.

One arm supports my back and the other squeezes my ass, I bury my face in the crook of his neck tears stain my face.

"Bianca." He whispers "Look at me."

I do and he kisses me passionately and begins to move harder, faster. I begin to moan, the pain transforming into something more. Something that makes my head spin.

My head whips back, my back arches and I moan again, Jude buries his face in chest, his mouth suckles my nipple teasing it with the slightest touch of his teeth.

Harder, faster we fuck in rhythm, I have lost my shyness I buck against him and we fall back onto the bed, my hands claw at his back, his ass, his hair. I want it all, all of him.

"Fuck me, oh god, please fuck me." I cry as he nibbles my neck, groaning above me.

"Bianca, say it. Say my name." He looks at me, his eyes hold some sort of desperation.

I kiss his deep cheekbones, my hands cup his face as he hammers into my pussy more and more.

"Jude, Jude, Jude" I crying it now, tears flow down my cheeks, unashamed "I want you, I need you, Jude!"

We climax together, he catches my mouth in a kiss as me both moan.

He holds onto me for a long time, even as he pulls out of me, spooning my naked ravaged body.

"Stay with me, Bianca." He whispers. 

Jude Rosewood is not a man who begs, but his voice is dangerously close to it.

"Ok." I roll over and press myself into his chest, nuzzling into his neck. "I'll stay."

In his arms I fall asleep, content.

Little did I know that our dealing was not yet over. Things were about to get very, very complicated.



The Deal



This is a sequel to my story in Transsexuals & Crossdressers, 'Rush', but reading that probably isn't that necessary to understanding this.

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When one of the Delta U seniors had texted Matt that morning to let him know that the pledges next task would take place this afternoon, and it would involve streaking the campus, with the fastest finishers winning the best chance of advancing towards full initiation, Matt decided that he'd had enough. Delta U always started pledge season with way more guys than they planned on having join and there was no way Matt was putting up with any more of this crap. He might have tried the task and dealt with the humiliation if he thought he was likely to get into Delta U by doing so, but Matt had never been much of a runner and he reckoned at least half of his fellow delta U pledges were faster than him, and there were several more he was unsure about.

The thing was unlike most of his peers, Matt wasn't stuck with the initial frat he'd allowed his family to convince him to rush. And so Matt stood in the office of the president of alpha phi, and told their president, Oliver, that he was seriously been considering the offer of an expedited membership with Alpha Phi that Oliver had tacitly made him the previous day when he'd been caught sneaking around at the suggestion of a Delta U senior Oliver knew.

Matt wasn't entirely sure where he stood with Oliver, his decision to answer Matt's attempted theft from him with a hand job and the offer of a place in his frat was a baffling one. But Oliver had been friendly and accommodating, not to mention flatteringly convinced that, with the aid of Alpha Phi, Matt could go far. A mystery, but a better option than the pointless trials and humiliation offered by Delta U. It was time to make the trip he'd been considering for several days now.

*

"You understand that you'll be technically equal to all of the other pledges? We both know that you're by far my personal favourite, but personal favour from me isn't a part of being in the frat."

Matt nodded, Oliver couldn't be unfair in his duties as frat president, personal favours needed to stay personal, and likely be repaid in kind.

"You also understand that since you've skipped most of the initiation you'll need to comply with whatever extra tasks I set if you want to hold onto the place I'm offering?"

Matt hesitated, wondering if he ought to try and negotiate exactly what these tasks would entail, but he remembered Oliver's words from their last meeting. Oliver was a mystery, but he also seemed fair and respectable, Matt felt he could trust that the bargain would be fair. He nodded his acquiescence.

"Great." Oliver smiled. "First order of business, get yourself out of those jeans."

Matt tugged off his jeans, having to kick off his sneakers to get then past his ankles, and then in a burst of inspiration and confidence removed his shirt also so he was stood before Oliver in just his underwear.

"Not dressed up for me today?" Oliver asked, looking disappointed.

Matt shook his head, feeling irrationally guilty.

"What I was wearing last time..." he said, "...Well I could hardly take them down to the laundry room in the dorms."

"No," Oliver agreed, before continuing, "putting them in a machine might damage them, they'll need washing by hand and I can hardly blame you for being too busy for that right now."

Matt felt his face heat at the idea of standing at his dorm sink, holding the panties in his hands, and scrubbing at the dried come. There would be no way he could do that without remembering how they had gotten stained in the first place, Oliver's strong hands rubbing the satin against Matt's cock, and Oliver fully dressed but hot and hard against Matt's back. Yeah, that would be fun to explain to his roommate.

"Anyway," Oliver said. "Since they aren't adding anything to the view you ought to take them off." He pointed to Matt's boxer briefs.

Matt only hesitated for a moment. While Oliver hadn't seen Matt fully naked last time the panties hadn't hidden much, especially not once Oliver had gotten his hands on Matt. If anything total nakedness, even half hard just from taking, was more normal than clothed only in fancy women's under things.

Oliver eyed Matt with a grin. "Has anybody ever told you that you're lovely?" When Matt shook his head Oliver laughed. "Aren't people stupid? Come and sit just here now, will you."

He gestured to his desk and Matt obeyed. But, before he could get settled, Oliver pulled Matt's hips forward so that he was not so much sat on the desk as perched with his ass hanging off the edge of it, sprawled back, half laying down, with his weight on his forearms. Matt lay uncertain as Oliver looked at him appraisingly for what felt like an age, before crying out embarrassingly loudly when Oliver dropped unexpectedly to his knees and licked a long hot stripe up Matts cock. He bucked his hips a little and Oliver slapped him lightly on the inner thigh, something which embarrassingly did exactly nothing to diminish Matt's erection.

So focused on Oliver's tongue on his cock was Matt that he didn't even register what Oliver was doing with his free hand until he felt the light press of what had to be Oliver's finger pushing into his ass.

It was a comfortable fit, barely physically noticeable except for the strangeness of it, but Matt still squirmed, pushing up on his hands to be able to address Oliver properly.

"You... I'm not sure..." Matt began, voice falling off as Oliver's finger moved, shifting it's angle in Matt's hole as Oliver stroked his inner passage.

Stroking the inside of Matt's ass Oliver said, "Relax, I'm not planning on doing anything you won't enjoy. Trust me."

The strange thing was Matt sort of did. He wondered if Oliver's powers of persuasion were innate, or if they were learned. And if the latter, if he could convince Oliver to teach him whatever the trick was.

Right now though he was quite happy to let Oliver keep his mouth occupied as it was, his tongue flicking at the head of Matt's cock and distracting him from the bizarre feeling of the finger in his ass.

As if he had some way of knowing that Matt was starting to feel settled, a second of Oliver's fingers pressed up against Matt's hole. But before protest could even cross Matt's mind, Oliver stopped the teasing licks and instead took Matt's cock into his mouth, the hot, wet heat of it making it so Matt was too focused on the pleasure of his dick to even really notice the stretch of a second finger in his ass.

Oliver sucked him down, and then pulled back so Matt felt a second of exposure to the cool air before Oliver bobbed his head again and the overwhelming pleasure returned.

The sensation was too much for him to continue to hold himself up with his arms so he lay back on the desk and embraced the feelings as Oliver added a third finger.

Matt realised with surprise that he was not just thrusting into Oliver's mouth, but also down towards Oliver's hand, pressing Oliver's fingers deeper into his ass. Despite his expectations, Oliver's fingers inside of him felt just as good as Oliver's mouth on his cock. The stretch was new and a little peculiar but the feeling was good enough that he almost wouldn't have minded if Oliver stopped blowing him as long as his fingers kept working at this unfamiliar spot he'd found within Matt.

He felt his thighs start to shake and shut his eyes, gasping as he came. He felt Oliver swallow and the fingers slip out of his ass as he held onto the desk and took slow, steadying breaths.

As the pleasure daze faded he realised that Oliver had his own cock out and was jerking it with the same hand he'd just fingered Matt with, his eyes hungry.

Oliver gasped and Matt felt the warm spray of Oliver's come across his ass cheeks, and then, stranger still, felt some of it sliding down to drip into his stretched open hole. He clenched in surprise. It was a faint feeling, the drops of Oliver's come only slightly warmer than the friction heated lube, but the idea was in some ways more penetrating than three of Oliver's large fingers had been.

He clenched his ass against the disquieting sensation as he got to his feet. He was fairly certain that only a small amount of Oliver's come was inside him, but the idea that it might drip out would have made him flush if we weren't already blushing to the fullest extent his body was capable of.

He looked up at Oliver, who was calmly tucking himself back into his trousers, only the slightest haste to this breath giving away that he was anything other than perfectly calm.

"So we have a deal?" Matt asked trying to keep his voice steady and his goal in mind.

Oliver nodded and Matt couldn't help but grin, despite how overwhelmed he was by the situation.

"God," Oliver said with a smirk, "The things I could do to you..."



The Deal



"I want you to suck it," Gerald pleaded with Anna as she slid her soft, warm fist up and down the length of his rigid cock.

She rolled her eyes at him, replying, "Of course you do. But that wasn't the deal." Her red-nailed right hand ceased its slow, steady pumping and rested momentarily against his balls and pubic hair, fingers tightening around the base of his shaft. "The deal was that you keep your mouth shut, don't fidget, don't grab, and don't try to turn this into anything more than it is, or I stop." She released her grip and pulled her hand away, holding it just a few inches from his purplish-red erection. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," he whimpered, like a badly behaved child in a toy store who has been warned to straighten up or go home empty handed.

Anna smiled, but the expression was somehow more stern than warm. "Good," she said curtly. "Now shut up and let me milk the cum from your balls."

Gerald couldn't help but loose a breathless moan as she once again took his turgid member into her palm and wrapped her long, thin fingers around its growing circumference. Anna was so incredibly hot, and the feeling of fucking her smooth, tightly clenched fist was positively mind-blowing. 

As she resumed her rhythmic stroking of his engorged manhood, he bit down on his lower lip and looked her over. Her legs were long and lean, like those of a cheerleader or a professional dancer, the short denim skirt riding high up her honey-hued thighs, the neatly pedicured nails of her bare toes painted bright crimson to match her fingernails. The white football jersey she wore was loose and baggy, yet was not large enough to conceal the size and heft of her all-natural 38D tits. The top had a V-neck, which hung low enough as she leaned forward to massage his hard-on that it gave him a nice view of the deep, tantalizing cleavage created by the lacy, silk bra beneath. Despite her apparently clinical – even resentful – attitude toward giving him a handjob, Anna's nipples were hard enough to poke insistently at the fabric of shirt and brassiere alike, as if trying to tear their way through to freedom.

Her right hand nearing the apex of another delightful slide up his pulsing meat, Anna reached over with her left and took a gentle hold of his heavy ball sac. Pulsing, electric pleasure racing up every nerve in his sensitive rod and scrotum, Gerald gazed at her lovely face, the full mane of auburn hair cascading down over her shoulders, her fiery green eyes looking down at his exposed crotch and admiring her work as she went skillfully about it, her lush, pink lips pursed with the determination of a an artist or craftsman wholly engrossed in their craft.

"You know," she said, almost reluctantly, "you actually do have a pretty nice cock."

"Thanks," he replied. "Do you want..."

A sharp glare from those blazing emerald eyes abruptly shut him up. As much as he wanted to plunge his dick into her beautiful mouth and undoubtedly equally lovely twat, he couldn't bear the thought of her getting him this worked up and then leaving him with an agonized, unrelieved woody. There was too much time left in the game, and he had no desire to have to excuse himself to the bathroom and finish his aching pecker off on his own.

Anna held her warning stare for another second before glancing up at the clock on the wall. The corners of her lips turned down with a hint of worry. "I think we'd better hurry this along," she said, her fist gripping his pole tighter and increasing the tempo of its vertical pumping motion. The fingers of her left hand squeezed insistently at his bulging testicles, stoking the liquid contents within to prepare them for expulsion. "Just be a good boy," she purred, her voice now sweet and seductive, "and let me have all the nice, sticky cum you've got in there."

The faster, more urgent strokes and abrupt softening of her tone immediately brought Gerald to the brink of orgasm. Blinding, volcanic pressure built up just below the broad, fat head of his cock, the fingers of Anna's left hand dancing nimbly over the electrified flesh of his gonads, her right wrist a flickering blur as her clutching hand pulled every drop of semen from his sac and coaxed it up the length of his shaft. 

He wanted to grab her and pull her head down into his lap, forcing his dick down her throat so she could swallow the heavy load she'd caused him to generate, but he didn't dare. Instead, he dug his white-knuckled fingers into the plush cushions of the sofa, gripping for dear life as the muscles in his legs locked and he felt sweet release coming fast.

"That's a good boy," Anna hummed, a wicked smile now crossing her pretty lips. "Cum for me, like you've always, always wanted to!" She squeezed his dick and balls even tighter, her hand furiously jerking at the blood-hot prick.

"OH FUCK!" Gerald shouted, thrusting his hips up off the couch as the tip of his cock exploded in Anna's milking grip. The first rope of pearly seed shot out, flying into the air, arcing and spattering onto the finished oak coffee table. 

Anna couldn't help but gasp at the intensity and trajectory of the initial jet. Nor could she avoid being grateful that it hadn't landed in the plate of still-warm nachos she'd made earlier.

Gerald was literally fucking her fist now, thrusting forward to meet her strokes as he fired off four more salvos of ivory nut milk from the muzzle of his cannon. The room was spinning, his vision narrowed to a tunnel framed in ethereal white. Earthquake after explosive earthquake rocked his body from within, white-hot pleasure emanating in molten waves from the epicenter at the head of his manhood. 

Impressed by the ferocity with which he came in her hand, Anna kept right on pulling and tugging at his climaxing tool and kneading his depleted plums until he collapsed on the cushions and abruptly reached out to push her hands away. Wholly satisfied with herself, she watched with a smug smile as Gerald lay there and endured a full minute and a half of jolting aftershocks.

When he'd concluded his post-release tremors, she reverted back to her stern, parental tone. "Now can we watch the football game without you eye-raping me all day?"

Gerald grunted his compliance.

"Good," she said. "Hurry up and get yourself cleaned up." As he picked himself up off the sofa and staggered into the downstairs bathroom, jeans still down around his thighs, Anna hurriedly cleaned the gooey ejaculate off the carpet and coffee table with a handful of the NFL-licensed napkins she'd bought for their weekly Sunday gatherings.

No sooner had Gerald returned from the bathroom than the front door opened, Mike walking in with a case of beer in his hand. "Hey, guys!" he said. 'Did I miss anything?"

"No, baby," Anna replied, rising from the couch and moving to give her husband of five wonderful years a warm, loving kiss on the lips. "We paused the game so we could wait for you."

Mike grinned at his beautiful young bride. "You didn't have to do that. You're too good to me." Kissing her again, he turned and headed off toward the kitchen. "Who wants a beer?" he asked as he disappeared into the other room.

"Better bring three, babe," Anna said, moving back to her normal place on the reclining chair beside the couch. "By this point, we all probably need to replenish our fluids." She flashed a mischievous smile at her brother, who seemed suddenly wracked with guilt over what they'd done behind his brother's back. He didn't even look at her, but sat slumped in the seat, his gaze fixed blankly on the frozen image on the television set. Again, she rolled her eyes at him. After years of Gerald ogling her and flirting with her and secretly begging her for sex, she finally gives him a little and all he can do is sit there like a wounded puppy dog, mired in shame!

She grabbed a throw pillow and tossed it at Gerald. When he looked sullenly up at her, she silently mouthed the words, "That's the last time! Ever!" 

But as her husband returned from the kitchen with their ice cold beers, Anna knew those words were a bold-faced lie. Indeed, the moment she saw that great big cock she'd been rebuffing since the night before her wedding exposed in its full, erect glory, she knew that she'd eventually have to taste it. The instant she'd wrapped her hands around it and realized just how incredibly long and thick it was, much bigger in every measurable way than that of her betrothed, she knew she couldn't go much longer without knowing what it felt like to have her pussy and her tight little asshole stuffed to the hilt with it. And now that she knew she could dictate the terms and conditions of any tryst they might share without him trying to assume control, there was no good reason not to avail herself of his impressive tool whenever she got the opportunity.

Taking a swig of beer, Mike picked up the remote and hit the "Play" button on the DVR. On the flat screen TV, the game resumed, as though it had never stopped. Mike turned to his brother, giving him a friendly punch on the shoulder. "I've got a good feeling about today, bro! I think we're finally going to get a win!"

Gerald smiled and nodded half-heartedly in response, but Anna could see his mind was as far from football as it could possibly be. She sighed, knowing that it was going to take a fair amount of work to get her previously very forward brother past the guilt stage and into the swing of a steady diet of his brother's cock-hungry wife. But with her palm still hot from gripping his fat dick, and the awe-inspiring sight of his cum geyser spraying all over the living room of her happy little home still fresh in her mind, she felt confident that that work was going to be a hell of a lot of fun. 

Glancing at the two brothers sitting side-by-side on the couch, she wondered if she could somehow get Mike to go back to the store at halftime...



The Deal



I am under her desk. 

She has tied my hands behind my back, tied my ankles together, and tied them together in a hogtie.

I wouldn't dream of screaming for help but just to make sure she's stuffed some worn stockings in my mouth and covered them with duct tape. 

She's pressing her sexy feet against my taped mouth. 

They feel so good against my face. 

She's working on a project and that's why she has me under the desk. 

She begins to speak.

"So how are you doing down there?" she asks playfully. 

"Great," I try to respond but with the gag in my mouth it comes out "mmmppphhh."

"I didn't hear you, how are you doing?" she asks again.

I again try to respond but of course the gag makes it come out as "mmmmppphhh" yet again.

"Speak up!"

"Mmmmppphhhh"

"Well if you aren't going to speak up then I won't give you a special treat."

"Mmmmppphhh."

She often does this with me.

It's part of our play. 

I'm here of my own free will.

I'm here because we made a deal. 

But what kind of deal would have me tied up and gagged by a beautiful woman on the floor using me as a footrest while she did her work? 

Perhaps it's best to start this story at the beginning.

I am a man with a lot of ambition but I was at a point where I had seen many career reverses. 

I am someone who believes in myself but you can have all the faith, education, work ethic, intelligence, creativity, and all the other qualities that people say brings you success in the world but if you don't have others who are believing in you, who are fighting for you, and are all alone in the world then usually those people who try and put obstacles and stumbling blocks in your way succeed no matter how much effort you put forth. 

The idea that all it takes is hard work to succeed is patent bullshit.

The McDonald's worker and the janitor work far harder than the currency speculator but the currency speculator can make more in an hour than they can in a lifetime. And then the working poor are blamed for their condition. 

When I met Emily I was at a career and life low point. 

I found myself isolated and stifled and I was close to losing all hope in the world. I had all the faith in myself in the world and the belief I could achieve whatever goal I put my mind to but I was still blocked unfairly through the negativity of others. 

I can still remember it like it was yesterday. 

I was sitting in the local coffee shop reading a book when she walked in and walked up to me. 

"So what is a Benazir Bhutto?" she asked. 

"She was a Pakistani political leader who fought to modernize her country and improve the status of women in her country who was assassinated before she could fulfill her potential," I replied.

"Interesting topic for a book but not what I see people read in here. Usually they'll be reading poetry, or something about John Lennon, or other hippie indie rock bullshit."

"Well I've always read about the great men and women of history because I've always wanted to achieve greatness for myself and have my place in the annals of posterity but so far my life is not turning out that way."

And so began our first conversation.

We sat and talked for an hour and then I had to go.

I figured I'd never meet her again but it wasn't a week later when I ran into her grocery shopping.

We chatted for a bit and I got a glance of her feet in those high heels she was wearing but quickly looked away hoping she didn't notice. Of course we soon departed each other and I went on about my business. 

We had several chance meetings and over time became acquaintances and even began to develop a bit of a friendship. 

It soon go to the point where Emily and I would have lunch once a week or so. 

My career was still going nowhere and I complained about that constantly, and about the unfairness I had suffered, while talking about my goals. She'd roll her eyes whenever I did and preferred talking intellectual subjects with me. 

Finally a day came when she called me up. 

"So Adrian, what are you doing today?"

"Well not much. I figured I was going to go out to the range and practice a bit, hunting season will be starting soon and I'd like to get a 20 point this season."

"Well, think you can spare some time for me? I think you'd have more confidence if you were dressed better so I want to take you shopping and buy you a suit. Would you be willing to put off becoming a better shot for a day for that?"

"I guess I can."

"Great!"

She picked me up from the house and took me to the mall and we began looking at suits and other things. She bought me a new wardrobe and even took me to a pawn shop and bought me a used Bulova. She ran her own office and made a six figure income, which was very impressive for her age, and so she could afford it but I still felt a bit bad about her buying me all of this and not being able to return it. 

Throughout the day try as I might to avoid it I had glanced many glances of her feet which were just so pretty and several times after coming out of the changing rooms when she complimented me on how good I looked it started to make a rising occur down there. 

After we finished shopping she took me out to dinner at a fine restaurant and asked for a private room. 

While we waited on dinner she began speaking to me. 

"Adrian..."

"Yes Emily?"

"I noticed today that you were staring at my feet often and I've seen this from you several times."

Good God, she had noticed. 

But why was she bringing this up after spending so much money on me? 

"You've done this even when you talk to me. Now I am used to guys constantly staring at my breasts and having to tell them to look up at my eyes but this... I mean what's this about Adrian? Why stare at my feet? Do you just have a problem making eye contact with me or something?"

I knew I was about to lose a friend. She'd probably even take back the suit and even stick me with the bill for this meal. I decided to go ahead and tell her the truth. 

And I told her everything. I told her about my foot fetish. I told her about my desire to be dominated by a woman who I could trust to guide and protect me. I told her about everything. I also told her that part of my problem had been I'm not one of these people who lack self-respect who is a doormat and I told her how this had always made me uncomfortable and tormented me and that it had been an impediment to me ever trying to form a serious romantic relationship. 

I bared my soul to Emily and had never felt lower in my life.

I couldn't tell what Emily was thinking but then she started to speak. 

"Adrian, I want you to know that what you just did was very brave. Very few men would have courage like that. What you just did took far more strength then all these macho douchebags who can powerlift 700 lbs with one hand. Most of them wouldn't have the security in their own masculinity to tell me what you just did."

"So you're not creeped out? You don't think it is weird?"

"Adrian it's as weird as can be but see I'm just like you so I understand."

What?

Just like me? 

What did she mean?

"Adrian, since I was a teenager there I've known that dominating a man turns me on. The problem is so many men I've met who are into being dominated often lack self-respect, are often doormats, and those that aren't are usually married and pay a professional and hide it from their wives rather than having the courage to tell them and make it part of the relationship to make them stronger..." She started.

"But you Adrian, you have ambition, you have drive, you have goals, and dreams. You had the courage to tell me this but you also told me the things you won't do. That you have limits. You are the kind of man I always wished I could have submit to me. It would turn me on to dominate you. I noticed you staring at my feet the first time we met and kept a note of each glance. I've found that men who have foot fetishes are often into submitting to women so I asked you that to test you. You gave me the answer I was hoping to hear so I have a proposal to make to you."

"What is that Emily?"

"Adrian, you are such a charismatic and energetic personality but you have let life get you down and I can tell keeping this secret part of yourself hidden from the world has only made it worse and has only hurt your confidence. It's no fun to dominate a worm. I want to dominate a force. A power. Someone who is my equal mentally, spiritually, professionally, and socially and who perhaps is even on a higher level because dominating someone greater than you is the ultimate expression of dominance and sexual power. What fun is it to dominate someone who is a lowly slave? It is much more satisfying to have power over an equal. My ideal husband since I was a little girl was a man who'd conquer the world in the day but would come home to be at my service, to be bound by me, to ache for me, to conquer the world for me, but who'd still have the self-respect that if we had kids and found out one of them wasn't his would divorce me on the spot and not accept the abuse or disrespect."

"Emily?" I asked, sort of bewildered by her monologue. 

"Adrian, you might just be what I'm looking for. We get along as friends. Since we've met I've begun reading a little history too and I have a little experiment to try tonight. I want you to submit to me Adrian and I'm ready to make a deal with you."

"A deal?"

"Yes."

"What kind of deal?"

"I have the connections to help you get to where you want to go and if we were to get into a relationship and it went as far as it could go then of course we'd be a power couple with me having the ultimate power because while you were king to the outside world at home I'd be the Queen. So here is my deal. Be my little sub buddy for the next few months and we'll have a lot of fun and while you are submitting to me I'll help you in your career and as long as you submit to me I'll be in your corner. I can take you places you need to go and want to go, both in life and spiritually. You need my dominance Adrian. You need my guiding hand. I won't hurt you. There may be a little pain from time to time but I want you to enjoy this too. So will you give me a try? Will you submit to me? You want to be a king in life. Will you give me a try at being your Queen?"

"Yes Emily, I'll submit to you."

A smile came across her face.

"Ok Adrian, be a good king and get under the table, take off my shoe, and start kissing my foot to show your submission to your Queen."

I complied. Fortunately there was a tablecloth that flowed off the table so the wait staff couldn't see me but I heard the door open as he brought in our food. I took off my ring, got up from under the table and sat back in my seat.

"My ring fell under the table and I had to find it," I said, trying to provide cover for being under the table. 

The waiter just shrugged it off and we began eating and talking.

"Adrian..."

"Yes Emily?"

"It's time for you to submit to your Queen again."

"I can't use the ring excuse again."

"No you don't have to kiss my feet again. Right now. But how pretty are my feet?"

"Very pretty."

"And they turn you on?"

"Yes."

"Say yes my Queen for the rest of the time we are at this restaurant."

"Yes my Queen."

"Would you like to eat off of them, my king?"

"I would love to, my Queen."

"Well we've already eaten but I have an idea."

"What is it, my Queen?"

"You'll see."

The waiter came back in. 

Emily told him to draw the shades to the room, as this restaurant was famous for its private rooms that had blinds and gave him a tip and told him not to bring us two bottles of champagne and not disturb us for the next 30 minutes after which she'd pay the bill and to add three of the restaurants custom cloths that they sell to customers to the bill and bring them in.

He came back with the two bottles of champagne and the cloths and left and drew the shades and put the do not disturb sign on the door. This restaurant often hosts dignitaries who conduct important business and this perk has led it to being one of the most sought after restaurants in town for the city's elite. 

We wouldn't be disturbed for the time she said and perhaps a bit longer. 

Emily then got to work. 

She took off her shoe and took her stocking off of her foot. 

"You have no need for words right now Adrian. Your Queen knows what's best for you."

With that she stuffed the stocking in my mouth. She tied it in with a restaurant cloth. 

She took another cloth and tied my hands behind my back.

She then took her high heel and place it over my nose.

"Breathe in, Adrian. Breathe it in. Let it hypnotize you. You're safe now. Let your Queen guide you."

"Would you still like to eat off my feet? Nod if the answer is yes and shake your head if the answer is no."

I nodded. 

"Well we've got privacy for only a little while and if they brought in food I'd have to untie you but I have an idea."

With that she got up and picked up one of the bottles of champagne and brought it over to me. 

"Have you liked the taste of my stockings?"

I nodded. 

"You think I taste good?"

I nodded.

"Do you like the taste of champagne?"

I nodded. 

"Well today is your lucky day my king."

With that she took out the cloth and took off the stocking but didn't put it back on her foot. I assumed she was waiting on it to dry a bit though it hadn't been in my mouth long. 

"Want to know why it is your lucky day?"

"Yes, my Queen" I replied, already missing the gag a bit. 

"Well first my king I want you to ask me a question."

"What kind of question, my Queen?"

"Remember that Fergie song "Humps?"

I did and I've never really liked that song because I thought I was kind of stupid but I was wondering where this was going.

"Yes My Queen."

"You remember how the chorus goes?"

"Yes my Queen?"

"I want you to ask me what I'm going to do with all that junk, the way the song says."

"I'm confused my Queen."

"Just do it. Of course if you don't want to submit to me we can forget about our deal right now."

I wasn't about to let that happen. 

This girl was hot, she was dominating me, and she had told me that she'd help me professionally as part of dominating me. This was a dream come true and I was not going to ruin it. And after all we were in a private room in one of the most exclusive restaurants in town where privacy was respected, a restaurant I never would have been able to eat at if I wasn't her guest. And so I overcame all embarrassment and started singing.

"What you gonna do, what you gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?" I sang, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"I'ma get get get get you drunk, get you drunk, love off my humps," she responded.

"Do I have to continue, My Queen?"

"Don't you want to know what my humps are?"

"What are your humps, My Queen?"

"Look at my feet oh king. Look at how the arch is shaped. Isn't it a bit hump like?"

"I guess it is. But I thought that song was talking about something else, My Queen. The whole junk in the trunk thing and all."

"Well for the purposes of right here, right now my humps are in my feet and do you know what I'm going to do with them?"

"What my Queen?"

"I'ma get get get get you drunk, get you drunk, drunk off my humps. You said you loved my taste and you love the taste of champagne, now you get to have both at the same time."

With that she poured champagne into her high heel and brought it up to my mouth and began tipping it in so I could start drinking. In less than five minutes I had both bottles finished. 

"Ok my king, you did a good job. I'm going to untie you now and call them back in early. We'll have a regular dessert while we wait for the champagne to kick in. Then we'll go. The night is just getting started."

She untied me, called the waiter back in, and we had dessert, a really wonderful French pastry. 

She then paid the check and we back out to her car. The champagne was starting to kick in. 

"I know I told you to call me my Queen while we were at the restaurant but I want you to keep doing so now that were done, understand Adrian?

"Yes my Queen."

"Didn't you ever wonder why I bought several cloths seeing as I only gagged you with one in there, oh wise king?"

"It never crossed my mind, my Queen."

"Well, you'll find out soon. First we've got to run to the pet store real quick and then I have one more errand to run."

The hell, I thought but she was my way home and I was really feeling drunk now. 

We rode out to the pet store. She told me to wait inside and came back out with a large bed and brought it to the back of her crossover. She folded down the back seats into the cargo area and put the bed down. 

"Now you'll find out why I bought multiple cloths. First I want you to lay on that bed."

I complied.

"Put your hands behind your back."

I complied. 

I felt her start tying them again though it wasn't with stockings but felt sticky like tape. She soon tied my legs again as well. 

"You are my king, and I am your Queen, but while you submit to me you are also my pet and I take care of you but sometimes pets need to be quiet."

With that she took out a muzzle and gagged me with it. 

"And now for the finishing touches oh king Adrian."

She took the cloth and tied it over my eyes blindfolding me. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, and couldn't see. She really was dominating me and it was so hot. I wondered if I should be trusting her like this but I was so caught up in the pleasure of the moment. 

"I had to blindfold you. I don't want you to see the rest of your surprise. I bought the bed because I thought it would be uncomfortable to you to have your hands tied behind your back while sitting in the seat. I could have gagged you with something else but the muzzle was just a bonus my pet."

With that she stroked my face softly with a bit of a loving touch, got in the front seat and started driving. 

She ran her last errand and then we went back to her place. 

She went in for a little bit and then came back out and took off the blindfold, untied me, and mercifully took off the muzzle. 

She had changed. She had dressed into a costume that reminded me of how Ancient Egyptian women always look in the movies. 

"Come inside my king."

I complied. 

"I want you to go in the bedroom and put on the costume I bought for you."

I went in the bedroom and saw a toga and a wreathe and it looked like an Ancient Rome costume. 

I came back in the living room. 

"So my Queen, why are you dressed up like that and why did you want me to put this on?"

"Because we're going to play a game. I'm the Queen and you're the king I conquer. You don't have to say my Queen after everything I say for the rest of the night unless I ask you to again."

"Ok."

"See in talking to you and you talking to me about history I realize some of the most powerful men throughout history have submitted to dominant woman. Like the Roman Emperor Justinian and his consort Theodora. Theodora was clearly dominant and he ruled the world but she ruled him and it worked for both of them."

"So if we're playing Justinian and Theodora then why are you dressed in what looks like an Egyptian outfit. Theodora wasn't an Egyptian."

"No she wasn't. She also wasn't born a Queen. She was Queen over Justinian but he made her Queen. They were equals but she owed her status to him. But Julius Caesar was the most powerful man in the world and he was submissive sexually and I think unlike his critics claim he was submissive to women. He shaved his body hair. That's something women ask for. Cleopatra dominated him as a Queen who was born into it."

"But Caesar wasn't a king."

"No but he was killed because his enemies thought he wanted to be and his name has been used by kings as the title of their office for 2,000 years and he certainly ruled like a king."




The Deal



"So we are playing Caesar and Cleopatra tonight?"

"Yes. I thought you'd like it."

"But why Caesar and Cleopatra? We could have been Justinian and Theodora or even Herod Antipas and his wife that gave him his daughter."

"Because Cleopatra is Egyptian, mummies come from Egypt, and I am going to mummify you tonight."

"Mummify me?" 

I knew what mummification was because of these desires but what I wanted to see where this was going. 

"Yes, mummify you. Tonight I am the Egyptian Queen and you are my Roman mummy king."

"So what does that mean?"

"It means you lie down and be still while I go in the other room."

I complied. 

She came back with saran wrap and began wrapping it around me. Before she began she undid my belt where my dick was at attention and free it so it could be seen. She then wrapped me up good, immobilizing me, all but my head. 

"Alright oh ruler of the world, it's time for my mummy king to get Queened."

With that she sat on my face and told me to start licking. I did and ate her out thoroughly but she had been wearing edible panties so I had to get through those first. Soon I had her coming and she shrieked in screams of pleasure. 

"You did a good job my king. Now it's time for your reward."

She came up to me and gave me a passionate kiss and I wanted to break out of that saran wrap and ravage her. She then cut out the wrap that had let my dick openly pitch a tent since I had been wrapped up and she started riding me. 

She would work me to where I was going to cum then stop and do it again and she did this several times. I start looking at her with begging and pleading in her eyes. She had already cum once by my tongue and again while riding me. I was ready to cum. Finally she rode me to climax and I came and it was powerful. Loads and loads of cum came out of my dick. 

She got off my dick and then licked off all the excess from the wrap. 

"Was it good for you, Adrian?"

"Yes Emily. I feel so good right now."

"Well submitting to me is not just pleasure. There is devotion too and now that I have given you a treat I want to test your devotion. I'm going to gag you with the panties I wore tonight, put a worn stocking on your head, blindfold you, and ignore you for the next hour. You won't get any attention, you won't be able to move, you won't be able to see you won't be able to scream for help, won't be able to escape. You will be my little mummy prisoner. I think you'll be turned on so you'll want to jack yourself off but won't be able to. After an hour I'll come back and I'll ask you a question."

She gagged me with her worn panties and put tape over my mouth. She put the stocking over my head I saw her walk over to the refrigerator and get some wine out. She went in another room, got a blindfold, then came back and blindfolded me with it. I heard her walk back to her room. 

I laid there, mummified, unable to move, unable to see, unable to talk, thinking of her, inhaling her scent, and missing her. 

She was right about me being turned on and wanting to cum again. 

It got so bad I tried humping the air but the saran wrap held me back. 

After an hour she came back into the room and took off my gag.

"Now Adrian, I have to ask you that question."

"What is it Emily?"

"You've had a taste of my domination. There will be a lot of pleasure but there will also be times when I leave you tied up like that while I'm in another room to remind you who is in control and there will be times when I have to correct your behavior. Part of submitting to me is letting me mold you into the best you. I'll never try to change the core of who you are but I will refine you and improve you much as leaving a bottle of fine wine sitting around for 50 years does the same thing. Now you told me your hard limits and I won't cross them but you also told me things that you weren't in to but that weren't hard limits. When I need to correct you those will be some of the things I'll do. You have seen the softer side of my domination now you have to see the corrective side."

With that the panties went back into my mouth and she came back in the room with a ruler. 

"You told me that CBT, chastity, cuckolding, and some other painful things are off the table. But you never said anything about bastinado and I think you know what it is. Do you know what bastinado is? If so nod your head."

I nodded my head. 

"Ok, I am going to do some bastinado on you. It's going to hurt so you have to be gagged so the neighbors won't hear you scream. I want you to know you've done good tonight, I'm proud of you, have had a lot of fun, and I respect you and would like to play again. But I have to do this test on you to see if we can continue. If you fail I'll still help you some as part of the deal we first made but it won't be like if you were my main submissive. Pass it and you become my big project and I'll dominate you behind closed doors while helping to build you up in the outside world, helping you reach your goals, and there may even be a relationship down the line if you want."

"Are you willing to try this? Nod if yes. If no I'll untie you now and we'll forget about the deal."

I nodded my head. 

"Ready?"

I nodded my head. She left the room and came back with a paddle and started whipping my feet. It hurt but she kept reassuring me throughout it. 

"There there, baby. I know it hurts but you need this you just don't know it. I'm not trying to hurt you. Be strong. Be brave. The rewards I'll give you are worth this bit of discomfort."

She continued for several minutes. She then stopped and started kissing my feet. 

"Let my kiss take your pain away. You have nothing to fear. I'm hear for you. You did such a good job. I am so proud of you. You are so smart, and talented, and I understand you. Let my kiss make it all better."

Her kisses did start taking the pain away.

She then took the gag off. 

"Now Adrian, time for that question."

"Ok."

"Now if you submit to me I'll give you pleasure, I'll help your career, I'll help mold you into the best you you can be. You have all these dreams and I can help make them a reality. But I need a man to dominate and you need a woman to submit to. We can make a great team but understand while I'll never truly hurt you sometimes pain will be used by me on you. It does turn me on and that's part of it but I'll never violate your limits and if I use it to correct you I'll always make it up to you. Now I saw you tearing up during that bastinado. I know you don't enjoy it. But I do and there will be times when I have to do it to you. Will you let me? I'm doing all this for your own good."

"Yes Emily."

She beamed with happiness. 

"You passed your test Adrian. I'm going to untie you. Come back to the bedroom with me and fuck my brains out. I want to feel your energy. I want you to give me your aura."

I came back in the bedroom and we made passionate love several times over the next few hours. She made me some coffee and then we did a little pillow talk. 

I was hooked on her. I didn't know if she'd keep her word on the deal but it was going to be fun submitting to her.

But she did keep her word. The next week she helped me keep a job I could not have gotten without her. She began taking me as her guest to social events. A career that had stalled really started taking off.

I started making a lot of money and we really spent it on each other. I was now seen as one of the city's great emerging leaders and we were always seen at each others side. People always talked about us and thought we were an item and we denied it but we really didn't care about what they thought. What we had was more special than what they could ever dream of in their little vanilla worlds.

I found that she liked to switch from time to time in the bedroom too. 

She was always the boss in our arrangement but there were times when I had her tied down. In submitting to her I found true happiness, true peace, true completion, and we had a real partnership. Being friends with benefits in this way has really worked out for both of us. 

And so here I am tied under her desk, waiting for what will come next. 

We have grown as king and Queen since we began our arrangement but I am ready to take it to the next level. 

Since the beginning she has said she wanted to perhaps go to a relationship and we are now at the point where I can honestly say I am ready for that too. She has really bound and gagged my heart and there's no chance for me to escape nor desire to do so because the domination completes me. 

My submission to her has made me into the man I am today and I bow down to no one but her. 

She has become my everything. 

And so I'm ready to ask her if she's ready for us to move to the relationship stage, to be a real romantic couple together seeing if our relationship can lead to matrimony. I'm ready to ask her as soon as she has this gag out of my mouth. 

But hopefully, she'll take her time before taking it out because I'm having a great time down here.

::wink wink::



The Deal



Laurel stared out across the California hillside where she and Kyle had pulled over and parked. It was a typical spring day and the long dry grass was barely swaying. Kyle begged Laurel to "be with him" one last time. He explained he needed closure. The sun glinted off Laurel's engagement ring as she had one arm casually draped over the open car window. Laurel explained that was not possible now that she was less than a month away from marrying her fiancé. She expected Kyle to have a reaction but not the cool look of detachment as he said, "You will be with me one last time or I will tell him about us, and I have proof." 

Laurel stared in disbelief. Kyle could not seriously be coercing her into being intimate with threats? Kyle replied that he was dead serious and that he was tired of Laurel always being in control of the relationship. Kyle explained that it was time Laurel experienced what it feels like to be controlled. 

Laurel at a rare loss for words, sputtered "what do you want from me?" 

Kyle explained he wanted one full night with Laurel where he called the shots. Laurel shivered, she was horrified to realize that that a part of her was excited by what Kyle was proposing. On the other hand, she was shocked and resentful that Kyle would threaten her. He claimed to love her and respect her. While Kyle was intense, he always treated her with adoration.

Kyle told Laurel she had until the end of the day to decide. If she declined, he would be having a conversation with her fiancé. Laurel's fiancé had just graduated from his MBA program and was staying at his family's house until the wedding. Laurel felt her stomach turn at the thought of Kyle showing up on their doorstep but figured if she could hold off providing Kyle with an answer he would back off this insane idea. Laurel returned to work but could not concentrate for the rest of the day.

Just as she was packing up to leave her office her cell phone began to buzz. It was Kyle. Laurel held her breath after saying hello and hoped that Kyle would begin by apologizing for his crazy behavior. Instead he asked if she had made her decision? Laurel attempted to find weakness in his resolve but soon realized Kyle was more determined than ever to follow through on his plan. Laurel in an attempt to buy time agreed to meet him at his studio apartment that night. He told her to wear what she had on at work that day. A black skirt with a button down shirt. Laurel could not wrap her head around this new version of Kyle, gone was the sensitive lover; replaced with this dominant asshole. 

Later that night, after bathing and redressing Laurel called Kyle and he fumed that she was already late for their "date." Laurel had again hoped that if she gave Kyle enough time he would relent and beg her forgiveness for his outrageous behavior. Laurel heard a slight slur to Kyle's words and alarm bells started to go off. Laurel knew that when Kyle got drunk enough he "would go to the dark side" as their mutual friends liked to joke. Laurel had seen him be aggressive and disinhibited on a few occasions when he drank too much. Laurel pleaded with him to stop drinking and promised she was coming right over. Kyle agreed but told her she better hurry as he was growing very impatient. 

Laurel arrived and found the door slightly ajar. Kyle was siting on a kitchen chair in the middle of the room facing his futon, the bottle by his feet. The room was lit by only a small light over the stovetop and the moonlight streaming through the large window that faced a neighbor's backyard. Kyle had lucked out with this studio. It was in a nicer area than he could actually afford, but still had the look of a college kid's first apartment. Aside from the basics, there wasn't a decorative item in site. Unless you counted a collection of beer bottles and a few framed photographs of friends either at bars or on vacation in Cabo. Laurel had been imagining that with some kissing and stroking, Kyle might be subdued enough to be at Laurel's usual command. Laurel could tell from his demeanor that she was again mistaken, even before he told her to come over and stand in front of him.

Laurel walked tentatively towards Kyle who was slouched in his chair in a white t-shirt and jeans. He instructed Laurel to slowly unbutton her shirt while facing him. It took Laurel a moment to register this was actually happening but then she caught the dangerous look in Kyle's eye and began to slowly unbutton her shirt, one button at a time. 

Kyle's mouth went a little slack as he took in Laurel's gorgeous breasts in her black mesh and lace bra. He beckoned her over to him and ordered her on her knees between his legs. He instructed her to unbuckle his belt, which Laurel did with trembling hands. He pushed his jeans partially down and his cock was already hard. Kyle leaned forward and wrapped his hand through the long dark blond hair on the back of Laurel's head. He had a strong grip and Laurel assumed he was planning to guide her head toward his cock. Just as she began to acquiesce and move her face in that direction, Kyle held her head firmly in place, leaned forward and whispered in her ear to stand up and face away from him. 

Confused, Laurel rose to her feet and turned away. Kyle told her to lift her skirt all the way up over her hips and to bend forward and touch her toes. Laurel felt herself involuntarily clench. Kyle had never asked anything so overtly objectifying before. Laurel lifted her skirt and bent all the over with her feet slightly spread apart. Her thong underwear stretched, barely providing coverage. Kyle directed Laurel to slowly remove her thong. Laurel did as told. 

Kyle rose behind her and began to rub first her ass and then her breasts as he pulled her upright against his body, not removing her bra but tugging it down so that the top of breasts were exposed. Laurel anticipated they would move to the futon and things would progress in fairly typical fashion. Laurel was trying to figure out if she could actually go through with having sex with Kyle when he moved her toward his kitchen table. 

He bent her over so her breasts and one cheek was on the cool wood surface. Kyle's hand was on Laurel's head keeping it pressed against the table. His cock was between her cheeks and pressing up against her ass in a way that was making her nervous. Laurel struggled to release herself from Kyle's grip. 

He said, "Calm Down Laurel, I'm not going to fuck you in the ass." 

Laurel felt herself relax and just as she was breathing a sigh of relief, reminding herself Kyle had never even asked for that...

"Yet," he said.

He backed off and told her to turn around and lie on her back with her legs up on the table and spread. Laurel was shaking, in part from Kyle saying he was going to fuck her in the ass, but also from his request that she display herself in such an obscene way. Regardless, she once again did as instructed. Kyle then said, "Now take your fingers and spread your lips further so I can see that beautiful pussy." Laurel felt her face redden in the semi-darkened room and even though Kyle could not have seen it he laughed as he came forward and put his head between her legs. "I know how much you love this and I'm only giving it to you because I love it too. His hot breath whispered onto her lips and she could not help squirming." He lowered his mouth to her lips, slowly licking all around. 

"Tell me you are MY slut, MY whore!" 

Kyle moved his mouth to Laurel's clit and began sucking in the rhythmic way that always drove her over the edge. Laurel was panting and moaning but trying to push Kyle off.

Kyle gripped her thighs and said, said, "I want you to come for me. No, you're going to come for me." 

Laurel saw the fierce determination in his eyes and laid back. This time she obeyed when he told her to spread her lips with her fingers. She caught his smirk as he resumed his licking and sucking. As Laurel was getting closer Kyle inserted one then two fingers inside her. Laurel grabbed his wrist and begged him not to stop as she came harder than she ever remembered. 

Kyle stood and loomed over her. Laurel was looking away in shame. Kyle took her chin and turned her face telling her took look at him. He then took the fingers that had been inside her and shoved them crudely in her mouth and told her to suck on them. Laurel instinctively shoved his hand away with a look of disdain. Kyle snickered pulled Laurel forward by her hips until she was off the table and in a standing position. 

He looked her in the eyes and just above whisper said, "Get on your knees." 

Laurel stood in place glaring at him defiantly. 

"Now!", he said in a low growl. 

Laurel slowly sank to her knees. Kyle had at some point re-buttoned his jeans but his belt buckle was undone. He removed the belt buckle doubled it gave Laurel a lash before tossing it on the table. Before either of them knew what was happening, Laurel stood up and slapped Kyle across the face. She moved quickly to retrieve her clothes expecting Kyle to try and stop her by blocking the door or grabbing her and pleading with her not to leave in his usual dramatic fashion. He just leaned against the kitchen table and watched her gather up her clothes. This unnerved Laurel who began blasting Kyle for his behavior while fumbling to put her clothes on. She even went so far as to call him a rapist. 

He just said simply, "You know the consequences of leaving. If you can live with them, then go." 

Laurel hesitated and Kyle said, "Or you can save your precious engagement by coming over here and bending over the table." 

Laurel was torn, trying desperately to determine if Kyle would actually follow through on his threats to destroy her life and devastate her fiancé in the process. She decided she had no real choice, Kyle was behaving too unpredictably. 

Laurel clenched her fists and walked toward the table and leaned forward. This time there was no instruction to slowly raise her skirt and remove her thong. Kyle rudely shoved her skirt up over her hips and quickly pulled down her thong until it was at her knees. He proceeded to explain to Laurel that she was going to be punished for slapping him and this would be the first of many punishments if she displayed any further resistance. 

Before Laurel could even comprehend that this was Kyle uttering these statements she saw him reach his hand over her head for his belt that he had previously tossed on the table. She heard metal part of the buckle drag on the table as he Kyle pulled it by her towards himself.

There were several seconds of deafening silence and then Laurel felt the sting of the belt on her exposed ass check, again and again. Tears streamed down Laurel's cheeks as she realized Kyle had won. Her degradation felt complete though she suspected it was far from over. 

Kyle stopped and when she turned to look at him she saw a look of concern and possibly regret on his face. He pulled her up and turned her to face him. He gently stroked her face and pulled Laurel into a soft kiss. Laurel felt a wave of relief wash over her, thinking that Kyle realized he had gone too far. He must have sensed what Laurel was about to say because he put his finger to her lips and shushed her. Kyle wiped a tear from her cheek and placed his hands on her shoulders and applied pressure pushing her downward. Once again she was on her knees. 

This time Kyle unbuttoned his own jeans and pulled them off. He gripped the back of Laurel's head and guided his cock into her mouth. Kyle began to moan as Laurel sucked the head and flicked her tongue just under the base of the head. Kyle then told Laurel to deep throat it like the good little whore he knew she really was. 

Laurel did as Kyle commanded. For a girl that grew up in a privileged world, all her boyfriends marveled that she could suck cock like she did it for a living. Kyle murmured that he was going to come on her beautiful face. Before she could protest he held her head by her hair and withdrew his cock and before she knew what was happening he was ejaculating on her face and breasts. "So fucking hot," he marveled rubbing his cum onto her breasts. 

"Now, clean my cock with your mouth," Kyle ordered.

Laurel pushed him away and fumbled to her feet, running quickly to the bathroom and locking the door. She could hear Kyle whistling and opening the fridge. 

"No worries, Laurel. You just get yourself cleaned up while I make some food. I've really worked up an appetite." 

Laurel took one look in the mirror and quickly turned away, revolted by the cum all over her face and in her hair. Her mascara had run down her face and she looked as used as she felt. She gripped the basin thinking that she might faint. She steadied her breathing and the dizziness passed. Laurel turned on the shower and desperately tried to find a way to make this night end without any further humiliation but came up blank.

Laurel reentered the studio in a towel wrapped around herself. Laurel declined the offer of food but took a long swill from the whiskey bottle that was still on the floor and then another. Kyle warned her to slow down. 

"Why," shot back Laurel, "afraid I won't be able to give consent?" Laurel took another long sip and let the bottle drop as she stared Kyle down. 

"Go lay on the futon, take the towel off, I want to watch you touch yourself." 

"Fuck you, Kyle!" 

"Yeah, don't worry baby, there's plenty of time for that." 

"Fine, let's just get it over with then. Come and fuck me." 

"You don't get it, Laurel. I am the one in charge. You WILL do what I say, when I say it. Now go lay down."

Laurel sat at the edge of the futon and opened her towel. She laid back and her head spun a bit. She started touch herself and Kyle came closer. Laurel closed her eyes and with the other hand began to massage her breast. When she put her finger in her mouth to wet it for more lubrication, Kyle stopped stroking himself and laid down alongside Laurel. 

"You are the most beautiful and sensual woman I could ever imagine." He put is hand between her legs and rolled on top of her spreading her thighs with his leg. He began by slowly rubbing his cock over her pussy, gently guiding the head over her clit.

"I'm never going to let you go. You are mine," he said as he pushed the head of his cock inside her. He thrust deeply and slowly inside of Laurel. 

"You can't do this," Laurel pleaded.

"I can't not do this." Kyle said, plunging even deeper.

Laurel had always loved Kyle's cock. It size and girth fit her perfectly. He was large but not overbearingly so. It was big enough that it rubbed all sides of her walls at the same time. She could always feel his penis's every hot throb. He also knew just how to rub his pelvic bone against her clit. She tried to ignore the growing sensations but she could feel her breathe quickening and the heat rising inside her as each sensation got achingly more intense. Kyle was kissing her mouth, their tongues touching. He bit and sucked on her bottom lip in the way he knew she loved and again he told her she had to come for him.

"You are going to come all over my hard cock, now Laurel, now!" 

These words sent Laurel over the edge. She buried her face in Kyle's shoulder and clung to him and her orgasm rocked through her. Just as she was hitting the final peak Kyle had sped up his thrusting, he ejaculated inside hot and strong just as she was coming. Laurel tried to search Kyle's eyes but he quickly turned away. Laurel turned on her side facing away from him covering herself with a sheet. Laurel was exhausted and feeling the effects of the alcohol. She knew that even if Kyle would let her leave she was in no shape to drive. Laurel drifted off. 

Awhile later she awakened to a hand squeezing her breast and something hard pressing between her sore ass cheeks. 

"Laurel, I need to have you like this," Kyle said in a low almost pleading voice pressing himself closer to Laurel.

"No! Kyle, please! I don't want to do that."

"I won't hurt you, Laurel. I will go slow."

"PLEASE KYLE, NO!"

"Have you ever done it with him before?"

"That is none of your business."

"Laurel, this is the final thing. I need to possess you fully."

"You mean control me?"

"Yes, I want to control you. I need to control you," Kyle said kissing her deeply and squeezing her nipple.

Laurel began to struggle under Kyle and push him off of her. He pinned her arms down.

"Im not going to debate this any further, I want you on all fours now." Kyle said and then gradually eased his grip.

Laurel slowly turned and got herself into position. She was is a state of shock, not really believing that Kyle would go through with this. Maybe he was just playing mind games with her and had no intention of following through with what he was saying. Kyle started to kiss her red cheeks and rub them. "Sorry I got a little rough, babe." 

Just as Laurel was about to give a caustic retort, Kyle spread her cheeks and ran his tongue over her asshole. The sensation was so surprising and arousing that Laurel almost collapsed. Kyle continued unfazed, his tongue probing even deeper. This was like nothing Laurel ever experienced before. She felt her pussy clench involuntarily in response to what Kyle was doing. Kyle pulled back and when Laurel looked over her shoulder she could see Kyle was rubbing some kind of lubricant onto his penis. He moved up behind her and she felt the tip of his cock against her ass. 

"Just relax, Laurel. It will hurt less if you relax as much as possible."

Laurel tried to breathe and relax her body out of pure self preservation. The tip began to push slightly beyond the opening. 

"You are doing amazing, baby," Kyle practically slurred drunk on his own arousal. 

He pushed in a little further and Laurel cried out. Kyle instantly stopped and backed off a bit.

"STOP," Laurel cried, tears trickling down her cheeks.

Kyle said, "I stopped, I am not moving. Just let me stay like this."

"No! Get out!" Laurel pleaded.

"Laurel, stay still! I won't move. I'll just stay like this," Kyle promised.

Laurel breathed deeply and tried to relax and trust that Kyle would not move.

Laurel felt Kyle moving the slightest bit closer to her every minute or two. After about ten minutes he pulled her toward him and he was fully inside her. He had entered so gradually that she did not feel that sharp, excruciating pain. Instead she felt his fullness stretching her and his cock was so deep inside her in a way she could never have imagined. He began to move her hips with his hands. Laurel could not believe his cock was really in her ass.

Just when she was trying to make sense of the sensation, Kyle reached around and began massaging her clit. Laurel could not believe how amazing the light touch on her clit felt alongside the intense experience of having a big, hard cock in her ass. It was a mix of pleasure and pain simultaneously. Laurel was also not prepared for how submissive this anal fucking was making her feel. 

When Kyle whispered in her ear "I own this ass and pussy. You belong to me."

Kyle asked urgently as his thrusts became harder, "Who owns you, Laurel?"

Laurel's head hung low and she murmured, "You do,"

Kyle pushed her flat on her stomach and began slow, hard, deep, thrusts.

"Turn your head and look at me, Laurel! Who owns you?"

"You do, you own me," Laurel sputtered.

This sent Kyle into a frenzy. He thrust even harder and quickened his pace.

Laurel gasped and began moaning, primarily in pain. Kyle kissed the back of her neck and shoulder and slowed down. He withdrew his cock carefully and told Laurel to turn over on her back. Kyle pushed a pillow under her hips and pulled Laurel's knees close to his shoulders. He added more lubricant to his cock and very slowly began to enter her ass, as his lubed thumb began to rub circles on Laurel's clit. Before Laurel knew what she was doing she found herself pushing down inch by inch on Kyle's cock because she was getting more and more stimulated. Kyle began a slow, rhythmic fucking. Their eyes were locked as their orgasms built together in a chorus of "Oh Gods." 




The Deal



Kyle held Laurel in his arms after, not saying much because he had no idea what Laurel was feeling. Did she hate him? Did the fact that she orgasmed make the situation less coercive? Had he lost her forever? Laurel turned over and when Kyle tried to speak she just kissed his lips softly and sensually. She really took him in, knowing with mixed emotions that this would be their last encounter. After all, she was getting married in a month.



The Deal



My wife makes a deal with me to pay off her credit debt.

When we had retired we had divided up the household bills so that we both had the same amount of spending money. I saved most of mine, she spent hers. 

She had gotten a few credit cards and maxed them out. When I found out and confronted her about It, she tried the crying I am so sorry card. 

"You have two choices get a job to pay them off or be my slave for a year and a half that's how long it will take us to pay them off," I informed her letting her know I was angry.

"I really don't want to get a job now that I am retired," She whined pouting. Trying to get some sympathy from me.

"Slave or job is your choice," I reintegrated.

"What do you mean your slave," She asked.

"Just what it says I will control you completely. How you dress what you do and when you do it, I told her in an angry voice.

She seemed to be thinking it over.

"You know I warned you when I found out you had a credit card there would be consequences if you abused them. I told her starting to lose what cool I had left.

"Alright I know you are right you did warn me," She said dejectedly.

"That includes sexually to," She said

"That's right so what is your answer," I said.

"Do I get any veto power?" She asked.

"Only for something that will last longer than the 18mouthes," I told her.

"Ok, enough either be a slave to a job or me," I said getting tired of the questions.

"Ok you win I will be your slave," She agreed.

"Good on you knees' and give me a blowjob to show how sorry you really are and you are going to swallow," I ordered her.

She had given me a dirty look but undid my pants and had taken my already hard cock out and grudging started sucking on it using her hand to keep it from going to far into her mouth.

"That doesn't seem like you are very sorry to me, swallowing it just the first step," I told her.

I was turned on enough by the prospects that even her unenthusiastic performance it didn't take me long to cum. She had tried to pull off, but I held her head down.

"There is punishment for not obeying," I told her.

She had gagged a few times and let some cum escape.

"Lick up what you missed then lick me clean," I told her sternly.

"Get me all your credit card including your atm card," I instructed her. She had gone to her purse and brought me the cards. I had her cut them up except for the atm card which I kept.

"Time to adjust your wardrobe," I told her. 

She had tried to act like she didn't know what I was talking about.

"Up to the bedroom," I ordered. I had gotten a large box from the garage and met her in the bedroom. She had stood there with a resigned look on her face. I think she knew what was coming. I was always trying to get her to dress sexier. 

"Start with your underwear drawer. If the bras have padding in them they go in the box," I instructed her. 

She had only 3 demi bras and 2 half cup bras left when she was done. 

"Next the panties," I told her.

She had gotten the drift of this and had put all but the real sexy ones in the box. She had only 5 pairs left.

Next we had gone to the closet. 

"All your skirts and dresses that aren't at least 3" above the knee go in the box also the tops if they are not tight and or sexy," I instructed her.

Next we had gone thru her shoe collection.

"You can keep 1 pair of tennis shoes for working out and the rest go in the box if they don't have at least 5" heels," I told her

She had 1 pair of 5" party boots and 2 pairs of 5" heeled sandals left.

Her closet and dresser were quite empty. Guess I needed to take her shopping she didn't have much left. I picked out a half cup bra and tight silky top a mini skirt and a pair of 5" heels. I handed them to her and said, 

"Put these on," I told her.

"No panties," She remarked

"No," I answered.

Over the last few years she had started dressing a lot more conservative even though she was in good shape. That was going to change.

She had stripped off her clothes they all had gone into the box. She had then put on the outfit I picked out. 

"You can see my nipples," She complained.

"Get used to it. Slaves don't get to cover up," She had given me a nasty look.

"We are going shopping to get you some clothes that meet my standards," I informed her.

"Dressed like this," She asked.

"Yes, that is a covered as you are going to be from now on," I told her. 

"I can't go out dressed like this. Please let me put something else on." She pleaded.

"No, you agreed that I had complete control till the credit debt was paid off. Or you can get a job to earn extra money to pay it off," I said letting some irritation into my voice. 

"You are serious," She said. 

"Yes and your days of dressing like a prude are over. Get over it," I told her letting her know I had enough of her objections.

That had earned me a dirty look. I had taken her to the mall. The first stop was VS to get some more self-bras. 

"What size," I asked her.

Then I picked out what wanted. She gave me a look when I showed them to her.

"They are all 1 letter size to small. I will be overflowing out of them," She said

"That what I had in mind," I informed her.

"Are you going to fight over everything?" I asked. 

"No," She answered a little dejectedly.

"Try them on I want to see how they fit," I told her.

She took them into the fitting room I took a seat and waited. She opened the door to show me the first one than the other 4.

"They are perfect. Stay in there and I will pay for them and you can wear one today," I told her.

I paid for them and then give her the bright pink one with black trim to put on. 

"Besides my nipples showing now so did my areole," She said.

"Finish getting dressed. We have some more stops to make," I informed her.

When we were on the way out of the store, 

"You didn't buy me any panties," She remarked.

"You're not going to be wearing any most of the time," I informed her.

From there I took her to HT. I picked out what I wanted, 1 bright pink almost sheer crop top, 1 thin white stretch halter top and 1 semi sheer black button down blouse. 1 halter mini dress in white print and 1 red and black spandex low cut mini dress. 1 pink mini skirt, 1 black mini skirt and finally shiny gold micro mini skirt, I had handed them to her. 

"You want me to try them on?" She asked.

"Yes. I want to make sure they fit the way I want them too," I told her.

She had headed into the dressing room I took a seat and waited for the show. 

The all had fit good showed off her breasts and nipples legs and butt. She blushed a bit but no comet till she came out with the gold micro mini on. 

"I will be showing a lot more than my legs in this if I am not careful," She commented. She adds, "I suppose I have to wear some of these now."

"Stay put I would pay for them and bring back what I want you to wear," I told her.

I had paid and gave her the black button down blouse and the gold micro mini skirt."Leave the top 3 buttons on the blouse undone," I ordered her.

She was blushing when she came out of the dressing room because her nipples were tenting the blouse the bright pink bra showed up nicely and the skirt was leaving a bit of cheek show in the back.

"You know how embarrassing this is?" She asked.

"You look hot and sexy get used to it," I told her. I had added, "Next stop was the shoe store." 

I had looked around on the internet to see where to get the shoes I wanted. The department store at the mall had the three pairs I wanted. After we had located the shoe department,

"Take a seat," I told her. 

I had taken the salesmen and showed him what I wanted him to get and what size. 

While he was in the back she had cleared her throat to get my attention. 

"What," I asked her 

"I don't have any panties on and the salesman would see all of my privates, and the seat is cold on my bare butt," She whispered.

"So act natural like nothing is out of the ordinary," I told her with a big smile on my face. God was I enjoying this so much. 

" I am going to leave a wet spot," She complained.

"Guess you better start carrying something to sit on in your purse," I said with an even bigger smile. 

She had blushed but got it together by the time the salesman had gotten back. When she saw the shoes she groaned again. 1 pair of pink 6" high heel sandals, one pair of black 6" open toe mules, one pair of 6" gold stilettos all have lockable ankle straps and lastly a pair of pink knee high lace up boot with 6" heels.

By the time the salesmen had helped her try them all on he was shaking and blushing. She had just smiled the whole time. She had gotten up and walked a bit in each pair. 

"Which pair was she wearing home," She asked with resignation in her voice. 

"Your choice," I told her.

"Please put the gold stilettos back on they match my outfit," She told the salesman.

He held up the locks I nod yes. She groaned.

It was lunch time I gave her my arm and I had carried bags and we walked to the other end of the mall to the restaurant. The sound of those heels on that hard mall floor had attracted a lot of attention not to mention the micro mini skirt with just a hint of cheek showing.

We had gotten seated and ordered our lunch she also ordered a glass of wine. She had tried to take the shoes off to rub her feet. 

"How long did she have to wear these?"

"Till dinner time," (She groaned) "That is just five hours you use to wear heels like that all day so I know you can do it," I said. I added, "You are to wear heels all the time even at home from now on. You should have another glass of wine you will need it for the next stop."

"What next stop?" She asked somewhat fearfully.

"The spa for nails, pedicure, and full wax job," I informed her. I added, "Your privates are to stay bare till debt was paid off.

She groaned.

When we got home I carried the bags up to the bedroom. So she could put the new clothes away. I picked up the box of her old clothes and put it in the attic. Went back down stairs she was bent over the back of the couch bare ass in the air.

"What took you so long? Fuck me now!" She demanded.

I guessed showing off got her hot. I dropped my pants and lined up started to push in. She was sopping wet. I was slamming away she was moaning and meeting my thrusts. It didn't take either one of us long to cum guess we were both worked up.

Chapter 2

After we had sex she wanted to take a bath. So she held her foot up wanting me to unlock the locks on the straps of the shoes.

I told her, "There was a charge for removing the shoes early."

" What?" she asked?"

"Blowjob and remember you swallow now," I said with amusement in my voice. 

"You just came that could take a while," She said but was smiling.

"So your point, you are my slave I want a blow job you give me one case closed, I told her.

"Ok," She said with a big smile.

"Seeing as this is the first day I won't punish you for questions but after today questioning an order will earn you some form of punishment," I informed her. 

"You have a job to do get to it," I told her. 

She had got down on her knees and started sucking rubbing the underside of my cock with her tongue, licked the head on the upstroke. It had taken her about 10min and she took the load in her mouth and swallowed it then licked me clean. 

"That was much better," I told her as I unlocked the locks.

"When you're done with your bath put the same outfit back on," I told her.

She had given me a nasty look. 

"You only have sexy outfits to wear from now on so get used to it," I told her.

After her bath, she had put the outfit back on then went up and put what was left of her old clothes and then the new ones away. After she was done she had into the family room where I was watching TV. 

"You have new rules till your debt is paid off,"

"The only time you are allowed to wear panties or a regular bra is when you are out somewhere without me," 

"Shelf bra or none around the house and no panties."

"Wear the heels all day even around the house.

"You have any questions?" I asked her.

She had thought a few minutes then.

"How long do I think it will take to pay off her debt," She asked

"18mouthes like I said before," I answered.

"What I did do with the rest of her clothes?" She asked.

"I put them in the attic."

"Are we still going on vacation still?" she asked.

"Yes and before you ask I will pack for you."

"That will be interesting," She said with a smirk on her face.

"Do I get to have some spending money?" She asked

"You won't need much I will be selecting your clothes and shoes from now on. You will get a $25-week allowance once you learn to give me deep throat blow jobs,"

A few days had passed she was getting used to wearing the heels all day. She was working on learning on deep throating my cock. She was able to get it into her throat a few times but not for long. That had always led to a good fucking afterward.

With vacation approaching I knew she would need some more clothes. When she went to get dressed after breakfast,

"We are going shopping you need a few more outfits for vacation," I told her. 

We had gone to the mall. First was VS for a black half cup bustier, and two more shelf bras in nude. Then to HT for 2 more halter top mini dresses, 1 mini skirt and 2 more micro mini skirts. I pick out 2 pair's glossy spandex pants in bright colors. Had her model the spandex pants for me, you would defiantly be able to see camel toe and that she is not wearing panties. Then I had taken her to the shoe store told her, "You pick out 2 more pairs of at least 6" heels."

She had picked out 1 pair of patent leather 6 ½"stilettos and a pair of 6" bright pink hooker heels. I had thought maybe she was starting to enjoy this.

It had been 5 weeks since she made herself my slave. She was wearing the heels all day and sometimes all night. If I went to sleep before I unlocked them she just slept in them. She has learned to deep throat my cock can keep it down her throat about 30 seconds. The first time she managed to hold it in for more the a few second I had come right away. She seemed to have fallen into a routine 4 or 5 times a week she would assault my cock give me a hot wet blowjob demanding I give her a big load of yummy cum for her tummy then once she got me to cum she would keep on sucking till I got hard and again then she wanted to be fucked. She usually came hard and noisy almost immediately then begs me to keep pounding away till she would orgasm violently at least once or twice more. I almost never had to tell her I wanted any kind of sex she was hot and wonton most of the time.

Chapter 3

Vacation.

Packing was easy she only has sexy clothes I included 1 longer skirt. Just in case.

Vacation was wonderful no argument about what she was to wear. She would prance around in the tall heels and the micro miniskirts her sharp ass peeking out from under the skirt. Boy did she turn heads. She was really getting into being dressed to kill. She was almost always horny.

When we went sightseeing she would strut around showing off, would rub her tits against me acting wonton. 

"I am so turned on I am dripping wet I am going to need to be fucked soon," she whispered in my ear.

Many a trip had gotten shortened to go back to the room to have sex. With her just having a mini skirt on she would get down on the floor as soon as the door closed and start demanding to be fucked like the sexy bitch she was. I was not sure who was getting off on her being a slave more.

The most memorable was a shopping at a mall. She was strutting along showing off her great body. I was walking with her and after the third trip up and down the escalator. She would stand with one leg up one step. Whoever was below us on the escalator would have a clear view of her bare privates. She dragged me the family bathroom, soon as the door closed she bent over at the waist demanded to be fucked. I slammed into her she was dripping wet. She came after 3 strokes. Then she turned around and sucked me off swallowed the whole load licked me clean and put me away. 

We were going on an evening walking tour of the city. 

"Put on you tennis shoes it is supposed to be mile walk," I explained to her.

"I left them at home. I haven't worn anything but heels on for 6 weeks I can do it in the heels," She said proudly. 

It's was a night walk so I had her put on the spandex leggings. After about 6 steps, she might as well be naked you can see everything. God, what a sight she was. As we had been walking, I noticed that when the light hits her just right she had a small but growing wet spot in the crotch of the legging. 

"What has got you so turned on?" I asked her. 

"These pants are rubbing my clit with every step I take," She moaned breathlessly.

"It shows you have a wet spot here," I said as I put my finger against her clit gave it a couple of quick rubs. She blushed and collapsed in my arms cuming, gritting her teeth to keep from screaming. 

After she had come around we had to hurry to catch up with the group. The next time the light was right the wet spot was real big. She just walked on like nothing happened. She was taking big steps to get pants to rub just right keeping her turned on. 

When we got back to our room she pulled the pants down bent over the back of the love seat.

"Fuck me hard, pleaseee fuck your wanton slave hard," She begged breathlessly.

I had dropped my pants and slammed into her in one motion and started pounding away, she was chanting,

"Fuck the bitch; fuck the bitch; over and over." I managed to make her come twice before I came. We collapsed back on the floor she started laughing hard.

"What the hell?" I asked her.

She told me, "The last 3 mo have been the least stressful of my life. I don't have to think what to wear today. I love looking sexy. I never had the nerve to dress this way on my own." "I don't have to buy clothes." "And if I want pocket money I can get it." 

She says, "Speaking of pocket money I need $25 let me show you what I learned to suppress almost completely."

She crawled over and took me in her mouth and started sucking. As I get hard she starts taking it deeper all of sudden she takes it all the way in her throat. She holds it deep in her throat for a good minute. Good god what a feeling, Then going faster coming up just long enough to take a breath Then all the way again. Humming and rubbing and licking with her tongue. With all that stimulation it didn't take long I started to come she impales herself and take my come down her throat. When I am finished she licks me clean swallows the last bit, sits down next to me and hold out her hand. I fish my wallet out of my pants and give her $50.

We sat there on the floor catching our breath. I asked her, "What she was trying to say," She says, "After the debt is paid off she doesn't want the deal to end." She says I am happy and carefree. If someone doesn't like the way I am dressed I tell them to talk to my husband.

The End



The Deal



I had been planning the meeting for so long. For months I had talked to her, first on the computer and then on the telephone. I had offered her a great deal; you help me find the pieces I was looking for and she would help me find the addresses. After all everyone knows how useless an Englishman is abroad. It would just not be efficient for me to try and find the places myself. It was sweet deal indeed... 50% on all the profits I made from selling the pieces in my antique store went to her. Too tempting to resist.

We met at my hotel and introduced ourselves at last; after all it had been months since we had started chatting. She had turned up in a dark trouser suit with a white button blouse. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. I knew she worked out regularly, we had chatted about it before. I could see the firmness of her body and guessed she could be a handful, in fact perhaps more than I had bargained on. I offered to drive. She told me no, she was quite happy for me to follow you. Obviously, she did not trust me totally. It was something I had not planned, but I could quite easily get around it. I handed her the address and we set off in convoy. My nerves were jangling as we pulled out of the car park. Had I taken on too much?

I followed her car in my rented car to the cottage. I did not need to, after all I had hired it and been there preparing for the past week. Once we had got there, we walked up to the door of the cottage and knocked on the door. Of course there was no answer, so I suggested we go around the back. She declined, so I said I would go round and see if the old guy was in the back garden or something. As I walked round, I wondered if I had been sussed and when I came back round, she would have driven off. I let myself in through the back and walked to the front door and opened it. She seemed surprised to face me opening the door, but I explained that "Joe" was washing up and had told us to wait in the front room. To my surprise, she entered and I showed her into the front room. 

Once in the front room we small talked. However, after about 5 minutes she started to become a little impatient, asking where Joe was. I suggested that she went and had a look for him, as I had no idea myself. As she walked past me toward the door, I pounced. I took her off balance and brought her down to the floor, face first. I immediately sat on here to keep her there

"What are you doing" she cried, "Get off me, right now" I grabbed her right arm and brought it behind her. She started to kick, trying to get purchase to get up, but I held her fast. I took my set of handcuffs and clicked the bracelet round her wrist. I then caught her right arm and locked her left wrist into the cuffs. With her hands now immobile, she seemed to stop struggling. I did not trust for a minute that she was surrendering to me.

"Please just let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone about this" she pleaded. I did not answer. I moved up her body, remaining astride her, pinning her to the floor. I took a ballgag out of my pocket and prepared to stuff it in her mouth.

"I don't like this. Please Mmmrph" her sentence was cut off as the ballgag went into her mouth. I strapped it tight and then placed a hood over her head. I started to edge down her body once more until I rested on her legs. I removed her heels and put a set of straps around her bare ankles. All this time she was mmphing quietly into her gag, probably trying to plead for her freedom. It did not matter, she was now captured.

Out of the bag I had left there, I took out a noose and placed it around her neck. I then hoisted her up onto her feet and threw the noose over the vertical beam above her. I tied this off tightly. She was now stood up, unable to move or kick out as her feet were bound. I went to her front and pulled her jacket over her shoulders and let it slip down her arms until it stopped at her cuffed hands. As I began to unbutton her blouse, she again mmphed as she realized that she was being stripped naked and knew she could do nothing to stop me. I cut off her bra and admired her topless body for a moment. I went behind her and produced some straps form my bag. I strapped her elbows and pulled them as far together as they would go. I then followed this by strapping her arms to her sides, the straps going under and over her breasts. Only when her arms were immobile did I dare take her cuffs off. I replaced the cuffs with individual straps on each wrist, but she made it hard by wiggling her hands. I yanked sharply on her noose. Her wrists stopped moving and I took them and crossed them. I secured them in place with some more straps, finishing off by securing another strap round her waist, pinning her wrists into the small of her back.

Once her arms and hands were secured, I untied the noose and placed her back on the floor. As she was laid back on her stomach, she tested her bonds, but could not move them. I rolled her on her back and she mmphed in pain, as it must have been uncomfortable for her, lying on her hands. I undid her trousers and lowered them down her shapely legs, along with her panties. I then took a pair of Chinese love balls and forced then into her shaved pussy. The cold of the steel balls shocked her as she tried to scream out into her gag, It came out as muffled mewing sound. She bucked to try and get the balls out, but the struggling only sent a wave of shock through as the balls stimulated her. She immediately lay still. I placed more straps on her thighs and just above and below her knees. I then released her ankles and removed the last of her clothes. I crossed her ankles and retied her ankles with the straps.

I took off the hood and she glared at me with pure hate in her eyes, but many questions also. She averted her eyes from me and rolled backwards and forwards on the floor, testing her bonds.

"Excellent stuff", I said to her. "That is exactly what I want from you. If you are to be a bondage actress and model, that is the sort of thing that will be good to photograph and video. Carry on struggling" She immediately stopped struggling and lay still and lifeless.

"This is no good. Struggle, I order you" She lay there and shook her head. 

"No? Oh hell, you are no fun." I bent down and took her feet in my hands and bent them over. I put her onto her side and tied a rope to strap around her waist. I fed it between her legs and rolled her back onto her front.

"I'll tell you what then," I said as I pulled the rope tight into her crotch and looped it around her ankles tightly hogtying her. "I am going to leave you all alone here. You can just rot away, I don't care." I blindfolded her and put earplugs into her ears. I then went all the way through her straps and pulled each one painfully tight. She accompanied each pull with a muffled gasp of pain as her body was constricted. Then I set the videos recording and sat back to watch the show.

For a long while she lay still, I think trying to listen for sounds that I may still be around. Of course, the earplugs did enough to blot out any small sounds that I might have made. Her hands started to wiggle, trying to slip out of the straps holding here wrists together. This movement traveled up her arms as she tested the security of each separate strap. Then her feet tested their bonds, followed by testing of each strap down her legs. I could see she was keeping her movement to a bare minimum, so as not to disturb the balls inside her or the crotchrope. She gently tried to pull her legs straight, but there was no way they were going to budge. 

I was surprised by this methodical approach to escape she was taking. I had expected a lot of fireworks and desperate thrashing, but what was happening was far more intriguing. I watched as she rolled onto her side and repeated the testing procedure. She was rubbing her knee on the floor, trying to get the strap above her knee to slip down. To do this though, she was paying a price. With her flexing and relaxing, both the crotchrope and balls were stimulating her; certainly in a way she did not want or need. Her mmphs were becoming louder, as I think she had decided that I had gone and no help was coming. It was up to her to escape. It took her a full ten minutes of this struggling to get the knee strap round her knees. "Clever girl" I murmured in a whisper so she would not detect me.

Although she had won a small victory over her bonds, she still must have known she had much work to do. She rolled over onto her stomach and wiped her face on the floor. Her exertions had caused her to start drooling. She lay still, for a long time, getting her breath back and calming her feeling of stimulation down. I noticed she was pinching her fingers together as she tried to work some feeling back into her fingers. I think she realized that she was finished if she could not feel her fingers. She tried to work her hands out of the straps around her wrists but they would not budge. She panted through her gag as she exerted herself and maybe the first signs of desperation began to set in. She pulled at all her bonds with all her strength and gave a long "mmph" as nothing gave way. She rolled herself back onto her side and began to work at the second bind on the knees.

If she were to get this bond loose, she would need to straighten her legs out while working the strap over her calves. As her legs were bent at such an acute angle, I could see that it was a physical impossibility, but I think she must have seen it as her only hope. Perhaps she saw getting her legs free was her chance for freedom. She pulled tightly on her crotchrope and worked the strap, using the floor to move the bond, but there was no way she could keep such an exertion up. As soon as she let her legs relax, the strap just slipped back to where it had been. She cried into her gag in frustration, rage at her predicament and the fact I think she was actually starting to get pleasure from the stimulation the struggles were giving her. She tried again, but was similarly frustrated.

Something inside her snapped, she seemed enraged. She howled into her gag, banging her head on the floor with sheer frustration. She started to buck and writhe on the floor, trying to break out of her bondage with brute force. This is what I had expected from the start, but she had been methodical and thoughtful. Now, all reason had been replaced with a feral rage, an instinct to escape overriding all other considerations. I could feel the desperation within her as she pulled and thrashed. 

All this movement was having another effect on her. She was now being aroused so much she could not stop pulling against her crotchrope. Her legs now pulled in a rhythm, as she growled into her gag. I wondered at what she was thinking, the contradiction in her mind that such an awful situation could be giving her pleasure. Now she struggled for an end to the pent up frustration, no more worrying about freedom. Her hips pushed and squeezed against her crotchrope. Her growls got louder and louder, her pushing more and more frantic as she reached climax. In one last burst of energy she came and then lay on the floor, motionless, spent.

As the wave of euphoria passed she must have realized that she was still bound, naked and helpless with no way of escape or rescue. Quietly, she began to sob into her gag. It was with a mix of pleasure and guilt I undid the knot on her crotchrope and slid her legs down on to the floor.

"You fought well, Sugar", I said to her after I had removed her earplugs. I could detect a mix of hate for me and relief that I was still there in her manner. I pulled the gag out of her mouth. She started to kick out at me, but I put a stop to it by bending her legs and tying them off to hogtie her again. She instantly stopped fighting, shaking her head, pleading with me not to keep her in that position.

"I will kill you, you bastard. Let me go now. Now!" I laughed at her and told her that she was not going to kill me, not in a hundred years. I told her that I was going to release her hands and tie them in front or her, that it would be more comfortable for her. She nodded her head as I warned her that if she tried to fight me, I would think up another punishment for her. I rolled her onto her side and undid the straps on her wrists. Also I loosened the straps on her elbows slightly, so she could touch her hands together and massage life back into her hands. She lay quietly, massaging her hands. 

"You did well. I am very proud of your efforts to escape. You are going to provide me with great sport" I told her. "Fuck off" she replied. I took her hands and crossed her wrists. "Don't touch me" she yelled at me and spat in my direction. Unfortunately, she missed, as she was still blindfolded. 

"So you want to spit, do you? Well, I think I can cure you of that" I told her as I bound her wrists together with a length of cotton rope. I tied them tightly and walked over to my bag. I took out a ring gag. When I got back to her, I tried to put it into her mouth, but she resisted. I pushed harder as she tried to move her head out of the way. I grabbed her hair to hold her head still. 

"You have a choice here, Sugar. You can either open your mouth, or I will push this straight through your teeth." Reluctantly, she opened her mouth. I placed the ring into her mouth and buckled it round the back of her head. I laced a padlock onto the buckle in case she tried to reach round and undo it. I then removed her blindfold.

In the week before the abduction, I had been busy. I had erected a pole and bolted it into the floor. I dragged her over to the pole by her legs. She struggled against me, but it was only half hearted. She knew she could not escape at that moment. I undid all the strapping and tied her knees either side of the pole with some more of the rope out of my bag. I undid her arms and knelt her up. I raised her hands above her and tied them a rope hanging off the roof beam. I then coiled the rope around her torso, pinning her to the pole, All the while she glared at me. I then went behind her and bound her feet together. I tied a rope to her feet and bent her legs upwards. I wrapped the remainder of the rope around her neck, immobilizing her head and keeping her legs bent. I stuck a little black box with wires to her leg as I slapped her calf. 

"I am going to remove the balls from you. Would you like that Sugar?" I asked.

"Mmph" was all she could reply. Taking this as yes, I pulled the string that was attached to the balls and they slipped out. I saw the relief in her eyes, followed by the horror as I waved a vibrator in front of her. She tried to move as I inserted it into her, to no avail; she was tightly pinned to the pole. She groaned as I slid it up into her. I tied a piece of chord around the bottom of the vibrator.

"Now, my sweet, your hands would be much more comfortable behind you, don't you agree. I do not want to cause you any more pain than I have to. If I untie your hands will you obey and put them behind you?" her nod was barely perceptible, as her head was pinned so tightly. I untied her hands and, to my surprise, she gave them to me immediately. I lashed her hands together and also tied string from her vibrator to her wrists. 

"Any struggling will upset your new toy, Sugar. So if I were you I wouldn't struggle too much. Now, I'll just plug in your new toy". Her body stiffened as I plugged in the wires from the vibrator into the black box taped to her leg. I could hear it humming slowly inside her. She whined, almost as if she were asking for mercy, but knowing none was coming her way any time soon.

"Now, I am going to have to go and hide your car. I will be gone for a while, so you will really be alone for a while. While I am away, consider this; I am the only person who can give you pain, but I am also the only person who can give you freedom. Don't spit at me again, Sugar. Talking of which, I have this for you". I showed her some sugar. I took out a spoon and placed it into her mouth through the ring.

"By the time I have returned maybe the sugar will have cured you of your foul mouth and I'm sure you won't have any spit left. I don't want you to get too lonely though. I thought I would let you watch a video. I haven't edited it yet, but I think you will like it very much. Welcome to your new career and see you later, Sugar'. I wheeled over the VCR and TV and switched them on. I pressed play. I saw a look of despair on her face as she saw her hogtied body on the screen before her.

"Goodbye for now, Sugar. You'll love the end. I've never seen anyone enjoying their captivity quite so much." With that I left the room and then out of the front door. I got into her car, started it up and pulled out of the driveway.

It was a long drive that I had to take to hide the car. All the while my mind was back in the cottage, wondering what she was doing. The doubts crept in. Could she make her escape? She certainly had the fight for it, but I think I had tied her up too tightly. I wondered how she felt about watching the video, watching herself struggling and consequently climaxing because of her efforts. I tried to imagine how she looked, bound and drooling as the sugar started to stimulate her salivary glands into overdrive. Of course she could not swallow, because the ring gag would not permit it, so the only place for the spittle to go was out of her mouth and down her body. How degrading would that be? Well, it was what she deserved for spitting, wasn't it? I also wondered if she had found the knot that held her legs up. As soon as she undid that, her legs would drop and the mercury switch in the little black box would ramp the vibrator up to full. I knew she would have searched and tested her bonds methodically, so she would have found it and undone it, falling into my trap. 

It is always best to use someone's strengths against them, I mused to myself. So far, she had shown many strengths. That made keeping her all the more sweet. This having to leave and dump this car was a distraction I could have well done without. What if she was gone when I came back? It was not likely, but it was still a disconcerting thought. I parked the car at the train station I had chosen and boarded the train to get back to the cottage.

By the time I had got back to the cottage, she was exhausted and spent. She was limp, sobbing quietly to herself. The vibrator batteries had run down and, as I thought, her legs were no longer held up. She had found the knot. I could only imagine her dismay as the legs dropped and suddenly all Hell broke loose inside her, as she realized that I had laid a trap for her. I could only imagine her struggling to get loose before another climax tore through her senses. Of course I had it all on video, but it just would not be the same.

I held her head up to look into her eyes. I took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes of the tears in them. "No more spitting now Sugar? Promise?" I said. She averted her eyes from mine and nodded her head. "That's good. Now come on, let's get you out off all this, OK? Are you going to behave?" A redundant question, I knew, as she had spent all her energy, but I had to ask. She nodded in agreement.

I quickly untied her and let her hands free so she could massage them. I took out the ring gag and the vibrator. She seemed relieved. I massaged her ankles. At first she pulled back, but thought best of offering any real resistance. After a while, she began to recover, so I cuffed her hands behind her. I then stood her up and walked her into the bathroom. I sat her on the floor next to the tub and shackled her ankles. I then started to run a tub for her. 

"Come on, Sugar. We'll get all this gunk off you and then I'll put you to bed. You could use the rest."

"Why are you doing this?" she asked




The Deal



'Let us get a few rules straight here Sugar, you will only speak when spoken to. Understand?" She looked at me with hate, but nodded her head. "Good, In answer to your question, I needed material for a movie I am making. You just met me at the wrong time, I'm afraid. By the way, I have always been under a false name, a false country. Even if you report me, I will never be found. And yes, if you behave, you will be going free. OK?" She looked at me in horror, finally realizing I had been following and planning this from the first day we spoke. I lifted her up into the bathtub and sat her down. I attached a chain to her ankle cuffs. She looked up and followed the chain to the ceiling, where it run through an eye and back down next to the tub. I started to wash her down.

"Get your hands off me, you bastard" she said with hate in her eyes "Let me go now, or I will make sure you are hunted down and killed."

"What was the rule, Sugar?" I replied, not wanting to get into this argument.

"Fuck your rules, loser, They are not my rules"

"I see," I said as I shook my head sadly, slowly pulling a ballgag out of my trouser pocket. "I told you the rule and you broke it. Open wide." She clamped her mouth shut and shook her head, her eyes challenging me. "Is that your final decision?" I asked. She nodded her head, a glint in her eyes. I pulled the chain, pulling her legs up. There was no way she could stop from going under with her hands cuffed behind her. She thrashed to try and escape. I released the chain and yanked her up from under the water.

"You bastard, you could have killed me" she yelled.

"That is the point. I don't want to, but I will if you do not obey me. Now open wide!" I said with all the menace I could muster. She froze as that thought played in her mind. I reached for the chain again.

"No, please no!" she screamed frantically as she sat there. She opened her mouth wide and looked at me like a frightened child. I placed the ballgag in her mouth and fastened the strap behind her head. I pulled her out of the tub and sat her down. I started to dry her down and she began to sob quietly to herself.

"Now listen to me, Sugar. If you do not obey, you will be punished, do you understand. For us both to get out of this alive, I need you to obey my commands. Do you understand?" She nodded her head, looking at her feet. I rolled her onto her stomach and hogtied her with a length of chain. "I am going to prepare your bed for you. You just behave OK?" She did not answer me, so I left her sobbing on her own.

I left her alone; not to prepare the bed as I had said, but to get a time out from her. She was pushing me to the edge. I had hoped she would have started to obey me by now, but she was very spirited. I guess that is why they had chosen her. Now I was wondering if I had taken on too much and I wondered if I should tell her the truth about why I had captured her. How can you tell someone you are going to sell her into slavery and you were really training them in preparation? I began to think about whether I could bring myself to break this person's spirit, a spirit I secretly admired. The consequences of going back on the deal would be immense for me, but I could handle the people who would be looking for me. I knew I owed the boss of the ring a debt of honor, but this was crossing the line, I felt. Suddenly it came to me. I made my decision. I would try and break her.

I returned to the bathroom. She was still there, hogtied. I undid the chain that linked her hands and feet and put her over my shoulder. I carried her to the bedroom and sat her in the middle of the bed. I uncuffed her feet and spread her legs. I then strapped them into this position. I then uncuffed her hands and strapped them into position. I inserted the balls into her pussy, she whined into her gag and shook her head.

"Consider this as punishment for your disobedience earlier in the bathroom. I am now going to leave you to get some sleep." I walked out of the room and shut the door behind me.

While watching and editing the video that had been shot, I realized I was making a mistake. I was turning the pressure on her too much. If I were to just be nicer to her, then the 'training' would have more impact. I would go easier on her, but one last humiliation for the night. I switched off the computer and made my way to her room. I found her struggling, moving her hips as if trying to shake the balls out of her. 

I knelt by the bed. I looked into her eyes and saw pleading.

"I can help you, you know. Do you want me to remove your gag and those balls?" She nodded her head, her eyes still pleading. "I know that the balls create great feeling inside of you. I know you need release. I will give you that. Then I will remove the balls. Do you want me to help?" She turned away from me, but I saw her head nodding. She must be ashamed of doing what she was doing. I removed her gag, while reminding her of the rule.

"Ask me to help" I said to her. She shook her head. "Ask me. Or stay with the balls for the night, the choice is yours"

"Please, please help me out" she said in barely a whisper. I let my hand move down to her pussy and started to stroke her. She moaned as she felt me gently stroking her lips, and then increasing the pressure. "Look at me" I said. She reluctantly turned her head to face her captor, a person she hated, but who was giving her the release she needed. I continued to stroke her. Her breathing became more ragged as she got closer to the climax. Her back arched upwards, trying to increase the pressure. Her eyes fluttered and her body began to shake as the first throes of her orgasm gripped her. I felt her come in a wave, which seemed to radiate from between her legs. Her body went limp and I stopped. She turned and looked away from me, ashamed of herself.

"Now about those balls," I said to her. She turned and looked at me with horror. Had I really tricked her and lied? "Easy, easy Sugar. I will remove them now; I just want you to understand I speak the truth to you, be the words bad or good. If I say something, I mean it, OK?"

"Yes" she replied. "Thank you for keeping your word" I removed the balls and then covered her with a sheet. I said goodnight and left her alone, bound in her room. 'Yeah sure,' I thought to myself 'if only she knew what I was planning, she wouldn't be thanking me for being truthful quite so fast'. I returned to the editing equipment.

I doubt if either of us slept well that night, although every time I walked in to check on her she seemed sound asleep. After I woke and finally got out of bed, I found myself sitting in the corner of her room watching her sleep. As she stirred I got up and walked over to her bed. She was her usual charming self as she awoke. I untied her arms and let her sit up. She sat massaging her hands

"For what happened last night, I hate you. I hope you die." She snarled at me. I tossed her the ballgag. She looked at me and the gag, a question in her eyes.

"Put it on sugar. You knew the rule and you broke it"

"Drop dead you shit" She snarled. I walked over. She flinched as if she thought I was going to hit her. I ripped the gag out of her hands and forced the ball into her mouth. She started hitting me, but I just didn't care. Once I gagged her I caught her flailing arms and handcuffed them behind her. She looked at me with terror in her eyes. 

"Right you, you are coming with me." I untied her feet from the bed and grabbed her hair. I led her into the room where I had set up a metal chair, bolted to the floor. I nearly threw her on to the chair. I tied her feet tightly to the back legs of the chair, spreading her legs back and outwards as I pulled the ropes tight. "You still haven't learned have you? You think you are strong, you think you can beat me. Well I have news for you, Sugar. You are already losing." I coiled rope around her upper body as she glared at me. I pulled out some love eggs and switched them on. They started to vibrate in my hands. She flinched away as I inserted them into her. Only then did she realise that they were vibrating. She squirmed in horror as she tried to expel them, but quickly gave up as she accepted that she was stuck with them. She mmphed into her gag as she fought the sensation inside her. I pressed play on the VCR. An image of her bound appeared. She looked in dismay as she realized that she was in for another show, with her as the star. "I want you to watch carefully Sugar. I want you to see what you have become. Not the proud person fighting for freedom, but a common slut struggling only to please yourself. Yeah, look hard at yourself and try and tell me you did not enjoy the feeling" She shook her head violently, in denial. "I don't believe you, not for a moment. Remember I was watching you and remember what you had me do for you last night" A tear ran down her cheek and I saw shame in her eyes. "Why lie to me, to yourself? All you are is a dirty slut, rubbing yourself on someone's leg, like a bitch on heat." The floodgates opened and she began to sob uncontrollably. 

"I once admired your fight, your spirit. Now I can't even bear to look at you. You make me sick Sugar. You deserve what is going to happen to you." She looked up at me in horror. 

"All this time I have been training you to become a slave. I don't want you, not at all. Even as we speak a buyer has been lined up for you. Even as you watch this video, your new master is watching it too. And what a slave you have become. I have never seen such a bondage slut since I started doing this job. You disgust me. I can't even be in the same room as you. I'll leave you to struggle for your own pleasure. Enjoy yourself, and I hope you enjoy your new master. I think you are made for each other." With that I left the room.

I sat in the editing room and watched her struggle. My revelation had renewed her fight and resolve. She fought like I had seen no other fight. Even though she was hit by climax after climax, she fought against her unbreakable bondage. I considered what I had told her. Normally any person I had dealt with before would have snapped, but not her. My decision was made. I had failed to break her. 

I walked back into the room. Even though she was exhausted, she was still fighting her bonds. I walked up to her and held her head so she looked into my eyes. 

"It's OK" I told her. It's over. I was sent here to break you for someone who wanted to sell you. I have failed; I could not break you. I admire your spirit, therfore I am going to let you go, go back to your life. I will keep you here until dark and then I will take you to your car. What you do from there is your own choice, but I will never be found. I just need you to believe me, OK?" She nodded her head.

After I explained that I needed to control her release, she did not resist as I bound her and left her on the sofa, after she had dressed. I packed all the gear and blindfolded her ready for her journey. I put her into the estate section of the car and drove her to the station where I had previously put her car. I went round to the back of the car and untied her feet. I then took her blindfold off and took her round to the driver's door of her car. I opened it up and sat her in the seat. I then walked around and sat in her passenger seat. 

"Well, it's over now. You will be free to go." I told her as I lit a cigarette.

"What now?" she asked. "Other people will come for me? You failed, bet they will not give up."

"They will not know about you. Only two people know all the details about you. I am one of them. The other is the boss of this so-called organisation. After tonight, there will be just one." I replied.

"What are you going to do?" she asked me, uncertainly. I just answered with a look.

"You were due to be picked up by him at midnight. All I ask is that you do not alert the authorities before the morning. I will phone them myself with the address. Come what may, you will never be targeted again. You have my word on that. I have to go now. You take care, and thanks." I told her as I handed her the keys to her cuffs.

"Thanks for what?" she asked me.

"Thanks for showing me what it was to be a good, strong person. I came to train you, you trained me. Who would have thought that?" I smiled at her. "I am going to take the head off this snake. Another will grow, but I will chop that one off too. And again until no more heads grow. See you." I murmured as I opened the door and got out of the car.

Epilogue

"So, that's why she isn't here. And you are the snake I was telling her about."

"I see. You'll never get out of this house, Anton and Ramone are outside and they are armed. As good as you are with that damn katana, you will be no match for their guns."

"Armed they may be, but they were dead as you entered the front of the house. It's just you me and my damn katana now, my friend. I need the information in your laptop."

"Oh, Over my dead body. You'll..."

"That was the general idea. I cannot let you live, you know too much about me, too much about her. I cannot let her be harmed again. I am going to wipe all of your people out. You have done too much wrong and I have aswell. She showed me what it meant to be a good person, I had forgotten."

"It doesn't have to be this way. You can leave without all this."

"You will stand against me some way or another in the future. Goodbye John."

"Not like this, it doesn't have to be thi..."

"I have a job to do. Sleep well."



The Deal



Billings Chevrolet is a small dealership in our hometown. Guelph is a rural town with a population of about seven thousand surrounded by farms. 

Billings Chevrolet sold about a hundred or so units a year. About fifty - fifty cars and trucks. I worked for Larry Billings as his number one office girl looking after most of the bookwork. My husband Rick was one of the three mechanics Billings employed in his service department.

I had been fucking Billings for the past three years and in return I had a company car at my disposal as well as some generous bonuses in my pay packets.

I think Rick had a pretty good idea Billings was getting into my pants and seemed to enjoy eating the cream pies I brought home. Rick was not the jealous type, one time we had one of his buddies at our place drinking and we ended up having a threesome with him.

One of the perks working for Billings was the "bird dog" fee. Each time I got a customer to purchase a vehicle from Billings I got a finder's fee, usually fifty bucks.

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There was a Chevy 50 series in stock that had been special ordered and then the deal collapsed. It was an ugly green cab and chassis with a humungous gasoline engine and a two-speed transmission. The truck was nearing having a birthday on the lot and had nearly a hundred clicks on it from just moving it around the lot. Billings was desperate to get rid of it and free up the money he had tied up in it. He offered a hundred dollars "bird dog" to whoever could find a buyer to get it off his hands.

Jim Fletcher was a local farmer who supplied Greenwoods Downs with their hay and straw. He delivered over a hundred bales a week to the track. Fletcher was using a nine-year-old Dodge truck hat was on its last legs. I figured he would be a good prospective buyer for Billings' white elephant.

Fletcher was an old friend of Alf Lepage who had the local Dodge dealership. When Fletcher decided to trade he would likely go to Lepage to deal and Dodge trucks were cheaper than Chevrolet. It was up to me to get him to buy Billings' truck.

It was a sunny July afternoon when I drove up to the Fletcher homestead outside of town. Billings had eagerly given me the afternoon off to see if I could entice Fletcher into a deal.

Jessie Fletcher was in the yard hanging some laundry on the line as I got out of my Malibu.

"Jim's in the barn if you want to see him." Jessie yelled.

I waved my greetings to her and headed towards the big red barn.

The barn was dimly light and I found Fletcher working on his John Deere windrower. He was surprised to look up and see me standing there in a short cotton summer dress. 

"Hi Jim, I come to offer you a deal you can't refuse." I said.

Jim looked at me perplexed. I explained to him that I was here to make a deal with him to buy the Chevy truck. I told him Billings was willing to match Lepage's price on the same size Dodge and I was willing to sweeten the deal. While he looked at me puzzled I lifted the hem of my dress up to my waist, I was wearing no panties.

We fucked in the loft on a mound of sweet smelling hay. I stripped totally naked for the old hick and let him ride me like a brood mare. 

Billings was amazed when Fletcher marched into his office to buy the truck. He never thought I would go through with fucking the old farmer for a hundred bucks.

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Billings and I would fuck in his office almost everyday. He was a good screw and got me off most of the time. Usually he would hike my skirt up over my ass while I bent over his desk, pull down my panties and shove his thick cock into my hungry cunt.

Billings did not care that I fucked his customers to get them to buy from him. As long as he got his piece of ass when he wanted I was free to fuck whomever I wanted.

"I got a terrific deal for you to work on Michelle." Billings said after dumping a load of cum in me. "Cliff Malloy is replacing the fleet of company cars, ten units."

Cliff Malloy was the manager of the Guelph office of Morden and Helwig Insurance Adjusting. Each of their adjusters was supplied with a loaded full size automobile.

Ten loaded Impalas would represent a nice size bird dog. I called Malloy at his office and arranged to meet him that night for dinner.

Malloy was old enough to be my father or maybe even my grandfather. A short portly gray hair jovial guy who always had a flattering remark whenever or paths crossed. 

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Malloy had a good idea why I had asked him to dinner. He knew I was going to give him a spiel on why he should buy his new cars from Billings; he just didn't know how far I would go. 

Cliff was waiting at the table when I made my entrance into the El Toreador dining room. I wanted to make a good impression when he saw me so I could seduce him into seeing things my way.

I wore a figure hugging floor length black sheath with a side split almost up to my waist. The bodice was dangerously low held by spaghetti straps that displayed a generous expanse of my décolleté. Panty lines did not mar the smooth flow of the material; I was naked under the dress.

I spent three hours in the salon having my hair done, a manicure and a Brazilian wax treatment. I was ready to deal.

"You look lovely tonight Michelle." Malloy said as he rose to greet me.

The evening started with sociable small talk until I steered it to his new car acquisition. We were on our second bottle of Chardonnay and talking quite frankly.

"You sign the order and I will fuck your brains out!" I blatantly proposed.

I knew by the look on his face I had him.

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The Pillar and Post is a luxurious motel just outside of the town limits. The room cost seventy-five bucks but it was going on Billings' credit card. I had booked in and picked up the key before meeting Malloy so we could go right into our room when we arrived.

I had set the lights and tuned the radio into a FM station that played uninterrupted romantic music. Tom Jones was wailing "The Green Grass of Home" when we entered. A bottle of Dom Perignoin was chilling in the ice bucket. 

"Pour us a drink while I get comfortable." I said as I headed into the bathroom.

I emerged from the bathroom wearing only black patent heels and a pearl necklace. Malloy's eyes almost popped out of his head as he beheld at my naked body.

There were no bra or panty marks on my fair skin and my bald pussy was as smooth as a baby's bottom.

"You like?" I asked, as I turn round in front of him. 

The expression on his face answered my question.

I took the flute of champagne from his hand and filled my mouth with the chilled bubbly wine. With my mouth full of champagne I knelt in front of him and took his cock out of his trousers. His cock was hard as it went into my mouth to be bathed in the champagne. Sealing my lips around his shaft so as not to loose any of the wine I gave his cock a delightful bubble bath.

Slowly I swallowed the champagne until there was only my tongue caressing his throbbing cock. Up and around my tongue swirled tantalizing his sensitive member. My hand was wrapped around the base of his cock milking it into my mouth.

Swiftly he surrendered his first load of cream which I greedily swallowed allowing only a token amount to escape from my lips and drip down my chin onto my bare breasts.

Malloy moaned his relief as he drained his sperm into me. At this point he would have signed an order for fifty new cars.

As Malloy undressed for the main event I drank another glass of champagne to wash the salty taste of sperm from my mouth.

Once Malloy was naked I positioned myself in the middle of the large bed on my elbows and knees, my bare ass high in the air.

"Does your wife let you fuck her in the ass?" I teased the old codger.

Malloy had a wicked grin on his face as he climbed onto the bed behind me.

I felt the head of his cock press against my sphincter and the pressure as my tiny brown starfish yielded to his ramrod and he entered my bowels.

I have been fucked in the ass by some pretty big dicks so Malloy's eight inches was no challenge. Gripping my hips he pulled me onto his cock like he was shoving a knife into its sheath.

"Oh yes, play with my clit!" I begged him.

His right hand released my hip and came around to find my aching clitoris.

Oh yes baby, that's it!" I groaned as he began working my swollen trigger.

Malloy was humping my ass like I was a stray bitch in heat.

My ass was rotating in small circles puling Malloy's cock with it. We were in fuck frenzy as my tits swung in wild abandonment. Malloy's pelvis slammed into my ass again and again driving his meat hammer deep inside my asshole.

The pace was too brutal, Malloy's cock exploded like a stick of dynamite launching another load of his cum, this time far up my rectum.

My ass cheeks clenched his cock squeezing every drop of his cream from his cock.

Eventually I released my grip on Malloy's spent cock and allowed him to withdraw from m still dripping residual cum. Malloy moved around to my head and offered his cock fresh from my asshole to my mouth.

Fearlessly I opened my mouth and took his stinking juice coated dick into my head.

He was bitter with residual cum and secretion from the walls of my dirt chute. Unconcerned I sucked the filthy thing clean.

Another glass of champagne to rid my mouth of the taste of crud. Malloy must have swallowed a Viagara before we met, as he was getting hard again!

"How do you want to do it this time?" I asked him.

Malloy opted to use my pussy this time. I convinced him to let me get on top and do all the work while I rode his cock like a nymphomaniac cowgirl. 

He lay on his back with his resurrected cock pointing at the ceiling. Carefully I straddled his hips and lowered myself onto his erection.

He slid into me easily and quickly I had all of his cock swallowed in my hungry fuck hole.

"Hang on baby!" I cried as I started to ride his boner.

I was like a wildcat bouncing up and down on his shaft. My tits bounced insanely as I pounded his cock deeper and deeper into my sloppy cunt. I knew he would not be able to handle too much of this intense all-out fucking.

His body stiffened under me and he emitted a groan of agony as I stole yet another load of cum from his beleaguered cock.

Malloy was defeated; I had sucked every drop of cum from him he was able to produce. Exhausted I lay atop him letting his spent dick soak in our love juices.

"Had enough?" I asked him.

Begrudgingly he admitted he was beaten.

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It was after midnight when I got home that night. Rick was already in bed as I snuck into the bedroom and joined him naked in bed.

I took his hand and carefully placed it on my sodden pussy so his fingertips were in Malloy's mess. Groggily he awakens just as I sat on his face. I felt my husband's tongue snake into the cream pie I had brought him from my night's adventure.

Of course Billings was ecstatic that I had closed the deal with Malloy and upgraded my demo from the drab Malibu to a cute red SSR convertible.

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I am now working on a deal with old Merv Anderson the Town's Works manager for half a dozen pickups.



The Deal



I was sitting on the deck drinking iced tea dreaming of summer fun when my wife, Carol, wandered over to a chaise lounge chair and spread out a towel, laid down on her belly, facing away from me and started to soak up the first warm day of spring.

Admiringly, I watched her as her skin glowed in the afternoon sun. The gentle curves of her body playing shadow games with the sun beginning at her feet, flowing gracefully over her ankles to calves that appeared curvaceous, but were actually quite small, just well defined. Most people's knees were not very attractive; knobby, scarred, or dimpled in the back. Carol's knees were small, almost dainty; they blended her calves to her thighs perfectly as they formed rather slender, and then arched seemingly forever, finally joining her small, boyish hips. 

As her tiny waist joined her lower back the sun danced on the beads of sweat like a thousand precious stones brilliantly glimmering a bright white light that seemed to glow all the brighter as it reflected from her pale, exposed skin. The lithe form of her back as it held the sun on one side and shadow on the other softly pressed against the pair of full breasts, squeezing them, outwards from under her chest making them appear even larger in the bright sun.

I sat and watched her and reminisced about how lucky I was to have such a trophy wife. Smiling, I recalled how popular she was in high school, and how her first boy friend was Mark, the quarterback for the football team. He was the complete stud; good looks, muscles, great hair and a devil may care attitude. He was always in trouble and her father made them break it off. 

Of the boy friends I was aware of, Mark was the only one that I knew for sure she had sex with. I had been at a school dance when upon leaving, I observed them going at it behind the cars in the parking lot. She was screaming as he gave it to her good. I never asked her about her other sexual experiences. I thought I was the luckiest guy in town when she asked me to start dating her just one day after we graduated. 

We dated all through college. I knew she was seeing others from time to time and the thought of her with other men did bother me, so I proposed to her to take her off the market and we set a wedding date, just after my graduation from college. I had yet to meet her father, so she rushed me to her parents house for dinner one night and introduced me eagerly to her father, explaining how 'smart' I was, and how I planned on becoming a 'CPA'. I felt as if she was trying to convince her father that she had made a good catch. She seemed to be trying too hard though, and I was just a little concerned.

Later, after dinner, her father pulled me into his study, had me sit and he talked of his 'little girl' and how her many previous suitors had been losers and no-account bums. He made it very clear that he was not convinced by her lavish praise of me. I made it clear that my intentions were honorable and his concerns would be dispelled when I sat for my CPA exam and demonstrated my mettle. 

He squinted one eye, thought deeply for a moment, then thrust out his right hand, offering a hand shake, saying, "You better young man. My daughter has a penchant for picking up losers, but I'll give you this chance to prove yourself."

Grasping his hand and shaking it, I couldn't help but wonder what I had gotten into. Over the next few months I was able to surmise that her father had disapprovingly run off every boyfriend she had ever had. It also became apparent that I was 'chosen' as a geek that could make daddy happy. Well, I thought of the other guys, their loss is my gain. 

Her mother talked very little to me before we were married. However, a short time after Carol and I tied the knot, her mother confided in me, rather casually, that she was glad I had 'straightened Carol out' because the other 'boys' were after only one thing and that Carol seemed only too happy to oblige them. I asked her how many boys her husband had run off, she shrugged and didn't commit to a number, just a "few."

We had been married six years now, six wonderful years. She was always the dutiful wife, never a cross word was uttered toward, or about me. I loved her deeply and completely. I truly believed she loved me also.

"Can you?" I heard someone talking. "Dave, earth to Dave, can you put lotion on my chest?" Carol was asking me for assistance.

"Sure honey." I said as I smiled.

She was now on her back. The chaise lounge had left little wrinkles across her skin where the material had bunched under her as she lay face down. I enjoyed plying her with lotion; it was so erotic to me. Carol never really needed much sex. Of course, I wasn't the greatest lover either so it just made sense that our love life was routine, and very uninspired. 

At times like this I allowed myself to think of how it might have been different if I was an athletic stud type. I never shared these erotic thoughts with her, she seemed content without them. Looking down at my protruding belly and stiffening erection, I wondered if she saw me the way I saw myself.

"That's enough." I heard.

"Dave, that's enough. What's gotten into you today? You seem so distant." Carol was saying.

"Oh, I was just day dreaming honey." I said, with a sigh.

"Well, you better pick up your suit at the cleaners for the reunion dinner tonight." She reminded.

We were attending our ten-year high school reunion dinner tonight. Time had flown. Carol didn't look twenty-eight. She had changed little since high school. I couldn't wait to see the looks on everyone's faces when they found out I had married Carol, the prettiest girl in school. Since we lived quite far from the old school we had made hotel reservations so as not to have a long drive back after the reunion.

When I returned from the cleaners, Carol was just getting dressed. She was always elegant, but tonight she positively glowed. I admired her as she completed her preparations and got ready to leave. I showered, worked diligently on my comb-over, yes I'm balding, but not bald, and tried to look as slim as I could as I primped in front of the mirror. Ready to leave, we got the car, and headed off for the hour long drive to our reunion. 

At first I thought we had attended the wrong dinner, I didn't recognize anyone. Then a few people reintroduced themselves to me and I started to relax and chat about all the things we had done before and since we graduated from high school. Carol wandered around looking for her old girl friends and found several. Most of them looked fat and frumpy. They looked at her with envy and admiration.

A guy that I had barely known began chatting me up and in mid sentence noticed Carol. He almost choked, and said, "Shit, that's Carol. God she was the hottest, best looking girl in school… She's still the best looking, damn how would you like a piece of that?"

"She's my wife." I said smugly, relishing the moment.

"No way, shit, I'm sorry about what I said…" he began stuttering.

"Forget it." I quipped, in a superior tone, and walked away.

Later, as the night wore on, word got out that I had married Carol and the murmurs began. Some of the guys couldn't believe it, others congratulated me.

I had been talking to another classmate that had also become a CPA, when I noticed Carol talking to what looked like the hotel maintenance staff. She was rather animated and kept pawing his biceps and patting his chest as she talked and smiled at him. She was too far away to tell what the conversation might be about, so I maneuvered myself closer.

I managed to come up behind Carol and pretended to be listening to a group discuss the current school administration, as I eavesdropped on my wife. She kept clucking like a school girl as she reminisced with this uncouth stranger. From time to time I strained to look at him to see if I might recall who he might be. 

He was explaining that he had spent several years in the state penitentiary for various felonies when I heard Carol ask him, "Mark, you were in prison?"

Mark? This was Mark? I almost choked as I thought of the dire consequences of his meeting her here. Shit I have to do something I thought. 

Just then, someone said, "Hey Dave, what do you think?"

Carol spun around to confront me face to face. Both of us froze in place, mouth's agape, Carol red faced, me white as a sheet. "Oh, Dave…you remember Mark, don't you?"

"Uhh…sure." I lied.

"Yea, I remember you too." Mark said with a snide smirk, "Hey, carol I want you to meet my girlfriend." He pulled her by the arm, leaving me standing there.

There was no way I was going to leave them alone, so I followed them. Mark walked up to a woman leaning against the wall in the back of the room. She had been standing alone and looked like a street urchin that had wandered in.

"Hey, baby this is Carol, the girl I told you about." Mark was introducing Carol to his girlfriend. 

"Hi, Baby, it's good to meet you." Carol was offering her hand to shake.

"My name ain't baby," The woman said with an annoyed look, motioning to the door she said, "Mark, let's get the fuck out of here." 

Mark looked over his shoulder at me. My heart leapt to my throat. He looked back at Carol and said something I couldn't hear.

Carol looked at me, smiled, and said, "They don't have a place to stay in town, and since we have a double room, I told Mark they could stay with us."

"Carol…we should have discussed this." I implored.

Mark laughed and said "Oh, come on man, share and share alike, right?"

I was dumbfounded, intimidated, unable to vocalize my dissent.

As we were staying in the same hotel that hosted the reunion, we all piled into the elevator together. Having keen powers of observation I noticed that they didn't have any luggage. I smiled at Mark's girlfriend and asked, "Traveling light, are you?"

She gave me a look that made the hair bristle on my neck, and said, "We ain't movin' in."

This was such a bad idea, I thought. I moved next to Carol just before the elevator stopped at our floor. As the door opened I leaned close to her and whispered, "These people are not like us, Carol."

She shot a stern look at me, and whispered, "No, you aren't like us."

I was stunned; my wife had deliberately alienated me, and was identifying with these people.

We arrived at the room, Carol had the room key card - she could never get those things to work - she fiddled with the card in the slot several times, until Mark moved up behind her and took the card, pushed, pulled and shoved the door open.

Carol insisted we call room service for dinner and a bottle of wine. One bottle of wine turned into several more, and soon everyone was drunk, but me. Carol went to take a shower. And while she was gone Mark and his girlfriend wasted no time getting comfortable. 

This was the first time I had heard Mark refer to his girlfriend by name. I resisted watching as Mona and Mark took over the near bed and soon stripped each other of their garments. 

"Gawd damn, Mona, don't you ever change those underwear?"

Mona acted as if I wasn't even there, Mark just didn't care. Soon they were in each other's arms kissing and fondling their way to complete abandon. Mona had Mark's penis in one hand and his balls in the other, gently playing with them as he thrust his thumb repeatedly into her vagina.

I chanced a glimpse at them; Mark was a hard man, muscles rippled under skin that was covered with jail house tattoos. His hair was cropped short, much like the Aryan Nations types I had seen on TV documentaries. He had spike ear studs that made him look evil as they reflected the garish light that pierced the darkness as it found its way through the small gap in the curtains. I looked away. I was at once scared and sickened.

Mark made no pretense about his intentions; he grabbed Mona by the legs and pulled her roughly along her back, until his massive penis, only partly erect, was in close proximity to her vagina. She reached down and grasped his stiffening member, pumped it a couple times, then placed it at the swollen lips of her expectant vagina. Her mouth formed a small 'oh' as she awaited his forward motion. 

As he started forward, her head rocked back, she pressed down against his force as he continued. The penetration was halted as his massive meat met too much resistance to fully impale her on the first thrust. He backed out a few inches; Mona clung to him as he did, with unexpected force he thrust forward again, ramming his tortuously large penis into her cunt further still. Mona gasped at the violent intrusion, but continued to cling to Mark's hips.

The lovers paid no attention to me; they were now manic in their actions, oblivious to the surroundings, unable to comprehend anything but one another. Mark was ramming his tool into Mona with so much energy that I couldn't believe Mona was able to withstand the tortuous pounding, but she was enjoying it, deriving pleasure from the rough treatment she was receiving.

Mark continued for several minutes, Mona was totally exhausted and just lay as a rag under his pounding thrusts. It became apparent that he was unable to achieve an orgasm himself. He slowed, became obviously agitated, and told Mona, "Fuck me back."

She tried to help him, but her energy had been expended. He collapsed on her, breathing heavily, and cussing under his breath. Then he pushed himself up with his strong, well muscled arms, and looked at me, saying nothing at first, just glowering at me. I became aware of how really dangerous I thought he was. 

He jumped up off the bed, stood in front of me and said, "Do you like watchin'?" 

I rolled over on the bed, facing away from them, and shook in stark terror, not answering his rhetorical question. Carol coming out of the bathroom distracted him from threatening me further. Carol slid in bed beside me, and went to sleep almost immediately. I, however, languished in sleepless horror for some time before I passed out.

Very early in the morning hours, I woke to the sound of Mark's violent love making. Without letting on I was awake I listened intently to the couple's rude manner of mating. 

I felt Carol move beside me, rolling over in her sleep. She was now spooning with me, this made me feel so much more secure. After last night, any affection from her was reassuring. Almost imperceptibly, she had moved her hand in close proximity to my crotch, and was now gently massaging my penis. I was now wide awake, with the sexual activity in the next bed and now this unanticipated interest, well it was the naughty aspect of doing 'it' in the presence of others that was stimulating.

She had her hand around my erect penis stroking it softly. Keeping her hold on it she nudged my hip, indicating she wanted me to roll onto my back. She slid slowly beneath the covers and took me in her mouth. The sheer erotic licentiousness of the situation made it the most arousing moment I'd ever encountered. I listened as Mark was pounding unmercifully into Mona, I imagined being so virile, so masculine, so sexually dominating. 

Carol had maneuvered between my legs and pressed my legs up, toward my chest, exposing my anus to her mouth. She then did something I had never even imagined one person would do to another; she stuck her tongue into my anus. 

I gasped out loud, "Oh god!"

Mark chuckled an unintelligible comment.

Carol was now pressing a finger in my anus, her mouth was around my penis again. The finger in my anus began a gentle stroking of my prostate, sending exhilarating sensations through my body. This was an experience I could never have believed possible before. In a moment the trembling began in my legs, traveling through my torso like electric shocks.

My climax erupted like a geyser. I had no idea how much sperm I ejaculated, but it felt like buckets full. Her masterful manipulation of my prostate had me convulsing much harder than any orgasm I had ever had. The exertion of the orgasm had me so exhausted I just dozed off to sleep.

The morning came all too soon. I woke with my arms around Carol, spooning her. I looked over at Mark and Mona, still asleep in the other bed. Recalling the fantastic blow job of the night before, I began to feel a little frisky. I tentatively reached down and began to fondle Carol's pussy from behind. With two fingers I spread her open very gently. She moaned and stirred slightly. I pressed a finger into her pussy and it went straight in to the hilt. She was sopping wet with sticky goo. I pulled my finger out and looked at it. My finger was covered with thick milky sperm.

"What the hell?" I wondered aloud.

Then I looked up and saw Mona looking directly into my eyes. She smiled, and held her middle finger in the air, wiggling it suggestively.

The harsh truth of that finger was profound. As I lay there, wondering what had happened, I kept remembering the glorious orgasm I experienced with that crude woman. Every time I conjured up the image of Mark fucking Carol, my mind immediately rationalized it with Mona's expert technique. I had been violated by a woman I wouldn't normally acknowledge in public. Still, she had certain skills, some redeeming abilities.

When everyone was fully awake, we did our best to ignore one another. Carol packed and we were on the road home, alone before she even spoke to me. 

"Dave, I just want you to know that Mark and I…last night…well it was just for old times sake, you know?" she said, trying to convince herself as much as me.

When I didn't answer she continued, "Mona is a slut, isn't she?"

I still didn't reply.

The entire ride home I fantasized about Mona and her finger. I didn't dismiss Carol's transgression, but it just did not bother me the way it should have. Maybe it was because I always knew she was trashy under that beautiful exterior. Her mother and father had warned me as much. Mona had captivated me. She wasn't classically attractive, she was probably plain as a child, but now, she was tattooed and dressed like a biker bitch. She looked almost as dangerous as Mark – almost.

As I showered I recalled how Mona had brought me to climax and my penis signaled its enthusiasm by stiffening appreciably in my hand. While I massaged my penis with my right hand, I placed the middle finger of my left into my ass. It was impossible to get the proper angle while standing in the shower, so I sat on the floor, spread my legs, and reinserted my finger by reaching between my legs from the front. I sat there on the shower floor, fingering my asshole and jerking my penis to a climax. It was okay, but not special. Not even close to the experience that Mona had given me. I finished showering and went to bed. 

Later in the week I got a phone call at the office from Mona. She said she had to meet with me, "It's important." She said.

At first I was inclined to disregard her 'important' plea, but my vanity got the better of me; maybe she wants a repeat performance, I thought. If I had been thinking clearly it would have been obvious that she didn't get anything the first time around to want a second time. I agreed to meet her at a road side bar, outside of town after work.

She was already there when I showed up a little late. Her demeanor was different from the last time we met, but still quite crude. She had a beer waiting for me and I thanked her for being so thoughtful.

"Yea, sure." She said, dismissively.

"What's so important, Mona."

"Look, I've got a proposition for ya."

"A proposition?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, looking at her ample sagging breasts.

She had obviously been around the block a few times and knew when she was being mocked. "I mean, I got a deal. See Mark and me got this idea, but it won't work unless you go along with it."

"I'm listening."

"Ok, it goes like this; Carol's old man is rich, Mark says he's worth about two mil, and your little miss prissy is set to inherit most of it."




The Deal



"How does that involve you?"

"Let me explain. Mark fucking her the other night wasn't just for giggles, he knew she couldn't let him leave without getin' some. Mark is smart like that, anyhow, the only way she gets the money is if you two are still happily married when daddy kicks the bucket. If she ain't, well bye-bye Dillards, hello Wal-Mart."

"I still don't understand…"

"I'm getting' to it. Here's the deal; Mark says if you go along, he'll hold off Carol, so the inheritance goes through with out a hitch, we split everything four ways, and then we can part company friendly like."

I wasn't convinced this woman was serious. Her 'plan' was complete bullshit, it wouldn't work. "I don't think you understand the law Mona…"

"I know the law real fuckin' good… you prick!" she shot back, "What do you think will happen if Mark shows up at daddy's house, and Carol and him disappear for a few days together? Think it couldn't happen? Do you want to take that chance?"

I had to admit, she was shaking my confidence. Carol had acted like a slut with Mark. "Let's say I go along with this charade, what's stopping me from just keeping all the money?"

"Everything. If Carol inherits the two mil, you get shit in a divorce. If you go along, well who gives a shit if you divorce her or not?"

"Does she know?"

"No. If she knew we were fucking with her just for daddy's money…well she might not go along."

I sat and thought about my options, I thought that I could come up with a way to defeat these two morons, but I saw their logic; Carol was too unstable to rely on with Mark in the picture, he was the spoiler. "Okay, Count me in."

"Great!" She said with a big smile, "Let's toast, to the deal."

"The deal." I echoed.

That night I was watching Carol wander around the house like she usually does, when the door bell rang. She went to answer it, and as she opened the door I couldn't see who it was. The look on her face however was one of astonishment. She shot a quick glance toward me, and then leaned into the doorway as if to say something. 

"Who is it honey?" I asked.

Suddenly, Mark barged through the doorway, "Hi, buddy, bet you didn't expect me, did ya."

Mona followed, him in and they made themselves at home in my living room. They seemed to be quite sociable and not nearly as intimidating as the last time we were together. We drank and talked, or I should say Mark talked; I found out much more about prison life than I ever wanted to know. 

Carol hung on every word he said. When he described how the white guys treated their punks better than the blacks did, Carol had to ask what a 'punk' was. When Mark explained that a punk was a sissy that the inmates used for sex, she said, "Oh, god, you didn't?"

"Hell yah, man. I had a punk I sold for five cartons of cigarettes before I got released."

Carol was astonished, "You didn't?"

"Sure, I didn't need him no more."

Carol's disbelief was lost on Mark. His life in prison was unimaginable to her.

"Did you like having sex with a man?" Carol asked, shooting a discomfited look toward me.

"Well, if it's a warm hole it works for me."

"Oh, god." Carol said squirming in her chair. She was becoming aroused.

Mona took the opportunity to interject a comment by telling a story of a guy she knew that liked to get off by being penetrated in the ass.

Every one seemed to be repulsed by the idea, but I thought I knew who she was talking about – me. I sat there listening, my heart pounding, pulse racing, my erect penis straining against my trousers.

"Dave, what do you think?" Mona asked, teasing me.

"I don't feel I'm qualified to comment." I replied.

Mark turned grim faced as the muscles in his neck and arms tensed and bulged. "Who the fuck you think you are?"

Carol saw the danger, "He didn't mean anything, Mark."

"How would you like to get some 'qualification', Dave? Maybe I'll just give you some." He said and stood, threateningly.

Carol grabbed him and dragged him into the kitchen. Mona looked after them and just shook her head.

"You can't be provoking him, Dave" She said to me.

"Provoking. Who's provoking who?"

"Look, Carol will cool him down. Let's just let it go, okay?" Mona, implored.

"Sure, okay."

We talked about very little, we had no common experience to relate to, and so we mostly just sat and fidgeted. Finally, Mona asked the question that I had been wanting to ask all night, "That thing I did the other night…that was good for you?"

"Oh, god, Mona…" I blushed, "That was the most intense thing I ever felt."

"You won't believe how I learned to do that."

"Tell me."

"Well, the first time Mark was in jail was when he was a young kid and he was a punk for this big, black dude."

"No shit? That's why he…"

"Umm humm, See, this black dude liked to fuck Mark, but he had also been a punk – and he liked it – the down low they call it, anyhow, he taught Mark how to do it to him, and Mark taught it to me. Cool huh?"

"Yea, cool." I sat there trying to imagine Mark with a big black guy fucking him; the visual just didn't come in clear.

"Say, Dave, what's say you return the favor?" Mona asked, demurely.

"What, here, now?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Carol…"

"Dave, get a grip. Her and Mark have been fucking for the past half hour. Didn't you know?"

"What?" I hadn't realized. I stood and walked to the kitchen, they weren't there. I walked to my bedroom door, and the distinct sounds of love making were there alright. I wanted to open the door, but Mona stopped my hand, and pulled me down the hall to the guest bedroom.

Mona stripped immediately and pulled the comforter back on the bed, looked at me and asked, "Well?"

As I undressed I looked Mona over real well. She was a true blonde, her ample breasts sagged somewhat, but were still moderately attractive. It was apparent that she had been around, her tattoos were everywhere and had several men's names inscribed in them. Maybe they were ownership tats, I recalled hearing bikers did that to their women. My next thought was of disease. Then I watched as she pulled a long strip of rubbers from her purse. Humm, must be a girl scout, I thought.

"Dave, if you don't hurry up, I'm gonna go solo."

"Can I watch?" I responded, trying to relax. I slid between the sheets, and Mona reached to turn off the lights. 

When she turned back to me she said, "Dave, I like to fuck, but I only get off by oral."

I lowered myself onto her, my penis hard against her thigh as I kissed her passionately. She ran her hands over the fuzzy skin of my head, noticing my bald spot.

I began kissing down her body, pausing again to worship her heavy breasts before slowly making my way back down. Mona said Mark hadn't eaten her out in ages. He wasn't very into it which was a tremendous let down for her because it had been the way she climaxed. 

She stretched her arms up over her head, reaching for an invisible hold as I parted her legs and gently parted her labia with my tongue. She sucked in air as my tongue licked her pussy, exploring her folds and savoring her. I inhaled, taking in her wondrous musky scent and moaned my approval into her. I stuck my tongue deep inside of her, softly fucking her with it until her squirming told me that I was needed elsewhere. I slid my mouth up to her clit, began circling it gently with my tongue. She lowered her arms and began kneading her breasts, as I slowly drove her insane.

I began moving faster, in tighter circles and she began bucking against my mouth, desperate and wild. I wrapped an arm around each of her thighs and held them fast and began to grind my face against her in earnest. She put her forearm in her mouth and screamed into it as her hips thrust upward one last time and she froze as the orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, trying to come down, but I wouldn't let her. 

I merely slowed down as her orgasm subsided and then started all over again. She begged me to stop, reached over to her purse and retrieved a small penlight size vibrator and handed it to me. It was only about six inches long, tiny really, and it was curved at the pointed end.

"Use this," she said "the curve goes up, like this," she motioned, hooking her finger, "remember how I did you?"

I nodded.

"Well girls have a 'g' spot just where I got you, only mine is here," pointing, "Do you think you can find it?"

Smiling, I nodded again.

I inserted the tip and tried to imagine what it was I was supposed to do, and then Mona said "There!" So I reached over with my free hand and turned the vibrator on the lowest speed. She tensed, I concentrated. I began moving the shaft around looking for clues from her demeanor as to how successful I was. Soon she was trembling and shaking, she broke into a fine sweat all over. As I moved it became apparent that her 'spot' was actually located in a depression just inside and directly behind her pelvic bone. I tried to imagine its placement and maneuvered the vibrator in the direction I imagined. 

Mona lurched, driving herself against my hand, "Oh, gawd!" she exclaimed.

As I moved the vibrator back and forth into her silky opening, I rotated the end I was holding, downward thereby forcing the tip more firmly into the 'g' spot. Mona reacted as I thought she might, convulsing under the mechanical onslaught. It was then that I realized that her clitoris was unattended, so I wrapped my tongue around it as I continued to stroke her with the vibrating shaft. The result was a violent bucking and thrashing against my face and hands, it took a great deal of concentration to keep everything in their proper place. But I was actually enjoying this. Not as much as Mona, but my self esteem was bolstered by her reaction to my ministrations. I was proud.

She bucked and screamed and ground herself against my face and the more she lost control, the more I wanted to eat her. Screaming so loud she actually startled me, Mona climaxed violently against my face.

Slowing, she looked down between her legs and said, "Damn, Dave, that was great!"

I just smiled at her, come and pussy juice dripping from my face.

She raised her knees and spread her legs as far apart as she could and I knelt between them looking down at her. I took my cock and rubbed it against her wet slit, running it up and down, teasing her by rubbing it across her clit and then circling her tight hole. She vocalized her frustration and I couldn't wait anymore. I put the head against her and pushed it inside of her. I put a hand on the back of each of her knees and held her legs apart so I could watch as I penetrated her. I sucked in air through my teeth and then closed my eyes. 

"You feel like you're on fire," I said when I was fully sheathed. 

"I am, and it's because of you," she managed as she rocked her hips against mine. I knew my penis was a far cry from what she was use to, but it was all I had and so I was doing what made me feel good now. She was loose, a well worn woman probably. I wondered how many men had been in there before me, and then I remembered that I was fucking her without protection. 

"Shit!"

"What?" Mona asked, concerned.

"I forgot to use a rubber."

"Too late now…anyways, it wouldn't really help."

I didn't understand what she meant, "Why?"

Mark is going bareback with miss prissy, and…"

"Oh, yeah, I see what you mean."

"Come on, Dave fuck my brains out."

I began sliding slowly at first, and then began to gather up momentum, slamming into her pussy. I pushed her legs back until her knees against her shoulders and had her folded in half, then lay over her, supported by my two arms and began slamming into her pussy. I pistoned into her making her cry out and her back arch. 

She begged me to release her legs, and then wrapped them around my thighs. That felt great, it made me feel secure, wanted – held. Mona reached for her vibrator, turned it on and placed it in the opening to my ass, she pushed but it was dry and my anus wouldn't comply. She pushed me up high enough for her to douse the plastic shaft with her love juices from her pussy, and then tried again to penetrate my ass. This time she was successful and it went in with a pop past the sphincter muscle.

I was pounding into Mona and she was searching my ass with the vibrator. In moments I was convulsing in that wondrous ecstasy that comes from the anal stimulation I have now come to crave. I shook and quivered as she pressed home the vibrator, its slender shaft perfectly proportioned for its role as anal probe. Who knew such ecstasy existed.

Finally Mona pulled the shaft out followed by a discernable farting sound. I laughed, she giggled. We kissed deeply.

Laying with Mona in the after glow of our love making, she told me that their visit tonight was calculated to show me that Mark could make Carol do whatever he wanted, "kind'a like insurance" she said.

"I see, and what about you, what are you doing here? Are you insurance?"

"No," she started to explain, "I'm tired, Dave. I've been a dancer, a stripper, and a whore my entire life. I just want a life where I don't have to worry about what pig I have to fuck for dinner."

Her abrupt candor was brutally honest, and insulting, I asked her what she meant, if she thought I was a pig?

She, thought for a moment, then cautiously said, "Dave, if I had your life, your money, your respectability I'd fuck you for it."

"Does fucking me make you respectable?"

"That's not what I mean." She countered, "I just want out of what I've been doing, a second chance, that's all."

"I think I see." I said, unconvincingly, "But do you think I'm a pig?"

She didn't answer me for several minutes. We were still cuddling. Then she turned over and said "Dave, don't let this go to your head, but only a few guys have ever made me come. Usually I have to do it myself, but tonight…well you did something nobody else ever cared enough to do for me."

We lay there, together. And I began to concoct a plan; a plan to get control of this situation, before it ran away from me.

I woke to the sounds of rough sex in the next room, Mona was still sleeping next to me, funny I thought she looked pretty as she slept there, relaxed, the fear and worry gone from her features.

I listened to my wife fucking Mark so close by that I could almost see them in my imagination. I got up and went to their door, it was cracked open and I peered inside. Mark was pile driving his massive meat into Carol's body so violently she was crushed into the bed beneath him and barely rebounded before he drove back into her. 

"Mark…Mark…Mark," she chanted as he continued his assault on her.

Carol began an orgasm that visibly shook her as her rapture enveloped her. She began shouting, "Oh god, fuck me… Oh god… Mark… Mark… Yes." She was flailing her arms, thrusting her pelvis up to meet Mark's thrusts, thoroughly, completely, wantonly abandoned to her sexual demon.

I returned to bed with Mona, I had an idea, it might work, it just had to work.

I went to see Carol's father and found he was gravely ill. Still, he listened as I discussed his estate. He called his attorney and set everything up for me. I never confided in him that there was any problem with his daughter and I, just a concern for the tax liabilities of the estate. The stage was set; now I just had to wait. It wasn't a long wait; he died three weeks after the lawyers had completed my plan for me. 

At the reading of the will Carol sobbed. Mark was sitting in the back of the room, apparently counting his share in his feeble criminal mind. Mona sat quietly waiting for the announcement that everyone had been expecting.

The attorney announced the conditions of the division of the estate "And to his daughter, Carol, fifty thousand dollars…"

"What the fuck!" Mark erupted, jumping to his feet.

Everyone murmured amongst themselves, wondering what this portended. 

The attorney raised his voice "Please, allow me to continue. The remainder of the estate will be transferred to the Foundation for Stimulative Research. This completes the reading."

Carol sobbed uncontrollably. Mona stood up with eyes down cast and left the room. Mark was screaming at the top of his voice at the Attorney. 

I walked over to Carol and handed her a sheaf of papers, and said "Here," as I shoved them into her hands.

"What's this?" She asked.

"Your divorce papers, you and Mark have a nice life." I said, then turned and walked away.

I came out of the attorney's office and saw Mona waiting for a cab. I walked over to her and she looked at me and said, "Didn't plan on that, did we?"

"Oh, I don't know, how would you like to get a drink we me?"

"Sure, I could use one right about now." She said.

I drove us to the same little road side bar that we had met in the afternoon she had informed me of the 'plan'. Once we had our beers and it appeared she had relaxed somewhat, I told her "I served Carol with divorce papers."

"Serves her right, she'll stick like glue to Mark, now that daddy's dead."

"I counted on that."

She squinted her eyes, scrutinizing me, and asked "Why?"

"Well, I'm not sure I want to share that with you, unless…"

"Unless What?" She asked, intrigued.

"Well, it depends on your loyalties, Mona. You see, I don't want Mark insinuating himself back into my life."

"Yea, I know what you mean. I'm shed of him myself. He's pretty much ignored me since Carol…"

There was a tense silence as we sat across from one another, neither eager to leave, or commit to our emotions. 

Finally I couldn't wait any longer, "Mona, how would you like to take a Caribbean cruise with me."

"Me? Why would you want an old whore around?" She said disparagingly.

"Mona, some time ago we sat in this very place and made a deal. I'd like to honor that deal with you."

"But the inheritance, the will, the money's gone…"

"Not exactly, Mona, you see I'm the executive director of the Foundation for Stimulative Research." I paused for effect.

The look on her face was priceless.

"Wha…what?"

"That's right. I control one point eight million dollars in the foundation's account. And as my first research project I will require an assistant possessing certain critical skills. Do you know anyone more qualified than you for the job?"

With a squeal of excited laughter, Mona lurched from her seat spun around the table and landed in my lap. She began kissing me deeply, and praised my deft handling of the entire affair.

I was sitting on the deck of the ship drinking iced tea dreaming of sexual fun when Mona wandered over to a deck chair and spread out a towel, laid down on her belly, facing away from me and started to soak up the Caribbean sun.

Admiringly, I watched her as her skin glowed in the afternoon sun. The gentle curves of her body playing shadow games with the sun beginning at her feet, flowing gracefully over her ankles to calves that appeared curvaceous, but were obscured from the many tattoos. Mona's knees were not very attractive; knobby, scarred, and dimpled in the back.

As her waist joined her lower back the sun danced on the beads of sweat like a thousand precious stones brilliantly glimmering a bright white light that seemed to glow all the brighter as it reflected her tattoos. The lithe form of her back as it held the sun on one side and shadow on the other softly pressed against the pair of full sagging breasts, squeezing them, outwards from under her chest making them appear even larger in the bright sun.

"Can you?" I heard someone talking. "Dave, earth to Dave, can you put lotion on my chest?" Mona was asking me for assistance.

"Sure honey." I said as I smiled.

She was now on her back. The deck chair had left little wrinkles across her skin where the material had bunched under her as she lay face down. I enjoyed plying her with lotion; it was so erotic to me. Mona really liked sex. Of course, I wasn't the greatest lover but it just made sense that our love life was a little kinky. 




The Deal



At times like this I allowed myself to think of how it might have been different if I was still saddled with Carol. I never shared these erotic thoughts with her, she seemed content without them. Looking down at my protruding belly and stiffening erection, I wondered if Mona saw me the way I saw myself.

"That's enough." I heard.

"Dave, that's enough. What's gotten into you today? You seem so distant." Mona was saying.

"Oh, I was just day dreaming honey." I said, with a sigh.

"Well, you better pick up batteries before tonight." She reminded.

"Yes, dear." I smiled as I went to the ship's store for more batteries. We sure used a lot of them, I thought.



The Deal



Olga's parent owned a café–bar in a small North German town, during the early fifties. A large military camp occupied the land across the road from them and they had made a decent living out of the troops being stationed there.

The camp itself was the HQ for a group of military regiments made up of a mix of regular soldiers and a number of National Servicemen from all walks of life who were completing their compulsory two year conscription before returning to jobs or apprenticeships they had left, or to further education in the colleges and universities.

The headquarters employed a sizeable detachment of army clerical staff who administered the five regiments, a small group of drivers and dispatch riders and representatives of the various trades, and these soldiers were all housed in modern blocks and divided into their various units. A guard room blocked the entrance to the camp and the guards were a mixture of regular soldiers and much younger conscripts who were there to make up numbers.

Olga's parents encouraged the soldiers to patronise their inn when they were off duty and Olga had always been encouraged to dress as provocatively as she dare to make the inn a popular venue and compete with the attractions of the nearby town, but they kept a strict guard on her private movements for they knew she would be in great demand by the visitors from across the road.

Olga was about twenty five years of age and, unknown to her parents, was sexually experienced with both the young men of her own locality as well as with some of the soldiers. She'd had a couple of soldier lovers who had stayed with her until their time in Germany was up, and they'd returned home and were gone from her life but, being the resilient girl she was, she had soon taken up with other young men, for she had a strong desire for sex and couldn't go many days without it. 

The fact was that there were infinitely more sex starved and virile young males within a few yards of her home than she could ever hope to find in the nearby town, and she also realised that they could provide not only strong, fit and lustful bodies, but other goodies that a defeated population rarely saw in the nineteen fifties; cigarettes, chocolate, coffee, clothes and some other foodstuffs and luxuries and, though she didn't consider herself a prostitute, she often made it very plain that the pathway to the heaven between her legs could be explored if there was some gift of these highly desirable commodities and so far, very few people knew of these 'private' arrangements.

Disaster struck when it became common knowledge that the camp was to close down very shortly and all the soldiers moved back to England. Her parents were devastated by the news and Olga, whose activities were not only a secret from others of her age group as well as her family, realised that her life would change and that she would have little chance of finding a good German boy to be her friend or even marry her.

Matters came to a head one night when her mother came to Olga's bedroom one late evening while Olga was engaged in a favourite occupation of hers. Some while back she had realised that her bedroom was above the men's toilets and she had drilled a hole in her floor which gave her an excellent view of the urinal area and, as she often helped clean the toilets, she had brushed away all evidence of her secretly drilled spy hole and made a small plug, painted in the same colour as the toilet ceiling, which could be silently removed to allow her a perfect view of the activities below. 

With such a vantage point she had been able to size up the café's customers and decide who was worth making sexual advances towards and who sported the sort of equipment most likely to satisfy her over heated sexual yearnings.

Her mother actually caught her in the act, as she lay on the floor, her chest supported by a large cushion and her eye glued to the scene below. She was, in fact, naked and had her hand beneath her and was moving it rapidly in the groove of her vagina and almost at the point of climax.

As it turned out she couldn't have stopped her self stimulation had she wanted to, for she had been watching a tall, blonde haired Scotsman, who had the most enormous weapon which he had pulled and fondled while taking a leak and, had become so active as he shook away the excess drops, that it had become half erect, and the thought of such a beauty between her thighs had caused her to overheat and seek immediate relief.

There was such a row as a result of her Mother's discovery that her father beat her quite severely with the result that Olga felt she had nothing more to lose and became determined to take as much pleasure as she could while the soldiers were still around.

After her duties she took to creeping from her home and hanging around the camp at night, watching the soldiers return from their nights out in the town, until she eventually saw the Scotsman she'd been drooling over from the peep hole in her bedroom. 

She approached him, pretending to be asking about another soldier and knew, even before he told her so, that he'd returned home to England.

She feigned disappointment and Alex Mcleash, the Scot, asked her why she wanted to see him and she told him that he'd promised her some cigarettes and coffee which she needed to pay a debt.

He immediately told her to stop crying and not to worry and that he'd get her what she wanted and a little time later had re-emerged from the camp and handed them to her.

"Oh, thank you. You're so good. Where do you want to do it to me?"

"What?" asked Alex.

"The other soldier made me have sex with him, and then he would give me the goods."

"Oh, I see," said Alex, thinking what a lucky sod his erstwhile colleague had been to find such a beauty. 

He looked at her in the light from the camp and saw that she had a lovely face, with sexy and full lips and he noticed that her heavy coat was open so that he was able to observed her swell of her breasts beneath her dress and saw that she had long legs. Her hair was fair and long and, despite that fact that she was a little on the plump side, she was altogether a desirable woman and such a beauty for a young man so far away from home.

"Do you want me?" she asked.

"No... I... yes, I do. You're very beautiful. What's your name?"

"Olga," she said softly, "and what shall I call you?"

"Alex, I'm from Scotland."

"Where do you want me, Alex?" she asked as innocently as she could.

"I don't know. You can't come into the camp. Where did your other friend take you?"

"Through the fence at the back. There's a small opening in the wire and we used to go to boiler room near the mess hall."

"Show me," said Alex, thinking all his Christmas presents had come early.

Later they were together in a small dark boiler room, warmed by the huge stove which fed the heating and cooking systems of the large kitchen, and were busy kissing with some passion against a long, pine table which was used by the boiler men taking a break and a surface to calculate fuel and heating graphs.

She took off her heavy coat and, when Alex saw her rounded body in the light from a nearly full moon that shone through the small window, he breathed a heavy sigh and pulled her to him. They kissed for some time and then Olga warned him that they couldn't stay long as she had to get back to help at the café-bar.

He pulled away and watched as she reached beneath her dress to pull off her briefs and then unbuttoned the neck of her dress until it was loosened all the way down to her waist. He saw her breasts in the yellow light and how her dark nipples were erect and almost edible. He too removed his jacket, loosened his trousers and then, as he touched her breasts for the first time, he felt her soft and very warm hand at the opening of his trousers, making him gasp as she took hold of his penis and freed it from the confines of his underpants.

She moaned as it grew in her hand and, when he lifted his lips from her breast she hitched herself up onto the table, hauled up her dress and spread her legs wide so that he could see the gash of her sex.

She whispered for him to come to her and he moved between her legs excited beyond measure at the way she guided his penis to her own pink opening and worked it up and down her fevered groove, Then, holding her breath, and remembering the length and girth of it, she wondered whether she could cope with such a huge thing.

Alex was careful, for past experience told him that he could hurt someone if he didn't take care and, as the swollen head of his penis entered her wet cunney, he eased himself into her gently and, in a series of deliberate insertions, he was soon fully lodged and waiting for Olga to adjust to the length and thickness of it before she signalled words of encouragement.

Olga was in heaven, for the depth of the penis was exhilarating and she knew that her orgasms to come would be quite memorable. She urged him on with little cries of delight so that, before long, Alex was able to throw all caution to the wind and was soon thrusting away like a man on a desperate mission.

He felt her orgasm at least twice, but kept up his steady pumping until he knew he was on the verge of completion. His great penis began to swell and his thrusts became ragged and so out of sync' that he forgot about everything but the need to ejaculate. He heard Olga cry out in passion, but there was nothing he could do to change his thrusting and he suddenly ejaculated his semen in heavy loads and his spurting thrusts went on and on and on. 

Olga moaned at the sheer depth of his weapon and the power of his ejaculation and simply held on as best she could and, as her own orgasm broke, for now they were locked in a time and a passion that shut off all sense of reality.

Later he fell away from her as sanity broke through and watched as she too relaxed and, when she held out her arms to him, they hugged, like winners at the end of a fantastic race.

The door to the boiler room suddenly shot open and in the doorway stood two soldiers; Sergeant Mick Bolton and Gunner Frank Barnes.

"Well, well, Private Mcleash! And who is that with you? Ah! The charming Fraulein Olga. Up to your old games again, are you? Wasn't the warning we gave you last time you were in here, clear enough?"

"I reckon she'll go to prison for this one, Sarge'," said Frank.

"Please, Mick. Let me go. I won't come again, I promise!"

"That's what you said to Captain Binnes, when you were up in front of him a couple of months back. He told you that you'd be reported to the German Civil Authorities if you were caught here again."

Alex fastened his flies and put on his jacket. He turned to leave, but the sergeant held his arm.

"No you don't, Private. This is a military matter and you have some explaining to do."

"Look, Serge', I've done nothing wrong. Just having a bit of fun in the boiler room, so what's your problem?"

"The problem, Private, is what she's carrying in that bag of hers. Army issue fags, coffee, chocolate. She's not got those from the local shop. They're Army issue, and you know it!"

Alex said nothing, knowing he'd been caught red handed.

"Well?" Sergeant Bolton asked.

"What can I do to make it right, Serge'?"

"If you can keep your mouth shut, get lost and forget you were ever here or that you even know Olga, I'll see you're not involved. But, one word out of you and you'll be on a charge and off to Colchester Prison and your feet won't touch! Do I make myself clear, Private?"

"As day, Serge," said Alex and, with a guilty glance at Olga standing miserably by the table, he turned to go. "What if she's asked who brought her in here, or gave her the contraband?" 

"You'll just have to hope that we can persuade her to keep quite, won't you?"

He suddenly understood, and looked at her again, and felt an enormous sense of sympathy for her, knowing just what a price she might be asked to pay for their silence and, at the same time, feeling something of a coward. But, powerless to change the course of events, he left, closing the door behind him and walked back to his barrack room in the deep darkness. He suddenly felt the first drops of rain and, as the downpour increased, he hurried for the warmth of his own bed.

Back in the small boiler room, Gunner Frank Barnes was busy pinning a heavy grey blanket over the small window and once it was in place he blinked as a match was struck and two candles suddenly blossomed into light. He looked over at Olga who stood trembling against the table.

"Can I go now?" she asked. "I won't say a word and I promise I won't come into the camp again."

Sgt. Mick Bolton grinned at her and suddenly grasped her right breast,

"Not yet. There's a little matter of what it's worth to me and Frank here if we were to let you go. Nothing's for nothing in this world, Olga, as you well know. You gave yourself to Alex for some cigarettes and coffee and chocolate so, what are you going to do for me and Frank for letting you go free? Why should we take the risk of not reporting you to the authorities? We'd be in serious trouble if we let you go, wouldn't we?"

"What do you want?" she asked, suddenly afraid, and knowing quite well what they wanted from her, for it was what they all wanted, and she resigned herself to the inevitable and hoped they wouldn't hurt her or keep her too long.

She looked at their faces and saw no lack of resolve, so she moved forward and pulled Sgt. Bolton towards her and kissed him, pressing her body into his and moaning to encourage his response.

"Will this help for you to let me go and keep quiet?" she asked.

"You'll need to see to both of us," he said.

"Of course. I understand that."

" Okay Frank?" asked Mick.

"Sure," he replied licking his lips.

"But you promise I can go and no more will be said if I let you both have sex with me?"

"You've got a deal, Fraulein."

She unfastened the remaining buttons of her dress and, as she hadn't had time to put her briefs back on, she stood before them, in the flickering candle light, completely naked. 

Mick and Frank stared at her lovely form. Her breasts were large, firm and high and their nipples jutted like small nuts from their deeply coloured aureole, for the air still had a chill to it.

Sgt. Mick, a short, but well made and physically strong man, pulled her to him and kissed her hard and, as his hand moved over her breasts and squeezed the ample fruit, he thrust his hips at her.

"Right, Frank," he said, "Sergeants before Gunners. I'll take first shot while you watch for any signs of us being disturbed, then I'll be look out for you. Agreed?"

"Sure enough, but leave some for me, remember she's already taken that Alex bloke up her, and I don't fancy a soaking rag doll when it comes to my turn!" 

He turned and lifted one corner of the blanket covering the window and peered outside into the driving rain.

"Nobody's going to come near here now, it's belting it down outside."

"Well turn away and keep your eyes peeled, I don't want you watching us, it'll put me off my stroke!" he said with a grin.

Sgt. Mick then pushed Olga to her knees and she hurriedly unfastened the buttons of his trousers. When he'd stepped out of them she pulled down his underpants and, as his weapon sprang free, she looked at it with admiration for, though it was not too long, it was very thick in circumference and she knew she would enjoy such a penis inside her.

She grasped it and began to fondle it, sliding her tongue over the deeply reddened head and nibbled at the underside of the shaft with relish. Mick enjoyed the sensation she was creating and the feel of her hands and tongue, but he suddenly pushed her head away, not wanting to waste the fruits of his climax on the floor of the room and, taking a handful of her hair, he made her stand.

She moved back, sashaying her hips as he watched and then she sat over the edge of the table and parted her thighs. He moved in on her and stood between her legs and used his finger to delve between her pussy lips and then pushed it inside her, feeling the remains of Alex's semen and hearing her moan in passion at the sensation.

"Don't keep me waiting Sergeant! Olga is ready for you."

He pushed her back so that she lay across the width of the table and, without further preliminaries, pushed his cock inside and, with a series thrusts, he was all the way in. She cried out softly as he filled her love channel and, when he began to jerk himself backwards and forwards, she took up his rhythm and began to squeeze her vaginal muscles as he moved deeper and quicker.

He kept breaking off, delaying the urge to let go and fill her, for he wanted the sensation to last but, all too soon his brow was furrowed and his breathing came in short gasps, and the effort to gain control became more and more difficult.

He leaned forward and suckled on one of her nipples causing Olga to stop her own play acting and actually enjoy the sensation of being serviced by such a fit and well equipped stranger, for now it was no longer a trade, a payment for her earlier indiscretions, she was enjoying the situation and wanted him to use her as he wished.

He suddenly moaned as if in a cry of surrender and warned her that he was on the very edge and she too was there and squeezed her thighs moaning,

"Please, Mick! Let it go! I want it all in me. Now!!" 

"Oh, my God!" he cried. "Do it!!" and he felt his semen burst out as he ejaculated inside her in short, pulsating bursts and, when he was done, he felt her internal muscles contract in a series of rapid squeezes, drawing everything from within him. 

Later, when they were both still, she felt his penis gradually soften and, as he pulled away from her, it plopped out wetly.

Olga sat up and used her briefs and a rag from beside the boiler to mop up the excess of semen which was threatening to run down her thighs and she took a deep breath, glad of the respite and forgetting for the moment that she still had another soldier to satisfy. 

When she looked towards the window she saw him gazing at her with raw excitement and, with his huge hand, he was squeezing and fondling the obvious bulge in his trousers.

Sergeant Mick pushed his shirt down and pulled on his trousers, fussing with the belt and the creases with the instinctive action of any professional, military man. He looked at Olga and smiled for he had enjoyed the encounter and the feeling of power he'd had over her, for at home his wife was something of a shrew and he always needed to tread very carefully, both in and out of bed, for he knew the cruel sharpness of her tongue at any sign of weakness.

"Must be off, Frank. She's all yours now. The wife will give me hell if I'm much later. Don't worry, no one will come here and it's still raining, so you'll be okay."

"Thanks for nothing, Sergeant," said Gunner Barnes. "You're okay Jack, I suppose?"

"No, not at all. You have yourself a good time. What's the matter with you? She's naked and willing and yours till you've had your fill so enjoy it Gunner. There's plenty who'd change places with you right now!"

Olga listening to the exchange worried about their deal and broke in,

"What about me? Can I go home now? You will keep your promise won't you?"

"If you do your best to please young Frank here, you can go home, the way you came in mind, but if you're caught you're on your own and we'll finger you and Private Mcleash, and you'll go to prison, I promise you that." 

He turned and nodded to his partner.

"Get in there Frank. Enjoy yourself. Make her earn her freedom. You can't lose, boy!"

He turned, and opened the door a crack and the noise of the heavy rain filled the boiler room and the candles flickered and nearly gutted. Then he was gone and the door closed behind him and the two were left alone.




The Deal



"Don't you want me now he's gone?" said Olga softly. "I can make you happy," she added, "come on, baby."

He went over to her and put his mouth to her ear.

"Don't think you can make it any easier by playing games. By right you should be going to the local prison and it wasn't my idea to let you off so easily, but I've agreed and I keep my word, but if you don't do as I say, I'll make you so sorry!"

Olga trembled at his words and held him to her naked breasts. She felt the tension in his arms and the bulge in his trousers and knew she'd have to work hard to tame this one.

"What do you want? If you don't tell me, I can't make it good for you," she coaxed in her softest and most tempting voice.

"I don't want you to say anything. Turn yourself around and get over that table! Part your bloody legs and keep still!" he ordered.

She did as she was told and, as her breasts were crushed against the table top, she parted her legs and waited with bated breath.

She heard him undressing and longed to see the size of his weapon, but dare not turn or move, and then the first thing she felt was his cock as it reamed the groove of her sex and she could feel the swollen thickness of its head. 

Then it was at the small opening of her ass and she understood but, before she could take a breath, his swollen cock head was inside her and, thrusting at her with a series of hard strokes, he pierced her tight passageway.

She tried to keep silent but it was impossible, and she yelped at each thrust and her mind sought to comprehend the sensations, for she had never experienced such a thing before. It hurt, but there was nothing she could do, for it was something she had to endure and wished it would all end quickly. But he kept up his relentless pace and gradually the pain eased as her natural lubrication oozed around his cock and at last it became bearable.

To her surprise it became more than just bearable, and the sharp pains turned to pleasure as his thrusting penis found a new rhythm so that she found she could adjust to the sensation and actually encourage him to keep his rhythmic assault so that, before long, she heard him cry out a warning of frustration and she knew he'd lost his fight for control and he yanked his penis out of her and lay it across her buttocks. 

Moments later she felt the splashes of his hot semen as they ejaculated up and over her back in a series of jerking shots and then finally he collapsed on her and was done.

He fell away from her after a while and sat like a dead man on the floor and she saw that his once powerful erection lay like a limp sausage on his thigh. He looked up at her and grinned stupidly.

"That was good, Olga! You're really great. How about you and me getting together at the weekend? Did you enjoy it?" he asked.

"I don't know. It hurt at first. Maybe if you weren't so rough I might...."

"Saturday at 7.00pm then?"

"What about cigarettes? Coffee? Chocolate?"

"Of course. I'll see what I can do," said Frank. "Would you see me if I couldn't get you them?"

"I suppose not. After all a girl's got to live, so make sure you have them."

She saw to her dress, put on her briefs and wiped her legs one last time with the rag she'd found and, when she opened the door and saw that the rain had stopped she moved and, without a backward glance, stepped out into the night and made her way carefully for the hole in the fence.

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"Are you okay Olga?" 

She caught her breath and then recognised Alex.

"I waited," he said in a whisper. "I wanted to know you were safe. Have they let you off?"

"Yes, but I've had to do what they wanted."

There was a silence between them that became awkward.

"Can I see you again?"

"Have you some cigarettes, coffee and chocolates?"

"I'll get them for you, Olga. I promise."

"Call for me at 10.00pm on Saturday."

He watched as she disappeared into the darkness and thought of the Saturday to come.



The Deal



He didn't mince words. I appreciated that. A small mercy I'll admit, but under the circumstances, an important one. The University had discovered porn in my directory. I was not heavily into porn, but I was curious, and had visited a few sites and downloaded some images, with the intention of examining them at my leisure.

He was head of security. A bull of a man and he had become interested in my case when he realised there was some gay porn in my collection. Despite being married, he liked younger men, and took a special interest in me.

Rather than the standard expulsion from the University for such offences, he offered to deal with the matter personally. His demands were simple. I would have sex with him. In return, he would not contact my parents, I would not be expelled, and the matter would not go on my record.

He was direct and articulate. He wanted me to undress and lie on the bed, spreading my legs and exposing my anus. He wanted to watch me get ready to be penetrated by him. He wanted to see my face at all times. He wanted to see my pain.

I came from a very poor, very religious country community. I was the first in my family to make it to University. For me to be expelled and disgraced in such a way would devastate my family, and remove me totally from it. I would have agreed to anything.

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Realising that I had no alternative, I removed my underwear and lay back on the bed, then positioned myself so that my ass was on the edge of the mattress and pulled my knees up to my chest, as he had requested.

"Mmmmmmmmmm."

I heard him mutter and then break out into a cruel giggle. My face burned with hatred, anger and shame and I stared at the ceiling and tried to compose myself.

"Alright, you've got me where you want me, get on with it!"

I hissed at him.

"You mean get it over with, don't you?"

He asked with a laugh, still sitting, still stroking his fat cock, and still smiling his smug smile.

"Yes, damn it! If you are going to fuck me, let's get it over with!"

I snapped back in reply. 

"Oh, but where's the fun in that?"

He asked condescendingly. I bit my lip to hold my rage. He continued.

"Why should I rush this? Mm? I have looked forward to this moment for so long, why would anyone rush it when they could take their time, and savour every delicious second?"

I knew he was fucking my mind in much the same way as he soon would be fucking my ass. I concentrated on my breathing, keeping it slow and steady, trying to shut out what he was saying.

"Wasn't easy you know....,"

he continued. His voice soft yet mocking, excited and yet controlled.

"...re-directing your web browser to, let's say, 'less-academic' websites. Not easy at all, especially making sure it only happened to you, and no-one else. Once there, well, you couldn't resist the smorgasbord of filth I had lined up for you, could you? I knew you'd download some of the images, you couldn't risk being caught in the lab looking at porn, could you? Had to save them so that you could enjoy them at your leisure, yes? Still, you should be flattered – do you think I would go to this much trouble for any one? Oh no. I've had my sites on you for quite some time."

Initially the mind fuck was worse than any physical pain I could imagine. I felt like I would explode, such was the fury that welled up inside me. But of course I could not allow it too, the consequences were too horrible to contemplate. So I had no option but to play along with his sick little game.

"Oh, so now you're not going to talk to me. Is that it?"

He stood up and walked over to me. He looked down at me and smirked.

"Not going to talk, huh?"

He persisted, but I broke away from his stare and fixed my eyes once again to the ceiling.

"Well then, that's a pity, because hearing a hot little twink talk dirty to me really gets me going. Now if I don't hear a dirty little slut twink talk dirty, I might lose interest, and decide he's not worth fucking at all. And ofcourse, you remember my terms, if I don't get to fuck you, well..........."

"Alright, alright, what do I have to say?"

I cried out, barely holding back the tears. He laughed again then came over and whispered into my ear, very, very slowly.

"What do you have to say? Have you no brain of your own? What do you think a dirty little cock sucking twink slut would say to the man that he worships and adores?"

I knew what he wanted to hear.

"Please fuck me."

I said. I knew I sounded unconvincing but it was the best I could manage. I could hardly get the words out, and they sounded anything but sexy. I knew he would be disappointed. He walked back to the chair and sat down. I stole a look at him from between my spread legs. His cock was definitely on the wane. I knew I had to give him what he wanted.

"Oh, how pathetic. I don't no why I even bothered."

He muttered angrily, shaking his head into his hands.

"Please, I want your big fat cock in my virgin ass, please fuck me?"

I looked at him between my spread legs. I made eye contact with him. It sickened me but I did it because I knew he wanted me to. He wanted me to be a depraved little faggot so he could feel good about what he was going to do to me. It was all fucked up. He was the depraved one, but I had to act like it was my depravity that drove him to these depraved acts. He smiled slightly. What I had said, and perhaps more importantly, the way that I said it had pleased him. I could tell by the bobbing of his cock and the look in his eyes. I licked my lips slowly.

"Come on, push that big fat cock inside me. I know you like a nice hot, tight ass. Think how good it will feel when you're buried up to your balls in my cunt! Come on, give me some cock!"

I managed to sound very convincing. It was less a question, more like a demand. Once I got used to the idea, it wasn't as difficult as I first thought. Basically I wanted him to do it, so that it would be over with quickly. The more aroused he got, the quicker he would fuck me, the quicker he would cum, and the quicker the whole sick little episode would be over. The trick was to sound as natural as possible – I needed to sound like I really was aroused, and really wanted him to fuck me. It seemed to work. He stood up and walked over to me, standing only inches away from my exposed ass. His cock was rock hard and pointing straight at the ceiling. His breathing was short and fast, and his mouth seemed to be dry with anticipation.

"Mmmm, so where do you want me to put my cock?"

He asked in a soft and raspy voice that was un-mistakenly tight with excitement.

"In my ass, my pussy, my man cunt! Don't you like my man cunt?"

I replied in the most dirty and natural voice I could manage.

"Yes I do. I do!, but I want you to show me where to put my cock - with your fingers. Put you middle finger where my cock needs to go."

This was a twist I had not counted on. I tentatively licked the middle finger of my right hand then reached down and placed it on my nervously clenching ass.

"Right here, see where my finger points? That's my virgin man cunt, and it's all yours."

I smiled as I said that, and I could see his lustful fever building, and I knew he was getting very excited. He started to lightly stroke his cock, which in turn, started to weep pre-cum.

"Now I want you to show my cock how it gets inside that booty. I can see the tiny little hole, but how will my big cock get inside there?"

I winced as I wormed my middle finger inside my ass. I had licked it but it was not wet enough to slide in without any discomfort. He laughed.

"See? See where I'm putting my finger? That's where you could put you big cock?"

I cooed like the pathetic twink he wanted me to be. He started to stroke himself more vigorously.

"But how would I fuck you? All you've done it push your little finger in, and you seem not to like it very much?"

"I need some lubricant. Surely a stud like you would have plenty of lubricant on hand? Just imagine how good it would feel to slide into my hot, wet, and slippery ass? If I had some lube right now I would work three fingers deep inside me. Mmm, then I could really fuck myself! That's what I want, no, that's what I need! If you're not going to fuck me, I'll have to finger fuck myself."

I think really sounded convincing now, partly because I meant what I said. If he was going to fuck me, he'd better use something else he'll tear me apart. Whatever I said, it really did the trick.

"You want lube, huh?"

He hissed, panting feverishly and pounding his meat so hard and fast it became a blur. I didn't get time to answer him. He moved around between my legs and stopped wanking himself, then pulled down hard on his cock so that it was as big and as tight and as purple as it could be. He pointed it at my ass and cried out,

"Here, have some of nature's own, the best lube known to man."

He came with a grunt and I watched in awe as a long white string of cum shot out the end of his cock and then I felt it hit my ass and fingers. It was to be followed by five or six more long, thick sticky ropes of his seed. He grunted like a pig with each burst, and his eyes rolled in his head like he was about to pass out. I hoped that this meant it was all over, but I was soon to learn that this was far from true.

"Well go on then, let's see those fingers work in and out of your tight, virgin man cunt. You wanted lube, I've given you lube - now you keep your end of the deal."

He shouted excitedly as he staggered backwards and collapsed onto the chair, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on my ass and my now gooey fingers. I pushed my index finger back inside my rectum. His cum had it's effect and it slipped in very easily, so easily that I bumped hard against my prostate and shocked myself by crying out and raising my hips slightly. This pleased him enormously.

"Mmmmm, you like that, hey slut?"

He asked, and I knew what he wanted to hear.

"Mmmmmmm, oh yeah, your lovely hot cum has really done the trick! Now I can finger fuck myself! Thank you so much."

I gasped in reply, as I really went to town with my finger. I hated to admit it, but it was starting to feel really good. It was a new sensation, and although my cock was not hard and I was not feeling sexually aroused, it was very pleasant.

"Work another finger in, go on!"

He cried from his seat, much like he might call out at a football match to encourage his team. I guess in a way this was sport for him, and he was certainly enjoying the game so far. I obliged by pressing my index finger hard against my slippery middle finger, and pushed them as one inside me. I could feel myself stretching against the increased width and I enjoyed the sensation. He enjoyed the vision, and called out further encouragement. Eventually I worked three fingers inside me. This caused him such delight that he got of his chair and came over and stood beside me.

His cock was getting hard again, even though it was still pointing toward the ground. He came around to my side and positioned it over my mouth. I stopped fingering myself momentarily until he hissed, 

"Don't stop!"

then added,

"Suck it!"

I resumed fingering myself and then, as if some other force had control over my body, I lifted my head up and sucked his cock head into my mouth. I was immediately repulsed by the taste and texture of his spongy purple head, and yet, at the same time, I was consumed by an irrational lust for it. I sucked it hard, and ran my tongue around the underside of it, exploring every ridge and vein as if I was creating a detailed map of it. He groaned and grew inside me, and I tilted my head to accept more of him.

Strange things were now happening. My cock was growing stiff and I could feel it weeping and I could sense a puddle of cum forming in my belly button. My fingers now pushed in and out of me in a sensual rhythmic cycle, and I felt my hips gyrating and thrusting in time. I sucked him as hard as I could, like I was trying extract more of the cum that he had so willingly given me earlier. I wanted it deep inside my mouth and yet I wanted to lick and tease it as well. My head, tongue, lips, hips and fingers started to move at a more insane pace by the second.

I started to gag on his rapidly expanding cock. He pulled out of me to save me from choking and still I was disappointed that I could no longer suck it.

"Tell me what you want."

He hissed excitedly.

"I want your cock! I want your cock!"

I shouted like a madman.

"Mmmmmm, you really do, don't you?"

He asked, barely disguising his delight and amazement at what I had become.

"Yes, Please, I do, I do, please let me suck your cock!"

I gasped. But he was not interested in what I wanted. He moved around between my legs and removed my frantic fingers. He positioned his cock head against my well-stretched ass. I knew what was coming. I felt a squirt of a cold liquid then he pushed inside me, all the way until his balls pressed against my ass.

I screamed in pain as his thick cock penetrated my virgin ass, but my scream soon turned into a wild, hysterical laugh. It felt horrible, horrible and wonderful all at once. No fuck it, it just felt great! My laughter was soon morphed into a bizarre grunt as he commenced to pull out, then thrust back into me. With each earthy grunt he made as he pushed inside, I gasped a softer, higher, more insane grunt of my own.

As his pace increased, so to did our grunting, and so did my thrusting to match him. We fucked like wild animals. It was overwhelming and I completely lost myself in the moment. I had no concept of time or space - there was just me and this huge cock that was buried deep inside me. A thermo-nuclear device could have been detonated in the same room and I doubt if either of us would have noticed it, and even if we had, neither of us would have cared.

Speaking of thermo-nuclear devices, when he came I felt as if one gone off inside me. His cock seemed to get bigger, and it squirted what seemed like gallons of hot seed inside me. I too came like a runaway train and coated my chest and belly with my own humble offerings. He had come twice and produced more semen than I had in a lifetime, which confirmed in my fuzzy mind what a feeble man I was. And as if I needed reminding, I could feel his seed all over my cock, balls and ass, and deep inside me, like a hot, sticky paint, permanently marking me as not only a depraved twink slut, but HIS depraved twink slut.

After he had ceased shuddering through his orgasm he pulled out of me roughly and once again staggered back to his chair. I've no doubt he enjoyed the view of my cum soaked and still heaving chest, framed between my legs which remained spread even though my feet were now on the bed, and my empty, gaping, cum-dribbling, over-stretched man-cunt.

I looked up through the haze of unimagined sexual delight and smiled at him. He returned a smile. A softer, kinder smile than I had seen before, and why not? He had just got his rocks off big time, and I had played a significant role in that. But why did I smile at him? How could I smile at this man that I detested not more than one hour ago? How did being forced to suck his cock and take his cock up my ass change anything? What the hell was wrong with me?

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

He asked softly. "Damn you", I thought to myself, as the haze slowly lifted. Why must he torture me so? Had he not had his fun? His once proud cock was shrivelled up and drawn back into his body, clearly his needs had been well and truly taken care of. Why must he make me feel even more awkward?

"It's alright, I understand."

he continued,

"You're embarrassed. It's quite understandable. It must be very confronting for you - facing up to your sexual orientation for the first time. Am I right? I bet you expected it to be awful. Now you are trying to come to terms with how great it was. I am right, aren't I?

I tried to avoid his eyes and dodge his question, but the big globs of slowly drying cum that clung to my body reminded me of what went down here this afternoon. I did feel embarrassed, very embarrassed, but I was not about to make matters worse be trying to deny the inevitable.

"Yes, once I got into it, I really enjoyed it. You must be very good at .......... it."

I answered with surprising clarity, although I paused awkwardly before the word "it". I thought about saying "making love", but that seemed too soppy. "Fucking" seemed too restrictive, given what had gone on before he fucked me, "seduction" was not at all appropriate, and "blackmail" just seemed wrong. He smiled.

"Yes I am, aren't I?"

he answered with a wicked, satisfied laugh, before adding confidently,

"And you didn't just enjoy it, you loved it! You carried on like a real slut. You couldn't get enough of my cock could you? So, would you like to do it again, or are you going to pretend that you don't want to?"

I thought deeply about his question. If I was big enough I would have stood up and given him a hiding. Had I been witty enough, I might have come up with an appropriate come back. But all I could do was take it. I had to take his sarcasm and his arrogance in the same way I had taken his cock. 

"Oh yes, I'd love to do it again."

I heard myself answer. "Damn you, what are you saying?", my inner voice shouted at me, but as usual, it was too late.

He came over to the bed and pulled me up gently by the hands, so that my feet were touching the ground and I was sitting at the edge of the bed. He dragged a chair over and sat down in front of me. He stared directly into my eyes.

"Kid, I'm normally a 'fuck and forget' type of guy, but in your case, I might just make an exception, as long as you agree to my terms."

"And what would they be?"

I asked, more than just a little nervously.

"That's good, shows you're willing to listen - there's many a twink I've had who thinks that just because they let you fuck them, they own you! Some even think they can lay down the law to me! Hah!"

I didn't respond to his statement, nor did I join him as he laughed. He quickly got back to business.

"OK, simple rules, really. We're not a couple, so don't get clingy. You never contact me, I will contact you if I need to. We do it whenever and however I want. You will wear what I tell you to, and do whatever I say. You have sex with me and only me, and it's over when I say it's over. OK? You got any problems with that, if so, I'll walk away now."

"OK"

I heard myself answer, my whole body still alive with post orgasmic delight and my mind happy and sleepy.

"God dammit kid! You're in cock shock! You'd agree to anything, wouldn't you? I'll be pissed of if you agree to something you later can't deliver!"

He snapped and me, and slapped my face with his open hand. It was not enough to knock me over, but it stung like hell and certainly got my mind working.

"Oh, um, right!"

I mumbled, as my mind raced and I contemplated his rules.

"No, that's fine. I am not looking for a partner, I just want to have sex again. I cannot see why I would want to contact you. I am happy to do what you want, especially if this afternoon is any thing to go by! I should warn you that I have late lectures on Tuesday and Wednesday nights, which I cannot really miss. You know I have no money, so I am not sure that I will be able to meet your dress requirements, but I will do whatever I can to please you. I do not know many people here, and I study pretty hard, so I don't think there's much chance of me having sex with anyone other than you. I am ok with you calling it off whenever you feel the time is right, but I don't want that to happen – I need you to fuck me."

I answered. Gosh, it sounded all so business like. He nodded thoughtfully.

"OK, I'm a big enough man to be able to compromise, and I appreciate your straight-forward approach. Here's the deal, I won't bother you on Tuesday or Wednesday, but any other night is fair game. I realise you have no money, so I will supply whatever outfit I decide, and you will wear it without question. I forgot to say I like a drink after sex, but due to your financial situation, I will take care of that as well, although you will be expected to serve me a drink, whenever I require one. Do we have a deal?"




The Deal



"Yes, that sounds fair and reasonable."

I said and we shook hands. 

"I might even have a solution to your financial predicament."

He added as he reached for his underwear. 

"Oh, this all sounds great."

I answered naively.

He laughed loudly to himself as he started getting dressed.

"I wonder if you'll be saying that next time we get together!"

He called out to me as I walked shakily toward the shower.

"We shall see!"

I ignored him as the first drops of warm water hit my cum soaked skin.

Indeed, we shall see, won't we?



The Deal



I was desperate. I had lost everything. My new van had been repossessed. I was being evicted from my apartment. I was at my wit's end, but let me start at the beginning . . . 

For years I had been living with my boyfriend whom I had expected I would marry eventually but I was so naive. My mother told me while I was pregnant with our first child that she had seen him with another woman but I didn't believe her. Years later he confessed to me while he was drinking that he had cheated on me several times. I was foolish and forgave him. I may have forgiven but I never forgot. As time past my anger and hatred for him grew. Then one morning when I got up for work, my little dog was gone. When I asked him where he was he said I let him out and he never came back. I was so angry because I always chained him out and had asked him several times to do the same. At that moment I made a decision to leave him. When I left, I took our two teenage children with me and gave him ample visitations. He convinced them one at a time to move back in with him. 

I was working two jobs and paying my own bills. I was happy but missed my kids. Things began to go bad for me. I lost my part time jobs. Then my van got repossessed. I was in danger of being evicted from my apartment in the middle of a very cold Pennsylvania winter.

My sister and I came up with a solution. It would involve a little risk but in the long run I would be much happier. It was simple, I give up my job and use my retirement to buy me a trailer and put it on her land. The benefits out weighed the drawbacks so we began to set things in motion so that I could move early in the spring, if I didn't get evicted before then.

She called me on a Sunday afternoon to tell me she had found me a trailer for sell in my price range CHEAP. She was going to look at it that afternoon and would call me later with the details.

Unable to wait any longer I called her. She said it was perfect and gave me the guys name and number so I could call him for details. I called him that same night. I liked all the things he had to say so we made an appointment to meet so he could show it to me.

When I arrived to see the trailer, he was running late. I went to the nearby gas station to grab a cup of coffee. I went back to the trailer and walked around the outside. I really liked what I saw. I hoped he was willing to work with me about the price.

I was sitting in my car making some notes of questions to ask him and keeping warm when he pulled up. He was driving a nice pickup truck. When he climbed out of the truck, I was stunned he was tall dark and very handsome. My heart gave a flutter when I saw him put on a Stetson hat and walk my way. I looked down at his feet and sure enough he was wearing cowboy boots. I was about to open my car door but he beat me to it and offered me his hand.

I took his hand and stood up. I stand 5'8 in my bare feet and with my boots on I am probably 5'9 or 5'10 but even then I had to look up at him. He must have been 6'2 or taller. He smiled down at me and said, "Hi I'm Steve you must be Vicki?"

I smiled up and him and nodded. 

He said, "Can we get acquainted while I show you the place." He led me up the stairs and into the trailer.

Once inside I was amazed. It was decorated in the most beautiful fashion. The kitchen was my favorite shade of yellow and my kitchen accessories would match superbly. The livingroom was in rich earthy colors. The two bedrooms were done in contrasting colors, one was in a pale purple with a lilac border and the other was in black and white stripes. It had two bathrooms and both of them were decorated with simple country charm.

I was in awe. I looked at him and said, "Steve, you have to be kidding me? You can't sell this for just $10,000."

He smiled and said, "Vicki, Have a seat. I have a story to tell you."

We walked over to the kitchen counter and I sat on the kitchen counter top while he leaned against the opposite wall and stared out the window. He began slowly, "Vicki, I bought this place a few years ago hoping to get married and build a bigger house to raise a family in. Well I fell for a city girl and she won't have anything to do with this place. We were married a few months ago but she left me last week and I don't want a reminder of my country ways. So I am selling this and eventually the land it sits on. Do you want it?"

I looked at Steve and said, "I have a confession to make. I can't afford it. I came here to talk you down in price. You see I have a story too. Are you interested in hearing it?"

He sat on the opposite counter and smiling said, "you listened to mine so I will listen to yours."

I told him all about what had happened and my sisters plan to help me out. I explained to him that I am a country girl and tired of the city life. We sat there in silence neither wanting to look at the other. Then he slid off the counter and came to stand in front of me and asked, "How much do you have?"

I looked down at the floor and said, "I don't have nearly enough. I better go."

Just as I got to the door he said, "Vicki, please wait!"

I stood there with my hand on the door knob but didn't turn around because I didn't want him to see my tears. He walked up behind me and turned me around. He used his finger to tilt my head up to face him. He wiped my tears away and said, "Why the tears?"

I looked down at the floor. I was embarrassed to let him see me cry. He used his finger to tilt my head up again. He smiled at me. He took me in his arms and kissed the top of my head. He ran his hands over my back trying to comfort me. When my crying stopped, he tilted my head up to him again. I started to apologize but he stopped me with a kiss. His lips were soft but urgent. His tongue demanded access to my mouth. It had been along time since I had been kissed and my body began to respond. My arms snaked up and around his neck. I returned his kisses with kisses of my own. He slid his hands down to cup my ass cheeks as I pressed myself against him. I moaned as I felt how hard he was. He backed me up against the door and continued to kiss me. My neck was hurting from looking up at him but I didn't want to stop kissing him. He must have had the same problem for in an instant he lifted me up and into his arms and carried me back to the kitchen counter. He gently sat me down and continued to kiss me. While he was kissing me, he unzipped my coat and slid his hands up under my blouse to find my breasts. He gave them a squeeze and then his thumbs found my nipples and he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. I let a loud moan escape and he knew I was his for the taking.

He ended the kiss and began to unbutton my blouse. I was so full of desire that I didn't try to stop him in fact I was beyond thinking. He got my blouse open and unhooked the front hook of my bra. He smiled at me as he exposed my breasts. He kissed me again as his hands caressed my breasts. He broke the kiss and replaced one of his hands with his mouth. I pushed my chest up to meet his mouth. I wanted him and I was convinced he wanted me too.

He stopped and kissed me again and then looking into my eyes said, "Vicki, I have no bed here or a soft spot to lay you down but I want you so badly."

I looked deep into his blue eyes and said, "Steve, I want you."

He kissed me again and then carried to me the closest bedroom. Once in the bedroom he removed his coat and stretched it out on the carpet and took mine and rolled it into a pillow. He turned and kissed me and began to undress me. As he exposed skin, he kissed it. After my blouse and bra were removed, he got down on his knees and began to slowly unzip my jeans. As he unzipped them, he parted them and kissed every inch of exposed skin. He slid them down over my hips and left them around my knees. He slid his hands behind me and grabbed my ass and brought me closer to him. When my pussy was within reach he reached out and stroked it with his tongue. I was getting weak in the knees. I was holding onto his shoulders. He stopped and removed my boots and my jeans. He led me over to the make shift bed he had made and laid me down.

He stood over me and removed his clothes. It was then I got my next shock. His cock was huge. My mouth watered at the sight of it. When he knelt down, I sat up and kissed him. I reached down to touch his cock. He groaned as my hand stroked it. I got up on my knees and pushed him to lie down. I got between his legs and grabbed his cock. I stroked it and then gave it a kiss. His cock loved the attention. My body loved the way it reacted with each touch, lick and kiss. As he let out a loud moan I decided to slide it into my mouth and take it as deep as I could. As I felt it tickle the back of my throat, he grabbed my head and begged me to stop.

He pulled me up to lay with him. He was having a hard time catching his breath but once he did he kissed me and rolled me over on my back. I looked up into those blue eyes as he lowered his face to kiss me again. I felt his hand slide down my throat, then down to caress my breasts, and on down to my pussy. He parted my legs and began to caress the outer lips of my pussy and then slid his index finger into my pussy. I responded and opened my legs even further. He got between my legs and looked into my eyes as he attempted to slide his cock into my pussy. It had been so long since I had made love my pussy didn't want to let him in. He kissed me and then with one final thrust he pushed past any resistance my body might try to offer and was inside me. Once inside he held still for a moment while he caught his breath. I wanted him and began to move against his cock, Pushing to meet him and then trying to slide him out a bit. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Baby, I am trying to make it last. I won't last long if you keep doing that."

I licked his ear and he moaned out loud. He rolled us over and he was underneath me. He smiled and said, "I am all yours baby, take me."

I sat up and began to slide his cock in and out and then leaned over so that he could play with my breasts at the same time. He pulled me to him and put his mouth on my nipple at the same him he shoved his cock deep into my pussy. I felt my pussy began to squeeze his cock and had to feel him moving inside me. I sat up so he had to let go of my nipple and began to really bounce and slide on his cock. He started to urge me to move faster. I was getting so close too cumming when he grabbed my ass and began to really shove his cock deep in my pussy. He turned me over and he was on top of me and I shouted to him, "Baby, please FUCK ME, fuck me now I need to cum. Oh God I am so close."

He started to really move inside me and then whispered to me, "Honey cum for me, I am ready for you."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I held him to me and we came.

We collapsed into each others arm. We laid that way for a long time. It started getting cold and he suggested that we better get dressed before we catch a cold. 

We dressed and I could barely look at him. I wasn't sure how to feel or how he would react to me after our behavior. After we were dressed, he handed me my coat and we started toward the door. At the door he said, "Let's grab some coffee and talk about the trailer."

He walked me to my car and opened the door for me. He closed the door and I started the car and rolled the window down. He said, "there is a diner down the road do you want to follow me?"

I didn't trust myself to talk so I just nodded my head. He then turned and walked to his truck. I watched him in my rearview mirror as he walked away.

We came upon a diner but the parking lot was full and he kept going. I assumed he knew of another one close by so I followed him. I was surprised to see him pull into a driveway. I pulled in behind him and shut off my engine. He got out of his truck and walked back to my car and opened my door for me. He helped me out and said, "I hope you don't mind but I hate crowds and thought you might prefer some privacy too."

He walked me to the back door of this farm house. It was so beautifully decorated. He noticed me staring. He blushed and said, "It's my parent's house but they are in Florida for the winter so I am house sitting for them. Would you like a cup of coffee?"


I nodded. I sat down at the table and watched as he prepared the coffee maker. He got cups, saucers, cream and sugar and put them on the table. When the coffee was finished, he carried the carafe over to the table and poured us each a cup. 

The kitchen was warm and inviting and the coffee was very good. We sat in silence for a while and then he began to speak."Vicki, I think we can come to an arrangement about the trailer. Are you interested?"  



I looked down at the table cloth and waited for him to continue.

He continued, "You are in need of a place to live and I need to get rid of that trailer so I can sell my land. What do you think of my letting you buy the trailer on payments? Please don't interrupt let me finish. You use the money you have to get the land ready for the trailer and I will help you move it and set it up, then you pay me whatever you can afford each month until it's paid off. Deal?"

I looked up and stared into his eyes trying to figure out his motive for helping me. I finally asked, "so Steve, what do you get out of this?"

He smiled, "I get to sell my land and I get to see you when I come to collect the payments, and you never know we have chemistry I felt the spark today. So we will take things one day at a time and see where they may lead."

I wasn't sure I was hearing him right. I was nervous but I felt like I had no other option so I agreed.

He got out a piece of paper and wrote me a contract. It seemed basic and simple but I was leery, still I signed it.

The contract said the trailer would be delivered the following Saturday and my payments would begin the week after that. I told him I had a lot to do before next Saturday so I had better get going. He walked me to the door, then out to my car.

I drove straight to my sisters and began making arrangements to have the septic dug and the electric pole installed and the water lines ran. I worked my ass off getting everything ready for Saturday. 

Saturday morning bright and early I was sitting in diningroom at my sister's house having a cup of tea and waiting for the trailer to arrive. I heard a truck in the distance and looked up. There coming down the road was my new home. I walked outside and watched as Steve arrived. He jumped out of his truck and asked, "Which direction do you want it to face?"

I showed him on paper the layout I had in mind and he agreed. He got it positioned and then began the set up. He got it all set up the way I wanted it and left. After a few hours he returned with the skirting and the porch and installed them as well.

I watched him work and went in and made a pot of coffee. I took the coffee out to him. I told him, "I know it's cold outside would you like to take a break and enjoy a hot cup of coffee?"

We sat in his truck and drank the coffee and I thanked him for all the hard work he was doing. He smiled and said, "that's okay I will get my pay."

After we finished the coffee he said, "So would you like to see how everything works in your new home?"

I smiled and nodded my head. He got out of the truck and opened my door for me. We walked inside and I was surprised to feel the heat was already on. He took me through the trailer showing me that every outlet worked and every faucet had running water. After we were done, he said he had to get going but before he did he offered to help me move my things in. I thanked him and said that was okay my family would help me.

I spent all my free time getting my new home just the way I wanted it. I set one of the bedrooms up as an office. I was having a cup of tea and writing at the computer when Steve came up behind me. I must have been so involved in my writing that I didn't hear his truck pull in the new gravel driveway. I don't know how long he stood there watching me before I turned and found him there. I almost screamed, but laughed and said, "Steve, you startled me."

He smiled and said, "whatever you are working on it has your full attention. I didn't want to disturb you but its Saturday and I am here to collect my first payment."

I stood and pulled my checkbook from the desk and handed him the check I already had made out. I smiled and said, "I have it all ready for you, and once again Thank You!"

He put the check in his pocket and laid his hat on the dresser and said, "Baby, that's not the payment I was looking forward too."

I looked up at him and tried to decide what he meant. He smiled and came toward me. He brushed my hair off my face and leaned down to kiss me. His kiss was so exquisite tender and yet passionate. He slid his arm around my back and pulled me closer to him. His kiss deepened and my desire heated. He began to shrug out of his coat without breaking the kiss. Once out of his coat he began to unbutton my blouse. He kissed my neck and exposed my breasts. I reached up and slid my arms around his neck. In one smooth move he swung me up off my feet and carried me to the other bedroom. In the bedroom, he gently laid me on my bed and removed the rest of my clothes. He stood and removed his clothes. My mouth was so dry with desire so I licked my lips. He laid beside me and began to caress me. My body responded to his touch and I began to 

arch my back trying to get even closer to him. He leaned down and kissed me and then pulled me up on top of him. I looked into his eyes seeking something. I know I saw desire but was that all?

He gently urged me to sit up and he began to caress my tits and roll my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He licked his fingertips and circled my nipples. I moaned and laid my head back enjoying his gentle lovemaking. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I knew what he wanted so I reached between us and slid his cock closer to my wet opening. I leaned down to kiss him and at the same time I pushed my pussy downward unto his hard cock. I was so aroused I rode his cock hard, fast and took him deeper and deeper into my pussy. It didn't take long for us to reach our mutual orgasms. I collapsed unto his broad chest. He caressed me and held me, and when our breathing had returned to normal he kissed my forehead and got up to go to the bathroom. When he returned from the bathroom, he quickly dressed. He kissed me and said he had to go.

I was stunned. He left so quickly. I wasn't sure what had just happened. Were we just fuck buddies or were we developing a relationship.

I finally got up showered and redressed. I went on about my day doing my chores and finally going back to my office to do some more writing. 

My week passed quietly and before I knew it was Saturday. I was washing dishes when I heard his truck pull into the drive way. He walked in and didn't bother knocking. I turned to face him. He smiled at me and said, "I thought you would be writing and I didn't want to disturb you I hope you don't mind that I let myself in?"

I smiled and said, "No, of course I don't mind. I have your check already made out for you."I then handed him the check."Would you like some coffee?"

He took the check and put it in his jacket pocket. He removed his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair and said, "Among other things."

I made coffee and poured each of us a cup. I sat cream and sugar on the table in case he needed it. Then I sat down across from him. We enjoyed our coffee making small talk and joking with each other. He finished his coffee. He stood and came to my chair. He knelt in front of me between my parted legs. I turned to look at him. He reached up and caressed my cheek. I was staring at him. He lifted my sweater over my head and unhooked my bra. He leaned toward me and began to lick and then suck on my nipple, while caressing the other one. I was delirious with desire. He was very talented when it came to making a woman want him. He ran his hands up and down on my thighs. He kissed me and said, "Vicki, you have too many clothes on!"




The Deal



The porn channel plays on the flat screen TV in your hotel suite, as you prepare to relax after successfully signing your company's biggest ever sale contract. Your head is warm and muzzy from a combination of 20 hours' continuous negotiations, and the glass or two of Pol Roger Cuvée Sir Winston Churchill (1996, in fact) you and your colleagues downed to celebrate the close. At the brief celebration, your cellphone rang. You signalled to your colleagues to be quiet. It was your company's president on the line. Your colleagues waited, silently, in hushed expectation.

"Yes Bob.." you say, loudly, for your colleagues' benefit. "We got the five year deal, not just the three we were hoping for. Of course, it was all down to my team....I do know how significant this was for the Company." You smile at your adoring team. "Yes Bob. I'll pass that onto them. Goodbye."

Cheers. Hugs. Manly backslapping. You're bathed in the Chairman's adulation, and allow yourself glimpses of how your future might be. Promises of bigger and better things.

You've had a shower, letting the force of the water sting your face. Soaping yourself. Face, armpits, ass-crack, groin. Feeling the weight of your balls in your hand, and idly enjoying the soapy slickness of your hand against your cock. Must be clean. Always be prepared. Just in case. In case of what? You realise you've been holding your breath, and as you release it, the image of a slender neck comes to mind. Sitting across the table from you earlier today. The lawyer representing the other company. She was good. But she shouldn't have given way on the five year lock-in so easily. A single tendril of black, hanging casually from her tortoisehell hair clip crossing her flawless skin. And the faintest little hairs, serried in a neat pattern. Orderliness and precision, on the back of her perfect neck. Your cock starts to feel heavier, and more alive. You smile. Putting the thought to one side. You owe yourself the time to masturbate. Not a quick one off the wrist in the shower, like a naïve adolescent. You've learnt to control and pace yourself. It's part of your essence: what makes you what you are. Powerful. Successful.

You towel yourself. Of course, the towels are obscenely luxurious. You brush your teeth. And then you stand back and take a long look at yourself in the mirror with approval. Your hands need a little moisturiser. From the bottle thoughtfully provided by the hotel. As you rub it into your hands, you realise that the smell evokes the owner of the intriguing neck. You smile, and take the bottle with you to array on the bedside table, alongside the other items you've chosen to assist you in the next hour of sensuous solo abandon. Letting the towel fall, you climb, naked, onto the bed, and focus on the scene playing out on the screen.

Oh, we're in Stockholm. Or Amsterdam. It has a significant bearing on what you are watching, as the screen fills with an image which instantly triggers the baser neurones of your brain: the slickly oiled radiance of an upturned female arse, full and lush, cunt pouting and fecund. Her sinews are taut from the openness of her legs, her posterior tip-tilted as far up as she, in her balletic litheness can make it. Her buttocks gape, clearly defining the delicious wrinkled dimple of her slightly gaping anus. Your cock reponds, instantly. You open your legs, letting the cool air cool your still-moist groin. You think of the moisturiser by the side of the bed. And some of the other items you thought to arrange. You reach over and take a pull from the glass of Pol. 

She moans. You're thinking that she's good: she means it. This is for real. And she pushes her arse out further towards the lucky, lucky camera. You are focused on this image. Her sphincter. Her cunt. Taut curves. She speaks, in heavily accented English,

"Oh. Please. A finger. Put a finger in my bottom. Deep."

Her anus winks. At you. At no one else. You. And her glorious, forbidden, beckoning anus.

God you want to touch your cock. But you control yourself. For a while. This is going far too quickly. You normally want some build-up. Undressing, revealing. You close your eyes and capture that image, her legs defining the outline of a pyramid, her cunt and arse crowning.

You gently rub the side of your cock with the back of a finger. Daring yourself to grasp it. The sound on the TV stops. In the total silence, you open your eyes, your heart racing.

And I'm standing there. The lawyer. Wearing a simple black dress. It accentuates my curves, making my waist look impossibly slim. My hair is up -- more severely now. No more tendrils. And as I turn back towards you from turning off the TV, you see coldness in my eyes.

I speak:

"You want to masturbate after a deal? I'd like to be able to say that was sick. But it's the same for me. The psychology in the deal room gets me off every time. Alpha males jostling for position. By now, 45 minutes after the close, I'm usually squatting on my bed, knees wide apart, teasing my favourite dildo between my cunt lips. Anticipating the moment when I ride it, letting it fill me for the first time. Fulfilling the delicious ache that fills my womb. I see from what you were watching on the TV you're an aficionado of anal. That's good. When I'm really horny (and it's that point in my cycle now when I'm really horny) I often tease my anus. Ever tried it? You should. It's quite exquisite...."

I've just seen the toys on the bedside table. I leave my purse by the TV and walk over to them. I pick up a slender glass plug. You move to talk, but it's clear from my glance that I'm doing all the talking here.

"Oh. My mistake. You'd know all about anal play. You dirty, dirty man. Quite a selection of toys here. This rather fetching plug. An arab strap."

I delicately pick up an exquisite leather and stainless steel harness. It's like a tiny bridle. Designed to encircle and enclose. And tighten. Click by click.

"Expensive. No pink plastic here. I wonder how you buy this stuff? Mail order? You can't have it delivered to the office. And if you had it delivered to home, your wife would know. I guess she doesn't know about your hobby, does she? So maybe you walk into an upscale sex shop. It's probably called an emporium. Wearing your overcoat. You feel you're exactly the same as all the grubby little perverted losers in their raincoats, popping into their local seedy sex shop. But you try to convince yourself that it's the difference between buying a Thunderbird from your local convenience store and a case of Pol Roger from your wine merchant. Let me tell you. No difference. You're exactly the same as them. Anyway, you won't be able to do that any more soon. Tomorrow, your name will be all over the newspapers. Mr. Deal Maker. Everyone will know the identity of the pervert stalking their seedy shop.

"I like this room. It's bigger than mine. And I like the way they've done the mirrors. I don't watch porn on TV. Except sometimes I'll turn the picture off, so all I can hear are the sounds. If it's for real. So as I'm squatting, the dildo inside me, I like to look at myself in the mirror. I focus on my face. But I like to see the red marks my hands leave as I grasp my breasts. And then I'll turn sideways, looking at the swell of my arse, and imagine being doubly impaled, a cock butting at the entrance to my ass, and dildo still lodged in my cunt. My belly tilts forward, my spine curves and I can see the base of my belly pulsing as the dildo slides in and out.

"Oh, and I always dress up."

I unhook the straps of my dress. It pools to the floor, sliding over my curves. I am not wearing a bra, but my waist is tightly encircled by a simple leather cincher. Three straps on each side support a pair of plain black sheer stockings. Patent leather heels. No panties.

"A cliché, I know, but what they don't tell you is that not only does corsetry look good, but the constriction makes the feeling of having a good thick dildo inside doubly exquisite.

"I can see you appreciate it. Oh. Don't you dare touch your cock. I may want that later. I haven't made my mind up yet. What I need now is your tongue. On my cunt. This isn't sex: it's masturbation. And I've just told you how I like to get myself off. So get your head into position."

You scoot down the bed. I take the flute of remaining Pol, downing it in one. Leaving deep red lipstick on the glass.

"No, move here. I need to be able to see myself in the mirror.

"You powerful men are such a cliché. I'd have been much more impressed to see you in here with a little whore, your cock impaling her as you imposed your power on her. But no. Here you are, lying submissive on the bed, waiting while I use your face to get off. You haven't even said a word."

I press my finger to your lips.

"No. Bad bad bad. Your tongue is only good for one thing."

I reach between my legs. Running my finger along my moistness. Unfurling the lips. I take a kleenex and dab my juices onto it. And then hold it out for you to take. You instinctively hold it to your nose and inhale. I see your cock twitch.

"You are so fucking predictable. Oh well, if you like that..."

I grasp the bed-head, and stand over you on the bed. Facing you. You look up at me, over the cincher and up through the valley of my breasts, to the icy expression on my face. You can see the neatly trimmed bush of my sex bisected by the angry red gash of my slavering cunt. I reach down and rub my clitoris.

"No. This is no good."

I twist my body round. As I do so, the heel of my shoe catches your cock, twisting it painfully to the side. You gasp.

"I'm so sorry."

I slowly and deliberately move my other foot onto your chest, the heel over you nipple. I let my weight bear on it. My full weight concentrated onto the minute point of my heel and into your nipple. I'm thinking that sex is all about concentration of sensation. Mentally and physically. I twist my foot cruelly, and then step off. I squat down, facing away from your, my feet either side of your shoulders, my ass hovering over your waiting tongue. I feel your cool breath on my opened cuntlips. And I feel slightest touch of your tongue teasing my pubes, testing my reaction.

"No!" I say, angrily, slapping your cock with my hand. "When I say so. I think we need to impose a little control here."

I grasp your angry cock with my hand, and reaching over, pick up the strap from the table. You feel my tiny fingers deftly moving over your aching flesh, affixing the strap around your balls, lifting and separating. And tightening. Click. Click. Click. And with each click I hear you vocalise a primal groan.

Your cock is more constricted that it's ever been, and your view of the world is totally obscured by the taut globes of my ass. And the slick, silky purse of my cunt hovers inches from your nose. I'm particularly fragrant this time of the month. There's no subtlety in the overwhelming musk. I finish my job, and smile at the enrobed cock, echoing the tightness of the cincher around my own waist.

Suddenly, I let my entire weight tell on you. Resting on your face. Your lips on my lips. The tip of your nose butting against the flowering pit of my asshole. I wriggle, teasing you in.

"Now."

You tentatively start to fuck my cunt with your tongue. My hand snakes down to my clitoris. It's been yearning for touch. Not subtle: hard.

"That's better. Keep tonguing my cunt like that and I might let you come."

My hips tilt back and forth in a rhythm, using your nose and tongue like a cock. It's intensely arousing. Our sweat forms a thin film of lubricant between us. My juices drench your face. I'm imagining what it's like for you to be lost in my chthonic depths. Sounds. Smells. Sensation.

But it's not good enough. I need to be filled. I reach for the plug, and ritualistically cover it with the moisturiser.

"Now lick me there."

My finger snakes down my spine, and taps at the entrance to my rear hole.

You obey. Your tongue laps. I press my weight against you, by buttocks parted by your face. I continue to lubricate the plug. And then I stop.

My other hand strays against your constricted cock. Angry, livid and swollen, it craves release. Mirror smooth with the pre-come I spread over the taut drum-like membrane of your glans. I tease your urethera with the scarlet nail of my index finger. Scraping my nails over your dome. I feel your tongue more insistent at my ass, teasing it open. I slowly start to wank your cock.

I lift my ass from your face, just enough to tease the rim of my anus with the edge of the plug. Plug and flesh are slick and lubricated, and inches from your unbelieving eyes, the plug sinks slowly into the depths of my ass as I groan deeply, until it sits, riding on the flare, pushing my buttocks apart.

"Oh my fucking christ."

I grasp your painfully straining cock with my hand, and squeeze. Hard. You're close to coming.

"Tell me you'll accept a 3 year break. Or I leave the room. Now. Don't talk. Grunt. Three times."

I lift my arse, decorated with the glass plug, from your face by way of a signal.

You grunt. Three times. (I knew you would. I'm a veritable Einstein at times like this).

My ass rests back on your face. Your nose pushes the plug into me. A delicious feeling of fullness, heightened by the constriction around my belly. Your hands move to grasp my waist, but I bat them away. This is my fun. You are my toy. I rub at my clitoris more insistently, and with my other hand, start to jack your cock.

You're seconds away from coming. And then, a white jet emerges from your constricted cock. Three, four waves. I feel my own orgasm building, and as it arrives, the waves of contractions on my asshole signal my cunt to follow suit.

Shit.

I love negotiating.

I climb off you, and stretch my legs. And move into the bathroom. You don't disturb me. You hear sounds of flushing, washing. Familiar, everyday sounds. I emerge, fresh and washed and dressed as you are still lying on the bed coming down from your experience. I whisper in your ear

"You can take the strap off now, darling. And don't forget the envelope on the side table."

After I leave, you get up and open it. As you expect, it contains a letter of variation to the contract. It also contains a piece of paper with an anonymous looking URL.

"My darling. You were good. My purse had a hidden video camera in it. I'll upload the pictures tomorrow. The courier will be at your room 10am to pick up the signed letter. You'll see I left you the plug. Do remember me, next time you use it."



The Deal (Another Point of View)



for Jayde, my muse

(*note to reader: point of view makes all the difference in the telling of a tale; here one of my stories is retold from another point if view, a female POV this time)

I'd gone to the bar with my boyfriend, Doug, and his buddy, Bobby, who just moved back into town. Doug was really showing me off, this foxy nineteen year old country bitch from West Virginia who he met when he came to see my band play at a low down country bar. I was the lead singer who couldn't sing for shit, but I had the looks which drew a bar crowd, young and sleek and skanky, cute face, spitfire moves. And so there I was, front and center, reeking of sex appeal. I knew it, and was fuckin' proud of it. Doug figured me for a hick, which I sort of am, but when it came to sex Doug soon discovered I was as knowledgeable as a Vegas hooker and as horny as some cunt who'd just been let out of prison after ten years in solitary. I don't know what Doug had told his buddy about me, but Bobby sure was checking me out. He had this hungry, wolfish look in his eyes, a look I like in a man. Plus he was one of the cutest, hottest looking guys I'd seen in a long time, definitely an improvement over most of Doug's grizzly biker pals. We'd been putting away the beers and I'd just come back from the can after taking a much needed whiz.

"I need to take a whiz too," Bobby said when I got back.

When he split I saw Doug had a big smile on his face.

"What's with the shit-eating grin? I asked, "Were you two talking about me when I went off to take a piss."

"Oh yeah, Tina, we were talking about you alright," Doug said with a leer on his face as I slapped him playfully.

"C'mon," I whined, "What the fuck were you sayin' about me?
"Bobby was saying he'd just love to get a chance to fuck your young ass."

"Just my ass?" I said, smiling now.

"No, not just your ass, baby. Your mouth, your cunt, and your ass. He sounded like he'd give anything to spend a whole day with his cock inside your foxy little body."

Naturally, I took this as a compliment.

"So what'd you tell him?"

"I told him sometimes dreams come true."

I laughed. See, me and Doug mix it up with other partners sometimes. We've hooked up with another guy, a chick, a couple. We love sex and we ain't jealous. So we get off on threesomes and foursomes, on scenes.

"Your buddy's really cute. I'd fuck him," I told Doug as he laughed again, chugging his beer.

"I'm sure you would, babe, I'm sure you would."

"So what'd you say? Did you tell him we swing, get it on with others?"

"Oh yeah, I told him all about that," Doug said, "and it sure got him interested. I said it was cool with me if he fucked you as long as it was cool with you. But there had to be one condition, we had to make a deal. If he got to fuck you, then I'd have to get to fuck him. That was the deal."

"Fuck!" I said, sort of shocked, but loving this. "What'd he say?"

One thing I loved about my boyfriend was that he was bi, just like me. We told each other right away and it turned me on. Let's face it, guys love to hear that chicks they fuck make it with other chicks, and love to see them do it if they ever get the opportunity. Well I'm one of those chicks who really gets off on bi guys, guys who turn on to other guys as well as girls. When it comes to sex I know what I like. And I like just about all of it, girls with guys, girls with girls, guys with guys. 

"You see, babe, a couple of years ago me and Bobby got it on. We got high and fooled around, sucking each other's dicks and shit. But when I told him I wanted to fuck his ass, he begged off, saying he didn't think he could take it."

See, my boyfriend is hung like no other guy I've ever met. He carries a wrist-thick eleven inch hardon when he gets erect. And he get erect a whole lot, believe me! I mean, that dick of his is really something else, a big, beautiful freak of nature. And it don't droop either, like a lot of guys who are super well-hung. No, his huge cock sticks up hard and thick and straight. It's a fucking mind-blowing dick and I love to see the looks on the faces of studs and sluts we mix it up with when they lay eyes on it for the first time. They can't stop looking at it, they love to lick and suck it, the chicks love feeling it stretch and fill their pussies. But not one of them, girl or guy, has had the guts to try taking Doug's dick up the ass. Except for me, of course.

I love taking that dick of his up my ass. And I guess that's one thing Doug really likes about me. I may be just nineteen years old, but I'll take an eleven inch dick all the way up my ass and love taking it, every fuckin' thick inch too. When we do scenes and other people watch me take Doug up the butt it freaks them out, they don't know what to say. All they can do is watch, amazed at what they're seeing.

"Yeah, I really wanted to fuck Bobby's ass," Doug continued, "and he's got himself such a cute butt too, nice and tight and smooth."

Bobby was definitely a looker, sleek and lanky and sexy. Very fuckable. So it didn't surprise me that my boyfriend wanted to fuck his ass.

"So what'd he say about that 'deal' you mentioned?" I asked.

"He didn't know what to say at first. But he sure looked interested. Then he said, okay. I guess when he heard that you took me up the ass, he figured if you could then he should to give it a go. You know, male pride. If a skinny 95 pound nineteen year old chick could take my dick up her ass, why not a cock loving stud who's taken plenty of dicks."

"Skinny?" I said, laughing it off. But I am very petite and slender, with this trim little ass. When people see Doug's eleven-inch, beer can-thick dick parked between my cheeks, I know it's an incredible sight for them.

"So you set it up?" I asked.

"Yeah, I told him to come by next weekend and we'd make it happen."

"Cool!" I said, loving it. I'd really been wanting to see Doug fuck somebody up the ass besides me, and to see him fuck a super cute and sexy young stud would be about the hottest thing of all, even better than watching him slam his big tool up another chick's asshole.
"Here he comes," Doug said, noticing Bobby returning from the men's room.

Bobby sat down and right away noticed the smile on my face.

"So, Bobby, Doug says you wanna fuck me," I said bluntly.

"Uh—yeah— " he stuttered, looking like he was ambushed.

"Sure, you're hot, I'll fuck you," I said as Bobby just sat there, a little stunned and Doug grinned. He just loved the way I could be so blunt and nasty. "I'll fuck you but, like Doug said, if you wanna fuck me, you gotta let my boyfriend fuck you."

"Do you really take that huge of dick of his up your ass, Tina?" he said, wanting to hear it from me.

I smiled.

"Oh right, Doug told me you know all about his huge dick, Bobby. And to answer your question, yeah, I take it. I take it and I fuckin' love it. And I wanna see you take it too. I wanna see you take every one of Doug's thick eleven inches right up your sexy male ass. Are you game?"

"Shit, I guess I'm game. If I get to screw a hottie like you, Tina, then I'm definitely game."

"Then we're all gonna have ourselves a fuckin' great time," I said with a sexy leer, downing more cold beer.

Now Bobby was over at our place and we were guzzling down a bottle of cheap wine I bought. Doug complained but I told him what the fuck was I supposed to know about good wine, growing up in a little coal mining valley in West Virginia. My daddy made moonshine and I knew a cold beer from a warm one, but wine? Fuck it. Anyway, we were drinking it down, bad or good, and getting nice and warm and cozy and high.

Doug had told me how Bobby had mentioned I had such a hot looking ass – he eyeballed it when I sauntered over to the ladies room back at the bar. So I made sure to wear these tight, worn jeans which really showed off my bottom. I was walking around putting on music and pouring wine for the guys, always making sure Bobby had a good look at my rear end. And every time I looked back over my shoulder I saw his eyes were glued to my tight little booty.

"You like my butt, Bobby? I said, giving it a sexy wiggle and giving Bobby a sexy wink, "Well how about checking it out in the raw now?" So making a real show out of it, standing above Bobby, I slowly took off my jeans. I was wearing a peach colored pair of cotton bikini panties and now I turned so he could see my butt, the bottoms of my trim, firm cheeks nice and bare just under the panty line. Then, looking over my shoulder at Bobby, I very slowly pulled the panties down and bared my smooth, sexy ass. The crotch of Bobby's jeans was bulging and he had his hand resting on his dick. That's the effect I always seem to have on guys, I make them bulge down there.

"Here, Bobby, sniff 'em," I said, tossing him the panties which he pressed up to his face, taking a deep breath and smiling.

"Now check this out, check out this sweet spot," I said, reaching back and spreading my cheeks wide open, showing off my asshole, the asshole Bobby knew opened up willingly for Doug's huge dick. He stared straight ahead, looking right at it.

"Wanna fuck it, Bobby, wanna fuck my ass?" I asked him, "I just started my period, so maybe you oughta fuck my ass instead of my cunt."

I'm not always regular and my period started early. But I figured that was a good excuse to make this scene all about ass-fucking. My ass gets fucked, then Bobby's. I always get extra hot around the time of my period, rarin' to go, and it's always a good excuse for lots of ass fucking.

I kept holding my cheeks wide open, swaying my butt inches from Bobby's face.

"Holy shit!" Bobby groaned, as Doug looked on with that wolfish shit-eating grin on his face, "I want to fuck it so fuckin' bad!"
Who wouldn't! I said, smiling to myself. I'm a young sexy fox. I got the hottest fuckin' ass. The only dude who wouldn't want to fuck my ass would have to be halfway to being a corpse. Or some uptight idiot who thinks ass fucking is unnatural or something
"Well, Bobby, if you wanna fuck this ass, first you gotta eat it out," I said, pushing it even closer to his face. Doug chuckled; he knew what a freak I was for a wet tongue in my crack. Bobby didn't waste a moment, taking hold of my cheeks with his big strong hands and spreading them wide, then pressing his face into my butt and his tongue into my hole.

"Oh yeah, do it, Bobby," I hissed, "Doug told me how much you loved eating out his ass. I hope you like mine as much as you liked his."

He grunted, the grunt muffled by his ass licking.
I looked over at Doug. He sure was enjoying the show and now had unzipped his jeans and pulled his huge dick out of his fly, all erect, fucking hard as a rock, stroking that long hard tube of male meat as he watched his good buddy eat out his girlfriend's butthole.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rimming of my ass for many long minutes, then pulled away from Bobby's tongue and turned around reaching down for his jeans and unbuckling his belt, then unzipping his fly.

"Nice!" I said, pulling out Bobby's hard dick. Though he was no super hung freak like my boyfriend Doug, Bobby was pretty well endowed and had himself a thick, nicely shaped cock. "Let me taste this baby."

I leaned down and took Bobby's hard cock in my mouth, looking over at Doug, who was smiling smugly and stroking himself. Doug always likes watching me with another dude's dick in my mouth, and I love showing off what a hot cocksucker I am.

"Suck that dick, babe!" Doug hissed at me, and suck it I did. I sucked the shit out of that fuckin' big dick of Bobby's. Before I came up to Cleveland I was pretty well known in the hollows of West Virginia as one of the best cocksuckers around, and I was showing Bobby and Doug just how I got that reputation, slowly taking that big shaft all the way down my throat, to the balls.

"What'd I tell you?" Doug said to his buddy.

"Damn, she's good," Bobby said, pressing down on my head.

That dick I was sucking was going to feel pretty good up my ass. A year ago I would've said Bobby's dick was an ass-fucking challenge. But after taking Doug's eleven inch monster on a weekly basis for almost a year I knew it was going to be a piece of cake. A piece of cake I was hankering to try now. So I stopped sucking that cock of Bobby's and flipped around, sticking my hot little country white trash butt in his face like a bitch in heat, a bitch in ass heat.

"Ready to fuck this cute little redneck ass of mine?" I purred at Bobby, looking back over my shoulder at him with a sexy grin, and eyes smoldering with cock lust.
"Damn right I am!" Bobby growled, fisting his dick, slick with my spit.

"Well stick it up my ass and fuck me," I hissed at him.
"Got some lube?" Bobby asked, looking over at Doug, who chuckled. "Hell, she don't need no lube for your tool," Doug said, slowly stroking his massive tool. And he knew it too. With me now accustomed to taking his beer-can thick cock in my ass, I could manage ordinary studs in my butthole after just a little licking.

"Yeah, I don't need no lube, Bobby, that ass-lickin' you just gave me was plenty good enough," I said as Bobby, sort of shocked that I was gonna take him up the ass with no lube, stared at me as I waved my foxy little 'fuck me' ass in his face. I looked back to see him, dick in hand, press it between my cheeks and felt his knob right against my greedy little shithole. Damn, do I ever love it up the fuckin' ass! I didn't even give Bobby a chance to work it inside me as I pushed back on his tool, spearing my asshole on his big cock. 

I looked over at my boyfriend and winked. Doug loves to watch me fuck other guys, and he especially likes to see me take it up the ass. And I'm sure having Bobby fuck my butt was extra exciting, since Doug knew he had his 'deal' in place and knew he'd soon get his chance to park his nearly foot long tool up Bobby's poor little boy butt.

"Feel good up my ass chute?" I asked, looking back at Bobby.

"Shit, yeah, feels fuckin' great, Tina," he said as he picked up the pace and started hammering it inside me, working that nice log of his right up to the balls.

"Aren't you happy now, Bobby?" Doug chuckled, "your dream's come true."

"Happy as fuck!" Bobby growled as he kept ramming it up my ass.

Me? I was happy as fuck myself, taking it up my sexy, greedy ass, reaching down between my legs to finger my clit as I took it, took it and loved it, moaning like the hot young bitch I always become whenever I had a hard dick deep inside me.
Now Doug got up off the couch and brought his dick up, waving that fat long wand in Bobby's face. I looked up to see Bobby staring at it like he couldn't believe what he was looking at. I knew how he felt. I'd been sucking and fucking Doug's cock for a year solid now, and, still, every time I stared at that freakin' tool it amazed me. And having it sticking in his face was blowing Bobby's mind now too, even though he and Doug had some cock history together.
"Been a while since you laid eyes on this baby, huh?" Doug growled, stroking his wrist-thick shaft lazily, showing off for Bobby, and for me, as Bobby stared at it like he was almost hypnotized.
"Man, I forgot just what a freak of nature it was," Bobby said, his eyes glued to it.

"Suck that freak dick, Bobby! Suck it like you fuckin' mean it!" I hissed at him.
"Tastes good too, remember?" Doug said, pushing it in Bobby's mouth as Bobby opened wide and wrapped his lips around the thick tool. That dick of Doug's is a fuckin' mouthful, take it from me, even just the knob. I looked up at Doug and winked, loving the scene, taking it up the ass while the dude who was fucking me was leaning over and sucking on my boyfriend's huge dick.

Bobby was really into a groove now, holding me by the hips as he kept slamming it up my ass while he wolfed down more and more of Doug's dick, wolfed it down like a pro. But then queers and bi studs know how to suck cock. Doug said they were better at it than most chicks. Guys know what dicks are all about, so a guy sucking another guy's dick knows the score.

Watching Bobby suck Doug's cock now all of a sudden made me want to see Doug fuck him, take that tool he was sucking up his ass. So I pulled my own bottom away from Bobby's dick. Believe me, I could've taken that cock up my ass a lot longer, I was loving it. But now I wanted to watch my boyfriend do some ass fucking.

"I think you need to get fucked now, dude," I told Bobby, tapping the rug. "So get the fuck down here and stick it out for us the way I stuck it out for you."

Bobby, looking a little unsure of himself now, got down there on elbows and knees and stuck out his ass like a good boy as I playfully slapped that smooth, muscled butt of his a couple of times
"Want me to get him nice and ready for you?" I asked Doug, with a sexy smirk on my face.

"You know the drill, babe," he said, and I sure as shit did know. Before I took that freakily huge dick of Doug's up my ass I had to be well-prepped. So now I looked down ay Booby's gorgeous butt, smooth and muscled and tanned, sticking out like another ass-slut in heat, like me before him. I spread him wide open and stared down at his butthole, at his male fuckhole. I'd watched studs get fucked up the ass before, but to see my boyfriend's wrist-thick cock bust open a cute guy's tight little hole, now this was going to be a real treat!
So I leaned down now and started eating that hole, really lapping away at Bobby's ass, looking up Doug as I rimmed his buddy real good, making sure he got a good view of my hot snaky tongue digging into his pal's hole. 

"Hey baby? Why don't you have a taste too?" I said. I'd only seen Doug eat out another dude's ass once before. But I figured if he was going to fuck this hole, he ought to have himself a little taste first. And that's what he did, getting down next to me and leaning over to dig his tongue into his buddy's crack as I held Bobby wide open for him.

"Oh yeah, Doug, let me see you do it. Let me see you lick that ass," I hissed, pushing back on the back of his head, watching him rim the hole.
While he was lapping away, I went over to get the big tub of anal lube we like to use. When I came back with it Doug pulled his tongue from Bobby's ass and gave me room. I dug in for a big dab of the slick lubricant. spreading it around and then working it in with a couple of fingers, taking my sweet time. I love lubing up an asshole and getting it ready for a hard cock or dildo, including lubing up my own little shithole when I'm about to take one. I slapped more grease into his hole and worked it in with my fingers, knowing Bobby's hole had to be very well lubed to take Doug's monster dick.

Meanwhile Doug got in front of his buddy's face again and started feeding him more of his cock, looking over at me, me who was greasing up Bobby while Doug fucked his mouth. Shit, we always made such a fuckin' hot team when we ganged up on a slut or stud. 

"Damn, I don't know if I can," Bobby said, pulling away and looking up at Doug, now really having to think about it, with him on elbows and knees and me greasing up his ass and Doug feeding him the huge dick he'd soon be expected to take, his part of the deal.
"Sure you can," Doug said, rough insistence in his voice as he held Bobby's head in place and fucked his mouth some more, gagging him. 

"Yeah, Bobby," I reminded him, "you had your chance to fuck my ass, now you gotta let Doug fuck yours. It's the deal, baby."

Doug and me looked at each other and laughed, taking total control of this cute male whore now.

"He's as ready as he's ever going to be," I said to Doug after working more lube inside and twisting three fingers around in Bobby's hole, stretching him. Doug pulled away from Bobby's mouth, Bobby taking a big breath of fresh air now that his throat was free and clear, while Doug got behind him. 




The Deal (Another Point of View)



"Mmmmmh, honey, this is gonna be fuckin' hot" I said, taking hold of Doug's eleven inch log of pure cock pleasure as Doug reached down to hold Bobby wide open. Doug's so thick that his cockhead is about the size of a billiard ball and now I teasingly rubbed that head against Doug's greased mancunt, loving the sight of my boyfriend's cock pressing against his buddy's slick hole. Doug looked over his shoulder at the both of us, biting his lip, bracing himself for the onslaught, the invasion of his ass by a cock he'd sworn off as too big to take.

"Goddamn! Do I ever wanna see you fuck his ass, babe," I growled at Doug, my eyes, I knew, sparkling with demented lust. Shit, I was like that since growing up in the family farm down in Boone hollow, rubbing my clit raw, finding and secretly looking at my brother's porn videos. Especially the ass fucking ones. Getting it on with all these redneck studs and white trash bitches, a sex freak on the loose. The church girls and goody-goodies liked to call me a 'cheap nympho slut,' but I just took that name as a mark of pride. I was definitely a nympho and definitely a slut. And cheap, because I always gave it way.

Now here I was, the nympho slut again, urging my boyfriend to fuck his buddy up the ass. Holding Doug's cock in my hand – and it's so fuckin' thick I can't even get my hand all the away around it – I slowly helped him work that cock up Bobby's ass. The first minutes were the most amazing, watching Bobby's asshole give way and stretch open, wide open, to take Doug's massively thick cock, groaning and gasping, throwing his head from side to side as he bravely withstood the invasion, his stretched, violated hole clenching my boyfriend's dick. And he was brave. I remember when I first tried taking Doug's huge tool inside my ass. It sure wasn't easy, it was a hell of a challenge, in fact. And took time. So I had to hand it to Bobby, he was being quite a sport, even spearing himself back slowly on Doug's dick, helping to get it in deeper as I held on to it and Doug pushed it in harder and rougher.

Bobby's eyes were closed and he was breathing hard and deep, his body now covered with a fine film of sweat, just the way I'd get when Doug fucked me up the ass. Taking that monster tool up the back door is one freakin' challenge, believe me. It sure works up a sweat!
"Oh shit! Go slow, Doug, or you'll split me in half," Bobby groaned.

"Shut the fuck up, Bobby!" I hissed at himteasingly. "Take it like a man! If a skinny young bitch like me can take it, I'm sure a cock loving stud like you can take it too."
Doug laughed but then stopped moving for a few to let Bobby get used to it until Bobby slowly started pushing back against Doug's thrusts, wanting more. Shit, I couldn't keep my eyes off the incredible sight, Doug busting open his good buddy's ass with his huge tool. Pretty soon the studs got into a groove, Doug digging his hands into Bobby's hips and thrusting it in, Bobby pushing back his bottom against the thrusts, wanting all that cock packed inside his ass, an ass red hot now and greedy for cock. I just stared down at the freaky sight, reaching down to work my clit, turned on as shit now.

Doug was really pounding it in there, working the whole shaft inside Bobby, all eleven thick inches, until Doug's big balls were slappin' against Bobby's ass, the whole dick out of sight inside him.

"Fuck that ass, baby, fuck that male ass!" I hissed.

"You like it, Bobby?" Doug sneered at his buddy.

"I love it, I fuckin' love it, Bobby groaned, " I never thought I'd be able to take it, but I fuckin' love it, taking so much dick up my ass?"

"Sounds like your buddy likes to get his ass fucked?" I said as Doug laughed and kept slamming it in. I loved the way Doug moved his bottom when he fucked, his muscled ass pumping away. Now I had just had to have me a taste of that ass. So I got behind my boyfriend, watched his butt pump away as he fucked Bobby, then held him wide open and pressed my face into the hot cleft to rim his ass. Bobby always loves it when I lick his ass while he's fucking someone or getting his big dick sucked. And I love giving him that extra bit of pleasure, tonguing his hot ass while his cock is getting service. Chicks and studs had rimmed Doug's ass while he'd be fucking mine, but this was the first time I got to eat out his ass while his big dick was buried up somebody else's.

Finally I stood up. I had to watch some more, watch my boyfriend pump his meat up Bobby's hole. Shit! The sight of it just about drove me insane with raw, fuckin' lust as I reached between my legs to beat my sopping wet young redneck cunt.

Doug looked over and noticed.

"Hey, Tina, you slut? Feel like fuckin' some of this tight male ass yourself?" he asked with a lewd, knowing grin, guessing what was on my mind. Doug knew how much I loved strapping one on and fucking a chick or a guy. One of these days I'm definitely gonna get my way and fuck Doug's ass. So far he's nixed the idea, saying he only fucks, he doesn't get fucked. Oh yeah, that's what he says now, but I'm gonna work on his head and one night when his guard is down and his horny dick is up I'm gonna fuck the shit out of his tight male ass. When it comes to sex, I'm a bitch who at the end of the day always gets my way.

"Oooooh, I like the sound of that, babe," I said.

"Use that new one I got you," he said with a wink. We'd been hooking up with this one chick who just loves to get fucked, and really creams for Doug's eleven inch package of prime pleasure in her greedy little cunt. The bitch also loves it when I strap one on and fuck her. And so a couple of weeks ago Doug brings me a gift, all boxed up with a ribbon and everything. I open it and see it's a strap-on dildo that is just about the same size as Doug's cock, same length, same thickness. Shit, if I didn't know better I'd think Doug went out and had a cast made of his own hardon. Anyway, I fucked Brenda with that rubber monster a couple of times and she loved it. Fucked a couple of other bitches too. Now Doug was saying why not get that one out, strap it on and fuck his good old pal up the ass. Fuckin' great idea, I said to myself! My boyfriend just fucked him with the real deal, all eleven thick inches of it. Now I'd fuck him with my tool; made of rubber, but just as big and just as thick as the real thing.

So I went into the closet to get the big dildo, then stood in front of them so they could watch me slip on the harness and strap it on. Bobby's eyes were wide open and his jaw was hanging slack. Doug, he just had that horny gleam in his eyes as kept reaming out Bobby's ass and watching me turn into a hung stud

"Holy shit!" Bobby gasped. Doug's a pretty big buy, 6'1" and 170 lb., and still that dick of his looks oversized and freakish sticking out from his flat washboard stomach. Me? I'm this pint-sized slut, 5'2" and 95 lbs and a twenty inch waist, so you can imagine what an eleven inch, wrist-thick rubber cock looks like on me! I fuckin' looked dangerous! 

So now Doug slowly pulled his dick out of Bobby. He had it up in there to the balls and took his sweet time pulling out, seeing me there, stroking my strap on, eager to fuck me some male ass. 

"He's all yours," Doug said, stepping aside, his huge dick sticking up hard and straight, every inch of that massive cock just having been buried up Bobby's ass. Bobby's fuckhole was gaping, just the way mine own always gaped after Doug spend a good long while with his wrist-thick tool buried inside me, stretching me wide. Now I stepped up and took Doug's place, pressing the tip of my strap-on right up against Bobby's greased, open and well-fucked hole.

And then I just slid it inside nice and easy, Doug watching, looking at me, two ass-fuckers who knew the score.

"Fuck him, baby, fuck the cock lovin' whore!" Doug hissed as I started fucking Bobby for real, hard and deep. Bobby looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes smoldering, amazed that he was taking it up the ass courtesy of his buddy's teenage slut girlfriend.

"This bitch knows how to fuck, Bobby," Doug said to his pal, "so enjoy it."

"Shit yeah," Bobby growled, "her dick feels almost as good as yours, bud."

"Hey baby, why don't you let Bobby rim your ass while I fuck him?"

"Sounds good to me," Doug said, stepping up in front of Bobby, turning around and pushing his sexy, muscled bottom right up in Bobby's face. A second later I could hearing Bobby slurping away at Doug's asshole.

Shit, I loved it! Fucking this dude with my huge new dildo while he ate out my boyfriend's ass.

I fucked Bobby hard, pushing his head into Doug's butt.

"Lick that ass, you ass munchin' faggot!" I sneered at him, loving the role, playing rough, playing the rough ass-fucker.

"Tell him, baby!" Doug said, looking back at me with a wink as he got rimmed. 

Soon Doug pulled back from Bobby and walked past me and behind me with a look that I only knew too well. I took a big gulp of air, 'cause I was dead certain what was coming next, something big, something real big! The next thing I felt was Doug pulling the leather dildo harness strap away from my crack and slapping some cool lube right into my asshole.

"Oh shit, me too, baby?" I said, looking back at him with a smile.

"Yep, you too, lover. I need me some girl ass to go with the guy ass."

And then I felt it, that amazing, incredible feeling, as Doug began to slide his cock up my ass, slide it up there while I kept fucking his buddy. Back in West Virginia I was probably the only slut in the valley who took it up the ass whenever and wherever. But taking Doug's eleven thick inches up my ass was to ordinary ass fucking what a redwood was to a twig. Every time I feel that thick log of his stretch my asshole and start to fill my ass, I see stars. And I was seeing them now, as I kept on fucking Bobby. I'd done this before, had Doug ram his eleven inches up my ass while I fucked a chick or a stud with my strap one, but never before with this huge new one. And never had I fucked an ass that my boyfriend has just fucked.

"Do it, you bastard!" I hissed, looking back at Doug, "ream out my ass; I wanna feel every last fuckin' inch buried in my fuckin' bowels, baby!"

How could he refuse a request like that as he hammered it inside me and I kept pounding it up his buddy's mancunt.
"Now I want both you bitches up next to each other," Doug said after a while of this, pulling his dick out of my ass, and tugging at me so I was forced to withdraw from Bobby. Then he unstrapped the dildo off of me.

"Get the fuck down there!" Doug said pointing to the a spot on the rug as I scampered down and knelt on elbows and knees right alongside Bobby, both of us lewdly sticking our bottoms in Doug's face.

"You two whores should see yourself, your assholes look like two fuckin' caves," Doug sneered as me and Bobby looked at each other, sharing the obscene, exposed position, our two well-fucked assholes no doubt quite a sight, opened and reamed.

And then what Doug did was get behind Bobby and slide his big tool up his ass again and fuck him. When he was in the mood for a change, he pulled out of Bobby, moved over two feet, and crammed his dick up my ass now. Then back to Bobby's, and then back to mine. Back and forth. Fucking both our asses with furious cock lust, an ass lust that amazed even me, who knew all too well what a wild and crazy fucker Doug could be, unleashing that eleven inch tool and doing some sweet, beautiful damage to a cunt or asshole. Bobby and me just stuck it out and took it, over and over again, as I strummed my steaming pussy and Bobby fisted his steely shaft.

"Okay you two bitches, I have a reward for you," Doug said, finally pulling out of me and coming up in front of us, waving that ass-fucking dick in our faces, stroking it slowly, the shaft so hard it looked like it could burst.

"Now open wide," Doug said as me and Bobby brought our faces close, pressing cheek to cheek, getting those lips of ours wide open as Doug slowly worked his tool, a happy, shit-eating grin on his face. And then it happened as he shot just about the biggest fucking load of cum I'd ever seen come out of a guy's dick. And, believe me, I've seen more loads of cum shoot out of studs' dicks than the next ten teenage sluts put together! It just kept on cumming and cumming, splattering all over our faces, shooting into our mouths. That's when I got off, working my clit to a beautiful pitch and a sharp, piercing orgasm, Bobby still reaching down and furiously massaging his own tool. 

"I think I'll go get us a couple of six-packs," Doug said, being a guy. He may be a hell of a stud with an eleven inch cock but, like most guys, right after he cums he loses interest in sex, at least for a few, and is ready to do something else, watch a football game, play his guitar, go get more beer. So now he was pulling up his jeans and getting ready to go out for some fresh brews, leaving me and Bobby there, stark naked, assholes raw and open, cum dripping down off our chins.

"You get Bobby off, okay, baby?" Doug said to me, slamming the door behind him.

So now here we were, me and Bobby. Two naked, ass-fucked, and cum-splattered sluts. I got up and stepped behind Bobby to have myself a look. Holy shit! If an asshole ever looked like it had been fucked, Bobby's sure looked that way now.

Seeing it raw and opened like that suddenly made me think about something I fantasized trying. Last year me and Doug and this other couple watched a really nasty video where a chick fisted another chick's cunt and then worked her fist up the other' girl's ass. I couldn't get that out of mind; I watched it over and over again. Now, with Bobby's ass in front of me, all slick and open from an hour of hard, solid fucking, I thought about my fist and Bobby's ass.

"Gonna fuck me some more?" Bobby said, looking at me with an almost desperate expression on his face as he kept on beating his cock. His Buddy had got off, got off big time, but Bobby hadn't yet and it looked like he was keen on some more ass fucking.

"How about we try something else," I said, running the fingers of my right hand over Bobby's cum-splattered face, then my own, getting those fingers slick with cum. Now I got behind Bobby and reached around to pull his hand away from his own dick, taking hold of it myself with my left hand. He groaned when he felt my fingers grab hold of his steel-hard cock.

Then I brought my other hand up to Bobby's asshole and slid four fingers inside, they went in nice and easy. Next I worked in the thumb.

"Holy shit!" Bobby gasped, whipping his head around to look at me, guessing what was up. What was up was my hand about to pushed all the way up his ass. 

"Yeah, Bobby, you ought to be ready for this now," I said, pushing my hand inside his ass. He groaned and gasped, but he fuckin' loved it, I could tell. He pushed back until I got my whole hand inside and started fisting his ass for real now, his asshole all nice and stretched, clenching my wrist.

"I can't believe I'm fistin' you, Bobby, fistin your motherfuckin' slut ass!" I told him as I fisted with one hand and milked his dick with the other.

God, I fuckin' loved it, my hand up this cute dude's ass, a dude my boyfriend had fucked, I fucked, and now was fuckin' fisting!

And then I felt that dick of his start to throb, and his asshole start to quiver my wrist. Just then the door opened, just as I was ramming my fist in hard and deep and Bobby was shooting his big load all over the rug.

"Well, well, look at you, babe," Doug said, walking in on us, a six-pack in each hand, "You are one ass-loving cunt, aren't you?"

"You got that right, lover," I purred, looking back at Doug with a sexy, loving smile as I milked the last few drops of cum out of Bobby's dick and worked my fist another inch deeper into his hot male ass.



The Deal Breaker



"Peter, I can explain!" Mrs. Allister blurted out over the sound of Morty's fading groans. Much to her dismay, he had yet to remove his stiff prick from the moist confines of her ass. Turning her head back to take a quick glance at him, Mrs. Allister flashed a menacing look at the pleasure she saw on his face. Even with her husband standing over them, this bastard of a young man still possessed arrogance enough to continue to use her tightened sphincter to milk his cock to the last drop.

Her eyes floated back to her husband and she released her hold on the twin ass cheeks that she held spread for Morty, placing her hands down on the couch cushion in front of her.

Mr. Allister's pants slid down his legs to the floor and he stepped out of them. "No need to explain, dear," he said as he walked over to her. Mrs. Allister watched her husband's swelling erection bounce with every step he took. She hoisted her upper body up to make room for him as he took a seat on the couch in front of her. "I imagine you must have been quite famished, what with my busy work schedule lately. Speaking of which..." He grabbed hold of the base of his swelled cock and lowered the thickening tip to her lips. "Here. I've practically forgotten what those hot lips of yours feel like."

Mrs. Allister grinned evilly, her pleasure stemming mostly from her now having no need to explain to her husband about the plot that she'd waged against his precious little girl. With the feel of Morty's softening erection still embedded in her ass and the sight of her husband's throbbing hard-on right in front of her, Mrs. Allister's grin slowly spread into a wide smile.

Mr. Allister looked on in eager anticipation as he watched his wife's lips part and her face lower into his lap. He gritted his teeth together and let out a strained grunt when he felt her wrap her lips around the tip of his cock. Her suckling accompanied by the playful tip of her tongue was enough to leave him trembling in his seat. Before long her closed hand was stroking him and her head was bobbing.

Morty's lips curled into a slight grin as he stared at the back of Mrs. Allister's head as she went about trying to suck her husband off. He'd felt his own prick drain off its last into her ass and continued to revel at the feel of her orifice clutched around his softened meat as he kneaded her soft ass cheeks. He drew his hand back and delivered a quick smack to her right cheek. "Come on, Mrs. Allister, suck him dry," Morty called out to her.

His words forced Mr. Allister to momentarily abandon his groans for a quick chuckle.

Mrs. Allister lifted her head up from her husband's lap and turned her face back to Morty, continuing to pump her fist over her mister's dick. "If you're done filling my ass up why don't you make yourself useful. My clit and my tits could use a little attention. Besides, I seriously doubt that Peter needs a cheering section while he's getting his cock sucked."

"Oh, I'm sure the boy meant no harm by it," Mr. Allister said, gently guiding his wife's chin back toward his wet and throbbing prick. "And a little encouragement never hurt anybody."

Mrs. Allister put her mouth back to work on his cock. She felt Morty's fingers begin to twist and tug at her nipples and she began to moan around the solid shaft moving back and forth across her tongue. She couldn't believe how this whole fiasco was starting to unfold. Here she was now with her husband's prick in her mouth, Morty's soft cock up her ass, and her lovely daughter out with her new boyfriend Brad. Despite this turn of events, she had to admit that everything seemed to be working out.

So far.

Morty had slipped a finger down between the wet folds in between her legs and was stroking his fingers over her clit at a furious pace. Her hips began to squirm in his lap and Mrs. Allister could feel him doing all he could to keep his cock embedded in her ass for as long as possible. What an asshole, Mrs. Allister thought as she felt him push her over the edge of an orgasm.

Her cries of release were soon muffled by the flood of liquid that her husband began to release down her throat.

"Yeah," she heard Morty call out over Mr. Allister's strained grunts. She tightened her grip on her husband's twitching rod and used her hand to assist his own natural fluid pumping mechanisms in draining him completely. Morty clenched closed a palm over one of her hefty breasts as he continued to throttle her clit with his fingers. "Swallow it all, Mrs. Allister."

Asshole, she thought.

Mrs. Allister removed a twelve ounce bottle of water from the refrigerator and headed back upstairs to her bedroom where her husband awaited her return. Along the way she passed by her daughter's bedroom and heard the distinct sound of Emily's high pitched whines. It couldn't be, Mrs. Allister thought, closing the silk robe she wore tighter around her body and stepping closer to the door. Morty had been gone for hours and he wouldn't dare cross her like this.

Quietly opening the door, she poked her head inside and stared across the darkened room. The light from the television cascaded across the bed and allowed Mrs. Allister light enough to see Brad lying on top of Emily. She had her palms gripped around the back of her knees and were holding them back beside her shoulders as he pounded his meat into her exposed cunt.

When Mrs. Allister caught sight of the pair of glasses attached to Brad's face that jostled around as he held them trained on the sight of Emily's bouncing breasts she knew for a fact that there was no more sense entertaining her worst fears.

She watched as Brad's hips stopped moving and he slid his shaft out of Emily, rising up to his knees. He held it tightly in his palm as he watched Emily rise from the mattress and turn her ass up to face him. With her knees bent under her and her shoulders pressed down into the blankets, the pillow beneath her had to suffer her cries as Brad's pelvis began to smack against her ass cheeks.

Mrs. Allister closed the door and continued on her way.

Morty winked at the maid and shot her a cocky grin as she granted him entrance to the Allister home that morning. He quickly made his way through the expanse of rooms until his shadow darkened Mrs. Allister's bedroom door. He opened the door to the sound of his hostess' shrieking cries. Walking into the bedroom, he was greeted to the sight of Mrs. Allister down on her forearms and knees near the foot of the bed with her legs spread wide. Mr. Allister was standing on the floor behind her with his fingers pressed deep into the flesh of her hips.

Morty stood there in silence with a grin on his face as he watched Mr. Allister fuck his wife's ass with an unmatched urgency. During some of his calmer moments Morty was actually able to catch a glimpse of the blood swelled head of his cock as he drew back his hips before burying the entire length of his stiff member into her hole. Otherwise there was barely any space at all to be found between Mrs. Allister's reddened ass cheeks and the front of his pelvis.

When Morty heard Mr. Allister's grunts drop down a few octaves and become drawn out and labored he felt a small tinge of jealousy sweep over him, wishing that he was the one spilling out his semen into Mrs. Allister's clenching cavern.

He watched Mr. Allister slowly slide his prick out from between his whimpering wife's cheeks before her body collapsed down to the mattress below. Morty stepped out of the bedroom in search of a fully stocked bar.

When Mr. Allister left for the office Morty returned to the bedroom and found Mrs. Allister up and about, adorned in her robe. "What the hell are you doing here?" she said when she turned and saw Morty standing there. She continued on her way to the bathroom with him at her back.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" he said, walking up behind Mrs. Allister as she slid the glass shower door aside and started the water running. Wrapping his arms around her, Morty parted her robe and took hold of her by the twin globes gracing the top of her chest.

Mrs. Allister stood upright and took hold of him by each of his wrists. "Sorry to disappoint you...Morty," she said as she removed his hands from her breasts and threw his arms down. "But I know you caught that little action earlier," she said, turning around to face him while closing the front of her robe.

Mrs. Allister had managed to catch sight of him standing in the doorway of their bedroom courtesy of one of the many mirrors resting atop the dressers. She saw the smug smile that he wore as he stood there watching her having her ass fucked and even now she could hardly resist smacking the one covering his current expression right off of his lips. "Well he's been going on like that ever since last night," she said to him as she moved over to the medicine cabinet above the sink. "So I'm afraid that you're just going to have to take care of any immediate urges that you might have yourself." She removed a small bottle of pills and shut the cabinet. "I'm completely exhausted. Now get out here." She motioned toward the bathroom door and Morty complied with her order.

Mrs. Allister emerged from the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She walked over toward the marble counter of the sink in search of her make-up bag and was quickly distracted from her task by the sound of Morty's voice in the distance.

"Yeah. Just like that," he'd said.

The bathroom window was open a bit. With a swell of fury boiling over inside of her, Mrs. Allister stormed over to the window and shoved the curtain aside. "Bastard!" she fumed to herself, for below her there was that scraggly character Morty standing poolside with his cock in Emily's mouth.

She sat at the edge of one of the plastic pool chairs with her bikini top lying on the ground next to her seat as Morty coached her through a blowjob. Mrs. Allister stood there with fire in her eyes as she watched Morty's stroking hand replace Emily's on his shaft. He freed himself from her lips and Emily let slip a surprised yelp as Morty set loose the first of many creamy white spurts across her daughter's lovely visage. Mrs. Allister nearly jerked the curtains down from the fixture as she pulled them closed and stormed out of the bathroom.

Later that afternoon Morty enjoyed a sandwich and a beer in the kitchen. That is until Mrs. Allister stormed into the room and interrupted his lunch. "You son of a bitch!" she spat at him as she approached the counter that he leaned against. "How dare you?"

"How dare I what?" Morty said over a mouthful of bread.

"Don't stand there and pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. I saw you, plain as day, cumming on her face. We had a deal."

"We still do," Morty said, taking another bite and chasing it with a swig of beer. "Emily and I aren't getting back together. It was just once more for old time's sake."

Mrs. Allister's brow crinkled up in anger. The fact that she held herself partially responsible for this loaf-about's lapse in judgment was the only thing keeping her from flying off the deep end right then and there.

"Come with me," Mrs. Allister said through clenched teeth. Morty took another bite of his sandwich and a drink of his beer before following her out of the kitchen. "In the event that you once again find me unavailable and yourself at the mercy of your own primitive impulses I'd like to introduce you to an alternative to shoving your cock into Emily's mouth."

Mrs. Allister pushed open the door to one of the guest bedrooms and she and Morty found the maid inside straightening some of the ornaments atop one of the dressers. "Victoria," Mrs. Allister called out to her, gaining her attention. "Take your clothes off."

"I beg your pardon, ma'm," the young lady said, turning a shocked and doe eyed stare to the couple that had just entered the room.

"Oh, you heard what I said," Mrs. Allister said, her voice laden with aggravation. "Strip." As the young lady proceeded to disrobe Mrs. Allister turned her eyes to Morty's smirking face. She could see the excitement in his face as he took in the show across the room. It disgusted her to no end. "Well..." she said to him. "What are you waiting for?"

Mrs. Allister watched as Morty quickly scrambled out of his tattered excuse for a wardrobe and hurried over to the bed. Victoria had taken a seat at the foot of the bed. When he positioned himself in front of her and offered her his stiffening prick, the maid took one more glance in Mrs. Allister's direction. She received an approving nod before taking the swelling end of Morty's cock into her mouth.

Mrs. Allister couldn't fight the smile that overtook her lips as she watched Morty melt into a series of grunts as he began to rock his hips back and forth in front of her face.

Mrs. Allister removed her clothing and climbed onto the bed behind Victoria. The young lady let out a fearful whimper around the obstruction in her mouth as she felt the inside of Mrs. Allister's thighs on the outside of her legs and her breasts pressing up against her back. "Now, do we have an agreement?" Mrs. Allister said to Morty as she reached her hands around and took up Victoria's hardening nipples between her fingers.

"What's that?" Morty managed to squeeze out between grunts. He was too busy staring down at the top of Victoria's head while reaching a hand down behind her to take up one of Mrs. Allister's breasts to pay much attention to the words she spoke.

"You are to continue to have no further contact, nostalgic or otherwise, with Emily, and in return I'll continue to see to it that all of your needs continue to be met."

"Whatever you say," Morty said as he thrust his fingers into the young girl's hair and began to pump his hips even faster.

"That's what I thought," Mrs. Allister said. She tapped Victoria on the shoulder and she turned around to face her, still stroking Morty's swelled solid rod. "Come on, dear. It's my turn to see what that mouth of yours feels like."

Still a little confused by the suddenness of all of this, she simply stood up from the bed and turned around to face her employer. She watched as Mrs. Allister slid back across the bed a little and spread her legs. Victoria bent over and lowered her face to Mrs. Allister's crotch. Just as her tongue darted out and touched down on her employer's clit she felt the engorged tip of her guest penetrate own wet opening.

Standing in the doorway watching her ex pound his erection into the shrieking woman who held her face between her mother's thighs, Emily could hardly fathom what she had just heard.



The Deal Breaker



[This story has elements that could fit in Loving Wives, other elements that would fit in Group, Anal, Erotic Couplings, and with a little stretch into Incest. Rather than get the feedback that said I put it in the wrong place I'm putting it in Novels and Novellas. If you don't like stories that include oral pleasure, coitus, three lovers in the same bed, and anal... don't read this story. As always I encourage feedback and voting.]

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Once in a while something out of the ordinary happens and I get to know I'm alive. On the thirteenth of January something out of the ordinary happened and... I want to tell you the story. Call it a cautionary tale. A warning. Call it a blessing or a trauma. It was all those things and a surprise.

I'd gone to a conference in San Diego and the company I work for had rented six cars for us, for sightseeing, going to dinner, all the touristy things that people at a conference do when they aren't in meetings. There was a bowl in the hospitality suite on the fifth floor where the keys to the rentals were kept. If you wanted to use one, you went to the suite, picked up a key and when you were done with the car you returned the key.

I had randomly picked a key from the bowl and walked to the parking lot. I had assumed the cars would all be business sedans. When I got to the lot I looked at the fob and saw I had picked a yellow 2009 Mustang convertible! What was going to be a half hour drive to see Mission Bay had just become a two or three hour tour of the city. When I sat down behind the wheel I saw a post-it stuck to the dash between the air conditioning vents. A yellow Post-it with a note written in purple ink. "Call Room 988!"

I called the hotel and they patched me to room 988. A woman answered. I wasn't surprised. She said, "Kim deAngelo."

"Kim, I just sat down in the yellow Mustang."

"Wow! Where are you going?"

"Mission Bay, Balboa Park and then driving around. Why?"

"Are you alone?"

"Yes. Why the note?"

"I left something in the car. Don't go, Ok? I'll be down in less than five minutes." The phone clicked and she was gone. I looked at my watch and spent the entire five minutes getting my sport coat into the trunk and the top down.

When I looked around after the top was down I saw a tall redhead walking quickly towards me. She was wearing white pants and a navy pullover with white stars all over it. Her three inch heeled sandals clacked on the tarmac as she walked. Her smile was wide and happy. Her chest slightly overfilled the pullover, stretching the fabric between her breasts. She went to the passenger side and climbed in. She turned to me and stuck out her hand. 

"Hi, I'm Kim. Glad to meet you."

"You said you left something in the car."

"I did. Me. I'm from our Madison office where there's three feet of snow on the ground. I don't want to miss any opportunity to drive around in this while we're here."

"So the Post-it was your way of inviting yourself along?"

"If you'd rather be alone..." The look she gave me said she knew she wasn't getting out of the car. I knew it, too. I turned the key and the engine came to life. We drove around and enjoyed the sunshine, the wind, the sights of San Diego and I enjoyed having a very nice looking woman next to me.

She shared her story with me as we drove. She was thirty-one, divorced for almost a year, and this was her first trip to San Diego for our annual conference. It was my fifth year coming to the conference so I knew San Diego pretty well.

By twelve-thirty I was hungry so I asked what kind of food she would like. She asked if I knew a good Mexican restaurant. I turned and headed us to Old Town. We sat outside and had a great lunch. Twice during the meal she touched my arm. Both times she was looking me right in the eyes. I wondered if I was reading her signals correctly. 

Both times I asked myself that question I also reminded myself I was married.

At the end of the meal the waitress dropped off the bill. Kim said, "You've been nice enough to let me come along, let me get lunch." I wondered how she could pay. She didn't have a purse. Her pants didn't have a pocket and neither did the pullover. She pulled her arm back inside the pullover and reached into her bra. Two seconds later she withdrew her hand and a VISA card.

She smiled and said, "It's safer there than in a purse."

I said, "This may be the first time I've ever wished I was a VISA card."

She blushed just a little and then looked me in the eyes again. Seconds passed. The waitress took the card and the bill. Kim looked at me a few more seconds and said, "Maybe you'll get your chance."

I reminded myself I was married. It took longer that time.

When she got her card back and the bill signed we stood to leave the restaurant. She handed me the card, saying, "Hold this for me, would you please? I'll ask for it later." I slipped it in my shirt pocket.

She stepped close as we walked back to the Mustang and hooked my arm with hers, pressing her left breast against my triceps. It felt really good. I noticed people looking at us and smiling. In a mirror we walked past, I saw us and saw that I really looked good with her holding on to me.

We walked around Balboa Park, drove around Mission Bay and out to the Hotel Coronado. I liked being the tour guide for Kim, who behaved like she was having a great time.

By the time we were back at the hotel it was getting dark. She said, "I don't want this to end."

"It's been a wonderful day." I agreed. I put the top up and we got out of the car. As she got out she removed the Post-it from the dash and crumpled it. She looked up at me and said, "I don't need it anymore."

We walked inside the hotel without touching. Discreet. If she had still been hanging on my arm I was pretty sure word would have reached my wife before morning. In the elevator, I held the key to the Mustang in my hand. I hit the button for the fifth floor, where the hospitality suite and the bowl were located. She took the key from me and said, "I'll return it for you, on two conditions. You tell me what room you're in and if you decide to take another drive you invite me along."

Bells rang in my head. I saw the robot from Lost in Space yelling, "Danger Will Robinson! Danger!" I felt a reaction in my slacks. With all that happening I said, "922." Her finger hit the button for the ninth floor and when the doors opened on five she stepped out. She walked away and I watched her hips as the doors closed.

Back in my room I cleaned up a little. In my brain I said, 'Don't let her in. You don't need to clean up. You're married and you're not going to cheat! God! Don't you want to see those tits? She wants to show you those tits!'

I heard a knock. My blood pressure went up twenty points. I took a deep breath. I opened the door. What I saw was Kim's smile and her star covered chest. She moved past me and I closed the door.

She turned and helped me move to the center of the floor space. She flipped the lock on the door and said, "Face the windows please."

The drapes were open and the view was all the way to Mission Bay. I looked and she said, "Ok. Now you can turn around."

I turned around and saw lace. She had taken her pullover off and was showing me her lace covered chest. Barely covered. I could see her nipples and areola through the lace. I could see that the bra was more for sex appeal than support.

She stepped closer and reached into my shirt pocket. Her fingers came back with her credit card.

"I keep it inside the right cup. Would you put it back, kind Sir?"

I watched my hand reach for the card and just as it touched the card she dropped it. My eyes and hand followed it to the floor. When I stood back up with the card in my hand, she held the bra out to me, with the cups empty and pointed at the floor. I dropped the card in the right cup and looked up. Two of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen were right in front of me.

Kim dropped the bra to the floor. She took my hands and put them on her warm breasts. She said, "I know you're married. I don't want to mess with your marriage. I like you a lot. I'll be here once a year. What I want is a man who will love me and treat me right one week a year. Can you do that?"

I had visions of my wife coming out of the hotel room bathroom in the pale green teddie I gave her for Christmas and seeing me between Kim's legs. I had visions of a courtroom with my Mom and Dad looking disappointed at me for being stupid. I took a step back and let go of her breasts. I sat on the bed.

"Kim, I can't! I want to. I've thought of the possibility a hundred times since I called your room this morning. You're beautiful, fun to be with and sexy." I paused. "So is my wife."

"I understand. I'm conflicted too. Maybe your integrity is part of what has me want you." She picked up her bra and covered her wonderful tits with it. She picked up the stars and covered all her skin, tucking the VISA card into the right cup before she pulled the pullover down. "I hope your wife knows how lucky she is. I'd offer to tell her, but that wouldn't be right."

There were tears in her eyes that didn't fall. "So you know, you're the only man besides my husband and doctor who has seen my breasts. I should say my ex-husband."

Ten seconds later she was out the door. I sat on the bed feeling her in my hands and visualizing her standing there for over an hour. The phone rang.

On the third ring I answered. It was Frank Williams from my office. "You available for dinner?" He asked.

"Sure. Downstairs?"

"Meet us in the lobby in half an hour, we'll go out on the town." He hung up.

I showered, put on clean clothes and was five minutes early. I had accepted as a way of stopping the thoughts I was having about Kim and my wife. I knew the reason I had been invited was that I don't drink. My colleagues wanted a designated driver. 

Frank came out of the elevator with two other guys from L.A.. In the parking lot we found a gray four-door sedan and Frank handed me the keys.

"Know where we can get good Mexican food?" He asked. I took them back to where Kim and I had lunch. I saw the same waitress that had served us lunch and was grateful she wasn't serving our table. As I was finishing my enchiladas my cell rang. The called ID showed the call was from Carole, my wife's sister.

I excused myself and stepped out into the street and answered. "This is Nick."

Her voice was upset and I could tell she had been crying. She said, "It's Carole. I knew you were in San Diego so I decided to surprise my sister and take her to dinner. I looked in your front window before I knocked and saw her on the couch fucking your next door neighbor!"

"What?" I yelled. People around me moved a few feet farther away. Frank and Bob both looked over at me.

"I took two pictures with my cell phone. Nick, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve to be cheated on."

"Send me the pictures." Less than a minute later I had them. While I waited for them I stood still in the street staring at my phone. When the pictures arrived I could tell it was Laura and Mr. Watanabe. I could see they were fucking. Laura was wearing the pale green teddie I gave her, with her breasts exposed and his dick in her!

I called Carole back. "Carole, I thank you for telling me. Some sisters would have protected their sister even when they knew she was wrong. Did you knock on her door? Does she know she's been caught?

"No. I left. I'm sitting a block away in my car."

" I have a request. Go home, go anywhere, but do not talk to Laura. Do not tell her you talked to me. Send the pictures to my business email account."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure. I've got some thinking to do, that's for sure." I thanked her again and hung up. When I sat back at the table with Frank, Bob and John Frank asked, "Bad news?"

I nodded and said, "I'm not sure how bad it is. I need to get back to the hotel. I know you guys wanted me to be the designated driver, but not tonight."

Half an hour later I was in my room again. I dialed Watanabe's phone number and Mrs. Watanabe answered. I said, "Hi. It's Nick."

She said, "Know the name of a good lawyer?"

I said, "Do you need a good lawyer?"

She said, "Our spouses have been fucking! I want the meanest son-of-a-bitch lawyer ever!"

"How do you know they've been doing it?" I asked. She didn't know Carole and hadn't seen the pictures.

"I've suspected for some time. Today he went out to do some errands, but he forgot his wallet. I knew he'd come right back when he discovered he'd forgotten it. He's still gone. I got to thinking about where he might be so I went up to your apartment and looked in the front window. She was on her knees sucking him!"

"I'll find a good lawyer and we'll share the costs. Thanks for telling me and please don't say I called."

"Ok. I'm going to my sister's house. I won't be here when he gets home." She hung up. I knew if I stayed in my room I'd explode so I went down to the lobby and started to walk outside. I saw my immediate supervisor and the CEO of the company walking into the lobby from outside. I headed for them.

"Could I have a few minutes of your time?" I asked.

They shuttled us into an alcove out of the main traffic area and Brent Haskins, the CEO, said, "What's up? You look like your best friend died."

I told them. Then I asked if there was somewhere in the company where I could be transferred immediately. It took ten long seconds before Mr. Haskins answered. He said, "We were just talking about an office that needs someone just like you. How soon is immediately?"

"The conference is over on Friday. I can start work in the new office ten days later. I have some stuff to move and a legal matter to set in motion."

"Ok. You're officially transferred. When you get home get a moving company to pack you up and move your stuff. I'll have the paperwork to you first thing in the morning." Mr. Haskins said.

My supervisor said, "I'm sorry to lose you. Maybe it would be best if you left soon and got started on moving. After you sign the papers in the morning go home and get the move started."

"That sounds good." As I stood I realized I didn't know where I was going. "Where am I transferring to?"

"Chicago. Commercial division." I shook hands with both men and left them in the lobby. It was almost nine o'clock. I hit the button for the ninth floor and when the doors opened on nine I saw the sign that said, "Rooms 901 -- 950 to the left. Rooms 951 -999 to the right." I turned to the right. My room was to the left.

At 988 I stopped and stood in front of the door. I knocked. I counted to twenty in my head and knocked again. A feminine voice from inside asked, "Who is it?"

"It's a yellow Mustang convertible!"

The door opened and one look told me she had been crying. Another look told me she was ready for bed. Flannel PJ's.

"I was thinking about taking a drive down by the ocean. Would you like to go with me?"

"It's nine at night. You're married."

"I'll take that as a no. Let me make a counter offer. Since we last talked I've found out my wife has been screwing our next-door neighbor. I'm no longer married. It is still nine at night and you're not dressed for a ride down to the beach, so... let's go back to my room and become lovers."

"No!" She said with power. She grabbed my shirt front and pulled me into her room. She closed the door and double locked it.

She was unbuttoning her pajama shirt when she turned to face me. I held up a hand. She stopped. "Who is your supervisor?"

"Alice Cromwell. Why?"

"Good. She works in the retail division. As of Monday next I take over the Chicago office, commercial division. You don't work for me."

"Chicago is a hundred and fifty miles from Madison!"

"Yes, and that's better than eighteen hundred miles from Los Angeles. Earlier you said, and I quote, "What I want is a man who will love me and treat me right one week a year." I'd like to know if I can interest you in more than one week a year?"

We kissed and she whispered next to my ear, "Yes, and I want to start with one week. I'm still hurting from my divorce. You haven't even started hurting from yours yet. I'm interested in you and I'm scared. Can we take this slowly?"

"I've got to leave in the morning. We can officially begin whatever this is when I get to Chicago, if you'd like. I can't even give you the week you asked for. How about weekends when I get to Chicago?"

I kissed her again.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me ever so softly and whispered, "Then give me the rest of tonight." Her fingers resumed unbuttoning her pajamas. My fingers worked on my clothes and quite soon we were both naked. I helped Kim sit on the side of her bed while I knelt between her knees. We kissed again. The kiss was soft and warm and became insistent very quickly. The next kiss included our tongues dancing together and my hands finding her globes again. 

My kisses trailed away from her mouth and down her neck. She tilted her head to give me free access to her neck. When I was kissing her collarbone I leaned her back just a little and kissed my way down to her breasts.

My hand held her left breast while my mouth kissed her right. I was doing my best to memorize everything about her breasts. They were pale, warm to the touch of my lips and hands, and heavy. The nipples pointed ahead and below them the breasts looked full. Her skin was translucent and I could see veins carrying blood just under her skin. The areola were oblong, as if they had been round and as her breasts grew heavy they stretched the areola. Her nipples were bigger than any I had ever seen. Laura's were big, the size of blueberries. Kim's were the size of grapes, seedless grapes.

My lips kissed all over her breast before I approached her areola and nipple. Kim's head was thrown back and she was taking deep breaths.

Her hands grasped my head and moved my mouth directly over her nipple. I sucked, gently.

"Oh sweet Jesus! I need this!" She said. I kissed her again and sucked a little harder.

"How soon can you be in Chicago? I want more!"

I didn't answer. I sucked harder. Her back arched and she moaned. There are sweet sounds in the world. One of the best is when a woman moans because a man is loving her just the way her body wants to be loved.

When I switched from her right breast to her left she said, "Bite me! I want to still feel your mouth on me after you're gone." I covered my teeth with my lips and bit down on her big nipple.

She shuddered. I switched back to her right breast and bit it! She shuddered harder.

I pushed her onto her back. My kisses left her breasts and trailed down her center line. Before I got to her navel she said, "Are you...?"

"Yes! I want to taste you." My hands helped her part her legs and her delicious fragrance touched my nose.

"No one..." She was interrupted by someone doing it. Me. She lifted her head and looked. I looked into her eyes and tongued her most sacred places. She said, "Oh God, that feels so good!"

My tongue touched her everywhere it could reach. I touched her clit occasionally and each time she jerked and moaned. My hands held her legs as I ate her. It wasn't long before she was twitching and moaning almost constantly.

"Please, don't stop! I'm so close!" I surrounded her clit with my lips and sucked on it. "Yes! Yes!" Kim almost screamed.

I let go of her legs and squeezed her breasts as I sucked harder on her clit. Her back arched more and she shuddered hard. She took a huge breath and moaned deep inside. Her juices flowed and I lapped them up as best I could. As she came on my mouth I had a thought about Mr. Watanabe in bed with Laura. I cautioned myself, 'Don't make this about them. This is about Kim. This is about us.'

I gently stroked her pussy with my tongue. She jerked with aftershocks and held my head with her hands.




The Deal Breaker



Eventually she said, "Please, fill me."

"I can't. We don't have any condoms."

"Speak for yourself. I bought three when I put the Post-it in the Mustang, just in case I got lucky. I got lucky. I want you to use them before you have to go." She leaned over, pulled the three condoms out of her nightstand and handed me one. I fumbled around and got it on. She guided me to her opening and we joined. I anticipated it being a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am and it wasn't. 

We started in the missionary prayer position and pushed together slowly. When my hair pressed against her bare skin I slowly drew back until only the tip of my cock touched her lips and then we did it again. I kept most of my weight off her by propping myself up on my elbows, while staying close enough that we could and did keep kissing.

Her legs wrapped around me at the hips. Her hands played with my chest, gently playing with the hair and tweaking my nipples. I rolled us over and let her control the action from above. She leaned forward and pressed a nipple to my mouth as she ground her puss against my pubic bone. 

She kept that up for a long time. We were mating so slowly I believed we could keep it up all night. We couldn't. We changed positions again and she moved above me so that I could watch as she lifted and sank on my cock. My view was from behind her. I watched as her lips held onto my erection as she lifted and I saw her bud swell as I pushed into her. It was too stimulating to last.

"You like watching your big cock pushing into me, don't you?"

I grunted.

"I love how it feels to have you so deep inside me! I love being so wet for you!"

My hands held her hips and helped her lift and sink on my shaft. When I could put words together I said, "You are wonderful! Thank you!"

"Nick, Nick, Nick! I love how you feel inside me!"

Kim turned around and we finished mating face to face, cock to pussy, mouth to mouth. I filled the condom and she leaked bodily fluids onto me. She pulled my shrinking cock outside her and took the condom off, dropping it in the bedside trashcan.

She held my shrinking penis in her hand as she dropped the condom in the trash. Kim surrounded the head of my penis with her mouth and cleaned all the evidence off me. I knew the odds were good it would be at least an hour before I could be inspired enough to join with her again, so I pulled her back up so we were face to face and I kissed her.

When the kiss ended she said, "No one..." I touched her lips with a finger.

"There may be a lot of those. I love eating pussy. When we're both sure we're safe for unprotected sex, I'll eat you before we join and after. You taste great."

"In the morning, I'll call and make an appointment in Madison for a complete check up."

"I'll make one as soon as I get to Chicago. I'm going to be very busy. I need to rent a place to live, get my things packed in L.A. and get to Chicago. Maybe I can sell my car in L.A. and fly to Chicago. Then I can buy something there."

Kim sat up and said, "My sister sells real estate in Chicago. Her office also does rental management. I could call her and she can get started on finding you a place. If you want help."

"Since it's almost midnight here maybe we shouldn't call her now." I said.

She plopped back down beside me and draped an arm over my chest. "Right! Let's wait until at least nine o'clock in the morning, Chicago time."

I asked, "Am I staying the night or going back to my room?"

"Stay. This is the first night here in San Diego I've liked my hotel room."

"Can I ask personal questions?"

"More personal than licking me down there?"

"What happened to your marriage?"

"We were married two years. We never had sex before we were married, met at church. On our honeymoon we went to Hawaii. In the two weeks we had sex twice. In the two years we had sex four times. It crushed me. I believed it was something I wasn't doing. I began to believe I was ugly. Then the week of our anniversary he said he was leaving me for someone else."

"A guy?" I asked.

She nodded. "He's gay. Even though my brain knows it wasn't anything I did, part of me still believes it's my fault."

"I'm not gay. I drove all over San Diego with an erection, thinking about you sitting beside me. If I was going to be here until the weekend you'd need more condoms."

"Keep telling me. It may take a while for me to begin to believe you. I want to believe you."

"I need to be in my own room by eight-thirty. They will deliver all the paperwork for me to sign between eight-thirty and nine. I ought to be there."

"You'll sign all the papers and then go back to Los Angeles?"

"Yup. I want to get there while my ex is still at work. I'll call some friends and we'll get me moved out before I even have to see her."

"No chance of a reconciliation?"

"None. When we got married I told her that sex outside our marriage was a deal breaker. She did it and that ended our marriage."

"I'll keep that in mind. Isn't that what I offered you? Sex outside your marriage?"

"Yes, and I turned you down. You weren't cheating on your husband. I wasn't cheating on my wife. Laura broke our agreement. I found out this evening, but she broke it a year ago."

"I haven't been with anyone since Ken left. When we were on the plane coming here I realized I needed someone to love me. When Ken left he left me thinking I was damaged. He left me to be with a man!"

"You were looking for a man who would love you for the week, no strings, just show you that you were desirable. How am I doing?"

"Better than I hoped for, but aren't I now the rebound relationship?"

"Want me to be?"

"No! What I want is more. When I got in the Mustang I was prepared for a fling, a one night stand or a week of fooling around. I felt more, right from the start."

"I've spent the day wondering how I could love you and reminding myself I was married. I loved how we were, as a couple, together, all day. 

Kim set the clock for seven-forty-five. She said, "We should shower before you go back to your room." We snuggled together and I shut off the bedside lamp. Lights from San Diego illuminated the room enough that I could still see. It wasn't long before I was almost gone.

"I wasn't going to come to San Diego." Kim whispered.

"I'm glad you did." I kissed the back of her neck and we went to sleep. When I woke up Kim was sitting beside me in bed, talking softly on the phone. I lifted a hand and cupped her breast, gently pinching her nipple between my thumb and first finger.

"He's awake. Ask him your questions." Kim said into the phone and handed it to me. I shifted around so I could hold the phone and her breast.

"Good Morning, Chicago." I said.

"Good Morning yourself. Kim says you need a place to live in Chicago."

"I do. I don't know much about Chicago so I'll tell you where my office is and you tell me where I should live. Ok?"

"Ok." I told her and she asked how much I was willing to spend. I told her how much I was paying in L.A. and she said, "Do you have a cell phone?"

She wrote down my number and so did Kim. She said she'd get right on the project and call me when she had something. We agreed to speak often. Then she asked, "You want one bedroom or two?"

"One will be fine as long as the place is big. Twelve hundred square feet at least, Ok?"

"I think I understand. Thank you for trusting Kim and I to take care of you."

I let that remark just sit there in the air. She stammered and said, "Thank you for trusting Kim to help you find a home."

I smiled and said, "I'd trust her with my life." 

"Please be kind. I love my sister and her divorce hurt her deeply."

"I intend to be the best man that has ever been in her life."

"Do you have a brother?" she asked.

We hung up just as the alarm went off. Kim pulled me out of bed and into the shower. We got nice and clean. I dressed and kissed her one more time before going to my room. As the door closed I saw her pick up the phone.

I walked to the other end of the hallway and entered my room. I changed clothes and packed. Ten minutes passed and I heard a knock. I opened the door and Mr. Haskin's assistant handed me a big envelope.

"Congratulations Mr. Evans. I marked all the places for you to sign in yellow. There's a company credit card for you to use for all your moving expenses. You can leave the envelope at the front desk. It's already marked to my attention." She shook my hand and was gone. 

I sat down and started signing papers.

Time passed. All the papers were signed. I called a moving company that would haul all the way to Chicago and made arrangements for them to arrive the next day at nine in the morning. I specified they needed to have me out and gone by three in the afternoon. We agreed on a price and I gave them my credit card for the deposit.

I called a friend who lived near Laura and I in L.A. When he answered I began with, "How well can I trust you?"

"Depends. You want a loan of a thousand, I'm in. You want to borrow my wife? I don't trust you that much." We both laughed.

"How about a promise to keep your mouth so shut even your wife doesn't know anything until the weekend is over?"

"Whoa! I don't keep secrets from her. Not even for you."

"Is she home?"

"Yeah, wanna talk at her?"

"Yes. If you have two phones I'd like to talk to both of you at once."

I heard him call her and then a click as he put the call on speaker. "We're both here." Mike said.

"Ok. Something has happened and I need your help. Before I say anything else I need you both to promise that you will not speak to Laura until at least Sunday."

Angela asked, "Are you having an affair?" My mind answered, 'Can a single man have an affair?'

"Nope. Answer my question, please." I said out loud.

Mike said, "I promise." I waited. Angela finally said, "Ok. I promise."

"Thanks. I have a 2008 Honda Accord. I need to sell it tomorrow. I need for you to come to our apartment tomorrow. I'm getting rid of things I no longer want or need. I'll tell you the whole story when you're at the apartment tomorrow."

"You want both of us at the apartment?" Mike asked.

"Yes. Nothing that is being disposed of belongs to Laura. Just my stuff. I want you both there so you can see why I'm leaving, ask your questions and get the answers directly."

"You're leaving her." Angela said. Her voice was flat.

"Don't come before nine in the morning. Agreed?"

"I'll bring my truck. Did you think of CarMax? They'll buy your car and give you cash the same day." Mike said.

"Thanks. I'll call them." We ended the call. I made two other calls that sounded a lot like that one. Then, as I was about to make another call someone knocked on the door. I opened the door and it was room service. He rolled a food cart inside and left. I uncovered the food and found a shrimp and crab Louie salad, two diet Cokes and a piece of chocolate mousse I didn't order.

Another knock on the door and when I opened the door Kim was standing there. She stepped inside. "You haven't eaten. Sit. We'll share."

We fed each other with kisses between bites. When lunch was eaten she kissed me again and asked if I'd be there at dinnertime. I specified an early dinner and she said she knew of a nice quiet dinner place not far away.

"Where?" I asked.

"Room 988. How's six sound?"

"I'll be there." 

"No need to dress up for dinner. I'll be nude." We kissed again and she left. She took the big envelope to the front desk for me.

I called our corporate lawyer and he already had been contacted by Mr. Haskins and had a list of lawyers for me to call. I asked, "If you were me, who would you call?" He narrowed the list to one name. I thanked him.

I called that lawyer and made arrangements to have Laura served at three Friday afternoon. He and I talked for an hour and he agreed to stop by the apartment before noon. The call to CarMax worked and I had an appointment for four in the afternoon on Friday. I looked at the bedside clock and saw that Thursday was all but gone. I made one more call, to a nice little hotel on the beach in Santa Monica. I told them I'd be there before midnight.

I was packed. I was ready.

In the elevator I realized I hadn't called Laura in a day and a half. I called her cell from mine.

Her answer was not her normal, "Hi Honey." I knew she knew who was calling, our cell phones have caller ID and she has her's programmed to ring a ring that says it's me calling. I figured she didn't know I knew about Watanabe. She answered, "Nick? Are you OK?"

"Yeah! I'm OK, just super busy. I'm sorry I didn't call yesterday. I spent most of the day with my cell in my pocket but shut off. Forgive me?"

I heard her sigh. "As long as you're OK. I have been worried. When are you coming home?"

"Saturday late afternoon. I'll probably leave San Diego at about one or two. That should have me home by four or five."

"I'd like to take you out to dinner when you get here. Ok?"

"Great! Have you been being good while I've been gone?"

"I'm busy too. I'll wear the new teddie for you Saturday. Would you like that?"

"Actually, I'd prefer you naked on Saturday. Well, I've got one more important meeting tonight, so I'll let you go."

She said, "Nick, I love you."

"Ditto." I hung up and shut off the phone. I hadn't lied. I did love her, I just couldn't stand the thought of ever being with her again. I loved her but didn't like her any more. It was five minutes until six.

The elevator ride was quiet and I was alone. I stepped out into the hallway on the ninth floor and met four company employees waiting for the elevator. They smiled at me as they got on and I got out. When the doors closed I walked down to 988 and knocked.

The door opened and Kim stood in front of me nude, except for thigh high stockings and high heel sandals. The shoes made her the same height as me: six foot one. She smiled and I felt my cock stir.

When I stepped inside I saw that dinner was already there. She helped me undress and then we kissed a few times and sat to have dinner. She said, "I want to know everything."

I told her everything. Between bites, touches and kisses dinner took a while. I wasn't complaining.

When I was done she got up and opened her closet door. Two suitcases were inside. Above them one outfit hung on a hanger. She sat on my lap and said, "I have an idea. I hope you like it. When you go to L.A. you don't plan to see your wife, do you?"

"No."

"Then how's this for an idea? I go with you. I stay at the hotel while you go take care of business at your apartment. Then we fly together to Chicago, meet my sister and see your new apartment."

The phone in Kim's room rang. She got off my lap and answered. She handed the phone to me.

Kim's sister said, "Your cell doesn't answer. I have an apartment for you to see. When can you be here?"

"We'll book a flight for Sunday. Kim will call and give you the details. Tell me about the apartment, please."

"Five blocks from your office, eighteen hundred square feet, third floor, two bedrooms, two baths. Same as what you're paying now. A one year lease."

"Sounds good. I like it already. Kim will call you tomorrow for sure. Thanks for everything, but I can't talk any more right now."

"Why not?" Carole asked.

"Because your sister is smearing chocolate frosting on her breast and aiming it at me!" I hung up. 

Kim laughed. "My sister just flooded herself!"

I put a finger into the frosting on the chocolate mousse and put it on her nipple. She stuck that nipple in my mouth. Dinner was officially over. A few minutes later I dipped my finger into the frosting again and put the dollop on her clit. Sticky stuff frosting. I'll bet I spent half an hour getting all of it off her clitoris. Part of the problem was that she kept wiggling as I licked. We used condom number two.

At nine we went to the parking garage and loaded our suitcases into my Accord. By eleven we were checked into the hotel at the beach in Santa Monica and walking down the hallway to our room.

I set the clock for eight and Kim filled out the card for room service breakfast. We were naked and in bed before midnight. We spent almost an hour in an exploration of each other's bodies and erogenous zones. We fell asleep with my face an inch from her slit and covered with her juices.

At four I woke up needing a bathroom. Problem was I was stuck to Kim's lower belly and outer pussy. When I tried to get up I woke her and she started to laugh.

"I hope you can get loose. I'd hate to have to call 9-1-1 to get you rescued from my pussy." I jerked away and we both howled. We both showered and while in the shower I let my stream go. She grabbed my dick and directed the stream.

"I've always wanted to do that." She said.

"Anytime you want. Someday we'll stop at the side of the highway and you can use my dick to water a bush."

"George or Jeb?"

"Either one." My stream ended and she shook my dick three times. I repeated what I learned in the Air Force. "If you shake it more than twice you're playing with it."

She grabbed it again and played with it long enough for it to get hard, again. We went back to bed and joined again. We were now on a new package of condoms. Kim bought them at a Quick-Mart on the drive north from San Diego. Back in the car she had shown me it was a box of twelve.

The alarm sounded too soon. Breakfast arrived while Kim was in the bathroom. We ate in the nude again and she put fresh lipstick on as I was getting dressed. Just before I buttoned my 501's she stopped me and pulled my dick out. She carefully put it in her mouth and then used her freshly coated lips to leave a kiss on my shaft. When she released me she said, "Just a reminder of what's waiting for you here. Hurry back."

I knew I wanted to get back as soon as I could, even before she put a ring of lipstick around my dick. When I got to the apartment I went directly to the office. I did the paperwork to transfer the lease to Laura only from us both. I paid the next month's rent.

I saw the moving van park in front of the building. I opened the front door and propped it open. I walked through the apartment. Believing I wouldn't be back until Saturday, she hadn't cleaned up. I found two condoms in the bedroom trash and the laundry hamper smelled of sweat and sex. The sheets on the bed needed a trip to the washer as well.

The movers arrived and gave me a roll of small yellow stickers. I tagged everything that was to go. The furniture I brought with me into the marriage got stickers, except the bed. She could have it. The dining room table, the TV, all the CD's, my clothes, my computer and printer, sports equipment and my bicycle went. As they worked I explained the situation to my friends and gave them my stereo, weight set, three paintings, the coffee table and a rug. They promised to stay in touch and to keep tabs on Laura.

By noon we were done. The apartment looked barren. I cleaned up so it wasn't a mess. I even vacuumed. When I went in our bathroom to take a leak I saw the lipstick on my penis and smiled. What a romantic reminder of what was waiting for me at the hotel. At the kitchen table I put an eight cup Pyrex measuring cup in the center. I stuffed the pale green teddie I'd given her just last Christmas into the measuring cup and filled the cup with bleach. By the time she got home the teddie would be history, just like us. I sat at the table and wrote her a note.

"Laura- Before we got married I told you that sex with anyone else was a deal breaker. You now know I meant it. I apologize for being so trusting that you could screw around for a year before I found out. I left everything that was yours. I paid the rent until the end of next month. If you contest anything about the settlement I will send pictures to everyone you know. Think about what pictures I might have. By the time you read this I will no longer live in L.A. Nick."




The Deal Breaker



The kitchen clock read 3:00pm. I turned my key in at the office and as I walked to the car my phone rang.

It was Laura. "What the hell is this?"

"I think it's called a divorce."

"But, for no reason? Wait! You've got another woman!"

"You've been screwing around. That's a deal breaker. I have witnesses and photographs. Do not insult me by denying it. The instant another man fucked you we were done. We haven't been married for over a year."

"It didn't mean anything. It was just sex! It's you I love!"

"I still love the you I married. That woman wouldn't have done what you did. You did, so you must not be her. You must have believed I was too stupid to ever find out. You must have believed that if I did find out I'd forgive you and you could do it again. Wrong!" I hung up. I noticed I was Ok that she was getting what she deserved. I wasn't angry, just hurt and disappointed.

I drove to the hotel. Kim and I went to CarMax and an hour later I had a check and a rental car. I had forgotten to shut off my cell phone. At five-thirty we were parking at a restaurant near our hotel and it rang.

Kim asked, "Do you trust me?"

I handed her the phone. She answered, "Nick Evans office. May I help you?"

She held the phone close to both our ears and I heard Laura, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Mr. Evans relocation coordinator. It's my job to assist him in his relocation. May I tell him who called?"

"This is his wife."

"That's not possible. Mr. Evans is not married. If he were married his spouse would be part of the move."

We heard her sob. Kim waited a few seconds and asked, "Is there a message you would like me to relay to Mr. Evans?"

"Tell him I love him and I want him back."

"I will relay the message as soon as possible. Thank you for calling." She hit the end button and slipped the phone into my shirt pocket.

Kim looked into my face and asked, "Did I behave appropriately?"

"Perfectly. Thank you."

"You do still love her." It was a statement of fact, not a question.

I nodded. "I left her a note that said I loved the her I married. I don't like her now, but you're right, I do still love the woman I married."

We were seated by a window and watched the waves and the seagulls for a few moments before reading the menu. After our orders were placed Kim said, "I like how you said that. You still love the woman you married, but the woman she is now you don't even like. I could say that same sentence with a gender change and it would be true."

Our drinks arrived and I made a toast, "Here's to loving and liking each other for the rest of our lives." Our glasses of diet Coke clinked together and we drank.

By nine we were back in our room. Kim asked, "Have you called everyone you needed to call?"

I thought about her question and picked up the phone. First I called the three friends who had taken things from the apartment. All three had received calls from Laura. John's wife told me about answering the call and letting Laura go on for a few minutes with her story. She gave me the highlights. Laura told her I had been screwing around at the conference for years and now I was running off with a secretary with big tits. When she ran down John's wife said, "I saw the pictures of you screwing someone besides Nick. Your story doesn't fly. Nick didn't cheat. You did!" 

I called Laura's mom. She answered with, "Ok. I've heard her story. Tell me yours." I told her the short version.

"Send me the pictures."

"I've filed for divorce. If she does anything except sign the papers, you'll get the pictures and so will lots of other people. Until then, I'll hang on to them."

I called my parents in Idaho. My Dad answered and said, "Laura called almost hysterical. What happened?" I told him.

"Ok. I'll get the phone company to block calls from her. Are you Ok?"

"Yes. I'm moving to Chicago and as soon as I have an address and phone number I'll get them to you. Tell Mom I love her and while you're at it remind yourself that I love you, too."

"Ok, I'll tell her."

I called Laura's sister and thanked her for being so honest. She said Laura had called her six times and left messages. I told her to call back and tell her there had been a problem with her cell phone.

"Yeah, there was. I kept getting calls from a slut in the marina."

When I hung up from that call Kim was under the covers watching me.

"What?" I asked.

"You never were nasty. Hurt yes, but no venom. Someday Laura will realize what she screwed wasn't the neighbor, it was herself."

We were in no hurry. While I was at the apartment Kim had booked us into O'Hare on Sunday. We needed to be at LAX at 9:30am for an 11:00 flight. We had business class seats. As we snuggled under the covers we talked.

"I want to know everything about you." She said.

"Ask. I'll answer any question you ask."

"Do you really like eating pussy?"

"Yes! If you're willing I'll eat you every time were together for a year. Then you'll know how much I love eating pussy and you."

"You can say you love eating pussy. You can't say you love me."

"You ever had Baked Alaska?"

"No."

"I once went to a special restaurant in San Francisco called the Cliff House. The person who took me ordered Baked Alaska. I'd never had it before and never seen it before. One bite and I said, "I love this!" If I can love Baked Alaska after one bite, why can't I love you after two days and lots of nibbles?"

"There's more to me that the parts you nibble on."

I kissed both her breasts and said, "Yes, and I've decided I love you. You don't have to do anything for me to love you. As we get to know each other better I'll be making a list of all the reasons why loving you is a good idea."

"I'm starting to think you're a little crazy."

"Sanity is overrated."

"What do you want from me, if we're going to have a relationship?"

"I want you to treat me as if I'm the man you'll love for the rest of your life. I want you to let me treat you like you're the woman I plan to love for every day and night for the rest of my life. I want you to communicate with me. When I do something you like, tell me, show me. When I screw up, tell me, work with me to improve."

"Deal!" Kim said, punctuated with kisses.

"Tell me things you like and things you don't."

"Ok. I don't like redheads who wear red. I love teal and dark greens. I love thigh high stockings and don't want you to wear pantyhose. I like lots of different kinds of music, but most hip-hop and rap make me want to puke. I was raised on a farm and love overalls, Levis, denim skirts and western clothes. I like driving fast, singing along with the radio or CD's, and the look of a woman who has her nipples pushing against her clothes so I can see them."

"I've spent most of my life hiding my big nipples."

"You can stop. Oh, maybe you can keep hiding them when you're at work, if they are a distraction to you, but around me, be proud. I love how they look and feel."

"What about foods?" Kim asked. I felt like she was somehow taking notes.

"I spent years living in the Far East. I like Chinese food but I'm picky. Most Cantonese foods I don't like. Hunan, Szechuan and Mandarin I like a lot. Cajun food I love. Ocean fish, but not fish like trout, too many tiny bones. Mexican, Tex-Mex and Italian I love. If I never have sushi again it will be Ok with me. In the summer I love bar-b-que, cole slaw and potato salad. I love cooking for people. In the winter, I love making stews, soups and chili."

"Where did you live in the Far East?"

"Taiwan, Japan, Okinawa, the Philippines and Guam."

"Why?"

"I worked for the government and I was studying what was going on there."

"Other than driving around San Diego and eating me, what do you like to do for fun?"

"I like riding a bicycle, being near water, travel, boating..." I hesitated.

"What's that one? The one you can't decide to tell me."

"I like being naked."

"I've noticed."

"I don't mean just the two of us naked in the bedroom. I mean there are resorts and beaches where we can go and enjoy being out in the sunshine skyclad."

"Skyclad?"

"Naked, nude, not hiding anything, wearing our one button suits."

"One button suits? Huh?"

"One button. The belly button." We laughed. "Now, I want the same questions answered about you. Do you like oral sex?"

"I don't know. My husband didn't like it with me. I only did it once and he didn't cum."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want to know every day that you love me. I want to feel taken care of. If something needs fixing it says I love you when you fix it. I'd like phone calls just to say you were thinking about me. I'd love presents for no reason except saying you love me. I want long talks about everything."

"Tell me the things you like and don't like."

"I hate it when a man wears a shirt and tie the same color. I like it when a man looks comfortable in jeans and boots. I hate pantyhose! I don't like nylon socks on a man. I don't like any part of a man pierced or tattooed. I like bluegrass music, soft jazz and ballads. I don't like loser songs or hip-hot. I want PDA's. Every time I see couples in public showing affection I get wet with longing."

"It felt incredibly good when you hooked my arm yesterday."

"I was wet most of the day. I was worried that my grapes were showing and at the same time I wanted you to see that I was excited."

"Food?"

"I'm not as experienced as you are about foods. I like Chinese, Mexican, Italian, and Greek foods. I like bar-b-que but I limit how much of it I'll eat. I've never liked sushi or trout, but I love salmon and swordfish. I love soups, stews and crock pot meals in the winter.

"Where have you lived?"

"I was born in Chicago, went to college in Madison and stayed. This week was my first trip to California. I hadn't thought about bringing a souvenir home, but I seemed to have changed my mind about that."

"Would you like to travel?"

"Yes, but not alone. If I would have had to fly to San Diego by myself, I wouldn't have gone." She hesitated and said, "Oh my God! I know it's late but I have to call." Her sat beside me in the bed and used my cell to call. As she punched numbers she said, "I flew out with Francine Walker. She needs to know I won't be going back with her."

I heard the buzz of the phone in San Diego ringing. Kim said, "Francine? I'm sorry to call you so late, but I won't be flying back with you."

I reached up and pressed the speaker button so I could listen. Francine said, "I looked for you all over today and then the hotel people told me you checked out."

"I did. I'm Ok. Anything exciting happen at the conference today?"

"Did you hear about Mr. Gayley in Chicago?"

"No."

"He no longer works for us. Mr. Haskins found out that he was embezzling funds and he was let go. Mr. Evans from the Los Angeles office is taking over that position."

"Mr. Evans? Do you know him?"

"No, but the word floating around is that he asked for the move. The folks from L.A. think he's a good guy. They acted sad that he was going."

"Any other news?"

"Nope. Why are you gone?"

"Let's just say I've got a special assignment that has me working at helping the company get better. I'll tell you more next week, Ok?"

"You better! Ok, I'll see you in the office." She hung up.

I said, "Lean back, please." She leaned back and when her back was flat on the bed her legs bent at the knees and her feet were on the floor. I kissed her face from the same strange angle that Spiderman kissed M.J. in the rain. We both giggled for a second and then I kissed her chin and she realized where this was leading. As I hovered above her, kissing my way down her center line she was kissing my neck, chest and then belly. One of the joys of loving a tall woman is that as my face was over her pussy her mouth opened and her hands helped my cock slide in between her lips. I remembered she had told me she had never given oral sex before.

I back away from her wet lips and said, "Suck a little, play with the shift with your tongue."

"Suck a little" became an ad for Hoover vacuum cleaners. She wasn't practiced but her enthusiasm compensated well. I kept licking her insides and her hips gave me feedback along with her moans and twitches.

When I was close I told her. She sucked harder. She held my hips in her hands and swallowed as much of me and she could as I shot load after load into her face. She kept running her tongue around my shaft as she sucked and when I was done she held me in her mouth as I began to shrink.

I lifted my hips a little and resumed eating her.

"Thank you, Nick. I liked it. Oh, Right there! Don't stop!" I didn't and seconds later I was rewarded. I kept eating and helped her cum again. She shifted and said, "Just hold me. I need to be held."

I rolled off her and turned so we were face to face, then I rolled her on top of me and we kissed. She pulled the covers up over us. She had aftershocks for a minute or two. Between aftershocks we kissed.

We did sleep. When I woke up she was beside me with her head on my shoulder. Her arm was draped over my chest and her leg was over mine. Laura had slept a few times with me like that, and then complained all day that her neck hurt. I wondered how Kim would be.

As soon as she woke up she reached down and found my cock. She turned her head and looked. Her hand slowly stroked me.

"Good morning." I said, softly. Her head turned and she smiled.

"Parts of you have been up for a while."

"Did you order room service last night?" I asked.

"No. I kind of hoped we'd go out for breakfast. The news last night said it would be sunny today here and sixty-four degrees. It's thirty-eight degrees in Chicago."

"I want to join with you this morning. You Ok with that?"

"Join?"

"Fucking is something animals do. Screwing is what Laura and Mr. Watanabe did. Joining is a way for people to say I love you with their bodies, joined together."

"I would be happy to join with you. We've only known each other a few days and this joining will outnumber the number of fucks my husband and I had in our whole marriage."

"And, just out of curiosity, how many orgasms did you have in your marriage?"

"Remember when you ate me the first time? That was the first orgasm of my life given to me by a man."

"Never?"

"Never. When you did it to me, I knew you wouldn't let me die."

I had moved between her legs and used my fingers to open her lips and touch her pinkness. She moaned. "Open wider." I said.

She spread her legs until they were a straight line with my hands at the middle. I leaned in and tasted her.

"Oh! Honey! I can't believe I waited until my thirties to find you."

I lifted my face and said, "Thirties! That's too old!"

She sat all the way up, a look of panic on her face.

"Relax. It's not too old for me." My face went back into her puss. She dropped back onto the bed. My hands moved from her lips to her breasts, rubbing her breasts and then pinching her nipples. In moments she arched and came. A pillow muffled her scream.

As she calmed she pulled me up and into her. Slow and steady we joined. We kissed and I sucked her breasts as I moved in and out of her. All the way in and all the way out.

After a few minutes I helped her move onto her knees, head down and I said, "The jokes and the sex books call this doggy style."

I pushed into her and she lifted her head and barked! Each time I pushed in she barked again. She barked and began to laugh. Her laughing changed the pressure she was putting on my cock. I barked and pushed in. She barked and I said, "We have to change positions. This room doesn't allow dogs."

"Don't cum in the condom. I want to taste it again."

I flipped her onto her back and we resumed joining, without the sound effects. We still made noises, but they were quieter and sounded very wet. I made sure I bumped her clit whenever possible. Each time I did she yelped and pushed back against me.

I felt the pressure rise and knew it would be mere seconds until I gave her my all. I said, "Legs down, Please." As I pulled out and grabbed the condom off. My legs straddled her chest, pushing her tits up and together as I pushed my cock into her mouth.

She moaned as she began sucking and a few seconds later her mouth was full. She swirled my cum around in her mouth and swallowed. She sucked and licked me long enough I believed she got everything I had to offer.

Her hands guided me beside her and we kissed. I was quite relaxed and ready for another nap. She acted like I had given her batteries a new charge. She wanted to get up and into our travel day.

Naturally, we got up. Since Thursday we had showered four times together. I loved it more each time.

We had breakfast in Marina del Rey watching the sail boats and power boats moving in and mostly out of the marina. We sat where the sunshine hit us. Kim wore another pullover and I noticed her nipples showed well. As we finished up and walked back to the rental car I said, "Thank you."

She held my arm and pressed her breast against my upper arm. She asked, "For what?"

"For having such magnificent breasts and showing the nipples to me. Want a longer list? I can easily give you twenty reasons why I say Thank you."

"Twenty? I think my self-esteem would like to hear your list."

As I drove I counted them off. "One, your breasts are magnificent. Two, you have the most exciting nipples I've ever seen, touched, sucked or kissed. Three, when you hold my arm it feels so good I get hard. Four, your lips are warm and soft against mine. Five, I feel like a better man when you look at me. Six, thank you for taking a risk writing a Post-it. Seven, thank you for hiding a VISA card in your bra. Eight, Thank you for deciding I was worth the risk, twice. Ten, Thank you for letting me be the first man to nibble your pussy. Eleven, thank you for being such a willing lover. Twelve, thank you for telling your sister about me and thirteen, getting her to help me relocate. Fourteen, Thank you for having the most welcoming body ever. Fifteen, thank you for liking so many things I like. Sixteen, thanks for leaving me a few challenges. Seventeen, thank you for swallowing. Eighteen, Thank you for wanting to fly with me to Chicago. Nineteen, thank you for calling me Honey for the first time today. Twenty, Thank you for the respect I feel from you."

When I was done I looked at Kim. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She still held my arm. We were still ten minutes from the rental turn in lot. She didn't say anything. We turned in the car, got our luggage on the bus and rode in silence to terminal five.

I checked our bags at the curb and we waited in line to get through security. Kim didn't have a purse. She had a small carry-on bag and when she went through security the lady asked her, "Do you have anything on your person you think may set off the alarms?" Kim got a strange look on her face and said, "A VISA card and my driver's license?"

The woman looked her over and said, "Where?"

Kim said, "In my bra." They took her to a side room and made her show them the cards were the only thing she was carrying in there. While I waited I wondered if I'd left a hickie on her.

She rejoined me after ten minutes. She didn't meet my eyes as she approached. I had our carry-on bags and she hooked my arm and we walked away. Twenty or so steps later she said, "You gave me a hickie!"

"Is that a complaint?"

"I was embarrassed when the woman saw it and asked how I got it."

"What did you say?"

"I said you did it in the heat of the moment. The woman laughed and said she hoped her husband would give her one."

"Is that why it took ten minutes for your check?"

"No, I think it was when I volunteered to have you give her one to show her husband, as an incentive."





The Deal Breaker



"You what?"

"I volunteered you to give her a hickie!"

"Oh my God!"

"She turned me down. Said it would start something she didn't want started."

"Do me a favor and don't volunteer me for such things in the future."

"Would it be Ok if I was there and watched? That wouldn't be cheating."

"Would you want to watch a strange woman sucking on me?"

She was quiet all the way to our gate. We sat down and she said, "No. I think I'd cry for a week."

"That's a deal breaker."

"I understand, now. I'm so constantly turned on around you I've got to think more with my head... instead of my pussy." An older woman sitting across from us looked up at the word pussy. Kim smiled at her and then looked at me.

I got a notebook out of my carry-on and asked, "Where should I look for furniture?" She called her sister and asked the question. Her sister asked how long I had before I started work. I said, "It's Sunday. One week from tomorrow." Kim put the speaker on and we huddled over the phone. Carole asked, "What kinds of things do you like?"

"Comfortable. I hate couches that are nice to sit on but you need a crane to get out of. I don't want stuff that looks like it should have doilies on it, or ruffles. I want a queen sized bed. In a king-sized Kim will be too far away."

"I think I have the picture. Kim knows where all the incidentals can be found, like pots and pans, dishes, curtains, rugs and linens. I can give you some time this week and we can hit the places that lease couches, chairs, tables and the like or do you want to buy?"

"Let's look at the apartment first." I said.

Kim asked, "Would Uncle Bart like the apartment?"

Carole answered, "That's who I thought of when I saw it!"

"Bring the papers. Nick will love it."

"You've got it bad, don't you?" Carole asked.

"Remember that old movie with Cher? I've got it that bad."

"Moonstruck?"

"That bad!"

"Too bad! I'm jealous."

The announcement came for our flight. When we got to the gate the woman read Kim's name and then looked her over. I was standing behind her. She looked me over and then asked Kim, "Him?"

Kim blushed and nodded. I handed the woman my boarding pass and she smiled at me. I said, "The offer is no longer available. Sorry." I took the pass from her hand and left her standing there with her mouth open.

Four flying hours plus two time change hours and we landed at O'Hare. It was dark and there was snow on the ground. I turned on my cell phone. Five minutes later it rang. I expected it was our ride, Carole so I didn't even look at the ID window. It was Laura.

"It's Nick." I said.

"I almost expected your relocation assistant." 

"Nope. This time you got me... Laura." When I said her name Kim looked up in surprise.

"Can't this be fixed?"

"Willing to give up your job, move to Fargo, North Dakota and be a housewife?"

"Fargo? It snows there!"

"Snow on the ground seven months a year."

"You can come back here. I can make it up to you."

"How? How can you erase the picture in my mind of you wearing the green teddie I bought you while you were having him inside you?"

She sobbed. I waited. Finally she said, "When the papers come I'll sign them." The announcement came in the plane, "Welcome to Chicago..." Laura said, "I thought you said Fargo."

"Look on the internet. See how many non-stops there are to Fargo."

"Can we stay in contact?"

"I'll call you as soon as I think of you without the pictures." I hit the button. As I started to put it in my pocket it rang. That time I looked and handed the phone to Kim. She and her sister talked and then we got off the plane.

We walked as a group towards baggage claim. A woman walked near us and said, "Divorces can be so painful."

I looked at her and said, "Sometimes someone deserves some pain. I got out the day I found out she cheated."

"I suppose you're going to tell me this is your daughter?"

"No. We work for the same company and she's my relocation coordinator. She managed getting me packed and moved to Chicago in one weekend. Pretty amazing woman."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Accepted." My phone rang again. Kim had it in her hand, she looked at the screen and answered. "Mr. Evans office."

A minute later she hung up. "Our driver is waiting outside baggage claim. She's in a silver mini-van." I nodded.

The lady went her own way when we got to baggage claim. I got our bags and Kim managed the carry-ons. When I saw the driver of the mini-van I blinked more than once. Kim never said she had a twin! The got the bags in the back and both Kim and I on the bench seat behind Carole.

As she pulled out into traffic she said, "You should have seen his face! You didn't warn him."

"He likes surprises. I know because I'm one."

I'd never been to Chicago so as we drove they pointed out sights for me to see. I tried to pay attention. I'm glad they didn't give a quiz. I would have failed.

Our first stop was the apartment building where I would be living. Two elevators, double front doors, a doorman. A good first impression. As we walked from the elevator to the door I noticed there were six apartments on the third floor. Carole was in real estate mode. She told me about the neighbors to either side and above me. She told me about the building, the heat, the air conditioning and then she opened the door. If you've ever seen the movie "Big" with Tom Hanks you'll remember the huge open apartment he had. My first look into this empty apartment had me looking for the trampoline, the pinball machine and the bunk beds. I loved it!

In the kitchen was a counter. I said, "Spread the papers on the counter. I'll sign. Can we get furniture tomorrow?"

Carole and Kim answered as twins, "Yes." Carole asked, "Buying or leasing?"

"Can I lease for three months and then either buy that stuff or give it back?"

"Either way." 

I took the tour again and then asked, "Where do we sleep tonight? There's nothing here."

"My place. I have a two bedroom place about two miles from here." I signed the papers and Carole handed me the keys. There were six. Three for the front door to the building and three for the front door of the apartment. I broke them into three sets. I gave a set to Kim, at least they had different clothes on. I looked at Kim who was looking at the keys in her hand.

"Kim, does Carole get a set?"

"That's up to me?" Kim asked.

"You get a say. There are pros and cons. The pro I see is if she has a key she can help furnish the place without me being here."

"The con?" Carole asked.

I smiled and said, "I'll have to keep putting hickies on Kim so I can tell you apart."

Kim hit me and laughed. Carole blushed and asked, "Does she have one now?"

We all laughed as Kim told the story of airport security. Carole took the papers and we locked up. Half an hour later we entered Carole's place. A second floor condo, nicely furnished and obviously the home of a single woman. Not frilly, no doilies, but nothing saying a man spent a lot of time there.

We were shown into the other bedroom. Kim said, "It feels strange. Even when I was married he wouldn't spend the night here."

I said, "Good. Then you've never been in this bed with any other man than me?"

"Nope. Just you."

We undressed and went together into the bathroom. I turned on the shower. Kim asked, "Need to go?"

"I can go in there," I said as I pointed to the shower.

"Oh good. I can water a Bush."

"Which one tonight?"

"43." We got in and she directed the stream. I said, "Don't you need to go?"

She nodded. I said, "So go. Laura Bush won't mind." She closed her eyes and let her stream go. I watched. When the stream stopped I grabbed soap and a wash cloth and got her very clean. She returned the favor. We dried each other and got into bed clean. I held her for a moment and then bent to her breast.

Kim whispered, "I don't need a new hickie."

"Maybe not, but I've spent the day being tantalized by your beautiful breasts and nipples. I want to spend some time adoring them."

She opened her arms as she uncovered her chest. I was lost for a while adoring her. She moaned a few times and I felt her hips lift in an unconscious response to what I was doing.

I stopped. I moved up and kissed her mouth.

"How am I going to go to Madison knowing I'd rather be here with you?"

"The time apart will have us treasure the time together."

"I doubt it."

We slept without moving. I woke up facing her, just as I had when my eyes closed.

Her eyes opened and she whispered, "Good! I was afraid I wake up and you'd have been a dream." 

"I think this is real. Can we join or will that make you uncomfortable with your sister so close by?"

"We can wait until we're at your new place. Ok?"

"Yeah.

We got up and got dressed. I put on the warmest clothes I owned. Even without going out I knew they weren't warm enough. When we walked into the kitchen Carole looked at me and said, "We're buying clothes this morning, otherwise this California man will die by lunch."

At nine o'clock I called Kim's supervisor in Madison. When she came on the line I could tell she knew about the transfer and knew she didn't work for me.

I said, "The only person at the conference I knew from this area was a woman I met in the hotel parking lot. I bribed her into helping me get moved. As luck would have it her sister helped me find an apartment just five blocks from my new office. If it's all right with you I'd like to have her help me get furniture and things to get started here. I'll loan you someone at a later date for a few days, if you'd like."

"It's Kim isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Can she be here by Thursday?"

"Yes. So, it's Ok if I keep her in Chicago until then?"

"Mr. Evans, Kim is a beautiful woman who was badly hurt not too long ago. I really want her back. I don't want her back in tears again."

"I know the story. I'll do my best not to cause anything but happy tears. Thank you." The call ended.

"You have to be at work on Thursday." I got a big kiss and breakfast. Kim wore brown and Carole wore gray. Kim gave me the kiss.

By eleven we had spent a thousand dollars on clothes and seven hundred on furniture leasing. We ate a good lunch and bought a bed. We stopped on North State Street at a Bed, Bath and Beyond. I dropped sixteen hundred in there. I had enthusiastic help. Carole's minivan was full when we left. We unloaded at the apartment and the ladies left me to go grocery shopping. An hour after they left the delivery of the bed came. Two guys hauled it in and asked, "Where?"

I pointed to a spot I liked. The older guy asked, "You got a woman?" I nodded. They put the bed in a different spot. The older guy said, "I've been delivering beds for twenty-three years. If you want her to sleep in the bed, leave it right where it is."

I found sheets and a mattress cover and put them on the bed. I was looking for blankets and pillows when they came back. They found me making the bed. Carole said, "His Momma trained him well. He knows how to make a bed."

Kim said, "I'm guessing it wasn't his Mom that taught him, it was his Uncle." I smiled. She was right. My Uncle Sam taught me and made sure I learned it.

They put away the groceries and then helped stash things as best we could without furniture. Standing next to Kim in the kitchen I asked, "Can you cook?"

Kim said, "Mom always liked Carole's cooking better than mine, but Dad liked mine better." Carole nodded.

"The stuff we leased will be here tomorrow. The stuff we shipped will be here on Thursday. Carole, if we may stay with you one more night, I'd really appreciate it."

"Of course! The question is, what do we want to do about dinner?"

"Eat! Take us to a nice, well lit restaurant with good food. I'll buy." I said.

"No, we'll buy. You've spent enough for a Monday." Carole said. We closed up and left. Dinner was wonderful. We ate, laughed and told stories. Kim and Carole were so alike I kept having to remind myself which one I was with.

Back at Carole's we hugged her good-night and went to the other bedroom. As we undressed Kim whispered, "She doesn't get a key yet." I nodded and she kissed me.

When we got into bed she snuggled against me and whispered some more. "I love her and I trust her but this is different. I know she's prettier than me and avoiding temptation is easier than resisting."

As I rolled up on top of her, her legs opened for me. I got very close to her ear and said, "She's not prettier than you. I made you a promise. I won't break my promise, no matter where she keeps her VISA card."

"OK." We kissed a few times and went to sleep. Carole got us to the apartment by nine-thirty. The delivery was at ten-fifty. Only fifteen minutes late. Carole left us there and went to work for part of the day. When Kim watched through the window and saw the silver mini-van drive away she turned and asked, "Wanna see how good the bed is?" I looked around. Three sides of the room where the bed was were windows from knee high to the ceiling ten feet up. We hadn't bought curtain rods so we couldn't cover the windows yet.

"It's wide open!" I said. 

"Leave the lights off. It's snowing. Look at the apartments across the street. Can you see in?" I couldn't. Kim sat on the bed and took off her boots, then her pants. She looked up at me and asked, "You want my help?"

I started undressing. When I was nude I noticed the door wasn't locked. I locked it. I found Kim inside the covers, looking ever so nice surrounded by forest green sheets and blankets.

I got under the covers and for the next two hours we joined, nibbled and joined again. While we were at Bed, Bath and Beyond I'd bought condoms. We discovered I needed a trashcan near the bed. I hoped I'd shipped one.

The second time Kim got me hard she asked if we could try something. I asked what she had in mind.

"Carole tells me she loves it when a man stands behind her, bends her over and enters her from behind. Can we do that?"

I helped her out of the bed, had her put her hands on the sheet and I got behind her. I had her spread her legs just a bit to make the alignment perfect, then I stepped close and guide my shaft into her.

"It doesn't feel like you." I stroked two more times.

"Carole's right this feels incredible!"

Every few strokes I had her move her feet and feel the difference inside her vagina. When she had moaned a few times and told me how good it felt I pulled all the way out and rubbed her wetness all over her back door.

"Oh! Maybe this is what Carole really meant. Maybe what she loves is having a man in her butt!"

I was back inside her vagina when I asked, "You want to try it?"

"Yes! I want to feel you inside my butt!"

"When you feel me touch you there, take a deep breath. When you feel me push, let it out and relax."

I pushed and she followed instructions perfectly. I went very slowly and carefully. She kept telling me it only hurt for a second and then she really liked how it felt.

My hand held her hips and I watched my cock slide into her ass. Such an erotic sight. She said, "Faster, please."

My hands drew her hips back to me and I leaned forward into her.

"Harder, please," she whispered. Our bodies slapped together and I said, "I'm going to cum!"

"Oh, Nick! Fill my butt!" She wasn't whispering. She yelled! I bellowed and felt my stuff fill the condom. When I pulled out Kim ran to the bathroom and came back with toilet paper. She cleaned us up and then we showered. When we came out of the shower we remade the bed still naked.

I took her in my arms and asked, "You Ok with what we did?"

We heard a knock at the door. We scrambled into clothes and Kim answered the door. Carole came in and handed Kim an air freshener. Kim looked at it and burst into laughter. She sprayed it all around the apartment. Carole went into the kitchen and found a paper bag from the market. She folded the top inch of the bag so it would sit open on the floor and we watched as she carried it to the side of the bed, bent over, picked up the used condom and dropped it in the bag. As we all laughed she sat the bag next to the bed.

"Was I gone long enough?" She asked.

"Yes." Kim answered.

"Ready to go to my place?"

We nodded. I put on the heavy coat I'd bought and we locked up. In the elevator Kim looked at me and said, "The answer to you question is yes. I'm fine."

The weather report told us the weather between Chicago and Madison would be clear in Thursday. Kim's car had been left at Carole's house so we made sure it was gassed and ready for the trip. I made sure I had her home address, phone numbers for work, home and cell and a promise to call if anything happened.

She left Carole's at five in the morning. She called us three hours later from her apartment. At eight-fifty she called from work. An hour later I was at the apartment and my stuff was delivered. I found my toolbox and began putting my new home together. I went down and spoke to the doorman. He knew someone who could help me. Within an hour he had measured all the windows and left to get rods and hardware. He returned with everything we needed and a ladder.

By three we had curtains up, the stereo on, the furniture arranged and he left, a hundred dollars richer. I kept his card. I made a sandwich and my phone rang. The caller ID said, "Haskins" I answered.

"Are you in Chicago?" He asked.

"Yes. Found a place and I'm 90% moved in."

"I'm sure Kim was a big help." He knew about Kim.

"She certainly was."

"Nick, nothing said in this call will ever be repeated. I want honest answers. Ok?"

"Yes."

"Were you seeing Kim before the conference?"

"No. Never heard of her until we met in the parking lot."

"Do you want me to offer her a transfer to Chicago?"

"When?"

"I like you. If I do it too soon everyone will assume she fucked her way to Chicago. How about in three months?"

"Can it really look like she earned it?"

"She's already earned it. It was offered last November. She turned it down."

"Alice knows it was offered?"

"She suggested Kim for the position."

"Then offer it again. If the position is still open sweeten the pot and offer it again. Like you said, we haven't talked."

He thanked me and the called ended.

Ten minutes later Carole called. "How's your place?" 

"Comfortable. Wanna come see?"

"I do and no."

"Explain that please."

"Kim will be back on Saturday morning. She'll drop by and pick me up and we'll come over together."

"Is this something about trust?"

"Nope. We need to talk to you together. Saturday. She'll be here for lunch."

"I'll make lunch. What would you like?"

"A stew or soup and fresh bread. Something like that."

"I'll make a stew in my crock pot."

She left me alone until Saturday morning. Friday I talked to Kim twice. She was really busy at work. In the morning her call was about how word had come down that Mr. Haskins was coming that day and he was going to interview some people. In the afternoon she called and opened the call with, "How well do you know Mr. Haskins?"

"Met him at the convention three years ago and talked to him last week in San Diego. Why?"

"He offered me a transfer to Chicago, retail division. He made the same offer three months ago and I turned him down. He's offering more money now. Did you have anything to do with this?"

"Hiring and firing outside my division would be a conversation that would be unethical. He must have thought you were worth it three months ago and worth it now. Did you accept?"

"I told him I need until Monday to give him an answer."

"How can I help?"

"Make a good stew, have your place warm and kiss me when we arrive."

"I'll start the stew before dinner. You like sourdough bread?"

"Yes!"

"Kim, I love you."

"I know. I'm so scared I can't stop shaking."




The Deal Breaker



"Whatever this is about, we'll work it out."

"Write that on the wall. Sign it. We'll see you in the morning."

She hung up. I set up my computer and discovered a wireless network in the building. I found out how to get my email and when I opened it I found twenty emails from friends in L.A.. Their story was that Laura was telling people she tossed me out. When confronted with people saying they knew about the pictures she said they were faked. Three of the emails said they had seen her at dinner with different men.

The email from my lawyer said she had bitched about being blindsided and how I had run off without so much as a Good-Bye kiss. She had signed the papers. They had been filed and our divorce would be final in the first week of August.

I checked the weather. I started the stew. I made the sign and hung it on the kitchen wall. I watched TV for a while and stood in a dark apartment looking out at a light snow falling in front of me. There was something Kim and Carole both knew and didn't want me to know, but knew they had to tell me. In the back of my mind I believed it had something to do with sex. Was it a deal breaker? I prayed to the universe that it wasn't.

I spent a restless night. Chicago noises weren't L.A, noises. I worried about Kim driving in bed weather. As the sun came up I made coffee, then didn't drink it. I was already wired, coffee would just make it worse.

At eight-thirty I called Kim's cell.

"Good morning, Kim. Where are you?"

"I left before dawn. I'm almost to Carole's." 

"Don't wait until noon. Pick her up and come now. Ok?"

"I'll talk it over with her. We'll call you when we leave her place."

"I made the sign and put it on the wall."

"Really?"

"Really. I love you."

"Say it again, please."

"Kim, I love you."

"I love you too." We hung up. It was eight forty-five. 

An hour passed very slowly. My phone rang again. The ID said it was my Dad.

"Morning Dad."

"Tell me about your life, son."

"My divorce will be final the first week of August. I've got a nice place near work to live in and I think I'm gonna like Chicago."

"We aren't coming to visit until the snow is gone. Maybe you can send your mother some pictures?"

"Ok, but she has to promise not to show them to you."

"She'd probably promise." I laughed. They hadn't kept anything from each other in over forty years.

When our call ended the phone rang immediately. It was Kim.

"You were on the phone." She said.

"My Dad called. Wants me to send pictures to my Mom."

"We're ten minutes from your place."

"Ok, I'll get dressed."

"Good idea." She hung up. She sounded more stressed than I had ever heard her.

I pulled on my favorite Levis 501's and a sweatshirt. I brewed a fresh pot of coffee and put the bread in the oven. I sat in my recliner and watched the clock.

They weren't ten minutes away when they called. They were eight. I heard the elevator so I got up and opened the door. I saw two identical women walking towards me. Both wore gray sweats. The first one kissed me and I felt my dick jump. The second on e kissed me and I tried to convince myself I could tell them apart.

I couldn't.

They took the five cent tour and sat together on the couch. I sat in my chair. "You want to talk or eat?" I asked. They looked at each other. One spoke.

"All twins aren't the same. Did you know that?"

"Sure. There's identical and there's the other kind."

"There's another more rare kind. We're that kind."

The other one spoke, "You remember the first time you joined with me?"

"Of course."

"You ate me first and then gently joined with me until I almost passed out from joy."

"I remember."

She said, "I was here in Chicago. You woke me out of a sound sleep and I flooded the bed."

The other one spoke. "Every time either of us has sex the other one feels the same thing we do. Carole waited downstairs until she calmed down after you joined with me. Her butt and mine were tender for two days."

She stood up and lifted the sweatshirt. Her breasts were bare. A faded hickie adorned her breast.

Carole stood and said, "One other thing we share." She lifted her sweatshirt baring her breasts. The identical faded hickie was visible. Kim was watching my face, looking for a sign.

I said, "So every time I love one of you I love you both?"

The nodded. 

"If I take one of you to bed right now and eat you to three orgasms..."

"We'll both have them!"

"So there's no way to have a sexual relationship with just one of you, is there?"

"No." Kim said and pulled her sweatshirt back on. Carole did the same. The look on her face said what she was thinking. That was a deal breaker.

I stood up and walked to them both, extended my hands and helped them stand. I lifted their sweatshirts off and lowered their sweat pants and the black thongs they each wore. When one started to speak I shushed them both.

When they were naked I undressed. I led them both to the bed and put them side by side. I got on my knees and asked, "I wonder what will happen when both of you have your own orgasm at the same time?"

They sat up together just as my fingers touched them both, sliding between their wet lips and deep inside their pussies.

Together they said, "Oh yes! Right there." I stroked them both. I leaned to the pussy to the right and licked. They both moaned. I tongued them one at a time and they reacted identically. My hands touched their breasts, pinched their grapes. They shuddered in unison. Their eyes were closed. They surrendered to my love.

Then they surrendered to their own orgasms. As they shuddered in aftershocks and held each other I ate them both. They finally begged me to stop.

I got a warm wet washcloth and cleaned them up.

I lay between them and covered us with a blanket. We were quiet a long time. Finally one said, "What now?"

"We need a bigger place." I said.

"You can love us both?"

"I already do. I've kissed you both, felt you orgasm watched your naked bodies on my bed and I have no idea which of you is Kim and which is Carole."

"I'm hungry." The woman to my right said.

The woman to my left said, "That's Carole."

"Who cares? Let's eat." Carole said.

Kim took the job. She moved in with me. Carole found a way to get the apartment next door and we opened a wall. We moved the queen bed into Carole's place and bought a king-sized bed for my place. As the problems have come up we've handled them.

We have one coming next week. My Dad and Mom will be here next week for a week. We'll have to go a week without playing. We have another problem too. Where can three lovers go on vacation?