1 comments/ 33171 views/ 1 favorites The Keeper By: Melody She stood away from the other mourners, gazing at the gravesite with her lips tightly pressed, sunglasses hiding the pain in her tear filled eyes. A man she’d loved desperately had passed away, even though it had been five years since their relationship had ended, she still had needed to come pay her respects. He watched her, studying her body language, the way she tried to hold her emotions in, but he saw the tears sliding down her cheek and wondered who the pale woman was. He was certain she wasn’t one of his friend’s current women, he’d known them all and he definitely would have remembered this elfin beauty. She left before the ceremony was quite finished, walking slowly towards the waiting cab, she got in and bade the driver take her to the airport hotel. Her flight was scheduled to leave in the wee hours of the morning, she’d try to get a few hours rest. Peter’s mother was not taking her son’s death very well, she had called James and begged him to close up his condo, boxing up the clothes and belongings and getting them ready for pick up by the local Red Cross. “Keep whatever you want James, any clothes or mementos, I simply cannot face doing that”. And so here he was, going through his friend’s most private possessions, feeling guilty, like he was intruding. He was going through the video tapes that were in the master bedroom, there were movies that he’d collected but also tapes with labels stating sequences of trips and a few of family gatherings. Then he saw her, the mysterious woman from the funeral, it was in a video that Peter had taken of her, she was doing a cartwheel in the sand near his beach house, making faces at the camera, even mooning him, he could hear her deep throated laughter as she fooled around for the camera, she was a beauty he thought, so tiny in stature but so perfectly put together, a natural beauty, green eyed and dark reddish hair, her creamy skin showed to perfection in the tight swim suit, her breasts were fairly large, her small waist and flaring hips, she had the perfect hour-glass figure. The video played on showing her taking her suit off and jumping into the surf in her naked glory, she played in the water like a child and Peter must have been enraptured by her antics for most of the video showed only her. Towards the end of the tape, he was shocked to realize that the scene unfolding was of two lovers in passionate embrace, Peter and the woman were making love, the look on her face left him awestruck, there was no sound, but he could imagine her moans and her screams as the expression on her face was captured at the moments of her ecstasy. He shouldn’t watch this he thought, this was private, but he couldn’t stop the film, she was so beautiful in her wanton abandon that he sat there gazing at the screen wishing it was he that elicited such a reaction from her. He still didn’t know her name, whenever there was sound on the film, he heard Peter refer to her as “wench”, “Come here wench and show me some lovin” or other playful comments, but no name was mentioned. The memory of her haunted him for weeks, he’d asked Peter’s other friends if they remembered him going out with a slight reddish haired lady but not one could recall such a woman. He had to meet with the company lawyer to finish up the details of the sale of his house and car and other incidentals, the lawyer mentioned that Peter had bequeathed his beach house to a woman by the name of Angelique LeBrun, that she would be coming by to sign the documents and pick up the keys. James asked if he could meet this lady, as the name wasn’t familiar at all. The lawyer agreed and shortly after he was buzzed that there was a Ms LeBrun to see him, he asked his secretary to bring her in and both men stood to welcome her into the office. James was struck again by her beauty, she had a very plain but obviously expensive suit on, she inclined her head and asked who Mr. Michaelson was, the lawyer stepped forward and took her small hand in both of his, “I’m John Michaelson and this is James Newton, Peter’s friend and business partner” . She looked up to James with a half smile and mumbled that it was a pleasure. She took the proffered seat and clasped her hands in her lap, waiting patiently for Mr. Michaelson to begin speaking. He told her that Peter had made provisions in his will that left the beach house and all its contents to her. There was a sealed letter for her which he handed to her. She left it unopened and slipped it into her purse. James could see her trying valiantly to hold onto her emotions, the clenched hands in her lap, the over brightness of her eyes. The lawyer took out some papers for her to read and sign, James was asked to sign also as a witness. The keys were handed to her and she looked up at the lawyer and thanked him, and looked next at James and with a slight smile nodded to him. She left shortly afterwards and James asked Michaleson if he had any idea who that woman was in Peter’s life “Pete once told me with great regret, she was the one who’d gotten away, they had a brief but passionate affair years ago, she’d wanted permanence and Peter had thought he was not ready for it and so she’d left. He never stopped caring about her, even trying to get her to come back but she’d moved on and never took his entreaty seriously, he said some of the happiest moments of his life had been spent with that woman”. James left the law offices shortly after she did and was strolling to his car when he looked to the side and saw her in a parked rental, her face in her hands as her shoulders shook from her obvious sobs, before he realized what he was doing he’d opened her door and knelt down by her side, she turned her head quickly and her tear stained face and trembling lips were his undoing, he put his large hand on her shoulder and asked if he could help, she shook her head, not trusting herself to speak without breaking down again. “Scoot over Miss LeBrun, we’ll go get a coffee and sit in the park if you like, I don’t relish seeing you drive anywhere at the moment”. She studied him for a few moments, then scooted over so that he could fit himself beneath the steering wheel, he had to make adjustments to the driver space before he steered the car onto the highway. They stopped at a drive thru, he asked what she wanted in her coffee and she said she preferred iced tea, after he’d gotten their beverages he drove off in the direction of the local Marina. “There’s a lovely park there and we can sit and you can gather yourself together, we can talk if you like, Peter was not only my business partner, he was also my good friend”. She seemed to relax a bit and followed him to the park bench where they both sat. “I’m so sorry, you must be busy and here you are having to console me, I’ll be okay in a few minutes, I’ll drive you back to your car”. “I’m not so busy that I can’t spare you some time, I’m surprised that Peter never mentioned you to me, you must have meant a lot to him for him to leave you his beloved beach house”. She gazed ahead with a look of pain on her face. “Ah Peter, I would have given up the world for that man, but he didn’t take me seriously until it was too late, when he did want a permanent relationship I was seriously committed to a job I couldn’t leave, too much depended on me and so I told him I was no longer free. He took it badly, was very angry with me, stopped calling and the next I heard about him was the announcement of his death” she said as fresh tears pooled in her eyes. He put his arm around her shoulder and she laid her head on his wide one, he didn’t speak and neither did she, they just sat there for a long time taking comfort from each other. Finally she looked up at him; “I think I’d better be heading back, thank you so much for the shoulder James, I really appreciate it”. He didn’t want to let her go, trying to think of ways to keep the contact between them. “Would you let me know when you plan to go to the beach house, Peter’s mother asked that I dispose of his personal effects and I’d like to do that as soon as possible so that I can finally tell her that his condo and beach house are cleared of his possessions”. She inclined her head “Actually, that’s where I’m headed now, I’ve taken a few days off work and thought I’d go see the beach house, I really don’t think I’ll be able to afford it’s upkeep which is a shame, I love that place”. He took her hand in his and looked into her eyes “What if I were to rent it from you for a few months of the year, the time that you wouldn’t be needing it for yourself, I’m prepared to do whatever upkeep and maintenance around the grounds for you as well”. She fairly beamed at him and hugged his arm to her in her excitement, “Oh James, that would be perfect, how wonderful, thank you so much, I was so hoping I wouldn’t have to put it on the market, I’d like to make that my home some day”. They agreed that he would follow her there after she dropped him off at his car, planning to stop along the way for a meal. They drove off and met at a roadside diner a few hours later, where they shared a quick meal and were on their way again for the second leg of their journey. It was late afternoon when they arrived at the beach house, he held the door of her car while she exited and she handed over the keys to him so that he could unlock the front door. He heard her deep sigh as she walked into the glass walled living area, overlooking the pounding surf, she went directly to the patio door and unlocked it and walked onto the deck, breathing in deeply the fine salty air. He watched her as she seemingly gathered her strength, straightening her shoulders and clenching her fists. He let himself onto the patio and stood a few feet behind her, god he wished he could reach out and bring her into his arms, but he knew instinctively that was a privilege she would accord, not one that could be taken lightly. He cleared his throat; “Is it okay if I go on to Pete’s room and gather his clothes Angelique?” She turned around and with a shrug walked towards him, “I’ll help you, let me get some garbage bags and we can put the clothes in there until we can pick up some boxes”. The process took a little longer than it would have had he been alone, there were several times she picked up a sweater and brought it to her face, inhaling the scent still present there, she was saying goodbye he realized and so did not speak to her but focused his attention on the removal of all the accumulated stuff from the top of the closet. They worked away in silence and when they were finished he asked her if she was hungry, she answered yes and that she'd investigate the contents of the freezer to see if she could put something together quickly. He told her to go ahead and that he would pack away the rest of Pete’s things that weren’t going to remain behind. He could hear cupboards opening and closing and shortly a wonderful aroma found its way to his nose, he followed it to the kitchen and was met with a most beguiling sight, there she was with half her body inside the small freezer, sorting through the contents, all he could see was her glorious derriere, the material from her pants stretched tightly across it, her legs splayed a bit, his thoughts turned from those of hunger for food to the more sensual hunger, it took all the strength he possessed not to walk up behind her and touch her. He asked nonchalantly if he could get her a glass of wine and she nearly hit her head on the freezer lid in her surprised squeal, they both laughed and she said she would welcome a glass of wine and also his help, if he wouldn’t mind grilling the steaks she'd unthawed. The meals preparation was complete, they took their plates to the patio, he brought more wine and they sat in the cooling evening, watching the sunset and enjoyed their meal in companionable silence. He helped her with the clean up and then offered her a brandy, she was about to decline but he reminded her that she would probably sleep better for it and so she agreed. “I don’t usually drink as much as I have tonight, if I get a bit tipsy and maudlin you’ve only yourself to blame”, She smiled at him “Well if you become either one or both I have a way of clearing that up, I’ll put you over my shoulder, run down to the water and dump you in, that ought to bring you back fast enough”. “Oh, not one to take advantage of an inebriated woman are you James?” “Well you never know, I’d probably have to haul you out of the surf, you’d be drenched and cold, some things have a lovely way of standing out at that time, I might be tempted then, shall we try?” He got a pillow thrown at him and grabbed it just in time, joining her in laughter. He watched her blush as his words sank in, god, she is so damn beautiful, I want her so much, but he knew the wisest course would be for her to make the first move and so he got up and went to put a few logs in the fireplace, there was a definite chill in the air and since he’d be the one bunking on the sofa, he wanted a little warmth for later. His back was to her, he couldn’t see the slow perusal she made of his bent form, her eyes taking in the strong physique, a look of hunger entering them before she put her head down and collected her thoughts. But it’s been so long she thought to herself, the only thing bothering her was that this was Peter’s house, she could still see him everywhere and felt ashamed that she’d entertained such carnal thoughts of his best friend. But with the glow of the fire, the warmth spreading through her from the brandy, it’s effects were leading her thoughts to those strong arms that had held her in comfort earlier, she so longed to be held again. She watched him straighten and walk towards where she was sitting, he was looking at her, gauging the messages in her eyes, he walked over to the stereo unit and popped a few easy listening CD’s on, then came back to sit across from her in the overstuffed chair. She slowly got up and held her hand out to him, “Would you care to dance with me sir” she asked huskily. He didn’t have to be asked twice, he stood and reached for her in the same instant and they began a slow sensual dance, he held her close and she put her head on his chest, not quite reaching his shoulder, they swayed together quietly through several numbers, finally she lifted her face to look at him and his head came down for a quick exploratory kiss on her full lips, just as he was about to pull back, her mouth opened more and she held him nearer, his own lips covered hers in a feverish kiss, their tongues dancing, his hands running down her back and cupping her sweet cheeks. “God I need you” he whispered huskily as he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the couch, sitting down with her in his lap”. “Oh James, I want you too, but I feel as if I’m betraying him, making love with his friend in his own house” she whispered anxiously. “Aww Angelique, he’s no longer with us, and you and he were no longer together, it’s just you and I, let’s not let any ghosts or memories interfere with the comfort we can offer each other please” he said softly. He held her closer still, kissing her eyes shut, then kissing her lips, attempting to convey the powerful emotions he felt for her. He could feel her trembling, as his hand reached beneath her sweater, he cupped her full breast in his hand, hearing her gasp as he pulled on her nipple until it was hard as a pebble, he continued kissing her deeply, realizing that she was beyond remission, he lifted her sweater off her and undid her bra, a swift intake of breath as he beheld her beautiful breasts. Her own hands were shaking as they reached for the buttons of his shirt but she undid them slowly and moved his shirt away from him, her breasts coming into contact with his chest, the hairs there tickling her and making her more aware of just how much she had missed this. The rest of their clothing came off, all the while they investigated each other, with nips and kisses. He turned her to face him, while she straddled him, his hand coming between them to touch her center, hot and oh so wet. He entered her slowly as she arched into him and the sweet dance began, she could feel his throbbing member fill her completely, she clasped her arms around his shoulders, his face pressed into her voluptuous cleavage, and increased the tempo of the rocking motion he had begun. He felt her wetness seeping around his cock, god she was hot, her head flung back, the blush spreading from her chest upwards to her face, her eyes closed as she moaned and gasped. She reached the pinnacle once and once again before he started to pump inside of her in earnest, she clung to him, muttering in French, he couldn’t make out the words, she was so far gone, he felt her tightening around him once again and his own orgasm was near, when he felt the wetness surround him once more, he bucked hard several times and emptied his life force into her waiting womb. Their breathing was ragged, they held each other tightly in the aftermath, nuzzling each other once again. He stood up suddenly, still connected to her and walked towards the bedroom, holding onto her bottom as she entwined her legs around his middle, her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into his neck and kissing him softly. He headed for the shower and let her slide down his length as he turned the jets on high with very hot water, then cold then hot and cold once more. She screeched each time the cold water hit her, her nipples peaking as she tried to jump away from the spray. His hands were soapy as he ran them lovingly over each inch of her body, inside of her, in the crack of her beautiful ass, he entered her with a soapy finger in each orifice and she moaned long and low. They rinsed off and grabbed big fluffy towels and dried each other off. “Last one to bed is a rotten egg,” she said as she took a leap through the bathroom door. He laughed as he caught up with her, grabbed her around the waist and made a dash for the bed as she squealed. “What if we both hit it at the same time” as he jumped on dumping them both in a tangled pile of arms and legs. What a glorious picture she made, laying there with a smile in her eyes and on her lips as she held her arms open to him. He lunged for her and she screeched in mock terror and they tumbled playfully, he biting and sucking whatever came into view, she laughing and eventually moaning his name pleadingly. He was visiting each and every glorious inch of her, what he’d failed to inspect earlier, learning her “spots” the ones that elicited whimpers, the ones that made her shiver, he spent an inordinate amount of time at her center, lavishing her with his tongue till he was rewarded with a large quick gush of her juices and still he kept plundering her with his tongue, she thrashed and sighed and when she reached her peak once more she screamed his name. He flipped her over and ran his hardened member from her sopping slit up to her puckered anus, gently entering her there, she gasped and tried to pull away “Shhhhhhhh, relax baby” he encouraged her, as he found her sweet button and began to massage it as he slowly pushed the head of his penis in her tight entrance. She was beside herself with these new sensations, her guttural groan indicative of the immense depth of new sensations she was feeling. He continued his slow breach, lovingly encouraging her, pressing hard on her button until he could feel once more the wetness seeping from her and covering his hand. He waited for her to approach another orgasm before he entered her fully and pumped her hard and long. She screamed his name in a long moan and he felt her trembling uncontrollably, she begged him “Ohhhhhhh come with me, fill me, fill me” The Keeper Squinting against the warm spring sun, Annabelle pulled her long chestnut hair from its twist at the nape of her neck. Her sensible heels clicked lightly against the paving stones at the entrance to the zoo as Steve, the gateman, smiled at her "Good aftanoon Annabelle, knew you'd be out since tha rain cleared up." Touching two fingers to the bill of his cap and winking, he didn't ask to see her annual pass. Annabelle liked to take her lunch to the zoo. Nature rejuvenated her, and the warmth of spring made staying indoors unbearable. The antics of the spider monkeys amused her, and the Tuesday piranha feedings were not to be missed. But Anna's favorite exhibit was in the bamboo shrouded Asian section of the zoo – the tiger's exhibit. On most afternoons they were out languishing in the sunny areas ... stretched gracefully over cool grass or warm boulders. Despite the fact that a tiger does not need the excuse of insanity to stalk humans as prey, she felt a kinship with them. Her stress melted away and was replaced by a calm power when she gazed into their lucid yellow eyes. She sensed something different as soon as she neared the enclosure. Usually the tigers were independent, distancing themselves from one another. She glanced at the placard announcing that only 400 Sumatran tigers remained in the wild; stressing that all tigers in this enclosure had been bred in captivity. Yet – something untamed was tangible in the air today as Anne took a seat on her favorite bench. The females were sniffing the air excitedly and pacing. Their movements, always sensual, depicted more sexual arousal than Anne could remember seeing. The males roamed, marking their territory and snapping at the lusty females. Annabelle assumed it was the awakening of spring – it was certainly having its effects on her. Running a hand down the front of her slim brown suit to chase away any stray crumbs, she stood – thinking tomorrow might be another good day to see what her feline friends were up to. * * * Cool rain splattered outside the covered viewing area as Annabelle approached the tigers the next day. She pulled her wool wrap closer around her shoulders, wishing for the promising spring weather of the previous day. Rather than sitting, she stood sipping warm soup from a Styrofoam cup. The enclosure appeared to be empty but for one tiger. He wasn't one of those familiar to her from her many previous visits. His coat was darker, and his musculature was apparent under the thick fur. Anna's eyes followed him as he paced restlessly in the enclosure as if looking for a way out. Suddenly, he looked toward the viewing area, and his nostrils flared slightly as he sniffed in Anna's direction. She realized she was holding her breath as he moved down a small hill towards where she stood. The tiger's eyes were locked on hers' as he approached the glass, sniffing. His posture was restless, tail twitching. The glass fogged as Anna breathed out – she felt what he was feeling – restless, trapped, and anxious. Anna brought her right hand up to the glass, and remembering the sign's claim that all the zoo's tigers had been born in captivity, she whispered "You don't belong here, do you." "He's not from here" the quiet male voice behind her made Anna jump. She spun around to see a man wearing the same khaki shirt all the workers wore at the zoo. He stood about half a foot over her in her conservative heels. She took in his honey complexion and glossy dark hair, but it was his eyes that startled her almost as much as his approach had. They complimented his hair and skin perfectly, and their depths reflected a certain strength and wisdom that reminded her of meeting the eyes of the tigers he spoke to her of. "You mean, from another zoo ... or ..." she questioned him, wondering if he would answer, or simply ask her to leave. She had often seen exhibits closed to give a new animal time to adjust. "Come back tonight as the zoo is closing, and I will tell you more. Tell the gateman that Kersen said to let you in." * * * Annabelle worked late that night, nervously anticipating what the story was behind this new tiger, and why the mysterious Kresen wanted to tell her after the zoo had closed. She new some of the keepers at the zoo fairly well, but she had never even seen him before. Her smart dark grey suit fell out of place in the sparkling sunset. The clouds were finally dissolving, and warm orange light reflected in every drop of rain left clinging to leaves and railings. The gates were closed, but Annabelle saw Steve walking towards her from the other side, a ring of keys jangling in his hand. "Kresen said ..." "... to let Annabelle in after closing." Steve interrupted, punctuating his statement with a wink. "I knew he had to be talkin' about Annabelle when he described ya." Anna got the eerie feeling that this stranger knew more about her than she did about him. A nervous excitement flickered like electricity down her spine. As she approached the tiger's enclosure, she saw Kresen waiting in a golf-cart painted green and sporting mud tires. "Would you like to see where the tigers live? They are rumored to be your favorite, due to your frequent visits ..." Annabelle blinked, trying to swallow past the mild anxiety she felt rising in her throat. She managed a nod, imagining that this must be what it felt like to live in the zoo – having others analyzing your habits. She tried not to notice Kresen's eyes following her movements as she slid into the seat next to him and smoothed the skirt of her suit. He drove them onto a well worn dirt path next to the tiger's enclosure, to a gate partially camouflaged on either side by tall stands of bamboo. He passed an ID much like her work badge before a grey box, which caused the gate to slide open and allow the cart to pass through. A second gate and she recognized that they were inside the tiger's enclosure. "Is it ..." Annabelle started, somewhat alarmed. "Safe? Yes – the tigers each have their own separate enclosures and are secure." Kresen stared seriously into her eyes as he answered the question she never finished asking. Shifting uncomfortably under his calm gaze, she remembered why she was here. "So, you were going to tell me about this new tiger?" Kresen placed a hand on the shoulder closest to him "Yes. Annabelle, you have nothing to worry about here – you can relax." Despite her anxiety, his touch was reassuring, and Annabelle felt herself calming despite her misgivings about this strange meeting. Springing lightly from the cart, Kresen began explaining the new tiger "You were correct about Rokan – he is from the Berbak National Park on Sumatra. He did not find the park, recently reduced in size, to be suitable and would not stay put. I was called upon to move him before he did something to endanger himself." Anna was familiar with the plight of Sumatran tigers from her time spent at their enclosure. She knew they were endangered, and that reserves existed to protect them, but that those were shrinking. Kresen had turned to approach one of the gated areas, and she followed him. Rokan paced impatiently inside, as if he expected the walls surrounding him to have perhaps vanished when he next passed by. Anna approached fearlessly, placing her hands on the fence. She felt an odd connection with this tiger, and she knew he would not hurt her. She didn't flinch as he approached and sniffed her hands, and she did not look away when he stared directly into her face before continuing his pacing. "I don't think Rokan is happy here" Annabelle turned to Kresen. "Those of us that are strong can adapt" he answered as she turned back to watch the tiger pace. Anna felt as much as heard him move closely behind her. "That is part of the reason I asked you to come, you remind me of the tigers. You were meant for a different life than that which you lead." He was right; her straight-laced career, her sensible shoes, and her tailored suits left her tired at the end of the day. A thrill ran through her as she felt his fingers at the back of her neck. "Shhhh, its ok ... I'm not going to hurt you" Kresen reassured her as he pressed his fingers more firmly at the base of her skull, massaging her tight neck. Almost instantly she felt herself start to relax – while at the same time a new kind of excitement started to build deep inside her. As he continued rubbing her neck, Kresen used his other hand to release her shining hair from the tight bun it had been trapped in all day. Anna shook her head to release it in cascading mahogany waves. His hands moved from her neck to massage her scalp, and she sighed as she leaned her head back. "You feel trapped as they – you need to be released" he whispered in her ear, his breath causing her skin to tingle. And she knew he was right. She needed to break out of the quiet life she had been leading. She wasn't sure how he knew her, but he did. She knew nothing about him, but her instinct told her to trust, and so she did. Annabelle let out a low moan as she let go of her worries. Kresen took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. He looked deeply into her eyes before lowering his hands to her hips and pulling her closer to him. He closed the gap between them, sealing his lips to Anna's, kissing her gently. The need in her body awoke, and she responded to him ... pressing the front of her body against his as she gripped the backs of his elbows. The kiss intensified into a hungry expression of mutual desire, their tongues reaching tentatively at first into each others mouths ... more deeply as they continued. Kresen pulled back from her, holding her by the waist at arm's length. "What else can we release ..." he mused, his hands sliding smoothly over the front of her suit jacket to the three buttons holding it closed. The movement of his fingers was sensual as he freed her from her jacket. One of his hands moved under her jacket, caressing the curve of her waist through the lace of her camisole. The other hand slid up her neck to her jaw, drawing her ear so close to his lips that she could feel them move as he whispered "More?" In answer, Annabelle started with the top button of his work shirt. She growled with delight to find that he was not wearing an undershirt. "Yesss, there she is" Kresen answered her growl, pushing her jacket from her shoulders. Anna felt more awake, more alive, than she could remember. She pulled the hem of his shirt from his belted khaki pants, pushing it aside to openly admire his sculpted chest. His skin was velvety smooth under her fingertips. She ran her hands over the ridges of muscle, lightly clawing them with her nails. Kresen grunted, placing a hand on the back of her head and pulling her to him once again, their chests separated only by the soft lace of her camisole. As they kissed hungrily, Anna could feel his growing arousal pressing against her. She moaned into his mouth, and moved her hand down from where it was gripping his shoulder to feel the length of him through his functional pants. He pulled away from her soft lips and smiled into her starving eyes "My, I have awoken a hungry tigress, haven't I?" She was enjoying the slow progression of their intimacy, but she couldn't take it anymore. In her lacey camisole, grey skirt, and sensible heels – she dropped to her knees on the ground to show him just how hungry she was. She groaned as she ran a hand up the front of his khaki pants, stopping to tug impatiently at the belt. "I didn't mean you had to ..." a look akin to concern lit his eyes "I want to" Annabelle firmly stated as she freed the button. Only the zipper to go ... her breathing was shallow and quick with anticipation. No undershirt, no underpants ... she dragged his pants to his knees and eyed her prey. His cock was the same warm tone as his skin, but the skin was softer. She lightly teased his length with her nose and lips, aching with anticipation. One arm snaked behind his leg to pull him closer to her, while her opposite hand moved up the inside of his thigh. Her fingers slid into the dark hair covering his balls, and she poised her open mouth at the head of his penis, turning her eyes up to watch his face as she slid her tongue out to sample him. Kresen groaned and leaned back, wrapping a hand in her warm brown hair. It was all the encouragement she needed. She moaned as she slid her mouth slowly down the length of his cock. Sucking in a breath, she went as far as she could – her lips nearly encircling the base. His hand tightened in her hair, and she slowly started moving up and down. His moan only made her hungrier, and she slid her tongue firmly against the sensitive underside of his manhood. Slowly she reached a pace, moving up and down his length, his hips bucking lightly against her. She groaned against him, savoring the delicacy of his unique taste. Kresen pulled her head away from his groin – spittle and pre-cum strung between her open mouth and the tip of his erection. "You aren't the only hungry beast in this jungle" he muttered, sinking to his knees in front of her on the ground. "Good" she replied, pulling his hands to her breasts, sighing as his palms brushed her prickling nipples. He moved his hands to her waist and with aching slowness pulled her camisole over her head. Her long hair settled across her bare shoulders, not quite long enough to cover her exposed breasts. His slightly calloused hands cupped her average sized but perky breasts, his thumbs stimulating her rigid tan nubs. He lowered his head to her chest, teasing her before sucking her into his mouth. He reached around and deftly unclasped and unzipped her skirt. "Stand up" Kresen commanded. Annabelle gave him a look that said "Only because I want to." His wicked grin told her he knew he was playing with fire, ordering her, and that excited her more. She stood, letting her skirt slide to the ground. He pressed his face close to her panty-clad crotch, inhaling her scent as he closed his eyes. His tongue played around the edge of the cloth running between her thighs. It was almost more than she could take, and she grabbed his head and pulled it closer. His mouth closed on the front of her moist panties, his tongue pressing against her clit through the fabric. He hooked his thumbs through the waistband and pulled her underwear down her legs. Annabelle could feel his breath against her clitoris, and it was driving her insane. She groaned with need, willing herself not to grind into his face. His fingers gently parted her outer lips, and he made low sound of approval in his throat. Finally – his warm wet tongue was against her clit. Her knees nearly buckled as she let herself go to the smooth rhythmic coaxing of his mouth. Anna's breath began coming in short bursts, every breath out accompanied my low groaning. Her hips bucked forward involuntarily, and her grip in Kresen's hair bordered on painful. The first electric shocks radiated from her solar plexus and she smiled – knowing what was coming. An almost inhuman sound escaped from deep within her as the waves of pleasure rushed through her body. Annabelle dropped breathless to her knees, pulling Kresen's face to her with both hands, greedily tasting herself on his lips. He matched her appetite, delving his tongue into her mouth as if he would eat her alive. Suddenly, Kresen stood, hastily jerking off his shoes to remove the pants now puddled at his ankles. Anna slid her feet from her shoes, and he was on top of her, pushing her into the lush wet grass. The cool dampness of the approaching evening against her back was a sharp contrast to the sweaty warmth of his chest against her breasts. He sat back, admiring the creature he'd help unleash, now lying naked on the ground, looking up at him lustfully. Cock in hand, he paused at the entrance to her womanhood, just letting the tip caress her. "More?" he asked her with a half smile, though he already knew her answer. She thrust her hips forward, trying to impale herself on his shaft. Giving in, he plunged into to her warm silky darkness. She smiled and shuddered at the feel of him pressing against her walls. He paused, familiarizing himself with the sensation of being wrapped in her delicacy before slowly beginning to move his hips against her – holding back just a little lest he spill his core into her too soon. Her groans echoed around them as she began to lose control of her body to the awareness of him filling and surrounding her. Kresen's pace slowly increased, and sound of his body slamming into to hers', the feeling of his genitals pressing against her ass brought out her response as she raised herself to meet each of his driving blows. The picture of them naked in the grass, mating like animals was what finally sent her over the edge. Anna's back arched into him, her pussy contracting rhythmically around him, pulling him with her. He groaned and bucked as he emptied himself into her, their tense bodies straining together as the echo of their combined cries faded. They collapsed together into a spent tangle in the grass mashed flat by their desire. Annabelle became aware of heavy breathing coming neither from her nor from Kresen. She turned her gaze to the enclosure, where Rokan sat watchfully, panting. * * * Kresen took Annabelle back to the gate in the cart. It was dark by now, and the zoo seemed deserted other than the hum of the electric motor and the cries of the nocturnal inhabitants. He kissed her once more at the gate, bringing her memories of what had just happened back to the surface, but breaking the contact before she became too aroused. At home, Anna did not question what had happened. She tried not to think about if she should try to see Kresen again. She let herself languish in the memories of the evening, and slept better than she could remember ever sleeping. * * * Carrying her lunch, Annabelle could feel the blush creeping into her cheeks as Steve waved her over. He seemed to have something urgent to say, and she was afraid what it may be. "Your new friend got called back to Berbak ... poachers. But he insisted I tell ya' that he always comes back to check on his tigers." The Keeper Authors Note: By special request, the following is written from his point of view. You can let me know how you think I did. * I haven't been feeling the best, but nothing was going to stop me from showing up today. This day, planned for weeks, is something I've been thinking about for some time. Knowing that she would be there, waiting for me with every detail followed, as per my instructions, including a strict no-sex (not even masturbation) agreement that has now lasted eleven days. Even harder for her, there has been no communication between us for the last seven days. After months of texting every day, I am quite sure she has missed this, and truth be told, I have missed her dirty mouth and arousing chatter. The tension leading up to today, however, has made it all worthwhile. At the office, I glance at my watch and attempt to concentrate on the work before me. At any moment she should be texting the hotel information and her arrival time. As I turn back to the file my phone buzzes and I reach for it. The simple text says "Courtyard Estates Motel. Room 148. I am here." I contemplate my response, but to keep with the lack of communication I simply type "15". As I walk towards the car, my cock strains against my fly. Eleven days without any attention has been ridiculously difficult. She better be ready for me to explode. She better be ready. Walking towards the hotel, I pictured in my mind what I would find there. I have already seen the black lingerie I have requested she be wearing, along with the knee high black boots. She should be clad in them now, sprawled across the bed, with the door propped open, as I have requested. She better be. As I arrived at the hotel room, I pushed the door open and saw her. Long red hair falling around her shoulders as her hands held up her chin, bitch boot clad legs crossed and in the air. I stop to lock the door behind me and walk towards the bed. Her legs crossed, the heels of her boots almost touching her ass, clad only in a black silk and lace thong. Quite the vision. "Mmmm." Was all I could say. "Hey baby......" she smiled up at me from the bed, as I approached. Reaching out to touch her hair, I ran my fingers through the soft length of it, pulling her head towards me as I stood before her. She leaned forward and her mouth met my cock through layers of clothes. With a moan she nuzzled her lips against it for a moment before I stepped back. Moving to the side, out of her reach, I ran a finger down her back. Her body trembled under my touch. Oh, she was ready. This encounter has been discussed, fantasized about and anticipated for months. Yes, we have had a few casual encounters (including a moment stolen in my office where she sucked my cock like a champ and took my load with a smile and moan) but this, this was different. Taking out my phone, I snapped a couple quick pictures before setting it aside. Moving to the other side of the bed, standing at her feet as they now stretched out on the bed, I ran my hands along her boots and up her legs, pausing just before her ass. "Very nice. Now flip over." She turned over on the bed, allowing me my first view of her black lacy bra straining against her big tits. But they would have to wait. I wanted to see her pussy. Touch it. Taste it. Abuse it. Running my hands up her thighs slowly, my fingers making small circles on her smooth skin, she thrust her hips up and shivered. From our previous encounters, I knew she was responsive, but this was an overwhelming reaction. Perhaps the built up sexual energy coming to a head for her, perhaps the anticipation of our first real meet. I had seen her cum for me via pics and video, and three incredible times when I pounded her cunt with a dildo in her car, but to see her body react like this was unbelievable. She kept telling my during our texting conversations how much she wanted me, how much her body reacted to my voice, my touch, my words, but a part of me thought she was just feeding me a line. I should have known better. After all, from the very beginning this girl has been telling me that she loves sucking cock (more than even having sex if you can believe it!), and promising me blow jobs to top any I've had in my life. Again, a nice thought. Truth is, even though the first time she sucked me down was hurried, she attacked my cock with a lustful vigor I have never seen in a woman. Her eyes lit up when I pulled my cock out and her lips were on it immediately. This chick can suck some cock. Sliding my fingers across the black silk barely covering her pussy, I could feel the warmth and wetness of her. Slipping a finger underneath, I could feel her cunt, hot and dripping already. Her hips thrust up against my hand and I took it away. After all this time, I was definitely going to take my time. Leaning down, I put my lips against her thong, breathing hard against her. "God, baby, PLEASE!" She moaned, her body writhing underneath me. I chuckled. This girl wants it bad. And I'm going to give her exactly what she needs. Hooking my fingers under her thong, I slid it down her legs, exposing her smooth pussy to me. Lifting her legs, I pulled her towards the edge of the bed. Her legs bent, the heels of her boots digging into the mattress, she was wide open in front of me. How easy it would be to strip down and finally pound into that dripping cunt. I know that's what she's expecting. I've told her how much I want to feel my cock sliding into her tight pussy. That will wait. Kneeling down at the edge of the bed, I was now face to face with her sweet, wet cunt. All mine. And she knows it. Leaning in, I hooked my arms around her thighs and pried open her pussy lips, stretching them wide, letting me see all of her. I have waited long enough. Sliding a finger along her slit, I dipped it just slightly into her tight hole. She clenched around my finger, trying to milk it like a cock. Oh fuck that is going to feel good later. My tongue out, I leaned down to kiss her sweet clit, peaked and waiting for my touch. A few little licks and then I sucked it hard between my lips, letting my teeth close around it and biting down hard. She cried out then, perhaps in pain, perhaps in ecstasy. I could care less. I just wanted more. Alternating between licking her slowly and nibbling her lips, I slid my fingers down to her dripping snatch. Plunging two in hard, her back arching as her body convulsed up off the bed, I started sawing them in and out of her tight hole. Flipping my wrist around I curled my fingers up, searching and finding her soft little G spot. Her moaning increased. The power I have over this girl is unbelievable. Her body can't be still! I look up from between her legs and she lifts her head to smile down at me. "Make me cum........let me cum baby! Please!!" She says with a groan, as my fingers continue their assault. Taking her clit between my other fingers, I circle it over and over as she cries out, her pussy clenching around my fingers deep inside her. "Holy Fuuuuuuccckkkkkk" She cries out, her body arching up off the bed as she cums hard. She collapses back on the bed, assuming she is getting a rest but I don't stop. I want to watch that again. I want to feel her explode. My fingers plunge in her cunt, deep and hard. I pause to wiggle them around deep inside her, tickling her G spot again, before sliding them out slowly. Hard and fast I slam them back into her, eliciting a gasp and groan. Again, harder, punishing her cunt, I pound my two fingers in and out with all my strength, the movement alone shifting her body back on the bed. "Fuck!! No more, please, no!" She begs, but I am far from finished. I have alluded to the rough handing she may receive at my hands, but I doubt she had any idea what she was in for. Taking the opportunity when it arose, as her hips left the bed and her body arched up, I thrust a finger in her tight little ass. Now filled with my fingers, I started fucking her in earnest. Hard pounding punches against her cunt, my fingers delving deep inside her pussy and ass as her body trembled before me. Grabbing her thigh with my other hand, I held her body close to me, allowing the punishment to continue. I heard her cry out loudly before I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, her tight asshole puckering and squeezing my finger as she came. I felt her wetness on my fingers, and couldn't resist withdrawing them and shoving them into her mouth. She greedily sucked my fingers and my cock swelled against my fly, wanting some of this action. Standing up, I walked to the chair in the room and started taking off my clothes. She flipped onto her stomach and watched me intently, this being new to her as she had yet to see me fully naked. Her eyes burned, as I had seen in my office, intently glaring at my cock with a hunger beyond description. I swear I have never met a woman that likes sucking cock as much as my little whore here. As she kept watching, my cock swelled, knowing that it was finally going to feel her lips on it again. Walking towards her, she wiggled up so her head was at the edge of the bed. As I approached, I grabbed her hair and guided her mouth to my cock. With a long moan she opened wide and took my cock deep in her mouth. There are really no words to explain how it feels to have your cock sucked by a woman that loves it. That tongue, her lips, her soft hands coming up to cup my balls. She slid my cock in further and further until it banged against the bottom of her throat, sucking it hard as she raised her head again. Letting her tongue slide down my shaft as her hand encircled my cock, her lips sucked my balls into her hot mouth. She lifted her head then and patted the bed beside her. Lying back, propped up on some pillows so that I could watch this red-headed vixen attack my cock. Lying down between my legs, she took my cock in her hands and smiled up at me before lowering her lips to me again. Long, swirling licks along my cock. Hard sucks on my quivering head. Lips lowered down my entire shaft until she hit my balls, sticking out her tongue to lick them as my cock choked her throat. Then, turning her attention to my sack, she stroked my cock as her lips descended onto me. Her tongue making long deep creases along my balls, circling them with her spit, before sucking them one by one into her hot mouth. Easing them out and making nibbling little bites along my shaft until she reached the head again. This girl can't get enough. "I could suck your cock forever." She groaned, as her head descended on my cock once again. It was time. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her head back up. She pouted and tried to move her head back down to my lap. I held tight. "No. No more. Ride me." I growled at her. Sliding up my body, she put her knees on either side of my hips and reached between her legs to grab my cock to guide it into her wet pussy. As she slid down, her pussy tightened around me, and her tits thrust forward towards my face. Reaching up, I squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples between my thumb and finger, as she cried out and ground her cunt against me. A few slow movements, her pussy wet and sliding up and down my throbbing cock. Grabbing her hips I stopped her, "Don't move." I groaned. She stilled above me, leaning down to kiss me. Crawling off my cock she slid down between my legs again, bending her head down to taste her pussy juices on my cock. As her lips continued down my cock, I reached down and laced my fingers through her hair. Pushing down hard, I forced her to take my entire shaft. If this is what she wants, then she's going to get it......hard. I can feel her throat tighten against the head of my cock and it makes me want more. Thrusting my hips up as my hands pushed her head down, my cock banging against the back of her throat, she moaned. This bitch loves when things get a little rough. Taking a hand off her head, I tap her cheek, pushing my cock against it as it comes out of her mouth. She takes it back in and I've had enough playing around. Tangling her hair in my fists, I pound my cock into her throat. She sucks hard, her tongue flipping from side to side along my shaft. I've never met a woman that can suck my cock like this one. The thought alone makes me groan, as with one final hard thrust up my balls tighten and I start to cum. Holding her head against my groin, I pump my cum into her throat. Easing off my grip, I continue to squirt as I pull my cock out, the last drops landing on the tip of her tongue. This is my favourite moment. Like the well-trained whore she is, she stays motionless on the bed, smiling, as I get up and reach for my camera. Grabbing her hair and tipping her head back, she opens her mouth wide, my cum pooled on her tongue and behind her teeth. I snap a couple pics then let go of her hair. She smiles then closes her mouth, swallowing down all my cum with a moan. "Yum." I think she's a keeper. The Keeper & The Kept Lori looked up as the door opened and light invaded the dark hotel room. A figure entered and shut the door, leaving the room in darkness once again. Lori glanced at the clock. "There must have been problems. You're back late," Lori said. "Equipment problems, all night long. I'm not in a very good mood," he said. "I'm sorry. Should I go to bed?" she asked. "No." he said emphatically. "I need you even more now." He walked over to the sitting area where she was facing the window. Her body was silhouetted by the moonlight. She wore a transparent white nightgown, the kind he made her wear. He liked to be able to see every curve of her body. An empty glass sat on the table next to the couch. An open champagne bottle rested in a nest of ice in a bucket nearby. He moved behind her and ran his hands down the length of her body. "Ummm...and you've been drinking champagne. That will only make you taste sweeter," he said. "I know it pleases you," she whispered. He gathered her nightgown in his hands and raised it over her head. He could see her nipples were already hard from the chill in the air. His hand moved to cup one of her breasts. She let out a shiver. "You don't like my touch?" he said. "Your hands are so cold, but it feels good." Lori shivered again. Even his breath on the back of her neck was cold. He took her shoulder and turned her around to face him. She looked into his eyes. They had already lightened from their usual deep blue to a frigid ice blue. He was already ready to take her. She felt her pulse quicken with her excitement. He picked her up and laid her down on the bed. He removed his clothes and stood before her. Lori knew what to do. She reached out and started to caress his stiff cock. He moaned at her touch. Even after so long, Lori was amazed at how cold it was as it pulsed and filled with blood. She moved forward to take him in her mouth. "Not tonight," he said. "Justin, why not? You always want me to." "I said not tonight. I just need to feed." He moved to lie down on top of her. His cold blue eyes burned into her even in the dark. "Touch me more," he said. Lori used light, feathery strokes as her fingers moved up and down his penis. Justin's breaths were coming faster. His eyes closed as his lips parted. Two long, sharp fangs curled down to his lower lip. Lori took the bold move and brushed her lips against his. "Don't ever do that. I make the first move," he said pinning her down on the bed. He leaned down and pricked her lip with his teeth, drawing a tiny drop of blood. He licked it away. He drew in a deep breath as her blood teased him. "Remember, I command you," Justin whispered into her ear. He brushed the hair away from her neck. He licked the soft skin under her chin. The taste of her intoxicated him. He couldn't wait any longer. He plunged his fangs into her flesh. Lori cried out in the exquisite pain she longed for. Justin's feeding shot flashes of pleasure through her body. She felt herself become wet from her excitement. Knowing every second of her response to him, Justin reached down and pushed his fingers into her. As he drew his fingers in and out, he pressed his thumb against her clit. Lori's body bucked at the sensations he was giving her. Justin took one final drink and let go. Lori's body was spent from his feeding. Between the loss of blood and the energy of her orgasm, he usually let her fall asleep. This time she rolled over to face him and opened her eyes. Lori reached her hand up to caress his cold cheek. He closed his eyes and placed his hand on hers. He leaned into her caress. She could tell he was hurting tonight. "Justin, what troubles you?" she asked. "Nothing, I told you to never question my emotions," Justin said, the coldness settling deeper into his eyes. "I'm sorry. I won't ever do it again." "I haven't felt this way for years. I haven't felt like this since I was human." She dared not to ask him about what he felt. He would end up punishing her. Not physically, but emotionally. "Lori, I'm in love with you," Justin said. "I don't understand," "I can't be in love with you." "Why?" she asked because she had to know. She loved him so dearly. She was willing to die for him. She desperately wanted him to love her in return. "For me to be in love can only mean one thing." Justin said and swallowed; a lump was growing in his throat from trying to hold back tears. "I would have to kill you. I would either have to kill you or turn you immortal. I can't do either one." "Justin," she said. "Lori, I will be leaving you here. You will never see me again." Lori sat up, tears in her eyes. "No, Justin, you can't leave me. Kill me. Turn me immortal. I don't care. Just don't leave me." "It's what has to be done, Lori." Lori's sobs became harder. She knew no other life without Justin. He had become her keeper a year earlier. Since then, she only lived to please him. "Justin, if you leave me, I will kill myself. You may as well do it yourself." "Don't say that. You're being foolish." "I'm serious. If you can't kill me, than make me immortal. I don't care. Just as long as I'm with you." "You know nothing of immortality. To you it's this beautiful, mesmerizing thing. It's not, it's pain and suffering as I'm going through now." "But we'd be together. Justin, you've said it yourself. You've been by yourself since you were changed. Maybe things would be different." "But you have to kill to live, Lori. You would never survive." "You told me two immortals could live off each other with only one finding fresh blood every once in awhile." "That's a fairy tale. It's not true." "It is true. Justin, you've never lied to me. I know the others have partners. I'm not stupid." "Only Joshua has a partner. The other girls are just playthings for the others." "This arguing is stupid. Either make me immortal or I die tonight. You'll have to live with that forever." "Lori, you cannot comprehend the decision you are making. I'm letting you live." "Fuck it! I don't care! I love you too much!" she screamed. "If that's how you want it!" Justin roared and pushed her away from him. Lori stared at him with a fierce intent in her eyes. She was tired of being submissive. She was going to take what she wanted. Justin crouched at the bottom of the bed on all fours. Lori was at the top, sitting up and staring at him. A growl left Justin from deep inside his chest. He sprang forward and spread her legs. He plunged his icy cock deep inside her warm entrance. Lori gasped as he froze the inside of her. The coldness spread from her center throughout her body. Justin thrust into her as he sunk his fangs into her neck. He sucked on her with all of his strength. He drained every drop of blood from her. He let go of her limp body. Here was where he must make the right decision. He could let her die or let her feed from him and become immortal. He stared down at her face. She looked as if she was sleeping when in fact she was almost dead. His heart lurched inside his chest at the thought of her never opening her eyes again. He leaned down and bit his own tongue. He felt the warm blood fill his mouth. He parted her lips and let the blood flow from his mouth to hers. Lori's lips moved and she started to hungrily suck his tongue. It was the most passionate kiss he had ever experienced. He pushed himself inside her again. He pumped his hips into her body as she fed from him. Lori let go of his mouth and started to push her body with his. Justin arched his back in the pleasure he was feeling. He was free to love her now. He would never be lonely again. Justin made one final thrust and came, spurting the only warmth he would ever have into her. Lori felt as if he was burning her from within. Justin dropped breathlessly on top of her. He kissed her bare shoulder that was now as cold as his. He looked into her face as she stared back at him. She had the same coldness in her eyes that he possessed. They were lovers now instead of being the keeper and the kept. The Keeper of My Brother's Wife He walked into the bar and looked around. As his eyes became accustomed to the low level of the lighting and he was able to see into some of the darker recesses of the place he saw her. She was sitting at a table in the back corner and she wasn't alone. But then he hadn't really expected her to be. The guy sitting next to her had his arm draped across her shoulders and his right hand was caressing her right breast. He kept his eyes on the two of them as he stepped to the bar and ordered a Coors Light. Taking a sip of the beer he looked around the bar trying to get a feel for the place. Two middle aged guys in John Deere caps sitting at the other end of the bar, two young couples sitting in a both along the east wall of the joint, and the bartender. He wasn't looking for trouble, but it never hurt to know where some might come from. He took a long pull on the beer, set the empty down on the bar and headed for the table in the back corner. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "You are out of your fucking mind!" Donny winced and looked around. "Hold your voice down. You get too loud and the Deputy will ask you to leave." I looked over at the Deputy monitoring the visiting room and saw him looking at us. Keeping my hands in plain sight like I'd been instructed I turned and looked back at my brother. "Maybe that would be best. Get out of here before I have to listen to any more of this nonsense." "Come on Bobby, you're the only family I got. Who else can I ask?" "It doesn't matter Donny, it is an impossible task. It wouldn't matter who you asked to do it; it just can not be done! Christ Donny, you're married to her and you couldn't do it so how in the hell do you expect me to?" "That's different Bobby. I love her and I can't bring myself to use a heavy hand with her. You don't even like her so it shouldn't bother you." "Bother me? Why should I think it would bother me? You are married to the bitch and she got you thrown in jail. I got no claim on her at all Donny. I try to sit on her and I'll end up in here sharing a cell with you." "It ain't like that Bobby. The only reason I'm in here is because the asshole she was with is a Deputy Sheriff and even then I wouldn't be in here if I hadn't broken his arm. Cindy is scared right now. Her fooling around never caused anything like this before and she'll listen to you. You got to do this for me Bobby. I love her and I got to know that she will still be there when I get out." I just sat there and looked at the dumb bastard and wondered why he couldn't just pray that she would be gone when he had done his time. Cindy was a round-heeled slut, was one before Donny married her, and her wedding vows hadn't changed a thing. My brother was right when he said he knew that I didn't even like her, but I don't believe that he knew the real reason why. Cindy started coming on to me the night of the wedding reception and in the six years that she and Donny had been married she hadn't stopped trying. The real reason I didn't like her was because of what she did to me. I wanted the beautiful whore - I wanted her bad - and she knew it and played it for all it she was worth. But no matter how hard she tried and how much I wanted her she was still my brother's wife. That thought gave me an idea. "Donny, you know she runs around on you. She's a slut and nothing you have done up till now has changed that. The only way I can make sure that she is here when you get out is to move in with her or have her move in with me so I can sit on her. What happens then? You know and I know that sooner or later she will end up in my bed. What then?" Donny turned his head away and said, "Do what you gotta do Bobby, just make sure that she's there when I get out." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Cindy was not pleased when I showed up at the house and told her she had some choices to make. I'm pretty sure that she had been looking forward to 120 days (minus time off for good behavior) of unrestrained unfaithfulness so it came as a small shock to her to find out that I was going to be her babysitter. I told her what Donny had asked of me and then I spelled it out for her. "You can either move in with me or I'll move in with you. Your only other option is to pack your bags and leave town. As long as you are in this town and I can find you I will rain on your parade. So, if you stay in town the choices are my place or yours." "Get real Bobby. You can't watch me twenty-four hours a day unless you quit your job." "No, but I can keep a pretty close eye on you when I'm not working and I can spread the word that I'll not take kindly to anyone having anything to do with you while you are, what shall we say, under my protection?" "But why? Why do you care?" "Because my brother asked me to." There was a lot of pouting and whining from Cindy and I finally said, "Why don't you just make it easy on everybody and get a divorce? I know Donny loves you and is afraid of losing you, but you obviously don't give a shit about him. Why not take advantage of the fact that he is going to be in jail for the next 90 to 120 days and leave him?" "I can't." "Why not?" "Because you're wrong, I do care for him. In fact, I love him to death." You could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard her say that. I stood there staring at her and she said, "It's true, I love him." "How can you stand there and say that when everyone knows that you cheat on him every chance you get?" "I can't help it Bobby. I need sex, a lot of sex, and Donny just doesn't give it to me. Twice a week, regular as clockwork, three minutes and then he rolls off, goes to sleep and leaves me hanging. I married him because I love him, but even before we were married he wasn't giving me what I needed. I just have to go out and find someone to fuck me and make me cum. If seeing to my own sexual satisfaction because my husband won't makes me a slut then so be it." In the end she told me that she had no intention of not living in her own home so I could move in with her while Donny was still locked up. "But best you understand this Bobby, I am not going to make any allowances for you." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That night I moved in what I thought I'd need. The next day was Saturday and I didn't have to go to work. I found out as soon as I got up what Cindy had meant by her "make no allowances" remark. Cindy was already in the kitchen when I got there and she was naked as the day she was born. She saw my eyebrows go up and she said, "Get used to it. I'm usually naked when I'm home." Whether that was true or not or whether she was just pulling my chain I didn't know, but for the better part of the morning she just hustled around doing her housework nude and ignoring me. She took a shower around two and left the bathroom door open while she did and she left her bedroom door open while she dressed. I spent the whole fucking day with the mother of all hard ons and cussing myself for letting Donny talk me into being his watchdog. About six that evening Cindy called me and asked me to come to her bedroom and help her do something. I walked in the room and found her in nothing but high heels, nylons and a garter belt. "I need you to help me zip up," she said as she stepped into a black cocktail dress. "Where are you going?" "Out for some drinks and dancing." "Dressed like that, no panties or bra?" "When you are going fishing you have to use good bait." "You know that I'm not going to let anyone near you." "You will be near me and you have had a hard on all day. Who knows what might happen before we get home." Then she reached down and squeezed the bulge in my trousers, "Or we can skip going out and just get it on now. You know that you can't go the whole time Donny is gone without me getting you in my bed, at least as long as you stay here. What do you say, want to cut right to the chase?" I pushed her away from me and went to grab a sport coat. It was one of the worst evenings of my life. The bar she drove us to was jam-packed and had a loud and noisy rock and roll band. We were no sooner in the door when some guy Cindy knew grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to the dance floor. She tossed me her purse and told me to find us a table and then I spent the rest of the evening prying her away from guys who were determined to get her alone and fuck her. She went to the bathroom and when she wasn't back in what I thought was a reasonable time I went looking for her. I found her leaning against a wall just outside the woman's john while a guy kissed her and worked his hand up under her dress. Twice after a guy asked her to dance she disappeared off the dance floor and I found her in the parking lot. The first time I caught her just as she was climbing in to the guys back seat and the second time she was lying back on the hood of a car and the guy had his cock out and was getting ready to put it to her. Both times I had to get physical with the guys to get her away from them. Cindy was laughing at me as I drug her back into the bar the second time, "You think you can do this for another four months Bobby? The only way you are going to keep those cocks away from me is to do the job yourself. Come on Bobby, how about it. Let's just go home and make the bedsprings rattle. If you can go more than twice a week and three minutes at a time you can keep me off the streets until Donny comes home. Come on Bobby, what do you say?" "I say you are a bitch and it ain't never going to happen." Fifteen minutes later I caught her in a booth in a dark corner of the bar just getting ready to bend over and take a cock in her mouth. I totally lost it. I grabbed her arm and hauled her out of the booth and the guy she was with started to come out after me. I put a hand in the middle of his chest and shoved him back in the booth; "Best you stay in that booth asshole. You come out and you are going to the hospital. That's a fucking promise." I pulled Cindy along to the bathrooms and shoved her into the ladies side and told her to clean herself up. While she was in there I used my cell phone to make several calls. When she came out I took her purse away from her, got out her car keys and then, with her kicking and fighting all the way, I took her home. I had to drag Cindy out of the car and carry her into the house and when I got her in her bedroom I tossed her on the bed and told her to strip. When I told her that she stopped struggling and got a smile on her face. "I knew it, I knew you couldn't ignore me." She rolled over, "Unzip me lover." I pulled the zipper down and while she pulled the dress up over her head I unsnapped her garter belt and rolled her nylons down her legs. Cindy laid back on the bed and spread her legs, "Come on lover, show momma what you got. I got on the bed and straddled her sitting down on her chest. "Come on lover, get your clothes off and let's party." I reached for her right arm, "I forgot to tell you that I'm a little kinky" as I tied one of her nylons around her wrist. "Kinky is good, I can do kinky" she said as I tied the other end of the nylon to the bedpost. As I did the same to her left she said, "Hurry lover, hurry. I need it baby, I'm so hot I could explode." When I had her tied to the bedposts I got off her and looked at my watch. As if on cue the front door bell rang and Cindy said, "Who the hell can that be at this time of night." I smiled at her, "Your first customer." "My first customer? What the hell does that mean?" "It means that I'm going to see to it that you get what you want and help Donny at the same time. You want cock? I'm going to see to it that you get so much that you won't be able to walk and at the same time I'm going to make some money for Donny." I turned and left her to go answer the door. It wasn't what Donny wanted me to do, well, not exactly. His main goal was for me to make sure that Cindy didn't find another boyfriend and leave him before he got out of jail. It only took me that Saturday to realize that there was no way I was going to be able to stay on top of Cindy and keep Cindy away from cocks. I already knew that she would still be there waiting when Donny got out - she had told me so herself - "I love him" - so the solution to the problem of keeping her from going out looking for cock was to keep her in and see to it that she got plenty. The phone calls I made while Cindy was in the bathroom were to guys who had at one time or another expressed a desire to fuck Cindy. Donny had another problem facing him when he got out of jail; he had been ordered to pay the medical bills of the man whose arm he broke. I opened the front door and found Tom and Joe standing there. Joe said, "This is for real, right?" "Absolutely. She's in the bedroom waiting" and I stuck out my hand and each of them handed me a hundred bucks. Why were they paying for something that Cindy normally spread around for free? Because even though Cindy was a round heeled slut she was a selective slut and she only went after young, good looking guys. Tom was fat and fifty and Joe was short, bald and over weight and they never ever would have gotten a taste of her - until now. It was seven on Sunday morning when the party broke up. Donny's "hospital fund" had eleven hundred dollars in it when I closed the door behind the last man. I walked back to the bedroom and looked in on Cindy. Some time during the night the nylons had been untied and had come off. She didn't look all that worse for wear. Her pussy lips were reddish and a bit swollen and her pubic hair was wet and matted, but other than that she looked okay. She was asleep and she had a smile on her face. I pulled the covers up over her and then I went to the spare bedroom and went to bed. I came awake suddenly in the middle of what I thought was a wet dream. But it wasn't a wet dream; Cindy had her mouth on my cock and her hands were playing with my balls. I glanced over at the bedside clock and saw that it was three in the afternoon. Half of me (48% actually) said to push her away, she's your brother's wife for God's sake," but I had told Donny that the possibilities were good that Cindy and I would end up in bed together and his response had been, "Do what you gotta do." I listened to the 48% for a about half a second and then the other 52% said, "Hey dude, your cock is hard and she is giving you some great head." Majority rules, right? "Oh good, you're awake," Cindy said as she swung over me and settled down on my dick. She began to ride me, "Told you lover. I told you that you would end up where you are. I do so hope that you aren't a three minute man lover because I plan on keeping you busy the rest of the day." She started slamming down on me and I began to worry that I might indeed be a three-minute man. It had been a while since I was last laid and I just knew I was going to get off too quick. To buy myself some time I pushed her off me and rolled over on top of her. Being on top I was able to slow the pace down a little to buy me a little more time, but even so I only made it to four minutes. I came and Cindy cried out, "No, god damn it, no. Don't stop, I'm almost there." I pulled away from her and let my fingers do the walking until Cindy had her orgasm and settled down. "What the fuck is it with the men in your family? Can't any of you keep it up?" "I haven't rolled over and gone to sleep yet, have I?" "You can go again?" "As soon as it gets hard." "I can help you there lover" and she changed position and began to give me head. It took her five minutes to get me back up, but I did rise to the occasion and the second bout lasted quite a bit longer and the third even longer than that. As we lay side by side looking up at the ceiling Cindy asked, "How many times more do you think we can go today?" I glanced over at the bedside clock and said, "I don't know about me, but you are going to be good for at least twelve more. In fact your first appointment of the day should be here in about twenty minutes. You going to shower and put on some makeup or just give him my sloppy seconds?" Cindy sat up, "What? What do you mean?" I mean that a man is going to be here in twenty minutes and give me a hundred bucks to fuck you. After him there will be at least eleven more unless someone cancels out." "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" "Got to keep you busy sweetie. Got to keep you busy until Donny gets out." She sat there staring at me as the import of what I'd just said sank in and then I saw something in her eyes. Her face didn't smile, but I was pretty sure that her eyes did. "120 days huh? I guess I'd better get ready" and she dashed off to the shower.