2 comments/ 11964 views/ 1 favorites The Last Time By: Maggiebr549 She walked quickly thru the dark street, her heels making a clicking noise as she hurried along. It was chilly out, but she was perspiring, her heart beating violently in her chest. She pursed her harlot painted lips together as she walked her mind a whirl with thoughts of the night ahead. She knew what she was going was wrong but she didn't care. She was hungry, so hungry and the hunger clouded her mind like a thick blanket. She needed to see him, just once more... and then it was over. Yes, it was over, just one more fix to get him out her system and then she would be a good girl forever. A good, boring, seemingly unalive girl. She shook her head and hurried faster, pushing the guilt out of her mind as the fever of her hungry gripped her. He waited for her, pacing back and forth in the familiar hotel room. It was cold in the room, but he wasn't worried, she was always hot. His heart quickened in his chest as he thought of her. He licked his lips in anticipation, thinking of her warm body next to his. She was always starved, always willing to give him what he needed in return for what she craved. He could smell her perfume even now, hear her soft moans in his ear, and his body responded to the memories. He chuckled warmly as he glanced down at his thickening member. Soon, she will be here soon, he mumbled to himself as he looked at his watch. The hotel was insight now as she raced down the dark sidewalk. She could feel her nipples tighten as she opened the lobby door. She shook her blonde hair and straightened her blouse as she moved toward the elevator. Again, the guilt gripped her as she hit the up button. But the hunger was there, waiting to conquer the guilt. She could feel the moisture seeping thru her black satin panties as she waited impatiently for the elevator door to open. Once inside, she quickly hit the 9th floor button and threw her right hand between her legs. She moaned as she leaned against the wall, the hunger making her weak. She fondled the wetness beneath her hand as the elevator chugged slowly to the 9th floor. Finally, the door opened and she raced down the hallway, to room 919. He could hear her heels as she ran down the doorway. He smiled as he went to open the door, delighted by the sound of her apparent impatient ness. He opened the door and was greeted by a bundle of heat with long blonde hair and flashing emerald eyes. Their lips met with in a wild, frantic kiss. He pulled her from the watchful eyes in the hallway and slammed the door, still holding the moaning woman, still kissing her sweet lips. He maneuvered her toward the bed, her body rubbing a delicious friction against his. Suddenly, she stopped, her eyes blazing with passion as she looked into his soft brown eyes. "This is the last time, I swear." she rasped, her chest heaving as if she had run a marathon. "Sure, Baby", he smirked as he reached for her blouse. "Whatever you say." Gracefully, he unbuttoned her blouse, one handed, all the time looking into those fiery eyes of hers. She broke the gaze and glanced down at his pants, licking her lips. She quickly raised her eyes back to his, the hunger apparent over her flushed face. He reached behind her head and grabbed a handful of her soft hair. Gently he pushed her to her knees, knowing what she needed, what she wanted. She lunged at his zipper, clawing it down, and yanking his pants to the floor. She leaned and kissed his stomach, caressing the curly hair that trailed down. She inhaled deeply as she kissed his skin, savoring the smell of him. The hunger wailed up inside her as she rid him of his underwear and his throbbing cock sprang forth. The head was angry, purple and pulsating. She licked her lips again and glanced up to see if he was watching her. He signaled he was as he pulled her by her hair closer to his body. She parted her soft red lips and engulfed him. Her mouth was pure heat as she used it to massage his member. Slowly, she sucked him, up then down, taking her time to taste every inch of the meal she had been offered. He loved watching her face as she sucked his cock. She suckled at his cock like a woman starved. His hands felt so good in her hair. She nursed harder, her mouth moving up and down over his member. She took a breath and flicked the head of his cock with her busy tongue, then swallowed him again. He inhaled deeply and she smiled with her full mouth. She loved to hear that noise. He pulled at her long hair and tried to dislodge her before he lost his load in her heated mouth. She whined and resisted, pulling back to continue her feast. He grabbed her arms and pulled her off the floor. She fell against him and he kissed her passionately. He grabbed her arms and held them behind her back as they kissed, her soft moans of protest filling his ears. He pushed her toward the bed, still holding her arms so she couldn't touch him, her moans starting to rise in pitch as she began to struggle. She felt the bed at the back of her knees as he leaned into her, forcing her back. His body was on top of hers as they hit the bed, his lips still locked on hers, her hands trapped under her. He kissed his way down her neck, to her open blouse, nuzzling her perfumed skin. He enjoyed the way her back was arched with her hands under her, pushing her breasts even higher. The black bra gazed out at him from the open blouse, so he kissed along the edges. She caught her breath in her throat as his tongue snaked out under the lacy material to tease the hot flesh below. He then nibbled her breast thru the fabric, teasing her nipple into a hard point. "Very pretty," he mumbled, admiring his handy work. "Please," she whispered. "Please don't tease me this way." He smiled warmly at her flushed face and lowered his head to continue his assault. His cheek pushed at the bra now, brushing against the nipple and making her squirm. Finally he decided the bra needed to be off, so he unfastened it quickly, feeling lucky his little slut had worn the front closure one. He looked at her naked breasts; both nipples peaked with the rush of the cool air that accompanied their freedom. His warm hands cupped them as he leaned in close to the right one. He kissed the tip softly and was rewarded with another moan. His tongue slipped between his lips and snaked out to taste the rosy bud. She wiggled, trying to free her hands from under her so she could pull him closer. He knew she could hardly stand the teasing, but couldn't resist just a bit more. He decided to turn up the heat on his hungry partner and started to lick his way down her body, down her bare stomach to her the waistline of her skirt. His hands left her full breasts to find the zipper of her skirt. Down came the zipper, and he peeled back the fabric to find her lacy black panties. He moved his head down farther as she continued to moan and wiggle. Her hands free now as he moved to her legs, to her heat encased in the panties. He nuzzled her covered pussy, enjoying her cries in his ear and her struggles to escape the teasing. She clawed at his shirt, trying to pull it off or pull him in closer. He pushed her legs apart and buried his face between them. He could smell her excitement, her hunger. Her panties were soaked. He nuzzled a second more, then raised himself from the bed long enough to work the wet panties down her legs. He looked at her on the bed, blouse to the side, her long hair in disarray and her eyes blazing with want. She smiled at him and spread her legs... she reached out her arms to him and begged him with her moans to feed her. He slipped off his shirt and watched her. She was writhing on the bed, waiting for him, pleading with him to hurry. She wanted to feel him inside her. He enjoyed watching her suffer, and started to stroke his hard cock for her to see, teasing her by refusing her. She moaned and begged, spreading her legs wide to show him how wet she was for him, how hungry. He laughed softly and continued to stroke his swollen member. She wailed with need as she watched him stroke his beautiful cock. She knew he was teasing her and he knew how much that made her crazy. Slowly she started to smile, as she thought of how to get even. She pulled her hands to her lips. He watched her avidly, his hand still moving up and down his cock. Her tongue peeked from between her lips and she flicked it against each on of her fingers. When they are all wet on her right hand, she brought it down to her chest, and slid the wetness over her nipple. She moaned as she rubbed the pink mound into tautness. She brought her other hand down to pinch her left nipple, and gasped as it puckered to match the right. He leaned in closer to the bed, wanting to get a better look at what she was going to do next. Her right hand moved down her stomach as her left hand continued to pinch and tease the nipple there. Her fingers inched closer to her aching pussy, calling out with the hunger. He could see her swollen clit, the wetness there and started to rub his cock harder. She watched him grow more excited and plunged her hand between her quivering legs. She arched her back as her fingers touched her heated flesh, her fingers flicking at her clit. He gasped as he watched her slick fingers work her pussy, his nostrils flared at the smell of her passion. He licked his lips, trying to hold back as he watched her, but so wanting a taste of her sweetness. She thrashed upon the bed, her body flushed as she continued to manipulate her swollen clit. She could feel the bed move as he lowered himself on to it, and smiled as she knew she had won. Spreading her legs open further, she worked her button furiously, close to a pinnacle, hoping he would help her find it. He leaned in close to her heated pussy and kissed the fingers that were flying over her cunt. She sighed and slipped one glistening finger into his waiting mouth. He sucked the juice from her digit, and then nuzzled his way to the source of the nectar. His tongue danced over her clit and then dipped down to delve deep inside her. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to her overheated pussy. "Please," she breathed, "Please, I need to erupt." He answered her with a tongue to her thigh, hot and wet. She arched her back, trying to move his wandering tongue closer to her ache. He chuckled and gave her what she needed. He plunged his face into her womanhood and devoured her. He dipped his tongue deep inside her throbbing pussy, then back up to tease her clit. Back and forth, his tongue traveled over her sensitive skin. She rode his writhing tongue to her climax, coating his face with hot pussy juice. He thrilled at her cries, her passion as she came, his cock jerking in response to her wild orgasm. He kissed her thighs and her stomach as she struggled to regain her composure. He worked his way back up to her heaving breasts and licked away some of the efforts of her climax. Her moans rumbled in her throat as she recovered, enjoying the feel of his lips on her heated skin. His body moved to cover hers and she could feel his excitement growing as he pushed between her quivering legs. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his neck as he teased the entrance to her cunt with his cock. Precum mixed with her juices as he slid his cock between her lips and rubbed gently on her clit. She nibbled on his ear and whispered, "No more teasing, fuck me now." Her breath was hot on his skin and he couldn’t hold himself from her any longer. He plunged his cock the full length into her quivering slit. She screamed with passion as she felt him fill her. He pulled back and thrust himself into her tight, slick pussy, feeling her muscles cling to him as he pulled out again. Over and over he drove his cock deep inside her as she moaned and thrust her hips back to meet his. Their voices joined in perfect harmony as he continued to pound her heated pussy. She held tight to his back as she thrust her hips to meet his. Looking into her flushed face, he knew he was ready to explode. “Are you ready to be fed, my sweet?" "Please," she sighed. He withdrew his pussy soaked cock and moved it over her mouth. His rear was resting on her soft breast, his manhood glistening above her mouth. She opened her hungry mouth wide and let her tongue flick over her lips. She moved her hands to cup his ass, and tried to push him closer so she could taste him. He laughed at her hunger, and slowly lowered his cock to her waiting mouth. She licked the head, savoring the flavor of their juices mixed together. Precum dribbled onto her lips and she greedily licked it off. He watched her pretty mouth as she trained to get more of his cock inside it. Slowly he began to fuck her lips and mouth. She opened wider and let her tongue curl around the hard cock. She suckled at his cock, milking it with a hand freed from his ass. She needed to taste his sweet juice, to feel the heat of his passions on her face and lips. Faster she worked his cock, sucking and stroking him at the same time. He roared as he felt his orgasm springing forth, and watched her as suckled him. Jism came spewing from his throbbing cock, threatening to choke her as gobbled it up. She swallowed loudly and quickly as he continued to feed her. She sucked the last drop from his quaking member and smiled sweetly up at him. He slid down her body and rested against her cooling softness. She kissed his face, his lips and his eyes as he recovered, holding him close to her. Whispering in his ear, she breathed, "Just once more, I promise." He looked into her flashing green and then kissed her hard. “Whatever you want, babe.” he remarked, smiling at her. The End The Last Time I carefully descended the stone steps to the cellar, I unlocked the heavy oak dungeon door with a heavy heart and paused to admire her one last time, she knew something was wrong immediately, I suppose it was intuition. She peered through the bars of her metal cage, a five foot cube with inch and a quarter bars at three inch spacing, she was naked apart from her collar, and she looked at me from a squatting position, holding her pussy open as I taught her, a quizzical look on her little face making lines appear prematurely across her forehead, while her nipples remained soft and unexcited. "What's wrong Master?" she asked, risking an additional ten swats with the whip. "You're not supposed to speak without being asked a question," I reminded her, "Come on out we need to talk." "But Master the door is locked!" she reminded me. "And you have a key," I told her, "I'm not entirely stupid." "Yes Master." she agreed and she pulled her key from under her blanket and turned it in the lock on her cage door, and then she squatted down again but she still peered at me when she should have looked at the floor, while she slipped her fingers inside herself and slowly masturbated ready for me to throw open the cage and manhandle her to the edge of the step and ram the full length of my manhood straight into her moist softness as I loved to do every evening after work. The barred door creaked open, I remembered collecting it from the blacksmiths was it five years ago, when I first took the house, when my first bonus cheque from my first job trading futures at the bank paid for my first slave, Fuck-slut, and I had to fix up the basement myself, cementing the bars in, and the door and fixing up the special flushing hole in the floor like Middle Eastern people use. I found when you're earning good money you can't get a woman to love you, you as a person, they just see a wallet, a credit card, a big house, so after a string of lying cheating so called girl-friends Firman, from Human Resources suggested I use an exclusive brothel which had an arrangement with the bank and then after a while when my preferences became known it was suggested I purchase my own sex slave and I was invited to my first auction. A warehouse near Slough, railway arches near Kings Cross, an office complex near Canary Wharf, even a disused factory unit near Hatfield, the venues for the auctions were as varied as the format was the same, a stage, a circulating area and backstage holding areas and of course an auctioneer, I became part of that scene for a while, trading, changing girls every few weeks until I found my Kitten. With hindsight Fuck-slut, my first fuck slut that is, needed psychiatric help, she thrived on beatings, loved me to call her bitch or slut and the more violent our sex the more she liked it. I sold her on, at a profit, she was too much for me, and I, too mild for her. Then there was Caroline, Fuck-slut two or Cunt as I called her, she was quite ugly really, dark and ugly, not plain like number one but ugly, slightly dark skinned but dark hair, head, pubes, under arms, real dark but she seemed perfect at the time and when John D'arcy led her out on stage my heart skipped a beat, she was so compliant, obeying his every command no matter how softly spoken, from displaying her remarkable gymnastic ability before squatting and holding herself wide open as a finale that I just dived right in with a ridiculous offer even before the auctioneer asked for bids, John was delighted even though no one topped it and that started a fortnight of convoluted love making which threatened to destroy my back and then when I tired of her there was Anna. I think Anna came from Pakistan originally, slightly dark skinned, unbroken, surly a challenge, I'm sure she had no papers, I didn't lock her cage or the doors in case she had been abducted and wished to escape but she stayed with me for a while until I swapped her for Georgia, gloriously voluptuous Georgia who loved me to whip her nipples but she was too much for me, built for comfort not speed, she needed the pampering I lacked the time for and then there was Dana, from Poland, blonde, natural blonde, and, well several more until Kitten came along. It wasn't love at first sight, my first thought was horror as she was dragged naked and unwilling onto the stage, "This is Katie, Ladies and Gentlemen, Katie has signed form C in respect of a debt of several thousand pounds." Form C voluntary slavery agreement, an agreement which was generally anything but voluntary, usually a young girl in hock to a loan shark and was usually bought by a brothel. She looked rough, her back and breasts criss crossed with the red marks of repeated beatings, her spiky blonde hair dyed red in blotches, and the piercings through eyebrow and nose, nipples and clit looked more like a cry for help than a fashion accessory, she looked just like she had been dragged in off the street. "Do I hear three thousand?" Steve our auctioneer asked. There were barely a dozen of us in the warehouse, our breath was condensing in the cold air as she stood before a mean three bar electric fire. "Five hundred," I offered. "Oi Jefferson, you're taking the mickey!" her minder an East-ender named Harrison announced. "This is a no reserve auction," Steve explained, "I have a bid of five hundred." he said, "Any advance?" She glared at me as she squatted there and held herself open and glared so nastily that no one bid for her, "Sold to S 120." he announced, it took a second to register that she was mine. Transport costs soon bumped that up to the two thousand Harrison insisted she owed him and he delivered her gagged, leashed and bound at three that morning, a sad angry humiliated little fuck-slut bound and ready for anything. I used to drag her out by her collar and whip her according to how naughty she had been and then when her blonde hair grew long enough I would use that to drag her out instead, but somehow I started simply raping her without whipping her, I suppose it saved time, simply fucking her hard, and then when I had cum I would have her lick her juices and my cum from my manhood and when she had finished I would be nice and hard in time for a nice slow fuck. She purred like a kitten when she was enjoying herself, and bit by bit I stopped calling her a bitch because that seemed too canine for such a feline creature and Fuck-slut seemed too crude, and called her "Kitten," because really she was very beautiful, not when she first came because she was wild and largely untamed, but since I got her the wide screen TV and the music system for her spacious soundproofed dungeon she had lost that scrunched up look and she really did look like she belonged on the cover of a decent porno mag. I peered at her, she had been showering upstairs again, I could tell, and her hair didn't style itself to look that good. "We need to talk." I announced, as I stared at her critically, she really did have a gorgeous body, really firm breasts, not too big, or hard, but firm yet soft and yielding. "You're tense Master, please use me then we can talk." she replied confidently, as she followed my every movement with her deep blue eyes. "No, it wouldn't be fair." I replied. "Master," she said, "Please, I have needs too." I looked at her as she sat back ready to lie on her back. "No, Kitten this is serious, sit up properly and listen, I'm in big trouble," I told her, and I waited while she moved to the doorway and sat on the step, "I don't know if you heard but the trading arm of the bank job ceased trading last month which meant my job has effectively disappeared , I'm just tidying up loose ends, I've done the sums and I've had an offer on this house which I shall accept, because without the job I can't afford to run the house and pay the mortgage, which leaves you." "Take down you trousers Master, you'll feel better after." she suggested. "Who said you could speak?" I asked, "I'll damn well thrash you if you speak again." "Yes Master, it will do you good to take your frustrations out on me Master." she agreed. "No, I wouldn't be fair," I suggested, and indeed it was despair not frustration that I felt. "Perhaps I could be permitted to suck while you talk Master?" she offered. "No, you need to listen carefully." I explained, "What do we do with you?" She looked at me expectantly. "What would you like to do?" I asked, "I could get a very good price for you at auction but," I paused, "That's because you are unmarked," "Yes Master," she agreed. "But you are very naughty aren't you?" I challenged, "Mrs Harris gave you the keys for emergencies like fires, not so you could sneak out and use my shower instead of washing in the bucket of cold water I provide." Mrs Harris was my housekeeper, confidante, a sort of surrogate mother figure, she got my meals, made the beds, everything except shared my bed, but she had her husband Tom for that. "Yes Master." she agreed. "Or use the Gym at the Leisure centre." I suggested, "Hair at Pauline's, coffee at Starbucks, I'm surprised you haven't got your own car." Her jaw dropped in utter amazement. "There's nowhere to park." she said. "Because you passed your driving test in May I believe." I challenged. "Yes Master." she agreed, "I had lessons, how long have you known?" "Months," I replied, "But you keep coming home?" I queried, "Why?" She just blushed and looked away."I wait until Mrs Harris goes in the morning and get back before she starts dinner," she explained. "You treat my dungeon like an Hotel!" I accused her. "Master," she said, "An Hotel with extras," and giggled. "Very funny." I agreed. "I'm sorry Master," she said, "But when I escaped, that first time I was frightened, I borrowed clothes from your room, and ran away but I had no money so I came home again." "Yes?" I agreed. "And so next time I went upstairs and phoned Mummy." she explained, "She thought I was dead, but I told her I was clean of drugs and I asked her for fifty pounds." she said looking really sheepish. "Go on," I suggested. "She refused." she said, "But then I found your computer." she explained "And you should really have a stronger password than "master" and I e-mailed her and she sent." She stopped suddenly guiltily. "So was Mrs Harris in on this?" I asked. "Oh no, but she never checks the post in the mornings." she reminded me, "So I was able to open an on line bank account,and get a credit card," she gushed "And they pay my unemployment benefit by direct debit." "What?" I asked. "Unemployment benefit." she said. "So you have spending money, and free accommodation and food, effectively just for a few swats of the cane?" I asked. "And you Master," she added, "Every morning and night you hold me and make everything seem right." "I rape you, you stupid girl!" I exclaimed. "I think we both know that''s not true." she insisted, "Perhaps to start with, when you kept trying to force yourself up my bottom and used the whip, but not now, it's just nice." "Oh great sounds like you keep a diary," I challenged. "Facebook," she replied. "Oh bloody hell." I sat on the floor, with my back against the low plinth the cage was set on, she climbed out and stood before me then she kneeled down and kissed me, her hands went to my tie and then my shirt buttons and she peeled my white shirt off me and she put it over her own shoulders, pushed her arms down the sleeves and buttoned it up. "Do I look sexy Master?" she asked as she undid my trouser belt. My tool answered for me as it strained, "Oh good!" she answered, and she positioned herself so she could sink down on me. She sort of coooed as she slipped down my tool, and then when she was all the way down she said, "Master, if I wasn't your slave would you ask me out on dates, go to dinner?" I could see how desperately she wanted me to say yes, but it wouldn't be fair, "No, you're just a fuck-slut," "Liar!" she said and she kissed my cheek as she began to bounce up and down, "I love you Master." "I love you Katherine," I admitted, she looked shocked, she stopped bouncing and suddenly I could hold out no longer and all the pent up anger and frustration burst from me in a solid jet of fiery cum. "Don't pretend," she said, "This is serious for me." "Freudian slip," I admitted, "But I can't imagine life without you." She grinned happily and went to suck my penis clean. "Fuck-slut," I said brutally, "No," and I wrapped her long blonde hair around my forearm and forced her to stand. "Master that hurts," she said. "Ten lashes for a complaint that must make eighty so far?" I warned her as I forced across the stone slabs of the dungeon floor and up the stone steps to the ground floor of my spacious Georgian town house, past the Kitchen where Mrs Harris was making dinner, up the wide staircase to the first floor and on to the second floor where my own bedroom / dressing room / bathroom suite was situated. I threw her on the bed and covered her pressing my chest against her, crushing her breasts and then as she cried out I began to rape her mouth with my tongue. She dug her long nails into my buttocks gouging, scratching and raking long bloodied trails across my back and then suddenly her hands were reaching for my manhood and she was forcing it in her once more. "Oh Master, you're so passionate tonight." she gasped. "Me, what about you?" I retorted, but it was time for a long slow fuck now I decided, a lovely floaty gentle experience, an idea which lasted all of five seconds as she kissed my neck and I went back to pounding her. It was too much everything went dreamy, I was riding in the grand national, driving a rally car and everything became a blur but then I sort of woke then Mrs Harris called "Dinner is served," she put her head round the door and said "Oh!" She had pulled the bedclothes over us and she lay there with her hair across the pillow like she was on the front cover of some soft porn mag, the stupid thing was she looked so right. "Dinner time," I announced. "I'll set an extra place sir." Mrs Harris suggested. Kitten gently rubbed my back, "I had better put something on those scratches," she said, "Sorry." "Sorry Master," I corrected her. "I think that chapter is closed now," she said quietly, "I think we've moved on." She reached up and undid her collar and laid it on the bed, we both stared at it. "Yes." I agreed, "Katherine," "Kitten will do," she said "But I'll call you Stephen for now." "So, Kitten, what do we do now?" I asked. "Dinner," she replied firmly. I dressed again, she just wore my shirt again and we went down to dinner, she looked at the chicken leg, usually she gnawed the meat from the bone but today she used her knife and fork, and instead of water from a dog bowl she drank non alcoholic wine from a glass. "You makes a lovely couple and no mistake," Mrs Harris declared as she cleared the main course and brought the sweet, fruit in syrup instead of the whole oranges and apples Kitten was used to. "We need to talk," I explained. "Yes," she agreed, "I don't want to be sold," she insisted, "I know you could get a lot of money for me but, well, it's been too long Master." "Too long Kitten?" I queried, "Two years?" "Nearly three Master, they captured me when I overdosed after I was thrown out of Uni and then you bought me and I've been here ever since." "Yes," I agreed, "nearly three years, gosh," "That's longer than some marriages!" she explained, "So if there has to be change well, I don''t want to lose you." "No," I agreed, "Four kids, Ivy around the porch." "Don't make fun of me," she said, "I can see you coming home tired and weary after a hard day at the pig farm." "Hey!" I retorted, "Things aren't that bad." "Stephen can we talk later, I want to watch TV for a while so I'll see you back here in your bedroom at eleven, is that all right?" she asked. "Katherine, you don't need to be quite so assertive," I suggested. "No," she agreed, "But, well, perhaps we can talk later," and she flounced away. I let her go, but I was curious so I followed her downstairs, and then went down to the dungeon, she wasn't watching the TV, she was curled up in her cage crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I'm frightened." she said, "What will happen to me?" "I don't know," I explained, "I have to down size, I have to sell this house I have to find us somewhere to live." "Promise you won't sell me?" she pleaded. "No, not if you don't want me to?" I suggested. "No!" she replied, "I want to be your Kitten." "Then stay with me," I suggested, "It won't be the same, we won't have room for a dungeon, but well," I paused, scared that she would turn me down, "Dammit I haven't slept with anyone else for over two years, I'm used to you, I need you." "Really?" she asked incredulously. "Yes really," I agreed, she slid out of the cage, uncurled herself and flung her arms and legs around me. "Do you remember when I came?" she asked. "Oh god do I," I agreed, Oh my god, she had facial piercings, eyebrows and nose, in addition to her nipples and clit hood, which went septic one after another and she had lacquered spiky blonde hair dyed red in places, bright red, vermillion, not the rust colour of real red heads, and clad in a cut off denim jacket and leather boots and collared leashed and gagged and mad as a march hare but beautiful, she stared at me as if challenging me to a battle of wills. The actual reason I bought her so amazingly cheaply, was as I was to discover, drugs, I commented "No one told me you were hooked on Heroin, I don't think either of us slept at all that first week." "You tied me to a cross and you refused to get me a fix, I hated you so much!" she reminded me. "I saw it, hatred, passion," In told her, "And I knew that first rape would be really special, it's just the bruised testicle that was not in my plan, you kneed me in the groin or had you forgotten." "How could I forget!" she agreed, "But next time you tied my ankles behind my neck and hands to my side and you just did it." "Like fucking a frozen chicken," I suggested, "But even then other girls seemed tame compared to you, and as you got into the role, well, you were all I needed." I felt myself stiffen, "New rule, Kitten sleeps in Master's bed." I ordered. "I don't want to sleep," she said, "Sleeps and plays, I meant," I explained, "And she wears clothes." I added. "Clothes Master?" she asked innocently. "The ones you have stashed in all sorts of strange places," I told her, "I'm not completely naive, we'll put them in my wardrobe tomorrow, but for now just come upstairs with me." I suggested, "And tomorrow you can learn to cook and clean." "Thank you Master," she said, "Is it bedtime?" "No, come sit with me, in the lounge, just relax." I suggested. "Master," she said, "Can I have a car?" "Yes, you'll need one for work." I was winding her up. "Mummy said she'll buy me one,when I pass my test," she stated, "And I've passed my test." "You've been seeing your Mother?" I asked. "Yes we meet in town on Thursdays, and Grandma she wants to meet you, I told her we are lovers." she said. "Are you the most disobedient slave of all time?" I asked. "Yes Master," she agreed. "Well perhaps you'll make a better lover." I suggested and I turned the TV on and she curled up on the couch and we watched a really exciting program all about finance. I woke at 2 a.m. my back hurt, I had fallen asleep in my chair and so had Kitten so I hoisted her in my arms and took her to my bed and climbed in beside her. She woke me with a blow job and before I could get breakfast I had a phone call from Mr Grayson head of personnel at the Bank, "Look Stephen, we may have been a bit hasty so we've decided to retain a presence in the trading arena, commodities, futures that sort of thing, keep our hand in so to speak and wondered if you would like an interview." The Last Time "Yes, when?" I asked. "Nine fifteen and bring your young lady would you, oh and it's the board room." "Young Lady?" I queried. "Yes, that long legged beauty you keep hidden." he suggested. It was a nightmare, the was no time, "Kitten you have to come to the bank, have you anything to wear." She rushed away to return in moments with a little black dress, a yellow twin set and something hideous in blue. "Which one Master?" she asked. "Yellow, do you have shoes." "Yes Master sensible or posh?" "Sensible?" I replied and she scuttled away to return with some surprisingly sensible black low heeled shoes which somehow set off her long legs to perfection. "How do I look?" she asked anxiously. "Ok, but, handbag, purse, do you have one." "No!" she said, "I use a canvas bag sorry." I thought furiously. Jewellery, I had some somewhere, the Cartier watch I bought for Julie, some pearls I won at poker, my grandma's old treble clef brooch and the engagement ring I bought for Marcia before I found she was bonking Steve Wilkins from accountancy. I fished them from the drawer in my bedside table, I set the watch and handed it to her before I slipped the string of pearls around her neck, and then I gave her the brooch which set her jacket off nicely before I took the ring and offered it to her. It almost fitted, a bit loose perhaps on her ring finger but she smiled happily enough as she moved her hand to watch the diamonds sparkle in the light. I stared, she really was beautiful, classically beautiful, not just sexy, I started to stiffen but there was no time, so I struggled to get dressed, this was maybe my last lifeline and I wasn't going to blow it, luckily Mrs Harris had looked after my shirts and suits so I was able to look presentable after a month or so wandering about dressed casually, and as quickly as we could we rushed down to the mews and climbed into the Range Rover. "There's plenty of room for a MNI for me," Kitten remarked as I struggled to ease the Range-Rover through our narrow rear entrance, and then with an angry crackle and a cloud of diesel fumes we were away into the traffic. I found a space on level minus four of the Bank's underground car park, and we went to reception in the express lift where Miss Myles intercepted us before we could sign in and she ushered us to the Director's elevator which whisked us straight to the boardroom floor. She asked us to wait in the ante room, before opening both boardroom doors slightly to announce "Mr Jefferson and a young Lady sir." and then she pushed to doors wider allowing Kitten and I through to face the board. "Ha Jefferson," Fairbrother announced, "You know everybody do you?" he asked. "Yes, this is Katherine." I explained. "Rather an unnecessary introduction," Sir Alan observed, "And how are you Katherine?" She squirmed uncomfortably. "I'm very well thank you daddy." she said, my jaw must have dropped a foot, "I would have told you," she said. "Well you certainly look well," he observed, "Am I to take it you didn't know you had been living with my daughter for the past six months?" Sir Alan asked. "She was a bit evasive, sir." I explained. "Always was bloody devious," he admitted, "My dear lady wife didn't tell me until last week but I suppose it could have been worse." "Yes sir." "So that's why we're offering you the position of head of Trading," Sir Alan offered, "But don't get too excited, there won't be much in the way of bonuses and the salary is only slightly more than your present one." "Is this because of Katherine and I sir?" I asked. "Of course it is you bloody fool." he replied. "Stephen are you going to let him speak to you like that?" Katherine asked. "If it gets me a job then he can swear like Liverpool docker as far as I'm concerned." I explained. "The lady wife doesn't want you scarpering off to the States or something silly." he suggested, "What do you say?" "Yes, thank you very much!" I agreed, "Can I take a weeks leave?" "Yes, bugger off there's sod all to do," Sir Alan agreed without bothering to consult the rest of the board, "Starting Monday." "Daddy, why the rush, I haven't had a holiday in ages," Katherine exclaimed as she flashed the diamonds of her ring. "Ah!" Sir Alan exclaimed, "Sunday Lunch, no excuses, and perhaps a months leave might be appropriate?" he asked as he looked around, "Good, Good that's decided." he announced, "So if you will excuse us there is rather a lot to get through." Our world had changed, Kittens and mine in less than 24 hours, she was no longer the plaything to keep hidden but the key to my future employment, something to show off as much as possible, but she still wanted my approval now the drunken and drugged party animal she once was had gone for ever, so she drank alcohol free wine without demur and yet when we got home she still wanted me to take her like I always had except in my bed and not the dungeon, hard and passionate followed by slow and loving. I often think back to that last time, we have dismantled the cage now and painted the cellar or dungeon white and I'm building a model railroad for William down there, he's a bit young for it at three years old but at over thirty feet long it will take years to finish and he really needs somewhere safe to play away from his sister Amy who is eighteen months and Katherine is already feeling broody again. But I'll never forget her, squatting there, holding herself open for me in the cage that Last Time. The End The Last Time Her eyes stared at the ceiling. Or the blackness that was the ceiling. This nightly ritual of falling asleep alone was starting to fatigue her. The more she slept, the less rested she felt and it had been three days. Three days she had been alone. She scratched the backs of her arms, crossing them over her chest and bedspread. She thought about him. It had been three days since they last spoke and more than that since they had... Well, counting made the throbbing too intense for sleep and the dreams she had after the waking memories were why she was exhausted. She had already thought about it though, and her mind couldn't stop the replay. She had already thought about the last time they had made love. It was perfect. They had fought because of the laundry. Three days ago she packed up all her clean clothes and left the damn laundry basket overflowing. It was too much. For such a sexy man, he had made their apartment; she shook her head, his apartment, a dump. His deep brown eyes, like chocolates in the sun, and framed with the darkest thickest lashes she had ever seen on a man, flashed in the darkness of her ceiling. She wrapped her arms around her tighter, not letting them glide down her body to where she needed them most. She was hoping her mind wouldn't torture her again, but the eyes left and she imagined his silky lips and how plump they felt pressed up to hers. It was the perfect balance of give and take with him. His kisses could be just on the lips, heartfelt with emotion as he softly caressed her face with one hand, or raw and unbridled with lust, causing the butterflies in her stomach to fly downwards and cause a pressure so intense that only he could release. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her, and tears started to well up. If she wasn't going to release the tension she carried, she would just cry it off. When they had gotten into the relationship, it was about puppy love and lust. When the love died off, the sex fueled them for a while, almost too long. The laundry pile saved her from becoming someone she would have hated; a woman locked in a relationship because she thought it was the best she would ever get. The last time, the last time had started at her friend's Farewell party. She was wearing her favorite red dress and black heels to celebrate. He had come up behind her and pulled the short skirt up to smooth his hands across the cleft of her ass. She had become breathless at the feel of his hands, her laughter cut off abruptly. Suddenly the laughter and nostalgia had faded to hunger. Thankfully no one noticed that the flush on her cheeks was not from the wine she had consumed, but the digits that ghosted gently over the puckered skin between two hills. They left in a rush, she hugging her friend and promising to visit her new home, he grabbing their things for departure. Thankfully he drove, but she couldn't keep her hands off of him specifically the tent that had formed in his dress slacks. He smirked when she unbuttoned the slacks, but inhaled sharply when she drew her fingers lightly from the base to the glistening tip. She would have laughed if not for the hunger he had started in her. They hadn't even pulled out into traffic before she unbuckled her seatbelt to lower her mouth to his mushroom head. He groaned as she dragged the skin of her tongue from his shaven jewels to the crown and back again. In a ragged voice she couldn't resist he said, "Please suck it, baby." She smiled around the head as he grabbed her shoulder with his hand and gripped while she bobbed the head back and forth into the opening of her throat, the rest of her mouth relaxed. He breathily chuckled at her feistiness, but the laugh caught in his throat when she pressed her tongue tightly against the shaft. When it went further and deeper into her mouth, the suction caused him to stop breathing; she didn't stop until she felt the tightness and pressure of him in her throat, her nose brushing his pubic bone. He began to breathe again with a moan as she pistoned her head back and forth, allowing the head to tickle her uvula at the back of her throat. He slapped her ass and let his fingers rest at the hole while she trembled and moaned. "If you're a good girl, I will go inside," he said in a choked tone. She nodded, his member still in her throat. She let out another whimper as he slipped his fingers further down between her legs and lips of her cunt. She was so wet. He chuckled as she wiggled her ass up further for easier access. She had paused with her lips barely on the head, while he slowly sunk one finger in her tight wet center. "Am I going to have to beg?" He asked, pumping his finger in and out, the natural lubrication making it slippery as he slid his hand back up to her ass. She trembled, but when he took his other hand and placed it on her neck, she pressed her lips further down until he had entered her throat completely. Their breaths became short gasps now as she swallowed, moaned, and hummed around his cock. She slowly dragged her mouth up softly sucking with an upwards swipe of her tongue under the head then a quick downward thrust causing him to buck into her throat. His fingers probing at her back entrance causing her pace to falter as she moaned. His fingers scissored into her entrance, and when he pressed down towards her pussy, she started moaning in earnest. She pressed back into him while he began thrusting into her throat, garbling her moans into a syncopated rhythm of moan and hum. She saw stars, screaming and trembling increasing as she came. The movement and passion brought him to the brink, and with a groaned warning of, "Oh god. I'm about to..." he held her head in place as he thrust as far as he could, shooting his spunk deep down her throat. To thank him for her orgasm, she took her time coming up from her position with his still hard cock in her throat. Making him tremble, she spent an extra second lightly caressing and surrounding his tip with her tongue and lips. "You just wait until we get home," he said to her, gripping her legs as she sat back down in her seat. She licked her lips, "Bring it on," she countered. "Oh god," she thought to herself, the blackness of the ceiling coming back into focus. She hadn't thought about that night for at least a week. The crying and yelling of their last moments together had kept her from wanting him. Her body was starting to tingle and she tried desperately to cling to the room she was in, to not get drowned again in memories, delicious memories. The rest of the ride was wrought with tension. She was still buzzing, but he kept playfully pushing her hands away saying, "Wait until we get there. I'll make it worth your while." but she was impatient. She started getting snappy, and her alcoholic buzz was just making her hornier. The radio wasn't helping either. Every song was a song she wanted to grind on him to. After a few honks from other cars he pushed forward, later they arrived home. She was in a better mood, but still frustrated. He had swerved intentionally to get her to pull her dress down after she flashed a car full of frat boys. "It was just harmless fun," she said to him, smiling as she gazed up at him. His smile was stiff; he hadn't appreciated her delight at their calls. "I'll believe that when they see who you belong to," he said to her, grabbing her to him by their front door, slamming it behind them. He pressed her up against the door the lone jacket hanging there was rubbing her back while he felt every inch of her front with his hands. "I don't belong to anyone," she choked out as he ghosted his lips along her neck and licked under her ear. She could feel her face flushing and watched as his eyes started glazing over in lust as she mewed for him. He kissed her into the door, alternating between hard and soft, playing with her, battling back and forth with her lips until she was using him and the door as support. He only pressed into her more, sliding a leg in between hers and using the advantage to start kissing down her chest. Her heart was starting the thrum in a familiar melody as his hands slid up from her hips, taking her slinky red dress with it. He smiled when she meekly raised her arms, but the smile widened when he saw she was wearing his favorite black lace bra. She was on fire, despite standing almost naked in their apartment, because his hands were all over her. Sliding his rough palms across her stomach, down her thighs and using the pads of his fingers to softly play with the lips of her opening; he was pushing her past her limits. She twitched into his fingers as he lightly ghosted his fingers around her clitoris, bumping his knuckle on the hood. It was swollen and quite wet, her thighs showing a gleaming testament to her orgasm earlier, and the knuckle was like pressing a button. "Please," she whimpered to him as he pressed his hand flat against her mons with his thigh. "Please, what?" he murmured into her neck. She pushed him away from her while breathing heavily. He looked like he was about to refuse, but no sound came out of his open mouth when she dropped to her knees and started unbuttoning his jeans. No more time for smiles as she let his pants drop to the floor. While looking up into his eyes, she let her hands glide up his legs, from foot to hip, alternating a waving pattern from inside his thighs to the outer sides. He grabbed her hands and yanked her up from the ground, throwing her into their kitchen. She laughed as she clumsily grabbed the counter to steady herself, looking back over her shoulder at him while she spread her legs. He surged forward, the muscles on his chest twitched as he took off his shirt. She heard a rip when it got stuck, but didn't say anything because he was standing right behind her. His member grazed her ass cheeks, tickling her with his warm presence. Her eyes lit up when he picked up the half full wine bottle next to her on the counter, thinking he was going to pour them a glass to share. Instead, he took a swig and then dragged the cold bottom of the bottle across her back, watching her shiver and throw her head back at the new sensation. He let it drag all the way down before pouring some down her back. She gasped then moaned when he started to lick the trail it had made down her back. "Turn around," he murmured to her, his breath smelling like wine and his musk. She obeyed, leaning her back onto the cool counter. Her breath hitched when his hands gripped her hips and pulled them forward so her legs were splayed away from the counter. He dropped to his knees and she shut her eyes. It was all feelings; the cold counter, his hands on her legs, and his warm breath wafting on her pussy. She expected a warm tongue, a finger, two fingers, a dick, anything but the cold mouth of the bottle. "Hey!" she said, trying to raise her head to see what he was doing, but his arm held her back onto the counter. "Trust me, I just want to try this." he told her, soothing her with soft touches with the bottle on her wet vaginal lips. She relaxed into the cold counter. He took this as acceptance and started to softly squeeze the bottle into her opening. She tensed for a quick second, but the bottle was warmer from her skin and she relaxed momentarily. He slid it back out and in again. That time she felt as a hard liquid; it felt good in a new way. The next time, the ridged mouth passed through her opening and she gasped in ecstasy. That had felt really good. She could hear his breathing accelerate, but didn't care as he pulled the mouth of the bottle out just enough to pass her opening before sliding it ever so slowly back in. The ridges kept catching on her sweet spot and he brought her to the brink. She was panting and trembling, so ready to cum, but felt feverish when he gently took the bottle out of her. Surprised, she felt the bottle at her lips, and could taste herself on the mouth as he poured some wine into her mouth. He stared at her in hunger; his pupils were so dilated that there was barely a ring of hazel brown around a sea of black. "My turn." he said in a low growl, walking forward and helping her sit on the counter while holding her legs. She wrapped them around him as he stepped forward. They couldn't kiss, could only stare as he slowly pressed his thick rod into her wet little hole. "Thank God!" she moaned as he slid all the way in, filling her and stretching her just the way she liked it. He groaned as she started feeling like she was going to cum. There were no more words, only animalistic groans and moans, punctuated by the slopping wet sounds of their bodies melding and separating. He never sped up for her, but evened out the thrusts and allowed himself to go deep and smooth; her screaming moan almost seemed out of place. Her moans had increased, so had the trembling from her clenching pussy. When she screamed, she tightened and relaxed so quickly it was starting. "You alright?" he asked, slowing pulling out from her drenched cavern. "That... was...amazing!" she whispered then whimpered when he jerkily thrust back in at her words. "Baby, fuck me and make me cum. And when you cum, make sure you let me drink it all up." she moaned, looking him right in the eyes. He started pumping faster, his face a mask as he pulled her off the counter and turned her around to where her stomach was on the counter. She laid her hot face on the counter as he started sliding in and out of her, causing her to tingle and moan anew. "That's right, cum for me again." he called to her, feeling her spike higher in pleasure as he rubbed her g-spot with his head on every thrust. The angle of penetration, his husky chuckles at her moans, and the rubbing of the counter on her nipples was too much. She barely got out, "Fuck," before she saw stars and felt wetness cascade down her legs. His chuckles cut off and she felt him speed up and grip her hips more tightly. "Oh fuck. I like when you cum so hard for me squirting all over my dick because you love it so much." He grunted to her, smacking her ass when she moaned even harder and clenched her pussy even tighter around his dick. She was starting to see stars and he was going so fast; she didn't think she could stop the flood of cum that was about to spurt from her. He started moaning with her as he jackhammered into her; both of them getting louder and faster. With a quake she felt her orgasm begin and she started screaming, "YES! Oh my fucking GOD YES!" as he started shaking convulsively with groans and grunts. She saw stars and the pleasure started from the fat cock deep inside her to her hips and stomach and through her body; waves of pleasure that had to escape, gushing from her as she felt him pour his seed inside her. It all came out in a wave on the floor, white spunk mixed with the clear liquid of her cum. He was twitching softly when her pussy sporadically clenched in a pleasure wave. "Thank you, baby." he said to her, brushing his sweat covered lips across her neck, causing her to shiver and clench around him in pleasure. He breathed in roughly as he slid his cock out of her pussy. She moved closer to the counter so she had less of her torso to hold up with her shaky legs. That's when she saw the floor and his legs; covered in shiny cum. "Let's take a shower, yeah?" she said to him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Fuck," she thought to herself. The memory of her orgasms weren't enough tonight. The ceiling wasn't getting any lighter, but she knew she needed to cum soon or tomorrow was going to be hell. With a heavy heart but eager hands, she tossed off her covers and slipped her pajama pants down her legs and with a few kicks off her legs. She spread her legs and tentatively stroked her labia. Wet. Drenched. Her excitement kicked up a notch as she circled the skin around her clit. Her breaths weren't rhythmic, catching a breath when she wasn't cycling the hood with her slippery fingers; it wasn't very long before she started feeling like she had when she was remembering that night. She started to play with her clit in earnest, her hips twitching forward as if reaching and opening for the dick she was craving. She had to start tossing her head back and forth and running her left hand up her stomach to her breast; so close. Almost there... breathing in, so fucking... Ugh. Yes. Yes. She was barely breathing now, her finger rocking back and forth at light speed. Yes. Yes. Oh god. She had to moan now. She had to say something. She had to breathe. She opened her mouth and breathed in. Yes. Oh god. "Fuck me, harder." she said aloud, almost expecting a response. Glorious! Her orgasm exploded in her next breath, spreading from her clit through her pussy to her fingertips and toes. She fell into the mattress breathing heavily as with every breath the tingles and shocks of her orgasm tickled through her clit. Yes. She could go to sleep, finally. The Last Time So this was it. Our last time to play with Brendan. We had discussed it a few times, and figured, well hell, why not! Although things were much harder to organise now, they were not impossible, and it just seemed a shame to let things finish without one final final blowout. So I placed the call, (well I asked him at work one day) and we fixed up a date that worked well for us. The anticipation was the worst thing, the day was over a week away, and the thoughts of what might happen just kept running through my head. I knew that Brendan would be in an even worse state. He knew it was the last time, and I fully expected him to be up for anything, and to try to push his luck like never before. So the day arrived. As usual it was an after work date. You were obviously already at home, and with Amelia spending the afternoon at your mums. You weren't dressed yet, but you were all showered. We kissed as soon as I made it through the door. I slipped my hand into your bathrobe, and felt your wonderfully smooth pussy, freshly shaved just for today. I was already hard, and your hand rubbed me through my straining trousers. I need to shower though, Brendan was due in 20 minutes or so. Exiting the shower, I walked into the bedroom to find you dressed and ready for action. Well I Say dressed, there wasn't much too it really. Heels, stockings, some impossibly see through knickers, and a bra. No outfit this time, this was clearly going to go straight to action! We went downstairs, and waited nervously on the sofas, cameras ready. We always recorded these events so that we could enjoy them later. You had your customary glass of wine beside you, and I noticed that you'd already had half a bottle, things were shaping up well. We had laid our usual ground rules down, but as this was the last time, I didn't really have any. I'd said that he couldn't fuck you, but the thought of seeing him slide all over and up your bum was incredibly arousing, and I had always wanted to see the tip of his cock part your lips. For your part, you'd listened to me, but said that things wouldn't go further than before. Sucking was allowed and you'd let him finger you, and to be honest I was fine with that, but you know, I had to ask just in case! The doorbell went. I don't think I'd ever been harder. The waiting was over, and the last time was about to begin. I opened the door to Brendan, who had the widest smile that I had seen on him for a while. I always liked showing you off, knowing that other men coveted you, but that only I could have you. For Brendan, this was always clearly a treat, and he had done well to keep our secret for so long. He walked in, clearly ogling you. The chit chat was the usual stilted self, some talk of how the day had been nothing of any note. Not surprising really when sat over from him was a lingerie clad wife, who at some pint he was going to see naked. You were sat opposite from us. We picked up the cameras and immediately began to snap away. You posed as you always did, loving the attention of the two men in front of you. The bra came off more or less straight away, your wonderful breasts coming into view. Brendan expressed his pleasure at seeing them, complimenting you on your firm boobs. It didn't take long, but Brendan was already rubbing himself though his trousers, his erect cock evidence of what you were doing to us both. Brendan as always wasted no time. He asked if he could feel your boobs. He'd done it before, even sucked your nipples a few times, and I had always enjoyed seeing him do it, although it had always been brief! And that was the first of a few surprises that day. You walked over to him, dressed just in knickers, stockings and heels, and slowly straddled him, pressing your boobs to his face. This was amazing. He took a nipple in his mouth, but it was seeing you sat over him that did it for me. You had your thinly clad shaven pussy pressed onto him through his trousers. I could see him bulging through the material, and it was a fantastic sight. I took the chance to move behind you, filming this amazing scene for later use, your pussy just inches from his cock. I shouldn't have liked it, but the view was just too good. It was nothing we hadn't done before, but somehow this was ruder than anything so far. It was the last time, and it felt like it. I couldn't wait anymore, and I didn't think you could either -- it was my turn for some fun. Grabbing your arm I pulled you over, my cock already free from my trousers. You sat willingly on me, your firm breasts at my eye level. Feeling you sit on the tip of my cock reminded me of how close Brendan had come to discovering you. I forced the tip against you, feeling the material of your underwear yield, but not letting me enter. It was exquisitely teasing, and I loved it. All the while, Brendan was behind you, feeling your arse cheeks and your thighs, all the areas that he has always loved to feel. You moved off me, kneeling between my legs. It was a feeling that I've felt many times, but always that moment as your lips slid over the tip of my cock is one of the best feelings a man can feel. And this was no exception. Somehow your mouth was more responsive, more wanton. And it was made all the more erotic seeing Brendan behind you, his fingers no doubt probing your wet pussy, sliding one, perhaps two fingers inside. I couldn't take much more, and I think you realised. Sitting back on the floor, you've opened your legs, pulling your underwear to one side. Brendan is there, taking in your hairless wet pussy. You had a toy to close by, and handing it to him you suggested that he slide it inside. Again my cock twitched as I watched him slide it deep inside you. His face was very close, watching every detail as he pushed the toy inside. I took my chance to calm down, taking some pictures for memories. He had has cock out now, and was slowly wanking as he fucked you with the dildo. Seeing this, you pushed him onto his back on the floor, his cock standing out from his trousers. Again you straddled him, like on the chair earlier, but this time reverse cowgirl style. This time only a thin set of your underwear holding him back. You reached under, grabbing hold of his cock, stopping him from thrusting, and gently lowered yourself onto him. I couldn't believe what I as seeing -your impossibly thin underwear, and the tip of his cock pressing into your pussy through it. It was simply amazing, and I took picture after picture as your pushed the tip nearer and nearer into your wet hole, teasing him like never before. He went to move you away, the sensations on his sensitive cockhead now clearly too much for him, and he would always have wanted more anyway. Lying on the floor, two cocks for you to watch and play with, you opened your legs, and slowly rubbed your pussy through your underwear. You laugh as you say how wet they feel, and that it must be a mixture of you and Brendan's pre cum that has made your thin underwear completely see through. You slip your underwear off, and our hands are on you immediately, cupping your breasts and sliding into your wet pussy. Brendan doesn't even pretend to wait, sliding his middle finger deep between your spread legs, while my finger rubs your clit. You moan out loud, clearly enjoying this last session yourself, and in turn making my cock twitch. Still you lie there legs open for us, when Brendan moves so that you can get your mouth to his cock. You can see the tip glistening, and you make a real show of reaching out with your tongue slowly licking to tip clean. I've got the camera in hand again and take some lovely close up images of this, and some as you ever so slowly slide the whole thing deep into your mouth. Brendan grunts in pleasure, and I know that he is getting one of the best blowjobs that he'll ever receive. I put down my camera, and begin to run my tongue all over your wet pussy. What a sight we must have made. Me between your spread legs, and you sucking off one of our friends, with his hands gently on your head, pulling you deeper onto him. We remain like this for a few minutes, silent but for some sucking and slurping noises. Again Brendan pulls away, clearly close to cumming, but wanting to make this last time continue for as long as possible. You turn your attention back to me, sucking my quickly into your mouth, swapping one cock for another. Kneeling, your arse in the air, Brendan again takes his place behind you, closer this time. It's clear from your groans that he has his fingers inside you, and you are wilfully pushing your hips back towards him. I can't quite see, but I guess his cock must be very close to you now, and then KIK know it must be, as you turn around, and tell him that he can rub himself between your cheeks if he wants to. Of course he wants to. I nearly explode at the thought of if, and it's all I can do not to shoot my load into your mouth there and then! I just have to record this, so I move around for a better view. Sure enough the camera shows clearly Brendan's cock rubbing between the cheeks of your bum, leaving a wet trail behind. My cock is twitching like mad, its amazing. Slowly, and bit by bit, he rubs himself lower and lower until he is beginning to press against your hole. I think for a minute that he is going to try to push himself in, but he just manages to restrain himself. You tell him to remain still, and its time for another shock. With his cock pressed tight to you, you take control of the movements, and suddenly the tip of his cock is at your pussy entrance. Reaching round you again tell him not to move, and you slide the tip of his cock through your wet lips, teasing him with your hole. If he pushes, he'll be inside you, but he knows the limits, and doesn't try to. It must be incredibly teasing for him, being so close to being inside you, something that he has told me before he dreams of. You tease him like this for a few minutes, the tip slipping all over you. Moving away from Brendan, and much to his disappointment you push me onto my back, kissing my hungrily, and wasting no time in sliding my cock into your pussy. I know that with what I have seen that I won't last long, and I hope that I won't have to. Brendan resumes his place behind you, clearly again rubbing his cock between your cheeks. You whisper to him to be gently and take it slowly. Its then that I can feel your pussy go unbelievably tight as Brendan slips slowly into your bum. It's an amazing feeling, and one your clearly relish as you begin to spasm as your orgasm washes over you, the feeling and thought of having two real cocks inside you at once just too much for you. We move as one, both fucking you at the same time, but your pussy and bum are now far too tight for us, and we both announce that we are going to cum. As one we both shoot at the same time, and the feeling of the cum shooting inside you sends you over the edge into another powerful orgasm. As the rush subsides, we have a giggle, telling Brendan that this is the last time. He thanks us for all the fun he's had, and makes to leave, leaving us a wonderful married couple who can share anything with each other. Goodbye, My Sweet Fellatrix ED NOTE: For the many "Allison" fans, male and female, who have emailed me regarding the lovely and very ORAL BANK TELLER series, I thank you for sharing the pleasure you have received from reading about my (essentially) true exploits with the young fellatrix. As promised, there was one last story to tell. Enjoy......and please vote! -------------------------------- There were more stolen moments after the marathon motel meeting with Allison; but our affair was slowly coming to a close. She had sucked my cock at least a dozen more times since that wonderfully depraved afternoon--in my office at work; in her husband's car (her favorite place) and even in the break room at the bank in the middle of the day (danger was her middle name) ---but her frantic requests for blowjob time were getting less and less frequent as the affair went on. We were meeting now barely once every couple of weeks and I hadn't heard from her in a while. I knew it wouldn't be long. I was OK with it, though. I had always believed I was just a way-station along the road for her---as she was for me. Allison was the best sex I ever had, and possibly the finest cocksucker ever to roam the earth. But I had filled her mouth and pussy with cum for eight delicious months and I was ready to move on with my life. I sensed that she was too, but I wasn't prepared for what was about to happen as the phone rang in my office. "Hi-iii" the familiar sing-song, little-girl voice on the other end always made my dick hard. "Whatcha' doin' after work today?" "I don't know. You tell me," I replied, fishing around for her intentions. "Hmmm, maybe you're going to get a nice blowjob from a sexy young girl," she giggled, then paused when I didn't reply right away, and added sheepishly "Well...what do you think?" "Hmm, it's been a while, sweetie, do you think you can you fit me into your busy schedule?" I answered with mock sarcasm. She laughed. "Actually," she said, "I need to talk to you about something.... but after I suck you off, of course!" She had her priorities, as always. "I don't know if I have time tonight, Allison. I have to............ She cut me off, "Aw, c'mon, Michael... Please." I couldn't resist, especially when she begged; but I would have to cancel a business meeting. Easy choice. "Ok,meet me in the church parking lot around 7." "Great! I love you, Michael; you're so good to me! See you then. Umm, Michael... have you... cum yet today," she asked in a hesitant afterthought. "No." "Will you have a lot for me?" she asked, deadly serious. "That depends." "On what?" "On how good you are," I teased. "Will I be a good girl if I kiss it?" She loved to dirty talk. We often engaged in this kind of verbal foreplay before we met for sex and we both ate it up. "Maybe." "How about if I rubbed my mouth all over it and made it all wet and messy?" "You know I don't like messes," I replied truthfully. "Oh, I would lick it all up, baby. I always clean up my messes, you know that," she reminded me. "Alright, you can be sloppy...but you better clean up every drop, you little bitch!" She giggled. "What if I let you fuck my throat, and then begged you to cum on my tongue? Would that make me the nasty little cocksucker you like?" "That would. Sure." I played along. "I bet if I teased you for a long time and licked your balls you would cum a lot, too, wouldn't you? You always do." This was fun, as always, but I had things to do. "Alright, cut the shit, I gotta go," I told her. "I'll see you at 7." "I'll be there! With my tongue hanging out," she giggled again. "Love ya...Bye!" I swung my Acura into the empty church lot about five after seven. It was still light, and the low sun behind the trees cast deep shadows around the perimeter. I spotted her silver Fiero way off in a far corner, barely visible, beneath a huge spreading oak. Just beyond the tree I could see the church spire and cross. The last time I gazed up at that cross I was cumming in her mouth. She was parked in the same spot where we had our very first meeting. I wondered if it was going to be our last. When I pulled in beside her, she quickly jumped out and slid into the passenger seat next to me. I was surprised because she really liked to blow me in Tom's car. She had a thing about leaving cum stains in it as revenge for the way he treated her. Tom was her husband. They had been married for 4 miserable years. "I'm leaving him," she blurted out before I even had a chance to greet her. "You're kidding!" I said, not expecting this turn of events. "No, I really mean it. He's upstate for the weekend, and when he gets back I'm not going to be here. I've made up my mind. Not another minute of his shit. Never again, never!" "What are you going to do? Where are you going to live?" I was genuinely concerned. "Don't worry; I've got things figured out. I'll be alright." "I'm all ears. What's going on?" "It's a long story, Michael.... and I'd rather not waste time talking about it right now," she smiled, as she turned in the seat, moved in closer and dropped her right hand to my cock. She began rubbing it softly. That shut me up. "You like it when I talk to you while we're doing it, don't you?" she asked. "You know I do," I replied honestly. "Like when I ask permission? That really turns you on, doesn't it?" "It does." "Is it ok that I'm rubbing your cock? It feels warm through your jeans and it's starting to get hard. I love that I can do that to you." "Good, don't stop." "Have I ever told you how much I love your cock? How beautiful it is?" She was hot to talk tonight, obviously. She knew it made me crazy, so I encouraged her. We had time. "Tell me again." "You have a beautiful cock. It's big, but not too big; and very thick. I love the way it stretches my pussy and rubs against my clit when you fuck me." "Your young yet," I teased, "You'll find bigger ones." "Nooo....I don't want a bigger one! Your cock is just perfect, silly. It fits me exactly the way I need it. It slides down my throat just enough so that I can still swallow when you cum....except I can't taste it that way," she added, a mock frown appearing on her pretty face. "You love the taste of cum, don't you Allison." God, I loved playing this game. "Yes, I do," she admitted. "I'm sooo bad!" "And you love to have your throat fucked too, don't you, you little whore?" I asked rhetorically, putting her in her place, the place she loved to be. "God, yes! When you use my mouth like that it makes my pussy so fucking wet! I feel so submissive when you control me that way. I trust you so much, Michael" Then she added as an aside, "I love it when you talk dirty to me, call me those nasty names. Don't stop, baby, it's making me hot." I didn't. "Your getting wet right now, aren't you, you little slut?" I knew her like a book. "You're a fuck," she laughed. "Yes, my pussy is getting wet. Are you going to tease me now?" "I don't know, maybe. Keep talking." "So, will you fuck my mouth tonight?" "Yes, I will. Bet on it." "Can I ask you something, then?" Her voice got softer, almost a whisper. "Will you pull back when you cum so I can taste it? I really want to taste it tonight." "Sure, I'll do that," I answered, a little concerned at how serious she sounded. She seemed relieved. "You always give me what I need. I've always loved that about you" She sounded somehow wistful and it worried me. "Can I take your cock out... while we talk?" She was already unsnapping my jeans and unzipping my fly. I whipped them and my underwear down to my ankles, shook one leg off, and spread my legs as I leaned back into the seat and let her play. Using one hand she began to daintily run her fingernails up and down the underside of my now pulsing shaft. "God, it's so beautiful," she said softly, staring at the twitching pink pole as she played with it. "Can I kiss it?" "Just the head," I said firmly. I knew she liked to be instructed every step of the way and I was determined to play the game out. She bent over me, gathered her lush red hair to the other side of her face so I could watch unobstructed, and placed her gorgeous heart-shaped lips directly on the pee-hole. Her mouth was hot on the exposed skin and I shuddered on contact. Her cheeks hollowed as she kissed it reverently a few times and purred deep in her throat. "Mmmm. It tastes so good, Michael," she whispered without lifting her face. She parted her lips slightly and slid her mouth about an inch down the head and I felt her tongue begin to dance on the tip. She was French-kissing my cock. I could feel her warm breath feathering down the shaft as soft hissing sounds escaped her lips. The sounds were coming from deep in her throat as she continued her gentle cock-kissing. She made love to the crown with her lips and tongue-tip for what seemed like five minutes: pecking, lapping and cooing like a contented cat. My balls tightened as she worked her oral magic. Then I noticed her jaw muscles moving and she began to slowly corkscrew her face over the head. Suddenly, she loosened her pouty lips and a huge wad of white, foamy saliva spread over the pee-hole and began to slowly cascade down the shaft. It felt like a river of warm honey spreading over my cock. And it was making a mess. I grabbed her by the hair. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Shhh!" she mumbled, her mouth full of spit. She sucked in her cheeks and gathered some more and let it slide out all over my now glistening cock. "I'm thirsty for you, baby. Your cock makes my mouth water and I want to lick it clean," she explained. "Is it OK?" I twisted a little and lay back for a better view. "Alright, lick it up slow so I can watch; and make sure you do a good job," I replied, re-asserting control. "I will." She stopped what she was doing, slid her seat back all the way, and snuggled down on the floorboard. I flipped one leg over her shoulder so that she was now between my legs. She rested her cheek on my thigh as I combed my fingers through her wild, red hair, exposing her beautiful face to the dimming light of the early evening. "Can you see?" She asked,her exquisite mouth just inches from my spit covered crotch. Always the exhibitionist, always the perfectionist, she wanted to make sure that I got the most pleasure she could give, and she knew that watching her was an important part of that. She reached up with one hand and placed red lacquered fingertips behind the shaft. She braced it upright as she extended her tongue against the bottom of the erect, slimy cock. "Clean up time, mmm, mmm!" she giggled, as she looked directly into my eyes and dragged her hot tongue slowly upwards. The juices rolled and gathered along the flesh and spread over her plump pink tongue in a roiling, foamy white mess. When she reached the head she swiped it all up, swallowed, and licked her lips like she just had a taste of ice cream on a hot summer day. "Mmmmm, so fucking good!" She angled her face and went back down for more, licking the shaft in long slow strokes and swallowing it all each time she reached the head. Little tiny "mmmm's" of satisfaction vibrated in her throat the whole time as she lapped contentedly at my cock. "Goddamn you, Allison, you are the best cocksucker......," I whispered lustily, my voice trailing off. She paused, "I know, baby. You taught me well. You showed me I could give this kind of pleasure to a man and get satisfaction from it. I was so confused about sex before I met you. You let me be what I am and loved me for it. I'll always be grateful to you for that. Always." She was talking in the past tense and I suddenly felt a sadness I hadn't felt in a long time. Not since that day I met her. I blurted it out, "Your leaving the Island aren't you?" She stopped abruptly and got back into the seat. She was silent for a moment. She turned to me and reached out and held my face in her small hands. "Yes. This is the last time I'll be with you" It was my turn to be silent. I was not surprised, but I was speechless. "Please try to understand," she continued. "I want this time to be so good for us. I want us to remember it forever." "Where are you going? What are you going to do?" I was a little shocked. I knew this day was coming, but I was genuinely concerned. "I quit the bank. I have another job lined up in Connecticut and I'm leaving Saturday. Tom will never find me." "Where in Connecticut?" I asked. Connecticut wasn't too far. I figured I could still see her once in a while. "I don't want you to know, Michael." The sadness was gathering in my gut. One thing I knew about this girl was that once she made up her mind there was no room for compromise. "Why," I asked, looking into her eyes for an answer. "Because our time is over, Michael. It has to end. You're a married man, 20 years older than me. Your life is complicated and full of responsibilities and commitments. Mine is just starting. We can never have a life together. I've always known that." She was right. Timing is everything; but this time it wasn't in my favor. I knew from the first time we were together that our relationship would always be just an affair. Not a lasting love, no commitment. No future. Just the best fucking sex I have ever had and absolutely the finest oral sex possible in this life. For her, however, the timing worked out just right. She had always loved sucking cock, even before she came into my life; but she never understood her compulsion and couldn't come to terms with it. I met her at a time when her insecurities about her self-worth had all but destroyed her. Her low self esteem was encouraged by an abusive husband and all the other men who had ever enjoyed her mouth. They all looked down on her as a worthless slut and she believed it. When we first met, her psyche was a sad, lifeless, empty book. I had filled in the blanks for her, with praise and gentleness and respect, with unselfish attention to her needs, sexual and otherwise. I convinced her that she was beautiful, intelligent, and fun to be with. I taught her to revel in her incredible oral abilities, to be proud of her womanly skills and she grew to be totally at ease with her intensely sexual nature. And it wasn't just for the sex I got in return. She was sweet, and honest, and generous. The nasty talk, the submissiveness, the dominance---it was just a game we played. I really cared deeply about her and wanted her to be happy, and she learned to trust that. Her self-loathing around her need to suck cock was a thing of the past now, and her cocksucking, believe it or not, had become the gateway to her wholeness as a woman. When our affair started Allison was a quiet, conservative, passive 23 year old stuck in a bad marriage. She dressed like a middle-aged woman, hid her considerable beauty, and put up with a condescending, abusive asshole of a husband. Tonight I was with a vibrant, gorgeous, confident and supremely sexual woman with the wildest curly red hair on earth. I had to admit: what was there to regret? I knew that she was right about our situation and I accepted that it would be ok, for both of us. But it was over. Just like that. Eight months of pure sexual bliss. Eight months of having a willing, submissive 23 year-old cocksucker at my every beck and call---a beautiful young girl who looked into my eyes and thanked me every time I came in her mouth. Lust beyond anything imaginable. Pleasure to die for. Even better, I thought, no matter what, I'll always have the vivid memories. That was the consolation prize. So this would be the last time. So life's a bitch and then you die! What the fuck, I knew it couldn't last forever. What better way to part, anyway? She was right. "I'm going to miss you, Allison." I said honestly. "I'm going to miss you too, Michael, very much. But I'll be ok, I promise. And I know you will be, too." "You promise?" I needed to hear that. "How 'bout this? I promise that every time I have sex with another man, I'll be thinking about you. I'll see your face. I'll feel your cock inside me. I'll taste your semen on my tongue. I'll dream about you. I'll never forget you, Michael. Never!" "No one has ever sucked my cock the way that you do. I'll miss it." "You can always masturbate; and imagine your cumming in my mouth," she giggled wickedly. "I'd like that," she offered as solace. "It won't be the same." Always the realist, she reminded me. "Well, I'm here now." Yes, she was, I thought to myself. Yes indeed, she was. It made sense to make the most of our final time together. I let all the sadness out in one deep exhale, and smiled. "Ok, you win, you little bitch! Let's go for it." I settled back in the seat and spread my legs for her. "I love you so much, baby," she said, as she held my face, kissed me on the cheek, and moved back down to the floor. She wasted no time and went right back to what she really loved the most, sucking cock. She sighed as she snuggled between my legs. My cock was still hard as she looked up at me. We went back to the game. "Your cock is dry, baby, but there's still such a mess around your balls. Hmm. I should clean them, don't you think?" she smiled affectionately. "Yes. And make sure you get it all out of my pubes, too, you little cunt." Might as well follow the script 'til the fat lady sings. She buried her pretty face between my legs and began lapping. Her velvet tongue was smooth and warm as she licked my thighs and around my balls. Sucking noisily through my pubes and around the base of my cock, she swallowed all the liquid she could get, occasionally stopping to pick a pubic hair from between her teeth. What a shameless bitch! I loved her! She slid her hands under my ass and lifted my legs higher to really expose me. She opened her mouth wide and hummed contentedly as she sucked gently on my balls and lapped at the smooth skin below. She was really good at this and always took care not to hurt me. Even my wife couldn't do that, and she'd been sucking my balls for 20 years! Suddenly she let out an impatient whimper, lifted my legs straight up, and dove for my asshole. Her hot mouth settled over my asshole and I could feel her tongue pushing to enter me. Her lips closed around the entrance and she began to lick into my anus like a kitten drinking milk. I was squirming like a greased pig as she held my ass cheeks in her hands. I didn't think it possible, but my cock was getting harder as she tongue-fucked me. Pre-cum was leaking from my pee-hole now, and flowed down the shaft in creamy-white rivulets that literally glistened in the moonlight. This caught her attention and she quickly moved up to lick me clean. "You have the best tasting cum, Michael. But this stuff is the sweetest," she whispered. "Mmm, God I love it!" She lapped and swallowed until it was all gone. She went back to rimming me and continued licking and sucking my balls and around my asshole, moaning and whimpering now like a bitch in heat. I'll bet her pussy is like an oven right now, I thought to myself. "Get up here and take your panties off!" I shouted. She shot up into the seat and whipped off her silky white underwear, in a blur that would have made a magician proud, and tossed them into the backseat. She hiked up her skirt and spread her legs wide as I kicked off my jeans and flipped over, settling between the silky thighs she was holding up by her ankles. She looked into my eyes...no, into my very soul, and said, "Yes, baby, oh, yes, Michael, fuck me. Fuck your little whore. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Fuck me so I'll never forget. Put it in me. Make me cum, baby. No other man can make me cum this way. Fuck your little cocksucker! Fuck me 'til I cum, baby. Make me remember." Goodbye, My Sweet Fellatrix Her filthy mouth brought me close to the edge before my cock even touched her; but I was determined to give her the orgasm she wanted, so I held back. I placed my cock against her cunt and moved it up and down between her swollen pussy lips. She was so wet it was hard to keep from slipping in. This cock teasing always drove her crazy. "Oh fuck! Yes! Rub my clit. Yes, yes, just like that. Oh my God! I can feel it. It's so hard. Tease me, baby. Rub it all over me...spread me open and slide it around me. Oh, God. Yes! Just like that! Tease me, baby, do it! Rub your cock all over my pussy." I reached down with one hand and spread her labia and pinned them back, exposing the super-sensitive deep-pink flesh they hid. I held my rock hard cock in the other hand and rubbed the tip up and down her slit and over her engorged clitoris. She let go of her ankles and locked her legs around me. She brought her hands up to her mouth and began biting her knuckles to keep from screaming out. I drove her crazy as I continued to work the outside of her cunt. The smell of juiced pussy began to fill the car. I looked down. That elusive pink butterfly, and the magical hole that all men dream of, that dark cave of ecstasy, was opening up to me. Surrounded by wispy, silky red hair and juicy as a half-eaten peach, it was visibly pulsing now, aching to be filled with cock. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Put it in, please. I can't take any more. Fuck me now, Michael. Put it in me! Fuck me hard, baby! Make me cum!" "Say please," I teased her. "You bastard! Stop fucking around! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me now!" She wasn't playing anymore. As I finally slid my cock into her, her eyes rolled up into her head and she shuddered. "Oh G-od, yes, right there. Yes! Right there! Oh, ffff-uck! Deeper, deeper. Yes! Ffu-u-uck me... harder!" She was delirious, and stammering. Her cunt was on fire! It was hotter than I expected, and I almost came right then. I pulled out. She knew. "No, don't cum, please, Michael, don't cum. I'm so close, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me cum, but please don't cum yet. Please don't cum in me...I need to taste it. I want you to cum in my mouth...please..." I plunged back in and began to stroke her steadily. Deeper and deeper until the whole shaft was buried inside her cunt and our bellies were pounding against each other. She was biting her hands and moaning louder and louder. I was trying desperately not to cum; trying every mental trick I could think of. Mantras! Nursery rhymes! Picturing my friggin' grandmother! It was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. Thank God it didn't take her long. Her damn burst! Rockets exploded! The earth shook, and so did the car! It was a 10 on the Richter scale and all I could do was hold on for dear life. "Oh God, yes! Yesss! I'm c-c-cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me harder...Oh God! Oh God! Oh Fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuck! Yes! Yes! Yessssssssss!" Her legs gripped me like a vice and her hips bucked and heaved for what seemed like 5 minutes as she held my face close to hers, dug her nails into my neck, and mumbled obscenities at the top of her lungs. She was somewhere else entirely, in her own private heaven, as she orgasmed on and on and on. "Oh, my God, Michael! Fuck! Oh, God! Yes! Oh, oh. Jesus. Mmm. Oh, yes, baby! Thank you...thank you. Oh my God! My God that was so good, Michael, so fucking good! I-I never...Oh, God, I love you, baby, I love you so much." We were gasping for air like thoroughbreds after a mile-and-a half as her spasms finally began to slow down. She turned my face towards hers and kissed me. Suddenly back in reality she freaked: "Did you cum, Michael? Did you cum? Please tell me you didn't cum in me!" I don't know how I managed, but I hadn't. It was probably grandma's face that did it, I chuckled to myself. But my testicles were now the size of tennis balls and a billion sperm cells were pushing at my prostrate like heathens at the gates of Rome. "No" was about all I could get out. She suddenly pushed me off, swung open the passenger door and jumped out of the car. It caught me by surprise. Her hair was a sweaty mess. She had no shoes on and her skirt was rumpled and gathered up over her naked thighs. Her blouse was half unbuttoned. She was a sight! "Get over here. Get over here now," she pleaded, as she sank to her knees on the hard pavement. My turn! She was on the side by the tree, safe in the shadows, but my side was open to the street. I jumped out anyway--naked from the waist down, no shoes. I didn't give a fuck. My cock was bursting and here was this gorgeous 23-year-old girl, on her knees in the glow of the moons soft light, waiting for me to cum in her mouth. I ran around the car in a 2 second dash and stood in front of her, dick in hand. She looked up submissively. "This is how you like it, isn't it? On my knees. You like to watch me suck your cock this way, don't you?" "Yes," I replied truthfully. "So here I am. I'm going to service you like a good cocksucker. Tell me what to do." I thought about it for a moment: did I want more dirty-talk, a little more teasing fun before the final act? No, I decided, not this time. This time it was different. She knew exactly what to do. She'd done it a hundred times. She knew intimately what I wanted--like no other woman ever in my life, but I wanted her to know that tonight this was not about me and my desires. This was for her. I reached down and tilted her chin up to look at me and said, "No, Allison, you tell me what YOU want." I needed to hear her truth one last time, to know that what we had shared during our cheating affair was a good thing, and not wrong. She needed to own, one more time, who she was before she walked out of my life. "I want to suck your cock, Michael. I want to make you cum." She confessed shamelessly, proudly, understanding the gift I was giving her. "Where?" I asked. "In my mouth." "Why?" I probed, knowing the answer. "Because a woman is not a woman unless she can satisfy her man in exactly the way he wants." "Allison you have always been the most beautiful to me when you're on your knees like this," I told her. "I know that. This is how I want you to remember me. You won't ever forget me, will you, Michael?" "Never," I told her. It was the truth. How could I ever forget a woman so sexual, so compliant, and so mindful of my every desire? A young girl who walked into my life a naïve, innocent sexual plaything and was walking out a woman so beautiful and desirable I knew that I would chuck my whole life right now and go anywhere in the world with her if she asked me to. Crazy? Maybe so. I gazed down at her kneeling contentedly before me. Maybe not! No, I would never forget my sweet Allison. And for one last time I would take the control she was offering me out of love, and allow her to give us what we both wanted. "Kiss it!" I said softly. She smiled and began the giving. Slowly, she brought her pink lips to the head of my throbbing cock and lovingly kissed the tip of the purple bulb. Her eyes were closed. She was, once again, in her heaven. "Put the head in your mouth and let me feel your tongue." My voice was firm, the way I knew she liked it to be when she sucked me off. She slid her mouth over my cock until the crown disappeared between those sweet moist lips. I felt her tongue gliding slowly back and forth as the heavy cockhead rested on it. She moaned as the flavor of salty man-meat settled onto her taste buds. She slipped her left hand between her legs and I could see her begin to play with herself. She really loved blowing me as much as I did. "Take it deeper. Hold it there," I instructed. She loosened her lips and slowly took in more cock. When she reached three quarters of the way, I grabbed her by the hair and held her head still. "Just suck on it. Don't touch it. Don't move. Let me feel your tongue." She obediently began to suckle like a baby on a bottle—gently, her cheeks hollow around the shaft--just enough so that I could feel the pressure of her soft lips, her hot tongue lapping at the underside. It was an invitation to the cum party that was gathering in my testicles. She opened her eyes and looked up like a love-sick puppy, still sucking gently, still licking, and sighed contentedly. She was happy now. And she would do this all night if I let her. But I wasn't going to last much longer. I entwined my fingers in her wild red hair and pushed even deeper into her mouth, remembering our conversation earlier in the day. Her throat opened like a velvet glove and willingly accepted all eight inches of my throbbing cock. She swallowed around the shaft and held her breath as I began to fuck her face. She liked her mouth fucked like her pussy, hard, so I was merciless. I thrust into her mouth until her nose pressed against my belly, then I withdrew until only the head was between her slimy lips and let her suck on it. I pulled her face into me and stroked her throat deeply: five or six short thrusts at a time then pulled back again and let her breathe and swallow the foamy drool that was accumulating in her mouth. She loved it. Each time the head reached her tongue, she lapped frantically and sucked like a cum-crazed whore---which, of course, she was. Her eyes never left mine as I violated her mouth this way. This was what she lived for, and in her lustful eyes there was no doubt, no hesitation, no question. This was her way of serving and it truly made her happy and proud beyond words. She made no bones about it. She loved sucking cock. She loved being used like this....as long as she got her creamy reward. She craved cum. She needed it, more so tonight, maybe more than she'd ever needed anything in her life. "Cum! Cum in my mouth. Make me swallow it," she begged, as she let my cock slip out for a second. Sure that the message was unambiguously conveyed, she went back down and began sucking in earnest, desperately hungry for sperm. I let go of her hair, closed my eyes, and let her finish her work. "Oh, God, I want it so bad, Michael. I want to taste it. Cum for me, baby," she mumbled for the final time as she reached the tip on an upstroke. "Mmmmmm," she moaned loudly as she went back down. My eyes still closed, I concentrated on the exquisite pleasure of those pillowy lips gliding up and down my slimy shaft. Up and down, up and down she sucked. She was breathing heavily and grunting shamelessly like a pig now. She kept swallowing at the head. As she sucked, I could feel her insistent tongue begging for me to spurt my load onto it. "Soon, baby, soon. I'm close. Don't stop. Keep sucking," I warned her. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, kneeling on the pavement, frigging herself with one hand, holding onto my thigh with the other. She was sucking cock for all she was worth, intent now on only one thing. Her face a blur, she swallowed my cock to the hilt, spit it out and swallowed it again. Her lips were covered in a bubbly white froth and spittle poured off the shaft each time she drew her mouth back. I could see and hear her swallowing copious amounts of liquid. Some of it ran down her chin, a mixture of pre-cum, saliva and her own sweet pussy juices. "Aaaah," she gargled from somewhere deep in her throat, as she paused for a brief moment to savor a mouthful of the pungent elixir. She gulped it down like a starving animal, and went back down on me. "Now, Allison!" I shouted. "I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming! Oh, Fuck!" A seething, churning orgasm began to gather in my thighs. My legs shook like rubber bands as a thick white river of cum pushed it's way past my prostate and rose up through my urethra like lava, dragging with it a blanket of scathing pleasure that settled over me from head to toe. The scene around me became tinged in bright white light. Flashbulbs seemed to be popping off everywhere, blinding me, each flash synchronized with the pulsing waves of bliss exploding in every nerve cell in my body. My brain sizzled and the hair on the back of my neck stood up as I held on to her shoulders for support. Once she knew I was cumming, she pulled back and frantically lapped at the spot where the foreskin gathers, knowing the exquisite, electric pleasure that created. She opened wide, my pulsing cock twitching on her extended, waiting tongue, and tilted her head back so I could see into the shadows of that soon-to-be-filled cum-slut receptacle. The first thick spurt of semen roped directly into her open mouth, over and past her tongue. It splattered her tonsils and plopped down into the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly and stuck out her tongue for more. The second spurt was even thicker than the first and spread over the undulating pink flesh like creamy-white honey. She gulped that one down, too, and positioned her tongue once again. "More, give me more," she mumbled, her mouth still open...starving for the carnal nectar she craved. At the same time, I noticed her hand abruptly cease frigging her pussy and tightly, frantically squeezing the glistening red triangle between her legs. Her back arched violently and her whole body shuddered in several quick, sharp orgasms. Swallowing semen always made Allison cum. I shot three more huge spurts of jizz into her mouth and watched the cream-colored fluid overflow her tongue and gather around her lower teeth. She wasn't swallowing it. She was shameless. She was holding it in her mouth for me to see. Then, suddenly, inexplicably, she brought her hands up and guided my cock so that the last two or three spurts landed in the palm of her of her right hand. It coalesced into a thick, milky puddle, which she held carefully. She looked up at me open-mouthed, with what seemed like a pint of semen in full view. Sure that my eyes were firmly fixed, she tilted her head back and let me watch as the thick fluid slowly, sensually slid down the middle of her tongue and disappeared quietly into her throat. She closed her eyes and swallowed it all, a smile of utter contentment spread across her beautiful, sweat glazed face. Satisfied that I was finished shooting, she closed her mouth and swished around to get the last vestiges of cum from between her teeth, then licked her lips and around the outside of her mouth until she was sure that she had gotten every last drop of the precious stuff. I was in a trance, speechless, motionless...amazed at the depth of her depravity.........yet so, so grateful for being the object of it! In that moment, I knew that I loved her deeply; and, no matter what happened after tonight, I always would. Holding her cum filled hand steady now, careful not to spill the puddle gathered in her palm, she looked up into my eyes. We were both silent, breathing heavy, totally spent. There was nothing either of us needed to say. Suddenly, she got up off her knees. "Don't move," she said, as I reached to embrace her. She leaned into the car and grabbed her handbag. She fished around with one hand until she found what she was looking for. It was a small clear glass vial, the kind used to keep cocaine in. It was only about two inches long. "What's that for?" I asked. I didn't think she was into coke. "It's for my keepsake, silly," she smiled as she held her palm up. She dragged the vial through the puddle of cum until she had gotten most of it, then screwed on the cap and placed the bottle back in her bag. She licked the rest of the cum out of her palm, swallowed it, and smacked her lips in satisfaction. "What the hell are you going to do with that?" I asked incredulously. "It's so I'll be able to taste you tomorrow, when I'm far away. Maybe, someday, when I miss you bad enough, I'll come back to get some more," she giggled. She smiled at me, like the sweet angel she was, and I knew right then how blessed I was to have had her in my life, even for this little while. I reached out again to pull her to me; I just wanted to hold her forever. But she stepped back. I must have looked hurt, or confused, or both, because she smiled reassuringly and kissed me on the cheek. And sank back down to her knees. "Hold still, handsome. I'm not done. A woman should always finish a blowjob by cleaning her mans cock, right? You taught me that." Indeed, I did--and a lot of other things, too. So, I watched silently as she went about her final business, gently licking the slime from my cock and sucking the remaining fluid from me. She sighed, and cooed, busy as a beaver, happy and fulfilled. She didn't stop until she was satisfied that she had done a thorough job; always neat and efficient, always the perfectionist, always the good little cocksucker who always gave the perfect blowjob. I was really going to miss her. I realize now that I had also learned much from Allison. With her I had, for the first time in my life, experienced the rare gift of totally uninhibited sex, and enjoyed real unconditional love between a man and a woman. Together we both received the bountiful rewards that accrue from unselfish giving. That night, to my surprise, a young girl had taught me that it was worth all the sadness of letting go of love just to have loved at all. And so my last images of Allison are of the beautiful 23 year-old redhead on her knees in a moonlit parking lot, lovingly cleaning off my cock and happily eating cum. How could I ever regret that? These days, when I masturbate, I can still see her angel face, a glistening mess in the silver light, smiling up at me, lips smeared with semen, her big brown eyes beaming with love and light. Which is exactly how she wanted it. Faithful to her character, her last words to me that night were clearly from her heart, but nonetheless paid homage to the insatiable, supremely sexual nature of a true fellatrix. "Thank you, Michael," she said sweetly. "I needed that." Then she rose triumphantly up off her knees, kissed me once more on the cheek, got into her car and drove off into the night. I stood speechless, wondering if I'd ever see her again; oblivious that I was half-naked, standing in front of a church. I found myself thinking about her little vial of semen and wondering if she'd ever come back to fill it again. I wanted to tell her so many things: about us, about me, about her. I hoped that someday I would get the chance. As I watched her car disappear into the moonlight, I silently waved goodbye. But she never looked back. I always will. The Last Time I Saw Jeff When Jeff's massage was complete, we both sat up crossed legged on my bed, and he asked me, "Mommy, will you please touch yourself for me, will you masturbate for me?" Without answering, I scooted closer to him, and rested my knees over his knees, and I thrust my pussy up as close to his face as I could get it, without touching him. And I fingered myself for a few minutes, up my vagina, around my stiff and pointed clit. I was very very wet, slippery, and extremely aroused, but it was much more than simply a sexual feeling -- I thought to myself, 'I guess this is what they refer to as really EROTIC", and it felt warm and exciting, but I was aching for something more. Jeff must have sensed my longing, so he reached across me, brushing my both breasts with his hand, my nipples were sticking out like the tops of those little umbrellas that come in an exotic drink! He took my vibrator from the nightstand, and played with the speed dial a couple of times. Then he said, "Just lean back a little bit." and he placed the tip of my vibe against my cunt, and slowly slipped it into my love hole, while he adjusted the speed to high. He fucked me good and hard with it -- withdrawing its length and sliding it back in again and again. I went berserk with trembling and groaning and almost screaming. And he said, as he grinned broadly, "Feels a lot different than when you do it to yourself doesn't it, Mommy?" I sighed a long cool, "YYYYYEEEEESSSSS baby!" With that act completed, Jeff asked me, "Mommy, can we go watch some TV?" "Sure, baby," I told him. He put his shorts on first, then his shirt. I led him into my living room as I slipped on my shortie silk Victoria's Secret robe. I sat on my sofa, toward one end, and he sat toward the other. I handed him the remote control and he said out loud, although it was almost hard to tell if he was really talking to me, directly, "I am a channel surfer. I can keep four TVs, all with cable, and four remotes, all surfing at the same time, and never lose track of what channel I am on, on any one of the sets!" "You are amazing, baby!" I complimented him. I was thinking, 'Jeez, reeks of erotic sex, body of a Greek god, electronic wizard, computer geek -- what more could a Mommy ask for!' After a few moments, he settled in on the History Channel, so I softly whispered to him, "Baby, come here and lay your head in Mommy's lap for a while. And if you fall asleep baby, it will be ok, I will wake you up in time for when you want to go home, so you should have no worries, honey." I put a small pillow in my lap, and he laid his perfect dark brown head of wavy hair on it. With both hands I softly caressed his head, gently rubbing the whole area of hair with my individual fingers. I thought he had dozed off, until I heard him mumble something to me. "What was that, baby, I did not hear you." I tilted my head down to him. So he repeated it, hardly louder, but I had my ear nearly pressing on his lips, "You know, that rubbing you are doing? Well, you can do that a little bit harder if you want to." I chuckled softly to myself, feeling satisfied that I was still giving him pleasurable feelings. "Ok, baby, I was not sure if you wanted me to really mess up your hair all that much!" "Oh, Mommy, it is such a mess already, it's ok." So I rubbed a little harder, and I kissed his whole head and face a little harder too, and I tongued his whole ear, running the tip of it all around his lobe and rim, afraid he would feel me drooling on him, as I tongue-tipped each of his ear piercings. And I smooched his cheek, and made kissing noises on it, but only soft ones, cause I knew he was either dozing in sleep, or entranced in ecstasy. That was how we spent our afternoon together, our second meeting, my baby boy Jeffrey and me, right up until it was time for him to go. I kissed him a peck goodbye on his lips. As he walked toward his car, I called after him, "I love you, baby!" He did not answer me. I will tell you quite honestly how I felt that day, after he was gone. I missed him immensely barely one second after he was out my door. And I longed to just lay my eyes upon him once again. So I went into my bedroom, and I sprawled my body, stomach down, spread-eagled, on the entire area of it. I placed my face right exactly where he had laid his head. And, inhaling as deeply as I could, I caught his scent in my breath. And I was moaning loudly, and sighing, and almost near tears that he was not there to lay with me. After a long while, I reluctantly arose. My next-door neighbor, Joaquin, was knocking on my door, wanting to inquire as to how my date went. Still in my shortie robe, I opened the door wide, and leaned out it and he asked, "Is he gone?" I shook my head yes. "Well, how did it go?" he wanted to know. Some kind of gutteral, breathy, mumbly, garbled sound came out of my lips. I thought I was saying, "Oh My God!" but it sounded more like "AAAAAaaaaauuuuuuuhhhhhh mmmmmmmmm ggggggggddd", and my lips were blubbering together, and I was trembling all over, and shaky. My legs were turning to softer rubber as I tried to keep myself standing on my feet, by leaning back against the door. "Oh, my god, he must've really been SOMETHING!" Joaquin smiled at me knowingly. He could see that I was still in the throes of the intoxicating and hypnotic effect Jeff had placed on me. Truthfully, I felt as if I had just chugged down a fifth of Jack Daniels on a cool summer day, and was just feeling the first effects of the high from the drunk that I was going to be getting from it -- you know that feeling -- like the first high you ever had from the best drug you ever took -- thinking and wishing and praying that feeling would stay with you forever. But knowing it is fleeting, and once it is gone, you know goddam well you are never ever gonna get quite that same good feeling again, no matter how much or how many drugs or drinks you take! And, little did I realize it then, and I don't even know if I fully realize it now -- but that was the last time I saw Jeff. August 21, 2004 The Last Time is The Best Time It was nearly closing time. Hilary didn't even announce herself through the intercom as she easily could have, from the front office, where she held the fort, but knocked at the door, asking if she could come in. The firm was down to three, the two warring partners, and to one person who doubled as girl and boy Friday. Hilary was a bit "born yesterday", even more so than I, who had some notion that she was a bit daft. Almost at once on entering, Hilary announced that she had to stop fucking me; her boyfriend didn't like the news getting about that Hilary was fucking me. -- Actually -- the thought ran through my mind - I had fucked H. only twice, the first time when we had met at a bar when she had come for a job interview that her non-identical twin-sister had suggested, and then the second time when I gave her her job as a secretary. "Do you still a want to fuck me?" had been her reply to the good news. "Yes." "When" "Right now." And she had come right over. But I had not fucked her since she started to work at the office, some months ago. For the simple reason that I made it a point not to fuck any of my employees, it might create complications. Before and afterwards, I came to realize, was an entirely different matter. And I had not given her the job because Hilary was a wonderfully eager fuck, I gave her the job because she had a bit of the street girl about her, she could hold the fort, the front office, she could handle a bit of gaff, we had never had anyone like that. I had not fucked Hilary in all these months, not since I actually saw her extremely enticing figure at the office, for the good reason that I made it a habit to keep work and pleasure separate. Short sexy tight skirt, tight blouse, good ass, the love of sex written all over her, "Born Yesterday" as it were, but not a bimbo. Straight in a way, but street enough to be hip to the man-woman thing, and to like it. The second time we had fucked she indicated that she really really liked ass fucking but that someone, instead of easing into that deeper darker mode of pleasure, had taken her, had raped her, and that she was vulnerable there, and thus reluctant, though sometimes her desire for ass fucking got so strong she did it despite the pain. I had not taken her up on that invitation. I did not look forward to a possible blood bath on my mattress. Unintentionally I had injured a girl once that way who had indicated how much she liked it in the ass, without giving thought to proper relaxing anal foreplay. - So I was just a tad surprised when Hilary, in her ultra short tight little skirt, fine ass, made that blunt announcement. I might have said: "But we aren't fucking, are we?" Or: "Who gives your boyfriend the idea that we are fucking." I guessed, to account for the skewed time, that she must have told him only the other day. However, I, who liked "last times" was just horny enough to reply to her by saying: "What about a last time..." "When," Hilary said, in about the same tone of voice that she had used when I had said yes I wanted to fuck her again when I had given her the job as secretary and she had come right over, in the morning, and we had a very nice morning fuck indeed, during which she confessed, without the least prodding on my part that she really really liked ass-fucking but that someone had raped her and that now it hurt, nonetheless occasionally when she wanted it real bad that way, she did it, pain or no pain...which mention of pain made me who hated pain and inflicting it desist. Her half-twin Heather, with whom I would have a fling later on, loved ass fucking too, turned out to be the best ass fucker of them all the way she knew how to bend over obligingly over the arm rest of a lounge chair, sticking her ass into the air, and had not been raped and so her anus and its erotic possibilities were deeply sensually intact, who even liked to play "pampers", that is to put on a pair of pampers and poop as she was slowly ever so slowly fucked into a behind that knew how to expand and to contract during the oozing to give itself and me all the pleasure, a pleasure until then unexperienced. But that experience still lay several years ahead, and I had not the least inkling of its eventuality at that moment as I said "Why don't you sit on my lap." I pulled Hilary towards me and slowly slipped my hand up between her silk stockings, of her thighs, and her skirt up so that she could straddle my legs on the chair on which I was sitting. Very moist silky panties at once. Panties wet with desire, and I was nearly crazed with desire myself when it occurred to me to ask whether H. had locked up the front office. She had not. "Why don't you put everything in order and then buzz me on the intercom and we can tell each other all the things we like to do and then we do them and we fuck our horny hearts out." Hilary was so obliging, she stood up, straightened her mussed up skirt, I got up, pulled her to me, and finger fucked her to the point that we simply couldn't wait and descended onto the Persian carpet and I started to fuck her through her panties. But then backed off. At least the door to the front office and my office had to be locked. "No, you have to lock up first." Within minutes Hilary was on the intercom. "Done," she said. "I want you to sit down on your chair and touch yourself... "I am sitting." "Are you wet?" "I'm creaming." "Tell me all the things you like to do, and like me to do to you. Tell me your favorite fantasy when you masturbate. No, tell me when you fucked the first time." "At sixteen." "Who was the guy?" "Allessandro, you know him." "Allessandro." Did I know Allessandro. Not only did I know Allessandro, I knew about a half dozen girls who had been devirginated by him, all at sixteen, a painter he seemed to run a serial devirgination operation out of his studio on the island. "Did he fuck Heather,too?" "First her, then me." "At the same time." "Not at first." "How many of the same men have you and Heather fucked, either at the same time or sequentially." "Six I think, but I wouldn't fuck Jeff [Heather's then boyfriend]. He's just too weird." Well, I would not have fucked Jeff either as a woman, however a lot of men, men who were not gay, had some kind of strange crush on Jeff, were smitten, found him charming in his Junkydom and all, emaciated, nervous, so junked-up that he could barely breathe. Weird indeed. Perhaps it was the male mother instinct coming out in these guys. Heather was a fox, but was entirely straight. Mad for Jeff, a junky couple, adhering to each other as to their addiction. "I like going down on each other best." "D'accord. But there has to be a bit of foreplay." "No sometimes you just diver for each other." "Tell me the sequence. You are horny, you start to touch yourself, detail by sexy lewd little detail." "I just can't wait, I'm coming over now." "No! Play the game!" "I'll do anything." "I know, that's not the point." "And you?" "I like to see you lie down on the couch, pull up your skirt and start touching yourself, first just the crotch of your panties, then to slip your hand under the panties...that gets me crazed. If you do that I'll be on top of you and start to fuck you at once." "I'd love that." "I love to play first time." "You mean make believe I'm a virgin?" "No. We tell each other the first time we fucked in complete detail, but can't fuck until we are both finished describing, then we combine the two into our perfect first times. Because first times generally are anything but perfect, "Oh what a mess I made." "They tend to be perfect fumblings, unless you are introduced into fucking by an experienced elder lover." "Allessandro was great, so experienced. Still, what a mess." Even before we were done painting the most exquisite and crude pornographic images into our imaginations, Hilary exclaimed: "I can't wait" and went off-line, I could hear the door being locked and her running down the corridor, she rushed in, locked the door and lay down on the green Nougahyde couch that had decades upon decades of fucking tales to tell if it could talk, all the way back to its origins in the Nickelodeon wars in the 20s of St. Louis, pulled up her skirt, and, one leg dangling over the side of the couch, spread her legs wide and started to finger her pink cunt half of which was visible beside narrow crotch of her ultra slim panties. I instantly kneeled down by the couch and dove for her pussy, pulling her fingers away and the panties to the side I did what Hilary had said she liked most: a man going down on her and making her come with his mouth before she got fucked good and hard. Indeed, that was the way to fuck Hilary. She came quickly and with me looking across the mound the beaver dam I saw the most delicious expression suffuse her face. Ah, how I envied women their orgasms! I then pulled her off the couch onto the carpet and, after giving a couple of spanks on her bottom, that she said she, a Catholic girl, liked so that she would be completely loose, punished ahead of time as it were, holding her ass with one hand,and diddling her clit with the other started to fuck her methodically through her panties, before I let loose and just fucked straight and hard ahead, until we both came near simultaneously. Then I went into both our favorite 69 position, and we both came once more that way. As we both put ourselves back together, Hilary to leave, I said: "I guess we can play last time, as often as we like." And we did then, quite a few times, each of them preceded by a long or not so long intercom talk, during which we would describe in detail what game to play that day, or preferably sexy things we had done with someone else: Hilary as a school girl - the day she had come dressed as one; Hilary as the sluts of sluts - the day she had come dressed like that; Hilary as a Catholic girl who had to be introduced into fucking by a Priest [her actual second time, which from what she said, could not have been lovelier, on the altar, that is on my altar, my desk, a Catholic Priest who had fucked twins, lovingly fucked both eager hot seductive squealing laughing twins on the altar so that they swore that if anyone ever accused the priest of molestation they would come to his defense and of altar fucking. Their altar was fucking and that is where they worshiped and that is why I worshiped them, the darling Catholic Irish school girl lassies]; Hilary as as my whore; Hilary as the naughty 16 year old who introduced a 12 year old me into sex, a role reversal that she, or rather Hilary's mouth got off on, and her pussy with which she rubbed herself sitting on top of my mouth until she came. So we kept playing last time many times over until there actually was a last time when the office was closed down. It had been a wonderful way to end a hard day's work, for Hilary to go home, for me prior to my afternoon snooze. Did she tell her boyfriend? Yes, she told him each and every time, saying that she just couldn't bear not fucking me, but that it really was the very last time, and he was fucking other people too, wasn't he. So without breaking up with her, or his getting her to quit her job, which supported his endeavors as a would-be downtown film auteur, there was little that he could do. Except that it kept turning him on, and he would fuck Hilary too, so for every time Hilary fucked me, she got fucked a second time when she got home, and the color in her face and all of Hilary kept blooming into the most wonderful Irish rose-cheeked lassdom. Altogether we played maybe a dozen "Last Times" over a 12 months period. That is until the time that I started to fuck her twin Heather and Heather arranged it so that both she and Hilary would fuck the same man, a big big turn on for them both since that is how they had started to fuck at age 16. Heather and I fucked the nite after a date during which she told me how her boyfriend had died in a car crash... the kind of talk that really required the intimacy of bed. I myself had come far too quickly that nite, since there was a lot of emotion involved, Heather said she didn't mind. Heather was incredibly obliging. Nonetheless I felt that we were by no means even in sexual satisfaction and relief, so that upon coming, just a release of emotional tension more than a hugely satisfying orgasm, just a squirt really, I put my head between her Heather's ultra sexy thighs and we proceeded immediately to go around the world, as Heather's head started to bob piston-like as soon as my tongue accessed her anus and one our fingers probed each other's behinds she started to reach the verge of coming she turned around, draped herself over a corner of the bed that bed that stood about two feet off the ground and stuck out her behind. Having already licked and fingered this sweet asshole I knew that Heather, like her sister, was an uninhibited anal erotic, I placed both hands onto her left and right groin, held her to me, and entered her from behind, her vagina from behind which elicited a positive little yelp of joy, I seemed to be hitting the spot, her hand urging me to go to the orifice just above, the real deep dark orifice..."Both" was all she said and of course I knew what she meant, alternately. "Very slow when you do it in the ass. "How did you get into ass fucking?" "Right away." "And you liked it right away?" "I used a finger in my ass even before I started to fuck." "Just like Hilary." "Oh you fucked Hilary in the ass too?" I was delighted to hear a tinge of jealousy, but decided not to prevaricate. It appeared that, though Hilary had called Heather at once the morning after we had first fucked, she had not told her that we had not ass fucked; but I was not going to pretend that we had. "No, Hilary said she had been raped, and that now it hurt. And I like pain free experiences." "That's nice. I hate pain, pain sucks." "Have you ever ass-fucked at the same time that you pooped?" "No, but I love pooping very slowly, sometimes I nearly have a come when I poop, and I diddle myself at the same time, I have the sweetest feeling deep inside my ass when I poop and when you fuck me real real slow, withdrawing, coming back out, that's pretty much the same feeling, but knowing that it is a cock and that you are holding me and mastering me..." But there was no poop to be had that day, it just made for the slowest ever ass fuck during which Heather proceeded to give deeper and louder little moans of pleasure, so that when the time came one morning that Heather actually was able to poop onto my cock and put a warm load in the pampers she had brought it was nearly anti-climactic. But that, either not pooping but trying to, and occasionally ass fucking while there was some poop to be had is how Heather and I fucked until I raised the ante and asked her if she had ever gone down on a woman. She had not. As a matter of fact, aside having been kissed by a sexy girl who had petted her below the waist, while she had been high, Heather had been entirely straight, she loved cock inside too much, cock in mouth cock in every orifice that would hold cock. But would she for my sake if she liked the girl maybe? No, she wouldn't, even Heather's being obliging knew certain bounds, even thought Heather was even more obliging than Hilary, and cleverer, also with the underwear that she knew turned me on, and since I can be just as obliging, and since both of us could also be competitive we got into a competition who could be more obliging than giving the other pleasure. It was inevitable that Heather, somewhat petite Heather but with enough broad in her hips, with her firm thighs, fine breast, Irish lasses spirit and black hair, and a lot of instant leaping fish left in her well fucked thighs would fall in love and with making love ... until we nearly died of fucking and the devouring of each other's genitalia... And when I found myself, who knew he had to remain unattached, found myself falling in love with her, I had to withdraw. Under different circumstances, since there was a lot more to Heather than wonderful fucking, it would have been as good if not a better partnership than she had had with her dead Junky boy friend, she had gotten off junk, I had never tried more than one line that put me to sleep. Heather awake, we could have gone places, she was the rare girl that you can steal horses with. As long as you don't have her non-identical twin "Born Yesterday" Hilary to slow you down. Of course, we had a three some with Hilary, several as a matter of fact. It proved very difficult for me who is as easily infected by laughter as by the clap to keep a hard-on what with the sisters cheering each other on to ever lewder acts while laughing their heads off. FINI