1 comments/ 16811 views/ 2 favorites The Mystery of "K" By: midwestgent Good things always seem to come when you least expect them. Last week was one of those times. I had been burning the proverbial midnight oil a lot lately, spending way too much time working into the late hours of the evening, and far too little time relaxing and enjoying life. My social life had pretty much been put on hold in exchange for what I had convinced myself was a career advancing strategy of burying myself in my work. I was sitting in my office Thursday morning, frantically typing away on a PowerPoint presentation that I had to present to the Board of Directors right after lunch, when Susan came strolling in my office with a smile on her face and waving two tickets in her right hand. Susan and I had been great friends for about ten years. We both started working at the firm on the same day and from that very first day we seemed to have a special bond. It was a purely platonic bond, but a bond nonetheless. Although she was extremely attractive, with her long curly auburn hair and the brightest green eyes I have ever seen, neither of us ever attempted to jeopardize our friendship by crossing the line between friends and lovers. "I have an extra ticket to the Kenny Chesney concert tonight," Susan proclaimed, as she waltzed right past my secretary and into my office. "Brenda was supposed to go with me but some asshole sent her out of town on short notice," she squinted slightly in one of those, "if looks could kill" type of stares. The asshole Susan was referring to was me, and she obviously knew that. Brenda was an auditor who worked for me and I had asked her to fly to California on short notice to cover an account in the Bay Area that needed some consulting. She hadn't mentioned a conflict when I asked her to take the assignment, but then again, not too many people say no when their boss asks them to do something. "Oops," I said. "I guess that would make me the chief asshole. Sorry about that." "I'll forgive you if you go to the concert with me," Susan continued. "If you don't go, I might have to hurt you though," she warned, as she put both hands on the edge of my desk and gave me her best Dirty Harry, "Do you feel lucky" kind of look. My presentation to the Board was right after lunch and I really didn't have anything else pressing for the rest of the afternoon. I had a ton of work that still needed to get done before Monday, but I could always do it at home over the weekend if I had too. It had been a long time since I had been to a concert, and it actually sounded kind of fun after a long hard week at the office. "Sounds like if I want to keep our friendship in tact and my balls attached to the rest of my body, the only answer to such a generous proposition would be yes," I replied, with a raised eyebrow and a devilish grin. "What time is the concert?" "Well," Susan replied, "The concert actually starts at seven, but the gates open at two for tailgating. The tailgating can be as fun as the concert, so I was hoping to try to get there by maybe three or four o'clock. Any chance of that?" "I'll swing by your office after my presentation to the big shots and we can leave then," I answered. "It might be three o'clock or so but I don't think it will be any later." As expected, the presentation and board meeting wrapped up about 2:30 and I stopped by Susan's office as we had planned. Given the fact that I was dressed for a board meeting and not a concert, we decided to swing by my place to change clothes and leave Susan's car for the evening. Susan was planning to change clothes before she left the office, but since we needed to stop by my place anyway, I suggested she just wait and change there, in the comfort of a bedroom rather than a cramped office bathroom. When we arrived at my house, Susan grabbed a bag from her car and we headed up to the bedroom to change. "You can have the bathroom," I told Susan, pointing in the direction of the master bathroom. "I'll change here in the bedroom." "You're so damn modest Brian," Susan frowned and shook her head from side to side. "You're always kissing and telling about your conquests of the women in your life, so I'm pretty sure you've seen a naked female or two in your day. God knows I've seen enough naked men that I'm not bashful about seeing another one." Susan and I had shared dozens of stories over the years about the good, the bad, and the ugly of each of our respective love lives. Maybe "lust lives" would be more appropriate given the fact that neither of us had been involved in any serious relationships in the past couple of years, although we both did our fair share of dating. Susan often joked about the "Woman of the month club" when referring to my current fling, whomever it happened to be that month. Before I could even respond to Susan's comment, she had already unbuttoned the top three buttons on her white silk blouse, exposing a beautifully tanned set of perfect breasts held perfectly in place by a white lace bra. I resisted the temptation to stare at my sexy friend and proceeded to strip to my boxers, sneaking a quick peak every few seconds as Susan continued to disrobe just a few feet away from me. Down to just her lacy bra and a matching pair of white bikini panties, my eyes could no longer resist the temptation as I fell into a much lengthier gaze. Susan had been a long time friend and I had always thought of her as being attractive, but seeing her now standing in front of me nearly naked, I realized for the first time just how sexy she really was. I must have been somewhat mesmerized as I stood there staring at Susan, not thinking clear enough to quickly look away when she turned around and caught me gawking. "Victoria's Secret," Susan stated, flipping her hand palm up into the air and posing like a fashion model at the end of the runway. "Do you like?" I saw Susan's eyes drop to my boxers where she got her answer even before I spoke. "What's not to like?" I stammered, no doubt blushing at the thought that Susan had already seen the tent formed in my boxers resulting from the full staff erection desperately attempting to get released from its silky confinement. "Get that thing under control you big perv," Susan laughed, as she grabbed and squeezed my now fully erect cock through the fabric of my boxers. Susan caught me completely off guard when she reached out and grabbed me, and just as quickly she let go and returned to getting dressed. Despite the fact that we were both half naked, the fact that I had a hard on the size of Texas, and the fact that Susan had just playfully grabbed my throbbing cock, it all seemed more like a playful tease between two friends than a sexually tense moment. Susan proceeded to get dressed for the concert. It was mid June and the temperature was forecast to be in the low 90's for the afternoon and evening. The concert was at a local amphitheater so it was going to be hot. The short (and I do mean SHORT) denim skirt that Susan had planned for the event and the spaghetti strapped top that left about three inches of her belly exposed was both incredibly sexy and extremely practical given the temperature. The matching cowboy hat and high healed cowboy boots completed the outfit. I had never been to a Kenny Chesney concert before, but if this is what the young ladies were going to be wearing, it might be midnight before the stiffening in my shorts would return to normal. I decided a loose fitting pair of baggy shorts might be best for me, something to hide the evidence of my obvious state of arousal. "Come on big fella," Susan giggled, as she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door once we were both dressed. "It's time to go party!" We grabbed a blanket to sit on during the concert since we had lawn seats, a couple of lawn chairs for the tailgate party, and most importantly, a cooler and a couple of cases of Coors Light. You can never have too much beer for a tailgate party, now can you! We arrived at the parking lot at about 3:30. I couldn't believe the crowd that had already assembled. I knew Kenny Chesney was popular, and I had heard that he put on a great concert, but this was incredible. Thousands of people were at the concert a good four hours before the show even started, drinking and partying to the sounds of "Summertime", and "Beer in Mexico". Like all good tailgaters, we popped open the hatch of my SUV, put our lawn chairs down, and opened the first of many cold beers. We had brought a couple of Kenny Chesney CD's thinking we might play them while we were drinking and relaxing, but there was no need for that as the tunes already filled the air from our partying neighbors. We had just sat down with the first beer when a car pulled into the parking spot beside us. When the passenger door opened, the blaring sound of "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" blasted from the stereo as one of the female occupants stepped out singing the chorus at the top of her lungs. "Damn it Karen," the singing blonde poked her head back into the car. "I told you we should have brought some beer." Two other young ladies stepped out of the car and shut the doors behind them. The three young ladies all appeared to be in their mid to late twenties and all appeared to have shopped at the same store as Susan. All three were dressed in short skirts, halter tops that covered only the essential parts of the female anatomy, cowboy hats and boots. The driver of the car was a petite brunet. She couldn't have been more that five feet tall, but she had a killer body packed into that tiny cowgirl outfit. The singing blonde who made the first escape from the car was pretty tall, maybe five eight or so with an average figure. Not overweight, but not toned like she was a fitness freak either. Behind door number three was every young man's dream, a blonde, blue eyed angel that looked like she had just returned from a Playboy shoot. "You girls are welcome to join us if you want," Susan shouted toward the girls. "We've got plenty of beer and a blanket if you don't mind sitting on the ground." Now if I had been the one to make that suggestion, Susan would have accused me of being a pig, but the fact that she was the one to suggest it, who was I to complain? It took the girls all of about two seconds to grab a beer and start to introduce themselves. "Hi, I'm Karen," stated the petite brunet who had piloted the three to the concert, as she raised the dripping bottle of Coors Light into the air in a ceremonial toast. "And I'm Kristen," followed the blonde singer who had tipped us off that the ladies didn't come properly prepared for a tailgate party. "And I'm Kelly," stated Miss April, I mean the third of the three ladies. Susan and I introduced ourselves and we all raised our bottles in a toast. "Here's to good music, great concerts, and all the beer you can drink," we laughed, as the bottles clanked together. Four lovely young ladies and me; talk about luck! I was glad I had decided on the loose fitting shorts. Had I not made that extremely forward thinking decision, I would no doubt be a little embarrassed about right now when the girls noticed my uncontrollable state of arousal. Despite the alcohol flowing freely in my veins, the beer did nothing to suppress the growing stiffness in my shorts. For the next three hours, the five of us drank, danced, chatted, and listened to the music coming from all corners of the parking lot as we partied and prepared for the concert. By the time 6:30 arrived and it was time to go stake out a piece of turf on the lawn to watch the concert, we were pretty well buzzed. The crowd was unbelievable. I heard someone say the concert had sold out during the first fifteen minutes the tickets went on sale. I believe it. I have never seen so many people packed into one place in my life. The lawn was wall to wall people. It was mostly a twenties and thirties crowd, but there were also a lot of younger and older fans in attendance. We finally found a spot big enough for the five of us to toss a blanket on the ground, but from the size of the crowd, I was guessing we were going to be standing the entire concert and the blanket was just something to get trampled on. When the band started up, the crowd went crazy. One of my new friends, I'm not sure which one, let out an ear curling scream as Kenny stepped onto the stage. As the music started, the crowd was all standing and began to sway to the music. It was so packed you couldn't move without bumping into the person beside you or in front of you. Susan and I were standing side by side and Karen, Kristen, and Kelly were right in front of us. Kelly stood right in front of me and I kept bumping into her as we moved with the crowd. She didn't seem to mind the unintentional contact my groin was making with her firm ass as we swayed to the music. It may not have bothered her, but it certainly got me quickly back to a state of stiffened excitement. I don't think there is any way she could not have realized my dick was rock hard as it brushed against her repeatedly. Several times during the first hour of the concert, one of the girls in front of us would turn around, hands in the air swaying to the music, and yell something neither Susan nor I could hear over top of the loud music. One time it was Kelly, the next time it was Karen, and so on, and each time they would turn around the close proximity forced them to bump their tits right into my chest. None of them seemed to mind the close physical contact, and I certainly did not attempt to pull away, in fact, I was hoping they didn't notice me leaning in just a little to make sure we made contact. It was an extremely hot night, so half way through the concert, the band decided to take an unplanned intermission break. Given the fact that each of us had consumed several beers before and during the concert, we decided it would be a great time to hit the restroom. Unfortunately, twenty thousand other people had the same idea. It was like a herd of cattle slowly pushing toward the restrooms. If someone would have fallen down, they would have been suffocated beneath the crowd, but it was nearly impossible to fall down when you were pressed body to body with people on all sides. Lucky for me, I had a nice firm ass in front of me to nuzzle against, and a firm set of tits pressing me from behind. As always, the line to the men's room was a about a hundred people deep but the line to the women's room was about a thousand deep. "There's no freaking way I'm standing in that line," Susan proclaimed, as we worked our way in the general direction of the restrooms. "I'm using the men's restroom. Are you girls with me," Susan challenged, as she turned to our three new friends. This was a side of Susan I had never seen. She always seemed so prim, proper, and professional at the office. I was shocked to hear her so nonchalantly suggest they jump in line with a hundred drunken guys and willingly walk into what could be a dangerous, or at least embarrassing, situation. The girls weren't satisfied with just getting in line; they also felt the need to push their way right to the front. "Move over boys, we've got to pee," proclaimed Kristen, as they nudged their way to the front of the line, being "felt" and groped by numerous guys along they way. When they got to the very front of the line, two guys stood in front of them blocking their entrance into the restroom. "Sorry ladies," remarked one of the tough acting guys that looked like he probably arrived at the concert on a Harley. "If you want to pee, we get to see?" I saw Karen look at Susan with a "what is he talking about" look. Susan quickly raised her shirt and flashed the two gents her perfect 36C tits and then turned around and flashed the rest of the guys in line. "That's what he's talking about Darlin," Susan replied, as she pushed her way between the two gents and made her way to an open stall, leaving behind the cat calls resulting from her sexy display. "I'm game," stated Kelly, as she followed Susan's lead. All four girls made it safely in and out of the restroom. The bathroom stalls had doors on them, but based on how uninhibited the ladies were about entering the men's room, I'm guessing they would have stayed and completed their business, even if there had been no doors. With our business concluded, we headed back to our tiny piece of real estate on the lawn and prepared for the second half of the show. The second half was much like the first, only this time, Susan and I were in front and the other three girls were behind us. It seemed like at least one of the girls was leaning against me the entire second half of the concert. It wasn't always the same one, but I was almost in constant contact with some body part of at least one of the ladies. Needless to say, between the heat, the visual stimulation of being surrounded by scantly clad sexy ladies, and the constant feel of tits, thighs, or asses pushing against me, my cock was in a very confused state and couldn't decide if it wanted to stay hard, or just semi-hard. There were times when I swear it felt like a hand squeezing my ass and not just an unintentional brush of a different body part, but I quickly wrote that off as wishful thinking versus playful, flirtatious gestures from my new friends. The concert ended about eleven o'clock, but it was another hour and a half before the parking lot began to clear enough for us to leave. During the long wait for the parking to clear, we sat and chatted with our new acquaintances and continued our friendly and sometimes teasing conversation. By the time we left the parking lot and headed toward my place, I was in desperate need of relieving my balls of the tension that had been building all evening long. It was after one o'clock when we finally made it back to my place so I suggested to Susan that she might as well crash there for the night. It didn't take much convincing to talk her into it. Despite my insistence that I would sleep on the sofa and let Susan have the bed, she refused to take me up on the offer. As Susan grabbed some spare sheets and pillows to prepare the sofa, I headed for a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and smell of a long, hot night. As I was emptying the pockets of my shorts before stepping out of them and into the shower, I found a piece of paper folded and slipped into my right hip pocket. I didn't remember putting anything into my pocket, and was quite surprised when I unfolded the paper and read its contents. "If you'd like to have a private concert and do some more intimate bumping and grinding, drop me an email at: ladiesneedingadventure@yahoo.com." The note was simply signed, "K". Damn. Was it Karen? Was it Kristen? Was it Kelly? My cock once again sprang into action as the thoughts fired rapidly through my mind. All three ladies were attractive. Some were certainly hotter in a sexy way than others, but I would be up for a little one on one action with any of them. If I had to rank them in terms of preference, I would have to say that my first choice would be Kelly, followed by Karen and then Kristen. As I finished stripping, my cock stood at full attention as I couldn't quit thinking about the possibilities of a one on one rendezvous. Thoughts of me playing with that centerfold body of Kelly's, or tormenting the hell out of Karen's petite but firm tits with my hands and my tongue, or taking Kristen forcefully from behind, mingled together in my mind and resulted in an intensified rush of blood to my already straining cock. By the time the clear glass shower door closed and the water temperature of the shower reached my comfort level, I already had my hand firmly wrapped around my cock and was stroking diligently toward what I knew would be a quick but powerful explosion. My balls had been rocketed into and out of arousal mode so many times during the evening I was certain they would be primed and ready to finish the job that had been started multiple times, each episode stopping short of its biologically programmed mission. The Mystery of "K" As the steam began to fill the shower, my strokes became faster and my pulse quickened. Leaning against the back of the shower, I directed the tingling water from the shower head to massage my sperm filled balls as my fingers and hand slid rapidly over the sensitive head of my manhood. The whole time I was stroking myself, visions of the three "K's" kept invading my thoughts, driving my mind crazy with lustful thoughts of a private date with one of these lusty ladies. With my eyes closed, the water doing its magic on my balls, and my hand continuing its relentless assault on my rock hard cock, my final ounce of resistance gave way as an image of Kelly lying naked on the bed fingering herself crept into my brain. "Oh fuck," was all I could groan out before the pent up blast of cum erupted from my balls and rocketed from my fire hose in the direction of the shower head. The first blast was followed by a second, third, and forth pulse, each one delivering a slightly lower volume of liquid as my balls transitioned from fully loaded to fully depleted. When the last twitch of my cock subsided, my head crashed back onto the shower wall as my body relaxed in the aftermath of the explosive orgasm. As my head hit the shower wall, I heard the familiar sound of the bathroom door closing. It was not the sound of the door opening; it was clearly the sound of it closing! Shit, Shit, Shit. Had Susan been standing there in the doorway watching me get my rocks off? The clear shower glass was fogged over from the steam, but if she was standing in the doorway, there would be no mistaking what I was doing in the shower. Fog or no fog, my shadow would be completely revealing. Either my imagination was working overtime, or I had just been busted by my friend and colleague doing something I would not exactly want to be spread around the office. Luckily, I knew Susan would not use this against me, even if she had indeed witnessed the event; not while she was sober anyway. God only knows what might spill out of her mouth after a few drinks at some office party or get together though. I decided there was not much damage control I could do at that point, so I put on a fresh pair of boxers and climbed into bed. I tossed and turned for several minutes wondering whether or not I had been caught, and whether or not Susan would say anything even if she had seen me. I decided I would probably never know as I finally drifted off to sleep. Pulling my lazy butt out of bed the next morning was not an easy chore. The big down side of a Thursday night concert was that I had to work on Friday. By the time I got up Friday morning, Susan had already gotten up and left. She apparently woke up early and decided to go home and change clothes before going into the office. It was about nine o'clock before I finally arrived at work, and Susan was already there. "Good morning lazy bones," Susan chirped, as if she had been awake for hours. "I woke up early and went home to change," she added. "I hope you didn't mind." Although we were alone when she greeted me, she made no mention of seeing anything she shouldn't have witnessed the night before in the shower. No smirks or uncontrollable grins escaped her normal early morning facial expressions that would have given me a hint that she was in possession of very personal information about me. All indications were, "business as usual." "I couldn't sleep," Susan continued, as she sipped her morning cup of caffeinated wake up potion. "Too much excitement last night I guess." Too much excitement she said. I couldn't help but wonder if the excitement she was referring too was the excitement at the concert, or the after concert entertainment that took place in the privacy, or lack thereof, of my bathroom. As much as I wanted to know, I wasn't about to ask. "Time to get busy," I thought to myself, as I fired up my computer and waited for it to finish its slow and lengthy wake up process. As my computer booted and I impatiently waited, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the note that one of my new friends had cleverly placed in my hip pocket during one of the many either intentional, or unintentional brushes of body contact. I slowly read the note once again: "If you'd like to have a private concert and do some more intimate bumping and grinding, drop me an email at: ladiesneedingadventure@yahoo.com. - "K" I usually try to keep my personal activities and my professional activities separate, and I rarely ever do personal things at work, but this was one of those exceptions. I simply couldn't wait until I got home to fire off an email in hopes of finding out which of my new "K" friends was looking to hook up. Normally an email address gives at least a clue to the name of the owner, but this one provided absolutely no help. "Dear K," I wrote. "Glad to know you had a good time at the concert. I also had a great time. I would love to take you up on your offer for some private time. I'm actually free this weekend if you want to hook up. Let me know if you are free and let's get together." I went on to write, "I'm embarrassed to have to ask this, but which one of the "K's" am I talking too? Are you Karen, Kelly, or Kristen? Hope to hear from you soon, Brian." I had debated whether to send the message from my office email account or my personal hotmail account, but I was so anxious to get a response that I opted for the office account so I would see a response as soon as it came in, versus having to go into my personal email periodically throughout the day to see if the mystery "K" had replied. When noon came around, I had not yet received a response from my new friend. I was beginning to wonder if I should have opted for the hotmail account instead so that I could more easily access it over the weekend if she didn't reply today. I left for lunch a little bit deflated after a morning of anxious anticipation, resolving myself to the conclusion that Miss "K" probably didn't have access to her personal email at work and that I would not hear anything back until the weekend. When I returned from lunch, my heart jumped with an instantaneous pulse of adrenaline as I saw the ladiesneedingadventure@yahoo.com address in my email inbox. "Dear Brian," the message began. "Thanks for getting back so quickly. Glad to know you are interested in some private encounters. As far as letting you know the true identity of "K", let's just keep that a mystery for now. For the record, no one ever said "K" was one of the three names you mentioned. It is certainly possible that "K" is one of those names. It is also possible that "K" is more than one person. If you are up for a little surprise and an evening of unforgettable pleasure, all you have to do is follow the instructions below." My cock sprang to immediate attention. I was hoping for a date with one of these lovely ladies. The possibility of "K" being two of them, or maybe even all three, was something I had never even thought about. At first I was nervous about the mysterious nature of all of this, but now it seemed to be one of the biggest parts of the arousal. The anticipation of not knowing who, or how many ladies would be participating was an awesome turn on. My cock was straining incredibly hard against my pants as my mind conjured up all kinds of fantasies. "Tomorrow night (Saturday)," the email continued, "go to the Embassy Suites hotel at 7:00pm. There will be a room key waiting for you at the front desk under the name of Brian Smith. Once you get to the room, you will find further instructions. Please be aware that failure to explicitly follow the instructions that will be waiting in the room will result in an immediate end to the date, and you, my friend, will have missed out on a once in a lifetime experience." "Hey Brian," Susan called, as she came strutting into my office. "You want to go catch a movie or something tomorrow night?" I quickly closed the open email and attempted to discretely regain my composure. "Actually," I replied, with a look of disappointment on my face, "I have some things I need to do this weekend. Maybe we can catch a movie one evening next week." "No problem," Susan responded, "Just thought I'd ask. I thought you might be up for some fun on a boring Saturday night." I was certainly up for some fun, but I didn't dare tell Susan exactly what kind of fun I had in mind. I might brag about it to her later, but telling her I was turning her invitation down in favor of an evening with my mystery guest, or guests, did not seem like a good idea at the time. I thought 7:00pm on Saturday would never arrive. Like a kid waiting on a trip to Disneyland, my anticipation and excitement had me looking at the clock every five minutes, making my day of waiting seem more like a week. "Hi, I'm Brian Smith," I told the desk clerk at the hotel when I arrived. "I'm meeting a friend of mine here and she indicated there would be a room key waiting for me at the front desk." "Welcome, Mr. Smith," was the response from the desk clerk who looked like she couldn't have been more than eighteen. "Here is the envelope with your key. You are in suite 1215." Follow the instructions explicitly; otherwise the date will end immediately. That thought kept playing over and over in my head as I headed toward the elevator. The last thing on earth I wanted to do was to let my excitement and emotions cause me to do something to end this date before it even got started. Follow the instructions explicitly. When I entered suite 1215, there was no one inside. On the kitchen bar I found a typed note with my instructions. "Brian," the note read. "On the bed you will find a pair of velvet ties attached to the two foot posts of the bed. Strip completely naked and climb onto the bed. Tie one of the restraints to each ankle such that your legs are spread wide, but comfortably. Attached to each headboard post you will find a set of handcuffs. At a minimum, place your left wrist in the handcuff and lock it. If possible, also work your right hand into the cuff. Prior to attaching the second handcuff, place the black sleeping mask over your eyes in a position that prevents you from seeing anything. If you can not attach the second handcuff, that service will be provided for you." Maybe I should have been scared at this point, but fear was not the emotion that I was feeling. Extreme arousal was the emotion that washed over my entire body and mind. My cock was as hard as I think I have ever experienced it as I thought about what might happen in the coming minutes. "One last requirement," the note went on to say. "As you are laying there waiting, think about how much better it is going to feel with our naked bodies touching each other instead of through our clothes like we did on Thursday night. Your thoughts must cause you to become aroused. If you are not in a full state of arousal when it is time for the fun to begin, the fun will be over before it even starts!" Damn. Now the pressure was on. At the moment, sustaining an erection seemed to be a very simple task, but I was hoping the added pressure of knowing I had to sustain it would not have the opposite effect. With my ankles tied snuggly to the foot posts of the bed and my left hand secured in the handcuff as instructed, I worked the blindfold over my eyes with my free hand as instructed. It was completely dark. Part of me wanted to cheat and leave enough light to sneak a peak, but my better judgment won the debate when I considered the devastating consequence of not following the explicit instructions of my mystery guest. I made a token effort at closing the second handcuff, and then decided to leave it open since I had been given that option. If for some reason, my new friend, or friends, chose not to show up, with one hand free I might be able to get myself back out of this situation. With both hands and feet constrained, my only hope to escape would come at the hands of the maid who would find me lying naked and tied to the bed the following morning when she arrived to clean the room. That was a scene I really wanted to avoid. The second benefit of a free hand would be to provide some additional stimulation if my now hard cock decided to not be so cooperative and begin to deflate. Laying naked, constrained, and spread eagled on the bed for what seemed like hours, but I'm sure was merely minutes in reality, the thoughts and anticipations were running rampant in my mind. Images of each lady taking liberties with my vulnerable body pranced through my head and through my anxious rock hard cock. My cock continually twitched and throbbed as I imagined hands, lips, and dripping wet pussies relentlessly tormenting my body. There was no need to use my free hand for stimulation to keep myself hard. My brain was doing a fine job of taking care of that task all by itself. I heard the lock on the entry door click open as someone attempted to enter the room. The click of the lock, followed by the squeak of the door opening, and finally followed by the sound of the door closing, alerted me to the fact that I was no longer alone. "Hello," I called out, hoping to hear a voice, or voices that might give me another clue to who, or how many, guests I would be entertaining. Nothing. I could hear faint footsteps, but I could not tell how many. I could smell the faint scent of perfume alerting me that whoever had entered the suite had successfully made their way to the bedroom and was now staring at my naked body as I lay there waiting, fully exposed and fully erect. The edge of the bed sank slightly as someone sat on the side of the mattress. I could hear the soft sound of fabric rustling, most likely the result of my guest, or guests, removing clothing. There was still, not a word spoken. "Who's there?" I inquired, knowing full well that I was asking for an answer I would not receive. "Shhhh," came a muffled hushing sound as I felt a wet finger touch my lips, sending the silent but unmistakable message, "don't speak." As the delicate finger touched my lips, the scent of her perfume became overshadowed by the scent of her inner juices that were still lingering on the soft finger. Mysterious, aroused, and tormenting me to death -- this lady seemed to know exactly how to rev my engines up faster than they were already racing. If my heart were an engine, the tachometer would have been in the red zone at this point as my pulse raced to a fever pitch. As my lips kissed the anonymous finger tip to savor the taste of my new friend, I received a new clue. My intruder had long fingernails. I remember Kristen chewing on her fingernails while we were tailgating. Kristen didn't have long fingernails. That left Karen, the petite firecracker, or Kelly, the centerfold look alike, as my hot intruder. Or both! I was somewhat disoriented with my head still spinning when I felt my new friend grab my free hand and raise it above my head. It wasn't until I heard the click of the second handcuff that I realized what was happening. The hand that guided my wrist into the final constraint glided teasingly down my arm. Her fingernails scraped gently along my skin, sending goose bumps across my upper body. The probing hand was soon joined by a second hand and a pair of wet lips as my body fell victim to the teases and torments of the unknown stranger. My cock was aching for relief, still incredibly hard and suspended parallel to my lying body. I felt a warm hand gently touch the tip of my cock. I was hoping the hand was there to stay, but it left my raging hard on as quickly as it had arrived. I heard a soft moan escape the lips of my partner, and then I felt the finger once again touch my lips, this time with the sticky wetness of my own pre cum instead of the tasty juices flowing from her internal river. She had apparently sampled my pre cum herself before letting me taste the remaining drop. The hands continued to tickle and tease my body as I squirmed beneath their touch, unable to escape from the handcuffs and ankle restraints that limited my mobility. Soft kisses and traces of a wet tongue on my nipples and chest brought me to an even higher state of arousal. The hands and lips felt like they were detached from each other, each going their separate ways. Was that just my imagination in my blindfolded and disoriented state of mind, or was it a real fact resulting from the hands and the lips belonging to two different ladies? I could feel a pair of firm tits pressing against my torso as at least one of my playmates repositioned herself so that her tongue and lips could continue their southern journey. I felt the warmth of her breath on the head of my cock just seconds before I felt the wetness of her mouth surround and engulf my straining member. It took every bit of restraint I had to keep from filling her mouth with my cum before she even completed her first lick. With my breathing quickening and a steady string of moans escaping my lips, she had to know she was only seconds away from the incredible eruption growing in my balls. As my cock twitched with anticipation, my talented lover increased her pace as she now frantically bobbed up and down on my pole. A soft touch and a gentle squeeze of my balls sent me uncontrollably over the top and my cock erupted violently into her waiting mouth. I felt her lips clamp around my cock and her throat muscles working feverishly to swallow my load as my balls continued to drain. When the last pulse of my cock subsided, her lips released their grip and my emptied rifle slid free. I felt her lips touch mine in a fiery kiss, and I felt and tasted my own cum dribbling down her lips and chin. The sudden burst of lava from my orgasm had come too fast and in too great of a quantity for her to swallow it all. Our lips and tongues probed each others in a passionate kiss as we unselfishly shared the last drops of my liquid seed from her lips and mouth. "Climb on top of me and let me lick your pussy," I begged, as my breathing began to slow back down. "Shhhh," she whispered, bringing a finger to my closed lips once again. I wasn't going to argue. As much as I wanted to taste her and bring her to an equally blissful orgasm, I knew whatever she had in mind would be highly pleasurable for me. Despite having just unloaded one of the biggest explosions in my life, my cock remained only slightly less rigid than it had been at the peak of my arousal. I was pretty certain now that my company was only one lady. I still had no idea if it was Karen or Kelly, but at this point, I really didn't care. Whichever girl it was, she was doing a fantastic job of keeping me in a constant state of peaked arousal. My only thought was that I wanted more, I needed more, and I couldn't wait to experience whatever else she had in store for me. As I lay there contemplating what might be next, I felt both hands softly caressing my cock. One hand worked my shaft while the other gave my balls a warm and erotic massage. A few gentle kisses and licks to the head of my dick, in combination with the tantalizing hand action, and my guns were refueled and ready for action once again. Without releasing my stiff cock from her gentle grip, I felt her swing her leg across my stomach and quickly realized she was positioning her love canal to impale herself on my sword. I felt the tip of my cock make contact with her pussy lips as she guided me toward her deepest desires. A soft moan drifted from her lips as the tip of my cock entered her forbidden chamber. Her pussy was incredibly tight, yet as wet as a tropical rain forest making the penetration both possible and pleasurable for us both. Her body trembled as she slowly lowered herself onto my steel rod. When she hit bottom with my cock buried as deep as it could possible go, she let out a guttural moan and paused to enjoy the feeling of our joined union. The Mystery of "K" Rising slowly she allowed my cock to slip nearly entirely out of the grip of her pussy before sliding back down again, each time pausing at the bottom of the stroke to savor the pleasure of the fullness of my cock so deep within her. After several slow and methodical strokes, her pace began to quicken. I could hear her breathing sharpen and the frequency of her moans increase, both in the tone of her voice and the interval between subsequent gasps for air. Still no words, and still no indication of whether it was Karen or Kelly who was impaling herself on my throbbing cock. At the bottom of one particularly hard and deep stroke, she paused and ground her pussy into my pubic bone as if she was trying to reach just one millimeter deeper. With my cock buried as deep as possible, she continued to grind herself against my body, in an obvious attempt to feel my cock hit her deepest spots while her clit searched for the stimulation it craved. I could feel her fingernails against my pubic bone as she frantically massaged her clit with her fingers while my cock remained nestled in the deepest part of her womb. "Mmmmm," came a soft moan of pleasure as I could tell she was nearing climax. "MMMMMM," followed a significantly louder and more animalistic moan as the orgasm built within her. I was once again nearing my own boiling point and the sensual feel of her tightness milking my cock combined with the incredibly erotic sounds escaping her lips was quickly bringing me to the cliff of another orgasm. "Oh God," I can't hold back much longer," I groaned, as the unmistakable tingle in my balls began to emerge. As if my words were gasoline thrown onto a fire, she burst into a frantic fuck, riding me as fast, as deep, and as hard as she could possible thrust. As her panting body arched and tensed around my cock, she suddenly stopped at the bottom of the last stroke, gasped a sharp intake of air, and savored the feeling of the intense orgasm forcing her Keigle muscles to grab involuntarily at my intruding shaft. As the orgasm ripped through her body, I could feel my own explosion building and I knew it was only seconds away. "Fuck baby," I'm gonna to cum," I moaned loudly, as my body tensed in preparation for the big blast. I could already feel the cum attempting to escape from my balls when my mystery lover reached up and removed the blindfold from my eyes. My mind lurched from confusion to euphoria and my balls lost all control as I looked into the beautiful eyes of Susan, shaking and trembling as her juices coated my cock buried deep inside of her. There was no holding back after that. My cock blasted with a bigger and more intense orgasm than the first one. I could feel Susan's pussy muscles milking every drop of cum from my shaft as her orgasm lingered on and on. With my cock still buried within her and our combined juices now oozing from her pussy, Susan leaned down and gave me a deep and passionate kiss. "I love you Brian," Susan whispered, tears now flowing down her cheeks. "I always have, and I always will." The Mystery of Lady Sienna I traveled on through the fierce storm. The winds ripped through the trees, felling many branches and the rain came down in sheets. I could barely see a foot in front of the car. The wise choice would have been to pull over, but I was late for an important meeting and could not risk missing it all together. Finally I came to the turn for Big Cedar Mountain, the road that led to the Johnson Research Center and hopefully the rewarding of a large research grant that would keep me employed for years to come. The road was dark and curvy. I slowed the car but still was barely negotiating the curves as I climbed Big Cedar. Suddenly a mule deer jumped in my path. I swerved, doing my best to avoid the huge buck. However it was too late and I hit the magnificent creature a glancing blow and found myself careening over the edge of the roadway. I have no idea what became of the deer. Fortunately, my car managed to avoid the larger trees and the heavy brush brought my now useless vehicle to a gentle enough halt. How I had managed to avoid major injury I could not understand. I spent the next several hours in my car deep in a virgin forest waiting for the storm to let up. I knew there was no way anyone would find me, so I would be forced to get myself out of the ravine that would be the final resting place of my car. As the hours passed and the storm raged around me I had to fight off a growing since of panic and dread. I had begun to fear that my life would end in that dark foreboding forest. To get my mind off my dire situation and the dark thoughts that were threatening to immobilize me with fear a played an old game I had played with my siblings on long car trips as a child. Admittedly, playing geography by my self was a bit ridiculous, but it did help pass the time and kept some of the dark thoughts at bay. By the time the storm let up it was late afternoon and the shadows from the mountain and the trees made it seem the sun had already set. I decided to take my flashlight and attempt to walk back to some civilization. I soon discovered that climbing back up to the road was impossible. So I set off in what I figured was the general direction of the highway that had brought me to this remote forest. Having always relied on maps and road signs to navigate my way around, I was ill equipped to find a way out of this situation. As it turned out I had indeed made a wrong turn. I walked for several hours. I grew hungry and tired as the afternoon gave way to evening. I was now completely in darkness. Thick cloud cover obscured the stars. Even the full moon barely cast light through the menacing sky. I began to fear the storm would start anew and I would be lost forever in the foreboding wilderness. I was quickly beginning to lose all hope of being rescued, and was almost at the point of resigning myself to the harsh wilderness surrounding me, when I saw a flickering light coming from a distance through the trees. It clearly was not a natural light. I moved as rapidly as I could toward the source assuming it was the town I had passed by just before taking the turn for the mountain road. After about a half an hour I stepped into a clearing that turned out to be the leading edge of a vast lawn. At the far end of the lawn was the source of the light I had seen. Rising in the midst of the forest was a huge Victorian style structure. I was not sure if it was a very large house or a small hotel. It certainly was not a town. However, it had begun to rain again; I was soaked and cared little whether the building was a hotel or house. All I knew was it offered shelter and hopefully rescue from this nightmare. I ran to the building and rapped loudly on what I assumed to be the front door. To my horror there was no answer. After a long time of pounding on the heavy oak door I sank to my knees and crumbled up in the archway. Exhaustion, fear and frustration overcame me. For the first time since I was a boy I cried myself to sleep. I awoke the next morning in a comfortable beautifully decorated room. The bed was luxurious. The thick cushioned mattress was covered with fine silk sheets and a fluffy down comforter covered in exquisite Egyptian cotton fabric. The room was large and furnished with heavy oak antiques. A fire burned in the huge fireplace across from the bed. The damask drapery was opened slightly revealing it was daylight, a beautiful bright sunny day from what I could see through the small opening. I tossed back the comforter planning to find my host and discovered that was completely naked. I looked around hoping to spy my clothing, but they were not anywhere visible. I got up and began to look through the various drawers and closets in the large room. Not only did I not find my clothes, I did not find anything at all to cover my nakedness. I decided if necessary I would take the sheet from the bed to cover myself and go find whomever it was that has saved me from the cold, wet night. However, I figured caution was in order. After all, I was naked and in a strange place far from civilization as far as I knew. I went to the window and looked over an amazing garden. I assumed my room faced the back of the house, as I had not seen a garden when I arrived the previous night. The owner of the house was clearly a person of great means. The garden seemed to stretch on forever. There were all manner of trees, shrubs and flowers. There were fishponds and fountains and even a hedge maze. Several gardeners were out in the warm sun working. There must have been miles of flagstone walkways and all around there were benches for enjoying the beautiful setting. But it seemed no one was there to enjoy the scene. All there was amongst the beauty were workers and stone statues. Forgetting my nakedness I stepped onto the small balcony that was accessible through the large window. Looking down over the stone railing I saw that the room was at least three stories above the ground. The walls of the house were smooth, offering no means to climb down. One of the gardeners seemed to turn and look up at the house, but quickly looked away when he made eye contact with me. I again was aware of my nakedness and retreated into the room. I walked to the heavy oak door that blocked me off from whatever lay in the rest of the house. I pressed my ear to the door hoping to hear if there was any activity on the other side. I heard nothing but could not be sure if that was because the hall I presumed was on the other side was empty or because the door was too thick to allow sound to pass through. I attempted to turn the doorknob so that I could open the door slightly to peer out and made a disturbing discovery. The door was locked. I wondered if it was locked to keep me in or to keep others out. Was I prisoner? In any event the door could not be unlocked from the inside. I returned to the bed and sat down. It was clear I could not get out through the door. It was equally clear I could not climb down the outer wall of the house. I doubted I would survive jumping from the balcony and even if I did I was sure I would break most of the bones in my body trying. There was no phone or other device with which to communicate with the outside world in the room. Of course my cell phone was gone along with my clothes. Not that I imagined it would work in the remote area anyway. It certainly hadn't worked the previous evening when I so desperately needed help. I determined the only thing to do was to try to get help from one of the gardeners. I pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around my self as best I could before returning to the little balcony. Only two of the workers remained in sight. I shouted a friendly greeting, but received no response. Neither of the workers even turned their head. I shouted louder in a voice I was sure could be heard a half a mile away. And still got not response. I continued to shout, making my throat sore, to no avail. After 15 minutes of so of my shouting the workers stopped what they were doing and simply left without ever looking my way. Fear was rapidly beginning to take over. I knew I could not give into fear or I would truly be in a hopeless situation. I returned to the room and sat in a large, plush, leather armchair. I needed to gather my thoughts and figure out just what my next move should be. At that moment I could not see that I had many options. I must have been more tired than I thought. I soon fell into a deep sleep in the comfortable chair. When I awoke the there was a table set with elegant china, crystal and fine silver. Having no options and being very hungry I moved to the table and tentatively tasted the food left for me. The food was still warm and delicious. I decided that if I was to be a prisoner there were far worse conditions I could be held in. Once I finished the meal I began to look around the room hoping to discover something about where I was and who was holding me. There were no clues to either in the large room. Those drawers and closets I could open were completely empty. Really the only items in the room were the books that filled the shelves on one side of the room. I took a book down and returned to the comfy armchair I had napped in earlier. I briefly contemplated the possibility of life as a prisoner in that room. There were enough books to keep me busy for many years and if the food continued as the first, at least I would be comfortable. But still I knew I would soon go mad, like a caged tiger at the zoo. The horror of becoming a beast that only has pacing his cage to look forward to was too much to contemplate. I opened the expensive leather-bound book and began to read. Somehow, I managed to become lost in Dumas's vivid tale of the daring deeds of heroic Musketeers. I do not know how long I read before being startled by a sound at the door. The knob turned and the large hinges creaked slightly as the heavy door opened slowly. I was so surprised by the unannounced visitor I made no move. I did not even attempt to cover my nakedness. I was further surprised when my visitor turned out to be a beautiful woman. She was a tall, shapely woman with an aristocratic air. Her jet-black hair fell in soft curls over her round exposed shoulders. Her head was held high upon her long sensual neck. He long, black, silk dress was embroidered with what appeared to be real jewels. She wore a jewel encrusted leather band on her left wrist. The light glistened off the large gold amulet she wore on a chain around her neck. The toes and heels of her leather boots were just visible under the Victorian hemline of her gown. The object in her right hand appeared to me an old fashioned riding crop. The bustier she wore under her dress pushed her ample, voluptuous breasts up and together making them jut out and forming an inviting cleavage. "Good, I see you have rested and been fed. I trust you are comfortable?" she said in an almost commanding tone as if I could be ordered to be comfortable. At the moment she spoke I again realized I was naked, even though she did not seem to notice. I grabbed the sheet and pulled it around me. "I would be more comfortable if I had my clothing and knew where I was. As it is I feel like I am a prisoner. Who are you?" "I am Lady Sienna, the mistress of this house. You are of course our guest. That should be obvious by the way you have been cared for. However, you are here uninvited and that does present us a problem. As for your clothing, I am afraid a night in the woods left them soiled and in need of repair. We are trying to find something suitable for you." I did not know if she was speaking in the plural because she had illusions she was royalty or because there were others in the house. Perhaps she had a husband. I decided I needed to be very careful. Clearly, I could not be sure how much danger I was in without more information. "Well dear lady, I am most grateful for you generosity. However, I do need to be getting on to my destination. I am sure people are quite worried. Is there perhaps a phone I could use to arrange transportation out of here?" "A phone? I do not know what that is or how it would help you get to your intended destination. In any event the idea of your leaving here is quite out of the question at the moment. This is a very private sanctuary. Once here no one leaves." A chill ran down my spine as her words caused a line from the Eagles' Hotel California to play in my head. "There's plenty of room at The Hotel California, you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave!.... "What the fuck is going on here? I have no intention of spending the rest of my days in this room!" I hollered angrily as I jumped up and lunged at my hostess. To my surprise she deftly ducked away and moved aside. Before I could recover and make another attack, a large uniformed man stepped into the room and grabbed me. He tossed me onto the bed like I was a rag doll. "I warn you aggressive behavior will not be tolerated! If you wish to continue being treated as a guest and to remain in comfort that will not happen again!" Lady Sienna said in a tone that clearly indicated she was in charge. "I assure you there are far less hospital accommodations in the house. Now who are you and what are you doing on our property?" The uniformed man stood at attention glaring at me. He looked as if it would give him great pleasure to kill me in a most painful way with his bare hands. Lady Sienna had raised the riding crop and laid it over her open palm. She was either playing with me or threatening to use the tool to help elicit answers from me. As I had nothing to hide, she did not need the threat. Besides even if I had not wanted to be forthcoming, the presence of her beefy servant and his obvious desire to hurt me would be enough to convince me to tell all. I told her who I was and where I had been going. I told her about the accident and my car being destroyed. I was completely honest with her and she listened intently to the story of the last couple days of my life. However, it was clear she either did not believe me or did not understand what I was talking about. "Damn, another stranger with fantastic tales of amazing machines and places I know do not exist! Mr. Miller it would be far better for you if you simply admitted the truth. You are no doubt another interloper who came here to poach our game and became lost when our fierce weather surprised you. Now the question is what shall we do with you? Most landowners would have simply left you out for the wolves you know?" There hadn't been wolves in this part of the country for decades. I began to fear I had happened upon the private asylum of a very wealthy woman whose mind was long gone and was now to be her plaything. But why would her servant allow such things? I was dizzy with confusion. "Dear Lady. Please. I am no poacher. I told you the truth! I am due at a very important meeting at the research center on Big Cedar Mountain. You have no cause to hold me prisoner!" I was getting desperate and grasping at straws. I hoped being forceful would shock my captor into enough sanity to convince her to release me. "I demand you release me immediately! People will be searching for me and when they find you have held me illegally, it is you who will be jailed!" "You are a most foolish man! First you trespass and poach on our lands and now you threaten me? How dare you, you common lowlife. There is no Big Cedar Mountain in this country! There are certainly no buildings or research centers, whatever that is supposed to mean on any of our hills. Our estate stretches for many miles in every direction from this house. No one accidentally finds himself on our property! I will leave you now to give you a chance to decide to tell me the truth before I decide your fate!" She brought the riding crop down across my exposed hip as she turned and stormed out the door. The guard continued to stand at attention glaring at me. Somehow the big man staring at me naked as my hip stung from his Mistress's crop made me feel more naked and exposed than I had ever felt before. I had no idea what he might do to me. After a couple of minutes that felt like an eternity of his staring at me, he spoke for the first time. His voice was deep and gruff and his words had none of the polish of Lady Sienna's speech. "You are a fucking idiot. My Lady has been more than generous with you and you repay her kindness with stupid stories of things that do not exist in this world. I wanted to have your throat slit and your bones thrown to the wolves. But my Lady is a kind and compassionate woman and would not allow you to be harmed. I warn you her compassion has limits and I would enjoy it if you continue your insolent ways. You should know there are worse things than dying too!" I trembled as he stepped toward the bed. I had no way to defend myself against this beast of a man. The only thing that kept the fear from becoming madness was my belief that he would not dare harm me without his mistress's permission. He grabbed my throat and pulled me to a sitting position. Then he reached out and took hold of my right nipple. His fingernail dug into me as her twisted my sensitive flesh. Tears streamed down my face as the pain overwhelmed my senses. "When She returns, you better tell her the truth, you worthless slime! I doubt she will tolerate many more of your fairy tales before she turns you over to me. I know I will find the truth before you beg me to kill you!" He dropped my body to the bed and stomped out of the room. The heavy door closed with a loud bang and I heard the lock engage. I sobbed in desperation. I was trapped with no way out. I would tell her any truth she wanted to hear but I had no idea what her truth was. When finally I regained my senses I began to think of a plan. If she wanted a trespassing poacher, that is what I would be. I began searching the room for more clues as to what she might expect me to be. I had already figured I would need to be completely contrite. I also thought perhaps I needed to seduce her if I was to live. Clearly both her and the man who was playing her servant were completely insane. Somehow I had to find out what they believed was the truth. As I looked through the room, I realized there was not a single object that had been made in the last two centuries save the books that lined the far wall. Even the books were old, however. I scanned the titles and soon discovered most had been written long ago and none were penned in the last hundred years. Obviously, whatever story I came up with would have to be of a time long past. At that point I began to question my own sanity. Was I indeed what the lady said I was? Had I lost my mind in the forest and invented a tale of fanciful things? I screamed in shear frustration and threw myself upon the bed. Despite the pain of my damaged nipple I soon fell into another deep sleep. When I awoke the lamps in the room were lit. The flickering flames cast weird dancing shadows on the walls. Laid on the leather chair were a velvet robe and a note. I slipped the robe on and then unfolded the fancy piece of stationary. The note was hand written in an old-fashioned type script. The handwriting was perfect as if learned from long hours spent practicing. It said that if I was ready to speak the truth, I should knock twice on the door and join Lady Sienna for dinner. I quickly figured a story to tell her and knocked sharply on the door twice. I stood back when I heard the lock being opened. The door swung open and I met another large uniformed man. My heart skipped a beat when I realized she had more than one powerful manservant. Could they all be mad? Now I feared more than ever it was I that was mad. The man did not speak, but managed to make it clear I was to follow him. He led me through a long wide hall and down a staircase that reminded me of an old Errol Flynn movie. The staircase was an extra wide, stone curved structure. The wall seemed to be blocks of granite and soared much higher than the wall of any home I had ever been in before. Along the walls various antique armaments were displayed. The swords and armor gleamed as if it had been freshly polished for my visit. Interspersed with the weaponry were portraits of what I assumed were Lady Sienna's ancestors.