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The Punk

By: TonyDowse



Chapter 1

The Punk

It was late - it had been a long day and she was beginning to wish she hadn't agreed to the evening out. But it had been months since the four of them had met up and it had been great to spend time together again - they had all been such good friends at school - which now seemed such a long time ago.

There was still no sign of the train - 'Stations are such depressing places, especially late at night.' she thought.

Friday would have been better, she would have had a sleep-in to look forward to, but trying to find an evening when everyone was free had been difficult and the others of course had heavy dates for Fridays. Just like her flat-mate, away on business until next week, they all seemed to have such busy lives. She felt quite envious, listening to them talk of their careers, ambitions, men. Where had she gone wrong, she wondered.

Footsteps echoed hollowly as another late homegoer walked along the platform. She glanced up - and quickly looked away again. Rough! A 'punk'! Not one of the very extreme ones, at least his hair wasn't cox-combed, still the orange and green stripes in it, the raggedy clothes and the paraphernalia he was wearing were enough to label him immediately. She could hear the faint clinking sound of bits of metal as he walked slowly past. She kept her eyes lowered, the carefully ripped jeans, studded - almost obscenely and the grotesque boots were all she could see - and that was more than she wanted to, there, alone, at that time of night.

An irrational fear - but there were so many reports in the papers of women being attacked for no reason. The lucky ones merely robbed - she unconsciously tightened her grip on her bag - many, far worse!

Her mind flicked back over all she had read. Was it better to fight, or did that simply increase the risk of greater injury? Go for the eyes? The balls - that was the most vulnerable point! Scream a lot! Would she - could she?

The steady, echoing steps stopped. She risked a quick, sideways glance - and wished she hadn't. He was standing, twenty or thirty paces away - looking back at her!

'God - why didn't I go to Joan's place, as she suggested when she found out I was going back to an empty flat?' she thought despairingly. Joan - always practical, always sensible.

'Why doesn't the train come? Why aren't there more people around? Why don't I just get up and walk out of the station?'

'Because it's late, the streets are as bad, if not worse. I haven't got enough cash on me for a cab fare all the way home. Because I'm just being silly!'

She took another furtive glance. 'Damn!' He was still staring straight at her.

She felt suddenly cold and started to shiver involuntarily.

'Don't panic! Just don't panic.'

She looked back along the platform - there was absolutely nobody else in sight. 'Perhaps there are people - sitting down in one of the alcoves.' she thought. 'Of course there would be - everyone else would be too tired at this time to stand around waiting. Everyone but him of course.'

'Should I walk back down there?' 

'What if he follows me - and there isn't anyone there after all?'

She tried to remember coming along the platform earlier. Had she seen anyone? Had she heard any other footsteps since?

A blank! She had been too busy thinking about the evening, thinking over all the things the others had to talk about. Feeling left out, nothing significant to contribute. 

He hadn't moved, he was just standing there. Was he still staring at her? She daren't look up to check, in case he was. 

'Is he working himself up to do it? Or planning just how he's going to go about it?'

'If I take off my shoes I can run faster. But remember to keep one, as a weapon!'

She remembered having read that somewhere. Could she really do it - fight? Or would she simply faint from shock? 

'What if I just go up to him and give him my bag?'

'What if it isn't money he's after? It's the junkies that need cash - punks do it just for kicks, the thrill.' 

He hadn't looked like a junkie, a strong walk, too well built, he looked fit - tough!

'What chance would I really have?'

The shivering became almost uncontrollable.

Then, a sound!

'Thank God - the train!'

'Even if there's nobody else on the platform, there must be people on the train.'

Her legs felt as though they had turned to jelly and it was as much as she could do to stay calm. She risked another glance up - he was still staring at her!

The whoosh of air, the deafening sound of the train leaving the tunnel, gave her strength and the feeling of sheer relief was incredible. As it slowed she scanned the carriages for people, they seem mainly empty but here and there she could make out the blurred outlines of heads and shoulders. 'So long as there is someone in the carriage that stops nearest it will be all right!'

Thankfully there was, she couldn't make out the details through the grimy windows - but she could see two figures. The train stopped, the doors opened, she was in - and collapsed into the nearest seat and, seeing the punk getting into the far end of the same carriage, she was happy to know that there were at least the two people just behind her.

Even as the train started to slowly move she felt her heart still pounding, her hands still trembling in her lap. She fought to regain control of herself, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to relax the tension that had gripped her.

By the time the train pulled into the next, equally deserted station she was a little calmer and even though the punk, at the far end of the carriage now seemed to be dozing, the sound of the people behind her, whispering together was almost comforting. The train finally ground to a halt paused for a while and with the adrenaline flow lessening she felt herself relaxing and as the train started to leave the station she slumped a little lower in the seat and let her eyes close.


Chapter 2

The Attack

It seemed only a second or two later that she suddenly became aware of a rough voice.

'All alone then are yer love?' It's followed by a suppressed giggle from behind her.

She opened her eyes with a start as the voice continued -

'Didn't get any tonight, didn't yer? Walk out on yer did 'e? That's a shame - girls need it too, don't they!'

She's confused, still not fully aware - but the face of the youth now sitting opposite her comes into focus. Young, acne strewn over greasy skin, hair slicked back, watery, muddy coloured eyes. He took a puff of the cigarette that he held between nicotine stained fingers. Unblinking, he continued.

'Saw yer get on - nice legs. I bet the rest of yer is good too. Big tits I'd say. Like big tits I do. But then I bet yer know what a bloke likes - like it too, don't yer!'

The leer on his face widened as his free hand reached out and gripped her leg, tight, just above the knee. She froze, suddenly fully alert as a rush of renewed fear hit her.

'Like I said, nice legs. I bet you'd like to show us more of 'em, wouldn't yer?'

'Stop it!' She heard the words come out as just a hoarse croak which simply caused louder giggles from behind and a grimmer look and tighter grip of her leg by the young tough.

Then, taking another puff from the cigarette before dropping it to the floor, he leered again and reaching forward with his other hand, forced it up under her skirt as he continued.

'Me old man always told me - 'Don't forget Mick, when a piece says 'No', that's 'er way of saying 'Please', don't forget that!' - I reckon me old man knew a lot about the way birds think - and what they really want.'

She clamped her legs together as hard as she could and tried to take a feeble swing at him - only to feel herself grabbed from behind by the shoulders and yanked hard back against the seat. He chuckled - his thumbs digging painfully into the sides of her knees and though she grunted with the effort to stop him, his strength slowly forced her legs apart.

'I like a piece with a bit of fight - makes the fuck better, I reckon.'

The word and the cruel tone in his voice focused the fear and speared it up her spine like an ice-cold blade - the response from the one behind was an even tighter grip of her shoulders and another nervous snigger.

He looked over her head - 'Don't worry Billy, I'll make sure there's a bit of fight left in 'er for you. Just a little bit!' He added meaningfully as his eyes returned to hers. Now they contained no hint of amusement or fun - their coldness and the set of his face showed exactly what his plans were for her and the pressure that was slowly spreading her legs apart made all too clear the way he was prepared to achieve them.

She felt the angry strength draining from her body as growing panic took its place. His coarse hands shifted their grip, forcing her legs wider apart and she saw his eyes widen and the tip of his tongue appear at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. Calling on her last reserves she clenched her eyes tightly and tried to do the same with her legs.

He grunted at the unexpected action and for a moment she thought she has a chance - then the sheer strength of his arms defeated her and she heard herself sob as her body gave in. She felt her legs forced wider apart, herself fully exposed to his leering, hungry eyes.

'Yer should see this Billy - I can see 'er 'airs poking out of the sides of 'er panties. Looks nice it does. We'll 'ave them off in a jiff, get a proper look at 'er cunt then - before we give 'er what she wants. But you'll want a look at her titties if I know you Billy, enjoy that meself too. Hold 'er steady, I'll just have a bit of a feel of 'em, then we'll 'ave a look, see what she's actually got for us.'

Just then she felt the train slowing, another station - 'There must be someone getting on, please God let there be someone getting on!'

Her wide-staring eyes desperately searched the platform for signs of a boarding passenger and from somewhere she found the strength to struggle once more - but his grip was too strong and as the train slowed and finally stopped he growls.

'Don't be silly now - I don't want to have to really 'urt yer.'

But the threat is meaningless, there was no sign of anyone anywhere on the station, the doors opened, then all too soon, closed again and even before the train lurched forward he shifted himself forward and shoved his knees between her legs, keeping them spread wide apart while freeing his hands, which moved up to start to clumsily squeeze her breasts.

'Now, let's 'ave a feel of what you've got.'

'No, no - stop, please stop!' she screamed, almost involuntarily as the fear again surges up inside.

The protest produced more giggles from the one behind her but though the mauling stopped for a moment the angry threat in his voice is somehow even more intimidating than his physical assault.

'Shut-up - unless yer wants a belting as well. 'Old her Billy, while I get these fuckin buttons undone, we can both 'ave a good look then.'

His fingers fumbled with the front of her blouse and the one he calls Billy leaned forward, peering down over her shoulder. The stink of him made her stomach heave and her skin crawled from the feel of the other's rough fingers as, in frustration he finally ripped open her blouse and his coarse hands started to roughly squeeze her breasts.

'Nice tits.' he growled, tugging her bra down and fully exposing them. Then, looking up and giving her and evil grin, he added. 'I bet yer like having them played with like this. Makes yer horny don't it. And I bet you want to see what I've got for yer?'

With that, while one hand continued to squeeze, he dropped the other to his fly, unzipped it and pushed himself awkwardly up off the seat as he fumbled to get his cock out. In spite of her growing fear, the bruising pain of his rough handling and the dread of what she was going to see, she found she couldn't tear her eyes away from his crotch.

Then, out of the corner of her eye she caught a movement and turning her head saw the punk approaching from the far end of the carriage, her cry had obviously alerted him to something going on. 'He'll join in with them of course!' she realised. Her mind tries to blank out the images that immediately flash before her eyes - of their filthy cocks, all three using her in succession, using her as just a receptacle for their cum. 'What other horrors would they think of?' 'What will they do with me when they've finished?'

She prayed that her mind would just shut-down, black out whatever is about to happen to her.

The two toughs had been so intent on getting her blouse open and then trying to get her breasts out of her bra so they could get at them properly that they hadn't noticed the punk approaching. That was until he grabbed the back of the jacket of the one who called himself Mick - and jerked him violently to his feet.

'Leave the girl alone - unless you fancy a good kicking!'

The punk's voice was deep, authoritative and his expression of cold determination suggested he would enjoy the excuse to carry out the threat.

As Mick was seized there was a squeal of fright from the one behind her and his painful grip of her shoulders relaxed.

For a few seconds nothing seemed to happen, the pimply youth looked as though he was prepared to fight for what he wanted. Sensing that, the punk swung him around, changed his grip to grab the front of his shirt and suddenly brought his forehead down sharply on the bridge of the prominent nose.

Having originally branded the punk as a potential attacker, when she saw him coming through the carriage towards her she'd convinced herself that the assault and rape was going to be carried out by all three of them - so momentarily she found it hard to understand what was actually going on.

The instant cry of pain was followed by a sudden gush of blood, the mere sight of which had almost as much effect as the blow itself. He yelled again, grabbed at his bleeding nose and took off down the carriage, quickly followed by the other one too. They stopped by the far doors, the blooded one whimpering as he tried to both zip up his trousers and hold a grubby handkerchief to his face while the other cast frightened glances back over his shoulder at the punk.

She took the opportunity to pull her skirt down and adjust her bra, covering herself as much as her torn blouse would allow, hearing herself sobbing with a mixture of delayed shock and still uncertain relief. She looked up at the punk and saw that the hands, clenched at his sides, were trembling. He turned and looked down at her briefly, a grim, determined expression on his face, nervous tension showing in his eyes. 

As she felt the train begin to slow again he turned back to the two still cowering near the door and, taking a step or two towards them, shouted menacingly - 

'Off, off you creeps - unless you want more of the same - and a kicking to go with it.'

They didn't stop to argue, as the doors opened they almost fell over each other in their haste to get off. The punk moved to the door and looked out after them, making sure they didn't get back on again and called out after the sound of their running footsteps -

'And if I catch sight of either of you two again I'll give you a proper kicking, one you'll never forget!'

After the doors closed and the train jerked forwards again he made his way back and sat down opposite her. She saw that he was shaking all over and breathing hard but he managed a nervous smile.

'Th - Thank you!' she stammered. 'I ca - can't thank you enough for that.'

'It's O.K.' he replied with a widening grin.

'I can't bear to think what would have happened if you hadn't been here.' she said, then helplessly burst into tears. As she fumbled in her bag for a tissue he moved across to sit beside her and tentatively put his arm around her shoulder.

'It's all right now. They've gone. You're O.K., no real harm done.'

She tried to control her crying and, between intermittent sobs, managed to say - 'It's so silly! First I thought you were going to attack me - back there, while we were waiting for the train. Then I thought you were going to join in with them - the other two. But instead you come to my rescue like that.'

'Why would you have thought all that?' he asked with a look of amazement.

She blew her nose and felt the choking sensation inside her gradually subsiding. 'Well - I thought - I mean, you're - you're a punk! Everyone knows - you know, punks are into violence and all that!'

There was a long pause then an even bigger smile spread across his face and lit up his deep blue eyes, then he couldn't help himself and he started to laugh. 'You too! Of course! I fooled them, I was bound to have fooled you too!'

It was her turn to look amazed, until he explained - 'I'm not a punk, I've been to a party. One of those 'punks or pro's' parties.'

'But, but the way you handled that one - hitting him with your head like that.'

'The king-hit. I don't know what made me think of that - I saw it done in a movie once, the scene suddenly came back to me. Let me tell you, I was even more surprised than he was!'

He began to laugh again and, as the impact of what he had said sank in and in reaction to a growing sense of relief, she joined in with him, feeling the secure strength of his arm around her shoulders pulling her closer.


Chapter 3

Robert and Kerry

As the tension gradually subsided they exchange names - Robert and Kerry - and talk. She told him why she was out alone, how she had been meeting up with her old school friends for the evening. He told her that the party had been a celebration marking the end of their exams, that he was in his last year at university, soon to be an electrical engineer. As their conversation widened she found that he lived in a street not too far away from hers - and, although at first she protested, just a little - he insisted on getting off the train with her and seeing her safely home. 'Home? The empty flat.' she thought to herself as she remembered her flat-mate's business trip.

As they continued to talk she became conscious that the direction of his eyes was dropping every now and then and remembered that her attempts to cover herself hadn't been very successful and realised that, understandably, he was being attracted by the sight of her half-exposed breasts. Suddenly he realised that she had caught him looking.

'I'm sorry.' he said and she saw a faint flush starting to spread across his face as she tugged at the edges of her ripped blouse and smiled.

'It's all right, can't be helped can it.'

'It's just that - well, you're a very attractive girl and - I mean, I didn't mean to stare - but, well, you know...'

She nodded and gave him a grin. 'Yes, I know. Don't be embarrassed. I don't mind really. After all, you'd see a lot more of me if we were at the beach together, wouldn't you?'

He relaxed a little, smiled again and his arm briefly tightened around her shoulder. 'True.' He paused, then continued uncertainly. 'I'd like that one week-end, some time together at the beach I mean. Would you?'

'Yes, why not.'

There was a rising note of excitement in his voice as he said. 'What about this week-end, are you free at all?'

'Am I free at all?' she thought with a sad, inner laugh. 'I always seem to be free!' But simply answered 'I could make it Saturday, after lunch?'

'Yes, great. And maybe we could go dancing later. But you've probably got a date.' he added with a questioning look.

'Not this Saturday - I had planned to do some things around the flat - but - well, O.K.'

She felt herself being pulled closer as his arm tightened again - and liked the feeling - but just then, they saw that the train was finally approaching their station and she began to make a more determined effort to cover herself. He suddenly remembered what he was wearing and from among the various bits of metal attached to his clothes found a safety pin and, with his trembling fingers brushing against her skin, managed to pin the edges of her blouse more firmly together with it.


The Punk and The Bride



"Wait..."

He didn't let her say anything else. That one word was enough, the creature inside him didn't need any further encouragement, and in three strides he was on her; forcing that crazy skirt back, one hand around her waist - possessive and violent, one touching her face gently as he kissed her. Her lips and tongue were so hot and... God she tasted the same. So many years, just wiped away, erased by two kisses. Of course he still wanted her, he'd never stopped wanting her. Her hands were on his chest - she could push him away if she wanted to but she wasn't, she was bunching the thin fabric of his tee in her clenched fists and pulling him to her.

When they broke apart this time they both gasped, heaving in a lungful of air, but they didn't break apart. Travis was only a little taller than Ali, and they were practically eye to eye.

"I want you so much," he gasped, almost groaned, and they were kissing again. Short, powerful kisses where their lips and tongues met, tangled and broke apart again and again, driving up their pulses, shortening their breaths.

"I... I want you too," Ali brought her hands up to his face and held his head still, looking deep into his eyes. Travis was reeling - had she just said...? "I want you but... this is crazy. We can't... I'm getting married tomorrow."

"You're getting married tomorrow," repeated Travis, not mocking her, but seriously encouraging her to think about what they were doing. He had grown up. "This would be a... a spectacularly stupid thing to do."

"What would?" Ali's face, bare of cosmetics was so close and it was just like he remembered it. Every blemish and every pore - just as he remembered them. Four years and she didn't seem to have aged a day. "What would be stupid?" Her voice was low, breathless and incredibly sexy. He felt his pulse surge and his cock thicken in his too-tight jeans.

"Anything we do after this," their eyes were locked, the room could have been the size of a football pitch and they would only have been aware of the tiny box that they inhabited.

"This is... we can't." Ali said, and her voice was a wonder of regret and frustration.

"You're getting married tomorrow," Travis concluded, the disappointment rushing up to drown him.

"No," Ali smiled wryly, "I mean... physically. There's no way I can fuck in this dress, you can't get close."

"What...?" Travis was open-mouthed, but he didn't want to question it. If he questioned it Ali might have a change of heart and at the moment, as long as she had lost her mind, he was happy.

The Ali he knew, the one he had doubted had even existed, was back. She had probably been there all along, rationalising everything so that she slid easily into a comfortable, convenient relationship. But all that fire, that venom, had to come out sometime. "Fuck that." His cock was fighting for release now, pressed down against his thigh it wanted space to spring up and out, and he was eager to oblige. "No fucking wedding dress can stop us. Ok?" Ali kept him waiting for only a split second before she burst into a grin of excitement and nodded eagerly.

It was so natural, how they stepped apart and started to work things out together. Travis locked the door and started scanning the room to work out what they were going to do while Ali snatched her watch up off the table and got cracking on the time conundrum.

"We've got maybe twenty-five minutes, more depending on traffic," she looked at him sharply, concerned, "But I'm not leaving anything to chance."

"More than enough time for the bride-to-be to get the last good fuck of her single life." Travis was feeling more predatory every second - he wanted to push it now. He reached out and took her chin, gently but firmly, between his thumb and forefinger, "Are you wet?" Ali swallowed, and he saw that she was still struggling with this. Every second, her mind was swinging one way then the other. She had been caught up in the moment before, but now she was having second thoughts. Well, he wasn't. "Are you fucking wet?" he demanded again.

"Y-yes..."

"Of course you are," Travis shrugged off his leather jacket and he knew that his Ali was back, the way her eyes were hungrily reacquainting themselves with his tattoos. "There are no wires in that thing?" he nodded again at the monstrous poof of her skirt.

"No, it's all layers." He yanked a chair away from the table and then grabbed her arm - pulling her to him for another kiss. He forced his tongue into her mouth quickly this time and she gave a muffled gasp of surprise. Their tongues were loving this chance to get re-acquainted as much as they were. When the kiss broke this time Ali grabbed him by the chin. "Steady, ok? No more of that. Tom's always clean-shaven so if I've got some kind of stubble rash tomorrow..." she raised her eyebrows dangerously. "And for that matter, I'll have bare arms remember, and if you grab too tight you'll bruise me and..."

"Fuck, I want to bruise you," Travis growled, before he fought down the pounding, pulsing kick-drum beat that was ringing in his ears. "But ok, I understand. Now hurry the fuck up and bend over the table." Ali pouted, feigning offence, and Travis almost had to stop her to kiss her again. He resisted though, and watched the eerie way she was moving. Since he couldn't see her legs she might as well have been floating, but when he thought about seeing her legs in a moment his dick leapt again, desperate for freedom.

"Is this going to work?" Ali moved close to the end of the long table and carefully bent double at the waist, bending over and putting her hands flat on the top. Her massive dress was squashed between her thighs and the edge of the table, and beneath the surface it was a frozen explosion of taffeta and lace. At the back it curved out away from her slender waist towards him, still holding its original shape. Ali looked over her shoulder at him nervously, "Don't damage anything."

Travis didn't answer, he just grinned and bent to lift the dress from the very bottom.

"Hey! Wait!" Ali broke in, and Travis inwardly cursed. Her voice was trembling, nervous, was she having second thoughts again? "I want to see it... first. I want to see your cock." Travis roared with laughter. "What? I won't be able to see anything when you lift that up!"

"I know," Travis shrugged and grabbed the bottom of her pure white wedding dress and started lifting it.

The next few minutes were interminable for Travis as he wrestled with the myriad layers of fabric as best he could, trying to get to the sweet little pussy that he knew was under there somewhere. He lifted as many layers as he could, pushing them back and up so that they covered Ali's head, but then when he stooped for the next bunch of petticoats, the first set fell back on his head and he was lost in starchy, scratchy fabric.

"Fuck!" he spat, and it was Ali's turn to laugh, although he could still hear the nerves in her voice.

He started working faster, he couldn't spend all his time doing this - the consequences if they were caught would be pretty disastrous. He dug at the very bottom of the dress until finally, stretching and reaching along the floor, he reached Ali's delicate ankles. Then he slid his hands up her calves until he was sure that he had caught every layer there was. Finally he used both arms to lift the massive bundle of cloth and then he shoved it, as roughly as he dared, back so that it became a ridiculous white canopy around Ali's slender shoulders and over her head. He held it in place with one hand, catching his breath and looking down to enjoy the spectacular view he had revealed.

From where he was now Ali was just a pair of slender, beautiful legs, a deliciously pert ass and a tempting little pussy wrapped in red lace; all framed by a huge star burst of pure white lace, silk and God only knew what else. Ali's lower half emerged from the centre of this like some strange oversized stamen drooping from the world's largest flower. Travis could have taken in that view for hours.

"T-Trav?" Ali sounded nervous, but things were far enough along now. He didn't care anymore. He brought his other hand, his right hand, up and roughly grabbed the right cheek of her ass. Exactly the same as it used to be. He squeezed the pliant flesh, feeling the texture of the lace and the heat of the woman's body. Then he brought his hand away and dealt her a single, ringing slap. Ali gasped. 

"You'll be wearing white panties tomorrow, right?" he asked, his voice demanding a quick response. There would have been something special about fucking the bride in her wedding day lingerie, but then the contrast of the hot red panties with the pure white dress was much more Ali. Was much more his Ali anyway. It wasn't quite a thong but these red lace panties didn't offer much more coverage. His grin widened, they'd be easy for him to pull out of the way in a moment.

"Y-yes... This is just... what I wore today." Travis moved his hand over and slipped his thumb down the crack of her ass, pressing it into the rough lace and dragging it down until he was pressing against her sensitive lips. Then he started rubbing, and to his delight Ali, unseen behind that wall of white petticoats, started to whimper.

He wanted to savour every moment of this but the clock wasn't stopping. Somewhere out there Ali's mother and sister were making their way here and terrible things would happen if they found him balls-deep in the bride. He focussed himself on the pussy under his thumb.

"I like it - the red and white. Very fucking hot," he rubbed and pressed, Ali's muffled gasps filled the room. "Oh, you were wet already weren't you!" he chuckled, and she moaned as he pressed the red lace, hard, into her already-yielding lips.

"Not so... not so rough... I'm not ready yet!" Ali's voice was cracking now, just how he liked it. Travis had never expected this, but... well, he was a fantasist and of course he had dreamed of it. But dreams and expectations were two different things.

"What? Tom doesn't push your panties into your own pussy like this?" Travis goaded, rubbing firmly with his thumb and getting Ali's bright red panties wetter, forcing them a little more between her lips. She wasn't ready, and he was sure this wasn't comfortable for her, but she was getting moister by the second.

"No... n-no he doesn't," she squealed as Travis switched his hand around and started to trace his index finger right over where he knew her clit was hiding. "Trav, please hurry! We don't have time..."

"Shhh... Do you miss it?" Ali didn't answer, just gasped for breath as he switched again, this time using a kind of open pinch to press his thumb between her lips and rub his forefinger over her clit at the same time. "I said..."

"Yes! Yes, I miss it. Fuck... sorry, I nodded but..."

"I can't see you nod Al, I can just see your ass and your hot little puss. So you're going to have to be more... explicit. Let's see..." And with that Travis tugged the little lace strip out of his ex's hot, hungry lips and yanked it roughly to one side. He tugged and stretched, heedless of Ali's gasps of complaint, and, leaning back, he took another good long look. Ali's long pussy lips were wet and flushed with blood, and between them her cunt was a gleaming pink cleft that cried out to be filled. Stretching his thumb, he pressed at her firm ass cheek and there was her dark little asshole too. It was like meeting old friends.

Travis had to do everything with one hand, because if he let go of the massive wedding dress it would come cascading down and possibly crush him. So when he moved his hand to that naked, exposed cunt, he had to let go of the red lace panties he had tugged aside. The lace didn't have much give though, so it just slipped back, but not all the way luckily - it didn't cover anything, so he could easily slip the tips of his two middle fingers between those amazing lips and penetrate her body.

"Ah! Fuck... Trav..." Ali's legs went tense as he slipped his fingers into her hot, compliant cleft.

"Wow, your puss is so goddamn hot Pussy Cat," he chuckled, "C'mon, fuck those bride-to-be hips back on my hand." Everything was so natural it was amazing, just like it used to be.

"Sh-shut up, Trav. Don't be... oooh, fuck..." But Ali was obeying, and, struggling with the weight of her dress he could see her bare legs and ankles struggling to work her hips back and fuck herself onto his fingers. She could do it, but slowly.

"Don't be what? Is it hard to shift your weight being half-girl, half-meringue?"

"Don't be such a prick! You know it is."

"I think you need the practice then Al." Travis kept his hand still, letting Ali ease her tight lips over his knuckles. "Count it off."

"What? Trav, this is not the time or the..."

"Count it off. I'm not suggesting." Travis's voice dropped several degrees, and he felt Ali shiver from the chill of it. She gasped, and the next time her hips and the vice of her cleft came back over his digits she started.

"One," she gasped as she exerted herself, trying to balance the weight of the massive dress that Travis was keeping pushed up around her head. Then she rocked her hips forwards again and Travis heard her gasp for breath before she thrust back. This time she arched her back and raised her ass, pivoting her hips less and her pert backside to take more of his fingers in. "Two."

"Very good," he praised, his voice low and diabolical, "I wonder how high you should go?" He imagined that Ali was biting her lip, not wanting to provoke him any further.

She kept going though, with each number her voice cracking and her breathing becoming more and more ragged. Her 'seven' broke into a sob and he heard her whine in frustration. But still he just stood, his two fingers hard and motionless, his other arm aching but still holding the dress up in front of him. Her pussy, hot, wet and getting wetter by the second felt just so good sucking on his fingers that he couldn't tease her for long. He wanted to sink his cock into her too badly. The clock was ticking, ticking, ticking, too.

"Good Pussy Cat," he grinned when she got to 'ten'. "Just... academically..." he hooked his thumb up and felt her stiffen as he pressed the tip of it between her sweaty cheeks and against the pucker of her anus, "does Tom give you much attention here?"

"D-don't Trav, don't even think about it..."

"Does Tom think about it? Does he ever fuck you here?" he started to stroke it gently, feeling her tremble.

"I can't... It's private..."

"I've got my fingers in your cunt, Al. I think we're beyond private." Ali was silent for a few seconds, and he felt her whole body tremble as he thumbed her asshole and impaled her on his fingers.

"He doesn't."

"Fuck, now I just want to fuck your ass so badly..." he sighed.

"Trav, seriously now, don't."

"Ok," he sighed regretfully, "not this time?" He wished he could have seen her reaction when he said that. The idea that he could meet up with her when she was married, and fuck her again... was probably too much to even dream about. "Just here then," and with that he started to pump his fingers into her, hard. He fingered her so hard that he was lucky that she was already thoroughly aroused, and that she was sopping wet from the teasing. A little voice inside, from behind the creature that was driving him, said he might be going too fast. Too fast? They were under the clock here!

And besides if he slowed down - if he didn't keep pushing Ali - she might really have second thoughts about this.

And besides, besides - the wet slap of his hand meeting her flesh, as his fingers sank into her pussy, and the way it echoed in the empty room, was all the justification he needed.

"Uhn!" Ali's ass trembled as his hand-fuck shook her whole body. The taffeta and lace were rustling and shivering all around him. "Mmm-fuck, Trav... That's really... ah... really fucking good."

"Listen very carefully Pussy Cat," he responded, and reluctantly withdrew his fingers. They came out trailing a string of her glistening juices, which he tried, and failed, to keep from falling on the dress. Oh well! He slurped his fingers clean noisily. He waited for the comment - the biting sarcasm that Ali would usually unleash when he did something provocative like that - but there was nothing. He frowned - God she was even holding her breath, waiting for his next move! "You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm... I'm good." So she didn't want out? So she was just out of practice being dirty? Well, Travis hoped that they had time for him to help her with that, or they would both be in trouble.

"Ok then, what's this sound?" Still holding her dress up he fumbled and rattled noisily as he unclasped his belt.

"Trav, we don't have time..."

"No, you don't have time," Travis shook his belt buckle again, and responded brazenly, "I'm just risking the wrath of your family. Which I mostly live with already."

"Travis!"

"What's the sound, Al?" He kept his voice calm and unhurried, watching the muscles of her thighs tense and twitch nervously. She swallowed so loud that he could hear it from behind the bridal wall.

"You unbuckled your belt." Her voice was shockingly meek - it looked like his Ali wasn't completely back after all. Shit, but no matter who she was with or what she was wearing he couldn't bear to see her without that old fire. He had to push her - just like his creature pushed him.

"And now?" He popped the button and tugged slowly on the zipper of his jeans. The dull clicking of the metal teeth coming apart. His cock, finding more room to move and to rise up against his tight cotton boxers, thanked him.

"You're undoing your... your jeans."

"And now?" he asked, even though there was nothing for her to hear but the slightest scuffing of fabric on skin.

"You've got your cock... out..." She was breathless and Travis, who had done just that, gave his member a couple of strokes in preparation - though it was pretty much unnecessary. Having the love of his life here, displaying her most private, intimate places for him in her fucking wedding dress had got him unbelievably hard. But, amazingly he found that he was still thinking things through rationally.

"Al, I don't have any condoms. Sorry, but I never really saw this coming." Ok, if anything was going to drag Alison Frost out of this lust-driven moment it was that. Serious contemplation of safety and so on. They used to always fuck bareback, but they had both slept with other people since then and things were...

"It's ok. I already thought about that," Ali cut in, almost impatiently, "I mean if you're safe? And it's ok with you, then just... just hurry up and fuck me already."

"Jesus-fucking-Christ-OK-no-problem!" Travis's prick, guided by his hand and already seeping and wet, swept across and touched gently against the soft wet folds that were the gateway into her body. And he wanted to say more, to provoke her or tease her more, to bring out more of the old Ali, but now they really couldn't wait and with a low sigh he stepped a little, thrust with his hips and then...

She was around him, holding him tight - tighter than he remembered, but just as slick and easy for him to slide into as she used to be. He didn't force it this time though, letting himself thrust as far as she would allow and just savouring the feeling of being with her again. He was so close to her now, and he could barely keep the lace and frills out of his face. He pushed them back even further with the one hand, using the other on her hips to help him keep his balance. God, she was so tight.

"Nuh!" Ali made an animal exhalation of breath as he filled her as deep as she would allow, and he wished he could see more of her, that he could really know that he was fucking Ali Frost once again. "God, I missed that... cock." Travis grunted as she said that and, inside her, muscles squeezed him. He was by no means the wielder of a prodigious weapon, but still he had nothing to be ashamed of. He bit his lip and moaned, to stop himself from prying, mockingly, about the size of the prick she had been most recently acquainting with.




The Punk and The Bride



Sorry to be fucking your fiancee Tom, but you are kind of a jerk. Also, it sounds like mine's bigger than yours.

"What are you waiting for?" Her voice was still shaking, still nervous, but crackling a little more now, a little more irritated.

"Just enjoying every second Pussy Cat," he grinned, "now try and relax..." He pulled his hips back, slipping out as far as he dared - until her pussy was just a tight clamp around his bulging head - then he thrust back in again. This time she let him in deeper. He knew she could take his whole length, and he wanted her too. He wanted to really be able to fuck her, deep, hard and violently. Just like he used to.

"Mmmuh!" she grunted again, and this time the grip on his shaft almost made him drop his tiring arm and let the dress come tumbling down around him. "Did you get... bigger or something?" Her voice broke so sweetly that his heart beat even faster.

"Pussy Cat, don't say that, you'll give me a big head. And my head's already big enough to stretch that little pussy. Feels to me like you got a whole lot tighter too." He moved faster now as she relaxed and loosened up, getting used to being penetrated by the fatter prick. Now, he was deep inside her, almost flush with her hips. And almost without either of them noticing they starting moving to a rhythm. They started fucking.

There was no way he could escape that wall of white to see himself splitting her pussy open like he wanted to. In fact, all he could see was white now, he couldn't even push the dress back enough to see her ass, or the base of her back. In that way they were equal now, both unable to see the old lover they were fucking.

"I think you might be bigger than..."

"Ssshh, Al. Tell me later, I don't want to talk about him now." Travis even surprised himself by saying that. He didn't want to talk about Tom? About how his manhood was bigger than Tom's? Of course he did! Then again - sex now, gloating later. "God I missed this cunt so much," he groaned as he got faster still. Now she was shaking. Now the dress was wobbling and shaking all around him. Now they were really moving.

"Ah... uh-huh... deep, like that." Her voice was getting higher, and he found that he'd forgotten that about her. Remembering just made it even sweeter. He struggled to obey, really pushing himself until his thin hips were pressing and squashing into the soft cheeks of her ass. "Oh wow... fuck!" she almost squealed as he did this, penetrating her so deep it was almost too much. Sometimes she stopped him when he went so deep. She used to stop him. Whatever.

His hips started to slap against her and he could hear them clearly, mingling with her short, sharp gasps and half-spoken curse-words. The bride-to-be's sticky little cleft was completely yielding to him now; it was tight, but he could go as fast as he wanted. So he let himself go; he let the creature inside go as fast as it wanted.

"Fuck! Fu... shit! Trav, this... is... incredible..." He didn't know, he couldn't see, but he imagined his hips were probably a blur as he just... humped his ex as hard and fast as he could. "Can you... can you touch me too?" The half gasped, half sobbed request, the hint of begging in her voice - there was no way Travis could refuse. And for some reason he didn't even feel close to his own climax. It was as if his subconscious was somehow holding him back, wanting to prolong this - perhaps the last time he'd get to fuck Ali Frost - for as long as possible.

But to reach under her, to get to the precious clitoris that was demanding attention, he had to lean forwards. And he still needed to support himself on her hips but then, with one hand supporting himself on her, and the other... really on her, he couldn't hold back that crazy wall of white. Oh well.

"I'm going to let go of your dress, and... well yeah."

"What?" Ali's was getting lost in the thrust, the wet slap, the prick that was filling her - her voice was distracted.

"See you later I mean," Travis gasped and, leaning forward, he pressed himself into the petticoats that faced him and moved his hand down. With a sigh and a rustle the layers and layers of fabric settled around him, muffling the sounds of his hips and of Ali's sweet, girlish whimpering, and stranding him in a white void.

His finger was at her lips now, and he slipped it inside, feeling his own prick as he invaded her again and again. But the feeling was surreal, as if he were touching someone else's body. He couldn't see himself fucking her, fumbling for her clit; he could only feel it. "Fuck, this is hot," he said, and Ali's voice answered him but he couldn't make out what she was saying. How were they doing for time? Fuck it.

Ah, there it was! His searching index finger slipped, in the wet mess of her crotch, over a hard little nub of flesh and he quickly returned to it. Rubbing blind, going only on touch. And his lean hips, stoking in and out of her, were on automatic pilot, though... now, oh wow, now he could feel it. He could feel the peak approaching. As he touched her clit Travis felt Ali's hips jump, and the squeak of pleasure was shrill enough to pierce the dense white shroud he was submerged in.

"Shit!"

She went on, but he couldn't make any of it out, and he was lost now. He couldn't see anything but white, couldn't hear anything but muffled grunts and gasps, and every sensation in his body seemed to be coming through his twitching, throbbing shaft as he plunged it time and again into the honeyed, silken channel of her cunt; and the tip of his index finger on his left hand, where he was flickering it back and forth over her clit.

She was shaking and her movements caused his entire, pure white world to shiver and hiss around him. She felt so right on him that he was lost for words; not that it even mattered, she couldn't have heard him if he had found anything to say. He was pumping into her wildly, his breath hoarse, ragged, echoing in his own ears. And his finger kept... it kept slipping off her... off her clit... he couldn't concentrate. God she was getting tighter! She was... oh wow, she was coming.

The experience was utterly surreal. Cut off from the outside world, when Ali's hips froze and her pussy clenched itself like a fist around his prick, Travis was thrown for a second. But when she started spasming - gripping him then releasing him - and when he felt his finger slipping through a little... then a lot more of her sweet juices, he remembered everything. She came just like she used to. He just wished he could have heard her properly! But he could feel it, and knowing that he'd driven this amazing woman to an orgasm in her wedding dress on the night before she got married made him feel... evil and wonderful.

But it was going to get better. He was concentrating on his pleasure now and soon his prick was going to be shaking and jerking, pumping his spunk into her tight little puss like he had done so many times before. Never in a wedding dress though. He was getting closer, and the sensory deprivation tank of her skirts and petticoats was a fantastic way of focussing his senses on the pleasure that was shooting through him with every plunge, every savage thrust. He was almost...

Suddenly he was overbalancing, and with an awkward, uncomfortable bend of his prick he was out of her, his member twitching and lost in her petticoats just like the rest of him. She had lifted herself off the table and shoved him! What the hell was... she didn't want him coming inside her? Jesus, what the fuck? He stumbled, disoriented to be dragged back to reality, and momentarily unable to find his way out of his pure white lace cocoon.

Ali stepped away as well, moving from the table, and with a gasp he staggered back into the room. He looked furiously back over at her, an array of colourful trash talk loaded on his lips, but her terrified expression and the raised finger pressed to her lips instantly made him realise what was up.

There was a knock at the door.

"What time is it?" he hissed.

"It's not my mother, we still have at least ten minutes!" she half mimed back, "We must have! I think it's Claire."

"Claire?" Who the fuck was... oh, the assistant who took her coffee break. Great. Sure enough her voice filtered through the wood of the door straight away.

"Uh, Alison? Miss Frost? Mister... uh... are you in there?"

Travis shrugged, made a face, sourer than sucking on lemons, and started trying to ease his rock hard, come-slick prick back into his underwear. So, we'd better get cleaned up; his expression said. But Ali still looked utterly spooked.

"You can't be here!" She whispered, coming closer to talk to him, and sorting out her rumpled, lopsided dress as best she could.

"We'll just tidy ourselves up and she'll be none the..."

"We locked ourselves in - alone - and then we were slow to answer the..." Ali squeezed her eyes shut at Travis's blase attitude, "No-one's that stupid! And no-one can know about this!" Travis tried to stop the smile, but failed - whenever he got a look at that old bite it made him unreasonably happy.

"So... what?"

"You've got to hide! I'll pretend I was like... sorting something out and then... you can slip out later or something!"

"Ali... hide where?" Travis stretched out his arms - the room was inconveniently open. "Under the table? She'll see me for sure, and me hiding is about a million more time more suspicious than..." Travis stopped, and started grinning from ear to ear.

"Trav, be serious, what the hell..." Ali's face was flushed with blood, though Travis believed that was because of the thorough fucking and trembling orgasm he'd just given her, rather than the stress of the situation. He was an optimist like that.

"Trust me, and do what I say."

- - -

"Sorry Claire I was... I... had my..."

"Are you ok Alison? I didn't know what was going on!"

"I had my, y'know, my tits out."

"Oh!" the assistant squeaked. Travis couldn't help but grin. She probably hadn't heard Ali being so explicit before, and Ali herself probably hadn't even noticed it slipping out. He'd dragged her back into the gutter when they'd fucked. She'd have to watch herself around Tom now. Fuck, his foot was cramping.

"I needed a second to..."

"Where's uh... whatsisface?" Travis held his breath and looked up. Go-on, he thought, say the stupidest think you could say. Say: he's between my thighs right now.

His nose was inches from her pussy, from the hastily rearranged crotch of her red lace panties, and her hot thighs were pressing against either side of his head. His legs were folded crazily and very uncomfortably beneath him, and the smell - oh God, it just smelled like pure, raw, unfiltered sex down there. Like animals and heat and... so, so good.

He was hidden in the small space at the centre of the upside down bloom of Ali's wedding dress. Again his world was a rustling world of lace and taffeta but this time he was also pinned between Ali's long, gorgeous legs, and her hot thighs - slick with sweat and her own girl-juice where it had trickled or been smeared down.

"Travis left a few minutes after you did. Listen it turns out this bra isn't... I'm not quite happy with it. Y'know, with this shoulderless number I don't want to be worrying about... anything."

Travis listened carefully, and slowed his breathing until he could barely hear it himself. But in this position... how could he possibly just sit there and do nothing? Ali was completely at his mercy. He put his hands on her thighs - loving the heat that was still coming off them, and slid them up. If she could get rid of this girl then they would have a few precious minutes together before he had to escape.

"Right?"

"Ah-um," he heard the tremble in her voice. Now that the petticoats weren't pressed against his head he could hear a lot better. He turned his head the tiniest amount and sunk his teeth, ever-so slightly, into her thigh. She tasted of salt and sex. "Can you be a darling and go up to my room and get me... an-nh... other bra." His hands slipped higher and he pressed his fingers against the edges of her panties... oh God, she was still so wet she was seeping out... he started stroking back and forth very gently. He hoped that she had a whole lot of self control.

"Oh... sure! Do you have one in mind?"

"Mmm... yes?" he grinned as Ali's voice broke upwards in an absurd way.

"Alison are you...?"

"I'm fine! Fine!" she squeaked, "Just that rearranging this dress... it's pinching a bit..."

"Oh! Let me see, I'll fix it for you!" Claire sounded so helpful, but even Travis grimaced nervously when he heard her step forwards - perilously close to his hiding place. He didn't stop his fingers though. He pushed Ali's panties aside again, just as he had done when she had been bending over the table for him, and then lovingly pulled her long, luscious pussy lips apart. In the dim light she was a glittering jewel, gleaming and glistening.

"No!" Ali cried, far to loud, and both of the other people in the room froze. "Just go get the bra first then we'll sort the whole lot out and I can get ready for the... mmmfff..." He heard Ali bite her lip and tail off. She was fighting for control, and it was all his fault, he'd just slid two fingers into her defenceless pussy. His other hand was quicker to find her clit this time too, and he felt her thighs tense around his head.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"I think a little... indigestion... ah!"

"Oh, Alison!"

Indigestion? Travis almost had to stifle a laugh, Ali was still Ali, she could really think on her feet. Or on her back, whatever position she happened to be in. He started fingering her in earnest, exploring her slowly so as not to make a noise, and quickly strumming his other two fingers over her clit faster and faster. He wanted to taste her but he couldn't squeeze his face between her thighs without her spreading them much wider.

"The white bra with the little p-pink flowers." Travis's prick, that had been shrinking a little from the nerves and lack of attention, started stiffening back up again. It was still jutting up, fully exposed from his groin, and his jeans and underwear were still halfway down his thighs. If the girl had found him there would have been very little room for improvisation. He reached his fingers up, inside Ali, and hooked them slightly - searching for her g-spot. "Can you... can you also see if they have anything for... numfff... indigestion at reception?"

"Oh sure! Are you sure you don't need me to..."

I just..." Ali's voice was a tremulous squeak, and she had to cough to get it under control, "I just need a few minutes alone I think."

"OK, I'll hurry! I'll be right back!" Travis couldn't believe she had fallen for it, as the young woman's footsteps headed for the door.

"Claire!" Ali's voice was shaking so badly - how could the girl not be suspicious? "The... fuck... the key. You forgot... fuh..." Again he fought to contain his laughter as Claire dashed across the room to take the room key off Ali. He started finger-fucking her faster now, the other girls footsteps hiding the soft, sexy wet sounds he was making in her. Oh, and she was getting so wet... so very wet. She couldn't be far away from another climax

"God! Hold on ok?" This was insane, the girl was lovely, but utterly naive.

"I'll... hngh... try..." gasped Ali, and Travis heard her breathing out long, snorting, equine gasps through her nose. He put more pressure on her perfectly slippery clit, pinching around it and pulling the flesh to tease it even better. Oh... he felt the tight walls of her pussy clenching around his fingers... here it comes.

As the door slammed Ali bent double and released a savage, violent grunt. Travis, his fingers as deep inside her as they could go, gasped in surprise as a sudden rush of liquid soaked his digits and dripped down onto his, still upturned face. For a second Ali's thighs became a vice, trying to crush the top of his head and she let out the string of curse words she had been bottling up for Claire's benefit.

"Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, motherfucker!" Actually, Travis thought, she used to do that with more variation.

"Was I distracting you?" He knew his voice would be muffled, but he was sure she would understand. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her quivering folds and sucked them clean again.

"Motherfucker!" she hissed, but not without a hint of happiness, "Get the fuck out from under there."

"I said was I distracting you?" He carefully lifted the layers and layers of her dress and crawled out.

"Ok, now, you've really got to get out of here. Trav, we..." Ali tailed off as he stood up, a comically innocent expression on his face and the demanding curve of his cock clutched in his fist. She bit her lip, and her face flushed an even deeper red.

"I've still got this thing Pussy Cat. I'm not leaving until you do something about it." His voice was calm and more than a little threatening. She clenched her fists and glanced at the clock, then at the door.

"Shit."

"Tick-tock Pussy Cat," he smirked, starting to jerk himself off, feeling like some depraved sex-fiend. He loved feeling like that. He was daring Ali so shoot him down, to lay down the law and just tell him to grow-the-fuck-up and get out, but instead his eyes widened in disbelief as she gathered her petticoats as best she could and lowered herself into a crouch, then knelt in front of him.

"Come here, and don't step on the fucking dress."

Travis didn't need to be asked twice (he probably wouldn't have needed any verbal prompt at all in fact) and he carefully widened his stance so he could bring his proud member to bear on Ali's gorgeous face without standing on her wedding dress. The dress was still a pure, virginal white, despite the dirty activities that had been going on behind and under it.

"You get to taste both of us," grinned Travis as Ali took him in her left hand and started pumping him, "I'm still wet from your cunt."

"Shut up and come, you shit," she responded, and there, in the dirty smirk and the foul language, was his Ali, back to one hundred percent again.

Her lips closed around his head, her tongue lavishing his tip with attention while one hand jerked him as fast as she could. He let his head and his lean shoulders fall back. Tom had to be enjoying this though right? Lucky fucker, he was going to be marrying the best cock-sucker that Travis had ever known. 

Oh God! As her lips moved further down his shaft and she started to bob her head in time with her hand he saw the light at the end of the tunnel rushing to meet him. She always did it so well, with so much saliva that it ran down onto his balls when she rushed like this. Incredible. Her tight fist controlling him, her lips and tongue making everything go twice as fast.

Her finger was poised, ready to penetrate his unknowing asshole when suddenly he half coughed, half laughed and thrust his rigid tool further into her mouth, spurting and spraying. His balls were clenching and bobbing in their sack and without thinking he brought his hands round and held her head in position while he came, copiously, into her mouth.

"Mmmf!" she complained a little at this rough treatment, but he wasn't gagging her. The size of the load was a little difficult to deal with though, and as he made his last few thrusts he broke the seal she was struggling to maintain and trails of his semen started to trickled down her chin. "Mmmmf!" she squeaked again, and brought her hands up to collect everything that escaped, lest it fall onto her dress.

It had taken her less than ten seconds to get him to ejaculate into her mouth.

"Ho-o-o-oly SHIT!" He couldn't help the shout of joy that burst from his chest. "That was fucking... Wow! You were going to finger my ass weren't you? Dirty Pussy Cat!" He stepped back and pulled himself out of her lips with a slight sucking sound. Ali looked up at him, clearly still holding his seed on her tongue, then swallowed it showily. She kept her hands, gingerly, delicately near her face as if expecting his creamy come to drip off her from some unexpected location at any moment.




The Punk and The Bride



"Ok, there are tissues in that box over there," she indicated with a nod, "I need a lot. And you need to go right now."

Travis grabbed the tissues and handed them to her, not bothering to take any for himself, just cramming his messy prick back into his boxers and then wrestling his jeans up over it. It was finally shrivelling back down. Ali quickly started wiping around her lips and checking the rest of her face for any... unwanted fluids. She was glowing with energy, but very focussed on putting everything right now. Her eye blazed dangerously at him as he dithered, unsure, in front of her.

"Go!"

"This was... What was this?"

"I'll call you and we'll talk, but it doesn't mean... I mean, I'm still getting married tomorrow." Travis nodded, he understood. "You were looking for the old me, I know you were Trav, but I'm not that person anymore. And I don't think you're the same either."

"I know you're not the same..." Travis touched her shoulder tenderly, knowing that he really did have to leave, and then moved towards the door, "I just wanted to see that the new you still had the best parts of the old you. Tom's a lucky guy."

"I'll call you Trav," she smiled.

"Enjoy tomorrow Pussy Cat," he replied, stepped out of the door, and closed it on that part of his past at least.



The Punk



'There, not perfect but if you stay close to me at least you won't give the ticket-collector the wrong idea about what we've been up to on the train.' he said with a wry grin. 'Unless you want to report those two of course.' he added, more seriously.

'Oh no. I'd rather just try and forget all about it. I couldn't stand all the questioning - and they'd never find them now.'

'I think you're right.' he said as he helped her to her feet. She was surprised to find that her legs were decidedly wobbly and was grateful to have him to hold on to for support as they got off and made their way out of the station.

The streets were deserted, the lights creating dark, shadowy patches and as their foot-steps echoed from the surrounding buildings she was very glad that she didn't have to make the walk alone, grateful for the feel of his hand holding hers and when after the short walk they reached her block of flats it seemed only natural that she should ask him in.

'Would you like to come up for a coffee?' and for him to answer. 'Yes please. That would be nice.'

Once inside she asked him to put the water on to boil and headed for her bed-room where she quickly changed into a fresh blouse and made repairs to her tear-stained make-up. As she checked her face in the mirror she became aware of a strange feeling inside and, for just a moment thought the eyes she was looking into were not her own but someone else's - those watery, muddy-brown eyes of the thug, then they were replaced by Robert's, those deep blue, caring eyes. She shook herself, then, turning off the light behind her, returned to the kitchen to find that Robert was already making the coffee.

'That was quick.' he said when he heard her come in, then turning to look at her, added unthinkingly. 'That's a pity.' Then, embarrassed, went on. 'I mean, well, - I couldn't help liking the way you looked in the other blouse. he explained quickly.

Kerry smiled. 'It's still me inside it.'

'Yes, of course it is.' he replied, then left what he was doing, moved to stand closer and held her gently by the shoulders. 'How are you really feeling?' he asked. 'I mean - you know - shock. There can be strange after-effects, you know, once the adrenaline has stopped.'

She realised that his question was making her face what she had been trying to ignore, since almost immediately after he had chased the two toughs off the train. She had become vaguely aware of the first, faint stirrings while they sat talking and although it seemed unlikely that they were caused by simply the feel of his arm around her shoulder and the way his eyes kept dropping down to look at her - whatever the cause, she had realised that slowly she was starting to become sexually aroused by his nearness. A feeling that had continued to grow as they walked hand in hand from the station and now, as he stood so close, looking down into her eyes, was growing even stronger still.

But in spite of those rising feelings, she held her voice calm as she answered. 'Fine I think Robert. The shakiness seems to have gone. But if I had to think about what might have happened if you hadn't been there, then I think I might crack-up. And anyway I still haven't thanked you for everything you've done. So - thank you.' she said softly, reaching up to pull his face down and then to kiss him full on the lips.

His hands let go of her shoulders, his arms opened, drawing her closer as they slip around her, then as his lips returned her kiss he pulled her more tightly up against himself. She let one hand slip down his back and squeezed the firm curve of his bottom, teasing the hair on the back of his neck with the other and, as she moved herself against him he felt a pulse starting to beat as his cock stirred and then began to thicken.

The feel of his strong but gentle embrace added fuel to the fire that has been slowly growing inside herself and she became aware that the moist warmth, that had been centred between her thighs was now starting to spread through the rest of her body. When she felt his hands reaching down behind her, cupping her arse-cheeks then pulling her even closer she pressed herself against him and found that just the feel of the quickly growing hardness of him against her thigh made that inner fire burn even brighter.

Their kisses grew more demanding, his hands roaming freely over her and as he thrilled at the feel of her curves she felt his cock surging and ground herself even harder against it. Finally he tore his mouth away from hers.

'I want you Kerry.' he whispered gruffly.

'Yes - I know.' she answered quietly, trying to control some of her own inner turmoil. Pausing for just a second or two, looking up into the depths of his eyes, then realising that her own need was no less than his, simply said - 'Come on.' - as she turned, took his hand and headed for her bed-room.

Although she hadn't turned on the light there was enough coming through the open door for her to see the shape of him as they both began to quickly strip and she was pleased and further aroused by both the look of his lean but obviously strong body and by seeing the tight smile of appreciation on his face as he in turn watched her. Although she had always been self-conscious of the fact that her breasts were not as large as some and her legs shorter than she wished they were, her body had initially attracted many men, something else, perhaps her own lack of self-confidence, had always stopped her from getting too deeply involved.

Somehow, with Robert she already felt different. She had never before allowed herself to have sex after knowing someone for such a brief time - and she knew that she couldn't use just the excuse of the violent circumstances that brought them together.

Robert's mind was in a whirl, everything had happened so quickly. Less than an hour ago he had been leaving the party early, dejected by his previous girl friend's unexpected rebuff. Within that time he had met a new girl, rescued her from an assault, made a date and was now about to go to bed with her! And, as she stripped he could see that she was even more attractive than he had thought earlier, as he sat beside her on the train. Shorter than Sarah, shorter but curvier. Sarah's body had been almost boyish, long-limbed, small breasted and although sex had been good he knew she could never do what Kerry had just done, make it so obvious that she wanted him, physically needed him.

Other than the fact that the green and orange stripes through his hair still made him look a little odd, once Robert was completely stripped, his punk clothes just an untidy heap on the floor, Kerry felt her need welling-up even more strongly. Some chemistry was at work - powerful, wonderful chemistry - and she found that she could hardly wait to feel the strength of him holding her and the long hardness of him, that she could see silhouetted in the light from the other room, deep inside her.

She saw him take something from his back pocket and even in the dim light, recognised that it was a condom. She was on the pill, she felt sure Robert carried no unpleasant diseases and she wanted to enjoy what her eyes were staring at, in its natural state.

'You won't need one of those Robert.' she said in a low voice.

He turned and she watched as his cock came around to point directly at her, quivering. 'Are you sure?' he asked.

'Quite sure!' she answered, still staring at his gorgeous cock.

Yet, in spite of the strength of their need for each other and though they were then both completely naked, for several moments they paused, standing there just staring at each other - as though the mere anticipation of what they knew was to come, was sufficient excitement for those moments. But then, as they responded to the strength of the passions that seethed inside them, they came together, crushing their bodies hard together while their lips feverishly sought each other's mouth.

Kerry felt Robert's lightly haired chest grazing the jutting tips of her sensitive breasts and the heat of his fully erect cock pressing against her stomach as its rearing length was trapped between them and, digging her fingers into his well muscled arse, she pulled him even tighter against herself, wriggling in his embrace, thrilling at the feel of the swollen bulb of his cock-head rolling across her belly.

His hands, that had been exploring her thighs, arse and back shifted, held her steady as he eased himself away from her then as he bent down they took the weight of her swollen breasts and his mouth enclosed and gently began to lick and suck their dark red, swollen tips. The sensations were electric and the combination of his hands, squeezing and fondling her creamy flesh and his lips and tongue working on her spiky nipples soon stoked-up the blaze that had already been burning brightly inside her and made her sex feel as though it had been turned to liquid fire.

'I want you Robert. I want you now!' she gasped, pulling herself out of his arms, turning, getting up on to the bed and stretching herself out for him, her slightly bent legs spread wide apart, the moist pinkness of her pussy peeping out from between the mass of dark, curly hair.

Robert didn't wait but simply got up and kneeled between her inviting thighs, his quivering cock pointing, like an arrow at the heart of her. Leaning forwards to support himself on his arms, he looked down and watched as Kerry reached for him and, as he lowered himself she guided his cock-head between her puffy outer lips.

He found that in spite of the obvious tightness of her sex he slipped easily into her, the strength of her arousal had produced copious quantities of lubricant and a single, long thrust into the slick tunnel got the entire length of him buried up to the hilt. His groans mingled with her deep sighs of satisfaction as each experienced the pleasures the other's body started to provide for them.

At first Robert used long, slow strokes - opening her wide with the length and mass of his now fully engorged cock - and he could tell from both the sounds she made and from the look of utter bliss on her face, that Kerry was loving every single inch of him. Then he varied his technique, using first a series of quicker, shorter thrusts, followed by a couple of deep ones and, after several minutes of that he then started to tease her pussy-lips by using just the bulbous head, experiencing incredible thrills himself as they slipped back and forth over the smooth tautness of his cock-head and, every now and then, catching in the deep groove behind it.

But as he felt his own climax getting close and could tell from Kerry's increasingly frenzied responses that hers was even closer, he reverted to the full-plunging thrusts, right up into the very heart of her and felt Kerry's arms wrap themselves around him, pulling him down, her hips heaving up at him, urging him to thrust even faster, deeper, harder.

It took only a few seconds at that frantic pace - Kerry felt as though her entire body was turning to liquid, hot, turbulent liquid, at its centre a whirlpool, her sex. A whirlpool that got bigger and more powerful as the white-hot mass of Robert's cock continued to flash in and out of it. As the power of it increased she heard a voice, hardly recognisable as her own, starting out as a low wail but steadily climbing in pitch and volume to end as a loud shriek of utter bliss, as the whirlpool expanded and finally sucked her unprotesting body down into its core.

Robert had never seen or heard a woman responding so dramatically, the knowledge that he had brought her to such a pitch just added to the mounting excitement he was feeling as his own climax rapidly approached. The dam that had been holding back the mounting volume of churning semen inside his tightly swollen balls didn't just crack, it disintegrated, in an instant, allowing the entire reservoir to surge up through him, the narrow pipes increasing its speed and pressure as it scalded its way into his still pounding cock and was then pumped with a series of excruciating jolts, deep into Kerry's furnace-like sex.

They were like wild things! Heaving, clawing, groaning, shuddering together as his cock spewed load after load into her spasming body. Each burst accompanied by a deep grunt of satisfaction from Robert and a shrill cry of joy from Kerry. Again and again he thrust, hard and deep - again and again she took it, gratefully. Even when he was utterly drained, every single drop now lining the innermost recesses of her body, Robert still thrust, less powerfully and more slowly but still the force of what they had experienced together drove him blindly on.

Eventually of course they collapsed, their sweat-coated, violently shaking bodies clutched tightly in each other's arms, their gasping breaths drowning out the sound of their wildly beating hearts. Too exhausted to do more than lie there, giving their bodies the time they needed to recover from the forces that had taken them over - and then, still locked together, to sleep.


Chapter 4

A Striped Cat

Much later, Kerry was woken from what she knew had been an erotic dream. At first, because she could still feel the delicious sensations, she thought she was actually still asleep - merely dreaming that she had woken - but although they continued, she gradually realised she really was awake and the thrills she had been dreaming about were in fact real.

Reaching out, she turned on the bed-side light and looked down - there, between her legs was an orange and green striped head! In spite of the beautiful things Robert was doing to her pussy with his tongue - it looked so funny that she just couldn't suppress a small giggle. Robert lifted his head and grinned up at her, his mouth wet with a mixture of his saliva and her own juices.

'I thought you were never going to wake up. What's the joke?'

Kerry flushed and covered her smile with her hand. 'Sorry. It feels lovely, please don't stop. But it's just that when I turned the light on all I could see was your hair - it looked like, like some crazily striped cat.' And as she recalled that first sight and her reaction to it, she had to smother yet another giggle.

'Striped cat?' Then, as he remembered what he had done to his hair for the party, he realised what she meant. 'I'd forgotten all about the colouring - I wondered what on earth you meant. I suppose it must have looked a bit weird, just waking up, not really knowing what was going on.'

'Oh, I knew what was going on - it was lovely - I just got a bit confused about what was doing it, that's all. But, don't let me interrupt you any longer - please carry on, please!'

'O.K.' he said, then before diving back down between her thighs he grinned and added. 'I suppose you could say this is pussy to pussy!'

Kerry's laugh was cut short by a gasp of pleasure as she felt his tongue swirl around her sensitive sex, every now and then probing between its lips and then lightly licking over the quickly rising nub of her clitoris. Robert had obviously already worked her closer to a climax than she had realised because it was only a matter of minutes before she felt the sweet delight of it welling up inside her. It had none of the force of the earlier, shattering explosion but was, because of that, in some ways even more enjoyable - she was able to savour every second of its slow rise, relish the slower, more subtle changes taking place in various parts of her body and quietly anticipate the final peak, that left her shuddering with total satisfaction.

Even before her body had fully relaxed she pulled herself up and turning, then slid back down the bed until her face was level with his crotch, being thrilled to find that Robert's cock, in response to the excitement he had got from sucking her off, was fully erect, its plum coloured head swollen and glossy from the secretions that had oozed from it. Making herself comfortable, she lightly held the straining shaft in one hand, reached beneath it to cup his balls with the other and, opening her mouth wide, slipped her lips over the velvet smoothness of his cock-head.

As she heard him sigh with pleasure she felt him shift himself until they formed a classic sixty-nine position and then once more experienced the exquisite thrill of his tongue as it again busied itself with her sopping pussy.

The combination of what he was doing to her, the feel of the hardness of him in her mouth and hands and the all pervading smell of their mutual arousal was a powerful aphrodisiac for both of them and as Kerry gurgled with the variety of pleasures Robert was giving her she felt his cock growing even thicker and harder and beginning to tentatively thrust deeper into her sucking mouth. Sensing his growing need, she relaxed her throat so she could take him, all of him down into it - pushing her head forwards until her face was buried in the mass of crinkly hair surrounding the base of his cock. Feeling that, Robert began to thrust more confidently, the resulting shock waves of pleasure coursing up through his entire body and exploding like fireworks inside his brain's ecstasy centre.

All too quickly she felt the unmistakable signs of his rapidly approaching climax and though she wished she had had more time to enjoy the smell, taste and feel of his grossly swollen cock, she shifted her position slightly to give Robert even more room to move and, as his thrusting got faster and faster, took a firm but gently grasp of his balls. Her lips were forced even wider apart as his shaft swelled with the flood of semen surging up inside it and, when she felt the first jet shoot deep into her throat, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him, swallowing fast as she powerfully vacuumed every single drop that he pumped into her.

As the explosive force of his climax shook him, Robert repeatedly thrust his stiffened tongue deep inside Kerry's pussy and, pressing his mouth hard up against the wetness of it, also began to suck - providing the final trigger for a second climax that he had sensed swiftly rising inside her.

Again, not satisfied with each merely giving the other an overwhelming orgasm, they continued sucking, pumping, probing until at last they were utterly sure that they had in fact totally drained each other - and their exhausted bodies fell apart, lying limply beside each other on the wet and cum stained sheets.

When she woke next morning Kerry wasn't really surprised to find that she was still tired and that as a result of all the attention Robert had paid it, her pussy was rather sore - but she certainly wasn't complaining about that! She let Robert sleep on while she showered and although she had half a mind to call her office and say she was sick, her conscience wouldn't allow her to do that. As she dressed she looked fondly down at him, smiling at the sight of his hair, which looked even more garish in the broad day-light, recalling how it had looked the previous night, buried between her thighs, finding that just the memory of that was enough to start-up faint stirrings deep inside herself. Pushing those into the background she finished dressing, made some coffee and then woke Robert.

It was obvious that he too was feeling the effects of their draining love-making but, unlike Kerry, he had no need to get up, his only lecture that day was around mid-day. He tried everything short of rape to get her to stay off work but though his words, kisses and caresses were more than tempting, she resisted and having made arrangements to meet for their time out together on Saturday, she left.

She spent the rest of the day feeling as though she was inside a sort of glowing bubble, nothing bothered her as she was sure nothing unpleasant could reach through the bubble and touch her. Her work-mates couldn't get much sense from her, she got on with her work and in between, drifted around with a faint smile of inner satisfaction on her face. What they didn't know was that inside her head she was replaying the events of the previous night, slowing or stopping the scenes that passed in front of her eyes whenever Robert's cock was in centre frame - lightly licking her lips and shivering a little as she remembered the feel and the taste of it as he pumped her throat full of his thick, sticky semen.




The Punk



Chapter 5

A Day Out and Fantasies

The evening was a whirl of activity, getting herself ready for the following day - the afternoon at the beach, the evening dancing, the night - love-making, she hoped, all night, over and over again - so there was hair to do, make up to organise, clothes to choose and press. Then bed, a bed which suddenly seemed very lonely but, as she closed her eyes and again re-played the scenes that had comforted her during the day, she felt her body responding and, with the help of her feathery fingers she was able to give herself something of the pleasure she had experienced the previous night and then drifted off into a sleep filled with images of his body and his permanently rigid cock.

The day was wonderful - Kerry found that Robert was even more handsome in the daylight, especially since he had washed the stripes out of his blonde hair. From his enthusiastic greeting it was obvious that he had been looking forward to their time together as much as she had and then when she saw the appreciative look in his eye as he stole furtive glances from time to time, she felt sure he thought her more attractive than he remembered too.

They swam, horsed around in the surf, lay on the sand, talking, dozing, walked hand in hand from one end of the bay to the other, watched other people on the beach and laughed at each other's jokes and stories. Kerry couldn't remember when she had felt so happy - and Robert couldn't believe his luck in finding a girl with such a vivacious personality - and who was so marvellous in bed!

Eventually, as the sun began to sink low in the sky, Robert suggested that if she still wanted to go dancing that night they ought to be thinking about getting home to eat and change.

'It's been so lovely, I just don't want to go Robert.'

'There'll be lots more lovely days Kerry.'

She looked him straight in the eyes and asked. 'Do you really think so?' Then smiled happily as he answered emphatically.

'I'm sure so!'

The train home was crowded and they were lucky to get seats. Having to sit opposite each other, crammed up against other people made conversation difficult but after some minutes of silence and more for the sake of saying something than for any particular reason, Robert leaned towards her and said.

'It's amazing when you think about it - this time yesterday we didn't know each other existed and, if it hadn't been for us both being on the same train, we might never have met.'

He hadn't meant to arouse her memories of the attack but he quickly recognised that he had. It was as though a dark cloud had passed across her previously smiling face, blotting out the laughter in her eyes. He rested his hand on her knee and said. 'Sorry Kerry, I didn't mean to stir that up again - it's just, well, you know, I have to keep pinching myself to be sure it's all really happening.'

She didn't answer, she was staring down at his hand, resting on her knee and Robert became aware that beneath it, her leg had started to tremble. He automatically tightened his grip a little, to reassure her, leaning closer to her. 'Are you all right Kerry? Would you rather we got off for a breath of fresh air?' Still she made no answer, her eyes still concentrated on his hand, seeing the whiteness of his knuckles as his fingers gripped her knee. Just the way that other, filthy hand had done yesterday.

She recalled the sense of humiliation as he had forced her legs apart and the gloating tone in his voice as he looked up between them, telling the other thug that he could see her pubic hairs - she remembered his exact words. 'Yer should see this Billy - I can see 'er 'airs poking out of the sides of 'er panties. Looks nice it does. We'll 'ave them off in a jiff, get a proper look at 'er cunt then - before we give 'er what she wants.'

Now another hand was gripping her knee, Robert's hand and she suddenly realised that what she was feeling was not a repeat of the fear the attack had caused - but a repeat of the sexual excitement she had felt, beneath and in spite of the fear!

She felt herself blush a deep crimson as she recognised the truth of that thought. She daren't look up, somehow Robert would read her thoughts, the look in her eyes would give her away. What would he think of her - a cheap tart, turned on by a filthy, stinking thug who was probably quite prepared to throw her off the train if he thought it would save his greasy, spotty skin.

Just then the train began to pull into a station and her guilt was interrupted by Robert, pulling her to her feet and almost dragging her through the crowd, to the doors. She followed unprotestingly and as she stepped down on to the platform and took a breath of fresh air she found that although she was still trembling, her head was beginning to clear a little.

'Would you like to sit down for a while - or would you rather we went and found somewhere for a glass of water or a cup of tea? I think you might have had a bit too much sun, don't you?'

He was so considerate and she was relieved to hear him come up with such a plausible reason for her odd behaviour. Kerry finally looked up and gave him a weak smile. 'I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Perhaps you're right, too much sun and then that crowded carriage. I felt very odd, a bit faint. Let's find a coffee shop or something, then I'll treat us to a cab the rest of the way home.'

They found a quiet little place for coffee and although she was much more silent than usual she managed to give Robert the impression that she was feeling better - but, inside she was still wrestling with the shock of recognising the full extent of her reactions to the previous evening's events. What did it all mean?

When they had finished they found a cab and as she settled back for the drive home Robert again, quite casually rested his hand on her knee. Almost immediately she again began imagining! It was like a day-dream - but much more vivid.

They were in the back of a cab, Robert had hiked her dress up to her waist, she had no panties on and Robert was talking to the driver, who was staring back at her through his rear-view mirror. His eyes were fixed on her gaping pussy, he was licking his lips, beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and upper lip. Robert was asking the driver's opinion of her pussy - had he ever seen such a pretty one before? Pointing out its features, the shape and colour of her outer lips, the delicate, moist pinkness of her inner lips, the way her little clit grew as Robert lightly stroked his fingers over it.

Then, looking over the driver's shoulder, she saw that he had got his cock out, and that while he drove, he continued holding it. It was short, stubby, but very, very thick - she couldn't believe just how thick it was. And its head was like an enormous plum - but bigger than any real plum she had seen. She found herself wondering what it would feel like to touch it - how hot, how hard. Then getting excited by that thought. Felt herself trembling at the mere idea that the driver might do it - begin stroking it - and that while he was doing it, jerking himself off, he kept his eyes firmly fixed on her.

She was brought back to reality by the sound of Robert's voice and the feel of his arm around her shoulder, as he pulled her close. 'Kerry, Kerry - what's wrong? You're shaking like a leaf. Are you feeling sick? Should we stop the cab?'

She mentally shook herself - and although the images flicked off she saw the eyes of the driver looking back at her through his mirror - but they were elderly eyes, their expression one of concern, not lust.

Kerry felt hot, still trembling and, although only she knew it, aroused - her pussy was wet, tingling and her breasts felt tight and full, their nipples erect, sensitive. Again she asked herself - 'What's wrong with me, what's happening to me?'

Robert still had one hand on her knee, she covered it with hers, squeezing it as she answered in a shaky voice. 'No, don't stop. I'll be all right. I'm sorry to be so silly, I really don't know what's got into me.'

She looked up and smiled into the driver's eyes. 'I think I had a bit too much sun - and I didn't get much sleep last night. But I'm O.K.' He nodded and his eyes returned to watching the traffic.

'I hadn't even thought about your lack of sleep last night.' Robert whispered. 'You should have said something, if you needed to catch up we could have put off going to the beach, I wouldn't have minded Kerry.'

She squeezed his hand again and smiled at him. 'I know, to tell the truth I'm not sure just what it is. Maybe it's just the excitement, meeting you, everything that happened last night. I've never experienced anything like that, certainly I've never got so involved with a man as quickly as I have with you. I'm normally quite reserved, slow to respond. But this has been like a whirlwind. I suppose I'm reacting to that - as well as what happened on the train of course.'

'I understand Kerry. I know a bit about how you feel, I've never experienced anything like this before either. It's marvellous!' he added, pulling her closer and kissing her.

Having made sure that she would be all right on her own and that she still wanted to go out that evening, they agreed a time for him to pick her up and, having dropped her off he went on home to shower and change.

Kerry gave a brief sigh of relief as she closed the door behind herself, she needed a little time on her own, to try to sort out what had been happening to her. What on earth had been causing these strange, almost obscene thoughts?

She turned on the bath taps and added a liberal handful of scented beads, she'd have a long soak, relax, both her body and her mind. Leaving the bath to fill she went through to her bed-room and slowly stripped - as she did so, letting her mind wander back over the previous twenty-four hours and the things that had happened to her during them. Things that had begun on the train; that terrible, pimply thug - what he had done to her - how she had reacted to it, the cold, paralysing fear - but, she now admitted to herself, underneath that fear, a subconscious, and purely involuntary arousal.

She shuddered. 'How could I react like that, to such a filthy pig?' Pushing the question from her mind she returned to the bath-room and sank into the hot, fragrant water, closing her eyes, letting her mind just drift. But the question returned. 'How could I react like that?'

Unable - or unwilling to answer it she forced her mind to move on - and found herself thinking about the images that had come to her in the cab. The image of the imaginary taxi driver's eyes, staring at her - of his cock, that incredibly thick cock, the way he was handling it. And, even as she recalled the scene and remembered how she had actually begun to get aroused by her day-dream, she found that it was, even as she lay there in the bath, happening again - she could feel her pussy starting to tingle and, looking down at her breasts, saw that her nipples were becoming swollen, starting to get erect.

She lay back and, closing her eyes let her hands start to wander over her body, feeling the slow rise of her increasing arousal as she caressed the firm swell of her breasts with one hand and let the other drift down across her belly, her thighs and finally, between them. As her fingers worked their magic and her excitement slowly grew she suddenly found she was day-dreaming again - this time it was Robert she was imagining, Robert and his long erect cock.

He was standing beside the bath, looking down at her, watching her as she played with herself. He was smiling as he watched, his hands hanging loosely at his sides - but his cock was erect, enormously erect, its head almost as big as the taxi driver's and a similar, dark plum-red colour - but the shaft was longer, not so thick - but much, much longer. 

She suddenly saw that the water in the bath was crystal clear, quite transparent and stopped what she had been doing to herself when she realised that because of that he could see every inch of her and absolutely everything she did. And then she understood that that was exactly what she wanted - she wanted him to be able to see everything, every single hair, to watch her as she got herself off - and that even more than that, she wanted to see him doing it to himself too!

It was as though he had read her thoughts, at the very instant she recognised what it was she wanted him to do, he began to do it! Their eyes met for a moment and an unspoken message passed between them 'I know what you want of me Kerry.' Then she saw his hands slowly rise from where they had hung at his sides and while one supported the heavy sac beneath, the other formed a loose fist around the shaft, just behind the engorged head. She felt her excitement mounting as she realised he was actually going to do it for her - and as her fingers began to tease and caress herself again, she saw his eyes shift, to watch them.

She slid lower in the bath, lifting and spreading her legs wider, giving her hands freer access to herself - watching, wide-eyed, as his hand began to slip slowly up and down the length of his cock. Seeing the way the head bulged, the smooth skin stretched even tighter with each stroke, watching the way the muscles across his stomach and down his strong thighs flexed as he got more and more aroused - from both what he was doing to himself - and from watching her fingers as they moved around and in and out of her pussy.

When she felt the heightening rush inside, she watched him even more intently. It was obvious he was almost there too, his entire body was tensed - his hips thrust forward, making his cock seem even more immense - his face grimacing as the unstoppable pressure rose within him - his cock-head glossy, coated with a thick smear of his pre-cum - his hairy balls tautly swollen, shrunk tightly up against his shaft in preparation for the fountain of semen they would eject any second.

Then her own climax hit her - and, as it hit, her body was forced clear of the water - every muscle locked tight - the sound of her scream echoing around her - and for a brief moment, just as she was sure she would finally see his cock spew its load, the power of what she was experiencing forced her eyes shut. It was only a split-second, she was sure of that - but when they flashed open again, the vision of Robert was gone!


Chapter 6

Recapturing Memories

Kerry flopped back down into the water, sated - but somehow oddly disappointed. But, as minutes passed and she thought through all the strange things she had been experiencing she slowly arrived at an explanation, came to a possible realisation about herself even though at first it was difficult to accept. Everything she had read told her that while some women certainly became sexually aroused by exhibiting themselves, it was men who were the voyeurs, not women. But, whether the attack on the train had been the trigger, or had merely brought to the surface something she had never had reason to understand about herself before. It wasn't only the thought of a man watching her that was exciting - more so was the thought of being able to watch a man - watch a man jerk himself off. And what was even more powerful was the thought of him doing that while he in turn looked at her!

She thought about her discovery while she finished bathing and then began to get ready to go out. If what she had thought was in fact true then there should be clues to it in her past, admittedly few in number, relationships - but she couldn't think of anything. Then, having exhausted that trail she suddenly recalled an event, long ago, in her very early childhood - of the day when she had seen her parents making love, although of course at the time she didn't know what it was they were doing to each other.

They were on holiday, in a caravan, which of course meant there was very little privacy for anyone and her parents were probably nervous about making love even after she had gone to sleep, for fear of waking her by rocking the van with their movements. One afternoon, when they thought she was off playing with some other children they obviously made the most of that opportunity. But she had come back in tears, after being bullied by one of the bigger girls and her parents had been too involved in what they were doing to hear her come into the caravan. She could remember the scene clearly - they had their backs to the door, both naked and her mother was kneeling on their bunk bed, her father was vigorously fucking her from the rear.

Although she had no idea what their actions were about and she somehow thought it might be a sort of punishment for something her mother had done, she seemed to understand it was something she wasn't supposed to know about and she had quietly left the van again.

Then suddenly another scene popped into her head - one she hadn't remembered before and for a moment she thought she was day-dreaming again, creating it herself. But then she recalled the event - and wondered why she had never ever remembered it until that moment.

It was during the same holiday, there was a river nearby and an area where it formed a large pool, where everyone used to go swimming. A little further down-stream the river ran down through a more rocky area, forming a series of cascades and backwaters, she liked that part much more, it was prettier and there was often nobody else there, so she could enjoy it on her own. Her father had told her she shouldn't go there alone, it could be dangerous - but she had figured if she didn't specifically say where she was going he wouldn't worry - and she continued to creep away to it whenever she could.

It had been after lunch one day, when many of the parents in the other caravans put the younger children down for a nap and had a snooze themselves. She had wandered off, not wanting to play with the other children, preferring to have a little time alone in her favourite place. When she got there she was disappointed to see that there was already someone there before her, a man, stretched out on one of the flat rocks beside the river. Looking back, Kerry realised that he had probably been one of the caravanners' eldest children, perhaps in his early twenties but, to a child of her age he was simply another adult.

She stood amongst the surrounding trees, not quite sure what to do, she wanted to go and play but didn't want him there too - maybe if she waited a while he would just get up and go - so she crouched down, hoping that he would. It was only then that she noticed something odd about him - about his swimming shorts, his 'thing' as she called it, seemed funny, not the normal little package that all the men had in their shorts, his was much bigger, as though he had a big, stiff sausage in there instead of his 'thing'.

Looking back, Kerry thought he had probably been dozing in the sun and like most young men, got an erection while he slept, woken and taken the opportunity to have a little quiet pleasure. Something which the little girl in the trees would have known nothing about of course.

The man on the rock stirred, as though her curious eyes had disturbed him and, thinking he might then get up and go, little Kerry waited. Then, to her surprise she saw that his hands were touching his 'thing' and she knew from what her parents had told her, that wasn't a nice thing to do - but in spite of that, her curiosity and the hope that he would leave, kept her there. After he had just sort of squeezed himself for a little while she saw him roll over on his side and look carefully all around - but she was low down, virtually hidden by a bush and he hadn't noticed her. Having satisfied himself that he was alone, he rolled on to his back again and, lifting his bottom off the rock, pulled down his shorts.




The Punk



As he did that she could see why the shape his 'thing' made in his shorts had been so odd, it wasn't a bit like her father's, which she had caught sight of a few times as he came out of the shower, this man's was like nothing she had seen before. Now that she could see it she realised that it wasn't a bit like a sausage, for one thing it was hard, not bendy like a sausage was - for another it had a big, shiny red top and now that he had it out, she wondered how he had managed to fit it all inside his shorts in the first place.

Then, while she was still puzzling about that, he began to stroke it, up and down, with his hand making a sort of fist around it - and after he had done that for a while she felt sure that doing that had made the top even bigger, it had certainly gone a different, darker colour - and, as though what he was doing actually hurt him, the man started to make an odd grunting noise. Without realising it, to get a better view of the strange thing going on, she must have stood up and whether he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye or then merely sensed that someone was watching him, even as his hand began to pump faster and faster, he turned his head - and she suddenly found his eyes were staring straight into hers.

He had obviously reached that point where nothing could stop his orgasm because although even little Kerry recognised his expression of embarrassment and guilt, at that moment his body arched and as she looked back at his 'thing' she saw a sudden spurt of white stuff shoot up from it, then another and another.

Just as she had the other day, when she found her parents doing the strange thing in the caravan, she somehow knew she had seen something she wasn't supposed to have seen and as she found that she had also developed a very strange feeling, 'down there', she turned and ran through the trees to where she knew the other children would be playing.

Kerry was no psychologist but she figured she didn't need to be one to work out how her young brain had handled things. Within the space of a few days she had seen two events which she somehow knew she shouldn't have, so, being unable to wipe them out completely, her brain had buried them deep in its memory bank. As she had matured the memory of her parents making love became more acceptable and it had been freed to surface when necessary. The other - and especially the young child's physical reaction to it - was still threatening and so remained locked away. It was only when she worked-out for herself the fact that seeing a man doing it to himself could be exciting, that it was possible for her to access it.

She stood, staring at herself in the mirror. 'God, how incredibly complex we are! And if it hadn't been for that thug on the train I might never have known about this part of me!'

Then she let her mind spin through her memories and recent day-dreams; the man on the rock, a couple of boys she had jacked-off when still hanging on to her virginity, the boy who had relieved her of it, a man she had gone out with and to bed with earlier that year, the attack on the train, followed by Robert last night and the two imaginary situations that day, the taxi driver and finally Robert appearing in the bath-room.

Thinking about each she admitted that although sex had been marvellous, especially so with Robert, she had sometimes felt there was something missing - she remembered the title of an old song, 'Is That All There Is?' and knew what the composer had meant.

Looking back up into the mirror and staring straight into her own eyes she said aloud - 'So, now what? What are going to do about it Kerry? How do we find out if that really is our ultimate turn-on?'


Chapter 7

The Solution

She was amazed at how quickly an answer came to her. Once it had she moved quickly, flushed with already mounting excitement. First to borrow a pair of panties from her flat-mate's collection - and she knew exactly the pair she needed, then to choose another dress, the slinky, body-fitting one she had previously chosen would be impractical for what she had in mind, that meant altering her hair-style of course. But, fired by the thoughts of what just might follow, later that evening, she got herself ready faster than she had ever done before and went straight out as soon as she heard Robert's ring at the door.

It was quite obvious that Robert was stunned by her appearance, he couldn't take his eyes off her and when she saw how his eyes were drawn again and again to the deep cleavage her low cut dress showed off the glow his reactions gave her simply added to the pent-up arousal that was already churning away inside her. He insisted they take a cab into the city then, as they had planned, they had a meal at a small, quiet restaurant before going on to the dance club. Even if she hadn't been fired-up by her own thoughts Kerry would have loved every minute of it. Robert was handsome, attentive, witty and she already knew that as well as all that he was also very good in bed - the fact that he seemed to be genuinely smitten by her made everything almost too good to be true.

To make it absolutely perfect she just had to find out if he would do what she wanted him to do for her.

From the outset she tried to make it as obvious as she could that she thought he was as wonderful as he apparently thought she was. Immediately snuggling up to him in the cab, resting her hand on his knee and whispering how much she had been looking forward to dancing with him and even more to what she hoped was to follow. When they were in the restaurant, reaching across the table every now and then to touch his hand, letting him get as many looks down between her breasts as he wanted by leaning towards him as she spoke. Once in the club, taking every opportunity to touch him, to let him touch her and when they were dancing apart, using her body as suggestively as she dared to in public.

The time went so quickly - yet, with her plan constantly in mind, for Kerry, the time seemed to almost drag along. But whether because he had had enough dancing or because her appearance and actions had got Robert so wound-up, at last he suggested that it might be time for them to leave. Her agreement was almost too enthusiastic but Robert's grin changed to a puzzled look when, instead of also agreeing that they should get a cab home again, she insisted they catch the train.

However, Robert knew enough about women to recognise that for whatever reason Kerry had made up her mind and, with each other's arm tight around their waists, they walked towards the station. They were silent for a while, simply enjoying the feeling of being together, then Kerry broke the silence.

'I haven't been able to stop thinking about the other night Robert. You're a wonderful lover, so strong, yet somehow at the same time gentle. I loved everything you did to me and can still almost feel you inside me.'

Even in the poorly lit street she could see a flush spread across his face as she said that but, at the same time he pulled her a little closer to himself and his hand slipped up from her waist to cup and lightly fondle her breast.

'You were marvellous too Kerry, so responsive - and what you did was mind-blowing, I've never come as much as did, you know, I mean - in your mouth like that.'

She smiled at his mild embarrassment. 'Don't be shy talking about it.'

'I'm not really shy - it's all been so quick, I can't believe it's happening - you're just incredible Kerry!'

'So are you, to me.' Was it really that good, the way I sucked you off I mean? You must tell me what you like best you know.'

'You couldn't have done it any better Kerry, I'm quite sure of that. Everything you did was perfect. But you must tell me too you know, I mean what you like best - anything at all.'

'Anything?'

Robert paused for a moment before he answered, her question was so direct, maybe there was more to her than there seemed to be - he briefly wondered what he was letting himself in for when he replied.

'Yes, anything at all. Why, is there something you'd particularly like me to do?'

'There might be.'

'What?'

Now that she had got to the starting point of her plan Kerry realised that it might all suddenly blow up in her face. What if what she suggested turned Robert right off her - was it worth the risk? It had all seemed so straight forward when she was alone at home, now, with him beside her, the feel of his hand on her breast, was what she wanted really worth what she stood to lose if she was wrong? She was still wrestling with the problem when Robert asked her again.

'What Kerry - what is it you want me to do? Remember that you're the one that said we shouldn't be embarrassed to say things to each other.'

He was right of course - she took the risk.

'I'll tell you the rest in a little while - it's nothing terrible Robert, I promise you - and I'm sure you'll like it. Anyway, just for now, when we get to the station will you go into the men's room - and take off your underpants for me?'

'What for?'

'I'll tell you afterwards - but I'll say this much. I want to be able to feel you properly, your cock I mean, on the train, with an erection. Is that too weird?'

She was relieved to see a grin spread across his face as he answered. 'No, that's not weird - in fact it sounds exciting.' Adding 'But what about you, are you going to take yours off too?'

His words sent a shiver of excitement through her, the risk had been worth it. 'I don't have to.'

'You mean you haven't had any on all evening - and you didn't tell me!'

She giggled quietly and tightened her grip of him. 'No, but if you want me to sometime, I will. It's just that the ones I have on will work just as though I didn't have any on. You'll see.' she added when she saw his puzzled look. 'Trust me, you'll see.'

'Of course I trust you, I just hope I can keep up with you Kerry.'

'Oh I'm sure you'll be way ahead of me soon enough Robert, this is just a little fantasy of mine, about the only one in fact - I'm sure I'll find out sooner or later that you have plenty of your own.'

When they reached the station he went into the men's room and she only had to wait a couple of minutes before he re-appeared, with a smug look on his face and watched her reaction when, to her surprise, he gave her his pants, they were still warm.

'Pop those in you hand-bag please darling.' He said, almost casually - and as she was doing that, grinned at her and added as they walked towards the ticket office. 'If you're interested, the thing you said you wanted to feel on the train, it's started to make an appearance for you.'

'Already?'

'Yep. Mind you it's not the first time this evening.'

'It isn't, what do you mean?'

'It's been up and down like a yo-yo, the way you look, the way you moved when we were dancing, remembering how you were in bed - and thinking about later tonight.'

'That's nice to know. It's been the same for me too. I've made myself quite wet several times - I am now of course, thinking about what's next.'

'Which of course you're still not going to tell me about.'

'Soon now, soon I promise.'

In spite of it being Saturday night the platform was almost as deserted as it had been the night they met. 'We must be between the cinema-goers and the late-nighters.' Robert commented when they saw only a couple of people at the far end of the platform.

'Good.' Kerry said, snuggling up to him and, as she did so, letting one hand drop to the front of his trousers, feeling for him and finding, as he had said, his cock was already semi-erect. 'Even better!' she said, smiling up at him as her fingers closed around the length of it, feeling it suddenly surge at her touch. 'Nice?' she asked when she felt him tense as she continued to squeeze and massage it.

'Of course. Wonderful, I just wish you could touch me properly.'

'Maybe I will - or perhaps I'll let you do it yourself.'

There was silence for a moment as he considered what she had said and what she might have meant. Then, almost tentatively he asked.

'Is that what you want me to do? Do it myself, on the train?'

'Mmmm. Does that upset you?'

'No, of course not - but what about you?'

'I'll watch - and I'll let you watch me doing it to myself at the same time. Does that sound weird?'

As an answer he simply pulled her tighter, bent down and kissed her, his tongue squirming deep into and around inside her mouth, feeling her grasp of his cock get even tighter as she responded and their kiss lingered on and they were still locked in each other's arms when they heard the distinctive sound of the approaching train.

'We'll need to try and find a carriage that's empty, at least at one end.' Kerry said breathlessly as they broke apart.

'And one that hasn't got any yobboes in it.'

'Definitely no yobboes lover - especially not tonight.'

They were in luck, the train was almost as empty as the platform had been and they saw that the carriage stopping nearest to them had just one elderly couple, sitting side by side in the front end.

'Down the back Kerry - then hope nobody gets in at the next two stations, after those we should be O.K.'

As the couple at the front were facing forwards and she could see nobody in the front part of the carriage behind them, Kerry didn't wait to see if they were going to be lucky in having no more passengers getting on at the next two stations - as the train began to move she stood, lifted her skirt and then sat on the seat opposite Robert. He'd had just the briefest of glimpses of legs, thighs and tiny black panties and thought that was all he was going to be treated to for a while. But as she sat she pulled up her skirt and, as she had held up the back of it, as she then slid her bottom forwards and spread her legs wide apart, except for what the skimpy black panties covered, Robert found that he could see everything.

Her eyes were fixed on his face, watching his expression and she was delighted to see his eyes fixed between her splayed legs, staring unblinkingly at what she was offering him. She felt the moist warmth that had been centred there nearly all the evening slowly spreading outwards and she saw his hand drop to the unmistakable ridge in his trousers she used one hand to fondle her already sensitive breast and let the other run over and down between her thighs.

Robert's eyes took in every detail, including the two tiny bows that seemed to be made from the satin ribbon that ran around her waist. Leaning forward, he tugged at one and found it untied. He looked up and gave Kerry a knowing grin.

'Now I understand what you meant when you said that - 'The ones I have on will work just as though I didn't have any on.' - cute!' He tugged at the other bow and as it too untied the panel of black silk that had covered her sex, fell forwards, so now nothing at all was hidden. There, peeping out from within the dark, curly bush, were her rose-pink outer lips and within them, already sparkling with tiny drops of moisture, the paler pink of her inner pussy-lips.

'Beautiful Kerry, just beautiful.' he murmured. 'So delicate - yet so powerful. It's hard to believe that anything that looks so fragile, can give such intense pleasure.'

'How about also letting me see what gives me pleasure?'

'Let's get past these two stations first. It's harder for me to get covered-up in a hurry remember.'

'Unfair - but O.K.' she answered, as she felt the train actually starting to slow down for the first one.

Robert was excited to see that she stayed like that, even though there were a few odd people on the station - and not only sat there uncovered but actually began to use the tips of her fingers to stimulate herself. When he saw that nobody was getting into their carriage he relaxed again and although he still wouldn't undo his trousers Kerry watched with growing pleasure as, while his eyes seemed to devour her, he massaged his now obviously fully erect cock.

When nobody got on at the next station either, Robert breathed a sigh of relief and quickly unzipped and slid his trousers down around his knees. Kerry's eyes opened wide when she actually saw she size of his cock, rearing up vertically from between his legs. Then, as his fingers closed around the heavily veined shaft and began to stroke slowly up and down it, she slid hers up inside her pussy, even more thrilled to see that his eyes never shifted from watching what she was doing than by the thrilling sensations she was generating for herself.

It was her fantasy come true! But it was even better than her fantasy, it was really happening - and with a man that she'd soon be in bed with. A man who, with any luck, she'd be going to bed with for a long, long time to come. And although her eyes kept returning to watch what he was doing with his cock, from time to time they flicked up to his face, seeing the way his eyes never once moved from watching her pussy and busy fingers and the changing expression as he got more and more excited by what they were doing together.

She also took the opportunity to see exactly how he did it to himself. Noticing the way he changed the speed or rhythm every now and then, sometimes using long, strong strokes all the way down to the base of the shaft, sometimes quicker, shorter ones just up and down behind the glossy head, the way he'd let his hand slip up over that from time to time - putting those memories away safely, to be tried out for herself at some future time.

But the excitement that had started hours before, when she had first started planning all this and which had been growing steadily stronger as the evening passed and her plan had then actually came to fruition, suddenly caught up with her - and she felt her body building up to a climax. It may have been that Robert saw the tell-tale signs of that or perhaps it was purely coincidental - but as Kerry felt the surge welling-up from somewhere deep inside, she saw Robert's hand move faster and faster, until they were literally flashing up and down the massive shaft.

She stared at the opening at the tip of the head, seeing it pout open wider and then, just as she was rocked by the first wave of an almost unbearably powerful orgasm and stifled her own cry of pleasure-pain, she heard him grunting and as his hand slowed and strengthened its strokes, she saw it erupting - his thick, creamy semen being pumped in a broken, sticky jet towards her - one, two, three gouts fountained out before she felt the first splattering hotly on her upper thigh.

Kerry's orgasm seemed as though it would roll on forever, no sooner had she felt the crest of one wave lifting her than another, following it, seemed to be taking her even higher. Throughout it all she kept her eyes open - she wasn't risking having Robert disappear again, as he had in her bath-room vision - and for a while she thought he was going to keep pumping out semen for as long as she was climaxing. But all to quickly she saw that both the volume and frequency of his spouting had grown less and then his still pumping hand produced only an occasional spurt, then a drop or two, then nothing - and then he slumped in his seat, drained, exhausted. It was only then that his eyes finally left where they had been fixed for all that time and looked up into hers - and, as she saw a faint, satisfied smile spread slowly across his face she allowed her own hand to finally rest and her body to come slowly down from the heights it had reached.

As they regained control of themselves it seemed that their panting breath was even louder than the noise of the train but when Kerry looked around at the couple up at the front of the carriage, they gave no sign of having heard even their loudest cry.

'That was even more fantastic than I imagined it could be Robert. It looked as though it was pretty powerful for you too.' she added with a grin, as she dug in her bag for tissues, to clean up the sticky mass that almost coated one thigh.




The Punk



He smiled back weakly. 'You wouldn't believe how powerful Kerry - even stronger than what you did to me the other night - and I wouldn't have thought that was possible. Don't think I'll be able to come like that every time though, or you'll be disappointed. That was extra-special!'

'For me too. At one stage I thought I was never going to stop. Have you got a handkerchief? There's just too much of you to get off with these tissues.'

'Sorry about that.' he said, grinning as he passed it to her. 'But you've only got yourself to blame you know.'

'I'm not blaming you and I'm certainly not complaining. I just don't want to have to walk past the ticket-collector with it still all over my leg. If he remembers us from the other night he will really get the wrong idea about us.'

'Maybe he'd get the right idea - that we're just a couple of train-sex-maniacs!'

Kerry couldn't help laughing at that, at the same time starting to feel sure that this relationship was going to be a long - as well as an undoubtedly very satisfying one - with her 'Punk' - or perhaps, she thought, she should now rename him, as her 'Spunk'!



The Punter



She chose her clothes carefully.

It was important that she didn't look like someone who could afford nice things, even though that was far from the truth and her entire wardrobe was full of designer labels. So she picked out the oldest and well-worn clothes.

The black skinny v-neck top with sleeves that finished just below the elbow had seen good service and would normally have been thrown out, had it not been required for this purpose. Under it, she wore a black cleavage enhancing wonderbra that had also stood the test of time. She slipped matching black panties over her long shapely legs until they fitted snugly over her totally smooth, shaved pussy. A denim mini skirt, which had it been an inch or two shorter would have been a micro skirt covering very little below her hips, and knee-length black suede boots with a stiletto heel completed the outfit. The boots were a few years old, the suede wearing off in small patches and the tip of the heels showing shiny metal through the black where the coating had worn off.

Applying the tartiest make-up she could find, she checked herself in the mirror. She was ready. 

She drove to the edge of the city centre and parked her car in a well-lit street, near to one of the city's more popular nightclubs. There would be plenty of people around when she returned, which was important as a safety precaution.

Locking the car, she looked round and checked that she hadn't been particularly noticed. Unwrapping a piece of chewing gum she took onto her tongue and chewed in rhythm with her footsteps as she walked away from her car into the distinctly downmarket suburb that lay cheek by jowl with the bright lights. 

Rows of terraced houses sat either side of the narrow streets which were only lit by old fashioned, Victorian-style street lamps, converted from gas to electricity many years ago but retained by the local council because they gave the area "character."

'And allowed dodgy characters to roam in the shadows', she thought, and pulled the strap of her bag more securely onto her shoulder. 

She walked steadily and purposefully towards the corner she intended to use as her base for the night. Several cars slowed as they went past her, their drivers taking a good look at the young woman strolling past them.

The lamp on her chosen corner was working for once, which helped, because she could stand under it, clearly visible to passing cars. Another girl was already there – Gina. Gaunt in the face, with skinny arms and legs, she wore just a pink bikini top, a tiny black skirt and a pair of blue platform-soled high heels that she seemed likely to fall off when she moved.

"Hi Gina," she said as she arrived.

Gina lit a cigarette and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Been busy?"

"A couple," replied Gina. "That's all so far. Lots of passing cars, but few stopping."

'We'll see about that', she thought and smiled as silver Mercedes slowed, the driver checking out both girls.

The car stopped a few yards on and Gina teetered on her platform heels towards it. The driver wound down his window and the two engaged in a brief conversation.

Gina looked crestfallen as she turned back from the car.

"He wants you," Gina said, looking as though she might burst into tears at any moment.

"OK. See you later."

With that, she walked towards the car, deliberately stepping round to the passenger side and got in.

The driver was middle-aged, Asian and smelt vaguely of coconut. He was clearly a man of means; the car was fairly new, the leather upholstery still smelling much as it did in the showroom, the man's suit was not exactly off-the-peg and he wore a Rolex on his left wrist.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"How much?" came the reply.

Looking him squarely in the eyes, she did not even blink as she replied.

"£50 for a wank, £100 for a blow-job, £200 for full sex – and you must wear a condom."

He chuckled before he spoke. 

"You're good. I hope you are just as good when we get down to it. Full sex – bareback."

"No way. I told you. You must wear a condom. Don't worry – I've got some and the type I use will make it feel very sensitive."

"£500 – bareback", he replied.

"Not for a grand," she said and reached for the door handle.

"OK – OK," he said. "A condom it is – but you'd better be good."

She went to say 'or else?' but checked herself and just smiled at him as she clipped the seatbelt into place.

"Where?" he asked.

"Turn right at the end of this street," she told him, crossing her legs carefully so that her skirt rode up what little thigh there was left uncovered.

He followed her directions and five minutes later they pulled up in the car park of a tower block of council-owned flats.

"My car – " he began.

."..will be perfectly safe," she interrupted. "Punters cars are looked after. It's part of what I pay for in my rent."

He smiled, waited until she had got out of the car, before locking it and following her into the building.

He put his arm round her waist as she led him up the four flights of stairs. She smiled back at him in acknowledgement of his touch, but the smile was purely business-like, and carried no indication of any emotion.

She unlocked the faded dark blur door and put the hall light on as she entered the flat. She waited until he had followed her in before closing and locking the door behind them.

The flat was warm, simply furnished and decorated, and appeared clean. She insisted on that. She had even bought some cheap light shades so that there were no naked bulbs to give a seedy edge to the interior.

She took him into the main room – a lounge diner that contained a three-piece suite, a coffee table and a cupboard on which a stereo system sat, already switched on but silent. 

"Payment first please", she said, holding out her hand towards him. "£200."

He opened his wallet and without speaking counted ten £20 notes onto her palm. She folded the notes and put them in her bag. 

"Thank you," she said. "Now follow me please."

She went first into the next room – a bedroom dominated by a four-poster bed. The curtains were drawn and she flicked on the dim light before turning to stand in front of him.

She slowly took off her clothes, letting them fall on the floor where she stood. She gestured for him to do the same.

He soon stripped and she could only admire the apparent fitness of the man in front of her. In his late forties, she guessed, but slim with well-toned muscles and a penis that hung a good 7 or 8 inches down his leg.

As she moved towards him, his member began to visibly harden and move slowly into an erect position.

Smiling she took his hand and guided him onto the bed where they lay side by side. She stroked his cock and allowed him to play with her tits. Allowed him? She loved her nipples being teased and played with, knowing that it made her wet almost instantly. 

He was marginally rough with her breasts, but she was cool with that. He was the first of the night and she was so ready for this. A little heavy handedness was par for the course and, if anything, turned her on even more.

She felt pre-cum drip from his knob-end and she reached for the packet of condoms on the bedside table. Before she could touch them, his arm shot out and held her wrist back against the bed. He similarly pinned down the other arm and lay heavy and strong across her making it impossible for her to move.

She looked back at him angry, rather than scared, knowing exactly what was going to happen next.

"I said 'NO!'" she protested.

"And I said bareback," he replied smirking down at her. "Don't worry you'll get the other £300 I promised you."

"And what else will I get?" she countered, trying in vain to struggle free,

"What?" he asked, "Oh – I am clean. You won't catch anything from me."

"If I had £1 for every time I heard that, I would be very rich," she replied.

"Well this time it's true. Lie still or keep struggling, it's up to you, but I am going to fuck you bareback whether you like it or not."

His cock was already nudging at her cunt lips and now it pushed into her. She realised, with even greater annoyance, that him forcing himself on her had heightened her physical reaction ever more. Her nipples were as erect as she could remember and her pussy was soaking.

So much so that he slipped easily inside her and she gulped as she realised that as he pushed into her he was also rubbing against her spot. It wasn't often that a punter made her cum, but it seemed inevitable that he was going to and the last thing she wanted was for him to think she was enjoying it.

He smiled down at her pushing in and out in a steady, regular rhythm, the base of his cock massaging her spot as he moved. It was certainly deliberate, it was wonderful and she loved it but hated him at one and the same time.

"That's it," he said, maintaining his grip on her so that she couldn't break free. "I can tell your enjoying it. Now, are you going to cum for me, or shall we cum together?"

"I am NOT going to cum!" she gasped, not in the least convincingly.

She knew her eyes were already giving away the feelings of lust and desire she felt. She wanted the next powerful thrust of his cock even before each one had ended. She felt simultaneously violated but wonderfully fucked. She had continued to try and wriggle free from him, to try and squeeze from under him, but to no avail. Now, in fact, she realised she was moving with him, uncontrollably edging towards what she knew was going to be an enormous orgasm.

He was good. Many other guys, having paid for it, would have shot their load by now and rolled off her, leaving her to frig herself with her finger after they'd gone. Not this one. He was in total control of himself and her and was holding back, choosing the moment when he would release his hot seed into her.

She looked up at him and for the first time properly took on board how handsome he was. She had not looked that closely before, particularly as he was a good twenty years older than she was, but now she studied him and realised that he was the sort of guy she would be more than happy to be seen with socially, even at one of her mother's grand summer balls at the family's country estate.

Even as her mind considered him in dinner jacket and bow tie, with her in the Jasper Conran ball gown she'd worn to the Royal palace, her body reminded her of the immediacy of her orgasm.

He grinned as he felt it too, the pussy tightening around his thrusting cock. He saw her pupils dilating, her mouth opening slightly as the feeling swept through her. Her tummy tightened, she could do nothing to stop it.

She came with a massive scream of pleasure her hips bucking against him. The sensation just washed through her and went on for at least a minute as she came once, twice and at least once again.

He increased the speed of his rhythm and pushed harder and deeper into her. He too was ready now, but he kept his grip on her as he pushed in and out, in and out, faster and faster and faster until he too came.

She gulped and opened her mouth wide again as she felt him pump his hot spunk deep inside her. She was already in the habit of taking the morning after pill and getting regular tests for HIV and VD, but she knew that tomorrow she would need both more than ever.

After he was spent he released her and rolled off her. He paused for breath for just ten seconds, before getting up and pulling his clothes back on. She sat up and looked at him.

His clothes on again, he counted out another £300 and placed it beside her on the bed.

"I want to see you again," he said.

"Oh – well – if you're passing through..." she began.

"No," he interrupted, "not on a street corner. How can I get in touch with you?"

"You can't."

"Yes – I can. Haven't you learned already that I don't take 'no' for an answer?"

"Well – you will have to this time."

"We'll see," he replied with a gentle smile, "Can I give you a lift somewhere?"

"Er – no," she said, "I am going to stay here for a while. Thanks."

"OK," he said, "I'll see myself out – and I WILL see you again, on my terms. I will find you, be of no doubt. Goodbye- for now."

As she heard him open then close the door of the flat, she shivered slightly. Not because she was cold but at the thought of having her double life exposed - a millionaire's daughter by day, down-market prostitute by night. It was how she got her kicks and she had fun doing it. She didn't need the money and ended up finding ways of sharing it with other girls like Gina, but the risks and coarseness of the sex turned her on and she didn't want it spoiled by someone tracking her down away from the street corners.

Not to mention the scandal should her alto ego be revealed to her family and friends. But what could she do? He was obviously a determined man, used to getting his own way. If he was out to find her, she had no obvious way of stopping him.

Although what was a man like that, obviously wealthy and able to attract whatever woman he wanted, doing picking up prostitutes on street corners? Maybe she could counter any expose he did of her by threatening one of him.

Maybe...



The Pup Lays Down



The pup lay down at her Master feet, looked around then placed her head on to her paws and closed her eyes so she could listen to the sounds in the room. She could hear him turning the pages in the newspaper, he coughed making her jump slightly she then replaced her head onto her hands. Silence fell once more. Listening to his breathing, she closed her eyes as she tried to relax unsure what the day ahead would bring. 

Her Master lowered his hand and patted her head and her eyes gazed up and a smile came across her face. He folded the paper and picked up his cup of tea, brought it to his mouth and supped it gently. He then placed the cup back down but before doing so, he then poured some tea into the china saucer. Then placing the empty cup back onto the table he looked down at his pup. 

He gently spoke, "Come here pup I have a treat for you." 

She got up and sat beside his feet. She then looked up. He grinned. 

"What does my pup want?" he asked. 

She barked and looked to the table. 

"Do you want this, my pup?" Lifting up the newspaper pup smiles and nuzzled her self back into his legs moving her butt from side to side. Pawing him to try and get his attention. 

She looked and shook her head from side to side. He patted her again and then lifted the saucer from the table to the floor placing it not too far from pup. 

Pup sat and looked, licking her lips, she knew what she wanted. She sniffed it but she knew that what was on the saucer she would have to wait for until she heard her Masters command that would allow her to start. 

All of a sudden she heard the sharp click of his fingers and she then lowered her head toward the saucer her tongue slowly poking out and then begins to lap at the tepid tea. 

When the tea had been finished she licked the saucer dry and then sat in her position when her Master patted her head. 

"Was that nice my pup?" he asked. 

She went over and kissed his hand to say she was thankful for what he had allowed her to drink. He then got up and walked to the door and as he got towards the door he clicked his fingers twice so she would follow him. 

She bounded after him and followed him into the kitchen. Her eyes looked around and he pointed for her to go and use the tray which was in the corner of the kitchen. 

The pup went over and spreading her legs over the tray she began to pee. When she had finished she barked and her Master clicked his fingers for her to follow. He went to the kitchen side and opened a cupboard and lifted down a tin of food. She leaned her head to one side to try and see what he was doing. 

"Hungry pup?" he asked. 

She barked loudly and started to move from side to side on her front paws. As she was doing that he opened the tin and put some of the food into her dish and then went and got a few biscuits and sprinkled them on top. 

He lowered the bowl to the floor and pup looked at the bowl but waited. He went back into the breakfast room and reappeared with his plate, cup and saucer which he placed onto the drainage board by the sink. 

He then clicked his fingers four times and pup went straight to her bowl. She lowered her head and with her tongue and managed to lick up the meat so she could chew it in her mouth. She still felt sick when she ate the meat, the smell of it went up her nostril and her tummy turned but she was so hungry she ate it. 

"Now pup am off to work now get into your cage." 

She looked at the cage which she hated but knew it was no good to whimper as he would spank her. The cage was his home made device that stood of the ground slightly with a tray underneath that caught her urine or shit. 

She looked at her Master and crawled into the cage backwards pushing the butt plug in to her tight arse she squeaked as it went into her arse. Once it was inserted he then placed a pole which he had attached in place above her thighs as she bends across the pole, then he placed another pole and fixed it under her arms. This was to stop her form playing with herself and also to stop her from lying down. 

He patted her head and told her to open her mouth he then placed a specially made gag into it. It had a tube that fed her some kind of liquid at regular times she hadn't discovered what it was but she had no option other then to swallow when it came. He then fixed her ankles and wrists to each of the corners of her cage. Once they where secured to his satisfaction his hands then felt her tender breasts, nipping and tugging on her nipples, she moaned as he did that. When he had finished playing with them he then fixed some chains to her rings so if she moved they would tug the rings that were dangling from her nipples. 

He then went and felt her clit and she moaned with excitement as he brushed his finger over her clit. She tried to move, pushing her self more on to his fingers as though she was begging for him to end the teasing and to let her cum. He moved his fingers and then quickly slapped her butt and said "bad pup bad, I will deal with this when I get home. How dare you try and please yourself when I am touching you, my sluttish pup." 

Fear welled in her for she knew what happened last time he said that to her. 

She whimpered slightly. 

"There my pup" as he patted her head, " Now Master has to go to work and he will see you in a little while, be good and when I get home we will go for a walk after I have dealt with you, my little slut pup." 

He then closed the door to the cage and locks it. She looks at him and tries to whimpers to show that she will miss him. 

He poked his fingers into the cage and rubbed her ear and whispered into it "I will be home soon little pup and don't do anything I wouldn't do." He laughed and then walked to the door. 

She looked around and fidgeted until she could get herself into a more comfortable position but she knew her day would be a long one in her cage. She looked through the bars and whimpered slightly as she felt the butt plug move as she wriggled it. Her anal area still felt tender as her Master had buggered her hard the night before. She moaned but she knew no one would hear her. A sighed escaped from her lips as she tried to relax as much as she could in the position she was being held firmly in. 

she couldn't understand why he kept her this way. She had promised she wouldn't run away. 

The machine suddenly bleeped and a little of the mixture came into her mouth she swallowed it and pulled a face. It was bitter but it was refreshing. 

The wooden bars that he had placed were starting to push in to her flesh and she tried once more to take the weight of them but there was not much free space in her cage. When she raised herself up the chains on her nipples pulled. 

She was getting very frustrated and a tear rolled down her face, she prayed that the time would go quickly as she closed her eyes. 

When she woke up she noticed that the room was getting dark, she didn't know how long she had dozed off for, but she knew her Master would be home soon. 

She moved slightly. 

Then she heard the front door open and some movement in the hallway before he came into the kitchen. He walked over to the kettle and filled it up and then placed it on the stove to boil. 

He then walked over to pup and unlocking the door he asked her if she had, had a good day? 

She tried moving but her body had become stiff being in one position. He undid the gag and also the wrist, ankle and nipples restraints. He slowly moved the poles out and she winced as he did so. He then told the pup to go to the litter tray and expel her self. 

She crawled out slowly and then went to her tray. Making sure it was between her legs she allowed her urine to flow freely. 

He sat down in a chair to watch her. 

"Now my pup, I have been giving some thought to this morning and because of this I have decided that I need to teach you some self restraint. To do that I have been to see a friend of mine and had some things made for you so that you will learn that you are here to please me and not yourself." 

He got up from the chair and went into the hall way and came back with a box and a bag and placed it on the table. 

Pup was still over her litter tray as she had not been told to move. She looked at what he had just brought in, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. 

She looked to the door and he noticed and closed it tightly. 

She lowered her head. 

"Come here pup," she crawled slowly over to him. 

He lifted out of the box a leather belt, then a new larger butt plug and dildo which he fixed to the belt. He then also fixed some cables into it and attached a small box to it. 

He told her to open her legs. As he pushed the new butt plug in she yelped in pain. Then placing the dildo in he then fixed it tightly into place by threading the looped end of the middle band to the belt, then tightening up the belt around her waist. 

He then told her to crawl around the room. 

He laughed as he picked up a box that was on the table. He pressed a button and she felt a slight buzz in her passages. She looked at him and then he pressed it again after he had fiddled with the buttons. A sharper buzz was felt. 

"Now come here pup"! 

She crawled over and out of the bag he brought a new collar and fixed it around her neck. He then pressed another button and she felt a sharp jabbing pain from the collar around her neck. 

She looked at her Master for reassurance. He took no noticed and played with the box some more. He then pressed the button once more, this time the pain was more severe and she whimpered. 

"Come here pup" he said patting his legs. 

She crawled over once more and placing her head on his lap he began talking to her. 

Now pup, when you do something to displease me I will press one of these buttons and you will learn that it will hurt you, and you will then learn to stop what is displeasing me pup. But this is not the punishment side pup as this is a new toy. Now for your punishment, I have decided that as I want you to be my pup, I am going to take you outside and bath you and I have some treats in this bag that will help me to make you more my pup than ever.' 

She leaned her head to one side. 

"Now pup I am going to take off your new toys for a little while as I need to do this first." 

He undid the belt and took the toys out her and placed them near by the sink. 

He told her to kneel. Once she was kneeling he told her to place her hands behind her back, then taking some rope he tied them together. Then he tied them to her ankles so she couldn't move. 

He then took a mixing bowl and in the bowl he mixed some stuff together. When he was happy with the mixture he walked over to the pup. He then got hold of the scissors and then started to cut her plaited hair. She moved and started to scream out "No, no, not my hair please, not my hair." She begged over and over again through her sobs. 

He hit her. "Did I give u permission to talk pup and are you allowed to talk?" 

Through her sobbing she replied "No Master." 

He then dropped the cut of plait in front of her. He then went to the bowl and brought the mixture over. Placing on some gloves he then applied the mixture to her head. It felt cold to her head but as it stayed on she could feel the mixture warming her skull. She starts to cry, she knew what he was doing, and he had threatened her once before and now he was doing it. 

"Pup I am leaving the mixture on for 20 mins and then I will be back to check to see if it has worked." 

He went out of the room she tugged at her bondage but there was nothing she could do. She heard him walk back into the room and over to her. He began to untie her and then once she was free he put on the metal collar and attached the leash to it. Clicking his fingers she followed him to the back door. Opening it, he went out side and pup followed. He lead her to where he kept the hose and turning it on he started to let the water run over her back. She shivered as the water touched her skin. He then told her to close her eyes and he placed the hose over her head and the cool water poured down on to her, washing the stuff off and the rest of her hair with it. 

Watching what was left of her hair going down the drain, a sob escaped from her lips. He then washed her all over making sure that she was clean. As he washed her he checked with his finger that her anal passage was clean and that she didn't need an enema but when he pulled his finger out it was covered in scat. He moved his finger to her mouth and told her to lick it clean. She pulled her head away she wasn't ready for this but he was testing her. 

He grins and said "you will get use to this pup; you will be use to anything I want to do with you." He then took her back inside and wiped her down. 

She stood there as he rubbed her with the dog's towel. 

"Now my pup you do look a smart pup now, but I need to do something and it will hurt but only for a bit."

She looked up at him and saw that he was smiling. She smiled back and trusting him she allowed him to do as he wished. 

He told her to stay and then went out of the room and came back in with a tool bag he placed it on the table, next to the box. She couldn't quiet see what he was doing but she started to wonder if this is what she really wanted. 

He then got the rope again and telling her to kneel once more he retied her wrists to her ankles. Then getting the blindfold he placed it on to her eyes. Her breathing became deep and laboured. 

"Now my pup this will hurt but it will only be for a few seconds, and because I don't want to hear you scream out loud I am going to gag you, so open your mouth for me." 

Pup opened her mouth and felt the gag being slipped in she bite on it. She then heard him moved about it the kitchen and heard the stove being lit. He them moved some more and hearing a tinkling sound she wonder what he was planning to do. 

She heard him move nearer to her and then a sharp burning pain on her shoulder, the pain made her jump and she screamed loudly into the gag and her teeth sank deeply into it. She could feel herself falling on to her side. 

He untied her and then sat on the floor besides her stroking her head, "shhhhhhh, little pup all done now shhhhhhh, no more pain little pup, Master is pleased with you." She laid there feeling his touched. 

She didn't know how long she laid there but she was free. Her hands touched her head. It was bald; her lovely chestnut hair was no more. He looked down at her. 

"Now pup you will learn, now I need you to get back on all fours." She got back onto her all fours and looked up at her Master. "Good pup good." 

He then went to the sink and picked up the belt and toys and placed them where they had been before. 

He then went to the box and pulled out some kind of leather gloves. He walked over and then kneeling he lifted her front hand up and placed it into the glove, it looked weird to pup but the more she looked at it she began to realize that it was shaped like a paw. He then laced it up tightly. Then taking the other hand he did the same. She looked at them and then tried to bend her wrist but it was now in a fixed position. He then went back to the box and fuddled some more in there. Then bring out some more straps he fixed one end of them to the belt then bending her leg up so she was on her knees he fixed the belt tightly and did the same with the other leg. 

He clicks on the leash to her collar and tells her to follow him. She tries to walk a little but finds it hard. She then tries another step and then another until she felt secure enough to move some more. 

"Good pup, good pup," she smiled up at her Master as she moved a few more steps. 

"You will get use to it pup and in a few months times you will be more of a pup than you are now." 

She looked at him with a puzzled expression. She so wished she could talk but he had now fixed the collar on. 

"Come on pup lets go for a walk." 

He gently pulled on the leash and she walked slowly behind him finding her method of walking harder than before. She tried hard to keep up with him but she soon was being tugged harder so she had to keep up with him. 

"That's it good pup, good pup, see you are getting use to it." He picked up a ball and threw it, "now fetch pup." 

Pup scampered off after the ball, picking it up in her mouth then turning around; she looked at her Master then ran back with it. She sat down and waited for him to take the ball out of her mouth. He then threw it again and she went and got it and returned dropping the ball on the ground by his feet. 

He smiled and bent down and picked it up. Placing it in his pocket he took out a treat and gave it to her. She nuzzled into his legs to thank him. He then took her back inside to the kitchen. He poured some water into her bowl and told her to go and drink from it. She went over to the bowl and lowered herself down and drank from it. It felt good as she was so thirsty from all the running she had done. 

He went to the cupboard and took down a tin of food. He placed the meat into her bowl, sprinkled some biscuits on the top, placed the bowl onto the floor and told her she could eat. 

He then made himself his meal and placing it on to a tray he took it through to the front room, leaving the door open so pup could follow when she had finished eating. Sitting in his chair he turned on the television to watch the news. 

The first bit of the news was what was happening in Iran and then what he was hoping would follow next … the news reader went on to say … still missing is Miss Fairways she has been missing for three days and still no body has been found. It is believed she was meant to be meeting a friend she had met online but it is not known where this gentleman can be found. If you have any information on this gentleman or the whereabouts of Miss Fairways please ring …… 

He turned the news off and smiled to himself. His plan had worked no one would care soon if she never turned up as she had no family nor friend's and hopefully very soon the police would soon write her off as a missing person one of the many that go missing in the states. 

Pup came into the room just as he was turning the television off. 

"Come here my pup," she padded over to his chair and lay down at his feet. "Good pup." 

He lit his pipe and thought to himself what a perfect picture 'The Master with his dog beside an open fire'. 

It was warm laying there beside the fire and at his feet she felt safe. She thought back to a few days earlier when she was Julie and on holiday in the States, backpacking. 

How on earth did she get here? 

She remembered she had been talking to someone online and was going to visit them and while she was out on his boat she had drank some wine and then woke up here where she is now. She has no knowledge how she got back to his house, nor where his house was. The only thing she really knew was that she was in the USA. 

Now being treated as a pup, how much her life had changed just in the past few days. 

She had been marked, shaved and now controlled by some man she had met online. She wished she had listened to her online friends but she thought she knew it all and didn't pay heed to what they had told her. 

A tear rolled down her face. 

But was it a tear of sadness or was it a tear of having her fantasy fulfilled that she had shared with him once when they had first met. 

Only time would tell.



The Puppet Master



"Great job, crew! I think we are ready for tonight," the director said as he walked towards the stage, clapping his hands. "Make sure you are all here by 7 p.m. sharp!"

It was opening night for the little playhouse production. Excitement was in the air, mixed with nervous energy.

The lighting girl Ava arrived at the theatre an hour early to run through the regular equipment checks to ensure everything was set for tonight's performance. The theatre was almost completely dark, but her green eyes adjusted quickly to the dimness. As she opened the door to the lighting cage, something on the backstage monitor stopped her. The stage manager Tim was leaning against a table in the Green Room while something bobbed in front of him. Upon closer examination, Ava saw that it was the busty blonde prop girl Mandy giving her own special performance. She gasped at the sight, but could not tear her eyes away from the screen as his body convulsed in orgasmic waves. She felt a tingling sensation in her pussy, imagining a firm tongue probing her delicate pink folds.

"Imagine the possibilities. I can't let this opportunity go to waste! I have to do something about it. His wife just adores that idiot. But I am sure that he won't seem so charming when she finds out."

After watching his cum dribble down Mandy's chin, Ava knew exactly what to do. She was going to fuck with him first – make them her own playthings. Yes, she would be the Puppet Master, orchestrating the perfect performance. Her thoughts were interrupted with the banging and chattering of anxious cast and the rest of the backstage crew.

Ava was prepared – all systems were good to go, as she settled into the metal cage. This was her space. She controlled the whole facility from this room. There was something about being able to see what was going on in the dark with all the monitors. Cameras peered into every secret spot in the theatre. The power was intoxicating. Ava always wore a tiny black tank top and black leather pants during the run of a show. The feeling of the tight fabrics made her feel sexy, like a dominatrix ruling the crew. They were all her puppets. But tonight would be an extra special show.

"Tim, the lighting is set. I am ready and waiting for the opening music to begin. Curtain on cue."

"Great! Mandy has everything set for Act I. She is good to go."

"I am sure she is," Ava replied sarcastically.

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing."

"It better not." Tim's face was flushed. "Could she know? Would she tell anyone? Would she tell his wife?" Tim thought. The nerves were tightening in his stomach. This could get ugly.

He heard the static in his headset, then an unrecognizable voice boomed in his ear.

"Tim, you have been a very naughty boy."

"Who is this? Ava, is that you?"

"Tim, I suggest you listen very carefully. I know. And if you don't want your wife to know, you will listen to everything I have to say."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Do you really want to take that risk on opening night? Perhaps I should tell her right before she goes on stage. Sort of my personal spin on 'break a leg'."

"NO! You can't do that to her! This play means the world to her."

"Well then. I think you have a situation here. Listen to me or destroy your wife's whole world. I don't think you have much of a choice. You wouldn't want to ruin this for her, would you?"

"You bastard."

"Tim, I don't like your attitude. Say 'Yes Master.'"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Oh, I believe I said 'Yes Master'. She is so close to me, I could reach out and touch her. Do you want me to lean over and whisper sweet some things in her ear right now?"

"No..Okay..Yes Master."

"That's better, my little puppet. I will be in touch."

Tim started to pace back and forth. "What does this sick fuck have in store for me? What if he already told her? What if he really doesn't know?" He ran his hand nervously through his hair. When he felt a soft touch on his shoulder, Tim jumped. "Oh, it is you," he said to Mandy.

She licked her luscious, full red lips. "Is that any way to greet me?" Mandy looked at him closely. "You look like you have seen a ghost. Are you alright, darling?"

"Don't touch me! And stop calling me darling! It's over! I can't do this anymore."

"What? Is it your wife? I told you that it is not a problem. She is so pre-occupied that you could fuck me right in front of her and she would not notice. Look, don't worry about it, darling. We are just enjoying each other's company. It is not like I want to marry you or something. Just relax. She is clueless."

"No, that's not it..." He paused.

"Whatever," Mandy said as she turned her back on him. He watched her tight ass and swaying hips as she sauntered away. Tim couldn't help imaging how it feels to run his hands over her toned flesh. She was too good as sucking cock to give up.

"Tim," the disembodied voice echoed in his ear. 

"Yes," he whispered in the microphone. He did not want anyone to hear him. 

"Yes what?"

"Yes Master."

"Now, tell Mandy to strip. I want to see her naked body."

"What?!"

"Yes, I want to see her the way you see her. Her flesh flushed with lust. When the cast is changing in the Green Room during the intermission, have Mandy reset the stage."

From across the stage, Tim was staring at Mandy's luscious blonde hair. "No, she won't do it. Mandy would never agree to such a thing."

"Tim, this is not a request. Your wife is less than 5 feet from me. Perhaps she would like a tour of your favorite fucking place. I noticed there was some evidence leftover from your last session."

As the curtain fell and the cast cleared the stage, Tim motioned for Mandy to come to him. He looked into Mandy's big blue eyes. There was no turning back now. "Mandy, take off your clothes."

"Darling, people might see."

"I know. Just do it!"

"Wow, I didn't know you were this kinky."

"Take them off now!" Mandy began to remove her clothes. Quickly, she pulled her black T-shirt over her head and stripped off her black jeans. Of course, Mandy was not wearing anything underneath. She never did.

"Oh, and so commanding! I like it! It is getting me so hot. Here, feel me," Mandy said to Tim has she grabbed his hand and pulled it towards her pulsating pussy.

"There's no time!" Mandy ran across the stage to set up for the second half of the show. Her breasts bounced up and down with each step. Her muscles tightened as she placed a chair, the only piece of furniture, in the center of the stage.

The headset crackled. "Tim, tell her to sit in the chair and stay there."

"Yes, Master." Tim walked over to Mandy to deliver the message. Her perfect breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath. He stood facing her, providing his instructions. Mandy was eager to comply.

"Now, Tim, pull out your cock and cum on her breasts." As much as Tim wanted to be repulsed by the debasing act, his engorged member throbbed at the idea of seeing his creamy white cum coating those beautiful mounds of flesh.

His hands pumped vigorously. Up and down his shaft. Faster and faster. He tightened his grip. His body shuttered as he ejaculated. Pearly drops fells from her rosy nipples. She moaned with lust, needing to be filled with his big cock. 

"Tim, we have to go. The cast will take the stage any minute." Mandy was frantic. She ran over to grab her clothes and hid behind the back curtain to dress. Tim hoped that this would satisfy the sicko who was trying to blackmail him. However, deep inside he knew that this was only the beginning.

Meanwhile, Ava was watching all the activity from the metal cage. She was getting more and more excited, feeling the dampness between her legs. Ava shifted her weight, causing her clit piercing to increase her stimulation. This was turning out to be one hell of a night!

Tim watched his wife from backstage. She was such a wonderful actress. She delivered her lines so passionately. She immersed herself in each role. Tim never felt as proud of her as he did at that moment. And she never looked more beautiful. The play was almost over – her big scene was coming up soon. But she wasn't finished with him yet!

Crackle; crackle...Tim's body flooded with fear as he heard the static from the headset. He knew who it was. Everything was just getting settled again, so he knew it had to be his new master.

"Hello my little puppet. I thoroughly enjoyed your performance. I have another request. I want you to bring Mandy up to the lighting catwalk. Bend her over the railing and fuck her doggy-style."

"No, Master, I can't! My wife will be onstage below us. She might look up and see us!"

"Then I suggest you hurry up and complete your task before she takes the stage in the next scene. Either way, she will find out about your indiscretions."

Tim was desperate. He had less than a half an hour to convince Mandy to fuck him up there. She was afraid of heights, so there was no way she would. His mind was racing.

"Mandy, I have a surprise for you. But you have to trust me."

"Darling, you know I trust you. You are just full of surprises tonight, aren't you?"

"Close your eyes..." Tim blindfolded her and led her by the hand to the tiny elevator. Slowly it climbed to the catwalk. Sweat beaded on his body, slowly trickling down his chest and back. "Be very quiet."

He leaned her over the railing and lifted her shirt. She was still sticky with his juices. He pulled down her pants, just enough to slip his cock into her tight pussy. Pumping harder and harder with each thrust, Tim stared at the stage. He quickened his pace, panting and grunting. Mandy moaned and writhed with pleasure. Tim could feel her hot skin moist beneath him.

Then, Tim saw her – her face lit up like an angel. He knew that she would steal the show with her performance in this scene. The audience was silent. How could he do this to her? Didn't she deserve better? Shouldn't he be more supportive? These thoughts were distracting him for completing his task. "Please, God, let me finish," he whispered.

They reached orgasm together. As he pulled out of her, Tim watched as their combined juices slid down her legs and dripped to the stage below. He held his breath as those droplets rained down and landed on his wife's chest. She looked up and stared directly into his eyes. Tim was caught. He could see her heart breaking as the lights went dark.

However, it was not the shock of seeing her husband fucking someone else that caused her pain. It was whom he was fucking. 

To be continued...



The Puppet Master



She awoke suddenly. The last thing she remembered was the ether-soaked cloth pressed against her face as she breathed in the fumes.

She looked around her. She was strapped naked onto a wheel-like device. Her limbs were bound, and some sort of metallic exoskeleton covered the backs of her hands and ran up her arms. Her face, breasts and legs were pressed tightly against the cold steel of the wheel.

She heard a voice behind her.

"Wakey, wakey, my little Valentine."

She heard a machine start up and her legs were pulled into a spread position. Then more gears tumbled, and her torso was pushed back, raising her ass, offering it to her unseen assailant, while her face remained tightly pressed against the wheel. 

Then the wheel itself began to rotate, bringing her body down to cock level.

She felt jelly being applied to her ass. It looked like somebody was going for a ride.

Then she felt his cock, hard as a rock, as it penetrated her up to the hilt. The pain was excruciating as her assailant began to shove it in and out of her at a faster and faster pace. 

Then a motor started up and her legs were spread even further apart. Her lower torso was lifted off the wheel, and her arms were pulled down between her kneeling legs. Her fingers began to move until they encompassed his balls. Her fingers then involuntarily began to stroke and massage his balls, as he continued to pound his steel-hard cock in and out of her.

The agony continued for what seemed like hours before he finally drove himself deeply within her and poured his despicable essence deeply into her bowels.

He stood there for a few minute with his slowly wilting cock still inside her. Then he withdrew, and more motors started up. Her body was rotated so that her naked back was now pressed to the wheel. Another motor started up and her legs and arms became spread-eagled. Her breasts and hardened nipples jutted out in her assailant's direction.

He stood naked before her, holding a large gun in his left hand. A very large gun. He walked over to her and took one of her breasts in his mouth, biting it enough to make it bleed, as he grabbed her other breast, cruelly squeezing it, mashing it and tugging it in time with his bites. He stepped back from her. She could see that he had already grown hard again.

"Know what I'm gonna do to you, bitch?" he asked her. "I'm going to cut those tits off you slowly, one bit at a time, as I fuck you over and over. I'm going to cut off little parts of your body for weeks and eat them while I fuck you. You probably won't like that very much. Toward the end, I will get to your eyes. I'm going to take them out and eat them while I fuck you with this gun. But not until the end. I want you to see me, to feel what I am becoming, as I eat you piece by piece, and then pour you back into yourself through my cock. But don't worry, my little doll, your corpse will have the eyes of a cat, vertical slits where your ugly blue eyes used to be. You will then be perfect, as you were always intended to be.

"Do you know what they call me?" he asked her.

"Sure, Harold. I watch TV," she said. "They call you the Puppeteer."

"How do you know my name/"

"I know a lot of things, Harold. You may be the Puppeteer, but I am the Master."

"I think maybe I'm going to harvest those eyes right now," he said, reaching for a scalpel on the table. 

"Eat me, Harold."

He advanced toward her, and brought the blade up to her eyes.

"You are not listening to me, Harold. I said 'Eat me.' Now!"

He suddenly felt his mouth opening of its own accord, and his right hand went weak, dropping the scalpel, which clanged on the tile floor. He watched incredulously as his hands were somehow involuntarily lowered from her eyes to her breasts. His mouth was then shoved upon her pussy against his will, as if by some invisible force. His tongue emerged from between his lips, seemingly of its own volition. Against his will, he began to lap her and suck her like an obedient dog, while his hands involuntarily cupped her breasts, teasing their tips, pawing them, crushing them against her, as his tongue darted over her clit and in and out of her pussy. His head was pressed tightly against her as though by an invisible hand, and his tongue began to work her harder and harder, while his hands squeezed her breasts tightly. She began to moan. She arched her back, thrusting her crotch harder against his face as he felt his mouth opening to take her all in, his tongue working her faster and faster, as she cried out in ecstasy, spilling her juices across his face.

Her breathing slowed, as she just lay there, taking in the pleasure.

"Release me," she told him.

His body did just that. Then they stood next to the wheel, naked and facing one another, puppet and master.

"You know what time it is, Harold?"

Harold was surprised to find that he could shake his head back and forth in reply.

"It's time to fuck the gun, Harold."

Harold retrieved the gun from the floor and brought it up to point it at her. His fingers trembled as he tried to pull the trigger, but without success.

His hands rotated the gun so that it pointed at the ceiling, and then lowered it. He felt his body crouching as he was compelled to lower himself upon the 12 inch muzzle of the gun.

"I said fuck it, not tease it," she said.

The pain was excruciating as he impaled himself on the barrel, taking all 12 inches in his ass. 

"I said, fuck it Harold. It's not a lollipop; it wants to be fucked."

He felt the tissues of his colon being torn apart by the gun's sight, as his body began to bounce up and down on the barrel violently, and his blood began to pool on the floor.

"Don't tease it, Harold. The gun wants to cum. Let it cum."

Harold's trigger finger trembled as he fought to regain control of it, but it was no good. The finger jerked, and the gun exploded.

Harold's last thoughts were somewhat disorganized, which was understandable in view of the fact that most parts of his brain were flying up to their eventual roost on the ceiling of the chamber.

Like a shortstop, she deftly caught one of Harold's eyeballs in each hand as they were blown free of his skull. She gave them some thought and then threw them into what was left of Harold's mouth.

She mentally crossed Harold Wertenheimer off her list. That made the count 39 assholes down, approximately 999,961 to go. 

She smiled as she picked up her clothes.