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The Rim

By: Morrigu



Take my hand and follow me up the stairs and into the bedroom. Notice how my arse cheeks peep underneath the hem of my shirt as I walk up the stairs in front of you. I can almost hear you wondering what I'm wearing beneath it...

Stood at the side of the bed I start to undress you, fingers peeling away the layers of clothing. 

Your hands reach for the buttons on my shirt and I stop them.

Reaching up, I whisper, "Later."

I unbuckle your belt and undo the fastening on your jeans and pause with my palm pressed against your cock. Feeling a gentle swelling I squeeze and sigh, so good to feel your response to me.

Kneeling at your feet I remove your socks, allowing you to place a hand on my shoulder for balance. Through the fabric of the shirt you feel no bra strap, and again wonder what I'm wearing. I'm still kneeling and my face is level with your crotch. My hands pull at your jeans and briefs, exposing a fabulously suckable cock. I press my lips to the tip and tease it with my tongue, one hand holding you at the base. Kissing and licking your shaft until I hear you moan, I work my way down to your balls and then back to the head. This time I part my lips around it and suck your cock into my mouth, sliding up and down. I feel your hands in my hair and they tighten as you try to control the pace, your hips thrusting as you fuck my mouth. Placing my hands on your thighs I pull my head away and stand up.

You start to speak, but stop when my fingers undo the buttons on my shirt. The first button displays the top of my breasts and then I move to the bottom button. Undoing this to expose my smooth pussy lips. The middle buttons undone, the shirt is discarded and I stand before you in a black corset, which cups my tits and frames my pussy. I step forwards, pressing myself against you, raising my lips to kiss, lips parting, tongues sparring. Your fingers stroke my pussy and I step away.

"Face down, on the bed," I say in a soft voice. "That's how I want you."

There's a puzzled look on your face but no argument. I move the pillow so you are more comfortable and taking a wrist I cuff it to the bed, leaning across your shoulders I do the same to the other. 

"I can't have you getting away."

Stepping back, there you are prone before me, those tight buttocks so inviting.

Slowly, ever so slowly I trail my nails and fingertips down your neck (pausing to lean and kiss), across your shoulders and shoulder blades, down your spine to the crevice between your buttocks. Bending I place a kiss before nipping your arse, followed by my tongue to soothe any hurt. I'm sure you wanted to squeal in surprise, but you contained it well. Sliding my hands over the firm cheeks of your arse to your inner thighs, where they pull your legs apart (and graze your balls as they do).

You feel my pussy brush against the back of your leg as I climb between them on the bed. There's a pause as I admire you laid out before me. Then taking my finger I trace the crevice of your arse from top to bottom and back. More firmly I push the finger between your cheeks and draw it down till I feel the puckering of your arsehole. Here I linger, scratching, stroking, exploring, and gauging which you like best. I remove my finger and part your cheeks with my hands, holding you open for me. As I lean forwards you can feel my breath on your arsehole, followed by my lips and exploring tongue. At first I just use my tongue to tickle against the sensitive flesh, but soon I am bolder and my tongue is probing you. I can hear you moan and I like it, I want you to moan more. 

"Feel my tongue as I fuck you baby, lose yourself a little." 

I pull at your hips, raising them from the bed, giving me easier access to you. Slipping a hand beneath you I grasp your cock, so hard and big, begging for attention. Every time my tongue penetrates your arse my hand rubs up and down your cock, wanking you and fucking you. I think you like this, I can feel your balls tighten and your cock twitch. 

I wonder, "Are you going to cum for me, lose control for me?"

That's what I want, for you to spunk all over my hand as I tongue fuck your arse.

The Ring



I had always collected inexpensive jewelry, I picked it up at estate sales, auctions and pawn shops. I even have quite a bit that guys had given me. At 30, I was still an attractive woman and had my share of dates, but never really liked giving blow jobs and would in no way ever swallow it, it was so disgusting! 

At my 30th birthday party, a friend of mine, Margaret, gave me an unusual ring as a present. It was 14 karat gold with black onyx and two gold L's crested in it. It was a beautiful ring and I was so proud of it, but I didn't wear it for a long time, afraid of losing it because it had to be sized. I had the ring sized and as I was going on a date that evening, I decided to wear it. I put on a slinky black dress, with matching black panties and bra, Jim was taking me to dinner and a show. I slipped the ring in my purse after I dressed and Jim picked me up and we left for a fancy restaurant downtown. 

Verona's was a posh restaurant, quiet and somewhat dark and catered to the romantics, offering quiet, secluded tables and after your meal, very little interruptions. I slid the ring on just as Jim reached over and kissed me and I began to feel warm all over, which I was attributing to the wine, but soon I found my hand roaming over Jim's crotch, stroking his cock through his pants, feeling it grow against my hand and I unzipped his pants and reached in and brought it out and stroked it under the table. Jim couldn't believe I was being so bold, I was always so reserved and never did anything at all in public, but he was not about to complain as I jacked his cock and it got so very hard and we kissed passionately as I did. 

We broke our kiss, "Would you like a blow job Baby?" I asked him and he looked at me like I was crazy, I had always told him that I did not give blow jobs and he had accepted that, "Sure thing Baby," he said and I disappeared under the table and pushed his cock between my lips. I could hear him moaning as I sucked his beautiful cock and tried to get more of it in my mouth, stroking it as my mouth would rise and rubbing his balls as my mouth would engulf it's length. 

I sucked Jim's cock, delighting at it's smoothness and it's heat as I began to suck harder and faster, causing Jim's moans to get slightly louder. His moaning seemed to spur me on, as I sucked him more rapidly, tasting his precum. His hands went under the table and found my head and speared my mouth with his wonderful cock, as my pussy felt like it would burst! His cock began to swell in my mouth and I buried it into my throat as his hot cum bathed my throat and my pussy exploded at the same time. I sucked his cock until there was no cum left and then licked up any that had escaped my lips and ran my tongue around his balls as best I could, I couldn't seem to get enough! I came up to a very happy face, as he kept thanking me for a wonderful blow job and I just smiled and said, "Anytime Baby, I love cum," and he just looked at me. 

I told him I was going to the rest room to wash up and he settled back to close up his pants. As I got to the hall where the rest rooms were, I saw the one Marked Men and pushed it open, I needed more cock! There at the sink was a man in his 40's and I moved behind him and reached around and stroked his cock, and he jumped. 

"Want a blow job Baby?" I asked and he looked around to se if someone was playing a joke on him. Satisfied that I was for real, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and I dropped to my knees on the rest room floor and stroked him until he was hard and then pressed him between my lips. His cock was larger than Jim's and that seemed to drive me wild as I pushed him back to my throat and sucked like some wanton slut. He placed his hands on my head and helped thrust his cock in and out of my mouth as I watched his face contort, knowing that I would soon get what I wanted. His cum spewed into my mouth, it was much more than Jim had and I drank it down greedily, working to capture every drop. 

His hands slowly released my head and I still sucked, wanting even more. The door opened and another man came in and pretended that he didn't see what was going on as he walked to the urinal and relieved himself. The cock I had just sucked was totally deflated now, and I set my sights on the newest cock in the room as he came over to wash his hands, "Want a blow job Baby?" I asked him and the guy I just sucked said, "She's great. You won't regret it," and he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and I went to work on it, while the first guy got behind me and pulled my gown straps off my shoulders as well as my bra straps. 

My mouth was filled with cock and my gown was around my waist as this man worked at unbuckling my bra and playing with my tits. This sensation caused me to moan as I sucked this hot cock in my mouth and I began to deep throat this guy as he rolled his head back and moaned as well. The first guy took hold of my hand and guided it to his cock and I began to jack it off, feeling it get hard in my hand and he rubbed my hard nipples. 

With his cock once again hard, he pulled me to my hands and knees and flipped my gown up on my back and peeled my panties down to my knees and spread my legs and eased his cock into my pussy. I was sucking and getting fucked all at once, and it had a profound effect on my mind as I put my energy into both ends at once, trying to suck in as much cock as I could, while trying to also spear myself with as much cock as I could. The guy in my mouth began to cum and I worked his cock with my mouth, trying to keep it spurting, not wanting it to stop as I swallowed it all. 

The guy in my pussy was now coming and I tried to bury his cock inside of me, to capture all of his cum as well. Just then, the door opened and it was Jim, he just stood there, not believing the sight before him as his date was having a fuckfest on the restroom floor, the men's restroom at that. "Miranda!!" He yelled out and the two guys stopped and pulled out and worked to straighten their clothes and leave, "Thanks fellas," I told them as they left. Jim just stood there staring at me, cum running down my chin and my legs, he shook his head and left me there. 

The other guys must have made some comments, because soon, there were two more guys there, pulling out their cocks and I serviced them also as they both shot into my mouth and my pussy. I got up after they left and pulled my panties up and could feel the cum soaking them, and put my bra back on and straightened my gown. I looked in the mirror, seeing the cum around my mouth, and snaked my tongue out, pulling it into my mouth as I relished the salty taste. I fixed my hair and then washed my hands, taking off my ring as I did, and all of the sudden a man walked in and I noticed that I was in the men's restroom and bolted out, my ring in hand and went into the ladies restroom to clean up. 

I felt something squishy between my legs and pulled up my gown and saw cum running from my pussy and down my leg, 'when did I get fucked?' I asked myself. I had a really salty taste in my mouth and ran some water and rinsed my mouth out, 'I didn't think the food was that salty.' I said to myself and grabbed my ring and left. 'Where the fuck is Jim?' I asked myself as I saw that the table had been cleaned off and he was nowhere to be found. Here I was, downtown and no way home, a fine mess I was in and you just wait until I see Jim's sorry ass. I headed for the bus stop and as I waited, slipped my ring back on, and immediately felt weird, like I was hungry. I got on the bus and settled down towards the back, I had a long trip home. 

This guy in a business suit was seated next to me and my hand went to his thigh and towards his cock, as he looked at me like I was strange. I fumbled with his zipper and got it down and pulled his semi erect cock and bent over, taking it in my mouth. He didn't make even the slightest protest as I sucked him and he was enjoying it as his cock grew in my mouth. He jammed my head down on him as his cock erupted in my mouth and I sucked him like a straw, trying to get every drop as I swallowed it down. 

I kept sucking him, still wanting more, when I noticed this young kid in the next seat, stroking his cock as he watched me and I moved on to him and he had his cock out before I even got there and I swallowed it into my mouth and sucked it, still hungry. His cock was a lot harder than the other guys, I mean this guy must never get sex! I was thrilled at it's size, tightening my throat around it every time I took it in and he blew in no time, bathing my mouth with his cum and as I kept sucking, he got hard again! 

Hooray for the young guys! It took a little longer before he came for the second time, but I enjoyed all of the sucking to get him there, as he erupted again in my mouth and I swallowed it down, but I couldn't suck him hard for a third time, so I moved to another guy in front of him and soon, the whole damn bus full of guys was wagging their cocks at me! I had eight cocks staring at me, my mouth couldn't suck them fast enough and then the bus driver pulled into a parking lot and joined them, which gave me nine. 

They had me on all fours in the bus aisle, as someone pulled my gown up and threw it on my back and then tore my panties off as he jammed a nice hard cock inside of me, increasing the pleasure I was receiving from the cock I was sucking and the two I was jacking, as someone held me up off the floor and I felt my dress top and bra come down and so many hands on my hard tits! I was in heaven, having all of these cocks to pleasure, but my mouth just couldn't seem to get enough cum, as one by one they squirted into my mouth and I feverishly swallowed it. 

As soon as one stopped, another would take it's place, in my mouth and my pussy. And someone even fucked my ass, I'd never had that before, and it felt pretty good, though now my ass was a little sore. One guy set his coffee cup under me and as the cum ran out of me, it caught it and I would drink it between cocks, I just had to eat cum!! They all came in me at least twice before they began to tire and I was left once again, without what I desperately wanted and needed- CUM. 

They left me there, on my hands and knees in the aisle, my only clothing being my gown gathered around my waist as the bus began to move again and I waited for the cup to get full enough to drink again and then sat in a seat. I tipped the cup up, trying to get every drop out of it as the bus rumbled along and soon, I saw my stop come up and I pulled my gown up over my tits and shoulders and got up and slid it over my pussy, my bra and panties nowhere to be found. I noticed cum on the hard plastic seat where I had sat and bent over and licked it up before I left, still hungry. 

I didn't pass anyone as I made my way to my condo, so I didn't get anymore cum before I got home. I went into the bathroom and pulled my gown off and saw my battered body, my hips had hand prints all over them as well as my tits and there was dried cum all over my mouth. I turned on the shower and got in and let the warm water run over me, wishing I had another cock to suck, then I showered and got out, walking to my bedroom. I took the ring off and laid it on the nightstand and suddenly wondered how I had gotten home and why I was nude and my hair was wet. 

So many things seemed to draw a blank lately. Then I realized that my ass hurt, why? I thought about it for a long time and finally just decided to go to sleep, unable to explain it, and pulled the blankets up, feeling how cool they were on my naked skin. I woke up quite refreshed, but was puzzled at the small puddle between my legs, did I get fucked? I didn't remember it, and surely you would remember that! 

I got dressed for work, putting on a thigh length skirt and matching top and my pantyhose. I scooped down to pick up my gown from last night and couldn't find my underwear anywhere, what is going on here? I still had a dull pain in my ass too and I just couldn't figure it out and got tired of trying, blaming it all on Jim. 'Wait until I see him,' I thought and left for work. It was a usual day at work and I couldn't wait for it to end. I got home and opened the door and heard noises from my bedroom and remembered the cleaning company was scheduled for today and thought no more about it as I went through my mail. 

The noises turned into slurps and moans and I decided I had better check it out, stopping at the door, I saw Marina on her knees as a guy fed his cock into her mouth and another guy pumped her from behind, her little maid's outfit resting on her back and her panties around her ankles. I don't suck cock, but the fucking was making me hot, as I watched them and pulled my skirt up and sent my hand under the panty hose to stroke my wet pussy. I pushed a finger inside myself as I watched the actions on my bedroom floor. He came in her mouth and I could see her swallowing it as some escaped from the corners of her mouth and then the other guy filled her from behind and they traded positions and began again. 

My finger worked furiously on my clit as I bit my lip and came myself, and slowly removed my hand and straightened my skirt, and then I saw my ring on her finger as she pushed his cock in her mouth. "Hey!!" I said as the guys stopped and looked at me but she continued her sucking, "Why do you have my ring?" I asked and she never slowed down or noticed I was there. I went over and grabbed her hand and pulled my ring off and her sucking stopped and she asked me what was going on as she wondered how this had all happened.

The guys pulled their clothes on and left quickly as I sat on the bed and asked her to explain herself. She had no explanation, just that she was cleaning and saw my ring and tried it on, next thing she knew I was standing there. My mind was in awe, how could a simple ring cause this? I decided to try my theory and had her put the ring back on, and just after she did, she crawled to me and spread my legs as her hands went under my skirt and tugged at my pantyhose, drawing them down my legs and she moved her head in to replace them as her tongue darted against my swollen pussy lips. I am not a lesbian, but thought that I should test the theory, and besides, she was doing such a good job of relieving the ache I had acquired watching her and the two guys. She reached up and opened my top and grabbed my braless tits, pinching and kneading them as I was wracked with an earth shattering orgasm. 

She pushed me back on the bed and got up, pushing my skirt around my hips and pulling my panty hose the rest of the way off and then she mounted my face. I had never eaten a woman before, but was delighted at being eaten, so I nervously pushed my tongue into her. I tasted the salty cum there, oozing from her slit, and it began to taste pretty good as I darted my tongue in to capture more and she attacked my clit with ferocity. I came again, as I sucked on her hot Latina pussy and she sucked on my clit. My tongue soon had her spasming as her orgasm overtook her and then she got up and moved to kiss me and we shared each other's mouths. I reached down and pulled the ring from her finger and she immediately withdrew her tongue from my mouth and asked me what the hell had happened. After I told her, she couldn't believe it and just sat there staring at me. "I have never been with a woman before," she nervously said as she hung her head in shame. I brought her head up and gave her a small peck on the lips, "Neither have I." Marina dressed and left and I lay there, skirt around my waist and tits exposed and wondered how a simple ring could cause such feelings to emerge. 

I called Margaret, who had given me the ring, "Where did you get this ring?" I asked her, "At an auction of celebrity items," she said and I asked her if she knew anything about it's history. "No, Why? Is it stolen or something?" And I laughed to myself as I listened to her and decided to let her experience it's power firsthand. I invited her over for drinks and to just visit and then called three guys from work and invited them too. The guys from work were all handsome and I had thought about sleeping with them, but was worried about causing trouble at work, but tonight, they would have me and Margaret too. 

They all showed up and I fixed them a drink and we made small talk and then Margaret knocked on the door. I fixed her a drink and introduced her to the guys and we made small talk as everyone finished their drinks and I brought the ring out to show to them, "That's really nice," Henry said as he passed it on and I told them all that Margaret had given it to me for my birthday. "Put it on Margaret, and let's see how it looks," I smiled as she slipped it on her finger and stared at it. A few minutes later, I could tell she was getting frisky as I saw her hand move to Henry's thigh. 

He didn't know what to think as she inched towards the growing bulge in his pants. She unzipped his pants and the noise of the zipper got everyone's attention and the others looked to see her fish Henry's cock out and begin to stroke it. She got on her knees between his legs and took him in her mouth as he moaned and she took him inside her hot mouth. I could see the other guys getting all excited as they watched her work on his cock and I took Ralph's cock out and stroked it as well and he smiled at me as I did. 

Ralph and I had done some touchy, feely at work and I knew he wanted me and I wanted him too. I stroked him until he was hard and then saw poor Kevin sitting there, so frustrated. I let go of Ralph's cock and moved and pulled Margaret's pants down over her hips and raised her legs and pulled them off and then did the same with her panties and spread her legs and motioned for Kevin to fuck her. His eyes lit up as he tore his clothes off and moved between her legs and she let out a huge moan as his cock entered her and he fucked her as she sucked Henry. 

Waves of pleasure came over Margaret as both ends of her body were filled at once and I heard Henry moan and fill her mouth as I pulled Ralph's clothes off and mounted his cock. Kevin soon exploded into Margaret's cunt as I was riding Ralph's big tool to ecstasy myself. I looked to see Henry ripping his clothes off as Margaret now took Kevin in her mouth and Henry moved behind her to pierce her pussy with his hard cock. I screamed as my orgasm soaked Ralph's cock and he soon joined me filling my pussy with his hot fuck juice. I got on the floor on all fours and Ralph jacked his cock as he moved behind me and pushed it into me and I yelped at the pleasures taking over my body.

I watched my friend being attacked from both ends as I felt myself being taken and Ralph's hands moved to my chest as he fucked me, ripping at my nipples. The boys had soon cum twice each and sat back relaxing, but Margaret was nowhere near finished as she begged for their cocks and I pulled her head to my pussy and she ate me, trying to suck Ralph's cum out of me. I lay back on the floor on my back and pulled at Margaret's body until I had her straddling my face and dove into her dripping pussy, tasting the cum again, mixed with her juices. 

We both shook as our orgasms overtook us and I could see the guys were at attention again, watching our session. Margaret moved quickly to consume Kevin's cock and then reached out and jacked the other two guys. I got my Polaroid, knowing she would never believe me and snapped pictures of her sucking and jacking and swallowing each of them as they came. They got dressed after that and I rushed them out the door and ran back and pulled the ring off of Margaret's finger and she sat there dazed. "What happened?" She asked as she looked at her naked body and licked the salty taste on her lips. 

I showed her the pictures and she fell silent, not believing what her eyes were seeing. "And you and I ate each other while the guys recuperated," I told her and she really couldn't believe that. We vowed to find out the origin of the ring as we sat there, staring at each other's naked bodies. I slipped the ring on and immediately ravaged Margaret's pussy as she screamed out in ecstasy, not believing the feelings I brought out in her. After I had ate her and sucked her ample chest, she pulled the ring off my finger and we cuddled, stroking each other lightly. 




The Ring



Another shell blast forces me to take cover. And another one. The other women with me are running around screaming. A sniper shell hits Sarah in the back and she falls in front of me. I scream for everyone to lay down and cover their heads. Sarah is screaming in pain. I wish there were something I could do for her. She just turned 20. I hold her hand and try to comfort her. It's hopeless I know. She's lost a lot of blood. She looks up at me with a tear-stained face and whispers, "thank you." With that, she rolls her head over and dies. 

There is no time to mourn her. The shell blasts keep coming. We are innocent victims. Well, not totally innocent, but we only did what we had to do to survive. Sarah's death was the one thing that made me strong enough to do what I had been contemplating. I pull the bedsheet off the bed with a little bit of help. I then go to the window; taking a deep breath I open the window and hand hang the sheet out. Perhaps, they will see it as a token of surrender. Perhaps, they will offer us mercy. Anything would be better than what we have had to endure for so long.

The shooting stops. Bravely, I shout out the window, "We have no weapons. We don't want to fight. We want to leave here." There is a lot of talk, and then a voice calls saying we can walk out of the building, but we must walk out with our hands visible. I don't blame them for that. We have done many terrible things for our captors. 

I gather the girls up, some younger than Sarah, but most 18-20. I'm the oldest at 36 and have been here the longest. I pick Sarah up and carry her out with us. I want her be buried properly and pray these people will do that. This really is the only way for us to be free, really free.

The soldiers take her from me, promising she will be taken care of. For some reason, I trust them. The other girls are loaded onto the backs of jeeps. I'm the last to step up. We don't look back. The soldiers notice this and begin to question me. Their commander stops them saying there will be plenty of time for questions once we get to headquarters.

The girls sleep on the long trip. I watch over them as a mother would her small children. I've always tried to protect them. I never felt like I did a good job of that, until today. While I don't know what will happen to us, I feel safe with the soldiers. A lot safer than I have in 25 years. 

A soldier sees me still awake and looking at each of the girls. He takes his jacket off and offers it to me. I thank him and take it, instead of wrapping it around me, I lay it over Janet. I pick her head up and lay it in my lap as she sleeps, stroking her silky blonde hair. Janet is one of the youngest at 18. The soldier looks at Janet, not the leering look I'm used to seeing, but one of caring. He genuinely seems to care about us.

He offers me some jerky, telling me to let her sleep and for me to eat it. He also said there would be plenty of food for all the girls once we reached headquarters. This man already knew I wouldn't eat it while the girls were hungry. I took the jerky and started to nibble on it. He sat looking and Janet and me curiously, as if trying to figure out why I let her lay her head in my lap instead of one of the others. 

I trusted this man, and I have never trusted any man my entire life, since that day 19 years ago. It must have finally registered with him. He looked up at me with knowing eyes. I said, "Yes, she is my daughter. Sarah was also. Twins." I saw compassion in his eyes at that moment. It was finally sinking in that Sarah was dead. I held Janet close to me and started to cry. I hadn't cried in many years.

The soldier, not really knowing what to do, put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. This scared me and I pulled away. He apologized and handed me a handkerchief. A short while later we pulled into headquarters. I saw the soldiers start to help the girls off the jeeps. The soldier next to me said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of Sarah personally." I smiled as best I could as he climbed off. He offered me a hand and helped Janet and me off. He then walked over to Sarah and picked her up gently and carried her into the building. No one had ever shown me such kindness before, not without wanting something in return. 

The girls and I were led to a big dormitory style room. Shown the showers and fresh clothing to wear. Since I was obviously the oldest, the commander spoke with me briefly while the girls took their showers. He told me to shower and eat and he would send someone to escort me to his office shortly. He also stressed for us not to try to escape because if we did, we would be caught. I gave him my word that we would not escape and thanked him for the meal.

Lieutenant Anaxandros, the soldier from the jeep, smiled at me a couple hours later. I was glad that he was going to be my escort. Janet held onto me begging me not to leave her. I told her I would be back soon and not to worry we were all safe now. She was scared of all the men and I don't blame her. Rhonda came over and took her hand and led her away. I could hear her screaming for me as Lieutenant Anaxandros and I walked towards the commander's office. He looked at me knowingly. 

I asked him if he was a father. He said no, but his eyes told me differently. There was no time to question further, because we reached the commander's office. I wanted him to go in with me, but he wouldn't. I felt safe with him and told him so, almost begging him to accompany me. The commander saw this and told him to come in. A change in protocol, but a necessary one. The commander thought I would be more apt to tell him everything if Lieutenant Anaxandros were there with me.

My defenses were up naturally. For 20 years, I had distrusted men and their motives. After several tense moments, the commander spoke, "The deceased girl has been taken to the morgue to be prepared for burial." Tears started running down my cheek. Anaxandros noticed and handed me another handkerchief. "I understand how you feel. Soldiers are lost in the line of battle all the time."

"You don't understand. Sarah wasn't some soldier. We weren't fighting. You and your soldiers were fighting." I retaliated. I did not want my daughter's death to be trivialized in that way.

"Sir, with all due respect, the deceased girl was her daughter." Anaxandros said. You could almost hear a quiver in his voice as he spoke. He was afraid of what the commander would do to him for his insubordination.

"I see," was all the commander said. "I'm sorry for your loss. However, we must continue this interrogation." He looked at Anaxandros with eyes as cold as steel. His look told him that he had better not do that ever again. "Now, tell me why you have engaged yourself and these girls into a life of prostitution and drug dealing. Including your own daughter. Also, tell me whom you work for. If you corporate, your sentence will be light."

I didn't know where to begin. I should've guessed he thought we did all this because we wanted to. He didn't have any idea. I sat there a moment and let my mind go back to the time when I was a young girl. It seems like a lifetime ago.

My father had lost his job. Mother couldn't work. There were so many of us children. I was the oldest; it always seems that way with me. Father became desperate. The crops were failing as well. Mother had planted some vegetables as a way to help with the costs of raising 11 children. 

One day, a man in a fancy car and a fancy suit came to see father. They walked down the path so they could talk alone. I didn't like the looks of him. I had to help mother with my siblings. My father came back up and the man stood beside his car. My father told me that I was going with him and that I had to do whatever I was told. I started to protest. Mother protested saying she needed my help with the younger children. Father told her that the man paid a huge sum of money for me and it was more than enough to hire someone to care for the children. I couldn't believe what I had heard. 

I tried to run away, but father was too fast for me and soon caught me. He picked me up and carried me to the man's car. The man handed father a suitcase after he put me in the car. I was kicking and screaming. The man hit my face so hard I thought my head was going to break off. He told me that if I didn't stop, he would tie me up and gag me. I belonged to him and I was going to behave myself. I whimpered a little, but kept quiet. I looked back to see father open the suitcase; it was full of money. I cried.

We stopped at a warehouse. I was pulled out of the car so hard my arm hurt. There was nothing else I could do but follow him. He threw me into a small room and locked the door behind us. I was scared before, but now I was terrified. "Take off those clothes, girl." I stood there trembling. "Take them off now or I'll rip them off and beat you afterwards for not obeying me. You will do whatever I tell you to do, or you'll be beaten." I still stood there; too terrified to do anything. 

He walked up to me and threw me up against the wall. He started ripping my dress. I sobbed uncontrollably. He hit me over and over again, until I couldn't stand. "Now finish taking off those clothes. Unless of course you want more. That was just a sample of what I'll do to you if you don't obey me."

I stood up and took off the ripped dress and my undergarments. I kept my eyes lowered because I was too ashamed at my nakedness. He started groping me. It was as if he was inspecting me like a person would do cattle before they bought it. What was really strange is he had already bought me. He threw me onto the bed and tied my arms above my head. I kept my eyes closed. They hurt from being hit, and I didn't want to see this brutal and cruel man. He tied my feet to the bed and then left.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, but it was a long time. It was daylight when someone entered the room. She was a girl a little older than I was at the time. She tended to my blackened eyes and the cuts and bruises all over my body. She paid close attention to my breasts. They hurt with every touch. She only said in a very soft whisper, "Please just do as he says and you won't be hurt like this again." I started to respond but she just kissed my lips and told me not to speak. She had to prepare me for him. "The Master demands his girls to be clean and fresh when he takes them." I looked up to her with a puzzled expression. That puzzlement was soon answered.

She put a warm damp cloth on my bush. It actually felt good. I saw her get some lather before removing the cloth. "Be very still and I won't hurt you." I trusted her and did as she instructed. Expertly she shaved me. It was a very erotic feeling. I had never experienced anything like it before. After helping to raise my ten siblings, I didn't want children of my own so I stayed away from boys. She finished shaving me and I let out a soft moan which surprised me. She washed me as best as she could with me tied to the bed. After a quick kiss, she left.

It wasn't long before he came in the room. He looked at me and smiled wickedly. He didn't say anything, he didn't have to. He removed his pants, leaving his shirt on, and mounted me. He forcibly entered me. I screamed; he laughed. I screamed again as I felt my hymen break. He slapped me and told me to shut up. I was never to scream like that again. He continued to thrust in and out of me. Finally, he got up and left me. His cum seeping out of me pussy.

This went on for days. I was untied once a day for a meal, then I was promptly tied up again. One day, he brought me clothes and a package. He said I was to take the package to a friend of his. I was to present myself for his use, collect payment, and leave the package with him. I was then to return to my Master and give him the payment. He also said he would check me to make sure I had been fucked. If I wasn't, I was going to be beaten.

I did what I was told. The man I went to was handsome. He was also kind. He took the package from me and inspected it. He smiled and sat it on the table. I started to undress, a slow striptease that I was taught at Master's. The man sat back and watched with a grin on his face. I was like a robot. I had been trained for this. Beaten unmercifully when I would mess up. 

The man stood up and caressed my breasts, not roughly as Master would do, but gently. A soft moan escaped my lips that surprised me. I had never enjoyed this, except for when Sarah would bathe me. He kissed my lips, letting his tongue invade my mouth. He lowered his mouth to my breast and sucked the nipple. I threw my head back and moaned louder. Then, he slapped my ass. I jumped. He slapped it again. He sat down and pulled me across his lap and proceeded to spank me until my ass felt like it was on fire.

He again stood up and let me fall to the floor. I didn't look up at him because had I done so would've caused a big beating when I returned to my Master. He stood there before me and I undid his pants. He grabbed me and threw me over the couch and told me to spread my legs. He started to rub my clit as the tip of his cock rubbed up against my ass. I moaned loudly and this only excited him more. He started to push his cock in my ass. I wanted to cry out, but knew the consequences of that. He asked if I had ever had it in my ass before and I shook my head. He laughed at this and pushed harder. It felt as if my ass had ripped in two. He started fucking my ass. His fingers still on my clit. Soon I had forgotten all about the pain in my ass and started to orgasm. My moans were loud and he put his hand over my mouth. I could feel him tense up and new it wouldn't be long before he came. I was worried that Master would be upset because it was my ass that was fucked and not my pussy. I heard him groan and felt the warm liquid pour into my ass.

He stood up and pulled his pants up. Knowing I wasn't to move until instructed, I stayed in that position feeling his eyes on my ass and his cum running down my legs from my ass. He spanked my ass several more times, making sure it was very red. He told me to get up and get dressed. I would find an envelope for my Master. I did as I was told.

I hurried back and Master was waiting for me. I handed him the envelope and he pushed me inside. He bent me over and laughed when he saw my red ass. After more inspection, he laughed even more when he realized that my ass had been fucked. He told me that I had done well and tonight I could sleep without being tied. I bent down and kissed his feet in thanks. He sat down and patted his lap. I started to sit down on his lap as I had seen Sarah do on occasions, but he bent me over and started to spank me. He seemed to enjoy this a great deal. He kept reminding me that I belonged to him and he could spank me or do whatever he wanted to to me. I just nodded and whispered, "yes Master."

A few weeks later, it was realized that I had missed my period. This excited Master a great deal. I still went on my errands, but it was clear that anal and oral sex was all that was allowed with me. The clients didn't seem to mind the fact that they were fucking a pregnant girl's ass. Master was highly paid for me. 

Master came to me one night angry. I thought it was something I had done and was afraid he would beat me. Since my pregnancy was discovered, he hadn't raised a hand to me. He tied my arms up, but left my legs untied. He told me that I was not to leave. I had later found out that Sarah had killed herself.

A few months later, I delivered twin girls. Master was ecstatic. Two more girls for him. While he knew it would be several years before he could use them, he knew he would. They would receive a handsome price because he could send them together. He looked at them and realized he was their father. This made him even happier. He could send his daughters to his best clients.

He allowed me to recover before sending me back to work. He made sure I nursed them. He wanted my breasts full of milk when I would go out to work. He told me to make sure that I offered his clients to suck on my breasts after sex. Again, he would be paid a lot of money for a lactating girl.

Years went by. More girls came to Master's. All for the same thing. Because of the twins, Master put everyone on birth control. He didn't want any other children, not yet anyway. While I was there, I took great care of my daughters. They were growing up rapidly. As school age girls, it was there job to bathe the others and feed them. That way, Master didn't have to take one of his girls away from a paying client to care for the others.

When one of the other girls would do something deemed for punishment, I would beg Master for me to take their punishment instead. Master liked this because I would take much more punishment than the young girls could. I was glad he would approve of this. If I could just save these girls from what I had to go through at their age, the punishment would be worth it. He always made sure my daughters wouldn't see me after a punishment. That made me very happy. I didn't want them to know what was happening to me.

When the twins turned 18, Master came to me and told me that it was time they were prepared for the business. I begged him not to. I told him that I would do their work as well. I pleaded with him, telling him they could continue to take care of the other girls, but not to turn them into prostitutes. This proved to be a huge mistake for me. I was beaten severely because of this. I was also ordered to prepare my own daughters for service for the Master. 

I think they knew I had no other choice. At least I hope they did. The only thing I did differently than what was done to me or the other girls, was I didn't tie them up. I shaved them and bathed them. One other thing I did differently was add a perfume to their hair after I washed it. I rubbed lotion on their bodies. All the while, I had tears in my eyes. Master came in when I was finishing and told me to sit down in the chair. I didn't want to, and he ordered me again to sit down. Finally, he walked over to me and pushed me down, saying that if I got up, he would be forced to tie me up. I lowered my eyes and the tears flowed freely. I sat there and had to watch my Master take my daughters. I knew he was their father, but I never let that into my mind. I tried to think their father could've been any number of people, not this man. He finally finished and looked up at me and told me they were better than I ever was. I stood up and got them cleaned up. I knew they had a client to see.

Master always tied me up when they would leave for a client. I would almost go crazy. He continued to allow me to take the punishments of all of the girls, including Janet and Sarah. If the punishment was meant for the twins, it was that much worse. 


Sarah was always headstrong. She couldn't understand why we didn't just leave. She was always getting into trouble. She had been caught in a telephone booth after a job. Janet didn't go with her for this one. Janet always stopped her from doing silly things like that. Master was furious. He came to where I was tied up to my bed and told me that she had gone too far and was going to experience her own punishment. I begged him to let me take it. I thought it was useless. I had never seen him so angry. She had been caught calling the police. I quivered in fear. I thought he was going to kill her. I had to protect her. I continued to beg to be allowed to take whatever punishment he wanted to give her. He finally agreed. 

He untied me and called Sarah in. He told me to undress her, which I did. I had no choice. He would've killed both of us if I didn't do what he said. He told me to sit down and the edge of the bed. Sarah was told to bend over my lap. He handed a paddle to me and told me to spank her very hard. I did so, again because I had no choice. She had done something very wrong and needed to be punished for it. After awhile, he told me to stop. He pulled Sarah up and tied her hands over her head. He then pulled me up. He told Sarah that I had asked for her punishment. She looked puzzled because she had just received a very hard spanking. Her ass was so red I knew she wouldn't be able to sit down for a few days without feeling the pain. I knew that was no way near the amount of punishment I was about to receive. Sarah had only received a small bit of it. 




The Ring



Susan felt as if her heart would beat right out of her chest. The warm deep buzz of submissive arousal filled her, making her face glow and her stomach churn. Her mouth was dry and she felt light-headed, tense and nervous. Why? Why did she do this? But she knew the answer. It was what she wanted. It was what she needed...to be dominated and humiliated...to give herself selflessly to her Mistress...to please and serve. It was erotic and so deeply fulfilling. She could feel the dampness between her thighs as she followed her mistress.

The leather leash kept her within two steps of her mistress. She concentrated walking as instructed with hands behind her back, head upright, and eyes down. Her mistress' confident stride thrilled her...the short black leather skirt accentuating her mistress' firm athletic legs with tall leather boots clearly gave her a commanding presence. Her long dark hair blew lightly as she walked and her tight lace up leather vest accentuated her hourglass figure. Susan could not believe how lucky she was to be owned by such a woman as her mistress. Tonight, that ownership would be complete.

Susan tried to remember all that she learned in deportment. She concentrated on walking just two steps behind her mistress with head held up and eyes down. When her mistress stopped, she stood two feet behind her mistress and to the right with legs shoulder width and hands behind her back. This was Susan's first time in public with her mistress, and she wanted to her mistress proud of her.

Susan tried to remain calm and focus on her surroundings. A mixture of fear and excitement made her stomach churn. The smells of the old apartment seemed so ordinary. The poor lighting and dirty carpet were typical in these old apartment buildings in this part of the city. Susan hoped that no one would see her...a woman being led by her mistress. At least there was little chance of meeting anyone who would know her there. 

Ms. Stanton stopped at apartment number 617. That was the apartment the local bdsm club rented for their bi-weekly meetings. Ms. Stanton knocked on the door...the sound echoing in Susan's ears. She quickly glanced to the side down the hallway to see if anyone else might open their door.

Susan heard the door security chain clink as the door opened a few inches. Someone looked out, closed the door, and then opened it again.

"Val, it's good to see you. I was wondering if you would make it. Everything is ready" a cute cheerful blonde said. She hugged Ms. Stanton warmly and led her inside without ever acknowledging Susan.

"Sorry. We are running a little late. I wanted to take a little extra time with Susan to make sure she was ready. She's a little nervous." 

Susan's heart beat wildly as Ms. Stanton led Susan through the club's play area and into a smaller room with an ominous looking gynecological examination table. This was what Susan both feared and desired. This is where Susan would receive the final symbol of her status as Ms. Stanton's slave girl. In a few minutes, there would be no doubt to whom she belonged. 

The table was made of padded black leather with multiple straps that could be used to restrain a submissive in any number of vulnerable and humiliating positions. Most foreboding was the stirrups. They were not what Susan expected. These were sleek stainless steel troughs designed to comfortably bend and elevate the legs. There were straps above and below the knee and one at the ankle that held the submissive's legs in position. The rugged design assured that there would be no escape once the straps were buckled in place. There were strange gears at the side of the table that Susan could only imagine were used to adjust the width of the stirrups. Susan feared how exposed it would leave her...her sex open and vulnerable to whatever was planned for her.

"Undress" Ms. Stanton commanded as she unfastened the leather lead from Susan's collar.

"Yes Mistress" Susan managed to say...her mouth dry and voice barely auditable.

Susan's hands shook as she unfastened the buttons of her pinstripe blazer jacket. Even as her mistress' slave girl, Susan was expected to maintain what outwardly appeared to be professional attire. Ms. Stanton preferred the classic elegant look to the slutty whorish look. However, it was what Susan wore or did not wear underneath that fueled her submissive fires. A short professional skirt without panties made Susan feel even more vulnerable than if she wore something more revealing. It kept her aware of her sexuality as she worked in Ms. Stanton's office. The thought of being discovered by a coworker kept her both frightened and excited. She loved erotic humiliation. 

Susan folded her jacket neatly and placed it on a chair. Next, she slipped her blue cami top over her head revealing her firm breasts and flat stomach. Ms. Stanton smiled as Susan exposed her already erect nipples. Susan's devotion thrilled her in ways she was not yet sure she understood. She was not a lesbian, but yet Susan's devotion caused the butterflies to flutter in her stomach every time they were together. She also felt an intense desire to guide and protect Susan. What started out as a game had completely transformed into something else.

Next, Susan slid out of her short pin stripe skirt leaving her standing nervously in her stockings and heels. She had never before been undressed in front of anyone except her mistress. She glanced in the direction of the blonde. Susan noticed for the first time, the blonde also wore a professional pin stripe skirt and matching jacket. She guessed that she might also be an attorney. She was preparing equipment on a stainless steel tray in the corner. Susan did not want to see what was on that tray or even look at the woman.

Ms. Stanton gave Susan a look, and Susan slipped off her shoes and slid off her stockings. She remembered to stand with feet shoulder width and hands behind her back as she waited for her next command.

Ms. Stanton slipped her finger into the metal ring on Susan's leather collar, and led her to the end of the table where Susan sat. Gently pressing on Susan's shoulders, Ms. Stanton forced her to lie back on the table. Then she took each of Susan's legs and placed them into the stirrups buckling them into place. With Susan's bottom positioned at the very end of the table, Susan felt extremely vulnerable and exposed. Susan felt her face flush as she thought of how exposed she was in this position. Next Ms. Stanton buckled Susan's wrists into straps on either side of her head. And finally, she buckled straps across Susan's stomach and upper thighs. Each strap was firmly cinched leaving no room for movement of any kind. 

"That's my good girl" Ms. Stanton softly said reassuring Susan that everything would be ok. She turned the gears causing Susan's legs to be slowly spread apart. Susan was fairly flexible, but soon she began to feel the tension in muscles on the insides of her thighs. She began to panic wondering how much further her mistress would spread her legs. She used all of her strength to close her legs, but the stirrups continued to move opening her legs and exposing her bare shaved sex. Susan desperately wanted to call out for her mistress to stop. She had to remind herself to relax and trust her mistress. She knew from the information she got online what to expect. She knew it would not take long to complete the final ritual that would seal her as her mistress' property.

When Ms. Stanton let go of the gears, Susan felt her panic subside just a little. However, with her legs spread so wide, Susan could feel the cold air on her exposed sex. She felt as though her legs were spread so obscenely wide that the lips of her pussy would be open further exposing her. Susan's face burned brightly as she thought of the spectacle she made. She accepted the fact that a slave girl was not entitled to any privacy. She was just not yet used to that fact. She also knew what the blonde was preparing. 

Susan felt a panic rise within her again as the blonde stepped between her widely parted legs without even acknowledging Susan. Susan was torn between her desire to see what the blonde held on the tray, and the desire to look away. In fact, she already did know what the blonde held on the tray. She knew this would be her hardest test so far. She desperately wanted to make her mistress proud of her. She was resolved not to speak or call out no matter what the blonde did.

"I have a number of rings available" the blonde said as she held the tray up for Ms. Stanton. Both women stood between Susan's widely parted legs as Ms. Stanton studied the rings on the tray. The blonde held a couple up to Susan's clit to see how they might look once in place.

"Can I assume that you want a clitoral hood piercing?" the blonde asked.

"Of course" 

"Vertical or horizontal?" the blonde continued.

"I think a horizontal piercing would look nice on this one" 

"I agree, and a horizontal piercing will allow the locking bead on the ring to rest directly on your girl's clit. There is something very erotic about a clitoral hood piercing especially when you have your girl on your lead. The slightest tug gets her attention so much better than if you went with a labia piercing. However, some of my clients really prefer the look of a labia piercing. They will often put one ring on each labia, and attach their lead to both rings." the blonde chatted professionally without ever acknowledging that the clit to be pierced belonged to Susan.

"I agree completely. I also prefer a clitoral hood piercing to a labia piercing" Ms. Stanton said as she studied the rings. 

"Why don't you try one of these?" the blonde suggested handing a ring to her friend.

"Have you much experience with any other types of piercing?" Ms. Stanton asked as she took the ring.

"I occasionally do a few clitoral piercings, but you have to be careful with those. If your girl's clit isn't just the right size, it can cause nerve damage. I generally don't recommend them, but some of my clients insist. I think they like to be able to use a heavier gauge ring. I will do them only if I feel they can be done safely. They also take longer to heal" the blonde said as she held another ring to Susan's clit for Ms. Stanton to see.

"That's a nice one" Ms. Stanton commented. "I like the red bead".

"You want to make sure that you select the right size for your girl. You need a size that allows the bead to rest on her clit. That way your girl will always be reminded of its presence and your ownership" the blonde said completely ignoring Susan. 

"I like it. Put that one aside" Ms. Stanton said of the next ring the blonde held to Susan's clit. Susan could feel the cold steel against her sensitive flesh with each ring the blonde tried. 

"Is your girl always so responsive?" the blonde asked referring to Susan's swelling clit. 

"She can be a very excitable slave girl. Can you feel the heat from her pussy?" Ms. Stanton asked as the blonde held the back of her hand a few inches from Susan's widely parted sex.

"Oh yes, and I can smell her too. You definitely made a good choice with this one." the blonde laughed as she set the ring aside and chose another for Lady Val to evaluate.

Susan squeezed her eyes closed and tried to imagine that it was not her that the two women discussed so openly. She fought desperately to hide her excitement. She was positive that she would never understand how her body could respond to the humiliations that her mistress subjected her, but it did respond. There was no denying that it did. She remembered her mistress telling her not to fight her desires, and to accept what so obviously excited her. Could she ever accept these humiliations she wondered. How could anyone ever accept being as exposed as she was at this moment. However, she would have to admit that the humiliation gave her a submissive buzz unlike any experience she ever encountered. 

"I think so too" Ms. Stanton responded to the blonde's comments concerning her slave girl. "She's a rare gem that just needed a little guidance and training".

"Where did you find her if you don't mind me asking?" the blonde asked.

"She works for me. I found a novel she was writing on company time, and the rest you might say is history." Ms. Stanton said with a laugh. "The novel she was writing was all about her service to a mistress, which turned out to be me. I was kind of shocked by what she wrote and almost fired her. Instead, I decided to teach her a lesson that I thought she would never forget."

"Sounds interesting. How long has she been your sub?"

"Only about three months, but she has been completely devoted. I collared her after the first six weeks."

"Is that the ring you want?" the blonde asked as she took the ring from her friend.

"Yes, I think it will be perfect".

"Good, It will just take a moment to engrave your name on the ring" the blonde continued. "I will be right back" the blonde said as she took the ring and walked into an adjacent room.

Ms. Stanton walked to the side of the table, and looked deeply into her slave girl's eyes. Her fingers softly stroked Susan's hair. 

"That's my good girl. It will be over soon. All you will feel is a brief pinch, and then it will be over" 

Susan's heart beat wildly as she looked at her mistress. She did not like pain, and pain in such an intimate place really scared her. However, the confident look of her mistress also gave her comfort. She wanted so desperately to please her mistress and make her mistress proud of her. 

"I love you, Mistress" Susan said. 

"I know you do, dear" Ms. Stanton said as she stroked her slave girl's soft hair. She had grown quite attached to this one. Her devotion to every detail made Ms. Stanton's heart melt. She found herself holding back on disciplining Susan at times, and knew that she would have to make a conscience effort to be strict or she would rune a good slave girl. 

"All done" the blonde cheerily said as she re-entered the room and stepped between Susan's widely parted legs once again. "Let me show you where I intend to place the ring, Val" the blonde said.

Ms. Stanton left Susan's side. Susan felt a shudder of excitement as she felt her mistress' fingers lightly caress along the insides of her left thigh as her mistress stepped beside her friend. Susan would do anything for that touch. She lifted her head trying to see what the blonde was doing.

"The ring will go right here" the blonde said as she pinched Susan's clit between thumb and finger. Susan jumped and squealed with the touch, but was instantly reminded that she could not move even an inch. The straps across her hips and stomach held her tight, and her legs remained spread wide and open. She knew that her sex was open for anything the blonde intended to do. 

Susan hated the blonde. At least she could acknowledge that Susan was a real person. She treated Susan just like an object to be owned, which is what Susan really craved with her mistress. She just did not want this blonde bitch to treat her as an object...or did she. She felt the butterflies in her stomach every time the blonde spoke about her. 

"Perfect" Ms. Stanton said to her friend as she walked around to the other end of the table where she held Susan's hands. 

The blonde placed a small stainless steel tray on Susan's lower stomach. Susan jumped at the coldness, but the tightness of her bonds did not even allow her to move enough to disturb the tray. Susan could see tubes of antiseptic cream, gauze, needles, and a ring with a few other items she could not identify.

Susan gasped as she felt a cold liquid being applied to her clit. She knew that it must be an antiseptic cream. She desperately wanted to close her legs. She felt agonizingly vulnerable to the blonde who in her mind she called the bitch. She felt alternating waves of deep submission and anger at being treated as someone else's property. This feeling was especially accentuated by the blonde who would not even acknowledge Susan as a person even though she now held Susan's clit between thumb and finger.

Susan felt the blonde apply a cold stainless steel clamp to her clit. She squealed again, but tried to remain calm.

"Look at me" Ms. Stanton said to her slave girl. Her dark penetrating eyes calmed Susan's fears. "I will give you one last chance to decide if you want to serve me. This will be your last chance to change your mind, Susan. If you decide not to serve me, you can return to your former life".

"I want to serve you, Mistress" Susan said without hesitation.

With a nod to the blonde, Susan screamed as the needle passed through her clitoral hood. The pain lasted a couple seconds and quickly passed. Susan felt a brief moment of discomfort as the blonde slipped the ring through the newly formed hole. The blonde threaded the bead between the open ends of the ring. 

"Come and see" the blonde said as she wiped a couple drops of blood from Susan's clit. The blonde removed the clamp and Susan felt the blood rush back to her clit. It throbbed lightly where it was pierced. Susan felt a second sting as the blonde applied antiseptic cream to her newly pierced clit. 

"Beautiful" Ms. Stanton said as she stepped between Susan's legs.

"It will take about two weeks to fully heal so just be careful until then. I never use a lead until after it fully heals, but you know that. Make sure you keep it clean and wash regularly with a salt solution" the blonde said as she picked up the tray still not acknowledging Susan.

"You really do beautiful work. It's perfectly placed" Ms. Stanton said admiring the ring. "Even the etchings are beautiful" 

"Thank you. I've had a lot of practice, you know" the blonde said with a cheerful laugh. "Your girl will be a little sore for a day or two. Just remember to go easy on her."

"I always do" Ms. Stanton said with a laugh.

"Yeah right. I know you, Val. You can't fool me" the blonde said with a sarcastic laugh. "You can unfasten the straps now unless you would also like me to do her nipples too. I can do them for half price since we have your girl already prepped"

"I think we will save those for later" Ms. Stanton said as she unfastened the straps that held Susan in place. Susan stretched her arms after they were unfastened. Ms. Stanton took Susan's legs out of the stirrups and helped Susan sit up.

"Would you like to see?" Ms. Stanton asked her slave girl.

"Yes Mistress" Susan answered as her mistress took a mirror from under the table and held it so Susan could see her new ring.

"It's beautiful" Susan said with pride at knowing she was owned completely by her mistress. Her ring would be a symbol that ownership.

"Can you stand" Ms. Stanton asked softly. 

"I think so, Mistress" Susan answered as she placed her legs on the floor. 

"I'm so proud of you, dear" Ms. Stanton said as she took her slave girl in her arms and held her close...there bodies pressed together. Susan buried her face into her mistress' shoulder...tears flowing releasing the mixed emotions of her ordeal and feelings of love for her mistress. 

"Thank you, Mistress" Susan said with complete joy. No matter how humiliating her experience, Susan wanted nothing more than to make her mistress proud of her. Susan knew there was no fighting these feelings no matter how much she hated the thought of humiliation and servitude. Her pride made her want to fight her desire to serve as a slave girl, but her body respond with intense erotic pleasures every time she served her mistress.

"Always sentimental, aren't you Val?" the blonde laughed as she handed a clip board to her friend. "You need to sign the credit card form for the ring and engraving. I did the piercing for free."



The Ring



This is a work of fiction. That means it is not believable. I appreciate all the feedback that you leave but please remember this is not a true story and is not meant to be a true story.

Chase Carriker was excited all day long because today was his last day on his summer job. Later that afternoon, he would be driving to California to start college at UCLA and it would be the first time he had seen his mother and sister since Christmas. He had been living with his dad in Northwest Florida since his parents got divorced more than four years ago. His mother Susan and sister Melody stayed in California, while he moved with his dad to Florida. While he loved his dad, he could not wait to see his mom and sister because he missed them a great deal.

After packing all of his stuff into his vintage 66 mustang and telling his dad goodbye, he backed out of the driveway and headed west. He figured he would drive to New Orleans, spend the night, check out the French Quarter and then maybe hit the casinos for a little while. After all, it was only a 3-hour drive and he had never been to New Orleans. He knew New Orleans was famous for Mardi Gras and the Blues. 

After driving into the setting sun for what seemed like forever, he finally arrived and checked into a hotel close to the French Quarter. The hotel clerk gave him directions and told him about all of the hot spots. Chase thanked the man, and then headed out for a night on the town. Little did he know, after tonight, his life would change forever.

Chase was walking around the French Quarter checking out some of the shops when he came across one that read. 'Learn your future now Psychic Madam Lou knows all and will tell all'

Chase found this interesting so he thought. 'This ought to be fun I think I'll try it.'

As he entered the building, he noticed an elderly woman sitting behind a counter. She motioned for him to follow her through a curtain and told him to sit at a table with a crystal ball sitting on top of it. She then informed him that for $20.00 she would look into the crystal ball and tell him his future. Chase paid her and she began.

Rubbing all over the crystal ball with her hands, she started mumbling some incoherent words when suddenly her eyes opened wide and she looked straight at Chase and began to speak. "You are embarking on a long journey that will lead you to much pleasure and power. You are a man to be both feared and loved. The many women in your life will have undying faith in all that you say and do. Still, you must remember with great power comes great responsibility."

Chase politely thanked the woman and left the shop chuckling to himself and thinking. 'I don't know where she got the idea of me having many women, hell; I'm 18 years old and still haven't got laid.'

Chase was about to call it a night when he had an odd feeling he must go into this antique shop. As he was walking through the shop, he passed by the jewelry counter and as he looked down, he saw a gold ring with three stones. It had one white stone, one blue stone, and one green stone. As he looked down at it, he thought he saw the stones light up one at a time in succession.

He asked the old man behind the counter if he could see the ring. The old man reached under the counter and handed it to him. Chase inspected the ring and noticed there really was nothing truly special about it but for some reason he really wanted it.

The old man told him the price of the ring was $5000. Chase had saved all of his money up over the summer so he would not have to work while he was in school but he really wanted this ring. He finally told the old man that he really liked the way the stones lit up but he could not afford $5000.

The old man suddenly looked terrified and asked? "Just exactly how did the stones light up?"

When Chase replied, the white stone lit up first then the blue and then the green and they lit up in succession. The old man had a stupefied look on his face and told Chase he would sell the ring to him for $50.00.

Chase thought it strange that the old man was going to sell him a $5000 ring for $50.00 but he pulled out a $50.00 bill and paid the man. Just as Chase was walking out the door, the old man grabbed him by the arm and said. "Remember my young friend, with great power comes great responsibility."

After putting the ring on, Chase started tingling all over and suddenly felt a swell of self-confidence rush through his body. He then started back to his hotel.

He had only walked a few blocks when he saw a prostitute standing on the street corner in front of him. He figured now was as good as any to lose his virginity so he started walking toward her. The closer he got to the woman he noticed she was about in her mid forties and while she was not Miss America, she had a nice body a pretty face.

She looked at Chase and asked? "Hey good looking, are you looking for a good time?"

Chase replied. "Yes ma'am. " 

The hooker said. "Well you look like a good kid, I'm gonna give you a break. It's gonna cost you $50.00 for a blowjob or $100.00 for the works."

Chase told her. "I think I'll take the works. Let's go to my hotel, it's only a couple blocks up the street."

She agreed and they began to walk to his hotel. As they were walking, she felt the urge to reach out and hold his hand. She did not know why because in this business, she had come to despise men but for some reason this young man was different.

Chase looked into her eyes and told her. "This is my first time, please show me how to do this right."

She had this strange feeling she would do anything for him and she replied. "Honey after tonight, you will have learned all you ever need to know."

After arriving back at the hotel and entering his room, she could not wait to get his clothes off. Chase was startled as she shoved him hard into the wall and started kissing him while ripping his clothes off, she immediately dropped to her knees and pulled his cock out of his pants and started sucking him off like there was no tomorrow.

Chase was feeling more pleasure that he had ever felt in his young life, when suddenly he got the shock of his life because when he looked down it appeared as if his cock must have grown at least 5 inches longer and a couple of inches around. He figured he must be imagining things and just put it out of his mind for now.

As much as he was enjoying the blowjob, he wanted to fuck her silly, so he reached down, picked her up, and gently tossed her on the bed. While he was pulling his pants off, she was quickly removing all of her clothes, and when both were completely naked, Chase moved in for the kill.

With his cock in hand, he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit and with one forceful shove; he went all the way in. She gasped at the size of him but slowly they began to pick up a rhythm and while she could not believe it, she was actually beginning to enjoy herself.

She thought. 'It has been almost 10 years since I have enjoyed sex. I don't know what it is about this young man but I'm going to lay back and enjoy this.'

After what seemed like an hour to Chase (when in reality, it had only been about 10 minutes) he could feel the familiar feeling boiling up in his balls and he knew that he could not hold out for long. Chase thought quickly. 'I want her to cum when I cum too.'

With that thought, she dug her fingernails hard into his ass and pulled him as deep as she could into her and with him giving one final hard thrust, both of them came hard.

As they lay there, cuddling in each other's arms like two people in love she looked into his eyes and said. "Honey I thought I was going to teach you a few things but I have to tell you, there isn't anything I can teach you that you don't already know. That was absolutely the best fuck I have had in years. In my line to work I usually don't enjoy sex but tonight was fantastic. For the first time in years I actually enjoyed myself. Thank you, this one is on the house."

After she got dressed, she kissed him on the cheek and told him. "If you please every woman you meet like that, you're going to have to carry a big stick to beat them off of you."

Chase drifted off to sleep and began to dream. He was in a room and there were naked women everywhere, as he looked around he saw that all of them were hovering around a bed in the center of the room. As he walked closer to the bed, he saw one of the women having sex with some kind of creature. (The creature was green and had pointed ears and a pointed tail but he could not have been more than 4 foot tall, still, the most impressive thing about him was his dick, it must have been 1½ foot long and 5 inches around.)

The creature then looked around and spoke to Chase. "Hey buddy, my name's Hornica and I've been waiting on you for 150 years. You see I'm the ancient god of lust. Only a true virgin male that could see the stones light up in succession on the ring, would be able to awaken me. I will give you more power than you can ever imagine as long as you keep my lust alive. You can trust no one with this knowledge because I have many enemies and my enemies are your enemies. The only way I can be banished again is for my enemies to sacrifice you and another virgin female to the gods. As each day passes, you will learn a little more about my powers and you will grow stronger, in case you have not noticed already; your body will begin to change so that you will be irresistible to all women. All you have to do is layback and enjoy because any woman you want is yours. They will not be able to resist your urges. Just remember, never take the ring off under any circumstances. Now, get your sleep because you have a big day in front of you tomorrow."

Chase awoke the next morning and decided to take a shower, as he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he noticed he had grown a full mustache and he looked a full 4 or 5 inches taller and the muscle on his arms were well defined. When he looked down at his dick, he knew he was not wrong last night when he thought his dick was bigger, it had to be at least 8 inches long and 3 inches around and he was not even hard.

He then got in the shower thinking about the weird dream he had last night. 'It must have been real; this could not just be a coincidence.'

Meanwhile, the hotel maid (a young black woman about 20 years old ) had come into his room and started cleaning, she had just started making up the bed when she realized someone was in the shower.

At about the same time Chase thought. 'I wish I had a beautiful woman to take my shower with.'

Little did he know but his wish was about to come true.

The young maid had just finished replacing the pillowcases when she suddenly had the urge to remove her clothes and take a shower with the young man in the bathroom.

Without thinking, she removed her clothes, then entered the bathroom and opened the shower door to a very startled and surprised Chase.

She said. "My name is Tanya, how may I please you master?"

Before he could say a word, she grabbed his fast hardening cock and slowly began stroking it.

Chase thought. 'I know it wasn't a dream but why did she call me master?'

Tanya dropped to her knees and slowly tried to take his cock in her mouth but she could not get her mouth all of the way around it, so Chase pulled her up and passionately kissed her. He then picked her up and using the shower wall for support, he entered her. As he thrust in and out of her, she could feel that he was touching places in her that had never been touched before and probably would never be touched again.

Tanya began screaming. "Yes right there, you are the one I have been looking for my whole life. Fuck me; fuck me hard. Faster, faster, faster, I am Cumminnnnnggggggg!!!

Then all it once she started to have one orgasm after another, it seemed to her that they would never stop. As her whole body began to shudder, Chase could not take it any longer and started Cumming, shooting rope after rope of cum into her belly. Little did he know, one of his seeds had found its home.

Chase told her. "That was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. I don't know what ever possessed you to come in here but you are amazing. You are so beautiful, I could never have dreamed of making love to such an utterly beautiful woman as you."

A breathless Tanya told him. "I don't know what came over me; all at once I just wanted to come in and make love to you. Before today, I would've never had sex with a white man and I sure as hell never thought a white man would be my perfect lover but you are the most amazing lover I have ever had."

After both had showered and dressed, Tanya kissed Chase goodbye and they decided to exchange phone numbers. After exchanging phone numbers, Chase checked out of the hotel and left.

Chase could not believe his luck, he left home a virgin and now he was leaving New Orleans after having slept with two amazing women. He did not know what the rest of his future would hold in store but so far, it was off to a good start.



The Ring



Diana Summers was at a crossroad in her life. Fired from her high-powered job due to a political shakeup, recently out of a bad relationship, and exhausted from the circumstances, she had to shake herself from her doldrums. After weeks of hunting for work, during which her meager savings were nearly depleted, she was thrilled to hear from an employment agency that a job was available if she wanted it. Personal assistant to a somewhat reclusive painter was a live-in position that required her to move to the coast. The wages seemed generous, particularly since she would also receive room and board. "The employer's home is fairly isolated," she'd been told. And the gentleman was very selective. He required detailed background information on job candidates, and he was prepared to pay an appropriate wage to the right one.

Diana wondered why she was the "right one" but a job was a job. Between her earnings and the room and board, she would be able to save quite a bit so even if she didn't stay, she'd be a better position when she left than when she started. So packing her practical wardrobe, she jumped into her old but reliable car and headed for the coast.

After driving a few hours, Diana found herself in a beautiful, secluded part of the country. "Diana," she said to herself wryly, "meet rustic America. Let's just hope the cabin has a new roof." But when she finally found the turn into a magnificent gated driveway, she realized that rustic wasn't quite the word for her new home. 

Her surprise grew when she reached the huge stone house and was greeted at the door by a genuine butler. A dignified and attractive middle-aged man, he introduced himself at once. "Miss Summers, welcome. I am Julius. Mr. Darlington will be delighted that you've arrived on time. Please follow me." He led her into a formal living room, where a man stood at the window, his back to her. He turned to greet her and she was suddenly self-conscious, a state to which the confident young woman was unaccustomed. 

While Diana had been used to dealing with captains of industry and government leaders, she found herself unprepared for Oliver Darlington. Aside from being extremely attractive, his commanding presence could have put the most arrogant politician to shame. Not that he himself was arrogant; it was just that he was aware of his dominance and comfortable with using it. Nevertheless, he went out of his way to make Diana feel welcome.

"Please sit," he said, offering her a very comfortable chair. "Julius, please bring refreshments for Miss Summers. She's had a long drive." Diana started to protest, but he reassured her. "It's no trouble at all, and I take tea this time of day, anyway. Relax after what was probably a tedious trip."

Diana smiled in acknowledgement. "Well, it did seem as if I was heading straight for the drop off the face of the earth at one point."

Immediately, concern registered on Darlington's face. "I hope you won't find it too isolated here. I plan on keeping you busy, but you will have time to yourself and civilization isn't too far a drive."

"Mr. Darlington," she replied with a smile, "it's beautiful here, and I know I'm going to appreciate the peace and quiet. It's not what I'm used to, but I'd like to change that."

"First, it's not Mr. Darlington, it's Oliver. And I appreciate your attitude. I understand that your last employment could be rather contentious, and you're wise to appreciate the beauty and opportunities that my home has to offer."

As they had a light tea, Oliver explained Diana's new responsibilities in more detail than she'd received from the employment agencies. As a highly successful painter, he was very sought after and there was a great deal of correspondence, including requests for commissions (he didn't do them, insisting on painting only what he chose to paint), charity appeals (he was generous with his money but not with his paintings, which weren't trifles to be bid on by socialites), and solicitations from galleries who wanted to represent him (look into it, do due diligence, then we'll discuss it). And then there were those who sought personal appearances or face-to-face meetings. The media weren't the least of them, but there were also celebrity hounds, undiscovered artists, and would-be models. ("I'm single, wealthy, and under 75. You can imagine.")

"You'll learn that my family has a reputation for mystery and eccentricity. And I'm known for wanting my privacy. Some people don't give a rat's tail about my art – they just want to say that they rubbed elbows with the weirdo. You are here to deal with them, to cover my back. And then there's the book project, but we can go over that tomorrow."

He told Diana that unless they were traveling or he had visitors at the house, she should dress as comfortably as she wished. Being somewhat conservative by nature, her casual clothes consisted mostly of khaki slacks, jeans, and knee-length skirts, together with button-down or polo shirts, so that worked well for her.

Oliver stood and said "I'm sure you'd like to see your rooms, get organized, and perhaps take a bit of a rest."

Diana nodded gratefully. "That would be wonderful. I would like to unpack and freshen up."

"Oh, there is one more thing," Oliver added casually as Diana started to rise. He took a box from his pocket and opened it to show her a delicately carved bloodstone ring. "I'd like you to wear this at all times while you're in my employment."

Diana reached for the ring, then hesitated. She gave him a quizzical look and he continued "The ring has been a part of this house for generations. It needs someone to wear it."

Okay, this is pretty strange, she thought, but she needed the job and what harm could it do, right? She made a joke of it, saying "Well, it is one of the stranger job requirements I've had, but it's certainly one of the more pleasant ones. It's beautiful, and I'll take good care of it."

"Good. Now Julius will show you to your rooms."

After slipping the ring onto her finger, Diana followed Julius as he gave her a brief tour of the house. At one point, Diana started to feel somewhat odd. Not ill, or even uncomfortable, just odd. She brushed the feeling aside as fatigue and stress from wanting to succeed in her new position. Finally, they arrived at a suite of rooms that were beautifully decorated, with a stunning view of wooded hills.

"Dinner will be at 7:30, Miss." And Julius left Diana to prganize herself in her new quarters.

After putting away her clothing and belongings, Diana took a nap. When she woke near seven o'clock, she had faint recollections of a dream that left her vaguely disturbed. The odd sensation she'd felt earlier was still with her, perhaps even intensified a bit. Noting the time, though, she brushed it aside and dressed for dinner. Not knowing how formal the meal would be, she settled on a simple shift dress and sandals.

Arriving at the dining room, she saw that the small table was set for two, and she heard Oliver's step behind her. As he held the chair out for her before taking his own seat, he smiled and gave her a wink. "Arriving a step before your employer will always earn you points."

Julius served a delicious meal. (He'd also prepared it, making him more than worth his weight in gold, Oliver told Diana). Although Oliver's lighthearted stories about the house and his ancestors should have put her at east, it seemed to Diana that their close proximity intensified the odd sensation that she'd had since before her nap. That was ridiculous, though, she reassured herself. It surely was just nerves and a new environment.

After dinner, Diana still fell a bit off. A little lightheaded, a bit tingly, she couldn't quite put a finger on it. But while Oliver spoke, rather than focusing on his words she found her mind drifting to extremely intimate thoughts involving him. Her eyes fell on Oliver's strong looking hands, and she imagined them traveling up the insides of her thighs. Forcing that thought away, she looked into his eyes, only to imagine a hungry look in them as he watched her strip for him. Irritated with herself, she lowered her gaze to his mouth, which did no good whatsoever. All she could think of now was how his lips would feel on her now stiff nipples. 

She forced her lust away, unaccustomed to not being in control. Granted, Oliver was an extremely attractive man. Okay, attractive was an understatement. Make that magnificent. But Diana had never been a slave to passion before, and the strong, distracting pull she felt toward Oliver was uncharacteristic.

"Get a grip!" she silently ordered herself. "The last thing you need is to get involved with another man right away, particularly if he's your boss!" 

With great effort, she managed to subdue the strange feelings. However, when she again met Oliver's eyes, equally strange was the look of knowing satisfaction that she found there. It was as if he had deliberately incited her lust and was pleased at her response. Shaking off that thought as impossible, she turned the conversation to his art, mentioning a few pieces she had seen in museums.

Oliver suggested that they move to the library to enjoy an after dinner drink. She followed him to an impeccably furnished room that seemed to invite one to relax. The decoration was masculine enough for a man's private retreat, inviting enough to make a woman feel comfortable, but definitely a male domain. 

Diana took a seat on a sumptuous leather sofa and Oliver sat facing her on a generously proportioned chair that seemed to have been made for him. In fact, she thought, he looked rather like a pasha in his throne. She was very aware of his air of authority and imagined that he frequently, if not always, took the upper hand in his dealings with others.

The discussion turned to their mutual love of reading, Oliver having offered Diana the free run of the library, when she suddenly became appalled at the posture that she had unconsciously taken. Leaning back onto the sofa with one hand behind her head, and sitting on one bent leg with the other stretched out to the side was inappropriate enough. She realized, though, that her skirt had crept up and that she was giving Oliver a view, obstructed only by her panties, of her crotch.

"This is insane!" Diana thought. "I only had one sherry!"

When she tried to assume a more modest pose, however, her body was reluctant to comply. She felt herself blushing furiously as she forced her legs into a normal sitting position. Fortunately, other than that same satisfied look that Diana told herself was all in her imagination, Oliver didn't seem to have noticed anything untoward.

The rest of the evening was without incident, and after Oliver showed Diana to her room, she felt a tentative confidence that her acceptance of the job as Oliver's assistant had been the right choice. 

Laying her head down on her pillow, Diana fell into the deepest sleep that she had experienced in quite some time. When she woke the next day she felt utterly relaxed. If she had dreamed, they must have been pleasant good dreams because she actually felt like she'd had a good sleep instead of feeling like she'd run a marathon, as she usually did when she woke.

Julius met her at the bottom of the stairs and directed her to the terrace where she joined Oliver for breakfast. He sat at the table wearing shorts and an unbuttoned cotton short. She couldn't help noticing the well defined muscles of his forearms and legs.

The sun was already quite warm. Without thinking, Diana pulled her blouse from the waistband of her skirt, unbuttoned the bottom three buttons, and tied the tails snugly beneath her breasts. When she realized what she'd done, she was beyond embarrassed and wanted to button up again. "Please," Oliver said waving away her concern, "It's hot and there's no reason to be uncomfortable." And he quickly changed the subject to put her at ease.

Oliver told Diana that several of his lesser known works were going to be the subject of a new book. Diana's job was to catalog them and create a complete provenance for each using his handwritten notes as a basis. Then he led her to the office where she was to work. A state of the art computer sat on her desk, and she eagerly sat down to familiarize herself with her work.

The next thing she knew, it was nearly seven. Since Oliver clearly valued punctuality, Diana put her work aside and went into the house to freshen up. On her way to her room, Oliver stopped her in the hallway. For some reason, she became flustered and the lightheadedness returned. Seeing her sway slightly, Oliver took her arm and, looking at her intently, asked if she fell all right.

"Y- yes," she stammered, not sure of what had come over her. "I think I just spent a bit too much time in front of a computer screen. I should have taken a break."

Oliver replied "Yes, you may be right. And your office seemed awfully warm, so I took the liberty of sending Morton to town to buy you some lighter weight outfits. I hope you don't mind. You'll find them in your room." He still held her arm as he spoke.

Although Diana found this to be rather an odd thing for an employer to do, the feeling of his hands on her skin was making her feel oddly tingly. She made a feeble attempt to retrieve her arm, but Oliver held fast. With that same knowing smile, he took her hand in his and glanced at the ring, nodding with satisfaction. "Good. The ring seems to fit you well."

At this close contact, Diana felt a small chill run up her spine, and she unconsciously pressed her thighs tightly together and clenched her tingling pussy. This time, she didn't even try to resist the feeling. She hadn't felt so sensual in a very long time, and she might as well enjoy it. After all, it wasn't as if she was going to act on it, right? she mused.

She realized that Oliver was speaking to her and had to ask him to repeat himself.

"Why don't you go and change now? I'll see you at dinner." As Oliver turned and departed, Diana couldn't help admiring his butt.

In her room, Diana found an assortment of clothes stacked according to type – shirts in one stack, skirts in another, dresses in another. There were no shorts or slacks, but since she was perfectly comfortable in skirts, she was satisfied and grateful for the gesture. She decided to shower first, leaving her choice of clothes to later.

Before entering the shower, she tried to remove the ring. It wouldn't come off, however, perhaps because the rather hot weather had caused her fingers to swell. She shrugged it off and got into the shower. Curiously, the spray of water seemed to touch her body as it had never done before. Her nipples were particularly sensitive, and as the water hit them it almost felt as if they were being pinched and tweaked. Having already been aroused by Oliver's commanding presence, Diana allowed the intense feelings to overcome her in private, where he wouldn't be the wiser. Her hand, the one wearing the ring, traveled to the juncture of her thighs. Slipping her ring finger into her slick channel, she brought herself to one of the most satisfying (albeit brief) orgasms she'd ever experienced.

When Diana emerged from the bathroom, she looked in the dresser for a clean bra and panties but her underwear drawer was completely empty. Looking around the room, she realized that even the underwear that she had worn that day was missing. The Diana of last week would have become quite suspicious, but now she just felt that same tingling – it seemed to emanate from the ring, but that couldn't be – and she said with a newfound insouciance, "Oh well, it will have to be commando until I find them."

Sorting through her new garments, Diana saw that they all had one thing in common. Although there was a wide variety of colors, the fabric of each garment was soft, silky, and rather sheer, not quite transparent, but sheer enough to make Diana conscious of her lack of under clothing. She hesitated briefly, then shrugged and chose a knee length peasant dress that belted around the waist. If it weren't for a string that tied at the neck, the top might have slipped off of her shoulders.

Entering the dining room, Diana saw that Oliver had arrived first. His dark eyes bored into hers as she approached. He rose and held her chair out for her. Although he didn't come into physical contact with her, Diana felt as if his hands caressed her arms as she sat. A shiver ran through her.

"Is everything alright, Diana?"

"Um, yes, of course. Thank you."

"You look lovely in that dress," he said, although his eyes never left hers.

"Thank you. And thank you for the new clothes. They're beautiful and I'm sure I'll be quite comfortable."

They remained relatively silent during the meal, Diana feeling very conscious of Oliver's masculine appreciation of her flimsy dress, and Oliver intent on keeping Diana in an edgy state.

After dinner, Oliver escorted Diana to the library, where he flipped a switch and music began to play from hidden speakers. Again, he sat in his "throne", as Diana had come to think of it, and Diana started to sit on the sofa.

"No, please remain standing," Oliver requested. "If you would, please stand here." He gestured to a spot a few feet in front of his chair. Diana thought this was extremely peculiar, but she found herself obeying silently.

"Diana," he began, his tone making Diana quite aware of the sheerness of her dress and her lack of under garments. She actually felt her nipples harden, and she blushed furiously at the thought. She wanted to flee the room, but her feet were rooted firmly in the spot where she had been directed to stand.

Oliver continued. "I neglected to provide all of the requirements of your position. Now that you've been here and I've had a chance to observe you in this environment, I can fill you in on the rest. You see, Diana, I require more of my personal assistant than handling appointments, correspondence, shopping and the like. The right person must be beautiful, as you obviously are."

Diana was annoyed. What did beauty have to do with being a personal assistant? The strong, independent woman in her wanted to say "I'm out of here!" and storm out of the room, but she couldn't. Not because she needed the job, nor because of any other reluctance. It's just that her feet wouldn't move from the spot. She began to become frightened.

"Also, my assistant must be a woman of strong character, and she must be susceptible to the ring," he continued.

At the puzzled look on Diana's face, Oliver smiled in his satisfied way. "Go ahead. Try to take it off."

Diana struggled and tugged, but the ring wouldn't budge, even though it was not tight or uncomfortable.

"You can't. Not while I will it to be on you. You see, the ring makes the right woman do my bidding, even if she doesn't want to. It makes a strong woman submissive, while still retaining her desire to be assertive. In other words, you will accommodate me, yet you will inwardly feel resistance and even shame for submitting. Do you understand?"

"No! I do not understand. This is absurd. I'm leaving!" Diana spoke forcefully, but her body wouldn't cooperate. Instead, she stood rooted to the spot. But still, she wasn't close to comprehending the entire situation.

"Let me demonstrate how this will work, Diana. Please come closer to me."

Diana took three steps forward until she stood right before Oliver, their knees almost touching.

"Diana, I want you to untie the neck of your dress." Unwillingly, she complied. As she feared, the neckline was now so wide that one of the sleeves started to fall down her arm. Ahe wanted to pull it back up, but couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Now I would like a lap dance."

"I beg your pardon! That isn't going to happen!" Diana protested.

"Oh, it will. I assume you haven't given a lap dance before, but the moves will come to you. I assure you, you will give me a very skilled lap dance, and we'll both enjoy it."




The Ring



In spite of herself, Diana found herself starting to sway to the music, slowly at first, then with more passion. She made a few twirls in front of Oliver, her dress billowing out and showing her bare thighs, and she put her hands behind her head, raised her hair, and let it fall wantonly around her shoulders. As she moved, she thrust her hips back and forth in imitation of the sex act. 

While all of this was happened, Diana was aghast. She felt sensuous and ashamed at the same time. She wanted to flee the room, and she wanted to feel Oliver's touch on every part of her body. And despite the conflict within her, her body continued to act as Oliver's willing slave.

Turning her back to him, Diana sat in Oliver's lap, positioning herself over the huge bulge in his trousers. She pressed her very wet pussy into his cock, which she could feel pulsing beneath the fabric. Twisting so that she remained seated , she brought her hands to Oliver's head, gripping his lustrous hair and pulling his head to hers for a deep kiss. "Mmmm," she moaned as her tongue and his did the dance of ages.

As she writhed, her body wanted more, even as her mind begged her to stop. Oliver felt the moisture seeping from her cunt and knew it was time to move on. He was so hard, he had to fight to keep from exploding and he said through gritted teeth "Turn around and straddle me."

Diana did as he commanded, turning quickly so that she could return her pussy to its position over his hard cock. He noticed with satisfaction the sheen of sweat on her chest and the hardness of her nipples. In a low voice, almost a whisper, he commanded "Let the dress fall off of your shoulders. I need to see your breasts."

Diana was shamefully happy to comply. As she continued to gyrate in his lap, her hand reached for the sleeve that held the dress up. Dropping her eyes in humiliation, she slowly pulled it down and allowed the top of the dress to fall to her waist. As she danced, she arched her back as if to offer the naked mounds to him as a gift.

Staring at her commandingly, Oliver said "Feed them to me."

Oh God! Must I? Diana thought. Nevertheless, her hands cupped her breasts, each more than a handful of creamy ivory flesh, with tight rosy nipples that pleaded for attention. She brought her breasts together and raised them to meet Oliver's waiting mouth. Not moving his hands but, rather, compelling Diana to submit fully, he lowered his head to her offering. At first, he gave her nipples just the lightest of licks across the tips. At her moan of frustration, he took one nipple into his mouth and he sucked. He sucked the nipple past his teeth, his tongue swirling around it and his lips pulling. Alternating between nipples, he felt her juices now flowing freely from her cunt. He wanted badly to taste them, but that would come in time. First, she had to pleasure him fully.

"Take my cock from my trousers," Oliver commanded.

Her hands fumbling with impatience, Diana struggled with the zipper before she felt the hard, smooth shaft in her hands. She sighed with satisfaction as her hands tenderly pulled it from its confinement. She allowed one finger to stroke the velvety tip while both hands marveled in the thickness of Oliver's enormous cock.

He allowed her the pleasure of anticipation for a moment, then said firmly, "I want you to fuck me."

Diana hesitated for a moment, her mind retaining a small bit of control, before she hesitantly raised her dress and stood a bit to allow her to position her glistening pussy at the tip of Oliver's upright cock. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes as she realized what she was about to do and could not stop. With a sudden thrust and a cry, she impaled herself, sinking completely and filling herself with Oliver's thick cock.

"Fuck me! And play with your breasts!" a now panting Oliver ordered.

Without further hesitation, Diana rose and fell onto his shaft, her tight pussy straining to accommodate his girth. She gripped her own nipples with her fingertips, pulling and twisting. As she moved up on Oliver's cock, her pussy tightened, nearly causing him to howl with pleasure. Impatiently, he pushed her hands away and took her breasts into his own hands. She gasped his stubbled chin rasped over her nipples.

Diana continued to fuck him hard, rising and falling on him, her wet tightness alternately pounding and clenching.

She felt the tremors building inside of her. Her mind tried to fight the inevitable, but her body was more than ready. Oliver's satisfaction at Diana's complete submission to him receded as his own climax loomed. Oliver's hips bucked as his cock swelled and gave a final thrust, shooting its load into Diana's hot, hungry pussy.

Just when Diana thought that she was completely exhausted and didn't have a remaining nerve, Oliver reached between them and found her clit. With just a pinch of his fingers, he sent a shot of excruciating pleasure through her.

"You'll do nicely," he murmured.

To be continued. 




The Ring



It was just another weekend night. Barbara my wife and I had taken a taxi to town for dinner and drinks. We drank a couple of bottles of wine at dinner and then went dancing. 

Barb and I weren't swingers or anything like that, although I did like showing off my beautiful wife. You see Barb was 31 years old and very attractive, in fact she's a stunner. Barb has long brown hair and beautiful brown eye's. Athletic, Barb works out hard, she loves to run and bike. We had been married seven years and were actually celebrating our anniversary that night.

Looking back, everything we did seemed so harmless that night. It was on the way home that we made the fateful decision to stop at an adult book store. Telling the driver to wait for us we walked in giggling like kids. Neither Barb nor I had ever been in the store, but we both wondered about it and often spoke of going in to check it out. We both had watched and enjoyed soft porn on cable but that was the extent of it. So when I saw the XXX sign and suggested we stop, Barb was all for it.

Walking in I remember Barb kept giggling like a school girl, which is something she does when she has had too much to drink. Truth be told I was just as drunk. When we walked in I noticed a skinny tattooed guy behind the counter giving Barb the eye. That night Barb had on a simple black dress that showed off her great legs. Form fitting it accentuated her slim built and perfect breasts. We were both in the process of pulling video titles and reading about the movie subjects when this tall black man approached me.

"Hi, your first time here?" he asked. I looked up at him. He was about 6'3" about 220 pounds, trim looking, with long dreadlocks.

"Ah yes." I stammered. 

"You might like to check out the video booths in the back, it will let you preview some of the movies, maybe help you decide. They are private." He said to Barb as she walked up.

"I don't know we have a cab waiting."I said.

"It won't take long, here take these tokens to room number three, the videos are on me." He said as he extended his hand towards Barb. I remember how his eye's never left hers. Without a word Barb took the coins from him and followed him. I caught a glimpse of a tall black man watching us from a distance.

"Room three, have fun." He said as he pointed to the door and walked away.

"I don't believe this."Barb said giggling again. "here goes." she said as she deposited the coins. the room brightened when the video came on. On the screen it showed an attractive blonde sitting on the bed by a man who appeared to be her husband. then a black man walked in and she began to unfasten his pants exposing a huge black cock. Holding in in both hands she adoringly admired it before gently licking at the pre-cum which was already oozing from the massive cock head.

"My god look at the size of that cock." Barb said as she reached back and grabbed my hardening dick. Instinctively I reached around and grabbed both her tit's. I could feel her thick hard nipples beneath the material of her dress. Barb gasped with pleasure and squeezed my dick harder. Things got fuzzy for me at that point, I remember reaching down between her legs and feeling how wet she was. Then Barb sat down on the single chair in the dark room. Barb continued watching the video mesmerized by the action. I had taken off her panties and went down on her. I started sucking on her clit and was working two finger in and out of her pussy when she began to cum.

I felt Barb's body shutter with an orgasm and I looked up to see her reaction. Barb was looking at the video monitor and squeezing both her tits when suddenly from a whole to her right appeared a huge black cock every bit as big as the one on the screen.

"Oh my god what should we do." Barb whispered.

"Go on touch it." We heard in a deep voice. There I was on my knees, between my wife's legs, paralyzed. I didn't say a word as Barb reached out and touched the black cock. Semi hard it twitched at Barb's touch, provoking her to do more. Barb wrapped her fingers around the base of the cock and slowly began stroking it. I couldn't believe my eye's, I unzipped my pants and began jerking off as I watched my wife stoking the black monster.

Then Barb leaned over and began pumping on his cock with both hands. Barb's face was inches away from the cock head when from over head a big black hand caressed the back of her head and urged her face forward. I stared in disbelief as Barbara with out hesitation leaned over and began sucking the huge black shaft. I continued working my two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Barb was thrusting her hips forward and up each time I plunged my fingers into her slit. My wife was more excited than I had seen her in a long time.

Barbara moaned as she licked at the black cock head. Then the deep voice on the other side of the wall began coaching her.

"Oh that's right girl, just like that. You like that black cock don't you girl." The voice growled, his hand pumping her head with each stroke of her two hands. That's when I noticed the big diamond ring on the black man's hand. I fumbled with my pant's letting them fall to my knees. My dick was so hard it seemed to ache. Pulling down my shorts I continued playing with myself. At the same time I continued fingering Barb. I watched the black stud feed his cock to my wife. Barb kept pulling on his cock with both hands as he fucked her mouth. Occasionally she would gag with the ever deepening penetrations.

"That's good, you ready baby, you ready." the black man bellowed from the other side of the thin wall. It was all too much for me as cum started spurting out of my penis. On and on he kept pumping his cock in and out of Barbara's mouth. Drunkenly and weak I tried to stand up and almost fell. My pants at my ankles, there was simply no room for me to lean over and pick them up with Barb leaning over sucking the guys cock. Then he groaned again and Barb began pumping his cock harder.

"Here it comes baby, aaaahhh." He roared as Barb stopped stroking him and squeezed the base of his cock. Barb took the first two blasts of hot cum in her mouth. Then with the massive cock still twitching she backed away, when with her face just inches away his cock pulsed again. The blast of cum shot on to Barb's upper lip and nose. She opened her mouth and licked the cum that was dripping off his cock then off her lip.

I had never seen this side of Barbara, she was wild and completely uninhibited. Barbara had never done anything like that for me in the seven years of our marriage. I sat there staring as Barb licked the studs cock clean. When Barb finished he pulled his cock back through the hole. Speechless, it was Barb who spoke first.

"I can't believe that just happened, you okay." Leaning on the wall, pants down all I could do was nodded affirmatively. Barb glanced at my shriveled penis and told me to pull my pants up. I remember as we left seeing the white guy with the tattoo's, he had this knowing grin on his face. I half expected to run into the black man who had showed us to the room, but he was no where in sight. We climbed into the cab and as we rode home Barb asked if the black cock belonged to the black man with dreadlocks. I told her I didn't know. About half way home I heard Barbara begin to sob

At home we spoke about what happened. Barbara was very upset and was still crying. guilt had apparently set in and she asked if I could ever forgive her. 

"There is nothing to forgive. It just happened, I know I should have stopped it but I was just as excited as you were." I admitted trying to make her feel better.

"Really?"

"Really?" I answered with a half smile.

Exhausted we went to sleep, the next morning I woke up with a raging hard on thinking about the night before. I spooned up behind Barb and began nudging my dick against her slit. Then I felt her part her legs and her hand guide my penis into place. Barb was wet, very wet, and I wondered if it wasn't because she was thinking about the night before. I was so excited I came just after several strokes. I came very hard though, shooting my sperm into her fertile pussy. Rolling on to my back I apologized for coming so quickly.

"That was fast even for you." Barb said without thinking. Realizing what she said, she added. 

"I didn't mean it like that honey," then as an after thought, "god I'm soaked if that doesn't make me pregnant nothing will."

I turned to look at Barbara as she brought her knees up to help my sperm on it's way. Glancing toward me she smiled and I smiled back, everything that happened the night before forgotten. We had been trying for about three months to start a family maybe this morning was a beginning.

Later that morning I discovered my wallet was lost. I called several places from the night before but to know avail. I called the video place but it was closed. So I went to work and late that morning I received a call. The deep voice sounded familiar.

"Hello Steve, this is Marcus from last night, you remember me, crazy night huh?"

"Yes." Then I knew it was the black man from the hole.

"Yes you remember me or it was a crazy night." he answer with a deep laugh.

"Both." I said not knowing were the conversation was going.

"What's your e-mail, that way I can send you the address were your wallet is located."

"Is it at the store?"

"No that's the problem, it's not there and I'm not sure of the address were it will be, so when I get there I'll just shoot you the address." I gave him the address and was about to hang up when he continued.

"Was that your first time."

"What."

"Don't tell me this is going to be twenty question's Steve. Come on man, you know, watching that lovely wife of yours suck black cock." I didn't know how to respond. I guess I should of hung up, instead I answered.

"We never did that before."

"Would you like to do it again."

"I don't think so." I answered nervously.

"Now you know you want to do it again, I saw you jerking off last night, dude you were so excited, shit, I though you were going to pass out."

"Hey thanks for the wallet, but I have to run." I answered hoping to end the conversation.

"Steve don't hang up." He said firmly. "Look you enjoyed last night didn't you, now tell me the truth."

"It dosen't matter what I like, my wife would never do that again."

"Yes she would Steve, if you want it to happen I can make it happen. All you have to do is exactlly what I tell you to do. Just think about what I'm telling you and I will talk to you later."

Marcus hung up as I sat there thinking about what he had just said to me. Why had I had I listened to him. He sounded so sure of himself, sure that my wife Barbara would do it again. Later that day I received an e-mail from Marcus. The address in the e-mail as it turned out was for a small office complex. There was also a short note from Marcus which read:

"In your heart you know what will make her happy, it's what makes every white woman happy and it's something you can't give her"

There was an attachment, which I opened. It was a series of pictures, mostly of white women having sex with black men. Others showed average white men like me standing nude by well hung black men. 

My dick got hard as I looked over the still photo's. All the pictures of the women had one thing in common they were either in the throws of a powerful orgasm or about to have one. All of the black studs were hung and a lot bigger than me. In fact I couldn't help thinking about how large Marcus's cock was, since he was probably larger than many of the black studs in the photo. the rest of the day I was nervous with anticipation.

The office was small, just a reception area with a male receptionist, who led me back to Marcus's office. Marcus stood up and offered me his hand. The man was huge, 6'6" and at least 240 pounds. Marcus was very dark and in very good shape.

"Have a seat, Steve. What did you think of my e-mail?" I eyed my wallet sitting on his desk.

"Well." I responded looking down at my feet.

"Look at me Steve, you liked what happened the other night, I bet you can't stop thinking about it. Frankly neither can I, so why don't we do it again." His eye's held mine. I knew he was right. I wanted it to happen again.

"I don't know, like I said my wife would never go for it."

"Now we are getting somewhere. So we can agree you want to do something like that again, right.'

Glancing down I nodded yes. Then I looked up and asked Marcus a question. "Why, what's your motivation."

Marcus smiled. "Come here look." Next to Marcus was a TV monitor. Marcus pressed a button and a video tape from inside the store began to run. There on the screen was Barbara walking in the store browsing over DVDs with me right behind her. I watched as the black man with the dreadlocks approached us.

"I was in the back office when you came in, I noticed her on camera immediately. Barbara that's her name right, she is very beautiful. Now you know my reason. I would like a chance to make love to her. So you see, you would get what you want and I would get what I want. Do we have a deal?"

"I don't know let me think about it." I said as I reached for my wallet. Marcus covered it with his hand, the ring sparkling.

"I'll be in touch," he said as he slid the wallet forward. I picked up the wallet and turned to the door.

"One more thing, don't tell her you got the wallet from the man in the booth."

I nodded as I walked out. Driving home I wondered why I even bothered listening to Marcus. The whole idea was crazy, there was no way Barbara would ever agree to swing. That night in the booth was just an aberration and it would never happen again.

When I got home Barb asked if I had a luck finding my wallet. I almost told her about Marcus finding it at the store but changed my mind at the last moment. I said that a guy found the wallet in the parking lot of the club we had gone to earlier in the evening. 

"At least you didn't have to go to that x-rated place and run into that man. that would have been so embarassing." I decided to play around with her and told her that I did stop at the store on my way to work. I told her the guy with the dreadlocks was behind the counter.

"Oh my god, did he recognize you." 

"Yes," I said looking for her reaction. 

"What did he say to you." 

"Actually he asked me if you were my girl friend."

"And you said, wait your kidding right."

"No, I told him we just met that night, that I picked you up at a club."

"You picked me up?"

"Well what did you want me to tell him, that the woman I was with was my wife, I thought he had my wallet Barb." I could see the wheels turning in Barbara head.

"Oh that's true, did he say anything else."

"Well, I asked about the wallet and he said they didn't find anything. Then when I was walking out he asked me if I didn't mind could I please give him your phone number. It seems you made a lasting impression on him." I really didn't know why, but just talking about that night made my dick hard.

"Did he say anything else."

"I better not say," I baited.

"Tell me Steve."

"Well I told him I didn't have your number and he said too bad. he said you gave him the best head job he had ever had."

"Liar."

"No seriously, it was strange hearing another man tell me how much he like the way you sucked his cock."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Barb was visually upset and I realized I had gone to far.

"No don't be sorry. I'm not angry in the least, in fact it was a bit of a turn on listening to the guy. I mean I could tell he really found you attractive. He said you were really hot and that I was lucky to have snagged you. " I said.

"Your not angry, really?"

"No baby." I said, giving her a hug. 

Over the next couple of weeks I couldn't get the image of Barb sucking Marcus's big black cock out of my mind. Every time I thought about it I ended up with a raging hard on. Marcus didn't help matters. Everyday he would send over pictures or movies of white women having fantastic sex with black men. I thought about deleting his e-mails without looking at them, but I couldn't help myself.

I guess about three weeks had passed when I received an e-mail from Marcus asking what Barb and I were doing over the weekend. I wrote back that we were going out to eat and then hit a couple of clubs in Austin. A few minutes later he called.

"Hello Steve. I knew it was only a matter of time. Listen, lets meet at Nasty's say about 11:00, you can introduce me as a business associate."

"Marcus I didn't say anything about meeting up with you."

"Right, also make sure Barbara is wearing something sexy. Remember Nasty's on Maiden Ln., oh and I will be upstairs." Without letting me respond Marcus hung up. Later that day Marcus sent me several more e-mails, with more pictures of white women being pleasured by well hung black men.

No way I planned on going there, but as Friday approached I found myself wondering what would happen if I took Barb to that club. I was curious as to how Marcus would play it. That evening when Barb was getting dressed I asked her to put on something sexy.

"Only if you promise to do me later, after all it's been over a week," she chided. I hadn't realized till just then it had been that long. I had been masturbating so often to Marcus's e-mails it had left me lacking at home. My dick was stiff as I watched her dress. 

"I promise, but lose the bra." Barbara unhooked the bra and laid it on the bed. 

"Okay but you know how they show." She said, as she slipped on the dark blue dress. The dress was short, about mid-thigh length. The top was low cut and squared off, showing lots of cleavage. the dark material was thin and when she faced me her nipples clearly protruded. Then Barb picked up two pairs of shoes.

"Your height, or three inches taller." She indicated, showing me the size difference in heels. One pair had 2 inch heels the other 6. Barb is an inch shorter than me at 5'6" and almost any heel makes her taller than me. I pointed at the 6 inch spikes. Barbara put on her shoes and walked over to me. Almost 6' tall with her long brown hair down her back, she looked magnificent. I remember thinking how I couldn't wait for Marcus to see how beautiful she looked. 

"You like." Barb said as she stood before me, my dick was already hard as I brought her hand to my crotch.

"Maybe we should stay home." She said as she squeezed my penis.

"No way, I want to show you off, besides the cab is waiting.

I was so anxious to get over to the club, I had no appetite during dinner. Even Barb noticed and asked why I seemed so preoccupied. I made up some excuse about business and kept her wine glass full. We arrived at the club about 11 and made our way to the second floor. The club was a kind of hip-hop joint. The crowd was made up of young professionals and I noticed that there were a number of interracial couples.

I left Barbara to go order drinks. There was a mirror behind the bar and I could see Barbara standing by the dance floor, when Marcus appeared at her side. He was wearing a dark suit with a white shirt, no tie and even with her heels he towered over Barb. I saw him introduce himself and motion towards the dance floor. Barb nodded no and pointed towards me. About this time I got our drinks and started walking over to were they were standing.

"Steve, hey man how you doing." Marcus said.

"You know each other?" Barb asked taking the drink out of my hand.

"Hi Marcus. Yes Barb this is Marcus, but I see you already met. He's a new client." I said over the music. I could see Marcus was getting an eye full of Barbara's tits as he looked down on her.

"Obviously I didn't know this was your wife, I asked her to dance but she refused. So now that you are here do you mind."

"No, no." I said. Barb shot me a questioning glance. I smiled and took the drink out of her hand. I couldn't believe how fast Marcus had struck. Marcus led her out on to the dance floor. Right between two other interracial couples. I knew Barb was buzzed and it didn't her long to get into dancing with Marcus, he was very good. The floor was crowded and they danced fairly close. From time to time he would lean over and say something to her. I saw her laugh a few times to what ever he was saying. Then a slow dance came on. 




The Ring



Barbara had to reach up to put her arm over his shoulder. He held her close. Not to close but I was sure Barbara could feel him pressing his manhood against her.

Watching them dance was like sex, I was extremely excited. I could tell Marcus was charming Barb up, by the way he kept talking to her. It was also clear Barb found him charming by the way she looked up at him, they way she laughed as he spoke to her. When the song ended Marcus led Barb back to me by the hand. We chatted a bit, then Marcus said he had to get back to his friends. I was surprised, I thought he wanted to at least spend time with Barb. Instead he abruptly turned to go, then as an after thought turned around and asked if we were free Sunday.

"We don't have anything planned right now," I said. I looked to Barb who just shrugged her shoulders.

"Good I'm having a get together at my cabin by the lake Sunday, small group, barbeque, beer and skiing, I'll shoot you an e-mail." Then he was gone just like that.

"Your client is nice, is he a sports star or something." Barbara eye's following him as he walked back to his friends.

"I don't know, he owns several stores in the area. Why do you think he played sports." I asked.

"Because when we danced his arms were really big and hard, I mean I could tell he works out a lot." Barbara saw him glance back at her and diverted her eye's back to me. Marcus gave me a knowing smile, he had caught her looking. I was sure Marcus had rubbing something else hard against my wife.

We stayed for another drink, during which time two other black guys asked Barb to dance. She refused both, but I did notice her glance in Marcus's direction more than once.

On the cab ride home we passed the x-rated video store. I joked about stopping but Barbara didn't think it was funny. Once home it was all I could do to get in bed without coming. I had been sporting a hard on for hours and my nuts ached. Barbara was in a super sexy mood and when I asked her to go down on me she responded with the most incredible blowjob she had ever given me. Barb gently stroked my dick as her silky mouth enveloped my dick. In moments I was near orgasm. 

"I'm about to cum. I said with a trembling voice. Normally this was her signal to stop. Instead I felt her stroke my penis even more firmly, suddenly I erupted in her mouth.

"Oh god I can't hold back baby," I cried as I started cumming in her mouth. Barbara began stroking me even more rapidly as she pumped every drop of my sperm into her mouth. The feeling was exquisite. When my dick became limp, she continued cupping my balls.

"Did you like that ." She asked as she planted kiss, after kiss, on my stomach, then chest and finally my lips. Barb continued playing with my penis, but it was the third time that day I had cum. I couldn't tell her I had jerked off at the office twice to Marcus's e-mails. After about ten minutes of trying to stimulate my interest she gave up. I knew she was disappointed so I tried to make a lame excuse about being tired. Barb said she understood but I could tell she expected more.

I woke early for my golf game Saturday and left the house before Barb woke. It was late in the morning when Marcus called. He wanted to know what Barbara had to say about him. I filled him in and he thought things went well. He explained how he didn't want to come on to strong. Marcus told me that he wanted to spend some time alone talking to Barbara. Marcus instructed that tomorrow at the lake that I should talk to others every chance I got, even neglect Barb. I questioned if this was a good idea. Marcus's tone seemed to change.

"Look I know what I'm doing, when you get there tomorrow, find someone else to talk too, I will give her all the attention she needs, you got that."

"Marcus it's just that after last night it might not be a good idea for me to act indifferent to her, I don't want to wreck my marriage." Marcus began laughing out loud.

"Why what happened." he asked still laughing. I explained about my in ability to make love to my wife.

"Look didn't that night in the store make things better for you, you want a repeat, right."

"Yes." I answered.

"Then trust me, do what I say, this could take a while. Oh and one more thing, the less sex you have with her the easier this will be. Check your e-mail for directions.

That night when Barb went to bed I stayed up watching TV, when I turned in Barb was asleep. Sunday mornings Barb and I usually sleep in followed usually by sex. That morning I got up quietly and went for a run. when I got back Barb was up.

"Hey were did you go I missed you." I could hear the disappointment in her voice. I made some excuse about work and worry. Barb seemed to understand but clearly she was not happy.

Getting ready to go to the lake, I noticed Bard had picked out a one piece swimsuit.

"Your not going to wear that old thing." I said. "Wear that one we bought at the beach."

"Are you crazy, that thing you bought me barely fits, every guy on the beach thought I was a slut. Why I let you talk me into wearing it I will never know."

"You did not look like a slut, you looked like a woman with a gorgeous body, that's why they looked. Besides I want you to make a good impression on my client."

"Well I can't wear it. I need to trim up if I'm going to wear that thing and it's already eleven, will be late."

"Nonsense." I said and led her into the bathroom were I sat her down on her chair and removed her panties.

"And what do you think your doing mister?" I retrieved my shaving jell and razor and parted her legs. Then before applying any jell, I leaned over and licked her slit. Barb shuddered.

"We are not going to the party if you keep that up Steve." I ignored Barb and started sucking on her clit. I felt Barb's hands clutch the back of my head. QuicklyI began working one finger out of her cunt. Barbara has always loved it when I eat her pussy. I knew as I worked the second finger into her cunt she was getting close to orgasm. Looking up between her legs I could see her leaning back with her eye's closed. The pressure of her hands increasing with each stroke of my fingers.

"Oh god, oh god, that's so good, yes right there, ahhhhhhh." I pushed a third finger into her pussy. Barb gushed cum over my finger allowing me to go deeper. As I worked my forth finger into her cunt she moaned with pleasure. All of a sudden the image of Marcus's cock entering Barb's pussy filled my mind and I came in my swim suit. I stopped fingering Barb as I reached down and found my trunks wet from cum.

"Did You just cum?"

"Yes." I said, as I started applying jell to her pussy.

"Wow and I was going to say forget the party and take you to bed."

"Sorry I just got so excited, maybe I should shave you more often." I answered as I began shaving her.

"Maybe so, I hope you have saved something for later." she laughed. "Hey wait not all of it."

"Too late, your completely bare." I licked her one more time for good measure, got up and pulled the black bikini out and tossed it to her.

"No excuses now."

"Okay but I'm not promising to take off my cove up."

We were unprepared for Marcus's house. Marcus had called it a cabin but it looked more like a mansion. The house sat on about a hundred acres. The main house was about 7000 square feet, along with a guest house/boat house down by the lake.

"He owns a few stores, wow this place is beautiful." Barbara stated in surprise. I too had no idea that Marcus was doing so well, his office had been so understated.

Marcus answered the door with a big smile and shirtless. The man was ripped, a clear indication that he spent a lot of time in the gym. He was wearing baggy black shorts and flip flops. 

"Nice to see you could make it." Marcus said, as he leaned over and gave Barb a kiss on the cheek.

"Let me show you around, I want you to make yourself at home." The place was incredible, there was even a full gym in the main house. Outside Marcus introduced us to two other couples and his friend Bobby. I was the only white guy there. 

One couple the Johnston's, were both doctors, Ed was black, Gretchen was a good looking blonde with a thick German accent. The other couple were Alonzo and Liz Avery. He was an x-pro something who owned a car dealership, while Liz was a very hot Mexican American attorney. Both women were wearing very revealing suits.

Barb apparently caught me looking because she gave me a not so gentle nudge in the ribs with her elbow. Then as if to say I'll show you, she took off her cover up. I have to say Barb looked better than the other two women. The suit was revealing and showed off her body to perfection.

"Wow someone works out." Marcus said as his eye's went up and down Barbara body. The thin material of the bikini did little to suppress Barb's thick nipples and the small top clung to her breast showing lots of tit on all sides.

Barbara leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Happy now." I nodded yes with a big grin on my face.

Marcus brought us a round of drinks and we were settling in by the pool when Bobby asked me if I played pool. I had seen a pool table inside the house, but didn't want to miss anything by the pool.

"Come on man let's play." I was about to decline when Marcus gave me a wink.

"Sure." I said. I looked towards Barb who gave me the (you are strange, you never play pool look)

"When you guys finish join us by the lake. Come on Alonzo, Ed lets go skiing, girls you going, Barb can you drive a boat."

"No."

"Good I'll show you." I over heard as he led Barbara away from the pool towards the lake. I followed Bobby into the house. Bobby went straight to the bar and poured me a shot of Tequila.

"Here."

"A little early for that bud." I said. Bobby slid the shot over to me, then poured one for himself.

"Marcus said I was too keep you company, I like Tequila, so if I have to keep you company you have to like Tequila. Drink up, we have an hour to kill."

About three beers and five shots later we wandered down to the lake. I was hammered, we sat on the dock for about another thirty minute when I saw Barb drive by in a powerful speed boat. Barbara waved as they raced by, Ed and Gretchen in tow on skis. Marcus was standing right behind Barb helping her steer. Even from were i was seated I could tell he was right up against her.

They made a looping turn and returned to the dock. Barb was wind blown and red from the sun, she was laughing and clearly having a good time. When Marcus climed out of the boat I noted he was now wearing red speedo's. The suit made it appear as if Marcus had a coiled up boa in his shorts.

Marcus helped Barb out of the boat, when she suddenly slipped. Marcus caught her and pulled her close, so that her face was inches from his.

"Oops, oh wow, I almost fell back in the boat, thank you." Barb responded catching her breath..

"My pleasure." Marcus answered still holding her close.

"That was really fun." Barb said as Marcus finally released her.

"Here Bobby, take Steve for a spin." Marcus stated, as he threw Bobby the keys to the boat. The next thing I knew we were speeding away from the dock and my wife. Bobby drove us straight to a place on the lake that served drinks. We stayed there for almost two hour before returning to Marcus's house. Once back Bobby started cleaning up the boat so I wandered back up to the house.

Everyone was by the pool. Marcus was sitting on Barb's lounge chair while she applied lotion to his back. I paused by the pool house and watched. The contrast of her white hand applying lotion to his broad back was electrifying. As I watched, Barbara took her time covering each square inch of his back with lotion. When she finished he stood up and faced her, his incredible cock almost bursting from his speedo's. He towered over Barbara as he spoke to her. I watched as he offered her his hand and pulled her out of her chair. Holding hands they walked into the house.

I walked over to the pool on wobbly legs. The booze had really gotten to me. Ed noticed right away.

"Steve you need to watch Bobby, he does that to everyone, he will drink you under the table given half a chance." Ed's wife mentioned that Marcus and Barb were inside mixing daiquiris. I proceeded into the house. Inside I walked over towards the bar, were I could hear their voices.

"I'm sorry about my friend kidnapping Steve, they sure seemed to hit it off. On the other hand it has been very nice spending time with you." I froze in my tracks my dick coming to life.

"That's okay it's not your fault, Steve has been acting strange the past few weeks. Work and stress, I guess he just needed some time to himself." I peeked around the corner. Barb was cutting fruit as she stood next to Marcus.

"Here let me show you an old trick I learned in college when I was a part time bartender." He moved behind Barbara and took hold of her hand as she cut fruit.

"Part time bartender huh, boy you are full of surprises." Marcus got ever closer till I could see he was pressing his cock up against my wife's ass.

"You haven't seen anything yet." He said. They finished cutting the fruit, but Marcus didn't move. Barbara dropped the knife and turned around.

"I guess we should get these drinks outside." Barbara said. Marcus was incredibly close, both his hands were on the counter.

"In a minute." He leaned over and kissed her forehead tenderly, then moved lower kissing her gently on the lips.

"Marcus, I." Marcus interrupted her in mid sentence and kissed Barb full on the mouth as his arms rapped around her pulling her to him. Barbara's chest heaved, her tits pressed firmly against his chest. Marcus's powerful leg pressed up between her thighs, pressing firmly against her mound her legs involuntarily parted. I thought, he's going to fuck her right now, my dick straining, my mind cloudy with alcohol.

Barbara broke the kiss, turning her face away from Marcus. 

"Marcus please, I'm sorry, I can't do this." To my surprise, Marcus released her immediately. His cock was semi hard and was almost coming out of his speedo.

"No I'm sorry Barbara, I can't believe I did that, it just felt so natural. I never met anyone like you, intelligent, charming, and so beautiful." Barbara seemed to take a step toward him, her body almost touching his.

That's when Bobby came in. "There you are Steve, were did you go." I turned to Bobby and stated in a loud voice, that I just walked in. When we entered the bar area Marcus and Barb were several feet apart. While Marcus appeared calm, Barbara was clearly very nervous.

We all went back outside. The Johnston's who were getting ready to leave, invited all of us out to dinner on Thursday night. Without considering whether Barb wanted to go I agreed.

Barbara had to drive on the way home, since I was pretty intoxicated. 

"I wish you would have asked me about dinner before you agreed to accept the Johnston invitation."

"Why, don't you want to go."

"Steve you didn't talk to me once, it was embarrassing. Gretchen and Liz both noticed and said something. Thank god Marcus was there, at least he paid attention to me. Plus we are suppose to leave on Saturday for Miami, when am I going to pack."

"Wow guess you married the wrong guy." I answered sarcastically.

"Maybe so, since all I heard from Gretchen and Liz the whole afternoon was how good their husbands treat them."

"Yeah and I suppose they are great in bed too." I answered getting angry.

"As a matter of fact both of them made comments about that which is more than I could say." Silence followed that last comment, for the first time I began to realized that the whole thing with Marcus was getting out of control. 

The next morning I received an e-mail from Marcus. Marcus said that Barb was getting very close, then he went into detail about how they kissed. The image of them kissing made me hard. He described how her nipples got rock hard when he kissed her and that if he would have had just a few more minutes with her, he would have seduced her. I didn't respond immediately and pondered what I should do. For the first time I ignored the attachments.

Marcus called that afternoon and told me to go by his office. I arrived around 5:30 on my way home from the office. 

"Did You have a good time yesterday."

"Barbara was very angry, I think maybe we should end this thing."

"Now when we are so close." Marcus seemed perturbed.

"Marcus I don't believe Barb is up for this, I saw what happened, she stopped you. Besides, yesterday she was really angry with me. Man I don't want a divorce."

"You saw us kissing?"

"Yes."

"So you saw how she almost choked me with her tongue."

"Uh."

"Did you see how she pressed her wet cunt against my cock, how hard her nipples were. Did you see her feel my cock."

"She felt your cock." He grinned and nodded his head. Looking back I realized it was possible she had done that. I will say his dirty talk about Barb had made me hard.

"So here is the plan, beginning today you work late every day. You will stand her up Thursday, we will work out the details. Oh the Miami trip cancel it."

"I can't cancel that trip, we have been planning on it."

"Look it's work right, she will understand. Meanwhile I will offer up my guest house at the lake for you guys to use that week. I promise you by Monday of next week you will have your wish."

"No way Marcus."

"Let me show you something Steve." Marcus pulled out a DVD. pacing the DVD in a player it showed an overhead view of the booth, it also showed Barb and I walking into the booth.

"I didn't know you had this." I answered as I watched myself on the DVD drop to my knees and start eating my wife's pussy. Moments later Marcus big black cock protruded through the hole. Barbara grasped the cock with both hands. Then I saw the hand with the ring, Marcus's hand, grasp the back of Barbara head urging her to suck his cock. By the time she had swallowed the last of his thick cum, I was willing to do what ever it Marcus requested.

The rest of the week I worked late every night, getting home around 9 or 10. On Tuesday I gave Barbara the bad news about the up coming trip to Miami. Surprisingly she wasn't very upset, telling me that she figured something would happen due to the hours I was putting in at work. Marcus had sent me a clip of the video by e mail, which I watched over and over again all that week.

Dinner was for 7 P.M. and I told Barb I would meet her there. I parked down the street and waited. Barbara arrived on time and got out of the cab. Barbara was wearing a dark flowery dress which showed plenty of leg. I had never seen the dress before, nor the big heels. I wondered if the heels and new dress were for me, she looked so sexy. Barbara disappeared into the restaurant and moments later my phone rang.

"Steve were are you."

"Work." Abruptly she hung up.

"I walked across the street and peered through the window of the restaurant. The couples were sitting pretty close to the window. Barbara sat next to Marcus, so according to plan I waited another 30 minutes before joining the party. I made my apologies and sat down next to Barb. Barbara was the first to mention the guest house.

"Steve Marcus offered us his guest house, next week. What do you think."

"Very nice thank you Marcus."

"Well it's not Miami but at least you can drive to and from work and spend sometime with your gorgeous wife." Marcus said staring into Barb's eye's. 

After dinner we went to a little piano bar for drinks and dancing. Barb asked me to dance, and we did dance, but it was awkward since she was a good five inches taller than me in her heels. Later I begged off saying I was tired, after Marcus gave me a look. 

Marcus asked her to dance and as the night wore on I could see his effect on her. They made a great looking couple, with her heels Barb was over 6' tall. Barb had had several drinks and as the night wore on all inhibitions left her. Ed and Gretchen were the first to leave followed by Alonzo and Liz, leaving Barb and Marcus alone on the small dance floor. Barbara was draped all over Marcus, eye's closed, her head against his chest. I realized he was an irresistible force for Barbara. Barbara had never been around a man like this. handsome charming and rich his control over her seemed inevitable.




The Ring



When Marcus led her back to the table I realized Barb was pretty drunk. 

"I think someone needs to get home." Marcus winked. With that we all walked out together, Marcus walking us to my car. He opened the door for Barbara who there, right in front of me, put both arms around Marcus neck and kissed him on the lips. It was much more than a quick kiss as I soon witnessed. I leaned over and saw Barbara biting his lip, a sure sign she was excited.

"Thanks for a wonderful night Marcus." My wife slurred, as she released Marcus and climbed into the car. Barbara closed her eyes and passed out on the way home. After I put Barbara to bed, I watched the video of us in the booth and jerked off again.

The next morning I woke to find Barb already up and out of bed. Barbara was not feeling well and was very upset.

"Steve I'm so sorry can you forgive me."

"For what honey," I answered.

"For the way I acted with Marcus, I was angry and drunk, I don't know what has come over me lately. I love you and last night dancing with Marcus, it was very inappropriate."

"Your over reacting Barb, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Really, your not angry with me." I assured her I wasn't upset and really had to work hard to get her to go out to the guest house.

"Steve I really think we should just stay home." I knew Barbara and I could tell she was really struggling with what had happened the last two times she had been with Marcus. I knew she was seriously attracted to Marcus and she wanted to avoid him. I also knew we were past the point of no return, I was driven to see it through to the end. I insisted that we take the guest house for the week and in the end she relented.

Saturday morning we went out to the lake and settled in. Marcus was no where around that morning. Later that morning around 11 and over Barbara's protest, I told her I needed to go into the office for a few hours and would be back by 7 P.M. I parked my car down the road and made my way thought the property on foot. Marcus pulled up shortly thereafter. Marcus didn't go down to the guest house instead he hung out by his pool, knowing Barb would see him.

Shortly after noon I called Barb and told her I would probably have to work very late. I told her I would stay in town, so I wouldn't have to make the long drive at night. I could hear the despair in her voice.

"The very first night, I don't believe this. I told you Steve we should have stayed home. What am I suppose to do now."

Relax, have a glass of wine, fix a nice dinner, I'll be there early tomorrow. Barbara hung up without saying goodbye. Fifteen minutes later she walked out of the guest house and made her way to the pool. I worked my way closer to the pool, just as Barb walked up. Marcus saw Barb coming and stood to greet her.

"Hi want some company," she asked.

"Steve."

"Working, he won't be coming out till tomorrow."

"I was hoping we could spend more time alone." He said as he agressively closed the gap between them and took the towel from her hand. Tossing the towel on to the lounge chair, Marcus moved closer, leaned over and kissed her. Taking her face in his hands he gently bit and kissed her lips, his tongue mingling with her. Barbara responded by pressing her body against his and then without invitation slid her hand into his speedo's and began stroking his cock. Dropping his hand down her back, Marcus untied the string to her bikini. Things began happening so fast. 

Then removing her top he stood back and admired his conquest. Barbara's chest heaved, her breathing rapid, her nipples were dark and thick, contrasting against her tan lines. Marcus reached out and cupped her breast, then with his thumb and index finger he pinched her nipple hard causing Barbara to wince with pleasure. He was pressing all the right buttons. She was his.

"Your even more beautiful than I imagined." Marcus said as he pulled her close. Barbara looked up at him and spoke.

"Did you know I wanted you from the first time we danced. Did you know how hard it was for me to resist you. Well I don't want to resist you anymore, I want you. I never wanted a man so bad in my life." Barbara said, as she dropped to her knee's and pulled down Marcus's suit. I remembered Marcus's had a big cock, but now outside of the booth he looked monstrous. At least ten inches of thick hard cock. My wife put both her hands at the base of Marcus's cock and licked at the purple black cock head. Abruptly she stopped and looking up at him, asked if they could go inside.

Marcus pulled her to her feet, kissed her again and led her inside. I knew I couldn't follow them inside so I worked my way to the other side of the house. There I found some hedges, which allowed me to hide near the French doors leading into the master bedroom. My back to the wall, I edged closer and peered into the room. Ten feet away Barbara was slipping out of her bikini bottoms as Marcus who was lying on the bed looked on.

Barb slipped on to the bed and climbed on top of him. They kissed again and again as her hand caressed his cock. I felt as though I were watching two complete strangers make love.

Marcus rolled Barb over on to her back, his hands touching her everywhere. I watched his fingers expertly massage Barb's clit causing her hips to buck up to his touch, making her cum repeatedly. Barb's pussy was so wet, that as he worked his big middle finger in and out of her slit I could hear the squishing sound outside. All the while Marcus continued sucking and biting her tit's, leaving purple and pink marks all over her breasts. 

"Oh my god what are you doing to me, I've never felt like this in my life. Oh Marcus my god, I'm going to cum again. I need you now, I need you to fuck me." Barb moaned. I had never heard my wife speak like that, she seemed a stranger to me.

Marcus began planting kisses on her stomach, as he slid further down her body. Then between her legs he used the same technique on the inside of her thighs and clit kissing and biting he drove her insane with lust. With two massive fingers up her slit, he sucked hard on her clit, causing her to cry out. Barbara must of cum two or three more times before he move up and kissed her again. His cock head oozing pre-cum he began sliding it up and down her wet slit. Each time Marcus rub his cock head across her slit Barb's hips would trust up trying to capture more of his shaft.

The head of Marcus's cock began nudging into Barbara's slit, his cock head wet with her cum. Barb's pussy lips parted as I watched the massive head slide into her womb. Only then did it occur to me that she was having unprotected sex. That the purpose of our delayed anniversary trip was so we could conceive a child during her fertile time. Marcus worked another couple of inches of his black shaft into my wife womb. I was so enthralled by what I was witnessing I was powerless to stop them. Worse I had never seen Barbara so excited and knew she was beyond rational thought.

"Dam woman, you feel so tight, so good." Marcus exclaimed. Using his arms, he suspended himself above her as he slowly worked his cock into her slit. Barb looked between raised legs at the black cock that was bring her so much pleasure. Biting her lips she squeezed and crushed her own tits as he repeatedly brought her off. Deeper and deeper into her womb Marcus pushed his cock.

Barbara's cunt lips clung to Marcus cock tightly, her cum causing the blue black shaft to glisten. White froth formed at the base of his shaft, a testament to his prowess and her excitement. Barbara reached up and pulled Marcus to her kissing him repeatedly. 

"Marcus, oh god, I can't believe this, I've never felt anything like this in my life." Marcus pushed one more time and buried his shaft balls deep in Barb's cunt, he didn't move. Looking down at her he slowly rocked his hips in and out.

"Girl you are so perfect, we fit so good together. We were born for each other baby. Do you feel it, do you feel how good we fit together."

"Yessss, yessss, ohh god yes. I'm cuming again." Hearing my wife say that was all I could stand as cum started spewing from my dick. 

Marcus was relentless and methodical as he moved in and out of Barb's ever stretching cunt. He touched places in Barbara that I had never penetrated. Marcus was bringing Barbara pleasure that she never experienced with me. As my excitement subsided reality began to set in.

Marcus began moving faster as Barbara, placed both hands on his ass pushing him deeper and faster. From my vantage point I could hear his ball's slaping into Barbara's ass. Marcus pumped harder and suddenly roared like a lion.

"AAAHHHHHHA, mother, fuckkkk, god dam girl, aahhh. Driving deep he buried his cock in Barbara's fertile womb. Marcus continued pumping as he did so, rivelits of cum streaked down his shaft. Barbara shuddered with the most powerful orgasm yet. 

"Marcus, oh Marcus yes baby cum, oh I feel it oh soooooo deep, I'm cunning again, my god. Barb screamed repeatedly. I had never heard Barbara cry out like that, never, not even close. I waited as their joint orgasm subsided. Neither spoke, both were breathing heavily, I waited in silence. Marcus rolled off of Barb onto his back. Then Barbara reached between her legs but not before I saw the gaping hole Marcus left when he removed his cock. Barbara's face a mask of pure pleasure.

Barb spoke first," I'm going to need a towel. I'm afraid if I get up I will make a mess." Thick cum was seeping out of Barb's slit.

"No problem." Marcus got up and I heard the water running. He returned with a wet towel and handed it to Barbara.

"Your fabulous you know that." Marcus said as he leaned over and kissed her. "Hey what's a matter?"

"I don't know what has come over me. Unprotected sex with a man who is not my husband. That's not me, I've never done anything like this in my life. I can't believe I did this. I must be crazy and yet I think if given the choice I don't know that I wouldn't do it again. I'm so confused. No one has ever made me feel like that."

"First I promise you I'm clean, believe me okay, okay." Marcus repeated, trying to reassure her. Barbara was clearly upset.

"Actually that is not what I meant, but don't worry I will figure something out, I will have to take some kind of morning after pill. Worse there is Steve and you, I love Steve, I love him a lot. He will never forgive me. And then there is you, what must you think of me." She sobbed.

"First I am, well let me just say I like you very much, more than you know and from the first time I met at the club. The first time I saw you I wanted you. I wanted you for my own." Marcus went silent

In that instance Marcus saw me as I quickly ducked behind the wall. I didn't know if I should run or remain silent. I froze, listening.

"Everything okay." 

"Just a bird."

"Oh I didn't see it, you were saying."

"Just that I care for you a lot. The Steve thing, well maybe it's presumptuous of me, but it seems he is not the jealous type, maybe even one of those guy's that likes to share."

"Oh I don't know, I don't think he would be happy if he saw me lying here with you right now." I couldn't believe the irony of that statement. I was still afraid to peek around the corner so I remained motionless.

"Okay the other night when we danced together and you kissed me goodnight by the car, was he angry?"

"No."

"Has he ever asked you to wear sexy cloths, thing like that when your going out."

"Well yes, but." Barb stopped in mid sentence.

"Did you ever had sex with another guy and Steve was present or approved." There was a long silence.

"Yes."

"Well I don't know, I'm no Psychologist, but maybe he wants to share you and doesn't know how to ask. Look I'm not like that, but I have know guys who were turned on watching there wife pleasured by other men. That's how they get off, they know they can't satisfy their woman so they like to watch a superior lover do it for them. Regardless of what happens I want you to know that I will be there for you, you understand."

I thought, well he's preparing Barb for a possible threesome in the future, in hindsight I should have been listening more carefully.

"Wow you sure know how to give a girl a lot to think about."

"I think I know a way we can determine if Steve is the kind of guy I think he is." Marcus went on to explain to Barb what she should say to me when we would talk by phone later. Strangely, I found listening in on the conversation exciting. 

"Enough talk, I want to give you something else to think about." I looked in as Marcus pulled Barbara on top of him.

"Marcus wait, I think I should go."

"No, I don't think you really want to go, in fact I know you don't. Now come here."

"But."

"Shhh."

Barbara made a weak attempt to resist Marcus, but he simply pulled her on top of him. Slowly Barbara straddled Marcus as he pulled her down and gave her a long deep kiss, his black hands squeezing Barbara's ass. I looked on in amazement as his cock twitched every time her hips undulated to his touch. Barbara's slit seemed to act as a magnet to Marcus's cock head which was pressed up against it. Then in total capitulation to lust, Barbara reached between her legs and guided Marcus's cock into her waiting womb.

"Marcus that feels so good." Barb purred as his cock slipped half way into her eager womb. Sitting up she placed her hands on his chest, getting up on her feet in a squatting position. Barbara had never done this with me. Barbara raised up exposing most of Marcus's cock so that only the head remained embedded in her cunt. Barb then eased down on the huge shaft, her pussy swallowing the entire shaft. I simply was astonished she could take him all. Slowly she began pumping up and down on his shaft. Again her cum squirted on to his cock, the wetness clearly visible to me.

"Dam girl, I've never been with a woman who could do that. You are so wet, you feel so good" Marcus pulled her to him again, kissing her passionately, like a man in love. 

"Well I've never been with a anyone like you either, no one has ever made me so wet, my god I becoming addicted to this." Barb exclaimed. I began feeling uneasy about what was happening. Then I realized that the look on Barb's face, the way she was reacting to Marcus, it was not so different than those women who's pictures Marcus had sent me. I had to keep telling myself that this is what I wanted to see, that it was why my dick was so hard, why I couldn't help but jerk off again. I also thought about what Marcus said about me wanting Barbara to have a superior lover. Watching them it was hard to argue Marcus wasn't that.

I came quickly. I had been standing outside the bedroom for over an hour and a half. I had missed lunch, and had nothing to drink, I was exhausted. Marcus's second orgasm came about 15 minutes after mine. Barbara was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration from the incredible effort she had exerted trying to please Marcus. Please him she did, Marcus bellowed like a bull as he came the second time, sending a torrent of black seed deep into Barbara fertile womb. Their mixed cum oozed down his shaft on to his balls. 

Breathing hard, Barbara asked, "Do you always cum like that, I could feel you go off in me, I've never felt anything like that."

"I'm going to spoil you woman, now as hard as this might be, why don't we get up and grab something to drink. I have fresh squeezed orange juice, a bottle of Cristal. For starters I have fruit and oh yes some beluga, I picked up at whole foods this morning. What do you think."

"You are spoiling me." Barbara leaned over and kissed him long and hard. Breaking the kiss and rolling off of him she added, "I need to go back to the guest house to check my phone, but first that towel again." I took off for my car, exhausted and confused.

I wasn't back to the car when the my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but answered. It was Marcus.

"What in the fuck is wrong with you Steve, you just about fucked everything up. I told you I needed time alone with Barbara, there will be plenty of time for you to jerk off later." I tried to talk but he cut me off.

"If Barb sees you, there will be no threesome, no more you watching, she will never let it happen again, not to mention she will probably divorce your perverted ass. You are a dumb ass."

"Hold on a second Marcus, don't talk to me that way, I'm calling this off right now, I will just tell Barb the truth." I could almost hear Marcus thinking. My phone had an incoming call it was Barbara.

"Barbara is calling I have to hang up."

"Wait, don't answer, hear me out Steve, look I'm sorry, but I want you to think things through. I'm trying to persuade Barbara to accept that you may want to share her. I don't know if you could hear us, but I have her close to convinced that you might be the kind of guy that wants to share his wife. She finds out we have been trying to trick her she's not going to like that. She wouldn't be happy with either one of us. Even if she stays with you awhile, how long do you think it will take before she find another black lover. You saw the picture I sent you, you know the answer."

Much of what he was telling me made since. Barbara would be furious if she found out how I had set her up, tricked her. She would hate me for that. Plus what if he was right what would happen if she met a black guy who didn't want to share, how could I compete against that now that she had experienced a black lover. It was hard to think.

"You see this through, and you will have it all, a wife who loves you and at the same time fulfills your every fantasy. I called you tell you what to say to Barb. At some point ask her what's she's doing, ask her if I'm around. Tell her she should drop by the house and see what I'm doing, so that she's not bored to tears."

"I think this is going to far Marcus, why should I do that."

"So when she tells me what you said and she will, I can reinforce the idea that your okay with sharing, trust me with this. Wait till dark to come back to the house, we can't take the chance that Barbara spots you. Like I told you by Tuesday morning you will have your answer."

"I don't know." I answered not knowing what else I could do.

"I will leave the curtains parted slightly so you can see in, but she can't see you."

"She's calling again, I've got to go."

"Steve you can do this."

I didn't know what I would tell Barb when I answered.

"Hi honey how is work."

"Okay, how are you, enjoying the lake."

"Not really I was thinking that maybe I should pack up and meet you home tonight."

"Why, did something happen, you feeling alright?"

"No I'm okay, just thinking it would be better to be home, you know to be with you." I know it sounds crazy, but when Barb said those things I felt very much in control of the situation. I found my dick getting hard. I decide to go along with Marcus.

"I have to work Barb, so don't expect me to come home early," I said sternly. "Is Marcus around?"

"Yes I saw him by the pool."

"Nobody else." I knew the questions were making her anxious.

"No" she answered cautiously.

"Good, perfect, since he's not entertaining, go over there. I'm sure he will take you out on the boat, better, buy him dinner, it's the least we can do for letting us use his place."

Momentary silence then she answered.

"That's what you want?"

"Yes, I have to go back to work, so have fun."

"Wait, Steve, I love you."

"Me too." I began working my way back to the house, food and drink could wait.

I was walking back to the pool area when I almost ran into Barb. I ducked behind a low wall and some hedges. Barbara was dressed in shorts and a white blouse. Marcus was sitting by the pool with orange juice and champaign on ice. Marcus noticed the way Barbara was dressed.




The Ring



"Hey you going somewhere."

"I'm going home Marcus." I was stunned by Barb's statement, it was the one thing I hadn't expected. Marcus was cool, like he had been expecting her to say that.

"Did You talk to Steve, does he want you to go home?"

"Yes we talked, actually he wanted me to stay, it's not him it's me. It's just that this is all wrong, I'm married. I shouldn't have done this." Marcus stood up he was wearing a pair of white Boxer shorts. He poured a Mimosa and handed it to Barb.

"Just one. Now you said Steve wanted you to stay, anything else."

"To ask you to dinner as a pay back for letting us use your place, but that doesn't change anything."

"Okay but I was thinking about Steve and our conversation before and looked something up. Here read this." He handed Barb an I pad.

Barbara looked at the I pad for a while,"You think Steve has these fantasies."

"Evidently and he's not the first white guy either. When I was looking this up I came across other sites devoted to this type fantasy. check this one." He leaned over and touched the pad.

Barbara read for some time. Marcus took advantage of the distraction and filled her glass again.

"This story BBC and the White Wife, it's about a husband watching his wife with a black guy, what is BBC."

"It stands for big black cock."

"My god all the stories are about white wives and black lovers."

"It seems to be a white man thing although I'm sure some black guys are the same way."

"You."

"Not a chance."

"I just don't know about Steve though, I admit he has been acting strange."

"Well just think about this, the other night we danced quite a bit, did Steve get angry." 

"How about when we kissed."

"No, I told you that."

"Think back was there ever another time with someone else, some other man were you kissed him or had some encounter, that Steve should have been jealous and wasn't." I couldn't believe how cleverly Marcus was manipulating the situation.

After a long pause Barbara answered,"yes."

"What happened."

"I'd rather not say."

"But he didn't get angry right was he excited."

"Yes."

"Now he leaves you alone with me, he's not blind Barbara, he know how I feel about you, he knows how you feel about me." Marcus stood up and took the I pad out of her hand and pulled her out of the chair.

"This is what I want." He leaned over and took her face in his huge hands and kissed her. They kissed for several seconds, then Marcus broke the kiss. He took Barbara's hand and placed it on his cock.

"Look what you do to me, look how hard you make me. Tell me you don't want to see me anymore and I will help you get your things and you can leave." I was just fifteen feet away and watched as she began squeezing his cock.

"Dam you, everything tells me I should go home, to forget about you, to be with my husband, but when I get close to you I can't help myself." Barbara sat down and began pulling Marcus's boxers down. His black cock sprung free like a coiled Mamba. Taking his cock in her hands Barbara began stroking it . Squeezing hard with both hands a drop of white pre-cum appeared on the thick black cock head.

"Suck it," Marcus instructed. Barbara's tongue lazily lapped the drop off his cock. 

"Hmmmmm,"she purred. My dick was straining as Barbara began sucking in earnest, both hands pumping Marcus cock. The view was so erotic and I was so close I could hear both lovers moaning with pleasure. My orgasm was so powerful I had to bite my lips from crying out. Marcus was under no such restriction as he bellowed his pleasure.

"Oh fuck woman, that is so fucking good, I'm going to cum so fucking hard, you want my cum baby, tell me you want it girl." Barbara looked up stroking harder.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, that's it, fuck yeah drink it up girl, oh you like that don't you." Barbara nodded her head as she swallowed every drop of his black seed. Barbara opened her mouth and began licking some of the cum that had escaped down his thick shaft. the cum was thick and stringy as she wiped her face with her finger and licked the excess off of it with her tongue. I had never seen Barbara act with such wanton lust.

"That was the best blow job I have ever had in my life, god dam girl that was fantastic."

"I'm glad you liked it. I liked pleasing you" She said as she continued licking and kissing his shaft. Exhausted I sat down with my back to the wall, thirst and hunger starting to have there effect on me again. I wanted to leave but dare not move.

"Here have another Mimosa and take your cloths off, no more tan lines for you."

"I guess I'm staying."

"Did you think I would let you leave, come here."

"My god you can't be hard again."

"Seeing that body of your would make any man's cock hard."

"Marcus I need to go to the drug store at some point or I'm going to make you a father."

"Your Catholic right. I think you like the danger, Barbara, there is a part of you that likes playing with fire. Honestly, if youy got pregnant it would be fine with me."

"You hardly know me."

"I know enough. You can't deny how good it is to be with each other,now come sit by me. I thought you Catholics didn't believe in birth control." I leaned over and cautiously looked. Marcus was sit on the side of the pool sort of facing me."

Barbara was nude and walked over towards Marcus.

"Steve hasn't used a condom in almost a year, of course you have to have sex to make a baby." I knew that was a reaction to not having sex with me in two weeks, but it still stung. Marcus reached up and took her hand.

"Turn around, now step here, okay, now ease down, there you go, now put it in." I watched as Marcus had Barbara face away from him so that she was standing a step below where Marcus was sitting and straddled his cock. Barbara guided his cock into her wet slit. With out much trouble she began impaling herself with Marcus's cock.

"You feel so good. I love the way you feel in me, ohhh god that is soooo goood. You make me so wet." I still couldn't believe how Barb managed to handle his size. Marcus was kissing and biting her neck. From behind he reached across her chest and began grabbing handfuls of her tit, then he would roughly pull and pinch her nipple causing her to squirm all over his cock. With his other hand he reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit. The effect on Barbara was devastating, bring her to several very vocal orgasms in minutes.

Barbara laid her head back on his shoulder, eye's closed as she bucked up and down on his cock. For what seemed like twenty minutes they fucked. Barb was completely out of control. I guess she could sense he was close to cuming again because she started undulating her hips back and forth at a much more rapid pace.

"Ohhh, I want you to cum in me, I want to feel it deep, oh yes cum baby, cum, cum deep inside me. Oh my god that is soooo good."

"Ohhhhhh fuck feel that, feel me filling you up, fuck yes, harder girl, pump it harder, make that cum go in there deep." Pulling down on Barbara's waist, I could see how hard she tried to please him. How she wanted him to cum in her fertile cunt. Barbara knew what she was doing, like Marcus said, she knew she was playing with fire. Right up to that point I didn't feel it was possible to have another erection, but seeing my wife wanting unprotected sex with Marcus was just to much for me, I actually came in my briefs.

"Wait don't move sit right there, I love the way my cock fits in you."

"I'm not going anywhere." I heard Barb say as I slinked away. I needed food and water in the worst way. It was around seven when I drove into Dripping Springs. I grabbed a burger and beer when Marcus called.

"Man I have never met a woman like Barbara, that girl is awesome in bed, it just took a man to bring it out of her. Hey were you hiding by the pool. I have to admit your pretty good at that peeping tom shit. Now here is what you need to do."

"Marcus don't talk about Barbara or to me like that I don't appreciate."

"Don't be so sensitive Steve, it's what you wanted. I know you got an eyeful today, the plan is working. Lets not fuck things up. Your lucky to have such a hot wife my man. Be grateful. Now do you want to know when you should come back to watch the action." I knew he was right but I didn't like the tone he took with me.

"Barbara is getting ready, we are going out to dinner, say around eight P.M. We should be back around midnight. About tomorrow I want you to give us as much of the day as possible. You roll in here say late afternoon about five and I promise you a special treat."

"I told Barb I would be there by noon at the latest."

"Steve relax, you have been doing good so far."

"Yeah but why exactly do you need more time, you already seduced her."

"Steve, come on man, I just gave her some more stuff to read, stuff that will help her understand your fantasy." I didn't like the sound of that.

"Like what."

"Just interracial stories about husbands and wives, you know like the stuff you have been reading." 

"How did she react."

"She was surprised, she didn't know so many of you white guys had your fantasy." 

"Like is she angry with me"

"No just surprised, I think a couple of the stories turned her on, especially were the white husband lets his wife gets pregnant with her black lover. I guess I gave her about four or five stories were the good wife gets pregnant by her black lover. She was real wet after reading some of those. Do you like those kinds of stories Steve." I didn't answer.

"Good very good. Okay then see you tomorrow around five." Before the conversation I had planned to go back to the lake house, now the prospect didn't excite me. I drove home exhausted and went to sleep. In the morning I checked my phone there were no calls. I waited till noon and called Barb, but she didn't answer.

A few minutes later Marcus called.

"Sorry we missed your call but Barbara was busy if you know what I mean." Marcus chuckled.

"Where is she now."

"She's sucking my cock."

"What!"

"Relax Steve, just joking, she in the shower."

"I'm going to come over in about an hour and a half."

"Okay."

"You don't mind."

"Well I told you to come over later, but if you want to come over now, I'm not going to stop you."

"Alright, then I'll come over." I said hesitantly, wondering why Marcus had changed his mind.

"One thing, I'm going to flirt with Barbara from time to time. Little things like an arm around her waist, a hug, little things. I want you to act like it's okay. We're not going to have any problems with that are we."

"Marcus this has gone to far."

"Steve we discussed this a hundred times, now I'm becoming inpatient with you. I thought we would see this through till Tuesday morning."

"Yes but."

"Steve you fuck this up and I will tell Barbara everything, how this was your plan, How you haven't been working, how you snuck around here and jerked off watching me have unprotected sex with her. How you wanted her to have a black baby."

"That's a lie."

"Steve is it really, this wasn't your idea. You knew the moment she sucked my cock that you wanted to see it again. You knew the first time we had unprotected sex she might get pregnant. did you stop us, no. You jerked off. You know deep down she wants to have my baby and so do you. So what's it going to be, you want me to tell her everything."

"This is bullshit."

"No it was your idea, what do you think she will do. I bet she tells us both to get fucked, but in the end she will divorce you. On the other hand she loves this black cock, hell she might forgive me, after all, I was just a pawn in your game. Not to mention the fact she's probably pregnant already." I could hear the confidence oozing out of him with every word of his deep voice. 

"Why are you forcing this Marcus." Once again I realized what he was saying was all true. I could lose Barbara and in the end he very well could end up with her. I resorted to trying to reason with him.

"Why, because I like Barbara. She's a lot of woman Steve. I mean you knew I would find her attractive and you wanted me to seduce her. Well that's happened and you can't turn back the clock. Do you think she will ever find you adequate again. So today I will try to smooth things over for you. Oh and now I want you to come over about six this afternoon."

"Marcus you just said I could come over around noon." 

"I changed my mind."

"But."

"No buts' Steve." He hung up. I was smart enough to know there was no way I could come out on top in this situation. I could hear him now. Barbara over the last few days I've come to care for you a great deal, there is something I have to tell you about Steve. Marcus was right she would forgive him and blame me. It was me who had neglected her, it was me who placed her in Marcus's arms.

When I got out to the lake it was a little after six. I knocked on the door and after about a minute Marcus opened the door. He was wearing a white terry cloth robe.

"Just got out of the shower, Barb will be along. Want a drink? We got started early, Barb is feeling no pain. come into the kitchen with me." I followed him into the kitchen were I made myself a strong drink. Moments later Barb walked in toweling her hair.

"Oh hi Steve I didn't know you were here. Marcus did you make me another drink?" Barb was wearing a worn white t-shirt. Barbara was braless and her nipples and dark areola's were clearly outlined through the thin material. The t-shirt belonged to Marcus and stretched to Barb's mid-thigh. She padded over to me and gave me a peck on the lips. Then she walked over to Marcus and as she picked up her drink she casually rubbed his back with her free hand. I could tell she was intoxicated.

"How was work." Barbara asked sounding disinterested.

"Good."

"Marcus took me out on the boat today, we had a blast didn't we hon." Barbara slurred, the term of endearment not lost on me. Barbara pressed her breasts against his arm.

'It was fun." Marcus ever cool acted as if nothing was happening, then he place his arm around Barb's shoulder. "Let's go into the living room and catch the game what do you say." Marcus was arm in arm with my wife, clearly I was the third wheel. The booze and Marcus's persuasion had apparently eliminated any inhibitions Barbara had about being with Marcus in front of me. I followed them into the living room.

Marcus and Barbara took the couch, leaving me the adjacent chair. I sat down and began trying to watch the game. Occasionally I would glance over towards Barb while we made idle conversation watching the game. Marcus had placed his arm on the back of the couch and Barbara was resting her head on his chest. I found it harder and harder not to stare as Barb's hand came to rest on Marcus's thigh. His robe had slightly parted and Barb's hand had found his naked flesh. I watched mesmerized as she gently drad her nails across his thigh. With each pass Barbara pushed more of his robe back exposing more of his muscular black thigh.

Involuntarily I rub my crotch and in that instance Barb's eye's met mine. I quickly moved my hand away from my hard penis and looked back at the screen. I tried to stare at the TV, but moments seemed like minutes and when I looked back Barbara was still looking at me. Then with deliberate calm she pulled his hardening cock out from under his robe. In the low light it stood huge in her hand. With out taking her eyes off of me she began a slow rhythmic stroking of his cock.

My dick was hard as I watched her white fingers clutching the base of Marcus's cock. Then with her eyes still on me she leaned over and licked the purple black head with her pink tongue. My mind raced back to the night in the booth when she first had a taste of Marcus's cock. I reached down and began squeezing my penis. Barbara's mouth closed over the black cock as she started pumping her head up and down on his shaft. She looked for my reaction then closed her eye's.

"Dam girl you are getting better and better at that. I think you love sucking on my black cock don't you baby." Barbara responded with a low guttural groan as she made slurping sounds with her mouth. With his free hand Marcus motioned for me to come over. I stood before them as Marcus pulled on the t-shirt Barb was wearing exposing her ass and legs. Barb wasn't wearing panties. When Marcus gently tugged on Barb's thigh she spread her legs.

"What are you waiting for Steve, go for it dude It's what you wanted isn't it." I didn't answer him but I did drop to my knees. Barbara raised her leg placing one foot on the couch. She stopped sucking Marcus's cock and looked at me.

"Lick it." She said. I moved closer, her cunt lips were puffy and red, her slit gapped open slightly. The smell of fresh soap and musk emanating from her pussy was over powering. I felt possessed as I stated sucking on her clit, wondering if she had just fucked Marcus in the shower. I let my finger slide up and down her slit, it was slick and wet. I felt Barb's hand at the back of my head, pressing me forward. I was to far gone to care whether Barbara was full of Marcus's seed, I just needed to please her.

"Lick it, deeper, lick it deeper Steve." I strained to comply with her demand by sending my tongue as deep into her pussy as possible. I looked up to see barb watching me. Her head was on Marcus's chest and with her left hand she casually stroked his cock. Marcus had untied his robe and smiled at me as I hungrily ate at Barbara's pussy. 

"Oooh that feels good Steve, you like doing that don't you?" I nodded yes as I felt the pressure on the back of my head increase. Barbara was rocking her hips hard against my face and I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm. I was touching myself and was just about to cum when Marcus interrupted me.

"Get up here girl, time to ride this cock. Turn around, that's it, face away from me. Good now put it in." Still on my knees, I sat back on my legs and watched as Barb expertly slid the massive shaft up and down her wet slit. With little effort Marcus's cock entered my wife's pussy. Soon the entire length of his black cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy.

I undid my pants and began playing with my penis. 

"Steve get over here and suck on my girls clit." Almost in a trance I shuffled over on my knee's between their legs.

"Help him baby, get him to suck on that clit of yours." Barbara reached over and pulled my face to her cunt. Marcus cock was slick with their juices as he pumped in and out of her pussy. I carefully licked at her clit, the smell of their sex overpowering. I nibbled and sucked as Barbara shuddered with a powerful orgasm. The hotter she became the more her hips would undulate and the harder the pressure Barb would exert on the back of my head.

"Fuck me Marcus, fuck me, cum in me honey, ooh so nice, fuck me hard, deep, deep, uhhh, oh my god that is so fucking good, cum baby I want you to cum, cum for me," Barb cried out. I had never heard Barbara speak to me like that. Looking back on that moment I knew that my relationship with Barbara had changed forever.

I could tell Marcus was getting ready to cum as his hips began pumping faster. I released Barbara's clit from my mouth and moved back so I could watch the action close up. All of a sudden Marcus arched his back and impaled his shaft deep into Barbara's cunt. Marcus let out a roar as his balls contracted sending his seed deep into Barb's pussy. Repeatedly Marcus forced his cock deeper into my wife's fertile cunt. His ball's contracted several times as jet after jet of his seed flooded her womb. Then slowly he started a slow pumping motion.

"Dam woman that was so fucking good. You took it all sweetness, I mean I filled you up baby, there is enough seed in there to make a couple of babies." He said, as he reached around and began massaging her clit. Barbara began rocking her hips to his touch.




The Ring



Barbara for her part was in a rapture I had never seen her enjoy before. Eye's fluttering Barb laid back on Marcus's chest exhausted as he continued working his cock slowly in and out of her sopping pussy.

"Oh my god that was the best Marcus. I love that so much. I just can't get enough of that. I love you." Barbara said oblivious to what her words would mean to me. I knew Barbara and even drunk those were not words she used lightly. 

"Good I want you to love me and I'm going to give you all of that you want." Marcus effortlessly lifted Barb by the hips as his semi hard cock slipped out of her gapping hole. His cock was coated with cream, Barbara's slit was lined with a frothy mix of their juices. Both were in there own world and I wondered if they even knew I was still there. It was Marcus that spoke next.

"Steve come here, you started it, now finish it." I looked at the two of them. Marcus with a sly smile on his face. Barbara with a distant look in her eye's as she spread her legs, then she leaned forward and caressed the back of my head urging me toward her pussy. I though, maybe I'm wrong, she's not his, Marcus's is just a plaything to her, it's me she wants. I plunged forward and buried my tongue in her pussy. Barbara's pussy was incredibly wet as I lapped at her slit.

"Ooh that feels nice, that's right, right there, lick it clean, Steve more, harder." Barbara pulled my mouth hard against her slit, at the same time I felt her thighs contract. As she bore down I could taste the rush of cum enter my mouth. I had a hard time breathing as I swallowed Marcus's seed.

"Steve you are natural," He laughed. "When you finish with Barbara I'll let you suck on this pup right here." Marcus grabbed his cum coated cock and leaned over placing it inches from my face. I learched back. 

"What the fuck man get that away from me." I said as I stood up almost tripping over my pants. Struggiling I pulled up my pants.

"Hey Steve don't get so sensitive man, I just thought that since you liked licking my cock you would be alright sucking it." Marcus said with a smirk.

"Licking your cock I never did anything like that in my life."

"Steve just a few minutes ago you were all over me man."

"That's not true Marcus why are you saying that." I could hear my own voice crack. Why was he making these suggestions. I then realized then he wanted to humiliate me in front of Barbara.

"Okay if you say so, no reason to get upset Stevie."

"I'm not upset, Barb we should go." Barbara sat there looking at me.

"Steve why don't you go to the guest house and Barbara will be along in a minute."

"Barb."

"Steve go ahead, I need to talk to Marcus." I looked at her incredulously hoping for a sign that she would change her mind. After what seemed like minutes I turned and walked to the guest house. I waited for over an hour and when Barbara didn't show up I walked back to the main house. The doors were locked and the lights were out in the living room. i could see lights coming from the master bedroom so I walked over and peeked through an opening in the drapes. The light on the night table was on and in the low light I could see Barbara, lying nude with her arm and leg draped over Marcus. Both were sound asleep.

I walked back to the guest house and waited for morning thinking about what I was going to do. The next morning, at first light I walked down to the lake to think. When I returned Barb was in the guest room packing. 

"Can we go home now." I asked.

"I thought you had to work."

"No, I don't."

"Well you told me earlier you did, so I made plans."

"Plans?"

"Marcus has business in Dallas and invited me to go, I'll be back Wednesday."

"Two days from now and when were you going to tell me."

"Steve I think we need some time apart."

"What are you talking about Barbara, this has gone to far."

"You should have thought about that before. You have serious issues Steve. This fantasy of yours, I'm not some toy you can pass around. I want a man who wants me, who wants me for his wife, to give him his children, not some somebody else's."

I decided to come clean right there and then. I told her about the first night, the wallet, then showed her the e-mails and how Marcus was in on everything. I could see from the look on her face that she now had some doubts. That's when Marcus walked in.

"Hey you ready."

"Marcus, Steve says you and he planned all this."

"Planned what."

"The dinners, the parties, this weekend, my seduction, everything, is it true." 

"No."

Barbara showed him my lap top with the e-mails.

"That's not my e-mail Barbara, check your phone, look at the last e-mail I sent you. See that is not my address. Anyone could have sent that to him including Stevie boy himself."

Barbara gave me a questioning look. Checked her phone and frowned.

"It's different Steve."

"Remember when I told you he was a client, well that was Marcus's idea, he's not." Barb looked at Marcus for a response. Marcus half smiled and hit a speed dial on his phone. I had a sinking feeling.

"Hello Edgar, yes, yes doing good thanks, hey I just met one of your employee's Steve and his beautiful wife Barbara. Steve didn't know I was a client. He seems like a nice guy can you put him to work on some of my acquisitions. Good here he is he wants' to say hello." Marcus handed me the phone. After a very brief conversation with the senior partner I hung up.

"I didn't know Barbara, but that doesn't change anything." I felt her slipping away. Then I decided to show her the video from the bookstore. The video was grainy but you could see the black arm and hand extend to the back of Barbara's head, the huge ring glimmering in the light.

"How dare you show that video Steven, what are you doing with it." She turned to Marcus her eye's red and watery.

"I'm not like that Marcus, it was just one night." Marcus put his arm around her, consoling her, all the while smiling at me as Barb buried her face in his chest.

"The ring, see the ring, I know you've seen the ring on him before." I shouted in desperation.

"Steven stop it, enough, we will talk when I get back."

"But the ring Barb surely." She cut me off in mid-sentence.

"Marcus doesn't wear a ring Steven I would have remembered. Marcus please lets go." Just like that, Barb walked out of my life. That Friday just 4 days later I was served with divorce papers. I tried to speak with Barbara but didn't see her for almost four months until the final divorce hearing. Marcus was with her and the lawyers didn't really let us speak. I heard she married a few days later.

A month or so after that I contacted Barbara's mother and asked her to please have Barbara call me. Her mother was rather short with me, but said she would relay the message.

Instead I received a call from Marcus.

"Steve don't bother Barbara anymore."

"Why Marcus you going to kick my ass." I was pissed off.

"Marcus laughed, "No I'm not going to kick your ass Steve, but I could ruin your life, get you fired and have someone else kick your ass. I'm calling you to let you know Barbara is pregnant and is expecting our first child and I don't want her getting upset." I felt as if I had been kicked in the gut.

"You there Steve."

"Yes." I realized it was finally over, I had lost Barbara forever.

"You going to do the right thing Steve, we are not going to have this conversation again right."

"Pregnant?"

"A boy." He said proudly. I sat there in silence as the information sunk in.

"By the way Steve do you remember meeting me at the spring retreat last year, you were drinking. I was with Edgar, remember."

"No. Where are you going with this Marcus, do you have anything else important to say." I couldn't think straight.

"I remember you or should I say I remembered Barbara, in fact I never forgot her. Then fate drops her in my lap when you two walk into my store. I couldn't believe it. did you know I had Jerome show you the room with the glory hole. I had a feeling things would happen. The rest was so easy Steve, you made it so easy." With a click he hung up.

I had learned a lot about Marcus, in the days following his affair with my wife. Marcus was one of the most important client's my firm had, but I didn't remember meeting him. The last humiliation was the fact that he had played me from the beginning and there was nothing I could do about it. That conversation gave me new resolve to put Barb behind me. That week I tendered my resignation from the firm. A week later I hung my own shingle and never looked back. At least if it ever came up again he wouldn't be able to threaten my job.

Life moves on and I remarried just over a year after our divorce to a beautiful Latin girl. It was about three years after my divorce with Barb that I bumped into her at the Whole Foods store in downtown Austin. Barbara was pushing a stroller down one of the aisles when I first noticed her. Barbara looked fantastic, she was wearing jeans, a silk blouse, and a prominent wedding ring on her left hand. When she saw me she smiled.

"Hi." She said. In the carriage was a toddler, he was as dark as Marcus with thick curly brown hair.

"Marcus Jr." I asked border line sarcastic. I was surprised how even after all this time I still felt something.

"Actually your right Steve his name is Marcus, how have you been. I heard you got married. Kids?"

"Not yet, we're working on it." We exchanged pleasantries when I saw My wife Susan approaching over Barb's shoulder. I tried to end the conversation when Barb said something that took my breath away.

"You know I found it, you were right. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I found the ring. I wish that things were different. If only I had know." I was at a complete loss for words when Susan walked up next to me.

"Hi I'm Susan and you are?" Susan gave Barb and the toddler the once over.

"Barbara."

"As in Barbara first wife." Susan then gave me a quizzical look that said we would be talking later.

"That's would be me, nice to meet you, Steve said some very nice things about you."

"Really, because I hardly never heard about you, like Steve never mentioned how beautiful you are." Barbara blushed. We spoke for a few more seconds and Barbara said she had to run. Barbara walked away, then glanced back, she looked a little sad. 

"You two were divorced in 2010 right." Susan asked the moment Barb was out of ear shot.

"Yes."

"She didn't waste much time did she. I want the whole story right now mister." Susan said playfully.

"I guess you could say that. As for the whole story, it's a long one." My heart pounded as I tried to think things through, she had found the ring!

"It was just another weekend night." I began.



The Ring



He pushed me over to the punishment board. Facing it, he pulled each arm over my head and locked it into place. Then the same with my feet. I had been in this situation so many times before, but never with my daughter looking on. I could feel her astonishment as she watched. The punishment board isn't a solid board. It is two boards from ceiling to floor which leaves both sides open to receive whatever punishment Master feels is necessary for the infringement. He began to whip my ass and thighs. Each hit became progressively worse. When he thought my ass had enough, he moved in front of me and began to whip my breasts and pussy. He beat me until I slumped in my bounds. I simply couldn't take it any longer. This was the worst I had ever endured at his hands.

He untied me and pushed me onto the bed. The force hurt worse than the beating. I looked up and saw Sarah staring at me with tears running down her face. Master went up to her and told her next time she thought about doing something against the rules to remember her mother would receive her punishment and it would be a lot worse than it was today.

After that, Sarah became one of the best girls for Master, or so it appeared. It took me three days to recover well enough to go back to work. I was older so I didn't get as many clients as the young girls. Sarah and Janet got the most because everyone it seemed wanted to fuck twins. 

I had known for a long time that the packages we were delivering contained drugs. I had been doing this for 20 years and never had been caught. It was a seemingly perfect operation. It would've continued to work had it not been for Sarah. She was more careful now because she knew what would happen if she was caught. 

The phone call that had lead to this was successful. A sting operation was launched. A new client called Master and asked for the twin who was a "fire ball". He said he always had a fantasy of taming a hard to tame girl and thought she would be perfect for him. Master agreed, feeling that Sarah would get some of what I wouldn't allow him to do to her. He sent Sarah to see this new client.

The new client turned out to be the army. She told him everything that had gone on. Everything that I had done to protect all the others. It was then that the army decided it had to act. For a long time, they had known about it, but didn't know the extent of the abuse that was happening. 

When the raid hit, it was Sarah who was trying to calm everyone. She was shot because she wouldn't stay down. She wanted the girls to know that they were going to be free.

I sobbed uncontrollably when I realized that. My daughter had given her life so that we could be free. The commander was speechless. Lieutenant Anaxandros went over to me and held me close to him. "It's going to be ok. I was the one Sarah saw that day. She told me everything, including how much you suffered to protect her and Janet, as well as the others. You are a remarkable woman."

The commander had heard enough to know that the women weren't to blame at all, but said, "Tell me who this monster is and where we can find him so we can lock him up so he doesn't hurt anyone ever again."

I told him what he wanted and the commander told the lieutenant to take me out. He had to carry me. I was so weak. I had spent the last few hours reliving the horrors of the past 20 years. We didn't go back to the dormitory right away, instead, he took me to a grassy area that overlooked a small pond. He held me while I cried. 

The next few weeks were a time of healing for all of us. Some of the girls went home to their parents, others stayed behind. Janet worked at the Officer's Club as a cook. She was one of the best. Everyone liked her. As for me, Lieutenant Anaxandros wouldn't let me out of his sight for very long at a time. He was always with me. We would often sit at that pond and talk.

One such day as we sat at the pond, he told me that the trial date had been set and asked if I would testify. I agreed, but only when he said that he would be there with me and wouldn't let anything happen to me. He was going to protect me. 

The trial came and I was called. It was a long day of testifying and the cross-examination wasn't better. He was trying to say that I had wanted everything. That I had asked for it. That I was a partner. The jury didn't buy it and after only two hours of deliberation found him guilty. He was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. 

Vlad and I celebrated. We went out to dinner and for a walk along our favorite pond. The moon was beautiful that night as it shimmered in the reflection of the water. He pulled me close to him and kissed me. I was a bit taken back, but not for long. I returned his kiss and held him tightly. He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes and told me that he loved me. I smiled because for the first time in my life, I knew what it was to be loved by someone. He took great care of me when I needed it most. He helped me to heal. While most of the outer scars are now gone, the emotional scars are still there. Those are going away slowly.

He took my hand and we walked back to his house. We kissed as we walked in. That night, I experienced more than just sex. When he touched me, my entire body reacted. I wasn't simply going through the motions as I had been trained. I felt like a naïve girl. He is the first person I had ever wanted in this way. I smiled to him as I helped him undress. I quivered when he pulled my dress over my head. He pulled me close and kissed me with such passion. The rest of the night is a blur. I only remember waking up the next morning with him beside me.



The Ring



Bob was a janitor, at a local high school/prep school. No one respected Bob, that was about to change though. 

Bob forgot to tell people that he was an FBI agent, one of America's best in covert ops. and espionage. He was installed there by the government to crack down on an organized prostitution ring. Bob's job required him to set surveillance all over the school. Being the janitor was the best cover one could ask for. He was setting up microscopic cameras in every classroom one Saturday. When he heard a noise coming from the Principals office. 

Bob reached for his sidearm and locked and loaded...he quietly snuck up on the perps. to his disbelief there was the Principal with a young hot blonde bent over his desk and he was fucking her in the ass. Bob was not surprised to see this seeing that is what he was sent there to do he put his gun down and pulled out a very small hand held camera and snapped a few pics. He looked up and saw that there was a ceiling vent so he snapped a few pics of that, so he could put a camera there later. 

The principal was hard at work on this blonde, so he didn't notice Bob. Bob was getting very turned on by the principal fucking this girl, so he thought to himself what the fuck I might as well, so he pulled out his cock which was already rock hard and began to beat off in the hallway. He had the principals timing down so he just imagined that he was fucking the young student. He started pumping faster and faster as the Principal went faster and faster. Both guys blew it at the same time...however Bob let out a slight moan and the Principal looked right at where Bob "was" because Bob took off like a bolt of lightning...Damn that was close Bob said. 

* * * * *

The Next Day...

Bob was cleaning the floors out in the hallway, when he heard something come over his ear piece it was coming from the microphone he planted in the teacher's lounge. It sounded like the History teacher, he was talking about the incident last night when the Principal heard a noise but didn't see anyone, a sigh of relief came over Bob. He continued to mop when he got to the ladies restroom, he did his normal presentation, "anyone in here" he said no answer...so Bob went in the bathroom and started his cleaning duties. However he was definitely surprised to see what he saw when opened the door to a stall and there was a beautiful red head masturbating with her tampon applicator. 

"Excuse me young lady," 

"No, excuse me sir" was the reply "hey-could you do me a favor" she asked..."sure what could I do for you!" "could you hand me panties the slid over to the other stall."

"Sure!" Bob went over and grabbed the panties and brought them back to the girl, the girl then asked if he could put them back on her. Bob shook his head and slid the panties over both legs, they were as smooth as silk, he couldn't help but touch them as he reached up her thighs, when he approached the holiest of holy she let out a slight moan, as Bob pulled the up to her crotch he inserted his middle finger into her already moist slit. 

He slid his finger in and out with ease, he then added two more fingers till she started to buck against his hand...she was going to cum and cum hard she did, her whole body shook from it. Bob couldn't hold his rage back he unzipped his fly and pulled out his eight inch cock and stuck it in the little slut and fucked her good and hard...he gave that slut all he could he pounded and pounded when he was ready he pulled his cock out and shot it all over the girl's freckled face. 

When he finished with her she asked him what his name was and he replied my name is Bob...and I'm the janitor. Good she replied then you clean up all this cum from me and the stall. Listen here bitch, Bob said I will do what I want and I want you to suck my dick or I will be going to the Principal's office with you. She laughed, go to the principal good, go he is a good pal with me I suck his dick every afternoon at 1230. 

That's just what Bob needed to here as he had his voice recorder on the whole time. The girl flung a lit cig at him and left him there to clean up the mess they made. 

He went back to cleaning the stall, that afternoon he reported to his superior officer and told him that it is the Principal that was the head of the ring...the boss man ordered another team mate to enter the scene as a young female teacher. Special agent Tina was requested to escort Bob back to school on Monday. They were to set up a base stand and a surveillance of the principal...

stay tuned to here more about the Ring... 



The Ring



It didn't make much sense to me, what the old Gypsy woman had said. I went to her because I heard she knew about weird things, magic and stuff so to speak. I thought that maybe she might be able to explain what this ring was or how it was even possible. You see a man came up to me a few nights ago, said his name was Gabe. He reached into his long black trench coat and pulled out a small gold box. He told me to take the box and guard it with my life. Of course I said to him that he was crazy and began to walk away. He grabbed my arm and began to ramble on about being a holder. A holder of a magic ring, that could give me the power to enter a story and play it out anyway that I wanted. Didn't make much sense but I figured that I would listen anyway. "What I mean by story," he said is, "you read a book then you can enter that book."

"Watch TV and you can become part of the show. "I know it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me." The ring has been around for a long time and there are some people who would use the kind of power it possesses for evil. There has always been a holder. Someone that the ring itself chooses to keep it safe and you're the one. "So why don't you keep it," I asked. "Because they already know that I have it. I can't hide the ring anymore, but you can." Please, just take it. Run, and keep it out of sight. Don't ever show anyone what it can do or they will be after you too. "I'll take it," I said. But only because I think you are crazy and I want you to go away." Gabe shoved the box into my hand and began to turn away. Then I thought that I better ask. Hey, who are they? With a look of fear in his eyes he said, "Anyone with an agenda to dominate. Some a lot worse then others. Be careful, and then he was gone. 

So, as weird as that was, I went back to my dorm room, stuck the box in a drawer and began reading up for my mid term. A few hours went by and I started getting tired trying to figure out the whole chemistry thing. So I decided to take a TV break. I flipped through the channels for a while until I saw that Dark Angel was on. I'd been so into the books that I'd almost forgot. God Max is so hot I thought to myself. Her hard little body. I couldn't even begin to imagine how many times I thought about ravaging her sexy frame. Then almost as if someone had slapped me in the face I thought of the ring. Gabe had mentioned something about TV. Something about being able to be a part of the story. OK, this was basically a teenage fantasy floating but hey, the worst thing that could happen is that I would look really stupid in front of myself. I went to the drawer puled out the box. 

It was solid gold, no markings of any kind. You'd think something so special would have some writing. I opened it and there was a small spark. Must have been my imagination I thought. The ring, was lodged in a smooth velvet slit, it too was made of gold with a small purple jewel in the center and several tiny markings. Maybe a language I thought. So I thought which finger should it gone on. Gabe didn't give me much information so the ring finger made as much sense as any. Then I though that I saw another spark. If I did it was to small to even consider. With the ring on my finger I looked up and saw Max on the screen wearing tight jeans and a little tank top. She was lying on Logan' couch with her voice over pondering something about Manticore. So with the ring on my finger I start to think about how in the hell something like this would work. My first thought is that it would all be in the head. With barely a thought I reach out to the TV and began to imagine being with Max. Suddenly everything went dark and I realize that my eyes were closed. With little hesitation I slowly open my eyelids and my focus was off at first but then there was a slight blur of brown and black. A figure rose and a voice spoke in front of me. "Who the hell are you"? It said. A soft, hard females voice. Still not sure what was happening, I managed to slur out my name, "I'm Sean."

"Well Sean, you'd better tell me where you came from or I'm going to began kicking your sorry ass," the voice said. Then I realized, almost as if I had forgotten. I looked down at the ring, which seem to instantly bring me back into focus and I began to remember who I was and how I got there. Just pass the ring I could see a pair of naked feet standing semi tip-e-toe on the hard wood floor. I slowly worked my way up until I was gazing eye to eye with Max. My jaw dropped and in the back of my mind all I could think is what a god Gabe must have been. "OK Sean, three seconds then you and your gaw-gaw eyes are going out that window," Max said, this time grabbing me by my collar.

"Wait," I screamed out. I'm here for you Max. "For me," What the fuck do you want with me," she said grabbing me by my throat and slamming me onto the kitchen counter. Well, that's just it Max, I want to fuck your brains out. I couldn't believe it, without even thinking I had said something that I would never say to any woman. She looked at me with the sexiest grin, and said, "finally, a hot boy that knows what he wants."

Heaven, that's where I thought that I had gone. I died and an angel gave me a ring that was the key to the gates. Max in a swift jump, mounted me on top of the counter, put her hands on either side of my head and kissed me long and hard. Her tongue lapping around mine as mine lapped hers. Our hands darted up down each other bodies as we fondled to remove each our clothes. She began to rip the buttons off my shirt with her teeth kissing my chest after each one. Finally down to nothing but my boxers and her skimpy, lacey blacë panties and matching bra she sat on my lap and rubbed my stomach. Max obviously knew that I was rock hard because she began to grind against my lap. I reached up and grabbed the back of neck and pulled her close to me.

I teased her a little acting like I was going to kiss her, then pull away. Which must have been a little too much for her since she grabbed me by my hair and parted my lips with her tongue. She had my left arm pinned down by my side. I could barley move except for my right hand that had been groping Max' sweet soft ass was free and I moved it up back so that I could unhook her bra. Her ample breast seem to almost rejoice at being free and smile came across Max' face as I cupped her right tit in my palm. "That feels good Sean," she said. You like that Max? "Hell yes."

"What about this?" I asked as I firmly pinched her hard nipple between two of my fingers. She gasped out and bit my ear. "Fuck!!!" I screamed out as my left arm got free. I grabbed a tit in either hand, pulling them up to my face. Pinching her nipples as hard as I could squeeze and jerking. With every new sensation Max' heavy panting seem to grow and then I took her left breast into my mouth sucking for all it was worth. She held the back of my head up so that I could have better access. "Sean, I've got two of those you know," she said her right tit in her hand as if to offer it to me. I smiled and complied, nibbling on the right while still fondling the left. "That's enough," she said, "It's my turn." Taking her breast away. I sad look came across my face. I was having so much fun with them. "Don't worry baby, I've got something you're going to enjoy a hell of a lot more. Then she kissed my neck and began working her way down my chest, slowly kissing and licking every inch of me. Then a strange thought came across my mind. "Max, what if Logan comes in." She looks up at me with a grim look and says, "I'm getting ready to milk your fat dick and you're worried about Logan."

"Besides, what's he going to do, report it."

"But aren't the two of you… He had his chance, and now you do, keep talking and you'll be walking out with blue balls." Of course I shut up and just put my hand on the back of her head to let her know that I was done thinking. She gave me that sexy smile with those pouty lips and began rubbing my dick through my cotton boxers. "You like that" she asked, yeah take it. She grabbed either side of my shorts and pulled them down. My cock sprang out, slapping the bottom of my chin. Her mouth fell open and she gasped. "Damn boy, now that's a fucking dick." Obviously about now I was real pleased with myself. 

She grabbed the bottom of my shaft, spit on the head and gave it a little lick. "Ooooh you taste good," she said then puckered up and kissed the head of my ten-inch cock. I thought I would melt as she cupped my balls and slowly slid the tip of her tongue down my shaft and back up. She must have done that about ten times and I thought I would shoot my load off from her sensual touch until she grabbed my dick and gave it a few hard jerks and said, "you cum now, and I'll break it off."

"You get what I'm saying."

"Yes Max. Good." She smiled again, and then slowly jerked me off with her right hand while she used the left to get better access to my nuts. Slowly she took one into her mouth then the other. Soon she had my entire sack was engulfed, her tongue swirling around, and she was using her right thumb to apply pressure to the underside of head. She finally freed my balls, parted her lips slightly and ran up the side of my dick. Up and down she went, her left hand now at the base of my shaft while her right was rubbing my stomach. Max took her lips off long enough to give me another smile and ask, "you ready?"

"Yes," I said and darted her tongue out and into the slit on my head followed by her open lips slamming down on the first five inches. My propped up elbows collapsed and my head slammed back against the counter. Max worked up and down my shaft and I could feel her tongue pressing against my vein. Each time she took in a little more until her mouth was filled with eight inches. I could feel my dick hitting the back of her throat and I knew it was too much for her. Max gagged a little and tried to pull all the way off. I grabbed a fist full of her long dark hair and pushed back down. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and managed a smile with most of my cock hanging out of her mouth. I couldn't believe how sexy she was on her knees with her tits swaying back and forth. I sat up and got a firmer grip on her hair so that I could force-feed her more of my dick.

It was getting to be too much cause she tried to pull away and I pinched her nipple causing her mouth to open wider, a slammed my dick into her throat. Her face was buried against my stomach and I pulled her off a few inches. I continued to face fuck my sweet young beauty jerking her nipples harder and harder seeing how the pain made her more receptive to taking my whole ten inches. I could hear my nuts slapping against her chin with each thrust. I mixture of slobber, spit, and pre cum was drooling out of her mouth. She would tell me later that the assault on her mouth was too much for even a flawless genetically engineered teen like her to take. Which is why she grabbed my balls in one hand and my dick in the other, and began to squeeze and jerk me off. I loved how she just took control, staring me in the eyes with I look of total love and lust. I knew what she wanted. I let everything go and began to explode down her throat. With each jerk Max milked me into her hot little trash talking mouth. When I was finally done my angel sprung my still rock hard cock from her mouth. Dripping with juices, she lovingly licked it clean inch by inch with a dazzling grin on her face. Then looked up and said, "that was the most amazing face fuck I've ever had." And I said, "yeah, that was the best damn blow job I've ever had, you are the hottest little teen slut I have ever been with."

"You think I'm a slut?" she asked, of course her chin was dripping with cum. And I just laughed and kissed her full lips. Then she puled back gave me that hypnotic smile and said, "If you were anybody else and called me a slut I'd have to break your arm."

"What makes me different?" I asked. "This big fucking prick of yours and what it's going to do for me next." she said. Then she smiled and gently began stroking me. I let out a soft moan, smiled and wiped the cum from her cute young face with my fingers and then slid them into her mouth. She gladly licked them clean. 

"OK hot boy, get over to the couch," She jumped off the counter and began walking across the room. I almost slipped off the counter sense it was drenched in juices. I leaped off and watched Max' sexy little frame slide her black panties down those perfect legs. Then she stood tall, arms out and up, she posed. Next she slid her hand over her left tit, gave her nipple a squeeze and motioned for me to come over. A walked up and wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, kissed her again, and then slid my hands over her soft round ass. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and then I lifted her up and laid her down on the couch. I inched my way in between her thighs, put my hands on her flat stomach and rubbed my way up to her tits. Max grabbed my arms and pulled me down on top of her. We made out for a while, exploring each other's bodies. Then she bit down on my bottom lip, wiped away the tiny burst of blood and slid the finger into my mouth. I couldn't believe how sexy she was. With a look of total desire, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in. 

A lustful moan came from her parted lips and then she began pleading to me to stuff my cock into her. Her little body was squirming beneath me and I reached in and found she was dripping wet. My touch made her back arch. Max' rapid breathing caused her firm breast to rise and fall. The site of it all was too much and I grabbed my dick with my right hand, guided the head just inside of her and she let out a sigh. She tried to force more in by sliding down the couch but I put my left thumb on her clit and the rest of my hand on her body, forcing her to stay were she was. She wiggled trying to get more. "Please Sean, fuck me" she said. "Ravage my little cunt." I slid a little more into her and her hands darted to her tits. She looked so sexy playing with herself, licking her on nipples. I continued sliding a few inches of my meat in and out of her. Max was moaning out for more and I couldn't stand the teasing anymore. I put an arm around her waist lifted her of the sofa. She put her hand on the back of my head, grabbing a fist full of hair; the other grabbed the back of the couch. 

Max obviously new what was coming. I put my free hand behind her, grabbed her smooth shoulder, and began to pull her down onto me. With each inch we both let out sighs of pain and relief until more then half my dick was in her. She kissed my lips and said, "More!!!" I slid out then took a firm grip with everything I had and rammed up her shaft. Max yelled out a plea of relief and pushed on me so hard that I fell against the arm of the couch. Still deep inside her, she put her arms around my shoulders, her tits in my face and began riding my hard prick for all it was worth. She had so much stamina, she goes up and down a few times, then would grind on my lap, forward to back. It was wild. Making a point to keep her soft tits in my face I did my best to lick, suck , and fondle while she had her way with me. "Damn baby, you've got the best dick, don't ever change" she said. I just agreed as she continued to ride me. I grabbed her by the waist and helped to guide her down each time on my fuck ride. 

Max just smiled and liked her panting lips. She looked so, firm little body dripping wet. Her hair was messy and wild; some of it even stuck to her face from the sweat. Her eyes seemed to grow deeper and lustier by the second. Her screams where getting louder. I knew anyone in the neighboring apartments could here us. Then she slammed her body against mine, bit my and began shouting out, "I'm cumming!!!, Yes Yes, I'm cumming!!!, Fuck Yess!!! She leaned all the way back putting her hands on my legs behind her still slowly working up and down my dick. "You're the fucking best baby," she said. I just grunted, this new position was hurting like hell but felt to good to stop. "You like that," Max asked still shaking from her orgasm. "Yes love" I answered. She started bouncing hard, her tits were flaring every which way and I reached out to grab one and she bit my hand. 

"You like it rough," I asked. "As rough as you can give it you sexy fuck toy you." I slid my prick out of her, stood up and grabbed her by the hair. I guided my dick into her mouth once again and started fucking her full pouty lips. She just squirmed beneath me smiling. This time it was much easier getting into her throat. I pounded away at her face a few more times and then let it drop out. She smiled and said, "is that as rough as you can get" and gave me a little laugh. I smiled back, grabbed her tits and wrapped them around my dick. I spit on them a few times and she followed suit giving her tits a mouth full of spit and pre cum to help lube her breast up and I began tit fucking her. Every time I thrust forward Max' tongue was waiting there to lick my head. She was the perfect little fuck, always seemed to know exactly what I wanted. 

Next I told her to lay face down on the couch. She told me to make her. So I slapped her in the face a few times with my prick, and she darted her tongue out trying to get a taste. I laughed again and said, "You are such a sexy slut."

"Are we back to that slut thing again." She asked and I said, "yes, you're my favorite slut." She finally complied and lay face down into the couch with her arms out in front of her. I mounted her from behind. She stuck her ass into air, welcoming me in. I gently rubbed her firm backside and massaged my way up her back. I gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Told her that I loved her and then pressed hard on the back of her neck with my left hand and grabbed a fist full of her long hair with my right hand. Pushing and pulling as hard as I could I shove my dick into her cunt. Max screamed out trying to move. I knew she could if she wanted to but she was barely trying. She seemed to like being dominated. I fucked harder and harder. She continued yelling, pleading for more.

I pulled harder on her hair, forcing her face to look straight. I shouted out, "you like it rough don't you," she grunted out a moan and I repeated myself. "You like it rough don't you, you slut bitch." She screamed yes and then began convulsing under me. I continued vigorously pounding into her until she stopped. Max, without effort freed herself from my hold, flipped over and grabbed my head, pulled me close and stuck her tongue into my mouth. "You are fucking heaven sent," she said "no one has ever made me cum like that. She looks down and grabs my dick, "shit, you're still hard," she said. "I'm going to take care of that for you, ok baby."

"Lean back, relax, and let me milk this fat prick of yours bone dry." She smiled, and licked my shaft up and down just like before. Sucked on my balls, jerked me off and began to literally make out with my cock. I had never had someone pay so much attention to my dick. Max really was perfect in every way. She parted her lips, swirled her tongue around the head, and then went down hard. It was so much better then before. She kept going completely to the base and back to the head. Hard, fast, and messy. There was so much slobbeò. I couldn't tell the difference between her mouth and her pussy. She pulled back a few times and a strand of spit and pre cum ran from the head of my dick to her bottom lip. She used her fingers and tongue to lap it back into waiting mouth and then would spit it back onto my dick. Then she was back to using my cock to fuck her own face. The entire time she had a sexy, seductive smile on her face. Moaning and flirting with me so that I would know that she was enjoying every minute. After about twenty more minutes of sucking and teasing Max sits back on her feet, chin dripping onto her breast and tells me to stand up.




The Ring



"You know I love you." He whispers softly to the sleeping form of his wife as she lays on her back reaching out in her sleep for him. Heaving a deep sigh he turned to the bedroom door closing it firmly yet softly behind him.

She was a beautiful girl with long dark hair that she rarely let down. When they had been dating he used to beg her to let it free but she never would. The first time he saw her hair wild was on their wedding night. She had come to him a virgin. He remembered the sight of her blood on him; he went over that memory constantly savoring each nuance. He traveled a lot for his job he hated to leave her. On those days she would usually fix him breakfast but halfway through fixing it she would burst out crying. He would hold her in his arms then feeling the tremors that ran through her body, murmuring soothing words in her ear. But this morning was different he wanted to spare her any pain that he could so he left really early in the morning figuring he would be back all the sooner.

His flight was on time and as he settled back into his seat feeling the inertia and pressure of the takeoff he allowed his mind to think back on his wife.

They had been married for a year. He had heard that the first year of marriage was the hardest what with having to adjust to each other's living habits and quirks but that never happened in his marriage. From the first time he brought her into his house she fit him. Adapting to each other's schedules and learning to make time for each other were ridiculously easy for the two of them. Often she would seek him out curling into his lap clinging tightly to his neck as he whispered in her ear. Thinking about what he said to her made him remember what she would often say to him. 

"I never loved anyone the way I love you." She would say grasping him tightly to her as their breathing stabilized her tight cunt still milking his cock.

There was poetry in her every word.

Shaking his head he cleared his mind hoping that he could concentrate on his work. He bent over reaching for his black carryon that held his laptop. As he moved his white gold chain slipped out from his black dress shirt hurriedly he sat up replacing the necklace from which dangled a small white gold ring. He couldn't work then; all he could think about was this ring. He laid his head back on the seat his hand over the ring under his shirt he closed his eyes and remembered.

He carried her over the threshold and into his house, into his life. She had been so happy effusively talking to everyone at the wedding reception yet clinging to his hand as they moved about from person to person secretly shy and nervous. He set her down, she had been to his place before so there was nothing new yet when he came to her she shivered. He pulled her close gently kissing her lips he broke away then leading her to the bedroom they were to share.

She carried a small case in her hand that she took with her into the bathroom. He could hear the sounds of her brushing her teeth, the rustling of the taffeta from her dress. He took off his coat and vest then his shoes and socks moving slowly and methodically. He sat on the edge of the bed running his hands through his black hair nervous as all hell. They'd never fucked before. He had wanted to but he could never bring himself to tell her what he wanted the words just stuck in his throat. Maybe that was why they were now married after only eight months of dating. But he knew she was the right one. The One.

He looked up then when he heard the door open. She wore a sexy white lacy chemise with spaghetti straps that fell over her shoulders. 

He sucked in his breath when he realized her hair was down. It fell in sexy spiral curls and waves to her waist framing her pretty face, matching the darkness of her eyes.

She sat down beside him close but not touching. Her head was bowed looking into her hands. The huge pear shaped black diamond of her wedding ring glinted on her left hand. Black diamonds, she was one of a kind just like the diamonds she now wore.

She took a deep breath looking into his green eyes. "I have something for you." She said softly extending a black box towards him.

He took it thinking it to be a wedding gift. He had given her a diamond choker as his wedding present which she wore now. Opening the box he looked at it then at her. The simple ring and chain were not what he had expected. Before he could say anything she looked him in the eyes.

"I was eighteen when I bought this." She touched the white gold ring. "I wanted to be pure. I wanted to be for you alone."

She took the box from him placing the chain in his hand. He looked at the ring the surface was smooth and polished on the inside was an engraving. S loves J. Only you.

He placed the chain about his neck. She undid a few buttons of his shirt then she placed the cool ring against his hot skin. She pulled the edges of his shirt together hiding it. "Don't let anyone see it. This was meant for you and you alone."

To this day he superstitiously guarded it from other people's view. It was the promise he had made to her. He always kept his promises to her.

He was startled out of his ruminations by the landing of the plane. 

The house was dark as he entered which made sense since it was midnight. It had been a long three days of business and he was dead tired aching in both body and soul. Sometimes he wondered if love was supposed to be like this, a painful wound that oozed and bled when you were separated from the one you loved. He had never felt this way before. Had never imagined he could love this way and be loved so in return.

Wearily he climbed the stairs and softly opened their bedroom door. In the darkness he stripped off his shirt tossing it onto the floor along with his shoes and socks. He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment watching her. A shaft of moonlight fell across her lighting up her loose dark hair, creating shadows in the contours of her cheekbone. She was so beautiful. Crawling on the bed on all fours he moved up her body hearing her soft sigh as she turned onto her back. He bent closer to kiss her lips when his chain came forward and bumped her under the chin. She opened her eyes reaching out to grab the ring pulling him closer until she could stare into his green eyes noting the star-like pattern of black lines that radiated out from his pupils.

Without a word she kissed him, a slow languorous kiss. He raised his head and she touched the side of his face stroking his cheek with her knuckles feeling the slight rasp of his black beard. He had shaved earlier that morning anticipating an earlier flight but was unable to get away until later.

She smiled reaching her arms to encircle and grasp the hot muscled surface of his back pulling him into her. He began to peel away the blankets from her body sucking in a breath when he saw she was clad only in a pair of silky panties. All his weariness fell away from him at the sight of her creamy breasts the nipples hardened he bent his head to capture one in his mouth. She threw her head back moaning softly writhing underneath him desperate to have more of her flesh touching his. He moved to her other breast tormenting her feeling the lust and heat rise inside him. He moved away then meaning to kiss her on the mouth but she moved her head. Momentarily taken aback she took advantage by moving so that he lay beneath her with her lush wet cunt on the bare skin of his stomach. She brought his hand up to her lips where she kissed each fingertip as she rubbed her cunt up and down the ridged washboard surface of his abdomen. He didn't think he could handle the torture as his free hand grabbed her ass urging her to move farther down to where he was hard and heavy for her.

Eagerly she moved back undoing the black belt and pants that he still wore pushing them and his boxers down farther until his cock stood upright. With just her fingertips she caressed the thick shaft the slight caress driving him mad. It wasn't enough. He grabbed her hips pulling her closer so that his cock lay pulsing against the damp silk of her panties. She leaned over, her chest to his, kissing his lips as he thrust his tongue into her mouth thirsting for the sweetness that lay inside. She broke the kiss arching her neck back exposing the tender skin that he tasted with his tongue. His cock lay buried between her clothed cunt and his abdomen. Wanting her desperately her tore at her panties forcing them over her hips down to her knees as she squirmed and laughed softly helping him to kick them to her ankles and finally off the bed. 

His hard hands on her hips he guided her over his cock loving the moment when she lay poised there with her wetness dripping onto him. He plunged smoothly into her tightness ripping a throaty moan from her lips. She rode him slowly up and down loving the feel of him deep inside her thick and burning hot.

He could stand her sweet torment no longer. He pulled her close moving so that she lay beneath him his breath catching when she spread her thighs wider for him clutching him closer to her. He moved slowly easily parting her cunt each time until the flame built up to an unbearable heat and he began to pound into her feeling her teeth sink into his shoulder as he slammed into her the bed shaking with the force. She cried out her passion freely when she came and he soaked it in loving each word, each curse.


On and on he thrust inside her forcing her to come a second time until he could hold back no longer. Her sharp fingernails scored the skin of his back as he came feeling her tight wetness engulf him as he sank into her arms still deep inside her. For a moment they said nothing just trying to catch their breath she pulled him closer to her inhaling the scent of sex that now permeated their room.

This was what he lived for, he thought raising his head to look at his wife she blushed and kissed him quickly on the lips turning her face into the hollow of his shoulder. He moved away then to pull her up against the side of his body where she curled into him naturally.

What a sweet homecoming, he mused feeling the light kisses she spread on his chest.

"I love you." She whispered softly thinking he was asleep.

He could feel himself harden again for her. He turned then moving atop her lithe body smoothing the hair back from her cheeks. "I never loved anyone but you." He kissed her lips.

This was how marriage should be.



The Ring



"Hi there, my horny one,

Just a note to say I'm thinking of you..and to let you know how much I miss you. If you could only feel my hard-on right now, you would not question how much.

I have to go out of town, but I will call you at 8pm. I want you to be ready, as if I were really there. I want you wearing nothing other than your black crotchless hose, and I want you waiting. At 7:45, I want you to start touching yourself for me. I want those fingers of yours slowly massaging your clit, but you are not allowed to cum. Do you understand? That's my girl. 

Until then....

Me"

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"What a way to start the day," I thought to myself, as I read his email. Sure, we've had phone sex dozens of times. What else is left to do when you're separated so often? However, we had never planned it, and he certainly had never given me instructions beforehand! His words had started a tingling between my legs. I wanted nothing more than to play with my pussy right then and there, but I knew better. I knew I had to follow his instructions and wait...

I went on with my day, but could not stop thinking about his phone call I would receive later that night. I needed him so badly. I needed to feel his lips on mine, his hands touching, probing, his cock teasing me. He knows what he does to me. He holds a power over me that no other man has come close to. 

At 7:30, I started preparing for his call. I removed my clothing and dressed in my black crotchless hose. I turned down the lights and climbed into bed, grabbing the phone and placing it beside me on the sheets. My heart was beating rapidly, as I anticipated his call. God, how I needed to hear his voice! A simple whisper from him could get me so wet! I could feel myself moisten as I thought about what was to come. I lay back, closed my eyes, and spread my legs open. I brought my hand down to my pussy and parted my lips. I slowly started rubbing my clit...just as I was instructed to. Rubbing lightly in little circles. Oh yes, it was feeling so good! I desperately wanted to plunge my fingers inside myself, but I knew that was not part of his instructions. I continued rubbing, as I felt my fingers get slippery. Oh God I needed him so!

Just then the phone rang. I answered on the first ring with a raspy, "hello?"

"Hi horny one. How are you feeling right now?" he asked.

"I'm feeling so good, baby," I replied. "I miss you so much!"

"Do you have your crotchless hose on for me?" he questioned.

"Yes Sir, just for you!" I responded.

"Where are your fingers now?" he wanted to know.

"Between my legs..rubbing my clit just like you instructed, Sir," I whispered.

"Good girl. Now spread your legs wide open and slide two fingers inside yourself for me. Go ahead. Do it now!" I then slid two fingers inside my aching pussy, clenching them with my muscles. "Now finger fuck that hot cunt for me!" he commanded. "and put the phone down by your pussy so I can hear how wet you are!" 

I placed the phone right over my pussy and let him hear how wet I was, as I started fucking myself with my fingers, plunging them deeply inside. "Can you hear how wet you're making me?" I asked breathlessly.

"Fuck yes, I can hear that soaked pussy! Now fuck yourself faster for me! Do it now, but do not cum!" he moaned.

"Mmmmmmm..fucking...it...faster...now, Sir!" I gasped, as I worked my fingers in and out harder and faster! 

"Yes! That's it, my little cunt! I can hear how excited you are! Fuck that pussy like I would fuck you! You would love to have my cock pumping you right about now, wouldn't you?" he teased.

"Yes Sir! I want your cock inside me now! I need you nowwwwwww!" I screamed.

"Turn over on your stomach and continue fucking that pussy for me!" he instructed. I turned onto my stomach, with my ass up in the air and continued fucking myself.

"Oh God baby! I have...to ....cummmm soon!" I cried, as I worked my fingers into a frenzy, pumping them in and out as hard as I could! I was on fire..so hot, my cunt was burning my fingers! "Please let me cum for you, Sir!" I pleaded.

Just then, someone grabbed the phone from me! I felt a hand over my mouth and a slap on my ass! I tried turning to look, but felt a hand pushing my head into the pillow! I had no idea what to do, as tears welled up in my eyes. A hand was still holding me down, but the other hand left my mouth as I heard the unzipping of pants. "Who the hell is here?" I cried out in fear. "Get the hell off of me!"

Then I heard a chuckle...HIS chuckle. "You son of a bitch! You scared the hell out of me!" I screamed.

Don't ever talk to me that way again, horny one!" he said, as he slapped my ass again. "I was standing outside your door the whole time and knew I'd better get in here before you made yourself cum!" Then he whispered in my ear, "I want to be the one to make you cum," as I felt his hard cock rub against my pussy lips. "Now rub your clit while I fuck you the way you need to be fucked!" 

I moaned and started playing with my clit, as he teased me, rubbing his cock back and forth over my slit. "Mmmmm...my, you are the wet one, tonight!" he breathed.

"Please fuck me, Sir! Give me your cock now! Please!" I begged.

"Not until I'm ready!" he replied, as he continued teasing my pussy with his cock. I tried pushing harder against him, but felt the sting of his hand on my ass. "and never tell me what to do!" as he spanked my cheeks faster and harder. 

The combination of his cock rubbing my slit and the burning of my ass, along with my fingers rubbing my clit almost set me off. I moaned with desire. I needed him inside me more than anything. I gasped when I felt his finger enter my pussy and almost came right then!

"Now I am going to fuck you, horny one. Don't you dare cum until I give you permission!" 

Just then, he pushed his cock into my pussy as hard as he could. "Yes yes god yes! Fuck me hard!" I cried. His cock was hard and throbbing as he thrusted deeply into my cunt! I grabbed it with my muscles and clenched him hard and fast, knowing how much he loved this. 

"Mmmmmm baby, that's it. Milk my cock with your cunt!" he moaned. Harder and faster, he thrusted into me. With each thrust, he slapped my ass. I could feel his balls slapping against my cunt and fingers, as I rubbed faster, harder! I was so close and knew he was, too! He brought his finger to my mouth and pushed it inside, as I started sucking it wildly! "Your....pussy...feels....so...good!" he cried as he pounded my cunt like a wild man! I started building up and knew he had, too! 

"Cum on my cock now! Cum NOW!" he commanded. 

I screamed against his finger as my pussy started contracting against his cock! "YES! I'm cumming on that cock!" I felt him tense up and scream out as he exploded deep inside my cunt! I felt his cock shooting hot cum into me, over and over, splashing my walls, as I rode my orgasm! I had never felt him cum so much. 

Finally, he collapsed on my back while holding me tightly. After we came down, he turned me over on my back and kissed me. "Would you like for me to call you again tonight?" he grinned.

"Most definitely!" I replied with a smile.



The Ring



Disclaimer: This story came to me in a flash of inspiration while I was lying bored next to my partner. I wrote probably the first half of it in just a couple of days and then forgot about it for a while. I've finally finished with it, so I hope everyone enjoys it. There's bound to be a few errors in there; it's the longest thing I've ever done, so I apologise in advance. Hopefully though, it should read pretty well other than that. The story itself is pretty 'tongue in cheek' and yes, names like 'Kenneth Dolly' and 'Richard Master' were meant to be obvious.

But, enough of my rambling, take your time over it and I hope you enjoy it. I welcome your feedback, positive or negative. Thanks

1

Emma and Brad were in their bedroom in a flat they shared on the outskirts of Birnchester City centre. Both were in their early twenties; Emma was 21 and Brad was 23. Emma was laying in bed naked, as Brad put some clothes away in his drawer that had just been ironed. 

'So anyway, have you heard the rumour about that tape?' Emma said to her boyfriend casually.

'What tape's that then honey?'

'Apparently, there's a tape going round that features this naked Japanese girl;' she didn't notice Brad stiffen at the mention of the Japanese girl. 'She's laying on a bed, she's masturbating and she says something like "Fuck me in the ass! Oh please, fuck me in the ass!"' She continued talking, now wrapped up in her subject, still failing to notice that Brad had not moved from his position in the last 30 seconds. 'But here's the magic part... After the tape has finished, your phone rings, and when you answer it; a voice on the other end says. "In seven days, you will lose your sexual organs!"' She finished the last sentence and she burst out laughing at the incredibility of the rumour. 

Her laughter died after a few short seconds as she finally noticed that Brad had still not responded to what she had said. 'Brad? Baby, what's wrong?.' Brad slowly turned around, Emma noticed that he was as white as a sheet.

'You remember last weekend how me and the lads went away to Mike's beach-house?' Emma nodded to say she remembered, 'well, I had Mike's room, and I was searching around through his porn collection, and trust me, he does have quite a collection. I found this tape that was unmarked, so, out of curiosity I put it in the machine.'

'What was it?' Emma asked almost breathlessly.

'The most amazing looking Asian woman I have ever seen was spread out on a bed fingering herself, and telling me to fuck her in the ass. The video itself only lasted a few minutes, but when it was done, my mobile phone rang. When I answered it, this woman's voice said to me. "In seven days you will lose your sex organ".' He paused for a moment. 'That was seven days ago.' Neither of them spoke for a few moments. Emma had a complete look of shock on her face; Brad tried to keep his face straight but couldn't; he burst out laughing. Emma, registering that he must be joking, burst out laughing too. She picked up her pillow and threw it at him; her naked 34C breasts jiggling on her chest as she did so.

'You bastard, you had me going there.' She said after they had stopped laughing. Brad had started to undress ready for bed, a look on his face that Emma couldn't really read; it looked kind of nervous though. 'So did you really see a video like that or not?'

'Honestly; yes. But the person who rang me will have been Mike or someone, putting on a girl's voice, the door was open a little and I'm sure I saw someone standing outside it from the corner of my eye. As if I'm really gonna lose my dick!' With that he whipped down his boxer shorts to let his penis fall free. But instead of the desired response from Emma, which would have been to say something sexy, or to giggle girlishly like she does when she's horny; her mouth opened wide and she let out the loudest scream Brad had ever heard. Looking down in panic to see what was wrong; he too began to scream, even louder than Emma. Where his penis should have been there was nothing except bare, smooth skin as if there was never a penis there in the first place. In the last sane thought of his life, Brad realised that he must look like a Ken doll.

2

23 year old Richard Master, pulled up outside the flat that Emma and Brad shared up until recently; now there was only Emma living there. Brad had been Richard's best friend for as long as he could remember, and the fact that he had not only lost his sex organs under mysterious circumstances, but had also gone insane, saddened Richard greatly. Richard had been visiting family in Wales for the past few weeks, and so had not had chance to come around and see Emma since the 'accident' if you can call it that. He had heard all of his news from his mother, who had heard it herself from Brad's mother. There was definitely an air of scepticism surrounding this confusing case; medical experts were baffled as to how a person's penis can just vanish. Emma was talking to anyone who would listen about a curse and some kind of video tape, but police were dismissing it as the babbling of someone on the edge of sanity.

Richard locked his car and turned to climb the four flights of stairs to Emma's flat. He kept thinking about what he had heard about what happened. Apparently, Brad had gone crazy since discovering his missing penis and had fallen into a form of catatonic silence, he wouldn't speak to anyone and refused to look at himself. They had taken him into an asylum called Briar Ridge which was on the outskirts of the city. He was not allowed any visitors yet. Emma had been questioned by police, but released on the grounds that there was nothing to suggest that she could just make Brad's penis disappear; she was allowed to move back into their old flat after forensic experts had found nothing incriminating there. 

Richard reached the floor that Emma's flat was on and knocked on her door, she wasn't expecting him as he hadn't called ahead. Luckily enough though, she answered the door to his knock and seemed genuinely pleased to see him. 'Richard! Hi, come on in' she said as she welcomed him in to the flat that she and Brad had shared. It looked all very familiar to Richard who had been there plenty of times before, but felt somewhat emptier now that Brad didn't live there. He couldn't help thinking that Emma was looking particularly sexy though; he had always thought that, but now he noticed more than he had done before. She had long, straight, naturally blonde hair, a gorgeous face with deep blue eyes, which were accentuated by the glasses which she wore, she had full red lips too. Her body was to die for, she was fairly tall, but that was due to the fact that she had long, slender legs which seemed to go on forever; her upper body was fantastically curvaceous too; she had nice firm breasts that sat perfectly on her chest and she also had a perfectly flat little stomach.

Today she looked naturally sexy, she hadn't gone out of her way to make herself look it, but Richard felt all the more attracted to her for it. She had on a baby blue coloured shirt which had only the middle two buttons done up; showing off a hint of cleavage and her flat belly. She wore a pair of tight, faded jeans, showing off her legs and her sexy little feet were bare.

They sat in the flat's front room and chatted for a while, purposely avoiding the issue of Brad. It was Emma who finally brought up the subject. 'It is really good to see you; ever since the thing with Brad, people have avoided coming, I think they're scared of catching something.' She laughed softly, in that moment she looked quite alone.

'I'm really sorry about Brad, Emma, truly I am. What exactly did happen?'

'Have you not already heard from the gossip committee?' 

'Well, probably, but I'd rather hear it from you.' Emma looked up and gave him a grateful smile. They were sat opposite each other on sofas that faced one another. 

'Well, Brad had been to Mike's beach-house over in Skegvegas for the weekend. And one night he was looking through Mike's porno collection for something to watch. Apparently he's got quite a big collection of porno over there. He found this video tape that featured a Japanese woman who was masturbating on a bed, telling people that she wanted her ass fucking.' She seemed to really warm to telling this story, as she continued she moved across and sat down next to Richard. 'After the video finished, his phone rang and someone said to him that in seven days, he would lose his dick!'

'What, so the video cursed him?' Richard said, in a mildly bewildered voice.

'You don't believe me, nobody does.' Emma said.

'I never said that, it's just a little hard to take in.' Richard comforted Emma by putting his arms around her.

'That's not the worst thing though,' Emma said softly, 'me and Brad used to have sex all the time; it's been over a week now since I've had it; and I am so fucking horny!' Richard couldn't believe what she had just said, before he could reply, Emma grasped his hand and pushed it towards her crotch where he could feel the heat radiating from her pussy through the material of her jeans. 'I'm so fucking wet.' She spoke before she stood up and moved in front of Richard. 

Richard sat silently as she unbuttoned her shirt and let the material fall to the sides revealing the soft curve of her bra-less tits. She removed the shirt and tossed it into the corner, showing off her 34C pert breasts in all their glory, her tiny pink nipples standing erect. She wasted no time in unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her smooth, slender legs; before kicking them off somewhere with her dainty little right foot. She wore no underwear, so her perfectly shaven pussy was clear to see. Her legs were parted slightly, and her pussy lips glistened with moisture.

Richard wasted no time, he stood quickly and tore off his clothes revealing his muscular body; he left only his boxer shorts on, which had quite a visible bulge in them as he had developed a semi, just looking at Emma's nakedness. 'I want to touch your cock; oh god do I need to touch your cock.' Emma spoke, her voice full of lust as she pulled him close and thrust her hand under the waistband of his boxers, grasping his dick with her perfectly manicured soft hands. 'Oh god! It's so big, I could cum just holding it. I need to see it.' Roughly she tore his boxers off, ripping them in two and throwing the material away; she fell to her knees in front of Richard's rapidly growing dick.

'Forgive me for being hasty; I need this.' She said as she opened her mouth and gobbled the entire length of Richard's fully erect 10 inch dick, taking it further into her throat than Richard believed possible. She began to frantically bob her head up and down his shaft, coating it with her saliva; she began to use her right hand to masturbate his shaft as she sucked; her other free hand disappeared between her own legs where she began to work her swollen clit; it was a matter of seconds before her first orgasm took her and she lost control, her body physically shook as the orgasm passed through her entire body from head to toe. Waves of pleasure caused her to nearly black out. When her orgasm finally subsided she spat Richard's dick out and stood to her feet again. 'Bedroom, now!' She spoke with lustful authority and Richard was only too happy to follow her tight little asscheeks towards the bed that she and Brad used to share.

She threw herself onto the bed and lay on her back with her legs spread as wide as they would go; which, was almost to the point of doing the splits. Her tight little pussy was dribbling at the prospect of being fucked and her pussy lips were fully rouged in anticipation. 'Fuck me Richard, fuck me with that big dick of yours!' She demanded. Richard clambered on top of her, being careful not to put pressure on her petite body with his own muscular body. He propped himself so he hovered just above her and pushed the head of his swollen cock up against her waiting pussy lips. She wrapped her legs tightly around his lower back and pulled him deep inside of her with one thrust; giving her another orgasm instantly.

As she thrashed and bucked with her second orgasm Richard began to fuck her at speed; his own cock hungry for pussy after not being very successful down in Wales, the only thing worth fucking had been the barmaid down at a local pub and she had only been good the first few times, but then he bored of her. In Emma he found the tightest, wettest pussy he had ever had, and she was so fucking horny. She wrapped her arms round his neck and pulled herself off of the bed letting Richard take her whole weight, which he easily could; she then proceeded to swing herself back and forwards pushing her pussy harder onto his cock every time.

She came and she came again, her pussy squirting out juices constantly; which ran in rivulets down Richard's thighs and splashed and soaked into the bed sheets. The headboard banged constantly against the wall, giving the neighbours something to listen to; but they probably had enough to listen to with Emma's moans and wails which were relentless as Richard continued to fill her with his dick; his balls slapping against her skin every time he thrust into her.

They fucked for about 10 minutes at that rate, Richard proud of himself for lasting so long; he felt his balls tightening as they prepared to unload all of his ejaculate. 'I'm gonna cum soon,' he muttered to Emma who still continued to orgasm, her pretty face coated with perspiration; she allowed herself one more orgasm before she unwrapped her legs and arms from Richard, his dick came freely from her pussy as she flopped back on the bed. He got it out just a second before his began to unload all over Emma's chest and belly. It was the most powerful orgasm he had ever had; he shot continually, even managing to shoot all the way up to her chin. By the time he had stopped cumming, Emma had his cum from just above her swollen lips, all the way up her belly, both her breasts and on her chin. Both collapsed on the bed and Richard felt himself falling to sleep.

3

Richard awoke to the sound of the shower being used in the en-suite bathroom; he lay there in peace for five minutes, replaying his sex with Emma in his head. He had wanted her for so long; she had been well worth the wait. Finally the shower stopped and he heard moving around in the bathroom for a few minutes before the door opened and Emma appeared, fresh and glowing from the shower, completely naked except for a towel which she had wrapped around her head to dry her hair.

'Hey there big boy.' She spoke as she perched on the edge of the bed.

'Hey.' Richard replied,

'I needed that, oh boy did I need that.' She continued, referring to the amazing sex session they had just both had.

'You and me both. Call me anytime you need a repeat.'

'I'll hold you to that;' she winked at him, 'can I fix you some dinner?'

'No thank you, I've got to get off,' he looked at her, 'I'm going to Skegvegas tomorrow, got to pack my stuff tonight.' Emma stiffened.

'What do you want to go there for?' She asked, defensively.

'I need to find that video, I want to know what happened to my best friend.'

'Please, don't watch it. I couldn't bear the thought of you losing your dick as well.' She pleaded with him.

'Don't worry, I'll be fine.' He said as he rose from bed and made his way into the living room to find his clothes. He dressed in silence and went back into the bedroom to say goodbye to Emma.

'Promise me you won't watch it.' She said as he was leaving.

'I can't do that, but I promise you, that in one week's time, my dick will still be here if you want it.' And with that, he left the flat, got into his car and went home to pack his bag for Skegvegas.

4

Richard arrived in Skegvegas at around 1pm Saturday afternoon; he knew his way to the beach house as he had been several times before, he knew Mike through Brad and so had been invited with the rest of them each time they went. The only reason he couldn't go last time was due to his trip to Wales. He got to the beach house at around 1.30 and parked his car in front of it. He noticed another car parked there and wondered who's it was. He had planned on breaking into it, but decided to knock now thinking that there may be someone already there.

He recognised the person who answered it immediately, it was Jessica, Mike's 19 year old sister; she obviously recognised him too as she smiled broadly in greeting. 'Hi, it's Richard isn't it? What are you doing here?' 

Thinking up quite a good lie on the spot he answered, 'I'm visiting family nearby and I just thought I'd drop by to see if Mike was staying here this weekend.'

'No, I'm sorry, he's not here this weekend, I'm here with a couple of friends from college.' She opened the door wider so he could see into the big, main room, where two of her very good looking friends were sat on the sofa drinking and watching TV.

'Oh, OK then, sorry.' He said and turned as if to walk away.

'Hey, you don't have to leave just yet do you? Seems pointless you coming all this way and not at least staying for a while. Come in for a drink or two.' She said, her deep blue eyes twinkling with what appeared to be mischief. Richard accepted the offer and followed Jessica's nice big ass into the beach house.

They sat around drinking steadily for a while, Richard was really enjoying himself; he sat there with an almost constant boner as he chatted with the three 19 year olds. All three were dressed in two piece bikinis due to the warm weather and all three were quite fuckable. Jessica was probably the best looking there; she had long brunette hair, amazingly big, surprisingly pert breasts; a nice big ass and amazing legs and feet. Tracy was a cute little redhead who had slightly curly long hair; tiny little tits and very slim waist; she had amazing slender legs and tiny little feet. The third girl was a nice busty black girl called Joanne, she was maybe a little chubby with huge tits and a nice big round ass. 

All three were very friendly and outgoingly flirtatious; several times Richard's muscular body was noted with a hint of admiration and longing. By around 4pm all four of them were fairly drunk, Jessica had already told Richard he was to stay and he could have Mike's room. Richard had accepted the offer. Now there was a game of truth or dare being played that was turning quite raunchy. The atmosphere was getting hotter and all four people were aroused.

'Richard, your turn.' Jessica said.

'Dare.' He replied, confidently and purposely cocky, hoping for a more risky dare. He wasn't disappointed.

'Show us your cock.' Jessica said before giggling, her other two friends gasped in a mock display of shock before they too began to giggle. The three girls didn't really believe he would. 

Richard stood to his feet and stood before Jessica before slowly performing a strip tease, teasingly taking off his shirt first, then slowly letting his jeans come down. He let Jessica reach out with a slightly shaking hand and pull down his boxer shorts letting his erect 10 inch pole spring proudly free. The other two girls had moved round so that they could see his dick too and now all three were sat, gawping at his dick. 'Wow.' They said in unison as Richard once again took his seat, under the continually watchful eye of the girls.

'Your turn now Jessica.' Richard spoke. She seemed to snap out of the trance she was in and she looked at Richard with lustful eyes.

'Dare,' she said softly.

'Please your two friends for me, make them cum and I will reward you all.' Richard liked this position of authority he had over the three 19 year olds. 'First you all must strip.' He watched, fighting the urge to grab his dick and masturbate as the three girls all removed what little clothes they had on in the first place. When they were all naked, the tension in the room was so sexually charged; all four people looked each other up and down appreciatively. Jessica was the first to break the almost magical stillness that had overpowered them all. She turned to Tracy and pulled her close to her, kissing her passionately and full on with her tongue; running her hands up and down her naked body, stopping to linger at her tiny little breasts, fingering her full pink nipples before moving her hand down her flat stomach to where her shaven pussy was.




The Ring



Stopping before she reached it she told Tracy to sit down and masturbate before she turned to Joanne, the black girl who's huge black breasts were almost entirely covered by her huge brown areola and even darker nipples. Her pussy region was not shaven entirely, she had a little patch of well trimmed hair that Richard found quite sexy. Jessica began to lick and suck Joanne's huge nipples, which Joanne in turn played with Jessica's huge tits. Tracy had sat herself down facing Richard and had spread her legs revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. Her tiny little feet rested on the floor with just the tips of her toes touching the ground and her legs were parted allowing a perfect view of her wet little snatch. She began to work her clitoris over with her middle finger while watching Jessica and Joanne.

Joanne meanwhile had also taken a seat on another sofa, her legs parted and Jessica's head in between them, giving her pink pussy a working over with her tongue. Licking her swollen clit before parting her dark pink pussy lips and pushing her tongue deep inside her wetness. From where Richard sat he could see Jessica's nice round ass staring straight at him, her tight little asshole puckered up and her pussy lips just visible through her legs. Tracy meanwhile decided to join in the action with Jessica and Joanne and so stood to her feet and knelt behind Jessica pushing her face into her ass and pussy from behind.

The pattern continued for a while until Richard noticed Joanne's breathing began to speed up and her moans became louder and louder until finally she was tipped over the edge by Jessica's probing tongue, giving her a powerful orgasm that shook her body and made her tits jiggle with delight. Her moan was deep and soulful. Her pretty black toes curled and dug into the carpet as she tensed and released all her muscles while she spasmed with joy. When she had finished coming, Jessica removed her face from her pussy, her face glistened with her girlfriend's juices. She turned and grabbed Tracy's face pulling her close and kissing her, tasting her own juices in the process.

Jessica pushed Tracy onto her back on the carpeted floor and spread her friend's legs, pushing her face down onto her shaven pussy, doing almost the exact same to Tracy as she had just done to Joanne; who was now sat on the sofa enjoying a post orgasmic glow and watching Jessica and Tracy with a little smile on her face. Tracy didn't last anything near as long as Joanne and soon her tiny body was shaking with a fierce orgasm that caused her to scream out Jessica's name over and over, as she pushed her friend's head harder into her pussy with her hands.

Richard's dick was throbbing now and he knew he wanted to get some action before he exploded, just as Jessica was lifting her head from in between Tracy's lags he stood and picked her up easily, with his hands on her ass, feeling his dick pushing up against her flat stomach he carried her over to the dining table and perched her on the edge; making her lay back he lifted her legs high up in the air; her pretty little feet rested on either side of his face. He wasted no time in pushing the head of his cock inside of Jessica's tight pussy which was dripping with moisture. He pushed about as much as she could take, which was around seven inches and them began to fuck her. She moaned softly with each thrust.

Glancing over his shoulder he noticed that Tracy was still laying on her back, but had moved closer to Joanne who still sat on the sofa, she was softly using her big toe to play with Tracy's clit, while she massaged her own huge tits. Turning back to focus on Jessica he grabbed her feet with his hands while he still fucked her and began to softly lick and suck each of her pretty little toes in turn, while massaging her feet. She was moaning louder now. 'Oh god! I'm cumming.' She moaned as she felt her body tremble as waves of euphoria began to pass through her voluptuous body. She grabbed her nipples with her hands and began to squeeze them as she came; she pushed herself even further onto Richard's throbbing cock and continued thrusting in order to sustain her orgasm. Her screams and moans died down to a few whimpers as her orgasm subsided.

Richard removed his cock from her pussy, it was coated with her juices. He moved over to where Joanne was now pushing her big toe softly in and out of Tracy's pussy. Joanne looked up to see Richard and smiled when he motioned at his dick for her. 'Do me in the ass please,' she spoke as she stood from her sitting position and turned around, thrusting her ass towards Richard and lifting one leg to rest on the sofa to allow easy access. Richard reached under and used some of Joanne's pussy juices to rub around her puckered ass hole before her moved forwards and pressed the head of his bulging dick up against her ring. Pushing softly he felt Joanne reposition herself slightly and relax her muscles so that he could begin to work his cock inside of her. She let out a moan as she felt her asshole being stretched and parted to allow his dick entry.

She relaxed her muscles so that Richard could slide as much of his cock inside her tight sphincter as possible. Slowly he began to fuck her, feeling her tightness gripping his cock hard and restricting his thrusting ability. Somehow Tracy managed to work herself in between Richard's legs and Joanne's so that she sat with her back pushing against the sofa and her mouth close enough to Joanne's pussy. She snaked her tongue out and began to tongue fuck her pussy while Richard continued to fuck her tight ass. Joanne quickly reached orgasm as Richard began to fuck her big black ass with a passion, feeling his own orgasm approaching as Joanne's orgasm caused her ass to squeeze even tighter on Richard's prick. He knew he was coming so he removed his dick from her ass and thrust it forwards into Tracy's willing mouth, she frenziedly sucked it until Richard felt his cum racing up his shaft and splashing into the back of Tracy's throat. She sucked and sucked like an expert, not spilling a drop of his seed as he pumped and squirted his load into the back of her throat.

Finally when he was spent, Tracy let his shrinking cock fall from her mouth and he went immediately to his bedroom for a rest. The time was around 5:30pm. When he awoke he checked his watch, it was 7pm. He took a moment to gather his bearings and remember he was in Mike's beach house bedroom and that he had just fucked Mike's 19 year old sister and her two friends. He stood and was about to go back into the front room to see what was happening in there when something caught his eye. Emma had mentioned that Mike had quite a collection of porn, and Richard had been told by Mike himself that there was quite a stash in here, but he had never thought there would be so much. He hadn't noticed it before, but there was a pile of at least 100 videos and Christ knows how many magazines that took up an entire corner of the room. He looked through the various titles and types; they ranged from foot fetish videos, to group orgies, to piss fetish videos, to just your regular run of the mill porno’s. There was an absolute mountain of the stuff.

One video caught Richard's eye though, it was the only unmarked video in the entire collection; it just seemed out of place. Without realising it, Richard had picked it up and put it in the video player that was in the room. He hesitated momentarily before pushing play because he knew that there was something not quite right with this video. But then curiosity got the better of him and he pushed play.

The screen was static for about 30 seconds and Richard was just about to turn it off and throw it away when all of a sudden the picture snapped into a perfect focus, crystal clear black and white shot of a naked Asian girl lying down on a double bed. She was the most amazing looking girl ever, petite and slim, she had small, pert breasts with big, brown nipples and her parted, slender legs revealed a tight, shaven pussy; she had arched her back slightly so that her tight, puckered ass hole was visible too. Her long, straight jet black hair fell over one of her eyes, but her other looked deep into the camera and Richard knew that she was looking directly at him as she moved her hands towards her pussy and began to masturbate. Richard found he was frozen in place as he tried to move to turn it off; the woman, who looked around 20 ish, was now playing with her clitoris and moaning softly. All the time she looked straight at the camera.

'Come fuck me!' She said in fluent English with only a hint of Japanese origin in it. 'Please, come fuck me in my ass.' Her beautiful full lips pouted seductively as she fingered her pussy with her right hand and slowly pushed the index finger of her left hand into her ass hole. Suddenly the picture went and the screen was once again full with static; Richard found that he could once again move and immediately ejected the tape from the player. Looking around him frantically he spotted his discarded mobile phone on the floor where he must have put it earlier. A feeling of great danger and dread washed over him as he saw the light go on the display screen and his mobile began to ring. He knew he shouldn't answer it and he tried to stop himself, but found he was unable to as he reached over and picked up the phone and pressed answer; lifting the receiver to his ears with a trembling hand, he heard the same voice he had just heard on the tape. 'In seven days, you will lose your sex organ'. Richard dropped the phone in horror.

5

He knew he must do something to try and lift the curse. But what could he possibly do? Where would he begin? The only possible thing he could think to do was to return home and to visit the public library and do an archive search of the newspapers to try and find people with similar conditions. He left the beach-house promising the three young women that he would return whenever they wished him to. They were all fairly busy with one another anyway, so Richard doubted he'd be missed much. He arrived home far too late for the library to be open, so he showered and got in bed; sleeping only for a few short hours as his dreams were haunted by the beautiful Japanese girl who had cursed him.

He got permission to use the newspaper archives in the library the next morning, and spent three hours searching in vain for other reported cases of missing sex organs. He found only one reported result, and that was the one of his friend Brad's. Feeling desperate he was just about to give up and go home, when the door to the archives room opened; it was the library assistant who had granted him access to the room earlier. He had told her that he wanted to look up cases of disappearing sex organs; she had looked baffled, but had granted him access anyway. She looked very sexy as she entered the room, very professional too. She had shoulder length, wavy hair, glasses on her face and deep red lipstick; her crisp, white shirt was all buttoned save for the top, yet her ample bust showed perfectly. She wore a thigh length black skirt with sheer black stockings and black high heels. She smiled in greeting.

'Your research topic baffled me,' she said, 'so I decided to look into it myself.' She paused and looked at him in a conspirational way and said quieter; 'there was nothing in the newspaper archives, but we have a stack of medical reports that are strictly off limits to the public. Here's one case that may interest you.' She said as she sat down opposite. She handed him a file. As Richard began to read the file that was on a Mr Kenneth Dolly, he caught a glimpse of the assistant removing her heels and massaging her pretty stockinged little feet. Despite his predicament he felt himself getting hard as he watched her rub her little toes and then flex them, wiggling them about a bit.

He realised he'd actually put the file down and was watching her feet intently, so flushed slightly when he lifted his head and saw that she was watching him with a little smile on her lips. She silently moved her right foot forward and began to stroke the inside of Richard's leg, parting her legs slightly, showing her stocking tops and bare thighs above, Richard could also see her black panties. She wasted no time in moving her stockinged feet up to his now fully erect cock; pausing only to allow him to release it from it's constraints. She immediately wrapped both of her smooth, sexy feet around his member, the feeling of her stockings on his dick was so nice. She looked him directly in the eyes as she began to work her feet up and down his shaft; her legs had parted and she was now busily working at her pussy with her fingers, Richard could only see the outline of her fingers though as her panties were still in the way.

Silently she got up from the seat and cleared all the junk and paper away from the table Richard had been working at with one fell swoop. She clambered quickly on top of it and got herself into a modified doggy position where her feet dangled over the edge at about Richard's cock height, and her ass pointed up in the air. Richard took the hint and stood behind her, allowing her to once again grip his cock with her feet. This time she began to slowly run the soles of her feet up and down his member, sending jolts of pleasure through his body every time she brushed the head of his cock. She also pulled up her skirt so that her ass was on display; Richard leaned forwards and teased her undies down with his hand, getting a perfect view of her puckered little ass hole and her pussy from behind.

As she massaged his cock with her feet she moved her hands so that one was under her body working on her clitoris; her other hand came on top where she began to tease her ass hole with her index finger. Finally she stuck her index finger inside her tight wet snatch, when it came back out it was coated with her juices. She used this to lubricate the entrance to her back passage before slowly pushing the entire length of her finger deep into her ass. She let out a soft moan as she felt herself penetrating her ring. Richard watched the display, mesmerised by the sight of this gorgeous, busty library assistant fingering both her pussy and ass, while giving him a footjob at the same time. All thoughts of the Asian woman had been pushed aside for the time being. As her speed increased on his cock, she managed to fit another finger into her ass and she began to masturbate in earnest; fitting three fingers in her pussy and working her clit with her thumb. Her soft moans quickly became louder and faster. Her feet worked more jerkily on his cock, which only managed to speed up Richard's own orgasm.

When they came, it was literally together; as the first wave of Richard's seed splashed out onto the sexy stockinged feet of his un-named assistant; she let out a deep wail of pleasure as a powerful orgasm overcame her; she shuddered and groaned through her orgasm, continually finger fucking her ass as she did. Finally they finished coming, and Richard almost instantly remembered his situation; he quickly picked up all of the information that he had gathered, not forgetting about the medical file on Kenneth Dolly, that one seemed to be quite a good lead. He thanked the assistant for all of her help; she had removed her ruined stockings and Richard realised that her bare feet were just as gorgeous as they were when in stockings. He felt his dick twitching with appreciation and had to physically force himself to decline her offer of another round. She looked disappointed, but then shrugged and waved goodbye to him. He knew where she was at least if he was to break the curse and keep his genitalia.

When he arrived home, it was late afternoon and he was incredibly worn out from all the worrying and sex; he sat down in a chair in his front room and studied the medical report on Kenneth Dolly in greater detail than he had done before. It turned out that Ken lived in the same City as Richard, which surprised him no end. He planned to get up the next morning and pay him a visit.

6

Richard's first impressions of Kenneth Dolly were that he was a quite scruffy, unkempt man, with straggly, greasy looking black hair, unshaven and his clothes were all crumpled and creased on his wiry looking frame. He greeted Richard with a non-committal, expressionless 'hello.'

'Hi, are you a Mr. Kenneth Dolly?' Richard asked, trying to hide his immediate repulsion for the man before him.

'Yeah, why?' He asked, a defensive tone in his voice.

Richard had thought up a lie to use the night before and so answered him confidently; 'I'm a reporter, we've recently done a story on a man who was reported to have lost his sexual organs, a Mr. Bradley Chegwin; we were wondering, seen as though it has been reported that you suffer the same condition; if we could have a few words with you.' Richard flashed him what he believed to be a friendly, paparazzi style smile, hoping to win him over.

'Sorry, I have no comment, all I will say is that it's a baffling condition and doctors are unable to figure out what to do about it. Now if that's all I would like you to leave.' 

He was in the process of shutting the door on Richard when Richard spoke out again, causing him to pause. 'What about rumours that a mysterious tape is connected with the condition?'

'Who said that?' Ken asked.

'Sources,' Richard replied. Ken hastily invited Richard into the house and then shut the door behind them. Ken's appearance was a reflection of his house, which had litter and assorted junk scattered everywhere, there was a damp, musky smell to the place too. Richard cleared a pile of old newspapers off of a seat and sat down on it.

'You're not a reporter are you?' Ken asked when they were both seated, 'you look fuck all like a reporter. You know about the tape, and I assume you've seen it, and now you want to know what you can do about it. Am I right?'

Richard tried to keep a poker face and not show his utter astonishment at how much Ken knew, but was unable to hide it. 'How the fuck do you know all that?'

'I can see it in you; the panic and desperation in your eyes. I have to say I can't pity you in the slightest.' Richard could hold it in no longer; the smug bastard had wound him up too much. He leaped from his seat and lunged at Ken, gripping him by the throat and spitting his words at him with venom.

'Where the fuck is she you smug motherfucker?! How do I break this curse? Tell me or I'll break your fucking neck you piece of shit.' Richard let go of his throat, feeling satisfaction as he saw the already red marks where his hands had gripped so tightly. Ken, being a cowardly character had tears of humiliation welling up in his eyes, he had to choke back a sob before he spoke. 

'I killed her! That's why she curses us all.' He wailed, looking at Richard desperately; 'I fucking killed her man! Why the fuck you think I'm cursed?'

Richard, surprised himself by not actually lunging across and killing this pathetic excuse for a man. He managed to keep a level voice as he spoke. 'Tell me everything, and tell me quickly. I don't have much fucking time.' Ken nodded and motioned for Richard to once again take a seat, he did.

'Her name is Assami;' he managed when the atmosphere had settled slightly, 'she's my ex-girlfriend.' He paused, not exactly sure how to continue; 'she dabbled in witchcraft and stuff like that; she was pretty fucked up. And she had the biggest sexual appetite ever, all she ever did was want to fuck. And if it wasn't me she was fucking, then she'd find someone else. When I told her I was leaving her, she went fucking psycho man. She cursed me, took away my sexual organs.' He dropped his trousers as proof. It was exactly as had been described to him. He had the anatomy of a Ken Doll. 'When she did that, I lost it.' He continued, 'I hit her with the nearest thing, which was a frying pan; knocked her flat out cold. Then I drove her deep into the country and dropped her in a well.' He was silent for a minute, 'I thought she was dead...' He trailed off. 'She had no family over here, anyone of her friends who ask me where she is; I just tell them she went home to Japan; I thought it was over; until I read in the paper about that Brad guy. Now you're here.. I guess she's not dead after all.'




The Ring



'Where is that well? I have to find it.' Richard demanded; Ken looked beaten, he told Richard whereabouts he'd dumped her. Leaving without thanks he returned home to pack some stuff for his trip to Barnton; a sleepy countryside village where Ken claimed he'd dumped Assami's body.

7

It was now the fourth day of the curse and Richard finally thought that this might be leading somewhere; he arrived in the village of Barnton at around mid afternoon time, and after driving all day he just wanted to check himself into a Bed and Breakfast and get some food and some rest. He stopped the car at the first one he came to. A small converted cottage with a rackety gate and paved walkway. He took his overnight bag from the car and walked up the pathway, knocking on the big oak door.

It was answered by a woman that Richard placed in her mid to late 30's; strikingly attractive and natural. Her natural blonde hair fell in curls over her full face, which beamed with a heart warming smile. She had a big, full body with seemingly huge breasts and a nice ass. She spoke with a country twang in her voice. 'Hello there; can I help you?'

'Yes, I was just wondering if you had any rooms to let for the night?' Richard spoke politely, trying not to stare at the woman's breasts, which were concealed by a tight fitting white top.

'Sure, sure, come on in.' She welcomed Richard into her home, busily making him a cup of tea and showing him a room which was nice and homely. After he had settled in, he made his way to the guest room, which was basically, the owner's living room. Richard guessed business wasn't exactly booming and that guests were few and far between.

'So then,' she spoke as she settled down next to him on a big comfy sofa, 'what brings you to our sleepy little corner of the world?'

'I'm here on business,' Richard replied, 'I'm in the agriculture business, and I'm here to look around the area and such.' Richard discovered he was getting quite good at lying lately. She bought the lie and they made small talk about everyday things for the next hour or so. Her name was Julie, Richard discovered, she and her husband had lived here all their lives, but her husband died a few years ago in a tractor accident. Since then she'd lived alone, renting out rooms to passers by for a bit of money and company. She came across to Richard as rather lonely, but also quite flirtatious, she was constantly leaning in close when they spoke and her hand kept brushing his lap.

'Oh yes,' she said after an extended period of awkward silence. 'It don't half get lonely up here sometimes,'

'I can imagine,' Richard said, sympathising.

You don't know the half of it,' she said, 'I haven't had a good hard fuck in three weeks since the last passer by came through. Oh, my vibrator's alright,' she said, turning to Richard and caressing his thigh, 'but it don't beat a good hard cock.'

Richard had been through enough this last few days to not be shocked by Julie's outburst; he felt his dick once again rising to the occasion as her soft hands moved towards his crotch. 'My pussy just aches to be filled,' she whispered, her voice becoming more sensual now. 'I'm in my sexual prime, I'm 36 year old and I get less cock than my old mother bless her. But you'll give me what I want won't you Richard?' Her hand touched his cock through the material of his jeans. 'I've seen the way you been looking at my tits.' She continued to stroke his dick through his jeans. 'They look even better without my top on.' She said finally as she stood to her bare feet in front of Richard and hooked her thumbs under the shirt, lifting it up over her head and tossing it off into the corner. Richard was shocked to see that her huge, gravity defying tits needed no bra in order to stay fairly pert on her chest. Her nipples were the biggest that Richard had ever seen, and her pink areola covered most of the huge globes that were her breasts. 

She unbuttoned her jeans and took them off, throwing them elsewhere, revealing a well maintained pussy, complete with a trimmed blonde bush. 'We country girls rarely wear underwear; it's the more natural thing.' She spoke 'So how about it?' She asked, 'can you give me what I need?'

'Definitely' Richard said as he stood to his feet, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of Julies full, voluptuous body, he stripped himself naked; revealing his throbbing 10 inch manhood. Julie took it in her warm hands and fondled it like she might do a precious trophy, her huge nipples becoming erect with the thought of what Richard would do to her.

'My bedroom,' she spoke as she turned around and headed towards her room; Richard followed her nice big ass all the way to her bed, where she turned around and manhandled him to the bed. He lay on his back with his cock facing skywards. Julie wasted no time in positioning her pink pussy lips over his member. As she lowered her warm, wet flaps over his head she let out a soft moan, scratching her nails down his chest, sending tingles through his body. Her 36 year old country pussy took his entire length easily, enveloping him with her moisture. She slowly began to rock back and forth on his cock causing her huge tits to swing back and forth in a pendulum motion. He reached his hand out and began to fondle her mammaries, playing with her gigantic nipples as she continued to use his cock to satisfy her cravings.

She moaned softly as she rode him, feeling his cock throb inside her, loving his warm fingers playing with her sensitive nipples. Her whole body came to life as her pussy got wetter and wetter with the anticipation of her orgasm. Richard noticed her speed up slightly as he began to rock his own body in motion with Julie's, her tits jiggling and wobbling on her chest now. She felt her orgasm rising from deep within herself, it was always so much better when she got the real thing; her clitoris was throbbing with pleasure as she continually ground it on his pubic bone. Her moans had become wails which filled the house as her orgasm took over her body and she began to tremble and shake. Her tits danced on her chest, bouncing and wobbling merrily as she was tossed about in the throes of pleasure. Her toes curled inwards and her nails dug into Richard's chest as she continued to thrash; her pussy squirting cum out, making her pussy sloppy and wet as she continued to ride his hard cock. Sweat poured from her due to the force of her orgasm, giving her body a shiny film of perspiration which looked especially nice on her breasts.

Finally she slowed to a stop, her huge tits stopped bouncing and resumed their more natural swaying motion; she still shuddered now and then with pleasure, but her pussy was too wet to feel anything now. Richard too found her pussy too wet to feel anything, Julie took the hint and lifted herself from his member, laying next to him and inviting him to mount her. He gladly did, thrusting his cock, which glistened with her juice between her huge tits, she squeezed them together. The juices, combined with her perspiration created a very nice feeling for Richard's cock which only managed to speed up his coming orgasm. He pulled his cock from her cleavage just seconds before he began to squirt his juices all over her beautiful breasts; coating her huge nipples with his cum, he squeezed every last drop of it onto her chest. She massaged it all into her skin, licking some of it up occasionally.

Finally spent, he collapsed next to her on the bed. Before he knew it he was drifting off, hugging up close to this homely country widow who he had just titfucked. He faded slowly into a deep sleep. 

8

Richard awoke the next morning in Julie's bed, surprised to find himself alone. It was the fifth day of the curse and he knew that he would have to go out into the countryside today looking for this well that Ken had told him about; the one where Assami was dumped into. That poor Japanese girl who'd wanted nothing more than a good fuck. Richard felt pity for the poor girl, and hatred for the bastard who did this to her. He knew that if he could only find where she was, there was a chance he could break this curse.

After laying in the empty bed for a few minutes, he decided to get up and go find Julie, tell her that he was going into the woods for the day to do some work. He stood naked and exited the bedroom, entering the living room; only to find it empty. The kitchen too was deserted, the only door in the house that was shut was the bathroom. He approached it slowly, not knowing whether or not Julie was inside. Being naked, he hesitated, not sure whether or not to go and dress before knocking. Eventually, he convinced himself to just knock and get it over with.

'Come on in, it's unlocked.' Came the familiar, country voice of Julie, the guest house owner. Richard pushed the door open and stepped inside; noticing with a hint of arousal that Julie was naked, in the bath. Now this wasn't just your ordinary household bath; Richard noticed, with approval that this was one big luxurious, very expensive bath. He guessed on first impression that you could fit four people at least into the huge, square shaped, marble coated bathtub. Julie lay, sat down on the underwater rim which was at about half depth. Her back rested on the back wall of the tub and her huge, gorgeous breasts bobbed up and down on the bubbling surface; bubbling due to the underwater Jacuzzi jets.

Her naturally beautiful face beamed with radiance, and her free flowing blonde curls fell lazily over one eye. 'Room for one more big boy' she said, noting with some amusement at how much Richard had 'grown' in the moment he'd had to appreciate her naked body in the bathtub.

Richard only had to think for a second that he'd have plenty enough time to fuck this outrageously sexed up 36 year old and still go out searching in the woods. He hurried across the bathroom toward the huge tub where Julie was. Wasting no time he jumped in next to her; the hot bubbling water feeling amazing on his body as he sat down to her level before manoeuvring next to her and beginning to fondle her huge breasts while they locked in a passionate kiss. As they continued to kiss he allowed his hands to work their way down her body towards her pubic region where he wasted no time in locating her swollen clit and began to massage it to her appreciative moans.

Eventually, the kiss ended and, taken by surprise, Richard felt Julie's wet hands atop his head; she pushed down and forced his head underwater and between his legs. At first he panicked, thinking she may be a crazy killer who planned to drown him, but then he took the hint that she wanted oral pleasure as she worked his submerged head towards her pussy. He had to work on his knowledge of women's private parts as he could not see a thing underneath the water due to a frenzy of bubbles from the jet stream. Via the use of his hands he found her opening and moved his mouth in to where he believed her clit to be.

He sensed her body tense up as he began to lick her clit, while he began to push three fingers inside her well accommodating pussy. Her pleasure was heightened due to the air bubbles being released from his mouth and rubbing up against her clit as they made their way to the surface. After a minute or so of his underwater oral pleasuring, he began to feel the need for air; yet Julie's hands kept him submerged, he guessed that she wanted an orgasm before she would let him breathe. She was bucking and thrashing underwater with the feeling of him pleasuring her pussy, but Richard was beginning to get desperate; he knew he must act fast, so, alongside tongue fucking her clit and finger bashing her pussy; he worked his other hand underneath her pussy to where her tight, puckered ass hole was. As he continued his desperate oral assault, he pushed his thumb up against the entrance to her ass and wasted no time in pushing it in, forcing the sphincter muscle to accommodate for the entrance.

Within seconds, he felt her body tense and then begin to wildly thrash and buck, her hands no longer just held his head in between her legs, they wildly rubbed his face up against her crack; sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. Her legs lifted so far that her pretty little toes came out of the water, curling with the orgasmic sensations that she was feeling. Poor old Richard felt himself fading away, feeling his consciousness slipping away, he pushed hard against Julie's hand, freeing himself and forcing his head from the water; gasping at the fresh air, and clutching at the brink of consciousness. Finally as he settled down, he became dully aware that he had the most throbbing, hard erection ever. His whole member was swollen and red blood pumped thickly through the veins; his head was a deep cerise. Just handling it sent waves of pleasure through his body.

He looked down at Julie, he had stood up as he jumped from the water; he now sat down next to her again, where she was just sat there, a faint smile on her lips; her cheeks flushed with the post orgasmic feeling. 'Sit there,' she said softly, pointing to the opposite said of the bath; Richard did as requested; Julie then stood to her feet, her glorious nakedness on display down to around mid-thigh where it was obscured by the bubbly waters. She spoke no words as she turned around and began to lower her amazing, full ass onto Richard's lap. 

Taking the hint, he grasped his cock firmly in hand and let Julie do the rest; she parted her ass cheeks with her hands and let Richard guide the head of his cock towards her puckered asshole. Richard could see none of it as his cock was just about covered by the water, but felt the sensations as his cockhead entered her tight, warm ass; feeling her sphincter muscles relaxing ever so slowly, to accommodate for his huge, swollen prick. Julie moaned softly as she felt herself being violated anally by this monster cock.

Finally, after a slow process of Julie relaxing her tight anal muscles, Richard felt himself fully inside; his balls touching her skin. Her ass was the tightest, warmest place where he had ever put his dick. He almost came at the snug feeling inside her. Slowly though, he began to thrust his length in and out of her ass; causing Julie to moan softly with every thrust. She was laid back on his chest now and he had wrapped his arms around her, placing each hand on one of her huge tits; softly playing with her nipples whilst he assfucked her. She had begun to play with her pussy; but decided that she needed something more. Reaching onto the shelf at the side of the bath, she grabbed a shampoo bottle which was cylindrical in shape and around the same length as Richard's prick, but twice as thick. That disappeared underneath the water, where Richard felt her shoving it deep inside her craving pussy. He felt it entering her pussy as his dick, deep inside her ass, felt the muscles shifting and accommodating for the bottle in the tunnel next to her ass.

He began to fuck her ass while she used her makeshift dildo to fuck her pussy; he fingered her nipples and squeezed her gigantic tits as he fucked her; closing his eyes and listening to her moans. All his worries forgotten about, no stress, no impending doom, only a deep feeling of satisfaction and pleasure; with a slowly rising feeling of an impending orgasm. Her moans gradually became louder as she brought herself to an orgasm with the bottle, coupled with the huge dick in her ass. Soon she was writhing and thrashing about on Richard's lap, in the throes of ecstasy; feeling waves of pleasure coursing through her voluptuous body. Her back arched on his chest and her face turned partially so that she could moan into Richard's ear, nibbling on the lobe softly in between moans.

Feeling Julie thrashing and bucking in his lap brought forward his impending orgasm and he too succumbed to the feeling of ecstasy; pumping and squirting his seed deep inside of her bowels. Filling her ass with his cum as he continued to thrust in and out of her; as he came and came, a never ending stream of fluid, Julie had a second orgasm, filling her pussy with the shampoo bottle and not holding back with her screams of pleasure; shaking and thrashing wildly in her lovers arms. Finally, both spent, Richard slowly removed his cock from his lover's ass and she stood and sat down opposite from him. 'You're the best fuck I've had in years, truly you are. How long are you planning on staying?'

'As long as needs be,' Richard replied, 'I need to go out and work for the remainder of the day and may not be back until early tomorrow morning.' Julie looked disappointed at the prospect of not seeing Richard for the entirety of the day.

'Well, tomorrow morning the milkman comes around to collect his weekly 'payment' from me; maybe you'd like to contribute before going back out into those woods to work.' She winked across the bathtub at him.

Smiling back he replied, 'We'll see how it goes.' With that he proceeded to wash himself in the water before getting out, drying and going to get a fresh change of clothes. Finally, at about mid-day, he was ready to go out looking for the well. Richard left the little village of Barnton on foot. Ken had said that the well was into the woods just outside the village; what he had neglected to mention however, was that the woods extended for miles to the North, East and West of the village. Feeling despair and fresh hatred for Kenneth wash over him, he nearly gave up and returned to the guest house.

Only grim determination to save his sex organs prevented him from doing so; reasoning that he had three days remaining and three compass points to explore, he decided to try going West as far and as deep as he could in search for the well, with the intention of taking the Northern route the next day. Wasting not a second more, he ventured into the wilderness, hoping to find the well and ultimately, break the curse that had befallen him.

Six hours later and Richard had found nothing, absolutely nothing. Desperate, cold and tired he decided that he had ventured just about far enough; thoroughly disappointed, he turned around and began the long, gruesome trek back to the village. It was turned 1am when he arrived back at the Bed and Breakfast where he was staying, luckily, out in the country people rarely lock their doors, and so Richard was able to gain entry to the house without waking Julie.

He decided that although he had shared a bed with Julie the previous night, he wasn't familiar enough with her to go and get in bed with her tonight, so he entered his own room, undressed and flopped to his bed; he was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

9

The sound of loud moans awoke Richard from his deep slumber; he wasn't sure where they were coming from and it took him a few moments to realise where he even was. It all came to him at once and he was momentarily alarmed at the sound of moans coming from the guest room area, maybe Julie was being attacked. He jumped from bed, and ran into the room, still naked, only to see Julie laid on her back on the carpeted floor. Her legs spread wide and lifted in the air, and a big, hairy, heavyset man in between her legs, pounding away at her at a furious rate. 

They both stopped suddenly as Richard's sudden entry, Julie's huge tits stopped bouncing around on her chest. 'Oh, Richard; we thought you were sleeping.'

'I was' he replied, unable to hide his immediate arousal at the sight of the landlady being roughly taken by who Richard assumed to be the milkman.

'You want to join in over here?' Julie asked

'What time is it?' Richard asked, suddenly concerned that he may have slept in.

'Why, it's half past twelve; I heard you coming in late last night, no wonder you slept so late.' Richard's eyes widened with shock, 'you going to join us then?'

'Shit!' Richard exclaimed, 'no, sorry, I've lost too much time as it is.' He turned to go back into his bedroom; the milkman just shrugged and resumed roughly fucking Julie.




The Ring



She opened the jewel encrusted box. Inside nestled in a red velvet backing was a simple golden ring. There was some strange writing on the inside of the band. The ring seemed like it was really old. 

Once the ring was settled on the ring finger of her right hand she felt a mild jolt of electricity that flowed from her finger through her body. It seemed to nestle in her private parts. Her nipples became erect and her clitoris became engorged with blood. She felt her vagina begin to flex and her pussy juices began to flow. 

"Holy crap, I'm horny as hell." She thought. She had found the ring in her grandmother's house while going through her things after the funeral. She knew her grandma Mimi had a wild youth. She had a series of happy marriages and died in her own bed at the ripe old age of 96. 

Next to the jewelry box was a hand written envelope with her name on it. It looked like Mimi's handwriting. She opened the envelope using a long French manicured nail. Inside was a letter.

Dear Allison;

This ring has been our family for generations. I always meant to give this to your mother but she passed before I could. You could say this is a magic ring. My mother told me that the ring was created by a group of druids and it somehow wound up in our family generations ago. This ring will help you to find your true love. It will also help you to become more attractive to the opposite sex. You may find yourself in some situations that you wouldn't ordinarily be in as it has some side effects on the wearer. You will know when you find your true love when you can take off the ring. As long as you wear the ring you can not get pregnant. I have worn the ring 3 times in my life and enjoyed it every time that I did. 

Love you always 

Mimi

"What a load of crap." She thought. "I guess grandma was losing it towards the end. " She said to herself. Allison was a successful defense attorney in Hartford Connecticut. Her grandmother's 7,000 square foot house was perched on a rocky promontory in the town of Westport Connecticut and was worth around $3,000,000. Her grandmother Mimi had married 3 times to three wealthy men. She had left all of her assets to Allison. There were two other houses one in Aspen Colorado and one on the island of Bermuda. There was also a healthy portfolio of savings and stocks totaling about $5,000,000. 

At word of her grandmothers death Allison had taken a three month sabbatical from work. In all reality she would never have to work again and could live comfortably from the dividends paid out by her grandmother's stock portfolio. In two weeks Allison had gone from owning a $250,000 condo with $120,000 mortgage and $3,000 in the bank to being worth well over $10,000,000. She planned to move to Mimi's house and sell her condo in Glastonbury.

Allison was a good looking woman with hazel eyes that tended to change color with her moods. Sometimes they looked brown and sometimes they tended towards blue or grey. She was a tall woman at 5'8" and 130 lbs. She worked out a lot and was a natural 36c cup. Her 39" legs were in good shape as she used the elliptical training machine at the gym for an hour 5 times a week. She also trained with weights four days a week.

That was something she didn't need to do anymore as her grandmothers house had a gym rivaling the one that she went to. It also came with a personal trainer that her grandmother had come in three times a week. Her grandma had been in great physical shape and looked like a woman in her early 50's rather than the 96 years she really was. 

She put the note back in its envelope and tried to take off the ring. It wouldn't come off. She pulled and tugged and finally gave up. She closed the drawer containing the jewelry box and the note. It was a gorgeous day out, but it was hot. Her grandmother had a dock with a 28 foot Bayliner motor boat moored to it. 

The house was built on a rocky shore about 35 feet above the Long Island Sound. The rock had been blasted out to build the house which was hidden from view of any neighbors except those with boats out on the sound. The front of the house was a wall of triple pain glass giving a gorgeous view of the Long Island Sound. 

Allison decided to change into her Hunter Green Brazilian Halter Tie Bikini. It was cut high on the sides and had very little to cover her well defined buttocks. With a 36c-26-34 figure on her 5'8" frame she looked very hot. The suit, when wet, was see through. Even dry her nipple tips were clearly visible poking through the tight top and you could see the outline of her pubic hair cut in a v shape arrowing down towards her pussy.

She pulled a Mets baseball cap over her long black hair, put on a pair of RayBan sunglasses, threw a six pack of Heineken beer in a cooler with some ice from the freezer and ran down the steps carved into the face of the huge rock leading down to the dock.

Her tits bounced, and her well muscled legs and but cheeks flexed on the way down to the boat. She had grabbed the keys to the boat before throwing on a white tee shirt over her bikini. 

She started the engine and cast off the lines holding the boat to the dock. She backed out and turned facing towards Long Island. She shifted into drive, adjusted the plain for the inboard MerCruiser Bravo 320hp engine and put on some throttle. It was a hot, sunny and calm day on Long Island Sound. The waves were small 1-1/2 feet at most. She headed down the shoreline towards Norwalk and Sheffield Island. 

When in high school there used to be really large keg parties on the small island off the coast of Norwalk Connecticut. They would have huge bonfires, someone would usually get hurt, and drugs were never a problem to get there. Now it was a bird sanctuary and you were not allowed to camp there overnight.

She pulled up to a flotilla of five boats. They were all side by side and roped together to form one big party platform. She saw there were about 10 or 11 young guys. They looked to be high school and college kids back for the summer. Most had good tans and looked to be physically fit. There were a couple of guys that looked kind of out of shape and pasty. She figured these were friends of the people with the boats. 

She felt a little tingle from the ring on her finger. It felt like some drug was injected into her system and she was seeing little sparkles floating in front of her eyes. Her nipples became erect and were clearly visible through the thin halter top and tee shirt she wore.

Normally she would have driven by these guys as she was a 26 year old attorney and would never think to hang out with a group of drunken high school and college kids.

"Ahoy the boats! Can I join you guys?" She yelled over.

"Shit yeah honey! Come on over." Someone yelled to her.

She pulled her 28 foot boat parallel to one of the outside boats and threw a line over to a well tanned athletic looking guy. He caught the line in midair, a Budweiser in one hand, his shoulder muscles flexed as did his stomach when he caught the line. Something was happening in her reproductive organs. There was a gurgling sound as her juices started to flow and she could feel her vagina flexing under the thin material of her bikini bottom.

The guy looked to be 19 or 20 with a great body she thought as he tied her boat to his much smaller 18 foot SeaRay motor boat. He had a 150 horsepower out board Johnson motor. He moved to the stern and she threw him her stern line. She looked at his Johnson, not the motor, as it made a clearly visible outline in his boxer style bathing suit.

She was tied snugly to the SeaRay. Her boat was a good foot and a half foot higher than any of the others so she could look down into all the other boats. Each boat had a couple of guys in it. The center boat was some type of larger Boston Whaler with a center console where the navigator could stand or sit to steer the craft. It was packed with coolers of beer and a boom box was playing rock music. 

She looked over to the young man who had tied her boat up to his. "I'm Allison, and you are?" She asked boldly devouring this hunk of man meat behind her RayBan covered eyes.

"I'm Shaun. Do you want a beer?" He asked. He was obviously studying her through his own sunglass covered eyes. 

"I have my own, thanks." She said digging into her cooler of Heinekens. She dug one of the ice cold beers out and held it against her forehead. The cold water from the melting ice in the cooler left a wet spot on her forehead. She took the beer and used the opener that was attached to the console next to the steering wheel. It opened with a pop and a hiss. She took a swig of the cold beer. Her arm brushed her right breast making it jiggle as she drank her beer. "It sure is hot." She said. "You want to go for a swim?" 

"Sure, let's do it." Shaun said. 

Allison moved to the stern of the boat and bent over to let down a ladder that led to the swim platform allowing someone to climb out of the water and back into the boat. As she bent over, the thin material of her bikini bottom outlined the lips of her pussy. The small triangle of material covering her but had been sucked into the valley between the cheeks of her ass as she was steering the boat. The twin globes of her rock hard ass flexed as she unhooked the clip holding the ladder and dropped the ladder into the water. 

"I hope he likes the view." She thought to herself. She pulled off her tee shirt and dove into the water. It was chilly, but not cold. There was a warm layer of water maybe two feet deep. Below that it was much colder. It helped to cool her burning pussy. 

"Maybe the ring is magic." She thought. She was feeling mighty horny as Shaun made a graceful dive that brought him up beside her when he surfaced. They looked into each others eyes as they bobbed in the 35 foot deep water. She could feel an electric shock and a smoldering heat coming from his sparkling brown eyes. She still had her sunglasses on but he had taken his off. 

He moved closer, cocking his head to the side, his arms and feet waving as he tread water. Their lips met. She felt what she thought was an electric charge coursing through her body settling in her vagina. The cold water on her hot pussy felt really strange. His tongue swept into her mouth overpowering her. She started to sink as she had stopped moving her arms and legs. He followed her down. They were lip locked. She grabbed the back of his head pressing his lips hard to her own. She sucked hard on his tongue. She began to realize that she needed to breathe. 

She opened her eyes and began to kick towards the brightly lit surface of the water. His eyes were still closed, his arms wrapped hard around her upper body crushing her breasts to his muscled chest. She didn't want to stop kissing him but she needed a breathe of air. She began to wave her arms and kick her legs as she struggled to pull him towards the surface with her.

His eyes opened. Their lips parted and they both swam to the surface. "Come to my boat." She whispered upon surfacing.

"Yeah." He said.

His hand was on her ass helping to climb the ladder onto the swim platform on the stern of her boat. Her Brazilian style bikini bottom was now more like a thong. The thin material was compressed into the crack of her ass. His hand massaged her ass as she put both feet on the bottom rung of the ladder. She leaned back into him. His right arm was on the ladder and his chest was against her back so she couldn't fall into the water. Both of her hands were on the ladder her long black hair hung down behind her dipping into the water. She turned her head over her shoulder and kissed him hungrily. Their tongues did a tango moving back and forth from her mouth to his. "Hurry up; I want to show you my cabin." She said breathlessly as she climbed the ladder.

Her long legs stretched as she climbed; the muscles in her arms and legs flexing on her way up the ladder. She could feel the muscles in the cheeks of her ass expanding and contracting as she climbed. The sun hitting her exposed ass warmed her, making her pussy hotter and wetter than before.

She climbed over the stern wall of her boat and stood up proudly. Her breasts and pubic hair were clearly visible through the thin material of her bikini. She turned to watch Shaun climb over the same railing with an obvious bulge in his bathing suit. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. The bulge of his dick was pressing against her thigh. She could feel heat coming from his dick as they kissed. She wrapped her right leg behind his left one leaning back as they kissed rubbing her flaming hot cunt against his erect penis. She was grinding her pussy lips over the length of him. She could feel the head of his circumcised dick rubbing against he erect clit. 

She heard some whistles and cat calls coming from the other boats tied to hers as the 10 young men looked on with lust in their eyes. Allison waved and grabbed Shaun's ass pulling him closer to her. It felt like there was nothing between her pussy and his dick. There was just a burning heat coming from both sets of sexual apparatus.

She unwrapped her leg from behind his and slid down his body to her knees in front of his bulging crotch. She slid her hands down his well muscled body and grabbing the sides of his bathing suit pulled it down. His cock sprang out at her. 

"Here, take these." Shaun said handing over her RayBans. She hadn't even noticed that she had lost the $200 glasses in the water. She put the glasses on as her mouth took in the head of his dick. It wasn't huge but it looked beautiful and was in perfect proportion to the rest of his well sculpted body. Her tongue flicked at the under side of the glans of his penis as she sucked. She brought her right hand up and began jerking him off while the head of his dick was being sucked and licked. 

He put both hands in her long black hair and began to fuck her mouth. They had a rhythm going now. Her hand slid down with her mouth in perfect unison as he moved his hips forward. She had her left hand on his flexing but. His cock tasted like the sweetest candy to her as she sucked the pre-cum from his dick head. 

She could hear nothing but the music coming from the boom box on the other boats tied up to hers now. Shaun began to grunt. "That's it baby." He said. "Suck my cock, oh yeah that's the way. Don't stop doing that! Oh man I'm going to cum! I want to cum on your face!" He almost yelled this. 

She could feel the cheeks of his ass tightening up. His whole body became rigid. She stopped sucking and continued jerking him off as she leaned back and looked up at his face. He had a strange grimace on his face as he groaned. His head was tilted back and he was looking up into the sky with his eyes closed. His hands were pressing hard against the side of her head grabbing her silky black hair in two fists. 

She looked into the head of his cock watching for the white hot cum she knew was making its way towards her. His dick was flexing trying to escape from her pistoning hand. 

A hot load of white hot jism shot onto her forehead. It felt like someone had thrown warm Jell-O against her with a lot of force. Another shot hit her square on the lens covering her right eye and began dripping onto her cheek. Another shot hit her hair. The white globs of cum like sugar coating on the black of her hair. She forced his dick down and another shot hit her chest sliding down the valley between her tits.

She put her mouth over the head of his dick as her right hand continued to jerk him off. She began to suck harder as she swallowed all of the male nectar shooting down her throat, filling her mouth and coating her tonsils. His cum tasted sweet. She continued hungrily sucking the next four shots of his sperm. She wanted more. "Don't stop!" She thought to herself.

Her eyes were closed and she continued jerking his cock. She milked every drop of cum out of it that she could. She looked up at his face that was now looking down into her cum covered face and sunglasses smiling with a sparkle in his eyes. His dick was half erect when she let him slip from her mouth. She continued to jerk his dick, her fist had cum dripping down it; down her forearm towards her elbow. Looking up at him she licked her arm scooping his cum with her tongue. She smacked her lips and swallowed it down. She began to lick her cum covered fist. She sucked and licked herself clean. He was now hard again.

"You look so fucking hot covered with my cum." He said. His 7 inch dick was now rock hard again.

She looked to her right. All ten guys were now in Shaun's boat watching the show. She continued jerking Shaun with her right hand. She was still on her knees. One of the other guys had a video camera and was filming her. 

"Shaun," she said loudly, "I want more cum. I love the taste and the feel of a hard cock spurting into my mouth." The sunlight sparkled off of the cum in her hair. She stopped jerking Shaun's dick and seductively took of her RayBan sunglasses. She looked directly into the camera that was zoomed in on her beautiful face. There was a blob of cum still on her cheek as her tongue snaked out and she began to lick up the cum covered lens of her sun glasses.

"I want more cocks." She said looking directly at the red light of the video camera. She put her RayBans back on and untied the halter top from behind her neck. Shaun was now stroking his own cock as her beautiful tits were exposed to the sun. Her nipples stood proudly at attention in the afternoon sun. The cum on her face was now mixing with little beads of sweat and there was sweat mixing with the cum drying between her tits.

"Come on over boys I want to suck some more cocks." She said seductively as she entirely removed her halter top.

There was a mad rush and the boat began to rock as 10 horny young guys basically leaped into her boat. The kid with the camera kept filming. He had moved so that the sun was behind him. 

She stood up and began to dance to the Jumpin' Jack Flash Rolling Stones song that was playing over the boom box in one of the boats. 

Her breasts were free and there was still cum in her hair. Her bikini bottom was see through and they could clearly see the vee shape of her groomed pubic hair. She was shaking her ass and began to rub her hand on some of the guy's crotches. Shaun was standing still with his mouth open and stroking his cock as she began to rub her ass against him.

He grabbed her by the waist with his hands on either side of her and slid her bikini bottom down her legs. He had to kneel to do this. She lifted one foot and then the other as she stepped out of her bikini. Shaun shoved his face into the world class ass that was now facing him. He began to lick the crack of her ass. She tasted of salt water and pussy juice. 

His tongue moved down tracing a route from her asshole to her now soaking pussy. She was standing bent over shoving her ass back onto his face as his tongue found her soaking vaginal opening. She was breathing heavily. "Come on someone give me a cock to suck." She ordered the young men.

There was a flurry of activity as 10 pairs of shorts hit the deck. The youngest guy was seventeen and the oldest 22. There were big cocks and medium cocks. No one was really huge and no one was really small. Shaun had probably the widest cock she thought. 

She was now sucking a cock in her mouth and jerking one with each hand while shoving her dripping cunt onto Shaun's tongue and face. "Fuck me Shaun!" She ordered around the cock in her mouth. He stood up and grabbed his dick with his right hand. He slid it up and down between the engorged lips of her pussy until he felt the tight opening rim of her vagina. He slid it in.

She was so wet he went in no problem. She was also really tight. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. In this position the guy in front of her had to time the push of his hips to the opposite of Shaun. She was jerking two guys, sucking one and getting fucked hard now from behind. Her eyes were closed. Every time Shaun would pound into her from behind it would force her forward. The guys cock in her mouth was being shoved down her throat sometimes hitting her tonsils and making her gag. She had spit and pre-cum dripping down her chin as she tried to suck the cock in her mouth for all she was worth. The guy she was jerking off on her right began to moan.




The Ring



"I'm gonna blow." He said his body tensing up. He began to shoot his load. He was not a squirter so his come just flopped out of his dick and ran down her fist and forearm. The guy in her mouth began to moan and he pulled out. He was stroking his cock and his cum was shooting and dribbling into her hair and onto her nose. Shaun was fucking her for all he was worth now. Her whole body was shaking with the force of his fucking. His balls were slapping against her cunt and she could feel the head of his dick hitting her cervix. Her tits were shaking in time to Shaun's hip thrusts. The guy she was jerking off with her left hand began to cum too. His cum shot out of his dick like a bullet hitting her shoulder and left breast.

"Come on guys. I want more cocks." She moaned. She felt a warmth building in her pussy. It began to move outward from her cunt and suddenly her body was shaking and she could feel her asshole and pussy clenching down hard on Shaun's dick. His cock began to spasm in her vagina. She could feel the cum explosions from Shawn's dick as he came deep inside her. 

The juices from her cunt and Shaun's cum were now squishing out of her pussy and dripping onto the deck of her boat with each forward thrust of Shaun's dick. He was moaning and someone shoved a dick in her mouth. Both her hands were free now and she began to jerk off the cock in her mouth with one hand rolling the balls with her other hand and sucking as hard as she could on the head of the dick in her mouth. 

He began to shoot into her hungry mouth. She continued jerking and sucking him. She swallowed a mouthful of cum. There was too much though so she spit out the dick in her mouth, and coughed out a mouthful of cum onto someone's foot and the deck of her boat. 

She felt Shawn slip out of her pussy and someone else's dick force its well lubed way into her cum soaked cunt. She told whowever was fucking her to lay down. 

He did. She sat on his cock in the reverse cowgirl position and rocked back and forth and pushed her hips up and down at the same time. Whoever he was, she had him positioned for hitting her G spot. She had another orgasm while someone was jerking off shooting his cum into her hair. She looked up and there was another cock shooting off hitting her right in the sunglasses and her face. 

She felt something wet on her ass and looked back to see Shaun shooting Coppertone Sun block onto her asshole and his once again erect penis. She continued to fuck the cock in her pussy as she felt the head of Shaun's dick press against her asshole and force his way in. 

She could feel the dick in her cunt and the dick in her asshole hitting each other separated by a thin layer of sensitive skin as they moved in and out of her body. It felt unbelievable. She was coming again and she felt more cum hitting the back of her head, running down her back. She was in heaven. Her pussy and asshole became one huge source of heat and fire. Her orgasms were now nonstop. 

She held her body up with her hands as she rocked on the two cocks now in her body. She felt more cum hit her head and hair. The dick in her vagina began to shoot cum high into her pussy. She could feel the heat of the cum when it hit the walls of her vagina and shot against the opening leading to her cervix. Shawn was having another orgasm shooting into her now well loosened asshole.

She could feel the heat of the cum from his spasming dick as it shot into her bowls. It was such an intense feeling that she began to pee. She pushed her self up onto her knees and pissed like a race horse onto the guys cock and balls beneath her. She heard the guy say "Oh shit! She's pissing on me." Her urine was soaking the deck of her boat and Shawn had pulled out of her. She could feel her urine shooting out and splashing against her knees and thighs as it the deck of her boat.

She was still orgasming while she was pissing. There was another dick shooting directly into her face. Cum was dripping down her forehead, plastered on her cheeks; it was running in rivulets down onto her erect and puffy nipples. She looked like a total cum slut. There were strings of cum frosting her dark black hair. Her legs were soaked with her own juices and urine. The deck of her boat was sticky and wet beneath her with cum, urine and her own juices. 

She looked up to see the kid with camera jerking his dick with one hand while he was on his knees. He had the camera aimed up into her pussy. She could see her pussy lips upside down on the little LCD video screen. The lips of her cunt were swollen and almost purple. There was a white watery fluid dripping out of her cunt. She tightened up the muscles of her vagina and anus and cum oozed out of both holes. She could see this clearly on the screen of the camera. 

With that picture the camera guy blew his load shooting it onto the deck of her 28 foot boat. She sat back on her haunches with her hands on her knees and looked around at the 11 guys whose cum was on and in her. "Well." She thought, "That was certainly different." Considering that she had never been with more than one guy at a time she felt that this was an understatement. 

"Well guys I have got to go." She said. When she stood up she noticed that there were 3 other boats circling the flotilla. There were another 8 guys on those boats. "What the hell did I just do?" She said to herself. "This was not a good thing for a defense attorney to do." "Okay you guys back to your own boats." She commanded as she pulled her bikini bottom up her shapely legs and positioned it over her pubic mound. She looked around and pulled on her still dry white tee shirt. 

"Shit." She thought someone came on my tee shirt. She put it on anyway. It adhered to the cum drying all over her body. Her nipples and areola were clearly visible. The young men were all pulling their bathing suits back on and climbing over the railing of her boat back to the flotilla. 

She started her engine and Shaun untied her lines throwing them each back to her. "What's your number?" He asked.

"Sorry Shaun I don't think I should give that to you." She said and pulled away covered in cum heading back to her grandmother's house. She wondered about the ring and tried to take the damn thing off. It was still stuck firmly on her hand. "Jeeze I may be pregnant." She thought. She was on no birth control and she had two guys cum dripping into her bikini bottom from her pussy and asshole. "I sure hope grandma was right about the ring." She thought to herself. 

The hot blowing wind was turning her drying hair into a cum knotted mess. Her tee shirt was also sticking to her cum splattered body. She would be home in another ten minutes and she was planning to get the ring off of her finger somehow before something really bad could happen to her.

(To be continued)



The Ring & The Devil



All rights resereved. Copyright January 10, 2008 by Ardor. The following story is intended for personal use by adults only. No reproduction either digitally or in print is permitted without the expressed written consent of the author. By downloading this story the reader professes to be an adult and that the material is legal in the area in which the reader resides.


Chapter 1

"As far as I'm concerned I could stay this way forever."

I remember saying those words like it was yesterday. It was far from yesterday though... And just the beginning of my adventure.

My friend Betty invited me to stay at her family's cabin by the lake for spring break. I love the outdoors and not only didn't I have the money to go anywhere else but I was looking forward to the quiet of woods. School had been so hectic that I needed a break. I figured a nice quiet week or two off was just what I needed. So Betty and I tossed our stuff into the back of her car and hit the road.

I was in trouble almost from the start. We hadn't gotten two hours into the trip and suddenly I had to pee like a race horse.

"Betty how far are we from the nearest exit?" I asked.

"Probably a half an hour or so. We're pretty far out already, why?"

"I have to pee," I said with an unhappy look on my face.

"No big deal I'll just pull over you can go on the side of the road."

"No way!" I said almost shocked. "Someone will see."

"Oh come on," she said almost annoyed, "Have you seen another car in hours?"

"Well, no," I admitted.

"So then don't worry about it." She said as she pulled over.

When the car stopped I got out and suddenly realized that I was wearing jeans. I would have to take them off or I'd probably piss all over them. When I hesitated Betty got out of the car and looked at me over the roof.

"Now what's wrong," she asked.

"I'm wearing jeans!"

"Oh come on, I wanna get to the lake sometime this year. I'll watch out for you." She said as she slammed the door and walked around to my side of the car.

She took my hand and lead me into the bushes by the road side. She found a spot behind some tall shrubs and trees and just looked at me. The impatient look on Betty's face gave me the courage to get on with it. She was standing a few feet in front of me and my back was to the road. I kicked off my shoes and then started to unbutton my pants. Then I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and pulled both my pants and my panties down and off. I saw Betty's eyebrows go up when I squatted down.

"Here give me those." She said as she reached down for my pants and panties. "You're getting them dirty."

Now I was squatting totally bottomless in front of my best friend and about to pee. I felt my face redden but my need to pee over took my embarrassment. I tried to relax and let nature take it's course. I closed my eyes, leaned back against the tree and felt it coming. Before long the damn burst and I was peeing full force. Right in the middle of it I opened my eyes and looked up at Betty. She wasn't looking out at the road. Her eyes were focused intensely on my pussy. I felt myself redden all over again but I also felt something else. Something I wasn't at all familiar with. I tried to ignore it and finish up so I could get my pants back. I squeezed out the last few drops and looked around for something to wipe myself with. Betty reached up and grabbed a few leaves off of the tree and said, "Here." I spread my knees a little wider and wiped myself slowly. It was harder then I thought being that leaves aren't nearly as absorbent as toilet paper. When I was done I looked up at Betty. Her nipples were as hard as stones poking out of her T-shirt right at me. I was about to say something when I heard a noise behind her. To my ears it sounded like someone stepping on a stick as they walked through the woods. I totally freaked and just bolted towards the car. I ran straight to the door and pulled on the handle. It was locked! It was friggen locked! In my panic all I could think of doing was yanking on the handle over and over again. Suddenly I heard a beep and the door opened when I yanked on the handle. I jumped in the car and crouched down in the seat. The car thumped and then Betty opened the driver's door and got in. Without a word she started the car and we drove off.

I just sat there with my hand over my pussy and my legs crossed at the ankles until my panic faded and my mind started working again. I suddenly realized that I was wet and it wasn't because I just pissed! What the hell is that about I thought? We were about five minutes down the road by now.

"Betty, where are my pants?" I asked.

She laughed and said, "Since you like streaking so much I just tossed them in the trunk."

"You did what!" I said in disbelief.

"Oh relax, if you weren't so uptight in the first place you wouldn't be sitting here half naked now. Besides we're so far out now that we won't see another person until we leave to go home. And even if we did they can't see anything unless you stick your ass out the window."

For some odd reason my mind pictured the unusual position I'd have to get into in order to stick my ass out the window. I just started cracking up and before long Betty joined me.

"Oh my god!" I said still laughing. "I'd have to be a contortionist to do that."

"Yeah," she said laughing, "Like you could even do that!"

"Hey! I do yoga three times a week you have no idea the positions I can get into!"

"Uh huh, sure you can Donna," she said with a condescending half smile.

I admit, I sat back in my seat and just pouted for a few minutes. I have no idea why. Why did I care? Why was it pissing me off so much that Betty thought I couldn't stick my ass out a car window? It was stupid and childish but I found myself saying, "Oh yeah! Watch this!"

I rolled the window all the way down and got up on the seat on all fours. My ass was just a little to low to fit out the window so I backed up. I found myself with my right foot on the floor so that I could raise myself up and my left leg bent at the knee for balance. Positioned this way I leaned forward, moved back and my ass went right out the window. My eyes flew wide open and I said, "Ohhhh..."

"What?" Betty asked.

"The, um, wind is, it feels good."

"Really," she asked with a smile, "then go on, do what you have to I won't tell anyone."

I looked at her like she had just offered me a plate of golf balls covered in peanut butter and anchovies but after a few seconds my hand actually started to reach for my pussy. I had just lightly touched my clit when I saw headlights coming in the opposite direction. I dove down flat on the seat and found my face in Betty's lap. She petted my head and said with a smile, "Oh baby, I had no idea you went that way."

I laughed at her, bit her thigh and sat up.

"Ouch! That freakin' hurt," she said rubbing her thigh.

"Oh please, I didn't bite you that hard. Besides I know you like it rough. I heard you having sex with your ex."

"Oh that," she said with a smile, "it wasn't me who liked it rough. It was David, if you know what I mean."

"Um, no, I'm not sure that I do."

"Well he got off on me being a little dominant."

"No way," I said stunned, "what did you two do?"

I was sitting with my back resting on the passenger door. My right leg was on the floor and my left leg was bent at the knee so that I was sitting on my foot.

"He used to like it when I spanked him."

"Really," I said in a quiet voice, squirming so that my asshole rubbed against my foot.

I had leaned back and arched my back just a bit. My right hand

rested on my thigh but it was inching closer to my pussy as I thought about Betty spanking David.

"Yeah, promise never to tell anyone?" She asked.

"I swear I won't say a word as long as you promise to keep this," I motioned at her with my naked hips, "A secret."

"Deal, "she said smiling. "He liked me to force him to strip naked and call him a bad, naughty boy. Then I'd make him bend over my lap and spank him."

"Mmmmmm," I moaned.

My hand was lightly stroking my pussy now.

"Once, I even... Swear never to breath a word about this?"

"I swear, I swear," I said breathing a little faster.

"Once I even fucked him up the ass with a strap-on!"

"No way!" I said in disbelief.

"Yep! Buggered him but good and he loved it!"

"Tell me about it, please." I begged with two fingers slipping deep into my pussy and my thumb rubbing my clit.

"I made him strip naked and then I tied his hands behind his back. Then I made him undress me with his teeth. It took him forever and got me so fucking hot to watch him struggle with my clothes as his hard cock bounced up and down."

"MMmmm," I moaned while rubbing my pussy.

"After I was naked I strapped on my cock like it was a gun belt. Then I picked him up and threw him over the edge of the bed.

I was so fucking turned on!"

"Oh yeah," I said leaning back just a bit so that my head was out the open window.

"Then I picked up the tube of lube. I wanted so badly to fuck him like the little slut he was but I also wanted to make him beg for it. So I squeeze some lube out on my finger and then spread his ass. I caressed his little hole with my slippery finger and then gently pushed it in."

"Oh god, "I moaned.

"My slippery finger slid in him easily. In fact he actually moved back to meet my thrusting hand."

The wind in my face, my fingers deep in my pussy and the fantastic visuals Betty was describing to me all were to wonderful. I leaned my head back out the window, arched my back, pressed my thumb hard against my clit with my fingers wiggling deep inside me and came my brains out. I don't even remember what I might have said or thought after that because the next thing I knew Betty was whispering in my ear.

"Come on sleepy head time to go inside." She said.

I opened my eyes slowly to see an upside down Betty smiling at me sweetly.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

"We're here at the lake house."

"I guess I must have fallen asleep." I said a little embarrassed. "I'll help you bring in the bags."

"All ready taken care of."

"Aw, Betty I'm sorry. You should have woken me."

"Don't worry about it. We didn't bring that much stuff and it was a cheap price to pay for the show you gave me."

I felt myself blush all the way down to my toes and didn't know what to say. I just sat up and turned around to get out of the car. When I opened the door Betty stood back and just looked at me. I blushed again as I remembered that I was naked from the waist down.

"What did you do with my clothes?" I asked hesitantly.

"They're inside on your bed."

"Oh."

"Donna there's no one around here for miles and miles. You have nothing to worry about, watch," she said as she reached down and lifted her shirt right off her back.

Completely topless she grabbed her boobs, one in each hand and gave them a squeeze. Then she threw her hands skyward letting her T-shirt fly and spun around squealing like a little girl.

"See? Completely safe. Now come on in the house."

After that display what could I do? I hopped out of the car, closed the door and followed her up to the cabin. I have to admit it felt pretty good to be nearly naked out doors. Never having tried anything even remotely like this before I was a little surprised at how good it felt. I stopped for a second a few feet from the door and Betty turned and asked me,"What's up?"

"Nothing," I said, "just enjoying the out doors."

"Ohhh, then wait until you try skinny-dipping."