0 comments/ 13018 views/ 0 favorites The Store By: rboxer Cindy stepped up close behind Tommy, carrying a button shirt she'd picked completely at random from the racks, and stretched to put her arms around him to place the shirt against his chest. At a petite five foot three her real reason was so she could nestle the curve of his ass against her crotch and put pressure against her zipper, and in turn, her clit. 'What do you think of this?' she asked. Her boyfriend wasn't fooled by her question, but took the shirt and for a moment pressed back a little against her, before turning around to face her. He pulled a face. 'It's OK. You want me to try it on?' She nodded a little, her eyes sparkling, and he got the idea of what she really wanted to do. His eyes lit up with mischief too, as he handed the shirt back to her. 'Better get me a large one, and not a medium.' She grinned and darted off, while he moved closer to the dressing rooms and started scoping things out; not too warily, because then anyone watching would be suspicious of his intention and jump to the conclusion, say, that he was looking to steal something. Still, he knew he was the luckiest guy in the school - hell, probably the whole world! Though he'd been born and bred in west Texas, his black skin still marked him out for attention, even when his family moved to the east of the state when his mom got a senior executive position and really started raking in the money. Normally it wasn't such good attention, but when he first laid eyes on Cindy at his new school not more than a month ago, and her on him, they'd been practically inseparable. They'd fucked one their second date, and mostly at her urging, though it had been her first time ever. His previous times had been nothing special, but something about her made him keep his mouth shut about the whole thing, even though he didn't have that many friends to talk to. He'd checked her out a little, but there'd been no stories about her putting out, so he was more than a little surprised that she'd been completely uninhibited in the sack. Shit, they even found out that she liked doing it in public, which was a scary but thrilling too, and new for him as well. He watched her walking over now, a new shirt over his arm, her breasts jiggling and the nipples tiny but hard and pushing through her top. The look of excitement in her eyes was obvious, and it jacked up the swelling in his trousers another notch - she was sure something else. She grinned but said nothing as handed over the shirt. As he stepped inside the corridor to the changing rooms, she glanced around. A few customers were browsing around, and one that could be a store detective was situated so that he could see what people were carrying into and out of the change rooms. From a nearby rack she picked a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and turned to walk into the change rooms, when five women friends all stepped out of the change rooms, talking loudly until they saw her, and suddenly stopped. For a second she feared what she was up to, and turned away to avoid eye contact. The ladies behind made their more subdued way past her, and she sighed with relief and stepped into the changing room hallway and made for the back room where she knew he'd be. Cindy knew these Burdeker's stores was the best place to shop for clothes - or rather, for her type of "shopping". The doors didn't stop two feet off the floor like other places, so you couldn't see if there was more than one person inside, though there was a space at the bottom that let you see the shadows if someone was standing there. At the last door she stopped and pushed open the door and stepped inside, speaking softly but clearly as she went. 'You better be nekkid Tommy, or I'm gonna - Oh, shit!' She stopped, horrified. A redheaded woman was in there, her back to Cindy but topless and wearing only high-cut pale lime French panties with matching four inch heels. Cindy tried to back away, but the door had already swung closed behind her and the way was blocked. Besides, the sight of the woman was magnetic, and Cindy couldn't tear her eyes away. They traveled all over her body, drinking it in, and her heart started beating a little faster. Though maybe ten years older than her own eighteen, she could see no line, wrinkle or mark on her body. It wasn't until she realized she couldn't take her eyes of the full, round contours of her heart-shaped ass that Cindy actually started to blush. The redhead was about to tell the cute blonde to scram, but when she looked over her shoulder she could see the girl's nipples under her T-shirt, and that piqued her interest. The size of her breasts would be slightly above average on someone close to her own height - nearly six foot - but on this wasp-waisted little thing, they look enormous. Amanda dropped the dress she'd been about to put on and turned around slowly, cocked the traditional pose of one foot slightly in front of the other, her weight on her back leg, and put her hands on her hips. Amanda liked watching people appreciate her beauty, and was delighted to see the tip of a little pink tongue trace a line along her lips as the blonde took in the sight of her small but perfectly shaped tits. She knew it wouldn't be long now, and mischief played across her eyes when she watched the blonde's eyes drop down. Cindy tried to drag her eyes away, but from the second the redhead had turned around she'd been unable to move or think clearly. Now her gaze dropped lower, following the gentle curve of her stomach and a cute navel stud, and then to the French-cut undies that were - yes! Definitely partially see-through, so she could see a furry patch that hinted at red hair to match the thick tumbling curls on top. As if she had willed it, the redhead changed her stance, letting her see the gap between her toned thighs before it closed again, the other leg now in front. Christ, her skin was so smooth, with no sign of a freckle anywhere. Amanda felt a thrill in her loins at the sight of the blondes' little pink tongue lick at the corner of her lips and changed her pose again, this time standing with her legs slightly apart, realizing she was getting a little moist from being on display. She was excited to see the blonde's chest rising and falling in time with her own. 'Take them off,' Amanda said quietly, her voice soft as honey, with a hint of whiskey huskiness. Cindy's eyes came up. 'Wha? Huh?' 'I said, take them off.' Cindy started blinking, and Amanda realized she was about to loose her. 'I want you to take off my panties. Now.' Cindy tried to moisten her mouth, and Amanda saw her lips working. 'You want to see, don't you?' Her voice was soft and insistent. 'You want to know - I can see it in your eyes. You're asking yourself; exactly how red is her hair is down there?' Cindy nodded a tiny little nod. Amanda brought her legs together a little, denying the little blonde any further glimpse. 'Well, this is your chance to find out,' she said seductively. For a moment she thought she'd lost her, but then the blonde stepped up and put out a hand to take the band of the panties. 'Uh-uh, honey. You gotta use your teeth.' Up close Cindy could smell the woman, and the scent competed to send even more blood to her head. Suddenly she was kneeling on the floor, putting her head at exactly the right height to lean to the side and take the edge of the panties between her teeth. Her breath was fast in her throat, and she almost tilted over, but then the woman's hand came and touched her shoulder, holding her steady as she tugged down on the panties, folding the top over about six inches, until they were stretched tight across her body and would move no further. With a gentle push of her fingers, Amanda guided her across to the other side, and let her work it out for herself. For the grand unveiling, the little blonde put her mouth on the top band of the panties and pulled down. Amanda felt that hot little breath over her pussy, but had enough control not to make any noise other than a slight wobble in her breathing. Cindy watched in delight as the dark red hair was revealed an inch from her eyes in a heart shape, in awe when she realized there were tiny beads of glistening moisture running down the center, and a scent that drove into her brain and started jackhammering into her libido. She was unaware that her own hand was lightly massaging the front of her jeans. Amanda wondered if she was going to continue. She'd done all she could - she could lead the horse to water, but couldn't make it drink. Cindy looked back up the long legs of the woman, past that glorious thatch and over the delightful breasts. Though small they looked delectable and lickable and she realized one would probably fit entirely inside her mouth. She stood, and came up to the woman's shoulders. Cindy lowered her head. Amanda was delighted. There might be more to this little thing if she was interested in some tit action as well. Her nipples hardened to steel under Cindy's attention, and Amanda's head fell back against the mirror behind her when the blonde bit down a little harder than she probably intended. She paid attention to her reaction though, and was soon alternating gentle sucking and pulling with nips from her teeth. She let out a little yelp when the blond ran a finger through her bush, then dipped it inside her. 'Cindy? Where you at?'' Cindy stopped, frozen. Tommy! 'Uh, y'all looking for that lil' blonde?' said Amanda with an infuriating calm. She saw the little took of terror on the blondes' face. She didn't want her boyfriend to know. 'Yes'm,' he replied. 'She, uh, she was tryin' on some - ' 'She ran outta here when I was on my way in. I think she was gonna throw up.' 'Damn. Uh, thanks ma'am.' Cindy waited a moment to make sure that Tommy was gone, and looked up into the woman's green eyes. Her finger, wet and hot because it was still inside her pussy, began a gentle back and forwards stroke, circling the entrance and tracing a line up to her clit. She liked the look that came over the redhead's face when her finger traced that little bump - as if she was shaking internally. She pulled the finger out then brought her hand to her mouth, before slowly sucking her finger into her mouth and tasting her juices. Sweet Jesus, it was delicious, and she unconsciously growled low in her throat! Amanda watched the carnal desire on Cindy's face as she suck on her finger like a miniature cock. She'd expected that she would have to lead this little thing more than she had so far, but from the look on her face there would be no stopping her now. As Cindy took a step back, Amanda's hands came up and lift the T-shirt in one quick swoop, surprised and delighted that the large breasts weren't encased in a bra. She didn't stop though, and quickly unsnapped Cindy's jeans and pulled them down her legs, revealing her black lace thong. She ripped that off in a heartbeat and left its tattered remains on the floor, and then she pushed Cindy's naked body onto the generous bench seat along the wall and swung the girl's legs over her shoulders. Amanda licked her way down her legs and thighs, across the other, and when the look on Cindy's face was such sweet agony, finally traced her tongue from her ass to her clit, and back again. Each time she dipped a little deeper into the blonde honey pot, and then spent a little longer torturing the clit, trying to suck it into her mouth and almost lifting the blond off the bench. Cindy was in agony and ecstasy. Each time the redhead lashed her with her tongue, she was sure she was going to come all over her face, but then she'd switch technique and the pleasure would move, from a pulsing dagger from her clit to her head, then the maddening waves as she licked at her box, and the hot shameful thrill of her wet tongue on her puckered anus. She didn't know it, but she was crying out quietly. The noise was getting Amanda off. She focused her attention on drilling her tongue as deep into Cindy's pussy as she could, hoping to drive the girl wild, and it worked. Cindy started gasping, but soon grabbed her head and pulled her face up. 'Make me come,' she demanded, then kept one hand in the redhead's mane as she pushed her head back down to her box, and used the other to twist and pull her nipples. Amanda had her orders now, and she focused her tongue on the blonde's pussy, trying to pulse her ministrations in time to her breathing, but soon she forgot that and just licked the shit out of it. Her left hand kept a firm grip on the blonde's thigh so she couldn't crush her head, and with her right hand worked two fingers into her tight wet pussy, churning the free-flowing juices into a lather. Cindy started moaning louder and Amanda knew she was getting close. With an index finger she traced the saliva and pussy-juice soaked path to the little blonde's ass and waited for just the right moment. It came when she trapped the little nub of clit-flesh between her teeth, and flicked her tongue across the top of it in a blur. She felt the blonde's legs tense and tighten around her neck and her moans catch in her throat, so pushed one finger into her ass and her thumb into her pussy, and popped her clit into her mouth and sucked hard. Cindy screamed and came hard, as she knew she would, gushing all over the redhead's face. The finger in her ass was new, but she rode the three sensations overwhelming her body - ass, finger-stuffed pussy and mouth on clit - like a trooper, but eventually she shuddered to a halt. She must have passed out for a second or two, for when she opened her eyes the redhead was no longer between her thighs, but stood there smoothing down her dress. Amanda saw in the mirror that the blonde was awake now. She tossed aside the shirt Cindy had brought in and which she'd used to wipe them both down. Though desire still pulsed through her pussy she had other obligations and couldn't stay any longer. She winked at Cindy. 'I'll catch you next time. I - shop - here every now and then.' She turned, bent over and kiss the little blonde on the lips, gently touching tongues. She pulled away and gently shook her head. 'Such a fine tasting little pussy,' then pushed out the door and left. A man was standing close to the entrance to the changing rooms. 'Everything OK, Miss. Burdeker?' asked the store detective, but with a glint to his eyes. He'd heard the little scream and it brought back his own memory of when he'd busted the store owner's daughter pleasuring herself in one of the dressing rooms more than a year ago. 'Oh, hello Charlie. I haven't seen you in a while. How you been?' 'Good, ma'am. My Cheryl's got some part-time work down in cosmetics, so I only do this to keep my hand in.' 'Hmm, and what a fine hand it was too, if I remember correctly.' The man blushed in memory. Though unwilling to break his marriage vows by fucking this beautiful woman, he had strong, experienced hands and Amanda could remember riding his fingers to multiple orgasms that seemed to last an hour. She glanced at her watch: she getting late for her next appointment. 'Tell you what. There's someone in room eight that might need a hand just like yours,' she said, smiling and walking away. Amanda's meeting with the zoning board had gone three times longer than necessary because she couldn't concentrate properly, and she was in a foul mood. When she finally got out of the county assessors building the car wasn't waiting, and she irritably called on her cell. 'Where are you?' The normal honeyed tones of her Texan accent were missing from her command. 'A block away, ma'am,' replied the chauffer. She hung up without reply. Of all the nerve! The meeting had ended up a disaster. They'd gone round and round on every point, and she knew what they wanted. Though she was the daughter of the Scott "Chainsaw" Burdeker, with eight premium shops around central Texas, these chumps thought she was a fool because she was beautiful, redheaded and sometimes - ok, usually flirtatious. But they all secretly thought she wasn't up to the challenge of pushing through zoning variances to meet her daddy's expanding empire plans. Whether it was kickbacks or some other favor, every one of the men in this afternoon's meeting wanted something from her, while all she could think about what the taste that lingered in her mouth, and when someone could do something for her. Well, fuck 'em. And not in the way that at least two of them wanted! The Lincoln came around the corner and stopped. She never waited for Burt to open the doors, and got in herself. 'Sorry ma'am, but the traffic police was onto me.' 'No, Burt. I'm sorry for being a bitch. I shouldn't have been so rude.' Burt ducked his head and pulled away from the curb, heading north to the Burdeker ranch outside of town. He'd been driving for the Burdeker's for almost two years, and the only person he knew who thought Miss Amanda could be a bitch was Miss Amanda. 'You have any plans this evening, ma'am?' She shook herself, startled from her reverie. 'No, not really - ' The memory of the feel of the blonde's ass under her hands and the pressure of her legs wrapped around her head came to mind. She'd been in such a hurry not to be late, she didn't even get her name other than the "Cindy" called out by her boyfriend, but she wondered if Charlie got the information. The flash memory of his hands on her own body made her nipples peak, and even Burt noticed them protruding against her dress's material. 'You know, I think I, uh, left something at the West 44th Street store. Can you take me back there?' She checked her watch and saw it wasn't yet closing time, but she pulled her cell phone out while Burt changed directions and headed that way. 'Howdy Eustace, it's Amanda...no, I'm fine. Not a lot, but I was in your store earlier today, and I think I left something in one of the dressing rooms...can I speak to the store dick...oh, Eustace, don't be such a prude...store "detective' then - I think his name's Charlie. He was around at the time. Sure, I'll wait.' In a few minutes Charlie was on the line. 'Miss Burdeker?' 'Hi Charlie. I believe I left something in the dressing room this afternoon.' 'You mean - uh - ' 'Yes, that's right. I'm thinking it's such an easy thing to take home, someone probably took it. Maybe you know where it went?' 'Well, gee, I don't know,' he said, before he caught onto what she was asking for, and his brain sprang into action. 'No, wait. I, er, believe something was purchased, so there might be a record of a credit card.' 'Excellent. Listen, I'll be there in a few minutes. Can you meet me? Thanks.' The car pulled up in the parking lot. Most of the slots were empty, except for the employee ones. Amanda had pushed her daddy that the employee parking should not be relegated to the ends of the earth. She'd said to him "If our customers see that we care about our employees, then they'll know we care about them. Don't make them schlep all over the parking lots." Aside from wondering where she'd picked up the term "schlep" in Texas, her father eventually agreed, and she was well regarded by all the staff for that alone. She leaned forward from the rear seat. 'Burt, can I be an absolute pain? If I give you money for a cab can I take the Lincoln?' He turned to her with a furrowed brow. Why would she want to borrow - he shut himself off. 'Of course, Miss Amanda. You don't need to worry about the money. Your father - ' She interrupted him with a wad of cash. 'Take Curtis out tonight. My treat.' He eyes shot fully open in horror. He'd decided when he got the job with Scott Burdeker that they would never know he was gay. He'd lost too many jobs in Texas that way, though they always claimed it was for some other reason. The Store Monday, 6:42 a.m. The alarm clock rang in his ear - its shrill whine piercing the thin veil of sleep. His hand blindly reached out and felt the surface of the electronic device. His fingers finally found what they were looking for - the snooze button. He pressed it, granting him another ten minutes of solitude in his bed. By the third time he pressed the button, something inside his head became resigned to the fact that he really wasn't going to fall back to sleep. He rolled over one last time and looked at the alarm clock. The electronic display read 6:42. A sigh escaped from his lips as he flung back the bed covers. "Time to get up." he muttered to himself. **** From the opposite side of the street she watched. His behaviour was predictable in the extreme. Each day, the same routine. She could have finished the job from here, but the contract specifically stated that she had to acquire what he possessed before she made sure no one else could duplicate his work. She took another sip from the cup of coffee before she returned to the window. **** The key stuck fast in the lock. He jiggled the key around slightly, tilting it upwards as he turned it - careful not to apply too much pressure and risk snapping the frail piece of metal in the lock as he had done several times in the two years he'd owned the shop. After a few moments, the tumblers within the lock aligned - and the door opened. He stepped over the pile of post that was wedged behind the door, blocking his entrance. He closed the door behind him, locking it once again. He knelt down and picked up the post that sat on the doormat. Walking past one of the many freestanding display units stacked with comic books, he made his way to a small staircase that led up to the first floor. This area of the building doubled up as a makeshift office and storage area, and also contained the kitchenette he'd had installed just after taking possession of the building. Dropping his bag at a desk he switched the kettle on. Picking up his mug he dumped two spoons of coffee into it, then opened the fridge, picked up the milk and poured it into the ceramic container. The kettle made a clicking noise as it finished boiling. He poured the hot water into the mug and stirred with a spoon. Picking the mug up, he returned to the desk and switched on the computer that sat upon it. Opening up the e-mails he'd received from several of his distribution companies, he paused only to take a sip of the hot liquid in his mug. As he placed it back on a nearby coaster he heard the faint sound of the front door of the shop opening and closing. That meant only one thing. Moz had arrived for work. **** Moz had been in the shop for less than fifteen minutes and already he was on his third cigarette. Tim leaned against the main counter as Moz blew the smoke out of the open front door. "How was your weekend?" Tim asked as he took another drink from his mug. "Shit." Moz replied. "I took Maxine and the baby to see Paige and Jasmine at my Mom's house, and then we ran into Jo on the way out." "Messy." Tim said. "Let me guess - Max and Jo had a row?" "Bingo." Moz said as he took another drag from the cigarette. "Pretty unreasonable if you ask me." "Hang on - the ex-missus and the current missus meet each other and have a row - what did you expect the outcome to be?" Tim asked. "All sweetness and light? I'm not being funny Moz, but that's hardly an unpredictable event was it - they couldn't stand each other even before you ditched Jo for Max - she probably knows you were shagging Max for a couple of months before it was all official, why on Earth would you think it would be any different now?" "I don't know." Moz said. "People change, attitudes mellow you know. Time heals all wounds as they say." he mused. "It's only been ten months for fucks sake." Tim said. "I think that phrase refers to a much longer timescale than that." Moz paused for a minute. "I guess it does." he said. "How was your weekend?" "Oh, you know - busy." Tim said. "We had abit of a rush on Saturday afternoon for some reason. The kids haven't broken up yet have they?" "Yeah, I think they did actually." Moz replied. Tim nodded. "Oh, that explains it then." he said. "Christ I'm hungry - you want anything from McDonalds?" Tim began to fish around the pocket in his jeans and then removed some change from it. "Yeah - banana milkshake." he said as he handed a pound coin to Moz. "I'll be back in a minute." Moz said as he dropped the exhausted cigarette to the floor and stepped on it. **** She'd already done some preliminary work on the layout -- a conventional enough unit overall. There was the main shop floor, a rudimentary office above and some sort of storage in a basement below. However, after acquiring a copy of the building plans a week into the job she realised that he must live above the store itself. A corporate group that she'd never heard of before owned the whole building -- four shop units with apartments above them -- although this didn't really interest her. While this posed no logistical issue it did mean that it was likely the object she had to retrieve was in the living quarters above the store rather than in it. She rolled her shoulders as she lay down on the bed. After closing her eyes for a moment her mobile phone rang. Flipping it open connected the call. "It's Ron." The voice on the other end of the line spoke. "You said you might need some support?" "Yeah." She replied. "Tonight -- 8 pm. Meet me at the Queensway, at the comic book store called The Neutral Zone." **** Tim looked at his watch and then scratched his head. Moz handed him a cup of tea before picking up a copy of The Walking Dead from the display stand. He stood and read the comic for a few minutes before turning to look at his friend. "It's quarter too eight." Tim said. "You can shoot off if you like -- no one is in here and it's been a quiet day." Moz looked at him, then nodded. "Right then, if that's okay with you, I'll grab my coat and leg it home." Tim nodded and Moz headed upstairs. As he returned to the shop floor the door opened and a dark haired young woman entered the shop, dressed in casual jeans and a dark jacket. A burly looking man who was walking behind her accompanied her. Tim said hello to them as Moz walked over to him. "Isn't that X-Men girl?" he asked as he nodded in the direction of the customers who had just entered. "Yeah, think so. I think her name is Kelly or something like that." Tim replied. "Looks like she's here with her boyfriend." He joked. "Yeah -- he's built like a brick shit-house." Moz replied. "Okay then mate, I'll see you tomorrow morning." Moz walked out of the shop and into the early evening air. Tim took another look at his watch and glanced over to his two customers. "I'll be closing up in ten minutes folks." Tim called out. He watched the young woman walking towards the counter. He didn't pay any attention to her as he knelt down to switch off the stereo. As he got back up he found two pistols pointing at his head. "You have something that I want." The woman -- Kelly -- spoke calmly, her voice even and assertive. Tim looked at her. "What? The contents of the till?" He replied as he looked at both of them. Inwardly Kelly was surprised -- most people who had a gun in their face were sweating after thirty seconds and blabbering incoherently after sixty. So far, she couldn't see any visible signs of stress on Tim's face or in the way he spoke to her. "You can have it if that's what you want. It's been a slow day." "No." Kelly replied. "Something else." Tim raised his eyebrows, suddenly realising what she was referring to. "Oh, that. Right." He said. "Well, if it's alright with you I'd like to change the sign on the door to closed and lock up." Tim looked at the woman and then the man. "You make one move I don't like, I'm going to paint the wall with the contents of your skull." The unidentified man spat at him. Tim shrugged. "I'm sure that's a good look in your apartment." Tim said as he walked around the till and approached the door. He turned the key in the lock and flipped the sign over. "There you go, now no one is going to be coming in here now." "Good," Kelly said, still keeping her pistol trained on Tim. "Now let's get this over with. Where is it?" "Downstairs." Tim said. "In the cellar." Kelly looked at her associate. "You stay up here and make sure no one tries to come in," she ordered. She returned her attention to Tim. "Okay -- let's go." **** The cellar was lit by one single light bulb. As they made their way down the steps Tim found his mind swirling with questions. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs he turned to face the woman with the gun. "You know, I thought there was something screwy about you -- you never purchased the issues in sequential order. One minute copies of Uncanny X-Men, then Astonishing, Amazing then Ultimate, never the same series twice. So, who are you working for?" He asked. "Biotech? Future Corps? Gen-Next?" "It's not important." Kelly replied. "Where is it?" "I think it is important -- I think it's important to know who's paid you to retrieve what's down here before you put a bullet in my skull." Kelly betrayed a momentary reaction to Tim's statement. "Ah, that's it -- it's not enough just to kill me, you don't get paid unless you get the sample as well. Interesting -- that puts a whole new spin on it all." "I'll happily shoot you right now and tear this place apart to find it if I have to," Kelly said. "But it's easier for me if you just give me the sample you stole." Tim shrugged and turned around. "Interesting choice of words those," he said as he began to move some boxes. "As to steal implies ownership by someone else, and everyone who worked at Portland Down was employed by the Ministry of Defence, so technically it was public property." "Tim, just shut the fuck up and give me the sample." Kelly barked at him. This was taking far too long in her opinion and it was making her nervous. "Okay -- found it." Tim said, making a mental note that she'd used his name for the first time since coming into the shop. He turned around holding a box about the same size as a shoebox; only this was made of a dull metallic substance. He held it out to her. "Put it on the floor and slide it over to me." Kelly said. Tim obliged, placing the box on the floor and pushing it over to her with his foot. It skidded across the stone surface and was stopped by Kelly's foot. Even without picking it up she could tell it was heavy by the impact it made against her appendage. Keeping the pistol trained on Tim, she knelt down and lifted the lid. Inside the box was what appeared to be a pile of blue-grey goo that looked very much like the play-dough that she had toyed with as a child. As she looked at it, it moved slightly, causing her to step back from the box. She looked up at Tim. "Turn around." She said as she pulled the bolt of the pistol back, chambering a round from the magazine as he did as she asked. As she raised her arm and aimed the gun at the back of his head something grasped her leg -- momentarily followed by a searing burning sensation and the smell of charred flesh. Kelly screamed and fell to the floor, dropping her pistol. Tim turned around and saw Kelly on the floor clutching the wound on her calf. Blood was seeping through her fingers as she rolled slightly, pounding her other foot against the floor. Tim looked at the stairs -- he could see the sample push its way out through the door and into the main shop floor. A moment later there was a gunshot, followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of glass breaking. "Hold on -- I've got something for that." He shouted to Kelly, hoping she could hear him above her own suppressed screams. Thinking as fast as he could he pulled a first aid kit from the shelf and opened it. Unravelling a section of bandage he wrapped it around the four-inch hole of exposed, bleeding flesh, binding skin against denim as tightly as he dared. Already he could see that the wound was quite deep, something which frightened him. "Jesus...Jesus...what...what the fuck...?" Kelly said between screams that were filling the room. Tim pulled out a small hypodermic needle and a glass bottle. Her eyes opened wide at the sight of this. Physically she wasn't sure she could fight him off with the pain she was experiencing in her leg. "No...no...please...I..." "Just shut up and stop struggling." Tim said. "I'm not going to hurt you. This will help with the pain." He stabbed it into her leg and forced the fluid into her body. "It should also stop the acid from doing its job too." "Acid...?" The pain killing part of the injection was almost immediate -- providing Kelly with the ability to correlate what had just happened to her. She grabbed at the collar of Tim's shirt and pulled him close to her. "What was in that box?" "What do you think was in there? That was what you were sent to retrieve." Tim said as he found himself surprised by her strength. "Look we don't have time for this -- it's escaped." He managed to pry himself free from her grasp and turned around, scooping up the pistol and helping Kelly back to her feet. As she stood he handed her the gun. "You might need this." "What?" She said as Tim picked up the first aid kit and started to climb the stairs. "What's going on?" He ignored her has he continued to make his way up to the shop floor. **** They both stood in silence for a moment. Kelly had seen her fair share of dead bodies -- many as a result of her own actions -- but the sight before her made her stomach turn. Most of Ron's torso was missing, as if something had torn straight through it -- only there was very little viscera around his body. However, where she would have expected to have seen the remnants of internal organs and bone as a result of a close range gun shot there was nothing, just a gapping hole about a foot in diameter. "Oh great..." Tim muttered as he stepped past the remains and made his way to the stairs leading to the first floor office. "I need to get something from upstairs." Kelly leaned against one of the bookstands as she waited for him. A few minutes passed before he returned with a small black bag in his hand. He motioned for Kelly to follow him as he walked across to the now fractured pane of glass where his front door had once been. Kelly hobbled across to him as he unlocked the broken door. "What the hell is that thing?" She said as she grabbed his shoulder. She pulled him back and rammed the barrel of the pistol into his stomach. "Tell me right now or I'll kill you where you stand." "That wouldn't be the wisest thing to do right now would it?" The tone of his voice made it crystal clear to her what he thought of that suggestion. "Or maybe you'd like to go looking for that thing on your own? You know, end up like your little friend over there? How's that work out for you?" Kelly looked at his eyes and saw that they were serious. She pulled the gun away and secured it in the holster at the rear of her jeans. "Okay -- point taken." Kelly said. "So, are you going to tell me how we stop this thing?" "You got a car nearby?" Tim countered. Kelly nodded. "Good -- give me the keys and I'll tell you on the way." **** The Audi Quattro growled as it powered out of the underground car park, it's powerful headlights turning night to day for a few brief seconds as it darted through the city streets. Kelly grimaced as she found herself being slung around the bucket seat of her own car. As they turned a corner Tim pulled a small black box from his jacket pocket and placed in on the dashboard. It suddenly sprang to life and the satellite navigation system in the Audi began to display a red dot moving ahead of them, "Be careful, this thing is very sensitive." She said as Tim turned the wheel viciously in his hands. She indicated towards the display. "Is that it? You can track it?" Tim nodded. "It's a modified GPS system -- it tracks a particular radioactive isotope in two six one." He paused for a minute. "So, your car is sensitive? Well, so is sample two six one. It only attacked you because it reasoned -- correctly -- that you were about to hurt me. That's one pissed off blob of protomatter right now." He replied. Kelly shook her head. "Look, I'm sorry about your friend back there." "He wasn't my friend, just some muscle I hired in case I needed crowd control." Kelly replied. "What is that stuff anyway? Play dough from Mars?" "Close -- the Moon." Tim said. "You're kidding -- that thing is...is..." Kelly tried to say the word but something in her head stopped it from slipping past her lips. "Alien, yes." Tim followed up. "Look, I'm an exo-biologist by trade," Kelly looked at him with a blank expression. "I study alien biological structures, well, theoretical ones anyway. That play dough as you call it represents the culmination of over five years work on a micro-organism found in one of the moon rocks from the Apollo program back in the 1960s. It can secrete an organic acid that will eat through three inch thick steel in forty five seconds, it's made of a complex string of proteins and amino acids, it's about as smart as a really bright Labrador and I believe it's DNA markers make it out to be inherently female." "I've slipped into some sort of a nightmare." Kelly said. "I should never have taken this job -- I knew it when they offered it to me, too much money for a simple hit." "Well, whatever they said they were going to pay you was probably monopoly money anyway." Tim said as he turned the car onto the main road leading up to the city's civic centre. "When Biotech wanted a sample of H5N1 they sent someone just like you to the analysis lab in China. The lab was attacked, everyone inside killed and a sample taken, but somewhere along the way the canister containing the sample was cracked. The poor sap who they paid to do the job contracted bird flu and died before he ever got chance to spend whatever they paid him. The boys at Biotech carved up his body to their heart's content." "What?" Kelly said. "You're telling me that this whole thing is a set up?" "I don't know -- maybe, maybe not." Tim replied. "All I know is that they don't usually pay out to external contractors, and if they ask to meet you I'd expect there to be three or four goons that show up along with your contact." The GPS device began to emit a high-pitched squeal. "Bingo! Think you're up to this?" Kelly nodded. "Okay, let's go before it does anymore damage." **** The streets around the civic centre were quiet -- pretty much as Tim would have expected at nearly nine o'clock on a Monday night. Kelly hobbled behind him, occasionally grabbing him for support. The pain in her leg was becoming more pronounced with each step that they took. "Jesus..." she muttered as she stopped and leaned against a wall. Tim looked at her. "Is this going to get infected?" "How should I know? I'm a exo-biologist, not a doctor." He said as he knelt down to look at the wound. "Well it's not bleeding so the coagulant seems to have done it's job. Man, that stuff is fast." He couldn't contain his admiration at the substance that he'd injected into Kelly's leg. He looked up at her. "Come on, you'll be okay for a couple more hours before I'll need to give you another shot." He stood up and helped her to her feet. "Why are you doing this?" She asked. Tim looked at her. "What do you mean?" "Helping me -- I was about to shoot you, you could have killed me in the cellar and gotten clean away." Tim shrugged his shoulders. "You may still have to do that, it depends how things pan out." He muttered under his breath. "Look, that thing is possibly the single biggest threat to life on this planet. It's a living bio-weapon of mass destruction -- if it wanted to it could wipe out all life on Earth within two weeks, and I have no desire to see that getting exploited by anyone. I need your help to catch this thing and two of us stand a much better chance than just one." They stumbled along the street for a few more steps before Tim spoke again. "Besides, I think you're kind of cute and prior to tonight I was going to ask you out for dinner." The Store "What? Really?" Kelly was shocked by this, so much so that she almost didn't hear the faint sound of screaming from one of the smaller side streets that ran away from the large dual carriageway they were moving along. "Christ -- come on, it's got to be close by." Tim said as he dragged her with him. **** The people at the bus stop we all huddled together. Some were crying, others were screaming. As Tim and Kelly rounded the corner they saw it -- the grey-blue blob rearing up like some obscene nightmarish giant slug. It slammed against the Perspex of the bus shelter and rapidly began to digest it. "Come on -- we haven't got much time." Tim said as he ran to the bus stop. The people continued to scream as he stood just behind the mass. Kelly hobbled after him, unsure what he was trying to do. "Stop this!" he shouted. Kelly watched in awe as the blob suddenly stopped what it was doing and seemed to twist in his direction. "You don't want to hurt these people -- you're scared, I appreciate that," Tim said. Kelly was astonished, as the mass seemed to recede in size and move closer towards Tim. "You've never hurt me before, and you never hurt the others in the lab -- it's not in your nature. I understand you were trying to protect me...weren't you?" He stretched out his hand to touch the glob of matter -- and stroked it. There was no scream of pain like Kelly expected, and she was sure that she could hear some sort of low level rumbling noise that sounded distinctly like purring. The mass then moved swiftly, climbing up his legs and beginning to cover his torso. Tim turned to face Kelly. "Shot me -- now, while it's trying to connect to me." "What? That's insane..." "It's the only chance we've got -- you have to shoot me." The matter was now covering most of his body except for the extreme parts of his harms and his head, and to her horror it seemed to be soaking into his flesh without burning it. Kelly pulled her pistol out from her holster and aimed it at Tim's chest. "I'm sorry..." the words slipped past her lips as she pulled the trigger twice. Both bullets found their home as they crashed into Tim's chest. His body hit the floor with a wet thud. Kelly struggled across to him -- but she could see the lifeless eyes staring up at her. Whatever was left of the blob seemed to have gone, absorbed within his body. She pulled the mobile phone from her jacket pocket and dialled a number. "Is it done?" the voice on the other end answered. "Yes." "Did you recover the sample?" "No...no it was lost." Kelly lied. "That's...unfortunate." The voice said. "Bring the body to Heathwood Industrial estate -- we require proof of it before payment." The phone line went dead. **** The industrial estate was deserted, pretty much as she'd expected it to be. She pulled the Audi up in the large car park and flashed her headlights twice. From out of the darkness came a large dark transit van. It stopped and the doors opened. She counted four occupants that got out of the vehicle and slowly approached her as she put the full magazine into her pistol. She recognised one of them -- she knew him as Evans, her liaison with Biotech's special operations division. Kelly opened her door and got out. "Do you have the body?" Evans asked as he handed her a briefcase. She opened it and saw the packets of fifty-pound notes inside. "Cash as you requested." "In the car." Kelly's reply was flat, trying to suppress the various emotions that were swirling around her head. "Good." Evans indicated to two of the men. They moved around the Audi and took the cargo from the compact car. Kelly watched as they carried Tim's body to the back of the van. Evans looked at her. "So the sample was lost then?" he asked. Kelly nodded. Evans shook his head. "As I said that is unfortunate..." In her peripheral vision she saw the bodyguard standing closest to Evans reaching into his jacket. Kelly reacted as quickly as she could, pulling her pistol from her holster. Even so, she was still a fraction of a second slower than the guard. The gunshots rang out in quick succession. The impact of the shell against her shoulder knocked Kelly to the floor. She struggled to turn herself over as her left shoulder burned with pain. This was more immediate and intense than the sensation that had been resonating from her leg. As she pulled herself back into a sitting position against her car she glanced across and saw the bodyguard lying on the floor -- his white shirt covered in a plume of red. Evans walked over to her and picked up her pistol. "Very commendable." Evans said as he looked the weapon over. "And a fantastic shot there too, it's just a pity it's all for nought." Evans levelled the weapon at her prone form. Kelly found herself staring down the barrel of her own gun. Afterwards Kelly wasn't sure whether she saw the light or heard the explosion first. Sometimes when she replayed the events over in her head they were simultaneous -- other times the light filled the night sky a fraction of a second before the shockwave of the explosion knocked her down. What she did recall with one hundred percent accuracy was the sight before her eyes afterwards. Standing about twenty feet away from her and approaching rapidly was a humanoid shape -- covered from head to toe in the same blue-grey matter that had made up sample two six one. Kelly looked closer -- there seemed to be a large, cannon shaped structure growing out of the figure's right arm. Evans had now regained consciousness -- upon seeing the figure advancing on them he blazed away several gun shots. Despite them hitting their target they seemed to have no effect. The figure became stationery, then raised it's right arm to point the extension at Evans. The hairs on the back of Kelly's neck stood on end for a moment before a beam of purple energy shot out of the cannon appendage at the prone Biotech executive. In the blink of an eye Evans was vaporised. The figure then resumed its progress towards Kelly. Fear gripped her stomach, yet her wounds meant she was unable to flee. The figure reached her; knelt down and extended it's hand. "You are injured." The voice was gravely, yet strangely familiar. "Without adequate treatment they will become critical. We will assist you." The figure reached out and placed its hand on her shoulder. The substance flowed from the hand and began to cover her shoulder. Kelly screamed as she felt it enter her wound. As she managed to open her eyes against the pain she saw that the hand on her shoulder was now an all too human looking one. "...T...Tim?" she managed to whisper as the pain became more intense, flaring up to a pitch she never knew possible before. "Quiet." The gravely voice spoke. "Arterial damage repaired...Muscular damage repaired...Epidermal damage now superficial." And with that the pain in her shoulder was gone. The humanoid placed its other hand on her calf where the acid had burned her earlier. A few moments later and that wound was healed. The humanoid stood up and helped Kerry to her feet. "Tim...is that you in there?" she asked as she tentatively brushed its face with her hand. The skin -- if you would call it that -- was smooth and warm. "We are gestalt." The voice spoke. It was then that the head changed. The blue-grey matter melted away from the figure. Underneath she saw Tim's face looking down at her -- except his eyes were completely black. "We are the organic being known as Tim and the Other -- the Traveller." There was a pause for a moment before the figure spoke again. "Are you fit to return to the Neutral Zone?" "Yeah...I guess so." Kelly replied. "Good. We should leave." The figure looked at the car, then at Kelly. "You will need to drive." **** When they returned to the store Kelly found herself confronted with the site of Ron's dead body still lying in the shop. As Tim stood there he began to convulse, his body doubling over and he fell to the floor. "Tim? Tim? Are you alright?" Kelly feared for the worst. As he retched the now familiar blue-grey matter poured from his mouth, nostrils and eyes, forming a puddle about the size of a dinner plate. After his final cough Tim collapsed to the floor as the goo moved over to the dead body. Kelly ignored it as she shook the storeowner. "Can you hear me? Tim?" "Yeah...yeah..." his voice was laboured and his breathing shallow, but his eyes were normal again. "Jesus..." "What happened to you?" Kelly asked. "I thought you were dead..." "I was -- when it started to bond with me I knew that would be the only chance I had to stop it, hence the reason I told you to shoot me." He said as he pulled himself into a seated position. "But something happened -- it was like it just jump started my body once it knew I was in danger...or rather we were in danger." "What the hell was that thing you shot Evans with? It was like something out of a science fiction movie." Kelly said as she sat back on her haunches. Tim shook his head. "Would you believe me if I said I think it was a fusion cannon -- it seemed to search my mind and pluck the idea out of there. I must have read too many Transformers comics recently." He shook his head. "My god, I killed people tonight." "Tim, listen to me -- you were right -- it was a set up. They were going to kill me then take you away and cut you up." Kelly said, trying to keep him from losing focus. "You have to remember that -- and if they had realised that you were alive they probably would have still done that to you." "I know," Tim muttered. "But that doesn't make it any easier to live with." He looked into her soft brown eyes. "How do you do it?" "Some people deserve to die." Kelly responded, then broke his gaze. "I should go." "What happens to me then?" Tim asked. Kelly shrugged her shoulders. "You saved my life twice tonight. As far as I'm concerned whatever contract was in place is null and void now." She said as she stood up. "I really need to make a move." "Why?" Tim said as he reached out and grabbed Kelly's hand. "It's not safe here." She replied. "And you should think about moving too." "I'm not going anywhere." The defiance was clear in his voice, even in his weakened state. "This is my shop and my building, I didn't spend six months setting up a dummy corporation to front this place just to piss it away at the first sign of adversity." Tim paused for a moment. Kelly looked at him -- his face was a mixture of emotions. "And I don't want you to go either." "What?" "Stay here with me -- I mean, not in the same apartment, you can use the apartment next door, and I can offer you a job here in the shop," Tim said. "But I couldn't think of anyone more qualified to make sure no other bugger gets their hands on that." He motioned towards the sample, which had now all but dissolved what was left of Ron's body. "And what about me? Who's going to make sure they don't come after me for taking their money without delivering the goods?" Kelly asked. Tim smiled. "Hey, I've got an alien battle suit here that's more than capable of covering your arse if you get into any trouble." He replied. Kelly shook her head. "I know I'm going to regret this." She said as she extended her hand. They shook. "Great, now let's get that door panel boarded up." Tim said as he managed to get to his feet. **** Tuesday 8:45 am Moz opened the door and dumped the banana milkshake on the counter. "Breakfast is here." He said as he took his coat off and threw it over the chair behind the till. "Morning Moz." Tim said as he came down the stairs from the office. Kelly was walking close behind. "Kelly, Moz. Moz, Kelly." "Oh right -- morning X-Men Girl!" Moz said. He then looked at Tim. "We don't open for fifteen minutes." "I know," Tim said. "She's our new employee." "Okay," Moz said, then looked at the floor for a minute. "Does this mean...?" "Yes mate." Tim interrupted. "You can have next weekend off." "Great!" The elation was clear to hear in his voice as he walked over to Kelly and shook her hand. "Great to have you on board." "It's nice to be here." Kelly replied. Tim handed her two large A4 sized books. Kelly looked down at them -- X-Men: The Claremont Years -- were emblazoned across the cover of them. "Right you need to get reading." Tim said sternly. "Start with those, then let me know when you're done." "Why?" she asked. "If you work for me you need to be on the top of your game -- and the geeks and nerds who come in here will sniff out a phoney a mile away." Tim said with a smile on his face. "Astonishing X-Men my arse...bloody Joss Whedon..." he muttered as he headed back to the till. "So," Moz asked as he began to tuck into his fast food breakfast. "What did you get up to last night Tim?" "Oh, nothing exciting." Tim replied. Kelly looked at him and shook her head ruefully. "Just this and that." The Store There are no customers in the store, just the cute, punky blue-haired girl who works behind the counter. I know because we planned it that way... I enter before you, and head over to the magazine rack. I look around a bit, checking that the store is empty before grabbing a porn mag off the shelf. As I take it up to the counter, you enter the store as well, making a beeline for the same spot. We reach the counter at the same time. The employee has surely seen what it is I grabbed from the rack, and I now look super embarrassed at finding myself in close proximity to two beautiful girls with a porn magazine in my hand. I have it pretty much rolled up and at my side, practically hidden from you, the other customer. I try to look like I'm searching for something else, hoping that you'll just buy something and leave. "Oh, I'm sorry, go ahead," you say, noticing me there. My eyes dart to the punky girl-whose tight black tank top isn't doing the best job of hiding her big breasts- and then you. I look trapped. "No, that's ok, you go ahead." My eyes are on the floor. "No, I insist-you were here first. I don't want to be rude. Please-after you." Trapped. I go to put the magazine on the counter, face down, but manage to almost drop it. One of the little subscription inserts falls out in the process, and being a friendly co-customer, you bend down a pick it up for me. It is almost in my hand before you see that there is a naked woman on it, her legs spread eagle. You pass it to me and give blue-hair behind the counter a little smirk. She flips the magazine over to locate the price. There is a naked woman on the cover, standing up in a bathtub, dripping wet. The girl rings me in, acting totally professional. "That's $6.99." I am rooting around in my pockets in a flustered manner, unable to find my wallet or any money. The magazine sits there on the counter, face up in front of the three of us. You lean in a bit as I'm hurriedly searching for cash and focus on the magazine. "Guess you were planning a night in, by yourself," you say in a slightly mocking tone while smiling at the girl employee. She laughs a bit, but it's definitely an uncomfortable, don't-know-what-else-to-do laugh. She seems a bit embarrassed for me. "Uh...ya," I stammer in reply as I frantically try and find my money. You lean on the counter, and as the punky girl's eyes widen you begin to flip though the pages of the porn mag. "Oh, my," you say as you flip by a series of photos of a couple fucking in a locker room. The last photo is a full-page spread with the man lying on his back on a bench, the woman's pussy practically smothering his face as his tongue touches her clit. "Is this the kinda stuff you get off on?" you ask, directing the question to me but making eye contact with the girl behind the counter. Your little smile seems to communicate that you are getting great pleasure from embarrassing me. She can't believe what's happening. "I'm sorry?" I manage to say. You continue to flip through the pages. "This kind of...material-is this what gets you going?" I look at you, and then sheepishly at the girl. "Uh, well, I don't know." You come across a set of photos with two women sucking a man's cock. One of them laps at his balls while the other is taking his long shaft into her mouth. Now blue-hair is starting to look a little flustered herself. "Or maybe you just read it for the articles," you say looking me in the eye. "While turning the pages with one hand, I'm sure." The girl seems sure that she should say something, but is so shocked that she just stands there speechless, pictures of a hot threesome right under her nose. I finally find a ten-dollar bill and hand it over the counter. "God, how perverted," you say as you turn the pages to the end of the scene, one of the women licking the man's cum off of the other's tits. "You know, I bet when you're home you'll pretend that this is us," you say, and you make a little gesture with your hand that seems to indicate yourself and blue-hair, but it's hard to say. At this point, it's my turn to take action. I close the magazine on the counter and turn to you. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you. Knowing that I'm gonna go home and imagine that you're one of those women." You seem a bit taken aback by me speaking, as does our audience of one. "You'd just love to think about that, wouldn't you-me looking at those pictures, naked and stroking myself, visualizing you. I bet that's what you're going to think about when you get home, and I bet you're hands are gonna be busy too." You are staring at the floor, looking like you've been caught doing something wrong. Blue-hair is watching intently, still shocked at the scene in front of her. I glance down quickly and see that her nipples are just starting to poke through her tank top. "In fact," I continue-now taking my turn to smile coyly at the girl, " I wouldn't be surprised if really you were less interested in going home and playing with yourself-while thinking of me-and more interested in acting out a few of these...scenarios-with me." I tap the magazine on the counter for emphasis. "Hmm, I feel like maybe I'm right? Why don't you just be honest, and stop being such a little tease. Isn't that what you really want?" Now your eyes dart sheepishly to our stunned spectator before looking back down. "Yes," you reply, almost inaudibly. "Good," I smile, touching your arm. "Let's go." I turn to blue-hair behind the counter- who may as well have her jaw on the floor-and point at the magazine. "Uh, don't need that after all-sorry." As we walk away from the counter, you whisper something in my ear, and in response I give your ass a little slap just as we leave the store. We are in bed together in a matter of minutes, both of us horny as hell. We fuck each other urgently, both of us thinking about how turned on our little show must have made that girl. We imagine her going home and jamming her fingers in and out of herself, excited beyond words at having watched two "strangers" hook up like that. We are both close to orgasm, and I am whispering in your ear. "I bet she's thinking about us right now-picturing you sucking my cock, imagining you grinding your pussy into my face. Think of her-squeezing one of those big tits with one hand while finger fucking herself with the other-all the while imagining what you look like on all fours with your ass in the air." You're whimpers fill the room. " I bet she's thinking about your pussy-trying to picture it. Wondering if you shave or not. I'm sure she's fantasizing that your pussy is nice and smooth...wishing she could run her tongue along those smooth lips...wanting to taste it..." This sends you over the edge and you come hard underneath me. I am starting to really moan now, thrusting into you, and now it's you who's talking in my ear. "I bet she wishes we'd invited her to join us. She'd probably love to be behind you right now, helping out as you fuck me. Running her little punk rock tongue piercing along the underside of you balls-how does that sound?" At this point, I find it hard to answer. "Or maybe her tongue would end up somewhere else..." and with that you run a wet finger lightly over my asshole, causing me to grunt. "Would that be ok?" I make some sound approximating yes, lost in my building climax. My imagination takes grip of me, and as you finger continues to tease my ass I can picture blue-hair in bed with us, her huge breasts squeezed against the mattress as she uses her mouth to pleasure me from behind. "Well," you whisper, just before I explode, "she still has your ten dollars-we might have to go back." The Store Brought Cuckold For a very long time I have had fantasies of being cuckolded by my wife. Th whole idea of her deriving sexual pleasure from someone else's cock was driving me wild. I toyed with the idea of convincing her to take some new lovers so that she would experience the joy of having a bigger and better cock stuffed inside her. I believed however that this would be a futile endeavour because she was not the type of woman who would agree to this sort of thing. She needed the soft loving relationship that we had developed over the years and would probably not be able to relax and feel comfortable enough to enjoy the experience. I was also afraid that if she did fool around with someone else that he or they would interfere with our daily life. This I did not want to happen. Yet, at the same time the fantasy of her sharing her body with others still raged within me. I wanted her to have sexual encounters and pleasures that I was not able to provide and to be replaced as her main sexual partner. My plan was two-fold. First I needed a cock to replace mine. This was easily achieved by purchasing one from a sex shop in town. I picked a simple black cyber skin dildo and on the box was the British porn star Omar Williams with a length of 10 and 6-½ diameter. With a set of big full black balls that could fit into a strap-on harness or use the sucker cup to stick down. With these dimensions she would now experience a lover with four inches longer and 2 inches thicker than mine in her soft warm pussy. Then second part of my plan would be to ensure that her sexual pleasure with her new lover would be more satisfying than with my tiny cock. When the fateful night came I told her I had a surprise for her and she had to meet a few conditions in order to receive it. I did not want her to form any preconceived ideas about her new dildo until she had cum all over it. After some kissing and fondling during which time I had her completely naked I told her to place a blindfold over her eyes and she could have her gift. Slightly reluctant she complied. I started by giving her amazing neck massacre, then when she was really worked up, I slipped on a x-large condom with tube on Omar large firm black veined cock and twisted him to low and started to stroke her pussy lips with it's tip. She started to moan and then to my joy she started to buck her hips toward it. She was ready for it to penetrate into her pussy. I was breathing quite hard and getting very excited myself at the prospect that she was about to have her new cock deep within her, deeper than I would ever reach. I dipped the tip of his cock between the folds of her pussy lips then slid it up and down her slit at little. She was really hot now and I started to ease it into her bit by bit inch by inch. Her moaning and bucking increased in intensity as she was taking the vibrator deeper and deeper into her. It may have been because I was usually a little busier at this time controlling my own member when we had sex but I swear her reactions where much lustier than when I was entering her. I stopped and removed the blind folded god she looks so sexy seeing her with Omar cock starting to filling her pussy, she looked at me and her eyes looked through me at the room as if it was just her and him pure lust, the look on her face told me she was so very close I continued to insert him into her until he was completely buried in her pussy. Then once it was fully into her I held him there moving very slowly like a real cock with small twitches it was at this time I realized she was enjoying herself more than ever before and at the same time that his cock was fucking her in places that I have never been and never would be. I fucked her like this for 10 minutes, with her moaning and squirming and breathing as she was fucked better than ever before. Suddenly I noticed she was getting ready to cum and when she did I could feel her tense up around his cock like nothing I have never experienced before. If she had grabbed my cock that hard I swear it would have been squished. As her orgasm receded I left Omar buried to it's hilt deep within her pussy as her mini orgasms shook her body, I then moved up to her pillow and gave her a deep and passionate kiss. I had been down where the action was watching her pussy get fucked. During a long kiss I slowly pulled Omar's cock out of her pussy and I could feel her whimper as he left her body. I swirled it around her pussy lips a little then shut it off. Then I moved to between her legs for my turn. I had been so excited by this whole experience that I new I could not hold out for long. Also I wanted to start laying the groundwork for her to associate better sex with her lover and poorer sex with my tiny cock. After about a minute or less I deposited my cum in her pussy. I was satisfied from my short time in her pussy and my wife was satisfied from the fucking she had received earlier. All my wife could say to me for the longest time as we laid in bed was how much she loved me. She asked to see "IT" for the first time, since she had been blindfolded when he was getting ready. She held it in her small hands he looked so big then placed it between her breasts and kissed the tip of his knob, cuddled with it feeling his large balls. My plan had worked out perfectly. She loved the personal attention from me and the sexual attention from her new lover. I did not push the use of her new lover on her, instead I waited until she was ready to ask for it instead. We had great sex a few times after that, then one night as she was having trouble reaching orgasm and I new I could not hold out much longer, she whispered in my ear that maybe I should "call for Omar". I pulled out of her and reached into the dresser drawer and pulled out her lover Omar and slid his condom on. I turned it on and started to fuck her once again to a tremendous orgasm. Then she gestured me towards her open legs to relieve myself. Instead of penetrating her this time I moved onto the next section of my plan to reinforce my lack of fucking ability and the superior sex while being fucked by Omar. I merely slid my cock up and down her slippery slit that was glistening from her come and started coming over her slick pussy lips very happy. Over the next several lovemaking sessions I repeated this procedure or came quickly so that she would ask for Omar to finish her off. I really enjoyed sliding her new lover into her cum soaked pussy and bringing her off to a fantastic orgasm. I also made sure that I serviced her orally licking and sucking her pussy till she was slick and loosened up. Once this routine had been set in place I actually refrained from penetrating her pussy and did not cum at all during sex for a while; not enough that it would feel awkward for her but enough to show her that only her orgasms were important. I masturbated afterwards to relieve myself while thinking that my fantasy was becoming reality Omar was becoming her main lover cumin only on him. The next step in my plan was going to be the hardest to get the nerve to implement. I was going to have to let her in on my fantasy in order for it to come to fruition. It wasn't easy at first, but I managed to relate to her that I was deriving great pleasure from her being well fucked by her lover and that I no longer wanted her to allow me to have her all the time. I was rarely again to have the pleasure of pounding my cock deep within her pussy if Omar made her cum and she needed more she would ask me. I would keep her sexually satisfied with my tongue, my fingers and any pretend cock she wanted. She was a little taken back at first but as I explained she warmed to the idea. After our talk and the last part of my plan was completed we started to kiss and fondle each other. I started kissing her lips, then moved down to her breasts. Sucking and licking on her swollen nipples. Then I moved down her sides, down the outsides of her legs then back up on the insides of her thighs. I licked her pussy and sucked on her clit, then slid two fingers between the fold of her pussy lips. She then instructed me to come up and fuck her with my cock one last time. I was so horny that I could not resist that temptation, even though it was not what I had planed. I kissed my way up to her face, then placed my cock at the entrance of her eager pussy, but before I could penetrate her, she put her hand on my chest and informed me that I was no longer allowed "in there FIRST " and that I should go get her "new lover OMAR ready to make love to her as she really needed a proper size cock to do the job. My heart skipped a beat and I almost came right there. I gave her a big kiss on the lips then as I moved down toward the end of the bed to the dresser I sucked long and hard on her beautiful pussy. I reached into the drawer and pulled out her "Omar "slid on a condom and slid it into her pussy and fucked her with it to a convulsive orgasm. After she had cum I started to wonder how I was to get relief? I started to move but she stopped me and said not tonight Omar had made my pussy sore, I would have to make do with tossing myself off into Omar's used condom but not on the bed as she like the idea that she had made it there's, she told me to lay on floor, she pull out for under her pillow a new pack off stockings, told me she had gotten my size and to put them on, here sissy take my wet panties off and heres Omar small condom. She had me lay on the floor by her side of the bed, as I laid there in my stockings I pull on his condom it went on so easily and was to long. Say told me how much Omar had filled her and how she is a happily fucked bunny, telling me she came so much on his thick black cock that she didn't want to spoil it with me, but I could cum in his condom even though it was too big for me and could you try and cum in the tip. I could feel her panties, which were still wet from there fucking with her lover Omar. She say just before I shot my load, nightly nightly sissy boy, they're more off this to come from now on. A few strokes later I spewed my cum all over her panties. I realized the deal was done and that she was very happy with our new arrangement. After A came I pulled off my stockings and clean myself up in the bathroom came back and tidy away most of the stuff in the bedroom. Before I had shot my load she had rolled over and had falling asleep with Omar still in her arms between her boobs, She had a new man sized lover. Ever since then I have lived my fantasy, I have brought her some panties with I love Omar's cock and if she wearing them before or when she in bed that's the sign don't ask its only Omar tonight. My wife and I have noticed a distinct difference in her pussy's appearance. She is much looser and her labia are quite extended from the frequent sex sessions with her new Main lover Omar. I am always in charge of using them on her so FAR. ( 3somes ) She always teases me that when am allowed to put my cock in her pussy she always says she doubted she would even feel me in there now that's how small ive become. She bought a fake cyber skin pussy from the sex shop in town and has joked that she will give me lessons on how to fucking a woman properly with a tiny cock using that fake pussy she going to make up a name for HER (that will NEVER happen only REAL PUSSY for me). ( 4somes ) She has never looked so happy and sexually satisfied and I am happy with the arrangements. THE END OR NEW START BULL RIDER