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The Stranger

By: sir_shmergin



She awoke with a start, at 3:00 a.m., to find a man standing in her bedroom. "Don’t fear,” he said."I mean you no harm.” Fully awake now, she was scared beyond belief. "How did you get here and what do you want.”

“I am here to bring you something," he replied. "What.”

“Pleasure beyond measure,” he grinned.

He was naked, she saw. Tall, at least 6’, he was a strong, big man. She looked at his cock despite her fear, she couldn’t help it, limp and hanging it was at least 7.” This is insane she thought. This can’t be happening. Bad thoughts raced thought her mind; he’s a murderer, a rapist or just plain crazy. But despite her fear, she found the sight of his cock arousing.

"I do not know how I came to be here, but I know what to do now that I am,” said the man. "Do not fear me.” He knelt on her bed and reached for her. She drew back. "

Shhh,” he whispered, " I’m here to please you.” He put is hand gently under her neck and pulled her face to his, and gently put his lips to hers. Despite herself she found her body responding to him. He probed her mouth with his tongue, trembling she accepted it and responded in kind. Mouth on mouth still, he rolled to her side and gently placed his hand on the soft of her belly. Swirling his hand around gently, he messaged her soft flat belly. 

She had never felt such a soft touch from a man before. He worked his hand down to just above her soft, neatly trimmed pubic hair. She shivered as he played with the soft hair in his fingers. He put his mouth next to her ear and with his tongue he messaged her there. Tongue probing gently in it and then around to the outside and across the back. All across her neck and ear his tongue lovingly kissed her. Her back arched and she moaned, as she tried to make his fingers touch her clitorus. But, he would not. "Please,” she whispered to his ear. And as she did his fingers touched her hard sweet button. She thought she would explode right then. Never had she felt such heat. He rolled his hand, to put his thumb on the clit, and slowly, gently he put his index finger inside her. Thrusting it all the way in and she felt the little murmur of climax flow though her. 

"Ahhhhhhhh,” she moaned as he worked his fingers faster. Then pulling out his finger from her hot wet slit, dripping with her juices, he slid it in her tight asshole. Slowly pushing it in, while she trembled with just the right mixture of pain and pleasure. Once his finger all the way in, he put his thumb in her pussy. She moaned as she started another rippling orgasm. By now all she thought of was the pressure in her sweet ass and the pleasure in her pussy. She came hard now, wave after wave, as her pussy muscles clenched and released around his finger, over and over again. "Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhh,” she yelled, "Please… please don’t stop, yes, yes, yes, Oh god, god, god.” Faster and faster he drove his magic fingers. He bit down on one of her nipples, and she yelled, "harder, harder,” until he thought he might bite them off.

God, did she feel good. Wave after wave. Pulse after pulse. 

Finally he pulled his fingers out.

She lay there gasping, not even really comprehending, the sensations running through her. But, she realized it was not even over, as she saw him on his knees between her legs, holding his cock. In the soft moonlight coming though the window, she could see him looking at her. He looked at her with such desire and longing and passion. It made her feel beautiful and loved, in a way she never had before. 

Looking down at her, he thought god what a beautiful pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, mixing his pre-cum with her juices. It felt so good to him. He messaged her clit with the head of his cock and then rubbed it up and down her slit again. Finally unable to contain himself, he pushed into her. As he did, he heard her moan and he felt her muscles contract around him, accepting it, loving it. She was so hot there, so wet. He lowered himself down to wrap his arms under her back. Kissing her nipples, one at a time, she started to cum again. He thrust deeper. Withdrawing almost all the way out, just leaving the head in, and then violently thrusting back in. Then slowly, gently withdrawing to the head, again, only to thrust back in savagely. In and out he went on like this. Gently out, violently in. She quivered. She trembled. She even clawed at him. She didn’t know what to do. She came, over and over, each one better than the one before. She thought she would die of orgasm overdose! 

She looked up at him and said, "Cum sweetie, cum.”

“ I want u to fill me with it.” She grabbed her legs and pulled them high in the air, to accept him deeper. "Please lover I want you to shoot it into me, I want it to fill me.” Her cooing driving him on, he slammed into her savagely thinking only of his pleasure. 

His cock twitching inside her, she felt another tremendous wave cumming. "AHHHHHHHHH,” they both yelled together as their mutual climax came crashing in on them. 

Exhausted they collapsed in a love heap. 

Later that night she awoke finding herself alone. She felt as if she had dreamed it. But, the pleasurable soreness she felt and her wet pussy told her, he had been there. Who was he? How did he get in? And, where had he come from? These things did not concern her as much, as when was he coming back? She smiled the smile of a lady in love and rolled back over.

The Stranger



After years of dating and sleeping with different men, I never thought I'd meet a man that took my breath away. But I did. This man walked into my life from out of no where. He had the sexiest voice I had ever heard. He was charming and good looking. Unfortunately, as quickly as he walked in, he walked out just as quickly. But the time we spent together, I will never forget.

After a long exhausting day at work, as I sat in traffic on the main highway I remembered that I needed to stop at the store for some basic food items. The typical milk and eggs run. Not wanting to sit in traffic any longer I took the next exit and headed down a somewhat unfamiliar back road, thinking it would be faster. This road was not very well lit and soon I heard that thump, thump, thump, the tires make when it's getting flat. It does always seem to happen on the darkest of roads. 

I pulled over into a little dirt path and got out to inspect the tire. Standing in the dark, in my white blouse and short black skirt and heels, I contemplated as to what to do. As I stood there thinking, a car pulled up and stopped behind my van. Nervous yet thankful that someone would stop, I walked towards this Good Samaritan stranger. He got out of his car and began to walk towards me. He was tall and walked with confidence. " Need some help?" he asked. His voice was unbelievably sexy, deep but not throaty. I swallowed hard and tried to look as much like a damsel in distress as I could. As I stood there looking at him I could feel my panties moisten. He stepped closer to me and said, " I can fix this if you'd like."

"That would be great." I replied. We walked to the back of my van and began searching for the car jack. Our hands touched as we felt around in the darkness. I told him that I thought the replacement tire was under the van. I turned and slowly bent down to look underneath, completely aware that he was getting a perfect view of my ass. As I stood there bent over, I felt his hand slid up my thigh and under the lace of my panty. Not wanting him to stop I stayed in that position, letting him know I wanted him there. I spread my legs, just a bit, and his fingers found their way to my pussy lips, which were already slick with my juices. Placing his hand on the small of my back, his finger slid past my lips and circled my clit and then slowly he slipped his finger deep inside me. As he withdrew I stood and turned around as he slipped his pussy soaked finger into my mouth and watched as I licked my juices from his finger. 

His hands traveled down my blouse, feeling my erect nipples through the soft silky material. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra and exposed my soft 48DD's to his welcoming tongue. His tongue swirled around one nipple, getting it harder with every stroke as his fingers tweaked and pinched the other nipple. I reached down to unzip his pants, but he stopped me and took me by the hand and led me into the back of my van. The center seat had been removed earlier in the week so that I could help a friend move, so the back of the van was a welcome spot. We climbed inside and he sat down on the bench seat. He motioned for me to sit in front of him on the floor, which I did. He reached forward, under my skirt and slowly removed my panties. Then he leaned for me and grabbed my thighs, pulling up to his face with my ass against his chest, so that I was almost upside down. His hot tongue met my wet pussy and he moaned with me in pure pleasure as he skillful swirled his tongue around my clit. Slowly he sucked and flicked it, making my legs tremble from complete ecstasy. My mind floated as his tongue moved faster and faster. I felt myself on the verge of release. 

My legs began to shake and he held on tighter, he licked from the length of my pussy to my ass and back again. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer and I exploded my sweet juices into his mouth. He sucked and slurped every last drop. Easing me back to the floor on the van, I quickly went to my knees and reached for his pants. I unzipped and pushed his pants and under shorts to his knees. Before me was the most beautifully shaped cock I had ever seen. Long and thick and hard as a rock. I rolled my tongue across my lips and leaned forward and began to lick his balls. They were soft and hot and I sucked gently on them. Slowly I ran my wet tongue up the length of his shaft and down the other side and back again. I parted my lips and took him inside my mouth. 

Once inside, I swirled my tongue around his cock and slipped him in deeper, almost able to include his balls in this action. I listened to him moan as I moved up and down on his throbbing cock. His hands held my head on either side and gently set the pace. His hips began to rock and I could feel him getting harder in my mouth. Knowing he was going to explode I took him in deeper, not wanting to lose any of him. When he exploded in my mouth, he carefully pushed down on my head and up with his hips. I continued to suck him and delighted that he remained stiff. 

He lifted me up by my shoulders and I climbed on top of him. Easing down slowly, his manhood entered my womanhood. Still dripping from his tongue action, he slipped right in. With his hands on my ass, and my nipples in his mouth, we bounced up and down together in perfect rhythm. Not wanting this to end just yet, I climbed off him and turned around. Lifting my skirt and bending over, he half stood and entered me from behind. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit as we slammed into each other. He slipped his finger into my ass as he fucked me from behind. He leaned forward and whisper in my ear, "Ooooh Baby, baby " I came as his cock exploded and we slowly rocked in final unison. 

We stepped out of the van, dressed and without speaking changed my flat tire. When he finished, he kissed me, deep and long. I thanked him for stopping and helping. He asked if I drive this road often and I said that I would now! He smiled and got into his car and drove away. 

I never did see him again, but in my mind, he often visits me in my bedroom at night.



The Stranger



When she bought the house, one of the things that Samantha liked best was the backyard. The large heated pool, the extended deck area, the French doors that opened to the deck from throughout the house, she loved all of it.

Her own bedroom had large double doors opening directly to the deck and the matched lawn furniture she had placed there. There was a high wooden fence all around the property, giving her complete privacy for nude midnight swims and naked sunbathing.

This morning, Sam had been out in the hot summer sun, tanning her trim body. She took a book, magazines, a radio, a phone and a tall glass of iced tea. She would lounge on the chair or float in the water, turning herself frequently to keep her beautiful golden tan even. As usual, she tried to read her new book, but couldn't keep her mind on it. Something about the hot sun and the water and her naked body made her mind turn to things erotic. She was extremely excited, a buzz in her head and an ache in her pinkness. She fought the desire as long as she could, but it overwhelmed her. All she could think about was her aching clit and her throbbing nipples. She could just satisfy herself in the pool, but found the neighborhood noises sometimes distracted her, making her miss her mark.

When the desire became too strong, Sam went into her bedroom, leaving the French doors slightly ajar in her rush to move to her big bed. As she passed her dresser, she took her two favorite vibrators from the drawer. One was a blue jelly vibrator and the other was a beautiful green jelly one with little bumps on it. She settled on her side of the bed, slightly curled up. She allowed her hands to slide over her hot, naked skin, feeling the smoothness of her body. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensations of her fingers sliding over the slightly oiled skin. 

Her fingers slid between her legs, toying with the long, curly hair she found there. She played with the curls, pulling them out and letting them fall back against her mound. She combed them with her fingertips, enjoying the gentle touch of her nails on the sensitive skin there. Her finger slowly traced the slit, taking so much time, moving slowly and surely. Now there was no rush, she wanted to enjoy the knowledge of what was to come. Finally, after long foreplay, she plunged her finger into her slit, finding her clit and toying with it. She liked to play and come at least once with her fingers before adding the "Boys" to the mix.

She was lying on her left side, her right hand busily engaged when she heard a voice, a man's voice. Her eyes flew open and she saw a man standing in the doorway leading to the pool. He looked away from her, stammering and stuttering, not entirely sure what to do. He said, "My car died right in front of your house, and I knocked on the front door. I noticed the fence was open, so I came back here looking for a phone. I knocked on the French doors and they opened. I am so sorry to have, ah, interrupted you." He knew he should leave, but the sight of Samantha busily pleasuring herself was mesmerizing. He tried to look away, and make normal conversation, telling her his name was Tanner and he was from another town, just here for a meeting.

As he tried to make conversation, Samantha looked him over. He was tall with a nice build, wearing neat jeans and a crisp cotton shirt. He was clean-shaven, with beautiful green eyes and long lashes behind wire rimmed glasses. She noticed his hands, his long, graceful fingers. He was clean and neat and very cute. 

He stepped into the room and tried to cover Sam's naked body with the sheet, but she couldn't tolerate the weight on her hot skin. He was quite a lovely man and she needed one now. She thought it through carefully, or as carefully as a woman on the verge of orgasm can think. Here was a stranger, a man she would never see again and he had the one thing she couldn't supply on her own. He had a cock, and judging from the bulge in his jeans, quite a nice, hot cock.

She pulled her fingers from her pussy, making a delightful wet popping sound as they emerged. She moved her fingers toward the sheet when the man reached forward and gently guided her hand to his mouth. His mouth opened and he sucked her wet fingers deep into his warmth, closing his eyes and slightly sighing as he tasted her juices. His lips pulled on her fingers, moving them in and out of her mouth with a slightly erotic rhythm. Sam felt the pull deep inside her pussy. She looked directly at his groin, and was delighted to see his jeans were nearly pulsing. 

Tanner sat down beside her, his back against her updrawn thighs, facing her. He leaned forward and softly kissed her, moving his lips against hers, brushing back and forth, his tongue slipping out to trace the shape of her mouth. She felt her mouth relax, inviting his tongue to enter and make love. He was a great kisser. He moved slowly but with skill, shaping her lips and washing the sensitive area with his fantastic tongue. She felt herself playing, sliding in and out of his succulent mouth, while the electric jolts raced through her body to her very center. She thought she had been excited before, but now she was aware of her pussy swelling and the moisture gathering, spilling down her thighs.

Now his fingers moved from her shoulders to her erect nipples. He touched them softly, tracing them and feeling the skin pull tighter and the nipples engorge further. She moaned into his mouth. Having her nipples played with and sucked were one of Sam's favorite activities. His sweet mouth pulled away from hers and started moving toward her aching nipples. He kissed the skin and licked around each breast, moving his tongue with a skill and sensuality that made her shiver. Her back arched, encouraging him to continue. Tanner's mouth moved busily, giving equal time to both soft breasts, both throbbing nipples. He licked and sucked on them, giving all his attention to her needy nubs.

He seemed in no hurry at all, but made love to her breasts until she was barely breathing. The orgasm that had escaped when he arrived was building again. His fingers were stroking up and down her back, massaging her spine and the swell of her ass cheeks. Sam felt the heat building, felt her legs tightening and heard the roar in her head that signaled an orgasm. Tanner's mouth continued laving her engorged nipples, circling the base and tickling the sensitive area. Suddenly, he pulled her right nipple deep into his mouth and began sucking it needily, triggering her orgasm. She cried out as the spasm started so deep within her pink, arching to his mouth, offering herself to him.

His mouth remained gently on her breast, allowing her to calm down and catch her breath. He watched her as she regained awareness, her eyes still glazed with lust. As her body relaxed, she turned on her back and her legs fell open limply. Tanner could see her pretty brown curlies, shiny from tanning oil. He slid his long fingers down her belly, moving into the jumble of curls and combing them. He could feel her wetness, her swollen lips. He heard her intake of breath as he slid across her slit. He reached across her body and picked up the Green Boy, using it to slide up and down her engorged lips. He moved it deeper and deeper, up and down, as her legs began to tremble and her moans started again. She was so wet, the toy slipped easily into her deep pinkness, until only the black knob remained visible. He turned on the vibrator, hearing the throbbing whhhhiiiirrrrrr, even from deep inside this luscious woman.

She looked at Tanner then, her eyes pleading, her soft moans becoming begging, saying, "Please, please" over and over. He took the cool Blue Boy from beside her and placed the tip against her clit, turning the control switch to high. Sam's entire body responded. Her hips rose from the bed, pushing against the toy and trying to make even more contact. Tanner concentrated on keeping the toys in place as she writhed on the bed. He moved the Green Boy in and out of her needy pussy, turning it slightly and slowly. He wanted her to feel the bumpy texture as it slid in and out of her depths, wanted to see her come again with her toys inside her. Sam was so incredibly excited that it didn't take long. Her moans became growls, from deep in her throat and her legs locked together around his hand as she fucked her toys and moved toward a massive orgasm. When she came, she called out his name and seemed to suck the toys even deeper within her. Again, Tanner waited until she returned to awareness and then carefully removed both toys. 

He was incredibly excited and couldn't wait another minute. He stood and undressed quickly, his erect hot cock springing out, precome dripping from the engorged head. She reached for it, but Tanner couldn't even allow for that. He placed himself above her body and lowered his cock between her legs. He felt her small hand reach down and guide him to her swollen pussy. He couldn't stop. He entered her and began stroking in and out with unbelievable need. He felt her legs wrap around him, giving him even deeper access to her pussy. Her warm inner self molded itself to him, and made him feel a part of her. They kissed greedily as he plumbed her depths, whispering words of desire and lust, both of them in a haze of desire.

Her hand was still between them and he could feel her fingers on his cock, massaging it as he moved in and out. He felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to explode. Sam's fingers moved into his hair, holding his face to hers, kissing him with excitement and desire. She looked into his eyes and smiled, asking him to come for her, in her.

Tanner tensed and then felt the come pouring into her. Her hips met his, thrusting in unison, slowing as his orgasm diminished. He collapsed on her, holding her close and kissing her face, his cock still inside her. He felt her muscles as she milked him and caressed him.

They slept.



The Stranger



My wife lay naked her legs spread wide her shaven pussy in clear view. The bedroom door was wide open so we could clearly see her sleeping on the bed. I had come back way too late from the office and had gone to a local bar for a drink with Tim. We had a little too much to drink and Tim was in no fit state to drive home so we had got a cab to my house and while trying to sneak upstairs to put Tim in the spare room we came cross this very horny making view. 

At first I just looked at her pussy imagining licking her moist slit with out thing about Tim standing beside me, we entered the room, Tim was the first to make a move. He knelt between my wife's legs and pushed them a little wider apart he inserted a finger in to her cunt my wife moaned a little, he pushed another one in she pushed her hips in response. 

My cock hardened I undid my trousers to release my dick in to my hand grabbing it tightly and thrusting my hand down firmly on my shaft. Watching him finger fuck my wife was a real turn on his finger glistened with her juices

She started to waken she was now really enjoying the attention Tim was giving her. He was now parting her lips and began tonguing and biting her clit she had not realized it was not me. His tongue entered her cunt she pushed his head deeper. It was then she opened her eyes and realized it was not I sucking her cunt. With out giving her time to say any thing I move towards her and pushed her head on to my cock, she tried to pull her head away but I pushed it harder on to my cock " suck it hard show him you how good you are at blowjobs so when it his turn he knows what he's getting." She still tried to object but Tim just licked and fingered her cunt harder her objection soon faded.

I released the pressure on her head she now pushed her self on to all fours and said, "let do it right if we are going to do it at all." Tim and I undressed. He entered her slit from behind she took my cock in hand pulled the skin down and began to push her mouth on to my throbbing dick she licked the head before pushing the entire length in to her mouth she drew her head back to the very tip and licked the shaft while looking at me I could see by the look in her eye she was really enjoying this new pleasure of being fucked at both ends.

I grabbed her hair and once again pushed the full length of my now throbbing cock down her willing throat I came deep in her mouth she swallows most of my seed I pull out to shot the rest over her open mouth "yes yes more she moans"her own orgasm now approaches she pushes back towards Tim he grabs her hips and came with a deep moan in side her she moans don't stop he pushes harder she came with aloud deafening shout "fuck me hard fuck me harder."

We rest for one moment not speaking after about five minutes then my wife asks, "who is your friend" I reply don't talk so much you have a blobjob to give don't be so rude to our guest." With that Tim stood in front of her she clasps his now semi erect cock and begins to wank him off. I watch as his cock stiffens in her hand she now licks his balls making her way up to the head of is now hard dick she slowly and gently pulls his full length in to her mouth he moans with pleasure his hand cup her tits and flicks her hardened nipples. 

My cock is now hard and in need of pleasure I wank as she sucks his cock he start to moan "Take it all bitch deep throat me let me fuck your face" she again get on all fours. I push my cock in to her flooded cunt I pump hard I feel her cunt muscles tighten she cums still sucking cock. I add my cum to her pussy, I now watch as Tim starts to cum she takes the first few pumps of his seed he pulls out and shoots the rest over her tits. 

We all rested and I introduced the stranger I had meet that night he stayed till morning and was gone when we awoke.



The Stranger



He met her by accident it was in a supermarket, she was in the fruit section and as he walked down the aisle toward her, she was bent over picking her choice of fruits, she was wearing cutoffs and they were so short; the cheeks of her ass were very visual and was proof to him that she didn't mind showing off some of her prize possessions. He could tell also that she wasn't wearing a bra as her breast swayed with every movement she made. He decided he would try to make contact. He told her good morning and as she looked up, he saw the most beautiful blue eyes looking back at him. Good morning she replied, "Are you looking to buy some fruit she asked?"

"If you are, the bananas are a good choice" and as she ran her fingers down the length of the banana, replying that they were nice and firm.

He immediately felt a tingling sensation, my GOD he said to himself, was this lady sexy, he figured her to be about 24 or 25 years old. He followed her to the checkout and asked could he help her bring her groceries to her car. She said that was very thoughtful, so he walked with her to her car. The car was a 91 mustang and as she bends over to put the groceries in the trunk, there was that vision of beauty (her cheeks) staring at him again. She asked if he were new in town and he said yes and that he was looking for an apartment to rent. She told him that may be difficult as there weren't many in that area. He asked about a nice place to eat and she told him that since he had been so nice to her, she wanted to know if he would join her for dinner.

He started to refuse, but thought he might hurt her feelings, so he accepted. He followed her to her apartment and again helped her with the groceries and again getting an eyeful of her beautiful backside. Once inside she told him to make himself comfortable while she saved the groceries, once saved, she started dinner. She thought either her dinner was very good or he hadn't eaten in a very long time because once he started, he never looked up. He complimented her on such a fine meal, said he had never met someone so young that could cook so well. He said he wanted to help with the dishes and would not take no for an answer, she started to feel more at ease with him as the night went on. After a few hours of getting to know each other, he stated that he better be going. She asked where did he intend to sleep, he replied, in his car if he couldn't find a place that night. She contemplated in her mind if what she was about to ask him, should she ask him. She told him that he would never find a room at this hour and that he would be welcomed to stay for the night and sleep on the couch. He said if she felt comfortable having a stranger in the house, he would accept, she agreed.

After getting clothes from his car, she asked might he want to shower, he replied, indeed he would. He followed her down the hall to the bath, still eyeing her backside as she walked ahead of him. He thought to himself, how could a beautiful creature such as herself not have a husband or steady boyfriend. She opened the door to the bath and showed him where the towels and linen were. He thanked her and closed the door behind her. She heard the shower start and a flash thought ran through her mind as to what he would look like when he exited the shower with only a towel wrapped around him. He was quite older than she, however he seemed to be in good physical condition. It had been some time now that she had been with a man.

With the shower running; he wouldn't hear her opening the door to get a quick glimpse of him as the shower doors were clear, oh my, she was starting to feel a little sensual. The excitement of seeing him all lathered, among other things made her decision easy, she would go for it. She quietly cracked the door open and from the mirror on the wall, she had a full view of the shower and just as she thought, he had lathered his whole body and was rinsing off, "ummmmm," she glanced a little lower and to her amazement, his equipment was very pleasing, in fact, very outstanding, ohhhhhhhhh, she was getting very aroused by the site of him. She heard the water stop, so she quickly shut the door and went to the front part of the house. As he entered the room where she was, she saw he had only put pants on and had no shirt and She said to herself, " I was right ", he did take care of himself. He walks over toward her and says, your turn. Once again he watches as she walks down the hall to the bath. He tries to picture in his mind what she would look like without any clothes on. A vision of loveliness fills his mind; he wonders to himself if she could become interested in him, after all he was so much older than she. He started to get nervous at the thought of trying to sneak a peek of her while showering, after all she had gone out of her way to be so nice to him, but was she just being nice or was it her way of showing him she would like to know more about him. He decided to chance it, as her beauty had overtaken his will power not to try.

Slowly he pushed open the door hoping the sound of the shower would silence any sound he might make. From the mirror on the wall he could see everything, there she was, a goddess in a waterfall she looked like. He watched as she lathered, rubbing her body all over, he watched as her hands moved gently over her breast, then down between her legs, ohhhhhhhh he was starting to feel an erection coming on, as he watched her rinse, the water droplets glistening on her soft skin. He was mesmerized by her beauty, and didn't hear her turn off the water, as she opened the shower door, she saw him through the mirror.

He knew he was caught, he immediately started to close the door, but she said wait, he turned toward her and she held the towel in front of her, she then asked him if he liked what he saw. He started to apologize for what he had done, when she again asked, "well, did you like what you saw", and at that moment let the towel drop to the floor. There he stood, his mouth wide open, his eyes staring at her nakedness, he stood there speechless and finally muttered "oh yes", she then asked, "do you want what you see?" Again he was dumfounded, her eyes lowered to his crotch and she see could the bulge in his pants getting bigger. He then looked in her eyes and knew she was serious. He stated, "of course I want you". She looked deep into his eyes and said, "Well then get on your knees and prove it."

He drops to his knees, he grabs her buttocks, she grabs his head and they both pull, his mouth is buried into her pussy, she is shaved, and nothing but tender skin does he have to suck on. She pulls his head tighter and pleads and hollers for him to suck her cunt dry, as he plunges his tongue deep into her vagina, she tilts her head back and moans with ecstasy. He grabs her cheeks and spreads them apart, slowly slips a finger into her anus, working it in and out, shoving it in as far as it will go while working it in a circling motion, she is beside herself, she bites down on her lip and pulls his head even tighter and then begins to grind her pussy into his face all the while he fingers her ass and sucks hard on her cunt, his tongue is working magic inside her. 

Her body trembles, she is losing control, she grabs his head, starts pulling his hair, he can hardly breath, she has his face engulfed in her pussy, she screams," eat me baby eat me", her body quivers, and he senses she is almost ready, he immediately grabs her and lifts her off her feet and lays her down on the floor, he grabs her tits and shoves his face deep into her cunt, she says "turn around and put your cock in my mouth and eat my pussy." 

She knows she cannot take all of him but she will pleasure him beyond his belief. She slowly takes his swollen head in her mouth and starts sucking and sliding down his shaft, he is eating her pussy furiously as she grinds it into him, he begins stroking up and down into her mouth as she sucks him gently at first then slides her mouth to the end of his cock, letting her tongue work the inside of his shaft. She feels he cannot hold out much longer and she opens her throat to accept all of his cock and he begins to fuck her mouth, precum flowing now, she savors the salty taste and as she does, he bites into her pussy with such a force and jams her ass with his finger she now feels she is ready to fill his mouth with her cum.

Both are now attacking each other, they know the time is here, his tongue now deep in her cunt, working inside of her, pushing hard as far as he can sliding in and out and side-to-side rubbing her clit, rubbing her inner walls, finger is now fucking her ass, she opens her mouth wide as he slams into her throat, she sucks furiously, he winces and moans, he can't hold it any longer and her orgasm is here as they both explode into each other's mouths, her hot cum sliding down his throat as his tongue reaches for more as he tries to drain her dry and at the same time his hot scalding cum fills her mouth as he keeps pumping into her throat and she has no choice but to swallow all of him and she opens her throat and allows his cock just to remain there spurting his juices into her.

He is still hard as he pulls out of her mouth, removing his mouth from her pussy and finger from her ass he spreads her legs and pushes them back as he positions himself between them and grabs his now cum soaked cock and places it at her cunt opening and with his hand works his cock up and down and side to side and as cum is still flowing from her cunt. He pushes his shaft into her sliding into her as she moans, he bends down and starts to suck her tits as he begins to fuck her with such force she pushes her body upwards to meet his for deeper penetration, passion has now overtaken them, she pulls his head down and starts biting his neck and kissing him all over, his strokes are now faster as he fucks her harder and harder, he starts biting her neck and pulling her hair, she reciprocates by pulling his, kissing him hard, they both let out passionate cries as they are nearing orgasm, he is pumping into her as she grinds upward letting him fill her to maximum penetration.

She can't hold back, she must release and as she does she rakes her fingers down his back and he lets out a howl of pure satisfaction, both of them reach climax at the same time each grabbing hold of each other and he is fucking her hard and fast as she screams that she is cumming and she hollers for him to keeping fucking her, her orgasm won't quit, her fingers dig deep into his back as he explodes into her and lets out a blood curdling scream as cum is now pumping in and out of her with every stroke he makes, she grabs his head and pulls it down to her breast and screams for him to suck her tits, but then with no warning he pulls out of her and flips her over on her stomach and lets his cock slide up and down the cheeks of her ass while cum is spewing between her buttocks and now the opening of her ass is saturated with hot cum and he guides his shaft to her opening and gently pushes her open, his member is so slippery that once the head is in, with a slow and gentle push, he slides all the way into her.

He has mounted her with ease and she receives him with little pain, he grabs her from underneath and pulls her to her knees he then puts himself in a position over her and slowly begins to fuck her ass. He pulls back to the point of exiting her and then lets his cock sliiiiiiide back into her. Once he has a rhythm going, he grabs her shoulders and pulls her to him allowing his cock to penetrate her to the fullest, she lets out a cry of passion and bites her lower lip, closing her eyes as she feels the sensation of his cock pulsating inside of her. Her climax is getting close as his huge cock rams into her ass, opening her wide, she grits her teeth as she tries to hold back, but she can't, she turns her head to the side and tells him " cum with me baby", he says I'm almost there babe as he fucks her ass harder and faster, she screams, fuck me, fuck me, as cum starts to flow from her pussy, now he is driving into her, it hits him, he hollers "oh mother fucker, baby I'm Cumming." he's fucking her ass with piston like strokes now, plowing her ass, cum exploding into her ass, cum dripping from her cunt, he pulls out her ass, flips her over and plunges his face into her pussy, eating her, his tongue pulling out all her juices, biting down on her, she can't stop cumming, she grabs his head, pulls his hair, pulls him into her.

She grinds her pussy into his face, her orgasm won't quit, now he flips her back over on her stomach and presses his face into the crack of her ass, he pushes hard. Spreading her cheeks as his tongue enters her ass, she moans, she buries her face into the towel, she beats her fist against the floor, she tries to muffle her cries of passion. But she cannot, her orgasm is so great she hollers for him " eat my ass you mother fucker eat my ass", he is going to pleasure her beyond her expectations as he shoves his face deeper into her cheeks. Biting the opening of her ass as his tongue swirls around inside, darting in and out, tongue fucking her ass to the max, cum is pouring from her pussy as her orgasm is out of control. She is breathing hard, her hands gripping the towel, he takes his fingers and rakes her back causing large scratches to appear, he tears into her ass like an animal devouring a piece of meat, he knows she is nearing the point of exhaustion and he is ready to shoot his load.

He raises himself and guides his massive cock and thrusts it into her ass once again, and at that moment they both reach climax together and he lets loose with a thunderous load of hot cum into her ass as they both scream as he pumps into her. He then slows to gentle strokes and then he stops letting his cock remain in her while his cum drains into her. He then pulls out of her and lies next to her, both of them completely exhausted as they have given there all to each other. He slips his arms around her and whispers to her that she is not only a magnificent lover, but a special lady as well. 

He then quickly picks her up in his arms and places her in the shower. He turns on the cool water as they are both perspiring profusely, he takes the bath oil and rubs her whole body erasing the scent of their love making, she quivers with sensitivity as he rubs her breast and private areas. She returns the favor by doing the same to him and when she rubs his cock, she feels he is starting to swell again, with her hand on his cock she looks into his eyes and says "you must be kidding," and he ask if she is ready for round 2, her eyes lower to his now fully erect cock and says, "uh-huh".



The Stranger



The stolen kiss is still burning on my lips as I walk away from you sitting at the café. I look back to see if you are following me.  I watch you stand; reach in your pocket to leave a tip and with intriguing eyes I see you begin to follow.

I stop to smell the fresh cut flowers at a street vender’s cart and sneak a peek back to see you strolling slowly after me, hands in pockets and a sinister smile on your face. I drift off into a park and nearing the center by the lake I seat myself on top of a picnic table, waiting for you, wondering if you are willing to take the risk.

I am assuming you understood from my bold exploration of your cock at the cafe that I want to fuck you. You followed and I feel you move up behind me. I close my eyes as you reach around me cupping my breasts in your hands I wear no bra. There are no words exchanged between us, as your soft touch becomes more needing. I feel you squeezing and kneading my tits harder as you softly kiss the back of my neck sending chills over every inch of my body.

I attempt to reach behind me to stroke you through your trousers and I suddenly feel the cold steal of the handcuffs around my wrists. I am shocked and intrigued at the same time; a hint of fear rises in me because I don’t know what you are planning. I feel the blindfold before I see it covering my eyes, my heart pounds as the fear rises even more. I say nothing but I attempt to free my wrists from you but I am not quick enough.

I feel you gently removing my summer dress lifting it over my head and sliding it over the cuffs. I am totally nude I didn’t even wear panties. Feeling the cool of the night-air sweep over my nipples I feel them stand out hardened I am suddenly embarrassed. Suddenly you pinch and pull them out and away from my body I moan from the pain pleasure. You lean in and whisper in my ear, “So, you like to tease men, do you?” “Let me teach you a lesson my dear.” 

That hint of fear creeps up inside me again, this time lasting as I have no clue what you are planning to do to me. An innocent tease is now out of my control. I hear the rustle of clothing, the sound of zippers. I am stationary, frozen in fear and I want this to stop so I begin to voice my protest as you slips a ball gag into my mouth and fasten it behind my head. My mouth is stretched to the limit I cannot see and my hands are cuffed. This isn’t what I had in mind.

I feel the locks open on the cuffs as I am laid back over the length of the table. I feel the ropes around each ankle and my legs are stretched wide open as they are tied to the table. I then feel my arms being tied in the same fashion and all I can do is moan my protest through the gag. Lying there fully exposed for anyone to see and use me, the tears slide down each side of my face and the terror sets in,

I feel your breath before I hear you whisper in my ear “you will thank me for this in the end.” There are hands everywhere all over my body, how many people are here I wonder. I try to count feeling the different sizes and textures of the hands on me. I feel at least four different hands and I become paralyzed in fear.

There are hands roughly pinching my nipples, pulling and rolling them between thumbs and fingers. My body deceives me by responding. I feel fingers probing my wet pussy as one man says, “hey, the bitch loves this. She is drenched in her own juices.” 

You whisper, “Are you going to scream if I remove the gag?” I shake my head no and you unclasp it from the back of my head. My jaw aches from being stretched so much but that doesn’t stop me from screaming out for help. As the first scream is almost over I feel the gag shoved hard in my mouth again and clasped behind my head. You whisper, “I told you not to scream, you will have to be punished for disobeying me.” 

I feel two different mouths covering my breasts. My body responds all over again as much as I fight against it I am in pure pleasure. Then both mouths bite my nipples, I feel like they are biting them off and I scream behind the gag. I hear your sinister laugh. 

There is a mouth between my legs licking my pussy as the mouths on my breasts begin sucking and licking and I can relax. All at once the three mouths bite again. One on each nipple and the third biting my engorged clit. The pain is so intense I scream more behind the gag. You whisper, “Do you think you can behave?” I shake my head yes very fast to get them to stop.

The mouths are still on me tenderly this time. My tender breast are being squeezed and licked by two men and I am enjoying the most pleasurable tonguing my pussy has ever experienced. The mouth on my pussy slides down and rims my asshole. I have never experienced this and I am in heaven until I feel something try to enter me. My ass tightens in an attempt to keep the invader out. You whisper, “Relax or it will be very painful for you my dear.” 

I can’t relax so you order the men to tease me again with their mouths and hands. I feel each breast being squeezed firmly. I love that feeling then the mouths begin to tease each nipple again and after the biting this is heaven. I feel fingers entering my wet pussy first two, probing and fucking me. My body defies me again and I cum hard this time. I writher in pleasure now feeling three fingers enter me and finger fuck me hard through another orgasm. 

As I cum even more I feel the butt plug enter my ass stretching me wide open and I scream behind the gag once again. I calm down as my ass adjusts to the size and depth of the plug. The tears are pouring out and slipping down the sides of my face. You whisper, “You like this don’t you, and your answer better be the right one or you’ll be punished more.” I shake my head yes as I tearfully regret the moment I set eyes on you.

The hands are probing everywhere the mouths teasing my nipples flicking back and forth over them my body reaching out for more as I cry from embarrassment again. I want more, I need to be fucked. As if you read my mind the fingers slip from my dripping wet pussy down to slowly move the plug in and out. Just small strokes in the beginning and gradually working up to full withdrawal and slamming it back into my ass.

Oh my God, I can’t believe my body is responding. The feeling is something I have no words for. It feels so good. I feel another mouth suck my clit as the plug fucks my ass and I scream out as I squirt cum all over. My breathing has become gasps as I try to catch the air. 

Everything stops. I am on the table spread and no one is touching me. My body is on fire with deep desire. I feel your breath before I hear you whisper, “ Do you want the gag removed?” I shake my head yes. You whisper, “I am going to untie you, turn you over, and retie you again. Are you going to fight or run?” I shake my head no. You tell me the gag will be removed when you are done but for now it must stay.

I feel the ropes being loosened and the men turning me over onto my stomach on the table. The ropes are tightened again and I am spread eagle. You whisper, “So you like to tease men, these are a few of the men you have teased. You only let them go so far with you then you kicked them out to fend for them selves. Am I right?” I shake my head yes. My nipples hard against the wooden table top and rubbing roughly with any movement.

You whisper, “You must pay for teasing these fine men, do you understand?” I feel the butt plug being removed. Breathing a sigh of relief until I feel a bigger one at the entrance to my ass. I scream against the gag and shake my head as my nipples scrape against the rough table. I nearly pass out as it is shoved in my ass with one thrust. Oh God, I have never experienced such pain.

I feel a hand exploring my pussy and gently rubbing my clit. I am torn between the pain from the butt plug and the pleasure on my clit. They enmesh to one over all feeling of pleasure and I cum hard again.

I hear the sound of swishing in the air and wonder what it could be before I can even begin to think of an answer I feel the searing pain of the whip across my ass. I scream out fiercely against the gag. You whisper, “You will learn to love this punishment my dear.” The whip lands again at the crease from my ass to my legs over and over the whip strikes across my ass and back. I pass out from the pain.

As I come to again you whisper, “I told you that you would have to pay for teasing these cocks, we are almost finished my dear.” I just sigh because I know there can be nothing worse than the whipping and the butt plug. I was wrong.

I feel the ropes loosening again and I am lifted off of the table. Someone has lied down on the table where I was laying. I am lifted back on to the table and positioned over his cock. In one plunge I am impaled on him. The butt plug in my ass in combination with the huge cock in my pussy fills me like never before. I am lifted and dropped over and over on this huge man’s cock, my body defies me again and I shudder in orgasm.

I feel the ropes being tied around my wrists again as I am pulled down over the man’s body and tied again; his cock still impaling me, deep in my pussy. I feel hands all over me then reaching between us to stroke my clit. My body begins to dance on the cock that is buried in my pussy to the hilt. I begin to rock on that cock until someone yanks the butt plug out of me. I try to get off the cock but the hands press me down harder.

You whisper to me, “I am going to take what is rightfully mine. You will be thankful for those small butt plugs after you feel my cock rip your ass open.” I begin to cry and thrash about screaming behind the gag no!! Please no. 

I feel you climb up on the table behind me and I try to kick you, but the hands hold my legs down tight and my back is pressed tighter down on the cock in my pussy. I feel something cold and wet spread over my ass cheeks and all. Suddenly I feel your hand slapping my tender ass and I cry out even more. Three, four hard slaps, six upward on my ass cheeks to ten. I feel the knob of your monstrous cock break through the opening of my ass and halt. I scream and cinch down on you thinking that will stop you from going deeper.

The man below me buried in my pussy yells “this bitch loves it she exploded all over me as you took her ass.” My face burned from embarrassment what he said was true, the spanking and the cock head entering my ass had caused me to explode in orgasm. You bend over to my ear and whisper “You like this baby? I felt you explode the instant my cock entered your tiny virgin ass hole. Let’s see how much you like this.” You ram the rest of your cock deep in my ass. You were bigger than the man in my pussy and I had never felt so much pain I wanted to die.

The two cocks filled me up. Then you begin to fuck my ass slow small strokes at first. I am trying to scream from the pain when all of the sudden it becomes the most pleasurable experience of my life. I press my as down on the cock in my pussy and hard against yours. I am yelling, “Fuck me” from behind the gag. I feel the straps of the gag being unfastened and the gag taken away. I growl at you, “fuck me harder and faster, bury your cock deep in my ass.” I moan and writher around so much the cock in my pussy begin to shoot hot cum deep into my womb. I feel you pick up the pace in my ass, fucking me hard and deep. Slamming your cock into me with a force that feels like you are in my belly. You fuck my ass hard and I explode with cum all over the lower guy my clit squirts it’s juices all over as I am taken to heights I have never known.

You shoot your hot cum up my ass and the man below slips out of my pussy. When you catch your breath your cock slides out of my ass and the cum from the three of us drips down onto the table. I am out of breath. You step off the table and I am lifted off the man under me, standing bent over with my hands still tied. The third man lies down under me as I am lowered onto another huge cock. He slides right into my pussy it is so wet. The fourth man climbs up on the table and shoves his cock deep into my ass with one quick plunge and takes my breath away again. 

I feel you close to my head and you whisper, “Bitch lick my cock clean and if you even think about biting me I have many other punishments for you.” I was sickened by the thought of that cock in my mouth after being in my ass. I felt your hand grab my hair and pull my face down over your cock.

The two new cocks were alternating thrusts in me causing an entirely different feeling between my pussy and ass. So I had your cock in my mouth a cock in my ass and a cock in my pussy and I was cuming hard. The cock in my pussy stopped, lodged deep in my pussy, someone was pressing my hips down on his cock as the cock in my ass slammed in to me. I was about to explode from the deepest feelings of pleasure I had ever had. The cock in my ass stopped deep inside of me as the cock in my pussy was still. You pressed my mouth down over your engorged cock again holding it deep in my throat. I was on the edge and not allowed to cum.

The cock in my ass began to fuck my ass all over again. Slow and deep strokes at first. The cock in my pussy began to move in and out as well. He would pull out as the cock in my ass would slam deep inside and you fucked my mouth. It was as if you all had done this many times before, all choreographed. I was in heaven and I needed to cum again.

The cock in my pussy rested deep inside me. The cock in my ass was pounding deep into me and your cock was pulsating in my throat when the explosion hit. I had never cum so hard in my life. It caused the cock in my pussy to explode deep into my womb and the cock in my ass to pound harder and plunge deeper it felt like his balls were in my ass he was so deep. I felt his cock engorge and I screamed my orgasm with his. 

My scream muffled by your cock deep in my mouth, I was sucking and licking like a mad woman. I felt the cock from my ass get down off the table and I was lifted off the man below me. I felt my hands being untied and I hungrily reached for your swollen cock again. You reached up and lifted me down off the table walked me around the side and bent me over to hang on to the bench of the table. I felt hands holding my shoulders and hips, as you slammed into my pussy from behind. I screamed and felt someone pull my hair slamming my face onto another cock to keep me quiet.

The hands on my body were holding me still so I didn’t pull away or hit my head but mostly so you could slam so hard into my cunt I would feel you for months after. I didn’t care you felt so damn good filling my hole so full and fucking me so hard as my head bobbed up and down on the other cock. I begged you for more, faster and harder, deeper and you gave it to me, just how I wanted it. 

In the frenzy you dislodged from my pussy and your cock having a mind of it’s own slammed into my ass harder than ever. My knees buckled from the pain but I was held by the others to take more. I was trying to scream around the huge cock in my mouth but he just shoved it deeper into my throat blocking the sound.

I just knew your cock was ripping me apart over and over you slammed into my hot ass never caring about what you were doing to me. Then I felt the pleasure, that indescribable feeling. I was sucking the cock in my mouth so hard he came as you continued to punish my ass. You hammered me until I was begging you to cum. I felt someone slide onto the bench under me and I was forced down on another cock again. I was held down tight on his cock as I felt you slam into me again. 

You hammered my hot ass until you were out of breath and I was having orgasms that never seemed to stop, just one after the other I was moaning out as you slammed in to me to the root of your huge cock and I felt the rush of hot liquid semen shoot into my belly. Just then the cock in my cunt exploded and you took me over the edge.

I was placed on the table to rest when I came to everyone was gone. I noted it was almost dawn so I dressed and went home. I wonder if I learned a lesson or if I learned all new sexual pleasures. Smiling to myself!



The Stranger



It was a hot day in Georgia and Amanda was dog tired. It was one of those sticky days when the heat is more humidity than hot. After getting a lot of the shopping done and doing the books for the business, Amanda decided it was time to sit on the front porch swing and sip a nice cold glass of Ice Tea. Her special Iced Tea, made with just a touch of bourbon to keep the soul satisfied and the heart beat going.

Sitting on the veranda and looking out on the day’s afternoon sun, she thanked God she was in the shade and out of the heat. She had a fan going and blowing cool air over her body. She was made up of long legs a strong back and a chest that was a for real thirty eight double dd. One needed a strong back for that. She worked hard and had a trim body and a pleasing look about her. She was in her early forties and was married and her kids were all grown and out of the house. Her husband was a hard working man who was out doing his job and most likely would not be back until late this evening, which left her on the veranda sipping a nice ice cold tea and bourbon mixture that satisfied her soul deep inside.

Down the road she saw a salesmen dip into a home and she like the way he walked. He had on a cheap suit and he must be sweating up a storm in weather like this. Whatever he was selling, the people in that house weren’t buying and he was headed her way with a big smile on his face and a tired look in his eyes. He carried a valise and she supposed, correctly so, that whatever he was selling could be found in there. As he approached the porch steps he took off his hat and tipped it to her and said, “Shore is a scorcher today, isn’t it?” 

“That it is,” came her reply.

He looked much better up close. He had a lithe body, probably from walking neighborhoods so much, and a kind face. He had close cropped hair with beads of sweat running around his forehead. He stood about six feet tall and maybe weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds if that. His coat jacked was draped over the arm that carried his valise.

“Miss, I sure would appreciate just a sip of that Iced Tea you have there, just to cut the dust a little. I’m afraid I’ve worked up a bit of a thirst in this neighborhood.” If he had a gold tooth he couldn’t have been more like a door to door hustler than he was.

Amanda thought about it a bit and said, “Well come on up here and sit down and rest a bit before you go on, I’ll get you a glass.” She patted the empty space next to her and she made a jester form him to come on up.

“Why thank you so much, I really appreciate that.” He took the three stairs in one step and sat carefully down on the swing next to her.

“I’ll get a glass and be right back,” she said. As she rose and went into the kitchen to get him a glass of ice for his tea she noticed that she was somewhat attracted to him and would like it if he stayed around just a bit.

She returned with a twelve once tumbler filled with ice and poured him some of her special tea. He thanked her as he patted his forehead with a handkerchief and took a big gulp of the tea. When he swallowed his eyes got big and he looked as he might choke just a bit, but he got it down and let out a breath.

“Oh, Missy, that sure is some sort of Ice Tea that I’d like to have around.” He raised his glass to her in a toast and they clicked glasses. Amanda noticed Marggie Evens from across the street look out her kitchen window at them sitting on the veranda and she shot her a nasty look and turned and smiled at the salesmen.

“It’ll cut the dust in a hurry.”

“That it will,” he agreed.

That left them sitting on the swing with nothing but the tea in common with each other. He seemed a bit reticent and wasn’t talking up a storm like most salesmen.

“What are you selling,” she asked?

“Memories,” he said, with a absent toss of his head toward his valise resting on the porch.

“What kind of memories,” she was curious.

“Well, you’ve been so kind to me, I’m not sure you even want to see.”

“Try me.” It was more than just an invite to see what he was selling but she wasn’t sure he got it.

He seemed to hesitate just a moment before he leaned over and picked up his valise and opened it up for her to see. He pulled out one of the nice shinny color broachers and handed it to her.

“I work for a photographer who would like to give you a family discount for you and all your kids and your husband. Create memories to last you for a lifetime; what with the little ones grown so fast and all.”

“My littlest one is in college right now and won’t be back until winter break. My husband has enough memories to last him a lifetime and more.” She smiled at him and sort of nodded her head.

“Well, I must admit that you don’t have much need for family photos. I bet you have hundreds already.” Amanda nodded her head in agreement. “I must say, however, that you are very photogenic and you should have pictures taken of you.”

Amanda reddened a little. “I don’t know about that.”

“Take my word for it, ah, Miss,” He left the sentence hanging.

“Amanda, call me Amanda.”

“Amanda, you’re quite beautiful women, if I may say so and I think you should be preserved in photographs.”

Amanda giggled a little and slapped his knee and took a sip of her tea. “I bet you sell a lot of these photo packages, don’t you?”

“I do sell a few,” he reached into his valise and pulled out a small digital camera, “Let me show you what I mean.” He pointed the camera at her and clicked off a shot. He turned the back of the camera to her to see the photo that he had just taken. An image of Amanda in her loose fitting everyday clothes appeared and she didn’t like the image.

“I believe I could take a much nicer picture than that if I had a chance to throw a little make up on and change my clothes.”

The salesman thought about it for a second and then beamed a smile at her, “Well it looks like you have a whole slew of tea available and it is a hot day, why not get yourself made up and I’ll take a few shots of you.?”

Amanda squealed with delight and jumped up, “Let’s do it!”

The salesman laughed at her reaction and got to his feet. “Let’s do it.”

She hustled the salesmen inside the house and sat him on the couch with the tea in front of him and she went into the bedroom and began to fix herself up a bit.

The Salesmen was about three quarters through the second glass of “tea” when she reentered the room. She had brushed her hair out and it was long and silken looking and it came down to the small of her back. She had managed to put a little lipstick and eye makeup on and this enhanced an already angelic face. Her Ample bosom was encased in a bustier of black leather that did little to hide her massive breast. In fact, her dark aureoles were showing and the pink stem of her nipples peaked out from over the top of the Bustier. This accentuated her slim waste and her hips. She had on a black garter belt with black nylon stockings and a pair of black satin panties on. The black high heels she wore showed off the muscles in her slim legs and the overall effect was devastating to the salesman. He almost dropped his glass when he saw her. His mouth hung open and he looked as if he might begin to droll at any moment. As she walked in front of him and twirled to give him a complete view she watched him for his reaction. She smiled when he was lost for words and she saw a rise in his pants.

“What do you think?” She slowly made a turn in front of him in a sensuous move. She could feel his want even with her back to him.

“Amazing,” He put the glass down and while not moving his eyes from her he fumbled around for his camera. He located it and snapped several photos in rapid succession.

“Would you like me to pose for you?”

“Would I,” his erection was substantial she noticed.

She led him around the house and he follower her like a puppy dog in heat. In the living room she posed for him on the couch by first sitting on the couch with her legs together in a demure posture, and then she spread her legs and rubbed her hands across her pussy and breast. She got on all fours and leaned against the couch as if ready to be taken from behind and she reached behind her and pulled her panties to one side exposing her pussy for the lens. She took a shot lying on the coffee table with her arm extended about her head and her legs wide open and the panties to one side, like some sort of exotic erotic art piece found in museums.  She took several shots in the kitchen where she posed leaning against the counter and cupping her ample breast and just pinching her nipple. She thought he was going to faint just looking at her and she loved what she was doing to him. She sat on the inside corner of her kitchen counter and propped her legs to either side of her and cupped her breasts and pinched the nipples again and he was a little weak in the knees. She made his erection throb when she pulled her panties aside once more and felt herself, half closing her eyes. She lingered like that for a few minutes while manipulating her breast. She was definitely aroused and she knew he was also. They went into the bathroom and she took several poses in there but the space was a little cramped and she felt it just wasn’t conducive enough for what she had in mind. So they went into the bed room where she spread herself onto the bed. Just pouring her body onto the bedspread like thick syrup. 

She was lying down on the bed with her legs spread and her panties pulled to one side, and she was lightly rubbing her clitoris when she asked, “Does that thing have a timer on it?”

He stopped and considered it for a moment, “Why, yes it does.”

“Why not set the timer and join me in the picture?”

“What a great idea,” he found a place to set the camera on the bedroom dresser on its mini tripod and angled it toward the bed and hopped on next to her. The Flash went off and he made a move toward the camera and she stopped him.

“Wait a minute, hon, that’s no way to take a picture like this,” and she started to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. She shoved the shirt off of his torso and rubbed her fingers through his chest hair and gave him just a little kiss to tease him a bit. He kissed her back and she let him. She rubbed her breast against his bare chest and stuck her tongue down his throat and pushed him onto the bed. She began to kiss him all over his face and neck and she licked his nipples. He pulled her up by cupping her tits and he found her nipples and sucked on them and she let out a throaty moan of pleasure. 

“I think we ought to free this poor puppy up,” she said as she grabbed his cock through his pants with one hand and with the other she undid his belt. He took the cue and slipped his pants and underwear off and was lying naked next to her with an enormous erection, fourteen inches in length. “Did I say puppy, I meant Big Dog.” And she took him into her mouth and began to suck on him. She had to use her hand in a kind of encircling motion around the base of his penis to simulate her mouth encompassing the whole of him. 

As she worked him he moved her over him and he gently pulled her satin panties aside and began to lick her. He used his fingers to find her clitoris and he gently used a circular motion to stimulate it. His tongue wetted her deep inside. She began to lick him along his length and took one of his balls into her mouth and sucked it. She began sucking him, taking him as deep as she could without gagging. 

His tongue was wonderful for her and finding all of her passion. He pulled her panties down for a better access and she allowed him to take them off of her. When he returned to licking her he used both of his hands. One for her clitoris and the other probed her anus. He had his whole face in her pussy and was giving her a thousand tinny licks along her length. She was delirious with lust and needed to feel his big dick inside of her. She stopped sucking him and moved so that she was on all fours ready to take him in and He rose to the occasion.

He took the head of his dick and ran it along the length of her several times to get some of her own juices for lubrication. Then he sank himself deep into her up to the hilt. He was so big she could feel him putting pressure on her other organs, he filled her up and her head spun. He used his full length when he fucked her. The head of his cock almost coming out of her only to thrust itself as deep as it could go into her without splitting her open. He held her on both sides of her ass and pulled and pushed her to the rhythm of his strokes. This was an intense feeling for her and she was beside herself. At times she would lay her head on the bedspread and arch her back causing her ass to stick straight out and he would get that much more of him into her, then she would not be able to handle that for too long and she would rise up on her hands only to end up back down on the bed spread again. She was unaware that she was making grunting sounds and moaning loudly, but he was and that just spurred him on. The sounds of her lust drove him like a whip. The more noise she made the more he needed to fill her. He began to move with an ever increasing pace, his body slapping against her ass as he filled her up. She twisted and contorted to his movements and her sounds increased in intensity. He felt her tighten up and she arched her back and shoved herself against him with a mighty force getting all of him she could as she came. He kept on pulling her to him and grinding himself into her as she climaxed and he rode the waves of her climax until they subsided. Her whole body tingled and her legs felt weak. She was light headed and would have been giggly had she not been so out of breath. Beads of sweat had formed under her ample breast and trickled down her sides inside the bustier and she could feel beads of sweat along her forehead, matting her hair.

“Did you cum, baby?” He asked her as he slowly pulled and shoved the length of him into her.

She had trouble answering because she was still shaky from the orgasm, “Oh baby, did I!” She gently pulled away from him and collapsed at his knees and took him into her mouth and she took even more than she had before. He held her head with one hand and fingered her ass with the other. It was an erotic feeling for her, indescribable and powerful. It was like some hypnotist had mesmerized her and forced her to do all of this yet she was doing it because her own lust led her here and she couldn’t stop if she tried. She knew he wanted to shove his big hairy cock down her ass and she wasn’t sure she could handle it, but she was sure she was going to try to. His fingers seemed to open her up like a flower and she relaxed herself and let herself go with it. His was the finest penis she had ever wrapped her lips around. She felt that she was ready to take him and take as much of him as she could.

She turned her back to him and laid her torso on the bed and arched her back and spread her legs, “Be careful and go slow sweetie, you a big un.” She took both half’s of her ass in her hands and spread them as wide as possible exposing her anus to him. “Make me wet, baby, make me wet!”

He took the head of his rock hard cock and began to shove himself into her. He was bigger than she had thought he would be and he really had to work at her to get himself in. She had to remind herself to relax and let him in and the few moments of discomfort would be worth it, and then, he was in her. He felt the length of him slide down her anus like a plow in a field and she let out an animal grunt from somewhere deep inside. It seemed to take an hour before he got the whole of him into her and she was amazed at herself for being able to take him in. Yet inside of her electric sparks like that of a downed power line were firing off throughout her body and she rippled with an orgasm just from his entering. She shook uncontrollably for a few minutes as he seated himself into her and then began to slide his shaft in and out in a slow steady rhythm. She had a fire in her brain and her whole body seemed like it was building up to something more than just an orgasm. She could not speak except for guttural sounds emitting from her voice box without her ok. She vibrated and radiated her lust to every single part of her body, and the intensity of his entrance to her anus magnified her feelings a thousand fold. The small amount of pain was negligible to the enormity of her overpowering sensuality and lust. She could no longer stay on all fours and had to change positions but she didn’t want it to end.

She maneuvered him to the edge of the bed and she straddled him and he again fed his penis into her now enlarged ass and she slid down the length of him and again sparks flew throughout her body. She had automatic reflex action and would tense her legs and rise up and down on him as if riding a horse. He was gripping her by her sides under her breasts and they were bouncing up and down inside their cups. She would connect with his lap and a slapping sound would result and she would let out a “HA” as she made contact. She found strength in her legs she never knew she had and she couldn’t make herself stop if she had wanted to. He was moaning loudly now and she was conscious of it and it only added to her guttural sounds. Both of them spurred each other on with their noises.

He while still deep inside of her laid her on her side on the bed and lifted one of her legs up and with ferocity never before felt by her he began to move faster and faster inside of her. She was begging to convulse with the oncoming throws of her orgasm. Words tumbled out of her mouth like water from a faucet but it was like speaking in tongue, they were unintelligible and garbled.  She let out a howl as the first wave of the most powerful orgasm she ever felt hit her and he did not let up on her one bit. She found herself pinching both of her nipples as the explosion happening within her and she felt the rush of juice flowing from her pussy and into the open. She moved a hand to her clitoris and grabbed it like a life raft in the open sea. She had no more conscious movement that controlled her now, it was all reflex action let by the enormity of her orgasm. It lasted for what seemed like hours but was actually only minutes. Sweat poured from every pore in her body. She became conscious of her hand on his ass as he pounded her ass. He began to make noises like he was about to explode and she called out to him, “I want you in my mouth, Shoot your load in my mouth.”

He continued for a few moments more and then withdrew himself and laid her flat on the bed as he straddled her and brought his dick to her lips. She took hold of it and put it in her mouth and sucked greedily on it while moving her hand up and down his shaft. He let out a great cry and hot semen flowed from him and down her throat. Cum leaked out from around his cock and dribbled down her chin and onto her breast and she kept him there until she had sucked the last drop from him and he stopped moving. She then just sucked and licked that wonderful cock of his in admiration of the deed completed.

He left soon afterward and her husbands came home and sat himself in front of the TV and never know what had taken place there that afternoon. She missed her salesman from time to time and would dream about him and his penis. Then one day, she received a package and inside were color prints of her posing for him along with an address and telephone number. As she stared at the number, she noticed that her panties were getting wet.

Zjn 11/02



The Stranger



authors note: The corrections I've promised have been made. Be sure to let me know if I've overlooked anything. I want the story to be as good as it can be. I appreciate all of the wonderful feedback, be it praise or criticism. 

The story that follows is pure fantasy, the kind you might act out with a loving partner or think about when you are all alone. In real life a woman in this situation would not respond with pleasure, and would hopefully file criminal charges. I am well aware of this, and hope that my readers are too. 

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Valerie was bored at the party and just about to leave, but she thought she'd better say good-bye to the hostess. She wandered around searching, but couldn't find her on the main floor so she decided to go up-stairs and look. 

At the top of the stairs she saw an open door and peeked in but the room was empty. Catching her reflection in the vanity mirror, she stopped to admire her daring outfit. She wore a leopard print zip-up top and miniskirt with faux-fur trim. Thinking about how different this was from her usual style, she ran her hands over the material self-consciously. It was her first college party, and her dorm-mate insisted that all of her own clothes were too conservative. She had rummaged through a half-unpacked suitcase and found what she had deemed perfect. "It totally goes with your hair," her new friend had insisted. 

Valerie's long brown tresses reached almost down to the back of her knees, and actually fell lower than the hem of the tiny skirt. As she shook her head to watch her prized locks swish back and forth, she thought she saw something move in the darkness behind her. She turned quickly but there was nothing. Laughing nervously at herself she continued her search. 

There were several doors in the long hallway. She could be anywhere, Valerie thought. The next door was closed; she knocked softly. She didn't hear anything, so she pushed the door open. Edging in through the doorway, she gave her eyes a moment to adjust and scanned the room. On the opposite wall by the window was a king sized bed, but other than that, the room was empty. As she turned to go she felt a strong hand cover her mouth. "Don't try to scream" said a low male voice. "And you won't be hurt." 

He pushed her across the room onto the bed. She could hear the blood pumping through her veins and she fought back the urge to yell. Yet there was something in the sense of danger that excited her that she didn't quite understand. 

He crawled up behind her on the bed and leaned toward her so that his lips were almost touching her ear. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. "You're not going to scream are you?" She shook her head no. Her heart was pounding; her eyes wide with fear. He let go, and she tried to turn to get a look at him. He grabbed her face and shoved it back toward the wall. "Don't even think about it." 

"Tell me, have you ever thought of having sex with a perfect stranger?" 

When she found her voice, it came out wobbly and uneven. "Y-yes, but-" 

"Shh, don't worry. It's going to happen, you don't really have a choice." He paused and ran the back of his hand over the delicate skin of her neck. "I'm calling the shots. You just do what you're told and everything will be fine, got it?" His voice was soft and reasonable yet his words where anything but. 

Time seemed to stand still. "Valerie," he said. "Did you hear me?" Her blood ran cold. "Yes, I know your name. There's a lot I know about you. And yet, you know nothing about me. So you better do exactly what I say or you will be very sorry. Do you understand?" 

She only managed to whimper a soft pathetic, "yes." 

"That's more like it," he said, sliding his hand down between her legs. "Naughty girl," he chuckled. "No panties. You where practically asking for this to happen. Maybe you're not such a good girl after all. Maybe you're just a naughty little whore." 

"No," she whispered. "I'm not like that-" 

"Yes, Valerie. Yes you are. You're a naughty little whore. Why your pussy is all hot and wet. I want you to tell me that you're a naughty little whore." 

Valerie wanted to cry. She couldn't do this. She could have laid there and just let it happen maybe but she couldn't say the things he wanted to hear. "I-I'm I'm naughty." She said weakly. 

She felt a sharp sting as he slapped her hard on the ass. "That was no good Valerie. No good at all. I know you can do better than that." 

Her face burned hotter than her ass as she held back the tears. "Please don't hurt me" she whimpered. 

"Valerie, Valerie, Valerie. Love is pain." He slapped her again, and again, and again. He undid her skirt and took it off of her. He pushed his fingers up her pussy and pumped being sure to bump up against her tender g-spot. "Your cunt is wet and sticky. I know you're a very bad girl. If you don't confess to me, I'll have to spank you again." 

"I'm naughty, I told you. I'm a bad girl" 

He spanked her again, this time he didn't stop until he heard her sob. Her tears where now rolling down her cheeks. "What do you want me to say?" she cried. 

"Tell me that you are a naughty little whore." 

She took a deep ragged breath. "I am a naughty little-- whore." 

"That's more like it, now say it again" 

"I'm a naughty little whore." 

"Yes you are. You're just a nasty little slut aren't you?" 

"Yes." 

"Let me hear you say it." 

"I'm a nasty little slut." 

"What?" 

"I'm a nasty little slut." she said a little louder. 

"Yes, your slutty little pussy is just dripping. Here, taste your cunt juice." He said, bringing his finger to her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pulled. "Taste it." She tried to turn away, but he yanked her hair. She squealed softly and obeyed. "I love it when you struggle," he told her. "It only makes it more fun." 

He grabbed at her tit roughly, rolling and pinching it in his hand. With his other hand he unzipped the top and took it off of her. He continued to fondle her breasts as if they were property of his. 

She could hear him slipping off his belt. The sound of the buckle rattling made her whole body tense. What was he planning to do? Would he hurt her even more? He ordered her onto her belly. She lay there waiting until she felt the first sting of the belt across her back. She flinched, but seconds later, realized that the spot was warm and she felt strangely aroused. He struck again, paused for the pain to turn to heat, and lashed her again, this time across her ass. 

"A part of you really likes that, doesn't it, Valerie?" 

"Yes" she whispered almost inaudible. 

He lashed her, not hard but just enough to sting, again and again. "You want it harder, don't you?" 

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes." 

"You have to ask for it." 

Softly she said, "harder." He increased the pressure. "Harder," she said a bit louder. "Harder," she said again. She tried to convince herself that she was just telling him what he wanted to hear, that she didn't know what he might do if she didn't play along. Yet she felt the heat rising and not just where the belt had struck. 

"Put your hands above your head," he ordered her. She obeyed and he took the belt and tied her hands together to the bed post. She heard him unzip his pants and felt his hard cock pressing against her ass. "I'm hard as a rock Valerie. You want me to fuck you, don't you Valley? You want me to fuck you like a dirty little whore. Say it Valley. Tell me what you want." 

Her pussy now throbbed in spite of itself. She could feel the heavy thickness of her juices dripping from her cunt. And it was aching for his rock hard dick to fill the emptiness. She was fighting herself, trying to be good. She felt her resolve slipping but realized she had no choice. The choice was being made for her. Right down to the nasty filthy words she was to say. She did the only thing she could. "Fuck me like a dirty little whore." 

He pulled her legs apart, rubbed her now sopping cunt and grabbed his hard-on and pressed it into her. He held her hips and sank his rod deep into her slit. She could feel herself letting go of her inhibition as he thrust himself over and over into her. 

"You're a nasty little slut aren't you?" 

"Yes." 

"Just a filthy piece of property. I can do anything I want with you." 

"Yes. Anything." 

"You really should be ashamed of yourself, getting fucked like a two dollar whore by a complete stranger. Are you ashamed of what a filthy little whore you are?" 

"Yes- yes. I'm so ashamed. I'm so dirty, and nasty," she cried out, loosing herself in the exhilaration of the forbidden. 

"No man is ever going to want you now; you're just a used up piece of trash." 

Tears again began to roll down her face. 

"Beg me to stop, Valerie." 

"No! Don't stop- its too late." 

"Beg me to stop, Valerie. Do it. Struggle." His voice was commanding. 

"Stop. Please-" 

"You're just a nasty little piece of trash, Valerie." 

"No, please, let me go." She struggled to be free. 

"I'm going to use you up like my little whore, then I'll let you go." 

"Please..." 

"Use you like a filthy rag, and then throw you into the gutter." 

"no" 

"Your nothing to me, Valerie. Just a worthless cum-rag. A dirty little whole." 

"no, no, no" 

"trash, shit, filth, slut, worthless, nasty whore" 

"please, please" 

"Fucking bitch, open your mouth." He grabbed her hair, yanked her head to the side and pulled out his cock and shoved it in. "Swallow it bitch- nasty fucking slut." 

His come shot down her throat and she felt her cunt contract hard; the sheets were soaked beneath her. He pulled out of her mouth, still coming and shot his semen across her back and into her hair. 

He quickly untied her from the bed and shoved her onto the floor. "Lay there. That's where you belong, you little gutter slut. Don't get up, until you see the sun coming through the window." 

He left but she lay there naked, afraid to move. When at last the sunlight streamed in through the window, she gathered her clothing and dressed quickly. She wobbled down the stairs as swiftly as her weakened legs would carry her. In the main room people were passed out everywhere. She felt there was safety in numbers so she crawled up on the couch to get some much needed sleep. Before exhaustion overtook her she wondered if the stranger was still somewhere in the house... 

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The Stranger



I knew that tonight will be the night that I fulfill my fantasy. I've been watching for a pattern with her nights, watching when her husband goes to work, watching when she goes to bed. She obviously didn't see me when she came home earlier and got her key from under the doormat in her garage. I had to smile when she placed it back and went inside. Yes, this will be the night.

I've given her enough time to get to bed and get to sleep. I walk up to the house and into the garage. I lifted the mat and picked up her key. It's as if she knew that I was coming. I wouldn't disappoint her, that's for sure.

I open the door easily and step inside. The house was dark, but thanks to a full moon tonight, there was enough light to see my way around. I ease down the hall and look into the rooms. As I peek into the master bedroom, I notice her laying on the bed. Luckily, it was kind of warm and she has kicked all of her covers off. I walk over to the bed and listen to her breathing and it is as she was in a deep slumber. She didn't wake up. I was thankful for that.

I stood in a trance momentarily, watching her chest heave as she breathes. Seeing her breasts flatten out with the most luscious nipples I've ever seen before. I quietly removed my clothes and stand there naked as she is, my cock beginning to stir…to come to life as I soak in her beauty.

I touch her skin. The velvety touch is so smooth to my fingers. I move my fingers up to her nipples, but she didn't wake up. I ran my tongue over her tiny buds and as if they had a mind of their own, they began becoming erect. I move down and with my hands I ease her legs apart.

The light of the moon coming through the window, acting as it was almost a spotlight shining on her almost hairless pussy. I begin kissing her inner thighs and as I do that, she finally begins to stir. I pause briefly and look at her face to see signs of waking up. She didn't, so I continued moving closer to my reward.

Her body smelled so fresh as she obviously just took a shower before she came to bed. I move closer and extend my tongue so it will touch her lips of her pussy. The fragrance of her sex was as I had imagined. So sweet and fresh smelling. She moaned a little and involuntarily parted her legs more. I couldn't tell if she was waking, but may have been dreaming.

My tongue finds her opening and slides in as I receive my first taste of her. She moans again and I see here hand moving over her body and down to her pussy. I raise my head as her fingers start moving to her clit. I was positive she was dreaming at this time. Her fingers rubbed more, then dipped down with her fingers and her middle finger finds her opening. She had become wet so her finger slipped in with ease. She moved her other hand down and began massaging her clit as her finger began fucking herself. Oh, this was a sight to see. My cock was hard as a rock with such an erotic display.

I couldn't hold it much longer. I had to taste her inner being. I took her finger out of her pussy and placed it in my mouth. My tongue begins licking her juices off. Moving her hand away and placing it on her leg, my tongue enters her pussy again. She has really become wet and smelled of sex.

Suddenly, I hear her gasp as she comes out of her slumber. She wanted to scream but the pleasure of my tongue kept her from making a sound other than a moan. Her hand moved from her leg and found my head and pulled me closer to her pussy. Her hips began moving in a thrusting motion as my tongue dives deeper inside of her. The walls of her pussy clutch at my tongue as I tongue fuck her. Still no words where spoken between us, but we both knew that we had something else in mind.

My hands move under her thighs and lift them while parting them more. I lift them forward and it lifts her ass up off of the bed. Her knees near her chest. I see the moisture that has dripped out of her pussy and it was glistening in the moonlight. I ran my tongue from her pussy downward over the sensitive area just below her pussy. Further down, I find the crevice of her ass and began licking the full length of it, then back to her tight opening. My tongue twirls around her opening and moves up the same trail as I had previously taken. I lick all of her juices that have dripped out en route to her wonderful pussy.

I take my fingers and find her pussy open for them to explore. I push two of them inside of her as her hips thrust upwards, trying to capture them. She begins moving wildly and moaning as her orgasm nears. Both hands now pulling me closer to her lonesome clit. Swollen and erect, I take her clit between my lips and begin sucking it as hard as I can while my fingers continue to fuck her. She arches her back off of the bed as she begins cumming in waves. Harder I suck as my mouth is rewarded with her juices.

By now my cock is throbbing and needs to be inside of her. I move up and kiss her nipples again as she pulls my head up so she can kiss me. Our tongues battling each other as we both sample her sweet nectar. My cock poised just on her clit as the underside of me fits well in the grove of her pussy. She hunches her hips and make me slide up and back with my cock moving over her aroused clit. I move back and the head of my cock finds her opening. I thrust my hips forward and my cock enters her tight pussy. Little by little I begin going deeper in her as our bodies begin a perfect rhythm, fucking each other as if it was the most natural thing we've both ever known.

Her legs wrap around my ass as I continue thrusting deeper and harder inside of her silky walls. Her muscles tightening around my cock as I fuck her like I've never fucked before. Her hands move to her own breasts and start pulling her nipples. She cups her breasts and offers them to my tongue as I fuck her. My tongue moves around her nipples, first one, then the other.

She wraps her arms around my body and pulls me over to the side of her as she gets up and straddles my body….her pussy slides down on my rock hard cock. She begins moving up and down slowly at first, then starts moving in a circular motion, grinding her clit over the base of my cock. She begins moving harder up and down, meeting my hips as I lift them off of the bed with each thrust. We find the rhythm again and fall prey to pure lust.

My hands move up and I take her nipples between my thumb and fingers and pull on them, and play with their hardness. She leans forward and kisses me again, but this time I begin sucking on her tongue, which causes a moan to escape her lips.

She raises up and leans backwards and takes her hand and finds my balls. She begins massaging them as my hand moves down and with my thumb, I begin massaging her clit. This triggers such an explosion between the both of us. As she cums….my balls erupt, sending thick jets of cum deep inside of her body. I lift my hips, lifting her off of the bed while still impailed on my cock. My cock throbs as my final drops empty inside of her.

Her breathing becomes ragged as she collapses onto my body. I place my arms around her as our hearts pound out the rhythm of love. She snuggles close to me while laying on my body. My hand caressing her soft skin. Her breasts burning a hole in my chest. We both lay spent in each other's arms.

She looks into my eyes and wonders who I am. She asks, but I place my finger over her mouth and tell her, "Don't say anything….we are each other's fantasy my love."



The Stranger



DISCLAIMER

This story is completely fictional. As it is my first (publicised) attempt at writing an erotic story, I'd welcome any feedback that you have. If you have any ideas that you'd like to share with me please let me know - maybe I'll use your ideas for my next story!

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It is early evening. I am sitting in the almost deserted area of a hotel lobby. Looking across the lobby area, I see Paula sitting at the bar on a high stool drinking a cocktail. She is wearing a smart business suit in a grey-blue colour comprising a jacket and short skirt reaching to just above her knees. She gives no sign that she has seen me.

As I watch, she is approached by a good looking business man dressed in a charcoal grey suit. They speak briefly to one another and then the man sits on the stool next to Paula and orders two drinks. They strike up a conversation. A few minutes later, Paula half turns towards me and the man briefly places his hand on her knee whilst talking to her. Seeing that Paula doesn't resist, he places his hand back on her knee and leaves it there. Once again, Paula does not react negatively. She spreads her legs slightly - as far as her tight skirt allows - and the bloke strokes her lower thigh before leaning forwards to kiss Paula briefly. After a short pause, Paula responds. This is the signal I've been waiting for.

Picking up my mobile phone, I dial Paula's mobile number and watch as she reaches into her bag and picks her phone up.

"What do you think? Shall we do it?"

"Yes."

"Give me 5 minutes and then go up to the room."

"OK. See you later then. Don't be too long. Bye."

Hanging up, I get up and walk across to the lifts. One minute later I am standing outside the hotel room and open the door. My heart is pounding furiously. I walk over to one of the cupboards and take the video equipment out. So far so good. It is all running as planned. Paula and I had agreed to fulfill one of her fantasies - to screw a complete stranger and have me watch! I set the camera up on its stand in one of the cupboards in the bedroom and adjust it so that it is aiming towards the centre of the room with a good view of the bed. Pressing the start button, I retire to the bathroom which is almost directly opposite the cupboard. I check one last time that the camera is not easily visible and I'm ready. Now comes the difficult part. Having checked out the room earlier, the only place for me to hide where I could get a decent view of the events to come is in the bathroom, the danger being that I'd have to hide behind the dark blue plastic shower curtain and hope that no-one came in.

A few minutes later I hear the key turn in the lock and the door open. A man's voice talking; Paula laughing. 

"Make yourself comfortable on the bed".

I climb behind the shower curtain as footsteps approach. The door closes and Paula's face appears around the curtain.

"I don't know if I can go through with this!" she whispers.

"If not, then you have to get rid of him. I'm so turned on I could screw you here and now!"

"You're turned on?! What about me? My knickers are soaking. The guy started stroking my thighs under my skirt whilst we were sitting at the bar!"

"I know - I saw."

"And in the lift, he slid my skirt up and grabbed my bum! Anyone could have seen!"

"What?"

"Aren't you jealous?"

"Jealous? I could have punched the guys lights out!"

"And now?"

"The same - but also turned on! I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack."

"Don't you dare! I have plans for you later. I want you to watch me get fucked - fucked stupid by some stranger that I picked up in the bar. Then I'm going to get rid of him and you're going to fuck my come-filled pussy while I tell you what your little slut has just done."

"Stop. Otherwise I'll either fuck you here or wank myself to death while I wait ... and watch."

Paula flushes the toilet and washes her hands. She leaves the toilet and goes into the bedroom turning the light out and leaving the door open a crack as she does so.

I get out of the bath and move to watch through the door. Paula climbs onto the bed and lies on top of the bloke and starts snogging him. His hands are all over her, grabbing her bum and breasts through her suit. When he starts trying to take off her jacket she stops him. She makes him sit up and starts stripping him. Within a minute he is stark naked and sporting a huge erection. The tip of his prick is circumcised and a deep purple colour.

Paula climbs back off the bed and moves to the side. From this position I can see her perfectly and know that she wants to tease me even more. She strips her jacket off and throws it to one side. Underneath, she is wearing a plain cream-coloured silk blouse. Her hard nipples jut through the soft silk and I guess that she is bra-less. This is confirmed as she bends to reach for the zip at the side of her skirt. Her breasts swing gently under the silk. She undoes the button and slides the zip down. Next she slips her skirt down over her hips to reveal a pair of brightly coloured floral silk knickers that I've never seen before. They are cut narrowly and reveal the insides of her thighs before arching high over her hips. The skirt drops down to the floor and Paula steps out of it. Under her new panties she is wearing stockings and suspenders! I can't believe how much effort Paula has gone to for this evening. Swaying slightly in front of him, she slowly undoes the buttons on her blouse - one at a time - before opening it up to display her naked breasts to the man. She flings the blouse to one side and continues dancing for him, hold her breasts up in both hands like some kind of ritual offering. Tiring of this, she moves over to the bed and climbs between the mans legs.

Taking his cock in both hands, she starts wanking him. He says something and she lowers her head down slowly, her face towards me. I stare at her in awe as she slowly opens her mouth and sinks down onto his cock, her eyes fixed on me the whole time. Wrapping her lips around his hard cock she starts sliding her lips and mouth up and down his shaft, stopping only to lift her head slightly and slide her tongue over the tip of his naked prick so that I can see everything.

The man can't take any more. He pulls her off and forces her onto her hands and knees facing me. Reaching up behind her he slips her knickers down to her knees, pushes her down onto the bed with her shoulders and moves up behind her. Paula is now splayed in front of him. She lifts her chin slightly and looks towards me, her eyes slightly glazed.

Taking hold of his prick in one hand, the bloke places the tip of his cock at the entrance to Paula's hidden pussy. With one hard thrust, he is inside her. Paula jerks up before being brutally forced back onto the bed. I wonder whether this is getting out of hand and debate going in to help. Paula starts gasping out loud and from the expression on her face, it is obvious that she is loving every second of it! The guy is now fucking her hard from behind. He has a hold of her hair and pulls it back towards him so that Paula is forced to look up and arch her back, driving her pussy back down onto the guys cock. He is now shafting her so hard that it is almost like witnessing a rape. Paula is blurting out loud 'yes, ye-es' and has one hand underneath her, tweaking her nipple hard.

Suddenly she arches her back and pushes herself almost upright.

"Oh, God. You're coming, you're coming. Fuck me harder. Come in to my tight pussy. Shoot your come into my hot wet cunt."

This is too much for the bloke who grunts out loud and thrusts himself into Paula once more and holds himself tight against her arse and stops moving. Paula still keeps on talking and I have the feeling that she is telling me rather than the bloke what she thinks.

"Oh, God. Yes. I can feel your hot spunk shooting up deep into me. It's so hot. I love it."

The two of them collapse onto the bed with him lying on top of her. After a few seconds, I see Paula make the agreed sign with her hand. Pulling out my mobile phone I deal her number automatically. Her mobile rings from the dressing table. Paula gets up and the man moves out of the way but tries to hold on to her. She shrugs him off and answers the phone as if someone is there.

"Hello! Yes, I'm already up in the room. ... Er, yes, great OK. How long? OK, see you soon. Bye."

She turns to the man. 

"Quick! Get dressed! You've got to get out of here!"

From the panic in her voice the man reacts instantly. He leaps up and starts getting dressed.

"What's wrong?"

"It's my husband! He's taken the earlier train and will be here in 5 minutes!"

The man turns pale and pulls on the rest of his clothes. Paula gives him a kiss and pushes him out of the door.

"Thank you!"

"Can I ..."

"Get out of here!"

Paula shuts the door behind him and comes back into the room. I walk into the room.

"Lie on the bed. Take your pants off."

I do as I am told. Paula climbs onto the bed and sits astride me. Something warm drips onto my navel. 

"That's come! I am a little whore and I love it!"

She lowers herself down until her pussy just encases the tip of my cock.

"See how wet I am? I just got fucked by a complete stranger! He had his cock inside me. He was so big that he stretched my pussy so that I'm no longer tight for you."

She slides slowly down, her pussy engulfing me. She is so wet and slippery that I feel like my cock has been greased.

"I am so fucking slippery. His spunk filled every last cranny of my little cunt. He shafted your little babe like a nineteen year old slut and then shot his load up me. Can you feel it? I even sucked on his hard cock and ran my tongue around his prick and even along the little slit at the top where his come later came out as he fucked me to bits."

By now, Paula is rubbing herself forwards and backwards over my pubic mound, grinding into me. This is all too much for me and I shove her back onto the bed on her back and force myself into her over and over again.

"That's it fuck me like he did! It makes me think of how good his cock was!"

This takes me over the top and I come, fucking Paula fast and furiously. To my amazement she suddenly screams and grabs me, pulling me down onto her as she orgasms seconds later.

A few minutes later, we are cuddled up in bed.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you!"

"No. I mean it. I had always fantasised about doing it and the fact that you were there watching me made me feel safe and horny at the same time. I I love you even more than ever."

"And me you. It was hard to watch but also fantastic."

"Can we do it again some time?"

"Er, yes. I guess so."

"I won't want to do it often, but I want to try some other things too."

"Like?"

"I want to be fucked by two men at once."

"Only two?"

"Or lots! But I want you to be one of them! And ..."

"Hmm?"

"Er. I want you to fuck another woman for me ... and then with me."

"That is easier for me. I want to see you with another woman too."

Paula climbs out of bed and walks over to the cupboard. Looking over her shoulder, she grins as she takes the camera out.

"Do you fancy watching a film...?" 



The Stranger



Josie Rawlings lived a life of privilege. With her father's money having supported her throughout her days, and a large alimony check from the ex-husband for spending money, the thirty year old had never known a day of honest work. She had rarely seen the inside of her own kitchen, for she had her own cooks. She had never done a load of laundry, and in fact, there were few outfits she wore more than twice, if she wore them twice at all. She had a garage full of cars, yet she was rarely sober enough to drive herself, and had a driver on her staff to get her where she needed to go.

She lived a life of constant pampering and self abuse. Josie met each new day with a mint julep, a Xanax, and a bowl of sliced and sugared fruit. Throughout the day, she would play with the dangerous mix of pills and booze, having perfected a balance that kept her buzzed for almost every waking moment, and sometimes, completely obliterated. 

However, she was also fond of working out in the attic gymnasium of her house, she ate healthy food, and her delicate hands and feet had never been deprived of manicures or pedicures. Her skin knew only the best treatments and moisturizers, and her hair was done by only the best South Beach hair stylist. Though there had not been a need for plastic surgery for the beautiful Josie, she had the numbers of three of the best surgeons in the country saved in her Rolodex for when the time came. 

If money and privilege lacked the power to spoil someone, it was not Josie. Not only was she spoiled in that she did nothing for herself, she was spoiled into thinking that she was better than everyone else, including those in the same tax bracket. Few people genuinely liked her, and Josie liked herself too much to give other people much in the way of true caring or friendship. She was pleasant when it suited her, but it was a thin disguise, for Josie was as selfish and shallow as it got, and in a person like that, it showed.

Her family loved her, but understood that she loyal to them because of the money. They also understood that they had created this monster, and her younger sister had been brought up so differently, that at last word, the younger Rawlings was somewhere in Asia doing charity work. The country club set rejected Josie because she was rude, obnoxious, and generally drunk. Her personal staff tolerated her abuses only because she paid them well, and she kept them in lavish birthday and holiday gifts in return for their loyalty. Friends? Josie had two friends that she had genuine feeling for, and who truly loved her enough to look past her list of failings, but she had never treated them overly well either.

The day that Josie met her match, the usually thoughtless heiress had felt a tickle of presentiment that this Thursday was to be a different day for her. She dressed carefully that morning after her shower, donning a dress that screamed "springtime". The clingy, silky dress highlighted each curve of her petite frame, stopping just above the knee, the jade color of the material accentuating a creamy complexion and brown hair that seemed highlighted with the shimmering colors of autumn.

She stood before the full length mirror in her bedroom for a long time, so impressed with herself that she nearly masturbated. The only reason Josie held back was because she was already running late to meet with one of her two friends, Heather Carrol, at a ritzy South Beach eatery.

The restaurant was crowded when she arrived, a lunch crowd of South Florida's most powerful filling the tropical accented room. Heather, an overdone, surgically enhanced bottle redhead was already there, sipping on a gin and tonic. She looked miserable.

"Why the long face?" Asked Josie, though it was more to see if there was any gossip to be heard rather than real concern. Immediately, a mint julep was brought to the table, and Josie was quick to begin drinking.

"You wouldn't understand," replied Heather, looking down at her menu with a sigh. "I think Harvey is sleeping with his receptionist."

"So divorce him and take him for all he's worth," Josie shrugged. "That'll teach him."

"I love him, Josie. It's not that easy."

"You should never have married for love, silly," she said airily, glancing around the room. As she spoke, her eyes fell upon a man lunching alone. 

He was beautiful. Sharp blue eyes, jet black hair that was cropped close. There was something rugged about him that was tempered only by the soft look of a privileged life that seemed to cling to him. He smiled at her, and Josie almost lost the thread of her conversation with Heather, who by now, had turned to look to see what had grabbed her friend's attention.

"You should hook up with that one. He'll make you forget Harvey for a while," commented Josie as she let her tongue slide across her lips. 

"Oh. Please." Heather looked disgusted, but she was staring openly at the man too, and both women seemed suddenly drawn to him. 

"Let's see if we can't fuck him," Josie whispered across the table to Heather, a wild glint in her hazel eyes. "Remember like the old days when we did that pool guy?"

Heather smiled thinly, unsure and a looking slightly bothered that Josie had brought that incident up. For Heather, that day had been lost in a haze of LSD and Southern Comfort, and though it had been enjoyable to be sure, she had always feared that Josie would talk openly about it to the wrong people and it would get back to her family, or worse, that bastard of a husband, Harvey.

"C'mon." She picked up her drink and began to stand. "I'll be right back, sweetie, I'm going to go and talk to him."

Heather sighed, not attempting to stop her friend, murmuring. "I'll order for you, then."

Josie winked and walked across the room to the stranger's table. She sat down, speaking before he ever got the chance. "Listen, honey," she told him, "my friend over there is having a hard time. I don't know you nor do I care to, but you look good, and I thought that it would be fun for us all to meet up at my house after lunch to cheer her up."

He smiled a toothy smile, asking lightly, "Are you propositioning me?"

"You're a genius to boot." She slugged down part of her mint julep before reaching into her purse and pulling out a pen and a scrap of scratch paper, writing down her address and phone number. If Josie noticed that the man was giving her a penetrating stare while she wrote, she did not react. "Here. After lunch, we'll be there, and you won't regret it. Just be aware that you'll be frisked at the door in case you are a lunatic."

He laughed. "Very well. I will think about it, Josephine."

Too drunk to realize that she had not introduced herself, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Josie. I don't respond to Josephine."

It took a fair amount of convincing over lunch and a few more drinks, but Heather agreed to go back to Josie's house with her. Josie had no problem with getting her friend drunk enough to agree to such things, for it had not been the first time, and wouldn't be the last. As far as she was concerned, the drunken mouth told the sober truth and the drunken soul responded to sober desires. Heather wanted this.

When he arrived, the stranger looked a little put off by the fact that he actually had been frisked at the door. However, he was quick to forgive that when his eyes fell upon the two women. Josie sat with a drink in her hand and a cigarette in the other on the couch, Heather was grinning stupidly beside her. "I have to say that I have never had something like this happen to me."

"Well, it won't happen again if you keep talking, Mister," Josie replied crisply as she mashed the cigarette out in a marble ashtray. "Come sit between us."

Heather's reluctance seemed to fall away entirely as the man took a seat between them. Something about him was powerfully alluring, and his half sinister smile was sexy. Neither woman spoke as their hands began to roam upward along his thighs, Josie licking lightly along his neck. 

Josie was the first to take hold of his stiffening cock while Heather unbuttoned his pants. Soon, the large, almost even abnormally large cock was free and poking straight out, rigid under the attentions of the selfish heiress. "Suck it, Heather," demanded Josie as she stroked it from the bottom. The stranger had thrown his head back, sucking in his breath.

"Josie..." she began, but Josie had already grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed her face down on the stranger's dick, which she took into her mouth with little hesitation beyond that. She sucked him wetly, taking him deep into her throat while Josie watched, her panties wet. She slid around to the other side of them, a hand drifting between her own legs briefly.

While the stranger moaned under Heather's attentions, Josie jacked Heather's skirt up around her hips, exposing a tight, tanned ass and a neatly trimmed pussy once she got her to rise to her knees on the couch. Josie exchanged a smile with the man as her fingers slid between her friend's legs, surprised at how wet she was, and doubly aroused by it.

Heather moaned around the thick cock as Josie slid her fingers in and out of the wet opening, slowly at first, but picking up speed each time she re-entered. Josie squirmed, wanting out of her own clothing, but wanting to see her friend pleasured first. "I want to watch you fuck him," Josie whispered, slamming her fingers back into Heather, letting them wiggle deep within her pussy. Heather was pushing her hips back against Josie's fingers, and the stranger had a handful of red hair in his fist, forcing her to take him as far as she was able. At Josie's words, he widened his eyes, giving her an appreciative smile.

Heather wanted to fuck him that was plain. The moment Josie's wet fingers slid out of her again, she straddled the stranger, crying out as she impaled herself on his smooth dick. Next to them, Josie was licking her fingers and using the other hand to lift her own dress and pull aside the white lace panties, fingering her own smooth pussy, which glistened with her own wetness. Even while he played with Heather's surgically enhanced breasts through the thin material of her blouse, his eyes never left Josie, and he looked as flustered as any man ever had, his hips pistoning upward to fill the redhead that rode him. 

Josie relished in the sight. She hitched one leg over the back of the couch as she lay back against the cushions, spread wide for both her partners to see, her fingers rubbing at her clit, occasionally slipping into her soaking pussy and pounding it. 

Heather was the one to speak through her moans, taken now with the situation and liking it. "Fuck me from behind while I lick Josie."

The change in position was swift, and Josie held Heather's head between her legs as she watched the handsome stranger fuck her friend from behind. Josie had always thought that Heather had a particular talent for oral sex on a woman, and she said so as she whimpered, eyes never leaving the man. Heather's tongue played friskily over her engorged button, and one hand had reached upward to tease Josie's breasts which heaved with each quick breath. 

The stranger thrust harder into the tight pussy, his hips moving impossibly fast as he watched the women before him. Yet, even though both women were breaking a sweat, he seemed cool and collected, despite obvious arousal and pleasure. 

Heather came like an animal, thrusting back hard as she cried out against Josie's sensitive pussy, which in turn, sent an electric sensation through her friend's groin, so that both women were coming at the same time. Josie's hips thrust hard against Heather's face, and her grip tightened on the woman's flowing red hair. 

With a painful jerk upward, Josie lifted Heather's head from her crotch, meeting her eyes. "My turn."

Heather was almost reluctant to allow that huge cock out of her contracting pussy, but she had always listened to Josie when she made demands. 

Josie eyed his cock as he stood before them, slick and milky with her friend's juices before she smiled up at him. "Fuck me with that animal, you."

It was almost as though a spell had been broken when not unlike Heather minutes before, Josie straddled the stranger on the couch, letting him slide fully into her hungry for cock pussy. Heather blinked at them, and pulling her skirt back down, she began to cry. 

If she thought that they would even acknowledge her tears, she was dead wrong, for even when she sputtered out Harvey's name, it got no more than a look from Josie. A look of mild disappointment which might have been more intense had she not been bobbing on possibly the largest cock she had ever had the pleasure of sitting on. Heather fled the house.

"Now I have you to myself," the stranger moaned, a hand on each of her ass cheeks, squeezing almost painfully as he slammed her down onto him.

"Just shut up and fuck me," Josie gasped, not interested in conversation.

He held her down on him, hips grinding upward, his voice breathless and low. "Don't ever try to shut me up, you little whore." He rubbed himself hard against her clit. "I've wanted you since before you got to my table. You could even say I compelled you to join me."

"I'll say what I want," she replied, though the words were lost in a whimper, which then transformed into a helpless moan as she told him how good his cock felt grinding into her, and how she was about to come again.

"You're going to come like you never have in your life," he breathed, teeth pinching down on a nipple that strained against the silky dress. "You're going to want it all the time when I am done with you. You're going to want it from me."

"Don't flatter yourself." But the words were empty for the orgasm built powerfully within her, and the release was true to his words. One orgasm followed another as she rode him hard and fast, her screams echoing throughout the house, sending the servants scurrying. She had him by the hair, pushing his face against her breasts, his bites and licks through the material only heightening the sensation as her come oozed slickly down the length of his cock. 

It was then that he came too, and he quivered beneath her, his coolness cracking as he thrust up into her pussy, spurting deep within her. He pulled his face away, and Josie's subsiding pleasure turned to horror when she looked into his eyes.

It was not the booze, nor the pills. For a split second, instead of the handsome stranger, she was looking into the face of what could only be described as a demon. Thick green scales and fiery yellow eyes, his tongue slithering out to show that it was forked. She tried to move off of him, but he held her there with strength that she was sure was inhuman.

Josie's heart pounded, and she was left speechless for possibly the first time in her life. When he spoke, it was a seething tone. His cock remained hard inside of her. "I want you to rule hell with me."

"You're crazy," she breathed. "What are you?"

"Some call me Lucifer, while others have named me Satan. I prefer Bob." He thrust hard and she shivered. "I've searched the world, every plane of existence, for someone suitable to rule at my side."

Josie was not a particularly religious person, but she believed him, and she was further convinced when he threw her off of him, and she landed on the floor with a thud. He stood over her, dressed, though she had not seen him put on his clothes, and indeed, it would have been impossible for him to have done so in an instant. She was in tears, a terror like none other welling in her gut. 

Bob snapped his fingers and a sheet of parchment paper floated down to land on her chest. "You have three days to sign that in blood. If not, I will take you by force, which I can assure you, is not a pretty option. Sign it, and you will live forever as my pampered queen."

And he was gone. Through a blur of tears, she read the parchment. It was a contract. A contract that demanded her soul in return for undying love in hell and powers described as, "things you never imagined in your mortal life."

Yet, none of that horrified her as much as the last line. 

"Being that you now carry the son of Lucifer in your womb, failure to comply will result in an excruciating death at the time of birth..."

Josie sobbed hysterically.



The Stranger



Night was falling as she made her way through the park to her apartment on the far side. She had noticed the man under the trees, but paid him no attention. There was no one else around and so she felt safe. She was used to people staring at her (she supposed she could be considered attractive), so it wasn't unusual for the man to be watching her.

It was unusual, however, for him to leave the shade of the trees to follow her, but she didn't notice in her rush to get home. She was tired after work, and wanted her dinner and her bed.

Almost there, she thought. And then the man stepped in front of her on the path. He was startlingly handsome, she realizes as she stopped short and looked at him. That was the only thought she could process before he was pushing her back under the trees, where the gloom had become thick enough to shield them from any chance passerby.

Up against the tree, his hands on her shoulders holding her not roughly, but firmly, preventing her escape, she saw that he was rather broad, and taller than she had first seen. Her mind was stumped at the turn of events and it didn't even occur to her to scream. And then she couldn't, as he started kissing her.

It was a deep, fierce kiss, full of unexplained passion. She didn't understand the sparks that flowed between herself and this strange man accosting her. She didn't know that he had been watching her for a long time. She only knew that he was a stranger, and he was kissing her. She bit him.

He pulled back, panting, and whispered her name.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"You're beautiful. I love you. I have for a long time."

"You've been following me?! How dare -" She didn't get any further because he was kissing her again, brutal and demanding. He reached for her breast and she struggled to escape, but was pinned between the tree and his hard, straining body.

He broke the kiss and moaned as she rubbed against his rigid arousal in her attempts to escape. He tangled hid hand in her hair and slid the other to her butt as he tilted her head back to kiss her yet again. This time, she couldn't ignore the sparks and, somehow, rather than biting him, began kissing him back as he pulled her body closer to his.

She pulled her head back and looked at him, confused and appalled at her sudden attraction and desire for this man, this stranger.

"Are you going to rape me," she asked, breathless from his kiss.

"Only if you make me force you."

Amazingly, on a burst of impulse, the choice was simple.

He's bigger and stronger than I am, she thought. I'd have no chance against him. And, strangely enough, for some reason I want to. I'll probably regret it later, but...

 

He sensed the change in her, felt the resistance melt away, and knew he'd won. He gently lowered her onto the soft grass next to the tree and knelt beside her, simply looking at her.

"I've waited a long time for this," he said.

He reached over and began to unbutton her blouse, pausing only to kiss her when a wave of uncertainty flashed through her eyes.

Shirt beside her, he began to fondle her breasts, stooping to suckle gently at one of them. She felt something beginning to stir inside of her, something she hadn't felt for a long time. This was dangerous, something she would never even dream about doing. But it was exciting.

His hand slipped under her skirt and they both moaned as his fingers discovered the wetness there. She had forgotten that she had removed her underwear after she spilled her drink at lunch. Then his fingers were inside her – teasing and tantalizing, making her cry out for more before she could remember that he was a stranger and that she shouldn't even be talking to him.

The next instant, faster than she would have thought possible, he had his pants open and he was inside her. Without thinking, she put one leg around his back and her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him.

They moved together, slowly at first, then faster. She noticed everything about that night, engraving every detail in her brain: the roughness of the grass beneath her, the stars in the sky above, the scent of the flowers nearby mixed with the scent of Him, the feel of this strong man on top of her, of him deep inside of her, where few men had ever touched.

He felt himself starting to lose control, the need to empty himself into her almost impossible to deny.

"Come on, baby, cum. Cum!" He wanted it to be special for her, too. He didn't want her to regret her impulsiveness and instead to remember this incredible night as he would.

She looked up at him, straight into his eyes, and he nearly died at the look of ecstasy on her face as she began to convulse around him.

His control shattered, and he thrust into her deeply, almost brutally, once, twice, and then he was exploding, sensation sizzling through his body.

He collapsed onto her heaving breast, unable to hold himself up any longer, and they lay together, hearing the wind in the trees and a lone owl nearby.

Finally, after minutes or hours, neither knew nor cared which, he climbed to his feet, blew a kiss toward her, and walked away, never looking back.

Every day afterward, she walked through the park, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man to which a hidden part of her now belonged. But she never saw him again. And she never even knew his name.



The Stranger



Since leaving her husband Dan, Anne was tired of staying at home alone. Every night seemed to be the same old routine. She would come home from work, make herself a light dinner, answer some e-mails and watch a little television before heading to her lonely bed. This particular night Anne was feeling very restless and she found herself walking around the apartment aimlessly. Noticing the newspaper on the table, she picked it up and took it to the sofa and plopped down to read it. Flipping through the pages she found the movie selections. There! Right there, her finger tapped the thin page was the movie she had wanted to see for some time so she decided that tonight she was going to go. Peeking up at the clock on her wall, she knew that if she hurried she would make it to the 9:00 P.M. showing. 

It was a beautiful warm summer night, so Anne decided on a long cotton summer dress. Thong panties and no bra made her feel cooler as well as a little bit sexy and deciding to leave a few of the top buttons open didn't hurt either. Slipping her bare feet into her sandals, she grabbed a sweater in case the theatre air conditioning was as cold as she remembered it to be. Carefully locking her door behind her Anne was off to the movies. 

Not feeling very hungry, Anne only purchased a soft drink before going in. Walking down the dark sloping aisle, she found an empty seat front and center. Perfect, she thought. While she waited for the movie to begin, Anne looked around to see who else might be in the theatre waiting to enjoy the same movie she was looking forward to seeing. Her eyes finally rested on the seat beside her and saw a man's jacket carelessly tossed over the back. She was surprised that she had missed it when she sat down. She had hoped that she had picked a spot where no one might end up sitting next to her. Well, whoever the owner of the jacket was, he was nowhere in sight. After taking a sip of her soft drink, she placed it in the holder. She adjusted herself and got comfortable just as the lights dimmed and the advertisements lit up the screen. Looking over at the seat with the coat, Anne thought, "I hope he hurries up and gets here. I hate it when people come in late and had to slide in front of you to get to their seats AFTER the movie begins. It's just rude.' 

Sure enough, just as the movie began a tall man bent down and whispered, "Excuse me, please." Sighing loudly, Anne stood up to let him pass. He picked up his jacket and sat down right next to her even though the next seat was empty too. He leaned over to her to say, "Thank You." Anne couldn't help but inhale the scent of his aftershave. Old Spice, it was one of her favourites. Softening a little, she smiled back and said, "No problem." 

"Knock it off" she silently berated herself. It is just aftershave. Still a bit ticked at his interruption and even more at herself for her silly girlish behaviour, she turned back to watch the movie.

Engrossed in the story, her eyes brimmed with tears and threatened to spill over when not long into the movie the main character found out that she only had a short time to live. Unable to stop herself, Anne sniffed back her emotions. She was so into the sad state of affairs on the screen, Anne was startled to feel her arm being bumped. She turned to him and found that the man was handing her his handkerchief. Feeling a little embarrassed that she hadn't hid her emotions better Anne took it and wiped her eyes before handing it back to him. A large warm hand cupped her smaller one and pushed it back to her indicating that she should keep it.

She couldn't stop herself from glancing over at this stranger. She wanted to see who this man was; this gentleman. You didn't see this type of man very often these days. A man who carries a clean linen handkerchief and wears the scent of Old Spice rather than the newer designer colognes. Whether he had meant to or not, he was stealing her attention from the movie. A moment later, the screen lit up and she couldn't resist glancing over at him startled to see a very handsome profile. Afraid she would get caught peeking she didn't look for too long allowing herself only a glimpse of him. She pulled her eyes away and tried to focus back on the movie. At different times, she sensed rather than saw him looking over at her as well; his interest in her was making her miss the dialogue of the movie; her mind on the stranger beside her rather than on the movie in front of her. 

Startled, Anne felt the man move his leg closer and began rubbing it against hers. Her first reaction was to pull hers away, but for some unknown reason she held still. The thrill and danger of allowing him to touch her held her like a magnet. Anne tried desperately to keep her eyes on the screen to get her mind back on the story even though it wasn't working. She didn't notice him placing his arm on the shared armrest until his bent wrist allowed his fingers to dangle far enough from the end to touch her knee. Involuntarily, she shivered. The stranger noticed and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. 

"Are you cold? Would you like my jacket?" he asked.

"No, no, I am fine, thank you." Anne whispered back shivering again as his breathy whisper caused her hair to tickle her ear.

Slowly and cautiously, the handsome stranger allowed his fingers to touch the silky dress along her thigh. Amazed at herself, Anne couldn't believe that she was doing nothing to put a stop to this. She was just sitting there allowing a stranger to touch her! 

Taking her silence for acquiesce, the handsome stranger began to gently pull her dress up, a little at a time to bare her leg. Thank God, for the darkened theater and that no one was all that close to either of them but Anne felt for sure that any minute someone was going to yell, Shhh! because her heart was hammering so loudly in her chest.

Seconds later, the man's fingers made contact with her bare skin. In unison, they sucked in their breaths knowing that the feel of an electric shock would've been more subtle. She giggled nervously, daring to peek over at him as the screen lightened. She could clearly see that he was amused at their similar reaction because of his big smile. Goose bumps raised her skin as his warm, strong fingers trailed along her thigh. 

"You are cold" he said leaning over to place his coat across her lap but he didn't hesitate to place his hand back on her thigh. With the cover of his coat, his hands became braver and gently applied pressure coaxing her to part her legs. Shocked at herself she yielded to his silent request; she opened her legs for him. 

Trembling, Anne stared at the screen but she didn't see a thing. It was nothing but a big blur before her eyes, just a safe place to look. She felt his fingers softly slide up and down the inside of her thigh. With each stroke he allowed his fingers to get closer and closer to her panty clad pussy, feeling the humidity emanating from her, inviting his fingers closer and closer, but he didn't allow her to entice him that close, at least not just yet. He was enjoying the fact that with each and every stroke, going closer and closer but not touching, he was teasing her. He was causing her juices to flow. It was not long before the gusset of her panties was soaking wet. His hand kept riding higher to the humid heat between her legs but he still wouldn't touch her.

A wave of flushed heat swept over Anne's body. She was so hot now that she had to remove her sweater. As it slid from her shoulders the stranger gallantly took it from her and carefully placed it in his lap. Her breath quickened and in the glow from the screen, the stranger was treated to the sight of her lovely breasts as they lifted to give her the much needed air she needed to breathe. 

Leaning in closer to her, he whispered again, "Open a couple more buttons on your dress." 

Anne sat as if frozen to her seat, not moving as the air slowly whistled from her mouth in shock. She couldn't believe that she was about to do as she was told by a perfect stranger but meekly her fingers went to her buttons and she undid two of them. She knew when the screen lit up; he would be able to see the outline of her breasts. Her rock hard nipples were very visible without the hindrance of a bra.

Absently, she placed her hand on the hand-rest and bumped into his arm. She was about to move it away when he took her hand in his and placed it in his lap. She could feel his cock through his pants. It was warm, hard and large. Her fingers closed around it and squeezed. She was rewarded with a soft moan from him and this time it was she who smiled. 

Deciding that Anne was getting a little too sure of herself in this sensual game they played, the stranger leaned closer and placed his hand into the opening of her dress and cupped her breast. Finger and thumb pinched the succulent nipple hard and smiled when she moaned. Careful to not ignore the other breast, he cupped it as well, pinching it just as he had the other one. The pinch caused another flow of her feminine juices and moistened her panties even more. 

The stranger let go, his hands no longer touching her anywhere. She felt the loss of his touch as sharply as she had felt the first impact of it when this game began. Taking her hand from his lap, he moved it away so he could reach down under the sweater to unzip his pants and free his hardness. This time he took her hand in his and he placed it firmly around his hard cock. Her thumb slid across the swollen head and her finger grazed the precum that bubbled at the tiny slit. As her thumb swirled across the head she could feel his cock actually pulsate and throb in her hand.

The stranger was not about to be left out of the game he had started so he put his hand back under his jacket and slid it between her smooth thighs, only this time he didn't hesitate; this time his fingers went right to her sex. The moistened strip of panty barely covering her hot humid cunt was not going to stop him from the prize he knew was waiting for him. With a firm grip his fingers slid into the leg of her panty grabbing the wet gusset tightly as he pulled. Coughing loudly he masked the sound of ripping fabric as he rendered her panties to nothing but shreds. Nothing was hindering his touch now as his fingers slid along her clean shaven labia. The fat smooth lips were so wet from her arousal that his fingers glided along each lip like a skater on freshly sharpened skates. His big arm held her close as she nearly jumped out of her seat when his finger touched her swollen bud causing her to feel sparks in her nipples and explosions in her brain. 

In a state of arousal, her head flew back to rest on his arm. To all but him, they looked like the many other lovers who came to enjoy a movie together. Taking his finger, he traced her lips up and down repeatedly before he rammed it deeply inside her almost causing her to jump out of her seat.

Unconsciously, Anne opened her knees more to make his access easier only to clamp them closed holding his hand a prisoner. Reacting to her pre-orgasmic state her hand gripped his cock as if it were a life line, she was determined that she was not going down without him. Knowing the rhythm of their mutual 'dance' her hand slid along his cock exactly the same way his finger was fucking her pussy. The closer and closer they got to coming, the more difficult it was to hide their game. 

He knew that Anne was about to come even before she did from the grip her pussy walls had on his finger. He slid in another to fill her more and so his thumb could easily dance across her clitoris helping her to peek perfectly. The flow of her juices flooded his fingers as she quietly began to moan. Tossing her head back, the stranger leaned over to kiss her deeply, wanting to feel her tongue in his mouth and maybe to help hide her passion from the others.

As her eyes opened slowly, she looked up in time to watch as he took his shiny wet fingers and placed them beneath his nose to inhale her scent. A moment later he slipped them into his mouth and sucked them clean. Anyone else might have thought that this stranger was cleaning the popcorn butter from his fingers but Anne knew differently. 

Watching him made her hot and she wanted to make him feel as she had felt only moments before. Her hand slid up his cock gripping tightly. Her thumb swirled across the tip spreading the silky precum across the bulbous head. Slowly but firmly her hand slid right down to his groin. She could feel his pubic hair roughly against her fist; up again to the fat head that was throbbing and swelling with each stroke. As her hand reached over to cup his full balls, his eyes glimpsed the lovely white flesh of her breast and the eraser nub of her nipple begging to be sucked. As if his legs had a life of their own, they shot out straight and he coughed again trying hard to disguise his arousal. His balls filled and tightened up in the palm of her hand and Anne could feel how close to his body they hid. Knowing that this was telling her he was about to come, Anne slid her thumb across the tip of his cock just as it spurted seamen into the sweater that was covering their play. As the tenseness left his body and he suddenly collapsed, she knew the last load was shot. 

When he felt he could move again the stranger slid his hands beneath the sweater and with great difficulty he tucked his still erect penis into his pants and did them up. Once things were almost back to normal, he leaned over to Anne and gave her a soft but passionate kiss. His tongue traced her lips and dipped in one last time. 

He slipped his hand up under her dress and as he coughed he ripped the rest of her panties right from her body. In the soft light from the screen, he crumpled the torn fabric in his hand he brought it to his nose inhaling deeply. Looking into her eyes, he took them and slid them into his jacket pocket to keep as a souvenir. Once more his hand gently slapped at her pussy lips as a loving goodbye tap and then he slowly tugged down her dress. 

Amazingly, as if this had been a well choreographed dance, the lights went up just as her skirt was tugged down. Anne reached over and picked up her damp sweater, folding the wetness inside and held it to her chest to cover the fact that she had opened more buttons. Looking over at the stranger beside her saw his sated tender smile that reached the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen. This time she smiled back at him. 

With nothing left to do and not knowing what to say, she got up clutching her damp sweater and she started to leave. Halfway up the sloped aisle, she turned back to look at him again but he was gone. Frantically, she looked all around but she still didn't see him. He had mysteriously disappeared from sight. Feeling a little sad but very alive, Anne left the theater.

A week later, Anne was reading the paper and noticed that the movie she missed because of her little escapade was still playing, so she decided to really go see it. Once she paid her way and went inside, she couldn't help but realize that she was looking for a seat with a jacket placed next to it. "Stupid" she berated herself and found just any seat and sat down. As she waited for the movie to begin Anne looked around pretending if only to herself that she was not really looking for the stranger. 

Angry at her ridiculous behaviour, she finally got up to go buy herself a soft drink before the movie began. She placed her sweater on the seat to save it and went up to the concession booth to buy her soda. When she returned to her seat, Anne gasped. There on the seat next to hers was a jacket. 

© 2004 Misty's Erotic Stories (revision)

© 1998, Misty's Erotic Stories (original)



The Stranger



The holiday week on the coast was rapidly coming to an end. My three roommates and I have had plenty of fun baking our bodies to a crisp, dipping them in the cool waters of the English channel, playing beach volleyball, sitting at the tables of the outdoor cafes and observing the passersby, gossiping, eating and drinking more than should be allowed by law and generally having a very good end of the summer. 

This was to be the last evening before we squeezed our golden, still somewhat burnt selves into a beetle convertible and headed for London, returning to our studies and part-time jobs, interviews and panic-stricken attempts to scrape enough dosh for the obscenely high apartment rent, which we dutifully shared between the four of us. 

We met through the university bulletin board newspaper ad, all searching for roommates and finally deciding that were we to join efforts, we could afford one of those pricy but gorgeous places in Knightsbridge where people drive Jaguars and walk their two-thousand-pound dogs on the diamond studded leashes. Lacking the luxuries of a decent car and expensive pet we were nevertheless satisfied.

Part-time jobs helped to make the ends meet along with what the scholarships, grants and our parents afforded us. A week in Brighton full of play and getting shit-faced every night was just what the doctor ordered before we returned to the piles of books, unreasonable essay deadlines, hours of grueling studies in the libraries and stuck up professors, some of which believed that to treat students humanely would spoil them and leave them unprepared for the harshness of the today's world. 

We decided to spend the last night on what we called the playground, which is really a couple of miles long stretch of cobble-stoned pavement squeezed between the beach and the busy street, a stone's throw away from the famous amusement park boardwalk, packed with pubs, restaurants, fish'n'chips places, souvenir shops, filigrees, antique bookstores, tattoo parlors, outdoor cafes and the rest of the touristy attractions, which if one has not spent all their money yet will certainly milk you dry of your last penny. 

"We shouldn't be getting smashed if we're to drive back in the morning." Said Saffron, the beauty in our group, a tall, black-haired and green-eyed Irish lass, who was well aware of her attractiveness and knew how to use it, making men stupidly enchanted with her. 

"No, no!" exclaimed Maya, a small Slovenian girl who was the last to join our group. Despite living in London for two years her accent was still as thick as it had been the first day we met her and many a time, when upset or annoyed she would break into an avalanche of cursing in her own language, bringing the rest of us dangerously close to peeing our panties from the hilariousness of the situation. "You don't get smashed!" she yelled from the bathroom where she was fixing her hair and make up. In conversation, her grammar was appallingly horrible and sometimes I wondered how she managed to pass all her exams satisfactorily, although we all had a sneaking suspicion that her awkward way of speaking was a front, created to make people take interest in her. "You driving tomorrow! We sleeping!" 

"Yeah, that's right." Whined Katie in her cockney accent. "You'll be the driver, we'll co-pilot."

Saffron rolled her pretty eyes. "With your co-piloting we'd be lucky if we ended up as close to London as Liverpool."

I broke out laughing and the sight of Maya stepping out of the bathroom with one eye made up, the other one still untouched, her long hair a wild mess, which gave her the look of a crazy person made us all scream with laughter. "Wat?" asked Maya and we couldn't help but stomp our feet and giggle. 

"Smotke!" declared Maya and marched back inside the bathroom, leaving us to eye each other with raised eyebrows and continue barking. 

"One of these days we should make her write all those words down and translate them. I really want to know when she's swearing and when she's just playing." Said Katie and we all nodded in agreement, the giggle attack far from over. 

Finally ready to face the world, dressed and made up to attract, we decided to hide a few quid under the mattress and therefore prevent the disaster of the previous summer when we had to call Katie's dad to the rescue, having spent our last money on the drinks, unable to afford even a drop of petrol. 

"What if somebody comes in and knicks it?" asked Saffron with face full of fake concern.

"Nobody will come in and knick anything, for Pete's sake." Said Katie. "This place stinks, you've just managed to kill the last little ozone we had left with that hairspray of yours! It's a natural repellant to animals and people alike." Saffron stuck her tongue at all of us and closely inspected the tank top she intended to wear.

That particular evening I was in a happy mood. Nicely tanned with freshly washed hair and wearing a canary yellow sleeveless dress that reached above the knees, the color enhancing my complexion, I knew I looked good. It was exactly as my sister Fiona always told me – if you feel good on the inside, people would perceive you as such. 

We dined in a small Italian restaurant on the beach and then roamed from pub to pub, having a pint in each and I was glad to notice that I got quite a few stares and winks from the blokes. For the past week, none of us had had anything bigger going than an occasional flirt and we were quite happy with that. No immense dramas and tearful goodbyes, months of waiting and hoping only to be disappointed that the promised had not been realized. Or worse, if it were to come true, it would probably be destined to turn out to be a disaster. This holiday would be a success in every way. 

By the time we decided to visit the nightclub Charity for the last time before leaving Brighton, we were all pleasantly tipsy, dangerously approaching the limit of drunkenness. 

"Plenty of single blokes in there, ladies!" said the guy at the door. "Would be a sin to charge, so go ahead!" He grinned, his eyes pausing on Saffron. 

We entered and were immediately caught up in the smell of sweaty bodies and cigarette smoke, loud music vibrating through us as if we were all made of paper. "He wasn't kidding about it being packed, was he?" coughed Katie. 

Booths with waist high separates between the round, benched tables and the main path around the club were encircling the entire outer wall of the club save for the DJ booth and a bar in the middle. Another, lower row of smaller booths with tables and benches enveloped the dancing floor, which was full of swinging and swaying bodies, some barely moving in the rhythm, others pouncing wildly, completely out of tune with the music playing overhead. 

Every table was occupied and we could not see enough space in the booths for the four of us to squeeze into. Small groups of clubbers were dotting the walkthrough area, making it very hard to move between the bar and the seat, should one be lucky enough to have arrived early enough to claim it. 

"Oh, oh…" exclaimed Maya excitedly, waving her arm in the air towards one of the booths opposite the entrance. "Go, go, go…" She pushed us all forward and then bolted past us towards the small clearing from which a group of girls had just left. It wasn't a sitting area, rather a few square inches of the path between the booths, which was currently unoccupied. Like a flock of sheep we followed, glad to be able to find at least that much free space. 

Successfully managing to position ourselves in a way where we had clear view of the dance floor, the bar and the entrance, Saffron and Katie gestured that they were going to attempt the laborious task of getting some drinks. 

"Make sure nobody takes the place!" yelled Katie in my ear, as the music was too loud for normal conversation. I nodded and leaned back towards the booth, jumping away from it quickly as I felt a hand brush against the bare skin behind my knees. I turned around half expectant to see an annoyed face over my clumsiness, but the guy to whom the hand belonged was looking the other way, into the mirrored wall. 

"Well, I was going to apologize," I murmured and turned back towards the dance floor. 

"Waaat?" screamed Maya and simply shook my head. I couldn't be bothered with explanations. 

I could see Katie and Saffron have made very little progress towards the bar, bumping against and being pushed by other people in the club, giggling and apologizing, panic stricken looks pointed towards the floor. Their little feet were obviously being heavily stomped on. 

I pulled a cigarette out of my purse, lit it and tried to smoke it without burning anybody's bare skin or obviously expensive piece of clothing, gently swaying in the rhythm of the music. 

I froze when I felt the hand brush against my thigh again. This time I was almost certain it was on purpose; I wasn't standing that close to the booth. I turned around to give the guy a dirty look, but he was still not looking back at me. His gaze was pointed sternly at the mirror in front of him, his eyes observing something on the other side of me. 

He seemed to be very tall and slim, which made the woman sitting next to him appear tiny, almost like a child, although her aged hands that she kept carefully folded in her lap proved otherwise. The man's hand was thrown behind her, not touching her shoulders, rather hanging off the edge of the booth into the path of the passersby. I kept looking at him in the mirror, while he continued ignoring me. 

The instant I turned back, I could feel his fingers brush against my thigh. I looked at Maya, but she was staring after Saffron and Katie, who were still trying to make their way to the bar. I looked around the other booths and nobody seemed to be paying any attention to what was going on. Unless someone was really interested, I seriously doubted anybody would realize my predicament. 

Warm fingers brushed against my bare skin again and now I was really getting pissed off. He'd better not try and tickle me, I hated that and I had a right mind to turn around and embarrass him in front of the woman, who was obviously his companion.

This time however, the fingers paused on my skin, gently caressing it, slowly working their way up my leg. Inch by painful inch, in gentle circular motions he reached the hem of my dress and slid his hand underneath. I turned my head to the side just enough to see that he shifted in his seat, pushing his arm further over the edge, making it easier for him to reach me. 

As awkward as the situation felt, I enjoyed the gentle caress and this time, I didn't move away or spin around to show him that I didn't like it. Quite the opposite, I began liking it just fine, and in order to give him a better access I sidestepped, slightly prying my thighs apart, ever so careful not to touch the back of his companion's head. 

The guy certainly had balls. Were he to reach too far past the woman, she could have easily seen his hand under my dress in the mirror. The danger of the situation had started to excite me. I felt a twinge between my legs and quietly cursed myself for not wearing a thong, but picking the good-girl knickers, more resembling grandma panties than anything remotely sexy. 

Suddenly, the man leaned towards the woman next to him and whispered something in her ear, giving himself a few inches of maneuvering space, slipping his hand all the way up my thigh and brushing it against my knickers and sliding it between my legs. Although welcome, the move was so sudden, it propelled me a step away from the booth. 

"Waaat?" yelled Maya again and I couldn't help myself but laugh out loud. 

"I'll be right back, just going to the loo." I yelled in her ear. 

"No, no!" she screamed back, panic obvious on her face. "We lose space!"

"No, we won't." I said and nodded towards the bar. "Saff and Katie are coming back, so you'll be fine." I turned my head towards the guy, whose hand had been paying my thigh its undivided attention, making sure that he had heard me. He still didn't afford me even one quick glance. His hand was now again hanging off the edge off the booth. I noticed a wedding band on the ring finger.

The girls were making their way back, carefully balancing bottles of beer high up in the air, making sure not to clunk anybody in the head. Before Maya could voice any more protests, I slipped away and threw myself into the crowd of sweating bodies, trying to bulldoze my way into the ladies' room. 

Very predictably, the line in the bathroom was impossibly long and it had taken good ten minutes before I was able to fight my way into an empty stall. I pulled down my knickers, my pussy swollen with arousal. The whiteness of my underwear was stained with my own juices and after a few seconds of careful consideration, I pushed them all the way down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I balled the tiny cotton cloth into a ball and stuffed it into my purse. 

You've lost your mind! I thought and bravely exited the stall, returning into the stench of the club. Despite the heat in the crowded place, I felt myself shiver. Some of it was excitement; a lot was pure fear. I was frightened of my own boldness. 

My dress reached to the middle of my thighs and there was no immediate danger of me flashing the club with my white, bare arse as a neon sign, but I was acutely aware that any sudden movement, rising of my hands or careless bumping against me by other people could achieve just that. Ever so carefully, I inched my way back to where my friends stood, firmly pressing the dress against my legs. I tried to avoid other people's eyes, as I felt my shame might be written all over my forehead. 

It must have been a mixture of alcohol, good mood, the atmosphere of the last of the carefree days before returning to the grueling routine of the student's life that had made me confident beyond even my own expectations. 

When I reached the girls, I gratefully accepted the beer that was offered and pushed Maya out of the way: "My spot. Thank you!"

Clicking her tongue, Maya rolled her eyes but let me have the place back. As she was moving away, I was very careful to glance at the guy and particularly his hand. It was still hanging off the edge of the booth and I could have sworn that Maya was not the receiver of the kind of attention I had been minutes before. 

I stood between Katie and Saffron, sipping on my beer and gently swaying in the rhythm of the music. I waited for the fingers to touch me again, but nothing happened. A track overhead flowed to another one and then the next, but the guy made no move. Disappointment started to set in the longer I waited. As worried as I had been over my desires, nevertheless I craved the stranger's boldness and I suppose also his arrogance in believing that I could be touched like he had touched me before. I wanted to feel his fingers on my thighs, slowly creeping up. My body felt like an exposed nerve, ready for the inevitable, afraid that it would overreact when it finally happened. 

Some ten minutes later, my entire body on edge, I began feeling silly. Either he had lost interest in me or he had turned around when I was leaving or coming back and didn't like what he saw. 

I took a tiny step back towards the booth, closer to the stranger's hand. Nothing. I approached him for another inch, careful not to bump against his companion's head. Still nothing happened. Closing my eyes in deep concentration, I leaned back even more, bumping my foot against the booth, finally managing to make contact between the back of my thigh and his fingers. For a moment nothing happened and my heart sank. I felt like an idiot now. 

"Well!" I said loudly, stepping forward determined that our little group should move away, either to another spot or out of the club altogether. None of my friends seemed to have a particularly good time, although they didn't seem to suffer either. As I took another breath to continue my thought, I felt a tug on the back of my dress. Yesssss!

I paused, awkwardly looking around and noticing that all three girls' eyes were on me. Without moving my head I looked down, trying hard to concentrate on what the hand behind me was doing, afraid I'd miss any little brush of it against my bare skin.

Another tug on my dress made me close my mouth and step back. I looked at Saffron and smiled in embarrassment. 

"What?" yelled my friend and I shook my head. 

"Forget it! Nothing!" I said but she kept staring at me. "Mmm…" I murmured, pointing to the dance floor where a funny looking guy was throwing his arms and legs all over the place as if he was having a seizure. His eyes closed, a satisfied smirk on his face was bizarrely amusing and I was glad when Saffron's eyes followed my finger and landed on the crazy dancer. 

At the same time, I felt the stranger's hand slip under the hem of my dress. His fingers were touching me so softly that I had to gather all my strength not to giggle. He was tickling me now. The fingers moved half an inch farther up my thigh and slid slightly down. Another inch up and back down again. 

He was working his way towards my pussy and the longer he took, the more aroused I became. It had taken him a full minute to reach between my legs and by the time his warm fingers touched between my legs, I could feel my pussy swollen to the point where I had to move my feet apart, as it was becoming uncomfortable. 

When he reached my bottom, he paused for a moment, and then touched around it a bit as if searching for something, obviously taken aback by the inability to find my knickers that he had felt before. I turned my head to the right, looking at Katie and giving her a smile. She smiled back. At the same time, on the periphery of my vision, I could see the stranger turn around and look at my back. Success!

You think you're the only one who can shock? I thought to myself and eagerly waited for the next reaction. Obviously satisfied over my lack of underwear, his fingers slipped under my arse, reaching for my pussy. Again they paused, then moved around and paused again. 

Yep, completely hairless! I thought and thanked God I had enough sense to shave that evening in the shower. 

Ever so carefully, I turned around, finding the man's eyes in the mirror opposite him, behind my back. This time, he was staring squarely at me. He was a good-looking guy, although I wouldn't have described him as my type. He looked much older than what I had thought at first. He must have been in his late forties, maybe even early fifties. I was struck by the realization that he was probably older than my dad. At that time, I couldn't give a toss about it.

I felt him place the palm of his hand face up on my pussy, his fingers gently rubbing it, half an inch forth, half an inch back. I wanted to sway in the rhythm of his touch, but was afraid I might alert the woman behind me and had remained perfectly still. 

At that moment, I became oblivious to everything but my crotch and the gentle massage of the stranger's fingers. He pushed them back and forth and then made a tiny circle, slipping his middle finger between the lips, finding my clit, rubbing it just as gently as he did my thigh before. His finger paused on the small, by now swollen triangle and he pressed against it, sending a wave of pleasure throughout my body. 

My own fingers were wrapped around the bottle of beer squeezing the glass as if trying to break it. My body tightened, my mind blocking out anything but the feel of the warm fingers on my pussy. 

For me to achieve an orgasm, the other person would usually have to work for a while, but this time, it seemed another few seconds of this and I'd be shivering right there in the club, surrounded by my friends, probably embarrassing myself beyond anything I ever imagined. 




The Stranger



The man's finger slid off my clit, finding its way downward and positioning itself on the entrance of my pussy. He paused like that as if giving me a moment to compose myself. A second later, I could feel the tip of the finger entering me gently, pulling back out and re-entering. 

I don't believe I remember ever feeling hornier than on that particular night. The stranger, the impossibility of the situation and the danger over being caught and mocked by others as well as my friends and of course the effect of alcohol all added to the excitement. 

The man pulled his finger out of me and as if to show me how wet I had become, he carefully wiped it against the inside of my thigh, only to re-enter me again. I looked down at the front of my dress and noticed that my nipples were hard and erect against my dress, the bra that I was wearing doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact. My friends seemed to be oblivious to what was going on, continuing to sway in the rhythm of the music and intently observe the goings on around us. 

It had taken all my strength to remain standing still and keep my face straight. I wished more than ever that I were in bed with this man, even though I didn't know him, even though he was not my type. I convinced myself that he would probably be the best lover ever. The attention that he was giving me was making me half crazed with lust. I could care less about anything at that particular moment, my body had taken charge and I followed.

I closed my eyes and with the stranger's fingers between my legs working relentlessly, I fantasized. I see us leaving the club together. No, no. He whispers something to the woman and gets up, walks past me and gives me a meaningful look. I tell my friends I need to step out for a moment and almost have to fight them off, as they want to come with me. We've done everything together for the past week, we do most of the things together when we're in London, why the hell would I want to go out all by myself now?

Oh, I tell them, I need some more cigarettes and I would like to take a quick walk, I need a bit of air and a few minutes to think. They let me go and I almost run out of the club, panic rising in my stomach. I look around wildly, hoping that I didn't misread the man's hint. 

There! He's standing at the corner of the club, slightly hidden in the shadows and I almost miss him. I walk up and without a word he puts the hand on the small of my back, pushing me forward into an alley leading to the back of the building. We find ourselves in a labyrinth of narrow passageways amongst the backyards of the group of houses, warded off by wooden fences. 

We're walking for a while, his hand still resting on my back, my entire body shivering in anticipation, my mind screaming out the warnings, which I ignore. 

"Hey," he whispers and I realize that he had finally stopped and I had gone too far. "Come here, you." His voice is louder now, and my God isn't this just the lowest and sexiest voice I have heard in my life!

I walk back and take the offered hand. He pulls me towards him and I press my body against his. He is so very tall, six maybe seven inches taller than me, it makes me feel like I'm a child. His arms wrap around me and for a moment I feel like I'm in the safest of places. I can feel the energy of his strong body keeping me warm. I wish we could stay like that for a while, but we're not here to cuddle and I know that. 

His arms are now racing up and down my back, he leans down and kisses me on the lips, his tongue slipping inside my mouth and finding my own tongue, caressing and sucking on it. He tastes like beer and cigarettes, his body smells like the manly cologne, and I am as soft as butter in his arms. I can feel my dress being pulled up. 

His hands squeeze my butt cheeks gently, rubbing the skin as if preventing it to get cold. He turns me around so that my back is against his front. His long arm reaches over my belly and the same fingers, which are slipping in and out of my pussy in reality, are rubbing against the clit in my fantasy. 

I can hear his zipper being undone, and his hardness presses against my back. He is so tall that for a moment I worry we wouldn't be able to have sex standing up. I would most certainly not want to lie down in the alley. 

One of his hands still on my clit, the other one pushes against my back, bending me forward, forcing me to grab onto the wooden fence in front of me. I am so ready for him that I need no more foreplay. My pussy is dripping wet and swollen and he knows it. 

With the dress hiked up over my lower back I can feel him position his cock against my pussy and grab onto my hip tightly. He pushes forward and enters me easily, my head spinning with the sensation of a hard cock entering my softness. 

There is no time for gentle lovemaking. We are both highly aroused, hardly waiting for the ultimate feeling of release and with his cock buried inside of me to the hilt he grabs onto my shoulders, pulls out a bit and slams against me so hard I want to scream with pleasure but don't dare to, as most of the houses amongst which we have taken refuge are illuminated from the inside, throwing a soft light onto our coupling bodies. 

I sigh deeply, trying not to be too loud and am grateful to hear him moan softly, too. He obviously enjoys me as much as I enjoy him. The awkwardness of the position and the mismatch of our heights don't seem to bother us at all. 

He is fucking me hard now and I am holding onto the fence as if my dear life depended on it. For some reason I look up into the window of the house in front of me and to my horror see a young woman standing in the window, looking at us. 

I turn back in panic, trying to alert the man behind me, only to realize that he is looking at the window, too. The realization that we are all aware of each other makes the entire thing even more exciting. 

I catch the rhythm of his body, pushing against him every time he rams deeper inside of me. I can feel his hard cock pulsating; his fingers are squeezing my shoulders to the point where I am almost certain I will be left with a bruise. I don't care. The sensation that he is giving me is beyond anything I have ever known. 

I am pleased to hear that he is failing to stiffen his moans and as his breathing speeds up, his soft moans and groans tell me that he will be reaching the climax at any given moment. I reach behind me and grab onto his shirt, pulling on it and pressing his body against mine, telling him silently that I would like him to speed up and fuck me even harder. 

He lets go of one of my shoulders and bends over me, leaning against my back. His free hand now returns to the front of my body, finding the clit and pressing against it in synchronicity with his ramming. "Ah…" he half whispers, half moans, making me voice my own pleasure as quietly as I can, knowing that I am probably failing miserably in an attempt to be discreet. A quick glance at the window in front of me tells me that the woman is still observing us. I close my eyes and hope that she will not call the police. I don't want this to end ever, especially not prematurely and in a shameful display to the authorities. 

"I'm cumming, babe…" he says and I wish we could continue like this for a bit longer, but all the same I am ready, too. 

"Me…too…" I say and he slams against me so hard he almost sends me flying against the fence. His hand on my shoulder prevents that embarrassing moment and I can feel my clit explode under his attentive fingers. Wave after wave of pleasurable tingles spread from my pussy down my thighs and up my torso. I feel like I've blanked out for a moment, I can't see anything. The feeling inside my pussy is all that my mind can focus on. 

A rude shove on my side brought me back from my fantasy and I opened my eyes, only to see Saffron's concerned face peering at me. "Are you okay?" she asks.

I could only nod, squeezing the purse in my hand so tight I was afraid I would break off all my fingernails. I have cummed hard right there, standing up, in the club right next to my friends, with the man's finger now deep inside my pussy, undoubtedly feeling my muscles squeezing it desperately, wanting it to stay in for a while longer. 

I felt my own juices slowly oozing down my legs and to prevent any telltale signs I quickly put my feet together, squeezing my thighs in a desperate attempt to stop it from trickling farther. 

"I'm okay," I whispered to Saffron. "I just felt a bit dizzy…" I said and she nodded, obviously still not convinced. 

"Shall we go?" she asked and I felt the stranger's finger slowly exiting me. Of course he couldn't have kept this up for much longer without being detected by someone. I feel his hand wiping against my thighs and then softly tapping my butt. 

I didn't turn my head, but carefully rolled my eyes around, making certain nobody had seen what had just happened. 

"Shall we go?" Saffron repeated and I shook my head. 

I couldn't just walk out the way I was. I had to go back to the bathroom and put my knickers on. I seriously doubted I would be able to concentrate on anything else that night. The incredulity of the deed just finished would boggle my mind for a long time to come. I could not believe what I had just allowed to happen. 

The stranger's hand had completely left my body now, not even touching the dress. I wanted to turn around and look at him. I wanted to show him that I had enjoyed him more than I wanted to, more than I would ever allow myself to believe it would be possible. I didn't do that, however. Instead, I headed for the bathroom one more time, pushing through the crowd on wobbly knees, hoping I wouldn't loose my footing. 

The long line in the bathroom didn't bother me this time. My body was still shivering and my nipples showing against my dress, as I was leaning against the wall, trying to catch my breath and calm myself down. I bolted inside the first stall that was free, ignoring loud protests from the girls who were in the line in front of me. 

I wiped myself with the toilet paper and found my knickers in the purse, pulling them on with regret. I wished I could do the same thing again, but of course, once was madness enough. 

As I returned inside the club to where my friends stood, my heart sank in disappointment when I realized the man and his companion had left the booth. I didn't even know his name. I knew it would have been absolutely impossible to see him again, but somewhere deep down inside of me, I had hoped that somehow I would be able to. 

The beer that I tried to finish tasted foul. I felt annoyed and pissy. I just wanted to go back to the hotel and crawl inside my bed, reliving the minutes of sheer ecstasy that I had shared with a complete stranger. 

I felt ashamed for a while and was never able to bring myself to tell what happened to any of my friends. I didn't even dare put it in a diary, aware that one of them might browse through it were I to leave it lying around as was my bad habit. 

Still, even now, years later, I remember the stranger fondly and hope that by some miracle I might bump into him again and this time, I would make sure things were done properly. 



The Stranger



Part I

Most of the school was empty; deserted: rid of its almost 1000 students it had been forced to shelter for the past six hours. A couple janitors sipped sodas and washed their damp foreheads with pink wash towels while they swept the perpetually dirty floors of Cookatel High School. Almost a half-hour after the last of the detention students had left, Angelica Dabrowska had decided to stay and help Mrs. Shannon, the librarian clean up after the long day. 

It wasn’t that much of a bother for the shy, good-looking Polish teenager. 

She had been friends with Mrs. Shannon ever since she had taught at Angelica’s elementary school. Once she had finished looking for a copy of Romeo and Juliet in vain, she decided to leave. After saying her goodbyes to Mrs. Shannon and wishing her a good weekend, she took the long walk down the hall to the locker rooms to take a quick shower.

She was fine-looking to say the least about her. She had long strawberry blonde hair with some highlights. Sweat had made her t-shirt stick to her chest showing her short, womanly breasts; her shorts showed off her greatest asset: her legs. Polish ones that went on for miles, gold, and well-toned. 

She turned a right and stepped into the locker room letting her hair drop. Walking over to a steamy bench, she sat down and undid her shoelaces. Tugging at the socks practically plastered to her feet, she gasped as she saw another girl in the far right under the shower nozzle. That was odd. She was sure she had to be the last person in this place. She really despised the thought of undressing in front of another girl but it would look somewhat rude if she left after already taking her shoes and socks off. She didn’t see the girl when she walked in; probably because she wouldn’t have recognized her. She was beautiful and Angelica envied her tight womanly figure, her short-curly brown hair and her azure blue eyes. 

The girl didn’t seem to know who Angelica was, or even if she was there at all. Her eyes were closed as she scrubbed her delicious body with the soft, foamy soap all over her thighs and nipples. She seemed to be softly, almost inaudibly humming to herself as she did this, totally transfixed by the soap made her body feel.

Angelica almost felt like she was interrupting something, but she definitely didn’t want to miss this totally mesmerizing person. The girl must have been new or something. She started to walk over to Angelica to get a towel hanging on a large metal pole. Angelica quickly tried to look busy but the only thing that she could reach for was her shorts. Slipping them off her body, she heard the stranger gasp as she saw Angelica there. 

“Oh, I didn’t see you there. I thought the place was empty. Thought I’d take a shower before I left.” 

Damn even her voice was beautiful. It was soft, and gentle. Definitely that of girls sprung from the body of a woman. 

“Uh-huh,” was all she could stutter in weak reply. The stranger walked closer and began to chat with her, naked from head to toe, her hands on her hips, wet pussy clear as her cerulean eyes. She obviously had no qualms about being naked in front of others and Angelica wished she would stop talking to her. It was difficult not to stare at her perfect body; Angelica began to feel weakin the knees. 

Struggling to find something to keep the stranger occupied, she asked lamely, “Are you new at this school.”

The blue-eyed beauty said she was new and that her and her family had moved from Poland. She then went on to talk about the English language and how easy it was. By the time they were done, time had flown by and the girl said she needed to get home. She told Angelica her name was Ewelina Minkos gave Angelica her number and address and told her they should meet up some time. As she wrote the address down, Angelica tried to drop her gaze from Ewelina’s soft brown nipples. When Ewelina was done, she dressed and left the building. Angelica rushed inside the girl’s bathroom, slammed the stall and began to frantically finger her clit, Ewelina’s body in her mind. After a couple minutes she suppressed her moans, had a powerful orgasm, and quickly got her clothes on. 

Outside the locker room, someone else had heard Angelica’s self-pleasuring. Grinning to herself, Ewelina quickly left the school and head for home. 

Part II

When Angelica has gotten home, her mom said Ewelina had called. Angelica had thanked her mom coolly, and then rushed upstairs and called her back. Angelica called and as they talked Angelica didn’t want to hang up; her voice was so beautiful and it made her smile. They decided to hang out at Ewelina's at seven o' clock, which was a in a little over an hour. Angelica hung up the phone and spent the next fifteen minutes making sure her hair looked perfect. She put a fresh shade of lipstick on and smiled at herself in the mirror. She felt so happy and so excited. The reasons frightened and excited her made her thighs tremble warmly and her nipples flutter with pleasurable anticipation.

At 6:45 slammed out of that house and got on her bike, pedaling quickly as the sun started to set and the sky changed colors. When she pulled into the drive, she saw Ewelina sitting on the porch in the tightest pair of black shorts that showed every curve of her slim, toned ass. Angelica's heart skipped a beat and as she saw her, that almost ungodly beauty became fresher in her mind than ever. She had to help herself from not noticeably dropping her jaw.

After she had made herself at home and had been introduced to Ewelina's parents, Ewelina took her upstairs and they watched some T.V. 

Angelica used every chance she had during the show to explore Ewelina's body with her eyes. Her whole midsection ached with incurable longing as she saw Ewelina lazily drop a leg on the floor, making the shorts so her ass that much tighter. Among other things, she noticed her own panties were soaked.

"Angelica?" she asked turning around and smiling once she noticed Angelica had been watching her. “You can spend the night right?” she asked lightly, her melodic voice framing her pretty smile.

“Yup,” gulped-answered Angelica as she tried to remain level-headed. 

“In that case, just watch T.V here. I’m gonna go change into nightclothes; would you like a pair?”

“Huh, uh- no. No, it doesn’t matter,” she replied. Ewelina left the room, giving Angelica time to relax and indistinctly mouth the words over and over again: God I want her, she’s so beautiful, God I want her…

Angelica took time to nosily crawl around her room, under her bed and through her drawers. Not thinking, she pocketed a thong from Ewelina’s top drawer and stuffed it down her pants for later enjoyment when she got home. She took time to scan the rest of the drawers and feel for anything she could grasp under the bed. Nothing but an unopened poster. It didn’t matter. Angelica had what she’d come for and her pussy ached with longing for Ewelina to return. Seconds felt like interminable hours. She came back about five minutes later and Angelica almost broke down and wept.

Her pink satin nightshirt was so short, most of her toned belly showed. Her nightshorts fit so undersized that it was impossible not to notice the lower part of her firm ass and her upper thighs.

Angelica had never felt so much sexual longing ever, and she was ready to jump on Ewelina right there. She reasoned that it something had to happen tonight; she wasn’t going to last the whole night with Ewelina right next to her. Not being able to touch her, hold her, and love her.

After Ewelina had turned the television off, she turned around to look at Angelica, mouth slightly open, eyes lost in nameless Polish beauty. Without a word, she sat down next to Angelica, legs crossed, elbows balanced on her knees. You had to be blind or not even remotely attracted to women, not to see her red, puffy pussy, with tufts of trimmed hair on the top. Angelica made a lousy attempt to make it look as though she was looking at something on the floor, but Ewelina shrugged grinning and touched Angelica’s elbow lovingly smiling at her as if she were Angie’s mother.

“Angelica, do you love me?”

Angelica, silently relieved, closed her eyes, “God yes, Ewelina.” She started to lazily move her hand near her thighs, pulling at her shorts, a determined finger probing for her own throbbing pussy.

“Do you mean it, honey? Say you love me! Scream my name, Angelica, if you love me.”

Angelica screamed like a mindless slave, “God, Ewelina I Love You! Ewelina, you’re the only one. I love you baby. I lo-“

With that, Ewelina put a soft but stern feminine finger to Angie’s lips and whispered, “I love you back.” Ewelina opened her eyes again and pulled Angelica close, and their lips met in distinctive female tenderness. Both of their eyes closed as they both felt the soft virgin honey of each other’s soft womanly lips. 

Ewelina touched Angelica’s back feeling for her bra. 

“My pussy, lover! Touch my pussy, Ewelina. I love you!” Totally lost in senseless pleasure, Angelica’s pussy lips had puffed out more than they ever had and throbbed for contact. Ewelina responded by moving her free hand down to Ewelina’s shorts. She laughed as her fingers immediately became damp, and began to touch the edges of Angie’s pussy teasing her clit and smiling at Angelica’s moaning face as she began to straddle her legs, all the while pumping her fingers in an out of Angelica’s sweet vagina.

Angelica let her head fall back as she opened her mouth laughing when she saw Ewelina grit her teeth as she savagely penetrated Angelica’s pounding virgin slit.

Ewelina watched as Angie’s body rose off the floor, and with a bucking motion shoot juices from her pussy: sweet spasms of sexual satisfaction. It dripped down Ewelina’s fingers and arms. 

Angie collapsed on the ground, masturbating herself as she continued to selflessly moan Ewelina’s name. Ewelina waited until Angie opened her eyes, and then started to lick Angelica’s juices from her fingers and wrists. She then noticeably swallowed and smacked her lips as she took off all her nightclothes and buried her head in Angelica’s thighs. She did some licking of Angelica’s clit and began to moan herself as another shot of Angie’s juices touched her tongue and ran down the side of her cheek.

Angie gripped Ewelina’s head and held it to her pussy. She reached up and released her grip to see Ewelina face to face. Ewelina’s face was dripping with Angie’s juices and Angelica playfully licked it off, licking her ear and caressing Ewelina’s breasts as she did.

Without a word, Angie bent down and began to do the same thing Ewelina had done to her, licking around her slit, Ewelina’s silky pubic hair tickling her nose as she did. Ewelina started to laugh and moan as she felt this beautiful girl start to lick her like a slave.

Ewelina’s fists tightened and her back arched as she moaned like the lesbian she was when she felt the most extreme orgasm she had ever had. Angie ate her out and licked Ewelina’s wet juice as she came over and over and stopped breathlessly on the floor, breasts pumping up and down with her breathing. 

Angelica had collapsed and Ewelina held her close to her breast as they recovered, naked in each other’s arms and drenched in each other’s sweat and love. 



The Stranger



This is a true story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy telling it.

The minute I saw him, I knew I had to have him.

He was gorgeous, dripping with sex appeal. Maybe he had a girlfriend, maybe he was gay, maybe he was saving his virginity for marriage, I didn't care. I wanted him, and I was going to have him.

It was the first day of the fall semester of my junior year. I always want to look good for the first day of a new class just incase I see someone I want to make a good impression for, and today was no exception.

I went to the salon yesterday to get my hair cut and colored. Not really cut, but trimmed. When I wear it straight and down, like today, it reaches the middle of my back. My stylist just took half an inch off the ends to keep it healthy. She also cut some long bangs into it. Long enough to cover my eyes if they weren't pushed to the side.

My hair is naturally dark brown, but you'd never know by looking at me. It's always colored or highlighted, or both. This time, she lightened it so it's almost blonde, then put some red highlights in it. It all combined for a very sexy look in my opinion, just what I was going for.

Since it was such a beautiful day, I wore a lightweight, sleeveless, sundress. Nice and short too. It goes about midway down my thighs. I work hard to stay in good shape, so I don't mind showing some of myself off. I carefully shaved my pussy bald except for a narrow 'landing strip', and put on a black silk bra and panties, and I was ready to go.

I didn't regret any of the work when I saw him. He came into class after I sat down, so I wouldn't be able to sit next to him. Instead, I just stared at him for nearly the entire hour, imagining what I'd do to him.

He had blonde hair, short on the sides and longer on top, but gelled to perfection. Spiky and messy looking. Perfect. His eyes were blue and gorgeous. Even better was his body, at least what I could see of it. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his defined arms and hard chest.

Yum. "I must have him," I thought to myself.

Finally, class ended. No need to beat around the bush. I followed him out the door, and waited a minute till we got out into the open space of campus and no one was within earshot. I walked up next to him.

"You need to fuck me," I said.

He was obviously shocked, not having even noticed me walk up next to him.

The look on his face was priceless. Then he saw me. He looked at my face, paused, and lowered his stare. He looked me up and down, pausing at my breasts, looking at my legs, then back up to my breasts. Then back to my face.

"OK," he said nonchalantly.

"Your place or mine," I asked.

"Mine," he said. "My roommate is going to be out all afternoon."

"Perfect," I grinned. "We're going to need the whole afternoon."

Two minutes later, we were at his door.

He turned the lock, opened the door, and I pushed him in, then closed the door and shoved him against it. I put one hand on his firm chest, and the other behind his head, pulling it to mine. I attacked his mouth with a vengeance.

Our tongues immediately met and intertwined. At the same time, our hands explored each other's bodies with lightning speed. My hand under his shirt feeling his pecs, his hands under my dress, one roughly grabbing my ass, the other deftly unhooking my bra.

We broke out kiss long enough for him to pull my dress over my head and me to just about tear his t-shirt off.

This was going to be no slow love making, it was going to be hard, animalistic fucking and we both knew it.

I undid his belt and dropped his cargo shorts to the floor while he took a handful of my breasts in each hand.

My hand slid inside the band of his boxer shorts and found his raging erection, and it felt damn good. He was bigger than average, probably 7" or so, and nice and thick. He was also smooth and nearly hairless, which I love!

He reached for my panties, but I denied him, dropping to my knees. With one hand on his chest, I pushed him back against the door again. With the other hand, I slipped his boxers over the tent pole and to the floor. He kicked his sandals off and stepped out of the pile of cloths. 

With my hand now under his low hanging ball sack, I dove right in. In one move, I slid his entire 7" in my mouth without flinching, a skill that I've learned through much practice.

He let out a loud moan, followed by some barely understandable mumbling.

"Of fuck," he said. "Jesus Christ that feels good. God damn, you are one fine cock sucker."

My mouth being full of rock hard fuck meat, all I could do was mumble my agreement.

Both of his hands found the sides of my head now. First he ran his fingers through my hair, moving it out of the way so he could watch what I was doing. Then he began to move my head up and down his shaft. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. Soon he was fucking my mouth full speed, all 7" jack hammering in and out with his balls slapping me on the chin. 

I fucking loved every second of it. I couldn't tell him, but from my moans he knew.

After a few minutes of this, I could feel his balls starting to tighten.

"Do you want it in your mouth?" he asked.

"Mmmm hummm," I moaned.

Within seconds he stopped with his pole buried deep in my mouth and I felt hot man juice spraying the back of my throat. It felt like he was never going to stop, and I didn't want him to.

After three or four hard spurts, I slid back so the tip of his cock was just out of my mouth and opened wide so he could see the last few shots hit my tongue. 

When he was done, I milked the last couple of drops and licked him clean.

"Jesus, where'd you learn to do that?" he asked.

"Practice makes perfect," I smiled. "Now it's time to show me what you know."

Before he could say anything, I grabbed his arm, pulled him across the room, and pushed him down on his back on the bed. In his weakened state, he couldn't very well resist, not that he'd want to anyway.

I slid out of my panties and just about jumped on him and straddled his chest. I started crawling my way towards his head.

"Now, I'm going to sit on your face, and you're going to make me scream," I said with a wicked smile.

He didn't even have a chance to answer before I was rubbing my wet pussy into his mouth.

He didn't need any encouragement. His hands were immediately on my hips as he took control of the situation, going right to work licking my lips, slowly separating them with his tongue. 

Within seconds, his tongue was inside me. Damn, I picked a good one today.

"Fuck, if your tongue feels this good, what's that fuck stick of your going to feel like?" I asked.

He probed and prodded and licked, sending shivers up and down my spine. I bucked up and down, nearly suffocating him at times I'm sure.

Then he started to focus on my clit. Licking around it, flicking it with his tongue, nibbling, sucking. My god, it was like heaven.

It didn't take long before I was screaming.

"Of god, fuck, God, don't stop!" I yelled. "I'm almost there. Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

My body convulsed as my first orgasm hit. My soaking wet pussy now quivering and sliding all over his face.

I just sat there for a few seconds before sliding down his chest and collapsing on top of him.

"You're amazing," I said between deep breaths.

"We're not done yet," he laughed.

I slid further down and felt his erection growing underneath me.

"Mmmm... I see that." I said.

I leaned in to kiss him, tasting a combination of my juices and his cum. That taste is an instant turn on for me. 

Without breaking the kiss, I lifted my hips slightly and reached between my legs to find his cock. I gave it a few gentle strokes to make sure he was ready to go, and gently slipped it into my still hot, wet vagina.

I slid down the full length and just sat there for a moment. We both moaned with pleasure.

"The foreplay was great, but this is what I came here for," I said in my sexiest voice.

"You," he answered, "are the amazing one."

With that, he slid his hips back and gave me one long, slow thrust.

"Right, enough talking," I said. "You need to fuck me right now."

He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us both over. With me on my back, he began fucking me like I needed to be fucked. Sliding the full length in and out, slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace. Within no time, out bodies were slapping together and I was screaming again.

He just kept fucking right through my second orgasm. As I planned, swallowing his first load earlier not only tasted great, but also turned him into a fucking machine.

When my first orgasm died down, he dragged me to the edge of the bed. Now, with my ass on the edge, him standing on the floor, and my legs over his shoulders, he went back to pounding my pussy. Jesus, I was getting a lot more than I had ever hoped!

Soon, I was off the bed and bent over the back of his couch. My feet on the floor, bent 90 degrees at the waste, my ass, some would say my best feature, in the air. He slammed his tool home again, harder and harder then before now. With both hands on my hips, he drove deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Grunting with each thrust now, I could tell he was getting close. So was I, again.

"Oh god, fuck me, make me cum again!" I screamed. "Cum for me as I cum!"

Then I felt him gushing inside me. That triggered my third orgasm, much more intense than the first. 

When he finished unloading, he laid forward on top of me, neither of us moving for several minutes.

Finally, we caught our breath and got up. I got dressed, gave him one last kiss and headed for the door.

"I'll see you in class Wednesday," I said. "Oh, and I'm Lisa."

"Nice to meet you Lisa," he laughed. "I'm Matt."

I headed back to my room for a shower and a nice long, well earned nap. 



The Stranger



I am alone in a motel room. I close my eyes and I remember. I'm in bed, asleep, wearing a black bustier and thong-type panties and my red satin kimono over them. The door opens and a strange man enters. Maybe I hear something but I'm so into my dreams I don't pay attention. He comes to me on the bed and ties a blindfold around my eyes. By now I'm awake of course but he whispers to me assuring me he will not hurt me, he just wants to love me.

Who he really is doesn't matter exactly. Maybe he's a secret admirer, maybe he's a student of mine; except that's hard to visualize because I imagine this stranger as being an experienced lover, which I'm almost sure my students aren't.

The man talks softly to me. He instructs me not to touch my blindfold. Maybe he fixes me a drink or opens a bottle of wine. I hear him moving about the room and my anxiety is raw. He touches me and I can feel he is wearing leather gloves. Maybe he lights a j and offers it to me. I can smell him--manly, musky, with a hint of leather and tobacco. My eyes see nothing in the blackness underneath the blindfold, but my sense of smell and of touch is heightened.

The stranger kisses me. I feel his face against mine and taste his foreign lips. I'm trembling because I'm so scared and yet--yet I'm excited too. I try to draw the blindfold past my eyes but he catches my hands gently and firmly. He tells me I can't do that and then he swiftly pulls the red sash from my kimono and ties my hands over my head so I can't pull at the blindfold. I twist and squirm; tied and blinded, I feel exposed and vulnerable. He tells me do I know how beautiful I am and he draws his gloved hand through my hair. By now I know from his gentle touch he will not hurt me and I relax a little. The wine helps too and he pours another for me. He holds it to my lips for me to drink drink drink.

This man; this stranger, he pulls the robe away from my body and lowers the top of the bustier so my breasts swell out and over the rim. Like two grapefruit, my breasts tumble into his hands, the leather cold as he massages them. Squeezing and kneading, my nipples stand out and press into his gloves. I can feel a quickening, a tiny pulse starting to beat deep inside me where my nipples connect by invisible cords to the secret place inside of me.

I moan a little. I am thinking I want him to touch me there. But he does not. I am thinking I need to be telling him to stop. But I do not. Not yet. He kisses me again and again and tells me my breasts are perfect. He knew they would be he says. They are exactly how he has imagined they would look and feel he says as his hands continue stroking and teasing until the inside cords are pulling tighter and the little quickening has become a pounding throb. Now he lowers his head and kisses my breasts, licking the nipples, taking them fully into his mouth and sucking until I am almost screaming with need for him.

But he turns me over and slides me down the bed so my feet are on the floor. I am bent at the waist, flopped over onto the bed, my thong a dark streak down the center of my bottom. He teases circles on my round globes with his gloved hands. The leather feels cold, impersonal and demanding. But the hand inside the glove is knowing and reassuring; its sensitivities slice through the leather and vibrate from his fingertips. I'm thinking I could possibly be feeling his soul through those fingertips, so heightened has my awareness become. Using his thumbs he spreads me wide and looks at me. I am embarrassed. I feel raw and vulnerable and I squirm trying to evade his hands. I can't see what he is doing. I see only blackness so I imagine he is looking at my nakedness, which of course he is. He leans against me and for the first time I feel his body against my own. He is hard and strong and I can smell his scent more intimately. His masculinity complements my womanliness and I feel the power in our sexual contrast. My need for him has become near to desperate. I don't know who he is, but I know I want to be possessed by him, I want him to invade my secret self, to make me surrender. Of course I don't tell him so, but he knows.

Instead, I tell him he must stop right now. Stop it please I say to him but he ignores me. He runs his hands around the curve of my hip and whispers all the while telling me I am soft, so soft, and do I know how sexy I am. He holds me hard against his body rocking against me like a song and I am so hot. I feel my own heat flushing my skin, his gloved hands cool as he strokes and stokes. I feel the breath he exhales on my back and I quiver against my will at the onslaught of sensation he is causing.

He flips me over to my back again, the bustier is tight against my ribs. My hands still tied render me helpless and I whimper for him to stop stop please. But the please draws out longer over my lips and becomes a begging for something more. Hooking his thumbs inside the waistband of the thong he slides it off in one smooth fluid movement.

The stranger straddles me and places one knee between my legs. I can feel my own wetness against him. I'm embarrassed to be so wet because he must surely know how I am wanting him. I can smell myself too, the pungent scent of pussy wafting to my nose embarrasses me even more. But the man, this stranger, he seems to like it because I can hear his own breath has quickened while his hands claim mastership once again over my breasts. He is pinching the nipples lightly and rolling them between his gloved fingers. The leather must be thin because I can feel the strength of his fingers, the leather does not seem to hamper his dexterity.

He moves his knee and spreads my thighs apart with his hands. I lay exposed to him and I know what I must look like. Golden blond hair in a triangular tuft over my mound of Venus; but, between my legs, the clitoris shaved smooth, sleek, naked. He tells me do I know women who shave their pussies are sexy. They are aware of their own sexuality and are comfortable with it he says. I wonder who this man is, how he knows so much.

He lowers his head and I feel his breath crawling over the curls above my thighs. I crave his tongue on me, I am insane with his knowing tantalization. At last he kisses me and licks me and kisses and licks, his tongue like wet silk sucking up my deepest secrets and I can't help myself any longer as I arch to meet his mouth. At last he takes his gloved fingers and opens up my lips. Again, I imagine how I must look to him. Fleshy, swollen, glistening.

I feel his tongue again and I am beside myself. I moan and I twist as he tells me do I know how good I taste I taste so good so good. Like honey in the sun, he says. He thrusts a leathered finger deep inside me and I burst into a thousand shimmering fragments against his palm, against his mouth. I cry out yes as I let go to him and oh yes again and again and he whispers I am a whore because I like it and I agree. I'd agree to anything now. He must know this somehow and tells me again I am his whore. I agree. I'll be his whore if that will promise me this moment for all eternity.

He lets me rest a minute. He lies down on the length on me and gently unties my hands so I can touch him. I smell myself on him and taste my lovers salt on his lips.

Then I feel him pushing hard against me, penetrating me as he drives himself into my deepest secret place and I thrust upward to meet him until our rhythm becomes singular. His hands are in my hair and he is breathing so hard and fast, driven to a frenzy by the song we are singing and I feel his warmth spreading shooting stars inside me. He has filled me so completely and I am drowning in the dizzying knowledge that this is what I was born for, that this surely is the reason for life in the flesh. Nothing else matters.

All my demons have disappeared.



The Stranger



My two girlfriends and I were finally away on our yearly four day shopping spree. We have done this yearly for the past eight years. Always a fantastic trip away together, we shop, we attend the city stage shows and we shop. Though this year would be different, or I was intending for it to be different, We spent Thursday, Friday, Saturday shopping and going to fabulous stage shows, plays, musicals. Sunday was return home day, though plenty to do on the last day as usual, more shopping; I was intending to do more than shop this year.

As we woke on Sunday morning, I had this wonderful feeling of excitement about the morning, the girls where getting ready for shopping. I had other things on my mind. When it was my turn in the bathroom I paid special attention to the areas that I hoped would be explored this morning and double checked that my newly purchased black see-through satin bra looked erotic enough, followed by black suspenders, stockings, matching satin G-string covered by my black, tight, bum hugging, hipster pants, adding my new red jumper, a gold chain, diamond earrings, nothing to flashy, just casually clean. If my girlfriends knew what I had on underneath my clothes, they would have died of shock. I didn't tell them, though I felt like singing as I was so happy, excited and really scared with a million butterflies dancing inside my body.

As we all finished getting ready, I double checked that the condoms and the slut red lipstick were in my bag and so was an extra pair of panties. I was hoping the G-string would be torn of my body later in the day...

We packed our bags while chatting to each other and headed for a light breakfast and returned to the room to take our bags downstairs as we would not need them till we departed for home late this afternoon.

We left the hotel around 9am, still chatting, heading straight for the shopping centre where we broke up and went our separate ways. I shopped or tried to shop but my mind was else where. I kept looking at my watch the minutes seemed to tick in a backwards movement. I ran into a friend from home. Stopped and chatted about our children for half an hour and then we went our separate ways. It was 9:45am... It was time to meet the Stranger.

I walked out of the shopping centre having told the girls earlier that I would miss our lunch together as I wanted to go and get some-thing special for hubby. I made my way to the agreed hotel lobby and walked through into the bar, it was empty except for two older men watching Tennis on the large plasma TV. I was so nervous I could feel myself shake, I stood at the bar and waited for the barman to serve me, I was dying for a strong coffee to help stop the shakes. A rather nice young man came around from the other side of the bar and asked me what I would like to drink, "a coffee please" I said. The barman looked at me and said "I'm sorry but the coffee machine is broken, can I get you some thing else to drink". I was setback on my heels as I wanted a coffee, but regained my senses and asked if I could have a double Tequila lime and lemonade, "I thought, wow this should calm me down".

I paid for the drink and found a nice clean table and sat down with my back against the wall so I could see who entered the room from either door... As I sipped my drink I started to feel uneasy about what I was doing here and started to think of an excuse to leave. But as I was half way through my drink, I started to feel a bit better. The shakes had gone but the nervousness was still there - millions of tiny butterflies enveloped my entire body - and then he was there standing in front of me. He said "Good morning, are you perchance Veronica". I replied "yes". He asked if I would like another drink and I nodded and he turned to go to the bar, he seemed to know what I was drinking. I looked at him while he waited for the drinks. He was tall, well over six feet, a very muscular looking man with a really cute bum, he was very well dressed in a casual manner which made me feel like he had gone to some effort to turn up looking nice.. 

He returned and sat down and said Hello again and raised his glass to mine. Introducing himself as Geoff, he looked at me and said "you're even more beautiful than on the screen" "I had imagined you would be pretty but seeing you this close, you are gorgeous" he said. He relaxed back into the chair and took a mouthful of what looked like water.

I said thankyou and we continued with light chatting for a further fifteen minutes, before he said "I want to fuck you, Now ". "I really would like to fuck you Veronica as my cock is as hard as a rock".

I gently took off one of my Stiletto's, sliding it up his leg onto his manhood and oh God, he was engorged with pure lust. Thankfully the second drink had settled me and I found myself becoming very wet and noticed that my nipples where very erect. My G-string began to disappear between my pussy lips as I looked at him, and said. "And where do you think we can do that Geoff?" He looked at me and said "how about the men's toilet" and he slowly got up and took my hand and led me too the male toilet and into a cubicle. He locked the door and kissed me hard and passionately, we stayed locked in that wonderful kiss for ages before I felt his hand reach under my jumper for my breast. I moaned softly to a mixture of pleasure and lust.

He lifted my jumper & put his head between my breasts and started to lick and kiss me all over my chest and breasts. I stood with my back against the wall of this cubicle. Accepted his kisses, his hands, his smell of sex driving me into an insanely lustful mood, after what seemed ages my hands found his pants, undoing his belt while he was licking my left nipple, I was so wet with lust, my mind racing at the sheer thought that I was standing in a toilet cubicle being fondled in the most passionate way with a man I had meet once on the internet and I had a little orgasm as he reached for my right breast and started to tweak it into an even harder nub. I managed to pull his pants down and found his throbbing cock, it was so thick I could barely get my hand around the shaft; He asked me to pull him with both hands as he continued to lick and suck my nipples, I could feel his pre-cum on my hands. Oh god I was in heaven.

I let out a moan and then had a full orgasm as he bit into my right nipple, I was so fucking randy. 

He stopped and held me while I shuddered with pleasure, kissing my neck gently as I calmed down and then he gently removed my jumper kissing the top half of my body all over as he did so. He then started to lower my hipsters, bending to take then off; he stood, hanging them both behind the door, turning back to me, he let out a sigh of lust. He stood back and just looked at me standing there; his cock seemed to grow larger at the sight of my black G-string, stockings & high heels. 

He moved forward tearing the G-string off in one deft move and dropped to his knee's as he started to kiss my pussy with the expertise I had not known, his hands holding my butt cheeks as his tongue started to flick - caress my wetness as I once more began the climb to another climax, my whole body shook with pleasure, the butterflies now gone replaced with an intense excitement of being here with this unknown man, stuck in a male cubicle, with his tongue licking and flicking between my over excited lips of love. I started to cum, there was no way to muffle my moan of pleasure and I didn't care as I was lost in the moment as his tongue flicked and licked, flicked and licked. I let out a scream of pure unadulterated lust, I could feel my wetness pouring into his mouth, and he stayed where he was lapping my love juices into his mouth, pushing his mouth closer to my mound to catch every last drop on my lust. Oh god it felt so good. 

After a few minutes he stood looking at me, I started to kiss him deeply as he caressed my back, I felt for his penis, holding and stroking it in ever faster strokes, he moved back slightly and said "its time Veronica" lifting me onto his erect pole, I was so wet, my lust for him was overwhelming and he gently slipped the head of his cock into my lustful opening. I was sure I could take the full length of his engorged cock but whispered into his ear to take it slow, he did, with each thrust he entered me deeper and deeper until finally he was fully inside me, and I was in heaven. Again my mind raced at the thought of where I was and with whom I was with, though I didn't care. I was a million miles from home, in a toilet with a strangers cock reaming me and I mean reaming me, his cock was so big that I could feel the veins of his penis against the lining of my wet pussy. I said "Geoff oh Geoff please fuck me harder I want to cum again" as I said that he lifted me higher and preceded to push deeper and deeper into my quaking quim, I could feel my wetness running down my inner thighs and he pumped and pumped and then he started to suck my nipples as he fucked me. 

I was moaning with delight as I started to cum again, but this was no ordinary orgasm... I could feel it welling up at the base of my stomach and travelling through my body to my pussy and all the time Geoff was sucking and fucking me, all of a sudden I exploded with the biggest orgasm in memory and as I did.. I could feel him let himself go and he pumped harder and harder as he shot what must have been the biggest load I have ever had fill my pussy, I could feel his hot spurting jism hitting the top of my cunt as he continued to kiss and lick my nipples, we were silent for a few minutes as we resting from our orgasms. 

He took me off his massive cock and we both stood there kissing for awhile. He moved into a sitting position and pulled me forward and he bent over and started to softly lick the cum that was running down my thighs and then he shot his tongue deep inside me and sucked with all his might and drank from my overfilled cup of love, I was just about to cum again & he must have notice as he stopped and sat back and said "on your knees this needs to be sucked off as well". I did as I was told and knelt on his pants and begun to lick that massive cock back into an erect state; I could taste our mixed cum on his cock, it was a rather salty taste, but not unpleasant, far from it, I loved it, I loved his cock in my mouth, I loved the taste of us. -- He regained his erection after I managed to get all of it in my lustful mouth and proceeded to give him a blowjob, I knew I had to swallow his cum as I couldn't afford to have any on my hair as the girls would know. So I sucked with all the hunger of a slut and finally he came again, and again, buckets loads of cum pumped into my mouth. I was having trouble swallowing it. But he had his hand on the top of my head and kept saying "drink it all Veronica" ...... "don't waste a drop" I gagged a bit, but I continued to swallow all of his cum, I licked it off his shaft till it was spotlessly clean of cum and then I said "Now I want you to fuck me again" "slowly this time" I fluffed his cock into another erection in a matter of minutes and I pushed him back so I could straddle him. Taking his massive cock was no problem this time as I was still dripping with excitement.

As I took the full length of his cock he let out a moan and said "oh Veronica ride me you fucking bitch" and I did, I made him sit still and lent forward so he had a nipple in his mouth and a tit in the other hand. I rode him like a fucking stallion while he played and sucked my tits I was on top and had full power over him and told him that I wanted to cum again, he took his hand off my tits and pushed it around to my bum and stuck a thick finger in my arse and left it there, so as I rode his cock his finger was sliding in and out of my dark hole, I started to get ready for another orgasm but this one seemed even bigger than the last as my whole body stated to shake as I rode his cock and felt his finger sliding in and out with each of my deep strokes; and then there it was the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, I shrieked "oh cum in me Geoff, fill my cunt again" and as I had the most amazing orgasm, he blew his load into me again and again and again until our the combined juices flowed out over him like a waterfall, I was fully spent and lent against him as I tried to recover from the fucking I had just had, I felt sooo good..

We started to clean our selves up and had a few more passionate kisses and we said our goodbyes and he left. I was still in the male toilet washing my face and cleaning my pussy when another male walked in; he just looked at me, smiling with the knowledge that I had just fucked some strange male in here and continued to go to the bathroom, although he kept looking around at me as I was still not fully dressed, standing only in my Black satin bra and Stockings. He stood at the urinal for what seemed ages, and though I wasn't paying to much attention, I heard his voice start to moan as he bent further over the urinal and proceeded to masturbate into the bowl, he missed of course and shot a few large wads of jism onto the side and then the floor of where he was standing, standing there holding the wall he paused, then stood up and re zipped himself up, as he left the toilet he looked at me, saying "thanks" as he walked past me and out the door. 

I continued to clean myself up, removing my slut red lipstick, replacing the torn G-string with the panties in my bag. Once I was satisfied with the way I looked and felt, I looked in the mirror to see my face glowing, I was exhausted, but had that after great sex glow that some how shows and every one you pass can notice it. I started to walk out of this toilet, it was then that I noticed I was walking bandy-legged, wow it was such an amazing fuck I could hardly walk. So I slowly made my way to the first table I could find and sat down, another rush of pleasure overtook my body as I sat and pondered on what I had just done, I felt fantastic; damn that was great fun, & imagined what a dirty little whore I was to fuck, suck & drink cum from a strangers cock. 

Sitting there trying to regain my composure, I looked up to see the masturbating male walking towards me, I had no time to think, I was beyond thinking. He walked up and handed me a large cup of coffee with sugar satchels on the side & a little plate of sandwiches, as he placed them in front of me, he again looked at me as he had in the toilet and just said "Thanks" as he walked off.

I felt so good within myself as this man had not judged me nor had he tried to sit and talk to me, he was just one of those gentlemen that knew what I needed now was a great coffee and time to compose myself before leaving to find my girlfriends, I sat for a further 20 minutes, sipping my coffee - eating the little sandwiches and relaxing. What a fantastic few days shopping, going to musicals, laughing, more shopping, coming here for one of the best fast fucks and being treated as a lady by an unknown gentleman masturbator. 

I walked out and down a few streets before I had full control of my legs, though I could still feel the stranger's penis thrusting inside me, a rather nice feeling, oh hell it was a fantastic feeling. I walked to where we (the two girlfriends) and I were to meet and had time to dash into a shop to purchase some junk that I then stuffed into a nice looking shopping bag as if to give the illusion I had been out shopping instead of being reamed, as I walked out of the shop, I could see my girlfriends walking to our designated end of shopping spree meeting place and walked over to rejoin them, they where so happy with their weekend that didn't ask or notice my glow.

We walked around to the motel to pick up our suitcases from the motel and jumped into a taxi to take us to the bus terminal, where we caught a bus back home, a six hour bus trip, needless to say; I slept all the way home.



The Stranger



It was a hot muggy July afternoon. All I wanted to do was relax and enjoy my 2 days off. I talked to a few friends on the Internet and told them I was going to find a secluded place to relax and take some pictures. I told them I would talk to them later and possibly show them the results of my adventure.

I got a change of clothes, in case I got hot, my camera and something cold to drink. I choose to wear something cool since it was 100 degrees out so I wore a low cut pink shirt that showed off my voluptuous D cup breasts. I had recently purchased a jean mini skirt and it was perfect to allow some nice cool air to blow up to reach the red things I had chosen to wear.

I said my goodbyes at home and told them I did not know when I would get back, but not to worry. I got in my car and just started driving. I ended up at a beautiful place along a road I travel a lot. It was off the road a bit and had a perfect view of the river with lots of trees to offer shade from the heat, very secluded just like I was looking for.

I opened the car door to get a better view of my surroundings, there seemed to be no one around so I could do anything I wanted. Many things went through my mind and I giggled out loud. I dropped my lighter so I had to get out to retrieve it, as I bent over to pick it up a cool breeze came along, it felt so incredible on my smooth shaven pussy through my nearly non-existent under things.

Just then my phone rang. All I could think of was who was bothering me now. I answered and someone uttered "Hi sexy, damn you look good today." I stammered, "who is this?"

He answered, "That is not important right now, is it. But I loved how your tits are bulging out of your pink shirt." 

My mind did cart wheels, how could anyone know what I was wearing, or maybe someone was playing a trick on me. I uttered "How do you know what I am wearing?" I laughed and said "Nice guess, but who is this anyway?" In a stern voice he said " I told you it was not important who I am. But if you think I am guessing, then how do I know when you bent over that I could see your sexy red thong! I've had my eye on you for a long time, I've been dying to fuck you."

I gasped and almost dropped my phone. He knows what I am doing. Oh, god, how long has he been watching me? How long has he been planning this? "Why the fuck are you playing games with me?" I quickly up the phone my heart racing, who could have called me and how did they know what I was wearing? I scanned the area and I still did not see anyone.

My phone rang again. I did not know if I should answer it but it could be important. I decided to answer it just in case. I calmly said hello. That sexy voice was on the other end again. He said " Do not ever hang up on me again, I will leave you unhurt if you obey me." I struggled to utter "Why are you doing this and who are you?" He said "I will be telling you what to do. Do not ask me any questions unless I tell you to answer me, just do as you are ordered to do."

All I could think was to start my car and get the hell out of there. He yelled "Turn the car off and take the keys out of the ignition and place them on the passenger seat." I was startled to finally realize he could see what I was doing, I started to say something and he stopped me. "I told you not to talk unless I gave you permission. I want you to put your phone on speaker so that you have both your hands free", he said.

He commanded me to close my eyes and not to move or say anything no matter what happened. Next thing I knew he was placing a blindfold over my eyes so I could not see who he was. I felt my shirt being lifted over my head and exposing my full breasts except for the tiny straps of the red bra I was wearing. His finger was flicking against my nipple slowly, back and forth, I tried to contain the moan, but it slipped through my clenched teeth. My bra was pushed up, rubbing hard against my erect nipples in the process. My back arched as the contact sent sensations like electric shocks through my nerve endings.

He left for a minute and I thought of trying to run but there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I knew. I always dreamed of being taken like this, just in a playing way. Not many people knew this, could it be someone I knew. I heard him open the hatch of the van. He was moving the seat forward. OMG, what was he going to do to me now?

I felt his hand on my arm. He whispered in my ear "Just do as I tell you and I will not harm you. I can tell by how wet you are that you love this." He laid me back gently in the van. I could feel him get in and approach my face. He bent down to whisper again in my ear. "You got me so damn hard. I know how you love to have your nipples played with, don't you?" With a bit of excitement in my voice I sighed " Uh, yes but..." He cut me off in mid sentence. He took my hand and placed it on his hard cock. His cock was tremendous. It had to be at least 8 inches and thick.

My nipples were so hard and my pussy was aching to be touched at this point. I could feel him blowing air against my nipples. I held my gasp in, and followed the path of his warm breath against my skin. It stopped and I wondered where the next contact would come, I both dreaded and eagerly awaited it. I felt his mouth on my nipple sucking and teasing it with his tongue. He sucked hard on the tip, running it between his teeth and teasing it with quick, hard flicks of his tongue. He made a satisfied noise, his free hand cupping my other breast, squeezing gently, running his thumb over the nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, his thigh pressing ever harder against my pussy. 

I opened my mouth to say something but I felt his finger come to my mouth. He says "SHHHH... I told you not to speak unless told to." I desperately fought not to become aroused, but I couldn't help it. My breasts are really sensitive, and he knew what he was doing, it felt so good. There was a growing, deep throb between my legs, and I couldn't escape it.

He slowly started moving down my body, suck and biting me. His tongue got to the top of my thong, my body quivered at his touch on my skin. My legs were squirming and I wanted to cry out, but I did not dare to disobey him. He slowly took my panties off in a teasing way letting his fingers brush my thighs. I could feel his fingers inching along my skin, creating a wave of goose bumps on my flesh. 

His hands were on my thighs, pushing them further apart, making me shiver. I know I was getting aroused and was shamed by the fact that being handled like this by a strange man was so pleasurable. I should have been fighting and screaming out. 

The tip of his finger teased the skin around my pussy, making me buck in surprise. He seemed to moan as he licked and nipped his way. "Mmm so wet, and no hair at all, good,I like it that way."

His finger slipped easily between my puffy, wet lips. His finger grazed my clit and through my wet pussy. He took my wetness and swirled it around my asshole, flicking his finger in and out. "God, you are so wet", he said.

He slowly ran a finger from my asshole to my pussy, coming to rest on my clit. I tried to close my legs, but his feet are preventing me from doing so. He began to rub my clit, slowly and lightly in a circular motion. He stroked me and then he slowly inserted his finger into my pussy. He started fucking me with his fingers. "You like that, don't you?" he growled as I gasped for breath. "You like feeling my fingers in you, huh? Come on, baby, come for me."

Every muscle in my pussy locked up and I came, screaming. I bucked against his hand and screamed again, my body shaking. "Oh, God, yeah," I heard him whisper seconds before he pulled his fingers away. 

I didn't even have a chance to catch my breath before I felt his hot, wet tongue running up the length of my pussy. Then his hands were pulling my lips apart while his tongue danced on my clit. He started to insert his finger again, in and out of my wet pussy, while his tongue danced in unison with the movements of his finger.

I moaned with every thrust of his finger and flick of his tongue, my excitement grew, until I couldn't hold back any longer, until I came like I have never cum before! He moaned against my pussy, lapping up every drop of cum. His hands gently ran over my breasts, down over my stomach and over my trembling thighs. "You tasted so good".

He slid his body up mine, slowly sliding his tongue along my body, making me shiver in delight. When his tongue finally reached my breast. He flicked his tongue over my hard nipple, delighted in it's hardening response. He took my nipple in his teeth and started to lightly bite it, I began to moan in pleasure. After working on that one for a while, he moved to the other breast, and continued to do the same as before.

"I can tell just by the way you are moving that this is very stimulating. My guess is you are already wishing my cock were as deep inside your pussy as it could possibly go." 

I felt him brush his hard throbbing cock against the inside of my thigh. I arched my body in response, showing him that I wanted it in my hot pussy. He pressed the tip lightly on the entrance, and held it there, teasing me with the feel of it just resting there, when he knew that I wanted it deep inside me. 

He told me to get up on my hands and knees. I knew at this moment he was going to take me from behind. He maneuvered behind me and entered me doggy style. His balls slapped against my clit as he fucked me hard. He groaned as my pussy enveloped him. "God, you are so tight, so wet ..." He pumped away and pulled out, shooting his load all over my ass.

He kept me in the doggy position and started to lick my juicy, wet pussy. I moaned with pleasure as his tongue explored my insides. He used his fingers to massage my clit, as his tongue tasted my juices. He kept up his licking until I reached an orgasm.

He wasn't finished. He had become hard again, while licking me. He plunged his cock back into me. He pumped me for a long time bringing me to orgasm again and again. Catching his breath, he gripped my legs hard and gave a few deeper thrusts. I moaned as my pussy squeezed him, milking him for every last drop of cum. My feet hooked behind his back, pulling him deeper into me. He reached down, hooked his hand behind my neck and pulled me up. I moaned, shivering in pleasure as he kissed me hard, his tongue roamed my mouth.

"How was that?" he whispered, into my ear. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" All I could do was shake my head no. I was just shocked that I had enjoyed it so much.

Thank you," he whispered in my ear. "Don't take off the blindfold until you hear my car leave."

I waited, and then pulled off the blindfold. I looked around, noting it was still dark. I had no idea the time, how long I had been in the van.



The Stranger



It was so damn dark and hot tonight. She really loved living in the city. She wasn't dating now, she didn't have time with the schedule she had. She had a few friends that she kept in contact with and saw once in awhile. She had lived in the city for a few years in her condo. She could afford it being an attorney and all.

She could do anything she wanted and it made no difference to others. She had so many toys for pleasure she didn't mind fucking herself but she really loved it when he came over to play. Oh, she really loved her toys especially the two headed dildo. She liked it in her ass and pussy at the same time. It was even better when he joined her. Having his sweat dripping all over her was something that she really loved. 

She liked to hear herself coming to an orgasm. Feeling the cum running down the inside of her legs was a definite turn on. The greatest though was when he was sucking her juices and then kissing her so she could taste herself. She could cum over and over again in one night if she wanted to. There was one time she must have came 10 times all from his pleasuring. 

She decided to take a shower and then go for a walk down to the coffee shop for something to do. She liked coming back after a walk and getting undressed. She liked being naked and maybe tonight she would be lucky enough to find a one night fuck to bring back with her. As she started walking down Main Street she saw the silhouette of a man across the street. It looked like he was watching her but she couldn't be sure. She kept walking and ran into a few friends, deciding to stop and chat she forgot about the man across the street. 

They all decided to go to the new club on the next side street and do some dancing. She thought maybe she could find Somebody hot to fuck while she was there, male or female made no difference to her. She thought about calling Mick, a guy she had met a few weeks ago that she really liked but decided against it, he would probably be sleeping. She spent some time grinding and bumping with her friends at the club and at 1 o'clock she decided it was time to go home. 

Feeling a bit drunk she said goodbye to her friends and made her way home. She made it to her door still standing and was surprised. Usually she passed out somewhere along the way and her friends would find her. As she got inside the door she sensed that she wasn't alone but dismissed the thought being drunk and all. She went into the bathroom to change and get her two headed friend when she heard something fall to the floor in the other room. She quietly went back into the living room but saw nothing so once again she dismissed the thought. 

She went into her bedroom, turned on the music and began to get ready for a hot night when from behind someone grabbed her. Their left hand was on her mouth and the right hand was making its way down to her hot throbbing pussy. She didn't know what to do but for some reason this person felt familiar. She tried to turn around but they had such a grip on her, they wouldn't let her move. 

The fingers on the right hand began to rub her burning clit and she could hear her own moans now. They decided to trail their hand up to her voluptuous breasts and pinched the nipples so hard she cried out. By this time the left hand had left her mouth and was playing with her asshole. The person told her not to turn around or they would fuck her hard in her ass instead of just fingering her. So she did what she was told to do and stayed put. She thought "That voice sounds very familiar, it's almost like they know me."

The next thing she knew her two headed friend was being shoved In her ass. She decided to go along with it, she had a feeling who it was. She bent forward so the first inch of her two headed friend was up her ass before she knew it. The person started to move the dildo in and out as she moaned like never before. She wasn't sure if it was the fake penis that was turning her on so or the thought of having someone she knew but didn't know fuck her with her own cock. 

She decided to ask the person if she could lay on the bed while they continued because she was getting tired standing this long. The person obviously obliged her and then started to lick her pussy while fucking her ass. She wanted to ask the person what they wanted but couldn't, she was moaning and groaning so by now that she couldn't think straight. All she knew was that it felt terrific and her orgasm was right at its peak. 

As she started to cum the person stopped licking her pussy, flipped her over at the edge of the bed and unzipped their pants. She could hear everything that was going on around her but just couldn't do anything to stop it. She was so overwhelmed now that she couldn't stop if she wanted to and she wasn't even sure she really wanted to. As she was laying there in the dark the person inserted her fake cock in her pussy and started to fuck her in the ass. As they started to rock back and forth she soon caught the rhythm and joined in. 

She could tell the person was coming to a climax so she decided this was her chance and she flipped her body so that the person was caught by surprise and lost their footing. They fell to the floor by tripping over each others feet and she fell on top of them. It was then that she saw the cock that fucked her ass and decided to have a little fun. She went down on the cock and sucked it hard. When she tasted the first few drops of cum, she looked up and saw his face and decided to give him and herself a good time. 

She positioned herself over him and ever so slowly pushed herself down on his tremendous cock. As she lowered herself he finally let out a long breath that he must have been holding for sometime. She started to rock back and forth and could feel his hard cock sliding in and out. She asked him what he was thinking about and he told her that he had watched her earlier and followed her to the club. He saw her dancing with her friends and wanted to fuck her so bad, he let himself in and waited. He knew that she would like what he was doing so he wasn't too worried. 

As they started to cum together he grabbed her huge tits and held on. He started fucking her so hard she didn't think she could take much more. She was starting to get tired and felt like she was being fucked raw. She soon began to fuck him back and when she started to cum he stopped fucking her and knelt down between her legs, pulled them open and started to once again lick her pussy clean. 

He told her that she tasted so good he didn't think he could stop. They decided to do a 69, that way she could take care of him at the same time. She liked sucking cock, it was the best ever to watch their faces while they cum. As she started to stroke his enlarged cock she began to quiver with her own excitement and she juiced him all over his face. After she was finished she gave him a kiss, licked her lips and began to stroke his cock. 

It was so hard, long and large she wondered how she could take so much. She started rolling his balls and licking his cock when he started to moan. She decided it was time for him to cum in her mouth so she went down on him and took the whole shaft. She was a great at giving head and at least that's What she had been told.

As she began to go faster and longer he started to cum. She stopped sucking and started pumping with her hands. She had to use both hands because he was so fucking big. The next thing she knew he was coming and she let it shoot Into her mouth and down her chin while he watched with Glazed eyes

She finished licking all the cum off his cock and told him if he ever wanted to do that again she would be more than willing. She liked the drama and especially liked him fucking her ass. She was so exhausted that she decided to let him stay and they fixed the bed, laid down to go to sleep holding each other. 

Drifting off to sleep, she reached over, gave him a kiss and said "You're still the best daddy." 



The Stranger



"You've dreamt about a man who would show you what you are inside, who would make you feel what you're capable of feeling, because you know there's so much inside, don't you? You know there's so much more..." - dr_mabeuse

*

I knew I was taking a huge risk. To change the game at this late date was to risk ruining a very adequate relationship. But, I knew I deserved more than adequate. I wanted so much more.

I suppose a little background is in order. I am 43 years old, working in an office, I have a "boyfriend" that I see three to four times a week. He is sweet and considerate, he will follow along with most of my ideas for nights out and we have been seeing each other for over a year.

I am bored. God, I am bored.

And herein lies the risk. Tonight, I want to go beyond ordinary. Beyond the usual evening routine. He arrives. We talk about our day. I lean in to kiss him and he follows me to the bedroom. We each turn our backs and remove our clothes and climb into the bed. He rolls over on me. Kisses me a few times until he is hard and then he pushes his cock into my semi-dry pussy. He pumps enough for him to cum and then collapses on me. In a moment, he will tell me how good I am and how much he likes the sex. This varies only occasionally, depending on whether he has been drinking. Then, he gets very brave and actually approaches my pussy with his lips. A few kisses, maybe a lick or two and he proceeds with the regular routine.

Tonight, it will be different, or it will be over. Maybe this is unfair to push him into the something so different so quickly, but I can't wait any longer to see if he has the type of passion that I need to have spent on me.

I dress carefully, very carefully for the evening. I have chosen to wear a black leather bra, black leather garter belt with stockings attached to it, high fuck-me heels and no panties. My hair and make-up are suitably slutty. The scene is set, the costume is on and I only await the second player. He should be here within the hour. I decide to step outside my apartment for a breath of fresh air, to step away from the soon-to-be seduction scene and sooth my nerves. I throw a black trench coat on over my seduction wear and I step outside on the porch. The door slams shut behind me...locking me out.

After a few moments of frantically pushing and pulling on the door, I realize that I am stuck outside. My keys and my cell phone are safely locked on the other side of the door. The apartment office is closed at this point and the parking lot is nearly empty.

I walk around the corner of my building, glancing at apartments... hoping to notice a neighbor that might be home. I knock on a few doors downstairs. No luck. I hesitate to go upstairs. I don't know many of the people in my complex, but desperate situations call for desperate measures. I climb the external set of stairs on the back side of my apartment building. At the top, I turn to the right. I knock, no answer. The only other apartment is to the left. I approach the door and gently knock. The door opens. I see an attractive, older man, maybe mid-fifties. He is a stranger to me.

"Hi. I am so sorry to bother you, but you see, I am locked out. I live downstairs and around the corner. I was trying to find someone at home that would allow me sit for about 45 minutes until my boyfriend gets here with the spare key. My name is Lacey." I tumble all this out in a hurry, hoping the door won't shut in my face.

"Hello. Sure, come in," he says as he opens the door wider.

I walk into a very light, clean living room with the largest television I have ever seen. He catches me looking and smiles.

He gestures for me to sit and offers me a drink.

"I would love one, but if I could impose for one other thing, I would really appreciate using your bathroom," I say with a blush.

"Sure. It is right through the master bedroom door."

I rush into the bathroom and relieve my need, hoping he can't hear me pee. I have always been embarrassed by that... trying to pee quietly is a real art form. I finish, wash my hands and check my make-up. Good god! I forgot that I had on this trashy eye liner and lipstick! He must think I am a prostitute or something.

I leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom. Another tv in here, with a table lamp by the bed offering a soft light. I notice that just inside the door, there is a glass coffee table with art glass objects on it. And also, an array of the most erotic sex toys I have seen outside the sex store across the street from the apartment complex! I am mesmerized by the soft suede whip and crop, the wrist restraints, the nipple clips and assorted dildos and butt plugs. I can't decide whether I am frightened or whether I am excited. I believe it might be both.

"Please, excuse the display," he says. "I have company coming later this evening. We enjoy the toys and I like to have them laid out so I can reach what I want as I need it."

I am so fascinated and so turned on. I look closer at this man standing before me. He is looking at me with a slight smile on his lips, a knowing smile. I see the strength and the humor and the sexiness behind the look. And, I also get a sense of his curiosity about me.

Sometimes, it is easier to be open and forthcoming with complete strangers than it is with people we have known for years. I decide to tell him about my problems in the bedroom and what I have decided to do about it. I think maybe he will understand.

When I finish describing my hopeless sex life, I tell him about the new erotic lingerie I had bought, hoping that it would exite my boyfriend. But, now, I am starting to second guess the whole thing. I tell him that I am wearing it under my coat.

"Take it off," he commands, "Let me see." I untie the belt on my coat. I let the coat fall open and then I slide it off my shoulders and drop it to the floor.

"Ahhh," he says while reaching out to run a fingertip over the leather cup of my bra, "May I?"

I nod and he cups his hand around the breast barely held in the leather harness. One finger runs smoothly over the top of my breast sending a shiver right down my stomach to my clit. I feel the moisture starting to seep from my pussy lips and having no panties to absorb it, it starts to wet my upper thighs.

He moves around behind me. He brushes my hair aside and breathes on my neck and leans in a gives my shoulder a kiss, a lick and then a slight nip with his teeth. He continues to lick and kiss down the center of my back until he reaches the upper curve of my rounded backside. He takes a less than gentle bite of my ass... biting it as though it were a juicy apple. I give a small scream of surprise and he gives my naked cheek a smart swat with his palm.

"Oh, god." I feel the shiver to my toes and back again. He palms my bare ass, squeezing and spreading my cheeks. His finger runs down my crease to my asshole, gently tracing circles around it and then continues to my wet thighs and pussy. He lightly brushes my extended clit with his fingertips then dips two fingers into my dripping pussy. I hold my breath. I can't remember being this excited before. I am practically naked standing in a strange man's bedroom and letting him — to hell with "letting"... I am begging him to touch me.

"Do you even know what it is you want?" he whispers in my ear. "Do you know why you are wet and excited? Do you want me to show you what I do to women that come into my playroom — show you what I do with those toys that you can't take your eyes off of? Do you want me to flog you, clip your nipples, fuck you with my toys and then, and only then, fuck you with this cock?" And saying this, he pulls from his pants an impressively hard, long cock.

"Yes, yes," I say, "I want it all. Please show me, please teach me what I am dying to know, dying to feel. Please fuck me."

He releases the catch on my bra and slides the straps down my arms. He turns me so he can look at my large, erect nipples. He places my bra on the bedside table and goes to the toy table and picks up two clips.

"Have you ever had your nipples clipped?" I shake my head no... I can't really speak. I watch him walk over to me and he takes my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinches... hard. Then twists them until the pain/pleasure makes me gasp and moan. Those nipples are now about a half inch long and hard as pebbles. He takes the clips, and one at a time, he fits the tight clips on the nipples. The weight of the clips tugs my breasts and my nipples slightly downward... the pain is magnificent!

"You will wear them until I tell you to take them off. In fact from this point on, you will only do as I say. You are in no danger and you can say no at any point. But, when you say no, it all stops... no more touching, no fucking. Do you understand?" I look him in the eye and I nod. Strangely, I trust him and I need this so very, very badly.

"Good. Lie down on the bed with your ass on the edge. Spread your legs and let me look at you." he demands. He kneels on the floor. I can no longer see what he is doing, where he is looking. I am open and vulnerable. All I can see when I look down are my tits with the clips on my bright red nipples and my stockinged legs spread wide.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Quiet. No questions. I will tell you as I am about to do something. I will let you imagine how it will feel just moments before I do it. But, you will remain quiet. Or, do I need to put a gag on you?"

"No," I say. "Please..."

"I am going to just barely touch my tongue to your clit... lightly rubbing it. Then, I am going to plunge it into this very wet, very sexy pussy." He proceeds to do exactly that... effectively fucking me with his tongue. I am embarrassed to say that I cum from it almost immediately.

"Ahh, I could taste that," he whispers against my pussy. "And, I understand how bad you needed that. But, from now on, you must hold back... you must not cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I am going to get some more toys. Stay right where you are." He rises up and goes to the table and brings back an assortment of toys. He holds each one up and tells me what it does and where he is going to put it.

"This one is a butt plug," he says, holding up a green bulbous toy. "I am going to put lube on the toy, on your ass and rub it into you, very gently. Then, I am going to ease it into your virgin ass. You are an ass virgin, aren't you?"

"Yes" I gasp. He spreads my cheeks and fingers my hole and leaning into me, he takes his tongue and licks around the hole. I gasp and moan. He grabs the bottle of lube from the side table and squirts a generous amount onto my ass... working it into the interior of my ass with his fingers. He takes the butt plug, runs a bead of lubricant down from the tip and proceeds to push this object into my tight, lubed ass. After a moment of pain, it slides in. And the feeling is one of fullness and completeness... it is very hard to describe. At this point, I am panting and I have tears in my eyes. Dear god, it feels like I have been waiting my whole life for this experience, and I am loving it!

"This is a rather large dildo that I think will do very nicely in that wet pussy of yours. I don't think any lube at all on this one," he says. He pushes that monstrous cock into my pussy, waits a moment to let me adjust to the size and then tells me to take it in hand and to fuck myself with it.

"I want to watch how you do yourself. I want to get a feel for how you like it. Different women like different depths and speed." he says as I start to pump it in and out. I find my rhythm and soon, I am pounding my pussy with this plastic penis. I feel it to my toes. But I especially feel it in my ass because every time it passes the knobs on my butt plug, it ripples a bit. Delicious.

"Ahh. You are fucking that pussy so hard." he says. "I am going to come around the bed and climb up behind you, crawl over you and watch you from this angle. Look up and you can see my cock and balls hanging over your face. Lick them."

I open my mouth and let my tongue run around the back and sides of his freshly shaved balls. I suck one into my mouth, giving a slight pull. I hear his gasp. It feels so wonderful to make him lose just a bit of his control.

"My cock. Take it in your mouth." he demands. I open up wide and he lets a part of the length slide into my mouth. He then pushes it in deep. Too deep and I gag. I can't take all of it and the tears are pouring from my eyes. I want to do this and, again, I try to take more as he pushes deeper.

"Relax your throat and try to take more," he pants. "And keep fucking that pussy. You can't imagine what that looks like from this angle." I am trying to take all of him, but I find myself trying to draw back off of it. It is a reflex. But I have no where to move... my head is pressed into the bed and he is beginning to pump my mouth now. Suddenly, he pushes past my gag reflex and I am taking it to the root... my lips at the base of his cock and closing around him very tightly. He has to pull past this tight band every time he pushes in or out. He is getting larger with every pump and I can feel the build up... and know instinctively that he is going to cum at any second. This excites me so much, that I reach a point that I want to cum, need to cum. My hips are starting to raise and lower uncontrollably.

"Yes." He says... only that and nothing more. He removes the clips from my nipples.

"Mmmmh!" I moan around his cock. The pain is incredible as the blood rushes back into those tortured points and with that, I cum so hard I am seeing stars behind my closed eyelids. And at that moment, he cums... shooting down my throat. More and more. I swallow and swallow, but some of his seed slips from my lips and runs down my chin. He pulls his cock from my slack lips. He collapses to the side of me, with one arm over me.

We wait for a moment or an hour, I couldn't tell at that point. Only that I needed to breath and get the feeling back into my limbs. He finally rises from the bed and removes the toys from my pussy and ass. He leans down and takes my hands in his and pulls me to a sitting position.

"Can you stand?" he asks. I nod and he pulls me to my feet. He nods to a clock beside the bed. It has been almost an hour since I got to his apartment. "Your friend should be here by now."

"Go to him." he instructs. "Don't be afraid to show him what you want, what you need. And if you ever need any more lessons, you know where to find me."

He helps me on with my coat and gently kisses me as he ushers me to the door. I leave and turn at the steps to look back at him, but he has already closed the door.



The Stranger



Just a quick note to explain some things about this submission. This story is a long one, and I'm currently writing the next few pages. So apologies, but there's no sex in this one! I'm using the first couple of pages to build up a bit of tension between the characters. I promise I'll do my utmost to make it worth the wait though. In addition, any constructive feedback will be much appreciated.

Many thanks, and I hope you enjoy my work!

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Entering the dim bar situated on the edge of town, I briefly considered walking back out. It was a single room, dark, dingy, with a low ceiling and a seemingly permanent haze of stale cigarette smoke. Definitely not my kind of place. I'm not a twin set and skirts kind of girl, don't get me wrong. In fact, I was wearing faded black jeans, heavy boots and a white t-shirt. I mentally berated myself for leaving my jacket at home, and feeling like I could use an extra layer of protection from the Neanderthals in here, I glanced to my left. A group of big, rough bikers congregated around a pool table, obviously belonging to the Harleys propped outside the door. With hardly an inch of tattoo - free skin between them, and a lot of hair, I was feeling more than a little scared. Especially when one of them licked his lips lasciviously at me. Extending the middle finger of my left hand towards them, causing them to collapse in raucous laughter, I walked purposefully to the bar, and propped myself on a stool.

Leaning my arms carefully on the edge of the sticky bar, I glanced at the bartender, who was absentmindedly...polishing...a glass with a filthy cloth. Ordering a beer, without the glass, I scanned the right hand side of the bar. Crowded in that end of the long narrow bar were a couple of tables, and a tiny gas fire that looked like it hadn't been updated since the swinging sixties. There was a guy sat at a table by the high grimy windows who caught my attention. From what I could see, he wore a battered leather jacket, and clutched a double whisky in his right hand. His left was dexterously twirling a silver ring around his index finger. 

Averting my attention, I could barely make out my reflection in the dirty promotional mirror behind the shelf of dusty bottles of spirits. Long black hair framed my face, overly large blue eyes and a wide mouth detracting from a face that could have been pretty if it wasn't for that. Lifting the cool bottle to my forehead, I was surprised to find tears brimming in my eyes as my thoughts turned to Tommy. Ah, Tommy. A six foot linebacker, sandy blonde hair, and a body worth dying for. He had been attentive at first, winning me over with a kiss. Then I heard rumours that he had told practically everyone in the town I was crap in bed. And used that to justify cheating on me with Shelly, the buxom blond airhead. As far as I was concerned, they deserved each other.

Feeling eyes on my back, I turned my head slightly. The guy in the jacket seemed to be watching me, but as I turned he looked away. I wasn't in the mood for flirting after being dumped for a skinny cheerleader anyway. But still, I felt the pull of this guy, as if he was sensing me, rather than blatantly checking me out. Returning to my beer, I wallowed in my own misery for a further ten minutes, before the door crashed open, rousing me from my reverie. Three heavily built young men entered the room.

"Well, lookie here boys!" came a loud, booming voice. "A piece of ass, all for us!" 

"Breathe the other way Tommy, your bleaching my hair. Or better still, just stop breathing." I coolly responded, watching his face turn an unflattering shade of red. 

"Fucking bitch!" he spat, grabbing my wrist and yanking me off the barstool causing it to clatter to the scarred hardwood floor.

"Oh just go slit your wrists, it'll lower your blood pressure," I taunted. "And let go of my arm, asshole, I haven't finished my beer."

Tommy turned, as if to drag me out of the bar, his rage visibly boiling, only to find his path blocked by the strange man from the corner. Studying him more closely, I figured he was about five foot eight or nine, just slightly shorter than Tommy. Slightly long, curly black hair and an unshaven face gave him an air of dishevelment, added to the fact he also wore scuffed hiking boots and torn stained jeans to complement the battered, black leather jacket. Leaning around Tommy, he spoke to me.

"Everything alright miss?" he asked, his voice deep and smoky. I noticed his eyes were almost luminous, a bright green, edged with long dark lashes that strangely made him look more masculine than the broad shoulders and aura of danger. Fighting my automatic dismissal, I realised as soon as Tommy got me outside, with two friends, I was up the proverbial estuary with no means of propulsion. 

"Yeah, actually, these guys are leaving. Without me," I said, as I wrenched my arm free. Nodding sharply at me, he returned his disconcerting glare to Tommy. 

"Now why don't you guys just go, before somebody gets hurt? Correction; before you get hurt" the stranger growled.

"Fuck off, weed," Tommy snapped, as his cronies gave false guffaws at his oh - so - withering response. The stranger grasped hold of Tommy's shirt with a quickness that surprised everyone, spun around, and tossed him against the wall by the door with apparently no effort. Sprawled against the wall, he looked up at the stranger furiously, his face now an even more unflattering shade of purple.

"Kill the little fucker!" he screamed. With that, the guy on my left swung his powerful fist, connecting with the stranger's jaw. Staggering slightly, he smoothly head butted the heavy, who was sent crashing to the ground. While they were busy fighting, I sensed my chance to escape. Sidling away towards where I hoped would be a back door, I paused and turned to find the Tommy throwing punches at the stranger, heavy, hard blows, which he either ducked completely or weathered, as if he was holding himself back. I noticed the second guy pulling something from his pocket. A knife! Lunging at the strange guy who was now preoccupied with Tommy, preparing to stab him. I picked up the closest chair and hurled it at him. Bouncing wildly, it caught the back of his knees and he hit the deck, but not before stumbling into strange guy and nicking the side of his neck. With blood now pouring out of the cut on his neck, he turned and savagely kicked the guy in the nose, breaking it with a disgusting crunch. Picking up my bar stool, I whacked Tommy across the head with it, before grabbing my rescuers' hand and pulling him out the door. Running across the parking lot, I unlocked my dusty black pickup truck and practically threw him into the passenger seat. Dancing around the empty load bed, I dived in the driver's seat and started the engine. 

"So, where to?" I gasped, a little out of breath from our sprint across the lot. My passenger just shrugged. 

"Don't have anywhere to go, Miss," he drawled in a sexy southern accent. "But we better get moving, the cops are on their way, and I'd sure like not to get locked up for this." I strained my ears, and sure enough could hear the faint strains of the police sirens.

Gunning the engine, I peeled out of the parking lot in a spray of gravel. Driving aimlessly, I wondered what to do with my new friend. Speaking of which...

"What's your name? I'm Lilian. My friends call me Lily." He looked a bit confused. 

"Kurt" he eventually answered.

"Well, Kurt, how about we get you to an emergency room, and take it from there?"

"No!" he snapped, "I just need to wash it, that's all." Reeling a bit from the sharp tone of voice, I started to head back to my place. I couldn't exactly leave him on the street, bleeding and hurt, could I? No, I couldn't. But there was something strange, almost wild about him. 

"Ok, how about this. We go back to mine, clean you up, and you can sleep on the sofa", I proposed. Thinking hard about what I'd just said, he nodded slowly.

Driving to my place took us another twenty minutes, all of it in silence, through some small farm lanes, before I pulled up at my house. It was a tiny cottage situated at the end of a lane, a low rough stone wall bordering the property, rescuing it from the encroaching forest. I saw a hint of a smile curve Kurt's full lips before he winced at the pain in his ribs as he eased out of the truck. Wondering if this had been such a good idea, I started up the short concrete path to my door. Unlocking the little red wooden door, I stepped inside. The cool air hit us instantly, the benefit of having stone floors. The door opened directly into one room, a small couch and television in one corner, and a desk, chair and two bookshelves crammed in the other. The other half of the room was taken up with a tiny galley kitchen and small table and single chair. 

I stepped over to the kitchen and grabbed my first aid kit and a bowl of warm water. Adding a few drops of disinfectant to the bowl, I motioned Kurt to sit on the couch. As I stood there waiting, he just looked at me with those sparkling green eyes.

"You're going to have to take your t - shirt off, Kurt," I said. "I can't clean your wound like this."

Standing, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of the couch. Raising his arms above his head, he yanked off his shirt; now bloodstained, wincing as he did so. I just gaped at him in what was probably a very unbecoming manner. He was a god! Broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, his hipbones showing above his jeans that were riding low. A thin trail of black curly hair ran from his bellybutton, heading south below his waistband. Defined abdominal muscles rose above this, and as I dragged my gaze up to his chest, which was crossed with scars, as if he had been gouged by something a while ago. Seeing the blood smeared across one side of his chest, I remembered why he was half-naked in my house in the first place. 

Dipping a cloth into the water, I gently began to bathe his wound. He snarled at me, a sound deep in his throat and yanked away as the disinfectant stung his cut. I grabbed his arm to hold him still, pulling him closer to me as we sat side by side on the sofa. Engrossed with cleaning the wound, I finished the cleaning, and thankfully, it was only deep enough to warrant a gauze dressing. Once I had finished sticking the dressing on, I used the cloth to wash away the rest of the blood staining his incredible chest. I absentmindedly traced his scars with my fingertips. Most were three or four parallel stripes, similar to a cat scratch, but deep and much bigger, as if not an ordinary house cat, but a tiger. 

"How did you get these?" I asked, my voice sounding throaty, as if I had just woken up. Not surprising, since I realised his hand was on my knee, fingers tracing small patterns on my denim - clad leg. Electricity shot up my leg, making me gasp. I noticed I was sat sideways on the couch, my right knee drawn up horizontally between us, my left foot on the floor. That was the knee he had his hand on, and I could feel the heat of his skin burning mine.



The Stranger



Another wasted night on the pull. The deafening drones of shit music washed over her body, cocooning her spirit from every other person around her. Make-up worse for wear and bored of watching her straw circle the circumference of her rum and coke, she stood up, shoulders back and walked to the exit, dignified, as not to give the impression that her night was anything other than successful. She could feel her heels sticking to the floor as she snaked her way through the gyrating crowd. Even in their inebriated stupor it felt as if they were mocking her. The stench of bracing hormones and sweat hung low in the crowded bar, almost suffocating her as she continued her quest for the door. There it was. E.X.I.T. Posture waning and spirit spiralling into oblivion she turned her back to the exit to scan the room one last time, almost in confirmation of a wasted evening. 

She slipped into her scarlet jacket, ran her delicate fingers along the nape of her neck and released a shock of chocolate hair from her collar. It was over. She turned around to make for the ecstasy of the cool night air and stopped, dead. Her body surged with electricity, she was mesmerised, paralysed. Who was he? Why was he staring back at her? She studied his strong, masculine face, her eyes being the only part of her body that was mobile. They raced along his chest and down his stomach, over his groin and down his legs surveying every contour beneath his clothes. Although just a few mere seconds had passed it was like an ocean of time. Her cocoon had split. Finally able to access the muscles in her legs she tentatively stepped towards him, his burning coal eyes still clasped on her elegant alabaster face. With every foreboding step he continued to stare, undressing her curvaceous body with his penetrative gaze. Before she had the chance to speak he offered his hand, palm facing upwards as their eyes focused upon one another. Words were irrelevant. There was nothing to be said. As she slipped her hand into his, she felt his fingers separate hers and slide between them like a lover between his partner's legs.

They left. Excitement and passion roared loudly in her ears, louder than any of the shit music she had been destroyed by that night. She knew where they were going but neither one of them said anything. What would have been the point? The silence between them was deafening, they knew what was going to happen, they knew each other. Their hands were sweating as they turned into a residential street. Elgin Place. What did it matter? They entered a tall block of flats and hastily ascended the staircase to the second floor. He removed a set of keys from his back pocket and forced them into the door of his flat, 8B. He flung the door open and stepped in, heart pounding, mind racing. 

They looked at one another, desperate to know each other underneath their clothes. He made the first move. Slipping his hands under the weight of her jacket, he pushed her shoulders back and watched it fall to the floor. His hands were curious and slowly brushed the front of her white cotton shirt, almost fascinated by the contrast of his olive skin. She allowed his hands to run over her breasts, his eyes following every movement. They slipped into the waist of her black pencil skirt and blindly discovered the bottom of her shirt. He pulled. He was becoming hungry to smell and taste her skin as he unbuttoned her shirt, bottom to top. She trembled with desire as his dominating hands caressed her. He stood in awe of her ivory skin, nipped waist and long tousled hair. 

It was her turn, but after watching him mentally then physically undress her she was hasty and less professional in her approach. She ripped off his shirt, tearing at least two buttons in the unskilled process and pressed her half naked aching body against his as her hand instinctively grazed her favourite area below his stomach. She felt him, all of him. As she unzipped her skirt and pushed it to the floor he felt a familiar tightening in his jeans and desperately wanted her to release him. She unclasped her bra and he watched with relish as it fell from her body. Her heavy round breasts stood proudly atop her ribcage, nipples pink and erect. She unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, away from his stomach, towards his ankles and let her lips mimic the same journey. 

There was no uncertainty now. They were the only two people on the planet. Nothing existed, time, language, life, death, nothing...except them. He lunged forward, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other around her back allowing his fingers to get lost in her hair and hold her in place. Although they were lost in a kiss their lips fought to get closer, deeper, as their passion turned into a sexual, animal frenzy. Lips still struggling to know everything about one another, they clumsily made their way to his bedroom. He slammed the door. 

His erection was aching to feel her hot, wet pussy but he wanted to fully explore her body. Every curve, every freckle. She felt her moistness on the inside of her thighs and watched in fascination as he ushered her slowly on to his bed. He knelt between her legs as her hands, without thought, guided his lips towards her breasts. They were hot and alive with desire and she could not contain her satisfaction when they wrapped around her nipples and sucked, making them wet and tender. His hands pulled her towards him, forcing her back to arch and inner thighs to touch his chest. He felt her wetness. It was hot and real, her desire for him. He pushed her whole body back and opened her legs allowing his skilled tongue to play. He separated her hot skin and let his lips passionately kiss her flesh. Her clitoris was swollen with anticipation and she moaned as he took it between his lips. She tasted like sex and excitement as he began to penetrate her with his fingers. He explored her inner sanctuary whilst eagerly trying to satisfy his insatiable appetite. Her breathing quickened and her diaphragm was wrenching up and down as she watched with fascination, the stranger between her legs. She sat up and pushed his shoulders back, instructing him to stand up. She encouraged him back a little from the bed, allowing her hands to linger on his stomach as she slithered off the bed like a predacious serpent. 

She composed herself as she knelt before him, unable to shake the image of him nourishing himself between her legs. Staring up at him, she allowed his burning gaze to plunge deep into her soul as her fingers caressed his inner thighs. She set them free to explore the twisted knots of flesh behind his scrotum. His throbbing member encouraged her forward and he melted with satisfaction as her warm moist lips enveloped him. She felt his desperation. Mesmerised, he watched his cock disappear into her mouth, hot and lambent as his length vanished down her throat. His skin was like amaretto, sweet, fiery and insistent about being consumed. She drew up, away from the base of his penis with relish, feeling every inch of him, sucking hard and slow. 

He could feel his orgasm building, burning, waiting. His breathing quickened as her tactful tongue circled him and her motions sped up in painful anticipation for his climax. She felt him continue to harden in her mouth, his cock slick with her saliva. She allowed her tongue to flicker under his shaft before grabbing his hips and pulling him deep into her throat. After holding him firmly in place for a moment, she reluctantly permitted him to slide out from between her intense red lips. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her once more onto his waiting bed.

The sheets were cool against her back and she felt herself stick a little against them. He lowered himself onto her pelvis and her legs wrapped around his dominating hips like poison ivy. Her hand wandered across his strong shoulders and traced every muscle, curve and fissure in his proud sinewy back. She felt the electricity beneath the surface of his skin, alive and racing with passion as his hands blindly followed the curves of her waist. He teased her, resting himself against her tight opening. She was dripping and anxious. He permitted a fraction of his length to slip inside her, she squeezed tightly almost in fear of him exiting. She could feel every ridge of him, hard like oak and disappearing into her like a sword into its sheath. He belonged there, inside her.

His sweat was welcomed on her breasts, they were still raw from the memory of his lips. He thrust himself harder inside her causing her to moan in painful ecstasy. She could feel his cock underneath her clitoris, stroking it as his thrusts became violent. Her nails tore down his back like a puma upon her prey and he reciprocated by sinking his hard teeth into her shoulder. Her soft ivory skin gave way to the pressure of his bite and her body convulsed with pleasure. Her orgasm was close. She could feel it intensifying deep inside with every thrust. His hands strayed towards her pelvis and he pulled it towards him as he kneeled before her. They watched, together, as he pulled her onto his penis. Her fingers drew invisibly across her nipples and down her glistening stomach towards her pussy. She slipped one finger inside her hot moist lips and he watched in fascination as she circled her clitoris. Pushing it, circling it, rubbing it between her fingertips. Her legs tensed as she prepared to come. He could feel her tightening around his cock, ready to devour him. Her chest was heaving and her nipples stood fully erect as he fucked her, harder, deeper, faster. He pushed her legs apart and she once again wrapped them around his back, further up this time though, so his penetration would go deeper inside her than anyone could or had ever been. 

Watching her face as she prepared to climax made him melt. His muscles burned with energy. Her lips were ajar and her expression composed ecstasy, pain and confusion. She wanted to keep her eyes open to drink in their sex, to watch every moment of their bodies acting as one, but she couldn't. A high pitched moan escaped her lips as her orgasm burned inside her, down her legs, paralysing her as it intensified. He could feel her muscles spasm as her come discharged and melted over him. He couldn't wait for her climax to end so took hold of her ankles and placed one on either of his shoulders. He lent forward and sank entirely into her, causing her beautiful pain and began fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. He lent on the wall in front of him for support. Seeing her glistening body bent double beneath him gave him a surge of sexual aggression as he thrust deep into her submissive body. He watched her face. She was in pain and he loved it. Knowing that in that moment she was his and only his, he exploded intensely between the lips of her throbbing pussy. Every ridge of his penis slid in sync with his orgasm, emptying himself, his soul into her, feeding her hunger for his most sacred possession. 

Their limbs were tangled and shaking as they poured into each other, ribcages heaving and sweating bodies writhing beneath the sticky air. Their bodies spoke, they understood the rhythm of the other. His ejaculations ceased and he collapsed into her warm tousled hair. Her ankles journeyed across his back, finding each other somewhere near the base of spine and locked together. They had destroyed everything. They were all that was left in a mass of chaos. He pushed himself up, out of the curvature of her delicate shoulder and looked at her. She looked complete, a galaxy away from how she had looked before. His lips gravitated towards hers without thought or understanding. Their lips met in post-coital confusion. Her spasms had stopped now and he drew himself out of her and lifted himself away from the grasp of her legs. They both understood that it was over. 

She felt the sheets peel away from her back as she lifted herself away from their canvas. He watched as she slipped her moist knickers up past her knees and secured them in place below her round feminine hips. She felt a little unease being prisoner of his stare as she got dressed. She did not want to be anything other than naked with him, clothes were immaterial and unnatural to them. She stood up, leaving a shallow indentation of her body, proof that she had been there, proof that they had fucked. She breezed past his naked body, his penetrative stare without looking back. He smelt her skin, her hair, their sex. She left. As she descended, her heels catching and echoing through the vastness of the building, she once again anticipated the cool air. It was early morning and she stepped into the freshness of reality. It was overwhelming. She had lived a thousand years in his bedroom, consumed him and let him shatter all that she knew. Composing herself and fastening the steely grey buttons on her blood red coat, she reluctantly walked away from Elgin Place, detached her mind from its body and allowed it to linger in the memory of perfection.



The Stranger



Gerry Grimes sat alone in the 'Lamb and Eagle' public house, his only company a double whisky. He had already downed several that night, his intention was to get very drunk. 

Tonight was a sort of celebration, it was now his 18th month of unemployment, a year and a half of futile job hunting. Every vacancy he attended he received the same replies, 'You don't have the qualifications, you don't have the job experience.' A vicious circle. 

Gerry Grimes was a Skinhead, somehow wearing the boots and the braces with the close cropped hair made him feel important, different, a somebody. 

People noticed him in the street. He saw fear in their eyes, hate and even respect. Good or bad it made him feel that he actually existed, not just another anonymous face on those grey and depressing streets. 

Over the months, without work, strong feelings had built up within him. Feelings of resentment, of uselessness, of being left on the scrapheap, one of societies forgotten. 

He genuinely yearned for work yet society had deemed it fit to ignore him. His feelings of inadequacy had changed to bitterness and from bitterness to violent aggression. If society turned his back on him then he would become apart from society. 

His Skinhead identity was his emblem of resentment. Resentment for everything he had originally wanted to become part of and now, everything he despised. 

Gerry Grimes was in a foul and aggressive mood and the alcohol that he had swallowed only fanned the flames of violence even more. 

With a stomach full of whisky and a head full of hate he left the pub. He wanted action, aggro, a fight! Some way to let out the frustrations and the anger that had built up over the months. 

The best way to become involved in a fight he reasoned, was to start one. This he had every intention of doing. 

It was Sunday night and there were few people about the streets but then to Gerry's delight a lone figure appeared, walking towards him. 

It was a man of average height and slim build, the light from the street lamp showed him to have long dark hair and an even darker beard. Gerry could not believe his luck, a hippie! 

'Get your hair cut, prick!' he hissed. The man ignored him and carried on walking. 

'Oi, scumbag! I said get your hair cut, you muggy cunt!' 

Gerry stepped in front of the man's path, he looked into his face, his deep brown eyes. They were the softest, kindest eyes he had ever seen. 

The gentle power behind those eyes frightened and confused Gerry, he saw no fear there. 

He threw the man to the ground and from his boot he removed a vicious looking flick knife. 

He advanced towards the unresisting man and slashed at his arm, as he did he slipped and fell, the point of his own evil blade penetrating his stomach. 

He could feel his lifeblood leaving him, he was terrified. 

The long haired man regained his feet, 'Don't worry' he said, 'I'll ring for an ambulance, you'll be alright.' 

Gerry Grimes could see a hazy, shadowy figure walk towards a phone box, then he passed out. 

*

He awoke to the smell of disinfectant and busy noises. 

'You were lucky,' said a voice, 'If it hadn't had been for an anonymous caller, you would be dead. But it's okay, the operation was a success.' 

It was the surgeon, 'How did it happen?' he asked. 

'I was cleaning it and slipped.' Gerry replied. 

'I've heard that before,' said the surgeon, 'Still, if you don't want to press charges that's up to you. I'm only here to patch you up, not to advise the law.' 

The surgeon left the room. Gerry Grimes needed rest, he had lost a lot of blood. 

He was alone in the room and tired, very tired. He fell into a half sleep, was just about to drop off, when he heard the door quietly open. 

He looked up. It was the long haired stranger. Gerry was frightened, had he come for revenge? 

'Why did you want to hurt me?' the voice was calm and gentle. 

Gerry felt it difficult to speak, 'I don't know, I felt so angry, I just wanted to lash out.' 

'Never mind,' he said, touching Gerry's hand, 'the anger will pass.' 

He looked deep into Gerry's eyes. Gerry felt a sadness and a shame that he had tried to harm such a gentle and kind human being. 

'Does your wound hurt?' he asked. 

'Yes,' replied Gerry, 'it hurts a lot.' 

The bearded man moved his hand gently across the bandage on Gerry's stomach, immediately the pain ceased. 

'With the pain I hope the anger will depart too.' He smiled at Gerry with those gentle, brown eyes. 

Gerry felt a tear trickle down his face, a tear of confusion and a tear of shame. 

Even though he had tried to harm this man, still he had shown him compassion. 

When his eyes had cleared of tears he looked around the room but the man had gone. 

*

'Time to change your bandages.' said the nurse as she briskly entered the room. 

She began to cut at the white cloth with a pair of scissors. 

'What! I don't believe it! What has happened here? The wound has gone, it has completely healed!' 

Gerry sat up in his bed. 'I know you won't believe me but I received this wound by trying to stab another man. I slipped and fell on my own knife. It was the man who phoned you, a few minutes ago he came back, he touched my stomach and the pain stopped.' 

'Who was the man?' implored the nurse, a look of incredulity on her face. 

'I don't know but I'll never forget his eyes, so kind, gentle and how he forgave me for the harm I tried to do him.' 

'What did he looked like?' urged the nurse. 

'He had long dark hair, a beard and soft brown eyes.' 

'Anything else?' enquired the nurse. 

'Yes,' replied Gerry, 'I noticed he was wearing sandals and on his feet and hands were large, deep scars, it almost looked as if somebody had driven large nails through them.' 

With a clatter, the scissors fell from the nurses hand.



The Stranger



The package arrived at work on Friday, just a padded envelope labeled, "Annalisa Johannsen, Personal and Confidential," and the address of her company. Whoever had sent it, they had left no return address at all. The mail carrier gave her a bit of a curious look, but all she could do was shrug helplessly in response.

At lunch, she took the envelope off to a quiet portion of the cafeteria and opened it. It turned out to contain a CD-ROM and a note. The note was printed on a computer, not hand-written, so the identity of the sender remained as mysterious as ever. It just said, "You need to know. Watch me alone. A friend."

Need to know? Need to know what?

*****

Annalisa made it through the rest of the day without thinking about the disc too much, but that didn't mean she was any less glad to be able to get out the door and drive home. She always made it home an hour or so before Sam, and she took that time to head to the upstairs "office", slip the disc into the DVD-ROM drive, and open it up.

The disc only contained one file, a video clip. Wondering what all the trouble was about, Annalisa opened it.

It turned out to be some sort of low-budget fetish pornography. The room had been draped with black cloth to give it a "dungeon" feel. Annalisa shifted in her chair. She'd never been comfortable with pornography, even the relatively tame things Sam was interested in. This looked to be several orders of magnitude worse, the sort of thing she'd heard of but never seen. The woman in the video was kneeling in front of the camera, dressed in some sort of...outfit...was that rubber? Annalisa shuddered. Who the hell would send her something like this?

Then a second person walked in front of the camera. He said something, but Annalisa didn't even listen. She just stared, open-mouthed, at her husband's naked body.

She didn't believe it. She couldn't believe it. Sam didn't, wouldn't, couldn't, didn't! But the woman on the screen crawled over to him. Annalisa couldn't tell much about her; the rubber covered her from head to toe, with the exception of a few body parts that just made Annalisa's mouth set in a firm line as she continued to watch. Maybe this was a prank. Maybe Sam was going to stop her, turn to the camera, and say, "You know I love you too much to do this, honey!"

No, she was sucking on his...oh God. Annalisa closed the window and sat there for a long moment. She looked at the house around her, at a life that had suddenly become thin and brittle like ice on the surface of the water. She'd gone through the ice now, into black waters of betrayal and uncertainty, and...and she didn't know what to do next. Did she stop loving Sam? Should she leave? Confront him? Deny it? Did she need to pack? Who was the other woman? Was it just the once? How many women were there? Was she sure it was Sam? Did she need a lawyer?

The emotions just seemed to pile onto her, fighting each other for supremacy until all that Annalisa felt was a numb sensation. After what felt like hours, she heard Sam's car pull into the driveway, and she ejected the disc and slipped it back into the envelope.

It was just too much to handle right now. Sam didn't have to know she knew. Not yet.

*****

She'd surprised herself with her ability to act naturally. She'd kissed Sam on the cheek, they'd had dinner and talked about their day, and she somehow didn't include, "I found out you were making pornographic videos" in her recap of events. They'd watched a little TV, cuddled a little, and fallen asleep just like normal.

Except for she hadn't slept. She just lay there, wide awake. Was this her fault? She kept coming back to that one. She knew her sex drive wasn't exactly high, but Sam had never said a word of complaint. Maybe this was why. Maybe he was satisfying himself elsewhere with the urges she knew she could never bring herself to gratify. Maybe this was only fair. She got her wonderful, loving husband, who gave her everything she wanted and made her happy, and he found some...pervert...to help him deal with his sexual issues. Maybe she could just turn a blind eye to it all, let the whole thing work itself out.

An hour later, she was upstairs in the office, watching the video.

She huddled in the chair, hugging her own knees, as the woman in black sucked her husband's...sucked her husband. She had the sound low, but she could still hear him saying, "Good job, slave. You know you love to please your master, don't you?"

The woman in black didn't answer, unless "bobbing her head up and down faster" was an answer. But Sam kept talking to her, telling her what a good...oh, God, she'd never even heard him use that word! Then he told her to stop, and just like that, she did. He told her to turn around, and, and...the fact that he said, "Spread your legs like the slut you are," that didn't bother Annalisa. Obviously, whoever this woman was, 'slut' was an apt description of her. What bothered Annalisa was the moan of pleasure the woman gave when he said it. She seemed...happy.

Annalisa reached for the mouse again when the two of them started...making love...but stopped herself. She needed to find out everything. Her own husband had suddenly become a total stranger to her, and she needed to learn everything she could about this new man before she decided whether or not she could live with him.

Sam pulled out of the woman's...out of the woman, and said, "Get down on your hands and knees." The woman did so, and Sam grabbed her hips and--and, oh, no, he wasn't putting it...he was. She'd touched that, and he'd been putting it up some woman's...into her...oh, God. Suddenly, she realized she also needed to know who this woman was. Sam wasn't using protection in the video. From a woman like this, who knows what kinds of diseases he could have contracted? She needed to have herself tested, she needed to...to what? Follow Sam around? It'd never work. She needed to hire a private detective. Which meant she needed an excuse to leave the house. Which meant that while she was gone, Sam could be...could be...she watched again as he grunted in animal ecstasy while the woman underneath him did the same. She'd never even imagined a woman could enjoy...that...but this woman made it look like the best thing ever.

Annalisa wanted to cry, but no tears came.

*****

"You look like hell, Lis." Sue ushered her into the apartment, and began to make tea.

"I feel worse." Annalisa sat down on the couch and hugged herself. "I've just been to a detective's office, Sue. I...I think Sam may be cheating on me."

Sue walked back in as the water began to boil. "Sam? Don't be silly. The Rock of Gibraltar is less likely to cheat than that man of yours, and it probably has more sexual urges. What would possibly make you think he was cheating on you?"

Annalisa pulled the padded envelope from her purse. "Someone sent me this." Sue reached for it, but Annalisa pulled it away. "You can't watch it," she said, the hysteria in her voice frightening her a little. "I don't want..." she took a deep breath. "I don't want you seeing it." Good. That sounded calmer. "But it's video footage of Sam. With another woman."

Sue's lips tightened into a thin line. "I see," she said disapprovingly. Sue had never married, claiming a disbelief in the validity of the institution, but she obviously felt anger on her best friend's behalf. "Who's the other woman?"

"I don't know. The detective is going to find that out. Then I'll have to...to...oh, Sue, what am I going to do?" She hugged her friend tightly, and then the tears came, great big flooding torrents of them. She sobbed into Sue's shoulders until the whistle of the teakettle brought her back to herself, and spent a few moments rubbing her eyes with a tissue until Sue came back in with the tea.

"It's cruel of him, Lis," Sue said. "That's all it is, cruel."

Annalisa shook her head. "No. He's just...men have urges, Sue. They can't always control themselves."

Sue rolled her eyes, then looked at Annalisa and the expression on her face and stopped. "Lis...not to change the subject, but have you ever thought of seeing a therapist?"

"I don't need a therapist. I'm fine." She looked down at the envelope. "Until yesterday, I was fine."

Sue just shook her head and sipped her tea. "Cruel," she muttered to herself.

*****

The next two weeks were deceptively normal for Annalisa. She went to work every day, she visited the doctor on Tuesday and got a clean bill of health on Thursday, she came home and snuggled with Sam as though nothing had happened--they even made love, a few days before the results came back from the detective. Sue came over the weekend after they'd talked at her apartment, and didn't even mention what she knew about Sam. (That had taken quite a bit of pleading on Annalisa's part, though. Sue seemed like she'd calmed down since they first talked, but she was still very unhappy about the whole situation.) Annalisa felt like she was an actress playing a part in a play, the Happy Wife. Did Sam feel like he was playing the Happy Husband? Did he secretly dream of a starring role in a pornographic movie? Could she ever make him happy the way the woman in black did? Was it worth it to try?

That Friday, the mail carrier brought her another envelope, this one from the detective agency. She opened it up, and found a disappointingly small amount of information. Records of Sam's movements for the last two weeks, which consisted of trips home, to work, to the grocery store, and a stop at Sears to pick up a pair of slacks. The photos of the "other woman" consisted of nothing more than Sue's visit to their house on Saturday. The only other thing in the envelope was the name of a website, "hypnomania.com", which was where the clip had supposedly come from.

When she got home, Annalisa brought up the site. The entrance banner claimed that it featured "hypnotized sluts", and described graphic sexual activities they performed, but Annalisa entered it anyway. It had dozens of video clips, going back almost five years. Her husband was in all of them, sometimes with one woman, sometimes with two. She scrolled through the thumbnails, not even daring to look at one, but one caught her eye anyway.

It was recent, just added a few days ago. It featured her husband, two of the faceless women in black rubber, and the notes on it said...

She clicked on it. A few minutes of downloading later, she was watching the two women rub each other's bodies while her husband watched. She didn't even understand it. She'd been with them the whole time. They couldn't have...she didn't understand. It felt like there were holes in her world, and they were getting bigger. She didn't want to fall into one.

She heard Sam's car pull in, and her fear resolved itself into anger. She stormed downstairs as he walked into the room with Sue. With Sue. She looked at them both.

"My best friend," she said. "My best friend, in my own house! I...who was it, Sam? Don't bother trying to deny it, because I know it happened!" She was crying now and she knew it, she could feel hot, angry tears streaming down her cheeks, but she couldn't stop now. "You wrote it yourself, on that stupid website of yours! 'This came from a little party I had over the weekend', that's what you wrote! I don't know how you did it, when you two snuck off to have your little fit of depraved sex, but you can't deny it! So who was it, Sam? Who was the other woman?"

The expression on Sam's face stopped her. It wasn't guilt, or shame, or anger, or even fear. He was concerned. He headed over to the closet, and pulled out a box from the high shelf as Sue guided her to a couch. She didn't see what Sam pulled out of the box, but he walked over to her, and set it in her lap. At first, it didn't seem like anything. Just a formless, shapeless blob of black. But when she picked it up, she realized what it was. A rubber mask.

"It was you," Sam said.

*****

"It happened about five years ago," Sam said. "We were fighting. I don't think you remember it now, but we were fighting a lot back then. About sex, mainly. No, not mainly. Even the fights that weren't about sex were about sex. It was right after we met Sue, and I think that made it worse, because Sue was, well, open about sex in a way you weren't, had never been. I think she made us both realize just how repressed you were, and it didn't do our marriage any good to realize that.

"You tried, Ann. You wanted to make me happy, but you just...couldn't. And you didn't even know why you couldn't. Again, you probably don't remember now, but I'd been taking a lot of courses on hypnotherapy, and I was even thinking about getting certified. I thought it might help. I talked to you, you talked to Sue, I talked to Sue, we talked to each other, and I wound up..."

A flash of memory went off behind Annalisa's eyes. Her, watching a metronome tick back and forth rhythmically. With Sam sitting next to her, talking, and Sue on the couch... "You hypnotized me," she blurted out.

A look of relief crossed Sam's features. "Yes. We talked a lot, while you were under hypnosis. You're a very good subject, by the way. It took me three years to get Sue to go as deep as you did that first day. When we talked, it seemed like there was a block, something that was deep inside your subconscious keeping you from dealing with sex. We did some age-regression that day, Ann." He reached out and took her hand. "Do you remember yet what we found?"

She opened her mouth and looked across at Sue. She remembered the conversation they'd had, two weeks ago. 'Men have urges, Sue. They can't always control themselves.' Sue's response, so nonsensical at the time. 'Have you thought of seeing a therapist?' Sue had known. Sam had known. The only reason Annalisa hadn't known was because she hadn't wanted to know. "Yes," she said in a little girl's voice.

Sam hugged her tightly, still talking. "I tried to help you that day, Ann. It was a mistake. I knew that memory was the key, it was what made you so frightened of intimacy and repressed about sex. But I was still way too new at hypnosis to be able to help you properly, and too stubborn not to try. All I did was screw you up in a different way.

"When I brought you back out of the age-regression, I thought we'd had a breakthrough. You seemed energized, alive, sexually vital. You responded to me, talked about things you'd always subconsciously wanted but never even let yourself know about, let alone me. That day...that day was wonderful, Ann. You were wonderful.

"And then I woke you up. And you didn't remember any of it. I thought I'd helped you stop repressing, but I'd actually just made it worse. You still couldn't deal with the memories you'd been hiding from yourself, and so everything associated with them went right down into the memory hole too. You were just as repressed as ever. But when I put you into trance again..."

More memories burst behind Annalisa's eyes, five years of them. She remembered herself drifting in a hypnotic haze, masturbating as she described visions of black latex and submission. She remembered walking down the aisles of an adult toy store, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she helped Sam pick out her outfit. She remembered registering the "hypnomania" website, remembered persuading Sue to join them by finger-fucking her to the edge of orgasm (she was bi? Oh, but that was wonderful!) She remembered Sam talking to her when the cameras weren't on, gradually working away at her barriers. She remembered Sam and Sue fighting over the last step of the process, while she knelt in a blissful trance, remembered Sue calling it cruel, remembered Sam explaining that her conscious mind had to break down the last mental blocks on its own, remembered...

She remembered everything.

Sue had been quiet this entire time, just watching her friend (lover) come to terms with it all. Finally, she reached out a hand and touched Annalisa's cheek. The gesture would have seemed strange and over-familiar a day ago, but now, it felt right. "Are you alright?" Sue asked.

Annalisa leaned over and kissed her, a deep passionate kiss. "I love you," she said. She turned to Sam and kissed him as well. "I love you, too," she said. She looked down at the latex mask in her lap, and almost laughed. Everything seemed so much more simple, now.

She slid her blouse off. "Could one of you two go get the camera?"

THE END 



The Stranger



Quietly he entered the room, his eyes gazing lustfully at her firm round ass barely concealed beneath the ultra short miniskirt. She had noticed him entering the room but said nothing. It had been one of those days, everywhere she had gone today she had been noticing men. Big men, small men, handsome men and homely men. The itch in her groin just wouldn't let her concentrate on anything today except the aching need between her legs. The sopping wet panties she had discarded so casually as she entered were still on the chair where they had landed and he snatched them up, bringing them to his nose to inhale deeply of her musky fragrance.

Stepping behind her he grasped her firmly, pulling her to him, his right hand quickly finding her hairless pussy while the other pawed her right breast roughly. Lifting the back of her miniskirt he pressed his still concealed erection between her exposed ass cheeks, frottaging deeply into her crevice. Her asshole spasmed involuntarily at the unexpected contact, She could feel his hot breath on the nape of her neck as he began a slow grinding rhythm against her butt. She had never been fucked up the ass before, but she began to understand what some women seem to find so enjoyable about it.

She felt no desire to resist as the strangers hand groped her wet slit, his middle finger slipping into her silky tight hole while his thumb pressed rudely at her clit. Reaching over her shoulder he grabbed the front of her top, pulling it up and off her arms in a quick smooth motion. Her nipples exposed to the cool air conditioned room were already hard as they had been all day.

Walking her to the nearby table he bent her forward at the waist, indicating that she should lean on her elbows to support herself. Taking a step back to admire her willing obedience and her sweet firm ass, he unfastened his belt letting his pants drop to his ankles. He noticed her quiver as his cock bounced into view and saw that she was looking back at him from between her legs. Stepping forward again he pushed the top of his erection up against her warm moist pussy, the head of his hard cock teasing her clit.

Placing one hand at the small of her back he drew her up by one shoulder, entering her dripping wet gap effortlessly. His lips brushed the back of her neck as he began to nip playfully like a cat at her nape. His thrusting phallus was finding that sweet spot on the front wall of her pussy that always gave her the most delicious orgasms. She started to moan softly in response to his ministrations. He seemed to know where she needed to be touched as his thumb brushed softly against her puckered sphincter and began to press gently but insistently at its entrance.

Her moans became louder as the familiar tightening began in her groin and her hips started to grind back onto his cock. The tip of his thumb slipped past her sphincter and she gasped with pleasure as her pussy muscles quivered around his pounding cock. Her orgasm crashed over her trembling body, wracking her entire being with waves of pleasure.

Taking her firmly by the waist and shoulder he drew her down to the floor, laying her on her left side and raising her right leg up in the air. He got on his knees straddling her left leg pulling her raised right leg to him. She reached down, encircling his rigid shaft in her strong fingers, guiding it to her waiting slit. He held her upraised leg tightly to him making escape impossible as if she had wanted to escape. This is what she had been hungering for all day, the sweet release of physical union. His cock pistoled in and out of her hot wet pussy as the tension mounted again, the tightening in her gut. Reaching down he started working her clit with his fingertips as the tempo of his lust quickened. Her loins ached in anticipation of the orgasm that was gathering, rushing toward her. When it broke over her like a wave on the rocks she trembled in sweet delight and moaned softly.

Withdrawing his cock from her hot wet slit he pulled her to her knees and stood before her, his erection bouncing in front of her face, glistening with the fluids of her own lust. Grabbing her roughly by the back of the head he shoved his dick into her mouth and down her throat until his balls were resting on her chin. He drew her head up the length of his cock and thrust it back down her throat, fucking her mouth vigorously as his own orgasm approached. The lewdness of it all thrilled her, being used this way by the stranger to satisfy his primal lusts. She shivered in anticipation and groped her own crotch roughly as he had done before. He continued to fuck her sweet sucking mouth as the first blast of warm sticky cum hit the back of her throat. Gob after gob of cum erupted from his twitching cock planted firmly in her mouth so she had to swallow it all.

When he finally pulled his shrinking dick from her mouth with a soft popping sound she collapsed on the floor in front of him. Pulling up his pants and fastening them around his waist he sneered down at her saying "What's for dinner, slut?" She smiled up at him demurely and replied "I could make something to go with the leftover chicken we've got in the fridge."



The Stranger



She could feel his physical presence long before she felt his hand close around her shoulder. Suppressing a shudder, she turned around. He was smirking.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice deep and rumbling. She could feel herself getting wet at just the sound of him.

"Yes," She replied meekly and stood from the bench she was sitting on. Already her legs were wobbling and her heart was beating fast. She followed him to his car, noting that her panties were already wetter than before. He opened the car door for her and she took a seat.

"He's going to meet us at the hotel." She looked to him questioningly. 

"He?" 

"I told you I was going to surprise you, didn't I?" He laughed and smirked at her. She could feel her body warming up. Her chest was already a deep shade of pink. She pulled the seatbelt across her lap and waited. 

Her imagination was going wild. Was he going to watch her? Was he going to make her do things with another man? She'd never done this before, but she knew she wanted to. She wanted to please him more than anything.

She shifted in her seat and as she did she felt his hand move to her thigh. She could feel callouses on his palm against her bare leg. Slowly his hand moved upwards, pulling up the hem of her skirt with it. There were cars along the roads, people walking along the sidewalks, and his hand was inching upwards still. She glanced around, wondering if people were watching, feeling embarrassed, and yet her legs spread for him, wanting more.

Stoplight.

She felt his fingers slowly and lightly gliding over her panties. She felt the heat rising to her cheeks again because she knew he could feel how wet she was. He didn't even glance at her as the car started moving again and he deftly pushed her panties to the side. She whimpered when she felt him sliding between her lips. 

She felt her body pushing into him, her eyelids closing. He tormented her with the soft stroking of her wet lips, up and down, never straying to give her the most pleasure. Always just enough to make her want to beg for more. Too distracted by the way he was making her feel, she didn't even notice that they were now parked. She could only feel when he pulled his hand away from her and couldn't help but cry out at its absence. 

"There will be more," he said, his mouth inches from her ear, his voice low. He unbuckled his seatbelt leaving her fumbling with her own. Her head was spinning with desire, her legs still spread wide, shaking. She pulled her skirt down and when he opened her door, she stepped out of the car as gracefully as she could. Wobbling, she placed her hand against his chest.

He grabbed her hand and led her away from the car, stealing glances at her. She was incredibly flushed. He could see that the blush traveled all the way down the front of her shirt. He led her through the hotel to the room and before he opened the door he pulled out a simple black handkerchief.

"Turn around, my sweet." She obeyed as she always did, though hesitant to have her ability to see taken away from her. It excited her, but also made her wary. She felt the silk of the handkerchief slide over her eyes and tighten so that she could not see. He grasped her hand and when the door was open, pulled her forward into the room. 

She could distinguish nothing. There were no smells, except the smell of him. God, she loved the way he smelled. Everything was quiet. She thought that maybe she heard the sound of someone standing, but she didn't know. She let him drag her into the room without protest.

"What do you want?" He asked her, his breath warm against her throat. Goosebumps rose on her skin. She could only think of one thing.

"To feel you. To be touched." He laughed lightly and she felt each little puff of air, her senses so heightened. She felt his hands wrap around her waist and reach for the waistline of her skirt and with a gasp of surprise she felt another pair of hands unbuttoning her shirt. She moaned as she became more and more exposed. Her face was burning with desire and even embarrassment as her lover and a stranger slowly undressed her.

"Do you wonder who is touching you?" He asked her.

"Yes." She said, now in only her bra and panties. Her nipples were poking through the lace covering them. 

"What if I told you that you will be touched and fucked tonight by a man who will always be a stranger to you?" She inhaled sharply, scared and impossibly turned on. With his hands on her hips pulling her panties down, the stranger pulled in close to her. His face brushed against her neck and she could feel the prickle of his stubble. He smelled so different and yet just as delicious, almost like earth, like the smell after rain. His hands unclasped her bra and pulled the straps from her shoulders.

The room was warm and comfortable. She could hear her heart thumping strongly in her ears. Her man's hands slowly moved up her legs while the foreign set of hands, hands that were just as large, but somewhat softer began to trace intricate patterns along her belly. Suddenly she felt hands gripping her neck a bit tightly and gulped.

"You never answered my question, my sweet." His hands tightened a bit and the stranger's hands were now caressing her taut nipples. 

"Wh-what question?" Her chest heaved up and down with her labored breathing. With the stranger now squeezing her nipples lightly and her man squeezing her neck, she was beginning to lose her ability to stand upright. 

"Can you handle fucking someone you don't know?" He bit down on her ear eliciting a gasp from her mouth. She bit her bottom lip at the sudden pain. His hand tightened even further when she didn't answer immediately "Well?"

"Please," she all but whined, "I-I.. need you. I'll do anything." She felt the stranger's mouth close over her nipple, his tongue flicking at it and she arched her back at the sensation. She felt her lover's hands loosen on her neck.

"My little slut," he crooned affectionately. He took her hand and moved it so that it was holding his hard erection. Her other hand was moved in the same manner, so that she could feel the stranger's erection as well. He was, from her rough comparison, a bit bigger than her lover. They moved her hands away from them, and for what seemed like hours, she stood listening to the rustling of clothing around her. 

She heard the creak of a mattress, as one of them was more than likely getting on the bed. She felt a hand on the small of her back and heard her lover say, "Come my sweet". It never occurred to her that she wouldn't follow his command. He pushed her gently towards the bed and when her legs hit the edge of the mattress he instructed her to crawl onto it. 

She crawled onto the bed, still incapable of seeing anything. She felt the incline of the bed towards the middle, undoubtedly where the stranger was and heard her lover speak again as he climbed onto the bed as well.

"Sweetie, I want you to mount him." She could feel herself trembling already. She was easily as wet as she'd ever been, if not more so. With sweating palms and shaking limbs she patted her way to where he was, her hands awkwardly landing on his thick and manly thighs. She could feel the soft hairs beneath them as well as she could feel him tighten the muscles below her. Perhaps he wanted her just as much.

With courage and lust driving her forward she pulled her leg over to the other side of his. Her soft thighs cradled his legs. Using her hands, she felt around his body. His chest was lightly covered with the same soft hairs. It was firm and his shoulders were wide. She moved upwards and gasped when he pushed his erection up against the soaking lips of her pussy. She couldn't resist rubbing up against him. 

She felt hands grasp her hair and pull her backwards sharply. She emitted a startled cry as her hands flew back to land sloppily on his legs behind her, her back arching, no doubt putting her on display for the stranger. She felt pain as her man gripped her hair tightly, but oh how she loved it. 

"I want to see him inside you." He hissed. She felt as he moved behind her, seemingly straddling the strangers legs like she was. 

"Yes." She said and he let go of her hair. She reached in front and had no difficulty locating the hard cock throbbing below her. She dragged it back over her most sensitive spot until it reached her entrance and then slowly, her face twisting in pleasure, she lowered herself downwards onto him. She felt herself stretch almost painfully around him and for the first time, she heard the stranger let out a low groan. She stilled herself, clenched around him for a moment when she felt his palms grip her wide hips and pull her into riding him. 

She gave in to the sensation completely, sliding up and down along his shaft, whimpering with pleasure each time she felt him push up against her, rubbing herself against him, her back arching for the perfect angle. She knew she was on display. She knew her breasts were bouncing with her delight, and that her round tummy was as well. She felt the stranger's hands cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples as she continued to ride him and she felt her lover's hands softly stroking her belly, like he knew she loved. 

When her lover's hands moved lower to rub against her sensitive clit, she was in completely sensory overload, unknowingly screaming out to the room. Moving slowly and sensually up and down in the erotic dance, she was more than surprised when she felt extra fingers slip inside her. She gasped and heard the stranger moan. The stranger pulled her downwards until her soft breasts were touching his chest and her face was aligned with his own. She stopped moving. 

The stranger's tongue traced a path from her jaw to her ear; his breath was hot in her ear. She wanted desperately to hear him. She had him hard inside her, he was giving her such pleasure, and yet she didn't even know what he sounded like. In her distraction, she barely noticed as her lover moved towards her. With the sharp pain of him slapping her ass, the stinging sensation and her screaming out once again, she refocused.

He slowly slid in two fingers. Both her and the stranger hissed in pleasure. And then he slid in three fingers. It made her feel already so full, but she knew where it was going. She felt his cock nudging at her entrance, the entrance that already was so full with the strangers cock. Very slowly, almost teasingly slow he pushed his way into her, stretching her pussy further than it had ever been stretched.

She ached, whether in pain or in pleasure, she could not tell, but she felt her lover pull her backwards against him. Both men were panting with the pleasure of it and she felt an immense sense of power at gripping both of them inside her. She purposefully clenched around them and she heard twin groans of pleasure. 

She felt a pair of hands grip her hips and a rougher pair grip just over and above them. She had the fleeting thought that these two men were being quite intimate with each other and must be taking enjoyment from it. They pulled and pushed in the same direction heaving her body up and down slowly, each thrust stretching her to her limit. 

She felt a hand wrap around her, pressing into her clit and rubbing her exactly how she liked it. She was too entranced in the feeling of both men inside her to wonder whose hand it was. Slowly but surely, the slick sounds of cock inside her, the smell of her sex filling the air, sweat dripping down her neck, skin against skin, she felt the tightening in her stomach begin. 

The rhythm of them sliding in and out of her steady, the fingera expertly rubbing her, a hand now pulling at her hair, the sharp pain of someone smacking her roughly across her face, and it was too much. She felt her pussy spasm and clench as she let out a moaning cry of pure bliss, arching backwards, her head spinning.

Very distantly she heard the groans of her partners, the slick sounds of a hand gliding over a cock, the feeling of warm cum spilling onto her back, the sharp thrusts of the other below her ceasing. She collapsed forwards, resting her head against the stranger, feeling him breathe deeply against her shaking body. 

Her legs were quivering; the hands that were tight on her hips pulled her heavily to the side, leaving her to sprawl out on the bed. On her right was the stranger and on her left, and beneath her, was her lover. She felt someone squeeze her nipple gently and giggled, still in an orgasmic haze. She sensed a great amount of stickiness between her legs, and she was tired from exertion. In wasn't long before she was sleeping.

Later on...

She stirred into awareness and fluttered her eyes open, surprised that she could see again. She was lying in soft white sheets alone. Sitting up slowly, she looked around. Her clothes were scattered around haphazardly. She blushed remembering the way she was undressed by the two men. Near the foot of the bed were her lover's shoes. She listened carefully and heard the sound of the shower. 

She rolled to the edge of the bed, feeling somewhat achey and stood. Her thighs were still shaky as they always were after orgasm. They were also sticky. With her first step, she also felt pain in yet another region, but she couldn't complain. Hours later, after she was showered and done eating breakfast, she'd go to move again and feel the same pain and she'd smile remembering how it came to be that way.

She slipped through the slightly open door and pulled open the curtain to the shower. Water dripped down his back, over his beautifully muscled ass and through the soft hairs of his legs. She felt the blush rising in her cheeks again. 

"Good morning," she said quietly when he turned around to greet her.

He bit his lip, "Ready for round two?" 

All thoughts of the stranger who fucked her were gone.

The End.



The Stranger



The movement of the water far below me was almost hypnotic, even though the mood of the sea was clearly an angry one. Successive foam-flecked waves squeezed into the tiny cove and raced to a shattering conclusion when they crashed into the uneven rocks; each roaring crash producing a cascade of droplets that momentarily formed circular patterns of white froth on a temporary pool of gently rocking calmness.

I'd been there for over half an hour, growing colder by the minute, and I'd become so accustomed to the pattern that I was no longer Taken by surprise when a particularly large one cast itself into oblivion and sent spume flying upwards to coat the hardy plant life on the cliffs with delicate white blossoms.

'It isn't difficult,' I told myself, 'you just need to wait until the tide goes out a little further -- until you're certain the rocks will do the job properly.'

Surviving injured; probably crippled and helpless, was the only fear that remained. The thought of being paralysed, of becoming entirely dependent on others; that was the only thing I could think of that could be worse than my present situation.

It was very nearly time to go. I took a long look around to make sure no one could see me -- a pretty unlikely possibility given the place, the time, the conditions -- and decided to smoke the final cigarette from the packet I'd bought earlier in the evening. I even managed an ironic smile at the 'Smoking Kills' warning on the cover.

Isn't it strange that, even at such a moment, I felt obliged to put the empty packet carefully in the litter bin? What did that say about me, I wondered.

Turning my back to the wind and placing the cigarette between my lips and tried to work the cheap, throwaway lighter. The first effort produced a tiny spark, barely visible even in the darkness of that raw night. The second attempt produced nothing at all. I thought it was down to the coldness of my hands but, as I tried again and again, I finally realised that it was the flint that had chosen that moment to give up and die.

"Oh... bother!" I said out loud. Even at a moment like that I couldn't bring myself to use the one of the coarse expressions so frequently heard from my friends.

The sudden, loud 'click' startled me; and the flare of unexpected light almost made me drop the cigarette.

"Don't be frightened, my dear. I'm only offering a light," a rich, deep voice said as I realised that a 'Zippo' type of lighter -- the kind with a windshield on it -- was being proffered to give a light. I was ready to panic, ready to scream -- for all the good it would have done in a bleak and lonely place such as that -- but, somehow, I managed to contain it. I even managed to mumble a 'thanks' when I tilted my head forward until the end of the cigarette dipped into the quivering flame and caught light as I drew on it.

I still hadn't dared to look at the man's face but, as I heard the faint snap of the lighter closing, I stole a quick glance but, by then, he had already turned away to lean on the railings and was looking down at the restless waves below.

"Fascinating... isn't it?" he said gently and, when I didn't reply, he went on, "I can't help thinking that parts of that turmoil down there have seen more than any human being could ever hope to."

Momentarily, he turned towards me and I tried to get a look at him, but all I got was an impression of a face that was far younger than the voice before he turned away again and continued:

"They've been in every sea and ocean, every river, stream and lake. They've looked down on the Earth from dark clouds and from white and fluffy ones. They've fallen to the ground as snow or rain or hail. They're what every living creature on the planet depends on, and yet they've also been the source of death to millions. And when they're gathered together in a huge mass, they become a power that no force in this world can ever hope to resist or conquer."

His voice faded away and, I must be honest, I wondered what sort of nutcase I was sharing my bleak and lonely place with. I was frightened. He was taller than me and he looked a good deal stronger and, for any female, let alone a miserably unhappy 17-year-old, it was not a situation to be welcomed.

"You don't have to be scared," he told me, seeming to sense my thoughts, "I'm not interested in hurting you, or harming you in any way. I'm sorry if I alarmed you when I turned up so suddenly; I'm afraid I do tend to move very quietly."

He waited then as I finished my cigarette, dropped in on the pitted tarmac surface, and ground it out beneath the heel of my shoe. For a moment, I just looked down at it and then I heard him say: "Go on... put it in the bin. You know you want to!"

"How do you...?" I started to ask, but he interrupted;

"I saw you dispose of the packet. You've been well brought up, young lady. Go on... put it in the bin."

I did as he suggested and then, still not sure it was the right thing to do, I followed his example and returned to my position, leaning on the rail and looking down at the turbulent waves. As far as I could tell, because I didn't dare to look at him for a while, he remained completely still and the silence grew until it became uncomfortable.

"So, what brings you out here at this time of night?" I asked, and could have cursed my stupidity. Not only had I spoken in the ridiculously 'plummy' voice that had been instilled in me at my private school, I'd also given him an opportunity to ask me the same thing. And then what could I say?

"It's always been a place that I had a particular attachment for," he answered easily and without hesitation. "I used to come here quite a lot when I was young. It wasn't like this in those days, though. It was just a rough patch of level ground; they didn't tarmac it and make a car parking place until later." He paused for a moment, and then went on, "I'm told they call the road 'Marine View Drive' nowadays... and this bit is the Panorama Carpark. When I was a kid, it was Sea Road and The Balcony... I don't know why they changed it. I dare say they call it progress. I haven't been able to come here for a very, very long time."

"Oh! Why's that?" I asked, my curiosity overcoming my fears for a moment.

"That's a long story," he replied, and I could almost hear the smile in his voice. "Let's just say that I've been in other places and circumstances prevented me from returning. But what about you?"

It was the question I'd dreaded. What could I say? I desperately wished I had another cigarette to light, just to give me time to think. It wasn't even as though I touched the things normally and the ones I'd smoked had already given me a sore throat, but I wanted time to think and the other possibility -- telling him it was none of his business -- wasn't really an option when he'd been so polite with me.

"You can tell me to mind my own business if you want to," he said, and I almost jumped out of my skin because it was exactly as if he'd been reading my thoughts. Then he gave a throaty little chuckle and went on, "But I don't think you will, will you? You're too considerate and too well-mannered for that!"

"What... I mean... why do you...?" I began to stammer and flounder, but he gently cut me off.

"look, it's nearly two in the morning," he said, "it's a pretty awful night and yet you're here. You're an apparently well-balanced, intelligent and pretty teenager... seventeen, right?" He waited for my nod, and then went on, "You're her on 'The Balcony' and you're all alone and you're staring down into the waves... so it doesn't really take a mind-reader or a genius to work out what you're thinking about, does it?"

The cold suddenly seemed even colder. He was right of course; my only thought had been that my life was a complete and utter mess and that I wanted to end it. I'd planned to stand on the top railing, spread my wings and, just for a second or two, know the freedom that the seabirds felt as they soared through the sky. Then I would crash onto the jagged rocks and... oblivion.

"I can't stop you... not if you really want to," he said, "in fact, it's not for me to persuade you of anything. I mean... you don't know me. I'm a complete stranger, right?" Again, he waited for my cautious nod, and then he said, "But I'm going to ask you to do me one favour."

I stiffened, wondering what was to come. Was he just a predator, perhaps, looking for some kind of sexual gratification from a teenage girl who'd made up her mind to die anyway. And if so....

"As I said before, I'm not interested in harming you in any way. The favour I was going to ask is that we both sit down on that bench over there and we swap stories. Don't fret... I'm not intending to touch you... I just want to hear what it is that can bring a girl like you to something like this. What can cause that kind of despair?"

And then, before I even had time to frame a reply, he'd moved away from the rail. For a second or two I lost sight of him completely, and then I heard him gently summon me to the bench. Still very apprehensive, I shuffled across the tarmac and sat down on the bench, cautious enough to remain beyond his immediate reach at least.

"So, what's happened that's made you feel like this?" he asked, and there was a warmth and a kindness in his voice that made me feel a little more comfortable.

"My father," I began and then felt tears welling up -- as if I hadn't cried enough -- but I just about managed to hold them back as I went on, "My father... died. Last week... it was his funeral yesterday." And then I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. I began to sob almost uncontrollably and I pulled out my already soaked handkerchief, blew my nose on it and tried to regain some semblance of composure.

"You loved him?" the stranger asked.

"Yes... yes, I did. He was...." It was all I could say without releasing another flood of tears. How could I explain that Dad had been my hero. How could I tell anyone how much that sweet and gentle man had meant to me; how he had always been the one I could turn to whenever I needed some help or encouragement. I'd already been over what seemed like a million examples of the times that he'd 'been there' for me when I most needed someone; how privileged I'd always felt when I compared his loving, caring ways to some of my friends' parents.

The stranger said nothing for a while. He gave me time to calm myself. I'd almost expected him to make a move... to try to put his arm around me or something; but he didn't. When my breathing returned to normal he just spoke very quietly, saying, "That isn't everything though, is it?"

At first I just shook my head, not trusting myself to speak until, taking a deep breath, I finally said; "No... that isn't all of it. Yesterday... after the... after Dad's funeral... Mum told a secret that they'd kept from me for all these years. She... she told me that... that he wasn't my real father."

"Go on," he said quietly as I hesitated.

"She had a very brief affair with a young man and fell pregnant. I guess it's a familiar story, really. The young man just disappeared. Her parents.. they're both dead now... threatened to throw her out of the house if she didn't have an abortion. My dad... and he'll always be my dad to me," I said with a quite unnecessary defiance, "He asked my mum to marry him. He knew about the baby but he loved her so much that he didn't mind. She said he'd never... even in the heat of the worst argument... thrown that up at her...." My voice trailed away as I tried not to cry again.

"And?" the stranger asked quietly.

"Sorry?" I sniffed.

"And what else?" he said, "there is something else... isn't there?"

"Yes... there is," I admitted, not even bothering to wonder how he knew. It seemed that the stranger could see into the very depths of my thoughts and, yet, somehow, it didn't frighten me anymore. "I had my first... experience... y'know? It was a couple of months ago. I thought he was a wonderful person... but he isn't! It was just the once... it was painful... and unpleasant... not at all what I'd dreamed of... and... and... he boasted about it to all his friends. When I told him I'd missed my periods he just laughed. He said not to try and blame it on him, called me a little slut, and told me to just fu... go away."

"That was today?"

I nodded, recalling the despair I'd felt then and thinking that I was just waiting time. My life was... ought to be... over.

"Can I tell you a little story?" the stranger asked, adding, "it won't take long. Then if you like, I'll go away and leave you to do whatever is you want to do."

I nodded, vaguely in agreement, and he began.

"It's about a young man who didn't care about anyone but himself... a bit like your young man from the sound of it... but this was a good few years ago. He was one of those kids that things seem to come easy to. His parents were fairly wealthy, he was an excellent all-rounder at sports and he was good at his schoolwork... when he could be bothered to do it. Being self-centred, once he was old enough, he wreathed havoc among the local females. There were times when it seemed as if he only had to smile to get whatever he wanted from any of them.

"Gradually, though, the initial excitement of that began to pall on him a bit. He started to look for new and different thrills. He crashed two fast cars that his indulgent parents bought him -- both times he was drunk, completely out of his head -- and then he got busted for drugs. Of course, his parents cut his allowance to stop him buying stuff like that, so he started borrowing, or sometimes stealing, from his friends. He got kicked out of school and, as his parents had finally had enough of him, kicked out of home as well.

"Of course, being the kind of person he was, it was all everyone else's fault as far as he was concerned. He left the city, eventually, and came to live near here."

"Is that how you knew him?" I asked, becoming engrossed in the story.

"Well... I was here at the time," he replied, "Anyway, he went from one job to another... got caught stealing again... got caught dealing pot... was lucky not to end up inside. His looks had faded, and all that easy charm had disappeared, but he still had a bit of luck going for him. One of the girls he worked with took a shine to him. I mean, he was in his twenties by then and she was quite an innocent. She was convinced that it was the great love of her life and so they began an affair.

"The problem was that he'd moved up the ladder in the drug dealing business. He had a lot of money's worth to distribute... but something happened. The money went missing. It was probably while he was too drunk to know what he was doing one night and someone stole it off him; it wouldn't have been difficult. Unfortunately, he knew that no explanation would do. The people further up the ladder would exact a revenge that would be painful and final... a lesson to anyone else.

"So, one dark and miserable night he got very drunk. The last time anyone saw him, he was headed out along Sea Road. The theory is that he either fell, or jumped, from here."

It made me gasp aloud, but he continued;

"That's the thing about that cove down there. It doesn't matter whether you hit the rocks or the sea itself... those tides and currents will carry whatever's left of you way out into the depths. I mean, no one knows... not for certain... that that's what happened to him... but he was never seen again."

I felt shivers running up and down my spine. I wanted to ask a hundred different questions, but I didn't dare to speak.

"The thing is," he went on, " the girl who loved him was already carrying his baby. He didn't know that... he never knew that. If he hadn't been so stupid... and so selfish... he might have known the kind of joys that your dad knew. If he'd only had the sense, or the conscience, to a good deed for someone other than himself, he might have found peace eventually.

"Do you know the poem that begins, 'No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea...?'"

"John Donne," I whispered, barely able to speak at all as it felt as if my throat was constricting.

"That's the one," he said, "I said you were intelligent, didn't I? I bet your mother's proud of you, isn't she?"

I could only nod. Silent tears were streaming down my face.

"Go home, my love," he breathed, "Tell her that you love her. She needs you. You're a not selfish person. You're so much better than that."

"But who...?" I started, but he whispered,

"No... no questions. I'm leaving now... I'm going for the kind of rest I've wanted for a long time."

I bowed my head and I cried and sobbed as I 'd never cried before. And then, knowing that it was the only thing to do, I stood up, turned and began to walk back towards my home.

"That's good... go home, Emma... go home," I seemed to hear the stranger's voice say, but it must have been just inside my head because there was no one there and, in any case, he couldn't possibly have known my name, could he?



The Stranger



The drive is a long one up the mountains curvy roads. You're still angry at the whole "Boyfriend situation" and you need to cool off. You figure relaxing a bit at the top of South Mountain (Lookout Point) would do you some good. It's a Tuesday so there's really no one around. On the way up you see one solitary car pass you on its way down. You can hear the tires rolling over the gravel on the road, the soft popping is soothing and you catch your mind wandering. 

Before you know it you're at the top and you drive to the furthest part of the lot. You turn the car off and get out. The air is warm and there is a cool breeze blowing. You go and sit on a bench and stare into the sky. You can see the moon slowly crawling behind some clouds then disappearing completely. Suddenly a noise startles you. You turn to see someone a few benches away. He's by himself and from his silhouette he look about 6 feet tall and 190lbs or so. He looks over at you and you quickly look away embarrassed. From the corner of your eye you can see that he is still looking at you. 

Feeling at bit uncomfortable you get up and walk to the edge of the mountain to the railing. As you are standing there you look up at the sky once more. Lightning is gently lighting the clouds while it plays within them. Suddenly thunder shakes the air around you and you jump by its force. As you catch you breath you hear a deep voice right next to your ear. "You ok"? Instantly you know it's the guy who was next to you on the bench. And even though you can feel his body so close behind you, you aren't scared and don't attempt to move away. Unable to speak you nod your head in a silent "yes". He has a sexy accent that gives you goose-bumps. He unbuttons his flannel and puts it around your shoulders as the wind picks up. You can smell his scent as you pull the material close to you. He never removes his hands from your shoulders from when he put the flannel on you. You turn your head and look at his hand. They look strong and comforting and make you feel safe. You make no attempt to turn around. Your eyes close at his touch. 

Thunder cracks at the night air once again but you do not flinch. You're lost in this strangers hold. You start feeling the soft caress of raindrops on your face and you tilt your head towards the sky keeping your eyes shut. You feel him move a little closer and can now feel him solidly against your back, your head resting on his rising and falling chest. The rain is coming down a little stronger now but not much. Everything is intensified in this moment. It seems like you can feel every single rain drop touching your body. Your heart beat speeds up as you feel a drop touch your neck then slowly start sliding down. Nothing seems as distinct as this one raindrop and as it caresses you it slides down your neck, under the neckline of your shirt and then slowing as it slides down the inside of your right breast. You take a deep breath and hold it as this drop of rain explores your breast. 

You find yourself pressing lightly against this stranger, this person who has no name yet who is everything to you at this moment. Then as you press against his body you feel his heartbeat, then you feel his breath on your neck, then his lips as he gently kisses your neck. Your heart races as you feel his lips touch your flesh. You can feel his tongue run across your skin as he kisses you. As his mouth explores your neck and shoulder he wraps his arms around you a bit more. You can see his arms in front of you now. They are well cut and defined. You can see a few tattoos on his arms. You close your eyes once more at his touch. His hands slowly caress your arms and shoulders. You move your hands up to his hands. They are small in comparison to his. You place yours over his and mimic his movements. Over your shoulders... Over your arms... Along your neck... Then you start to lead his hands instead of mimic them. You bring his hands from your neck, then slowly lower.... Squeezing them around your swollen breasts. This is all you have to do before he starts to take things upon himself.

Leaving your hands placed over his to begin mimicking them once again, he gently massages your breasts from over your thin shirt. Your nipples are pressing against the thin material, yearning to be touched and given specific attention. He skips over them and starts once again to move his hands. He goes lower, over your stomach, to the bottom of your shirt. The feel of his skin touching your flesh sends waves of adrenaline through you. It feels like it starts from the end of each and every one of your hairs. It flows up to your scalp and slowly massages it as it continues down your face, eyes and lips. Next the wave flows over your breasts and feel as if it slows and lingers at your nipples. Your nipples hardening with the sensation, you feel yourself moistening. Suddenly you awaken from this flow through your body when he places one of his hands upon yours. This time leading your hand with his. Your hand slowly moving from your stomach, to your hip, then to his. 

Your heart beat quickening as you touch his body. His other hand is still sliding up your shirt. Now his hand is massaging your left breast as he pulls up you bra, releasing you to the cool night. With your shirt hiked up over your breasts you are fully exposed to the warm air and gentle pelting of raindrops. Completely lost in the moment, all of your fears of other seeing you are quenched and forgotten. As he pinches and massages you nipple and breast his other hand leads yours to the front of his thigh. Then to his crotch. Your chest tightens and you loose your breath as you feel the massive, pulsing bulge held captive in his jeans. He releases your hand to do as it pleases. He directs his actions back to you. He finds his way back to your exposed breasts and takes then into his hands. His hands massage and slid over your breasts easily with the steady downpour of rain falling on your bodies. He turns you around and leans you against the rails. You try to look at his face but he quickly drops his head. He brings his mouth to you and takes you nipple into his mouth.

You can feel the drops of rain falling from his face to your breast. Both of you bodies are now drenched with rain. After one breast he moves to the other. Giving equal attention to it and your nipple, sucking, licking and gently nibbling. Then he stands up in front of you but with his height and how close he is you still cannot see his face. With his chest in front of you you start rubbing your hands over him and covering him with kisses and attention. His chest muscular and stomach chiseled into a six-pack. You lick and suck at his body with the eagerness of a starving woman. His low moans can be heard under the pelting of the rain on the ground and your bodies. Then he slowly pulls you away and turns you around once again, pushing you to the rail. His hands reach around you once more but do not touch your body. They grab at the waist of your now soaked jeans. Your mind races with thoughts.... Should I stop him? I don't even know who he is? Is anyone watching? Thoughts and questions flood your mind once more. 

But then you feel something. With his hands on your waist and a single thrust his fills you. The feeling is amazing and you loose all care for anything else besides this feeling deep inside you. Slowly he enters you and withdrawals from you. His size is perfect. It fills you to the fullest without any pain. Just ecstasy. It seems like you can feel every detail, every vein, and every curve of his manhood. His pace quickens as he reaches around cups your breasts as you steady yourself on the rails. You can feel his large balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. You've never felt like this before. This sensation of him inside you is like no other you've felt before. There is a "spot" that is being touched that's never been touched before. You can feel yourself working your way to an orgasm already, just by him moving in and out of you. His thrusts harden and go deeper now. You can feel the rain start coming down harder now. The cool drops sliding all over your body. Then once again he quickens his pace. You can hear the sound of his body slapping your ass.... Then thunder shakes the ground as you cum. Lightning fills the sky and more waves of your orgasm blast through your body. As if you started cumming again before the first one finished. With these multiple waves flowing through you, you can feel his dick swell up getting ready to fill you with his cum. You start rocking your body to him as he pounds into you faster and harder. Each thrust sending a new wave through you. 

The lightning and thunder sending chills through your body, non-stop. The raindrops feeling like a thousand fingers touching you body everywhere. Suddenly he starts cumming and you cum again with him. It seems like everything happens at once. The rain, the thunder, the lightning, his thrust. You are in heaven. Never having stopped cumming his thrusts slowly start to slow. Things are in slow motion now. The rain seems to have slowed. The lightning is no longer lighting the sky and the thunder is no longer shaking the earth. He pulls out but you can still feel his presence behind you. His breath on your neck, the warmth from his body. Your eyes close and enjoy the bliss of this stranger. Suddenly in the distance the thunder lets out a soft, low grumble. And you are cold again. You quickly turn around but you are alone. There is no stranger, no car. You are still breathing a little heave as you walk back to your car holding a flannel with the scent of a stranger lingering in its cloth. Once again, the thunder grumbles in the distance.



The Stranger



!29f_UseMyBf - I want you to slap him around good. don't hold back. make him cry. and don't let him cum, okay? it's all selfish. all about you. okay?

hungBristol24 - yea - where is he? does he have flatmates or anything?

!29f_UseMyBf - He's staying alone. The address is no. XX Graining Pl, BSXX XXJD. Just knock loudly, and when he asks who it is, say you're a friend of Jamie's. That's the name of the guy he's house-sitting for. Say you left your coat and you want to get it back. That you talked to Jamie and he said it was okay for you to swing by. Once he lets you in, do what you like.

hungBristol24 - Has he been fucked before?

!29f_UseMyBf - Once, I think.

hungBristol24 - Why are you doing this?

!29f_UseMyBf - I've been watching his history. He's been on the gay chat every night this week. Gay porn. Sissy porn. He's a faggoty bitch and I want him to get what he wants. And the money.

hungBristol24 - Not very much money.

!29f_UseMyBf - ...not my ass ;) Besides, he's always on about how macho he is, talking shit. homophobic. but look at what he watches when he's jacking off his little dicklet.

hungBristol24 - What if he calls the police or screams or something?

!29f_UseMyBf - Just cover his mouth. Slap his ass and push him into the mattress, and once you're buried balls deep in his ass, tell him Sars sent you. Tell him all about this conversation. I don't care. Tell him you won't be the last 'guest' he's going to get.

hungBristol24 - mmmmmm

!29f_UseMyBf - Besides, if he gets lippy or anything, smack him one good and point at his throbbing erection. tough to argue principles with a hardon.

hungBristol24 - mmmmm ;)

!29f_UseMyBf - Yea! So... u going?

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The knock on the door was urgent and rapid. Tim hastily minimized his browser and got up, adjusting his pants to hide his erection. He looked through the peephole to see a youngish guy with dark hair, clean-shaven, and a friendly face on the other side. 

"Who is it?"

"Hi, Tim? It's Perry; Jamie's mate. He told me I could come by and pick up my coat."

"Ummm," Tim hesitated a moment.

"Didn't he text through? He said he was going to let you know."

"No, he didn't text or anything," Tim unlocked the door, "but never mind. Come on in." He opened the door and stood back to let the younger man in. Perry was taller, and more well built. As Tim swung the door shut, he was caught by surprise. Perry immediately gripped him by the arm and, pulling him over, wrapped an arm around his midsection, clamping him close.

"What the-" Perry smacked his face hard before slapping a meaty hand across Tim's mouth, muffling his cries. As Tim struggled, Perry's grip tightened, the arm clamping his chest cinching tighter and tighter and making it harder for Tim to breathe. He was muscled through a doorway and down the corridor to a bedroom, struggling all the way.

"Shut up, you little bitch," Perry's voice was like warm honey as he whispered into Tim's ear. "We're just going to have a little fun." He shoved Tim through the doorway and moved to block the exit, releasing his grip. Tim immediately moved away, glancing around the room and back at Perry.

"No point in fighting me," Perry purred, "or thinking about calling the police. Sars sent me." He smirked. "A present, of sorts. I'm going to make your dirty little fucked up fantasies come true." He shut the bedroom door and turned back around to stare down Tim, who had frozen on the spot at the mention of Sars' name. "And there's nothing you can do about it." He turned back to the door and snapped the lock shut, then turning once more, took a step towards Tim, glancing down at the stiff cock outlined within his trousers. "And from the looks of it, that's got you pretty excited, faggot."

Tim looked down and winced. His cock was rock hard. This stranger was in his bedroom, blocking his only exit, and he knew Sars. What was going on? Perry, still between him and the door, had moved over to the desk and flipped open his laptop, pulling up his web browser. Tim winced again.

"What's this? 'Sissy Cock-Sucking'? 'Surrender to Cock'? 'Gay Sex Chat', hmm what do we have here?" He skimmed through the chat windows' contents. "Someone's been a very, very naughty fucking little boy, hasn't he?"

Tim stammered a bit but couldn't managed to get anything out; his mind was still spinning as he tried to catch up.

"I said hasn't he?" Perry crossed over in two swift steps, savagely gripped Tim by his hair, and marched him over, crying out in pain, to shove his face into the chat windows, like a pet owner rubbing an errant dog's nose in its own mess. "You have a girlfriend, don't you?"

"I-"

"What was that? I said you have a girlfriend, don't you fag? Sars. That's your GIRLFRIEND. What're you looking at all this for, huh faggot? Let's see here... 'I wanna be used like a cheap slut. I wanna be cummed in and left with an aching hardon. I want you to smack my ass and pass me around to your friends-I wanna have cum dribbling outta both ends'-I think we can just about deliver on that, Timmy... All of that and more. Wanna be used, bitch? I'm gonna turn your ass inside out. I'm gonna use you up and wear you out; I'm gonna own your ass, your mouth," he eased his grip on Tim's hair as his left hand shot out and grabbed Tim's testicles through the thin material of his trousers, "and that excuse for a cock you got hidden between your legs, and you're not going to do a thing about it because Sars gave you to me, and because I've got an entire lifetime of dirt on you she'll be only to happy to show all of your friends and colleagues if you don't play along, and because I think you've been wishing for all of this for a long time anyway, now how's that sound, huh?"

He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down revealing an impossible bulge in a pair of tight blue Aussibum pants.

I said 'how's that sound,' huh boy? We're going to have to teach you how to answer when you're asked a question." Tim gasped as Perry's grip on his balls tightened in an instant motion that sent pain rippling through his whole body as his legs gave out. Perry released them as quickly as he had crushed them and buried his hands in Tim's hair once more, tightening his grasp and pushing Tim down onto his knees.

"One more time," he pulled Tim's face closer to the bulge in his pants with each word, "How's... That... Sound... Huh, boy?" Tim's face was crushed against the meaty package, his head held in place by a hand like a compactor. He tried to say something but the sound was muffled as Perry's bulge pressed into his mouth. "Smells good, huh boy?" Perry murmured. "Don't worry, there's plenty of that ahead of you."

Tim's eyes went wide with terror as he felt the toe of Perry's boot begin to bear down on his crotch.

"And don't get any ideas while you're down there. One wrong move and I will turn you into a soprano faster than you can say brokeback, got it?"

Tim's affirmative reply was again muffled by Perry's mammoth bulge.

"Fine, fine," Perry said, easing up his vice-like grip just slightly, "Don't you worry, Timmy, I'm here to answer your prayers, boy. You wanted cock? I've got cock for you. Now let's get started. Why don't you reach up there, pop that sucker outta those pants, and see what you can do for me to make me your friend."

Tim's hands were shaking as they went to the waistband of Perry's briefs and slipped under the elastic, pulling them down hesitantly. When the cock tucked inside was fully free of the stretchy material, his eyes went wide again and his own much smaller member gave an involuntary spasm. He licked his lips, nervously wetting the parched skin, and moved to take the behemoth in his hands when Perry's grip on him tightened once more.

"Now hold on there, this isn't right." He was yanked up onto his feet again. "Get those trousers off. Naked for me. Now! You're mine now and I want to take a look." He let go of Tim's hair and took a step back. Tim stood there for a second, looking at Perry, trying to size up the situation. "Well get a move on!"

The bigger man feinted forward and Tim jumped, then hastily started to undress. As he pulled off his shirt, Perry absently pulled open one of the desk drawers, examining the contents. Tim started pulling off his socks and shoes. Perry opened another drawer. Next Tim started removing his trousers; Perry opened the bottom drawer.

"Well! Look at this!" He bent to retrieve a bright pink buttplug, straightening up and dangling it from his thumb and forefinger like a prize catch. "What have we here? Oh, Timmy! This is too much! You like this? We are going to have so much fun, you and I! Well what's the matter?" Tim was standing in just his pants, waiting for Perry, hands trying vainly to cover his little erection. "Naked, bitch! Bare fuckin' flesh! I wanna see that ass!" Tim slowly pulled down his pants to stand, shivering slightly. Perry walked around him slowly, looking him up and down, before coming to a rest beside him.

"Hands and knees, boy! Now!" He started to get to the floor. "I said NOW!" Perry slapped his ass so hard he let out a yelp as he dropped down to all fours. A glowing red handprint was starting to raise up against the fair skin of his bottom. Perry admired the view for a moment. Tim's ass was a girly ass; faintly rounded hips blossoming into a slight bubble butt, lightly dusted in fine blond hairs that were almost invisible. Using the toe of his boot, he nudged Tim's knees apart, opening up his ass for view, and then dropped to his haunches to get a closer look, putting the pink buttplug on the floor beside him. Tim's anus was clean, puckered, pink, and tightly clenched.

"That's a pretty ass you got there, bitch," Perry said softly. He stuck his forefinger into his own mouth to wet it slightly and then pressed it unceremoniously into the pucker, sending a grunt out of Tim's trembling lips. "Don't worry, we're going to loosen that up." He pulled his finger back out again.

Perry picked up the buttplug and placed it against Tim's clenched hole and started screwing it in. "Better let loose or this is going to really hurt, boy." Tim gasped as the buttplug felt like it would tear his asshole apart, trying desperately to relax his muscles and let the rubber plug in. Perry just kept twisting it in like a machine pressing the ever expanding point into him faster than he could release his grip on his sphincter. Beads of sweat sprang from his pores as he clenched his teeth against the searing sensation, and perspiration dripped from his nose but still Perry pressed on, merciless, relentless, pitiless. Just as it felt like his ring was going to rip open, the plug popped inside and his ass clamped shut around it, spasms of pain shivering back and forth through his body, his breath coming in little ragged gasps.

"Good boy," Perry beamed, "It looks pretty with that little pink bulb sticking out like that. My ass," he gave the other cheek a slap to match the first. Tim's asshole kept clenching and quivering around the unyielding rubber buried in it as Perry got to his feet again and circled back, absently stroking his half-erect member, and stopped once more in front of Tim.

"Suck my cock."

Tim stared up for a second.

"You don't want me to have to tell you again," the threat was like molasses. Wincing with pain, Tim raised himself up into a kneeling position and, with hands shaking, reached for Perry's cock, guiding it to his mouth. Tears streaked his face as he opened wide and started taking it into his mouth. It was huge. With his jaws wide open it was just possible for him to get the first inch or two into his mouth before he gagged, coughing and spluttering as he pulled back. Perry's foot pressed threateningly onto his balls.

"I'd get to work if I were you," he said quietly. Tim opened his mouth again and took Perry's bell end in, then eased a bit more of it into his mouth while both his hands gripped the rubbery thing like a railing. Sighing with a bit of exasperation, Perry bucked his hips, sending several more inches into Tim's wide open mouth. "Come on," he said as he began fucking the mouth hole, "it's not some kind of science project. It's cock sucking, and you're going to get a whole lot better at it if you know what's good for you."

Tim was choking and gagging but Perry had him by the hair again, his right foot was still pressing Tim's balls into the floor as he continued fucking the mouth slowly.

"This is your life now," he said as he thrust in, sending his manhood coursing for Tim's tightly constricted throat. "You're my piece of ass, faggot." He emphasized the word with another full-on pump. "You wanted to play both ends and you pissed off Sars, and now you're mine. And when you go back to London, I'll be there too. You are my cum dumpster now. My bitch. My faggot... It's everything you dreamed of. You are going to fall in love with my cock, worship that bitch, suck it and fuck it and take it whenever I feel like it. You're going to be my on-call hole." He began pumping faster, the head bumping the back of Tim's throat making him convulse as he choked repeatedly. Perry's breath was coming faster and faster.

"My bitch, my bitch! My hole, my little faggot hole." He fucked the mouth hole faster and faster. "My pussy my ass my bitch you're mine, unh, unh, unh," he pounded his cock home over and over and over again as Tim focused his whole concentration on not biting down, "fuuucckk yeeeaah biiitch... fuck fuck fuuuunhk fuuu yeah"

The first spurt of cum went straight down Tim's throat, catching in his esophagus as the second load sprayed into his mouth, coating his tongue. He choked and a string of cum shot out of his nose as more and more pumped into his mouth while Perry held his head still and bucked his hips. Finally, his urgency eased, and he stopped fucking, pulling out to leave Tim with a gaping jaw and cum draining from his sinuses.

"Yeah," Perry said, "my bitch." He wiped himself on Tim's shirt, pulled on his pants and trousers, and walked out. "See you again soon, bitch," he called over his shoulder as the door swung shut behind him.

Tim blew his nose into the shirt and then sat back, feeling the buttplug still buried in his ass. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he started masturbating.



The Stranger



She saw him sitting across the bar. He was alone, probably the only single guy in the bar, although the chances that he was actually single and not just looking for something extra-curricular seemed rather remote to her. Though not conventionally attractive, there was something about the dark eyes and the arch of his brows that attracted her attention, and would not let it go. In fact, she was so absorbed in the study of him that she was not aware her date had returned from the bathroom, or wherever he had been, until he spoke her name.

"Shell?"

Shelly's concentration was shattered at once. She looked at her date--what was his name? Jake?--and frowned. "Hi, uh...where did you go?"

Jake--yeah, that was his name--chuckled at her, mistaking disorientation for nervousness or, worse, emptyheadedness. "I told you, I just had to run to the bathroom. Did you order me another drink?"

Shelly's gaze returned almost unconsciously to the stranger across the bar. "Yeah, I...no. No, I forgot. Sorry, Jake."

Jake rolled his eyes, and spent the next few minutes flagging down the bartender and ordering some sort of cocktail. Shelly found herself unable to care. The stranger was now observing her, the realization of which sent a thrill through her and left her both nervous and excited, like she might have felt on a first date with someone who was obviously out of her league. Then, as she watched, the stranger gave her a slow, quiet smile, then raised his glass to his lips and emptied it. He gave her a wink, then rose and left the bar.

Shelly felt irrationally disappointed. She couldn't bring herself to really listen to whatever drivel her date was spewing at her--all she could think about were those dark eyes. She found she could not really recall any other features of this stranger, though she had the impression of a smaller figure. No, not small, and not thin--compact, perhaps. Well-built. Masculine, but not overly or unnecessarily so.

These thoughts drifted through her mind throughout the next half-hour or so, at which time Jake seemed to realize rather abruptly that his date was not the least bit interested in what he was saying, or his hand on her thigh, or in fact anything about him.

"Shelly? Are you feeling all right?" He struggled to keep the hurt out of his voice.

Shelly looked at him, alarmed and thinking quickly. "Oh, Jake, you know, I haven't really been feeling very well the past couple of days. I didn't want to say anything, though, because I didn't want to have to cancel our date."

She would never know whether Jake saw through her charade or not, although she suspected he did. His goodbye was stiff and unfriendly, and although he offered to walk her to her car, she knew it was only out of obligation. That was just as well--this was only a second date, and she had never really expected it to go anywhere anyway. She said goodnight and excused herself to go to the restroom before heading out to her own vehicle.

She was halfway down the long, sparsely-lit corridor leading to the ladies' room when the stranger came suddenly from behind an alcove (what a terrible design, she thought vaguely) and pinned her up against the wall. One hand was on her hip, the other cradling her neck, his thumb resting against her skull in the little crevice just behind her earlobe. She remembered being distinctly aware that he was rubbing her there gently, almost tenderly.

"I saw you watching me," he said softly, his lips inches from hers. She had expected an accent when she spoke, possibly eastern European, but there was none.

"You're hard to miss," she said, trying not to panic.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "Unless you want me to."

She had been avoiding his gaze--she was too panicky--but at those words her eyes flicked up, startled, and met his. That slow smile crept again over his lips.

"I think you want to invite me back to your place," he said then. "I think you would be more comfortable there."

Shelly frowned. This was ridiculous. "Why would I--"

"Shh." He placed a finger over her lips. Her hip ached where his hand had been. "I know you want to. Think about it."

He released her, and then he was walking back down the hall toward the bar, and she was stumbling towards the bathroom, not drunk but aroused and confused and frightened and excited. She locked the door behind her and propped herself up on the sink to keep from collapsing.

She met her own eyes in the mirror, afraid of the eagerness she saw there. 

"What are you doing?" she asked herself. And then she was out of the bathroom, and down the hallway, and she had met up with him before he was even able to sit back down at the bar. 

"Let's go," she said, breathing hard.

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Shelly struggled a little, almost experimentally, and found herself quite unable to move. Her arms were spread (though not uncomfortably so) to either side, secured at the wrist with cuffs made of something that felt a bit like leather or PVC. These cuffs were affixed to her own headboard with similar-looking straps. Glancing down, she saw identical cuffs, if somewhat wider, wrapped around both her ankles and her thighs, spreading her legs wide.

Looking down, she discovered that she was not naked as she had anticipated, but what little clothing she did have on was sparse. A pair of white thong panties and a matching white bikini hid precious little flesh. In fact, the material was so thin that she could see quite clearly the outline of her dark nipples beneath the tiny white triangles. The air was cold, and she could feel them beginning to harden.

The stranger had blindfolded her the minute they reached her place, before they had even left her car, and the blindfold had remained on until he had dressed her and tied her up. She had never done anything more dangerous or erotic in her life. Strangly enough, she felt no fear, just a strange, intense anticipation. 

Her bedroom door opened. Shelly looked up and found herself once more entranced by those dark eyes. The same naked desire was still burning in them, quietly, almost languidly. Shelly suddenly understood that he was going to make this last all night.

He crossed the room to her right side and tugged gently at her wrist. A smile of satisfaction flickered across his mouth. After a cursory check of the other restraints, he turned to her.

"The safe word is 'squid'. Understand?"

Shelly's eyebrows rose, but she fought back a smile. Safewords were something she had never bothered with, if only because they were silly and somewhat embarrassing by nature. So she forced herself to nod--if this guy liked 'squid', then 'squid' was just fine by her.

"Good." The stranger reached out and stroked the side of her face. "Good girl."

Abruptly he slapped her. There wasn't much force behind it, but it startled her enough that she let out a yelp. That made him smile. He stroked her face again where he had hit her, and let his fingers trail down her jawbone to her throat, then down to her collarbone. Shelly shivered.

His fingers grasped the thin strap of her bikini top. He jerked the string abruptly, causing her right breast to jiggle. He shook it a little harder, and Shelly felt her nipples rub against the fabric. She let out a little exhale of pleasure.

Suddenly he grabbed her nipple through the fabric and squeezed, hard. Shelly yelped again, mostly out of surprise, and steeled herself against the pain. He pulled her nipple away from her body, bringing her heavy breast with it. He shook her nipple gently back and forth, then released it. Her heavy tit flopped back down onto her chest. Shelly's nipple was rock-hard and pulsing. Her pussy was damp.

The stranger disapppeared for a moment from Shelly's view. He returned quickly with a pair of scissors. Shelly sucked in a startled breath as he played the metal tip over her swollen nipple, and for a moment she was truly afraid. Then he sliced the fabric of bikini top and tossed the scissors aside Shelly's breasts tumbled into view. They were large--too big for her frame, the other girls at school had always told her--and her nipples were both hard. She felt a sudden urge to cover herself, although of course she could not, and suffered instead a strange feeling of humiliation.

The stranger seemed to notice. "Look at you, just lying there half-naked with those big tits. What a little slut."

Shelly's face reddened, but she also felt her pussy twitch.

The stranger cupped one of her tits in his hand but did not squeeze. "What are these, like D cups or something? Only fat girls have tits that are naturally this big. These have got to be fake."

He squeezed. Shelly let out an involuntary moan, which made him smile again.

"They sure don't feel fake." He squeezed harder, kneading her large jug. He leaned down over her chest and spat on her nipple, then grabbed the hard nub between his fingertips and rolled it, stroked the tip. Shelly moaned a little louder.

"Good girl," the stranger murmured. He grabbed her left breast with his other hand and pushed the two jugs together. He leaned over again and spat in between them, then rubbed them together so they became slick and wet.

Suddenly he climbed onto the bed and straddled her, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was big--of course it was big--and curved away from him, rather than towards him. Shelly had seen this before, but it still caused her mild surprise. She watched as he pushed her tits together and slid that big dick in between them. Although the act wasn't exactly pleasurable, Shelly found it extremely erotic. Besides, the way he stroked her nipples as he fucked her was very pleasurable. 

Shelly found herself craning her neck to get close enough to lick the tip of his dick as it surfaced. He moaned enthusiastically. Encouraged, she managed to get her lips wrapped around the head of his cock each time he thrust forward. It made a wet little popping sound each time it slipped back out.

After a few more thrusts, the stranger stopped. "You've been such a good little girl, I'm going to give you a reward. But first--"

He released her tits and climbed forward until he was straddling her chest. Shelly instinctively opened her mouth and he slid his cock in. Moaning around his shaft, she pushed her head forward, trying to swallow more and more of it. She found with delight that because of the way his cock was angled, she could slide it deep into her throat without much difficulty. Soon his pelvis was pressed against her face and she was swallowing around a cock buried literally balls-deep in her mouth.

He pulled out when Shelly started gagging. Tears streamed down her face, but her pussy was soaking wet. The stranger stroked her face again, admiringly, and smiled. "Your turn."

When Shelly had recovered, she found he had settled in between her thighs. Her pussy twitched again in anticipation.

He didn't touch her immediately. Rather, he rested his head on his hands casually and observed, "You seem to have wet yourself."

Shelly felt panicky for a moment, thinking she had lost control of her bladder. Then she realized he must only be referring to the juices that had been leaking out of her pussy since he had started playing with her nipples.

"Only dirty girls wet themselves," he continued, his tone darkening. "Are you a dirty girl?"

Shelly shook her head. This seemed to upset him.

"You're lying there half-naked with your legs spread, you little slut," he growled. "Even if I hadn't just had my cock down your throat, I'd say that qualifies as pretty fucking dirty."

He stood up, grabbed his cock. It was still hard, though somewhat less than before. The stranger knelt on the bed between her legs, and Shelly was suddenly quite sure he intended to fuck her right then. She closed her eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with disappointment. She was horny enough, sure, but hadn't he promised--

Suddenly her pussy felt very warm and wet. Shelly's eyes snapped open, and she gasped. He wasn't going to fuck her--he was pissing on her.

His lovely dark eyes met hers. "Dirty girls get pissed on."

Abruptly he aimed the arc of his stream up and over her belly, then across her tits. She felt tiny droplets splashing her face and throat. The smell was strong and acrid. She turned her head to escape it, but there was nowhere she could go. 

The stream stopped. "Turn towards me and open your mouth," he said evenly.

She looked at him with panicked eyes. "Please--"

This seemed to spark something inside him. He leapt on top of her and grasped her chin with one hand, the other still holding his dick, and jerked her head so that her eyes met his. "Use the safeword, you little slut...or open your mouth."

Shelly knew he had defeated her. She would not use the safeword. It wasn't that she felt silly or embarrassed--she was just too proud. She looked for a long moment into those dark eyes, now clouded with anger, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth. 

It was just a little trickle at first. She swallowed it and found it not nearly as vile as she had expected. Then a whole torrent came, and she nearly choked. She closed her throat to keep herself from swallowing any more, and instead let the piss fill up her mouth and spill out down the sides of her face. He pissed and pissed for what seemed like forever, until finally the stream slowed to a trickle, and at last he was shaking the remaining drops onto her face. She flinched.

The stranger stroked the side of her face, wet with his own piss. "Good girl. Now you really will get your reward."

Spitting out a mouthful of urine onto the bedspread, Shelly watched him climb down between her thighs again. He reached up and grasped the tiny strip of fabric of her panties just above her mound and tugged experimentally. The piss-soaked fabric had been warm at first, but now it was cold and clammy against her skin. She shivered again.

"We'll have to get this off you, won't we?" he asked softly, but he did not immediately remove the panties. Instead, he continued to tug on them with sharp little jerks, pulling them tauter and tauter against her flesh. The wetness of the panties and the slipperiness of her juices encouraged the thin strip of fabric to work its way in between the lips of her pussy. Shelly could feel it, like a crude violation.

It certainly didn't escape the stranger's notice, either. "Look at that," he said. "Look at how those panties slide right in between those fat pussy lips like dental floss."

Shelly felt shame and embarrassment wash over herself. She knew her pussy lips were a little fleshy, but no one had ever gone so far as to call them fat.

She felt a finger stroke one of her lips. "Oh, what a dirty girl you are," came the voice again. "So thick and fleshy and nasty. Who would want to put his dick in that?"

He grasped both lips and spread them wide, exposing her pink pussy except for the thin white floss that still ran over it. He pulled the lips away from her body, then pushed them together, wrapping the thong in between. With one hand he gripped both lips and jiggled them a little. Shelly felt, in spite of her own humilition, a thrill of pleasure. The thong was rubbing against her hardened clit, sure, but it was more than that. The degradation was beginning to turn her on.

"I can see your fucking juices leaking out from between these big meaty lips," he said, almost in awe. "It's just fucking dribbling out of you."

Abruptly he reached for the scissor, and cut the waistband of the panties. Though she wanted to look away, she couldn't, and Shelly watched as her fleshy pussy held the panties securely in place, deep in the crevice of her pussy.

"Nasty, isn't it?" the stranger said with a wink.

He peeled her lips apart with a small wet sound. Then he took the two first fingers of his right hand and pushed the thong into her pussy. Shelly gasped, first from the unexpected sensation and second from humiliation as the panties disappeared a few inches at a time until they were almost completely buried inside her. Only one end of the waistband remained, hanging out of her like a tampon string. He tugged on this string just enough to move the panties around inside her. Shelly was startled by the pleasure it caused her.

The stranger chuckled. "Now, little girl, I finally get to taste you."

He leaned forward and Shelly let out a moan as his tongue lovingly stroked those lips he had just degraded. He sucked each one delicately into his mouth, getting her flavor, tasting his own piss. He worked his way up to the hood over her clit, licked it, sucked on it. He reached up and gently pulled the hood back, and there was her clit. He licked it gently, made her squirm involuntarily. Licked it again, coaxed it into his mouth and sucked on it. 

He was sucking on her clit, tickling it with his tongue, when suddenly with one hand he yanked the panties out of her wet pussy. Shelly yelped. His thumb replaced his tongue for a moment as he rose up over her and pushed the panties gently into her open mouth. She was so aroused that she didn't protest--in fact, if she were being honest, the smell and taste turned her on more than a little. She accepted the panties into her mouth and moaned into them as his mouth returned to her pussy.

As he licked and sucked on her hard clit, he slid one finger into her now-empty pussy. He stroked it in and out, slow at first, picking up speed as she tried to arch her hips to meet his thrusts. He added a second finger, then took his mouth off her pussy as he began to fuck her in earnest. Shelly was moaning loudly now, though her sounds were muffled by the panties.

The stranger curled his fingers just so and began pounding her pussy almost painfully. Shelly ignored the pain. She was on the verge of orgasm, an orgasm she could never give herself, no matter how many toys she tried. All of her focus was on the fingers inside her, and that feeling, that feeling--

Shelly screamed into the panties, and came. Juices squirted out of her pussy, splashing all over his hand and forearm, wetting the bedspread, soaking her thighs. He kept pumping his fingers, and she kept cumming, squirt after squirt, until she spat out the panties and begged him to stop.

The stranger chuckled at the desperation in her voice, and stopped fucking her. He left his fingers inside her pussy, however, and his tongue returned to her clit. Shelly could not buck him off--she could barely move--but she begged him to stop. It was too much, too much, too--

Again she came. She didn't squirt this time, but viscous pussy juice immediately leaked out of her abused pussy around his fingers, running down the crack of her ass and pooling on the bed beneath her. His tongue followed the trail of her juices. 

It was going to be a long night.



The Stranger



You spot him as soon as you enter the carriage. Tall, very tall. He's a good few inches taller than you, - maybe 6'4'' to your 5'10'' in your heels. - And he's young, well much younger than your 34 years anyway. He's handsome, so fucking handsome, in a surfer dude sort of way. Longish blond hair. Tanned, smooth skinned face with a permanent stubble on his firm jaw. And those eyes... Those gorgeous deep, deep blue penetrating eyes that seem to pierce to your very soul every time they make contact with yours. He's wearing his usual white t-shirt, stretched tightly over his muscular chest and arms. His lower body, as always encased in faded denim, has a firm, tight bottom topping off those long legs with their hard thighs separated by a very,very impressive bulge.

He's certainly not one of the soft-bodied office types that usually occupy the train at this time of day. No, he works for a living. His big strong hands are calloused as only a manual worker's would be, - rough, and yet, surprisingly well manicured you notice. He wears boots that are well-scuffed and covered in dust that probably comes from some building site. He is what he is. A dream for any married, mother of two, to fantasize about.

Gradually you are pushed towards him as the carriage fills, ever nearer to his hard young body. Eventually the pair of you are forced together by the pushing throng of people desperate to get home after their mundane workdays. You feel his heat. The warmth of his body seems to envelop your own tired limbs, making them feel young again. More alive, - excited even. You can feel your panties moistening as your pussy twitches at the contact between you. He smiles down at you and shrugs his shoulders as his crotch is pushed against yours. Your heart seems to miss a beat or two before pounding in your chest as he mouths an apology. He's not embarrassed. Not at all. More...aloof, - maybe even arrogant. He knows exactly what the contact is doing to you. Does he know how wet you are? Can he smell your arousal? You're certain you can...

The train lurches as it sets off, pushing your soft breasts even harder against him. You recognise his smell. Aramis, - the same as your husband wears you think, delightfully mixed with a working man's sweat. You feel his large hands go to your hips, steadying you as you recoil away from him as the train picks up speed. The touch of his fingers is electrifying as they grip your hips firmly. Wait... He's not pushing you away... He's pulling your lower body even tighter against him. You can feel his penis now. Hard. So, so, big. It seems to have a life of its own as it pulses against your mound, sending ripples of delight through your whole body. You try to pull away, you really do. He's not having it though. He pulls you towards him. Reaching round and gripping your soft buttocks so he can get a better grip as he grinds your sopping crotch against his rock-hard phallus. This can't be happening can it? You're a faithful, mother of two. Married to a wonderful man. The only man you have ever known sexually. Now a perfect stranger is forcing your body against his. Pushing his hard cock against you in an illicitly carnal way that can only have one result...

You look up into his eyes, silently pleading with him to set you free. Instead he bends his head and clamps his soft sensuous lips against yours. You only resist for a second before opening your own lips to welcome him, meeting his probing tongue with your own as they fence in erotic combat. He eventually pulls his mouth away from yours, smiling down at you with what can only be described as an arrogant smirk. You feel him release your hips, only for his hands to appear on your shoulders. You sense what he wants. No... You don't even do that for your husband... The stranger starts to push down on your shoulders, trying to force your head down to where he wants it to go. You resist at first, briefly trying to free yourself from his grip. It's no good. Resistance is futile. You know you want this. You know you will do as he insists. You can feel your arousal overcoming any sense of non-compliance you may have felt a few short seconds earlier. His hands firmly push your head down towards his crotch.You squat in front of him, your knees spreading wide apart and allowing a waft of your arousal to creep into your nose. Your resistance has totally dissipated now. Instead, you impatiently reach up and grip the top of his zipper before pulling it down with a loud rasp. Oh My God! - no underwear!

He reaches down and extracts the throbbing cock from its confines, carelessly slapping your face with it as he points it at your waiting mouth. Fuck! He's so big. You can't get that in your mouth surely. Wetting your lips with your tongue, you nervously kiss the end of the pulsating shaft, tasting the slightly salty tang of the large blob of white mucous hanging there. Mm-mm, not as bad as you thought it would be. Surprisingly you find the taste incredibly arousing, the thought momentarily flying through your confused brain that you will finally give in to your husbands pleading and do this for him later.

Gently gripping the bottom of his cock with your right hand, - your fingers not meeting your palm as they encircle the soft warm shaft you notice, - you slowly envelop the bulbous end with your wet lips and tentatively suck. You aren't sure if that is the correct way of doing things, but it seems to be OK with him as you feel his hands at the back of your head, forcing himself deeper into your wide open mouth until he makes you gag as he hits the back of your throat. You splutter a little as he withdraws slightly, your tongue roughly licking at the slit at the end of his shaft. That seems to be good for him too as you hear him grunt his approval from above. You look up. His beautiful eyes grin down at you as you continue to suck on his manhood. You feel him wrap his fingers in your hair and gently begin to saw in and out of your mouth, pushing deeper and deeper, the gagging sensation gradually reducing as your throat gets more and more used to the invasion. Slowly but surely, your lips get closer to the bottom of the invasive shaft, your nose eventually nuzzling into the crinkly pubes that surround his genitals. You hear him moan softly. You look up at him once more, noticing his eyes are closed, the obvious enjoyment he is feeling enveloping him as he gives in to his feelings of ecstasy.

Strangely, you are filled with illicit pride. Proud and thrilled that you can give such pleasure to a man. A man you have never met before. Never spoken to, much less sucked his cock deep into your throat. You feel him increase the speed of his thrusting. You're not sucking him off any more. Now he is fucking your mouth. No other words for it. He is pounding in and out of you as he would if he was actually fucking your pussy. You feel him begin to tense. Reaching around, you grip his hard buttocks, digging your sharp nails in, just like you do to your husband when he is fucking your hot steaming cunt. No shame. No regret. You want this. You want this stranger to spurt his hot cum deep into your mouth. Your virgin mouth. Never tasted a man's cock before. Never felt a man deep in your throat as he gets ready to cum. Now my lover. Now!...

You feel the hot, thick sperm shoot from the end of the twitching cock. You're surprisingly slightly disappointed that you can barely taste it, feeling it splash at the back of your throat a long way past your taste buds. You become aware that your fingers are now deep inside your panties, furiously rubbing your hard clitoris as you try to release the orgasm you desperately need. He slips from your mouth, barely any softer than when he entered it. His hands roughly, authoritatively, turn you around so you are facing away from him. You again feel his hard hands on your hips as he drags you upright, then bends you at the waist so your bottom is stuck out towards him. Your skirt is lifted. Knickers are ripped from your backside with a loud tearing sound, as he firmly spreads your legs. You feel so exposed. Your dripping cunt is on display as he fingers you. Two, three, maybe more penetrate your sopping sex as he readies you for what you know is about to happen. Then you feel him. His fingers have left your dripping pussy, leaving you feeling empty and frustrated as it gapes open for him. Oh God! There he is. Pushing deep inside you with one firm thrust. Deeper than anyone has ever been before. Bouncing off the entrance to your cervix. Painfully? Maybe a little, but so, so wonderful...

For the first time you notice your surroundings. You see the many lecherous faces watching you as your new lover begins to fuck you. Men drooling at the sight before them. Woman, - some looking on in disgust, - but most of them watching enviously as you are taken so domineeringly by a perfect stranger. Suddenly a pair of hands grabs your hair and pulls your head up. You find yourself looking into the grinning face of the blackest man you have ever seen. Not just black, but a deep shiny ebony colour. Oh God No! He has his cock out. It is pointing directly at your face as he pushes your head down towards him. You can't do this. What do they call it? Spit-roasted? And in public too!... Oh Fuck!...

You know it is useless to resist. He is going to have you whether you want him to or not.Your body's whole inexcusable and depraved compliance is turning you on much more than you could ever admit, causing your hot, steaming cunt to grip the beautiful cock pounding in and out of it like a soft velvet vice. You smile up at your first black lover and gently take his uncircumcised cock in your hand. You pull the thick foreskin down, stretching it as you expose the wet helmet. Its shiny blackness is nowhere near as big as the one fucking you from be behind, but is still larger than your husband's you notice. Your heart gives a nervous flutter as you take only the second cock in your married mouth and swallow him in one lascivious gulp. He goes down the back of your newly stretched throat like a huge piece of black sausage as you don't even cough this time. He doesn't last long. The watching of you getting fucked has obviously done nothing to help his control as he almost immediately begins to jerk and twitch in your mouth. Your second load of cum splashes over your tongue, this time you taste it properly though. Mm-mm, not bad. Slightly salty, but lovely and thick. 'Fuck!' you think to yourself as you lick the residue of your latest blow-job from your lips, 'I am turning into a complete cum-loving slut.'

The black cock is swiftly replaced by another. An older white man this time. Not as hard, or as long. Nowhere near as thick. The new man lasts much longer than the previous one. His age, - or maybe his greater experience, you don't care. You suck enthusiastically at him, trying to draw yet another load of hot sticky cum from an erect cock. Your first lover is still methodically screwing your willing pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ultra-sensitive clitoris as they bounce between your legs. Both men cum, almost at the same time, inducing yet another orgasm deep inside your body as your mouth and cunt are both simultaneously filled with male seed. They withdraw from your apertures, quickly replaced by two more. It goes on...and on...and on. Men pawing at your sweat-soaked body, their hands roughly squeezing your sore breasts as the hard-tipped orbs dangle in front of you, your bra disappeared somewhere along with your knickers. More men taking turns at your cunt and mouth. Being watched by other jealous women pretending to be disgusted.You want to scream. Protest at the rape of your married body. But it's not a rape. It's something you fantasised about. Talked about many times with your husband when he had you blindfolded and at his mercy. It's not rape. It's not even sexual assault. You willingly allowed yourself to be used by the first man. Allowed him to abuse your body in full view of all the others. Tell the truth...YOU FUCKING LOVE IT...





The Stranger



I was soaking my sheets, feeling lonely and desperate, but refusing to touch myself. I was saving it for him. I called his cell phone from the bedroom, not wanting to get up and lose the position I had put myself in. I begged for him to come to bed, "Soon," he answered. 

"Can we play when you do?" I asked, my hopes still high. 

"I don't really feel like it tonight." He replied, breaking my heart. Realizing I was waiting for nothing, I informed him that I would take care of myself, hung up my phone and slid my hand between my slippery legs.

A few moments later, he was sitting beside me on the bed. "Do you want to help?" I asked in my most seductive voice, hoping he would consent to the slightest touch.

"Not really." He said, patting my arm and turning up the television. I let out a heavy sigh and opened my sock drawer. 

"Will you be offended if I use this?" I asked, not really caring about the answer as I began to insert my vibrator. 

"No, I don't care." He said without taking his eyes off the television. I shoved it in and out quickly and used the four fingers of my other and to rub my engorged clit vigorously. And then I did something I've never done before. I closed my eyes and fantasized about another man.

I was sitting on the train, reading a magazine on my way to work. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, enjoying the feeling of my silky smooth thighs as they rubbed against each other. I could feel someone watching, so I bent into the aisle to take my cell phone out of my purse, looking back as I did. On the opposite side of the train I saw a young bearded man staring at me. He looked away when our stares met, but couldn't stop a smile from curling the edge of his lips. 

I sat up straight, grinning to myself. I licked my finger and flipped from one page to the next, unable to focus on what I was reading. The train came to a stop and my purse flipped over, sending some of its contents rolling down the aisle. I stooped over, scrambling to shove my possessions back into the safety of my bag. Too late I heard a tube of lipstick rolling out of my reach. I watched helplessly as it rolled down the walkway, only to be stopped by a brown shoe.

"I think you dropped this. " said the bearded man, holding the tiny black tube in his outstretched fingers. 

"Ha, thanks." I giggled nervously, realizing now that my position fully exposed my cleavage and lacy black bra. I sat up and the stranger slid into the seat beside me. We talked for several minutes, mostly innocent chit chat when we realized we were both heading to the same stop. 

"Are you going straight to work, or do you have time for a cup of coffee?" He asked with a hint of eagerness. 

"No, I have a few errands to run, one of which was getting a cup of tea." I said with a smirk. We departed the train, him placing his hand between my shoulders as we walked. Despite my clothed back, his touch made my nipples tingle and my breath quicken. How long had it been since another man touched me? 

We snagged a small table outside the coffee shop inside the station. He sat across from me, staring at me over his coffee cup. I continued our conversation between sips of my hot black tea. We were both married and, despite our current rough patches, were in love with our spouses. He was a father and I spoke candidly about my battle with infertility. 

I couldn't help but beam. So long had it been since I enjoyed a real conversation. Learning about someone knew, discovering shared interests, reminiscing about past experiences. He broke his arm as a child, moved across the country several times and I laughed when he told me about high school dating in the mid-west.

My life was much less interesting, but he hung on my every word. I married young, probably too young, and had no romantic experiences prior to my husband. And that's when he asked the question I had tried so hard to answer myself. "When did it all change for you?" His low voice spoke with a blend of sympathy and sadness. 

"I don't know." I admitted, "He's just not there anymore." He reached across the table and placed his hand on mine, making my pulse race. A silent tear rolled down my cheek and he wiped it away with his thumb. I drove my face into his open palm, enjoying the feel of warm skin pressed to mine. His wife was having an affair, he confessed. 

He began suspecting infidelity when his wife suddenly stopped desiring sex. He saw her having lunch with another man and the look in her eye told him what he needed to know. He had yet to confront her, he said, worried that, despite his willingness to forgive, she would end their marriage. I stroked his arm and looked at him with understanding eyes. 

After almost an hour of conversation we stood to go. He gripped my elbow and pulled me to him, planting a kiss directly on my lips. My heart jumped at the feel of his tongue in my mouth. I relished in this stranger's taste. He held me tight in his arms and I pressed my heaving breast to his chest. 

We finally broke our embrace and, breathing heavily, I took him by the hand and lead him around the corner. I pulled him into the single occupant bathroom and locked the door behind us. 

I discovered this room, the only bit of privacy in the entire train station, by accident one day after spilling my tea down my shirt. The kind barista pointed me to this place to clean up and, ever since, it was the only restroom in the station I would use. The white tiled walls shone in the florescent light and a scent of bleach drifted into my nostrils.

He pushed me into a corner, putting his hand on my jaw as he kissed me deeply. We took turns being the aggressor, first him and then me pushing my tongue deep into his mouth, him sucking on it as I did so. I let out a little moan as I felt his hand slip under my denim skirt and into my white cotton panties. He tickled my clit and I wrapped my arm around his neck for leverage. I lifted my leg, resting my brown ballet flat on the handicap railing, allowing him better access to my wet pussy. 

He pulled his lips away and touched his forehead and nose to mine. He gazed into my deep brown eyes and I swam in his green pools. "Okay?" he asked. I nodded slightly and he plunged two digits deep inside me. I rocked up onto the tips of my toes, and then down again, enjoying his knowledgeable fingers exploring my g spot. After several thrusts of his fingers, he pulled out and placed his hand on my fleshy ass, gently kneading it.

He pressed his body to mine, grabbed my thigh and lowered my leg. I groaned in a half hearted protest, but stopped when he started to slide my skirt and panties down my legs. Once they hit the floor he returned to me, pulling my blouse down and my bra aside, exposing my milky white breast. He took my hard pink nipple in his mouth. I pulled his shirt over his head, coming back to run my fingers through the curls that covered his chest after I had tossed it aside. 

I lifted my foot again, feeling his rock hard cock press against my aching pussy as I surrendered myself to him. He fell to his knees and buried his bearded mouth between my legs. He started by sucking on my lips, pulling them out with his teeth and releasing them to spring back. My breath quickened when he moved to my clit, circling around it, first with his tongue and then slurping it into his mouth. With my panties removed, the salty sweet smell of my vulva, like an early morning ocean breeze, filled the room. 

His beard prickled my naked vagina, filling me with even more sensations. He plunged his tongue into my dripping hole, causing me to bite down hard on my lower lip. I gasped when, without warning, he shoved his still lubricated index finger into my virgin asshole. He reached up with his other hand, twisting my nipple, causing my whole body to tingle. I was completely stimulated: his beard, his tongue, his nose, his fingers, all working to bring me ecstasy. I put my hand on the back of his head, running my fingers through his dark hair and pushing his face deeper into me. I could feel him smile against my wet, red skin. 

Finally, afraid I was nearing the end, I pushed his head away. He stood with a confused look on his face. I fumbled with belt, button and zipper as I licked my sweet mess off of his chin. He closed his eyes, enjoying my bath. When, finally, his pants and boxers dropped to the ground, I pushed him into sitting on the toilet. My eyes dilated at the sight that was before me. Without hesitation, I shoved all eight inches of him in my mouth. I sucked the salty goodness off of his tip, causing his thick brown hair to stand on end. 

After only a moment, he pulled my head away and tasted my lips. He took my hands and helped me up. I straddled him, plunging his enormity into me. "HOLY FUCK!" I screamed, not caring if the outside world heard. He thrust up and I pushed deep into his pelvis. I was completely filled and experiencing sensations I had never known possible. 

My body was flush and the look in my eyes told him my climax was just on the horizon. I bit his earlobe and whispered in his ear, my hot breath lingering as I begged "Say my name. Please, say it." 

His face softened, and pulling me close so our noses rubbed again, he asked "Are you ready?" 

Never had a man waited on me, and I replied "Oh, God, yes!" With each of his final thrusts he spoke my name, at first a whisper, his voice growing into a scream as we both let go. Together we plummeted into the euphoria neither of our marriages afforded anymore. I fell into his lean, muscular torso, letting his chest hair tickle my cheek as he enveloped me in his strong, masculine arms. We held each other tight, overwhelmed with passion, refusing to address our shame. Not yet. 

I knew it was wrong. I love my husband dearly, but I hoped against hope this wouldn't be the only secret tryst with my fellow train passenger.



The Stranger



Before you read this, I'd like to state that I don't support or condone rape. This story popped into my head one morning so I typed it out. This is my first attempt at writing so I welcome any and all feedback, but please try to keep the criticism constructive. Enjoy.

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It was a night like any other night. You lay in bed reading when the light from your bedside lamp glinted off the ring again. He had proposed just a week ago, but you barely had time to celebrate with him before he was sent out of town for a business conference. You stare at the ring for a couple moments, admiring the way the light played off the diamonds when you realize that reading was going to be impossible, you were too busy thinking about him. You reluctantly mark your place in the book and change into your plain jane flannel pajamas, no need to put anything sexy on, he was out of town for another couple days. You shut the light off and roll over, quickly falling asleep. 

Suddenly you're awoken by a rough hand clamping over your mouth and a cold piece of steel being pressed against you neck. "Scream and it's the last thing you'll do" says a gruff voice quietly from behind a black ski mask. You nod your head and the hand and steel slowly pull away. The Stranger then grabs the neck line of your pajamas shirt and roughly rips it open. Strangely, the only thought in your head is "well so much for this shirt" as The Stranger then removes your pants, exposing your normal white cotton panties. He then rips your panties off and roughly shoves them into your mouth. "They stay in there and you'll see the sunrise again" the Stranger says. Again, you slowly nod your head. The unmistakable sound of duct tape being unrolled hits your ears and The stranger bounds your ankles together. He then rolls your over and does the same to your wrists behind your back.

He rolls you over again and the sound of a zipper being undone reaches your ears. You look down to see The Strangers rigid cock as he kicks his pants into the corner of the room. He pushes your knees apart and you feel a slight pressure as he enters you. He slides the full length of his penis into you and slowly starts thrusting, speeding up and slowing down at just the right times as if he already know your body language. A startling realization hits you and you find yourself enjoying it, despite the fact that The Stranger was just holding a knife to your throat. Before you can stop yourself, a moan of pleasure escapes from around the shredded panties stuffed in your mouth. The Stranger seems to sense whats happening and alters his thrusting, before you can stop it, Your first orgasm rolls over you, and then another and a third. The Stranger seems to know your exact rhythm and thrusts with perfect timing to trigger the next orgasm. 5 consecutive orgasms crash over you before you realize The Stranger has speed up, ruining the rhythm. It then dawns on you what's about to happen and the fear hits you for the first time as The Stranger's orgasm hits and he fills you with his cum. 

He pulls out of you and rolls you over. Realizing he's not done, you wonder what's going to happen now as your butt cheeks are pulled apart. Fear washes over you, obliterating your concern over his seed, which is now dripping out of you and onto your bed sheets. You barely have time to think about the last vestiges of your virginity as something enters your behind, but its not nearly big enough to be his cock. You realize he has inserted a finger as the pressure increases and a second finger enters you. "At least he's courteous" you think as he plays with your asshole, slowly stretching it to accommodate his girth. As suddenly as they entered, the fingers are withdrawn and you feel the head of his cock press against you. It slowly enters you as he takes the last of your virginity. As his cock slides into you, you feel mostly pain, but also a small amount of pleasure. You feel his stomach press against your ass cheeks and realize he is fully in you now, as the pain is slowly replaced by pleasure. The thrusting starts slowly, and you feel yourself stretching out as the pain slowly recedes. Soon enough, The Stranger is thrusting at full speed and, while there is still pain, you find yourself surprised at how much pleasure sodomy brings as your next orgasm slowly builds. Your surprised at the fact that your being brought to orgasm by anal sex, but the surprise gives way to bliss as your orgasm explodes like a bomb and a scream of pleasure escapes, muffled by the panties. The Stranger suddenly stops and you feel his cock pulse with another orgasm.

He exits you again and leaves the room. You think to yourself "are we done? He left me tied up here, what if no one finds me?" and you hear the bathroom sink start up. The Stranger reenters the room and turns you back over. This time he doesn't hesitate and re-enters you, getting right down to it. His thrusts are long and hard, shaking you and the whole bed as if there was an earthquake occurring. He paws at your breasts, mashing them together and squeezing your nipples while his powerful thrusts bring you closer to orgasm. As your next orgasm rushes towards you, you know its going to be one of the best orgasms of your life, and you give yourself to him willing him to keep going. Your orgasm explodes over you and you arch your back and scream past the panties and begin to spasm while multiple orgasms smash over you. You try to keep count but lose it when you reach double digits and he suddenly exits from you. With a sense of loss you look down as his cock explodes and flings streams of sticky white cum over your body. You feel no regret or fear as the hot ropes of cum splash across your body, criss crossing you like railroad tracks from your belly button to your forehead. 

As you lay on your bed, wondering what's going to happen now, the panties are pulled from your mouth. You glance up at The Stranger as he pulls the ski mask off, revealing your fiancé. A laugh escape's from your mouth as he carefully cuts off the duct tape and helps you up. You hear him fall onto your bed as you start the shower up and smile to yourself thinking about how this has changed your relationship. Your surprised to find yourself thinking about how you'd gladly allow him to do such things to you again as you realize your now his sex slave... but you can live with that.

Alternate ending

As you lay on your bed, wondering what's going to happen now, The Stranger pulls his pants back on. He then removes the panties from your mouth and carefully cuts the duct tape free. Without another word, he walks out of your bedroom and your life. As you carefully walk into the bathroom to clean up, You find yourself wishing you knew who The Stranger was and consider running out to the street to try to find him. As you shower, an odd feeling of loss hits you and the shower water mixes with tears, Not tears born of the violation you felt, but of the loss of the one man you now felt devoted to. The light glints off your engagement ring again and you slowly remove it from your finger.



The Stranger



I cannot sleep. There is a desperate burning in my loins, an emptiness begging to be filled. I climb out of bed and pace the room in my flimsy nightgown. I wore it hoping to entice my husband to make love to me. I practically begged him to fuck me. He said he was tired and rolled over. Now he lies there snoring.

My husband shows no real interest in sex anymore - at least not with me. Occasionally he will climb on top of me, stick his penis into my vagina and quickly deposit his semen. There is no foreplay. He doesn't even kiss me. I need more than that. I need someone to make me feel like a woman again.

I look out the window. It is raining. I am startled to see a man wearing a hooded rain jacket standing in the yard. I know I should scream for help but I don't move. The emptiness in my loins draws me to him. One of my fantasies is being taken by a stranger. Lightning flashes and I get a brief glimpse of his rugged face. I shudder.

"It's only a fantasy," I tell myself, "It could never really happen. It would be reckless and dangerous."

Lightning flashes again. He is looking up at me. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive. Moisture gathers in the crevice between my legs. My nipples feel like they are going to burst. I slide a hand under the short hem of my gown to touch myself. I know it's crazy but I am going to masturbate while looking down at this man I don't know.

I turn my head to make sure my husband is asleep. When I look back into the yard the stranger is gone. I feel disappointed and cheated. I rub my swollen sex. It feels good, but it's not the same without the stranger there to watch. I know that I am being silly and pull my hand out from between my legs.

I go downstairs to the kitchen to make sure the door is secure. I look out the kitchen window. Part of me hopes he is still there but the stranger is nowhere to be seen. I nervously open the back door to make sure he is gone. Suddenly he steps out of the shadows and stands directly in front of me.

He is a big man - tall with broad shoulders. I know I should slam the door and scream. I don't. My heart is racing. Excitement seeps from my body. My swollen nipples burn with desire. I no longer care how dangerous he might be. I want this man to take me, to fill me, to fuck me until I beg him to stop.

I move back from the door practically inviting him to enter. He steps inside. Rain drips from his jacket onto the floor. My heart pounds in my chest with a mixture of fear and excitement. He reaches up to touch my face. His fingers brush across my cheek. Despite the cold rain, his touch burns into my flesh.

My breathing is heavy. My breasts are heaving from the exhilaration I feel. His fingers trace along the line of my jaw. In the darkness I can almost feel his eyes boring into me and telling me of his carnal desires. His huge hand moves down to my neck and then to the deep-cut of my gown. His fingers graze the valley between my breasts.

I am trembling - not with fear, but with need. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming for his touch. His hand moves inside my gown and cups my breast as if weighing its fullness. His thumb brushes over the hardened bud poking out from my nipple. I moan softly into the quiet night.

Using both hands the stranger slowly pulls the nightgown up my body. I raise my arms over my head and let him remove it. Lightning flashes through the window exposing my naked body to his gaze. He presses a hand between my legs. His fingers slide across the moist petals of my womanhood. An audible gasp escapes my throat.

The stranger slides a large finger into my moist hole stretching me open. I spread my thighs and tilt my hips forward. He pushes a second finger inside me. My mind is unable to form complete thoughts. I am only aware of the rhythm of his fingers stroking me, filling me, plunging into the depths of my desire. The other hand squeezes the soft tissue of my breast and tortures my burning nipple.

His thumb finds the tiny button at the top of my opening. It is already swollen with excitement. I try to contain the pleasure coursing through my loins but it is impossible. I squirm against his hand. My breathing becomes erratic. A series of spasms grip my insides. I let out an audible squeal. My body quivers from the momentary release.

His fingers continue to move inside me. I grab his arm for support. Another series of spasms sends me spinning into a storm of orgasmic bliss. My legs get wobbly. I am shaking uncontrollably. The pleasure is too much. In an act of desperation I squeeze my thighs together and push his hand away. He holds onto me to keep me from collapsing.

The stranger guides me across the room to the kitchen table and sits my naked body in one of the chairs. I am still trembling with excitement. He shrugs off his rain jacket and lets it fall to the floor. He steps directly in front of me. I look up and try to make out his features in the darkness of the night.

A bolt of lightning illuminates the room. The stranger is wearing a black t-shirt molded tightly to his powerful arms and torso. He pulls it over his head and lets it fall to the floor. My eyes travel down his body. Another flash reveals the outline of his firm manhood bulging out from the front of his jeans. I slowly raise my hand and trace my fingertips along the length of his shaft.

My nameless lover unbuckles his belt and pulls down his zipper. Using both hands I tug on his jeans and yank them down his thighs. Another flash from the storm illuminates his erect member straining to rip through a pair of tight briefs. I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down freeing his massive hardness from its prison.

I can barely make out the shadow of his manhood swaying freely only inches from my face. A series of lightning strikes hit close enough to shake the house. The naked flesh of his hard penis comes to life in the strobe-like flashes. My body trembles at the sight of his throbbing member.

I lean forward and swirl my tongue over the tight skin of his crown tracing it along the ridge leading to his shaft. Slowly I explore every inch of his hard flesh with my lips and tongue, kissing down the length to his testicles. I take each one into my mouth before moving back up and sliding my lips over his swollen tip. 

It has been much too long since I have pleasured a man this way. I realize how much I have missed the feel of hard flesh sliding through my lips and throbbing against my tongue. I take him deep into my mouth savoring the salty flavor of his manhood. It feels so alive and full of sexual energy. My nipples are bursting with excitement. My pussy seeps with desire.

The dormant skills for pleasuring a man with my mouth quickly return. I move my lips up and down massaging the ridges and veins of his bulging flesh with my tongue. I warp my fingers around the base and stroke him in perfect synchronization with my lips. He puts his hands on my head and rocks back and forth pushing in and out of my mouth to match my movements.

The tingling between my legs can no longer be ignored. I slide a finger along my open folds and find the swollen button pushing out from its little cave. A soft moan is muffled by the massive cock stuffed deep in my mouth. I move my lips up and down his length faster and faster. My moans become louder and more desperate. The pressure in my loins continues to build. It releases with a burst.

"NNNNNNGGGGGMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH..."

He falls from my mouth. My pussy clenches in a series of spasms. Spit drools from my lips and dribbles down my chin. I gasp and cough squeezing my trembling thighs together to contain the explosion. I catch my breath and take him back between my lips. I want to devour his hard flesh and suck the essence from his body. I want to feel his ejaculate fill my mouth and savor the taste of his unbridled passion. 

My lips move faster and faster. I pump him with my hand. My tongue swirls around the tight skin of his bulging crown. My fingers gently massage his testicles. I feel them tighten. He swells between my lips. His fingers grip my head. He thrusts into my mouth and grunts. His creamy essence explodes across my tongue and splashes against the opening to my throat.

I feel him pulse again and again filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of hot ejaculate. I wrap my lips tightly around his flesh and suck the last few vestiges of semen from his spent member. He stays hard. I don't want to let him go. His warm seed is pooled deep in my mouth. I swirl it around with my tongue and savor the taste. I have become his shameless whore, his wanton slut.

He pulls out. I swallow. The stranger lifts me from the chair like a feather and lays me on the table. He pushes my knees back and spreads my legs. His lips tease the insides of both thighs. He blows gently on my moist folds sending a shiver through my body. His tongue reaches out and flicks over my hard little bud and then plunges into my steamy passage.

"Oh god... yes," I moan.

He clamps his lips around my quivering plum and continues to pleasure me with his tongue. I squirm on the table and push against his mouth. My hands find the back of his head and try to pull him into me. My moans become louder and more desperate. My thighs begin to shake. My toes curl. The pressure in my belly becomes unbearable. It releases in a violent orgasm.

I buck and jerk against his mouth. Ripples of pleasure grip my insides in a wave of bliss. My shrieks and squeals fill the air. His tongue laps up the juices pouring out from my opening. I move my hands from his head to my breasts. My fingers pinch my burning nipples. I arch my back and grit my teeth. Another wave of spasms grip my pussy.

His tongue moves to my clit fluttering across it like the wings of a hummingbird. Two fingers plunge into my quivering chamber. It feels like my insides are going to burst from the explosions of pleasure gushing out from between my legs. I hear a scream and realized that it has come from my own mouth. My breasts heave up and down as I gasp for air.

My body is still shaking when he finally pulls away. He removes his jeans and kicks off his shoes until he is standing in front of me completely naked. Bolts of lightening reveal a body that looks like a Greek sculpture. His over-sized member juts out from a mass of dark pubic hair. I can see it throbbing with life.

The stranger pulls me towards him until my ass is hanging over the edge of the table. He pushes my legs back towards my shoulders and guides the swollen tip of his huge shaft between my folds. I feel his bulging knob at my entrance and know I am about to get what I have so desperately craved.

"Fuck me," I hear myself say using words I haven't said to a man in ages.

His hips leap forward driving his hard meat deep into my body. He plunges into me again stretching my tight passage to accommodate his size. He continues to plow into me filling me like no man has ever filled me. Every nerve ending in my body can feel his hard, almost violent, thrusts.

My head jerks backwards each time he slams into me. He wraps his hands around my thighs to keep my body from sliding away. I grab the sides of the tabletop in a death grip in an attempt to maintain my bearings but it is a losing cause. I feel like I am being torn apart by the non-stop explosions ripping through my pussy.

"God yes... fuck me... FUCK ME..."

My screams of pleasure turn to whimpers of exhaustion. He finally stops moving. His huge cock is still buried deep inside me. The walls of my vagina twitch against him as the convulsions slowly subside. The stranger pulls me into a sitting position and kisses me hard on the lips. He lifts me into the air and cups the cheeks of my ass. I throw my arms around him.

He holds me like a feather with his cock buried deep inside my body. I pull myself up his length and plunge down impaling my pussy on his huge shaft. I do it again and then again and again and again. He guides my movements with his hands and thrusts up into me each time I come crashing down on him.

"Oh god... yes... more... fuck me..."

He staggers across the room with me impaled on his stiff shaft. We knock over a chair. I desperately hold on tightly and ride him like the whore I have become. He slams my back against the wall and fucks me hard jerking my head upward on each powerful thrust. My heels dig into the cheeks of his ass. My fingers claw at his back. I sink my teeth into the thin skin of his neck. I can't get enough.

He pulls me away from the wall and staggers through the open door onto the porch. I desperately cling to him as I continue to pull myself up and slam down on his hard cock driving it deep into my pussy. He steps off the porch. Rain hammers down on our naked bodies. A bolt of lightening flashes dangerously close but I don't care. All I want is to get fucked by this stranger.

He lowers me to the soaked grass with his cock still buried deep between my legs. I pull my knees to my shoulders and feel him driving straight down into my twitching pussy. He fucks me hard and deep. Explosion after explosion shakes me to the core. My fingernails desperately claw at his back. My screams of pleasure are drowned out by the pounding rain and crashing thunder.

The stranger rolls me over until I am face down on the soaked ground. He lifts my ass into the air and rams his cock deep into my pussy from behind. He slams into me hard and fast driving me across the puddled lawn and through the soaked grass with each powerful thrust. My hand moves under my body. I find my clit.

"OH FUCK... OH FUCK... I'M CUMMING..."

More explosions grip my pussy. The stranger continues to drive his cock between my cheeks and deep into my quivering chamber. I push back against him trying to pull him even further into my womb. My fingers fly across my clit. One orgasm after the next crashes through my exhausted body until my screams turn to whimpers. I am barely conscious when I feel him swell inside me.

I hear his primeval grunt and feel a new warmth spread through my belly as he pumps semen into my body. I squirm against his spewing member. My pussy clenches his thrusting cock trying to squeeze out every drop of his ejaculate into my hungry passage. It seems to go on forever. My body shudders with a final spasm when he is finally finished.

The stranger stays inside me. I feel his heavy weight pressing me into the soaked grass. Rain comes down harder drenching our naked bodies. My pussy twitches against his spent member in a series of post-orgasmic spasms. I continue to squirm against his cock trying to keep this moment alive for as long as I can.

He finally pulls out and stands over me. I roll onto my back and look up at him in the pouring rain. The next flash of lightening shows him staring down at my naked body with a confident smile of conquest on his face. He nods at me and then turns towards the house. I see the powerful cheeks of his buttocks flex as he walks away - the same cheeks that were the force behind his deep thrusts into my body. I shudder. 

I continue to lay there letting the rain pound down on me. I feel his essence slowly seeping out from between my legs and realize that he might have impregnated me. I haven't been on birth control for over a year. I was hoping to start a family, but my husband fucks me so rarely that it hasn't happened. It should bother me that a stranger might be the father of my baby but it doesn't. A part of me hopes I am pregnant.

I watch him enter the house. I finally get up from the soaked grass and stagger on wobbly legs towards the back door. The stranger, now fully dressed, meets me on the porch . He grabs my naked body and kisses me hard on the lips. He finally lets me go. The stranger doesn't say a word as he disappears around the corner. I wonder if I will ever see him again. 

I find my nightgown and pull it over my head. I notice his briefs sitting on the kitchen table. I lift them to my nose and smell a strong fragrance of semen and pussy. He must have used them to clean his cock. I shamelessly slide a hand under my gown and rub my pussy while holding his sex-stained briefs to my nose. I feel like such a slut.

I return to the bedroom and hide the briefs in my dresser. My husband is still snoring. I climb into bed and slowly drift off to sleep with a satisfied smile on my face. 



The Stranger



We have both showered and while Brian puts the TV on to cover any bathroom noises, I clean out my bottom with the anal douche. Although Brian has never fucked my anus, because of his girth, I do love my bum to be played with, and it has to be really clean for that.

When I emerge from the bathroom, the hotel room is dim and Brian wastes no time tying me to the sturdy chair which he has positioned to face the large mirror. My knees are bent and he ties my ankles to the tops of my thighs, then fixes them to the outside of the front legs, while my wrists are secured to the back legs. I stare at my widespread thighs and exposed vagina and anus in the mirror and it's as though it's all happening to someone else. The reality returns as Brian walks over to his bag and returns with a bottle of SuperSlik lubricant. He stands directly in front of me and squirts a liberal quantity of the lubricant into his right hand. Maintaining unwavering eye-contact and with a slight smile turning up the corners of his mouth, he casually opens up my vaginal lips with the fingers of his left hand, and rubs the slippery substance over my lips and inside my fanny. I watch the scene as though in a trance, seeing his thick, hard cock growing by the second, hearing his heavy breathing, feeling the fingers of one hand push up inside me while the other hand squeezes each of my breasts in turn.

He probes deep then moves upwards to score a direct hit on my G-spot. Simultaneously, one of his fingers strays down over my puckered arsehole and teasingly smoothes the lubricant in and around the tight orifice. I can see it all in the mirror and my heart is pounding so hard, I reckon they'll be able to hear it in the hotel reception! I couldn't stop him now, even if I wanted to...

Brian fits a condom on "Rod" - my vibrator - and with a slight back-and-forth twisting motion, slowly eases it into my bottom while licking my clit and fanny and fondling my breasts. Rod is only a few inches in circumference and my arse accepts it without much difficulty or pain. Before we had started, Brian had said it was his aim to make me come by using his tongue on my clit, and the combination of his tongue and fingers and the vibrator in my bum, has the desired effect. Soon I am moaning, writhing and bucking with what I just know is to be the first of many orgasms today.

Next, Brian unties me and gets me to kneel on the bed with my head pushed down into the pillow and my bottom raised up high. He ties my hands behind my back and pushes my knees apart, then fixes a piece of rope around each leg and ties them to the bed rails so that I can't close my thighs.

Finally, he blindfolds me and without any more play, kneels behind me and slides his cock into my moist pussy. Then he says a strange thing, "Just wanted to be first one today."

Of course he's first one today, and the only one, unless my husband is feeling randy tonight. After just a couple of minutes of slow, gentle thrusts, he keeps his thick, hard cock buried in me for a few seconds, then slowly withdraws and gets off the bed. 

"Where are you going?" I call after him in frustration.

"Not far" he said, then "Oh, I almost forgot", and he returns to the bed and pushes a ball-gag into my mouth and buckles it tight behind my head. It is all so quick and unexpected, I don't have time to protest. He gets off the bed again...

After a couple of seconds, I hear the door open. Where's he going, he's naked! Then my heart almost stops as I think I detect a low whisper and hear the door close. Is it Brian just messing about or is there now someone else in the room with him? He's playing games, there's no-one else in the room; he would have said something...wouldn't he? 

I start to dismiss the thought of a third person, but now I can hear some rustling that sounds like clothes being removed, but Brian is already naked, so what's going on? I'm suddenly even more aware of my vulnerable nakedness and exposed fanny and bottom. For a few seconds there is silence in the room and then I hear a quiet tearing noise, followed by what sounds like a condom being put on a penis. I've already told Brian that he doesn't need to use them, so what does this mean? Is it someone else or is Brian going to try anal intercourse? We've talked about the possibility but decided that with a seven-inch girth, it would probably be too painful for me. He must have changed his mind and is going to try anyway!

My heart starts to pound painfully with a combination of excitement and slight fear of the unknown, but I'm given no time to dwell on the feeling; five seconds later I feel movement on the bed as someone takes up position behind me. I can feel bare skin and the slight prickle of hairs against the insides of my thighs and the unmistakeable feel of an erect penis resting against my fanny lips. Hands reach under and lift my body off the bed to fondle and squeeze my breasts and roll my sensitive nipples between hard fingers. I know men love the size and firmness of my breasts and I can hear murmurs of appreciation as they fill the hands of the man who is playing with them. After a while the person, whoever it is, lowers me back to the sheet and releases my breasts. The hands move to my bottom, and thumbs roughly separate my butt-cheeks, then fingers probe inside my vagina and arsehole. I'm shocked; is Brian playing games or has he really invited a stranger to fuck and possibly bugger me?

I start to protest through the gag and squirm to get away from the invasive fingers, but to no avail. The man says nothing, but abruptly removes his fingers from my holes and unceremoniously rams his hard cock deep into my vagina, making me gasp. Now I don't know what to think; Brian doesn't use a condom when he fucks me! The entry is too sudden for me to tell if it's him or not; the cock feels quite thick, but I am so wet and wide open, it's impossible to know for sure. The feeling is so intense that I come within seconds, but the cock keeps pumping in and out and I come again. I moan and scream into the gag but a firm hand pushes my head into the pillow to muffle the sound.

While still fucking me, the man between my legs - surely it must be Brian, playing with my mind - applies some lubricant to my bottom and pushes a finger inside. Soon I can tell that there are two fingers in my arse and then three, stretching the muscles of my sphincter. More lubricant, more finger-probing, more cock-thrusting and I can feel the muscles relax as I squirm and gyrate on the end of his hand and his penis. The fingers slip in and out easily, and I can hear myself moaning as the nerve endings are stimulated. 

I am close to coming again when, without warning, the fingers are removed from my bottom and the penis is suddenly withdrawn from my vagina. Only a few seconds pass, during which it sounds like a condom has been quickly removed, and the next feeling is the hardness of the bare cock as it is pushed against my anus. Instinctively, I clench my buttocks and try to flatten out on the bed to get away, but the man grabs my hips and spreads my buttocks again with his thumbs while pulling me back onto his cock. Pushing relentlessly at the still-open orifice, the erect penis overcomes the resistance of my sphincter and I feel the small opening distending as the cock pushes its way gradually but inexorably inside my tight hole. I'm not an anal virgin by any means, but only my husband has ever gone there before, and usually only when we had both been drinking.

Suddenly, my mind is in turmoil as the full knowledge of what is happening hits me like a punch in the stomach. I now realise with absolute certainty that over the last 20 minutes, I have been groped and handled, raped and now sodomized by a total stranger! Brian would not be able to fuck my arse without it hurting and this is not painful. The unknown and unseen man continues to press his cock inside me as the knowledge hits home. I try to struggle, but the ropes on my legs and the man's hands hold me fast. The penis withdraws slightly, but only so that more lubricant can be applied. The extra lube eases the way and the hard penis moves slowly in and out, filling me, pushing fractionally deeper with each forward movement until I feel testicles resting against the lips of my fanny. The sensation of fullness is almost overwhelming and my muscles try unsuccessfully to expel the uninvited guest. The stranger who has already raped my pussy, now has his penis buried balls-deep in my arse, and I haven't even seen his face! But if I'm being raped, why does it feel so good? If it was Brian's cock, I would have regarded the last 20 minutes as fondling, not groping and handling; a great fuck, not rape; agreed anal intercourse, not forced sodomy. The difference was all to do with two senses - eyesight and touch. I had walked willingly into the hotel room to be fondled, fucked and possibly buggered by Brian, not a stranger, but now it was really happening, what was the difference?

My certainties are confirmed within a few seconds. While the hands still grip my hips and the cock thrusts in and out of my bottom more quickly, I feel movement to the side of me and another pair of hands fondles my tits. There is no doubt now; Brian has acted on my fantasy without telling me! We had talked about me having sex with another stranger and being fucked by two men, but it was only meant to be a fantasy, not the reality that now had me writhing on the end of this unseen stranger's cock!

Brian's voice sounds concerned but calm as he whispers in my ear, "Are you OK? I'm going to remove the gag now." The thrusting between my buttocks continues to shunt me up and down the bed as Brian un-wraps the tape from around my mouth.

"Fucking hell, Brian! What have you done? Who's fucking me?! Oh my God, oh my God, oh you bastard!! Oh Christ that's good!" The words are scarcely out of my mouth when I hear the man between my thighs start to groan loudly and I brace myself as he rams into my bowels, his balls slapping against my vagina. With a final brutal thrust, he stuffs his prick between my buttocks for the last time, holding it there as he cries out and digs his fingers into my hips while he comes. I feel his cock twitching as it pumps its hot semen deep into my forbidden place...

I feel his weight on my back and I am allowed to lie down on the bed, but with my legs bound as they are, I cannot flatten completely and the man's cock remains firmly embedded in my arse, reluctant to give up its prize. He even starts to slide his length in and out again, but gradually the mass reduces in size and flops out. I am mentally exhausted and after the withdrawal of the cock from my anus, I hardly notice when the ropes are untied from my legs. Eventually it registers that I am able to lie flat and close my thighs. I'm grateful for this respite and slump down with my legs held tightly together. My hands remain tied behind me and I am still blindfolded. 

The rape and buggery had stopped only a minute or two earlier, yet the episode seems much longer ago and I feel detached from what should have been a painful ordeal - but wasn't.

"Brian, can you untie my hands?"

Brian's voice comes from inches in front of my face and I feel him stroking my back and bottom, "No, not just yet". "Unless it's painful." He adds. This is my chance to be free and take control of the situation. I know Brian doesn't want me to be in pain from the restriction - he had proved that several times before, when my limbs had started to go to sleep and he had released me immediately. I almost lie and say that it's painful, but the words that come out are "No, not painful but can you scratch my nose, it's itching?" We both laugh as he does as I ask. What a ridiculous thing to say after what had just taken place!

"Turn onto your back" orders Brian and I awkwardly obey, using my elbows and heels to position myself on my back. "That's better" I hear another voice say and a hand squeezes my right breast and lips softly suck on the erect nipple. At the same time, Brian's mouth covers my left breast and nipple and for a minute or two, I am suckling two men, neither of whom is my husband. One of them circles my clit with a lubricated finger and the multiple sensations feel fantastic. Where I should be feeling shame, I feel pleasure. The memory of the cock filling my arse is still fresh, but my sphincter is closing again and I clench my buttocks to try to re-live some of the feeling. God, what am I like?

"We haven't finished with you yet. You can't see the clock, but it's only 11:30 and you've already told me you don't have to leave until 2:45. So we've got about 3 hours of playtime left. In case you're wondering who else is here, his name's Tony. He very kindly agreed to join us and fulfil a couple of your fantasies. He and I intend to carry on where he left off, but you can put a stop to it all at any time by using a "safe" word, which will be "Hilltop". If you say it now, that's an end to it and Tony will get dressed and leave and you will never get to see him. If you use it later, we'll stop immediately and if you want, I'll take off the blindfold and you'll be able see who has been fucking and buggering you this morning."

So, this is it. I can call a halt to everything now and walk away with the memory of Brian and Tony the unseen man, who have done more intimate things to me in an hour than my husband has done in our 14 years together. I hesitate, the word "Hilltop" on my lips. Just one simple word and Tony will leave, never for me to lay eyes on him. One word and I will never know who it is that has just fondled and sucked on my breast, who had earlier fucked me in my fanny and then my arse. We could pass each other in the street and while he would know that he had fucked and buggered me while I was bound, gagged and helpless, I would not know him from Adam, and would always wonder, every time a stranger smiled at me, is that Tony?

Suddenly it becomes vitally important to me to see this Tony's face, hands and cock. I have to see what has been rammed into me, the erection on which I have been made to dance and gyrate. I swallow hard and make my decision, knowing that the price for the knowledge I now craved will be a further three hours of being the plaything for these two vigorous men.

I can feel the tension as both men wait for me to speak. Let them wait, this is my bit of control and they don't yet know that I am about to give it up. I tease them,

"What's the safe word again?"

"Hilltop." Brian said.

"Hilltop." I said, and both men say, "Shit!" simultaneously. I hear Brian sigh and he starts to unwrap the tape around my wrists. I feel movement as Tony gets off the bed.

"Wait," I say. "I was just testing the word."

"You bitch!" says Brian, but I can tell he's smiling, and he holds my face, kissing my mouth long and hard.

Brian pulls me onto my side to face him and I feel Tony return to the bed and take up position against my back. I am sandwiched between them and their hands rove unhindered over my nude body. No part of me is left untouched or un-kissed; neck, shoulders, breasts, nipples, arms, back, torso, belly, buttocks, anus, vagina, clitoris, thighs, legs, feet. Tony's cock is pressed against my lower back and I milk him with both hands before I am rolled over onto my front and my legs pulled apart for more probing. For a while, all four hands and both mouths compete for my flesh until I am rolled onto my back again and Brian - it feels like Brian - spreads my legs, slides his cock deep into my pussy and fucks me hard for a several minutes as Tony continues to handle and stroke my body.

I feel Tony get off the bed and go to the bathroom to clean his cock, then when returns to the bed, he speaks properly for the first time. "Turn your head this way." I know what is coming and I open my mouth wide and allow the semi-erect penis to slide between my lips. It is quite long but not as thick as Brian's and I suck on it more easily. The tip is still oozing with his cum, which I slowly lick off. He holds my head and pushes his cock deeper into my throat. I stop sucking and open my mouth wider to allow him to throat-fuck me. I gag slightly when his cock reaches the back of my throat and his balls slap against my chin. So this really is the scenario that I had intended to keep as just fantasy for when I was using my vibrator. Being fucked by one man while sucking off another! It is really happening - and it feels great!

Brian withdraws his cock without coming and I turn towards Tony, still sucking. I briefly pull my head back and ask him to undo my hands. He agrees, but Brian adds that it is only on condition that I keep the blindfold on for the time-being. It is a relief to be able to use my hands, and I push the still-unseen Tony onto his back and kneel astride his legs. Squeezing the base of his shaft with one hand and cupping his balls with the other, I suck his shaft like my life depends on it. He groans and I remember what happened last time he made that noise and I pull my head back. "I don't swallow," I said, "so why don't you put on another condom and fuck me again?"

Tony is obviously a man of few words and he just gets off the bed to find another rubber.

"How are you doing Laura?" asks Brian.

"I'm doing fine and will be doing even better when I get another cock inside me." I can hardly believe the words that are coming out of my mouth. I think back to the first day with Brian and the hesitancy I had felt at the prospect of having cold, calculated, unromantic sex with a stranger, just to fulfil a fantasy. I think about how I must look on that bed; a lascivious, wanton woman with widespread thighs, inviting not one, but two virtual strangers to fuck her in all orifices. Thank God my family can't see me now!

I lie on my back on the bed, open my thighs wider and bend my knees to raise my pudenda.

"Come on boys, I need someone to fuck me right now. I don't mind who's up first as long as it's now!" I settle back and wait for the next cock to be inserted into my waiting fanny.

There is movement on the bed and without ceremony or foreplay, a penis enters my vagina, sliding in hard and fast. As it thuds into me, I feel balls slap against my anus and know it has to be Tony. Brian has a thick cock but a tight scrotum that I couldn't feel against me, even when he was fully embedded.

This time I have my hands free and I use them to explore the body of the man who has already fucked and buggered me doggie-style and is now fondling, sucking and fucking me in the missionary position.

He's working me up very well when Brian speaks.

"I think there's something about Tony you should know."

"Like what?" I ask breathlessly.

"You can take off the blindfold and find out for yourself."

I hesitate slightly. I've actually been happy not being able to see this stranger, but have always known that curiosity would eventually get the better of me.

As Tony continues to thrust lustily in and out of me, I take off the blindfold and get the shock of my life.

Tony is black!

I have never had sex with a black guy before and had never been sure how I would feel about the idea. But it's way too late now!

Tony sits back on his haunches with his cock still half-inside me and looks me in the eye to gauge my reaction. I say nothing, but prop myself up on my elbows and look down between my legs. As I do so, he starts moving his cock again, sliding in as far as he can, then slowly pulling out so that only the tip is nestled between my outer lips. He repeats the sensual movement, and I watch in almost horrified fascination at the arousing contrast of his long black penis sliding smoothly between my white thighs and into the pink interior of my moist pussy. The hairs around his shaft are tightly curled and as the cock disappears inside me once again, I am ludicrously reminded of Velcro as our pubic hairs intertwine, before he rocks back again and they separate. I almost want to laugh at the thought, but being fucked for the first time by a black man is mind-blowing for me and I still need to get my head around it.




The Stranger



Brian moves the mirror to the end of the bed and positions it at an angle so that I have a good view of Tony's cock sliding in and out. My husband and I don't use mirrors, so I'm not used to seeing myself being penetrated from this angle, and I love it! It's like watching another woman being fucked in a porno film while experiencing the feelings, and in its own way, this is definitely a pornographic situation. 

I continue to view the action in the mirror and when Tony leans forward to fondle my breasts and suck my nipples, the added visual stimulation is fabulous! He has said very little up to this point, but having made my nipples stand up like stalks, he sits back on his knees, and rocks back and forth, gently filling my vagina with each forward motion, and starts to talk.

"Christ, you're lovely. Great tits. Wonderful arse, nice and tight. Brian told me I shouldn't try the anal stuff, but once I'd got three fingers in there, I reckoned you'd be able to take it - and you did." He smiles as he recalls raping my bottom less than an hour earlier and puts his right hand under his cock and slips a couple of fingers back into my arse, while massaging my clitoris with his left thumb.

"You're lucky...mmmmm... I don't report you...ohhh God that's good... for rape and buggery." I say haltingly between his slow, deep incursions and manipulations.

"I don't think you'll be doing that, will you?" he says, very sure of himself and not looking in the slightest bit concerned.

I answer him by groaning loudly and having another orgasm on the end of his cock and expertly probing fingers. Tony responds by removing his fingers, grasping my breasts and speeding up his thrusts until he cums about 30 seconds later. He pulls his cock out almost immediately and I am just about to close my legs, when Brian, who has been watching the action intently, climbs onto the bed and mounts me. Only about five seconds separate the acceptance of two different penises into my vagina - something I had never contemplated before this day. My fanny lips have not even closed from Tony's withdrawal before Brian's thick cock opens me up even more.

"Don't I get a rest?" I ask, semi-seriously.

"Just a quick fuck, then you can have a coffee while we play with your body."

He is as good as his word and cums within a few minutes, but not before he has taken advantage of the sensitivity of my clitoris and has me bucking and writhing with another mind-blowing orgasm!

At last I am allowed to move and I gratefully sit down on the chaise longue and accept the coffee that Tony has made while Brian was filling me. The whole scene is utterly surreal: here I am, totally nude, sipping coffee in a hotel room with two naked men who have just had me in the most intimate ways possible. And of course, it's not over yet, not by a long way.

Even while I am drinking, both men toy with my body. Tony kneels and opens my thighs and for the next 10 minutes gives me some of the best cunnilingus I have ever experienced, licking my engorged pussy lips and circling my clit with his expert tongue. Most of the coffee ends up in the saucer or spills down my breasts. Brian is obviously keen on coffee, because he licks and sucks it off my breasts and belly - and doesn't miss a drop!

Double-penetration.

The three of us have been fucking, sucking and playing for what seems like days but is actually only three hours. I wonder if I'll be able to walk, or even stand, properly when I am finally released!

It had long been one of my fantasies to be fucked, used and abused by two men, and that fantasy was certainly being satisfied today! It might have been different if Brian and Tony were bi-sexual, and I might have been allowed to rest and watch them together. But both were obviously 100% straight and showed no interest in each other at all. Whenever I was "freed" by one, I was immediately taken again by the other. I have never before been so thoroughly, repeatedly and vigorously fucked and fondled, not to mention buggered, which was not surprising, as I have never been with two men at the same time until today.

At one point, Brian unsuccessfully tries to sodomise me, but stops when I tell him it is hurting. He manages to push the first couple of inches into my bum, but his 7-inch girth is too much and he pulls out. 

"Sorry." I tell him, "It's just too thick; I'll have to get more practice with my husband and try again another time."

Tony is obviously not one to miss an opportunity and quickly takes Brian's place.

"No need to wait for your husband, you can get more practice right now." he says, and pushes my head down onto the bed.

"Wait a minute." I say, "I want to see it as it goes in. I've never seen what you guys see when you fuck a woman's arse. Brian, can you move the mirror round to this side?" He does as I ask and wheels the mirror into position and by craning my neck over my right shoulder, I can clearly see the reflection of what is on offer to Tony.

"All right Tony, put it in me, but stand to the left a bit so I can see your cock as it goes in." 

I am so turned on I can hardly breathe, and can scarcely believe the words that are coming out of my mouth! I watch closely as Tony takes the lube and squirts it directly into my bottom and works it around with his fingers. Standing slightly to my left so that I can see the mirror, he holds his hard cock against me and rotates it teasingly around my bottom and fanny before pushing it just inside my anus. The cleft between my buttocks is shiny and slick from the lubrication and I can see the skin pushing in and stretching around the rigid black penis. Tony presses harder, the skin stretches a bit more and another inch of his cock enters my bum. This time, he doesn't move back and forth, he just continues to push in a fraction at a time, adding a little more lube as it goes in. I hold my breath and savour the feeling of fullness as my sphincter tries to contract and unsuccessfully push the cock out. I watch until my view is blocked by Tony's right hip, which is when he is buried to the hilt and I experience the now-familiar feeling of his scrotum resting against my vagina. I am so relaxed and receptive this time and Tony has no difficulty penetrating my bottom with his dark meat. We have discussed anal sex and I know Brian wants to bugger me, if only once, just because it's taboo and wrong, and I feel a bit sorry for him as he is forced to watch my arse being filled again with Tony's black cock. Tony isn't small, but his girth is just that bit less, which makes all the difference between pain and pleasure. Maybe Brian's day will come if I get enough practice...and the same thought is probably going through his mind!

Tony pumps into me as before and it's not long before I cum again with an anal orgasm, but this time, he rigidly withdraws from my bum without cumming himself. It soon becomes clear that the three of us have more to explore before I leave to go home...

Brian lies on his back on the bed and I straddle him, lowering my pussy onto his straining erection until I am fully impaled and my thighs splayed out across his hips. It feels good to have my fanny snugly-filled and to be on top and in control. I grind my pussy down on him and rock my pelvis to and fro, while my 34FF breasts fill his hands. I bend forward so that they are in his face and he squeezes them and sucks on my nipples like a greedy baby. My clit is perfectly positioned to rub against him and I am soon heading for another orgasm when I feel Tony take up position behind me. I should have realised the effect my raised bottom was going to have on him! Brian stops sucking my nipples and looks me in the eyes, saying nothing. We ask each other the same unspoken question: how do we feel about me being buggered by Tony while being fucked by Brian? I continue to look into Brian's eyes and he raises a questioning eyebrow. I nod...and wait for another first experience...

I don't have long to wait.

I carry on grinding away on Brian and Tony pushes me down a bit more, flattening my breasts against Brian's chest. I feel his cock push against me, but it must be an awkward angle because he gives up after a couple of attempts, and says "Can you guys move to the end of the bed?

With me still impaled on his erection, Brian uses his heels and elbows to shuffle down the bed and I move back with him. When we reach the end, my knees are just on the edge of the mattress and Brian's feet are on the floor.

"Perfect." says Tony. "Look behind you Laura."

I crane my neck round to see that Tony has repositioned the mirror so that I can clearly view the erotic sight of my own bottom and fanny as it rises and falls on Brian's thick shaft. Like many women, I'm not happy with the size of my bottom, but all the men I had been with assured me it was lovely - it must be a man thing. After a few seconds, my view is blocked by Tony as he stands behind me with another erection standing straight out from his body...

"You know I haven't done this before?" I say.

"Brian told me, that's what's going to make it so special. Lift your bum up a bit; but not too far or he'll slip out."

I take a deep breath and turn back towards Brian and raise my buttocks by a couple of inches. Tony runs his hands over my back and bottom, separating my cheeks even more, and applies the thick, anal lube. He seems to get as much pleasure using his fingers in my arse as he does his cock and he fingers me for at least a couple of minutes before I feel the now-familiar pressure of his cock against the small mouth of my bottom. What follows is not familiar at all. Slowly, ever so slowly, he eases into me. Where there had been some room for expansion before, there is none now - Brian's cock in my fanny is taking up all the room! The thin membrane that separates my vagina from my rectum is sandwiched between the two penises as Tony lodges his shaft half-way in. The feeling is indescribable and for once I don't know what to do! This is my third "first experience" in one day. Being fucked and buggered by a total stranger had been the first; discovering later that the stranger was black was the second, and now being double-penetrated is the third. What a fucking day - literally!

It feels good, but awkward, as we all try to move together. I quickly realise that I need to be passive as Brian thrusts up into my fanny and Tony tries to get his cock all the way into my bottom at the same time. It soon becomes apparent that double-penetration is more of a mental pleasure than a physical one! It is unnatural and that makes it a "must-do" activity, just to be able to say you'd done it. The two men continue to fuck and bugger me simultaneously, while I do my best to relax and enjoy whatever it is they want to do! They fill me more than I would have thought possible; it feels fabulous being used and abused, and I love the effect my body is having on these two energetic men. After the births of my children, I became unhappy with my body and the stretch marks and felt I had become unattractive to everyone except my husband. The unflagging, hard erections that are still thrusting into me show me that I am wrong. I still don't like my body but it's great to know that men are still very aroused by it.

I feel Brian working up to another orgasm, as I grind down on his thick cock. Then Tony grips my hips hard, a sign that he is about to cum as well. Brian moans loudly as if in pain, squeezes my breasts and pushes so hard into me that I am lifted off the bed. I feel his cock pumping his sperm into my fanny just as Tony does the same in my arse, ramming in and holding it in place, twitching as he empties his semen deep inside. It's an incredible feeling, being double-stuffed with two penises simultaneously buried to the hilt in each hole, both pumping cum into me at the same time. The men hold their positions for several seconds before Brian gradually subsides back onto the mattress, his breathing rapid and uneven. A few seconds later Tony withdraws his cock from my bottom and eventually we all untangle ourselves and lie close to each other, but no longer touching, with me in the middle. My mind is in a whirl but most of all I feel empty...

With about half an hour left before I have to leave to pick up my children from school, Tony asks Brian if he can tie me up again and fuck me. He doesn't look to me for permission and it is as if I wasn't there, or didn't matter. My heart beats a little faster as another realisation dawns on me; I am a closet submissive. I had heard about bondage and domination, but had never thought too much about what it meant or the implications of being involved. I was starting to get an idea now! What I want doesn't matter while we remain in that hotel room and I have little say in what is being done to me. I have the "safe" word and I know I can stop it if I really want to, but I don't want to, and that feeling is massively exciting. Brian looks briefly at me and as though he can read my mind, he gives Tony permission to handle me, tie me up and fuck me any way he wants. My heart pounds heavily again, but I say nothing and wait for Tony to give me my instructions...

Tony stands and holds out his hand. I get to me feet and take the offered hand and he leads me back to the bed and orders me to lie down flat on my back in the middle while he takes two pillows and places them under my back and bottom. He puts two pillows under my head and I feel quite comfortable, but he also gets me to raise my hips while he places another two pillows under my hips, and I become very aware of the elevated position of my fanny and bottom. Taking some rope from the bag he has brought with him, he ties my wrists together in front, then pulls them up over my head and ties them to the intricate headboard of the 4-poster bed. My breasts stretch up and Tony can't resist stopping to fondle and suck them, making me squirm with pleasure. Brian looks on from his chair but I can see his erection starting to grow again.

Tony has evidently tied up women before and I am excited at being restrained and helpless again. He slips a wide, cloth loop over each leg and slides them up my thighs to within 6 inches of my crotch, then threads a length of rope through each loop. Kneeling in front of me, he pushes my legs very wide apart and tells me to bend my knees and stay where he has positioned me. As I do what he says, he loops each rope round a bed-post, about two feet above the level of the mattress, and pulls on the ropes. The effect is to raise my widespread thighs and suspend them just off the bed-sheet. He's good and obviously enjoys his work. Each time he completes a knot, he handles another part of my body and I watch while he takes a nipple into his mouth and pushes three fingers up inside my vagina. He removes his fingers and pushes them into my mouth, making me taste myself and lick my own juices. Next, he slips another couple of cloth loops behind my knees and ties them off a little higher up the bedposts, which leave my feet waving high in the air. Finally, he threads another rope through the upper-thigh loops and ties them to the posts at the foot of the bed.

When he has finished, he sits back on the bed and surveys his handiwork while casually fingering my vagina and rubbing his thumb in a circular motion across my clitoris.

"Not bad. How does it feel Laura? These two ropes are to stop you being shunted up the bed and banging your head while I'm fucking you."

"You're such a gentleman." I respond sarcastically, wriggling as his dark fingers move around inside me. I test the ropes but they hold me firmly in place. I can only bend my legs at the knees and wiggle my bottom.

"I've found that position allows maximum penetration and if I get tired of fucking your pussy, I can stay in the same position and simply move my cock down an inch and fuck your arse again." It is obvious from their straining erections that both Tony and Brian are turned-on by my helplessness and Tony's casual conversational tone.

Tony lubricates my fanny and my anus ("Need to be prepared - just in case" are his words), then he fondles and strokes my body a little more before fitting another condom and pushing his penis all the way into my vagina. Then he does something completely unexpected; he squeezes the base of my right breast, making it bulge above his hand and suddenly slaps it with his free hand! I cry out involuntarily with the pain and Brian jumps to his feet, evidently shocked at this unexpected turn of events. Then the strangest thing happens to me - I feel pleasure as the sharpness of the pain recedes.

"It's OK Brian" I say, a little breathlessly. No sooner are words out of my mouth than Tony slaps my left breast. He looks questioningly at me - and I don't tell him to stop. He starts pressing his penis in and out and at the same time slaps each breast in turn. The combined pain and pleasure is an unexpected turn-on and I find myself hoping he won't stop...

The pile-driving cock and breast-slapping continues until I cum noisily and try to push up to meet his thrusts, but the ropes allow me only limited movement.

"I have to go soon," I say breathlessly, "I can't be late for the kids coming back from school."

"Just two more minutes, I promise." Tony replies. "I've just got to have your arse again."

So saying, he withdraws stiffly from my fanny and slides smoothly into my waiting, lubricated bum. He is so aroused, that after only a few deep thrusts, he comes inside my bottom for the third time that day.

I just have time for a quick shower and a slightly awkward farewell to Tony and Brian, then drive quickly back home, arriving only a few minutes before the kids. I must seem normal to them, but inside, my mind is in turmoil as I replay the events of the last few hours, which seem so long ago. Has it all really just happened to me? Have I really done all those things with a lover I didn't know that well and another total stranger!

I go to the bathroom, sit on the toilet and study my vagina, almost expecting it to look different after what has happened. I test my bottom with my fingers - will my husband notice anything different about me? But of course, my anatomy is unaltered; all the changes are in my head. Although a little sore, my fanny looks just the same as it did this morning when I had left to meet Brian. My bottom also feels a bit sore, but otherwise I feel fine and it is difficult to believe that in the last 5 hours, I have allowed a man whom I had never met before, to repeatedly sodomise me and cum three times in my bum.

A few hours later and my husband wants sex. I am exhausted, but rather than have an argument about it, I lie on my back, open my legs and allow the third penis of the day to enter my vagina...



The Stranger



I can't even begin to tell you how I found myself in this situation. I never thought what was once my deepest fantasy would become reality. This is not something that happened one drunken night or in the spur of the moment rather this eventuated as a slow build up over many years and now here I am sharing my story.

For a very long time Fred had always fantasized about his wife being with another man but rightly so it stayed exactly that, a fantasy. They were both madly in love with each and deep down Fred understood while the idea excited him that it would most likely stay a distant fantasy.

Over time the conversation slowly became more involved and Jodie's questions led them to the point of curiosity. They agreed that above all else their love would come first and whatever they did or did not decide to do, they would never compromise the fantastic lives they had built together.

With that in mind they agreed in principle to explore the idea and both set down a number of nonnegotiable rules. They both agreed that this person must not be known to them but also understood they both must feel comfortable with the right person.

It took them a long time, Jodie was shy and nervous but one day they agreed they felt they had found someone they could meet and see what eventuated. Fred had met him once and set clear ground rules and was comfortable with their initial meeting while Jodie had only ever seen some photos and on face value was comfortable meeting the stranger.

They agreed that if this did eventuate it would need to be at a hotel, the less information the stranger knew about their personal lives the better.

The night finally arrived, Fred and Jodie hired a hotel room and got dressed to meet at the downstairs bar at 8:00pm. They were both under no obligation and if either felt uncomfortable at any stage they agreed that it would not go any further.

Jodie looked beautiful has always, she was wearing a beautiful long black dress that revealed her chest in a very classy manner. The dress draped down and perfectly fitted around her big beautiful behind. Fred smiled to himself as they shared the bathroom getting ready and thought how lucky he was to have someone so beautiful in his life. Fred was dressed in suit paints and a nice white collared shirt. They both looked in the mirror and agreed they looked good even taking a quick photo together.

"Are you ready?" Fred asked. Jodie took a deep breath in the mirror, looked at herself, smiled back with a quiet calm confidence in her beautiful black dress and stepped out the hotel door.

They met the stranger at the lobby bar and exchanged pleasantries, small chit chat and nervous but excited energy. They enjoyed drinks for approximately an hour and the laughter slowly became louder as the night went on. At this point the decision was Jodie's to make, if she felt comfortable and wanted to explore things further in the hotel room she simply needed to give Fred the go ahead.

Although Jodie had a few drinks and had become relaxed, she still felt confident and in control. Jodie nervously interrupted the conversation, looked at Fred with a smile and said "shall we go up to our room?"

Everyone smiled, they paid the bill and hopped into the lift up to their floor. The lift ride felt like an eternity and was filled with nerves riddled with excitement.

The agreement from the outset was that Jodie was under no obligation to agree to anything. Initially only her and Fred would be intimate while the stranger watched and at the conclusion she agreed to please the stranger orally. Anything beyond this point was purely her decision and one she would make only if she felt comfortable.

As they entered the room and reached the end of the bed Fred strongly grabbed Jodie and locked her in a passionate embrace. Without saying a word he told her through his kiss that he loved her so much and Jodie while initially caught off guard returned the kiss just as passionately reciprocating the love they both had for each other.

He gently pushed her back onto the end of the bed where she fell and sat in front of him. He smiled, unbuckled his belt and released his hard cock right in front of Jodie's face. Jodie closed her eyes, wrapped her hands around his cock and gently embraced it with her mouth. She knew Fred was aroused as he pushed his hips back towards her and released a groan. As she slowly took more and more of his cock into her mouth she couldn't ever recall feeling it as big as it was right then in that moment.

With her eyes shut she worked into a rhythm licking and sucking his bulging cock as his hands gently rubbed the back of her head. At this point Fred was beginning to return her thrusts with his hips and his hands had begun slowly caressing her breasts. As Fred fondled Jodie's breasts her shoulder straps slowly fell to the side and she immediately felt a surge of blood. Without acknowledging the stranger, for the first time she knew that she was exposed and he could see her beautiful perky tits as she continued to suck Fred's cock.

Fred pulled his cock out of Jodie's mouth and guided her further up the bed. With her dress now down beyond her bare naked breasts, Fred lifted her legs and pulled the lower half of her dress up above her waist. Fred slowly climbed on to the bed, Jodie was now fully exposed with her juicy wet pussy clear for anyone to see. The excitement and curiosity of the unknown had clearly made her very wet.

For the first time she opened her eyes and quickly glanced over to the stranger. At this point he was sitting in a chair by the bed, their eyes locked for a split second as she felt a surge of blood run through her veins. That split second was interrupted by the size of his massive cock that he was slowly stroking as he watched Jodie laying on her back with her perky tits fully exposed, legs spread and wet pussy glistening back. Their intense stare was interrupted by Fred's rock hard cock sliding straight into Jodie's wet pussy. She was brought straight back to reality and began to forcefully meet her hips with each of Fred's thrusts. Fred's cock was bulging deep inside of her and the pair were both overcome with pure lust. The excitement of it all had both of them fucking as hard as they ever had before as they built up to an intense climax. Fred slowly pulled out and stepped away, Jodie lay there for a split second in complete nirvana having just had one of the best orgasms of all time. The feeling of nirvana quickly disappearing as she now realised what would come next.

She looked back at the stranger for only the second time, still amazed at the size of his cock. She could see that his cock was glistening with pre cum as he watched this beautiful woman fuck her husband and anticipate what was about to happen next.

Jodie slowly closed her legs and stood up. She lifted her beautiful dress over herself and slowly walked over to the stranger. Her mind was filled with nerves, excitement and curiosity. She stood fully naked before him and slowly came down on to her knees, she was now face to face with his large cock.

She had always loved Fred's cock but as she knelt before the stranger she could not help but wonder how she would try to take it in her mouth. She looked up at him with her beautiful big blue eyes, wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and slowly and teasingly kissed the tip of his giant cock head tasting his sweet pre cum. She opened her mouth and slowly wrapped her lips around his thick cock while keeping her eyes firmly locked on him. She could feel the thickness in her grip as she closed her eyes and began to match her strokes with her mouth. She felt his hips tighten as he let out a moan of pleasure. She found herself extremely aroused at the thought of how horny she could make him and the control she had over him purely from using her mouth.

At this point she could feel her pussy was extremely wet and she couldn't stop thinking about his cock deep inside of her. She stopped the frantic sucking of his cock, let out one last gasp trying to catch her breath before looking up with her big blue eyes and innocently whispering "fuck me".

She slowly stood up and and led him to the bed where she laid on her back fully naked. She spread her legs wide, curled her toes in anticipation and her hands rested on his chest as he gently lowered himself closer to her. She could feel the heat of his large cock resting on her clit, he gave her a reassuring smile and slowly slid his large, thick cock deep into her pussy. She came immediately as his cock first thrust into her while she uncontrollably let out a loud moan. She placed her hands on his hips inviting him and nearly forcing him to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts. She could feel her pussy wrap itself around his thick cock as it entered every inch of her juicy wet pussy.

She had lost all sense of reality as she rose off her back onto her elbows so she could absorb the force his deep and hard fucking. Her face turned from initial ecstasy to horny deviant in the blink of an eye. Here she was completely naked, wet pussy being rammed hard by a complete a stranger that she had met only an hour or so ago. Leaning on her elbows her tits were bouncing frenetically, she was moaning loud by this point clearly not caring who could hear her. She bit firmly on her bottom lip as she threw her head back, her toes locked in an intense curl as if every inch of her body was on the verge of exploding.

They were both now grunting loudly in unison as her right hand had found her clit and began to match his intense fucking of her pussy.

Fred an invisible spectator by this point could see a side of his dearest wife Jodie that he had never seen before but could only dream of. As the stranger began fucking Jodie harder and faster his strokes became longer. From a distance Fred could see the strangers cock covered in Jodie's cum as she was intensely orgasming but refusing to stop, only begging him for more.

The stranger withdrew his cock leaving Jodie panting and covered in sweat, her tits rising and falling with each deep breath she took. With the strangers cock now out of her pussy Jodie continued to rub her clit with intensity to the point of squirting all over the strangers chest something Fred had never witnessed before.

The stranger smiled back at Jodie and leaned down to taste her sweet pussy juices that were now overflowing like a volcanic eruption. His tongue ran up and down her pussy lips tasting each drop of dripping cum only to stop at her clit and give it a slow intense kiss to which Jodie let out a loud "FUCK!!"

The stranger than grabbed Jodie by the ankles, lifted them high and wide where he began to lick and work his way down to her asshole. By this stage Fred is in complete shock, Jodie has never in all these years ever allowed Fred to go anywhere near her ass and his cock is nowhere near as large as the strangers.

Her exposed asshole is glistening with pussy juice that has run down and now is being penetrated by the strangers exploring & probing tongue.

With his cock still rock hard the stranger rolls Jodie over onto her knees leaving her exposed asshole within an inch of his massive cock head. Jodie as if in a complete trance simply arches her back inviting his cock to enter her ass. Not needing a second invitation the stranger in one forceful thrust enters Jodie's ass.

Fred can see Jodie's eyes rolling back into her head as the stranger builds up to an intense rhythm deep inside. As if she has done this a million times before Jodie simply absorbs and enjoys his cock to the point that her hand has now found her clit again and is working to his rhythm. The stranger is now visibly close to breaking point forcefully fucking Jodie in the big fat juicy ass.

As he clearly begins to reach climax Jodie turns to him and begs him to blow in her mouth. He withdraws his bulging cock and Jodie turns around on all fours and willingly takes all of his cock deep into her throat. The stranger doesn't say a thing but begins to aggressively fuck her mouth. As he throws his head back it is obvious for Fred to see that he is cumming. He looks to Jodie with the strangers cock deeply wrapped in her mouth and her eyes are firmly locked on the stranger. Her eyes are intense with all innocence now gone she does not deviate from her stare until he pulls his cock out. Not a single drop of cum to be seen on his cock nor on Jodie's face which is another first for Fred as his wife has always refused to swallow his semen in all their time together.

Jodie collapses on the bed as the stranger stands and calmly begins to get dressed. Jodie looks up to Fred and orders him to give him their home address for the "next visit".

Fred dumbfounded by the events that just occurred obliges. The stranger does not say a word as he politely smiles, takes the address and leaves. Fred closes the door, returns to the bed where Jodie now lay covered and fast asleep. What the fuck just happened Fred asks himself...



The Stranger



I looked up and locked eyes with the man across the bar. He was hot. Late thirties, greying at the temples, and sunken cheeks, which gave his face the illusion of danger. His eyes were bright with drink, and they were interested. I didn't smile, but I didn't look away. We continued to stare, neither one of making a move. We assessed each other, waiting to see who would be the dominant one. I wanted it to be him. I wanted him to know that I needed to have decisions made for me tonight. I lifted my bourbon to my lips, sipped, then licked my lips; an invitation that was accepted. He finished his drink and left his post across from me. I followed him with my eyes, watching him get closer and feeling my heart rate increase with anticipation. His body was lean but sturdy. He wasn't tall, but he carried himself with the confidence of a man who can see over the heads of everyone at a party. 

Finally he was in front of me, and I was able to get a good look at his face. His eyes were brown, deep chocolate that seemed to swallow light instead of reflect it. They were framed by long, feminine eyelashes, giving his otherwise intimidating features a softness that made him approachable. His mouth was full, with a pronounced cupid's bow. His facial features were a curious blend of feminine and masculine. 

We stared at each other for a few seconds, assessing and enjoying. It was nice to be able to study a man's features without feeling ashamed. So often women sneak sly glances at a man, but this visual feast was enjoyed without any embarrassment.

Confidence and adrenaline were pumping through my veins as his eyes roamed over my face, my neck, my chest, and my legs. I wasn't worried. My body wasn't perfect. I don't have the largest breasts or the smallest waist, or perfect, long legs, but he had walked over to me. He liked what he saw, and was using the opportunity to get a closer look. He eyes met mine, and I raised my eyebrows with a silent question. 

Do you like? I asked without words. 

He smiled. It was on. 

"Hi", he grinned. His teeth were perfect. 

I finally gave him a slow, slightly intoxicated smile. "Hi." 

He continued to grin. "I saw you across the bar. I knew you were the person that I needed to come and talk to." 

I picked up my drink and glanced at him over the top of it. "And how did you know that?" I asked. 

He watched as I sipped my drink. I was feeling wild, confident. This was a feeling I'm not entirely used to: I was being seductive. I tried to show in my eyes that I was ready to be had, to get wildly fucked by a stranger tonight. 

He waited until I had put my drink back down on the bar before he answered. "Because you don't look like any of the other girls in here."

My confidence wavered slightly. No, I wasn't 22. No, I didn't have perfect, large breasts spilling out of the top of a skin-tight mini dress covered in sequences. No, I didn't have on false eyelashes, or 5-inch heels, or have the body of someone who runs 15 miles a day. 

I looked down at my drink. "Huh," I responded. I tried the self-deprecating humor that has never led me astray. "Yeah, you're right. It does feel odd being the only person in here not showing my nipples through my dress. Guess that's the kind of lesson you learn when you turn 27: do your best to show less tits to strangers in a club." I froze. Why the FUCK did I tell him I'm 27?

He smiled wider. "Well, that might be the case. Although I'm perfectly happy with what you did decide to show." He let his eyes wander down for a slow caress of my body. His eyes came back up to meet mine. "What I meant was that you're the only one in here who actually looks like a woman." 

I shook my head slightly and gave him an indulging smile. "You know," I said, "you don't have to use those kind of lines on me."

"And why is that?" he asked. 

I locked eyes with him. It took all the confidence I had to say the next line without letting a tremble enter into my voice. "Because I'm ready to go back to your place and let you fuck me." 

His eyes widened. He looked down at my mouth, then let his eyes make one last trip down my body. He grabbed my hand. "Who do you need to tell that you're leaving?" 

My heart rate started galloping. "My friends."

He pulled me off the barstool. "Text them in the cab." 

He continued holding my hand as he led me out of the bar. All I could think about was remaining calm so my hands wouldn't get too sweaty and not tripping on my heels as he pulled me quickly through the throngs of people. The speed in which we were leaving the bar proved he was hot for me. I smiled at the back of his head, feeling more confident than ever. We made it outside where a taxi was waiting. He opened the door for me, waiting for me to slide to the other side of the car, then came in after me. As he grunted his address, I texted Caitlyn. 

JUST LEFT WITH A HOT STRANGER. DON'T WAIT FOR ME. HE LIVES AT 34556 EAST 75TH. IF I DON'T TEXT YOU BY MORNING, SEND THE COPS TO THAT ADDRESS. LOVE YOU. DON'T BE OFFENDED WHEN I DON'T RESPOND. 

I slid the phone back in my clutch and glanced over at my hot stranger. He was looking at me, doing the same appraisal of my body that he was doing in the bar. I waited for him to finish and look back at my face. "I hope you're okay with what you bought," I joked. I hope he took it as such, as my ego couldn't take the blow of a serious answer. 

He stared at me. "Actually, I was thinking about which way I'm going to make you come first."

I swallowed, trying to wet my suddenly dry throat. That was one of the hottest things anyone has said to me. I didn't know how to respond. So I just stared out the window. 

We spent the rest of the car ride in silence. The tension in the car continued to mount. My mind was racing with all the possibilities of spending the night with someone I have never met before. I didn't even know his name. But the thought of having my body used for a stranger's pleasure, as well as using their body for my own made me wet. I kept glancing over at my stranger, drinking in his masculine good looks. Finally, the cab slowed to a halt in front of a brick apartment building. Before I could react, my stranger paid the driver and was hauling me out of the car. We quickly walked up the steps to his building, where he punched in his code. Soon we were walking through his front door. He walked into his kitchen, turned on a light, then turned to face me. 

I placed my purse down on the counter and quickly surveyed my surroundings. It was a very normal, very nice apartment. Modestly decorated and sized. It didn't look like the home of a serial killer, so some of my anxiety about that eased up. I looked at my stranger on the other side of the room. I waited for him to speak. 

"Do you want something to drink?" he offered. 

I shook my head. No more waiting. No more talking. "No," I replied. "I don't need it." 

He quickly nodded, then rounded the island, coming towards me with purpose. Our lips finally met, tinged with impatience. His lips were magnificent, full and defined and soft. He tugged my lips open with his teeth and slid his tongue in my mouth. I moaned. My hands slid up his body, over his chest, and linked behind his neck. His body felt hard and masculine. His tongue continued to slide over mine, aggressive and taking. My mind was blank to everything except the feel of his body and his mouth. My already primed body grew even softer and wetter, preparing itself for the onslaught that was going to come. His hands moved all over me, sliding up and down my thighs, arms, over my breasts. He broke our kiss and moved his mouth to my neck, licking and sucking at the skin just under my ear. 

I couldn't stop panting. I was breathing so hard, a mixture of nerves, excitement, and arousal. Part of me was slightly embarrassed by it, worried that he would think it was too loud. But the other part of me, the larger part, couldn't give a shit. The stranger pulled off from my neck and looked back at my face. He grabbed the top of my dress and roughly yanked it down my arms and chest, exposing my bra. I silently thanked the stars that I decided to wear my hottest bra and panties, a set of black lace that was barely there. 

He locked his lips with mine again and started to back me up. Suddenly my back was against the wall and my stranger's mouth left mine and fastened itself to one of my nipples. I sighed loudly and let my head thump into the wall behind me. His tongue bathed my breast while he used his teeth, giving me bites that shot pleasure through my body like lightning bolts. He drew my nipple into his mouth and let his teeth roughly drag over the tip. I moaned loudly. He left my breast and looked up into my face.  

"You like it a little rough, don't you?" he asked quietly. I nodded quickly. 

"Do you like it when I pull on your tits like this?" He took both nipples into his hands and tweaked them not too gently, pulling them away from my body. I moaned and nodded again. 

"Tell me you like it," he demanded. 

I let my head fall back against the wall again. "God, I love it."

He captured my mouth again in a kiss, continuing to pluck at my nipples. I could feel my wetness pooling in my panties. His hands left my breasts and went back to my clothing, pulling my dress down the rest of the way until it was on the floor. He pulled away from me, looking at my almost naked body while caressing my thighs with the backs of his hands. 

Then, without warning, he kneeled on the floor in front of me. In one swift movement, he yanked my panties down my legs, lifted my right leg over his shoulder and covered my clit with his tongue. 

"Oh my God," I moaned. My hands worked their way into his hair as his flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit. I couldn't keep quiet as worked my clit over. Suddenly, he stopped. 

"Tell me how much you like it," he demanded again. I looked at his face, which was already glistened with my juices. "I love it so fucking much," I told him. His hand started to play with my folds. He gently slid two fingers in. "Tell me what you like," he ordered. "Tell me what you like about what I'm doing to this pretty little pussy." 

Another shot of desire went through me at his demands. I'd never done dirty talk before, but from the way my body was reacting, it was a turn on for me. 

I swallowed and shut my eyes. "I love your tongue on my clit. I love it when you go fast and then slow."

He moaned, then put his tongue back where I wanted it, sucking at my little nub while his fingers slowly continued to pump inside of me. I continued. "I like having your fingers inside me as you suck on me." I opened my eyes and looked down at his face. "It makes me eager for your cock."

His eyes shot open to look at me. His lifted his head away from my body. "Gotta get this tight pussy primed for me. You aren't quite ready for my cock yet." 

Before I could even squeak out a question, his tongue was back on me. I sagged against the wall, and felt comforted by his shoulders and arms supporting my body. His mouth licked and sucked at my clit, going fast and slow just like I needed. His fingers picked up their pace, fucking me in time with his tongue fucking my clit. I could feel my body start to climb. 

"Oh my God. Oh my God," I started to chant. 

He could sense I was close and started pounding away at my hole, drawing my whole clit into his mouth and fucking me hard with his fingers. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." I felt my whole body get hot and dissolve into shudders. Suddenly, a ball of pressure barreled down my body and into my pussy until I exploded, shouting in my orgasm. He continued to fuck my body with his mouth and hand, drawing my orgasm out, until I felt like I would never stop coming. 

As I was coming down from my peak, I felt my leg come back to the floor and his body come flush with mine. I opened my eyes to see him panting with exertion and desire, his mouth slick with me. He kissed me, letting me taste my tangy juices. Tasting myself flooded my body with a new wave of desire. I licked at his mouth, desperate to get every taste I could, while reaching to yank his shirt over his head. As I licked at him, he unfastened his belt and unbuckled his pants. I heard the rip of the foil and looked down at his cock for the first time. 

It was big. I could see why he wanted my body to be soft and ready for him. I watched as he rolled the condom down over his thick tip, then he grabbed the back of my thighs and hoisted me up, pinning my entire body between the wall and him. I wrapped my legs around his back and locked my ankles together. 

He positioned his dick at my entrance, then looked me in the eye. My breath caught. As he slowly slid himself inside of me, we continued to look at each other. Sex with a stranger shouldn't be this intimate. I closed my eyes, needing to break the contact. 

"Open your fucking eyes," he growled. "I want to watch your eyes as I fuck you." My eyes opened. His mouth was slack and his face intense. His dick slid all the way inside of me, giving me a feeling of being desperately and completely full. I sighed loudly and gulped. He started to move back to start his thrust. 

"Wait," I begged. "Give me a second. You're so fucking big, I need a minute to adjust. He smiled and kissed me. "Fucking perfect thing to say," he chuckled. I laughed weakly and looked down between our bodies. I took a deep breath. 

"You okay?" he asked. He smoothed the hair away from my forehead. I looked back at his face. Yeah, way too intense for sex with a stranger. "Yeah," I nodded, maintaining eye contact. "Now fuck me." 

He repositioned his grip on this back of my legs and started to fuck. His pace started slow, a sensual slide of his dick in and out, until he could sense my body was used to his size. Then he really started to fuck. His pace was brutal, slamming his body against mine. I could feel and hear his hips slapping as it met my skin, a wet sound that was unbelievable erotic. 

"Fuck, you have the wettest pussy I've ever been in."

"You are so tight, fuck, it feels like a fist is gripping my dick."

"Keep those gorgeous eyes on me."

"You hear that baby? You hear how fucking wet you are? You hear how much your pussy loves my cock?"

His commentary heightened the eroticism. I took my hand that was linked behind his head and put two fingers in my mouth. Making sure they were nice and wet, I moved them down our bodies to where we were joined, putting my wet fingers on my clit. I sighed in pleasure as I started rubbing circles around my clit. My stranger moaned in response. 

"That's right baby. Fucking rub that clit. I want you to cum so fucking hard. I'm getting so close. I want you to cum all over my cock." 

I kept my eyes on my stranger as I increased the speed of my fingers. My mouth fell open, and he took that opportunity to latch his mouth on mine. His thrusts came even harder as I could feel him getting desperate. 

"Fuck baby, I need to come. Keep rubbing that little clit," he panted. So soon, too soon, I felt that familiar pressure coming. 

"Ohfuckohfuck" I whined. My eyes widened, mirroring his expression. 

"That's right baby. Fucking cum on me." He removed one of his hands from the back of my thigh and gripped my hair, pulling it. 

I screamed as my orgasm hit, throwing my head back and urging my stranger to keep pulling my hair. I could feel his dick swell inside me. 

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum." He gave a shout as his orgasm hit him. I watched his face as he came, his eyes squinted shut, his mouth pulled into a grimace, his forearms tightened and bulging. It was the sexiest orgasm face I had ever seen, and caused my high to continue. 

We panted as we both came down from it. I slowly slid my legs down his back, relying on his body pressing into mine to make sure I didn't fall right over. My legs were like water, and I knew that I couldn't rely on them to stand. I ran my hands up his back, feeling his sweat. Without thinking, I put my fingers in my mouth, tasting his sweat and my juices mingled together. He watched as I licked them clean, then he replaced my fingers with his mouth. Our kiss was slow, languid, and satisfied. We licked at each other like cats, too tired and sated to do much more than lean on each other and kiss. 

After a long moment, he pulled back. Our breathing calmed down, and slowly he peeled his body away from mine. I looked at the clothes strewn around us and smiled. 

My stranger looked at me. "What are you smiling about?" he asked. 

I looked at him. "Nothing. I'm just debating if I should leave my clothes here, or take them into the bedroom. I figure I'll put them on after you fuck me in there."

My stranger grinned. He swiftly gathered me into his arms, causing me to shriek quietly like a little girl. 

"Leave them here," he said. "You won't need them for awhile." 

I looked into my stranger's face. "Hi, I'm April."

My stranger gave me a small kiss. "Hi April. I'm Dan."



The Stranger Across the Way



Nicole had too many nights, with too much time, to think about too many things. She was lonely. The reasons why she was alone are as important as the unusual remedy she chose. Besides, for a single woman in her late forties, working ten and twelve hour days, living alone in a big city, to address her social isolation requires some imaginative thinking. With limited time for socializing and a limited number of friends—all of whom are married—opportunities for meeting a nice man do not come alone often. She hated the bar scene. She had no patience for chitchat at boring parties. Nevertheless, she wanted interaction with someone. She got enough interaction with her female friends at work. It would be nice to have a man in her life, not because she felt she needed a man, but she wanted one for company, conversation, and of course sex. Single women, living alone, get horny just like anyone else. 

The idea for addressing her loneliness began one night as she sat by her apartment window drinking hot tea. It was something she did each night to help her wind down. She would have her tea while she watched the lights and the activity of the streets below. Her apartment was almost on the corner of her building, seven floors up. There was an alley between her building and the one next to it, but she was still close enough to have a good view of the streets that ran in front of her building. 

Nicole was a people watcher, although she would have never thought of herself as a voyeur. Just the same, she did not look away from the apartments across the way if someone left their curtains or blinds open. She often thought at night, when the other apartments were lit up and their curtains and blinds were open, that set against darkness outside each appeared to be a small stage on which a performance was taking place. Albeit, the performance was usually only someone cleaning their house or watching TV, sometimes she watched as couples argued or people entertained their guests. 

Although they apparently never knew she was watching or cared, in a way, in a sad way, she lived vicariously through many of her neighbors whom she did not know. She gave them names based on what she thought fit them. She imagined that she knew all the missing pieces of their lives. She even tried to predict what they would do next and knew most of their routines. At least it is better than watching TV, she thought. However, she knew this was only a diversion from her discontent.  

Then one night as she sat drinking her tea, something happened that started her down a path she would have never predicted. On that night, almost all the lights in the apartments had gone out when she noticed a new "stage" illuminated just across the alley—almost even with her apartment window. It had been vacant for several weeks. Obviously, someone new had moved into the apartment. Curiosity drew her attention to it, but the man walking around in the apartment kept her attention. 

The man looked to be in his mid-thirties, attractive, slender and best of all; it appeared he was the only occupant. She watched as he went about his work shirtless. She quickly familiarized herself with all aspects of his body that she could see and fantasied about what she could not see. Nothing of the furnishing he had unpacked thus far gave any hint there was a woman in his life. In fact, his furnishings were sparse and lacked any aesthetic value. As for him, Nicole thought to herself, he had aesthetic value.   

At one point, he looked up, and out his window, and caught a glimpse of Nicole watching him. She was embarrassed that she was caught, clearing watching at him, but he only smiled, gave a slight wave, and when back to work. However, over the following weeks the two became accustomed to the other's silent presence. He was indeed living alone, and like her, he spent most of his evenings alone. Both tried to appear as if they only had a vague awareness of the other, but over time, both found themselves looking for the other.

Initially, they shared their lives by mutual, but casual observation, then by charades, with each using pantomimes to give the other brief glimpses into what they were thinking or just saw on the streets below. As their comfort with one another grew, the exchanges became more flirtatious—though not overtly. For instance, the younger man would often walk about his apartment following a shower, wrapped in nothing but a towel around his waist. Occasionally, Nicole would notice an noticeable lump or bulge in the front of his towel and the sight quickly became part of her masturbatory fantasies. 

Soon, she was walking about her apartment in the most sheer nightgown she had, knowing the lights in her apartment were positioned so that she was backlit, this giving him a silhouette of her naked body beneath. The alleyway and their two buildings may have separated them physically, but the building sexual tension they felt was as tangible as if they were in the same room. The glances became gazes and the gazes became looks of longing for the other. Each teased the other without words, flaunting their near-naked bodies, and appearing "inadvertently" to do anything to encourage the voyeur in the other.   

Weeks had passed without a word exchanged between the two—they did not even know the other's name. Yet, each felt they knew the other. Each had tried to be discrete so as not to allow the neighbors to see or participate in their exchanges. Sometimes that meant late nights and sometimes, really late nights, but it didn't seem to matter to either. Neither felt alone anymore. Both felt the excitement in their lives that had been missing as two solitary individuals lost in a city awash with the innumerable faces of strangers. 

The night their purely visual relationship became something tangible was the Friday evening Nicole acted on an impulse. Maybe she was an exhibitionist at heart. Maybe, on a subconscious level, she was trying to provoke him to more of an exchange. Whatever the case, when she had her evening tea, while sitting at the window, she did so completely naked, and she did so, with such nonchalance, that a first time observer might think it were her usual routine.

Imagine the surprise of her man friend as he emerged from his bath, clad only in a towel, thinking that night would be as before, when he glances over to her window and finds her sitting there stark naked, casually drinking tea and watching the streets below. They were no more than fifty or sixty feet away and he could not but help see her clearly, and clearly, the relationship was in for some kind of a change. 

Fortunately, for Nicole, it had the desire effect. She looks across and sees him standing facing her. She notices the towel has more than a slight bulge underneath. Plainly, his manhood is straining to jut itself out from underneath his towel. Their eyes lock and she smiles demurely before taking another sip of tea, but never breaking eye contact. He smiles back, before causing her to gasp as he drops his towel, revealing his swollen erection. Before she realizes it she has risen to her feet in eagerness, tea cup and saucer still in hand. He rewards her response with the sight of him, turning slightly, to give her a better view, taking his cock in hand and beginning to stroke it as he gazes upon her. 

Both are now glancing from window to window to make sure no one else has a private seat to their exhibition. Being satisfied they alone are privy to what is taking place; Nicole sits her cup and saucer down on the table, and with one hand cups her breast—squeezing it gently. The other hand she slips between her legs, feeling for her wet slit, never taking her eyes off him. He smiles at her as he strokes himself. Her nipples become erect at the sight of him and at the feel of her finger slipping into her sopping wet twat. Undoubtedly, their relationship has taken a new turn. 

The sound of a car horn on the street below bring them both back to reality and each instinctively step back from the window as if hiding from anyone below. It takes only a moment for them to realize the horn had nothing to do with them and they share a silent laugh with one another. Each begins to turn away, but Nicole can take it no longer, dashing away from the window before quickly returning, she first checks to make sure the coast is clear, before getting his attention and then holding up a piece of paper with her apartment number written in large numbers on it. "716!" was all it read. It was sufficient.

Nicole giggled with delight as she saw him dash into another room and quickly emerge, mostly dressed, pause smile with one eyebrow raised mischievously, and then bolt for the door. He was on his way! Suddenly, she was befuddled as what to do now. Anxiety set in and set hurried about in a panicked state, until she regained her composure.

Until then, her mind raced. What have I done? I don't even know who he is? He could be a crazy man! I just gave him my apartment number! Her mind screamed every question and possibility she had not previously considered with any earnestness. Her mind continues to spin with questions like: Will he like me? What if he sees me up close and thinks that I'm ugly or realizes I'm older than him? What if he's realty a jerk? How would I get rid of him? 

Finally she shrieks aloud, "O my god what have I done?" 

Running to the door, she places her ear against the door to see if she can hear the elevator or the sound of footsteps—but nothing. She looks through the peephole—nothing. 

Closing her eyes she leans herself against the door in exhaustion and breathes deeply, as she tries to get a grip on herself. After a couple of deep breaths, she opens her eyes and looks down. It's at that point she remembers she is naked! Panic sets in again as her mind searches for what to do. 

"I can't open the door naked," she mumbles to herself. "I need my robe—no, my gown—no..." and, with that, she hears the ding of the elevator and footsteps approaching. Her heart is racing and her breathing is rapid and shallow. Looking down she sees chill bumps covering her body and her nipples erect. 

"Oh well," she says with a deep breath and sigh, "it's too late now."

The next sounds she hears is his knock on the door. Looking through her peephole once more just to make sure it is him—wouldn't want to open the door to the wrong person while I'm naked—she thinks to herself and smiles. It's him.

"Here goes," she whispers to herself, as she turns the door handle and opens it slowly.

As the door opens, she peeks around the door and greets him with a smile and the invitation, "Come on in."

As the opening of the door widens and he steps in, he can see she is still naked. Of course, he is delighted and greets her with, "Wow."

Blushing, she takes him by the arm gently pulling him in, while shutting the door quickly behind him. Folding her arms across her chest, each hand rubbing the opposite upper arm as if she is cold and trying to conceal her breasts, bashfully she offers an unnecessary explanation. "You got over here really quick; I didn't have time to put anything on yet."

They both laugh as her hands awkwardly alternate between covering her naked breasts and her pussy.   

"That's okay," he reassures her, "I came over because of what you weren't wearing." 

He then steps toward her uneasily and reaches out to embrace her as if he is uncertain of her response. His trepidation is quickly dissipates as she leans in to him and embraces him. Both feel themselves relax into the embrace of the other, as if finally assured what they had imagined was indeed real. Until that moment, their relationship had existed only in fantasy. There was the visual of the other, but always silent and beyond their reach. It felt good to embrace someone, to feel the warmth of another's body, to be present with someone who wanted to be near them and to hold them. 

Looking up into his eyes, she whispers, "I don't even know your name."

Responding with a comforting smile, "And I don't know yours either."

"Yet here I am naked and in your arms," she followed, joining him in a soft laugh. 

"My name is Will," he informs her. 

She follows with, "I'm Nicole."

"Hello, Nicole," pausing, as he looks into her eyes. "You are so beautiful. I haven't been able to get you off my mind since that first night I saw you looking over into my apartment."

Gazing up at him, she responds bashfully, "Yeah, sorry about that," adding quickly, "not about looking at you, just about being nosy. I didn't mean to be such a peeping tom."

"Oh, I'm glad you were," he says as he squeezes her. 

Becoming silent and gazing longingly into one another's eyes, their lips move toward the others' before meeting in a long awaited and passionate kiss. With his left hand, he cradles the back of her head as he kisses her, while his right hand begins to slide down the middle of her back and onto her bare buttocks. Nicole slips her hands underneath his shirt, feeling contours of his well-toned body before trying to slide her hands down the back of his jeans. The gentle sighs each release while kissing and beginning to investigate one another's body only serve to entice the other to greater exploration.

Will continues to kiss her, but now moves his lips slowly from her mouth to her cheek, as if he is heading for her neck, but then pauses to nibble her earlobe—sucking it ever so lightly. This sends more chills through Nicole's body and she forgets of a moment that her hands were making their way around from his ass to his cock she had seen him stroking as he stood in his window just minutes before. Her mind struggles to come back from the distraction brought on by the delight of the moment, and she manages to unbutton his jeans. However, before she can unzip them, he swiftly moves to her neck, distracting her again and then, she feels his strong hands grasp her torso as he holds her slight frame just below her arms as if he is about to lift her upward. 

Instead, his head drops and he moves his lip to her breasts before beginning to suck her nipples, softly at first, and then passionately and voraciously. It is as if he is kneading them with his mouth. She cannot keep up with the sensations. It was as if he was drawing out of her every erotic sensation she had tried to forget she was capable of feeling, lest her loneliness and yearning for someone become too much. It had been so long since she had felt...almost anything...and she may have never felt anything like this.

Rousing herself again, wanting to be more than a recipient of pleasure, she pushes him back. Now, disoriented—Will is the one who has awakened from his lustful dream—but not for long. His mind quickly clears as Nicole drops to her knees in front of him with a look of ravenous hunger on her face, followed by the sound of a zipper coming down! He watches in excitement as she jerks the front of his briefs drown, releasing his erection, and watches as it fall into position pointing directly at her opening mouth. 

In an instant, the head of his swollen cock lies on her tongue as an entree laid upon a dish. Pausing, she looks up at him, smiling at him with her eyes, before tiling her head downward and consuming his manhood deep into her mouth. Will's knees buckle slightly as he groans in response to the feel of her warm, moist mouth tightening upon him and the feel of her tongue as it swirls about. The wall behind him catches him as he falls backward still watching as her head nods back and forth, as she intensely sucks him while griping the base of his cock tightly.   

He could easily submit to the pleasure and let her finish him off then-and-there and it would have been a night to remember. Nevertheless, he came for more. With all the fortitude, he could muster, going against all that felt right, he reaches down, grasping her under her arms and lifts her up breaking her oral hold on his member. As her face meets his, he can see a look of disappointment from her.

"Sorry to stop you," begins to explain with a smile, "You were doing a wonderful job." Now both smile and Nicole blushes. He continues, "But I didn't want it to end here. To be blunt," he says as if to prepare her for something harsh, "I mean to fuck you—if that's alright with you," he clarifies.

Smiling bashfully, she drops her gaze downward slightly, before cutting her eyes back upward at him, "I would like that very much. I had hoped that was why you came over."

A look of joyous relief came across his face as he stepped out of his fallen jeans and reached down sweeping one arm under her thighs before lifting her up into his arms—her arms now clasp around his neck. "Which way is your bedroom?" he asked with a note of urgency.  

"Straight back that way," she motioned. Will walked briskly down the short hallway with Nicole cradled in his arms. Sweeping through the doorway of the bedroom, he gently tossed her naked body onto the bed and then slipped his partially lowered briefs the rest of the way off. 

A new wave of excitement swept over Nicole as she lay bare and vulnerable before him. Will hesitated as visually he took in every curve and shape of her lovely form as it lay before him. Despite the silence and each regarding the other intensely, it did not feel awkward because she was doing the same. She could finally see him up close and had time to consider his manly frame. He was lean, well-built, and certainly manly in every way. His stiff erection and full round scrotum increased his look of virility.  

Without a word, he slowly stepped toward the bed and firmly took her knees in his hands before persuasively spreading her thighs leaving her feeling her vagina spread widely—a titillating, yet uneasy feeling for her. Then, leaning down, beginning at the inside of her knees, he began kissing her inner thighs, alternating from one to the other, but ever so slowly. She could feel her wetness increasing and thought for sure she could feel her moisture running out of her like beads of sweat roll off an over-heated body. Still, he moved at his own pace. His lips were closing in on their destination, but progress was slow and delightfully torturous.   

Nicole was enthralled with his devotion to her pleasure—almost giddy with delight—still she had to resist the urge to reach down, grab him by the hair of his head, thrust his face into her pussy and scream, "Eat me already!" Nevertheless, all she could manage was to stifle her need to giggle out of a sense of her enjoyment. 

His breaths on her skin, together with his kisses, heighten her awareness that he was near her opening. She was wide-open to his approach—literally—and anticipated his mouth making contact with her, when instead she felt his hands gently upon her. His fingertips began lightly manipulating her flesh, as he clearly found satisfaction in playing with her clit, followed soon by a finger slipped into her wetness.

"Umm," he sighed, "you're so warm and wet," explaining the reason for his expression of pleasure.   

"Uh huh," she responded breathlessly as she felt his finger find her spot and felt him begin to rub it lightly in a circular motion.

Her back arched with pleasure and her legs opened a little wider. This was his signal, and he went down on her while simultaneously stroking her within with the tip of his finger. With his mouth, he sucked her clit while, with his finger, he increased the pressure of his finger as it stoked her spot. That was the point Nicole lost her composure. Now she had a handful of his hair and there would be no more teasing until the job was complete!

Though flat of her back, she held him by the hair of the head like a rodeo cowboy holds the Bull Rope to keep from being thrown, as her body bucked in response to her approaching orgasm. This only compelled Will to intensify his efforts. Swiftly, both were rewarded, Will with the satisfaction he had pleased her and Nicole with waves of orgasmic pleasure cascading through her body.  




The Stranger Across the Way



Almost lifting him upward by the hair of his head, she managed to utter a throaty, "Come here." Their smiles met in a passionate kiss and the inevitable sharing of her juices still fresh on his lips. She did not care. She wanted him more than ever. She wanted to feel him in her and she wanted it badly.

Yet, again, he pauses at her breasts and begins massaging, sucking, and nibbling at her nipples. Nicole responds by reaching for and taking hold of his cock and stroking it. She tugs and pulls it toward her, causing him to bring his hips around to where she can take him in her mouth. Now, lying on his side, his head near her pelvis and her face now even with his swollen member, he feels her take him into her mouth again. Being ideally positioned he reciprocates immediately, his mouth eagerly falling upon her between her legs. Kissing all around her opening, he works his way inward with small licks, then bigger, then slips his tongue in her slit and intensifies his efforts using his tongue, then sucking, then using his tongue more and differently. 

Both moan faintly as they engage in orally pleasuring the other. The more he deepens his oral burrowing into her pussy, the more aroused she becomes and sucks his cock deeper into her mouth. He cannot help but be distracted by her as she works his cock and feels at times as if she is going to swallow his sword down her throat. 

She is not the only one becoming more aroused. However, unlike Nicole, Will knows if she continues he will release soon, which could end the moment for them and he does not want this first encounter to end that way. In his thoughts, the more she cums the better—her pleasure is his goal—but when he climaxes he wants it to be at the culmination of their lovemaking. 

As difficult as it is to do, Will pulls away and raises up, moving himself back to a face-to-face position where he kisses her passionately before rolling over in the bed onto his back—clearly an invitation for her to mount him. Instinctively, she rises and positions herself between his legs, they are of the same mind and move together as if they had made love to one another a hundred times before. 

Pausing, she grasps his stiff rod once more and gives it a few pumps, if for no other reason, just for the sensation of having a man's hard erection in her hand once again after so long of a wait. Then, leaning in, she teases him briefly by rubbing the tip of his cock against and around her erect nipples. Noticeably, he sees she enjoys the sensation as well; nevertheless, she almost aches to feel him inside her and only hesitates there for a few moments before straddling him.

As she leans over, distracted by her breasts hovering just above his face, he is ready to embrace them when he feels her hand as she reaches between her legs, and grips his cock as she guides it into her opening. Looking down, watching with expectancy he watches and feels his shaft disappears into her. Each of them groan with excitement at the feeling of it all as Nicole waste no time in working her hips about to make the most of the experience. Side-to-side, then back-and-forth, then riding him at a rapid stride, the look on her face and the sounds imitating from her throat assures Will she is well satisfied. 

Smiling as if he has just won the lottery, he enjoys the visual display of her body and of her—with eyes closed and head thrown back—enjoying him. His hands reach up and he begins to massage her perky tits, occasionally lightly rolling and pinching her nipples between his fingertips.

(Later, both will tell the other, they were kicking themselves for waiting so long about attempting an encounter with the other. All they could think of were the wasted nights of toying with the other before returning each night to their bedrooms alone and to their masturbatory dreams about the other.)

Occasionally Nicole would lean down and allow Will to suck her nipples, as she positioned herself in order to more easily work her ass up and down on his pole or to rest as he took his turn initiating the action and thrust himself up into her like a rapidly firing piston moving in a high-powered engine.     

Both knew they were close when Nicole surprised them both by impulsively spinning her body about—still impaled by his cock—coming to rest facing away from him. Secretly, she was both surprised and delighted it had worked; however, the look she gave him over her shoulder was one of a mischievously confident woman. Will loved it and he responded loudly with, "Wow!"

Both laughed, Nicole's beaming smile concealed by her facing away. The sight of her nicely rounded and firm ass cheeks facing him, and a clearer view of his cock penetrating her, swiftly caught Will's attention. For Nicole, the new position had paid off in a completely new sensation for her to experience. As she explored how each pelvic move brought her a different kind of pleasure, he took advantage of the opportunity to watch her body from a new angle. The feel was still incredible for him, but now watching, feeling and being able to grope and rub her ass in his hands made the experience complete. 

No sooner had each began thoroughly enjoying the new position than Nicole's body began undulating in excitement as she had another explosive orgasm. Will watched with enjoyment, satisfied that he was near the point of climaxing as well. Nicole had no sooner finished milking her orgasm for all its joy than, just as he had hoped, Will felt his eruption begin. Clutching her ass cheeks in his hands, his body stiffened, and with a forceful groan, he felt his buildup of cum release.

To her surprise, Nicole felt it too! Over her shoulder, she looked at him with a startled but pleasantly surprised expression as she felt a forceful stream of warm liquid shoot up into her. Still astride him, as she raised herself up slightly and looked down to see, his cum began to run out of her and down his shaft.

"Wow!" she responded looking back at him once again, his face showing the strain of pleasure that accompanies intense ejaculation, "I felt that."

"Me, me too," Will managed to grunt in an exhausted response, causing them to burst into awkward laughter. 

"Yes, I think you did," Nicole teased him.   

Then, falling back onto him, she rolled into a position under his right arm where her pulled her up close in an embrace. The feel was as if they were exactly what the other needed. Lying there together exhausted and covered in sweat—enraptured in the moment—Nicole was brought back to reality by the thought, "I have no idea who this guy really is..."

Meanwhile, Will had moved past his lust and moment of bliss and was thinking, "What have I done? I don't even know this woman."   

To be continued ...



The Stranger and The Fountain



The flags were lowered, a sign that curfew was in effect. I heard the bells, but something compelled me to ignore the horrid song. Even the threat of death did not deter me on my path, though I still knew not where I wandered toward. Leaves fluttered in the air to mark summer's end, but hadn't it already been winter in my heart for so long?

I quickly came to realize my whereabouts when I heard the spill of water in the distance. There it was, the centerpiece of the town, the fountain and the angelic statue offering salvation. My salvation? I doubted that very much, but approached none the less.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat. I guess I really was fearful for my life, for the moment I saw the man I thought he donned the uniform of the invaders. His coat was laden in dust, however, and my fears were put to rest.

Dimitri? No, the first thought in my head was only a wish. Perhaps it was just my memory of this fountain that conjured the name of my former lover.

Those eyes were the same, a wild swirl of a blue-grey sea, where one could sail adrift for days within. A thin shadow of a beard dotted the cheeks of his oblong face.

When he turned to me I could feel my chest thump, as my lungs fought to ventilate properly. I composed myself as he neared, and managed to squeak from my dried mouth, "It's dangerous to be out here."

"The same could be said of you, young lady." He told me, and invited me to sit at the fountain's lip. "What would compel you to break curfew?"

I didn't really know the answer, but I was excited beyond words. I could see in his eyes that this man had sinful intent, maybe even an evil intent. "Maybe I was looking for you." I said to him, and coyly shifted my legs into his as he sat down.

"And what would you want with someone like me?"

I knew he was dangerous, but I could not resist that sultry smile of his. I could tell from his attire that he was not from here, a wanderer most likely. He was not the type to care for one's heart, but that made it to be ever so arousing.

"It depends on what a vagrant like you is capable of." I offered, with a smile as devilish as his own.

He took that cue as an invitation and boldly clamped his hand on my knee. A rush of heat rose to my cheeks as I indulged in his touch. My heart beat faster now, my spine tingled and subconsciously I began to widen my legs. The man couldn't resist the lure of my body language, and crawled his hand beneath the folds of my dress. Every inch he climbed my breath got a little shorter, every tickle sent my nerves into fury. His eyes embraced mine, and soon those eyes had me under spell. I could not shake the hold he had on me, there was no escape from his mesmerizing stare.

He continued to fondle my thigh, as he drew me closer with just a twitch of his eyes. His free hand grasped my chin, as he simultaneously drew circles on the inside of my legs. He took me into his mouth with my own. at first just our lips enveloped, but his hand began to grow bolder and started to trace the outside of my panties. I could not protest, and not because his tongue wrapped over mine, but because I was completely enchanted by his entire being.

His fingers slipped through the folds of my undergarments, and I felt my breath drain into his mouth as he slowly inched ever inward. He constantly explored my nether-region, but he refrained from entering me. The anticipation was eating me up inside.

I felt him peel my moist panties from my skin, and without command to folded my legs together so he could slide them off. He shimmied and shifted, but kept me preoccupied with his tongue as he awkwardly tried to free me from from the clothe shackles.

Finally the panties were dropped to the floor, and he gave me a lecherous smile before he stole away from my face. He soon disappeared and became nothing but a bump in my dress. 

That was until I felt the soft touch of his tongue upon my leg. His fingers traced a 'V' shape along my bikini line, and continued to tease me with his tongue moving between thigh to thigh. He continued to leave a trail of saliva along my legs until he landed his hot touch onto my perineum. I couldn't contain my moan. He turned up the pace now, and traced my labia with his tongue, and brushed his fingers closely behind.

"What do we have here?" I heard from behind, and instantly the moment was shattered. There was two of them, both soldiers decked in their green and brown uniforms. Both of them held deadly smiles, as Dimitri, or the man I dubbed as Dimitri, uncovered himself from my dress. His eyes were different now, fearful as mine were no doubt. These soldiers had the right to put the both of us to death.

"Seeing this really puts me in the mood, doesn't it?" the one soldier said to the other. They were identical in every way, the way their hair was cropped beneath their berets, the same shade of yellow in their eyes.

"There are two of them." the other soldiers said, and stood in front of the man by my crotch. "I guess we could make them a deal."

"Right," The other soldier said, as his partner unzipped his pants. "We should put them to proper work." he told his companion and likewise opened the fold of his pants.

I had to contain my laughter when I noted that both them even had an identical penis, with a slight upward curve like a straightened banana. The only way they were not the same perhaps was in their orientation, for the one soldier pointed his dick at the man I was just about intimate with. He swallowed hard, but ultimately his lips wrapped around the head of the soldier's penis. The soldier moaned and drove his fingers through the man's dark head of hair. I watched enthralled as he bobbed his head back and forth and tenderly gripped the shaft of penis in his mouth. His hand and lips worked in unison to work the soldier's member, and when he stopped to breath he used his tongue to fiddle with the tip of the man.

Had it not been for the strong hand of the solider to guide my head in the opposite direction, I would have been glued to the scene. Alas I now faced the stern dick of the soldier, my only chance of life it seemed. I stared straight at a bulbous vein on the underside of his shaft, and the man's foreskin stretched over the purple head of the penis. My hands pulled back on him, and a pungent smell wafted into my nostrils. I fought back the urge to cringe, I could tell the man hadn't bathed in a day or three and his genitals were none too pleasant to indulge in.

Still, I had never been more turned on in my life. Eagerly I enveloped the man's penis and let the shaft slide across my tongue. My eyes maintained solid contact with the soldier, for I was the viper right now. I let my deadly gaze tell him that I held his life in my hands, and dripped the poison on my saliva onto the head of his penis. My hand slathered him with the stream of spit, as I slid the backside of my tongue toward his testicles. I began to playfully nibble his skin, and drew an amused moan from his mouth. Softly I began to suckle his testicles, as my hand constantly worked the shaft.

I was not to be outdone by a man at this.

In a twist of irony, the twins began to moan in orgasm together, as if their dicks were on a similar schedule. They both similarly grabbed at us with their hands, and forced our heads back. I could do nothing more than let my tongue loll out of my mouth as both their penises exploded. The hot mass of cum splayed out on my cheek, and knocked my head back in surprise. The second shot fell square in my mouth, and decorated my tongue from tip to gorge. Another painted my forehead and hair, while the last big one caught me in the chin.

"Clean yourselves up." One of the soldiers said, and we finished wiping the last dredge of cum from their dicks. We looked at each other, the man I mistakenly thought of as Dimitri was coated in cum all along his left face.

After I swallowed what was in my mouth, I started to lap up the spillage on the wanderer's face, as he similarly did with mine. In his eyes I could see no shame, not that there was pride, but a faint message, 'we're alive.'



The Stranger & the Strange Game



I've done a lot of odd things in my time for being a "good girl". I've been tied up, played domination games and made sure to get myself in all sorts of trouble of that sort since I became seriously interested in role-playing and bondage a few years ago. (I am now 21, and a junior in college!) Even so, letting a friend of a friend enter my home on a somewhat random date with the intention of his tying me to a chair and tormenting me in various ways was probably the single craziest thing I had ever agreed to. Sure, he had a good history with my friend and he and I managed to trade my assuring e-mails. This was still pretty darn crazy, as you never know what kind of situation you will get yourself into, this was beyond risky, and it was also the single most exciting thing I had put myself through up to that point.

On the e-mail we had agreed that he could come at any time between two random dates, and that he could have a set of my keys at his disposal (which I mailed to him) so that he could enter my home at any time he wanted. He also had full power to subdue me, as long as he did not use any weapons or leave any lasting marks. He was able to pursue me unless I managed to leave the property. Otherwise, the rules were not to harm me seriously and that he was responsible for keeping me in his control, as my escape would cost him a serious amount of money as a reward for being able to be free of him. Otherwise, he had full reign on how he kept me bound and gagged, and a choice to torment me in any way that did not cause direct contact with my lower private parts and that which would cause me permanent physical damage. Otherwise, all other various forms of his imagine could be satisfied. I was also supposed to wear sexy, and classy outfits at all times, down to my undergarments which were to be the classiest and most expensive he could afford. He wanted to capture me at my best; apparently the torture would be much worse if he found me in average clothing.

After three weeks of agreement on a date it seemed as if he would never come. Part of me was very relieved to think that maybe this crazy idea would just be forgotten. I had gone most of the month long waiting period having trouble sleeping as I never knew when the man could arrive to make my life a little more exciting. Of course though, the chaos began on the one morning I wish it had not. After waking up at 6:30am to attend an early class meeting I made sure to get dressed as well as I could, wearing a long black skirt, a black silk blouse and carefully chosen stockings and black silk undergarments I was late already and just as I burst out of the door I felt hands close around the front of my face causing me to scream. The scream was quickly cut off and I was pulled to the floor by heavy hands. Part of me was terrified, part of me was extremely worried about missing a class meeting, and it was an odd mix of emotions. Due to my instincts I fought heavily throwing my arms around and biting as much as I could to make my constant kicking even worse. It was a losing situation despite my efforts; as I soon found myself face down with my arms handcuffed behind me. I tried to yell put the strong hands that grabbed me forced a piece of black electric tape over my mouth which kept me relatively quiet for the next ten minutes.

When he was done he carried me to the living room/kitchen area of my small apartment and began to tie me with my hands tightly bound to the top of a chair. I was standing, but the chair kept me standing upright with my hands by my sides and my legs tied to the chair legs. Disappearing into the house I began to fight my gag and the tape slowly peeled off of my face. I started to shout a little bit I was faint with confusion and a slight bit of fear so much so that I wasn't able to make much noise. When he returned I found that he had a pair of my white silk undergarments in his hand and he demanded that I open my mouth. I refused very vehemently and begged to be allowed to go to my class. Through his masked face I could see his eyes anger at the fact that I wasn't taking this game very seriously and he told me that fun time was already over. He stood back and said what I had been wearing was perfect but that it had to come off. He slowly removed my shirt and took out his cigarette light. After lighting a cigarette he asked me again to open my mouth to allow him to gag me with my underwear. Angered, he placed a clothes-pin on my nose to make me open my mouth to breath. Familiar with this trick, I started to breath through clenched teeth. He became even more frustrated and pulled down my bra just enough so my nipples were exposed. I swore he could not break my will and I challenged him to do so however he could and he pulled the dirtiest trick I could have ever imagined out. 

He placed his lighter under my nipple and told me to open my mouth. I was shocked and I refused to thinking it was just a bluff. A few flicks of the lighter later and I was ready to open my mouth and accept the gag just to escape those little flickers of flame. I told him frustrated that I was ready to take what he wanted to give me and I opened my mouth. I had been gagged with panties before, but usually the majority of the panties were left outside of my mouth and it was easier to function with the gag my boyfriends or I had put on. This was a different story altogether. He took my panties and balled them into a tight ball and started to push them into my mouth, once they hit the comfortable point I made a small sigh but he continued to push. I clamped down with my teeth but the lighter re-appeared and I got a stern warning to open my mouth. I did and he spent at least half an hour working the panties so that very little would actually be exiting my mouth. Next a bandage was wrapped around my face with three layers of electric tape meant to hold it all in. It was very difficult to breath though he had made sure my throat was clear and that I would not choke. I was deeply worried about what was to come next, as I should have been.

After my gag was tight and ready he told me that we were going to play a game of trivial pursuit. If I did not get an answer right on a true or false question I would be punished. For this he stripped my stockings and skirt down around my knees which left me feeling very exposed and raw in a way I had never felt before. I had never even met this man! He asked me many questions, I don't remember how many and most of them I got wrong. Each time I made a wrong answer he would suffer some form of torment. For a space of time I had my hair pulled, my nipples teased with fire and clothes pins added to them. I was also spanked and verbally humiliated. I got the last question correct, and when he decided to torment me anyway I felt both enraged and somewhat turned on. The more he tormented me and the more helpless I felt, the more I rubbed my legs together and wished I could relieve the "other" tension building inside of me. Deciding that I had been deserving of a break, he left me drenched in sweat and half-dressed in the kitchen to ponder my thoughts before exposing me to another element of surprise.

After the torment on the chair he decided to drag me to the outside. Placing me over his shoulder I attempted to fight but he let me know that to fight on the outside would surely be a long fall and that he might leave me outside to be eaten alive by the blood sucking bugs that were flying all around me. After securing me to a tree he exposed my breasts and let the insects bite at them for a short time. The game was that I had to fight the fierce gag on my mouth and get it out before I could return to the inside of my part of the house. I don't know how long I fought valiantly, but I do know that watching him sit and smoke a cigarette and I fiercely tried to spit out the ball of silk in my mouth was terribly frustrating. I fought extremely hard and I managed to push the silk out, I was exhausted and he rewarded me by pushing a scarf with a knot in the middle and pushing it back in my mouth. Then he began to cover it with another one until I could barely make a sound. He than carried me back inside for more "fun". My thighs were still tingling and the sexual tension was still terrible for me.

Back inside I could see that it was getting later, he managed to re-gag me with the panties I had been wearing and I had a pair of my stockings worked as a guard between my skin and the six layers of electric tape wrapped around my head, keeping the panties in. I tried to beg for my hands to be free from the new chair in my bedroom he had tied me to. He picked up my phone during the ordeal and when he heard it was one of my college age friends he made me listen to the person asking where I was. It was amazing to try to make words and not be able to, the fullness of my mouth was almost sexual in some ways for the first time since my first experiences with gags and I was delirious with sexual energy and frustration at my lack of being able to get free. He continued his torment by applying ice cubes, teasing flames, pinching and fondling my breasts. He tickled my feet and continually poured his glass of ice cold water on my head as I desperately struggled to break free. The tortures he gave combined with the desperate need to just "get off" were driving me absolutely crazy. I wanted nothing more to get one hand free and relieve the sexual fury that was building up inside of me. The constant torture just confused me more and pushed me to a mental breaking point. Then came a break in which he left me alone in the room for quite some time, I struggled and fought like a hero but it was clear that I was tied up far too well. I was crying from frustration at this point and I was desperate for our game to end so I could enjoy the fruits of it. 

When he returned from an apparent nap (or so he said) he sat in front of me and pulled out his wallet and left many dollar bills of a large amount on the counter in front of me and he offered me a deal. He would leave his cell phone with me, and if I could escape enough to call him by 12:00pm that night he would let me keep the phone, and the money, if not, I owed him by promise (and my word is golden) that I would owe him another game run on his rules that would be much more involved and much more strict. Seeing the money and wishing to have a cell phone I agreed, to make it fair he tied my hands with scarves instead of tape and left me, with the cell phone cruelly placed in the between my legs by my crotch, and he turned me facing my desk clock so I could keep track of the time. When he finished the last knots I fought terribly hard to get free. The sexual frustration, the need for freedom and the temptation of the money was blinding. The complex system of many scarves and knots was far too complex for me and by the time the phone "buzzed" between my legs (nearly making me come) I knew the battle was lost. I heard the footsteps coming down the hall and my captor took his phone, his money and told me in great detail how much fun he planned on having with me the next time. He kindly left me handcuffed in the basement, with a key on the living room coffee table poised for my eventual escape. By the time I claimed the key and relieved myself of the tension I was ready to pass out on the couch, barely making sure my gag was removed. It was one of the most intense orgasms ever, leaving me shaking and terribly weak. 

I awoke to the next morning to an e-mail instructing me on future happenings and what I owed following my failure to escape...a part of me couldn't wait.

(This is a true story based on the dumbest and most rewarding bondage experience of my life!!)