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The Victim

By: The Bard



She had everything. Everything any man could want, could desire, and could need. To say she was beautiful was a misrepresentation, for she was beyond that. Dressed appropriately she appeared as an angel, yet alter those clothes and she could equally be a siren. She was smart, trusting and some might even say free spirited. With these qualities came attention, some of it she inspired and contrived to create while some of it came without warning or desire, so is it any wonder this story is about her. 

Dominique Bane pulled into the local Exxon station and headed directly for the full service pumps. Her cream colored Mercedes convertible was an eye catcher for sure, with its sleek lines and highly polished chrome. There was no doubt in her mind that the young attendant would fawn over her vehicle, and thus she was not surprised to see him rushing along the client on the opposite pump. For a moment while she waited to be served Dominique checked her make up in the vanity mirror. Raising a finger to the corner of her lip she wiped away a small smudge of lipstick, and then grasped the hem of her dark button down angora sweater and tugged upon it until it was smooth against her body. 

Suddenly Dominique realized the attendant was beside her and she looked up into his youthful eyes. At first she was shocked when realization came that he not looking back but was in fact looking lower. She followed his eyes down and realized with the smoothing of her sweater he had locked his gaze upon her chest. He could easily identify their size and shape now, yet the soft angora's fur prevented anything further from being seen. 

Relishing his hot gaze Dominique waited a moment longer then said, "Oh hi, fill it with super would you love." 

Slowly the attendant's eyes drifted from Dominique's breasts to her face then quickly turned away when realization came that she knew where he'd been staring. Flustered now and blushing the young man tried to extricate himself by saying "Oh sure, sure," but before he proceeded she noticed he stole another glance. As the he then moved to fill her car, Dominique popped the driver's door and slipped her first leg out onto the pavement. In the still lowered vanity mirror though her eyes caught sight of the attendant who had now stopped in mid motion with the fuel hose still in hand. Again he was staring in her direction only this time it was her leg which held him paralyzed. 'Cheeky little devil' she thought, and then smiled for she knew, in his own youthful way that was a compliment. 

Slipping her other leg free Dominique now stood, and out of habit she then smoothed down her skirt which clung to her, and stared impatiently at the attendant who still seemed petrified. Suddenly it must have donned on him that he had not as yet started to pump the gas or perhaps he again noticed Dominique had caught him, because for a moment he turned and fumbled with the gas cap. Once again he was blushing under the scrutiny, yet when the fuel started to flow his gaze returned. As it did Dominique was in the process of flicking her hip into the driver's door causing it to swing closed. 

Exasperated now at the young man Dominique asked "Do you sell bottled water in there?" indicating the station store. She figured she'd get away from his lustful gaze by going inside out of sight, for perhaps then he'd finish the job, and allow her to get on with her day. 

She could see the momentary struggle as the young man tried to recall, then waited for him to say "Yes. Yes ma'am inside," followed by an infectious smile. 

She couldn't help herself, for Dominique smiled back and responded "Thanks love," and then bent over the closed car door to retrieve her purse from the passenger seat. As she did so the young attendant watched the way Dominique's already tight skirt tightened even more across her ass. He also watched the way that stretch accented her legs as one rose stork like while the other stretched to the limit. 

As she started to rise up Dominique knew that the attendant was watching even without looking, yet still she stole a peak. Sure enough his full attention was on her lower torso. He was simply incorrigible, yet what could she do? With purse now in hand Dominique made her way to the station's store, but before she entered, she heard the klunk indicating her car was full. "How much?" she called back. "I'll pay for it inside with the water." 

After a brief pause the attendant shouted, "$26.50." 

"Ok thanks" Dominique replied, and then followed this up with "Be a love and get the window would you." 

Inside the station itself the scene was not much different. Another young attendant watched with seemingly drooling eyes, smiling incessantly and waiting. Never for a moment did he allow her out of his sight, and she could just tell he was imagining each curve and swell of her body without clothes. What could be hotter she thought for the youth of today, than a sexy older woman, obviously very well off, and driving a fancy hot sports car. 

Then as Dominique found the water, she realized all this youthful awe was actually was making her excited. She could sense how her nipples ached and felt the mild tingling between her thighs. For a moment she even allowed herself a tiny fantasy of these two strapping young men taking her. She imagined how they would both strip off her skirt and sweater then take turns ravaging her body over and over again. Much like some wild tag team match the bell would signal a change of places and that bell sounded again and again. 

Suddenly that bell sounded with an even greater clarity, starling Dominique and causing her to drop the water which burst open and splashed everywhere. Instantly the attendant was there to aid her but as she bent to retrieve the bottle she noticed he was enjoying the view up her skirt through the parted thighs. The very idea he was stealing a peek made Dominique even wetter. She wondered how much he saw and had he even realized the extent of her desire. The lady within her though forced her to stand and remove that temptation. 

Now with the view now gone the young man also stood and said "Don't worry its only water I'll get it later, but you can't leave the door open lady" 

"Huh? What" Dominique replied, before the meaning of the words sank in. Before he could repeat himself though that understanding became clear and Dominique realized had she worn a blouse instead of the sweater this young man would not have been so quick to have her close it. As it was with all the attention and the impact of cool air upon her skin, her nipples had hardened, but in a blouse they would have shone through like search lights in a night sky. Dominique also realized that it was just that tiny bit of extra stimulation; the cool air from the fridge door; which had triggered her reaction in the first place, and sent her off into that brief fantasy. 

Now it was her turn to be embarrassed, and thus Dominique quickly retrieved another water then closed the door and followed the attendant to the counter to pay. As he rang in the gas and water another louder 'ding' sent a shiver through Dominique and she almost dropped her purse. It was as though her fantasy refused to be washed away but a movement outside caught her attention and she suddenly realized it was just another car pulling up to the pumps. 

With that new found knowledge Dominique's body began to relax and she paid for the purchases. Even as she did so though, Dominique was now acutely aware of how the young man behind the counter watched with deep lustful eyes. It made her all the hotter too for in addition to this attention she could now feel the splashed waters running down her calves teasing and torturing every nerve. As she left Dominique found herself swinging her hips slightly in a provocative manner. Might as well give them one last thrill she thought. 

Outside the other attendant was still slowly, very slowly, washing her windows. She knew it was a ruse so he'd have a chance to see her up close again and she for one was not about to let him down. What harm could there be in one more tiny tease. Now continuing on with the same taunting gait Dominique reversed her earlier process, yet as she approached the driver's door the young man was already there holding it open. Slowly she re-entered the car making sure the attendant had a good long look before finally being able to close her door. 

Then as a last action Dominique opened the water and took a short sip but made sure some accidentally escaped and rolled down her chin and ultimately down her throat. It was cold, invigorating and oh so sensuous, causing Dominique to gasp even though it was expected. Then she reached up with her free hand to capture that overflow as she watched the attendant out of the corner of her eye. As a final act Dominique opened the upper two buttons of her sweater retrieved a tissue and stroked down into the valley of her partially exposed breasts to capture the last remnants of that stray water. She licked her lips during this, then handed the young man the wet tissue and the rest of her water.

"Here" she said as she handed them over and allowed one manicured and polished nail to trail down his chest to his belt just above the large budge visible there. Then purposely staring directly at his bulging slacks so he'd be aware she knew, she offered "Looks like you need this more than me." Chuckling lightly Dominique then drove off. The last image she had was from the car's rearview mirror. She saw the interior attendant coming to the stations main door and howling "woooo hooooo" while the other cooled himself by emptying the contents of her water over his own head. Dominique was sure they'd both have some wild tales to tell later. So far the day was a success. 

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Dominique's next stop was her stylist. Once a month like clockwork she'd go for about a few hours of personal care. She'd have her hair, and occasionally nails done while also affording her the opportunity to chat about current gossip, and events. Then when she was finished she'd hit the malls feeling like a million bucks, for an afternoon of shopping, flirting and showing off. 

Today though as Dominique entered the salon, the owner immediately approached her "Dominique" she said in a surprised tone. "What are you doing here? 

"What do you mean" came the immediate response. "I'm here for my treatment same as always." 

"But didn't someone call you? Marie's sick." 

"What? No, nobody called me. Is it serious?" 

"We're not sure yet, she fainted a few days ago and she's been in the hospital ever since. I'm sorry you had to come all this way for nothing" 

For a moment Dominique's brow furrowed as she considered the information. This certainly was not good news, she truly liked Marie and always felt comfortable having her do her hair but now there was no telling how long it might be before she could have that done again. Ah well Dominique realized there nothing she could do. 

"Well thanks anyway Cynthia" Dominique finally offered. "I suppose you should call me though when she's back so I can fill my appointment. Give her my best ok" 

Before she could turn and leave however a voice from the back called out. "Mrs. Drake I have time and could take her if the lady would like." 

Immediately both ladies turned to see the newest stylist bounding up from the back. She was young, perhaps mid twenties, energetic, and most notably short. She couldn't have been much more than five foot tall, dressed in a mid-drift tee shirt and mid thigh length skirt. Her hair was a streaked blonde combination, cut short yet somehow it suited her, and her eyes were a soft gray. 

"Oh I don't know" Cynthia Drake immediately began, but the young stylist quickly cut her off. 

"Oh please Mrs. Drake I'll take really good care of her I promise." 

Perhaps there was something in that youthful confidence and energy which rubbed off or possible Dominique resigned herself that sooner or later she'd have to try a new stylist for Dominique placed her hand on Cynthia's arm and said "It's ok with me, so long as she has the time." 

Relieved of having to make that decision Cynthia merely turned to the stylist and said "Make sure you take really good care of her she's a valued client." 

With that the stylist's eye's lit up, and her bubbly voice followed "Ok" she said taking Dominique's hand "Come on, my chairs this way." 

But immediately Cynthia interjected. "Chrissy! Mrs. Bane gets the full treatment. Hair and nails, she also gets the private salon." 

"Oooo," came the excited reply. "Ok then Mrs. Drake." Then turning her attention back to Dominique she continued "You get the big window. Come on then its upstairs." 

Suddenly Dominique was not sure this was such a great idea, but it seemed too late now to change her mind and thus allowed the young stylist to take her in tow. Once she was seated however Dominique began to relax. The stylist's attitude became calmer and much more professional. She started out by introducing her self, then questioned Dominique about the style, color, and intended effect she wanted her hair to have. She examined Dominique's hair, for areas of damage, checked the thickness and softness. She had never before had a stylist pay such attention to her hair. The way she constantly slipped her fingers through it, pausing briefly at the ends to check for damage. Dominique realized this must be the newest techniques being taught in the beauty industry and since this stylist was obviously new she was benefiting from them. The other thing Dominique began to realize was how wonderfully relaxing this technique was. 

As Dominique sat allowing Chrissy to work, she suddenly realized she knew nothing of the young lady herself. At first she tried striking up conversations which she might have had with Mary, yet Chrissy only listened, without offering a point of view or anything new. She then tried a more direct approach by asking probing questions to see if somewhere they had a common bond which they could share. This too was unsuccessful though for whether Chrissy was just shy or fixated upon the task at hand Dominique could not find that key. In the end Dominique just remained quiet and allowed Chrissy the freedom to do her work uninterrupted. 

Somewhere in the silence and Chrissy's ministrations though Dominique began to think back to the guys at the service station. They really weren't so bad. After all it's quite the compliment to be thought of as hot, sexy and ultimately desirable. She remembered how the fuel attendant became hard just looking at her and allowed herself a small fantasy of him pressing that hard young body against hers. She'd moan softly as that hardness pressed hotly into her ass. 

"Nice, isn't it?" That voice would whisper in her ear, but suddenly Dominique realized it was no whisper it was Chrissy who had spoken. 

"What?" Dominique asked as her eyes began to open yet; it was not the ceiling her eyes were treated to. Instead they looked directly up Chrissy's mid drift T shirt to the small firm breasts beneath. 

"I said nice isn't it" Chrissy replied. 

Although Dominique didn't understand how Chrissy had known what she was thinking, she couldn't help herself but stare at the sight before her. Those perfect young breasts were braless, small, smooth, and very sexy with just the hint of the tiny pink aureole being visible. She watched as they lowered until the very edge of Chrissy top brushed her forehead, and then gasped from that gentle contact. She could smell the soft scent of Chrissy's body, and suddenly her mouth felt so dry. 

Chrissy now undaunted by the silence though continued "I just love that tingling feeling as warm water pours over, don't you?" As she finished the sentence Chrissy's body lowered dragging the hem of her shirt against Dominique's skin. Perhaps that in itself would not have been so bad, but the shirt did not move as fast as her body and thus the bare breast just grazed Dominique's nose before rising away. 

A deep shudder raced through Dominique's body as this occurred, along with the intense desire to just grab the young lady and suck upon those tender breasts. Instead though she closed her eyes to avoid betraying the erotic feelings she now experienced. Her own breasts ached and her legs shifted, yet she knew if she continued to watch her willpower would wane and she'd eventually give in. 

Chrissy though didn't even seem to notice the intimate contact and just continued working on Dominique's hair. Now she was adding the juniper scented shampoo and when the scent assailed Dominique's nose she again opened her eyes. Once more those glorious breasts hovered before her, in fact they seemed to be close enough for her own eyelashes to caress, and thus Dominique found herself slowly blinking as her mind longed for that contact. 

Naturally Chrissy's breasts were not so close and the contact never came yet with each cleansing stroke through Dominique's hair they did bob, weave and dance just beyond. Mesmerized by the sight Dominique found herself holding her breath in anticipation of what was to come. One hand shifted from the armrest to her own body, and she could feel the heat from that hand instantly through her sweater. 

Still Chrissy worked though; thoroughly cleaning, seemingly each individual strand, as Dominique watched helplessly. Suddenly the fact that she was holding her breath caught up with her and Dominique breathed out a long needed breath. As this occurred Dominique took in the sight of Chrissy's tiny pink caps suddenly darkening and growing before her very eyes. Her nipples had become so hard in that instance and Dominique realized Chrissy was excited too. It was obvious now that Chrissy was indeed flirting if not outright trying to seduce her. For Dominique though the question was how far did she herself wish to go. 

Warm water again flowed as Chrissy began the process of rinsing the shampoo from her hair yet now each time it broached the hairline Dominique realized Chrissy was caressing her face. Sure those actions were masked under the pretense of keeping the waters from Dominique's eyes but now she was sure of it. All the pieces had fallen into place Chrissy was slowly trying to seduce her. 

Naturally this veritable cornucopia of tiny caresses mixed with warm waters did little to alleviate Dominique's previous erotic feelings and in fact merely amplified them. Then as Dominique's body gave up the formal resistance her legs slowly parted and awaited Chrissy's tender caresses. Instead though she shifted Dominique's chair back into an upright position and all that stimulation was gone. No more were Chrissy's breasts visible, nor did the waters flow or tiny caresses continue that one simple act had terminated everything. Now all Dominique could do was watch in the mirror as the young lady sorted though and picked up her styling tools. 

Oh how Dominique realized her body ached for attention, yet in this new position with Chrissy's apparent change of heart that would not come. At first she tried just to ignore it, and just let those urges pass, but already they had been fanned into smoldering desire. Dominique decided that if Chrissy was simply wavering unsure within herself perhaps she could provoke the young lady by slipping sexual innuendos into their conversations. At first there didn't seem to be any reaction, yet slowly Dominique became aware that on occasion Chrissy's thigh would rub against her hand on the chair's handrest. The first time this occurred Dominique would cautiously move her hand away, yet as it continued and her desire began to rise again she started leaving it there.  

Now each time that would occur Dominique would close her eyes and concentrate on the feelings her senses experienced. The silkiness of that thigh, the warmth it seemed to emanate upon her hand, and the stirring of passions within herself. Oh how her nipples ached for attention and how her juices flowed. In addition to this Dominique began questioning herself. Was this truly a directed action upon Chrissy's part? Perhaps the young lady had no idea what she was doing and really had no intension of seducing her. The unknown quality about it added to Dominique's desire though, and thus she resolved to test the waters. Then on the next occurrence of that thigh touching her hand Dominique moved it. Not away as in the past but slightly up. This time it was the thigh which moved away, but after a few minutes it was back again. 


The Victim



A chance encounter would change the fate of three people. That's what went through Chris Jenkins' mind as he lay on the floor, breathing the last breaths of his life.

If I didn't have to piss so bad, would I still be here?

He tried to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but instead he coughed up blood. The deep darkness of death crept in around his vision. He felt his heart slowing down. His body was done. Bon voyage!

Damn my bladder...

***

Tiffany West examined her nude body in the mirror. She frowned. She picked up her heavy breasts and let them fall back against her chest.

I really need to start jogging again. The girls are starting to sag.

She turned sideways and examined her stomach. It curved out slightly. She turned around completely and looked over her shoulder to examine her ass. She put her hands behind her and jiggled her butt. Ripples ran through her ample flesh.

I don't know why Eric likes this huge ass. It looks grotesque to me. I can clearly see the cellulite lines across my butt and thighs.

But her husband constantly raved about her ass and begged her not to lose too much weight. She loved him dearly and decided she could live with it.

She examined herself in the mirror again. She traced the tan line down her chest with her fingers. She never could find the time to go to the tanning salon. Eric and she had built a pool in the backyard several years ago but it would be a cold day in hell when she sunbathed nude out there.

I told him I would only consider it if he rebuilt the fence higher. But he seems to like the idea of our neighbors peeking over. I swear, I married a real pervert!

She chuckled at the thought. She could be just as perverted as her darling husband, albeit in other areas. None of her friends had anal sex with their husbands but Tiffany loved it. Of course, her friend Jan had sex with her husband in a movie theater, so there were different definitions of perverted.

She gave one last sigh at her reflection and began dressing. I don't care what Eric says, I need to lose some weight. I am taking up jogging again.

As though her thoughts were a magical summons, Eric walked in the bathroom. His short brown hair was tussled from sleep and his eyes were barely open.

"Good morning," he mumbled as he hugged her from behind.

"Good morning, my love," she replied. She patted his hand and he let go. She bent over and finished pulling up her stocking. Eric had walked over to the toilet and was relieving himself.

"Eric!" she admonished him. "How many times do I have to tell you? Please wait until I leave the restroom to do that!"

"Sorry," he apologized. "I'm still half-asleep."

She shook her head and smiled as he continued to relieve himself. Damn that man can piss gallons! What does he drink before he goes to bed?

"So honey, I am thinking about taking up jogging again. I have gained 5 pounds since the beginning of the year."

He finally finished and flushed the toilet. He walked back to her and hugged her again.

"Ok baby," he said. "Just don't lose too much of this nice ass." He squeezed her ass through her panties.

She smacked his chest playfully. "I swear, I sometimes think you are married to my ass and not to me."

He laughed and squeezed her ass again. "Your ass is nice and all, but who would make me dinner?"

He laughed and started ducking her half-hearted punches. She slapped him on his bare ass and shoved him out the bathroom.

"Get dressed you rascal! I need to pack Aaron's lunch before I take off."

He nodded as he walked to the closet. She admired his ass for a few seconds before shaking her head.

He isn't the only one who loves ass.

And with that cheerful thought, she finished dressing and packed her son's lunch. Eric was still dressing when she left for work.

***

Chris yawned at his desk and stretched his arms over his head. I wonder what Eric is up to.

He left his cubicle to go see what his best friend was doing. He listened to the buzz of hundreds of people talking on the phone and had to dodge several other people who were on important errands.

He found his best friend surfing the web in his cubicle.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Chris roared, startling Eric so much that he almost fell out of his chair.

"Jesus Christ man, are you trying to give me a heart attack? I thought you were Mr. Carter there for a second."

Chris grinned and slapped him on the shoulder. "I am just keeping you on your toes, buddy. I thought I taught you to always keep an ear out. Looks like you are a hopeless cause."

Eric snorted. "Shit, the way you make it sound I should already be out of a job. I am good enough that Mr. Carter has never caught me."

"Whatever douche-bag. So, we doing lunch today or what?"

"I can't man, you know I am on a tight budget. Tiffany made some good pasta last night and there are some leftovers in the fridge. You can join me if you want."

Chris gave a theatrical sigh. "Leftover pasta? What did I do to deserve a dirt poor friend?"

"Oh shut up, you know you love her cooking," Eric shot back.

Chris sighed again but he couldn't deny it. Eric had married a damn fine cook. And a damn fine woman, as well. Chris liked to remind Eric that if he ever fucked up with her, he would swoop in and steal her in an instance.

Fuck me if she isn't a knockout. I love her long dark hair...and those curves! Eric always raves about her ass but he doesn't have to tell me that. And her tits! Fuck! I still remember that day at the beach when she wore those heavy knockers in a small bikini top. I didn't want to get out of the water because my fucking cock was bursting through my shorts!

He liked to tease Eric about having a threesome and he thought Eric was secretly for the idea, as he pretty much told him one drunken night, but he knew Tiffany would never do it in a million years.

Oh well, there are plenty of other fine women out there.

***

"Tiffany, I told you to take today off. You have been working your butt off here and I want you to take a damn vacation already. Barring that, at least take a day off. Do we understand each other?"

Tiffany opened her mouth to say something but her boss, Helen, held up her finger.

"I am hearing no arguments today. You have accrued enough vacation time to take a whole year off! I reviewed your workload and I know your cases will still be here tomorrow. So please, get out of here. I am tired of looking at you." She smiled as she said it.

Tiffany couldn't deny that she could use a day off. But she felt like she was on a hot streak, winning her last 5 court cases in a row. And that was without plea bargins!

"Ok, ok, you win," she relented.

Helen threw her hands up in the air in mock celebration. "Finally! Now get out of here before you talk your way out of it."

Tiffany decided today would be the perfect opportunity to start jogging again. So she said her goodbyes to everyone and drove home.

She briefly thought about picking Eric up for lunch but decided jogging would be a better use of her time. Besides, they were on a tight budget. Public defenders and salesmen didn't exactly make the best money.

She got home an hour or so before lunch and quickly changed into her jogging clothes. For a wonder, they still fit since the last time she used them. She jogged down her neighborhood and to the nearby jogging track.

She was definitely out of shape. She pushed herself to do one hour but gave up after 30 minutes. Her knees and ankles hurt and she was gasping for air.

Damn it girl, I still have 3 years until I am 40! Don't act like it yet!

She huffed and puffed her way back to the house. She walked into her bedroom, shedding her clothes along the way. She turned on the shower and let the hot water pour over her body. She felt her muscles relax and she let out a contented sigh.

***

Chris chugged down his bottle of Dr. Pepper while riding with Eric. As luck would have it, traffic was jammed due to a minor wreck.

"Fuck! Shit! I have to pee like a fucking racehorse! Just pull over man and I will go on the side of the road."

Eric gave him an incredulous look. "Are you trying to get arrested? Look, we are almost past the wreck and then we will be at my house in no time."

Chris stuck his head out of the window and screamed, "Hurry the fuck up you idiots!" He reached over to the steering wheel and leaned on the horn.

Eric knocked his hands away. The driver in front of him stuck his hand out of the window and flipped them the bird. Eric threw up his hands in disgust.

"You asshole, are you trying to get us killed?"

Chris snorted and fidgeted in his seat. "I would like to see that bastard try anything. I would knock his ass out and then piss all over him."

Eric shook his head. Eventually the traffic cleared and they pulled up to his house 5 minutes later.

Chris jumped out of the car and ran to the front door. He pulled on the handle but it was locked.

"Come on you faggot! Hurry up and unlock this door!" Chris hopped up and down while grabbing his crouch.

Eric smiled and took his time finding his key and unlocking the door. Chris made a mental note to pay him back.

The door was finally unlocked and Chris dashed to the restroom.

"Don't use the guest bathroom! The toilet is backed up. Use the master bath instead!" Eric called out.

Chris let out a groan of frustration and changed directions. He bolted through Eric's bedroom but stopped suddenly. He could hear the shower running. Despite his bursting bladder, Chris crept up to the door.

Who is in there? Tiffany never comes home for lunch. But who else could it be?

He put his ear to the door and pulled back when he heard the shower turn off. He could feel his heart pounding. Tiffany was naked on the other side of this door. And since he didn't know she was home, he could charge in there and catch her naked. He had the perfect excuse.

Maybe I should try to see if I could peek first.

Chris felt no guilt about trying to peek at his best friend's wife. He turned the knob as slowly and carefully as a surgeon making an incision. He pushed the door open just a fraction. He shoved his eye into the narrow crack.

Today was his lucky day. The crack was lined up perfectly to where Tiffany was standing. She had her back to the door and was putting lotion on her legs. Her fantastic ass was staring Chris right in his face.

His bursting bladder was all but forgotten. Instead his cock ached with a mixture of lust and piss. He watched as she repeatedly bent over to rub lotion up and down her legs. He drank in every view of that fleshy ass. A tan line in the shape of panties ran down her ass. It was a startling, and erotic, contrast of tan and pale skin. Whenever she bent over, her ass would enlarge.

He had a sudden image of watching that ass as he fucked her doggy-style. It took all his willpower not to pull his cock out and masturbate.

Hurry up and turn around! Let me see those fun bags I have fantasized about for so many years. Eric will start wondering where I am at in a few moments.

Fate heard him, it seemed. She turned sideways suddenly and began rubbing lotion on her arms. He was afforded a side view of her left breast. It sagged down toward her stomach. He let out a moan of longing and lust.

Ok Chris, it's now or never!

He took a deep breath and banged the door open. He ran inside and stopped. He put the best surprised look on his face that he could manage.

Tiffany whirled around when the door crashed open. If she would have been expecting anyone, it would have been her husband. The fact that it was Chris made her freeze up.

The longest moment in Chris' life seemed to stretch on forever. Tiffany stood completely naked with a bottle of lotion held loosely in one hand. Her heavy breasts hung down her chest and her neatly trimmed bush sparkled with water drops.

The bottle of lotion dropped from her hand. Chris' cock strained against his pants as his eyes drank up the view.

Time finally lurched back into motion as Tiffany covered her breasts and bush with her arms and screamed.

Chris held up his hands. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were here, I swear!"

Tiffany was red-faced with embarrassment. "Get out of here! Get out! Get out!"

Chris scrambled back for the door, but not before he drank in one last view of this black-haired goddess. Her tits were way too ample to completely cover with her arms. She did a good job of covering the nipples but the excess flesh spilled over her arms. 

Chris' cock was about to explode, as was his bladder. He ran back through the bedroom just as Eric was walking in.

"Hey what's-" Eric began as Chris whipped past him.

"Sorry!" Chris yelled over his shoulder. He ran into the other bathroom, backed-up toilet be damned, and quickly relieved himself. His knees almost buckled with pleasure as the pressure on his bladder was released. The piss came out slow as it had to flow through a rock-hard cock.

That was the greatest thing I have ever seen! Fuck it, I am jacking off!

Chris flushed the toilet, lowered the seat, sat down, and proceeded to furiously jack-off his 6 inch penis. The image of her perfect ass staring right at him was seared into his mind. He closed his eyes and the image was so sharp, he could almost feel her skin under his hand.

He imagined his hands appearing behind her as she bent down to rub on lotion. He saw his hands touch those two mounds of flesh and part them like Moses parted the Red Sea.

His cock came into view of the image now as he held her ass open for it. He saw the head of his penis stretch longingly toward her pussy. The opening was inches away. The head came into contact and disappeared from his view as it entered her warm tunnel.

Chris moaned loudly as cum shot out of his cock and hit the wall opposite of him. The last two shots of cum dribbled feebly onto his hand.

Tiffany...

***

Eric watched, confused, as Chris whipped by him.

What the hell is going on here?

Eric walked toward the bathroom and stopped in the doorway, stunned. Standing completely naked in front of him was his wife. Her face was redder than he had ever seen it. He felt a strange lurching motion in his stomach and groin.

"Tiffany? What...How...Huh?"

Tiffany pointed a shaking finger behind him. "That...that...stupid bastard friend of yours just burst in here while I was getting dressed!"

The information took a few moments to process in Eric's mind. What...so...so...Chris just saw my wife naked?

Eric's deep, dark secret fantasy of watching his wife get fucked by another man instantly popped into his head. He felt his cock twitch.

"Baby...did Chris just see you naked?"

"Yes you dumb ass! I just got done taking a shower and was putting on lotion when he burst in here like there was a fire! And then he just stood there looking at me! I was so stunned that I didn't even cover up!"

Eric's cock was now agonizingly hard. Take a breath Eric, this is just the situation I have been waiting for! If I play my cards right...

Eric threw back his head and laughed. He saw Tiffany's face get even redder.

"What the fuck are you laughing at? Didn't you just hear anything I said? Another man just saw me naked! And not just anybody! No, it had to be your best fucking friend!"

"Honey, take a deep breath. Calm down. Chris' bladder was about to explode. We got caught in traffic on the way over here. I told him to use this bathroom because the toilet in the guest bathroom is backed up, remember?"

Tiffany closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The red slowly drained from her face. "I'm sorry," she muttered. "I know it's not his fault. There is no way you could have known that I was here. I should have called you..."

Eric walked over to her and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him.

"Honey, don't worry about it. So what that he saw you naked; it's not the end of the world."

She nodded and stepped back from his embrace. She looked around and found a towel. She quickly wrapped herself up.

"I know," she finally said. "It's just...how am I ever suppose to face him again?"

"Don't worry baby," Eric said. "This will blow over in no time, you wait and see. All three of us will be laughing about this in years to come."

But hopefully the seed is planted for my fantasy...I just hope I don't get a repeat of what happened when I first told her that fantasy years ago...

***

Tiffany finished brushing her teeth and turned off the bathroom light. She walked out and saw her husband waiting in bed for her. He had a big smile on his face.

Oh my god, does he think he is getting lucky tonight after that debacle earlier today?

She approached the bed cautiously and slid under the covers. He immediately turned over and leaned on his elbow. She didn't have a good feeling about his big smile.

"So...my sexy hot wife, how are you feeling?"

"Tired," she said, somewhat icily, hoping her tone of voice would give him a big clue.

He didn't take the hint. "I was talking to Chris after lunch today and he told me that he never saw anything more arousing in his entire life."

Tiffany rolled over furiously to face her husband. "He said what? What the fuck did you two talk about?"

Eric held up his hands defensively. "Calm down honey. I just wanted to get the awkwardness out of the way. We had a good laugh about it and then we just talked. He was dead serious when he said he has never seen anything sexier than what he saw today."

"How dare you talk to him about this? You had a good laugh? What am I, a fucking punch line? Who gives a shit what he said! Why the fuck are you discussing your naked wife with another man?"

Eric's face was starting to go pale. Tiffany felt a little stab of guilt but she was still too embarrassed about what happened today to think rationally.

"Honey," he said weakly. "I just thought you would appreciate the compliment. I know you think you aren't looking good right now and that's why you want to take up jogging again. But another man just saw you naked for the first time and he can't stop raving about it! You can't tell me that it doesn't feel good to hear that."

Tiffany felt a little flush creep up her face. The fact was she did like the compliment. The thought that her body could drive another man crazy was...gratifying.

Get a hold of yourself! Don't let him inflate your ego or he is going to get some crazy ideas in his head.

"Ok," she admitted, "it does feel a little bit good. But that doesn't change the fact that a man I see over here all the time has seen me naked. Every time he looks at me he is going to picture me naked."

"So?" her husband said, his voice husky. "Admit it; it's a little exciting to think that another man saw you naked, isn't it?"

Tiffany shoved him out of bed with a vicious push to his chest. He gave a surprised cry before his body thumped onto the floor.

"You think I have forgotten that sick fantasy of yours?" she screamed. "Do you remember what happened last time you brought that up? Do you want to sleep on the couch for a month this time? Keep that sick fantasy to yourself and never let me hear it again!"

With that ominous statement, she turned over and drew the blankets up to her chin. It was several minutes before Eric crept timidly back into bed.

***

It had been one week since the incident and Chris still could not stop thinking about it. He spent hours a day remembering every curve of Tiffany's body. He masturbated more times in the past week than he had in the past 6 months. She dominated his every thought.

And seeing Eric every day at work wasn't helping either. It was just another reminder of that beautiful woman who tormented his dreams. At the same time, he wanted nothing more than to talk to Eric about her. Fortunately, Eric didn't seem inclined to discuss what happened since they had their talk.




The Victim



In fact, Eric wasn't looking too good. He had dark circles under his eyes and walked around lethargically. Where they both used to joke around and cuss each other out, there was now only silence and head nods.

It had been a long week for Chris. He needed to get out of this funk and he needed his best friend back. He stared at his computer screen for several minutes as he contemplated his dilemma.

I miss how things were. I miss teasing Eric about stealing his wife or not liking her cooking. I miss only having rare fantasies about her. I need to get her out of my head!

The trouble was Chris had no idea why he was so obsessed with Tiffany. She was gorgeous, yes, but so were many other women. Was it the forbidden fruit aspect? Was it because he has known her for many years?  Fuck it. Chris pushed himself away from his desk and got up. He cleared his mind of all his doubts and all the confusion and began to walk. He didn't allow himself to think. The time for thought was over. He walked past dozens of cubicles before arriving at Eric's.

He stopped and observed his best friend. He sat staring at his computer screen just as Chris had done several minutes before. He looked pathetic and sad. Chris cleared his throat.

"Hey cocksucker, what's up?" Chris winced at the forced levity in his voice.

Eric turned slowly toward him. Chris almost winced again at the sad state his buddy was in. The bags under his eyes were darker and more pronounced. He had several days' worth of stubble on his cheeks. There was also a large stain on his shirt.

"Hey Chris," he mumbled. He turned back toward his computer.

Chris felt a slight pain in his heart. Damn, I haven't been a good friend lately.

"Hey buddy, anybody ever tell you that you look like shit?"

Eric's shoulders sagged as he let out a sigh. He did not turn around. "What do you want?"

"What do I want? I want my best friend to take a fucking shower, that's what I want. It smells like a mixture of my granny and old cheese in here."

Eric's back was to him but he thought he saw a ghost of a smile on the side of his face. "She was bat-shit crazy about cheese, wasn't she?"

Chris barked a laugh. "Yeah...I swear that woman put cheese on everything. 'What are you eating? Cereal? Want some cheese on that? Oh, is that hot chocolate? Hold on, I have the perfect cheese for that.' I wouldn't be surprised if she had a dildo fashioned out of cheese."

There was no doubt about it this time, Eric was smiling. His shoulders even shook a little bit with laughter. He turned back around and rubbed his eyes.

"Thanks man, I needed that," he said.

Chris swatted him on the shoulder. "No problem, always glad to help. Now, why don't you stop being such a pussy and tell me what's going on?"

He rubbed his face and thought about his answer. "Well...I don't think it will surprise you to know it's about what happened...last week."

Chris nodded. "No shit, Sherlock."

Eric smiled and continued. "I did my best to calm Tiffany down. I told her what you said about her. I thought she would really appreciate the compliment. I think I finally succeeded there but then I pushed my luck..."

Chris groaned. "What did you do this time?"

Eric hesitated before answering. "Do...do you remember that one night when Tiffany kicked me out? The night you and me went out and got shit-drunk?"

Chris had a vague feeling about where this was going. He felt his heart speed up. Is he talking about what I think he is talking about?

Eric swallowed. "I told you that night about my fantasy...about how I want to watch another man fuck Tiffany. Remember?"

Now it was Chris' turn to swallow. He felt his cock twitching. "Yeah, I remember."

"Well, I think Tiffany got pretty excited about the fact that you liked her body. So I thought my luck might be changing. So I tried to bring up my fantasy again, thinking that she was excited about another man seeing her naked. Well...I was wrong. Dead wrong."

Chris absorbed this in silence. Damn! I knew she would never become agreeable to it.

Eric sighed. "She has barely spoken to me all week. It has been a strain at home. Aaron is confused and frightened. I do my best to cheer him up but he knows something is going on with his mom and dad. And whenever she does talk to me, she says things like 'I don't even know who you are anymore.'"

Eric looked down and locked his hands together. "I am so afraid she is going to leave me," he whispered.

Chris' heart went out to him. But at the same time, he was aware of the traitorous thoughts floating through his head.

If she leaves him...she will be single. But he would be devastated. And even if I manage to bang her, what would that do to our friendship?

Chris did not trust himself to speak so he said nothing. Eric continued to examine his hands. The silence stretched out for several painful minutes.

Finally, Chris thought he might have a solution. "Look man, everything went wrong that day I saw her naked. We need to get back to where we were before that day. And the only way to do that is to bury the hatchet between us. We all need to get together and hash this thing out. What do you think?"

Eric looked up at him hopefully. "Do you think that will work?"

Chris cringed inside at the look of trust and hope on his best friend's face. I am the worst fucking friend. I see how miserable he is and I still want to bang his wife so bad. I am pathetic.

"Yeah, I do," he told Eric.

Eric clapped his hands together. A light seemed to shine from his tired eyes. "Alright, sounds like we have a plan. Aaron is spending the night at his friend Jake's house on Friday. I think we should have dinner at my house."

"That sounds good man. Tell your wife to wear something slutty."

Eric laughed and it eased the pain in Chris' heart to see life back in him. Ok, now all I have to do is stop thinking about his wife. I have to figure this thing out. Why is she haunting me?

***

Dinner had been another frosty event. But Eric didn't care. He had a plan now. He walked into his bedroom. Tiffany was sitting in front of her vanity mirror, brushing her hair. She saw him in the mirror and frowned.

"What do you want?" she asked him as she continued brushing.

"I want to have dinner Friday night. I invited Chris over. I think we need to talk about what happened. We need to move on."

Tiffany put down her brush and turned around to face him. She didn't look angry. "Yes, I was thinking about the same thing."

Eric let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He felt tension melt from his shoulders. He walked over to her and knelt in front of her.

"Baby, I am so sorry about bringing up that fantasy again. I realize how disturbing it is. Stuff like that needs to stay inside my head. I promise you that I will never, ever talk about it again."

She looked at him for several moments. He felt sweat trickle down his back. His palms were sweaty.

Come on baby, please...

"What is it about that fantasy that you like? Why do you think watching another man fuck me is so erotic?"

Eric hesitated as he considered his answer. "I think...because it's taboo. You haven't had another man inside of you in over 13 years and that excites me. That is the best answer I can give you..."

She sighed and looked down at the floor. She brought her head up and looked into his eyes. "I don't think I will ever understand you fascination...but I guess I don't need to. If it makes your horny then go ahead and fantasize about it." She held up her finger and pointed at him. "But don't think I will ever do something like that. You are the only man I ever want to be with for the rest of my life."

Eric smiled and grabbed her hand. She let him. He kissed her palm. "Baby, I never expected you to. Believe me that fantasy is over."

She smiled and grabbed his face. She leaned in and kissed him. "I love you. So don't be such a pervert ok?"

He laughed. "Ok baby. You got it."

***

Friday night arrived faster than anybody was anticipating, but especially for Chris. He stood in front of his best friend's front door but did not knock. He held a cheap bottle of wine in his hands and stared at it as if the label held all the answers to life's dilemmas.

Fuck me...I am suppose to be here to help save my best friend's marriage and I still can't get his wife out of my head. What is wrong with me?

He sighed and knocked on the door. He saw a shadow approaching through the distorted glass on the front door. His heart clenched up and he let out a relieved breath as Eric opened the door.

Get a hold of yourself! After everything that happened, why would Tiffany answer the door?

"Hey douche," Chris greeted his best friend. "Look what I brought." He held up the wine bottle.

"Ah, the cheap grocery store wine. You certainly are a cheap bastard, aren't you?" He smiled and stepped back so Chris could enter.

"Damn right," Chris replied, shoving Eric with his elbow as he walked by.

"I believe you know the way to the dining room," Eric said. He gestured with his hand for Chris to go on ahead.

Chris' heart clenched up again as he made his way down the hallway. He stopped next to a pair of sliding doors and took a deep breath.

I fucked everything up and I need to correct it. I will not let her sneak inside my mind anymore!

He pulled open the doors as Eric walked past him to get into the kitchen. Chris took a step inside the dining room and stopped.

Tiffany was walking around the table and setting the dishes. She turned around when she heard the doors open. Instantly, color rushed into her cheeks and she turned her head in embarrassment.

This is going to be a lot harder than I thought, Chris thought, as he stood enraptured in her presence. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was wearing a low-cut blouse and a short skirt. Her long, tan legs were glistening in the light of the dining room. Chris felt his cock harden instantly.

He lowered the bottle of wine to his crotch and walked gingerly to the table. It was a short, round table that would sit only 4. They had a formal dining room that contained the big table in another room in the house. He took a seat on put the wine on the table.

"Hey Tiff," he said, his voice rough and uneven. He felt his face flush.

She didn't look at him when she replied. "Hey Chris."

***

Tiffany felt as though her whole body was burning up. When she saw Chris walk in, the shame and embarrassment of the last week came rushing back and hit her like a truck.

I can't believe he saw me naked! was the first thought that popped into her head. She had to turn her face away in embarrassment.

She noted out of the corner of her eye how gingerly he walked to the table. He was holding a wine bottle in front of his crotch. Tiffany felt a surge of electricity run through her body when she realized what he was doing.

I gave him a boner! She was numb with shock. Then she remembered what her husband had talked her into wearing.

Come on baby, he had said earlier in the evening. You really need to wear something trashy. The problem is that he saw you naked. The only way to counteract that feeling is to make that incident less special by revealing more of your body than he is used to seeing. Remember what I said about Angelina Jolie? That she has been naked in so many movies that it does nothing for me anymore? That is what you have to do. You have to take away the mystique of your naked body.

Now that Chris was here and sitting at the table, she was not so sure anymore that wearing this outfit was such a good idea. Luckily, she didn't let her husband talk her out of wearing a bra.

 What is wrong with me? I need to stop being such a prude. I have shown more skin at the beach, In fact, Chris has seen me plenty of times in a bathing suit.

Her strict Catholic upbringing was not an easy thing to get over. The fact is, she would always feel uncomfortable showing so much skin. But the fact that he had seen worse than this outfit made the heat leave her cheeks.

She glanced at the bottle of wine he brought and couldn't help but smile. "Has anybody ever told you that you are a cheap bastard?"

Chris' shoulders seem to sag in relief when she made the joke. He smiled more comfortably at her and responded like the old Chris. "All the fucking time."

She smiled back at him. Maybe this evening won't be so bad after all.

***

Eric stood in the doorway of the dining room and watched the exchange between his wife and his best friend. There was definitely some awkwardness at first, but then they settled in at the table and traded the usual jokes. He couldn't help but smile.

Maybe this evening holds some promise for my old plans...

"What's so funny?" Eric asked as he walked in with the platter of food. Tonight he had made tacos, everyone's favorite. He put the platter of food down on the table and sat next to his wife.

Tiffany wiped an imaginary tear from her eye as she replied. "Chris was just telling me what a sorry state you were in this week. He said that you were so out of it that you let loose a huge fart during an office meeting. And that...that.." Here she had to stop because she couldn't stop laughing. "You...you...looked around and said, with dull and unfocused eyes, 'Was that me?'"

She put her face in her hands and laughed. Chris was red in the face as he tried to choke back his laughter. Eric couldn't help but laugh along with them.

"Yeah," he said when the laughter died down, "I am never in the best frame of mind when we have a huge fight. I was definitely out of it this week."

"So what happened after that?" Tiffany asked Chris.

Chris helped himself to some tacos and replied, with suppressed mirth, "Well, Mr. Carter turned red and blurted out, 'Dear god man, what did you eat?' And everyone had their hands over their nose and were laughing their heads off!"

Eric took the opportunity to pop open the bottle of wine and pour everyone a glass as Tiffany and Chris laughed themselves silly.

The meal proceeded very nicely. The wine was flowing free and fast. In fact, they didn't even start dessert before Eric had to pop open a bottle of his own fine wine. He was in a very good mood as all tension had left his wife and best friend. Everyone laughed and talked and ate well into the night.

When he noticed his wife starting to slur her words Eric felt his heart race.

Now is the time to put on the pressure.

***

Tiffany drained her wine glass and set it down. She knew she shouldn't be drinking so much since she couldn't hold her alcohol very well. But it really helped ease the tension. And besides, she was having as much fun as she has had in a long time. This is what she missed.

The fact that Chris had seen her naked no longer seemed to matter. She even felt very silly for getting so bent out of shape. She made a promise to herself to make it up to Eric tonight.

If I don't pass out first. She looked across the table and noticed Chris looking at her cleavage. He glanced up quickly, saw her looking, and looked back at Eric and laugh at something he said. Tiffany felt a jolt in her pubic region and filled her glass again to distract herself.

She studied Chris as he engaged in a spirited debate with Eric. He is handsome; I will have to give him that. But could I really ever fuck somebody else other than Eric?

She mulled over this question as she drained another glass of wine. Even though she was officially drunk, with her inhibitions loosened, she just could not convince herself to fuck another man. She loved Eric with all of heart and that was that. Her vows meant something to her.

That, however, did not mean that she didn't love how hot her body made Chris. She felt down about her weight gain but the reaction her naked body elicited from Chris was a very soothing balm. Maybe one day she will wear that bikini thong her husband had tried for years to get her to wear.

Damn, I must be really drunk! She giggled to herself. Eric and Chris looked over at her, then looked at each other, and started laughing.

"Shit, Eric, I think your wife is smashed!" Chris howled with laughter.

"Yeah, she is definitely a lightweight," Eric replied, smiling at his wife. She punched him playfully in the ribs.

The laughter died down and a comfortable silence descended on the company. That is until Eric broke it.

"Well, I am so glad that everyone has gotten over the whole naked fiasco." Eric sat back in his chair and smiled.

A very sharp tension suddenly filled the room. Chris glanced at Tiffany and she stared back. Tiffany could feel the color on her cheeks but didn't know if that was from embarrassment or from the wine.

Damn you Eric, you just had to bring that up didn't you?

Eric threw up his hands. "Oh come on guys! You can't tell me this is still an issue? Look, Chris, you saw my wife naked. Tiffany," he said as he turned to look at her, "Chris saw your naked body. He saw two breasts and two nipples. He maybe saw two ass cheeks as well. What is the big deal?"

Tiffany saw Chris breathing heavy on the other side of the table. The drink had left her curiously numb. How do I really feel about this? Am I really that embarrassed?

Eric spoke again. "Yes, I know we live in America but over in Europe they have a much more...mature view about nudity. They don't really care about it over there. It's just a human body. So come on, let's get over it ok?"

Eric leaned over to Tiffany and whispered in her ear. "Honey, do everybody a favor and flash Chris your tits. Let him get his fill and let's be done with this. They are just boobs."

Tiffany felt a flash of anger and...excitement? You know what he is saying is true. Who cares about nudity? Let's put the water under the bridge.

"Chris, if you saw my boobs again, do you think it will help you get over it?" Tiffany felt her heart beating loudly. I must be really, really drunk!

Chris swallowed and nodded. "Yeah," he croaked, "I think it would. Eric is right. Nudity is nothing to be embarrassed about."

Tiffany felt her hands shaking as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. It took her a few tries to unbutton enough to wear her bra was showing. She swallowed nervously and felt her pussy soaking her panties.

She brought two shaking hands up and grabbed the top of her bra. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She pulled the top down and her heavy D-cup breasts flopped out onto her chest. She felt moisture trailing down her thigh.

I am going to fuck Eric's brains out tonight!

***

Chris sat stunned, as he gazed at the two most perfect breasts he had ever seen.

Now I know there is a God. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she stared into his eyes. Chris could almost trace her tan line with his tongue. She was only a few feet away. He would give anything if he could jump across the table and suck on those nipples like a newborn baby.

Her nipples were hard and erect. Sweat glistened off her chest. Chris tore his eyes off her chest to look at his best friend. Eric was sweating, too. He gave Chris a slight nod. Chris gazed back at Tiffany's breasts.

"So," she said, her voice shaking, "Did you get your fill? Do you think we can move on now?"

Chris swallowed and shook his head. "No, I could never get my fill. To be honest, Tiffany, I didn't just see your boobs that day. I also saw your butt. I think I need to see that again before I have had my fill." Chris could feel his pulse racing at his own daring.

Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise. She looked at her husband. He nodded his head. She looked back at Chris and let go of her bra. Her gorgeous breast disappeared from view. Chris felt like crying.




The Victim



She stood up so suddenly that Chris jerked in surprise. She turned on her heel and left the dining room. Chris looked over at Eric and Eric shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm sorry man, I shouldn't have asked that."

What kind of fucking friend am I?

"It's alright. I think she just had a little too much to drink. Besides, you raised a fair point."

Chris looked at his friend curiously. "Dude...I just asked to see your wife's ass and you are ok with that? Man, don't tell me you are still on this fantasy of yours?"

Eric looked at Chris for what seemed like several minutes. Finally, he said, "And what if I am? What would you say about that?"

Chris couldn't believe his ears. "Are you...are you asking to me to fuck your wife?"

Please, God, please!

Eric nodded. "Yes I am."

Chris could hear his heart beating in his ears. "Ok, let me get this straight-"

He cut off and choked in surprise. Tiffany had just walked into the room wearing a bikini. Chris saw Eric's jaw drop open.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" she asked. She turned around to reveal that the bottoms of the bikini were of the thong variety. Two meaty slabs of flesh beside a thin string of cloth that ran up her crack stared Chris right in the face. Tiffany looked over her shoulder and smiled.

Fuck me!

***

Tiffany had never felt so sexy in her entire life. She stared at Chris over her shoulder and saw his face turn red. He was breathing through his nostrils. She knew that underneath the table a hard cock was straining through the material of his pants. The thought almost made her orgasm on the spot.

You will never touch this but damn I love you looking!

She sat down at the table and smiled coyly at the two men. "More wine?" she asked, holding out her glass. Eric's hand shook as he poured her another glass.

Talk at the table had slowed down considerably since she returned in the bikini she thought she would never wear. Conversations were started and stopped quickly. Eric seemed especially affected as he downed glass after glass of wine. Tiffany saw Chris look at Eric with curiosity.  What is going on with those two? Tiffany would have liked to figure that out but her mind was really buzzing. She wanted nothing more than for Chris to leave so she could give her husband a fucking the likes of which he had never experienced.

Several minutes passed in silence as everyone continued drinking. Tiffany was just about to hint that it was getting late when Eric's head hit the table with a loud THUD!

She looked at Chris and they both busted out laughing. "Talk about a lightweight!" Tiffany cried.

They laughed for several minutes before tension began filling the room. Tiffany felt uneasy at the look of hunger on Chris' face. His cheeks were very red with the drink.

"We both know about Eric's fantasy," he said.

Apprehension filled her heart. "And we both know how disgusting that fantasy is, right?"

Chris glanced at a passed-out Eric and looked back at her. "You will never have a more perfect opportunity to find out. You husband is passed out and won't remember tomorrow even if he wasn't. I want you so bad, you have no idea. That is all I thought about ever since I saw you naked. You have the most fantastic body I have ever seen."

Tiffany blushed and then cursed herself for blushing. Is he right? Do I want this? There probably will never be a moment like this in my life. It has been so long since another cock filled me. It would be fun wouldn't it?

Chris took her silence for consent. He rose from his seat and walked around the table. Tiffany felt both blood and drink flowing through her head. Just try it once. It's my only chance.

Chris sat on the table in front of her. He leaned in towards her. His lips were mere inches away from hers.

"This isn't exactly my husband's fantasy," she whispered. His lips stopped an inch from hers.

"Fuck him," he said, and his lips engulfed hers. His tongue burst through her lips and assaulted her tongue. He grabbed her breast through the bikini top and began to roughly squeeze it.

Where she expected heat and desire, she instead felt overwhelmed. His tongue was a relentless force in her mouth and his hands were no more gentle on her breast. She felt no heat from her pussy. Everything felt wrong.

I don't want this! she realized with a sudden clarity. She thought she could make her husband happy by descending into a more lustful state but that just wasn't her. She firmly believed in monogamy. She knew that now.

"No," she said as she pushed him away. "I told you that it is a disgusting fantasy. Damn you and my husband both! I don't want this!"

She felt a bang of guilt at the look of hurt and confusion on Chris' face. This isn't his fault. This is Eric's. Who did I marry?

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I...I think I am going to go to bed. Goodnight." She pushed herself out of her chair and felt lightheaded as she stood up. Chris made to grab her but she waved him off. She put a hand to her pounding head and a hand to the wall. She slowly walked out of the dining room and to her bed.

I really need to sleep this off. Her eyes felt heavy as lead.

***

Eric squinted out of one eye and saw Chris staring dumbfound at his departing wife.

Damn it! This isn't going as I planned! Go after her Chris, she is ripe for the plucking! I just know it!

Chris continued to stare after her for several moments before shaking his head. He turned around as if to leave and then stopped. He put both his hands to his head and stood like that for several long moments. Then he banged the table so hard with his fist that Eric almost ruined his fake sleep but crying out.

Chris whirled around and went running after Tiffany.

Yes! I can't believe this is happening!

Eric waited for several minutes before slowly pushing himself away from the table. He tip-toed down the hallway to his bedroom door and stopped by the doorway. He turned sideways and peeked around the doorframe...

***

Chris stood staring after Tiffany in shock. He couldn't believe his luck. He finally managed to taste her lips and feel her tit and she just had to go and change her mind.

Fuck this, I don't need this shit! He turned around to leave but his feet didn't want to cooperate. He felt so full of rage and frustration. He brought his hands up to his head as though he could hold back his anger.

How dare that fucking cocktease change her mind! This whole night was a set-up for this very moment and she backs out? Fuck her!

He pounded his fist down on the table. He knew he should leave because alcohol made him short-tempered and irrational, but it was too late. He was already too far gone with lust and frustration.

Before he knew what he was doing, he turned around and ran out of the room. He ran down the hallway and burst through Tiffany's bedroom door. She was lying on the bed with a wet cloth over her forehead. She sat up and grimaced in pain when she heard him burst through the door. She was still wearing that incredible bikini. Chris' cock instantly sprang up.

"Chris? What are you doing in here?" He could hear the nervousness in her voice but didn't care.

You want to tease me? You want to flaunt your shit and deny me afterwards? Fine, then it's time you found out the consequences to your actions. I am going to fuck you no matter what.

"I am here to finish the deal," he rasped. "I made a deal with Eric earlier. I am going to fuck you."

Her eyes were wide with shock. "No! No he didn't say that!"

Chris smiled. "Oh yes he did! You should have seen the look on his face."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "But...I am only for him, he knows that. I only did what I did tonight to make him happy."

Chris snorted. "You really are a delusional bitch, aren't you? I don't care how much you love your husband, you didn't show off tonight just for his pleasure, did you?"

The sudden flush in her cheeks gave away her answer. "But that doesn't mean I am going to fuck you! Now please leave!"

The curt dismissal enraged Chris even more. His veins felt on fire with lust and wine. His cock ached to be released. So he released it. He dropped his pants and underwear so fast that Tiffany could only stare, wide-eyed. His proud 6 inch cock pointed straight at her.

"What do you think?" he asked. He walked closer to her. She shrunk back in the bed.

"Please...please put that away." Tears fell down her cheeks.

"Why? I can see in your face the hunger for this cock. Don't deny it."

She looked at him right in the eyes and Chris almost backed up from the fire he saw there. "But I do deny it. That...thing has no appeal to me. Just...go, please, I beg you."

But Chris wasn't fooled. He could see the hunger there in her face. She wants this! I can see it!

Chris jumped up and landed on the bed. Tiffany cried out in shock. Chris flattened her with his body and began kissing her neck.

"Get off of me! Get off! Eric! Eric, help me! Please!"

She tried pushing him off but she was still far too weak from the wine. Her vision swam with spots and tears. "Please," she whispered.

***

Eric stared dumbfounded as Tiffany cried out for help. He was holding his cock, which he had just been jacking-off with as the events unfolded. Now, his cock was wilting as he realized what was going on.

My god, he is raping her! This is not what I wanted!

He urged his body to move, to stop this. But he couldn't. He felt rooted to the spot. He watched Chris' naked body smother his wife's. He saw how he was sucking on her neck. He could barely see Tiffany's bikini underneath Chris' body. She almost looked naked.

Eric stared down at his hand in surprise. His cock was stiffening again.

What the fuck is going on? Why am I not stopping this?

He still couldn't move. He felt his balls tingling as he watched Chris sit up on his wife. He took of his shirt and threw it to the side. Tiffany was weeping silently but did not struggle. Chris scooted back on the bed and began removing her panties. He got them to her knees when she locked them in place.

"No! Fuck you! You are not doing this! Eric! Help! Pleeeassseeee!"

Chris casually pried her legs apart and tossed the panties aside. Eric could see his face. It looked stony and dispassionate. He is too far gone, Eric realized. He must have teased his friend with his fantasy far more then he should have.

Eric felt his hand sped up on his cock as he watched the events unfold.

***

Tiffany felt cold and numb. Chris had unhooked her bra and was currently sucking on her nipples. He had slowed down when he realized she wasn't putting up a struggle.

Isn't that what they say when you get raped? Don't struggle?

Tiffany didn't think she had the energy to struggle even if she wanted to. She felt the icy stab of betrayal. I am only here because of that sick fantasy of Eric's. He betrayed me to this man. I don't think I can even blame Chris right now. I am so...tired. Just let it be over already.

But it seemed like Chris had other ideas. He took his time and kissed his way down her stomach and to her pussy. He very tenderly began licking the folds of her pussy. Despite her apathy, she felt a tingle spread throughout her body.

I can't believe he is giving me oral sex. That is not something that is for his pleasure. It is almost...sweet. The absurdity of it almost made Tiffany laugh. What is wrong with me?

There was nothing wrong with her body, though. Chris obviously knew his way around a pussy. He began to gently suck on her pussy lips. Her cunt was now wet with both salvia and her own juice. She couldn't wrap her head around how this could be happening.

Remember what they said; don't struggle. Just give in. Let him have his way. Then it will be over.

She wasn't sure if that was the correct advice but it was all her brain could think of. Her instincts whispered to her to fight back but she was so very tired. And very horny, she realized with a shock. The entire evening had made her wet. But she wanted her husband and not this man.

Chris was now licking with a passionate frenzy. He sucked his finger and inserted it in her pussy. She almost gasped in shock. The twin feelings of a finger in her pussy and a tongue on her labia was turning her body against her. The wine wasn't helping either. Her vision continued to swim.

Fuck it, just give in. She felt something precious slip away from her. But she couldn't call it back. She didn't have the energy.

***

Eric almost came when he heard the first moan escape his wife's lips. He built up the speed of his masturbating as Chris' expert tongue began eliciting more and more moans of pleasure from Tiffany.

He could hear the sweet squelching sound of Chris' finger in her pussy. She was very wet now. Chris had a look of the purest pleasure on his face as he sucked the juice right out of her.

Tiffany's hands clenched the bed sheet as she arched her back in the air.

I can't believe it! She is cumming... Eric's hand slowed down as he watched the scene. Tiffany panted and clenched her teeth as Chris rode the orgasm out with his face firmly planted in her soaking cunt. Tiffany collapsed back onto the bed. She turned her head sideways and stared vacantly at the wall.

Something is wrong. Eric felt his cock slightly wilt. Tiffany didn't orgasm like that with him. She usually screamed and hollered like a stuffed pig. It was as though her body came without her mind.

She is not really there, he realized. This knowledge didn't help his boner. Chris pulled his tongue out and crawled up her body. He lay flat on her body and began kissing her. She kissed him back, which she never allowed with Eric. For the first time in her life, she tasted her own pussy juice. That brought Eric's cock back to life.

He watched in hushed anticipation as Chris lined up his cock with her wet pussy. This was the moment he had been waiting for all these years. Another man was about to fuck his wife. Chris looked down into Tiffany's eyes and Tiffany stared back. He slowly entered her and she gasped. He slid in all the way and stopped.

He kissed her tenderly, almost as though he were her lover. And she kissed him back equally. He began to slowly pump in and out of her. His balls slapped against her as he picked up speed. She grunted with each thrust. Her nails dug into his ass and urged him on.

"I can't believe I am fucking you," Chris said. It was the first thing he said since it started. "How do you like my cock?'

Tiffany did not respond. Chris sped up even faster. His cock was squelching with her pussy juice. "How does the first different cock in 13 years feel? Tell me."

Tiffany grunted. Her lips parted but she did not speak. Her nails were digging deeps groves into the flesh on his ass.

"Tell me," Chris repeated. "Tell me how it feels to have another cock in you that is not your husband's. Tell me. Tell me you fucking cock-slut."

She was grunting louder and louder. Her eyes were shining. Eric didn't know if it was with tears but he didn't care. This was the hottest thing he had ever seen. His hand was a blur on his cock.

Her lips parted again. "It..." She was pounded with another thrust. "Feels..." Chris' balls slapped repeatedly against her pussy. "So good," she finished.

"You're damn right my cock feels good. You want to cum on my cock, don't you?"

She nodded her head.

"Tell me that you want to cum on my cock. I want to hear you say it."

"I want to cum on your cock!" she screamed. Her nails dug viciously into his ass as blood dripped down. Chris screamed in pleasure and pain.

Tiffany arched her back again and began shaking. Chris held her by the waist and buried his cock deep inside her. Eric was so close to cumming that he ached. But he wanted to cum with Chris. So he slowed down and enjoyed the scene.

Tiffany collapsed again. Her stare was still vacant. Her body had orgasmed, not her. Eric was beyond caring.

Chris flipped her over and picked up her waist. He stared down at the huge ass that was pointed right at him. He had a reverent look in his eyes. He traced what seemed to be her tan line with his finger. He spread open her cheeks and grabbed his cock.

"Prepare for the ride of you life, you cock-whore." He slammed his cock into her pussy. She gasped and grabbed the headboard with both hands. Chris grabbed her hips and began drilling into her. He stared down at her ass the entire time, as though he was fascinated at how his cock disappeared from view.

This was Eric's favorite position. He knew what Chris was seeing. He loved his wife's ass so much. He loved watching his crotch ram into that huge amount of flesh. He would often smack her ass until the pale flesh turned bright red. He wanted to cum so bad.

Hurry up Chris!

Chris looked lost in ecstasy. He had a huge grin on his face as he continued to watch his cock pound into her pussy from behind.

"Fuck! Tiffany, you have no idea how much I dreamed about watching my cock disappear into your ass!"

"You like my big fat ass?" she groaned. Her voice was flat.

"Fuck yeah I do! Fuck me, I am about to cum! I am going to cum in your pussy!"

Eric prepared himself. Chris started ramming almost violently into Tiffany's pussy as his orgasm built up. He leaned over her back, buried his cock all the way inside, and screamed, "Fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk!!!"

Eric screamed silently as his cock shot out cum onto the wall opposite him. He shot out more cum than he ever did in his life. He finally sank down the wall in exhaustion. He glanced past the doorframe. Chris was panting on the back of Tiffany. His cock was still buried inside her.

Tiffany's face was turned toward him. Tears were leaking out her eyes and down onto the bed. She looked lost.

Any post-orgasmic bliss vanished from Eric as he watched his wife weep. Chris grunted and removed his cock. A string of cum stretched out from the head of his cock to the inside of his wife's pussy. He wiped it on her ass cheek and collapsed next to her.

Eric felt...empty. Now that his mind was clear, he couldn't believe what he had done.

What kind of monster am I? I stood by and watched my wife get raped. I saw how she distanced her mind and I still did nothing.

He put his hands to his face and wept. He shoulders shook and snot dribbled out of his nose.

What have I become?

His best friend in the entire world had just fucked his wife. Chris had betrayed him. And worse...he had betrayed Tiffany.

I have to make this right. I have to. But how?

He looked up and into his room. Right next to the doorway was his dresser. The dresser held his only option. It was the only way he could make it right.

He got up and walked into the room. Chris looked around and smiled at him. He got off the bed and walked toward him.

"Hey buddy, did you catch the action?" Chris stopped in mid-step and the smile slipped from his face as he watched Eric open the top drawer of his dresser. He rummaged around and took something out. He turned around and faced Chris. He raised his hand.

He was holding a gun.

Forgive me Tiffany, this is the only way I can make it right.

***

Tiffany felt Chris get off the bed. She didn't care. She was numb. She continued to lie on her stomach with her ass in the air. She could feel his cum leaking down her pussy. It was warm and felt good. It should have been Eric's. But she was betrayed.

"Hey buddy, did you catch the action?" she heard Chris say. Her eyes focused. She saw Eric; her husband and her betrayer. Anger suddenly flared in her veins. Life and strength flowed back into her. She rolled off the bed and turned around to confront the bastard. But he was pointing a gun at Chris.




The Victim



What...what is he doing?

"You were my best friend, you bastard!" Eric sobbed. His face was smeared with tears and snot. He looked deranged. Tiffany felt her anger vanish. It was replaced by fear.

He didn't betray me!

"Eric, baby, put the gun down. He is not worth it."

Eric's shoulders shook and the gun swayed in his hand. But he straightened up and pointed it again. "No, no, no! There is no forgiveness for what he did! For what I..." he broke off with another sob.

Chris was standing, naked and horrified, in front of Eric. "But...but...we...agreed about this! You said I could fuck her!"

"I didn't say rape her, you bastard! I didn't say...rape...rape..." Tiffany didn't know how he could see past the flood of tears in his eyes. She felt her own tears leak down her cheeks.

What have I done to him? I should have not come down so hard on him for his fantasy. I shouldn't have teased...this is my fault.

The hollowness she felt as she was being raped came back to her. There was only one thing she could do to make this right. She felt cum leak down her thigh as she walked past a quivering Chris and up to her husband.

"Baby, get out of the way," he sobbed.

She put a hand on the gun and looked at him in the eye. A feeling of love penetrated her hollow shell. "He is not worth it. You are not a killer, my love. You can't do this. I know you."

She took the gun from him. He collapsed to his knees and sobbed into his hands. "I am so sorry baby. I am so weak...I couldn't even make things right. I don't deserve...I can't be forgiven..."

She smiled down at him. "You did nothing wrong, baby." His shoulders flinched as though she had just hit him. But he said nothing. "You are not a killer. Don't feel bad, I know you are incapable of hurting anyone. I, however..."

She turned around and saw Chris' eyes widen in fear. She raised the gun and pulled the trigger. An incredible BANG! ricochet off the walls. Tiffany's ears rang. She dropped the gun from nerveless fingers.

Chris was down on the floor, holding his stomach and moaning.

***

Darkness continued to swirl through Chris' vision. When Eric pointed the gun at him, he snapped out of some kind of trance. He realized what he had just done to Tiffany. So he forgave Tiffany as he felt the bullet rip through his stomach. Now through the dark spots he could see Tiffany and Eric standing over him. They had blank expressions on their faces.

What have I done to them? What will they become now?

He thought he felt tears slide down his cheeks but he wasn't sure. He couldn't feel anything anymore. The black spots became more numerous. He could barely see.

He coughed up blood again. Now the darkness was complete. He couldn't breath...he couldn't move...he was slipping....slipping...

***

One month later...

"I can't believe it took the DA a month to finally drop the charges," Eric told his wife. They were sitting on the steps leading up to the courthouse.

Tiffany shook her head. "They had a lot of information to sift through. We both know it wasn't a standard rape case. There was a lot of fishy evidence. I don't blame them for not buying our story."

Eric watched a kid feed some birds for a few minutes. Then he finally spoke. "But it was self-defense right? I mean, we both weren't in the right state of mind, right?"

Tiffany shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know honey...I felt pretty clear about what I wanted to do. For me, I believe I murdered him. But I am happy with that..."

Eric looked at her sideways but didn't say anything. He had his own personal demons to worry about. He felt guilt strike his heart again. He didn't know how he was going to live with this.

"Do you remember how we only wanted one child?" she asked him suddenly.

"Yeah..." he said, his voice cautious.

"Do you remember what we did about that?"

"Yeah, it was too much of a major surgery for you to get your tubes tied. It was much simpler for me to get a vasectomy...oh dear god, please don't tell me...no! No!"

She nodded her head. "I am pregnant."

Eric felt ice slide down his spine. "What...what are we going to do?"

"What are we going to do, indeed..." she whispered.

He didn't like the sound of that.



The Victim



For a moment Dominique tried to study the young stylist, to determine the extent of her direct awareness. Was she flirting or merely a victim of innocent contact, yet the pressure, softness and warmth of that thigh drew away most of her concentration. Once again Dominique decided to test her and allowed her hand to rise along that smooth pliable plane, only this time the leg did not back off. This time it maintained contact pressing back against the caressing fingers. 

Dominique, now felt the hemline of Chrissy's skirt, yet spurred on by the knowledge of where her hand was she continued the upward caress. Suddenly Chrissy gasped and her thigh was gone. She had shifted her body quickly immediately following that sound so that now she was behind the chair and out of reach. Still though she had said nothing and continued working, but Dominique noted with some curiosity that Chrissy would now glance by way of the mirror at Dominique's own face. 

Throughout the balance of the cut and style Chrissy maintained her distance; however there were times when she would shift back to the side of the chair. Each time Chrissy would glance into the mirror move close along the side of the chair but then nervously back away before she got too close to those caressing fingers. Dominique smiled as this occurred again and again for suddenly she surmised Chrissy had the desire yet was inexperienced. Her legs squirmed at that thought, for Dominique realized what a great thrill it would be, to be her first. 

Once again Dominique found herself studying the young stylist, for now an important decision had to be made. Should she actively pursue and seduce the pretty lady or should she allow that fantasy and thrill to pass her by. On the one hand that sexy little nymph with her short top and skirt certainly was tempting someone if not Dominique to seduce her. While on the other she was young, inexperienced and thus could be totally unaware of the image and impression she offered. 

It was though with a certain regret that Dominique finally decided on the latter. She would no longer pursue Chrissy at least ways not today; however in the future if she was again subjected to this teasing, be it innocent or not, next time she'd not relent so readily. With the decision made the rest of the appointment went off without much fan fare. Only a few times while Chrissy was tending to her nails did Dominique have pangs of doubt on her decision for during these instances Chrissy's actions felt like teasing caresses which set Dominique's nerves on alert. 

All in all the appointment kept Dominique's body sexually attuned to each stimulation building or maintaining the level of the last. With such intensity came physical manifestations as well and thus as she rose from the chair Dominique's legs quivered unsteadily and she grabbed the armrest for support. Instantly Chrissy was at her side to insure the client did not fall but as her body came into contact with Dominique's for support suddenly something in Dominique snapped. There was no thought to it, just an instant animalistic action for in that fraction of a second Dominique turned and planted her lips upon Chrissy's. At first there was shock and tension but slowly it seemed to melt away and they became softer and more willing. As Dominique continued and her tongue probed between the soft petals a loud klunk rang out and the ladies separated. 

There at their feet lay the hairdryer which Chrissy had in her hand, but had dropped as the last of her resistance evaporated. The sound drew the attention of the owner too for almost immediately she could be heard calling out and approaching leaving Dominique only time to marvel at the precious waif before her. Chrissy's eyes were soft almost mesmerized as though in a dream yet her chest rose and fell with a strength of breath which surprised her. There was no time for plans, actions or further contact thus to save face and the honor of young Chrissy, Dominique turned to head off Cynthia Drake. 

She met the owner on the stairs and as she guided her back down and away from Chrissy, Dominique explained how it had been all her fault. She had bumped the young charge as she was spinning to see the effect her new style offered as she moved, causing Chrissy to drop the hairdryer. Dominique then continued explaining what a wonderful job she did and how she truly enjoyed the experience. That final double entendre made Dominique smile a deep knowing smile and then she paid for the service along with a large tip for Chrissy. The only thing she truly regretted was not being able to see and speak with Chrissy one last time, but there would always be next month. 

******************************************************************* 

Oh what a glorious day Dominique thought as she made her way back to her car. Not one but two torturously sensuous sexual encounters, building upon the foundations of her own desire until her own body throbbed. Dominique knew her next stop was usually the mall for the one thing a lady can always count on when in a shopping mall is that someone will be paying attention. Be it just for a moment or longer there always seems to be someone watching. Add to that tiny equation a sexy lady in heels, a tight skirt and equally tight blouse and that attention feels never ending.

For some that attention is uncomfortable but for Dominique it was like food, needed, necessary and desired. She loved the attention she received; loved flirting and teasing for they built within her a grand sexual energy which she later used to satisfy those dark passions which raged within her. Today Dominique also knew that trip was not necessary for already her body had far surpassed any sexual plateau she could have hoped to achieve by flirting and teasing there. 

A curiosity though still rose within her for now she wondered what combining those tiny pleasures with the ones she'd already experienced would be like. Would they increase the pleasure and her present state of excitement or would they now fall by the wayside meaningless in the shadow of those greater incidents. Allowing the depth of passion to rule her decision Dominique ultimately opted to continue on with the days plan and so her next stop was the Tri-State mall.

As she entered the main doors Dominique paused to straighten her stocking. She bent at the waist as was her habit then placed both hands about one ankle and slowly drew them higher. As she did her fingers would make the small adjustments until at last she reached the garter belt, and its tiny clasp. Then she'd open it shift the stocking so it was once again tight and then allow her hands to slip away until the skirt dropped sensuously back into place.

Naturally such an act never failed to draw curious or longing looks, and as she rose up often Dominique would catch sight of those still gawking. Today was no exception for as she rose up her eyes caught sight of two young men still pointing and talking amongst themselves. She could imagine the context of their conversation and in fact highly expected them to follow her for a while perhaps hoping for another sexy flash.

Continuing on Dominique teased a jeweler, accidentally causing one of his necklaces to get entangled within her sweater. She had a wonderful tease with a shoe clerk who upon assisting her in trying on and lacing up a pair of strappy stilettos fell off his small bench and knocked over the main display. She even had a bit of fun in the food court when she dropped her napkin into the lap of a young mom who was sitting beside her, and slipped her fingers between the vent of that lady's skirt in order to retrieve it. When that occurred the lady's thighs clamped shut yet she didn't move object or even say a thing.

It wasn't long after the food court incidence that Dominique entered the mall's elevator to return home. Yes it had been such a wonderful day filled with tender pleasures and teases and now she was ready for an evening of pure passion. Suddenly a hot male voice was there in her ear as his hands circled lightly about her waist, and held firm. 

"I watched you, watched how you ceaselessly teased" he began. I watched as you walked into the shoe store; sat, and flashed the poor young clerk your thighs, or perhaps more. Watched as he became so shocked and flustered he fell off the stool knocking over a display. Yes I even watched as you tried on jackets with the help of a male salesman. Funny how you always complained it was a bit tight in the chest. But now you had the nerve to approach the elevator, "accidentally" drop your keys so you could bend at the waist to retrieve them. You knew it would accent your calves and a small portion of your thighs, knew your skirt would also be pulled tight offering that sexy rump to me. Well I was no mere tease my dear"

As though accenting his point this stranger moved his body closer still to Dominique's. She could smell his cologne feel the wide expanse of his chest as it molded to her back and the unmistakable bulge of his manhood pressing against her ass. She felt the tingling sensations as his hands contacted her bare skin beneath the sweater the moment the doors closed. Felt the heat from his body and in that instance she raised her hand to stop him. 

As that hand rose though one of his own slipped free and captured it holding it gently by the wrist while the other stroked teasingly across her tummy sending wild unexpected shivers to race along her nerves. Dominique was sure he could feel the tiny ripples that action caused for confidently his other hand released hers and gently stroked the hair from her neck. His hot breath then began rolling over that newly exposed skin sending a hot shudder racing along the nerves to her breasts pussy and mind. Then as the first floor approached it seemed he timed his next action based on this alone. "Ding" went the bell and instantly his hand slipped up under her breast. Knowing it was braless, however only made Dominique all the hotter. She couldn't help the tiny moan which escaped her lips but strained to keep the calm exterior appearance. 

Two people left the car and nobody got on, leaving them alone, so when the elevator began moving again, this stranger began freely caressing the delicate skin on the underside of each breast. Oh how Dominique loved this sensation his teasing had definitely found a home, for the more time he took the more she wanted. Before the second floor though Dominique tried to turn and face him. She wanted this, but not here, not in such a public place. She wanted to kiss him, to expose him, and have him inside her, yet he would have none of that. Instead he merely followed her in the same circle until at last they faced the back of the elevator. 

Now his fingers slipped higher still over the hot swell of each breast until they could trap and roll the already hard nipple. Public or not Dominique resigned herself and moaned her appreciation. When his lips then whispered "How do your thighs feel now my sweet?" Dominique's body shook, but not nearly so strong as the moment his free hand began to gather her skirt. 

Higher and higher that hand traveled while his other began softly rubbing her nipple on the inside of her angora sweater. Her body shivered as the next "Ding" proclaimed the second floor, and her knees all but buckled as his finger tips found the delicate inner thigh. The doors opened with a rumbling groan, yet neither saw what was there for still their backs were now to it. All either could be sure of was nobody came on though. As his fingers began a single hot trace along Dominique's panty covered pussy the same reverberating groan of the doors moving began, only this time suddenly all stimulation was gone. 

Turning Dominique was alone in the elevator, the doors having closed with him somewhere beyond. She realized that in an instant he turned the tables on her, making the teaser the teased. 'How dare he? Ooooo that little...' she screamed within her own mind this would not do. Looking up at the current floor number she quickly reached out and punched the next floor. Finding this guy was not going to be easy but at least she had a plan. 

As the doors opened Dominique instantly filled the gap then aggressively pushed aside any who happened to be there. She was not in the mood to be polite, courteous or even the center of their attention, she was on a mission. A brief glance at the overhead sign told her what she needed and she stormed off. It took only a few minutes for Dominique to reach her destination the mall security office. Reaching up Dominique tousled her hair, shifted her skirt slightly then grabbed the door handle and burst in. 

"Who the hells in charge here!" she demanded. "And why the hell aren't you out there" she continued pointing back at the mall, "Protecting the innocent shoppers?" 

Dominique had timed everything perfectly. The two young security officers had all but leapt through the two way glass from the shock and fright of her entrance. Then before they could regain their composure Dominique spotted a girly magazine on the security desk and again launched into her tirade. 

"Oh I see" she exclaimed picking up the magazine. "You two perverts are in here jacking off while the poor innocent shoppers are getting molested." 

She tossed the magazine into the trash for effect, and then continued. "Just wait till my..." She didn't get a chance to finish the sentence though before one of the two guards interrupted. 

"Calm down ma'am..." 

Instantly Dominique's mind jumped at that perfect opening "Ma'am" Dominique spat back "I'm no ma'am. Just wait till my husband the Police Chief hears about this. You perverts might have even put this creep up to it. I won't be surprised if you all end up in jail." 

"Calm down lady" the now obviously flustered guards offered but Dominique knew this was working. 

"Calm down? Calm down" she screamed. "If you don't want to find yourselves down on the mall floor castrated you'll bring up the parking garage tapes... NOW!" 

With an obvious twinge at 'that' word the two guards looked at each other. "Just listen lady" one tried, but Dominique had expected this. 

Reaching into her purse Dominique pulled out her cell phone. "Fine!" She said in her most exasperated voice, "It's your jobs; I'll call my husband if you won't help." 

"Whoa, whoa lady ok just give me a minute" one of the guards said leaping at the only chance he seemed to have. Instantly the two guards were calling up the garage sections on their monitors. 

"No, no" Dominique demanded in her same controlling tone. "Not current footage I want earlier when this creep got here. Obviously he's gone now, no wonder I was attacked, you guys are incompetent." 

And so it was that the two guards played all garage footage backwards until at last Dominique spotted her man. Gotcha!! she thought as she saw him walking backwards towards his car. She knew it was he for unbeknownst to him she had seen his reflection in the mirrored panel of the elevator control panel. She waited a moment longer to insure which car was actually his and then rechecked the active monitor to insure it was still there. Satisfied Dominique again spoke "Damit! This is no good perhaps he came here another way." 

Looking left and right Dominique insured the guards were looking at her after that last comment, and then continued "What the hell you doing?" she demanded. "Get your ass' out there and see if he's still around. He's a tall black man with a blue bandanna hanging from his belt." She knew if they were out searching the mall for some factious character they wouldn't be looking or questioning her, and this way she could watch the guards movement until she was free to slip away. 

And that's exactly what she did. When at last she had a free path back to the garage area Dominique turned and started out. As she approached the door her eyes managed to see a sudden flash of chrome and for the first time since the elevator she smiled again. Pushing aside the paper Dominique picked up the silver handcuffs. "Thanks guys I can use these" she said, and was gone. 

After leaving the security office Dominique made a beeline for the parking garage and as luck would have it the guy was just putting his key into the lock. "Freeze Mr.!" she called out in her deepest most authoritative voice. "Hands above your head NOW!!" As he started to turn from the sound and shock Dominique suddenly pressed her hand into the middle of his back and shoved. "I said hands above your head NOW!!," and this time he complied. As his hands rose above his head her eyes followed and suddenly she saw how close they were to the sprinkler system piping. An evil wicked plan quickly formed and she hollered "Stop wait! Raise that shirt above your head first so I can see if you're packing. If you try anything but what I tell you I'll shoot first got it?" 

"Yes officer" came the response then slowly his hands came down and pulled the shirt tails from his slacks. Immediately he then started to unbutton it, but Dominique's mind thought, 'No, no, no this will take too long.' 

"Just lift it" she demanded then watched until both hands were above his head and his face was covered by the body of his shirt. "Now" she said "turn slowly, so I can see if you're packing, but remember if you try anything I'll have to shoot." As his body started to slowly turn Dominique followed until she had climbed up on the hood of his car. Then as his hands moved into just the right position she reached out and snapped the 'borrowed' cuffs onto his unsuspecting wrists. Instantly his hands were trapped above his head locked in place by the cuffs and the sprinkler piping which she'd cuffed him across. She smiled as his predicament became known; as he struggled hopelessly against the bonds. Then slowly she began opening his buttons herself. 

"You have your nerve" Dominique said as the first few opened. "Teasing me and thinking you'd get away with it." 

Suddenly the guy's eyes saw her through the opening, and he realized what this was all about. He was about to speak when Dominique continued. 

"You're going to have to be punished you know. Leaving a woman all hot and bothered; it should be a crime!!" 

Her hands shifted then and began working on his belt and slacks. A smile crossed his lips as he realized what kind of punishment she had in mind and he momentarily waited as Dominique opened them fully. 

It must have dawned on him where he was just then for he said "Ok I deserve punishment, you're right. Just uncuff me and we can go someplace private where you can punish me as much as you like." 

For a moment Dominique ignored the statement as she slipped off his shoes and slacks altogether, then rising back up his body she allowed the nails of one hand to drag lightly along the budge in his jockeys. 

"Oh no" Dominique responded shaking her head lightly from side to side. "You must be punished here at the relative scene of the crime." 

"But lady, we're going to get caught. We can't do it here" he said as She now slipped away his socks and jockeys. 

"Oh I see" Dominique continued unphased. "It's alright for you in public but for me no." 

Suddenly a noise attracted her attention and she quickly reached up placed one hand over his lips and wrapped the other around his cock. 

"Shhh" Dominique offered someone's coming. Then slowly as the sound grew louder she stroked him feeling how he grew ever larger in her grasp. A tiny jangling of keys indicated the unsuspecting patron was close then the sound of a door closing and an engine roaring to life indicated it had passed. 

Her hand covering his mouth now slipped away but further protests seemed lost in the mounting pleasures her other hand brought. 

Smiling Dominique lowered herself so his cock rested between her breasts on her angora sweater and then slowly she rubbed him back and forth. His cock was stimulated by the softness of her sweater and breasts on one side and by the delicate stroking of her fingers on the other. It didn't take long before she realized she too were excited. In fact Dominique realized she was more excited now than when he teased her in the elevator, and thus instead of constantly rubbing him against her sweater Dominique now lowered and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. 




The Victim



A groan long and loud indicated he had no further objections, and so she began to suck and lick around the head drawing it in then releasing it. Soon his hips began to grind forward desperate for more, and it was here she backed off. Removing the stimulation of her mouth she instead slowly stroked the thick shaft up and down with her hand. 

Then the sound of another patron began to grow louder, and Dominique stood up releasing the cock completely. Again she covered his mouth and watched as the throbbing shaft jerked and bounced angrily at having the sensations stopped. Yet this time she left it alone. As the sounds continued getting louder and louder Dominique released her hand from his mouth brought a finger to her lips and indicated shhh. 

Perhaps he had visions of her finishing him off just then for he smiled and nodded his head. Then his visage turned to one of questioning as Dominique stepped back into the shadows. One more step and she slipped silently behind the post completely out of sight yet still able to watch what transpired. Click, click, click, the sound of the patron's shoes was getting closer. She watched as the man tried again to free himself and listened to the sounds of the patron's approach. Click, click, click, almost here now. Excitement was building as she waited to see who it might be, and what they might do. Click, click, click, and then the jangle of keys. Dominique watched as the man froze hoping beyond hope with eyes wide like an owls that he not get caught, and for a moment it seemed he was in luck. Then with the opening of the car door there was suddenly a scream. 

"Lady, lady please don't scream" the man was suddenly begging, but after that initial shock Dominique heard her voice respond. 

"What are you doing there... Oh my God you're naked." 

"Lady please" the man continued in his begging tone. "Help me out here." 

Dominique watched as she reached up trying to free him; watched as his hard cock rubbed against her unsuspecting belly and as she backed off to stare down at it. The ring on her finger suggested she was married yet the hard nipples and short hard breaths indicated she was excited too. Dominique watched further as she slipped off her shoes climbed upon the car and tried to release the man this way. Watched as his lips found one hard nipple and sucked it through the lady's blouse. The gasp she issued was Dominique's gasp. She had created this, it and should be hers, so slipping silently from the shadows Dominique's hands found the curves of the lady's calves. She felt how they quivered under her touch; felt the heat and softness as she pushed her skirt higher, and heard the gasps turn to long moans. 

Perhaps that lady had imagined it was the man who was now stroking her, but soon she'd learn the truth. When Dominique's hands revealed the soft skin above the lady's stockings her tongue attacked and suddenly that lovely married woman crumpled in her arms and upon the hood of the car. Now Dominique became relentless as she found the delicate skin at the leg joint and teased it ceaselessly with tongue and tiny caresses. She felt too as the man begin grinding his cock against her ass though her skirt, and allowed a smile to spread across her lips. 

'Perfect' she thought, 'the whole scene was making him crazy with desire.' and so it was Dominique now drove towards her ultimate conclusion. 

Slowly now she stripped away the lady's panties and her tongue slipped into the recesses licking, teasing, and bringing pleasure. Her hands reached up and released those wanton breasts of this sexy stranger, and then in combination to rolling, tugging, licking and probing she brought the lady to a screaming wild orgasm. 

As Dominique felt and heard that climax wash over she backed away to view all that she had created. The young lady's eyes had a wild sparkling expression; her hair was messy and floated freely about her face and shoulders from tossing her head from side to side. Her breasts; those firm sweet little orbs stood out above her lacy bra and were topped with dark hard nipples. Even her legs were beautiful. The thighs coated in a mixture of Dominique's saliva and her own juices squirmed slowly back and forth. The man on the other hand was the picture of need. His cock swollen throbbing and hard jerked wildly with no further stimulation. His eyes were filled with the same vision as Dominique's own and his lips were parched from his own hard breathing, yet there was nothing he could do except struggle fruitlessly against the unforgiving bonds. 

Slowly the lady rose and slid down the hood of the car until once again she was standing on the floor of the garage. She looked at Dominique, her face aglow and took one step forward but instantly Dominique raised her hand and offered, "No sweetie, you'd best get out of here before you get caught; perhaps another day." Then turning to the man Dominique smiled and said "I'm sorry but I must leave too." 

"Lady, you can't do this," the man instantly pleaded. "Release me please." 

Dominique's smile broadened, and then she shrugged her shoulders and said "I truly am sorry, but I don't have the keys." Without another word Dominique turned and left without ever looking back although she could still hear the fading pleas and the intense scrapping of the cuffs on the pipe as the man struggled hopelessly to free himself. 

Later that evening Dominique flipped on the TV as she headed towards the shower. She paused momentarily to see how long she had before the weather report, and noted it was still the news although nearing its end. Carrying on Dominique busied herself by stripping off her clothes and slipping into a silk robe, and then as she began to tie it closed she heard the newscaster say, 

"And by the way Jim I have one more tiny story for your files on the strange and unexplained. A local man was found handcuffed nude in the parking garage of the Tri state mall. Although he refused comment, the Police say Mr. Shinster was the victim of a strange prank, and that no further information is available. Wouldn't you just love to know the story behind that?" 

The other newscaster responded with a simple "I'll say," and within her room Dominique smiled... 



The Victoria’s Secret Girls



Victoria has a secret, which she tells to everyone. It's the same secret that Hugh Hefner, Bob Guccione, and Larry Flynt, among others, have been revealing to the world since the 1950's: women have tits and asses (and cunts).

According to Wickepedia, "Victoria's Secret 'Angels' are a small group of models contracted to the company, and as such are the brand's most visible models and spokeswomen." Unlike the company's other models, these girls are people, too, or so they claim. Some of the more interesting among them are Adriana Lima, Heidi Klum, Alessandra Ambrosia, and Miranda ("The Buddhist Bitch") Kerr. 

Adriana Lima is a Catholic. To prove it, she reads her Bible backstage between her semi-nude appearances on the lingerie runway. She looks the part, one must agree: she has a wholesome face. . . and breasts. There's even something vaguely Christian about her long, silken legs. And, she says, she is, like Mother Mary, a Virgin--but a virgin with really great legs and an ass that just won't quit. She was a virgin, anyway, until she married. A girl should remain intact, she believes, until she ties the knot. In 2009, she wed Serbian basketball player Marco Jaric, so now everyone knows who busted her cherry. (She could have had any man she wanted, and she settles for this guy? What the hell was she thinking?)

PETA supporter Heidi Klum married a seal in 2005. She was not a virgin, though, having been married to Ric Pipino before she wed the seal; she also dated Flavio Briatore, by whom she had a baby whom she claims is really the world's first animal-human hybrid: "Seal," she insists "is the baby's father," not Briatore. She is proud, she says, of her "patchwork family," whatever that means. In addition to modeling her curves on lingerie runways, Klum has appeared in several X-rated movies, including Blowjob (2001), in which she played Jizz; Ella Entered (2004), as Broomholder; and Perfectly Strange (2007) (as a Victoria's Secret assassin and party hostess).

Alessandra Ambrosia, or "Angel's Food," was born in Erection, Brazil, in 1981, of Polish and Italian parents. "My dad poled a guinea," she says. She is a devotee of the Brazilian Butt Lift, a sexual position that, she is adamant, "keeps me callipygian instead of steatopygian." In a remake of the movie Casino Royale (2006), she plays Tennis Girl #1, a role that was played in the original film by transsexual superstar and fellow Victoria's Secret model Caroline ("Tulips") Cossey.

Miranda Kerr (nee, Cur) changed her name because her original surname means "dog," and, she says, "gave people the impression that I'm some kind of bitch," especially since I'm a "mutt" of Serbian, Iranian, Turkish, and Filipino descent." Despite the U. S. war on Arab terrorism, Kerr has fared well as a Victoria's Secret model. Unlike most of her colleagues, celeb paparazzi Russell James says, "she's not stupid," despite "her beautiful tits and awesome ass." A Buddhist, Kerr is thankful for the good karma she apparently racked up, judging by her own rack, in her previous life. "Whatever I did, I did it right, judging by my current package," she boasts. She dates fellow Buddhist actor Orlando Bloom, with whom, she says, she has set "several bushfires, and I'm not talking about the ones in the Aussie outback" in the aftermath of which she helped raise funds.

Both Ambrosia and Kerr are also known as "Pink Pussies," ostensibly because they model Victoria's Secret's so-called Pink line of fashion lingerie, although it should be kept in mind that "pink" is also often a euphemism for pussy, because pussy is "pink" inside, and these models have been known, like Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, and Lindsay Lohan, to "flash a little pink" at times, both on and off the fashion runway.

When one of the Victoria's Secret Angels' popularity begins to sag a little, whether from overexposure or otherwise, the company often outfits her in its "Fantasy Bra," feminine fashion's equivalent, as it were, to the medieval codpiece. Fashioned of jewels, the bra is purely decorative, designed not so much to support or even to lift and separate as to draw attention to the wearer's tits. These bras have been worn by some of the biggest, uh, names in the modeling business, including Claudia Schiffer, who sported the Million Dollar Miracle Bra; Tyra Banks, who wore the Diamond Dream Bra; Karolina Kurkova, who modeled the Hearts on Fire Diamond Fantasy Bra; and Marisa Miller, who flaunted her rack in the Harlequin Fantasy Bra. The least expensive bra has been the Million Dollar Miracle Bra ($1,000,000; hence, its name); the most expensive, to date, Gisele Bundchen's Red Hot Fantasy Bra, which included gem-studded panties as well ($15,000,000).

Victoria's Secret is not the only fashion designer of milady's unmentionables. One of its biggest, stiffest competitors is Frederick's of Hollywood. The company was founded by Frederick Mellinger, who invented the push-up foundation garment way back in 1946, when conical breasts were all the rage. Unfortunately, the company went bust in 2001, reemerging from bankruptcy and relocating to New York City two years later. Lesser-known models have strutted their--or, rather, Frederick's--stuff for the company, which may be one reason that its lingerie is second in popularity to Victoria's Secret's unmentionables: Pamela Anderson, Brooke Burke, Nicky Hilton, Cindy Margolis, and Monica ("The Mouth") Lewinsky have been unable to generate the same intensity of interest in Frederick's lingerie as Victoria Secret's models have pumped up for its brand, possibly because they lack the personalities that the Angels and Pink Pussies have. Anderson is known mostly for her supporting role in Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee's amateur sex video; Burke for her cha cha and quickstep on Dances with Wannabe Stars, Hilton for being Paris' little sister; Margolis for being the "most downloaded" image on the Internet back in 2000; and Lewinsky for her taste in blue dresses.

The greater popularity of Victoria's Secret just goes to show that being popular isn't all about T & A; personality is what puts a girl on top.



The Victorian Tale



Victorian England.........

"No father," said Adrienne. "I will go to Egypt." 

"But it is not seemly for a woman to travel on her own. Especially to a country filled with uncivilized people." 

"Egyptians are not savages, they have had their own civilization for longer than Britain." 

"But we are in the middle of an industrial revolution here in Britain. Egyptians are still almost primitive by comparison." 

:"Just because Queen Victoria reigns here doesn't make the rest of the world backward. Anyway, the ship leaves tomorrow and I will be on it, with or without your blessing." 

Adrienne turned and left her father's study in London, closing the door behind her. She hoped that she had been forceful enough to make her view clear without annoying her father. For the reality was that while she didn't need her father's blessing she did need some money. For years she had been fascinated with Egyptian history, the pyramids, the pharaohs, the temples. Now she was 21 she was officially an adult and she would make the trip of her life to see these things for real, before she returned to Britain and her predestined future. Once back she would have to play the role expected of her: take a good husband, produce babies, run a household.. 

Adrienne climbed the stairs to her room. There in the middle was the steamer trunk containing her clothes. A cart would take it down to the docks in the morning and at mid-day a carriage would take her to the ship. She felt a quiver of excitement in her belly. She had never left Britain before, never even been on a sailing ship. But she had made the journey before in her mind, creating an imagined reality from the hundreds of books that she had read on Egypt, on travel. It would be so much easier were she a boy, she thought. Nobody would be telling her what she could and could not do. But a girl in Victorian society was someone to be protected, someone to be treated like a fruit, handled gently to prevent it being bruised. She thought back to the times she was told off as a child for climbing trees, or as a teenager for insisting on going to the library on her own, or more recently for inviting that strangely garbed man into the house to teach her Arabic.. 

Adrienne's maid entered her bedroom to undress her and get her ready for bed. The maid carried a jug of hot water that she poured into the bowl on Adrienne's dresser. She unhooked the long row of buttons on the dress than ran up Adrienne's spine. Then she unlaced the unyielding corset that thrust Adrienne's full breasts up. Soon Adrienne was naked. She looked down at her body. She was thin and fit, very muscular since she was so much more active physically than most Victorian women. Her rounded breasts were tipped with small brown aureole surrounding small pink nipples. She looked lower across her flat stomach to where a triangle of black hair crowned the swelling where her body curved out of sight. She had looked between her legs with a mirror once, surprised to discover the pink petals that surrounded her entrance. As a voracious reader she knew that a man would one day enter her there, and a baby would emerge. She wasn't really sure how this would take place, it seemed tight to her when she tentatively pushed a fingertip into herself. She had discovered that there was one special spot between her legs that was super sensitive. When she touched it, it aroused feelings in her body that she had never experienced before. It scared her, she was sure that she was not meant to feel like that. Nevertheless, occasionally in the privacy of her bed she would bunch her nightgown up around her waist, lick her finger and touch that special spot. As her finger slowly circled she would have strange dreams of disgusting things that she would never contemplate in real life. Perhaps she was undressing in front of a crowd of men, or a naked savage was carrying her off to his hut. These fantasies were a bit vague since she'd never actually seen a man naked. Sometimes the feelings in her body would start to get really intense. She was worried that she might do damage so she always stopped, never went to the far enough to find out what would happen next. Perhaps she felt that there was a dragon sleeping within her that would be best not awakened. 

She pulled her nightgown over her head and her maid did up the button at the back of her neck. She got into bed. This time the following night she would be on board a ship heading out into the English Channel on the long voyage across the Bay of Biscay, through the Straits of Gibraltar, across the Mediterranean Sea to Cairo and the wonders of ancient Egypt. 

** 

Adrienne rapidly discovered that the clothes a Victorian woman would wear in London were completely impractical on board a ship. Firstly, she had no maid and most clothes required button hooks or ties that were impossible to do single-handed. In any case, a full skirt was simply impossible on board. At first the strong winds in the Atlantic would catch it and almost blow her over. And once they reached the Med it would be too hot. When they stopped to re-victual in Brest she purchased a pair of sailor's bell-bottoms and a traditional Breton fisherman's cotton shirt and a thick woolen sweater. It felt odd to be dressed in trousers, which she had never before worn in her life, almost illegal if not immoral, but it was definitely more practical. So it was dressed as a man that Adrienne finally arrived in Egypt, the Breton sweater long discarded under the relentless sun of a Mediterranean summer. 

Once in Cairo, Adrienne used her primitive Arabic to arrange a carriage to the bazaar. She realized that her steamer trunk of clothes was quite useless and she would need to equip herself with a new wardrobe more suited to the climate and to life without a household of servants. Soon she changed from a male sailor to an Arab woman, naked under the loose fitting clothing that let her cope more easily with the desert heat. She packed her newly acquired clothes into a rough Hessian bag and organized a boat to take her up the Nile to Luxor where the ancient Egyptians had built a huge temple. 

** 

It was on the third day out of Cairo that they were attacked. Adrienne was asleep in the shade when suddenly the boat rocked hard. Another boat had rammed them. Before she could do anything to react, two men fell on top of her and pinned her to the deck. Everything was over so fast that she barely had time to be frightened. The men rolled her onto her front, pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together tightly. 

She was jerked onto her feet. There were about half a dozen pirates, armed with daggers. With the benefit of surprise they had easily subdued the unsuspecting crew. Now they would unload any valuables from the boat to where they had two camels waiting on the riverbank. Adrienne was unloaded too. For she was also a valuable that could be sold. The camels were loaded up with boxes from the boat and they set off, a few of the pirates, two heavily laden camels and then Adrienne, walking with her hands still tied behind her back. One of the pirates placed a broad hat made from straw on her head which protected her from at least some of the afternoon sun. 

At first they were passing through green countryside, for this was where the Nile would flood each year and irrigate the crops. But as they continued the landscape became drier and browner and gradually became desert. The sun gradually got lower in the sky as the miles fell away, the temperature starting to fall. For a woman used to the thin sunlight of gray London, the route march across the desert was a punishment. But she was worried at what might be to come. She had asked her captors some questions in her basic Arabic but they had just laughed at her and told her she would have to wait and see. She thought of running but realized that with her arms pinioned behind her she would easily be chased down, and besides, she would never survive the night alone in the unforgiving desert. 

In the distance, as the sun was starting to set, she could see some sort of nomadic encampment in the distance. It was just starting to get dark when finally they arrived there. The pirates unloaded the camels and carried the boxes into the biggest tent. They pushed Adrienne forward into the tent too. At the far end was a throne of sorts and a chieftain, or a prince of some sort was seated there. The pirates placed the heavy boxes in front of the prince and opened them. An assistant to the prince stood at his side and seemed to negotiate with the pirates, presumably agreeing on a price for the stolen goods. 

Then Adrienne was pushed forward roughly. She tripped and fell on the carpet in front of the throne. The prince stood up. She could see that he was tall now. His robe hid the shape of his body but he looked fit and muscular. He looked down at her. 

:"A European. That's a rare treat in these parts," he said to her in perfect English. "Let's have a look at you." 

He turned to one of the pirates and said a few words of Arabic. The pirate pulled Adrienne to her feet. Then, he took his dagger and in a single slash cut her robe from her neck down between her breasts to her ankles. It fell open. 

Adrienne had never felt so naked. Her arms fixed behind her meant that she could do nothing to cover her modesty, and worse, her breasts were thrust forward provocatively. She squeezed her thighs together tightly. The prince looked her up and down as if he was inspecting livestock. Her reached out and squeezed one of her breasts, like one might test a melon at the market. Adrienne tried to move away, nobody had ever taken such liberties with her body, but the pirate behind her pushed her forward to the prince. Finally the prince said something to his assistant, turned and left the tent. More negotiation seemed to take place, the assistant produced a bag of gold coins and gave some to the pirate chief, and everyone left. 

Adrienne stood there alone in the tent, wondering what she should do. A woman came in with a large brass bowl full of hot water. She knelt in front of Adrienne and undid her sandals. Moving behind her, she untied the ropes that bound her wrists and slipped the remains of her robe over her shoulders. Adrienne stood there completely naked. 

The woman took a cloth and wiped the sweat and grime from Adrienne's body. It was a welcome relief, the first gesture of humanity that day. The woman roughly indicated that Adrienne should move her feet apart, and then Adrienne felt the cloth cleaning the sweaty folds of her sex. The woman indicated that Adrienne should follow and she left the tent and entered another smaller one. The floor was covered with another carpet and on the carpet was a pile of animal furs that formed a bed. A brass plate was on a small table with some sort of meat stew and a glass bottle of water. The woman left and she was once again alone. 

Adrienne lay down on the furs, wondering what would happen next. She suddenly realized how hungry she was after a day without eating. She ravenously ate the tangerine and washed it down with the water. In no time Adrienne was asleep. 

** 

Adrienne was awakened by the sun rising. At first she wondered where she was before she remembered being captured and brought to the nomadic encampment where she was now a prisoner. She realized that she was not really a prisoner, she wasn't bound, and she wasn't locked in a cell. But with no clothes and surrounded by miles of uninterrupted sand she might as well be. She felt tears of helplessness start to well up. 

The woman who had bathed her the night before entered the tent with a brass tray containing some cheese and dates and a tiny cup of hot coffee. Adrienne tried to ask her some questions but it was clear she didn't understand English and wasn't going to answer any questions she managed to pose in her broken Arabic. She would obviously have to wait until she met the prince again before she would be able to start to understand her fate. And she didn't have long to wait. 

Just after the woman left the flap of the tent was pulled back and the prince entered. 

"What's your name?" he asked her brusquely. 

"Adrienne." 

"I'm Omar," he said. "Why were you in Egypt?" 

"I'm interested in archeology. I came to see the pyramids and the temples." 

"Well, I shall see your pyramids and your temple." He grabbed the sheet that covered her body and jerked it off her. Adrienne's hands automatically flew to cover her crotch and her breasts. Omar reached out and grabbed her wrists. Even though she was fit and muscular, he was much stronger than her and easily moved her hands off her. He bent forward. She assumed he was going to take her nipple in his mouth, like a baby suckling she thought, but he planted small kisses on the underside of her breast. Somehow he knew there was a super-sensitive spot there. Embarrassingly, she felt her nipples harden instantly. Only then did he take one of her nipples into his mouth. She squirmed, trying to pull her breast from his mouth. She kicked him but he moved so that his weight was on her legs and subdued her. He moved her onto her back and pressed his body on top of her. His face was inches from hers. 

"You are feisty," Omar said. "I can see that it is going to be a battle of wills." 

Omar stood up. He took one of the decorative silk ropes that adorned the inside of the tent, took Adrienne's wrists and tied them together. Then he tied the other end of the rope to one of the tent poles firmly embedded in the sand. Adrienne was now lying with her hands pulled up over her head. 

Omar pulled his robe over his head. Adrienne gasped when she saw a man's cock for the first time. Omar looked down appreciatively at her naked body as he slowly stroked his cock. She watched as it started to lengthen in his hand. 

"You are disgusting," said Adrienne. 

"You are wrong, you are going to disgust yourself. And do you know why? Because you will enjoy it even though you don't want to." 

He lay down alongside her. She attempted to roll away but he was too quick and put an arm around her holding her in a grip of steel. Once again he covered her nipple with his mouth. She realized that her nipple was rock hard, like sometimes happened when she stroked her special touching spot. 

He moved around her body, planting small kisses on her breasts and her neck and down across her stomach. She wriggled underneath him feeling humiliated. She couldn't believe it when his kisses reached the triangle of black hair at the top of her legs. He tried to push his tongue into the top of her slit but she was squeezing her legs together too firmly. After all, nobody had ever even seen her there, let alone touched her. 

He moved, took her ankles, and firmly pushed so that her knees came up to her chest and her sex was exposed between her thighs. A ripe plum ready for eating. Holding her firmly he bent down and lightly fluttered his tongue on her cunt-lips. She felt completely defeated as she felt his tongue pushing between her lips to that secret place that brought scary feelings of arousal to her body. She heard herself moan involuntarily as the tip of his tongue flicked over what she would discover was her clit. He forced her legs wider apart, opening up her sex under his mouth. He pushed his tongue into her, tasting the wet juices of her excitement. 

He started to circle his tongue on her tiny hard clit. She felt the heightened arousal in her body, felt it reach the level where she always stopped touching herself, too frightened at the intensity. But Omar didn't stop; he licked her harder, listening to her breathing as it signaled the approach of her impending climax. She screamed out, unsure at the novel waves of pleasure coursing through her body for the first time. Omar continued to lick her lightly while she came, coaxing every last tremor of excitement out of her orgasm for her. 

Omar moved up between her legs as her orgasm died away. She felt his cock head touch the entrance to her body. "No," she tried to say but it just came out as a long moan. She jerked her body and succeeded pulling her legs back together and rolling onto her front. Omar pressed down on her shoulders immobilizing her and lowered his hips against her ass. She could feel his cock resting in the cleft of her ass now. He moved himself back so that his cock dropped and rested against backs of her thighs. He slid forwards slightly. She could feel his cock nuzzling against her cunt lips. 

"You want it, don't you?" he whispered in her ear as he moved his cock forward a little further, his cock head starting to penetrate into her cunt. She started to cry, humiliated and defeated. She tried to push him off by getting her knees underneath her, not realizing that this would expose her cunt even more. Omar held her hips and stroked the point of his cock along the length of her inner lips. He was pleased to notice how wet she was. She rolled away from him again, ending up on her back again, her arms straining against the ropes. 

He grabbed her ankles again and spread her legs wide on either side of his body. He moved forwards and nestled his cock in her virgin opening. She moved away but he moved forward too. He let go of her ankles and held her hips, immobilizing her. Slowly she felt his hardness pushing into her, distending her lips tightly around a cock for the first time. He came up against her maidenhead. With a sharp thrust he broke into her, eliciting a scream of surprise, pain and arousal all mixed together, turning her into a wild beast. Against her will she felt her hips involuntarily buck underneath him, driving him still deeper into her body. 

He lay on top of her, kissing her, driving his tongue into her mouth and his cock into her cunt, crushing her breasts onto her chest. His hips started to rise and fall, fucking her harder now. He reached up and released the bond holding her hands. She half-heartedly tried to push him off her without success. She raked her fingernails down his back, but the pain seemed to just make him wilder and he fucked her violently, slamming his cock into her wet cunt and pressing her bottom into the furs of her bed. 

She started to come again. And in the explosion of pleasure she changed. She wrapped her arms around him, her tongue now seeking his, her hips now rocking in time with his. Omar felt Adrienne come, close to his own climax as she embraced him. His orgasm cracked and he felt himself empty deep into her as the contractions in her cunt milked him dry. 

For the first time in her life Adrienne felt a hard cock gradually soften in her cunt until eventually pulled out of her leaving a feeling of emptiness. He rolled off her and lay beside her. 

"That was a perfect breakfast," Omar whispered in her ear. 

Now that her body was quiet she felt ashamed that a Victorian young lady could feel such animal passions, could take such pleasure from submitting to the will of the Arab prince. But her natural self-confidence was returning. She reached down and ran a finger between her legs, inspecting the mixture of her juices, her blood and his seed that was seeping from her. 

"You bastard," she said loudly. 

She moved and sat on his chest, her legs spread wide provocatively. She lifted herself up so that squatted with her cunt just over Omar's mouth. 

"Clean me up, you bastard." 

"What makes you think you can give me orders?" But he smiled. 

She reached down and parted her outer lips, spreading her sex for him. His tongue snaked out and probed into her, tasting the cocktail of her vanished virginity. She gasped at the unfamiliar feeling as he circled inside her opening. She moved back slightly so that his tongue dragged across her clit, generating sparks of arousal. Slowly she started to move her hips back and forth, taking her pleasure from the mouth between her thighs. Omar reached up and cradled the cheeks of her ass with his hands. 




The Victorian Tale



"Make me...whatever it's called, again." 

Omar pulled his mouth away from her cunt. "Come, that's what it's called." 

"Make me...come," she repeated as if practicing a new word in a foreign language. She reached up and touched her own nipples, adding to the sensations spreading from between her thighs. They were rock hard like little pink pebbles. She started to stroke the tips of her nipples in time with the little movements of her hips. She was already at the level of arousal where she used to stop when she masturbated. But of course this time she had no intention of stopping. The prince between her legs worked his tongue expertly on her clit. Her breathing was getting heavier, her breasts feeling the warmth of her imminent orgasm. She stroked her nipples faster as her excitement crescendoed and she pressed down hard onto Omar's mouth as the first contractions of her orgasm hit her, pushing his long tongue deep inside her pulsating cunt. She rolled off him once the tremors died down. 

Omar stood up and pulled on his robe and left without another word. Shortly after the servant woman came back in with a bowl of water and cleaned Adrienne up. She had another bowl of warm wax that she painted on Adrienne's pubic hair before laying a piece of cloth on top. With a smart jerk she pulled the cloth off, creating a jolt of pain and completely clearing a bald strip on her mound. Once her mound was clear the servant moved between her legs and stripped her outer lips of any hair until Adrienne's cunt was completely bald. The prominent cleft of her sex, that had been hidden from her since her hair had grown, was now clearly visible. She reached down and touched herself experimentally. The soft flesh of her lips felt very different without its coat of hair. She softly touched her special spot, surprised to find that it was hypersensitive. Once she had some privacy she knew she wouldn't be able to resist playing with her new sex, all girlish on the outside and newly knowledgeable inside. The shame of losing her virginity before marriage was tempered by the discovery that sex was a pleasure greater than anything she'd before experienced. Since she had never particularly cared to live by the rules that were a tradeoff she was happy to have been forced to make. 

She put on a long white robe and walked outside. It was already very hot even though the sun was not high in the sky. Now that it was day she could see that there were about half-a-dozen tents set up and that they were beside an oasis, a small spring creating a bright splash of green against otherwise endless sand. Nobody seemed to pay her much attention so she wandered over by the spring and sat down on the thick grass under the shade of some date palms. She dozed, going over in her mind the experiences of the last day, trying to decide how she would eventually escape but knowing that she wasn't in any hurry. There were clearly new things to be discovered. She already understood something that had always puzzled her. Why did married men have mistresses in London? She realized that only the mistresses were really privy to the secrets she was discovering, the wives for social convenience and for having babies. She already knew she could never be that kind of wife. Omar had awaked feelings inside her that would never be quieted. 

She was awaked by the sound of footsteps. Omar was walking towards her with another woman. She was a very beautiful Egyptian woman with coffee colored skin. He introduced her. 

"This is my first wife, Halah. And this is my most recent acquisition for the harem. A European. Her name is Adrienne but that is too western. We shall call her Adri." 

"Have you broken her in yet," said Halah ignoring Adri. 

"Yes, this morning," said Omar as if discussing a horse or a camel being trained. 

"Did she submit easily?" 

"No, not at all like a local woman. First she fought back so I had to tie her up. She tastes different from an Egyptian woman too. It must be her European diet. Then, once I'd had her, she was back to being aggressive and made me lick her again." 

"You should have invited me," said Halah. "I like to watch the new ones when they first start to learn. Is she hairy?" 

"Yes. But I've already had her hair removed. Would you like to see?" Omar turned to Adri. "Take off your robe." 

Adri blushed, embarrassed at the thought of being naked in front of this stranger. But she knew he would merely force her so she stood up and slowly pulled her robe over her head and stood there naked. Halah reached out and gently ran a finger over one of Adri's outer lips. She pulled it to one side, inspecting what lay within like she might inspect meat at a butcher. 

"She's not been mutilated like some of the local women," Halah said. 

"Of course not, she's a European. Besides, I have no interest in women who don't enjoy themselves. It is best to give pleasure as well as take it." 

"Has she tasted you yet?" 

"No. Shall we do that now?" 

Adri wondered what they were talking about. Halah sat down on the grass and leant against the trunk of a palm tree. Halah worked the skirt of her robe up to her waist, spread her legs and casually started to masturbate. Adri watched, fascinated, never having seen another woman's cunt before, let alone a woman who was so at ease with her sexuality that she would masturbate in front of a stranger. Halah's fingers parted her brown lips exposing a flash of pink within. 

Omar's voice interrupted her inspection. "Kneel on the grass." He pulled his robe off over his head. 

He moved in front of her. His cock was in front of her face. 

"Take me into your mouth," he said. 

It had never occurred to her that Adri could take his cock into her mouth. She was at once horrified and excited by the idea. She would have to resist something so nasty as putting his cock in her delicate mouth. But at the same time she was excited because she knew he would force her to do it anyway, and that would make it still nastier and even more thrilling. 

She said nothing but neither did she open her mouth. Omar took one of her hands and wrapped it around his hardening cock and showed her how to masturbate him. Once he was hard he put his hand on the back of her head and guided his mouth to the pink mushroom of his cock. She kept her mouth shut. Halah reached over and caressed one of her ass cheeks. 

"You are right, she is strong-willed," Halah said. 

Suddenly she jabbed a finger into Adri's asshole. Adri cried out in surprise and Omar pushed his cock into her wide-open mouth. 

"Move your tongue," he ordered, pressing his hand against the back of her head so that she could not avoid his cock. Adri was simultaneously aroused by having a cock in her mouth for the first time but also self-assertive enough that she wasn't going to go too willingly. Omar was starting to gently slide his cock back and forth in Adri's mouth. 

Halah's finger slipped between Adri's cunt-lips. "She's very turned on, you know. Don't be so gentle. I want to see you really take her." 

Omar pushed his cock deeper into Adri's mouth, into the back of her throat. She gagged on it immediately and he pulled out. He thrust in again, harder and deeper, pushing his cock into her. He held it there for a moment. Adri couldn't really breathe. Then he pulled back until his cock head was just inside her lips. Gradually Adri got used to the feel of Omar's cock in her throat. He pulled out of her. 

"Lick my balls," he ordered. 

She didn't think to refuse; her body was now driving her on. She ran her tongue down the length of his cock and caressed his heavy balls with her tongue. She'd never even seen a naked man before yesterday and now here she was pleasuring a man like a White chapel whore. Adri could feel Halah's finger now rubbing her juices onto her clit. Given everything else that had happened it didn't even feel odd. 

Adri sucked one of his balls into her mouth and ran her tongue over it, savoring the way it filled her mouth like a hard-boiled egg. Then she licked his other ball. She slid her tongue back up the length of his cock and wrapped her mouth over him again. He fucked her even deeper, mercilessly pushing his cock down her throat until her nose was pressed against his belly. 

He started to fuck her throat harder and faster, clearly close to coming. He pulled out of her mouth. Halah wrapped her fist around his cock and pumped him until jets of white cum splashed across Adri's face. She licked a little where it had run across her lips. The taste was not unpleasant, like the first time she'd had caviar in London, salty and interesting and delicate. 

"She's good. I think you should keep her and take her back to the palace when we leave at the weekend," said Halah. She bent down and licked Adri's face clean, a gesture that was both friendly and erotic. Soon the three of them walked back to the nearby tents. 

** 

After dinner that night Adri was in her tent wondering if Omar would come for her. She was surprised to realize that she would be disappointed if he did not. The dragon of her sexuality now awakened would not be put back to sleep. 

Adri was almost asleep when he came. He pulled his robe off and lay down naked beside her. He asked nothing of her, instead he watched her, seeing what she would do of her own volition. Adri realized she was being tested and her first instinct was thus to do nothing, to give him nothing that he didn't take from her by force. But her desire was too strong. She moved and straddled his body and sat with one knee on either side of him. She could feel her fleshy outer lips wrapped around his soft cock. He watched her as she gently started to slide her hips back and forth, masturbating him with her cunt lips. She didn't move much and she didn't move very fast but it was enough. The gentle stroking was making Omar hard. She could feel him growing between her lips. His cock was now slick with the juices that had seeped from within her as her own arousal grew. She was sliding her wet cunt over the length of his cock, running her clit over the hard rod too. 

She slid further forward. She could feel the head of his cock at her opening. She changed the angle of her hips and as she slid back she felt his cock slide into her tight tunnel. Now as she rocked her hips his cock moved within her cunt, creating electric twinges of excitement that fluttered through her body. Each thrust of her hips also tugged on her clit. She would not last long on top like this before she came. She reached behind herself and started to caress his balls with her fingers as she continued to fuck him slowly but deliberately. 

She lifted herself off him, turned around and lowered her body back onto his cock. Omar watched the blatant view of his cock sliding in and out of Adri's swollen aroused cunt. He reached out and rubbed a little of her juice onto the tight brown pucker of her unused hole. Adri squirmed in horror. Surely he wasn't really touching her there. But she had to admit that it felt surprisingly good even if it felt against all taboos. As she continued to fuck Omar's cock, he worked his finger into her ass. She was almost coming so she started to fuck his cock harder, feeling him speed up finger-fucking her ass. When she came she felt it not just in her cunt, as before, but also in her ass. 

She lifted herself off Omar and knelt on all fours like an animal. She felt Omar move behind her and enter her cunt again. He grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard. She could feel his belly on her ass and his balls against her lips. As he fucked her he worked a thumb into her ass again. Adri couldn't believe it when he started to work a second thumb into her; it felt impossible that her asshole would distend enough to accommodate him. 

Omar removed his thumbs. He pulled his cock from her. His hands were on her ass cheeks. Suddenly he spread her cheeks wide. Before she realized what was happening he pushed the head of his cock into her asshole. Adri cried out, it was so intense and so unusual a feeling. Omar pulled her hips back, impaling himself deeper in her tightness. Adri whimpered as gradually he worked his cock fully into her virgin rear entrance, enjoying the intense tightness before her body gradually accepted the invasion. She reached back between her legs and started to rub her clit, the feelings of arousal drowning out the throbbing in her ass. 

"Make me come," Omar ordered her. 

She rocked back and forth on her knees, very tentatively at first, feeling his cock slide back and forth in her ass. She was more relaxed now and it was starting to feel really good. She moved faster, listening to his breathing as his orgasm approached. She felt her own orgasm beginning, and the powerful contractions in her asshole were too much for Omar and he started to come too, emptying his seed deep into her rectum as her body milked him dry. Finally he pulled out of her leaving a feeling of emptiness as her asshole closed up. 

** 

The next few days carried on like this. Adri gradually opened up and told Omar about her interest in Egyptian antiquity, the pyramids and the temples up the Nile. Omar told her about the palace that they would leave for at the weekend. It seemed Adri was the latest addition to his harem of a couple of dozen women. She felt a feeling of disappointment when she discovered this. She was starting to fall in love with Omar and couldn't bear the thought of not being special. Even if he didn't love her back, here at least she was Omar's new plaything and got all his attention. The only other woman, apart from servants, was Halah, his first wife. He was bored with her since she was not that enthusiastic about sex. She apparently preferred to watch Omar fucking the other wives in the harem, occasionally pressing a finger or tongue into their most intimate places to assert her primacy amongst them all. Once they were at the palace Adri would just be one wife among many, fucked only occasionally, unable to sustain the illusion that he loved her too. 

The last afternoon before they left for the palace, Adri was lying in the shade inside her tent. Adri stretched out naked and her finger almost automatically slipped between her legs, just gently stroking the length of her slit, feeling herself as she became wetter. She imagined that Omar was fucking her. She had discovered that her favorite position was with her on her back, cradled in Omar's muscular arms with her legs wrapped around his back and his cock deep inside her. She felt like Omar was really making love to her as a person rather than simply taking sexual pleasure from her body. 

Adri spread moved her knee out to open up her sex a little more as she started to allow her clit a little attention. Her other hand moved to a breast and started to rhythmically stroke her nipple. She pushed a finger into herself imagining it was Omar's cock. He was telling her that she was the only wife in his harem that he cared about, that he would no longer sleep with the others; he only had eyes for her. Adri's hips started to rock as she fantasized about sex and her dreams of the future. She wished that Omar were there that moment. 

As if in answer the side of the tent opened and Omar entered. She stopped masturbating, as if she was a naughty girl caught doing something she shouldn't. 

"Carry on," Omar said. "I love to watch a woman pleasure herself." 

He pulled off his robe and lay down on the other side of the tent, looking up between Adri's thighs to where the gentle movements of her fingertips generated such feelings of pleasure amongst the soft folds of her sex. 

"Tell me what you are fantasizing about." 

Adri wondered whether to lie but decided to tell him what she was really thinking.. 

"You are fucking me. I'm on my back with you on top. You are kissing me behind my ears. You are whispering in my ears telling me that I'm the only one in your harem for you, that you will sleep with me every night. My hips are thrusting up to meet your cock. I squeeze your cock with my cunt muscles, bringing you to orgasm. You tell me you love me as I feel you come, feel your hips jerking into me." 

Adri stroked herself a little faster now. She looked over to Omar. He was rock hard and stroking his own cock as he watched her lost in her own fantasy world. Adri's climax had been slowly building up for some time and now, as she imagined Omar coming inside her and telling her he loved her she finally let herself come, feeling her orgasm with her finger as she continued to fuck herself. 

Omar moved across and covered Adri's body. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled up her knees. She had that wonderful feeling of surrender she had grown to love as Omar pushed into her, her body resisting slightly at first before conceding and admitting his thick cock. Just like in her fantasy he started to kiss her behind the ear where he knew she was sensitive. But he whispered different things in her ears. 

"I'm afraid it is not going to be like that. You would hate it back in the harem, you are too proud, too independent, to intelligent, too in love with me." 

Adri hugged him tighter, surprised at how well he had read her thoughts.

"So what are we to do?" Adri said, hoping that Omar would run off with her, take her back to Britain, live here with her forever. She couldn't imagine life without sex and she couldn't imagine having sex with anyone but Omar. 

Omar kissed her ear again, whispering very quietly as his cock slowly moved within her. "I like you too much to make you do that so I'm going to let you leave. But your body is too passionate now. You can't go back to virginity or even celibacy. So I've found a new companion for you." 

"But I don't want a new companion, I want you." 

"You can't have me, I have my own life and you won't fit into it. But listen to who your new companion is first. He's an expert on the monuments of Egypt; he spends his life going up and down the Nile studying them. He will be the perfect master for you." 

"What about his harem?" 

"He's not rich enough to have a harem. Egyptian women aren't interested in pyramids, they think they are old piles of rock so he has no female companion today." 

Adri started to cry. Her dreams were being destroyed. Omar suddenly raised his voice. "Abdul," he shouted. 

A second man entered the tent. Adri was shocked that he immediately pulled his robe over his head. His cock was already hard and much bigger than Omar's. Omar rolled onto his back, pulling Adri on top of him, the whole time keeping his cock inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight so that she couldn't really move. 

"Don't worry," he said quietly in her ear. "It's going to be perfect." 

Adri felt Omar let his cock slip from inside her. 

"I can't do this," she sobbed. 

"Yes you can. Remember the first day. You are strong. This is your future. He is your master." 

Adri felt a cock in her opening again. Abdul was entering her from behind. But he was too large to simply slide into her despite her wetness. He had to put his hands on her shoulders and fuck his way into her. 

"That feels good doesn't it," Omar whispered as he Adri's feelings switch from pain to pleasure as Abdul entered her. 

Adri licked her tears off Omar's face where he lay beneath her. He kissed her hard and passionately. As she lay there in Omar's arms, kissing him, even feeling his cock against her belly, Abdul's huge cock worked her arousal towards orgasm. 

Omar tickled her ear with his tongue. "I want you to come for your new master," he said. 

Adri started to move her hips, rubbing her clit against Omar's cock and moving Abdul's cock inside her. She sat up a little and Omar roughly rubbed his thumbs on her nipples. It too her over the top and she started to come, her vagina spasming on Abdul's invasion. 




The Victorian Tale



Abdul pulled out of her and lay on his back. At that moment, Adri decided to make a go of it. She would spend a year or two exploring Egypt with Abdul by day, and being his sex-slave by night. 

"Would you like me to fuck you, master?" she said to Abdul. 

Without waiting for an answer she straddled him, lifted his cock vertical and lowered herself onto it, using her weigh to push the huge solid piece of meat into herself, gasping a little as it spread her wide. She leant forward and kissed Abdul, who still hadn't said a word to her. She felt Omar's cock at her ass and it took a moment before she realized what he intended to do. He parted her cheeks. She leant her body forward and then pushed back, trusting him completely, relaxing her ass to admit the first love of her life into that most personal of places. She felt over-full with both men inside her. She started to move her hips more vigorously, fucking the two men simultaneously. They were both getting close she knew, under the spell of her sexuality. Omar was fucking her roughly and soon had his release, pumping himself into her ass. A few thrusts of her hips more, and Abdul was coming too, she could feel him throbbing inside her cunt. She was busy thinking about her future when she suddenly climaxed, a surprise little orgasm that crept up on her unawares. 

The next morning Abdul and Adri left to return to the Nile and make their way upstream to the temples and pyramids and tombs. By day they would explore the artifacts that the locals all ignored. By night she would submit to whatever Abdul commanded, take his huge cock in whichever orifice he desired. And whenever Omar came to visit them he would take her and she would genuinely try and fight him off, just like that first night. Omar gave her, the most pleasure when he took his pleasure from her against her will. 

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