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Toni

By: Edgewater



I.

Toni was bored! Her husband just left for yet another 3-day business trip and she was alone for another long weekend. Being an empty-nester, she rattled around in the big, empty house. The kids were busy doing their own thing with their own kids. She needed to do something fun.

She'd always been a party girl, even after her marriage. Her husband, Bob, wasn't so much the party guy, so it was a good match. He was the serious one, so each added something that the other needed. She got him out on the dance floor, and he kept her focused on reality.

Even after the kids came, Toni still liked to go out and party on weekends, often dragging the reluctant Bob along, but sometimes just with "the girls".

Now, in her mid 50's, she still had the twenty-something mindset, but few of her friends could now match her sense of adventure, much less her energy. Bob had always been the love of her life, but even he no longer matched her energy level and often was simply too tired after a long day of work for intimacy.

She needed some action. She had a plan beginning to form in her mind. She poured herself a large glass of wine and sat down at her computer. She'd been kind of flirting with someone she'd met online on a social media service. She knew he was a writer, and had actually sent him some "naughty" photos of her. He seemed very interested in her, mostly because she was well endowed and he made comments about her "rack". She loved the attention. After all, it was just some harmless online fun, right.

Toni was restless. The wine was having an effect on her, as she knew it would. It was making her bolder. She decided to flirt with writer, Percy. She knew that he wrote under a pseudonym due to the genre he worked in; erotic fiction. She'd even read a couple of his works. They made her hot!

Most of what Percy wrote had to do with men subjugating women, usually involving sexual slavery and often with underage girls, but the sex scenes were graphic and Toni, secretly, enjoyed fantasizing about being "taken" forcefully. Mostly she thought about being taken by Bob, but occasionally, in the safety of her imagination, she thought about what it would be like. Certainly not a violent rape. That would be painful and dangerous, but the idea of being someone's sex slave was titillating at least. She sometimes fantasized about Bob coming home in a bad mood, seeing her, and becoming aroused. 

She thought about him marching her up to the bedroom, ordering her to strip and shoving her onto the bed. She dreamed about what it would be like to have him on top of her, forcing her legs apart, forcing himself into her unlubricated vagina; him hard as rock, her arms pinned on either side of her head as he did what he wanted to her as she moaned and cried underneath him.

When he was done with her, he would simply collapse on top of her and doze for several minutes, and when he woke up, he'd get hard and take her again. Afterwards they would sit on the bed and he would apologize for being so rough, and she would of course forgive him, and maybe later on he'd put his finger on her clitoris and bring her to a climax. This would all be on a Friday night, of course, so they could spend Saturday morning in bed like newlyweds!

This was what had occasionally gone through Toni's mind when she exchanged emails with Percy. He, too, was being flirty. She took a huge risk sending the photos to him, but she was never a risk avoider, especially when it came to erotic things. She had sent Percy a photo of her wearing a tank top, nestling a beer bottle in her cleavage. He had actually responded asking her for a similar photo without the tank top! She giggled. Like she would ever send a stranger a photo of her topless. Right?

The wine was definitely having an effect on her by now, and she found herself actually considering the prospect of someone she hardly knew having a photo of her breasts. She admitted to herself it was fun to have someone want her that couldn't have her. I mean, she would never cheat on Bob, right? Of course that train of thought got her thinking about her needs again, and the fact that Bob seemed to be getting older faster than she. She still had the same needs, physically, emotionally, sexually, even if she didn't exactly have the same body, but for a woman of her age and having had kids, she thought she looked pretty good. Granted, she was way past the bikini part of her life, but she still looked damned good in a nightgown. Even if sex mostly took place in the dark now, and mostly once or twice a month if she caught Bob in a good mood, she felt that she was still a desirable woman and liked to be validated by someone who didn't have to say it!

At the end of the first glass of wine, Percy was beginning to be more intriguing than ever. She emailed some suggestive things to him, and he replied in kind. He never claimed to be married, in fact he posted his relationship as "complicated". That wasn't married, because marriage was pretty definite. 

Toni decided to be a bit more risqué and sent Percy a note that if he absolutely guaranteed, in writing, not to show the photo to anyone else, she'd send him one of her topless. She could feel herself becoming aroused even as she thought about the note, and the arousal grew as she typed the note. Moments later came back the response she was afraid of. Percy absolutely, positively, swore on a bible that he would show the photo to no one, upon penalty of lawsuit.

There! Now the ball was in her court. What would she do? First of all, she'd need to refill her wine glass.

Toni came back to her computer with a full glass. She also had her camera. Would she? Could she? Should she? Probably; definitely; absolutely not!

She took her laptop and wine upstairs to her bedroom and sat at her dressing table. She took off her shirt, then her bra, and let both fall on the floor. The angle of the mirror was such that one could not see her tummy, which certainly didn't look as good sitting as standing. So she stood up and looked again. Nope; definitely no tummy in the shot. She picked up the camera and aimed. She cropped the shot so that it the camera stayed in front of her face, and the picture was from just below her breasts and up. She took the shot, then she quickly grabbed her robe and sat back down at the table and opened her laptop.

She took the memory card out of the camera, transferred the photo to the computer, then deleted it from the memory card. She put the card back into the camera and opened the shot. There they were, just as God made 'em. Certainly not perky, of course they never had been since they "came in" but not nearly as saggy as they might be. All in all, pretty nice for an old gal.

She took a big swallow of wine and sent the photo to Percy.

She waited and waited for his response. She could picture him sitting at his computer, somewhere, smiling as her photo opened up. Suddenly, she was embarrassed; ashamed of what she'd done, but she was also curious about his response.

Then it came. "WOW" was all it said. Then, "I may have to have this framed on hung over my bed." Now she was really red. She could picture Percy laying on his back, looking up at her bare breasts (maybe even masturbating thinking about her). He wanted her, how great was that?

Toni's inhibitions were mostly washed away by the wine by now and she responded, "want to meet?" She sat there for over a minute before hitting "send".

"I'd love to, but no" came the response. "I never meet people. You know what I write. I don't want people to know who I am, just in case they get offended. You understand." She did, but she wasn't in a mood to be dissuaded.

"I want to meet you. You know what I look like. It's only fair" she wrote. It took over fifteen minutes for the reply to arrive.

"What do you suggest?" he asked.

Toni took a deep breath and wrote, "my husband's out of town until Tuesday." She was so nervous she almost forgot to breathe.

"You want me to come to your house??" he wrote. "Do you really think that's a good idea? For someone you don't really know to know where you live? I'm intrigued! Just so we're on the same page, what are you thinking?"

She sat there, stunned at her own brazenness, not totally sure what she was actually interested in from this stranger. First of all, he knew who she really was because she used her real name on her Facebook page. Second, he could find out where she lived pretty easily with just a bit of research, so that really wasn't an issue, but what if he wasn't at all what she thought? What if he was really like one of his characters and he hurt her? In the end, she took a deep breath, and another big gulp of wine and wrote, "do you want to touch them?" and hit "send".

The response came back shortly, "OMG, I want to do more than touch them. I want to touch each of your nipples with my tongue, and slowly suck as much of each breast into my mouth as I can. Then I want to shove you onto your bed, naked, and take you, roughly. Would you like that?"

Toni was beginning to breathe rapidly. She noticed that she was actually becoming aroused. She took another sip of wine and typed, "tell me more".

"I would explore your magnificent breasts while standing, with my hands, my mouth, my tongue; I would suck your nipples into my mouth over my teeth, then shove you backwards onto your bed. Then I would spread your legs, roughly, and sit between them. I would order you to put your arms at your sides, and then I would shove my middle finger deeply into your vagina, not even touching your clitoris. I would pull my finger out and let it rub your clitoris briefly on its way out, just to tease you. Then I would guide the head of my rock solid boner between your legs and shove it in, deeply. I would lay on top of you, pinning your arms at your sides with my arms, and penetrate you completely, not at all caring that you might be in some pain. In fact, I wouldn't even say a word to you until I was finished, the first time. Questions?"

Toni was sweating. She was breathing heavily. She typed in her address and said, "how soon can you be here?" She wanted him. She wanted him now. She needed him to come to her house right this minute and do exactly what he'd described.

"20 min" came the response. He wasn't that far away!

"Hurry" she replied, and pushed herself away from the table in horror at the events she'd just set into motion.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door and Toni almost passed out. She was terrified and she was aroused. She was already wet from just reading the email, but could she go through with this? She knew that as soon as she opened the door, the dominoes would begin to fall, and she'd have to live with herself for the rest of her live.

She was also drunk and very horny.

She opened the door and smiled. The man standing before her looked younger than she. He was wearing a snug-fitting polo shirt and khaki slacks. He was about an inch taller than her, but appeared to be in much better shape.

She stood there looking at him, and he simply walked in and shut the door. Now she was alone in the house with a man she hardly knew, if she even really knew him at all, and both of them knew he was there for sex.

"Upstairs, now" he ordered her quietly. He was taking charge. This was going to happen. Toni didn't move. She grasped her robe closed with her hand and looked at the man. "Let's go" he said and gave her a gentle shove towards the stairs. She started moving, as if in a dream. Her head was spinning from the wine, and her crotch was damp. Every square inch of her skin was alive and tingling.

As she mounted the stairs, she felt the man, Percy (really?), put his hand on her rump and give her a squeeze. This was going to happen! This man was in her house to have sex with her.

At the top of the stairs, he gave her another gentle shove and she walked into her bedroom and stopped. Before she could turn around, she felt his hands on her shoulders. He moved close to her, his lips touched her neck and she almost fainted. "Do what you're told and I won't hurt you" he whispered. All she could get her body to do was nod her head. She was petrified.

He continued to kiss her neck and she shivered. He reached around her waist and untied the belt of her robe, then he moved his hands back to her shoulders and slid the robe off. It fell to the floor. "Please turn out the lights" she asked. He reached behind him and flipped down the switch. Now the only light in the room was from the hallway.

Toni felt his strong hands grasp her shoulders and spin her around. She stood there, shakily, facing her email friend. She looked into his eyes and he smiled. Slowly, he dropped to his knees and pulled down her pants and panties. Without warning, he shoved his middle finger into her vagina and held it there. She gasped and he yanked it out.

"Please don't hurt me" she said quietly.

He stood, said "as long as you cooperate, I won't" and shoved her backward onto the bed. She lay there watching him as he peeled off his shirt revealing fit if not muscular torso. Looking her straight in the eyes, he dropped his slacks and she could see his erection poking out of his briefs. It was big. He pulled down his underwear and walked to the bed. She backed away from the edge as he climbed on.

"Are you going to wear a condom?" she asked sheepishly as he climbed onto the bed.

"I have no diseases and cannot get you pregnant. Do I need a condom?" he asked. Toni shook her head and lay it down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Percy sat by her feet, facing her. He grasped her ankles and quickly spread her legs very wide. Toni put her hands over her eyes, but didn't say anything. Percy moved himself up toward her crotch. When he touched the insides of her thighs with his knees, he lifted her legs under the knees until her feet were flat on the bed. Knowing she was already very wet, he guided the tip of his penis into her waiting vagina and stopped.

Toni felt the warmth of his erection inside her, but only just a bit. She was so ready for him she heard herself say, "more". 

"Put your arms by your sides" he ordered her quietly. She complied. He leaned forward, resting on his elbows, his arms effectively pinning hers at her sides and thrust himself into her waiting vagina. The abruptness of the penetration made Toni gasp. She felt his hardness and the force with which he entered her and filled her completely. His head dropped onto a breast and he began sucking forcefully. She thought he was going to suck the nipple right off at first, then he let it drop out and fell onto the other side. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, over his teeth and it made her gasp again. He was able to suck a great deal of her large breasts into his mouth and it felt great. All this time, his rigid shaft was simply inside of her and not moving. Then it began to move.

He was pulling almost all the way out and shoving back in roughly, as expected. He was not being subtle at all. He was taking her; he was hurting her a little, but he was fully in charge up there. She lay there, passively and looked at his face. He wasn't smiling and he was looking down at her. She couldn't read his expression, but he was looking right at her, pumping away. He dropped his face to her neck and bit her quickly, not hard enough to leave a long-lasting mark.

He moved his arms from hers and put his left under her neck. Then dropped his mouth onto hers, forcing her lips apart and his tongue in, his right hand resting on her left breast. He squeezed the breast, he squeezed the nipple, he touched the roof of her mouth with his tongue, and Toni turned her head to the side and came, loudly. "Ooof; ooof, oooh!" 

An instant later, what little consciousness she had left felt the warmth of Percy ejaculating into her. It seemed like he came a great deal, and loudly as well.

And then all was quiet. Percy lay his head on his arm, facing her ear. The room was spinning and Toni was struggling to marshal her thoughts about what had just happened.

Percy lay still, on top of Toni for what seemed like a long time. It was possible that she dozed/passed out at some point for a short while, but when she awoke again, Percy's hand was again fondling her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, and his erection was growing inside of her still wet vagina.

He raised his head and took her other breast into his mouth. She felt his penis respond with enthusiasm at that point and his hips began to move him within her, once again. Twice in one hour! She was going to be sore tomorrow. 

Tomorrow! What the hell was she doing? Maybe the wine was beginning to wear off, but she was suddenly horrorstruck by her situation. She had let a strange man into her house, into her body! She was having unprotected sex with someone she'd met online! She was endangering her wellbeing if not her life, and cheating on her husband. What was wrong with her?

She lay there considering her situation and what, if anything, she should do. Percy was back up to speed and pumping on her much more slowly and gently this time. Kissing, caressing, touching her everywhere. Now his hand is on her breast, now it's moving down her side to her hips, now it's underneath grasping her bottom. He was sliding out and in on a rhythmic basis, running his hand over her body, his tongue exploring her mouth. It felt good, physically, to have a strong, firm man, hard as stone between her legs, kissing her, fondling her. It was certainly more than just the physical act he performed the first time.

Emotionally was another story. Toni thought about betraying her husband and began to cry. Suddenly her mind wished he'd stop, but her body wanted him to finish first, so she could experience his climax inside her again, her mind focused again on the act of unprotected sex! He was squirting God-knows-what into her body. Sure, he claimed to be disease-free, but so did she. He was as much taking her word as she was his, and neither of them knew the other.

As far as either of them knew, each engaged is such activities on a regular basis and lied. 

Percy pulled on her legs and lifted them onto his back. She hooked her ankles and his hand went back to her ass. He increased his penetration and she let out a moan. It really felt good to be desired; sought out. She was reveling in his attention, at the same time panicking from the ramifications of the act. 

His hand came back to her substantial bosom and held her tightly, and he came again, much more quietly this time, but she still felt the heat of his fluids as they coursed into her womb. Again she felt ashamed at the betrayal of her family, and again she relished the attention and being desired by this attractive man.

This time, when he came and rested, Percy rolled off of Toni and lay on his back next to her.

"Now what" she asked to the room in general.

"Not sure what you mean. For my part, I rest for a few minutes, wipe myself off and go home. Unless you want more, in which call I'll need about thirty minutes and some protein, and I'll be happy to oblige" replied Percy. She could hear the smile in his voice.

"No, I mean what happens to us now? I don't know about you, but I've just cheated on my husband. Did you just cheat on your wife?" she asked, her eyes beginning to tear again.

"My suggestion is that you do not mention this to your husband. It's none of his business. You're an adult. You won't get pregnant from me and he won't catch anything the next time you have sex. As far as I'm concerned, it's our secret. If you tell him, it will probably ruin a twenty-something year marriage. Is that what you want?"

Toni thought about it for awhile. In the silence, she heard Percy get off the bed and pick up his pants. She heard him walk into the bathroom and pull a towel off the rack. She assumed he was wiping himself off and pulling up his pants. As it happened, the hall light lay across her body from her breasts to her pubic mound, leaving her face in darkness. 


Toni & Her Brothers



Toni Burnhiel and her brothers, Richard and Jerry, had lived in the big house together since their parents had retired and moved away several years ago. Toni was the oldest of the three at 27. She was tall, standing 5'10", pretty with long light brown hair and brown eyes. She had long sexy legs and firm 38-C breast. 

Richard was the second oldest at 25. He was a rugged man with longish hair. Thick mussels developed over years of hard work as a construction worker. Jerry was 23 and a little backwards. Always on the skinny side for a boy. Toni had taken it upon herself to take care of her youngest brother since high school.

Toni had always been a homebody. But even more so since breaking up with her boyfriend a couple months ago. Without anyone to date she spent most of her at home when not at work. Jerry had a hard time holding a job and was currently unemployed. Toni had been upset with him for a couple days now after coming home early and catching him naked on the couch masturbating to a video of her and her ex-boyfriend making love. She knew that Jerry hadn't dated in years, and only had sex a few times in his life. But she was appalled to realize that he would use an image of her to help get himself off. Jerry explained that it had nothing to do with her. That he would have used a regular porno tape but didn't have the money to go rent one. And he had accidentally discovered the tape of his sister and just had to use something. When Richard learned about it he mercilessly teased his younger brother.

It was Saturday night and Richard had rented a few slasher movies from the video store. Toni and Richard both shared a fascination for slasher films so the trio sat on the couch drinking beer and watching the tapes. The second movie was one that none of them had ever seen before. More of a rape/revenge film than true slasher movie it began with a long drawn out scene of one woman being brutally gang raped by a bunch of men. The film was so graphic at times that Toni became uncomfortable sitting between her two brothers watching it. It was then that Richard spoke up, "Maybe you could use this to whack off to." He said to Jerry. Receiving a prompt "Fuck you." In reply.

"I understand how you feel, little brother." Richard continued, "Hell, it's been almost six months since I got some pussy myself."

"Will you guys shut up." Toni insisted, not caring to hear any more about her brother's sex life.

"Shit, Toni. You're probably stirring your pot by now too since Tom broke up with you."

Toni focused her attention on the TV. 

"Maybe I should watch that tape you made sometime and see just what you're like."

That drew a punch in the arm.

"Ow, shit girl. You're gonna get it now."

Richard grabbed Toni and playfully wrestled her back against the couch acting like he was going to punch her back. The beer was taking its toll on Toni and she was in a playful mood so she wrestled back. 

"Damn, help me Jerry." Richard cried out. Jerry grabbed his sister's shoulders while Richard climbed on her and tried pinning her down. After a brief struggle Toni realized that her tank top had slide to the side and her right breast was exposed.

"Jesus, nice boob, Toni." Richard commented.

"Let me up, Richard!" She ordered.

"I don't know, maybe we should let Jerry play with that tit for a while."

Toni's eyes went wide. Not from the crude comment, but because she felt something that shocked her. Richard's crotch was pressed up against her leg and she could feel through the fabric of his jeans that he was hard. Toni knew that Richard had a reputation for having a big cock, and she could tell that was true by the size of it pressing against her. She was stunned to think that he was aroused by her exposure.

"Go ahead, Jerry. Play with her tits." He encouraged.

"Don't you dare!" Toni argued.

Getting caught up in the moment Jerry reached out and groped his sister's tit. As his hand brushed her nipple it suddenly swelled. Toni blushed.

"Let's strip her." Richard suggested.

Toni began fighting back but her two brothers easily pulled her tank top over her head then made quick work of removing her jeans and panties.

"Could you tell if she was a good fuck on that tape?" Richard asked his brother. Jerry just smiled and nodded. What Toni heard next appalled her.

"Damn, it's been too long since I've had any pussy," Richard announced. "Let's fuck her."

Jerry backed away and Toni lay there stunned.

"Shit boy, you've already jacked off too her. You can't tell me you wouldn't like to fuck this." Richard rubbed his sister's hairy mound. 

"Take your clothes off Jerry." Richard said as he began rubbing his sister's pussy.

"Oh god, no." Toni cried out, realizing that this wasn't some sick joke. She watched as Jerry pulled off his pants, his cock protruding from his skinny body. Once he was naked he got down and began feeling up his sister's sexy body while Richard pulled off his jeans. Toni saw her brother's erect cock, measuring about nine inches. Her mind was spinning out of control with fear and disbelief that her brothers were doing this to her.

She felt Jerry's cock slap against her face. Richard laughed at the sight of his brother's dick resting against his sister's pretty face. "Go ahead, Sis. Suck his cock."

With that Richard lowered his head between Toni's thighs and began licking her pussy. Toni cringed at the first several licks. But felt her clit responding to the stimulation. Without thinking she opened her mouth and accepted Jerry's cock. Toni knew that everything happening was wrong. She wanted to resist with all her strength. But something was stirring inside her. Richard's tongue was bringing her pussy to life. The taste of Jerry's cock in her mouth was filling her body with desire. She could taste his pre-cum and quickly began sucking him with all her might. Realizing that her hands were free she grabbed Richard's head and began pulling him upward. She pulled free of Jerry's cock long enough to yell, "Fuck me!" than resumed sucking her youngest brother.

Richard couldn't believe that he was going through with this. But watching Toni sucking their brother off and hearing her request was more than he could resist. His balls ached for release so he climbed between his sister and slowly began pushing his massive cock into his sister's pussy. Toni moaned with delight as she felt her insides being filled. She had never had a cock the size of Richard's. She wrapped her legs around Richard's waist and began fucking back against his huge pole. 

All the while eagerly devouring Jerry's cock. Both men grunted their satisfaction as they plowed their sister from both ends. Toni couldn't believe the passion she was feeling. What had begun as a sibling prank was now a full-fledged act of forbidden passion. She felt Jerry's rod swelling even more as she continued sucking. She fondled his tightening balls as she ran her mouth back and forth over his shaft more rapidly. Jerry groaned as his cock erupted in his sister's mouth. Toni wrapped her lips tightly and sucked every drop of his jizm down into her throat. 

As she took blast after hot blast her pussy was reaching its moment of glory. Richard's huge cock had been rubbing her G-spot with every thrust. His shaft, glistening with her juices, sliding against her swollen clit. Toni moaned loudly as her climax began. Juices flowed freely down along Richard's love muscle as her orgasm unleashed. Feeling his sister's pussy constrict and throb around his cock was all Richard could take. 

As Toni's cries of passion grew louder his orgasm began. Richard thrust harder and faster as his cum began spewing into his sister's pussy. The two siblings orgasmed together. Richard emptied every drop into Toni's pussy before collapsing upon her. Jerry leaned back against the couch, his hand still fondling Toni's right breast. Toni breathed heavy, feeling Richard's cock slowly softening inside her. Thinking of her brother's cum inside her made her panic for fear of pregnancy. 

Guilt for what she had done raced through her mind. But Toni was satisfied in a way that she had never been before. She looked down at Richard than up at Jerry. Her brothers were now her lovers as well. She couldn't believe the words that escaped her mouth were actually coming from her as she caught herself saying, "Well boys, are you ready to do it again?"



Toni Braxton



Toni Braxton waved a last time and walked down the stairs. She had another great performance and she could leave the stage happy. Walking down the hall, she was suddenly accompanied by her boss and her songwriter.

"You did a great job out there!", they said.

They both were trying to screw Toni for a long time but she has decided not to give him her pussy for career like some chicks did. Feeling good about herself she entered her dressing room. The room wasn't big, but it was clean and she was alone. Sometimes after a Agig@ she felt horny and wanted time to play with herself. Now she felt realy horny so she took clothes off and started playing with her small tits. Sitting in her chair, gently playing with her tits and reliving every minute of tonight's performance, she heard a knock on her door.

Who could it be when she specifically told everybody she wanted to be left alone. Feeling a little angry she dressed up and walked to the door to answer it.

She asked who it was, leaving the door closed.

"I'm your biggest fan in the whole world!", a voice answered enthusiastically.

Toni was surprised and asked herself how the hell did he get past the security? She opened the door and saw the deep brown eyes of a 20-year old guy. He gave her flowers and started apologizing for the trouble, but he just wanted to say how beautiful she looked and how good she performed tonight.

Toni blushed and accepted the flowers. As the conversation furthered, the man noticed her panties and braw in the corner. That made him horny too and he got more bold. He asked Toni if he could come in. She replied that that wasn't a good idea.

At that point he was too horny to stop so he got angry so he pushed her inside. Then he closed and locked the door behind him and walked towards Toni. She got scared and tried to run away, but the man grabbed her. Toni started pounding the man with her fists, but the man was much bigger than her, and he probably didn't even notice her resistance. Suddenly, she felt a burning pain in her stomach. Grasping for breath she slowly, collapsed onto the floor.

The man grabbed her chin and told her that they are going to have some fun. If she resisted it will hurt her otherwise she will enjoy it.

Toni was now terrified, but slowly knodded. Tears were in her eyes, but she just wanted to survive this. Then he started touching her face, her neck, slowly lowering to her chest. His face came close to hers as he kissed her.

In some weird way Toni almost enjoyed it, as he cupped her breasts with his hands. With his right hand he pinched her nipple and Toni couldn't surpress a little scream but she wasn´t sure is it from pain or plesure.

"Quiet!", the man said, and smacked her gently in her face.

Tears rolled down her eyes, but this time she didn't make a noise. She just had to survive this. With his hands he ripped her sweater open and started kissing her neck. Toni wore a white lace bra, which pushed her tits a little more together. This sight made him even hornier. He tore the bra away and Toni's small, firm breasts bounced up. With his tongue he started sucking Toni's nipples. It was heaven, and Toni felt that her pussy became wet.

While sucking and biting her nipples, he unbuttoned her jeans. Then he stopped and ordered Toni to get undressed. Slowly, Toni complied to the man's order. She took off her jeans and hesitated for a while.

"Your panties too!"

Knowing now what the man was capable off, she lowered her panties and took them off. A little line of brown pubic hair became visible, as well as her fine small pussy.

Then he ordered Toni to lay down on her back. She hesitated, but followed the man's order, because she knew that resisting had no use. The man took her anckels and gently spread her beautiful, long black legs wide apart and lowered his face onto her sweet pussy.

The smell made him crazy. So pure, so clean, but still a little sweaty from the exhausting performance she just gave. He loved it. He started licking her inner thigh, climbing up to her pussy.

"Please don't", Toni asked, but the man ignored her completely and continued to lick her outer lips. Then, with his thumbs, he separated her outer lips and started licking her clit and inner lips.

Tears rolled over Toni's cheeks but now in some kind of pleasure. As much as one part of her hated to, another wanted to so her body reacted to the sexual impulses from his tongue and her pussy got moisty and hot.

"Wow, someones cunt is liking what I do. You are getting wet, little Toni!", he said surprised. Toni stared sobbing, but couldn't deny the sexual arousment she felt from her pussy. He kept licking and sucking her clit, and Toni's pussy became more and more receptive and wet. The man inserted is tongue inside her pussy and tonguefucked her a couple of times. Toni now got really turned on. Her dark, chocolat nipples became stiff and her lips parted, the juices flowed freely. She started to moan, as she felt an orgasm approaching. The man noticed Toni's reaction and increased his speed. Then he inserted a finger in her wet pussy. Toni just moaned and arched her back. At this time, she didn't want the man to stop, she wanted to come.

When he inserted his finger into her he found out how tight was she and this surprised him because he thought that she was some more of a whore.

After a couple seconds he started to fuck Toni with his finger now, while licking her clit. Toni started wiggling and moving her slim, black body to give access to his moving finger. Then suddenly her body froze in a huge orgasm, bigger then anyone she had alone.

But the man was already among her legs. He placed his rock hard cock onto her hole and stuck the head against her yearning, wet lips. He needed both his arms to keep all of his weight off from her so Toni used her small hand to guide his big, rock hard cock in to her. She only stuck half of the tip in when she started whining in another orgasm.

He pulled back a little just so that she can calm down a second. Then he slowly moved forward again this time getting the entire head in. Toni screeched and dug her nails into his back.

He slowly pulled his cock a little bit out and pushed back in her this time getting another inch inside of her. She still moaned so he relaxed for a minute waiting for her to adjust to his big cock inside of her. He then pushed in another inch or so and pulled back. Finally after few minutes of playing he buried himself, balls deep, inside of her burning hole. She was out of breath just from the struggle to get his big cock in her all the way that the man thought she would pass out on him.

She had her 3rd orgasm with just him sitting inside of her that was so intense that her eyeballs could have come out of their sockets.

The man proceeded to thrust into her being no more so gentle. In and out in and out for a few minutes he kept a steady pace going. Then he reached down under her legs and lifted them up to where her knees were against her breasts. And he felt himself get in a little bit further than he was.

That's when he felt this strong rush of warm fluid hit his cock. He enjoyed that so much and started fucking her with more force. He pounded her black pussy harder and harder until he shot his load deep inside of her. It felt like he was in heaven.

Then he got up, dressed himself and went out leaving Toni fucked like she was never before.



Toni Enjoys Herself Sunday Morning



Sunday morning and I was laying in bed reading, curled up in layers of comforters, lots of pillows supported my upper body as I sipped a second cup of coffee. Sunlight filtered through the window, not too bright but warm enough to read by. It was one of those comfortable Sunday mornings we get to experience every now and then.

As I finished the 8th chapter, I set the book on my lap and closed my eyes to give them a rest and reflect on what I was reading. The book was a Starhawk novel and unlike anything I had read before. 

I was surprised by what came to me as I closed my eyes. I had hoped for a blank slate, to focus on a blank sheet of white paper to clear my mind and ready myself for an afternoon of writing. What I got was an immediate vision of my lover, Toni, as if I was hovering over her as she lay in her bed an hour away on the other side of our city.

The silk sheets she had brought from Bali were pulled back, Toni was nude as she sleeps that way, and I could sense her waking from a restful sleep. I could see passion on her face with a mixture of contentment.

The image in my mind was so clear, like watching TV or being there in person but my perspective was as if I was sitting on the edge of her ceiling fan. Toni's beautiful body was laid out on the sumptuous sheets made of fine silk that were a deep rich purple and accentuated her curves, her long red hair and the soft, smooth, flawless white skin of her body.

It was then I noticed her fingers on her nipples... pulling them, urging them to stiffness. She was insistent in the way she rolled them between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing then plucking each of them before squeezing the entire breasts in her palms, feeling the weight and fullness of them. A smile played at her soft pink lips. I imagine her thinking of the last time we made love and how I cupped them in just the same way. I could almost feel my lips on her nipples but not quite. I was the observer and thus, kept somehow from being able to feel her under me, on me and within my grasp. Perhaps that was part of this experience of transcending space and time to watch my lover pleasure herself and not allowing me to touch but only able to observe and take notes for the next time we meet.

Toni played with her nipples further, alternating between tugging on them lightly and squeezing them roughly. She was enjoying the two sensations. I looked down her body to see her pubic mound swelling with blood, turning pink as her body became more aroused. The whiteness of her skin and hair free allowed me to see the transformation of her body as it climbed towards her goal of release.

Toni's eyes were closed, as they are when we fuck. She was concentrating on what she was doing to herself and the reaction of her body and also fantasizing about something, about us perhaps? I watched as she allowed one hand to slide over her stomach, gliding its way towards the intersection of her thighs. Her knees slowly parting the further down her hand went. 

I watched as her hand cupped her mound, pressing her palm and fingers against herself as I have so many times. Was she thinking about my rough and larger hand there? Even though I was watching, was she feeling my hand or her hand?

I had never fantasized about watching her masturbate and had never asked her to do that for me and that is what I would dwell on later as I tried to make sense of what had happened. I truly felt like I was there in her bedroom in body and spirit but unable to speak or touch. I was annoyed at this of course as I was horny then, and wanted nothing more than to float down on top of her and allow my cock to enter her warmth.

Toni; while pressing her hand against her mound made slow circles with it. I sensed she was enjoying the friction of moving her lips around, teasing the opening of her cunt and the clitoral hood creating tension over her clit. The hidden jewel that I knew she would want to rub, to tease and would lead her to release. I could see her breathing had changed, deepened.

She let one finger slid into her self. I could almost hear the wetness there as her finger easily made its way fully in. The first inch of her womanhood is very sensitive and I could see her mouth open, her breath catch as that finger found those sensitive places. In no hurry; she moved that finger in and out of herself slowly, enjoying the feeling of it pressing there and no doubt, it was following along with the fantasy playing out in her minds eye.

My cock was hard and I could not help rubbing it gently as I watched my lover pleasure herself. This was a scene I had never witnessed in person, but now it seemed there was a connection, a real sense of being there and enjoying the sights and sounds of Toni's self pleasure.

Her left hand now joined her right, holding open the beautiful lips of her vagina and clitoral hood to expose her clit, the hard little pearl that the index finger of her right hand could flick and rub and push on as she made circles around it. I looked up to see her eyes squeezed further closed, her concentration on the contact and the sensations that were building momentum within her to bring release. Morning orgasms are usually elusive to my lover, but this morning, with me watching, it seemed like she would get there. I wonder if she can sense my presence?

We have made love enough for me to know when she is getting close to the top of the mountain, when her body is closing in on orgasm and when she is at a place that is purely pleasure and all else falls away. It was at this moment she stopped what she was doing to her clit and she found the purple vibrator dildo from the folds of her sheets. Toni did not need to wet it or lube it; there was more than enough of her wetness there to ease the entry of this toy into herself. She easily slid its full length into herself, her back arched as it hit her g-spot... I sensed she gasped then as she does when my cock hits that same spot. 

The vibration was turned on to maximum. The sensations would permeate her entire body; the toy large enough to feel like it was filling her completely. This particular toy was one I had given to her month's prior and although I did not know if she used while alone, we had used it together.

Toni held the toy in that position, no doubt it was bumping against her g-spot as her body writhed back and forth with the luscious climb towards release and the efforts of the fingers of her left hand rubbing against her clit. I looked at her face and saw the same passion and concentration I had seen in the past as we made love, as I brought her to the same place, to orgasm.

It did not take her long to achieve her goal. I watched her body tense, knees get closer together, muscles clench, nipples grow harder as the first waves of pleasure washed over her body. I saw her clench her stomach muscles and push the toy just a little further into her, the fingers on her clit could not move but simply pushed against the hardness of the small bit of flesh. These actions kept the waves of pleasure rolling over her; the tingling of pleasure and orgasm ran up and down her spine. I could almost see from my vantage point between reality and the spiritual plane I traveled within, the essence of pleasure washing over her and the fireworks in her mind being set off. I looked up her body to her sensuous full lips that were apart, as her breath was deep and ragged between moans of pleasure.

I wanted to watch as she came down from her high, from her pleasure but the image was immediately gone like someone had turned off the TV. There was the blank page that I had hoped for earlier, that white sheet to clear my mind. I fought desperately within myself to rejoin her but it did not work. I wanted to be there and watch as she regained control of herself.

I had somehow placed myself there, in her bedroom for a short time and wanted to be there again. It was a very powerful moment in time when I could transcend time and space to be somewhere that I truly wanted to be at a very specific moment. I would meditate later that night to try and discover how I was able to accomplish this feat but unfortunately did not receive an answer.

Perhaps next Sunday I will try again! 



Toni Goes Hunting



Author's note: I was recently contacted by a reader named Toni, who asked if I would be interested in writing the true story of her life as a hotwife. I found her story intriguing enough to inspire me.

*****

Toni stood in front of her full-length bedroom mirror wearing nothing but a dirty grin. The next day was her forty-fifth birthday, and she and her husband, Pat, were planning to celebrate that night with a nice dinner and some drinks afterward. Pat had insisted that she open her present early. It was folded neatly on the bed beside her.

She picked up the tiny denim skirt. There was no way it would cover her, she thought. She held it up against her hips and looked into the mirror. Perhaps she could pull it off after all. She had to admit, she looked damn good for a woman her age. Hell, she looked better at forty-five than she did at thirty-five. All that time in the gym, and watching what she ate, had paid off.

She gingerly stepped into the skirt, taking care not to smudge the lotion on her freshly-shaved legs onto the fabric. She fastened the skirt with plenty of room to spare. Maybe Pat knew her better than she knew herself. She examined herself in the mirror, turning from side to side. The skirt was very short, but it left enough to the imagination.

Next, she picked up the light yellow blouse that he had bought for her. It was lacy and sleeveless, and revealed a hint of her midriff over the top of her skirt. She didn't mind. Years ago, she would have protested about wearing something so revealing in public, but she had grown used to it.

For twenty-five years, Toni and Pat had enjoyed a loving and faithful marriage. They raised two children together, and endured all of the trials and tribulations that comes with parenthood. Toni immersed herself into motherhood, and took great pride in being a good, selfless, respectable, devoted wife and mother. It wasn't until the children moved out of the house that she began to notice the way that men would look at her whenever she left the house.

She enjoyed seeing that look of ravenous hunger in men's eyes. All she needed to do was say the word, and they would take her immediately and use her in ways she could only imagine. There was an undeniable feeling of power that came with that knowledge, and she dreaded the day when men would no longer look at her with such desire. When Pat began encouraging her to dress provocatively, and deliberately entice strange men to ogle her, Toni came to the realization that she was an exhibitionist at heart.

She couldn't quite understand why her husband wanted his wife to display herself in front of other men, but eventually she realized that it was simply a matter of male ego. Pat enjoyed having other men leer at his wife because he knew, in the end, that she was his. In a way, she had become his "trophy wife", which was an ego boost in itself.

She placed her four-inch stilettos on her feet and swiveled in front of the mirror. She may be forty-five, she thought, but she could compete with any twenty-five-year-old out there. There was no doubt about it.

As she descended the stairs, she saw Pat waiting at the bottom. He inhaled sharply, and his eyes surveyed her from head to toe, causing her to smile and blush.

"Damn," he said. "I must be the luckiest man alive."

"And don't you forget it," she teased. He kissed her with intensity until she had to push him away. "If we don't leave now, we'll never get there."

They drove out to Watkins Glen, New York. After checking into their hotel, they hurried off to a steakhouse, where they enjoyed a delicious dinner. Despite being married for so long, Pat couldn't keep his eyes off his bride. In his eyes, she had never been more beautiful than she was on that night.

After dinner, they walked hand-in-hand to the bar next door. They found a seat along the window at the front of the bar. Toni felt a little uneasy sitting at such a high bar stool in front of a window, but she soon relaxed after another glass of wine.

She was in the middle of chatting with her husband when she noticed that he was trying not to laugh. His eyes kept darting toward the window.

"What?" she said, glancing from Pat to the window.

"Oh, nothing," he said, snickering.

"No, seriously!" she scolded. "What are you smiling about?"

He leaned in over the table, and she followed his lead. "I've counted at least half a dozen guys," he whispered, "who have come to the window to look at the menu."

She slowly looked to her left, and saw a menu posted to the window.

"So?" she said.

"So...I don't think they're looking at the menu."

She gave him a perplexed look. Then, suddenly, it dawned on her. Months ago, when Pat first began requesting her to dress more provocatively in public, he asked that she not wear any panties. She protested at first, but eventually relented. Since then, it had become part of her daily routine to go "commando."

"You don't think..." she said. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted.

"I don't know," he said. "I'm just saying, if I were walking by, I sure would stop to take a look."

She fidgeted nervously on her chair, and tugged her skirt a little lower.

"Go take a look," she said.

He smiled, hopped off his chair, and exited the bar. He walked around to the front of the bar, stood directly in front of Toni, and smiled. When he returned to his seat, he was all smiles.

"Well?" she asked.

"It's a helluva view," he said. "I would definitely take a look if I were out there."

Toni blushed, and hid her face in her hands.

"Oh, stop it," he said. "You know you love it! Just embrace the fact that you're a fucking hottie and let these poor bastards get a treat!"

She paused for a moment and looked at him, bewildered. Fine. If he wanted to play this game, she was up for the challenge. She turned toward the window and uncrossed her legs. Anyone standing outside would now be able to get a full view under her skirt.

Pat looked at her in amazement. Was she really going to stay in that position if someone came to the window? She flashed him a look of insolence, took a big gulp of wine, and smiled wickedly.

A man stepped to the window. Pat looked at his wife, wide-eyed, but didn't say a word. He simply waited to see what she would do. To his amazement, she remained frozen, knees apart, fully exposed, in front of the window. Pat eyed the man on the other side of the window. The expression on his face told him everything he needed to know.

The man scurried off, and Pat looked at Toni. She gave him a naughty grin, and turned toward him, crossing her legs at last.

"I can't believe you did that!" he said, smiling widely.

Toni took another sip of her wine. "What can I say?" she said. "If you've got it, flaunt it!"

When they returned to their hotel room, Pat attacked her like a voracious animal. He practically tore off her top, yanked down her skirt, and threw her onto the bed. He held her hands over her head with one hand while lowering his pants with the other. He managed to drop his pants only halfway, but it was good enough. He plunged his hard cock into her warm and wet pussy, and she inhaled deeply with her lips pressed against his.

She spread her legs as wide as they would stretch, and scratched her fingernails along his back as he rammed himself into her with great force, shaking the bed with each thrust. Within moments, she felt a powerful orgasmic wave begin to crest, just as Pat elicited a loud and sustained groan. She held him tightly in her grasp as a massive orgasm shook her entire body, and her pussy filled with his hot cum.

She held him there for a moment, enjoying the warm and tingling aftershocks. Pat rolled off of her, still fully dressed.

"Wow," was all she could manage to say between heaving breaths.

***

In the months that followed, Toni and Pat would often go out to bars and restaurants with Toni dressed provocatively. She grew a little bolder each time, allowing men to look at her a little longer, and crossing and uncrossing her legs a little slower. It provided such a rush of adrenaline for both of them, and they would hurry home and attack each other as soon as they returned home.

When the next door neighbors threw their annual Fourth of July party, Pat encouraged Toni to dress in her sluttiest attire. She hesitated for only a moment, worried about dressing that way in front of people she knew, but eventually she relented. When they walked through the door of the neighbor's house, Toni couldn't help but smile in reaction to the stunned expressions on the husbands' faces as well as the piercing looks she received from their wives.

The beer and wine flowed freely throughout the afternoon and into the late evening. As it seems to happen at most household gatherings, the majority of guests congregated in the kitchen. Toni stood in the center of the kitchen surrounded by a mob of people, and she could see Pat chatting with a few of the husbands through the window. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her ass.

She stood, frozen on the spot, unsure of how to react. She thought that perhaps the contact was accidental, but then she felt a squeeze before it was removed. It was definitely intentional, she thought. She wanted to turn around and see who did it, but she didn't want to make a scene, so she pretended it didn't happen.

Later that night, she confessed to Pat what had happened. She expected him to be angry with whoever had done it, but instead, he found it so arousing that he flipped her over onto all fours and mounted her from behind. As he drove his hard cock into her, he held her ass tightly in his hands, in the same way the stranger had grabbed her. This sent her over the edge, and they both ended up collapsing on top of each other, exhausted and completely drained.

"So, you don't mind that another man touched me like that?" she asked after a moment of silent reflection.

"I guess I should want to punch the guy's lights out," Pat said, "but I feel...I don't know...proud. I'm glad that other men see what I see, and I'm proud that they want you as much as I do."

She snuggled up next to him and placed her head on his chest. "I'm glad you're not mad," she said. "I guess it is flattering. It's nice to be appreciated."

"I appreciate you every day," he answered.

"Yes, I know. But you're supposed to appreciate me. You're my husband. It's different when another man feels the same way."

"And how would you feel if some strange woman grabbed my ass?" he asked with a smile.

She paused for a moment. "I think I'd feel proud, too. I can't say I'd blame her."

"I guess we're both a couple of weirdos, then," he said with a laugh.

"Not weirdos," she corrected. "We're just very comfortable with each other. I know you're not going to fall in love with some strange woman and leave me just because she grabbed your ass. So what's the harm in it?"

"I feel the same way," he said, stroking her hair. "I trust you completely, and know that whatever happens, it doesn't change how we feel about each other. So none of that stuff bothers me."

***

Over the next several months, they spoke often about what had happened at the party, and how they felt about flirting with other people. As time passed, Toni admitted that she was intrigued to know who it was that had grabbed her at the party. She found that it was arousing, and she couldn't help but wonder what would have happened next if she had turned around and faced her admirer.

An opportunity to discover the identity of the "Mystery Groper" presented itself when the same group of people gathered for a thirtieth birthday party in October. As was now her regular habit, Toni dressed seductively in a short blue skirt and heels. All heads turned when she walked through the door, and Pat's chest swelled with pride.

About two hours into the party, Toni went to the garage, where the beer keg was stored. As she filled her red Solo cup, she realized that her neighbor Tim had joined her. Tim and his wife Sarah had been good friends for many years.

"Save some for the rest of us," Tim joked.

"Oh, please," she said. "I'm a lightweight compared to you. I've seen how you chug them down."

"Guilty as charged," he responded.

She stood and sipped her beer as he filled his cup. He took a big swig and smiled at her. His gaze slowly drifted down the length of her body and back up to her eyes.

"I have to say, you look amazing tonight," he remarked.

Toni's cheeks reddened. "Well, thanks."

"I mean it," he said. "You look better and better every year. I don't know what you're doing, but keep doing it."

"That's really sweet of you to say," she said with a smile. She touched his arm lightly.

"And I'm probably out of line for saying this," he said, pausing to take another gulp of beer, "but you have the best ass I have ever seen."

She stared at him, frozen on the spot, speechless.

"I have a confession to make," he said, placing one of his hands on her waist. "At the last party, in the kitchen, that was my hand on your ass. I apologize for that."

She felt a jolt of electricity surge through her body, and her naughty parts began to tingle. "No need to apologize," she said, taking another sip. "Actually, I kind of liked it."

"Oh, really?" he said. He stepped closer to her and moved his hand around to her backside. He gave it a squeeze. "Like that?"

"Mmm-hmm," she purred. "It's...even nicer under the skirt."

He smiled widely, and walked his fingers down to the bottom of her skirt. He lifted it slowly and placed his hand on her bare ass, caressing it gently. "That is nice," he remarked. "You're right. It's even better."

Just as she began to wonder how far this would go, they heard the sound of someone walking down the hallway toward the garage. Tim quickly withdrew his hand, and Toni scurried out the door, brushing past a neighbor walking into the garage. She found Pat talking to a group of neighbors at the far end of the kitchen. He looked at her and instantly recognized her flushed expression. Excusing himself, he ushered her down the hallway and into one of the empty bedrooms.

"What's up?" he asked.

She took his hand and guided it under her skirt to her soaking-wet pussy. No words were necessary.

They left the party early, and enjoyed a feverish session of raw, uninhibited sex. Toni recounted what had happened with Tim, and was once again surprised to discover that her husband was more than okay with it. Rather than feel guilty about what happened, she felt reinvigorated.

***

Toni continued her exhibitionist ways, to the delight of her husband, for many weeks to follow. Oftentimes, Pat would choose the outfit she wore. They would select a bar that was far enough away to avoid encountering anyone they knew. Toni would then position herself in such a way as to allow the men in the bar to get a good, long look at her.

On one such occasion, she was acting particularly audacious, parting her thighs more often than usual, when her face suddenly went pale, and she quickly brought her knees together.

"What's wrong?" Pat asked. Toni simply motioned toward the door, where Pat recognized that their neighbor, Bob, had just entered the bar. He looked right at them and waved, and Pat waved him over toward them. Bob took a seat at the barstool next to Toni, and greeted them warmly before ordering a beer.

"So what brings you here?" Bob asked.

"Nothing special," Toni responded. "Just having a few drinks to wind down after a long week."

He took a swig of beer, and gave her a once-over glance from head to toe. "You sure look like you're up to something special," he remarked.

"Umm...thanks," she stammered.

His eyes wandered south once again. "Nice shoes," he said.

"Aww, thanks," she repeated.

She could feel his eyes travel from her feet, and up along her smooth, toned legs. She wasn't sure why she did it. Maybe it was the wine. But she surprised even her husband when she parted her legs slightly just as his gaze arrived at her skirt. Bob's eyes widened, and he looked up at her.

"I love your choice of attire," he said with a smile.

"You're so sweet," she said, returning his smile, and patting his hand.

For the remainder of the evening, she made a concerted effort to face him directly and allow her legs to part at the most convenient times. After downing a few beers, Bob became a little bolder himself, and touched her on the knee as they chatted. He left it there for a moment, and then rubbed his hand along her thigh. All the while, Pat simply watched and pretended not to notice.

"Hey, Bob," Pat suddenly said. "I have a question."

Toni looked at him curiously.

"Shoot," Bob said, his hand remaining on Toni's knee.

"Well, you need to settle an argument we've been having."

"What are you talking about?" Toni asked, perplexed.

Pat took another gulp from his glass and looked past his wife. "Should she keep her pussy as is, or should she shave it?"

Toni gasped, and slapped her husband on the shoulder. Bob nearly spit out his beer, and choked out a laugh.

"Well, I think it looks just fine now," he said, causing Toni to gasp once again, "but shaved would be cool, too."

She was speechless for a moment as the two men laughed. At last, she found her voice. "Well, if you don't like it the way it is..." She crossed her legs and turned toward the bar in mock indignation.

"Oh, don't be like that," Bob protested. "We're just having fun. You've got nothing to be ashamed about, trust me."

Another bridge had been crossed. Displaying herself to complete strangers seemed innocent in comparison to doing so in front of their next door neighbor. Still, she couldn't deny her intense arousal.

***

It took several months for Toni to come to terms with what had happened, both with Tim and Bob. She was scared to death that either of them would tell their other friends what had happened, but Pat assured her they would remain quiet. Although she continued to dress in sexy attire whenever she and Pat would go out, she put her blatant exhibitionism on hold.

Roughly a year passed since the encounter with Bob. She and Pat were having pizza at a local restaurant one evening when they were joined by another set of neighbors, Chris and Ellen. The four of them enjoyed a nice meal and some lively conversation.

Recently, after one too many wines, Toni had confessed to Ellen that she enjoyed displaying herself in public. To Toni's embarrassment, this became a topic of conversation at the table. Pat shared a few of the stories about their nights out on the town, but chose to leave the names out of it. Both Chris and Ellen were fascinated, and seemed delighted to learn that their neighbor possessed such a naughty side to her personality.

After dinner, Chris and Ellen invited the couple back to their place for a nightcap, and Toni and Pat happily accepted. After several rounds of nightcaps, they were all feeling loose and frisky.

"Who's up for a game of strip poker?" Chris suddenly asked. Toni and Pat exchanged nervous glances. "Oh, come on," Chris said, "it's not like you haven't shown your pussy to half the town already!"

All four of them laughed, and eventually agreed to a friendly game. Ellen was the first to lose her top. Toni couldn't help but notice the look on Pat's face when she removed her top, exposing her large, firm breasts. Rather than feel jealous, however, Toni felt happy for her husband to get a good eyeful. She knew that he would be extra horny when they returned home, and she was already tingling with anticipation.

When it was Toni's turn to remove her top, the three spectators all applauded in appreciation. Pat was the first to expose his package, and Toni was delighted to see that he was fully erect. She glanced at Ellen and saw a sparkle in her eye.




Toni Goes Hunting



When Chris dropped his boxers to the floor, Toni couldn't help but stare at his half-hardened cock. It appeared to be about the same size as her husband's. She shifted in her seat to give her glistening pussy a little air.

"Well, now what?" Pat asked. All four of them were completely naked and seated around the table.

"I don't know," Chris exclaimed. "I don't think I've ever played a game of strip poker to the end! Usually, someone chickens out!"

They all laughed once more, and sipped their drinks nervously.

"I know," Ellen said. "I'll be right back."

She rose from the table and left the room, causing an awkward silence. She returned with a small package, which she emptied on the table.

"This is a sexy dice game that someone bought for us one year," she explained. "We only played it once."

Toni picked up one die, and saw that different verbs were listed on each side: "kiss", "caress", "suck", "bite", "lick", and "squeeze". On the other die were body parts: "neck", "nipples", "lips", "butt", "arm", and "penis/vagina".

Toni looked at her husband apprehensively, and he smiled in return, and shrugged his shoulders. Ellen took out a pen and paper.

"I'll put the guys' names in one hat, and the girls' in another," she explained.

Chris looked around the table. "Are you guys okay with this?" he asked. "We don't have to do this if you're not up to it."

Before Toni could answer, Pat responded. "I think it would be fun."

"Yeah," Toni said. "It's fine with me."

Ellen shuffled the papers with a look of mischief playing across her face. "Okay, here we go. I'll start with the ladies first."

"So, wait," Chris interrupted. "Does that mean the ladies have to do something to the guys, or vice-versa?"

"Ladies first means ladies get felt up first!" she answered with mock indignation.

"Silly question," Chris shrugged.

"Okay, so we have Pat for the guys, and...ooh! I will be representing the girls. Go ahead and roll the dice, Pat."

Pat made a dramatic production out of shaking the dice, and emptied them on the table as the others leaned over in anticipation.

"Caress...butt!" Ellen squealed. "Oh, goodie!"

She rose from her chair and bent over, touching her toes. Pat approached her from behind, and warmed his hands for dramatic effect.

"He's just trying to prolong this as long as possible," Toni explained.

"Well, of course!" he said. "Who wouldn't? Just look at that ass!"

He ran his hands along Ellen's round cheeks, and she playfully cooed in response, evoking giggles from the two spectators seated at the table. After a while, Chris called time, and Pat and Ellen returned to their chairs.

"That was fun!" Ellen chirped.

"Hell yeah!" Pat remarked.

"Okay, back to the hats we go," Ellen said, placing all four names back into the hats. Chris reached in and selected the next two names: Pat and Toni.

"Well, that's boring!" Chris said.

"Not to me, it isn't!" Pat answered to more laughter.

Toni rolled the dice, and it landed on "bite" and "arm", causing the room to erupt in laughter once more.

"Bite arm? Fucking seriously?" Pat objected. "That's what I get? Why is 'arm' even in this game?"

"Just shut up and get your arm over here," Toni scolded playfully.

Dejected, Pat rose to his feet and scuffled toward Pat. She wasted no time and took a big nibble out of his bicep.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, causing Chris and Ellen to double over in laughter. Pat returned to his seat, rubbing his arm. "This isn't as much fun as I thought it would be," he said.

The next two names drawn were once again Pat and Ellen. Pat protested that Ellen already had a turn, but when it landed on "suck" and "nipples", he perked up and happily agreed to the terms of the game. Ellen sauntered around the table and sat on Pat's lap. He eagerly buried his face in her chest, feeding himself one nipple, and then the other, alternating back and forth until Chris called time once again. Toni couldn't help but notice that when Ellen rose from her husband's lap, he was sporting a major hard-on.

"Okay, it's the guys' turn," Chris said. "Come on, Chris and Toni! Come on, Chris and Toni!"

The four erupted once again when the two names drawn were Chris and Toni. There was an audible gasp when Toni rolled the dice, and it landed on "suck" and "penis". The four of them looked at each other.

"We can stop the game here if you want," Chris suggested.

"Do you really want to stop?" Toni asked him, smiling seductively.

Chris looked at Pat. "Dude, are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Chris," Pat said, taking another sip of his drink, "you don't want to deny yourself this opportunity, my friend. Trust me."

Chris looked at his wife, and then at Toni. "Okay, then," he said, swallowing hard. His cock expanded rapidly as Toni approached him. He remained seated, and she knelt on the floor in front of him and pried his knees apart. She looked at her husband, giving him one last opportunity to stop her, but he simply smiled. She recognized the look of lust in his eyes.

She reached into Chris' lap and grasped his cock, giving it a few slow strokes. He moaned with pleasure. She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and for the first time since she met her husband, put another man's dick in her mouth.

Chris groaned, and ran his fingers through her hair as she swirled her tongue around his shaft and took him deeper and deeper inside her mouth with each succeeding bob of her head. She could feel his cock pulsating in her mouth, and it already seemed as though he was on the verge of exploding.

She maintained a rhythmic pace, sliding her soft lips up and down his pole while pressing her tongue hard against the underside of his shaft. He grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her mouth over his length at a quicker pace. Just when she thought he was ready to burst, he pushed her head away and directed her to sit back in her chair.

For a moment, she thought the round was over, and they would roll the dice once more. Instead, Chris crawled across the floor, spread her legs wide, and ran his tongue over her swollen clit. She inhaled sharply, and clasped his head with both hands.

"Hey, I don't remember this dice roll!" Ellen teased.

Chris stopped for a moment, and looked at his wife. "Fuck the dice game," he said with a smile, and went back to work.

Toni closed her eyes and leaned her head back, breathing deeply as Chris continued to lick and suck between her legs. She heard a sound to her right, and opened her eyes to look over at her husband. Ellen was once again straddling him while he was seated at his chair. Only this time, she was hopping up and down on his lap. Oh my god, she thought, my husband is fucking another woman!

The reaction this caused surprised her, as she was instantly launched into the throes of a powerful orgasm. Chris pressed his tongue hard against her clit and swirled it around in circles, and then rapidly back and forth.

"Oh, fuck!" she shouted. "Don't stop! I'm cumming!"

Chris continued to flick his tongue over her clit until she became too sensitive, and pushed him away. He returned to his seat, his hard-on still pointing toward the ceiling. Toni gathered her composure and glanced toward her husband, who appeared to be in ecstasy as Ellen continued to ride on top of him. The sound of slick, wet, flesh slapping together filled the living room.

Toni slithered down her chair to the floor and crawled over to Chris, feeding his cock back into her mouth. She bobbed her head quickly over his shaft, taking him as deep into her throat as she could manage, and then back again. Over and over again. He held the back of her head, and his muscles tensed.

Ellen moaned loudly, and Pat followed quickly thereafter with a loud grunt, and the sound of slapping flesh quieted. Toni could feel Chris' cock swell in her mouth. A flood of hot semen spurted into her throat, nearly choking her. This was followed by another spurt, and then another. Her mouth filling with cum, she swallowed it little by little while keeping her lips firmly wrapped around his shaft.

Chris' grip on the back of her head slowly loosened, and his muscles relaxed. Toni released him from her mouth and sat down on the floor. There was silence as both couples began to absorb what had just happened.

"Well," Toni finally said, breaking the ice, "that sure was a fun game!"

***

When Toni and Pat returned home, their traditional lovemaking session was even more passionate than ever before. They discovered that there was something about sharing their loved one that strengthened and reaffirmed their bond with each other. They had sex outside their marriage, and their bond wasn't broken. No harm was done. Oddly, it seemed their relationship had grown stronger than ever because of it.

They passed out in each other's arms, and when Toni awoke the next morning, she initially felt disoriented. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that what they experienced the night before actually happened. It all seemed like an amazing and erotic dream.

"You okay?" Pat asked. He looked at his wife with a concerned expression, and she imagined she must have been wearing the same expression herself.

"Yeah," she responded. "I'm fine."

"Kind of a crazy night," he remarked, lightly stroking her bare back with his fingertips.

"Kind of?" she laughed. "I'd say it was more like the craziest night ever."

"But you're okay with what happened, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"It's just that we never talked about me fucking anyone else. It just sort of happened. I didn't know what to do, and—"

"Honey," she interrupted. "It's fine. Really. I'm confident that you're not going to leave me for Ellen."

Pat laughed. "Yeah, that's true. I like her as a neighbor, but there's no way I could live with her."

"It was just sex," Toni said. "We all had some casual fun. Let's not make it anything more than it was."

Pat hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Do you think you would ever want to do it again?"

She turned to look at him. "I...I don't know. I didn't expect to do it last night. Like you said, it just kind of happened. That door has been opened, and we can't go back and close it. But would I want to do it again? I don't know."

Silence fell between them for several minutes as they continued to lightly stroke each other. Toni broke the silence.

"Would you want me to do it again?" she asked.

"Honey, I can't even describe how exciting it was for me to see you do that last night. I can't explain why, but it was pretty much the hottest thing I've ever seen. I'd love to see it again, but only if you're fully on board with it."

"Well..." she said with a grin, "I have to admit, it was fun. I felt so...slutty."

"Mmm...I like that slutty side of you," he teased.

"I'll think about it," she said, reaching her hand beneath the sheets. "In the meantime, I'm happy just having your hard cock in my mouth." She kissed her way down his chest and engulfed his stiff rod, humming contently.

***

Several weeks passed, and Pat continued to campaign for his wife to allow the slutty side of her personality to shine through. Toni enjoyed displaying herself to men, and the attention she received made her feel young and desirable. It seemed almost cruel of her to tease these men so mercilessly without giving them an occasional reward.

She always enjoyed sucking Pat's cock. She felt so powerful having so much control over his pleasure. Sucking Chris' dick was an entirely new thrill, however. Not only did she feel powerful, but she felt incredibly naughty as well. The taboo nature of the act aroused her to a degree she never imagined, and simply thinking of doing it again made her uncomfortably horny.

Every weekend, she would dress in her sluttiest attire, and she and Pat would visit a bar or restaurant. Pat liked to call it "hunting", as he knew it drove her wild to think of herself as a hunter in search of prey. She flirted with several men during these outings, but it didn't progress any further than that. They would then return home, hot and horny, and ravage each other for several days thereafter.

During sex, Pat liked to talk dirty about Toni's next conquest, and describe in detail all the tawdry acts she would perform. He especially wanted to see another man fuck her, but Toni had reservations about crossing that line. She would clearly get aroused by the idea of fucking another man while she and her husband had sex, but once it was over, she would tell him that she wasn't ready to take that step.

On a typical Friday evening, Pat arrived home from work to find Toni standing in the middle of their living room, completely nude.

"Mmm," he said with an enormous smile. "What's this all about?"

"I need you to dress me," she said. "Any way you want. It's time to go hunting."

He pressed his lips against hers and caressed her body. "You think you'll catch one tonight?" he asked.

"Oh, I plan on it," she responded. "Let's go find someone to fuck."

Pat's expression brightened like a child on Christmas Day. He kissed her passionately. "Oh, my god," he said. "You're really willing to do that?" Toni nodded, grinning provocatively. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said, "I'm sure."

"I am the happiest man on the planet right now," he beamed. "Seriously. Are you really sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, I'm sure," she repeated. "Now shut up and dress me!"

He practically sprinted to the bedroom and rummaged through their closet, producing five-inch black stilettos and a light summer dress that was so short it barely covered her ass.

"So, where do you want to go?" he asked as she finished dressing.

"Where do you think the hunting will be best?" she asked.

"Hmm...I think I have a good place in mind. But first, we need to make a few stops."

As he drove, he refused to tell Toni where they were heading. To her surprise, he stopped in front of a convenience store. She gave him a puzzled look.

"Go inside and buy a bottle of water," he said, smirking. He then watched as she entered the store. There was a young man working behind the counter, and Pat smiled as the young man's eyes followed his wife all the way to the back of the store. The young man smiled widely as she paid for her purchase, and he remained fixed on her as she exited.

"Okay," she said, once she had returned to the car. "Now what?"

"Did he say anything to you?" Pat asked.

"Yeah...'nice dress.'"

Pat chuckled and backed out of the parking spot. Next, he stopped at a fire station.

"Go ask for directions to The Frog," he said. Toni simply smiled and did as she was told. He watched as a group of firemen gathered around his wife, all smiling widely and stealing looks at her body whenever she wasn't looking. When she returned to the car, she simply looked at her husband with an anxious expression.

"Okay," she said, "now I'm hungry and horny as hell. Can we go to the bar now?"

"Absolutely!" he responded. "Mission accomplished!"

They sat at the bar and ordered some food and drinks. It was a fairly light crowd for a Friday night, but it was still early in the evening. By the time they ordered their second round, the bar began to fill, and a man asked to take the seat next to Toni. She let him know the seat was his for the taking, and introduced herself and Pat. He smiled in return, and said his name was Bruce.

As the evening progressed, Toni and Pat chatted, laughed and drank with their new friend. They learned that he was recently divorced, and was staying at a hotel nearby on his way out of town. He was friendly and polite, and Toni seemed to enjoy his company. She flirted with him, touching his arm or shoulder on occasion, and allowing her smooth and shapely legs to cross and uncross slowly in front of him, allowing him to get a peek at her freshly-shaved pussy.

When Pat excused himself to use the men's room, Bruce took the opportunity to place his hand on her knee as they continued their conversation. When she didn't protest, he began to gently stroke her thigh.

"You know, you're the hottest woman in this bar," he told her.

"Thank you," she said. "You're not so bad yourself."

"If your husband weren't here, I'd ask you back to my room," he said with a dirty grin.

"Oh, there's no need to worry about Pat," she informed him. "He's cool with anything you have in mind."

Bruce laughed. "Get out of here!" he shouted. "I really doubt that, young lady."

His hand quickly abandoned her knee when Pat returned to the bar.

"Honey," Toni said, maintaining eye contact with Bruce, "you wouldn't mind if Bruce takes me back to his hotel room, would you?" The expression on Bruce's face caused her to giggle.

"Hell no," Pat responded. "As long as I get to watch."

Bruce glanced from Toni to Pat, and then back again. "You're serious?" he asked.

Toni reached over and took his hand. She looked around the bar to ensure that no one was looking, and then guided his hand underneath her dress until it brushed against her bare, moist pussy.

"Yep," she responded.

He smiled broadly and pivoted toward the bar in search of the bartender. "Check, please!" he shouted.

***

When they arrived at his room, the three of them stood in the center of the room, a bit awkwardly.

"So, what's the first step?" Bruce asked.

"That's up to you," Pat responded. "I'm just here to watch." He sat on a chair in the corner of the room.

Toni took the lead and lifted her dress over her head. Since she was wearing neither a bra nor panties, she was now completely naked in front of this stranger, with the exception of her heels. She flashed him a sexy smile, and he began to undress.

She watched as he removed his boxer shorts, revealing a half-erect cock that was about average in size. He was built like most other middle-aged men: a little heavy in the midsection, but otherwise fit. He took her in his arms and kissed her, and she could feel his cock swell as it pressed against her belly.

His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, and then gradually to her breasts. Although her tits were rather small in size, they were still perky. She had delightfully sensitive nipples, and Bruce did an excellent job of licking and sucking them in a way that pushed her arousal over the edge.

She gently pushed him away and led him toward the bed. He lay on his back, and she crawled between his legs and took his cock in her mouth, sucking him with such enthusiasm that she felt him reach the precipice of orgasm in no time at all. Although she wanted to experience the dirty sensation of having another man's cum fill her mouth once more, she had other plans for this one. She forced herself to stop, and slowly stroked him while licking his balls.

Bruce moaned loudly, and Toni glanced toward her husband. He was still seated in his chair. His cock was freed from its confines, and he was stroking it while watching the action. He smiled at his wife, and she gave him a wink and resumed licking and sucking her new friend.

Bruce suddenly pushed her away, and they switched positions. To her delighted surprise, he had a talented tongue, and he brought her to two bed-rattling orgasms. After the second, he slid up the bed and positioned himself on top of her. This was really going to happen, she thought. Another man is really going to fuck me, right here in front of my husband.

At the moment of penetration, Toni turned to her husband and mouthed the words "I love you." She then gasped as Bruce filled her completely, pressing his pubic hair hard against her naked clit. He wasn't a slow and steady kind of lover. He pounded her hard and fast, and within minutes he emitted a loud groan and shook as he unleashing a torrent of cum into her.

He collapsed beside her, wheezing.

"Sorry," he said. "I came a little too quick, I think. It's just been a long time."




Toni Goes Hunting



"No need to apologize," she responded, sweetly. "I had a good time."

***

That experience sustained both Toni and Pat for months thereafter. They often recounted what had happened, moment by moment, and would become so heated simply reliving that memory that they would hungrily devour each other.

Their marriage had definitely changed - in a good way. They shared their thoughts, feelings and fantasies more easily, their sex life improved by leaps and bounds, and they became better friends. By allowing Toni the freedom to explore her naughty side, she grew more confident and outgoing. And it filled Pat with pride, knowing that he had such a sexy and desirable wife.

***

EPILOGUE

"So, how many cocks would you say you've sucked since that first time with Chris?"

Toni looked at Pat, and then returned to face the man seated at the opposite end of their kitchen table.

"I'd say about...twenty," she answered, blushing a little.

"Only twenty?" Pat protested. "Oh, honey, I'm thinking it's more than that."

She playfully slapped him across the arm. "What can I say?" she said, smiling at the man across the table. "I like sucking cock."

"Nothing wrong with that," Joe responded with a smile. He scribbled some notes on his pad of paper.

"Do you always swallow?" he asked.

"Not always," she answered. "Maybe about half the time. It's not my favorite thing to do, but men love it."

"We sure do," Joe said, jotting down a few more notes. "Where do you give all these blowjobs?"

"All types of places," she said. "In cars, hotels, alleys..."

"Alleys?" Joe said, raising an eyebrow. "Interesting. Any of them stand out as your favorite?"

"My favorite..." she said, and paused to consider it for a moment. "I'd have to say - other than Pat, of course - my favorite was a guy we met on vacation. He was about forty years old, and had a huge cock. That, alone, was fun, but he was also able to last a really long time, so it gave me more time to enjoy what I was doing."

"Excellent," Joe said. He continued writing, and then paused to review his notes. "I think I have everything I need to write your story. There's only one more question I have."

Toni looked at him and patiently waited. He turned to Pat.

"Is she as good at sucking cock as she says she is?"

Pat smiled. "There's only one way to find out."

Toni smiled wickedly and disappeared under the table. Joe sat back, and Pat smiled as he heard the sound of a zipper. It was clear by the expression of exquisite ecstasy on Joe's face what was happening underneath the table. Joe looked at Pat.

"You," Joe announced, pointing at Pat, "are a very, very lucky man."



Toni is Still Playing



Toni and I were just finishing a long session of just pure lust fucking when she turned to me and asked if I had ever spanked a lady? Ok where did this come from I wondered. I told her I had not as I am one of those that like to fuck slowly and try and drive her crazy. 

Then she asked, "Have you ever tied up a lady?" Damn, This is getting good. I listened for a few more minutes about how she wished to be tied up and fucked and spanked and have her clit bitten and her tits.

I asked her to let me think on it for a while . So I slept fitfully through the night and at work I had a boner all day just dreaming up stuff to do to her. The thing I wanted most was to fuck her ass and when I was ready to cum pull out and shove my cock down her throat. So I was devising my plan to hatch that very evening.

Damn wouldn't you know it, my prick of a boss told me I had the privilege of 6 hours OT. Asshole. Well there was nothing to do but accept it and call home and tell Toni the news. She was disappointed but I was dispatching so I could use the phone to help me with my plan. I waited a hour and called home and asked her, "You really want to be my slave? "

"Yes Master. Whatever you wish I'll do for you." Her reply was right out of medieval times. 

So I said, "OK slave I command you to shave your pussy clean and douche and a enema. You'll change the sheets and put a rubber sheet down under the regular sheets and call me when you're done. YOU HAVE 2 hours to complete your task."

Surprise; in 1 hour 45 minutes she called back. "Master I have completed my tasks you have ordered me to do. How can i please you now master? "

I thought for a second and told her. "Go on the computer and submit to a master in cyber space. You'll tell him that I'm loaning you for 2 hours till I get home and then I'll make sure you complete what your cyber master wants to have done to you." (I think I understood what you were trying to say here but it was not absolutely clear, If I have interpreted your idea correctly I think you will find my rewrite is easier). I called in 2 hours and she was having phone sex - call waiting is a good thing! She was in the middle of a powerful orgasm as I was ordering her to cum all over herself. (the chronology is wrong. I think you are intending to say that she is having an orgasm BECAUSE you have ordered her to but your phrasing "she was in the middle of..." suggests she was having an orgasm as a result of the 'phone sex. Whatever is happening here needs to be clarified). After that I was ready to leave work but first I wanted to stop off and get some wine as I had planned to have her dip my cock in it and suck it off. Imagine my surprise when I hit the store that I found Mary, a girl I used to date and someone Toni knew well from her lady loving urges. Mary asked me where Toni was and I told her Toni was my slave for the evening and I was going to tie her up and have some fun. A huge grin came across her face.

"Can I come home with you, she'd never expect me there. "

"HHHHMMMM not a bad idea. " I asked Mary "Are you willing to submit to me? " 

Those deep brown eyes of hers just looked up and with a sly grin she said, "Yes master. " She followed me home and I had her wait outside as I went in. "Slave Toni where are you? " She came running into the room and dropped to her knees and begged my forgiveness for not being there when I walked in the door. 

"Not good enough slave. Pull out my cock and suck it till I tell you to stop. "

Now Toni has never been able to deep throat but this time I was very rough with her as I grabbed her head and slammed my cock down her throat. She was gagging but the girl was determined to do as she was ordered. 

"In the bedroom now! On your knees slave and crawl. " While she was doing that I was spanking her ass so it would have a warm glow. When we reached the bedroom I had her lay on the bed, spread eagled. I had some half inch nylon rope I used to tie down stuff for my truck and I had a bunch left over so I went to each corner of the bed. I tied wrists to the bedpost and her feet to the at each corner of the bed. Her pussy was absolutely dripping with anticipation. I told her not to move as I took a pair of scissors and cut her night gown off and told my slave had to remain nude at all times.

One last thing, I blindfolded her so she couldn't see anything. I tied it on to be sure she couldn't see a thing as I called out downstairs. 

"Slave enter and nude and not a word! " Mary entered with a smile as she saw Toni in a very vulnerable state. 

"Master who is this?" Toni asked me.

"None of your business slave" I told her as I took my belt and spanked her clit. Little did I know she came so hard she squirted! (if the Master was spanking her clitoris would he not see the she "squirted" when she had an orgasm? Perhaps you could say 'I never realised before that she squirted when her orgasm was as intense as this one').

Slave Toni kept moaning so I told Mary to sit on her face to shut her up. Toni didn't know who it was and she seemed rather scared but none-the-less she sat right on her face. Toni knew right off it was a hot pussy, something she craves any way, but not that it was Mary who came in her mouth. As Mary crawled off her face Slave Toni said "Thank you Master." 

"Yes Slave, but neither of you are finished yet. Slave, get on top of Slave Toni and get into a 69 - NOW! " As this was going on I took my belt and started spanking Mary. She was so excited she gave Toni a mouthful of piss to drink. I saw what was going on and ordered Toni to drink every drop and enjoy it because of the slut she is. I untied Toni's feet and had her lift her legs so I could warm her ass the way it needed to be.

Mary was sucking her breasts while I was spanking her and Toni I saw was starting to piss herself. So I grabbed Mary's head and forced her down to Toni's pussy to drink the golden fluid also. What's good for one is good for the other. I couldn't take this much longer and I told Mary to lube Toni's ass as she needed a good ass fucking. 

I told Slave Toni, "Relax as your gonna get a ass fucking like you have never had. " Mary was using all her spittle to wet Toni's ass so I decided to fuck Mary for a bit till Toni's ass was ready. I untied her hands and had her get doggie style as I was entering her ass. 

Mary grabbed the dildo and put it in Toni's pussy and started eating her clit .I kept hearing moans and swallowing; I was not sure whether it was Toni's cum or she was pissing. Either way I didn't care because I wanted to give her my best and realize her fantasy. After fucking her ass as hard as I could Toni was screaming for me not to stop. Her orgasms were coming so fast and frequent she passed out for a few moments. 

In two minutes she was at the point where she was begging us to keep going for she was in a place she had never been before. I was feeling the urge to cum but waited until just the right moment.

I shouted, "SLUT turn around." As she did I shoved my cock deep in her throat and put 6 good squirts of cum in her. I fell back and so did the other two. I told Mary to remove the blindfold and Toni was really surprised. They crawled into each other's arms and started kissing, swapping my cum between them. 

When the cum was gone Toni looked up and said "Honey, thank you, It was better than I ever though it could be. And Master, may Mary sleep between us tonight?" 

How could I refuse? 



Toni



"Just so we're clear, do you want sex again?" he asked.

"No, I think I've had enough for now" she responded. He could hear the tears in her voice.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked.

"Do you care?" 

"Well, as a fellow human being, I would feel bad if I knew that I'd hurt you" he said. "As far as feeling guilty about the sex? No." Percy picked up his shirt and pulled it on. He sat on the floor for a moment and slipped on his shoes, then stood and sat back on the bed next to Toni and lay a hand on the nearest breast. "I'm taking off. We'll talk on-line, okay? I really had a great time. You are one sexy lady. Your husband's a lucky guy!"

With that, Percy got up, walked down the stairs and out the door. Toni took a deep breath, got up and went into the bathroom. After waiting for Percy's fluids to drain out for a bit, she put on her panties and robe, and pulled the sheets off the bed. 



Tonight



I blow into town unexpectedly and call from the airport to tell you that I will pick you up from work. I know this makes you nervous because you don't know if my appearance will "out" you or not. I arrive wearing my usual Jones New York pants suit with 'fuck me' Manolo Blahnik shoes. For all the world I am feminine and well groomed. I behave myself in front of your co-workers, but you know you need to get me out of there. Is it fear or sexual tension that you feel? 

We go down to the parking garage where I have parked my rental car. I tell you to walk ahead of me so that I can watch your ass as you walk. I want to see it move just for me. When we get to the car, you stand beside the passenger door waiting for me to unlock it for you. I turn you to face me, lean you back against the car and kiss you long and deep. I lean hard against you. You gasp as you realize that I am wearing a strap on dildo under my suit. "It's all for you, my darling" I whisper in your ear. I know you want me to fuck you with it, and I will, but not until you've begged me for it. You are flushed and breathless as I reach around you, unlock the car and tell you to get ready for a little adventure. I take you to a lesbian bar that I've been told about. I'm told that it's discreet, dark, and romantic. I'm told that there is always good music for slow dancing....all the better to tease you with. At the bar we move to the dance floor where there is great slow music playing. All the better to hold you, caress you, and tease you. I stroke your back. I kiss your neck. I tell you that you are the sexiest little bitch I've met in years. 

We sit down in a quiet, dark corner with our drinks and start to groove on the music. I whisper in your ear that I want you to finger yourself right here. I want to hear you sigh as you cum just for me. The danger of being seen excites you, and although you protest mildly, your hand finds its way up your skirt and into your panties. All the while you play with yourself, I play with your hair, blow in your ear, and nuzzle your neck. As I feel you tensing to cum, my hand finds your tit and pinches your nipple through your shirt. Your head turns so that we can kiss long and deep. I feel you shudder as you cum. 

My sweet darling...does it feel good? When your hand comes out from your panties, I take your fingers and suck on them. I love the taste of your juices. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and in your absence a wild bull dyke from the bar asks me if she can ask my bitch to dance. I tell her to have fun with you. She meets you as you come out of the can. She pulls you to the dance floor. You look to me to save you and I simply smile and urge you on. 

While she holds you tight and grinds into your pussy, I reach down and rub on that spot where my dildo rests in my suit pants. You can see me doing this and your eyes grow large with desire. I lick my fingers and see you moan. You want her to be me, and I want her to get you so hot you can barely breath. Finally, I rise slowly and meander over to take you back from the dyke. She is not happy and I tell her that one night I will let her have you. You sigh with relief and excitement as I take you into my arms. I ask you to tell me what you want. I want to hear you say the words. You beg me to take you home and fuck you. Later on, when we leave the bar, you tell me again that you want me to come home with you and make love to you. I say nothing. As we approach the car, I pull you into the shadows behind the car. I lift you up so that you are sitting on the hood of the car. I undo the zipper of my pants and let the dildo slide out. I spread your legs and move your panties aside. 

I pull you towards me so that your cut is filled up with the dildo. I pull you as tight to me as I can and you wrap your legs around my waist. Our mouths meet in long deep kisses. Our tongues explore our mouths, necks, ears. I whisper in your ear that I want you to come. I want to hear that noise you make when you come just for me. You start to rock against the dildo. I can feel your juices seeping out of you. I feel you tense up and I know that you are about to cum. I nibble on your ear and one hand finds those gorgeous tits. Cum, darling. Ahh, that's my girl. When you calm down, I help you into the car and we head to your place. When we get there, I give you a deep throat kiss and tell you to go in and dream about me. I know you want me to come with you, but tonight you will sleep alone. There will be other times, other places.



Tonight



Tonight, you will dance for Me. 

Tonight, you will sing for Me. 

Tonight, you will be tested. 

Tonight, you will stand in the windowless play room and bare your body to Me. I will watch with keen interest as your everyday persona is slowly shed, each materialistic piece of your mundane existence banished to the floor, to reveal your private persona, your submissive persona, your true persona. I will look deep into your eyes and penetrate your soul. I will gaze upon the flame of love and desire which I know burns deep within you, the flame which warms you, the flame which fuels you. I will possess you with My gestured commands, with My eyes. 

I will rise from My chair at last, standing erect and fully clothed before you, towering over your small form. I will encircle you, several times, admiring you, studying you, scrutinizing you, inspecting you. I will make a mental note of any deviances in the prescribed preparations sent to you previously. I will, if there are no deviances, signal My approval with a gentle kiss to your forehead. I will, if any deviances are noted, slap you fiercely across the chest, so that you know you must improve in your preparations for the next time you and I meet; I will only grant you this solitary opportunity to disappoint Me without truly punishing you as you would thus deserve, for tonight, you will be tested. 

Tonight, you will be tested... thoroughly. 

I will seize you by your naked shoulders and back you toward the center of the play room, holding your gaze, ensuring you know that I am in control now, that I will punish you or pleasure you as you deserve, as you need, as you have earned. I will position you underneath the pulley system. I will slowly and snugly attach the thick black leather cuffs on either end of the spreader bar which dangles from the heavy silver chain; I will padlock the cuffs to your wrists to ensure your complete captivity. I will, if I so choose, kiss you deeply, as a symbol of the calm before the storm. 

I will cross the play room and stand by the main control panel. I will engage the pulley system, to force your arms to rise into the desired position well above your head. I will then plunge the play room into darkness, robbing you of all sight without needing to bother with a blindfold. 

I will wait. I will wait until I feel the time is right. I will wait longer - much, much longer - than you can stand. 

I will plunge you into light so bright that you are blinded. I will watch as you wince beneath the intense spotlights even though your eyelids provide you with a very meager protection. I will enjoy your efforts to turn away from the blinding whiteness only to find that all of the spotlights are fully trained upon you, and specifically upon your head and shoulders and back and chest, so that your bonds prevent you from escaping their bright intensity. 

I will lash out at you. I will mark you. I will create long red stripes across your skin. I will effectively hide, out of the range of your all-too-limited view, so that all you might be able to see is the very tip of the single-tail whip in those final milliseconds before it kisses you once more. 

I will enjoy your dance. I will enjoy the flexing of your muscles and the motions of your exposed anatomy. I will drink in every movement of your feet and your legs as you instinctively attempt to flee the source of pain which batters your young body. I will note how each new stripe across your skin adds several new steps to your dance. I will note how the irregular rhythm of the flogging creates a beautiful, sustained melody for your body's continual movements to follow. 

I will savor your song. I will cherish the soft, quiet utterances as the test begins. I will consume the throaty cries as your haughty resolve begins to falter. I will treasure the hearty screams as your limits are approached and ultimately extended further than you have ever imagined possible. 

I will continue to lash out at you, to kiss you with the single-tail whip. I will harden My demeanor even more each time you beg Me to give you a moment of rest, to end the test, to stop. I will stand in the relative coolness of the shadows while you drain yourself underneath the intense spotlights, their unbearable heat mixing with your constant instinctive attempts at escape to drain you of your energy. 

I will continue to test you until your limits have been stretched to the limit. I will of course honor your safeword and your safegesture. 

Tonight, you will be tested, and whether you pass or fail the test, I will learn volumes about you... and I believe you will also learn much about yourself. 



Tonight



Paul was nervous. 'And why not? This is new, but more then that this is incredibly risky!' He still wasn't sure how exactly the suggestion had come up. They had been sitting and watching a movie on the couch when the discussion turned to unusual sexual experiences. None of the three had ever truly been in a threesome before. His wife, Kelly, had come the closest with a technicality but none had shared intimacy with two people simultaneously. Sarah half jokingly suggested they needed to try it.

Paul's eyes darted safely back to the movie, but he could almost feel Kelly's moving back and forth between her two best friends. Like most honest men he enjoyed seeing lesbians in porn, what's more he was attracted to Sarah. He had always hoped Kelly didn't realize how much he was aroused by her often revealing outfits but he was fairly certain she at least knew he was attracted. Kelly, on the other hand, also enjoyed watching lesbian porn for the increased sensuality. Although not all fit that category she was much more likely to find it there then with a man and a woman pounding on each other.

"Sure!" Paul's eyes flew from the TV to his wife. Sarah, sitting between them, seemed almost as surprised but took it in stride. She smiled and nodded before both women turned to stare questions at the man.

"What? Now?" Sarah simply shrugged. "We're not exactly in what you'd call 'the mood', or at least I'm not."

A feral grin spread across Kelly's face. "I know very well that can be arranged." Sarah giggled lightly, but her face shared the hungry expression and her hand had somehow found its way to his thigh. A slight shift and he was uncomfortably aware of how close she was to his crotch. Kelly turned to look at Sarah. "So any ideas as to what we should do? He does have a point that we're not exactly in the most romantic, or at least erotic, setting at the moment.

Sarah was now absently rubbing Paul's inner leg even as she turned to talk to Kelly. "I'm not really sure. Remember I haven't done anything even close to this either." Her hand was slowly inching closer with each stroke. The motion of her hand sparked a warmth and dull pressure deep inside him. "Maybe you and I could go take a shower?" That was it. He felt the first pulse of blood as his body realized there was a possibility of this happening, even as his brain tried to convince itself they were still joking. "One thing I know, he needs to get naked first."

Paul looked at her in confusion but it was Kelly who answered his unspoken question. "No, it makes sense. First of all you're the hardest to embarrass of us. Second, it gives either of us two a chance to realize we're too uncomfortable about this before anything has gone too far." She paused a glint appearing in her eye. "And third it'll keep you from making a mess of your pants when you see us both naked and standing next to each other!" The tension finally broke as they all laughed.

They dragged him upstairs to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub leaving him standing. They were waiting expectantly. It was his job to begin this, make it real. He reached for the collar of his t-shirt and began to tug when he saw them look at each other. "He's an idiot." His wife merely nodded in response. They didn't just want to be naked first, they wanted him to strip for them. This was silly, they'd both seen him nearly naked and his wife had seen everything.

He sighed and dropped his hands to his side. 'The least they could do would be to give me some music.' His arms crossed his stomach to grip his shirt once more. Slowly he began to slide his shirt up his body. He'd never thought himself very attractive, not ugly by a long shot but not attractive, but both women had professed an affinity to 'his type of body'. He wasn't even aware that he shrugged, even as his shirt reached his chest. He also didn't understand how men could be aroused by a five hundred plus pound woman. To each their own. His shirt caught on his arms. They were mesmerized as he wiggled to free the shirt. Quickly it caught at his head before snapping free, hitting the wall as it escaped his grip.

His hands moved to his belt, but instead of unfastening it he simply hooked his thumbs into the loops. After a second, when it was clear he wasn't going further, they simultaneously look up in confusion. "You said one of the reasons was to give y'all time to back out. Well, I'm going to pause every step of the way. Even if you've both seen me in my boxers it's the principal of the thing." They nodded but he knew he had to be the voice of reason. In this situation he'd be the bad guy if things went wrong regardless of whether or not it was his idea, or even if he had objected. "I'm serious. In fact you're going to have to tell me to move ahead. Any hesitation and I don't." They met his eyes, seeing the determination there and nodded.

As one they spoke. "Get on with it!" He restrained the laugh that wanted to burst free. There was a desperation and hunger in both of their voices. He'd barely come to grips with the fact that his wife felt that for him but it was too hard to believe two women did. He avoided further eye contact by looking at his belt.

Slowly he slid the tongue of the belt from the strap, pulling it backwards. He used his other hand to pop the metal arms free then grab the buckle and draw the belt completely free of his pants. He moved to the button and quickly fumbled with it, letting it hang loose as he moved to the zipper. He held the top closed with one hand as the other slowly slid the zipper down. When it was undone the hand returned to the top and the quickly opened the flaps almost mockingly. He was glad he'd worn the tight black boxer-briefs that Kelly liked so much. Sarah actually hadn't seen him in them as he'd always considered them a little too form fitting for propriety.

He turned his back to them, knowing they both admired his firm butt. He flexed those muscles for them a couple of times playfully letting them know that it was for them, rather then modesty, that he had turned. Sarah giggled and Kelly actually reached out to grab it. He smiled at predictable antics. He bent over, letting his butt tighten once more, and slowly began to slide his jeans across it. As his pants reached mid-thigh he had to crouch slightly in order to reach. Not long after he was stepping out of them and resting them on the counter. Still crouched he turned his head to discover silent blank faces. The reality of what they were doing was beginning to sink in. He was fairly sure they would still tell him to go on at this point, no harm to them after all if he did and they all could live with Sarah having seen him naked. At worst she might compare future boyfriends unfavorably against her best friend's husband. Besides, he'd always considered some of her outfits far more arousing then anything he could possibly show her. Kelly would, of course, be upset with him for such self-destructive thoughts but she had yet to learn to read minds.

"You're not done yet!" He was laughing even before Kelly added her wholehearted agreement. He stood back up, his hands returning to his waistband. Keeping his legs together he slowly drew his underwear to the floor. He looked down as he crouched, he was slightly larger then he'd expected but no one would ever think to call him aroused. Looking over his should he stood and placed a foot on the counter. In his shrunken state the view wasn't very impressive but it was a first coy glimpse. He held the pose for a few seconds then brought his leg down and turned to them resting his hands behind him.

In turn he looked each of them in the eyes. He saw the nervousness easily but he was surprised by the hunger residing there as well. He had expected some in Kelly's, especially after the show he'd just put on. What surprised him was the intensity in Sarah's. They all openly discussed their sexual activities so he knew it hadn't been more then a few days but the intensity in her eyes was not only greater then in Kelly's, it completely dwarfed her friend's. The two looked at each other in confirmation.

Sarah reached over and slowly began to unbutton Kelly's blouse. Paul's eye's went wide as his wife reached first for her friend's pants. They were being careful, slow, enjoying the anticipation as they slowly worked the fasteners to the other's clothing. Sarah had to pause briefly when Kelly finished with the zipper long before her own buttons were all open. Kelly consciously leaned far forward as she reached to slide the pants off. The end result was her head inches away from very revealing silver panties. If Paul had to guess, knowing Sarah's preferences, they would turn out to be thongs.

By unspoken consent Kelly leaned back, her hands holding her weight on the rim of the tub, as Sarah finished removing the blouse. When the buttons were all undone Sarah let the ends of the shirt dangle as the tops caught on Kelly's breasts. The effect, when combined with Kelly's slightly arched back, was to emphasize her perfect d-cups. Sarah placed her hands at Kelly's waist and slowly slid them up over smooth skin. As she neared her chest she brought them center until her thumb and forefinger were cupping Kelly's ample bosoms. Gently her hands lifted the fabric, sliding across the black fabric of Kelly's bra to her shoulders, where it fell unceremoniously to the tub.

Simultaneously they seemed to remember Paul, turning to look at him. Blood was pulsing into his lust. He was maybe half his full size but he saw Sarah's eyes grow wide as she gasped. He'd never thought of himself as large, but enough women had told him that 7" long and nearly 2" across was very good sized that he believed it. She knew that but apparently seeing was truly believing. Eyes still wide she turned back to Kelly. "Trust me, it gets better still."

The blood rushing downward was causing the warmth he'd felt earlier to burst into a full blown inferno. Sarah was reaching for Kelly's bra, but his wife's eyes quickly darted to him before returning to her friend, a wicked gleam in them. Her hands grasped Sarah's and brought them to the buttons at her waist. She knew that Paul was more aroused by women in lingerie than naked and was putting on a show for him. This time they had to take turns as Sarah was wearing a very tight pullover.

Sarah guided Kelly to stand, hands never leaving her waist, and turned her to face her husband. She half stood herself as she ran her hands up exposed sides and into her friend's armpits. A little pressure on the inside of her arms was all she needed to lift her arms parallel to the ground. Sarah's hands slid back down her sides to her waist before circling around front to undo the button and zipper. Slowly she slid the pants down shapely legs, revealing a black thong. Kelly's underwear revealed even more as the fabric covering the front was almost completely transparent. As the pants hit the floor, and she began to step out of them, Kelly squeaked ins surprise. Sarah had leaned forward to first nip, then kiss, Kelly's pillowy butt.

When Kelly turned to face Sarah a sound that could only be described as a "purr" escaped their friend's lips upon seeing the revealing fabric. She quickly leaned forward and kissed the fabric, pressing her face against Kelly's soft flesh. A slight moan of surprise and interest was Kelly's only response. After a moment Sarah backed away slightly and Kelly crouched, bringing their heads level once more. She reached out and slowly began drawing Sarah's shirt upward letting her hands trail across pale skin. Sarah's bra was the same shiny silver of her underwear and held her perky c-cups almost against their will.

Again they turned as one to look at Paul. Again Sarah's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she saw his full measure standing straight out from his body at the sight of the two. She managed to get her voice to work. "I don't think we need the shower." 

"Trust me, we do." Finally Kelly turned from staring admiringly at her beloved's lust to look at Sarah. "You need to be more then just ready for that or else it can hurt."

Sarah nodded and reached back to turn on the water. She stepped into the tub and pulled Kelly in to stand with her as the water pooled around their feet, warming to the appropriate temperature. Never once did her hungry stare leave Paul's unit. The primal need in her eyes almost scared Paul. Kelly put a finger on Sarah's chin, turning her head into a deep kiss. The two had been friends for years and each put every ounce of emotion they felt towards the other into their lips.

They held the embrace and the kiss for nearly a minute. Sarah's leg lifted at the knee in an effort to push her closer to her slightly taller friend. Suddenly water shot from the showerhead and ricocheted everywhere. Paul was staring at two very wet bodies as their slight underwear clung to them. Kelly glared accusingly at Sarah when Paul noticed Sarah's foot on the shower switch. Sarah had the decency to grin sheepishly even as the women continued to be drenched.

Kelly was slightly flustered but Sarah was now firmly in charge. She reached back and unclasped her own bra, letting it drop into the water of the tub, before reaching down and peeling off the silver thong attempting to stick to every curve and crevasse. Even before she stood fully revealed Kelly had begun to mimic the process. Both women left the wet clothes to lie in the bottom of the tub forgotten. Their attention had returned to each other.

Hands roamed the supple skin of soft curves. Mouths met briefly before parting to explore sensitive regions of the other's body. Paul leaned back against the counter. He was afraid to masturbate for fear of orgasm before the event had fully started but the display, while stirring a whirlwind of pressure and need within him, was unable to continuously fuel his erection. After a moment's thought he grinned, realizing the women would feel guilty and take extra care to bring him to the very brink of climax as they revitalized him.

Sarah and Kelly avoided each other's most sensitive depths in their explorations. There would be plenty of time for that later, and it was unnecessary now as their intimate caresses quickly brought warmth and moist need to them. They continued to kiss and caress even after Kelly fumbled to turn off the water. Paul, feeling slightly uncomfortable and left out, reached for the door only to be stopped by a hand reaching around to grasp his penis. He looked up in surprise to see Kelly, eyes still closed, lips still pressed against Sarah, reaching over to stroke him slowly. Sarah's head came up with a gasp. "We should move to a more comfortable room!"

Kelly wrapped her other arm around Sarah's waist and leaned forward to suck on the shorter woman's neck. Connected to her two best friends she led them out of the bathroom, still dripping wet, and into the bedroom. She forcefully guided Paul to the edge of the bed before pushing him backwards to sit. She released Sarah and stood back a moment. The three took a moment to finally take the measure of each other's full splendor. They basked in the naked beauty spread out before them.

Finally Kelly broke the spell by grabbing a couple of pillows from the bed and tossing them on the floor. Harshly she slapped Paul, an order to move so she could throw back the sheets. Once he was settled again sitting at the edge of the bed she turned to Sarah. "First you get to see what I've been complaining about all this time before you get to know the joys." Sarah and Paul realized the accidental placement of a pillow at his feet was no such thing. The twinge of nervous fear returned to Paul as he watched Sarah casually kneel between his slightly spread legs, hungry eyes consuming his body.

Her hands reached for his knees and spread them as wide as she could. The result unbalanced him, forcing him onto his back. His extra height, even when sitting on the edge of the bed, forced her to kneel fully extended in order for her head to be above him. She was staring between his legs grinning in feral anticipation now that his secret had been revealed. He watched her shift slightly, lick her lips then lean forward. She was only an inch away from him when her eyes flew wide. She moaned, her forehead dropping to press against his hip. Paul lifted his head slightly and he grinned at what he saw. Kelly's legs extended away from the bed. Sarah would taste the first pleasure even as she discovered Kelly's most difficult task.

After a few more moans and a moment to catch her breath she lifted her head once more. He had grown slightly as his body reacted vicariously to her pleasure. She leaned forward, fighting the slight tremors Kelly sent through her body, to take him fully into her mouth. She opened further to take in some of his loose skin. His breathing increased. He knew she wouldn't be able to hold that much when he began to grow but he enjoyed her attention.

She began to suck, drawing blood in to engorge his organ. The effect was only marred by the fact that she frequently needed to open her mouth in breath through increasingly constant moaning. Soon her mouth was forced higher when he had grown large enough to brush the top of her pallet. His breathing was heavy, her ministrations being made more effective by her ever increasing pauses and penetrating vibration of her constant moans. She began to writhe against Kelly's attention. The wiggling body caused her head to press against his groin. He gasped at the added pressure, finally growing to his full girth. Her body pressing her forward and his sudden growth resulted in an inadvertent deep-throat. He was unable to do anything to help her from his position as he groaned and shuddered under her. It required all of his concentration to keep his hips from thrusting deeper down her already full throat.

Sarah's hands gripped his knees hard as her head flew back. "You have to stop!" Paul smiled, he'd heard that often enough as he and Kelly did 69 and she finished before he was fully ready. He knew the moment Kelly backed off when Sarah's head once again collapsed against his hip. His breathing steadied even as she tried to catch her breath. She caught the motion out of the corner of her eye at his first pulse signifying he was once again shrinking. Feebly she lifted her head to once more take him inside her mouth.

With her first intake he was back to full size. Lacking the strength to work him fast she decided to see how much she could take in. Working slowly and carefully she managed to reach his base. His gasp bordered on a scream. Kelly occasionally treated him to the effect and it never failed to blast through his senses. His scream was quickly cut off as Kelly lowered herself onto his waiting mouth. He could barely breath. His mouth opened to taken in her engorged clit. Her actions with Sarah both in the shower and on the floor and the sounds of his reactions had made her more then ready for him. Within moments she was moaning.

One hand left his knee. He was pretty sure Sarah begun to stimulate herself, a belief that seemed to be confirmed when she began to moan even as she returned to the base of his shaft. He was close but he held himself back. He tried to tell her to stop but Kelly merely pressed harder against him. He was skating a fine edge, one that he knew would amplify the final release, but he also knew that the slightest thing would upset his control.

Slowly Sarah lowered herself to his base and equally slowly she would pull herself free. He continued to suck Kelly in. His tongue would flick out to play with the captive flesh. She was writhing, bucking and screaming, moments away from her own climax. Once again he tried to warn the women, this time screaming into heavenly legs. If they heard they were beyond caring.

Kelly and Sarah screamed almost simultaneously as both froze with the instant paralysis of climax. The combination of their orgasms, the scent of Kelly's lust flowing down his face and into his mouth, and the muted scream as Sarah thrust herself to his base and beyond, broke the last of his control. Even as the women returned to motion he exploded. This time Sarah expected the reaction, quickly pulling back until she covered only his tip. Shaking, her other hand moved from his knee to the base of his member pushing down as her mouth had moments before. The pressure, his need, rushed from him into her. She took it in, swallowing frantically, as she massaged even more pleasure from his body.




Tonight



The combined orgasm lasted for a minute or more, but slowly each of their efforts began to wane. Sarah's hand was the first to stop, in order to better appreciate her efforts with Paul. Next Kelly's hips flew backward, away from his face, as she collapsed against him. Her slight belly covering his face as her body pinned his. Sarah saw this and redoubled her efforts. Paul tried to buck and writhe to escape the extreme pleasure but was completely unable to move, the two conspiring to restrain him through his extended torment.

Finally the pulse of his seed began to weaken as Sarah tired. Paul managed to catch his breath when her head finally moved free, though he continued to twitch to the time of her hand. Kelly shifted forward and he could breath freely once more. Trapped as he was he never saw the two women kiss, never saw the cruel wink that passed between them. Suddenly his body roared with ecstatic torture as his member was once more consumed. One moment he was on the verge of salvation and the next the precipice of heaven. Sarah climbed onto the bed feebly and collapsed next to the two.

Kelly couldn't bring his entire length into her mouth but more then made up for it with a well lubricated hand. Once more he tried to scream his impending release and once more his wife silenced him by pressing her body against his mouth. In his delirium he had but one way to stop his agony of pleasure, his mouth opened and once more he drew his wife's lust in between tense lips. Quickly both of their ministrations became desperate as they tried to ignore their own bodies. Finally she collapsed forward, tearing her treasure from his mouth and his from hers. Only partially erect he pulsed forth a few more dregs, pooling on her cheek, but they were all too spent to care.

They lay on the bed for some time, passing in and out of contented consciousness. At one point Kelly rolled off of Paul to lie between the two facing the opposite direction. Eventually Paul woke her as his finger traced the outer contours of her loins. She shuddered with the memory of climax still fresh in her mind. He knew her well, knew that the only reason she hadn't forced him back to erection to take him was the intensity of her double orgasm. She had a need to be filled by him as she finished, a need he had yet to sate.

He followed her eyes to Sarah. She was staring longingly at his once again shriveled member. He suddenly realized that it was more then his wife's need. Both women looked to his eyes. "I don't know if I have it in me," he admitted. "Likely I could get it up for you both but I don't think I could finish!" The hunger in Sarah's eyes only intensified, inability to climax would only increase the likelihood and length of her orgasm. Kelly's eyes, however, spoke of sorrow. She needed to merge with him but hated the thought of not sharing their climax. It had happened before and it always effected her more then it did him, even though he was usually the one who couldn't finish.

Sarah remained oblivious as she began to crawl across Kelly to get to her fix. Mindful of his wife Paul instead pulled Sarah's hips to straddle his head. Her confused groan as he lifted his lips to her mound stalled her intentions. Even as his tongue began to flick playfully at her, Kelly placed a hand on her cheek and turned her head so their eyes could meet. "Now you will taste the greatest part of my joy. He showed me through experience everything I did to you earlier, but I'm sure I don't know the half of it." Kelly gasped suddenly, eyes wide, as one of his hands snuck between her legs.

Paul's lust was forgotten momentarily as Kelly relaxed back onto the soft bed to enjoy his slow playfulness. Sarah tried to concentrate and regain control but he quickly wrapped his free arm around her hip to hold her steady, his fingers spreading her open for better access. He lightly caressed Kelly in order to prepare her for later, it was Sarah he would concentrate on. He began with the light caress of his tongue. He'd learned techniques with Kelly that could bring her to orgasm within minutes but he intended to draw out these proceedings in order to fully explore their friend. Even as she shuddered and occasionally moaned his tongue circled her delicious mound, pressing slightly, in an effort to find her most sensitive spot. He'd long since learned that a woman's supposed g-spot wasn't a single location and actually tended to shift around depending on unknown variables. His probing tongue always sought first this elusive area. After a few minutes of his tickling he was certain he had found it.

His tongue pressed harder against her. He was rewarded with a sudden squeal from his victim as he exploited her weakness. Kelly shifted to her side in order to watch her love work. She was enthralled, never having been able to fully understand the true effect of his ministrations without losing her concentration to them. Paul felt her shift position and took the opportunity to press more firmly with his hand, reminding her that she too would soon be under his power. She rewarded his attention by lightly running her hand across his stomach in a gesture more tender then sensual.

Sarah remained oblivious to the interplay as she began to move against his mouth. His arm tightened around her holding her firm and pressing his jaw more tightly against her. Her high pitched moans came even quicker and he began to feel her cream flowing across him. As her body fought the growing need he finally switched tactics. Lips parted to press against her tender skin. He drew her in as he had Kelly but this time he let her drag between bare teeth, using them to push back her loose flesh even as he stimulated nerves unused to exposure.

Kelly immediately recognized his technique from Sarah's very vocal reaction. She grinned as her hand traced down his 'treasure trail' to finally grip his ignored organ. Slowly she caressed it. She leaned closer and began to lightly kiss his testicles pulling at the skin with her teeth carefully after each contact. He began to grow, but slowly, as she intended.

Sarah's head hit Paul's stomach forcefully, almost knocking the breath from him, as she screamed her release. Her instinctive resistance could not overcome the strength of his single arm holding her steady as he continued to torment her. "Use the finger." Paul barely heard Kelly's whisper and was sure Sarah was to far gone to have caught it. Following his wife's instructions his hand released Sarah's lips and slid towards her warm, flowing, depths. Her body straightened, shifting her weight fully onto his face, as he found the outer limits of her hole. A scream of pure ecstasy erupted from her as he slid easily in, finding over-stressed and twitching nerves. She collapsed once again on top of him, allowing him even greater access to her.

She began to beg and plead for him to stop and fill her. He shook his head without slowing. Kelly, understanding the nature of his resistance (all too well) barely managed to focus Sarah's attention on the still half-hard shaft inches away from her head. She lunged forward, practically swallowing it, in order to suck and tear at it in her frustration. Her fumbling only prolonged her own agony as he grew much slower then normal. After a minute she gave up when he was almost fully erect and tore her body from his, shifting around to straddle and face him.

She thrust herself all the way onto him. A scream of mixed pleasure and pain ripped from her lips and Kelly winced in sympathy. Sarah was beyond caring, her primal need controlling her every action she pulled her self clear to drop her hips to his once more. Paul turned his head, catching Kelly by surprise as he plunged forward to treat her needs. Knowing Sarah would quickly spend herself again and again he decided to elicit more immediate results from his wife. Even as Sarah collapsed against him Kelly was nearing her climax.

Refusing to let Sarah off so easily his hands came down to hold her hips as he began to guide himself in and out of her. She choked off fresh screams of bliss by biting firmly into the muscle of his shoulder. His hips thrust forcefully in automatic response causing her to scream anew. Realizing her current preference he added more strength to each thrust, pushing himself deeper and faster.

Kelly finally screamed her own release. Paul continued with his tongue, but drove himself deep into Sarah one final time before holding himself in deep. She collapsed against him, catching her breath slowly. She shuddered as he pulled himself slowly from her. With Kelly's body pressed firmly against his side and Sarah's draped on top he sprang free not only fully engorged but larger then he had ever been. Gently he guided an exhausted Sarah off of him in order to fill his wife's needs.

Paul spun to face the same direction as Kelly, lifting and spreading her legs. Slowly, mindful of his extra size, he found her depths. She moaned as he inched his way forward and back, gaining only slight ground with each repetition. By the time he felt confident to bring himself fully inside her she was long since screaming. Her hands gripped the sheets.

He reached down and held her arms tight against her body. Her helpless ecstasy and the pure scent of both women's multiple orgasm finally invigorated his overtaxed body. With a rush he exploded inside of her before he realized he was even close. The extra stimulus of his pulsing member sent her over the edge into bliss filled unconsciousness. He collapsed, spent once more.

He looked to her sleeping face to view the tears drying on her cheeks. He reach up to carefully brush them away with a thumb. After a minute to regain control of his muscles he finally pulled himself free. He went to the bathroom to clean himself and brought back wet towels for the women. Framed by the door he saw the two lying asleep, sprawled out still on the bed. He pulled up a chair to watch them as they slept.

This would truly be a night they would never forget or regret, even if it never happened again. 



Tonight



As I write this, my wife Jenifer is alone with our closest friend Joe. Fast Joe, the crazy Jew from Brooklyn who wants only one thing in life: to find a good woman. 

Now Jenifer is a good woman, even if she says no when she really means yes. She has wanted to get it on with Joe for months; years, even! But she has been afraid that messing with Joe would mess up our collective relationship. She values Joe's friendship more than a one night stand; but yet, Joe just turns her on.

And Joe is good person too. Beneath his gruff wild man exterior lies the heart of a sensitive and caring friend. Unlike me (I'm just your basic DOM), Joe is (or at least claims to be) a discriminating fellow. He and Jenifer have been alone together before without too much happening. Or maybe I should say without enough happening. And Joe wants Jenifer, too; but he too fears the impact on our friendship.

The first time they got together was the night of my 40th birthday party. Jenifer had set up quite an evening for us and had worn my favorite outfit: a Moroccan two piece with a top open to her waist. Jenifer has very wide spread breasts and can wear this outfit quite well until she bends over. When that happens, anyone nearby can catch an eyeful of her marvelous melons.

Jenifer had arranged a surprise dinner party at a Moroccan restaurant with a dozen of our closest friends. A Moroccan restaurant, for those of you who haven't yet experienced its delights, serves the food on a large brass tray without utensils. You must eat with your hands alone. And there are no chairs. Everyone sits on the floor and leans back against the sumptuous cushions. It is the perfect setting for a sensuous dinner.

Towards the end of the dinner, as I lay with head nestled in the chest of Jenifer's friend Lynn Ann while another of her girl friends massaged my feet and Jenifer was locked in a hug long with Joe, I felt that this evening had promise. As if to confirm my prophesy, Jenifer let go of Joe and lay back across the table from me. As she did so, her left breast escaped almost completely from her top. It was several minutes before she noticed, and even longer before she let modesty prevail.

After the dinner, we went to our car where Jenifer and I had tested the visibility of the privacy glass on the windows of our Plymouth Voyager. As we merrily rocked the walls while parked next to the pedestrian entrance to a public parking lot, we watched in rapt pleasure as at least two dozen people walked by our van, not five feet from our frenetically fucking bodies.

Not content with just once, we jumped in the nearby hot tubs with Lynn Ann and Joe's friend Marc. Lynn Ann really wanted to get it on with Joe, but Joe had run into a drunken friend who needed to be driven home, so Lynn Ann was stuck with Marc, a 22 year old virgin computer genius who didn't know his cock from his elbow but was certainly ready to get lessons from a horny housewife like Lynn Ann.

Marc never did score with Lynn Ann, even though Jenifer and I gave them about an hour alone in the hot tub. All he really had to do was just do it, but Lynn Ann wasn't up to being anything more with him than a cock tease. So the four of us jumped into our van and boogied on over to Joe's. 

We weren't there for more than five minutes when Lynn Ann announced that she needed cigarettes. Sensing an opportunity, I offered to drive Lynn Ann for some smokes and take Marc home in the process. This left Jenifer alone with Joe, slightly loaded and wearing the sexiest outfit she owns with nothing on underneath. 

I took Lynn Ann to the 7-11 and browsed as long as I could handle it. Then we took Marc home and I slowly made our way back to Joe's. I guess it took about an hour, and when we got back, we just cruised on in. Silly me. Jenifer and Joe had just started to motivate. Jenifer was lying there with one of her tits shining in the glow of the single light left on and her dress up around her waist. Another fifteen minutes and they would have really been going at it; but I guess my timing was just off. She slowly got up only to watch Lynn Ann lie down in her place. 

So here we are a year and a half later. Jenifer, Joe and I have gone out many times and I have even managed to manipulate their being alone together a couple times for a little while but nothing has ever come of it. Somehow every time, Jenifer gets an attack of conscience, guilt, fear, or something else just at the critical moment and breaks it off. But tonight it will happen.

Tonight, we all went out to one of our favorite Japanese restaurants and drank sake. Sake is like an aphrodisiac to Jenifer: it seems to help her cut loose. All through dinner, I was getting the signals from her that she really wanted to do it with Joe; but Jenifer's signals are always overloaded with other signals: "I do, but I don't." 

After dinner, we went next door to a quiet bar and had a couple of drinks; and while Jenifer was asking the bar tender a question, I told Joe to go for it. Jenifer wants it; Joe wants it. I want it. Do it. And I left.

Now I am at home, patiently waiting for her to complete her evening with Joe. I don't expect to see her until tomorrow morning sometime, and this part is always the hardest for me. I really get off when she gets it on with someone else. I don't know exactly why, but I think it's because it loosens her up and turns her on in a way that I can't seem to do by myself. Knowing that someone finds her attractive and sexy seems to make her feel more passionate. And when she feels passionate, we both win.

So I will close off this letter, lay back and reach out to Jenifer, my wife, lover and best friend as she lets go with Joe. Go for it, babes! Get it on! Let it go! And when you get home, tell me about it in complete and intimate detail, so I can share your passion with you as we share our love and passion for each other. 



Tonight



Thoughts are running through my head. Thoughts of him, and of his long lean body. My mouth waters just thinking of him. I want to taste him, to feel his warm skin on my tongue, under my hands. To see his body touching mine, the contrast even in the dark so bold, so arousing.

As his car comes down the road my mind swirls to all kinds of thoughts of the night. One of the first things I see is his smile as I get into the car. His hand slides over and caresses my leg. I can't help leaning over and kissing his neck, I love that neck. Not sure why butt I just want my mouth on it right away. Having thought on tonight all day I really can't wait to get to his apartment but the cold does it work on helping to keep me waiting.

Soon as we get there he gets out opens my door taking my hand and leading me up the stairs. Pulling me inside into a warm hug my hands slide under his jacket feeling his warmth. I love his touch. I love how his skin feels under my hands. 

My hands rush over his back and down over his cheeks. They are so firm and hard. Muscle pure muscle. I feel his hands slide under my sweater, coldness makes me shiver, but only for seconds and my body craves more. The jackets fall off as if by magic neither realizing who did what as our bodies meld together. I want him so bad. Wanting his touch, wanting to feel the whole of him against me, inside me.

Turning I find myself at the sofa, unsure of the steps there only that we have proceeded that far that quickly. Clothes are piles in several heaps on the floor around us. His naked skin inviting me as my eyes and hands slide over him. My hands quickly slide down his arms; I get aroused just feeling the muscles taught and hard. Not huge just perfect; firm warm and sleek.

Pushing his hands away; looking into his eyes he knows by my movements these first moments are mine. His body is mine; even his mind is mine for the time being. Leaning over him I kiss his lips softly, licking them. The lips that can take hold of my nipples and drive my mind wild. My hands caressing his chest, his hard tiny nipples rising under my palms. Kissing my way down following my hands, wanting to feel all of him under my tongue. Just hearing him sucking in air makes me quiver inside. I find each nipple sucking them into my mouth, each in turn with my finger tips and lips. Both growing harder and tighter. His hand reaching and caressing my breast, his dark skin against my white flesh so opposite I love to watch them covering my nipples, but this is my time and I quickly push his hands aside and I slide my tongue down his tummy. 

His cock, the hard warm cock I have learned to love so well jumps as my tongue dances over the head. Quickly sucking it into my mouth my hands sliding down his thighs caressing the soft skin. I love the soft moans coming from him, always so quiet and tough but I can make these moans come out of him. That part inside me hums with the sound, the effect I have over him making my insides throb just hearing him. One day I will make him forget the need to stay silent. To forget his self assigned man is man and needs to remain in control by holding back. Letting his cock go slowly my mouth dipping down to his balls. 

His balls hand low, like they are too heavy to join his cock. Licking them both over and over my hands prompting them wide, my tongue slides under his balls. Teasing him, dancing between his balls, lapping under them. His hips rising and falling as my tongue darts around. Taking his cock in my hand, my thumb circling the wet head as my tongue finds his tight ring pushing quickly in and back out. The head of his cock getting wetter as my thumb circles it. Moving quickly my tongue greedy to taste him; pulling just the head into my mouth. His hips pushing his cock upwards trying to get deeper before I pull back; laughing to myself for his thinking I am so easily persuaded. My mouth again moving towards his balls sucking them each, in turn in to my mouth. Noticing how closer they have ascended up towards his cock. 

His hands quickly grabbing me, pulling me up as I have push my limits with his waiting he pulls me around and pushes me over the sofa arm. His cock swinging between his legs is wide arcs. His arm wraps around my hips as he shoves cock deep into my wet pussy. Filling me as his movement lifts me off my feet. Grind my hips back onto his cock, feeling the thickness inside me. My moans already taking over as I feel his cock pulling out and thrusting in again. My whole body shivering with need as his cock pounds deeper and deeper into my pussy. His hands slide up, one taking a nipple to tease the other grabbing my shoulder as his cock works deeper and faster into my pussy. My body responding to his cock is twitching back and forth onto his cock. My pussy grinding back to meet his cock, he knows what to do with me. he knows just exactly how and his hands grab my hips and plows deep into my pussy taking away from me exactly what he wants as my insides explode. My pussy clutching his cock, grabbing it and holding it deep as I start to cum. His cock head swelling as my pussy contracts, I can feel his cum pulsing from the head of his cock. I can feel it pushing out inside my pussy. My mind thinking of how soon I can feel it, I can slide my fingers over the lips and feel his seed dripping from my pussy. 

Feeling his lips against my back I remember where I am .who I am as he takes my hand and leads me to the bed. We'll rest ...for a while anyway. 



Tonight



The night air caresses softly against my skin as I lean on the railings of the yacht. I don't know why my husband likes these stuffy affairs, mingling with people who wouldn't know the true meaning of life if it stomped them on the toe. I always feel I have to get away, lest I get sucked into their ignorant black hole. Leaning down, I kick off one shoe and rub at my stockinged foot with a sigh. Just once I wish he'd agree to leave me home, but I know I must be the good token wife. I kick off my other shoe and fold my arms across the smooth wood of the railing, watching the moonlight dance across the waves and ripples of the lake water. 

I hear the soft fall of a foot and pray that it is my husband, telling me we're heading in to dock and that we will be home in an hour, safe in our beds. I feel strong arms encircle me, and in their warmth I lean back. Something scratches at my head. This man is wearing a flower in his lapel... but my husband wasn't. Quickly I start to turn, to run, to scream, to anything, but he stops me, tightening his arms and cupping a hand tightly over my mouth. I breath heavily, praying that he doesn't murder me, rape me, praying he'll just let me go. I hear a soft voice, it whispers in my ear, telling me that I am safe so long as I don't struggle. The voice tells me that it has admired me through many a party, always wondering why I look so sad and separated, and that tonight he had to come and make me happy. He promises me I'll like what's in store, which I doubt highly, and that it will be over quick. He asks if I understand, and I slowly nod.

The man's hand slides around to just below sliding across the rough surface of my beaded skirt, then raising to caress my bared midriff. My husband always liked me to wear sexy gowns so he could show me off to the other men. I shiver with the man's touch, both afraid and.. something else. His hand slides slowly upward across my smooth skin till it reaches the top of my dress. His fingers slide underneath it, caressing a nipple, then slide over the top of the fabric. The sensation arouses me, much to my surprise and hatred. His other hand moves down from my mouth, running through my loose hair and across my neck. It massages against my back and lower, pressing against my ass and caressing. He shoves his hips forward, showing me that this is arousing him too.

The hand on my breasts lowered to again caress against my stomach, then slipped under my skirt. I blushed, both at his touch and because I never wear panties when I wear sheer tight skirts to these parties. I hate having a panty line. The man seemed to smile, his hand slipping into the folds between my legs. I heard his soft laughter as he realized how wet I was. His thumb found my clit, rolling it around and I couldn't help but moan. He leaned forward, licking and nibbling at my ear as he continued to massage me. After a moment he slid a finger easily inside me, then another. He pulled them almost out, adding a third, then rammed all three into me. I let out a roaring moan as he started to fingerfuck me. The sensations, I cannot describe. His thumb continued to flick across my clitoris as he delved into me with wild abandon. 

All the while he stood there, whispering in my ears. "You sick dirty fuck, I knew you'd love this. I knew you were in need of a good fingering.. just wait until I get an opportunity to get my cock inside of you" The dirty talking just made me all the more aroused as I spread my legs for his fingers.

I quietly prayed that none of the people at the party would come to the deck and see us, but as my orgasm hit, all worries were forgotten. I moaned so loudly that, thinking back, I'm surprised no one did hear. The man pulled his hand from my skirt, smoothing my clothing as I caught my breath. He whispered softly. "I hope to see you at another party, my love."

I nod, composing myself, and turn.. but he's gone. I sigh. He promised quick, but now I'm wishing for more. With a smile, I realize that now I'll be much more eager for the parties my husband so loves.



Tonight



You peel back the lips of my labia and watch as my clit begins to grow, peaking in anticipation of your tongue. You suck one side into your mouth, licking all around the edge, then the other. You purposefully ignore my clit, my aching growing need. I feel your tongue dip deep into my pussy and feel your rumbling moan vibrate my flesh. I am on my knees now; you move behind me and spread my ass cheeks. I feel your tongue lick from the edge of my ass, over my puckered hole, and you lightly strum your tongue against it. All the while, my clit is still waiting anxiously and I am getting hotter and hotter.

I dip my back lower and push my ass toward your hot wet tongue. I feel the ridges and bumps as they caress my soft flesh. You circle my rosebud slowly, slowly, and then I feel you dip in. Your hands move to my hips, you smack my ass. 

"Mmm," I moan as I arch my back. You know I love to be spanked, so you do it again. Smack. I push back, waiting for more. Needing more. I feel your finger push into my pussy and you find my g-spot. "Ohh," I am now pumping against your hand and I feel your hairy thighs as you lean in against me. One hand pumping me, the other reaching around for my breast. I feel your fingertips as they begin to stretch the taunt flesh, pulling at my aching nipple.

"Oh more," I moan as I lay my head down on the pillow below me. I want to feel you on my clit. I move back against my hand, fucking myself with your moving fingers. I feel your thumb lightly caress my clit, I gasp. "Oh yes," I say my breath is drawn from me. You caress me again. God it feels good to have you strum me like that. I want to beg for more, I want to plead with you to go faster, but I know better than that. I bite the pillow instead and enjoy your slow ministrations.

You have me roll over on my back, I know what is coming now. I feel the straps as you tighten them around my wrists, then my ankles. You bind me and tie me to the corners of your bed. I feel the tightness and know I am at your mercy. You take the blindfold from the night stand and cover my eyes, leaving me feeling even more vulnerable and exposed. I arch and stretch against the restraints.

Blackness. The room has gotten quiet and though I know you are still there, I do not hear you. I wait. I know better than to talk, than to ask. I wait, then I feel you. Your weight on the bed, you are beside me now. I feel a tickle as you pour cold liquid over my breasts. Then hot as your tongue trails the liquid. I can smell it; it is the bottle of wine from dinner. Mmm, I wish I could taste your lips, I wish I could lick the wine from your yielding tongue. I feel the cold as it dips lower. My belly button, and then you suck it out. Then I feel as you pour it over my naked mound. "Ohh," I arch and shiver. The cold liquid invades my hot flesh and it is more than I can bear. "Ohh," I moan again as I feel your tongue following the trail. 

Finally, sweet release. Your tongue circles over my taunt clit, my aching, needing place. You move gently at first, too gently and I ache even more. I push my hips toward your tongue, but you only chuckle in response. Oh please, please, I want to beg, please. Finally you move faster. Your tongue darts quickly, back and forth. I thrust my hips at the motions. I want to close my thighs over your head, I want to pull you in closer, but I can not. You have made certain of that. 

Faster and faster still, and I feel the itchy feeling of my climax building. I am sweating and moaning, I don't recognize my own voice anymore as I feel myself coming closer and closer to the edge. Your hands on my hips, then under my ass. You pull my cheeks apart as you thrust your tongue over my clit, I feel one of your fingers enter my pussy, then two. You pump your hand in me as I am pushed over the edge. "Yes, yes," I moan and speak incoherently. My climax ends and I feel you slow down. 

You take your fingers out of my pussy and I can hear your sweet moans as you lick my juices from your fingers. Then I feel you on top of me. You climb the length of my body and I feel your lips on mine.

"Are you ready for more," you ask softly as I lick my juices from your lips. 

"Always," I reply. I feel your weight leave my bed as you go to the closet. You pull out the box. My clit becomes rock hard again as I imagine what's to come.



Tonight



Tonight was excellent. I haven't felt that much passion in a long time. But the reason for the passion was all wrong. It was purely physical, and there was nothing behind it, but perhaps problems in our separate relationships. You say that the reason you're interested in me is because I have qualities you wish she had. I don't know what to say to that...I'm not hurt in the least, but hope that what she does have is enough, or that she learns to love reading enough to talk about it. The reason I am interested in you is because I see in you what I haven't had in my relationship with him since the beginning...the spontaneity, the can't resist, can't keep my hands off of you, heck, even your being a breast man...I haven't had that in nearly 3 years. 

You're surprised that I don't seem to know how great I am. I told you that I've been depressed before, and am now. The main symptom of this is a lack of self-esteem. I'm willing to recognize that I'm a good student, but I don't feel smart. I'm willing to recognize that I'm attractive, but not irresistible enough to cheat on your fiancé over. 

I said that I was fine until Saturday. I just want you to know, I haven't been more depressed, just more interested in you. When you were in love with her to the point that 1) you reminded me of he and I, before we ever broke up and lost that innocence and 2) you didn't notice me as more than a friend, why would I try to maintain feelings for you? They were pointless, only because I missed him, and did not need to be acted on.

I was sober when we kissed. I knew what was going to happen as soon as we dropped off our other friend, and so was going to not come over. I was just going to drop you off. When you invited me up, I couldn't say no. When you offered me your sweatshirt, I smelled it, hoping to recognize something. When I said I was to sober to do anything, I meant it. But I didn't have the willpower to stop you after you kissed me. I wanted you to kiss me, because I wasn't about to kiss you, but wanted it so bad. I needed to feel what it felt like, and am so glad we did. Now, I know what there is between us. There is nothing between us, but a major crush.

Do you want to see me Saturday? I understand that tomorrow is too soon, but am afraid to see your fiancé the next time I see you. I'm afraid she'll see tonight written on my face, and know the instant she sees me. The front of my head knows that nothing is that obvious, but my intuition says that I won't be able to stop myself, that we've opened the gates to hell and aren't going to be able to turn back. I wish you hadn't stopped, because as much as I wanted to stop you, I couldn't. I just kept my hand on your shoulder, pushing you away as my other hand pulled your hips closer. I was most certainly in my own mind when I didn't stop you...but then I always say my problem is in not stopping something I know is bad for me. I'm ok as long as it doesn't start. 

I want to see you tomorrow, to know that everything is ok without anyone important nearby. I want you to know that you have done so much for me, in the very little time we've known each other. You've brought me the choir, you've brought back my faith, you've helped me smile when I wanted to cry. I don't think you know how passionate I am, how I throw myself into the things closest to me, that without strong Christians around me, I'm not a Christian, that without good friends I'm depressed, that without flirting I feel worthless. But, but flirting with you is so much more. I'm sure you saw me cry when we sang goodbye to you. I couldn't sing, I was so choked up. I've been in the choir a few short months, but can't imagine the choir without you there. I don't know if I want the leadership position I have without your smiling face, your happiness permeating the room.

I'm amazed at how much I have to say to you, that I didn't get to say earlier. I want to sleep in your arms tonight, I want to take care of you, I want you to see how beautiful you are. As I believe I said before, you don't know how much you mean to me. You've changed my life, even if I'm not in love with you. We both love separate people, but I hate that my being in love with him means I can't have you as well. I wasn't made for monogamy, but I'm the only girl who hasn't cheated on him. I don't understand how you can say that wasn't cheating tonight, because we barely did more than kiss. It was an emotional cheat, which is worse than any other, I feel.

I cheated on him not only with my body, but also with my heart and mind. I wanted what you offered, even as you so tenderly set it in front of me. I wanted to know what would happen, my heart wanted to be owned by you, for just that short time. Tell me, how do I forget you? How do I not tell him, and not hurt him? How do I pretend nothing has happened?

You've saved me, and have no idea, but you've killed something else, and have no idea...



Tonight



As usual you kiss me when I walk in, but this time I can tell something is different. You slide your hands into my hair, gently holding my head in your hands while you passionately kiss me. Your thumb tickles my earlobe, making me gasp and giggle. As I press my body into yours, you move to my neck, genly nibbling as you kiss and lick it.

I bring my hand up to rub your chest, when suddenly you grab my wrists and slam me into the wall, pinning my arms above my head. Shocked, I try to tug my arms free and you laugh at my effort. You take both wrists and hold them above me, and grab a fistfull of my hair with your other hand. You jerk my head to the side and return to kissing my neck and chest.

I'm so confused, turned on by your passion and scared of your strength.

You step back and tell me to undress, watching as I strip, revealing my hard nipples to you. You thrust me back against the wall, and pinch my nipples, ignoring my whimpering. I can feel your tongue circling them as you lower your head and suck on each nipple.

You step back and unbutton your pants, then reach for my head again. As you pull me close, you whisper. "I think you need to get me nice and hard for what I have planned." You force me to my knees and press my face to your crotch.

I look up at you pleadingly as you press your dick against my face, and you laugh. "go on, suck it! Be a good girl!"

I wrap my fingers around your cock and slowly lick the tip, gently squeezing it as you grow in my hands. I can't help but enjoy the salty taste and musky smell. You softly stroke my hair, then suddenly grab me and thrust your hard cock deeper into my warm mouth, moaning as I struggle. "I thought I told you to be good!"

After you've fucked my mouth all you want, you pull me up by my hair and push me towards the bed. I wriggle, try to get away, so you crawl on top of me and kiss me, pinning me to the bed. As I start to whimper again you slide a hand down to my soft shaven pussy and press lightly. "Seems like you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

"No" I whisper, hardly fooling myself.

You rub a finger along my smooth pussy, easily parting the warm wet folds, pushing your way inside.

"You little slut, you love this."

I squirm more, trying to break free. My heart is pounding and I can feel your cock pressed hard against my leg, throbbing. You lean over me, sucking on a nipple. It feels amazing as adrenaline rushes through me and your hands explore my body. 

Your hand reaches my neck and quickly tightens around my throat. I grab your wrist but I don't have the energy to do much about it. 

"Please..." I whisper. You glance up at me, grinning. "Please what?" 

"Please fuck me! Please, I need it, now" I squirm under your grasp as you squeeze my throat. "Please, I'll do anything you want."

"Of course you will, naughty slut! Open your legs" you command, pushing my legs aside and thrusting your cock against my pussy. You press forward, forcing the head of your cock into the wet folds. I lift my hips, begging for more. You pull back and smile, and wrap your hand around my throat again. You grin as I settle under your hand, and you slowly slide your dick back into me. I whimper, it feels so good, I just need you to fuck me, to get to that one spot that makes me lose everything, I'm pleading, begging you to fuck me. 

"Tell me what you want."

"Please just fuck me, fuck me hard, pound it into me"

You grab my legs, pull me toward you, and slam your cock into me, finally fucking me. I scream, my fingernails digging into you as I grab your back, your arm, anything I can hold on to. Your dick fills me up, stretches my pussy to take it all.

Suddenly you pull away, and climb off the bed. You grab my legs, pull me over, and tell me to get on my knees. You stroke your cock and slap it into my face, dripping sticky juices from my pussy. You tell me to clean it off, so I quickly lick every inch, then start sucking the tip. I love the thickness, filling my mouth and sliding towards my throat, as I try to take it all.

You tell me to get up, spin me around, and push me back onto the bed. You slide your hand along my dripping pussy as I crawl to my hands and knees. I reach down to grab your cock and stroke it a few times before sliding it towards my aching pussy. You fuck me slowly, making me squirm with delight when you slap my ass. I beg you to go faster, and thankfully you do. 

I can feel the tension building in me, making me cry out every time you hit that certain spot deep inside. My body starts to tremble as you grab my waist and slam your body against mine, pounding your cock inside me as I scream. Everything goes black as my muscles contract, squeezing around your cock, and I collapse. 

I can feel you still sliding in and out of my pussy, and your hand reaches for my head. I lean back and kiss you as you squeeze my nipples from behind. Suddenly you grab my hair again and slam my face down into the bed. You slide your cock out from my dripping pussy and rub it against my ass.

I let out a quiet protest, and you slap my ass and press harder against me. I move to crawl away and you growl, grab my legs and yank me back towards you. "Bitch, I'm going to fuck you, one way or another. You're going to take it. Struggle all you want, but you know you're just a dirty slut who wants to be fucked up the ass."

You hold my waist and wait for me to stop moving before sliding the tip of your soaking wet cock against my ass again. My fingers dig into the bed as you press harder and thrust your cock in, moaning as you slide deep in. I cry out, so you spank me. You carefully thread your fingers through my hair, lift my head, and ask me "Are you ready to be fucked like the slut you are?"

I nod, and you slide in and out faster, your balls slapping against my pussy as you fuck me harder. I scream out, begging you to fuck me, crying please don't stop. 

You slap my ass one more time before pulling your cock out. You groan as you cum all over my ass, covering me with the hot, sticky liquid. Together we collapse, numb and sated.



Tonight



Tonight he was going to fuck her, he was going to take this woman he loved and fuck her until her eyes were wild and dark with lust for him and her entire being cried out for more.

Closing the front door gently behind him, he walked through the house to the garden where she stood, glass of wine in hand. The late afternoon sun filtered through her cotton skirt showing her familiar yet stirring silhouette. Seeing her there, his wantonness was once again aroused.

Climbing the stairs to meet him on the patio she sensed he had had a long, hard day. Her intoxicating fragrance strengthening his carnal desire as her lips touched his. Drawing her closer he felt the warm tension of her body as she pressed herself seductively against his already hardening cock. She nuzzled into his neck and he found pleasure in her warm softness. Her breath quickened as he slipped his hand under her blouse and cupped her full firm breast, his thumb brushing over her now rocklike nipple. He pulled on it, twisting it slowly and he knew she wanted more.

She dipped her finger into her wine, and slowly but firmly traced the outline of his mouth with the full-bodied red liquid, allowing it to trickle gently past his moistened lips before slipping her tongue into his waiting mouth.

He drank in her sensuality as he gently lowered her onto the patio lounger, undoing the top buttons of her blouse exposing the top of her breasts. Lingering there, he took in the all too familiar sight, even after all the years together he had never tired of this woman. Slowly, deliberately he undid the rest of the buttons, gently brushing the soft fabric over her rounded breasts exposing them fully to his hungry eyes and the crisp evening air.

He was eager, eager now to have this woman as his mouth covered her breast and his tongue encircled her nipple, it responded to the attention. Oh how she wanted this man, wanted him to fuck her, wanted him inside her and she wanted to engulf his penis with her soft warm pussy.

Teasing her nipple he bit on it, softly at first then little by little he bit harder. She moved her hand under her breast and squeezed it gently, the fullness of it filling his mouth like a soft ripe plum, giving them both what they wanted. He pulled hard on the other nipple and heard her moan softly as her body responded to the pleasure it found. 

As he tantalized her erect nipples, his cock grew harder and he quickened the attention he was giving her. 

The breeze brushed his back as she removed his shirt and ran her fingers across his chest, taking in his manliness, caressing his nipples as she slid her hands down to remove his belt. 

He felt her fingers caressing the top of his penis, her touch soft like that of a butterfly, but his pulsating cock wanted more, she stroked him softly at first then harder as she felt him press himself against her eager hand. 

Her skirt was now around her waist exposing her pussy. She was like a ripe juicy fig yearning to be ravished. He explored her wetness with his tongue, flicking licking, gorging himself on her juices. He felt her pleasure as she surrendered to him.

Mounting him, she slipped her wet pussy effortlessly onto his waiting cock, her lips engulfing him, taking him to the place he had yearned to be. She rode him hard, she loved the feeling of him being inside her, penetrating, throbbing, thrusting, he pushed harder going deeper, she responded and arched her back before wrapping her legs tightly around his waist as they rolled over and now he was on top. He thrust himself harder into her and she responded by pushing up against him, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Her body ached for him and she found herself reaching the point of no return as she pushed hard against him.

She was there, her body shuddered and her wetness pleased him as he ground down hard on her. She felt him explode inside her bringing her back to a state of pleasure. They tensed their bodies as they reached that moment of ecstasy when they were one.

The long hard day he had experienced seemed to slip effortless away as they lay in each other's arms now contented and replete.



Tonight



You open the door and see me standing there. Sheepish, like always. You smirk and unlock the outer door and turn back into your place. I follow inside and lock the screen and close the door. I instantly see you have a female friend over. I didn't know this was going to be the case. I freeze. Your friend looks at me and turns to you.

"Who's this?" she asks.

"This is Patrick. He's my bitch. Whenever he can't stand being away from me he begs and whines to come over in the hopes that I let his take out his tiny little cock and allow him to cum." you reply as you step over and sit on the couch next to her.

I'm instantly red and look at the floor. She's instantly laugh, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No. I'm not. He's my bitch. Aren't you bitch?"

I mumble to the floor. REALLY embarrassed. I want to leave.

"What did you say bitch?"

"Yes." I repeat. Louder.

"Yes what, bitch?"

"I am your bitch Lisa."

Your friend is in shock. Laughing into her hands. "This is unreal."

"You think this is unreal. Watch this. Strip bitch!"

"No way!" your friend replies. I stand stock still.

"Did you hear me? I said, 'Strip bitch!'" you command. I stand still. "Bitch. You strip now or you leave and NEVER, EVER come over, call or text me again. Got it?" I nod and slowly remove my jacket. Then my shirt. As I continue to disrobe you turn to your friend. "I bet you right now, his dick is SO hard. I bet it's leaking out the top. He wants me so bad, but wait till you see his cock. I shouldn't even call it a cock. It's a tiny little pin dick." 

I have my shoes off and I begin to undo my belt. You friend laughs again, "This is so unreal Lisa." 

"Just wait." you reply.

I unzip my pants and begin to move them down. You both can instantly see a large wet spot on my boxer briefs as I kick off my pants. My dick is straining against them.

I stand there twitching. I do nothing.

"Strip bitch! Strip of fucking leave!" you yell.

I hook my thumbs into my shorts and pull them down quickly and kick them aside. Your friend is laughing so loud.

"Oh my god Lisa! This is so fucking hilarious!"

I'm bright red. All over.

"I know right? Watch this. Bitch!" you yell. "Bitch look at me!"

I raise my eyes slowly and look at you . When our eyes lock my cock twitches.

"Get on your knees and crawl over to the couch, bitch." you command. I'm frozen.

"Bitch, do what I fucking say and get on your hands and knees and crawl over to this couch! NOW!" you bark. I flinch but do not move. You are off the couch in a flash, so quick it surprises your friend and me. You grab my hair at the top of my head and yank me hard to my knees. "Listen Bitch, you do what I fucking say or your fucking leave. Got it?!" When you say 'Got It' you slap me HARD across the faces.

"Yes." I mumble.

"What?!" another slap.

"Yes!" I whimper loudly.

"WHAT?!" another slap. Both of my cheeks are red.

"YES!" I yell. Almost tearing up.

You roughly throw my hair and head back and cross to the couch. The room is silent. My eyes and her eyes are on you. You sit down. You cross your legs. You flip your long black hair back and lean forward. You speak is quiet hushed tones.

"Now. Bitch. Since you refused to crawl over hear on your knees. You're going to pull yourself along the ground on your fucking stomach. You're going to drag that little pin dick across my dirty floor that's been under my feet all day. Because that where a piece of shit like you belongs. Under my feet. SO get on your fucking stomach and get over here now. I want your mouth kissing the toe of my boot in 10 seconds or you're fucking leaving."

I stand motionless.

"One." you say. I fling myself to the ground, whimpering as my hard dick hits the carpet. "Two." I'm pulling myself along the floor. "Three." My cock is burning as it drags across the rough carpet. "Four." My lips are on your boot. "Five."

I'm out of breath. Your friend is speechless. You lift the tip of your boot under my chin so I look up at you. You smile. "Look at her. Tell her who you are."

I look, reluctantly from your eyes and over at her. "I'm Lisa's Bitch."

"That's right." you smile. "He's my bitch."

"Un-fucking-believable." she says.

"Now Bitch. I want you to stand up and show us your tiny little, dirt covered pin dick, so we can see it up close."

I' slowly get up until I'm standing just a foot from you both. My dick rock hard. I'm shaking so hard I can barely stand. "Who's. Dick. Is. This?" You ask, slowly.

"Yours, Lisa." I reply and then I can't hold it any longer. I start cumming, but it just drizzles, not shoots, out the end of my cock and lands all over my feet. Both of you stare in disbelief.

"You fucking little bitch. Did I tell you, you could cum?" 

"No, but..."

"Did I tell you tiny little cock it could cum?"

"No."

You stand and slap me hard. You grab my hair and I'm down on my knees again.

"Listen bitch, go to the bathroom right now. Get a fucking towel and get back out here and clean this mess up. Now! You have till ten!"

I leap to my feet as I can hear you count. I am in the bathroom. I grab a towel and come back out you are just sitting back down on the couch. I'm instantly back down on the floor scrubbing up my cum with the towel. I get all of it onto the towel. I sit up and look at you.

"Now lick your cum off that towel. Bitch."

I start shaking and bring the towel to my mouth and just stare at you as I lick the cum off the dirty towel. 

"Put the towel in your mouth and suck it out bitch."

I do. I'm helpless. I have to do what you say. When you're confident the towel is clean you tell me to stop.

"Now fold the towel nicely bitch."

I do.

"Now get the FUCK out of my house and do NOT even talk to me until I talk to you first! Got it?" You slap me across the face.

"Yes."

"Get out of here bitch!"

I stand and turn and head towards my clothes and discover they are gone.

"They are outside in the garbage can Bitch! I threw them there when you went to get the towel! I made sure the motion sensor lights are on and I knocked on my neighbors door! Better go quick!"

I fumble with the lock as I try to open the door, which you've locked. The moment I step outside, the door slams behind me. I dash, naked to the trashcan and begin digging for my clothes and behind me, though your door, I can hear you and your friend laughing. Laughing at me because now she knows what you and I both know.

I'm your bitch.



Tonight!



Tonight was the night, she just knew it, her fantasy would finally come true! Where else to meet up with some horny woman, but at a sex toy party. 

As Tanya thought out loud "mmmm there were suppose to be about 10-15 woman attending this sex toy party tonight. Maybe, just maybe, one of these horny woman would let me suck her pussy and she suck mine!" "MMMM"

July, the delicious hostess, arrived one hour earlier than the rest to set up the presentation. 

Tanya offered to help "July, tell me what I can do to help set up." 

July replied "help me unload and you can unpack that crate for me." 

Tanya continued to unpack the crate discovering many interesting toys, toys she only fantasized about using, both with her man and with another woman. Tanya offered July a drink and fixed herself one as well. Then she set off to make the punch – the name of the punch was "Orgasmic Punch" – what a blast!

Tanya blushed when July's eyes met hers and she licked her lips. As July unpacked some of the sexy panties that she sells and came across a pair of crotch less undies she stated to Tanya "this is what kind of panties I'm wearing tonight." Tanya wasn't sure how to take this, maybe she was coming on to her. Maybe July could be the one for tonight's fantasy to become reality!

Looking at all these toys and thinking about what July just said was making Tanya's pussy tingle with anticipation. They continued to chat while they set things up and had another drink. 

Everything was almost set up when some of the other guests arrived. Tanya offered the other guests a drink of the Orgasmic punch – one taste and they all said "OOOOOO" this is good! What a kick! 

Tanya replied – "drink it slowly ladies or you will be on the floor in no time." Lots of chuckles let out from the other woman and the sex comments and jokes started rolling.

July asked everyone to grab a seat and be comfortable so they could start the touching, tasting, feeling, licking presentation. How she said it was so erotic, after all she was selling sexual aids, toys, oils, edible undies, edible oils, all kinds of beautiful and kinky apparel.

Things started to heat up and the woman were all excited to get to their ordering. Lots of touching toys, licking flavours of oils, powders, etc. Lots of sexual talk and joking around, but Tanya couldn't wait until all the other ladies left, her hubby would be home and she planned on using some of the toys she wanted to purchase.

All the ladies went into a private room with July, one at a time and purchased their secrets, some of which the ladies couldn't wait to show their friends and hubbies. They all drank and had lots of laughs and then departed for the evening, leaving July and Tanya alone. 

Tanya was so horny and feeling good from all that punch she had so her inhibitions were gone. As she purchased each toy she opened up to July in hopes that she would make a move. Tanya knew her hubby would be home soon as she went and called him to tell him she was alone with July now. 

Tanya and her hubby had fantasized about making love to another woman all week before this party in hopes that maybe this would be the night.

July commented on how pretty Tanya was and touched her shoulder softly caressing her hair. "You have such beautiful hair and lovely eyes, your lips look so soft, would you be offended if I touch them?"

Tanya's eyes opened wide and she swallowed fast, her heart pounding faster and her breathing increasing and replied "I would very much like that." 

July pulled Tanya forward and her lips softly touched Tanya's. They kissed each other softly a few times and pulled away to look at each other. 

They continued to chat a little getting to know each other a little better, touching each other's shoulders, arms, slowly and carefully touching each other's breasts. July's hard nipples were popping out through her lace bra.

As this was happening Tanya's husband quietly walked in and peeked around the corner. The living area was lit with lots of candlelight and took a drink of the punch – "Wow! That's tastey!" 

As he continued into the dining area, the door was slightly ajar and he could hear his wife and July chating some sexy talk. July was describing in hot detail about the toys she didn't show – they were her personal toys to share with someone special. 

Rex thought to himself "Now that sounds even tastier!"

Tanya was getting so turned on by July's descriptions of her toys she had to see them "Show me!" "I want to see them."

Tanya pulled out a long purple double dildo. July said "This is my ultimate fav!!" Then she pulled out a flesh, realistic cock dildo and a harness... "This one I can use on myself or put it into this harness and share with a friend" "I know I can make you cum!"

At that comment Tanya was sure that this was the night, her pussy tingled and she squirmed in her chair. She looked towards the door and saw her hubby peeking in and new that this was her cue to continue this fantasy. 

Tanya asked "I have this fantasy" ... she continued ... "would you (a slight pause, slightly blushing)... Want to be part of it ... a fantasy with me and my hubby?" 

July smiled and said "YES – I'd thought you'd never ask!" 

July touched Tanya's head caressing her hair and moving her hand down to her neck, pulling her closer and staring into each other's eyes, their lips finally met, closed at first, and slowly pecking at each other's lips. They slowly opened their mouths, their tongues meeting for the first time, encircling each other's tongues and kissing each other very passionately. Their hands caressing each other's backs and moving down towards each other's buttocks. Both girls squirming in each other's arms, breasts rubbing against each other. Soft moans "mmmmmm" they let out as they continued to kiss passionately.

This was Rex's cue to come in ... the girls didn't see him yet as they were embraced in a hot passionate hold, lips locked, breasts squeezed against each other, moaning. 

Rex came up from behind July, his body touching her back and moved his arms around to his wife's back. 

The girls broke their kiss – he reassuring them that it was fine and introduced himself to July ..."It's a pleasure to meet you." 

He hugged them and then stepped back and said "don't let me interrupt where you were – I'll just sit here and watch for a little bit." 

So the girls looked at each other and took hold of their embrace again, with their tongues flickering at each other's mouths. 

July slowly undid the buttons of Tanya's blouse, gently brushing it off revealing her beautifully full breasts, her nipples hard and sticking out through the thin material of her lace bra. 

July caressed her ample breasts and pinching her erect nipples through the bra, squeezing them between her fingers. She leaned down and started to kiss Tanya's neck, whispered to Rex "come over and kiss your wife with me!"

Rex went behind Tanya and started to kiss the back of her neck, touching and squeezing her buttocks with his hands. July bent down and sucked Tanya's nipple through the lace, gently nibbling on them. Tanya sighed "mmmmm that's good" and turned to Rex to kiss him full on the lips, their tongues met and entwined each other.

July worked her way down Tanya's body, Rex undid Tanya's bra and removed it. July slipped her hands beneath Tanya's short skirt, only to find a hot wet pussy. 

Tanya was soooo wet and hot that she thrust her pussy towards July's roaming hand, wanting release. July flicked at her hard clit protruding through the flimsy wet panties. Tanya squirmed and moaned as July increased her flicking and teasingly removed her hands and squeezed her breasts as she got up to suck them. Her tongue flicking her nipples, sucking her boobs gently.

Rex reached over and grabbed the lubricant on the table, put some on his finger as he directed July to remove Tanya's panties, and she obliged. 

He reached down between Tanya's ass cheeks and slowly penetrated his lubed finger into her awaiting butt hole. Tanya arched her back to meet his protruding finger. July still sucking away at Tanya's breasts and now fingering her own pussy as well as Tanya's pussy.

Tanya was being finger fucked in both holes and kissing and sucking coming from both sides, her hubby and this lovely sexual lady. 

"OOOOOOOOOOhhh! She moaned as their thrusting increased knowing that Tanya was on the brink of orgasm.

"OHHHH, OHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHH! YES!" She came on both of their fingers squirming, both of them feeling her ass and pussy tighten with each wave.

They removed their fingers, Rex went and washed up and came back only to see both girls in a 69 position. Both of them digging into each other's wet pussy. 

Tanya on top sucking July's pussy and July sucking Tanya's pussy was more than he thought he could take – he grabbed his rigid dick in his hand and stroked slowly, not wanting to come to fast. 

He watched the girls suck and tongue fuck each other until they came together – writhing on each other's faces, pussy juices flowing all over their lips. 

Rex came from behind his wife and placed his hard dick into her wet hole. July continued to flick her clit while Rex fucked his wife, slowly in and out, digging deeper and thrusting faster. July flicked her tongue on his balls and licked Tanya's pussy, back and forth. July grabbed the double dildo and placed one end into her wet pussy while Tanya licked her clit. 

Tanya grabbed the dildo and thrust it into July matching her hubby's thrusts into her own pussy. They fucked and sucked like which seemed forever, both girls cumming numerous times, they were so wet. 

Lots of moans "OHHHHHH OHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH OHHHH MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm" screaming both girls as they came another time together. Rex trying not to cum yet, pulls out of his convulsing wife's hot wet pussy.

"She wants to fuck you honey – get on the other end of that," as he pointed to the double ended dildo, "I want to lick both your clits."

Tanya wasted no time and hopped onto the other end, slowly pushing it into her hot wet pussy. July squirming to meet Tanya's wet pussy with hers, pushing the dildo all the way into each of them, their pussy lips mashing together. 

Rex couldn't believe the erotic site of these two beautiful women fucking each other. Thrusting themselves together, mashing their pussies together, making all kinds of wet noises, driving each other into another wild orgasm. He bent down and started to lick their clits while they squirmed back and forth driving the dildo into each other. 

The girls both reaching over to stroke his hard dick, Tanya asked him "come closer to my face, I want to suck you." 

Rex moved as Tanya swallowed his hard dick, flicking her tongue over his head and swirling it around the tip, driving him wild. It was hard to hold off for Rex but he did, he wanted to suck his wife's pussy after being fucked by another woman, he knew she would be real tastey and wet! 

The girls thrust together faster and faster as they reached another orgasm. 

As their intense orgasm subsided they relaxed for a few seconds, then Rex turned his wife around and licked all her wet juices from her pussy lips, he could taste both girls cum on his wife's pussy – it was so sweet. Tanya squirmed and thrust her hips towards his probing tongue. He was an expert on licking and sucking pussy – he made her cum so hard on his face – the juice was flowing down his chin. 

July met his face and licked off the cum then they both took turns sucking and flicking Tanya's so very hot pussy. 

Rex need release now so he climbed up and thrust his hardness into his wife, her hip meeting his every thrust. 

July climbed on top of Tanya's face, onto her hard tongue. Tanya lapped up July's juices and ate her with all her might as she was getting the fuck of her life from Rex. "OHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!! 

As Tanya came on his dick, July was cuming on her face "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!! 

Rex fucked his wife so hard and so fast he couldn't take it anymore and with an immense explosion pulled out of his wife and came all over her ass. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! They all collapsed on top of the bed – hot, wet and tres satisfied!!!



Tonight...



I would come over to your house when it gets dark out. I get buzzed in and your door is cracked open. I would come inside and it's pitch black. I close your door and kneel down, and you would approach me and immediately put the colllar around my neck. Have me stand up, and pull my cock out of the top of my track pants. Using my cock to lead me, pull me to your bathroom. You would put me in the bathroom, and close the door. 

Once the door is closed, I would turn on the light and see your cock ring/ball spreader laying on the counter. I take off all my clothes so I'm completely naked and attach the tight ball spreader to my cock. My cock and ass are completely shaved, I just did it today. :)

Once I am naked with the ball spreader on, I would get on my knees and turn off the bathroom light. When you see the light go off from under the door, you would open the door and approach me. I woud want you to put your po@#ers under my nose and have me inhale while I'm kneeling in front of you and your cock is inches from my mouth. As soon as you give me the po@#ers, I want you to take your cock and rub it across my lips and cheeks, then feed it to me. After a few moments of getting me ready, pull me up by my collar and lead me into your bedroom. 

Have me kneel on the floor in front of your bed so my back is pushed up against it, and stand in front of me. Put your cock at the entrance to my mouth and have me suck on just the head for a moment. Put the po@#ers up to my nose again, and right after I inhale, slowly push your cock into my mouth till it touches the entrance of my throat. Keep pushing and see how far into my throat you can make me suck you. Once I start to slobber and drool a little, rub my saliva and your precum across my lips and face, smearing it all over me. I want you to fuck my mouth kind of rough, but not so bad that I puke. I want to have my saliva dripping all over my chest by the time you're finished fucking my mouth..

When you tire of this, I want you to lift me up roughly by my collar and push me onto your bed on my back. Straddle my chest, and kneel on my arms so I can't use them. From here I want you to again, feed me your cock while you take my head in your hands and slowly fuck my face. While I have your cock in my mouth, reach behind you and play with my cock, squeezing it tightly in your palm and stroking me a little. 

When you want, roll me onto my stomach and stick your tongue in my asshole, playing with it with your tongue and maybe a finger or two. After a moment of this, grab your lube bottle, stick the nozzle in my ass and squeeze a lot of it into my asshole. Once my ass it thoroughly lubed, put the po@#ers up to my nose, and then slowly slide your cock into my ass. Slow at first, but more and more until you are as deep inside of me as you can get. Slow thrusts at first, but after more po@#ers I want you to start to fuck my ass however you want to. If it hurts too much, I'll pull away and you can slow down for a little bit. 

When you're getting ready to cum, I want you to pull out of me and roll me over onto my back. Kneel in between my spread legs. Take off your condom, and jerk your cock until you cum. When you cum, I want you to try to get as much of it as you can on my cock. While you're cumming on me, grab my cock and use your cum as lube while stroking me.. Take one of my hands and put it on my cock with yours. I want you to help me stroke my cock until I cum as well. I'll probably shoot all over my stomach and chest, and I want you to rub it all over and put your hand up to my lips and rub my own cum all over my mouth and make me taste some of it. 

Once I catch my breath, you would again lift me by my collar and lead me to your bathroom and close the door behind me. I'll clean up, probably rinse off, and leave your ball spreader and collar in your bathroom. Make yourself scarce and I will let myself out....

Tonight?



Tonight



Tonight.

The word sends shivers down my spine. Tonight is when the pleasure begins for me and for my Master. I yearn for it and can feel every cell in my body vibrating from the strain of holding me earth bound. Every muscle vibrating from consciously willing them to stop tensing and coiling. It's as if I'm ready to jump from my skin and spread my arms and allow all the sunlight, heat and air to cleanse me of this madness that is lust. But to do that would mean that I couldn't share that same surrender with him.

Today. Today, is a day to be good as I cannot displease my master. He is the one constant in this swirling sea of emotions and feelings. And such a delicious constant, too. Today he has been embedded in all of my thoughts, actions and words. My tongue has been bitten, voluntarily, in order to keep this secret, to keep the pleasure for myself. I am selfish in that sense. Who would want to share this pleasure? Who would want someone else to be the focus of such diligent attention to detail. The very thought of his attentions somewhere else frightens me.

He is diligent in his examination of my faults and flaws, yet he relishes each one, like an collector that meticulously searches out the faults before putting it right back on the shelf where it's safe. The only difference is that he will play me like a harp: the lightest touch of his fingers causing my body to sing, cause my vocal chords to jump into motion. He'll listen to the sweet symphony of sounds that I offer up to him. And he never tires of them. Or so I hope.

In that end, I will do my best never to arouse his anger, nor to make him tire of me in any way. I believe this is why he wishes me to tell someone about tonight. To prove, perhaps, that I shouldn't be as selfish, shouldn't be so one-sided. Or maybe the act of expelling the truth about tonight will make the expectation grow. Telling someone is sure to keep it foremost in my mind should it not? It is a torture unto itself since I cannot work, without thinking about it.

I know his method: lure, seduce, wait and watch me writhe in pleasure for another touch, kiss or even a spoken word, and finally allow the barest of my requests. With the building intensity of a practiced storm he will make my knees tremble once more. I can feel the warmth of his hand hovering above my shoulder, willing me down without touching me. Can even feel the carpet flatten beneath my knees and hands as I kneel in front of him. By now I will be naked except for the piece of cloth hiding my most intimate of areas. It's doesn't matter that the dampness now clings to my swollen lips. all that matters is what he says and what he wants. It is uncomfortable only due to the cold from the central air which is now blowing across my shoulders. I dare not shiver.

"So, pet," he will begin, "have you followed my instructions today?"

I will respond with a yes, and will even include a nod for good measure. I can feel the breath escape my mouth in short inaudible gasps as I wait for what comes next. A stroke of a finger, a quick caress of his palm across my shoulder blades. What I would give to have him slide his hand across my collar bone, rub his thumb in huge circles across my throat and flex his hand ever so lightly to show his strength. Or better, to slide his hand still farther down to cup my breast in his palm and roll my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. But if I was truly lucky, his hand would dip to the cleft between my thighs, moist and warm from the sweet pleasure I've already endured, and stroke until I crested. His hand would mold to me to feel captured. No, it would instead absorb the heat, and yet again take from me the pleasure that brings me closer to the edge.

But he wouldn't go farther than that, he would whisper in my ear, biting and pulling at the lobe as a bored executive would play with a pencil on his desk.

"Are you ready for me Pet?"

I am too occupied with breathing and not releasing the pent up energy inside me that I can only nod. But it's not what he wants,

"On all fours." he would state with a bitter glint of chill entering his voice. "When I ask, I expect an answer, not a flippant nod or shake of your head. Last time I checked you were capable of coherent speech."

I quiver as I move forward to rest on my hands, my position perfect for him to deliver to me the punishment that will be as quick as his anger usually abates.

"Next time, you will answer me properly," his hand swung down, arcing through the air to land solidly on the back of my right thigh, "won't you pet?" The second hit cracked it's intensity through the air and to my ear. I wouldn't have needed the sound since the pain flashed through my nerves in an instant. There would be a red mark on my left thigh now.

"Remember that this is just a simple reminder. I know you won't disappoint me next time," another hand, this time connecting to the soft flesh of my right buttock, "will you?"

"Y-yes..." I would stammer, barely able to get the word out, but lost if I didn't.

"Good." He would stand suddenly, and I would feel his presence leave mine physically as the cold air rushes in to fill the space he evacuated. "Now where were we? Kneel." I move back to my knees, feeling the throbbing in my thighs. "Are you ready for me?" His hand wraps around my throat from behind and forces my head back. On instinct, or training, my eyes close and my mouth opens to a sigh, "Yes."

"Good, then stand and bend over the bed." I follow his orders, eyes downcast as he undresses himself. First the belt, then the shirt, then the pants. By this time I'd have taken my position at the end of the bed, legs spread and arms stretched in front of me. "Wider, pet." He would say, and I will do my best to accommodate him. Sliding his fingers beneath the band on my underwear he will dip his fingers in to feel the truth of my words. Pulling back he undoes the strap at my hip, releasing my underwear from that leg and allowing it to slide to the floor.

"Tonight, you will be mine in an entirely new way." I felt his thickness pressing up against me. The tip of him bumping against my damp opening." Tonight you will accept me everywhere." He pulsed against me, and this time the tip pressed briefly against the pucker of my ass. The thrills would return anew as I smile and lay my head back down against the bed cover.

Tonight he would have me. Tonight I would let him.



Tonight



"Baby...what are you doing?" Keryn laughed as a silk scarf was wrapped around her eyes.

"You'll see," Tamir laughed "Just trust me,"

"Trust you, huh?"

"What? You think I'm setting you up?"

"No...I'd just like to know what I'm getting into."

"Don't worry you're gonna love it.... But if you scream, I win."

Tamir led Keryn into the bedroom. Her sense of smell instantly recognized the contents of her surroundings.

Ah, candles...and roses? How did you have time to do this?"

"While you were in the shower."

"You're so romantic."

"You think..."

"It's a possibility."

Her ears fixed in on the music playing in the background, it was different, but then everything with Tamir was. He placed a soft kiss on her lips that became more passionate with every flick of his tongue. Keryn felt the heat between them and her clothes leaving her body. His hands barely touched her as he removed her bra and slid off her panties as if a ghost was undressing her.

"'Mir...where are you?"

"I'm still here," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere. Just concentrate on what you feel and I'll do the rest."

Keryn stood naked and nervous of what was about to take place. Tamir always let her have control of every part of their relationship...but in the bedroom he had ultimate domain. She stood almost untouched for a minute, the scent of the candles and roses and the music surrounded her. Then she felt his hands on her thighs. Her body tensed.

"Nervous?" he asked. "Because if you are don't be."

Tamir placed a kiss on her forehead, the tip of her nose and then just barely touching her lips. Her hands were then placed above her head and she felt something around her wrists. Keryn laughed lowly, she knew she had just been handcuffed. 

"Baby what are you up to?"

In one swoop she was picked up and lain on cool silk sheets. Her fear and her nature heightened all at once. This was strangely turning her on. Her body twitched as a feather was run up and down her body. Her ears focused on the music, which was now familiar:

I can't eat, can't sleep/you know that it's unnatural/what you do to me/you know that it's so sexual...

She moaned softly and Tamir smiled, knowing he was getting the response he wanted. His tongue met her ear and he played with her earlobe and kissed and bit at her neck. Her moans became louder as he trailed over her breasts and her belly to her navel and down her thighs...her calves then to her heels. Keryn gasped as he sucked on her toes one by one. He moved up the inside of her thighs before she could catch her breath and went for what he sought.

"I was going to wait...but I just have to taste you..."

His tongue moved slowly careful as not to miss one drop. Keryn squirmed underneath him as he opened her legs further going after what his appetite called for. It was becoming hard not to scream. Tamir worked at her relentlessly, his tongue trailed her body in every possible direction and he nipped and licked at her every peak and valley from her nipples to her clit and back up again until her moans turned into his name being called out over and over again.

"Just as I thought," he said as he bit one of her nipples. "You do taste as good as you look."

Tamir removed the handcuffs from her wrists and silently she was relieved, but Keryn knew this was far from over. The blindfold left her eyes and she focused to see him in front of her with a half-smile and she gave him one in return.

"I'm not done yet love," he said pressing on her shoulders making her lay back on the bed. "Just relax..."

He placed himself above her and kissed her deeply. She tensed as he entered her with one finger and moved back and forth slowly, then he joined it with another. Keryn's body relaxed and she began to follow his motions. She only prayed he felt as good inside her, if not better. He raised one of her legs, then the other. He felt her shaking underneath him and looked in her eyes.

"Baby, if you're nervous we don't have to. It can wait..."

" 'Mir...I want to...we've waited long enough..."

He started again, this time her body didn't resist him. Every breath left her body when he entered her and soon she relaxed again. His every movement was slow and loving. She started to enjoy herself as much as she did during the foreplay that came before. Keryn was making Tamir's head spin as her hips began to rock with his. She took to him as if it was all rehearsed, reacting to what she felt from him. Keryn's moans and pleads became louder driving him further into his mission. If he didn't take stock of all he was feeling, the moment would pass all too soon. The sounds in the room became louder as they became lost in each other. It no longer mattered who screamed first, it only mattered that they

climaxed together. Tamir felt Keryn on the edge of release, he knew she wanted to let go but wasn't sure how, he had to show her.

He held Keryn close not letting her body push him away. He kissed her feverishly and began to move faster. Suddenly she tore her lips away from his and let out the sound he waited for...a scream that triggered his own release.

They both lay still beathing heavily. Keryn's body still trembled underneath him. 

"You're still shaking..." he whispered placing butterfly kisses on her face.

"I know..."

"Well that means I'm not done."

"Well for now we have to be. What if my big brother catches us, he'll kill us both.

"I know. But one day he'll have to understand..."

"Right now, is not the time. Come on you have to go. We'll talk about this later" 

They quickly dressed in silence. Tamir grabbed the keys and headed for the door with Keryn close behind. The sound of keys in the lock stopped them in their tracks. "Kay, you home?" her brother yelled from down the hall.

"Shit!" Keryn whispered as they went back into the bedroom and closed the door. She slowly turned the lock and Tamir shot her a confused look.

"Larry is home...now what?"

"Go out the window and back around the front," she whispered opening her bedroom window. Tamir climbed out and did exactly as Keryn said. "I'll be out in a minute," she yelled down the hall.

Keryn walked into the living room and gave her brother a hug.

"Hey kid, what's up?" Larry asked.

"Nothin' just hanging out. Did you check the mail? I was waiting on something important."

"Nah..." he said pulling off his jacket. 

"I'll get it. Be right back."

She pulled open the front door just as Tamir was about to knock. He stood motionless not knowing what to do. Keryn just smiled.

"Hey...look who I found on the front step." 

"Man, I've been trying to call you all day. Where you been?" Larry asked giving Tamir a pound and a brotherly hug.

"I had something I needed to get into," he looked at Keryn and smiled. "My cell phone wasn't on, my bad. What was so important anyway?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask you about this girl who's occupying all your time lately. She must be pretty important."

"I'll talk to you about that later. I was coming by to see if you wanted a ride to the press conference."

"Uh, yeah. Give me about twenty minutes to change and I'll be ready to go."

"Take your time, " Tamir said sitting on the couch and putting his feet up on the coffee table. 

"So...what are you gonna tell him?" Keryn asked joining him on the couch.

"I want to let him know, Kay. I can't go on loving you like this and keeping it a secret."

"I know, but baby this will break his heart. It doesn't matter if I'm eighteen, He still sees me as a baby."

"I feel like we've hidden this long enough. He's gonna find out one way or another. I'd rather he find out from me. If he doesn't understand, we'll just have to make him." 

"I want to let him know too baby, but I think he'll take it better from you. You two tend to see eye to eye more."

"I'll tell him sometime during the course of the night. I'll find a way."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah...something's gotta give and it's gonna be today. I have to be with you out in the open, Kay. It'll all work out baby...I promise."

"I hope so," Keryn said leaning on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and kissed her forehead. Keryn wanted this to work out but she knew Larry would not approve. 

Larry came back into the room just as they broke their embrace. Tamir stood up and went to the door.

"We'll be back later sis," Larry said walking out the door to the car.

"Okay...I'll be here."

She watched them walk away. Just before she closed the door, Tamir turned and winked at her.

"Keryn, he is too damn old for you!" Larry said at the top of his lungs. "You're still in high school, what the hell were you thinking?" 

"I have had a crush on him since I was twelve. For him to see me as an equal was the biggest thing in my itty-bitty teenage world! This is what I've always wanted and you think telling me you don't approve is really gonna matter!"

"I don't like this shit not one bit..."

"Why? Because you see how he treats groupies...that he never takes a girl seriously? What about Keira...the girl who gave his baby away? You saw how that tore him apart, didn't you? Did you actually expect him to just bounce back and trust another female again after that..."

"...you ain't gotta lay out Mir's history to me, Kay. He's like a brother to me. I know what Keira did to him..."

"...and so do I. What you don't know is he confided in me about that back then and I understood. I saw how he treated girls after that and I used to hear you guys talk about the shit y'all did...every last one of you, not just him! So don't come at me like I don't know. It seems like you hate me more for this and he's not at fault. Well keep in mind it's Keryn and Tamir in the relationship...not just me."

"I just don't want to see you hurt, Keryn."

"You should know your brother better than that...even if you don't care to know me all that well. I knew you would be upset but this...this is ridiculous. If I haven't been hurt in three months I won't get hurt now...and if I do, then I have to live with it...goodnight." 

Keryn grabbed her long black leather coat and stormed out of the front door. She reached in her pocket and much to her relief her cell phone was still there. She had a phone call to make and it couldn't wait any longer.

After ten minutes on the front porch, a black Mercedes S430 pulled up in front of the house. Without hesitation she got in the car and slumped down in the seat. 

"I take it he went through the roof when he got home," Tamir said as they drove off. "Are you okay?" 

"Of course not. You know Keira came up in the argument, right?" 

"Why Keira? Of all women he brings up The Bitch." 

"Actually, I brought it up...he swears that I don't know what I'm getting myself into because of the person you turned into after she...you know." 

"Say it, she killed my baby. But that's in the past for me and I can't take that out on you. You really helped me make sense of everything after it happened. I guess that's when I really took a strong liking to you. You weren't little Kerrie anymore." 

"At least you don't see me that way. Thanks." 

Keryn closed her eyes and listened to the music pumping out of the stereo. As always, it was something unfamiliar to her ears but it had a calming effect on her. Next she knew, the car door opened and she looked up to find herself at Tamir's house. 

"I've never been here," she said hesitantly. 

"I know. There's a first time for everything isn't there? If you don't want to be here we can go somewhere else." 

"No this is fine. First time for everything right." She said putting a smile on her face. Seeing her smile made Tamir smile. 

They walked in and instantly she knew just like the bedroom this entire house was his domain. Nothing was out of place and the carpet seemed as if it was never walked on. Keryn had to remind herself that she wasn't breathing. 

"You like?" he asked seeing the smile forming on her face. Keryn just nodded in approval and went into the living room. "Now baby, what happened?" 

Sitting on the sofa, Keryn took a deep breath and started her story. By the time she was finished, she was in tears. Tamir hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. 

"Baby, it'll be okay I promise. I just need to work on him and so do you. We have to let him know we can handle this." 

"I just want Larry to understand. I don't want to lose you baby but I don't want to come between you two either." 

"I don't want to talk about it anymore, Kay." 

"What?" she asked sounding irritated. 

"No, no, no it's not like that. I want to spend tonight with you and at least for a little while, take your troubles away. Will you let me?" 

Again, she nodded. Keryn leaned into his arms and received the slowest, sweetest kiss. His hands trailed her waist up her back into her hair. Nothing mattered that moment to Keryn except they were together. 

"I want you to see something," he whispered while kissing her neck. He walked behind her and led her up the stairs. She hesitated to walk down the long dark hallway, but Tamir nudged her on. She stood in front of his bedroom door almost breathless dying to know what was on the other side. Slowly the door opened and he came from behind her and stepped in. Keryn took his outstretched hand and walked in. Her eyes widened at the sight before her. An all black bedroom, the only break in the color scheme was the mirrored closet doors. A California king-plus sized bed stood in the middle of the room covered in black silk. It was evident what his favorite color was. 

"So this is where you sleep every night?" she asked absorbing her surroundings. "Very nice." 

"Yeah, when I'm in town. I spend most of my time in here," he said sitting on the bed. It wasn't until now Keryn realized he left home to get her in just pajama bottoms, his favorite Nike's and a leather jacket. "It's just aggravating waking up alone." 

He pulled her close to him and raised her shirt. She moaned as he made circles around her navel with his tongue. She slid down and straddled his lap, smiling when she felt he was already hard between her thighs. Tamir pulled her shirt over her head and threw it across the room, letting out a low growl when he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. 

"I see you came ready for this," he said and took one of her nipples between his teeth. Almost instantly she was on her back, her black thong being slid off and joining her shirt on the floor. Tamir moaned as he pushed into her, his fingers entangled in her hair lightly tugging, as his strokes became deeper. Keryn's fingernails grazed his back as she began to shake in orgasm much sooner than she expected. Tamir smiled at this occurrence and went further into his mission putting one of her legs on his shoulder and teasing her clit with his thumb. Keryn cried out from the intense feeling going through her. She almost wanted to push him away but he felt too good to her to let it go. 

"Mir, you're driving me crazy..." she whispered. 

"That's what I'm supposed to do...thought you knew." 

"You can have me baby, I'm all yours." 

Tamir pushed into her harder bringing her closer to release again. Finally, they came together in a thunderous orgasm. They lay still and stared at each other both smiling. 

"Hey you," he said brushing the hair from Keryn's face. Her eyes were half-open. 

"Hey..." 

"Stay with me tonight." 

"Really?" she asked now somewhat awake. Seeing the seriousness on his face made her smile. "You really want me here?" 

"I wouldn't have it any other way. I told you I don't want to sleep alone anymore...I wanna see what it feels like to wake up next to someone I love. Now get some sleep baby, it's been a long day." 

"Yes, daddy." she said laughing as they cuddled up in bed. 

"I'm glad you're here, Kay." 

"Me too," she said quietly. Soon after she fell asleep with a smile on her face. Little did she know her bliss was about to take a serious turn.

"Hello," Keryn said sleepily. For the first time in two weeks she was getting more than four hours sleep in one night and someone had to wake her. 

"Hey baby...miss me?" 

"I was just dreaming about you," she smiled. "Of course I do." 

"I only got a minute so I just called to say I love you and I'll be home for your graduation." 

"You will!" she said sitting straight up in bed. "I thought you weren't going to get back in time." 

"Well I am. I figured since I can't take you to your prom I might as well be at your graduation. Well look honey I gotta go...I call you again soon." 

"Okay...bye." 

Keryn was excited but soon fell back to sleep from exhaustion. Soon after she dozed off the telephone rang again. 

"Hello," she answered but this time she was annoyed. 

"Hey kid, wake up. I need to talk to you...now." 

"Come on Mark, I'm tired. I've been running around like crazy straightening out things for y'all since I left." 

"Thanks baby sis, but this is more important." 

"Alright what?" frustration showed in her voice now. 

"Mir's been spending time with someone and I think you need to know about it." 

"Who? Tell me, I wanna know!" 

"It's best I let you see it for yourself. Take my credit card and get on the evening flight to Atlanta tomorrow. We're doing two shows. I got somebody to meet you and take you to the hotel. Her name is Keesha; she's one of my girls from way back. She'll explain it all to you on the way." 

"Mark what's going on..." 

"I can't say. Just get on that plane." 

Mark hung up without another word. Keryn just held the phone in silence. Sleep was no longer an option now. She got a small bag together and paced the house. She called up her best friend Dionne and had her come over. 

"Girl, it's three in the morning, this better be good." 

"I think he's cheating on me." 

"Well, it's to be expected...he is a celebrity..." 

"I know, Dee..." 

"...on tour..." 

"I know, Dee..." 

"...with all the women throwing themselves at him..." 

"Alright Dionne! You're not making it any better," she said near tears. "That's why I'm going up there." 

"Say what? So you're going to just go up there..." 

"Mark called and told me I need to see it for myself. So, he's paying for my plane ticket and I'm going to find out what's going on." 

"You're setting yourself up for a serious heartbreak, Kay. I wouldn't do it. Just chalk it up to him being a man and a famous one at that." 

"That's no excuse. Not to mention ten minutes before Mark called, he called to say goodnight and that he loved me and he'd be home for graduation." 

"Covering his ass so you don't suspect anything...but the one thing I don't get is how is his boy ratting him out?" 

"Reality check I guess," Keryn said. "It's funny though..." 

"What's funny?" Dionne asked sitting on the bed next to her best friend. 

"How come my brother hasn't said anything?" 

Twelve hours later... 

Keryn and Dionne stood in the airport at the designated place they agreed to meet Keesha. Suddenly, a fair-skinned, well-built woman walked up to them. 

"Keryn?" she asked. 

"Keesha? Hi. Nice to finally meet you." 

"Sorry our conversation was so brief but it had to be. I'm sorry I had to meet you under these circumstances." 

After a brief introduction they were on their way to the hotel. Keryn was briefed on the reason for the late night phone call and her sudden trip to Atlanta. When they arrived at the hotel, a huge crowd was forming outside, so they went through the parking garage entrance. 

"So that's why you're here, Keesha said as they got on the elevator. "I just did a favor for my nigga by meeting you. I'm sorry but from here, you're on your own." 

"It's cool, thanks," the nervousness showed in Keryn's voice as she and Dionne stepped off the elevator. 

"Where is he," Dionne asked after walking through a crowd for fifteen minutes and not spotting anyone. "You'd think they would show up at their own party on time. 




Tonight



"They never do. It's their prerogative to show up late. This crowd is here for them...as always." 

As they walked through the crowd looking around. Dionne happened to hear a conversation two girls were having as she was on her way back from the bathroom. All she heard was one name and she went over to her best friend and brought her to the conversation. 

"He says he's all in love with her but if he was he wouldn't have been with me last night..." the girl said with a smile on her face. "Besides I can get him back whenever I want..." 

"Keryn instantly recognized the girls face and her heart stopped. She stood motionless with tears forming in her eyes as she listened to the girl talk about Tamir, how he forgave her for the baby and how the spent the past three nights together and they were..." 

"...the most spectacular nights of my life. I told you he still loves me." Keira smiled. 

Keryn just turned and walked away with Dionne close behind. She went to the lobby of the hotel and found a piece of paper. On it, she scribbled a note and went to the front desk and asked for an envelope. In it, she placed the note and the diamond solitaire from her finger. As she got ready to give the lady at the desk instructions for the package, his personal assistant walked up behind her. 

"Hey, Keryn! Your brother is going to be glad to see you he said giving her a hug. 

"Well I can't stay...I gotta go, you know school and everything. Can you give this to Mirfor me when you see him. It's pretty important and I didn't trust it in the mail." 

"Sure thing, kid see you later. Have a safe flight back." 

She didn't even respond. Dionne hailed a cab outside the hotel and made their way back to the airport. She saw the tears forming in Keryn's eyes and gave her a hug. 

"I'm sorry, Kay I really am." 

"I know...me too. Let's just go home."

Graduation Day... 

Keryn got home after celebrating with her friends. High School was finally over and college was right around the corner. She walked in the house to find an arrangement of balloons and roses in the living room surrounded with gift-wrapped boxed of various sizes. She smiled knowing most of them probably came from Larry. 

She sat at the table and opened the gifts one by one. From Woody: a leather jacket she admired in a store window and a leather-bound bible with her name embossed in gold letters on the front with the inside signed simply "God Bless". From Sisqo: a very revealing leather outfit with a note attached: "For a beautiful young lady, knock 'em dead with this fit for the summer. Congratulations!" From her big brother: a small box with a set of car keys inside. The note attached said, "All the rest of your gifts are in the car...it's being delivered tomorrow. Better late than never." 

The rest of the gifts were from family and the group's road crew wishing her well in the future. One small jewelry box remained on the table with no note attached. She opened it to find the diamond solitaire she returned to Nokio. 

"...you never gave me a chance to explain." He had been waiting the whole time in the darkness of the hallway until she opened the box. Keryn stood in front of him in total disbelief. 

"What do you want? I made it clear to you to go to hell." 

"Where do you think I've been? Kay, nothing happened with Keira and I...at least not what you think. I didn't sleep with her...she made it all up." 

"Really?" 

"That's what Jazz told you isn't it? Baby I wouldn't lie to you. I know they all told you. Mark though I was preoccupied with her and was forgetting about you, he figured I needed a..." 

"...reality check, so I heard. Then why didn't you tell me she was working the tour?" 

"Because she was on one of the other artist's crew and she kept creeping her way around. Besides, it didn't phase me until she showed up at my room right after I hung up with you. I didn't even know she knew your face until I got the ring back from you and she told me you were there. She lost her job cause of what she did. Kay, I can't blame you for being mad. I just want one chance to make it up to you." 

"I guess it would only be right. What 'cha got?" 

There's a note on your bed...follow the instructions and I'll see you later." Nokio headed out of the front door without another word. 

Keryn headed for her bedroom and when she opened the door a black rose was on the bed with the note attached that simply stated,..."Open your closet" 

In the closet was a long black silk evening gown with another note attached: "A car will be there to pick you up in an hour. I'll be waiting." 

She got dressed carefully but quickly and waited for the car to pick her up. She had no idea what her next move was and she didn't care. Exactly one hour later a black limousine pulled up to the front door. 

She got in the limousine and instantly she figured out what he was doing. Keryn smiled and was bubbling on the inside from the excitement going through her. I her heart he was already forgiven. He was giving her the prom she missed. 

Keryn was escorted from the limousine to Nokio's front door. As always, the house was completely dark. She took a deep breath and stepped into the house. Nokio stood in the middle of the living room wearing a black tuxedo with no shirt. He looked too good for words. 

"You did all this for me?" she asked. 

"Anything for you...you like?" 

"I love it...but why?" 

"I know I was the reason for you missing your prom. You didn't want to go with anyone else and then the day before, all that other shit happened. I figured there was no other way to make it up to you but to do this...so here we are." 

"Thank you, love for everything." 

"Anything for you baby girl," he kissed her passionately. "But wait there's something missing." 

"Tamir it's perfect, what else could be missing?" 

"This," He pulled the solitaire from his pocket and held it in front of her. "I'd be honored if you'd wear this again...under one condition." 

"What's that?" 

"If you never take it off again." 

"Under one condition...that you never give me reason to take it off again." 

"I promise," he said before getting on one knee and placing the ring on her finger. 

"Oh, the love in this room!" Sisqo said coming out of the shadows of the hallway with Keryn's best friend. They were both dressed in prom attire down to the corsages and tuxedo with tails. 

"Dee you knew about this! I should kill you!" 

"Girl and miss a chance to wear this prom dress again. Not to mention go with a legit date. This was the best secret I ever kept." 

"I stuck my nose where it didn't belong and I'm sorry Kay, " Sisqo said hugging her. "But hey I made up for it." 

"The gifts were beautiful thanks for everything." 

"Can we get this party started please?" Jazz asked coming through the front door with his date. "Sis you deserve this. It's your night." 

Keryn wanted to cry but she was too happy. She was with her friends, her family and the man she loved. Tonight was the best night of her life.



Tonight



Tyrita walks into the door of her new apartment. She walks into her bedroom and found a note on her bed. Curious as to how it got in the house and who else is in here she walks over to read the note. 

"You will go to the Riverfront Park. Look for the park bench next to the Carousel."

Figuring that this could be fun, she jumps in the shower and relax a bit before going on her adventure into the unknown. Later she jumped into the car and heads to the park. As she walks around she feels like someone is following her, watching her every move. Tyrita walks toward the instructed bench and looks behind her. The feeling that someone is following her is gone. 

On the bench a gift box is there with another note. Curiously she picks up the note and reads it. “Now that you’ve arrived open your gift.” She puts the note down and begins opening her gift. Inside the box is a small envelope with another note and a plastic card inside. The plastic card reads “Doubletree Suites”. She reads the second note which gives her another set of instructions.

“Room 414, Doubletree Suites, 10:00 p.m.”

“This is getting a little strange, I wonder if….No he had to go out of town to visit his mother.” She thought to herself. She picks up her cell phone to call and make sure her fiancé’s flight was alright. After a couple of rings he picks up.

“Hi beautiful. What’s up?” Marcus says.

“Nothing baby, I was just making sure you got in safely.” She replies. “I got in only 30 minutes ago I’m actually on my way to Columbus now. Are you sure you’re alright? You seem a little edgy”

She stammers “Umm…nothing is wrong I…I was a little agitated wondering if you got in alright.” She looks at the clock on her cell phone and notices it’s almost 10. “Baby I got to go; I’m late for a movie with Kara.” 

“Ahh ok. Well you two have fun. I love you baby” he says. 

“I love you too.”She hands up the phone and starts on her way to the hotel to figure out what’s going on. When she arrives in the hotel, she walks to the front desk and ask the clerk. “Hello, can you tell me where room 414 is? I’m supposed to be meeting someone here.”

The clerk looks at her then secretly looks behind the desk at a photo, which was left by the mystery person. “Mrs. Rayford, I was asked to give this to you.” The clerk hands Tyrita a small box with a bow on it. 

“Who left this for me?” she asks. The clerk looks at her and smiles, “I do not have an answer for this madam I just came on shift and the instructions were left here. You will find room 414 by taking the elevator to the 4th floor and make a left.” She takes the gift and starts her way to the room. On her way up to the fourth floor, she opens the box, which contains a small bottle of perfume. The elevator door opens and she walks toward the hotel room. She begins to feel someone behind her again. Slowly she reaches for the door handle not sure if she should do this. Quickly she turns around startled by a woman who walks by.

Her hand touches the door knob still quivering in fear of whom, and what’s behind it. “This is crazy but what the hell.” She slide card into the slot and turns the knob slowly pushing the door open.

“Hello?” no answer. As she walks into the room she smells something sweet in the air. The lights in the room begin to come on to a slow dim. She becomes more interested as to what this smell is. She looks down wondering what she is stepping on. Rose petals. She closes the door and starts to look around. She walks around to see candles around the room and something on the bed. She looks at the box on the bed with another note on it. 

“Put this on…don’t forget the perfume”

She opens the box and sees a beautiful black silk evening gown. She walks to the bathroom to put the evening gown on. When she comes out of the bathroom, she wonders what she’s suppose to do next. She sits down on the bed with the bottle of perfume in her hand. She sprays a little on her neck and is amazed by the scent of it. She lays down on the bed thinking to herself…before she knows anything she passes out.

The lights in the room dim and a shadowy figure enters the room. His eyes look upon his prey unconscious as he planned. He walks next to the bed and opens the drawer to pull out what looks to be silk ropes and a blindfold. Limb by limb he begins to tie her to the bed. He then takes a cloth and wipes her neck of the very potent perfume. After he blindfolds her he walks inside the bathroom and starts to undress. The strange figure walks into the shower… 

Moments later, she wakes up and begins to struggle realizing that she’s bound and blinded. She starts screaming in fear for who and why they are doing this too her. The figure walks up to her ear and whispers “Do not fear what you walked into.”

“LET ME GO YOU BASTARD! WHO ARE YOU!!” she screams.

He begins to run his hands over her body. She still continues to struggle and scream. He knows her, he knows how she feels, he knows where and how to silence her. He kisses her softly on her neck pressing his tongue into her flesh. Her screams begin to soften into moans. 

“Please don’t do this to me, I’m begging you, who are you? TELL ME!” she says with a shudder of fear. The man begins to caress her shoulder and begins to kiss her soft lips. His hands start to slide down her body softly touching the inside of her legs but not the spot that Tyrita hopes he would not touch. Then he starts to unclasp the gown from behind her to remove the front the gown to give him access to areas only her one true fiancée had access to. He softly runs his hand over one of her breast. She starts to moan more, but with not as much fear as she once had at the beginning.

He softly begins kissing one of her breasts and he takes her nipple in her mouth and starts to softly bite it. As her pleasure builds she begins go no longer worry about who this person is. She craves more of what this man is giving her. She realizes that this is familiar to her, it’s almost as if it were her fiancée but so different. He grabs the remaining portion of the evening gown and rips it off of her. She starts to become afraid of what he will do to her. 

He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a piece of ice and start trailing it across her neck, as he does this he licks up every drop behind it causing her to moan loudly. The ice moves slowly down to her breast and around her nipples causing them to rise to attention. He licks over her nipple realizing how sensitive she’s become. 

“Ohh, please tell me who you are…..mmmmm, God please!” Tyrita moans. As the ice melts he starts trailing the rest of the way down to her pussy with his tongue. Softly, he breaths over it causing her to shiver in pleasure. His fingers softly touch her clit spreading it apart as he pokes his tongue out licking it. Her moans become louder and louder with each lick get gives her. After playing with her clit he starts sliding his tongue inside her pussy getting a taste of what she felt didn’t belong to him. 

He now climbs on top of her taking her breast in his hands squeezing them violently. He bends down and whispers in her ear “You are mine, and no one will stop me you little slut. You shouldn’t have come here.” He takes his now hard cock and places it on her pussy. She starts trying to pull away from him, but he chuckles at her struggles and slides his cock deep inside her wet pussy. He begins fucking her pussy fiercely and for each stroke inside her she screams and tries to fight him off.

She screams, “OOOO PLEASE DON’T…DON’T DO THIS TO ME! I CAN’T PLEASE! NOOOOO…” Her screams start to fade as she begins to enjoy the punishment she’s receiving from this person. “Don’t stop plllleeeeeeeeaaaassssseeeeeee, fuck me yes, yes!!” He pulls out of her and starts to untie one of her legs. He now takes her leg and throws it over his shoulder while sliding his dick back insider her now wanting pussy. Slowly he starts to sink deeper inside her. Her moans start to match with the rhythmic strokes of her captor. Viciously he bites her thigh and starts to pound his cock deep inside her. She starts to scream because of how painful and pleasurable this is to her wishing her very fiancée was just as violent as this. It is this that she’s wanted from her lover for so long but he would never give it to her. 

“Fuck me, fuck me harder you fucker! You brought me into this, do it right! FUCK ME!! AWWW YES, YES, FUCK ME, YESSSSSSS!!!” As she starts to cum he pulls out of her and throws her leg down to the bed. “NO!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS! DON”T STOP! ANSWER ME!”

He takes one of her arms and unties it from the bed, but then ties it to the other arm turning on her side. He picks up her free leg once more and puts it behind him and he puts his cock next to her pussy once more. “Yes…yes slam it into me bab- AGHHHH!! NO DON’T”

He grabs her head and pulls her hair and grabs his cock and slides it into her ass. Her body quivers in intense pain as her captor’s thick 9½ inch cock slides inside her ass fucking it raw. He pulls out of her knowing that he hurt her enough and dips his cock inside her still wet pussy. As he gets it wet enough he puts his cock back insider her ass gently until she begins to moan pleasurably to his soft strokes. His hands reach around to her pussy to softy caress her throbbing clit. Her body no longer feeling pain gives in more and starts to move her body into the strokes that her captor gives her. His hands begin to rub her breasts, softly squeezing them. 

He begins see that she is giving into him. As he pumps his cock inside her he reaches over and unties her hands with just a simple pull of the silk rope. Her free hand slides over her breast softly pinching the nipple. Then she moves her hand toward her captor and pulls his head toward her lips wanting to kiss this man. She no longer cared who he was; she no longer cared why this was being done to her. She only cared about how good it felt, how it was so new, how she wanted…more.

She tried to reach for the blindfold, but he caught her hand and bent it behind her back. For that he started to pull her arm and fucked her harder slamming into her deeper, more violent. For minutes he continued what looked to be punishment to the mere eye, but to her it was 100% pure pleasure.

He then slid his cock out of her ass and climbed on top of her. He slid his cock inside her pussy once more. He looked at her and could only smile at her at her face. Slowly he pumped inside her being gentle, being compassionate, and being romantic. She now began to get close. He felt this and he was beginning to feel the same way. 

“Do it, cum inside me, OHHHHHHHH YYYYYEEEESSSSSS!!!!!” she screamed. Together they came. Their screams filled the room and the captor removes the blindfold from her eyes. As she tries to recover from her orgasm, she opens her eyes only to see that it is no other than her fiancé, Marcus. 

He looks at her smiling and says “I love you baby, I love you.” She takes him into her arms squeezing him close to her and gasp in his hear “You pull a stunt like this again…I’ll break both your arms.”

Together they lay in bed holding each other. They stare into each other’s eyes as they fall asleep to what was the best night of their lives.


The End



Tonight - A Brief Story Of Submission



Tonight I know we will be watched, by whom I do not know. I'm standing in the room naked, I've put on my wrist cuffs and blindfold and now I must be patient. 

You enter the room, even without shoes on I can hear more than one person. Before I can begin to panic you are standing next to me with your hand resting on my hip. 

You whisper in my ear, "relax you are safe, I am with you no harm will come to you." 

Truth be told I am less nervous about harm, I know I can trust you. I am just self conscious that there is someone else in the room. Someone looking at my naked body, the body that I loathe most days, the body that I see as fat and undesirable, the same someone who likely will be allowed to use my body before the night is over. 

"Raise your arms." 

As I do so, my wrists are clasped together and then suspended overhead. Not too high to cause discomfort but enough to help keep me in place and them out of harms way. I was able to catch a glimpse of a few of the things you had laid out on the table, nothing that will cause me harm but will get my attention. I know that you will bring a pink glow to my skin, make it so that when you are finished every touch no matter how light it may be I will feel it. I am so excited, I have been looking forward to the awakening of my senses all day as I prepared for this evening. I want you to push the limits just ever so lightly. 

"Spread your legs apart and keep them there." 

I hate this part. I like to wiggle and this command is one of the hardest for me to obey. It also means that you have full access to my pussy and our visitor can see it as well. A part of me is ashamed, I feel like a slut, standing there naked and allowing this to occur and a part of me is becoming aroused. I know that soon it will be evident to all that I am aroused, I will not be able to hide it.

Your hands caress my skin, lightly brushing over my body. Soon it will begin. Soon I will feel the sting. 

Thud! The flogger makes contact with the skin of my back; again and again it makes contact with my skin. You move to my ass and the back of my thighs. No part of my back is missed. Slowly you make your way around to the front of me, this will also feel the sting of the flogger, my breasts will sting, so will the flesh of belly. Even my pussy gets a little taste of the flogger. 

I'm always amazed that you can change to different instruments with such seamless ease. Each one has a different feel some harder than others, some are softer; the contrast heightens my senses and causes the sting to linger on my skin. I can feel the warmth of my skin even the lightest touch of your hand I can feel. My pussy is dripping wet and my nipples are hard. 

"Are you ready?" 

I nod my head yes. My arms are released and I am led over to a chair where you sit down. 

"Lay across my lap, you have a spanking coming to you." 

My heart skips a beat; I had hoped you had forgotten or would at least punish me when no one else is present. I lay across your lap, fighting back tears; I will not embarrass you or myself by objecting or fighting this. 

"Dear, I want you to remember this ass and pussy belong to me. It is mine, I will take care of it. I will use it when, where and how I want to. You need to remember this and obey my rules. Twice this week you have disobeyed. What are the rules?" 

I'm to take a cleansing enema every day. I am to wear a but plug whenever I am out in public, I am not to wear panties so you have access to my pussy and ass at any time. 

"Who's pussy and ass?" You ask. 

"It is your pussy and ass" I respond. 

"I'm going to give you ten swats, you are to count them out loud." 

Swack! "One" I squeak out. My skin is so sensitive after just being flogged and beaten that even the slightest swat hurts. Swack! "two" Swack! "three" Swack "four" I know he's not hitting hard, but my flesh feels so raw and I'm so embarrassed that there is someone else watching my punishment. "Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten." 

I am grateful for the blindfold; it hides my tears that have escaped." I know my ass must be bright red by now and I can't bear anymore. You help me up to a kneeling position and take me in your arms and give me a kiss and a long hug. 

"Now let's go have some fun" I can hear the smile on your face. 

You lead me to the bed and once again my arms are restrained. I know that this is not to prevent me from moving, for I can easily reach the release. It allows me to mentally relax and enjoy what will happen next. It's my mental hang up, I need to "think" that I am restrained that I have no choice. 

You slide my legs apart and bend my knees up. "Can you be a good girl and keep them open or do I need to tie them up to?"

"I can keep them open." My face is now as pink as the rest of my skin. I can feel your weight shift on the bed and feel you move up closer to my head. 

"Relax, enjoy, cum as often as you like."

Then you leave the bed. Again I feel the bed shift our guest is now next to me. I still do not know if it is a man or a woman. Finger tips brush across my sensitive skin. I can only smell clean soap, no cologne, no perfume, and no hint of who this might be. Finally a hand cups my breast, it's soft but large a tongue flicks across my nipple and I feel facial hair. Through my mind runs two thoughts - "it's a man" and then "why does it matter" I take a breath, lick my lips and relax. 

His hands and tongue are exploring my body; I'm being touched in places and ways that you have not done so before. I feel his teeth graze across my skin; it sends thrills of pleasure down my spine. Again I feel his teeth along my neck, my body reacts on its own I raise up to meet him. He ever so slowly works he way down my body, then he hesitates, is he teasing? Looking for an ok from you? I showered and shaved just shortly before you arrived, I know I'm clean. I'm soaking wet, but I'm clean. Then I feel his breath and that first sweet lick. He teases me as if he has known me before, his hands touch all the right places steadily he brings me closer to my release. My body reacts on its own, my head rolls back, moans escape from my throat, my hips rise up to meet his mouth. He slides fingers inside me and begins caressing me, touching that sweet spot. It only takes a moment and I cum, my whole body cums. 

He stays with me slowly bringing me back to here and now. Then he places a hand under my hip and pushes me to roll over. I do so willingly, I assume a kneeling position and feel him there with his hard cock pressing up against me. I push back on to him, after he gives me a moment to adjust he begins a steady rhythm. For a fleeting moment I wonder if you are masturbating while you are watching. I can't think about it for long, I'm enjoying having my ass fucked too much to think about you, and my next orgasm is quickly approaching. I have no idea where the words come from, it's almost like they are instinctual, raw, harsh, but I can't stop them from coming out of my mouth. I am begging him to "Fuck me, please fuck me, yes, deeper, yes, yes please yes!" 

I cum and he continues to fuck me, it feels so good. Another wave of pleasure washes over me and I feel him cum deep inside of me. When he catches his breath he leans up and whispers in my ear a soft thank you. 

I hear you say to him, "You are welcome to stay and watch for as long as you like and there are clean towels in the shower if you would like to use it." Then you ask me, "did you enjoy yourself?" 

"Yes, very much. Thank you." 

"Now it is my turn" you reply with a cackle. You enter me without any warning. While I am startled at first, I quickly begin to move in rhythm with you. Soon I am begging you to fuck me. The words are so vulgar and yet for the second time that evening, I can't seem to keep them from escaping from my mouth.