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Unfinished

By: ChevyGirl67



It had all started from friendly taunting, she had only the best of intentions of just being a friend to him. Yet the guilt that she was even at his apartment was always just below the surface. The image he created in her mind from the time she opened his apartment door. His long languid body stretched out and relaxed in his recliner, the sound of his deep voice sending a nervous chill down her spine despite the warm July weather as he called for her to 'Come in.', would stay with her long after she would leave.

Their friendly bantering had always turned into play fighting the past two times she had came to his place. Perhaps it was just a reason for them both to touch each other without feeling the pressures of attraction, perhaps not. But either way she had thoroughly enjoyed his touch, a little more than she would like to admit.

Her mind kept her in denial the majority of the time due to her own insecurities. So when he had her hands pinned behind her back and his warm breath was cascading over the slender column of her neck, she tried to pass it off as a mistake. Or when she felt his breath in her hair, surely he couldn't be doing that intentionally. Her body melded to his of it's own accord, nuzzling her plump heart shaped ass into the front of his jeans, hopefully he didn't notice that it was on purpose. She never tried too hard to get free of his grasp because she enjoyed the domination a little too much. 

Finally twisting within his grasp she managed to get free, but not for long as he wrestled her to his carpeted floor. Her upper body was partly on the couch and her hands trapped on either side of her head. The weight of his lower body held her in sweet captivity. A scarlet flush crept into her cheeks when she realized he was so close she could smell the alcohol and orange juice on his breath. Her guilt and attraction to him were just too much to handle as those thick black lashes of hers closed over blue eyes for a moment or two. Her mind weighing the consequences and her body damning her mind.

His lips were only a whisper away. She had desperately entertained the thought of his kiss so many times before this point. Yet even with his warm breath feathering over her honey colored lips, she couldn't close that fraction of space between them. His eyes were dancing with that impish glimmer of light she had come to know although when she had first met him, it almost seemed as if his face might break if he dared smile. There was no way she was able to keep the mood light and playful with his muscled body above hers in that controlling position.

He must have witnessed the change in her expression because his strong features became more serious, more seductive. Her blue eyes darted down to his lips, watching them as they enticed her, called out to her for a taste. Unable to resist temptation any longer, not being exactly sure who had initiated the kiss, but knowing how god damned good it felt to have his mouth on hers made her whimper in the back of her throat. His tongue met hers, reaching all the way to the dark recesses of her mouth. The tip of her tongue playfully tickled at the ball of his tongue ring, which she had fantasized about on more than one occasion.

Feelings of desire coursed through her body, a ball of heat spread like fiery fingertips in the pit of her stomach as a swift kick of arousal hit her like a tidal wave, washing away her shame and leaving only wanton abandon. Her body arched towards him, pressing those pert breasts lightly against the broad expanse of his chest. He let his hands wander down and slip under the hem of her shirt, his large palms sliding over her silken skin. 

A shiver of passion erupted in the wake of his touch, goose bumps marring the delicate skin of her flat tummy. Pulling the cups of her bra down, he began to palm her large breasts, her nipples drawing tight and jutting out into the palms of his hands. He began rolling her hardened nipples between his long fingertips like two tiny pebbles, coaxing yet another moan of pleasure from deep within her throat. Her body was in tune with his as he played her like a refined instrument.

Her arms left the couch and wrapped themselves about his neck, her tiny oval shaped nails drawing unseen designs upon the heated skin of his wide shoulders. Her fingertips wandered further up and delved into his short hair. She wanted to feel so much more of him. Pulling back only enough to get her hands down to the hem of his shirt, never breaking the kiss. Her hands found their way around the waistband of his jeans, briefly teasing the skin just below the elastic before skirting upwards to grab his shirt and pull it up and over his head. 

The instant his shirt was off her eyes began admiring his body before stopping suddenly at his nipples. Heat instantly pooled between her legs when she saw the piercings. Her hands were immediately drawn to them as she flicked one with her thumb, her eyes darting to his for a reaction. She was shy by nature, whether it was her own inhibitions or inexperience, she wasn't sure, but she was so thrilled when he leaned down to claim her mouth in another heated kiss. The wicked things he was doing with his tongue inside her mouth made her grind her pelvis lightly against his thick upper thigh, the rough material of his jeans rubbing the velvet skin of her inner thighs.

His hands skimmed roughly over her breasts, making her moan his name against his lips in pleasure. He went to remove her shirt and she stopped him momentarily, damn her insecurities. He broke the kiss and looked down into her eyes, his features stern as he told her roughly, 'Stop it.', just before he pushed her hands away and removed her shirt. The red lace of her bra sheer against her tanned body. The underwire pushing her firm breasts even higher due to the fact he had already pulled it below her bust.  

She almost felt like little red riding hood as he stared at her tits with that wolfish look on his face, and the only thought she had was that she dearly hoped he would devour her. Leaning down to draw one dusky pink nipple into his mouth, his hand palming the other as her hands drew his head closer to her breast. She could feel his tongue ring brushing back and forth on her breast, driving her insane with heat. 

His free hand moved down to her shorts, toying with the button before finally freeing it from the eyelet and unzipping them. His mouth left her breast and his eyes met hers again as she tilted her hips up so he could pull her shorts down. His fingertips dragging over the skin of her long shapely legs as he ran them back up the outside of her thighs. She could feel the imprint of his thumbs on either side at the junction of her thighs and hips. 

She was actually a little embarrassed by how much she was turned on. The red lace of her boy-short panties was soaked through. He could definitely feel how wet she was as he began to rub the pads of his thumbs in a circular motion near the crotch of her underwear. Her face was flushed a deep red, and probably as red as her lingerie. Tilting her hips upwards towards his heated touch, seeking more.

Moving his right hand, palm down along her lower stomach, his long fingertips finally reaching the slick folds of her pussy. "Someone is happy to see me.", he said as his lips curled into a playful grin. "I'm always happy to see you...", She said on a breathless whisper. Working his thumb around her engorged clit, the same time his other hand slid two fingers deep inside her. She could feel her thick juices running down the insides of her soft thighs, coating his skilled fingers as they worked themselves in and out of her.

He pulled back from her momentarily, only to unbutton the fly of his jeans. Pulling them down he did so. She just couldn't help herself, she needed to touch him. Dragging her nails down the front of his torso, leaving little pink lines in their wake. His warm skin only seemed to arouse her that much more. She had longed to explore his bare body for longer than she cared to admit. Taking his hard cock in his hands, her pussy quivering with arousal as he slid his entire length inside her. 

A soft moan escaped her lips as he began to stroke in and out of her, his cock bumping her in exactly the right spot. His hands now gripped her ample thighs, his fingertips digging gently into the firm flesh. She then reached down between them to rub at her swollen clit. He felt so good pounding inside her, her pussy grasping his cock in its silken grasp. "You keep doing that girl, and I think your gonna cum.", He said, his features darkened with lust, yet his voice still held a hint of that playfulness she so liked. Her only reply was a moan as her back arched off the edge of the couch, her pussy tightening around him as she came. Her fingertips working fervently on her swollen clit. 

Slowing his strokes just a bit as she rode wave after wave of passion on his cock. If her pussy was wet earlier, it was certainly drenched now. Covering her pussy with one small hand, the other pressing gently on his lower abdomen, to keep him still while her pussy jerked in the aftermath of her climax. She shifted on the couch and accidently pulled away from him, her clit overstimulated from the rubbing. His cock in hand, he tried guiding it back into the tight folds of her pussy. But she jerked as the thick head of his cock bumped her clit, causing him to press the head of his cock against her tight ass instead. Smiling down at her he said in a threatening yet playful tone, "Hold still, or I'm going to go there." ...

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(Let me know if you enjoyed this story by rating it, and I may post the second half.)

Unfinished Business



It was my first day at a new job and I had butterflies in my tummy and felt thoroughly sick with nerves as I walked into the office. There were about 20 people in there and they all turned and stared as I walked in. I was introduced to each one in turn by my new manager Mandy and after meeting the seventh or eighth person I had already forgotten all their names!

There was Kim, the tall glamorous one who sounded like a husky bear when she opened her mouth, Paula the quiet one, who hid behind her long hair and Bob the big, fat jolly one whose voice boomed when he spoke. As like any office, in any country, there were many different characters who worked there.

I quickly settled in and over the next few weeks got to know more about my work colleagues. We had a laugh over lunch breaks and went shopping and to the pub, to relax from the stresses of the office.

There were a couple of admin assistants who worked in the office, covering telephones, reception and other such duties. One of these was Adam, the youngest member of the office.

Adam was in his mid-twenties, taller than me (which at 5 ft. 2 isn't hard), dark shaggy hair and glasses. He had a bit of a geeky look to him which made him all the more attractive in my eyes as I was a bit of a geek myself. I barely spoke to him over the next few months unless I had an issue with paperwork or needed access to plans but one day we got chatting and I was in fits of laughter with him.

I was seeing a guy who had blown me out for a date that evening and I was joking around with Adam, asking if he had any friends who he could set me up with. He said he would see and I gave him my number to pass on, not expecting him to contact me. 

Just after I had finished work that day he text me, something really random about a subject we had chatted about earlier in the day. I replied and from there on the texts got saucier and saucier. Sexting, I think it is called these days. We continued to text each other over the next few weeks, even texting whilst in work. He used to sit on the next bank of desks next to mine and if I peeked over the top of my PC I could see him. 

I loved to tease him by text whilst at work, texting things about sucking his cock or him fucking me over the desk. It was such a thrill as no one in the office had any idea of what was going on. This turned me on so much and some days my pussy was positively throbbing with desire as I texted Adam.

Our texts turned into online chats at night via messenger, getting naughtier and naughtier eventually turning into cybersex. Adam would tell me what he wanted to do to me and I would play with myself as we typed. I can remember how good it felt to be fucking myself with my vibrator as he told me how much he wanted to cum over me.

The texting and cyber chats continued for several months, the sexual tension building between us at work. What made it difficult was that he was involved with someone at the time and I did not want to come between him and his partner. Even so, we continued, on a daily basis, teasing each other with words whilst at work.

One afternoon I had to attend a training session which was being run by Adam, I was so flustered during the training and could not look at him directly for fear of blushing. I so wanted to have him there and then on the desk and did not care who could see. He had got me so worked up over the past few months, my pussy was almost constantly wet and throbbing through my panties. I waited for him after the training had ended and offered him a life home. The sexual tension in the car was nearly unbearable and I fought so hard not to run my hand up his thigh whilst driving. We arrived at his flat and he gave me a peck on the cheek and got out of the car, god I was so fucking horny!

Adam was a bit of a computer whizz, so when I had laptop problems a few days later he was the first person I went to. He offered to come over to my place to fix it the same day. 

We left the office together and drove to my house, making small talk all the way, sexual tension sizzling in the air. I invited him in and he looked at my laptop to see if he could fix the problem I was having. Whilst the laptop was running some diagnostic software we went out into the garden for a quick smoke. As I was walking back in through the door, I accidently (on purpose) brushed my ass against his cock, well that was enough to drive us both mad with desire, seeing as though we had had the longest foreplay ever known to man!

I took him by the hand to my bedroom and we lay on the bed, lips meeting, kissing hastily whilst rubbing our bodies together. I could feel the hardness of his cock against my pulsing pussy and could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. He pushed his hand down the front of my panties, his fingers exploring my pussy before he pushed one, then two fingers inside me, making me moan with desire. My pussy was so wet, his fingers were soaked with my juices, making his cock grow even bigger. I undid his trousers and eased his large throbbing cock free from the restraints it was in. I ran my hand up and down it, softly then harder with each stroke, making him groan. I moved my lips towards it and took the tip in my mouth, circling my tongue along the rim of his head. I could feel his body tense as I pleasured him with my mouth, letting him push his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

By now I was desperate to cum so I got my bag of toys and pulled out a large, red vibrator that I had told him about many a time via text. I pushed it slowly into my pussy, easing every inch in to myself as he watched. I put his hand to my vibrator and let him fuck me with it whilst I rubbed my clit. I could feel my orgasm building and rubbed myself harder and harder until I came screaming, the tension slowly easing from my body. I lay there recovering watching him wank himself off over my face, stroking his cock with firm hands until he could hold back no more and came hard and fast on my face, groaning with delight. We lay back for several minutes composing ourselves before he finished fixing my laptop!

We didn't fuck that day, nor any other day. The texting continued until we both moved offices and he eventually left the company. We still text from time to time but we definitely have unfinished business .............



Unfinished Business



I've very recently stopped believing in coincidence. 

Everything happens for a reason, and every person comes into or out of your life for a reason. 

Learn what you can. Speak your mind. Doing anything but only causes anxiety and regret.

I had filed the memories away in the bottom drawer of my mind, along with the lyrics to Blue Bayou and assorted other unfinished business in my life. Sometimes it's fun to pull out those memories that both make you smile and torture you with the "What might have beens". 

He was my first college boyfriend. He was also my first glimpse of an actual adult relationship. I was no virgin, but I may as well have been for all the things he taught me. It started as just a crazy college night out with friends, and what I assumed at the time would be a one-time thing. Somehow it seemed like a great idea (I blame the rye shots) that we be Cuddle-Buddies, because cuddling is the best thing in the world (his words, not mine). I agreed, and so we cuddled until morning, but then he had other ideas and I was more than happy to go along - he was a lot more experienced and he gave me the first orgasm I'd ever had that wasn't self-induced. That he continued to pursue me after was hugely flattering, liberating, and all sorts of other feelings totally new to an introverted country girl. 

He also taught me about avoidance - when he suddenly after a few months stopped talking to me. I always regretted never actually asking him "so, what's the problem?". He just ignored me until I went away. Step 1 in my journey to learn to speak up for myself. 

I saw him in passing a few times over the years, and it never failed to be awkward. Things Done and Said, as well as things Undone and Unsaid, hung in the air even 15 years later when we ended up meeting again. 

It was at a conference just far enough away from home that I had a hotel room - and a rare weekend away from home by myself. All the conference goers headed to the hotel bar that night to "Network". 

His buying me a drink and asking me to dance brought back waves of nostalgia, and I thought it was just in my head how he leaned in real close as we talked (well, the music WAS loud), so close that our knees touched under the table. I could feel the space between us crackle and pop like static, and I had to avoid his eyes for fear of blushing. We joked about old times, "Ya, you kinda sucked as a boyfriend", "No, I really sucked as a boyfriend" (vindicating to hear him admit it), and how we started off back then as "Just Cuddle Buddies" (ya, that lasted about an hour). 

I thought it would stop there - It had to stop there, because we were both married. We could only be 2 old friends catching up and herding some 15 year old elephants out of room. Based on the fact that we were both married, and I was so comfortable with him due to our past history, I decided to ask his advice on an issue. I didn't mean for it to be a come-on, but then my social skills lack polish and because of the wine my Brain-Mouth clutch did not engage. 

Fact was, I had found out a few months before that my husband was cheating on me. I had not yet decided how to handle this information because my husband (of course) was acting like nothing had changed. We talked about it a little, and the party moved on. We got separated and I was ready to call it a night - said my goodbyes to the group I was with and headed back to my room to think about what to do. 

When the elevator doors happened to open in the lobby, he was standing there. 

Everything happens for a reason. 

Either the reason was that the universe wanted to see how far my willpower would stretch, or something important was supposed to happen between us that night.

"Good Night," I said, "thanks for the dance and the talk. See you tomorrow?" I asked as I stepped off the elevator within an arms distance. 

I looked up at him and felt that static crackle again.

"Are you sure you're ok?" he asked, "I mean, do you need to talk more? I can walk you to your room if you want."

Was it a Proposition? I couldn't tell. Did he Honestly want to hear this? I don't know. Was he thinking "wow, she's vulnerable and I can probably get her into bed?" Maybe. 

Still, he let me vent and I completely unloaded the whole story.

Life was great, our marriage was amazing, and we were the best couple we knew. Other couples saw us as the standard they were judged against. That's what I thought too until the day I decided to do a little snooping on his phone to see what he had planned for my birthday. Curiosity mangled the cat in a grain auger that day when I saw the incredibly graphic text messages he was exchanging with some girl named Darlene. A quick search on Facebook (because really, what can't you find out on Facebook?) told me she's an old schoolmate of his who now lives in a town that he frequents for work. 

A lot. 

An Awful lot recently. 

I went through several stages of grief, betrayal, anger, depression, some stages were revisited more than once. Do I admit I snooped and confront him? Do I chalk it up to 7 year itch and, as long as he's still a loving and attentive husband and dad, let it slide? What if he leaves me? Should I leave him? I'm so dependent on him as a stay-at-home mom, how will I manage? No, I'm strong and independant, I can do this on my own!? My confusion only grew. 

I agonized over it. I prepared for it. Would it be a Fight, or a Discussion? I was fairly certain he would be more mad about me snooping than I was mad about the affair. It actually developed into a game of "Cheater, Not-A-Cheater, or Depends-on-the-Situation". I had an extensive list of scenarios and we went through them and would discuss which term fit the situation. We agreed to tell each other if any of the situations had happened since we had been together, and there would be a one-time amnesty for such actions (because we'd never actually discussed what constituted cheating in our marriage). Did just text messaging count? Did it have to be touching? Did Fantasizing about someone else count (if so, I was guilty a thousand times over)? So many questions came up that I'd never even considered in our 10 years together. How long has this been going on? Have there been others? Was he with someone else while I was pregnant with his children? He'd always been (and still was) so attentive, loving, encouraging and supportive; A Great Dad and an amazing Family provider. 

I wasn't trying to "trap" him into any specific answer - ANY answer would have been something. I was trying to give him an opportunity to fess up in a supportive conversation instead of a confrontational one. That he pretended to be so open and honest while saying "Nothing has ever happened with any other woman but you honey" was, in itself, an answer of sorts. 

I'm now married to a cheating rat-bastard and a masterful liar all wrapped up in a handsome, muscular package that I know loves me, doesn't want to leave me, and doesn't want our lives to change. So, if the latter half of that statement is true (and I believe it is), and whatever happened has only made him MORE attentive and MORE loving and MORE appreciative than ever - do I really still need to know the details? I think I did.

Being rather analytical about the situation, I figured I needed to do more research. I can't say I was wholly prepared for the rabbit hole I fell down while chasing my feelings on this, but here's what happened. 

I discovered there are actual dating sites only for married people looking to have affairs. Reading some of the profiles on the site, a trend emerged. A lot of men truly love their wives. They don't want their home lives to change at all, but you can't always get everything you need from one person. A lot of them weren't looking for sex (although most of them were). 

They were looking for a connection. 

A spark. 

Even if it would never go beyond winks and chat messages. Was that really cheating? I'd always thought it was. Was it the same as reading/viewing porn? I didn't think so. But now? I'm not so sure. 

If you can have fun and make a real connection with someone, and it makes you more appreciative of everything else in your life, makes you love your spouse even more because you got to take a little vacation, can it really be that bad? 

If you are both secure and committed enough in your relationship, and the attention from this other person was just a huge ego boost - why should you have to feel guilty about it?

So after analysing all these new and interesting notions, I was still undecided what to do. I did finally admit to myself that I wasn't so mad about the affair - I was madder that he didn't tell me when I served him up the opportunity to confess - with amnesty - on a silver platter. 

I was even madder that, in the past, I had purposefully avoided friends or even removed good people from my life because I felt a spark and was afraid my husband would be mad for me even thinking of having any kind of feelings for someone else. 

I thought we were very much on the same page - and then he does this.

Revenge was not on my mind at all, but my feelings about what is considered cheating in a marriage were now definitely up for debate.

So my old college boyfriend was more than willing to be a shoulder to lean on that night. He asked pointed questions. He let me vent. I unloaded the entire story and all my feelings of (at first) Insecurity, then newfound Perspective, and now (new to me) Empowerment about my control of the situation.

He vented his unhappiness with his family situation as well - he loved his son so much, but he and his wife basically hated each other. If it weren't for their son, they wouldn't be together. His wife had even told him "not to bother coming back to their room tonight because she didn't want to see his face anymore". Hindsight, we were moving closer and closer together - bonding in a way that I think should be allowed outside of a marriage, but until now had been considered off limits.

At this point I still honestly thought nothing else was going to happen. It was very late (or early depending on how you look at it), so I suggested a slumber party in my room - PJs required. There were 2 beds after all, what could possibly happen?

We're laying in separate beds and still talking. He says "So, we never did get that Cuddle Buddies thing down pat. Should we try again?" and he crawled into bed with me. Again, I honestly though nothing was going to happen (yes, I know, I'm so naive), and then he kissed me. Part Nostalgia, part Hormones, part OhMyGod ThisManIsSexy AsHelland HEwantsME (of all people). We made out like teenagers in the back of a pickup truck at a bush party. 

I couldn't breathe - I was so overwhelmed. I had to push him back, make him stop, just for a second to catch my breath. Thinking back to 7th grade English, the literary term is dilemma. A decision must be made and fast - and I'm anything BUT quick on my feet. I thought I'd feel ashamed, worried, wrong. But I didn't. I felt good, I felt in control, I felt empowered. For once I didn't feel anxious at all. Everything happens for a reason.

I looked him in the eye and my throat constricted so that my voice was high and squeaky when I said "I really want to do this, but I need to know you won't tell. Promise me you won't tell". 

He said "I have just as much at stake as you do, but we have a lot of unfinished business you and I, and I think we need to see where this goes. I promise I won't tell."

That permission sang across my eardrums like the voice of an angel, or maybe a siren. Time will tell. 

I didn't care. 

I'd be ok. 

I felt ok; More than ok. 

I had a hand on each side of his face as he leaned in to kiss me again, his hand on my hip pulled us closer together in the bed. My one hand ran up and through his hair as his other hand snaked behind my back, completing the embrace and pressing my chest to his as we kissed. My hands went to his waist and up his shirt - I needed to feel more skin. They settled with my palms against his chest, my fingertips tracing his collarbone as he moved his head to kiss down the side of my neck. His one hand kneading my hip was so strong; he lifted me effortlessly into a sitting position, partly curled in his lap so I could lift his shirt over his head. 

He took the opportunity while my arms were up to curl those long fingers around the sides of my ribcage and lay me back down on the bed. One hand touched my cheek, then my neck and ran lower, down between my still clothed breasts, while the other travelled from my knee to my thigh, pushing my black nightgown up and out of the way. I caught a wicked corner of a grin when he realized there were no panties to remove. My eyes closed and my back arched because it felt so good when both hands rubbed my stomach. I raised my hips up off the bed slightly so I could feel more pressure from his hands. They ran from my stomach to my hips and down the front of my thighs, then gently spread my knees so he could lean down in between. 

Time slowed down, at least in my head. It seemed like it took hours for his mouth to move the last 4 inches between where I could feel his hot breath and when he actually touched me. 

I jumped like I'd been shocked - it really did feel like electricity. Warmth spread out in waves, and I've never felt so open and willing. So un-self conscious. So Present. His hands on my thighs tried to hold me close to his face, but I could not stop moving my hips. His tongue felt so alive and everywhere all at once and then one hand left my thigh and moved lower. 

I tensed for a delicious moment as I felt fingers enter me, adding an extra wave of electricity to my already over stimulated pelvis. My hips lifted and my knees froze, my legs started to shake and I realized there was a constant moan coming from deep in my throat. My hands rubbed back and forth across my stomach involuntarily. 

So close, so fast, I could hardly believe it. A few more strokes of his fingers with his lips softly pinching my clit and I was consumed. Done. Over the edge. He stayed with me as my hips bucked I don't know how many times (thank goodness for cowboys knowing how to hold on), until my shaking legs gave out and I was spread eagle on the bed - still in my nightgown.

He kissed my one hip as his fingers traced back and forth over the other, seeming to know that I needed a minute. I reached down and brushed his hair back off his forehead so I could see his face. Blue eyes rolled up to meet mine for just a second before he turned his attention back to my skin. He kissed his way from my hip up and across my stomach - lifting my nightgown with him as he went. My legs were still useless, but I managed to sit up and reach back to unclasp my bra. He took advantage of my position - arms stretched behind me - to grasp the front of my bra and pull it down. 

I heard his breath catch in his throat - oh no, suddenly insecure as I tried to bring my arms forward. He managed to move quicker than my insecurity and caught my shoulders, firmly but gently holding me at his arm's length with my bra and my nightgown all bunched around my waist. 

I froze, not quite sure what I was waiting for.

Approval? Disgust? Outright laughter? My brain flipped through the possibilities faster than I could comprehend. I know my body is not the same at 33 as it was at 18 - was he expecting it to be? I couldn't look at him until he finally let out his breath in a soft moan. 

"I've been waiting a long time to see that again" he said quietly, then looked up at me and leaned in for another strong kiss. He seemed to wait for me to proceed - he still held my shoulders and my body was still stiff from the sudden halt and distraction of insecurity. 

His reaction was so flattering, so perfect. 

I reached up and stroked his forearms, traced my fingers up his hands to his fingertips where they rested on my shoulders, and then moved his hands slowly down my chest until they covered my breasts. 

I felt his grin widen against my lips and he pulled back enough to look down at my hands on his hands, and what they now covered. He continued to explore my chest gently as I reached down to grasp my bunched up clothes. I heard another small moan of protest from him as I made him break contact to lift the nightgown and bra up over my head. 

Again he took advantage of my raised arms to pull me closer and reach for my nipple with his lips. I had to wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling. His mouth on my breast tightened muscles low in my stomach almost painfully and I moaned my pleasure into his hair as he lowered me back onto the bed again. 

Suddenly his weight was on me - firm and hot, but not heavy. Our upper bodies pressed together and so did our hips as his legs moved over and in between mine. I touched his face again, ran a finger across his lips. This was really happening, he really wanted me, no matter how much I had changed - or maybe because of how much I had changed. 

But my thought was interrupted when he moved to find the right angle, and the head of his erection rubbed across my clit. Electricity jolted me again and I had to bite my lip not to scream. I was already so wet that he was sliding everywhere but my center where I needed him to be - or maybe that was his plan. I counted two thrusts that raked across my swollen clit before I couldn't stand it and reached down to help him aim. 

My mind went blank. I was all feeling, no thought. Feeling full, feeling wanted, feeling pinned to the bed with my face pressed up to his chest and my arms around his ribcage. 

My hands were grasping desperately for purchase on his back through I don't know how many thrusts. 

I remember hearing a frail NO escape my mouth when he suddenly lifted off and out of me. I remember being confused as he moved - what was wrong? But as quickly as his hips had left the space between my legs, his face once again replaced it. I was happy that stimulation had returned to my swollen skin, but was still confused until he maneuvered a knee to each side of my head. 

I don't know how he could think so clearly, while I was such a puddle of sensation on the mattress, but somehow I managed to understand what he was hoping for. I reached up beside my head and felt his thighs, then ran my hands up to feel his muscles - so round and hard. I opened my mouth and lifted my head just slightly - he was right there. He momentarily froze and then shuddered as my lips moved further up and I took more of him in my mouth. 

He stayed still - I think savouring - until I felt his tip touch the back of my tongue, which was as far down as I could get at this angle. I moved back down, lapping with my tongue as I went, until I could plant a kiss on his head before lifting back up off the pillow and taking him in my mouth again. I was beginning to enjoy teasing him with my tongue while he dangled heavily just above me when he resumed his tongue swirling on my clit and added his fingers gently rubbing the inner edges of my labia. A moan from me resulted in a reciprocating moan from him, and he moved his knees slightly closer to the headboard - stretching out. My head was now effectively pinned down with him in my mouth. 

He had complete control from above me and could thrust as fast or deep as he wanted. I had a millisecond of panic, and he noticed. He held still, but did not remove himself from my mouth. "Are you ok with this?" I heard from between my legs. 

That he was asking permission - that I was actually the one in control, made all my muscles relax at once. Most of all I felt my throat relax and knew I could take more; wanted to take more. I nodded as well as I could and, with my hands on his hips, pulled him down as far as I could. He moaned and arched his back, and I didn't mind that I was forgotten for now. My hands stayed on his hips so that I could push back if he went too deep. The angle was still not perfect - I couldn't take him all - but he seemed to be enjoying the attempt. I was so into it that I actually cried out more when he suddenly pulled himself from my mouth than I did when he pulled out of my pussy. 




Unfinished Business



"Good God, you always were good at oral" I heard him say as he gracefully spun around again (how does he DO that?). I tried to sit up so I could see what he wanted next, but he was suddenly inside me again - kneeling on the bed and pulling my hips up to meet him. How could he be strong enough to lift me like that and pull my entire body toward him again and again? This angle was so sharp, I was so close again. 

I had a flashback to him in college - it was this same position, with only my shoulders touching the mattress, him lifting me by the hips up and onto himself - it was the first time I had ever orgasmed from actual intercourse and not a tongue or finger.  

"Are you close? I'm so fucking close." He managed to say through gritted teeth. I reached down to touch my clit while he glided into me and had the presence of mind to panic. 

It had been two years since my husband's vasectomy, so using a condom had not even entered my mind. "Wait - Stop! Don't finish inside me, ok?" (hooray for me learning to speak up for myself) as I made a futile attempt to scramble back away from him. 

He held fast on my hips and paused only long enough to change his grip. 

"Then you'd better hurry" he said, and continued pulling my spread legs into his hips. My hand reached my center and I could touch him while he slid in and out, his pace getting more ragged and his breath sounding heavier and faster. 

My fingers started to move side to side rapidly across my clit - feeling such sensation in two places was too much. My body knew what I wanted and it was like pushing a button. My feet planted into the mattress and my knees shook so hard he let go of my hips and had to squeeze my waist. I was locked in that position so he kept thrusting while all my muscles from navel to knee contracted rhythmically and a keening wail flowed up from my chest and out my mouth. I'm sure I clamped completely shut when he pulled out of me. 

My legs straightened and my toes curled from the orgasm as he rolled over on his right side, holding himself in his left hand above my stomach. I turned my head and kissed him while he stroked himself, and he bit down on my lip gently while making pained Ah, Aahh, sounds as he finished. I looked down in time to see creamy strands landing next to my navel, and reached down to stroke him around his base until he collapsed back on the bed. 

My legs twitched a few times with aftershocks, and through the pleasure fog in my mind I think I heard "My god, you're amazing", but I couldn't be sure which of us had said it as we drifted off to sleep.

I couldn't tell if it was my eyelids, or the curtains letting in just a sliver of light. There was the solid warmth of another body pressed against my back as I lay half on my side, half on my stomach and glimpses of earlier that morning entered my mind with the light. 

I thought I was dreaming, or just remembering, when my hips started a rhythmic movement on the bed. A slight back and forth, just enough for a teasing friction to slowly pull me up through my sleepy haze and toward the light. 

My eyes fully opened and my arms pulled into my body, one hand meeting his in the small space of chest below my breasts. I realized his arm was holding me tightly - which I liked - and that it was his hips that were slowly rocking mine back and forth. He was swollen and hard again, making his best attempt to find his way inside me, but my slowly waking body hadn't realized it yet and my legs were not far enough apart yet to grant him full access. 

I rolled the extra few inches onto my stomach and that was all he needed from me. Using his own knees he spread mine further apart, sliding his hand under my stomach to lift my lower body up. 

My chest was still on the mattress when he made contact and I couldn't help but cry out. I don't know how long we had slept, but I was apparently still sensitive and ready if not quite wet. 

I thought he was intentionally teasing me by taking so many strokes to work his way fully inside me, so I tried to lift my shoulders up to adjust our angle - but a hand on my back held me where I was. 

He leaned forward with his next thrust and whispered into the back of my neck "No, please - stay down like that - oh my god you're so tight". I relaxed my smiling face back down onto the pillow. 

My hips wanted to move, but he held them so firmly right where he wanted them that the urge to move travelled down to my feet. Keeping my hips in place, I moved my legs from the outside of his legs to inside of his legs, wrapped my ankles overtop of his and hooked my feet underneath - trapping his legs in place. I heard a throaty chuckle followed by a moan as his thrusts increased in tempo. 

Using his legs for leverage I could now pull back toward him, which earned me another moan of appreciation. We stayed like this for I'm not sure how long - every time he hit bottom I saw stars and a sigh or moan would escape my mouth. I didn't want it to end, and then his hands massaged from my hips up my back and around my ribs to my chest. Now leaning forward - his chest pressed to my back and a hand on each breast he said "I want to see you - I have to see you" and abruptly moved away from me. 

I didn't know what he meant - see me how? I pushed back and knelt at the foot of the bed. I was pushing my matted mess of waist length hair back from my face when the bedside lamp came on and he was stretched out on his back in front of me. 

Until now we'd been cloaked in relative darkness, but now there was nowhere to hide. He had a look of sheer need on his face that made me bite my lip. It scared me a little - do I know what he's wanting? I asked myself as he held his arms open for me to come to him. I moved up the bed in between his legs, laid down on him chest to chest, looked up at him and kissed him. 

I didn't know where this was going, or what it meant - for either of us - but I wanted to make the most of it. I took a second, since we were now in the light, to really look at his face. Memorize how his features were so relaxed and happy, how he grinned just after he broke a kiss. Our eyes met and the softness turned to need and want as he kissed me again. 

I turned my head to the side and nuzzled his cheek, then his neck. I kissed along his collar bone to the base of his throat and nuzzled again, then continued a trail of kisses down his chest. That husky giggle rose again in his throat as I kissed down his stomach and he realized I had figured out what he wanted. 

I started at his base on the underside - small licks with my tongue while my right hand held him upright and gently massaged his length. I inhaled through my nose - his smell was so familiar - another flashback and my vaginal muscles contracted so sharply I doubled over at the waist more than I already was. 

He started to sit up at my sudden jolt so I moved my left hand up to his stomach and moved my tongue back to licking his underside so he would know I was ok. Kneeling between his legs like that, with the light on, I felt so exposed. I tried to distract myself by focussing on him. Memorizing him. 

When we had sex for the last time, kissed for the last time, back when we were teenagers - I hadn't known it would be the last time. This was like a chance to put those old regrets to bed - to really savour and appreciate the experience rather than trying to make it meet some expectation. Such perspective, WOW I really must be getting old. 

I stroked my hand up and down his length while my tongue explored his head, then slid my hand all the way down to his base and followed it with my lips. His eyelids fluttered and a moan growled in his throat when I had to move my hand out of the way to fit that last bit of length in my mouth. I held there for a second, letting my throat adjust, and he reached down to push my hair back out of my face so he could see. 

I slid my lips and then my hand slowly back up, swirled my hand when I got to the top, and then started back down. From this angle I could fit him all in - not quite comfortably, but I managed. 

With one hand still on my head, he scooted backward on the bed so he was partially sitting up against the headboard. I moved with him, still savouring my slow up and down, pausing each time my lips met his body. His hips started to move in time with me and streams of small sighs were falling from his mouth. 

I rolled my eyes up to him when I realized both his hands were cupping my head. "Please. Please just let me?" he asked as he slowly pushed my head back down. I nodded as best I could as he took control of the rhythm with his hands on my head. He had given me so much already, could I do this for him? I moved my hands to his hips so I could push back if I needed to, and my consent seemed to make him get even harder in my mouth. 

He moved my head faster, pushed it down harder, and pushed his hips up to meet me, all at the same time. Over and over again he thrust into my mouth as he made excited noises, crunching his stomach muscles to lift his shoulders and give more leverage to his hands. My right hand left his hip and travelled up to feel his stomach. The kind of muscle you get from hard work instead of a gym flexed under my fingers each time he pushed my head back down onto him. 

I took the control back only once - when he was completely buried in my throat I held him there and swallowed hard a few times to see what the extra pressure would do. "Holy Fuck" he shouted and used my hair to pull my head completely off him. 

My lips made an O of surprise - partly from the abrupt withdrawal and partly because that was a little too rough. I had a split second to determine if his reaction was positive or negative. I went with positive because the look on his face was again a raw need. 

His hands caressed the sides of my face before he opened his arms, motioning for me to move up his body. I looked down first and saw that his shape had changed - not longer, but definitely much thicker than when we had started. I leaned forward and crawled up to him - a smile on my face before I kissed him and lowered my hips down on top of his oh so engorged self. 

I heard another "Holy Fuck, you're so tight!" as I felt him grab my hips to help me slide up and down. My eyes were closed and my head was tilted back, I held his forearms for stability as I added a side-to-side sway to my hips. I was lost in sensation again - he was so much bigger this time around, rubbing in all kinds of places that had never been hit before and it felt wonderful. 

A hand appeared in between us, rubbing all around my lips where he slid in and out - sliding across my clit and making me moan. I realized the hand was mine just before my orgasm bubbled up from my groin and bloomed into my stomach - spreading warmth out to all my limbs. 

I'd never had one that felt quite like that before. I was paralysed by it, I just held there while he continued to thrust up into me. Instead of the sensations subsiding like they usually do, the heat and pressure continued to build until the friction seemed so scalding hot it hurt. 

I had to lean to the side and off of him because it was just too much, but the sensation of my legs rubbing together was enough to prolong the intense orgasm and my whole torso writhed on the bed. 

I managed to squeak out an "I'm Sorry" to apologize for the abrupt dismount, but the only reply I heard were small Ah-Ah-Ahs as I realized that he was above me again, holding himself in his hand and aiming at my chest. My writhing slowed with this new distraction and I managed to sit partially up so that my nipple just touched the end of him, though my hips did not completely stop rubbing back and forth on the sheets. He part grunted, part moaned as he released on my chest, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him until his orgasm receded and we both collapsed, panting, back onto the bed.

I had to fight not to let my eyes close. What time is it? The sliver of light coming through the curtains did not give me the answer I needed, so I reached over for my phone. Eight Thirty am, two missed calls and three text messages. Luckily, no one had knocked on my door yet to see why I'd missed breakfast. 

Two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me backward into a spooning cuddle - my arms as well as his crossed over my chest and every possible inch of our skin from my neck to my heels was pressed together. Another flashback - I had woken up with him once in this exact position and it was one of my favorite memories. 

Getting a second chance with him - even knowing that it was only one night and will never happen again - put to rest so many coulda/shoulda/wouldas in my mind. I hadn't done anything wrong back then, but because of the way we split I had spent so much time thinking that I had. I didn't know what to say to him, so I just smiled and let him hold me.

Slowly, realization set in that we both had to get up and continue life. I couldn't seal the hotel room door shut now without drawing attention to our little secret. 

He lifted his top arm to stretch and I rolled over and nuzzled my face to his chest. "We should get up," I said. "I know," he said. But still we lay there.

"Rock/Paper/Scissors for who gets the bathroom first?" I joked and he chuckled. My stomach knotted when he said, "I wish we had time for a shower together". Another flashback. But we both knew we didn't. We were already being missed downstairs. 

He got up and took his clothes into the bathroom, emerged freshened up and ready to go. I'd need at least half an hour to brush the sex tangles out of my hair. 

I hadn't left the bed yet when he came over to kiss me goodbye. I kissed him back hard and hungry - not really wanting it to end. 

"Be careful, you'll wake things back up," he said as he pulled back from me. 

"The last time I kissed you, I didn't know it would be. So if THIS is the last time, I want to make it count." I meant for my comment to be light-hearted, but I couldn't help that it came out kind of sad even though I was smiling. 

He chuckled again and made his way to the door. As he reached for the handle he turned his face back to me, cocked an eyebrow and asked sincerely, "Are you gonna be OK?"

I nodded and grinned, "Ya, Thanks to you". 

He grinned back at me, then turned and the door clicked shut behind him.



Unfinished Business



Months had passed. I tried to forget about him. I even went as far as sending him an email. I was hoping he would write back, assuring me that he still wanted me, he just needed time. 

Unfortunately, I didn't hear back from him. After months of talking and emailing and describing in great detail what each of us wanted from the other, it was over.

Our one time together had been just a taste of how good things could have been between us. We were only in it for the sex. Each of us wanted that one person who could fulfill our baser needs. That one person who would do what our spouses wouldn't.

I searched Literotica and wondered if he still posted. I hadn't seen anything from him in quite a while. So, I decided to take a chance and I emailed him. Within minutes I received an email back. We were both cautious at first. He had been busy over the past couple of months. His company was growing and he had spent more time out of state than in.

We emailed daily, learning what the other had been doing, careful not to say anything sexual. I waited for the slightest hint that he wanted to see me again. Finally, I gave up and just came right out and said something.

"Mark, I'm heading to Westport on Friday. Can you meet for lunch?" I hesitated a moment then sent it. I was disappointed when I didn't get an immediate response back. 

I was shutting down my computer for the day when my cell phone rang.

"Hello." I said, not recognizing the number.

"Rachel."

I felt my pussy suddenly quiver at the sound of his deep voice.

"Yes Mark."

"Were you serious?"

"Yes."

"I don't want to meet for lunch."

"Oh." I said, hoping to hide my disappointment.

"I want to meet and do what I wanted from the start."

"And that is?" I asked, my pulse starting to quicken.

"I want to fuck you."

"Oh" I said a bit breathlessly.

"Friday. The Marriot in Wesport. Ten o'clock. I'll call you with the room number."

And then he hung up.

****

Friday couldn't come soon enough. I took special care getting ready. I packed a few toys in my purse and headed down I-95 to meet Mark. I checked my phone constantly, hoping he wouldn't cancel at the last moment. I finally reached the hotel. My phone started to ring just as I pulled into the parking lot.

"Hello."

"Room 532."

****

My body was a mass of tingling nerves as I stood outside his door ten minutes later. This is what I had wanted from Mark from the start. I knocked on the door and smiled as Mark stood there.

"I really wasn't sure this was ever going to happen." He said, taking my hand and leading me into the room.

"Neither did I." I agreed, letting him take my purse. 

The room was large and sported a King size against one wall. The sheets had pulled off and lay in a pile on the floor.

"Undress me." Mark said, pulling my thoughts from the bed and the fun to come.

I slowly unbuttoned his white shirt baring his hair covered chest. I slipped it from his shoulders and turned to place it over a nearby chair. I ran my hands over the crisp hairs, enjoying the tickling feeling on my palm. Then I dropped to my knees before him and undid his belt. I took my time unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks. I looked up at Mark as I did this. His eyes stared down intently into mine.

I slowly pulled his slacks and boxers down his legs. I removed his shoes and his socks. I turned and placed the rest of his clothes on the chair. I sat back on my heels and looked up at him.

"Since November I have not been able to stop thinking about your wicked mouth." 

I smiled up at him. I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue and licked just the large, purple tip of him. I heard him groan and then his fingers slid into my hair. I opened my mouth wider and swallowed him to the base.

"Fuck baby" I heard him hiss as he flexed his hips, forcing himself deeper into my mouth.

I placed my hands on his thighs and started to move my head. This is what I wanted. I wanted his thick dick down my throat. I pulled back, letting him slide from my mouth. I looked up at him. His head was back and his eyes were closed. His chest rose and fell with his unsteady breathing.

I took him back into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his head. I held it at the base while my tongue flicked in and out of his tiny hole, around the ridge and the little "v" at the bottom. I held it as I licked my way down his dick to his balls and took them into my mouth, gently sucking on them, swirling them with my tongue. I spent several minutes just sucking on them, enjoying Mark's groans. Then I licked my way back up and took him deep into my throat again, until my nose was buried in his coarse pubic hair.

I felt Mark's fingers tighten in my hair and then he was holding my head still, fucking my mouth with his cock. I braced my hands on his thighs again and gave up control to him. Another thing I had wanted to do since we had started talking. 

"Fuck Rachel...here it cums baby....swallow my cum" Mark growled, his hands holding my head down on him.

I felt him thicken and then convulse in my mouth as he shot his load of cum deep down my throat. I reached my hands around and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed until I felt him start to soften and then let him slide from my lips.

Mark grabbed my shoulders and urged me to my feet. He ran his thumb over my glistening lips then brought it to his mouth and licked it. Then he pulled me close and kissed me, tasting his cum in my mouth. I felt his hands on my body, removing my blouse and bra, unfastening my skirt and letting my clothes fall to the floor. I stood before him now in nothing but my panties and sandals.

"I'm glad you emailed Rachel."

"I really wasn't going too." I answered honestly, staring in those intent hazel eyes.

"Are you sorry you did?" He asked, his hands went around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Not yet." I said with a smile.

He raised his eyebrows at that.

"Well, let's see what I can do to make sure you don't regret it."

I squealed as he slapped my ass and pulled me toward the bed. His mouth found mine and we kissed again. I felt the mattress at my knees and with a light push from Mark, I tumbled backwards onto the bed. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked up at him. He put his hands on my knees and pulled them wide, exposing my freshly shaven pussy to him.

"You have no idea how bad I want to eat your pussy Rachel."

"Show me Mark."

I watched him kneel and with his hands under my ass, he pulled me to the edge of the bed. He spread my legs wide. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. I looked down and met his gaze.

Holding my eyes, he stuck out his tongue and slowly ran it from my ass to my clit. I groan in pleasure and fell back against the bed. He had the most wicked tongue. With his thumb and index finger, I felt him part my pussy lips, exposing me to him. The tip of his tongue touched my clit, rubbing over it in small, light cirlces. 

"Mark..." I moaned, my hands going to my breasts and pinching my hard nipples.

I heard Mark growl, the sound vibrating off my pussy. I felt his teeth nibble on my clit, pulling it out, sucking it hard into his mouth.

"Mark....yes" I cried, starting to feel my stomach tighten with my orgasm. 

"Come for me Rachel." He commanded, burying his face deep into my pussy. His tongue delving into my hole and fucking me.

"Yes...yes.....yes..." I chanted, rocking my hips against him.

Mark spread my legs wider and higher, exposing my ass. I felt his finger against my ass, pressing, pushing, until it was buried deep inside me. Between his wicked mouth and his finger deep in my ass, I knew it wouldn't be much longer.

"Yes! Mark!" I cried, my thighs quivering as I came, soaking his face.

Mark continued to eat me until my body was limp. He placed a soft kiss on my sensitve clit then crawled on to the bed next to me. His hand went to one nipple and flicked it.

"I've missed these." He said, watching as he pulled my nipple roughly with his fingers.

I moaned in answer. I felt the bed shift and then he was straddling my waist. I looked up and saw him looking down at me. Both hands now playing with my nipples. I watched as he pinched and pulled. The pain of it making my pussy gush more cream.

"You like that, don't you?"

"I fucking love it, Mark." 

I heard him chuckle and then pull harder. I reached up and rubbed my hands over his rough thighs, sliding them up to fondle his semi-hard cock. His grunt was all the answer I needed as I took it into my hands and began to stroke it.

"Fuck Rachel......." Mark hissed, rubbing his cock in my hands as he pulled unmercilessly on my nipples.

"Mark, please" I begged, not sure what I was begging for.

He pulled even harder. The pain/pleasure of it spread throughout my body. I was ready to cum again. 

"You want to cum?"

"Yes Mark."

"You want my dick inside you?"

"Yes Mark"

I felt Mark shift, and then there he was, between my thighs, his hard cock pressing against my soaked pussy.

"Tell me Rachel....Is this what you want?" He said, teasing me with his dick.

"Yes Mark. Fuck me baby." I pleaded, lifting my hips up to him.

"Rachel..."

"Now Mark, fuck me. Fuck me!" 

"Shit!" Mark drove into me, pushing my hips down to the bed.

I cried out as I felt the fullness of him deep inside me.

"Shit, baby, are you ok?" He asked, buried to the hilt and looking down at me.

"Fuck yes. You feel so good inside me Mark. I just knew you would."

He smiled at that and slowly began to move his hips.

"Do you remember what I said about after I cum the first time?"

"Yes."

"Then you know I'm going to fuck all your holes before I cum again, don't you?"

"Yes." I answered, my body tingling with that knowledge.

Mark smiled down at me and continued to fuck my pussy. He lifted my legs higher, placing his arms underneath them then forced them back, toward my head. I reached down and began to rub my clit.

"Come for me Rachel. Come again." He encouraged, his cock pounding in and out of me.

I rubbed faster with one hand and continued to torture my nipple with the other.

"Mark!" I cried, lifting my hips as I came, soaking his cock and balls.

"Shit baby." Mark growled, pulling out and flipping me over. "On all fours. Now!" He commanded, smacking my ass.

I looked back at him over my shoulder. He laughed and smacked me again. Harder.

"You like that, don't you baby." He said, taking turns to smack each ass cheek four times.

My ass was stinging. And I was ready to cum again. And Mark knew that. He positioned himself between my legs, his cock rubbing against my soaked pussy. I felt him rub his cock head against me, lubricating it. 

Then his hands were pulling apart my ass cheeks, exposing my tight asshole to him.

"I have dreamed about fucking this ass." He said, rubbing is cock over my crack.

"Please Mark" I whispered, pushing my ass back against him.

I felt him place his large head against my hole. Slowly he pushed his way in. My ass burned with the pain of his big cockhead trying to push in. But with it also came the pleasure. I groaned and lowered my head to the mattress.

"How does that feel?" Mark asked, stopping while the head had my hole stretched wide.

"Wonderful." I moaned, trying to push my ass back to take him deeper. He held me still with his hands on my hips.

Mark laughed and smacked my ass.

"Tell me what you want Rachel."

"I want you to fuck my ass Mark." 

"Oh baby, do you know how badly I have wanted to do this?"

"Stop talking Mark and fuck me." I all but yelled.

I gasped as he slammed his cock into me. His firm grip on my hips held me steady as he pounded his thick dick into me. 

"Play with your clit Rachel. I want you to cum again." 

I reached a hand down and began to rub my sensitive clit. My pussy was soaked. I inserted one finger and felt his dick as he fucked my ass. I rubbed my finger along the wall of my pussy.

"Fuck Rachel......I'm not going to last long."

I didn't care at that point. I wanted Mark to come. I wanted to feel his cum fill my ass up. He pounded faster into my ass. His balls slapped against my pussy. I continued to finger myself and massage him.

"Here it comes baby." Mark growled, slamming into me one more time, his hands holding my hips tight against him.

I could feel his cock jerking in my ass, filling it up with his hot cum. I groaned at the feel of it. Mark leaned over me, his chest resting over my back. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his lips nuzzling me.

"Damn baby, I can't believe I almost missed this." He said into my ear.

Slowly we sank to the bed. His weight still against my back. He rolled to the side and looked at me. 

"I missed you." He said softly. His fingers sifting through my hair and tucking it behind my ear.

"I missed you too. I wanted to email so many times."

"Me too."

He leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues met and duelled. I pulled my mouth away and looked at him. 

"So what happens now?" I asked, needing to know where we go from here.

"You tell me. You know what I'm looking for Rachel. What I want. Is this going to happen?"

"I want it too Mark. You gave up to easily last time. I hope that isn't a pattern with you. I might not always be able to get away, but when I can, it will be worth it."

I held my breath waiting for him to answer. If he said no, I was going to get up and leave without ever looking back. If he said yes, I was going to blow him again and plan our next meeting.

When he said nothing, I rolled over and sat up. I wrapped the sheet around me and stood, gathering up my clothes.

"Where are you going?" Mark called from the bed.

I turned and saw him watching me. His naked body lying against the white sheets. His flacid cock nestled in the wet curls.

"I have to go."

"I'm not done with you yet Rachel." He said getting up and walking to stand before me.

He took my clothes and the sheet from me. I stood naked before him now.

"I will give you 3 dates a month that I can get away. You are to confirm one of them. If I need to cancel, I will text you. And you do the same. But then we pick another date. I want to fuck you once a month. Is that understood?"

I nodded.

"Say it Rachel. Say you understand and that you want this too. These past six months have been hell for me."

"I understand Mark."

"Good" He leaned close and kissed me. A gentle kiss.

"Now get going. I will be in touch soon."

I gathered my clothes and quickly dressed as Mark watched me. One quick kiss on his cheek and I turned to leave. 

"Rachel."

I stopped with my hand on the door. I turned back to look at him. He smiled. I smiled back and left.



Unfinished Business



The follwing story is a work of fiction, based on facts from my life. The names of all parties have been changed to protect their "innocence".



"Hey Jim, you need anything from Supply while I'm down there?"

"Naw, I'm good Marv, thanks anyway."

I headed down the hall to the elevators so I could get to Supply. It was Thursday, and I was winding up some details so my weekend wouldn't be interrupted by any calls from the office. Thursday was also when Tom did the interviews for the office, and as I was passing the conference I noticed a guy in there with him. I took a look back over my shoulder as I went passed the doorway and did a double-take. As I came to a quick stop and turned around into the room I called out in astonishment:

"You gotta be kidding me!! Rob? Rob Kingsley!!? How you doin' man.?"

Tom looked from the new guy to me with that deer-in-the-headlights look.

"You know this character, Rob?"

"You do look kinda familiar, but I can't place your name...?"

"Marv, Marv Poppler. Geez, must be twenty years now. Back in the day we were stationed in the panhandle together, remember?"

Ding, the light went on and Rob's face lit up with a big grin!

"I'll be damned. It is you!! Good god, man, it has been a while hasn't it? Last I remember, you were just a skinny dude. Life must've been treating you pretty good; all filled out, and that beard is something I clearly remember you NOT having!"

Back in those days, I was one of the guys that could put away plates of chow and not gain an ounce; six foot and 155. I was that way from the time I got through puberty until I hit 40. Then my metabolism changed and the pounds finally filled out my frame. Now weighing in at 205, working out and eatin' good didn't hurt me any. I looked pretty good for a man hitting 45.

"Thanks Rob. You look no worse for wear yourself. Is Karen with you?"

"Naw, she's back in KC taking care of the house sale. Soon's that's done she'll be coming out."

Tom jumped in.

"Yeah, Rob's transferring in from the Kansas City office. He'll be officially starting Monday. Tell ya what Marv, since you two already know each other, why don't you take some time tomorrow and show Bob around, let him get the feel of the place."

"Sure thing Tom, be happy to. Give us a chance to catch up and all that."

I gave Rob a quick wink, and told him that I'd let the two of them finish up their business and that I'd get back with him later.

As I headed down the hall, a flurry of memories invaded my head. 

Twenty years earlier, Rob and I had been stationed together, working in the same maintenance shop. He was married, no kids, and living off-base, I was single and living in the enlisted dorm. We worked the graveyard shift for several months, yacking it up about our early days: high school, cars, the typical guy talk. One night, the talk finally got 'round to sex and women.

"You're pretty lucky having a wife like Karen. She seems like quite a catch. You say you two've known each other since high school?" 

"Yeah, ever since Sophmore year. I was on the wrestling team and she came out for one of our home meets. I saw her sitting 'bout halfway up the bleachers and caught her eye. I know she's not the cheerleader type, but she had that heat about her, ya' know? The way she carried herself, that look of confidence about herself, that she was comfortable with herself."

Yeah, he was right. Karen was only about 5'4", but carried 120 lbs. in a very well proportioned way. She didn't look like she was heavy, but had a full-bodied sensuality. Her legs were solid, muscled and perfectly smooth. She had just the slightest swell of a bubble butt and a full, bouncy rack. Contrary to her body, her face had a slender, almond shape, with laughing eyes and perfectly full lips. Oh yeah, she had heat allright.

"We started dating soon after that meet. Things went great the next two years. We did the proms, homecoming, all the regular stuff. We were both brought up with the old school ethic, so we never had heavy sex while we were in school. After high school I joined up and soon after boot camp Karen and I got married. That's when we started to have a little...'trouble.'"

"What d'ya mean by 'trouble' man? She didn't go frigid or soemthing, did she?"

"Aw, no, nothing like that. She was more than ready for that wedding night, it's just that, well..."

"C'mon man, out with it, it's just you and me here."

"Yeah, well, see Karen's kinda small, not just in her height, ya know what I mean?"

"You mean she was good and tight, right?"

"Oh yeah, she was tight allright, too tight for me."

Rob clammed up and started to kind of stare off, like he was remembering that night. He seemed a little embarrassed, so I tried to smooth things out a little.

"Hey come on, we've been working together for a while now, man. You look like you could use someone to listen. Trust me, it's just between you and me, Rob."

He took a deep breath. Letting it out, he had that look of making a reluctant decision.

"Karen's got a smaller than normal pussy, which wouldn't be so bad except, that, well, I'm not exactly built like the average guy, and that makes it kinda rough for both of us."

"Really? Not like the average guy, huh? what, you packing a salami instead of a braut?"

Without the slightest hesitation Rob replied:

"Yeah, kinda like that."

Now it was my turn to look reluctant. I'd had fantasies while I was younger of other guy's cocks. I was never a "jock" in school, so the only checking out I got to do was after gym class in the showers. I was pretty hesistant back then, not wanting to be a "fairy", but now curiosity and opportunity got the best of me. With my heart in my throat, I forged ahead.

"Ya know, Rob, it might not be as bad as you think. How do ya know for sure?"

Rob glanced at me sideways, like he was debating whether to continue along or not. Finally, he looked up at me at said:

"You'd have to see to understand, Marv. It's not as great being my size as some men let on."

This was my chance.

"Well, let me take a look. That way I'll know better. I won't think any different about you."

Hesitantly, Rob continued.

"OK, tell ya what. I gotta pull Dorm duty for your guys tomorrow. Would it be allright if I came up to your room when my shift is done? That way I can be sure no one else will interrupt."

"Sure, man. In fact, my roomie is at his folks for the next week on leave. We'll have the place to ourselves."

"Allright, then. That'll work."

With that, we settled into finishing up the shift.

The next day dragged. Rob and I both had Friday/Saturday nights off, not really much happening in the shop on weekends. Dorm duty for the married guys ran a split, beginning with Swings from 1500-2300, then Graves from 2300-0600. Rob would be coming on at 1500. I took care of my weekly chores and dropped by the Package store for a case of brews. After evening chow, I went back to the dorm and took a long, hot shower. Drying off, I pulled out a set of sweats. Thinking about the night ahead, I decided not to put on any drawers, with only the sweats to cover me. I popped open a beer and leaning back in my bed, began catching up on some reading. I was having a tough time concentrating on the story though, my mind kept wandering to what was going to happen later. The realization that I was going to finally fulfill a fantasy was causing my heart race. The more I thought about it, the more my cock would get hard, and it was getting difficult to keep my hand off. I opened another beer and got back to my book. About the time I finished my third brew there was a knock at my door. My heart, and my cock, jumped!

"Yeah, who is it?"

"It's Rob."

"Hang on a second, be right there."

Getting up from my bed, where I'd been reading, I rearranged my cock in the sweatpants. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hey Rob. Come on in."

After closing and bolting the door, I walked to the fridge to get another beer.

"Can I get ya a brew, man?"

"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks."

As I handed Rob the beer, I could see that he looked nervous. When he grabbed the bottle, his fingers overlapped mine. I let them linger a little longer than would seem appropriate, and Rob gave me a once over look.

"From the look of things, you've gotten an early start."

At first, I didn't know what Rob was referring to. I thought that maybe he noticed my stiffening cock, but then I saw that he was looking at the empty bottles on the corner of the desk next to my bed. I relaxed and flopped onto my bed, taking a long pull off the beer. We went through another round of beers making small talk. I was getting a pretty good buzz on and my nerve finally worked up.

"So Rob, what's all this fuss Karen's been making? Come on over here and let me take at look at that thing."

Rob was into his third beer and feeling pretty relaxed. He got up from the chair and walked over to the side of my bed. I sat up just as he got to the edge and was face-to-crotch with his pants. I set my beer on the desk and began to unbuckle his belt. My hands began to quiver as I undid his fly and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants and briefs. Looking up into Rob's face, I could see the excitement in his eyes as I steadily pulled down. Once I got them down to his ankles, Rob placed his hand on my shoulder and stepped out of the clothes. As I straightened up, his hardening cock was right at eye level with my face. My god, he was right, he did have a big cock! Even though it was only partially hard, it was bigger than mine when it was full-on hard. Semi-hard, Rob's cock was 7 inches and at least two fingers thick. His ballsack was full, hairy and nested what appeared to be two golf balls inside.

I was mesmerized by the sight of this magnificent cock. Without saying a word, I wrapped my hand around it, just below the purplish knob of a head. Rob began to moan as I slowly began stroking over the head. I couldn't believe how much it was growing!! It only took a minute before I could wrap both hands along its full length. 

"Jeez, Rob, you weren't kidding, it's incredible."

As I continued to stroke him, his moans became more audible. I cupped the sack and began kneading the balls inside. Rob put his hand on the back of my head and slowly guided my face toward his hard, thick rod. Without thinking, I parted my lips and let him push into my open, waiting mouth. His cock was full size now, the head was tight and reddish-purple, engorged by Rob's lust. My mouth began to water as his cock slid passed my lips and glided along my tongue. This is what I had fantasized for years, to have my mouth stuffed full by a man's cock!! It felt fantastic, hot and exciting! I began sucking in my cheeks around this wonderful tool and circled the head with my tongue. Precum beagn to ooze from the slit, and the pungent saltiness excited me even more. 

Rob began an even, slow rythym of pumping his cock into my face. He easily began bumping into the back of my throat, causing me to gag reflexively. He pulled back until the head was at my lips and then slid back to my throat. The intensity of our sex drove my lust for his cock higher and I reached around him, grabbing his ass cheeks and pulling him towards me. Rob responded by taking my head with both hands and purposely began fucking my mouth. Disregarding my gagging, he continued banging into my throat. My jaw muscles were beginning to ache, but I couldn't stop sucking him. I wanted him to keep fucking me. I was lost in the feeling of his cock sliding passed my lips, feeling the ridges of the veins across my tongue. 

Suddenly, Rob stopped pumping my mouth, his cockhead against my throat. I thought 'this is it, he's going to come' but instead, he slowly pulled out of my mouth, his cock dripping with my saliva. Looking up into his eyes, I could see the lust burning in them.

With a slight quiver in his voice, Rob looked down at me:

"I want to fuck you, I want to bury my cock deep into you and fuck you until I shoot you full of my cum."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I was shaking with the lust of the moment!

"Yes, yes please. I want your cock Rob. I want you to come in me. I want you to fuck me until your balls are empty."

I lifted my ass off the bedcovers and Rob grabbed the waist of my sweatpants, swiftly pulling them off my legs, my own cock slapping my belly as the waistband slid by. I stood up, pulling my shirt off over my head. Reaching out, I began to unbutton Rob's shirt; sliding it off his arms I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and brought it up over his head. Our closeness caused our cocks to touch and I shivered with the contact. I turned around and on hands and knees, crawled back onto the bed, my ass lining up perfectly with his magnificent cock. Reaching over to the desk, I grabbed my bottle of jackoff lube and, slightly turning, I handed it to Rob.

"Here, take this and work it into my ass. Use you fingers and get me good and slick."

Rob didn't need much coaxing at this point. He flipped open the bottle and while he held my asscheeks apart with one hand, squeezed out some lube into the crack of my ass. Using his fingers, Rob worked the lube around my hole, the sphincter flexing every time he ran them over it. Finally, he worked the tip of one finger into my hole, running it around the inside of the muscle. I began to moan from his touch, the heat beginning to build in me. I leaned my head and shoulders down to the bed, my ass obscenely pointing up at Rob, my ass and balls fully exposed to his gaze, and his desire. He must have felt me relax, because he pulled his finger out, poured on more lube and went back to work with two fingers now. I concentrated on the feeling of his probing, relaxing to his touch. He easily slid both fingers in and began to finger-fuck me. While he had his fingers in me, he would pause and stroke my prostate, causing my cock to twitch and pulse. At this point, Rob could've done anything he wanted with me; I was totally lost in the moment. My gawd, this was incredible!!

I could feel the lube running down my ass and onto my balls. I was getting into it now, my asshole opening up to Rob's finger-fucking. He must have noticed because he pulled them out, and then, with one hand on my back, put the head of his cock against my hole. My virgin asshole flinched reflexively and I got back up onto all fours. Rob responded by grabbing onto one of my hips and then, guiding his cock with one hand, steadily increased the pressure against my hole. I took a deep breath, willing myself to relax. The muscle slowly stretched and Rob's cock began to enter the virgin territory of my ass. When his cock got to the inner muscle, I winced, and Rob stopped pushing. His cock was so big! Rob had a hold of both my hips now, keeping a steady pressure against me with his cock.

"Oh gawd, Rob. Easy, stop there, give me a second to get used to you." 

Rob held me steady, and I slowly began to rock against him. My ass felt on fire, but I couldn't stop, I had to have that cock, I had to have it in me!! After taking another deep breath, I slowly let it out and pushed against Rob's cock with lustful determination. My ass finally gave in and Rob slid smoothly into me, steadily sliding in until I could feel his pubic hairs brushing the crack of my ass. Oh my gawd, I felt like his cock was splitting me in two. I could hardly believe that he had his entire cock buried in my ass. I never imagined it would feel this way, so filling, so overpowering!!

Rob pulled back a couple inches and then slid back in again until his belly was back against my asscheeks. Again and again, pulling back more each time, he slid in and out, fucking my virgin, wanting ass.

"Yes...yes! Oh man, Rob, you're so fucking huge! Yes, fuck me, man, oh please gawd, yes fuck me."

Rob really started going at it now. He stepped up his rythym and I began fucking him back. It only took a couple of minutes for him to start breathing hard, sweat trickling down his chest. He began to pound into my ass, his cock driving into me with a forcefulness that caused his balls to slap into mine with each stroke. All I could do now was to match his strokes, flexing my asscheeks around this marvelous cock, squeezing with every invading stroke. Rob suddenly slowed and fucked me with hard, deliberate strokes. Panting, Rob called out:

"Oh gawd, I'm going to cum, man. I'm going to cum...oh..gawd...I'm cumming man, I'm cumming!!!"

With that, Rob's fingers dug into my asscheeks and somehow he drove even deeper spraying the inside of my ass with his juice. I clenched my asshole around his pulsing cock, holding him there while his cocked pulsed inside me, shot after shot of his hot cum filling my ass.

As his breath came back, one of Rob's hands reached around my waist and found my rock hard cock. He beagn to roughly, forcefully jerk my cock. He again started fucking my ass while he stroked back onto my cock. My gawd, it felt like he was trying to fuck my cock from inside my ass! It only took a minute before I began spraying my own cum onto the bedcovers!! I shuddered from the ecstacy of the moment! With my face buried in the bedding, I cried out as my asshole pulsed around Rob's cock with each shot of cum. Finally, Rob stopped fucking my ass and pulled away, collapsing on the chair behind him.

Slowly, we both came back to earth, our breath returning to normal, our cocks going soft. I rolled off my knees, turning to face Rob. My tender hole flinched as I sat in my own cum. Looking over at Rob, I watched as his cum slowly oozed out of his wilting cock. Sliding off the bed and onto my knees, I gently lifted the glistening shaft and began to lick it clean. When I got to the head, I worked my tongue into his piss-slit and lapped it out clean. Satisfied, I released his cock and looked up into his face.

"That was great man; I mean, really great. I never thought that it could feel that good. Thanks man."

Rob reached out and stroked my hair.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I could never get off like that with Karen. She'd never let me in her ass. But that was more than I expected from tonight. Thanks for letting me come here tonight."

The double meaning of Rob's statement caused me to smile.

"We'll need to get together again soon, man. Maybe we can work something out that'll get Karen involved, ya know?"

"yeah, I'll work on that, see what I can do."

With that, Rob slowly picked up his clothes and got dressed. I laid back on the bed, watching him cover up. When he got to the door, Rob turned around, smiled lightly and said:

"Thanks again, Marv. I really mean it. I'll talk with you soon."

The memory of that night nearly overwhelmed me, my cock straining against the fabric of my slacks. The thought of finally, after all these years, seeing Rob again stirred me from deep inside. Tomorrow's going to be a very interesting day, very interesting indeed.



Unfinished Business



Dark Ranger Anya walked around the dark halls of the Undercity, red eyes scanning the shadows for any foolish intruder who would dare violate the sanctity of her Dark Lady's residence and fortress. She had been a ranger of Quel'thalas in life, but was killed along with her Dark Savior Sylvanas Windrunner whilst trying to protect it from the unstoppable onslaught of Arthas and his Scourge. Arthas was dead now, and her and the rest of her people's vengeance had been satisfied. Her sisters were also on patrol, they to, had been slaughtered by Arthas.

She heard a noise to her right, long ears perking as she quickly notched an arrow and pointed it at the source.

Garwal froze in his tracks, one arm raised to strike her. He licked his lips tentatively, heart pounding in his hairy chest.

"Well well, what do we have here?" she said, a wicked grin appearing on her face. The Dark Ranger walked up to the human and pushed him down onto the cold stone floor.

"Do you want to tell me why you're here in the Dark Lady's beautiful city or shall I just kill you now, human?"

"I am here to kill your disgusting Queen," he said, spitting at her.

"Good luck doing that with an arrow through your heart." Anya took aim, and was about to fire when she lost her grip on her bow. She looked down and saw her hand on the floor next to her bow. Eyes widening, she spun around on her heals only to have her head lopped off by an axe.

"Nice timing," he growled.

"We had to dispatch of the other rangers first. Not our fault you couldn't take this one out by yourself." A tall Human stood, axe in hand, next to another smaller Human with mousy hair.

"Yes...well." Garwal stood up and dusted himself off, kicking the Dark Rangers head and watching it bounce off into the shadows.

"She could have been useful."

"Don't worry, we can have some fun with the Banshee Queen before we end her miserable 'life.'

"Come on, let's go."

The trio moved towards the Royal Quarters, being careful to avoid any of the orc guards assigned to watch over the Forsaken. When they finally arrived though, they were surprised to find that there were no guards posted. Glancing uneasily at each other, they began to move slowly into the Dark Lady's private chambers. Peeking around a corner, they spied Lady Sylvanas pacing around on her throne, glowing red eyes piercing through the darkness of the room.

They snuck into her inner-most chamber and positioned themselves behind the throne, listening to her footsteps.

When the sound of her footsteps stopped Garwal signalled to his companions Varlem and Berard.

They jumped out simultaneously, kicking her legs out from under her and disarming her before she could react. Varlem climbed on top of her, pinning her down and holding down her arms.

"What is the meaning of this you vile human scum!" she barked.

"Silence, Banshee whore!" Berard replied, reaching a hand out to back hand her across the face.

"How dare you! When I get out of these bonds i'm going to ri-" she was interrupted when Berard punched her in the face, stunning her and knocking her head onto the ground.

"Why don't we have some fun with the slut who destroyed our homeland?"

His companions nodded, and they lifted her pale blue body up by her blonde hair.

"Do you have the stake?" Garwal asked.

Varlem nodded, pulling a stake out of his backpack and slamming it into the ground. It was a piece of wood with another flat piece placed on top of it.

Gorwhal and Berard hoisted her up and bent her over it before casting a spell which chained her to it. They started to strip her out of her clothes, peeling her boots off and then her pants, her taut blue ass greeting them as they finally got them off. Walking around in front of her they stripped her of her leather jerkin and cloak, leaving her completely nude.

"What no underwear, slut?

"No need," she growled, bright red eyes staring holes into the trio.

They laughed before stripping out of their own clothes in front of her.

"I hope you like dick, because you're going to be filled with three huge ones soon enough."

Sylvanas laughed, a musical melody that must have remained the same ever since she was still alive.

"I've seen ghouls with bigger cocks than you three. Fuck me, but don't expect me to let out a single moan of pleasure. You three are pathetic."

"We'll see about that. In the end you'll be writhing and screaming on our dicks, whore.

Garwal stepped in front of her as Berard took his place behind her, his small cock inches away from the Dark Lady's face. Grabbing her mouth and pulling it open, he shoved his cock into it until it was completely engulfed in her wet mouth and his pubes were pressed against her angry face.

At the same time Berard grabbed her slender blue hips and pressed his cock into her tight pussy, burying himself into her before pulling out and thrusting in again, repeating this and slowly picking up his pace until his balls started to slap against her pale blue flesh, the slap-slap sound echoing throughout the Banshee Queen's personal chambers.

Garwal started to thrust in and out of her mouth, his hands reaching up to grab ahold of her head. Gripping her blonde locks tightly, he pulled on her hair and forced her head back and forth on his dick, his head barely hitting the back of her mouth due to his small size. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Varlem take up position beside her, one hand fondling her huge jiggling tits and the other stroking himself to the sight of the Banshee Queen getting double teamed against her will.

"Take my dick slut!" growled Garwal, yanking her mouth open and shoving forward, pushing it in all the way and grinding his crotch against her face. Sylvanas tried to curse at him, but her words only came out as an incomprehensible string of sounds. The dick in her mouth muffled every sound she tried to utter. She clenched, knowing what was to come next as she felt their thrusts slow. Sure enough, both of the Humans gave her a few last thrusts before pulling out and spraying their sticky seed onto her. Garwal yanked her head up with her hair so he could see her face better before he blew his load all over it. Berard had pulled out of her cunt before he came, instead deciding to unload his cum onto her firm ass and lower back. Varlem had been for the most part, left out, but he to came on her. He stood up straight and stroked himself off before shooting a few loads onto her back, even splattering her ghostly blonde tresses with a few ropes of his seed.

Garwal stepped back to look at the Dark Lady. Bent over a stake in the ground and coated with cum, she was a kinky sight to behold.

"That was absolutely pathetic. Your cocks are tiny and you came in less then five minutes. It's no wonder you have to rape to get any pussy, you idiots are terrible at this." she said, sneering at him.

Garwal just smiled at her. The Horde bitch would soon learn when to shut her mouth.

"Varlem, why don't you take her now since you haven't had a hole yet?" He said, nodding to him.

Varlem grinned and moved behind the bent over leader, understanding what the nod meant. It was a signal to go all out on this slut. Grabbing her roughly by her ass, he plunged his small cock into her pussy, pumping the tiny member in and out of her. He lifted one hand up to spank her, a white impression of his hand appearing on her petite rear-end.

"Is that the best you've got?" she laughed. "Nathanos' plague hounds have bigger cocks than you three imbeciles."

Varlem ground his teeth together as he slapped her ass again, slowing down his thrusts at the same time.

"I've had enough of you Banshee whore. It's time to fuck whatever's left of your brains right out of your pretty little head," he growled. Varlem dug his nails into the flesh of her ass and leaned over her, pushing her down against the stake she was bent over. He let out a groan as his nails began to grow, sinking deeper into her flesh. Hair began to spring out of his skin and his face contorted painfully into the visage of a wolf. His cock grew inside of her, stretching her hole wide as his length kept growing. It pierced farther into her depths until it finally stopped growing and his huge hairy balls were nestled firmly against her. He pressed down on her again, his increased weight threatening to crush her.

"Worgen!" she gasped, her large tits mashed against the stake as he pushed her down. "I should have known you weren't ordinary humans. How is your precious Gilneas. Your fam-"

Varlem sank his teeth into the back of her neck and wrenched her head up violently to an unnatural angle. Withdrawing his gargantuan cock from her depths, he pressed it against the pale blue star of her puckered asshole.

"We're going to make you pay for what you did to our homeland you vindictive whore!" he growled, plunging the full length of his enormous cock into her small asshole, completely filling it. The girth of his cock spread the ring of her hole tightly around his shaft and his dick had also spread her cheeks, making it even easier for him to rut into her. Sylvanas had let out a painful wail as her small ass was plugged with the Worgen's huge manhood. She trembled and writhed around under him, desperate to get away from his plundering cock. Varlem bit down on her neck further, drawing blood as he picked up his pace of thrusting into her tight ass, enjoying the sounds of her painful screams.

"Why don't one of you join in? I'm sure our little toy wouldn't mind."

"No! There's no way I could take one of those in my mouth!" she shrieked, panic filling her.

Garwal and Berard transformed in front of her, their normally tiny cocks tripling in size, their heavy sacks doing likewise and sprouting tufts of bristly black hair. Berard walked towards her, his huge form towering over her as he reached down to grab her mouth. He wrenched it open and pushed the first few inches of his pulsating meat into her mouth, his claws digging into her skin. He thrust his furred hips forward a few times, his cock plunging farther and farther into her mouth each time.

He timed his last thrust to match with his companion's who was still working her from behind. Thrusting his hips forward in time with his friend, he shoved the rest of his cock into her mouth, laughing as he dislocated her jaw.

"Not so mighty now, are you bitch?" he said, grabbing her ears and pulling her back and forth along his shaft. "Before this we tried to think of how to properly deal with you. We soon decided to rape you, that was an obvious decision, but after that we weren't sure of whether or not we should give you to the rest of the males of my race, or just kill you." He said, a wicked grin forming along his lupine features. "In the end though, we decided that we would just kill you, and after that, watch your people be crushed under the boot of the Alliance."

At that, Berard gave one last thrust into her mouth before shooting his load down her throat and into her stomach. Shortly after, Varlem did the same, filling her tight blue hole up with his seed. They stepped back, allowing their cocks to slide out of her holes, trailing cum. Varlem and Berard took up position in front of Sylvanas, smug looks on their wolf-like faces.

"Now what? Time to kill me? My Val'kyr will simply resurrect me again you mongrels."

"Not if we burn you, my queen." Garwal said, walking up behind her and mounting her. His furry arms wrapped around her waist and his feet clawed at her legs as he tried to steady himself.

"This is for Gilneas." he whispered into her ear, before plunging his huge wolf-cock past the puckered star of her asshole and deep into her bowels. He had to push into her a few more times to finally make it fit, his furred balls pressed against her recently fuck pussy.

Sylvanas had let out one long scream of pain before she went limp, her head dangling lifelessly as she was stuffed to the brim with the dick of her enemy, her blonde hair obscuring her face with the exception of her piercing red eyes. Garwal humped her like a wild dog, his hips thrusting against her at electrifying speeds, heavy balls slapping painfully against her wet snatch as he laughed at her. "This is justice!" He growled. "Justice befitting of your rank and actions!" He threw up his head and howled, sinking his claws deep into her flesh and increasing his pace even further. The force of his thrusts caused the stake on which Sylvanas was bent over to creak and wobble, along with the Dark Lady herself being rocked forward violently as she voiced her forbidden pleasure in the form of screams and wails.

"I think she's enjoying it, Garwal." Varlem laughed. "She's screaming louder than Tyrande was when she first accepted us into Darnassus!"

"Tyrandes had druids to pleasure her for thousands of years, this whore is as ripe and fresh as a virgin even though she's an undead." He replied.

Slowing down, Garwal grabbed her long flowing hair in his mouth and yanked her head up, eliciting a sharp gasp from the banshee. He gave her slow, tantalizingly hard thrusts into her rear, using the strength and weight from his Worgen form to slam his hips down into her, driving his invading member deep into the bowels of her ass. Each thrust sent a shock wave through her body, causing her blood red eyes to bulge and her petite body to quake as she neared her climax.

"S-stop! Please! Too much!" She gasped, her whole body shaking as bolts of pleasure surged throughout her pale blue body.

"No whore! You deserve this and so much more! Now take it!"

Garwal withdrew from her demolished asshole and gave her one last powerful thrust into her tight cunt, using his emotions to empower him. His rage, his hate, and his unbridled lust all embodied themselves in this one last deep thrust into the destroyer of his homeland. His huge manhood sank deep into her folds, stretching her wide and slamming into her cervix, causing her to scream out in agony. At the same time, he roared, his shaft convulsed and spasmed as he emptied his balls into this bitch. His warm sticky spunk spewed forth from his bulbous head, filling her up until it splashed out onto both of them and the stone floor of her throne. He raked his claws across her skin and roared again as he pulled out of her and let his cock rest in between the cheeks of her blue ass. A smaller stream of his fluids gushed out onto her rump, covering it as some of it leaked into her asshole.

Panting, Garwal opened his mouth and let her hair drop out of it, covered in saliva and frazzled, it was a mess. He climbed off of her and looked at her, triumphant and out of breath, several different fluids coating his fur. Sylvanas was shaking and her head was hung, mouth open and drooling onto the floor after having all rational thought fucked out of her mind. Her small body was covered in a mix of scratches, cum, and wolf saliva. A stream of Garwal's jizz made its way out of her asshole and her pussy, both holes gaping wide after being painfully stretched.

"For such an evil bitch you're an amazing fuck." He laughed. "It's just too bad we have to kill you, I'm sure there are plenty of Alliance males who would love to stuff your pretty little twat."

Garwal walked in front of her and leaned down to grasp her small head in his clawed hand.

"Have fun in hell with Arthas." He said, before spitting on her already cum covered face.

"Berard, do you have the axe?"

Berard nodded. "Right here." He positioned himself to the side of the Dark Lady and rose his axe high up in the air. At that moment a loud, ear splitting shriek rang out through the throne room, and through the rest of the Undercity. Berard dropped his axe and grabbed his ears which were now streaming blood. He fell to the ground and screamed, but his scream was not heard over the one assaulting him and his companions who were doing the same as he was. The scream stopped, and all three of the Worgen struggled to look up. Lady Sylvanas was standing above them, arms crossed under her ample pair of breasts. She laughed, a beautiful, albeit terrifying sound given the circumstances.

"Did you really think that I would go down so easily?" She giggled, drawing their eyes to her jiggling tits. "No, I knew what you were when you first set foot into my city."

She turned around and picked up her bow, bending over and purposefully showing off her petite rear-end. She turned back around and faced them, face stern and red eyes as bright as ever.

"Two of you will die. One will live."

At that, she raised her finger and pointed it at Varlem, a bolt of green energy hitting him. He screamed and shriveled up into a husk as she drained his life. She turned her attention to Berard, who was trembling on the ground, and smiled. She raised her bow and shot him in the chest with one of her magical arrows. The Worgen caught on fire, shrieking as his fur burned along with his flesh.

"You get to live." She said, turning to Garwal. "In a manner of speaking."

The Dark Lady smiled as her banshee friend Sharlindra floated up behind the man and placed her hands on his shoulders. Her body merged with his as she possessed him.

"Perfect. Now I have a playmate for when times get dull." Sylvanas said, still smiling. She diverted her attention to collecting her armor and putting it on, still plastered in cum. After she was finished re-armoring herself, she giggled again. The invasion of Gilneas had brought her yet another pleasantry. 



Unfinished Business



[[names changed to protect the naughty]]

"Hey, sexy," Sam greeted, wrapping me in his arms and cupping my ass in his hands. "Thanks for coming back."

I was already starting to heat up from his touch. To save time this visit, I'd arrived already dressed, though again I had brought a second outfit just in case. But I hoped he liked this one, in which I was dressed as a sexy secretary. Tonight I had a long straightened dark wig wrapped into a bun, and had even added a pair of breast forms to fill out my 34C bra. After a few seconds in his arms, I disengaged. "Okay, follow me," Sam directed.

Instead of going to the bedroom from last night, we took the stairs to the third floor and went into the game room. With sudden alarm I noticed another man sitting on one of the recliners, who waved briskly once Sam and I walked in.

I spun around, staring at Sam. "Who's that?" I demanded, taking a step back and quickly flicking my eyes around to pick out a few escape routes if needed.

"It's okay, angel," Sam said quickly. "This is Darren. He's been my best friend since junior high. We're business partners. I told him about you this morning and he wanted to meet you too."

I took a few beats to calm myself. Somehow I just knew that Sam hadn't told his friend absolutely everything about me. It was indeed a good thing I'd decided to drive here in full girl mode. "Okay, that's fine, Sam. But it's rude to spring this on me with no notice. Next time something like happens, you won't be seeing me again."

"I'm sorry, angel," he soothed. "Don't worry, we'll make it up to you." He glanced at Darren. "Hey buddy, pour us some wine, okay?" 

Darren disappeared around the corner, while Sam and I took a seat on the sofa. Once we were alone, I whispered to Sam: "Did you tell him about...."

"No baby," he replied. "But trust me, he won't mind at all."

I was a little skeptical of this idea, but I figured that I didn't have to worry about any physical danger if Darren didn't appreciate his "surprise." And either way, I was expecting to get a double-sized tip.

Just then Darren returned, holding three goblets and a bottle of Merlot. He poured a drink for each of us and took a seat. Sam made a toast to "new experiences," which I figured was something I could drink to. I sipped mine slowly, not wanting to get too silly just yet, and also checking Darren out. He was a lot thinner than Sam and a few inches shorter, but had unusually large hands and a small, strangely sexy mouth. Either he dyed his hair regularly, or he hadn't started going grey yet. His dark brown eyes were very large and expressive. All in all, Darren had some interesting features. Not really hot by my judgment, but I had the feeling I'd soon react to him quite favorably.

Darren and Sam were talking while I continued to sip my wine, not really paying attention and wondering just how this was going to develop. Then I heard my name.

"I'm sorry, I missed it. What was that?"

"How's your wine?" Darren repeated.

"Just fine," I replied. "I really like red wines in general. Though it gets me lifted a little faster than I like sometimes."

"Really?" Darren leaned forward and studied me carefully. "Well I have something a little different if you like. Sam tells me you are a partying kind of girl, right?"

"That depends," I said, unwilling to give anything else anyway. I picked up my glass and sat on the floor between the two men. "What do you have?"

Darren reached into a shirt pocket and brought out a tiny bag, shaking it lightly between his fingertips. Of course, I knew Tina when I saw it, being no stranger to chemical recreation.

"As you can see, Darren's a little adventurous," explained Sam. "And I expect you to take very good care of him tonight. Understand?"

I nodded my head, waiting for their next move, since I wasn't going to ask, nor take any if offered until one of them took a hit first. Darren was the first to realize it. "Oh I see," he murmured to Sam, then opened the bag and shook out enough for four hits. He leaned down and inhaled one quickly, then waited for a bit until his eyes stopped watering. I decided it was okay, then sniffed my own hit. I waited out the burning in my nose, and about ten seconds afterward the rush hit me, flushing my body, erasing my tension and steadily making me aroused. A look passed between Darren and I, and at the same time we drained both our glasses. 

"That's a good girl," said Darren. "Now come over here, baby."

Without a word I sat on Darren's lap and pulled out the two crossed pens holding the bun in place. With a quick shake of my head I let my hair fall free. Darren's hands wasted no time roaming all over my upper body. He roughly kissed me, tangling his hands in my hair and just trying to devour me with his mouth. Normally I like a little more gentility in my kissing, but the crystal and wine were holding me in a firm feedback loop of over-sensitization and uninhibited carnality. I found myself responding, kissing him just as roughly and opening up Darren's pants as he continued to ravage my mouth with my lips and tongue. I soon freed his cock which had expanded to its maximum. I slid my hand slowly up and down, holding his shaft just firmly enough to make it throb harder. 

"Mmmm Ashley," he moaned, "that's very good baby." I turned around to check on Sam. He was watching attentively, still sipping his wine and enjoying the live sex show that suddenly opened up in front of him. A tearing rip caused me to refocus on Darren. He'd ripped my blouse asunder, with all but the last button dangling by a few frayed threads. Irritation flared, and before I knew what I was doing I'd reacted by slapping him across the face. He smiled as his cheek reddened, saying nothing as he seized both my wrists in one hand and tore my blouse completely off with the other, leaving only my bra below it. Then he released my wrists and pushed his pants down to his ankles. He dropped my blouse to the floor where it lay forgotten.

Gripping my wrists again, Darren maneuvered me about until I sprawled across his thighs, flat on my stomach. I felt him rucking up my miniskirt to my waist, then he announced, "You're a very hot little bitch, Ashley, but you need to learn some respect."

Not even bothering to strip off the boyshorts I was wearing, he actually began spanking me exactly like I was a misbehaving brat, giving name to each "transgression" and counting out ten licks for each. After thirty, I'd lost count and my ass was alternating between numbness and fiery throbs. And unsurprisingly my clitty was stiffening from this treatment. I knew that any second Darren might see it or feel it, and I wasn't ready for that yet. 

Finally the spanking stopped. Darren was frowning darkly. "The problem with a black ass is that you can't see it get red when you punish it. Go ahead, get down." I let myself slide to the floor. Darren spread his thighs and waved me between them. But before I started to blow him, I gathered up another hit and held it under his nostrils. Right as it disappeared in one deep sniff, I bent back down and swallowed his entire cock in one motion. His hands flew to the back of my head and stayed there. Luckily he was just small enough to swallow completely without causing me to gag, so I could really work his dick with my tongue and cheeks. He managed to hold out for two minutes before one of his hands slipped away and he began bucking his hips and down. I relaxed and let him take his pleasure with my mouth, looking directly in his eyes as he ground and thrust into my mouth, forcing me to drool messily all over his cock and balls. He certainly wasn't as vocal as Sam, with only the occasional grunt to let me know what he was feeling. But that was okay, because I could certainly read his body language just as clearly. And the message I got from his rapid panting and twitching of his thighs was that Darren was extremely excited. I let his cock slide out of my mouth and he let out a groan of disappointment. I took hold of his ankles and pushed his legs up, bracing his feet on the edge of the chair and exposing his ass. Slowly I leaned forward, licking my lips against to moisten them, then began lapping at his pink hole and using both hands to caress his balls and slowly stroke his dick. That got an immediate reaction, as Darren began humping his ass against my lips insistently. 

"That's right, you little black whore," he groaned. "Get that tongue in there. Lick my ass deep slut. Put those lips and tongue just where they belong.... Aaaaah yessss...."

His voice trailed off into a series of grunts as he ground his ass against my mouth, using my lips and tongue like a rag and directing a stream of humiliating abuse at me. His insults grew more heated as my tongue bored into his hot tunnel, slipping all the way in and rubbing furiously around his inner walls. Fifteen minutes later Darren pulled away and sat back. His entire crack was shiny with my saliva and my lipstick was now wrecked, with most of it tinting his ass faint red. I waited on my knees while he decided what he wanted to do next...and I had a feeling what he'd settle on. 

"Come here, slut," he ordered, holding an open hand just below his glistening balls. I moved forward and he took my chin in his hand, tugging me closer until I felt the heat of his balls resting on my face. I could smell my spit, his ass and a little sweat all mingled together and I began to shift uncomfortably. He held still for over a minute, watching my hands drift unconsciously between my thighs and knowing that I was continually getting hotter and hotter. Gently he began rubbing his sac over my lips and forehead, covering my face with his scent like a mask.

"Lick," Darren commanded, and I stuck out my tongue as far as I could, licking his balls when they passed near my lips. "Do you enjoy my taste, slut?"

"Yes," I answered instantly. "I love tasting all of you."

"Good." He waved his cock an inch away. "Take my cock in your mouth, whore." Darren's breathing grew ragged as I did so. His cock softened as I sucked on it gently, and then he began to piss steadily down my throat. "Ohhhh god you're such a nasty little bitch Ashley." He started moaning heatedly as he watched my throat work. "Can't believe she's letting me do this, Sam. She's so unbelievably filthy." 

Sam replied, "Yeah, I knew you wouldn't believe me til you saw with your own eyes." He'd stripped fully nude and was slowly stroking himself.

"You're right about that," said Darren. His voice was thick with arousal. "I just wish we could've gotten this on video...unnnngh." He groaned again as his flow tapered off and stopped. I sucked out the last few drops and cleaned his dick with my moistened lips, which immediately began to expand again until it was fully hardened. "Very good, whore." Darren's voice still shook a bit. "Now show me that sexy black ass."

I turned around and lay down on my stomach and knees, arching my back and raising my bottom high in the air. "Mmmmm that is soooo nice," he marveled.

"Oh yes," Sam agreed. "Soft, round all over, and compact...just sitting there on those long sexy legs." Darren had kneeled behind me and was running both hands over the contours of my cheeks, squeezing them firmly, smacking them and pinching them. "So smooth and clear...I love this pretty brown skin." His fingers worked their way under my panties and into my crack, causing me to wiggle my hips with mounting impatience. I felt two of his fingers slide into my already lubricated hole, forcing out a groan of anticipation. At that Darren pulled my panties down to my knees, promising that now I'd get his hard white dick deep in my horny little cunt. But when my panties slipped away his fingers jerked uncomfortably in my ass.

"So this slut has a little secret, hm? Our sexy little girl is really a horny pussyboy?" Darren cupped my balls in his free hand, caressing them gently. "Sam, look at her pretty little nuts!" Darren was laughing derisively, while Sam just shook his head and chuckled. "Well I'm not interested in any of that...I already know what you really want, you silly little sissy bitch. But first I'm going to make your little cunt real hot..."

Darren reached over to the table, licked a finger and scooped up another hit of crystal on it, then carefully inserted it into my hole. It hit me even faster this time as my ass burned terribly for about five seconds. I broke out in a light sweat and felt feverishly hot and deliciously loose and lightheaded. Darren fingered me for another half-minute, watching me slide my ass back and forth along his fingers. Then he pulled them out and rammed his dick into my pussy. On the third stroke he buried it completely and worked his hips in circles, opening my tunnel up even more and sending waves of heat pulsing through me. I needed more, so I grabbed his leg with one hand and began fucking his dick as he rammed it harder and harder. "Yeah baby, back up on this cock, bitch!" he yelled. "Show me how much you need me to fuck your hot cunt! Is that what you need, bitch? Show me!"

I was gasping in turn as I bounced back against Darren's hips, begging him to fill my pussy up with his dick, stretch me out and pound me as hard as he wanted. I was promising that he owned my pussy when Sam stuffed his cock in my mouth until I nearly choked. Then he let me catch a few breaths and forced me to swallow his cock again. I felt Darren's hands on my chest, carelessly yanking my bra halfway to my stomach and taking painful handfuls of the skin on my chest. I knew he was desperately looking for a pair of tits to grab, but of course I had nothing but very sensitive nipples. Darren continued to knead and squeeze the flesh there, quickly leaving me sore...but I was rapidly getting sore all over from this rough and brutal double-fucking. My own muffled moans did nothing to slow them down, since they could tell that my vibrating body needed them to bang me even harder. Sam increased his pace, grinding and crushing my lips until they were nearly bruised. Darren altered his position slightly, entering me from an angle to the right and stretching me even more. For the next five minutes only slaps against skin, low moans and ragged gasps echoed in the room...then Darren pulled out and joined Sam in front of me, giving my abused pussy a chance to rest. Sam pulled out and Darren worked his bare dick in my mouth...and I sucked it greedily, then replaced it with Sam's. For the next minutes I went back and forth between the two until they each began masturbating urgently and grunting that they were going to shoot. Darren came completely without warning, suddenly spilling out a tremendous load of semen that covered nearly my entire forehead and ran down the side of my face. A minute or so later, Sam followed...but he pushed his dick just past my lips as he did, coating my lips and tongue with several thick trails of cum. I took a minute to calm down too...then wiped up their sperm with my fingers and slowly sucked them clean while they watched.

No one spoke for a while. After some time Darren stretched and rubbed my ass appreciatively. "That was awesome, Ashley. I've never met someone as wild as you, baby. Wow...I feel like a wet rag."

I grinned. "Well I think both of you really rode me hard and put me away wet. I don't even know if I can move just yet."

Sam wasn't that wrung out yet though. "Well no need to rush home, right?" 

"No, not really," I answered.

"Well stay and have fun with us tonight, then," said Sam. "We'll cover your expenses."

I didn't have to consider too long. I could expect nearly triple for an overnight stay. "Sure, Daddy, not a problem. Just let go freshen up okay?"

The night went about how you'd expect. I spent my time giving them every hole I could and then some, even letting them take turns with me outside on the terrace (though it was too dark to be seen). And just before I had to make my way home early in the morning, I talked Darren into bending over for my hard dick while Sam fucked me one last time. It was still a good ride even though I was so hot I blew within seven or eight minutes. As I was leaving, the two dirty old men promised they'd be contacting me soon...for a "business lunch."

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Unfinished Business



I'm sitting here alone again with my thoughts. For whatever reason, he has preyed heavily on my mind these past few days. My mood can only be described as pensive. The last moments we shared replay on a seamless loop, leaving me curled up inside myself and feeling strangely empty and more alone than usual. I can't seem to shake it, and since I certainly can't unburden my soul to anyone else, you may count yourself lucky (if you like) or burdened (if you'd rather) while I attempt to unravel the scene as told from my point of view. Forgive me if some of it is a bit fuzzy. Sadly, enough time has passed to blur the edges a bit.

I'm hauling ass down the freeway, running surprisingly late. "Damn! Damn! Damn! This will never do! I absolutely MUST get there first! Wouldn't do to have him there waiting when I pull up. Oh hell- what if I'm not there and he LEAVES???" Finally, my SUV pulls in to the parking lot. After a quick trip around the perimeter to check, I pull up to the front and park. It's 0823. "Son of a bitch!" I rush inside to check in, finding the same Whateverstani foreign guy who was there last time. I'm only slightly less embarrassed than before as I strain to make sense of his words though the God-awful accent. "Whatever dude. Just shut the fuck up & give me the God-damned key already!" Then it's back out to the SUV to pull around, feeling naked and particularly unclean from the mental groping I endured- a combination invitation & I-know-what-you're-gonna-do, I pull around and realize it's the same room as last time. Coincidence?

My mind is flooded with memories of our previous encounter as I close the door. I set down my things, but I'm way too wound up to relax, so I begin to pace the room nervously as my thoughts swirl around in my head. "Why am I nervous? What the hell is wrong with me? I wanted this! Hell, I practically begged for it! Now wait just a damn minute! I don't beg, not ever! Damn. I did, didn't I? Why didn't I just leave here, just finish my business and go?" My thoughts are coming dangerously close to spinning out of control, to the point that I begin to get angry with myself.

"This IS your unfinished business."

"Shut up! I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing here! I should've just left."

"Oh please. You knew you weren't going anywhere. Not until..." The sound of crunching tires interrupts the heated argument in my head, and I peer cautiously out the window, just in time to see him open the door. "Shit! Did he see me?" Can't appear too anxious.

"Whatever, you begged for this."

"Shut up."

Suddenly, there he is, every inch of his impressive frame filling the doorway, exuding confidence and a raw sex appeal that fills the room, making me feel even smaller and anything but confident. He flops down on the bed, completely relaxed, and I force myself to follow, anything but. We make small talk for a bit; all the while I'm sure he's laughing at me for my adolescent nervousness, though thankfully he's kind enough to keep his chuckles inside. Then somehow, clothing begins to disappear, and we share a dislike for the stupid shelf-bra in my tank top. I practically jump out of my skin when his fingertips graze my breast. The nipple immediately hardens to a sensitive nub, and sends a shockwave to the pit of my stomach. Finally, there is no more clothing to remove, and it is time. Time to move forward, to take what I have shamelessly been begging for all along.

My attention is drawn to his cock, already standing at attention, so I settle myself and begin to take it into my mouth. I struggle a bit at first; my mouth is completely dry, thanks to being unbelievably nervous. Surprisingly, it still has the same effect on him, and I can feel him stiffen between my lips. Enjoying his reaction, my anxiety lessens as my mouth wets his cock and I begin to take in more and more. Just as I really begin to enjoy myself and feel my pussy getting moist, he interrupts me, telling me to turn around so he can share in the fun. Recalling his exceptional skill, I'm only too happy to reposition myself, knees planted firmly on either side of his head. I feel the first stroke of his tongue just as I lean forward to take his cock back into my mouth again.

I don't know when the last traces of anxiety melt away, only that they are completely gone, replaced by an almost painful awareness of his mouth pressed against my swollen lips. I feel his tongue touch every inch of my pussy, moving from outer lips to clit to inner lips and finally to dart playfully in and out. It's a truly heady combination for me, the feel of his tongue exploring every inch of my nether region as I draw his rock hard cock deep into my mouth again and again. I jump when he expands his exploration, now running his tongue around the outer edge of my asshole. A tiny part of my brain protests at his tongue's ministration as taboo, but the sensation is amazing, especially since his tongue has begun to work its way inside.

I think to myself how delicious his cock tastes just as he pulls me away to kneel upright above me. I'm disappointed at first, until realization hits, and I smile to think I have affected him, that he wants to draw it out as much as I do. He is being absolutely unfair though, as his tongue continues to glide back and forth between my sopping wet cunt and ass, even more so when his hand comes up and I feel his fingers begin to slide easily in and out, first in my pussy, then my ass, then both. Finally, he allows me to bend forward again and I gladly swallow every inch of his shaft. I feel myself getting closer and closer to losing control, the tension builds and begins to form a knot deep in the pit of my stomach. At this point, I'm grateful for the distraction sucking his cock down my throat provides.

Again, he lifts me away, and I'm left with only the delicious feeling of his tongue and fingers sliding out of my pussy and ass. I feel his fingers begin to slide into both and his tongue moves to lap at my clit. The combined sensations are too much for me to wrap my brain around and I reach behind me to grasp the makeshift headboard for support when I begin to feel myself slipping away. Finally it's all too much, the pressure has built and built inside of me until I can't hold it anymore, and I explode, releasing my sweet juices to be lapped up by his well-practiced tongue. I feel my internal muscles contract over and over again around his thick fingers buried in my pussy and ass as my body is racked by wave after wave of sweet sensation.

Slowly, the spasms subside and he pushes me forward in reverse cowgirl. As soon as I am in position, I feel the head of his cock at my pussy's entrance. Purely by instinct, I slide myself immediately down to take in every rock hard inch, gasping as his cock stretches me and fills me completely. I moan aloud. Finally... this is what I was waiting for. I move up and down his shaft, slowly at first, then faster as my still-sensitive cunt relaxes around him. The sweet friction of his cock sliding in and out is mind-blowing and I feel myself already getting closer to another orgasm. His hands grip my hips, encouraging me to speed up, and allowing him better leverage as I feel him raise his hips to meet mine. Again and again, our bodies meet and I delight in how his cock feels buried full length within me.

It barely registers when one of his hands slides away from my hips, until I feel his fingertip pushing its way into my ass again. I find it distracting at first, but the somewhat foreign sensation soon proves to be my undoing. I move faster now, slamming myself down onto his stiff cock at a fevered pace. The combination of his cock sliding deep in my pussy and the additional pressure of his fingers buried in my ass is more than I can take, and I come again, this time not quite as intense as the last because my internal muscles are prevented from contracting fully by his massive cock. When my movements slow back down, he lifts me off of him and we take a short break.

Upon his request, I bring out my toy collection for him to inspect. Before I know it, he is up off the bed, taking me with him. He directs me to the side of the bed, and guides me into a kneeling position on the edge. I feel myself shivering slightly in anticipation as I sense him positioning himself behind me. I know what he wants and I am nervous again. Memories of hateful events from my past wash over me now, brought unwittingly to the surface by my scarred psyche, and suddenly I am afraid. I find I am arguing with myself again, torn between the abused child/battered wife and the woman who wants so desperately to be whole again, to put old palpable fears to rest once and for all. I want nothing more than to give myself to him completely, but the fear within me is strong, stronger than my desire, and I have to fight the desperate urge to curl up in a little ball and cry as I did so many times before.

I flinch when his hand touches my inner thigh, my mind filled with dread. It's nothing he has done, only my memories that elicit this reaction. Not knowing what to expect from him, I find myself pleasantly surprised when he slides his cock back into my sweet pussy, moving slowly to allow me to relax around him. The delicious friction his movements create warms me again, and I allow myself to enjoy how very good it feels. Quiet little moans escape from my lips as his pace quickens. Just as I am really beginning to get into it, I feel him withdraw. I tense again, only briefly this time, when I feel the toy sliding in to replace his cock. It takes a minute to get used to this new sensation, the only person who has ever touched me with a toy is me, but soon enough I find myself liking it almost as much as when it was his cock filling me. Again he withdraws, leaving me briefly empty, until I feel him filling me, this time with his cock.

He continues this sweet torture, alternating back and forth between the toy and his rock-hard cock until I have reached a fevered pitch. When he presses the vibrating bullet against my clit, it's more than I can take and I'm compelled to push the hand with the bullet away from me, sighing in relief when its contact is broken. Again and again his cock fills my tender pussy. This time when he withdraws, I feel his hand encircle the base and guide the head upward. I automatically tense up when I feel it press against my ass. He only gently rubs it around the rim though, and then slides back down to drive it deep into my waiting cunt. I relax as his cock fills me. He withdraws and returns upward to rub it against my ass, this time pushing slightly but not yet with any force. My body tenses, he slides back down to fill me. Each time he does this, I feel myself relax around his thick shaft. Over and over, the process repeats.

The feeling of my muscles tensing as he pushes the head against my delicate asshole, then relaxing as he fills my sensitive pussy is a mind-blowing combination that slowly begins to drown out the memories of my shattered past. I still feel myself tense as he pushes himself more firmly against my asshole, but less and less. Suddenly, I am aware that the head of his cock is buried in my ass. I force myself to ignore the sounds of all I have known, and just allow myself to FEEL. He moves only slightly within my ass, ever so slowly pushing himself in deeper. The sensation is incomparable to anything I've known.

He continues to swap back and forth between forcefully cramming every rock hard inch deep in my pussy, then gently pushing more and more into my ass. I am driven to distraction by the pleasure/pain sensation of him filling me over and over. I can't think anymore, only feel him as he alternates between my two holes. Finally, his expert touch reaps its own reward and every inch of his hot hard cock is buried deep in my ass. Each muscle there is stretched to its limit around his thick shaft and I am amazed by how deliciously full I feel. It takes everything I've got to stay relaxed and open to him as he begins to move in and out. He withdraws slowly, then quickly slams himself deep in my dripping wet pussy, fucking me harder now. I begin to moan aloud as his huge cock drives deep into me over and over. My moans continue when he pulls back out and gently eases his cock back into my asshole and he begins to slide in and out.

The voices in my head are completely forgotten now. There is only the sensation of his cock filling my asshole. As he begins to move faster now, his hand reaches down and finds the toy he has set aside. I cry out in delight when I feel his slide it deep into my throbbing cunt and turn it on. The sensation of having both of my holes filled by him is unbelievable. When he begins to move them both at the same time, I almost can't take it. Completely empty, then absolutely filled by the fake dick he is slamming into my cunt and his throbbing cock buried deep in my ass. The delicious friction of movement inside of my two holes is amazing. Every stroke brings me closer and closer to losing control. I can feel how tense he is behind me, how hard he is concentrating to maintain his slow gentle pace of sliding his cock in and out of my ass, while pounding the dildo into my pussy. The harder he shoves it in, the more I want.

I feel my hands gripping the sheets, my breath coming in little gasps now. I'm so close, so close, just a little more will drive me over the edge. Oh dear God, it's so exquisite, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my ass while he pounds my cunt with the toy. Just a little more, a little more. It's right there now, just beyond my grasp. "Harder! Oh God, yes! YES!!! Deeper!" my mind screams out. No words are formed, only moans and gasps for breath escape from between my lips. "More! Yes, more, more!"

My hips move back of their own volition, begging him silently. Encouraged by my reaction, I feel him move faster, his thick cock now sliding deeper and more firmly inside of me, filling my ass over and over again. Finally, it's all enough, and I explode. I cry out with each delicious spasm. My pussy clamps and releases the toy and I feel my juices flow, my asshole clenches around his huge cock, my entire body shakes violently from the pulsations of my climax.

Just as my spasms begin to subside, I hear him groan softly. His hands grip my hips and he slams every inch of his now throbbing and pulsating cock one last time to spurt shot after shot of hot salty cum deep in my ass. Finally, I feel him gently withdraw, and I allow myself to collapse into a jumbled heap on the floor.



Unfinished Business



It was the end of the day and I was getting ready to close up shop when I hear the door open. 

"I'm sorry, but we're closed." I called, but there wasn't an answer.

I felt it then. 

Magic. 

After 6 years of running, staying 3 steps ahead, it wasn't enough. You were here and I was caught. 

I closed my eyes and waited for the blow that never came.

You pressed me back into the wall, staring intently into my eyes. What did you see? 

Fear? 

Desire?

It didn't matter. You had me now and there was nothing I could do about it. 

I breathed in your scent as you leaned into me, your tongue tracing a wet line up my throat to my mouth. The kiss was a deep, passionate exploration of our mouths and my body started to tighten. 

Your hands went around my waist and pulled me closer. I try to break the kiss but couldn't move. You had me completely entranced when you started to unbutton my top. I was back against the wall as your fingers caressed my skin. 

You stepped back suddenly and it was like I came up for air. I could think again.

You looked incredible. Sex incarnate. I forgot what just the site of you could do to my body. How it could make me do things I thought were impossible. I've lost myself in you so many that I had to run. I had to get away and here you are standing in front of me once again. 

You smirked and I image that to be the look the snake gave to Eve. Tempting her, as you are tempting me now, and I bit. 

My hands went to your pants, loosening your belt. I pulled your shirt free and you lifted it over your head. God did you look good. I ran my hands across your chest, feeling every inch of smooth muscle. 

You captured my hands in yours, stopping me short. You slipped my shirt from my shoulders, caressing the skin along my back. You leaned in, kissing my neck once more. Your scent was intoxicating.

I felt you unhook my bra before you pulled it from my arms. My nipples were hard, my breathing fast, when you rolled one between your fingers. A moan escaped my lips until you covered my mouth with yours. Your tongue exploring once more as your hands caressed and squeezed my breasts. 

My body was on fire and I tried to tell myself that it was your magic, but I knew it wasn't. 

Your hand slid down my stomach to my waist, searching for the zipper on my skirt. When you couldn't find, you bunched it at my waist, and slid your hand between my thighs. You laughed when you felt how wet I was, how ready I was for you. 

You placed my hands above my head, locking them in place with a simple spell. 

You knelt before me, taking my breast into your mouth. Sucking, biting, drawing another moan from my lips. 

Watching my face, you slowly pulled my black lace panties from my hips, down my thighs, and finally to the floor, helping me step out of them. 

You stood up and backed away from me then. Heat was in your eyes as you took in every inch of my almost completely naked body. You smoothed my skirt back into place and finally found the zipper, letting that fall to the floor as well. You stepped back once more and smiled. 

My need was great and all I wanted was your hands on my body once again. I tried to move forward, to get to you and couldn't. I had forgotten about your silly spell to keep me in place. 

You laughed then and came to me, kissing me deep. Your hand slid between my thighs once more and began to caress that most intimate part of myself. I could feel the pleasure building, you devouring every moan that came from my lips, till finally I was at the edge and you stopped. 

You stopped. I was confused, until it hit me. Torture. You were going to torture me until I could take it anymore, just like I had done to you the night I left. Driving you to the brink, just to stop and then start all over again. 

I was right. Your fingers started moving once more, the pleasure building, I was at the precipice, ready to fall and you stopped. 

I wanted to cry. I wanted to beg, but wouldn't give you the satisfaction. 

Your fingers started once more, only this time you watched my face. Your eyes never leaving mine as the pleasured built again, and again, and again. 

Finally I could take no more. I begged. 

"Please, please don't stop!" I gasped, but it was no use. You stopped once more. 

I stood there, staring at you, begging you with my eyes to start once more and let me finish, but you didn't. 

Instead, you removed the rest of your clothes, standing in front of me hard, erect and every bit as impressive as I remembered.

Your hand went back between my thighs, your fingers working my clit once more. I finally thought you'd let me have the pleasure I was so desperately seeking, and I was wrong once more.

Instead, your hand went around my waist, lifting me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around you, as you lowered me onto you. You held me firm, moving me up and down your length as you nibbled at my neck. My moans grew louder, my pleasure building until one last thrust and I was gone, screaming my pleasure into your shoulder. 

You released me from the wall and carried me over to the counter. Setting me down you continued to move in and out of me, harder and harder with each trust, making me scream with pleasure. I didn't know how much more I could take. You felt so incredible inside of me, my body moving against yours in a perfect rhythm. 

Nothing made any sense as the pleasure over whelmed me once more and I felt you cum inside of me. We were both panting, spent, and covered in sweat. 

"You will never leave me again my angel, do you understand me?" you said.

"Never," I replied. I was tired of running. It was time to let you win, to let you have my body any way you saw fit.