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VIP

By: vivyenne



Justine finished her stage set. A few random customers clapped as she proceeded to take her "walk of shame", circuiting the stage to collect her tips and discarded clothing. She clutched them to her chest as she scampered toward the back of the stage and exited down the stairs.

Justine moped through the hall to the dressing room. Once inside she went directly toward a row of metal lockers covered in chipping paint in a repulsive shade of pink. She fumbled with the combination lock and opened the door. She tossed her wadded up costume in her locker and began to count her tips. 

The dressing room door opened and she turned to see Rosa, a plump Puerto Rican dancer of about 19. Rosa was competitive and petty, always trying to stir trouble. Justine cringed inwardly.

Rosa stomped across the room, her platform heels cracking obtrusively against the concrete floor. She plopped down on the wooden bench in the center of the room. "It's so fucking slow tonight!" She whined in her thick Spanish accent.

"Yep," Justine replied coolly as she began rummaging through her locker for another costume. She decided on a sheer pastel pink baby doll over a matching thong. 

Justine was attempting to discourage further conversation but Rosa either didn't notice or care. Rosa continued her drunken rant, gossiping about everyone in the club, trying to stir Justine into reacting.

Justine nodded noncommittally at Rosa as she donned her lingerie. She completed the ensemble with a white satin garter, slipping it over her stiletto heel and relishing the sensation of the fabric as it slid smoothly over her thigh.

Rosa's speech was becoming increasingly incoherent. Justine focused on pushing her voice into the background as she fetched a cosmetic case from inside her cluttered locker. She carried the case toward the long mirror, setting it down on the graffiti covered counter. She looked at her reflection. The mirror was covered with a haze from too much smoke and infrequent cleaning. She had to lean in to see clearly.

Justine sighed heavily and began to powder her face and reapply her lipstick. She sprayed herself with her favorite scent and gazed upon herself in the mirror. She knew she wasn't the most attractive girl in the club but she rather liked the fact that she was not a "perfect ten". It had forced her to never rely solely on her appearance in the club or in life. She'd worked hard to develop talent and class. She knew that eventually beauty fades but she would retain her poise forever. She gave herself a flirtatious smile and wink, a habit she'd come to rely on like a talisman before securing her belongings in her locker.

Justine left Rosa in the dressing room with only a wave and made her way back into the club. She could see that it hadn't picked up any. In fact, it seemed as if several customers had left. She resigned herself to breaking even.

She passed a large group of college age boys gathered around two tables. They were laughing boisterously and downing shots of Jagermeister. As she strolled by, they hooted and hollered at her, throwing in a few obscenities for good measure.

Justine stopped and gave them that same flirty smile but continued. Experience had taught her that the youngest customers were the least profitable and the most unruly. She wanted to explore other options.

She snaked her way through the small crowd. Most of the customers were already being hustled by another dancer. She was about to make her way back to the college crowd when she noticed a handsome man sitting alone at a table near the back of the club. She began to scurry in his direction, eager to get to him before another dancer could. As she closed in on him, she slowed her pace so she could glide seductively toward him.

She gasped slightly when she got a clear view of his face. He wasn't merely handsome, he was exquisite. His lustrous dark hair dazzled beneath the lights and his strong masculine jaw was shaded with dark stubble. He wore a simple t-shirt that hugged his tightly muscled shoulders and chest as if it had been tailored just for him. 

Justine felt a flutter of anxiety. She always felt intimidated approaching extremely attractive men. 

"Hello." Justine's voice sounded too high in her own ears. She took a calming breath and continued. "Are you having a good time?"

He turned his head and he scrutinized her from head to toe, making Justine squirm with discomfort. She was accustomed to being looked over by men but his pitch eyes felt intrusive.

He ignored her question and instead replied, "Justine, right?"

She flashed a genuine smile, her dimples making a rare appearance. Most customers don't bother to remember names. "Yes, I am. So are you having fun?" she repeated.

He again answered with his own question. "Would you like to sit?" He gestured toward the empty chair across from him.

"I'd love to." Justine was sensing a bit of shyness in his demeanor and decided on a soft sale approach.

He stood up to pull out her seat. Justine was flattered by his manners but even more amazed by his incredible body when he stood. Even in her 6" heels he was much taller than her, forcing her to look up in order to make eye contact. His solid upper body that she had previously admired gave way to a trim waist and narrow hips. Her mind wandered as she imagined how delightful it would be to give this dark stranger a lap dance.

"Justine?" His deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She knew she looked foolish standing there gawking. She began to blush so furiously that even her neck and chest reddened, contrasting loudly against the pale pink of her attire. "Are you ok?" he asked, his concern sincere.

Justine nodded. "Yes. I'm fine...I....I...just remembered something...it's nothing." Justine was a terrible liar. She took her seat, crossing her legs. As he returned to his own seat she tried to calm herself once again.

"So, may I ask your name?" Her head tilted slightly as she inspected him from beneath her long lashes. 

"Theron," he replied, his voice thick and soothing.

Justine held out her dainty hand and said, "It is a pleasure meeting you, Theron."

He shook her hand firmly, his own hand large enough to fully encompass her own.

He smiled then raised a glass to his mouth and sipped at the clear liquid. Justine couldn't resist staring. His entire manner was so alluring that the simple act of drinking seemed sensual.

"Gin and tonic," he said plainly. "Would you like one?"

Justine shifted a bit in her seat. She rarely drank at work but she was feeling completely off her game and hoped a drink would help her regain her composure. 

"Sure, that would be nice. Thank you."

He caught the attention of a waitress and she approached the table. "We need two more gin and tonics." He looked at Justine. "Anything else?"

"Yes, an extra lime wedge, please."

Theron handed the waitress his credit card and she reached over him to retrieve his empty glass, giving him a clear view down her skimpy halter-top. His eyes danced subtly and Justine was amused by the mischievous smile he shortly displayed.

An awkward silence passed between them. Justine found herself in the odd position of not knowing what to say. "Did you happen to see my set?" She asked, the only reasonable thing that came to mind.

"Yes, Justine. You were very good," he replied. She loved the way he said her name and barely noticed the compliment. She was again flustered and was relieved when the waitress returned promptly with their drinks.

She lifted the glass and took a long, grateful drink. She was certain that she was making an awful fool of herself and that there wasn't any chance of closing the sale. Deciding it was better to get rejected than waste time, she suddenly blurted out, "Would you like me to dance for you?" Her cheeks immediately began to flush as she took another drink, waiting for the assumed rejection. She cast her eyes down so he would not see her disappointment. 

Without a word, he flashed his V.I.P room wristband in her line of vision. Justine beamed up at him momentarily, giddy with excitement, before the reality of business set in. Before she could mention the fee, he held up a roll of bills.

She extended her leg gracefully, allowing the baby doll to fall away from her thigh and expose her garter. "You want to put it in?" she said playfully. 

He folded the money neatly and without looking away from her fawn colored eyes, he leaned over and slid the bills under her garter, letting his fingers briefly stroke her inner thigh briefly before pulling away.

"Thank you," she said. She could still feel the warmth of his touch even after he'd settled back into his seat. They finished their drinks and ordered another round. They enjoyed lively small talk, primarily about music and films. He talked with such passion that Justine became fully immersed in the exchange until she spied the manager glaring at her from the bar. Reluctantly she returned her thoughts to work.

Justine waited for a pause in the conversation. "How about we take this back to the V.I.P. Room?" She nibbled at her lower lip.

"I'd like that, Justine." Once again, she relished in the sound of her name on his lips.

"Follow me," Justine stood, drink in one hand, and grabbing for Theron's with the other. He reached for his own drink and let her lead him through the crowded bar area to the back of the club. Once they reached the long hallway, he let go of her hand and slid his arm around her waist. 

Justine stopped at the fourth cubical and pulled back the heavy black velvet curtain for him. Theron stepped in as Justine closed the curtain securely, blocking out the peculiar club lighting. He settled into the overstuffed red settee and admired Justine's creamy alabaster skin and delicate structure.

Justine turned and gracefully bent over him. "Mind if I sit here?" She patted his thigh and immediately lowered herself onto his lap carefully so as not to spill her drink. She reached her arm around his shoulders and cradled her head in his neck while lightly swinging her feet. "You never answered my question," she whispered gently against the warmth of his neck.

"What question?"

"I asked you twice if you were enjoying yourself and you didn't answer." She lifted her head so she could see his face. 

"Well, I am now," he said, making her giggle in amusement. She swallowed the last of her drink and he took the glass from her and set it next to his own on the small end table.

"Want me to start dancing on the next song?" She was still admiring his face.

"Whenever you're ready."

She nuzzled back against him. She was feeling slightly buzzed and tremendously aroused. That combination could lead to all sorts of trouble if she didn't stay busy and she hoped the next song would start soon.

Finally, the music started to fade and the DJ began making the typical announcements. Justine got to her feet with Theron's help. "Any special requests?" She asked playfully. He shook his head. "You'll want to get comfortable." Justine helped him lean back in the settee and then stroked his moist lips for her own pleasure.

The DJ opened the next set and Justine immediately recognized the sensuous electro-pop song. She used the introduction of the song to strut toward Theron, stopping to slowly pivot in front of him before flipping her long ebony hair back and approaching him directly.

She leaned over him, one hand balanced on the settee behind his shoulder, her breast just inches from his face. Drawing her shoulders forward, the front of the baby doll opened slightly and Theron could just sight her small perky tits before she pulled back a little, closing his view.

She lowered her head. Her black hair framed both of their faces in a silken curtain. Theron looked up into her eyes and fingered a lock of her hair. He held it to his nose and inhaled the spicy yet sweet aroma. She smiled wildly as she slowly moved her face down the side of his, letting her hair caress him as her mouth fell directly over his ear. "I'm going to make this worth every dollar," Justine purred while nibbling along his neck. 

Justine abruptly pushed back, just beyond his reach, and began to rotate her hips in wide arcs. She pivoted around, her arms coiling upward, giving the appearance of a serpentine goddess. With her back to Theron she ran her hand through her hair while she shimmied her hips quickly, letting the light fabric of her lingerie flutter over her shapely ass, exposing tempting glimpses. Turning back to face Theron, Justine repeated the move, giving him a peek at her thong. 

Locking her eyes with his, she twirled the ribbon that held the baby doll closed around her index finger. She gently gave it a few short tugs until it finally released. She could see the pleasure in his eyes and she was sure her own were emitting the same. She coyly covered her tits with one arm as she wiggled her shoulders out of the straps. She gradually lowered her head, leading his eyes with her own. She released the baby doll and let it slide to the floor. She looked upon herself, caressing her small mounds of delicate flesh while kicking her discarded lingerie aside.

"Are you enjoying yourself so far?" Her voice was too breathy for the brief period dancing. She secretly hoped he would recognize it as what it was, her increasing arousal.

"You know I do." He had caught her staring at the stiffness in his pants.

Justine giggled. She spread Theron's knees apart further, put her own knee on the settee between his legs and raised herself up to straddle him, both arms extended to steady herself against the back of the settee. As the song worked into an up-tempo chorus, Justine used her thighs to locate his swelling cock and began to grind in short circles just above it. She gazed down upon him when she could, but her eyes began to flutter closed. 

She leaned in to his ear again and lightly kissed it. "You know, you can touch me, if you want."

Theron lifted his hands from his sides and grasped her hip with one while the other found its way to her tits, groping roughly. Justine's head fell back in pleasure, her hair sweeping softly across her bare shoulders and causing her to shudder. Her nipples began to harden, turning into rosy pink little buds. She made eye contact again and gave him a playful smirk as she eased herself fully onto his lap. She heard a faint moan as his eager cock at last made contact with her. She slowed her grinding and bent backward at the waist, trusting him to hold her so she would not fall. Theron was hungry to get her firmly back on his lap and pulled her forward, trying to press her against him. She wiggled free of his grip and pressed her body against his hard chest. Her legs dropped to the floor, her body sliding along his until she was on her knees between his legs.

She gave him a stern look as she placed one palm on each of his knees and moved his legs a little wider apart. "You can touch, Theron, but you've gotta let me do the dancing." she admonished him and then gave him a sly wink.

"I tried." His voice was sinister. "But it's just so hard."

"Around here, dear, that is considered positive feedback for a job well done." She tried to keep a straight face but failed.

"You're not done, yet," he growled.

"And neither are you, Theron," she taunted as she began to rotate her upper body in circles. Each circle brought her tits closer to his crotch until she was rubbing them on him, bringing her face in close so she could breathe heavily over his lap. She grabbed his fly with her teeth and giving a series of sharp yanks. She could feel his thickness straining against his jeans and longed to set it free but she continued to remind herself that she was a professional. 

Justine got quickly to her feet and climbed on to the settee next to him. Resting on her knees, she untucked his shirt, running her hands up and under it, letting her nails lightly trail across his skin and teasing his nipples tenderly. Theron gasped and his eyes seemed to grow darker. She climbed back on his lap, this time facing away from him. She leaned back against his chest and he reached around her to grope her inner thighs. His masterful hands slithered upward until they were touching her moist thong. She began to writhe and a small whine escaped her lips. 

Justine wanted nothing more than to let him continue but she tried to obliterate the thought. She had a staunch rule about relations of any kind with customers. In all the years of dancing, she had never broken it and she credited it with her ability to survive the perils of the job.

Justine arched her back, pushing herself away from him quickly and sliding once again to the floor. She crawled away from his reach, her tight ass swaying invitingly as she prowled across the floor. She glimpsed at him over her shoulder and saw that he was casually stroking his manhood through his pants. She lowered her upper body to the floor, arched her back deeply, and thrusting her hips high in the air. She rocked in rhythm with the music, her legs kicking playfully for a few seconds before she slid her hands down her lithe body and hooked her thumbs in her thong and wiggled it down over her hips. She heard Theron groan behind her, which was as pleasing to her as his touch.

Justine pushed herself to her knees. She rolled her shoulders and head opposite the direction of her gyrating hip as she worked the garment down to her creamy thighs. Once the thong rested around her knees, she leaned into a sitting position on the side of her hip and leisurely peeled the thong the rest of the way off. She expertly caught it with her heel and spun it around before kicking it aside. 

"Is this what you are waiting for?" She asked bombastically. She lay on her back and opened her legs in a wide "V" so he could get a full view of her petal pink cunt. She pretended to play with her slick, bare pussy but the temptation was too great and she found herself truly fondling herself. She fingered her silver clit ring; rolling the small bead between her ruby polished nails until her clit was so hard, it began to ache.

The music drifted off and there was a brief pause before the club was filled with a slower tempo sludge tune. Justine climbed back on Theron's lap with his help and began to grind and rock her ass against his rigid cock. She felt exhilarated by the seductiveness of the music and the look of ecstasy in his eyes. 

He gripped her hips and pressed himself snugly against her. Justine felt her cunt growing wetter and knew Theron could feel the moisture as it seeped onto his pants. He wrapped one hand in the back of her hair and guided her head back so that he could bury his face in her tits. Justine kept frantically grinding; her breath grew shallow and her skin dewy. Theron's tongue flickered across her erect nipple and then he gnawed on it sharply. Justine yelped with pain and delight. 

Justine pulled her head forward and looked dreamily into his eyes. She was overwhelmed with desire and need. Her convictions were crumbing. She lunged for his mouth with hers. She knew she was crossing the line but she could not stop herself. Her tongue traced his warm mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She nudged his mouth open and let her tongue play wildly with his. His mouth was intoxicating her. Justine knew she would not stop herself.

Theron embraced her closer making it difficult for Justine to continue thrusting against him. She released a feeble whimper into his mouth as he continued to secure her tightly against him. Their kissing grew more furious. Justine struggled free and Theron looked at her with confusion.

"I want to see your cock!" She slid down from his lap and onto the floor and made a grab for the button on his pants. Her shaky hands fumbled with it for a brief moment before she was able to unbutton and unzip his jeans. She began to yank helplessly at his pants and boxers. 


VIP Anniversary



Disclaimer: For those readers with discriminating tastes when it comes to interracial sex, this story will only piss you off. So, any anonymous flamers please do us both a favor and skip this story. 

"A woman's dress should be like a barbed wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view." –Sophia Loren

As it happened, my sister and I were having a girls-day-on-the-town when a tantalizing subject came up again in our conversation. I'm sure it's not out of the ordinary for two mature white women, sipping cocktails at a local bistro at four on an autumn afternoon; to reminisce about the sizable male genitalia they've been treated to throughout the years. However, the fact that the two of us could speak truthfully from real-life experience made the dialog unique.

"You can see they're fakes. I mean they have to literally hold on to those (obviously lifeless) two-foot honkers the whole time. And those tiny, white stick sluts they always show paired up with them, being so shocked and amazed... I mean, give me a break!" Debbie recounted after viewing some outrageous website she stumbled upon.

"What's it called again?" I laughed.

"I don't know... Crazy Cock Boys dot com, or some shit," she shook her head.

"Hmm, I'll have to check it out," blankly taking another sip from my Mimosa.

"You look a little preoccupied Baby," she said, gently touching my hand. "Is everything okay?"

Of course, whenever Debbie brings up the subject of big cocks, especially extra-large black ones, my thoughts are instantly transported to memories of Hubby's surprise trip for us to Minneapolis a few years back.

"Just another Minnesota flashback... our anniversary, ya know."

"That's where you scored that cute little black sequined dress wasn't it? Ooh, and that sexy bustier... you never did tell me the whole story," Debbie prodded.

"Well, I guess there isn't a lot to tell," my eyes shifted from hers to refocus on the blurred rim of my glass.

"You know Barb; I can always tell when you're lying. You get that sneaky subtle smile."

"What smile?" I toyed, letting my fingers feel the sleek, frosty form of my martini glass.

"That one there... SEE!" She pointed. "Now spill it girl, or I'll just bug the hell out of Donny, 'til he tells me."

"Hmm, that probably wouldn't be such a good idea; especially if you're aiming for accuracy," I laughed.

"So then, why not save me the trouble, and just TELL me, damn it! It has something to do with big black cocks, right?"

"I suppose we... I mean you and I, don't have much to be secretive about, do we?" (New readers can refer to my "Security Room Gangbang" story regarding that comment.)

Not getting a verbal response, I gathered from her determined expression, she was serious. I quickly thought back and re-assembled one of the more erotic episodes that hubby and I have ever shared.

The Perfect Little Black Dress +++++

It had been quite some time since Donny and I ran off on an adventure of any kind. So, when he suggested that we head to Minneapolis under the guise of celebrating our anniversary, I was pleasantly surprised. I figured it would be an excellent chance for us to shake the dust off our libidos and, in his words, "have a sexy, fun time." This was our first trip to the Twin Cities and the Mall of America. Needless to say, that even made me more anxious to do some major shopping. 

Shopping has always meant two different things to the two of us. As with most couples, the man is characteristically quite ready to call it a day, about the time his lady is getting her second wind. This particular outing was different. He didn't put up even the slightest stink when I drug him to the eighth shoe store.

"I hope you're still planning on picking up something special to wear for tonight," he suggested.

"Does that mean you're taking me dancing?" I nudged.

"You bet! A great meal, some fancy dancin', a swanky hotel, and perhaps a few surprises. You're getting spoiled tonight, for sure," my hubby proudly smiled. 

"Sounds like somebody wants to make sure he gets laid," I smirked and squeezed his ass.

Draping his arm over my shoulders as we walked, he admitted, "Well sure. I just know you're not a cheap date. Besides, there's no sales tax in Minnesota on clothing; betcha didn't know that?"

"Oh really! Well then you can buy me something pretty in here," I stated, pulling him by the arm into a rather upscale dress shop. Always strike when the iron is hot.

Thumbing from one clothes rack to another, among cocktail gowns and prom dresses, I pulled a black sheath dress off the rack. Donny remarked how full of sequins it was, and that he wasn't completely sold on the upper portion of the knee-length, expensive little number.

"Oh Honey, you're always having me wear those low neck things; I think this one could be very sexy too. Here, let me try it on." My excitement must have been sufficient for him to let me scurry off to find a dressing room, without his normal eye rolling.

The sleeveless, black sparkling dress came up to a halter-type choke collar that hooked at the back of the neck. Though it thoroughly covered my chest, the back zipper only came up far enough to cover my rear. This left my back and arms totally exposed. As I couldn't very well wear the dress without a bra, I'd have to come up with some sort of support. Making my way from the dressing room, Donny's wide eyes and smile told me he approved of my selection, at least on one level. The sexy, black dress fit my 36-26-35 shape wonderfully. For once it made my legs, not my d-cupped boobs, the focal point. I knew this fancy rag didn't accentuate how he generally preferred to show me off, but after stepping into a sleek pair of spiky 5-inch pair of black pumps, he was instantly pleased with my selection. 

That was the good news. Unfortunately the store didn't carry a selection of strapless corsets, which the dress desperately needed. The sales girl suggested a certain downtown boutique that carried such frilly garments. After having Donny treat me to a pair of CFM pumps, a shiny new dress, and a beautiful set of dangling silver earrings, I was feeling mighty special–even a little sexified. 

In retrospect, my ensemble resembled that of an expensive call girl; an outfit I would never wear around our conservative little city. However, there's something so freeing about the anonymity of visiting a different metropolis hundreds of miles from home. The chance to explore pent up fantasies in a remote environment where nobody recognizes you is delightfully compelling. What came next served to further define an adventure I certainly could have never imagined. 

Discovering My Black Ass +++++

Vanessa's Closet was the name outside of the small lingerie boutique located just off the main business district. "This must be da place!" Donny said, as we parked and made our way across the busy street. Judging from the female manikins outfitted in skimpy lingerie in the window, I supposed that's what got his attention. Stepping inside the tiny lavender-scented emporium, I noticed another feature sure to captivate him. Glossing over racks and tables of sexy lingerie, I caught sight of a voluptuous sales woman assisting a customer. I should have commended Donny for keeping his initial shock to a minimum, as the shorter black lady was extremely well endowed.

Picking through tables and racks of silky ensembles, I didn't immediately spy anything that might work for me. The buxom sales lady glanced up at us several times, before finally shooting us a big disarming smile. "She seems nice. I'll bet she knows exactly what you need, Baby," Donny whispered.

"Well, for God sakes don't bother her. I'm sure I can find something," I flashed a half smile back at her, before heading to another rack of sexy under things. Perusing through camisoles and flimsy nightgowns, I failed to hear the front door shut. Looking up to check the saleslady's whereabouts, I lost her. "Now I wonder where..." I started, and then felt a light touch on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. Did I startle you?" Came a voice from behind.

"Oh Hi! No, we were just looking..." I nervously replied, turning to return her greeting.

"Hi, I'm Vanessa. Can I help?" She smiled up at me, brushing back her long black hair.

"Are you THE Vanessa?" Donny asked, motioning to the door sign, but hardly taking his eyes off her imposing chest.

"Yes Sir, that's me. And you must be... Cary Grant?" She winked.

"Who him?" I laughed. "No, no that's just Donny."

"Well Just Donny, you definitely have that Cary Grant thing goin' on! Now, what can I find for you newlyweds?"

Of course Donny instantly became an authority on ladies underwear. I must admit it was hilarious watching him trying to describe precisely what I needed. Vanessa gently took my elbow and pulled me aside, "Honey, you looking for a corset or bustier for a new dress?" Her sweet eyes sparkled.

"Yes," I sighed.

"I've got all sorts to choose from. Why don't we send Clueless Cary to fetch the dress, while we take a look?" She asked, pressing herself close to me as we turned. Her cute, beige wrap-around top, offered a classy yet tempting view of a deep cleavage many a conservative woman would find appalling. To me (and I'm sure my hubby), I found it to be quite alluring. 

Like a puppy devoted to playing fetch, Donny eagerly ambled out to get my latest mall acquisition. Funny Vanessa and I engaged in friendly girl-talk, as she led me back to a series of fitting rooms beyond the main sales counter. She seemed especially thrilled to hear we were celebrating our anniversary with a night of fine dining and dancing. Once she discovered we were from out-of-town, this 35-yr-old lady, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Donna Summer, the great disco diva, was full of all sorts of suggestions.

"Girl, you two picked the right town to party in," she began, as she helped me out of my casual, sleeveless top and shorts. I was so caught up in her vibrant character; I took little notice of all the personal attention. It wasn't until Donny somehow found his way back to the dressing area, that I felt subconscious with her intimate approach. "God, you two are SO cute! Cary, now you didn't say a damn thing about this whole anniversary thing–naughty you. Here give me that. You just go sit over there while we get sized up." She directed, as she un-bagged my shiny new dress.

She oohed and aahed over the dress, as she helped me into it. "Yes Ma'am that IS one sexy fit for off-the-rack," she pronounced, zipping up the rear. "Please Barb, can I call you Barb, don't take this wrong... but Girl, you definitely have a black ass," Vanessa cooed.

"Oh No! Did I spill something already?" I shrieked and turned in the mirror to locate my mistake. 

"Calm down, be cool now. I mean you have a BLACK ass," she stated and turned to wag her ass at me.

"OH! God, I'm so lame," I blushed. "Well, thank you, I guess."

"See how your booty hangs out there–looking good?" She said, pointing into the mirror. "Guys probably give it up for you all the time, don't they Baby; havin' a phat ass like that? Of course we'll need to shorten the hem, if you're planning on doing any dancin' in this town, but I can take care of that."

Telling a woman, especially a white one, that she naturally has an ass to be proud of, after she's done her best for years trying to lose it, is so refreshing. I couldn't help but fixate on my derrière, as Vanessa helped me back out of the dress. 

"Come to think of it, no. I usually get a fair amount of attention from these," I laughed, and lightly shook my weighty jugs, "but never my ass." I shrugged.

"Well Honey, those guys don't know what they're missin'. You're gonna show them tonight though– show them ALL that good stuff!" She said, half-dancing while she unhooked my bra.

"Ah, is that..." I was taken back.

"Necessary? I think so Darlin'. I can tell you're a 36, but we need to make sure and fill those cups to the brim, ya know," she winked and grabbed my firm melons. I was so impressed that she could easily guess my size that I let her have a grab. "I think you might want to go with a bustier, instead of a corset. I mean, you could go either way, but that dress is so classy. That ole Tom Jones-English-whore look might just be the way to go," she theorized. 

"Okay..." I sheepishly pleaded ignorance.

Hot Stuff Baby Tonight +++++

"Donna Summer–that's who you look like!" I yelled loud enough for her to hear me, as she made a quick exit.

"Yeah, I get that all the time–a stubby Donna Summer with huge tits!" She hollered back.

I laughed at her personal assessment, as she came back toting three short lacey garments that resembled body armor. After holding each Victorian-looking bustier to my bare chest, she helped me squeeze into a rather plain black one. "God, is it supposed to be so damn tight?" I asked, catching my breath.

"Don't fight it Honey; you'll get used to it. Besides I think this one will do the trick," Vanessa smiled in the mirror, as she zipped up the back.

"And what sort of trick is..." I stopped at the sight of my reflection. "Oh MY!" I nearly gasped at the sight of my puffed up puppies ready to pour out from their new home. The slimming effect on my waist was even more impressive. "Oh my goodness!" I turned profile to take in my whole new sexy self.

"Goodness got nothin' to do with it. Baby, once we slide you into a garter belt and a fresh set of sheers, there won't be one damn NICE thing about you. We're talking hot and ready for any VIP room in this town, for sure," she added.

Standing there taking stock of my re-shaped torso, I was tempted to agree with her assessment. I had only of few more minutes of gloating, before she returned with a black garter belt, black hose, and a silky pair of French-cut satin panties.

"You okay nasty girl? I'll let you get it together, while I go over some things with Mr. Cary Grant." She said and quickly disappeared again.

Over-hearing their muffled voices from beyond the dressing room door, I followed her directions. As I eased my mature parts into the rest of the seductive lingerie, I sensed an attitude change sweep over me. By the time I squeezed into the panties I felt a distinct change in my persona. Of course, the fact that I looked like every virile man's secret desire didn't hurt my evaluation. Since my new pumps were in the dress bag, I slipped them on to complete the erotic image. Standing in the mirror was a version of myself I would have never recognized. "This is gonna be one hell of an adventure!" I uttered, just as Vanessa burst back into the small dressing room, carrying a carafe and two fancy shot glasses. 

"I hope you don't mind, but I thought we'd celebrate the new you," She asked.

"Sounds good to me. Wow, what is that? It's soo friggin' smooth!" I reacted to the tasty shot of liquor, sliding like warm glycerin down my throat.

"It's tequila, but not just any tequila. They call it "1800". Yummy stuff," she commented, and then poured us both another shot. "At 38 bucks a bottle, I only break this out for special occasions," she admitted.

"Well, I don't know how special this is for you, but I'm definitely feeling frisky," I said, towering over her five foot frame in my black patent leather pumps.

"Frisky? Are you trying to say you're horny... that your pussy is on fire for some nice thick man meat? God, you white women never cease to amaze me!"

"YES, okay damn it! Send that Cary Grant S.O.B. in here and I'll rape the fucker right here and now; how's that?"

There must have been enough fire in my tone to convince her of my sincerity. However, instead of bringing Donny in, she suggested we might be more relaxed in another room. When I didn't see my hubby waiting outside of the door, I became suspicious. However, when she opened a door to an adjoining dressing room, a much larger furnished area, and I saw Donny, my apprehension faded. 

"WOW! My God Barb, is that YOU?" Hubby's jaw nearly hit the floor. "'Nessa said I was in for a surprise, but this... WOW!" He reiterated and stepped toward me.

"You like?" I teased and gave him a full runway turn.

Stopping dead in his tracks, he was content to let me perform. Letting his eyes bathe in my newfound sensuality, I slowly bobbed and weaved in and out of his grasp. "Vanessa says I have a black ass."

"Hey, I have no reason to doubt her judgment on that subject," Donny simmered, edging his hand inside my panties. "She told me she thinks you look like that Christine character from that "Coach" TV series... what's her name; except with big tits... and ass, of course."

"Ha, she's so funny. That's Shelly what's-her-name. She used to on the old Donna Reed Show too. Maybe I should do a sexy version of Johnny Angel for ya?" I slyly teased.

Up until that point, putting on a little show for my hubby was devilish fun. Suddenly, feeling the warmth of his hand on my equally warm pussy switched on my internal faucet. My juices started to flow. I backed away quick and swung around to face Vanessa, standing a few steps behind me.

"God, I think I really DO need to be fucked," I leaned down to whisper my realization in confidence.

"Well don't let me hold ya back, Sister. I've got plenty to do out front. You two just make yourselves at home, and have a good time." She gave us both a big toothy grin, paying special attention to my husband's emerging hardon, before leaving us alone.

"So, do you think it's safe in here? I mean we've only just met this woman..." I began, as Donny resumed his foreplay.

"She seems really nice to me, and she sure knows how to pick the perfect hardware," He schmoozed in my ear.

With his persistent fingers circling and probing my slippery slit, I purred, "You're just turned on by her huge hooters."

"Well I do admit they are attention-getters, aren't they?"

"Uh-huh," I numbly agreed, prying my panties down to allow him complete access.

"And, I suppose you want me to leave the shoes on?" I offered, stepping gingerly out of the panties.

Hubby suddenly transformed into a horny Houdini. Shoes and socks, slacks and shirt flew off of him in a matter of seconds. I sauntered over to one of two daybeds in the room. Pulling back a red duvet, I slithered into the bed. 

"Damn Baby, I don't think I've ever seen you look so..." Donny started, while he stepped toward me, slowly jacking his exposed eight-incher.

"So sexy?" I asked, splaying my legs to hand-pamper my blonde bush. "So hot?" I offered. "So completely fuckable!" I further proposed, fingers spreading my lips to show off my pink pussy.

That's all it took. He was on me and in me in a heartbeat. His hands worked in tandem to caress my charcoal nylon-covered legs. Pulling my ankles together and up to my neck, he took a bead on his intended target. His hot hard poker easily slid between my silky lips and filled my vagina. After years of lovemaking; in all kinds of places; in most every conceivable position; this time fucking hubby seemed significantly hotter for some reason. As words of love and lust tumbled from our tongues, I began to feel this added avarice must be due in large part to my sexy new ensemble. True, it was self indulgent of me; but damn it, I looked and felt sexier than ever before!

Vanessa Prefers Vanilla +++++

After about 15 minutes of solid screwing, Donny emptied a creamy load inside me. He was winding things up, when our heavy-breasted saleslady returned. "Oh, I'm sorry... am I intruding?" Nessa asked rhetorically, as she strode confidently across the carpeted floor. I could see through her imaginary blinders, she was trying to avert her focus from my naked husband, as she relaxed on the matching daybed across from us.

"No, you're okay, Vanessa. I believe we're done, aren't we Honey?" I smiled with an optimistic lilt in my voice that left further options up to my husband.




VIP Anniversary



"Uh-yeah... for round one, at least," he returned a glancing smile to both Nessa and I, before grabbing up his clothes to cover up and head to the restroom.

"Damn, I was hoping to catch you two in the act. Ya know, just a few pump-n-grunts would have been nice."

Strutting tall in my elevated heels, I felt that wondrous rejuvenated sense of just devouring a tasty cuisine of hors d'oeuvres. The shit-eating grin on my face must have said as much. I approached her. She took an extra look between my thighs, before turning around to reach inside a bedside table. Had she seen hubby's creamy white globs of cum on me? I stopped directly in front of her to shove my boobs back into the tight confines of my new bustier. 

"You'd like to fuck my husband, wouldn't you?"

"I don't know what you mean. Not many customers today; I just decided to close up early–that's all," she made a feeble excuse, and returned from the table to face me.

"What's that you're hiding Nessa?"

I leaned down to reach behind her, purposely shoving my chest into her face. Grabbing hold of a large dildo she was hiding, I pulled it from her grasp. "Hmm, rather ambitious aren't we?" I noted, running my hand slowly up and down to measure the average sized, thick, pink, rubber, pussy-pleaser. Nessa slightly nodded before dropping her head. "Honey, you've got a thing for white cocks, don't you?" It suddenly dawned on me. Still in retreat, she barely nodded. I slowly lifted her chin with one hand. I wanted to make sure she could see my other hand forcing the fake cock between my thighs. Scooping up several savory globs of cum with the tip of it, I brought it within inches of her face. "Don't you?" I reiterated, tempting her with a taste. Raising her eyes to mine, and then back at the bait, her pink tongue emerged to take a nice long lick.

"You know I'll make it up to you tonight," she devilishly promised. Batting her long-lashed eyelids, the bosomy black beauty slowly savored my hubby's cum from the veined shaft and smiled. I returned her smile and sat down beside her on the daybed. My sexy new lingerie ignited the essence of a more powerful, controlling me. I could have possibly gone totally domineering at that point, but that sort of bargaining would have been over the top. Some sort of sixth sense told me early on, she wasn't into lady lovers. 

"So, what other wonders are you hiding in there, SweetThing?" I whispered, while my hands went to work undoing her wrap-around blouse. "Should I take a guess at these, or..."

"Thirty-eight-F," she interrupted, pulling her arms from the short-sleeved blouse with a sense of pride.

My fingers danced along her décolletage, faintly retreating as she stood up to face me. I caught sight of my husband silently entering, as she undid her plain beige skirt, and let it fall to the floor. Clad only in her bra, panties and heels, the short, top-heavy mini-goddess backed up to give me a full frontal view. I got to my feet, as Donny quietly made his way toward Nessa from behind. Doffing her long broad-curled black locks, I detected her eyes glancing to the side. She sensed Donny approaching and almost wilted, feeling his hands on her upper arms.

I took a few steps forward, until our bodies were mere inches from each other. "Honey, I believe the lady would like to make a bargain." Donny's hands stopped at her sensuous shoulders. Silently, she let my fingers pull down her bra straps. A long exhale of her warm breath hit my bare upper chest, as the weight of her heavy boulders released. 

Donny's unbuttoned shirt and jeans soon fell, before his hands quickly returned to caress her milk chocolate body. "Well, any bargains you ladies agree on are fine with me," he vaguely replied. Keeping his eyes fixed on mine, he bent his head to nuzzle Nessa's neck and shoulders from behind. She complied and laid her head to one side to rub against his bare shoulder. I took that sign as my cue to retreat.

Taking hold of Nessa's rubber cock, I slid my sexy self back into my designated daybed. It was my turn to watch my hubby get it on with the ebony seductress. The whole role reversal idea crossed my mind, as things heated up between them. Since I was more or less used to being the "show" when it came to our group encounters, this was an intriguing switch. Taking another swig of 1800, my petty thoughts of jealousy vaporized. The more Donny uncovered Vanessa's obvious attributes; the more I realized there are some women who undeniably look better without clothes. She was one of the lucky few. Watching her sliding the length of Donny's pole against her shaven pussy, I let out an unconscious moan.

I've never been a big fan of cocks, unless they're firmly attached to something with a heartbeat. However, my first thoughts of discarding Nessa's sizable hunk of rubber also vanished, as I spread my legs to tease myself. I mean, what was I supposed to do without popcorn? Spreading my lower lips, still wet with plenty of our homemade lubricant, I edged my ass deeper into the bed. Eyes focused on hubby's cock entering her pussy, I wedged the dildo head in mine. Donny sucked in as much of her humongous tit as he could, while I responded equally as well with my own. 

As he forced more of his shaft inside her, I was somewhat surprised to see her recoil. Fully extending her fingertips at his hips to hold him off, her passionate facial expressions and moans spoke otherwise. Of course this dichotomy was completely lost on my single-task oriented husband. Caught up in her sensual beauty, he was bound and determined to get his rocks off. In order to complete his self-appointed duty, I knew it would require some deep drilling. Disregarding her objections, he hoisted her short legs to his neck and proceeded to attack her chocolate hole with a vengeance. Burying his meat to the hilt, I bridged my back to accept more of the lady's borrowed phallus. Several tantalizing strokes later, I forced it deep in my vagina. 

Nessa's screams blended with mine in a chorus of mutual pain and delight, as my rubber fuck-buddy filled my love hole. Slapping my extended labia and clit with one hand, and grappling with my tits, I reached the sweetest orgasm. I was still in the throes of sexual release, when Donny finished up and withdrew from her.

Wiping beads of perspiration from her forehead, Vanessa got to her feet and gave Donny a well-deserved soul kiss. "Something tells me you two are in for a fun night," she said, glancing at the hunk of rubber meat fully lodged in me. "Girl, you're gonna just LOVE the VIP; plenty of super-sized man meat, ya know."

I must have blushed, as I slowly extracted the saturated dong from my pussy. "VIP? What's that... Very Impressive Pricks?" I mused.

"I wouldn't laugh, if I was you, Baby. Those boys pack some real shit... definitely more than I could ever handle," Nessa admitted.

The three of us dressed. Donny explained our plans for the evening, and noted that we'd make an extra effort to meet up with Nessa later for some dancing. Nessa mentioned that her husband, Leon, drove for a limousine service, and insisted that we let him chauffeur us for the night. Considering we were in town to celebrate our anniversary, that seemed like a perfect idea. "Don't worry 'bout your dress, I'll get it hemmed. Leon will bring it with him when he picks you guys up," Nessa said, tucking in her blouse. Once we settled our bill for my new lingerie, Donny and I both gave her some friendly pecks on the cheek, and headed back to our hotel.

Our Chauffeur Awaits +++++

Back in our room to shower and dress for the evening, Donny further explained the significance of the VIP room. "Basically, it's just an extra section of a club where anything goes," he grinned.

"Anything?" I asked.

"Yeah, from what I understand... pretty much anything," Donny said, indicating this wasn't the type of place he would normally visit–what a liar.

"And you think this would be the kind of place for married couples to celebrate their anniversaries?" I argued.

"Well, I can't speak for all married couples, but we might get a kick out of it," he reasoned in his own wicked way.

Toweling off after my shower, I must admit his sweet adoration the past few days had been impressive. This would be part of our big adventure. I figured as long as no one gets hurt we could try just about anything. I suppose I was in a like state of mind, when I came from the bathroom half-dressed, only to find Donny had hooked up our video camera.

"Don't wanna miss a chance to get that on film," he said panning up and down my torso in my new bustier and garter belt.

"Oh God! At least wait until I have the whole outfit on!" I snapped and scampered back to the bathroom. 

I went about dressing and primping for the evening. About halfway through applying my makeup we got a knock at the door. It was our chauffeur for the night, Vanessa's husband, delivering my freshly altered dress. "Hi, you must be Leon! Nice to meet ya," I yelled, edging just my head from the bathroom to catch a glimpse of the neatly attired driver in his dark uniform and matching cap. My scanning glance revealed few unexpected features of the short black man in his late thirties... a comparatively normal looking guy, compared to his voluptuous wife.

Leon quietly nodded and smiled hesitantly, as Donny took the hanging dress, before transferring it to me. Closing the bathroom door, I hung up the shortened gown on the door, while my hubby and Leon made polite conversation. Patching up a few minor blemishes, I unhooked and squeezed into the little black dress. Zipping the lower back and hooking the clasp around my neck, I peered into the mirror.

"Oh my GAWD... I can't go out dancing in THIS!" I stood, glaring down at my exposed thighs. Vanessa had surgically trimmed inches off the hem. The dress still covered my ass, but not much more. "Donny! Come look at this... you too Leon!" I hollered. 

"Wow Baby, now that really is one, sexy dress," Donny expectedly drooled, while Leon silently appraised my ensemble.

"Well, it is short, but I think that's how they're wearing..." Leon started, when I interrupted.

"Who's wearing dresses this fucking short–teenagers? I mean look..." I stated, raised my arms and bent over at the waist. "Look! You can see my... damn near everything," I said, twisting my head backward to await their response.

"Hmm, maybe the heels will help," my husband offered lamely.

"Yeah, they'll help make my legs look even longer; that's about it!" I shook my head. Steadying myself on Leon's shoulder, I climbed into the 5-inch pumps.

I felt like some new species of stork, as I regained my balance. "Very attractive, I think," Leon offered. "You do have a sweet pair of stems to go with that phat ass," he added, before taking a gander at his watch. To inject a sense of finality, Leon reminded us of our reservation times. 

"Hmmm, well I'll just have to live with your assessment for now," I rolled my eyes. I had to admit the pumps really did help bring even more attention to my legs. Rummaging through my suitcase, I quickly pulled out a long, dark trench coat. "At least that would cover up enough to get us through dinner," I figured, grabbing my black patent leather purse. 

It had been like forever (probably some family member's funeral) since Donny and I had shared such a fancy ride. The long black limo, and our own uniformed chauffeur made me feel so decadent and spoiled. I was noting every wonderful nuance of the plush interior and modern devices, when Leon lowered the privacy window. 

"Here Ma'am, these are for you," he said formally, as he presented me a bouquet of beautiful white carnations and a brand new amber bottle of 1800 wrapped in a red velvet ribbon.

"Oh my Leon, that's so sweet! But, please call me Barb," I replied, before handing the expensive bottle of tequila to Donny. "Goodness, what a wonderful surprise! Is all this from you, Honey?" I asked, while my husband poured two short glasses.

"Hey, it IS our anniversary, ya know. Only the best for you tonight, Baby." He toasted.

"Oooh, does that mean I rate the VIP room too?"

Glancing down at my exposed legs and garter straps, he smiled, "I'd say you are most definitely VIP material... if that's what you're going for."

I brushed my ash blonde curls away from my face, downed a shot of the strong silky elixir, winked, and grinned devilishly. That final shot provided all the extra courage needed. Leon pulled over to the curb at the Karma Club. The fancy upscale club was highly regarded for their excellent cuisine, but I couldn't help noting the finely dressed patrons. All my fretting about my showy dress length proved to be unwarranted. Mine wasn't the only one cut inappropriately high. Granted the other women, nearly all black, were predominately on the younger side of 30, but I certainly didn't feel out of place. Hell, besides feeling incredibly sexy, my sparkling attire gave me kind of a regal flair.

The food and service were impeccable. As one of the few white couples dining, we garnered plenty of extra head nods from the women; even more nodding from the men in suits. Lightly chit-chatting with my distinguished Cary Grant-Honey, I was quite comfortable dining among the swells—thank you very much. Since the posh place had an adequate dance floor, we could have stayed there for evening. However, after nursing our after dinner aperitifs, Donny reminded me that the Tabu Lounge was "the place" for dancing. Besides, Vanessa was probably expecting us by now. And, let's not forget those VIP rooms. "Goodness no, let's not forget THEM!" I echoed.

Back in Leon's limo, the belle-of-the-ball and her handsome suitor were headed off for adventure-land part two or three. A few more straight shots of 1800 in our mobile hideaway had us both quite relaxed and feeling sexy. "So, since you had your little fun with Nessa today, does that mean I should be compensated tonight?" I suggested, shifting in my seat to show more of my artificially tanned thighs.

"Like I said before, Baby; whatever makes you happy."

"That's not quite what you said, Donny. You said something about only the best, or some shit," I corrected.

"Well okay, I mean only the best should make you happy," Hubby amended, running his hand between my thighs.

Spreading my legs to accommodate his touch, I warned, "You do know what they say about having to kiss a bunch of frogs before you can find a prince?"

Locking his eyes on mine, he lowered himself to kiss his way into my warm crotch. "Just try not to bring home any warts, how's that?"

"Sounds fair to me," I smiled, cupped, and raised his face to mine for a more conventional kiss.

Suspending our limo lovemaking for the moment proved to be timely, as we pulled up in front of a larger, upscale downtown building. Leon donned his cap, and quickly left the front seat to open the curbside door for us.

"ALRIGHT then, now we gonna HAVE some fine dancin' tonite!" The Tabu's well-appointed doorman announced, at the sight of my legs extending from the backseat. "Don't you be blushin' now Honey, you gonna put them stick girls to shame, fo' sure!" He exclaimed, as he reached to take my hand. Accepting his hand, I did blush, but reveled in the attention. Donny snapped off a few bills and tipped the tall doorman who whispered something favorably about my pussy. 

"Did we lose Leon?" I asked, as we crossed the threshold into the volume-enhanced dance club.

"No, he said he would park in the back lot. I just need to call his pager, when we need him," Donny almost yelled to be heard. 

Someday My Prince Will Come +++++

The huge plush lounge resembled a Vegas casino without the gambling paraphernalia. Strutting down a crowded thick-carpeted concourse with the latest R&B tunes blasting from everywhere, we came to a large circular room with an upper level catwalk. Similar to the sunken disco dance pits of the '80's, the lowered floor featured what appeared to be one big, undulating beast. In fact, it was crammed full of black people dancing. The fashionably dressed singles and couples each seemed to be doing their own unique style of dance. However, their overwhelming compliance to the song's rhythm made it appear from a distance that they were dancing in unison. Even with the patrons' adherence to the high fashion dress code, it was a rather sensual and excitingly primal site. 

The women were all dressed to the nines in the latest fashions. The common denominator once again seemed to be short skirts or dresses with plenty of legs showing. The formal male dress code must have been suits and ties; damn, there was scores of handsome hunks in that place! The whole atmosphere, ambient lighting, strobes and lasers focused on the crowd. Obviously the lounge was designed on a simple mathematic equation: drinking plus dancing equals having fun. It didn't dawn on me immediately what degree of "fun" a patron might anticipate.

Rather than standing out like a pair of sore thumbs (two goofy white people who just staggered in), Donny took my arm to lead us over to the super-sized bar that encircled the perimeter of the place. Just when I started to wonder if we'd ever be able to locate Nessa in the crowd, she found us. 

"It's Barb and Cary! Hooray, you guys made it!" She yelled, quick-strutting in a pair of too-tall white pumps. Donny excused himself to set us up with drinks.

"Oh my God, Nessa; look at YOU!" I replied, taking her forearms. She was outfitted in a white satin Halston halter dress. "You're like a black Marilyn Monroe... with a much larger rack, of course," I laughed.

"You like?" She batted her deep mascara-treated eyes and twirled around. The flimsy, flowing dress was way too short and the deep V-neck was cut open to her waist. She was a treat to behold.

"And you... you look delicious. Check out those legs!" she proudly touted her tailoring job on my hem.

"I was afraid at first, but it looks okay. Actually, I feel way sexy, if you want the truth," I confided.

"And our Donny – in that suit – we're talking serious Cary Grant – WOW!" Nessa said wagging her hand. 

Our mutual excitement simmered into a series of personal observations regarding the male patrons. She knew damn near every one of the real hunks, and seemed eager to share some sordid tidbits about each one. For me, it was like paging through an all-black, virtual Playgirl magazine. I played a sexy game of eye tag with several studs, as she rattled on about their traits in bed and so on. Scanning one particular group of about four or five sleek panthers watering themselves at the bar, I couldn't help but notice how tall they were.

"Oh that's PT and his boys, they're nothing to fuck with," Nessa shook her head.

"God, they're so tall... and attractive," I continued to stare.

"...and plenty to fuck with, if that's what you're into. The one they call PT is a damn giant. Just wait 'til he stands up–you'll see."

I was more intrigued with another guy in the group (what I would label a sidewinder), when the giant got to his feet. "Oh my LORD!" My jaw dropped, as a much taller man towered over his peers. "He must be like seven fucking feet tall!" I said, taking in a short breath.

"Six foot eleven, he claims," Nessa clarified. "Hard to believe we have anything in common, ain't it?"

"What's that, pray tell?" I asked, letting my eyes settle once again on the first handsome ebony beauty.

"Well, you know my weakness..."

"Oh, the one for white guys?"

"Yep, that's the one. PT's got it even worse than me; he's almost exclusively into white chicks," she confided, as my eye tag hunk broke from the pack and headed toward us.

"Ya know, that reminds me; I was gonna ask you about Leon. I mean, if you're so into white guys..."

By the time I got that question half-asked, my original eye-tagging stranger was upon us. "I'll explain later. Here, you need to meet my brother," Nessa put me on hold. The six-foot-five, mustached, drop-dead gorgeous man, probably in his late thirties leaned down to kiss her cheek. Did she say BROTHER? "Barb this is my brother, Miles; Miles, this is Barb. She and her husband are in town for a wild weekend." She spoke, but all that sunk in was his name, as Miles turned to take my hand. He smiled and I melted.




VIP Anniversary



"M-Miles, is it? Like Miles Davis, right?" I said lamely, trying not to faint into his arms. "Good Lord, stop smiling at me like that. You had me from across the room, you Denzel Washington-looking, way-too-handsome black Adonis." Thank God he couldn't see my heart skipping beats.

"Drinks all around!" Donny announced from out of nowhere. "Sorry, we haven't met. I'm Barb's husband, Donny," he said, doling out our drinks and extending his hand to the tall stranger.

"Miles... Miles Turner, good to meet you both," came the voice. His deep penetrating, anchorman voice was unexpected. "And yes Barb, I was actually named after Mister Davis," his eyes danced. I think I blushed, before choking down another shot of 1800.

Over-endowed Vanessa gathered up my hubby like a long-lost artifact and whisked him away to who-knows-where, leaving Miles and I standing precariously alone, staring at the dance floor. "It appears my little sister has plans for your husband," Miles laughed, while I nervously pawed my empty glass. "Here, let's get you a refill," Mr. Studly took my glass, before turning away.

"C-can I come with you; hate to just stand her all by my lonesome," I fretted, feeling abandoned by Hubby.

Miles returned an almost embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry! Please, come with me."

Briskly weaving our way through a maze of young ebony flesh and furtive glances, we carved a path to the bar. "Of course, you wouldn't have been lonesome long if I had left," Miles reckoned, after yelling an order of 1800 for the lady and a double Scotch, single malt. The pressing crowd and noise made it necessary for us to remain no more than a few inches apart. Even at my five-foot nine elevation, my direct line of sight was his upper chest and shoulders. Stop ogling and say something, anything, to him! I prompted myself again. 

"So, what do you think Miles, are we safe?" I asked teetering back on my elevated heels.

"Huh... safe from what?"

"I don't know. You keep looking around for something or someone. I hope I'm not making you feel self-conscious... you know that whole black/white thing?"

"No; actually I was more concerned about your husband and Vanessa." He honestly responded, holding his focus on my eyes.

"Oh, I'm sure they're dancing up a storm by now. Or, he's got her off in a corner somewhere – HA!"

Miles was about to react, when a male crony of his leaned over his shoulder to whisper something. "And what was that all about?" I batted my eyes, as the equally tall stranger retreated into the crowd.

"He, he thinks we should be... dancing," Miles lied. "Shall we?"

My eyes did a half roll. I downed the rest of the silky tequila, and slid my purse into his suit pocket. "We shall give it a shot, if you like," I smiled and extended my hand. His fingers entwined with mine, while we retraced our steps to the huge dance floor. 

There's no mystery about how much I love to dance. However, mixing two or three straight shots of strong tequila with a new pair of five-inch stilts can be a lethal combination. Stepping onto the surface, the black glossy floor resembled some foreboding skating rink from the netherworld. Just staying upright would perhaps require a level of concentration I wasn't entirely prepared to offer. "Sorry, haven't had a chance to break in these new heels," I white-lied, grabbing hold of my partner's strong arms for balance. 

The mid-tempo R&B tune was open to flexible interpretation. Sensing my sea legs, Miles offered his left hand, wrapping the other around my waist. Stepping into his arms, I took hold and gave him a grateful nod. Once my head stopped its internal reeling, I settled further into his arms. This felt way too comfortable, and way too fast. And, oh my God, he truly was a sidewinder!

NOTE: I tend to group guys into three categories, according to their "gifts." This is really not dissimilar to what guys do when they relate to women's breast sizes, etc. The first group of guys (most guys, in fact) is what I refer to as pups. Not that they appear to have small dogs in their pants; rather, their packages make perfect 'pup' tents when aroused. The next batch of studs, I can best describe as sidewinders. These are guys endowed with between nine to eleven inches, whose cocks seem to wrap around their guts, aroused or not. The final group, the double-take snakes, are blessed/cursed with crates (packages-NOT) that, when aroused, can best be used for flagpole sitting or chin-ups. 

"So... what did your friend really say, hmmm?" I whispered in Miles' ear, while my fingers explored the back of his neck.

"That... that you looked really nice, and if I wasn't interested, then he would like to dance with you. That's all."

"Ya know, I can't tell if you're really good at ad lib or just out-and-out lying," I stated.

"Hey, part of it is true!" He insisted. "You are quite attractive, and..."

"And what?" I simmered, feeling my shortened dress riding up a few inches.

"Great pair of legs. I'm not usually a leg man, but you have a great looking pair."

For the first time, I sensed he was nervous; or turned on; or both.

"Well, thanks Miles. I'll take that as a quite a compliment, especially coming from a what... an eye man?" I snickered. 

"Yeah, that's me – the Eye Man. I'm really into eyes! Too bad you're not showing more eyes, they really turn me on, ya know," he shook his head in mock dismay.

"Ha, AND you're funny. What does a funny guy like you do for a living? I mean, besides playing the comedy clubs?"

"Don't laugh. I'm an accountant," he said.

"Hmm, I've done some work for accounts. You must be good with figures. Suppose you'd be any good working with my figure?" I teased, shifting my leg to edge between his.

He reacted immediately to my mild double entendre and pulled away. "Let's just say it would be mighty tempting."

Realizing I'd peaked his interest, I slowly maneuvered myself back into his arms. "And just what do you do? Wait no, let me guess... you're a model, right?" He balked at my not-so-subtle come on.

Okay Handsome; I'll play this cat and mouse crap a little longer, but I can feel by the sizable growing bulge against my hip that you're more than just mildly interested, I surmised. "A model... SURE! At my age, now what could I possibly be modeling, Miles?" I posed, pressing my body tight into his.

"I take it from your tone, you must be over 30. Well, there are plenty of models in their late 30's, even older," he reckoned. 

"You know Miles, it's not really that important what either of us do, is it? For tonight, I think it's more essential to consider what we CAN do... for each other." I forced the issue, adding a convincing tug on his tie. "Sorry, I'm usually not quite this direct, but I sense a mutual attraction definitely worth exploring."

"Aren't you concerned how your husband might feel about this attraction?"

"Donny and I have an understanding," I stated, letting my hand slip from his tie to ride the rim of his belt.

"Good for you and Donny, and I suppose anything between us would be fine, as long as he can watch? Is that the deal – or is Vanessa in on this craziness too?" He suggested, with an air of indifference. "I never thought I'd ever say this, but I'm not that kind of guy." He removed my hand from his belt and stopped dancing.

I should have commended him for displaying such moral fortitude and apologized. Instead, I felt embarrassed for myself more than anything else. Having had a few rounds of drinks, I wasn't in the best of moods to handle rejection. All I could think of was retaliation. "If that moralistic fucker can't see what's good for him, I'm sure plenty of these other studs will be more than willing." Unfortunately, I was correct in that assumption. 

There was nothing left to say. Miles and I left the dance floor, going our separate ways. We were each so upset, neither one of us remembered I had slipped my purse into his suit coat pocket. All I could think of was to cool down with another shot of tequila, and made my way back to the bar. I hadn't taken but a few steps, when I felt a hand on my bare shoulder.

Let the Frog Kissing Commence +++++

"You know Baby, you look just as fine coming as you do going," the voice said. I turned.

"Please don't tell me that's your best line?" I begged, scanning the middle-aged, dark, sweet talker.

"Ah shit no, Darlin'; my best stuff is out there on the floor waitin' for you," he smiled and offered his hand.

"Hmmm well, that's a little better... I need a drink first, Hotshot," I said, letting him raise my hand for a kiss.

"Only the best for such a classy lady. What'll you have?" Those words rang some distant little bell.

After committing to my vague promise to stay put, my new, soon-to-be dance partner slithered through the crowd toward the bar. I took the opportunity to do a visual scan for Hubby and our mutual friend. The huge crowd and dark dance floor made it impossible for me to distinguish anybody beyond the third row of dancers. In the process of trying to get a better look at the dance floor, I felt another hand tapping. That's when I realized Miles was correct in his assessment–the one about me not having to be alone too long.

This latest potential dance partner wasn't much on words, or wasting any energy on perfecting his delivery. He simply smiled and motioned for us to dance. I explained how I was in a holding pattern; waiting for Mr. Hotshot. That gave him pause, but hardly deterred his advances. I assume he figured possession was 9/10ths of the law, as he began coaxing me toward the dance floor. Somewhere during the coaxing, Mr. Hotshot returned. Handing me my drink, he was quick to reinstate his perceived dominance. Seeing that Mr. Coldshot (I'll call him) showed no signs of compromising, I downed my 1800 in one, long swig, and took both their hands.

"Come on now you two; let's see how good you are at sharing," I said, leaning into each of them for a pair of quick cheek kisses. The concept of the two of them sharing anything initially left them dumb founded. However, once I gave up and broke away from their stare down, it was amazing to see how fast they caught up to me on the dance floor. That was about the same time the liquor and my conscious behavior came to odds with each other. Whatever few inhibitions I had to that point dissipated, and my sensual nature took over. 

I was no longer content to play the waiting game for Donny and Vanessa, and I was still properly pissed at Miles for giving up on me. My Hot and Cold dance partners were more than willing to comply and respond to my bold attempts at seducing them. Two pairs of black hands literally swept over my torso and garter-strapped upper thighs like they were encasing me in an invisible cocoon. My hands and fingers were magnetically drawn to their crotches and similar medium-sized packages.

Twirling around between them was like riding a whirlwind, as I still tried to catch sight of Donny and Vanessa, or Miles. Miles would finally see just what an exciting, sensual temptress he dismissed. "Damn Baby, we DEFINITELY need to get you some VIP action tonight!" Mr. Hotshot insisted, as my grip tightened around his hardon. 

"Screw that VIP shit; I'll take both of you fuckers right HERE!" I countered. Grabbing the back of Mr. Coldshot's collar, I yanked his face to mine for tongue-twisting kiss his semi-sober brain wouldn't soon forget. Loud pounding woofers seemed to be coiled around my chest. Even as my feelings soared with the fever of sexual anticipation, I was at once grounded to that singular pounding beat. Spreading and bending my legs for support, my shortened sparkling dress rode up to reveal everything–garters, nylons, white thighs and my black, French-cut, panty-clad, phat ass–on full display for anyone within a ten-foot radius.

Mr. Hot and Mr. Cold were pleased to let me perform solo, at least for a while. Both solidly built, slightly taller guys, both in their mid-forties closed in on me. Feeling hands edging inside my panties from both directions, my pelvis thrust back and forth to accommodate them. Grabbing hold of Mr. Coldshot's shoulders, my pussy spread to accept several fingers, while Mr. Hotshot's lowered my panties in the rear. Both sets of fingers were soon lubed and ready for penetration, as I rode them until the end of the dance mix. Needless to mention, but after coming twice, I was ready for a breather.

Mr. Coldshot was sent off for more drinks this time, as Mr. Hotshot and I headed to find seating. I hardly made it to the end of the dance floor. "God, these heels are killing me! You, go find us a table or something, while I hold up this rail," I said, brushing back my sweaty locks, to catch my breath.

The Limbo Kings, Rudi-Jay, and Uncle Sam +++++

The long support railing leading off the dance floor was just the right height for my weary ass to half-sit on, while the strain on my legs subsided. I wasn't the only one perched there to get a quick rest. Turning to my side, I nearly bumped into two younger black brothers dressed in matching zoot suits. When they both returned a pair of cute smiles in stereo, I swore I was seeing double. "Man you two could be twins!" 

"Ma'am you have a keen sense of the obvious; we ARE twins. I'm Rod, he's Ron and we do everything together," Rod winked as he extended his hand for a shake. 

"Everything, huh?" I laughed, releasing from Rod's handshake to accept Ron's hand. He winked too. The affable duo was very polite but pensive, as if they were searching for some young action, as I commented on their vivid attire. Their way-too-long black pinstripes on nearly neon yellow jackets and matching slacks were delightfully retro; guaranteed recognizable from across the street, or across town. 

As the music powered into an updated version of The Limbo, I grabbed one of their super-wide brimmed hats. That was enough of an invitation for them, as they quickly joined me on the dance floor. The shorter twins pranced and strutted around me like a pair of comedic crows circling a female scarecrow. One of the crows leaned in to say something. It was far too loud to hear him, and he knew it. Rod, or Ron, one of them pointed to a few dancing couples. The female of each couple danced with their legs bent and spread, so her partner could limbo down and between her legs. "What a hoot!" I laughed, and got the whole idea. Still laughing, I bent my legs and assumed the position, as each of my bright partners dropped their knees to the floor. 

"Limbo LOWER now!" The DJ sang out, as Rod and Ron scooted on their heels between my elevated legs. Watching the braver girls dancing, spreading, and bending, I soon learned how to "lower the bar" on the boys, so to speak. Spreading my legs even a little hiked my dress up my thighs and way beyond respectability. Spreading my legs even further forced the black sparkling shift up to my ass. Now my partners, short as they were, bent backward with their hands on the floor. This brought the guys' faces damn near my pussy, as they slowly made their way under my London Bridge. I also sensed they were perhaps a bit sore from such backbreaking work. When the next Ron/Rob made his way, and the DJ barked again, I couldn't help myself. Grabbing his head with both hands, I pulled his face up to my sweet spot. He took my lead and chomped a mouthful of my French cut pussy. 

As our own personal rooting section hooted, I settled my garter-covered hips into a nice forward and back motion, while Rod/Ron's tongue wedged its way inside my panties. His tongue immediately struck pay dirt, as Ron/Rob #2 made his move. He'd seen enough of his brother getting all the action, and shoved his brother off balance and down to the floor. This didn't seem to upset Ron/Rob #1 in the slightest, who soon sprang to his feet. Now it was Number Two's turn to tongue my wet snatch, and he wasn't the least bit shy about it. Spreading my panties aside, his tongue lashed and probed my liquid lips. My borrowed fancy-feathered hat hit the floor, as I hunched over to enjoy every taunting lick. That's when I felt Rob/Ron #1's hands on my ass from behind. Our rooting section, which by now had formed a neat little circle around us, went silent as the song blared in my head. The hands from behind flipped the hem of my taut dress up over my bubble ass. The tongue on my pussy was close to taking to me to heaven, as his brother's hands slapped my ass a few times, before taking hold of the elastic on my black silk panties. Keeping a secure hold on the head between my thighs, I jerked my head up to succumb to an orgasm. Slick fingers rimmed my asshole. My mouth opened wide for the ride, as the song abruptly ended. 

Opening my squinted eyes to the sudden silence, I continued to fuck Rob/Ron's tongue. Another rap mix began, when a warped sense of reality opened my eyes to see another tall, thin, and very young black stranger facing me from the middle of the circle. Thank goodness the music changed. I certainly was more than ready to hit the floor with Heckle & Jeckle, but the music saved me. Shucking the two of them off, I watched the circle dissolve into dance partners again. The youngster remained stoically gazing at me, while an older man to his rear prodded him to make a move. The shy boy locked his legs, frozen like he was at the edge of a pool fearful of taking his first leap into the deep end. I thought I saw him take an anxious step toward me, as Mr. Hot and Mr. Cold suddenly reappeared. Apparently they both had witnessed my recent floorshow with the limbo kings, and were equally compelled to get me back into another dance. Taking yet another glass of tequila from Mr. Coldshot, I continued to eye the shy, silent boy. Misters Hot and Cold cancelled each other out with their one-upmanship.

"Hey, you two go have your pissing contest someplace else, I've got some dancin' to do," I returned the half full glass to Mr. Hot, and forced myself between them to close in on Mister Tall, Dark, and Way-Too-Young. Turning back to cast them each a nasty yet reassuring smile, Hot and Cold were dumbfounded. 

The hard-driving mix pulsed through me, as I confronted the tall, short-cropped string bean of a man. Still frozen in his tracks, I reached my hands to his shoulders, shot him a silent eye-to-eye welcome, and pulled him down to the side of my face. "It seems like your friend wants you to meet me," I said, holding on. His head nodded. "My name is Barb, what's yours?" I nearly yelled in his ear, still holding on.

Turning his head toward me, "Uh RJ... name is RJ, Ma'am." 

"And what did I say my name was, RJ?"

"Uh, Barb, Ma'am."

"No, not Ma'am, just plain Barb. Your Mom's name is Ma'am. My name is Barb."

He nodded again. I returned to a comfortable, yet still close distance, to let our eyes meet again. He squeezed out a smile. I returned it with a larger one. He relaxed and broadened his. "Wanna dance?" I asked, but could see he couldn't hear me. Pulling him down to my face again, "WANNA DANCE?"

His head nodded several times. Another toothy smile, and he held out his left hand to approximate the traditional stance. I couldn't help but snicker. Taking hold of his hands I brought them to rest on my hips. With his hands now locked in the untraditional stance, I let mine roam up his chest to finally encircle his neck. 

"So what's the RJ all about?" I asked, pulling myself up close to his ear again.

"Uh, uh..."

"Been so long, you can't remember?" I laughed.

"Ru-Rudolph James," he stammered, almost ashamed.

"That's not so bad! I have a brother named Rudi, and I'm crazy about him. You know he has one of the biggest... never mind. I think I'll call you Rudi-Jay, how's that?" I declared in my less than sober state.

"So, what's the deal with your friend?" I added, just to keep conversation.

"That's my uncle, Ma'am... I mean BARB. He's taken me out for my birthday." He added, while I caught sight of the older dark man nursing his drink.




VIP Anniversary



"Well now, happy birthday Rudi-J, and how old are you today?" I smiled, as his stiff bony fingers relaxed to spread apart on my hips.

"Twenty-one today," he said with an inkling of pride.

"Hmm, twenty-one and your uncle is in charge of the festivities?" I said, delivering a smile and nod of my own to the older, shorter and stockier man.

"I guess you could say that. Oh, his name is Sam." Rudi-J offered.

"Wait a minute, you actually have an uncle named Sam; that's too funny!"

"Yeah; guess I never thought of it that way. He thinks you're quite attractive too," RJ said.

"So, you think I'm attractive Rudi-Jay?" I asked, as we swiveled together to the pounding rhythm. He nodded. "You know I'm old enough to be your..."

"Yeah, I know all that shit. I just think you're a fox, whatever... however damn old you are," Rudi-J leaned in to make sure I heard every word. It was like a conclusion he had came to after a due amount of alcohol-based analysis.

"Well, excuse me. Sounds like this might be something you've been at odds with?"

"Huh?"

"No matter, you ARE a good dancer," I shifted back to my teasing, seductive mode and ran my fingers up his long neck. "Anything else you're good at?" I simmered and flicked his ear lobe with my tongue.

"W-well, I'm not a... a virgin, if that's what you mean," He said defensively and gave his hands liberty to massage my bare back.

"Didn't think you were, Rudi-Jay. Ever done it with a foxy white woman, hmm?" I posed, rubbing myself harder against him.

"I-I might have," he tried to cover up. "Okay no, but I've thought about what it would be like for a long time."

Dropping one hand from his neck, I shifted myself to run my hand over his crotch. "Well who knows Rudi-J, maybe you'll get lucky in one of those VIP rooms tonight." I suggested, gliding my fingers up and down the outline of his rigid boner.

"Hmm, THAT would be sweet!" He reacted.

"You have no idea how sweet," I followed, gripping the length of his growing pole. 

Leaning down to lower his lips to my bare shoulder, one of his wandering hands slid down over my ass. Before he had a chance to explore further, I abruptly pulled back. Releasing my grasp on his young rod, I thanked him for the dance and separated. Thinking for a split second I had spied Miles, Nessa's brother, I made my way off the dance floor and through the crowd. Leaving a myriad of possible ebony playmates in my wake, I soon found myself face to face with "PT and the bad boys." 

Fe Fi Fo Fum – That's No Beanstalk! +++++

Vanessa's initial warning about this crew vaguely rattled around in my foggy brain, as I approached what appeared to be an incredible giant figure of a man surrounded by a posse of four good sized black men in dark suits. 

Further scanning for Miles proved unsuccessful. The sky-high posse parted and opened to my presence, until I was standing within a few feet of the giant himself, and a six-foot tall glamazon of a woman. "Something I can help you with Sweet-thing?" Asked the deep bass voice emanating from the 7-foot tall colossus. Even in my 5-inch heels, standing amid these giants, I was short and intimidated. Shifting my weight from one leg to the other, I felt their eyes stripping me naked. Actually that part was exciting. 

"I thought I saw Miles over here, and... well, have you guys seen him?" I asked, switching my gaze from each of the men and the amazon to finally rest on PT's eyes. My God, everything about this massive specimen of a man was humongous; eyes, face, arms, and so on. Swirling around on a too-small bar stool to face me, his blazer opened to reveal a set of legs the size of two tree trunks.

"Your name is Barb, right? You know Baby, you're one hell of a dancer, isn't she Sofi?" Boomed PT's voice, as his eyes slowly reflected my sparkling dress and legs. "Get the lady here a shot of 1800. She looks thirsty," he smiled.

"Y-yeah, Barb... and you're PT, right?" Our eyes locked. I felt the amazon eyeing me from the side.

"Seems we know a lot about each other, and hell, we haven't even met," he laughed. The posse purposely laughed–to augment their leader. PT took my drink from the attentive bartender and offered it to me. Taking a few more relaxed steps forward, I took hold of it. His massive fore finger and thumb wrapped around and held the tumbler too tight for my taking. He was teasing. I left my hand holding the lower half of the glass. He still wouldn't let go; neither would I.

"Thanks," I said, thinking it would prompt a release. It didn't. 

"She's quite a tease, isn't she Sofi? I mean, have you seen her dancin' with those poor boys tonight?" He directed the question to Sofia the amazon, but kept his eyes on mine.

"Is this where I say, 'It takes one to know one?'" I snapped back at him and winked.

"Ooh, and she's fast AND sexy," Sofi noted, running her long frosty nails over the crest of the tumbler to lightly scrape them across my hand and wrist.

PT relinquished his hold on the glass. I lifted it to my lips, and switched my stare to Sofi's deep-set, silver glitter-caked eyes. "I never said she was sexy," PT stated emphatically, as if his words were written in stone.

"I realize that, but I know "sexy" and believe me, this woman is sexy..." her full lips curled into a twisted into a sly smile. Keeping her ebony fingers on my wrist, they systematically slid down my forearm, as I nursed my umpteenth glass of expensive tequila. "... and rather horny I'd guess," the late 30's siren completed her comment as a whisper in my ear.

The long, tall, shapely Miss Sofia would prove to be a delightful challenge, but I wouldn't find that out until later. Right then, it was all I could do some curb my urge to dive into her delights. "I just thought I had seen Miles over here. I wanted to ask him something," I cleared my throat, while Sofi brought her body closer to me.

"Whatever you may need; isn't there something I can help with?" She continued to whisper, before lightly flicking my earlobe with her tongue. Sliding her curvaceous top-heavy self behind me, her intentions were obvious to the posse. Feeling her warm hands slowly caressing my bare shoulders and arms, I renewed my stare into PT's eyes. The jovial giant-king's demeanor took on a dark mysterious tone, as he enjoyed Sofi's seduction. My inquiries still hung in the air, like some great unanswered puzzle.

"Tell you what Barb. Why don't you ask ME, and I'll ask Miles the next time I see him? Would that be okay?" PT proposed in such a way, it sounded so logical. 

Sofi's lips on the back of my neck and hands on my hips seemed equally logical. God, had I completely lost it? Like the proverbial fly being drawn to an alluring web, my feet edged closer to the spider. The warmth of Sofi's hands and PT's eyes mixed with sexual embers between my thighs, feeding a desire to experience whatever they had to offer. I nodded to him, like so many naive spellbound victims, and took another measured step. Still a couple of feet from him, I was well within the reach of his long arms. He remained seated like some potentate, as the possessed posse closed their circle tighter. At once I was tingling with a case of nerves, as I felt Sofi's fingers stroking the choker collar of my black sequined frock.

"He wants you to dance," Sofia prodded from behind. "You like to dance, don't you Barb?" She stated more than inquired, releasing my collar. Her words gave me purpose. Yes, I would dance. I would dance for the king, his consort, and his sky-scraping, Watusi warriors in waiting. My hips were the first to betray me, as they rolled and snapped in time to some never-ending funk. My hands rose to entreat an imaginary sense of freedom overhead. Swinging my head from side to side, my legs spread apart. I felt hands peeling down the collar of my dress, as another set of hands hoisted up the hem. 

I felt sufficiently hidden from the general crowd, encircled in their midst. The hands stopped. The bodice of my dress lowered to the waist, leaving my lacy bustier exposed on top. My garter belt and black satin panties were on full display down below. The king's growing expression of satisfaction served as my initial incentive. The second was feeling his massive hand on my bare upper thigh. His huge fingers flicked aside my panties, as effortlessly as anyone else turning a page. My torso, on slightly bent legs, rhythmically bounced and ground closer to his magnetic touch. 

Confusing PT's seduction, came Sofi's counter seduction from behind. Sensing her hands, lips, and tongue running down my creamy shoulders, I felt her hands tugging and cupping my boobs. With her tongue lacing the crest of my asscrack, my entire body surrendered instantly in sweet compromise to PT's sausage-sized fingers entering my pussy. Grabbing hold of the perpetrator's massive arm with both hands, I dismissed any pretense of dancing. With eyes tight and trained to the ceiling, my body swiveled and ground down to accept more of his black, two-fingered assault. Letting my imagination expand along with my tender lips, it was so easy to imagine his bold fingers as two thick cocks entering me at once. Easy to entertain, that is, until he edged his middle finger between my folds to join the others.

"Oh GODD!" I heard myself yell in the din of volume-saturated cacophony.

The thought that perhaps this was no place for a respectable woman, black or white, pierced my conscious. However, Sofi's nasty tongue deliciously probing my rectum helped dissuade such negatives. Consciously right or wrong, this was unconsciously most pleasurable. Reaching back to spread my cheeks, I rode PT's monstrous fingers to an all-out sweaty orgasm. "Don't let me come down! Don't stop!" I recall quietly praying, as the giant and his amazon mistress ceased. Apparently, by surviving their erotic gauntlet, I was now qualified for better things.

"Umm Baby, we'll catch up to YOU in the VIP. Just tell them, 'It's my pleasure'," was all he said, before PT, Sofi, and the entourage disappeared into the crowd. 

"God, what a pretentious conceited prick! Who the fuck is HE?" I said, collecting myself, before stumbling off to the ladies room. Recurring thoughts of Miles popped into my brain as I walked.

I couldn't have been more than a few yards from the restroom, when another hand on my shoulder pulled me from behind.

VIP-Me +++++

"And just where are you headed?" Demanded a short, very round bouncer looking, thirty-something homeboy.

Glancing at the number 33 on his totally out of place, over-sized yellow and purple team jersey, I stared him down. "Not that it's any of your business, but I was considering using the restroom. That is, unless you want a pair of piss-soaked Jordans," I smirked, looking down at his comparatively new pair of cross trainers. Anxious as I was to get to the pisser, I broke away from his grasp and stepped up my pace.

He was hot on my heels, yapping as he kept up with me. "I don't understand what a classy lady like you is doing in this place..." That comment halted my advance.

"Listen..." I started.

"The name's JJ, I'm in charge of this place," he stated arrogantly like the token sheriff in some vile little western boomtown.

I had to chuckle, "Listen JJ, when it comes to classy, I'm afraid I used up all my respectability points about seven o'clock tonight when I put this dress on."

"That's kind of my point, Lady. Maybe you might be happier in a VIP?" He nervously suggested.

Taking a few strides closer to the door, I grabbed hold of his arm this time. "VIP? Hmm – here, step into my office, maybe you can be of some help after all." I said, pulling him with me into the ladies restroom.

Observing the astonished glares from five young ebony cuties, I ignored any sense of impropriety. I think I further surprised the roly-poly manager when I ushered him into the first open stall to join me. I mean I had to GO; yet I didn't want to loose a possible inside source. Hiking up my dress, I unabashedly dropped my panties, and squatted down to do my business.

With the two of us crammed into the stall, there was little room left for anything resembling a practical conversation. "Lady, I don't know what your fucking game is, but..."

"Hey, I just figured you're a manager and you might have access to these VIP rooms," I reckoned, as I unceremoniously relieved myself.

"Well, I might at that," JJ's offensive tone changed to that of a scheming street dealer. "Tell me now, what's in it for me? I mean, if I can get you inside a VIP what sort of..." His smirking smile revealed a steel-covered incisor.

"Compensation?" I glared back at him. He nodded. 

"Hmm, I'm sure there must be something... Damn, I seem to have misplaced my purse," I really had lost my purse. 

There are silent evil sneers in a man's eyes any female should recognize at any distance. Fat JJ's sinister glares were no exception. His devious eyes had "suck my cock, bitch" written all over them.

"Hey, no way Fat Boy! I don't care if you own the whole fucking block!" God, do I look that desperate? I thought, as fat boy unzipped with one hand and flipped open his cell phone with the other.

"Well, what will it be Sexy Lady? I press one button and I line you up with your very own personal VIP."

As I sat there with my panties down around my ankles, I finished my business and considered the options. "Tell ya what; when's the last time you got your rocks off on a pair of big white tits?" I offered, undoing the rear clasp on my collar. Lowering the front of my dress, I watched his expression turn from indignation to wide-eyed awe. Once I pulled down my bustier, straightened my back, and gave him two nice big targets, I knew he was sold on the idea.

Finger-combing back my ash blond locks and shaking my ample chest provided all the inspiration JJ required. Jacking his medium-sized black rod inches from my chest and face, he speed-dialed. After making a call to who-knows-who, he refocused on the job at hand (or IN hand). I was pleasantly surprised to see how quick he responded after applying a minimal amount of seductive winks and oral pleadings. My rotund inside man proudly squirted a few short blasts of starchy globs on one of my tits, and seemed quite contented. 

"So JJ, do we have a deal?" I asked, smearing one particular glob inside my cleavage.

"Okay Sexy Lady, your wish is granted. Let me take a quick piss and we'll be on our way," he gleamed and started to pack it in.

It seemed so redundant for him to leave one restroom to use another. Besides, I was afraid to lose my VIP status. "Why waste all that time; here, just drain it right here," I said, spreading my legs and backing up against the toilet.

"Hey, you're kinda kinky... okay," JJ smirked, stepped forward, and aimed his limp pecker between my open legs. 

"Just watch what you're doin', I'm not into that whole golden shower bullshit," I stated, stuffing my melons back in the bustier and reattaching my collar.

Before long, I watched a steady stream of his warm piss flow between my parted thighs. The guy must have a bladder the size of a soccer ball, as the spray kept coming and coming. I became almost mesmerized by the amount of urine. Relaxing my back, my pelvis edged forward until the warmth of his piss washed over the blonde hair on my mons. The unexpected warm sensation was irresistible. Leaning back, I let more of the warmth run inside my labia and down my lower lips. Discovering new sensations from preconceived repulsive conclusions can be exciting. However, before I was able to go totally fetish about it, my roly-poly friend shut off the spigot. I made him get me a soapy paper towel and quickly cleaned up, while ignoring his further kinky comments.

"Let's focus on this VIP thing, can we?" I said squeezing back into my panties and adjusting my dress and garter straps.

"No problem, just follow me Sweets."

Passing a few more sour faces in the ladies room, we were back in the hall and headed back toward the dance floor, when JJ abruptly took my arm. He brought me to a full stop at a door just off the long hallway. I stepped inside what appeared to be no more than an office–a rather large office, but still, I expected... well, I had no idea of what to expect.

"Here we go Sexy Lady," JJ said, grabbing his cell phone again.

"Are you serious? This is it; this is the VIP?" I questioned, staring at the dark, dungy room with one huge desk and a few chairs.

"This is one of them. We've got 'em all over the place. You seemed like you were in a hurry, so..."

"But there's nobody here," I said, just as a series of door knocks interrupted.

I sauntered around the room, trying to imagine something sensual or, at least appealing about it. JJ held the door for a large bouncer-type black man. The two of them turned to greet two more men. "Hey Baby, we were wondering what happened to you!" Mr. Hotshot yelled, as he completed some sort of transaction with JJ and the bouncer. Following close behind was Mr. Coldshot.

I couldn't help but smile at them, as they predictably came at me like a pair of hungry wolves. They could care less about the stark, depressing office, as they closed in on me. I gave them each a cheek kiss. Club music poured into the secluded room as the tequila poured into my glass. "Isn't this nice Barb–a secluded place where we can relax?" Mr. Hotshot said, taking off his suit coat. Keeping pace, Mr. Coldshot shed his coat as well.

"Some of you can relax. One of us thinks she's going to be plenty busy," I laughed shuffling between the two of them and their roaming hands. Breaking away from their fondling fingers, I went into a slow seductive dance. Not that I was afraid of what was obviously on the menu, just feeling a bit claustrophobic. "Don't you guys wanna dance? Here, I thought you were such good dancers, and it appears you want to go camping instead." 

"Camping? Did we say we were taking you camping?" Mr. Hotshot queried, pulling off his starched shirt and fancy tie.

"Looks to me like camping; see those pup tents," I laughed and pointed at their pants. They casually smiled at my pun, before closing in on me again.

This time they were less gentle in their approach. Each taking their turn at accosting me, I was yanked, pulled and tossed between them like a yo-yo. "Hey, come on guys; you're gonna wreck my new dress. It wasn't cheap ya know," I scolded and pushed them off. "

"Well, we can't have you tearing that fancy dress. Let's just get you out of it," claimed Mr. Coldshot, reaching for my neck.

"Hey, how about you two just stay right where you are. I can do this myself. Don't you want to see what you're getting–or NOT getting?" I asked, reaching back to unhook my collar. "See, you're not getting some skinny little twiggy girl," I continued pulling the top of my dress down,

"Oh yeah Baby, you've been holding out on us!" Mr. Hotshot claimed, as my heavy hanging jugs shelved high and tight against my bustier.

"DAMN Girl; I could suck them beauties ALL night long!" Mr. Coldshot added, unzipping himself.

"So glad you approve," I winked and peeled the dress further down and over my hips. Letting my dress fall to the floor, I reached to scoop it up. Twirling around on my super pumps, I leaned forward and wiggled my phat ass. "So is that enough rump to bump, hmm?"

"FUCK ME! Baby, I just knew you had an ass that wouldn't quit," Coldshot stated and stepped out of his trousers.

"God YES... and let's see it Sweet Thing," demanded Hotshot, as he followed suit and dropped his drawers.

I pranced away from them until my ass cheeks rested just atop the edge of the desk. "See what Darlin'? See this?" I teased, jockeying my panties from side to side. 



Leaving my thin satin, high-hipped panties on, I shoved my fingers inside for a quick dip. Running my fingers deeper in my drenched slit, I seductively brought them to my lips for a taste. "Um-yum, you don't know what you guys are missing," my eyes sparkled with a plaintive expression for both of them.




VIP Anniversary



My dynamic duo was beside themselves with anticipation. Quickly strategizing a proper mode of attack, they peeled away the rest of their clothes. As I had surmised, Mr. Hotshot's claim-to-fame was somewhat lacking in the length department (why is it the guys with the biggest mouths have the smallest pricks?). However, he wasn't the least bit shy about attacking my pussy. Dropping to his knees, he quickly ripped down my panties and buried his talented tongue between my liquid lips.

Mr. Coldshot (obviously a boob-man) attacked from the flank. Gently pulling my bustier down enough to expose my round melons, his neck kisses soon submerged to lock on their intended targets. Grabbing hold of Coldshot's erection, I was pleased to find he carried a more substantial seven plus inches of ebony muscle. 

Pornology 101 +++++

Behind sagging eyelids, my liquor-clogged brain played host to any number of mixed erotic visions, including: my disappearing husband, sexy Vanessa and our sublimated chauffeur, Leon; slow dance seducing Vanessa's well-hung brother, Miles; Sofi, PT and his giant posse. Each vision aroused then tormented me with its lack of conclusion – like a series of redundant unfulfilled voids. Edging my ass up on the desk, I leaned back to let the distractions sweep over me. If I was bold enough I could use these distractions to reduce each vision to its self-serving element. Once I skimmed off the emotion, the only thing left was the sex... lusty, unrestrained, primal, mind numbing, anything goes sex. Grabbing hold of Coldshot's cock, I totally consumed it. Hotshot unleashed his entire oral arsenal on my sopping pussy. Licking, sucking, and biting at it, like my love hole was a forbidden fruit he'd just sold his soul to devour.

A flash of neon yellow caught my glance, as my orgasm peaked. Biting and sucking Coldshot's weapon like there was no tomorrow, crass voices broke through the throbbing music. "That's it Bitch; suck that black cock!" One coarse voice demanded. "C'mon man; get up there and fuck that white pussy." Another voice added. Whipping Coldshot's cock out, my mouth went to work sucking his black balls, as he hard-stroked. "Yeah Man, come all over that classy white face. She wants it bad!" 

My deep, urgent moans and squeals sustained each sordid moment. That's when I recognized the flash of yellow was my recent dance partners, the twin zoot-suited limbo kings. Hearing, but hardly listening to their exhorts, I watched as they peeled away their brassy colored coats and trousers. Coldshot growled. My back hit the cluttered desktop, just as he shot a long white ribbon of cum across my face. Suddenly the hems of my thigh-highs were on either side of my face. 

"Man, if you can't get it done; move aside," I heard. But Hotshot would not be denied. As I tried licking cum from the first round, Hotshot's smaller, 6-inch dick filled my mouth, while a new hard hunk of meat parted my lower lips. Considering its short length, but wider girth, I assumed it belonged to Ron or Rob. I wiped enough opaque gunk from my eyes to watch Hotshot's expression, as his cock tickled my throat. My moans and grunts, meant to urge whoever was giving me a fuck, carried little weight. Waiting for the hard fucking I craved became rather frustrating. Rob/Ron switched off before the first one climaxed, which left me still wanting more–much more.

Hotstuff fought thru his inadequacy, whipped out his prick and unloaded a few sparse spurts on my cheek. He was happy. "Well, good for him," I thought. Pulling myself back up to my elbows, I stared between my spread legs at Rob/Ron trying to rise to the occasion. "Listen guys, this is all fun and games, but now it's my turn," I noted and pushed the twins away. 

"Sure Baby, just say the word," agreed Hotshot, lamely trying to reawaken his spent wiener.

"Okay then, to start with... come here you two limbo fuckers," I directed. "I thought you guys did everything together... well? You lay down here Rob."

"It's RON, Baby," he corrected, but was quick to shimmy his short black body up on the long desktop.

"Whatever, okay ROB; you get up here too. Face your brother. Here, run your legs between his. Yeah, like that."

With their legs entwined, this brought their cocks together. Funny, neither one of them objected to what would appear to any normal guy as a couple of queers going at it. I figured they're twins; they must be used to it. "There now, see how nice this is...everything in one, tidy package," I smiled and leaned down to squat over the desk.

Wrapping both hands around their semi-erect boners, I treated them as one broad cock with two heads. Jacking and licking each head, I found it fairly easy to edge both into my mouth at once. They liked that a lot! They liked it even more, when I joined them on the desktop. Squatting down over them, they had no qualms about double-fucking my ass. The idea sounds odd in retrospect, but it was quite fun at the time. Rob (or Ron?) shot his wad first, with his brother not far behind (so to speak). Cum virtually poured from my asshole, as we disengaged. The two black twins high-fived and laughed, when I caught sight of yet another former dance partner at the door.

"Rudy-JAY!" I shrieked, as streams of cum continued flowing from my ass. The long, tall, ebony string bean, with his Uncle Sam in tow finished some confidential formalities with JJ. "Momma's waitin' for your sweet ass," I yelled, searching for a hand towel or any damn thing to wipe up with. Self-degradation comes with a price; mine was to wallow in cum. Downing another shot of tequila, I couldn't help but wonder what must be going through the youngster's brain. Seeing me in nothing more than my bustier, garter, hose, and pumps, standing with four half-naked black men, stopped him dead in his tracks. The kid just froze in his footsteps, until his uncle prodded him.

"Come here Lover; I've been savin' this for YOU, Baby," I schmoozed, wrapping my arms around his long neck. "Oh, you too, Uncle Sam," I added, dropping one hand to squeeze his package. "A little over-dressed for love making aren't you Honey?" I whispered, before ripping his zipper down. 

The boy's nervous body was like a taut wire, as I stripped down his pants. "C'mon Baby, don't let those fuckers bother you. Just give me some of that licorice stick, hmm," I chided, while the others jacked themselves and urged him on.

"Man, she's all over that young shit."

"Go on Dude, shoot the goo to her; face-fuck the bitch... she loves it," somebody added, as I knelt to accept his birthday boner.

When shy Rudy-J was still reluctant to share his long dark pole, I went immediately to work on his Uncle Sam's trousers. Apparently the whole scene, plus plenty of who-knows-how-many drinks, had done a job on Sam. He was plenty ready for some action, and wasn't at all shy about joining in the fun. Dropping his own drawers, he whipped out the first reasonable sized cock I'd been treated to so far. His thick, nine-inch, pitch-black beast became my immediate object of desire. The sight of his uncle's familiarity must have been enough to put the boy at ease. Soon I was greeted with Rudy J's long, thin erection as well. I eagerly sucked, licked, and sloppily kissed both of them, until I felt someone raise me up from under my arms.

"I believe the lady would be more comfortable up here," Coldshot explained, as he stretched me out to lie on the long desk. Papers, pens, coffee cups, and assorted supplies flew off and crashed to the floor, as I conveyed a gracious smile to him.

"You're such a sweetheart; but I know you just want a better vantage point–right?" I winked and took hold of his re-energized hardon. He returned a smile of his own, while a hoard of testosterone slingers surrounded the desk. Watching them each rhythmically stroking their black spears over me, I couldn't help but recall a pale Fay Wray patiently awaiting her King Kong... how deliciously erotic! 

"Well, if I was to be a human sacrifice, I might as well lay back and enjoy it," I rationalized. Grasping one of my tits, I let my other hand slide down to massage my pussy. That seemed conducive to faster stroking on their part. Hoisting the same heavy tit to take some long licks and nipple sucks, along with burying three fingers in my love hole, had an even more active reaction.

Mixed Perceptions +++++

It started with ebony hands and probing fingers enveloping me. Dropping my hands to submit to their touch, I took hold of anything convenient and tubular. Closing my eyes to savor each tactile sensation; each stale yet sweet smell; each taunting moan and groan, until I felt my legs spread and bent at the knees. Teasing my eyes to take a peak, I watched twenty-one year old Rudy-J slither up and over my body. "That-a boy RJ; she's all greased and ready for it," came a voice from overhead. My eyes opened wide, as the boy's long slender manhood split my slit and filled my vagina in one, long stroke. My opened-mouth surprise was equally treated to Uncle Sam's rigid meat. Turning my head to take more and more of his beefy honker down my throat, I sensed Rudy-J's momentum steadily increasing. 

Whatever pent-up anticipation and sexual tension I had was released at that moment. My body was on fire and the guys were intent on feeding it with all the kindling they could muster. It was like the Oklahoma land rush, with each of them trying to stake a claim on selected parts of my mature body.

Uncle's spewing cock was first to explode. Expecting him to throat-fuck me, I was somewhat taken back, when he yanked it from my mouth. "Yeah, shoot it to her GOOD! Open your filthy white mouth, Bitch!" Is what I heard; gobs of fresh semen coating my tongue is what I felt. Feeling it streaming down my throat, I gasped to catch my breath. "The fucking whore loves it Man, give her some more... go ON!" I think Sam yelled, as another load of cock juice surprised me from the right side of my cheek.

"Shit, you guys have been watching way too much... porn," I tried to smile, as another stream of starchy white venom laced my lips and nose.

"See, the cum-sucking whore loves it. C'mon Junior, aren't ya ready yet?"

"Hey, HEY... wait one fucking minute!" I was able to get out, just as Rudy-J ripped out his long tool. A split-second later, he was kneeling between my thighs shooting round after round of hot man gravy over my chest, with some of it landing on my neck and chin. Here I was virtually covered in cum, and I had yet to be decently fucked. They were sordidly using me to show off. I had become no more than a junkyard slut; and it pissed me off.

Trying to regain any composure in my drunken state was futile. They delighted in holding me down, applying various choke holds, and taunting with more obscenities. More facial ejaculations only served to further inflame my rage. Though the fever of my hate for them boiled over; my body was in no condition to fight. That's when I nearly succumbed to the torment. Seeing obese JJ and the bouncer coming toward me sporting ready hardons, I broke down and screamed. Fighting with every bit of energy I could summon, I somehow was able to burst free from their strong arms and escape the desktop. With Fat Boy and the bouncer closing in on me from behind, I turned to streak to the door. I was in mid-turn when a tall wall-of-a-man dressed in a dark suit stopped me. My adrenalin rush peaked. Energy drained instantly as I felt myself slide down the wall. I gave up.

"Okay, you bastards. I think the lady has had enough," calmly, but demonstratively said the wall.

Leaning breathlessly against him, I felt his suit coat come around to cover me. When my savior bent to lift me up into his arms, I knew it was Miles. Throwing my arms around his neck to ward off my attackers, I finally took a series of deep oxygen-filled breaths. Making our way through the crowd of naked assholes, they began to taunt and further debase me.

"I said ENOUGH! The lady's had enough of your shit. Now, get out of the fucking way," Miles forcefully warned. 

Seducing The Sidewinder +++++

Making our way out of the rear entrance of the club, I assured Miles I was stable enough to walk. "So, now I suppose you'll require the usual hero's fee for that?" I smiled, leaving my arms locked around tall Mile's neck as he gently let me down.

"No, just the normal white-knight-to-the-rescue charge will be just fine, or should I say "black" knight," he added, returning a smile of his own.

Silently sharing expressions of relief, I brushed my hair back and caught a glob of jism. "SHIT, I must be a perfect wreck. Trust me; this is NOT my idea of having a good time."

"Hmm, I see," Miles nodded with a bit of an eye roll, before offering me his folded handkerchief.

Ambling across the dark parking lot in no particular direction, I recognized Leon's limo and headed that way. "You think this was ALL my idea don't you? Well, maybe at first. I wanted... I wanted to..."

"Yes Barb, you wanted to what? What is it that you REALLY want anyway?" He asked, as I cleared my face and bare shoulders of more gunk.

"Hmm, what DO I want – like tonight or like forever? Don't think I have enough brain cells left to get too philosophical," I snickered.

"Suit yourself. Who knows, one answer might be a metaphor for the other," Miles suggested.

"Shit, I left my fucking dress in the VIP!" I suddenly realized, crossing my forearms to grasp the lapels of his long suit coat.

"I'll make sure you get it back, but that was no VIP room – you know that, right?"

"Well, I did have some doubts, but what the hell do I know about such things?" I stated, feeling the evening's chill as we reached the limo.

"What's up Miles?" Asked Leon from the driver's seat. Snapping off a finished cigarette, he leaned back to check me out.

"Not much Man. Got a lady in distress here without a dress. You might want to let her in to warm up," Miles suggested to his brother.

"Wha the fuck? How the hell... sure, Barb get in girl," Leon promptly got out and opened one of the double rear doors. I got in the extended back area of the limo and unexpectedly found my purse in Mile's coat pocket. Quickly trying to repair some facial damage in my compact mirror, I powered the back window down to hear their conversation.

"Nah man, that fucking JJ-asshole and Crazy Carl (bouncer) set her up and were pimping her." Explained Miles, shaking his head.

"No shit?"

"Yeah, he had her doing about six bastards on his desk. Fifty a blow; a hundred to fuck her."

"Damn, good thing you got her out. That fucking JJ would have played her all night, ya know," Leon said.

"Yeah well, I'm going back for her dress. If I'm not back in a few... ah never mind that, I'll be back," Miles concluded and headed back to the club.

Reapplying my makeup and lipstick, it dawned on me what might have happened if Miles hadn't showed to save me. The idea made me shudder. Leon got back in the driver's seat. I tapped on the privacy window.

"So Leon, any news about Donny and Vanessa? Have you seen them?" I asked, catching his eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Hell, they just left to look for you. I mean, they were here for a while, but I think your husband was feeling guilty or something. Anyway, they left not too long ago."

"Damn asshole, he should be feeling guilty. Leaving me alone all that time; who knows what terrible things might have happened." I said, leaning back in the plush seat and pulling open my borrowed suit coat. 

Leon's eyes followed mine as I reclined. "I think she (Vanessa) kinda figured you and Miles would hit it off."

"Yeah well, I think she, or both of them, figured wrong. Say, what is it with you and that busty beauty anyway?" I switched subjects.

"What do ya mean?"

"So, you don't have any problems sharing her sweet ass with other guys?" I asked, pulling Mile's suit coat off.

"T-that's pretty much up to her, ya know. It's kinda mutual like that. She has her thing," the reluctant chauffeur shrugged.

"And you have your thing, right?"

"Yeah... like that, yeah." Leon admitted with an tinge of sadness in his voice.

"So just what IS your thing, Leon? Aren't you into white chicks like she's into white guys? You certainly don't seem to think much of me," I asked bluntly.

"Hey, I never said... I think you're both a very classy couple," Leon replied, as if rehearsed.

"Well, I don't feel very classy right now," I muttered, then noticed Miles heading our way with my sparkly dress draped over his arm. "We'll get back to this later, Leon. Here comes Miles."

Opening my door to let him in, he stood his ground and stuck his hand holding my dress inside. "Here, you better put this on. You'll catch cold or something." Taking the dress, I draped it on the seat behind me. With one hand still on his wrist, I yanked hard on it, until I had him all the way inside the limo.

Sitting in my tainted bustier, half-strapped down garters, wounded hose, and pumps, I must have looked like some desperate refugee from whore camp. Even after reapplying makeup, I was more tramp that trophy wife. "I think you don't like me at all, Miles. Leon says you really do care for me, but I told him he's full of shit," I said, fiddling with his tie and opening his collar. 

"Barb listen, in a different time, perhaps a different life, we would have hit it off," Miles offered, as I continued to undo his tie, collar and imported shirt.

"There you go again, getting psychological on me again! Can't you just let me thank you for saving me from the wolves, hmm?" I pouted, unhooking his cuffs.

"No thanks are necessary... really. I would have done that for any attractive woman in distress," he insisted, trying to keep my lightening hands from his belt.

"Attractive, hmm... for a white woman, right?" I teased.

"I never said that. Now, if you want to get into the whole black and white thing that's up to you. My only concern is that this black thing works into your white thing."

Shifting my hands from his belt back to the shirt, I forced the upper half down his arms. "So, you DO think I'm at least attractive–that's a start," I winked, and stabbed his ear with my wet tongue. His hands dropped. His head hit the back of the seat. His whole body relaxed. Eureka! I had hit pay dirt.

"You are incredibly attractive, and sexy, and I... I could fuck you in a heartbeat," he whispered, as my tongue slurped and probed further into his ear. With his elbows locked in the shirt, my hands went back to his belt. In a matter of seconds I had his belt and slacks open. Backing away from his ear, I lowered my bustier and pressed my boobs hard against his dark, shaven chest.

"Is this the heartbeat you need, Sweetheart?" I oozed and opened my mouth to his. 

Shucking away his shirt, his long body lunged forward. All the while our heated kisses ascended with a passion I'd only known a few times with my husband. I captured and sucked most of his long tongue in my mouth, as he frantically stripped out of his pants and shorts. Lying back into the pleated seat, I gazed up at him. Lamplights burst like giant puffs of frozen white dandelions on the windows in the darkness. I could barely make out his expression, as he took hold of my leg. Our heated breath pumped fleeting gusts of fog between my vision in black and white. Draping my half-hosed ankle up over his shoulder, I felt his cock on me for the first time.

Burying my head back against the backdoor, my mouth opened proportionately to the size of his glorious cock splitting my vaginal lips. "Oh GOD! Oh Miles." As if the two of us were one, I felt more and more of his thick meat slowly filling my love canal. Reaching out, grasping for anything secure, I grabbed hold of his shoulder. As I dug my nails into him, my other hand reached to heighten an already heavenly sensation. He sucked in a hiss through clenched teeth, as more of his cock bore into me. With his super thick eleven or twelve-inch honker lodged snuggly against my cervix, he stopped. Feeling a mere inch or so remaining between us, I spread my legs further apart.




VIP Room



The waitress turned up for work at the city bar. She arrived dressed for a standard night, wearing long socks, boyish shorts and a black vest top. She met a colleague behind the bar-

"Hey, the manager asked if he could see you in his office"

She took off her bag and walked down the stairs to the rooms below. However, her manager wasn't in his office, instead there was a strange man. He stared at her intently over his spectacles and in a calm voice invited her to close the door and sit down.

Once she was settled he began to speak, slowly and calmly pushing her into a state of hypnosis.

"... and once you hear the word 'glass' it will be your job to make sure that you and everyone else in the room with you comes"

He then brought her out of the trance, said something vague about management change and sent her back.

The waitress, unaware of what had just happened, walked upstairs and confronted her panicking colleague, the bar was busy.

"I need you to take an order from the VIP room, a group has just come in"

Downstairs the spectacled man watched his prey walk away from the bar and swore under his breath. He followed her progress towards a VIP room and smiled a predatory grin- this room had various discreet cameras.

A group of office-workers were having after-work drinks in the room, sat around a table on tacky sofas. Some of the men were already absent-mindedly playing with their phones, others were boasting about targets and showing up their bosses. Self-absorbed and uninterested, they barely noticed the waitress walk in.

"What would you like to drink?" she asked the group. Who turned to each other having heard it.

"I think we should get a bottle of rum" / "No, what about some beers" / "I'd prefer something stronger..."

The spectacled man stared at the cameras shaking his head, get to it men, he thought.

"Well I want a glass of something, not shots- hold on"

The man stopped as the waitress had just let out a loud, involuntary moan. The all turned round to stare as she stared at them with lusty eyes, breathing heavily, her hand sliding up her top to massage her swollen breasts.

"-what the fuck?"

The waitress walked up to him, oozing sexuality. She picked up his hand and pressed it onto her breasts, letting out a sigh of pleasure and relief.

Shocked, one of the others said "this bitch is on heat..."

"Why don't you take that top off, bitch?"

Looking round to see who had spoken, the waitress stared at him and slowly peeled off her top.

"Sweet" said the guy in front of her, lowering her bra straps and pulling her breasts out, to a round of catcalls.

The waitress pinched her nipples and got up to stand on the table. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, bent over and peeled them off over her round, ripe, butt. "So who wants to come and get it first?"

Rubbing his hands together in delight, the spectacled man watched eagerly as different cameras gave him different views of the men jostling with each other to get their dicks sucked and play with the woman's pussy.

"Mmm-mmm-m-!" The waitress was doing her best to service the dick in her mouth whilst others were grabbing her hands onto their hard cocks.

"Hey you should pinch this bitch's nipples, she likes that- yeah pinch them hard, make her squeal"

The squeal was muffled by the cock taking up her mouth and forcing its way in and out of her throat. She took it all, she had to make them come.

The next thing she knew her panties were being pulled off roughly, as a wet, erect penis demanded access to her cunt. He grabbed her by the hips and pushed it deeply into her dripping pussy, making her moan loudly over the dick currently stuffing her face.

"What a dirty little whore" said the guy to his friends, as he thrusted in and out of her, "You can't wait to take all these cocks, can you, bitch?"

The waitress shouted something in response, but it was muffled by cock, making the men laugh out loud.

As one dick was pulled out of her aching mouth to be replaced by another, she blurted out "Come in my pussy, come all over my pussy!". 

A cock was slapped into her cheek, "I'll come wherever I want to, bitch, now suck my dick"

The spectacled man watched her get fucked from behind, lying on the table, on the sofa. "These guys have got stamina" he thought, what a treat.

One man sat on the sofa, his hard cock standing stiffly to attention. "Bring her over here, boys, I've got a surprise for her". The others pulled the dumbfounded waitress on top of him, so she was still facing them.

"Ok, bitch, I know you're going to like this" he said, as he positioned his cock under her and slid it up her butt.

The waitress whimpered, but let the cock slide up all the way into her crack, to the cheers of the men around her. The man under her then proceeded to drive it into her roughly. "Fuck that cock, bitch".

At that point, the spectacled man noticed movement on another screen, another waitress was going to check on the VIP room. He let out a coo of delight.

"What the fuck?"

Everyone turned silent, except for the waitress, who was bouncing up and down and murmuring "fuck me, fuck me..." then "Bring that bitch over here and pull off her panties!"

The men did as they were told, having been treated so well by their fucktoy. 

"What are you doing, oh my god, what's happening?"

At the waitress' bequest they pushed her up against the wall, standing on the sofa over her, tied her arms behind her back and pulled down her panties. The waitress then proceeded to greedily eat pussy whilst ass-fucking the cock underneath her.

"Oh, oh shit, oh, oh my god..."

It wasn't belong before the other waitress was getting throat-fucked and then lifted off her mistress as everyone changed round.

Eventually the waitress was straddling one guy, fucking his cock wildly and yelling at him to come all over her, as another made his move and demanded she pull her ass cheeks apart before plunging his cock into her butt. Her colleague, however, was totally taken care of. One guy had managed, despite her protests, to get under her and pull her ass down over his dick, another was ramming her pussy hard and another was fucking her face, muffling whatever noises she was trying to make.

The waitress couldn't stop shouting - "That cocks so deep in my ass" / "Fuck me, fuck me" / "Ugh, fuck that bitch, fuck her, make her cum" / "Cum on my tits, please, cum on my tits..." She was clearly getting more and more excited, as were the others, and the other waitress was getting more and more abused.

Until...

They all came, in a mess of bodily fluids, leaving the girls exhausted, filthy and confused.

Downstairs the spectacled man chuckled. It had been a good show, and it was all caught on tape...



VIP Status



"You're late." 

"I know Mistress I will assume the position for..."

"Now dear sir, as I recall I am the one who says when and where punishment is given, correct?" 

"Yes Mistress."

With her back still turned to him, she walks into the bathroom leaving him standing, waiting like a puppy that has been scolded. Walking back into the room carrying chilled champagne and a bucket of ice she says in her always-seductive voice, "Take off your jacket, lay it on the rack and sit in the easy chair." Doing exactly as told not asking any questions he sits down just as she is placing the bucket with the champagne on the side table next to the chair. 

"Long day my dear sir?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

She smiles in delight that he has finally learned to address her questions with only yes and no replies. Walking around the back of the chair her hand running slowly across the arms and ever so slightly touching him as she does, she feels his body react to her touch. "I thought today was a casual day at the office for you?" she inquires.

"Yes it was.

"So why the suite and tie my dear?" 

"I know how Mistress enjoys a man in business attire." 

"I see, so you have had this evening on your mind all day then?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

A grin comes over her porcelain face thinking of how fun it is going to be this evening with him. Still standing behind him her hands run down his shoulders around his neck loosening his cumbersome tie and collar button. As she leans, her long red curly locks surround his head and he takes in a breathe of her scent. "There much better" she whispers in his ear. "I suppose your thoughts have run wild today of what was in store for you this evening. The thoughts of what I will be dressed in; how you will be treated. All these thoughts causing your heart to race, I bet you even kept a hard on most of the day didn't you darling..." She giggles as she walks from around the chair to the bed, her dirty mind thinking of how he must have had this gigantic bulge all day. The looks he must have got and how embarrassing it was for him to know people were staring at him. The candle lit room made her skin even more radiant and as she sat down on the bed her wrap opened just enough to expose her bustier that had her breasts pushed; it seemed, all the way up to her throat. Knowing this, she played it for what it was worth with Clark, because she had taken extra special care this evening with getting ready, she took care to check her stockings, making sure they were straight by running her hands up the length of her shapely leg one at a time. When she would get to her thighs, she would kind of massage them, teasing Clark, showing him what was to come little by little. As she crossed her legs, she looks over at Clark and sees him sitting in what seemed agony, so she smiles and says, " My dear darling what is wrong?" 

"Nothing Mistress." 

Knowing he is lying but loving how he is trying to hold his composure, she nods and stands back up and walks back over to him. 

"Now my dear Clark, you must not lie to Mistress, you remember the punishment for lying." 

"Yes Mistress".

Hearing her remove something from within the toy chest, a slight smile comes over him. "Seeing as this is a special day I will forgive you this once and besides you are just too adorable, so dear darling are you ready to begin". He always finds it humorous that she asks that, knowing that she has total control over him and has no need to ask. As she comes back in front of him, her wrap gone her nipples barely covered and actually sometimes slipping out of her bustier, she stands legs slightly apart in-between Clarks legs. She feels his legs trembling but continues with her plan. "I have been thinking that since you have done so well lately that you deserve to be rewarded, so tonight dear darling I am going to be at your beck and call or call girl, if you please." 

Still standing astraddle him he looks at her and says, "Oh Mistress how generous of you. I thank you."

"You are welcome, now Clark what is it that you desire first?" 

"Well Mistress..." 

"Clark I am not your Mistress now I am anything else you desire so you can call me whatever you like but not Mistress."

Nodding he replies "Ok, Victoria, I would really just like to feel those lips around my throbbing cock."

Looking at him devilishly, she thinks to herself, 'my dear you have no idea how I wanted you to ask that'. "As you wish", she pulls back away from him so she can kneel before him. "Sir is there any way you wish I start this adventure?" 

"How ever you like my sweet, I will leave that up to you I just want those lips and mouth on my cock, pleasing me.".

Kneeling before him, her hands rested on his knees she slides her hands up and massages his muscular thighs so sensually as she leans in to bury her head in his bulging crotch taking in his scent and teasing him through his slacks. Her hands reaching his crotch she slides them over his cock lightly and puts her attention to undoing his trousers. She slowly undoes his belt and then the button he shifts a bit to help loosen and become comfortable taking her time with the zipper and wanting to play a bit she takes her teeth and pulls the zipper down. As she does, she makes sure her hot breath is felt through his boxers to his throbbing cock, which she feels twitch so she knows she has gotten his attention. Her hands on either side of his slacks making sure to include his boxers, she pulls them down as she finishes with the zipper. Holding him self up allowing them to be pulled freely from him. She pulls them down to his knees leaving his cock exposed and at great attention. Sliding back up to her lollipop, she runs her nails up his thighs this time. Clark grabs her by the back of the head gently but forcefully and pulls her to his cock. 

"You little minx, are you trying to mark your territory." 

She only smiles and runs her tongue across her lips slowly. Now she is ready to give him his desire, she leans in, her hand takes his cock stroking it very tenderly, and she pools a bit of saliva in her mouth and opens it over the head of his cock lowering her lips to the head she allows a bit to escape onto it moistening it. A faint groan comes from Clark as she takes his the head into her mouth and licks around and around. Her breath heavy and her mouth wet she starts to take more and more in, until she is at the base of his cock. Holding him in her mouth for a brief moment allowing him to gain control then she pulls back off with just a bit of pressure. Massaging his balls, she slides her hand back up to stroke his thick long cock. As she reaches the tip, again she licks up his pee slit and then starts to lick round and round his cock to the base. She wants to taste his balls, so she makes her way down there licking them then sucking a little and pulling on them with her teeth.

"You bitch", she hears with a giggle in his voice. 

She takes his balls in her mouth one at a time moistening them and massaging them with her tongue. 

"Yes you dirty bitch suck my balls, you know what daddy likes."

Hearing this excites her to no end, although she is used to being the dominant one she does so enjoy being a dirty whore and being told what to do too. She takes his cock back in her mouth and as she does, she looks up at him with those green eyes and gives a look of permission and, also, one of control over his cock, it is now hers to devour in her mouth. She begins sucking his cock slow making sure to bring him only to the base of her throat, never allowing him to go all the way down it. She will save that for later. She sucks and strokes his cock, not fast but steady, her head bobbing up and down his hand on her head guiding her pace. She loves this and feels herself getting soaking wet. Nevertheless, this isn't her night for pleasure, Clark had just been promoted to V.P. of his company, and she wanted this to be his night. But of course she could not help but think of how badly she wanted to feel him deep inside her cunt. This thought is what motivates her as she sucks his cock; she would imagine him inside her fucking her hard and deep. 

"Oh fuck, I am so close to cuming baby don't stop." 

Her mouth sucks his cock like a vacuum, while she pulls hard on his tight balls. Knowing he cannot last much longer and she wants to taste his spunk as bad as he wants to shoot it in her mouth; she increases her pace his body begins to jerk. 

"Fuck, yes fuck, do it bitch, suck that cock". 

She massages his balls they are hard ready to explode; she gets ready to take him down her throat. She knows that feeling her swallow as he explodes will intensify his orgasm. 

"Ready, ready... ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck...uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh."

He thrusts his cock down her throat she holds him there, his body still bucking as he shoots wad after wad down her throat. "BBBBBBBBBBBBIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHH, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yesssssssssssssssssssssssss oh yessssssssssssss oh yesssssssssssssssssssss..." 

His body slows down, his cock jerking less and less, his breathing, or panting rather, decreasing. Her mouth still full of him, waiting for his last drop to spurt then she will pull off him slowly so that he and she both enjoy every last second of this pleasure. 

Once off his cock she looks up at him again seeing nothing but pure ecstasy in his eyes, and asks, "How was that dear sir?"

Clark replies by leaning up to her lips and embracing her in a deep kiss. "That my dear was the best gift a husband could receive from his wife."

Part 2 to cum... soon...



VIP Titty-Bar Treatment



I lived in St. Louis in the late 80s and early 90s. Across the Mississippi River in Illinois is where all the strip joints and hot tub places are, and most of the girls who worked over there were students or had "regular" jobs and were just picking up extra dough. So they were virtually all young and very good-looking—hardly a skank in the bunch. Most of the customers, like me, were businessmen from St. Louis, where you could have a naked hottie in your lap in less than a 10-minute drive from downtown.

East St. Louis, Sauget, Centerville, and other nearby little Illinois towns had high unemployment from all the manufacturing and chemical plants that had closed down, and crime was rampant. The first time I drove over there I got all turned around and actually saw a guy walking down the street with an AK-47. Don't know if he was a good guy protecting himself or a bad guy up to no good, but I chose not to ask him for directions and find out.

Anyway, the point is, the cops over there had better things to do than bust the strip joints, and the communities direly needed the tax base they provided, so things got very wild inside them—especially if you were a regular customer and the girls got to know you.

My favorite time to go there, PT's and Diamond Cabaret--which were only half a mile apart and under the same management--was in the late afternoon by myself on weekdays. The lunch crowd had cleared out by then and the after-work crowd had not yet come in. The evening shift girls were just coming in and the day shift ones were about to get off, so it was usually slow with very few customers. 

The first time I went to PT's, as soon as I walked in the door, I went in the men's room stall to take a dump—a case of I-cannot-wait-another-moment. I did my business, flushed, and the toilet ran over and flooded the floor. I went to wipe, but, in my haste, had not noticed that there was no toilet tissue. It was then that I saw that the roll, along with my fecal boli, was in the commode—that's what caused it to run over. Some vandal had plugged it up. Not a problem. I'd just go into the adjacent stall and get some TP from it.

But the stall door would not open. I turned the lock as hard as I could, and the handle just twisted off in my hand, leaving the bolt in the locked position and the door secure as the hinges of hell. I pushed and shook and rattled the door, but couldn't get the damn thing open to save my life. Great. Here I am alone locked in a strange bathroom with no tissue and a dirty ass. 

With the floor flooded with piss and shit, I wasn't about to go under the stall wall, so I slipped my shorts off, hung them on the hook, and used the toilet as a step to go over the top. My shoes being wet against the slippery porcelain, when I made a strong push-off, I slipped, and my entire right foot immersed in the water—smashing a soft turd into the suede of my brand new New Balance running shoes and soaking my sock in piss-water. 

Clawing the wall as I fell, I knocked the heavy ring of keys from the shallow pocket of my running shorts. Guess where they landed? Yep, right into the commode. In fact, they disappeared down the drain, from which my foot had just conveniently dislodged the roll of tissue. I reached into the filthy drain and retrieved the keys, now encrusted with the excrement of perhaps a thousand men. My keyless remote never did work after that.

I have an especially high frustration tolerance, but at that point, I was boiling mad, exacerbated by the fact that I could hear the loud music and the DJ's stale jokes from the club. So, with adrenaline pumping, I cleared the wall like Teddy Roosevelt attacking San Juan Hill. In so doing, the entire metal wall separating my stall from the next ripped out of its moorings in the solid tile wall, making a crashing noise that sounded like all hell breaking loose and inflicting bloody gashes on my forehead, an elbow, both hands, and a knee.

It was then that the bouncer appeared. Think about it from his point of view: The restroom floor is flooded with water, urine, and feces; he has just heard a loud noise which was obviously the stall wall, now slightly bent over a commode, being torn down; and the sole person in there was a sweaty, bloody bottomless geezer with a crappy butt. What would you think?

The bouncer, who resembled Hulk Hogan, screamed, "What the fuck are you doin', asshole!!!" 

Fortunately, I immediately sized up the situation correctly, and took a quiet, non-confrontational, rationale approach. It's really amazing how you can sometimes deflate a person's aggression by giving them no fight. For the aggressor, it's like socking his fist into a vat full of jelly—it just doesn't do anything. Speaking in a barely audible monotone with minimal facial inflection and body movement, I simply explained in chronological order exactly what happened, then wiped my ass with paper towels, slipped on my shorts, washed my hands and keys and shoes, and asked him if they had a first aid kit. 

It worked, and he left and returned with the kit and the manager, who apologized over and over, saying someone had been intentionally stopping up the toilets, and they mistakenly thought I might be he. I told him that I had just moved to the area, what I did for a living, that I frequented "gentlemen's clubs" often, and was looking for a regular place. On the way out, we shook hands, he apologized again, and he gave me a thick stack of free passes, saying if I ever needed anything to ask him personally and consider it done.

So I never had to pay a cover charge for any of the strip joints under that company's management, and in, fact, I had so many passes that there were still a few left when I moved away from the area.  I generally stopped in PT's, Diamond Cabaret, or both a couple times a week. The girls and managers and DJs got to know me, and I them, quite well. With only a handful of customers in the late afternoons, the girls were downright bored, and they'd enjoy my entertaining them with jokes and stories and chitchat.

Although I didn't hesitate to drop twenties for lap dances, a few of the girls got to like me so much they wouldn't even charge me, or do multiple dances for a single twenty. As long as I bought beers, the managers didn't pay us any mind, for they knew I referred a lot of well-heeled businessmen there who spent big bucks in the evenings.

I could tell you scores of stories, but the general routine was the same. I'd come in wearing a tee-shirt, running shoes, and shorts (I changed out of my suit at the company gym and just kept on those clothes after working out), tipped the dancers lots of ones while they stripped on stage, and go to my usual table in the most secluded spot with a couple brews.

Then one or two of the gals would come back and give me lap dances. Sometimes, when it was especially slow, several girls would come back and give me multiple multi-girl dances as we talked and laughed and carried on. Knowing me, they were sincerely friendly and totally relaxed, and I was treated like a VIP.

Cherokee was the first dancer I got to know pretty well. A tall, long-legged, medium-boobed gal in her late 20s with long, wavy blonde hair, she was married to a cop and had twin boys. She was a really, really nice person without a fake bone in her body like some dancers.

I'd been going there several months, and she was one of the girls I always made sure to get a lap dance from. I was wearing my usual thin nylon running shorts, which is like wearing nothing at all. (Not a coincidence that I wore them there!) Cherokee had extraordinarily smooth skin and danced with slow, sensuous moves, and she was sitting in my lap facing me rubbing her magnificent, big-nippled tits all over my face while sliding her barely-covered pussy up and down against the underside of my steel-hard cock.

Her bald pussy lips were bulging through the thin triangle of her thong and literally hugging my dick. Knowing I was on the brink of cumming, I tried to wriggle away, but she adjusted her position right with me, and I blew with a real intense orgasm. She knew exactly what she was doing and closed her thighs together to milk every drop of cum out of me. That felt better than 3/4 of the girls I've actually fucked.

"I've wanted to do that since the first time I gave you a dance. You're such a nice, funny guy. Stay put and I'll go get you some Kleenex from the girls' room." 

She returned with the tissues, along with two more Buds on the house, and watched intently as I cleaned myself up.

"I love to make a man cum, but I've never felt comfortable doing it here at the club until now. And you've got such a pretty cock, too, so meaty and veiny," she said, stroking it softly with the long, slender fingers of one hand while tickling my balls with the nails of her other.

We sat there and talked for a while, while I finished the beers. Then it was her turn to dance again, so she tied her top back on and left for the stage while I stayed put. 

She picked up the wad of Kleenex as she left, brought it up to her nose, and said, "Mmmmm, I just love that smell." 

The routine was the same for all the dancers in the East St. Louis area: First dance is with top and bottom on, second dance the top comes off, and the third and final dance the bottoms come down. As long as the thong stays above the knees, the law over there considers them not to be bottomless, even though their pussy and ass is entirely exposed. Go figure, but I was not protesting!

Once in a while two girls would dance on the same stage at the same time, and this was just such an occasion. The beautiful Roxanne joined Cherokee, and they were doing a girl-girl act that had me half hard again, you know, fondling each other and licking each others' tits and playing spanky-spanky. 

Roxanne was another one of my favorites there. She was a spry little 5-foot, 95-pound pixie with a dark complexion, brown, shoulder-length hair and pert D-cup boobs tipped with dark, pointy nipples with hardly any areola surrounding them. She had told me she'd had a silicone breast enhancement when she was only 17, which would have been in the mid-1980s. Curiously, though she had the best boob job I've ever seen--utterly undetectable--she said she wished she hadn't done it.

By the third dance, their bottoms were down to their knees, and they were in a 69 twiddling each other's twats, Cherokee's lippy pussy pointed right at me. It looked like they were going down on one another, and I badly wanted to leave my distant table for a close-up to see if they really were or just feigning, but my light blue shorts were printed dark with cum, and I was too embarrassed to walk all the way across the club. Frustrating!

The waitress brought me two more beers as I hid my hips beneath the table.

Shortly, Cherokee and Roxanne finished their respective lap dances with other customers and sauntered together over to my table. 

"How'd you like a double lap dance, sailor?" they asked. 

I reached for my wallet, but Cherokee said, "Put that away. This one's on us," as Roxanne positioned a couple chairs to block the view of the only other person in there who could see us, the DJ.

They slathered themselves all over me, Roxanne pulling up my tee-shirt to rub her lovely boobs against my chest while Cherokee first kissed her then got down on her knees out of my line of sight to nibble my cock through my cum-encrusted shorts. I liked this place! A lot!

After a myriad of positions , Cherokee eventually mounted me facing away, then, grabbing my spread knees with her hands and placing her shins on top of my shoulders, she hoisted herself up and back and smashed her barely-covered crotch right into my mouth! 

With my nose right in her butt hole, I gazed down between her thighs to watch Roxanne, who was now kneeling on the floor between my legs, pull my shorts to the side and squeeze her big breasts around my raging hard cock, gently titty-fucking me so fine.

As if that were not already positively GREAT, she reached up and slid Cherokee's thong over to reveal her totally bare, sweet-smelling, freshly-shaved pussy. I mumbled something about it being only fair that I give her pleasure before flicking her clit with with my tongue and licking all the way up through her rapidly moistening big labia to make fast circles on her squinch hole. Repeat as directed, so sayeth the good doctor!

Unbelievable!!! Here I am in a titty bar with two of the hottest women to ever walk the planet eating one's pussy and getting titty-fucked by the other! And for free, no less!!!

This went on for several more songs. I felt Cherokee start to quiver, so I reached around, grasped her dangling C cups hard, and tweaked her rubbery pencil eraser nipples. She rared back into my face, literally plunging my nose INTO her bottom hole while I lick-sucked her swollen clit for all I was worth.

"I'm cumming; I'm cumming; I'm cumming," she repeated, pussy juice streaming down my chin and her whole body vibrating as she French-kissed Roxanne while she never missed a stroke with my dick in her cleavage. 

Cherokee was breathing hard and her chest was heaving as I hung onto her lovely breasts. She rocked slightly forward off my mouth, and I felt the pressure of Roxanne's tits lessen around my cock. I looked down and could see that Roxanne had three fingers in her own pussy, plunging in and out extra-fast while her thumb did clit duty.

Even so, she took her free arm and wrapped it around her tits from beneath, squeezing her orbs around my shaft and maintaining the up-and-down titty-fuck action. Amazing!

Before long, I heard her say, "I'm about to cum, yous guys," and she released her arm from her boobs and put both hands to use on her itty-bitty pussy. Wow, what a sight to behold! All in the same field of view was Cherokee's ass, glistening asshole and gaping pussy, and just beyond, her dangling nipply boobs, my purple-domed missile, Roxanne's pert footballs, and--the piece de resistance--Roxanne's furiously wrong-side-outing her little pixie pussy with six fingers, three from each hand, knuckle's against knuckles.

Roxanne screamed out something unintelligible just as the song ended, and the DJ looked over our way. While he could not directly see anything, only a dunce could wonder what was going on, and I felt a twinge of paranoia.

He started another song, the Pink Floyd number that starts with, "Breathe, breathe in the air," looked away, and cracked a stale joke. Just then, Cherokee sucked my entire cock into her warm, wet mouth in one smooth motion. Talk about feel good!!!

She performed the BJ with expert precision, and Roxanne assisted by licking and nibbling my balls. Since I had cum not long before and had had a few beers, I knew I could just relax and let the girls have at me.

They took turns sucking me and simul-sucking me as I variously ate out Cherokee's pussy and ass some more, spanked her perfect, tight buns, played with her dangling boobs, and, with my long arms, even reached Roxanne's enhanced ones. As I said before, she had the best set of fake boobs I've ever had the pleasure of playing with.

I felt my cum slowly rising, but knew it would be a few minutes yet. What to do that I had not already in this position in which I was basically anchored down? 

Aha! It came to me. While Cherokee was sucking my dick and Roxanne nibbling my balls, I used one foot to force the shoe on the other foot off and peel the sock off. Then I wiggled my big toe into Roxanne's pussy. It was really wet, and felt great. I could tell by her quickening breathing on my scrotum that she liked it, too. 

I wriggled and wriggled it inside her pussy. Man, what an extremely tight pussy she had! Her whole crotch was sopping wet, and, in my wriggling efforts, my "ring toe" found her butt hole, and I actually managed to insert it while keeping the big toe inside her pussy. 

"That's SO kinky," she said, "And SO good," just before sticking a wet finger in my asshole. Turnabout, as they say, is fair play.

Well, that's all it took, and I blew inside Cherokee's mouth in an explosion that might put Mount Pinatubo to shame. 

With my cock all the way in her mouth and her throat muscles contracting around it as she swallowed over and over, coupled with Roxanne's index finger buried in my ass as she sucked my balls and tickled them with the nails of her other hand while I stuck my tongue deep into Cherokee's ass and vibrated my palms against her erect nipples, I could say it was the best orgasm of my life.

But I always say that.

Well, we kissed goodbye and, of course, there was nothing to clean up this time. I downed the last of my not-so-cold Bud and left the club just in time to avoid rush hour traffic.

When I got home I so enjoyed smelling Cherokee's pussy and ass on my hands and Roxanne's on my foot while mentally re-enacting the scene that I was hesitant to take a shower.

But I did, knowing there would probably be more occasions at those two strip joints to reapply such odors.



VIP



Theron began to chuckle. "Is this part of your routine?" His voice was casual but she could see amusement tugging the corners of his mouth into a devilish smirk.

Justine pouted. "No!"

"Well, then, carry on." He raised his hips so that she could finish unveiling his manhood. 

Justine's eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon his generous tool. She tried to restrain herself from simply grabbing at it but it was a lost battle. She clutched his cock firmly in her dainty hand as her mouth went to his balls. 

Theron leaned back into the settee and placed a hand on top of her head. She sucked one heavy nut in her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. Then she sucked in the other. She ran her tongue on the underside of his ball sac and deeply inhaled his scent. Tilting her head to one side, she released the savory treats and turned her attention toward his shaft. Theron's hand was urging her in that direction but she wanted to take her time. She ran her silken tongue lazily on the underside of his cock, moistening it along the way. As she neared the crimson head, she stopped and reversed directions making Theron grunt in frustration. She repeated her course one more time then began pumping his wet prick with her fist as she closed her mouth over the tip. She encircled it several times with her tongue, tasting the delectable droplets of cum. Theron increased the pressure of his hand atop her head that she shook with feisty refusal without removing her mouth. She gently sunk her teeth into the spongy flesh of his head causing Theron to shudder. She continued to nibble voraciously for a moment then released him from her mouth while still jerking him near her face.

"I told you." She still faced his cock as if she were speaking to it. Theron felt her warm breath on him as she spoke. "I'm leading this dance." She turned languidly to face him. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"I sure fucking do!" His previously relaxed palm formed a fist in her hair and he pulled it sharply. Justine thought he was trying to maneuver her toward his crotch and she opened her mouth to receive him. "No, get on top of me!" he said while delivering another yank.

Theron's forcefulness spurred Justine on. She scrambled to climb on top of him. He held the base of his rod firmly while his other hand seized her hip. He guided her into place and she felt his thickness sinking into her drenched cunt as she lowered herself onto him. "Awww, fuck!" Justine quavered as he completely filled her inner cave. Her head fell back as she began bucking against him.

"Are you enjoying yourself so far?" Theron sarcastically echoed her own previous question. He moved his other hand to her hip and held her firmly in place, not allowing her to move. 

"I am now!" she giggled but with her head back and throat strained, her laugh sounded more like a wheeze. She struggled to move her hips but Theron did not loosen his grip. 

He chucked deeply, sending sensational vibrations through her. Justine continued to squirm and whimper. "What a hungry little slut you are!" He caught her jaw with his hand and forced him to face her. Her eyes were wide, liquid, and pleading. "What are you waiting for, bitch? Fuck me!" He released his stronghold and she immediately began to ride him deliriously. 

"Oh, god, yes!" Her breath was coming in quick gasps. "Your fuckin' cock...is so... amazing!" The volume of her voice was rising with her passion. Theron clapped his palm hand her mouth to hush her. She kissed and licked at his salty palm finally coaxing her mouth around his index finger and sucking eagerly at it.

"So you do know how to suck! And all you'd give my 'amazing' cock was a bunch of teasing," he chided her as he thrust his finger deep into her throat. She choked and sputtered briefly then began to convulse on his lap as her orgasm submerged her in pleasure. He kept thrusting deep in her as her juicy cunt milked at his cock and her mouth sucked greedily on his finger.

As the explosion in her body began to subside, she slowed her movements. "Pleeeeease let me try again!" She begged around his finger.

"Try what again?"

"I want to suck your dick!" 

"I don't know, Justine. You had your chance."

She shuddered. "I won't fuck around this time. I promise..."

Theron slowed his movements. "So you'll show me what a good cock-sucking whore you are?"

"Yes..." she implored.

Theron pushed her off his lap and onto the floor. She scrambled to her knees and positioned herself to blow him. She gripped his shaft in her hand, feeling her own heat and juices on him. She began to take him into her mouth but he stopped her. He stood up and she raised herself higher upon her knees.

"You sure you want it?"

"Yes. Please feed me your fucking coc..." Before she could finish her sentence Theron had slammed the entire length of his manhood deep into her throat. He used both hands to pull her further onto him, holding her tightly in place causing her throat to spasm against the bulbous head of his cock. He did not relent until she was opening her mouth wide and gasping for air and tears were streaming from her eyes. 

"Too much for you, slut?" 

Justine shook her head. She took a deep breath and wrapped her lips tightly around his cock

"That's a good girl." He steadied her so that she was ready to receive his forceful thrusts. He fucked her throat urgently, only backing off occasionally to let her take brief gulps of air. "Now that's much better." 

Justine looked up at him, her eyes filled with a radiant bliss at receiving his compliments.

Theron was grunting in time with his pumping as he looked down into her eyes. He loved the pleasure her mouth was giving him but knew he wouldn't hold out much longer. "Are you ready for it? Are you going to let me cum all over your pretty face, my little whore?"

She nodded her agreement. She wanted nothing more.

He pulled his cock from her warm mouth and began jacking it with his hand. Justine's mouth was still open with awe and hunger. While still stroking his meat, he clasped her jaw in his other hand. 

"Ooooh, Theron..." she moaned, her mouth longing to taste him. "Give it to me, pleeeease."

Theron erupted, launching several thick streams of his seed over her face. Justine licked her him from her lips then used her tiny hands to clean her face like a kitten, not wanting to waste a single drop. When she was finished, she threw her arms around him and nuzzled against his thigh for a moment.

Finally, Justine tried to stand up. He legs were wobbly and Theron helped steady her on her feet. Her garter belt had slid down; the money it once held lay strewn across the floor. 

They both redressed themselves quickly. When they had finished, Theron grabbed her and pulled her in for one final kiss. With the urgency gone, she was able to savor it like she hadn't before. 

"That was a wonderful 'dance', Justine." 

She smiled and thanked him.

"I should go and let you get back to work."

She agreed reluctantly. As he turned to exit the cubical, she startled herself by calling after him. "Wait, Theron."

"Yes?" He only half turned to face her.

"Are you local? Will you be back?" She didn't like how desperate her voice sounded but she also didn't like the idea of never being able to fuck him again.

"No, I don't live here." 

Her head dropped in blatant disappointment. 

"But I will be back eventually."

She nodded softly. "Okay. I'll look forward to it."

"I'm sure you will." He gave her one last wicked grin before exiting the cubical.



Viper's Pit



The night air was heavy with humidity and the temperature outside was hovering around 8o degrees, much too uncomfortable to be strolling the streets, so I dashed into a nightclub to relieve myself of the thickness of the heat. As I ambled through the doorway I could feel the coolness from the air conditioning inside begin to creep over my body creating a soothing calm over me. 

The lounge was brimming with all sorts of people, a good mix , arduous males, dressed for the hunt, and a brood of ladies, smartly dressed and looking very spry. The bar was full, with those who appeared to be drowning their days woes, engaging in brief, sporadic conversations with those sitting next to them. The tables were engulfed by groups, mostly ladies whom appeared caught up in the latest gossip of who did what to whom, while the amorous males roamed from table to table, strutting as if in a mating ritual display, trying to attract a lucky female. 

Outlining the perimeter of the lounge were the booths, large enough to encompass a group of four comfortably, and six if need be. Most of them full ,with groups of four, and mostly mixed couples. I'm assuming that these were the newly matched couples, either newly wed or newly met and trying to find a little solitude away from the hustle of the tables and the dance floor. 

The booths wrapped from one end of the lounge by the front door to the back of the lounge near the phone booths and the kitchen door area. The lighting at the rear area was weak and dimly lit, casting a shadow over the last remaining two booths. From any where else in the lounge, one wouldn't be able to clearly see the person or persons that were seated at the last two booths, even by squinting the eyes, merely sihlouettes of human life form. 

After spotting what I considered to be the prime seats, the last two darkened booths, I began to weave my way through the crowds of people, drinking in each face, each expression as my eyes flashed as I walked through the table area towards my destination. 

Listening to the volume of each persons fleeting conversation, gave me insight as to how long each one had been there that evening. It was nearing eleven o'clock, and those who were speaking in high volume of speech, I assumed had been there since around eight or nine o'clock. They had become either deafened by the sounds of the music or had enough bar cheer in them to cause them to relax, becoming more uninhibited to their speech volume, or both. 

As I approached the last two booths, I noticed that one booth was empty, and the other had only one person sitting there. I was aiming for the empty booth, when I cleared the brighter lights of the lounge and entered into the dimly lit area and my eyes adjusted, enabling me to see clearer, that the lone figure in the booth was a female. I quickly deduced that this was unusual for such a crowded, well mixed night spot, that a lady was to be sitting alone without even being circled by the male vultures that were searching for their next rendezvous. 

Without hesitation, I smiled and asked if this empty seat was taken. She replied "no, have a seat". It was then that I was able to get a clear view of her, and I was astounded. She was smartly dressed, wearing a skirt that I would guess to be a little higher than mid thigh, that I had noticed as I stood asking about the vacant seat, and a blouse that was a soft white in color and the sleeves were arms length. Over the blouse was a vest that matched the skirt in style and color. 

She had blonde hair which was cut on the short side and nicely styled, and a true blonde at that. Her eyes were those of dark sapphires that twinkled with a certain spark that was very enticing. Her smile was bright enough to lighten the dimness of our little dark corner with her pearly white teeth shining against the contrast of the creamy deep red lipstick that coated her full lips. 

As my eyes trailed down her frame, I gazed briefly at the opening of her ruffled collared blouse seeing her creamy white pinkish chest, speckled with freckles, giving it the appearance of a light even tan as the freckles blended together. The mounds of her breasts pouted teasingly above the constraint of her bra, which sent my mind to estimating her breast size as about a 36 C, as I sat silently drinking each detail of her body. 

I gazed as she lifted her glass to sip her drink, looking at her long slender fingers of each hand while she tilted the glass with one hand and situated the drink napkin with the other. I thought, either a sign of nervousness or that of a perfectionist. 

All the while I explored her stunning beauty, I noticed her eyes trailing over my body, giving each part of me a once over. She covered every inch of my six feet , five inch frame and guesstimating my weight as she gazed at me. She kept looking at my hands, as if to be searching for a sign that I may be spoken for, so I obliged by placing my hands flat on the table in front of me to give her the answer to her unspoken question, which was only one diamond ring on my right ring finger. 

I broke the ice by introducing myself as Viper, and she replied giving her name as Ann, then I asked curiously, why she had seated herself in the depths of the lounge, rather than being more visible at a different area of the lounge. 

She replied, "I came here with someone, but he left abruptly". 

I sensed from the quivering in her voice that there had been a rift between her and her companion, and that she was doing some soul searching and possibly some mending, as she sat there alone. 

I asked her, "Would you prefer to be left alone?" 

She replied, "No, some good company would be nice right about now". 

So I nestled back against the booth and flagged a waiter to order a beverage to quench my parched throat and ordered another for the lady. 

I then quipped, "Do you think I could be good company?", as I flashed a smile at her. 

To which she replied, "I guess we'll find out, wont we" as she returned a smile. 

Her next remark not only stunned me but sent a wave of excitement trailing down my spine when she asked, "Your place or mine?" 

After quickly regaining my composure, I replied, "Mine, I have a very special place I'd like to take you this evening". 

She asked "really, and where might this place be?" 

"I'll need to show you, rather than tell you, that is, if you trust me?". 

Curiosity getting the best of her, she agreed to go with me, only if I promised that she would be safe. Without hesitation, I assured her that she would be, and would not soon forget this special place. That was all it took for her to snap her purse and stand, waiting for me to take her to this place. This place was the Pit. My very own self designed room, with its sole purpose being nothing more than for sexual desires and pleasures to be lived out. 

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The Pit was formerly a basement, a rompus room, that had been converted into my own pleasure dome. Its walls were painted black with a mural of a looming thunderstorm, complete with hues of dark blue and gray clouds and streaks of ominous lightning strikes lacing through them. A sound system that would envy a mediocre sized radio station was installed behind the wet bar in the corner of the room. 

In the corner of the ceiling behind the bar was a TV that was mounted on a pedestal. The floors were covered with a thick lush dark burgundy colored carpet that swallowed your feet with each step you took. There were assorted pillows on the floor, some soft and fluffy, others firm and flat. In the center of the floor was a huge white bear skin rug, with fur that was long and fluffy. At the end of the rug was the head of the bear that had been expertly stuffed and preserved, complete with eyes as black as night and teeth that shone brightly as the mouth snarled with a vicious look. 

There was a bench, resembling a weight bench, sitting to one side of the room. And a trunk sitting on the opposite side. And a couple of leather easy chairs placed along the walls completed the furnishings. 

When I opened the door to the Pit, she walked in and stopped, looking intently at the room and its contents and design. I stood directly behind her, close, breathing in her scent of perfume and of her essence itself. 

Her golden hair had the scent of a freshly bloomed flowered meadow. Her heigth I guessed to be around six feet tall, in comparison to my six feet five inch frame. I felt a fire begin to burn deep in the depths of my soul as I gazed at this woman's figure and drank in her beauty. 

I then encouraged her to enter further into the Pit and flipped the light switch on, which turned on the ceiling lights that were low wattage to give the room a dim warm glow. As she sat her purse down on the bar and finished her inspection of the room, I lit the candles in the room that were on candle stands, located in all four corners of the room, before turning the lights back off. When the lights went off, the flickering candles gave the mural on the walls an erie reality. The candles were all scented with the aroma of cinnamon, and after they burned for several minutes, they filled the room with their sensual scent. 

Now that the room had been readied to my satisfaction, I asked her if she cared for something to drink, and she asked for a glass of red wine. I took the bottle from the little fridge from under the bar and poured the glass three quarters full and handed it to her. She seemed to be getting a little more comfortable with her unusual surroundings. 

We talked lightheartedly for about an hour and began a more sexually oriented conversation as the wine began to relax her more and more with each sip. She began asking questions about the room, why I had designed it the way it was, and why I referred to it as the Pit? I replied that it was a room where I could go and become who I was beneath the facade, do things beyond the ordinary. 

She quipped "Oh, so you're into the kinky stuff huh?" 

I replied, "No, not really, I just like to keep things interesting. It takes a willing playmate to have the most fun here, though." I added. 

Seeming intrigued, she continued with her questioning. 

"So, what kind of fun do you consider interesting, Viper?" said with a playful giggle. 

Instead of explaining it, I took her over to the trunk, and opened it, showing her all the contents of it. 

"Well, here are some outfits, one being a tight fitting latex pair of shorts, for her, and a leather thong for him, for starters." 

She grabbed the thong and placed them to her nose, and took a deep breath, letting out a long low moan as she exhaled. "I love the smell of leather" she said. 

I dug deeper into the trunk and extracted a blindfold, a pair of fur lined leather cuffs with Velcro fasteners for easy access, assorted peacock feathers, a cock ring, and two sets of nipple clips, along with assorted oils and personal lubricants. The look on her face as I pulled each item out was priceless. It was of shock and of that of excitement as she stood there with a devilish grin on her face and hers eyes twinkling with wonderment. 

In a flash she reached out and grabbed the shiny black latex shorts and hurried off to the bathroom saying in her rush, "I'll be right back!". 

In the meantime, I put on the leather thong, then pulled my tight fitting black levis back on to give the appearance that I was innocent as to what she had gone off to do, not wanting to take for granted what I was deeply hoping that she would do, get ready for an evening of pure raw, lusty sex. 

I then turned the stereo on, putting in several CD's , beginning with some soft sexy music, such as mood music like rain falling, a thunderstorm and then graduating to Celine Dion and Amy Grant songs. I then sat the assorted body oils in a bowl of very warm water to get them to body temperature. Satisfied that the mood was set as far as the rooms furnishings, I sat and sipped my glass of Burgundy wine waiting for my guest to reappear. 

When I heard the door opening after about 15 minutes of waiting, I peered through the dim glow of the scented candles, and felt my heart begin to quicken as my eyes began to focus on the figure that stood a few short feet from me. 

There she stood, wearing a pair of spike heels, and mesh black stockings, the tightly fitting shiny black latex shorts, that let the bottom edge of her cheeks pout out from the restraining material. She wore the same white blouse that she had on earlier with the exception of wearing a different bra now, which seemed to be a size or two too small for her endowment, from the way that her mounds of breast flesh were bulging up from the opening of the blouse. 

She accented all of this with a diamond encrusted black velvet choker, which gave a tantalizing contrast against her creamy pinkish white skin. Her short blonde hair had just been combed and lay perfectly around the shape of her beautiful face. Her lips were adorned with a deep red lipstick which made her teeth seem a brilliant white. Her mascara accented her eyes giving them a dark sensual color. 

I walked across the room, held out my hand to her, and pulled her into me, wrapping my arms around her trim waist. As my bare chest pressed against her straining breasts, I tilted my head down slightly and gave a little lick on the side of her neck, then kissed firmly , the same spot I had just licked. She tilted her head back, opening more of her neck to avail my kisses, and in an animalistic way, showing complete trust by exposing such a vulnerable area. I continued to lavish hot kisses and nibbles all over her tender nape, as my hands now began to softly caress her back, still holding her closely. 

Stepping back, Ann looked at me, smiled, and slowly began unbuttoning her white blouse, being very deliberate with each button as her red nailed fingers twisted the buttons from each hole, exposing more flesh with each move. She drew the blouse down over her soft shoulders letting it fall down her arms then removing each arm until the blouse lay at her feet on the floor. 

Now standing there with the undersized bra being the only restriction of freedom of her breasts, she reached down between the two straining mounds and unclasped the bra, then slowly removed it from her breasts causing them to expand to their full capacity. I stepped close to her again and took the dangling bra and slid it from her shoulders and arms, then stepped back a step and gazed at the magnificent mounds. Her breasts were like globes, full and round, the areolas were a dusty tan and punctuated with erect nipples the size of pencil erasers. 

I reached out and placed my hands on them, feeling their weight, the firmness and the warmth that they exuded. I then leaned down and kissed the tops of them as I began a massage on them as a cat would massage his claws alternately. After kneading them, I leaned down and began drawing a circle around the outer diameter of one using the tip of my wet tongue, spiraling in toward the center until my tongue was dancing on her nipple. 

This, she told me, made her feel as though I was gathering her nerve endings in her breast and drawing them all to her nipples, making it very sensitive. I then opened my mouth and placed as much of her warm breasts into my mouth as I could, before beginning a light suction as if to extract pleasure from the nipples of each breast. 

After coating each one with the warm saliva of my hungry mouth, I pushed the two mounds together in an attempt to suck both of them simultaneously. This was impossible due to the amount of her ample breasts, so I alternated rapidly, sucking each nipple as I held them as close together as I could. A sweet, low moan escaped her deep red lips as I did this. 

I fell to my knees in front of her, which placed my face just below her navel. I took my hands, and placed each one on her butt cheeks, rubbing, absorbing the feeling of the shiny, slick latex shorts that confined her, taking in the tautness of her derriere. With my hands there, I pulled her body in toward my face and made a trail of wetness with my tongue around her navel, then pointing my tongue, I slid it into her navel and wiggled it, causing her to giggle and pull away. 

Kissing my way down from her tummy, I began to inhale deeper, breathing in the scent that I had been craving, filling my nostrils and head with the aroma of a woman. I relished in the smell of her heat and excitement. I could feel my stiffness become fuller as it began to throb. 

I rubbed my face over the shorts she wore, feeling the heat from her body as it radiated through the impervious material, taking in the smooth slickness of it, and feeling the flesh that was restrained under it wanting to escape. 

I took a step back on my knees and unsnapped the button that was the release, the escape hatch for her warm flesh to be set free. Peeling down the skin tight shorts was in itself enticing, exposing her nakedness to me, just a few precious inches away. To my surprise and delight, there was no sign of body hair. She had shaved it completely bald, leaving her soft pouting lips exposed to the warm air of the room........... and to me. I leaned my face to within inches of her smooth labia, and took in a deep breath through my nostrils, basking in her scent. 

Helping her step out of the shorts, I then stood up and gazed at her shapely figure, clad only in stockings and spike heels now. At this point, she reached out and grabbed the button to my levis, and pulled me in closer to her. 

With a twist of her thumb and finger the jeans top sprang open, and she grabbed the zipper and began tugging slowly downward until it had bottomed out. A grin bloomed on her face when she saw the leather thong peeking through the gap of the opened jeans. She tugged on the sides of the jeans lowering them until they lay in a heap on the floor at my feet. I stepped out of them, leaving me standing there with only the small leather thong covering my excited maleness. 

My arousal was obvious by the dark pink tip of my swollen member peeking just over the top of the elastic band of the thong. Ann asked me to do a pirouette, as a fashion model on a runway would do, so she could take in the full panoramic view of the fit of the thong as it clung to my hot flesh. 

When I had turned my back, she grabbed my bum and stopped my movement, taking in the muscular globes of my butt cheeks. She grabbed each cheek, one in each hand and squeezed, feeling the firmness, before placing her face in close, to breath in the scent of my heat combined with the aroma of the thin leather strap that ran up the center. A loud pleasing moan came from deep inside her throat as she inhaled. 

Then spinning me around again, stopping me with my bulging manhood, covered by a thin layer of leather, inches from her face . Ann then placed her lips on my belly just above the band of the thong, as I felt her mouth open slightly, and then felt the leather as it was being pulled down slowly over my throbbing cock and legs. 

Once the thong had been removed, Ann commented on the fact that I had no hair on my testicles or the base of my penis. I felt myself blush, as I told her that I liked keeping it shaved for comfort. 

Then she asked the question that sent a shiver of excitement through my loins and up my spine, "Can I shave you the rest of the way?" 

I stuttered when I replied "Yeah, if you want to". 

I retrieved the necessary tools to do the task for her, a shaving mug, brush and a straight razor, complete with a razor strop. She looked surprised, and told me that she had never held a straight razor much less shaved with one. I told her that she would do fine and slapped the razor against the smooth leather strop to put a fine hone on the polished steel blade before handing it to her. 




Viper's Pit



She lathered the brush up with thick hot white shaving cream and generously applied it to my pubic area that would soon be shorn of its hair. She then took the razor and opened it, and held it, after I showed her how to hold it properly, and then placed the razor sharp edge at the line of thick hair inches above my still rock hard manhood. 

I suggested that she visualize seeing the blade gliding easily over the flesh, not applying any pressure, rather using short sweeping strokes as if just trying to sweep the thick cream off leaving nothing but pink flesh. 

I then focused my eyes straight ahead not wanting to make her more nervous by watching her every move, even though I had a great deal of trepidation. After standing there for what seemed like a long time, I mustered up enough courage to look down, only to notice her shaving hand trembling. I gulped as I felt the cold steel against my skin and the sweeping motion begin, just as I had instructed. 

I couldn't help but imagining the remainder of my life, living as a Eunich. Then I felt that tweak of searing pain as the blade dug too deep into my tender flesh. Looking down with sweat breaking from my brow was an incredible sight. There was my hard protruding cock jutting out from a sea of thick, snow white shaving cream, with a trickle of bright red blood dripping into the contrast of the pure white foamy lather. It was strangely erotic. 

She was shaking now, apologizing profusely. I smiled at her and told her to relax. She said that she couldn't do this. I replied with a soft soothing voice that she couldn't just leave me like this, and that she should just take a deep breath and relax. She regained her composure and licked the little trickle of blood from the nick, then proceeded the shave me bare, without injury. 

I must admit that it was a strange sight to peer down and see nothing but bare skin and my proudly standing penis with no hair surrounding it. In fact it gave the appearance of making me look larger due to no nesting around it taking away from the length of it. 

With the shaving finished, she took the towel and wiped the excess lather off then stood and looked down proudly at her handy work, pleased that all of my body parts were still in tact with only a small nick to prove her inexperience. 

I grabbed her and drew her in close to me, as the stereo began to play Celine Dions song, "Seduces Me". I looked into her eyes and saw the excitement that she was having, coursing through her veins in anticipation of what would take place next. 

My right hand slid down between the two of us, and I placed it between her legs feeling the wetness that coated her lips and thighs. I lifted my hand back up, placing it to my mouth then slid my two wet fingers into my hungry mouth as she watched with intent. Her mouth fell open when I did this, so I slid my fingers from my mouth and directly into hers, which she accepted eagerly, and began brushing her tongue over them cleaning any residue that I had left. 

When I pulled her into me, we could feel our naked and bare loins as they rubbed together, both slightly sticky from the juices that had already escaped in anticipation and excitement. 

I stepped back away from her, and walked over to the treasure chest along the wall and peered into, and pulled out the fur lined cuffs, nipple clips, and the peacock feathers. I glanced over at Ann and she had a smirk on her face, as if to say "Don't even think for a minute that you're going to use that stuff on me". 

I slung the cuffs, that were connected with a chrome chain, and slung them over my shoulder, then placed the nipple clips between my teeth, and carrying the feathers in one hand, then swiped the Kama sutra oil from the bar with the other hand, and walked to the bench, in the middle of the room , and sat down. 

Ann gazed at me for a few minutes, then began stepping towards me as I sat, watching. The music on the stereo had changed from the soft seductive sounds of Celine to a slinky beat of Led Zepplins "The Lemon Song". 

As Ann walked towards me, her steps became a strut, as the atmosphere, combined with the sounds and the relaxing effects of the wine overcame her, she began a slow sensual gyrating dance in beat with the rythm of the song. 

I watched intently as she gyrated her hips around in big circles, and spinning slowly with the beat of the music, lusting after her with my thoughts and eyes. She made her way over to me and extended her hands out to me, still dancing in tune with the beat of the music. I stood and walked as if hypnotized by her movements, until I was standing away from the furniture and the bench. She then began her slow dance around me, brushing against me with her naked body, sending a rush of heat to my nerve endings everyplace that she touched. 

After the song had reached its climax, I grabbed Ann and pulled her close to me, every inch of exposed flesh burning with desire. But now I must take this vixen to heaven, in ways only know to Viper. I walked her over to the bench and sat her down at the end of it, then laid her back onto the bench. I stood at the end of the bench looking at her naked body, covered with a fine mist of perspiration, drinking in her beauty with my hungry eyes. 

I took the bottle of oil, uncorked the top, and dribbled some oil onto her misted body, from her neck down to her ankles. I then reached down and began to massage the fragrant oil deep into her flesh. 

Taking effort not to touch her breasts, I slowly massaged in the oil around her neck and chest then down her arms. When at the breasts, I rubbed the oil all around them, but not onto them. It was enticing to watch the oil that I had dribbled onto her nipples, slowly trickle down the sides of her mounds. 

Ann moaned when I avoided her breasts and began to pout when I shook my head that I was not going to touch them ...yet. Instead, I continued my massage down her torso to her tummy, which was flat and firm, using my big hands and fingers spreading and rubbing in the oil. The massage continued downward, to her navel, which I then placed a drop of oil onto the tip of my tongue and slowly slid my tongue inside there to coat it with the warm oil. Slowly moving down with my hands again, I rubbed the oil into her pubic mound, using a firm pressure. 

Ann reached up and grabbed my hands to push them into her soft moist crotch. I pulled away, and in a soft whisper said, "in time baby". It was then that I grabbed the fur lined cuffs and placed them around her wrists, taking the chain that connected them underneath the bench that she laid on, preventing her from being able to raise her hand higher than her sides. I finished the massage of the remaining oil into her thighs, making sure that I did not make any contact with her soft wet triangle. 

After the massage, I walked back to the trunk and pulled out the blindfold then before placing it over Ann's eyes, I leaned downed and gave her a soft kiss on her still pouting lips. 

I asked her in a low soft voice, "Trust me baby?" 

She whispered back, "yes". 

The blindfold too was made of soft leather, which gave her the ever present scent of leather along with the musk that began to fill the room from the pheromones that escaped from both of us. 

With the blindfold in place and her hands restricted, I walked around the bench, and randomly leaned down, placing a kiss here, a nibble there, still not touching her breasts or puswah. After several minutes of this torment, she began talking to me in low raspy tones, trying to coax me into taking her completely and right now. I did not say a word, rather continued my random assault of kisses , now moving in closer to her soft spot and breasts each time I placed a kiss or a lick. 

I stood at the end of the bench and looked in between her legs at her soft spot and noticed that the bench there had become wet from the juices that escaped from her. It was then that I leaned down to her breasts and before touching them with my hot tongue, first breathed a hot heavy breath onto them, causing her to moan once again. 

Then very slowly, I lowered my open mouth over one of her breasts taking in as much of it as I could before sliding my mouth back up to the nipple, much like eating an ice cream cone. When she felt my mouth take her breast, she began to whimper with excitement. I repeated this on her other breast. After filling my hunger there, I removed the blindfold from her eyes. I still left her hands restricted, but wanted her to watch as I made my way to her wet dripping pussy. I rely a great deal on the eyes when I pleasure a woman, seeing her desires and reactions. 

I got on my knees and started at her ankles, one on either side of the bench, and began dragging my tongue up , onto the calf and up to the knees, then continuing up the thigh, stopping at the crease of where the thigh connected to the hip, then repeating the same technique on the other leg and stopping at the same spot. 

By this time, Ann was beginning to moan louder and her hips were moving from side to side. I moved in deliberate slow movements as I grasped one hand on either thigh, and pushed her legs apart wider exposing more and more of the soft wet, area that I was about to devour. 

I licked my way to the inner part of her trembling thigh, then with one long slow lick, using just the tip of my tongue, licked her right up the center of her softest spot from her rear end up the center of her very being finishing at the top of her mound. As I brushed her swollen clit with my tongue, her legs began to quiver and I knew that she was not far from climaxing, so I concentrated my tongue on other areas of her soft wet mound not touching her love trigger, prolonging her wave of pleasure once again. 

Her voice was now a louder tone, seemingly irritated from the torment of endless teasing. I stopped her torture and unleashed her restricted hands, setting them free to roam. Ann had a glaze over her eyes, that were now a dark blue, and her coy grin was replaced with an intense determined look of hot passion, as she quickly got up from the padded bench. 

She looked at me and a daring voice asked me if I would be as brave and willing as she had been by laying down on the bench for her. I smiled at her devilishly and nodded that I would , and did so. 

Ann changed took the blind fold and placed it over my eyes, then removed it suddenly, saying, "On second thought, I want you to see everything that's going to happen to you". 

She then cuffed my wrists as I had done hers, taking them under the bench to avoid movement of them. She then picked up the long feathers that lay on the floor and began stroking them down my entire body as if painting me with them. They felt soothing yet tantalizing at the same time. Ann then walked to the bench and with her standing at my head, straddled the bench and my body with her legs directly over my face, but far enough away to prevent me from lifting up and touching her. She then leaned forward placing one hand on either of my thighs, and lowered her head to within an inch of my erect aching manhood, and began blowing softly on it. 

The way her body was positioned I was able to see between her leaning body and mine, as she began to trail her tongue all around my shaved pubic area, never touching my engorged cock. 

When I shifted my eyes to avoid seeing my torture as well as feeling it, the only sight I had was that of her succulent wet pouting pussy just out of reach of my face and hungry tongue. As I lay there I knew that my torture was being able to see rather than not being able to. Ann began licking all around my freshly shaven groin ,taking great effort not to touch my throbbing member. 

She licked on either side of where my cock lay against me, trailing her wide tongue down into the insides of my thighs, then licking across my heavy aching balls to the other side completing the circle of torture around my most sensitive area. After several times of this torment she then placed her mouth directly above my cock, and stretched her pointed tongue out until it made contact with the glistening droplets of excitement that now coated its dark pink head. 

I believe that every nerve fiber in my body was all collected in my aching member, because when she made contact, I felt fire race deep into my loins With her hands still placed on my hips for support, she leaned down, and placed the bulging head into her mouth and began devouring every inch of my manhood, moving agonizingly slowly until its entirety had nestled into her hot mouth. I felt the bulbous head as it pressed against the back of her throat, then felt it slip deep into her as she relaxed her throat muscles. 

Once there, she paused and I then felt her tongue sliding over the shaft and head in a tongue dance that nearly sent me over the edge, before she began her ascent back up, moving as slowly as she had done going down on it, till her lips pursed at the tip of my drooling cock. 

Ann continued this play several more minutes before I begged her to stop, not wanting to end this way. I wanted to feel her heat, inside of her still oozing puswah. When she stood, I got up from the bench and picked up the nipple clips that lay on the floor next to the bench. I commanded her to lie on the bench before me, making sure that her hips were at the end of the bench, allowing me complete unobstructed access to her. 

I squatted beside her and took the clips and placed one on one of her nipples. The clips looked like wide, rubber tipped tweezers, with a ring around it to hold the clips in place from the desired pressure applied. As I closed the clip on her nipple, I told Ann to tell me if it was too tight, and she told me that her nipples were very sensitive, and to be very careful not to hurt her. 

I assured her that these were designed for pleasure and nothing more. Once the clip was in place on her first breast, I repeated the process on the other one. Now she lay there adorned with a clip on each nipple connected by a silver chain. I reached down and grabbed the chain in the middle and pulled gently, watching her breasts as they lifted together. Ann moaned as I did this, not in pain but in pleasure. 

As I stood at the end of the bench and peered down at this hot woman lying on the bench, legs spread and seeing the wetness seeping from within her, I paused, taking in the entire surroundings. The heavy scent of the cinnamon candles, the music playing its sensual beat, the dim lighting from the flickering candles as they cast shadows against the mural of a thunderstorm on the walls, and the scent of sex in the room, all sending shivers down my spine. I muttered to myself, " Now its time to get down to business", happy that my lair was complete. 

I lay my body down on top of Ann, relishing in the feel of her soft warm skin against mine, as each inch of flesh meshed together as one. I positioned myself to where my aching cock was pressing snuggly between her hot soft wet lips and began to slide in and up and down motion, sliding my shaft over the outside of her inner lips, noticing her erect clitoris as it massaged the tender underside of my hard cock. 

As my shaft rubbed in between her, Ann began a low growling moan. I gazed down at her, and noticed that her eyes were closed. I leaned down to her ear and whispered in a hot whisper, " open your eyes baby, and let me see into your heart". When her eyes opened, they were very dark and glazed with passion. We never lost eye contact after that moment, as we peered deeply into each others eyes. 

After several minutes of sliding between her wet lips, Ann looked at me in a desperate way and whimpered, "Fuck me, NOW". To remind her who was in control, I tilted my head down and grabbed the chain of the nipple clips between my teeth, and as I inserted just the tip of my glazed cock head, I tilted my head backwards enough to cause the clips to pull her breasts up some by her nipples. 

Ann let out a loud moan, and I felt her nails digging into my back, and then felt the tip of my cock as it was being clamped down on by her contracting pussy opening as Ann climaxed her first time. 

After feeling her first wave subside , I released the chain from between my teeth and let it fall back down between her still heaving breasts. I pressed my body back down against hers completely and began slipping my manhood into her dripping opening inch by inch moving ever so slowly. The feel of her searing pussy around my aching member was electrifying. It resembled a very hot wet soft engulfing velvet glove. 

Once completely inside of her I paused to enjoy the feeling of her wrapped around me, and the warmth of her ass cheeks as my hairless balls lay against them. 

I began a pumping motion, going completely in then out each time, only to insert again and dive in as deeply as I could. My motion became faster, still using full length strokes, as Ann wrapped her long legs around my thrusting waist. My pace changed from long strokes to short chopping strokes, making sure to bump her clit with each down stroke, only to revert back to the long deep strokes getting harder and faster as we went. 

At one point due to the intensity of the thrusting, I became aware by feeling my balls as they bounced against her butt cheeks, which prompted me to whisper to Ann in a raspy voice if she too felt them slapping her there. At this point all she could muster was a moan. 

After about ten minutes of hard deep and fast thrusting, I felt the familiar tingling in my loins and told Ann that I would soon spill my hot sticky seed. She moaned loudly this time, "Cum with me". 

I began talking more nasty words to her such as, "You want to feel my white hot heat baby? Do you want it deep inside of you or on you?". 

She did not answer, rather moaned and whimpered her delight with either thought. 

I felt the hot syrup rising up the shaft of my fleshy piston as I plunged hard and deep. When the hot sticky cum began to jet from the tip of my convulsing cock head, I buried it deeply into her and watched through slitted eyes at her face as her womb became filled with my heat. 

Once my spasms eased, I withdrew and watched as the last spurts splashed onto her pubic mound. I watched intently as Ann began rubbing the cum into her body where it had splashed, stopping to stick her fingers into her mouth, tasting the saltiness of my juices. 

I couldn't resist kneeling down at her still exposed pussy and stretching my tongue out as far as it would go, and dipping it inside of her spread lips tasting the unique mixture of both of our juices. Ann grabbed my hair on my head and pulled my face into her when I did this, and climaxed once again, flooding my snaking tongue with more of her essence. 

I made my way to my feet and the sight of her still quaking body twisting on the bench before me sent a renewed fire deep within my loins. My manhood never lost any tinsel strength, and remained as rigid as a steel spike. 

I helped Ann to her feet and we stood face to face when she grabbed each side of my juice covered face and began licking me as a mother cat would clean her baby kitten. With each lick, she moaned in delight, savoring the taste. 

Reaching down with her free hand now, she grasped my erection, and smiled devilishly at me once more, saying, "I want some more of this!" 

Unfortunately we had both lost track of the time and when she saw that it was 6:00 a. m. on the digital clock on the VCR, she gasped and said that she had a business meeting at 8:00 a.m. that could make her company millions of dollars. I told Ann where the shower was located and the fresh linens and she gave me a deep kiss, then rushed out of the room. 

I wrote Ann a short note with my cell phone number on it and left it on top of her purse telling her next time that she was in Chicago, that I'd look her up, if she wanted, and signed it Viper. With that I jumped into my car and drove off, searching for the next rendezvous. Need more prey! 




Viper's Pit



Let me know if you like this story with some feedback, okay? If you would, point out any particular part that you liked. Thanks, Diamond Dan



Vipin Uncle and Mom



This is a purely imaginary story, set in a Bengali household in India. 

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My dad had divorced mom seven years ago. The alimony had been decent, not too big, just sufficient. Mom got the flat where we lived in, as part of her alimony, apart from some money which she had invested in a fixed deposit in a bank. The bank paid her a monthly interest on her deposit, which was her only steady income. She supplemented her somewhat meagre means by doing odd jobs here and there. The jobs were temporary. So when she was out of one, our situation used to be pretty tight.

Divorce had made her irritable. When she was married, she had a cushioned life. Dad was a senior executive in a reputed company and earned a handsome salary plus a lot of perks. Mom had nothing to care for. But after her divorce, she had to bear the burden of the family of two on her own. It was difficult indeed, in times of rising prices. She had the self esteem not to beg for help from anyone or accept any unsolicited assistance. 

Both my parents had a healthy sex appetite. Dad fucked mom regularly when they were married. After divorce, he married his secretary Trisha, a young nymphet, who had a reputation for giving the most heavenly blow jobs. 

Mom had gone without sex for seven years since her divorce. Not only had she not remarried, there had been no boy friends or one night stands in her life since divorce. Running the family had kept her occupied fully. She just could not find enough time for romantic escapades or sexual diversions. Forced sexual abstinence for a middle aged healthy woman with a healthy sex appetite, can induce an irritating trait in her behaviour. Mom rarely smiled and was prone to yelling at me at the slightest pretext. No wonder, I was pretty tired of her irritation and unreasonable fits of rage.

Moreover, deep in her mind there was a tinge of jealousy for Trisha, dad's second wife, who has a body to die for and an abundance of sexual charms. Mom did not show any apparent envy towards Trisha or any regret that dad had left her for a younger and sexier chick. In fact, she avoided any discussion regarding dad or Trisha, but I was sure that envy existed in her mind, which manifested in her fits of rage.

Although I was grateful to mom for having supported our family and my education with her meagre means by toiling day and night and denying herself a lot of worldly pleasures, I avoided her as much as possible. Spending the better part of the day outside, I usually returned for lunch in the afternoon and again late in the evenings. Her irritable nature annoyed me. I found more comfort outside, especially in the company of my girl friend Swapna, than I found at home. Swapna was my true love and gave me solace in my troubled times. 

Things started to look up after I successfully passed out from university and got a well paid job almost immediately. Considering that I was just twenty-one years old and that was my first job, a five figure salary from the start could only be a dream come true. But the job was in a far off city. There was no way I could stay at home and work. I asked mom to move out with me, but she declined. She preferred to stay there, simply because she had been living in that quite, small town for a considerable period of time and liked the place immensely. 

So I decided to move out to my place of posting and leave mom on her own, there. I would send her some money every month and also visit her as and when possible. With just herself to look after, she could also live comfortably with whatever income she had. My remittances would be an additional help. 

We lived on the third floor of a five storey building. There were two flats in each floor of the building. The other flat on our floor belonged to Vipin Bhatia, who had purchased it from its earlier owner a year ago. He owned a small business dealing in chemicals and has an office in the main commercial area of the city. Vipin uncle was nearly the same age as mom, possibly older by a couple of years. He had a huge, hairy body. 

Although much younger than him, Vipin uncle and I were quite friendly. The reason was that he invited me occasionally for drinks in his flat. Apart from food and drinks, there was another attraction in such get togethers. We viewed porn DVDs together, in his house. Of course, mom did not know about this. Any knowledge of such activities would have let loose a torrent of verbal abuses from her. Vipin uncle was a widower. His wife had died in a road accident four months after their marriage. He had not married since. But, he had an exceptionally voracious sex appetite and had sex frequently, with expensive call girls. But by his own confession, he was pretty tired of his peccadilloes and wanted a mature, homely woman to start a relationship of a permanent nature. 

During our many meetings, Vipin uncle invariably inquired about mom. And every time he used to compliment mom, praising her looks. "Hey Sandip, how is Shobhaji? Say namaste (a respectful Indian salutation) to her on my behalf. Saw her going to the market without an umbrella the other day. It is too hot these days. She is such a nice looking lady. Without any protection from the sun's harsh rays, she would only spoil her looks." I had a strong suspicion that he had a crush for mom, which he tried to keep a secret. 

My mom Shobha Banerjee, forty-five years old at that time was nowhere near to any of those pin up models as Vipin uncle made her out to be. She was somewhat on the heavier side with big 28 DD breasts, wide hips and a big broad ass. Her voluptuous breasts sagged just a little under their weight. But they are not drooping. She was pleasantly plump, the type men love to squeeze and cuddle. Mom was short and stood at five feet and three inches. Her complexion was milk white. She had a pretty face with thin arched eyebrows, large eyes with a look of innocence in them and thick, luscious, pouting lips. Her hair was trimmed to shoulder level and dyed in a burgundy shade. She had pearl white teeth and a very sweet smile, though she smiled little and smirked more those days. 

Inspite of her preoccupation about managing the just about adequate finances to run the family, she did care for her looks. Whenever she went out, there was never a hair out of place. In fact from the way she decked herself up, like carefully applying nail polish on the nails of her hands and feet or applying lipstick on her lips or sporting her hair in different styles, it was clear that she was extremely conscious of her looks. She was fashionable in her own way, but her fashion was not expensive. She picked up her cosmetics, clothes, jewellery and fashion accessories at bargain stores and thus did not have to spend a fortune for her looks.

Mom usually dressed in sarees (Indian dress for women comprising of nine yards of cloth to cover the lower part of the body from the waist to the feet, while also covering the breasts and going over the left shoulder) and occasionally in salwars (Indian pants, usually loose fitted and tied at the waist with a cord, usually worn by women). She preferred dresses that highlighted her abundant curves. Semi transparent chiffon sarees, either plain or sequined at the borders were her favourites. She tucked her saree an inch below the navel. It gave a great view of her plump, fleshy, milk white belly. On account of some fat having collected around her middle, there were two distinct folds on either side of her midriff. Her salwars were very tight around her legs and fat thighs. The contours of her hefty thighs and legs became very clear when she wore those tight salwars. 

She mostly wore sleeveless blouses and kameezes (Indian loose shirts, also known as kurtas, full or half sleeved or sleeveless, usually ending above the knee) or kurtis (short kameezes) of matching colours to go with her sarees and salwars. Her sleeveless blouses were very short, tight and skimpy. The straps of the blouses that went around the shoulders were very thin. The fronts of her blouses and kameezes had a deep, plunging neckline. That gave an abundant view of her two white, fleshy milk pots and the deep cleavage. When she moved around, her breasts jumped like a pair of puppies trying to break free from their tight confines. The blouses had very thin strips on her back, just wide enough to conceal the straps of her bra. So, the whole of her back right down to her waist, from where her saree started was practically exposed. 

Her tight, body hugging kameezes and kurtis which had low necks and backs also gave a splendid view of her cleavage and her back. When she walked, her mammoth mammaries bounced and the globes of her large perfectly round, fat ass swayed alluringly. The contours of her large ass became vividly clear when she wore her tight salwars. No wonder, men could not restrain themselves from ogling at her, whenever she went out and stared at her with undisguised lust in their eyes, as far as their sights would go. 

Mom loved to wear ethnic, costume jewellery. Nothing expensive, yet chic. A gold chain, a gold ring, silver anklets and toe rings were the only traditional items of jewellery that she wore. Chains, necklaces and ear studs or ear rings of beads or metals were her favourites. On her right wrist, she wore a single thick bangle, the colour of which usually matched the colour of her saree or kameez, which she was wearing on a particular day. On her left wrist, she sported a leather strapped wrist watch. She wore fashionable high heel slippers and never forgot her faux designer sun glasses when she went out. Thus, mom had an impeccable taste and never appeared outlandish. She looked very sexy, without seemingly making any extra efforts to flaunt her sexiness.

A little extra money and the opportunity to splash some of it on things she loved, brought about a refreshing change in her face and behaviour. Her face lighted up. She smiled more often and her smirk vanished. She hummed a tune from some popular Hindi or Bengali movie song, pampered herself with her beauty enhancing cosmetics and was generally full of warmth and bonhomie. Such instances didn't come frequently though. 

But a money crunch had just the opposite effect. She became depressed and irritable. I tried to avoid her presence at these times, as she screamed at me at the slightest pretext. Sometimes in such situations, she locked herself in her bedroom and drank some booze to calm her jarring nerves. Mom had never tasted alcohol when she was married. Her travails must have made her familiar to the stuff. When she locked herself up in her bedroom, I had some respite from her unreasonable rage. Having got a decent job, I was relieved that our financial crunch and hopefully, mom's depressions were finally over.

One of mom's admirers was, as I have already mentioned, our neighbour, Vipin Bhatia and he never failed to compliment mom's looks. He tried to strike a conversation with mom at every available opportunity, offering any assistance that she might require. Mom was always polite to him. But as she had to handle the household chores all by herself, she could not give him a lot of time. Besides, occupied as she is with the serious thought of having to run our family of two on a shoe string budget, she could hardly accommodate any romantic thought. Also, her self esteem prevented her from accepting any assistance from Vipin uncle, which he was ever ready to offer. 

Vipin uncle occasionally visited our flat and mom served him tea and snacks and talked to him as she worked. Mom usually wore sleeveless, chiffon nighties at home. When her back was turned towards him, Vipin uncle stared at her gorgeous ass with unabashed lust. When in the morning, mom hung the washed clothes on ropes in our rear balcony; he took a peek through his window, trying to catch a glimpse of the exposed portions of mom's boobs from the side, as she raises her arms to hang the clothes on the rope. After a couple of days, I understood how mad Vipin uncle was for mom.

One night, after both mom and I had gone to sleep in our respective bedrooms, the phone in the drawing room started to ring. I was awakened by the sound, but tired as I was, I did not feel like walking to the drawing room to pick up the receiver. A little later, mom came out of her bedroom, lighted the drawing room light and walked towards the phone. Suddenly, I became curious as to who could be calling at the middle of the night. I waited for mom to pick up the receiver. I had an extension of the phone in my bedroom. Sometimes, I chatted with my girl friend Swapna on that phone, after mom had gone to sleep and the house was quiet. I gently picked up the receiver in my room.

"Hello," mom mumbled sleepily.

"Hello, Shobhaji?" an unfamiliar male voice asked.

"Yes. Who are you?" mom answered.

"It doesn't matter as to who I am. You and I know each other very well. I love you very much Shobhaji. Could we meet somewhere and talk? Just give me half an hour on any day convenient to you," there was earnestness in his voice.

"I am not interested," mom slammed the phone down, turned off the drawing room light and began to walk towards her bedroom.

Suddenly, my attention was drawn towards Vipin uncle's bedroom window. Our bedroom windows faced each other and there was a distance of around ten feet between them. His window was open and the curtains drawn aside. A dim, blue light was on. Vipin uncle was standing completely naked and dialing some number on his phone. Our phone rang again. I had no doubt in my mind that it was Vipin uncle, who was making the call. Mom had just reached her bedroom. She returned again to take the call. I picked up the receiver of my extension at the same time.

"Hello Shobhaji. Why did you disconnect the phone?" it was the same male voice. Vipin uncle had covered the mouthpiece with a handkerchief in order to muffle and guise his voice. He was fondling his huge erect cock as he spoke. His bedroom window being very close to mine, I could distinctly hear every word he was saying, even without putting my ear to the receiver.

"Hello, whoever you are. Why are you disturbing a decent woman in the middle of the night? I told you I am not interested. Please leave me in peace," she slammed the phone down again. It started to ring again in an instant. Vipin uncle was persistent. Mom disconnected the phone's cord and left for her bedroom.

Surprisingly, it was not anger for Vipin uncle, but erotic thoughts that entered my mind. I began to fantasise about mom being fucked by Vipin uncle and began to masturbate. In less than a minute I shot a deluge of sperms on my bed sheet. I began to reason with myself that mom had been deprived of sex for a long time and Vipin uncle was fairly obsessed with her. It would be a good idea to unite them so that they could enjoy each other sexually.

The next morning I woke up somewhat late. While I was brushing my teeth, I saw Vipin uncle come out of our building and walk towards his car. "Good morning, Vipin uncle," I exclaimed aloud from our balcony. "Good morning, Sandip," he returned my greeting. "Come to my flat at seven in the evening. A farewell party for you. It is going to be special," he said as he sat in his car. "OK, I will come," I replied.

At seven in the evening, I went to Vipin uncle's flat. He had already arranged two plates of warm tandoori roti (an Indian bread made in clay ovens or tandoors) and steaming chicken curry. There was some salad in another plate. As I sat down on the sofa, Vipin uncle poured Scotch whiskey in two glasses. "Let us start," he said. "Thank you Vipin uncle," I said. We clicked our glasses and said "Cheers".

A little later, Vipin uncle inserted a DVD in the DVD player. "Today, we will watch a Bengali (relating to the state of West Bengal in India or to the country of Bangladesh) porn movie. Bengali women are the hottest women in India. I had sex with a Bengali housewife two years ago. The experience was unforgettable. The DVD rental guy told me that this DVD has a middle aged, horny Bengali mom and her teenage daughter being fucked by two burly Pathans (an ethnic tribe from Afghanistan)," he said.

We watched the movie silently as we ate and drank. Vipin uncle refilled our glasses from time to time. It was really a hot movie. The Pathan hunks fucked the shit out of the horny Bengali mom and her slutty daughter. When the movie ended, Vipin uncle excused himself for a while to go to the toilet. When after five minutes he failed to return, I silently went up to the toilet to check if anything was amiss. The door of the toilet was shut from inside and a muffled noise was coming from there.

I peered through the keyhole to check the source of the noise. What I saw left me dazed. Vipin uncle was standing completely naked. He was madly jacking away his erect black cock which was eleven inches long and five inches in girth. The bulbous tip of his monster cock was dripping with juices. His eyes were closed in ecstasy and he was mumbling, "Shobha, I love you. I love you my darling. I want to fuck your pussy and your ass." Suddenly his facial muscles started to twitch and thick, white cum ejaculated from the tip of his cock in a huge arc to fall on the wall in front of him.

Taking a while to compose himself and put on his shorts, he came out of the bathroom. I had already returned to the drawing room sofa by then. "Sorry, I was a little late," Vipin uncle grinned sheepishly. "Not at all. It has only been ten minutes," I replied. We had already finished our food. A little whiskey was still left in the bottle. Vipin uncle poured all of it equally in our glasses. We lit up cigarettes as we sipped from our glasses. The whiskey had made us a little inebriated and we started discussing various topics, including sexual ones, very freely.

"I am leaving for my job day after tomorrow. I will take the evening bus tomorrow," I said. 

"Yes, unfortunately for me, I will miss a good pal," Vipin uncle replied with a smile. 

"Mom will be all alone from tomorrow," I said pensively. 

"Are you leaving her for me?" he asked with a wicked grin on his face. 

I laughed aloud, "Yes, as our neighbour, you will have to look after her." 

"That I will do even without your reminding me about it," this time he was serious. I was sure that he would utilise my absence to make his advances on mom.

"Sandip, I feel really sorry for your mom. Shobhaji is such a good looking woman. And if you don't mind me saying, she is very sexy too. At her age she should have lots of sex. But alas! Your father divorced such a fine woman. I don't understand what quality he found in that slut Trisha, which did not exist in your mom. Shobhaji has not remarried; neither does she have a boy friend. I understand her reasons for going it alone. She has been extremely dutiful and committed towards the upkeep and well being of her family. But it must be very painful for her to lead a life of abstinence. After you leave, she will be alone even more. No one to talk to her at home," Vipin uncle said slowly and thoughtfully.

"Yes, it will be a problem indeed," I agreed. "Your companionship will be most welcome to her in this situation. Lack of friends, especially male ones, have made her somewhat depressed and irritating in nature. I am sure that you can pull her up from this state of mind." 

"Oh yes, I will give her as much company as possible. Shobhaji is a Bengali woman and from my own experience I can tell you that Bengali women are the hottest women in India. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for her at her age to lead a life, devoid of sex or a male companion. A round of good sex can make a man or woman cheerful. Shobhaji needs a lot of sex to cure her of her depression," he remarked thoughtfully.

I could agree no less. But deep down in my heart I knew that while she had indeed abstained herself from the company of men since her divorce, she was not really devoid of sex. I vividly remembered what had happened one night. Mom had already gone to bed. The door of her bed room was shut, but not locked from inside. I had shut the door of my room and was talking to my girl friend Swapna on the phone. After talking for some time, I put the phone down and prepared to go to bed. Suddenly the noise of a faint moan reached my ears.




Vipin Uncle and Mom



I came out of my room to check from where the sound was coming. It came from the direction of mom's bedroom. I was worried. Was she ill or feeling uncomfortable? I tiptoed my way in the dark and slowly pushed the door slightly to take a peek through the parting. What I saw bewildered me. The room was faintly lit with a blue lamp. Mom was lying on her bed. Her nightie was raised to the level of her stomach and her panty was lying by her side. Her fat, white thighs and the mound of her clean shaven fleshy cunt were clearly visible. She was pushing two fingers in and out of her cunt. With each push of her fingers deep inside her cunt, she thrust her pelvis upwards, moaning, "Aaaah... aaaahhh... oh nooo... ohhh!" I stood transfixed, watching her action. 

Suddenly, the thrust of her fingers became more rapid. Her face contorted with pleasure and she started to thrash her legs around. She was bucking her waist upwards with each quick thrust of her fingers. "Ohhhh nooooo... I am coming... Ohhhhh God... Aaaaaah... Noooo!" she screamed in ecstatic pleasure. With a final thrust of her hips she came into a massive climax and lay on her bed panting.

I left the place immediately and entering my bedroom, shut the door. Throwing my clothes off my body, I started to jack my throbbing, erect cock and ended up in one of the biggest climaxes in my life. I knew for sure that mom might not have had a boy friend, but she definitely fulfilled her sexual needs through masturbation. I accepted that as quite natural, though. Every human being had his or her own sexual needs and it was only natural that they should fulfill it.

"By the way, Sandip, I need someone at office to process the orders. Bansal is the only employee I have there. He specialises in accounts, but looks after everything. He is growing old and can not handle too much pressure. So, I have plans to let old Bansal look after the accounts only and appoint someone to process orders," Vipin uncle said, breaking into my chain of thoughts.

"Oh! I see," I remarked.

"How about Shobhaji taking up the job? She has worked before in different companies and has some experience. When you leave, she would be all alone with nothing much to do. Rather than watching TV throughout the day and getting bored, it would be far better for her if she is engaged in a job. I will pay her seven thousand rupees per month. She would go to office and return home in my car and will have a day off on Sundays every week. Besides, she is free to leave the job anytime, if she does not like it," Vipin uncle suggested.

The offer looked very attractive to me. Never in her life had mom earned seven thousand rupees from any job, let alone free transportation. The money would add to her kitty and she could buy more things she fancied from her salary. "It is a genuinely good offer. I will talk to mom about it. I think she will accept it. Thanks for the offer anyway, Vipin uncle. I will meet you tomorrow and let you know about her decision. Good night," I said and left.

"Good night Sandip. Try to convince her to accept the offer. She will not find many like this one. I am making this offer just because Shobhaji is my neighbour and you are my friend," he added.

"I will," I said and went to our flat. It was ten at night. Mom was awake and opened the door for me. She smelt the distinct odour of alcohol coming from my mouth and remarked with a smile, "Had a great party I see." 

"Oh yes, the party was great," I replied and then drew her into a discussion about Vipin uncle's offer.

Hearing the whole of it very attentively, she said incredulously, "It sounds unbelievable. Are you sure he means it? I don't have much professional qualifications. Just a university degree and some basic knowledge of computers."

After I was able to convince her that the offer was genuine, she readily agreed to accept it. I told her that we would talk to Vipin uncle the next morning and went to bed. I talked to Swapna for a while on the phone and she promised to meet me at the bus terminus the next evening. 

The next morning, I woke up late because of the previous night's drinking binge. It was eight already. I had to pack my things as I was leaving in the evening to join my new job. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Mom was already awake, preparing breakfast in the kitchen. A cup of hot tea and a few biscuits were already placed on the dining table for me. Suddenly the door bell rang. Mom opened the door.

"Hello Shobhaji! Good morning." It was Vipin uncle.

"Good morning Vipinji. Please come inside," mom said with a warm smile. "Please sit down. Let me bring you some tea."

"Thanks Shobhaji," Vipin uncle said as he sat on the sofa and turned over the pages of that morning's newspaper.

Mom brought a cup of steaming hot tea and some biscuits and placed it on a table near him. "Thought, I should inquire what time Sandip is leaving. I can take him to the bus terminus in my car." 

"Oh thank you Vipinji. That would be so kind of you. By the way, why don't you join us for breakfast? I am preparing aloo parathas (an Indian delicacy prepared by stuffing boiled potato paste in dough, flattening it with a rolling pin and finally frying it in oil) and sabzi (Indian curry made with different vegetables) for breakfast," mom said with an enchanting smile.

"It is me, who should thank you for your gracious invitation Shobhaji and not the other way round. And please don't thank me for small things. As your neighbour, I consider it my duty to reach Sandip to the bus terminus," Vipin uncle said extremely gentlemanly.

His gaze followed mom as she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She has a dynamite ass, which swayed tantalizingly as she walked towards the kitchen, leaving Vipin uncle totally fascinated. The aroma of aloo parathas being fried, filled our nostrils. Mom served the aloo parathas and sabzi prepared with cauliflower and potatoes on three plates and asked Vipin uncle to join us at the dining table. 

We sat in the shape of a U around the dining table. I sat at one end. Mom and Vipin uncle sat on either side facing each other. Vipin uncle was using every opportunity to gaze at mom's boobs. The black bra that mom was wearing was faintly visible through her sheer, pink nightie. That had riveted all of his attention. 

Munching on a small piece of paratha with some sabzi, he asked mom, "Shobhaji, did Sandip tell you anything about a job in my company?"

"Oh yes, he did say about the job last night," mom replied.

"OK. Did he tell you, that I personally want you to take up that job?" he asked.

"Yes, he told me that too," mom replied, a bit hesitant.

"So, what is your decision?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Honestly, it is too good an offer to refuse, Vipinji. But I have never worked in a job that pays so much. I was wondering as to whether I could do justice to your fabulous offer," mom replied.

"Oh Shobhaji, you have nothing to worry about that. All you have to do is to tell the rates of the different products, to the customers who come or call on the phone. If they order something, you have to take it down and send the order information to me and to Bansal. Bansal will take care of the payment from the customer and I will look after the supply. Everything is there on the computer. You have to check it once or twice and it will be easy for you. Besides, Bansal will help you too. It is really simple. I am sure you can do it easily. You have to work from nine in the morning to six in the evening. There is a lunch break for half an hour at one thirty in the afternoon. The office remains closed on Sundays. You will go to office and return home in my car. You can even leave the job any time you want, if you do not like it," Vipin uncle assured mom.

"OK, I accept the job. Thank you Vipinji. I don't know how to thank you for your help," mom said with a big smile on her face.

"It is my pleasure, Shobhaji. Please join from tomorrow, if that is no problem," Vipin uncle was visibly elated.

Mom checked up mentally and then said, "I have no problem. I can start from tomorrow."

"OK, I will call you at eight thirty tomorrow morning. Please get ready by that time," he said leaving nothing to chance. Mom nodded her head affirmatively and said, "Yes, I will be ready by then."

Until then, Vipin uncle had been talking to mom only. I was sitting, silently listening to their conversation. Turning towards me he asked, "Sandip, what time does your bus leave?" "It starts at five thirty in the evening," I replied. "I will call you at five in the evening. Shobhaji must surely be accompanying you to the bus terminus. Both of you get ready by then. I have some urgent work to do. So I must leave now. Bye Sandip. Bye Shobhaji," so saying, Vipin uncle left.

He called us punctually at the appointed time. Mom came out first. She was dressed in a light pink saree and a very short and skimpy sleeveless blouse of the same colour. Not only the blouse, the colour of her lipstick and nail polish, the necklace of beads and her bangle, her bag and high heel slippers were all of the same light pink colour. Vipin uncle could not bat his eyelids for a moment as he gazed at mom in open admiration. "Wow Shobhaji! You look gorgeous," he exclaimed.

"Thank you Vipinji," mom replied, smiling shyly.

I had two large bags containing my clothes and other essentials, which Vipin uncle put into the boot of the car. I sat next to him in the front seat while mom sat at the back. On reaching the bus terminus, I purchased a window side ticket. The bus was waiting. So I put my luggage inside and checked my seat. Coming down, I saw Swapna coming towards the bus, waving at me. I took her aside, where there was no one. We hugged each other tightly and kissed each other's lips. I promised that I would come as early as possible. I knew Swapna was everything in my life. I could not live without her. One day she would be my wife. If there was any pain in leaving this place, it was more for the sake of Swapna than for my mom, whose irritating behaviour in the recent past had got on my nerves and created an invisible wall between us.

We held each other's hands and talked. From the corner of my eye I could see Vipin uncle and mom talking animatedly. I could not hear what they were talking about, from that distance. But mom was laughing at some joke that he had cracked. A moment later he held her hand and led her to a refreshment stall. They sat at a table on the lawn under the shade of a garden umbrella. The waiter placed two glasses of cola on their table, which they started to sip. 

A few minutes later, the same waiter came to us with two glasses of cola on a tray. Vipin uncle had obviously sent it. We took our glasses and sipped as we talked. Suddenly the driver started the engine and blew the horn a few times. We finished our glasses in a gulp and came towards the bus. Mom and Vipin uncle had left their seats too and started to walk towards the bus. I hugged mom, Vipin uncle and Swapna individually and boarded the bus. As it left, I waved at them from the window till I lost sight of them. 

The bus reached the place of my posting at ten thirty in the night. It had made only one stop midway for the passengers to refresh themselves. The company had sent a car to pick me up. I reached my quarter and unlocked the door with the key that the driver of the car gave me. The quarter was fully furnished. I came out briefly to have my dinner and to call mom, Vipin uncle and Swapna, informing them that I had reached safely.

The next morning I joined office. My colleagues were very cooperative and helpful. The work was not too heavy. I was enjoying my job from day one. I called mom and Swapna everyday and Vipin uncle occasionally. Like me, mom was enjoying her new job too. Swapna was missing me very much. Vipin uncle was missing me too. All three wanted to know when I would be coming. As the company had entrusted me with an important assignment which required urgent completion, I was not sure when I could return home for a brief visit. Consequently I could not give them a certain date, but only told that I would call before my visit.

I worked diligently on my assignment and completed it in two weeks. My boss was full of praise for me. "If it had been anybody else, it would have taken at least a month," he remarked. He checked the draft carefully. There were no mistakes at all. I stayed quite late in my office to prepare the final copy. After everything was completed to his satisfaction, my boss said, "Sandip, why don't you leave office early tomorrow? You can take the afternoon bus to go home. You have Sunday off plus three public holidays on Saturday, Monday and Tuesday. You can enjoy four days at home." I thanked him profusely for allowing to leave early, the next day.

I went to my cabin in the office, in order to make calls to inform mom, Swapna and Vipin uncle about my arrival the next day. But suddenly I changed my mind. I wanted to arrive unannounced, thereby giving all of them a pleasant surprise. 

The next day I left office early with my boss' prior permission. Taking the bus that left at one thirty in the afternoon, I reached home just before seven in the evening. It was already dark by then. Mom had not returned from office. Both, Vipin uncle's and our flats were dark. I had spare keys of the flat with me. So I opened the door and entered our flat. After taking a bath and getting refreshed, I went down below and bought a pizza and a bottle of Pepsi. I was very hungry. 

Returning to our flat again, I locked the door from inside. The lock could be opened from either side with the same keys, of which I had one and two were with mom. Turning off the lights I reclined on the sofa and switched on the TV. A soccer match was going on between my favourite team and its main rival. My favourite team was winning five goals to three. I nibbled from my pizza and sipped from the bottle of Pepsi as I watched the game. Mom would get a nice surprise when she opened the door and entered the flat, I thought to myself.

At around half past eight, I heard the sound of a car outside. It was Vipin uncle's red Santro. Mom got out of the car as it came to halt and waited till Sunil uncle had parked it in the parking space in the ground floor of the building. Then both came up in the elevator. I could clearly see both of them from the drawing room window, as they stepped out of the elevator.

Mom looked stunning in a black saree with sequins on it. She was wearing one of the skimpiest blouses of the same colour. It had extremely thin spaghetti straps around the shoulder and a plunging neckline. More than a third of mom's large, white boobs and cleavage were on display. Her back was practically bare except for the thin blouse straps running over shoulder and across her back. 

Mom had the same burgundy shade of hair, but it was trimmed much shorter. She had applied dark chocolate lip gloss and the nail polish was of the same shade too. For a change, she had put on a big, circular, black bindi on her forehead. Her plump, milk white belly with its deep navel and her fair white arms stood out in glorious contrast to her black saree and blouse.

She had a small diamond stud on her nose, which I saw for the first time. From her earlobes, dangled two long ear ornaments made entirely of small, black beads. She wore a thick, long necklace of the same black beads. Each of her wrists were adorned with a bunch of black, glass bangles. Mom had a wrist watch with black leather straps on her left wrist. She wore the same old gold ring on her right finger, while her feet and toes were adorned with silver anklets and toe rings. She wore dainty, black, high heel slippers and carried an expensive, new, shiny, black leather purse in her hand. The woman standing before me was a sex goddess. I stared at mom enchanted. She had obviously splashed her new found money on these fashion items.

Vipin uncle was dressed in a tight fitted, yellow, open necked T shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans. He wore a pair of brown cowboy boots. A thick gold chain hanging around his neck was visible from the open front of his T shirt. On his right wrist he wore a thick gold bracelet and on his left wrist he wore a stainless steel watch with a thick leather strap. He had a large frame and was looking every inch the hunk that he was.

"Shobha, why don't you come to my flat? We have already had our dinner at the Chinese restaurant. So you don't have to cook tonight. Instead of watching those boring, Saas Bahu (mother and daughter-in-law) TV series alone, you can chat with me for a while. Besides you have never come to my flat," he suggested. In a little more than two weeks time, he had started to address mom as Shobha instead of Shobhaji. Indians suffix the word ji to a name while addressing a person as a mark of respect. Omitting the ji could signify that the two are very familiar and close to each other and are on first name terms. There closeness was also apparent as they had started to dine out together.

"Yes Vipinji, it is not a bad idea to spend sometime chatting, although we have chatted for close to an hour while dining at the restaurant," mom replied with a smile.

"Tomorrow is a holiday. The office will remain closed. So there is no hurry to go to bed early. We can chat for a long time without worry. Come on. And, one more thing. Please stop calling me Vipinji. Just call me Vipin. I hate formality. That is why I have stopped addressing you as Shobhaji. We are not only neighbours, we are like friends. Let us not stick to any employer employee relationship, but become friends. Is that OK?" he said.

"OK, I will call you Vipin," mom said smilingly. Together they entered his flat.

I lost sight of both of them after they entered his flat. I was in a dilemma as to whether to call mom from Vipin uncle's flat or to wait for her to return. I finally settled on the latter, as my desire to surprise her was still there. So, I went into my bedroom and lay down on my bed. I had not switched on the lights and so the room was dark. I parted the curtains of the window just a little and some light from outside came into the room. 

Suddenly a little more light entered the room. I turned around to see from where it came. Vipin uncle had put on the light in his bedroom and opened the window to let in some fresh air. The curtains were drawn apart. And everything inside the room was clearly visible. As I have already mentioned, one of the windows of my bedroom directly faced one of the windows of Vipin uncle's bedroom and were just ten feet apart. I could not only see everything in the bedroom clearly, but also distinctly hear every word being spoken. So I peered intently, trying to see what was going on.

Mom had also entered the bedroom and Vipin uncle offered her a chair to seat. He turned on the TV and selected one of mom's favourite channels. A soap was being telecast there. "How about some drinks, Shobha? I know you drink sometimes," he suggested.

"I don't drink normally. I used to occasionally when times were really bad, just to drown my sorrows. I am not addicted to that stuff. Now I don't take it," mom replied.

"Now your problems are over. Sandip has a good job. You are earning too. Your sorrows are definitely over, now that you have a lot of money. How about drinking a little to the good times?" Vipin uncle asked.

"Oh OK. A little would be good. But I don't want to get drunk," mom replied laughing.

"Neither do I," he said and poured Scotch whiskey in two glasses and put some roasted cashew nuts on a plate. They started to sip their whiskey as they munched their cashew nuts. Mom was watching a TV serial intently as she drank slowly. From their faces, it was obvious that they were very relaxed. A young lady in the TV series had just married her beau and they looked very happy. They were decorating their new home and hugging and smooching each other every now and then.




Vipin Uncle and Mom



"I see, you like this soap very much," Vipin uncle interrupted.

"Oh yes, I watch it everyday. Just this one, not all," mom said with a smile.

"You ladies, love to watch these romantic TV series. These are purely emotional stuff, which just make you laugh or weep. Pretty mindless. Nothing sensible in those," Vipin uncle said with a flourish of his hand.

"I agree. But after watching a few episodes, one gets addicted and there is no way to get out. You have to watch every episode," mom replied laughing.

"Aah! So that's it. You are addicted to this thing. But if you love this serial so much, you must also behave like the characters."

"How? Run around trees, singing like the heroine?" mom asked laughing.

"Oh no. That would be stupid. I meant you could have a romantic affair like the heroine. Besides, you are no less attractive than the heroine in that TV series. I am sure you have scores of male admirers. They would love to have a roaring affair with you."

"I am really flattered Vipin. But I don't have an hour glass figure like that heroine. And she must be half my age."

"I am not flattering you Shobha. I am just telling you the truth. In real life, men don't desire skinny models as companions. They prefer fleshy, plump women like you. And as for your age, well I would always go for a middle aged, experienced lady ten times out of ten," Vipin uncle poured more whiskey into the empty glasses.

"Thanks for the compliments Vipin. About what you said, I can only say that it would look extremely foolish if a woman with a grown up son suddenly started a romantic affair. Besides, Sandip would be the target of ridicule from his friends. He might be angry with me," mom said somewhat thoughtfully.

Vipin uncle had found a point to dwell on. "That is all the more reason to have an affair. Sandip is now employed in a far away town. No friend of his would know whether you are having an affair or not from that far. Sandip is hardly likely to return here. Now that he has a good job, he will marry Swapna very soon and settle there permanently. Maybe he will come occasionally to see you, but that is all. He will be having a lot of enjoyment with Swapna there. He would hardly have any time to even think about you. You will be left all alone. And some undesirable elements might try to take advantage of your loneliness by pestering you. But if you have a husband or a reliable boy friend, no one would think of taking advantage of you," Vipin uncle said as he replenished the glasses. 

"I think three is more than sufficient for me," mom said indicating to her whiskey glass. "I am already filling a little dizzy. By the way, you are not far off the point Vipin, when you talked about men disturbing me. Once, I did get a phone call from an anonymous person, disturbing me in the middle of the night"

"Like you, I don't normally drink more than three pegs at a time. That is my limit. So rest assured, I would not insist for more. Take this one very slow and drink it over as long as you can. That way you will enjoy it," Vipin uncle said.

Continuing he said, "You see, I was not wrong when I talked about the disturbances from some bad people. Hope, all that nuisance has stopped. Moreover, I am sure that you do have some physical needs. You are only forty-five years old. You should not overlook those totally and lead a life of abstinence. Because, that will only make you irritable. You must have some man in your life who will fulfill your physical needs and desires and also protect you from people who can cause you harm. Tell me Shobha, am I wrong?"

"No Vipin, actually you are quite right. I used to be quite irritable, though I have changed a lot in recent times. I am not sure whether that was because of my financial problems or due to lack of any male friends. But would any man really be interested in me. I am, as you rightly said, forty-five years old. Most men go for much younger women. I am not very good looking either. I think I am overweight. I definitely know that men love slim women. My ex-husband left me for a younger, slimmer woman. Besides, people would say bad things about me, if I start an affair now." It was clear that mom was not convinced by Vipin uncle.

"Shobha, let us sit on the bed and discuss these things comfortably," Vipin uncle said. Both of them sat on the bed and he took two large pillows and placed them against the head rest. They leaned their backs on the pillows. There was still some whiskey in their glasses, so they took their glasses to bed. The soft mattress and pillows were really comfortable.

Vipin uncle started again. He was quite persuasive. "Shobha, your husband was a fool to leave such a beautiful woman like you. He humiliated your beauty when there are so many men ready to fall in love with you. Women really mature when they are middle aged. Look around and you will see that most of the single women around you have boy friends. Mita, Dipti and Kanika are all divorced and they have boy friends. They are also nearly the same age as you are, maybe a few years older. Nobody minds these things these days."

Mom nodded her head, unsure as to what to say. Vipin uncle moved very close to her body and said, "You look absolutely great tonight. I have never seen a more beautiful woman than you. Your dress and makeup are fantastic. Hope you don't mind my saying this, but you definitely look very sexy."

Mom's cheeks turned red as Vipin uncle said that she looked sexy. With her head slightly bowed, she said, "Vipin, the diamond nose stud and leather purse are gifts from you. So, if I look good, it is due to you. Thank you very much for that."

"Oh no Shobha, you should not thank me. I gifted those to you because you deserved the gifts. You worked really hard at my office. The gifts are an acknowledgement of your dedicated service. Besides, such things do not look as good on other women as it does on you. I am enchanted with your look tonight," Vipin uncle was gushing.

So he had already started buying expensive gifts for her, I thought. Good work was just an excuse. He was trying to win her heart.

Almost unnoticed, he had placed one of his hands on her thigh and the other around her shoulder. The hand on her thigh was slowly moving up and down. Suddenly, he moved his hands and asked, "Shobha, would you mind if I got out of my T shirt and jeans? It is quite sultry today and I am feeling hotter, probably because of the drink. At home, I normally dress in a pair of shorts only."

"Oh no Vipin, I would not mind at all. It is really hot and I am feeling it too. You can change over to your shorts. You will feel far more comfortable," mom replied.

Vipin uncle got down from the bed and undressed. He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened his jeans and briefs. After that, he put on a pair of dark green shorts. I could see Vipin uncle's bare body from my window. He was a big man, nearly six feet tall, with thick arms and legs. Compared to my plump, petite mom, he was a giant of a man. His broad, hairy, chest and thick hairy arms and legs were in full view. He had a slight paunch around his waist. Vipin uncle had a clean shaven face with a somewhat thick pair of lips and a prominent nose. His hair had thinned a little at the front and was dyed in a brown shade.

"How about watching a film?" he asked mom.

"Not bad, but isn't it getting late?" mom asked.

"Oh Shobha, don't worry about getting late. You don't have to go to work tomorrow."

"OK then. Let us watch a movie."

"We shall watch a Korean movie. It has won many international awards. It was screened at the local film festival. The demand for tickets was so high that I could not get one even in the black market. Later, I purchased the DVD."

Mom nodded her head in agreement. Vipin uncle inserted the DVD into the player, switched off the tube light and switched on a dim blue light. The room was plunged into semi darkness. But, even then everything was clearly visible from my room, as I gazed intently from the window. He switched on the TV with a remote and got into bed, again sitting closely with mom. Vipin uncle and I had together watched the Korean film that he was talking about. It was about the brutal fucking of a beautiful teenage girl from a village by the landlord and his henchmen. The movie was full of steamy scenes, graphically showing the girl being raped. 

As the movie started, Vipin uncle again put his arm around mom's shoulders, while his other hand rested on her thigh. Slowly he started to caress her thighs and pressed them softly. Their bodies were sticking together. The movie was depicting vivid sex scenes. The DVD was obviously uncensored. Suddenly, I noticed Vipin uncle's toes playing with mom's feet and toes. His arm had slid from her shoulder and was now embracing her waist. He started to caress her plump, milk white belly with his palm, sometimes inserting the tip of his index finger inside the hollow of her navel. Mom started to feel a little uneasy at Vipin uncle's overtures. 

At the same time, the erotic movie and his caresses were starting to make their effect on her. She pressed her thighs and rubbed them against each other. She was surely starting to wet and trying hard to conceal any indication of her arousal. 

"Hey Shobha, isn't this a hot movie? I have watched it many times. What can a man with no wife do? He needs some entertainment after all," Vipin uncle said. He already had a massive erection and his dark green shorts were bulging. Mom could not have failed to notice such a prominent bulge.

She said, "Watching films like these isn't always bad. Even doctors agree that it is sometimes necessary to watch these. But Vipin, you can find a nice girl friend or a wife to fulfill your physical needs."

"I have already found my girl friend," Vipin uncle grinned.

"Who? Where?" mom asked with a smile. 

"It is the beautiful lady sitting next to me right now. It is you Shobha. I have desired you from the day I saw you first. I love you Shobha." Vipin uncle embraced mom tightly and looked straight into her eyes. 

Mom couldn't believe what she was hearing. She tried to break free from Vipin uncle's tight embrace. But he held her in a vice like grip. "It would be extremely bad for me if Sandip comes to know about it. He will be very angry," she said in a desperate attempt to come out of his clutches.

"Sandip doesn't care for you. You didn't behave too well with him. Right now he is dreaming of having sex with Swapna. Your husband has left you. Nobody thinks of you. But you spurn the only person who has genuine feelings for you?"

"Vipin, I like you too. I am indebted for what you have done for me. You are a nice man. But would it be proper of you to take me to bed?"

"Of course it would be proper. You have been starved of sex for so many years. Earlier you had many problems. But now the problems have gone. So you can lead your life as you wish. You can have all the sex you really want. And I will give it to you. Don't deny yourself something you really want." Vipin uncle was not prepared to wait any longer. He switched off the TV with his remote. Cupping mom's face with both hands, he locked his lip on hers. Mom was not resisting anymore.

He sucked her luscious lips like a starved animal and began to probe the inner recesses of her mouth with his tongue. Mom was left breathless at the intensity of his kisses. His hands began to unbutton her blouse. It came off her body in no time. There were those voluptuous breasts encased in a black bra. He left the bra stay for the time being and started to open her saree instead. Mom's saree and petticoat came off in no time. There she was, lying only in her black bra and panty in Vipin uncle's arms. He grabbed her viciously, his hands running all over her body, while his warm lips planted warm kisses on her lips, neck, shoulders and ears. "Ohhh... umm... mmm!" mom began to moan softly at his frantic caresses.

Vipin uncle unclasped the strap of mom's bra. The gorgeous, milk white melons sprang from their confinement in all their glory. Sagging just slightly under their weight, the bouncy milk pots held him mesmerized for a moment. There were light brown areolas at their middle and from the centre of the areolas rose two dark brown, erect nipples as big as grapes. Vipin uncle was mad with lust at the sight of those fruits of passion. 

Vipin uncle palmed the boobs and gave them a slight squeeze. He gently caressed the mammoth mammaries and pinched the nipples with his thumb and index finger. "Aaaahhh... mmm!" mom sighed with pleasure. More pleasure was yet to come. Vipin uncle took each nipple by turn between his lips and sucked them hard. He ran his tongue on the nipples and bit them lightly with his teeth. Mom closed her eyes out of the sheer pleasure that Vipin uncle's ministrations were giving her. "Aaaahhh...," she sighed frequently. 

Next, his mouth hovered all over soft, white fleshy belly, hips, thighs, legs and feet, as he planted hot kisses all over her body. He kissed her fat, marble white thighs, licked her navel and her toes and then slowly opened her panty. Turning her over, he grabbed her large, white fat ass with his hands and gave them a hard squeeze. "Ohhh!" a muffled groan escaped her lips. 

Running his tongue through the parting of her ass he stopped a while at her ass hole and inserted his tongue inside it. Mom gasped as if an electric current had passed through her body. "Aaaahhh... ohhh... ohhh no...," she screamed.

He turned her on her back again and let his hand roam on the clean shaven, fleshy mound of mom's cunt. Mom's twat looked like bun which had been sliced through the middle. He inserted his index finger very slowly inside the cunt, which was already wet with her love juices. His fingers started toying with her clitoris. Mom bucked as if she had been electrocuted.

Vipin uncle pulled off his shorts and his huge cock sprang free. It was unlike anything mom had seen in her life. Eleven inches long and five inches in girth, it looked like a raging python. The foreskin was pulled back and the huge, red tip was glistening, as pre-cum dripped from the slit at the middle. His pubic hair was shaved clean and a brown sac containing his large balls hung tantalisingly. There was fear and shock in mom's eyes. 

Getting down from the bed and standing on the floor by the side of the bed, Vipin uncle grabbed mom's face and put the tip of his huge dick in her mouth. The length and girth of the huge dick filled her mouth. "Suck it baby. Suck it Shobha darling. You will love this lolly," Vipin uncle said imploringly. 

Mom sucked the exquisite bulbous tip with her luscious lips and ran her tongue on its parting. "Ohhhh... noooo...," Vipin uncle groaned with sheer pleasure. He grabbed her hair with his hands and thrust his cock down her throat. Mom nearly choked as she was forced to deep throat the massive tool. As his dick moved in and out of her mouth, she gasped. Suddenly, with an animal groan, Vipin uncle sent spurts of thick cum right down her throat. Mom coughed and sputtered as the hot cum hit the insides of her throat. Before drawing it out, he made her lick the last drops of cum on the tip of his dick. 

Having spent himself in mom's mouth, Vipin uncle now clambered on the bed and spread mom's fat, white thighs wide apart with his hands. Bending over, he put his own mouth inside mom's cunt. His expert tongue caressed and played with her delicious pussy. She lifted her heavy hips upwards and shrieked at the heavenly pleasure that Vipin uncle's tongue was giving her. He held her upraised hips with his hands and plunged his tongue even deeper into the depths of her pussy. Mom, in turn responded by raising her hips as far as she could, taking his tongue as deep inside her as possible. She grabbed his hair, pushing his mouth hard against her cunt. Her fat thighs pressed his face. Vipin uncle's tongue play continued for some time. Suddenly, her legs arched and she began to thrust her pussy at his darting tongue. "Aaahhh... ohhh... noooo... suck me hard Vipin... harder... oohhh!" she screamed and spent herself in Vipin uncle's mouth. His tongue licked her pussy dry. Mom was panting heavily after the first proper sexual release she had in many years. 

"Shobha baby, didn't you like it? Having sex after so many years with a real man?" Vipin uncle asked as he lifted his mouth from mom's cunt.

"Yes Vipin, it was unlike anything I have ever experienced. You were simply fantastic," mom replied still panting.

"Honestly speaking, I have never had sex with such a sexy woman like you in my life. This is a totally unforgettable experience. Wait till you take my cock in your pussy. I promise, you will never forget it. We will have masti (fun) right throughout the night," Vipin uncle said as he started to play with her boobs once again. He gave her a long kiss on her lips and guided her hand on his tool which was dangling limply like a sausage.

In mom's warm hands Vipin uncle's cock came back to life in no time. It stood ramrod straight as mom stroked the foreskin. Vipin uncle's finger started to play with mom's cunt again and she began to squirm with pleasure. "OK honey, now spread your legs," he said.

"Vipin, your cock is so large. I am scared to take it in." Mom was clearly afraid and it showed in her eyes. She drew her legs close in an effort to save her cunt from the pounding of Vipin uncle's monster cock.

"Don't be scared, my sexy baby. I will be very tender with you," Vipin uncle assured mom as his strong, thick, hairy hands prised mom's legs apart. Lifting her legs and setting her up in foetal position, he placed the tip of his huge dick at the entrance of mom's cunt and gave it a gentle push. The large, red, gleaming, bulbous tip of the cock immediately disappeared inside her pussy. As he pushed further, it met with some resistance. Its extraordinary girth was obviously too large for the width of mom's passage. Mom screamed, "Vipin, it is hurting me!"

Vipin uncle drew back his cock a bit. Lifting his hips upwards, he gave a huge thrust and rammed the monster cock upto its hilt, right through the depths of mom's velvety pussy. "Ooouuuuhhh...!" The cock seemed to have hit mom's uterus as she shrieked aloud. It seemed as if her eyes would pop out of their sockets. Vipin uncle didn't move for a while, allowing mom to regain her breath. 

When she regained her breath, he started to fuck mom with slow, short strokes of his huge dick. He kissed mom's lips, ears and neck lovingly, while gently squeezing one of her boobs with one hand. Mom seemed to love the short slow strokes of his enormous tool, as she embraced him tightly with her hands and legs.

Gradually, the strokes became longer and faster. With each thrust, Vipin uncle hurled the most abusive slang at her. "Saali randi (bloody whore), I will rip your cunt till it bleeds. I will fuck you throughout the night, my sexy rani (queen)."

"Fuck me Vipin. Kill me with your cock. I am all yours. I have never had such pleasure in my life," mom implored like a bitch in heat.

Vipin uncle was now fucking furiously. Mad with red hot lust, he sunk his teeth in mom's bare flesh and squeezed her boobs very hard, like a wild beast. She was obviously enjoying the pain. As he frenziedly rammed his huge tool with vicious force, mom raised her hips to meet his animal thrust. She moaned deliriously as his massive piston pounded her ripe, meaty pussy. Grunting like an animal, he thrust his enormous dick deep inside her pleasure hole. Their bodies were rising and falling in passionate unison as they drowned in carnal pleasure.

After about twenty minutes lusty fucking, suddenly mom gripped Vipin uncle even tighter with her hands and legs. She dug her nails on his bare back. Her legs arched and her toes curled with uncontrollable pleasure. Her face contorted as she clenched her teeth. Shutting her eyes tight, she screamed, "Oh Vipin, I can't take any more. Fuck me hard Vipin. Harder... yessss... kill me. Ohhhh nooo! I love you Vipin. Aaaahhh... nooo...." Her eyes were now dilated, as she was drowned in the throes of passion. Rapidly thrusting her hips at his massive thrusts, she matched Vipin uncle shot for shot. Vipin uncle was screaming too. "I am coming, my baby. I can't hold it any longer. I will fill your cunt with my cum," he grunted. After a few more thrusts Vipin uncle shot a deluge of cum into the depths of mom's pussy, as she too spent herself. The explosive climax left both of them breathless and Vipin uncle rolled down from mom's body.




Vipin Uncle and Mom



It was time to caress each other after the great sex they just had. Petting mom's boobs Vipin uncle said, "Shobha, you are a sex bomb. You can give a man the greatest sexual satisfaction in his life. How long have I waited for this encounter!" 

Mom was running her fingers on his broad, hairy chest and pinching his nipples with her fingers. "Vipin, you are a real stud. Until today I had never known that sex could be so great. This is the first real orgasm in my life. I am grateful to you for what you gave me today," she said lovingly.

"But I am not yet finished yet. There is still something to explore," Vipin uncle said with a smile.

"What?" she asked surprised, arching her eyebrows.

"Baby, you have such a gorgeous ass. It would be sin not to plunder that booty," Vipin uncle replied as his hands squeezed mom's ass. I clearly remembered how lustfully he used to stare at her booty.

"But Vipin, I have never had anal sex before. It would be very painful if your large cock enters my asshole," she appeared terrified at the prospect of Vipin uncle's monster cock ripping her asshole.

"Oh no honey, don't be scared. I will use lubricants and my cock will slide inside your asshole like knife through butter. It would be very easy and I am sure you will enjoy the new experience. But first we should have a glass of whiskey. It will reenergise us," Vipin uncle assured mom.

He poured whiskey in two glasses again and gave one to mom, while he sipped from the other. Caressing mom's fat, white thunder thighs lovingly with his hands and nibbling her earlobes lightly with his teeth as he drank from his glass, he asked, "Shobha baby, how did you like my lund (cock)?"

"It is a monster, Vipin. I never knew that a man could possess such a huge tool. I was so scared when I first saw it. It really hurt when you first rammed it down my throat and then again through my pussy. But after I adjusted myself to its enormous length and girth, I slowly began to like it. Now I really love it," mom cooed into his ear as she held his limp cock in her hand and massaged it gently with her fingers.

"It is all yours, my sexy baby. Let me confess how much I have fallen in love with your boor (cunt). It is like velvet and so tight. Such a joy to fuck. I have never in my life fucked any woman as horny as you are. You are just the woman I have been looking for since ages. Now you are truly mine. I am sure your gaand (ass) will be even more delicious. I can't wait to fuck it," Vipin uncle was all enthusiasm at the prospect of ripping mom's gorgeous ass.

"I am all yours now, Vipin. Anal sex will be a totally new experience for me. But first, promise me you will not hurt me," mom implored.

"I promise you it will be totally joyful experience for both of us. Don't worry a bit," Vipin uncle assured her. Keeping the empty whiskey glasses on a table, he brought out a bottle of fragrant body oil and a tube of lubricant from the chest. Pouring the body oil liberally from the bottle on his palm, he turned mom over and applied it on her fat, white ass. Mom's ass gleamed brightly as the oil was massaged liberally all over it. After a long massage which mom enjoyed greatly, he squeezed a handful from the tube of lubricants and massaged it gently along the entire length and girth of the stiffly erect giant cock. The cock was gleaming and it seemed that it had been made of varnished wood. Next he put a nozzle on the mouth of the tube and positioned it in the crack of mom's ass, squeezing from the tube all along the crack. 

After that, Vipin uncle parted the ass cheeks wide apart with his hands and located mom's tiny asshole. He inserted the nozzle of the tube containing the lubricant and nearly emptied the contents of the tube. The abundance of lubricants must have caused a tickling sensation inside mom's anal passage, because mom began to squirm as the lubricant made its way inside. She was now all ready to be taken from the rear.

"Come on baby. We are ready now. Be a doggy," Vipin uncle said.

"Vipin, I am still scared. Don't hurt me please."

"I will not, I promise. Now be a good girl." He positioned mom at the edge of the bed. Her ass was raised in line with Vipin uncle's stiff cock. The erect monster swayed up and down, as if eager to spear the mouth watering booty in front. Standing on the floor, Vipin uncle spread mom's ass cheeks wide open with one hand and with the other positioned his huge dick at the entrance of mom's asshole. A gentle nudge with his hips and the large, red bulbous tip of the cock vanished inside her ass hole. "Ouch!" mom squealed in pain like a pig. 

But Vipin uncle was unrelenting as he continued to push his monster cock steadily inside mom's asshole. He disregarded her screams of pain and single-mindedly continued to drill mom's fabulous fat ass. His cock met its first resistance at her sphincter. Vipin uncle pulled his cock all the way back, with just the tip nestling inside mom's anal passage. He fingered mom's clitoris in order to divert her attention from her anal invasion. Mom was moaning at his caressing of her clitoris. Holding her shoulder firmly with one hand, he steadied her and then with a huge thrust of his hips, drove the huge dick into the innermost recesses of her asshole.

"Oooooohhhh! Vipiiinnn! You will kill meeeee...," mom screamed so loud that it seemed that her rump had been ripped in two.

"Easy baby. Take it easy," Vipin uncle put her at ease with slow, short thrusts. Continuing with his fingering of her clitoris, he built up a steady rhythm with his anal thrusts. Mom settled into the rhythm pretty quickly, swaying and grinding her hips to his steady fucking. She was squealing like a pig and made Vipin uncle mad with lust. He slapped mom's butt quite a few times, so hard, that they turned red at the stinging slaps. "Aaahhh!" mom cried out at the sharp slaps on her ass. But, as Vipin uncle tickled her clitoris, she began to moan like bitch in heat. Mom was slowly starting to enjoy the pounding of her ass by Vipin uncle's giant cock. Gradually discovering the joys of anal sex mom whimpered, "Aaaahhh... ooohhh... its great Vipin... push harder... ooohhh!"

Suddenly the intensity of his thrusts increased. Vipin uncle was not only pounding harder, but faster as well. With each thrust he let out a loud grunt. Mom who was by now thoroughly enjoying her ass being humped moved her ass back and forth to meet his challenge with equal vigour. 

"Aaarrrghh... aaahhh... come on my randi!" suddenly, a loud animal grunt escaped his lips. Vipin uncle rammed his rod hard for one last time and sent his hot cum shooting into mom's anal passage. His tickling of mom's clitoris sent her to yet another earth shattering orgasm, the third that night. Having been starved of sex for five long years, three climaxes in one night was a bit too much for the middle aged lady. She collapsed into a heap, breathing heavily. 

The passions of both mom and Vipin uncle slowly subsided after the nearly night long sex. I looked at the clock in my bedroom. It was nearly four in the morning. Vipin uncle took mom's head tenderly in the crook of his arm and murmured, "Shobha, stay the night with me. Go home in the morning." Mom put her arm on his broad, hairy chest and quickly fell asleep.

Till then I had been so engrossed at the carnal exhibition that I had forgotten all about myself. My shorts were wet from the juice that had dripped from my cock. The cock was tumescent. It seemed that it would explode into bits any second. I went to the toilet. The cock was so charged up that a couple of strokes were sufficient to release the pent up desire within me. The cum flew from the tip of my cock in a huge arc. Returning to my room, I dressed up and packed my bag. The first rays of the sun were just visible. I came out of our flat, locked it from outside and stealthily left the building, as if I had never arrived. I went to a nearby park from where I could watch our flat. At around seven in the morning, mom left Vipin uncle's flat and entered our flat. Her hair and clothes were totally dishevelled and her eyes red and puffy from the night's exertion.

Waiting for half an hour more, I returned to our flat. I was about to ring the door bell, when the sound of running water came to my ears. My ears also caught mom humming a tune from a blockbuster Hindi movie. She was obviously more refreshed than tired from Vipin uncle's all night fucking. Vipin uncle had been right when he had said that a round of good sex cured all mental depressions. 

When I rang the door bell, she opened the door without asking who it was. Seeing me, she was plainly surprised. "Sandip my boy, its you!" she exclaimed. "Why didn't you call me in advance, you silly kid?" she hugged me tight as she asked. She had changed over to one of her chiffon nighties and was washing the clothes that she had worn the previous night.

"Wanted to give you a nice surprise mom," I said with a big smile. I was sure that it was not me, but someone else that she was expecting when she opened the door. "You look tired. Didn't you have a good sleep?" I asked.

She stammered for just a while, unsure as to how to explain her tired looks and then said, "I was watching a recently released hit Hindi movie on the TV. It ended well past midnight. Go to your room and freshen up. I will make you a cup of tea soon."

"OK mom. But you should not stay awake so late. It is bad for your health," I said and went into my bedroom. Suddenly, the aroma of aloo parathas being fried, wafted from the kitchen. "Preparing an early breakfast I see. Any programme for today's morning, mom?" I asked.

"No Sandip. No programme. Actually, your Vipin uncle is coming for breakfast. He likes my aloo parathas very much. So I have invited him," mom explained. We asked about each other as we sat down for tea. Mom talked about her job and how good an employer and neighbour Vipin uncle was. She was all praise for him, but she carefully omitted the news of her affair with Vipin uncle. I told about my office, my colleagues and my job.

Having finished her tea, mom went to the kitchen to prepare the sabzi to go with the aloo parathas. Suddenly, Vipin uncle entered the room. Mom had surely forgotten to lock the main entrance from inside. He appeared puffy and exhausted too. He peered around, obviously trying to locate mom. Suddenly seeing me, he exclaimed, "Hey Sandip! Its you! I can't believe my eyes man. Why didn't you call me? I could have fetched you from the bus terminus."

"Sandip wanted to surprise us," mom said with a laugh from the kitchen.

"Oh! I see. I am indeed surprised. But, let me check what's cooking. Your mom has invited me for breakfast," he said and went into the kitchen. Standing behind mom, he put a hand on her shoulder. I immediately concealed myself and strained my ears to hear anything they might say.

"Shobha, are you coming today?" Vipin uncle said in a hushed tone.

"Yes, I will, Vipin. As Sandip is at home, I can't say when I will be able to come. Don't leave your flat. I will find some convenient time to come to your flat. But one thing Vipin, no anal today," mom replied in equally hushed tones.

"No no, I will only fuck your pussy today," he assured mom smilingly.

"OK. Go and sit at the table now. I am bringing the breakfast," mom nudged Vipin uncle out of the kitchen.

As Vipin uncle came and sat down, I too quickly came from my place of hiding and sat at the table. I was glad that mom had at last found a true mate who really loved her, could satisfy her sexually and was also an able support for her. Most importantly, Vipin uncle and mom truly loved each other. Mom brought the plates full of warm aloo parathas and sabzi. We chatted merrily as we had a hearty breakfast. I could now leave her here and stay at my place of work. She had found her true man at last and I was truly relieved and happy. I could now think of a happy life for myself with Swapna.

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Author's note to readers: The story had been originally posted and approved under the title "Mom Finds Happiness At Last". But due to an inadvertent error, it was wrongly classified under the "Incest/Taboo" category. It must be clear to the readers of this story, that it does not involve incest. In fact two readers, who must have expected the story to be about incest from the original title and classification, were disappointed and gave unfavourable comments. I do not blame them for that. But a rectification was necessary. Hence the title of the story has been changed to "Vipin Uncle And Mom" and the classification changed to "Mature". The story remains unchanged. Hope readers will enjoy reading the story.