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Winning

By: readcarefully



My husband is a very visual and extremely erotic. Most husbands are. My husband is also quietly competitive.

Losing is definitely not his thing. 

For years he's been sending me naughty photos. Sometimes it's just an immature dick pic taken after he gets out of the shower - freshly shaven - with a note: clean enough to eat off. Sometimes it's an artsy collection that probably took him 30 minutes to orchestrate - candles and roses with only a silhouette of his manhood waiting for me to get home. 

Every now and again I get a shot of my lips wrapped around his dick or my legs stepping into his favorite heels. At first I was worried about his photos finding their way onto the internet, but he was always careful to crop out any distinctive body parts and he keeps the photos locked away. He showed me one day so I would be comfortable with him having our homemade porn collection, but I'd seen enough of his work to know that I could deny anything that got away. Plus, it turned me on knowing that he had a stash of "we" porn. 

Most of the time he'd email me the shot of his dick dripping over my nipples, but I've learned to keep my phone facedown in meetings for fear of our clients being shocked by one of his texts of my favorite vibrator. My business partner, Shar, thought I was having an affair because I was so secretive when my phone would vibrate. She caught a glimpse of my pubes on his chin one day while I was showing her the notes from the Hitchcock proposal and she read me the riot act about how wonderful my husband was. So I had to confess it was him. Now she begs to see what's in my Inbox because her husband is "big & boring" in the romance department. I haven't told my husband that Shar has spent more than a few afternoons absent in her office after I've shared one of his texts. Not sure he'd appreciate that fact alone, but he always enjoy how soaked I was when I got home knowing that a grown ass woman was masturbating to my sex life. 

But I had to admit that I always felt guilty with my lack of effort compared to his abundance of filth. He's the creative one, so I assumed my attempts to look sexy would be disappointing. "Effort over execution, boo," he'd encourage before sending me a black & white of his limp dick resting on my phone taken while we were staying at the Hotel Bel Ami six months ago. He was clearly showing off in more ways than one. 

"So what do you send him?" Shar interrupted as I was checking my messages at lunch. 

"Excuse me?" I defensively replied as I looked at my phone as though I was reading an in-depth exposé in the Wall Street Journal app. I'm not sure what that look was supposed to be, but I was quite optimistic I was pulling it off. 

"Bitch, according to that mirror behind you there's a lot of chocolate dripping off of your screen, so you better have a good response before that man starts sharing his goods with someone willing to share back," she stated as though she didn't want to lose her occasional glimpse into my erotic shenanigans. "It's 69, not 6, so you'd better start the reciprocations & appreciations."

I tried to laugh it off. I knew he wasn't about to share our 'art' projects with any one else - though I got a little wet at the notion of us watching some lonely girl in Alaska rubbing one out as she watched me giving him the fastest handjob in the west. He told me countless times that other women didn't interest him in that regard. Sure, he'd look a woman up & down, but in the end he was always just for me. And I believe him. 

But she was right. And I was competitive. I needed to let him know that I cared AND I could destroy him at his own game. So Shar and I came up with Operation Blown Away. OBA for short. We had a couple of drinks in us and she was already loud enough. At one point she sexually assaulted our waiter, but she only wanted to find out the best camera angles for some rated X positions. We mapped out an agenda, synched our calendars, and stumbled into the 2PM sun looking for a taxi. 

Also, we never, ever showed our faces in that restaurant ever, ever again. 

For the next three hours before he got home from work, I ran through every illicit video he'd ever liked on our private Pinterest board. We'd started the board as a sexy joke we could share as we travelled, commenting on everyone else's sex tape activities, but never sharing our own. We'd repost anything from lingerie & sex toys to links of couples going at it in the family van. Fortunately for me I rubbed one out early into second video so I could focus on taking notes and eventually ordering sushi delivery. 

The next day I made him his favorite dinner - grilled salmon with a hint of lemon, steamed broccoli, brown rice, and sweet tea - and headed into our back study to set up the stage.

Our studio was an unfinished room because we ran out of furniture and time to decorate. There was an antique couch, framed black & whites of buildings I'd worked on, and an amazing view of the ocean. Probably not a room we spent a lot of time in, but the perfect room for my a few videos. 

I set up the tripod toward the front of the room so the Canon captured the couch and the back window. I made sure the camera was fully charged and took a few sample videos with the remote control to make sure it was ready to film. On the way home I had picked up a new iPad and charging station/speaker. It fit nicely in the corner as I loaded our playlists for background accompaniment. I hit the lights and closed the door just as I heard the garage door open. 

From the moment he entered the kitchen I kept thinking he would sense my excitement and head straight for the studio. But he hadn't been in that room in 6 months, so I was pretty safe. He gave me the usual soft kiss and a smile before we talked about our days at work. We had a quiet dinner and watched a little television before nodding off to sleep. I was almost too excited to sleep, but I had to get some rest if I was going to wake up before him.

At 5AM he woke up, kissed me on the cheek and disappeared into the closet to gear up for his bike ride. I was groggy as usual - not a morning person - but I had 45 minutes after that garage door went down to be ready for him. As always, he'd left as quiet as a mouse because he knows mornings aren't my thing. The door went down and I jumped out of bed. Off went my head wrap & his old Ohio State jersey and on went the matte black nail polish, Agent Provocateur Rosalyn bustier and Prada kitten heels. I was halfway through my cup of caffeinated peach tea when I saw his bike coming up the block. 

I nearly killed myself turning the corner to get into the studio where Miles Davis greeted me. I sat eagerly in my purple bustier on the antique couch while I tried to focus on my morning's email. As soon as as I saw Shar's name and her subject: Wear Him Out, the door started to open. 

Like a kid on Christmas, he surveyed the room to find everything on his list. He tried not to smile, but when he saw the Canon on the tripod he knew I was ready for the big leagues. 

He was already down to his Nike shorts when he entered the room. I'm sure he heard the music from the kitchen and started disrobing then and there.

"Please take a shower," I calmly requested. "I'll be patiently waiting for you to return . . . clean enough to eat off."

He smiled from ear to ear and slowly walked out of the room, waving his hand in front of the camera as he left. He was walking slowly, but he was sprinting in his mind. 

I had read through half of my morning's emails when he returned to the room, wearing nothing but a towel and that same smile. As if he already read the script he smelled of the new ginger body wash I'd just picked up in Costa Rica. The last time I sucked his dick in the shower I commented on how the ginger made his cum taste incredible. 

As he walked over to me I placed my phone on the couch - face down, of course - and angled him so we were both visible to the camera. I took the towel from his waist and saw his dick was already beginning to thicken. I folded the towel, placed it behind the camera, and then pressed record on the remote control. 

With my hands wrapped around his waist I gave him a quick kiss before dropping to my knees. My hands shifted to grabbing his ass while his dick made every effort to slap me on my cheeks, asking for entry. I soon obliged, one hand on his ass and one on his balls. I began to enthusiastically suck on the head of his dick while I drooled profusely down his shaft. I was making every effort to look seductive for the camera and simultaneously drive him over the edge. Then I remembered the video of the young couple by the pool he'd liked and I lifted my ass in the air so he could watch it sway. 

As I stroked his shaft with my right hand I began to caress the back of his calves with my freshly painted nails. My sucking was audible above the music and his thrusts began to speed up. 

As I felt him hit his rhythm I reached between my thighs and began searching for the orgasm that had been waiting for since his he entered the room. When my fingers reached my pussy, she was already wet with anticipation. Like a genie, she was out in three solid rubs. I was quite shocked at me efficiency. 

My reaction to those vibrations were to shout "Come now!" but all I could manage was an intense hum because his dick was too far down my throat to speak. I pulled back just enough to feel his cum fill my mouth. The first shot was a warning load, but the second and third were heavy. I almost gagged at the weight of it all, but I swallowed every drop. I knew I was on camera and I would be winning, so I took it like a lady. Then I gently stroked his shaft as it began to relax while I smiled for the camera. I hit the pause button on the remote and sprinted out of the room to the shower. First episode, completed!

From there I made that room our play area at least once a week, never letting him dictate when we'd film or what we'd film. I was the executive producer, director, star, stunt woman, gaffer, and fluffer. If I wanted him to fuck me from behind, then he'd fuck me from behind. If I wanted to ride him reverse cowgirl with my pinky in his ass, then yippee yigh yeah. We only had one other unspoken rule: no talking. 

So for months we'd film and I would occasionally leave work early to edit our sessions. I'd securely load them into the iPad with a password. I didn't want him to see the footage until I was done. But I don't think he actually wanted to see our recordings as much as he simply liked to film them. He kept taking his random shower pics of me knowing I had studio quality work brewing. Sometimes he'd jokingly ask when he'd get to see my work and I'd sigh, "When you put in a solid effort." I was a tough director indeed. 

After nearly a year - 48 sessions to be specific - he asked if he could see my handiwork. Of course his request came in the usual form: a dick pic captioned 'show you mine, show me yours'. I had to show Shar even though she was sitting with one of our most crotchety clients. "Yes," she flatly responded while looking at my phone as the client curiously watched our interaction. "His counter seems quite aggressive, so you should definitely put your proposal on the table." It was all I could do to not erupt with laughter until I safely returned to my office. 

That evening when I came into the kitchen, I smelled baked chicken and greens. I knew he was showing off now. 

We had a quiet meal, talked about our days and did the dishes. 

"Let's watch a movie," I quietly offered as he wiped down the island. 

"Sounds good," he replied. 

We planted ourselves on the living room couch in front of the 65" Samsung and I pulled the secured iPad from the coffee table. "Don't look at my password or I'll cut you!" I half-joked. 

"1463," he said without pausing. It was our first apartment address in Chicago. He knew. Fuck.

"Did..." I started to shout. 

"Ain't nobody look at your freak show so calm down and play the damn thing," he cut me off. 

I knew he didn't, but I had to let him know who was in charge. Sort of. 

I settled back into his chest and pressed play on the iPad connected to the television. My hand was innocently resting on his lap. 

The intro music made him smile as the title slowly appeared on the screen: Winning. He chuckled and got comfortable.

The scene opens with me walking down a sidewalk at night. "So here we are at Secrets in DC," I say as I'm walking through the pink leather double doors of the best strip club in the DMV. "That's ummm nice ummm I guess," I motioned as the camera zooms in on what appears to be quite a bit of man captured in a shiny blue sling. Three ecxited women are throwing money at it's massive direction. 

His eyes were glued to the screen as he watched me walk to the back of the club to the VIP room. He wasn't sure if he was about to watch me dance or get a lap dance, but he was hooked for sure. 

"Okay ladies! Focus, please!" I shouted at the 7 well dressed women being entertained by a pair of very muscular pieces of chocolate. "Camera?" I could be overheard asking as the screen was filled with overly eager hands fondling every inch of these poor men's bodies. 

"Here I come! Here I come!" came Shar's voice as the camera panned over toward me sitting with three ladies on a black leather sofa. 

I heard another chuckle when he figured out it was Shar's voice, but he was too focused to ask me any questions. He simply kept watching. 

"Ladies, thank you for helping me out today. I know we just met, but I'm entrusting you with my happiness and my future so be honest," I explain while I try to keep the camera focused on the four of us on the couch and not the young man's thigh on the guests' shoulders. 

"We got you, girl," the lady in blue rings in. "Show us what you working with!"

I pull the iPad from my Balenciaga and type the password. In unison their eyes all get big and they start screaming. 

"You go girl!" shouts the fair-skinned sister in jeans. "Ride him right!"

"Can't fall off that dick if you tried," joked the women in the gold blouse. They all bursted in laughter while I simply grinned. 

By now my husband knew what they were watching on the iPad. I wasn't sure if he'd be okay with it, but his eyes barely blinked. I terribly wanted to ask him until my innocent hand began get the sign from between his legs. 

So we quietly watched together. 

"Not-Gloria, you gotta throw those breasts at him no matter how good that dick feels," said yellow dress while I tilted iPad so everyone could see. We jokingly told our commentators that our names were definitely not Gloria or Eric and they ran with it. "My ex-husband, Not-Asshole, knew he had me but he couldn't see my face because he was wearing these nipple shades," she explained gripping her heaving bossom. 

The ladies were constantly chiming in with tips and suggestions while I stayed straight face. "Never occurred to me that I could do that with a watermelon & a cookie sheet. Good to know."

It didn't take long for the strippers to dive into the conversation. "I love it when my girl does that!" came an enthusiastic cheer accompanied by high fives and a pound. 

"You know I'm stealing that move," blue dress snaps in. 

For 15 minutes this wonderful mix of ladies and gents offered their advice on what we were doing right as well as opportunities to increase our pleasure. They were always positive and tremendously appreciative of how vulnerable I made our relationship. Though at no point during the videos could you recognize our faces - my camera work and editing skills were top notch - they said I was brave for showing up to the club with this much entertainment. I grinned from ear to ear as each stripper in our committee spoke of how much my husband should appreciate such a wonderful wife, while every lady argued "that man must worship you already for you to go through this with us. This must be your appreciation!"

During these last few comments his erection was gone, but he was still glued to the television. "So..." I begged with my eyes hoping he liked it. There was still some commentary in the background, but he'd gotten the idea. 

"You are amazing," he answered as he pulled me eye to eye. "I am speechless."

I hugged him like I'd never hugged him before, nearly squeezing the life out of him. I was kicking the couch as though we had one the 7th game of the NBA Finals. I screamed in his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath me. 

"I win!" I finally explained in a normal tone once I'd calmed a little. 

"Ohhhhh, is that what this is about?" he laughed. "You think one little night of tawdry sex talk is better than my naked ass in The Museum of Natural History?" he fought back knowing he was losing his argument. "Okay, okay. Maybe we're even, but..."

"Ladies... and gentlemen, we greatly appreciate your time and kind words this evening," my voice interrupted from the surround sound speakers. "But we have a few more folks to meet. Y'all take care."

"Houston, here we come!" Shar shouts right before the credits begin to roll. 

"Excuse me!?" is what his eyebrows questioned. "You went to Houston, too?"

I turned off the television and grabbed his hand as I lead him up to our bedroom. "Let's work on some of those tips we just learned Not-Eric."

"Where else did you go?" he asked as I undid his built while I sat on our bed. His face was a question mark, but the comma in his boxers was turning into an exclamation point. 

"Well, after Houston..." I pondered as I freed his dick from his underwear. "Let's see: Seattle, St Louis, Miami," I pushed him onto our bed and straddled him. "Chicago, Cleveland, DC, again," I continued as I now had my pussy hovering above his shocked face. "Salt Lake City, Rio, Honolulu," I added as I lowered my pussy onto his mouth and my lips onto his dick. It was so hard I was afraid to fuck it, but my pussy was now filled with his tongue so I couldn't focus on the remainder of the tour cities work had let Shar & I travel. 

His tongue was working my clit like he was getting paid overtime. I was so overcome by his enthusiasm that I didn't taste his precum until it was too late. We both came hard and slumped to the bed. My hair was a mess. 

"You definitely win," he admitted after we'd rested for a couple of minutes. 

"I know," I grinned with my sticky curls rested against his stomach. "Plus, I had no idea you had an Aunt in Philadelphia. Small world, huh?"

Winning a Massage



Geoff walked into the dimly lit waiting room. His eyes took a few moments to adjust from the bright lights of outside making the room seem even darker than it was. A soft fragrance of scented candles filled the air along with light, relaxing music. Even if he did know where he was he would have known it was a massage therapy front office. Everything seemed designed to sooth and relax the patient. 

Geoff felt himself relaxing even as he signed in and sat in the waiting area. He was about ten minutes early. He was glad that he was not late considering the distance he had driven to get here. As he thought about it, it seemed silly to drive forty five miles to get a massage. But he had won a drawing and a free massage was a free massage even if it was far away. 

Geoff was waiting patiently when he heard the therapist come up to the counter. She was average in just about every way. She was short and slightly over weight with brown hair and green eyes. She was pleasant looking but certainly not striking. Yet she had a kindness in her eyes that he had seen in just about everyone in her profession. 

"Geoff?" she asked. 

Geoff nodded. 

"I'm Sharon" she replied. "If you'll follow me you can get ready while I finish up with my last patient and close the door. You're my last customer today so I will go ahead and close up while you get ready."

Geoff did not feel the need to say anything as he followed her back to the furthest room on the left. It was lit only by a small candle in the corner. In the room was a large table covered with sheets. It had a circular pillow attached to the table that was obviously meant to lay face down on. 

"Go ahead and get undressed" Sharon said "Then lie face down and make yourself comfortable. I will be back in a few moments. I'll knock first to see if you are ready."

Geoff murmured "thanks" and waited for her to close the door. Then he quickly undressed and took off his rings, watch and glasses before lying down on the table. 

Geoff felt himself relax while he waited. The soft music and soothing scents lulled him almost to sleep when he heard a soft knock on the door. 

"Yes" he called out as Sharon slipped into the door. 

She greeted him again, asked if he was comfortable and inquired if he had any injuries or trouble areas she should be aware of. G explained his lower back had been hurting and stiff but was otherwise in good health. Soon the room was silent and G relinquished himself into Sharon's expert hands. 

Sharon worked her way from Geoff's neck and shoulders down his body. She expertly found each knot and worked it out before moving on. When she came to his lower back Sharon commented on how warm a spot was. She could tell it must be painful. 

Sharon slowly worked on Geoff's lower back. Her hands gradually worked the tenseness out before moving on to his gluteus. She chased the knots and tense muscles down to the backs of his thighs where they stopped. She worked on the backs of his thighs for a long while before moving down to his thighs. 

Geoff was in heaven. His lower back felt a lot better and he tried not to think too much about how he enjoyed having his thighs and butt massaged. It was an effort to think about other things so as not to become embarrassed when asked to turn over. 

Soon that was not too much of a worry as she began to work on his feet when he got a cramp. Sharon felt the cramp happen and worked it out immediately. Geoff was impressed by how quickly she got it but the issue of how to think about something else was now moot. 

Sharon finished with Geoff's feet and asked him to turn over. She held up the sheet covering him and he quickly rolled over and slid down the table. Geoff noticed the table felt a little different as Sharon lined up his legs on it. She pushed the sheet up exposing his legs but leaving him still covered. Then she flipped a catch on the table and moved his legs apart. Geoff was surprised by the movement of his legs as he had not noticed the table was split. 

Sharon now had great access to work on the front and sides of his calves and thighs. It was suddenly too late for G to think about something else as she worked her way up past his knee. Her hands working the muscles of his inner thigh from an angle between his legs made him aroused quickly and furiously. Geoff was glad the sheet was bunched up in such a way over his groin that it was not very obvious he was completely erect under it. 

Sharon finished one leg and went to move the sheet back to cover his other leg. During the process the sheet slid away from his grin and he popped completely out. Geoff blushed bright red and stammered out "I'm sorry..."

Sharon replied quickly "Don't be embarrassed I am glad you are so relaxed. That is a perfectly normal reaction. I find that most of the men who first experience this table have that happen. It certainly does not bother me. The only problem I have is trying to keep the sheet covering you when the legs are split."

Geoff replied "Well the cat's out of the bag so to speak, so if you want to forget the sheet, it's ok with me."

"I'm glad you asked" Sharon said, "I have to leave it on unless you specifically give me permission." 

Sharon folded the sheet and put it under the table then resumed work on Geoff's thighs. He quickly became used to the idea of not being covered and relaxed somewhat while she worked on his other leg. Sharon's work on his leg moved up to the inner thigh again and this time he just enjoyed the feeling. 

Geoff almost moaned aloud when her hand brushed his now throbbing cock but he pretended nothing happened. Sharon worked the sides of his hip and up his side. Then she repositioned herself to finish the massage from the side of the table working on his stomach and pectorals. Finally she finished his neck and face. 

Geoff relaxed again and was almost asleep as she completed his face massage. 

Sharon whispered "I'd like to try something that might help your lower back if you are interested." 

Geoff murmured "OK". 

Sharon explained "I'm going to strap your ankles to the table then give you straps for your wrists to pull on. This should act like traction to stretch your spine and remove some of the pressure from your lower back. Then I will slide a heat pack under you and finally massage it again to really loosen that area up." 

Sharon quickly put two Velcro straps around his ankles then slipped similar ones on his wrists for him to pull. The she urged him to pull softly until he could feel the pressure release. Geoff nodded indicating that he felt the pressure subside a lot and Sharon tightened the straps on his wrists. 

"Now you don't have to pull" she said, "I have just the right tension. When I get it warmed up and loosened again we can tighten the pressure some more if you want."

Geoff just nodded as Sharon reached under him and slid a hot pack. Then she massages his lower back. Geoff felt the tension and pain leave completely after just a few minutes and told Sharon so. 

"Good" Sharon said. "Let's leave it at this tension for a few minutes while I heat up another heating pad. Then we can see how you are doing. Just relax, if you can, I will be back in a few minutes."

Geoff did as he was told and relaxed. The lack of pain in his lower back was surprising. He did not realize how much he had grown accustomed to it. The lack of pressure made him smile and quickly forget the unusual position he was in. 

Geoff heard Sharon open the door. She did not say anything but he soon felt her hands sliding lightly over his upper body. Something felt different. He opened his eyes and it was not Sharon at all. It was Lynn. His internet chat buddy and long time flirting partner was there standing beside him in the dimly lit room. Her smile was sensuous. She wore a dark corset that pushed her breasts up and spilled her nipples out of it. 

Lynn did not say a word as Geoff gasped and tried to sit upright. But he was effectively bound in the traction straps and could not move. Lynn traced her fingers lightly over his body. Her nails brushed his nipples and tweaked them playfully. The she slipped them lightly down his stomach and his hip to his thighs. 

She lightly stroked his thighs and smiled as he immediately was fully erect again. She continued teasing his inner thighs while watching each stroke cause him to throb in excitement. She loved the effect she was having on him. While Geoff was too stunned and turned on to even speak. 

Lynn slid her hands down his legs to his feet and using the latch Sharon had used split the bed to spread his legs apart still bound to each piece. Then she stepped between his legs and spent several moments stroking his inner thighs lightly with her nails. Each stroke made him throb in excitement. She reveled over the ability to move him without touching it like a puppet master and a string. Except the only string was his desire. 

Lynn reached beneath the table and flicked another latch with an audible "CLICK" resounding in the nearly silent room. She lifted his leg and he could year a ratchet sound as she positioned it bent at the knee and pushed upward exactly like the position of stirrups in an OB/GYN office. When she made the same motion with the other leg Geoff realized that this was just like the birthing table at the hospital. Both of his legs were now bent comfortable and somewhat obscenely spread apart and in the air. He wondered briefly if it dropped away like a birthing table. Soon he had his answer. 

Lynn smiled at her accomplishment then reached beneath him for another latch. Geoff heard the latch then felt a portion of the table drop from beneath his bottom. He was now suspended by his legs with the edge of the table halfway up his butt. He was completely exposed and vulnerable. 

Lynn reached under the table and came up with a bottle of oil. She poured the almost hot liquid all over his thighs, cock and balls. The warmth spread down his ass and pooled beneath him. Then she began to spread it slowly up and down his thighs. She rubbed it into his legs and then slid down to his ass. She kneaded his cheeks with the oil and slid it up his crack to coat the sensitive spot beneath his balls. Then she cupped them too in the warm oil as Geoff moaned in pleasure. 

Lynn gathered the oils onto her hands and coated her hand with it before sliding even more on his ass. Then she touched his puckered opening. Geoff knew what was going to happen and no one had ever done that before. Yet somehow he wanted it. Bound as he was it would happen whether he wanted it or not. 

Lynn's finger slid inside him so easily it surprised him. Geoff moaned again as the unfamiliar penetration went deeper inside him. Geoff's cock throbbed with excitement as Lynn's finger probed inside him. She reached deeper until she found the spot. 

When L's finger touched Geoff's prostate he moaned loudly with pleasure. Pre cum flowed like a river out of his cock as it throbbed with excitement. Lynn grinned like a Cheshire cat watching the effect she had on him. 

She rubbed her free hand into the pool of oil beneath him then slid it up cupping his balls before sliding her hand up and grasping his throbbing rod. She slid her hand up his shaft until she reached the tip then twirled it with her hand. 

He was moaning almost uncontrollably now. She could see and feel how excited he was. She slid her hand back down his shaft while simultaneously bending over him and flicking her tongue across the tip of his cock. 

Lynn played her tongue across the opening of Geoff's cock then licked all around the head. She savored the flavor of the massage oil combined with the musky flavor of his copious precum. Then she opened her mouth and took him deeply inside. 

Lynn sucked him hard into her mouth while rubbing his prostate with her finger and sliding her other hand up and down his shaft. Geoff thrashed against his bonds in pleasure. He had never felt anything so intense in his live. He could feel the unstoppable orgasm building like fire deep within him. It started from her finger rubbing his prostate and rushed up into his balls before sliding up his shaft. 

L felt G's balls tighten just before his cock got rock hard in her mouth. Hot cum filled her mouth as she swallowed to keep from gagging. Geoff shot cum three or four times in hard spasms filling her mouth in spite of her efforts. She swallowed a last swallow then wiped the drip from her chin as she looked up at Geoff. 

"My turn" she said with a gleeful grin. 

Lynn climbed up on the table and straddled Geoff's head. Geoff was treated to a view that filled him with lust as he looked up Lynn's long legs and saw the tiny wet patch of cloth barely covering her hairless lips. He watched as L slowly slid the thong down her legs revealing her glistening lips. Then she knelt down above his face and lowered herself onto his mouth. 

Geoff was in heaven. Her wet lips literally dripped with her excitement. Her taste was musky and honey sweet. He licked all the wetness from them then drove his tongue inside of her to search for more. Lynn spent several minutes just enjoying Geoff's expert tongue as it drove her passion higher and higher. But he was too good. She needed to distract him. 

Lynn leaned forward onto her elbows while Geoff continued to drive her wild with his tongue. She slid her hands along his hips and gathered the excess oil that had pooled there. But before she could continue, Geoff's tongue found her clit. She had no choice but to ride out the orgasm that came rushing up from deep inside her. She came hard and fast pouring more wetness onto Geoff's face. Geoff moved away from her clit to lick up the fresh juices from her lips. 

That gave Lynn the opportunity to continue her plan. She gathered the oil in her hands and spread it across his groin. She slid her hands across his balls and up the shaft of his cock. It was already starting to get hard again. She planned to complete that process. She bent down and licked the head with light little flicks of her tongue. 

Geoff stopped licking Lynn's lips when her tongue hit his all too sensitive cock. He gasped in pleasure. It took several moments for him to go back to licking her. He was definitely distracted. He needed to distract her again. G did the only thing he could; he slid his tongue down to her clit and began licking it fast and furious. 

Lynn moaned in pleasure but instead of pulling away from Geoff's cock she took it deep into her mouth. She continued moaning with him in her mouth as she quickly came again. Lynn's moaning on Geoff's cock while cumming on his face brought him back to rock hard in a few seconds. 

Lynn could not wait a moment longer. She jumped up off of Geoff's face turned around and sat on his hard throbbing cock. She was so wet from cumming that he slid in easily in spite of the tight fit. His cock was much thicker than she had imagined. It stretched her to the point it almost hurt. Lynn rocked back and forth on his cock and looked at his face. 

Geoff was smiling at her in relaxed contentment and control. Having cum so recently he was not as frantic or out of control as L felt he should be. After all this was about her control over him. She decided the last surprise needed to be revealed. She slowly unlaced her corset while Geoff watched. Lynn let the corset fall away revealing her naked body to Geoff while she caught the last secret that had been hidden in the back. 

It was a small wand about the size and shape of a crooked finger with a handle on the end. Geoff was too busy staring at her naked breasts to have seen it as she leaned back giving him a better view. This position also allowed her to hide the wand behind her and coat it with oil pooled on the table. 

Once it was suitably slick she quickly slid it between his legs under he and into his exposed opening. It slid in quickly causing a gasp of surprise and pleasure from Geoff. Lynn pushed it all the way in and let it sit there while she continued to rock on him. She began to ride him harder in and out causing him to forget the recent intrusion in his ass and focus on the incredible feeling of sliding in and out of her hot, tight vagina. 

Lynn was getting close to cumming again and Geoff looked like he could go for days. She rode him harder and faster until she came with a torrent of liquid and squeezed his cock hard inside her. Geoff smiled watching her cum. After she recovered Lynn reached back and turned on the wand handle now sticking out of Geoff's ass. The vibrator hummed to life and hummed right on Geoff's prostate. 

Geoff quickly lost that look of control and the vibrations stimulated him deep inside. He began to throb and get even harder inside of Lynn. She smiled and began to squeeze him with her vaginal muscles. Years of Kegel exercises came to play as she squeezed and milked his cock with her well developed muscles. 

Geoff groaned aloud as he felt himself loosing control again. This time the orgasm began so deep inside he could hardly keep from yelling at its intensity. It slowly built from deep within and rose up to his balls as Lynn continued to milk him with her extraordinary muscle control. 

Geoff began to moan aloud as his balls tightened; his cock throbbed harder and became rock hard before it began to spew its hot load of cum deep inside Lynn. The sensation caused another orgasm to wash over Lynn. Her moans of pleasure joined Geoff's until at last he collapsed in spasms. She reached behind him and turned off the wand before falling onto his chest in a heap of pleasure.



Winning Alex



Chapter 1: Meeting Alex

I wasn't much to look at when I first got into school, I was average size, if not a little small, I wore glasses, and I loved computers. From the time I was little I loved computers. I never really cared that many people didn't like me, I didn't need many friends, I had no siblings so I had learned long ago how to get along alone. Once I hit high school I guess you could say I sold out. I got contacts, dropped computers, at least publicly, and started working out. I don't really know why I did it, I just eventually got tired of being my only friend.

I really didn't want to start going up to people like the loner looking for a handout. Instead I got my body the way I had always wanted, I never liked being small, and I dropped the one thing I loved that kept people away. I figured if I at least looked approachable, I might get maybe a friend or two, not to mention, I had always wanted to work out. There is something about fitness that I like, and I hated never being able to lift much as the small kid.

I ditched the glasses because they were annoying mainly, and once we could afford contacts I jumped on it. By the end of sophomore year I was running every day, and working out at the gym 3-4 times a week. My parents loved it, my mom said I was 

"becoming a nice looking young man"

My dad did that awkward patting my back when he wanted to hug me, telling me, "your becoming a real man, I'm proud of you."

It was unnerving. 

It didn't take long for people to notice me. I worked in the field outside our house with my dad, and recently hadn't minded taking my shirt off so I've got a pretty nice tan. It actually started when I had got to the point I could bench 200, and my legs were so toned nothing even moved when I walked. 

"Hey, Alex, you got a minute?"

Jacob Horn from my biology class was flagging me down. I had to fight not to look behind me and make sure I was the one he was talking to as I walked over, a small frown on my face.

My voice had dropped long ago, a little deeper than most people's, so I sort of sounded growly if I didn't watch it. 

"Hey Jacob what's up?" I said, trying to keep my voice neutral.

Jacob was one of the star athletes we had at my high school, not as big as the quarterback but damn good anyway.

"Hey, the guys been talking, you wanna hang out with us after school?"

I smiled, I knew it was going to happen eventually, but football players just weren't the kind of friends I really wanted.

"Sorry man, got plans. Thanks though."

Almost every jock in my school was an asshole, and the only reason they would want me to hang with them was either as a joke, or because they wanted something. I wasn't a jock, I wasn't an asshole, we didn't have much in common. Jacob looked surprised, not many people turned them down, but he shrugged, 

"Alright man cool." He said, clapping my shoulder lightly as he walked away.

A couple months later I was a pretty all around guy, I had friends in just about every group there was. I was friends with some of the jocks, Jacob included, a few of the Goths, though there were only so many I could take, I even had band geek friends.  

The girls started when I hit junior year. I would get a wink from a girl at the lockers, a blown kiss from the football cheerleaders when I was running the track, stuff like that. I started questioning my own sexuality when it didn't do anything for me. Girls eventually got the hint I wasn't a first move kind of guy, or that's what they chalked it up to, and came at me. I got propositioned almost every Friday, but I always found a way to blow it off. Emily Peirce however, wasn't quite as slow as the others and one day she walked up to me at my locker and asked me a question that rocked my world.

"Alex are you gay?" 

I gaped at her, my mouth opening and closing like a fish, 

"What? Why would you ask that?"

She smiled a knowing smile, leaning close, 

"Heres a hint, most straight guys don't ask why, they just automatically say no."

I blushed like an apple and after that day she became my best friend.

It took a while before I fully admitted to myself that I liked guys. I knew I wasn't girly, not in any way. I was romantic, I was a softy at heart, and I wasn't aggressive, but I wasn't really the girly type. Emily said there doesn't have to be a guy and girl persona in every gay relationship, there is just usually one who is more brute and one who is more romantic. Sometimes there both one or both the other. One night we were having one of our ritual movie nights when she asked, 

"So what do you think your type is?"

I was startled, I hadn't really thought about it until now. 

"I don't know Em. I haven't really given it much thought."

She laughed, sitting up straighter on the couch to give me her full attention, yay. 

"Ok well are you like a Vin Diesel type, or a Orlando Bloom type?"

I laughed, I couldn't help,

"Is there no middle ground between a muscle man and a pirate?"

She laughed, "Come on Al try."

I sighed, Emily was damn stubborn when she wanted to be. 

 "Well I don't want a girly guy. I don't want someone rippling with muscles, but I want someone stronger than me, I know that." 

 She raised her eyebrows and I blushed a little, 

"I'm not into like pain and torture and shit, but I like a little dominance, and it'd be cool if he wanted to hold me down or something." 

I felt silly but Emily smiled like a chestier cat, 

"Ok, blonde, brunette, raven beauty? Blue eyes, green, brown? Tall or short, jock or drama major?" 

I think I just stared at her for two minutes,

"What is this a profile or something, you setting me up?"

She had that gleam in her eye I had begun to hate and I set my jaw, 

"No Em, absolutely not."

She sighed dramatically and sunk into the couch again now that I had ruined her plan.

"fine...Ill wait till after graduation but then I have to at least try you know me."

I sighed, "Fine, ill figure out a way out of it then. To answer your interrogation though, hair isn't a factor, neither is eyes, tall, not a jock, like at least not one of the asshole ones, but not a twink, couldn't deal with that."

She had a calculating look in her eye I didn't like at all but she nodded, leaving it at that. 

College was going to be an interesting experience, I knew that. Emily and I were going to the same university down state, only about two hours from our hometown, and I knew she would keep her promise to set me up. It didn't take long.

"Were going out come on." 

Emily said as soon as I opened my dorm room door. I had no roommate, though I'm not sure how I got blessed with that, so she had no problem coming in while I got dressed.

"I don't really want to go out Em." I said, though I started pulling on clothes anyway cause she doesn't take no for an answer most days. 

Today was no different.

"We've been here three weeks and haven't done shit. Your coming. We're going to that club downtown with James and Dillion."

I groaned to myself. James and Dillion were our newest friends, they were gay, and flaunted it like it was no one's business. They were both twinks, like Emily said could happen. I liked them well enough, but you can only be called boyfriend in that high pitch voice so many times before it gets old.

I shook my head as she literally bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, impatient. We arrived at the ridiculously packed bar about 9:30. We found the twinks, which was my nickname for them that they liked, and got a table near the back of the dance floor.

"We're out!" The twinks said, going to dance.

I looked at Em but she shook her head, "Go shake what your momma gave you honey." 

I had never danced before in a place like this, let alone danced alone but I decided to give it a try. I was a good dancer, I knew that and before long someone's hands wrapped around my waist. 

"Looking good handsome." A deep voice purred in my ear.

I turned in the man's big arms and looked at him. He was a good head taller than me, probably between 6'3 and 6'4 and his arms were massive. He had brown hair, and green eyes, and the whitest smile I had seen in a while.

He was cocky though, he held himself like he knew he had the body of a God, his lips curved in a knowing smile like he knew I wanted to jump him. The calculating look in his eyes as they roamed over my body was enough for me. I pulled away from him, making him frown a bit and said,

"No thanks. You're not really my type."

He was exactly my type, except he looked like he slept around a lot, used people a lot. I wasn't into that. 

"What? Are you serious?" He looked shocked, like he hadn't been turned down in a while and he probably hadn't.

"Yea, I'm serious" I said, turning away from him.

His hand landed on my shoulder and I sighed in annoyance, 

"What do you mean I'm not your type, you were undressing me with your eyes not five seconds ago."

I looked him in the eyes, knowing my gaze was intense and said, 

"How many guys have you fucked this week?" 

His face closed down instantly and I nodded,

"You got everything I'm looking for man, don't get me wrong. I just don't do users." 

I knew the comment probably stung, the way his eyes darkened, but I just walked away.

I hated guys like that, I really did. They used you and left and I didn't want a guy like that. I sat back down with Em and she looked at me, eyebrows poised, 

"Don't Em. Just wasn't my type."

She heard the annoyance in my voice and just nodded, for once not asking. The twinks rushed over to me, James gripping my arm like a lifeline, 

"Are you in-fucking-sane?" He yelled over the music and I frowned at him, glancing at Em who shrugged. I looked back at him,

"Not that I'm aware of why?" He gaped at me like I told him D&G was going out of business.

"That was Mike Donovan, Alex!!"He screamed. 

I just looked at him, noticing Em sat up straighter at the name. I was definitely missing something. I looked back at the big man who was still watching me occasionally, trying to place his face and failing, finally asking, "Who is Mike Donovan?" 

I asked, because I wasn't just going to sit there and it was obvious I was the only one who didn't know. Dillion grabbed James before the kid passed out and said, 

"Mike owns this club Alex. He owns 4 clubs in this city alone, he even has one in Las Vegas! He's only 24 and he's made the biggest name for himself than anyone around here has in decades. Everyone wants to be his best friend, everyone wants in his bed, and you just turned him away like he was a horny college student with an ego complex!" 

I shook off Dillion's hand, irritated,

"He's a user, people are nothing to him, he calculates you as soon as he sees you to see how much you are worth his time, how good you will be for him. I don't like guys like that man I just don't." 

James was in control of his senses now and shook his head at me, 

"Alex, boyfriend, people who sleep with Mike suddenly get better raises, more job offers, hell even if it's just more friends they get something. He doesn't choose just anybody to take home." I stood up, beyond frustrated, 

"Your right he picks someone that might do something worth his while, takes him home, fucks him senseless and never looks his way again. Doing favors like that makes him feel better about it, but still makes him nothing but a rich ass player."

I grabbed my jacket, told Em bye and headed for the door.

A man in a black suit stopped me as I got passed the bar, just glided in front of my path, making me bump into him a little. I shook my head, trying to get passed him, sighing in aggravation when he didn't move.

"What?" I growled at him, letting me voice slip.

His lips quirked in amusement as he looked down at me from his towering height. He was taller than Mike Donovan, clearly meant as a bodyguard for the fabulous playboy. 

"The boss would like a minute of your time, if you will." 

His voice was thick with an accent, and clearly expressed he didn't expect an argument. I threw my hands up, fed up with this shit, 

"What is this the mafia? He owns clubs, jeez, chill with the Godfather accent. No I don't want to talk to your boss. If you'll move, I'll make sure I never grace the doors of this fine establishment again."

The man was surprised, something you can tell didn't happen to him too often, but he moved after a minute of silent contemplation. I stormed out of the club, shaking my head at the nonsense over a club owner. 

I held to my word, I didn't go back to Mike Donovan's club. Two weeks later, he came to me. 

I was sitting in my dorm, catching up on some biology homework when a heavy knock sounded on my door. I didn't know who it would be, Em was in class and the twinks were at some carnival in town. Opening the door I had to fight not to sigh in annoyance as Mike Donovan's green eyes met mine. The big guy was behind him and people all over my corridor were looking at him like he was a movie star. 

"Did I leave something at your club?" I asked, voice mild.

Mr. Donovan looked surprised, like he really thought maybe that night was a moment of drunk stupidity and I would jump him as soon as he came in my dorm. 

"Can I come in please Mr. Sharp?" His voice was a deep growl.

I didn't ask how he knew my name, or my dorm number, I just rolled my eyes and moved aside, letting his big body take up the little space I had. He looked huge in my dorm, as he looked around it with disdain. Apparently it didn't quite reach his standards. Surprise surprise. I leaned against my desk as the big guy leaned on the door, his eyes taking in every inch of my space.

"What can I do for you Mr. Donovan?" I asked finally.

The man turned to me, a pleased look on his face,

"So you do know who I am." 

I nodded, " I didn't when I turned you down but some well meaning friends informed me afterward."

He moved closer to me, "Then why didn't you come back?"

I couldn't believe this man. I stood up straight and shook my head, 

"Because what I said was true. I don't like users. I knew you were a user just looking at you, but hearing your reputation just was the icing on the cake." 

Mr. Donovan's eyes darkened, yet again, and he moved ever the more closer, until I could feel his nicely pressed pants brush up against my leg, his chest close to mine. 

"No one turns me down boy. I could be good for you, your personal life, professional life."

I was getting the impression this man really didn't get why I turned him down like I did. He didn't see anything wrong with his lifestyle. 

"I'm not a boy, your only 3 years and some odd months older than me, and I don't want anything you have to offer. I don't do one night stands, and especially not one night stands with benefits. That's called prostitution. Not a hobby I frequent."

He stepped back, face frowning, and I could almost hear the gears working in his mind as he tried to comprehend this. Finally he looked at me, his face no longer passive but plain angry.

"You'll change your mind, I know you will." 

I just nodded, "Ok. We done?"

The big moved like he wanted to hurt me but Mr. Donovan waved him back. 

"Yea were done." He said.

I moved to walk to the door and he caught me off guard, his big hands pushing me against my desk as his lips hit mine. The kiss was all demand and I fought not to move my lips back as my hands pushed uselessly against his arms. He pulled back after a minute, and had me trying to control my breathing as my cock stirred, wanting attention after a kiss like that. 

Mr. Donovan chuckled, "I'll see you soon boy."

Chapter 2: Buying Alex

It wasn't even two days before the first gift arrived. A man literally dressed in a butler's uniform knocked delicately on my door and I frowned, hoping it wasn't tall dark and cocky. I opened it and frowned at the little man in tails smiling passively at me. 

"Mr. Sharp?" He asked, voice pleasant.

I nodded, not knowing how to talk to this man and he handed me a medium sized black box, with my name written in big but elegant letters across the front. He turned and left as I took it, and I didn't think to call him back as I closed the door. Sitting it on my desk I slowly opened it, breath hitching when I saw the sleek black laptop that sat inside. It was beautiful, and I knew it would be top of the line. There was a note on top that was written in that same big elegant handwriting, 

"I noticed yours looked pretty out of date, enjoy. MD" 

I looked at my beaten up laptop that took 10 minutes to turn on and frowned, it wasn't that bad! I didn't even open the sleek black beauty, just put the cover back on and slid it under my bed. The next day the same little butler came, handing me a box with a big expensive Rolex in it, that fit perfectly on my arm. The next day it was a new iPod touch. All of these items went into the box I had gotten labeled, MD, under my bed. I never even opened them. The gifts stopped for a few days, and I hoped he had gotten the picture. 

Em came in on Friday, exhausted and plopped down on my floor, laying her body back against the carpet. Em didn't like beds, and sofas, she would recline on the floor before she ever touched a recliner. She, of course, noticed the box. 

"What's this?"

I looked over and rolled my eyes, 

"A man that can't take no for an answer."

Em frowned, then read the initials. 

"MD? As in Mike Donovan?" 

At my nod she tore impatiently into the box, gasping as she saw what was inside. She picked up the laptop and turned it over, seeing things I hadn't bothered to look at and letting out a low whistle. 

"Why aren't you using any of this stuff? This is incredible." 

I just looked at her, "I can't be bought Em, and it's just proving what he is even more."

She didn't understand, and I knew the twinks wouldn't so I swore her to secrecy before letting her leave. Monday morning she was banging on my door, bright and early. After I opened it, looking like hell warmed over she ran inside.

"You have got to get down to the courtyard, right now." 

She didn't give me much choice so I threw on some jeans and a shirt, matted down my hair and followed her downstairs. Even I stopped and stared at what I saw waiting in the courtyard. A sleek, dark red, Ferrari sat, glimmering like a stolen beauty in a circle of students that was only growing larger. The little butler was standing beside it, and he saw me instantly. 

"Mr. Sharp! Please come over here, I fear I can't hold them off much longer." His voice was calm though, despite the words. 

"You've got to be kidding me." I mumbled as Em pushed me forward. 

I approached the beautiful car like it was a piece of glass, not being able to stop myself from running a hand lovingly down the side. 

"What is this B?" I asked, and the butler frowned at the nickname before regaining his composure.

"A gift from Mr. Donovan, sire, he left a note inside. I hope you are pleased." 

Handing me the keys, the little butler smiled before walking away, and getting into the driver's side of a stretch black limo waiting at the curve. People swarmed instantly.

"Are you fucking Donovan?" and "I've never seen him give a car to anyone" and "Damn you must be good in bed Alex!"

Em placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, 

"We need to get you and it out of here babe, they're not going to back off." 

I sighed in annoyance as my body tightened in anticipation of driving this thing. I got in the driver's door, much to everyone's disappointment and started the car. It purred like a dream when I hit the push start button and I tried not to squeal tires as I put it in gear and drove away, Em in the passenger seat.

I was downtown by 9 that night, pulling the sleek car up to the front entrance, and getting out. The bouncer looked like he wanted to argue but upon noticing who it was, he spoke quickly into a mic on his ear and let me in.




Winning Alex



I went to the big black door that the bodyguard had slid out of the night he had stopped me and knocked on it calmly. The bodyguard opened it with a knowing smile and nodded for me to go upstairs, not saying a word. I walked up the big stone stairs, noticing the velvet walls and into a big open room that looked like a living room with stripper poles and more couches than needed. 

Mr. Donovan sat on one of the couches, two men cuddled next to his side. He sat up when he saw me, a broad smile on his face.

"Knew the car would get ya," he said in that cocky voice of his.

Tossing him the keys to the beautiful car was harder than I thought it would be, but I did, and he caught them on instinct, frowning.

"The laptop, watch and iPod are in the trunk, haven't touched them. Thanks for the car, it rides great."

I turned and he stood up, angry, "Wait a damn second!" He yelled. 

I would have kept going but the bodyguard was doing his job, standing calmly in front of the door. I glared at him and he smiled. I turned back to Mr. Donovan's frowning face. 

"What the hell do you want kid, a boat? That is a damn expensive car!"

I was fed up. I walked up to him fast, stood on my tip toes and dragged his head to mine, kissing him like he was the last lifeline. He was shocked but he responded, trying to take control of the kiss but I didn't let him. I pulled away and his head instinctively followed me, wanting more. 

"That is passion. That is fire. My fire. It can't be bought Mr. Donovan. Not by a computer, an iPod or a car. Not even a boat. I'm not some trick off the street, I'm not someone looking to fuck my way up to the top. You have nothing I want besides your body. You don't know what a relationship is, and I don't know nor do I want to know, how to just be a fucktoy. Sorry." I moved back, and he just stared at me, his lips swollen a little from my demanding kiss that still had my body on fire. He didn't say anything, just waved his hand so the bodyguard would move. I turned and smiled nicely at the big man. 

"Thanks fluffy." I said, and he frowned.

I walked out the door and hailed a cab to take me back to the dorm. Em was in my room an hour later and just sat there as I told her what happened. 

Chapter 3: Loving Alex

"You just kissed him? Mike Donovan?" She sounded amazed.

I nodded and she sighed wistfully, "I hate that I missed it."

I laughed, leaning my head on her shoulder, "Your silly." 

Later the following week a boy about my age walked up, I think he might have been in my Psych class but I wasn't sure.

"Hey Alex. You got plans tonight?" I was surprised, I didn't even really know this guy's name. I looked at him, letting my eyes travel his body. It was a nice. He had dirty blonde hair, that he spiked most of the time, blue eyes, and a very light tan. He was big, about my size maybe a little bigger, and stood only a few inches taller than me.

"Uh, no. Why what's up?"

The boy laughed, clapping my shoulder, and letting his hand slowly trail down my arm.

"Nothings up man, just wanted to ask you out. You know. On a date." 

I raised my eyebrows at that, I hadn't even known he was gay. Damn it what was his name!

"Oh, yea man sure, what do you want to do?"

He smiled like a kid at Christmas. "There's this club called Edge, downtown. Figured dancing was the best way to get hot and sweaty on a first date." 

I got the joke and laughed, smiling at him. I liked this guy, wasn't exactly what I wanted but I liked him either way. He told me he'd pick me up around 8:30 and we could go. I went to my dorm and found Em already in my room. She stayed at my room more than hers because she didn't like her roommate. I was practically dancing when I came in the room, I was so happy. I had a date! 

Em's raised an eyebrow at me, "What's up skippy?"

I laughed and plopped down on the bed with her, "I got a date." I said with a smug smile. She raised up so fast I expected her to hit her head on the rail. 

"Oh my God no way! Who is it? Where are you going? Oh I'm so happy!"

I laughed, standing up to get ready, it was already 5:30, and I needed to shower and clean up this damn room. 

"Some guy from our Psych class, I can't for the life of me remember his name. Hopefully it'll come back before the date." 

She pondered for a second before saying, "Brad Tolbet?" 

His name click instantly and I sighed in relief, "There we go, thanks Em."

I told her the juicy details and she helped me pick out clothes. When I told her where we were going her eyes flickered with unease, but when I asked about it she said it was nothing. I was ready by the time Brad knocked on my door, and Em was giggling like a little girl.

Brad had a nice little Mazda, black, and he drove like a street racer, weaving in and out of cars, having me holding onto my seat with white knuckles. We finally pulled up at the club, and I barely glanced at it, so intent on Brad. If I had, I might have noticed the sign, and what was on it. Brad opened my door and I raised a brow, smiling. 

"There are gentlemen in the world." I said with a grin and he smiled back, taking my hand in his as he led us to the door.

"You look great tonight Alex, you really do." 

I blushed like a teenager, "So do you Brad. The blue shirt does wonders for your eyes."

He grinned, pleased and walked us into the club. I didn't notice the bouncer speak into his mic, I didn't pay attention to anything. Not even a familiar velvet black door to the right of the bar. We started dancing instantly, and Brad proved to be a damn good dancer. He had his hands around my waist, his body pressed tight to me and I was getting really hot and bothered, reaching back to turn his head to mine.

As soon as our lips met, and I had closed my eyes, he was yanked away. I fell on my ass with him not there to lean on and looked up as my oh so favorite bodyguard dragged him kicking and screaming out of the club. A strong hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me to my feet and steering me forward. I fought him every step of the way, but I had nothing on Mike Donovan. He opened the black door I finally noticed and drug me up the stairs. There were no strippers or cuddly men this time. 

As we stepped into a room much like the one at his other club he pushed me, making me stumble onto his couch. I stood up in fury and looked at him, standing by the door glaring at me. 

"What the fuck is your problem man! I'm not your god damn property! Where is Brad? Where did Fluffy take him? This is bullshit!" 

Mike didn't say anything, just waited for me to stop yelling. 

"What the hell were you thinking bringing that kid into my club Alex? You really think I'm just gonna sit there after making it very damn obvious I wanted you. Your fucking with the wrong guy Alex, if you wanted me jealous you got your wish." 

I stared at him in shock, "This is your club?"

His eyes narrowed, searching my face for the lie before he sighed, his body relaxing a little, and moving to sit on the couch I just left. 

"So this wasn't a ploy to get me jealous?" 

I just looked at him, "Why would I want to get you jealous Mr. Donovan?"

His eyes rolled up to mine, "Can you please call me by my first name? Please?" 

I sat down next to him, "Ok, why would I want to make you jealous Mike?" 

He leaned back, propping himself up on a few pillows, 

"I don't know Alex, you don't want me, so I was trying to figure that out myself."

Oh man his ego was shot to hell. I sighed, and scooted back until I was sitting Indian style looking at him. 

"Where are all your little bunnies, last I was here there was at least two over here, and a few on the poles right?"

He looked at me, eyes dull, "I haven't had them since you left, I haven't had anybody since you left." 

I knew the shock showed on my face by the way his eyes tightened. 

"Why not?" 

He shrugged, "I don't know, can't seem to get hard for anyone anymore. I blame you."

I laughed, "What did I do?" 

He leaned up, reaching out to stroke his fingers down my cheek, smiling a little when I didn't stop him.

"You showed me I don't want a fucktoy."

My eyes widened and he moved closer, pressing his lips to my neck, and slowly working up, kissing my jaw, my cheek and finally my lips. I moaned at the taste of him, kissing him back as he dominated my mouth. He took the moan for encouragement that it was and wrapped his big hands around my waist, pulling me and flipping me over until I was under him. 

He looked down at me with lustful eyes, roaming them over my body before leaning down and nipping my ear lobe, whispering, 

"Your fucking gorgeous you know that."

I laughed, running my hands through his hair, "Not so bad yourself Mike." 

I could tell he liked the sound of his name on my lips as his body relaxed a little against mine and he smiled. His hands dug into my hips and I groaned, making his eyes darken a little. 

"You like a little dominance Alex?" He asked, his voice dropping to a growl. 

I moaned in response as he moved his body hard against mine. He smiled a happy smile and reached down to grab my wrists, bringing them above my head and holding them with one strong hand. He squeezed a little, just enough to let me feel the pressure and my eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. He pulled back a little and I growled a little. He laughed, 

"You like this shirt a lot Alex?" 

I frowned at the question but shook my head,

"It's not a favorite why?" 

I barely finished the question before his hands released my wrists and grabbed my shirt, ripping it down the middle. I bit my lip to hold back a scream as a shiver of lust raised along my skin. I thrust my hips at him and he smiled, pushing them back down. He unbuttoned my pants, pulling them off my long legs with my boxers. I was naked underneath him and I didn't care, I just wanted him to touch me. There was something incredibly sexy about him being fully clothed with me naked, it was just hot. 

Leaning down he whispered in my ear, "Do you want me Alex?" 

I moaned and reached my head up, now that he had my hands again, and sucked his earlobe into my mouth. Mike shuddered against me, letting out a low groan as his jean clad cock grinded against me. 

He started kissing down my body, nibbling my nipples, making me gasp, and running his tongue around my belly button, dipping it inside teasingly. He ran his nails down my arms, letting my wrists go, because we both knew I wasn't going to move, and I whispered his name. He leaned down, running his tongue along the inside of my thighs teasingly, before nipping lightly at my balls, making me jump with surprise and pleasure. Then he took my cock into his mouth and I lost all brain functioning. I just felt. 

His talented tongue danced around the head of my cock, running under it along the thick vein there. it took maybe 5 minutes of his hot wet mouth on my cock before I was pushing against his face frantically. 

"I'm gonna cum, Mike, oh my god I'm gonna cum." 

I expected him to move, Mike didn't seem like the type to swallow but he didn't, he sucked harder, reaching down to run a finger, wet from my pre-cum along my tight hole. That was the ticket for me, and I came on a scream, thrusting deep into his mouth. Mike drank me down like I was wine at the last supper, not letting any slip out of his mouth and I collapsed back onto the couch, breathing heavy. Mike smiled,

"You taste good Alex." I shivered at his deep, deep voice and bit my lip, looking at him in anticipation. 

Mike slowly stripped, letting me appreciate the show, and I had to fight the urge to jump him and beg him to take me. I didn't however fight the urge to get down in front of him. Mike watched me come towards him like a tiger stalking prey, smiling as I dropped gracefully to my knees. I leaned forward, keeping my eyes on his, looking up past his tight abs.

I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked around the head of his dick. I had never done anything with a guy so this was kinda new to me, but I had read plenty. I slowly slid my mouth over him, loving how big he was even as my body tightened in fear and anticipation.

He had to be 8 inches, maybe more and he wasn't just long he was thick. How that thing was going to get inside me I had no clue, but I wanted it right then more than anything I had ever wanted. 

I purred a little in the back of my throat, feeling the vibrations hit his hard skin and he groaned, 

"Oh shit Alex, don't do that too much, I don't want to cum until I'm in you."

He said is casually, like it was expected which I know to him it was but hearing him say he was going to fuck me just sent me off. I started sucking him like he was the last lollipop in the world, moving up and down fast, then slow, massaging his balls, hard then soft, and humming around him every few minutes, to get his hands to do that frantic thing when they gripped my hair like they wanted to hold on for the ride.

After about ten minutes of my teasing he reluctantly pushed me away, and I pouted like a kid who just his toy taken away. Mike looked down at me with lust filled eyes, 

"On your knees, boy, now."

I bit my lip in excitement and turned around, getting up on my hands and knees. I heard him moving around, assuming he was getting lube and a condom. I wasn't disappointed, as I felt one of his fingers slowly start circling my hole again, only this time it was much wetter. He slid one finger inside of me and I swear we both hissed. 

"Are you a virgin Alex?" He asked, voice a little surprised. 

"Yea. Please don't stop Mike, please." My voice was strained, as his finger was still inside me. 

He didn't. He moved that one finger around inside me and I groaned, pushing back against him. He added another and I tensed a little at the pain, but his other hand running down my hand soothed me, and I relaxed again. After he could do three fingers comfortably I felt him withdraw. My breathing sped up as I got excited, and scared. I felt his dick, already covered in a condom and lube, pressing up against my hole, rubbing it, and I fought not to tense up. 

He pressed inside me, slowly and I bit my lip in pain. It hurt like a bitch but I didn't tell him to stop. He slowly, so slowly, slid inch by inch inside me until I felt his hips against my ass. He sat there for a minute, letting me adjust and when I finally got past the pain, I wiggled a little against him. I heard Mike laugh behind me and he pulled out, pushing back in slowly. I groaned his name and he gasped. 

"So tight. So fucking tight." His voice almost sounded painful. He kept going slow for a few thrusts, but the pain was gone now, and I didn't want slow. It felt amazing and I wanted more. 

"Faster Mike, harder, please, please." I begged him to take me without even meaning to but he took me at my word.

Mikes cock started moving faster and faster in my ass, and he pushed in hard with each thrust. I had regained my hardness as soon as he told me how tight I was, and I heard that delicious strain in his voice, and now I reached down, wrapping my hand around myself as he braced his on my hips. Mike found my prostate, and I literally screamed, not being able to hold it back. He pushed against it with each thrust and it didn't take long before I was coming all over my name, moaning his name. 

He followed me a few minutes later, his thrusts becoming frantic, and deeper. He pushed himself in as deep as he could go and I groaned in pleasure as I felt him coming in his condom. The only thing keeping me from collapsing was his hands around my waist, and I felt him slump a little against my back. He pulled out, slowly, and I shivered, still so sensitive. He threw away the condom and came back with a towel.

He helped clean me up and then he literally scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the back of the room, where I saw a big black bed, probably a king. He laid me down, and curled himself protectively around me, his big arm tight around my waist. I felt his cock, still semi hard against my ass and I smiled, loving how the sheets smelled like him. 

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep, he had satin sheets, and a fluffy comforter, and with the comforting feel of his body wrapped around mine I was out like a light not five minutes later. 

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. My heart sank and I just looked around in shock. I couldn't believe it. I was officially a one night stand. I was about to get up, as tears gathered in my eyes when the door opened. Mike came in with a tray he had gotten from downstairs, luckily they had a cook somewhere in the building, and smiled as he saw me awake. He saw the look in my eyes and frowned, putting the tray of hot food on the table beside the bed and crawling onto it beside me. 

"Alex what's wrong baby?" He said, kissing my lips lightly. 

I smiled because I couldn't not and kissed him back. 

"I thought you had left." I said softly and he pulled my head to his chest, hugging me close.

"I told you I don't want a fucktoy Alex and I meant it. I want you. I also want you fed, so we can have a nice repeat of last night. I was hoping I'd get up before you woke up."

I leaned my head on his shoulder as I finally smelled the food and my stomach growled loudly. Mike laughed and reached out, pulling the tray closer to us. After I ate, and made him eat a little, which he would only do if I fed him, I sat back, looking in his eyes. 

"What now mike?" I asked, my voice soft. I didn't plan on him keeping me, I knew last night that he might just leave anyway. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Well now is when I ask the stupid question. Will you be my boyfriend Alex Sharp?"

I laughed in happiness, pulling back to look in his eyes as I pretended to ponder the question. 

"That depends....do I still get the Ferrari?" I grinned as his eyes widened and he tackled me to the bed. 

"You little brat!" He held me down as his hands tickled my sides until I was panting and begging him to stop. 

He hugged me, laying his body on mine, and I held him close, my arms barely reaching around his broad shoulders.

"You can have anything you want Alex. My heart is yours, I don't think I could tell you no." I smiled against his skin, tightening my arms around him,

"Well, good thing you won't have to. Because everything I want is right here." 

He leaned up and looked into my eyes, smiling, leaning down to give me a very sweet kiss. "I'm not letting you go boy, I hope you know that." 

I smiled biting his lower lip, emitting a small moan from his lips. 

"Good. I might not be as big as you, but if you dare try to leave this bed today, I'll sure as hell find a way to stop you." 

He laughed, leaning his head into the hollow of my neck.

"I'm not letting you go either Mike." I whispered into his hair and he smiled against skin. 



Winning An Argument



It had been a particularly stormy argument. My mother had accused me of stealing from her purse and I was getting pretty pissed about having to defend myself on no evidence whatsoever. I couldn't believe it. I'd never stolen anything from her in my life and now she comes to me with these bullshit accusations because she's a few bucks short.

"I had over $50 in my wallet before I went jogging, Micheal!" she screamed at me. "It couldn't have just vanished by itself!"

I was furious. Ever since Dad had left her for another woman five years ago, it had seemed as though men were to blame for everything bad that happened in my mother's life, big or small. Even if I was the only man around, I still got shit on.

"For the last fucking time, I have no idea what happened to the money! Now let's actually looks for it instead of shouting like fucking children." I hissed at her. She didn't answer and turned to storm out of the room. Then something occurred to me that shocked me out of my wits.

I was extremely turned on. The look in my mother's eyes, her lips trembling, her cheeks flustered. She looked like she was in heat. My hand wandered down below my waistline to find a crushing hard-on. It almost hurt I was so hard. Then Mom walked back in.

"Listen, you know what? I won't get upset if you just tell me where..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes locked on my crotch. She just kind of stopped dead in her tracks and stared at my hand, trying desperately to conceal the obvious. Mom looked up at me with a blank look and walked out of the room again.

"Fuck!" I thought to myself. She's REALLY pissed now. I went up to my room and sat on the bed, feeling like a total asshole. My cock was finally going soft when I heard a knock on the door. I sighed, and looked up.

"Micheal?" I heard Mom say softly through the door.

"What?!" I rasped back, still embarrassed at the thought of getting turned on by my mother. I had to admit, Mom was pretty hot for her age. A tight ass and big tits that jiggled when she wasn't wearing a bra. But it was pointless to think about that. Or so I thought.

The door creaked open and I saw my mom's face, still flustered, poke through the door. Next I saw a wad of cash in her hand. She opened the door fully and walked inside.

"Found it in my other jacket. Oh, Mike! I'm so sorry!" she started to well up as she sat on the bed next to me.

"I've been such a bitch to you. I can't believe what's happening to me. A shitty job, a fucking asshole husband who leaves me for his secretary." she started to sob. I put my arm around her and tried to console her.

"No Micheal. I mean, you're the only one who supports me and I crap on you too as soon as something goes wrong." She was crying now. "I'm depressed, broke, I haven't been fucked in 5 years and I'm going out of my mind!" she said into her hands. My eyebrows went up at that last part.

"Aww mom, it's OK." I replied.

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" she said looking deep into my eyes. My cock jumped at the look she was giving me. I wasn't sure how to answer that. Then I felt a hand slide across my leg to my crotch. the hand wasn't mine. I looked down to see Mom's hand gliding over the outline of my cock under my jeans. I looked up to her face again.

"I saw the reaction you had to me, Micheal" she whispered into my ear. " I haven't had a reaction like that since I was a college freshman."

Her grip on my cock tightened and my eyes closed at the waves of pleasure running down my spine. I was overcome. I didn't know what to do.

"You want to make it up to me?" I squeaked. She nodded her head. Then something came over me that I don't think either of us expected.

"Fine." I said, standing up. I turned and opened my belt buckle and fly. My cock sprung forward like a striking cobra. Mom's mouth dropped open as she looked at it. I grabbed Mom's brown hair and pulled her head towards my throbbing hard on. Her lips wrapped around my cock like a wet silky sleeve as she sucked me. I watched her head bob back and forth on my knob while her hands wrapped around my ass, pulling my groin forward. I groaned as my mom tongued my shaft and balls. She looked up at me and smiled as her hands worked my shaft. 

"I can't stand it when you bitch at me like that." I said, looking into her eyes while her tongue dragged across my cock.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be such a bitch." she replied after my cock had made it's way down her throat. Man, she was giving me a killer blowob. I reached down and grabbed her by the hair. I held her head still while I thrust into her lips. She took it all as I fucked her face.

She stood straight up in front of me and we kissed. Our tongues lashed against one another. My hands slid under the waistband of the shorts she was wearing and I ripped them down to her ankles. She stepped out of one of the legs. I pushed her onto the bed, landing on top of her.

Before she could say a word my cock was sliding past her swollen, wet folds up into her pussy. Mom's face was contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Ooooh, easy honey, it's been a while." she cooed as her legs wrapped around my ass. I stopped for five seconds or so as I felt her pussy open up to my invasion.

"Oh my god! Oh fuck me Micheal!" I heard mom yell into the air as I locked my lips on her neck and drilled her pussy with every bit of strength I could summon. Then I heard a voice, my own start to say things.

"Yell at me, will you?" I grumbled into her ear as my cock pistoned in and out of her wet hole.

"Oh, god never again" she yelled. I pulled out of my mother and grabbed her leg. She turned her hips and flipped onto her stomach. My hands pulled her hips up as I watched my cock disappear again into her hungry pussy. I slapped her ass.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry Micheal!" she screamed. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock as she came. My own mother coming with me up her pussy.

"You think I'd steal from you?" I slapped her again.

"Oh, fuck NOOOOOOO!" she wailed. My own orgasm was approaching quickly. I pulled her hair thrust three more times violently into her quim. My cock burst like a bomb inside her. We collapsed, both exhausted. I rolled off her. Mom looked at me and grinned.

"I can't wait to lose another argument." 



Winning Answer



 Hello readers. This is a sequel, of sorts, to "With Two You Get ... ". I am trying some new ideas these days, and hope you enjoy them. As always, feedback is appreciated. 

Lauren stormed into the living, stamping her heel-clad foot and tossing back her long, jet-black hair. "This  sucks !" she scowled. Lauren was a loving partner, a good friend and a wonderful lover. What she was  not  was a good loser. 

"Oh for God's sakes Lauren, don't be such a poor loser. You lost tonight's bet sweetie, I got the final Jeopardy question and you didn't." Raymond smiled sweetly at his much-younger lover as she began removing her top, mini and underwear, readying herself for sex. He was probably rubbing salt in the wound, but unable to help himself regardless. Ray just couldn't help himself from grinning with smug satisfaction. These little games he was playing with Lauren – and her younger sister Rachel – put an additional touch of spice into their relationship.

Not that too much spice was needed. After all, how many men his age were lucky enough to be the lover of one young woman – let alone  two ? Nor was there any sense of competition among them. Lauren was his lady primarily, but he also enjoyed the sexual favors of her younger sister whenever Lauren was "indisposed" - all with Lauren's full consent. The only people in the dark about the relationship he shared with the two Asian lovelies were their parents, who were very traditional.

Those Old-world attitudes  hadn't  been passed along to the Yan girls. Both were wild, impulsive, they weren't afraid to go after what they wanted. Lauren had seduced him first, being bold by leaving her number in a Fortune Cookie at her family's restaurant. They'd spent a few passionate, romantic evenings together before she loosed her younger sister, Rachel, on his unsuspecting person.

In some ways, Rachel was the antithesis of her older sibling. Where Lauren was somewhat quiet and sensual, Rachel was bold, fiery – she could be very gutter-mouthed, almost a "slut" in the way she fucked. Some of it was rubbing off on her older sister, she talked a bit more freely now as Rachel had told her that Ray always got extra hot when she screamed, talked dirty and carried on. It didn't come naturally to Lauren, but the last time she had cried out "  Fuck me  , you hard-dicked older bastard, fuck me like a  bitch in heat , fuck my hot,  steaming cunt !" she didn't think she'd ever seen her boyfriend – well,  their  boyfriend, she supposed – so fired up. Lauren turned to her boyfriend and pouted "I still say 2000."

Raymond sighed, stubbornness was  not  one of her attractive qualities. "And you'd still be wrong." The Final Jeopardy question tonight had been "When was the first Leap Year of the 21st Century?" Lauren had said 2000, but Raymond had correctly said "2004. Centuries don't start at 0, they start at 1. 2001 until 2100." When Alex Trebek revealed that to be the final answer, Lauren was fuming.

Raymond, Lauren and Rachel often placed wagers – of a sexual nature – on the outcome of "Jeopardy" questions or "Trivial Pursuit." It kept their sex life fun and kinky. More often than not, Rachel would beat Raymond in their wagering – she was a Trivia Machine. Last time, she'd brought over a girlfriend and insisted that Ray service the girl while she played with herself and watched. Qiana, the girlfriend, was black, leggy and breathtaking, so Raymond had no complaints. He screwed the girl six ways from Sunday, then watched as she paid dutiful homage to Rachel's shaved pussy. He was disappointed to find out the deal was he could  not  be with them as a duo, he had to watch and jerk off while Qiana fucked Rachel with a strap-on. Towards the end, Rachel relented and let him fuck Qiana one final time, but her pussy was off-limits for that evening. The next time he screwed Rachel, she could barely walk when he was finished. Finding out she was into girls had really turned Ray on. A threesome with one of his girls was his ultimate fantasy, yet unrealized.

Raymond's lover was going to have to acquiesce to his demands tonight – he wanted to have Anal Sex with her, another first for them both. Something she'd never done before. Something Raymond himself had never attempted with any previous lover. Lauren scowled at Raymond, as much as she adored her older lover, she wasn't thrilled with the results of their latest wager, but she'd set "No Limits" on their game early on, as had Rachel. He'd always come through when he lost, so she sighed and surrendered to her fate. This was his wildest demand yet, but Lauren trusted him enough to know he'd stop if it were causing her any pain or discomfort.

Raymond came in from her bathroom with a tube of KY Jelly, the smug smile still on his face. She looked at him with a mock-serious face and stated "  You'd  better hope I don't win next time, I've been having  Bondage  fantasies" she grinned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm scared!" he shot back. He watched as his sexy girlfriend began sliding out of her slinky, powder-blue negligee, her golden-hued body still captivated him. No matter how many times he looked at Lauren, she still got him hotter than hell. She was tall, slender, leggy with sexy dark, almond eyes, long black hair and tiny, delicate morsels for breasts. She had a gorgeous rump – he couldn't wait to bury his dick inside of it. He was constantly wondering what Fate he had to thank for delivering her to him.

Raymond was crazy about Lauren – a talented art student and Free Spirit who was now paying for her education by working as a GoGo Dancer. The Yans would have disowned their daughter if they knew that, so she and Raymond had concocted a "Cover Story" that he was paying her for "Secretarial Help." On her first day at "work", she'd worn a proper secretary's outfit – with black silk stockings, a black thong and "fuck me" pumps. He'd screwed her passionately on the desk for over 3 hours, both were a bit sore, but it was worth the pain.

Lauren moved with a languid grace, her body was so built for sexual pleasures. The first time they'd fucked, Raymond was left weak and exhausted. He'd taken to vitamins every day to keep up his strength, if Lauren wasn't exhausting him, her younger sister was. After their parent's restaurant closed, Rachel had gotten  herself  a job in an Adult Bookstore. As she was  sixty-nining  with him one night, she told him that she'd gotten lots of kinky ideas for them to try from her new job. Unlike Lauren, Rachel wasn't particularly concerned with what her parents thought, although she was discreet and didn't wish to upset them either.

The sisters had put off every man that had asked them out – a burly long-haul trucker named Sam was the one who broke down Rachel's resistance and he'd gotten her cherry. On his next visit to the Mandarin Palace, he'd brought his cousin Julie – and Rachel'd gotten her first taste of cunt. She knew that she was bi from that point on and she and Julie became the closest of friends. When Julie married her boyfriend, she set Rachel up with her roommate, Qiana. Qiana knew her way around a woman's body, the lean black girl feasted on Rache's cunt for hours, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of the young Asian, then demanding Rachel service her as a sex-slut for the next two days. She'd kept that story from Lauren, but she told Ray all about it in excruciating, lusty detail. 

Lauren held out for Ray, her favorite customer. When she got to know him as a person and not just a lover, she was pleased to find out he knew oodles about art, music and literature. "Don't stereotype!" he said one night, wagging a finger at her. "Wasn't it  you  who gave me grief for assuming all Asian women were demure?"

They were beginning the evening's games, so far, Raymond was gentle, the way that Lauren enjoyed it, but her lover could be a brute when she wanted that. She was experimenting with her boundaries, with full encouragement from Rachel, who teased Lauren about a "stud bull" their man was. Rachel got off on being fucked like a whore and made to scream, having her hair pulled, her ass slapped as Raymond drilled her like a slut, from behind.

Raymond's strong, masculine hands were roaming Lauren's body, caressing her, easing a lot of her tensions away. Lauren was trembling – unsure of whether it was fear of the unknown or anticipatory lust. He was eating her cunt now, which never failed to whet her appetite for sex. She kept herself trimmed down there, not shaved like Rachel, Raymond liked her little "Vee". He licked her for a while, knowing she liked to be kissed and sucked on before intercourse, and she had the sweetest muff he'd ever licked. It was all about easing her tensions so that she could enjoy this new experience.

"Give me that mouth-serviee babe!" he barked, sprawling on the bed. Lauren took him deep within her soft lips, she gave great head and soon enough, Ray was rock-hard and ready to go. At first, he slid it deep into her pussy, tenderly fucking her the way she liked, hearing her murmurs of pleasure as she rocked back against him. She had the most beautiful ass in the world, he couldn't wait to fuck it and hear her howl – okay, there was no point in putting it off any longer – it was time for him to collect on the bet!

"Oooh boy!" Lauren said, feeling herself tense up a bit as Raymond greased up her rosebud with her pussy juices and fingered her gently. It felt – odd – but not entirely unpleasant to have his digit up her butt, but his fingers were a lot more slender than his long cock. Still, a warm, near-burning sensation was in her anus, Lauren was approaching all of this was no small amount of trepidation.

Ray moved closer behind her, holding her by the hips. Lauren tried to get into the spirit of the moment and wiggled her rump at her lover, but he could sense her unease. If it had been Rachel, she would likely be whimpering for it by now, but the sisters were very different in bed. Raymond caressed her breasts and rump, telling her in a soothing tone "Try and relax angel, trust me – you know I would never do anything that would hurt you, don't you?"

"I – I guess!" she said as a warm feeling began to run through her body. She could feel his tongue slithering once more over the rosebud of her asshole, then she saw Raymond applying the lube to his cock. "  Oh my God , he's so big, he'll hurt me, he's really going to fuck me in the ass!" she trembled, but then she calmed herself down. He adored her and her own common sense came into play – he would  never  hurt her and he was a damned good fuck! Just go with the flow, Lauren thought.

Lauren just closed off her mind for the moment, letting herself go. She could feel inch-by-inch of his hard, long cock entering her ass – oh  FUCK , it hurt – more and more sunk in – it hurt a bit less – he was inside of her now, while his fingers rubbed against her pussy and she began to tremble, it hurt a lot less. Now it was beginning to feel hot, to burn – but in a very sensual, naughty way. She began to feel  very  good as Raymond began to pump and thrust his hips, still softly caressing her body to increase her pleasure and ease her discomfort.

"Damn – oh Christ baby, this is GOOD – FUCK ME baby, fuck my ass! Drill me baby, fuck my slutty ass!" she howled, remembering Rachel's advice that Raymond was really turned on by trash-talk. Her mature lover was extremely thrilled that Lauren seemed to be getting into it, so he did just as his sexy young girlfriend asked and really began pounding her butt, swatting her additionally while he butt-fucked the gorgeous Asian honey.

"Like it, my beautiful bitch?" Ray growled, his eyes nearly closed as he concentrated hard on giving her the screwing she now seemed to want. He wasn't sure if he'd want to do this all the time – Lauren had the TIGHTEST ass he could imagine – yet despite her earlier reluctance, she was getting into it more than Ray had ever anticipated when he'd come up with this lewd idea.

Lauren was really moving against him now, her ass shaking and bouncing against his invading dick, her black hair plastered to her back from the sweat of the fucking. Every time she had sex with this wonderful man, she adored him more, he'd been an inspired choice as a lover. Moaning and groaning, loving the way Raymond's cock in her ass and his knowing hands were making her feel, she wondered what other nasty ideas he could come up with? She knew that Ray and her sister had a threesome recently –  although her sister's lesbian-play with Qiana remained a secret  - and she wondered what she could do to top these last few encounters?  Hmmm , Lauren pondered – would he be interested in a Harem Girl? Or a cute Asian schoolgirl? Or a cute little maid? There were  lots  of possibilities. 

Raymond was dicking her ass hard, all the while strumming her clit to keep her relaxed and simultaneously aroused. Lauren was fully aware of her body, she tingled in new ways and she was in the throes of an ecstatic new feeling. 

"Goddam it, you fucking bastard, you were right, this is a  great  kind of sex!" she hissed. "Fuck it to me Raymond hon, fuck the shit out of me!" Lauren and Raymond howled when they realized what she'd said. 

"So you're going to want us to fuck this way again?" he panted hard as he continued fucking her tight ass. He was enjoying his first anal encounter almost as much as she was.

"I think I could be more readily convinced!" Lauren said throatily as she felt her sphincter contracting around Raymond's cock. She could feel his body tense and she knew that he was about to cum. "Take it out, cum on my ass baby!" she yelled. Raymond did just that, covering her with the sticky, white fluid. "You have the greatest ass babe!" he said, swatting her gorgeous ass.

He ran to the bathroom to take a leak and to get washcloths to clean them up, so Lauren shifted a bit in the bed. While he was in there, the bedside phone rang, it was Rachel.

"So?"

"So  what ?"

"I know what he wanted for the wager tonight – and I had a feeling you lost, right?"

Lauren sighed. "Yes."

"So, how was your first butt-fuck?"

"  RACHEL!  You're so vulgar!"

"Yep, and men love it! So ...?"

"It was pretty good. I wouldn't do it  every  time, but he was slow and careful and I felt things I'd never felt before. He's a good lover, isn't he?"

Rachel agreed. "We picked a good one, that's for sure. Hey, his birthday's coming up, isn't it?" Got any ideas?"

Lauren did and she heard her sister squeal on the other end of the phone. "Oh, he'll  really  get off on that!" she enthused. Rachel and Lauren ended their conversation just as Raymond re-entered the bedroom, grinning at her and throwing her a towel to clean up with.

"What was that about?"

"Can't say" she answered. She cuddled in beside him and they kissed. She had no regrets about losing the wager now, it had hurt a bit, but it was a delicious pain. After a while, the feelings transformed and became so intense. In the future, Lauren knew she'd be more than willing to make "an ass of herself" during their sexplay.

For his upcoming birthday, Raymond was going to get a lot more than just  cake  – that much the sisters had planned. 



Winning Big



It was 2am in the morning on a Friday and I was bored out of my mind.

Still, this is better then listening to my Mum and Dad argue with each other all the time. I'm just glad she's finally moved out. I love her, but she never really looked at me the same way after I came out. Well, I didn't come out, so much as I was caught with another naked teenage boy in my bed. Hoo, boy was that awkward!

There was a lot of angry and disappointed yelling, but since she was divorcing Dad anyway, Mum had no problem moving out. I still loved her, but it was clear that she didn't feel the same, not while her only son was a

"Cocksucking sissy faggot."

Maternal instinct, my arse. Well, Dad certainly gave her an earful after that. It made me smile, thinking about that particular argument. It was nice to know that, at least one of my parents loved me unconditionally.

A boisterous, muffled shout from upstairs interrupted my reverie. Dad had a couple of his friends from his construction job over for a poker night. I had the door leading out of the basement shut, but as one might expect from having several drunk guys in a room together, some noise was going to come through. Dad offered to buy me in, but I declined. Not because I was a lousy player-in fact I was better than him-but well... Dad's choice in friends consisted of big, bulging beefcakes ranging in age from late forties to early fifties like Him. 

Basically, the type of guy that makes my whole body turn to jelly, with the exception of a few choice inches.

Another shout. Sounds like someone just won big.

I turned up the tv volume to drown out the yelling. The soundproofing of this basement was terrible. I wasn't even watching the asinine drama it was showing, but I'd already exhausted all the trashy romances I had on my Kindle, so this was the only entertainment I had.

Suddenly, the noise from upstairs became louder. Someone was coming down. I looked back at the staircase to see who my new guest is. The aged wood creaks loudly with each step and as he turned the corner, I see I'm being joined by One of my Dad's friends, Mikio.

Mikio was something of an outlier in the group. He was 41 years old and had moved to town about ten years ago from Japan, apparently leaving an ex-wife and estranged family behind him. He was very quiet, polite and bookish, in stark contrast to the breast loving, pieces of meat upstairs.

Piece of meat is probably how I'd describe Mikio if I wanted to be nasty. Dad is pushing 6 foot 3 and Mikio stands nearly half a head over him. His shoulders are that broad that he probably has to sidestep through narrower door frames. He works construction, so he's built like a brick shithouse, his skin a lovely shade of golden caramel and arms and legs thick as tree trunks. But he's also a lousy cook, so he mostly sustains himself with junk food, which has coated his powerful muscles in a layer of fat which... Well I'll just say it, he's fucking sexy as fuck! The stained grey tank top and faded jeans he was wearing didn't do much to hide his impressive physique. 

His face is also quite nice to look at too. He had wide set, almond shaped, mahogany brown eyes complete with big bushy black caterpillar brows, a wide slightly hooked nose, puffy pinch-able cheeks, full dark pink lips framed by a ring of black hair, covering his small rounded chin. His beard and eyebrows were the only hair on his head, as he kept the rest clean shaved. In a way, he reminded me of a Buddha statue, only sexier.

"Let me guess: Dad cleaned you out?"

I asked, in a vain attempt to distract myself from Mikio's glorious body. He nodded, with his ever present smile.

"Yes." He replied, plopping down next to me on the lounge with a long, tired sigh. I smiled sympathetically at him.

"Ah don't worry. Dad's been swindling people since either of us were born." I remarked. He chuckled, a deep one from his gut that seemed to make the whole lounge vibrate.

"I would believe that." He said. Even after ten years here, he still had a hint of an accent, particularly when pronouncing his L's. Like I said before, Mikio was quiet, but when he spoke, he was well worth listening to. 

"He would make a killing in Vegas."

Mikio muttered, as he stretched his thick arms above his head, giving me a nice view of his sparsely haired pits and part of his barrel chest. I heard a pop as he stretched and settled his right arm on the back of the lounge behind me.

I fidgeted a little.

I wasn't scared of Mikio, he was the very definition of gentle giant. It was just... Having the subject of many of my jacking off fantasies sitting so close to me was having an effect on my loins. The heady scent of tobacco and sweat emanating from him wasn't helping either. Thankfully, Mikio seemed too absorbed in the B-grade melodrama on the TV to notice the sudden peak in my cargos.

I jumped as he loudly cleared his throat.

"One of the guys suggested playing strip poker."

I swallowed. Yeah, that didn't help my erection.

"I-Is that right?" I stuttered out. Dammit, use your words Alex, use your words.

"Yes. Some of them seemed to like the idea." Mikio continued. Fuck, why did he have to chose this topic of conversation!?

"Stripping off in front of each other... Right down to nothing... Sweat rolling off their skin..."

Fuck, shut up, please! 

"So how long are you going to hide your boner from me?"

Dammit, I so need to jack off now-wait, what? I looked up at Mikio in surprise. He was still smiling, but the look in his eyes had changed from their usual friendly spark to something... Different.

"Er... Um... I-I can explain-"

"You're gay, yes?"

Mikio suddenly asked. I flinched, as if someone had punched me in the gut. There was no malice in his voice, just curiosity. But it still scared the hell out of me. Dad didn't care about my taste in partners, but I doubt his buddies would feel the same. I still felt his gaze on me as I stared-unintentionally, I'll add-at Mikio's rather sizeable bulge. After an eternity, I simply nodded. I couldn't lie now, could I?

"Ah. I thought so." Was Mikio's response. I risked a look back up. 

He was still smiling, though he was looking back at the TV. 

"S-so... What now?" I asked, not really knowing what else to say. Mikio shrugged. "Nothing." He replied.

A moment of painfully uncomfortable silence passed between us. When...

"Want to suck my dick?"

My jaw hit the floor. He asked it so casually, as if he were commenting on the weather. Just... What?!

I was still sputtering for an answer when he decided for me, it seemed. He unzipped his fly with his meaty fingers and reached in, rummaging around a little. 

"Look, Mikio I... I..."

I had forgotten what I was going to say, as he finally fished out his manhood. Ho. Ly. Shit.

He was going commando, so it was just laying there, on top of a pair of ample plum sized balls. I'm 18 and I've already seen my share of dicks but I can safely say that this was the biggest fucking cock I'd ever seen!

It was huge. I can't think of any other word to describe it. And it was getting bigger. In my periphery, I could see Mikio had returned his gaze to me, his smile decidedly more erotic. I couldn't help it, I reached over and grasped it in my hand. It was nearly scorching hot and I could feel the pulses as blood fed into it, slowly growing in size. Mikio sighed quietly in pleasure as I gave it a gentle squeeze. 

I watched with silent fascination and lust as his dick continued to balloon. Seven inches. Eight inches. Nine inches. Finally the growth seemed to halt at a whopping 10 inches. I reiterate: ho. Ly. Shit!

It was hot and heavy in my grasp, the foreskin, a shade darker than the rest of his body and retracted back to about halfway down the bright pink head, a clear bead of pre forming in the slit. It was completely straight, which was a rare sight in bigger cocks and nearly as thick as a beer can, my thumb and middle finger just barely touching around the circumference.

"What do you think?"

Mikio asked, interrupting my gawking. I gazed back at him with reverence.

"It's fucking huge." I uttered. To my surprise, he looked away and blushed.

"I-It's not that big..." He mumbled. I blinked. Surely he had to know he was at least above average? I mean, Christ he was married at one point. He still seemed insecure, so I decided he needed a little encouragement. I leaned forward, placing half of my body weight on his hips so he couldn't thrust up and slid my mouth down his shaft as far as I could go. Mikio groaned and tilted his head back, eyes closing in bliss. You think he felt good, I was in fucking heaven!

The taste of his salty pre, the texture of his skin as flicked and rolled my tongue along the underside of his length, I couldn't get enough. I tightened my lips as much as I could and began to bob my head. Mikio sighed and muttered something in Japanese, placing his hand on my shoulder and rubbing my neck with his thumb, encouraging me to go on. With each dive, I got a little closer to the bottom and I was determined to get this whole monster down my throat. I withdrew until only the head remained in my lips, gave a few sharp licks to the piss slit, making him shiver and plunged back down. I felt those thick inches press into my throat, my gag reflex nearly impossible to resist under the strain, but I pushed on. I reached passed the halfway point and tears began to form in my eyes. I struggled to get as much breath as I could through my nose as the spongy head slipped further and further down my oesophagus. Finally I was able to bury my nose in the thick, wiry black hair at the base of his cock.

Mikio gave his loudest groan yet as I breathed in more of that intense smell of sweat, tobacco and manliness that was strongest in his crotch. Suddenly, I felt a hand get a tight grasp of my hair, pull my head roughly back up and slam me back down to the base again. I gagged as Mikio ruthlessly used my mouth like a fleshlight, using both his hands now to keep a firm grip on my hair, his ample balls slapping my chin with every descent. It was all I could do to keep my teeth behind my lips to keep from giving him some nasty scars. My throat was going raw and my vision was almost completely obscured by tears of strain. Finally, I'd had all I could take and slapped his thigh a few times to signal him. Mikio let go of me and I sprang off that cock and coughed my guts up, struggling for air.

"Hah... Hah... F-Fuck..."

"Ah... G-gomenasai..."

Mikio muttered, his breath almost as ragged as mine. 

"Mmh... You're very good at that."

Despite everything, I blushed, harder than in already was anyway. One thing cocksuckers love more than cock is getting praise for their Cocksucking, and I was no different.

"T-Thanks."

Mikio ruffled my hair, his eyes half lidded from lust.

"That was wonderful. You deserve a reward."

I just gazed at him, knowing exactly what he had in mind. In my own mind, there were some concerns about size limitation, but right now my dick was doing all my thinking for me. Speaking of which, I'd better lose my pants before my dick gets a permanent zipper motif.

I stood up and lost my cargo pants and boxers in record time, tossing them on top of the TV. Mikio rose up as well, looking with approval at my own painfully turgid uncircumcised length. He took me by the shoulders and guided me, laying me down on the lounge, legs bent, knees spread. He lay down on his doughy stomach between my legs and took hold of my member. I shivered, spasmed and moaned as he firmly kneaded it expertly, stirring his index finger around under my foreskin and pressing his thumb into the underside of the head, coaxing out a few drops of pre.

I hissed through my teeth as he slowly, but surely traced a path with his tongue from the tip of my cock, down the underside, over my balls, across my taint and finally stopping at my hole, which he proceeded to tease relentlessly with the tip of his tongue. My thrashing and moaning was at an all time high and I was all but certain that Dad and his friends could hear me upstairs. All I could do was grit my teeth and watch, as Mikio closed his eyes and licked, suckled and teased my arse with a skill that no truly straight man should have.

He reached back into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a little bottle of hand lotion. Without stopping his oral treatment, Mikio flicked open the cap and squeezed some lotion onto his fingers. Despite it being in my best interest not to, I tensed up in anticipation. Mikio noticed and relented for a moment to look up at me.

"Relax. Just tell me if it hurts, alright?"

He whispered. His baritone voice soothed my nerves somewhat and I started to relax. I did my best to keep it that way when he brought one lubed up finger to my entrance and firmly pressed until it popped in up to the first knuckle.

I winced at the uncomfortable feeling, but I endured. I had to. His index finger wasn't even a tenth of the thickness of his cock. Mikio waited a moment for me to adapt to the feeling and then pushed his finger in further. He grinned devilishly. 

"Tight." Was all he said.

He wiggled his finger around, trying his best to loosen me up. I yelped, honest to god, I yelped when he jackhammered his fingertip against my prostate. Strings of pre spewed forth onto my belly for every jab against my little love button. I was almost close to cumming when he stopped and began to push in another finger.

I bit my lip hard as his middle finger went in to the last knuckle and then both finger began a scissoring motion, brushing my prostate with every upstroke. My poor teenage body was being overwhelmed. I never even dreamed I'd be in this position, with Sexiness personified waggling his sausage like fingers inside me, prepping my hole for a much, MUCH bigger invader.

I was on cloud nine!

Finally, Mikio withdrew his fingers, thinking me suitably ready for his monstrous girth. I watched with glee as he flicked open the lotion bottle and emptied nearly all it's contents onto his dick, spreading it around with an upward look and a sigh.

He tossed the now empty bottle aside and shuffled forward on his knees, his shiny dick swinging in a lazy arc left and right, leaving my mesmerised. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them up, driving my knees into my chest. I dutifully took hold of my legs, keeping them out of the way and leaving my hole exposed to him.

Mikio grasped the base of his manhood with one hand and spread my cheeks with the other. He positioned the tip of his dick at my entrance, both of us shivering from the contact. Mikio smiled at me one more time.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded frantically.

He chuckled again and with a needful gleam in his eyes, he began to push. I hissed through my teeth as the head popped past the ring. Mikio's eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned. After letting me adjust for a moment, he resumed a slow but gentle thrust inwards. I shivered as I felt inch after hot thick inch spread my hole open impossibly wide. The pain was there of course, but it was dull, drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure of being split open by a hot Japanese daddy's thick dick.

I heard a high pitched whine and I realised it was me, as I finally felt the wispy tickle of Mikio's pubes on my balls as he finally bottomed out. I panted like a dog and clamped down on the thick intruder in my rectum. Mikio hissed in approval, giving me no warning but a cheeky grin as he grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise the skin, retreated back until only the tip of his cock remained inside and slammed back in with a smack of his hips on my cheeks. 

I screamed. 

The pain was sharp, but the pleasure sharper, as Mikio's bulk pressed right up against my prostate, driving me closer than ever to the edge. He chuckled again.

"Hold on tight." He grunted out before repeating the process again. And again. And again, until he built up a steady rhythm, his Hearty balls slapping my arse with a loud smack each time. I couldn't help the screams of bliss that bubbled out of my throat. There was no point in staying quiet now, everyone upstairs had to have heard my first scream. And I didn't care.

Mikio, for his part, seemed equally please, as he grunted with each thrust in, revelling in the feeling of my passage constricting around him. My stomach was near soaked with my pre as Mikio pounded me with all the strength and power of a battering ram, beads of sweat forming on his brow as went about his work, his face clenched in pleasure.

"Ahhh...! Mmmh... Fuck...! M-Mikio!"

"Mmmf... Nnng... Hahh... Alex..."

I don't know how long we've been at it, but it feels like hours. Sweet, blissful hours. My shirt was now completely soaked through with sweat. Mikio released my hips and full on tore my shirt away from my body with a loud tearing sound and flung it's tattered remains away. He himself had disposed of his own tank top a few minutes ago, leaving his broad pecs, coffee coloured nipples and soft but powerful abs exposed to me. I let go of my legs, letting them rest on Mikio's bountiful shoulders, reached forward and ran my hands across his sweat soaked skin. He moaned in approval as I harshly tweaked his nipples, thrusting into me harder than before. 

But every performance has a climax, and I was rapidly reaching mine. I moaned louder and Mikio took that as his cue to finish things up. He started pumping faster, my poor cheeks red from slapped by his hips so hard. He changed his angle and hit my prostate even harder than he did before and I was loving every second of it. It was agony. Pure, sweet, blissful agony as the point of no return cane closer and closer...

Until finally the dam broke.

"Ahhn... F-Fuck... I'm gonna... G-Gonna... Ahh... FUUUCK!"

Stars danced in front of my eyes as I came harder than I ever had in my entire life! My dick exploded forth stream after sticky stream of cum, flying straight over my head, hitting the wall behind me, coating my face, my chest and belly. My teeth hurt, I was gritting them so hard as my orgasm at last seemed to peter out as Mikio continued to pound away faster and faster until...

"Mmmf... Ahh... NNNGAAH!"

Mikio shouted to the heavens as he emptied himself into my bowels, still thrusting erratically, his cum slipping out of me, there was so much, creating a slick squelching sound as his thrusts eventually died down and he braced himself against me, his breath ragged.

"Hahh... Hahh... Sugee..."

"Mmh... You can say that again."

Mikio chuckled weakly, withdrawing his now softening length from my insides. I winced at the odd feeling as he withdrew completely, leaving me gaping and dripping his seed onto the lounge. Mikio moved back, allowing me to put my legs back down. He shifted back after I'd straightened out and lay next to me, twirling a lock of my sweat slicked hair between his fingers.

"So... I assumed you enjoyed that?"

I gestured to my cum splattered front.

"Do you even need... To ask..."

I couldn't finish my sentence without yawning. I was suddenly exhausted, I just couldn't keep my eyes open. The last thing I felt before falling asleep was Mikio's lips brushing my forehead...

The distant sound of birdsong was what woke me up. I always was a light sleeper. I felt a soothing warmth next to me. I opened my eyes fully to find a half clothed Mikio napping peacefully next to me, snoring quietly. I grinned at the memory of what had transpired a few hours ago. I sincerely hoped that Mikio would want to do this again.

It was then that I heard a cough.

I glanced up to find my Dad looking down at me with a knowing grin. Before I could say this isn't what it looks like, Dad just raised a hand, asking me to be quiet.

"You and Mikio are paying to have that lounge cleaned."



Winning Gold



"Uhh, uhh, uhhhhhhh," Jason shuddered as Christopher eased his cock into his ass.

Christopher's hand pumped Jason's swollen tool in time to his thrusts, as he tried to distract his lover from the slight discomfort of being breached for the first time that night.  He had prepared Jason well with first one, then two, then three well-lubricated fingers. The throaty moans excited him, but he promised himself that he would never force himself on Jason, no matter how difficult it was to control his urges.

"Are you okay," Chris groaned.

"Yeah, I just love how this hurts back there; it b-balances out the ache in my cock!" Jason sighed.

Chris rubbed his hand gently over Jason's muscled chest, toward his stomach and the twitching piece of meat that always mesmerised him like a cobra in a basket.  He ignored Jason's obvious need and thumbed his nipple lightly, and getting the groan that he wanted, Chris plucked the nub gently while pushing himself another half inch into his lover's body.  He pulled out and started the process again, ignoring the little grunt of frustration from his friend.

Chris was hungry for Jason since they had not made love in nearly a month, a concession to the fact that they were both elite athletes and representing their respective countries in the Summer Olympics in London. They had competed against each other, breaking each other's world records in the pools around the world for the past three years.  They had been lovers for two of these years, keeping a secret that they both agreed would threaten the sponsorship deals that they each had if their relationship were generally known.

He had been worried that Jason would have been angry with him, and not allowed him to touch him since he had just taken gold medals in four of the five races in which they had competed during the Games.  Jason had taken the silver to him each time and he had taken the bronze to Jason's gold in the 200m individual medley.  Jason's generous hugs after each race and his congratulatory tweets had made Chris even happier than winning the medals had done.

Chris planted a soft kiss on Jason's back, a silent thank you for allowing him to have everything that he had ever wanted: Jason's love and the medals.  He really had come out on top in life.  He had won gold in a big way.  He didn't care if Ashton, his previous lover, a diver on the Canadian team, thought that his love of kissing was too gay; Jason was cool about it.

"I only lost because I was so horny for you," Jason said teasingly.

"Yeah, right!"

He pushed back in again, claiming his prize of being top for a month.  It was a win-win situation, but neither of them was going to point out the obvious.

"Fuck!  That feels good!" 

"Of course it does," Chris bragged. 

"Shut the hell up and fuck me!"

His hand caressed Jason's back and gripped his flank as he pushed in again, the shallow digs into the young man's body deepening with each push.  When he finally found his balls pressed firmly against his lover's back he hooted into Jason's ear.

"Must you always do that?" Jason grumbled.

Chris chose that moment to begin his rhythmic pounding of Jason's ass.  It was clear to Chris that the young Jamaican felt no pain.  He wanted him to feel a great deal of pleasure though and so he angled himself so that he pounded Jason's prostate with each thrust.  The young man's increasingly noisy groans as his orgasm approached were music to Chris' ears.



The door broke open, suddenly.  

"Are you okay, Jas..." a young man, about their own age, stopped, and stared like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car.  

"Shit!" the intruder exclaimed.

Chris sprang away from Jason as if he was being burned.  He was frustrated and angry at the interruption, at the same time that he was desperate to protect his lover from scrutiny.  This was what they had always feared would happen.  It would be bad for him, but for Jason it would be the death of his reputation at home.  Homosexuality was still frowned on in his homeland and they were sure that he would be ruined there if people knew about him.

They did not usually meet each other so close to other people, but he had found himself getting cranky with his teammates and short with the throng of journalists that surrounded them constantly.  He had caught himself staring at Jason a couple of times from across the crowded aquatic centre and had had to cut the celebrations short when he felt the beginnings of an erection.  He had had to have Jason.  Seeing him, but not being able to touch him, was becoming distracting and counter-productive.  Their events were over anyway and they had decided to linger a few days to see a few of the sights of London and to watch some of the other sports around them.  Jason had actually got tickets for them to see some of the athletics where he was confident that Jamaica would make a good showing.

"Get out!" he shouted at the open-mouthed journalist.

The man stood there, staring at them for what seemed like an eternity, and Chris was just about to pound him  into oblivion and damn the consequences when the man closed the door behind himself and spoke again.

"Jason, what the fuck is wrong with you?  I thought you got over this!" the man whispered furiously.

"It's not something that I can just get over," Jason muttered.

"Okay then, you two clearly know each other," Chris butted in.  He felt an irrational sense of relief that someone else knew about them at last and that it didn't seem as bad as it could have been.  True, the man seemed annoyed with Jason, but somehow things didn't seem to be heading to hell for them.  He obviously knew that Jason was gay, but it was clear that he had not said anything before.  In fact, his behaviour could have been interpreted as being protective.

"Do you mind?  Let us put some clothes on."

"Please," the man said, sarcastically.

"Chris, meet my cousin, Charles," Jason said as he shrugged into a pair of sweats.  He left his shirt off and Chris had to turn away quickly so as not to become overwhelmed by the view.  

"Y-your cousin? You're kidding, right," he stammered as he put on his clothes.

"Yeah, Jamaica is small.  He got this gig to cover these Games because I'm here."

"You're a madman!" Charles hissed his teeth.  "I got this gig because I'm good at what I do; but don't try to change the subject; you have to be more careful!  What if it had been someone else who had come in here tonight?"

"I guess we'd have had to invite him to join us in a threesome."

"Stop it Jason.  It's not worth it. You're going to destroy your career."

"It is actually," Jason said gently after a brief pause.

"What?  What exactly are you saying?" Charles asked wide-eyed.

"I'm saying that I'm thinking of retiring; becoming a kept man."

"You shitting me?"

Charles was aghast.  He rounded on Chris.

"Talk some sense into him nuh man!  He's the biggest thing that we have outside of athletics and he's going to throw it all away!"

"Obviously, you and I don't see eye-to-eye on this, Charles," Chris grinned happily at Jason.  "Don't worry, I'll take good care of your cousin."

"Actually I don't need anybody to take care of me.  Now that I think about it, if the sponsors drop me because of this, I'll sue them.  I have rights!"

Chris had to sit down because he was getting excited again watching this bolder, more assertive Jason stare down his cousin and tell him that he didn't care if people found out about his private life.

"Want an exclusive, Charlie?  You can break the story about me being gay, but leave Chris out of it."

"Stop it Jason!"

"Don't want it, C?  I'll give the interview to another journalist if you don't.  I am not hiding anymore."

"You won't win in any court in Jamaica. Your sponsors there will leave you. What will your fans think!??!" 

"I have other options outside of Jamaica. You said it yourself, I'm the biggest thing outside of athletics."

"I think you're going to have to leave now, Charlie unless you actually want to watch me fuck your cousin," Chris said breathlessly.

"Jason! I don't want you to do this!" Charles was clearly getting desperate.

Chris heard the plea in Charles' voice, and suddenly he wasn't sure if Charles had been arguing to save Jason's career or if he was defending his territory. He felt a flash of aroused jealousy at his sudden suspicion that Charles might have known Jason far more intimately than the two of them were admitting to at the moment.  It occurred to him that Charles had only rarely looked away from Jason since he had entered the room.  Chris would have to ask Jason about him as soon as they were alone. 

Chris glanced at Charles' groin to see if he were aroused.  The man did carry a good package, but since he hadn't checked when the man had first entered the room, Chris couldn't be sure if Charles was excited, or just the stereotypical image of a black man. He cleared his throat to prevent himself from saying something stupid.

"Let's talk about this later, Charlie.  Chris and I have some things to discuss," Jason smirked, knowingly.

Shit, the man was sexy!  If Charles didn't leave soon he would have much more material than he'd bargained for.

"Are you going to join us, Charles?" Chris asked cheekily while reaching for Jason.

He had not expected a serious answer, but he got one.

"Y-yessss," Charles hissed.



Winning Hand!!!



My wife Terry and I frequently make trips to an Indian casino near a state university. We have always fantasize about Terry taking on a couple of young studs (were both 36) until this weekend nothing has ever materialized. Near the end of a full day of drinking and gambling we found ourselves sitting at a blackjack table with three students from the university. Terry was wearing a short skirt; with her blouse UN-button enough to show off her 36c tits. As usual Terry was the life of the table. When our waitress came taking orders for last call, Terry suggested to the table we go back to our room to play cards where the beer was free and where someone else beside the house would win. As we all walked towards the lobby Terry stated that the only stipulation was that she was the house and everyone played by house rules. Our young friends all agreed.

I did not know what to expect once we were back to the room. After handing out beers to everyone Terry ask what game we should play. The obvious response back was strip poker. Terry replied I was hoping that was everyone’s choice. She reminded everyone that she was the house in her room and she would make the rules and deal the cards. Her first rule was when someone lost she would decide what to take off, and she would remove it for them. The first low hand was lost by one of our guest. She stood him up and seductively removed his jeans. Terry rubbed his dick through his shorts until it was rock hard and then said lets get back to the game. Terry was low hand on the next deal; she stood up reached under her skirt and removed her panties. Hands were starting to grope for but she said let get back to the game. 

The next hand was lost by one of our guest. Terry said the rules have change and she was taking off two pieces of clothes. She proceeded to take off his pant and underwear. She stroked his cock a few times, then went back to shuffling the cards. After a few more hands all the guys were sitting with their pants off and their dicks at full attention. Terry had only removed her blouse and was sitting in her bra and skirt. Terry then said she had enough of this game and suggests we play one hand, winner would receive the time of their life, while she would only jack off everyone else. She dealt me out of this hand. Scott was the lucky winner. She walked him to the bed, and told him she would be back in a few minutes. She starting to walk away and then turned and went back and starting sucking his dick. She sucked it for only a couple of minutes. I’ll could tell by her moaning and groaning she was getting close to cumming. She then stopped and told Scott she would fuck him in a few minutes after she took care of his friends. She then went and sat between the other two and told them because they were losers she would only jack them off. She told them that she was a good sport and if they did a few things for her, she could upgrade them to winners. They both nodded. She then took off her bra and had them suck her tits. Scott then moved over from the bed and started to join in. Terry then told Scott to get back to the bed, and if he did not she would kick everyone out. Scott went back. At this point I knew that Terry was living out a fantasy and was in comlplete control.  She had the other two suck her tits for a few minutes then she took of her skirt and had one eat her pussy while she kissed the other. She alternated them back and forth. She then sat both of them down and went back and forth sucking their dick. Both came in a few minutes and Terry was her way back to Scott. 

Terry was ready to fuck. She laid Scott on his back and got on top and shoved his cock in her wet dripping pussy. Within seconds Terry was screaming, that she was cumming. She came at least four more times before Scott was finished. She rolled off Scott and waved everyone over. She sat me up at the head of the bed and then had the other two fuck her doggy while she sucked my dick and swallowed my cum. For the next couple hours we fucked her every way possible. I finally passed out and woke up a couple hours later to find only one guy left with my wife kissing and sucking his cock, trying to get him hard again. The site of my hot wife sucking this young stud turned me on so much I went over and starting fucking my wife doggy style. For the next hour we both took turns fucking my wife. 

We have a cruise scheduled next month. I hope my wife’s next performance is just as good! Maybe I can find her some black cock to fuck!



Winning Incentive



'This is the day. This is the day' Andy repeated the mantra all the way to the batter's box.

"Bottom of the ninth and batting last is every one's favorite SysAdmin. With runners on second and third and a score of 2 to 4 with two outs -- it all comes down to this. So far it's been an epic battle between sales and IT in this year's company softball tournaments. Yes sir, it's all down to this at bat to see if the boys of IT can break the 5 year loosing streak against the folks of the sales department."

'Will someone shut that idiot up' Andy thought bitterly and then quickly cleared the thoughts from his head. There was too much riding on this to get angry... 'This is the day. This is the day...'

"Swing and a miss. At this point the hairy geek has got to be sweating more than a harlot in church on an Alabama Sunday summer morning."

'What the hell? Did Harry Caray have a one night stand with a southern minister?' Andy shook his head and focused on the pitcher. Just one hit and his plan would come to fruition. Just one hit and he'd take the whole IT team back to the house and share his home, his food, his wife and his wine. This gang bang was the one thing that brought his department together to try one more time to beat those asses from sales. She didn't know this was coming, but this very scenario has been her most passionate fantasy ever since he'd known her and she loves surprises so this should...

"What is the big man thinking? He didn't even swing at that one. So this is strike two. Looks like this is going to be a Casey At The Bat story. So folks I'd like to thank you for taking part in this year's tournament. Seat cushions provided by Parson's Pest Control. Do you have-"

'Will that old redneck shut up! God, I hate that poem. This will be the day. This will be the...'

"Holy Mother! The geek's gotten a hold of that one. Is it... Is it... It is! It's out of the park ladies and gentleman. The streak is broken. IT five, sales four. The IT department wins. The IT department WINS!"

'This is the fucking day.' Andy was all smiles while he jogged around the bases. As he rounded third base he saw his team running to meet him at the home plate.

"Boys", he shouted, "the party's at my house!"

2

"So when are we going to get down to this?" Michael asked as he squinted into the late afternoon sun. The nine guys of the IT team lounged around Andy's back patio. The smell of the last of the barbecue was mingled with the smell of fresh cut grass from a neighbor's yard. From the look on his teammate's faces Andy knew he couldn't make them wait much longer.

"OK. You guys start getting your women out of here and I'll go get Catherine ready."

"Get me ready for what?"

Andy's face sunk as he heard the back door open and the sound of the wives and girlfriends spill out onto the patio. Amidst howls and cheers from the guys Andy met his wife before she made it too far onto the patio.

"Honey, I have a surprise for you" Andy said using his smoothest voice as he led her back into the house.

3

"You set up what?" Catherine asked as her face showed a mask of fear, anger and... interest.

"I checked with every guy, they're all clean. They are into this and they promised to be discrete." Andy was starting to feel as if the walls of their bedroom were closing in on him. "This is the perfect opportunity for you to fulfill that fantasy of yours."

"That's not the point! You should of talked to me about this."

"But you said you wanted this to be a surprise?" It was Andy's turn to show a mix of emotion: fear, confusion and a hint of hope.

Catherine took a steadying breath and tried to calm her voice "But you big dummy, I started my period today."

Andy now understood her anger, he forgot about biology. With a sheepish, half grin he suggested "We could... uhm... go ahead anyway. I don't think the guys would mind?"

"But I would!" Catherine's anger was returning. How dare he surprise her like this?

"OK. OK. We'll just forget it. I'll go break it to the guys; they'll understand. They're geeks and are used to disappointment. I'll find another way to make it up to them... somehow." Shaking his head sadly Andy turned towards the door.

"Oh bullshit. Don't you try to guilt me like that." Catherine's tone froze Andy in his tracks. He realized he'd gone too far. Andy slowly turned back towards his wife. He was bracing for the storm that he'd caused. But what he saw shocked him; his wife was smiling.

"I know you were trying to do something for me and your work friends. You were trying. So give me a few minutes to see if I can figure out something. You run along..." There was a long pause and Andy could almost hear the wheels turning in her head "... and play with the guys."

Andy opened his mouth to say something but Catherine shushed him. "No questions. Go." And with that Catherine all but kicked him out of their home.

4

Nathan looked at his boss with concern "What do you think she's planning?"

The question hung in the air for a long time. The crickets were active and the moon was midway up the sky. The guys had been banished to the back yard for several hours now. The only clues about what was awaiting them was the sound of cars coming and going and the stray giggles that could be heard escaping each time the front door was opened and closed. The one time they tried to go inside they were greeted with screams of 'Get out', a case of beer, a gallon of tea and a mandate to piss in the tree line if they needed.

Andy shook his head and finally replied "I don't know man, I really don't know."

About 15 minutes before eleven the backdoor opened and Catherine stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, wearing a company league softball uniform.

"OK! Listen up boys. It's game time." Catherine's voice boomed across the patio and echoed into the night. She strode onto the patio, followed by the rest of the women. They all wore company softball uniforms.

Catherine stared at the guys who were all dumbfounded. She cocked her head and took a moment to look each man dead in the eye. A smile started to spread across her face, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Damn it men, go get your asses in uniform. We have a fucking game to play."

At that last comment the guys looked to Andy for a clue as to what they should do. He shrugged his shoulders and motioned for them to head into the house. With that the guys started to file into the house to get their game bags. As Andy started to follow his teammates, a soft hand pulled him to the side. Thinking Catherine wanted to explain what was going on he waited. After the last of the guys disappeared into the house Catherine, Micheal's wife Sarah and John's girlfriend Angie surrounded him as the back door was closed. Angie was almost unable to stop herself from giggling as she put her face near Andy's and asked, in a tinkling voice, "And where do you think you were going?"

Andy shrugged, hesitated for a moment and said in a confused voice "Umm... with the rest of the team?"

Sarah starred at him, unblinking and cold. She raised one eyebrow and said "But she said for the men to go get dressed." The stress on 'men' wasn't lost on Andy. It was at that moment that he noticed the telltale bulges in the women's tight fitting uniform pants.

"Guys let him be. Andi will understand soon enough. Angie would you make sure all the rest of the team gets to the field no sooner than 2:00am. Keep them... entertained until then. Sarah and I have to get our star ready." The way Catherine said his name, in a girlish, singsong way, did little to calm his growing concern.

As Andy watched Angie bounce into the house a knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Catherine saw him go pale and said, with mock sympathy, "Ah... what's the matter Honey? Don't you like surprises?

5

A silent stalemate set in on the patio while the three heard everyone exit the house, vehicles start, and then cars driving off into the night. 

"Where's everyone going?" Andy tried to sound nonchalant but it came out in a pinched, quiet whisper.

Keeping with her cold persona, Sarah replied over her shoulder as she headed into the house. "They are going to a strip club to get ready for the main show later tonight."

Catherine grabbed Andy's upper arm and led him into his own house. With a sarcastic voice Catherine added, "Come on sweetie. We have to go get you ready." Once the trio entered the master bedroom, the women sat Andy on his bed and stood over him. Andy finally found his voice. "What exactly do you have in mind? The guys go to a strip club and I have to sit it out?" 

"Not exactly dear" his wife said. Putting her hands on her hips, Catherine took on a slow, friendly voice. It was the type of voice you would use explaining a complicated problem to a child. "Quite to the contrary silly. You will be the center of attention." For the first time Sarah's facade broke as a slight giggle escaped her deep red lips. Catherine, ignoring her partner, continued. "I know you are a good man, and that you were trying to bring your team together, so we're going to help you. If a gangbang is what it is going to take to reward them, then they're going to get one." 

Andy wasn't sure where this was going but it didn't feel like a place he wanted it to. Always hopeful, he suggested "So you're getting a stripper for this?" His comment elicited a belly laugh from both of the women. Before they had even caught their breath Catherine let out, "No silly gurl, you won't have to strip."

Andy's heart sunk. As the women finished their laughter, Sarah walked over to the bathroom door and grabbed a plastic shopping bag. Catherine resumed her boss posse, hands on her hips with a stern look on her beautiful face. "You promised the guys that they'd get to fuck a hot slut and, since I love you, I'm going to help you keep that promise. It's really the same plan. The only difference is that you are going to be the hot slut."

Andy's head was rolling, but he was, by trade, a problem solver. "How about one of the other women? Did you ask them if they wanted to take the role. I mean the fantasy is common enough." While he started strong, the last sentence came out more like a pleading petition than a strong suggestion.

"Oh, I did! But," Catherine let a pregnant pause fill the room. She leaned forward and, putting her lips inches from his face, she finished in a soft, sexy tone, "they liked my idea better." The smile that spread across her face was a mix of triumph, eroticism and just a hint of pure evil. Catherine tweaked his nose, stood up and began to pace in front of him. "You see, you shared one of my deepest, most personal fantasies with everyone in your office. I told you that in confidence, in the throws of passion. Your betrayal of that privacy hurt me, deeply." 

Catherine's smile slid from her face for the briefest of moments. In that moment, Andy realized the mistake he'd made. He had hurt the person he loved more than anything else in the world. Catherine saw the look of pain on her husband's face and for a moment considered backing out of her plan, but that moment passed and she rationalized to herself that even if she wanted to back out now she couldn't. The plan was already set in motion.

"Ah, sweetie. I know you didn't try to hurt me." She bent down and lightly touched the side of his face. She looked deep into his big brown eyes and saw that he knew he was in the wrong. He couldn't hold her glaze and had to look down. Catherine lightly brought his chin up so she once again had his eyes.

"But you did." her voice matching the sadness in her husband's eye. "However," her tone becoming hopeful, "you can fix it and make everything even." The tears that had started to form at the corner of Andy's eyes began to dry as he asked "How?"

"Tit for tat dear. You gave away one of my secrets so I get to give away one of yours." She stood up and pulled over the chair from her makeup table. She sat down and leaned towards her husband like a conspirator in a some great scheme. 

"You see, after we exiled you and the guys to the backyard, I talked to the girls. And while a couple of the women even volunteered to help you guys out you had hurt us, all of us. You hurt them by offering their spouses a way to cheat on them, you hurt me by telling everyone my desires and you hurt all of us by not being honest. So I came up with a plan. First I pulled up your computer and showed the girls those sites you like to browse at night?" Andy looked confused, he often caught up on tech news after he got home from work. Catherine saw his confusion and smiled. "Oh, I don't mean the boring ones. I showed them the fun ones."

Andy's mouth went slack as his wife continued.

"I pulled the sites up for all the everyone to see and we went through your history." 

Andy's eyes went wide. He enjoyed pornography and had never been shy about sharing it with Catherine. In turn, she shared the porn she liked with him. That's when he first learned about her group sex fantasies. His taste for porn was wide and varying. He liked women, lesbians, lingerie, group, straight, and even a little bit of gay male stuff. But he knew at once what sites she had shown them. "Crossdressers." The word escaped his lips against his will. It was the one fetish he had that was the hardest one for him to accept. As such it had taken a long time for him to share it with his wife. 

Sarah took that as her cue to pull a pair of white stockings with bright red bows from the bag and drop them on the bed.

Catherine's voice took on a tone of evil joy. "Here's the deal honey. Tonight you can make amends to me, the other women and give your guys the reward you promised them. All you have to do is, how should I say, take one for the team." Andy heard Sarah mutter something under her breath about 'more than one' but he ignored it. 

"And if I can't?" Andy really didn't think he could go through with it. This was too much.

Shrugging her shoulders Catherine added, "Then all of the women have promised to never mention what they know about you to their men. The guys will go to the strip club thinking that a night with the dancers was their reward. And they will go back to work on Monday thinking you had bit off more than you could chew. Life will go on for everyone." 

Catherine let another pause hang before she added in a slightly hurt tone, "Except you will have to live knowing that you have betrayed my trust and didn't try to make it up to me when you had the chance." She knew he was just trying to make her fantasy a reality and really couldn't think badly of her husband. He didn't mean to hurt her and she felt no great animosity towards him. So as she looked down at her husband's shocked face she knew she was playing an evil game. But what Andy didn't know was that she had other group sex fantasies; ones she hadn't shared with him yet. The one she had in mind put her husband of over a decade in the staring role of just such a situation. When else would she get a chance like this?

Andy just sat on the bed he and his wife shared feeling like a monster. What had been an attempt to make everyone happy had just been turned on its head. For a moment he thought hard about saying no. Fantasy and pornography was one thing but these were his friends, neighbors and co-workers. He knew he couldn't face them come Monday morning. But as he looked up at his wife he knew he would do anything for her. And, if he was honest with himself, he'd seen a few transvestite gangbang videos that he found incredibly arousing. He took a deep breath, looked at the women, and asked with a great deal of resignation "What do I have to do?"

6

The woman hopped up and down squealing like school girls. The smiles that they shared almost made him change his mind.

"OK, first off you have to be more... feminine. " Sarah, the icy persona now lost for the moment, said in a surprisingly giddy tone. She waved her hand up and down in his direction. "That means all that hair has got to go." With that, the women all but drug him to the shower and began to strip him.

While Andy normally wouldn't have had an issue with two women stripping him down, he suddenly felt very self-conscience. Sure he was going to be dolled up but he still wanted to give a good impression. However, Andy was a grower and not a shower. And with everything that had just went down he didn't feel much like growing. "Uhm, ladies can I have a moment to myself. I .. err.. need... uhm ... yea". 

Reading his mind, Catherine chided him. "Give it up you little slut. For the next few hours you're our bitch and what you call your 'cock' isn't an issue. You don't even get to have a cock, you have...." Catherine drew a blank that Sarah was happy to fill in. "You have a clitty." Catherine and Sarah both shared another giggle at this idea. Andy started to grow bright red. With that Sarah undid his fly and dropped his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. She glanced down at his crotch and giggle "Yep, a little sissy clitty." The mild humiliation was actually arousing him; he felt more and more like he might be able to make a good impression after all.

The women were giggling at his obvious arousal. They began to alternate between touching him and each other. "Hey Cat, I think she likes it." Catherine nodded and added. "Oh, you have no idea how much he likes this. I mean he gets off on the most outlandish stuff. I mean we've been in bed after she's spent the evening looking at the 'gurls' and you wouldn't believe some of the fantasies she comes up with. 'Put me in panties.' 'Make be suck cock.' 'I want to be your slut." Catherine stopped to wipe tears that her giggling had caused. "Oh man, his cock... err... her clitty gets so hard she almost shakes." Both women broke into more laughter at Catherine's mocking. As Andy continued to remove his clothing, their giggling gave way to a deep tongue kiss. 

Andy couldn't believe it. Here was his wife telling her friend some of his most twisted fantasies. He felt betrayed, shocked and, most surprising of all, unbelievably aroused. He no longer had anything to fear about making a good first impression; his cock was harder than it had been in a long time. 

The women broke their embrace and Catherine stopped to look at Sarah. "Wait! Men get to have two hot women playing with them." She look at Andy with a serious expression. "This is your last chance. We can stop now and go no further. But," Catherine paused long enough to stroke Sarah's breasts through the uniform with an opened mouth moan, "you live with your choice." Catherine's hand roamed lower on Sarah's body. "However, if you accept, for tonight only, you quit being a man. You are going to be transformed into a gangbang gurl. Are you sure you want to go on?" Catherine was now masturbating Sarah through her uniform. Sarah's mouth was forming the classic O shape. Andy didn't think she was faking it. At this point he was quite enjoying himself and the live show that was happening in front of his eyes. He quickly accepted with a short, croaking "Yes". Catherine nodded at her partner in crime and the women shared a quick, knowing look. They were sure that their plan would work. 

It was now Sarah's turn to torment Andy. "Although", she started, "you won't be a woman either." She shook her head disapprovingly. "I mean look at those ugly balls." To drive her point home, she slapped his testicles with the palm of her hand. She was none too gently either. "So you obviously not a woman. You're going to be a 'gurl' and our little bitch." This was delivered with another slap of his now sore balls. The change in tone, and pain, was quickly deflating his erection. "You're going to be our bitch, our little slut." Sarah added three more shots to his balls in quick succession, the whole time giggling at the result the impacts were having. His cock was as flaccid as when he walked into the bathroom. This seem to please both of the women. 




Winning Incentive



Catherine reached over and lightly ran her finger over the much reduced length of his cock. She nodded, pleased with their handiwork. She addressed Sarah. "Much better. That looks more like a proper clitty for a horny slut." She turned to Andy "And do you know what sluts get?" Andy had suddenly become shy but Catherine was having none of it. She slapped his ball quite hard. Raising her voice she asked again "What do you sluts get?" 

Andy let out a sheepish "They get fucked." Catherine delivered another slap followed by a harsh squeeze. "Say it louder. Remember this is what you wanted. You wanted to see someone get gang fucked. You wanted to see a lot of men's cock in a hole. You wanted a surprise. So own it you fucking slut." Each sentence was issued with a crush of his testicles. "Besides, you've always wanted to be a little bitch. So tell me, what do sluts gets?" 

Andy had always been physically much bigger than Catherine but with the mixed emotions, the eroticism, the pain and the shouting he seemed strangely small at the moment. The rush of power was intoxicating to Catherine. She liked it and she liked it when Andy cried out from her crushing "They get fucked". Yeah, this was going to be fun. 

7

The next couple of hours was a mad rush to get everything done. First the women took to Andy with razors and creams to remove every bit of hair from his body; including his signature beard. Once the task was finished the women went back to the bedroom, leaving Andy to clean up. As Andy knelt, washing the last of his hair down the bath tub's drain, Sarah threw a box at Andy's feet. Confused he opened it. Inside he found a length of hose, a tube-like nozzle and a large red rubber bag. Sarah looked down at him "It's a enema bag. As a 'gurl' you have to be soft, sweet smelling and clean... inside and out. Before you shower, make sure that pussy-ass of yours is an inviting place for the men." With that she continued on to the bedroom. 

As Andy filled the bag he heard the women talking in the bedroom. 

"Is he going to be able to take a cock in his pussy-ass?" "Lady, you have no idea." Andy heard the bed springs squeak and then a drawer slide open. "When he's... err ... she's in the mood, this goes up that pussy-ass of hers." Sarah gasped. "I don't know if I could take that vaginally." "Yeah, she's a real size queen."

Andy's face felt like it was on fire as he lubed up the nozzle and worked it into his ass. He reached up and loosen the valve on the tubing. As the warm water flooded his rectum he had no choice to but to keep listening to women in the adjoining bedroom.  

"So does she talk a lot about gay sex?" "Some, but she's usually focused more on blowing guys than anal. I asked her one time and she said it wasn't as gay. I fuck her with her dildo once in a while but she said that a guy doing it would be gay." "But wait, how could it be gay? I mean it's only gay if a man is fucking a man." "Hey that's right! Hey, my little ass-cunt." Catherine shouted towards the bathroom. "Good news, you don't need to worry about being gay. Only men can be gay. So there's no problem with you taking some hard cock up that pussy-ass of yours."

Both of the women giggled at that.

"Yeah, a nice big, hard, manly, cock would be fun right now." Sarah reflected. "Oh, hell yeah. Just a couple of hot women and sissy slut. Our gurl could get him ready and we could enjoy a man's touch." Catherine started making soft, moaning sounds.

Andy couldn't see the women but the sounds were driving him mad. Over the next several minutes, Sarah and and his wife continued talking about hard bodied, well hung men and making mildly derogatory comments about what he would enjoy having a man do to him. He went through several refills of the enema bag listening to them. After he had passed two clear bags worth he showered, thankful that he couldn't hear them anymore. 

Catherine had taken his shampoo and bar of soap out of the shower and left him a pink shower puff, a melon and honey scented body wash and a set of pink, swirling shampoo and matching conditioner. As he washed his now smooth body, Andy couldn't help but touch his cock. One stroke and he was as hard as stone again. Just as he started a slow rhythm he heard the shower curtain rattle. Catherine and Sarah stood there laughing and pointing. 

"Oh my god, she is such a slut. She can't wait to get off." 

"That's enough of that. Besides, that's not a how a gurl masturbates anyway. Finish washing and get out of there."

Andy had never had a problem masturbating in front of Catherine but he now felt very ashamed. He dropped his cock like it was hot and finished washing off. As he stepped out of the shower the women attacked him with towels, oils, lotions and powders. When they finished he smelled like a mix between fruit stand and a flower shop. 

Sarah took his hand and led him to Catherine's makeup table. Over the next 15 minutes, his hard male features were softened and lightened. He would never be mistaken for a woman up close, but he sure wouldn't be mistake for a man either. 

"Better, but it's missing something." Sarah mused. Both women stood there for a moment considering what to add to the scene before them.

"Oh, I know." Catherine snapped her fingers. She pulled out a drawer of her makeup table and pulled a package of small, bright colored, plastic hair clips. The clips had small animals on them and were usually worn by youths.

"Andi had me get these to wear with a little school girl outfit I got a couple of years ago." As she talked, Catherine pulled Andy's hair back into a short, bob; the brightly color clips stand out on his dark hair. As she held one of the open clips in her mouth she mumbled, "I think this is just the thing to make her look innocent. Men like fucking sweet little gurls." Just when Andy thought he couldn't blush anymore his face turned a deeper shade of crimson.

Sarah let a high pitch squeal out. "Perfect! Now let's get her dressed."

As Andy stood up under Catherine's direction, he noticed an outfit had been laid out on the bed. It was bright white with red accents. There was a white top with small red bows around the waist line, a white garter, sheer white stockings with red bows at their tops and a pair of white shoes with 2" inch heels. Catherine walked up behind Andy and held him close. She leaned in and softly said "While you were out back with the men, I went shopping. Looks like we're going to have to make room in your closet because after tonight this is going to stay with your clothes. After tonight you're going to have to admit you like the thought of being a bitch. After tonight I'm going to have great fun turning you into a little sissy gurl whenever I want." She rubbed the bulge in her pants against the checks of his ass. "That is, unless you don't want to go on with this." She reached around and grabbed his cock. As she expected, his dick was growing hard. "Yeah you're a little whore." She kissed his shoulder, stroked his cock and rubbed her strap-on hard against him. "You're my little whore... and tonight I'm going to break you in."

Over several awkward minutes Andy struggled to put on the delicate items. He felt stupid. He was a big, hairy, or used to be hairy, guy putting on hose and garters. He knew he looked absurd but he was hard as he could be.

The last step was to put on the shoes. As long as he took small steps on carpet he wasn't too bad. To capture the moment Sarah grabbed Catherine's digital camera and took some candid shots of Catherine and her bitch. Andy was red faced but his cock was hard as stee, in each picture. Once the impromptu photo shot was done, Catherine pulled a pair of white, lacy, cotton panties up over Andy's garters and cock.

"That way we can get to that pussy-ass of yours whenever we want." Sarah explained. Once Catherine had gotten Andy's cock packed away, she patted him on the ass and asked with her other hand outstretched, "Shall we go?"

8

Before they had even made it to the car, Andy had noticed that a huge wet spot of pre-cum had spread over the front of his panties. 'Fuck!' Andy thought to himself. 'The front of my panties? I can't believe I'm thinking like this. The front of the panties. The front of the panties.'

As they walked into the garage Andy found his voice for the first time since he accepted his role. "I need a jacket or something... that way someone won't see me." Sarah was closest so she delivered the punishment; another slap on the balls.

"Gurls talk softer than that. And they don't ask, they beg!"

Andy balanced the humiliation that he'd face if someone outside saw him like this against the humiliation he'd already faced at the hands of these women. He swallowed and in his softest voice asked, "May I please have something to cover up with?" As an afterthought he added another pathetic sounding "Please?"

Catherine thought he was so cute. She walked over to him, placed her hand on the side of his face and pushed downwards. "On your knees bitch and beg me for it. Beg me for something to solve your complaining." She now understood why guys liked treating women like that in porn. It was an amazing power rush.

Andy slowly got on his knees, trying hard not to twist an ankle on the way down. Once he made it down, the hard garage floor hurting his knees, he tried again.

"Please, let me have something to cover up. Please. I want it." Looking up at Catherine's disapproving face he add, "I need... something."

Catherine smiled down at her emasculated husband and pulled something out of a bag she had carried from the bedroom. It was a pad with what looked like a short but thick black cock stuck to it. Off the pad was two long straps ending in a buckle. As she reached for his face, Andy started to back away. Catherine slapped him hard across his check.

"Slut, you are mine and you're going to wear this because I want you to." Her look told Andy that she wouldn't accept no for an answer. Gingerly he opened his mouth. Catherine quickly pushed the cock end into his mouth. The pad covered his mouth entirely. She reach around and buckled the gag around the back of his head. She reached down and kissed his forehead. 

"Good gurl. Now I don't have to hear you. You're a slut and I want people to see how much of a whore you are. Understand?"

Andy had no choice but to nod his head.

"Good. Now get your pussy-ass in the car. You have a promise to keep."

9

"Dude, what time is it?" Nathan asked for the hundredth time since they were dropped off.

"Two minutes since last time you asked." Kevin was tired of the question. Although truth be told, the short time they had been here did seem like it has been dragging by. But after the action of the club he guessed anything would seem that way.

In reality they had been dropped off by the front gates of the company's softball complex and given the key to the gate only about 10 minutes ago. Angie told them to lock the gate behind them and to go chill-out in the dugout as the main show was about to start. When they asked about Andy, all the women would say was that "he was busy getting the main act ready." After the hot action of the club. all of the guys were horny as hell so they didn't complain too much. All they really wanted was to get a chance to put their dicks in something hot and wet. They didn't really want to do anything to put that in jeopardy.

At exactly 2:00 am, the flood light above home plate came on. The bright beam momentarily blinded the eight guys in the home team's dugout. As their eyes became adjusted, they noticed their wives and girlfriends were standing in a row in front of them. From the control box, Andy's wife could be seen walking towards everyone. 

As she got to the line of women she called out, "Men! Have you had your asses kicked every year before this one in the by those jerks in sales?" After a moment's silence, a single, bitter "yeah" echoed in the darkness. Catherine continued. "And did you work your asses off to make sure that this wouldn't happen again?" A few more shouts of agreement could be heard this time, along with a call to break out the girl. They were getting into it. Catherine smiled. "And were you promised a gangbang if you got the job done?" The shouts grew bolder and louder. Time to reel them in. "And did you do it?" The response she got surprised her with its volume. 

Once they calmed she continued. "As you may have heard, the original source of the party is unable to fulfill that promise. Mother nature is a bitch." To that she heard some agreement, a few laughs and one "we don't mind". She ignored it. "So we've had to improvise. But don't worry you will get your just rewards." At that, all of the guys were clapping and cheering. Now that she had them worked up, she turned to her partners and gestured for them to move and revival the surprise. 

The women were blocking the guy's view of home base. As they moved aside the men could see that the plate was lit up under the spot light. Kneeling on home plate was a short haired brunette in a white lacy outfit. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she had some kind of gag over her face. She wasn't cute right in the face but her ass was hot. Wolf whistles and cheers greeted the unveiling as the guys charged the plate. 

But as they approached the plate they began to notice something wasn't quite right. John was the first one to put his finger on it. "Andy? Is that Andy?" As everyone got to home the comments came quick. From a few uncomfortable laughs to a whistle or two to a few angry questions about what kind of joke this was, the sentiments covered a wide range of emotions. Michael seemed to be the voice of those who were angry. 

"This is bullshit! I ain't some fucking faggot." Michael threw his hat at Andy to drive his point home. "You have to be fucking kidding me." Before he could explode any further, Catherine trotted over and got in his face. "Check that ...right now." Her tone shocked him long enough for her to make her point. "How would you be a faggot if you are the one doing the fucking? Use your head." 

"That's not the point." he said as he shook his head. After a moment of thought he continued. "Fuck this sick shit, I'm going home." As Michael started to walk away, Sarah called out after her husband. "And how are you going to get home? I have the keys Mr. Not-A-Fag." That got a few uncomfortable giggles.

"Well, come on and let's get out here. You don't want to be part of this!" Michael walked up and grabbed his wife's arm. A cold stare from her had him drop his hand away as if she was on fire. She looked at her spouse and, in a voice loud enough that everyone could hear, said, "Who do you think shaved that little slut's pussy-ass. I don't do that for anyone unless I'm going to fuck them." With that she kicked off her shoes, began to undo her belt and opening her fly. Michael's face looked as if it got stuck between emotions. In shock he stammered, "But... but... but we haven't talked about this." 

Sarah finished pulling off her pants. Around her waist was a new strap-on with a bright blue dildo that matched the IT's team color. She locked eyes with Michael. "And when were you going to tell me about the gangbang?" The women rallied to her cause and began asking similar questions of their men. The anger from Micheal's face gave way to fear. "But that's different." he said in a meek voice. 

Sarah kissed her husband on the check and pointed to the dugout and said "Either your a team player or you can get your ass back to the dugout. Its your choice." She turned her back on him and swaggered toward home plate. "Did you grab the lube Cat? I've got a hot little slut to bone." That got a round of applause from the women.

Catherine was digging through the bag she had brought. She pulled out a black bottle and tossed it to Sarah in an easy arc. Next she pulled out a large box of condoms and threw it on the ground in front of the confused men. "Andy said you were all tested clean so I'm sure he won't mind if you don't feel like using it. But if you mind here you go. Now men," Catherine stressed the term, grabbed her crotch, turned her head and spat on the ground. "I've got to go help my teammate fuck a slut."

10

Andy's wife was the first one up to bat. She rolled down his panties to just above his knees, the whole time talking about how she's going to love sharing her 'fucking slut' with her teammates. While he never saw the dildo she wielded he quickly realized that it was huge. With no warm up she impaled him with one stroke. Thankfully she stopped and played with his cock until the pain went away and his sphincter grew accustom to the toy's girth. After a few moments, Catherine began to make slow, gentle test strokes. After a few of these got a soft, moaning sound to escape from Andy's throat she held nothing back. She fucked him hard and fast. There was no love, no gentle play, only raw animal passion. The strap-on was riding her clit in just the right way that she was sure she could come. Looking down at her husband's stocking clad legs, all Catherine could think about was using her hurt to get off. After what felt like hours, but was actually closer to a couple minutes, Catherine came with a furious shout. She slapped her bitch's ass and gave it one last hard thrust. She looked up and grinned at the other women. "Who wants sloppy seconds?" Eight hands rose at once, along with a new round of cheers and giggles. The gang bang had started

What the women lacked in experience they made up for it in pent up pain and frustration directed at their men. In short order a mix of sweat and lube ran down Andy's thighs. His face had been pushed into the dirt, ruining his make-up. His stockings had runs and were torn at the knees. Between changing out people someone put a pair of catcher knee pads on him. He didn't know who it was but they got his vote for sainthood.

As each woman dipped their bright blue dildos into his ass, a cheer went through the circle that had formed around him. They were not subtle with their words or their cocks. He was 'their slut', 'their whore', 'their faggot'. It was humiliating and every time he thought he could take no more, someone would stroke his 'clitty' and he would quickly get a massive erection. This made him clinch his asshole hard and almost wish the dildos were bigger.

Between taking turns in Andy's ass, the women would tease the guys watching. Asking them what the difference was between a woman's ass and a sissy's ass. They would kiss each other, stroke one another's uniform covered breasts or cop a feel from the guys. Before even half a dozen women had made their way through the line, the guys could take no more.

Nathan was the first to break rank with his brethren. His joining the line was greeted by cheers, pats on the back and women pushing him to the front of the queue. Nathan knelt down behind his boss and started to undo his pants. Everyone got real quiet as he did. The pressure was to much for Nathan and he started to get up. Catherine knew that if that happened, the game would be up. She knelt behind the young man, whispered something in his ear, and reached around to continue undoing his pants. No one could hear what she whispered in his ear but when she fished out his penis it was quite erect. As she continued to whisper in his ear, she guided his small penis towards her husband's gaping asshole. Just before he entered his first 'sissy' Nathan found his bravado. He patted Andy's smooth ass and said loud enough for everyone to hear, "On my review last year, you said I needed to become more of a team player." With that he entered his boss' ass with his boss' wife urging him on. Nathan stayed still for a moment just enjoying the feeling. With a giggle Nathan asked "So, how am I doing boss?" His answer was the largest round of applause of the night thus far. 




Winning Incentive



In his excitement, and the rush to the front of the line, Nathan didn't wrap up. Within a few strokes Andy took his first load of cum. Catherine noticed and as Nathan moved away she scooped up some of the semen that leaked out of her husband's used ass and went around to his face. She knelt in front of him and whispered in his ear as another woman took her place in his ass.

"Honey, a man, a real man, with a real cock just took your pussy-ass' cherry." She rubbed some of the cum across the top of the gag, under his nose. "Now you're a real gurl...for tonight at least." She kissed his forehead and got back in line.

After Nathan, most of the rest of the guys decided to give it a go. In the next hour everyone except Michael had buried themselves, at least once, in Andy's bottom. His ass was spread wide open and had copious amounts of lubricate and semen flowing free from its depths. It was at that moment that Andy blessed his genius wife. With his eyes closed and the cock gag covering his mouth no one could see him smile. However, no one failed to notice him rock his sore bottom against them whenever they fucked him.

Just before sunrise the group noticed that one person was still in the dugout; Michael. First Angie called out to him and then Nathan. Soon everyone was begging and teasing their stand-off-ish friend to join the team. Slowly Michael walked over to the lewd group.

"I'm not a faggot." Michael said with force as he got to home base. 

Kevin, a database developer who was currently balls deep in his boss' ass, stopped and chided "Neither are we but look at how cute her ass is." That got a round of agreement from the rest of them.

Sarah walked over to Michael. Her hair had fallen from her ponytail. Her make-up had run. She was sweaty. She was dirty. But most of all she was unbelievably sexy. "It's not about gay or straight. Its about friends and fun. Everyone here is laughing and, from the mess at home plate, having a lot of fun." She looked up at him with a sweet pouting face. Michael couldn't help but smile down at her and hugged her. 

"And from the size of your erection you could use a little fun yourself." Sarah whispered in his ear.

"But I'm not a faggot, I won't fuck a man in the ass" he pleaded.

"First off, she's a sissy tonight. and secondly I think I can accommodate you. Give me a second."

Sarah broke the embrace and trotted over to Catherine and whispered in her ear. Catherine listened closely and then grinned. "Tell him to be quick, we've only got the park until sunrise." Sarah clapped excitedly and ran back to her husband and began to undo his pants. As he started to protest all Sarah could do was tell him to trust her. At the same time Catherine walked over to Andy's face and knelt down. 

"Honey, I've got one more surprise for you but you have to promise to say nothing.OK?" At this point Andy was so tired he agreed easily. She reached down, removed the cock gag and dropped it to the ground. At that moment Michael came into view of his boss. Catherine grinned "From here you can't even see her clitty. Think you can fuck this little whore's mouth?" Even though his jaw was tired from the rubber cock that had been in his mouth for hours, Andy couldn't close his mouth. Michael was hung! Andy doubted he could have wrapped his hand around the shaft of his friends cock. As Michael knelt before him, Andy had no doubt as to where that monster was getting ready to go.

Catherine stood up and cleared her throat. "I only ask one thing. Nathan are you up to go again? I what to watch the slut take it from both ends by a couple of real men." Nathan didn't need to be asked twice.

Both men got into position and began a rhythmic pattern. Andy gagged, chocked and cried. At the same time he drove as hard as he could onto his friends' cocks. The whole group watched and cried out encouragements. And that's when it happen, Nathan's cock found the spot that everyone had been hammering on all night. Andy's prostate could take no more abuse. Thick streams of cum shot all over from home plate from Andy's rock hard cock. When he opened his eyes he saw that his wife had noticed. Her eyes were wide and Andy was sure the grin on her face would have to be surgically removed.

After a few more trust Michael unloaded a huge load of cum down his boss' throat. So much so that Andy couldn't swallow all of it and most dripped onto the dust. It took Nathan a few strokes more but soon he was filling Andy's rectum once again.

Everyone seemed to agree via a silent vote that the party was over and began to get dressed. Catherine thanked them all and said that she would lock up. She stood next to Andy as everyone walked off the field, many with calls of "see ya' at work Monday". Catherine knew the women would have long talks with there men. They all agreed that what happened on the field would stay on the field. Well, most everything would stay on the field.

Once everyone had left and the field was silent Catherine pulled another item from her bag. In the pink and blues of pre-dawn she began to take pictures. Andy looked defeated. A mix of need and fatigue was painted on his face. Sometime in the night his palm had been scrapped and a bit of crusted blood could be seen on the side of his hand. The plastic hair clips had been ripped out of his hair and were laying broken on the ground. The lingerie was in tatters and hanging off his shoulders. Cum leaked from his ass and off his chin. His hole was a large, dark gape. He was the image of sexual assault ... and he was smiling. Catherine wanted to remember this.

Once she was happy that she had captured the aftermath for future sexual fodder she pulled the last items from her bag; cleaning wipes and a long robe. "Honey?" she asked softly. After a moment Andy looked up at her. The look on his face almost made her cum. She deiced that the growing warmth between her legs could wait as she knelt down and began to clean her husband. The whole time she told him how good of a job he did. How sexy he looked. How much of a man she thought he was. And over and over again how much she loved him. After he was as clean as she could make him she removed the heels, helped him stand, took off the knee pads and covered him in the robe. The cleaning and removal of the lingerie became a ritual to restore his manhood. Once he was stable she held him in a long and loving embrace. Once they broke the embrace they quietly watched the first rays of the sun come over the Eastern horizon.

"Let's go home, get showered and sleep." Andy smiled at his wife's words as she led him towards the car. After a few steps he took her hand and pulled her to a stop. She turned towards him with a worried look. Andy's smile reassured her. As he looked lovely into his wife's smudged face he made a simple request. "Can we lay off the surprises... for a little while at least."



Winning Naintara's boobs



This is a work of pure fiction. All characters in the story are above the age of 18. My first story so go easy on me please.




Naintara was fuckable. She was short, around 5 feet tall, had a brown complexion with black shoulder length hair. Although she was really thin, she had large lovely balloons jutting out obscenely from her chest. They always jiggled when she walked, always. She was, as they say, hot property in high school and liked the attention her disproportionately large breasts gave her. I always ogled at her in school because of how sexily she wore the all-white uniform. Her short pleated skirt was at least 4 to 6 inches above her knees and socks were never above her ankles. The top two buttons of her shirt were always undone displaying ample cleavage. Moreover, she wore colored underwear which showed through the clothing. I noticed there was a quick smile which flashed across her face whenever she caught someone gawking.

Everyone was always after her for a quick feel and openly passed lewd remarks about her large breasts. Sometimes, the boldest and horniest guys got really physical. 

One time there was a basketball match happening between our school and our biggest rivals. We were losing badly and everyone was in a tense mood. That did not stop a group of horny and rowdy teenagers from making juvenile, vulgar jokes about Naintara. They kept telling her to flash the rival team when they were about to take a shot to distract them. She flirted back and led them on. 

At one point after a lot of coaxing from the boys, she pulled her shirt out of her skirt and seductively pretended as if she was going to take it off once the players came on their side of the court. She liked being a tease. 

Suddenly one of the guys grabbed her from behind and started unbuttoning as she squirmed. A lot of the guys were watching her rather than the game, including me. At least a dozen erections must have sprouted in unison when her lovely turquoise bra enclosed breasts were exposed. The group of boys near her quickly huddled around her and covered her as she struggled to get her shirt back on, treating their eyes to a spectacular show. How I wished I could join in on the fun. 

She left the court crying with the guy who did the deed following her trying to apologize. They disappeared into one of the isolated areas of the stadium, where some unused bathrooms which were out of order were located. I guess she wanted the privacy. It was only when the match ended, which was almost 30 mins later that they came out. The guy had his arm around her right below her breasts pushing them up a bit. Both of them were laughing about something. I noticed Naintara's hair was in a mess and her shirt seemed very creased almost as if it had been bunched up. They both started going out the next day. 

Another incident I remember well was very surreal. It was pouring down hard and that day and there were muddy puddles forming everywhere. We all got soaked thoroughly when we were getting to our school buses. Monsoon was the best time in high school, the rain made the girls' white uniforms stick to their bodies and made them transparent. We always looked forward to that. 

Naintara knew what would happen if she stepped out into the rain. She was waiting till the last moment so that most guys had gotten onto their buses. But there was a bunch of them standing there like hawks, unabashedly waiting for that moment. She finally tried rushing towards her bus. In the heavy rain, you could completely make out the shape of her breasts and the distinct pointing nipples. In her hurry she slipped and fell into a puddle. 

It was quite a nasty fall and she was covered in mud. But a chivalrous army of horny brats rushed in to rescue her. One wrapped his arms around her upper torso, below the armpits, and lifted her to her feet, not at all being shy about squeezing her boobs. She used to wear spectacles to school but wore contacts for parties. I think her specks had broken, so she was having a hard time trying to get a sense of direction or of the identities of her 'good samaritans'. 

A couple of others taking cue, became more adventurous and went all out. They just started feeling up her body in the pretense of removing all the dirt. There were hands everywhere. On her calf muscles, on her ass, a few on her thighs going up under her skirt and of course, on her breasts. Finally after a couple of minutes of her struggling and trying to defend herself from all the helping hands one of her strappy ex-boyfriends broke it off and escorted her away. The guys exchanged some hi-fives, laughed and eventually dispersed from the scene of the crime. There were so many spectators. We all watched vicariously. I was so sure that this time there was going to be a complaint, but neither had she made one or anyone else. I guess none of the guys wanted to and most girls hated her anyway.

The third incident, which I am going to relate now, was the most memorable for me since I was involved. I had never explored a girl's body so liberally before that and none of my other encounters after that were so uniquely erotic.

One day, we were having a party at a friend's townhouse, a couple of hours from the main city. Naintara had just broken up with her boyfriend and had gotten really drunk. She was wearing a turquoise tube top with white daisy duke cotton shorts and black high heels. She was trying to walk back to the party after using the bathroom, which was a bit away from the main gathering. I and two others were on our way to smoke a joint in peace away from all the hustle bustle. From the looks of it she was quite wasted. We saw her trying to take small unsure steps, but she was going in the wrong direction.

'Hey! What are you doing out here? Need help getting back?' One of the guys with me called out to her which caught her by surprise as she had not noticed us caused her to lose balance.

I quickly rushed towards her and caught her before she fell. Her huge breasts were already on show, but now the top had slipped a bit more and was on the verge of revealing the goods. My friends mouths fell wide open as they gazed her marvelous cleavage pouring out. I was holding her up by her waist and she had her arms around me for support. Her breasts were squished against me and I could feel her hard nipples even through her top and my t-shirt. It was a heavenly feeling and the blood rushed to my groin instantly making me hard which made my penis pulse.

'Hey guys! You want to take me back to the party? I seem to have lost my way... been trying to get back for a while ... I think I just keep going round and round and round ....' she slurred out. The three of us looked at each other and grinned.

'Why do you want to go back to those snobs? We are having a party of our own, come join us.' 

'Yeah? You guys are the best! I didn't want to go back, those girls don't like me 'cause I have bigger breasts than all of them.' I don't think she even knew who we were. 

'Yeah you bet those girls are jealous of those lovelies!'

'They are the best I've ever seen! Just the cutest things.'

'You stare at them and they stare right back! Come! We have some stuff which will make you forget all those sluts!' 

She giggled and we headed out to the back where there were some trees and shrubs growing around a shallow pool. It was well hidden and obviously meant for more private events for the owner. Luckily I had been to that part of the property before and knew it to be an excellent place to smoke a joint.

The four of us sat down on the grass and lit up the joint. It was some seriously good stuff. We made sure that Naintara had enough drags to make her more buzzed than us. She was supporting herself against my friend Gagan who was heavy set guy with a dark complexion. Her head was resting below his armpit and her legs were bent. Gagan had his arm around her and was lightly stroking her upper thigh. The other fellow, Rishab, was the odd one out. He was much older, nearing his 30s. He was there with us because he was the supplier and during parties he usually waived off a lot of the cost in exchange for some expensive booze. He was usually very dirty and unkempt and had a bad reputation of being a letch. On various occasions he had tried to take a girl home with him. As far as I knew he had been unsuccessful.

We were flirting with her, making jokes about her breasts and bitching about her ex. At one point we were telling her that she was too sexy for him anyway and that he was a pencil dick. She kept laughing and blurted out, 'Yeah! That asshole could never get it up! I always had to play with it for a long time to make it stiff.' Then she became serious and said, 'But, he is quite huge. He's not a pencil dick. He is a biggest I have seen.' Lustily she smacked her lips unmindful of the fact that we were watching her.

She was lying down on the grass, her head resting on Gagan's lap. She was dangerously close to his erect dick which was making a tent inside his shorts. The three of us guys were wearing shorts and were bare chested since it was a pool party. The girls as usual dressed up well and got their swimwear with them to change into later. 

Rishab said indignantly, 'Oh please! I bet I have the biggest cock out of all you adolescents here!'

I retorted, 'Oh yeah! You wish!'

Then Gagan said, 'You guys are no match for me'. 

The testosterone induced fight had begun in front of the girl. We were all trying our best to take Naintara home with us. 

Naintara laughed and said, 'Come on guys, I'm sure you are all big! But I can definitely say that I have the biggest boobs out of all the girls here. I like a big hard cock sliding between them. HA HA HA HA HA.' She wanted to be the center of attention again.

'Oh yeah! Definitely,' I said.

'You bet Naintara, those are the most beautiful,' said Gagan.

Rishab was quiet for some time. You could almost hear his devious mind working, 'You know what? I think it is fair that the biggest dick and the best boobs get to be together.' 

Naintara started laughing again, visibly getting turned on by the conversation. Her nipples were poking through the fabric and her eyes were glittering. 'Oooh! But I wonder who the biggest dick is? Can't have a pairing without that can we?' She said teasingly.

'I think I know how we can settle this, we all whip out our buddies and you get to judge which one is the biggest. The guy who wins owns your boobs for the night.' 

Naintara suddenly became serious. I think she became uncomfortable because he used the word own.

'Oh come on! Don't become uncool like the rest of them! It's not like we'll do anything to you. It's just your delicious breasts that we get to play with and we won't hurt them I promise! Right guys?' I got a grunt of approval from both of them. 

'It's... it'll just be my boobs?' 

'Yeah! Absolutely!' we three shouted together.

'Noth.. nothing else ok? I don't want to be called a slut.' 

Gagan, 'You are not like those sluts! You are the best! Nothing else we promise!' 

She thought it over for about ten seconds. When she drunkenly looked each of us in the eyes one after the other while biting her lips we knew she would comply. 'Whip 'em out then,' she said.

She sat up seductively with her legs to one side. Gagan went first, he pulled his shorts down while sitting. He was semi-hard. Naintara twisted her body and looked down. 

Naively she asked, 'But how can I judge if you are not hard?' 

'Then you MAKE us hard.' Gagan quickly reached out to her tube top and in one pull tried to get them out. Naintara squealed. It got stuck right above her nipples so he just scooped them out with his hands. The effect was instant, his dick started rising up and getting hard under the fascinated gaze of Naintara. He kept her breasts in his hands mauling them frantically. 

Naintara didn't seem to care, 'Hmm... looks quite big'. He was around 6 inches, but thick.

'Oh you can't just say that, you have to measure the length and girth.' Gagan said.

'But how do I -?' Before she could finish, he pulled her tiny hand to his dick and wrapped it around his cock. 'That's girth.' Then he placed her palm with her fingers stretched out along his cock. 'That's length.' 

I got up, stood in front of her and let my shorts fall. I knew I was around 6-1/2, but my balls are big and hang really low, giving the impression that I am bigger. I was fully hard but still knelt down in front of her and palmed her breasts. Oh it felt so good! I don't think I had ever been so hard in my life. 

She reached out after 5 seconds of staring at my penis. 'Girth and length,' she measured herself. I didn't want to move but I felt Rishab's hand on my shoulder. 

'Step aside kid, my turn'. He stood looking down at her, 'Kneel!' he commanded. She obediently followed. 'Take it out.' She reached up to his white shorts, the profile of his shaft very clear. 

Breathing heavily she peeled them down slowly. 'Oh my goodness-' She squinted and pulled her head back by reflex, as if she had smelled something fowl. She probably had. He was easily 7 inches, but nowhere near the girth of Gagan and my balls were definitely heavier and larger. His was a strange looking one, long and slightly curved even when still. It had a very small base which made it seem disproportionate and alien. His was also the hairiest and dirtiest of the lot. 

'I WIN!' he announced triumphantly and pushed her down on the grass roughly and straddled her with his legs. 

Naintara shrieked and demanded him to stop when he opened his mouth and attacked her breasts. He latched on to them like a leach and seemed like he was attempting to drain out every bit of fluid from her. He held them steady with his hands as she tried to wriggle free and dislodge him by beating his back. 'Stop it! Stop it!' she cried out. 

'They are my property now! I'll do what I want with them slut!' he said aggressively. His demeanor had completely changed. As she tried to resist him, he pulled her nipples hard and slapped her breasts. We could see she was getting very uncomfortable, almost panicky, looking towards us for support. But strangely, her predicament turned me on even more and I could tell Gagan was feeling the same way since he was stroking his exposed dick. 

'But - but I never said - I didn't say you were the biggest. Gagan is thicker and Rahul's balls are much bigger.' 

I don't know what Naintara was thinking when she said this, but I guess she was trying to just get herself free from her captor. Probably hoping that without consensus she would be let go. I have to admit, she was at least thinking that much in her state. But to both Gagan and I, it seemed like an invitation. We both rushed to them. Gagan tried to pull Rishab from top of her as he tried to cling on, in the process lifting up her lower half. I held on to Naintara by locking my arms below her armpits and pulled her from behind. 

I was not going to waste a single second of this opportunity. Trying to imprint every little detail of her lovely boobs I squeezed, mauled and bounced them with my hands committing to memory their softness, their malleability and the hardness of the nipples. They were definitely a handful. From my position behind Naintara I could see Gagan tackling Rishab and easily pushing him aside onto the ground. 

He turned around and looked towards me. My hands full of those supple globes. He slowly started walking towards us, his eyes bloodshot, his penis at full mast. It was a scary sight. He was the heaviest set of all of us and I doubt that he could be stopped from getting what he wanted even if we got two more people to help us take control of him. I removed my hands from her body and slowly moved aside. Gagan got down on all fours and covered the last few feet to his prize like a hungry bear. He grabbed on to Naintara and started feeding on her savagely. He was not only sucking on her breasts, but he was chewing and biting, not hard, but enough. She was starting to moan. 

Gagan was dry humping her now, his penis rubbing along her thighs. I think we all knew that eventually there would be a need for us to release. He pushed her down and positioned his penis between her breasts and tried to titty-fuck her. It was an awkward position and he couldn't get it just right. Frustrated, he gave out a loud grunt, got up and pulled Naintara up on one of his shoulders and proceeded towards the shallow pool. 

'Wait! Wait! My shorts will get wet. Don't! Let me just go get changed into my swimsuit,' Naintara cried.

Gagan put her down and swiftly pulled her shorts down with the tube which was around her waist, tearing some buttons in the process. He picked her up again, removed the pieces of clothing entangled around her heels and threw her into the pool. He sat on the side, dipped his legs into the water and motioned Naintara to come to him.

She waded up between his legs. Gagan lifted her by the arms so that her breasts enveloped his penis, then straddled her body. She held her breasts with her hands and started rubbing them up and down his cock. Because Gagan's belly was in the way, he had to lean back a bit and still her face was resting sideways on his stomach as she pleasured him. I sat down next to Gagan waiting my turn. Naintara's head was turned towards me, her eyes were closed and she was moaning as she pleasured Gagan's cock with her breasts. Gagan's hold on her weakened slowly as he drowned in pleasure. Her body started slipping down and Gagan's cock was soon hitting her chin. Involuntarily she just took him in her mouth and started sucking. The head barely fit into her mouth. Gagan suddenly let out a loud barbaric groan and put both his hands on the back of her head and impaled her on his cock. Her fingers were digging deep into his thighs. I could hear her moan as she sucked on his huge member. Gagan started moaning loudly and bobbed her head on his cock in a rhythm. The joint was getting to me and I shut my eyes. All I could hear were Gagan's grunts and Naintara's mouth making gargling and slurping sounds in between her moans. After a few minutes I opened my eyes when Gagan let out a cry and pushed her face down hard onto his crotch before collapsing on his back. Nayantara didn't move away she kept sucking his cock till it got soft and she had swallowed every bit of cum it had spouted. 

After she was done, she looked up at me with glazed eyes and smiled naughtily. She was really not in her senses or, the joint really made her horny. Either way, I parted my legs and she came in between. Still looking into my eyes she put her tiny hands on my balls and massaged them. Her tongue reached out slowly and lightly moved along my balls and up my shaft and down again. Lapping my left ball she took it into her mouth and softly started chewing on it. It was ecstasy. After a blissful minute she let go, placed her hands on my thighs and boosted herself up from the water. He mouth opened up wide and after she came back down, my cock was at least 4 inches deep in her mouth. Her tongue wickedly worked my cock head as she sucked. After a while she started bobbing her head up and down. She took my length in slowly, as much of it as she could and then withdrew. Her wet lips gripped my shaft and her mouth was like a vacuum. Just when it seemed like my dick was about to pop out from her mouth, she lunged in again. Oh! It was heaven. She kept at it for another 5-6 mins or so, that is the maximum I could last with her treatment. My breathing became heavy and I held on to her head tightly. Anticipating my release, she gobbled up as much of me as she could and this time didn't withdraw. Her eyes were closed and her eyebrows tensed up as she kept sucking hard trying to make me cum. My dick started spurting cum down her throat. She kept me in her mouth till I went soft. 




Winning Naintara's boobs



Just as I was getting hard again I was pushed aside by Rishab. He grabbed a fist-full of her hair and pulled, 'My turn slut! Get up! Get up! Out of the water!'

Naintara screamed, 'Ow! Let go, I'll come out!' 

She boosted herself out of the pool and while she was on her hands and knees was pulled along on the grass to a pool side chair where Rishab sat down and spread his legs. She obediently positioned her wet and muddy body in between and started working Rishab's obnoxious cock. 

He was smirking away and was obviously enjoying the control he had over her. Just as she was getting into a pace he would make her loose her rhythm by suddenly jerk her head up, slapping her face or by push her head down hard and keeping her in that position, making her gag. 

After 5 mins of playing around, he started face-fucking her. He forcefully held her down onto his shaft by wrapping his arms around her head. She beat his thighs and let out loud squeals for him to stop. I couldn't see properly but she might have taken his entire length. Finally, when his panting increased and thrusting stopped, she broke free and fell back on the ground. Disgustedly she spat the cum that was still left in her mouth, a lot of it dripping down from her mouth on to her neck and breasts. It took her a while to catch her breath. 

She got up to collect her discarded clothes and headed towards the bathroom in an unbalanced walk, she still had her heels on. That's when I noticed the pink thong wedged in between those gorgeous and tight buttocks. The soil stuck to her wet skin making the scene even more erotic. I had this incredible urge to get up and stick my hand in her crevice. But before I could take the decision to act, Rishab got up and quickly followed her. His eyes glued to her ass. Just as she opened the door to get in he smacked her bottom hard, making her squeal, and then pushed her inside. 'Let's get you cleaned up!' He gave a very evil grin as he closed the door behind them. I heard the latch shut. This was going to be a long night. 

To be continued...



Winning Over The Ex Ch. 1



I was home for spring break-after all, not all of us hungry college girls can afford a trip to Cancun-and I was bored. There isn't much to do in our small New England town, and I jumped at the chance to take a forty-five minute drive to Walmart (yes, there are places in America where it takes forty-five minutes to get to a Walmart). Sammie and I walked around, she buying towels for the house she had just bought with her long time boyfriend, me goofing around with the toys in the kid's section. I'll never grow up. 

I was telling her how badly I needed to get laid when I looked up and stared straight into my ex's eyes. I blushed and stammered. "Um, hey, Josh… how're you doing?" He looked a little uncomfortable himself, never being one for conversation. I smiled up at him and asked him what he was doing this week, and he kind of looked over his shoulders and said, "not much." I followed his gaze to a girl looking through the birthday cards aisle, half watching him. Ah, I thought, so this is the new prize. Not much to look at. I wondered if she got him as hot as I used to. Looking up at him, I could tell the answer was no. His eyes were just as intense as they used to be when we were dating. 

I'd always wanted to fuck him, and never understood why he broke up with me. I had been a virgin when we were dating, and him too I think, before we graduated and I left for college, and he went to trucking school. That had been about two years ago, and things had changed for both of us-but I was still hungry for what I'd never gotten from him. I smiled and wrote my aunt's number down on a scrap of paper. "I'm housesitting this week. You should give me a call-we could talk about old times." I gave him a quick wink since we both knew we had never spent much time talking when we were dating. He stuffed the number in his pocket and mumbled a goodbye to Sammie and I and walked back to the girl he was with.

Sammie and I headed back home and I went to my aunt's house, I stripping off my clothes and heading for my aunt's very large bathtub, putting on the water and some hot low music on the stereo. I slid into the bath, the steaming water loosening my muscles. I ran my fingers up and down my thighs, teasing myself as I thought about Josh. I hoped he would call. I wanted to show him exactly what he had missed out on. I shaved my legs and then my pussy, savoring the smooth soft skin. After I finished, I started playing with my clit, moaning loudly. I had left the door open, since my aunt's house was secluded. Suddenly I heard the sound of a throat clearing and I looked up to see my best friend Jacob standing at the door to the bathroom. 

"How's it going?" He asked with a laugh. I smiled at him. 

"Want to wash my back?" I asked. He came in and took the washcloth from my hand and ran it over my back softly, while my hands strayed beneath the bubbly water. Jacob and I were very close friends, and lately we'd been having sex regularly-not often enough for me, since I could never get enough of his cock. Looking down at him now I could see he was hard and I took my wet hands and undid his belt. He pulled off his shirt, shoes and socks, letting me unzip his pants and push down his boxers, my wet hand fondling his cock. "You look awfully dirty, Jacob… maybe you should climb in." 

He got in, sitting in front of me, leaning back against me, rubbing his back against my soapy breasts. I reached around him and stroked his cock while he rubbed my legs. His cock was throbbing, and I could tell he wanted to cum right away-the tenseness of his body was delicious against my softness. I had already cum earlier, and didn't mind helping him and his beautiful cock along. I soaped my hand up and stroked him faster, kissing his neck as he breathed heavily. I took my other hand and ran it down his back, teasing his ass while I stroked him faster. I slid a finger into his ass and wiggled it around, listening to him grunt. It was all he needed to push him over the edge, and he came all over my hand. 

"Mmmmmm yeah…." He said as I washed the cum off of my hand. He smiled at me, and kissed me softly. "I needed that, Eileen-thanks." 

"Anytime," I replied with a wink. He got up and toweled off while I finished washing. I got out and pulled on clothes. I could hear Jacob in the living room, putting on his shoes. I knew he was going outside to have a cigarette, and I was just about to follow him when the phone rang.



Winning Over The Ex Ch. 2



I walked over to the phone and picked it up. It was Josh, and my heart thumped in my chest, getting damp just listening to his voice. We made small talk for a few minutes, and I invited him over for a movie that night. He got the directions from me, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I grinned as I hung up the phone. Jacob looked at me. "And who was that, that made you talk with that girly flirty voice?" I just laughed. I told him it was my ex, and that he was coming over tonight to "talk about old times." 

He laughed at that. "Like you guys ever did any talking." He gave me a little look. "One cock's not enough for you, huh?" and I knew he was wondering why I was going to have random sex with my ex when I could have him. He didn't understand-it had always been different with Josh. He had worshipped my body in a way that Jacob had never thought to-the only complaint I had about friends with benefits. And I just had to show Josh what he had missed out on-I guess I was still a little angry that he had dumped me.

Jacob and I sat around the house for a couple of hours, watching cartoons and smoking a joint. Finally I kicked him out, wanting to have a little time to prep for Josh's arrival. I slid on a tight white top and a short flowered skirt-I usually didn't wear skirts, but Josh had always made me feel so much like a woman. I pulled out a couple of movies, knowing full well that they wouldn't get watched-but a girl's gotta make a show of it, right? 

Josh pulled up at exactly eight, and I looked out the window to see that he was driving the old familiar pickup-how many times had we gone parking in that thing! I smiled because he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and he looked so macho. He was such a man. Going to an all-women's college makes you appreciate things like an attractive guy in t-shirt and jeans a whole lot more. He came in and I smiled at him, we made more small talk. I was barefoot, and I led him through the dark kitchen to the half-lit living room. He sat down on the couch, and I asked him which movie he wanted to watch. He said he didn't really care, so I grabbed the nearest movie and bent down to put it in the VCR. I knew he had a great view of my ass, and I purposely leaned down a little further. I stood up and walked back to the couch where he was sitting. 

"Want anything?" I asked him, standing directly in front of him as the previews started. He looked me up and down and said that he was all set. I grinned and plopped down next to him, curling my legs up underneath me. We sat in silence for a few minutes. The movie started, and I stretched a little, my top riding up. I could see you watching me, pretending not to. We'd always been a little shy together-but I was past that. What I want I get these days. I half smiled and stared at the TV, knowing he was watching me as I rubbed my leg, my skirt moving up my thigh as I traced patterns on my hot skin. I wanted him to touch me, and my hand moved higher up on my thigh. 

He was watching my hand, and I looked over at him and caught his eye. I'd never been able to look him in the eye for very long when we were dating-his eyes were so dark and intense and they made me weak in the knees. Now though, I stared directly into them as I licked my lips and turned towards him. I took his hand and placed it on my bare knee. He looked down at his hand and moved his thumb back and forth across my skin, looking back up at me. I leaned in and kissed him softly, half-climbing into his lap. "I'm not as shy as I used to be, Josh," I whispered in his ear, "I want you to touch me-I want you to fuck me." 

I heard him take a deep breath as I kissed him again, this time settling in his lap. He was already hard, I could feel him underneath me. He kissed me harder, sliding his tongue into my mouth just like he would slide it into my pussy later. I trembled at the thought, and spread my legs a little wider, his hands caressing my inner thigh. I wasn't wearing underwear-an old habit from our dating days-as he noticed with a smile. "You naughty girl," he whispered, running his fingers up and down my already pulsing pussy. 

"You have no idea," I laughed back, moving seductively on top of him. He groaned and found my clit, my legs shaking as he teased it. He slid a long finger inside of me and I grinded against it. He gently pushed me away, long enough to take off my shirt and bra. 

He groaned again, "God, your tits... I've thought about your tits ever since we broke up." He took my heavy breasts in his hands, as much as he could, my ample breasts overflowing his hands. He remembered what I liked-squeezing and twisting my nipples, he buried his face in my breasts. He sucked and bit, making me moan. He smiled and pushed me away from him, laying me down on the couch. He kissed his way down my stomach to my freshly shaved pussy, kneading my thighs with his hot hands. His mouth found my clit and I moaned loudly-there was no one to hear, after all. 

"Mmm, Josh..." he slid a finger into my hot pussy, first one, and then another, fingerfucking me while he sucked on my clit. My legs were trembling around his head and he looked up for a moment, watching my face as I arched my back and ground against his hand again. I was close, so deliciously close. I begged him not to stop. "Please Josh, please... make me cum" I whimpered. He worked my clit harder as I bucked against his hands, riding out the best orgasm I'd had in a long time. I yelled (I've never been quiet) and he moved his fingers in and out of me faster. 

After I came, I sat up and pushed him back, straddling his jeans. "Mmmm... anything. Anything you want it's yours-anything." He kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on him. His hands slid up my thighs to my ass, his fingers digging into my soft flesh... he found my asshole and started teasing it. "Is that it, Josh? You want to fuck me in the ass?" He didn't say anything, just pushed a finger inside of my virgin ass. "No one's ever assfucked me, Josh... if you want it, it's yours." 

He slid his finger deeper in my ass and I pushed against his hand. I pulled off his t-shirt, rubbing my breasts against his bare chest. I pulled away from his hands and started undoing his jeans, kissing his stomach. I took off his jeans and took his cock in my hand, stroking it and looking up at him. I licked his head teasingly. He groaned and pushed my head down on his cock. I obliged, taking him all the way into my mouth, moving up and down his cock. He was throbbing, and he pulled me away from his cock, and stood up. He turned me away from him, facing the couch, ass in the air. He slid on a condom and wet a finger in my pussy, pushing it into my asshole. I grunted and then he slid his cock inside of my still hot pussy, thrusting a few times for good measure. 

I groaned as he slid out of my pussy and pushed into my ass slowly. I'd never been fucked in the ass before, and it was painful as my tight ass stretched with his cock. He slid further into me, and I caught my breath. He began to move slowly, grunting as he pulled out and thrust back in. I reached my hand underneath me and fingered my clit as he began to move faster. He slapped my ass and I gasped- I'd never known he was so kinky. "You like that, huh?" he said. I just nodded and he slapped my ass again, slamming into me. 

A low moan started in my throat and I rubbed my clit harder. Suddenly he pulled out of my ass and slid into my pussy. It was unexpected and I moaned loudly as I came. He kept fucking me hard until he grunted and pulled out of me, rolling me over. I sat up quickly, pulled the condom off and took his cock in my mouth, milking the cum from it. He groaned loudly and buried his hands in my hair. "Yeah, that's right... Mmmm..." I licked the last of the cum from his cock and looked up at him. 

"Damn, you're hot," he said. He leaned down and kissed me softly. I pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "Stay the night and I'll show you how hot I can be." He nodded and I grinned. Ahhhh, I finally got what I had always wanted from him. And I'd get it again, I'd make sure of that.



Winning Over The Ex Ch. 3



Josh stretched, and I got dressed, stood up, and went outside to have a cigarette. When I came back in, he was on the phone. I pretended to flip through the channels on the tv, listening to his conversation. 

"Yeah, Jo, I'm going to stay down here at Andy's. He's having some people over, and I'd like to have a few drinks, you know." There was a pause and he sighed. "Yeah---no, no, I'm just hanging with the guys. I know I told you I would stop by tonight." I walked over to him and ran a hand down his back, kissing his neck. He cleared his throat. "Listen, Jo, I'll talk to you tomorrow." He hung up the phone and turned around, kissing me deeply. "You're a bitch, Eileen. You know that, right?"

I grinned. "Aw, did I interrupt you and your little girlfriend? You dirty liar." I winked and kissed his chest and then looked up at him suggestively. He just shook his head. I laughed and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed lights coming up the drive – it looked like a truck. Probably Jacob, I thought. I smiled to myself. Well, if he came in, then he'd get quite a show.

I put on some music and came back to the bedroom to see Josh lying naked on the bed, hands behind his head. I began to strip for him, sliding my clothes off as I walked closer to the bed. I leaned over and kissed him, letting my breasts rub against his chest. He groaned and reached for them, but I backed away. I wanted to tease him all night, play out all those fantasies I had been too shy to suggest when we were dating. I wanted to push him to the edge – I wanted to show him what a good thing he'd been missing all this time.

I tugged on my nipples, rubbing my tits together. I knew I had his undivided attention, and I put a leg up on the bed, running my hand along my thigh, teasing my pussy with light flicks of my fingers. I rubbed my clit, throwing back my head and moaning. I slid a finger deep into my pussy, rotating my hips against my hand. "Mmmmm..." I looked up at Josh and licked the finger that had been in my hot pussy. I beckoned him towards me, and he came over eagerly, running his hand up my thigh. I pushed him back on the bed, turning and straddling his face, taking his cock in my hand. He licked me with relish, sucking my lips and driving his tongue deep into my hot cunt. I gyrated against his face, taking his cock into my mouth.

"MmMmmmm, yeah..." I arched my back. "Oh, yeah... Josh, eat my pussy... that's right..." I stroked his cock. I heard a sound from the doorway and I looked up to see Jacob watching us. I licked Josh's cock suggestively. Jacob grinned and came in quietly. Josh had no idea it was Jacob's mouth on his cock as I rocked my hips against his face. He grunted into my cunt as Jacob took him deep in his throat. I was so turned on, watching Jacob suck Josh's cock, Josh's tongue dipping into my hot pussy while he rubbed my clit. I moaned louder as I came, Jacob watching me from below. I leaned and whispered in Jacob's ear. 

"Better get out of here before Josh sees you..." I kissed him and winked. "Stop by tomorrow and I'll tell you all the juicy details." He smiled at me and left, throwing one last glance over his shoulder. 

I swung my hips around and licked my own juice from Josh's lips. I straddled him right above his hips, his cock hard against my ass. My hands dug into his chest as I rubbed my ass against his cock. "Ughhhhhhh... yeah, honey..." Josh grabbed my hips and pushed me back against his cock harder. I lifted up and teased his head with my dripping pussy. I looked down at him, loving every second and every expression on his face.

"You want me?" I asked him. He nodded, rolling his palms over my tits. "Tell me," I said, rubbing my lips along the head of his cock. "I want you, Eileen," he choked out, his hands biting into my hips. "You want my hot pussy on your cock, don't you, Josh?" He groaned. "You want me again, don't you?" He groaned again. "Yes... yes... I want you... now!" He pulled down hard on my hips, sliding into my tight wet cunt.

I moaned loudly. "Mmmmmmmm yeah..." He said. I looked down at him, rocking my hips against his hot cock. His skin was hot and slick with sweat and I dug my nails into his shoulders and rocked faster back against him, getting louder by the second. "Yeah, ride it like that honey... mmmm... yeah..." He pinched my nipples and then moved his hands back down to my hips, rocking me faster. I moved against him, my hips moving in circles. He sat up and rolled me onto my back, thrusting in me faster. I moaned, my breath coming in gasps. 

"Fuck me, fuck me... fuck me Josh..." I begged him, my nails digging into his back, bucking up against him. "Mmm huh... yeah, ohhhhhhh yeah" I moaned as I came. He pounded me faster, his balls slapping against my ass. He groaned loudly and I felt him shudder. He pulled out of me and collapsed next to me on the bed.

It was several minutes before either of us could speak, the sound of heavy breathing filling the room. He leaned over and kissed me again. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "Right," I laughed, kissing him again. "No-you are." He ran his hand down my side, and pulled me closer to him so that my head was on his chest. He was warm and his breathing was slow. He was rubbing my back, and I started drifting to sleep. So much for all night, was my last thought. And then I smiled and stretched against him, throwing a leg over one of his. Oh well, there was always the morning.



Winning Over The Ex Ch. 4



The sun was bright in my eyes, and I groaned and rolled over, throwing an arm around a warm chest-I awoke with a start. Oh, it was Josh – I'd forgotten.. I grunted and rolled over again, slamming the pillow over my face. I hated mornings. Just as I was drifting off to sleep again I felt a hand on my hip. I smiled underneath the pillow, but didn't resurface. Let him think I was asleep – I liked the thought of him waking me up in style. The hand was warm as it moved up my side. He moved closer to me, and I could feel the heat of his naked skin the whole length of my back. His cock was already hard and it rubbed against my ass. His hand smoothed around and cupped my breast, gently teasing my nipple. He nuzzled the back of my neck and then kissed just below my ear. He slid the pillow off of my head and I squinted in the sun and turned towards him. 

"Mornin, beautiful." He grinned, kissing my lips. I mumbled something incoherent and he laughed. I can't imagine what I looked like, my hair all tumbled around my face, my skin all red and blotchy. Josh didn't seem to mind, kissing me deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I moaned and kissed him back. He pulled away and I moved onto my back, my hands sliding up his chest. 

"Mornin'," I replied. I was still half-asleep, warm from the sun, and I could feel myself getting wet, Josh moving over me, his weight pushing me down into the bed. He felt so good and I stretched against him, pulling him down for another kiss. Waking up to Jacob had never been this nice – usually he just made some comment about my breath and then grunted about being awake at all. Josh was a morning person, something I was definitely coming to appreciate as he leaned down to nibble my nipples.

I sighed, and ran my fingers through his hair. I could feel every inch of him along me, and as he kissed me again I was startled by how beautiful it was, his body on top of mine, his lips teasing my throbbing mouth. Just like that, it was as if we had never broken up, and all the emotions that I had experienced for the first time with him came flooding back. It scared me shitless – and I moved impatiently underneath him. It was just sex, and that's how it should be. I rocked my hips, wanting to block out the emotions with the heat of sex.

Somehow Josh knew what was happening-he knew that I couldn't look him in the eye. He kissed my neck softly, whispering the same words he used when we were dating. "Beautiful, so smooth, so soft…… Eileen…." I shuddered as he said my name and he kissed my stomach. I was breathing heavily, and I could feel his own hot breath right above my pussy. I whimpered – "Josh…" I whispered, as he slid a finger slowly into my pussy. He nibbled my tummy, sliding another finger into me as his thumb circled my clit. I was numb with pleasure, my blood rushing through my body and throbbing through my fingertips.

He moved up, spread my legs wide and stared directly into my eyes as he thrust slowly into me. I tried to look away as he filled me, but he took my face in one of his hands and ran his thumb over my lip. "Look at me," he said as he drew out and thrust deeply into me again. I moaned and my eyes closed. "Look at me, Eileen," he said more insistently this time, starting a slow and heavy rhythm. I looked up at his dark eyes and moved with him, my breath ragged. We were in perfect rhythm together, each of us knowing exactly what the other wanted, the beat slowly growing faster and stronger. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, and Josh leaned down to kiss me. "I want to hear you." We went crazy together, my cries loud over his harsh grunts, both of us pushing towards orgasm. Suddenly, he was there, his face contorting in pure pleasure, trembling. My arms were around him and the feel of him shaking against me pushed me over the edge, my hips bucking wildly against him, my own body shuddering.

We lay there, all of his weight pressing down on me, our skin slick with sweat. He was kissing my neck softly, trying to catch his breath. I stared at the ceiling – who was supposed to conquer who, I wondered. We both knew that something beautiful had passed between us. He looked at me and kissed me softly. "I should get home," he said. 

"Alright, but if you're planning on stopping at your girlfriend's house you might want to shower….. maybe throw a little beer on your shirt or something…." I should have shut my mouth. It would have served him right to get caught. But there was no way I could hold a grudge against him now, and besides, I had gotten what I wanted from him.

We both showered and threw on clothes. Before he left, he kissed me deeply. "I had a great time," he said. "Me too," I smiled back at him.



Winning Shireen Back: Akbar’s Narra



 "Shireen's Story" was narrated by her husband, Akbar, in the first of this series. The second instalment had Shireen filling in significant gaps that Akbar had left out. After Akbar had influenced Shireen to become much more liberal in her views to sex, their views had come into conflict following a Super Bowl party thrown by close friends. A number of readers suggested a sequel to the stories. "Winning Me Back: Shireen's Narrative" picked up from the end of the Super Bowl party and gave the reader her point of view of events that next transpired, including the way the distances between them were removed. That narrative, however, left some parts unclear and some open to suggestion. Akbar now gives us the fourth, and final, part of the saga, providing closure on those unanswered questions. Enjoy!

I – Apres Party

"Starting this moment, I will sleep with whoever I want and whenever I want to, and that includes you, and you will not say or do anything about it!" 

This was an ultimatum that I did not ever want to hear, but had no grounds to debate either. After all, I had led Shireen to that conclusion and would now have to handle the consequences, whatever they may be. Unable to believe I had allowed nearly a dozen strangers to fuck my hot and sexy wife, guilty about not confessing that her last pairing was not consensual but rape, uncertain about her state of mind, and definitely stung by her assertion that I had brought her down to the level of a cheap whore because of my deviant desires, I decided to quietly bear the barbs and to get her home from the party that Hernan and Kerri had thrown. The events of the past night had worked her up into a state of disgust for herself and almost certainly for me. It was only fair that I found ways to win her love back, however tough the road ahead was going to be.

I should have been happy to have been blessed with a loving wife like Shireen. There was no reason at all to doubt her sincerity in bed or the fact that she loved me deeply. I really had no cause to be looking for jollies other than with my ravishingly hot missus. Yet I had fallen into the old male malaise of seeking variety. Not that I did not love Shireen or look forward to fucking her; it was just a question of "what if" and "why not." She had reluctantly agreed to a tryst with Hernan; that had by now turned into an affair of sorts. It was not a question of a love triangle between the three of us, far from it. Rather he had helped expand her horizons to the point where making love to multiple partners in a single night had been acceptable to her. Oh I had my share of other partners the same night too. But putting my scintillating wife out for the crowd at large to fuck and fondle had meant that I certainly was the loser in the bargain. 

Was I jealous that she had now been with so many lovers? Not really, the experiences she gained with Hernan had translated into tremendous lovemaking when we were together. Had I not been turned on by her sexual growth? Sure I was, her inhibitions were long gone and she was open to suggestion. Was she losing her looks by being so promiscuous? Of course not, the sex on the side was certainly giving her a confidence and beauty boost and her frequent choice of fashionable yet revealing clothing reflected this fact. So why was I bothered now that she was comfortable with her sexuality; after all had she not hit a peak in sexual awareness? 

It was quite simple to understand the conflict in me. So long as I had Shireen to myself, she was always the trophy to display and occasionally allow a little polish on to, such as that provided by Hernan when he was first invited to fuck her. Now that she was in the public domain, so to say, I could not bear the thought of anyone else's hands on or cock in her.

Shireen jumped out of the car as soon as we entered the driveway. Though it was broad daylight and quite cold, she ripped off one garment after another and entered the garage almost naked. She had put the Eagles cheerleader costume on again upon the conclusion of the party, and it seemed she could not wait to get it off her body. I was certain she was going to burn those garments at the first opportunity. As I brought the car inside, I was stunned by the order I got from her as she stood nearly naked in the doorway, the cold weather helping her tits look even perkier and pointed than usual. 

"Akbar, go straight to the office, I want to be alone," her intent was clear, "and please do not bother calling me today!" 

Arguing would serve no purpose. I had to hold off any apologies for the time being, even if I was worried that she may not be there when I returned in the evening. The uncertainty gnawed at my mind as I pulled out of the driveway and headed to the office. 

I noticed someone waving at me from one of the neighbouring houses and acknowledged the greeting. It was Derrick, a high school going kid who lived a few houses down with his mom. Derrick had helped me with odd jobs on occasion, but had been most useful to Shireen when some furniture had to be moved about and I was on a trip. 

"Hey Derrick, how are you?" I pulled over and figured I could enlist his help. 

"Not too bad," he replied, "you just getting home now?"

"Yeah, the party was quite a distance from here and we stayed overnight," I kept the lurid details to myself.

"Anything you need done around the house?" he asked, almost hopefully.

"Actually, Shireen is not feeling all that well," I beat about the bush, "perhaps you can do me a favour, stop by during the day and see if she needs anything."

"You can count on it, I'll pop in right after school this afternoon," Derrick assured me and I felt better that someone would be keeping an eye on my rather pissed off wife. He appeared genuinely happy with the task I had given him and was certain Shireen would be looked in on. 

Derrick was completing high school later in the year and was a star athlete on one of the teams. He was a good looking fellow and must have been popular at school with the cheerleaders. But he could appreciate quality and I had noticed him staring at Shireen a little longer than necessary, and perhaps with some lust, on the few occasions we had all been together. I could not blame him, Shireen was certainly worth looking at and he was a hot blooded teen. 

Derrick's mom Jenna was a single parent, who had never mentioned his dad to us. Since she was no more than in her mid-thirties, it is likely that she got knocked up in school but had the baby anyway. That said, she looked years younger, still dressed provocatively and could turn a few heads. Shireen and I had joked about my getting a hard on for her a few times when we had seen her mowing the lawn in non-existent hot pants and cleavage baring blouses. Shireen had become friends with Jenna and I doubted there was room for three in that particular relationship. Still I felt assured that Jenna and her son could be asked to help if Shireen had any issue or mishap on that particular day. That was great comfort under the circumstances.

The office folk quickly surmised that things were not on the level with me. Firstly, I had never appeared unshaven before. Secondly, my eyes were visibly bloodshot from both not sleeping and stewing over my predicament. Thirdly, I was not really dressed for work on a Monday. Most tellingly, I was brusquely short with my greetings and conversations with everyone, something I was not known for. Thankfully most of the folks decided that I probably had partied late and was not going to be good company that day. 

I prayed that there was no work emergency that would require my senses to be finely tuned. For some time that held true as post-mortems on the football game were the conversation of choice, nearly always trumping business. Since I did not know much of the game, I was left out of such talk, though this created pregnant pauses for me to think back on events of the night before.

Had I not truly been an absolute asshole? Did I really have to take Shireen down the path she had been on? Was it not my fault that she was in such a foul mood? Should I not have treated her differently, enjoying the fact that I had a babe like her for a wife? The answers to all the above queries were resoundingly "YES!"

I could not resist calling home. The phone was likely off the cradle as I continuously got a busy signal. I wondered if she was at home and would still be there when I returned. Or maybe she was spilling her feelings out to the one person I knew she could, Hernan! That could explain my inability to get through. Sure enough I tried Hernan's line and the busy signal there only confirmed what I was thinking. 

My mind told me it was time to go and confront Hernan. Yes I had started Shireen off on the present track, but it was he who had created the circumstances for our current discord. Though I had not thrown the party and was as much at sea, as Shireen, about the way things had progressed the night prior, I wondered why my wife blamed me for what had happened rather than her other lover till then. I told my administrative assistant that I was heading out on an errand and drove to Hernan's house. It was just around lunchtime and I wondered if he would be there, and whether Shireen would be with him. 

In no time at all I had driven to his fairly sizable home. There was no question of my entering through the main door in my mind, even though there was no reason for me not to do so. I wanted to see if things were indeed at the level that I had imagined. The back fence was not locked and I made it into the house through the patio entrance. I could hear a TV but found no one watching the program on the set in the family room. The stairs indicated my next destination as I heard voices coming from the master bedroom. 

It did not take more than a few seconds for the voices to register, Hernan was in there and Shireen was with him. So she had called him and taken refuge at his place. My anger began to rise. I slowly opened the door and peeped inside. They were seated on his bed, fully clothed, and Shireen was crying up a storm while narrating her lists of complaints against me. Hernan reached out and brought her head to his shoulder, eliciting more sobs from her. 

"It's okay sweetheart, you did the right thing in calling me, see I brought you here in just a few minutes," Hernan consoled her. Apparently they had not arrived back much earlier than I had. 

Shireen kept crying and soon he began to rub her back, shoulders, neck and legs. Every so often they would talk a bit more. She kept on about how she had wanted no one but me, yet I had forced her into whoring herself out. How I wished Kerri had not given her the cash the night before. Shireen may have gotten over the orgy as a one-off occurrence, but the sense that she had prostituted herself was not something that was likely to go away anytime soon. I held back and wondered what other secrets she would bring out and how things would progress from that point between them.

Hernan continued to whisper soothingly to her, his caresses becoming increasingly intimate. At one point he hooked his hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to his. She moved into the kiss without any resistance and soon their mouths were as one, their tongues intertwining. For the strangest reason I stood riveted at my spot and they did not notice either that I had already entered the room and was standing next to the door looking at them.

It did not take very long from when they started kissing to Hernan's fingers finding their way to Shireen's jacket and undoing the buttons. The slight blouse underneath appeared to also fall off her shoulders as the jacket was removed. She did not have a bra on and his mouth closed on her tits, sucking them for a fairly long time. Hernan pushed her on to the bed, slid off her pumps and worked her pants down. In seconds she was lying threadbare with her thighs invitingly open, as he disrobed to join her. Those milky thighs caught his attention and he placed his mouth over her cunt and licked her till she begged him to stop. Sitting up, she grabbed at his cock and enveloped her lips over it. Hernan let her suck, without coming in her mouth, till she indicated her desire for vaginal penetration. 

It was really weird that they had not noticed me yet and I did not make any attempt at gaining their attention either. Hernan entered her and she hung on to him, her legs encircling his waist. He understood she wanted action and he began to speedily pull in and out. Shireen scratched him mightily across his back, blood seeping from some of the deeper gashes. He did not care and kept at her, kissing her mouth, tits and neck with hunger. Considering that he had been a key participant in the acts of the night before, I was amazed that he had regained the stamina to fuck my wife so energetically. And the wanton desire that Shireen was displaying was a side I had never seen. She wanted to be seriously fucked and he was complying with gusto. After an eternity of them turning each other over, while still joined at the middle, Hernan grunted and let go. Shireen also tensed and achieved yet another release. She fell back on the pillow and closed her eyes, still feeling the effects of a further orgasm to come. As Hernan pulled out of her, I was shocked to see that he had not put a condom on, the first time that I knew he ever did that while fucking her vaginally. Was she not concerned about getting pregnant or did she not care about the possibility anymore, I wondered.

This realization suddenly forced me to move towards them and pull Hernan off Shireen. He simply mouthed a hello and rolled off to one side of the bed, his cock still full erect despite just having deposited a load into her cunt. Shireen used her elbows to push herself up against the headboard. As I searched for words, she gave me a piece of her mind.

"You really think you can treat me like a whore and not suffer any consequences," she raged, "you need to realize your errors Akbar, it is time to WAKE UP!!"

I jerked up in my office chair to find my assistant Linda shaking me intently.

"Akbar, wake up, c'mon, get up, Oh God is he okay?" she was almost screaming. A fair sized group of folks had gathered in my office to see if all was well.

It took a moment or two to realize that I had been having a most vivid dream. Firstly, I had never been to Hernan's home and perhaps neither had Shireen. Secondly, he did not even live within the state and had thrown the party at premises that had been rented for the purpose. Thirdly, he had told me the night before that he was heading that morning to Miami and then on to Quito for some business. Fourthly, I truly was a dickhead for having treated Shireen in the manner that I had. If only she would give me an opportunity, I would try to make it up to her. 

"Are you okay," Linda sounded concerned, "I was shaking you for five minutes perhaps and was just about to call 911!"

"Sorry about that," I apologised to her and the gathered crowd, "I definitely had a very late night and should have rested more at home."

The crowd dissipated and I began to focus on the task ahead. There was something to do immediately. Shireen was not answering the phone and I figured that was deliberate. Linda, sensing trouble on the home front, slipped me a note suggesting that candy, flowers and jewellery were good ways to make up. The candy did not sound appetizing and the jewellery would be too ostentatious, but the flowers seemed just right. I called a florist close to home and asked for an immediate delivery with an attached message:

"Dearest, to err is human, to forgive divine! I do not know if and when I will find forgiveness, but I will do my best to ensure we stay in love. You tell me the steps to take and I will follow."

I just hoped this would work. Or perhaps it would help break the ice. I waited for the hours to pass so I could go home late and not face her ire yet. To confirm that my dream was simply make believe, I got a call from Kerri, who was at Miami airport with Hernan, thanking us for being such great participants at the party. At least I knew that things between Shireen and Hernan and for that matter between Kerri and myself were just pure sex and variety, there was no love or further complexity involved. 

2 – Helpful Neighbourly Advice & Doings

I was hopelessly optimistic in my belief that the flowers would do the trick. Shireen was already asleep in the guest room when I dared to return late in the evening. I was happy to note that the flowers had been received and that they were nicely displayed in a vase in the living room. Well at least she had not flung them out as I had feared. 

I caught a bit of sleep and was up at dawn to go to the South Asian market in town where ethnic breakfast items could be had as early as 6 a.m. I managed to load myself up with quite a few delicacies and had the table ready when Shireen walked down to the kitchen. I took her hand, which she wordlessly gave to me, and led her to a chair. Preparing a plate of food, I set it in front of her. 

"How are you feeling this morning?" I asked, "did you sleep well?"

"Thanks for the lovely flowers, Akbar," she replied, trying to remain civil, "you did not have to send them."

"Shireen, darling, I cannot say how sorry I am to have put you in this situation," I had a pained look of sincerity on my face, "and I know that I have to do much more to fix things."

"Well you have already begun your apology," apparently she did not feel like ribbing me too much, "let's take things slowly and as they come," but she was not letting me off either. 

I rose, pulled her up from the chair and hugged her. She did not resist and this gave me hope that things were on the mend. Shireen allowed me a few light kisses to the neck and lips. I upped the ante and undid her nightie so that she was nearly threadbare. Just as I figured I would make love to her and all would be well, Shireen extended her arm with some effort and pushed me back. I was truly disappointed.

"Not yet," she told me, "maybe not ever," an ultimatum that I hoped would not hold true as she walked back upstairs to dress into her day clothes. 

There was no sense in hanging around. I had lost all appetite for the food. The smart course of action was to head to work since I was already dressed. For the second straight day in many years of marriage she had not given me a passionate kiss in the kitchen as I headed out to the garage and then to the office. There was no question we still loved each other, it was just that a real demonstration of that affection, not to mention atonement, was now required from my side to pull us over the crest of the mountain. 

The next few weeks, and months, took the same form, with both of us steering clear of the other, except for necessary conversation. The guest room was now my sleeping and moping about area. Shireen rarely stepped out of the main bedroom. Meals were rarely had together, but there was always fresh food ready for me when I returned from work. Something had to change the status quo. 

I had a long overdue business trip that was going to keep me out of town for over a week. On one hand, this would leave Shireen alone at home; on the other, perhaps distance would make the pain fade out. I noted that she did help get me some of my stuff and was okay with a quick peck to the lips as I took the taxi to the airport. The business trip went as business trips go, hotel, office and back to the hotel. Normally I would look up friends in any city I was visiting and try to have a social life post work hours. This time around, the trip being to Idaho, I really did not know a soul and could only be impressed with the potato-growing prowess of the state for only so long. In addition, with Shireen keeping her distance and just a short call each day to gather that both of us were otherwise fine, there was too much time on my hands to not worry about the situation we were in. Thankfully the final leg of the trip was through Chicago and I would have the opportunity of picking her a worthwhile present. On the positive side, I was able to spend a lot of time going over what had happened. Hindsight is indeed 20/20 and I could see where I should have dialled back things a bit, rather than letting them proceed headlong. A hundred plans formed in my mind, each being rejected for some reason or the other. I was just not finding the right way to atone, yet I was also beginning to feel that Shireen was carrying things a bit too far. 




Winning Shireen Back: Akbar’s Narra



Shireen appeared genuinely happy upon receiving the lovely necklace with a single ruby and small diamonds in it that I had bought in Chicago for a princely sum. It did get me a better kiss than I had received from her in months. I was on the right track, but had to realize that gifts alone would not suffice, a real demonstration of my love for her would. But at least things were moving, if slowly, in the correct direction. I was also surprised, though pleased, to find out that she had been tutoring Derrick in Math for a few days, so the fellow could pass the course, graduate high school and take the scholarship a northern university had offered him. She certainly seemed well cared for, perhaps Jenna or Derrick were doing favours for her that she appreciated. It certainly was a blessing to have such nice and helpful neighbours. 

I ran into Derrick a few days after returning from the trip, just as I was heading out to work. He insisted I pray for him, so he could pass his Math exam later that day. I told him I was confident that Shireen would have done a swell job and the smile on his face indicated that he had indeed been the recipient of good tutoring. He appeared touched when I stepped out of the car, got on my knees and invoked the good lord to let him have whatever pleased him that day! I made a mental note to inquire how things went when I came back.

That return happened about three hours sooner than anticipated. A gas leak at the office premises caused the company to shut things down for the day as a precaution. I drove home much earlier than normal to be surprised by Jenna coming out from the side doorway of our house. 

"Hey Akbar, you're home early," she started a conversation, though I had a disquieting feeling that she was uncertain of my presence at the time. 

"Yeah there was a shutdown at the office," I let her know, wondering why she looked so concerned.

"That might be to my advantage," she responded, "Derrick has taken Shireen out for coffee to thank her for the help with the Math, leaving you and me alone for now."

"Oh did he pass?"

"My darling he nearly aced the final and was able to pass the overall course; he is headed to Wisconsin soon," she was beaming. 

"Congratulations to both of you," I was quite happy to see things working out for them, "and where's my celebratory champagne?"

"Now that you mention it," she thought for a moment and added, "why don't we make it a grown-ups event and go kill a bottle or two at my house while the kids are away?"

"That's okay, I am game," I agreed, "but you were just in our house?"

"Oh yeah, that was to drop a gift basket for you folks, a measly coffee would not suffice between us now would it?" she gave me a good reason, "and you do know I have the spare key for your home."

Jenna sided up to me, grabbed my hand and led me to her house saying that Derrick and Shireen should be back in a couple of hours. That seemed like a long time for coffee, but frankly Jenna's company sounded pretty good to me at the time. Come to think of it, the amount of flesh on display, given that she was in a fairly short skirt and clogs, was a better look at the feminine form than I had experienced since the party months earlier.

In her kitchen, she quickly pulled out a chilled bottle of wine and two glasses. In no time at all she had a nice mix of appetizers on a tray also. Picking up the stuff, she led me to the living room. We had just sat down on a sofa and began to lay into the goodies, when she realized that she could not find the corkscrew. 

"Just give me a minute and I'll run over to the neighbours and get one," she said and I was surprised to see that she headed to our place instead of just going next door. 

She was back in about ten minutes and explained that she knew where Shireen kept her kitchenware. She also told me she left a note saying that I was at her place and Shireen could stop by if back from the coffee date. It sounded quite reasonable and after the bottle was opened, we were soon toasting everything under the sun with every sip we took. 

Jenna also kept closing the distance between us on the sofa and at one point I found her next to me, one leg over mine and her hand rubbing my chest. I was about to question her when she simply grabbed my neck and brought her lips to mine. Months of celibacy had taken their toll and, while thoughts of Shireen continued to run through my mind, my body responded encouragingly to the stimulus Jenna was providing. 

As we continued kissing, her hand wandered down to my crotch and undid my zipper. My belt was similarly unbuckled. Jenna placed a foot in one trouser leg and pushed down, taking my pants almost off. She sat in front of me and jerked my pants and jockeys off masterfully. My cock was at full extension and her mouth soon engulfed it. As my hands tousled her considerable mane, Jenna licked my cock up one side and down the other, kissing and teasing the opening. My mind kept telling me my participation in the act was wrong, my body kept forcing me to continue. The body was too weak to resist and I simply let Jenna push me down onto the sofa, climb onto my torso, place my cock in her cunt, and begin to fuck without care or condom. 

I had been expecting her to be quite accommodating, but was surprised by the tightness of her cunt. I figured she was not as easy as Shireen and I may have thought her to be. But she was welcoming and hot, giving as well as receiving full value for the sex. I did not last long and soon flooded her insides. Reality struck that I had not taken precautions and that there could be repercussions. Jenna sensed my concern since my cock suddenly decided to revert to a non-erect condition.

"Don't worry, I have no intentions on having another kid, even with someone as nice as you," she assured me, "I am sure I am not fertile right now and even if I am, Dr. Kassabian will know what to do about consequences!" I got the feeling that she had certainly used the services of said doctor at times.

"No, don't you go thinking I have aborted any babies, Derrick's the only one I ever had," she explained, "it's just that I do know Dr. Kassabian can be of help should a situation ever arise."

Jenna removed the rest of her garments. I could see that she had indeed taken good care of her body, be it at the gym, at work or at home. She worked as a realtor, and so could keep her own hours. Given that there were just the two of them to worry about, she told me her tendency was to work the minimum hours necessary to pay the bills and save some for a rainy day. Her beauty would certainly also be an asset for her work, though I could not say how much she made use of her looks, or her body, to get customer assent. With Derrick receiving a scholarship and on the list for future athletes to watch, it seemed her duties would end totally in the near future.

I followed her upstairs and into the bed without a word. My cock had regenerated and I was soon buried inside her. We managed a nice rhythm in a few moments and Jenna moaned with pleasure every time I pushed down into her after nearly taking my cock out of her cunt. This time around I was able to control things and delay my orgasm considerably. When I finally came, Jenna had a dazed look in her eyes. I lay atop her for what seemed like half an hour.

We heard a door opening downstairs and then Derrick calling for his mom. She indicated that I should remain in bed and headed out of the room in a hastily put on bathrobe. I wondered if Derrick got to see our clothes in the living room. I stayed in bed as I could not really walk down buck naked with him around. Jenna returned by and by, after I heard the main door shut and a car start up. Apparently he was headed out again. That did, however, mean that Shireen was back at home. I started to get out of bed, having fucked Jenna twice already. 

"Don't even think about going home right now," she said, "your wife is certainly at home and was happy about being out with Derrick, but first we need to have a talk."

I wondered what this was about but went along with the flow of things. Jenna rejoined me in the bed and I figured she wanted another round before I could head home when she started rubbing my cock. Instead she surprised me with a point blank question.

"Why are Shireen and you having marital problem? You seem like too perfect a couple to have issues like we do in the West. Aren't your Pakistani ways more towards solving problems than letting them fester?"

"What gave you that idea?" My cock jerked in her hand. 

"Come on Akbar, six months ago you were always seen hand in hand, going out to events and obviously in love. I have not seen you together for some time." 

I started to interject, but she quieted me with a finger on my lips, while softly stroking my penis.

"Hell, you did not even notice me in my teeny weeny bikini at the Epstein's party last summer; today you are making love to me with intensity!"

I had definitely noticed Jenna at that party, but so had the entire male component at the event. Jenna had taken the old "teeny weeny polka dot bikini" song to its literal representation and caused many a raised dick at the event. As it happened Shireen had, however, also worn a rather striking swimsuit that had highlighted her figure, and was gathering her share of attention. I also had less reason to look around since Shireen was ensuring that I was by her side. Most of all, noting that my attention was still being diverted, Shireen had led me around to a set of bushes just out of sight of the pool, dropped to her knees and sucked me with an intensity that I still dreamed of. It was not Jenna's fault that I had ignored her at the time, but a blow job would trump a teeny bikini any time! Jenna, however, had now correctly assessed that things were now amiss between Shireen and me. There was a need to come clean. 

"We have had some issues since the end of January and Shireen has not been very happy with me," I gave as little of the detail as possible.

"Well did you have an affair to piss her off or something?" I felt my cock suddenly lose its erection. 

"No, not exactly, but I think she did not like the fact that I wanted her to be more open with her sexuality."

"You did what?!!" she tried to interpret my response, "did you have your darling of a wife fuck someone else because you were seeking variety, you dumb ass?!"

Jenna was a whiz at summing up what had transpired and I told her some of the story, without delving into the entirety of the situation. She had a knowing look on her face and the way she shook her head confirmed her belief that I had been a first-class idiot. Jenna was astounded when she heard about our participation in the orgy and unexpected aftermath. 

"So are things going to get worse, resulting in separation or divorce?" she asked, "or are you man enough to realize the error of your ways and go win her back?"

I did not have to say anything at all, but she understood that I wanted things to patch up and quickly. Jenna brought my head to her shoulder and held me in a comforting manner. Her fingers worked themselves around my penis again, but my mind was on other things. 

"What do you suggest I do?" I asked honestly seeking sound advice. 

"Try to appreciate her as she is and rekindle the spark in your life."

"I can't just go in there and assume all is fine," I did not think Shireen was yet ready for peace.

"I have an honest suggestion for you," she continued, "why do you not take a holiday in some nice locale, just that each of you go to a separate place and maybe even with a different partner."

"And how would that help?"

"It would help you make an effort to get the poison between yourselves out of your systems and also to have a final fling before returning to normalcy," she laid out her suggestion, "the proviso being that you come back as if nothing ever happened in the few months and resume your very loving relationship." 

"Well I have tried a number of things without success and am open to doing this," I was ready, "but do you think Shireen will have the same point of view."

"That you let me worry about," she took the challenge on, "I have asked her over tomorrow afternoon and will play marriage doctor with her too."

"Marriage doctor," I said out loud, "I do not know any marriage doctors who first fuck their patients and then counsel reconciliation!"

"There's always a first, Akbar," she had pulled me on top of her having ensured that I was up and ready through her ministrations, "and your fee for the consultation is to take me to a fancy restaurant for dinner after you fuck me again right now!"

I did not get home till very late. Jenna drew a nice bath and we spent an hour or so cleaning ourselves off. Yes we did go to a fine restaurant in the city and enjoyed a great meal. She gave me a worthy blowjob in the parking lot of the place before I dropped her home. She also surprised me by asking if I was going night fishing on the weekend and wondering if I could show her the process. I did not have plans but made some anyway, since it was certain that Shireen would not be interested and fishing was one of my rarely managed passions. I caught a lot of fish that Saturday night and the experience of fucking Jenna in the process, and in the middle of the lake while the fish bit, was a novel experience in itself. I did feel somewhat guilty about making love to her, but had the sense that she would help smooth things between Shireen and me. I wondered how long it would take and whether the cost would be acceptable. 

3 – Separate "Vacations"

"Hi lover," it was Jenna on the line, "Shireen wants to get things back to normal between you two." She had called me at the office the day after her tea party. 

"Well thank the Lord for that," I felt somewhat relieved.

"And she warmed up to the idea of a vacation."

"Thanks for letting me know," I appreciated her help, "so what's the plan from here on out?"

"Hey, I deal in concepts," she jokingly responded, "the execution is up to you! But I will be watching out to see how things go."

Jenna had played a typical consultants role here, showing me what needed to be done, without filling in the interim details. Certain aspects had not yet been touched upon. Where to go? What cost was involved? What length of time to be away? How to broach the idea with Shireen? And perhaps, most important of all, who to go with since it would probably not be platonic in nature! 

Jenna helped with part of the solution. Very simply she asked me to be direct with Shireen about the need for both to go on a vacation. Given that she had talked separately with both of us, she figured we could take things forward from there. I hoped she was right and decided that it would be better not to risk a situation at home, but to see if Shireen was up to a meal at a restaurant where our voice level would remain civil if things got out of hand. 

Shireen agreed to have dinner at a nice Japanese restaurant close to the house, telling me to pick her up at 7:30 p.m. She was standing outside the house just as I drove up, dressed in a nice shalwar kameez that had been sent to her by the family in Pakistan for her recent birthday. By accepting the invitation she had kept channels open. By dressing conservatively, however, she had signalled that this was but an early phase in the entente. Still I was overjoyed that she was coming along.

Dinner itself was civil, the food was nice and the atmosphere friendly. We made irrelevant small talk through the appetizers and soup. It was during the main meal that I reluctantly stated what I wanted.

"Shireen dear, it has been a while since we have been on a nice vacation," she tuned in instantaneously, "and I am wondering if taking one now would be good for us."

"I was thinking along the same lines Akbar," she advised, "but feel that there are still things to be sorted out."

"Shireen darling, I know I have not been very nice lately," I committed myself, "and again I am truly sorry for messing things up."

"That's fine, maybe I am also responsible for some of the trouble," that was a surprise. 

"So you were saying about reservations you have," I probed.

"Akbar, perhaps we do need a little time away from each other," she was openly helping me out, "frankly a couple of weeks may give us time to reconsider our situation and either fix it or ..... I don't know what!" 

That was not exactly what I wanted to hear, but did roll the ball forward. Shireen was willing to take time away, and had set a two week timeline. But the uncertainty about things getting better or worse scared me. Still she was now indicating the direction to take and at least I could see a better than even chance that things would improve.

"Oh I am sure we can fix it, I am willing and hope that you are too."

"So where are you headed Akbar, and who do you plan to take with you since we are going to separate places, aren't we?" she pulled the entire scenario together.

"Well obviously I would love to be with you, but do you have anyone in mind to go with?" I reversed the question.

"Oh I don't know," she thought for a moment, "there are so many people that have fucked me by now!"

There still was bile in her and I had inadvertently brought her mentally back to the party. It was time to take evasive action.

"I'll tell you what, how about we sleep on it for a few days and can decide later when the schedules do work out."

Shireen was okay with the idea, but we did not sleep together that night either. I did toss and turn about the "where" and "with who" of the proposed holiday. 

"Akbar, dear buddy, I have news for you," Hernan sounded excited. 

"What's up?" I wondered, knowing that the man claiming to be my friend was also Shireen's lover and the probable cause of our current troubles. 

"It seems that I will have to set up shop in South America for the next few years, but that is not the main reason for the call."

"So what is it?"

"Kerri and I have been together for ages, and things took time to happen," he then added, "we are getting married in December and I want you to be my best man!"

"Hey that's awesome," I was actually happy for them, "but am I the right person for the honour?"

"Akbar my friend, I don't know what you may think of me, but I have always had a high opinion of you," he was right, there had never been any overt friction between us, "and your sharing of Shireen with me was such a nice way of showing your friendship that I knew no one was better suited."

Talk of surprises from out of the blue. Here I was ready to kill him for being partly responsible for the strain between Shireen and myself. And there he was calling me a true chum!

"December is some time off," I let him know, "but I can tell you Shireen will be thrilled."

"She already is," he advised, "we just got off the phone with her."

I could understand that he would first talk to Shireen, they had shared a lot more together. I was, however, pleasantly surprised to hear a female voice on the phone next.

"Hey stud," it was Kerri, "I am going to be off the market in a short time, so why don't you come on down and experience my sights and sounds here?"

"When, where, why?" I stammered

"Shireen told us you guys were planning a holiday soon so we figured you could join in and help with some early prep for the wedding."

"That's not quite the case Kerri," I had to explain, "Shireen and I have not been on good terms since the party and were thinking in terms of separate vacations so we could reflect on whether to continue the marriage or not."

"Jesus Christ," she swore, "why in the world have you not let us know about this?"

It took a while for me to explain the situation and all that had happened in the months since we had last talked. Kerri and Hernan could not believe that things had gone so wrong. After all they figured that Shireen and I had taken a major step forward in our sexual discovery and liberation by being such active participants at the party. Both felt significantly guilty and yet understood why she was so worked up. 




Winning Shireen Back: Akbar’s Narra



"We need to do something about this Akbar, and pretty quick," Hernan let me know.

We discussed a number of plans and finally had a couple that sounded plausible. Hernan and Kerri advised that they would make the necessary arrangements and let both Shireen and myself know. 

"Hernan and Kerri are getting married," Shireen blurted out soon as I got back home. She appeared to have something on her mind and this was evident by the way the hem on her short skirt was bouncing up and down as she talked. This was more skin than I had seen since her experience being serviced by so many strangers at the Super Bowl party. 

"Yeah, they called me too with the good news," I said reaching for her. She did not appear to mind the quick kiss I gave and did not disengage from my embrace either. She hopped up on to the counter top next to the oven, letting her bare feet dangle, her excitement from the news obvious. The skirt hiked up and I could see that her panty was too sheer to hide the inviting curve of her vagina. I really wanted to grab her shapely legs and kiss them all over, as I worked up to her cunt, but decided to cool it for the time being. 

"It should be a great wedding to go to and they claim to have a lot of planning to do," she told me, "Hernan's business is setting up in South America, the wedding is in Lima and Kerri's folks have to come all the way down from Calgary, Canada! That's some logistics!"

I was in total concurrence, feeling happy that Shireen was conversing with me, turned on by her so near yet so far pussy, guilty at misreading Hernan, and wondering if karma was intervening again. 

"Hernan asked for my help initially in Quito and then Lima to get the receptions organized," she added, "and I think that would be a perfect vacation for me, wouldn't you agree?"

Just as I opened my mouth to wonder how she had come to the conclusion, she gave me the rest of the details.

"And since Kerri plans to let her family know in person, and will be getting her wedding dress made in Calgary," Shireen replied, "she wants you to go with her to Canada, isn't that perfect?" 

"When is all this supposed to happen?"

"Oh next Saturday we are all heading out for about two weeks," she surprised me further, "they just sent down confirmed tickets since I told them we had already decided to take that time off!"

"I cannot accept that they pay," I was pleasantly surprised at the way things were working out but a bit irked that they were exercising some control our life for now.

"Well you can pay when we go for the wedding," her answer had a finality and I sensed that there was no sense in arguing the point further.

"Agreed," I said, bringing her lips to mine and pressing our open mouths together. 

Shireen responded and we kissed deeply. My hand slipped up her legs and I pressed her to myself. I could not believe our troubles were over as I pulled on the panty and slid my hand into direct contact with her pussy. For a moment she relaxed and my finger actually entered her honey pot, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. But then she tensed as I kissed her again. 

She broke the kiss of and brought her mouth to my ear, "in three weeks, all going well, not right now!" 

With that she untangled from me and went off to set dinner. I had waited for months for this sign, but knew that I would be walking on eggshells for the next three weeks. Though things were beginning to go well, there could still be a slip between the cup and the lip!

Kerri and I arrived in Calgary on a lovely July day. It was hot but the Rockies were simply spectacular. Shireen had given me a reasonably nice kiss at the airport before heading to her flight, Hernan would meet her in Quito, where he was on a business trip. There was no question that she would get all the fucking she ever needed from him in the next few days. Hopefully she would return to me. I was jealous, that he would enjoy Shireen's body and company during this time, knowing well that he had already had that pleasure many times before. Kerri did not put any move on me during the flight, but I imagined that we would be intimate soon enough also. 

Her folks had a nice home in one of the choicer suburbs of the city and were effusive about the quality and potency of Alberta beef. It is a good thing that I was a born carnivore and enjoyed the steaks that got served at lunch and dinner. They did wonder about my coming along, instead of Hernan, but I was welcomed all the same. During the few days we stayed there, and the time we visited shops other attractions in the city, Kerri and I acted like dear friends and no more. Kerri advised that she had heard from Hernan, that Shireen had safely arrived, and that they would go to the beach at some point. And yes, they were enjoying each others' company immensely!

Some days after our arrival and things staying platonic, Kerri told me we were heading to their cabin in the Rockies. We were being joined by her cousin Cindy and a school buddy named Javed, who I was surprised to learn had moved to Canada from Pakistan while in grade school. Javed, now going as Joe, and Kerri had been friends in through grade and high school and there probably was some history between them also. He was employed by the RCMP and his physique was to match. Cindy was a striking Alberta blonde, though more intelligent than the colour of her hair suggested. She taught history at a local high school and I wondered if any of the guy students learned a thing given that they would be staring at her most of the time. 

On the way up, much against regulations and common sense, we all liberally helped ourselves to the significant supply of liquor we were carrying up for the three day trip. We all figured Joe could pull strings with the cops if we got caught drinking and driving. Luckily we made it safely and soon had the place nice and cosy. Compared to the city, the area around the cabin was decidedly chilly, and the liquor helped keep us warm. 

Things got warmer, rather than colder, after dinner when Kerri took me outside and put her lips up to mine. I returned the kiss, having built up some passion in the few days of waiting since we had arrived. I helped her remove her clothes and she lay down on a rug that she seemed to find in a shed near the cabin. My garments were soon off but, as I pulled her legs to bring her close, she instead brought her knees up against her chest. 

"Honey, I can't compete with Shireen and don't want complications," Kerri said, "but you do need some assistance that Cindy would be more than willing to provide."

I felt a soft touch on my back and turned to see Cindy standing there stark naked. Kerri got up, gave a bow and whistled. Joe, who had also followed the others out, signalled from the porch for her to come inside.

"Keep it down you two," Kerri jested as she joined Joe in an embrace and entered the cabin totally bare, her clothes still lying next to me, "I don't want you to disturb the neighbours!" 

There were no neighbours to disturb. But Kerri should have warned me that Cindy was a screamer. Within moments of my entering her willing pussy, Cindy was thrashing about and raising a ruckus that I felt could be heard back at the city. I fucked her hard, and she responded eagerly and loudly. 

Cindy jumped up and dragged me by the hand to a ridge from which we could see the lights of the city below. Though we were literally on the main road, there was no traffic at this time of night. As I enjoyed the view, she got down on her knees and took my cock in her mouth. Calgary at night is spectacular, but it was assuredly second best to the blow job I got from Cindy. 

Needless to say I spent most of the next three days around and in Cindy, while Joe and Kerri busied themselves otherwise and elsewhere. We only saw them at mealtimes and then too in virtual states of undress. Any hiking was done at night, not very pioneeringly, and in the buff. It was tough to bid Cindy goodbye on our return to town, since she was going to attend a conference somewhere. We did, however, make a promise to meet up during the wedding in Lima, while coupling for the last time.

I figured that Kerri and I would not have a link up back in town since she had not fucked me at the cabin and her parents would be at home. It turned out that her parents were away for the weekend. Hernan had left messages in our absence, since there was no phone at the cabin, advising that Shireen was enjoying her holiday. I was certain he was enjoying her company and body even more. 

But no, we did not remain just friends. Rather Kerri gave me a day to relax. On Sunday morning, I was surprised by her coming into my bed totally naked. She had carried in a tray of breakfast items. She pulled off my clothes and lowered herself on to my erect penis. 

"No Cindy today, lover boy, you are all mine," she let me know in no uncertain terms.

Kerri rode me expertly as if I was a steed at the Calgary Stampede, getting me to the edge and then slowing the pace down. She kept this up until we both finally could not hold back any longer and came together. Needless to say the rest of the day had much of the same complexion, with my cock entering her cunt, ass and mouth periodically. 

I was in dire need of a real day off from my exertions and Kerri said she would let me rest on Monday if I promised to make it up to her at Edmonton where we had planned to visit, along with some of the sites further north. Since no one else was mentioned, I figured we would have much more intimacy then.

On returning from a visit to the dressmaker, a few hours prior to heading to Edmonton, we found Kerri's parents looking very worried. They had received a disturbing call from Hernan.

"There has been an accident," Kerri's dad explained, "Hernan and Shireen ran into a roadblock set up by some anti-government guerrillas in the area close to Esmeralda." 

I learned that this was down the mountains from Quito and on the way to a popular beach. More to the point, there had been sporadic attacks by Colombian guerrillas who would cross over the nearby border. 

"Are they okay?" I asked.

Her dad put a comforting arm around me and said, "Hernan is in hospital in Esmeralda with a few injuries."

"And what about Shireen?"

"He tells me that she is unhurt, but the guerrillas have kidnapped her!"

4 – The Redemption

Hernan called shortly and told us about the kidnapping. Much as I wanted to blame him, or indeed tear him apart, he sounded genuinely despondent at having not ensured Shireen's safety. Kerri was smartly facilitating the dialogue as we sat around with the phone on speaker so all could participate. Whenever there were chances of recriminations she would quickly remind all that our first job was to rescue Shireen and then we could fight it out over who had done what. 

"We cannot sit around here," I was itchy to get on a flight to Ecuador or Colombia.

My prayer was answered as Joe, who I had met on the Rockies trip, walked in with tickets for Kerri and me, booked on flights via Los Angeles and leaving in about two hours. 

"Kerri I am coming along with you," he advised, "my RCMP hostage training may come in handy."

No one argued with him, we could indeed use all the support that could be found. It had been nearly a day since Shireen was taken before we made it to Quito and were received by Hernan. He quickly summed up that they had been fooled by an official looking roadblock and she had been unhurt when kidnapped by the bogus soldiers. 

"I know you probably want to kill me Akbar," he looked and sounded down, "but there was nothing that could be done."

"What is happening now?" I wanted an immediate update.

"The Police Commandant is known to me and wants us to meet him right away," he advised, "proof of life has been received."

Shortly afterwards we found ourselves in the company of the Police Commandant, Guillermo, who was an acquaintance of Hernan and appeared keen on helping. I had been having visions of corrupt officials and massive bribes but Guillermo appeared to be a no-nonsense and take-charge type. Unfortunately the other visions I had throughout the flight of Shireen being ravished by a horde of filthy goons kept me extremely antsy and did not abate. 

"Mr. Aziz," he formally addressed me, "we know that they have not physically or sexually harmed your wife yet, this is good."

"You said there was proof of life, can I see it?"

Guillermo was reluctant and asked Hernan in Spanish to follow him somewhere. They came back after a few moments and suggested that I take their word. I was in no mood to listen to them and demanded to see the proof.

The picture placed in my hand told me why both of them had wanted me not to see it. Shireen was standing, holding up the daily newspaper for that morning. Her hair was nicely combed, she looked fresh and had put lipstick on her mouth. What got me steamed was the fact that except for the sneakers on her feet, she was totally naked. Her breasts were clearly visible in the picture though she had covered most of her midsection with the newspaper.

"Motherfuckers," I swore, hoping to kill every single one of them.

Kerri, who looked at the picture as I held it, took it out of my hand and laid it face down on Guillermo's desk. She put her arm around me and caressed my back and arms to cool me down. 

"Sir I know this picture is disturbing, but at the same time it confirms she is unharmed for now," Guillermo explained, "we have a ransom demand that they say will guarantee that safety."

When he mentioned the demand for $100,000, the ground seemed to open up beneath me. It was not the kind of money I would have, $20,000 maybe at the most. I could not ask my embassy, there was none in Quito, nor would any Pakistani diplomatic mission have that sort of cash and for this sort of need. The Americans had no need to get involved, Shireen was only a resident and not a national. My office may open the purse a bit, but no more than $10,000 I figured. Even Hernan would not be able to round up this sum. In short, whether or not Shireen had been molested so far, based on the ransom demand she was absolutely fucked.

Seeing that I was not in the right frame of mind and could not really contribute to the task at hand, Joe suggested that I go to Hernan's hotel with Kerri and rest up. In the meanwhile they would work on the options towards rescuing Shireen. I would not hear a word of this but Kerri led me out and Hernan drove us to the hotel before returning to the station by himself. Guillermo and Hernan promised to have an update for me in the morning and assured me that my wife would be well. 

Food was not something that I was thinking about, but Kerri forced me to eat a fair bit and take much more in the form of strong drink. I wanted to call the police station but Kerri intervened by forcing me into a bedroom and removing my clothes. In no uncertain terms she said that I was welcome to leave the room naked, as she was putting the clothes away, or I could rest and get my energy up for the next day when I may be of more use. Reluctantly I stretched out in the bed and turned the lights out.

I could see Shireen lying in a clammy hut, looking helpless and certain that a reprieve was not coming. I could feel every bruise, cut and scrape on her gorgeous body. From the way she was spread out on a cot, with her legs splayed apart on account of her ankles and arms being tied to the four bedposts indicated that she already had been abused. My anger rose as a man dressed in jungle green entered the hut and sat down next to her. She screamed and struggled but to no avail. He put his hand on her thigh and slowly fondled her, advising that he would be kind if she calmed down. His fingers went under her panties and he kept insisting she relax as his fingers worked on her cunt. After a while she did and the man removed his clothes. He now asked if she would behave and received an affirmative answer.

He freed her hands and legs. Standing in front of the cot, he had her sit with her feet on the floor and indicated that she should start sucking his cock. Though initially hesitant, she seemed to gain confidence and interest in going down on him. He moaned with pleasure and she continued her oral caress of his penis. I felt my own cock rise and was aroused by the scene. The scenario abruptly changed with me on the bed and Shireen giving me head. I could feel her mouth closing on my cock and licking it in an amazing manner. Shireen looked up, smiled at me and then took my dick into her mouth again. I came mightily and sprayed her face, which suddenly faded out, as I awoke to find Kerri in bed with me, swallowing the cum that my cock had just shot into her mouth. 

"Kerri, what are you doing?" I knew well what she was up to, "how could you with things the way they are?"

"Akbar, you need to be relaxed and fit for tomorrow. Hernan called and told me they have a few options they want to finalize with you there in the morning. I just wanted you to not be worked up right now."

"Sorry about that Kerri, it's just that I was dreaming about Shireen."

"I am sure you were," she responded softly, "I can leave if you want."

I should have let her go, but somehow I did not want her to leave. Buying her rationale that being well rested and sated for tonight I would be more useful in the rescue effort tomorrow, I did not object to sharing the bed with her, leading to our slowly making love. 

"Akbar, is there a way to get the money together today?" Guillermo asked me point blank when we reassembled at the police station.

My negative answer oddly seemed to put the rest of the group at ease rather than raise further concern. I probed why they looked relieved that I did not have the money to save my wife.

"Akbar, to be frank, based on prior cases and the way the ransom discussions have gone," Joe responded, "we are of the opinion that even if the ransom was paid, we cannot be sure that Shireen will be freed."

I could not believe what I was hearing. It appeared that everyone had pretty much written my wife off. Joe quickly caught on to my look of concern and motioned me over to join him in studying a map of the area.

"Akbar, we know the area these guys are operating in, we have the grid down to less than a kilometre," he advised.

"We understand that your wife is being held in a shack that is on the edge of the kidnappers' compound," Guillermo added.

"Our intent is to arrive at the place in force, isolate the crooks and take them down, and then save Shireen," Hernan joined the chorus.

I was aghast that they were going to risk her life and maybe those of the attack team members, without considering other options. Guillermo put his hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner. He let me know that they had considered more than two dozen options, but had settled on this one as the likeliest to succeed. 

"Okay, I am fine with whatever is being planned," I agreed while asking, "so who is going on this raid?"

"We have a number of specially trained policemen, but Guillermo and Joe will lead," Hernan advised, "Kerri, you and I will go along but not participate in the attack."

"That's mostly fine by me," I was okay with everything but one, "I want to be part of the attack team with the specific target of saving Shireen from this shack she is being kept in."

The others tried hard to dissuade me. But having grown up in a part of the world where guns were common, having been in marksmanship and martial arts clubs, and being quite physically fit, I could not reason that I should stay in the background. Grudgingly the rest of the crew agreed and we set off to the identified location.

We reached the outskirts of the camp in the late afternoon and began to ready ourselves for the attack. Joe handed me a pair of binoculars and pointed at the camp. I saw Shireen being led to a shed that was somewhat separated from the rest. The way she opened the door, then turned around to thank the person with her, and closed it while entering, told me that she had been allowed into the latrine. I considered that a relatively civil gesture and was happy that she looked unharmed, even if she was only dressed in a skimpy bikini and was being openly ogled by all in the camp and now by the policemen accompanying us too. 




Winning Shireen Back: Akbar’s Narra



"Looks like they have kept their word on not harming your lovely wife," Guillermo whispered to me. 

Soon Shireen reappeared, washed her hands at a water tank, and then was escorted to a shack on the other side of the compound. I figured that was going to be my objective when the attack began. The wait was inexorable but while I had been allowed to join in, the command of the mission lay with Guillermo, who was busy with identifying the number of persons around and how to take them out. 

Just past dusk, Joe prodded me to liven up. I crawled up nearer to where Shireen was being held, a couple of policeman right behind me. The others divided themselves to focus on securing the rest of the compound. While I was still about twenty feet away from the objective a row broke out between three guys talking to a fat fellow and a female who appeared to be with him. One of the policemen told me they were arguing about the ransom not being paid and some of them wanted to 'disrespect' the prisoner. I understood well enough what he meant by disrespect, but had to stay still as a number of others joined the five folks in the centre of the compound. Two of the men walked into the shack where Shireen was being kept. I could not wait to rush in, but was restrained by the policemen who indicated that the other teams would be in place in just a minute or two. Shortly, one of the persons came out with anger written all over his face. 

After what seemed like an eternity to me, but was no more than five minutes from when the two fellows had entered the shack, I heard sharp barks and saw two of the people still in the center drop to the ground. This was my signal to rush in and I was through the door in seconds.

The sight that greeted me would have driven any husband crazy with rage. Shireen was lying naked on the floor struggling to prevent one of the kidnappers from raping her. The man had her legs spread wide, her arms held down and was no more than a thrust away from entering her. He instinctively turned around on hearing me enter and was caught by surprise as I kicked him off. He got back up on his feet, and may have come at me, but was dissuaded when he saw the policemen enter and level their guns at him.

"Did he?" It seemed like the only thing on my mind to ask Shireen, obviously wondering if she had been raped by the man.

"No."

"Did anyone else?"

"No"

"Since the time you have been taken?"

"No, no," she insisted me but my mind was finding this difficult to accept given the state I had found her in. 

Noticing that the policemen were staring at Shireen's nakedness, I put my jacket around her, thereby covering much of her body. Walking her out of the prison, I learned that most of the kidnappers had been captured, though neither the leader nor the female had been arrested yet. 

"Shireen, it is so good that you are safe," Hernan expressed his relief as Kerri hugged her, "you can thank Akbar for making sure we rescued you in time."

She was also introduced to Joe and Guillermo, both receiving thanks just from her genuine look of gratefulness. She sided back and clung to me. For a while she just held on to my arm and then grabbed my neck and kissed me deeply and for a long time. A feeling of joy emerged from within me and I could sense a stirring in my midsection.

"Do you mind if we go and sit somewhere," I advised the others, "meanwhile the rest of you can finish up whatever needs doing." No one disagreed.

I carried Shireen back into the shack from where she had been rescued and laid her on the futon. No words were necessary. We stripped and she welcomed my cock into her pussy. I showered her face and body with kisses as I fucked her and she responded with equal vigour. None of us lasted for long and I let go inside her with a loud grunt that was almost drowned out by her scream as she also came. 

We drove back to Quito and Shireen checked into a hospital for necessary tests. Since nothing physically bad had happened according to her, other than the odd bruise or scrape, she was released the next day with some basic medications to ensure she had not picked up any jungle ailment or had trouble sleeping. None was necessary, but I made sure that she completed the prescribed course of medicines over the next few days. The hospital confirmed that while she had signs of recent sexual activity, with my having made love to her at the shack and then perhaps from her holiday with Hernan some days earlier, there were no evidence of rape. I also learned that the prisoners taken had confirmed that nobody had sexually abused her. This bit of news comforted me for the time being as I had steeled myself to the fact that she had been molested by the kidnappers even though she had claimed otherwise. Still questions remained in my mind as to what she may truly have suffered. Why, after all, would a bunch of hot blooded young men not have taken advantage of such a fine piece of womanhood as Shireen? It just did not make sense or add up!

On our last night in Quito, after being released from the hospital, Shireen had simply disrobed the moment we were back in the suite that Hernan had now turned over temporarily to us. It seemed that she needed to make up for the lack of intimacy between us since the Super Bowl party. We had sex in the bed, we fucked in the lounge, I made love to her on the balcony, we coupled in the bathroom, and we finally ended up doing it on the small dining table in the suite. Kerri and the others left us alone for the night but showed up en masse at the airport to see us off.

It appeared that I was now Shireen's absolute hero, any doubts and misgivings between us had disappeared? While the separate vacations may not have gone the way we had intended, it was definitely time to wipe the slates clean and to resume our loving marriage. Hopefully no further complications would follow. 

5 – The Aftermath

"Hey you two, we hope you did not forget about our wedding plans," the phone message from Kerri and Hernan said, "it just that we cannot wait so the date has been moved up."

We had barely returned home, after our vacations apart and Shireen's jungle ordeal. Now we were being told to get back to South America in about a month's time. I was sure that Shireen would not be into the mood for another trip, but she was game since this time we were going to Peru. Word of the kidnapping and rescue had reached the office, though somehow the newspapers had not carried any of it. The bosses, impressed by my bravery, were happy to grant me an extra two week vacation and with pay!

Jenna had ensured that the house was spic and span when we returned a few days after the rescue. She was delighted to see that Shireen and I were back to being a loving couple. However, she did pull me into the living room, while Shireen was in the kitchen preparing snacks, and planted a nice wet kiss on my lips.

"Now honey, I am glad that all's well on the home front," she told me while rubbing her hand over my crotch, "but you do know that since I suggested those separate holidays you owe me residual copulation rights every so often!"

There was no need to argue with her at the time regarding any residual benefits, whether or not I actually did fuck her depended on how things would pan out, but apparently this was a remote possibility at that time. Still I went along, kissing her back and rubbing her clothed body and bare legs as she caressed my neck and shoulders. Shireen walked in just as soon as we had disengaged and smoothed our clothes out. 

Jenna was all ears regarding Shireen's ordeal and gushed about my bravery. This was music to Shireen's ears as she cuddled up with me in a large armchair, giving me a kiss every so often. Before long the news had made it around the neighbourhood and we were the recipients of many visits from well-wishers living in our vicinity. Thankfully Jenna had kept the bit about our taking separate vacations secret, just mentioning that Shireen had gone on ahead to Ecuador while I had finished up a business trip to Canada before joining her. The actual details would have been too lurid, spicy and open to gossip and speculation. I could sense that quite of few of the folks in any case still had doubts about Shireen being unharmed or wondered if she had willingly participated in debasement at the hands of her captors. I was definitely the stud as far as the ladies were concerned and many would make comparisons between the ways they got treated by their partners with how committed I had been to my wife. But all the glory and recognition aside, the fact that things between Shireen and me had patched up meant more than anything in the world.

If one was to think that all was back to routine once I was home and attending to the office, one would be quite mistaken. The very first evening I returned from work to find Shireen on the sofa, dressed only in the slightest negligee. Dinner was not had! That evening set a pattern for the next two weeks. The second day, she was lying on the dining table, threadbare. But around her were various snacks and tit bits that sufficed for her dinner as she ended up being my main course. The third day, I could hardly concentrate on work as I wondered what she would be up to. She was standing in the entrance connecting the garage to the house as I opened the main garage door and drove in. It was just that she was totally nude bar a pair of sexy ankle high boots and a gold chain around her waist, regardless of the fact that it was still daylight and anyone passing by could get a real good look at her. I closed the garage door as quick as I could and got busy! Needless to say things went on in the same vein, with Shireen getting bolder by the day till I had to go on a week-long business trip. The last day before the trip, she was not even inside the house. I found a note directing me to the back yard. Shireen was sitting on a rug under one of the trees in what appeared to be a colourful and sexy swimsuit. On nearing her, I discovered it to be nothing but body paint, done expertly and that she was completely nude. We did not even make it back into the house and if the neighbours got an eyeful then good for them! 

As I thought about the upcoming business trip, I had mixed feelings. On one hand I knew I would badly miss her and was concerned if she had any residual nightmares or fears since the episode, on the other I really needed the rest to build up my energy and service her when back. We would head out to Lima the day after I had returned from the trip, so I figured that packing would keep her occupied. Apparently it did. It also helped that I asked Jenna to keep an eye on her. She advised me that Derrick would be back in town for a couple of days and both would make sure that all was well with Shireen. 

I did need the rest and the business trip, though mentally exhausting, helped me physically recharge. I was certain that the eight days away would mean that an extensive workout was in the cards on my return. Shireen looked radiant when she ran up to the taxi I was getting out of after coming from the airport. In the tiniest of shorts and just a bra top she looked very tasty. 

"What's up dear?" I wondered, as she led me into the house.

"Oh nothing much, just happy to see you back," she let me know, not very convincingly.

"Were you okay while I've been away?" I had called her at least twice a day and she had been fine. Still I had to hear things from her face to face.

"No trouble at all," she responded, "Jenna and Derrick made sure I was well cared for."

I figured we would be quite active that night, but she surprised me by suggesting that we sleep on account of an early morning flight the very next day.

Our friends received us warmly at Lima airport and we were housed in a luxurious room at the home of Hernan's parents rather than at a hotel. Apparently his father had been a member of parliament and came from a distinguished political family. 

The mansion was enormous and would serve as the venue for the various parties including the wedding itself. Hernan grabbed Shireen by the hand and said he was giving her the grand tour. Kerri held my arm and took me in the other direction but with the same intent. After seeing the main floor with its various halls and ball rooms, she took me into the basement. That was full of all sorts of antiques. The cellar was a sight to behold, with thousands of wine bottles lined up in many racks. 

Kerri sat me down on a stool placed close to the racks and selected a bottle. She put a couple of glasses on an adjacent table and also got some snacks out of a fridge in the next room. The wine that she poured was unbelievably tasty. 

"That one was more than $5,000!" she told me, "but you are worth sharing it with!"

As I soaked in that bit of information, she dropped her dress and climbed onto my lap. I was uncertain whether to continue, but Kerri had me out of my trousers in a moment and was already placing a condom on my cock. It was an athletic endeavour to make love with her sitting on my lap and facing me, since the stool had no back rest. But this also helped in keeping things slow and we took our time reaching the climax. Kerri jumped off, slid on the dress and suggested we continue the rest of the tour. Thankfully she did not jump me again in any of the numerous bedrooms I was taken to. We arrived back in the main lounge to see Hernan showing Shireen some of his childhood pictures. I had no idea if they had also participated in some extra-curricular activity or had actually spent time looking at the house, much as I surmised they did. There was no way I could ask under the circumstances since they were already intimate with each other and that I had just been fucking Kerri.

The house filled up with many guests arriving from overseas and within the country. I was pleased to see Cindy, but surprised that she appeared to be one half of a couple with Joe. Their connected status was confirmed by the fact that they were both shown to the same bedroom and that Cindy hung on to him constantly. I figured there was not going to be a repeat of our love making in the Rockies, but since she was an avid screamer this was probably not a bad thing in a house full of people, one being my newly regained wife! 

The bachelor party was well planned and well executed. Many guys were on hand to enjoy it, with none of our current partners in attendance. Apparently the girls were having an event of their own with Kerri. However, the number of men was easily matched by the presence of tens of gorgeous girls dressed suggestively. Hernan's connections had ensured that the best escorts had been provided. I was somewhat surprised to meet Guillermo, the Ecuadorean Police commander, who I learned was related to Hernan's mother. 

As the party got into full swing, Hernan suggested I join him for a chat in another room. I imagined he may ask to have Shireen as his last bachelor fling. What he told me instead, as I sat in the room, Kerri also having joined us, was utterly mind blowing.

"It's good to see that Shireen and you have put away all reservations you had about each other," Hernan said.

"Well it was touch and go, and frankly I wonder if the manner in which things worked out was worth it," I responded, knowing well that I could have paid any price for redemption. 

"Akbar, both Hernan and I were very concerned the way things had turned out after the party," Kerri spoke."

"We did not figure that Shireen would react in the manner she did," Hernan continued, "and that your marriage would suffer so badly."

"Guys those days are gone," I reminded them, "let's not revisit old territory."

"No it is critical that we tell you something," Kerri responded.

"When we called to tell you about our engagement and wedding plans, we felt responsible for your troubles," Hernan let me know.

"Okay, apology accepted," I wondered why they were bringing up old hat.

"It really was important that we did something to smooth things out for you, such as suggesting to Shireen how heroic you could be," Kerri chimed in. 

"So what did you do, arrange for the kidnapping?" I jested, impatient to get back to the party.

"Yes, exactly that!" Hernan's words stopped me dead in my tracks.

"What?!!!" That was all I could respond. 

"We knew that you needed to regain your respect and spousal value in Shireen's eyes and that no amount of gifts would do," Kerri picked up.

"You are kidding me?" 

"So it was important that something happen that would ensure that any questions about your devotion to Shireen no longer arose," Hernan added.

I could not believe what I was hearing. Upon learning of our impending split, Hernan and Kerri had put a scheme into motion. The first part was dovetailing with our existing plans for separate holidays. By sending tickets over and reasoning that we could help with the wedding plans, they ensured that I went to Canada and Shireen to South America. The roadside kidnapping was carried out by a bunch of small time crooks that Guillermo used as informers and a few drama students from the university, though the group leader was a friend of Hernan's and the female "kidnapper" was a cousin of his. That answered why some of the folks at the party looked so much like some of the kidnappers, at least now I knew I could not be accused of saying that all the people from that part of the world looked alike to me! I was almost out of my seat, ready to clobber Hernan when Kerri suggested I hear the rest.

"We had to make the whole thing look as authentic as possible," Kerri kept the narrative going, "it would not help anyone if Shireen had not been treated like a captive."

"So you let those crooks fuck her?" was my hate-filled query.

"No one raped Shireen," Hernan let me know, "has she not told you?"

"She did, but I cannot believe they would have let such a desirable and unclothed woman alone and for so many days," I blurted.

"That is why it was important for us to meet today," Kerri picked up again, "to clear out your misgivings that she was raped or may have voluntarily participated in any sexual activity."

"But that is not what I saw when I rescued her."

"That was another act for her benefit and yours," Hernan explained, "we had signalled to all of the guys gathered in the center of the compound that we were ready to attack and they did what was scripted."

"You son of a bitch," I swore, "did he have to rip her clothes off and literally get on top of her?"

"Well it was a convincing performance, wasn't it?" the answer from Kerri was obvious, Shireen had seen me fight her intended rapist off and I was now her hero.

"But what about those proof of life pictures, could those not have been regular clothed ones?"

"I am truly sorry about those," Hernan said, "but my friend got carried away a bit with the acting and adlibbed!"

With that he opened a drawer and slid an envelope over to me. In it were all the pictures that had been taken while she was imprisoned. I was angered that she had to pose in such provocative ways and also at the fact that these had probably been masturbated to by the actors. Yet it was strangely arousing to see her so nicely and suggestively photographed, the fellow taking the shots had talent. 

"Oh don't worry, other than my friend who took these shots, no one got to see them, except for us," I was assured by Hernan, though I had my doubts that the other participants would not have enjoyed looking at them or more.

"Akbar, we know you are confused, but look at it our way," Kerri tried to sum things up, "Shireen thinks the world of you now, your marriage is safe, and I daresay there are further joys on the way. Your life has just been righted again, has it not?"

"Look we don't want you to thank us," Hernan added, "but we do not want you to hate us either."




Winning Shireen Back: Akbar’s Narra



"Okay I accept that this phoney kidnapping has helped save my marriage for now," I replied, "but that does not mean things will stay fine forever. And I do not hate you, I am confused and angry but not hateful!"

Hernan smiled and said, "you probably think that I made love to Shireen yesterday when I was showing her around the house."

Since I had fucked Kerri during the same procedure, I could not offer any valid objection. After all Hernan had also been part of the rescue and he had been intimate with her plenty of times before. All I did was shrug my shoulders. 

"She did not have sex with me," Hernan added, "in fact she indicated that you are now the only man in her life!" 

The statement from Hernan put me in a relatively poor light, since I had fucked Kerri when she had initiated our tryst in the cellar. Yet the fact that Shireen had turned him down, having not done that in the time since first making love to him at our hotel in Florida years ago, made me very happy. The other question that had been definitively answered was that she had not been raped, though the rest of the treatment had still not been of the nicest variety. 

"But how does Joe fit into the story, he's an RCMP guy after all?" I still probed

"That's true, but I let him on it while we were in the Rockies and you were enjoying Cindy's company," Kerri clarified the last sticking point, "he agreed that his inclusion would add to the authenticity and since he did have a few days off he accepted our offer of a free trip!"

Well they had truly done a number on us. I could not really be angry at them, but appreciating that they had fixed things between Shireen and me was not a response that I was going to give them soon. 

I could not get myself to partake of the delicacies on offer when Hernan and I returned to the bachelor party. He did not encourage me either, though the others could not understand why I was not in the mood, given the quality of the female entertainment on offer. The event continued through to the wee hours of the morning and I did not get to bed Shireen that night, much as I wanted to.

When I did locate her, she was just back from a girls' night, the details of which she kept private. She took one look at the bed and jumped on to it, falling asleep almost instantly, still dressed as she had for the wedding rehearsal and dinner. The wedding was due to start at noon so I also caught a few hours of shut eye rather than making love to her. I did, however, make sure her shoes were removed and that a blanket covered her partly exposed body. 

For the wedding rehearsal and dinner just prior to the bachelor party, Shireen had caught a lot of attention. She had dressed in a gold and green sari, having remembered she had worn a pink one, I had brought from India, when Hernan had first made love to her. Like the pink sari this set of clothes included a blouse that was more a teensy bra, and bared more than it covered, her back only having a string across it for example. Furthermore, only her were tits hidden by the tiny triangles and most of her breasts were eminently visible. It had taken some effort from Hernan to pull away from her after they had danced a number of times. Many of the guys attending, Guillermo in particular, had sought a dance too and this Shireen was happy to oblige even though she got felt up as almost never before. I did not get to dance with her at all and even had a tinge of jealousy when Shireen gave Guillermo a seriously passionate 'thank you' kiss for leading her rescue that must have lasted for three minutes or more! 

The wedding and reception went off flawlessly. Kerri and Hernan truly looked like a couple in love, which was strange since I had slept with the bride just two days earlier and he had made an attempt to fuck Shireen! Cindy and a number of Hernan and Kerri's female friends and relatives kept me busy on the dance floor. Joe, Guillermo and other guys made sure Shireen had a partner for literally ever dance, their hands all over her in the process. 

At one point Shireen indicated she was tired and needed a drink, uncoupling me from a Peruvian girl I was dancing with. I picked up a glass of champagne and handed it to her. She smiled and put it away, taking a glass of water and sipping from it. A smile came on to her face as she slid on to my lap, while I sat at the table. Her arms went across my neck and mouth joined mine in a passionate kiss. 

"I love you so much, Akbar, never leave me," she whispered into my ear

"I have all the reasons to love you my dear," was my honest response.

"Well I have another for you to love me even more for," she added while taking a playful bite of my ear and clarifying her actions for the past few days relating to why she did not have sex with Hernan and now turning down the champagne. 

My spirit rose and I felt like I was in heaven as she uttered the magic words, "you are going to be a daddy soon, I'm pregnant!" 

I had truly won Shireen back! I now had to be doubly sure I did not fuck things up again! I could not bear the idea of losing her again now that she was mine, truly mine!



Winning Strategy



Years ago, we lived in a rather small, tight-knit community. Half the town seemed to be related by blood. The townspeople were very ethnic and prided themselves on their Eastern European heritage. Parties, dancing, and lots of drinking are part of that heritage. Jean and I are social drinkers; we enjoy the light buzz alcohol provides us, but each of us rarely drinks to excess.

In late September, we received an invitation to attend a costume party. We didn't know the couple very well who were hosting the party, but one of Jean's close friends did; her friend helped the hostess make up the guest list and it was through her efforts the hostess added us to the list. The costume party coincided with the weekend closest to Halloween. 

This particular party was well known for its excesses. People tended to lose all inhibitions and do things they would never do again, at least not sober and with a crowd egging them on. The people throwing the party took the costume theme very seriously and awarded cash prizes for best costume and best-costumed couple. 

There were two categories and winner took all in each category. Upon receiving the invitation, Jean not only immediately RSVP'd, she also began plotting her strategy as she wanted us to take first place.

Several days later, after much thought, Jean told me she had decided on our costumes; we were going to go dressed as Frankenstein and his bride. The twist was she was going to be Frankenstein and I was going to be her bride. We lived an hour from a large city. 

Jean got out the Yellow Pages and called all the costume stores inquiring if they had a Frankenstein mask and a bridal gown. One store did and she reserved them, arranging for us to pick up the costumes a week early. To our surprise the manager agreed to let us have the costumes a week early and not charge us extra.

We went to the store to check them out. The Frankenstein mask was perfect. The clerk explained to us how his boss had acquired the mask from an actual movie set. The mask had a moveable jaw, a nose with actual nostrils that you could breathe through, and perforated ears so you could actually hear. The wedding dress was a costume piece, nowhere near as nice as a real wedding dress, but it was more than suitable for me to wear. 

Jean wanted to make sure it fit so she had me try it on before we left the store. I had never worn a dress and felt more than a little self conscious being seen wearing it in a public setting (even if it were just Jean and the clerk who were going to see me). I went into the changing room and stripped down to my underwear and put the wedding gown on. I'm small boned having narrow shoulders, slim hips, small hands and feet, and fine facial features. As I slipped the dress over my head, I had to admit I liked the material's texture against my skin. 

I walked out of the dressing room and Jean said, "You're going to make a wonderful bride. I can already smell the money." 

Jean had a brown wig in her hand. She handed it to me saying, "Put this on." 

The wig was coarse and cheaply made. I put the wig on and looked in the mirror. The hair was long and came down past my shoulders. 

I asked Jean how I looked and she said, "Very pretty, we just need to get you some hose, shoes, and maybe some long lace gloves."

She asked the clerk if there was a veil and headpiece to go with the gown. He looked around and handed her a box. She opened it, took both pieces out and put them on me. The veil completely obscured whatever masculine features my face had making me really fit the part.

Jean looked at me with a critical eye and said aloud, "We'll get you fake nails and a makeup job. My friend Sue has some jellies we can use for your breasts." 

She looked closer at me lifting the veil and kissed me on the lips. "Hmmm, we may have to do something about your stubble as I want your face to be smooth. We'll also have to pluck your eyebrows; they are too thick."

She looked at the clerk who was staring at me and said, "We'll take it." 

He looked at me and said, "Not meaning any disrespect, but your husband makes a pretty girl." 

I felt myself blush. 

Jean said, "Thank you. I wish I had his peaches and cream complexion and with his figure, he can wear anything and look good in it."

I started to go and change but Jean said, "Leave it on. I want you to get used to it." 

I looked at her seeking clarification. 

She said, "That's right, just walk out to the car. It's no big deal. You're not afraid of wearing a dress, are you?" 

I stammered, "No, it's just a little strange." 

The clerk observed us; his expression saying he didn't envy me. She told the clerk to include the wig. She paid the bill and we exited the store, Jean leading the way. 

She held the car door open for me and helped me get in. She got in the driver's side and we drove off. I was looking around thinking everyone must be staring at me thinking what a freak. 

Jean was quiet for a few minutes and asked, "How does it feel?" 

I said, "Very strange." 

She said, "You really look good; we're going to win, maybe both categories." 

As we barreled down the interstate I became less self-conscious. 

Jean reassured me saying, "They're not looking at you because they see a guy dressed as a girl. They're looking at you because they see a bride. You really pass as a girl quite easy." 

I said, "Thanks, that's just what I wanted to hear." 

We pulled into town and now I felt really self-conscious. 

Jean said, "Don't worry I won't drive down Main Street." 

We took a side road and entered our neighborhood. We pulled in the driveway and as luck would have it our immediate neighbor was out washing his car. An older man, his mouth agape, he couldn't think of anything to say as Jean helped me out of the car. I rather hurried into the house and he returned to soaping down his vehicle. 

My luck had gone from bad to worse. All four kids were in the living room watching t.v., the oldest two looked at me as though I was the grossest thing they had ever encountered. I glared at them and whatever smart aleck comments they were going to utter, they kept to themselves. 

The two youngest thought I was the coolest and scampered out of the house in the direction of their friend's house intent on telling them Dad is wearing a bridal gown and a wig. Jean caught them on the way out as I went into our bedroom.

She brought them back inside and told all 4 why I was dressed in a bridal gown. She explained about the costume party and how we were going to win. She said they had to keep it a secret and made them take an oath. 

I was still in the gown looking at myself in the mirror when Jean joined me in the bedroom. 

She closed the door behind her and gave me a hug whispering, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" 

I told her, "It was worse than bad." 

She said, "It will be all worth it when we take home the prize." 

I had to admit she was right. 

Jean looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You're quite attractive. Don't you feel sexy and a little bit kinky?" 

I admitted to her it was kind of erotic and I actually liked the feel of the material against me and the freedom of not having pants on was liberating. I said the wig is uncomfortable. I still had the veil on. Jean lifted it and kissed me. 

She whispered, "I'll get a better wig and I think I want you to go without a veil, but we're going to have to make your face baby bottom smooth." 

It felt strange kissing her as she was wearing jeans and a sweat shirt. I felt like our roles had really flip-flopped. 

She ground herself against me and whispered in a seductive voice, "You really make a hot girl. You look good enough to eat." 

With that she pulled up the gown and dropped to her knees. I let the gown fall back down as I felt her yank my underwear down and take me into her mouth. I looked at myself in the mirror watching my expression as she fellated me. 

I thought to myself, "Not only do I look hot, but I feel like such a slut." 

She was deep throating me and it felt marvelous. She had my buttocks in her hands as she guided me in and out of her mouth. I willed myself to keep my eyes open as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. She had just the head of my cock in her mouth when I felt my legs and chest tighten ass I ejaculated. 

Cumming while standing is a sensation all its own; it's not difficult just different because it's not an everyday occurrence. She kept me in her mouth until I became flaccid.

She got out from under the gown and stood up, her lips were glossy. She grabbed my face with both hands and pressed her lips to mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I opened my mouth and she passed me my seed. I swallowed her gift of saliva and cum. 

She broke from the kiss and said, "That was hot, you came a lot." 

I weakly smiled, not wanting to admit just how turned on I was. She said, "Go change and I'll get dinner started." 

No doubt I was getting off the hook from cooking for my bravery.

I changed into a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt and helped her with dinner preparation. We ate dinner, the only topic the kids wanted to discuss was dad in a wedding gown and how freaky it looked. Jean reminded them of the party and their promise to keep it a secret. 

After dinner I cleaned up in the kitchen and the six of us played some board games. The kids then went into the family room to watch a video and Jean and I retired to the living room where we snuggled on the couch. She hinted a couple of glasses of wine would be nice and while I was at it to prepare us a snack tray. I opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses and prepared a tray of sliced sausage and cheese, olives, and almonds and returned to the living room.

Jean said she wanted to make a toast; we raised our glasses and she said, "To winning." 

We clinked glasses and took a sip. We sat there listening to the stereo and talking about nothing important. She slowly steered the conversation back to the contest and how we had a lot of work ahead of us. I asked her what she was going to wear with the mask and she said she had already reserved a tuxedo. 

She said, "This will be fun getting ready. Just promise me you'll be a good sport." 

I said, "Okay", the pit of my stomach tightening in anticipation of what Jean had in store for me.

The kids went to bed and Jean and I stayed in the living room. We had the room to ourselves and had a nice make-out session, warming us up for later behind closed doors.

It was close to midnight when Jean whispered in a voice hoarse with desire, "Let's go to our room. I feel like ravishing you."

Motioning to the table, she said, "Leave it until tomorrow." 

She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. In the bedroom, I started to undress. She walked into the bathroom where her nightgown hung and brought it out. 

She threw it at me saying, "Put this on." 

Excitement was written all over her face. I started to say something, but obliged her. I was naked and I slipped the nightgown over my shoulders and let it fall. It was a deep purple in color. 

She watched me as she undressed, "Turn around." 

I did. 

She said, "You look really good. Get on the bed and lay down." 

Now naked, she climbed on the bed and got on top of me. She forced herself between my legs as we kissed. Her kisses were urgent, her tongue hot and very wet. She pulled my legs up and pressed her crotch against my bottom and she began to rub against me.

I loved the sensation and it brought back memories of years ago when she did this. I could feel myself hardening. I closed my eyes and imagined I was she and she was I. Jean had an almost frenzied look on her face as she rubbed against me. I thought to myself she's going to orgasm. 

In between kisses she muttered obscenities and questions, "Does my baby like to be fucked? Come on, rub your cunt against my cock. I bet you'd love a cock up your ass. Do you want me to find a cock to fuck you?" 

I played my new role telling her, "Yes, I love your cock. Fuck me. Yes, I want a cock up my ass." 

Her rubbing against me simulating intercourse and the role-playing going along with it were wildly arousing. I felt myself approaching orgasm and told her I was going to cum. She ground harder her face reddened and her breath came out faster as she orgasmed. She thrust hard against me as I felt myself shoot my semen onto my belly.

She collapsed on top of me. I held her tight to my body, my legs still clasped around her waist and my ankles locked together. 

I let out a sigh saying, "That was intense." 

She said, "You can say that again." 

So I did, and we both lay there laughing. My cum was all over her nightgown. 

I said, "Let me go clean up. I'll need to wash this tomorrow." 

I finished in the bathroom and walked out naked to find her on her back legs spread wide. 

She said, "Go in my drawer and put another nightgown on. Then come over and eat me." 

I opened the drawer and pulled out a long flowing nightgown, black in color. I put it on, loving the way it felt against my skin. Jean's eyes said it all. She was super turned on seeing me in her nightgown. She moved her body so her legs draped over the side of the bed. I knelt by the mattress and buried my face between her legs as she draped them over my back. I took my time eating her, savoring the texture of her flesh and the taste of her juices. From time to time I looked up; her eyes were closed and I knew she was locked in some fantasy while I tongued her. When her orgasm hit, she was strangely quiet and her eyes remained tightly closed. 

While eating her I felt my cock harden as it brushed against the smooth material of the nightgown. I imagined myself as a woman eating my lesbian lover's cunt. After Jean came, I half crouched and mounted her. Her cunt was sopping wet and I slid in. I pumped away imagining I was still a woman, but with a strap-on, fucking my lady love. Jean stroked her clit as I pumped in and out. We both came together, nice relaxing orgasms unlike the previous gut wrenchers. 

As we cleaned up in the bathroom I asked her half in jest, "Can I get my pajamas on?" 

She said, "No, put on another of my nightgowns. I think I'll sleep naked tonight. We'll keep the door locked." 

I exited the bathroom and fetched another nightgown out of the drawer. This one was short and deep red. I felt very exposed wearing this as it barely covered my buttocks. 

Jean walked out of the bathroom true to her word and completely out of the ordinary, naked. Jean has always been paranoid about having the kids walk in on us naked. No matter how tired she is, she'll always put a nightgown on before going to sleep. 

We got in bed and she pulled me to her pulling my head to one of her breasts. I put the nipple in my mouth and gently sucked as she stroked my head. I would have given anything to know what was really going on in her head, to ascertain what deep seated emotion we had unlocked that day, but I knew it wasn't going to happen. Instead, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep suckling at her breast.

I awoke early in the morning, refreshed and snug. Jean and I were on separate sides of the bed, her back was to me. I snuggled against her bottom and realized I needed to change. I got out of bed and after peeing changed into my pajamas and in vain tried to will myself back to sleep. I gave up, got up, put some coffee on and got the Sunday paper. 

As I read the paper, my thoughts drifted to the day before and all I could think of was, "What does Sunday and the rest of the week have in store for me?"



Winning Survivor



The computer screen glowed a bright, vicious blue. It was a clunky, fat thing with a keyboard so sticky below that the letters were obscured with grime. That didn't matter to him. He sat typing away, chuckling gleefully with every stroke. His fingers flew over keyboard at a frightening pace, ignoring the way they occasionally stuck to the keys like sneakers on a movie theater floor. Spell check would take care of most of that, he knew, his fingers chewing up the distance between zero and the magical seven-hundred-and-fifty words with relative ease. 

Ahhh, yes! Finished—exactly seven-hundred-and-fifty words—another breviloquent masterpiece, ready to be submitted. He checked his totals. Three hundred and nine gloriously brief stories in under six months! And there were only a few hours left to go until midnight! Well, there was no doubting that the man had kept his word. No human being could possibly write this much in so short a time frame. 

Before his... investment... he had been able to do one, maybe two stories every few days, and they were long in comparison, a thousand words, two thousand, giving readers much too much character development and time to actually care about them. He had learned the error of his ways more quickly than he could have imagined possible, thanks to the machine.

His compulsion to sit and write, write, write had become overpowering the moment the strange man had made his visit, and he had spent his time doing little else. He wrote up a brief description, titled the story, made sure it was correctly categorized, and hit the "submit" button. It was time to write another—the ache between his legs had become overpowering. 

"I'm going, I'm going," he murmured, squirming in his seat and looking down at the contraption in his lap. He remembered the first time he saw it, the smooth silver surface shaped like a long bullet or... it had made him think of the vibrator his ex-wife used to own, only thicker, somehow more dense.

"You want me to put it where?" he'd asked the man in the suit who had come to the door, saying he had "just the thing" for him. 

"You want to win the contest," the man had said. His eyes were dark, but they gleamed, even in the dim light of the apartment. "You want your fifteen minutes of fame, your name in lights... you want that five hundred dollars. It should be yours. It will be yours."

The man's voice, so lenitive... there had been no reason to question or hesitate after that. Why would he? For a measly fifty dollars, he could have the key to unlocking his dreams, and in the end, his investment would pay for itself, tenfold! And then, when he slipped it over the thick, hardness of his cock the first time, he thought he had died and gone to heaven...

"A lovely specimen," the dark man had said, licking his lips and watching at the machine—it wasn't really a machine, it was flesh inside, like hungry velvet, attaching itself to the writer's engorged member. "Just sign here, and I'll be on my way."

It had been so simple, the writer remembered, leaning back in his chair and smiling. And so very well worth it... 

"Ow!" His chair nearly tipped backward as the normally soft, wet flesh inside the silver bullet grew tight around his hard shaft. The green sensor on top had turned yellow. It was somehow attached to the computer. It knew how many words he had typed, how long he had spent staring at a blank screen without moving. He had only experienced it turning red once, and the searing, biting pain—(Jesus, God, does this fucking thing have TEETH?!)—had kept him from ever hesitating too long again. 

"Okay, yes, I know, I'm going." His fingers flew over the keys again. The grip loosened and he groaned as the flesh-like insides massaged his cock, like a thousand tongues, the world's best pussy. He'd never felt anything so good. Funny, the damned thing would never let him cum, though. It seemed to sense his climax and would stop, bringing him to a delicious edge, again and again. He always had to finish himself off after detaching it for the day.

He typed quickly, eyes glazed, and he knew he had made that magical seven-hundred and fifty word mark when the grip on his cock grew unbearable. It was 11:58 pm. This was his final story, and made ten in every category. He hit submit, smiling with relief and pleasure as the yellow light on the bullet went to green again. Ahhhh. He had won! Both his fifteen minutes of fame, and his five hundred dollar prize. 

Suddenly, the sensor light turned red, and he felt that awful searing, almost a biting sensation, between his legs. Too shocked and panicked to scream, he attempted to pull it off, but the teeth (they are teeth!) were angled so that the more he pulled, the deeper they sank.

"Careful," a voice said behind him, slapping a piece of paper over his grimy keyboard. It was the paper the man had asked him to sign when he bought the contraption. His name was scrawled at the bottom, clear as day. "It's a fine specimen. I don't want it ruined."

The writer froze, the teeth letting up, just slightly, between his legs. "I don't understand," he choked.

"You have won your prize," the voice said. "Now I have come to collect mine."

He did scream, then. But it was too late.



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Winning Survivor - With One Story



The Literotica Survivor challenge is a grueling year-long competition pitting writers against each other to see who can garner the most points by writing a lot of stories. This article is designed to show my fellow writers how to reduce the stress and effort it takes to win the challenge. 

There is nothing in the survivor rules that state you have to write about multiple subjects. One of the biggest challenges for survivor contestants is developing the multitude of plots required to write hundreds of stories. You can fix this by writing a series of stories with a single plotline, instead of many separate stories. Okay you can stop laughing now, I'm serious. 

Here are some simple suggestions that can help you win survivor using the single story concept:

1. Keep each story short- The minimum submission guideline for the contest and the site in general is 750 words. I know you are thinking what kind of a story can you develop in just that many words. That might be a problem if you were only writing one such story. With this concept, you will be writing hundreds of chapters. Therefore, you can develop the plot gradually over the course of those many chapters. 

Besides, 750 words is not that short. There is an article written by Oggbashan about creating 50 word stories. If you can write an effective story in 50 words, just imagine the creative freedom you get from 750 words. The secret is to keep the story as close to the minimum number of words as possible without going under. 

2. Write at least one chapter in every category- There are critical bonuses for filling every category that add 60 points to your total if you fill them all. This is a necessary part of accumulating that winning score. There are 31 story categories that cover a wide range of topics. Getting chapters to flow into each other will be the biggest challenge. It's highly unlikely you will be able to flow a first time story into a BDSM or anal category. 

Some of the categories are going to require some creativity, but you can't expect me to do all the work for you. The categories that might be the hardest to incorporate are How-to, Reviews & Essays, Humor & Satire and Celebrities. You can cover some of these categories by writing about the process of writing a complex series of stories. Not to mention the contest has immunities available that can help rid you of a few pesky categories. 

The only exception to the 750 word rule is the Novels category. It requires a minimum story length of 7500 words. With those word limits in mind, it will take a minimum of 30,000 words to create an entry in each category. Instead of getting credit for a few short stories, all those words can gain you 156 points, a very good start on your way to victory. 

3. Keep your characters limited- With fewer characters to worry about, you spend less time developing them. My ideal plan is to have only four total characters. This may seem ridiculous as you wonder how you could possibly write hundreds of stories with only four characters. This allows you to make your characters more fluid in the way they develop. They will have to be due to the requirement to fill all the categories. Your characters will have to take on multiple roles and experience a wide variety of activities. 

4. Keep the setting basic- Having only a short amount of words to work with, you do not have time to write extensively about the stories setting. Writing as many of the chapters in the same setting can help alleviate this problem. It may not be overly interesting for the reader, but we are really going for quantity not quality. Being the sole survivor is not about making friends or getting people to read what you write, it's about getting as many points as possible. There are several contests through the year that reward good writing. Survivor is not the place for this. 

5. Writing Poetry- Having one story with only a few characters should also help you fulfill your poetry requirements. There are four poetry categories to complete. With four characters, you could choose to write one about each character. There are no minimum lengths required for poetry entries so keep them short. 

If you follow these four simple suggestions, you can be on your way to survivor glory and bringing home the cold hard cash. After using the same four characters, in the same settings and writing short burst entries you may be very tired of your characters and take great joy in killing them off at the end. If you have a lot of free time and a good imagination, this How-To can make you a survivor.



Winning the Bet



Chris was 18, a typical guy for his age. He had the same problems most others had at his age. Puberty had hit him early, and hard. Ever since he was 11 his face had erupted with acne, and although his skin had since cleared, his self-confidence had been severely damaged.

While his friends had been out getting to know the many pleasures of the female form, Chris had spent hours alone in his room, frantically tugging at his cock, thinking of all the girls he should be out fucking. Although he now enjoyed going out to the pub with his mates and getting drunk, whenever the subject of girls arose, he would clam up and try to change the subject. 

One afternoon, he had gone out and come back early, around 6 or 7, after an all-day drinking session on account of a friend’s 19th birthday. They were all to go home, get some food, get changed and meet back in town at 8:30 for some more drinks and a club. As Chris arrived home, he noticed the house was empty. His father was away working on the rigs, so his absence wasn’t unexpected, but he noticed his mother had left a note for him on the table:

“Gone out with the girls, back late…..don’t wait up!”

love Mum.

Chris looked at the note and tutted, he disapproved of his mother’s behaviour when she went on her “girl’s nights out.” She always came back drunk and made a noise.

Anyway, he screwed up the note and tossed it away before making himself dinner and changing. He then left the house to meet his mates at he club.

As the night went on, they inevitably got talking about girls and Chris did his usual silent routine. This time though, he was to be the focus of the conversation. They all noticed how he never seemed to have a girlfriend and how they had never even seen him chatting to any girls.

“You a virgin Chris?” they laughed, as the taunting began.

“No” muttered Chris, lying.

“Liar!!” came the response, “Then how come no-ones ever seen you with a girl?”

Fuelled by the taunting and bravado, Chris replied “I get my share, don’t you worry.”

The group laughed. “Yeah, right Chris, whatever!”

Chris was getting really angry now, and insisted he as no virgin and did OK with the ladies. “Bet you I pull tonight” he issued.

The group ignored the challenge, “It don’t matter,” one said, “We’re only kidding mate.”

However, Chris was adamant now and quite pissed, “No bullshit” he said again, “Come on, put your money where your mouth is!”

“OK then” came the instant reply, sensing easy money, “£20”.

“Fuck it”, said Chris proudly, “Make it £50”.

They shook on it, before in a sobering moment, Chris realised he didn’t have £20 let alone the £50 he had raised it to. Before Chris could consider his difficult position, he was being dragged through town towards the evening’s final destination.

“We’ll even make it easy for you” one said as they queued outside the club. They had gone to the Flamingo club, a place with a “grab-a-granny” reputation- the women there were notoriously easy, even Chris knew that. They went in and ordered some drinks, assessing the scope of the talent in the place. As they were discussing the standard of women in the club, one of Chris’s mates noticed a woman on the dancefloor.

She was about and dressed in a tight black lycra-style top and short black glittery skirt, she could barely stand on the ridiculously high heels she was wearing and she was looking over at the group waving.

“Here Chris”, he said, “Looks like you may be in luck”, gesturing over to the woman waving, she was clearly very drunk and her ample frame was miraculously squeezed into clothes which were clearly to small and too young for her to be wearing, “She ain’t too bad neither!”

Chris looked across at the woman staggering around on the dancefloor. As he looked, his face turned ashen white. The woman they were watching was Chris’s mother!

Chris was so embarrassed and walked over towards her, almost forgetting he was with the group until one shouted after him, “Go on tiger!” Chris had all but forgotten the bet, and had gone over to his mother with the intention of rebuking her. However, his mum was well-drunk and took little notice.

“Oh, lighten up baby” she giggled “Have a dance with your old mum!”

Chris just wanted to get her out of there, but before he could act, his mother was clumsily leaning against him. The interaction between them was more Chris holding her up than dancing with her, with his mates laughing and jeering as they watched.

After the song had finished, his mother stumbled off towards the toilet and Chris joined his mates at the bar, somewhat embarrassed.

“Looks like you’re well in there Chris, quids in mate!”, they laughed, reminding Chris once again of his bet.

“Yeah” muttered Chris, suddenly realising the group had no idea who the woman was, “Looks like you owe me that £50!”

“No way”, they replied, less than keen to part with their money, “We pay up when you get a snog!”

Chris was miffed at the reply, and remembered he had no way of paying a losing bet. “Oh come on”, he protested, “That wasn’t part of the bet.”

“Bullshit” one replied, “How are we to know you’ve pulled her, you could know her.” As they replied, the woman in question returned from the toilet and moved back onto the dancefloor. “Yeah” another added, “That could be you’re mum for all we know!”

Chris’s heart jumped, there was no way he could pay, then he quickly downed a double whisky and slammed his glass down on the bar.

“Think I’d do this to my mother”, he slurred drunkenly, as he strode purposefully over towards her, his heart pounding in his chest. Without stopping t think, he grabbed hold of his mother and pushed his lips hard against hers, taking her totally by surprise. As she broke away, she seemed to have a moment of sobriety and she looked at her son and barked “What the hell was that?!”

Chris suddenly realised what he had done and stuttered “Er…sorry, I’ll explain in a minute”, before leaving his mother, still somewhat shocked, and returning to his mates.

“Fucking hell!”, they gasped, before each giving him £10 (there was 5 in the group).

“We’re gonna get off Chris, try another club in town, don’t wanna cramp your style!”, they then smiled before going, leaving Chris in the uncomfortable position of explaining to his mother his previous actions, as she had now joined him at the bar.

“Er…sorry….it was a bet….I couldn’t afford to lose!” Chris’s mother looked at the bunch of crisp ten-pound notes in his hand.

“So I see” she smiled understandingly, “Looks like the drinks are on you then!”

Chris was so relieved that she had taken it OK and got in a couple of large drinks. She was so drunk, he thought, she probably wouldn’t remember anything tomorrow, and with the money he had won, he planned on being the same way. Within an hour, the 2 were both well-pissed and decided to have a proper dance together. This time, they were holding each other up. 

“So what was this bet about?” she asked.

“They said I was a virgin, and I couldn’t pull a girl tonight.”

Chris’s mum laughed, “I’m not surprised kissing like that!”

Chris looked embarrassed, not wanting to bring it up again. She could see that she had embarrased him and continued, “Don’t be silly, I’m only kidding”, she beamed, “Come here.”

She grabbed hold of Chris and pulled him towards her, placing her lips gently against his to give him a purely innocent kiss.

However, as their lips met, Chris was sure he felt her apply more pressure, and responded by doing the same. Then she placed a hand behind his head, and held him there as he felt her mouth beginning to open.

Chris was unsure what was going on, did she realise what she was doing? Maybe she was just being affectionate, and he was reading it wrong. Then he found out for certain as he felt her tongue pressing against his mouth. He opened his lips and pushed his tongue against hers, hearing her sigh as they kissed with increasing passion. Chris was overcome, and put his hand on his mother’s behind, grabbing her ass firmly as he pulled her body against him, watching her close her eyes briefly as he did so.

Feeling her body against his, she realised she could feel his stiffening cock through his pants, pushing against her soft stomach, and she knew this was wrong. Breaking away from him, she stuttered,

“I think you’d better take me home.”

Chris was somewhat disappointed, and due to the swelling bulge in his pants, extremely frustrated, realising it would be some time until he was home and able to attend to his lust.

His mother grabbed her bag and the two stumbled out into the night.

“Never get a taxi at this time” said Chris, and the air staggered drunkenly through the town, each wrapped up in thoughts of what had taken place some minutes before but remaining eerily silent.

Eventually the chilly night had gotten to her, and she grabbed Chris and ducked into a quiet alleyway.

“What are you doing mum?” said enquired, first to speak for a good 10 minutes, as he watched her sliding down her knickers.

“I need a pee” she said, “Keep a look out will you.”

Chris was slightly uneasy as his mother slipped out of her knickers and put them in her handbag. She turned her back, and as she began to squat down, Chris turned away.

Soon he heard a trickle and a splash and realised she was peeing. He couldn’t help but turn round, and saw she had hitched up her skirt and he could see her bare buttocks in the dim lamplight. As he watched his mother pee, he needed to go too, and he unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.

As he stood against the fence, he heard his mother’s voice behind him, “So are you then?”

“What?” he replied confused, trying to focus his attention to his dick.

“A virgin”, came her reply from behind him.

Again, Chris looked down at his penis. Staring at his mother’s behind had caused him to stiffen slightly, and he was having trouble peeing through his engorging member.

“I, er don’t really wanna talk about this mum”, he answered bashfully.

“It’s OK, you can tell me love”, she reassured, already believing she knew the answer was yes.

“Well, if you must know” he answered impatiently, the stream of pee finally erupting from his swollen cock head, “Yes I am.”

The sound of his peeing had disguised the fact his mother had finished and he was only made aware of her proximity to him by the closeness of her voice as she continued.

“Shame” she said softly, now right behind him, looking over his shoulder. The fact he was peeing prevented Chris from turning to confront his mother, but it became uneccessary as she moved round to his side, “You have a lovely big cock.”

“Mum!” muttered Chris, “Do you mind?!”

“Not at all”, she replied, moving her hand slowly towards his which was gripping his firm young cock as he peed against an old wooden fence. Chris juddered as her fingertips touched his hand before creeping slowly towards the exposed shaft of her son’s penis. 

Her fingers brushed along the firm flesh, as she traced the veins along its length. Then as she reached the tip, she ran her fingers gently along the glans and across the tip, breaking the stream of warm pee with her palm, soaking her hand and spattering both their legs with clear yellow liquid.

She had realised how horny she was feeling and remembered her husband was away. If she was going to get the satisfaction she needed so much, it was going to be there and then, and it was clear from the bulge she had felt in Chris’s pants when she kissed him that he was obviously frustrated too.

“I need fuckered”, she uttered wantonly, as her hand wrapped around his penis (he had now finished peeing).

“But not me” he tried to reply, before her hand began stroking him nice and hard, until he was quickly fully erect. Then she moved round in front of him and pulled him ,by his cock, closer to her. Their bodies pressed firmly against each other, she took his hand and placed it at the top of her naked thigh.

“Yes baby I want you, feel how wet you mother is for your fat young cock!”

Chris could protest no longer as his trembling fingers felt the stickiness of his mother’s vaginal opening. She closed her eyes and gasped as his enquiring index finger tip pressed softly against her slit, and she pushed her face against his, their mouths meeting roughly as they continued the kiss she had prematurely broken off in the nightclub. This time however, Chris broke off the kiss and pushed his mother back against the fence. She looked deep into his eyes as he grabbed her thighs firmly in each hand.

It was a situation she had been in many times before, and she opened her legs wide. “Oh, that’s it!”, she panted “Are you gonna put it in me?”

“I’m gonna put it in you”, he hissed in reply, “I’m gonna screw your wet cunt and fuck you like the slut you are!”

Overcome with lust and animal passion, he felt his mother’s hand guide the bloated head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy, and he thrust his hips hard, sliding his dick into her so hard and fast, that it lifted her clean off the ground, forcing her back hard against the wooden panels of the fence. She screamed with delight as she felt the entire length of her son’s cock slide deep into her in under a second, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him deep inside her pussy.

Then Chris slowly began to withdraw a few inches before ramming it back into her. Chris had slipped her left arm out of the strap on her top, and was lowering the top over her ample cleavage. He reached his hand inside and pulled out her bare breast, mauling it with his big clammy palm. Beneath his hand he could feel her nipple was firm and hot, and could see the stubby nipple of her right was also stiff through the tight lycra vest.

Although her son was inexperienced, she had had much worse fucks, and the sheer girth of her son’s cock more than made up for his lack of technique. She was writhing and moaning as Chris primitively hammered his mother against the fence, making it clatter noisily as he pounded her hairy cunt.

She was enjoying being so brutally banged by her own eager teenage son and was rapidly building up to an orgasm, when she was alerted by her son, who had become more erratic in his thrusting. She knew he was going to cum soon, but she was keen to climax first herself.

She was disgusted then, when just as she was on the verge of climaxing, he began to withdraw his cock slowly from her burning pussy.

“What the fuck are you doing?”, she screamed, scaring her son somewhat.

“I’m gonna cum mum”, he replied, thinking she hadn’t realised.

“I don’t fucking care, I’m on the pill!” she cried anxiously in response, “Shove your fucking big cock back in me now you bastard!”

Amazed by his mother’s frenzy, he quickly slammed his cock back roughly. Making her huge soft bosom ripple as it lay exposed against her torso.

“Make me cum baby!” she panted as her abdomen tensed with the rough re-introduction of her son’s fat penis, “Make momma cum!”

A couple of hard thrusts more was all it took to make her vagina contract hard around Chris’s engulfed cock, as she felt the climax ripple through her body. As her body shook against the fence, she dug her hands deep into Chris’s buttocks, pulling his groin hard against hers, and his knees buckled and his balls jerked.

With one last thrust, Chris grunted through gritted teeth as his cock shot his cum deep inside his mother’s trembling body.

The couple enjoyed their intense shared orgasm, as her pussy milked every drop of spunk from Chris’s softening shaft. As the pair leaned back on the fence recovering their breath, Chris reflected on his evening’s work. In the last 24 hours he had won £50, lost his virginity and fucked his own drunken mother senseless down a dirty alleyway.

Nice work if you can get it!!



Winning The Bet



MMMmmm, if I had a better seat in the house I'd be able to lick the boots of the lead singer. And oh what pleasure that would be. He was tall and buff, just enough to make the mouth water. His eyes, a steely grey that shined down as he looked at me. His bright blue shirt was open just enough to show that his chest sported a healthy amount of hair, matching the thick dark blonde on his head. It screamed for my hands to run through it.

He moved away and worked the other side of the stage. I missed his energy almost immediately.

The rest of the girls at the table with me were from my office. I was here just for the feel of doing something different. To end the day to day repetition that seemed to take over my life.

Then the singer came back and locked his gaze back on mine.

Julie elbowed me and whispered, "He came back for you," and giggled.

"That's nuts," I said back. But when I looked up again and saw he was still looking at me I could dismiss it as easily.

Kelly piped up and held out her glass. "To our bid win. That'll show those boys in Level 3 we don't take prisoners!"

We all laughed and raised our glasses in the toast. We had worked long hours and dug deeper to get our bid in early on our latest ad war with the men on level 3 in our advertisement company, and the night out was our reward to ourselves.

"So now back to the hot singer who digs Holly," Kelly said.

"Oh quit it," I giggled feeling the beginnings of the wine hitting me.

"You know he only comes to this end of the table to look at you," Helen said.

"Do you think so" I asked. Then I looked up to see he was there again. I felt his eyes move over me and wished it was his hands roaming over me. Maybe it was the wine and the win, but I felt warm where ever his eyes lingered.

"You want to share?" Julie asked.

"No," I said quickly.

"Ah come on. I bet he could take us all on," Julie pushed.

"I think if the time comes he'd have his hands full just with me," I said snidely. The effects of the wine were clearly leading my mouth.

The girls erupted with hoots and laughter. 

Julie nudged me and said, "Stick around and see. At worst it costs you a cab ride home."

Just drunk enough, her idea sounded completely reasonable.

"I bet she chicken's out before the last song is over," Kelly put in.

"I'll bet 100 bucks she leaves in the next hour," Helen added gleefully.

"Hey!!" I said insulted.

"I bet 200 she goes home with him," Julie said in defense of her friend.

"Deal," Kelly said and stuck her hand out.

Julie took it and Helen's as well. 

That settled they sat back to wait and see who would win this new contest. Determined to not lose Julie helped Holly's confidence along, and added more liquid courage. At the end of the first hour Helen handed over 100 bucks to Julie. Buy the end of the last song Kelly tossed 100 bucks over to Julie as well.

Through it all I watched the beautiful man on the stage. I was actually praying that he would come down to me. A fantasy slithered into my mind, one where the bar was emptied out, he comes down to look at me close up. He reaches over and touches my neck, gently pulling me closer to him so that I could feel his breath brushing my lips.

He picks me up and sits me on the table, spreading my legs and stepping between them. He leaned in and kissed my neck. I moaned at the sensation of his warm lips on my skin.

I felt a sharp jab to my ribs and came back to reality. I looked at Julie and saw her eyes were laughing. 

"What?"

"You went out to space for a while there."

"Sorry," I said and felt the blush move to my cheeks.

"Don't be," Julie said and touched my shoulder, "Every girl has a right to a fantasy."

"Thanks Julie," I said and looked up. The band was tearing down their equipment. I felt a wave of fear tickle my stomach. 

"You know you don't have to do this sweetie. It's just a stupid bet."

"It's okay," I assured her, "I want to at least say that I tried something different, something daring for once in my life."

"You don't have anything to prove. You're a good ad specialist. You have a great sense of humor."

Her belief in me only made me want to go through with it more. 

"I'll be fine Julie," I told her. 

The girls got up and wished me luck. Julie looked at me one more time. I waved her off. 

On a spurt of inspiration I reached under the table and grabbed the edge of my skirt then pulled hard at the seam in the side slit, opening it far up my thigh. After cleaning up the loose ends and strands of thread I stood. The lead singer watched me as I moved from the table to a bar stood. 

I felt his eyes drop to my legs as I turned and slowly crossed them one over the other. Knowing he was watching my every move I decided to give him a small show. Slowly I turned so he could see more of my body. I trailed my fingers over my knee then up my leg. I watched his eye heat as my hands moved to my shirt and unbutton the top four buttons. I reached back and fished an ice cube out of my drink and sucked on it.

I could see him groan as I sucked on the ice. Lust jumped into his eyes like fire. I smiled at him then moved the ice slowly down my chin, then over my neck. The coolness of the ice was heaven on my skin. I moaned at the feel of the ice and moved it more for my own pleasure then to entice him, though it was working. My eyes closed as I was swamped with lust. 

The next thing I felt was a hand clamping around my wrist. When I opened my eyes I saw the singer standing in front of me. I hadn't heard him jump down from the stage and come over to me. The heat in his eye said all that I needed to know. He was breathing hard from his rush to get to me. My pulse raced under his grip.

"You like teasing men like that?" the singer asked.

"How do you know I wasn't just hot?" I asked back.

His eyes roamed down my body and back up again, "You are that. Want to see if I can get you to boil?"

His forward statement made me blink. Even in my wildest thought I never would have expected him to say something like that right out of the shoot. To prove I wasn't shaken by it I leaned in closer.

"Depends on if you have the skills," I said on a whisper.

I saw his Adams apple move as he swallowed hard.

"You're not afraid to speak your mind are you?"

"Not even a little," I assured him.

"Want another drink?" he asked.

"I could go for another one," I answered, but when he raised his hand for the bartender I pulled it back down, "At your place."

The surprise in his said that he couldn't believe his luck. To keep him off balance I leaned in and place my lips on his for a slow, enticing kiss. His arms came around me and pulled me into him as he deepened the kiss. I moaned at how good he felt.

He pulled back to look at me, "The name's Jack."

"Holly," I said back and pulled him back for another soul wrenching kiss.

The guys on stage hooted and clapped for Jack.

"Let's go somewhere private," Jack said.

"Ok."

I picked up my purse and turned to see his arm out for me. All I could think was, how sweet, even if we both knew I was going home with him for more than just a drink.

We stepped out of the bar and I saw Julie standing by her car with the girls staring out the windows, mouths agape. Julie smiled and got in the car and they drove off.

Jack stopped by his car and opened the door for me. After sliding in, he shut the door and rounded the hood. Once he was inside and buckled, he started the car and we left the bar behind. My heart had yet to slow down from the excitement of what I was doing.

Jack glanced at me and smiled. That alone had my bones melting and a slow hum ringing in my ears.

"How far is your place?" I asked sweetly.

"Just a few minutes," he said.

"Oh, too bad," I said with a slight pout.

"Why is that?"

I slid over closer to him and touched his thigh. "I could have seen how well you concentrate while driving."

Jack sucked in a breath, "I think that kind of theory is bad for my driving."

I trailed my fingers up his leg and inched closer to his growing bulge. "As you wish, you are the driver."

His chuckle sounded strained. "Believe me. I would crash us in seconds."

"Ok," I agreed.

Finally he pulled up to his building and stopped the car. I opened my door and stepped out. The building looked classic, all in brick and mortar. A steal roof topped it with more than one satellite dish.

"I'm up there on four," Jack said.

"Ok," I said and followed him in. When we reached the door to the building I stopped him and kissed him fast and hard.

His hands gripped my hips and I felt his bulge growing more as it pressed into my belly.

When I pulled away he asked, "What was that for?"

"A thanks for the drink, just in case I forget later."

His laughter vibrated off the door behind us. "My pleasure," he said then opened the door.

Once inside the elevator he pulled me close again and buried his face in my hair. "Damn you smell great."

"Thanks," I said and trailed my hands up and down his back. The muscles jumped where ever I touched.

"Can this elevator moved any slower?" he grumbled in my ear as he pressed me closer to him. Instinctively I ground my pelvis into his and was rewarded with his low growl of arousal. "Do that again and I'll stop this car between floors."

I giggled in his neck and licked along his ear. The elevator finally stopped and Jack rushed us to his door, with me continually stroking and licking every piece of flesh I could reach. He opened the door and quickly closed it to press me against it. He moved n and locked his eyes on mine.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to my neck, slowly nibbling up and down, making me shiver with wanting him. His hands moved over my body as if he couldn't touch enough of me. 

Wanting to tease him more I pushed on his shoulders to move him back.

He looked at me confused. I just smiled and moved around him and walked into the apartment further, slowly opening my blouse and then let it slip down my arms to fall to the floor carelessly. He followed like a love sick puppy. I walked into his kitchen and turned as I pulled down the zipper on my skirt and let that fall to the floor as well. The fire in his eyes made my heart race with excitement.

"So where's my drink?" I asked oh so calmly.

"Your..." he started then lost track as I reached back and unclipped my bra and let that fall to the kitchen floor. His eye zeroed in on my breasts in full view for him to enjoy.

"My drink," I provided.

"Uh, sure," he said. He moved to his refrigerator, never taking his eyes off me, he opened it and blindly reached in and pulled out a bottle of wine.

Convenient, I thought.

He then probably thought that it would be best if actually watched what he was doing or risk dropping a glass. He poured two glasses half full of the wine.

While he was turned I took the opportunity to room my panties and climb up on his table. I leaned back on my hands so that my breasts were pushed out a little higher. When he turned back to me he nearly bobbled the glasses. I smiled sweetly and waited.

He walked over and handed me one of the glasses. Then he did something I never expected. Slowly he tipped his glass and dribbled wine down my breasts and leaned over to lick it off.

I quickly set down my glass and grabbed his head. I moaned as he licked all the wine from my skin then gently nipped my nipple between his teeth. He moved back and dribbled more wine, but this time on my thighs. He set down his glass next to mine then he kneeled in front of me, and placing his hands on my thighs, he spread my legs wide. While holding my gaze captive with his, he leaned in and began to lick up my legs, collecting the wine as he went.

I couldn't stop from wiggling. He was making my insides turn to mush as he continued to nibbled and suck and lick my legs. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with the erotic sensations flying into one another. I knew this was payback for the strip tease walking in here. He barely touched me the way I wanted and I was soon leaning back until I was lying on the table.

He moved over me and kissed me fiercely. I moaned and fisted my hands in his hair. The contrast of his clothes rubbing over my bare skin made me hotter. Panting I began to pull on his shirt, freeing it from his waist band. My hands snaked under it to touch his flesh. Oh his skin was so smooth and felt incredible. 

I pulled again until I got it over his head and off, throwing it to the floor to join my bra and panties. I wanted him right here on his table, so that whenever he looked at he would remember what we did there. I reached down and opened his fly and pulled down the zipper. He stood to help and shoved them down and off his legs. I was overjoyed to see he hadn't bothered with underwear.

He stood there in all his glory, his impressive erection standing proudly out for me.

I couldn't resist, I reached out and grasped him in my hand and slowly stroke him. He was smooth and hard as a rock. The head was nearing purple from his excitement. Unable to stand it he grasped my wrist and placed my hand on his chest.

"Bed," he said hoarsely.

"No," I said and had his eyes shooting to mine. "Here," I said and reached up to pulled him down to me for a hot searing kiss. Now I had some wine at the bar and that left me feeling giddy. But that was nothing compared to what his kisses did to me.

"Wait," he said as he pulled back.

"Why?" I asked.

He just picked up the glasses of wine and moved them to the counter and then came back to me. I smiled up at him as he ran his hands through my hair. I always loved the feel of someone's hands in my hair. The way he fingers curled to grip it and pull my head back. It was a sense of being controlled but with the freedom to back away if I wanted. 

He leaned in as I saw the heat flare even more in his eyes. I saw then that I was fulfilling a fantasy for him.

"I want you so bad right now," he said. 

"I know," I said and ran my hands over his chest and down his belly. I again grasped his hot cock in my hand and slowly stroked him for his balls to the tip. A little precum seeped out and I swirled my fingers around in it. Then while he watched I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked his taste off them.

Jack groaned, and then he lost it. Grabbing me around the waist he pulled until my ass was just at the edge of the table. He kneeled again but didn't pretend to tease me and went straight for my wanting cunt. I moaned as he devoured me, taking no mercy as my moans got louder and louder. His tongue was heaven and I couldn't keep from wiggling and moving as he licked me from my clit to my love hole. He was skilled at this and he knew it. 

Then it was everything all at once. He touched a finger to my vagina and inserted it deep and fast. I screamed from the pleasure as he reached for my g spot and wiggled it around inside me. He added another finger and my screams increased with the added sensation of him spreading my wider. Then he latched his lips on my clit and that was all it took. My orgasm hit me hard and fast, flinging me over the cliff and crashing me back down.

He stood as soon as my quacking a slowed, my cunt still twitching in the aftermath, and he slid his cock into me. This sparked another orgasm that had me twisting and turning and forcing him into me deeper. He slowly moved his cock out and then slammed back into me, effectively keeping my orgasm going. Whenever I even appeared to be coming down he would do it again. By the fifth chain orgasm he began to thrust into me harder and harder, then faster as he was near exploding.

Then I looked up into his eyes as I felt his balls tighten against my cunt lips and he slammed into me once more. He erupted with a loud howl, and feeling his cum filling my cunt triggered my sixth orgasm for the night. He collapsed on top of me and I held on to him. My body was twitching like it was hit with a live wire. And his wasn't too far from feeling like was as well. I could still feel his cock twitching inside me. I squeezed down hard with my cunt and felt him shudder from the pleasure.

He leaned up enough to look at me. His face said it all. The pleasure and rapture of having been here with me like this was written all over him. He gently pulled out of me and then picked me up to cradle me to his chest. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck as he carried me to his bed. He pulled down the sheets and laid me down and climbed in with me, pulling the sheets up over us.

"MMMmmm that was wonderful baby," I said and rolled over to see his face.

"More then," Jack agreed. "Did you win the bet?"

I started laughing at the thought. "Without a doubt, when we left I saw Julie standing outside next to the car we all came in."

"Do you think any of the girls suspected that we've been dating for three weeks?" Jack asked.

"Not a chance."

"How many drinks did you have anyway? I only counted two."

I moved closer and snuggled against Jack, feeling warm and relaxed as his arm curled around my waist. I yawned, "Maybe three. I wanted to be sure I knew what the bet was about."

"My girls too smart," Jack chuckled and kissed my forehead. 

I smiled up at him and leaned in for a lingering kiss.

"Jack," I said a little sleepily.

"Hmm," he said just as sleepy.

"Is it ok to say I love you?"

I felt Jack's arm tighten around me and I saw his eyes snap open. When he looked down at me I was unsure of what he was thinking.

Jack smiled and rolled over me, pinning me to the bed. He brought his hand up and lightly trailed his fingers down my cheek.

"I've wondered when you would tell me," he said. Then he leaned in and kissed me with a fierceness he hadn't before. He barely lifted his lips from mine and said, "It's ok to say it, as long as I get to say it back."

I laughed and pulled him down to me. We loved each other again, and again through the night.

The next morning when I walked into the office I had six eyes trained on my every move.

Julie was the first to ask, "So?"

Then Kelly piped in, "She's not walking straight enough for me."

"Ok Kelly," Helen said, "We can all see that. So I take it you and the singing stud had more fun after we left."

I just looked at them and smiled a secret smile and walked to my desk without saying a word.

"Oh come on Holly," Kelly protested and followed me. "Give. It's not like we went home with a stud last night."

I laughed and booted up my computer. I was determined to make them sweat.

Julie just watched and I could see she knew I had gone through with going home with Jack and more. It was the more that I saw she was looking for.

When Kelly and Helen saw I wasn't going to give them details here they gave up and headed to their own desks. Julie continued to look at me.

"So?" Julie asked again.

"Make sure to collect on your debts," was all I said and went to work.

Julie burst out laughing and went to her desk as well.

I smiled knowing that my secret would be a hard nut for them to crack. Maybe I'll take it to the next level then next time we all go out. A new game was forming in my head. One that I knew Jack would play along with.



Winning the Bet Pt. 01



"Remind me again why I'm doing this?" she asked as she leaned against the doorframe to her bedroom.

"You lost the bet," I said, taking another swig of my drink. The cheap whiskey in the cola made me grimace as I finished speaking. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room of her apartment, with a nice buzz going.

"It just doesn't seem right that I have to parade around in my underwear while you sit there fully dressed." She stood up as she said this, swaying just a little bit.

"Hey, you lost the bet fair and square. If I had lost you would have made me run naked through the bar, now take your clothes off!"

"I'm not stripping for you!" she laughed, sounding insulted. "I agreed to model the contents of my underwear drawer, not do a striptease."

"Fine, have it your way. First thing, I want to see what you were wearing at work today. I've always wondered what kind of underwear you have on."

She raised an eyebrow at that and walked into her bedroom. I mentally kicked myself for coming on too strong. At the bar, we'd been flirting heavily, and she'd laughed when she agreed to my terms for the bet. Now that we were in her apartment, though, the mood had shifted. I was afraid she'd change her mind and decide I was a creep.

As I was thinking that, she walked back out of her room. The fitted white polo shirt was gone, as were her jeans. She was skinnier than I'd thought, with good-sized breasts. Her white cotton panties rode low on her narrow hips. She leaned against the wall with her arms folded beneath her bra — also white, with a simple floral texture. She seemed amused and uncertain what to do next.

"Come on, don't just stand over there, you said you'd model them for me. You've gotta at least walk over here and turn around so I can get a look at you," I said.

She rolled her eyes, and launched into an exaggerated runway walk. As she approached the couch, she stopped and turned a full circle in front of me, striking a pose like a model.

We made eye contact, and for a moment it was awkward, but then we both burst out laughing. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the whole situation was too strange to take seriously. I made a show of looking her over from head to toe. She turned around and shook her ass at me as she walked back into her room.

"What should I put on next?" she called from the bedroom.

"Well, I don't know what the options are... Why don't you put on something you'd wear on a day when you're feeling a little sexy?"

I heard her rustling around, and after a few minutes she came back out. She paused for a moment in her doorway, and then walked over to me. She had replaced the white cotton with black satin. The bra pushed her breasts together, giving her some nice cleavage. The matching panties were cut high and rose over her hip bones. As she turned around in front of me, I drank in the sight of her. From her stomach along her thighs, and up along the small of her back to her neck. Her hair was still tied in a simple ponytail. As she finished turning, she caught my eye.

"Is this what you were looking for?" she asked in an exaggerated sultry voice.

"Very nice," I agreed. "Now why don't you show me something you'd wear on a date?"

I watched as she walked back into her room, and quickly adjusted myself. I was starting to get hard, and I was hoping it wasn't completely obvious. I took another sip of my drink and fidgeted uncomfortably on the couch.

When she emerged a few minutes later, I forgot all about trying not to be obvious. She was wearing a white mesh thong and matching bra. As she walked slowly towards me, my eyes roamed over her body. The bra was mesh on top and satin on the bottom, and I could just see the edge of her areola. Through the mesh thong, I could see her neatly trimmed landing strip.

"What do you think?" she asked, with one eyebrow arched. She didn't seem to mind the way I was gawking at her.

"Um, it's very, uh, very attractive. I particularly like the mesh bits."

"I can tell," she said, with a quick glance at my crotch. I looked down and mentally cursed at the now obvious erection tenting my pants. I was terrified that at any minute, she would decide this game had gone too far and kick me out. Before I could say anything, she turned her back on me and was striding out of the room.

I shifted around on the couch, trying to find a way to sit that would make my hard-on less noticeable.

"So, what now?" she asked from the other room.

"Well, why don't you show me what you would wear for a guy you were going to bring back to your place?"

Silence. Some part of my brain was screaming at me for being too pushy. Any second now, I thought, she's going to say that's too much, and get rid of me.

Then suddenly she was walking towards me again. But this time she wasn't wearing anything at all. 



Winning the Bet Pt. 02



As he pushed me back onto my bed and struggled to get his pants off, I remember thinking "it took you long enough." Honestly, guys are so dumb sometimes.

Weeks of flirting at work, nothing. Wearing my low-cut top and bending over in front of him, nothing. Finally, when our team went out for drinks, he started to get it. I pretended to get drunk, and made him think it was his idea to propose a bet with scandalous terms.

Still, he was hesitant the whole way back to my apartment. Even as I was modeling successively skimpier underwear, he still wasn't getting it. I could tell he had a hard-on, what was it going to take to get him to make a move?

He finally took the hint when I came out completely nude. Even then, I practically had to climb in his lap, he was moving so slowly. I got him standing and moved him to the bedroom, kissing the whole way. I thought I'd have to take the next step too, but he surprised me by pushing me back onto the bed.

I grinned and bit my lip as I watched him fumble with his belt. Since I was already undressed, I made a show of spreading my thighs and sliding my hand down my belly. He actually groaned as I parted my outer lips to show him I was already wet.

I squeezed my breasts as he kicked his shoes off and struggled out of his shirt. When he tugged his boxers down I got my first glimpse of his pleasingly hard cock, jutting lewdly in my direction.

Finally he finished undressing and threw himself roughly on top of me. He sucked on my neck, breathing heavily in my ear. I gasped as his erect cock pressed against me, red hot on my inner thigh. Reaching between us, I rubbed his head against my lips, coating it in my juices before slipping him in.

I wrapped my legs around his ass, pulling him towards me. He rocked forward, groaning as he pushed deeper inside me. We paused then, savoring the moment. His cock felt firm and large and hot with the walls of my pussy squeezing tight around him. I breathed deep, my face buried in his shoulder as he rested on me and in me.

He propped himself up on his elbows and I put my hands on his shoulders. He closed his eyes as he began fucking me. Slowly at first, then speeding up. I kept getting little shivers down my spine and was already breathing hard. His breathing was more measured, but I heard a quiet little moan punctuate each thrust.

As our motion intensified I dug my heels into his ass, encouraging him to fuck me harder. I rocked my hips in time with his thrusts, inviting him as deep as possible. My pussy started making wet noises with each thrust. I laughed and then gasped as a wave of intense pleasure hit me. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. I gripped his shoulder tight, my fingernails digging into his skin.

Responding to me, he put his weight on one arm and moved his other hand up to my breast. He gave my nipple a rough squeeze, and then reached up to slip two fingers in my mouth. I'm a bit embarrassed to admit I felt a surge of lust and began eagerly sucking. I ran my tongue all along and between his fingers, loudly slurping as he began pushing them in and out. I closed my eyes and imagined it was a cock filling my mouth, mirroring the tempo of the one in my pussy.

Abruptly he removed his fingers and arched his back, grimacing as he thrust deep inside me. His cock felt swollen and thick, and my pussy was tight, trying to pull him deeper.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he grunted breathlessly.

"In my mouth," I blurted. Normally I don't love that, but after all that finger sucking, it felt right.

His pace quickened and I groaned with pleasure, whispering encouragement to him. I was squirming, using my legs to pull him deeper. My pussy was hot and soaking wet. With each thrust his pelvis ground against me, putting pressure on my clit.

Suddenly he groaned and pulled out. He stood up and stepped back from the bed, so I quickly jumped down on my knees in front of him. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, tasting my own juices. I wrapped my lips around his head, one hand around his shaft, and one under his balls. He shuddered as I sucked him deep into my mouth and then backed off.

"I'm going to cum," he groaned. I squeezed the base of his cock and flicked my tongue over the tip. As I slid him in and out of my lips, I felt his head swelling, ready to burst.

He grunted and thrust forward, pushing his cock deeper. I gagged for a second and then sucked hard. His whole body spasmed as his cum filled my mouth. I moaned happily, pleased with the result of my work, and continued rubbing his cock. Gradually it stopped throbbing and twitching as his orgasm faded.

I didn't swallow. Instead I let the cum trickle out of my mouth to fall on my tits and stomach. As he staggered back, weak-kneed, and fell into a chair, I lay back on the bed. I rubbed his cum into my skin and gently tweaked my pleasantly sensitive nipples.

My heart was pounding, and my pussy was swollen, demanding attention. I spread my legs, knowing he had a good view, and began rubbing tight circles around my clit.

"We're not done yet, mister," I purred. "Get over here and put your fingers in me." A moment later I felt him kneeling between my legs, and then felt his thick fingers at my opening. I gasped as he pushed forward, my lips wrapping tightly around them.

I couldn't tell if it was two fingers or three, only that he found a wonderful way to fill me as I rubbed my clit. He set a slow, methodical pace, pushing firmly inside, then sliding out agonizingly slowly. My fingers flew, and my entire world condensed down to just my pussy as my orgasm built. Suddenly he pushed forward at just the right moment, and I came hard with a gush of juices around his fingers.

For a moment, all I could see was colored light, then I groaned as he slipped out. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavily, but I grinned as he lay down next to me and kissed my neck.

He was whispering some sweet nonsense in my ear about winning the bet and all I could do was laugh. This poor dumb boy still thought it was all his idea. I couldn't wait to plant the idea in his head to bend me over a conference room table at work.



Winning the Blowjob Lottery



Author's note: This is a short standalone story, although it also serves as a continuation of the story line involving the characters from my series, titled A Journey to Desire.

"I want to suck a dick."

She stated this in such a matter-of-fact manner that I couldn't help but laugh. It was just an average, ordinary Wednesday night. Michelle was drinking wine, which always tended to make her horny. The kids were sleeping upstairs, and she and I were watching television on the couch together. Given that she was such a talented and enthusiastic fellatrix, I was more than happy to help satisfy her craving. Without hesitation, I lowered my pajama pants and exposed my expanding member.

"No, not your dick," she stated in that same matter-of-fact tone. "I want to suck a new dick."

To most men, this would be a shocking statement to hear from your wife. But two months prior, Michelle and I had made the bold decision to become swingers. We plunged straight into "the lifestyle" without hesitation, and enjoyed an incredible week-long vacation together at a clothing-optional resort where we had sex with others for the first time in our seventeen year marriage.

"Where am I going to find a dick for you to suck at this hour on a Wednesday night?" I asked. She merely shrugged in response.

When we returned from our vacation, we were anxious to continue all the fun we had during our week in Cancun. We immediately joined a website that caters to swingers, and were pleasantly surprised to see how many "like-minded" people there were in our quiet, suburban area. Unfortunately, after searching for two months to find the right match, we had come up empty. Finding a compatible couple -- and one that would actually meet us in person -- proved much more difficult than we had imagined it would be.

The majority of the correspondence we received was from horny single guys. They were drawn to the sexy photos of Michelle that we had posted on our profile, and practically begged us to consider them for a threesome. We always sent a polite response, letting them know that we weren't looking for a single male at the time, but if we ever were, we would keep them in mind.

The notion of watching Michelle work her magic on a complete stranger was making my dick hard, and I decided to see what I could do to make that happen. How difficult could it be, I thought, to find a horny single guy who would be willing to allow this gorgeous redhead to suck his cock? I logged on to our website's chat room with the intention of giving some poor, horny guy the experience of his lifetime.

I immediately recognized one of the user names online. We had mentioned in our profile that Michelle likes "nerdy" guys, and this particular guy certainly qualified. In his photos, he appeared to be a little chubby and awkward, and his profile description actually mentioned the words "Star Wars." He wrote to us earlier that week, and we had sent him the usual polite response. But this was his lucky day.

"How's it going?" I typed, and within seconds he responded.

Great! How 'bout you?

"We're just sitting here watching TV, and my wife mentioned that she wants to suck a stranger's cock. Any interest in helping her out with that?"

I could only imagine his expression as he typed his enthusiastic agreement in response.

"Are you able to host?" I asked. With three kids at home, having a strange man come to our house to get his knob polished really wasn't an option.

His response immediately piqued my interest even further. He stated that he wasn't able to host at his home, but that he could meet us at his workplace. When I asked where he worked, he gave me the name of a high school down the road from our house -- the same high school from which Michelle happened to graduate.

I looked at Michelle and smiled wide.

"What?" she asked, still sipping her glass of wine.

"You're gonna love this," I said. I filled her in on the conversation I was having online with "Steve the Nerd," and her face lit up upon hearing the location for our meeting.

We agreed to meet with Steve at the high school in thirty minutes. As we pulled into the parking lot, I figured there was a very good chance that he would not show up. Most of the people we had encountered online seemed to talk a good game, but got cold feet when the time came to actually meet. But there was only one car in the lot, and when we settled next to it, there was a man sitting in the driver's seat.

He emerged from his car, and I immediately recognized him from his photos online. He appeared to be in his early-forties, wore black-framed glasses and a beard, and was dressed in the traditional teacher's uniform of a button-down shirt and khaki slacks. I greeted him with a handshake, and enjoyed the look on his face when Michelle emerged from our car. Although he had seen her photos online, we had blurred out her face to protect her identity. It was her face, however, that I felt was her best feature.

She was dressed casually in a tight green top that hugged her ample tits, and tight denim jeans that accentuated her firm, round ass. He shook her hand in a business-like manner, and it was clear that he was a bit nervous. He explained that he was a science teacher at the school, and assured us that he had notified the town police to let them know that there would be a couple of cars in the parking lot, so that we would not be disturbed.

His hands shook as he placed his key in the lock, and he led us into the darkened entryway. As we strolled down the hallway, Michelle reminisced with him about her time at the school, and pointed out the various features that had changed since then. This seemed to put him at ease, and by the time we arrived at his classroom door, he appeared much less nervous.

We entered the classroom and Steve switched on the light, revealing a typical high school science lab, complete with a whiteboard, desks, several workbenches, and lab equipment. There was a moment of awkwardness and small talk as we all seemed uncertain how to proceed. Michelle spent some time perusing the lab equipment, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was having second thoughts.

That question was erased when she walked up to Steve, wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a kiss. His hands fell immediately to her waist, and then to her ass. As they continued their make-out session, I pulled out my video camera.

"Would you mind if I recorded you?" I asked, interrupting their embrace. I had brought the camera for two reasons: to record this amazing event for my own repeated viewing pleasure, and so that I wouldn't be standing around awkwardly, watching my wife blow another guy.

"Okay," Steve responded hesitantly, most likely presuming that a "no" answer would have brought an end to his fun. "But just don't get my face. And don't get too much of the background. I could get in real trouble for this."

I assured him that I would not record his face, and that only I would ever see the video. Their make-out session resumed, and Steve's hands moved to the front of Michelle's shirt. He squeezed her breasts, and she lowered her hands to his crotch. I zoomed in with my camera to capture the moment as she rubbed his hard cock through his pants.

"Hmm," she said in a sexy tone, and dropped to her knees in front of him.

"Have you been a bad girl?" he asked in a playful manner.

"I think I need to negotiate for a better grade in science," she quipped, breaking the sexual tension a bit.

She unzipped his pants and reached in through the zipper, producing his rock-hard dick. It was average in size, but so fully engorged that it was dark red in color. She wrapped her lips around his cock head and swirled her tongue for a bit before plunging all the way down his shaft. He emitted a deep and low groan and grabbed a handful of her shirt.

She slowly bobbed her head along his shaft over and over, with her hands grabbing his thighs for support. He moaned in pleasure with each and every stroke of her soft and warm mouth.

"Oh my god," he whimpered. "Your mouth. It feels amazing."

It was clear that this poor guy hadn't had a decent blowjob in a long time, and I instantly felt very generous to have given him this incredible gift. His breathing was erratic, and I sensed that he had already reached a point of near-climax, and was doing everything he could to fight it off.

Michelle's expert mouth slowly bobbed up and down his shaft. She then paused at the bottom and held his cock completely inside her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She reached through his legs, grabbed his ass, and pulled him toward her in an attempt to get him even deeper into her throat.

"Uhhhhh!" he moaned. "I'm not going to last much longer."

She slowly slid her mouth back over his shaft and removed him from her mouth. She wore a dirty smile, and I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying this -- perhaps as much as he was. His dick was elevated at a 45-degree angle, and twitched uncontrollably in the air. She licked slowly up and down his shaft, and his swollen dick throbbed in response to her touch.

She took his cock head into her mouth once more and slid her tongue back and forth along the underside of his shaft. He responded with another moan, louder and more urgent than before. She removed him once again from her mouth and looked toward me with a smile.

"Do you have enough footage, honey?"

"Yeah," I responded. "I think the poor guy's going to pop a blood vessel if you don't finish soon."

"Are you ready to pop?" she asked, looking up at him from her knees. He was so frazzled, he couldn't speak. He simply nodded his head and grunted.

"Then I want you to cum for me," she said.

With that, she slid his wet cock back into her mouth. Once again she reached through his legs to grab his ass and pull him toward her, and she began to furiously fuck him with her mouth. He placed his hands on the back of her head and thrust himself into her mouth, over and over, filling the classroom with the sound of a wet and sloppy blowjob.

Michelle began moaning, and her muffled moans seemed to push him over the edge. With her mouth still filled with his cock, he stopped his thrusting and gave a loud groan. His body tensed and shook, and Michelle did everything she could to swallow his massive load, but it was too much. My camera captured a large stream of milky-white cum that leaked from the corner of her mouth and landed on the classroom floor in a pool. She continued to slurp and suck until his muscles finally relaxed.

Satisfied that she had completely drained him, she removed him from her mouth. She smiled at the camera and rose to her feet. Steve gave her a warm embrace and thanked her profusely. As we walked back through the darkened hallway to our cars, he begged us to get in touch with him again sometime. I didn't have the heart to tell him that this was a one-time deal.

In the end, Michelle satisfied her craving for a strange dick. Steve was left with an incredible story that no one will ever believe. And I have the most amazing and erotic video.



Winning the Contract



Rhys nervously sat at the table of the hotel bar, clutching his drink. His brown hair was ruffled and his tie wasn't straight. For someone trying to impress potential clients, Rhys wasn't doing well.

Opposite him sat Will, a tall, athletic blond guy in his 30s. Next to him was Geoff, a few years younger and a few pounds heavier. His brown hair stylishly spiked. Both had hung their tailored suit jackets on the backs of their chairs. Rhys tried to hide his ill-fitting jacket behind him, as if they'd not seen it earlier.

They'd been discussing the website for a couple of hours and Rhys felt like he was getting nowhere. Having spent his last money investing in camera equipment, he was now desperately trying to get any work possible. Here he was selling his skills to a softcore website. Or so he thought.

"We're getting into some hardcore gonzo stuff." Will explained. "That's where all the money is. You don't have a problem with that do you?"

Rhys feigned interest and wondered how his wife, Michelle, would react. He didn't have a choice though. Will and Geoff excused themselves to go to the loo, leaving Rhys to get another round.

As he stood at the bar, a beautiful blonde walked in. Tall and slim, her coat hid a figure-hugging black dress. Underneath, her slender legs were covered by black sheer hold-ups. It was Michelle and she wandered over to Rhys, a smile on her face.

"Hey handsome, ready for some relaxation?" she asked, temptingly.

Rhys looked around, panicking. "They're still here and I don't want them seeing you."

"Why not?"

"Look, I'll explain later. There are two key cards for my room in my jacket pocket. Take one and wait for me there." Rhys pleaded.

Michelle reluctantly agreed and left him, discretely taking a key card as she headed out of the bar. As she did, Will and Geoff entered, checking out her legs as she passed them.

Rhys continued drinking with them for another round before they all headed up to their rooms. As they rode up in the lift, Rhys got the impression from Will that they were looking for more. Obviously hotel rooms and a night of drinks wasn't enough for these sleazes. All he had left to do was take his camera to their room to demonstrate his skills. He worried Michelle would mind waiting even longer.

As Rhys left the lift at the 3rd floor, he was worried what Michelle would say. His worry turned to panic when he pulled out two key cards. Surely she hadn't taken the wrong one. He hurriedly raced into his room and grabbed his camera. Rhys hoped Michelle had simply gone home. Still he had to hurry.

Rhys burst out of the stairwell and onto the 5th floor as Will and Geoff stood arguing.

"You must have taken it." Accused Will.

"You've lost it, you muppet." Geoff responded.

They both looked up to see Rhys rushing towards them.

"Nice to see an eager worker." Geoff laughed.

Will placed the remaining key card in the lock and opened the door.

"There's something you should know" Rhys stammered. It was too late.

Ahead of Will and Geoff was Michelle, facing away from them.

"About time you got here, I'm so worked up I'll let you do absolutely anything you want", she seductively said as she turned around.

She was shocked to see the grins of Will and Geoff staring back at her. Behind them stood Rhys, camera in hand.

"You sly bastard!" Will cried out.

Rhys and Michelle looked at each other in shock as Geoff and Will entered the room and threw their jackets onto a chair.

"Anything we want, eh?" Will asked, as he put on some music. "How about a dance for the boys?"

"Hey, you should film this", Geoff said to Rhys.

Michelle moved close to Rhys as he walked into the room.

"You need to say something" she hissed at him.

Rhys just shrugged his shoulders and placed the camera on its tripod. Michelle angrily turned back to Will and Geoff, who now sat on the sofa. She sauntered over to them and began flexing her body in time with the music. Rhys, too afraid to speak out, clicked his camera on and pressed record.

As Michelle danced, she began to feel resentful towards Rhys. She made up her mind that she was going to go along with it until he spoke out. As she moved closer to the men, Will began reaching up and stroking her leg. His touch sent electric shocks racing through her body. Michelle thought to herself that she may as well enjoy it as long as she was doing it.

Rhys watched his wife as she ran her hands over her body. She stared into the camera lens as she slid the bottom of her dress up and leaned over. The thought that these men were catching glimpses of her black French knickers made Michelle feel empowered. As she felt the men's hands run up her legs, Michelle reached her fingers up to the straps of her dress. Staring into the camera, she slid them from her arms and slowly peeled her dress down.

Turning, she allowed Will and Geoff to get their first glimpse at her C cup breasts. Her nipples were visible through the sheer black material of her bra. The men could see her nipples were becoming hard as she danced for them.

Rhys watched through the camera, shocked at what he was watching his wife do. He watched as Will stood up and led her to the desk, bending her over it. Will slowly lifted her dress to reveal her French knickers. He spanked her firm arse and smiled. Geoff moved over to the right of her and spanked her other cheek.

"Doesn't sound right with knickers on, does it Rhys?" Geoff laughed.

Michelle reached back, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers. With a deep breath, she slowly pushed them down to reveal her wet pussy. As the knickers fell to the floor, Geoff and Will began spanking.

Rhys watched his wife as the two men took turns spanking her. Each smack into her arse got closer to her pussy. Soon the men's fingers were rubbing along her wet pussy lips and over her arsehole.

"Looks like she's warming up" Will gloated. "Time she returned the favour."

He pulled Michelle upright and turned her around.

"Take your bra off".

There was no hesitation from her this time. She reached back and unclasped her bra before freeing her pert tits. Michelle threw the bra at the camera. Rhys pulled it from the lens in time to see his wife kneel between the men.

She turned her attention to Will, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his semi-hard cock. She tentatively opened her mouth and moved towards it. Her tongue reached out and flicked the head before she engulfed it in her mouth. Her hand began stroking the shaft as it increased in size. When it was fully hard, she realised it was longer than Rhys' dick but the same thickness.

Behind her, Geoff unzipped his trousers and pulled out his already hard cock. Michelle turned to be confronted with his thick cock. She made sure she looked into the camera lens, into Rhys' eyes, as she took it into her mouth. Sliding the thick cock in and out of her mouth, Michelle's hand right hand reached up and wanked Will's long cock. Both guys were hard for her and she was certainly enjoying her power.

"Sit on the table, let's see what those tits taste like" Will told her.

Without stopping stroking the two cocks, Michelle sat on the edge of the table, her legs wide. Will leant down and caressed her nipple with his tongue. As he teased her, Geoff eagerly sucked at her other breast. Squeezing and pawing at it. The contrast between gentle and rough was too much for Michelle. She began to moan as the pleasure built inside her.

Will kissed down her body and knelt between her legs. His tongue licked up the length of her wet pussy lips before darting back and forth over her clit. Still playing with Michelle's nipples, Geoff looked over to Rhys.

"Bring that closer so you can get all the action" he told Michelle's husband.

Rhys moved closer and aimed the camera at Michelle's pussy. He watched as Will licked and sucked her clit. He slipped two fingers inside her. For a second, Michelle paused, before reaching down to grab his hand and pull it deeper inside her.

"Fuck, this slut wants more!" Will exclaimed, as he slipped a third, then a fourth finger inside her wanting pussy.

"See if you can fist her" Geoff egged his friend on.

As Will slipped his thumb inside her, Michelle began the first groans of her orgasm. Will's eased his knuckles inside her dripping wet pussy and Michelle moaned loudly as she climaxed.

As she calmed down, Will slid his hand out of her gaping pussy. "Time that this slut got fucked" he said. As Will and Geoff stripped down so that they were dressed in only open shirts, Michelle moved to kneel on the couch. She threw her dress to the floor and bent over the back, displaying her arse and pussy to the room and the camera.

"You got a good shot of this?" Geoff asked Rhys.

Rhys looked through the lens. He could see his wife, bent over the back of the sofa, her tits hanging below, her pussy gaping. As Geoff went around the sofa, Will moved behind her, stroking his cock hard.

"Time for you to get involved" Will told Rhys.

Rhys looked at him, wondering what he meant.

"Spread her cheeks" Will ordered him.

Geoff laughed as Rhys made his way from behind the camera. Rhys' dick was nearly bursting out of his trousers and this was noticed by both men and Michelle. Rhys stood behind Michelle to the right. He looked across to the camera as he reached down, his right hand on her left arse cheek, left hand on right cheek. Michelle moaned as he slowly spread them apart, her pussy widening.

Will stepped forwards and aimed his dick at her wet pussy. Rubbing his cock head up and down a few times, he moaned. With Rhys still spreading her wide, Will thrust forwards and his cock vanished into her pussy. Rhys watched, his own dick rock hard, as this stranger's cock pumped in and out of his wife's cunt.

Rhys looked up to see Michelle's mouth eagerly bobbing up and down on Geoff's hard prick. Geoff had reached beneath her and was playing with her tits as she sucked him.

After a few minutes fucking, Geoff and Will switched places. Will held his dick inches from her face. "You want to suck your pussy juice from my cock?" he taunted her. She didn't answer. As Geoff rammed his cock into her pussy she was pushed forwards. Her mouth opened automatically and engulfed the shiny wet dick in front of her.

"Fucking hell she's getting loose" Geoff laughed. "Tighten her up" He said to Rhys.

Rhys found himself squeezing his wife's arse cheeks together to make it tighter for this thick-cocked man to fuck her.

"Oh yeah, that's it" Geoff moaned.

He wasn't the only one moaning. Michelle only stopped sucking Will so that she could cry out in another orgasm.

"I think it's time this slut had three dicks to play with" Will said.

As he moved around the sofa, Rhys practically ripped his own clothes off to get naked. He'd never been turned on as much as seeing his wife treated like a whore. Geoff reluctantly withdrew from her pussy and stepped aside.

Will lay on the floor, his cock pointing up to the ceiling. Michelle lowered herself down onto it. Once inside her, she began bouncing up and down on it, taking it deep inside her. Geoff was to her left, by the sofa, and Rhys to her right, by the bed. She reached up and took their cocks in her hands, pulling them towards her mouth. As she fucked Will, she alternated between each dick. Quickening the pace between changes, she brought them closer until she took both dick heads in her mouth together. Her tongue licked round them both at the same time and Geoff soon began to groan.

Michelle took both dicks out of her mouth in time for Geoff to shoot a thick stream of cum onto her face. The next few spurts landed on her tits and Michelle smiled as she became Geoff's sperm deposit.

This was too much for Will to watch and he began bucking his hips upwards. Michelle felt the warm cum begin to fill her pussy up and she pressed down hard on his dick.

Rhys moved back to survey the scene. His wife had one man's cum dripping from her chin and tits. As she stood, another man's cum could be seen dripping from her pussy. Rhys needed to cum too. He thought it was about to end but he was wrong.

"I want more" Michelle said. She made no attempt to clean up any of the cum.

"Better give her what she wants then," Geoff smiled.

Geoff sat back on the sofa, his dick still semi-hard and getting harder. Michelle stroked it a few times before turning to face the other men. She slowly lowered herself onto the thick cock. Michelle then leant back so Will and Rhys could get a good view of this fat dick fucking her well-used pussy.

Will watched for a few seconds before moving to the sofa. He stood on it to Michelle's left and presented her his cock once more. She leaned over and took it into her mouth as if she'd been doing this for years.

Rhys stepped forward, unsure of what he should do and desperate to fuck his wife. He slowly approached the scene, afraid to touch his own dick in case he came too quickly.

"Fuck her," Will told him.

"But..."Rhys hesitated, looking at Geoff's thick shaft as his wife's pussy slid up and down it.

"There's plenty of room," Geoff laughed.

Rhys tentatively moved forwards. He looked into his wife's eyes and all he saw was lust looking back.

"I want two dicks in my pussy," she told him in no uncertain terms.

Rhys aimed his cock above Geoff's and pushed forwards. It took a second or two to get the head in, but once it was, the shaft slid in easily. Michelle groaned loudly until her sound was muffled by Will's dick in her mouth.

Rhys and Geoff alternated strokes and Rhys looked down to see Will's cum acting as lubricant for the two cocks. He looked up to see his cum-covered wife greedily sucking down Will's dick. Rhys felt his balls begin to twitch, the feeling of cum racing up and along his shaft. His dick exploded with cum as Rhys had his most intense orgasm in ages. He pumped cum into his wife's pussy until he was empty. Rhys withdrew and staggered back to sit on the edge of the bed.

Will moved aside and Michelle lay down on the sofa. Her legs were spread and her gaping cunt leaked the cum of two men. Will and Geoff stood over her. She lifted her right hand over her head to jerk Will's cock. With her left hand, she wanked Geoff's dick as he aimed it towards her open pussy.

Will was first to cum. Streams of white liquid cascaded down onto Michelle's face and tits. Within seconds, Geoff's dick shot spurt after spurt of thick cum onto Michelle's pussy. The men moved away to leave her lying there content, covered in their cum.

Rhys couldn't believe what had just happened. He got his clothes back on, as did Geoff and Will, but Michelle just lay there, her fingers slowly running across her cum-covered body.

Geoff went into the bathroom for a shower as Will approached Rhys. "We could definitely use a cameraman like you. You've got the contract", he said, smiling. Rhys had forgotten there even was a contract but he shook Will's hand all the same.

"One condition though", Will said.

Rhys just stared at him in disbelief.

"You convince her to be a regular star. She'd fuck anything that moves".

Rhys didn't know what to say. "I'm not sure...."

"Count me in" said Michelle, as she rose to her feet. She slipped her dress back on, picked up her underwear and walked to open the door. "See you boys soon". She winked as she stepped into the hall, still covered in cum.

Rhys grabbed his camera and went to follow her.

"Hey!" Will motioned him to return.

Rhys froze in the doorway, unsure what was going on. Will walked over and got the tape from the camera.

"You nearly left with our websites first hardcore video!" Will laughed as he closed the door on Rhys.

The End.



Winning the Contract on Her Back



Tom

Over the last couple of years Eileen's sexual experiences with the US principals of our pet accessory business continued from when she had first used her charms on the last night the guys had been in the UK, to help clinch the agency for us. When they came across to service the agency she often serviced them!

It re-started about six months after we got the agency when Mel came over to Birmingham to help his guy from the US and Eileen on the stand at a Pet Trade Show. Although it was potentially a very important show for us to confirm the agency the weather was bad at home in Scotland and with dogs (12) to look after, our dog sitter ill and an ailing uncle I had decided that I was needed more at home. I noted that Eileen didn't appear too disappointed that I couldn't go and said it might do no harm for her to socialise a bit with Mel and Alan to cement the relationship as it was coming up for confirmation.

While I was grateful to the guys for "breaking in" Eileen anally and had enjoyed the "fruits of their labour" ever since it felt a little strange to think of her spending nearly three nights with guys who had her in virtually every way possible and especially with one of them being a late twenties/early thirties black guy who I knew she had found really attractive.

I have to admit on our last night together I was both a little jealous and a whole lot turned on by the thought of my wife allowing this young black guy full and free access to her body. I certainly wanted her ass but she said she didn't fancy sitting about with a painful rear so I had to be satisfied with taking her orally and in her pussy. 

Eileen

I have to admit I was looking forward to seeing the guys again particularly Mel -- not just because the agency had been good for us but I really had found him really attractive and to be frank I felt the urge to have some young hard cock again. I had been quite looking forward to getting together with Tom, Alan and him, but when domestic circumstances meant that Tom couldn't go I must admit that the thought of three nights with a young drop dead gorgeous guy was quite something to look forward to and Alan , his boss might be a bit of a bonus. 

We normally stay at a budget hotel but Mel advised me that as a treat he had booked us both into a real luxury hotel -- this looked good for the confirmation of our contract after the trial period was up. I have to say I was really looking forward to the trip and treated myself to a few extra items of clothing and lingerie including a couple of much shorter 13.5" and 14" skirts.

When I arrived at the hotel I was a little disappointed to find Mel had booked in already and gone into town. I was also delighted to find he had booked me a very large and pleasant room at the front of the hotel. I had just unpacked some things and 'phoned Tom to advise him I arrived safely when reception called to advise me that Mr Tompkins was in reception and could I join him in the bar for a drink. 

The bar was very plush like the rest of the hotel but I had barely time to take it in when he rose and enveloped me in a bear hug before pushing me back to arms length to take a look at my unbraed breasts in my tight sweater, and my tight jeans tucked in to my over the knee suede boots before pronouncing me " Even more gorgeous than he remembered". When he asked me how my room was I told him very pleasant and he said Alan ( his MD) thought we had deserved a treat for doing so well in our first six months for the company and booked Tom and I into one of the superior rooms on the basis we were going to do even better in the incoming year. That sounded good for the confirmation of our contract. He said it was a pity Tom couldn't come but delighted I could! 

He also said they had booked a large double suite but Alan couldn't come so he had changed it one of the hotel's "speciality" suites. When I asked him what the speciality was he smiled and said I would see what he meant as he had ordered dinner for us there rather than the brasserie. He ordered us G&Ts and toasted to an even more "profitable and fruitful relationship."

We sat down to have a brief discussion about the figures for the past six months and their projections for the next six. They were pleased that we had managed to exceed our projections but pointed out that we were still a fair bit off the guaranteed turnover promised by the company that had been our competitors for the agency. He said jokingly that Alan ( his CEO) had said that they shouldn't have taken what I could offer personally into the decision! When I rather naively said " Was that really a factor?"

He said " It was good and we both fancied you like hell when we saw you but we were more impressed by your obvious motivation to get the job done -- your performance in the sack was just a tremendous bonus!" He then went on "Seriously, you guys have done quite well but I think you need to step it up a gear for the next six months."

When I asked slightly tongue in cheek "You mean us commercially or me in the sack?" 

He smiled and said " I have plans for both!"

He asked could we meet early, 7.30ish in his suite for dinner as we had a lot to discuss. We finished our drinks and I went back to my room to change.

I 'phoned Tom to tell him of my concern over the contract on the basis of our conversation and asked him what he thought. He said he thought Mel was perhaps just dangling the contract to get into my knickers again as they wouldn't have booked us into a top hotel to give us the sack. He said Americans tended to be hard business men but in this case Mel wanted to obviously mix business and pleasure. When I asked was he comfortable with that, he said it was up to me what I did with Mel, but not to commit too much in terms of the financial turnover we could guarantee. When I realised he was more concerned over what I did with our finances rather than my body I was rather piqued and retorted" So you don't mind what I give him sexually so long as I don't commit to giving them more money?"

He replied " You're a big girl and you've already let him have all you can give." 

I thought to myself -- well I just have to see what more I can give him!

I showered carefully with sandalwood gel and dressed to show Mel what could be a very attractive bonus. I was under no illusions about my 48 year old body. While my body still draws admiring glances from guys half my age when I dress to show it off there are some aspects that I hate including my stomach with its stretch marks, my arms which are heavier than I would like, and I don't particularly like my very prominent pussy mound. To balance this I work hard at the gym and I am blessed with a naturally curvaceous figure with a good waist; my 40c boobs are still fairly full and not too droopy and look good with a bit of support; my ass is still fairly curvaceous although bigger than I would like and my legs look OK especially in stockings. I still hoped I had enough to keep this young guy interested for three nights!

For the evening I chose a long sleeved see through tight black top with a sheer jacket over it, one of my new short flared skirts which I think makes my legs look good, but also gives a flash of thigh and stocking top when I walk and when I modelled it for Tom he said showed the lot when I bent over. This was teamed up with my longish suspender belt which hides my tummy, a black g string with diamond butterfly between my hips, black lace top stockings and 4" stilletoes. I thought to myself if this doesn't wow him nothing I have to offer will. 

When I went up to his suite and knocked the door I had hardly time to take in the opulence of the suite and the fact that he had scented candles lit and a Sinatra CD playing, as my outfit obviously had the desired effect as he firstly exclaimed " Wow -- you look absolutely fantastic." Before pulling me into his arms and starting to kiss me and grope my breasts. 

In spite of the fact that he looked drop dead gorgeous in a open necked white silk shirt open and tight black shiny jeans and the fact that I could feel his very hard long erection against me, I decided to play it cool and said " Hey I thought we were here to talk business." 

He broke away reluctantly and taking my hand and said what do you think of "our love suite." When I said I was already booked in to a room, he said he had reserved that for Tom's benefit and any clients we might bring back to the hotel but that he had hoped we could continue "where we had left off" and enjoy the facilities of "the love suite" - a package in which this hotel specialised. 

He gave me a guided tour included a glorious suite, champagne on ice, chocolate dipped strawberries, aromatic oils and candles, a king size bed and informed me that we would be served a champagne breakfast in bed. This was in addition to the L shaped sofas, plasma TV, DVD and surround sound, and the double roll top bath and walk in wet room.

He had obviously set out to impress me and had succeeded.

I was flattered that this gorgeous young guy wanted to share a room with me as a partner for a full three nights and I hoped that he wouldn't be disappointed when he saw my mature body full undressed. He offered me a glass of champagne and said dinner would be served in about 20 minutes. 

They obviously thought him terribly important because we had just settled down to a glass of champagne and "getting the business bit out of the way" -- when a young blonde haired guy in his twenties arrived with another bottle compliments of the management. 

Mel deftly tipped him and asked him could he do him another big favour. "Peter could you get someone to pack Mrs Walker's gear and bring it up she has decided to share with me." The guy was slightly embarrassed when he realised the implications of the move but he recovered his composure well and obviously because of the large tip he had received said he would be delighted to do it himself. Not wanting the guy to have to go through my underwear drawer I said I would go with him. As Peter stepped aside to let me through the door, Mel pecked me on the cheek and patting my rear said " now get that beautiful butt down and back as soon as possible I have some real plans for that tonight!"

It was a surreal situation for me to be tottering along a hotel corridor in very high heels and then sharing a lift with a young guy with most of my assets on show and with him realising these mature assets were going to be well used that night by a rich young black guy.

When we arrived at my room I asked Peter to put my dresses, tops, skirts and trousers in the case and clear the drawers except the bottom one ( where my undies were), while I put together my make up and washing gear from the bathroom. I noticed he had left the knicker drawer open and my vibrator and undies on display. In my embarrassed haste to clear it myself, I quickly went over and without thinking bent over quite forgetting that when I did so he would have a flash of not only my stocking tops and thighs but also my butt cheeks. When I turned and saw him looking this really flustered both him and me and conversation between us was really quite stilted when we made our way back up to the suite. 

My own embarrassment was compounded when Mel greeted me with a glass of champagne and asked Peter to take my things through to the bedroom and that he unpack my things in the closet and drawers on the right. When I demurred and said I would unpack my own things whispering to him that I didn't want Peter seeing and handling my underwear. He smiled and said quite loudly " Don't be worried about Peter seeing your underwear -- if he's lucky he might even see you modelling some of it!"

At that he bent down to kiss me with his left hand fondling my rear while Peter was unpacking my things. I was slightly mollified when he said " You look and smell absolutely gorgeous -- I am really looking forward to tonight."

I tried to push him away gently as I didn't want to embarrass Peter any more by him seeing Mel fondling me but he was obviously quite turned on and putting his arm round my waist pulled me closer again saying quite loudly " Don't act the prude and don't worry about Peter he realises that you have come up here to be well fucked!"

I think both Peter and I had flushed faces at Mel's frankness when Peter emerged from the bedroom to receive another large tip. Mel asked him if he could hurry up the meal as we had a lot of business to get through!

When he had gone Mel said "I hope you won't be offended but I got you some presents today in duty free and also in a more specialist shop in town." He handed me five little boxes and I was in the middle of opening them when two young guys arrived with dinner -- a lavish sea food starter followed by steaks with bottles of Sancerre and Claret to accompany -it smelt absolutely gorgeous and I realised how hungry I was. 

While the guys set up the table Mel set about teasing me sexually as if they weren't there and told me to keep unpacking the presents, which he described as 'naughty and nice.' Duty free first -- was a bottle of Chanel No 5 and a black negligee -- he said Marilyn Monroe wore nothing, but the latter might stop us shocking whoever brought our breakfast. I flushed a little when he said to the guys " I bet you'd rather see Eileen in the Chanel No5!"

I flushed even more and the two guys did a double take when I opened the other - a very large tube of KY jelly and a pink jelly butterfly vibrator. 

Mel was totally unabashed and when the guys indicated they were ready to serve the first course of dinner, he helped me off with my jacket and I noticed the two guys did a "double take" when they saw my un-braed breasts in the sheer top. I saw them smirk when Mel actually brought the vibrator and KY to the table describing them as "Eileen's sweet course."

I was glad that the room had only dimmed lighting and candle light, as I felt my cheeks were burning, as the guys served me a sea food platter and a large glass of Sancerre.

When they had gone with instructions that they could collect the dishes etc when they were bringing breakfast, over the main course I chided him about him deliberately trying to embarrass me in front of the guys. As we ate and drank more wine he simply said he had been trying to get me to "loosen up". He said he liked his women to be confident about their sexuality and he thought after the night he and Alan had with me that I would have certainly had a lot more experience since then. He was a little shocked when I said I had hoped to but because of business commitments we hadn't really had a chance. He grinned wickedly and said "Well, then you've a lot to catch up on over the next few days."

I was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol and I said that I was fairly well up for most things in bed but I didn't really like the thought of the hotel staff thinking I was a bit of a slut. He said that there would have been talk anyway when they knew I had moved into the "Love Suite" with black guy and it was best to bring it out into the open and enjoy it.

I said I didn't mind dressing sexy in public or private but the presents he had basically indicated that I was up for everything. He said for me not to be silly that the guys would have known a sexy big woman like me would need more than one guy's cock dildo or otherwise and with an ass like mine they would have known it was going to get some use! And for the butterfly he hoped that I would wear it in the bar at night and maybe even flash the guys with it! When I must have looked a little askance at this he reminded me that I had gone commando the first time Alan and he had met me and hadn't been afraid to show off my "box" then. 

He went on to say he really liked his women to have no limits and he had hoped I would be up for everything including a bit of exhibitionism and perhaps even inviting one or more of the hotel staff to join us.

I felt I was in danger of appearing a bit prudish and in danger of disappointing him when he had gone to quite a lot of trouble to demonstrate how much he wanted to impress me so I said, " Well as I said, I am up for most things and its up to you to help me stretch any limits I do have." 

I was a little stunned when he said, "Well let's strike while you're in the mood to be adventurous, finish off your steak and we'll take dessert later. I'll order another bottle of champagne and you can show me you're not afraid to let the waiter see that you're a real sexy liberated woman." 

When I asked him what that entailed he said was I prepared to go with the flow and take my lead from him. I realised I was getting into dangerous territory but I had enough to drink and wanted to reassure him I could meet his expectations so I nodded assent. I gulped down the last of my steak and a huge glass of dutch courage and waited for the knock at the door. 

It was Peter with an ice bucket of champagne and Mel told him to put it on the bedside table. As we got up from the table he gave Peter another tip and said for him to take away the rest of the dinner plates. Peter asked " Would you like to see the dessert menu?"" 

Mel smiled and putting his arm round me said "This is going to be my dessert". I must have tensed a little at him being so obvious because reaching down slightly he lifted my skirt to my waist, exposing stocking tops, thighs, suspenders and g string covered crotch and said to Peter " Wouldn't you rather have this than a plate of dessert?" 

When Peter embarrassed mumbled some sort of assent, " Now you close the door when you finish off here because I'm going to take this bit of dessert into the bedroom to fuck her until breakfast time."

With that he led me with very flushed face into the bedroom and without closing the door he started to help me off with my top before stripping his own shirt off to release his very toned body. As he started to kiss and fondle me and his hands went up my skirt to fondle my pussy and push aside my string, I have to say I found his hard young body and hands so exciting that I wasn't too worried about the guy clearing up in the outer room. This was followed by first his probing fingers and tongue at my pussy and I was long past worrying about what Peter could see or hear. As his tongue rolled around my clit and he moaned that he had been dreaming about filling my big box I was greedily releasing his long hard erection to perform a mutually satisfactory and exciting sixty nine. 

He had obviously been looking forward to having me as much as I had been to having him because just as I climaxed to a very noisy orgasm I felt he climax and release, spurt after spurt of spurt of salty semen into my throat. As we lay still locked together we heard the click of the outer door and we both laughed when we realised that Peter had heard if not seen round one of our love making. 

When we rolled apart Mel padded outside and as he did so I admired his tight butt cheeks and toned thighs and thought how pleasurable it was going to be to have both between my thighs. As he returned with the bottle of champagne and two glasses I admired even more his now hardened again long penis and realised that this young guy could really be "fucking me until breakfast".

I thought I would take the initiative for a change and as he approached me with the two glasses of champagne I reached between his legs and taking a handful of his balls and the base of his rock hard cock. I had a sip of champagne before kissing the tip of his cock with my champagne covered lips and murmuring "I really do want you between my thighs." 

I was delighted at his reaction as he thrust hard into my hand with his penis as he drained his glass of champagne before thrusting it into the glass and offering his champagne covered cock to my lips to be given " a bit more head Eileen before I fill that big box for you."




Winning the Contract on Her Back



As I obediently put his cock to my lips he thrust hard into my mouth and at the same time grabbed a handful of my hair to push my head towards his hard thrusts. I gagged a bit at his forceful intrusion and he withdrew most of his length and apologised but saying he loved "face fucking" me. He rode my mouth more gently before gently pushing up my skirt, parting my thighs he mounted me surprisingly gently. 

It was heavenly as I opened my thighs to let him feed me his long hard cock and he gently fondled my breasts and rode me with deep through gently teasing penetrating thrusts and my excitement mounted as the thrusts of his cock and my responses brought me closer and closer to climax. He started to tease me with his cock as I thrust my mons up for deeper stimulation and I found myself screaming for him to ride me harder. 

He didn't need any encouragement and grabbing my buttocks as I put my thighs round his thighs and grabbed his he mounted me hard and rode me hard thrusting and twisting his rod deeply into me until I was screaming with pleasure and begging for more. As I literally climaxed on the end of his erection and lay moaning I heard him say "you really loved that didn't you?"

I realised later I must have sounded like a real slut when I heard myself moaning "Mmmm that was great but give me more I want you to cum in me."

" Baby I'm pacing myself, we've all night and you have plenty more places for me to cum -- but if you want me to give you a load turn over and I'll fuck that big box doggy style."

As I obediently turned over to put up my ass to be ridden he helped me on to my knees by grabbing a handful of my pussy and pronouncing it one of the biggest boxes he had ever fucked. As I turned to encourage him to mount me I caught sight of us in the huge mirror beside the bed. 

I had never seen myself before in the throes of sexual excitement and I remember thinking with my large breasts dangling and my long blonde hair falling over my face I didn't look bad at all! What was even more of a turn on was to see the obvious desire in Mel's face as he mounted my pussy from behind. This time there was no teasing as he grabbed my buttocks with both hands and rammed his long hard rod deep into my vagina. This was not making love this was the hard raw rather primeval sex of like two wild animals coupling such as a young stag taking a mature hind or a young stallion a mature mare, as boobs dangling I thrust my rear up to be taken and to meet the wild thrusts of his hard young cock. 

I was pure animal bliss to see and feel how much this young handsome stud wanted me and fantastic to feel his large heavy balls slap against my butt cheeks as his insistent thrusts drove him deeper and deeper into me. Both of us were on fire with lust and my noisy demands to ride me harder soon resulted in him tensing and I bucked wildly against him to take the last drop of his seed as he pumped a massive load of ejaculate against my womb.

Afterwards I was glad I was past child bearing age but at the time I was so hot for him that even had I been in danger of being pregnant I would have willingly taken his seed.

I fell forward on the bed as he dismounted and smiled as I realised that both of us were bathed in sweat -- he looked rather better than I did with the sweat forming a sheen on his impressively muscled body while I had my skirt up round my waist. 

As I luxuriated in the feeling of having been " well serviced" I felt a large hard slap on my exposed rear as he ordered me up to get my skirt off and garter belt off for us to have a shower. 

I am self conscious about my stomach but the obvious lust he had displayed for me reassured me that he would probably overlook this imperfection and certainly the tender way in which he took me into the shower with him totally reassured me. He very gently soaped my breasts between my legs and encouraged me to soap his cock and balls. As I did so I felt him harden again and he initiated some ass play by turning me round and soaping between my hips before inviting me to do the same to him. By the time he turned round he was erect again and this seemed to get even harder when the ass play got a little more serious and we started to finger each other's butts. 

When things got a little bit heated and he inserted two fingers rather roughly into my anus and I tense, he relaxed a bit and smiled saying " lets get dried off with a glass of champagne and I'll get you ready for a bit of cock there."

By the time we had dried each other off in our towelling robes and had a glass of champagne we were both feeling not only a high state of sexual excitement but fully relaxed in each others company and ready for more lovemaking. Mel had apologised for his rather rough assault on my rear and I had made it clear that with the right preparation he could have it and whatever else he wanted. When he asked was I up for everything he wanted and I said yes -- he smiled and said "We'll see!"

Taking me by the hand he kissed me and told me how beautiful and desirable I was as he helped me out of my robe and handed me another glass of champagne. Smiling wickedly he reached for the KY Jelly and said " Lets see if old Tom has been keeping that rear open for the cock it is built for."

Leading me over to the bed he bent me over but instead of the assault on my rear that I had been expected I was pleasantly surprised to find his tongue rather than his cock probing my anal rosebud. Initially it tickled a little but as he got more serious the darting and licking motions he made entering it into my sphincter was a real turn on and I was soon responding my thrusting back to meet it. In my sexual naivety I didn't realise I had been "rimmed." Quite frankly while I obviously knew guys liked taking women anally and properly prepared this could be reasonably pleasurable but I hadn't realised they could or would do anything so intimately pleasurable.

My rear was crying out for penetration and I soon felt the cool salve of the KY being spread along my ass crack and eased into my sphincter by well lubricated fingers. It was all done so gently and sexily that I have to say for the first time that I had anal sex I was really open and up for it. 

He seemed to realise this and cupping my left breast and nuzzling my neck he put his cock between my hips he said " I think you're ready for this." When I murmured " Oh, yes please." I felt him enter the head of his rock hard cock into my anal ring and suggested I ease back on to him." He had his cock and me so well lubricated that in spite of the length and girth of him he slipped in reasonably painlessly although I felt him stretching me. When he gently started to ride me I was able to respond and even teased him by something I had developed with hubby -- clenching my buttocks and holding him in. 

This seemed to really turn him on and the tempo increased and he pushed me on to my knees on the bed facing the mirror while he came up over my back and pulled my rear up to meet him. I was fascinated to see how he had mounted me as he looked just like a stallion taking a mare.

In spite of his earlier exertions his desire for my rear was obviously very strong and my responsiveness to his deep thrusts obviously turned him on and he was soon ejaculating deep into my bowels. Whether it was because he had prepared me so well or my desire to please him, or his initial gentleness it was a very pleasurable experience and very different to the "buggering" Alan and he had given me when they first took my rear. When I said, "Mmmm that was OK but tonight was really good!"

He smiled as he dismounted and said it was fantastic and that he really loved my big ripe ass with its cool creamy buttocks and was looking forward to having a lot more of it. As he padded away to the bathroom to get cleaned he turned back and smiled when I said " If its as good as that, as much as you want." 

It was rather funny to see his cock dangling instead of rampant as he came back to bed with two more glasses of champagne. As we sipped our champagne he said I had certainly been more up for anal sex this time round as " old Alan had almost had to rape me to get his cock into my ass." I explained that Tom and I had been having anal sex reasonably frequently reasonably frequently but that his preparation this time including tonguing me had been really relaxing. 

He was stunned that I didn't know what rimming was or that I had never given or taken it before. He smiled and said " I will give you a lot more of it this trip and I hope you will do the same to me."

I was sufficiently drunk to ask him would he like it then and there and he smiled and said " I thought you'd never offer." Turning round he got on to his knees and encouraged me to hold his cock and balls with one hand while opening his buttocks with the other to tongue his anus. As my tongue hit his anus I felt him pus back against my face and at the same time he started to get hard again. As I tongued him he writhed with pleasure against me and I wanked his cock hard. He obviously found it very exciting as he was moaning with pleasure and thrusting quite frenetically into my hand. Eventually he cried out "I'm cumming off" and as he did he put one leg over my arm and turned to face me. And as continued to wank his cock he came off spraying my face and hair with ejaculate. 

Temporarily exhausted he lay down beside me wiping the cum of my face and kissed and cuddled me telling me I was absolutely fantastic. It felt fantastic to have shared so much intimacy with this very handsome, well built young guy and I was most content to lie in his arms as the effects of my long journey and copious quantities of alcohol took effect. I could have quite easily gone to sleep but he initiated a little more ass play and as he lay and cuddled and played with each others rears I felt his erection start to stiffen again. I smiled and murmured "You really are insatiable." 

He grinned and said " Only with you -- surely you're not telling me you wouldn't like more cock?"

When I said I would love him between my thighs again he very quickly spread my thighs and very gently mounted me and started to ride me with long slow thrusts. With our bodies tied together at the front and impaled on each others fingers in the rear it really did feel like really intimate lovemaking. With both out lusts rather sated this was slow relaxed and very pleasurable and he brought me to a long slow climax before stepping up his pace and depositing his ejaculate deep into me. 

I think I must have fallen asleep with him still in me because I was awakened by a knock at the door and the call " Room Service".

As I shook the sleep from my eyes Mel rolled over and said "Eileen you get the door."

When I said I would be too embarrassed he said I had to really stop being so prudish. 

In spite of this I ducked further under the clothes when he shouted to come in. I was quite surprised to see him walk totally naked with a semi erection to meet the guy who was serving breakfast and I hear him say. " Hi Peter, I could do with a glass of that champagne after the night we've had. I'm sure Eileen can do with a glass -- will you take it through." 

I was embarrassed to have to site up topless to take the champagne from Peter as I noticed his eyes never left my breasts and even more so when Mel got into bed with me and asked Peter to bring the trolley with the food and champagne through as we would have it in bed. As Peter left the room Mel took my empty glass from me and pulling me down started to initiate some love play. When I muttered " Wait till he goes." 

He said "If you don't stop being so prudish I'll invite him to join us."

He settled for getting his cock into me from behind and groping my breasts as Peter brought the food in. However he got his own back when he said " Just leave it there I'm going to give Eileen a bit of pre breakfast cock first and she seems a bit shy with you here."

I was quite annoyed with him and said so when Peter left, but he said he was disappointed with me being so prudish and in fact I wanted another champagne breakfast he expected me to open the door to the waiter the next day wearing no more than heels.

His whole attitude really quite ruined the loving relaxed rapport we had built up overnight and when I asked him quite sharply what he wanted from me he was quite sharp in his retort.

He replied " Firstly, we want a greater financial commitment from Tom and you and secondly if we're going to take your sexual assets into the equation I want you to have absolutely no sexual limits."

When I said I hadn't minded putting out for Alan and him , and had really enjoyed last night I didn't see why he would seek to embarrass me in front of strangers, I really saw the hard side of him when he said that I hadn't minded flashing my bare cunt when I thought it might help get the agency. He went on to say that he had expected fully no limits sex from me when he booked us into the Love Suite for 3 nights. 

I retorted that " Perhaps I might be better to go back to my own room if I was disappointing him." He snapped back that that might be a good idea. 

I took a few clothes to dress for going to the show -- black ytousers, white shirt and jacket and when back in my own room phoned Tom. If I had expected sympathy and support I got virtually none. He was annoyed that I'd put out virtually everything without getting a commitment on the agency and having done this he couldn't understand why I was worried about a waiter seeing me involved in some sex play. When I asked me did he really want me to be treated like a slut he gave a similar retort to Mel in that he said I had initiated the link between sex with them and the agency. I rang off in a very bad mood. 

Things were a bit strained in the taxi going we were very busy at the show in the morning and we did excellent business -- nearly half of what Tom and I had done in the past six months of calling with retailers. 

When I phone Tom at lunch with this good news he said that I would be silly to throw away our hard work over the last six months and the potential on Mel wanting me to be a bit of an exhibitionist. I said I wouldn't mind so much if he had been there but I didn't want everyone in the hotel thinking I was a real slut. He suggested it didn't really matter. 

I didn't really have a chance to speak to Mel until we were in the taxi going back and was wondering how I could initiate a discussion. I was relieved when he said he had seen how hard I had worked and how committed I was to the business and apologised for being rude with me that morning but said he couldn't understand how I could be both so overtly sexy and yet really a bit prudish. I said that it was because I had only recently become more sexually liberated and the pace that he wanted me to progress was a bit faster and more frightening than I had thought about. I went on to say I had really loved being with him, I loved the way he made love to me and taken me to new sexual heights and if he wanted me to be more liberated I would try it. 

He smiled and leaned over whispered to me " Well open your shirt and left the taxi driver have a flash of your tits when we stop." Getting into the spirit of it, although I had no bra on, I asked how far open and he said to the waist. 

I thought "What the hell" and quickly unbuttoned my shirt. Initially I was a little embarrassed when Mel started to grope me and I realised the Asian taxi driver could see this. But I thought I suppose I am being rather silly worrying about people knowing that Mel is fucking me. When we stopped and the taxi driver turned round to tell us the fare Mel I could see him looking at my exposed cleavage and tits and I found that I didn't really mind this.

Mel was pleased and cuddled me as we went into the hotel saying, " Now that wasn't too bad was it?" When I said I hadn't really minded he suggested we go into the bar and brighten up a few more guys day. Really getting into the swing of things now, I said Ok, and was actually quite pleased to see the obvious interest in the waiter's eyes as he looked into my plunging neckline, to see my largely exposed mature breasts, when he took our order. And he obviously liked what he saw since he could hardly take his eyes off them when he brought our drinks. I think Mel's large tip was only a bonus!

Mel asked me straight out was I embarrassed about showing my body off or was I embarrassed about letting people see that I was putting out for a black guy. I said I was a more embarrassed about my body but a little embarrassed about hotel staff thinking I was a bit of a slut for putting out for a young guy. 

He grinned and said " Don't I really enjoy your body and if you relax a bit you'll see that most of the young guys who see you would love to get into your knickers. Now can we have the no limits sex you talked about."

He explained that when he was at college he worked as a pool boy for a lot of rich people and initially couldn't believe his luck when was seduced by a rich mature white women who was up for everything with him including loving having her ass fucked. However when he asked her out on a date she just laughed at him and made it clear that she did not want anyone to know about the relationship -- he was for sex only. He made up his mind then that when he was wealthy he would be overt in all his relationships.  

I was keen to make up and said " OK, I really will try to be as extrovert as you want me to be." 

"Good that's the way I like my ladies to be!"

He suggested we have one more drink before we go up and when the waiter came over he wanted me to have my hand on his crotch. When I did I could feel that the idea excited him as I could feel his long erection through his trousers. I must have blushed a little when the young guy saw where my hand was but somehow it did feel rather good to be so sexually overt in public. 

I blushed even more when Mel said to the waiter, whose name tag gave his name as Tim, " Tim can you arrange to get a bottle of champagne sent up to our suite, Eileen loves having champagne when she's making love and I don't think she wants to wait until after dinner." He booked the corner table in the restaurant for 8.00.

When we got into the lift he eased my boobs out of my shirt and started to kiss and fondle them. I was rather glad that there was no one waiting for the lift on our floor and he had me walk boobs exposed and bouncing to our suite.

I have to say with the couple of large G&Ts in me and the desire to please him I was quite enjoying showing my assets off in public and the fact that I was responding more easily seemed to have really focused him on my breasts. Because telling me he was going to "tit fuck those gorgeous boobs" he propelled me to the bed and quickly 

Dropping his trousers thrust his cock between my breasts. Tom loves to ride my boobs so I am quite experienced at this so it really seemed to turn Mel on when I held them up to be taken. 

He was obviously well turned on because as I looked down to admire the sight of his long black cock between my creamy white breasts I felt him tense and my face and neck was sprayed with ejaculate. He smiled and said " I really needed that -- I've been lusting after those breasts all day and its great you're now prepared to really show them off." As he stood up I leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock and said 

" I'm sorry I was a bit prudish earlier on , I really love being with you in private and in public and I don't care who sees me with you or who realises that I'm sleeping with you."

As I was using a tissue to clean myself up there was a knock at the door and I heard the call "room service." Mel grinned wickedly and shouting out he said " wait a minute we're changing." said to me "Well now's your chance to show your new confidence -- take your shirt and trousers off and answer the door." 




Winning the Contract on Her Back



I realised quickly this was a big test but I thought to myself I'll show him that I'm up for whatever he wants. I quickly dropped my trousers and peeled off my shirt leaving me naked except for a black g string and heels. The young guy , Ryan, was quite taken back when he opened the door to see my almost naked body but recovered well when I suggested he bring the champagne through to the bedroom. I felt dangerously exciting when walked ahead of him into the bedroom realising that apart from the string between my hips he could see my big bouncing buttocks and the surprised grin on Mel's face made it doubly worth the effort. A large tip from Mel probably assuaged any embarrassment experienced by Ryan.

As we drank champagne Mel kissed and cuddled me and told me I was brilliant -- he said " We're really going to have fun over the next couple of night." I did feel absolutely brilliant with most on my inhibitions removed and at the thought of sharing my bed with this gorgeous young guy for the next two nights. I just hadn't realised how far this sexual adventure would go.

When he asked me what I was going to wear going down to dinner I teased him by saying "whatever you want." He took this quite literally by choosing my shortest black flared skirt and a cupless basque with an almost transparent net top over it.

When I had showered and dressed in my chosen outfit with a pair of black lace top hold-ups he looked well pleased. He pointed out that when I walked one could see glimpses of my butt cheeks and as it just skimmed the top of my stockings at the front he suggested no g string so that he "could really are going to show me off tonight and let the waiters see some of that beautiful shaved pussy."

I noticed the restaurant manager do a double take when he saw my quite well exposed and pushed up breasts and noticed quite a few of the other diners take in my rather revealing outfit. When I sat down I could feel that my pussy was barely covered and when we were waiting for our drinks I felt Mel's hand re-arrange my skirt so as to more fully expose my thighs and pussy to the drinks waiter, Richard. I noticed he took quite a long time to re-arrange my beer mat while he took in the view. 

When he came back to take our order I noticed he kept looking at my crotch. When he had gone Mel smiled and said " Well, are you comfortable now with letting these guys have a look -- I find it quite a turn on.?" When I murmured by assent he said "well what I would like you to do is to go out to the loo and put this on." And he handed me the butterfly vibrator. 

I realised that by committing to no limits it really was no limits and this was yet another test but in fact I had been quite looking forward to try this.

When I got out to the loo I quickly examined it to find that I had about 2.5inches to insert and the thing was held in place inside me and against my clit by straps around my thighs. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling but I felt it made me walk a little funny as I came back out of the restaurant to find our starter of oysters had been served and a large glass of Sancerre was waiting to accompany them. 

I was just tossing my second oyster back -- I love them -- when I heard a slight buzzing noise at the same time as I felt the butterfly vibrate both of which caused me to clamp my thighs round the device thus increasing the stimulation. I noticed that Mel with a wicked grin had a little device with a dial and he looked at me and asked 

" Shall I turn it up a bit?"

I grinned back and whispered " After I have my meal!"

However he was like a kid and kept giving me little jolts of stimulation and pleasure throughout our starters and main course. I felt a dangerous lack of control and he obviously relished feeling completely in control including leaving the stimulation on when the waiter appeared to clear our plates. The waiter probably noticed me rather squirming to keep control asked " Madam, did you enjoy your meal?" As I said " Yes, it was very good" Mel's hand pushed my skirt up a little to reveal my crotch covered by the butterfly and as he said " with that in her she really enjoyed it." The poor guy looked both embarrassed and fascinated by the sight of a mature lady with a vibrator on show between her thighs.

We declined desserts for coffee with brandy and Mel order another bottle of champagne to be taken up to the room. As we chatted over coffee Mel asked me straight out whether I had really relaxed enough to enjoy a bit exhibitionism or was I only doing it to please him and confirm the agency. I had enough to drink to tell him quite enthusiastically that I had really enjoyed flashing my bits at the young guys and it had more to do with wanting to please him than the agency.

He seemed really pleased and suggested we go through to the bar to discuss what we were going to do for the rest of the evening. By this time I was relaxed enough not to worry about the rather proprietal hand he put on my rear going out of the restaurant as I thought " Hell, I'm with the best looking guy here and he really appears to be into me in a big way.

When we were sitting in the bar where he positioned me with our large G&Ts below a light -- "To show off my tits", he said that he was going to make wild passionate love to me tonight but what about something wilder the next night. When I asked him what, he said either get another bit of pussy to join us or see if any of the male hotel staff fancied joining us. I was a little taken back at how far he wanted me to go but also because of the amount of alcohol I had drunk much less inhibited and intrigued. I also thought it might just be another test to see how uninhibited I was prepared to be. So I asked him what he fancied. He said he had thought about getting a black female escort to join us as he had fantasised about having a slim toned black girl and me together and also seeing us with each other. He described this as having his two favourite types of women at once. Or if I preferred it he would approach one or two of the male hotel staff to join us.

. 

I said I was intrigued by the thought of another woman joining us I thought if he wanted it I would prefer to have one of the younger guys join us. When he asked me which I said I didn't mind either Peter, Ryan or Richard if he was sure they would be interested. Peter was slim blonde haired and c early twenties, Ryan and Richard were taller dark haired and probably mid twenties. The harsh reality of what I was about to do hit me when Mel immediately got up and said he would go and sort it with one of them. I saw him talking to Ryan before we left the bar and I wasn't sure whether he was arranging the next night or simply giving him a tip.

That night we had a fantastic night of champagne fuelled sex enhanced I think for both of us by the thought of me being additionally serviced by a second young cock. Needless to say Mel took my very willing body in every way possible and he genuinely was still fairly sleepy when the knock came to the door for breakfast. 

This time I thought I'll show him that I can take the lead so pulling on a g string and my heels I went to the door to let Peter in with the breakfast. He didn't look quite as shocked this time to see me nearly nude and as I led him through to the bedroom I said loud enough for Mel to hear " Mel's not up yet I think I quite wore him out last night." 

As he sat up in bed Mel's retort was " Peter, you've no idea how demanding this big woman is, I think I would need a couple of guys to help me satisfy her."

While we breakfasted he admitted to being absolutely shattered and hoped I was on form for another day's selling. He said he was impressed with my performance at the exhibition the day before and another good day like that would really have made the event and trip worth while. He suggested that while I had done really well with the customers in trousers a skirt might help me do even better and helped me choose one about 4/5 inches above the knee. 

Whether it was the skirt or not we had a great day at the exhibition which really made me realise the potential of the business. When we had a drink afterwards in the bar at the exhibition I broached the subject of confirmation of the agency and was delighted when he said it was in the bag for me. And with a grin said " Now lets really celebrate tonight."

When we got back to the hotel we went into the bar for a drink while he said he was going to see if it was set up for that night. In some ways I was hoping the guys wouldn't be interested but took another stiff drink in case it was going to be a reality. I realised by the smile on Mel's face when he came back he had it sorted. He said both Ryan and Peter would be up for it and they could get off about 9/9.30 that night. 

He suggested we have a quick dinner in the brasserie. He reassured me they would be discreet because it was a sacking offence for them to sleep with guests. 

I dressed in a sheer top with stockings and suspenders but a longer skirt and throughout the meal Mel really built up the sexual anticipation by telling me what he was going to get the guys to do with me. At around 9.00 he suggested we another drink and then go up to wait for them, he said he had ordered a second bottle of champagne to be taken up to the room by another member of staff because it could be a long night. I suggested it might be better for me to go up earlier and get ready but he said the guys could probably have more fun undressing me. 

I was pleased when we went up that he kissed and cuddled me and told me he hoped I would really enjoy the night. I think he was pleased when I rather boldly said I was and that I would do anything to please him. 

We were still kissing and cuddling on the sofa when there was a rather tentative knock at the door and Mel opened it to let the two guys in. They had obviously both just showered because their hair was wet and they gave me slightly embarrassed grins.

It felt slightly surreal to see Mel invite them to sit down in the chairs opposite where we were sitting and offer them a beer or a glass of champagne when we all knew the purpose of their visit -- to fuck me. 

Initially conversation was a bit stilted until Mel deftly turned the conversation round to why they were there. " Guy's, Eileen thinks she is not attractive to guys like you and feels a bit embarrassed about dressing to show her assets off in public- what do you think?"

Both guys although slightly embarrassed almost fell over one another to say how attractive they found me and puling me to my feet Mel kissed me and said " Eileen I told you virtually all the young guys in the hotel would love to get into your knickers if you were wearing any."

" Guys I think its time you took her into the bedroom and showed her how much you fancy her." Initially they hung back until Mel said "Eileen, show them what's on offer and give them a little encouragement."

I felt a bit like a femme fatale as I stepped out of my skirt and pulled off my top and walked across and kissed firstly Peter and then Ryan and said " Guys, I am up for it so lets go into the bedroom."

I really felt as dangerously sexy and exciting as I had ever had, as the two guys followed me into the bedroom and Mel following on said " Go ahead guys she's all yours and there is nothing she won't do."

As I kissed Ryan he gently felt the weight of one of my breasts while Peter came up behind me and I was sandwiched between the two of them as they groped and kissed me. Meanwhile I was feeling between their legs and delighted to find they had both stiff erections. When they tumbled me on the bed with Peter diving on my shaven pussy I released Ryan's impressive erection and started to give him head. Peter broke of from the very pleasant experience he was giving me to shed his clothes and without much more foreplay I felt him go between my thighs and thrust his hard young cock energetically into me. Ryan didn't last long in my mouth and as I swallowed his sweet salty seed and he rolled off to get his kit off I was able to enjoy Peter fondling my boobs as he rode me. 

He wasn't bad and with his preparatory work on my clit and my heightened sexual anticipation he brought me to a fairly noisy climax. This spurred him on and I felt the flush of his ejaculate. 

Although they had both climaxed with the desire of youth they were still erect and ready to change places when I heard Mel say steady on guys we're going to give Eileen a new experience of having all her holes filled at once. Turning round I realised that while he was watching the "show" he had stripped and was sporting the most magnificent erection -- he had obviously enjoyed seeing me with the guys!

Telling Ryan to get on the bed he encouraged me to mount him and as I lowered myself on to Ryan's cock Peter fed me his. I felt Mel put some Gel between my hips and braced myself for his intrusion into my butt. With Ryan thrusting up into me Mel's thrust with his large rod initially gave me the feeling of being filled up completely and I tensed a little. But with the urgent thrusting in each orifice I was soon lost in a haze of lust as I caught a glimpse of myself in the big mirror literally enveloped by hard young male bodies and the two cocks sliding into me separated by only the thin wall of my perineum was a real turn on. I climaxed several times before them and this seemed to drive them to greater exertions and although I am a big woman I was felt like a rag doll almost literally suspended on the three thrusting young hard cocks. Peter was the first to climax followed by Ryan. Mel let him roll from under me while he ground relentlessly at my ass putting on a show for the other guys. He was very vocal urging me to tell the guys how much I liked him to bugger me. When I cried out that I loved him to bugger me and give me his cock hard up my ass with one huge thrust that nearly drove me off the bed he ejaculated deep into my bowels. Slapping my ass as he dismounted he turned to the guys and said " She really is the best ass fuck I've ever had and I have fucked a lot of big mature asses. I love her big ripe hips and she's still tight because she hasn't had much use." 

I had fallen forward on the bed but felt hands lifting to my knees and as I looked round saw Peter about to mount my rear. With the lubrication of the Gel and Mel's cum he slipped in fairly easily and he was soon enjoying what I found out was his first ass fuck. He was followed by Ryan pleasuring himself in my rear and then throughout the night the three guys took me in all sorts of combinations including one other triple penetration. When we called time at around 5.30 to let Mel and I have a few hours sleep for our travelling the next day, I had taken cocks off in every way imaginable and had had copious quantities of cum deposited not only in my three orifices but also between my breasts, on my hair and face, and between my hips. 

When I woke the next morning I was literally caked in the stuff , my garter belt was flecked and stained with white blobs and my stocking were laddered . In my flashbacks I remember how in a lust and champagne fuelled haze, I had encouraged the guys to keep taking me in all sorts of ways.

Mel was still lying in a "shagged out "state when I came out of the shower and I woke him my gently cupping his balls and sucking his cock. He murmured "Mmmm, I think that's still dead that was some night." He smiled when I said " Yes it certainly was I feel as if I have been trampled by a herd of elephants inside and out."

" I'm not surprised baby, you were insatiable last night in all your holes and I think you could had taken on two or three other guys as well. I think I've really turned you into a cougar." 

When he asked had I any regrets I smiled and said I had really enjoyed pleasing him and sorry I had been so prudish before. He smiled and said " Well now you have seen how much fun it can be I hope that we can have a long and fantastic fun filled relationship both business and pleasure."

His cock was still soft as I snuggled up to him but as we kissed and fondled I felt his cock stirring. Emboldened by my experiences the night before I said "Mmmm, that is really good I've got to have you at least once more before I go home." 

" You'll have to do all the work you have totally exhausted me."

I had just gone down on him when we heard the door knock and cheery call 

" breakfast." Both Mel and I looked at each other and said almost simultaneously -- 

" Oh no, not more champagne." 

I jumped up and went to the door to see a smiling Peter. As his eyes feasted on my naked body he said with a cheeky smile and obviously well rehearsed line " Is madam well rested this morning?" 

I smiled and beckoning him in said " As you well know madam was kept awake very late servicing some very demanding partners." 

With Mel still lying in bed it was quite liberating to take the lead and I said " You look a lot fresher than Mel , he's absolutely knackered and I'm having a hard job getting him up." I quite took Peter by surprise when I reached between his legs and grabbed a handful of cock and balls, kissed him and asked him would he be more able for a jump. 

This seemed to stir Mel up and pulling back the covers he pulled me back into bed ordering Peter to get his kit off and help him give "this insatiable ride" another good fucking before she went home to hubby. I wanted him to take my pussy but he insisted on taking my butt again while Peter fed my mouth his cock. It felt really decadent to be skewered on two cocks pre-breakfast but I took it as a compliment that I could still stimulate two good erections from guys I had fucked to a standstill the previous evening.

Tom 

Eileen arrived late that evening looking absolutely wrecked and as she said quite literally shagged out. However delighted to report that not only had we got an extension of our contract for a year but that we had forward orders from the show to make us over £40,000 profit in the next year. She wasn't too amused when I said at nearly £13,000 a night I soon wasn't going to be able to afford taking her to bed. 

She pointed out that I had given her complete carte blanche and that she had worked hard both at the show and in bed! 

When she showered and came into the lounge in her robe and I had time to examine her I realised just how hard she had "worked" her lip was rubbed as was in between her breasts, her pussy lips were swollen from three hard nights -- especially the last one and her ass was still seeping a mix of the guys cum and as she put it felt has it she had had a red hot poker up it. 

I was delighted with the financial return on her investment and looked forward to exploring and exploiting the sexual experience she had gained. 



Winning the Game



Tiffany was a little anxious as she looked around the room. Roughly two dozen naked men and women sat around the expansive common room in the fraternity house. Almost everyone had a beer in hand. Her friend and senior sister, Jennifer, had assured her this game would be fun, and the booze had helped convince her. There were only a few rules, she had explained. A senior sister or brother would pick two or more people and challenge them to a sexual act. No orgasm challenges the first time a person was picked. That was pretty much it.

The game had been going on for a while, and Tiffany had not yet been picked. Despite her anxiety at being chosen, she could not deny that her pussy was soaking wet from watching all the challenges. She had watched Jennifer get finger fucked by a football player. Her pussy had to stretch wide to fit his three chunky fingers.

She had also seen her friend Amber take a pounding from two frat boys, one dick in her pussy, and another in her tight asshole. Both boys were disappointed when they were denied the satisfaction of giving her a double creampie. Right now, a hot young brother was pumping his cock hard into another sisters' shaved pussy. Bent over on all fours, Hannah moaned loudly each time he thrust all the way inside her.

"Time!" Jennifer called, clicking a stopwatch. The frat boy reluctantly stopped fucking Hannah as she slumped to the floor, spent and panting. "Don't go anywhere Rob," Jennifer said, looking over at Tiffany. "You're up Tiff. Go suck Rob off until he cums, and then swallow it all down. It shouldn't take long, from the looks of it."

Tiffany's heart pounded as she hesitated. Jennifer knew Tiffany had never let a guy cum in her mouth, and she was apparently willing to exploit that knowledge.

"Come on Tiff, let's go!" Jennifer egged her on, her large breasts bobbing slightly as she waved Tiffany toward the middle of the room.

Tiffany slowly stood and walked over to where Rob stood waiting. She could see a bit of precum glistening on the end of his throbbing cock and thought Jennifer was right - this would not take long. Figuring she would just get it over with, Tiffany knelt down and took Rob's cock in her hand. It was still wet from Hannah's pussy juices. Another first for her, but she pushed that thought aside as she put the tip of the cock in her mouth. The mixed flavors of precum and pussy juice were slightly sour, but not unbearable.

She swished her tongue around the tip, before sucking gently and taking Rob's length into her mouth. He had a large cock, and she felt it bump against the back of her throat. She suppressed a gag as she pulled her head back, sucking harder as she did. Rob moaned, eliciting a cheer and a clap from Jennifer.

Without realizing it, Tiffany started rubbing her clit as she bobbed her head up and down on Rob's cock. Despite what she was about to do, she was so horny she could not stop herself. Rob started moaning more and tensing up. She knew he was going to cum soon. The thought pushed her over the edge herself and her pussy pulsed with a strong orgasm. Seeing her cumming while sucking him off was too much for Rob.

Tiffany tasted the hot tangy cum from his load just a second before his cock started convulsing, pumping more and more of it into her mouth. His cum had a strange texture that clung to her tongue. Just as she thought he would never stop, Rob pulled his cock out of her mouth, breathing heavily.

Tiffany sat there with a mouth full of cum, uncertain if she could bring herself to swallow. With an expectant look from Jennifer, she tried not to think about it and threw her head back. She gagged a little on the thick fluid as it went down, but was glad to have the worst of the flavor gone. She opened her mouth wide, tongue out, to show Jennifer she had done it and the other girl smiled.

"Good job Tiff, but that got me way too wet. Now it's my turn. You get to eat me out until I cum all over that pretty face."

Tiffany grinned and felt her pussy tingle at the thought. That's what she had been hoping for.



Winning the Lottery



I am counting the days until I win the lottery. Any day now, I will hit the lottery.

"What's the number? Does anyone know what the lottery number was last night?"

I've been playing the same loser lottery number now for more than 25 years, ever since the stupid thing started. Over the years, I've won a few dozen free bets, I won $10.00 a few times, and, once, I one $100.00. I deduced from my losing percentage in lottery winnings that I am not lucky in that regard. My luck, thankfully, comes in other way. 

Yeah, yeah, I know, had I put the money I spent on lottery tickets in the stock market at a 13% yearly average rate of return, reinvested my dividends, gotten a couple of stock splits, reaped the bullish economy of the Gulf War and the Iraq War, and/or a dot.com success, such as Microsoft or Google, I may have been a multimillionaire. Well, I did not do that. Okay? I'm just like everyone else, a dumb loser who plays the lottery hoping to hit the big one.

Yet, as soon as I stop playing my number, switch to another number or forget to play, that is when they will call my loser number making it a winning number. Just my luck, I'm cursed to continue to play this loser number until (gasp) I cannot play anymore.

"Wow, it's too bad that Freddie died yesterday because that number he played for fifty years came out today."

We all want something for nothing. Right? Okay, except for that happy, peaceful guy standing in the back of the room, the Red Cross volunteer who just finished a double stint in the Peace Corp, found a wallet with $2,000 cash and gave it back to the owner, and who has never scratched a lottery ticket. There are always exceptions. Yet, for the rest of you normal people, dreamers, and schemers, what would you do with the money if you hit the big one?

C'mon, don't be shy. I want some ideas because I know any day now, I can just feel it, I am going to win the huge jackpot, mega, multimillion dollar prize and be the big winner.

Yes, of course, if you won you would buy a new car, pay off your mortgage, pay off your credit cards, buy a house or a bigger house and/or a vacation home, send the kids off to college or pay off their student loans or your student loans, give your kids, your parents or your friends money, travel everywhere, and buy everything. We all would do that but, after you did all of that, then what would you do with the money you had left? Yes, the guy in the back just said, "I'd do it all, again."

"Who said that? Someone in back just said that they would save it. You sir, do not deserve to win the lottery. It is people like you who make dreamers like me look bad. Save it my ass. Lottery money must be spent. What the Hell is wrong with you? You must be Scottish or something. Get out of here!"

Okay, that's two possible answers but the question still remains. Except for the above, what would you do with that amount of money if you won the lottery? I am looking for novel ideas, inventive ways to spend millions of dollars. Hell, what a waste to have any of it left when I died, you know? My dream is to win it all today and spend it all tomorrow. Now, that's living life large. Yeah, sure, I would take care of my children making sure that they had a better and brighter financial future. Yet, what would you do with the rest of it after you did all of those sensible things (and yes, saved some of it, too)?

I would hire people to do everything for me, especially the things that I hate doing, like cleaning up after my dog, and washing, putting away, and ironing my clothes. I would hire a personal assistant to food shop and run my errands because errands are the biggest pain-in-ass part of life. Never again would I have to wait in line anywhere for anything.

I would hire someone to take my telephone calls.

"Hello, this is Freddie's phone. Sorry, he is too busy to take your call. Yes, I will tell him his girlfriend called. Pardon? Oh, okay, I will tell him his ex-girlfriend called if he does not personally call you back in two minutes."

I would hire someone to make my telephone calls.

"Hello, this is Freddie's telephone assistant returning your call. Yes, I know you told me to tell him to personally return your call, but he said that he is too busy to do that and he will call you...hello? Hello?"

I would help the needy. Yes, absolutely. I am a generous type of guy. I would scour the mall to find the most deserving woman who needed a Victoria's Secrets makeover, so long as she allowed me to not only watch her try on things but also to help her try on things. 

"What? You are done shopping, already? What do you mean, you are done shopping? We've only been here three hours. Here, try on these bras and panties."

If I won enough, I would hire a battery of lawyers to sue the Massachusetts State Lottery Commission for false advertising. Yeah, talk about biting the hand that feeds you, but I would. I would sue the bastards.

They blatantly advertise and falsely claim that if you win, you will be a millionaire. How is winning one million dollars paid over 25 years less taxes make you a millionaire? All that does is allow you a little bit extra security. Perhaps, after winning, your wife no longer has to work. Perhaps, winning that million dollars paid out over 25 years, you would no longer have to work Saturdays or overtime. Yet, surely, you are by no stretch of the definition, a millionaire.

"What's Freddie doing still working? I thought he hit the lottery? I thought he was a millionaire?"

"Yeah, well, he gets a check for $40,000 every year before taxes. After taxes, he has $33,875, which he gives half of that to his ex-wife leaving him $16,937.50."

Yes, of course, a check every year for nearly seventeen thousand dollars is a nice bonus to look forward to, but you are not a millionaire. Only the Massachusetts Lottery Commission could get away with claiming that and not be sued for false advertising. I would sue them.

Not to mention that if you take the winnings in one lump sum, (and you cannot do that with every game) it is around 50% of the jackpot total. The whole thing is a scam. Further, how much of my one dollar bet goes into the jackpot pool and how much of that money goes to the state, cities, towns, and the Massachusetts Lottery Commission for their "administrative expenses"? Where is that public record? Sure, you definitely can get the information of how much money goes to which cities and towns by taking yourself down to lottery headquarters and making a nuisance of yourself but it is not information that is readily available. Further, if any other companies employed deceptive advertising and marketing, as does the Massachusetts state lottery, the Attorney General would have them in court. 

Yet, unfortunately, unless you are an accountant working for the lottery commission, you will never find out how much of your one dollar bet goes to administrative expenses. Moreover, what are administrative expenses? Now, there's a vast lottery pool catchall, "administrative expenses", if I've ever seen one. I wonder what is considered administrative expenses, lobster dinners and champagne toasts for the top management of the lottery commission while traveling first class to advertise the Massachusetts miracle to other states and countries. C'mon, give me a break. Every day working at the lottery commission for the commission management is like hitting the lottery. 

Never have I seen a position with the lottery commission advertised in the newspaper. Filled with nepotism, unfair hiring tactics, and patronage, it is a place where politicians feather their political machines by getting high paying jobs for their relatives, friends, and politically connected. It would not surprise me if they paid "certain" secretaries and "special" administrative assistants one hundred thousand dollars a year and more to work 20 hours of their 40 hour week. And why are they a commission in the first place? If they were a for profit business, their free spending ways would be accountable to the board of directors and strictly limited. 

Oh, yeah, definitely, if I won enough money, I would sue the lottery commission for deceptive business practices in getting people to play, keeping them playing, and playing a shell game with the prizes and prize structure. Unfortunately, I'd be hard pressed to find a lawyer in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts who would take on the Lottery Commission.

Have you ever noticed, too, that it is always the people who cannot afford to play who are faithfully playing? The beginning of the month when the welfare and social security checks are received is when there is a rush on scratch tickets. I never play scratch tickets. Those things are a sucker bet. I consider a scratch ticket as having odds less than a slot machine and we all know what moneymakers slot machines are for the casinos.

I remember not long ago, they uncovered a big scandal where employees were stealing cash that came in from lottery agents before it was counted. Now, I am not talking about a few hundred dollars here and there. The employees were reaching in big bags of uncounted and unaccounted for money and stealing tens of thousands of dollars every day. When the smoke cleared, the commissioner resigned in disgrace ruining his plan to run for governor the following year, and a couple of their managers were fired and received the minimum prison sentence that was wiped away with probation. Now, we all know that if a black man in this country steals a loaf of bread, he's going away for 20 years and if he steals the bread in the south, they have the right to hang him, based on some obscure pre-civil war law. Yeah, it's almost that bad in racist America. Yet, that's another story for another time.

So, now, I won the lottery, now what? Do I take 25 years of payments or do I take a one payment lump sum. First, I would not claim the ticket in my name. I would hire a financial consultant, a lawyer, and a tax accountant. If you are lucky, you may find one person who is qualified to do it all. Yet, be prepared to hand out a several thousand dollars to set things up and more for someone to administer your financial assets and investment portfolio.

I'd have him setup a corporation and would claim the winning ticket in the corporate name, thereby, paying a much reduced tax rate over an individual tax rate, which could amount as much as a 25% reduction, depending on the amount of money won, a 50% individual tax rate versus a 25% corporation tax rate. Then, I'd use some of the money to buy another company, one that lost money so that, at year end, I'd have tax credits from business losses that I could use to offset the huge taxes that I was required to pay when I won the lottery. By buying a company that lost money, my investment would net me a handsome five or six figure or seven figure tax refund, depending, of course, on the amount of money won initially. The tax refund would pay for the company that I bought and I would still own a company. Smart, huh?

Actually, like everyone else, winning the lottery would buy my freedom. Never again, would I have to work. I could do anything, go anywhere, and buy anything at anytime. I'd buy season tickets to the Boston Red Sox games and a helicopter to fly me there over the traffic. Oh, yeah, now we are talking. If I won the lottery, I would sit home all day and write stories like this one that I just wrote for Literotica.

So, what would you do? Would you buy Literotica? There's a novel idea. Make the owners of Literotica an offer they cannot refuse and have them work for you.

"What's the number? Does anyone know what the lottery number was last night?" 



Winning the Lottery



"Faster, Bobby, faster!" Louise panted as she felt the need begin to build up inside her, in that special place that felt so good. 

Bobby must have felt a similar urgency because he began to pump her even more frantically. The slap of his thighs against her buttocks filled the room. 

Her hands clawed at his back without regard for the scratches her fingernails made digging into his skin. She arched her own back and neck, and then held her breath as the pressure built and built until she gasped out, "Ohhhh!" and then collapsed on the bed. 

The fact that his partner had gone limp didn't even register on Bobby. He was now in the grasp of his own orgasm and nothing short of a gunshot to the head would have stopped him from those last final thrusts into her depths.

Afterwards, they lay there stupefied, panting hard, unable to move or think. Finally, Bobby rolled off of Louise and lay beside her. She looked at him with a mixture of admiration and satisfaction. "God, baby, you are really good. Every time I think it can't get any better, and every time it does."

Bobby reached over and rubbed her nipple. Even after just having finished, his touch sent a little thrill through her. "Hey, LouLou, am I better than Marty?" he asked.

She didn't even hesitate. "So much better," she said, and reached across to fondle his shrunken cock. "So much better," she went on, "that I'm hoping you can give me a repeat before I have to get home."

He could.

By the time Marty slipped into the house, Louise was already in bed. He poked his head in the bedroom door, but her rhythmic breathing told him she was sound asleep. He wandered back into the kitchen and sank down at their dinner table. "Now what?" he asked himself rhetorically. He knew he should get into bed himself, but he was still too wired from the night's work at the printing plant to sleep. He thought about waking Louise to see if he could get a little loving, but he quickly discarded that idea. She'd get really cranky if he woke her. "If I asked her for a blow job, she'd probably bite my dick off," he thought.

"Damn, workin' the 4:00 to midnight shift is really screwing up my life."

It had seemed like such a good idea when Bobby had suggested it a month ago. There were things Marty wanted to do to the house, but money always seemed to be tight, in no small part because Louise spent money like it grew on trees. Marty had been griping about the situation at work when Bobby unexpectedly suggested, "You oughtta think about goin' on the second shift. That shift differential would come in real handy for you two."

It had seemed like a great idea, and Marty was pleasantly surprised to find that Louise had no objections when he'd brought it up. So he'd volunteered to make the switch, and the jump in his first weekly paycheck made Marty feel pretty clever. For the same number of hours per week and only a minor inconvenience he was now taking home a nice increase in pay.

But it didn't take long for the "minor inconvenience" to become more major than Marty had foreseen. In the first place he had a difficult time adjusting to his new sleep routine. For his whole life Marty had been used to coming home from work or school and having hours to relax before going to bed. Now that he was getting home after midnight, he found it almost impossible to go straight to bed after work. Soon he was becoming a night owl.

Marty also found that the new schedule substantially reduced the time he had to spend with his wife. By the time he awoke on week days, she had long since left for her job as an aide at the retirement center. Consequently, the only chance they had to spend time together was on the weekends.

One major result was that the new working hours cut into his love life significantly. To make things worse, instead of increasing her libido, the lack of action during the week seemed to reduce Louise's appetite when they did have time together. On Saturday nights Marty found himself having to wheedle and cajole her into a little fun between the sheets.

Finally, to add insult to injury, Marty found that the two of them weren't actually saving much of the increase in pay for which he'd sacrificed so much. To Louise, money in their joint checking account was money that needed to be spent, and she seemed to fill even more of her time shopping. To make matters worse, Marty was hesitant to sit down and talk with Louise about her shopping habits. The only chance he had for such a conversation was on the weekend when he was hoping to get lucky. There's nothing like a lecture on overspending with the wife to kill any chance for a night's passion.

Marty had hoped to put the extra earnings into their older Victorian house with the nice big yard. They'd been able to buy the home because the widow who had previously owned it had let the place fall into serious disrepair. Marty and Louise had stretched their budget to purchase the old place, and Marty spent much of his spare time renovating it. He was quite proud of what he'd accomplished, but he had even bigger plans for remodeling. As he sat in the dark living room tonight, those dreams seemed further away than ever.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep this up," Marty moaned to himself. It took him an hour before he had unwound enough to slide into bed next to his sleeping wife.

By the time he awakened, it was mid-morning. After a hasty breakfast, he pulled on some old clothes and went out to mow the lawn. Pushing the old mower around the acre lot in the Georgia heat took him a couple of hours and a lot of sweat, and he wished heartily that they had enough money to purchase a riding mower. 

That afternoon on the way to work, Marty stopped at the convenience store near the plant to fill up the tank of his truck. As he waited at the counter to pay for the gas, he noticed the sign for the Georgia State Lottery. "Add in a couple of lottery tickets, Millie," he told the old lady who owned the store. "I'm overdue for some good luck."

"You just made the deadline, honey, the drawing is tomorrow. Hope you win," she smiled at him as she gave him his change and the two tickets. He tucked them in his wallet and forgot about them.

That evening's shift was a bear. Normally, the big Heidelberg press pretty much ran itself. But the evening's schedule called for several short press runs, each of which required Marty to clean the rollers, affix four new color plates and then carefully monitor the print run until all four were in registration. One job required a fifth color, which made set-up and registration just that much more time-consuming. By the time his shift was over, Marty was exhausted, but when he got home, once again he found himself too keyed up to sleep.

He slumped in his favorite chair and picked up the remote to turn on the television, then decided against it. Instead, he sat quietly, sipping a can of beer and thinking about his life.

Growing up, Marty was the third child of the family, behind an older brother and sister. He grew up as the quiet, practical one, a good student and an avid reader. He had friends, thanks in part to his popular older siblings, but he was on the periphery of the popular crowd in high school. Not gifted athletically, he volunteered to be the manager of the basketball team. During the summers he'd often go hunting with his father, and he liked the quiet and solitude. But those outings mostly stopped once he reached the age of sixteen. A friend of his father arranged for Marty to get a summer job at the big printing plant in town. As a result, Marty toughened up his slender body wrangling large pallets of paper from the loading dock to the appropriate presses throughout the sprawling facility.

Perhaps those changes in his frame were part of what attracted Louise Luttrell to him. She was one of the prettier girls in the popular crowd and used to date some of the players on the football team. But something about Marty attracted her, and during their senior year the two of them began to date and soon became a steady couple.

Marty had planned to attend the local community college after graduation, but during his senior year, his father, a carpenter, fell through a ceiling on a job and was permanently disabled. Worker's compensation and his mother's job at the discount store enabled the family to get by, but college was no longer an option for their youngest son. Marty swallowed his disappointment and went looking for work. Fortunately, he'd made a good impression on management at the printing plant during his summers, and he was able to land a job as an apprentice pressman. 

Louise went on to community college, but she and Marty continued to go steady. The two of them married in a small ceremony when she earned her Associate's degree. By then, Marty had saved enough money for a down payment on the fixer-upper, and the two of them started married life in their own home. Children would wait, they'd agreed, until they could get themselves financially established.

They'd had great dreams, but over the next few years those dreams seemed to fade like a photograph left in the sun, washed out by the bills they had to pay, work to be done on the house and the day-to-day routine that life imposes.

"Where did it all go?" Marty asked himself, "and more important, what can we do to get it back?"

Rousing himself from his reverie, Marty tiptoed back to the bedroom, got undressed and slipped under the covers. Even in sleep, Louise looked beautiful to him, and he hardened involuntarily. "I can't wait till this weekend," he thought to himself before closing his eyes.

When Marty finally awoke the next morning, he was shocked to discover it was almost 10:00 a.m. Once again, Louise had left for work without disturbing him.

Today he had planned to finish some of drywall installation in one of the rooms that they didn't use, so he quickly fixed himself breakfast and then got out the tape and the drywall compound. He'd already hung the big sheets with the help of his friend Terry Cummings; now he had to tape and mud the seams. By the time he had everything ready for sanding, it was 2:30 p.m., so he put his tools away and made a sandwich for himself. After lunch, he prepared some supper to take to work and then hopped into the shower. By then it was time to head for work.

Thankfully, the evening's shift was pretty normal, so Marty wasn't too tired or stressed out by the time midnight came. Nevertheless, he wasn't ready for bed when he got home, and he turned on the television quietly so as not to wake Louise.

He'd just settled back in his chair when a spot for the Georgia Lottery came on. The pretty woman standing in front of the $10 Million sign read out the winning numbers that were displayed on the screen below her. Idly, Marty pulled the tickets out of his wallet to compare -- and his breath caught in his throat. Quickly he grabbed a pencil and scratched down the numbers displayed on the screen, then compared them again to the ticket he held. They were a perfect match!

He scrambled out of his chair and ran back to the bedroom. "We won, Louise, we won!" he shouted, shaking her vigorously. 

"Leave me alone, Marty," she mumbled, "I want to sleep."

"No, no, you got to wake up," Marty insisted. "We won the lottery!"

"Yeah, and I'm the queen of England," she said. "Now let me go back to sleep before I get angry!"

"Baby," Marty shouted, "I'm not joking -- we won the lottery! We're millionaires! Look at the ticket."

Louise struggled to sit up and looked suspiciously at her husband capering about beside the bed. "Let me see that," she said, and took the winning ticket from his hand. She went over to their home computer and connected to the lottery website. When she saw the winning number and compared it to the ticket in her hand, she jumped up and began to shriek. "Oh my God, Marty, we just won $10 million!"

They hugged each other and began to dance around the room until they lost their balance and fell on the bed. The couple kissed each other in happiness that quickly transformed into passion. Marty grabbed at his wife's nightgown and ripped it apart in his haste. "That was my good nightgown!" Louise cried out, but Marty just laughed. "It doesn't matter, baby, I can afford to buy you another."

She laughed and pulled him to her more tightly. Soon the two of them were making love with a frantic passion that matched their first years together. They didn't last long, but both were so excited that it didn't matter -- they came together. Exhausted, they collapsed and quickly fell asleep.

When Marty awoke he could tell it was late by the angle of the sun through the window. When he rolled over, he was shocked to bump into his wife's sleeping form. "Louise, wake up!" he said anxiously, "You're late for work."

She opened her eyes and then gave him a big grin. "No I'm not," she said, "I called in and quit my job. I'm never going to have to take care of those old farts again."

Marty was surprised, but he decided not to say anything. He wished Louise hadn't been so impetuous; he felt they needed to think things out carefully before doing anything rash.

After breakfast, Louise wanted to call her family to tell them the good news, but Marty urged her to wait. "Baby, we need to get with the lottery people and have them verify the numbers before we go crazy. And even if we have won, we need to go slow and think this thing through."

"Oh, Marty, you're just being silly," Louise shot back at him. "We both saw the winning number on the website, and we've got the winning ticket right in our hands. All we need to do is to go down and pick up that $10 million check."

"That's another thing, Louise," Marty said. "I don't think we should take the whole thing as a lump sum. If we take it as a monthly check, we'll still have more money than we've ever had in our lives, and we'll make sure we don't blow it all on something stupid."

Marty could tell that Louise wasn't happy with what he was saying, but she didn't argue with him, for which he was grateful.

After a while she looked at him with a grin and asked, "So what are you going to do today, Mr. Millionaire?"

"My Dad knows an accountant here in town. I'm going to try to see him after lunch to get some advice on what to do with the money. Then it'll probably be time to head on to work," Marty answered.

"Why in the world are you going back to that place?" Louise asked incredulously. "You're rich -- you don't ever need to work again."

"I just think we need to take it slow, Baby," Marty said. "I don't want to do anything quick that we might regret later. Let me get with this guy and see what he says. Then we can decide what we wanna do, okay?"

Louise gave him a stubborn look, but didn't say anything. That made Marty nervous, but he figured that was the best he was likely to get out of her, so he went to make his call.

The accountant's advice was eye-opening. Marty soon learned that many of his initial assumptions were wrong. The accountant even gave Marty a copy of an article from CPA Practice Adviser about lottery winners and the pitfalls they face. It was sobering stuff, and Marty began to realize that things were not going to be as simple as he had thought.

From the CPA's office Marty headed on to work. The shift began normally enough, but shortly after the dinner break, a buzz became apparent in the background. Then Marty heard raised voices, and even thought he heard somebody shouting his name. When he turned away from the press where he was working, he saw Terry, his best friend in the shop, heading for him with a big smile on his face.

"You lucky son of a bitch!" Terry yelled. "Why didn't you tell me you won the lottery?"

Before Marty could think of what to say, Terry was pumping his hand and other employees were crowding around to slap him on the back. The questions flew fast and furious: was he going to quit his job? What was he going to buy first? Was he going to take the lump sum or the monthly installments? 

Marty was dumbfounded. He turned to Terry and asked, "How did you find out? We were going to keep it a secret until we could figure out what to do."

"Well forget about that," Terry told him with a laugh. "It was on the Six O'clock News, so everybody in town knows about it now."

Just then the plant manager came over to try to break up the commotion, but with little success. Finally he turned to Marty. "Listen, why don't you take a sick day and go on home, Marty? Otherwise, we'll never get any work done tonight."

Mary apologized for the disruption and headed out to his truck. He was upset at the premature revelation of their good fortune, and he couldn't wait to ask Louise what had happened. But when he got home he found a circus on his front lawn, complete with a crowd of friends and relatives, reporters and a news truck. The minute he opened the door to his truck he was pulled into the center of the commotion.

Louise was standing in a pool of illumination from the lights that the tv crew had set up. As he made his way toward her, Marty couldn't help but note that she'd brushed her hair and was wearing her nicest dress. Obviously, she had not been caught by surprise by the news crew. His blood pressure went up a few more notches.

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the reporter who was trying to interview her. "What in the hell is going on, Louise?" he demanded. "We agreed that we were going to keep this under wraps until we figured out what we're gonna do."

"Don't get upset, Marty," Louise said. "It's just that I had to let my family know, and I guess they passed the word along, and the next thing I knew Channel 4 was calling to set up an interview. Anyway, it's too late now, so we might as well enjoy it." 

With that she turned back to the reporter and continued with the interview. Marty could do nothing but stand there sullenly while Louise happily babbled away to the cameras.

The ordeal didn't end when the news crew finally packed up and left. A number of their neighbors and friends continued to mill around, everyone wanting to get a chance to congratulate Marty and Louise on their good fortune. Even after the couple had finally retreated to the safety of their house, the phone continued to ring with calls from well-wishers until Marty finally turned down the ringer and let the answering machine handle everything.

He slumped to the sofa and looked over at his wife. "I sure wish you hadn't told anyone yet," he said ruefully. "Our life has just gotten a heck of a lot more complicated."

Louise was unfazed. "Don't be such a worrywart, Marty. There aren't any complications that $10 million can't fix."

Marty shook his head. "In the first place, Louise, the accountant told me we aren't going to get $10 million. Uncle Sam and the State of Georgia are going to take their cut before we see a penny. And second, if you take all the money at once, they only give you a portion of the total. I think we'd be a lot better off taking the money in installments than all at once. We'd get more that way, and besides, a lot of winners have gotten into trouble trying to handle so much money."

Louise shook her head in exasperation. "Now you're just being silly, Marty. There are lots of things I want to do, and now we've finally got the money to do it. There's no good reason to turn off the spigot when we've got a lake-full to draw from."

Marty just shook his head. "We'll talk some more about it when things calm down a bit," he said, and went to open a can of beer.

Over the next few days the frenzy over the news began to die down some, but Marty and Louise continued to be besieged by callers and visitors. They also began to receive solicitations from luxury car dealers and high-end real estate brokers, each of them hoping to make a big sale to the newest millionaires in the area. 




Winning the Lottery



But through all the distractions and interruptions, the disagreement between Marty and Louise continued with no sign of resolution. How to handle the money became such a bone of contention between the two of them that by the time the weekend was over, Marty was happy to go back to work.

Around 5:30 that evening, Bobby Womack's telephone rang. "Hey, Bobby," Louise's voice said, "when are you going to come see me again?"

Bobby laughed. "Now that you're rich, I wasn't sure you'd be interested in seeing me anymore."

Now he could hear the pout in her voice. "Aww, Bobby, you know I wouldn't do you that way."

"Well you sure did cut me off cold back in high school, Loulou," he responded.

"Yeah, but that was because you got caught holding pot and had to leave school. My Daddy would've killed me if he'd caught me talking to you after that happened."

Bobby just laughed.

"Anyway, Daddy's not around now, and neither is that stick-in-the-mud husband of mine," Louise went on in a wheedling voice, "so why don't you come over and scratch this itch I've got?"

"I don't know, Louise, I never fucked a millionaire before," he said.

"Well if you'll get your swinging dick over here, you just might get the chance," she said impatiently.

He laughed and hung up the phone.

As she waited for her lover, their conversation reminded Louise of their high school days. Bobby Womack had been her first, and she had fallen for him hook, line and sinker. But their relationship had been cut short when the school principal found marijuana in Bobby's locker. Although the allegations that he was dealing were never proved, the school board had more than enough reason to expel him. His family wound up moving out of town, and Louise had been harshly instructed by her father never to have anything more to do with Bobby, wherever he might be.

Her heart was broken, of course, but over time she gravitated to the quiet young man who seemed so thoughtful and understanding. Their relationship slowly blossomed and by graduation there was no question about what the future held for the two of them. Even when Marty had to drop out of community college because of his father's injury, Louise remained committed to him, and they had finally tied the knot when she got her Associate's degree.

And then, recalled Louise, one day Marty came home from work with word that an old classmate -- Bobby Womack -- had moved back to town and was now working at the same plant. Louise had said nothing at the time, but her heart had skipped a beat at the mention of his name. Later that year at the company picnic, she had made it a point to reconnect with her old boyfriend. It had been difficult for them to see one another until Bobby came up with the suggestion that Marty move to the second shift. Since then, Louise had been getting her itch scratched on a regular basis.

"God, I needed that!" Louise gasped two hours later as she rolled off of Bobby to lie beside him on the bed. 

"What's the matter, Loulou, is your hubby not doing his duty?" Bobby teased.

"No he's not," she said vehemently, "and he's being a real pill about the lottery money too. He wants us to take the money over twenty-six years, not all at once. He's being such a pain."

Bobby rolled over to look at her shrewdly. "You know, LouLou, it doesn't have to be like that. I know a way you could have a whole bunch of that money all to yourself. You wouldn't even have to fool with Marty on how to spend it."

Louise turned to look at him expectantly. "Really? Let's hear it," she said.

Things seemed to have calmed down at the plant when Marty went back to work on Monday evening. A number of his friends came by to clap him on the back, and several expressed surprise that he hadn't quit his job immediately. Marty did his best to take it all in stride, but he did notice that there seemed to be a background conversation that died away every time he came into the area. He'd never sought to be the center of attention and he found that he didn't enjoy it now that he was in that position.

The next couple of days continued in a similar fashion. The only real difference Marty could see was that some of the glances he was getting were no longer smiling; a few of the men even stared at him with open resentment. "What's all that about?" Marty wondered. "I never did anything to them." Nevertheless, it made him uneasy.

Things seemed to be returning to normal on Friday night until the dinner break. Marty was eating with Terry when he saw the shift manager walking toward him, accompanied by a stranger in a suit and tie.

Marty looked up curiously when the manager approached him. "Sorry to interrupt your dinner, Marty, but this fellow said it was urgent that he speak to you."

The stranger stepped forward and asked, "Are you Martin Goodpasture?"

When Marty acknowledged the fact, the man thrust an envelope into Marty's hands and said, "You are served." As Marty stared at him in confusion, the fellow turned on his heel and walked away.

Marty turned to Terry and asked, "What does that mean, 'you are served'?"

Terry shook his head in bewilderment, but the shift manager turned and gestured to the other men who had clustered around. "You fellows get on back to work now." Then, as the other workers reluctantly departed, he turned back to the two men seated at the table. "Marty, I think if you'll look at those papers you'll find that your wife is suing you for divorce. That's what happened when my wife dumped me."

"Divorce?" Marty gasped in shock. "That can't be right!" 

Terry had taken the envelope from Marty's hands and was looking at the contents. "I'm no lawyer," he told his friend, "but I think he's right. It says this is a petition for divorce."

Marty looked at Terry in disbelief. "There's got to be a mistake." Then he turned to the shift manager. "I've got to go home and talk with Louise. I've got to straighten this out right now."

His manager looked at him sadly. "You go ahead, Marty. Just don't do anything crazy, y'hear?"

Marty's thoughts were in turmoil as he drove back home from the plant. They became even more agitated when he spotted Bobby Womack's red truck parked in his driveway. Marty pulled in behind the big red Dodge Ram and rushed to the front door of his house. To his consternation, his key wouldn't fit in the front door lock. After trying unsuccessfully several times, he began to pound on the door. "Louise! Louise, let me in!" he yelled, but there was no response.

Suddenly his cell phone rang and when he answered it he heard his wife's voice. "Marty, quit pounding on door. What are you tryin' to do -- disturb the neighbors?"

"There's something wrong with the lock, Louise, it won't open."

"It won't open," she said calmly, "because I had all the locks changed after you left for work."

"Why'd you do that, Louise?" Marty demanded.

"I know you got the papers at work, Marty. You know good and well that we're getting a divorce, and I don't want you comin' in the house any more."

"But it's my house," Marty shouted angrily. "I live here. You can't lock me out of my own house!" 

"Well I can and I have," she shot back quickly, "and my lawyer says it's up to the court to decide who gets the house."

Marty began to curse as he paced back and forth. When he noticed the Ram truck again, he angrily demanded, "What's Bobby Womack doing here? I recognize that big-ass truck of his."

"Bobby came over here to give me some, uh, comfort in this stressful time," Louise said with a little giggle. "Besides, I needed his help to get the locks changed and to carry all your stuff out." Marty glanced around and for the first time noticed the black garbage bags sitting by the driveway.

Abruptly, Louise's voice took on a serious tone. "Anyway, all that's none of your business any more. So you just go away before I have to call the police on you for disturbin' the peace." Just before she disconnected the call, Marty thought he heard Bobby laughing in the background.

Marty tried to dial her back, but she refused to answer. In a rage, he snapped his cell phone closed and walked around to the garage. It was locked, but the side door was open and Marty slipped inside. Hidden away on a top shelf behind some boxes was his 9 mm pistol. He pulled it out and quickly checked to be sure it was still loaded. He tucked the automatic in his belt.

As he stalked to the front door, he noticed several of his neighbors peering through their windows at the commotion. He stopped and got control of myself. "What am I thinking?" he asked himself. "This ain't worth going to jail for." Ashamed at what he had been considering, he hurried over to the garbage bags and, after confirming that they contained his clothes and personal items, stowed them in the back of his truck. Then, angry and frustrated, he peeled rubber as he drove away.

He'd only driven a few blocks before he pulled over to the side of the road to think. "What am I gonna do now? I been locked out of my own house with nuthin but my clothes and I don't even have a place to sleep." Finally he pulled out his phone and made a call. "Mom, is it O.K. if I stay with y'all tonight? I'll explain when I get there."

His parents were both sitting at the kitchen table when Marty arrived. His Mother and Father liked Louise a lot, and Marty soon found himself getting the third degree. "What did you do to make her throw you out like that?" his mother demanded after he had finished his account of the evening.

"Mom, I didn't do anything. One day we were all lovey-dovey and the next day she locked me out. I think it's this damn lottery thing -- it's made her crazy or something."

It was clear that his parents had their doubts, but they let him alone so that he could go back to his old room and try to get some sleep. 

Marty spend a miserable weekend mostly sitting in his old room trying to sort out his emotions and figure out what had happened. In many ways he felt like he was back riding the old merry-go-round on his grammar school playground. One minute he'd feel angry and vindictive towards Louise; the next he was filled with loneliness for his wife and the happy marriage he'd once had. Elaborate plans for payback were followed by denial that any of this was happening. The only relief he was able to find was when he went over to the park to jog and do his calisthenics.

Saturday afternoon his cell phone rang and he answered it eagerly, hoping it was Louise calling to say it had all been a mistake. Instead, it was Terry inviting him to have dinner with them on Sunday. Marty was glad for the chance to get out from under the suspicious eyes of his mother, so he gratefully accepted.

Normally Marty would sleep late on the weekends, but now he found himself waking early, his mind still churning with the pain of Louise's actions and conflicting thoughts about how to respond. When it happened again on Sunday morning, Marty decided to go to church, hoping for some spiritual guidance. 

The decision proved to be disastrous. As he sat in the pew, all he could think about were the families he saw sitting around him. They made him feel his own loss even more acutely than before, and he couldn't concentrate on the preacher's words.

But that wasn't the worst of it. After the service, Marty tried to slip away quickly to avoid having to speak to friends and acquaintances. But he got slowed down by the congregation milling about outside, and suddenly he saw Louise's parents, the Luttrells, headed for him.

"You got a lot of nerve comin' to a house of God after what you done to my daughter!" the old man said in a loud, angry voice.

Marty was stunned. "I didn't do anything to Louise, Mr. Luttrell," he said. "She's the one who kicked me out," he protested.

"Sure," her father shouted, "after she caught you foolin' around with some whore while she was off workin' at the retirement home!"

"Louise said that?" Marty asked in astonishment. "But it's not true -- I never touched another woman!"

A crowd had gathered around them, watching to see what would happen.

"My Louise said you'd deny it," the old man fumed. "Well, you can just collect your damn lottery money and go take up with any tramp you want now. But if I was a few years younger I'd teach you a lesson for sure," the old man swore, shaking his fist in Marty's face.

Mrs. Luttrell grabbed her husband's arm and pulled him away from Marty. With the man still cursing under his breath, the two of them stalked away as the crowd watched. Then people broke into small knots and began to talk in low voices about the scene they'd just witnessed, leaving Marty standing there angry and humiliated. In bewilderment he slunk off through the crowd back to his truck.

That evening, all Marty could talk about with Terry and his wife Sally was the morning's encounter. The outrage Marty felt at being falsely accused mingled with the anguish of Louise's betrayal was painful for them to hear.

As they listened, Terry and Sally exchanged concerned glances, and did their best to help Marty with expressions of sympathy and support. Finally they got him calmed down enough to eat dinner. Afterwards, Terry asked Marty what he planned to do next. "I don't know, Terry, I've never been through anything like this before," Marty admitted. 

"Well, I know the first thing you better do Monday," Sally said. "You better get yourself a good lawyer. There's an awful lot at stake in this divorce, and you'd better be protected."

"Hell, I don't even know any lawyers," Marty said helplessly.

"My uncle is one," Terry said. "You can call him."

The prospect of having to go through a lengthy legal battle was a daunting thought, but Marty realized that his friends were right, so he took the phone number. 

"What about the plant?" Terry wanted to know. "Are you going to go back to work on Monday?"

Marty nodded vehemently. "Oh yeah, for sure. With everything so up in the air, I need to keep my job, no matter what. I've still got bills to pay and I can't sponge off my folks forever. I'll be there Monday afternoon right on time."

When Marty drove up to the plant on Monday a little before the start of the shift, the familiar routine felt somewhat reassuring, but it didn't last long. The shift manager was waiting for Marty at the employee entrance and steered him to his office. 

"Marty, I need to let you know something. Bobby Womack came in today and quit his job. He was telling everyone who would listen that he was gonna be livin' with your wife and doin' it on your lottery money. As you can imagine, that little bit of gossip burned through the plant like a wildfire through underbrush. Listen, if you want to take another vacation day, I'd sure understand."

Marty's head had sunk lower and lower as the shift manager talked, but finally he looked up with a determined expression on his face. "Thanks, but I guess I'll go on and do my job. People are gonna talk no matter what I do, so I guess I might as well face it now as later."

When he walked out on the plant floor, Terry came up to him and said quietly, "Hang in there, man." The rest of the workers seemed to avoid him as much as possible, but Marty could hear conversations going on in the background, accompanied by a few snickers. He found it difficult to concentrate on his work, and Terry stopped him from making a mistake at one point. By the time his shift was over, he had to force himself not to run out the door to his truck.

The next morning Marty drove into town to meet with his new lawyer, Terry's uncle. The attorney listened to Marty's account of what had happened and then examined the petition that had been served on him. When he had finished, he looked up at Marty.

"Since the two of you have no children, this is going to be pretty straightforward. Georgia is a community property state, which means basically that the two of you will split all your assets down the middle, and each of you will get half."

"Wait a minute," Marty exclaimed, "I was the one who bought the lottery ticket. Doesn't that count for something?"

"Sorry," the attorney said, "you brought the asset into the marriage so it is considered common property. That would be true if Louise had bought the ticket instead of you."

Marty wasn't happy about that, but then another worry arose in his mind. "What about the house? I've put a ton of work into fixing it up, remodeling and adding more space. Don't I get credit for that?"

The attorney shook his head. "Marty, the court doesn't want to spend its time trying to figure out who did what and how much it's worth. The law stipulates that both partners are equal, and both partners split the assets. So unless the two of you can work something else out, you'll probably wind up selling the place and dividing the proceeds."

"That just doesn't seem fair," Marty mumbled.

"Well, it may not be fair, but it's the law," the attorney said. "But look on the bright side: with what you've won in the lottery, you're going to walk away from this in a lot better financial shape than most people who get divorced."

"Let me think about it and I'll get back to you," Marty said, and headed for the door. 

As he drove home, he kept thinking about everything that had happened. "A month ago my biggest concern was adjusting to working on the second shift," he thought ruefully. "Two weeks ago, all I had to worry about was how to spend a fortune. Now my wife has kicked me out of my house, she's telling lies behind my back, people are either laughing at me or cursing me, I've had to move in with my folks again and my life has turned to shit. Winning that damned lottery just made things worse, not better."

Over the next two weeks Marty became reclusive. He went to work every evening but kept to himself. During the day he spent most of his time doing chores around his parents' house to help them out. Not being able to work on his own house, he devoted the rest of the time to his daily workout routine. Throughout it all he kept thinking about what had happened, and he slowly he began to form a plan to get his life back.

The next time he saw Terry and Sally, Marty told them what he'd learned from the attorney and what he'd decided to do. Terry was shocked. "Are you sure you want to do that, man?"

"I've been doing a lot of thinking, Terry, and this is the right thing for me," Marty said with conviction.

"O.K., buddy, if that's what you want, I'll back you, but a lot of folks are going to think you're crazy," Terry said.

"Maybe they're right," Marty said with a wry smile.

The following Friday, Marty and his attorney went to a meeting at the office of Louise's lawyer to discuss the property settlement. Marty was not surprised to see Bobby Womack in attendance.

After everyone was seated, Louise's attorney began to discuss the equal division of family assets when Marty stopped him. "That's not the way I want to do it," he said firmly. 

Before he could go on, his attorney spoke up. "I'd like to go on record that I have advised my client that what he is about to propose is not in his best interests, but he has decided to disregard my advice." The attorney sat back in his chair and folded his arms to indicate his annoyance.

Marty picked up a document prepared in advance and leaned forward. "Here's the deal, Louise. I'll give you the lottery ticket -- you can have all the money, the whole damned thing. All I want in exchange is to get my house back and for you to admit what you've done. It's all spelled out on this paper." He slid a copy across the table.

Louise started to protest, but Bobby grabbed her arm and began whispering urgently to her. Her attorney was clearly caught by surprise by Marty's proposal. After some confusion, he asked for a few minutes to confer with his client in private, and the three of them left the room.




Winning the Lottery



Terry's uncle leaned over to Marty. "I still wish you'd reconsider. There's no need to give up all your winnings. Hell, you could buy out Louise's interest in the house and still have a pot full of money left over."

Marty shook his head stubbornly. "I've thought a lot about this, and this is what I want to do."

In the other conference room, Louise was objecting loudly. "I ain't gonna sign nothin' like that. If I did, my Daddy would tan my hide after what I told him about Marty!"

Before her attorney could speak, Bobby grabbed her arm. "Who cares, Lou-Lou?" Bobby wheedled. "Who cares what your Daddy or anyone else thinks? You and me are gonna leave this town anyway. Besides, everybody'll know what happened sooner or later. What's important is that if you agree we get all the money -- not just half -- to spend any way we want to."

Louise was only somewhat mollified. "Well, what about the house? You said I'd get half the house, and now he's trying to weasel out of it." 

Bobby quickly spoke up, "Baby, don't you see? This is even better. In effect Marty is buying your half of the house for $5 million. You can buy a bunch of houses for $10 million!"

The attorney cleared his throat, "Technically, it isn't really $10 million . . ."

"Yeah, yeah," Bobby cut him off, "we know -- Uncle Sam has to get his cut. But the point is, it's a shitload of money, and if Marty is crazy enough to give it up, you'd be crazy not to take it."

"I have to agree," the attorney spoke up, "this is a far better outcome than anything you'd be likely to get in court. A forced sale of your house in its current unfinished state would bring you next to nothing compared to getting the rest of the lottery winnings. And as for the admission of extramarital activity, that is irrelevant from a legal perspective. This is a no-fault state; the court doesn't care who did what with whom in a case like this."

Louise's face brightened. "Well, if it don't mean anything and we get the whole $10 million out of the deal, then I guess my only other question is where do I sign?"

The trio walked back into the main conference room, and Louise ostentatiously signed the agreement that Marty's attorney had prepared. When Marty had his copy back, he asked, "O.K., now when can I have my house back?"

Louise looked at Bobby, who nodded. "We're gonna go down to the lottery office on Monday and claim the money. We'll be moving out the next day, so you can have the key back that evening."

As Bobby and Louise got up to leave the room, Bobby leaned over and gave Louise a high-five. "We hit the jackpot, Lou-Lou!" he gloated. Then he looked back at Marty and made a point of grabbing Louise's ass.

When Marty got back to his parent's home, he went looking for his mother. Finding his parents seated in front of the tv, he went over and handed her a copy of the agreement that Louise had just signed. "You want to know why Louise left me? Well, read this," he said, pointing to the appropriate section. "What it says in plain English is that she left me because she was carrying on behind my back with Bobby Womack. It was all her idea -- I didn't do anything to give her cause to leave."

While his mother had finished reading, she looked up at her son apologetically. "I'm sorry I doubted you, son. Who would have thought that Louise would act like such a tramp?"

Meanwhile, his father had been reading the agreement, and he suddenly exclaimed, "Have you lost your marbles, Marty? This says that you gave Louise the whole $10 million! Why in hell would you do that?"

"Dad, you always told me that nothing was more important than my good name. Well, I've got my good name back now."

The old man looked at him oddly. "That's a hell of a price to pay, son."

"It's worth it, Dad," Marty said adamantly, "every penny of it."

That Sunday, Marty got up early and put on his best church clothes, but he waited until just before the service started to go inside. When he walked into the chapel and took a seat in the front pew, a murmur swept over the congregation, but Marty ignored it. 

When the service had ended, Marty stood up and asked to address the congregation. Standing before them nervously, he cleared his throat before he started. "I know that a lot of you have a pretty low opinion of me right now. But I've got something here I'd like to read to you. It's a statement that Louise, my soon-to-be ex-wife made this past Friday in front of witnesses. If any of you want to see it, I pinned a copy on the bulletin board by the door. I'm gonna read it to you now. 



Winning the Lottery



After the warm-up exercises were done, Marty would go out for his morning run and Nancy and Lily would go inside to fix breakfast. By the time he returned, a full meal would be waiting for him. Having survived on boxed cereal for so long, Marty found a home-cooked breakfast a real treat. 

During week days while Nancy worked at the store and Lily stayed with Sally and her children, Marty continued the remodeling work on the house. He paid special attention to the bedroom and bathroom that Nancy and Lily used, trying to make them nicer for the two of them. He had been alone for a long time, and he found he liked having housemates, even if the arrangement was somewhat unconventional.

One day he had to repair a leak under the sink in the bathroom the mother and daughter used, and when he opened the cabinet he found the laundry basket that held their dirty clothes. Lying on top of the pile was a pair of Nancy's panties, and although they were plain white and utilitarian, Marty couldn't resist picking them up to look at them. "Damn," he thought, shaking his head, "it's been a long time." Then he guiltily restored them to the clothes basket and went on with his repair job, trying not to think about the woman who slept so near to him every night.

Work that evening was unremarkable, but as Marty was cleaning up before heading home he overheard two other men in the restroom mention a name he hadn't heard in a long time. "You'll never guess who my brother saw last weekend: Bobby Womack. My brother was in Atlanta," the man said, "and he ran into Bobby and Louise in a nightclub there. Bobby told him that they'd just gotten back from a week in Atlantic City. They were spending money like it was water, and later they took him back to their mansion in the richest section of town. My brother said they're living like a king and queen."

The mention of his ex-wife and the man who had taken her from him revived all the anger and hurt that Marty had thought were long gone. He drove home remembering all the events surrounding Louise's betrayal and Marty's resulting humiliation. By the time he got there he was so tense that he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, so he sat down in the recliner and turned on the television quietly, hoping for something to distract him.

After a few minutes he heard a sound behind him, and he looked around to see Lily peeking around the corner. "What are you doing up at this hour, young lady?" he asked with a smile on his face.

The little girl stepped fully into the room. "I woke up and I can't go back to sleep. Will you read me a story?"

Marty felt like he ought to be strict with her and order her back to bed, but she looked so imploringly at him that he couldn't deny her. "Alright," he said, "just one."

She beamed and quickly disappeared into her room to find a book. By the time Marty had switched off the tv, she was back, clutching a book under her arm. Without hesitation she climbed up into his lap.

"Read this one, Uncle Marty," she begged.

Marty smiled at that, and after adjusting the recliner, he began to read quietly from a Dr. Seuss book that he recognized from his own childhood. Soon the little girl closed her eyes, but Marty wasn't certain if she'd dropped off to sleep or not, so he kept reading in a low, singsong voice.

The smell of breakfast cooking woke him, and he found himself still in the recliner, with Lily asleep on his chest and a blanket covering the two of them. He rolled to one side to ease Lily down into the chair, tucked the blanket around her and then walked into the kitchen. 

Nancy smiled at him over the range top, and said, "It looks like your audience wore you out last night."

Marty blushed. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to keep her up, but she said she couldn't sleep and wanted me to read to her and. . ."

Nancy just waved his apology off. "You were sweet to read to her. I just hope she didn't bother you."

"Oh, no," Marty said hastily, "she was no bother at all. Actually, I kinda enjoyed it."

Nancy smiled again and went back to scrambling some eggs.

A week later they were all over at Terry and Sally's house for a cook-out. Nancy was playing in the back yard with the children and Marty was helping Sally set the picnic table. A laugh from one of the children caught their attention, and after watching them for a minute Sally turned to Marty. "So how is everything going with Nancy and Lily?" she asked casually.

"Oh, everything's fine," Marty answered. "They're really no trouble at all."

Sally eyed him shrewdly. "What do you think about Nancy?"

"She's great," Marty replied. "She's a great Mom and a real good cook."

"Have you ever thought about asking her out?" Sally pressed him.

"You mean like out on a date?" Marty said in surprise. "I dunno, Sally, that might be awkward, what with them living in my house and everything," he said. "Besides, it might make Nancy uncomfortable if I asked. She might not want to. She probably doesn't think of me that way."

Sally just smiled at him. "You might be surprised, Marty. Anyway, just think about it," she said, before calling the rest of them in for the meal.

For the next few days Marty mentally debated what Sally had suggested. There was no question that he was attracted to Nancy. When she would come out to exercise with him in the back yard, Marty had a hard time keeping his attention on his routine. She was slim and fit, and the way her body moved in her shorts and t-shirt was definitely distracting. Moreover, she had a pleasant, easy-going personality, so different from Louise.

But ever since his ex-wife had left, Marty had avoided the opposite sex, at first out of unwillingness to expose himself to more heartache, and later out of a dearth of attractive prospects. Now, although Nancy was certainly attractive to him, he worried about how any attempt to change their relationship might affect them if things didn't work out. He'd grown used to having a "family" in the house and he would hate to give that up if Nancy were to become uncomfortable. If she were to feel she needed to move out, he realized he'd miss Lily too. All in all, it was a big step, and Marty dithered about the wisdom of upsetting the status quo.

He was still debating the issue that night when he drove home from work, but his dilemma was immediately forgotten when he spotted an unknown vehicle parked in front of his house. His anxiety morphed into fear when he saw that the car had driven up over the curb at an angle, as though the driver had been in a big hurry. Then he saw that his front door was wide open and there was light pouring out on the lawn. "John's found her!" he thought, and his heart began to pound at the thought of what he might find inside.

He quickly parked his truck on the street and ran for his garage. There was a roaring in his ears as he pulled his pistol from its hiding place. As he headed around to the front of the house, he chambered a round in the automatic. When he approached the front door, he could hear yelling from inside, and he cautiously peeked around the door frame. A man who looked like the intruder Marty had seen at Nancy's apartment months ago was standing in his living room, holding Nancy by her shoulders and shaking her. Marty felt certain that it was John, her ex-husband, and fear made it hard for him to breathe. Everything seemed to shift into slow motion.

He gripped the gun tightly as he eased the door open, slipping inside without either of them spotting him. Slowly he raised his pistol and shouted, "Hold it right there, John!"

The man spun around in surprise, still clutching Nancy. When he saw Marty, he put his arm around the terrified woman's midsection and clutched her tightly to him. At the same time, he pulled out a revolver from the waist of his pants and pointed it at Nancy's head. "Don't come any closer or I'll blow the bitch's head off," he warned.

The three of them stood there frozen for a long moment. Suddenly Lily suddenly appeared from the back hall. "Mommy!" she screamed, and started to go to her mother, but Marty grabbed her arm and pulled her back before she could get close to them. "Stay still, Lily," he commanded. The little girl began to cry, and Marty could see that the man was becoming increasingly agitated with every passing second.

In desperation Marty groped for something he could do to resolve the stand-off. He felt Lily try to escape his grasp, and suddenly a memory popped into his head. He looked down at Lily and said in a calm voice, "Lily, since we're all awake, how about we do some exercises. Would that be OK?"

Lily looked at him uncertainly, but then nodded. Marty looked up and caught Nancy's eyes. "Mommy can do the exercises too. That'll be fun."

John was staring at Marty in utter confusion, but Marty could only focus on Nancy and plead with his eyes for her understanding. He thought he saw something in her look, and he prayed he was right.

He turned back to Lily. "OK, Lily, we're all going to play Head and Shoulders now. Let's do it real slow, just like we always do, OK?"

When the little girl nodded, Marty said, "OK, Lily, OK, Mommy, here goes. Head and shoulders . . ." he said, drawing it out. Obediently, the little girl put her hands on her head and then her shoulders. Marty saw what he hoped was comprehension in Nancy's eyes. ". . .Knees and toes," Marty continued, and Nancy suddenly bent over at the waist to touch the floor. As soon as she did so, Marty fired at her attacker, striking him in the upper chest.

The man grunted and staggered backwards, letting Nancy slip to the floor. Both Nancy and Lily screamed at the sound, and Marty's second round went high and to the left. The man started to raise his revolver, but Marty's third shot caught him in the forehead, knocking him over backwards to the floor. 

Nancy scrambled over to Lily and held her tightly while Marty rushed over to the crumpled, lifeless figure and kicked the gun out of his hand. Then he grabbed his cellphone and dialed 9-1-1. When he'd finished with the police dispatcher, he called Terry. "Get over here quick, buddy. John's been here," he said. 

After he'd hung up, he carefully set his pistol up on the fireplace mantle and then went over to where Nancy and Lily lay holding each other on the floor. Suddenly, all the adrenaline seemed to flow out of him like air from a punctured balloon. He slumped to the floor and began to cry, clutching the two of them of them. "I thought I'd lost you," he sobbed over and over again. 

That's how the police found them when they came through the door.

The detectives' questions didn't take too long, but Marty refused to release either Nancy or Lily the whole time, and they clung to him equally tightly.

Two years later, Marty was getting ready for a barbecue one Saturday afternoon. He'd invited Terry and Sally and their kids, and he wanted the house to look neat and clean, "even though it won't stay that way for long," he thought with a laugh. 

It was at least an hour before the gathering was scheduled to start, so he was startled when the doorbell rang. When he opened the door, he saw a woman with platinum blonde hair going dark at the roots. She had on rather revealing clothes and high-heeled shoes that were obviously expensive but appeared to be well worn. She stood there looking at him with a slight smile on her face, and it took a minute for him to recognize her. "Hello, Louise," he said in a flat voice.

"How do I look?" she asked coyly, and slowly pirouetted so he could see her figure. When she faced him again, she made a point of emphasizing her breasts with her hands. "How do you like 'em?" she asked. "I had them done. They're a full d-cup now."

Marty stepped out on the porch and pulled the door behind him. "What do you want, Louise?" he asked curtly.

She shook her head in mock displeasure. "Is that any way to greet me after all these years? I thought you'd be excited to see me."

"I thought you were in Atlanta," he said.

"I was, but that was a while ago. Now I'm back in town, so of course the first thing I wanted to do was to come look you up." She looked at him carefully. "Have you lost weight? You look like you're really in shape." She gave him a flirtatious smile. "Of course you always were a good-looking man."

Her compliment went right over Marty's head. "I've been working on the house to get it finished up," he said.

She looked around as if seeing the house for the first time. "Wow, you've done so much with the place -- it looks great. Did you add on to it? I don't remember that part over there."

"Listen, Louise, I really don't have time to chat. I have guests coming over shortly and I need to finish getting ready."

A note of anxiety crept into her voice. "Sure, Marty, sure. But the thing is, now that I'm back in town, I was wondering if maybe you and I, you know, could maybe start seeing one another again."

Despite his efforts to remain calm, Marty was clearly surprised. "What about Bobby Womack?" he asked in amazement.

Louise's face twisted into a scowl. "That bastard!" she said vehemently. "He stole a bunch of money from me and hightailed it out of town." She shook her head in disgust. "It took the cops six months to catch up with him in Las Vegas, and by then the money he took was all gone. But don't you worry about him: he's got a real comfortable room now -- in Macon State Prison."

"So what happened to the rest of the $10 million," Marty wanted to know.

"Hah! You of all people should know better than that. After the reduction for taking it all in cash, and after the feds and the state got through taking their cut, it was closer to $5 million," she said bitterly.

"Maybe so, Louise, but $5 million is nothing to sneeze at," Marty persisted.

Louise's eyes got a faraway look and a little smile came to her face. "Oh, it was pretty sweet for a while. Bobby and me bought us a mansion up in Atlanta, and we had fancy cars and nice clothes and all the nice things you'd expect. You shoulda seen the parties we threw, Marty. We had live bands playing and Dom Perignon flowing like water. We used to take trips to Vegas all the time. They treated us like Arab oil sheiks out there, and we'd go to all the best shows and everything. One time we chartered a plane and took twenty of our friends out there with us."

Then the smile disappeared from her face. "The thing is, most of the times we went gambling we lost. And all those 'friends' we had weren't really our friends, they were just moochers. They always had their hands out for a loan -- not that any of them ever repaid the money. They were happy enough to party with us, but when things got tight, they scattered like cockroaches when you turn on the lights."

She shook her head like she was trying to dispel a bad memory. "Anyway, somewhere along the line, Bobby found this great investment that was going to make us a fortune. . . well, another fortune. But it turned out to be a scam, and the money disappeared just like our so-called friends. It was about then that Bobby split with the rest of our bank account. After that, the bank repossessed the house and our cars and, well, here I am."

"So the money is all gone, all $5 million?" Marty asked.

She nodded sadly.

"And you're back here now looking for some help?" he went on.

She looked at him hopefully and nodded again.

"Well, you're in luck," he said. "The retirement home where you used to work is hiring. I bet you could have your old job back."

He could see the anger sweep over her face, but she took a deep breath and regained control of herself. "Come on, Marty, you know that's not what I meant. Besides, you and I had something pretty good once. If you'd just give me a chance, I know I could make it up to you," she said suggestively, cocking her hips in a way that left no doubt about her meaning.

Before Marty could respond, Nancy stepped out of the door to stand beside Marty. "Is everything OK, honey?" she asked.

He put his arm around her, and Louise drew in a quick breath when she saw Nancy's baby bump.

"It was nice of you to pay us a visit, Louise, but my wife and I got company coming over, and we have to get ready." With that, he followed Nancy back inside, closing the door behind him.

"Who was that, honey?" Nancy asked.

"Nobody important. Just somebody that I used to know," he said dismissively.

Later that afternoon, Marty and Terry were grilling steaks while their children played on the backyard swing set under Sally and Nancy's supervision. Terry looked at his friend admiringly. "I have to admit it: you were right about Louise and Bobby. I never would have believed that somebody could blow $5 million, but they did it. How did you know?"

Marty nodded thoughtfully. "Folks who are foolish and untrustworthy when they're poor don't get any better when they're rich. I couldn't see it ending any other way. The only thing that surprised me was it took 'em that long to blow it all."

Just then he heard a happy shriek from Lily, and he jerked his head up to see her playing with her mother. Nancy turned, and when she saw Marty watching them she smiled and waved to the two men.

Marty waved back, returning her smile. His buddy turned to look at him. "You're a lucky man," Terry said.

"Yeah," Marty said, "I think I won the lottery."



Winning the Lotto



The money was in the bank. All 22.5 million dollars of it. No, I hadn't robbed a bank...I had hit the lottery for $98. Million. I had decided to take the lump sum, which had dropped the amount to about 45 mil after taxes. 6 months later I had forked over half of that and divorced my wife, suddenly free from a stifling marriage with plenty of money in the bank. It was time for a vacation!

And you were going with me. For years we had fantasized about running away together to some place warm and sunny, away from the cold and the rain and our problems. Now we had the means and the time.

Taking a month off of work you had decided to let your daughter live with her dad for a month, told your boyfriend you'd be back in a month, and had gotten on a plane with me. Neither of us had any expectations other than anything was open to be tried. And the future was our own. No promises from either of us on what would happen after our vacation.

That's how we found ourselves on a sandy beach at the exclusive Hedonism II resort in the Bahamas.

The small fire burned hot in front of the two of us as we sat entwined on the still warm sand of the Caribbean beach, the flames reaching towards the clear starry sky. Across the fire another couple whose name I had lost somewhere mirrored us, their own blanket wrapped around his shoulders and crossed in front of her body the same as ours. To our right the mother/daughter combination of Carol and Kelly laughed softly at the comments of the brothers Bob and Barry across from them. 

Carol sat with her legs demurely crossed in front of her as if to hide her nudity in a lady- like pose, her bare sagging breasts and nipples pointing at her lap showing otherwise. She looked to be about 45 or so, with the soft bulging middle that showed that Kelly had been carried inside her. Kelly on the other hand sat Indian style as if daring the world to look at her youthful charms, which everyone on the beach had been doing all day while she bounced and jiggled as she moved. The late twenties woman was comfortable in her own skin and seemed to relish the exhibitionism that being nude in front of others provided.

Carol was explaining in a quiet voice how Kelly had first introduced her to public nudity when the younger girl was still in college and after Carol's divorce from the stiff and formal former husband. The progression from prude to nude also opened her mind to the possibilities of an expanding sexuality that had been repressed way too long. That Kelly had helped her mother discover herself was highlighted by the story of the mother and daughter seduction of Kelly's boyfriend one evening.

The brothers Jones' story was simpler...neither ever married they had made their fortunes in the dot-com explosion, getting out before the implosion. Life long nudists from a nudist family they often came to this particular resort to release the pressures of owning their own business...and to sample available delicacies that they may find!

The couple across the fire were from Minnesota and nude in public for the first time. They both admitted that they hadn't known what they were getting into by coming to this particular resort, and weren't sure they'd be back.

A day spent enjoying the sun and the heat and the surf on the nude side of the Hedonism resort had been wonderful after the cold of the long winter in the Northwest. Jamaica was perfect, and the resort even better. Hedonism is a place where anything goes...anything at all either in private or in public, if that's your thing. Fantasies fulfilled, passions explored.

But here you were, nude beneath the blanket with me nude snuggled in behind you. After a day spent seeing you on a lounge chair sunning with nothing but a smile on your face, your perfectly sized breasts bare in front of my (and everyone else's) view, the anticipation of being intimate with you had grown in my mind. The thin hair between your legs trimmed to a triangle shaped patch accentuated your nether charms rather than hiding them, presenting my mind with the prospect of later sensual delights.

The sun had relaxed everyone, and the cold margarita's that the brothers had procured somewhere lowered the inhibitions of everyone sitting around the flickering fire. I leaned against the palm tree and wrapped you in my arms.

My legs spread wide and feet tucked beneath your knees, your back snuggled against my bare chest and the valley of your ass against my crotch, we generated our own body heat beneath the light blanket. My hands began to explore the smoothness of your skin, still warm from the Caribbean sun. My fingers played lazily over the tips of your breasts, tracing a slow pattern around the twin mounds then upwards between them. Your nipples grew beneath my fingers as I circled them, around and around the quickly hardening nubs. With each pass of the course tips of my fingers your breath quickened, forcing them further against my hands. Looking over your shoulder I see you clench the blanket tighter in your own hands. Your ass squirms against my crotch as I continue playing with your breasts beneath the material of the blanket.

I know I can make you cum by playing with your breasts. You've told me so. And even though we've never played together before I feel I know how to work your body to induce your pleasure. The aroma of arousal floated upwards to engage my senses.

I grasp a nipple between the fingers of each hand and gently roll them in time with each other. Around the hardened flesh my fingers rotate my flesh against yours, back and forth around and around your nipples. Your breathing becomes shallow and your ass presses hard against me. I can tell your climbing to your peak, and the idea that I'm going to make your cum in front of people we barely know excites me...and you!

Suddenly I pull both nipples, not hard but firmly, and gently squeeze them at the same time. Your gasp draws the attention of the others and now they're watching you squirm beneath your shield as I continue to tug and pull and squeeze your nipples. They know what I'm doing to you and they all turn to watch as your excitement grows. The motion of your body has opened up the bottom of the blanket a bit and now all can see the undulation of your hips and the movement of your legs as I squeeze and pull and fondle those wonderful breasts in my hands. 

Cupping both breasts in my hands, a tug and a pinch and a pull and a squeeze has your breath coming in gasps even as the first gentle orgasm flushes from your pussy through your stomach and into those breasts I'm paying so much attention to. I've wanted to touch and play and fondle these breasts for a long time and they feel exactly like I thought they would. I've seen them beneath blouses and sweaters and looked down your shirts at times and they are as exquisite as I thought they'd be. Full but not overwhelming, with nipples hard and sensitive!

And I've just made you cum by playing with them, your skin hot as it flushes. The blanket now wide open, everyone watching as my hands hold your breasts and your legs open as your gentle orgasm works over your body. You want them to watch...it's always been a fantasy, to have an orgasm while others watch. And they are.

Kelly is slowly rubbing her own crotch, her hands between her widely spread legs. Carol is rolling her own nipples between the fingers of both hands. Bob's cock has grown, and although not completely hard is impressive anyway. He's fondling the heavy sacks hanging between his legs and watching me make you cum. Barry is fully hard, and he's gently stroking it's full length where everyone can see as he watches the mother/daughter duo across from him.

Minnesota woman still clutches the blanket around her but we can see the motion of her hands as they work in and out of her pussy, or so I imagined.

When you open your eyes you watch the sexual scene taking place in front of you. It was bound to get started amongst this group sometime, the openly sexual activity that we had seen taking place throughout the day in the rest of the resort. Earlier that day you and I had watched as a woman had taken one man into her mouth while another had licked her pussy at poolside.

Now we watch as Kelly stands and moves in front of Barry, leans over and without ceremony or hesitation takes him fully in her mouth. Her head bobs up and down as she raises to lick the tip of his now hardened cock, then completely engulf him once more. On her knees in the sand, her ass in the air, legs spread, her pussy lips open and inviting.

Bob reaches over to run a finger down the crack of Kelly's ass and along the lips of her pussy while all the while sliding his other hand along the length of his hardness. A moan, whether from Barry or from Kelly, comes from across the fire. Kelly obviously likes the attention of two men at once and has done this before.

Her mother watches her daughter and caresses a breasts in one hand and rubs her clit with the other. Her own legs are now wide open and we can see between her legs. Unlike her daughters completely shaved pussy Carol has kept hers covered by lightly trimmed black hair.

I whisper in your ear even as I move a hand from your breast to between your own legs. We both watch as the couple along the way have shed their blanket and she has slid up over his hard cock. She spreads her legs wide as he lies back onto the sand, and impales herself onto him, in one motion taking him completely inside. Her small breasts are simply nipples atop slight bulges on her torso but those nipples are hard and engorged nubs at least an inch long. Her bush is full and overflowing between her legs, his cock disappearing in the heavy mat.

I had asked if you wanted your pussy eaten by another woman. You nod slightly and call out to Carol. Motioning with your finger you call her over and after a moments hesitation she moves between your legs, and slowly lowers her mouth over the hard nipple of your left breast. I watch as you place your hands on both of the other woman's own breasts and gently caress them, even as I slide a finger between the lips of your wet pussy and deep inside you.

Carol's finger slides next to mine inside you. Her soft skin feels different from mine inside you and the differences drive you higher. My fingers on one breast and her lips and tongue on the other help you along. You spread your legs wide even as Carol and I work on your body, you watch the others in the group. You watch as Bob moves behind Kelly, his cock hard, the head huge on the end of his organ slipping past her pussy opening and slamming inside.

Turning to kiss me, our tongues meeting between us, as Carol moves her head between her legs, her tongue searching for your wet opening. You feel her tongue slide up and down your pussy lips, my fingers on your breasts as hers hold your pussy lips wide apart. Your hands push her head to where you want it, guiding her tongue. Moaning into my mouth as Carol laps at your wetness touching every sensitive piece of flesh between your legs.

Minnesota couple are watching you now even as he drives his cock deep into his wife. They see your legs spread wide, another woman between them, my hands pulling and twisting the nipples on your breasts. They are going to see you cum, see Carol and I drive you to a wild orgasm, see your legs jerk as her tongue delves deep within you. When she gently suck on your clit you scream deep inside my mouth and you drive your hips against her mouth. Up and down your pelvis jerks and thrashes beneath her even as you flood her face with your juices. She continues to lick and suck even as you float through another orgasm, your second at the point of her tongue.

Finally Carol pulls away...not because you've asked her to but because Bob has moved away from her daughter and plunged deep into her mother with his hard cock. The warm humid air touches your pussy, the light breeze teasing your wide open lips and engorged clit. You turn around, push me backwards, and mount my own rock hard cock as it points upward. I watch your breasts bounce as you hurriedly bury yourself onto me. Upwards our passions climb, your pussy clenching my cock as it slides in and out of you, until soon we reach our peak. You feel me swell inside you, I feel your pussy as it clamps hard around me, and you feel me inject you with spurt after spurt of hot cum. Others are watching us. Bob and Carol right behind you even as they drive each other to their own orgasms. Minnesota couple as they continue their passionate coupling. And Kelly and Barry as he floods her throat with his seed.

Moments pass, our breathing resumes a normal pace, and my softening cock slides out of you, unleashing our combined juices from within you. Your nipples are still hard and I can't keep from taking one between my lips and sucking hard. Your hands hold me to your chest, where I can feel your heartbeat within your chest.

The beginning of our short time together. We'll see where this goes.



Winning Ways



So, what do I do now?

I was staring at the cheque from the European Lottery Company. £75m or about $150m was the sum I'd won. It was as tense a time having the money as it was the week before having nothing but a monthly pittance of a wage from my business and no sense of what direction I was facing in. However, this tension was of a different sort.

I began to think again about what Nirvana had said to me two weeks before. We'd had yet another difficult discussion. It followed me asking her for the umpteenth time to marry me. To be fair, she was nothing but straightforward and honest.

"Paul, I can't take the risk of marrying you when you are so poor. I'm a single mother and I have to protect my daughter. Your business is too risky and I can't see us living in my tiny house."

And then she had followed with something that I now realised gave me possibilities, options.

"Look, I love you dearly, don't mistake me, and I would do anything for you but not marriage unless I can have security. If you've got that, then I'd do anything in that marriage as well." 

She said that with such a 'come-on' in her voice. Then she had snaked her long dark-skinned legs over me, straddling my thighs and kissing me lustily and long. No more had been said. She'd slipped her hand down between us, feeling my rapidly hardening cock before lifting her already hitched-up skirt even higher and guiding me past flimsy panties and between her ready cunt lips. There was that perpetual contrast between the protective mother and the sensual, hungry whore in the bedroom. Yet, even in these sudden switches of mood, I sensed Nirvana still not really letting go, keeping a bit of herself back. Where was she going in her head and body at those times?

"Ok," I said to myself, "I'll find out. I know what to do."

Yes, I'd had a flash of sheer inspiration. I was on the 'phone like a shot to my old friend and personal lawyer, Imogen Banks-Golden. I know, what a name! She was from a very poor family in Lancashire, like me, but had got to University and latched onto the ugliest, fattest but richest student in the College. Keeping her name of Banks, she'd hyphenated it with the 'Golden' part. Now don't get me wrong readers, there are fat people who are incredibly beautiful including a few BBW's whom I have loved and fucked happily and enthusiastically, but this guy had been in the way when the ugly stick was being pointed. 

His family had been Goldenstein up to the Second World War when they left Germany and settled in the East End of London. It was an apt name, as dealing in precious metals and stones was their trade and they built a significant international empire. However, little Hymie was their only son and heir, and he was fussed over and spoilt rotten by his mother in true Yiddish style. So, by the time he met Imogen, he was a bloated, spoilt and arrogant man with a face ravaged by poor diet and too much acne. 

They married quickly, and Imogen made it her duty to fuck him daily, through period and non-period days. She was Oxbridge's Wife of Bath, leaving him exhausted and unable to get to most early lectures.

How do I know this? I was the other man she fucked for fun. I was the lover who really serviced her true needs; for domination, for masochistic pleasures that Hymie could never be persuaded to take part in. I was the one who sent her back to him with deep red stripes across her shapely arse, cunt lips stinging from punishment and nipples aching and breasts bruised. He knew he was part of her masochism, to be the ugly man who humiliated her by walking out with her, by letting her sit naked and splayed over his enormous frame and fuck with the layers of fat rippling rhythmically over his body. But he loved her so much. With him she was the first woman who had ever shown a real interest in him, listened to his stories, cared for him, and most significantly, given him the strength to stand up to his fussing mother.

When University ended and they left with Imogen achieving a First that guaranteed she was going on to study Law, and worn out Hymie a third rate degree and a ticket straight into his father's company, I drifted away to various relationships. Eventually I married a woman from the other side of the tracks with no money, no interests, no intellect, and just the best ability to fuck as if it was the only way to exercise. That was until the baby clock started ticking, and then she joined the legions of mothers who forget their spouses and put their lives into the mewling, puking brat in the buggy. 

Imogen continued to stay in touch, sometimes making excuses to come see me. She'd join my wife in sado-masochistic games; always ending up whipped and striped from those full breasts to the souls of her feet. Karen, my then wife, would lie in front of her, her shaven cunt open, receiving the administrations of Imogen's wonderfully long tongue that lathed across her swollen labia and down to her anus. She loved to humiliate Imogen, lifting her knees to her equally full breasts to make her other hole as open to our friend as possible. 

"Yes, lick my arsehole, lick it, whore!"

With those words what could I do but 'punish' Imogen for being such a perverted woman? I would increase the power of my strokes, my cock standing hard to my belly as I took pleasure in the growing matrix of red stripes that rose like scars over that firm, smooth landscape. 

But why do I mention this, apart from feeling the instant hardness grow in my pants as I recall it? Well, Imogen had continued to provide all my legal advice over the years, always in exchange for me providing services in kind that only the Marquis de Sade could rival. I also gave consultancy services to their Company, especially after the Father-in Law died and her husband took over the business. Imogen insisted I be paid at the top rate in the market. Hymie never batted an eyelid at my charges, always seeming pleased that I had served (or was it serviced?) his wife so well; probably because in the weekends she came to stay, he got a rest from her endless demands to fuck. However, Hymie had died a few months ago, not surprisingly in bed during one of their ritual morning sessions. Yes, The Wife of Bath had a killer cunt! She'd rung me sounding genuinely distressed the morning it happened, though once his body was cold she was in my office displaying some very inappropriate behaviour for such a recent widow. She'd left his grieving mother to sort out the funeral arrangements and 'had to get out, because the bitch is being such a pain, darling.' 

A few weeks later Hymie's will was read out and she had been left the Company in its entirety and a lump sum of £10m from his private funds. That was on top of the five houses, the yacht in Monaco and the chateau they had begun to renovate in the South of France. She asked me to do a review of the business and consult her on what was best to do with the houses and businesses. Of course she added her own brand of bonus payments, and the Chateau D'Or near Beziers, which took on a whole new building plan on my direction, became our favourite place for me to collect.

Now I needed her consultancy and help to develop a very special contract for me. We arranged to meet the very next day.

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"Welcome Imogen."

There was no smile from me. This was part of our trade. I was to take control and dominate from the start. 

"Take off your coat, slut."

She glanced across, noticing that the blinds to the office were open. Anyone in an upstairs room of the overlooking building opposite would see her. 

"I said, take off your coat, slut. What's the problem?"

"Yes, master, but...."

"When I tell you to do something you do it, understand?"

There was silence. Her eyes seemed to be trying to find some spot on my newly fitted carpet. I even found myself following her gaze, so intent was she on looking at that one particular area. I smiled to myself. She was in role. She was mine. It was confirmed as she slowly began to unbutton the long leather coat, so incongruous on such a hot summer's day.

The ever so slow revelation of first one full, natural breast and then the other made me quietly suck in air. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, and projecting her shame. More buttons. The lightly bronzed skin shone under the office downlights and as her shaven mons was revealed to my intense gaze, I saw that she had been investing in a new collection of jewels. Her clitoral hood and labia were bedecked with diamond studded gold rings.

"So, is your cunt an investor's paradise now as well?" I asked sneeringly, mocking her for her wealth, knowing I was now her peer financially. I spat the word 'cunt' out like it was something to be regarded with disdain, knowing how she would feed on the humiliation.

"No sir, I had it done specially for you, but..."

"Shut up, whore, I don't want to know. Go crawl to the window, stand up and close the blinds, then get back on all fours like the bitch dog you are and crawl back to me."

I could see her sex lips glistening. This was arousing her intensely, yet there was hesitation again.

"If you are seen by my neighbours then all well and good. Perhaps Mrs Shah can be persuaded to leave that religious nut of a husband and join us," I joked, knowing the young woman in the flat opposite was kept a virtual prisoner by her fundamentalist partner. He was one of those who chose to distort the writings of his religion so he could keep his woman under foot. She wasn't there in a consensual way judging from the pleading look in her eyes that I had seen in those rare glimpses out on the street. 

I stared at her with an aching desire to push my dick hard between her arse cheeks as she crawled for me; her firm buttocks high and the little puckered opening so inviting. It was almost too much imagining piercing that secret place whilst running my hands over the suspenders and stockings she had worn on my instruction. But no, it was as much fun to be the voyeur, watching her sex entice and sway between her legs, and the anus pucker like a kiss at me. It was also enjoyable to know that she was dirtying and probably laddering a perfectly good pair of stockings. Her ridiculously high-heeled shoes would be scuffed too as she crawled. How pleasing to force her to spend on new things, I thought. How delightful to have as much money to waste as she had. What a delicious thought after years of scrimping and saving, living on my business overdraft. Almost better than sex. No, nothing is better than that. Well, not when it is at the end of a lengthy BDSM scene.

And this was going to be one of those, with an unusual twist.

Imogen was crawling back; her head low but it was easy to see from the fiery red of her ears that she was shamed and embarrassed. She stopped at my feet, forehead to my Church's brogues. 

"So, did anyone see you then?"

"Yes, master," she said, her voice quiet and with a slight tremor to it. 

"Who?"

"It was that woman opposite. She was staring and staring at me and..." "And what?"

"Her hand gestured...to her breast...it was only fleeting but it was so...obvious!"

Hmmm, I thought. Just as I had suspected. 

"You did well, slut. Now, suck on this."

I had my cock out, hard and throbbing. I knew she loved its thick and lengthy meat deep in her throat, and I enjoyed seeing her lipstick paint the shaft as she enveloped me with soft and full lips. As she raised her head, keeping her arse high like a primate, I saw the lusty smile on her face. What a beautiful, pervy woman. 

And what an amazing feeling as she served my aching cock. But this was the entrée. I had other needs to be delivered on my menu.

"Suck slut...suck and drink it all down."

I came quickly. I had no desire to hold back. I watched almost dispassionately despite the shivers of orgasm that rippled through my body. I painted her throat with repeated spurts of hot cum. I was noting whether she spilt a drop, hoping she would so that I could punish her but she cleaned me up from my cock-head to the base of my balls. She knew my exacting standards and had accepted them long ago.

I could see and feel the hunger. I knew she loved it.

"Good slut," I said, praising her obedience.

"Thank you, Master."

"Now come to the desk and sit on it, facing me."

I gestured for her to sit on the centre of the large oak desk, but with her legs wide open, facing my black leather office chair and with her feet on its arms. I said nothing, but reached out to her cunt, plucking at each piece of jewellery; pulling the fine workmanship and stretching her cuntlips as much as was possible. She was so good, not flinching one bit, but her sex flowed with its own honey.

"Wet little cunt isn't it?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered, head down, eyes never meeting mine. Beautiful. Subservient just as I wanted her.

"Right slut, take that pad and pen to your right and take notes of what I have to say. You are to say nothing unless it is a question relevant to what I want you to do for me. Also, your face must not react to what I say either."

"Yes, Master," she said, voice bolder now; her body twisting to pick up the items. Her tits swinging freely, and the nipples so obviously aroused, it was hard to not push her back and fuck her there and then, but that was for later.

"Give me the riding crop to your left."

She twisted the other way now, picking up the leather tipped crop. She knew that she would be punished if she deviated from my instructions, but then that was the fun for her and for myself. I equally knew she would be unable to stick to these rules. That naughty side would crave its punishment. 

I accepted the crop, given to me correctly in both hands and with a gentle kiss of its handle. I smiled and felt my cock rise, still free of my business suit. I slashed the crop down hard on the desk between her open thighs, watching her wince and then smile, inviting.

"Right, now listen, whore. I have won £75m on the lottery."

I watched her face, inscrutable. Shame. I wanted to strike her impudent breasts, so firm and full, so proud.

"Oh, you are cool aren't you?"

"If you say so Master."

I struck hard and fast across her right tit. She was caught out, breaking my instruction. Her scream was muted, but I knew it had hurt. Her thighs pulsed slightly; the creamy honey flowing as pleasure overtook her pain. Her essence was sweet and wonderful in the air. I laughed at my trickery.

"Now listen! I have met a new woman who frustrates me with her reluctance to marry me. She believes I am poor and of course I was bar the overdraft on the business and the services of my slut. She knows I am divorced and that I am a fucking good lover." 

I stopped, scanning her face and body for reactions. Nothing. I had deliberately put that arrogant statement in.

"She seems to be implying that no matter how much we love each other she will not give herself fully to me. She wants first to have guarantees that I am solvent, that her daughter will be safe -- the bloody spoilt bitch that her eighteen-year-old is -- and that we move to a bigger house (which of course I could not do when penniless). Only then will she give me 'everything' as she puts it."

Not a move, not a sound. Impressive; especially for a mainly naked and open-legged woman. How did she look so regal wearing so little? My cock twitched and strained, hoping her composure would break.

"I want you to draw up a marriage contract. I want it to be a pre-nuptial that we both will sign and that contains some specific clauses that both protect me financially now but also specify what 'anything' will mean in the marriage."

"Can I please ask what the financial protection you want to build in should be?"

"Simple, if we split I want her to accept that she will be entitled to what she came in with, plus £1m only. Her bitch of a daughter can have 50,000 pounds only. I would also insist that she keeps the house under let, just in case. If there is any mortgage or loan against it, then I will pay that off. I doubt a divorce will happen but I want safeguards."

"Very sensible Sir."

I striped her left breast with four strokes in quick succession. 

"You forget so easily."

"Sorry Master."

Her face was a picture. She realised her mistake too late.

Four strokes of the crop striped the right tit. She stifled another scream. I laughed, heartily, enjoying watching her go from pain to an expression akin to orgasm, but not quite there... yet.

"There are some sexual practices that she, Nirvana, is resistant to. In fact she has some serious hang-ups about sex. It's a complete paradox. One minute she is a horny bitch, pushing my head between her legs to lick her shaven pussy but then will avoid being kissed once my face is covered with her cunt juice. Do you think that is weird? Also, if she pisses or shits at home or a relatives she has a shower immediately afterwards. Her cunt has no smell it is washed so frequently. When working or travelling, she will hold back her shit until she is home. Then she has gut problems, the stupid bitch, from that holding back. If she has to squat and piss or use a public toilet, she will wash and wash if there is a sink. However I have known her hold her piss until when home she has wet her panties dashing to the toilet. On those occasions she has laughed afterwards, as if there was some pleasure gained but she would not admit it. There is over many things a sense that behind the repression is a slut of a woman wanting to get out. 

So, what does this have to do with you?" I stopped, noticing her face.

The stripe made over her left titty was inevitable. I had seen the quizzical look. She had failed my order, much to her chagrin and my pleasure. I smiled, pleased with her discomfort.

"I want a clause included that states she will as part of our marriage agreement receive exactly one quarter of my remaining fortune after payments (of my choosing) to my children and ex-wife. To receive the total sum of about £18.5m, which will be given in stages over a 15 year period (with cumulative interest of course) she is to agree to sexual therapy with the clinic of my choice. Make sure that there is no get-out clause in the wording. I know exactly who she is going to, but she is not to be aware of what type of therapy this will be or how I will ensure she is 'loosened up'."

"Yes, Master."

The rapid flick of the whip across her pussy must have seriously hurt, yet she made no change of expression. Only her body moved, absorbing the pleasure and the pain. Good girl, but of course that is not what I told her.

"You are a disobedient slut today. I think you will be going home looking like a burger fried on a griddle. I'm going to criss-cross your body mercilessly."

God, I was hard! I wanted to really punish her. Did having all this money usually make people feel so powerful, almost invincible? Now I was on a roll. Here was my chance to really control more than just this slut who was there for the BDSM and the fucking. I could control the woman I loved and it was not incompatible to love her and humiliatingly control that dusky maiden. I knew that would give me the greatest pleasure.

"Also, I want it written in to our agreement that she will dress to please me. In particular, she will never wear knickers again unless it is a hygienic necessity. Do not specify precisely when that might be, as I want it written in that such times will be agreed with me. 

Finally, I promise to her the greatest pleasure. I pledge that my whole focus will be her happiness. She will never have to lift a finger to cook, clean or shop unless those activities bring her personal pleasure. Her currently badly spoilt daughter will be well cared for. Put in some positive wording, but suggest -- and only suggest, do not make it a promise -- that should I be given joint rights to bring up the child I will give the young woman a significant sum when she achieves an appropriate age and level of maturity. Imply that I will expect some changes in methods of punishment and reward. Tell her that she may wish to consult her daughter to ensure she knows there is a choice: her mother need not marry me and have access to such a fortune and she can be free to do as she does now. That should challenge the Bitch's mind.




Winning Ways



So, what do I do now?

I was staring at the check from the European Lottery Company. £75m or about $150m was the sum I'd won. It was as tense a time having the money as it was the week before having nothing but a monthly pittance of a wage from my business and no sense of what direction I was facing in. However, this tension was of a different sort.

I began to think again about what Nirvana had said to me two weeks before. We'd had yet another difficult discussion. It followed me asking her for the umpteenth time to marry me. To be fair, she was nothing but straightforward and honest.

"Paul, I can't take the risk of marrying you when you are so poor. I'm a single mother and I have to protect my daughter. Your business is too risky and I can't see us living in my tiny house."

And then she had followed with something that I now realized gave me possibilities, options.

"Look, I love you dearly, don't mistake me, and I would do anything for you but not marriage unless I can have security. If you've got that, then I'd do anything in that marriage as well."

She said that with such a 'come-on' in her voice. Then she had snaked her long dark-skinned legs over me, straddling my thighs and kissing me lustily and long. No more had been said. She'd slipped her hand down between us, feeling my rapidly hardening cock before lifting her already hitched-up skirt even higher and guiding me past flimsy panties and between her ready cunt lips. There was that perpetual contrast between the protective mother and the sensual, hungry whore in the bedroom. Yet, even in these sudden switches of mood, I sensed Nirvana still not really letting go, keeping a bit of herself back. Where was she going in her head and body at those times?

"Ok," I said to myself, "I'll find out. I know what to do."

Yes, I'd had a flash of sheer inspiration. I was on the 'phone like a shot to my old friend and personal lawyer, Imogen Banks-Golden. I know, what a name! She was from a very poor family in Lancashire, like me, but had got to University and latched onto the ugliest, fattest but richest student in the College. Keeping her name of Banks, she'd hyphenated it with the 'Golden' part. Now don't get me wrong readers, there are fat people who are incredibly beautiful including a few BBW's whom I have loved and fucked happily and enthusiastically, but this guy had been in the way when the ugly stick was being pointed.

His family had been Goldenstein up to the Second World War when they left Germany and settled in the East End of London. It was an apt name, as dealing in precious metals and stones was their trade and they built a significant international empire. However, little Hymie was their only son and heir, and he was fussed over and spoilt rotten by his mother in true Yiddish style. So, by the time he met Imogen, he was a bloated, spoilt and arrogant man with a face ravaged by poor diet and too much acne.

They married quickly, and Imogen made it her duty to fuck him daily, through period and non-period days. She was Oxbridge's Wife of Bath, leaving him exhausted and unable to get to most early lectures.

How do I know this? I was the other man she fucked for fun. I was the lover who really serviced her true needs; for domination, for masochistic pleasures that Hymie could never be persuaded to take part in. I was the one who sent her back to him with deep red stripes across her shapely arse, cunt lips stinging from punishment and nipples aching and breasts bruised. He knew he was part of her masochism, to be the ugly man who humiliated her by walking out with her, by letting her sit naked and splayed over his enormous frame and fuck with the layers of fat rippling rhythmically over his body. But he loved her so much. With him she was the first woman who had ever shown a real interest in him, listened to his stories, cared for him, and most significantly, given him the strength to stand up to his fussing mother.

When University ended and they left with Imogen achieving a First that guaranteed she was going on to study Law, and worn out Hymie a third rate degree and a ticket straight into his father's company, I drifted away to various relationships. Eventually I married a woman from the other side of the tracks with no money, no interests, no intellect, and just the best ability to fuck as if it was the only way to exercise. That was until the baby clock started ticking, and then she joined the legions of mothers who forget their spouses and put their lives into the mewling, puking brat in the buggy.

Imogen continued to stay in touch, sometimes making excuses to come see me. She'd join my wife in sado-masochistic games; always ending up whipped and striped from those full breasts to the souls of her feet. Karen, my then wife, would lie in front of her, her shaven cunt open, receiving the administrations of Imogen's wonderfully long tongue that lathed across her swollen labia and down to

her anus. She loved to humiliate Imogen, lifting her knees to her equally full breasts to make her other hole as open to our friend as possible.

"Yes, lick my arsehole, lick it, whore!" 

With those words what could I do but 'punish' Imogen for being such a perverted woman? I would increase the power of my strokes, my cock standing hard to my belly as I took pleasure in the growing matrix of red stripes that rose like scars over that firm, smooth landscape.

But why do I mention this, apart from feeling the instant hardness grow in my pants as I recall it? Well, Imogen had continued to provide all my legal advice over the years, always in exchange for me providing services in kind that only the Marquis de Sade could rival. I also gave consultancy services to their Company, especially after the Father-in Law died and her husband took over the business. Imogen insisted I be paid at the top rate in the market. Hymie never batted an eyelid at my charges, always seeming pleased that I had served (or was it serviced?) his wife so well; probably because in the weekends she came to stay, he got a rest from her endless demands to fuck. However, Hymie had died a few months ago, not surprisingly in bed during one of their ritual morning sessions. Yes, The Wife of Bath had a killer cunt! She'd rung me sounding genuinely distressed the morning it happened, though once his body was cold she was in my office displaying some very inappropriate behavior for such a recent widow. She'd left his grieving mother to sort out the funeral arrangements and 'had to get out, because the bitch is being such a pain, darling.'

A few weeks later Hymie's will was read out and she had been left the Company in its entirety and a lump sum of £10m from his private funds. That was on top of the five houses, the yacht in Monaco and the chateau they had begun to renovate in the South of France. She asked me to do a review of the business and consult her on what was best to do with the houses and businesses. Of course she added her own brand of bonus payments, and the Chateau D'Or near Beziers, which took on a whole new building plan on my direction, became our favorite place for me to collect.

Now I needed her consultancy and help to develop a very special contract for me. We arranged to meet the very next day.