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Drive

By: Vampladydi



SEXWHILEDRIVING contributed to the writing of this story, in its first inception on a thread in The Playground section of the forum, and I wish to publicly thank him for his inspiration and his contribution.

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It was just after midnight. He couldn't tell you why, but from the day he bought the black Corvette he felt compelled to go for long drives at night. It seemed he was drawn to driving by the old cemetery. That's where he saw her in his dreams many times, waiting there by the road for him to pick her up. The dreams were so compelling that if he didn't take the Corvette out at night to look for her, he never got to sleep. She seemed to be calling to him and he was powerless to stop himself from answering.

He shifted gears and took the turn too fast, heedless of the misty fog that wafted through menacing branches and the light drizzle that slickened the streets. The black Corvette pulled up to the ornate wrought iron gate, the engine humming, purring, as he idled just in front of it. He sat there, hands clutching the wheel, and waited. What was he doing here? Was he going insane? There was no one here. 

He lit a cigarette and was preparing to leave, but something stopped him. He heard it first, a soft sweet sound that seemed to whisper to him. It came from everywhere, and nowhere. He lowered his window, listening intently, trying to determine the direction from which it came. He flicked his cigarette into a puddle, and stared past the iron gate into the dark cemetery beyond.

"What the hell am I doing?" He opened the door, cut off the engine and exited the car. Without some trepidation, he opened the iron gate and entered the cemetery.

Her presence was palpable as he blindly walked along the cemetery drive, yet he seemed to know just where he was going. The sound, no longer a whisper, grew louder with every step he took. Nervous excitement coursed through his veins. She was here. He just knew it! He couldn't see her, but he felt she was near. The fog seemed to swirl around him, thick and dense, when he tripped into something hard, cold and wet. An old marble statue of an angel, marking the grave of someone long departed, loomed just before him. He brought his hand to his head, felt the cut and the hot sticky blood that oozed from it. And it was in that moment he saw her.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. He didn't care what happened to him, he just wanted to please her. Whatever she wanted he would do. The woman uttered not a word. She just stood there, an ethereal figure, not quite within his grasp. Silently, she stepped forward, and with her eyes transfixed upon his, brought her hand up to his, and wiped at the blood on his head. And then she brought her fingers to her lips, and slowly, and seductively, licked and sucked his blood from each one. She smiled then, a wicked grin, and his cock surged at the sight. Leaning in closer, she raised up on her tip-toes, and licked at his cut, at the rivulet of crimson fluid that trailed from it. He couldn't move, and he choked on an intake of breath as her hot wet tongue laved his cool damp skin.

He felt as though he should run for his life, but his desire for her meant more to him than life. "I bought a black Corvette recently, but I think it really belongs to you." He handed her the keys.

"Please, take me for a ride?" He stood there. Spellbound. 

She stepped back then, and still didn't speak, but snatched the keys from his hand. Turning away from him, she effortlessly made her way down the drive towards the gate, and the waiting black Corvette. He followed, her willing victim, sure of his own doom, yet unable to resist her.

She slipped behind the wheel, her spike heeled shoe pressed down on the accelerator, and the engine roared. He stood rooted beside the passenger door, staring at her through the rain trickling down the window. Turning her head to the side, she stared back at him, and the door opened. He didn't remember reaching for the chrome handle as he sat next to her, breathing in the smell of her, and of leather. He loved that smell. He closed his eyes and breathed deeper, and then he held on tight as she peeled down the road.

As soon as he sat down in the passenger seat, the door closed of it's own accord, quickly, and locked. The way she drove the black Corvette showed that she had no fear of death, but why should she fear it? He glanced up to see the speedometer shoot past 100 m.p.h., and he watched as it continued to climb. Her stiletto heel pushing the accelerator to the floor, mesmerized him. She reached over and began to stroke the back of his neck, her ruby-red nails grazing his skin. 

He wondered if she knew where she was going. She didn't seem to notice the traffic lights or street signs as she flew past them. And then there were no more lights, or signs, or anything that looked familiar. All he saw was darkness and fog in the glow of the headlights in front of him. Her hand trailed slowly down his arm and came to rest upon his muscled thigh. She squeezed it. Hard. He was surprised by the strength in her feminine fingers. Tauntingly, she lightly grazed her long nails up and down his thigh, and without thinking at all he reached over.

His fingers easily slid down between her skin and panties, and into her dripping pussy. He leaned against her and nibbled her ear, then whispered, "Faster!" 

That he said this suprised him, because he was afraid. Even he had never gone so fast. It was as if her influence on him made him long for death. To be with her. He imagined her sucking the life out of him, and thrust his fingers inside her.

But she didn't go faster. Her foot slammed on the brakes, and the black Corvette spun. He closed his eyes again, his hand still inside her panties, as he waited for death to claim him. And when finally, the car came to a stop, she turned down a dirt road, lined on either side by large swaying trees. She lifted her hips up in the seat as she drove straight ahead, urging his fingers further inside her dripping hole.

He got the distinct impression that he was more in danger now than when they were careening along the highway. As she raised her hips, he plunged deep inside her, and it felt almost as if it was her cunt that was pulling his hand further inside. She was an enchantress, and he was powerless under her spell. Her ruby-red lips formed a sultry half smile as she drove down the dirt road, and then suddenly the Corvette came to an abrupt stop. She switched off the ignition and threw him the keys. With quick reflexes he caught them in his free hand. The fog was thicker and denser here in the middle of nowhere. The night even seemed to be darker. Her head tilted back against the black leather seat, long hair flowing over it, and she closed her eyes as his fingers foraged within her sleek folds.

He wasn't sure what to do next. Even in the dim light, her raven hair was so beautiful against the black leather seat. It almost seemed as if she were one with the Corvette. He could feel her excitement build, though her face showed nothing but that wicked half smile. He felt drawn to her lips. He needed to taste them.

She must have known what he was thinking though, as he gazed upon her mouth, her wet tongue peeked out to lick a full pouty bottom lip. She did it slowly and seductively, and he found himself imagining what it would feel like to have that tongue bathing his balls, to have those lips suck his cock inside her hot wet mouth. He thrust another finger inside her then, as he leaned over to taste those crimson lips.

And then her lithe body spasmed again and again. He slid his tongue deep into her mouth as soon as his lips met hers. Their kiss was endless, the embrace deep, and it was as if time stood still for that moment. Something sharp cut his tongue and he pulled away in a daze. Blood drizzled down his lip and at once she kissed it away. 

Without her speaking a word he knew she wanted him to drive. They exited the car at the same time, came around to the front and embraced. Her hand slid into his pants to tease his rampant erection. In his gut he knew that if he got back in the car with her he wouldn't leave it alive. It was already too late though, he didn't know how to escape from her. And he didn't want to.

Her fingers felt cool, wrapped around his long thick cock. It throbbed within her grasp as she slowly and methodically stroked him. He was amazed at how quickly she brought him to the edge, from just her hand pumping his cock, her long nails scratching his balls with every upstroke. He felt like a schoolboy with no control, fighting the urge to cum all over her hand, watching as his precum dripped onto her fingers. Somehow, she held him back from the edge, and she uttered one word, "Drive." 

The engine started with a roar and he threw it in gear. As the car screamed down the road, he knew that not only was she in control of him, she controlled the car as well. He watched in horror and ecstasy as the speedometer shot past 100 m.p.h. without hesitation once again. And it just kept climbing, higher and higher. He felt helpless as she willed his foot to the floor, as she gazed at him and smiled, revealing perfect pearl-white teeth, the canines looked sharp and pointed. Then she lowered her head, long raven tresses brushing his thighs as she took him inside her hot wet mouth.

And the moment her ruby lips enveloped the head of his cock, he didn't care about anything else. Her blood-red nails scored his skin as she swallowed him whole, his cock disappearing inside her mouth. She fucked him with her mouth, sensuously slow, and then stopping to tease him with long lucious licks from the base but not quite to the head. His balls were tight against his body, aching to release the sustenance within them. She cupped them in her hand and squeezed as her tongue traveled up to the head of his cock to lap up the precum that oozed from it. He could feel the veins in his cock pulsing against her tongue as she sucked him deep inside her.

An eerie fog hung over the road, he could barely make out the edge, much less tell where he was going. The whisps of fog had a hypnotic effect as they passed over the windshield, and combined with what she was doing to him, he fell deeper into a trance of ecstasy. The black Corvette howled down the road faster than he ever imagined it could go. At this speed, and in the fog, any curve, any turn, could result in their death. He was barely able, in his present state, to do little more than keep the car on the road. And there she was, her head over his lap, driving him closer to the end.

Suddenly, without his effort, his foot shifted to the brake. The car downshifted and negotiated a tight turn before it accelerated rapidly out of a curve. He couldn't believe he had managed to make that turn since he hadn't even see it coming! Any doubt as to who was really driving, who was in control, vanished. He looked down to see her smile up at him, her wicked little grin, just before she sucked him inside once more.

It was she who controlled the car, just as it was she who controlled his cock. He knew he wouldn't cum unless she willed it. Her sucking became harder, the cadence faster, and the only thing that mattered to him was the pent up explosion aching to be released. All thought stopped. He let go of the wheel and reached down, wrapping her long silky hair in his hands, pulling hard to keep her close to his aching cock. Her sharp teeth scraped along the sensitive skin of his turgid shaft, it jerked inside her mouth as hot cum began to pour down her waiting throat. She swallowed convulsively, greedily, as she quenched her thirst. She sucked even harder, siphoning every liquid drop from him, to appease her hunger. And once she had been sated, she was gone.

He looked down at his empty hands that held her hair just a second ago. He quickly looked up and through the windshield into the pitch black night. The misty fog cleared, and the headlights illuminated the slick asphalt as the black Corvette flew over it. Uncontrolled. He reached up to grasp the steering wheel, to take control once again, but it was too late. And then it was over.

The man layed there, afraid to open his eyes, afraid he would look upon hell. He thought he had to be dead. And then he thought he heard familiar noises, familiar whispers. Very slowly, he lifted his lids, opening his eyes, amazed at what he saw.

It must have been a dream! He sat up in his bed and looked around at the four walls of his own room, almost relieved. He grasped the sheets on his bed as he heard footsteps coming towards the door. It creaked open slowly, blood-red nails resting on the door frame as she entered. She didn't seem to even notice he was there, lying upon the bed, as she walked over to the window and opened the blinds. The light hurt his eyes. He lifted the covers and peeked beneath them, saw the marks, the congealed blood and seed that covered his flaccid cock. She turned from the window then and faced him, smiling her wicked smile, baring it all.

"Good morning, baby!" As she spoke the words she licked her lips slowly and seductively. Hungry once again.

Drive



Fiona smiled as she signed for the box. She wondered if the delivery driver had any idea what he was an accomplice to. As soon as she shut the door, she whipped out her pocket knife and opened the box. It contained only a note and a garage door opener. Had Victor sent her the wrong package? Where was the sexy outfit? She opened the note.

I expect you to wear what is in the box, which is nothing. You may arrive anytime between 7 and 9 pm. If you are uncomfortable walking from your car to the house, you may park in the garage. Text me a picture of your outfit when you leave, so I will know when to expect you.

Fiona realized this was a test. Victor had chosen a time close to sunset. If she picked the later time, her entire drive would be under cover of darkness. If she chose the earlier time she would be driving naked in full daylight. She wondered if the door opener was for her benefit or his. What would his neighbors think of a naked woman walking into his house? Fiona glanced at the clock. The early departure time was only 10 minutes away.

"Fuck it, " she said to an empty house. She pulled her T shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her bra followed, then her shorts, and finally her underwear. She laughed, thinking this would be the first time she arrived at Victor's without panties. Usually she left without them.

Fiona walked into the hallway and looked at herself in the full length mirror. She stretched her arms over her head, scanning her skin for anything that needed attending to before she left. Satisfied, she picked up her purse. As she walked to the door, she did a quick inventory, making certain she had all her essentials. At the last minute, she grabbed a wrap from the closet. It was for an emergency. She did not want to explain to a traffic cop why she was changing a flat tire naked.

Fiona pulled her phone out of her purse. The picture she sent Victor was taken in the hall mirror. It showed her from the waist up, looking over her shoulder. She turned just enough to show the curve of her breast. Fiona put on a pair of sunglasses and opened the door to the garage. In the privacy of her garage, Fiona strode naked to her car. She was glad she would not have to explain to her neighbor why she was leaving the house without clothes. She pressed the button on her garage remote. Sunlight flooded in as the garage door opened. She left Victor's opener in the box it had arrived in. She was sure he could explain her appearance to his neighbors. Fiona wondered is she was the first woman to walk up to his house nude.

Fiona pulled out of the garage and onto the street. The sun was still well above the horizon, and anyone making more than a passing glance at her would realize she was at least topless. She reached up and pressed the button to open the sunroof. Fiona felt the warm sun on her breasts. Traffic was thin, and she was hitting all green lights. She saw one driver do a double take has he passed her, but almost everyone was focused on something other than a naked woman out for a drive.

It was the last light before the freeway that caught her. She was in the left lane with a small car in front of her. To her right was a delivery truck, which shielded her from the people on the sidewalk. A pickup truck idled behind her. She wondered how much of her body was reflected in her mirrors. Fiona saw the driver in front of her adjusting his mirror. She wondered if he was trying to get a better look at her. He slowly turned around and looked at her. "Busted," she whispered to herself. Seconds later the light turned green, and she tapped her horn to redirect the driver's attention. He pulled ahead of the delivery truck, then slowed down to let Fiona pass him.

"Please don't cause a wreck," Fiona mumbled as she accelerated past him. She sat up straight and turned slightly towards him as she whizzed by. "Enjoy the view."

Fiona watched the car vanish in her rearview mirror as she pulled onto the highway. The drivers here were even more oblivious. She pulled alongside a semi and waved her arm out the sunroof. When she had the drivers attention, she pumped it up and down, trying to get him to honk the big truck's horn. He took a long look at her, smiled, and the horn blared. Fiona waved vigorously enough for her breast to shake as she accelerated away. She wondered if Victor intended for her to enjoy the drive over. There was a tense moment when she passed a parked police car. She wondered if she could be ticketed for driving without clothes. The police car did not pursue her, and her thoughts turned to what would happen when she arrived at Victor's house.

The exit that would take her to Victor's house appeared sooner than she expected. She navigated the neighborhood streets cautiously. The sun had set, giving her the cover of twilight as she pulled up in front of his house.

The front door was open, and a single candle burned on the threshold. Fiona casually stepped out of the car. She felt a slight breeze. The damp skin on her back and between her legs felt chilled. Nonchalantly she walked up to the front door. Fiona tapped on it and called out, "Hello. Naked hot chick here."

There was no response. She could see another candle on the floor, and she walked towards it. Another candle appeared, then another. The candles were black, making the flames appear to hover in the air. Fiona followed the trail out the back of the house and towards the pool. The shadow of the house made it darker on the deck. The only light was from the candles and a moon that occasionally came out from behind the clouds. At one end of the pool a stack of boulders formed a grotto, and Fiona could hear the water splashing over the big rocks. The last candle was in the grotto inside a glass globe on a low table. As she approached it, she realized there was a note under the candle. Fiona stepped into the pool and leaned over the note to read it. The water splashing over the rocks covered her skin with a fine mist. In the flickering candle light she could make out the words.

Hold Still

Fiona realized she was in the same position as the first night at Victor's house. Bent over table, only this time her hands were only restrained by words on a piece of paper. She felt something touch her back. Almost instantly she recognized it as the riding crop.

"How was the drive?" Victor asked. His approach had been masked by the sounds of the pool.

"More fun that I thought it would be. I'm pretty sure I gave a traffic camera operator a thrill."

"Oh really? I'm impressed," Victor replied, pressing the riding crop between her shoulder blades.

Fiona felt a shiver go down her spine as Victor pressed the crop into her flesh. The tip moved across her back and rubbed against the side of her breasts. Fiona's nipples grew stiffer as she felt the leather against her skin. She felt Victor's thighs against her ass. His skin was warm. Fiona wondered if he was naked. She slowly started to turn her head, but was stopped by the riding crop.

"What does the note say? " Victor asked.

Fiona turned her head back to stare at the candle. The water crashing down on the rocks covered her body with a fine mist, cooling her skin. It made Victor's touch seem quite hot by comparison. His hand cupped her left breast. Her nipple protruded between his fingers. Victor slowly pulled her back. Fiona felt his cock nestle up against her ass. She squeezed her cheeks together, reveling in the feeling of being naked with Victor. 

Victor ran the riding crop up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of her pussy. Fiona strained to hold still. She was certain with one quick move of her hips she could have Victor inside her. She looked down at the note. Hold Still. It was almost impossible.

"You're doing very well," Victor said as he began to rub the riding crop on her belly. Slowly he moved it closer and closer to her pussy. Fiona felt the muscles in her belly tighten with anticipation. When the tip slid across her clit she moaned loudly. Victor pinched her nipple in response, causing her to cry out.

"So you like that?" Victor asked.

"Oh yes. More please, lots more."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

Victor's hand squeezed her breast tightly, and he pressed his cock firmly against her ass. The riding crop slid over her clit and brushed against the swollen lips below. Victor slid the entire length of the riding crop across her hot, wet pussy. In return Fiona rocked her hips up and down, sliding against Victor's rock hard erection. For the first time, Fiona seriously considered letting someone fuck her in the ass. The idea had never really appealed to her, but she wanted to feel Victor some way, any way. Her mind was calculating the pros and cons, but her hips seem to have already decided what was going to happen next, rotating upward.

The riding crop swiftly moved to her backside, delivering a blow that stung just a bit. The noise of it echoed in Fiona's ears. Her skin felt warm where the blow landed.

"You need to hold still," Victor reminded her in a stern voice.

"Yes sir," she responded.

"Now hold this," Victor ordered, placing the crop between her teeth like a bridle bit. He moved away from her, placing both of his hands on her ass. His fingertip stretched towards her hips, and his thumbs ran down in between her buttocks. She felt like her pussy was absolutely gushing down her thighs.

Victor's tongue brushed against her swollen lips, and her knees almost buckled. He moved his hands so his thumbs were under her hips, supporting her weight. His oral assault on her continued with his lips wrapping around her clit. Her whole body felt electric. She could feel each drop of water that splashed onto her skin. She took her weight back, lifting herself off Victor's hands. He responded by cupping her breast in his hand again. This time his palm pressed her fully erect nipple back into her firm flesh.

She bit down onto the shaft of the riding crop. She could taste the leather, and something else. She fought to keep from dropping the riding crop. 

His other hand skimmed over her ass, his thumb pressed inside her aching vagina. Fiona cried out again, even louder than before. Her mind was sending the word MORE to her mouth, but all that came out through her clenched teeth was a scream of ecstasy. Victor's tongue lashed her clitoris over and over. She felt his thumb penetrate her, and the heel of his hand press against her wet, swollen lips. Her whole body shudder as the orgasm washed over her. She almost fell back on Victor. Fiona felt Victor stand behind her as her climax faded away.

"Turn around," he instructed, taking the riding crop from her mouth. 

She began to stand up, but Victor stopped her by putting the riding crop on her shoulder. "I did not say stand up, only turn around." Fiona slowly turned to face him, still bent at the waist Her eyes were level with his hips. The only hair on his body was a small tuft above his cock. The skin on his abdomen was heavily scarred. He put one hand on his penis and pressed it to her waiting mouth. She felt the smooth skin of his cock on her lips.

"Now get on your knees and take it."

Fiona put her left hand on his erection. She put her right hand between her legs, pressing her fingers into her drenched pussy. As she looked directly at Victor, she brought her right hand up and smeared his penis with her wetness. Slowly she began to stroke his dick with both hands. HIs skin was velvet smooth, sliding easily within her grip. Fiona lowered her head slightly. With just the tip of her tongue, she licked the swollen head of his cock.

"I'm not sure you know what 'Take it' means, " Victor said, putting his hand on the back of her head. He slowly pushed her head down onto his penis. Her tightly pursed lips slid over the head of his cock, stretching to accommodate his girth. When she had taken his entire length into her mouth and throat, he removed his hand. She pressed her tongue against his shaft and massaged him inside her mouth.

Fiona put her left hand between her legs. When it was as wet, she gently cupped his balls in the palm of her hand. She smeared her wetness all over him. Fiona moved her lips and hand up and down his rigid shaft. She felt the riding crop resting on her shoulder, waiting to correct her. Fiona heard Victor moan. She was happy that he was satisfied.

The moon came out from behind the clouds again. It illuminated the hillside behind the house, reminding Fiona that unlike the house, there were no privacy screen around the pool. She wondered if someone out in the darkness was watching them. Fiona pulled his cock down so that it was almost horizontal. As she moved her head and hand back and forth, she looked up at Victor. She could see him silhouetted against the night sky. He was watching her suck his dick with rapt attention.

"I want to come in your mouth and on your tits, just like the last time I watched you suck a cock, " he said calmly. Fiona released his balls, putting her hand on her breast and caressing it. It caught VIctor's attention, and he moaned with approval. She pinched her nipple and pulled on it. The dark pink skin grew taut as she stretched it out. 

Victor put his hand back on her head, holding her still as he thrust his hips forward. Each time the entire length of his penis slid through her lips and into her hand, then forward until she felt the head of his cock press on the back of her throat. Fiona tasted his pre-cum and felt his body go rigid. He stopped moving, holding himself on the edge of orgasm.

Fiona released her breast and moved her hand back between her legs. As Victor began to fuck her mouth again, she pressed two fingers past her lips. Her pussy clenched around the welcome intrusion. She pressed the heel of her hand against her clit, and wondered if Victor had noticed she was playing with herself. Fiona glanced up. Victor's eyes were closed. He was focused on what it felt like to be inside her mouth.

He stopped again, this time with his cock only in her hand. She glanced down, and could see that a few drops of cum were leaking out. Fiona knew he was not going to last much longer. Slowly he thrust forward. As he entered her mouth she swirled her tongue around him. Holding the tip of his cock in her mouth, she stroked her hand up and down the shaft. She felt him start to quiver, then he released a flood into her mouth.

Fiona let the first load fill her mouth, then she pulled her head back and pressed the purplish head of his cock against the dark pink flesh of her nipple. The second stream sprayed out, coating her left breast with hot, sticky liquid. Fiona laid his cock on top of her right breast and stroked it, milking the last load onto her skin.

Finally she guided his cock between her tits. Fiona pressed her breasts together, using her interlaced fingers to push his penis into her cleavage.

"Please fuck my tits. I want to feel your cock, " she whimpered. Victor complied with her request, thrusting his hips forward. His penis slipped easily between the firm globes of flesh, and he continued until his erection faded.

Fiona stood up and faced Victor. She cupped her breasts in her hands. One at a time she pulled them to her mouth, slurping his cum off her skin. Victor watched her, seemingly without blinking. She finished by pinching her nipple between her teeth, then releasing it.

"Your homework," Victor began, "is to give an oral report of tonight's activities to Frank. I think you should do this as soon as possible. I don't want you to forget any details."

"Does that mean we are done for tonight?" Fiona asked.

"Yes Fiona, that is all for tonight. You did very well. I like your creativity, even if it is at the expense of immediate compliance."

Fiona stepped out of the pool, and followed the trail of candles back to the front door. As she walked down to her car, she felt the breeze. Her wet skin was chilled everywhere except between her legs.

She started the car, but only drove a block. She pulled up in front of a dark house and picked up her phone.

"Hi Frank. I'm supposed to tell you what I have been doing," she started.

"Okay, " Frank replied.

Fiona's free hand found its way between her legs. Moonlight and cool evening air flowed in through the open sunroof. She rested her hand on her thigh as she began to talk.

"Victor asked me to drive to his house without any clothes on."

"You without clothes is a wonderful thing. Are you still naked?"

"Yes, are you?"

"I am about to be."

"Don't you dare touch your cock, that is for me to take care of when I get back," Fiona said sternly.

"What happened when you arrived at his house?"

"I walked through the house to the pool, but did not see anyone. As I was standing in the shallow end of the pool, Victor appeared behind me. He pressed his naked body against mine, and put his hands all over me." 

Fiona's fingers began to press against her pussy. She set the phone to hands-free and put her other hand on her breast. She could feel her nipple growing against her palm. She closed her eyes to recall what happened next.

"He put his cock up against my ass. Having his hands on my tits and his cock up against me really turned me on. For a minute I thought he was going to fuck me in the ass."

"Really, what happened next? " Frank asked enthusiastically.

"I think you like the idea of me taking it in the ass. I didn't think you wanted that."

"I think anyone that has seen your ass wants to. Even your girlfriend at the gym wants to fuck you in the ass. Now tell me what happened next."

"Then he went down on me. His mouth was between my legs, licking and sucking on me. It felt so good my legs almost could not hold me up. He did that until I came," Fiona said as she pressed her thumb against her clit. She let out a low moan as she felt an orgasm building. Even as she told him about Victor licking her pussy, she was thinking about Frank's cock slipping inside her ass. 

"Fiona, are you playing with yourself?"

"Of course."

"But I can't?"

"I assure you I will have plenty of orgasm left for you when I get home. I don't think you can say the same." she scolded.

"That is so unfair," Frank lamented.

"Then I got on my knees and put his dick in my mouth. I sucked his cock until he came all over me. He came in my mouth and on my tits. After he came, he tit fucked me until he was done."

"Is that all?" Frank asked.

"No, when he was done he watched me lick his come off my tits. I think he really liked that."

"I really like that, and I wasn't even there."

"Do you want me to do that for you? Would you like to watch me lick my own tits?"

"Saying it like that is making it very difficult for me not to have an orgasm. Just thinking about that is enough to push a guy over the edge."

"I will make it worth your while to wait. I want you to fuck me in the ass when I get home. You have about an hour to get ready," Fiona said, her voice dropping off to a moan as her orgasm swept over her. 

"I will be there. See you soon," Frank replied, his voice full of eager anticipation.

"See you soon, " she said, hanging up the phone. She started the car and put it into gear. Just before pulling back onto the road she hesitated. She had just requested that Frank do something that would have been unimaginable six months earlier. Fiona recalled that moment at Victor's when she thought he was going to thrust his cock into her ass. She wondered what caused her to feel desire instead of shock and dismay. Whatever it was, she expected Frank would be ready for it when she got home. Fiona grinned to herself. She doubted Victor realized how quickly she would head down the path he had set her on.

As she pulled onto the expressway she rolled down all the windows and let the cool night air wash over her naked body. Her speed increased to right on the edge of what would get her pulled over. Fiona was no longer concerned about explaining to the police why she was naked. In the end, her reason finally regained a bit of control, and convinced her desire that getting pulled over would mean delaying time until she could be with Frank.



Drive



Out of the night, the woman's pale skin flickered in Julia's headlights before she had time to stop. She hit the brakes, gravel crunching underneath her wheels. The hatchback's beams lit the road ahead, pitch dark shadows folding between the tree trunks on either side. Wild, bushy grasses merged with the rough road surface.

"The hell!?" said Julia. She turned her head to peer through the rear window. Beyond the dull red glow of the car's tail: nothing, but darkness. Clouds obscured the stars. A summer night breeze made the sound of trees carry through the slight opening in her driver's window.

Julia licked her lips, her eyes narrowing. Her right hand ran through her fine, shoulder length blonde hair. She opened her eyes wide and blinked rapidly, then gave her head a shake.

"Fucking imagination."

She turned back to her wheel. Deep breath in . . . and out. The car's digital clock showed three in the morning in glowing green numerals on the dash.

"Should have had more coffee," she lifted her foot up, letting the car move into drive, "not much long . . . AH!!"

Hit the brakes.

She could see the naked woman in her rear mirror, the dark outline of the woman's smooth curves slowly drifting into sight, before disappearing back into shadow. Julia felt a primal desire to slam the gas, but ignored it.

Her car door clicked as Julia stepped out, her sturdy leather hiking boots crunching as she stood up to peer over the car roof. The tang of pine hung on the night breeze. A nude silhouette stood on the other side of the car just next to the rear lights.

"Are you alright?" Julia said. Her voice sounded higher-pitched than she'd have liked. The woman seemed to shiver in response, but the whispering leaves veiled the woman's words.

Julia tried again, "Did you say 'yes'? . . . um," the silhouette stayed perfectly still, "was that a 'yes', yeah?"

"Yesss," said a soft voice. It sounded small and confused, the final syllable sliding into a moan that made Julia's pussy embarrassingly warm. She could feel her cheeks burn. Thank goodness for the darkness. The cloth of her tee stuck to Julia's skin and her comfortable denims felt too tight.

She swallowed, "Ma'am, I hate to ask, but why are you naked?" Julia had a sudden vision of a drunken co-ed camping trip gone horribly wrong.

"Goddess . . . keeps me this way. Ohh!"

The last half-gasp-half-sob came as if the woman had been startled by the realization, but in a good way. A very, very good way. Julia recognized it as the exact sound she made herself when Mark started fucking her just right.

*Useless, cheating bastard.* No time for that right now.

Julia walked around the side of the car, keeping her left hand in contact with the roof. She could see the woman's beautiful round breasts, red in the glow from the rear lights, hard nipples pointing like bullets.

"Goddess??" Julia made her voice as gentle as she could, "Ma'am, . . . can I ask please if you've been taking drugs tonight?"

The woman swayed close; those oh-so-very hard nipples nearly brushing up against Julia's own high breasts through the cloth of her tee. Wide eyes stared right-through Julia, glazed in some sort of fugue state, pupils hugely dilated. Julia could see the woman's short dark hair had been slicked down tight against her skull.

"Yesss . . . She . . . ," The woman's hand rose slowly to hover beside Julia's cheek, fingers gently fluttering. Julia took a careful step back. The woman seemed to have lost the thread of her thought for a moment, then her head tilted back, "Musst obey Herrr . . . . Help. Please."

Julia's elegant eyebrows knit, "Help? Have you been . . .?"

Julia bit her lip. Her thoughts seemed confused suddenly, a new scent disrupting them, insinuating itself underneath the pine. The scent reminded her of . . . Julia leaned into the woman, her nostrils flaring.

*Can't place it.*

The girl's finger touched Julia's cheek, stroking a trace of cold, wet oil across it. Unexpected sparks flared deep between Julia's thighs.

"Obey . . . Her," whispered the girl, "Ohhh, help."

Julia closed her eyes for a moment, the flame licking between her thighs as she inhaled. Then she remembered herself, twisting away, "Don't!" Her gorgeous, naked, new friend stayed still.

Julia touched her own cheek, her fingers rubbing against the sweet-smelling oil smeared there. Her skin tingled down the line of her jaw, down the slopes of her chest, to the hard tips of her breasts, then all the way down, down, down to her trickling pussy.

"What?" Julia licked her lips, bringing a pair of oil-coated fingertips in front of them out of reflex curiosity, "What is this stuff?"

Her tongue slid out on a mission all of its own, its tip playing across the slick pads of Julia's fingers. The heat blossomed up into her mind.

Julia tried to think. Tried to think of the cabin up ahead, of writing, of publishing deadlines, of driving, of . . . of . . . . Fucking.

Flesh slapping on flesh. Licking sweat from her lover's skin. Opening to him. On her knees, straddling him, riding his cock like a slut. Opening to . . . her. Binding her, bending her into submission. Surrendering to control. Licking her. Sucking on her flesh. Sucking her diamond nipples. Her cunt tasting sooo good. Her clit so swollen and stiff, sucking it into her mouth, moving her tongue around it.

"Please . . . help." The little, lost voice shredded the dream. Julia gasped, pulling her fingers from out of her mouth. She fought the urge to push them back in and keep sucking the delicious oil from them.

"Of course," Julia's breath came in harsh gulps, her chest rising and falling heavily beneath her tee, "let's get you in the car." A wave of tenderness for the nude girl rolled through Julia.

She reached out and ran her hand through the slick hair on her lover's head. *I'm not gay. . . . Oh, Julia, stop being a liar.* Julia mumbled as she leaned in, "Something's so wron . . . ."

The girl's lips felt soft beneath Julia's, her open mouth warm. Her tongue wrestled back against Julia's own stabbing tongue.

Julia couldn't stand it. Couldn't permit her slut to act like that. She pulled the slut's hair back hard, using both hands, sweet oil oozing from it to run between Julia's fingers and trickle onto her wrists.

"You're mine," she laughed, getting drunk on the feeling, "Mine now."

Julia bent the girl back, arching her against the car boot, Julia's denim thigh rising to press hard against her slut-lover's mound. Her little whore, mewling, rubbed back with her hips, mouth parted, panting as she ground downwards, "Yess . . . Obey."

Her whore-lover came hard, pelvis jerking violently on Julia's upraised leg, thighs clenching.

Julia needed more. She needed her own cum and she knew just how she wanted to get it. Julia stepped back and fumbled with her leather belt, unsnapping her jeans. Her pussy sang hosannas in anticipation.

"Yeah. Obey me," said Julia. Julia's whore lay against the boot of the car, sprawling invitingly back against the gently sloping rear window. Big, soft breasts rose and fell as the shameless little slut reached a hand to play with her dripping cunt; watching with hooded eyes as Julia's jeans were stripped down, cotton panties lowered.

"Goddesss . . . coming."

The night air felt good on Julia's own hot little cunt. Her own perky tits. Her own lush, fuckable ass. She wanted to get them all out in the open for her slave to worship. Some part of Julia tried to tell her she'd gone crazy. However, the only part Julia wanted to listen to said that making her slave eat her out . . . might just be the sanest idea Julia'd ever had.

"Yeah, I'm your Goddess, and you're gonna make me cum."

Julia started giggling. She convulsed, hands on her bare knees, looking at her slave's shapely calves.

A cold finger traced down Julia's spine.

Julia hadn't noticed that the slave wore trainers. And just above the trainer on the slave's left foot, on the ankle, a black bracelet had been fixed. A red electronic flash winked on a tiny box on the side of the bracelet. The heat still stayed, but a knife cut through the steamy fog in Julia's brain. "What's that?" said Julia.

"Goddess is coming," said the slave.

Julia stood up. Through the night, she imagined the sound of approaching vehicles, their wheels turning in the gravel of the forest road. "Oh, shit!"

Julia yanked her panties and jeans back up. She didn't bother buckling the belt. She could definitely hear vehicles coming now for real. And Julia knew, with animal insight, that whoever put the tag on the slave's - no, the woman's - ankle, came in them.

The woman sighed, and slid to her knees in the gravel, "Obey Goddess."

Julia hated that she wanted to drop her panties again and finish what she'd just started. She grabbed the woman under the shoulder, dragging her upright, "Get in the car!"

The woman didn't resist. Julia grabbed a rear door and bundled her companion into the back seat. She slammed it shut and then jumped into the driver's seat. The car whined in protest at the key.

"Omigod! Not now!"

The engine started the second time. Julia risked a glance back between the seats. The woman lay arching on her back, one hand flexing gently between her spread thighs, the other dipping wet fingers between her lips. Her eyes were closed and her moan made Julia want to clamber back and join in. Headlights appeared in the rear window. With a half-shriek, Julia floored it.

The car jerked forward, the gravel crackling underneath the wheels as Julia guided it into the center of the road. A glance in the rear mirror told her that she had one pursuer in a car immediately on her tail, while behind it loomed an ominous black van.

"Oh, shit-shit."

Trees flashed past. Cold spikes running down Julia's spine as she realized she couldn't possibly risk a car chase up a gravel road in the middle of the night. She slowed slightly, moving hand over hand on the wheel as the road curved abruptly upwards. Her beams showed a fork ahead. Right or left? She blanked.

Left.

Seconds later, Julia knew she'd gone the wrong way, the road would continue to climb upwards to dead-end where she knew the cabin lay. The car behind her followed at a watchful distance, the van a little farther back. A shuddering moan emanated from the backseat as the naked girl started to cum, "Goddess . . . ."

Julia kept her left hand on the steering wheel, trying to veer away from the wild bushes on either side of the road while her right hand scrabbled in her bag on the passenger seat. She could feel papers, and her draft manuscript and the hard case of her laptop.

"Where is it!?"

Julia's hand found her cellphone. She yanked it out and grabbed the wheel with her fingers, squealing as the car started to run into the bushes. Branches scratched the paint work and the whole frame shook on the rough ground. She wrenched the wheel. It got back on the road.

The chasers had closed. Julia brought the cellphone to her ear and desperately hit speed-dial with her thumb. It picked up.

"Hello?" said a deep male voice.

Fuck, of course, it had to be Mark's number.

"Mark! I'm in trouble!"

"Yeah, babe? You, uh, . . . sound tense?"

"Mark! People are following me!"

"Uh-huh." He sounded distracted. "You miss me, babe?"

"What!? I'm being chased by some peop-EEK!!" Julia gripped the wheel and swerved around a corner, gravel flying in the air as she turned. She got the cellphone back up to her ear again as the hill rose sharply straight ahead.

"God, that's . . . great," said Mark in the distance. He sounded like he'd taken the phone from his ear.

"Mark!! I'm serious, I -" Julia thought she heard a giggle in the background. A female giggle. "Oh, you fuck! You're fucking the bitch right now, aren't you!"

She thought she heard Mark speaking, but it didn't matter as blind rage brought the cell down on the dash. And the car spun off the road.

Julia jammed her foot down on the brake, but the rear of the car twisted into the bushes. Branches cracked and leaves smacked off the body. It thumped to a cold stop, jerking Julia forward onto the wheel and knocking the wind out of her. She had a quiet moment of mental clarity noting that she should have put on her seat-belt.

Julia turned and wheezed, "Oh, god, are you okay?"

The woman had been thrown onto the floor behind the front seats. She raised her head and smiled dreamily at Julia, "Yesss."

The girl pulled back up on the seat and spread her legs wide, bringing her hands up between her thighs. Julia hastily faced forward. The pursuing car had pulled a little in front, trying to block her access back to the road. The van came up behind it and parked, its headlights shining into Julia's eyes. Julia tried the ignition, the wheels spun, the rear of the car sank. A woman got out of the car on the road.

The voice from the backseat husked, "Goddess comes."

"We'll see about that," said Julia. She opened her door, jamming it through the bush branches, and struggled out onto the patch of scrub grass and mud beside the road. Two figures got out of the van, its lights still blinding Julia. Julia dropped into what she hoped looked like a fight stance, hoping her over-priced gym membership might finally pay off. She shouted, "Stay back or you'll regret it!"

The woman from the car came closer; Julia's breath sucked in.

*Omigod, she's beautiful.*

Long, braided strands of raven hair fell down over the woman's shoulders, framing delicate Asian features. She had a white silk shirt, unbuttoned enough for Julia to see the mid-strip of a black lacy bra. It took a physical effort for Julia to tear her eyes away from the lush, olive-skinned valley framed by the lace cups. Julia looked up into the beautiful Asian's deep, dark eyes and drowned.

The woman stopped, careful to keep out of kicking range. Although Julia had pretty much abandoned that idea. She looked Julia up and down, eyes wide.

"Wow."

Julia flushed. *Wow?* She tried to think of something to say. Something ferocious, but non-provocative.

"Is that a capoiera stance? It is, isn't it?" said the woman. She had a musical voice, but with a whisper of smoke in it that made Julia's skin tingle.

"Uh, yeah," said Julia. She frowned as hard as she could, "Don't come near or I'll-"

"I'd love to play with you some time," smiled the woman, dimples popping in her cheeks. "My name is Lin and the young lady . . . ," she leaned to one side and peered towards Julia's car in the bushes, " . . . masturbating in your backseat is my client. I'd like to give her a check to see if she's alright and then take her back to her guest rooms safely."

Lin wore tight leather pants tied with red laces up the sides, but had the same sturdy kind of leather hiking boots on as Julia. It made Julia feel absurdly warm to discover that they had that in common. Lin seemed so nice and so . . . okay, incredibly sexy. Julia straightened, this conversation had not taken the direction she anticipated, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm her mind controller," said Lin, still smiling. "You've probably heard her talking about 'Goddess'- that would be me."

Julia's sense of relief evaporated, "Stay back!"

She took a step backwards and tried to not look at Lin's eyes. Unfortunately, that meant she had to look at Lin's breasts instead, and they didn't seem any less mesmeric. Julia settled on staring at the hollow of Lin's elegant neck, suppressing a desire to run her tongue across it.

Lin laughed gently, "If I wanted to hypnotize you, I'd hardly announce myself like that. I'm just being honest. The young lady is called Helena, she paid for a custom mind control fantasy provided by myself and my associates." Lin indicated two other women now flanking her.

"This is Mike." Mike might have been the biggest, broadest woman Julia had ever seen. With a tight buzzcut, Mike wore biker leathers from head to toe, enormous black gloves on each fist. Mike nodded her head at Julia, "Please ta meet ya."

"And her girl, Tina." Tina had page-boy blonde hair, flannel shirt and jeans, and an impish smile to go with her slender frame. She held up a large camera for Julia to see, "Do you mind if I take a few pictures? Helena wanted some shots of herself as a thrall."

Julia put her hand on her forehead. Mike looked like she could snap her in two, so Julia didn't see that she had much choice.

"Okay," said Julia. The fact she'd been so fixated on Lin gave her a chill.

Tina surged past to stand in front of the car bonnet, camera flashing furiously to memorialize Helena, glazed-eyed and drooling, legs spread wide on top of Julia's seats.

"Let me take a look at the back of the car," said Mike, and started crashing through the bushes.

That left Julia standing next to Lin.

"Thanks so much, for caring such a great deal about Helena," said Lin. She gave Julia's bare arm a quick squeeze just below the tee, the warmth of her fingers lingering there.

"We didn't imagine anybody would be on this road at this time of night, . . . you see Helena wanted an escape-and-capture fantasy. You know: 'helpless thrall tries to flee the clutches of her insidious lesbian mind controller, but doesn't quite manage it.' That sort of thing. . . . You made it a bit more realistic than we intended."

A wave of exhaustion passed through Julia, she closed her eyes, head drooping. She rubbed her temples. "Yeah, okay, . . . I guess. . . . I was heading to the cabin up the road to work on my book. I'd found my boyf-." She stopped herself. "Ex-boyfriend. Cheating on me with a bitch from his office. We had a bad row."

"Well, he's a complete idiot then," said Lin. The feeling in her voice made Julia look up and smile.

"Thanks, I don't know why I told you that," said Julia.

"People always tell me everything," said Lin. Butterflies fluttered in a little dance inside Julia's stomach.

"Can I speak to Helena?" said Julia.

"Sure," said Lin. "Mike! How's it look!?"

Mike shouted from behind Julia's car boot, "Just needs a push! Should be fine! Ask her to start the car!"

"Oh, what's your name, please? You didn't say?" said Lin, as they walked over to the driver's side of the car.

"Julia. Julia Knight."

Lin frowned slightly, then her mouth dropped open, "The novelist!?" She clutched Julia's arm.

"Yeah," said Julia. She grinned, feeling her cheeks blush with pride.

"Mike?" said Lin, "Remember that book I gave you with the dinner party scene? Julia wrote it!"

Mike's head appeared from behind the car, "Awesome! That was some seriously kinky shizznit!"

Julia's cheeks burned for a completely new set of reasons. "The reviewer for the Times called it 'an unflinching and unashamed exploration of female sexuality,'" said Julia.

"Ya," nodded Mike, amiably, "Seriously kinky shizznit!" She bent back down to push.

Julia opted to get the car started, rather than debate the point. She tried to ignore Helena's moaning behind her head. The car moved surprisingly easily out of the bushes and Julia turned it to park on the rough kerb beside Lin's car and the van. She got out and opened the rear door.

"Uh," said Julia. Helena lay on her side, one knee raised, the fingers of her left hand playing with her clit, while the right hand pinched her nipples. The girl's head tilted back against the seat, eyes closed in ecstasy. Tina's camera flashed over Julia's shoulder to record the moment for posterity.

"Helena, fembot code: red," said Lin, leaning in the door. Helena blinked as if startled, and then shot up in the seat.

"Holy crap!" said Helena, she had a naturally breathy, girly voice, like a silver screen star of old. "That was definitely worth the price of admission." She put her palms down on the shoulders of the front seat, closed her eyes and breathed in through her nostrils. "It's like a crazy wet dream in my brain I got from somebodyelse." She turned her head towards the door and her eyes narrowed, "You!"




Drive



Julia stepped back as Helena scrabbled up out of the car. The girl's arms went around Julia's neck, her tongue seeking the back of Julia's throat before anybody could stop her. The scent of the oil flooded back through Julia's body. Julia kissed back, kneading Helena's ass, opening her thighs for Helena's leg to press against her pussy. Helena broke the kiss. Julia gasped, wanting more.

"God, that was hot sex!" said Helena, her tongue ran around her lips. "I want more of her, Lin!"

"Helena, fembot code: green," said Lin. Helena's arms dropped from Julia's neck to her side, eyes glazing. She knelt in the gravel before Lin, opening her palms in supplication, "Goddess."

Julia panted, recovering. Lin bit her lip. Tina raised her camera, then lowered it.

Mike broke the moment by slapping Julia on the back, "Ya fucked Helena! Nice-sssss."

"Your mind control oil," mumbled Julia, she looked at Lin, "it made me act gay."

Lin pursed her lips, "The oil is an aphrodisiac, it's very intoxicating if you're not used to it, but it heightens sexuality, it doesn't change it."

Julia tried to process that information.

"I'm going to get the thrall in the van," said Tina, and carefully drew Helena up to her feet.

"Wait," said Julia. "I can't let you just take her . . . . I'm sorry, but this is-."

"Drive back with us," said Lin, she touched Julia's elbow. "I love your books, Tina can drive the van, Mike can take my car and I'll go with you. We can talk."

*Oh, no, that's a bad idea.*

Lin tucked a slender raven braid behind her left ear, and her dimples popped again.

"Okay," said Julia. The scent of the aphrodisiac oil still clung in the air.

"Ya know, Lin and I re-created yar dinner party scene with a couple of co-eds she hypno'ed," said Mike, cheerfully.

Lin's eyes popped at the big woman, her teeth grinding, "Not. Helpful. Mike." She smiled at Julia, "I'm sorry, just Mike's sense of humor at work. . . . C'mon everybody, let's get out of here!"

Julia struggled to think. "I think I'm not safe to drive," she said.

Lin's hand stroked the small of Julia's back, fingers making little, intensely hot circles through the cloth of Julia's tee.

"We'll be fine, you drive, I'll keep you awake," said Lin. The smoke in Lin's voice curled in the night air.

Julia nodded, "Alright." They got in the car and waited while first the van, and then Lin's car, reversed and headed out.

"Seat-belts on," said Lin, pulling the strap across her lovely chest. The black strap looked almost sexual, the way it divided the curves of her breasts.

"Yeah," said Julia. She stopped staring and buckled up. "Sorry, should have thought."

"Don't worry," said Lin, her voice made delicate nails tease along Julia's spine. "Just listen to me, I'll keep you awake. Ready to start the engine and pull out?"

"Yes," said Julia. It seemed easier to just let Lin tell her what to do in that delicious smokey voice. When had Lin begun to sound like that? Something in the back of her mind tried to prod at her about a bad idea, but then Lin spoke again.

"Start the ignition and put her into drive, Julia. I'll keep you awake, just listen to my voice, and keep your eyes open wide, try to keep aware of the things around you. I'll keep you awake, okay?"

"Yes," said Julia. *Bad idea.* She really couldn't think what it might be. Julia did what Lin said. The car trundled back down the road.

"Take it slow," said Lin, her warm voice stroking the back of Julia's neck. "Slow and steady, driving around here at this time of night you need to stay aware, you need to stay awake. I'm glad I'm here to help you."

"Yes," agreed Julia. She thought she could enjoy listening to Lin recite the phone book. *God, she's got a sexy voice.* She started to turn her head, wanting to give Lin a quick glance.

"Keep looking front, Julia." Julia flushed, embarrassed to have risked taking her eyes off the road.

"You have to stay awake and aware. Aware of the road, aware of the trees, aware of the speed. So aware of everything. So awake. It's such a good thing I'm here isn't? I think it would be difficult for you to do it without me."

"Yes," agreed Julia. She squirmed her hips a little in her seat, the delicious prickling heat in her pussy made her want to squeeze her thighs together. Julia hoped Lin didn't notice her distraction - she needed to show Lin she could do this. Julia focused on the road ahead, the trees rolling past on either side, highlighted in her beams.

"It's such a very good thing, I'm here. My voice can tell you all the things you need to be aware of. The sound of the gravel beneath the wheels, the light on the stones ahead, the grip of your hands against the wheel, the gentle vibration of your seat. You're so aware of all of them now because I told you, isn't that right?"

"Yes," agreed Julia. She ran her tongue across her lips, her mouth parted. She felt so grateful to Lin for helping. Her senses felt super-charged, her eyes so wide on the road; her nostrils drinking in the sweet smell of the oil still clinging to her skin; her pert breasts so hot under the cloth of her tee. Her ears so open to Lin's voice.

"I know you're so aware now, Julia. I'm so proud. You're so awake, you're so aware because of my voice. Listening to it and doing what I tell you, so well. Because you know that you need to do it, you need to do whatever I tell you, because I'm the one who is keeping you so safe and awake, aren't I?"

"Yes," agreed Julia. A soft moan started at the back of her throat, she tried to stifle it, but it escaped. Julia shivered. So aware of her thick pink nipples pressing hard up through the cloth of her tee, of the musk of her pussy mingling with the scent of the oil. So ashamed that Lin might start to sense her arousal. So excited that Lin would.

"I'm the one who is keeping you so safe, you know you can trust me. You trust me to keep you safe. And you know that whatever my voice tells you will be so good for you, so safe, will make you so wonderfully aware. Obeying my voice makes you feel so good, doesn't it?"

"Yes," agreed Julia. She didn't try to stifle the high-pitched, needy whine that rose out of her chest. Instead, she used it to let Lin know just how very much she wanted to obey Lin's beautiful, sexy, smokey voice.

"Obeying my voice is making your pussy wet. Obeying my voice is making those gorgeous nipples stand up so hard beneath that tee. Obeying my voice makes every one of your senses sing. And you want that so badly, you want to tell me that so badly, because then I'll know to tell you more things to do. And you'll obey all of them, won't you?"

"Yes, I'll obey all of them," agreed Julia. She could feel her thoughts bending, opening themselves to Lin; loving it.

"I know it felt so good for you just to say that. And you know I want to make you feel so good. Here's a little thing that will make you feel even better. Call me: 'Mistress'," said Lin.

"Mistress," said Julia, the new name rolled off her lips, her tongue licking out to savor the taste. She clenched her thighs together, her jeans dark and slick with the juices running from her pussy.

"Good," said Mistress. The red rear lights of a parked car shone a little way ahead on the left of the road. Julia saw a big figure in biker leathers pulling bushes back to open an entrance to a mud off-road. Mistress commanded, "Turn off here."

"Yes, Mistress," Julia mewled to let Mistress know how much she liked saying that. She carefully turned the car into the off-road, recognizing Mike out of the corner of her eye before the dark, muddy road swallowed her focus.

The car splashed and jolted through several sets of shallow puddles, following the wheel tracks winding between the trees. The trees thinned and cleared to let the car emerge into a flat, wide clearing. Julia saw the back of the van appear in her headlights, parked beside the wooden door of what looked like it might be the back of a large farmhouse.

"Park beside the van," said Mistress. Julia loved hearing the throaty promise of pleasure hiding inside that voice. She stopped the car and waited for Mistress to tell what to do next.

Mistress spoke, a hint of pride in her voice, "The house isn't much to look at now, Mike and I bought it semi-derelict, but we're working on that. You'll see it better in the day. I'm going to fill it with lots of gorgeous, melting girlflesh just like you."

Mistress leaned in, lips pressing against Julia's ear, hot breath turning Julia's mind into a puddle. "Are you ready to be my good, little slave now, Julia?"

Julia shut her eyes and arched up against the fingernails tracing circles on her nipples through the thin cloth of the tee, "Yes, Mistress. Oh, yesss, Mistress."

"Get out of the car, slave. And drop your jeans, I'm dying to find out if my guess is right."

Julia nearly fell out of her seat in eagerness. Her jeans hit the tops of her boots and she stood up straight beside the open door, lit from behind by the interior light of the car. The warm night air kissed the tops of her bare thighs. She juiced with anticipation of Mistress's inspection. Behind her, Julia heard another car driving up and stopping.

Mistress appeared in Julia's vision, her dark Asian eyes glowing, long, raven braids swaying as she leaned in. Mistress tucked her left hand under her right elbow, bringing her right palm under her chin, tapping her cheek with her index finger in theatrical consideration. Julia tensed for judgment.

"Yup," said Mistress. "Sensible white cotton. Damn I'm good."

Julia wanted to die. She'd buy latex panties and slutty thongs and crotchless knickers and . . . .

"I love sensible girls," said Mistress. She mou'ed a little kiss at Julia.

Julia would buy sensible white cotton panties in bulk. Crates of them. They'd need to order lorries to carry them all.

"You know why?" Mistress lowered her right hand, slowly, oh-so-slowly, and let it slip between Julia's thighs. Cupping her mound. Squeezing Julia's molten cunt with exquisite care through the soaking cotton. Julia's breath rasped like fire in her throat, eyes squeezed shut as she pressed her liquefied cuntflesh against Mistress's divine touch. "It's so delicious unwrapping the bad girl inside."

"I knew ya'd trance her! Ya're soooo predictable, Lin."

The divine hand retracted as if scalded. Julia yelped at the loss, feeling the sudden absence of Her touch like a physical blow.

"Kinda busy here, Mike!" Her dark eyes flashed, a muscle twitching on Her cheek.

"Lin, why don't ya try talking to her? Ya know this is why ya have a hard time having relationships with girls."

Divinity blinked, Her mouth opening, full lips working in outrage. Mistress - no, Julia's Goddess - raised a finger in front of Julia's face, "You - stay right where you are." Goddess disappeared behind Julia's back.

"That's great, Mike! That's really great! My best friend demonizing my sexuality! And what the hell were you doing telling her about those co-eds!? I don't need you judging me."

"Don't be such a drama queen, Lin. The girl is really into ya, if ya weren't the mind controller with no gaydar ya might have noticed that. Did ya not notice she fucked Three? Well, she was looking at ya like a fat kid in a pie factory."

"I! - Hold on," said Goddess. She manifested once again before Julia.

Julia breathed out, heart leaping, "Goddess."

Goddess's fine eyebrows shot up, "Wow, that didn't take long."

"Told ya."

Goddess glanced back over Julia's shoulder, "Shut up, Mike."

She looked in Julia's eyes, "Forget everything you just heard us talking about and don't listen in to what we're about to say. Stay right here."

Goddess disappeared again, leaving Julia wallowing in lonely misery, jeans around her ankles. Voices echoed in her ears, but she didn't listen in.

After some time, Goddess re-appeared. She had her arms folded and a sour look on her face. Julia wanted to turn Her frown upside down more than anything she ever wanted before.

"So," said Goddess, running her tongue underneath her top lip, "This is going to be a little different."

She rolled Her eyes, glancing briefly behind Julia, sighed, pouted, shook Her beautiful head. And then started talking.

* * *

Julia felt so aware, so awake, as she rolled the car up beside the van, parking in front of what looked like it might be the back of a large farmhouse.

"And now, relax," said Lin.

Julia felt the world shift, the colors dimming, a weariness returning to her limbs. She turned to Lin, who smiled at her, cheeks dimpling in a way that made Julia terribly conscious of just how turned on she'd become.

*God, I'm so wet. My panties must be see-through.*

"How did you like your trance?" said Lin.

"That!? Wha!? . . . You tranced me!? Why would you do that?" said Julia, she tried not to splutter. *That felt incredible.* She glanced at the dashboard clock. Wow, where did the time go?

"To keep you awake and help you get here safely," said Lin, she pointed out the window of the car. "I hope you don't mind . . . I just like to be helpful." Lin opened her hands palm up to Julia.

Julia tried not to think what it would be like to have those hands running across her body. She shook her head, "It's okay. I guess . . . I guess you're not really what I expected from a mind controller."

"Oh?" said Lin, she cocked her head to one side. The pink tip of her tongue flirted between her teeth for a second, "What did you expect?"

"Well," said Julia, flushing, "Deception, lies, trying to sneak up on me and take over my mind, that's what everybody says . . . ."

Lin's eyes furrowed, her head nodding, "Yeah, that's right. Mmhmm, those SoCal bitches give the rest of us a bad name. Pfft!" Lin's wrist flicked in the air, "L.A. is so fucked up with the compe-uh . . . compe-pe-licated things that they do down there. Don't get me started on San Diego." She sighed, "That's why Mike and I set up shop here."

Julia wondered what it would be like to kiss Lin's full lips. Lin spoke, with a hint of pride in her voice, "The house isn't much to look at now, Mike and I bought it semi-derelict, but we're working on that. You'll see it better in the day. I'm going to fill it with . . . clients, lots of clients. There's a gap in the market for custom mind control fantasies tailored to women of means and taste."

"That's great," said Julia, smiling. *Such a go-getter. A very, very sexy go-getter.*

Lin beamed, "Really?" She licked her lips, and folded her hands together. Lin's fingers twitched, "Tina will have taken Helena inside, but before we go in, I'd like to ask you something personal if I may?"

Julia's brow furrowed, "Sure, go ahead."

"Do you want to have sex with me?"

Julia choked, "What? Uh . . . Wow. Um. That's, ah, direct."

"Yes," said Lin. "I am. Direct." She waved her hands around, "Honest. Open. Trustworthy. All that stuff." Lin looked out the window and bit her lip. Julia wanted to suck on it.

"Yes."

"Huh?" Lin's eyes bulged.

"Yes. I want to have sex with you. This has been the strangest night of my life, Lin. I caught my boyfriend cheating, ditched him, found a naked hypno-slave, had sex with her because of some stinky oil, got into a car chase, crashed, got tranced, and now a mind controller is asking polite permission to have sex with me. . . . Fuck it, let's do it."

"Hah!" Lin bounced in the seat, she put her hands up to her mouth. "Oh, god, I owe Mike fifty bucks."

"You what?"

"Nothing," said Lin, "In-joke between me and Mike. Alright, all cards on the table."

Lin turned to face Julia, her eyes hooding, becoming deep whirlpools of shadow.

"Julia if we do this. I'm going to take away your free will, I'm going to make you do every hot and nasty thing I can think of - and o-mi-god, I really want to do a lot of things to you right now -, whether they're things you'd want to do or not, and I'll make you love it."

Julia's stomach hollowed, her throat dry, "I'll take the risk. I trust you, Lin."

Lin blinked. Swallowing, Lin sat back in her seat.

"Maybe, you shouldn't."

Julia stared. *What!? No way.*

"Heh," Julia placed her hand on Lin's leather-clad thigh, loving the feel of the lean muscles underneath.

Lin went very still.

Julia walked her fingers up Lin's leg, "You know, I'm a little disappointed. I'd have thought a big, bad mind controller like you would jump at the chance." Julia undid her seat-belt buckle and leaned in, walking her fingers up Lin's silk shirt.

Lin watched; so perfectly, utterly still. It made Julia ignite.

"I know what you are, you told me what you want to do, and I've told you I still want it," said Julia.

Julia looked up into Lin's impassive face. Only Lin's deep black eyes moved; they flicked down to Julia's hand, now pressing flat on Lin's stomach, then up to Julia's lips. Julia started to go for the kiss she wanted so badly.

"So, Ms. Mind Controller, when are you gonna start to hyp -."

Her eyes rolled white and she fell back into her seat, knowledge of her trigger word already stripped from her mind.

* * *

Four shivered with need, the air filled with the heady scent of her arousal trickling down her thighs. The small octagonal room had full-length mirrors on the walls, letting Four see how glaze-eyed and helpless she looked standing naked, while Goddess placed Her symbols of ownership on her skin. Her bush had been trimmed by Goddess into a lewd 'V' pointing at Four's melting cunt.

"Shhh, stand still a little longer, pet," said Goddess. The needle gun buzzed again against Four's left hip. Her long, raven braids spilling down her back, Goddess squatted on her haunches beside Four's left thigh, clad in nothing but a pair of thigh-high shiny black boots.

Four stood tall, her elbows up in the air, hands folding behind her head, her blonde hair slicked down, with the wonderful oil seeping into her skull. She watched the delightful dimples of Venus flexing just above the twin curves of Goddess's divine ass in the mirror. Four wanted to part those curves and worship there with her tongue.

A shadow of sense-memory played across her lips. Four had a sudden intimation that she had already worshiped Goddess's ass, and had not been permitted the memory beyond the ghost-taste on her mouth.

"Ohhh, Goddess," Four moaned at how completely Goddess owned her. Muscles in her stomach crunched as her body flexed in a phantom cum; another thing Goddess denied Four unless permitted. It sent Four's arousal ever higher.

"Shhhh. . . . There all done," said Goddess. She picked up a white cotton swab and wiped it across the tattoo. A brief whiff of swabbing alcohol reached Four's nostrils, but the sight of Goddess rising, Her hard nipples brushing against Four's side made all other thought flee.

"Look, pet," said Goddess. Her fingers, reflected in the mirrors, traced around the black Chinese symbols on Four's left hip, "This says that you are "Property of Beautiful Jade.'"

"Yes, Goddess," sighed Four. *Her property. Feels soooo good.*

Beautiful Jade turned with an easy grace, padding as if She had all the time in the world, to a small black chest against the mirrored wall behind Four. Four moaned softly, watching the muscles flexing in Her divine ass, mouth dry at the sight of Beautiful Jade's glorious, glistening pink pussy as She bent to retrieve items from the chest.

"Cum," said Goddess, without turning her head.

Four screamed. Her hips jerked spasmodically, big breasts jiggling as pent-up tension released on command. Her hands never left their place behind her head, but her fingers curled and extended in reflex.

Goddess turned back. She dropped a green pillow onto the floor next to Four's feet, then raised a coil of rope in both hands. It glistened with an oily sheen that made Four's ragged breath catch.




Drive



"You've come so far already, Four," said Beautiful Jade. "So far, so fast, but now I'm going to take you even deeper."

"Yes, Goddess," said Four. She juiced with her eagerness to submit. To lose herself in surrender to Beautiful Jade.

Rope coiled under and around Four's breasts, squeezing their soft flesh. The bite of the rope sharpening the pleasure as Beautiful Jade teased and abused Four's thick pink nipples.

"Close your eyes," said Beautiful Jade. Four obeyed as if the thought had been her own. "See yourself, standing naked before your Goddess. Breasts bound, hands behind your head, offering them for me to abuse. Because you want that. You love the feel of my rope binding your breasts, of my nails digging into this weak flesh. You love your weakness, don't you, Four?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"I know. But the flesh is just the clothing for our mind. And that's where the real submission occurs, that's where these ropes really bind. You can see them in your head, can't you, pet? Now feel them, feel them wrapping around your mind, binding every thought, feeling the knots rub and tease each idea away till I'm the only thought left in that empty head."

Four's mouth slackened, a line of drool forming at the corner her lips. She felt the ball-gag being pressed into her mouth, straps being fastened around the back of her head. She shifted her hands at command, dropping them to hang obediently by her sides.

"Open eyes now," said Beautiful Jade.

An empty-headed thrall looked back out of the mirror at Four. Glistening black rope bound her breasts, pressing them up and out towards the glass of the mirror. A red ball-gag filled her mouth, her vacant eyes staring out over the black straps of the gag that ran across her cheeks and up between her eyes over her forehead. Her hands hung limply at her sides waiting for her Goddess to command them. Her cunt juiced helplessly.

Beautiful Jade held up a string of six balls, each one of which shone with an oily coating. "These are your next step, pet. These will fill a new space in your mind. Will you like that?"

Four stared into the mirror, waiting to be told whether or not she would like it by her Goddess.

Beautiful Jade's lips cracked in a shining smile, "Oh, god, Julia, you're so fucking hot."

The name meant nothing to Four.

Goddess breathed in Four's left ear, "On your knees, place your head on the pillow, pet. Ass up high."

Four instantly complied.

"Relax, pet," said Beautiful Jade. Four obeyed, feeling the first bead pressing between the curves of her ass. A moment of sharp, primal fear and then a wave of submissive heat as the bead pushed inside. She moaned, a puddle of drool escaping onto her pillow, as the second bead followed the first.

"Filling your mind. Squeezing away all those useless thoughts that stop you giving in to the pleasure"

The words filtered into Four's mind now, slipping into the new space there that the beads filled. Pushing out the thoughts, the shattered remnants and flotsam of personality that still remained in the thrall's head. The third bead, slightly bigger than the the first two, made the thrall whine, then the voice in her head told her to relax and it went in.

"So crazy, fucking hot, Julia. Going out of my fucking mind," muttered Beautiful Jade.

The final tiny part of the thrall's mind twinged with jealousy that this Julia made Goddess sound so . . . . The fourth bead pressed in and the thrall ceased.

The happy cuntflesh wriggled eagerly to accept the fifth and sixth invaders, nothing more in its world than the smell of sex and feeling of heat filling it. A hard, dripping rod teased the entrance to the cuntflesh's core and then entered.

Filled in every orifice, it convulsed as words of command told it to let the sex-pleasure wound up inside loose. And just as the black spots started to appear before its eyes, the Divinity fucking it showed Her sweet, delirious cuntflesh that She had not yet exhausted Her power to bring it pleasure. As each rich cum rolled luxuriously through its body, the Divinity slowly began to pull each bead out . . . .

* * *

Julia woke. Fresh, silk sheets pressed against her naked body and the sound of a bird singing filtered into her ears. She opened her eyes.

She lay in a wide, wooden double-bed, in a converted attic, an open window to her right letting the bird song in. A large dresser and table stood on her left and a music stand with sheet music and a violin case beside it, stood in one corner. Julia pulled herself up onto her elbows and noted a bookcase underneath the attic window. She saw her own name on a couple of spines and flushed happily.

The other pillow in the bed had the depression of a head left in it.

*She slept here with me.*

Julia spread her hand out. *Still warm.*

Julia sat up, back against the big, wooden bed-head and pulled the sheet down to look at her left hip. Black Chinese sigils tattooed on it.

Julia's tongue licked her lips, "I am the Property of Beautiful Jade." *She owns me. God, I'm so hot just thinking about it.* She loved saying it out loud.

She settled back, spreading her legs, closing her eyes while one hand drifted between her thighs, the other tugging on one hard nipple. "I am the Property of Beautiful Jade."

The door to the room creaked and Julia sat up quick.

Lin appeared, carrying a tray with tiny silver legs, a silver tray top covering the contents. Lin wore low-slung white sweat pants and a slightly too small white tee that caused her nipples to tent-pole the cloth in a way that made Julia feel hot and sweaty. Lin's raven braids hung loose around her shoulders.

"Good morning, Mistress," said Julia.

Lin beamed, "Good morning, Julia." Julia suppressed a pout. Not the word that she'd wanted Lin to use. "I brought you breakfast," said Lin. She set the tray over Julia's thighs, sitting herself on the edge of the bed, one hand draped easily on Julia's legs.

"Oh, thanks so mu. . . . Wait. Shouldn't I be the one bringing you breakfast?"

Lin shrugged, "I can bring you breakfast in bed if I want. Slave."

*Oooo, yes, that's the right word.* Julia's hips squirmed.

Lin didn't miss it, her smile broadening, "You need to eat. I got a little caught up in the moment and it's, uh, been a wild couple of days."

"Days!? But my publisher . . . ."

"Yeah, don't worry, you spoke to him. Although it's a good thing he didn't know what I was doing to you while you talked."

Julia blushed. "I wish I knew."

"You can if you want. I can open that memory for you." Lin pulled the top off the tray and set it on the floor. Julia breathed in a delicious mix of bacon, waffles, syrup, sausages, toast and eggs. Lin continued, "Um. Mike fixed up a room for you to write in, uh, if you'd like to stay here instead of that cabin. I'd really love it if you did."

"I have a choice? You really aren't like other mind controllers, are you?"

Lin shook her head, "No, I am exactly like them. But you aren't just like any other slave."

Julia watched as Lin brushed back raven braids with one hand. Julia laughed, "I'd love to, you know I'd love to."

"Yeah," smiled Lin. "This is going to be great."

Mistress leaned over the breakfast tray to give Julia the kiss that she'd been wanting.

END.



Drive



He opened the car door roughly, set his bag down on the floor, and sat in the low-lying seat with a thud. He yanked the door shut with a wham. Renee never showed any respect around Steph, and it was part of what made him irresistible. He showed no need for her whatsoever. "Drive." he commanded, checking his feathered raven locks in the vanity mirror. Steph bit her lower lip with as she pushed the key into the ignition, her own phallic power source. The finely tuned engine roared to life. She thrilled to the vibration of the stick shift, grabbing the rod and engaging the gears. She loved the way her machine felt. She loved the power of it. The sleek lines and smooth surfaces were enough to make her heart race. She rolled down the street. She caught his blue eyes watching the passing suburban banality in the rearview mirror as she scanned the road. 

"Turn left." he said without looking at her. She did as he bid, steering out of town. The asphalt rolled past fallow farmers fields and ancient trees. They sped toward the winding climb of the escarpment as the afternoon sun glared behind them. They came to a four-way stop where the pavement ended. Sunken tire tracks on the gravel ahead suggested the continuation of the road. Steph stopped at the sign, looking over at Renee in askance. She blew a strand of her dark hair out of her hazel eyes, looking between Renee and the mirrors. She didn't want to bring her low riding sports car on the loose stone path, and hoped he had another destination in mind.

"What are you waiting for?" Renee asked, still refusing to look at her.

"Do I have to? I just got it detailed." Steph asked. Renee reached into his breast pocket and produced a cigarette. Lighting it seemed the only answer he would give as he looked back out the passenger window. He rolled the glass down further and blew a swirling cloud into the atmosphere. Steph put the car into first gear and eased up the slope.

She kept to the low gear against the climb. Her majestic vehicle crawled along, the occasional ping of a stone against the underside. Each strike made her wince, but she dared not refuse Renee's command. She knew that being a good girl was the only way to get his regard. She craved his focus, to sweep away all the other thoughts in his complicated mind and become his world, if only for a time.

They came to the plateau of the escarpment. The view extended for miles around. The ordered squares of expansive farms gave way to the rising suburbs and the city beyond in one direction. To the other, the land fell away to the vast lake into which sunset was falling. It was a breathtaking sight. Though she'd grown up in town, Steph had never been up this little used road to witness the sunset. "There." Renee pointed to a wide shoulder which offered no obstructions to the view. Steph dutifully pulled her car over and parked it. 

Renee reached out and stopped her from pulling the key out of the ignition. "I want the radio. Get out. Strip down. Panties only." He was insistent.

"But," Steph tried to interject. Renee looked at her for the first time, a cold regard in his gaze. Steph hung her head in shame. She knew better than to question. She knew he'd get out and walk home if she disappointed him. He'd taken away service from her before, and she'd ached with its loss. She quietly stepped from the car. Renee began to play with the knobs on the radio as she closed the door.

The elevation had brought them above the smog of the city, and the air was remarkably crisp. Steph became particularly aware of its cool embrace as she unbuttoned her shirt. The smooth skin of her flat stomach goose pimpled as she exposed it. She tossed the shirt into the open rear window, checking to see if Renee was watching her. He was focused intently as he adjusted the equalizer of her car stereo.

Steph felt ridiculous getting undressed without Renee's attention. The flush came to her pale cheeks as she pulled her tight jeans off. She had wanted to be playful, bending over and showing Renee the round swell of her cheeks. She wanted his pulse to race and his cock to harden at the sight of her. He nodded at the dashboard completing his tinkering, then returned his gaze out the passenger's side window. Steph wanted to scream for his attention. The frustration and humiliation mixed with the desire inside her, amplifying it. She ran her fingers over the lacy black padded bra she wore. She looked down at her chest, smiling at the way they looked in the lingerie. She licked her lips as she unclasped her bra and let it fall into her left hand. Her rich brown nipples hardened instantly, and she couldn't help but to give one a soft twist.

Renee opened the door into her ass, bumping her to bring her attention back to him. He had laid the driver's side seat down fully. His face was now warm and gentle. She blushed at his regard and his kindness. He would spoil her now, giving her the fullness of his attention. Her sex grew wet with anticipation.

He helped her into the seat and turning her to face the rear window. He climbed onto her lap, taking her hair in his hand and bringing their mouths together in a forceful kiss. His tongue probed her mouth as she felt him reaching into his bag. He broke the kiss and released his grip on her. His smiled down at her, "Hello." he said. Before she could respond, Renee ripped a strip of black duct tape from a roll. He smothered her mouth with the adhesive gag. Steph's eyes rolled in lust; Renee's control was both immediate and complete.

"Be a good girl." He chastised her playfully, reaching again into his bag. This time he pulled out a length of raw jute rope. He wrapped two turns around her left wrist, firmly but gently. He tucked the bite under and around the turns, then hitched the wrist snugly. He brought her hand to the steering wheel, turning the rest of the line around it in a secure X-shape. Steph sighed through her nostrils with the sensation.

Renee got out of the car, carrying two more lines of jute rope. He reached through the rear driver's side window and took her ankle through it. He brought it up and tied her foot through the frames of the open windows. He moved around the back of the car, staring at Steph's eyes as he moved. He wore a wicked grin. His perfect teeth served to make him both more insidious and more desirable. Steph could feel her panties growing moist against her skin. He took her other foot and stretched her legs across the car. He tied the ankle in a similar fashion on the passenger's side. He moved around the windshield, examining his work.

Steph couldn't help but to writhe against her bonds. Each was like a firm, loving hand. Though the vehicle was between them, Steph could feel how tightly, how sweetly Renee held her. She gave a throaty moan of lust.

Renee shook his head and came around to the driver's side door. He opened it up and reached under Steph's back. "Hand." he ordered. She obeyed and slid her wrist behind her spine. He reached over her to his bag. The soft leather of his jacket caressed her hard nipples, and Steph groaned. He smirked at her, dragging the toothy line of another piece of jute across them as he knelt beside the car. He wrapped her other wrist and tied it off, leaving the tails draped over the seat. He climbed over her waist, his knees digging into the edges of her seat. She could feel the heat of his manhood through his jeans. Steph rolled her hips and purred. Renee laughed at her, then kissed the tape over her lips. He stroked her hair softly as he reached into his bag and produced a length of black cotton rope. It was less coarse than the jute on her limbs, but Steph knew this rope could bite with cruelty if Renee wanted it to. He folded the length in half, then slipped the rope behind her neck. He drew the lines down between her large firm breasts, then snaked around each one. Every turn constricted her flesh deliciously, and her nipples throbbed visibly with the increased pressure. Steph let her mind slip her flesh, floating in the sea of Renee's control.

Renee reached one last time into his bag. He pulled out a little egg-shaped vibrator. Despite its size, Steph knew it to be a powerful toy. Renee flicked the thing on and it whirred to life. He played the soft plastic across her flesh, teasing her aching nipples. Her pussy pulsed and flowed freely. Distantly, Steph worried about the strange stain she was making on her precious car's seat. But it was Renee's right to use her, and she could hardly complain about the treatment she received in his care. He slipped the vibrator into her panties, and teased it up between her velvet smooth lips. He pressed it tight against her clit, then smiled down at her before climbing off her waist. Standing over her, he pulled her panties to cinch the vibe in place. The lace felt divine against Steph's open sex and eager asshole. Little trickles of orgasm thrilled through her body.

Renee closed the door and reached through the window to tie off her right hand to the handle there. He walked behind the car, watching Steph's body react with shudders. He reached through the open passenger window and pressed play on the car's cd player. The dulcet strains of Red Hot Chili Peppers sounded out, sweet and melancholy. Renee sat down on the hood of the car and stared out at the sunset and its massive purple reflection in the lake. He lit a cigarette and drew back into his pensive world. He left her there like that, bound to the vehicle she loved, orgasm crashing through her. 

The sun sank into the lake, and darkness swallowed the escarpment, save for the red of Renee's cigarette and the green glow of the dashboard light. The night settled, and stillness claimed the moment. There was no need words, no need for action. There was only the breeze and the night and the sweet imprint of the moment in their memories.



Drive



Bethany and I met when neither one of us was actually looking for someone. We'd both been dragged by our friends to a bar as their designated drivers. While the others drank, mingled, and danced we sat at the bar with our watered-down sodas. Sodas from the bar-gun are never as good as the bottles. That was the first thing we talked about.

It was very different meeting a girl while we were both sober. This is what the bar scene lacks: honesty. Bethany had shoulder-length chestnut hair that she usually tied back. She was almost a foot shorter than me and athletically built for a girl from playing lacrosse during high school. Her breasts were average, but more than enough for my hands, and she possessed a marvelously plump ass, which she hated, but I loved it. 

We formed a real relationship, and it became a steady thing. Everything seemed to be going well, but there was a huge problem: she didn't care for sex. We had it often enough, and she did all the right things to make me feel good. She gave the absolute best blow jobs I ever had. She would feign pleasure when I tried very hard to please her, but if I pressed her to tell the truth, she admitted that it wasn't actually doing anything. 

"I'm sorry," she would say with tears in her eyes. "I'm trying—really I am. I just don't get anything from it, but I want you to enjoy it."

It was hard to explain to her that such an arrangement would be an open wound for I would always know that I was taking and not giving.

I held her, and told her that it would be all right. That's what a guy is supposed to do. I didn't want to give up. We moved in together and refocused on enhancing the other aspects of our lives. She did go and see a doctor, but they couldn't find anything wrong with her physically. 

"Everyone is just different," they said.

Bethany got a job at a pharmaceutical company, and I went on as a civil engineer. Things didn't work out for me, and in a year I was unemployed and demoralized. However, she did very well professionally, and rose quickly within her company. She talked about getting married. Once again I felt that inability to explain how much of a failure I felt like. Not only could I not make her enjoy sex, but I was also relegated to being a dependent.

She tried to reassure me, and that reversal was a hard one. We continued on, but I was desperate. There had to be a way to please her. When there was nothing within my own environment, I had to think about hers. She worked for one of the biggest drug companies in the state. There was no way that I could bring myself to have her look into it. That would only make her feel guiltier than she already did, but I could do it myself. That led me to one of her colleagues from work: Dale.

I had met him a few times at company parties and trite little social events like that. He was a few years younger than we were and just out of college. Dale maintained that strangely long hair for a guy, which I swear was only popular for like five minutes ten years ago. A youth spent on Coronado had left him with a tan and thin surfer's body. There were a few occasions when seeing him made me self-conscious. I was still in decent shape, but sitting at home surfing the web all day had started to take a toll. After swearing him to secrecy, I explained the problem that Bethany and I had. 

"I really wish I could help you," he said, "But so much of our stuff isn't even ready for human trials. It takes years to get that stuff cleared, but there are other things you could try."

"We have and she isn't interested in trying anymore. She still has sex with me, but it's only sex out of loyalty to me. She doesn't want to. Come on, there has to be something."

Dale mulled it over for a long time. He said that he'd think about it. Two days later he sent me a text message:





Drive



Blood settled. My muscles relaxed, and I melted into her. We were both exhausted, and breathing heavily onto each other. 

"So, was that better than normal?" I asked.

"What the hell did you do?"

"I had a little help from a friend, but I think it worked out pretty well."

It took every ounce of strength I had to move my head to look into her eyes. She was suspicious of what I did. It must have been fairly obvious that something unnatural had occurred. I rested my face atop her breasts and their wonderful plumpness, and I waited. I couldn't help enjoy myself a little bit if I was going to get in trouble. 

"I don't blame you. Our problem wasn't fair to you. You've been trying really hard this whole time, and I know how hard it's been for you recently. You love me, and I really love you. Now that we seem to be on course to fixing this problem, could we talk about getting married again?"

"Uhh...well, maybe we could wait a little—"

"—something's wrong," said Bethany. Her face was suddenly writhing in something between agony and uncertainty. She was trembling under, and it wasn't like before. 

It came to me then: you were an idiot. You didn't know what this stuff was, and now you've poisoned her. She's going to die under you right when you finally fixed what was wrong.

I sat up to give her room to breathe. "Should I call a doctor? What's wrong, honey? Tell me."

"My clit," she whimpered. "There's something wrong with it."

I looked down at her lower half to investigate. Sure enough her clit was throbbing beneath its hood. It moved and moved, and she writhed under the force of it. Maybe it's some kind of residual orgasm, I thought. It will pass, and then everything will be fine. Bethany began breathing harder than before. It was ragged, and convinced me that the woman I loved was going to die in front of me. 

I tried to disentangle myself from her and get to the phone, but she gripped me in fright, and as small as she was compared to me she was strong in that moment. She regained control of her breathing.

"Don't leave me," she pleaded. "I think it might not be so bad. Maybe it's a cramp or something."

Then I noticed the strangest of things: her clit was swelling beyond anything I had ever seen before. It was a like a little red balloon, then maybe I thought it was a tongue. What was happening to my Bethany?

For every centimeter it grew Bethany seemed to be thrown for a mile within herself. I held on to her, and told her it was going to be all right, but what the fuck did I know about what was going on?

Little by little it grew and grew, and after several minutes I began to notice a familiar shape forming. Familiar because I held it every day when I pissed, and had been jerking it off since the fifth grade. My Bethany was growing a cock.

Fucking Dale, I thought. I asked you if something like this would happen, and you said nothing. 

"It feels weird," she said to me. Her eyes found mine, and they were filled with a fear I had never seen in her. She was like a little terrified girl seeking comfort from her daddy again. "What's happening to me?" She tried to get up. "Let me see it."

I held her there, not sure what to do. As I watched her new cock take form, the pheromone inside of me drove my attention to it. If I had been able to suck Dale's cock, then how could I deny the one of the girl that I loved? My mouth watered. Bethany demanded that I let her go. I had to do something.

To be continued...



Drive-By Consequence



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story.

Being one of the first people to move into a new neighborhood has some disadvantage as well as some advantages. For instance, you have to put up with construction traffic until the neighborhood is built up, and clumps of mud deposited on the roads by trucks, and unsightly weeds until all the places are sold and lawns put in. On the other hand, you get the pleasure of making your place whatever you want it to be, and you have the fun of greeting new residences as they move in.

Although I wasn't the first one into the neighborhood, my only other neighbors at the time were several lots down the street or across the small lake to which my lot backed up. Still I was just in the process of moving in when the developer started building on the lot just south of my place. As I worked to make my house into a home, I watched with interest as the house next door went up.

No sooner was it completed than a couple in their mid-thirties moved in and began doing the same kinds of things I just had. I probably had it a little easier, since I only had myself to worry about. On that first Saturday, I walked over and introduced myself as Gene Sherman. The man said that his name was Clay Bridges and his pretty wife was Tiffany, although he jokingly said that he called her Tiff if they had a disagreement.

I told them that they had done a good week's work and it looked like it was time for a break. I had put three steaks on the grill along with some foil-wrapped potatoes, had a big tossed salad prepared, and some iced tea but I needed a couple of guests to help me eat it all. They smiled and accepted my invitation when I asked if they would help me out.

We had a very nice dinner and got to know each other. Clay was in management for one of the Big Three, currently assigned to one of the engine plants nearby. Tiffany worked part-time in the local school district offices. Both of them had grown up in the general area, although most of their time had been spent on the west side of the metropolitan area, whereas now we were located on the north side. They also enjoyed several sporting activities, both participating and watching, as did I. I thought I had found somebody to watch some of the professional sports on TV with me.

I had installed an in-ground pool in the back yard, which at a quarter acre seemed fairly large. I invited them to join me in the pool any time they felt like it. Both said that they would take me up on that offer.

Clay told me that Tiffany had been working on a landscaping scheme for their yards, both front and back, and she was getting close to being satisfied so that she could start work on it. I had installed sod all around my house and it looked nice and green, as long as I poured the water to it. However other than that, it was strictly non-descript. We talked about her plans and I thought maybe I should do something different with my own. It was late when Clay and Tiff walked back home.

Over the next three weeks, I watched with interest – and kibitzed frequently – as outdoor changes occurred next door. Tiffany always supervised when others were doing the work or bringing in supplies and she spent hours working on fine touches after the others had left. Clay came and went on his work schedule but mostly left the work to Tiffany. Frequently in the evenings, he would get out of his monkey suit and join me at the connecting fence to talk about whatever and watch Tiff.

As the plan for their yard took shape, I became more and more dissatisfied with my plain arrangement. I began to think of doing something different. Pulling out a note pad, I began to sketch different options. Tiff had used several berms in a variety of shapes to form sections in their yard. She used pavers to make walkways, planting trees here and shrubs there, adding flowers and ground cover in some spots. It all formed a pleasing-to-the-eye arrangement. I tried to capture some of the same techniques but with a unique pattern.

As Tiff began to wind down her activities, I again invited them over for dinner and after dessert, I asked Tiff to look at my sketches and see what she thought about such an arrangement for my yard, which was shaped a little differently from theirs as a result of the lake and angle of the lots to the adjoining lots. She picked the layout she liked most and made some suggestions that really made sense. Then she offered to help me implement the plan and Clay gave his blessing.

It took a little more than four weeks to get all the changes in, even with a local nursery providing a major part of the labor. As she did with her own lawn, Tiff pitched right in on mine and worked side-by-side with me when the contractors were gone. In fact that often caused me some consternation, because she would be bent over planting some cutting or flower and her blouse dropped away enough to show her twin beauties. Having been without a woman for nearly two years didn't mean that my interests were dead. Nor was I immune when she bent over to plant a shrub, her gloriously round bottom framed so nicely in her tight, short jean shorts. If Clay was around, I had to try to avert my eyes quickly lest he see my obvious reaction to his lovely wife.

I thanked Tiffany profusely for her help. Without it I would have been lost time after time. Yet she always seemed to know just what to do when the inevitable questions arose. She had a natural ability to handle such events as landscaping, making a most beautiful garden. By the time we were through and reasonably satisfied with both places, they looked great. All we had to do now was keep them maintained and watch the plants grow into the trained looked we were striving for. I often told Clay that he was a lucky man to have such a talented wife.

As the summer and fall progressed, I was often invited over to watch a baseball game or then a football game as the seasons changed. In turn, I reciprocated and invited them over to my place. As other neighbors moved into the area, we also invited them to join us but not as often as Clay, Tiff and I got together.

One evening after a very nice dinner, we were sitting around talking and Tiff asked me if I'd ever been married or had a girlfriend. I told her about having been married for six years to Annalisa before she decided she was a submissive and had to have a master to dominate her. When I said that wasn't my style, she went out and found someone who was. When I found her doing things with him that she wouldn't do with me, the divorce came soon thereafter. There have been no girlfriends since then. Tiff seemed a little embarrassed that she had asked.

We got together regularly throughout the fall and early winter, often watching either college or pro football games. I was delighted that Tiff knew more than the average woman about most sports and showed quite an interest in many of them. She had her favorite teams and was not timid about rooting for them. Clay kidded her about just liking to watch the jocks' tight asses in those white stretch pants but I think he was just joking. Tiff did blush when he mentioned it but it was all in fun.

One Saturday in December, Clay and I had just watched one of the early bowl games while Tiff had gone to have her hair done. We were relaxed in my den when he turned to me.

"Hey, buddy. I've got a rather sensitive subject I want to talk with you about."

"Huh? Oh, okay. Go ahead," I responded, wondering about the change in his demeanor.

"First, I have to tell you a little story. A little over four years ago, I was on a mission for my company. We had a supplier of a certain part that was having problems getting the part to the exact shape and consistency that we were looking for – we had changed the specifications for it between models – so I was the engineer assigned to work with them on getting the problem corrected. They were local, out on the south part of town in a rather rough neighborhood. I had spent a couple of hours with several of their people and was in the process of leaving to head back to my plant. Just as I got to my car, a load of hoodlums pulled up and began spraying the parking lot with bullets.

"I don't know what the guns were but they were these short barreled automatics that looked like Uzis. Anyway they sprayed out bullets like a machine gun. I heard later they had some sort of beef with the management of the plant and I happened to be unlucky enough to be in the lot when they decided to take out their revenge. I got hit three times."

"Wow! I knew some parts of our city were unsafe but that's bad!" I said in awe.

"Yeah, well, I was just plain unlucky. These people had never had anything like that happen before. On the other hand, I guess I was lucky that I wasn't shot in the chest where I could have taken one in the heart or something. None of the shots hit anything vital so my life was not in danger. I got pretty quick service from EMT so it could have been much worse.

"Good. I'm glad it wasn't worse then," I told Clay.

"Yeah, but not all the news was good. All three of the shots hit me below the belt ... and guess what I lost. Nah, you don't have to guess. Both my testicles were smashed beyond repair. That didn't threaten my life but it sure didn't do my family life any good." He chuckled but there wasn't any humor in it.

"I'm sorry. That has to be a major problem," I commiserated.

"Well, yeah, of course it is. I will never have intercourse with my wife again. I mean it has already been over four years and we've got a few more to look forward to. I'm getting pretty good at eating her pussy and Tiffany tries to be satisfied. She's really been good to stand by me this long when I know she needs more."

"Mm. That just reinforces my opinion of how good a woman she is," I mused.

"Well, here's the thing, ol' buddy. I want to know if you will take care of my wife."

"What? What do you mean?" I asked incredulously.

"I want to know if you will take my wife to bed and screw her good. She really needs it and I don't know of anybody I'd rather ask than you."

"Clay, are you kidding me? There is nothing I'd rather do but ... but, man, think of our friendship. I don't want to destroy that!"

"Actually, Gene, you wouldn't. You would be pouring it in concrete if you would help her."

"Holy mackeral, man! What ... what does Tiff say about this?"

"At first she was dead set against it. She didn't want to do it with anybody. But the more we've talked about it, the more she recognizes her need for sex with a man. I've caught her crying many times late at night. She didn't want to admit what it was about but it was her loss of sexual satisfaction. As far as it being with you, well, she admitted that she is attracted to you and couldn't think of any other guy that she would feel comfortable with except you."

There was a long silence as I tried to digest Clay's words. I couldn't believe it, really. I had known Clay and Tiffany for just over a year, but we had become close friends, probably closer than anyone I'd known since my preschool days. And, yes, I found Tiff to be sexy and beautiful and there was no doubt that I wanted her but I had never seriously thought I would have her. So many implications ...!

Would it hurt our friendship? Would it cement our friendship? Could I please a woman like Tiffany? After all, I was out of practice. Even if my mind said yes, could I physically do her justice?

Looking at Clay again, I asked, "When ...?"

"Tonight, if that's alright with you. That's why she went to get her hair done, for you. It's kind of like a first date, except she's hoping to go all the way with you."

"Really? Oh, man! What if I can't please her?"

"I'm willing to bet you won't have any problems with that," Clay said. "Let me give you some tips about Tiff. She likes a lot of hugging and kissing beforehand, especially around her neck and ears. And rubbing your fingers down her sides and along the small of her back sends her through the roof. Once you get into her, she likes it slow and easy and then gradually build up to hard and fast. That drives her wild. That and softly rubbing the soles of her feet. And she likes having her tits sucked hard. Unless something has changed in the last four years, those things will make the night a success for her. Are you willing to do it?"

"Well ... yeah, I'm willing. If you're sure ...?"

"I'm sure, man. You don't know how grateful I will be."

"I'd better go get some condoms," I said, thinking about her safety.

"She'd rather you do it bareback, if you don't mind. Like I said, she hasn't been fucked in over four years so she should be safe. We trust that you haven't been with anyone in long enough too. And she started taking the pill again last month. You can see we've just been trying to work up the courage to ask you."

"Oh, man! I can only ... wow! It's been a long time. You're sure about this?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, we're sure. We've talked about it quite a bit. At first Tiff didn't want to do it but she finally agreed that she really did miss fucking. Now she's looking forward to it."

"Man, I hope I don't disappoint her!"

"You won't."

When Clay walked home, I took a long shower and shaved. Thinking constantly about Tiffany, I had an ever ready erection. To keep from being so eager and disappointing her, I jacked off, which didn't take long but felt great. I put on fresh briefs, slacks and a sports shirt. Adding a splash of cologne, I hoped I was ready for the evening.

They had invited me over to their house for dinner. I don't remember a thing about the meal. All I remember is how delicious Tiffany looked. She had her hair freshly done and it looked great but more than that was the way she was dressed. She was wearing a white blouse with a deep V-shape in the middle. Although it wasn't visible, she must have been wearing some sort of push-up bra, because her sizeable tits were pushed up and slightly together, forming a very noticeable cleavage. She had on a short blue skirt that barely covered her ass and left her long legs mostly bare. Well, except for thigh-high stockings, the tops of which she occasionally showed as she moved around serving the meal. The three-inch heels she wore just seemed to say "fuck me."

Tiff wore a smile as if it was plastered on her face. Every time she came to my side of the table, I noticed that she would rub her hip or her breast against me and I had a raging hard-on before I'd been seated ten minutes. It felt funny because I knew that Clay could see everything that his wife was doing. He kept talking about some of the afternoon's football games that we hadn't watched but later saw scores for and I kept having to ask him to repeat what he said. His knowing smile seemed to be laughing at my discomfort.

When the meal was over, I jumped up to help Tiff clean the table.

Clay said, "Hey, leave it, you two. Gene, take her to your place and have fun. Honey, I'll see you in the morning."

I was surprised at the implication of his words. I expected at most that she would stay with me a couple of hours. Nevertheless I turned and took her hand and we went out the patio door and walked across to my place.

In the den, I led Tiff to a sofa and we sat down together. When I turned toward her, she wasn't timid but rather leaned toward me with her mouth slightly open. It had been so long since I had kissed a woman but it brought back memories of the good times before my wife ... ah, let's not get into that. It was long and tender and sweet and delightful.

I had thought we might talk some and get to know each other even better than we did but she didn't seem interested in talking. Her fingers were like a hot iron blazing trails along my arms and into my shirt. When she began to work the buttons loose, I figured the time for talking was past and the time for action had arrived. My fingers began exploring her body while my lips wandered around her face and neck, kissing and licking and enjoying whatever delights she offered me. As Clay had said, she seemed to respond particularly well to kisses around her ear and neck. The more I kissed her, the closer she plastered her body against mine.

Taking the cue from Clay, I let my fingers rove down her side and around to the small of her back and Tiffany nearly jumped onto my lap. Her hand did find my erection and she began to stroke it through my clothes. After a few more minutes, she pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"Honey, I don't think I can take much more of this. Please take me to your bed."

Standing, I bent over and offered her my hand, pulling her erect and guiding her upstairs. When we stopped beside my bed, I kissed her again and started to unbutton her blouse but she pushed me backwards to sit on the bed and waggled her finger at me. Then she began to give me a little striptease to some unheard music, starting with slowly unbuttoning her blouse. When she discarded it, her breasts stood tall in a bra that only covered the lower portion of her tits. I wanted desperately to bury my face between those beautiful globes. Instead she danced just out of my reach as she began easing her skirt down her legs.

I licked my dry lips as she slid her skirt down her legs and stepped out of it. That left her in bra, thong panties, stockings and heels. Still dancing to that head music, Tiffany turned around and bent over to grab her ankles, looking back at me between her spread legs. I reached out and touched her hips ... and I swear she burned my fingertips. She was hawt!

I didn't even see her unfasten her bra but when she straightened up and turned around, she was removing it from her shoulders, letting her big lovely tits into the open air. She bent forward and put her hands on my shoulders, waggling her big globes against the side of my face, rubbing my nose in her valley. My hands came up her side until I cupped her tits against my face, breathing the sweet fragrance of her perfume mixed with the unmistakeably delightful smell of pure woman.

Tiffany let me lick her nipples and even encouraged me to suck them for a few seconds. When she pulled away again, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and began working it down, again moving as if to music. Slowly the little thong uncovered her pussy, revealing a well-manicured little triangle-shaped patch of curly hair, the same honey blonde shade as on her head. It looked luscious.

Tiffany started unbuttoning my shirt as I kicked off my shoes and socks. I helped her get the shirt off and she attacked my belt and slacks, which were soon at my feet and then kicked away. Tiff wrapped her fingers around my erection, still covered with my briefs but not for long. She seemed intrigued by my tool, which is probably pretty ordinary except that she had not touched a hard one in a long time. When she started moving her hand up and down the shaft, I picked her up and almost threw her on the bed as she laughed at me.

I climbed in beside her and we kissed again. Once more I started kissing her ear and neck and down to her breasts. She gave me free rein for a few moments but then her hand tugging me over the top of her told me what she really wanted. I carefully moved above her, working my knees between her legs. She pulled her knees back to open her pussy wide and a couple of swipes up and down her crevasse spread our juices over the head of my cock, lubricating my mushroom for easy entry.

Even at that, she was nearly as tight as a virgin and I had to work my way into her a little at a time. Not that it was a chore; far from it, every move was pure pleasure. And the expression on her face told me that Tiffany felt the same way. I tried to make sure I moved slow and easy since Clay had said she liked to start that way. Several minutes had passed by the time I finally pressed my pubes against her little triangle patch. When I wiggled back and forth, Tiffany's face changed to reflect total delight.




Drive-By Consequence



As I moved slowly out of and back into her sheath, her fingers played with my chest hair and my nipples but as I gradually sped up, her hands moved up and down my sides, then dug into the skin on my back and held tightly as I rammed into her as hard and fast as I could. Three times in the course of maybe twenty minutes, Tiff squealed her delight at cumming, then finished it off with the strongest orgasm so far when my sperm splashed the walls of her vagina.

We rested for some time, kissing and stroking each other. I kept whispering that I thought she was such a beautiful woman, so soft and smooth and sweet! Tiffany cuddled next to me and soon her fingers were wandering over my body and after a few minutes, I felt my tool began to respond. When I was hard again, she got on hands and knees and presented me her ass. Kneeling behind her, I slipped back into her wet pussy and worked in and out of her ever so slowly for what seemed like forever.

Tiffany dropped away from me and asked me to roll onto my back. She quickly mounted me and lay on my chest for a long time, occasionally squeezing her Kegel muscles to give me an inner "hug." She started to rock a bit, just enough to get a little friction between us – enough to make herself cum two more times in maybe a half hour.

Finally, too tired to continue, Tiffany rolled off me and snuggled against my side. I turned to her and my cock wormed its way between her thighs. She guided it into her pussy and sighed when I squeezed her tits while slowly plowing her pussy.

Some minutes later, she looked over her shoulder and asked, "Do you like ass?"

"Um ... well, sure."

"How about changing?"

"You mean ... you want me to ..."

"Yes, silly. I used to love it. You'll have to take it slow until I get used to it again."

Reaching for the night stand, she pulled a tube of lube from her purse. A few minutes later with both of us prepared, I eased the tip of my cock into her tight puckered hole. Wow, was she tight! It took me nearly 15 minutes to work my entire cock into her bowels but it was well worth it. She made me cum, then held onto my cock until I got hard again and fucked her a second time. In the meantime, Tiffany climaxed four – no, maybe it was five – times.

No sooner did my deflated cock plop out of her anus than Tiffany climbed out of bed, ran to the bathroom and came back with two washcloths. She thoroughly washed my cock and balls, dried me off, then curled up in my arms and went to sleep.

Sometime in the night, I woke up to find Tiff softly breathing into my chest while her fingers gently kneaded my balls. In a few moments, I was rock hard and in her saddle, pumping her sweet pussy again. By the time my balls gave up another load of cum, she had cum twice more. This time when I rolled over to go to sleep, I thought she was going to climb into my skin with me!

I woke up shortly after dawn to find Tiffany laying face down with one hand over my abdomen, her elbow prodding my cock. I looked her over, checking out the smooth skin of her back and the beautiful roundness of her ass. I couldn't help myself – I turned slightly where I could fondle those pretty round globes and for many minutes I savored the feeling of her bottom.

By the time Tiffany opened her eyes and smiled at me, I was sporting a raging hard-on. Checking the time on the bedside clock, she quickly turned over and asked me to hurry, so she could get home before Clay left for work. I climbed into her saddle and we fucked like rabbits until we had both cum. She kissed me, jumped out of bed, and pulled her clothes on, ignoring my cum running down her thigh.

Clay came over after work that evening and expressed his effusive thanks for making his wife happy. He asked if I would be interested in doing it again soon and maybe on a regular basis. I told him that I would be honored.

We tried experimenting with schedules but ultimately settled on every other night. The nights she didn't spend with me, Clay said that Tiffany still let him practice his oral arts on her, one of his few sexual pleasures left. I guess that accounts for her not being very interested in letting me eat her pussy when we were together. She did let me try it occasionally but most she just wanted to fuck.

We had been on the every-other-night schedule for about six months when Clay asked me if I would mind if he watched us sometime. After giving it some thought, I decided it was the least I could do if that's what he wanted. On a Friday night, Tiffany and I went up to bed and had been at it for some time when Clay crept in the door and eased into a recliner. It was until some time later that Tiffany realized he was watching and I knew from her stiffening that it startled her. Yet Clay shushed her and said that he just wanted to watch, then told her that he loved her very much. Tiff relaxed and went back to responding to me.

As had become a regular part of our routine, we finished up with a long slow ass fuck. We both like doing that snuggled together in the spoon position so that I could fondle her breasts or rub her sides or tease her clit. However I was not quite ready for a naked Clay to slide into bed in front of her and begin kissing her. Yet I was not surprised when his fingers slid between her legs and he began to tease her clit. I limited my hands to holding her boobs while he kissed her and finger-fucked her pussy. Three times Tiffany lit up like a Fourth of July fireworks display, the last milking my cock of its last load of the evening.

Clay was gone when I woke up in the night and probed Tiffany's pussy again. Nor did he appear for my usual morning quickie, before she ran home to see him off to work. But this has been our routine ever since that night, with Clay giving me some time alone to screw his pretty wife, then joining us for a little "sandwich" action, then again leaving us to ourselves for the rest of the night. The only exceptions have been the three summer vacations when they asked me to share their trips, and bed, and the three of us have been in the same bed all night long. Clay does not begrudge me the times when I'm pumping his wife's pussy, although he has made lots of jokes about the sleep he has lost as a result of our rutting. However he has told me repeatedly that he is so happy for his wife that she has a lover that he can trust.

I have often felt sorry for Clay and the pleasure he lost as a consequence of that drive-by shooting. Guiltily, though, I have been enormously happy at my own good fortune as a result of the same incident. Tiffany seems to be delighted to still have her husband and also an attentive lover.

The End.