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On the Prowl

By: absintheminddgrl



The club was nasty. Not just the lack of cleanliness or the barely camouflaged pornographic nature of the décor, but the atmosphere permeating it. He was off the map and here there be monsters. There was a dark metallic thump to the music and it filtered in through not just his ears but his very pores. The predominant colour in the club was black; black hair, black clothes, black makeup, black walls and floors. The mood was black. Everything was dark and sinister and sexually charged. The dancers on the floor moved with serpentine motions that beckoned and exuded lust and disillusionment. Feet barely moving, the bodies were moving mostly from the waste up. Each dancer occupied his or her space and ignored those around them. It was as if each was in a room of their own, listening to music unheard by any other ears. William moved through this den of iniquity and felt, finally, at home. No one judged here, no one cared enough in fact to judge. 

He moved to the bar and shouted at the bartender for a beer. The steady thump of music moved into his bones. The bartender placed the beer in front of him and William laid a five down. He picked up the beer and took a drink turning around to scan the crowd. Directly in front of him was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. She wasn't just pretty, not merely a "looker", but absolutely beautiful. She smiled at him with cranberry lips and showed him teeth, pearl white, her canines glinting in the low light of the club. Her hair was nothing less than jet, only about shoulder length, it was the texture he usually associated with Asian girls and it looked like heavy silk. It was all one length and he had to physically resist the urge to reach out and touch it, run his fingers through it, smell it. She had dark eyes, brown maybe even black and they were made that much darker by the black kohl she had lined them in and the black mascara sweeping her lashes. Her skin was pale, he guessed if the light had been better he'd have said almost translucent. She pouted her lips at him in a coquettish way and said,

"Care to buy a girl a drink"

It was such a strange thing to hear in a place like this. A pick-up was the last thing he expected. Possibly a mugging maybe a beating, never a come-on from a goddess. He lifted his beer to her in mock salute,

"Of course, what's the girl having?"

"Anything...on ice" and she made another pout with her full lips.

He turned from the bar with a vodka on ice and saw she had moved to a small table at the rear of the club. He moved through the throng of dancers and drinkers to her. She sat on a stool; her short plaid skirt revealing long longs. She was watching the crowd, absently and as he stepped up to her she dazzled him with a toothy smile.

"Your drink..." he placed the glass in front of her.

"Thanks" she said and reached for the glass, grazing his hand as he released it. A sizzle of electricity seemed to pass at the contact and he reflexively jerked his hand back. Laughing, slightly embarrassed, he sat down on a matching stool. He sat uncomfortably next to her. She sat silent and still, only her eyes moving. He felt forgotten.

"I've never seen you here before. My name is Catherine." She took a sip of the drink still scanning the club, watching the dancing.

"Yeah, never knew this place existed till tonight. My name is William." He started to reach his hand out, then thought better of it.

"Well, William, my place is an eight-minute cab ride from here. This place is terribly...noisey." She slid her eyes from the crowd towards him. They seemed to shift from brown to amber, the pupils huge and black, beneath them she smiled, like a Cheshire cat.

"Um...sure, I guess." The offer took him by surprise, and though his mind counciled caution his body said, "fuck yes!" Catherine stood gracefully from the stool and began walking towards the front of the club. William took a last quick drink of his beer and followed. The image of a puppy following its master popped into his head and he brushed it away with irritation.

When he stepped through the front doors he saw her talking to the doorman and then watched as a cab was hailed for her. The car pulled up and she climbed in, he followed. 

"Where to?" the driver asked.

Catherine gave the address and settled back in her seat. Once again, William had the impression that she was not ignoring him so much as forgetting him.

True to her word, eight minutes later they pulled in front of a simple but nice apartment building and the car stopped. She opened the door and stepped out. The driver leaned back, hand held out. William smiled to himself, shaking his head. He pulled out his wallet and handed the cabby a $20,

"Keep the change."

"Thanks, Diamond Jim." The cab driver said, sarcastically. 

William climbed out and slammed the door shut. He saw Catherine was waiting for him at the front doors, and walked up to her.

She keyed in the door code and opened the door, holding it for him. He followed her to the elevators and she pressed the up button. They stepped in and she pressed the button marked 13, the top floor.

"Thirteen, huh?" She turned her eyes away from the silver doors and looked up into his face. Suddenly the metal box felt very small and hot. He took an unconscious step back.

She smiled at him,

"Is that a problem?"

"Oh, no. Just an observation." He moved back towards her, as she faced the front again.

The doors opened to an elegantly appointed hallway. There were two doors, one at each end. Presumably, this was the penthouse, but he chose not to ask. He felt decidedly tongue tied around Catherine and decided silence would serve him well for the time being.

She turned towards the left and the doorway that lay in that direction. She pressed another keypad and opened the door. The apartment was dark but she walked unerringly into it and a moment later a lamp was switched on. He stepped over the threshold and into the entryway. He didn't see Catherine so he walked into the main living space. A huge room with 12 foot-lofted ceilings awaited him. The seating was soft and large and obviously expensive. A huge line of windows lined one side of the room and the walls were covered with original works of art, though nothing he recognized. To the right was an opening leading into a dining room and presumably on to the kitchen.

Catherine stood with her back to him at the fireplace. One by one she lit candles on the mantel.

A huge orange tabby cat sat on a large overstuffed chair, staring at him with amber eyes.

"Great cat, what's his name?" he asked, the silence of the room beginning to weigh heavy.

"Horatio." She said, still lighting the huge bank of candles.

"Oh, 'To be or not to be'?" he asked.

"Yes. Hamlet. Do you know what that passage is about?" she asked, moving on to another cache of candles on a table.

"Sleep, right?" he sat down on the couch, keeping his eye on Horatio, who continued to peruse him with a bored look.

She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling, her white teeth glinting in the candlelight,

"Not exactly."

She blew out the long match and tossed it into the dead fireplace.

"Would you like a beer?" she moved across the room to the large bar. 

"Sure, that would be good." William sat, consciously ignoring Horatio's gaze.

"Turn on the stereo over there, would you?" Glad for something to do, William stood and moved to the small stereo system she had. 

"Any requests?" He asked as he looked through her collection of CD's.

"Just play what is in the machine, please." She said from directly behind him. He jumped a little and turned quickly around. He gave a short laugh and took the beer she held out for him. Turning back to the stereo, her presence behind him slightly oppressive, he pushed play. Music poured forth from many sources in the room. Surprised, he whistled.

"Mighty big sound for something so small." He sipped his beer and listened.

"Yes, size isn't everything, is it?" She smiled and turned towards the chair occupied by the cat.

"Move, Horatio." The cat stood and languidly stretched then leapt from the chair, 

graceful despite his girth.

"What band is this?" William asked, gesturing towards the air with his bottle.

"Gravity Kills....though I don't think that's true." She smiled again and took a drink from a glass of wine.

"Yeah...I think it's the sudden stop." William smiled at her. She gave a short sudden bark of laughter and nodded in appreciation.

He sat again, on the sofa and looked around the room. The cat had moved to the hearth of the fireplace and was diligently cleaning his left paw, occasionally stopping to glance at William.

"Would you care to go upstairs?" She sat motionless and he wondered for a second if she had even spoken or he was imagining the question. 

"Pardon?" He cleared his throat and took another sip of beer.

She stood, setting the half-full glass down on the coffee table and walked towards him. Her movements were cat-like reminding him of the dancers at the club. Slow and exuding sensuality that he found intoxicating. His head felt suddenly light and he glanced at his beer suspiciously, then shook his head of the thought.

She took the beer from his hand and placed it on the table beside the sofa. Then, turning to face him again, she placed both hands on either side of his head against the back of the seat. She leaned down and he was momentarily swallowed up in her enormous eyes, black-black pupils brown-amber eyes. When her lips touched his, he again felt that jolt of electricity and pulled back as far as the sofa back would allow. Then he felt 'drawn' towards her and leaned up. She moved her legs to straddle his and slid her body up along his. Sitting in his lap he felt the warmth of her pussy and looked down at her skirt, which had ridden up. Beneath was revealed her bare cunt, shaved and pale in the glow of the room. He moved his hand, tentatively to touch the pink of the lips and felt she was wet with her juice. He felt his cock grow hard as she slid further up his thighs until her bare pussy rested on his erection. Moving her hands down she undid his zipper and reached into his pants, pulling his heavy cock out. Licking one finger she brought it down to touch the tip of his dick and he felt that sense of "electricity" pass through him again. He reached around her and slid his hands along her ass and under her, until he felt the wetness of her cunt on his fingers. He spread her lips apart and entered her with two fingers. She leaned up and towards him, moaning...practically purring into his ear.

"Would you care to go upstairs?" 

"Yes" His voice sounded rusty as if from lack of use. 

She slid off of him and extended her hand. He shied for a moment from touching it and then relented. She led him to a set of stairs he hadn't noticed and began the ascent. He heard the big cat jump down from the hearth and land with a dull thud and then felt him surge past them and up the stairs.

The bedroom was large and as comfortably decorated as the living room. She drew him towards the bed and motioned him to sit. He did so and stared at her, a little surprised at the situation. They had exchanged few words and yet here he was, sitting on her bed, apparently about to have sex.

She unzipped her short skirt and let it slip to the floor and removed her silk tank top. Underneath she wore nothing. Her body was perfect, almost a work of art. She was lean in the right places and voluptous where a woman should be. Her breasts were perfect, round and pale as two moons. 

She kicked her shoes into the corner and walked towards him again. He felt himself respond to her body, almost against his will. Something felt oddly uncomfortable about the situation and yet he found himself unable to resist her lure. She stood in front of him, between his knees and leaned down again to kiss him, pushing him back on the bed. He slid up a little so that he was fully resting on the mattress and tentatively reached his hands up to touch her bare back. She arched her back towards his touch and seemed to purr deep within her throat. She sat up and straddled him, smiling down on him with a look that was seductive and dark and sent a chill through him even as his body burned for hers. Placing both hands on either side of his head she smiled at him again, with impossibly long canines. The site seemed to jar him awake, as if he'd been slightly drugged. Drugged? He thought of the beer again. His eyes opening a fraction wider at the thought. She seemed, almost, to read his mind and her eyes and smile widened in response. He felt the first tendril of panic creep into his bones and began to move from beneath her. As he gingerly reached for her imprisoning hand he watched her pupil shift from orb to elliptical and then quickly back to orb.

"My God!" He grabbed her hand in earnest trying to extricate himself.

"If you like." She moved her hands from beside his head and onto his shoulders, effectively pinning him. He watched as her eyes shifted again and remained, reminiscent of the Cat's eyes. At the thought of Horatio, William slid his eyes towards the nearby dresser and saw the cat sitting on top of it, staring intently at the drama being enacted before him. 

Catherine's tongue moistened her mouth as she bent down and bit at his neck, just a nip. He felt himself growing impossibly hard, even as he felt that sense of fear increase. She moved her mouth down along his chest and to his greedy rod and looking up into his eyes took his length into her mouth. He gasped at the warmth of her wet mouth and the slight prick of her sharp teeth on his skin. In her eyes he saw a grin and felt her mouth smile on his cock. Moving her tongue in concentric circles around the head she began to move her mouth in long slow drags up and down the length of his cock. She covered him in her saliva and ran her hand up and down his throbbing dick in time with her mouth's movements. He was nearing climax when she abruptly stopped and slid back up the length of his body. He found her legs again straddling his thighs and felt her press her tight dripping wet pussy down on his straining cock. Her cunt was the tightest thing he'd ever felt on his shaft. She moved up and down with her cat-like movements, her pussy milking him slowly...inexorably towards climax. He closed his eyes and felt his brain humming with the distraction of her wet slit. He opened his eyes again and found her face inches above his. She still had that strange smile in her eyes and her lips seemed to twitch with supressed humor. He looked down towards the joining of their bodies and saw her hand was rubbing her clit fiercely. He heard her make that purring moan again, but something in it sounded different this time, almost feral.

William's eyes darted back to Catherine's and he watched as she opened her mouth and the canines grew even more.

"What the fu...what are you? Are you a...." He shook his head in disbelief, his mind unable to wrap around the thought completely. "Are you a vampire?" This question a mere whisper.

Catherine smiled her biggest smile yet. Cheshire Cat, thought William, his mind becoming slightly unhinged from rational thought....'she looks like the Cheshire Cat'.

"A vampire?" She asked, a laugh audible in her voice.

She purred again and moved her face a little closer to his,

"Not exactly."

As William drew in breath to scream he felt him self cum. Catherine tore his throat out, silencing him, neatly. She rode him as the blood poured from his mangled throat and came on his still hard cock.

Later, she sat in her favorite chair, her long legs curled around her naked body. She reached a hand out to take up the glass of wine. On the hearth, Horatio sat, staring intently at his mistress. 

"A vampire?" she spoke to herself, smiling with amusement. "Why do they always ask that?" She sat the glass down and noticed a small crimson stain on her arm. She brought it to her mouth and licked it away, her tongue making a sandpaper rasp against her skin.

"There are more things between heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Right, Horatio?" She looked into the cat's eyes so like her own.

The cat nodded and smiled his Cheshire Cat smile.

On the Prowl



Somewhere in the middle of nowhere hidden by the dark of night, a beautiful young woman is on the prowl. She is armed with only her long blonde hair, big brown eyes and glimmering smile to entice the male she hunts. Her body and mind make her feel almost animalistic in her yearning for a man that can please her. 

She spots the unsuspecting male under the street light at the only intersection for miles. He's standing tall and confident and has no idea that she is watching him from a distance. She watches for a minute before she decides to make her move. She walks slowly out of the darkness, allowing the light to dance across her every move. She is wearing only a long, sleek, black over coat, with the right side drooping off her shoulder to expose just enough skin to make him aroused. She bats her eyelashes at him as she moves closer. A slight breeze catches her hair and lets it flow in the night air. He leans up against the light pole and lights a cigarette as he watches her move closer. She stops for a moment to let him fill with curiosity at this beautiful creature moving toward him.

She moves one hand across her breast and to the first button on her coat. With a flick the button pops open and the tops of her breasts are slightly exposed. She starts moving closer again almost as if gliding towards the man. He stands cool against the pole as if he has been waiting all night for her. She is within arms reach now, but neither of them reaches out for each other. He leans forward off the pole to meet her slender body as she comes chest to chest with him. He gazes into her eyes and reaches to unbutton the next button on her coat. She stands with her head slightly cocked up to expose her neck and her arms at her sides to allow him to unbutton her coat and behold her beauty. He undoes the first button and her beautiful breasts are now free to feel his strong hand gently caress over them to the next button. He pauses for a moment and leans over to lick and taste the flesh of her breasts that are before him. He lets his hands move further down her body to the next button of the coat while his mouth moves up to her neck. He licks and nibbles a bit while he frees the remaining two buttons of her coat. It falls to the ground.

She is completely exposed and his hard member is throbbing in his tight jeans as he runs his hands up and down her flesh. He is now at her mercy. She reaches for the button on his pants as he fills his hands with her bare bottom. His pants and underwear slide off his waist and down to his ankles leaving his hard member rubbing against her naval. She reaches back up to his heavy dark colored tee shirt and pulls it up over his thick physique. As she pulls it over his head, he leans forward to taste her mouth. She allows him to lick her lips. Her tongue meets his as she reaches down to stroke his cock. His cock throbs in her hand. He runs his hands up her back and then back down to her thighs as he pulls her closer. 

He wraps both hands around her thighs and picks her off the ground. Aroused by his strength, she wraps her legs around him and lets him slide his big cock inside her. Her arms wrap around him tightly from the pleasure his cock brings inside her. She throws her head back letting her hair dangle. He leans forward to bite the flesh of her exposed neck. With every thrust of his cock inside her, he bites harder. She screams out in the pleasure of the pain "I'm cumming." He thrusts harder and harder trying to get as deep into her as possible. Her thighs are now smacking against his as he tries to hold her tightly against his body. She cries out with pleasure as he fills with ecstasy at releasing his sweat juices inside of her. He squeezes her tightly at the gratification she has just given him. One last taste of the lips and he releases her back to the ground. She is pleased and returns into the darkness. 



On The Prowl



Here I am staring in the mirror. I look like shit. Fortunately I haven't lost any teeth this time, but the nose is broken, again. Why does this always happen? Of course, the answer is simple enough; I set myself up. God, I hate this part. Pressing both hands to my nose I straighten it. Tears welling in my eyes I can see that it's red and swollen. It'll grow pale and the swelling'll go down in a few days. I'll use that time for my bruised ribs to heal. The knuckles, they always take the biggest beating in a fight and it shows. I have to knock this shit off, or I'll permanently disable or disfigure myself. What will the ladies think of me then?

I lead a solitary life. It's filled with work and women. The work is driving a local transfer truck dispatched out of a warehouse. Ever since I paid the tractor off I've been making pretty good money. Well, enough money to support my habits and then some. My dispatcher doesn't care how awful I look when I come in showing that I pissed someone off just as long as I get there early and make the deliveries on time. I get there early to get the best routes. This morning is no exception. My route should take me through most of the afternoon to complete and then it's back to the warehouse, drop off the signed manifests and go home.

When I get home the aches and pains are now a low throbbing that reminds me I'm healing. A hot shower and careful grooming and I'm good to go for another night looking for ladies. Most men spend a lot of time thinking about women and having sex with them. I'm no exception. My problem is that I'm attracted to women that already have a date, boyfriend or husband. I guess the attraction is that unattached women are that way for a reason, and the attached ones are that way for a reason, too.

Sure, there are very desirable unattached women out there but I try to steer clear of them. Usually they're either just coming off a breakup or fucked up (they can be both). I avoid them because I don't want to have to deal with their drama and emotional baggage.  So, it's off to one of the local hangouts that are well known and used for hooking up. Just a quick question, why do guys bring their women to these places? I mean, they know they're going to be hit on. Unless they like getting pissed off and probably in a fight, why bother? But, they do and that's where I come in.

I think I'm an average looking guy when not healing. When everything is in place and its normal shape, size and color I don't stand out in a crowd. While I don't dress expensive I dress and groom very clean. Experience tells me that that is high on a woman's priority list and one of the first things she notices. I'm guessing they have their own fantasies; chief among them is that they don't picture themselves going to bed with a dirty smelly brute.

I'm not into one-night stands although I have plenty of them. It's just that, given a choice I'd like to string as many nights together with one woman as I can. It saves the wear and tear on my body and gives me more time to enjoy them. I try not having sex with more than one woman at a time. It just gets too complicated separating them out in my mind and I'm really afraid I'll call one by the other's name. What's the worst that can happen if I do? Not much, except that we're probably history and I always have the other to fall back on. It's just that I don't want to disrespect them. After all, they're sharing their most prized possession, their bodies with me. Why would I abuse that?

So, here I am at Sonny's Bar nursing a beer, looking and smelling good with my back to the room. I always start out using the mirror behind the bar to check out the crowd. Harry's tending bar tonight and a friend. He knows me and what I'm about. If there are women on the prowl, or outstanding that makes the effort worthwhile he'll let me know. Tonight it's a group of three off to the side but close to the dance floor. They've been taking turns coming to the bar for refills. Harry tells me the brunette's approaching. He moves over and starts saying something as if we're talking so she'll nestle in next to me.

Her perfume arrives before she does. She smells nice. Her reflection says she's probably late 20's, early 30's. Everything else is average or better except the smile. It has a personality of its own. "Hey, sorry to interrupt but can I have two Miller Lite's and a Rob Roy?"

"You're not interrupting. We were just talking about your beautiful smile. Harry, fix the lady up, will you? Which one are you?"

"Huh? What do you mean, which one am I?"

"Beer or the Rob Roy?"

"Oh, I'm the Rob Roy. So, you think I have a nice smile?" [If she hadn't answered that way I would have told her I could see that smile across a darkened room, or some trash like that.] I told her that, anyway. She turned to face me and leaned on the bar and put her arm on the bar top. She smiled and the room lit up.

"It's nice to get an unsolicited compliment. I'll take it assuming it was offered with the best intentions." At this point I could have gone into the 'aw, shucks, I didn't mean anything by it, please excuse me for being so forward' routine. Her self-confidence told me to be a little more forward.

I went with, "Anyone with that smile has my attention. I'd like to get to know you better to see if the rest of you matches up. Harry, I'll get these. Hold my drink, will you? Come on, let me help you and you can introduce me to your friends. After that maybe we can do that get-to-know-you-better thing. Say, why don't you leave your drink here? Harry'll hold them for us till we get back, okay?" I grabbed her beers before she could answer and started for her table. She stood there with one hand on her hip and head bent to the side, smiling as if I was funny. She turned back to Harry and said something before following me, leaving the Rob Roy on the bar.

That's all I needed to know to take it to the next level. "Hi, ladies. I'm your server tonight. My name's George, as in Clooney. Yeah, except my name isn't Clooney. Here're your beers. Seriously, I'm not your server it's just a pickup line only I'm not trying to pick you up. Oh, there you are. Can you introduce me to your friends?" I leaned over and whispered, "I'm George" in her ear.

"This is Ann Marie and Julie. This is George."

"We know. He's not Clooney."

"Could you excuse us, we left our drinks at the bar and a whole bunch of questions I'd like to ask?"

Ann Marie and Julie looked at their friend to see if it was all right with her, and then each other before breaking out in smiles wishing us well. I took her hand and led her back to the bar. Grabbing our drinks I said, "Find us a place where we can hear each other and I can see that smile."

We sat at a small table away from the crowd but in sight of her friends. "So, who are you and what brings you out on a weekday evening?"

"I'm Dara. Hey, don't overdo the smile thing. There's more to me than just that."

"That's what I'm hoping."

"We're celebrating. Annie's divorce finalized today and Julie's husband is out of town. Me? I'm unattached. I'm coming off a failed relationship. I didn't want to rush into anything on the rebound. So, it's been about three months now and everything is starting to feel normal, again. No, I haven't given up on men, yet. I can't see a life without them."

It was at this point that my thing about unattached women started kicking in. Maybe I should just cut and run?

"What do we do? We don't work together. We're just good friends that go back a ways. We're from the area. I'm a photographer, a photographer's assistant. I like it because it allows me to express my creativity. Every day's different and my boss teaches me a lot. I'm good enough that he sends me out on assignments by myself. Yeah, I'm well known and the future holds promise. That's why I'm smiling. Ann Marie is an accountant. Her ex was her partner. That made the divorce more complicated than it needed to be. Don't ever think accountants are dull. Annie's a firecracker and keeps us all laughing and wondering what'll she do next. Julie is a stay-at-home mom. She's the only one with kids and loves it. So, that's the short story on us. What do you do?"

"I'm an independent contractor in shipping and freight transfer. It's not glamorous but it's steady, the pay is good and I'm home every night. The hours are good, too. I can generally make it here for dinner and a beer before the kitchen closes. Speaking of dinner, have you had something to eat? I'm starved."

We spent the next hour or so eating, drinking and talking. She was interesting and funny, and, of course, when she turned the smile on I sat back and enjoyed it. Maybe I could relax my no-unattached-women rule this time. I do that occasionally when there aren't any alternatives around. I guess I didn't scare her because she spent most of the prime hookup time with me.

I always like a cup of coffee after a steak. While we waited for it I asked her to dance. Nothing wild, just slow enough that we could dance with each other and not gyrate around the floor. By this time her friends were dancing and had a couple of guys on their strings. Ann Marie was getting into it. Julie was having a good time but held back a little.

We got back to the table as the coffee arrived. She was on her?th Rob Roy and handling it well. I looked up after getting the coffee ready to find her checking me out real close. Almost like studying me. "What?"

"You know, as a photographer I spend a lot of time studying people to frame shots and figure out the best lighting. Before I even take the picture I know if it will be flattering or something special. It all has to do with the subject. Bone structure, features, complexion, muscle tone, you know, the stuff that makes them them. This is especially true when their face is an open book about their life. Every now and then someone comes along with enough of that stuff going on to make a truly great picture.

"I've been looking at you closely for some time now and think you might be one of those people. Would you be interested in posing for me?"

Huh? What was this? Did this woman have a great pickup line, or what? If there was any good news here it was that I had something (?) she wanted. Pressing the advantage I answered, "Damn. And, here I thought you were interested in me because you found me attractive. Now I find out that's all I am."

"Oh, no, not attractive, interesting. God that sounds awful. I'd say you're handsome in a hard sort of way. Here. Let me show you what I mean." With that she reached over and touched my eyebrow. I winced and pulled back. It's where I took a left hook. I didn't see it coming. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you're hurt. I'm really very, very sorry. Are you okay?" She was desperately trying to make her point without offending me.

Before this got out of hand I told her I understood. Then to make sure she knew she hadn't hurt me I said, "I'm getting better. Maybe it's these bumps and bruises you find interesting?"

"That may be. Tell you what. I need to get you in front of a camera before you heal too much. I sound kind of morbid, don't I? What's the soonest you could come by the studio?"

"Tomorrow, after work. Do you want me cleaned up or not?"

"Oh, no. Don't clean up. Come in from work. If we need to we can clean you up at the studio. Bring a fresh change of clothes just in case."

"On one condition. We go out on a date, a real date this weekend."

"Sure, I'd like that. Here's my studio address and phone number. Here's my landline phone number, and here's my cell. Here, take my cell and key in your number. If you can't make it for any reason call me and we'll reschedule. Okay? Good."

I didn't take her home. I lost that chance to her friends but I had lined something up for tomorrow night so this evening wasn't a total loss. I made it to her studio shortly after 5. I thought I could work on her while she was taking pictures and maybe we could go out after. Who knows where the evening could end up? She threw a monkey wrench in the works by having her boss there to help with all the technical stuff. From the beginning it was clear he was letting her make all the decisions. I'm guessing he was doing this so she could claim credit for her work.

I didn't know what they were doing or why but every so often they'd change things around. When they did they'd call me over to see the latest pictures on a computer screen. They explained the differences between shots and what they were trying to do. At first it was interesting but soon was over my head.

Then Dara asked me to take off my shirt. She took a few shoots and then reviewed them with her boss. After a few minutes, she came over and said they wanted to try something to accent my muscle definition. While he worked the lights she started rubbing me down with vegetable oil. "This will be a pain in the ass to wash off. We have a shower here so it shouldn't be too big a deal."

I'm not sure what was going on here. We started out taking pictures of my face and head. Now we're on to my chest. What's next, my dick? By now we had been at it for about an hour when they suggested a break. I lounged around with just my pants and work shoes on. I couldn't put my shirt back on because of the oil.

Back to work Dara tells me she wants me to strike a heroic pose (?). I remember the shots and statues the Communists used to tell themselves that they were making sacrifices for their revolution. She is going for that look. She looked through several cabinets filled with junk and came away with a logging chain and sledgehammer. She had me wrap the chain around my wrist, holding it close at the end, and the sledgehammer by its handle just below the working end. With a foot resting on a fake rock she had me staring off in the distance with a tired look. Boy, they really liked the shots they took. "George, the Communists could have won the Cold War if they had you for their propaganda machine. This is great stuff. Let's take it a step further. Drop the pants and we'll try it again. No leave the underwear on unless you want to take them off. Let me rub your legs down with the oil."

What the fuck was going on here? I've never been ashamed of my body and wasn't now. Why don't I call her bluff? Something is not what it seems. Maybe this will make getting her in bed easier. Hell, I'm doin' it. I took my pants and shorts off and stepped out of them while Dara got the oil. I quickly tugged on my dick before she turned around to make it longer. It was still soft. She turned and came toward me as if a guy she hardly knows standing in front of her with his dick hanging out happens all the time. Maybe it does?

"Here, put a foot on my thigh so I can oil you." I'm standing on a raised platform. She puts a foot on it to give me something to step on. "Put a hand on my head to steady yourself. That's good. Okay, give me a minute and we'll do the other foot and calf." You've got to picture this if you can. Here I am, naked as a jaybird with my foot resting on her thigh midway between her knee and pussy. Because I'm on a platform my dick is at eye level, inches from her face and my hand on her head. Oh, sweet Jesus, if I start getting a hard on it'll smack her in the mouth! Goddamn it. Here it comes. Just then she stops and backs away changing her foot on the platform. "Okay, give me the other leg." It starts all over. I'm giving her a salute. She can't help but notice. She looks up at me and says, "I'll get to that in a minute," and continues as if nothing's going on. I mean, all she has to do is open her mouth, I gently pull on the back of her head and thrust my hips, and I'm in. This is the craziest thing I've ever done.

She finishes with the second leg and steps back. "Turn around and spread your legs." Oh fuck, here it comes. Her oily hands rubbing up and down my thighs, inside and out, shit, she might as well be jerking me off. Now it's the cheeks of my ass. There she goes for my ass crack. I mean, what's that all about? No camera can see in there unless my cheeks are spread. Holy shit! Is she planning to do that? Uh oh, there go the balls. Is she oiling them or playing with them? This is crazy but it sure feels good. "Okay, turn around." Good thing she stepped back. I've got a ragging hard on. She puts more oil on her hands and rubs it into my abdomen and then the groin. Last is my dick. She's giving it a good jerk and is probably putting more oil than is needed but I'm not complaining.

She's keeping a close eye on my pee hole. When she sees me oozing some juice she stops, rubs her thumb on the tip and says, "That should do it." I'll say. She stopped me just short of giving her the best I've got.

"Okay, let's see what we've got." Dara gets behind the camera and fiddles with it, looks through it and fiddles, again. I guess she's not happy with what she sees. Is it me, my dick or she hasn't got things lined up the way she wants? It'd be the first complaint I've had about my dick. I'm still holding the chain and sledge. How does someone look heroic with a hard on? Her boss comes over and makes a few suggestions. I've been so focused on Dara and my dick that I forgot about him. She's bobbing her head up and down listening to him when there's banging on the front door. She comes back to me and grabs my hips and moves me where she wants me while my dick is inches from her face. Now it's my turn to bob. She ignores me. Then it's back to the camera for more fiddling.

Meanwhile her boss goes to the front of the studio and I hear the door being unlocked and opened, and some mumbled conversation. The door closes and is locked. He comes back into the studio to see how Dara's doing. Close behind is Ann Marie and Julie. Holy shit! "Hi, Georgie," they called out in unison with big grins on their faces. Each had a large gym bag like thing over their shoulders. 

"I kind of lied last night when I said we didn't work together. They model for me sometimes. Yup, Annie's full-time job is accounting and Julie's the housewife I told you about. No, I didn't lie or mislead you about anything else.

"What's going on here? Well, in addition to character studies of interesting looking people I also dabble in the erotic. I was hoping to get you to do some naked stuff for me, too. The girls have come in to provide background for some of the shots. I want to do it at least two ways: them oiled up like you, and with a lot of makeup to create an interesting contrast to your tired and worn look. Then, if we have time I'd like all of you to get cleaned up and we do some stuff without the oil. You know, them draped all over you and such. What do you say? Are you up for that? The girls are, right, Girls?"

"Whatever you want, Dara."

"So, what do you say? Yes. Yes. Last night was a set up. We were looking for someone like you. I guess you could say we got lucky. I could also say, you got lucky but you're the best judge of that. So, what is it? Do we continue or call it a night?

"Hey, thanks, Charley. Yeah, I'll be fine now that Annie and Julie are here. Lock the door behind you. We'll clean up and lock the place tight when we're done. Good night."

All three turned to me with questioning looks on their faces. What would you do? I'll tell you, I wasn't so sure it was a no-brainer. I mean, after all, what were they really after? This could be a great rush and who knows where it could lead. In situations like this I always lead with my dick and it was saying 'Oh, hhhell, yes.'

So, we were on. Dara took her pictures and I kept my hard on. It was easy; Ann Marie and Julie were stripping out of their clothes down to their birthday suits. Then they started oiling each other up. They started easy, but it soon became two women clowning around, like a food fight in the school cafeteria. Dara gave me a break while she looked for more props. I found the bathroom and took a leak. What the fuck? In walks Julie just as cool as could be and starts the mirror routine while I'm standing there hosing down the bowl. It's a good thing I wasn't dropping a deuce. I shake the last few drops off and turn to leave, brushing my dick on her thigh. It wasn't planned. It just happened. She turned to me smiling and said, "Don't forget to put the seat down, Georgie," and turned back to the mirror still smiling.




On The Prowl



"Yeah, right." I fixed the seat and left. I really wanted to smack her on the ass but didn't. These women were just a little too confident and pleased with themselves. I decided to put them in their place if I could. I'd bide my time. If not tonight then another time.

I sat down in the studio while Dara gave the girls their props and told them what she wanted. Then it was my turn to get into the shot only now my dick was soft and hanging down. Maybe that's good enough for Dara's. "George, get it up. We need you fully erect for this shot." So, there I was playing with myself in front of three women, two of them as naked as me.

"Hey, what about them? Shouldn't their nipples be hard and sticking out, too?"

There was a pause in the action as Dara thought about it. "Thanks, George. That's a mistake on my part. Girls, work your nipples. If you need it there're ice cubes in the refrigerator."

It's so much harder to get aroused when you're doing it on purpose. Of course, it helps to see women fondling themselves but, even so... . "Say, I'm having a little trouble here. I could use some help or it might be a while." Ann Marie came over and asked how much help I wanted. Just as she wrapped her hand around my cock Dara yelled out for her to stop. She didn't want our oiled skins messed up. Annie looked up at me, smiled and promised me more, later. With that she gave my cock a hard squeeze before letting go. Well, maybe this shit was going to pay off after all! That thought helped me get it up.

"Alright everyone, strike the poses we talked about and hold them while I adjust everything." After a few minutes of fiddling Dara looked up and said, "Okay, here we go." After just a few shots she told the girls to move through several poses and attitudes but had me hold still. The girls are moving around and the lights are flashing like crazy until she stopped and told us to take a break.

Dara was studying the shots on her laptop when Annie came over and asked if I liked posing. I'm a little tall and she's a little short. I stepped off the platform so the difference wouldn't be so great and said that it was my first time but was enjoying it so far. Apparently they don't get to work with guys that often and were enjoying themselves. "Are you speaking for Julie, too?" She said she was but I had to check it out for myself, after all, Julie's the attached one.

"Hey, Julie. Is this working for you?" She looked over at me and then down at my dick (it was nearly its normal size and fading fast), and then back at me. She wasn't sure what I was asking so I helped her out. "Ann Marie said you guys don't work with guys that often. Are you okay with it?"

"Oh, sure. I grew up with older and younger brothers. I have a husband and two little boys at home. Seeing another dick is not very remarkable. I'm very comfortable around dicks, after all I've lived with them my whole life." She laughed as she said it.

"How does that work, you posing naked with guys? I mean, with a husband and all?"

"He knows I pose nude for Dara. He's happy that my body looks as good as it does and proud that a photographer thinks so, too. He's never happy when I pose with men but I tell him it's very professional and he has nothing to worry about. He's met Dara and Annie, and the other girls. He's seen the studio so he knows that what I'm telling him is true. He's even been here during some shoots. He likes to do that. He thinks Annie's sexy and it's a turn on for him when she's doing her thing with nothing on. She and I have a little fun with him when he's here. She always makes sure she goes over and talks to him at some point. Naked, of course."

"Is it true?"

"What?"

"It all being very professional, and all? I mean, I have a hard time believing you can spend a couple of hours naked with men and not feel something. Sex is sex, and if you're attracted to someone well something's got to happen especially when you're all naked to start with, right?"

"Well, of course that's true. You guys can't hide your reaction when you're attracted to someone. It's kind of hard not to notice an erection. We're lucky. If we're attracted it only shows in our eyes. I deal with it by keeping it light. Like you rubbing your dick on me in the bathroom and me ignoring it."

"Hey, no. That was an accident. It's so tight in there it would have been hard not to rub up against you."

"Yeah, sure. You could have turned your back to me instead. See, you're starting to blush and your dick is getting hard. I had it right all along. Look, I'm going to have to work to keep it light. You're an attractive man in ways that I like so let's just keep it light, okay? Here, look in my eyes. You can see what I'm talking about." I looked and there was something there. I'm not sure what but it was a softened look with fire deep inside. Then I did something foolish. It just happened. I didn't think about it until after I already reached up and felt her breast. As my hand closed over it I softly rolled and pinched her nipple between my thumb and finger. When she didn't pull away, I leaned in and kissed her. As I came closer her dreamy eyes closed and didn't open until after I pulled back. "See, that's what I mean. Let's just keep it light."

I didn't realize it but I still had my hand on her breast and was softly playing with her nipple. She reached up to push my hand away when I pushed hers away, instead. She could have backed away but didn't. I leaned in and kissed her nipple and then letting her go with a gentle squeeze I stepped back and said, "Okay, Julie." But I knew we would be fucking each other senseless before long. She was simply too attractive and responsive to me.

Dara told us to get cleaned up. She wanted to see how well we looked together clean. By now it was getting late and I was going to call it quits to get something to eat. But, Dara was right; I had to get the oil off and cleaned up first. There was a shower off the bathroom. One of those industrial types with several shower heads. We all headed back there and started getting the oil off. Before stepping into the shower Annie sat down on the toilet and started to pee. Wow, these girls were something. 

Julie and I stepped into the shower and after getting the temperature right I asked if she wanted me to wash her back. She wanted to do mine so we made a deal. I made sure my soapy hands got into the crack of her ass. For a mother of two she sure had a nice firm ass. I liked it. After spending too much time there she told me to switch. She was really enjoying scrubbing me down.  She said she liked showering here because there was plenty of room for more than one person. Just then Annie came in and joined us. Seeing that Julie had my back she came over and asked me to do hers. No problem. I made sure the crack of her ass was clean as well. She turned around and started scrubbing my chest. It wasn't long before she had a firm grip on my dick. It was more like stroking than scrubbing it but it felt good enough to let her continue. After she got my cock and balls clean I went over to one of the benches and started on my legs. She followed me over and poked me in the ass as I bent over. I jumped and she laughed. Then she asked me to get her legs when I finished mine.

She sat on the bench next to my foot and moved it to her lap. "Here, let me get your feet and legs." She cleaned and kissed every toe before going to my calf. I started to get hard when she washed my thighs. Bent over like she was, she was in the best position to take me in her mouth. Have you ever had your thighs stroked while getting a blowjob? I recommend it. She was bringing me close when she stopped and said, "Okay, now it's my turn." Instead of standing up she turned and lay down. With her hands above her head, her legs spread and her knees bent was she asking me to wash her or fuck her? If Julie wasn't there shampooing her hair I would have fucked her. But, I did the next best thing. I gave her a massage as well as washed her. A lot of that time was spent on her breasts and pussy. It's very important to get a pussy's inside very clean. I didn't overlook it.

Annie was slowly moving around and making soft noises when Julie came over and checked the action out while drying her hair. After a moment or two she reached down and put a hand on the back of my head, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Don't forget your hair." Then she straightened up and moved to Annie's head. Leaning down she gave her a lingering kiss on the lips and said, "You, too, Sweetheart," as she caressed Annie's hair. Did I just see what I saw? Do these two have a thing going on? Holy shit! This could get exciting.

I stopped jerking Ann Marie and told her we needed to finish up and get to the studio. When we got there Dara looked pissed off. You must be really clean. You took long enough."

I said, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Me, too."

"Okay, let's get you under the lights. Take any pose. I'm just checking the lights and you skin contrasts. She took a couple of shots and then went to the laptop. After a minute or too, she said, "Okay, Julie. Darken your tan for next time. I don't care how you do it, sun, tanning salon or spay on, just a shade or two darker. Annie, you and George are fine. Keep it that way. George, shave yourself next time. It was okay with all the oil. It doesn't look as good as it could without it. We need you to be as bald as Ann Marie and Julie are."

Next time? Was I signing up for a long-term gig? "I've never shaved myself before. I don't know how. I'm afraid I'll cut myself."

"Oh, don't be a baby. Just do it, get some help or I'll do it. I can guarantee you don't want that. I might be worse than you."

I turned to Julie and raised an eyebrow. "How about it Julie? I'll buy you and Ann Marie dinner tonight?" I wanted to find out more about them and this photography thing.

"Sure, I'll shave you, Georgie and dinner sounds good, too. I'm starved. How about you, Annie? Good. Hey, Dara, when do you want us back, same time next week? Okay."

We dressed, in front of each other. I enjoyed the action. They acted like I wasn't even there. Oh, they were just too cool and sure of themselves for their own good. Somehow, someway, someplace they were going to get theirs and I'm just the man to give it to them.

We left Dara to clean and close. She invited herself to our dinner and said she'd meet us there. I let the three of them pick where we were going. We hopped in Julie's car. I sat in the back, and we headed out. They picked some dive that, according to them, had great fish and chips (for you Southerners, that's deep fried fish [not catfish] and French fries). We ordered and while waiting for their wine and my beer I started grilling them.

"You know, sometimes things aren't what they seem. For instance, what was that kissing in the shower all about? I mean, both of you seem to be normal healthy girls, as far as I can tell. It caught me off guard. What am I missing here?" The drinks showed up giving them time to think how to answer.

When Ann Marie looked at Julie, Julie shrugged her shoulders and said, "You go ahead, Annie."

"Well, Julie and I go back a long ways."

"Dara said that last night only she included herself as well."

"That's true. Along with a couple of other girls, and we kind of hit it off in middle school and have been best friends ever since. With school sports, sleepovers, shared vacations and stuff, it's kind of hard not to get to know each other well, really well, if you get my meaning. We went through puberty together, God, that was horrible, dating, experimentation and exploration, and losing our virginity together. Along the way we found out, first hand, what the other likes. Let me tell you exactly what I mean. Julie can get me off harder and faster than anyone else. But, guys are still our main thing. I was married for a few years and loved it. Julie's married and has no plans to leave her husband or men, either. Like me, she loves having a nice hard dick pumping its cum in her more than anything. We still get each other off, it's comfortable and familiar, but not as much as we used to. We only do it now when Dara calls for it in her studio. You know, when she's taking pictures."

"And, very good pictures they are at that," Dara said as she joined us.

"So, you do sex on camera. Is that where tonight's going? Dara, just what do you do with the pictures you take?"

"The erotica stuff I sell. They're mostly picked up by print media and Internet sites that specialize in high concept and art images. The sex stuff goes to those into porn. I run a couple of sites myself, one of each type. Believe me, finding models and taking the pictures is the easy part. Updating and maintaining those sites is where all the work is."

"How do you make your money?"

"Outright sales and advertising."

"What are your costs?"

"I'm lucky that Charley let's me use the studio after hours for nothing. If I use it during the day it's a flat hourly rate. The models get paid according to what I can afford and their earning potential for me."

"Oh, so I'm getting paid for tonight's pictures?"

"No. Tonight was like an audition. After I see what I can get with you I'll decide if you're what I'm looking for. If you are then you'll sign a model release and get paid every time you work for me."

"So, when will you know if you want me for real?"

"I already know. You came through camera very well this evening. Enough so we're doing it again next week, right?"

"What about the sex stuff?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. There'll be plenty. One thing, though, it's very important that you don't get off until I tell you. I can't have you walking around with a limp dick when you're on the clock."

Ann Marie and Julie were sipping their wine looking at me while Dara was talking. The fish and chips arrived. We stopped talking and started eating. Dara ordered wine and a salad.

Between bites I asked for background information on Ann Marie and Dara. It turns out the modeling is what caused Annie's divorce. He didn't like the idea of her getting naked and nasty with men and women. From his point of view, publishing the results was more than he could handle. Can't say I blame him. Of course, this meant she was on the rebound, a bad place for her and me to be. I don't want to get involved with someone that's needy. They suffocate you.

Dara's another story. She's divorced and has been for some time. Her thing is girls. While the others enjoy women but are clearly heterosexual, Dara prefers girls. She will occasionally do a guy just like a vegetarian will have a hamburger every now and then for the protein but her heart belongs to pussy. That's an interesting form of attachment. Maybe I could do her? I wonder what it would be like.

Julie came over to my place during the week to give me a shave. I got the supplies she wanted and met her at the door in shorts. "Hi, Georgie. Are you ready to get really naked? You know, I've been thinking about this since last week and am worried that it's going to be a bigger deal than we planned. I mean, you're hairy all over. We'll have to shave all of you just so you don't look weird with a bald dick and balls in a forest of hair."

It took a long time to shave everything. She even got my armpits. Of course, being a woman, and a very sexually charged one, she saved my cock and balls for last. She worked up to them by shaving my thighs stopping just short of my crotch. That started my hard on. "Georgie, that's good, a hard on makes it easier to shave close in." Just how many cock and balls has she shaved?

I was lying down on my kitchen table at this point when she finally grabbed my dick and started stroking it to make it 'easier.' She started with the clippers to get it down to stubble. Then she let go of my dick. Being an old hand shaving men, she let it flop on my abdomen so she could get to my balls. My dick started shrinking with my anxiety. Girls, there's nothing a guy is more gun shy about than his balls. She started with the clippers, again. It kind of tickled and I jerked in reflex. "You can't do that when I've got a razor in my hand." She took my balls in one hand and rolled them around while clipping. She was pretty good at it. Before long my dick started coming out of hiding as I enjoyed her work.

"Okay, I saved the best for last. Roll over and stick your ass in the air. I'm going to get your ass crack and that little button at the bottom, right up to your balls and then we're done." This could be good or bad. I've never had anyone spend any time down there so I wasn't sure what to expect.

It turns out the crack was pretty straightforward. Of course, I was a little nervous at first but she was done before I knew it. I got real tense when she lathered my asshole. I don't know if she was having fun (at my expense) or just being thorough but she slipped her fingers (first one and then another) in and started wiggling them around. Holy shit. Was she trying to get me off? I'd never felt anything like that before. After the initial shock it started feeling real good. I could feel my balls starting to pull up. It was the damnedest thing. If she hadn't stopped then I'm sure I would have shot my load without ever getting hard. "Just a little trick I learned. I was poking your prostate gland. Did you like it?" Pros..., what? "Now, be very still. I don't want to cut you." Boy, that's just what you want to hear. I set my jaw and bore down. Boy, that's a trick, tensing your body while letting your asshole relax.

She danced around my asshole for only a moment and finished with the hair between it and my balls, and then we were done. "Okay, jump in the shower and rinse all that stuff off. After you've dried off I'll show you how to treat the skin so you don't get a rash and raise bumps.

She was rubbing me down with lotion that made my skin feel real good. The problem was I smelled like a woman. All the stuff they sold had perfume in it. After listening to me complain Julie said she'd bring some stuff in that wasn't perfumed. Of course, she saved my cock and balls for last. She spent a lot of time down there and it soon was clear that she was jerking me off. When I started oozing she changed her attack and talked me through it with, "Come on, Baby. Give me what you've got. That's it. Come on. Come on. Oh, yeah. That's it. Look at you. How much more do you have for me? Oh, Baby, you did good, real good. I'm going to take this home with me." What was she taking, my dick? She took all my cum she caught in her palm and swallowed it. Smiling, she reached up and kissed me on the cheek. "Do the lotion at least one more time before coming to the studio. Bring your shaving gear and I'll give you a final touch up before Dara starts."

Then with a, "Bye, Georgie," she was gone leaving me standing there bare and smooth as the day I was born with a little cum dripping out of my dick. Jesus, she had explored every inch of my body, stuck her fingers in my ass and jerked me off and I hadn't even touched her. What the fuck was I turning into?

I showed up at the studio before Julie to find Ann Marie and Dara already there. Ann Marie had a dressing gown on and was walking around in shower flops. Dara was busy setting up the lights and set for the shoot when she noticed me. "Well, what's it going to be, tame or explicit?

"Well, it all depends on you. You still owe me a date. And, now that I know you do guys, the date has to be a girl/guy thing. If you can't make it then I guess it'll be tame."

"Are you saying that I have to fuck you to get you to have sex with my models? If you are then forget about it."

"No. No. What I'm saying is if we go on a date I don't want my chances hurt by you liking girls, too."

"I can live with that. After all, I did enjoy jerking you with oil, and the time we spent at the bar."




On The Prowl



"Okay, we're on. And, I guess it's explicit."

"Good. Here's what we're going to do today ... "

It sounded like a whole lot of foreplay to me. That's okay but I was interested to see how the girls would react. About that time Julie walked in with her gym bag and right behind her was some guy. Uh, oh! Maybe that's her husband. What does this mean for Dara's plans?

"Hey, Julie how're you?" She came over to me while the guy went up to Dara and started talking. She was doing most of the talking and his head was bobbing up and down. "Who's the guy?"

"Oh, that's Jimmy. Dara uses him sometime. I guess she plans to have him in today's shoot. Remember, you didn't commit to sex on camera so I'm guessing she's hedging her bets. What did you decide? So, you're going to fuck us. No. He's not my husband. There is something you need to know about Jimmy, he's bisexual. I wonder if Dara's going to have him go both ways?"

Huh? Before I could say anything my dick started yelling, "Oooh, hhhell no!!! I ain't going there!!!"

"That's some bullshit. Dara didn't say anything about me doing a guy, for Christ sakes! She can just forget about it. It ain't happening. I do girls and that's all I do!"

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. I want to know that the guy I'm fucking likes it. Come on Georgie. Let's go shower and I'll touch up your shave. Say, how's your skin? Have the rash and bumps gone away? Good."

We stripped and headed for the showers. Julie brought a robe with her and put it on. Next time (if there is a next time) I should bring one, too. Ann Marie joined us. We scrubbed each other down with a little more care than was needed but no one complained. Jimmy came in when we were almost finished. "Hi, girls. Whose the guy?" He walked over to me (you've got to picture this, two naked guys, one's gay and they're meeting for the first time) with his hand out. "Hi, I'm Jimmy, one of Dara's models." After I introduced myself the bozo steps back and checks me out, top to bottom and then back up. Halfway up he paused to get a good look at my dick. Remember I'm bald now so he can see every fold, wrinkle and vein, the asshole. He returns my gaze and says, "Nice."

Nice? You cocksucker! He'd better keep his distance or it'll be a while before he does any modeling unless Dara's looking for someone with a puffy face. Sensing my mood Julie called me over to the bench for inspection and touch up. When she got to my cock and balls I started getting a hard on. She wanted to know if it was her or Jimmy, the bitch. Oh, am I going to fuck her. When she comes back from la-la land my dick is the only one she's ever gonna want. Her husband's losing her today, Baby. Then we'll see how funny she is. Maybe I'm overreacting here. Well, I'm going to give her a good hard fucking, anyway.

We all dried off before returning to the studio. Julie helped me rub down with the lotion she brought me. Thank God I didn't smell like a whore for the tooty-fruity, anymore. After getting the parts I'd have trouble reaching she headed to the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup. Ann Marie was already there. Over her shoulder she suggested I find out what Dara was planning as she walked away.

Dara said my agreeing to do explicit shots and Jimmy showing up changed what she wanted to do. Oh, really! She said the soft shots might include Jimmy and me, but with no action. Okay, I could do that. Then there would be some girl-girl and guy-girl action. Okay. I could do that. Then she asked me if I was interested in some guy-guy action. I told her 'No' as clearly as I knew how. I guess my real feelings showed because she spent a little time backing away from that and cooling me down. Julie was right. If she could get it, she wanted it. Well, she wasn't getting it with this boy.

Dara spent the first hour doing solo shots of us. With Jimmy and me she wanted us with and without hard ons. The girls helped fluff us. This time it was Ann Marie jerking and blowing me. The damnedest thing happened. I started getting jealous of Jimmy being fluffed by Julie. I mean, all we had ever done was kiss and feel each other up. Now, I'm starting to feel some kind of attachment to her.  Attached to an attached woman. Is that fucked up or what? This is so totally unlike me. I fuck women, not feel anything for them.

Jimmy got and held his hard on better than me. Good, that meant less that Julie had to do, and more time for me to enjoy and encourage Ann Marie. She's very good and loves to torment me with her finger flicking in and out of my ass. It wasn't long before I looked like a weather vane and was good to go.

The girls did their solos and were very beautiful in their makeup and the dramatic lighting. Then it was time for a little girl-on-girl action. I really enjoyed this. I've not had much chance to see this stuff live. The girls knew each other well and were getting good responses from each other. Dara was shooting away and the lights were flashing when Ann Marie started orgasming. Julie kept her there, and kept her there as she Oooooed and Aaahhhed, and her body jerked. I started feeling sorry for Annie being out of it for so long but Julie knew her well and brought her down before too long. When Annie returned she was heaving and rubbing her clit while slowly rolling her hips into her hand. Her other hand was pinching and pulling her nipple while Julie caressed the other as she whispered in her ear, and gave her short little kisses. The only way to describe it was I was looking at love. They really did go back a long way.

When they were done they just lay there enjoying the afterglow of a pretty intense fucking. Dara kept on shooting. I was aroused, too. Dara looked at Jimmy and me and suggested we all take a break. Julie did a very nice thing then. She came over, took my hand and dragged me to a love seat. She curled up on my lap and buried her head in my shoulder, her arms around my neck and asked me to hold her. We didn't say a thing. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, and leaned my head on hers. After a few minutes she unwound herself, gave me a kiss and thanked me. Wow. I could learn to really like this stuff.

Then it was time for the guy-girl stuff. Dara paired me with Ann Marie. I was disappointed but could understand why.  She had Julie and Jimmy up first to show me how she worked and what she wanted. The jealousy returned. I hated to see him caressing and kissing her body. I hated her responses even more. The worst of it was after he was in her and pumping away she was becoming more aroused and frantic in her movements. Finally, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and started fucking him back. Now it was his turn to react to her. Her hips were pounding into him so hard I hoped she gave him bruises. Their arousal built together until they finally climaxed. Julie was more vocal about it than Ann Marie and let out a scream when she came. Jesus, that was intense. I had a raging hard on. I looked over at Annie and saw her jerking off. I don't know how Dara could keep on shooting but the lights never stopped flashing. Annie leaned over to me and said, "Jesus, is she great or what? That's my girl."

When I asked if she always got off like that Ann Marie started laughing very softly so no one else could hear. "Georgie, you've got to learn something about girls. They have many different levels and types of pleasure. The good ones can control their bodies so that you'll never know the difference between an award-winning performance and the real thing. Let me explain. Did you notice Jimmy and me? I got off really well with him. It wasn't up there with the best orgasms I've ever had but it was pretty good and he satisfied me. Now, with Julie, that was just a so-so fuck with a lot of ad-libbing on her part to make it look world-class. Jimmy did the best he could and for Dara's purposes it was plenty good. After all, when it comes to fucking, no one looks at the guy."

Dara gave everyone a break after that to cool down. To my surprise and relief, Julie unwound herself from Jimmy as soon as Dara told us to break. She held Julie back to take after-shots of Jimmy and her juices flowing out of her. While I liked what I was seeing and thought the pictures would be hot I wished it was my stuff and not Jimmy's. Julie left to clean herself off after pulling a douche from her bag.

"Okay, George, I'd like to do the same with you and Annie. Let's get going it's getting late."  Minor differences in positions and preferences caused our pictures to be different but no less intense. Annie was very skilled bringing me along and drawing out my climax. She's hot and has a lot of energy. By my measure she was a very good fuck. I really enjoyed her and looked forward to fucking her again, and as often as I could. She assured me that I gave her several orgasms but after her sideline coaching on women I started having doubts about myself for the very first time.

Dara finished and said it would be some time before she could review it all, when she had she'd give us a call to schedule another shoot. Jimmy almost ran out the door saying he had a hot date (with what?). Annie left right after him. Dara had me stay to fill out the paperwork while Julie waited for me (an encouraging sign). I signed the releases. Dara gave me a fee schedule that she used and an envelope containing my pay. Julie took her envelope and walked out the door with me. We had agreed earlier to have dinner together.

We walked to a greasy spoon nearby and found a table where we could talk. "Well, what did you think of your first porn shoot?"

"I liked you and Ann Marie, and her and me."

"What? Nothing with Jimmy in it?"

"Hell, no. He gives me the creeps.

"Tell me, was that real with Jimmy? Ann Marie told me that you can give great performances without really feeling it."

"Ann Marie knows too much and talks too much about me. Yes, that was mostly for the camera. I don't know if Jimmy could tell the difference. Don't worry; what Ann Marie doesn't know is what sex is like for me in the privacy of my bedroom without an audience. What do you say we go eat and then I'll show you what I mean?"

"What about your husband and kids?"

"They don't come home for another two days."

"Maybe I'll call in sick tomorrow."

"Maybe you'll have to."



On The Prowl



The music slammed into me as I stepped through the door, instantly making me think of hot, hard, and furious sex. The bar was packed, it was a holiday after all, and by the looks of thing, not too many were going to be going home alone. The dance floor looked like a humpfest. Dark and smoky and crowded, it was the perfect place to meet a Valentine's Day lover.

I stood off to the side to observe, looking through the men like an old lady checks fruit for ripeness in the grocery store. I wanted to dance and flirt but required a man that was my style. Nope, too skinny. That one's dancing like a monkey on crack. Jesus, is that dude wearing an ascot? The prospects were looking slim. 

The song ended and I decided to find a place at the bar. I needed a drink. I was aware of the appreciative looks I got from the men and the equally hostile looks from the women as I bellied up. "Double of Jose Gold," I shouted, the music having just beaten me to the punch, and felt my body begin to move to the fast tempo of the song. 

I looked at myself in the mirror behind the bar. The dress was hot, I had to admit. Never one to be shy, I had chosen the most daring and sexy dress the store had offered. It was red, of course. A raging, flaming, fire engine red. Reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe's famous white number, it was stunning with my figure, which is full without being fat. I had completed the look with stockings and high, strappy red heels. A red thong was all I wore beneath and I could see my nipples, hard and round as cherries, thrusting against the silky fabric. The red was highly complimentary to my olive complexion, long and dark hair, and blue eyes. 

The drink was placed before me and I reached for my little red purse. The bartender shook his head and pointed down the bar. Leaning forward I looked down the bar to my left and smiled generously at the man that had paid for my drink and managing not to wince when he smiled in return. He was missing at least three teeth and had chosen to replace them with gold ones. Not on your life, buddy boy, I thought as I gave him a little wave. 

I lifted the glass to my lips, almost moaning as the smooth bite of the alcohol warmed me from the lips down. I have never diluted my tequila flavor with lime, lemons, or salt, preferring instead to embrace the burn and savor the kick. It was like a lover's kiss trailing down through my body and I felt myself actually tighten at the prospect.

A low voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. I again looked at my reflection and smiled slowly. Time to go a hunting. I turned slowly, scanning the crowd but searching only for one. There.

The lead singer of the band. His voice was like whiskey and sex and heat, all rolled up into this low throb, which I immediately felt echo in my nether regions. He was tall, averagely built, but with muscle definition I could see as he gripped the mic stand and sawed out his lyrics. Good sized hands too, I mused. His hair was a dirty blond with a shaggy cut, the longest strands brushing his shoulders. As he raised his face a bit I caught a flash of green eyes, a dimple at the corner of his mouth on the right side, and a five o'clock shadow. 

My knees went a little weak.

I watched him for awhile, noticing how the women flocked in front of the stage. Some of them weren't even pretending to dance; they just stood there watching him. A few others danced alone, while the rest tried to dance with partners while they refused to take their eyes off the stage. It looked pretty awkward. One of the girls, a blond, handed him a red rose at the end of the song. He dimpled and thanked her causing her to flush and ugly shade of mottled red and smile like she had just won the lottery. 

My eyes narrowed. Back off, bitches. He's mine. 

I looked around and was immediately rewarded. Tall, dark, and handsome just walked in. I waited until his eyes were on me and smiled invitingly, shifting slightly on my heels to stand with one hip cocked. He crossed the room and stood before me. "Hi, I'm Ryan."

The music began anew. I took the hand that he had held out for me to shake and tugged him out onto the dance floor. I did not look at the stage, but instead into Ryan's eyes, smiling at him in a way that promised more. Ryan was easy as pie, leaning in to me as we began to move to the music. It was more subdued than the others they had played. Low and sexy and somehow dark, the music began to invade my body like a physical touch and made me brush my chest against Ryan's. 

He grinned, his hands on my waist, and pulled me closer. I risked a glance over his shoulder and jolted as my eyes met those of the lead singer. He stared straight at me and I forgot the plan to be mysterious and to play the flirt, to draw his attention with the dance and then ignore him. I couldn't look away. He stared and sang, in that voice like velvet-coated barbed wired, caressing me and cutting me at the same time. Subconsciously, my lips parted and I began to pant, watching him grip the mic with both hands, wishing it was me. 

Ryan finally noticed that I was less than attentive to him and pulled back a little. It was enough to break the spell and I gave him an apologetic smile as I moved into his arms, running my hands over his back. He smelled good, like cologne and money, but I would bet my soul that the smell of sweat and man from the lead singer would be better. 

The song ended and Ryan led me to the bar. He ordered drinks and then turned to me, flashing pearly whites but sadly for him, no dimple. He caressed my hand as we waited, telling me about his car (his car?) and doing his best to hold my attention. The drinks came and he paid for his. He wanted to pay for both, but I refused. I wasn't going to be letting Ryan anywhere that he needed to buy me a drink to get into. 

He sipped as I tossed back the double shot of tequila, laughing at the way I licked my lips after. I looked into the mirror behind the bar. The band was taking a break it seemed. I felt my nipples draw up, tight and hard. I sat on the stool, legs crossed, and waited, willing him to come to me. A long-fingered, warm hand wrapped around my calf, drawing me out of my reverie, and Ryan leaned down to whisper in my ear. Something about it being Valentine's Day and all alone and let's get out of here and yada, yada, yada. 

He wouldn't be alone for long, I reasoned, he just wouldn't be with me. I had other plans. Suddenly, I felt him stiffen beside me and turn halfway around and glanced over my shoulder at what he was looking at. 

It was him; the dirty blond lead singer. 

Saliva flooded my mouth.

He held out his hand to me. Not in a "Hi, nice to me you" way, it was a "come with me if you want to live" kind of way. Hasta la vista, baby. I grasped his hand and slid off of the stool, leaving Ryan spluttering and pissed off behind me. I felt a bit guilty about leading him on but I figured that the ratio of single women to available men in this bar would take care of him pretty quick. I was getting dagger-looks from the girls that were still milling around the dance floor too. The corner of my mouth lifted in a sultry, catty grin. Sorry, bitches, he's with me.

He led me off to the side, through a door and into a darkened hallway. Neither one of us had said a word. His hands were large, calloused and strong, and the thought of them on my pampered skin made me wet. The anticipation didn't hurt either. Pushing open another door he led me into a softly lit room, only one small lamp glowing in the corner, and I realized that while half of the room was used for storage the other half looked like it was used to hang out. 

There was a couch, table, and lamp in one corner. Magazines lay scattered on the table along with an overflowing ashtray, a guitar pick, and a toothbrush. I only had a second to take this in when his much-fantasized-about hand clamped onto the back of my neck, making me gasp as he spun me around. His mouth slammed down onto mine. In a second, I was back against the wall, both of my wrists pinned in one of his hands held above my head as his mouth raged against my own, my purse dropped and forgotten on the floor.

There was no tenderness; that was something for other nights. No, tonight was about sex and hunger and need and lust. Tonight was about the need to feel my own control snap and to lose my mind with greedy ecstasy. 

He spread my legs with his knee, dipping down a little so his denim-clad hardness was nestled against my warm, wet core. I whimpered slightly as his tongue began to thrust in rhythm with his hips, assaulting me with pleasure. I felt a slow roll of fire ignite as my nipples brushed his chest and I moaned into his hot and demanding mouth.

I felt his teeth click into mine as he devoured my mouth and I dug my nails into his hand, feeling instant satisfaction when he gripped my wrists tighter and thrust hard against my pussy. He dragged his mouth away from mine, kissing and nipping along my jaw, clamping his teeth down on my earlobe while he flicked it with his tongue. I couldn't help the noise that escaped me as his shadowy stubble scraped my soft skin, a half breed cry between desire and protest, knowing that he would heed only the desire.

Hot wetness trailed down the side of my neck and when his mouth took my shoulder, just where it met my neck, in a hard, sucking love-bite I bucked against him, almost frantic now. Suddenly, my hands were released and I slumped against the wall, trembling as he slid the straps of the dress off my shoulders, murmuring in appreciation on my generous breasts with their dark rose tips. His eyes met mine and, once again, I couldn't look away. His chest heaved and his entire body seemed tight with barely leashed control. He cupped and lifted my breasts and I twined my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth towards my aching nipples. Needing no encouragement, his head bent to his work, tongue flicking and teasing over my swollen points. 

I gasped as he used his teeth and my hands fisted in his hair. He was skilled at bringing me to the edge of pain but never leaving the pleasure zone, a craft not mastered by many. My nipples were sucked into his mouth with a ferocity that left me stunned and I felt his hands slide to my hips, gripping them firmly and drawing our lower halves together so closely that I felt the ridge of denim on his fly against my clit, grinding and rubbing.

I was shaking head to toe as he stepped back; keeping me pinned against the wall with his hands on my hips. Looking into my eyes, he moved his hands and let the silk of my dress fall to the floor, leaving me clad in the red thong, garter belt and stockings. His eyes ran down my body and I swear I felt them caress me, taking in every inch of skin and lace and silk that I possessed. 

He hooked his thumbs in the trivial scrap of material that served as a waistband to the panties and yanked, snapping the tiny band with no effort and shocking me into overdrive. My heart pounded as he eyed me, grabbed my wrists once more and drew them above my head, trapping them again against the wall. His mouth fastened on my nipple and he thrust two fingers inside of my soaked cunt. My eyes went wide and blind with pleasure and I wanted to scream but only managed a squeaky gasp. 

My knees buckled. Thank God he had my anchored at the wrists or I would have fallen. I saw a flash of that damned dimple as he grinned at my reaction. I jerked and moaned as his fingers began fucking me in earnest, his thumb finding my clit and stroking with a touch that borderlined the supernatural in its ability. My hips thrust forward of their own accord, meeting his hand and demanding more.

His fingers disappeared from me all too soon and I heard the metallic rasp of his zipper and almost cried out in relief. He grasped me by my hips and lifted, my legs parting in invitation and rising to wrap around his waist as he thrust his hard cock to the root inside of me, my tightness so wet that there was no barrier to slow him. My nails dug into the hard muscles of his back and I sank my teeth into his shoulder while my body screamed with joy. 

In the distance I could hear the jukebox and general sounds of partying but the only sounds in the room were wet, meaty thrusts, my ass thudding into the wall, and my mewling gasps. My head dropped down to his shoulder and my spine rounded, tilting my hips forward to welcome even more of him into my snug wetness. He reached beneath me to grab an ass cheek in each hand, slightly spreading them, and my legs clinched in surprised pleasure. 

"Oh, God, yes! Just like that, baby." I whispered in his ear, feeling myself coming closer to the edge, knowing that it would be a matter of seconds before I shattered completely. He responded by doubling his effort, the pace now furious and nearly brutal. "Oh, God! I'm going to come!"

He slipped his right arm beneath my left knee and pushed it upwards, spreading and exposing me, and I nearly wept from sheer bliss. His hand curved around the back of my head and pushed down until I could see his cock pumping in and out of my swollen cunt.

"I want you to watch it!" He rasped, keeping my head pinned down. "Watch as I fuck you."

My vision swam with red swirls and I found that I could barely breathe in this position, and yet, I reveled in the dark wickedness of the act, feeling my juices flow and my pussy walls contract.

"You see how fucking hard I am for you? " His speed intensified and he began to grunt with the force of fucking me blind. I felt the spasms start at his words and lost control, my body bucking and thrashing against him as I released the scream that had been threatening me the whole time, digging my nails into his back as my vision faded to black. 

Dimly, I heard his own roar accompany me a second later. Hot, spurting cum drove deep into my pussy and I gasped; the force and the boiling heat against my bruised inner walls was almost more than I could bear. His hand released my head and I flung it upwards, dragging the cool, sweet air into my lungs with ragged breaths. He stepped closer to the wall, still pinning me against it, but now with a desire to be close and tender. 

I dropped my head onto his shoulder and he rested his forehead against the side of my neck, the sweat dripping off of him to run unencumbered down my breasts, both of us heaving from exertion. He pulled his arm from beneath my knee which allowed my leg to settle around his waist, bringing our bodies closer together, and reached below to caress my bottom. I smiled when I felt his kisses, so gentle now against the side of my neck and onto my shoulder. 

"I love you." He breathed as he continued to run his hands over my body, telling me without words that he couldn't stop touching me, that I was all that mattered in that moment. I trembled under his gentle, hard hands, loving that his guitar playing had given him the calluses that gave me goosebumps.

"I love you too, babe." I raised my head and looked into his eyes and smiled. "Happy Anniversary." 

"You too." He kissed my chafed lips, tracing them softly with his tongue before drawing me in to a passionate, yet, heartbreakingly sweet kiss. "My heart almost stopped when you came through the door."

"Why?" I grinned and stroked his sweat-dampened hair. "Afraid I wouldn't show?"

"I've been afraid every year for eleven years now." He grinned but I saw the sincerity in his eyes. "I keep thinking that this will be the year you just decide to stay home with the kids and leave my ass to the vultures."

I laughed, remembering the blond that gave him the rose. He might have had a hard time getting away from her if I hadn't been here. "Baby, I will always, always, come for you. As long as you play on Valentine's, I will be here to remind you of why we got married in the first place."

"Because you love me?" He questioned, nibbling on my bottom lip in a way he knew would drive me crazy.

"That, and because I can't imagine that anyone else could play my body the way that you do."

He smiled, flashing the dimple that I loved so much. "I love the guitar but I have to say that you are my favorite instrument to play."

I grinned. "Aaaannnd...." I drew out the word, watching his eyebrows rise with expectation, "Kim has the girls till tomorrow at noon, so I'm all yours for the rest of the night."

He squeezed my ass with both hands. "Good, come and keep the rest of the wenches off of me until we finish the next set. Then I'll take you home and ravish you again."

I laughed, and hugged him tight. "Anything for my Valentine."



On The Prowl



Wearing an emerald green camisole, black stocking length mini, and seamed stockings with the line going straight up the back of both legs and only stopping just below my ass, black stilettos deep merlot nails on my fingertips elongating my fingers, I take one last look in the mirror. My auburn curls are shoulder length and my green eyes are sparkling with both animalistic hunger and coy shyness.

I head to my favorite club wondering what the night will bring. Sitting at the bar I'm listening to the music and scanning the room. All over there are couples grinding their bodies to the beat. My body begins to move slightly to the music and can feel the pressure building inside of me. I need a man. Scanning the room again I see him. He is wearing a cobalt blue button down which nicely accentuates the blue of his eye and a pair of tight blue jeans that hug his body beautifully.

Turning from him I talk to the bartender to find out what the gentleman is drinking and have an Irish whiskey sent his way. Turning back again I find that he has disappeared and I am feeling disappointed that he wasn't the one. I turn back to the bartender and ask for a glass of white wine but before I could pay for my drink I see a flash of blue catch my eye and hand the bartender the money.

His fingertips brush my hair from my ear and he whispers thank you for the drink...my name is TJ...yours? Ryleigh I tell him and his face brightens up while he says a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman. Blushing intensely I could feel my eyes dance across his face.

He asks if I would like to join him in the corner booth so we can get to know each other a little better and I agree. Grabbing our drinks we both order another round to follow us to the table. The evening progresses and TJ and I get to know each other from grade school crushes to adult life heartaches.

No longer feeling as if I can hold back anymore, I lean in and kiss him full on the lips the heat is electrifying and at once I need to feel him everywhere. Our hands roaming each other's bodies we continue to kiss. My hands unbutton and slide the zipper of his jeans and slide it down. Immediately his cock springs to life under his boxers. I take his cock into my hand and I begin to stroke while his mouth finds a nipple beneath my cami and begins to suck. His hips lurch as he tries to fuck my hand but I hold him down still wanting to feel his cock growing inside my hand. Stroking, squeezing I can feel him getting harder and harder. He lifts my cami over my head and buries his face between my tits.

Not wanting to stop but wondering if we are being watched I turn slightly and gaze at the crowd. Seeing that we are still 'alone' I lift my skirt and straddle him. His cock slides deep into me filling a void that I had been feeling for way too long. With his hands on my hips and his mouth on my nipple I continue to ride his lap. He begins to thrust up into me as I grind my clit into him. His fingers slide into his mouth and then he slowly slides one then two deep into my ass. Feeling completely full I ride his cock and fingers and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. He whispers into my ear cum all over my cock baby and that is all I need to hear to release my juices. Groaning he continues to thrust up into my quivering pussy my juices dripping down his cock and balls. 

Lying me down on the seat of our booth he pulls my legs up to his shoulders and just folds me in half harder and harder he pounds into my pussy crying out I cum again and want him to do the same I clench my pussy walls around his cock as if I am pulling him in deeper still. Finally with a tremor and a shake I feel load after load of hot sticky cum shooting deep inside coating me. Slowly I feel him begin to soften inside of me as we continue moving together not wanting the moment to end. With one last thrust he pulls his now flaccid cock out of my sopping wet pussy. I start to close up my legs when all of a sudden his face dives deep into me. Licking, sucking, and nibbling at my lips. Tasting our juices together he continues to eat as if this were his last meal. Cumming again I press his face deeper into me wanting my nectar to cover his face. 

His face dripping he moves up to kiss me on my lips. He stares back into my eyes and says that was incredible! Lifting my head from the seat I again scan the crowd and see that no one is watching us. I look at TJ and I thank him for a wonderful evening. Sliding my cami back over my head I adjust my skirt and move away from the table. He grabs at my hand asking if he will ever see me again and I politely decline knowing that he was simply a random fuck and just someone that was at the right place at the right time. I make my way out of the bar and I see another gentleman look up from his drink and give me a wink I smile and wink back thinking to myself slyly this is going to be a long night...



On The Prowl



I notice her as soon as she enters the room, but then who wouldn't? She's a hot little number, about 5'4", I'd say, early thirties, all pink and blonde. Her hair falls in soft waves just below her chin and she's wearing the classic black dress that always looks so good on a someone like her. It's cut low to show off her creamy white boobs, and the whole package is completed by the sheer black hose and four inch pumps she wears below. Hot.

She's a pure femme, all soft and solicitous, not the type you usually see in a place like this. Already, everyone's got their eye on her, watching her sashay across the room in that slinky black dress, her hips swaying seductively as she goes. I'm sure she's exaggerating the movement, hoping to tempt us all. She's definitely looking for some action tonight. I wonder if she knows the territory as well as her actions imply. Whatever the case, I aim to give her what she's asking for.

We're on the prowl tonight, so the timing is perfect. "We" in this case means me and my girl, Tanya. Looking at her now, I can see she's thinking the same things about blondie as I am, the gears already turning in her head, thinking about how we're going to get her into our lair and what we might do when we get her there. I catch Tanya's eye and she gives me a sneaky, naughty smile that says I'm right.

"You want some of that, don't you girl?" I tease. 

She smiles widely and admits, "Looks like fun, doesn't it?" 

I grin back at her and respond, "Yeah, sure does. We better get at it before someone else makes a move."

Tanya and I have been together now for a couple of years. She's a few years younger than me - she was 23 when we met, and I was 26. Right now I think she's my soul mate, but who knows if that will last. She's worth having, though, easy-going and fun. And sexy as hell. People say we look like sisters, but I don't really think so. Tanya's lighter than me, a cafe au lait tone to my milk chocolate, and she's shorter than I am - 5'6" to my 5'9". We do have the same body type, though - athletic, not "thick" - and we both have nice sized boobs and the classic "sistah" bootie. Our hairstyles are different - mine in thick, broad curls, down past my shoulders, while Tanya's is a "pseudo afro" that sticks out in spots, framing her pretty face in a kind of wild look. In short, we're both kind of "lipstick lesbians", not femme or butch, just female, and we carry ourselves that way. I guess I do see some resemblance, but I don't like the creepy implication of the sister thing. Because no sisters (I hope!) would ever have the kind of torrid sex me and "Tee" have.

Which brings us back to tonight. Tanya and I have an exclusive relationship, with one special rule: We can have sex with anyone we want, as long as both of us are involved. So tonight we are out looking for prey, hanging out at the bar at Sophie's. We're both in a dominant mood, so we were hoping to find a hot ultra-femme or a cute little subbie chick. And we may have just found her. The fact that she's blonde, elegant, and curvy is just icing on the cake.

I follow blondie intently, keeping her in my sights as she makes a first pass around the room. she glances over at one point, catches my eye, pauses for a second, just long enough to tell me that she noticed me. I see a quick little smile pass over her lips and I know she more than noticed. I keep my eye on her and catch her sneaking another look, smiling when she realizes I'm onto her. I cock my head and raise one eyebrow with nonverbal question. She smiles again and starts across the room in my direction.

"I think you got one," Tanya says with a grin. She's been watching our little dance from the stool next to me. Before I can respond, little blondie is there, 

"Hi," she say simply, her voice all breathy, all sweetness and sex. 

I swing around on my stool and say "Hey," then scoot over one so she can sit between me and Tee. Her back is to the bar and she crosses her legs. Damn they look good, and now my eyes are drawn to her cleavage. She's either got a great push-up bra or a just great boobs. They look like creamy heaven. She's really the whole package - tits and ass, and nice legs, too. And pretty. And classy, just a killer femme. I want her right now.

I introduce her to Tanya and we make chit-chat. Her name is Dee and, yes, she lives in the suburbs, in the city for a "night on the town". I tell her we're always up for a good time, and that she looks like a good time. She gives me an "Oh really?" look and I flick her nose playfully, then brush just a bit against her breast, leading her on. I can tell she likes having me touch her. 

I ask if she's drinking and of course she is. She asks for a "Screaming Orgasm" and I almost laugh out loud, it's such an obvious hint. "Maybe later," I reply, and then order the drink. My guess is she's already started, taking some liquid courage before she left her house. The drink comes and for a few minutes she's talking more to Tanya. I can't hear the conversation, but I'm satisfied just to watch.

My mind is wandering as I observe them. I notice the smooth, comfortable way Dee moves, the way her tongue darts about as she speaks, the soft sensuality of her lips, so pink and pouty. I think about how those lips would feel against mine, how her pink, wet tongue would feel on my nipples, or rolling around in my molten cunt. I start getting wet as I imagine that pretty, white face burrowing eagerly between my chocolate thighs. 

I join back in, but the music's getting louder and I have to lean in to talk. My nose is in her hair as I speak in her ear. God, she smells delicious, a flowery-spicy blend that I recognize but can't lr564quite place. I feel the slight scratch of her diamond earrings on my cheek, and then I glance down and notice the ring, a nice-size rock, partnered with a wide, gold band. Hmmm, I think - definitely married, probably sneaking out on her husband, a suburban wifie coming to the city for a little lesbian adventure. Assuming, of course, that she realizes where she's at. Sometimes they come in here by mistake, but not usually alone. No, she knows. I can tell by the way she surveyed the room, checking out the possibilities, and by the way she sneaks a peak at Tanya's bod. Yeah, she's looking for it.

"So I take it you don't come here often," I say. I touch her wedding ring to give meaning to my question. 

Dee looks down at her hand, blushes, looking a little surprised, - like she meant to take that off before she came in. "oh ..." she starts, "I, uh, yeah ... well ... he's out of town." Her blush grows deeper. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him," she adds with a guilty grin. I smile knowingly at her response, This is good. It adds a little something, knowing I'm going to have some unsuspecting dude's woman, gonna show her what real luvin' is like, then send her back home aching for more.

Her head's on a swivel now, trying to converse with both of us on either side of her. As we talk, we're both touching her, a hand lingering on her arm, a light pat on her thigh, working her slow and easy. We're turning up the heat and it's having an effect. She came out looking for pussy, and now she's got two sexy black women hanging on her. I can see her getting more excited as the seconds pass. 

Time to make a real move. "Wanna dance?" I ask. 

Dee starts to respond, then looks at Tanya and back at me. "Is it ..." she starts, but I answer before she finishes. 

"With both of us," I explain, and her face lights up as she nods her agreement.

We move to the center of the floor, Dee positioned between the two of us. It starts fairly innocently, just three chicks dancing together, not touching, but flirting, throwing out promises with our bodies. But into the second song, I nod at Tanya and we get more aggressive. From behind, I grab onto Dee's waist. Damn, she is a tiny little thing. I start to hump up against her, my crotch grinding into the firm cheeks of her ass. She looks over her shoulder and smiles up at me. I smile back and let my hand wander, up her side, inching toward her full breasts. At the same time I move back a little to give Tanya access to her pretty little ass.

I can tell Tanya is really into this. No surprise - she's always had a soft spot for white women. It used to bother me, but not anymore. It's fun to see her get all excited, and as long as it's both of us together and she always comes back to me in the end, I don't mind. Besides, I have a certain soft spot for white women, too. It's right between my legs.

The song ends and we take a momentary break, but then we're right back at it. We're still in the center of the room and many of the patrons have become spectators, watching as Tanya and I go to work on hot little Dee. Our hands are all over her now, fondling, grabbing, taking liberties that are way beyond the acceptable norm. My hands possessively cup both her tits while Tanya's play with her rear, and the whole place watches our show. Dee is looking around, trying to keep her cool, but her eyes are big and dart back and forth between us. She's found what she came here for, but now may be wondering what she got herself into. I can tell she's a little scared but it's excited-scared. There's no indication she wants us to stop.

Tanya and I switch places and now itís my turn to play with Dee's cute little derriere. I squeeze her buns, enjoying their supple warmth in my hands, and then I raise the stakes, showing off a little. Without asking, I blatantly pull her dress up, fully exposing the skimpy black panties that barely cover Dee's sweet little bum. As I suspected, she's wearing a garter belt. No practical pantyhose here, just that lacy black belt holding up sheer thigh-high hose, The darker black bands at the top of the stockings contrast beautifully with the creamy white of her thighs, sexy as hell. A whoop goes up from the crowd as I put her on display, and I let my hands return to her bottom, delighting in the deliciously smooth feel of her half-naked rear.

We're putting on a show, making a statement: this white chick is ours, at least for tonight, and we're going to do what we want with her. Everyone's had their eye on her, but she's all ours, me and Tanya. I roam over her ass while Tanya runs her hands up and down her sides and tits, feeling her up. It's a statement not just to the crowd, but to Dee, too - "You're ours, bitch, and we're going to have our way with you."

I look over and see our reflection in the mirrored wall, with Dee's butt in my hands. Damn, that is one nice bottom, a "white girl bottom", little and cute, not the bubble butt that Tanya and I have. The term "pert" comes to mind and it's an apt description. We're really going to enjoy Dee's bottom tonight, I can tell. Tanya and I have plans for that bottom. 

Dee's arms go around my neck and I pick her up, lifting her by the ass. Tanya frowns as I pull her off those tits, but I don't care, I want more for myself now. Dee's legs go around my waist as I hold her up, She feels light as a feather and I just devour her, my mouth covering those sweet, pink lips, so soft and yielding. Dee gives a muffled little "Eek" and the whoops grow louder as our tongues work wetly together, setting ourselves afire. Every butch in the room is dying to be me right now. Probably half the femmes, too. And those in between, like me and Tanya.

Finally the dance is over and Dee looks hotter than ever. "I've got to hit the ladies' room," she says, and her eyes say more. 

"Hmmm," I respond with a sly grin, "suddenly I have to go myself. And I think Tanya does, too." 

"Yeah," she smiles lewdly, "I thought you might."

I stop as we reach the restroom. There's something I've been wondering about. "You ever been with a black woman, Dee?" I ask, pretty sure I know the answer. 

"No," comes the breathless reply, "but I want to." She moves in to kiss me but I hold her off for now. "Just take me," she gasps, "... both of you." Yeah, as I guessed - she in for her first taste of black pussy. And it's gonna be a good one.

We slip inside and I confirm we're alone. The restroom door has a lock on it, so I quickly slide it shut for some privacy, however brief it may be. Tanya is already on her, ravishing her mouth and pawing her breasts. Dee quietly whimpers as Tanya pinches at her nipples through the thin silk of her dress. I watch for a while and then take mine, turning the tables on her. I'm not wearing a bra, so it's simple to pull up my top and give her some nice chocolate candy. "Oh god," Dee gasps, "they look so good!" I raise my tit to her mouth and she sucks like a baby, moaning shamelessly around my nipple while Tanya continues to maul hers from behind. I feel my tip getting harder as her soft mouth pulls it in. 

I'm about to push her to her knees, make her do me right there, when there's a pounding on the door. "Hey, come on," someone shouts, "some of us gotta pee!" I curse silently. I never intended to go this far in here, but it was so good once we started. I pull Dee's mouth off my boobie and get my top back down while Tanya unlocks the door. 

"Sorry," I say to the two chicks waiting to get in, "must have locked it by mistake." It's an obvious lie and they ain't buyin' it for a second, but I don't care. 

We're all three giggling like school girls as we leave the restroom. Then Dee gets up on her toes to whisper in my ear, "Let's get out of here. I'll do anything if you just take me home with you right now."

That sounds too good to be true and certainly too good to pass up. I tell Tanya and in a minute we're out in the parking lot with our prize. I go for another little display of dominance, enjoying Dee's hot little body right out in the open. I kiss her hotly and maul her luscious tits, my hand slipping inside her dress as people mill about on the street. It's too bad she's so far from home or some of her friends might walk by and see her getting felt up by this bold, black woman. I consider putting her on her knees right there in the parking lot, but think better of it - don't want to spoil a good thing by getting arrested.

I ask about her car, but she says she doesn't have one - took a cab into town. Haa!, I think - planning to go home with someone tonight. 

I make this comment and she blushes in mild shame at my insight. "Uh, no, I, uh just didn't want to mess with traffic and everything." 

"Yeah, right," I say, and pat her on the butt as I lead her to our pickup truck. I get in to drive and tell Dee to sit in the middle, between Tee and me, where we can get at her.

I'm watching Dee out of the corner of my eye as I make my way toward home. She's looking straight ahead, not even glancing at Tanya or me on either side of her. I think maybe she's nervous, afraid to look at us, but then I look down to my right and see something that proves me wrong. Dee's hand is buried in Tanya's pants, fingerfucking for all she's worth. It's not nervousness that has her entranced, it's concentration - concentration on pleasure and pussy. I look over at Tanya and get a naughty grin in return, a silent "look-what-I-got" giggle. And now I feel Dee's other hand on my leg, rubbing sensuously over the bare skin of my thigh. 

It feels good, but I stop her when her hand slips down to the kitty. She looks up at me, questioning. "Gotta drive," I explain, and she reluctantly moves her hand, letting it rest on my thigh while she focuses on Tanya, who closes her eyes and spreads a little wider to let those fingers in. 

I do a little exploring of my own, dropping my right hand to Dee's bare leg, moving up, up, pushing the flimsy skirt aside. Her thighs are soft and hot as my hand goes higher, until my fingers touch at the silky fabric in her crotch. Damn, her panties are soaked already. The little slut is wet as can be from playing in Tanya's pants, or maybe from everything we did back at the club. I slip my fingers inside to lay a few strokes on her and feel the juice oozing out onto my fingers. Her hips move a little and I hear a barely audible cry, but she still stares straight ahead. I leave it at that, just holding my fingers there, barely moving, enjoying the feel.

We reach our place at last and Dee's hand finally comes out of Tanya's shorts. I glance over to see her putting her fingers in her mouth, her eyes closed intently as she licks away all the thick cream. I notice her little shiver of desire as she does it and have to comment. "That taste good, baby?" I ask, and she nods with enthusiasm, like a kid in a candy store. "Well we got plenty more for you," I say, "...all the pussy you can eat." 

"Yeah," Tanya chimes in, "it's a pussy buffet!!! Hee hee hee!" I offer Dee my gooey fingers and let her lick her own off, too. She's hot as a poker now.

We stay under control as we walk to our apartment - no need to upset the neighbors with any overt activities. At the door Tanya fumbles with the key and then at last we're inside, ready and able to do anything we want to tonight's conquest. We strip her naked, our hands roaming over her body possessively as we do so. It's just like on the dance floor, except now she's totally nude, and we're taking advantage of the open access to her body. She's kissing me hotly and Tanya's really working her over from behind, kissing at her neck, cupping her tits and roughly twisting her nipples. Yeah, Tee definitely likes the white chicks, and I can see she's hot as a skillet right now with this one. But I get her first.

While Tanya continues to play, I pull my top off to give Dee another chance at my boobies. She digs right in, making an urgent little noise as she sucks my nipple hard into her eager mouth. I let her work on them for a little while, but already her hands are at my waist, trying to get my belt undone. I help her with that and in seconds she's working further, unbuttoning my pants and lowering the zipper. I encourage her with a firm pressure on her shoulders and she drops to her knees as she pulls my cutoffs down and off, leaving me in my now very wet panties. In seconds, those are gone, too, and she's face to face with my naked cootchie. 

Dee's eyes are big as she looks at me, her breath coming in deep, uneven gasps. "You a bad girl, Dee Dee?" I ask, "You havin' impure thoughts down there looking at my juicy, black pussy?"

"Oh Yea--ah," she moans, "Oh god, it looks good." Her hands are gripping tightly on my hips and I can see she's just dyin' to dig in and eat. I decide to tease her, reaching down to spread my lips open, to let her see the pink wet flesh inside my pussy. She gets a look like a starving animal and it's all I can do not to give in and push her face right into me.

"You want that, Dee?" I taunt. "You want to lick out some sweet, black pussy? 

"Yes ... please, yes!" she moans. "Oh god, you're so wet!"

"Well okay then," I say, giving her a nasty smile. I pull her head in and we both groan as her sweet lips melt into my wet kitty. She gets busy right away, sucking on my cunt, her tongue making delicious, soft tracks over my lips and up inside me. I grab her head for support and grind into her eager mouth. Shifting over slightly toward a chair, I grab the back for support while I put my right foot up on the seat, opening my cunt wide for Dee to really get at it. Meanwhile Tanya comes over to give me sweet kisses while she strips off her own clothes. 

I'm feeling pretty good, with Tanya's mouth on my upper lips and hot little Dee's on my lower ones. Dee's one hand moves up between Tanya legs and now she's eating and fingering at the same time. I feel Tanya respond to the touch as I kiss her and I add my own hand, playing over her full titties while Dee probes into her cunt. 

Dee's tongue is working hard. I can feel myself oozing and I know little blondie is getting a mouthful of cream down there. I tell her bluntly to swallow my stuff and she pulls away to make a show of it, gulping hard and then licking her lips, looking right at me the whole time. Damn, this bitch knows what to do. She's making it hot and nasty - just what I needed tonight. I tell her to give some loving to Tee and she does, moving over to push into Tee's hot crotch from behind, her face buried in that lovely butt. I can hear her muffled moans blend with the squishy sounds of her tongue working around in Tanya's hot gash. Tee's reaction is obvious, her kisses growing more and more passionate as Dee eats her out. 




On The Prowl



Tanya moves to the couch to get more comfortable, pulling Dee right behind her while she kneels on the cushion, butt up and out. Dee digs back in, on her knees, still licking Tee from behind. I ask Tanya how our little white whore is doing. "She's fuckin' great," she moans, and I have no doubt it's true. Tee's hips are rocking back and forth as Dee laps vigorously at her drooling snatch.

Seeing Dee in that position, on the floor, her cute, creamy butt sticking out, reminds me of what I've been wanting to do since we got home. I make a quick trip to the bedroom to get my favorite toy - the strap-on we call "Mr. Big". It's an extra large dildo - black, of course - about 10 inches long and nice and fat. I smile to myself as I watch Dee working on Tanya. Dee came out looking for pussy, but she gonna get some dick, too. 

I'm standing off to the side, still playing the voyeur, when Dee notices what I have in my hands. She pulls out of Tanya's crack for a second, her face shaded with anxiety. "Are you going to ... to fuck me with that?" she asks, pointing warily at my toy. "I've never done that before." Then she quietly adds, "That thing is huge." 

I give her a big, confident smile and assure her, "Yeah, it is. You're gonna like this, girl. Trust me."

Dee's not so sure. She looks at the thing like the monster that it is. Her eyes are wide with shock or fear or desire, or maybe all three together. I bet she's never had anything this big up her ass. And right now she doesn't even realize it's going there. It's gonna be fun seeing her reaction.

I tell her not to worry, just take care of Tanya, and she does, her mouth moving back to that sweet, juicy fruit, drawing new moans from my girl. I'm content to just watch for a while, feeling my temperature rise as I take in the sight of Dee's cute little ass. My anticipation is growing by the second as I adjust the strap around my waist and get Mr. Big into position.

I'm on fire now. I love fucking chicks in the ass. I don't know what it is, but I love it. Probably the implied dominance, and the way they react - some like horny bitches, others like sorry little virgins being deflowered. It's mostly mental stimulation, but it's damned good - extra good when it's a "proper" white chick. I've been thinking about doing it to Dee since I first saw her hips swaying when she walked into the club tonight.

I get behind Dee to start the festivities. She's still busy in Tanya's slot, but I can tell she's aware of me, feeling nervous about Mr. Big. I smile to myself - she'd be even more nervous if she knew what I was really going to do. I put my hands on her hips and place the tip at the opening of her cunt, feeling her tense up a bit at the touch. Then I slip it inside, just the head for now, letting her get used to the feel. Dee makes a little noise but doesn't try to move as I slowly push the thing up inside her. She's really wet already, so there's almost no resistance. As it slides in deeper, she moans into Tee's flaps, until I get most of it inside her. I hold it there for a few seconds, and then I start to really fuck her.

Dee likes it. It may have looked big, but she has no problem taking it all - a real trooper. I take long, even strokes that have her moaning louder with each one. I keep it up for a few minutes while her tongue continues to work in Tanya's cunt, and then I decide to up the ante, to take what I really want. I slip the shlong out of her cunt and press the head against the pink opening of her asshole.

Dee makes another sound now, a more frantic one. Though it's muffled in the depths of Tanya's cunt, it makes clear her concern. I don't care, of course. I'm going to do this no matter what she wants. Besides, I can tell that part of her, at least, is excited by what's happening to her.

I ease forward and her muscle opens to let the intruder in. I hear a quiet whimper and pause briefly to let her adjust. Then I push in, slowly, and Dee gives out a long, guttural groan as the monster skewers her with its girth. Within seconds she's quivering and whimpering as I jam it all the way inside her. Her head arches back with the sensation of having that huge thing buried up her butt. "omigod, omigod," she mutters, off in another world now, until I remind her of where she is. 

"Keep eatin'," I tell her. "Just because I'm fucking your sorry white ass doesn't mean you can't keep Tanya happy." With a little groan she gets back to work, licking up and down eagerly in Tanya's ass crack, adding Tanya's delighted moans to the sounds in the room.

I start into a slow, easy rhythm, but steadily accelerate until I'm going hard and fast into Dee's tight butt. Each time I pound that thing into her ass it jams her face into Tanya's crack. She's licking like a ten dollar whore, working on Tee's cunt and asshole for all she's worth. I wonder what hubby would think if he saw her now.

I grab hold of her hair and pull her head back while I continue fucking her. Damn, she looks hot, her neck taut and her mouth hanging open, her eyes closing briefly each time I ram it home. I enjoy that for just a few moments, then push her face back into Tanya's ass. I know better than to interrupt Tee when she's got a whore licking her butt hole. She has a blissful look on her face as she enjoys Dee's rimming.

I keep pounding away until I get little shrieks of pleasure-pain. I can tell it hurts but I'm not really hurting her. Dee's ass is full to the brim and she's loving it, loving the way I possess and use her. She manages to keep at Tanya, though, until at last Tee needs to finish. She repositions herself, sitting on the couch with her legs up, opening those sweet, chocolate thighs so Dee can finish eating her. In short order, Tee hits her peak, writhing and bucking and screaming out as she gives Dee a full dose of creamy girlcum. Our little blondie moans softly as it gurgles down her throat. Damn, this is so fucking hot.

Dee tries to clean up the mess between Tanya's legs, but Tanya pushes her away. Dee looks shocked, maybe a little hurt, but I know what's going on. Once Tee comes like that, she can't take much more stimulation. She's so sensitive, it actually hurts. So Tanya slips off to the side and just watches as I give horny little Dee the butt-fucking of her life.

I take a few long, deliberate strokes, then grab Dee's hair, pulling her head back again while I deliver some extra-forceful thrusts up inside her. Her cream-coated mouth is hanging open and she shrieks with each one. I feel like I'm going to cum just from fucking Dee in the ass. The base of Mr. Big is pressing hard against my clit, and the psychological thrill of dominating her, of watching her shimmy and moan, is really getting to me, But I don't want to cum this way. What I want is to get Dee's head between my legs and keep it there while I cum in her mouth, just like Tanya did. So I pull out, causing Dee to gasp at the sudden emptiness.

In a flash I undo the strap and plop down on the sofa, pulling Dee's head to where I want her. My snatch is open and wet as hell, and she dives right in - damn, we did find a good one! I almost get off from her first lick, but I manage to control myself as she laps away. I'm actually shaking now - so close! I grab that blonde hair in both hands and go for the finish, forcing her head up and down while I grind my cootchie ruthlessly over her luscious, pink lips. She's loving the rough treatment, whimpering and moaning, frantically holding my hips while I fuck her face with a vengeance. 

I know I can't last long like this, and I don't. Before I know it I'm cumming, straining hard as I jam my cunt deep into her open mouth. "Eat it, eat it!!!" I cry, and she does just that, slurping up everything I can give her. She makes me cum really good, and keeps at it until I cum again, and then a third time. Finally I just collapse in a heap on the couch, still quivering while our little blonde conquest licks tenderly over my sex.

As I come out of my delirium, I look to my left and see Tanya smiling like the cat who ate the canary. "So did you like that?" she asks with feigned innocence. "It seemed ... okay, right?" Before I can answer she bursts out laughing. She knows it was amazing.

Apparently it was amazing for Dee, too. She's still moaning with excitement as she slides her body up over mine, pausing briefly at my chest to pay homage to my tits. Damn, this lady just can't get enough. She continues upward until our mouths meet in a ravenous, tongue-laden kiss, then leans over to get the same from Tanya. She switches back to me and we tongue-tangle for quite a while. Her mouth reeks of cunt-juice, but that just makes it better. 

My hands play over Dee's butt and one slips between her cheeks to finger her horny puss. I suck on her tittles, drawing the hard, pink nipples into my mouth, while my fingers move in her dripping channel. Then Tee gets on the floor behind her and I hold Dee's cheeks apart so Tee can really give it to her. I've had that tongue in me many times, so I know what Dee's getting, and it's plenty good. Before long she is shivering and almost crying in my arms as Tanya goes to work in her sweet snatch and ass.

Dee is so aroused from doing us that she quickly cums like a banshee. Before she even finishes, Tee makes her cum a second time. I hold her all through it, relishing the silky feel of her body as she squirms and cries in my arms. She seems amazed at what is happening to her - amazed and oh so grateful.

The rest of the night is more of the same, though we eventually move to the bedroom. Dee gets off plenty, from both Tee and me, but it's obvious that what she really wants is more of us - more sweet, dark pussy. Tee and I are glad to oblige, of course. My girl and I just lie back, side by side, making out while our white whore makes us both cum like crazy. The lady is clearly hooked on dark meat, and we're here to give her all she can eat.

We all sleep in the next morning, though Dee wakes up in a panic as she realizes she has to go quickly. I smile smugly to myself, wondering if hubby is on his way home, and if she'll need to hide the smell of pussy on her breath before she kisses him. In any case, there are obviously no regrets, as she thanks us both repeatedly for the "best night of my life" and takes our numbers with the promise to call "as soon as I can." As she leaves, I wonder what story she'll make up to get out of the house for our next pussy party.



On the Prowl



So some good news and some bad. The bad, I'm taking a pause on 'My One True Love' for a little while. The good news, seeing as I finally got some response on it, I will continue the story, though it will probably be on a short leash and will most likely be on a chapter to chapter basis.

I had this story in the works for a little while and feel that it is ready for viewing. It's shortish but I think it gets the job done.

Hope you all enjoy!

Mmmm, Friday nights. Love 'em! It's been a while since I've gotten any action and tonight was going to be a great night! I just knew it! I hadn't had a nice juicy pussy in a week and tonight, that was going to change!

I got myself ready before going out tonight. It was just before 10 pm before I left for a night of hunting. I went to my usual watering hole, a bar not too far from my place. It was a cool night, maybe in the 50s, but it was nice out. The moon was out, shining brightly and lit the way for me as did the walkway lights.

I opened the door and was greeted by the loud music, the smell of alcohol, and a place nearly three quarters full. It was still early in the evening but I guess people wanted to get their party on. I noticed many of the other patrons, some regulars some not. There were lots of men and women, some men dancing with other men, some men and women dancing together, and some women dancing with other women. Though, I think a lot of the women here danced with other women just to get the men's attentions, which is fine by me. No harm no foul. Whatever boats your float.

Yeah, sometimes I have lysdexia.

Anywho!

So I entered the bar. I was checking out who was here and who wasn't. Like I said there were some regulars and some not. I nodded to the few people I knew and made my way to the busy bar line. My favorite bartenders were here tonight, Tim and Jane. Tim was a cool guy, he was gay, so a lot of the gay guys hit on him. Jane was cool too; she was a lesbian, not super dyke-like, the more girly kind. She was actually quite pretty this evening. She had a nice blouse on and plenty of cleavage showing. She did it for show, for the straight guys who had no clue, hey whatever, it got her more tips. I tipped her more than some of the other bartenders usually.

The line was long and busy and loud. The music was blaring, people were talking. Well when I say talking...

I mean more like shouting at each other to have a conversation.

Standing in line did give me a chance to check some of the eye candy. It was a mixed crowd. Some older people, maybe in their 40s and some younger kids in their 20s. I lived in the city so the bar brought in anybody and everybody. Like I mentioned before it brought in all walks of life, gays, lesbians, straights, and bi's.

Tonight I was really frisky. After not having any for the entire week, I was starved for some action. This particular night I wanted a nice blonde pussy to bury my face in. I wanted to hear her scream and squeal under me. I wanted to suck on her juices and make her drink her own cum. I wanted it all! Now when I say I wanted a blonde for the night, that didn't rule out brunettes or redheads, or anything else in between. I just preferred blondes.

So I was still standing in line scoping out the place. I watched as the people interacted with one another. There were quite a few guys hitting on girls, some of them quite clumsily I might add! It seemed like people were with other people they knew. There were a few couples on the dance floor. Some were other women dancing with other women, but like I said earlier, these girls didn't look like the type to be sleeping with other girls. Those girls didn't interest me.

I must've waited a good 10 minutes before I finally got up to Jane and Tim. We said our hellos. I chatted with both of them, or at least as best I could over the noise. Tim was having a rough night. He'd lost his boyfriend to some other guy, a hunk apparently. I offered to buy him a drink but he politely declined. I then talked to Jane, the cute little thing. She was a little ditsy for my tastes but we flirted occasionally. See I lied earlier, Jane isn't strictly a lesbian. She definitely prefers women over men. I'd seen her flirt with a bunch of guys, but usually that's for the tips. We'd talked a lot in the past and she told me about her preferences. She preferred more feminine guys, or sensitive guys, not the macho-macho men.

Jane had gone through some tough times as well. Growing up she was confused with her sexuality, she'd had boyfriends in junior high, high school, and college, but to her they were unfulfilling. She experimented in college with girls and had more fun with them. She had some bad break ups and...

Wait?

Why am I telling you about Jane? Tonight is about me!

Okay, back to my story...

So I finally got a drink from Jane, a martini, extra dry, two olives. I took my drink and looked around for an open area. Just by chance there was one so I made a B-line to it. It was a high top which meant you sat up in a high chair, I always hated those. I made myself comfortable and continued to watch the crowd.

I sat for maybe half an hour before things started getting interesting. It seemed like people came in waves for whatever that's worth. Soon after I sat down a crowd of older people came through, maybe in their mid-thirties. And then right about the time 11 o'clock rolled around another crowd came in. This one was a younger crowd. They looked to be in their mid-twenties, so around my age.

There were some really good looking people, some handsome guys and some really smokin' hot girls. They all looked to be together though, so that killed my confidence. I had been sipping on my martini for the past half hour and needed a new one so I got up, not worrying about losing my seat, to get another drink. Once again the line was long and I had to wait a good 10 minutes before I looked to Jane and she knew what I needed. She mixed my drink and I was as happy as a clam again.

I turned and hoped that my seat was still vacant. My heart fell when I saw it occupied by someone, I couldn't really make out who it was, not that I knew them. I was surprised that the area was so dark, maybe that's why no one had approached me or bothered to sit there. It's funny; I never noticed that seat before that night. Which I guess explains its secluded-ness.

Okay, enough about the stupid seat!

Sorry, I keep getting side-tracked...

I was curious as to who was sitting in my seat, my! seat. I made my way, pushing bodies out of the way and finally snaking my way to the high top. Even standing not five feet away I could barely distinguish the figure.

Finally out of the light and in the darkness I saw who was sitting there. It was a pretty little thing; she was a short red head. And when I say red head, she was dark red, it didn't look like she dyed her hair, it looked natural. She had these curls which draped over her shoulders and, I assumed, past her back a ways. The curls rolling down her front, emphasized the white blouse she had on, not to mention her cleavage! Despite being a small girl she looked to have 34 or 36 C's spilling out her top. I took in her features all within just a couple of seconds before I greeted her.

She smiled to me, or what I thought was a smile, again it was hard to see her. I took one more step and finally I was out of the red light that was shinning in my face. She really was a cute little thing, her smile was infectious. I couldn't help but smile back. We said our hellos and I asked if I could take a seat.

"Sure," she smiled again. I took the seat next to her, so we were sitting adjacent to one another.

"So what brings you here?" I asked.

"Well I work not too far away as a realtor. What about you?"

"Well... I frequent this bar a bit. But for my day job, I'm a retail manager at a clothing store in the mall."

"Oh really? Which one?" she asked.

"It's nothing fancy, just the Louis Vuitton..." I smiled.

"Wow! Nothing special!? Are you kidding me?"

"No, it's just my way of joking..." I smiled again. She smiled back and caught on.

We ended up talking through the night and learned her name was Elli. I offered to buy her a drink, a cosmo, whenever she got low. We danced on the floor a few times, taking breaks every once and a while. By the end of the night I had had two and a half martinis and she had who knows how many cosmos. Let's just say it was enough.

The night was starting to come to a close for us, I was pretty drunk and she most definitely was drunk. We'd hit it off so well, I was about to ask her back to my place but she jumped the gun.

"Wanna, come back to my place?" she asked in a drunken haze.

I replied, "Sure," trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

Before she left she went to the ladies' room to freshen up. When she came back out I smiled and took her arm. As we stumbled out of the bar we chatted along the way back to her place. It was a chilly night out and we shivered our way back to hers. It didn't take long, maybe 15 minutes or so.

By the time we got to her place we were all over each other. I was getting excited as I was sure she was. We barged into her door, hanging onto each other; we still hadn't kissed. Her place was very nice; she had a smallish one bedroom apartment, from what I remember her telling me. The living room was nice and so was the kitchen. It was a little disheveled with some pots and pans in the sink, nothing too messy though.

She offered me the couch in the living room while she got us some much needed coffee. I sat there quietly taking in her place. Her tv was decently sized, maybe 32 inches, flat screen. She had a large dvd collection, she had told me she was a movie buff. I fancied movies as well, but not to the extent of Elli's collection. I got up and browsed through her collection. I admired all the old movies she had, lots of Hitchcock, Buster Keaton, Monty Python, she had the whole lot!

"Like what you see?"

She startled me as I turned to see her smiling at me. She had two cups of coffee and set them on the coffee table.

"Yeah, nice movie collection you've got here," I said.

"Thanks," she smiled.

I walked back to the couch and took a seat at the far end, while she was at the other. It wasn't a large couch but enough for one more person in the middle. Like at the bar we started talking again, this time without yelling into each other's ear.

It was a very peaceful talk. The coffee was good and was sobering me up a little. The coffee, and the water we had at the bar, was helping Elli as well. After our first cup Elli went and got us another. When she returned she sat a little closer, I noticed.

Our talk started to become more intimate, she'd ask about me and my partners, as did I to her. Elli would adjust something on the coffee table, only to sit a little closer to me each time, until we were sitting side by side. Ever since we started talking more intimately the sexual tension rose. It was at its peak when we were sitting side by side. I felt her hand on my thigh. I looked to see it gently rub back and forth along my pant leg. I looked back to her and she was smiling seductively.

The next thing I knew my lips were pressed against hers, our lips locking. She reciprocated and opened her mouth enough for her tongue to explore mine. I didn't hesitate one bit and our tongues wrestled. As we kissed Elli moved her way onto my lap. She straddled me with her legs pressed against mine. I couldn't see in between her legs, but I just knew her skirt was splayed open. I wondered what color her panties were and was quickly getting excited.

Moans escaped both our lips as our bodies devoured each other. Both of our breathing was getting louder. Elli finally was the first to pull away. She smiled to me, very sexily I might add, and got off my lap. She stood in front of me with a huge smile before she let the straps of her top off. With such grace her top fell and her red lace bra was exposed. Her breasts looked delicious. My chest began to heave in anticipation. Elli didn't even bother to tease me any longer; she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her C-cups jiggled out and looked fabulous! Her soft pale-ish skin was a stark contrast to her pink areolas and hard nipples. I could see, despite the dim light, that her nipples were sticking out like mini erasers. I wanted to fondle her nipples and breasts, feeling the soft warm flesh against my hands, but she had other plans. Her hands were busy all over her body. She kept winking and smiling at me as her strip show progressed. It wasn't long before she teased at undressing her skirt. My eyes gazed upon her small stature and was amazed at the beauty before me.

My eagerness almost got the better of me as Elli played with the waistband of her short skirt. She swayed her hips back and forth, back and forth, before she finally edged her skirt down her shapely hips. She'd drop her skirt and raise it back up before doing it again and again and again.

My groan made Elli giggle and to my relief she let her skirt fall off her hips and pile on the floor below her. She stepped out of the mess of clothes, nearing me. She stood just a few feet away from me. Her panties were the only garment left. I looked to her gorgeous face and she smiled before saying, "do you like surprises?"

"Mmmm," I moaned, "I love surprises!"

"Good," she winked.

Elli hooked her fingers into her red lace panties and pulled them down. She bent over just enough, her breasts hanging, to let her panties slide down and the drop from her legs. She smiled as she rose and giggled at my shocked reaction. This short woman had a cock! It was a big one at that! It looked to be 8 inches in length and pretty thick.

She was hard and her cock was standing straight out. There was a slight curve to her length, leaning towards her left. The pink mushroom head bobbed in the dim light and I was so aroused. I'd never been with this kind of girl, I knew she was a girl, I didn't even question it.

"So what do you think?" she asked.

"I love it!" I beamed. She clapped her hands playfully and approached me. Her cock swayed with her steps. As she got closer I reached for it with my hands, I wanted to feel her, touch her most private part. My hands grasped her strong length and we both gasped. I was really starting to get hot now and couldn't help myself as I grabbed onto her butt and pulled her into me. She giggled as I did this and took her in my mouth. I struggled to get even half of her cock in me, rarely ever doing this in the past. Elli seemed pleased though as I swirled my tongue around her bulbous head. I looked up to her to see her head back, and I assumed her eyes closed as I worked her. She was delicious, I never knew cock tasted so good, or maybe it was just hers.

Pretty soon I was working really hard and Elli pushed me away gently, "Okay baby, don't get carried away, I don't want to finish just yet!" she giggled. I pouted but knew she was right. "Now let's see what you've got for me!"

I scooted forward on the couch and Elli knelt just in front of me. Her small frame was sssooo cute in front of me, I could have just eaten her up! I started to pull at my zipper but she insisted that she do it. I thought that was great so I let her do it instead. She pulled the zipper down and unbuttoned my jeans. She could see my underwear and smiled at my choice for the night. Her hands went straight to my hips and she grabbed onto the material. It took a little effort but we were able to slide my jeans off. She playfully took each leg out of the leggings before tossing it to the side. She smiled to me again and grabbed at my shirt. In one heave, it was off. My belly exposed to the cool night air in her apartment. Elli edged closer to me and we kissed, her hands on my body and mine on hers. The kiss was too short lived as she smiled and backed away. Her busy hands grabbed at my waist and rose. She glided her little hands to my back and unclasped my little prison. I shivered slightly as my bra came undone, falling in my lap. My nipples were already hard; they had been most of the night. Her fingers teased my mounds, rubbing along my nipples a few times before her hands eventually fell to my panties. Like my jeans, Elli hooked her fingers in the material and I rolled my butt so she could take off the, now damp, undergarment. Before tossing them aside she took a long and loud whiff of my scent. I often did that when I couldn't find a partner for the night and smiled as she did the same with my panties.

"Mmmmm, such a nice smell..." I saw her tongue gently lick the gusset of my panties and I shuddered seeing her do that. "Mmmm, you taste nice too..." With the way we were sitting I had to open my legs. I was so wet, there was a small pool forming on the couch just below me. My own hand found my wetness and grazed over my aroused sex. Again I shuddered and felt myself gush a little. My hand was drenched in my sex and I just had to taste myself. Seductively I took my hand and licked my juices.

"I want some too!" Elli giggled. She took my hand and guided me to her mouth. I felt her warm tongue on my fingers and she took all four fingers into her mouth, sucking on them like she would another person's cock. "Mmmm, you are so tasty!" we both smiled to each other as she stood. I'd almost forgotten about her uniqueness until it came into view. It was glistening with my saliva and I wanted it again. I started to lean forward, since I was more on my back, but Elli stopped me. I laid back so my butt was just hanging off the edge of the cushion and waited for her.

Elli grabbed both of my ankles and raised them up until I was mostly upturned. My feet were near my head and my butt was sticking up in the air, giving her a good angle. I wanted her so bad at this point, I nearly begged her to fuck me. She motioned for me to grab my legs and I did, holding myself there so she could prepare herself. I was so glad that I did, I watched as her cock descended to my wet slit. She teased me by just nudging her head around my sensitive lips, gently grazing my button a few times. I shuddered and giggled each time she came too close.

Elli must have spent five minutes just getting herself ready, I was more than ready, I was dying to get fucked by her meaty thing. I couldn't contain myself any longer, "Please just put it in me!!!!!" I begged. Elli smirked, it almost looked evil, but she finally took her thing out of my hungry slit. I couldn't wait, I wanted, I needed it, I just had to have it. I don't know why, but I had been on birth control, just in case I did happen to pick up a guy, and I was glad. I wanted to feel her thing. It'd been a while since I'd had a real manhood in me, I'd use toys here and there but not on a regular basis.

One last tease, Elli thrust her cock along my clit, showing me how wet I got her. It was perfect, her womanhood glistened and looked like it was completely coated in my juices, dripping even. She raised herself just off of me and watched as her meat throbbed, bouncing to her heartbeat. I had to resist every urge in my body not to frig myself right then and there. I knew waiting would be make it that much more.

"Ready?" she grinned.

"Oh god baby, put it in me!!!!!!" I growled, so hungry for her.

"Okay! Here it comes!!!!" as she said 'comes' she rammed her thing into me. I yelped out in blistering pain. Instinctively I tried to pull away but she held me in place by grabbing onto my hips. I began to cry the pain was sssssssssooooooo bad. Not until she had buried her 8 inches did I fully realize why. She rammed her huge cock up my ass!

I kept crying, while still holding my legs back for her. I had never done anal before and here this girl rammed her huge cock up there. Elli smirked down at me again, "I don't fuck pussies," was all she said. I didn't get it at first, but then it dawned on me. She never meant to fuck me where I wanted it. I tried getting away but her surprising strength kept me down and in her grasp. I struggled and struggled but to no avail, I was just no match for her.




On the Prowl



We must have sat there for five minutes, the pain lessening; she had this goofy grin on the whole time. My tears slowly lessened until I was just sniffling. "That's a good girl, they always start out like this..." it was eerily spoken and made me wonder, they all start out like this? What'd she mean by that?

Before I could think about it I felt her massive meat pull out. I felt sssooo full it felt nice having her leave. That was all too soon though; she pushed back into me, grunting as she did. I involuntarily groaned as well, feeling full again. The searing pain around my hole grew as her widest part stretched me again. She was slow, which I was thankful for, but the initial shock was still buried within me.

Five or so more minutes passed before the pain was gone and this unimaginable amount of pleasure coursed through me, starting from my bum. I was still uncomfortable but it was something I could manage. Elli was still slow in her thrusts and really knew what she was doing. I started moaning back to her for more, almost grunting to her.

My pussy was seeping juices all over us. Her thrusts made squishing sounds as she entered and exited me. I could feel deep inside my belly the beginnings of orgasm. My emotions were a wreck, here was this girl, or who I thought was a girl at the bar, fucking my ass as if she were a man. But nothing about her was manly, except for her thing. She was so feminine, her voice was perfect, her boobs might've been store bought, but there were no scars, she had shapely hips, small hands. I just couldn't believe it...

All of a sudden Elli started going faster. I knew I relaxed a little now and was enjoying what she was doing to me. I kept moaning and moaning and before I knew it I was asking for more, "Fuck me!!! You little bitch!!!!" I screamed.

And boy did she fuck me!

After I screamed at her Elli slammed her little hips as hard as she could into me. Her thighs collided with my butt and made the loudest smacking sound I'd ever heard during sex. I squealed under her attacks. Elli held me down as I tried to get away again, but I was so grateful that she did.

In a matter of minutes I was screaming at the top of my lungs as she fucked me to orgasm. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, and all without any stimulation to my pussy or clit. I never knew a woman could cum like that but I did. I shuddered on the couch, curling my toes in ecstasy.

I finally came down from my high and Elli had slowed her pace. By that point, I was hooked on anal, I knew I wanted it. I wanted it so bad I snaked my hand down to my slit but Elli swatted it away, "No!" she said firmly, "I make you cum, not you!"

I groaned in frustration because I wanted it so badly, I wanted to cum again, I wanted to play with myself, but Elli wouldn't let me. I looked into her eyes, searching for another answer, but she was strong on her position, she wouldn't back down.

A loud groan from her brought my attention to what she was doing. Again she quickened and started slamming into me. It wasn't as hard as before but she was going at it. I knew what was next.

Elli groaned and groaned and her thrusts became shallower and quicker. She grunted loudly again and I felt a twitch inside my butt, and another, and then quick spasms followed by a hot glowing warmth. Elli buried herself into me and groaned. She closed her eyes and planted both her arms on either side of my waist. Feeling her cum was an amazing sensation. Her cock kept twitching inside of me for half a minute. I could feel it spill out of me and ooze around my hole. I sighed in satisfaction as did Elli. She opened her eyes again and smiled to me. For the first time since she penetrated me we kissed. It was so passionate, our tongues were one. Elli was all over me, still inside me, and too soon we were two.

I fully expected Elli to pull out and call it a night but she didn't. Instead she pushed and pulled inside of me again. She was semi hard after her own orgasm but within five minutes she was fully hard again. Elli's appetite was much hungrier than I had thought.

I was still horny and her cock was making me hornier by the minute. I tried again to flick myself but Elli caught my hand again, this time she growled, "No! Don't try that again!" She was surprisingly stern with her voice and I reluctantly withdrew my hand.

This time I really didn't need much before I was begging her for more again. "Oh fuck Elli!! FUCK ME!!!!" I screamed. Again she gave me all she could with her little body, slamming her hips into my butt. Loud slaps filling the air. Another fire in the pit of my stomach ignited and I was bursting, literally.

"SHIT!! SHIT!!!! FUCK!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Elli was pounding me so hard she made me gush all over her flat stomach. I couldn't control myself whatsoever as my pussy shot out a huge stream of something. It felt hot as it splashed against her tummy, spraying me in the process. Watching my pussy do that was so hot, I just kept cumming and cumming. Elli kept pounding me and pounding me until my pussy slowed to a few gushes and then finally stop.

I lied there panting as Elli slowed her thrusts again. I was covered in sweat, my hair was a mess, and I loved it all! "Now it's my turn!" she grinned. Like she had before Elli pounded me with all her strength. She leaned forward and grabbed my ankles, upturning my ass to her even more. We bounced on the couch, her hips sending waves of pleasure through my body as she grunted. Her hair flopped about in my face as sweat dripped from her forehead and onto my sloshing breasts.

I couldn't believe it; I could feel myself rising again.

She was going to make me cum again!

Elli grunted and panted and grunted as she thrust her thing so deep inside me. I was on the verge of orgasm when she announced, "I'M CUMMING!!!!!" A few long quick thrusts up my bum and I felt her womanhood spasm inside me. It swelled and twitched before unleashing a heavy dose of her happiness. She buried herself in me as deeply as possible, holding still inside me as she groaned out in ecstasy. Her orgasm triggered mine and I too moaned. I squealed my delight as another gushing orgasm hit me. My pussy sprayed Elli's tummy again and I drenched us both with my orgasm.

Elli tried to hold me still through my throes of passion but she was struggling. We ended our orgasms together, with her collapsing on top of me. Her face fell into my cleavage and she panted heavily, as did I.

We lay there in post orgasmic bliss. She was still inside me, shrinking slowly. I grabbed her head with both hands and brought her up. We pursed our lips and kissed like teenagers.

"I have to stop," Elli said as she backed away. "If we keep doing this, I won't be able to stop myself."

"Okay," I smiled. I wasn't disappointed one bit. It was the best sex I'd ever had and with the best woman I'd ever been with.

After that night, we dated exclusively and have been together now for two months. She still stands by her rule, 'I don't fuck pussies.' Each time we've made love it's always been anal, if I'm lucky she lets me frig myself, but that's only if I've been good.

;)

I tried to make the story neutral sounding (from the character's perspective) to hide the gender. Hope you enjoyed the twist!