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I Dare You

By: Digger66



After recently looking at some pictures online, I was reminded about an incident with my ex-girlfriend.

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I dated Kay in grad school. While the "Soxer" was 11 years older than I was, she was fun to be with at times and had a wild streak in her when it came to sex. She liked to role-play, have sex in interesting place, loved to exchange fantasies, and watch porno together. The best thing was that she could deep-throat me and I am not small (a little over 7.5 inches). She liked to suck my cock and liked it when I came in her mouth. Kay was 5'9", 140 pound. She had 38c tits and a nice pussy. I am a little over 6'00", about 175 pounds. She said having sex with me was fun for many reasons but mostly because I have an adventurous spirit and I could make her have an orgasm by licking her pussy.

The Soxer had an aunt and uncle who lived about 45 minutes away, and we visited them several times while we dated. Once, on a hot and humid early evening on our way back to school, we stopped on a small side road in heavily wooded area and practiced "parking." I had never done this before but always dreamt about it. We started off hot and heavy in the front seat (my 2-door car did not make the back seat conducive to these activities).

While I played with her tits through her button-down shirt, she massaged my dick. Eventually we stripped off our shorts and began to fuck, but the steering wheel began to cramp us. I backed out of the car and she hung the lower half of her body out of the car. I rammed my cock in and out of her causing her pussy to get hotter and wetter. I pulled her out of my Fairmont and leaned Kay up against the car and penetrated her again. She wrapped one, than both of her legs around my body-I kept her pinned against the car while I pumped in and out of her for a few minutes. Wrapping my arms around her, I picked her up and slowly walked toward the hood. 

All this time, I kept my cock inside her. Once at the hood, I lay her back and started fucking her hard. My hands drifted to her tits (still enclosed in her shirt and bra) and eventually Kay's clit. She began to breathe harder and harder until I knew she was on the edge of cumming. I sped up my strokes, pulling my cock all the way out and slamming it back in. She came. Her body gyrated. She sighed over and over "Oh my God! OhmyGod!! How can you do this to me?!!" It was beautiful.

I left my cock in her for another minute or so. After pulling out, I was still mostly hard, but had yet to cum. After a moment of rest, Kay came alive. She sat up and after kissing me, softly said, "Thank you. That was one of the best orgasms I have had in a very long time. I guess it is time to take care of you. How can I get you off?" I whisper back, "I want you to suck my cock. I want to cum in your mouth." She kissed me and slid off the hood. Kay knelt before me. She softly held my cock, wet from her pussy. Looking at me in the eyes, she said, "You like it when I lick your cock, don't you?"

"Yes," I hissed. She circled her tongue around the head of my dick. As I grew to full size, she slid her mouth along the sides of my cock, cleaning her juices off. Then she started to suck on my cock. At first, the Soxer just put my head in her mouth and circled her tongue around my head. The whole scene was sexy; both of us without pants, but still wearing our shoes. Me with a t-shirt on; her shirt unbuttoned about half way. Kay with my dick in her mouth. Just thinking about it made my harder. I asked, "What if someone drives by?"

"Let them watch to see how it is done correctly." She took my cock deeper in her mouth with every pass. Eventually, she shoved the whole thing in her mouth. I felt my member hit the back of her throat and continue down. She could only hold it there for a moment or two, before she made me back out. I placed my hands on the back of her head and played with her hair. Eventually, I started to fuck her mouth. My orgasm approached. As I got to the "point of no return," I pulled my cock from her mouth. While pulling on my own dick, I held it about four inches from her still open mouth. I came. I came in 5 big squirts. The first landed mostly in her mouth. The second hit just under her nose. The third, on her chin. The fourth and fifth I sprayed on her neck and down her chest. She swallowed, then put my cock back in her mouth and sucked me dry. After she released me, still on her knees, she looked up and smiled. I will never forget that scene: her mouth, chin, neck and chest sticky with cum.

Slowly she stood up. We kissed. I actually like the taste of my own cum, so I licked her chin and around her mouth. We parted, "I guess we had better get back to town." I don't know if she did it purposely, or the humidity just fooled into thinking it was just sweat, but the Soxer did not clean my cum off her neck and chin. In fact, some of my cum soaked into her shirt. 

She attempted to button up her shirt but I stopped her. "Leave it unbuttoned like it is," I said. "Aren't we stopping at the supermarket on our way home?" she asked. "Yes. But I want people to see your big tits, lust after you and be jealous of me." She looked a little hesitant. "I dare you." We were always doing these little dares. "Okay, but I have to, I dare you to leave your underwear off." I agreed.

We dressed and drove back to town. We glowing and feeling pretty giddy. The humidity did not allow my cum to dry on her neck and shirt. At the supermarket, I noticed how both men and women looked at Kay. It was obvious that she was covered in cum. Some gave look of disgust, but most looked at her with lust. Several guys spent a lot time examining produce while she leaned over while picking out apples. I even got a thumb's up from one guy. 

My cock started to grow again. As we proceed through the store, she kept making me examining items on lower shelves. As I squatted looking at some cans of soup, my dick slid out of my shorts. Kay was staring at me with a big grin. She was enjoying my display. We moved to the next aisle, and I did it again. This time, the Soxer whispered in my ear, "I love seeing your cock. This is really turning me on." Two aisles later we ran across a friend of Kay's from church. 

She was a very attractive woman in her mid-forties named Trish. As she smiled, she asked what we had been doing, all the while staring at Kay's chest and neck. "Oh nothing," Kay said with a wink. Being a little brave, I decided to give her friend a little show. I squatted and began to examining some items. My now rock-hard dick sprung out. Trish stared and put a very big smile on her face. I stayed down for a good two minutes. After which, she said in a hush to Kay, "You are so lucky to have a boyfriend like C.J." And then she winked at me. We parted. Kay kissed me. Once we got home, we fucked like rabbits.

Several weeks later, we returned to Kay's relatives. Although we did not discuss it overtly, we both want to repeat our previous encounter. To that end, I asked her to wear only a loose fitting tank top with a plunging neckline, and shorts without underwear. She made me wear a similar outfit-tank top and the same shorts that I wore before, without underwear of course. We couldn't be dressed like that at her aunt's, so we each wore a shirt over the tank tops. Because we were only eating an early dinner with them, it was not necessary to wear different shorts. Departing her aunt's, we both removed our shirts, and played each other's chests through our shirts. I could tell that she was hot for me. I was equally excited for my cock had already sprang to action.

She took a different route back to school, and had little luck finding an isolated road. With light fading, we got on I-94 with disappointment in our faces. As the Soxer drove, I reached over and began to rub her inner thighs. After a few miles, she exited the freeway. "Why are you getting off here," I inquired. "I thought we might pick up a video." I looked up, and realized that she had pulled into a XXX shop. Its parking lot was more than half full. "Kay, are you sure you want to go in there?"

"What, C.J. is getting chicken?"

"Well, I am just concerned about you," I lied; I wanted to go in badly, but I did not want her to feel she had to. She looked me dead in the eye and said, "I dare you." That was all I needed.

We got out of the car and walked toward the entrance. Kay still wore only the tank top, shorts and shoes. The signs on the front door warned that "You must be 18 to enter."

"Ut-oh," I said, "do think we should bring our ids?" She giggled and just opened the door. We walked into a bright room full of sex videos and "marital aides." All the 8 guys in the store looked at us while we examined the titles. Kay and I would showing each other video boxes with silly titles like "Edward Penishands," and "Sperms of Endearment." We giggled quietly with one another. At one point, I quietly said to her, "The other customers are staring at you." 

She grinned. "I dare you to lean over and let them see down you shirt." She looked at me and winked. Moving down the aisle about 5 feet, bent over at the waist to look at some titles. The guys almost drooled as they looked down Kay's shirt at her big tits. She did this about 3 times until all the guys had been flashed. She returned to my side with a devilish smile on her face. "I want you to squat like at the supermarket." I was a bit hesitant; flashing women was one thing, guys was another. "I dare you," the Soxer said. I proceeded to the next aisle and squatted down. My dick popped out of my shorts. The two men in my aisle gazed at my cock. One smiled. Like Kay, I made sure I flashed everyone in the place. 

We were getting a little bored looking around, and then I spotted the hallway, which lead to the "Private Viewing Booths." I had visited similar booths like these once or twice before. I found them to be very exciting. I motioned to Kay and nodded toward the hall. She had a puzzled look on her face. I whispered in her ear, "I dare you." She smiled an nodded yes. I got $5 worth of tokens from the store attendant. The hallway was dark. On either side were 7 booths. One or two guys were hanging outside in the hall. Most of the booth's lights indicated that they were being used. The noises of the videos filled the area. We proceeded down to end of the hall and chose the second from the end on the left. 

The little cubicle was crammed and dark. After closing the door, we put the seat down. Kay and I were able to sit side by side. I put the tokens in the illuminated slot. The video screen sprung to life. The opening film was of a woman being fucked doggy-style. Her huge tits hung down and shook as the man pounded in and out of her. Kay changed the channel. Looking around the booth, I notice holes at crotch height on either side wall. I knew instantly that these were "glory holes." I had read about them but never seen them before; they always fascinated me. Kay settled on a movie that showed a big-titted woman surrounded by 3 guys. 

While she sucked one, she jacked-off the others. Kay's breathing increased, as did mine. I began to massage her thighs and rub her tits. I nibbled on her neck, all the while watching the screen. Slowly, I moved my hand down to her pussy. I rubbed it with the palm of my hand. The Soxer now grabbed my cock through my pants. I pulled her shirt up and began to knead her tits. Eventually, I lifted her shirt off. She pulled my dick out. I pushed aside her shorts and began to finger her. I could tell that Kay was getting very excited. I crouched down in front of her, put my tongue in pussy. She moaned and kept her eyes on the video screen. I worked her clit over while sliding 2 fingers in and out of her. After a minute or two, I could tell that her orgasm was approaching. I speed up my tempo. Kay came hard, bucking on my face.

After a short rest, she looked down at me with a smile. I sat back up on the bench on top of her shirt. With her big tits swaying as she bent over, Kay began to change channels. Eventually, she stopped on a gay movie showing some guy sucking on a very large cock. She had always been turned on by gay stories. I had confessed to her that I had always wanted to try sucking a cock. While we both watched the movie, she stroked my very hard dick. 

She said in my ear, "You want to do that sometime, don't you?" I smiled at her. Suddenly, as if on some cue, a cock came through the glory hole on the left. We were both a little shocked. She continued to stroke me. Looking at the faceless dick and then at me, she said, "Now is your chance." 

I swallowed hard. It had been a fantasy, but reality? I was a bit apprehensive.

Again she said to me, "I dare you," and moved my head toward the cock. It was a nice cock, about 6 inches long, fairly smooth and not too much hair. My face was about 5 inches from it. Kay repeated, "I dare you." I went for it. I wrapped my hand around it and licked the head. A pearl of pre-cum oozed out. I licked that off. Kay urged me on, "Run your tongue along it." I did. I came back to the head and swirled my tongue around it. "Suck it!" she said. I let it enter my mouth. I worked a few inches in my mouth. My head bobbed up and down. 

At one point I looked over at the Soxer, she was squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples. I love when she does that. I sucked the dick with more gusto. Suddenly, I felt it swell up. I knew he was going to cum. I pulled off, but not quick enough. The first shot entered my mouth. The rest hit my chin and spread over my hand. I released the deflated dick. It withdrew and I swallowed. The taste was not so bad. Kay looked down at me very pleased, and in fact I was pleased too. We exchanged gazes for a moment. Suddenly, another cock appeared from the glory hole on the right. This one was big-about 8 inches long. I said to her, "You?" 

She just shook her head and nudged me toward the pulsating cock. I licked the head, which was dripping with pre-cum. Slowly I sucked the dick into my mouth. It was so big, I had a hard time in getting it in mouth. Eventually, I was able to move about half of it in. I moved up and down on it. Again, Kay played with her tits. This guy came quickly, and this time it all went into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but some of it dripped out of the corners of my mouth. The cock withdrew.

I sat back up on the bench. We kissed and exchanged cum from the strangers with our tongues. "I want to cum now," I announced. Kay moved down my body, but I stopped her. I had something different in mind. "I want you to suck me off through the hole." She looked puzzled. "I'll go in the booth next door, and you suck me off. But the kicker is that I want you to put on a show so the guy in the other booth can see you through the glory hole. 

And I want you let me cum in your mouth and all over you tits." Kay was hesitant. "I dare you." 

She said, "Okay." We stood and moved the bench up. I said, "I'll be in this booth." I tapped on the left wall, and quickly exited the booth. Just when I was closing the door, a guy entered the booth on the left. I gulped. Now what? The right booth was busy too. I stood there not knowing what to do. After a couple, the right booth opened, and a winded man walked out. I had just sucked him off!! He walked past me and I ran into the booth.

I got situated and looked through the glory hole at Kay. She was sucking the guy in the left booth!! She must have thought it was me! I was concerned but also very, very turned on. True to her word, Kay was putting on a good show. She sucked with her head off to the side. She kneaded her tits. I did not see it very clearly, but I could tell that she was deep-throating him at times. She put on a great show. I was so hard. Soon, the guy started to cum. He came in her mouth and on her tits. 

That is when I said through the hole, "Kay what are doing? You're sucking on the wrong cock!" 

She immediately let go of the cock and sat back on the bench. The Soxer looked a little dazed. I exited the booth just as the guy in the left booth did. I ran into the left booth. I looked through the hole and saw Kay still sitting there. I heard another door close. She looked down at the right hole and moved her face towards it. She did not realize that I moved. 

A cock appeared in the hole. I said, "Pssst." She ignored me, figuring I was a stranger. This cock was a monster-at least 10 inches. She went to town on it. Again, she gave me a good show. The cum of the previous guy made her tits shinny. Kay did her best to swallow this dick, but it was just too big. I continued to rub my cock. I don't think I have ever been so excited. Soon the guy came; a huge load spattered all over her face and tits. She looked very satisfied.

I exited my booth and knocked on Kay's door, "Let me in. It's C.J." After a moment of shuffling, she opened the door and I stepped in. She embraced me and deeply kissed me. She forced her tongue in my mouth. I rubbed her soaked, slippery tits. "That was fun," she said. "But Kay, you sucked the wrong cocks."

"I knew that. I just wanted to put on a show for you!" 

I was stunned, but still rock-hard. "Suck me off now." I sat on the bench and she knelt before me. "You liked sucking those cocks, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yes. And you loved watching me."

I did. Soon she was deep-throating me. I was close and she knew it. She pulled up and let me shoot on her tongue. She let it pool there. I was spent. Kay crawled up to me and we exchanged my cum.

We both rested for a few minutes. The Soxer put her shirt back on; her chest was soaked so much cum that her white tank top became almost see-though. Her nipples stuck out. We both were a mess-cum all over our faces and necks. "I guess we should get going."

"Okay." We got a few looks from guys as we walked down the hall. The lights in the main room blinded us for a moment. The clerk gave as a smirk and said, "I hope you enjoyed yourself. Come back and see us again soon." Kay shocked me by answering, "Oh, we'll be back soon!"

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I Dare You



I had talked myself into a job I was in no way qualified for, and, as the first order of business, I got sent halfway across the country and landed in a hotel in downtown Chicago. I looked around my room, a room that teetered on the border between blandness and overwrought luxury, and decided that I should stop watching Sportscenter, and go find some dinner. I slid my spreadsheets into my bag, knowing I would never look at them - I'd allowed them to torture me enough on the plane - and also shoved in the cheap fantasy novel I was immersed in. I let the door fall shut behind me, and found the elevator. 

I asked the concierge for a recommendation, and was directed to a Korean place a short walk away. I sat myself in a table in the corner, ordered, pulled out my book, left the spreadsheets where they were, tucked deep in my bag. My food arrived, and I picked at it, listlessly turning the pages, dreading my meeting the next morning, and wondering what the hell I was doing in Chicago, easily one of my least favorite cities in the United States. 

"William?" I couldn't understand why someone would be calling my name. I looked around, blinking, as if I had just been woken from deep sleep.

"William?" A girl said straight to me. Strike that, not a girl: A beautiful woman. 

"Monica?" I said, totally confused, last I'd heard, she lived in Rygate, a posh suburb outside of London, working in a hospital. 

"I can't believe it's you, that you're here in Chicago" she said, and she looked honestly delighted to see me. It's an exciting thing to see a woman, beautiful, copper skinned, lushly lipped, clad in tight clothes, who seems genuinely excited to see you. 

"Yes, it's really me, here in Chicago," I stumbled out, still confused, still exhilarated at the attention from this beautiful young woman. 

"You don't remember me at all, do you?" 

"Uh, sure I do," I said, bluffing, for no real reason. And then suddenly I could remember, it all came back in a rush of sharp memories. Monica. 

***

Freshman year I meet Victoria, a lovely Indian girl who becomes my running buddy, my Camus reading, clove cigarette smoking pretentious friend. We'd discuss Proust in cafes late at night; we were total fops, but we did it together. We were best friends. We nearly kissed, once, but backed off, both not wanting to ruin our easy friendship. 

As the years of college flew by, we gave up our berets and existentialists, but stayed close. We lived on the same street, walked to class together, and comforted each other through the horrors of college dating. We agreed to stay at the same university to attend grad school - Victoria had an offer some place more prestigious, but elected to stay close, because I was there.

And because of Monica.

Victoria loved her family, and missed them dearly, living all the across the country, and now her kid sister wanted to go to the same school as us. It was an easy decision: we all stayed; Victoria and I kept our apartments just off campus; Monica moved into the dorms. 

I have to admit I didn't think much about her. She was pretty, of course - that ran in the family, clearly. And she was enthusiastic, open to the world, and wickedly smart. She held her own amongst our friends, the grad students, some of whom could have been her TAs. Some, I'm sure were TAs, and she held her own, as a college freshman. She tried to hang with us whenever she could, but, of course, we would go to bars she couldn't go to, and, of course, grad school was fucking hard work! We didn't always have time to hang out with a freshman, who was bored and too smart to need to study for her intro classes. She could be bratty, and petulant when we didn't hang out. 

Later, on a night where we'd ditched Monica to hang out alone together, me with Victoria, drunk:

-You know Monica has a crush on you.

-Really? 

-Really.

-Naw.

-Really. She's had a crush on you for years, really since before she met you. I told her about you, you know, when I went home, told her about my bestie, William.

-What did you say?

-That my best friend was handsome, funny as hell, gentle, giving. And hung.

-Shut up.

-No, seriously, we were skinny dipping at Lake Squillicum, and I saw it. It was cold, but-

-Stop it Vicki.

-I told her. That's part of it, I'm sure. She wouldn't mind going skinny dipping with you.

-You're drunk.

-So drunk. But it's the truth. She had a dream about you once, you know.

-What sort of dream? 

-You'll have to ask her that.

I never asked Monica about her dream. Victoria and I graduated, moved away, kept in touch, of course. Email, calls, she'd come to visit. We met in Argentina once, hiked into Chile. I didn't see Monica again until...

***

"Of course, Monica, how've you been? What are you doing in Chicago?" We caught up, made small talk. She sat down at my table, next to me, not across from me, and we bantered delightfully. We told our witty stories, our anecdotes that encapsulated the last seven years, our clever jokes and self-deprecating stories. Two of her friends came over, we were introduced, and they said they were leaving, hinting heavily that Monica should go with them, not just stay with this stranger, who was clearly a terrific letch.

"No thanks, I'll stay and catch up with my old friend." She waved her friends away, and I saw them eye Monica indulgently, and leave. I saw the restaurant proprietress roll her eyes, waiting for us to leave. 

"Shall we find someplace else? There must be a decent bar around here."

"I don't know a bar, but we should be able to find one." We slipped out, shouting goodbye to the restaurant, and plunged into a dark, cold Chicago night. We headed towards lights, towards commercial ventures, looking for one to strike us as agreeable, but enjoying each other too much to settle for any old place, looking only for perfection. 

I noticed that we were near my hotel, and asked Monica, "Do you mind if we stop by my hotel real quick? I feel silly carrying this bag around - I don't think I am getting any more work done tonight!"

"No problem," she says, and I take her arm in the crook of mine, and steer her into the Palmer House. 

We stride proudly, arm in arm, towards the elevators and I press the button. Monica reads the plaque next to the elevator aloud:

"'Palmer House: Home of the world's first 'vertical train,' later renamed escalator.'"

"Don't worry, it's safe, I've ridden it twice now," I said, winking, and the doors opened in a clumsy clatter of metal. I pulled us inside and hit 12.

The elevator lurched upwards, and Monica and I found ourselves staring at each other saying nothing. I had opened my mouth, just about to say something inane, when the elevator jerked to a stop. The doors did not open.

"I think it's stuck," Monica said, stating the obvious, a thrill of fear flashing in her eyes.

"It appears so," I said, fiddling with some buttons. They had a phone which I picked up and a voice immediately told me that maintenance was on the way, and it shouldn't be too long. "Guess we're stuck here for a bit," I said, flopping on the floor, letting my legs spread out in front of me. Monica took a seat, but more demurely, her skirt pooling over her thighs, but not before giving me a glimpse at the luscious expanse of skin.

"Do you remember meeting me? The first time?" She asked.

"Sure. I helped you move in."

"No, we met before that, the night before, at that party. You were only there for a minute."

""Was it at CJ's place?"|

"I don't know, I was never there again - Vicki took me."

"We met there? I don't remember."

"I'm hurt!"

"Hey, it was a million years ago, and I'm sure there were other things going on."

"Whatever. Clearly you don't care a whit for me."

"That's not true and you know it," I said, putting a hand on her bare knee. We both stared at my hand for a long moment, before I withdrew it.

"I know." She said, and then stared at the wall. I stared away too, too embarrassed to speak. The pause stretched out, unending, unyielding.

I said the first thing that came to mind. "Victoria said you had a dream about me, once."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Monica said, but too quickly; I knew she remembered.

"Yes you do," I said, grinning.

"No, I don't have a clue, when did you say that?" I put on a wicked grin, knowing she was lying.

"Fine, have it your way." Pretending to be nonchalant.

"I really don't remember," she insisted, and pushed on my arm. I grabbed her wrist and stared directly into here rich, chocolate eyes.

"Yes you do. Tell me."

"I... I don't-" I finally kissed her, roughly, fiercely, capturing her lips between mine and tugging at them. She pressed back, with equal ardor. I leaned over, the fullness of my weight nearly on top of her, pressing her back against the elevator wall. 

"Tell me about the dream." Her eyes flashed.

"Never," she said, and she almost smirked, when she said it. I kissed her again, this time pulling her to the floor, my body on top of hers. My mouth found hers again, kissing her hungrily, devouring her, my body pressing her down into the thin carpet. I kissed down her jawbone, to her neck, nibbling my way up towards her ear.

"Tell me," I breathed into her ear.

"No," she gasped out. I nipped at her earlobe and my hands started wandering under the hem of her shirt, stroking her taut belly. My hands roved over her, finding a lacy bra, and firm breasts, and friendly nipples that perked up under my palms. I pushed her back down on the floor, my hands on her body, my weight on top of her as I kissed and nibbled on her neckline again.

"Tell me."

"Never." I bent down and kissed her, a crushing kiss to push her head back into the floor, pressing down on her body like I was trying to push her down the long elevator shaft. One of my hands cupped her face, holding her chin roughly in place, while my other hand slunk down her body, across her belly, into the band of her pencil skirt, and quickly into her panties, my fingers easily sliding across her bare mound. I let my fingers stop there, on her mound, just shy of her clit. I could already smell her sweet, rich scent of arousal. I tickled her mound, and held her face tight with my other hand.

"Tell me." And my fingers started their way towards the soft of her. She gasped, and then held her breath, not saying anything, not even a refusal. 

" I bet you dreamt about a situation much like this. Of being trapped alone in a room with me, of my hands slipping into your skirt, pulling aside your thong..."

"You wish!" She said, snorting scornfully. "Get your hands off of me." But her legs widened.

"You want my hands on your body, I can tell"

"Your dirty hands don't deserve to touch my body," she spat. I bent in for a kiss, and she pulled her face away from mine. Undeterred, I pressed the flat of my palm against her thong and she spasmed against me. I finally captured her mouth with mine, sucking her lips into my mouth. 

"You think you can do this, just because we're trapped in an elevator together?" She tried to wriggle away, but all of her efforts just ground her sex against my hand.

"I can do this because I know you want it. Because you dreamt about it. Because for years, you've been dreaming about what it must be like to be filled with my cock." She stared at me, a long, terrifying stare. I finally broke it by kissing her again, hard, burying her deeper into the floor, my whole body on top of hers, my own weight pressing my hand against her thong.

At that moment, the elevator shot upwards.

I was caught unawares and collapsed on Monica. She pushed me off of her, and we scrambled to our feet.

The doors slid open in a clatter of metal, and a maintenance worker in overalls was there waiting.

"Hope you guys are alright," He said cheerfully. 

"This asshole wouldn't shut up about some dream," Monica shouted, and I led her by the hand towards my room.

"She's the one who had the dream!" I shouted back down the hallway at the repairman, but the doors had already shut. 

We arrived at my door and I pulled the keycard from my pocket. I slid it into the lock, just as Monica stepped in front of me, barring the door. She looked up at me, locking me with your deep eyes.

"I never told Victoria about any dream."

"I don't believe you." The door slid open behind her. 

"I didn't come up here to sleep with you."

"I don't believe that either." I kissed her again, rough and possessing. She twisted away from my hungry mouth. 

"What makes you think I am at all interested in you?" 

I held her jaw in my head, strong, and stared into her eyes: "Because, right now, I can smell your cunt."

Monica's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned softly, into my shoulder, "Oh God."

I smiled and found her mouth again, and again she twisted away, this time pushing me off of her, catching me off balance, and I fell to my knees. We were in front of the open door to a closet; I could see my suitcase on the floor in the corner next to me. I reached out for her, and caught her by her waist, holding her in place. She slapped me on my shoulders, the top of my head, as I held her, pressing my face to her body. I caught her so my arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her stomach, my face pressed against the flesh of her ass. I quickly nudged her skirt over my head and kissed the firm flesh of her ass, creamy skinned and womanly. I began to worship her ass, kissing, licking, nibbling, kneading the cheeks of her ass. She squirmed, trying to get away from my mouth, but just pushing her delectable ass back against my face. She grabbed the closet bar between two hangers. I removed my hands from around her waist, so she could be free to leave, but she stayed there, pressing her body back towards me. I massaged the flesh of her ass with my hands, kneading them, as I kissed her lower back.

"Yesssss," she hissed. I stared at the strap of her thong, where it disappeared between her legs, and it gave me an idea. 

I pulled the strap aside just a little bit, and planted small, licking kisses, just at the point where her thong met her waistband. I started licking, moving downwards, my tongue in one long, slow lick in the place where her thong had so recently covered, down the cleft of her ass, just to the side of her winking rosebud. I spread her ass with my hands, spreading her legs slightly too, she gripped the bar tighter, and my slow tongue continued, past her rosebud, wiggling on her outer lips, past her clit, and finally resting on the bare, shaved skin of her mound. She moaned, and grabbed hold of the closet hanger bar.

"God, again!" Monica commanded. I grinned into the flesh of her lower back, pausing for a long moment, withholding, until I finally held my head parallel to the floor, and perpendicular to her cleft. I lapped back and forth, on her lower back, into the slit of her ass, laving back and forth, back and forth, paying particular, playful, worshipful attention to her rosebud, and then parting the lips of her pussy with my tongue, finding her tight, so tight I could barely worm my way inside, parted her lips slightly, and then finally gave her clit the attention it was demanding; it stood straight up, inviting me to suck on it. She tried to hold my head in place, but I refused, backed off. She howled in frustration, and I responded by licking her ass more deeply, worming my tongue around, pressing inside slightly, focusing intently on her rosebud. 

Monica responded by making a noise that wasn't entirely human, and ripped the hanger rod off of the closet wall and collapsed in a heap, landing on all fours. The rod whizzed by my head, making a whistling noise, but missing me entirely. Her womanly ass, thong astray, was directly in front of me, begging me for more. I spread her cheeks wide and licked her deeply, tasting her skin, pushing into her. She made another ghostly noise, one that came from deep inside of her, and pushed her ass back into my face, so I could lick and suck more, deeper. I ran my fingers over her lips, rubbing her lightly. 

She pulled away from me, shook me loose, and sat on the floor, staring at me, her eyes shining.

"I think you're wearing too much clothing, don't you?"

She grinned back at me. "I think I'm wearing just the right amount."

"I disagree," I said, and knee-walked up to her, and started on the buttons of her blouse. She started on my own shirt; we finished at the same time. She yanked my undershirt over my head, and pulled her in close, kissing her fiercely, her lacy black bra rubbing against my chest.

I picked her up by her waist, stood up, and set her down roughly on the bed. She reached for my belt, undid it, and I yanked my trousers down, taking my socks and underwear with it, leaving me totally naked as I climbed on top of her, her still in her bra, skirt and panties. My weight rested on top of her, my mouth meeting hers again, crushing her head back into the bed. Her mouth was equally fierce, her tongue driving into me, as my hands collapsed around her, finding her luscious skin everywhere. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, licking, nibbling. I traced up her jawline, bringing my cunt-flavored lips to her ear.

"Tell me about the dream," I whispered. 

"I was doing something for you," She whispered back to me, clutching me to her.

"What was that?"

A long pause.

"I'll never tell," she spat, and tried to wriggle away from me again. She bucked me off of her, rolling over, trying to crawl away again. I leapt on top of her, my naked body pressed into her back, one hand across her breasts, the other stroking her belly. Her long hair had fallen down her back, just meeting her bra strap, and I pressed my face into it, soaking up her smell, my cock, already hard, pressed against the flesh of her round ass. I stroked her belly, just above the top of her thong, and then finding it a nuisance, I ripped it off of her. 

"Tell me what you did for me, in the dream."

"No!" I pressed my hand deeper, pushing her ass back against my cock.

"Tell me"

"You want to know?" 

"I do," I said, and started to work my way into her thong, across her smooth bald skin, and to her proud clit.

"Touch me," she moaned, desperate, wanting. I started to stroke her, irregularly, not bringing her towards the orgasm she wanted.

"Tell me." 

"I'll tell you, just keep touching me." I started to rub her clit in regular, clockwise motions.

"Tell me what you were doing for me."

"Ok," she said, gasping, humping my hand. "I'll tell you what I did for you. I... I did your taxes!" I yanked my hand away, off of her clit, and she groaned, and rubbed her pussy into the bed, but couldn't find enough friction to bring herself off. She bucked against me. I spanked her on the flesh of her ass, the room echoing with the report.

"Fuck!" She screamed. "Just take me."

"You want my cock?"

"I want it so bad, just fuck me, pound me."

"Not until you tell me."

"Who cares about a silly dream, just take me!" I placed my cock just at the entrance to her pussy. Even though she was dripping wet, she was so tight I could hardly pry apart her lips with my cock. I knew I wouldn't be able to dive into her, to ram her, not at first, she was so tight.

"Just tell me, and I'll fill your cunt with my thick cock." I whispered into her ear. She bucked back at me, tried to capture my cock with her pussy, but I backed away. 

"Never."

"Then you can't have my cock."

"Don't you want it? Don't you want to just sink your cock into my tight, wet cunt?"

"I do, but not until you tell me."

"Then you'll never have it."

I pondered this for a long moment, looking down on her body, at her creamy skin. And then at her winking rosebud, staring back at me. I got a wicked idea. I took my cock in my hand, and placed it just at her rosebud. I could feel the slight slickness of my saliva, from our earlier play.




I Dare You



"If you don't tell me, I'll push." I said, huskily. 

She turned her head, stared back at me; her eyes flashed violet.

"I dare you."

"You dare me to what?"

"I dare you to put your thick cock into my tight little ass."

That's all it took, the thoughts of her dream forgotten. I scooted up, and pressed my cock against her rosebud. She was still looking back at me, locking her eyes with mine. 

I pressed forward, just a half inch or so, that quickly became a full inch, maybe two. Her eyes got huge, she exhaled in a huge moan, as did I. 

We both kept moaning, and groaning, as she ground her ass back against me, and I pushed forward even deeper. It was almost painful, she was so tight. One hand found her clit, my other hand was rough and strong on her breast inside the bra that was still covering them. I started stroking her faster and faster, and she pushed her ass back at me, until I was fully buried inside her, finally. It was so tight, and so hot. I could hear her gasping breaths getting closer and closer together, a sure sign she was about to come. And then it was there, her hips quaking below me, her clit hard against my fingers, her ass clenched my cock. It was so hard for me not to come, and I bit her shoulder to keep myself from shooting. Her orgasm lasted a long time, and finally she unclenched, and I started to slowly pump her, to press in and out of her tight, tight ass.

"Oh god," We both breathed out, at the same time, and Monica giggled, and that made her ass clench again, tighten around my cock. I pressed in harder, hungry for my own come now, my weight upon her again as I thrust in and out.'

"Oh god Oh god Oh god," We both chanted, her ass bucking back against me, my hips pumping into her, the rooming filling with the slaps of skin on skin, and our inchoate murmurings. 

At last I was there, and started to come. I pulled her back to me, by her hips, trying to find that extra half inch inside her, while I shot, endlessly spilling into her tight ass, roaring into her ear.

"Fill me!" she cried, as I kept shooting into her.

I collapsed on top of her, my cock softening in her squeezing ass. 

"Fuck, that was so good," I breathed into her ear.

"Yes, it was. But you're heavy," she said elbowing me off of her with a grin. I rolled away and she got up, and headed to the bathroom, still in her bra and skirt, nothing else.

She slipped into the bathroom, and I got up to get a glass of water. My room had one of those hotel bathrooms where the sink was outside the bathroom proper. I drank deeply, as I filled another glass for Monica, and had it in my hand as she opened the door.

"That's what I like to see when I open a door: a hot naked man, waiting on me hand and foot."

"And other parts of you too," I replied, handing her the glass. She drank it all in a single gulp, and filled it again; she just as drained as I. 

"I can feel your cum leaking out of my ass," she said, casually, but that thought stirred someplace deep inside me. My cock started to harden.

"Really?" I said, trying to keep my voice equally casual.

"Yeah. You must not have come for weeks, there's so much." She took another sip. My cock throbbed again. I fell to my knees, and stared directly at the wisp of a thong, covering her shaved pubis. 

"What are you doing?"

"Turn around." 

"Why?" She asked but she did it anyway. I slid her thong off of her body, down her legs. She stepped out of them. I stared between her legs, at the sight of my come dribbling out of her ass; some had leaked out onto the lips of her pussy, some was making its way down her thighs. I wet my fingers in it, and slid them along her lips, opening them for me. I found myself fully hard.

"Hold on to the counter," I said, huskily.

"Why?" She said again, but again, she complied. I ran my hands over her mound, her ass, covering them in my come as I rubbed her slit. Once my hands were covered, sticky with come, I stood up, and held her breasts, holding her back to me, smearing them with our joint juices. Once they were slick, I took my hands away, and held her by her hips. 

"You're already hard," she moaned, telling me something I already knew. I lined up my cock with her pussy, and nosed my way in. She was so tight, it took me a long time to slip all the way inside her until finally her round ass was pressed against my hips.

"You're so tight!" 

"You're so thick!" I slowly slid back, until just the head was inside, and as we both loudly exhaled, moaning, I slid back home.

"I am going to fuck you now," I muttered, through gritted teeth.

"Yes, treat my pussy good." I held her hips tight and fucked her with deep, firm strokes. 

"I'll treat your pussy like a queen." I pulled her back towards me with my strong hands.

"Yes!" I leaned forward, so I could be closer to her ear as I pulled her body back deeper onto my cock.

"And I'll treat your ass like a whore," I whispered.

"God, yes!" she said, and I felt her cunt clench and tighten as she cried out. I kept fucking her, pounding into her, from behind, staring into her eyes in the mirror, letting my eyes roaming over her come-glazed breasts.

"I'll worship your cunt and then use your ass." I kept pounding away, and she kept moaning.

"God, yes, fill my ass again!" Her cunt squeezed my cock, again, and her hips quaked, at the thought of me coming in her ass again, and that's all it took for me.

I pulled out of her cunt and pressed the head just inside her ass, and started shooting immediately. As I bored my way deep into her ass, I kept shooting, my own come paving the way for my cock. 

"Fuck, Monica, your slutty ass feels so good around my cock."

"Fill me up, keep coming, I can feel you gushing!" she cried, as she pushed her ass back against me, her ass squeezing my cock tight, making it hard to for me to push in. We kept writhing up against each other as we came down from our orgasms, clutching each other, trying to pull each other closer, more of our skin pressed together, me still emptying into her depths. 

"Oh Gooooodddd, " I groaned, my spasms finished.

"I know what you mean," Monica breathed. "And I think I need a shower."

"I'll wash your hair."

"Could be fun." She grinned up at me in the mirror, her proud tits still glazed with my come, her cheeks flushed and body limp. I pulled out of her, at last, and we both gasped, and then giggled. 

We stumbled into the shower and were thrilled to find the water already hot.

"Nice hotels are the best," she said, basking in the water. I wrapped her in a bear hug, pressing her body back against mine.

"You're the best," I whispered. She turned to face me.

"This wasn't just a one off, for you, you want to see me again?"

"Monica, I am tied to you like the buttons on your blouse." Her face melted, and she kissed me fiercely. 

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then we need to celebrate," she said, grinning, and slowly slunk her way down my body, letting her hands trail her way down until she was on her knees. She took a cloth and soaped it up, and began to wash my thighs, my belly, while looking up at me.

"What are you doing?" I asked?

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"I know what you should be doing."

"What's that?"

"Cleaning me off, so you can suck me hard again."

"Sound yummy," she winked. She brought me to a lather, and I was mostly hard before she finished rinsing. Monica took the head of my cock into her mouth, and I moaned.

"Yessss..." She looked up at me, excited that I was excited, her eyes wide. I stroked her hair.

"Look at me while you suck me." I ordered, and she nodded, the head of my cock not leaving her mouth. She took me a little deeper, and I could feel myself throb in her mouth. I was ready.

"I think we need to find a bed, don't you?" She nodded again, still not letting me go. 

"You're right, suck me for just another minute." She smiled around my cock, and began to worship it with even greater ardor. After another languorous minute, I lifted her up from under her arms, and pulled her up, lifting her well off her feet so we were face to face.

"Bed. Now." 

"Yes please," She said, and wrapped her legs around me. I pushed my way out of the door, and began to totter my way out of the bathroom towards the bed, her legs wrapped around me. I turned and sat on one of the beds, and she pushed me back so I was lying flat. She pulled herself up and lined up her pussy with the head of my cock. She looked straight up at the ceiling, and fed me into the soft of her. She was dripping wet, and incredibly tight; it took a long, long moment before I was finally fully inside, her body resting on mine. 

"Look at me." I said. Her gaze snapped down from the ceiling to meet mine, but her hips refused to move. I made my cock throb inside of her, and she gasped sharply. 

"Monica..."

"Yes...?" I grabbed her hips tightly.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered. Her hips started rolling slowly. I pressed up into her, delighting in her brooding face, the slow roll of her luscious breasts.

"Yeah," she muttered, to no one. Her hips began to writhe a little faster, rolling up and down on my body, as I held her tightly, ensuring that she wouldn't buck off of me. Her hands roamed over her body, as she bucked, cupping her tits, caressing her sides, her belly, until finally her hand found her clit, and started to circle, at a slow pace, rubbing to match her hips.

"That's it," I said, huskily. "Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my cock." 

"Mmm... Yesss..." She groaned, and started strumming even faster, as her hips picked up the pace. I used my strong hands to pull her hips down onto me, as I thrust up into her.

"You're so tight around my cock, you ride me so good." 

"Yes!" She strummed even faster, grinding her pussy against my body.

"I love the way you look when you're about to come, it makes me want to come inside your cunt."

"Yes!" She fucked me even harder, using the hand that wasn't buried between her legs to keep herself upright, pressing against my chest, until finally she cried out, and her hips quaked, and she slumped against me, my cock still hard, and ensconced deep inside her.

"Fuck, that was good. And you're still hard."

"I am indeed," I said, and sat up, so she was in my lap. She swiveled, to wrap her legs around my waist. I took her by her hips, and started to lift her slowly, pulling her up and down on my cock, my face pressed right between her breasts.

"That's it, fuck me," she muttered, her arms wrapped around my head. Her spurring me on made me thrust into her harder, grinding our bodies together, pressing her to me, tasting the salt of her skin. 

"Oh God, Monica, your cunt is so tight, it's going to make me come."

"Yes, come in me, come in my cunt." I pulled her closer to me, my strong hands wrapping her up, trying to find any extra room in her pussy to shoot. As I came, I bellowed into her chest, crying out, as she held me head to her breasts. We stayed wrapped together in a rictus of pleasure, us both shouting ecstatically, until we finally collapsed in a pile of sweaty limbs. Neither of us said anything for a long moment, until Monica broke the silence.

"Between this wet spot, and the shower, I think we should sleep in the other bed tonight."

I couldn't say a word, I was laughing so hard.

***

Later, exhausted, Monica nestled into the crook of my shoulder, her skin sticking to mine, bonded by sweat and come:

-Next time I want you to fuck me like you did tonight, and come in my ass again, only this time we'll have a butt plug and after you've filled my ass with your cum, we'll stopper it inside of me. And then when you fuck me again, I'll feel it inside of me, until we pull it out so you can come in my ass again, and keep filling it over and over again.

That almost made me hard, again, but she'd drained me too thoroughly. I had some ideas of my own:

-Next time I want to tie you by your wrists to my headboard, and have you ride me, so that you're in control, holding your breasts to my face, your hair dripping onto me, you in control, fucking me. But knowing that you're helpless, that any time I can slide out from under you, and you'll be tied in place, mine to control. 

-That sounds so good, she said, yawning.

Next time, next time.



I Dare You



It was a dare she never should have taken. She'd been at it all night, and she was only 1 away from her goal. But it was 1 AM - and she was exhausted. But luckily, she didn't have to do any "work" right now. Looking down the bed, to between her legs, she could see Bob as he lowered his head to eagerly begin licking at her pussy. As she watched, she thought back to the beginning of the night.

It had all started over dinner, 7 hours ago. Shelli was both going through a bit of a drought and hadn't had a steady boyfriend for a while. Oh, it wasn't that she couldn't - Shelli's long legs, round, firm ass and 36D tits virtually guaranteed her any guy she wanted. But she was "selective". Unfortunately, she hadn't found the right guy for a while. So tonight, she was spending the evening with her friend Gail.

Where it came to relationships, Gail was as different from Shelli as night and day. She could be described as a "wild child". Gail would fuck anything with 2 legs and a cock. Check that -- she didn't need the legs. Shelli was amazed as the mass of sex toys that Gail had acquired over the years, wondering how she could actually use so many.

"What you need to do is just get out of your rut. Go find some guys to just spend the night with. You're too young to be tied down," Gail was saying over desert. She'd been on this theme all night, trying to get Shelli to just entertain the thought of a one-nighter with a guy.

"I keep telling you Gail, I just couldn't do that," Shelli replied.

"Look, all you need is the right motivation," Shelly grinned, as a plan began forming in her head. "What if I dared you to outdo me?"

"Huh?"

"It's simple. I dare you to go out, and screw, or be screwed, by more guys than I've done in a single night. Do that and I'll give you a hundred bucks AND pick up tonight's dinner" 

Shelli's mind reeled. Something like this was so out of the norm for her. But she did have to admit that she really missed having a cock shoved in her. Besides, how many guys could Gail have done in a single night? Sure, she enjoyed herself, but it's not like she was a hooker, or anything. 

"Sure. OK," Shelli had said after a deep breath, and a look around the restaurant. "How you going to know I've done it?"

"Oh, I'll know!" she giggled. "I trust you not to try to fudge the numbers. But remember, it has to be guys. Toys DON'T count!"

"Ok," Shelli grinned. She got up from the table and prepared to head out. "So.....what's your record?"

"Five!" Gail said, deadpan. "So, you'd better get out of here and get hunting!"

Now Shelli's head really started spinning. Five! How was she going to find 6 guys to fuck her, all in one night? With a stunned look, she headed towards the door. Gail watched her go, without another word, and a huge grin on her face. Oh ya, she'd know if Shelli was lying or not!

Bob was definitely skilled at this. Pushing and rubbing his tongue against Shelli's clit brought her back around to the here-and-now. Her head rolled from side to side, enjoying as he massaged her. Reaching down, she grabbed her tits, kneading them, then pinching her nipples. Between this, and Bob now pushing his tongue into her open pussy, she felt a shock run through her. Bob was good...very good...even better than Doug.

She had left the restaurant, and started down the street, wondering how she was going to even start with this task. This wasn't like her at all. But Shelli did admit that there was a certain excitement to it -- even if it did also scare her a bit.

She was still wondering where to start when she passed the door to an apartment building, and the answer struck her -- Doug! Doug was an ex that she had dumped a while back. He had always said if she wanted to stop by, she could. Well, here was her chance. But she'd have to make it quick!

Walking up the stairs, she worked out her plan. But as she approached his door, she paused, wondering if she could carry through on this whole thing. Doubting whether this was right for her or not, she began to turn away....just as Doug's door opened. "Shelli?" she heard behind her.

This had to be a sign, she thought. Steeling herself, she turned, and walked right up to him. Grabbing him by the shoulders she pulled herself to him, and locked him in a deep, passionate kiss. "I want you...right NOW," she said, pushing him back into his apartment.

"This is a surprise!" Doug replied.

"We're not getting back together, Doug. I just want to get it on with you. If that's fine, then let's go!" she gasped. She couldn't believe she'd just said it! Fearing a rejection, she glanced down. But when she looked up, he was undoing his pants! "Any preferences, tonight?" she asked.

"You know what really turns me on," he replied. And ya, she did.

Heading to the bedroom, they immediately got into a 69, with Shelli on top. She began bobbing up and down on his erect cock. Meanwhile, he started by licking all over her pussy, first driving his tongue into her, then sliding out and swirling around her clit. Quickly he pulled one of his hands from under her legs, and pushed first one, then two fingers into her hole. Shelli released his cock from her mouth as she gasped. She ran her tongue around the ridge at the base of the head of his member. She knew he liked that -- his body tensed up, and she could see the head begin to swell slightly, it turning darker red. 

Doug's response was to jam a third finger into her, sucking hard on her clit. This made her begin to shake with pleasure. Shelli dropped down on his cock. She had gotten good at deep-throating when she was with Doug. He liked his oral sex, and she knew how to make him feel good! When her lips touched the very last inch of his cock she felt him tense, and his cock grew more at the back of her mouth and throat. Doug grunted hard and pulled her tight against him. He wrapped his mouth around her clit, and sucked as hard as he could. Simultaneously, he began to empty his load into her waiting mouth. 

She swallowed him, beginning to feel her own body tense up. Shaking, she climaxed herself, pushing tightly against his mouth.

When they had both completed, Shelli rolled off of him, catching her breath. Knowing she was on a timeline, she wasted no time, getting her clothes back on.

"Hey, where ya going," Doug asked?

"I told you we weren't getting back together, Doug," she replied. She pulled on her shoes, and headed towards the door. "Thanks babe!" she said as she headed out the door, leaving him still on the bed, naked. Once in the hall, Shelli stopped for a second, thinking about what had just happened. She WAS able to just walk away. Thinking about this, she headed down the stairs. Count one!

Bob was now running his tongue round and round the opening to her pussy. Shelli loved how this felt, the skin there so sensitive. Beginning at her opening, he ran his tongue around, circling tighter and tighter, each pass going just a bit deeper into her. Shelli began lifting her hips, trying to get herself closer to his eager mouth. Pausing, Bob inserted a pair of fingers into her. She noticed that she was started to get rather sensitive, and a bit sore, down there. But stopping was not an option at this point. She just wanted Bob to keep going. "More," she moaned. And with that a third was in her! She was still amazed that she was finding this as satisfying as earlier in the night.

Leaving Doug's, Shelli decided that she had to find a "target rich environment" to get a couple of guys. A club, that's what she needed. And she knew just the one. There was a singles club just a couple blocks over.

The line up at the door wasn't a problem -- never had been for Shelli. A good looking blonde woman, long legs, nice tits.....the bouncers immediately had her in the door. 

The music pounded inside the club. Shelli looked around, the place very full. She made her way to the bar, where several guys immediately offered her their seats. Rather than declining, her normal practice, she started to size up the offers, picking a good looking, well kept guy, with brown hair and the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. He obviously kept himself in good shape. And, most importantly tonight, he looked interested, but not sleazy. "Thanks," she said, as she took the offered barstool. "I'm Shelli".

"Hi. I'm Chuck," he replied.

Over two rounds of drinks, they entered into some small talk. It turned out Chuck was recently "un-attached", his ex not being interested in any kind of intimate contact. This was a perfect pick, Shelli thought. 

"So, how long's it been since you've gotten any?" Shelli finally asked, rather bluntly?

Chuck was obviously surprised by the question. "Well, a while," he said, tentatively. Shelli got up, and whispered that they should go then. Taking Chuck by the hand, she led him over to towards the washrooms. Sticking her head in, she made sure the women's was empty, then pulled him in with her. Chuck turned and locked the door. "Wouldn't want anyone walking in!"

"Oh -- you're not an exhibitionist?" Shelli teased. Unbuttoning his shirt, she found a well-toned body. "Nice," she added, playing with his nipples. Chuck's head dropped back, his eyes closed. "Ahh, I see you like that". Shelli moved closer, sucking on first his left nipple, then his right. At the same time, she unzipped his pants, and ran her hand down to grab his dick. "My, what a big tool you have!" she said with a laugh. "I think we should do something with that"

Shelli turned to face the mirror. Her back was to him, but she watched his reflection as she undid her top, exposing her breasts to him. Then she hiked up her skirt, and pushed her thong down to the floor, shoving it into her purse. Bending forward, Shelli then placed her hands on the counter, and backed up, pushing her ass against his now rigid member. She was right, it WAS big. Fully erect, it was pushing out the top of Chuck's underwear. "Push it in," she moaned, rubbing back and forth.

Chuck needed no additional prompting. He pulled down his shorts, and flipped up Shelli's skirt so it was on her back, exposing her fine ass. She spread her legs apart, an inviting view. Without another word, Chuck pushed himself into her, making both of the gasp. Shelli was glad that she hadn't run into Chuck as her first guy. She was sure that that much dick would have torn her open!

Reaching around and grabbing her hips, Chuck began pumping on Shelli's pussy, driving himself deeper and deeper. At the same time, Shelli pushed on the counter, feeling him bottom out inside her. Faster and slower, faster and slower, Chuck kept pumping away until he couldn't hold himself any longer. He yelled, "Oh my god!", and pulled hard on her hips. She could feel him fully inside her, the head of his dick against the wall inside her. He came with such force that she could feel it coming out of him and spraying into her! This, of course, made her cum again, for the second time this night. As they both moaned in pleasure, their pace began to slow, until eventually Chuck came to rest with his now softening member still inside Shelli, both of them with their hands on the edge of the counter, resting.

"That was GREAT," Chuck panted, as he began to pull out of her.

"Ya," Shelli replied. "Why don't you head out, while I get cleaned up?" After getting his clothes straightened up, Chuck tentatively opened the door, and headed out. Shelli watched him go, then cleaned up herself. Opening her purse, she looked at her thong, and decided to just leave it where it was.

Knowing that she couldn't afford any attachments tonight, she peeked out the restroom door, and headed out of the club through the back way. There were other clubs to hit this night, and it was almost 10 o'clock. Still four to go.

About a block down the street there was another club, and another line. Flirting with the bouncer had the usual effect -- she got in right away! This place was definitely full though. The dance floor was just a mass of people packed together. Figuring that she could use this to her advantage, Shelli made her way to the floor and began working her way through the crowd. 

As usual, she had no problems getting offers to dance. But one was too sleazy, the next too eager. It only took her about 15 minutes to find her next likely target. Good dancer, good looking too. They had danced to 2 songs, when a Latin beat began playing. Taking this as an opportunity, Shelli turned around, and began grinding against the guys crotch, wiggling seductively. She knew that things were going well when she felt his hands on her hips, and his cock through his pants!

The song came to an end, and the pair tried to find themselves a seat. This was going to be a challenge! Eventually, they found the end of a booth that was free. Problem was that there was only really space for 1. This wasn't going to be an issue for Shelli. She'd discovered that she could see opportunities in these sorts of things. She pushed the guy down towards the seat and plunked herself down on his lap. The music was extremely loud, so general talking wasn't going to happen in this club. She tried talking directly to his ear, that they should find someplace quite or private, but he just couldn't hear.

Suddenly it came to her. Taking his hand, she discretely moved it so it was just under her skirt. He had a good idea what she was driving it. He ran his hand up Shelli's leg, a single finger tracing where her thong should have been and down to the top of her pussy. Shelli looked into his face, with a grin, and just nodded. He smiled and nodded back. Now for the next step -- she had to figure out how to get him inside. Tilting her head to the side, she held up her left hand and made an "O" with her thumb and forefinger and slid her right forefinger in. Again, the explanation was clear, and with a nod, he agreed.

Shelli partially stood up, using her skirt to cover his mid-section. Quickly he undid his pants and pulled out his cock under her skirt. Seeing him nod, Shelli sat back down, making sure that he impaled her. God it felt good. She began to gyrate to the music, hoping that what they were doing wasn't too obvious. It only took 2 songs, and Shelli felt his arms reach around her waist, pulling her down and towards him. She could feel him shake slightly. Turning, she could see the pleasure in his face.  

Eventually, he indicated that she should probably get up. Shelli was trying to figure out how she was going to get to the washroom to clean up. But when she stood, again holding her skirt to cover things, she noticed him grab a napkin from the table, and shove a condom into it. Perfect.

When he was done, she turned around, and gave him a deep, wet kiss. Smiling, she waved to him, and started across the dance floor. That was interesting, she thought. I never even got his name!

Bob now had Shelli up on her knees, with her pussy suspended above his face. This allowed him to not only suck much harder on her clit, but also get a toy into her pussy. A big cock shaped toy. It was not like any toy that Shelli had seen, the end of it swung back and forth if it was on outside her. And she could feel it moving inside her. God it felt good. As he pushed it in, it stretched her, and she shook as the wave of pleasure moved over her. Gail had said "no toys", but this one was in the hands of someone else, so Shelli was going to count this no matter what -- and she knew, so would Gail. She liked being up on her knees with a guy in her. The sensation was always more intense for her this way. She could feel it, her climax would come soon. But this wasn't the first time she was on her knees this night. Funny, the last time she ended up this way too.

Leaving the club, Shelli had decided that she really needed to find someone soon, if she was going to make it to 6 guys tonight. But she was half way there. As she left the club, she noticed the line was longer than ever. Hmmm -- another opportunity.

She worked her way down the line, sizing up each guy she saw. Each guy that didn't have a girl on his arm, that is. Finally, she found an interesting one. Well muscled, nice hair. He seemed to be with a couple of friends. So she decided to talk with him. The line wasn't moving at all, so this worked in Shelli's favour. Eric eventually suggested that they get a coffee, or anything else, just so long as it wasn't standing in this line any more.

"Sure," said Shelli. "I'm game for something". With that they said good-night to Eric's friends and found his car, over in a lot off the main street. Shelli looked - there was no one around in the lot. Eric obviously was not poor. He led her to a well-kept, large Cadillac.

"Where to?" Eric queried, unlocking the doors.

"Why don't we just stay here for a while?" Shelli had already opened the door to the rear seat, and was climbing in. Eric shrugged his shoulders, grinned and climbed in the back with her. She was definitely glad for her good looks this night -- no convincing required. Of course, find a guy who isn't interested in sex!

This encounter began with some kissing. It was only 10:45pm, so she had some time for foreplay. And besides, she found it fun. Eric liked to probe around with his tongue, and Shelli wasn't going to stop him. Eventually, he started sliding a hand up her top, tentatively at first. To help him understand the mood she was in, she reached under her top and popped the clasp on her bra, releasing her boobs. This hint was all he needed. He pulled off her top, and began sucking on her tits. She could feel the tingling from her nipples all the way down to her crotch. Reaching over, she began rubbing his cock, through his pants. He wasn't overly large, but he was definitely hard!

She undid his pants, and she got a bit of a surprise. He was commando. As soon as the zipper went down, his cock leaped out of his pants. She began stroking him, still enjoying him playing with her tits.

Pushing him back slightly, Shelli leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft. Lightly taking the head of his cock into her mouth, she kissed him, then looked up at him.

"You want to fuck me?" she asked. He just nodded. This had to be his lucky night!

Kicking off her shoes, Shelli planted her knees into the back seat -- her head at the door. "Then do me, right here!"

Eric moved to behind her, and lifted her skirt. "Hey! We're both commando!" he exclaimed. Her only reply was to reach back with one hand and pull him, by the cock, towards her waiting mound. He shoved himself in.

As he starting moving back and forth, Shelli immediately, and unexpectedly, came. And it was forceful! So much so, she squirted in the car! It must have been because she hadn't cum in the club, sitting on that guy's lap.

"Don't worry about that," Eric chuckled, sliding in and out even harder. The pumping continued to the point where the car was rocking back and forth. It was amazing that no one stopped to see what was happening. 

Shelli reached up under herself and began playing with her clit, while Eric continued to pound away. She could feel herself reaching another climax, just as Eric pushed the hardest of all, pulling her towards himself at the same time. This time they both came together, a loud groan from both of them.

Shelli was starting to get tired by this point. She made some excuses about losing track of time, hurriedly told Eric that she lived just a block over, and exited the car. She could hear him offering to drive or walk her home across the lot, so she just waved and yelled that it was OK.

She was definitely tired, and about ready to pack it in. She'd given it a good try, but she wasn't sure she could find another guy. As she walked around the corner, a little café caught her eye. Unlike the clubs, this place was absolutely empty. She walked in and sat down. Shortly a great looking blonde guy, about 5'9", came over and asked what she wanted. "Just a coffee," Shelli said.




I Dare You



A moment later, her coffee arrived, and the waiter disappeared. She sat there, thinking about the evening so far. Well, this wasn't a typical weekend for her. She was definitely going to be sore in the morning. But she hadn't met Gail's dare. Too bad.

She must have had a sad look on her face, because the waiter wondered back, asking, "Everything ok, miss?". Shelli nodded, but the waiter asked if he could sit down. They started talking about the city, different people that came and went from the café, and just how quiet it was. His name was Bob. He was a musician, but working in the café helped make ends meet. They continued to talk, and Shelli realized they had a number of things in common. Including, interestingly, that neither were "attached".

"Look at the time!" he suddenly exclaimed. "It's 12 o'clock. I've got to close up and throw you out of here. Too bad."

"Ya." Shelli thought for a second. "You know any place we could go to keep talking?" "Everyplace around here is either closed or full up by this point at night," he replied. "We could have another coffee at my place, but I don't suppose you'd be interested in that. It's not like we've known each other for a while." Shelli was beginning to wonder if she wanted to get to know this guy. So, she said that she would be interested and they headed to Bob's place, just above the café, which was how he got the job.

They sat and talked. Eventually the conversation turned to relationships. Bob had had a run of bad ones, and figured that he was doomed to not finding anyone who wanted to get "close". Shelli certainly couldn't figure out why. He was good looking, interesting and wasn't full of himself. "I'd be interested," she said, before she knew what she was saying. Bob looked at her, a bit surprised she had said it as well. 

Shelli was on autopilot by this point. She had pushed across the couch to kiss him, but ended up bowling him over, her landing on top of him. They both started to laugh, at which point Shelli said, "Let's give it a try". She planted a kiss on him that stated to boil his blood.

She remembered it all vividly, as Bob continued to lick at her. She was so enjoying this -- more so than any of the previous 4. Shelli's body began to shake from deep within. Lifting her head and arching her back, she tensed as she came. Bob pushed the dildo into her, helping her through the climax.

It was a strong, intense orgasm -- Shelli's pussy clamping down on the dildo. She screamed out, the feelings were so strong. But Shelli was also exhausted and as she fell back onto the bed, she also fell, almost immediately, to sleep.

It was dark when she awoke. Not being sure where she was, she came to with a start, sitting upright, breathing hard. Suddenly, she realized there was someone beside her. Then she heard Bob's voice, "It's OK. You fell asleep, so I figured you needed it". His arm eased her back to the pillow.

With that, Shelli started to cry. After asking and prodding, she told Bob everything: The dare, the other 4 guys, and the fact that she might like him. She figured she was going to be thrown out. But Bob just gave her a hug.

"So, one short, huh?" he asked. She nodded. After about 10 minutes, Bob said, "That's too bad. Can I try to make you feel better?" She rolled over and he kissed her on the forehead. But instead of having sex, he rolled out of bed and left the room. 

Shelli rolled back on her side and lay there, wonder what was going on. But about 5 minutes later, she heard him come back. In the dark she thought she heard 2 sets of steps, but it must have been a mistake. She felt Bob get into the bed behind her, lifting her leg to gain access to her pussy. His rock-hard cock brushed up against her leg, as he guided it to her. "My turn to cum, now," he whispered. She was definitely game. Then he asked, "So, you want to finish your dare?"

Confused, she said, "I want you right now." With that, he pushed, his full hard-on sliding into her. This guy was not only long, but wide! He pushed twice, then slid his member out so his head was just touching her lips. "Put it back," she pleaded.

"OK, but I'm going to give you a chance to get me AND finish your dare, if you want. Don't be afraid, I had John come over. He's my next door neighbour. If you want, he'll stay. If not, he'll just leave." With that, he thrust back into her, and pulled out again.

"S,s,s,stay," she stammered. She could feel someone climb onto the bed in front of her, and felt a leg near her face. Reaching up, she found another mammoth cock, just inches from her. She wrapped her hand around it, and began stroking.

"Eat it," she heard, not sure which of the two men had said it. Shelli lifted her head and extended her tongue, running it along the bottom of the shaft. She worked her way from the end to the base of his dick, then back to the end. Just as she reached the end, he opened her mouth. Bob must have known what she was doing because he picked that exact moment to dive back into her pussy. She jammed her mouth forward enveloping John's cock. She'd never had to open her mouth so wide before.

As Bob continued to pound on her, he reached around and grabbed her tits. She knew that this was a recipe to make her cum. This caused her to quicken per pace on John. Each time she would dive down on him, then as she pulled back, her tongue would run over his length, finally swirling around the head of his dick, just the way Doug liked it. 

Shelli started to cum, her body tightening up for the 6th time this evening. As it did, the muscles in her pussy clamped down on Bob's member, and very shortly afterwards, pushed him over the edge. Shelli had never felt anything like it. It was like a river being dumped into her. Bob's pumping started to slow, as he wrapped his arms around her.

But John's dick was as hard as ever. Shelli took one hand started playing with John's sack. After a while she started stroking John, even as she teased and played with his cock in her mouth. She knew what it was doing to him. She could feel it. He started to swell. Just as he came, she pulled him from her mouth, stroking him furiously - his juices spraying her tits and chin. She felt John lean forward, and kiss her on the forehead.

"Thank you," Shelli gasped.

"No, thank YOU," was the reply. John then disappeared into the dark. Shelli heard the apartment door close, and she knew they were alone. She went and cleaned the spray off of her, coming back to bed when she'd finished washing.

"So, did you like that?" Bob asked, snuggling up against her again.

"Oh ya"

"You want to see me again?"

"I'm not going anywhere right now," Shelli replied.

"OK," said Bob. "You know, we can do this alone, or you can have John over whenever you want'

Suddenly Shelli discovered she was glad she'd taken the dare. Not only had she found out she liked not being so selective, but she'd also found a guy to be with -- or two -- when she wanted! Gail was never going to believe this....or maybe she would!



I Dare You



Monday morning, a soft beep had Marti looking at her e-mail application.

"I dare you."

It was all the first e-mail said. A short subject line and a blank e-mail text. Marti was baffled and curious. She looked at the address -- it was a company address, but not one she recognized. She looked around the office, but with all the cube walls, she could only see a couple people. Everyone seemed to be busy, but work meant typing on the computer, so she couldn't tell business from personal activities. She put it out of her mind...mostly.

"I dare you."

A second e-mail came the next day. Marti stared at the email header on the screen and wondered if this one would have something inside or be blank like the last. Too curious to resist, she double-clicked the title. Inside was one line.

"I dare you to fuck me."

She gasped, blushed, spun around, trying to find someone looking in her direction or snickering. Everyone seemed busy. She closed the e-mail and hit delete quickly, her face flaming hot, her embarrassment overwhelming. Who would send this to her? Was this a joke? It had to be a joke. She tried to get back to work, but the e-mail stayed in her mind. After 15 minutes of re-reading the same page in the training manual she was working on, she clicked open the trash folder and looked at the e-mail again. She shook her head and went back to the manual.

The next day was quiet and Marti felt a little let down. She chided herself. What was she thinking? Some pervert was sending her e-mails and she missed them? Who in the company....the e-mail address! She could research the e-mail address. What was it again...She opened the trash folder and sighed when she saw it was empty. She'd forgotten it erased everything when she shut down at night. She tried to concentrate on her manual and managed to get more done than the prior two days. When she shut down for the day, she stood and just looked around the room, trying to figure out what was going on. No one looked in her direction. No one seemed to be acting funny. She shook her head and picked up her bag.

Thursday was also quiet. Marti felt the anxiety change into disappointment. It had been someone's idea of a joke. Then she shook her head. Was she actually thinking of fucking some mystery man? Her manual was almost done, then she'd move on to another project, another team, another cube somewhere. It seemed so...temporary. Maybe a temporary fling to go with it...She must be losing her mind.

Friday morning, Marti was running late. She slipped in five minutes after her starting time and flipped on her light, dropping her bag and booting her computer. She shuffled her papers, trying to get everything in order to deliver the manual at the end of the day. She'd get an e-mail today telling her the next project and the location she would report to on Monday. It was an odd existence, being the roving admin for all departments in the company, but it meant she worked with everyone at one time or another. But she hadn't recognized the mystery e-mail address...Darn, she was thinking of it again. She glanced at her screen and her breath caught.

"I dare you."

She hesitated on the mouse. Did she open it? Why bother? It's not like she would consider fucking a stranger...although it had been a while since she'd had time to date and she could use...No. If she opened it...maybe it contained perverted pictures. Maybe...She closed her eyes and double-clicked the mouse.

"I dare you to stay late tonight and feel my cock drive you to cum."

It was the same address, she was sure, typing fast into the e-mail address book. It didn't find the record. Huh. She stared at the e-mail, feeling her pussy quiver. Marti closed the e-mail but didn't delete it. She tried to focus on her work, printing a hard copy of the manual for her files, forwarding the final electronic copy to the team leader. She straightened the desk, moving her files into the box that maintenance would move to her new cube over the weekend. The e-mail beeped and she turned quickly. But it was only her new assignment. She'd be working two floors up, with the marketing team on Monday. Something new...but she hovered the mouse over the dare e-mail instead. She wanted...something more.

Lunch was catered by her team, a celebration of success and a send-off to the temporary pool that were being reassigned to other projects. She watched everyone carefully, judging their moves, their looks, their words, looking for some clue. But nothing stood out. She found herself scanning the men in the room, assessing their bodies, her eyes wandering over their groins, imagining. Realizing what she was doing, she tried to shake off the mood, but her body hummed with excitement and anticipation. She ate her cake slowly, savoring each bite of chocolate and cream, licking the fork as she watched the room. 

After lunch, she finished organizing her files to move. The beep of the e-mail had her glancing idly over at it.

"I dare you."

A second in the same day. She felt a thrill as she double-clicked to open it.

"I dare you to lick my cock like you licked that fork. I dare you to let me lick your creamy center."

Her body heat rose several notches. Oh my God, she thought. She glanced around, then re-read the e-mail. Her nipples were tight, her pussy aching, as she recalled how she'd enjoyed the cake, imagining a man enjoying her...She had to find out who this was. She had to go to the ladies room first.

Marti escaped behind the swinging door and chose the furthest stall. She leaned back against the closed door and sighed. Her body was throbbing for attention, but there was no way she could do anything about it now...unless. She shook her head. She'd save it for tonight. There was no longer a question whether she would fuck this mystery man. She could barely wait to.

Sitting back down in her cube, she glanced around, then hit reply.

"I dare you."

She smiled, a wicked grin, and glanced around before typing.

"I dare you to make me scream in ecstasy as I ride your cock until it erupts."

She hit send and sat back, her whole body quivering. A head suddenly appeared over her wall and she gasped in surprise.

"We're sad to see you move on to marketing," Roger, the team lead, leaned on the wall and smiled at her. Marti smiled back. Roger was easy-going and helpful, providing tips and tricks to help her produce what was the best manual of her career. She owed him a lot, both for the help and for the glowing recommendation in her personnel file.

"I've enjoyed working with your team," she answered, "Maybe I'll rotate back in with your next project. Maybe I'll see you again."

"You never know," he replied with a wink, "Let me know if you need any help."

"Thanks!" She called it after him as he sauntered away. She couldn't help but notice that he had a very nice athletic build. She shook her head. Thank God she only had another hour before the place would empty out for the weekend. In little more than that time, she should finally meet this mystery man and get rid of this...itch.

Marti wished everyone well as they stopped by her cube on their way out. She fiddled with her stuff, unboxing and reboxing in an attempt to look busy. Several coworkers urged her to get out, to enjoy her weekend, to celebrate, as they left. She just smiled and waited. Finally, the room was empty. She looked around, but didn't see anyone. Disappointment hit like a fist in the gut.

Suddenly there were hands over her eyes, a tall warm body behind her, warm breath on her neck. "I dare you." A deep husky voice whispered in her ear.

"I accept that dare." Her voice wavered a little and she bit her lip. Her breath caught as she waited in anticipation.

"Good." His lips brushed her neck, but his hands still covered her eyes. "I've watched you and wanted you."

"Who..." she started, but his hands shifted and his thumbs brushed her lips.

"Not yet," he whispered, "Close your eyes." Marti closed her eyes obediently. She felt his hands move, but resisted peeking. The mystery of this was part of the excitement and she didn't want to lose any of the anticipation. She felt something soft on her face and realized he was blindfolding her.

"I can't see..." she started, but his fingertip pressed her lips and she stopped. Feeling a wicked jolt, she opened her mouth and gave his finger a light nip. She heard his chuckle, felt his body shift against hers.

"I know." His hands slid over her shoulders, her arms, her waist. "Just feel." 

Her legs felt weak as she stood, trembling. His hands played about the waist of her skirt and her breath caught as he undid the button, the zipper at the back. She heard as well as felt the material fall to the floor and the cool air conditioning made her shiver. His hands stroked her ass cheeks and played with the thin thong between, tugging lightly and rubbing the material against her already sensitive clit. She whimpered and heard him breath deeply as he stepped close again, his hands sliding around to her belly. He pressed himself against her backside, so she could feel the hard length of him strain through the material of his pants.

"I...I should go slow," he growled, "But you make me ache."

"Please." She whispered it, but knew he heard because he stepped back. "No...don't stop." 

"I've wanted this so long, I can't be gentle." His voice was rough, vibrating with lust.

"Don't be gentle," she managed, her blood pounding in her head, "Fuck me." She wanted this. Her body burned for this. "I dare you."

His laugh was strangled, but she heard the zipper of his slacks and trembled. His hands guided her forward until she pressed her palms on the desktop of her cube. He stepped up close behind her and she felt his cock bump her thigh, then slide between. She brought her legs together, capturing him between her thighs, feeling the thick hot length of him throb. He was...more than she'd had, but everything she wanted in this moment.

"Wicked," he growled, sliding a hand over her hip, under her panties, "I knew you would be." His fingers pressed between her swollen lips and found her clit, rubbing until she moaned. "Are you ready, my dear?"

The voice stirred something, but she lost it as his hand pushed further, forcing her legs apart. He tugged the thin strip of her panties aside as his cock shifted and rubbed her lips. Fingertips teased her pussy as his body leaned into hers, bending her forward over the desk. His head found her, guided by his fingers, and he pressed against her without penetrating. She held her breath in anticipation, her body tense, tight, ready.

"Later I'll taste your sweetness," he murmured, his lips playing about the back of her neck, "But first, I've got to fuck you." Even as the words left his lips, he thrust and his thick shaft surged into her tight pussy. 

Marti gasped, her hands fisting on the desktop as her body stretched to take his thick penis. He groaned, pushing, pushing, until he was buried to the hilt inside her. She moaned at the feel of him, searing hot, throbbing, impaling her to the core.

"God, you're even better than I imagined," he groaned, drawing his cock back a bit and thrusting deep again, testing her. She squirmed and shuddered, growing wetter as he worked himself against her in short bursts. "Yes, baby, that's it. More cream for my cock." She could feel her juices on her thighs as he continued pumping against her.

"Please..." Her voice was breathy, broken, but she needed to be fucked. These little movements were only teasing her and making her more desperate.

"Yes." His voice was low as he pulled his cock back until only his head was inside her, then drove deep in a smooth thrust. She cried out and he began a hard rhythm, stroking his entire length in and out of her pussy. Each time his head hit her core, she gave a sob of pleasure. Each time his hips banged hers, he grunted. The musky scent of sex surrounded them as he fucked her against her desk.

The blindfold made her other senses more acute and she felt the rub of his slacks against her thighs, the strength of the hands that gripped her hips, the hot breath against the back of her neck. He was panting, eagerly penetrating her cunt, his cock swelling more with each stroke...or maybe she was tensing. She could feel the twisting in her belly, the approaching climax already sending echoes through her, making her tremble.

"You feel so good." His voice was raw as his dick moved faster, harder, her body vibrating from his piston action. She moaned, arching, and one of his hands slid into her panties, his finger rubbing her clit in the same rhythm as his thrusts. 

"Yes..." Her wobbling cry preceded the scream as she came, her pussy clamping around his cock, pinning him in her depths. As the ecstasy burned through her body, she shuddered, her cum enveloping his penis as she sagged against the desk.

He groaned from the gut, his legs shifting as he pushed hard against her, his cock pulsing, erupting. She felt the hot surge of his release, crying out again, her voice mixing with his as her inner muscles milked burst after burst from him. His hands went to the desktop beside hers as he leaned into her, panting, his penis emptying into her core.

They stayed joined, panting and leaning on the desk, for several minutes. He gave a brief grunt as he shifted, his spent cock sliding from her wet pussy with a slick sound. She shivered and turned, leaning against the desk. Still a little breathy, she reached up to pull away the blindfold...and found it was a tie.

Marti's eyes lifted and saw Roger, his eyes hot but wary, standing close in her cube.

"I've been wanting you," he said, "But you worked on my team."

Marti smiled. "I don't any more." She'd never been so happy to move to a new cube....although this one would hold some memories.

"No, you don't," he smiled too. His eyes scanned up and down her. "I'd love to taste you."

Her blood heated in a flash. Marti slid her panties down until they fell onto the skirt on the floor. Then she boosted herself onto the desktop and spread her thighs. The hunger in his look had her belly quivering. "I dare you..."



I Dare You



"I dare you." He slid a taunting glance at her from the driver's seat. His hazel eyes were filled with mischief and those sexy lips were curved into a seductive smirk. He knew all her buttons, and he was pushing them now. She shifted in her seat and pretended to consider it.

"Right now? Can you handle it?" She tipped her head towards the moving scenery outside.

His answer was just a confident smile. He reached over and released her seat belt, then his. She laughed; he was too utterly charming and cocky. She swiveled, angling herself so her legs were tucked under her. She leaned over to brush a kiss over his temple, then down his jaw. She indulged herself and scraped her teeth over that long sexy muscle in his neck. He moaned just a little bit. While she nibbled and kissed, she slid her hand over his torso. His chest was hard beneath the soft cloth of his t-shirt. She let out a satisfied little moan herself as she remembered just how delightful the body under the clothing was. Her hand slipped lower, over his belly, down to the fly of his jeans. 

His cock was already hard, already pressing against the denim. She slid her palm over him; teasing, sure strokes to make sure he needed her touch. His cock pulsed against the denim. She dipped her fingers under his waistband, enjoying the catch in his breath as well as the warmth of his skin. She flipped open the button of his jeans and slid down the zipper. Eyes on him, she dipped her hand inside again, this time pulling his cock out with her. She traced over the length of him with light finger tips. He was so very hard..... this game was a very very good idea.

"Hands at ten and two, handsome," she murmured. She stroked over his cock -- base to tip and back again. Then she lowered her mouth. As her lips closed over the tip, he growled.... The sound was both hungry and satisfied. She slid her mouth lower. Her tongue stroked as she slowly took him in. She wanted to draw this out, make him pant. His hips lifted of the seat just a bit to try and slip deeper into her mouth. She withdrew. She linked her fingers over his damp shaft and stroked again, keeping her mouth just a whisper away.

His hand slid onto the back of her head, fingers fisted in her hair. She parted her lips once more, sucked the tip of him into her mouth. She sucked harder as she accepted more of him into her mouth. The car shimmied just a little and his hand returned to the wheel. She could taste the precum when she stroked her tongue over the tip. She whimpered in pleasure. She licked again, sucked just a little. She reached into his pants again, slipped her fingers over his balls. He liked it when she caressed them, when she licked that sweet spot just behind them. The close quarters of the car wouldn't allow for it, so she contented herself with teasing strokes and tugs.

"Fuck....." He moaned. "Suck my cock, baby." The simple, filthy demand sent lust scrambling through her system. She closed her mouth around him again. She sucked. She sucked hard as she lowered her mouth to take him all the way in. She sucked as she dragged her lips back to the swollen tip of him.

She felt a hand slide over her back, gripping her ass hard before slipping under the hem of her skirt. His fingers played over the wet of her panties. He teased her, pressed the wet fabric against her clit. Then he slipped her panties to the slide -- pressed a finger hard inside her. His hand retreated; she could hear him suck it clean. Two fingers pushed inside her, stretching her. She moaned against his cock.

She felt the car pull, felt it slow onto the gravel at the side of the road. She sucked harder. The car stopped. His fingers slipped into her hair, tangling tight and pulling just a bit. He lifted his hips, pressing his cock deeper still. She gagged just a little, but let him take. His thrusts became faster, harder.... She continued to suck, continued to stroke her tongue counter to his thrusts. Her fingers tightened on his balls. He swore again, followed by a moan.

His fingers moved faster inside of her. He pressed her head down lower as he fucked her mouth. She linked her fingers around the base of his cock, tight. He murmured something filthy and low. She whimpered. His muscles contracted and she felt his breath catch in his lungs. 

Her mouth was filled with him. Hot, sweet. She stroked his shaft, milked his cock. Raising her eyes to him, she watched his face as she swallowed. She watched the play of pleasure cross his features as she licked him clean.

Then she pulled back, tugged her clothing back into place. She discreetly wiped at the corners of her mouth. Then she smiled. "Your turn. Truth or dare?"



I Dare You



"Suck my cock." Dave whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine.

"Go to sleep." Jackie giggled and she lay beside him in the crowded room, her head on his bare chest.

"Go on, put it in your mouth." Dave urged before slowly licking around her ear.

"Not here, for God's sake just go to sleep." The room was pitch black, neither could even see the other just inches away, but around the room people slept drunkenly, the sound of snoring echoing softly around the room.

The house warming had been a great idea and a real success. Tom, Dave's best friend from university had been the first to get a place and it was the first time most of them had hooked back up after graduation, almost six months ago.

The party had started as soon as the first people arrived and the cork popped on the first bottle at half past two the previous afternoon. It was now almost four in the morning and the floor was strewn with sleeping bags and duvets where people had just crashed out wherever they had fallen.

"Go on. I dare you." He whispered, running his fingers through Jackie's long brown hair and pushing her head gently down.

Jackie groaned slightly. Dave knew she'd never refuse a dare. It had got them into some very tricky situations at university. The night they'd fucked on the pool table in his Halls of Residence and fled out of one door just as a group of lads came in through the other. Or the night in the shower block -- when they had actually been caught -- when what had started as a two had ended in a three. That had been a fun night!

Jackie peered into the darkness, but it was total. She ran her nails slowly down Dave's bare chest and heard his gasp as she wriggled her long fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts.

Rolling over onto her side, she slowly wrapped her fingers around his thick and rigid cock. Sliding her fingers down his shaft from the top down, she stroked him as gently and as teasingly as she could until she felt him begin to push his hips up towards her hand, urging her to grip him more tightly.

Jackie looked around the room again, but still not being able to make out a single shape, she ducked below the duvet and painstakingly planted kisses down his chest, sinking further down passed his navel and eventually to the waistband of his boxers.

It was stifling beneath the duvet, but she was completely hidden and totally oblivious to anything going on around her.

Jackie licked around Dave's bulbous helmet, smearing a drop of familiar sticky liquid around and tasting his excitement first hand.

Running her tongue along the length of his shaft from his balls to his tip, she felt him twitch in anticipation and as he pushed his hips up towards her, she sank down until she could feel his girth pushing into the back of her mouth.

Dave immediately bucked his hips and she gagged, her cough muffled beneath the heavy duvet.

Jackie teased him further, sucking his balls one at a time, sucking them like sweets, then running her tongue all over his scrotum, before slowly drawing her wet tongue all the way up his shaft from the root to the tip.

This time, when she enveloped his cock, she felt his hand snare into her hair and he pushed her deeper. Jackie wrapped her long fingers around him, constantly working his shaft with her tongue as she bobbed up and down beneath the covers.

Up above, Dave desperately tried to stop himself from gasping out loud as her tongue tickled and teased him, but he also worked to control his rising orgasm, keen to make the most of this (almost) public display.

Confident that no one could see them and frankly, not really caring if they could, Dave pushed the duvet back a little so Jackie's head was barely covered, giving her a very welcome waft of cool, fresh air.

Dave still could not even see an outline of his girlfriend, but with her head now almost uncovered, he could hear the unmistakable soft suck and slurp as she ate his cock in a roomful of people.

As his ears tuned in to the surroundings, he also realised he could hear the soft and suffocated high pitched moan of a woman's rising pleasure and wondered who else was taking advantage of the blackness.

Jackie, grateful of the sudden supply of fresh air, continued to work Dave's cock around her mouth, until movement in the room caused her to pause briefly until she realised she no longer cared if anyone could see her, in fact the buzz of being watched just made her pulse race faster. But when she felt someone slip under the duvet behind her, she flinched instinctively away from their touch, until their fingers brushed along her neck and she groaned with a rising lust.

Hot hands immediately slid down her nightshirt, found the hem and pushed it up around her waist. Fingers began to knead her buttocks, creeping constantly down towards the top of her legs and when they met no resistance, she felt a finger first brush along her pussy, then as she pulled her legs apart it slid easily inside her. She moaned as a second one slid home and began to expertly work around the walls of her pussy.

Totally unaware of who was doing this to her, but eager for it not to stop, she threw the duvet off and knelt up to give her better access to Dave and so that she was totally exposed for whatever the unexpected newcomer had in mind.

With her arse pointing in the air and her legs apart, the fingers immediately withdrew and she felt a hot, wet tongue trace lightly along the folds of her pussy. She pushed her hips back to encourage him further as his tongue probed and searched her folds until it found her button.

She moaned, loud enough for the room to hear, but as yet, it seemed largely to still be filled with the soft snores of drunken sleep.

As the tongue worked inside her, she was unable to resist the temptation and crawled back up Dave's body and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Someone is licking my pussy whilst I'm sucking your cock." She purred into his ear, before licking her way back down his chest, until she found his pole, pointing at the ceiling.

She licked along his shaft again from the base upwards, then sank her lips down his over his tip.

Reaching between her legs, she grabbed hold of the strangers chin and pulled him deeper into her willing cunt. In response she felt him suck greedily on her pussy lips, pulling them completely into his mouth and working his tongue around until she came and every nerve ending in her pussy exploded.

She stifled her excitement by swallowing as much of Dave's cock as she could, but still her gasps of pleasure escaped her lips.

Having got so far unchallenged, the tongue was quickly replaced with a rock hard cock head. It was rubbed up and down her soaking lips a few times to lubricate the tip, then pushed easily inside her exposed cunt.

She gasped as he penetrated her, rapidly filling her up with his fat cock until his wiry pubic hair tickled her skin. He grabbed her hips and drove rapidly inside her, seemingly keen to have his pleasure before she changed her mind or he was caught. She wondered if he knew who he was fucking. It was still pitch black to her and she couldn't see a thing -- which she'd assumed to be the case for everyone.

Each time he drove himself inside her, she was pushed deeper onto Dave, his thrusting hips serving only to ensure his cock filled the back of her throat with every thrust. As the stranger fucked her, she could no longer hide her pleasure and she grunted each time he drove forward.

The pop of a switch turned on a lamp and washed the room in a soft, pale glow. Across the room, Jackie saw another girl greedily sucking a cock, but she jumped off and dived back under cover hiding her body from the rest of the room. She rolled over and her eyes met Jackie's. The look of distaste on her face was matched only by the look of lust of her boyfriend's as he watched Jackie being fucked on all fours, whilst she stuffed Dave's cock hungrily down her throat.

All around her couples still slept, but others watched her with a mix of disgust -- mainly from the other women - and jealousy.

She looked up at Dave who smiled back, he too could not take his eyes of her. Instead he, moved to kneel in front of her so he could hold her head and fuck her face as deeply as the guy behind her was taking her pussy.

The change of position seemed to spur them both on and as her pussy was fucked in rapid, deep strokes, Dave entwined her hair in his hands and used it to pull her lips deeper down his shaft.

The guy behind her came first. With a grunt, he pulled his cock -- courteously, she thought - from her dripping snatch and she felt hot cum splash up her back and across her buttocks before he wiped the final drop across her puckered ring, sending a shiver of lust down her spine.

She heard him move away and concentrated on pushing Dave over the edge, eager to taste his seed.

A second pair of hands on her hips made her jump, but before she had time to assess the situation, another cock was pushed forcefully into her cunt.

As the new team established a steady rhythm, Jackie felt Dave's cock grow harder in the mouth and he bucked his hips towards her more forcefully. She readied herself for his orgasm and wrapped her fist around the base of his shaft, pumping it hard.

He came with a grunt and his semen squirted into her mouth, coating her cheeks and tongue. She gulped the first volley down then held the second one, rolling it around her mouth.

Mission accomplished Dave collapsed onto the carpet and she had full view of the girl in the corner, still watching her with a look of disgust, but - Jackie noted - still watching her.

She peered back over her shoulder to see who was using her cunt for their play thing. It was one of Tom's new friends from work, someone she wasn't even sure if she had spoken to. He winked back at her and ran his thumb over her arse.

As he fucked her he gradually pushed his thumb harder and harder against her ring until it popped inside to the first knuckle. As he worked away inside, Jackie's lust was pushed to new levels and when another orgasm burst inside her, she buried her head in the duvet to stifle her cries.

The guy behind her gasped and thrust hard and so deep, she felt as if he would split her in two, then he too, whipped his cock out of her cunt.

This time, with only one cock to concentrate on, she spun around to catch his load. As he pumped his cock in his hand, she pulled her nightshirt off over her head and knelt before him naked, grabbed her firm tits and pushed them together. Taking the hint, he stepped closer to her and the first thread of jizz leapt from his cock and hit her neck. With his aim established, he grunted as his orgasm took hold and came all over her tits, standing and watching her once his orgasm was done, as she rubbed his sticky seed into her glistening skin.

She looked around the room, her audience had grown, but disappointingly still several people slept. There were only two other girls in the room and both of them watched her every move.

Jackie crawled across the carpet on her hands and knees, fresh semen drying on her back and coating her chest. When she reached the girl, who until the light had come on, had been eagerly pleasuring her now disappointed boyfriend, she ran her finger over her chest and scooped up some cum from her tits and sucked her finger clean. She bent over and kissed the girl firmly on the lips and when she opened her mouth, more in shock than desire, she thrust her tongue into her mouth. On breaking the kiss, Jackie bent close to her ear.

"Are you going to finish the poor lad off or do you want me to do it for you?" She panted before drawing away to see her reaction.

Their eyes met and they held each other's gaze, and after a few seconds, Jackie pulled the duvet off the girl's partner and exposed his still rigid cock to the room. Sensing that Jackie would be true to her word, she broke eye contact and slid back down her boyfriend's body to take care of his raging erection.

Apart from Dave, who still watched her in fascination, there were two other sets of male eyes on her, neither belonging to anyone she knew, or who had a partner - lying beside them at least.

Jackie crawled into the centre of the room between the two lads and stopped, kneeling on all fours. She glanced between the two of them seeing if either of them would make the move.

Moments passed and Jackie began to wonder if she would be able to tempt either of them, then one of them unzipped his sleeping bag and rolled out of it towards her.

Kneeling before her, his boxer shorts already a tent, he unbuttoned the fly and pushed his dick in her face.

It was red, angry and swollen and she wrapped her fingers around it, feeling its hardness. She peered around his hips to where the second man lay and beckoned him over. He was out of his sleeping bag in a flash and kneeling beside his friend.

Jackie took a cock in each hand and slowly began to rub them both in unison, licking one and then the other, teasing and tasting each new cock. When she was satisfied they were both hard and ready for action, she motioned for one of them to lay down.

Straddling him, she lowered herself all the way down his cock until she could feel his balls squashing against her flesh, then just rocked back and forth, rolling her hips to work his dick whilst keeping almost all of it inside her all the time.

Her second charge stood astride the first one's shoulders and guided his cock between her lips, immediately holding her head in place so he could push himself as deep inside her as he wanted to.

Jackie glanced around the room. The other two couples were now hard at it as well, both girls she noticed, being ridden doggie-style so they could all watch her debauchery unfold.

She could already taste glutinous threads of pre-cum on her tongue and cupped the man's balls, gently squeezing them to draw his fluid higher. She wondered briefly if he had been playing with himself as he watched her get double-teamed, but that thought was cut short as he started to fuck her face, holding her head and driving his cock between her lips.

Jackie gagged and gasped around his shaft, snatching a breath whenever he withdrew enough to let her. He grunted like an animal in his hurry to reach his climax and when he did, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and spat his jizz all over her face.

He held her head tightly to stop her squirming away and when his orgasm finally relented, he looked down at her cum splattered face and slapped her with his softening cock, before leaving her to concentrate on her one remaining suitor.

As she rode his cock she knew that Dave was directly behind her, presumably still watching from beneath his duvet. Supporting her weight on one hand, she reached around and started to play with her ring, slipping her little finger inside her arse, pushing it in and out, revelling in the extra sensation. After a moment she peered over her shoulder and smiled at Dave, his eyes burning holes in her back.

"Fuck my arsehole." She mouthed silently, then turned her attention back to the man she had pinned to the floor.

She shivered with excitement as Dave's hands grasped hold of her hips and she leant forward, pointing her buttocks towards him, making herself the meat in her man-sandwich.

Immediately, Dave's fingers caressed and pressed against her arsehole, already moist with a mixture of pussy cream and semen. Dave slipped his finger inside her and she gripped it as tightly as she could as he tried to work it around and loosen her up.

He replaced his finger with a thumb, then with two fingers as he slowly loosened her puckered ring in readiness for his dick.

With her head swimming, Jackie looked around the room at the two other couples fucking away. She smiled at the girl who still watched her with disgust and although she turned away, as soon as Jackie dropped her gaze, she knew that she turned back to watch her.

She felt Dave's helmet nuzzle gently against her ring and she stopped rocking back and forth to give him the chance to slowly impale her.

With slow insistence Dave pressed harder and harder, but with her pussy already stuffed he was struggling to find the room.

Dave stood and moved away, walking quickly towards where one of the girls was being fucked in the corner, he quickly knelt down in front of her. Before she had quite realised what was happening, he bunched her hair into two pigtails and pulled them sharply towards him. As she opened her mouth to cry out he slipped his cock inside, thrusting forward until it disappeared completely.

The girl thrashed around wildly, suddenly the new unwilling star in the public spit-roast, but her boyfriend held on tightly like a cowboy and rode her hard until the whole room could hear his balls slapping against her legs.

Satisfied that his cock was wet and slick Dave pulled it from her mouth with a pop and returned to Jackie. This time when he pushed his cock against her ring, it stretched for a few seconds before it eased inside, his shaft rapidly following his fat tip. 

Dave looked across at the girl. She wore a mask of shock and lust. Not quite believing what he had done, but not quite wanting it to stop now that it had.

"Jesus, you're fucking my arse." Jackie panted as she pushed gently back until her ring swallowed all of his cock. She resumed the rocking motion she'd had when there was just one, but now she was full to bursting, the two cocks almost rubbing together inside her, separated only by the thinnest layer of skin.

She gripped them both as tightly as possible. The guy beneath her pushed his hips up to meet her thrusts, whilst behind her, Dave gripped her tightly and slid his long cock effortlessly into her arsehole, using his length to make his strokes as long and fulfilling as possible.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good." Jackie whined. She had turned to look at the other two girls, revelling in the attention she was getting. "His cock feels so big. You should try it."

The two guys managed to develop a clumsy rhythm between them with one pushing in whilst the other pulled out. The result was that Jackie was full all the time, rather than very full then almost empty as she had been when she had tried to control the pace.

"Oh shit. Oh shit, I'm cumming." She wailed suddenly and Dave increased the pace, driving his cock into her arse with deep, rapid thrusts. Jackie came with a shudder, her body exploding in pleasure and shaking from head to foot. Her pussy contracted spasmodically, gripping both the cocks tightly, milking them both closer and closer to their peaks.

"Cum on me." She demanded tearing herself away from their cocks and squeezing her tits together as the two lads knelt either side of her pumping their cocks in their fists. The stranger came first and leant over her as his cock exploded, spraying her hair and face with his white seed. When his orgasm finally subsided, he wiped the final drop of cum across her lips and rolled onto the floor away from her.

Dave beat his cock hard, then walked on his knees to where the final couple where approaching their climaxes and again stuffed his cock into the girl's mouth. Holding her hair again, he fucked her face in deep strokes, feeling her cough and gag each time he thrust himself home. She struggled and tried to pull away from him, but at the moment her boyfriend came, she was pinned securely between the two thrusting cocks that threatened to meet in the middle as they both fucked her with boundless energy.

As her boyfriend's orgasm subsided and his grip on her relaxed, Dave made his escape just in time. Tempted though he was to give the girl a facial, he turned away and came all over Jackie's lips and nose instead.

Dave stared down at her filthy cum slathered body. The latest two fresh servings plastered her face, neck and hair whilst her tits and stomach still glistened from the earlier loads and the first one dried to a crust on her back and buttocks.




I Dare You



Jackie collapsed onto her duvet rubbing semen into her skin, her tired and ravaged body wrapped in a satisfied glow. The girl behind her still watched her feigning disgust, but Jackie knew that if two of the lads decided to pick on her next, she would let them, she could see it in her eyes. What had been total disgust at first had been replaced by an equal measure of curiosity -- and she was pretty sure her boyfriend wouldn't do much to stop it, whilst she could hardly complain if Dave wanted to complete the trio.

Eventually, someone threw her a towel and she wiped as much of the semen from her skin as she could before crawling exhausted back under the duvet and into an almost instant sleep. Which -- she was disappointed to hear in the morning -- meant she didn't see what happened next.



I Dare You... Ch. 1



His hand dwarfed hers. His fingers, long and smooth, snaked through her own, and it was their gentle pressure that guided her through the throngs of people in the mall. She was oblivious to their surroundings, heard only his voice whispering her name, saw only his face in profile, preceding her in the crowd, felt only the tug on her hand and the soft, but quickly escalating heat between her thighs.

He stopped suddenly, causing a minor traffic jam before the people improvised their course around them. A swift tug on her hand brought her even with him, and his other hand flashed out, wrapping round her waist as he caught her to him, bringing her body hard up against his as his mouth took possession of hers. His lips pressed to hers, and the first touch of his tongue was firm as it brushed her lips. Her mouth opened to him in silent invitation, and when his tongue slipped past her lips she sucked lightly on it. Her heart thudded in her chest, and her hands clung tightly to his shoulders. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and his arms around her were inescapable, protective, and setting fire to her body as they slipped down to her ass and squeezed. She felt his hardness against her belly, and the heat between her own legs throbbed in sympathetic time. She pushed her hips into him instinctively and he broke the kiss, smiling. She knew that he heard the soft sound of protest that escaped her. His voice was raspy with desire when his teeth grazed her ear, and he whispered again those maddening words… "I dare you."

Her sigh of frustration made him laugh as he took her small hand in his large one and broke back into the crowd. They resumed their urgent pace, his long strides requiring her almost to jog to keep up with him. Knowing he would be paid no attention, he shouted to be heard above the general babble - "I dare you!"

As she chased along after him, her eyes were drawn to the bank of glass elevators, which they were rapidly approaching. A flutter of fear filled her breast along with the pulsing anticipation and desire. As though sensing her doubt, he turned to look at her over his shoulder, calling again, with the sound of sex dripping from every word, "I dare you, baby."

As they came abreast of the elevators he stopped, stepping to the side and tugging her after him, pulling her into his arms and out of harm's way. He pushed the button to summon the lift, and she held his hand, watching the elevator doors apprehensively. When the elevator settled in front of them the doors opened, and he strode on confidently, pulling her in after him.

No one else got on the elevator, which suited them both just fine. He tugged on her hand to bring her into his arms once more, backing her against the sparkling glass wall of the lift. His tongue invaded her mouth as she felt his cock pressing against her. The elevator began to go up, and his hand flashed out to hit the "Emergency Stop" button, halting the lift between two floors. His hands slipped between their bodies to unfasten his jeans, then slipped down to her thighs, pulling her skirt up in the front. His fingers slipped immediately into her wet pussy, rubbing her throbbing clit and sinking into her hot tightness. His mouth stifled her moans, his lips pressed to hers and his tongue deep in her mouth. Her hands grabbed at his shoulders, her nails sinking slightly into his skin. Her eyes closed as his fingers worked their magic on her pussy, but they flew open when he whispered "Someone's watching." Her eyes locked on his face, but he was looking through the glass wall behind her. Seeming to change his mind, he pulled his fingers from her wetness and spun her around, quickly lifting the back of her skirt and slipping his cock between her waiting pussy lips.

She cried out as he pushed inside her, her tight walls clamping around his cock. His hands were on her hips, pulling her onto his hardness, and her hands gripped the elevator railing, pushing back into him. As her eyes slowly began to focus, she realised that there were many people staring at them. She felt her pussy get inexplicably hotter and wetter at the knowledge. Though worried that they would get caught she was more excited than afraid - something she had not anticipated.

His mouth touched the back of her neck and she nearly screamed, biting her lip instead. She felt his teeth, hard on her soft skin, nipping, nibbling, and began to push back even harder into his thrusts. They both knew that they hadn't much time, and he whispered against her neck… "Cum for me, baby… I dare you to cum for me when all these people can see you. I dare you to let them see the cum dripping down your legs."

Her voice was a hoarse moan as she answered, "Make me cum, baby… make me cum for you."

The adrenaline, the high, the thrill of being watched, took its effect on both of them, and his powerful thrusts became more and more urgent. His hand slipped round in front of her, rubbing her clit, causing the world to begin a violent spin. She bit her lip as she felt her orgasm coming on, and knew by the sound of his breaths that he was with her in every way.

"Oh God baby I'm gonna cum" he muttered against her neck, his teeth biting in harder, "cum with me baby, cum for me, NOW!" The command in his voice snapped through her like lightning and she came, hard, shuddering around him as he filled her with his hot load. She felt their mingled juices slipping from her pussy as he laid his head on her shoulder, both of them gasping for breath.

Suddenly the elevator was in motion again, and they quickly pulled themselves together. She tugged her skirt back down, and he fastened his jeans. When the doors opened they emerged flushed and breathless, and took off at as much of a run as could be managed in the crowded corridor. They ran until they stood laughing on the sidewalk, and he pulled her to him once more. She laid her head against his chest, then pulled slightly away from him to look up at him, flashing a wicked grin. "Now it's my turn."



I Dare You Ch. 2



"Wow! I can't believe we just did that," I said.

"You betcha, we just did it," Kay replied. We walked across the parking lot towards the car. My mind was racing; I just suck off two guys! So did my girlfriend! I was having a difficult time fathoming that our dares would take us to an adult bookstore where we would flash patrons and suck cocks through gloryholes.

"Did you mean it when you told the clerk that we would be back?" I asked.

"I meant it." I stopped Kay and kissed her. Our tongues played together. I fondled her tits through her cum-soaked tanktop.

Over the next week, all I thought about was the bookstore and our experiences. With Kay working full-time, and me in classes and working part-time, we did not have a chance to get together, much less repeat our adventure. I was hoping something like this would happen again.

Thursday evening, Kay called me and asked if I wanted to go out to her church-friend Cynthia's house for dinner on Saturday. I agreed, especially after learning that Cynthia lived right on a lake with few neighbors. While Cynthia was a bit older, she still looked sexy and seemed to respond when I flashed her in the supermarket some weeks back.

We arrived at Cynthia's house around 5:30. I was introduced to Marc, Cynthia's husband. He was about 5'9" and of medium build. He immediately struck me as a very relaxed, friendly guy. Their house was great: three bedrooms and baths, a big livingroom with a fireplace, a nice deck, and a hot tub. But what was most impressive was the location-right on the lake. They had a small dock and canoe. Their neighbors were at least 200 feet from them on both sides. The lake itself was smallish, but not crowded. There were no public accesses to it and no motorboats allowed.

We sat and chatted for a long time. After lighting the grill, we put dinner on and had a few more drinks. The meal was great, spiced by lively conversation. We were all feeling a little giddy. Marc and Cynthia got a little frisky with each other. I caught them making out in the kitchen (it was their house, what was I going to say?). Things calmed down after awhile. As we were leaving, our hosts invited us back next Friday night and to stay the weekend for they had some friends coming into town who they thought we would like. We agreed and drove home. Kay and I thought about stopping on a side road, but we were both too tired.

The week moved by quickly. Finally Friday arrived and we went off to the house on the lake. Upon arrival, we were introduced to Marc and Cynthia's friends, Kim and Jake. Kim was on the short side-5'2". Jake was about the same size as Marc-5'9". 

After a quick dinner, we went for a short walk. Upon returning to the house, Cynthia suggested we take a dip in the hot tub. All agreed, but Kay and I exchanged glances, knowing that we forgot to bring bathing suits with us. Our hosts said they had plenty of suits. Marc found a low-riding jockey pair for me. Cynthia found a bikini for Kay. Both of our suits were too small. Kay's tits were practically on display for all to see. 

All six of us jumped in the tub. We sat boy-girl, with no one next to their mate. Kim wore a one-piece that showed off her slender and firm body. Her tits were small but her ass was fantastic. Cynthia wore a bikini. Her medium-sized breasts showed a little bit of sag, but I could not take my eyes off them. We were all pretty tipsy. With the bubbles on full-blast, I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh, then one on my other thigh. The two women were feeling me up. I didn't mind. In fact, I got excited. I slid my hand under the water and caressed their thighs. I was trying to concentrate at the things at hand (so to speak), when I brushed up against Marc's hand while I was touching Kim! It seemed as though we were all doing this. At a certain point I stopped. While excited, I was getting overheated in the tub. I announced my plans to get out. Everyone quickly followed.

It was getting late, so Cynthia showed us to one of the guest bedrooms. Kim and Jake were next door. Cynthia and Marc were above us. After brushing our teeth, Kay and I took a shower in order to get the chlorine off of us. We soaped each other up pretty good and got each other excited. Once finished, we adjourned to the bedroom and fell into bed naked. We started to kiss and rub each other. I massaged Kay's tits and she caressed my ass. In a moment of quiet, we heard voices from above and next to us. We could clearly hear Kim say, "Yes! Do it! Shove your cock in me!!" Kay and I both got more excited. Suddenly, from above us, we heard a bed squeaking and some loud moaning. Kay said to me, "Are you as turned-on as I am?" I stroked her pussy. She continued, "I saw you staring at Cynthia's tits. You like them, don't you?" "Yes!" I shoved 2 fingers in Kay's wet pussy. "What would you like to do with them?" I shoved my cock into her and started to pump. "I want to fuck her tits!" On the up stroke, "I want her to suck my cock. Then I want to cum all over her tits and have her lick my cock clean!!" At this point we repositioned ourselves into 69. I licked her clit. She swallowed my cock. We put each other over the edge. She came in my mouth and me in hers. After resting a moment, we cuddled together, then fell asleep.

In the morning, I lay in bed half awake while the others stirred. I heard Marc and Jake say they were going for run. Being on the first floor, I could clearly hear as the women gabbed in the kitchen. My ears perked up when they started to discuss last night-particularly about the sex. Kay said, "Boy Kim, you sure were noisy last night." "Not as loud as Cynthia," Kim said with a laugh. Cynthia asked, "So Kay, we didn't hear you last night; cat got your tongue?" "No. Dick in my mouth." Cynthia and Kim said in unison, "Yuck!!" Kim continued, "That is so disgusting. Jake is always after me to do that. I did it a couple times when we first got married. I thought it was so filthy. Once, he even came in my mouth. It was horrible. I satisfy him with normal ways, but never with my mouth." Cynthia added, "I think the whole thing is disgusting. I have never done it and never will. Only sluts do oral sex. I don't even like that stuff on my body. It is so slimy and horrible." Kay quietly said, "You two don't know what you are missing. It makes C.J. feel so good. It makes me feel like I have power over. Besides, I like the taste of cum. I think it is yummy-smooth and salty." Kim and Cynthia made some disparaging comments then quickly changed the subject. I thought, poor Marc and Jake-no blowjobs for years.

The rest of day was spent lounging around by the lake. After and early dinner, the three of us men decided to go rent a video. Being out in the country, it was a long ride to a store. After some discussion, we picked out a romantic comedy. We had joked with each other in the store that we should rent "Bikini School III" or "Chained Heat." Once back in the car, I commented, "We should have gotten the bikini movie. By the way, thanks for loaning us the swimsuits. I must get Kay to buy one of those bikinis, it makes me want to jump her." Marc replied, "I agree. Oh sorry, no offense." "None taken. But why would you want to, you wife is a babe." I turned to Jake, "Yours too." "Thanks. But Marc is right, the suit shows off Kay's, ummm, assets very nicely." I said, "Well, from what I can tell, your women both have assets too." We all chuckled. I continued, "Boy Jake, you two were really going at it last night." He blushed and said nothing. The conversation stopped.

A little while later, Marc said, "Maybe we should pick up some more 'adult' videos." "What do mean?" I asked, then continued, "do you think the girls will go for it." He answered, "We'll see." A few minutes later, we pulled into the XXX store that Kay and I had been at. My mind raced-"was this going to be a dash in and out, or would we have time to look around." The three of wandered around the shop slowly. I said to the guys, pointing my finger toward the booths, "We should go preview some movies so we can pick out a good one." We all got $5 worth of tokens and headed in. I stayed in back and watch Jake and Marc enter booths that were one apart from each other. The booth between them was empty, so I entered it. 

Sure enough, the booth I was in had a gloryhole on each side of it. I thought how I could see what Marc and Jake were watching. After dropping my tokens in, I selected a European type of movie (they are usually better-better looking women and men, better locations, better plots, better sex). I was watching this woman take on two men at once. First she sucked them both, then took one from each end, finally she got double penetrated-one in pussy, one in the ass. I was rubbing my cock through my shorts. I released it and started to stoke away. I leaned back and peeked in at Marc. He was watching some blowjob movie. Poor guy, I thought, no blowjobs for years. Maybe I should help him out. When I leaned a little closer, I was shocked to see Marc sucking on a cock through the opposite gloryhole. He was really going at it. He had one hand on the stranger's cock and one on his own. Eventually, Marc pulled back from the hole and wiped his mouth off. Obviously, the guy had cum in his mouth. Marc sat back and watched the movie and stroked his cock. He started to whisper, "Please Cynthia, suck my cock." I had to help the guy out. I pushed two fingers through the glory hole, and knelt down next to it. In a moment, Marc put his cock through. It was smaller than mine-only about 5 inches and rather thin. I started to lick his head. I circled it with my tongue, then dived right in. He moaned. Remembering my technique from last time, I increased my tempo. I came up for air for a moment. I stroked his cock while I looked up at the movie. The men were cumming all over the woman. I stroked my cock for a moment. Something caught my eye. It was Jake! He was watching me. Well, as long as he was watching, I decided to put a show on for him. I went back to Marc's cock and sucked away. I shifted to left so Jake could see. Soon Marc started to moan and he shot his load into my mouth. It tasted pretty good; Cynthia was missing something. I sucked him dry. He withdrew. I sat back on the bench. 

I looked at Jake's hole and saw a finger go in and out. Could it be that we are all cocksuckers as well as pussy-pounders? I guess so. I shoved my 7.5 inches through. Immediately arose from a Jake a pleasant moan. He was doing a pretty good job-not as good as Kay. I looked back at the movie and then noticed Marc watching me. I decided to put on a little show. I said, "You want my cum don't you? Well I am going to give it to you. You better swallow my big load!!" In a few moments, he did. Jake sucked me dry. I flopped back down on my seat. Marc was still looking at me. Jake's cock now came through the gloryhole. His cock was just slightly bigger than Marc's. I went to town on it, all the while giving Marc a show. Eventually, Jake deposited a large amount of cum in my mouth. I sat back and relaxed. I heard Jake's and Marc's movies shut off. Through the thin walls, I heard each leave their booths at about the same time. They talked, "Did you see anything good?" "Oh ya. I liked it a lot." I waited a few minutes, and then vacated the booth. We rented a European video-it had a variety of scenes including a three-guys-on-one-girl. 

We returned home and all watched our first movie. After it, a tipsy Jake said we got a second video. The women told us to put it in. We explained that it may be a little racy. No problems, they said. The first scene was of a woman sunning herself in the backyard. Her husband comes home to find her. They start to make out and remove their clothing. Kay said, "Wow. This is pretty exciting." Soon, the actors were fondling each other. Cynthia piped up, "Okay. That is enough of this crap. I say we turn it off." Jake said, "Can't we just watch the first scene?" Marc continued, "Yeah, Hon." Kay surprised me by saying, "Yeah. Just the first scene." We did. The man in the movie fucked the woman's pussy and ass. Eventually, he pulled out and came all over her tongue and face. The actress licked the cum up like it was honey. During all this, Kay and I were sitting closer and closer. I was gently caressing her arm. Jake and Kim were rubbing each other's thighs. The biggest surprise was Cynthia. Her eyes were locked on the screen. Unconsciously, I think, her hand moved around her pubic area.

After the scene was over, Marc turned out the tv and announced it was time for bed. Kay and I quickly brushed our teeth and ran into the bedroom. We got naked and started to fuck. Through the wall we heard Jake saying, "You want my cock, don't you!?" Kim replied, "Yes. Give me you big hard cock now!" We also heard Marc and Cynthia above us going at it. Kay and I smiled and went back to our own sex. I got Kay off and she had me cum on her tits. We both licked up the cum. 

We lay there for a while. The house was quiet. Kay got up to get a drink of water. When she returned, she reported something interesting. The glowing tv drew her to the livingroom. In it she found Cynthia watching more of the video. The scene was of the three guys and one girl. Kay saw Cynthia masturbating. She had her pajamas off. She was squeezing her tits with one hand and fingering her pussy with the other. When the movie showed the guys cumming on the woman's face and in her mouth, Cynthia whispered, "Yeah. Take it all, slut. You love it, slut. Cum in her mouth." Cynthia came. After relaying this story, Kay said, "Maybe there is something more to Cynthia."

To Be Continued...

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I Dare You... Ch. 2



If the water in a jacuzzi is hot enough, you can't feel anything but the swirl of it around you. Everything else evaporates in the steam you're breathing, and reality tries to slip away.

Her body was hot and fluid as it slid onto his, gradually awakening his senses as he took her in. His eyes opened and fixed on her face; her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and shining with her smile. He heard her slightly raspy breath and the sharp intake of it as her pelvis settled against his. He smelled her, too, her distinctive perfume rising above the cloying chlorine.

Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, feeling her breasts pressed against his chest. Her lips slid wetly over his, her tongue licking gently along his jaw and teasing his ear. He waited to hear what she had to say, waited for the low ripple of her voice as it was when she was aroused, and he was sure that she was now. He hadn't long to wait. Her arms came up around his neck, and she murmured right against his ear, "I dare you."

Though tempted to laugh, the sound stopped in his throat when he felt her grind her hips against the bulge in his bathing suit, which throbbed in response. Bending his head slightly he pressed his mouth to her neck, inhaling the familiar soft scent of her skin and her perfume, the sharp stinging smell of chlorine not able to over-take it. His tongue lashed out against her neck, producing in her a low whimper and a tightening of her grip on him.

His teeth grazed her neck as he asked her, "You dare me to what?"

Her answer was the soft sigh that accompanied her hand as it trailed down his back, nails dragging along his skin. Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts and slid round to the front, pushing against her own body as they wrapped firmly around his swollen cock. "I dare you to fuck me," she whispered as she began to stroke him.

His hands moved down to slide beneath her bathing suit bottoms, and his fingers slipped easily between her silky lips. She was so wet that he knew she'd been planning this for a while, and her voice was barely more than a whimper when she felt his fingers pushing into her.

After only a few minutes, she pushed his hand away, releasing her hold on his cock and pressing her lips to his, sucking at his lower lip and his tongue. He kissed her deeply, his hips pushing up instinctively towards her pussy, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

Suddenly she pulled away from him, slipping off his lap, crossing to the other side of the hot tub, and leaning slightly over the side. Immediately he followed her, pressing his hardness against her ass, hearing her frustrated groan. His hands reached to tug her bathing suit out of the way, slipping his cock from his shorts and pushing it with torturous slowness into her pussy. She arched back into him, silently urging him deeper, but he ignored the almost overwhelming temptation to slam into her, instead inching his way into her moist tightness.

He felt her body opening to him, her wet folds stretching to accommodate his cock. His mind reeled slightly as he held her hips, pushing still deeper, until his pelvis pressed tightly to her ass. She pushed back into him, her head bowed, body tensed. A slow smile spread across his lips as he became aware of the occasional blasts of water hitting the front of his thighs. He ran his hand over her hip and down, rubbing her clit gently and feeling the full blast of the jacuzzi's jet. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, flashing him a wicked and slightly guilty grin.

He gave her ass a slight squeeze before closing his hands over her hips. He pulled back, letting his cock slip from her pussy, until just the head remained inside her. She pushed back into him, but he held away, waiting. She whimpered in frustration. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her neck, nipping at her skin with his teeth. She moaned in pleasure, and he slammed his cock hard into her.

Their voices rose together in a sharp gasp, and he closed his eyes tight and fought the sense of dizziness that threatened to creep up on him as he began to thrust in and out of her achingly tight pussy. The hot, swirling water lent them aid as they rocked their hips forward and back in unison. Neither thought to look around, to wonder if they were observed. Nothing existed but the almost-scalding water and the two of them.

He became aware of the increased urgency of her movements and guessed that the jet of water on her clit was hurrying her along. He began to thrust harder, faster, his grip on her hips tightening. "Yessssssssss, baby," he heard her say. He pressed his face into her neck to stifle his groans, his teeth biting on her skin. He felt her pussy beginning to spasm around his cock, heard her bitten-back shrieks of pleasure. He began to fuck her even harder, faster, slamming his cock into her wet hole as deeply as he could.

"Now!" she said, "please, baby, please now!"

He lifted his mouth from her neck to groan, "Cum for me baby, cum hard for me" and then returned his teeth to her skin as he felt her start to come apart in his arms. As her orgasm reached its peak he buried his cock inside her, holding her tight as he filled her pussy with his hot load.

After several moments he wrapped his arms around her, moving to sit down with her on his lap, his cock still inside her cum-soaked pussy. She laid her head back onto his shoulder and he kissed her cheek. As he looked around and took in the dozen or so people in the pool just a few feet away, he whispered to her, "My turn again." 



I Dare You Ch. 3



The following is intended for ADULTS ONLY. If you are under 18 or are offended by stories of a sexual nature, STOP NOW. This story takes place in a FANTASY world with no AIDS or STDs. In the REAL world AIDS and STDs can kill you. Protect yourself!!!!

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Several months had past. Work started picking up for Kay and me. We rarely saw each other, much less had sex. I was looking forward to the coming weekend together, when, on Wednesday, Kay called and reminded me that she was going to help at her annual crafts fair in Mannsville (about 70 miles away). She planned to go out to Cynthia’s for the weekend, seeing as Cynthia lived 30 miles closer to Mannsville and she was also going to help at the fair. On top of that, Kay wanted to keep her friend company seeing as Marc was going out of town for 2.5 weeks. I was disappointed at hearing this news, but I could not change Kay’s plans.

The following day, I had to go to an early morning meeting in Lannis (about 40 miles away). After putting 3 straight 14-hour days, the chore of waking up at 5am to go to a stupid meeting was done grudgingly. Thankfully, it was over around noon. I got a burger and hit the road. I was feeling rather stressed about work, and down about not seeing Kay.

My mind was in a fog as I drove home, but that changed when I saw the billboard for the “Book Shack – Adult Books, Movies and More! 25 Cent Booths.” I had almost forgotten that the highway took me right by the place Kay and I had sucked some dicks. A few weeks ago I had been by there to buy a fancy vibrator for Kay. During that visit, I met the owner, Kevin. He’s a nice guy and we chatted a long time.

I pulled off the highway and into the Book Shack’s parking lot. Upon entering the store, I saw Kevin and asked him how things were going. “Couldn’t be better,” he said. “Those fancy vibrators are selling great. I turned over my entire stock 4 times in 2 weeks. 110 vibrators in the last 10 days! Good thing the owner of the vibrator company is an old friend of mine. He told me that I am his number one client and he fills my orders before all others.”

“Wow, Kev,” I said, “that’s fantastic! Why are you selling so many?”

“There was some show on TV about them, now everyone wants one. I’ve had a lot of ladies, most married, come in.”

I said with a wink, “All the women were beautiful models, right?”

“A couple were pretty sweet, but most were middle-aged and rather ordinary.”

“So, did any go check out the booths?”

“I encouraged them,” Kevin said slyly. “I offered them free tokens. A couple dozen took me up on it. One night 4 sorority girls came over from the local religious college. They all bought vibrators and all went to the booths. They stayed back there about 45 minutes. Hell, I even ran back there and got my knob polished.”

I was getting a hard-on listening to him. I asked, “But how many of the women ran out the booths and store in disgust?”

“A couple,” he answered. “About half left after the tokens ran out. About 10 stayed longer. Most of those said that they would be back. I told them that if they brought a friend, I’d give them 25% off their next vibrator. Six have come back to take me up on the offer. Can you believe that?” My dick was pulsing, it was so hard. Kevin continued, “Three of my return customers have been back to the booths more than twice a week. One gal even brought her husband; they were in back for over an hour. Business is so good in the booths, that I am going have them repainted next week.”

“That’s great! Any of your new customers here today?” I asked with a grin.

“No. But there is some lunch-time regular, Thomas, who is having an extended buffet, if ya know what I mean. He said he’ll be out of town for a while and wanted to fill up before his trip.”

“Sounds good to me.” I got $5 worth of tokens, and proceeded toward the booths. In the corridor I saw 3 guys lined up in from of booth #3. I looked at one, nodded toward the door and asked, “Thomas?” He nodded back. I wasn’t going to hang out in the hall for 10 minutes for a shot at Thomas, so I went into a booth at the end, and watched a couple of videos. After clicking through the channels, I settled on a movie featuring 3 lesbians and their dildos. After a little bit, I went back out into the hall to check on the line. There was only one guy left. He was squeezing his cock through his pants. Booth #2’s door opened, and a satisfied-looking man walked out. The guy in line walked into #2. By examining the situation, I could tell that Thomas was in booth #3 and that he was getting it from both sides.

Booth #4 opened; its occupant left and I walked in. After putting tokens in the machine, I pulled out my cock and looked through the gloryhole. I was very surprised to see that “Thomas” was Marc, Cynthia’s husband. I was turned-on more than ever. The movie playing in his booth was one about blowjobs, but Marc wasn’t watching it. Instead, he was bobbing up and down on his neighbor’s cock. Remembering my previous experience at the booths with Marc, I decided to have some fun with him. Through the hole I said in a disguised voice, “Let me see you do it, cocksucker!” He responded by tilting his body and head off to one side so I could see him sucking. Marc pulled the cock (which was about 5 inches long) out of his mouth, looked at me and smiled. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft. “Make him cum all over your face,” I said sternly. Marc picked up his tempo and soon the cock sprayed cum on his cheeks and in his open mouth. He licked the dick clean, then used his fingers to scoop the cum off his face and into his mouth.

“Now me, cocksucker!” I barked at him. I stood up and put my 7.5 inches and balls through the gloryhole. Immediately Marc had his mouth on my cock. He was sucking like he needed my cum or he was going to die. I said loudly, “You like it, don’t you?” He didn’t answer; he just kept slurping. I repeated the question. Still no answer, so I withdrew from the hole.

Finally he said, “Yes, I love it!”

I toyed with him, “Do you want to suck it?”

“Please let me suck your cock.”

“Tell me why, slut.”

“Because I want your cum.” He paused then said, “Please give me your cum.” I put my dick back through the gloryhole. He sucked like crazy. I could hold back no more; I came. It felt like I dumped a gallon down his throat.

Pulling back, I said, “You are a good little slut.” I sat down and relaxed. I looked back at Marc; he was waiting for another cock from the other booth, but none appeared. He gathered himself together, stood up and unlocked the door. I wanted to have more fun with him, so I made sure I walked out of my booth at the same time he walked out of his. We almost ran into each other. “Marc, funny seeing you here.”

He turned 3 shades of red. He knew it had been me whom he just sucked off. In fact, I could see some cum on his face. “I … I,” he stammered.

“Having a good lunch break? Getting some stress relief, eh?”

Shyly, with his head lowered, he said, “Ahh … ummm … just checking out a few films.”

“Kay tells me that you are going out of town for a couple of weeks.”

He was coming out of his fog, “Yeah. I’m off to Pittsburgh for 17 days.”

“That’ll be stressful. I hope the misses is giving you a little relief before you go.” Looking right at him, I said, “Like you just gave me.”

After a moment, still with his head down, he sheepishly said, “She doesn’t give me that kind of relief.”

“Well, did you get some here today?”

“No,” he admitted. “I was helping other people.”

“Helping can be fun,” I said. His head picked up and eyes opened. “Maybe you should try a different booth for some relief.”

“I will,” and he walked past me into booth #7. I quickly moved into booth #8. We both got our machines going. Marc pulled out his cock and started stroking it. I leaned toward the gloryhole and stuck my face against the wall. I darted my tongue back and forth through the hole. Marc wasted no time; his 5 inch cock slipped past my lips. I held my mouth against the wall and he fucked it. Be angling the right way I could take him all in. After just a few minutes, I felt his cum splash on to my tongue. It was a lot. I swallowed as much as I could, but some leaked out of the corners of my mouth.

After Marc pulled out, I said, “Yummy.”

He said, “Thanks.”

I made sure we left the booths at the same time.

“Did you get some relief?” I asked.

“Yeah. Thanks for the advice about trying a different booth.”

“Don’t mention it. Ya know, while you’re in Pittsburgh, you shouldn’t let your stress build up too high. It sucks being away from home. You might want to check out cruisingforsex.com for places like this.”

He thanked me again. I wished him luck on his trip and we parted. I walked out to the front to talk to Kevin. “That guy come in a lot?”

“A couple of times a week.”

“Doesn’t surprise me. I know the guy and his wife is a prude. Maybe he should buy her one of those fancy vibrators.” We chuckled. We talked a little more about the improvements he was going to make—painting the booths and changing the screens, adding tissue boxes and wastebaskets. I suggested that he should advertise the vibrator in the local paper—especially in the food and fashion sections (the ones the women read). He thanked me for the idea and soon after I left.

Later on, I called Kay and told her the story. She was so turned-on that she grabbed he new vibrator and used it as we spoke. I could hear it churning (it is the kind that vibrates, churns little plastic beads, and has a rabbit to simulate the clit. Her new toy did the trick, and she came quickly. Kay’s breathing slowed and we talked about her weekend to come. After hanging up, I jerked off to some internet porn.

Friday through Sunday was on big pain for me; nothing but work, work, work. By the time I got home Sunday, I was exhausted and not looking forward to Monday. Kay’s weekend was much better. She told me the story that evening.

[In Kay’s Voice]

I couldn’t get my Thursday night’s conversation with C.J. out of my head. I thought about it all day at work on Friday. By the time I got to Cynthia’s, I was all wound up. Immediately, she offered some wine and I accepted. This was bad because I get horny when I get drunk. We talked about this and that through dinner and after. After 2 bottles of wine, around 9:30, she asked if I wanted to go into the hot tub. Naturally I said yes, but I also remembered that I forgot to bring my bathing suit. “That’s okay,” Cynthia explained with a slur, “we’ll go au natural. It’s just us girls.”

“Aren’t you afraid that your neighbors will see us?”

“Only Franklin, our one neighbor, can see to the tub.” She stared at me with a haze in her eyes, “Let him look! What a show he’ll have tonight!” She laughed.

We climbed into the tub naked. The conversation turned to Marc’s trip and C.J.’s work. I told her that it had been over 2 weeks since C.J. and had done it and that I was feeling very frisky. Cynthia looked embarrassed, so I changed the subject. We soaked for about 45 minutes. I was feeling very tired, but when I exited the tub, a blast of wind woke me up. Suddenly, I was goose-pipplely. I was also still very horny. Naked, we walked through the house and to our respective rooms. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I could not help staring at my breasts in the mirror. My nipples were still hard, and my thoughts were turning to C.J. and his cock. After brushing, I lingered in front of the mirror. My hands reached up to my breasts and I began to knead them. I rolled my nipples in my fingers; this sent small shock waves directly to my clit. I closed my eyes and started to imagine it was C.J.’s hands caressing me. I took a deep breath. It was at this moment that I heard Cynthia; she was standing naked in the hallway staring at me. I quickly dropped my hands to my side and felt a bit embarrassed. I gave her a half smile and said, “Just a little frisky tonight.” She looked at me with a blank face. “I was thinking of C.J.,” I explained, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

She said, “No, no. My fault.” I could feel her eyes lock on to my tits, which was funny, because I was staring at hers too.

Cynthia shuffled off to her bedroom. I collected my things and headed to mine. My thoughts could not leave C.J.’s body and particularly his cock. I badly needed to get fucked. I wanted him inside of me. I was on fire. Fortunately, I brought my little helper with my: my mini-vibrator. I keep it in my purse for just such emergencies. It did the trick; within minutes, I was having an explosive orgasm. I tried to be quiet, but I let out a few loud whimpers and moans. After the stars faded from my eyes, I noticed that Cynthia had been standing outside of my closed door—her feet cast shadows through the crack at the bottom. After I calmed down, I heard her scamper off to her room.

Saturday morning came too early. We poured ourselves into the car, coffee in hand, and drove to the crafts show. Ten hours at booth can be boring. By the end of the day, I was happy to leave.

On the way home, Cynthia said to me from the passenger seat, “Sorry about walking in on you last night. I wasn’t trying to peep.”

“It’s okay,” I explained, “you’d already seen me naked, so it was not biggie. I hope I didn’t embarrass you; I got to thinking about C.J., and, well, my hormones took over.”

Cynthia blushed a little, but said, “I’m sorry I interrupted your fun.”

“Don’t worry about it. I used my little friend to help me out.”

“Little friend,” she asked.

“Yeah. My mini-vibrator.” While keeping my eyes on the road, I pulled out my purse and started to rummage in it. Upon finding the vibrator, I pulled it out and held it up where she could see it. Her eyes seemed to lock on to it.

“It looks like an egg with a string.”

“It’s my friend!” I laughed. “He has never failed me.” I turned it on and dropped it in her lap. She jumped, but quickly picked it up and felt it vibrating in her hand.

“I thought all vibrators were in the shapes of dicks,” she said.

“They come in all sizes, and shapes,” I explained. “Don’t you have one?” I turned toward her and saw that her face was bright red.

“No, why would I? Marc takes care of me.”

“Yes, but do you take care of yourself?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, when you masturbate, what do you do?”

I could hear her breath quicken as she announced, “I don’t do such things.”

“Liar! You’re a big liar!”

“It’s true! I swear! Only sluts masturbate.”

“Liar!”

“Why don’t you believe me?”

“Because, Cynthia, I saw you doing it?”

“W-w-w-what?”

“That night we rented pornos. I saw you masturbating to the movie.” She was caught and she knew it. I was worried that she was going to cry.

“You can’t tell Marc,” she said weakly. “He’ll think I’m a freak. He’ll think he can’t satisfy me. It’ll hurt him.” She was sniffling a little.

“Cyn… it’s okay. We all do it. I won’t tell Marc, I swear.” She was drying her eyes. “Now tell the truth, how often do you do it.”

“You won’t tell anyone?” she asked.

“I swear.”

“About every other day.” I was stunned; Miss Prissypants masturbates every other day. “Is that a lot?” she asked innocently.

“No,” I lied. “Do you think it is a lot?”

“I guess not. I have never asked anyone about it. How often do you do it?”

“I was doing about twice a week until C.J. got me this new vibrator; now I do it every night.”

“With that little thing?”

“No. It is a big one that twists and winds. You should get one.” There was a long pause.

“Where would I get such a thing? Sears won’t carry it.”

“I know a place. Let’s go get you one now! Think of it as a special treat for yourself while Marc is away.”

Another long pause. “Okay.”

I steered the car along the interstate and eventually exited when I saw the signs for the Book Shack. I pulled into the parking lot and turned off the motor. “We can’t go in there,” Cynthia protested.

“Why not?”

“Someone might see us.”

“Like who?”

“I don’t know…my minister.”

“Well then we’ll see him too, won’t we? Believe me, we have nothing to worry about. I have been to this place before and it is safe and friendly.”

Cynthia hesitated, but I got out of the car. “Come on,” I shouted. Tentatively, she got out of the car, looking around making sure no one could see her. We walked quickly to the door and entered. The bell alerted the other 4 customers and the guy behind the desk to our presence. Cynthia stopped in the doorway; she seemed scared, but also fascinated. I walked toward the vibrators and dildos, with Cynthia close at my side. The items took up most of one wall.

She seemed overwhelmed. “I never thought there could be so many. So many different sizes and shapes.” I pulled the duplicate of mine and showed it to her. She seemed interested. Cynthia stared lovingly at it. While she did that, I looked around the store. The other customers were checking us out. Recalling my previous visit, I started to feel hot. Flipping through a rack of videos made me even hotter. I really wanted to back to go the booths and suck a few cocks, but Cynthia would never go. After 5 minutes of browsing the DVDs, she approached me, vibrator in hand, and whispered, “I’m going to get this one.” She paused, “Kay, let’s be real nasty, and rent a video.”

I was stunned but happy. “Okay,” I whispered back, “but which one?”

“You pick it out.”

“There are so many. I don’t know which one would be good. We don’t want to get a bad one.”

“Oh, just hurry,” she said.

“I know, I’ll ask the guy at the desk.” Cynthia gasped when I said this, but did not stop me as approached him. We recognized each other from my previous visit. “We want to rent a video. A good one with cute guys. Can you recommend any?”

“There are so many,” he replied. “But you could check out the movies in the booths and rent one of those.”

“Oh and how do we do that?” I winked at him.

“Get about $10 each worth of tokens, go back to a booth and feed them in the slots. The booths have 25 different movies. You can change the channels and find one that you like. In fact, I’ll give you 2 for 1 on the tokens so you can peruse as many movies as you like.”

“Okay, let’s do that.” I turned to Cynthia and said, “Let’s go preview what we want. I bet we’ll find something we like.”

I turned back to the cashier and exchanged my money for tokens. He whispered to me, “Back for more, eh? Try booth #3.” He gave me the coins, and I handed half to my friend.

As we walked back toward the booths, he grumbled at us, “Remember, only one per booth.” Cynthia shot me a look of concern.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered to her as we passed the curtains, “we can share a booth.” The hall was empty. My friend seemed a little timid, so I grabbed her hand and lead her to the middle of the aisle. “Three. That’s my lucky number.” I opened the door and held it as Cynthia stepped in. What I noticed straight off were the gloryholes on each side; I think she was oblivious to them. I stepped in behind her and slid the door shut.

“How do we get it going?” I took ten coins and dropped them into machine. Immediately, the screen flickered on. The opening image was of a woman giving blowjobs—she was surrounded by three studs, each with big, fat dicks. I heard Cynthia gasp. After about 30 seconds, she asked if we could change the channel.

“Go ahead,” I said. She skipped through a bunch of them until she came to a woman getting fucked in the ass. I could tell by the quality of the movie that it was made by an amateur. The woman was very ordinary looking, had real tits, a bit of fat around her, and looked over 30—as opposed to the fake-titted skinny teenagers who starred in most films. On the screen, a second man appeared, and lined his cock up with the woman’s pussy. After a moment of hesitation, he shoved it in her. The woman moaned with ecstasy. While the men pounded away, I turned and looked at Cynthia. She was transfixed by the action. I noticed her squirming a little. “That DP is pretty hot. I bet you want that done.”




I Dare You... Ch. 3



There is nothing quite like the hush of a darkened theatre. Every movement causes a rustling noise, and every whisper is magnified. A cough echoes forever. Therefore a moan must be bitten back at all costs.

Her head rested on his shoulder in the darkness. Caught up completely in the storyline, her awareness of him came and went as he fidgeted slightly in his seat, but was suddenly wholly fixed on him when his hand cupped her breast. His lips brushed her face as he murmured her name.

She stayed very still, eyes fixed on the screen but attention dominated by him. She waited silently in the dark for the words she knew would come. She hadn't long to wait before the ghost of his voice reached her ears. "I dare you, baby."

She drew in a shallow breath and waited. His hand squeezed her breast, and his other hand crossed over his body to take her hand, gently placing it over his zipper and the already-hard bulge beneath. Did she hear his whispered plea for her mouth on his cock? Or was she now sliding from her seat of her own accord? She wasn't sure and didn't care. The feel of him under her fingers made her mouth water and her pussy ache.

She knelt on the floor between his legs, her hands silently lowering the zipper of his pants and slipping inside. His fingers gently stroked her cheeks, his eyes never leaving her face. Her fingers closed firmly around his hardness, and as she instinctively licked her lips he clenched his teeth against the groan rising in his throat.

She leaned forward and touched just the tip of her tongue to the head of his cock, feeling it throb in response. Her lips parted, and after a final lingering lick of her lips, she sank her mouth slowly down over his cock.

His hands clenched slightly in her hair as her mouth took him in deeper. Her tongue swirled around his cock, her mouth beginning to suck softly, then a little harder. One hand stroked his shaft as the other worked its way beneath her skirt to slip between her legs, finding the wetness there. She plucked lightly at her hot flesh, sucking harder on his cock.

Her eyes were closed and his were fixed on her face and the sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth. There wasn't light enough to see much but still he could see her lips and his skin glistening with her saliva. He bit back another groan as he felt her teeth lightly grazing him and her tongue sliding along behind to soothe his skin. Her hand slipped easily up and down his wet cock, and her mouth sank lower, sucking him in deeper. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she swallowed, her fingers on her clit beginning to rub harder as his hips began to push his cock into her mouth.

She felt herself drawing closer to her own orgasm as his thrusts into her mouth became more urgent. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling around his cock as their eyes made contact. Suddenly she felt his hands on her head gripping more tightly, and she sucked harder, faster, rubbing her clit faster and sinking a finger deep into her pussy.

As his cock began to fill her mouth with his cum, she slammed three fingers into her tight hole and felt the world explode as she came. She swallowed every drop of his sticky load, sucking the last of it from his cock greedily. Pulling her hand back from under her skirt she offered it to him, and he sucked her juices from her fingers.

Slowly she rose and sat back in her seat, as he tucked his cock back into his pants. She looked around suddenly to find the people all around them staring at her, and her cheeks flushed even more with embarrassment. He took her hand and they left the theatre, laughing together. On the sidewalk outside he held her to him and they kissed deeply, then walked slowly down the street, hands clasped. "My turn again," she said.



I Dare You Ch. 3



After a few blinks and without taking her eyes off the screen, Cynthia asked, “DP?”

“Double Penetration. You’d like that wouldn’t?” She took a shuddered breath in. “You’d like it if two guys fucked you at the same time. You’d like a big cock fucking you in the pussy and another fucking you in the ass.” Cynthia moaned a little. We watched a little longer. I reached up and changed the channel. “My turn to pick,” I said. I flipped through the rest until I came back to our opening scene—a woman surrounding by three cocks. She sucked on one, while jerking on the others. I was starting to get hot. Cynthia continued to stare at the screen. “Wow, that makes me horny; how bout you?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“I would love to be surrounded by cocks and be forced to suck them.” In the film, one of the men erupted cum all over the star’s face. She quickly grabbed it and aimed the final squirts into her mouth. When he finished, she swallowed. I exclaimed, “That looks yummy.” Cynthia wrinkled her nose, but continued to watch the screen. “You really should try it,” I said to her, “cum tastes pretty good. Rather salty, but good.”

I suddenly noticed an eye through the gloryhole that was next to my friend. I wanted to see how far I could push Cynthia, so I said, “I am getting so turned on; I have to play with myself.” I started to pull up my skirt.

“Kay, what are you doing?”

“Taking off my underwear.” And I did, and immediately placed them in my purse.

“You can’t do that. Someone will catch us.”

“Like who?” I raised my skirt, and spread my legs. My pussy was already starting to feel moist. I moved the palm of my hand over the top of it, and gently rubbed. Cynthia just stared at me. I turned my attention back to the movie. “Do you like this movie, Cyn?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Why?” I dipped a finger into my snatch.

“Because the woman is a slut.”

“Do you wish that were you up there?” She hesitated. “Don’t worry; this is just between us girls.”

“Yes,” she said meekly.

“You? Surrounded by all those cocks?”

“Yes.”

“You, forced to suck on them?”

“Yes.”

“Forced to take their cum down your throat?”

“Yes!” Cynthia almost yelled.

“Me too. In fact,” I raised my voice, “I wish I had a cock to suck right now.”

Our friend in the other booth took the cue, and replaced his eye with his cock. I smiled and immediately grabbed it. Cynthia let out a soft scream when she noticed my actions. “Oh my god!” she said, “What are you doing? Kay, stop! You don’t know who that is!”

“I know. That is the big thrill.” I knelt down next to the wall and examined the cock more carefully. It was an ordinary-sized specimen—about 6 inches. I was feeling really horny, so I stick my tongue out and ran it over the cock’s head twice.

“Kay, stop that!”

I turned to her, “I thought you said you wanted to be that woman on the screen?”

She stammered, “Well … that is a movie and a fantasy.”

“Sometimes,” I said, “you can make fantasies come true.” I turned my attention back to the cock. I kissed it a few times. Looking Cynthia straight in the eye, I opened my mouth and closed it over the cock. I remained motionless for a moment, rolling my tongue over its head. He moaned. Ever so slowly, I moved my mouth down the cock, then back up it. After about 5 times, I removed it from my mouth, and began to lick it up and down. I looked at my friend, and she was staring at me. She was also massaging her tits with one hand and her crotch with the other. This made me hotter. I took my one hand and moved it under my skirt, and worked my clit over with my fingers. I slid the cock back into my mouth and went to work on it—going up and down quickly. I could hear Cynthia’s (and my) heavy breathing. After a few minutes, I felt the size of the cock increase and I knew he was going to cum. I pull him out of my mouth, and began to jerk him off. He was about to blast off, when I said (for maximum impact on Cynthia), “Look at me, I’m a slut!” He came! The first shot hit my face, the second hit my open mouth, and the rest went down my throat. I sucked him dry. When he went soft, I let him go and started to giggle. I sat back up on the bench. “I really am a slut,” I said with a laugh.

Cynthia, with her hands still on her body, smiled and said, “I guess you are.”

We both laughed. I put some more tokens in the machine and switched stations. I told her, that it was her time to choose a station. She flipped around, until she came to a woman (with big tits) masturbating with a dildo. Cynthia’s hands returned to her body. In the film, another woman appeared (with small tits) and started to masturbate too. I hiked up my skirt again, and worked on my pussy. My friend looked at me. “You know what?”

“What?” she replied.

“Sluts don’t wear bras either.” With that, I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. I turned my back to her, and ordered, “Unhook me.” She did. The bra slid off me. I turned and faced my friend as I folded my bra. She was admiring my tits. I put the bra into my purse. Finally, I put the blouse back on, but I only fastened the lower 3 buttons. My nipples were prominently visible through my shirt.

We turned our attention back to the screen. The women were now kissing each other. The gloryhole caught my attention again as a big cock came through. This was above average—about 8 inches. Immediately, I reached for it. Cynthia gasp a little, “That is so big.”

“Mmmhumm. It feels so good. Touch.”

She moved back, “I couldn’t.”

“Who’s going to know? I won’t tell. He won’t tell.” She hesitated. I grabbed her left hand and brought it to cock. Gently, I placed it on the 8 inches. We each held it in one hand.

“It is big.”

“I know. It feels great. Don’t ya think?”

As if in a trance, she answered, “Yes.”

“Cyn, have you ever held one so big?”

“I’ve only held Marc’s.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No,” she continued to stare at the cock as we rubbed it, “I was a virgin when we met.”

“Is Marc this big?”

In a hushed voice, she said, “No, not even close.”

I knelt down by the wall and pulled her close in, “Look at how big it is.” She examined it. “I think I have to suck this one too.” With that I moved her hand off it and I enveloped the head with my mouth. Being such a large cock, I could not get much in. Cynthia had moved in closer to the hole. I went up and down a few times. Pulling off of it, I aimed the dick at my friend, “Now you.”

“Oh … no.”

“Come on, I dare you, you slut! Release your inner slut.”

That comment brought a smile to her face, and she took hold of the dick and very slowly moved it to her face. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?” She wetter her lips.

“Not a soul,” I replied.

With that, she kissed the tip of the cock. She kissed it again. I could see some pre-cum oozing out of the slit. She stuck her tongue out and licked the pre-cum. “Not bad, eh?” I asked.

“Not bad.” She resumed using her tongue. After a minute, she opened her mouth and placed it over only the second she had ever felt in her life. Cynthia could only get the head in. It was clear that she was struggling. She sucked for a while, until she pulled off and said, “He is too big. You do it.” She did not say it with disgust, only disappointment.

I grabbed him and went to work. Using my hand and mouth, I increased my tempo and could tell he was about to cum. With my free hand, I pulled Cynthia’s head next to mine, and pulled him out of my mouth. Boy did he cum. His big cock was full of spooge. The first shot hit my nose and part of my mouth, which was open. I redirected the cock toward my friend and the second shot hit her on nose and cheek. I pumped the cock and 3 more shots hit Cynthia on the face—the last going in her open mouth. Orienting the dick, I put it in my mouth and sucked the rest of his jizz out of him.

I released the stranger, and we sat back up. We looked at each other—with cum running down our faces—then broke into laughter. “I guess I am slut too,” Cynthia giggled. The TV clicked off and the light came on.

“Well, in order to join the Slut Union,” I said with a laugh, “you have to lose that bra.”

Still with a smile and cum on her face, my friend unbuttoned her top and removed it. She did like me, turned and made me unhook her bra. Cynthia’s medium-sized tits sprung loose. She faced me. I put her bra into my purse. I stared at her tits, which were mere inches away from me. She caught me looking and asked, “Are my boobs pretty?”

“Of course they are,” I said with assurance, “in fact, C.J. thinks their sexy—he told me that after seeing you in the hot tub.”

She smiled. “Really …”

Suddenly, there was a big bang on the door. It was the clerk. He yelled, “Feed the machine or get out.” We saw the latch move (he must have had some sort of key), and the door flew open. The clerk stood there growling, “Feed the machine or get out.” I was startled and frozen in my place. Cynthia was topless and immediately tried to hide her nakedness with her arm. The clerk grabbed my arm, and pulled me up, “And I told you, only one per booth!!” He yanked me out of the booth, past my stunned friend. The door closed, and I heard my friend latch it.

I was still frozen, but the clerk smiled and said softly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but you know the rules. And thanks for the blowjob.” He winked at me, and that is when I became unstuck and realized his was an act. The clerk was just having some fun with us. As he walked out of the hall back to the store, he banged on my former booth and said, “Feed the machine.” Cynthia started it back up.

I stood in the hall for a moment, wondering what to do when I realized that I was holding Cynthia’s shirt. She was in the booth topless. I knocked on the door, but there was no reply. The volume was turned up pretty loud, so she could not hear my whispers. I slowly became aware of other people in the hall—two men. They were staring at me. I decided to go into booth #4 and see how Cyn was doing. I latched the door behind me, and dropped a few coins in the machine. It started up on the blowjob movie.

I peered through the gloryhole to my friend. I expected to see her crying or at least sitting there stunned. Instead, I found her leaning back watching the amateur movie—the star was now being gangbanged. Cynthia had one hand on her crotch and one on her tits. I was pleasantly surprised. Maybe Cynthia was a slut at heart. “Cyn,” I said through the hole. She looked over at me. “You okay?”

She continued to massage herself, “Yeah. That was scary … but exciting.”

“You truly are a slut.” We both laughed. “How many coins have you got left?”

“About ten,” she continued to play with herself even as her attention was on me.

“I only have four. When yours run out, meet me out front. I’ll have a movie rented by then.”

“Okay.” She was still oblivious to the fact that she was missing her shirt. I was feeling wicked, so I wasn’t going to tell her.

“Which one should I get?”

My friend thought for a second, then replied, “The blowjob video.” Her attention returned to the movie and her own body. I sat stunned by the turn of events; here was my friend of several years—a middle-aged, rather sexually inexperienced woman--sitting topless in an adult arcade, with cum on her face, masturbating. It turned me on.

My machine was making noises like it was going to stop soon. As I leaned down to tell Cynthia, I saw a cock poking through the other gloryhole in her booth. She saw it too. My video stopped and my light clicked on, so I moved back from the hole so as not to be seen. Cyn glanced in my direction (she thought I had left) and turned toward the faceless cock. She slowly reached out and grabbed it. Caressing it, she moved her head toward it. I could only see her back, but I could tell that she was sucking on the dick. She really had become a slut. I chuckled to myself. ‘Sluts can go topless,’ I thought, and exited my booth and headed toward the front.

Upon stepping through the curtains, I was temporarily blinded by the light. As I moved toward the counter, I noticed that the store was crowded. There were 14 people in the store including several couples and single women. Everyone was looking at me—my blouse was open most of the way and they could see my “valley of interest.”

I got in line, which was 3 people deep. I was waiting for less than a minute, when a woman got in line behind me. She had one of those fancy vibrators in her hand—like the one C.J. had bought me. She caught me looking at it. “I saw it on Oprah,” she said in a hushed voice.

“I know,” I said, “my boyfriend just bought me one. It works great.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said softly. “I need to please me. Lord knows, my bum of a husband can’t.”

“You’ll like it. It sent me over the edge like that.” I snapped my fingers.

She smiled, and said, “You have something on you chin.”

I moved my hand up to it—it was cum! I was standing in a brightly lit store talking to a woman with cum on my face. I was momentarily embarrassed, but I shrugged it off. I used my finger to gather up the cum, then stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. “Yum.” She gave me an odd look. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “If you really want to be sent over the edge, go back to the booths. It is a lot of fun.” I winked at her.

“Booths?” she asked.

We moved up in the line. Softly I told her, “Yeah. You can watch dirty movies. When you get to the counter, get $5 worth of tokens and go back to the booths. Try number 3. It is really exciting.”

“Really?”

“Believe me.”

I got to the front of the line. The clerk grinned and asked, “Where’s your friend?”

“She’ll be out in a moment when her tokens run out.”

“Have you decided on a movie?”

“Number 1—The Librarian.”

“Excellent choice. Fill out the membership form while I get it.” He wandered back to some shelves.

Cynthia walked through the curtains. All eyes turned toward her. She was topless, but held her left arm across her breasts. Like me, her face had cum all over it. Also like me, she was blinded by the lights. After a moment, she walked quickly up to me, and said quietly, “Give me my shirt.” The woman in line behind me had a stunned look on her face.

“Here you go.” Upon taking the blouse, Cynthia realized that she needed to use both hands to put it on and if she did, she would be exposed for all to see.

She shot me a look of desperation, and said, “A little help.”

“Sure, slut,” I said with a giggle. I took the shirt back and held it out like you would a coat. My friend wiggled and tried to not uncover her tits as she got into it, but she failed. I was being devious, and held the shirt back while she stood there exposed. Slowly, I pulled it up to her shoulders. She immediately buttoned it.

The clerk returned to the front with the video and took my form. As he entered the information into his computer, he said to Cynthia, “I hope I didn’t scare you.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Rules are rules.”

The woman behind me asked softly, “What rules?”

“No big deal—one person per booth and you must keep the machine going—you must keep putting tokens in the machine.”

“Oh.” The woman caught Cynthia’s eye and asked in hush tones, “Is it exciting back there?”

She thought for a second, then got a devilish grin on her face and said, “Very exciting. You should try it.”

“$98.74 for the video and vibrator.”

“I’ll pay. My treat.” Cynthia didn’t stop me.

The clerk asked Cynthia “Did like the booths?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Come back soon. In fact, if you come back in the next week, I’ll give you 2 for 1 on the tokens. Also, if you,” he pointed at Cynthia, “bring a different friend back with you next time, you’ll get 25% off your next dildo or vibrator.” She smiled at his offer.

As I was putting away my credit card, I turned to the woman in line and told her, “Enjoy your new toy.”

“I will.” She then said to the clerk, “$5 worth of tokens please.” She winked at me.

As Cynthia and I walked out the car, I said to her, “You released your inner slut.”

“You brought it out of me, SLUT!”

We laughed as we drove away.

To be continued

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