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Libidinous Ch. 01

By: a_libertine



I would like to thank DarkEmpress for her help in editing this story. It is my first foray into the Exhibitionist / Voyeur genre, please enjoy. Please feel free to comment on the story by either PM or the Public Comments, and vote, it is the best gauge I have on how well you like it. 

This story follows the Dissolute and Abnegation series and should be able to stand alone.

Thank you for the time you spend reading my stories, I do appreciate it.

Chapter 1: Meeting the Neighbors

I awoke and what was on my mind? Inappropriately enough, Martin Luther King's 'I Have a Dream' speech and the line, "Free at last, Free at last. Thank God Almighty, I am free at last."

It was emancipation day. The Monday after graduation for my youngest child; representing the day the house was empty. It was early June; the temperatures were rising during the days and still a little chilly at night but not terribly so.

It is also the day I will leave my bride of twenty some odd years. 

The smell of coffee wafting along the hallway from the kitchen confused me momentarily. It was not like Lori drank coffee, she hated the stuff. I climbed out of bed, quickly showered and put on the clothes I laid out the night before. Everything else, not at my new apartment, was packed in the back of a rental van that I had spent most of the weekend loading.

Walking into the kitchen I saw Maggie our youngest sitting at the counter in the kitchen, her brown eyes red and puffy. Eyeing the counter I could see that she hadn't been alone either, there was a soda pop on the counter and judging from the perspiration on it they had not been gone long.

"Your Mom is still here?" I asked. Maggie nodded and tried to stifle a sniffle. 

"Talk to me kiddo," I said.

"Are you really leaving Mom? Today?" Her voice was fraught with emotions and quavered accordingly.

I took her hand in mine and explained, "Yes, I really am leaving her. I have changed my plans somewhat, because you and the boys are staying locally for college. I will too."

Maggie flipped her light brown hair back asking, "What is the slut's name, Dad?"

"Her name is unimportant. You will never meet her, neither will your brothers nor mother." I told her for what must have been the twentieth time. "Are you not supposed to be at Pat's house today?"

"She is in my bed pretending to sleep. I couldn't stay away; I had to be here Dad. So I came home and Pat came with me to keep Mom and I company."

"She's hiding from the drama?" I asked.

Maggie's emotions shot straight to the top as she screamed, "IT'S NOT DRAMA! You are being selfish Dad. You can't do this to Mom." She buried her head into her hands, hiding her face and I barely made out, "You can't do this to me, Daddy."

I was about to come clean with Maggie when Lori came inside, smelling like an ashtray, which meant she had gone and bought cigarettes again. Sighing, I poured a cup of coffee and saw her eyes were puffy and red as well. Standing with a mug in my hand and lounging against the cupboard I looked at her and asked, "Are you okay?" She shook her head and I grunted but said little else. It was turning out to be a rough start, seeing Maggie cry was not what I had in mind; but then again, it was unavoidable at this point. 

I went into the living room to retrieve my phone, wallet and keys. Lori trailed behind me, mad and haughty all at the same time. Her arms were folded in that crease between her tits and gut. Her mouth opened and she was about to say something, but I held a hand up cutting her off.

"Stop. There is no point in arguing about it again. You and I both know this marriage has been a sham for more than ten years. We will both be happier tomorrow."

My cell phone buzzed, the incoming text reading, "Good luck today."

Putting it back in my pocket, Lori asked venomously, "Who was that? Your slut!?"

With a wry smile I spun on a heel and said "Yes," as I left the house only to run into the boys as they headed in. Both had long faces but I didn't see signs that they had been crying. Rich's posture was angrier than Shane's. They were Irish Twins, born just over 11 months apart, and thick as thieves.

When Shane moved out and went to college across town, Rich went with him, even though Rich had a year left in high school at the time. Supporting each other and driving each other forward, the boys were doing well on their own, and had invited Maggie to live with them. She had refused, wanting to live in the dorms at the university.

"Skipping work today?" I asked.

Shane Jr, our oldest son said, "Yeah, we figured Mom needed us more today than the congressman. He told us that he already suspected we would not be in this week." I nodded in understanding. The boys have interned for Congressman Bryant the last three summers. It was not the usual fare for the congressman, but the boys worked hard and well for him, as did I. Both were good boys and to give Lori her due, she and I raised three great kids. 

"I will call you later, okay Dad?"

Hugging them both quickly and swallowing the enormous lump in my throat, I nodded and said, "You bet. Give me a couple of hours to get to the apartment and settled somewhat."

With a chorus of okays, they headed inside; I managed three steps when I heard Richey's voice say, "Dad?"

I turned to him, seeing the pain etched on his face, my heart went out to him as I said, "Yeah Rich."

"There is no other woman you are leaving Mom for, is there?"

Looking Richey in the eye, I said. "No. The reason I let your Mother and the three of you believe a lie was to help ease the pain of my leaving. If the truth will set you free, then no. I do not have a lover."

I walked back to Rich and put my hands on his shoulders. Holding his eyes with mine, I said, "I am not leaving for a woman. I am leaving because the marriage your mother and I had has not been worth the paper the certificate was printed on for a very long time. She will be happier in six months than she has been in the last ten years."

Richey nodded his head and swallowed hard. "Okay Dad. What do you want us to tell Mom if she asks about a lover?"

I considered the question a moment and then said, "She won't. She needs to think I am leaving for another woman. If she thinks I am not, she will have a reason to hope."

Both boys looked at me for a second, Rich nodded first then Shane. I could see understanding in both their eyes, so much like my own. Shane said it first, "Maggie too."

I nodded, "Yes, but the reasoning is different. She would tell your mother the truth." Both boys snorted at the comment and agreed, but they still did not like the idea much.

I went out to the van and took one last look at the house I had shared with my wife and kids for the last fifteen years. This was a lot harder than I expected and had to fight back tears, and the small voice in my head that said I was being stupid. What kind of idiot starts a new life in their mid forties?

The kind of idiot I am, I suppose.

Getting into the van, I fired it up and started backing out of the driveway. Glancing back at the house I saw a sobbing Maggie racing out the door screaming, "DADDY!!" I caught a glimpse of her red headed cousin running after her. Though my heart was breaking for Maggie, I drove off. 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I was looking forward to the next few weeks, it took a lot of arm twisting, cajoling and politicking, but I had a five week sabbatical from my duties for the congressman and it started today. I was hoping it would give enough time for the five of us to adjust to the new circumstances. This was going to be hard enough, and having to deal with calls at work would prove to be a pain beyond belief and I did not want the office anymore involved in my impending divorce than absolutely necessary. The congressman threatened to give my job to Shane, and I told him it would be good experience for the boy, but he better fire Shane Jr. in time for the school year. Law school was ahead of him, and I wanted nothing to get in the way of that.

A thirty-minute drive across town brought me to the apartment complex where I had been renting for the last few months. It was a three bedroom apartment at a price that made me contemplate buying another house in the near future. The apartment was on the top floor providing a great view of the common areas of the complex.

Backing the van into the closest parking spot I could find, I went to the apartment and unlocked the door, bracing it open for the long day of unloading that was ahead of me. Looking around the living room, it definitely felt like a temporary refuge, full of rented furniture, empty of life and memories. There were only two pieces of furniture not rented: my desk and chair in the smallest bedroom which the boys helped me bring a week ago.

I headed out to the van, and started the first load comprising four boxes of clothes on a two-wheeled dolly. Arriving at the building, I fumbled with the door, trying to keep the dolly up and trying to get my keys back into my pocket. Failing dismally at all three tasks, the door banged into my shin sending a sharp pain spiking up my leg. The world faded to black for a second and was replaced by stars twirling around my head. 

A giggle behind me complicated the issue as I tried to see who was taking such enjoyment at my misfortune. A gasp stuck in my throat at the blonde beauty standing before me. 

She was no taller than five feet two and perhaps all of 100 pounds. Pretty blue eyes, sparkling in amusement stared at me, a smile gracing her face. She wore a light blue tank top and white shorts. A sparkly object was affixed to her nose, but in the light and through the haze of pain, I couldn't really discern whether the stud was metal or a diamond. Just a touch of makeup adorned her face, not enough to hide anything but accentuating the blue pools of her eyes. Her breasts would easily fit in one's hand, maybe the size of an apple, and looked as luscious. Flat tummy and shapely legs under the shorts made for a lovely sight. 

She had a sultry sway as she walked up and said, "Here, let me get that for you."

"Thank you," I said.

A musical giggle, much like a bell choir at Christmas, came from her, "You're welcome. If you are still at this when I come back. I'll lend you a hand."

A chuckle formed in my throat as I got the dolly inside and then sat down. A curios look crossed her face to which I said, "That is the best incentive I have ever heard to be lazy. How long will you be?"

Another musical giggle, "You are cute. I have to run a couple of errands."

I inwardly groaned, another woman that couldn't answer a question, while keeping the smiling face and said, "I'll be right here."

On my second trip, four boxes of clothes and one box of books, I propped the door open with the books eliminating the door, key dance. Unfortunately it also heralded the last trip consisting of clothes. The next million trips were all heavy items, of which far too many were compact.

The blonde beauty came back about a third of the way and was standing by the dolly on the bottom floor as I came down for the last box of that trip. "Hi," she said.

"Hi yourself," I replied as my eyes drank in the lovely sight before me.

"I can help for about an hour, but I won't help until you pay me." Mischief was sparkling in her eyes.

I couldn't help myself, laughter rolled out of me. "Oh? Would dinner be an adequate payment?"

"Oh no," she said. Her face had gone straight and serious, but her eyes still danced, "I could never eat dinner with a stranger."

"Good policy." I said. "Tell you what, for an hour of work and a name, I will treat you to dinner for two. You decide who you take."

A squeal came from her as she stuck her hand out, "Deal! I am Bianca."

I engulfed her hand with mine and shook it firmly, "Hi Bianca, you get my name in sixty minutes."

She harrumphed, started to protest, then her eyes lit up. "Oh, I get your name for an hour of service, don't I?"

It was my turn to have mischief twinkling in my eyes, "Yep."

"Cheater. Okay, how about I unload the van and stack the boxes here for you to mule upstairs?"

I crooked an eyebrow, "Sounds good."

"Okay, Shane, I am off!" My jaw dropped, eyes bulging after a giggling Bianca as she left the building, dolly in tow.

For the next fifty minutes, I hauled boxes upstairs cursing the fact I had rented a third floor apartment. Each box was getting heavier and heavier, fatigue setting in. I came downstairs and found Bianca standing by the stairs with no boxes. "How do you feel?" I asked. Her clothes had dirt ground into them and she looked a little worse for wear and all the cuter for it.

"I'm sorry, Shane. I brought all of the boxes I could. There are four or five that I just can't lift."

I nodded, and expected it. "You have been a tremendous help. Thank you. Come on up, if you have time, and I'll buy you a beer." A smile creased my face as I said, "Assuming you are old enough to drink?"

Bianca laughed, "You just wish I wasn't old enough, dirty old man!"

"Old? Sheesh!" I laughed

"Can I take a rain check on the beer? Or at least delay it until after dinner? I am supposed to go out with my boyfriend tonight." Bianca looked both hopeful and apologetic at the same time. Hair had matted to her face, and there was a dirt smudge across her forehead, not too unlike the mark left after mass on Ash Wednesday.

I gave her my best crooked smile and said, "Of course. I'll be around, and you know where I live. Stop in anytime."

"Thanks, Shane!" I was blessed with a quick one armed hug as Bianca ran up the stairs to the second floor. My eyes followed her, lingering on her derriere. Sighing as she rounded the corner and out of sight, I headed out to the van. I dreaded the four remaining boxes, knowing each of them weighed over a hundred pounds. A weariness that seeped up from my bones overwhelmed me for a couple of minutes. 

There was a hot tub, a dry sauna, and a steam sauna available to the residents, one of the primary reasons I chose this complex. My name was written all over the hot tub at the moment. I could not wait to unwind in that oasis of comfort and give my sore and tired body a break. 

Sighing, I made two trips with the dolly bringing the boxes inside. I then took the much lighter box holding the door open upstairs. It took another forty five minutes for the last four boxes to make their way upstairs. My entire body was screaming at the onslaught against it.

Dropping the last box with a thud, I collapsed onto the couch and glanced at my watch. There was plenty of time to drop off the van and retrieve my car; but first, I needed to rest. Although I was fit from working out three days a week, my arms were quivering from the day's exertion. It had been a very long time since I worked myself to muscle exhaustion, which I managed to do in my biceps, triceps and deltoids. My legs were not much better and my ass was killing me from the series of squats all day long. 

I had just about worked up the gumption to get up when I heard Bianca ask, "Are you okay, dirty old man?" She was stunning, wearing a floral print skirt of yellows, greens and blues with a dark blue top. Her eyes were dancing with humor and mischief. All of which melted away when she saw me. I must have looked like hell, because she came right over to me and crouched down in front of me, concern in her eyes. "Has it been that tough of a day, Shane?"

I looked at her and murmured, "Yes, on more levels than I had anticipated." I sat up from my half collapsed position, and smiled wanly at Bianca, "Now beat it, you have a boyfriend who is expecting you with bated breath, I am sure."

A mirthless laugh, more a bark really, escaped her, "I doubt that."

"Oh? Why do you say that?" My curiosity piqued.

Bianca fidgeted a little on the balls of her feet a moment before sitting on the couch next to me. "Jeff has been getting a little more distant each week it seems. This last weekend I didn't even see him or hear from him until this morning when he asked me to dinner." 

I patted her hand that was resting on her thigh and though it was tempting to lie and tell her I was sure it would work out, I said, "Well, if you need to talk, I am here."

I was surprised when Bianca leaned over, pursing her warm thick lips, she planted a kiss on my cheek and whispered, "Aren't you sweet?" 

We talked for a few more minutes, my hand resting on hers. It was a comfortable talk and at the end, Bianca gave me another peck on the cheek. This time the corner of her mouth pressed against the corner of mine, her lush lips leaving a wet spot on my cheek. I squeezed her hand and whispered, "Be careful with those kisses, an old man just may have dirty thoughts."

Bianca giggled as she bounded off of the couch and headed for the door. With a playful wave over her shoulder, Bianca said, "Good night, Shane. "

"Good night Bianca." 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I had returned the van to the rental agency and drove back in my BMW M5. Eating the Chinese take-out I had grabbed on the way hardened my resolve to take up some cooking classes. A guy my age shouldn't have to eat out or microwave his food all the time. 

My phone was flashing, indicating a host of messages. Checking, I found ten text messages, two voicemails, and a dozen missed calls. I returned the texts to the kids; deleted Lori's and deleted the two voicemails from her as well. 

Feeling grimy and sweaty, very much what I imagined a Neanderthal would feel like, I peeled the days clothes off and took a long hot shower after pulling a towel and toiletries from their respective boxes. 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The sun peeked above the eastern horizon and I awoke, naked atop the rented king-size bed. Lights were blazing throughout the apartment. My arms, back and legs were killing me. Straightening my brown hair, I pulled some clothes appropriate for the gym, hot tub and steam sauna. Slinging a towel over my shoulder I headed downstairs.

Letting myself into the gym, I made a beeline for the elliptical and started working out on it slowly. After fifteen minutes my arms began to loosen up, along with my legs and glutes. 

After cooling down, I headed to the hot tub and sat in it for about fifteen minutes before heading to the steam sauna. Cranking the heat and steam up to the max, I sat inside relishing in the heat with a towel draped over my head, feeling the sweat pour from my body. 

The timer dinged too soon and as I walked out I heard, "Good morning, you Dirty Old Man." Her voice, while playful, wasn't as high pitched as the day before. Bianca was on the stair master and a very cute brunette with hair the color of cocoa, was on the elliptical next to her. "If I am supposed to be the dirty old man, shouldn't I be the one doing the stalking?"

Laughter rang beautifully from both women. "Maybe you should," Bianca said. Her smile was wide, beautiful and carried warmth like the spring sun. "Oh, where are my manners? This is my room mate, Virginia, Ginny for short."

Ginny was remarkably beautiful and the complete opposite of Bianca. Where Bianca was short, Ginny was closing in on five foot ten. Bianca while curvy was trim and small; Ginny was the curvaceous rolling hills and flat plains along the pacific coast. Her breasts were bordering on enormous, at least a D cup. A flat stomach was below and hips that curved out impressively into a largish, firm ass. Bianca was the eternal cutesy cheerleader that you always wanted to hug, whereas Ginny looked like the local county fair queen. Astonishingly beautiful, but probably at the peak of that beauty; Bianca on the other hand would never fade and probably get better looking as she aged.

"Hi Ginny, I am the dirty old man on the third floor," I said, smiling at her.


Libidinous Ch. 01



I was rewarded with a smile as she said, "Hi, Dirty Old Man. There is a small get together Friday night at the pool if you want to come." Glancing at Bianca, Ginny said, "I am sure it will be a good time."

"Thank you, perhaps I will." I replied, noting that Bianca was blushing slightly. "How was the date last night?" I asked.

For some reason her blush deepened a little as she mumbled, "It was okay, I guess."

Pursing my lips I said, "If you want to talk about it, I am sure you know where I live. Just drop by." With that, I left the weight room and worked my way back to the apartment.

I took a shower and dressed in slacks, a polo shirt and deck shoes. Glancing at my Blackberry, more texts from Maggie, the boys and one from Lori had arrived. The one that caught my attention was from Ben, an old friend that owned a handful of dealerships in the area. He wanted to know my new address and almost immediately responded with and, 'I'll stop by soon.'

Cups of coffee were interspersed between boxes being unpacked as the apartment slowly started taking shape. The living room was sorted and I was contemplating what to do for lunch when I heard a knock on the door. Opening the door I found Bianca with a plate of cookies, the aroma alone making my mouth water and stomach rumble.

I stood aside and gestured for her to enter while a smile tugged at my lips, "At this rate, I should leave the door unlocked so you can make yourself at home; or give you a key." My watering mouth dried up instantly as she slid by, her hip grazing mine, sticking her tongue out at me.

"You wish I would drop in on you, Dirty Old Man." Bianca's voice was still somewhat subdued when compared to the day before and her demeanor was off as well.

Pointing at the couch, I said, "Have a seat. I'll make us some coffee." Bianca nodded and sat down. Her eyes hardly strayed from the plate of cookies in her lap, her entire demeanor closed.

After turning the pot on, I pulled one of the chairs from the dining table and placed it directly in front of her. I sat down facing her with our knees touching. Taking the plate of cookies from her, I set it to the side and said, "Okay, enough of this, what is wrong?"

Tears welled up in Bianca's beautiful eyes and she started blinking rapidly. "Nothing," she mumbled.

I looked at her a moment, and said. "Good. Now that we have that settled, how about some cookies?"

The look on her face was priceless, she looked shocked, sad and frustrated all at the same time. Her hand shot out and grabbed mine, and held on, clenching tight. "Wait, Shane." 

Turning my hand over and letting her palm settle against my palm, I closed my hand around hers, and said, "I can not listen until you say something, sweetheart."

Blinking furiously, Bianca said, "Okay...okay. I don't feel safe with Jeff...," frustration playing across her features. I nodded in encouragement to her, and Bianca whispered through her tears, "...every time we are alone."

At that moment, in mid sentence a loud BOOM BOOM BOOM erupted from the door. Bianca yelped like she had been kicked and a deep voice from the other side yelled, "Open up SCHMUCK!"

I smiled at the sound of Ben's voice and patted Bianca's hand, saying, "Get ready, you are about to meet a whirlwind of a mountain." 

I opened the door, and Ben stepped in, snatching me up in his arms. Compared to Ben I was a dwarf. Standing over six foot six, Ben weighed an impressive 300 pounds, most of which was muscle. "So you did it!" He snarled happily.

"Yeah, she received the papers yesterday." With one quick twirl around, Ben dropped me when his eyes fell on Bianca.

"What a pretty child she is Shane." Ben's deep voice rumbled with amusement and a twinge of desire. Bianca's face flushed a pink similar to that of a carnation as she turned her head down and to the side, away from Ben and I.

Talking to me, Ben's eyes never left Bianca as he said, "Anyway, I can't stay long. The reason I am here is that Momma and I are throwing a party on Saturday after, Shabbat of course. You are required to come. If you are not coming, I am supposed to send the goons to fetch you. So make things easy on Christine and I, and show up. Okay?"

Laughing I said, "I seem to remember the last time you set the goons on me, I sent them back a little worse for wear."

"New goons, Shane; these guys are ex Army. One was a Ranger, the other a Green Beret." Scratching his chin through his ZZ Top like beard, Ben said, "Though I have to admit I would like to see them in action." A look of embarrassment crossed his face as he amended it with, "Not against you of course."

Clapping me on the back, Ben virtually yelled, "Well, I am off! See you Saturday night." I watched Ben walk out the door, catching sight of one of the goons on the landing outside my door and admitted to myself, that this goon would probably kick my tail.

I almost jumped out of my skin when Bianca whispered at my side, "I should go too."

She still looked embarrassed and something akin to pity washed over me as I said, "Wait here a second, I still owe you a dinner." I walked back to the bedroom with the Wild West era roll top desk and pulled one of my business cards from it. Writing the name and address of one of the nicest restaurants in Houston on it, I handed it to her. "You won't need reservations to eat there. Hand the card to the Maitre De and he will seat you and send me the bill."

Bianca's eyes almost popped out of her head as she recognized the restaurant and said, "I can't take Jeff to this place! He doesn't have any clothes appropriate for it."

I shrugged and said, "Then take Ginny, or someone else." 

Bianca blushed again as she said, "I will think about it," leaving me to watch her leave. I could hear Bianca's snuffles until she entered her apartment. I started after her, but thought better of it. 'She will be back if she wants to talk,' I thought.

The rumble in my stomach reminded of two very important things. The first of which was of course, that I was hungry. The second was that there was no food other than the cookies that Bianca brought in the apartment. Placing the cookies on the kitchen counter I grabbed my keys, blackberry and wallet, heading out. 

The blackberry rumbled in my hand with an incoming text from Ben, "Small child needs a firm gentle D." I stopped; staring at the text for a minute as I considered it. Shaking my head, I concluded that the last thing I needed was another relationship, especially one that took as much work as Ben was suggesting.

Three hours later, I parked in the assigned garage and popped the trunk on the car. On the first trip upstairs I ran into Bianca again. "You know, for a Dirty Old Man you sure do have a lot of boxes to move."

I smiled at her and shoved the boxes in her arms and turned around before she could object. Grabbing another hand full of boxes I met her outside the door to my apartment. She was tapping her toe with a smile touching her lips. "You know, I could have something to do this afternoon."

"You could, but you don't," I said as I unlocked the door to the apartment. I held the door open with one hip for her, and as Bianca slid into the apartment I felt her butt cheek graze my leg again, her skirt dragging slightly against the fabric of my slacks. Judging from her smile, I was not too sure it was an accident this time. 

We headed down to grab another load of kitchenware and when I opened the trunk of the car, Bianca said, "Wow, nice car."

"Thanks. I have had it for a while."

It took us about five trips to get the William Sonoma boxes of kitchen utensils into the apartment along with the food. 

"What were you off to do, anyway?" I asked Bianca as I started putting the perishables away. 

Bianca was sitting at the kitchen counter with her purse off to the side. "I really was on my way someplace, when you pressed me into service as if I was your daughter or something."

I stopped and looked at her with a Cheshire grin, "And where were you headed little daughter?"

"HEY NOW!" Bianca exclaimed as she wadded up one of the plastic bags from the grocery store and threw it at me. "I am not your daughter!"

"Because if I were your father you wouldn't like me as much as you do?" I asked. 

Bianca's blush flashed a bright pink. She opened her mouth as if to say something and then closed it, sucking her top lip between her teeth as she looked away. The comment must have struck closer to home than I expected as she squirmed on the bar stool, looking at everything under the sun, but me. I turned back and put the rest of the groceries away letting her embarrassment pass. Behind me, a soft voice said, "The mall. I was headed to the mall."

I stopped and turned back to Bianca, her embarrassment mostly replaced by resignation, it seemed. She nibbled on her top lip as she contemplated what to say as she watched me. I leaned against the sink and waited. It took a while before she said anything. 

Bianca wore a lemon colored halter top with thin straps that arched over her shoulders. Her breasts were perky with no evidence of nipples, which made me assume that she was wearing a bra. Her skirt could best be described as a white peasant skirt with a yellow floral pattern, lace-like material covering a few inches of the skirt above the design. When she walked the lace gave tantalizing glimpses of her thighs. Sandals adorned her feet and her purse was a wicker type material with floral arrangements circling the opening at the top.

Her tongue snuck out between her lush lips and licked them nervously. "I wanted to go to Macy's to get a dress for the restaurant, they are having a sale at the moment."

"Oh good. Did you decide who was going with you?" I asked.

"I, uh, well, I missed the bus so have some time to kill, I guess," Bianca's blush crept back at her admission.

"Let's go then. I'll give you a ride." I offered. Bad habit she had not answering questions, but then she was clearly distracted by something,

"No, that isn't necessary." Bianca said, somewhat alarmed.

"True, but I still need some dishes, flatware and glasses. Macy's or Dillard's should have something suitable." 

Bianca's brightened at the prospect, "Are you sure? It won't be an inconvenience?"

"Far from it," I said, walking over and offering Bianca my hand to help her down from the stool.

"What about the rest of the groceries?" 

"Leave them," I said with a smile. "You can put them up later."

"OH YOU!!!" Bianca shrieked, swatting my arm playfully. 

Somehow Bianca launched herself from the stool, as she came down on me, her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs wrapped around my thighs, her ankles hooking behind my knees. My arms wrapped around her, holding her in place. The faint aroma of lavender came from Bianca's hair as I breathed in. Unconsciously I nuzzled against her hair as she buried her face into the crook of my neck.

My throat tightened up as my cock hardened against Bianca's groin, she leaned back a little, grinding slightly against me. "You are a Dirty Old Man, aren't you?" Her voice low with a touch of lust, or maybe I hoped it was.

Lowering my right hand I cupped her small ass, pinning her groin against mine. "Now that you have your proof, what's next?" My hand nestled against her ass with the forefinger tantalizingly close to her bum hole. I couldn't feel any panties beneath the skirt, and it felt like her pussy was bare as it ground slightly against my cock.

A low whimper escaped Bianca, her hands moving to hold onto my triceps. "Go shopping?" 

As I lowered Bianca, I held her close enough that her pussy trailed along my half hard cock. Tilting her head up, Bianca's upper lip was clenched between her teeth again. "You have no idea how badly I want to say we'll shop later," I said. 

Her head bobbed up and down a little as she whispered hoarsely "If you want to, we can stay here."

I looked into her eyes and saw fear, hope and something else I couldn't quite pin down, chalking it up to desire. Leaning over, I gently kissed each eyelid. "No, let's go."

I pulled the car out of the garage and was about to climb out when Bianca opened the passenger door. "Close it," I said in a stern voice. A shocked look crossed her face before she hastily closed the door again. I walked around the car and opened the door for her. "While you are with me, I will treat you like a lady Bianca; and I expect you to accept it."

Seeing the confused look in her eyes, I continued, "That means, I'll get the door for you. I will pay for dinners, drinks and whatever I care to purchase for you that pleases me."

I gently cupped her face in my hand, "That also means, you will graciously accept these actions and things."

Bianca looked at me and noticeably gulped as she nodded her head. Her voice soft and warm, much like heated syrup dribbling off of pancake, she whispered, "Yes, sir. I will."

I took Bianca's hand in mine and helped her into her seat and watched as her skirt slid two thirds of the way toward her crotch. As much as it thrilled me, it did not allow a glimpse of her pussy; which part of me hoped was beginning to moisten up. Bianca didn't rearrange the skirt. She was staring out the window with a faraway look in her eyes. 

"What's wrong Bianca?"

"Nothing," she whispered softly.

"That is a bald-faced lie, daughter." 'Daughter? Why the hell did I call her daughter?'

Bianca didn't react as I expected, but sat there a tear rolling down her cheek. Emotions weighing her voice, "I wish Jeff was like you."

I damn near ran off the road as my head whipped around to her, a shocked "What?" blurted out of my mouth before I could stop it.

A soft gasp escaped her as I straightened the car in the lane. "I spent the entire night with him ... thinking of you. It wasn't fair to Jeff, but I couldn't help myself, or stop it. Part of me didn't want to stop."

Bianca's voice went even lower. She cast her eyes down as she continued, "Even when you are sweating you  feel like you are in control of yourself. Jeff never, feels like he is control."

"I just wanted the date to end, and it wouldn't. It went on and on and then he took me to his place instead of home. Well at least initially. I just kept thinking about you, and after seeing how tired you looked last night, I was a little worried as well. I could not get you out of my mind."

I took her hand in mine, and held it while shifting the gears and asked, "Even when you and he, uh..." I let my voice trail off not wanting to come out and say it.

"YES!" Bianca roared, her voice choked and quivering with emotions. "He was so damn horrible. I just wanted him to stop and take me home. I had to pick a fight to get him to bring me home."

"I take it you two are having problems, not related to me?" I asked.

Bianca nodded, not saying anything. Tears streamed from her eyes as she watched buildings roll by. We pulled into the parking lot of the mall and I parked at the far end taking up two spaces. Turning off the car, I turned and looked at her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Bianca shook her head miserably, and whispered, "Thank you, but no. It is kind of embarrassing." Her cell phone started ringing and she answered it with, "Heya."

Bianca looked annoyed as she said, "No, I didn't blow you off. I just arrived at the mall, I missed the bus."

"No silly, I didn't hitchhike." She still wasn't smiling but there was some humor in her voice as she informed the other party, "Shane brought me." Bianca shot a side-long glance my way as she replied, "Yes he's here." Her eyes worked their way slowly up my torso to my face and our eyes locked.

Shock exploded across her face as she shouted, "NO! I don't plan on telling him. Crap."

"WHAT!? You want me to? WHY?" Bianca was clearly flustered at the moment, her face shading toward pink, her eyes impossibly wide in her face.

"I don't think I can do that Ginny."

Bianca's voice was small and hard to hear as she said, "Okay, we'll see you in a couple of minutes."

Bianca hung the phone up and turned to me, "Ginny wants us to stop by her store."

"Where does she work?" I asked.

"Victoria's Secret," Bianca almost whispered.

Climbing out of the car, a smile split my face as I walked around it only to find the passenger door ajar. "What did I tell you about doors?"

Bianca's face looked crestfallen as she replied, "That you would open them for me?" Although it was a statement, I think, it sounded like a question.

"Correct." I offered her my hand and helped her out. My eyes were glued to her skirt which regrettably collapsed into the space between her thighs, denying me a glimpse of her crotch as she spun in the seat and stood up.

"I am sorry, Shane," Bianca said in a soft voice.

"You are forgiven," I replied.

As we walked toward the mall, Bianca's face started turning pink again, deepening with each step. Her silence felt less and less comfortable in step with her shading face. "Do you have something you want to tell me?" I asked.

I thought Bianca was going to give herself whip lash as her head violently shook left and right and her face suddenly flushed to the color of a soda can. I opened the door to the mall letting her in, stepping past her I opened the inner door of the mall and grabbed her arm as she was about to walk by me. "You just lied didn't you?" I whispered to her.

The shock was plastered all over her face as she nodded once and whispered, "Yes, but I can't bring myself to tell you." Looking at her, I could see her nipples were now standing up firmly; grazing the loose cotton blouse. Her breathing was soft and fast as if she was slightly winded.

Or very excited.

The sudden thought that she was sexually aroused caught me by surprise, and it obviously showed on my face. Bianca laid her hand on my chest, between the pectoral muscles and whispered, "Ginny will tell you about it. It is very embarrassing." Bianca's hand felt like molten metal on my chest. It was far too hot to be called warm, and though it was a light touch I was far too aware of it to call it gentle. I felt myself stir a little as my mouth dried up. 

Letting the door go, I gently pulled Bianca to the side. Cupping her chin I raised her face and said, "I would rather hear it from you, whatever it is."

I steered Bianca to the wall, my hands on her hips. I was keenly aware of her presence; I could smell the lavender of her hair, the perfume she wore, her shallow fast breathing causing little gusts of air against my chest, the mint smell of her toothpaste. Her nipples appeared to have hardened more, or the blouse was laying flatter against her. "I can't Shane. I can't tell you." Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes and run down her cheeks.

Cupping her face in both my hands, I tilted it up toward me, using my thumbs to brush away the tears. In a gentle voice I said, "You have to learn to talk to me. There is nothing you can say that will shock me. You can't lower my opinion of you. You can't scare me."

Her eyes were locked on mine, and I could tell she didn't believe me entirely, she was afraid of something and I think she was specifically afraid of how I would react to some piece of information. "Are you hiding the fact that you and Ginny are lovers?" 

Her eyes flashed with shock and darted to each side. "No" she said in a hoarse whisper. "Well, we aren't exclusive or anything. Or even fulltime. More like whenever she gets horny she... Well, I have Jeff and she isn't dating anyone right now. But that isn't it."

"What is it then?" I asked.

"The day Ginny makes, well, has sex with me, she makes me..." Her voice trailed off with an odd look on her face. 

I prompted, "Makes you..?"

Bianca shook her head, "I can't Shane. I really can't."

"Do you really think I will be happy about hearing something from a third party about you? That would be far worse than you telling me. They get to tell the history, and you have to pay the consequences. If you tell me, then surely, we can work through it."




Libidinous Ch. 01



Bianca buried her face in my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her. Between her sobs, I could barely make out, "I am naked under my skirt and blouse."

"It excites her that you are this way for her?"

"Yes"

"It excites you to do it for her?"

"Oh yes."

"Jeff doesn't like it?"

"No. I did it once for him and he got all mad, threatened to break up with me, call my Dad and tell him." It was like a dam broke in her as she looked up at me. "It makes me feel alive knowing that if someone looked up they could see my naked butt, and if I stood just right they could see my..." Bianca took a breath and then leaned into me some, "...my coochie. Sometimes I imagine they can see how wet I am."

I tightened my arms around Bianca, kissing her on the top of her head. My cock was raging in my slacks now. Her stomach flush against it, I could hear her gasp slightly. "That doesn't disgust you?"

I kissed her forehead, and whispered, "No. Far from it."

Bianca giggled and said, "You really are a dirty old man, aren't you?"

I earned a playful slap on the chest and a peck on the cheek with, "Can we get you a much shorter skirt to wear?"

"It really doesn't bother you?" Bianca asked, fear of my answer etched on her face.

"No. It turns me on knowing that I am walking with a beautiful, naked woman that every other guy in the mall would kill to have a shot at." My voice was low, and I could hear the desire in it.

The tension evaporated from Bianca as she whispered, "Thank you."

We stepped into the mall proper and headed to the food court, where I purchased a coffee for myself and a diet pop for Bianca. She opened her purse as though she was going to dig out money when I looked at her, my eyebrow crooked up a little. Seeing my expression, Bianca quickly closed her purse and said, "Sorry, I almost forgot."

We made our way over to Victoria's Secret. Ginny was talking to a co-worker and immediately came over, giving us both a quick hug. Walking to one of the back corners Ginny said. "Dirty Old Man, I have something to tell you." The look on Ginny's face was nearly predatory with excitement.

"That you made Bianca come up here without a bra or panties?" I asked.

Ginny gave me a shocked look as she turned to Bianca, "You told him?" Bianca nodded her head, proud of the fact that she had been able to. Ginny turned back to me and asked, "What do you think about that?"

A smile crept across my face as I responded, "I was wondering if you were reciprocating for Bianca?" Ginny's face flushed as she shook her head no.

"I think you should" I said.

"What?!" Ginny was clearly shocked by my revelation before a light of consideration flickered in her eyes.

"Go ahead Ginny, take your panties off and hand them to Bianca."

I could see the reservation in her eyes as she looked at me and then at Bianca. Bianca for her part, said, "Please, Ginny? Will you do that for me? I think it would be so hot if you did."

"Okay, Dee Oh Mm. I'll do it." Ginny turned to walk toward the back and I place my hand on her upper arm. For a split-second I imagined wrapping my hand around that magnificent tit that I brushed against.

"Here, Ginny, take them off here. Now. So Bianca can watch." I said softly.

"So you can watch too?" Ginny asked.

"I can turn my back, if you prefer." I responded.

Her voice was full of passion as she said, "Fuck no. I want you to watch me." My cock lurched in my pants, more to the tone of her voice than what she was about to do.

Ginny was wearing a medium grey with pink pin stripe dress jacket and matching skirt. The skirt was very tight, and she wore no hose underneath, her long shapely legs bare for all to admire. She wore a pink blouse under the jacket with black high heels. Her cocoa colored hair was pulled back and fanned out over her shoulders.

Glancing once at her co-worker, Ginny bent over slightly and hiked up her skirt until she could reach underneath it. With one quick motion, Ginny yanked her pink satin and lace panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of one side and then lifted her other foot up, bringing the panties with it. Reaching down she plucked the panties off of her foot and handed them to Bianca.

With as little emotion as I could, I said, "Bra too".

Both girls looked at me in shock for a moment. Ginny then licked her lips and nodded. She handed me the jacket to her dress suit and then reached behind herself and undid her bra. In that nearly magical move that girls must learn at a young age, Ginny pulled her bra out of the neck line of her blouse and handed it to me, taking her jacket back. Her nipples were very hard, pressing firmly through the cotton blouse, looking like they were trying to escape it.

I folded the bra up and started to hand it to Bianca when Ginny said, "No. I would like for you to keep it please. I am so turned on knowing each of you have a piece of my lingerie with you."

Nodding, I slipped it into the pocket with my keys. I turned to Bianca saying, "Can you excuse us a minute? I have something I want to discuss with Ginny."

Bianca looked like she was going to put up some resistance when Ginny stroked her arm gently and whispered, "It's okay honey. I won't hurt him without you around to watch."

Bianca blushed and walked out of the store. I kept my eyes on Ginny as she stood there watching me watch her. "I need your cell number."

Ginny's face screwed up in confusion as she asked, "Why?"

"It'll make it easier for me to call you and breathe heavy in your ear." I replied with a smile.

Ginny smiled and laughed, "Are you going to ask me out?"

I considered it a moment and said, "Well, you are busy Friday, I am busy Saturday, and how would Bianca react to that. Would she care if I did?"

Ginny's pretty face contorted into a frown as she said, "I don't know. I guess I could ask her. She does like you a lot." Ginny's voice was quite soft with the last statement.

"What about Ginny? Does she like me too?" I asked.

"Yeah. I think you are good looking and...and...well, you just ooze something that turns me on to no end. I would like nothing better than to jump you right now. My pussy is so hot and achy." As soon as she had said it, Ginny's face blushed in embarrassment. 

I pulled out my wallet and took out a one hundred dollar bill and handed it to her. "I want you to buy something slinky and sexy for Bianca to wear under the dress she is buying today for her dinner date with whoever she is taking."

Ginny smiled broadly and said, "That is so sweet. What color?"

I smiled back, a little knowing smile, "That is why I need your cell number so I can text you what color she bought."

"Okay, here it is." She scribbled it down on a piece of paper and handed it to me, then her face flushed the brightest red I had seen in years. It looked like she had been sitting out in the desert sun for a week without a hat or sun screen. "Oh my god. I am so embarrassed."

"Why?"

"You uh. Well, I uh...I threw myself at you and it isn't me you are interested in." Tears shimmered in her eyes as she finished, "I am so sorry Shane."

I stepped into her space and placed my hands on her hips. When she looked up at me, I leaned forward, pecking her top lip and swishing my tongue across it lightly, "Now why can't I be interested in both of you?"

Before Ginny had a chance to answer, I turned and left the store, the taste of Ginny's lip coyly dancing on my taste buds. There was a sadness on her face as I walked up. "What's wrong Bianca?" I asked.

"You...you like Ginny more than me?" She stammered out lowly.

I leaned against the rail next to Bianca and said, "I like you. Allot. I like her. A little less than allot; but you have a boyfriend. I have a soon to be ex wife. She is at the moment not encumbered with anyone. I would like to spend time with both of you, getting to know you and if something else happens with Ginny it happens. But I won't, as much as I would like to, sleep with you while you are dating Jeff."

Bianca nodded like she understood. I couldn't help myself and with laughter in my voice said, "But if you and Ginny are both good girls, I could consider allowing you to watch her and me ... if anything happens."

Bianca gasped slightly and looked back into the store at Ginny who was watching us curiously. "That would be so incredibly hot," she whispered. Realizing that she said it out loud, Bianca blushed and I caught a whiff of womanly scent.

I leaned forward and whispered, "I can smell your sex. You must be leaking down your thighs." I watched Bianca's face as she blushed again, her eyes still on Ginny as she nodded. Her top lip ensconced between her teeth.

We started walking towards Macy's in silence. My thoughts were firmly between both girls legs, and presumably Bianca was thinking along the same lines. "Does it excite you to know Ginny is working naked?"

Bianca in turn asked, "Does it bother you that I sleep with Ginny while I have a boyfriend?"

I looked at her briefly and said. "It isn't any of my business what you do with or without your boyfriend. If you want to tell me about it, I will listen and will not judge." As we entered Macy's I said, "Though I would be less than truthful if I said that the thought of you two going at each other isn't a turn on."

Bianca giggled as she blushed, "Dirty old man." 

Walking into the women's department Bianca's focus changed to the dresses. "While you look for dresses, I am going to buy dishes and stuff like that."

A pensive look crossed Bianca's face as she asked, "You don't want to see the dress?"

I chuckled and said, "I'll be back before you try anything on."

I received a doubtful look followed by a disbelieving, "Okay."

It took me ten minutes to pick out a dish set flatware and thirty glasses or so and made arrangements to pick it up when I left the mall. Arriving back at the dresses, I could see Bianca was still in the process of choosing which ones to try on.

Walking up behind her, I placed my hands on the swell of her hips and whispered, "See, I am back already." I thought I heard a slight moan as she leaned back a little.

"I don't know which one to try," Bianca said. She had laid out three dresses; one black, one white and one a vibrant red. I picked up the three dresses and held them one by one up to her. My eyes lingered on the red one, "Try this one."

Bianca took it and looked at me doubtfully and then said, "Okay." Disappearing into the dressing room, I almost managed not to look like a pervert while waiting for her. A few moments later she appeared again.

The only word that came to mind was stunning. It was a cardinal red dress with a piece of folded fabric that covered each breast and came together at the nape of her neck. She spun around and the back was open and drooped low hanging just above the crack of her ass. Bianca's slight curves were beautifully accentuated in it.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I think the dress is marvelous." I said, trying to keep myself from devouring her then and there.

A giggle escaped from Bianca as she said, "Well, I am glad you like it. Now disappear while I get some shoes to go with it." I sent a text to Ginny describing the dress and she responded, "You choose it."

I headed out of Macy's and killed time watching people as I drank another cup of coffee. Eventually, Bianca showed up with the dress and a bag, in her hand. As she came up to the table, I noticed that her smile not only split her face but the face of the person closest to each side of her. I also noticed her nipples were so hard, that they almost had to hurt. "Hi"

"Hi, yourself," I responded. "Are you ready to head back?"

That quickly becoming familiar pensive look crossed her face as she shifted from one foot to the other. "Do you mind if I stay here? Ginny will give me a ride later."

"Not a problem. Do you want me to take the dress and shoes back with me?" I asked.

"You don't mind?" Bianca asked, sounding somewhat incredulous.

"Not at all, I'll hold it hostage." Exchanging farewells, accompanied with a long sensuous hug that boiled my blood. Turning to leave I glanced over my shoulder, "You can tell Ginny I am holding her bra hostage too."

Bianca laughed and said, "She'll tell you to keep it and dream of her."

Taking the dress to the car, I drove around to Macy's and picked up the kitchenware. Back at the apartment, I finished putting the groceries up and washed all of the new dishes and cookware. Time flew by until I heard a knock on the door. It was 7:30 on the microwave clock. 

I found Bianca standing outside my door, "Hi, Dirty Old Man," she said. Her face was flushed, hair slightly disheveled. Her nipples were straining against the tight black tee shirt she was wearing. Her grey shorts were so tight that they appeared to be painted on her.

"Hi." I croaked out, my throat tight and dry from the apparition before me.

"Ginny and I would like to know if you will join us for dinner." I nodded and followed Bianca, vainly trying to keep my tongue from wagging. The shorts clung to her so tightly they plunged into the crevasse between her ass cheeks. 

Noting a pizza on the dining room table as I entered, Bianca closed the door behind me and suddenly wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. Her breasts were crushed against my stomach and I could feel the tautness in her nipples. My hands slid down the length of her to the small of her back and we stood there a moment. "I am okay with whatever happens," she whispered.

Confusion flitted across my face for a moment as she headed to the table and Ginny replaced her. Ginny's enormous tits crushed against my chest, her nipples just as taut as Bianca's had been. My throat was suddenly dry as Ginny kissed my cheek and asked, "Ready to eat?" 

She was wearing a blue and white striped man's dress shirt with no shorts or lingerie, from what I could see. Only two buttons held it together and her tits swayed beautifully with each movement.

A country song was playing in the background as I followed Ginny to the table. We sat and ate while the two girls talked excitedly about the dress Bianca had bought. My cock was standing on end watching the two of them. I surreptitiously adjusted myself so my cock followed the fly of my slacks and was now pointed upward. It was still inhumanely painful in the slacks, but better.

Bianca excused herself and went to the bathroom. Ginny took off to the bedroom and brought back the bag from Victoria's Secrets. "Even though she can't wear the bra with the dress, you bought her one for the future. So you got her a bra, panties, and stockings."

I took the bag from her and placed it on the floor under the table, next to my foot. My left hand grabbed her gently by the nape of the neck and I pulled her face to me. I planted a series of gentle kisses on her lush lips and when her mouth opened, slid my tongue into her. My right hand ran up her thigh, under the shirt and I briefly clasped her naked ass. Ginny moaned into my mouth, her hands lightly touching my face. Breaking the kiss, I whispered, "Thank you."

"God, if that is the way you thank people, I'll be your bitch. Just holler and I'll happily do whatever." Ginny half whispered. I stared at her a moment, thoughts of having her beneath me with those marvelous tits crushed in my hands pulsed through my mind. 

Bianca returned from the bathroom and had changed into a slightly larger tee shirt with no shorts. She took a seat to my left again and took a sip of her beer. Leaning over, I grabbed the bag and handed it to her. "It is a little something, to wear with the dress."

Tears welled in her eyes as she carefully took each individual piece of lingerie from the bag as if it was made of precious gold. She stood up next to me and then stepped over my legs to sit on my lap. "Thank you," Bianca whispered as she leaned in and kissed me gently. Her naked pussy ground against my hard cock as she leaned further forward wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I could feel the molten heat emanating from between her legs and I moaned as she settled into place. I could feel her hungry pussy lips on either side of my cock, trying to herd me into her.

My hands slid down her torso to her ass. Each of her cheeks fit in the corresponding hand perfectly. I squeezed lightly, and heard moans from both girls. "God, that is hot," I heard Ginny moan.

"Shane?" I heard Bianca ask.

The frog in my throat allowed me to croak out, "Yes?"

"Can we ask a favor of you? Please?" Bianca's voice was tremulous 

"What?" I asked.

"Will you..." Bianca lowered her head to my shoulder again. She sat there a moment as Ginny scooted her chair next to mine and leaned in lowering her head against Bianca's shoulder.

Ginny whispered, "Do you want me to ask him, baby?"

Bianca shook her head and leaned back, grinding that sweet hot pussy against me again. "Shane?" She began again. "Will you, uh, will you help Ginny and I fulfill a fantasy we have?"

I glanced from one hopeful face, framed by blonde hair, to the other, framed by cocoa hair. "What is the fantasy?"

Bianca's upper lip found its way between her teeth again, as she considered her answer. Ginny laid her hand on Bianca's thigh and I could see her tracing gentle patterns. "Ginny and I talked on the way home about an idea, and we think we can trust you enough to do it."

I stifled a moan in my throat as I felt Ginny's knuckles brush against my cock, her hand caressing Bianca's pubic mound. I could hear Ginny's fingers running through the coarse hair between Bianca's legs. I managed to murmur, "Okay?"

Bianca lowered her hand and placed it on top of Ginny's hand, her knuckles stimulating my cock even more than it was. "We know that it will be hard (Ginny giggled) on you," Bianca flashed a look at Ginny that quieted her giggle and said, "We would like you to watch us make love."

It was like a dam burst, and Bianca started spewing everything out. "You see, we like to be watched, and sometimes go to places where we can hold hands. Maybe kiss. But we haven't trusted anyone enough to just watch us." 

I felt my eyebrows shoot up in surprise and before I could say anything, "We would understand if you thought it too weird and said no."

As she took a breath to continue, I placed a forefinger against her lips and said, "Shush child." Ginny gasped in concert with Bianca at child, and I continued, "Let me answer before you talk my ears off."

Both girls giggled a little and Bianca whispered hoarsely, "Sorry." The knuckles of both girls were working my cock over against Bianca's pussy. The scent of both girls filled the air, leaving me more than a little lightheaded. 

I looked from one to the other and said. "Of course I will watch you two. I'd be a damn fool to pass that opportunity." Ginny yelped and Bianca sighed in relief it seemed. "What are the rules?"

"Rules?" Ginny asked.

"Do I have to sit in a chair and be quiet? Can I moan? Can I play with my cock? Stuff like that." 

"Oh" Bianca whispered. "We had not talked about that."

"Now is the time to do so," I said. "I don't want to spoil the moment for either of you."

They looked at each other and me, with confused looks on their faces, and then Ginny said, "How about: You may be naked if you choose, and can play with your cock. If you cum, cum on whoever is on the bottom so we can share it? Otherwise, there is to be no touching us. You are free to talk, in fact you can order us around. Tell us what you want to see, but leave some room for interpretation so that we can enjoy ourselves as well."

"Alright. It's a deal. When do you want to do this?" I asked. I felt the heat in Bianca's pussy stoke even hotter as she registered my agreement.

Ginny blurted out, "RIGHT NOW!"

Bianca giggled like a schoolgirl while I chuckled. I looked at the two young women and asked, "Is there anything that either or both of you find especially exciting?"




Libidinous Ch. 02



Many thanks to that lovely creature DarkEmpress and her continued slavish support of this project; without her keen knife this would not be nearly as enjoyable.

This is Libidinous Chapter 2. It follows Libidinous Chapter 1, so please read it prior to this chapter. 

Additionally this is stage three of a three stage story, Stage 1 is Dissolute: The Vanderbilt Years, stage 2 is Abnegation. While all inter-related, each is designed to stand more or less on its own. Some characters are in the stages of the story but are introduced properly.

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I had the night of my life ... well, maybe not the night of my life, but certainly the best night in many years. Ginny and Bianca had put on quite a show for me, which afforded me a little release at the end. A part of me desired a repeat soon, but then the selfish part wanted to be a more active participant in the next round.

It was early Wednesday morning and a smile rested on my lips as I dressed for a workout, combing through the memories in my mind. 

I would certainly relish a chance to make Ginny scream, Bianca too, if she broke up with her boyfriend. If not ... then not. I was content with either choice, doing my best not to influence Bianca's decision in any way.

I did my workout in silence having the room to myself for the most part. Alex, the complex manager, walked in and started on the stair master. 

She was a tallish blonde with the customary big hair that was synonymous with some of the country and western crowds. It will seem that big hair was still in, or in again. I eyeballed her body, trying not to be obvious about it as she crossed the room. She had brown eyes and a body made for slamming. She was curvaceous, a little abundantly so, but not unattractive. Her tits were full and heavy, appearing to be about a C cup in the sports bra and tee shirt she was wearing. Black bra white thin tee shirt, a modest girl's advertisement, I wondered?

"Hi Shane, have you settled in?" She asked. Alex had a warm syrupy voice that was all Southern. I imagined she would make a great phone sex performer. Hell maybe she was one. 

I lowered the weight to its resting position before answering. It was then that I noticed she chose the machine that allowed her the best possible view of me, and wondered if that was a conscious decision on her part. "Yes, ma'am, I managed to offload everything on Monday and unpacked most of it yesterday." 

"Good, were there any surprises?" Alex's face had every indication that it was an innocent question, but then one never knows. Perhaps too many years in Washington have made me cynical enough to think everyone had ulterior motives.

"I suppose you could say running into Bianca was a pleasant surprise. She saved me a ton of time by hauling stuff from the van to the stairs for me."

There was a flash of something across Alex's broad face. I couldn't make out what it was as it was there for a split second only, something akin to jealousy or anger. "Well, good, I am glad she could help and her boyfriend didn't get in the way."

I laughed a little, and said, "Yeah, she and he went out to dinner after she helped me, I think." I stood up and turned toward the steam sauna and said, "It was nice talking to you Alex."

A big smile that could light up a room flashed back at me as she said, "Same here. I look forward to chatting again."

I stepped into the sauna and cranked up the heat and steam before taking a seat at the far end of the little room. Fond memories of the previous night popped up in my mind and I sat elbows on knees with my cock hardening slightly. Too soon the timer shut down and I had to restart the sauna, semi-hard cock tenting my shorts slightly. 

The door opened as I sat down and Alex stepped in, "Do you mind if I join you?" She asked.

"Not at all, I am always happy to have the company of a beautiful woman."

I was rewarded with a big toothy smile as she sat on the left side of the sauna. The white tee shirt she was wearing virtually disappeared in the steam, and clung to her like a second skin. Sweat was gathering along her arms and face as the heat and humidity worked her body. An image of fucking her in the sauna forced its way into my mind and my cock quivered and lengthened slightly at the thought. Subconsciously I licked my lips. 

"Do you come in here every morning?" Alex asked.

"I will yes," I replied. "One of the reasons I chose this complex is for the weight room and sauna, and I plan to use them extensively."

"Not because of the friendly staff?" Alex teased.

I smiled while considering my responses and settled on, "Well, I am not sure just how friendly the staff gets, but that friendliness could keep me in place a while."

Alex's eyebrows rose slightly at what I had said, and then replied, "Well you never know, do you?"

I had to smile. My semi-turgid cock was at eye level with Alex as I stood from my seat, "Well, I guess I will see you later." I turned to leave and then paused for a moment. Bending over I whispered, "Tomorrow, same tee shirt, no sports bra." I turned and left, seeing Alex's mouth form an 'O.'

Heading up to my apartment I switched on the coffee pot and computer, then headed for the shower. After 'cleaning' my cock a little more than it probably needed, I dressed in khaki shorts and a polo shirt. My close to hard cock joined me as I took a seat at the computer to check message boards, websites and personal emails. 

One of the websites I frequent had a private message from "sirstvol" comprising of one word only, "Sir." I sat looking at the message with puzzlement before hitting the reply button and typing a message that they obviously had sent the PM to the wrong guy ... something made me hesitate to send it.

Instead I sat back and drank the cup of coffee and wondered who 'sirstvol' is. Clicking on the profile I nearly shat my pants. There was Sarah's face staring back at me. Her hair still blonde and well past her shoulders; brown eyes staring back at me with some hidden knowledge to them. Then I understood the name: Sirs Tennessee Volunteer. 

My cock leapt to full hardness at the thought that Sarah still thought of me as her master so many years removed from when I was such to her. I edited my response to her to, "You still wish to be my child?" and sent it. 

I got up and refilled my coffee. Sitting down again I found a reply ... already. I must have stared at the return PM for what must have been an hour. Finally clicking on it, it read, "Although Sir freed me many years ago, I never let go. I married eventually according to Sirs last command, but Sir has always filled my heart with hope."

"Holy fuck!" I thought,  There is no way that she feels that way so many years removed from college. Or could she?

I picked up the coffee cup to take a drink and nearly spewed it all over my computer, it was room temperature. Quickly walking to the kitchen, I poured it down the sink and mulled over the implications of Sarah's PM.

I contemplated the wisdom of getting involved with her, or anyone, for that matter over a fresh cup of coffee: Especially at this point in time. The truth was, that although my cock had been standing on end long enough that pre-cum had soaked through the khaki shorts, I did not want the entanglement. I was a free man again and I wanted to explore everything and everyone I ran across ... for the time-being at least.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Opening the door, I said, "Come in" without seeing who it was and stood back, assuming it was Bianca or Ginny.

"Wow. Nice cock you have there, U.S." I heard a familiar voice say. My niece Pat had been calling me that since elementary school when she learned about Ulysses S Grant, which shortened to US. She figured it was good enough for a President, it should be good enough for Uncle Shane. 

My eyes widened and jaw almost dropped as I saw my daughter, Maggie, and her cousin Pat standing in the doorway. Maggie's face was crimson from the blush, her eyes like those of Pat firmly affixed on the tent and wet spot in my shorts. Maggie was clearly aghast and taken aback by what she saw. Pat was more thoughtful about it and she pushed in first.

"Nice place U.S." Pat said as she stepped past me. I could smell her perfume and 'feel' her as she sashayed into the apartment. Pat stood around 5'4" and was nearly perfectly built. She had a bubble ass that shook slightly with each step and curvy legs that were much thinner than thick, but thicker than thin. Her tits perched high on her chest and from seeing her in swimsuits and what not, I knew that she had enormous nipples which were incredibly long and thick, almost as big as her pinky finger. Just thinking about that nipple made my mouth water. As bad as that sounds, it was true. And after our close call on her eighteenth birthday every time I see her in something skimpy, my heart beats a little faster.

"Thanks," I muttered to Pat. Looking at Maggie, I asked, "The boys gave you the address?"

She nodded and said, "I wanted to see the new place, make sure you were okay."

"Yeah honey, everything is okay. Coffee?" I asked.

Both girls demurred on the coffee but asked for soft drinks which I fetched from the fridge and handed to them. "The furniture doesn't look like you, Dad." Maggie observed.

I chuckled and said, "No. Not really, but I suppose it is hard to find my style at your local rent-all." I sat in one of the chairs as the girls plopped down on the couch comfortably. 

"So what are you two up to, other than scoping the place out for your mother?" I asked Maggie.

Maggie blushed and stammered, "Nothing really Dad. And Mom doesn't know we are here. I wanted..."

Maggie abruptly stopped and gave me a pleading look of desperation. I knelt down in front of her and took her hands in mine. "It's okay honey. I understand. You are always welcome to come over."

"Can I use the restroom?" she asked.

I looked at her curiously and then said, "Yes. It is down the hall on the left." She stood and started moving in that direction.

Pat leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, "Did you get laid last night U.S.?"

"PAT!" I exclaimed.

Pat giggled and said, "Is this where you bend me over your knee and spank me for being a bad girl?"

A devilish gleam glinted in my eyes as I said, "No, this is where I invite your mother over, fuck her to death, video tape it and send it to you so you know what you are missing."

A shocked look struck her pretty face as she breathed, "You wouldn't."

I pat her on the knee and stood, my semi turgid cock right in front of her eyes. 

"Thanks. I think we should be going," I heard Maggie say as she came down the hall.

"So soon? Pat and I were just getting warmed up in bantering," the delightful image still dancing in my mind.

Before she could answer, a knock rang out on the door. I looked at it crossly and moved to open it. Before reaching it, the door burst open and Bianca came waltzing in saying, "I had a great time last ni..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed Maggie and Pat.

"DAD!" Maggie screamed and tore out of the apartment like a cat with its tail on fire.

For her part Pat smiled a huge knowing smile. She stood and whispered, "She is cute, U.S., can I have her number when you are done with her?"

I was shocked, staring after Maggie in disbelief and looked at Pat for a moment. Shaking my head I started after Maggie and Pat halted me in my tracks with, "No, you should let me. I'll call you later." I looked at her and nodded my understanding. Pat walked out closing the door gently. 

Instantly Bianca started, "I am so sorry Shane, I didn't know..." I raised my hand palm facing her, cutting off the apology.

"It is probably better that you did." Rolling my head I tried to release some of the sudden tension I felt. "What can I do for you, Bianca? You were saying something about last night?"

Bianca's face was a low shade of red as she said softly, "Yeah. It was great. I am off to work and wanted to stop by and...and...well, sorry."

I walked over and tilted her head up by the chin and said, "Really. Don't worry about it. Maggie was here spying on me for her mother, and I think you put an end to it." I smiled softly at her and whispered, "For which I am grateful."

I wrapped my arms around Bianca and gave her a hug and said, "So where do you work anyway?"

Bianca hugged me back gently, her touch feather light, "I have two jobs; part time for a call center for cash, and three days a week for the apartments for the rent reduction."

"Do you need a ride or something?" I asked almost hopefully.

Bianca shook her head and said, "No, my boyfriend is picking me up in a few minutes."

"Okay," my voice more cheery than I felt at the moment.

"Ginny works the late shift today if you want someone to leer at," Bianca said playfully.

I looked at her and smiled wickedly, "Maybe I'll invite her up and watch that DVD from last night." 

A pained look crossed Bianca's face as she whispered so softly that I almost missed it, "I want to see it too."

"Oh you will. Don't worry your pretty head about that." I said, throat tight, as my seemingly twenty-something year old cock stirred slightly.

"Okay," she said and then headed for the door. "I get off at 4:00 from the call center and then work until 9:00 for the complex. See you after?"

"Sure" I said. "I'll make us some margaritas or something."

With a wave she was gone.

Then the phone started buzzing. For the next couple hours I took calls from Maggie, Pat, Rich, Shane and finally Lori. The two calls at the ends were the toughest. Pat pined for Bianca's phone number, the boys wanted to be assured I hadn't lied to them, so I told them the story of meeting Bianca. I left Ginny out more to keep the boys level than anything else.

I made myself some lunch and poured a beer to wash the sandwich down with. Thumbing through the newspapers, I gleaned what I could from them. Part of me was indifferent to the black and white print in front of me. For the first time that I could remember, I really didn't give a damn what the makers and shakers were saying and doing.

That was when it dawned on me I did not have a hobby per se. Work, wife and kids had all been my hobby and now I had none of those to distract me. I pondered how to spend my time and jokingly thought I could write a book, which was not a good idea, especially if I was going back to work in the next four or so weeks. 

Not enough time to write, and even if I did, it would piss Chuck off enough to consider firing me; a thought which amused me to no end. To be unemployed would for a while be a respite. But what would I do with my time?

Visions of swatting Ginny's ass came to mind, and while it was a pleasurable thought, it smacked too much of a relationship.

There was no freaking way I wanted that. No matter how tempting she was.

About the time it dawned on me that I was bored, the phone rang once again. Picking it up Rich's voice greeted me, "What are you up to?" 

"Surprisingly, nothing," I replied.

His rich baritone laugh came back to me and he said, "Son, it has only been three days now."

I can not explain rationally what impact it had on me to hear him call me son. It always did, always will. Rich had been more of a father to me than my own was, and that is why our second son was named after him. An event that caused my father to not speak to me again until the week he died of cancer.

"Yeah, I know. Do you have any suggestions for me?" I responded. 

"Are you going back to work for Chuck?"

"I don't know. After three days I find myself oddly disinterested in what is going on in the world around me."

Rich's voice was full of understanding as he replied, "I know the feeling. If you want, I can place some calls, find you a summer class to teach. You may enjoy it more than you realize."

My laughter rang out as I said, "And do to some poor schmuck what you did to me?"

"No, no. I don't think I would recommend that. Academia is more...unforgiving about that sort of thing these days. But finding a mind like yours and helping it become self aware is a treat greater than sex with all of the porn queens in the world at the same time. It is far more satisfying in my old age. I can not relate my pride when I consider all you have done for yourself, for Chuck, for the country, and for your family."

My heart and throat both closed up, and I replied, "Thanks, that means more than you can imagine."

"We are flying into Dallas next week, I am thinking about a jaunt to Houston while in the neighborhood."

"Please do," I said. "You and Anne can stay here with me."

"Not a chance boy. I have been lusting after Lori for longer than you know. Here's my chance," Rich said, voice full of laughter.

"I don't blame you. Send me a video," I laughingly replied. Although Lori was a freak back in the day, I couldn't imagine her doing anything like that anymore.

"Seriously. Take your time Shane. Figure out what is next. I suspect you won't go back to Chuck or any other politician to work. With your connections, and mine, you can do anything you want," Rich said, full of reason.

"Will do. Make sure to let me know if you can come to Houston or not. If not, I will catch a plane to Dallas and will meet you there," I said.

"Alright... I will shoot you an email. Anne is making noises like she wants to move State side again," Rich said.

I rang off with a "See you next week," and turned to see Ginny standing at the door, all dressed up for work.

"Hi" She said.

"Hi yourself," I replied. "I would say come on in, but you are already."

"Sorry. Bianca told me about what happened. Everyone okay?" Ginny asked.

"Yes. Like I told her earlier, it is probably for the best that she did barge in like that." I walked over to Ginny and gave her a slight quick hug, "Have time to settle in for a while?"

"No, I have to go to work" she said.

"Okay."

She stood there a minute like she had something else she wanted to say, then changed her mind, giving me a hug and a peck on the cheek and left.

Before boredom could set in again, I did what any bored lawyer would do. I put on a suit and tie and headed to the federal courthouse. There is nothing to while away time like an engaging legal argument.

I sat through a mostly innocuous meth trial that afternoon listening to the arguments, direct and cross examinations. It was amazingly fascinating. I found myself listening to a chain of custody appeal on about a kilogram of methamphetamine and it was riveting. I know most people would groan, but I was on the edge of my seat.

I ran into a couple of friends, meaning people that I didn't owe anything to, or didn't owe me anything, that still talked to me. We chatted about this and that of no consequence until Rob recommended that I spend the next day in one of the other courtrooms. Apparently there was a racketeering trial going on, and I told him I would think about it, knowing in my mind that there was no way I would miss it.

I headed back toward the apartment and decided to swing by the mall instead. Walking to the lingerie shop Ginny worked at, I found her at the counter checking out a couple of young attractive ladies. I waved at her on my way past the register and browsed around until she was finished. As she came up, I asked, "Had dinner yet?"

"No. My break is at 6:00."

Glancing at my watch, the time was 5:40, "I'll wait."

Ginny beamed like I had made her day and said, "Cool. See you in the food court?"

"Yep." I held my hand out and whispered, "Panties."

Her breath caught and she glanced around and then bent over and pulled her panties off and handed them to me, "There you go, Sir. Would you like the bra too?"




Libidinous Ch. 02



Balling the panties up, I said, "No, these will do nicely." Sticking them in my pocket I left the store and headed up to the food court to wait for her. Ginny arrived a few minutes after 6:00 and we ordered Italian, which was vile, but filling.

I had her sit next to me and asked, "Turned on yet?"

"I am so turned on ... I can't believe my juices aren't flowing down my thighs yet."

I nodded and said, "Sit with your legs open slightly."

Ginny gave me a look and then complied. I pointed at the escalator and anyone that was coming up the escalator had a view straight up her skirt. The look on her face was one of horror and lust mixed perfectly together. After a couple of seconds lust won over as a man came up the escalator and looked our way.

"Oh, God," I heard Ginny moan. 

I could smell her sex as she got hotter and wetter, sitting there with her food forgotten. "I think I will cum right here if some guy notices," she whispered in a husky voice.

Smiling, I said, "You may cum if a guy bends over for a better look." 

It was quite satisfying to hear Ginny moan longingly. I could hear her chant "Come on, bend over, bend over...FUCKER" when a guy noticed and stood slack jawed by the escalator.

"So close, yet so far." I said.

After about twenty minutes, Ginny said, "May I go back to work?" Her voice indicated that she hoped I would say no.

"Yes, and no cumming until I say otherwise."

A moan escaped her as she breathed, "You are evil."

I smiled and said, "Thank you."

Ginny walked off to go back to work and I don't think I had ever seen a grown woman squirm while she walked before. It was a marvelous sight to behold.

Going back to the apartment complex, I was quite happy with my machinations on Ginny. Stopping abruptly, I changed course and headed to the office. Stepping inside I found Bianca sitting at a desk typing away on a keyboard, staring at a monitor.

"Hi," she said when she saw me.

"Hi yourself," I replied. "What are you doing after work?"

A dejected look passed over Bianca's face as she said, "Jeff is picking me up. He wants me to spend the night with him tonight."

I nodded and reached into my pocket. "Ginny is going to hate that, but oh well." I held the balled up panties out to Bianca, "These are for you."

Bianca held her hand out and I dropped the panties into her dainty hand. She started giggling, "Stopped by the mall on your way home?"

"Yes. Don't worry though. No matter what may happen, I won't cause her to cum until you can see it," I said with a wicked little half-grin.

"Oh my, are you going to see her tonight?" Bianca asked.

"It wasn't my plan originally, but with you gone I suspect she may come upstairs. I guess I could always ignore the door," I said helpfully.

"No, that's mean. Promise me you won't cum until I can watch?" Bianca asked.

"No promises on that end of it either."

Bianca was nibbling on her top lip as the door opened and a young man walked in. The best word to describe him was the one that came to mind when I saw him, mangy. His light brown hair was matted down and he had that look that reminded me of the movie 'Deliverance.' "Hi Jeff," Bianca said. "This is Shane, the guy upstairs that I told you about."

"Uh oh. I thought. Talking about me to the boyfriend? Not good, no sir.

Jeff offered his hand and I shook the coolest limp fish I had the displeasure of running into. "Pleasure meeting you, young man." I lied.

"Likewise," Jeff tersely replied.

"I'll tell Ginny you will see her tomorrow, Bianca," I said as I left.

I went to the apartment and poured myself a whiskey on the rocks and stood on the balcony watching the young beauties that had filled the pool, splashing and playing, generally making fun and noise ... allot of noise.

I took my suit jacket off and laid it across the back of the couch and turned the TV on hoping to catch a baseball game when my phone buzzed at me. Picking it up, it was a picture text of a shaved pussy, the labia wide open. The quality was good enough I could see pussy juices glistening off of the labia and thighs. There was a one word text that accompanied it, and that was, "Evil." 

I smiled and went to the PC, syncing the phone up to download Ginny's cunt, making it the wallpaper for the monitor.

Going back into the living room I found an Astros/Cardinals game and settled in to watch it. It was a trouncing. The Cardinals violated the Astros so badly, that it would have been a rape charge anywhere other than a baseball diamond.

The mini party in the pool was less rambunctious but going strong when I heard a knock. Opening the door, I found Ginny squirming there. She had changed clothes and was wearing a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. I could see the outline of her bra through the tee shirt, and judging from the wet spot forming in the crotch of the shorts, no panties. "Bianca isn't home," Ginny whined.

"I know. Jeff took her to his place to spend the night," I told her.

"Fuck," she muttered. "I am so horny."

"I know," I replied. "Thanks for the photo proving it to me."

"You are welcome, Sir." She said.

She kept calling me sir and it was beginning to have an impact on my libido, not that it needed any help lately. "I don't think I like those clothes," I said.

Ginny's eyes shot wide open and she hurriedly said, "I can go change. What would you like me to wear?"

"Something sexy. Something that would make me want to jump you and fuck your brains out," I whispered.

In a flash she was gone, the door slamming shut behind her. I smiled and almost felt bad for the girl; she was in for a long-assed night. I loosened my tie and took it off before hanging my jacket and tie up.

A few minutes later Ginny was back, and what she was wearing was certainly sexy. It was a diaphanous white silk shirt, her tits clearly visible through the material, and nothing else. I looked at her crossly and asked in a harsh tone, "Did I give you permission to leave?"

Ginny's eyes widened as she lowered her head and whispered, "No, Sir. You didn't."

"Then let's start again. Go and put on what you were wearing earlier and come back," I ordered.

"Yes, Sir," she said and then left the apartment, head down. While she was gone I decided to change things up on her a bit.

Ginny was coming back into the apartment as I came out of the bedroom, she was wearing the tee shirt and shorts, but no bra. "That isn't what you were wearing earlier."

She looked down and frowned. Looking back at me she said, "It is sir. It is exactly what I was wearing earlier."

"No it isn't." I returned. 

I stared pointedly at her tits a moment and then Ginny said, "Bra!" A satisfied look hit her face as she said, "Sir may I go put on the garment I forgot?"

Nodding, I said, "Yes."

Out she went, and I poured another whiskey on the rocks for myself and moments later she was back wearing a bra under the tee shirt. "Better, Sir?" She asked.

"Yes, it is, Ginny." I replied. "Now go put something sexy on for me."

"Yes, sir. Is it okay if I go do so now?"

I gave her a warm smile and said, "Yes you may."

Ginny had to break land speed records in that change of clothes. She was back in less than two minutes wearing the same white silk blouse and nothing else. I looked her up and down, saying, "Very nice, but no. I wanted something that I can take you out in."

Ginny moaned in exasperation and turned to the door, putting her hand on the knob before she asked, "Sir, may I go change?"

I pursed my lips as if thinking it over, and said, "Yes."

She left and came back a few minutes later wearing a short black skirt that fell about a third of the way down her thigh, a pink blouse with a low collar and a pair of heels. "Nice," I said.

Grabbing my keys, I said, "Let's go." I opened the door and watched as Ginny walked out onto the landing. We headed down to the garage and I backed the M5 out. As I was opening the driver's door, the passenger door opened, and I said, "Close it." 

The door slammed closed and I could hear Ginny say, "Sorry."

I got out of the car and walked around and said, "Here are the basic rules. I will treat you like a lady and I expect you to allow me to do so. I will open the doors for you and you will precede me through doors. I will pay for drinks, food, whatever I am pleased to purchase for you and you will accept it graciously. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir" Ginny said, her breath shallow and fast.

Opening the passenger door I held it open as she sat down. "Hike your skirt up to your waist and spread your legs. I want to see your pussy as I drive."

Before the door closed Ginny complied and I could see her clit peaking out of its hood, glistening in her quim. I walked around the car and got in. Before putting the car into reverse I reached over and placed my hand right on Ginny's pussy; curling my middle finger down I could hear the squish as I penetrated her with my finger, her juices coating it. A moan exploded from her as I worked it in and out of her a couple of times.

We took off and I asked, "What time do you work tomorrow?"

"It is Thursday, Sir. I am off all day." Ginny gasped out.

"Good. You will need the rest." I said. "Now tell me. What is your favorite night club?"

"Lonestar Saloon, Sir," Ginny replied. "Do you know it?"

"Yes." I replied. I drove in the general direction of Richmond fingering her sopping wet pussy at each light. Occasionally a pick up or big rig would pace along side of us, the drivers invariably staring down at Ginny's exposed slit. Her breathing the entire time was short, shallow and very fast. It seemed like she was producing a gallon of pussy nectar every minute. Her nipples were pressed against the blouse, for the entire world to see, screaming to be played with.

By the time we arrived at our destination, Ginny was shaking with need. It wasn't a night club it was an adult video and gift shop. The shock on Ginny's face was priceless as she realized where we were. "I thought we were going to the Lonestar?" Her voice was plaintive and shaky.

"I didn't say that. Where did you get that idea?" I asked.

"You...you asked where my favorite nightclub was," Ginny pointed out.

Nodding my head in agreement I said, "And then I took off. I never stated where we were going, did I?"

"No, Sir; you didn't." Ginny's head was slumped down, her nipples still taut. A man came out of the store and must have seen Ginny's expression as he stopped and watched her.

"You have an admirer, Ginny," I said softly, just above a whisper.

Ginny looked up and saw him standing there and blushed furiously; the man smiled at her and stepped a step closer. "I think he wants to see more, Ginny. Play with your tits for him." Ginny's hands slowly made their way up, cupping her tits. A sigh filled the car as her fingers found her nipples and pinched lightly. The man watching her stepped much closer to the car standing next to the window leering in.

"Put on a show for him sweetheart. Don't open the door or window and don't cum." I instructed.

"Y-Y-Yes, sir," Ginny moaned out.

I got out of the car and locked it with the remote and nodded to Ginny's voyeur and said, "Enjoy the show." I walked to the entrance and turned back, "If you jack off, don't fucking cum on my car."

"Yeah, okay. Better if I kept it in my pants anyway."

I went into the store and found the section I wanted with toys, toys and toys. I had decided to buy two of whatever I got on the way so kept the list short and simple. Benwa balls, ball gags, butt plugs and a couple pairs of handcuffs. I stepped outside and the crowd around the BMW had grown to five guys and one woman. 

The woman was stroking a man's cock through his pants. She was whispering something into his ear and he was nodding enthusiastically. I couldn't make out what she was saying to him but her mouth was moving a mile a minute along with her hand, and his head.

I could hear Ginny's pants and groans through the car and over the sounds of the six people surrounding her. It was an incredibly sexy show and I leaned back against the wall watching them watch her. It was one of those rare times that a cigarette would have made sense. Lean back smoke and watch a lot of folks stroke. I heard the woman say "Now motherfucker. Cum now."

The man she had been stroking screamed, "YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS" as his orgasm soaked the front of his jeans, the woman was stroking his cock harder and faster, her other hand was wrapped in his hair and tugging so hard his head was cranked back.

I watched as the woman stepped away from the man and walked up to me. "Your slut?" She asked. I looked at the woman, she appeared to be around my age, in decent shape. Her face was austere and her brown eyes held a great deal of mirth in them at the moment, something I had the feeling they didn't have often. Black hair, unnaturally so ringed her face highlighting her full lush lips that were shockingly red.

"Not mine, but I seem to be leading her down a path that she enjoys," I said.

"You are enjoying it as well," she said.

"Yes. I am. It has been a long time since I had a child," I had turned my head back toward the car and watched the guys. One had pulled his cock out and was stroking it with abandon. "HEY!" I yelled at him. 

He turned his head my way and stammered, "Wh-What?"

"Don't cum on the car," I stated.

"Are you fucking kidding? Wash it." He said.

The woman walked up to him and said, "Here let me help you with that." Her hand reached out and took the head of his cock. She then stroked down to the base of his cock and then fished around in his pants until she found his balls. 

Then I laughed as the woman squeezed his balls so hard he screamed. His cock began twitching and she sneered, "If you cum on me mother fucker I will beat you all night long."

I watched him nod in understanding and she said, "He is kind enough to let you watch a woman far prettier than you have any hope of being so close to again, and you show him disrespect?"

I walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk putting my bag inside. Unlocking the driver's door, I stuck my head in, "Okay, sweetheart," I said. "The next time I say now, you may cum, okay?" The car reeked of her sex and I was willing to bet that it would take a month to air out. Her pussy was so wide open that a motorcycle could drive through the spread of her labia. A sheen of perspiration covered her skin like a liquid patina.

"Y-y-y-yes Sir."

I went back to my position against the wall and saw the Domme coming back alone. "What did you do with my buddy?"

She smiled a wicked smile and said, "He's off to wash his own damn car."

I laughed and shook my head. "Thanks." I turned my attention back to the scene in front of us. The remaining spectators all seemed close to cumming and I knew that Ginny would as soon as I said, 'Now.'

"There is a munch Monday night if you are interested," the Domme said.

I turned to her before yelling, "NOW CHILD. CUM NOW!" I could hear Ginny's scream of release. I saw the Domme's eyes widen and her breath catch. "Maybe I should just have you and your fuck-stick come visit one night," I said nonchalantly.

The Domme laughed, a musical sound, "I was thinking more for her. You will have a chance to meet some of the Daddy Doms that frequents the event, possibly finding one that would be a good fit for her. Unless you are going to change your reluctant mind and decide to keep her?"

I stood there a moment listening to Ginny's moans of pleasure and the grunts of the men around my car, each filling their underwear with semen. The Domme and I talking must have made for a quite a stark contrast. I nodded and asked, "What is your name?" 

Pointing at the fuck-stick that looked like he was kneeling even though he was standing, "He calls me Mistress, the people at the munch mostly know me by Madame K. You can call me Karen though."

"Shane. Nothing more to it than that; unless of course we have crossed paths, and then there is probably an explicative thrown in." The crowd around the car began to thin out and glancing at Ginny I could see her huddling in the car trying to hide herself.

Karen looked at me curiously, and said, "Okay Shane, we'll see you on Monday?"

I nodded and walked to the car climbing into the driver's seat. Starting the car up, I pulled out and started back to the apartment complex. "You okay?" I asked. 

Ginny's breathing had been shallow and fast, almost as if she was hyperventilating. "Yes, Sir, I am." She was clearly spent, sinking into the seat barely able to keep her legs from periodically trembling. She turned her head toward me and said, "You broke your promise to Bianca."

Nodding, I said, "Yeah, kind of, hopefully she won't hold it against me too long."

"I doubt she will be mad when I tell her what happened. That was INSANE!" Ginny seemed quite exultant about it. "I have never been so embarrassed, and so turned on in my life. That was the most amazing orgasm I have ever had."

"I am glad you liked it," I said. I was starting to think it was time for me to cut the cords with Ginny and Bianca; but not yet. I really did want to fuck one or both of them.



Libidinous Ch. 03



This is the third story of Shane's first week away from the constraints of a 'normal' life. Please read the first two chapters before getting into this one.

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I awoke Thursday morning to an old sight, one I had missed for a couple of years. In the middle of the bed, a spire rose impressively and thought to myself that having a couple of twenty somethings around wasn't all that bad an idea after all. Just wish that Ginny had Bianca's body. I had spent most of my adult life with the county fair queen body type, and I had no intention of doing so again. I wanted short, petite, and a hard damn body.

Rolling out of bed I sighed and looked at the clock then dressed to go hit the elliptical at the complex's weight room. Climbing on I set the resistance to about half and began. I had worked up a thin sheen of sweat and was cooling off when Ginny walked into the weight room. She didn't say anything to me which I found curious as she crossed the weight room to the machine across the way from me and sat there, her beautiful eyes on me the whole time.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded silently and I could see her swallow a time or two. She was wearing a sports bra, shorts, and a pair of sandals. Her legs were spread slightly as she sat there, opening and closing rhythmically and after a couple of minutes I realized that she closed them on the second left step on the machine, and opened on the following right footfall.

I finished up and walked over to her. I tilted her head up and kissed her gently, my tongue flicking across her lips. "Do you want to talk about what happened last night?"

Ginny's head shook a no, and she said, "Last night was beautiful, thank you, sir, for it."

I cupped her face and whispered, "You are welcome, I am happy that you enjoyed it so. I need to hit the wet sauna. Want to come along?"

Ginny shook her head no again and said, "Will I see you later, sir?" Her eyes had a silent pleading to them that was exciting and compelling. It was also at that moment when my cock which had been behaving leapt forward, instantly hard. 

I swallowed and shook my head, "No, Ginny, unfortunately I have a meeting tonight and it will let out very late. Normally around 11:00 pm." 

She smiled wanly and leaned her head against my stomach. Her hands were flush against my thighs and she ran them up under my shorts, then around the back, clasping onto my ass cheeks and whispered, "That's okay, sir. You are coming tomorrow night, right?" 

I nodded and said softly, "Yes, what should I bring? Where is it?"

Ginny rubbed her cheek along my stomach, and for a second the conflicting thoughts of "I wish my stomach were harder" and "Oh, how about a little lower" bounced through my head. She whispered, "Bring nothing, and it will be in the pool area." With a quick squeeze of my ass cheeks and a kiss on my navel, she was gone.

I watched her full ass in those oh so tight shorts for a moment and then headed into the wet sauna. Laying my towel out at the far end, I laid on it, cock pointing straight up in the air, creating a tent of the cotton shorts. Closing my eyes, I laid there and a couple of minutes later, my pecker eased itself into that state of confusion it has been in for the last three plus days. Should it be hard? Should it be soft? Okay stay halfway, just in case.

I felt more than heard the door open, a gust of cold air sweeping the steam and heat aside, leaving me shuddering momentarily. I heard whoever it was settle into the corner near my feet and wondering at the curious position they chose, opened my eyes to see who it was.

Raising up on elbows, I saw Alex sitting there. She was wearing what appeared to be a bikini bottom and one of the thinnest white tee shirts I have seen this side of the Bahamas where you can get those 4 for $10. She wasn't wearing a sports bra today, her heavy tits clearly visible through the diaphanous shirt. She had enormous areolas; they appeared to be the size of a saucer from where I was lounging. The nipples were disappointingly small at this point, but wondered how big they would get if played with.

Alex's eyes were on my crotch and hadn't moved as I looked at her. "Take off the shirt." I said. Her eyes finally moved from my crotch to mine and she began raising the tee shirt. It was an excruciatingly slow process, a tease that a woman could do, not something a child could pull off. My cock rose in response at nearly the same pace. The higher she went the harder it got. She got the hem as high as her nipples and stopped. My cock was sticking out the bottom of my shorts and hard as iron.

She sat there staring at me, her hands trembling. "I can't," she said, tears flowing from her eyes. "M-my..:

"You are married?" I asked.

Alex nodded and then bolted from the sauna the door slamming open and then shut. I spent a frustrated moment sitting there and then sighed and got up, heading back to the apartment. Letting myself in, I picked up the black berry and saw that I had a photo text from a number I didn't recognize. It was a close up of a pussy. The labia spread wide open; I could see juice glistening off of the lips. It was completely shaved, and not one I had seen before. No tattoos, no hair, nothing to go on.

The message with it was "Want some?"

I smiled and sent back, "Need more to decide."

I showered, shaved, ate and dressed in a dark blue suit with a red tie, and headed out the door to go downtown. As I passed the girls apartment, I thought about stopping by for a moment and then decided against it. Opening the garage and getting into my BMW my nose was nearly overwhelmed by Ginny's aroma. My cock responded almost immediately and hardened, pressing against the fabric of my slacks. As nice as it smelled, I knew that it would be something else by the end of the day in the hot Texas sun. I rolled the windows down and headed downtown, spending half the day in court, watching and listening.

By noon I knew that this would not be how I spent my retirement from Chuck and his office. As interesting as it was, the pace was slow and the points of law they argued were the same points that we argued back at UT. 

I grabbed a bite to eat at one of the diners downtown pondering how I was going to spend the rest of the afternoon. I thought about stopping by one of Ben's dealerships to see if he was around, and decided against it. I knew I would see him in a couple of days.

I got back into my geriatric M5 and took off, haltingly worked my way through Houston's rotten traffic. I arrived at the apartment building to see Bianca and Ginny in the swimming pool along with a handful of other women. They were all huddled together at one side of the pool, heads all tilted in toward one another and they were whispering away. I wondered to myself if it was possible that Ginny would be telling them about what happened last night, and the flush on her face when she saw me indicated that yes, she was. Alex was one of the women and then three others I did not know. Two of the three I didn't know were Mexican American's and the third was a willowy blonde.

At Ginny's blush all of the other women looked my way, most smiled, while one of the Mexican Americans waved at me. I smiled and waved at the group in general as I headed inside.

I fixed myself a drink then a knock on the door drew my attention. Opening the door Bianca came in her pert tits encased by a bikini and a towel wrapped around her waist. Her face was set in an expression that indicated she wasn't happy about something. 

"I thought you promised not to let her come last night." Bianca blurted out.

I looked at her a moment and waited. She stood there her jaw firm in her self righteous anger, and I shrugged. "Yes," I said, "I let her cum; as I would have allowed you to do so as well." I took her by the elbow and steered her toward the couch and stopped her in front of it.

"She earned that orgasm, plain and simple. I would let her have it again. If you saw how happy she was last night, you would be absolutely ashamed of yourself right now." 

Bianca looked at me and whispered, "You are taking her side against me?"

"No, I am not taking sides," I said, "But you are being a baby." I stood and looked at her a moment and then said, "Strip." The look of shock on her face was priceless and worth the price of admission. Her eyes locked onto mine and for a moment a test of wills ensued as she tried to stare me down, and then her eyes lowered to the floor and she removed her bathing suit.

My eyes traveled over her body slowly, my cock rising as my eyes lowered. I could see her nipples were hard, her breathing was fast and shallow. Her legs were spread slightly apart, I guessed so her thighs would not rub together. I couldn't help myself; walking up to her, I ran a finger along her slit, flicking it across her clit hood. Bianca moaned and thrust her hip forward slightly. The feel of her slight body reacting to my touch was intoxicating, hardening my shaft nearly instantly. 

"Go apologize to Ginny. She deserves that from you. When you are done, both of you come her." I told Bianca. To her credit, Bianca did not pick up her bikini but walked right out of the apartment leaving it on the floor.

Hearing the door click closed I turned on some light jazz and found the bag from the night before and began cleaning and sterilizing everything I had bought at the adult store. As I was finishing up the door creaked open and Ginny poked her head in, asking, "You wanted us to come up?"

I nodded and said, "Yes I did. Thanks for coming." I walked over, cupping her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, possessively. Not even a moment after I started kissing her, Ginny's arms wrapped around me and her body molded into mine. I could hear Bianca's gasp behind Ginny, but ignored her. My hands trailed down to her perfect ass and pulled her crotch tight against mine, a moan escaping her as our pubic mounds ground together momentarily.

I stood aside letting the two of them in and said, "Wait here." I grabbed one of the chairs from the dining table and placed it in the corner of the bedroom facing the foot of my bed. I then retrieved a couple of old ties and laid them across the back of the chair. Coming back in to the living area I could see the girls with their heads together discussing something in hushed tones. "Want to know what is going on?" I asked.

They both shook their heads yes and I said, "Tonight, I reward you Ginny for pleasing me so well last night. It was a beautiful sight, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly." I could see Ginny's nipples harden through her bikini top.

I grabbed Bianca's elbow and took her to the kitchen and said, "You my dear Bianca, will be disciplined for behaving like a stuck up little baby today." I grabbed a pair of the Benwa balls and stood next to Bianca. "You may not cum tonight unless I say otherwise, understand?" I waited until Bianca nodded her head and then inserted the first, then second ball into her. I placed my hand over her pussy and squeezed it, Bianca moaned and squirmed under my attentions.

I smiled and grabbed the ball gag from the counter, her eyes widened and her mouth clamped shut. I walked behind her and held the gag in front of her mouth and said, "Open, because you have no right to speak until I give you permission to do so. Understand?" Bianca nodded ever so slightly and opened her mouth. I nestled the gag and fastened it tightly. "Now go stand in the bathroom so you can see the tub." I ordered Bianca.

I took Ginny's hand and led her to the bathroom and said, "Wait here. Don't talk to the statue in the corner there. It does not deserve recognition tonight. Understand?" Ginny nodded her understanding and I went into the room with my clothes and hung my slacks up tossing the shirt into the dry clean pile and everything else into the laundry pile.

I walked into the bathroom naked; both girls had their eyes on me as I walked up to Ginny, my cock head poking into her flat stomach as I whispered, "You were a very good girl last night. This afternoon will be your reward." 

Ginny blushed and her head ducked down slightly as she whispered, "Thank you."

I opened the shower doors and started the water, inviting Ginny into the tub with me. I gently pressed her head back under the water to get it wet and then put shampoo in, lathering her up. "After the shower, I need you to go downstairs and dress up. Wear something incredibly nice, I'll take you to a boring old meeting with me and after that, we'll come back here, and I will fuck you senseless."

Ginny leaned into me and wrapped her arms around me, her naked body gliding against mine, her nipples pressing into my chest. I groaned as my hands started traveling across her body, pinching, poking pulling, slapping my way around her torso and ass. For her part Ginny was caressing my cock the entire time, one hand in a reverse grip sliding slowly up and down while her other hand tugged and massaged my balls. 

Ginny then began kissing her way down my chest, sucking each of my nipples into her mouth, nibbling and licking on them before moving on down. She kissed along my stomach, her tongue swishing about left and right, jabbing into my belly button. Her hands continued their magical assault on my senses and for a moment I had completely forgot about Bianca standing in there watching us, but her moan was loud enough to shock me back into the here and now. I looked down and Ginny was still massaging my cock and balls, staring at the slit as it leaked, only to have the water of the shower wash it away. 

Ginny's eyes flitted up to my face and I could see the desire in them, the need to taste me, the fear to do so. "Suck my cock." I croaked out. Almost immediately Ginny's mouth descended onto my cock, but she stopped just before making contact, and her tongue snaked out, licking the slit. I groaned and held her head tight, my hips thrusting back and forth as Ginny's sucked me like a chocolate malted, her hands massaging my balls and anus.

It was the best fucking blow job in years. Ginny was earnest, slow and very attentive to what she was doing and my mind went blank in the pleasure of it. It was when she switched to sucking and pulling on my dick with both hands simultaneously that I felt the stirring in my balls. The pressure she applied as she pulled toward the head of my cock was similar to that one would use on a cow to milk it, but here she was milking a bull for his jism.

They tightened while Ginny was pulling on my cock, her two hands twisting as they pulled up, her mouth situated on the head; lips just passed it, while her tongue did things I had forgotten could be done. I wasn't going to last much longer and said, "Beg me for it Ginny. Beg me to fill your mouth with my cum."

Ginny moaned below me, and Bianca moaned outside the closed shower door. I moved the shower head down and pushed the door open so Bianca could see us clearly. "Beg Ginny, show me how much my pleasure means to you."

I looked down into Ginny's eyes and almost came at what I saw. Pure adoration, and a loving look that I hadn't seen in years; there was also a pleading portion as she whispered, "Please, sir. I have given you my heart, and now my body. Please give a portion of you to me."

She didn't finish the last sentence before I felt the pressure in my nut sack give way. It was all I could do to get my cock back into her mouth before the first thick rope of cum shot out like a high grain count rifle bullet. Over and over my balls churned, cock pulsed, and shot cum into her mouth. Ginny, sucked and milked my cock and balls until the last drop dribbled into her mouth. I leaned against the wall of the tub area as I sank onto my ass, all I could whisper was, "Fuck."

Ginny was beaming as she snuggled up against me, purring like a contented little kitten. Her breasts were crushed against my chest and stomach; her legs were wound round my left leg as her ass settled onto the tub floor between my legs. Her hand wound itself around my limp cock and she squeezed it occasionally as we sat recovering, the water beginning to run cold.

I helped Ginny up and out of the tub, and then turned the water off before I got out of the tub as well. Ginny wrapped me with a towel and gently began rubbing my body, drying it. The course texture of the terry cloth was a sharp contrast to the smoothness of her skin mere moments before, and I could feel myself begin to stir as she finished drying my feet.

I looked at Bianca standing silently by the sink. Her nipples were taut and sticking out farther than I had seen them before. She was clenching her hands into little white knuckled fists and relaxing them. Her thighs were quivering and her pussy was wide open to the point it was swallowing matter like a black hole. 

I heard Ginny gasp below me and I glanced down to see her staring at Bianca's pussy. "She needs to cum, sir. Will you allow her to cum, please?" Ginny asked.

I stepped around Ginny to get to Bianca and untied the bottoms and let them fall to the floor of the bath. Her pussy was glistening in its own juices, the lips splay incredibly wide open. I slapped the inside of her thighs, forcing her legs wider apart. I stood in front of her and put my hand out in a flat plane and said, "Force them out." I turned to Ginny and placed one in her mouth and the other I sucked on for a moment before putting it into the sink.

I balled my hand into a fist and raised the thumb, as if giving a 'thumbs up,' and then rammed my thumb straight into her gaping hole.

The hot wet surface of the pussy's walls clung to my thumb and started pulsing around it. A tear formed in her eye as her body quivered in an almost uncontrollable lust. I whispered just loud enough that Ginny could hear, "What will you do for an orgasm, slut?" I looked up and saw the ball gag still in her mouth and smiled as I freed it. "Now what will you do for an orgasm?"

Her voice was hoarse and choked as she said, "Anything, sir."

"Anything?" I asked.

"Oh GAWD YES ANYTHING" she cried out, tears now flowing down her face as my thumb moved up and down sliding inside her like a mini cock. "Please. Please." 

I said, "I don't believe you." It was a soft voice and I glanced in the mirror and could see Ginny frigging herself furiously, quim glistening brightly on her fingers. I turned my head and said to her, "Don't you dare cum without permission."

Ginny shook her head as if denying that she could or would cum without my express permission.

I turned my attention back to Bianca, and started ramming my thumb into her faster. My wrist slapped against her engorged clit with each stroke and her outer folds caressed my forearm. "please..please...please...anything, I'll do anything master, please let me cum."

"Master?" 

"YES MASTER!!!" Bianca screamed out. Her voice abandoned her, as she whispered, "Please master; don't make me be a bad girl. Please let me cum."

I pulled my thumb out and popped it into my mouth, savoring her flavor, something akin to taffy and said softly, "Now. Cum now."

I was expecting a screaming orgasm, and was disappointed. Bianca's mouth clamped down so hard, I could hear her teeth grind as her body collapsed, her knees giving way. She lowered herself onto the tile floor her body shaking and convulsing, her juices flowing down her thigh and collecting on the tile.

Bianca was so quiet while cumming that I could easily hear Ginny ramming her fingers into her snatch at an incredible pace. My cock quivered and bobbed at the sight of Bianca and the sounds of Ginny behind me. I was so turned on my sking felt like it was so hypersensitive that I could feel the slightest changes of air pressure against it. 

I sat next to Bianca, and pulled her head into my lap stroking her hair and held my other hand out to Ginny. She crawled over quickly, somehow keeping a hand between her legs the whole time. As she settled in, I whispered, "You too Ginny. Cum for me, now."




Libidinous Ch. 03



With a loud groan, Ginny's orgasm struck her hard and she quivered under my arm, her hands interlacing with Bianca's as they held each other in her bliss. The bathroom smelled like a beautiful pussy factory and I leaned my head against the wall and wallowed in it.

A few minutes later, a hand tentatively wrapped itself around my cock and began pulling on it. I could tell it was Bianca's hand from the feel. I let her stroke me a couple of minutes and whispered, "Not tonight, I am running late for a stupid meeting that I have to go to."

I felt Bianca's head nodding against my thigh, her hair dragging gently on the sensitive inner portion. I opened my eyes and looked down at her cupping her chin with my hand. Waiting until he looked me in the eyes I said, "Think about what you said today. The master part and the anything part. Take tonight and think, child. Think hard about it, make sure you understand what you think you mean when you called me Master. Think about what I may collect."

Bianca stared at me a minute and then swallowed hard and nodded her head. "I will."

"Tomorrow morning after my work out, come up and tell me what you have decided." Bianca nodded at me again, and I said, "Now go Bianca and think about what you are offering me."

Bianca stood up and gave me a kiss that would melt steel and stepped over Ginny and I then left the apartment completely naked. I stroked Ginny's hair and breast absently, and then whispered, "You too Ginny. She is going to want to talk to someone."

Ginny nodded and didn't move. Instead I heard, "May I help you dress for your meeting first?"

I looked down at her soft pleading eyes and nodded.



Libidinous Ch. 04



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I woke on Friday morning stiff and irritable. It was perhaps the worst board meeting in the history of board meetings. A fractious group to begin with, the infighting was beginning to wear on me, but then, working one night a month for a decent stipend is hard to pass up on. Profits had been falling and the CEO wanted to institute layoffs to help the bottom line. A couple of board members wanted the executive committee to take pay cuts dollar for dollar to match the savings of the layoffs. Although the idea had some appeal to me, there was no way that it would happen.

Of course, that was where the arguments focused for three long assed hours. After those three hours, we agreed at last to begin the layoffs. The savings in salaries was just too much for any of us to overlook for very long. The only real upside was we put the executive leaders on notice, the first step in getting rid of them. Three months was all they had to get their crap, and our company, back in order.

Trying like hell to get it out of my mind, I dressed in my normal workout clothes and headed to the weight room to work out. I was running a little late and hoped that the exercise room was not so full of people that you could not actually work out. 

Stepping into the weight room, I was surprised to see only two other people in there already. Alex the redheaded apartment manager was on the elliptical, a woman who was vaguely familiar was on the treadmill. She stood between 5'6" and 5'8". She had the long thin lines of a runner and the speed with which she was running on the treadmill confirmed that this was not her first go round on one. She was wearing a cute pink pair of shorts that seemed to hug her ass nicely and a white sports bra. The lack of tee shirt was slightly astonishing, leaving the stretch of skin from the low-slung shorts to white spandex of the bra exposed. Her stomach was slightly rounded, but firm. 

I stopped and looked at them and said, "Good morning ladies." 

I heard a chorus of, "Good morning Shane."

My head snapped to the blonde-haired woman on the treadmill and then it clicked, she was in the hot tub with Ginny and Bianca yesterday afternoon when I came home. Her face blushed slightly when my head swiveled back around to her and then she turned away slightly.

I smiled to myself, sat at the multi station, and began to work out with lightweights, going more for tone than mass. I never did see the point in heavy lifting with weights, and preferred the lighter weights and medium rep count. Not so much weight to strain myself greatly and not so many reps that I threatened to bulk up a lot. Besides, at my age, turning into Mr. Universe, is nearly impossible. Better to stay as toned as possible.

The woman could run; I would give you that. I worked out for nearly 45 minutes and she maintained that same jog the entire time. The way her hips and tits swaying in time with the strides was highly erotic and I decided to go sit in the steam room before I had to figure out how to hide an erection while working out. Even so, my cock was about half-staff as I headed to the steam room.

I lay down in my now familiar position at the back of the steam sauna; arms crossed behind my head and closed my eyes. I must have drifted off because I did not hear or feel the door open, but had the uneasy feeling that someone was watching me. I raised myself up onto my elbows and saw Alex sitting at my feet again. Her red hair matted down with steam and sweat. Sweat had soaked through the thin material of her tee shirt indicating that she must have been in here a while. She was wearing a similar touristy tee shirt to the one she wore the day before, her enormous areola evident through the now nearly transparent white cloth. 

I looked around the sauna and saw that we were alone. Looking back to Alex, I asked, "What is the blonde's name?"

"Tara," Alex said softly.

"Take off the tee shirt, Alex" I said.

"I can't," she whispered.

"Why are you here then? You are sitting there staring at my cock. Now that I realize you are there you want to play all Miss Innocent?" I was getting a little terse with her and her game, whatever it might be.

"I-I-I don't know why I am here," Alex stammered out.

I reached down, grabbed my half-hard cock, and squeezed it, saying, "Do you want to see it?"

Alex licked her lips and nodded silently.

"Close your eyes, Alex" I ordered.

Her eyes closed and I stood up, dropping my shorts and kicking them to the side. I walked over to her and straddled her body. My cock and balls dangled inches from her eyes as I said, "Open them," and thrust my hips luridly forward.

Just as the shock was clearing from her face and she began to focus on what she was seeing I stepped away and pulled my shorts back on. I looked at her and said, "I showed you mine. Show me your tits." Then I said sternly, almost shouting, "NOW!"

The shirt was up around her face before it registered in her mind what she was doing. She stopped arms up over her head, heavy tits swaying with the movement. Her areolas were incredibly large. Bigger than any, I had seen before; each one was easily the size of a saucer, and her nipples jutted out from the middle.

I reached forward and took a nipple in each hand, tugging on it slightly. Alex gasped and then moaned as she arched her back, thrusting her tits toward me. I twisted and pulled on each one, a down and out motion, and let go. "Good progress today, Alex. See you Monday."

I turned and walked out of the steam sauna with a scowl on my face. Damn it! She was married. I could not fuck her without his consent, could I? If I were going to shed the vestiges of morality, would Alex be the one with whom I wanted to do that? Her tits were certainly appealing, large and full, I could see spending hours sucking on them.

I puttered about the apartment after showering, keeping busy mostly; more to keep my mind off all the women that suddenly were popping up more than anything. Around 9:00, the door opened and in waltzed Ginny. "Are you ready for tonight?" She asked, extremely cheerfully.

"What is the deal tonight anyway?" I asked in response.

"It's a party held every month for singles in the complex. Sometimes there are hook ups, sometimes not." Ginny explained.

"Why would I want to attend, other than for you and Bianca, which maybe I want to keep for myself?" I posited.

Ginny's look of confusion told me that she never considered the possibility that I would not want to go. 

She was dressed for work, in a smart looking business suit with a plunging neckline. The skirt was a tasteful length and would have been appropriate in any company in America. She was not wearing hose and her bra barely hidden by the blouse under the jacket. I could not see a blouse and figured she was going for the retro look.

Walking up to her, I placed a hand on each hip, pulling her close. "Give me your panties," I whispered.

I almost beamed with pride as she nodded and hiked her skirt high enough to begin pulling her panties off. As she bent over, I walked behind her and held her hips. I looked down at the crack of her ass and then knelt down behind her. I licked her crack, from the space between her anus and pussy all the way up to her lower back. With light little pecks I kissed my way back down, gently pushing my tongue into her anus. I spent a couple of minutes exploring her anus as my hands held her firmly in place.

Ginny moaned and leaned back into me, trying to drive my tongue further up her ass. I reached up and inserted a finger into her hot wet pussy, up to the first joint. I wiggled it around inside her and said, "Tell your boss you can not work tomorrow night."

"Yes sir," Ginny panted out, squirming on my finger. 

I gave her asshole one last deep probe from my tongue as I stood up and pulled out of her. I kept my grip on her hips and pulled her against my hard cock while I whispered, "Have a good day at work. Send Bianca up as you leave."

Ginny groaned and whimpered, wiggling her ass at me, trying to coax something back into her. Panting, Ginny straightened up and fixed her skirt. "Yes sir, she will be right up."

I poured a cup of coffee and was standing in the kitchen drinking it when the door opened, and I heard, "Shane?"

I turned and looked at Bianca and asked, "What do you have planned for the day today?"

"I work in the office here today from noon until close, but nothing until then. Is there something I can do for you?"

I ignored her question and asked, "What are your plans for tomorrow night?"

"I think I am going out with Jeff tomorrow night."

"Cancel it," I said curtly.

Despair crossed Bianca's face as she asked, "What if he asks why?"

It was the perfect opening, and I took it. I placed the coffee cup down on the counter and walked to Bianca. I stopped in front of her and looked at her. She was wearing a tee shirt no bra, and no shorts I could see. Part of me doubted she was wearing panties either. I walked around behind her standing close enough that she had to feel me. 

I brushed her hair away from her neck and leaned in kissing it lightly. Goose pimples formed and I blew against her skin. My tongue travelled along her neck and up along her jaw until I got to the fatty part of her ear lobe which I sucked into my mouth while nibbling on it softly.

My hands trailed up the back of her thighs, lifting the hem of her tee shirt up above her ass. Higher and higher, I lifted the tee shirt, across her waist, over her tits. Bianca's arms rose automatically, straight up over her head.

I tossed the shirt aside and ran my hands over her skin lightly cupping her breasts. Bianca moaned and leaned back into me, her shoulders against my chest, her head resting against my shoulder. I pressed the pads of my forefingers against her nipples, toying with them.

I kissed her earlobe again, nibbling on the meaty part and then sliding my tongue along the inner lobe. Bianca moaned, her hands reaching behind her and landed on my thighs. "Please" she whispered.

I whispered in her ear, my lips brushing against her skin, "If you really want me as your master, you will need to learn to do and not ask." I swatted her ass sharply and Bianca jumped up and gasped slightly in surprise.

I felt her shiver and watched as her nipples hardened. I pressed my hard cock between her ass cheeks and reached around her pressing against her pubic mound. My fingers wrapped around pressing against her lips while I drummed my middle finger against her, forcing the lips open slightly and then against her hole, pressing slightly into her. 

Bianca began to squirm against me, a constant whimper coming from her. Her ass grinding against me causing my hard cock to leak pre-cum which soaked into my boxers. I played with Bianca's pussy and tits until she started panting and then I whispered, "Before I fuck you, you are going to beg me to."

Bianca whimpered, and moaned, then whispered, "Please Shane. Please fuck me."

I stopped playing with her body abruptly and whispered, "Tomorrow night; break the date."

"W-w-why tomorrow?" Bianca asked her voice shaky.

I took Bianca's arm and started moving her toward the door gently and said, "Because, that is when  I  want to."

We stopped at the door, and she turned back to me and whispered, "Okay, I'll figure something out."

I leaned forward and kissed her, my lips brushing against hers. My right hand went to her left thigh and I began moving up toward her crotch. Extending my thumb, I had no difficulties finding her super heated opening and slid my thumb completely into her as I wrapped my fingers around her ass cheek.

Bianca moaned into the kiss and leaned against me, as her knees appeared to weaken some. Her arms wrapped across the top of my shoulders, and her fingers dug into my skin through the shirt. I broke the kiss, pulled my thumb out simultaneously, and popped my thumb into my mouth tasting her sweetness, kicking the door closed; leaving her there naked and slack jawed.

Around three in the afternoon, I dressed into a swim trunk and headed down to the swimming area that was adjacent to the apartment complex office. Some of the young mothers were out with their kids, but I did not see any of the women that Ginny and Bianca had been in the hot tub with the night before. 

I walked by the pool area and into the office area to find Bianca sitting at a desk looking intently at a computer monitor. She was dressed perfectly, a white and turquoise sundress that had some sort of southwestern design that looked more or less like "eyes of the gods."

My cock hardened immediately as she finally spotted me and smiled. "Hi Shane," she said around the sunshine that was her smile.

I said nothing in response as I walked around the desk and pulled her onto her feet. Kicking the chair back toward the wall, I maneuvered my way behind her and flipped her skirt up over her ass onto her waist. "Sh-Shane?" I could hear the excitement and fear in her voice as she asked, "Th-There..."

I swatted her exposed ass just a touch harder than playful and hissed, "Shut it Bianca."

The sweet smell of her womanhood filled my nostrils as she whispered, "Yes, sir."

I reached passed her and grabbed the scissors from the plastic container that held them and snipped each side of her panties, letting them fall to the floor between our feet. The sounds of the people out in the pool area drifted up to me as I sat in the chair and ran my hands on the insides of Bianca's thighs, slowly working my way to her crotch. By the time I got there, her moisture was seeping onto her lower lips. I leaned forward collecting a drop or two onto my tongue. I grabbed each ass cheek with my thumbs just to the side of her now gaping slit and pulled out, exposing her fully. My mouth descended onto her again, my tongue pressing against her opening.

"P-please Shane," Bianca whimpered, "Please, fuck me." I continued exploring her nether regions with my tongue, relishing the sweet tartness that was all Bianca. I began massaging Bianca's groin with my thumbs as my tongue began sliding into her, sucking as much of her quim out as I could. 

Bianca's legs began to quaver as she moaned out, "I'll do anything. Anything Shane, oOOh GAWD!!!! Anything and everything you want."

I let go of her as cheeks and pulled my swim trunks down as I stood up. I pressed the hardened head of my cock against her opening, and Bianca's pussy wrapped itself around me, pulling me in, needy in her desires. I firmly pressed in one smooth motion until I was buried hilt deep into the wettest pussy I had ever had the pleasure of feeling. Bianca's moans filled the room as I began slamming into her slowly, but powerfully.

I did not hear it but a door behind us opened and the first I knew of our voyeur was when I heard her gasp. I glanced to my right and saw Alex standing there, her face bright red as her eyes were glued on the spot where my cock was sliding back and forth in Bianca. 

Bianca noticed her as well, her torso lifting off the desk. I placed my hand in the middle of her back and grunted out, "Stay, bitch," my eyes held Alex's. Understanding that I was talking to both of them, Alex nodded her accent while Bianca's body began shaking as she screamed out in pleasure. Bianca began flowing copious amounts of fluid, which covered my balls and poured down my legs. 

I pulled out of Bianca, turned her around and forced her down to her knees. "Open your mouth Bianca," I commanded urgently. As her mouth opened, I grabbed two hands full of hair, and slid the head of my cock past her open lips. 

Pressing my hard shaft down Bianca's throat, I turned to Alex and said, "Strip."

I watched Alex comply slowly, almost in a trance like state as she unbuttoned her blouse and let it flutter to the floor behind her. Her huge tits encased in a black lace bra, the nipples straining against the fabric, swayed enticingly with her movements. I followed her hands down her smooth stomach as she undid the buckles and buttons that held her slacks up. Slowly the pants descended, revealing the matching black panties that hid her pussy from me.

Bianca's hands wrapped around my hips and held onto my ass as I continued plunging my cock into her mouth. As she relaxed, I was able to slide deeper and deeper. I glanced down to see her nose brushing against my stomach as my balls slapped her chin. 

I shot a glance over at Alex and saw her standing there in her bra and panties, her left arm up covering her breasts, her right hand down in front of her crotch. "All of it, Alex. Now." I grunted out. She unhooked the bra and her tits swung heavily, her nipples hard about the size and shape of a Bic pen cap. She bent over at the waist, pulling her panties down, revealing a patch of hair the same color as her head then stood up straight.

My balls were tight, the need to cum growing steadily in them as Bianca swallowed me whole, and watching Alex strip. I pulled slowly out of Bianca's mouth then helped her back onto her feet. I positioned Bianca in such a way her head lolled off the end of the desk, pointed at Alex who was standing there with her hands dancing up and down from her sides to covering her tits and pussy then back again. 

I pointed at the chair saying, "Sit there Alex." Walking around the desk, I placed a leg on each side of Bianca's head and teased her mouth with my cock. As it opened, I slid my hard cock into it. With the improved angle, I easily slid completely into her wide-open mouth until my balls rested on each side of her nose. My hips moved back and forth slowly, and I moaned in pleasure as Bianca's tongue caressed the sides of my prick. 

Reaching down I twisted her nipples harder than I had ever twisted anyone, and Bianca choked off a moan, which reverberated through my cock straight to my balls. My nuts immediately began to churn again and this time I did not think I would be able to keep myself from cumming. 

I pulled out of Bianca's mouth abruptly and ordered, "Spin around and roll over Bianca." She did so in record time and soon she was on her knees, her gaping pussy and tight little asshole pointed at me, ready to be ravished. I pulled Bianca's legs off of the table and settled her into a very similar position as I had her in previously and rubbed my cock from her back door down and around to her clit and back again.

Positioning the head of my manhood at her sweet opening, I thrust deep into her cunt in one hard forceful thrust. Bianca grunted as her thighs slammed into the edge of the desk. I grabbed her arms and pulled them back, then held her wrists tight as I began plowing her field with the same long, slow forceful stroke. 

I stared into Alex's eyes, watching as her eyes flicked down to where my cock was sliding into Bianca and back up again. It was easy to see that Alex's body was reacting to what she saw; her nipples were taut and her breathing coming in short gasps.

Bianca was moaning beneath me, her head turned toward Alex, watching her watch us. I looked down and watched my cock slid in and out of Bianca, framed by her perfect little ass. My balls slapped against her clit and the desk with each thrust and I could feel that wonderful feeling begin to boil in my balls. 

I heard a grunt and sigh coming from my left and glanced at Alex, she had two fingers crammed into her twat, the other hand wash vigorously rubbing the hell out of her clit. With one last grunt, Alex's body tensed up and her head thudded against the wall as a chesty grunt escaped her. 




Libidinous Ch. 04



I glanced down at Bianca again to see that she had craned her head back and was looking at me. There were tears streaming down her face and she had a wane, weak smile. I do not think I had ever seen any one as content and happy, as Bianca seemed at that very minute. Bianca did not say it, or I do not think she did; but she mouthed out, "Master, I love you." I heard each syllable in my mind and my balls released explosively into her.

My cock flexed and squirted for God knows how long, Bianca moaned gently with each shot and I collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the desk. None of us moved, Alex and Bianca staring at each other, and I stared at the door. I could only imagine Bianca was having tough time breathing and lifted myself up off her chest. 

The movement caused my rapidly softening cock to plop out of her with a gentle 'pop' sound. Without saying a word, I picked up Bianca's panties and Alex's bra before pulling up my swim trunks.

I left the office letting each of the garments dangle from a hand as I walked across the pool area and back toward my building. I did not really look around to see who was in the pool area and frankly did not care who saw the bra and panties of two different women in my hands. I guess part of the point was that they could, should, see it. I did notice Tara climbing out of the hot tub and I said, "Give them a few minutes before you barge in on them." Tara flushed noticeably, but said nothing.

I could feel eyes of several of the women follow me across the roughened concrete deck and up the stairwell. As I rounded the corner going to my apartment, I looked out over the pool a moment and noticed that Tara was nowhere in sight; apparently, she did not give Bianca and Alex the few minutes.

I turned on some jazz and poured myself a whiskey to sip on while I thought about what all was happening. I was undecided if I wanted to have a slave, pet, or whatever Bianca wanted to call herself. If I did take her in, was it fair to Ginny to not take her on as well. I glanced at Alex's bra and decided that nothing serious was going to happen with her. She was just someone to screw around with, toy with as it were. A decidedly selfish thought, that did not consider what her husband might say, think or do, but there it was. 

Like a stray dog, she kept coming round and I was damn sure going to pet her.

I had just made that decision and considered taking a shower when I heard a tentative knock on my door. I called out, "It's open!"

Alex stepped in and closed the door behind her. She stood there a moment and then said softly, "You can't come into the office and take Bianca that way. What if someone walked in while you were doing that?"

I placed my drink on the table beside my chair then walked over to Alex. Her nipples were still hard and straining against her blouse. I walked around her and then stepped up, placing my limpid dick between her ass cheeks. My arms wrapped around her torso, one over her belly and the other cupping her right tit. I whispered, "Perhaps they would have enjoyed the same show you did."

Alex leaned back against me and whimpered, "What if it was my husband?"

I twisted the nipple of the tit I was playing with, eliciting a moan from Alex/ My lips were brushing against Alex's ear as I whispered, "Then you would have fucked him while I watched you." I felt Alex shudder in my arms and then whispered, "Or maybe I would have had Bianca suck his cock, while I fucked you. The point is it doesn't matter who may have walked in; no one did."

Alex pushed her ass back into my cock and began grinding me slightly as her hands reached back and grabbed each of my ass cheeks. I heard a tremor in Alex's voice as she whispered, "What are you doing to me?"

"Not quite everything you want me to, at least not yet." I answered, twisting her nipple again. I was rewarded with a moaning whimper as I brought the hand that had been on her stomach up and across to her free tit. Each hand was twisting and pinching her nipples through the silken blouse and Alex was responding by grinding her ass against my cock harder and harder. I could feel myself begin to stir as her cell phone began to ring.

"Don't answer it," I said softly.

"I have to, it's my husband." She cried back softly as her hand reached for the phone. As she gave a breathless, "Hello" into the phone I untangled myself and opened the door. Alex's eyes welled up slightly as she shook her head no and held up one finger.

I emphatically shook my head and pointed outside. Alex left and I closed the door behind her. Then and only then did I smile. She would be begging me to fuck her soon enough.

A couple of minutes later, I heard a light knock on the door and did not say anything. A minute or so after that I could hear Alex plead once, "Please let me in." I sat there smiling at the door, my now rock hard cock was snaking down my thigh and hung out the bottom of my swim trunks. A couple of minutes later I heard her hand drag along the door as she left and I raised my whiskey to the door in salute and imagined what I was going to do to Alex and when.

I spent the rest of the afternoon listening to jazz and alternated between wondering what to do about Bianca and Ginny and fantasizing about Alex. 

I pretty much decided I was going to keep the two girls, for a while at least and explore what I wanted, hell, whom was I kidding? It was a steady source of beautiful ass, and I had just begun to tap into it. Both of them were submissive and the sight of a woman on her knees always had turned me on. To have the two of them submit would be incredible.

Toward late afternoon, I heard a lot of noise coming from the pool area and went to the balcony to see what was going on. A gazebo was in the erection process on one end while a bar sat next to it. There were boxes stacked up next to the bar and cases of beer next to that. It seemed that party preparations were going on down there and I saw Alex directing traffic. I could not tell for sure, but it seemed at this distance that she was still bra-less. 

I watched as they finished the gazebo and then placed the bar inside. I turned back inside to see Ginny and Bianca had arrived, both of them standing by the door waiting patiently. The both looked like they had been crying and I looked at them questioningly. Ginny spoke first, her voice soft and fragile, "Bianca told me about today."

I nodded my head and waited. 

Bianca reached out and held Ginny's hand then looked up at me. "I thought about what I said last night."

I moved to my chair and sat. "And?" I asked.

Bianca's head dropped immediately and whispered, "I, Ginny, we both would like to submit to you. We want to give ourselves to you completely."

"Really," was my reply. What they probably could not see was my cock was stirring. Something about submission always had that impact on me, whether it was a submission to me, or me witnessing a submission to another, it was always an erotically charged moment; one of the few moments, when everyone bares his or her soul for all to see. 

They looked at each other, then back to me, and nodded. "Yes, sir." Ginny said. "I feel like I am safe when I am with you. I feel scared and alone when I am not." She turned her head down even farther if that was possible, and whispered so softly I do not know if I heard it all or correctly, "Even knowing you are upstairs at night keeps me comfortable."

I sat there not saying anything a moment then Ginny said, "I was telling you the truth last night that I gave you my heart. I don't even know if you want it, or if it deserves you, but it is yours." My cock by this point was standing on end; the two girls could clearly see the teepee in my trunks now.

I glanced at Bianca and she was crying her eyes fixed on Ginny. It only took her a moment or two before turning to me and her head bobbed down. "I too love you, Master." Bianca said which sent a quiver through my penis all the way up my spine.

I looked from one to the other and with a soft voice asked, "You two realize that I just left a wife of twenty some odd years, and I want to sow my oats as it were."

They each nodded and tears welled up in their eyes again as Ginny said, "Yes, sir, we know that. Bianca has told me how you look at Alex as if she is a snack for you to devour. She has also told me that Alex is serving herself up a plate to be taken."

I looked at them and waited, then Bianca said, "If anyone makes you happy for even a second that Ginny and I can't, then we want you to take that moment."

I considered it a moment. I really wanted to say yes, at that very moment. Part of me needed to, which surprised me. My whole body was crying out in sexual energy and a need to take these two. The thought that delaying might cost me screamed for recognition and demanded I take them up on their offers. They knew what they wanted. So did, I. It so happened that we all wanted the same thing, for them to be mine.

I walked over to the two of them, took their free hands in mine, and pulled them over to the chair. As I sat, I pulled them down to where they sat at my feet, and instantly I knew that I wanted something like this on a more permanent basis.

I still was not sure that I wanted it with these two women in particular.

I cupped each of their faces, whispering softly, earnestly, "I want to say yes, and then crush you both under my heels." I could see both of their faces flush and beam as they took in what I said. Then come crashing down when I continued, "But, we all three need to make sure this is what we all want."

Both women started welling up a little as I whispered, "I will not be any more faithful to two women than I would be to one right now. I want to fuck as many people as I can for now. Maybe in a year, two, or five, I can settle down again. However, today, it will not, cannot happen. Both of you need to be okay with that before offering yourself to me this way."

Both women were crying now. I pulled them against me, one head on each thigh as the cried softly. I was not very sure if they were crying from happiness or sadness, but I sat there and let them have their go at it. 

After a long while, Ginny then Bianca stopped crying. Ginny looked up and whispered, "I have no doubt. If you will have me, us, we are yours no matter how long it takes for you to settle down to the two of us only, if you ever do."

Bianca nodded and kissed the inner part of my thigh then whispered, "I am yours, whether you accept me or not, I cannot help. You are my master; I wish to be your slave."

I could hear Ginny's breathe catch and a small moan came from her. Ginny's hand reached over and cupped Bianca's face and they smiled at each other softly. 

I looked at the two of them and shook my head. "Don't you have a party to get ready for?"

Bianca looked up sharply and asked, "You are going too, aren't you?"

I looked at her and said, "Yes, I plan to go at least for a little while. Though I think, I will end up on my balcony watching quickly. You two though need more time to get ready than I do."

Ginny looked up at me and whispered, "Sir, may we go get ready for the party?"

I nodded saying, "Go pick out your clothes for tonight. I will be down in a minute to see if I have any changes in mind."

They both nodded and left the apartment. I followed them a minute or so later and they were still in the process of picking clothes when I entered the apartment. They each were holding outfits up to the other and giving a quick thought on what I may think of it. I walked into Ginny's room first and looked through her closet as she stepped out of the way. I plucked a gossamer pink blouse from the closet and handed it to her; to accompany it, I picked out a short white skirt. "Wear just those two items and whatever shoes you want."

I then stepped into Bianca's room and looked through her closet. She had a white tank top styled top lying on the bed, which appeared to be silk. I nodded and then pulled out a skirt that was nearly impossibly short and handed it to her. I stood in the hallway between their rooms and said, "One hour girls be ready, then come upstairs to bathe and ready me." If I was going to give them a trial run, I may as well enjoy the benefits of such. 

I stood on my balcony sipping a whiskey some light refrains of jazz floating out from my apartment and watched the activities below. Everything appeared to be set up, a small buffet at one end of the pool area, a bar at the other end. The door to the clubhouse was open and I could see Alex walking out of it. 

She had changed clothes from the last time I saw her to now. It was a slinky black little number that clung to her tits and ass tightly. It billowed out around her thighs and swished with each step. She must have felt me staring at her as she stopped looked right at me and blushed furiously. I smiled and waved at her then headed back inside my apartment.

I was picking out what I wanted to wear when I heard the door open and close. I poked my head out of the bedroom to see Bianca and Ginny walking down the hall toward me. They each were wearing the outfits that I had chosen and, if I say so, looked delicious. 

I dropped my trunks, headed into the bathroom, and started a bath. It was scorching hot, just the way a bath should be and I put some soap into the water to give myself a bubble bath. I heard one of them smirk behind me and I turned with a scowl on my face. "You like to be spanked, I like my bubble bath." I said to Ginny.

Her face turned a beet red and whispered, "Yes, sir."

I sat into the tub and the two women came up to the rim of the tub and sat. Bianca gave a little start as her pussy first mad contact with the cold porcelain and I chuckled as her tits swayed up and down enticingly. 

I handed each of them a washcloth and leaned back against the tub. Closing my eyes, I relished the feel of their hands all over my body, caressing me, washing me. No one said a word; we were all quiet the sounds of the water splashing in response to the two of them lulled me into a half sleep state. I felt Ginny's hand and wash cloth wrap around my cock and begin to stroke up and down gently washing it. 

Bianca giggles as she whispered, "Wash it well, Ginny, it did a number on me today."

I heard Ginny giggle and her hand stopped its movement. I opened my eyes to see the two girls kissing each other. It had to be the slowest most sensual kiss I had ever seen. It did not seem like either of them was moving very much, but their comingling moan began filling the bathroom. 

Ginny seemed to remember what she had in her hand, and gave my cock a firm squeeze. She the reversed her grip and began sliding up and down my length quickly and vigorously. My cock hardened as their kiss deepened.

They eventually broke the kiss and turned their attention back to me. I stood up in the bath and began draining it. Turning on the shower, I rinsed quickly and washed my hair. I let the girls dry me with towels after I stepped out of the shower.

"What should I expect tonight?" I asked the girls.

"Not much, master," Bianca replied. "It is a normal sort of vanilla party where singles sometime, well, often, hook up."

I nodded and asked, "Why are we going then?"

Ginny and Bianca looked at each other as if they never considered not going and then up at me. "Well, we don't have to." Ginny replied.

"We'll go," I said. "I want to see the fuss is about."

Twenty minutes later we left my apartment, I was wearing a pair of Dockers and a golf shirt. We headed toward the bar, the girls each got a Mai Tai, and I got a whiskey. The girls fell into a pack of their friends and I weaseled my way out and wandered around. 

I made my way across the pool area and headed into the clubhouse, which had black sheets draped over the window. I looked at that curiously, as I approached. Tara was coming out as we bumped into each other in the doorway. She blushed prettily and whispered, "Sorry."

"For?" I asked as I looked at the top of her head.

"I,uh, well, I don't know." She glanced up at me.

"Why do you blush every time you see me?" I asked.

"I, uh, I, I don't know." Tara said.

I looked at her and said flatly, "That was a lie. Strike one."

I saw a glimpse of something that I thought was fear in her eyes and asked, "What did Bianca and Alex say when you barged in on them?"

"Nothing; Bianca was lying across the desk still and Alex was sitting in the chair staring at her, naked." Tara said her voice soft.

Another couple was trying to get into the clubhouse and Tara and I stepped to the side letting them by. The space between us could not be more than a couple of inches, as I laid my right hand on her waist. "What did you think or feel when Ginny told you the story about her masturbating at the adult store?" I asked.

She glanced left and right, up and down and all over the place, anywhere but at me. She had not pulled away from my hand yet and did not seem just yet to be skittish so much as dealing with a constant embarrassment. I cupped her chin with my left hand and said, "Tara I asked you a question."

Her faced blushed red as she whispered, "I was turned on and jealous, okay? Are you happy now?"

I held her eyes with mine and said, "Yes, actually. It surprises me, but I am happy that you opened up to me."

I saw the shock and pleasure in her eyes as I stepped to the side and entered the clubhouse. The furniture had been rearranged into little pod like areas. The couple that had just pushed past Tara and I were in the first one; having left the curtain open I could see them kissing each other passionately. He had a hand cupping one of her tits, and she had a hand between his legs, stroking his cock through the material of his shorts. I stood and watched as he lifted the dark brown-haired woman's blouse over her tits and then head. She was not wearing a bra. Her tits were slightly larger than the man's hand and she lay back as he began to lavish them with his mouth. I felt someone lean gently against my shoulder and glanced to see Tara there. I looked at her and she said, "I am here, if you need anything, just say so and I will do it for you."

One of Tara's hands was on my backside, hooking the pocket and her fingers trailed between my ass cheeks. The other hand was holding my wrist loosely, her pert breasts on each side of my arm.

I turned my attention back to the couple in the pod and saw that the woman had freed the man's cock from his shorts and was bobbing her head up and down expertly. Her technique was fabulous to watch, and I would have bet a joy to feel. 

I raised my chin, pointing at the couple in that uniquely Southern manner and asked Tara, "What's their story?"

Tara's hand on my ass was tracing little circles as she said, "They need this party. When Alex started talking about cancelling it due to costs, they volunteered to foot the bill. They take over this first spot leaving the curtain open so people can watch them go at it."

I chuckled and said, "People after my own heart."

I realized at that moment that I had been happier lately than I had been in months, maybe years. That realization made me smile even bigger. I felt Tara kiss my arm and her forehead come to a rest on my shoulder.

"Do you need anything before I go?" Tara asked.

"Where are you going?" I asked back

"I work three nights a week, midnight to noon, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, at the emergency room. I am a RN there." She answered her voice soft.

I looked at her and said, "Yes, fetch me another whiskey."

"Of course, I will be right back." Tara said. I turned to leave, following Tara as far as the door and then found a table to sit at as I watched her walk across the pool area.

I sat and watched the crowd a couple of minutes and then saw Tara coming back. Her eyes and mine locked and we stared at each other as she made her way to me. "Here you go Shane," she said softly as she put the glass on the table.




Libidinous Ch. 04



"Thank you Tara," I said.

"You are welcome," she replied.

I asked, "How hard was it for you to not say sir, at the end of that?"

Tara looked at me then squatted down next to my chair. She took my hand and said, "Not very hard, Shane. When the time comes I won't have any problems calling the right man, 'master' or 'sir' or whatever he wants of me."

I looked at her intently and was about to say something when Tara put a finger across my lips and said softly, "But right not you are not the right man. You might be soon. You might be later. However, right now, you need two little girls to play master and servant. You aren't ready to have a woman, not really."

What she said was true. That did not keep it from ripping me apart as I sat there under the barrage of what she was telling me. After all, I pretty much said the same thing earlier tonight to Ginny and Bianca. I stared into her eyes, saw her pain and loneliness, and in that instant I knew what I saw was a reflection of my own eyes. 

I nodded and lifted Tara up onto my lap and hugged her tight a moment. We sat there for a while not saying anything, not even looking at each other. Just the two of us watching the crowd letting it swirl around us, not bothering with it, or it bothering with us. Tara eventually turned to me, her voice soft and brittle, "Get right soon Shane. Do whatever it is you need to get there, but get there soon. There is something about you that calls to me, but I see more of the potential downside than the upside right now."

She got up from my lap and bent over kissing me lightly on the lips. "Fuck a million women, or see a shrink, or whatever, but do get yourself straight Shane. I want to get to know you but not yet. You aren't ready for that yet."

Nothing quite so sobering as having a beautiful woman tell you what you already knew, and using it as a weapon against you. I watched as she left her ass swaying tightly in her dress. As she left my sight, I finished my drink and stood. I walked by the entrance to the clubhouse and saw Alex coming out of it.

Her face was flush, nipples hard as she came out. "No bra?"

Alex blushed again and said, "No, actually, it didn't feel right to put one on after you took my first one away from me earlier."

"You are a good girl, aren't you?" I reached over and gave Alex a tweak of her right nipple as I left the pool area and headed back to my apartment. 



Libidinous Ch. 05



This is the fifth chapter of the Libidinous series. Please read the first four chapters before getting into this one. I do not anticipate getting back to this series any time soon, for I have many stories I want to write and need to set this aside while I get to the others.

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I woke Saturday morning the sun was just peeking over the eastern horizon. Stretching as I got out of bed, I contemplated whether I wanted to work out or not. I decided a trip to the weight room to get some treadmill time would indeed be in order. I had the feeling it would be a long day, Ben's party was tonight; if I did not show up, all hell would break loose.

That was exactly what I was thinking about doing; however, no showing.

After dressing, I went down to the apartment complex's weight room. Getting on the treadmill, I started slowly, warming up. Eventually, I worked my way up to a jog, plodding away until I worked up a nice sweat. I am not what you would call a graceful jogger. Despite the years of karate, the occasional work out, and absolute devotion to steam saunas, when I ran, I plodded along. Each step landing on the treadmill sounded like someone beating on a kettledrum in time with my stride. Struck by the contrast between my lumbering stride and at the fluid easy gait of Tara on the treadmill, I drudged through 30 minutes on the contraption. As I cooled off, sweat poured from me like Niagara Falls, soaking through my clothes so badly that it felt like I had run through a smelly vat of water.

After the thirty minutes of the dreadful din, I headed into the steam sauna. Cranking the time to 60 minutes, I lay down in my customary spot to relax. I discovered it was nice to have the place to myself; it was calm, woman free all until the ding of the timer. My heart was hammering away in my chest for a long time, jogging was not exactly something I did frequently. Eventually I settled down which allowed me to enter that semi-conscious dream state where time slows down considerably, and your senses heighten just enough that the condensation dripping from the ceiling of the wet sauna was as loud as a cloudburst unloading on a tin roof.  

I laid there thinking of what Tara had said about my not being ready for a commitment. I knew she was right. Hell I had said the same thing to Bianca and Ginny not an hour previous to her repeating it to me. Although I did not like it the least, I knew she was right. I had to get out of my marriage before it was even fair to anyone to think about a relationship. I also knew that my current wants and needs ran excessively lascivious about any chick I saw in general. 

Sighing, I left the steam room after the timer went off. I headed toward my apartment to shower, dress, and then face the day. After the shower, I fixed breakfast, which I took into the bedroom that I had converted to a home office. I ate while checking emails, websites, blogs and tweets to catch up a little. 

There was a PM from Sarah on the one website. Clicking on it showed a photo of Sarah kneeling naked. Head bowed down, legs spread wide apart. Sarah's hairless pussy was glistening; the labium was swollen, open wide, ready for a cock to invade her. I reacted predictably to the highly erotic photo. I sat there staring at her, focusing primarily between her legs. Sarah had that secretive little smile on her face again, or maybe still. Her arms wrapped around her back, thrusting her glorious tits forward.  One of my favorite positions. After all these years, she still knew it, and assumed the position naturally.

Grabbing my cell phone, I pulled up the texted photos that someone sent me of her pussy. I knew they were different vaginas, but verification is always good. I was surprised that there was a new text. It came in during the wee hours of the night. Two small hands were spreading the labium wide, allowing the photograph a good shot of the opening to her core. There was no commentary to this photo unlike the prior ones, but she was clearly excited.

Putting the phone aside, I turned back to the photo of Sarah. I cannot -will not- deny that seeing her made my heart beat a little harder. I sighed heavily, thinking that I was too damn old to be having all of these pubescent thoughts. All of the good times she and I had, flooded back into my memory like a flashflood. The first night at my apartment, making her beg at the door for forty minutes because she was 20 minutes late, started it all off. By the time I finished reliving that one particular event, my cock was quivering so badly that it was vibrating like a tuning fork in my boxers.

What the fuck, I decided. I typed a message back to her that merely read, address. I left the Inbox up for the website while I turned back to the phone and looked at the text message again. 

I looked at the sweet pussy pulled wide open, then I replied back, "Let's meet, tonight." I also gave her the address to the mall. It was a long shot, but after several texts of her pussy, I was dying to meet her. The phone was halfway to the desk when it began vibrating again. I opened the text, my mouth watered instantly. 

It was a close up of her clit. The lens could not have been more than a couple inches away from it when the photo was shot. You could see the pores of her labia, the slick glistening of her inner skin. It was incredible. The message that came with it was interesting. It read, "Are you willing to beg for it?"

I snorted in response, thinking of a reply. I settled for, "There are roughly 3.1 billion pussies to 2.9 Billion cocks. You beg!" I had no idea if I could get control of the situation this way or not, but I was going to either succeed, or push her away. Either case is a win, really.

I put the phone down. Leaning back in the chair, I pondered what I was going to do with my day until I decided whether I was going to Ben's tonight, or not. I got up and finished dressing in Dockers and a golf shirt. Might as well get a haircut, it would kill a little time, besides, I needed one anyway.

Arriving at the mall, I went into one of the salons, which got me put on a wait list for about forty minutes. Having some time to kill I wandered around the mall until I found the bookstore where I bought one novel, and three political books. I had plenty of crap at the apartment to read, just no time. Adding to the pile somehow did not make sense, yet I did it anyway. I suppose I could stop chasing so much pussy, but when you get down to it, I am a philogynist. Politics earned me a great living, but my love was for the female body, in all its wondrous shapes and sizes. I would much rather screw a woman than anything else. For that matter, doing anything in the presence of a woman was better than not. 

Especially if the woman involved is not your soon to be ex-wife. 

Sitting in the incredibly uncomfortable chair at the salon, I began reading one of the books. I became so engrossed in it that I did not hear her approaching me until she cleared her throat. I looked up and a cute woman stood before me. Her body was a near perfect hourglass; her hair was stylish, a little on the short side, and black as a raven. "Shane?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I am Apple; I will be your stylist today."

Before I could stop myself, and heard my voice playfully ask, "Tart, pie, or fresh off the tree?"

She giggled, and said, "Well, I would guess pie." She turned and started heading back into the depth of the salon and said over her shoulder, "Follow me."

My eyes stuck to her ass swaying as she sauntered along thinking, "Gladly." She had a tight trim body, no excessive fat anywhere. It appeared she had small pert tits, and I imagined that they fit well within each of my hands. My mind immediately came up with the analogy of apple sized breasts, and I barely stifled the moan at the mental pun.

She stopped at a chair and I sat feeling the back of her knuckles on my neck as she put the nylon apron over me. One hand on my shoulder, she ran the other hand through my hair, asking, "What am I doing with it today?"

I stifled the moan that threatened to rise and said, "Whatever you want, if anyone asks who did it, I will give them your name." 

Apple giggled again and tugged gently at my hair, "Oh the pressure," she quipped.

She grabbed a pair of scissors and began working on my hair after wetting it with a spray bottle. I asked, "Been here long?"

"No, just about a month, I was upstairs for a year before a spot opened here."

Haircuts can be one of the most sensual acts in the world. Two people in close proximity for twenty to thirty minutes; in my mind, it could only be better if both parties were naked through the process. Body parts always seemed to press against you while in the chair, and I can never help imagining what could happen. I guess you could call it a fantasy of mine to have a hair stylist seduce me while she was cutting my hair.

"More money here?" I asked eyes half closed.

She stopped cutting for a second and our eyes met in the mirror, a playful glint shone in her caramel eyes as she quipped, "That, and far fewer lecherous old men here."

Undaunted, I grinned and retorted, "Good, that means I am a change of pace."

She smiled wanly and squeezed my shoulder slightly, "Yeah, I guess so."

I lay off the edgy flirting during the rest of the haircut, keeping the repartee playful and only slightly flirtatious. As she finished, Apple asked, "Do you want me to wash your hair for you?"

I eagerly nodded, "My favorite part of the haircut."

She laughed, and said, "Figures."

I sat in the chair as she lowered my head to the sink, "Hot, warm, or cold water."

"As hot as you can stand it," I said.

She turned the water on adjusting it, then took my hand and raised it to the sink, her fingers intertwined with mine. She sprayed our hands and asked, "Hot enough?"

Her hand was warm and dry, a soft touch that was sending a lightning storm of electricity up my arm and into my torso. "If it is good for you, then yes." I looked up into her eyes as our hands stayed under the water a moment or two longer than necessary. She pulled our hands out of the water and placed my hand on the armrest, patting it softly.

I closed my eyes as she lathered up my scalp and began massaging the shampoo in. She was standing at a strange angle it seemed. I opened my eyes to see her right breast right above my mouth, so close that if she were not wearing a bra her nipple would be in my mouth. I resisted the temptation to clamp my mouth over it and looked up at her eyes, which were staring at me.  Her hips cantered in such a way the swell pressed against my wrist; it would be easy and not unexplainable for me to grope her, to get a feel of that beautiful ass from between her legs.

An intense fire shone in her eyes as she rinsed my hair and began washing it a second time, all the while never breaking eye contact. She whispered, "Is this where you ask me out for drinks?"

I decided, what the fuck, and turned my head slightly and kissed her on the side of her tit, her hard nipple pressing against my cheek through two layers of clothing. I heard a small little gasp as her eyes widened then flitted around the room to see if anyone had caught it. As her attention was pulled somewhere else I craned my wrist back so I could cup her ass. She felt the move dancing out of the way while hissing, "You are sooo bad!"

I smiled up at her saying, "No, I am very, very good."

She stopped shampooing me a moment and looked down, "I bet you are." Her voice was low and husky.

"Do you work tomorrow?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yes, noon to six."

"I'll be on the bench in front of the salon at 6:10 then."

"I will need to change," she said.

"Let's worry about that tomorrow night. Bring a change of clothes with you."

She nodded her head and said, "Okay."

Apple dried my hair and brushed it until it shined. Her body was pressing against me every opportunity she had. I seriously considered throwing her over my shoulder for an afternoon of fun in the sun.

As it was, we walked to the counter and she squeezed my arm slightly, "Tomorrow at 6:00"

I nodded then paid for the haircut leaving a normal sized tip, suddenly leaving a large tip seemed not quite right anymore. Images of her and the smallest touch of my mouth to her tit filled my mind as I grabbed the books I had bought and strode through the mall heading out. I need some time to myself, a chance to breathe.

I suddenly felt harried and spread thin. I knew I had pulled the trigger on that all by myself, but there it was. Just too many fucking women, not enough time, and I did not have to prioritize them per se, but I knew if I were to keep my sanity, I would have to do just that. Tonight I knew was only going to add to that overwhelmed feeling.

I went to a park, sitting on a bench with the same book I started earlier on my lap. I decided I was going to finish it before I left the park, regardless of what may come. Fortunately or not, I read very quickly, it would only take a couple of hours to read the book cover to cover. 

I did not look up, barely moved as the hot sun beat down on me. I flipped the pages in regular short intervals. Finishing the book, I set it aside thinking about it for a few minutes, digesting it. Picking it up I headed back to the car and looked at my phone, three calls from Ben and two from his wife. Of course, there were only two messages, each from Christine. The gist of the messages was that if I no-showed, not only would she send the goons after me, she would do unspeakable things to me the next time I saw her. 

I laughed and considered what I wanted to do.

I had made Ginny and Bianca cancel their plans tonight to take them to the party, and I knew Ben really, really wanted me there for some reason. I could not think of a reason not to go that sounded plausible to me. With the decision to procrastinate more made, I headed back to the car and drove to the apartment. 

Arriving, I let myself into the apartment then poured myself a drink. Turning on some classical music, I stood on the patio a few minutes watching everyone in the pool area. A handful of beauties were lying on the farther side, soaking the sun's rays. Kids in the shallow end of the pool were splashing each other and passersby that got too close. 

My mind wandered back to Ginny and Bianca. Thinking of how beautiful they looked on their knees yesterday before the party as they gave themselves to me. I realized I had never formally answered them, in either acceptance or refusal. 

Maybe tonight would be what I need to make up my mind. Accepting them was a commitment, and one I was unsure I wanted to make. Perhaps seeing how they react at Ben's soiree would give me an indicator. I was not terribly happy that they abandoned me last night, but sometimes we all get distracted. Two nights in a row though, would be more indicative that they were seeking thrills and not someone to obey.

Mind made up, I entered the apartment to shower again. I dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, foregoing the tie before heading downstairs to see the girls. 

Bianca was on the phone crying when I walked into their apartment. Her eyes were red and puffy, she apparently had been crying for quite some time. "L-l-look, I will call you back," she said into the phone. She listened a moment and said in a rush, "Yes, I understand what you said; I said I will call you back. I'm sorry, but I have to go now."

She hung up the phone then rushed to me, falling into my arms a sob coming from her throat. "What is it?" I asked.

"H-He won't let me out of the date tonight. He says if I break the date, he is breaking up with me."

I held her against me and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Her cries started again in earnest. She clutched to me, sobbing and shook her head, "I-I-I don't know."

"I didn't put you in the corner, Bianca," I whispered to the top of her head. "But I won't let you out either. You must decide, Jeff is forcing you to pick him, or me."

"I don't know what to do," she wailed into my chest.

Disengaging myself from her, I held her at arm's length staring into her eyes. "Only you can make that decision."

I could see the fear in her eyes, as I said, "I can promise you nothing, Bianca. I am sorry that is the truth of it, but I won't lie and say anything other."

Her head dropped as she whispered, "I can't leave him on a maybe."

"I know," I said. Turning, I let myself out of the apartment and headed back upstairs. Part of my mind whispered in something akin to relief, "One down."

I mentally scolded myself for being so insensitive, but by the time I made it up the flight of stairs, I was done. 

The cell phone buzzed as I let myself in. It was my unidentified pussy again. I scanned the message which said, "I cant, nt 2nite." 

I responded, 'You haven't begged yet."

She responded almost immediately, "Hrd 2 beg by txt."

I smiled, as I typed, 'That has not stopped you from showing me your excitement'.

After a couple of minutes with no response, I holstered the phone. The door opened and closed. Ginny stepped in and whispered, "Hi."

I looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

She started crying softly as she said, "Bianca is going out with Jeff tonight."

I nodded and said, "I know."

Her voice was frail and plaintive as she cried out, "But what does that mean for the three of us?"

"There is no three of us, Ginny. I won't play second fiddle to any man." I walked over to her hugging her gently as I said; "Now you have to figure out what you want. Do you want to really give yourself to me, and try to fit her in? Do you want to go back to what you had a week ago?"

Her shoulders shook as she whispered, "I don't know, sir. I really don't."

I nodded saying, "Take tonight and think about it, let me know tomorrow or the next day."

"I don't want to let go of you, sir." She whispered between sobs.

Raising her face to look at me, I said softly, "Ginny, I can't promise you anything longterm, more than a night or two at best. To say otherwise would be a lie, and I will never lie to you."

Ginny left. I stood there a moment looking at the door knowing that letting the two of them go was the right decision. Cold comfort, I thought; but the reality of the situation was such that I could not commit. Tara had been right; I need to get it out of my system first.

I showered then dressed to go to Ben's. Though, truth be told, the last thing I wanted was to go to a party. I drove over halfheartedly.  There would be no way to avoid it at this point other than by being rude and not showing or calling. Ben was the oldest and dearest friends I had, that was not really an option, even though he would forgive me soon enough.

I arrived about 9:30. Stepping into the house, I saw a gorgeous flaxen haired woman on her knees just inside the doorway. She was wearing a Catholic school skirt with white blouse, from the engorged state of her nipples it was easy to tell that she was braless. Her voice was full of heated passion as she said, "My Master bids you to use me as you see fit."

"Thank your Master for me, but I shall pass on his offer."

The shock was evident in her eyes as her mouth gaped open. I walked past her into the main livingroom to see fifteen couples and perhaps ten singles. Virtually everyone had a drink in his or her hands and some were in various stages of undress. I heard Ben roar my name as he came up and gave me a bear hug.

"Shane, I am glad you are here, we have a surprise for you." His teeth flashed white from between his moustache and beard.

"Oh? What is that?"

"Now, if I told you, it would not be a surprise, now would it?"