0 comments/ 21598 views/ 2 favorites Elena By: Imaginative1 Elena got up from the edge of the motel room bed and walked to the window to look down on the street. There was her daughter joining her girlfriends and several boys, laughing and giggling as they walked away. This was supposed to be a fun vacation for the two of them, at a surf Festival where her daughter was a competitor. But Elena felt bored, ignored and now humiliated and hurt. Elena was very mad. Her daughter had just said some very mean things to her. It had all started when her daughter had shortened her denim miniskirt far too short for a girl of 18. And the blouse was too tight and showed to much cleavage. Elena had told her "Change your clothes and put on something decent." Her daughter had screamed back at her "Just because your an old hag and no one wants to look at you doesn't mean that I shouldn't look sexy." Elena knew that her daughter was only striking out but that didn't take the sting out her words. Especially since Elena actually thought her daughter was probably right. She didn't feel sexy. After all her husband hadn't had sex with her in over a year. It wasn't her fault. She actually had a better body now than when she got married 20 years ago. Over the last 6 months she had worked out in the gym four days a week and ran 20 miles a week. But as she turned from the window she caught her reflection in the mirror on the motel wall. Her daughter was right, nobody would look at her. The baggy sweats and lack of makeup certainly wouldn't draw any attention. She moved slowly toward the mirror and looked at her face. She could see that she was still pretty but it was like it was in hiding. She undid her perpetual ponytail and ran her fingers through her hair as it dropped to her shoulders; it was thick, wavy and light brown. She turned her face from side to side, her hair swayed seductively. She pulled up the sweatshirt over her head. Then did the same with the baggy T-shirt and the over sized tank top underneath. She pushed her sweatpants to the floor and stepped out of them. She twisted her body from side to side. Her body was trim, firm but wearing the grandma style panties and the support bra she didn't look like a woman of 38, she looked more like her sexless mother. Little tears formed in her eyes. And as she started to cry her eyes focused on the open suitcase in front of her. Her daughter had brought more clothes than she could possibly wear for the weekend, and had already changed outfit's three or four times. Each outfit had been more revealing than the other. Elena reached out and touched the short Levi skirt, pulling towards her. She held it up against her hips and realized that it would fit her. And then as if someone else's hands were doing the work she quickly went through the suitcase pulling out a small tank top, a pair of thong panties and a sexy thin lace bra. She quickly slipped them on. She brushed her hair, applied makeup to her face and eyes and then slipped on a pair of three inches high cork sandals. Now as she looked in the mirror facing her was an incredibly sexy attractive woman. The skirt was tight and very short, she had left the top 3 buttons and the bottom 3 buttons of the tank top undone revealing magnificent cleavage and tight toned abs. She was amazed at the transformation. Elena grabbed her purse and walked quickly to the door before she could change her mind. She stepped out locking the door behind her and nervously walked down the hall. She got in the empty elevator and descended to the lobby. The doors opened and she hesitated for a moment thinking of running back upstairs. The elevator jumped and she suddenly stepped out of the elevator into the lobby. No one noticed her immediately. But as she started walking across the lobby with the click of the sandals several men turned in that moment and stared at her. She held her breath walking straight and steady through the doors and onto the street outside. As she turned left and walked down the street she heard the doorman whistle under his breath. And her heart soared and finally she took a breath. Two blocks towards the beach she decided to go into the La Paz Grille. She had seen that it was a bar and nightclub on the first night they had walked around town. The lights were dim in the bar and it was pretty full. She went straight to the bar, found a stool and ordered a Margarita. She was shaking slightly as she had a couple of sips. Then a man slid next to her flashing a great smile. "Would the most beautiful woman in La Paz dance with me?" She blushed, took a big swallow and said "Yes." She hadn't danced in 10 years but she had always loved it. The first couple of songs were fast and she was really enjoying herself. As the dance floor was getting more crowded she found the music had shifted to a more pounding and driving beat. People were bumping into each other and forced to be very close to each other. As she danced she looked around and saw many of the couples moving very sexually, their bodies swaying together and in some cases wrapped completely against each other. She closed her eyes and began letting her body move more suggestively. At the same time she could feel the heat of his body near her. Then his hands began sliding gently on her. She kept her eyes closed and just kept moving. Before to long she felt him against her. She hadn't felt this good, this sexy in a long time and didn't want the feeling to go away. The music stopped and a slow song came on. As the music started to play he pulled her towards him. Her back was against his chest and his hand on her bare abdomen. She still had her eyes closed as she swayed to the music, and then she realized that she could feel his erection against her ass. He spun her around and pulled her back into him again only this time his leg slid between her legs. She opened her eyes and could see all the other couples locked in equally sensuous embraces. She slipped her arms around his neck and his hand slipped from her back down to her ass pulling her closer. Now she couldn't help but feel his erection pressing hard against her. She suddenly realized that his other hand was pressing against her breast and his fingers squeezed her right nipple. She shuddered, she knew she had to stop, but not just yet. Her breath quickened and she could feel that singular throbbing pressure between her thighs. Gently he began to pull her hips up and down on his thigh. She knew she was really getting turned on and she had to stop soon or she wouldn't be able to stop at all. She could feel that almost forgotten tingle between her legs, the gradually building heat and now the moistness in her pussy. Just as she was about to stop and make a break for it he leaned down to gently kiss her ear. His tongue teased her ear and then he took her earlobe between his lips. The little hairs on the back of her neck stood up, both of her nipples wet hard as a rock and her pussy was soaking wet. The lights dimmed and now his hand slipped into her blouse and he was cupping her breast and nipple. She looked up at him and then pulled herself up, placing her mouth on his. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and she knew there was no way she was going to stop, she couldn't, she needed this more than she ever needed anything. She didn't care what anyone saw. She only cared how she felt at this certain moment. The hunger was overtaking her and then she heard the crowd clapping rhythmically to the beat of the music, to the rhythm of her hips pressing against his. The clapping and chanting became more urgent as he bent her over backwards. She found herself lying on a table. He quickly slid his hand under her skirt and slipped her thong off just as his fingers begin to explore her. His mouth was running down her neck, kissing her exposed breasts, her nipples being teased between his teeth and tongue. And then just as she was about to scream with delight she felt his large rigid dick press into her hot wet pussy. It was as if it was a dream, this couldn't be happening to her. Right there in the middle of the dance floor she was having the most amazing sex of her life. Then just as the first of several pounding orgasms thrilled her body and she cried out in ecstasy she realized her daughter was wrong, people really did want to look at her, a lot of people wanted to look her and the waves of pleasure rolled over her body as she felt him cum deep inside her. Elena Elena had started pretending to be other people when she was five. At first, it was princesses and fairies. As she grew older, it became Russian heiresses and Turkish harem. She did it to escape the boring life she had always known – the balls, the rounds in the park, shopping for ribbons and husbands. Very few of people knew of her hobby – her maid, Annabelle, and her man, Dalziel. While both were very protective of her, they knew they had no hold on her, no way to make her stay when she hatched a plan. When Elena's sister Elizabeth went missing, Elena put on a concerned, but passive front to her family and friends. She spoke to the guard, and then retreated back to her room to solace and to worry. But of course, that's not what really happened behind closed doors. She impersonated everyone from a footman to a duchess to a beggar, trying to gain information. At last, she found a trail of clues, leading to Scotland, where she believed a man held her sister in the attempt to keep Elizabeth's marriage to the Duke of Brunswick from fruition. Such a marriage would be beneficial to both families, and an heir would seal the duke's line. After several failed attempts to find someone to escort and protect her on the journey to Scotland, she came up with one of her schemes. While no gentleman could even offer to escort a single, attractive, unworldly female across the country, either she had to seek out a man that wasn't a gentleman, or she had to become someone other than herself. She would fine a man who had no care for laws and what was done, and she would also become someone else. She would become a widow, someone unattractive, aging, and in no need for delicate care. ----------------------------- "Get up, man! Move your feet!" Kaden could hear the shouts around him, and he shook his head to clear the fog. Opening his eyes, he saw the two cloaked men, and the matching glints off the knives they held before them. He struggled to his feet, staggered, and squared his shoulders for battle. He inwardly cringed, hearing his thought of "battle", realizing that this was all the battle that was left. These ruffians, unpolished in their fight and weapons, were now the only threat to the crown, and to him. He charged forward, surprising the smaller of the two. In the moment of surprise, Kaden thrust his shoulder under the much lower arm of the attacker, hearing the satisfying clink as the knife fell to the ground. One more uppercut, and the cloaked man fell to the cobblestones with a thud. Kaden faced the remaining man. While his face was still cloaked in darkness, he could see the sallow skin, and a recent gash across the man's chin. He picked up the fallen knife, and the two starting circling each other. He heard the rustle of clothing behind them, heard murmurs and knew they had an audience. He waited until the man tensed, preparing to strike, and then ducked and thrust. He felt his knife hit home and knew the fight was over. He cleaned the knife off on his now dirty overcoat and shouldered his way through the crowd. He felt a tug at his arm and turned, rising his arm in protection. Although it was too dark to tell for sure, he saw an older woman, gray streaks in her hair. She motioned for him to join her out of the crowd. He followed, more out of curiosity than anything. When she stopped and turned into the streetlight, he observed her silently. The telltale gray put her age at late forties, early fifties, but Kaden knew all too well that sometimes life aged people before their time. He took in her pale, age spotted skin, wrinkles lining her forehead and mouth. Her lips were bloodless, almost as if the life had been sucked out of her. Her body was mostly covered by a large brown cloak, but he saw stooped shoulders, no chest to speak of, and everything about her seemed to wring true of someone that had had life thrust upon them, over and over. "I would like to make a proposition to you, sir. I am in need of someone to escort me to Scotland, to the area of Tarlien. I believe my daughter is being held captive there and I will need protection to get to her. I can offer you in compensation the wedding trousseau she was to have had provided to her by her fiancé." The old woman spoke with a rough growl to her voice. He should not have been surprised. There was no beauty left in this woman. He found himself wondering at the life she had led. He began to turn away, when she again grabbed his arm. "Please, sir. At least take a moment to consider it. I will offer you all that I have, in exchange only for your company." The lantern from a passing guard lit up the side of her face where the street lamp had not. He sucked in a breath, as eyes the color of violet fire looked up at him in earnest. If eyes were the window to the soul, he thought as he chuckled to himself, her soul was a treasure indeed. He felt the tremble of her hand, the yearning in her eyes, and sighed. Any other night he might have refused, but tonight, caught up in the boredom of the gentry and the never ending request to attend balls and tea times, he found himself agreeing. ----------------------------- Elena had to keep reminding herself to slouch. Raised with perfect posture, it was hard to change a lifetime of habit. She glanced to her side through her eyelashes and viewed her present company. He was large, very large – but then, that was why she chose him. She needed someone intimidating, someone that at the mere look of him, others would flee. He certainly had that. His green eyes pierced through to one's soul it seemed, his dark features cloaked in mystery and pain. He had beautiful dark hair, cut shorter than what was currently in fashion. The wave to it lent him a bit of carefree arrogance, the only thing soft on his person. He had thick dark lashes, tan skin, sharp cheekbones, and a strong jaw. His neck was as thick as both of her arms. His shoulders were the most impressive thing about him. They seemed to take up the whole carriage, forcing her into the smallest corner so she wouldn't unnecessarily brush up against him. He was obviously physically fit, and had an aura of danger. She looked back down at her hands, in a moment of vanity, wishing he found her attractive. Kaden saw her rubbing her hands together, and wondered if she was cold. He was continually hot, a curse of his hot blood, said his mother. He saw her hover closer to the far side of the carriage, clearly shrinking away from him. He inwardly sighed. He knew his size was intimidating, and it didn't help that he had a wicked temper and a curse of bad luck for finding himself in the middle of fights. Most men were afraid of him, and while women tended to find his size tempting instead of frightening, he knew not all the women were the same. "What is your daughter like?" His voice cracked into the silence like a whip. He saw her flinch, cursed himself for not easing into it. "Elizabeth is...life itself. She is warm and kind and beautiful. Everyone has always loved her. She has golden hair and blue eyes that rival the streams. Even as a child, she was always trying to love and aid her kinfolk, and strangers. That is what I fear lured her into this man's trap. She was always very trusting. If someone had asked for her help, she would've went to them." Elena's voice trembled, and she fought to gain composure. "Were you not with her when she was taken?" Elena fought not to defend herself at the accusation, saying, "While we were inseparable at one time, she was newly affianced. She spent lots of time in town, with her other married friends, and her fiancé. It was impossible for us to spend every minute together. She was leaving her friend's townhome in Sussex on her way to the Duke of Brunswick's home when she was taken. That is her fiancé." Kaden thought over her comments for a moment. It was entirely possible someone had the intention of ransom since the Duke of Brunswick lacked for no need of funds. It was also possible someone thought to prevent a union, and thus, an heir to the Duke as well. The third notion, that this was just a grab and toss...Kaden tried to keep that to himself for the time being. No need to upset the chit's mother unnecessarily. "Tell me then about how she was taken, how she was raised, everything I need to know to help." He tilted his head towards Elena, clearly intent on listening. She was surprised. She had planned to endure the trip in silence, and had never had any intention to ask for his aid. She warmed a little towards the brute, appreciating his humanity, if only for a short time. For the next few hours, they spoke about everything – the way that Elizabeth grew up, her family and friends, and about Elena. Well, not the real Elena. Elena the widow that had loved and lost a few years ago and was now a broken, bitter woman. They spoke about Kaden as well. Elena thought perhaps he wanted her to feel at ease with him, sharing some boyhood memories, some fond memories of his parents before their passing. They shared a laugh over his adventures (usually disasters), and she lower her eyes in sympathy as he spoke about his parents. When the coach rolled to a stop on the border, Kaden was surprised. He generally was not a very good talker. He did not like to share his details with another; that left him weak and vulnerable. This widow, Elena she had told him, was perhaps the only person since before he left for war that he had felt comfortable with. He felt like he could trust her, that she was someone of good intent and wisdom. They changed horse and carriage to continue the next three day journey across the barren land. He eyed the horseflesh and decided on two spirited bays that looked hardy and well-fed. The carriage rolled on. ----------------------------- Kaden woke to a gentle snoring in his ear. He looked out under his lashes and saw Elena resting her head against his shoulder. With her face relaxed, she looked almost youthful. The lines on her forehead and around her mouth looked almost foreign. She must have been very beautiful, he mused. Picturing her with thick brown hair and those haunting eyes, she would've been the hit at any ball. Perhaps he might have even asked to court her a few years ago. Her eyelids fluttered and he feigned sleep. He felt her jerk and then felt the cool air on his shoulder as she left him. In her movement, he smelled a sweet, flowery smell and smiled. She may not be easy on the eyes anymore, but with his eyes shut, and her smell in the air, he could think of her in the way that only a man thinks about an attractive woman. The carriage shifted, and jerked, and then stilled. Kaden put his arm out to stop Elena from sitting up. There was another creak, and groan, and then an odd rocking motion. Kaden rose to the door and tried to push it open. It only opened a crack, but water flowed into the coach. He looked to Elena, knew she saw it. She must've been frightened, but her eyes met his and she waited for his command. Kaden saw that look, and felt the stitch of approval in his chest. He took the cane laying by the door and began to pound on the ceiling. After cracking a couple boards, and seeing no water come in, he began to demolish the whole ceiling of the carriage. When he could see the dark sky, he grabbed for Elena. She reached up, planting her arms on both sides of the openings. He heaved up on her thighs, hoping she could gain purchase. She did, and tugged herself out of the opening. He grunted in appreciation for the strength she clearly had left. When her face peered back in, he motioned for her to get out of the way, and then launched himself up and out as well. They both sat on the roof of the carriage and took in the stormy waters, the darkness, and the distance to shore. He asked if she could swim, and she jerked her head yes. He grabbed for her hand, felt hers clench around his, and then they both jumped into the chilled waters. Elena gasped for breath, rising to the surface. They had lost each other's grip and she looked frantically around for Kaden, When she saw his dark head bob out of the water, she let out a yell and started to stroke for the shore. They both reached it at the same time, and he hauled himself out first. He grabbed her arms and tugged her up until they were both heaving and sopping wet on the shore, like fish. Kaden felt for Elena's hand and squeezed it tight. He felt a weak squeeze in return. She must be worn out for the jump out of the carriage and the swim to shore. Even in his condition, he was still out of breath. He could only imagine the strain on her muscles now. He shakingly stood, helping her stand as well. Once up, he saw her shoulders drop and her heavy breathing. He murmured something about making camp, and headed out to collect wood and food. ----------------------------- Elena awoke to the crackle of a fire and warmth against her face. A blanket covered her hair and most of her face and body. "I managed to salvage a few things from the carriage before it went under. We've some food and blankets, but that's about it." Kaden rose from his crouch at the campfire and handed her a mug. In the exchange his hand brushed against hers, and he caressed her skin briefly. He saw her flinch and retreat into her blankets, and cursed himself for scaring her. Clearly, she believe it to be inappropriate, and it was. Elena shivered in her blanket, angry at herself for forgetting who she was and who he was. If her face was shown, no doubt the worry lines she'd spent so much time putting on her face with a makeup pencil were washed off by now. He would see she was lying, just when they had some semblance of trust between them. She had to be more careful. "We'll need to bunk down out here for the night, and probably the next few nights on the ground. I suggest we stay close to stay warm and safe, but that's up to you." Kaden stood, uncertain of how close to get. "I'm old, not stupid. Do whatever you think is best, and I will trust your judgment." Elena replied, wrapping herself in her bedroll. He laid his close, but with a foot or so of distance. He looked into the woods, and around them, and then nodded. This should be good enough. Close enough where he could grab her if necessary, far enough that he wouldn't pull her close at night. He laid down, listening to her breathing until it became a steady cadence, and then let himself drift off as well. ----------------------------- Kaden woke with a jerk, his senses alert to any noises. It was still dark outside, the sun not yet risen. His arm was asleep, and he tried to shift to relieve it. When he became aware of his body, he realized that he pressed against Elena in sleep. His arm was wrapped around her, under her ribcage, below her breasts, and under her body. Her legs were snuggled up against his, her backside pressed against his hardness. Her arm clutched his, her other hand entwined with his underneath her head. He shifted against her, trying to rise her to remove his arm, and groaned at the sensation against his manhood. Clearly, he'd been way too long without a woman. He tugged his arm free, and his arm drifted against her chest. He bit back a wave of disappointment, having always liked an armful of woman to hold. Elena was not blessed that way. Still, he could not deny that he was attracted to this older woman. He had never been that way before, but Elena was different. She was smart, funny, and wise beyond even her years. The love she felt for her daughter was real, and he admired her strength and courage. ----------------------------- Kaden and Elena awoke with alarm at the same time. The hoofbeats around their head, the flurry of horseflesh and men, alerting them to the danger they were in the middle of. Kaden was lifted to his feet, his arms behind his back. He got one powerful hit in, and then felt the rope cinch around his wrists. He snarled at the men that held him, and the one standing, wiping the blood from his nose. "Lucky shot. Too bad there will not be another." The ground crunched beneath his feet as he moved behind Kaden to Elena. "Ah, and what have we here? Gentlemen, I believe we've caught ourselves an angel fish!" The men laughed, and Kaden struggled against his bonds. "This is not the woman we've been searching for, but what say we...try her out?" The men cheered, and Kaden snarled, "Don't even try it." "Hmmm....", the leader walked around to look at Kaden, "so we've got ourselves a protector, do we? I think we should shut him up for the time being." He was hit twice and felt dizzying pain on the left side of his head. He felt something cool and wet trickle down his ear. He collapsed on the ground, silent in his agony. He heard a woman's cry, and tried to pick up his head to look at Elena. "Now, my dear, I think you are wearing entirely too many clothes. Broden?" Elena felt sick as she realized what was going to happen. She threw a glance over to Kaden, saw the blood dripping out of his ear, and his head resting on the ground. She struggled, managed to get one arm free before she felt the backhand against her cheek. She gasped in pain, and willed her vision to stop swimming. She felt hands on her cloak, cool air touch her face and neck. She heard a rip, and felt the ugly drab gown being stripped off her cold body, felt the loosen of the special-made corset that allowed her to appear flat chested. She shivered, disgusted and embarrassed. Kaden heard the gasps, and willed Elena to be strong. She was still a beautiful woman, even if these men could not see it through her aging body. He rose and lashed out at the first man he grabbed. He felled that man with one swing. In his rage, he didn't see the next man come at him from the left side. His fist plowed into the same spot, and Kaden saw spots. "She is...something...isn't she, Giant? Though I do not see why you have been hiding her. Her beauty should be shared, no?" Kaden reared up, angered at the man's veiled sarcastic comments towards Elena. He thundered, "I will not share her with any man. She is MINE." Elena gasped, touched. Never had she had any man overlook her outwardly foibles and care for her as a woman in this costume. She looked in the mirror every day, knew that no man would find her comely dressed as she was. She saw him sag once then, and straighten, knew his strength was waning. "He is very possessive you see. Never wants me to have any...fun." On the last word, she put heat into her eyes and a come-hither look on her face. The leader walked right into the trap, dropping Kaden's head and walking towards her. Kaden flinched at the words, realizing something was not right. Either she had walked him into a trap, or there was something he wasn't understanding. He looked up to her, hoping to read in her face the answer. What he saw was....breathtaking. She was backlit from the rising sun, and he'd never been so certain anyone was an angel. Her hair was dark and full, the sun highlighting deep red streaks the color of cherry wood. Gone were the wrinkles and gray hair. Her forehead was smooth, her coloring less pale and more golden. Her eyes were still violet fire, the lashes thick and dark. Her cheekbones were high and pink. Her lips were no longer bloodless, but a deep full red. Her chemise was thin, with pink laces, practically seethrough. He could see her golden shoulders, his gaze sharpening on the full bosom that had always been restrained. She seemed taller, definitely tall for a woman, with long smooth legs and trim ankles. Her feet were bare, and he had the crazy urge to warm them. Kaden had to remind himself to swallow and shut his gaping mouth. This was the true Elena. Why she had been pretending, he had no idea. Never had he been so glad for the cleansing nature of water, revealing what she really was. His eyes rose to hers, and he saw the intensity. He saw her gaze tighten, and then drop to the ground. She had lied to him, that was true. But he could see why she had done so. Clearly, looking like her was a danger to her and to those around her. He willed strength into her, tried to think. His gaze returned to her, this time seeing the male hand that was caressing her shoulder like he craved to do. Elena The two men holding her began to rub and carress her through her thin shift. She closed her eyes, willing them to stop. When she felt a hand pinch hard at her nipple, she cried out and opened to her eyes to see Kaden struggling against his bonds like a bull. She had to complete her plan. Elena smiled, leaning into the hand, throwing her head back in pleasure. She felt a tear at her shoulder, and the cool air touch her nipple. She opened her eyes, and looked to the leader. She caught his eyes, trailed them down his body. She licked her lips when she got to his crotch, willing him to come over. He groaned and then hastened over. She felt his lips at her throat, hands pulling at her nipples. The hands trailed down to the hem of her chemise, and she caught her breath when she felt his hands on her thighs. He thought it was in pleasure and gave a cruel laugh. His hands rose to the apex of her thighs, and she struggled to still herself. She felt his fingertip trace her womanhood, and wanted to cry. When she felt a finger enter her, she couldn't stop the shaking. She fought back a tear, and thought of Kaden. He really was a beautiful man. Any woman would be lucky to have a man like that to fight for her, to want her. The finger began to pump in and out of her, and she trembled. This did not feel right, it wasn't supposed to be like this. He muttered something about wetness and then dropped to his knees. She felt something wet touch her between her legs and fought back a gag. He placed his mouth right next to her womanhood and suckled. When his tongue reached it's target, her knee rose hard and she heard him thud to the ground. She pushed one man off with her shoulder and the next she kneed in his groin. While they were on the ground, she ran over to Kaden and rushed to untie him. She was just releasing the last cord when the first man came at them. Kaden roared and thrust him to the ground, finishing off the other two in minutes. Elena opened her eyes to three dead men on the ground, and Kaden heaving in air, standing before her. She hesitated, not sure where to start. "Stop." Kaden ordered quietly. He stood before her, lifting her chin until she had to meet his eyes. She read all she needed to in his eyes – approval, fear, and care. She knew that he understood why she had done what she did. She felt his finger carress the line of her cheek, and raised her mouth to his. At the first touch, she felt sparks, heard him groan. He moved his lips against hers slowly, testing. When she grabbed his shoulders to pull him against her, it was as if he unleashed hell. He became aggressive, demanding. He yanked her against him, molded her body to his. She could feel every muscle, every bone of his body. She gasped in a fevered breath, felt his tongue enter her mouth and stroke against her. She moaned and fought back. She felt his hands run the length of her body, stroke her hair, the bones in her neck, and then rest on the tops of her breasts. He pulled down the chemise where it had torn, so that it sagged to her waste. His breath hitched, and she fought the urge to stretch against him. When she felt his mouth on her nipples, she let out a scream and her mouth latched onto his bent neck. Her fingers ran through his soft hair, grabbing and pulling. His hands pushed up the bunched chemise at her thighs, and he tore it off in one pull. She shivered, reaching to take off his clothes. When they were both naked, he laid her down on top of the blanket. He looked into her eyes, giving her the chance to back away. She hooked her legs on the back of his and pulled him firmly down. He smiled at her spirit, and bit her shoulder gently. He felt her shudder, and placed his hands on her knees. His hands stroked up to the apex of her thighs, and she moaned for him to continue. When she felt the first brush of his hands against her, she jumped. She sucked at his mouth, breathlessly begging him for release. She felt his finger slide into her and she shook in pleasure. Each time in finger slid in, he rubbed her clit with his thumb. It took only minutes for her to being the age-old shaking. She saw stars, and clenched around his hand. When she opened her eyes, he was on his back looking up, his arm around her shoulders as a pillow. She leaned against him, pressing her breasts on his arm, her legs entangling with his. His breath hissed in, and she stroked his abdomen. "Stop this, or I won't be able to stop for you." Kaden warned, trying to move away from her hand. Elena stroked down his abdomen, cupping his hardness in her hand. He stiffened, and his hand went to her lower back. "If you stop, I will kill you." Kaden chuckled at her response, pressing against her back to move her closer against him. He felt her fingers clench around him, and it was pure torture. He felt her fingertips dance against his length, a teasing agony that left him writhing for release. He reached for her hair, but only grasped air. He looked up in alarm, getting to see Elena poised above his cock, her cherry mouth circled around him. He tried to shift away, to warn her, but he felt her wet mouth drift down his staff and couldn't do anything but try to breathe. That she was an innocent, and wanted to taste him, drove him crazy. He had never been so turned on in his life. He felt her lips tighten around him, and suck as she rose up, and back down, each time tamping down on his impending orgasm. When she rose up, he finally caught his breath and gave her a lecturing look. She smiled temptingly and he kissed the corner of her mouth. He felt her thighs settle around him and rest against his manhood. He knew he should warn her, but didn't want her to tense up. He lifted his thighs and entered her. She gasped, her body tightening for a moment, and then he felt her relax down onto his cock. He whispered to her, making sure she was alright, and she just wiggled and moaned her pleasure. He smiled, thanking his lucky stars he had found a woman like her. He lifted her waist, feeling her surprise, and then brought her down against him. They groaned simultaneously, and she caught up the rhythm. He felt her breasts brush against his chest with each thrust, and squeezed her rear end. She squealed, and settled down against him hard. His whole body tightened, and he decided he had had enough. He flipped her onto her back, and thrust into her in one stroke. She cried out in pleasure and brought his mouth down to hers. She begged for release, and in a few more strokes, she began to clench around him. His mouth latched onto her breasts and she cried out, and lost it. When he felt her tighten around him, he couldn't hold on any longer. They groaned in identical agony and pleasure, and drifted to sleep. ----------------------------- TO BE CONTINUED. Elena Elena - cum a inceput totul .............................. Partea asta nu include prea mult sex, intrucat se refera la maniera in care am cunoscut-o pe Elena ...................................... Ma uit la ceas si constat ca Sorin a intarziat - ne-am terminat, relativ recent, serviciul militar si nu avem obiceiul sa nu fim punctuali... Stabiliseram sa mergem la o bere. Nu apuc sa ma agit prea tare, ca-l vad pe Sorin traversand bulevardul... Duce in mana o sacosa de plastic, cu ceva cumparaturi... In sfarsit, ne salutam. - Scuze de intarziere, insa m-a rugat sor-mea sa-i cumpar niste chestii - are nu stiu ce la cuptor si trebuie sa stea si sa supravegheze... - Bun, e-n regula! Si acum? - Sper ca nu te deranjeaza daca mergem mai intai pe la mine ca sa-i las chestiile astea sora-mi... - Nici o problema! Hai! Cum apartamentul este situat destul de aproape de locul unde ne-am dat intalnirea, in cinci minute ajungem in fata usii. Suna, iar in zece secunde apare o tanara, cu parul inchis la culoare, destul de mititica. Sunt putin in ceata, intrucat Sorin este blond... - Uite, soro, lucrurile pe care mi-ai spus sa le cumpar... Gagica ia punga, apoi, uitandu-se la mine, intreaba: - Fratioare, dar n-ai de gand sa-mi faci cunostinta cu prietenul tau?!?... - Vai! Scuze! Sigur ca da! Face prezentarile - ea este Elena, sora lui mai mare si singura, de altfel... Cat a fost in armata, nu a spus nimanui ca are o sora, n-avea rost sa se lase sa devina victima glumelor porcoase ale colegilor... Gagica zambeste: - Bun, cum stiu ca tot ce aveti de gand sa faceti este sa iesiti la o bere, n-are importanta daca intarziati, ca terasa e tot acolo! Haideti sa beti o cafea! Il urmez pe Sorin spre ceea ce urmeaza sa aflu imediat ca este bucataria. O auzim pe Elena ca ne striga: - Fratioare, cum sigur veti vrea sa fumati, decat sa iesiti in prafaraia de pe balcon, mai bine luati loc la masa, in bucatarie! Sorin are grija sa mentioneze ca parintii lor sunt total impotriva fumatului, asa ca asta este singura incapere in care se pot delecta si ei cu o tigara... Apartamentul este vechi, asa ca bucataria este cu mult mai mare decat bucatariile cu care eram noi obisnuiti in anii saptezeci... Chiar in mijloc este amplasata o masa de patru persoane si cele patru scaune aferente. Iau un loc, scot o tigara, o aprind si ma relaxez. - Baieti, mai bine va scoateti hainele alea groase de pe voi - daca stati asa, incotosmanati, transpirati, iar apoi, cand veti sta la bere, la terasa, sigur va ia cu frig si raciti!... Sesizez ca Elena are atitudinea clostii fata de pui atunci cand vorbeste cu frate-su si am senzatia ca si pe mine ma cam baga in aceeasi categorie... Cum n-am frati si nici surori, nu prea sunt obisnuit sa fiu tratat asa, cu exceptia maica-mii... Ceea ce mi se pare ciudat este ca Elena nu arata ca fiind mai in varsta decat Sorin - nu sunt un tip timid, asa ca o intreb direct cati ani are. Este cu un an si jumatate mai mare ca Sorin, asta insemnand ca este cu un an mai mare ca mine... Vine si cafeaua, care, sincer, nu-i buna deloc! Noroc ca cestile sunt mici!... - Intr-o zi, trebuie neaparat s-o iei pe sor-ta si sa veniti la mine sa bem o cafea impreuna - stii la ce ma refer! Am avut norocul sa invat sa prepar cafeaua de la un arab. Dupa ce fumam cate doua sau trei tigari si ne bem cafelele, ne pregatim s-o lasam pe Elena sa-si vada de cuptorul ei, iar noi plecam la bere. O aud pe Elena: - Fratioare, fii bun si adu-mi si mie poseta din casa. Frati-su face o fata cam mirata, insa se conformeaza... Imediat ce se asigura ca nu mai este prin preajma, Elena se intoarce si-mi sopteste: - Ai grija cat bei, iar la zece fix sa fii aici, la coltul strazii - sa nu intarzii, ca... centru, centru, dar sunt ceva betivi si vagabonzi, asa ca, daca intarzii, n-o sa te astept... Pe la opt suntem deja plecati de la terasa - sincer, imi cam vine sa-mi dau cu tesla-n coaie ca nu-i pot spune lui Sorin ca la zece urmeaza sa ma vad cu sor-sa... Doar mi-e limpede ca la zece noaptea gagica nu m-a invitat ca sa facem vreo plimbare prin parc! Ne despartim, iar la noua si un sfert sunt deja la mine acasa. Fac, rapid, un dus, apoi ma parfumez si ma dau cu deodorant - stomacul imi este plin de fluturasi!... Incerc sa ma relaxez - In fond, Sorin nu are de ce sa-i controleze viata sor-sii - sunt amandoi adulti, iar preferintele ei sexuale n-au de ce sa-l priveasca pe el!... Cobor, iau un taxi, iar la zece fara cinci sunt deja la locul de intalnire - Elena avea dreptate - locatia este populata si cu ceva bagabonti si cersetori, insa tinuta mea si atitudinea ii cam face sa bata in retragere - sunt un tip mare, inalt de unu' nouazeci... E frig si bate vantul - o sa vina ea si primavara, dar nu astazi!... Iat-o! Micuta, comparand-o cu mine, dar cu o haina de blana impresionanta... Se apropie, ma prinde de reverul de la pardesiu si ma saruta pe buze... - Bravo! Merci ca n-ai intarziat! Acum hai sa luam un taxi si sa mergem sa-mi dai si mie cafeaua aia buna cu care te lauzi!... Cred ca puteti deja observa ca initiativa mea este, cel putin pana acum, ZERO! Dar, in fond, ce pot spune?!? Femeia stie exact ce vrea, ce-i trebuie si mai stie si cum sa ceara, sau mai bine zis, sa comande!... Asteptam sa apara un taxi, timp in care un cersetor isi face curaj si se apropie. Mie, ca de obicei, imi vin dracii: - La munca! Nu pare el prea speriat, insa nici nu indrazneste sa se apropie mai mult. Elena se scocioraste in poseta si scoate ceva maruntis. - Multumesc, printeso! Sa dea Dumnezeu sa ai parte de o distractie pe cinste!... In sfarsit apare si taxiul, asa ca in cateva minute ajungem la mine. Intram, ia loc pe un fotoliu, apoi mi se adreseaza: - Stii ce, cred ca m-am razgandit in legatura cu cafeaua. Mai bine imi dai niste whiskey cu gheata - mi-a spus frate-miu ca de obicei ai asa ceva... Ma duc la bucatarie, pun gheata in doua pahare, apoi ma intorc si o intreb: - De care preferi? Ballantines, Dimple, Glenfiddich, J&B?... - Ce zici daca-mi dai niste Johnny plimbaretul?... - Sorry, dar cum ala nu-mi place, nici nu tin in casa asa ceva... - Bine, atunci toarna-mi ce-ti torni si tie. Ridicam paharele, dam noroc, apoi ma roaga sa pun ceva muzica, de preferinta Queen. In timp ce pun banda cu Queen, simt ca in spatele meu se intampla ceva manevre... Dau drumul la muzica si, cand ma intorc, constat ca Elena este goala, cum a facut-o ma-sa, mai putin chilotii - titiloancele-i sunt mici, insa si ea e destul de mititica! Din fericire, compenseaza cu sfarcurile, adica exact ce ma intereseaza pe mine! Constat ca muzica e data cam prea tare pentru ora asta, aproape de unsprezece, asa ca dau volumul mai jos, apoi, in mai putin de cincisprezece secunde, ma trec si eu la curul gol. Apropiindu-ma de fotoliul in care e asezata, am ocazia sa constat, foarte curand, ca este femeia care imi suge cel mai bine pula din cate am cunoscut si voi cunoaste! Habar n-am ce-mi face, insa in mai putin de doua minute ii umplu gura cu sloboz, pe care are grija sa-l inghita, fara sa rateze nici o picatura!... Apoi, isi ridica privirile si mi se uita in ochi: - Acum, barosane, va trebui sa ai rabdare o zi, doua, sau chiar trei pana sa ai ocazia sa-ti bagi pula-n pizda mea - din pacate, sunt la ciclu, insa nu-ti face probleme, ca o sa am grija sa nu simti nici o presiune! Am eu grija, ai vazut deja!... Isi linge buzele intr-un mod atat de sugestiv, ca parca-mi vine s-o iau de ceafa si sa i-o bag iar in bot... Brusc, isi schimba total atitudinea si-si vede de tigara inca aprinsa si de pahar... Intre timp, ruleaza o piesa cu Donna Summer, "I'd Love To Love You Baby"... Imi misc si eu trupul, inclusiv coaiele golite catre fotoliul meu - ma asez si sorb din bautura... Sincer, nu sunt vreun incepator intr-ale sexului, insa modul de "abordare" al Elenei este nou si pentru mine... Nu tu sarutari, mangaieri, nimic! Pur si simplu o muie de exceptie!... In clipa asta nu stiu, insa Elena va continua sa fie un "parazit" in viata mea pentru vreo trei ani de zile!... Elena The first romantic look we held was electric. My fuck buddy, Veronica was smoking hot. A perfect 10. Long brown hair down to her waist, which was saying a lot, since she was 6 feet tall. Thin frame, deep and giant brown eyes, skinny legs and all. Her perfectly round tits were huge but completely perky. Creamy white skin coated with a peppering of perfect tan freckles. Naturally, whenever I was around her I was turned on. She was 23 and in her prime, had a smile that could blare light through silent darkness, and she fucked like a wild animal. I could still taste her on my lips as we sat down for dinner that night. Her younger sister must have been able to sense the strength of my simmering sexuality. Her mom was a 5-star chef. I remember telling them about my band's tour when her sister gave me this look. Head tilted downwards, her deep green eyes glaring up at me. Her arms were at her sides, palms on the wooden chair, with her elbows oriented slightly outward. I could tell her legs were crossed and I knew I was making her pussy wet by the way she was fidgeting underneath the table. Pure electricity. Elena looked a lot like her older sister, but was much smaller, and only 18. 5'6", brown hair down to her shoulder blades, and another tight, slim frame. All the women in the family shared that elegant grace. All were smoking hot. Even their Grandma looked good for 70. Elena definitely inherited the dark side of the family. I could tell by her heavy eyeliner that she would have rather been smoking cigarettes than sitting with us then. She always wore something black. She had her septum pierced, though she consistently tried to convince her family she was a good girl. I could tell she was a freak from the first time we met. I had to consistently force myself to avoid this look she was giving me all night. She could not have been more obvious, but no one else seemed to even notice her. She bit her lip and all I saw was pure submission. I was desperately holding back a hard on the entire time. My big 8 inch cock would have been so obvious in the dumb slacks I was wearing, trying to impress. I am a pretty big guy. 6'1", 160 pounds, with a hard six pack. I have a tribal tattoo that wraps from my back to my chest, depicting a totem fighting an abstract figure of darkness, and another similar one by the same artist wrapping up the outside of my leg, around my ass and up my back. I have been to the other side and back and Elena picked up on it right away. We both could tell that we would had a spiritual, kindred sort of bond. After dinner everyone played some cards and the beer started flowing. I could tell they were all lightweights. I had a beer and was waiting to see where the evening took us. We had fun then everyone else was clearly crashing and went to sleep. Veronica drank three beers and was out before she hit the pillow. I tried to stay up and talk with her but it was too late. The house was cooled pleasantly by a swamp cooler, which was running on low on that dank summer night. Of course, I always sleep totally naked, no matter where I am. Everyone was in bed by 10pm. I waited until midnight, laying there until the house was silent, waiting to go smoke my cigarette. I had waited so I didn't smell around her parents. Feeling a little frisky, I decided it would be really nice to step outside in to the warm summer air nude. So I grabbed my cig and lighter- and nothing else- and tiptoed downstairs. The house could not have been more perfect to sneak around in. Not a single creak while moving down the stairs. The sliding door was nearly silent, and the swamp cooler's gentle hum concealed any noise I was making. I stepped out on to their back balcony and walked down the stairs into their forested yard, around the side of the house. No neighbors could see that way because of the big trees surrounding the property. There was a warm breeze that I could feel cool my big ball sack, tickling my pubes. It could not have been more pleasant. I took a deep breath. I had just lit my cigarette when a light went on inside. I could do nothing but wait. I peaked in through the window. It was her mom. She was making sure all of the doors in the house were locked apparently. The click of the sliding door seemed to echo throughout the landscape- like the sarcophagus of a pharaoh closing for the last time. It had a mystical, unreal, and morose clank. I sealed my own fate. I thought to myself, "WOW! I am such a fucking idiot!" Only one thing to do now, enjoy the fuck out of the last smoke before I died, then I could freak out. I stood there, back against the wall, with one leg up, in a calm state of helplessness. I finished the cig, turned back the opposite way of the door, and there was Elena. I halted. Our eyes locked. She was leaning against the corner of the house in a hoodie and jeans, with her leg nonchalantly crossed across the other, smoking a god damn cigarette. She had a cocky air about her. She did not seem surprised at all by my nudity. How long had she been standing there? She took her sweet, time eyeing me up and down. The moon was bright enough to see everything that night. I tried to cover my cock but it was no use, it is too big to fully conceal the cock and balls, especially when I was already getting a little hard. I felt completely vulnerable- neither of us said a word. She seemed to like the position she was in. She knew she had all the power over me. Finally, I couldn't bear it, I broke the silence. "Elena, umm... I was just ..uh.. see, smoking this... and uh.. just... you're mom locked me out.. I'm so sorry. Can you let me inside? I didn't think anyone would be awake." Silence. She tried to hold back an evil half smile, mouth slightly open, tongue dancing behind her teeth. FUCK. I knew what this was. "Please?" "What's in it for me, hmmm?" My jaw dropped. I inhaled to say something but nothing came out. She grabbed me right on the tip of cock. "What would my mother say if she saw you like this?" My heart throbbed. "I'll make you a deal." She said with scheming tone, before I could say anything. As her grip tightened she pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, "If I suck on your big cock and you can last longer than 10 minutes then you have to cum in my tight little pussy and get me pregnant." Holy shit! I could not believe how filthy this girl's mind was. "And if I can't last that long?" "Then I have to tell the whole family about how I saw you." She already knew what I would choose. She dropped to her knees and said, "You FUCK! I have been dreaming about your big hard cock all day." She viciously ripped my hands away from their submissive position. I was already rock hard. She instantly slid the entire shaft deep down in to her throat with slow deliberation. She stuck her long tongue out and licked as far back on my ball sack as she could, reaching the taint. She looked at me and tried to smile. How evil. This girl was a pro, and I was fucked. She started to slowly ram my cock on to the back of her throat, all the way in, all the way out. She then pursed her big lips, kissing the tip, and brought both her hands to my shaft and squeezed hard. She began picking up the pace, using both hands, her lips, throat, and tongue, covering every inch of my rock hard cock with her sloppy wickedness. A single drop of spit made its way down to my balls and dripped on the concrete. I let out a manly moan. "You better not fucking cum." She jacked me harder and faster as she let her mouth take a break for just a second. I got weak in the knees, and grabbed her by the back of the head, pulling her all the way down on me. She gagged a bit but kept it all the way in her mouth. I started to fuck her little mouth, and grabbed her throat. "You little slut, I can't believe you would do this to me." She loved it. She forced herself off then licked my leg from half way all the way up the side of my sack. It tickled so good. As she rose back to the shaft and, again using both hands, in circling motion all the way down with her throat she bobbed up and down. My knees weakened and started to tremble this time. Little did she know I had already fucked her sister twice that day. I thought I would easily last, but her warm mouth felt so good. I tried to think about how fucked I would be if anyone saw us, in order to decrease my pleasure. She edged me closer and closer. Butterflies were building in my stomach, I was getting too close for comfort. I couldn't take it anymore. I said "Fuck I'm gonna cum." Every time she knew I was getting close, she would slow down, and tighten her grip. She wanted me to fill up her pussy. She stood up and grabbed me again by the tip, and started dragging me towards their back porch, where there was a brick table with some chairs surrounding it. She commanded me to lay down on the table, where she continued blowing me. "Fuck baby please let me come." "I'll tell you when you can come you fuck." Finally, she let up out of a last deep throat. And said "Please put it in me." She was losing her dominance and knew that she had pissed me off enough to get the hard pounding her twat had been desperately craving. I bent her over the table, pulled her jeans and g-string down and pushed my cock against her pussy lips. She was way tighter than I thought she would be. I had to spit on my hand and rub her clit before she would be ready. I slowly spread her open with my cock and she let out a loud "Ahhhh" I knew then that she had never seen a cock this big. I was half way in, applying slow pressure inch by inch. I spit again and rubbed it around the base half of my cock and her ass hole with my thumb. I slid my thumb in her ass up to the first knuckle, just to test the tightness. She puckered and I knew she would be able to take it. I slid the rest of the way in as I slid my thumb out. She said, looking back over her shoulder "That's a good boy. Now FUCK ME." I slid off her hoodie over her, she was eager to help. I pounded her, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them wide. As I slid almost all of the way out, the moon illuminated her tight pussy lips stretching around my cock, trying to pull it back in. At this point, I became a wild animal. I did not give a fuck who came out. I growled and laid in to her as hard as I could. She reached her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. Her legs started to tremble. She screamed, with an extra syllable in each word for every time I bottomed her out, "Fu-uck me shiitt, I'm gonna cu-u-um" She exploded as my cock slid out of her. She sprayed hot juices all over the ground, and I barreled back inside her. I grabbed her by the throat and said "You fucking slut, don't you ever cross me." She loved to be choked, just like her sister. I grabbed her neck with both hands, determined to make her come again. By this time my dick was raw and I could have lasted for hours. She kept rubbing her clit, and within another 5 minutes she squirted all over again, this time, ass up in the air, right on my legs, trembling. I dropped to my knees, and spread her ass cheeks. I tongued her pussy hole and slid up her taint to her tight little butthole. I licked it deep with my tongue spread wide. She moaned and grinded back towards me. I slid three fingers in, just to make sure I wouldn't hurt her. She had clearly stretched herself out before. Her ass was just as ready for me as her pussy was. I decided to ask for her ass by putting the tip of my cock on it with a bit of pressure. It was still completely wet from her pussy juice. She reached around, kneeling upwards and grabbed me by the lower back. I lost balance and slid deep in to her ass. She screamed a bit. It was so tight, but she seemed to be loving it. She had no problem taking the whole thing. She said "Come in my asshole you dirty boy." I was going to take my time with this. Slowly, and for my pleasure only, I slid in and out of her. This went on for at least another 10 minutes, where I was edging myself closer and closer, savoring this completely naughty moment. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled her back towards me and sloppily stuck my tongue in her mouth. She stuck hers out and we shared a deep, and passionate kiss as I unloaded pump after pump deep in to her ass. I slid out and collapsed next to her. We lay there in silence for a long time. Finally, she said "Thank you Daddy." I laughed and said, "Did I pass the test?" "You did." She took me inside and I sneaked into Veronica's bed. She was still in the same position she was when I left her. I passed out, feeling guilty but completely satisfied. The next morning at breakfast Elena casually dropped a dirty wink at me and that was it. I left a little later and never talked to any of them again. It was too much for me to handle. Hopefully they got the message that I was just a mangy, dirty dog. Elena, Alexis, Honey She opened the door and walked into the hallway calling out her daughter Alexis name. Hearing no answer she walked towards the kitchen stepping out of her heels and feeling a relief to be home. There on the kitchen table was a red envelope, from her daughter's stationary, with the showy large swirls of handwriting that indicated it was from Alexis. She slipped her manicured nail under the flap and loosened it. "Damn it!" she said under her breath as she read that her daughter had decided to go to Vegas for the weekend with her girlfriends. Elena thought to herself "What a selfish little bitch. Now what am I supposed to do." She had convinced her daughter to go on a date with an 18 year old young man she had met at the mall several weeks ago. He had helped her change a tire on her car and she offered him a ride home. On the way she had discovered that he was very shy and was having a hard time with girls. Apparently he had asked several girls at his junior college to go to party with him they had made a big deal of rejecting him publicly. She told him "You're an attractive young man, just lacking in experience and confidence. You just needed to keep trying." Elena instantly decided to help him and told him that she would ask her beautiful 19 year old daughter to go to the party with him. "If you do it John the other girls think they were missing out on something and will quickly make you popular." Several days later, after convincing her daughter with a bribe of a new outfit, she introduced John to Alexis. She could see instantly that John was very attracted to her daughter but that Alexis, being somewhat shallow, wasn't attracted to him. Alexis had already bought the new outfit and so she had agreed to go on the date. Elena talked to John on the phone, even actually dropped by the mall to give him a little encouragement and coaching for his "Big Date." He confessed to her "I told some of my friends that I was bringing a beautiful blond girl to the party, in fact I bragged we were going steady." "Now he's really going to be embarrassed in front of his friends and I'm the cause of it!" she said out loud to herself. "Oh why do I have to get so involved?" She went upstairs and had changed out of her business suit and was standing in her underwear when the phone rang. Sure enough, it was John. "I took your advice and got the nice shirt and slacks you had pointed out." She could hear the excitement in his voice and dreaded having to tell them that his "Date" was off. Out of the corner of her eye she got her reflection in the full-length mirror, the she turned slightly from side to side she thought she could pass for a college girl. The countless hours of Pilates and swimming had kept her figure youthful and firm. Suddenly a plan hatched in her mind and she told John in a hushed voice "OK show up at 8." She looked more closely in the mirror and thought for 36 she looked pretty youthful, no wrinkles and maybe if she wore her long blonde fall that fell over her shoulders it might work. She took a quick shower, applied a youthful sexy makeup look and put the long fall on. "It just might work" she whispered and then walked over to her daughter's bedroom to look in the closet for an outfit. She reached in and grabbed the new garments her daughter had just bought. She held it in front of her and looked in the dressing mirror. "It serves her right" she smiled and then nervously laughed. "The skirt's too short, and the top will show a lot of my tits. But that's the way Alexis and her girlfriends dress." As she took the outfit out of the clear plastic she discovered a matching bra and thong set of sheer black lace. "What the hell! OK, when in Rome." she said as she slipped out of her bathrobe and stepped into the tiny thong and pulled on the pushup bra. The panties just barely covered her bush and her nipples and breasts are clearly poking out of the bra. She pulled on the tight Lycra tank top and then wrapped the skirt around her hips. She had to push it down a few inches lower on her hips to make her feel comfortable with the shortness. She turned around a few times in front of the mirror admiring how she looked while moving her head from side to side watching how the hair swayed so seductively. It was incredible, she looked like one very sexy college babe. She just finished strapping on the three-inch summer sandals when the doorbell rang. As she looked out the peep hole she could see that John was very nervous. He had bought the shirt and slacks she had pointed out. He looked hot! She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and opened the door. John said "Hello" and was obviously trying not to stare at her cleavage when she let him into the house. He asked "Is Alexis ready?" "Come on in John and sit down." Elena sat next to him on the couch and explained that "Alexis has been called away on emergency." "So John, if it is OK with you I'll go as your date and be Alexis for you tonight." "I don't think anybody will notice that I'm older than you, I think the guys will be staring at this outfit and we will pretend to sneak away early. I mean if you want to? So John it is up to you!" Then she stood up in front of him and did a couple of quick turns leaned over towards him, smiled and then finally said a little nervously "Well John, am I good enough to be your date?" John blushed, gulped and squeaked out "Oh yeah, you're beautiful!" Elena smiled and said "Well then let's go, honey. Isn't that what you call your steady." As John got up from the couch she noticed a definite bulge in his pants. She felt herself blush a little thinking "Well I can still turn a young guy on." They went out of the car and he opened the door for her. After she sat down she realized that he'd been able to see everything up her skirt. As he walked to the back of the car she smiled as she watched him in the mirror readjusting himself in his pants. On the drive across town to the party she told him "John, if this is going to work you will need to treat me just like I was your girlfriend. You need to hold my hand, and then, occasionally, slide your arm around my waist. OK?" When he parked the car and opened her door this time she took her time getting out letting the skirt slide way up her thigh. She was starting to really enjoy this. At door he rang the bell. She said impulsively "When they open the door kiss me." Throwing her arms around his neck she pulled herself up against him and gave him a long kiss as they waited for the door to open. They both blushed when the door opened. A girl in a bikini invited them in, pointed out where the bar was and then dropped into her boyfriends lap and went back to necking with him. John took Elena by the hand and went over to the bar, asking her "Honey what would you like." "Some of the cold punch would be great." He got two tall glasses and as they took their first sips they realized it was heavily spiked with Vodka. He led her over to a group in the corner and introduced her as "Alexis." One of the girls asked her "What school do you go to? I've never seen you around here." Elena improvised "Oh. I'm new to the area but I'm Junior at the University." She then slid her arm around John's waist and leaned into him. Whispering in his ear "Quick, lets get out on the dance floor before anybody asks us another question we don't have answers to." As they danced to the fast songs she noticed many couples making out and some of them into some pretty heavy foreplay. When a slow song came up she asked "John please get me another punch." Then she kissed him on the lips again. As John walked away a couple of obvious Jocks walked up to her and started hitting on her. Within a few minutes they were trying to corner her, openly running their eyes over her body, trying to get friendly and telling her what she needed was a real man or maybe two. "You look like you know how to party. We could show you a really good time." By then, John had come back with the punch and she reached out for him pulling him against her, gave him a kiss on his lips and said "Thanks boys but I got all the man I want right here!" As Elena laughed and led John toward the dance area she gulped down the punch plunging into the frenetic crowd. She couldn't believe how turned on she was from those guys staring at her breasts. The floor was much more crowded now with the dancers much closer together than before. As they danced they repeatedly rubbed against each other, accidentally at first and then as the rhythm picked up and the dance floor became more crowed they were almost body to body, enjoying the music and the pleasure of moving against each other. Then the lights went down and a slow song came on. Elena slipped her arm up around John's neck and he pulled her tight against his body. She realized then that the punch was much too strong for her and she was a little drunk. As she moved she could feel his erection had returned. She thought she was pushing the edge now but didn't want to stop just yet, She was having a good time, she hadn't felt this sexy in years. In fact she hadn't felt this turned on in years. She looked around and saw the bikini girl with her top off giving a blow job to her boyfriend and several guys and girls touching her as she did it. Elena felt herself suddenly shudder and become very aroused. She let go of John's hand and slipped her arm around his neck as well. She looked up and kissed him again, only this time she let herself really enjoy it. She sent her tongue into his mouth and was met with an equal eagerness. Now their bodies were moving erotically against each other, she felt him pressing his hard against her and she opened her legs to enable them to get closer together. He pulled her further up on leg with his raging hard grinding against her pussy. Her nipples were as hard as rocks. Then one of his hands had drifted down to her ass while the other began stroking the side of her breast. When he lightly touched her nipple she let out a slight moan. She began grinding herself even more aggressively against his hardened penis. She could feel him becoming more aroused and urgent with every thrust. She slid her hand down his chest and reached down to touch his hard cock, she heard him groan and suddenly both of his hands were massaging her breasts. She thought "Oh my God , What am I doing? I need to tell him this has to stop!" Breaking off the kiss she looks up into his eyes and almost against her will whispers "Fuck me, take me somewhere and fuck me. Now!" They quickly move from room to room. Finally finding an unoccupied bedroom. As he closes the door she drops to her knees and unzips his pants, pulls out 10 inches of rock hard cock. She starts pulling on it and then takes it into her mouth, First only the tip and then more greedily the whole thing. He plunges it into her mouth more and more quickly. Then just as she feels he's about to cum she pinches it between her fingers, pulls back and says "Now I want you inside me." He lifts her up and pushes her back onto the bed. His hands untie the skirt and pull off the top, as his mouth finds her breasts and nipples. She quickly pushes her thong off and roles on top of him guiding his erection into her. She's never been this wet, never wanted to fuck this badly and never given herself so wantonly to any man. As she holds his dick between her fingers she raises and lowers herself slowly and then more rapidly up and down on it. And then she begins to moan and begs him to "Fuck me! Harder, harder!" She lets go of his hard and feels his pace accelerate. He roles her over as she urges him onwards and feels herself starting to cum in waves of pleasure. Then suddenly he cums deep inside her, she feels him explode within her and she has the most beautiful overwhelming orgasm of her entire life. She clings to him and finally stops shuddering. After a few minutes she looks up at him and he says "Elena, Alexis, Honey can we go to another party tomorrow?" And before she can answer she feels him start to harden again inside her. "Oh yes, definitely!" And her hips begin moving slowly again. Elena Ch. 02 Elena was sitting at her desk in the main library of the University. Her mind drifted back to the night several months ago when she had lost control of herself. She still couldn't believe that she had sex in a public place, in front of dozens of people. And even more shockingly that she had enjoyed the fact that people were watching as a man she didn't know was bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Even now as she thought about what had happened she began to become aroused. Almost every day now she would have the same flashback memory. Each time the memory became more vivid and her state of arousal became more pressing an urgent. She had tried, to no avail, to reawaken the passion between her and her husband. She knew he was having an affair with someone but it really didn't matter anymore. Now between the sexual frustration from her marriage and the vivid intense memories of that night were driving her to desperation. She had to do something or she was going to have a nervous breakdown. At 5 PM she locked up and started to head home. On the way out of the library she stopped in the bathroom. As she was washing her hands she looked at herself in the mirror. And then with a smile undid her hair and let it fall to her shoulders, running her fingers through the thick wavy hair. Suddenly her body flushed with that same feeling she had experienced months before. She quickly removed her blouse, bra and camisole. Then she slipped the blouse back on leaving four buttons undone and exposing significant cleavage. She undid an equal number of buttons on her skirt allowing the opening to come up to the middle of her thigh. She reached into her purse and pulled out her favorite perfume and the pink lipstick. Applying the perfume between her breasts and on the inside of her thighs she became immediately more aroused. Her nipples became hard and she felt that moistness between her thighs. She tucked in the blouse pulling it in tightly towards her back accentuating the tautness over her ample breasts. Her arousal was obvious with her nipples pushing against the shear silk blouse. She applied the pink lipstick a little heavier than usual and stood back to look at it herself. If she didn't get laid looking like this she would never get laid! She put her overcoat back on and left the library heading for the campus pub. She was nervous again when she came in but fortunately the place was dimly lit. She took off her overcoat and sat down at a table. A striking young waitress came by to take her order. "What would you like?" "I'd like a seven and seven please." When the waitress brought her drink back Elena noticed the girl looked up and down and smiled. "Hey you look like our looking to have a lot of fun tonight. If you want I was planning on hooking up with a couple guys myself. You could join us and we can have a really good party?" Elena thought for a moment, lifted the Scotch to her full lips and drank it down in a single swallow. "Okay but let's do it now, I don't want to waste a moment!" With that the waitress introduced herself. "My name is Sable. I think we're going to be great friends. Give me five minutes to get out of this uniform and we'll go." Elena sat nervously at her table thinking "What am I doing?" Then just as she was about to get up and leave Sable came back from the bar wearing a tight short skirt and a low-cut camisole with no bra underneath. "Let's go honey! I called my guys and told them that we were going to fuck their brains out. And they said bring it on we'll see who's brains get fucked out. Wahoo! We are going to party tonight!" As Elena and Sable left the bar all eyes were on them. Elena's heart began pounding in her chest and she felt herself becoming wet with need. They walked to Elena's car and as she was about to open the passenger door Sable pushed her against the car and pressed her body against Elena's. Sable kissed her hungrily. Elena felt Sable's voluptuous lips against hers and then a honey tasting tongue plunging into her mouth. She didn't know what was overcoming her but she yielded to the pleasure she felt. Sable's hand slid through the unbuttoned blouse and cupped Elena's breast giving a gentle squeeze to the hard nipple. And then she pushed her thigh between Elena's thighs hard up against her pussy. Elena began pushing her tongue eagerly back into Sables open mouth. She let her hands move down Sables sweet body. She had never thought she would enjoy sex with a woman but this was really turning her on. Suddenly Sable broke off the kiss. "Yummy, now let's get going. I knew you were going to be a lot of fun!" And she slipped quickly into the passenger seat before Elena could another word. Elena caught her breath, got in and started the car. "Where are we going?" "Three blocks up turn right, go four blocks and pull into the driveway of the first house on the right." As Elena began driving Sable reached over and began running her soft hand over Elena's thigh, gradually moving further and further up her leg. Elena was having a difficult time focusing as Sable's hand began rubbing against her wet panties. "Cool, I can see you really like this. You are really going to like the rest of it." Then she slid her finger under Elena's thong and began rubbing the entrance to Elena's pussy. Elena swerved to the right and let out a gasp. "Oh my God!" She steeled herself as the finger slid into her pussy and began rubbing inside her. She thought it was the longest 7 blocks of her life as she finally pulled into the driveway. As they walked to the door she knew she would do anything Sable asked of her. Sable opened the door and let Elena step in. "Honey, these guys are my Fuck Buddies and tonight we are going to Rock Your World." Elena stared at the three buff college aged guys getting up from the couch and walking toward her. Before she could say anything she felt Sable's kisses on her neck and Sable's hands moving over her breasts as she pulled Elena's blouse open. Elena Dominates her Male Boss Elena crossed her long legs behind her desk. She was staring at her resume' while at work and exploring her options. She had just received a reprimand from her new supervisor, and she felt the discontent in her position in the office brewing. It had been fine until he was hired. Alex Gregory replaced the former supervisor. Before, she was considered competent and well respected by her colleagues. She moved through the office with a confident, feminine swagger. People trusted her to get the job done, and she never disappointed. Once, she had pleased a meeting of some of the staunchest clients. No one had thought it could be done. Alex made her feel insecure. He assumed she was incompetent when he first met her, probably because she was younger and female. The confidence she had at work began to falter, and he was there to reprimand every mistake, whether she was responsible for the mistake or not. It was a problem of his ego, she knew. Often, to build oneself up in office eyes, you have to put others down, so he called her out for inadequacies as soon as he saw them. She performed as well as she could, given the circumstances, but she couldn't feel the same motivation as before. She group texted her friends Jennifer and Amy. Elena I want to quit my stupid job. Jennifer Dickhead giving you problems again? Elena Yes Amy Screw him. Come out with us tonight. Elena Where are you going? Jennifer A swinger's club Elena LOL crazy girls. I'm not a swinger. Jennifer I am. Elena slut Amy Come on. Come let off some steam. You don't need to do anything. Jennifer and Amy explained to Elena how the club worked. The lower floor was for dancing and drinking. Clothes were kept on. Special wrist bands could be purchased to go upstairs, and adults would engage in public sex upstairs. Elena had never been to a sex club, but she was ready for an adventure. Elena met her friends late at night. They were dressed provocatively in short skirts and high heels. Elena didn't want to attract sex partners, so she was in tight skinny black jeans, a blazer and high heels. Her hair was done up in a high and haughty pony tail. The night started out well enough. A few Pink Pussy shots later, and they were ready to go upstairs. It was there that she saw Alex. He didn't see her at first. He was at a table with three women and two men. A petite brown haired girl was bent over in front of him. He was banging her from behind. Elena stood in a state of shock. The woman was not his wife. She didn't see his wife anywhere. He was naked. He was actually a very attractive man, although she never gave much thought to that, given his personality. He worked out regularly and had abdominal muscles. His penis was long, and although she never saw it come out of the girl completely, she estimated about 9 inches. Elena was tall, 5'10" and used to looking down on men, especially when she wore high heels, but this man was above her at 6'4". She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. He must have felt her eyes on him because he looked over at her. A dumbfounded expression crossed his face, and he looked at the phone in her hands. Elena ran down the stairs, ignoring the inquiring protests from Jennifer and Amy. Elena made it about halfway down when she felt a strong hand grab her arm. She turned to face Alex. He was sweaty from sex. His shirt was off and he had only just managed to pull on a pair of jeans. He still had an erection. Elena was speechless at the sight of him. Her mind was adjusting to the fact that he could be a person outside of work, much less a naked, sweaty person in a swinger's club. "Are you going to tell anyone?" Alex asked. Elena felt an angry spark inside of her. "Where is your wife?" She demanded. "Is she here?" He shook his head no. She took a step up close to him. His body language reaction was to move back, bending to her force. "If you don't want this to get out, you are going to do everything that I say. You are going to pay for me and my friend's tab. You don't screw anyone I don't let you, and you do everything I tell you, no matter how degrading." He looked at her for a moment, and then he turned. She followed him upstairs. For emphasis, she gave him a hard slap on his behind. He kept walking. She had no idea where this was going, but she was thrilled at the sudden rush of power and dominance she was experiencing. He went back to explain to the female he was with that he was with Elena now. Elena didn't care how that abrupt stop to their activity was going to go over. She went to Jen and Amy to see if they could brainstorm ways to abuse their new whipping boy. Elena explained the situation to them. Jen and Amy were tickled at what had happened. Elena knew that they had kinky things up their sleeves. A whole host of ideas were coming to them, involving scenarios at work, but for now they were just going to enjoy the night by dominating him. He joined them. "Alex, we'll take three shots of pink pussy. None for you." He went obediently. When he returned, they claimed a table. "Alex, take off your clothes. I want you to go down on my friend Jen. I want you to give her the best lick ever." He did as she commanded. The petite brunette at the other table stared at him. She was beginning to become irate. "Alex, wave goodbye to your friend. Don't move your face." To Elena's amusement, he did as she asked. The petite brunette stormed out of the club. Her friend's juices were clearly running over his chin. Jen was thoroughly enjoying herself. He moved his hands up to her pussy. "No fingers," Elena said. He removed his hands. "Lick my ass," Jen moaned. Elena felt her work satisfaction raise again watching this man, who had been a thorn in her side for weeks, lick her friend's asshole. "You call that a lick? I need to see more enthusiasm." Elena chided. Amy laughed. He started licking her ass more energetically. "Lick my pussy," Jennifer said after a few minutes of anal pleasure. He did, and her body started to convulse with orgasm. Jenn was flushed and moved aside. Amy took her place. "Keep licking," Elena said. She could see in the dim light of the club that his face was wet from vaginal lubrication. Elena ordered a bottle of champagne on his tab. While she was putting in the order, she gleefully recanted the details of the story of what was happening with the one man and three women. She knew Amy could abuse him all by herself. Amy had taken her tits out and was enjoying her oral conquest. Elena was amused when she noted Alex look up and search for Elena. She turned her back on him. She knew her inattention would wound his ego. Elena returned to the table while Amy was finishing. Alex stood up, but there was a bowed quality to his posture, as if he were trying to make himself shorter. Amy produced a dildo and lubricant from her bag and gave it to Elena. The girls would leave Alex and Elena alone while they found other partners. "Have you ever had a prostate massage?" Elena asked. Alex didn't say respond. Elena's intuition was that this was not the first foreign object to find its way up his rectum, but they would discuss his possible bisexuality next time. She donned the dildo over her jeans and demanded he bend over. "I'm going to go slow while you stroke yourself. I want you to ejaculate in a shot glass, and after you are done I want you to drink your semen in front of everyone." She applied a liberal amount of lube entered his tight asshole. She started pumping his rectum slowly. She felt awash with elation at the power she had over him. He winced while she moved and began stroking himself. After a few minutes, he ejaculated into a shot glass. They had a few spectators at this time. "Now hold it up and drink it," said Elena. He did it. Elena gave him the dildo. "Clean it and bring it to work tomorrow. I'm not done with you yet." Elena left the club that night feeling better than she had in months. She couldn't wait for work tomorrow. Elena Dominates her Male Boss Pt. 02: Blue Balls Three weeks had passed since the liaison at the swinger's club. Elena and Alex still worked together, but the dynamic had changed. For the first few days, he didn't interact with Elena at all. Eventually, they continued as business as usual, but Elena knew the night had to have piqued his interest. She hadn't pursued the affair aggressively for a few reasons. One, she recognized that this relationship was special, maybe a once in a lifetime experience (though she was enjoying getting acquainted with her dominant side). She wanted time to think about how best to proceed. Second, she enjoyed messing with his head. She was on his mind. She had to be. Keeping him guessing as to what would come next was fun. Finally, after three long weeks, she hatched out a plan with her partners in crime, Jen and Amy. She sent Alex a text. Elena: "Book a room for us at the Ritz tonight. Don't wear any underwear." Elena, Jen, and Amy were giggling in their hotel room. They had ordered a bottle of champagne with strawberries on his tab. The girls were lounging in lingerie, thigh high stockings, garters, peek a boo pieces. Sex toys were ready for use on the bedside table. The girls cheered when they heard his knock at the door. Elena opened it, looking stunning in her black lingerie and high heels. She was a little drunk when she grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside, securing the door behind him. Elena told Alex, "Tonight, I want you to do everything we say." Elena filmed the experience on her phone. The more blackmail, the better. She was enjoying her ownership of him. Jen and Amy undressed Alex. He was already hard. His face expressed disbelief in this surreal experience, and excitement at the prospect of a menage a quatre. The girls tied him to a chair. He playfully struggled against the restraints. The girls turned their attention to each other. Elena had a few lesbian experiences in college. She was a two on the Kinsey scale. Amy had come on to Elena a few times after they had been drinking, and she was finally about to indulge in her friend's offer. The girls kissed and undressed each other. This was the first time Alex had seen Elena naked. He looked like he was about to explode in his chair. Jen and Amy shared in licking Elena's pussy. Jen grabbed the dildo and let Amy finish Elena's sexual crescendo. Jen kissed Elena on the lips while Elena came in rapturous clitoral orgasm. Elena returned the favor on Amy while Jen used a strap-on on Elena from behind. The girls continued in this fashion for over an hour, sharing each other, upgrading from friendship to sexual partnership. Alex projected an almost manic, animal energy toward the women. He was tiring of the restraints. Elena began to doubt her plan. She felt that she was poking a dangerous bear. Women don't naturally understand a man's "on" button. It's a behavior that has to be learned. When a man receives signals that he is welcome in a woman's bed, a kind of tunnel vision occurs, and he pursues with eyes on the prize. A woman can start and stop, but testosterone is a different kind of driver. Still, there was some kind of connection that Alex and Elena shared. Something inside of Elena told her that, ultimately, Alex wanted to test the boundaries as well. Women came to Alex easily, but there was something missing in his dynamic with women that Elena was only starting to explore. It was a part of Alex that gave Elena her power over him. The girls finished activity. Jen and Amy started to get dressed. Alex look panicked as the realization settled that he would not be allowed to join. He pulled against the restraints. Elena surveyed him, almost pitying him, but she reminded herself that he didn't deserve her pity. All the girls finished dressing. Jen and Amy opened the door to the hallway and waited. Elena approached Alex. She was thoroughly sexed and had the scent of three females on her. Elena untied Alex. For the first time, she felt an urge to have sex with him, but she put the feeling aside for the moment. At this point, she didn't care. He could finish himself in the room. He could go downstairs and easily pick up a female at the bar. No matter what happened, there would never again be a female who treated Alex like this. For better or for worse, she would always be his alpha. The blackmail didn't have any significance anymore, Elena realized when she picked up her camera. Her hold on him was mental. He could choose to continue with her or not, but she decided to throw him a bone. "Don't worry," Elena said, "Next time you will leave more satisfied." Elena left knowing that they were not done with each other. ELENA - Inceputul relatiei Va recomand sa cititi mai intai "Elena - cum a inceput totul" Imediat ce si-a terminat tigara si bautura din pahar, incepe sa se imbrace. Nedumerit, sar din fotoliu si incerc s-o imbratisez. Ma impiedica, ferm, chiar autoritar... - Sa stii ca si eu am nevoi, sentimente, asa ca daca incepi sa ma saruti, o sa innebunesc dupa pula asta a ta! De fapt, deja mi-e dor de ea la modul propriu! Si, de ce sa nu-ti spun? Tocmai am trecut, saptamana trecuta, printr-un chiuretaj, iar doctorul mi-a recomandat sa nu fac sex urmatoarele zece zile... Sunt blocat... Continua: - Cele zece zile se implinesc poimaine. - Doamne, dar tu cum te simti? - Nu-ti fa griji, ca sunt la al cincilea chiuretaj, iar doctorul este dintre cei mai buni! Oricum, de data asta a fost ceva mai periculos, intrucat nu trecusera nici sase luni de la alt chiuretaj... Oricum, m-a avertizat ca in stilul asta s-ar putea sa nu mai pot face copii... S-ar putea ca ceva sa se fi stricat pe-acolo... Imi spune toate astea cu un calm, de parca ar previziona starea vremii... Trebuie sa mentionez, pentru cei care poate ca nu stiu, ca in vremurile acelea provocarea unui avort era interzisa prin lege, consecinta fiind puscaria, atat pentru mama, cat si pentru doctor. - Peste doua-trei luni o sa ma duc la control, la el la spital si o sa poata sa-mi faca ceva controale... - Dar acum, nu mergi mai intai la un control, inainte de a-ti reincepe viata sexuala?!?... Incep sa am indoieli serioase daca e cazul sa-mi bag pula in ea, mai ales fiind sora lui Sorin... Izbucneste intr-un raset scurt: - Tu chiar crezi ca am nevoie sa-mi spuna doctorul daca ma simt, sau nu, bine, cand am o pula-n pizda?!? Sunt interzis, debusolat, chiar si putin speriat, nu pentru mine, ci pentru ea... - Hai, lasa, revino-ti din uimire si trage-ti hainele pe tine - presupun ca vei fi suficient de amabil sa ma conduci acasa... Nu zic nimic, insa, masinal, ma imbrac. Intre timp, mintea imi alearga la tot felul de ganduri nasoale, intrebari, suspiciuni, chestii... Nu-mi lasa suficient timp ca sa ma adun si sa zic ceva: - Uite, nu stiu ce program iti facusesi tu pentru dimineata de maine, insa la zece fix vreau sa fii la Ateneu si sa cumperi patru bilete pentru concertul de la ora nouasprezece. Imediat ce esti in posesia lor, vreau sa-l suni pe Sorin si sa-i spui ca ai tai, sau nu conteaza cine, ti-a dat biletele, asa ca te-ai gandit sa-l inviti, pe el si pe sora-sa, plus eventual o a patra persoana, seara, la concert. Imi vine cam greu sa "inghit" toate instructiunile pe nemestecate... Continua: - I-am gasit lui frate-miu o fatuca tare dulcica si vreau sa le fac lipeala - tipa precis este virgina, iar, dupa armata, merita si fratiorul meu un desert... Sunt si mai buimac!... - E studenta la medicina si, cu siguranta, are si ea nevoie sa-si inceapa viata sexuala... Ma decid sa-mi tin pliscul. In cateva vorbe, am condus-o pe Elena inapoi la ea acasa - n-am putut dormi toata noaptea... Am cumparat biletele, i-am asteptat pe Elena, Sorin, si Liliana in fata la Ateneu, apoi, dupa concert, ne-am dus la un restaurant, unde, realmente ne-am simtit bine. Cand ne pregateam de plecare, Elena s-a prefacut ca nu se simte prea bine, asa ca a rugat-o pe Lili sa vina si sa stea la ea in noaptea asta... Eu, m-am dus la mine acasa... A doua zi dimineata, aud soneria telefonului - este Elena. - Habar n-ai tu ce bine ma simt cand lucrurile ies cum vreau eu! - Deci... sa inteleg ca ai reusit s-o pacalesti pe Lili sa se culce cu Sorin?... - Raspunsul este afirmativ! - Si acum?... Acum dorm amandoi, iar mie mi-e dor de baiatul meu cel frumos - daca ma pun in miscare acum si sun la tine la usa, o sa-mi deschizi? Simt cum mi se scoala pula instantaneu! - Pai, daca ma gandesc ca in aproximativ treizeci de minute urma sa parasesc apartamentul, iar tu reusesti sa ajungi mai devreme, o sa-mi compromiti programul, insa sunt sigur ca n-o sa-mi para rau! Hai, ia-ti picioarele la spinare si fa-te-ncoa! Fara sa mai zic nimic, las receptorul sa cada in furca. Privind la ceas, dupa vreo douazeci de minute, intru in panica - daca, la ora asta nu gaseste un taxi? Daca modul in care i-am pus problema nu i-a placut? Sunt deja obsedat de tratamentul pe care l-a aplicat pulii mele acum doua seri, cu buzele ei de boarfa... Au trecut deja douazeci si cinci de minute, insa eu tot in pijama am ramas - in sfarsit, suna soneria de la usa... - Uff, chiar ca-i greu sa prinzi un taxi la ora asta... aproape ca ma hotarasem sa iau autobuzul, insa mi-am dat seama ca nu am bilete!... O ajut sa-si scoata haina ei cea eleganta de blana, apoi o conduc in camera... - Dragule, de data asta chiar ca vreau sa vad si eu cum faci tu cafeaua! Prea tarziu, pula mi-e deja tare ca piatra, asa ca ma apropii de fotoliul ei si las pantalonii sa-mi cada... - OK, o sa beau cafeaua ceva mai tarziu! Spunand asta, ma apuca cu mana stanga de coaie, iar cu dreapta incepe sa-mi frece pula... Insista cu limba pe ata pulii - ma linge, ma linge, ma linge!... Deodata, se opreste: - E cumva prea devreme pentru niste muzica? Pricep mesajul, asa ca ma duc la magnetofon, tragandu-mi la loc pantalonii. - Apropos! Dupa ce dai drumul la muzica ma lasi, te rog, sa te vad in pielea goala? Nu ca nu mi-ar place ce pijama porti, dar... cel putin cat suntem amandoi, singuri, mi-ar place ca pur si simplu sa vad ce au realizat parintii tai... In timp ce eu dau drumul la mag si la statie, deja Elena este dezbracata, de data asta FARA chiloti... Intr-o secunda sunt si eu gol si ma grabesc spre pat. O apuc de picioare, i le desfac, apoi finut, finut de tot, imi centrez capul pulii la intrarea pizdei. -Uite, Elena, daca te doare, sau ceva, te rog sa-mi spui... Da din cap ca da, muscandu-si buza si infigandu-si unghiile in bucile mele, tragandu-ma spre ea... E uscata, chestie care stiu ca n-o sa ne ajute, mai ales in situatia ei... Ma retrag, apoi, ca un cowboy, o incalec peste piept si-i dau sa-mi suga pula. - Ud-o! Ma inghite, fortandu-se sa-mi furnizeze cat mai multa saliva. Ma intorc jos - e cu mult mai bine! Nu-mi bag mai mult de doua treimi din pula in ea, ca deja ii pot simti cervixul - se incordeaza. - Relaxeaza-te! Da din cap ca da, insa tot tensionata ramane... - Uite, daca nu reusesti sa te relaxezi, nici macar n-o sa poti sa-ti dai seama daca lucrurile sunt in regula, sau nu! - Drace, vorbesti ca doctorul meu! - Nu conteaza cum vorbesc, doar intelege ca suntem de aceeasi parte a baricadei!... - Da, numai ca el foloseste afurisitele alea de instrumente metalice, pe cand tu-ti bagi pula-n mine! Ma prinde mai tare de bucile curului si incepe sa strige: - Fute-ma, fute-ma, baga-ti pula-n mine! Tipa ca disperata! - IUBIRE, ia-o usor! Nu ne grabeste nimeni!... - Da' ce dracu-ti pasa tie?!? Bag-o ca lumea! Raneste-ma! Rupe-ma! Fa-ma sa sangerez!... O iau de picioare, mi le pun pe umeri, apoi incep sa pompez - mai tare, mai tare, mai tare! De fiecare data cand intru, ii simt cervixul si o simt cum reactioneaza spasmodic... Nu trec nici cinci minute cand incepe sa aiba miscari necontrolate, spasmodice: - Ia-ma! Fute-ma! Fute-ma! Baga-ti pula-n mine! Fute-ma! Fute-ma ca lumea! Daaaaaaa! Asa! Baga-mi-o! Loveste-ma! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ah, ah, ah!... Continui s-o tin in pompe, iar dupa vreo juma' de ora simt ca-mi vine: - Iubire, sunt aproape! - Doamne! Lasa-ma sa-ti vad pula! Lasa-ma sa vad daca ai sange pe ea! Hai, da-mi-o! Nu prea fericit, i-o scot din pizda si, ca bun calaret ce sunt, o incalec peste piept si-mi apropii pula de fata ei. Ma prinde de pula cu mana, ma verifica pe toate partile, apoi izbucneste: - Da! Gata! Sunt OK! Apoi, ma rastoarna de pe ea si se repede si mi-o ia in gura - chiar ca poate face minuni cu limba, buzele si gatul, Simt cum ma slobozesc direct in gatul ei - ma curata ca la Nufarul, apoi ma apuca de picioare si mi le desface. Incepe sa ma linga pe gaura curului. Continua, dandu-mi limbi intre cur si coaie. Iar mi se scoala, instant!... - Acum, dragule, ia stai tu pe spate si lasa-ma sa te fut eu pe tine... Ma conformez, iar Elena ma incaleca - le stie pe toate: stanga, dreapta, inainte, inapoi, opturi, pompe, ciocane, de toate!... Dupa vreo doua ore, e extenuata... Deja i se scurge transpiratia pe burta si pe pieptul meu... Mi se face mila: - Iubire, sa-ti spun un mic secret - daca stai tu deasupra, n-o sa ma termini in veci! Cand ti-e de-ajuns, schimbam pozitia... Sare de pe mine, asa ca o fac sa stea in patru labe. I-o bag, cu usurinta, in pizda... Incep pompele si in mai putin de doua minute i-o scot si o stropesc cu sloboz pe buci si pe spate... Se lasa, extenuata, pe burta: - Doamne! N-am mai fost fututa ATAT de bine de mult, muuuuult timp! Ma aplec, deschid un sertar, scot un prosopel, i-l arunc pe fund, apoi ma intind la loc pe spate si inchid ochii, concentrandu-ma la muzica... Elena Jackson's Visitors It was Monday and Elena Jackson was doing her housekeeping. She lived in a perfectly ordinary house in a perfectly ordinary street and a perfectly ordinary part of the city. The sun was shining and the day was warming up. There was nothing outward to show anything was other than ordinary. Elena was happy today. Cleaning, dusting, doing the laundry and changing the beds, all ordinary Monday activities for Elena Jackson. Her daughter had visited over the previous weekend and had returned to her university in Manchester on Sunday evening. Her son would visit next weekend. He lived in the Birmingham and could easily drive over. Elena did not work. Well she did not do what people normally call work, but she earned a living by her own specialism. Accordingly, Elena expected callers during the week and her thoughts kept anticipating their visits. She already knew that one visitor would be her estranged husband, Alan. She had been separated from him for a little over a year but had not divorced him yet. Elena and Alan had been married when she was 21 years old and he was 24. Elena had worked for a couple of years before they started their family. They had their two babies, one of each, within their first five years together. They had moved into the house she still occupied today. She had then stayed at home and cared for the children until they finished school. As the years went by Alan seemed to lose interest in the family. Oh he did what was expected. He took them out when asked. He attended school parents' evenings but did not really take part. Later, he forgot birthdays and anniversaries. Then he missed dinners. He was detaching himself from their lives. The two of them argued about all sorts of minor and major items. She had to do the things he wanted without question but he had not always been like that. During their last months of living together Alan turned out to be controlling and uncaring towards her. Eventually he taken up with another woman and ignored Elena all together. However the new woman did not last long, maybe she got pissed off by his treatment of her. Elena could assume it was the same as the way he had treated her. Perhaps he simply got bored with her. Yes that would be it, good in bed but clueless elsewhere. Finally they both had had enough of their chaotic relationships. Elena decided that she and Alan should split up. Only trouble was he did provide the finance for their lives and he was great in bed. Elena thought she would never be able to find another man to fuck her quite like Alan did. It was a pity he could be such an arsehole the rest of the time. Alan moved out. He had set himself up in another place where he could live just as he wanted to. He now lived alone in the pokey flat above his shop in the town. He never found himself a woman to permanently share his life. Of course in the mean time he had been paying maintenance and child support. He also still paid his half of the mortgage. Their house was in joint names and he could not let this nest egg go. Oddly enough, she missed his company and the sex with him. So she had let him visit her, as long as he did not stay too long, to satisfy a mutual need. Now he regularly came back to Elena for the best sex he knew. She obliged him and this secured his payments to her. Alan had continued his financial support for the children until they were 18 and even helped them at university but this was ending when they started work. Elena had inherited an income from her father's estate when he died. This money, combined with the contributions from her husband made life possible. It left her a little short of funds, it barely sufficed, and there was no money for any extras. So at the age of 44 Elena had had to find an additional source of income. On Tuesday Gloria visited her. Elena had met Gloria many years earlier and they had become closely acquainted with each other. She was a tall imposing woman with mysterious beauty and very intelligent. She had a not married. She said that she seldom met men that she was sufficiently attracted to and men she did become attracted to were scared of her. Gloria was in charge of a litigation department for a sub-branch of a large legal firm. This position made her financially independent but lonely. Gloria regarded Elena as a friend and confidant. Elena regarded Gloria with some affection but it was more the relationship between counsellor and client than true friendship. There were also other benefits. At a few minutes after 12 noon Gloria strode purposefully up to Elena's home and pushed the door bell. Elena let Gloria into her home. Gloria changed when the door closed behind her. The confident controller in her dissolved into soft and needy girl. She threw her arms around Elena and begged kisses from her. They stood in the hallway holding each other, lips and tongues mashing together. Elena drew Gloria into the sitting room and pulled her down onto the sofa. They sat holding hands and looking at each other in silence for a few seconds. Elena spoke first. "Welcome back Gloria, I've been waiting for you all week." "Elena, you know I always love being with you, kiss me again, please." They kissed. "I've made some nibbles. Would you like a drink?" Elena moved into the kitchen. She returned with a tray of food and a bottle of Sauternes. She poured the wine for them both and they clinked glasses together. "Good health." "And yours too sweetness." They snacked and drank while they talked of their week. Elena stood and lifted Gloria's hand. Gloria followed her meekly to the bedroom. Scented candles had perfumed the room and the blinds diffused the warm sunlight around the bed. The bed was covered a deep quilt with fluffy pillows at the head. "Undress for me." Elena commanded Gloria. Gloria peeled off her blouse and skirt displaying her black lace underwear. "You look beautiful. Let me unhook you." Elena unfastened Gloria's bra and pulled her panties over her hips, letting them drop to the floor. She was left in her suspender belt and stockings. Gloria twisted around on her heels and fell back onto the bed. Elena looked into Gloria's eyes and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She was not wearing a bra. Her tits fell forward and Gloria reached for them. Elena kicked of her shoes and leaned to slip her skirt off. She had not worn panties either. She knelt on the end of the bed and put her mouth to Gloria's pussy. She licked and sucked Gloria's clit at the same time slid a hand under her arse to raise her hips up. A finger slipped between her cheeks and tickled her tight button anus. Gloria bucked up and Elena plunged tongue into her labia. Gloria squealed and reached again for Elena's body. This time she pulled Elena up to face her and their tits rubbed together hardening their nipples. Elena worked her fingers in Gloria's vagina and on her clit. Gloria wriggled and struggled but the pleasure overwhelmed her. She gripped Elena's neck and forced her lips onto her breasts. Elena gratified her by taking first the left then the right and sucking. Gloria came to an orgasm and gasped a few words. "Oh sweetheart don't stop that, never stop doing that to me." Elena shifted her legs and straddled Gloria's chest letting her bum rest on Gloria's tits. Gloria was faced with Elena's shaven pussy. She raised her head and took the swollen lips in her mouth. She flicked her tongue on Elena's clit and lapped at the moist slit in front of her. Elena held Gloria's head and stroked her hair. Elena's juices dribbled down her legs and she murmured in satisfaction. "You do such a good job. You are the perfect sex playmate, you know that don't you?" The two women lay side by side and caressed each other for the next minutes. "Come, let's shower." Elena helped Gloria from the bed into the en-suite. As the soothing water poured over their naked skin they sponged and soaped their aching bodies. Gloria dressed again. Elena pulled a robe around herself. On the sofa they took several deep breaths and finished the wine. Gloria picked up her handbag and handed Elena an envelope of money. She whispered, "Here's for your expenses. It's the same I usually pay. You certainly are worth every penny." Elena accepted the envelope and noted the thickness, judging the amount was what they had agreed on. "Thank you." She dropped her eyes. She led Gloria to the door and they kissed again. A long kiss between lovers. "Bye my lover." The severe business woman strutted back to her car and headed for another afternoon of work. "Bye, Gloria. See you next Tuesday." Elena closed the door, sighed and went to clean up the bedroom yet again. Wednesday was the day Alan came to bring the money he promised. To be fair he never missed paying Elena, but then again he never missed his reward. Lately Elena had noticed that Alan was more aggressive than in the past. He had got into bondage or S&M or something. Anyway he now liked sex to be much rougher than he had even when they lived together. She was dressed in her special 'Alan' underwear and a robe. 'Alan' underwear was cheapest she could find. Thin bra and panty sets with the stitching partly removed. This allowed him the pleasure of ripping her clothes off her body without actually hurting her. It put him in a good mood to think he was in command. She would just spike his beer as well to make it all happen quicker. He could make her feel good but there was no need to make it an ordeal. He arrived at 2:05pm, just like clockwork, his usual time. He knocked loudly on the door. Elena opened it and immediately turned away and led him into the lounge. She did not take him to the bedroom. Alan carried a bag in his right hand. "Strip off." He ordered. "I need you bad." "Good afternoon, Alan, have you had a fruitful week?" Elena pointedly asked. He calmed a little. "Yeah, I'm good." He took her hand and pulled her to him. He went to kiss her but she turned away. "Please don't kiss me. You don't really love me do you?" "I loved you once, let me hold you again". There was almost no enthusiasm in his voice, just a plain statement. She let him embrace her. She could feel his cock, erect under his trousers. "You are still good at it, aren't you, Alan?" He did not make a reply. He slipped his hand inside her robe and tugged it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor. She stood in only her underwear. "Magnificent. You're still magnificent. Twenty years and two kids and you have a great fucking body." "Twenty four years, but never mind. Want a beer?" She took the tops off two bottles, and then crushed a small tablet into his as she turned around. He gulped half the bottle straight down. "Here's your money. Mortgage payment, you are still paying that aren't you? There's no more maintenance since Susan turned 18. But I've put some pocket money in for you as long as you make me welcome." "Yes, I pay the mortgage. It's finished this year you know." She replied then added. "Come and sit next to me and I'll show you my welcome." Elena could still enjoy sex with Alan. He had a technique, and line of attack that could arouse her like nobody else could. Pity he was such a bastard at everything else and cruel sometimes with it. Still a good fuck and the cash made it worthwhile. As long as he did not hang about too much. Alan opened his bag and moved next to her. She became apprehensive. He picked a pair of handcuffs from the bag, grabbed her wrists and cuffed her hands together. Before she could react he pulled her ankles up and wrapped tape round them so she could not escape. He forced one hand down the front of her panties and squeezed her pussy. It hurt. "Yummy, that's sweet." He shoved a finger inside her. "You're getting wet aren't you?" She was not but would not admit that to him. He balled his fist and ripped her panties off. They gave way easily. Next he grabbed her tits, mauling and pinching. The bra went as easily as the panties. She shrank back and made her frightened face. That pleased him. He laughed. Alan unbuckled his trousers and dropped them to the floor. His cock jumped up in front of Elena. "Oh my god," Elena thought, "He's still got a great cock." Now she really did start to get moist. She stared at it wobbling about. "Use a condom, Alan. I don't want that in me without." To her surprise he had brought his own. "Open up, Gal." He demanded and held her chin. She knew what was wanted. She opened her mouth. He flicked her lips with his cockhead and slid it into her mouth. She closed around it and got to work on pleasing him. She used her tongue and lips to keep him happy. He arched over her and grunted. Just as she thought he was enjoying himself he pulled out and spun her round onto the floor. No finesse with Alan. He cut the tape holding her feet and spread her legs. Holding her cuffed hands he rammed his cock into her pussy from behind. It did not take long for him to come inside her. He puffed and grunted as he slowly shoved his length in up to the hilt. She used to like him doing this but all tenderness was gone. It was just raw sex now. She dropped onto the floor. He took cords from his bag and wrapped one round each of her feet. He rolled her over onto her back and tied the cords to stretch her legs far apart. Now he took a small leather strap from his bag and began beating her body. First he made light tickling swipes but then he struck harder aiming at her pussy, belly and tits. She shouted at him to stop. He wouldn't. She screamed in pain and he laughed. He knelt down and pushed his cock into her again. This time he fucked her hard. No gentleness. She was unable to interact or respond. This was a brutal fucking. He leaned on her and bit her tits and arms, marking her skin. He squirted his cum and pulled out. He stood and yanked off the condom to let the remains drip onto her hair and face. At that moment she hated him more than ever. "There, you bitch. I'll take you like that every time I come round. You are still the very best fuck in town." He took off the restraints and packed then in his bag, leaving Elena on the floor. He found her torn panties and wiped his cock on them. She sat up as he dressed himself and looked at him for an acknowledgement. Nothing. "I'll see myself out. Make sure you're ready next Wednesday." He left. Elena picked herself up off the floor and sniffed back a tear. At about half past four on Thursday afternoon young Peter Willen sprang from his car and walked briskly to Mrs Jackson's front door. Elena Jackson regarded him as young because he was only four years older than her own son. In fact the two boys had been in the same clubs at school and this was where she had first met him years ago. They had become reacquainted not long after Alan moved out, quite accidently, at the shopping centre near his office. Today he visited for her for an adult purpose. She had often wondered why he came. When she asked him he had told her he enjoyed the experiences that she could supply. She had asked him for money and he willingly paid. He added that she needed the cash and paying absolved him of any guilt feelings for not loving her. Their relationship remained a purely business transaction. Peter rang the door bell and stood back. Elena opened the door and invited him in. "Good afternoon, Mrs Jackson," he greeted her. "Good afternoon, Peter. I'm so pleased to see you." "Oh and I'm pleased to see you too Mrs Jackson." They embraced and hugged each other close. Elena could tell he was happy to see her. (He was not carrying a pistol in his pocket. She did not say it; he was too young to recognise the quote.) Peter always referred to Elena as Mrs Jackson. It was a hangover from his school days. He felt it showed respect for a lady who needed respect showing to her. He followed her through to the sitting room. She turned to face him. "This is for you." He took his wallet from his jacket and counted out some bank notes. "It's the usual amount." She watched him. Then took the money and put it in a box on the sideboard. "Thank you, Peter. Shall we go?" She led him to the bedroom. He took off his jacket and shirt. Sat on the chair at the side of the room and kicked off his shoes. Elena unfastened his trousers and pulled them off his legs. She stepped away and unbuttoned her dress, letting it slip over her body to the floor. She was left in her 'everyday' undies. They were pretty but not overtly sexy. Good enough for a young man to admire and then strip off her. Elena knelt in front of him and fondled his cock. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down to her tits, gently lifting them from their support. He stroked her nipples and rolled them between his finger tips causing them to stiffen. She worked on his cock and began to lick and kiss the swollen member. He lifted her up and she in turn kissed his chest and neck as she stood up. He tugged on her panties and slid them down her legs. Peter raised a hand and rubbed a finger up and down her slit, paying attention to the little nub of her clit that he could see poking out. She pulled back surprised and giggled. He continued playing between her legs with one hand while holding her bum with the other. She could not escape. He felt her wetness increasing as he fingered the honey pot. Peter urged her back to the bed and lay her down. He slipped on a condom and shuffled on his knees to get level with her before arching over. Elena took hold of his torso and pulled him to her. At the same time she spread her legs a raised her hips allowing a smooth entry. He pushed in slowly and let her gyrate to accommodate him comfortably. He had absolutely no desire to hurt her. He admired her mature body and the dark areoles of her full tits, so different from the skinny girls outside. Here she was his. They spend the next minutes savouring the ever-pleasing experience. She gasped and panted as he pumped into her. He flexed and strained using his legs and his arms to heighten the activity. Then their orgasms came. Both yelled in turn as the explosions of pleasure coursed through their brains. Once, then again. They lay side by side dabbing the sweat from their skin as it trickled in the crevices of their naked bodies. Peter rolled over and sat up gazing at her. "What's that?" He pointed to a yellow-blue mark on her shoulder. He looked over her more closely now. "And this?" There were puncture marks, bites, on her tits. "And here?" He was looking at the lacerations on her legs and belly. "My husband visited me yesterday." She said quietly. "He plays rough now." "He hurt you didn't he? I don't like you being hurt. Don't let him do it again." "Look here Peter. That's between him and me, you understand. What I do with him is my business." "I don't like him hurting you." "Peter it's... Well, it gets him off. I used to like it as well, when he wasn't so rough but I did use to like it. Now I don't stop him." "Mrs Jackson, he's hurting you. He's damaging you. I won't have you damaged." "Peter. I don't belong to you. Anyway, this is my job and this is part of the job. I do this for a living." "Not if you're defective. You're spoilt goods, Mrs Jackson. I won't have anyone hurting you for any reason. Let's get showered. " They showered together. Peter examined the markings on Elena's body. They dried off. He got dressed again and went to the door. "I'll be back again next Thursday Mrs Jackson." He hugged her again and walked away, unhappy at what he had seen. Friday afternoon was drawing to a close. Shortly before 6pm Geoffrey Rowley called on Elena. She opened the door to him with a smile and he smiled back. They felt a common bond in that both were separated from their spouses. Geoffrey's wife of more than thirty years had recently told him that she was bored by him and no longer needed him. She had had another man for years. Her lover was a richer man, a man who pampered her. He treated her as she felt she ought to be treated so Geoffrey was superfluous. She spent several nights each week with him and only returned to Geoffrey to 'keep him on side', whatever that was supposed to mean. In effect his wife had created an open relationship although Geoffrey did not want one. Elena Jackson's Visitors He knew she meant to get rid of him and rob him of his money unless he could get rid of her first. He was progressing this. In the meantime he had become reacquainted with Elena Jackson, a former colleague from a much earlier employment. Geoffrey was around 15 years older than Elena and had first met her before she was married. His position at that time prevented him from pursuing her. He had suspected all was not well with his own marriage even back then. Sometimes Geoffrey had wondered quite why he stayed with his wife. It was obvious to him, at that time his children needed to be cared for and his wife was a good mother. They had to be together. However she was a bad lover, as if she was not bothered about him at all. Elena had made tea, so she and Geoff sat together on the sofa chatting and drinking. Geoff had been visiting Elena for five months now. They always started their evenings with a general conversation about their expectations of what they wanted. Geoff had brought a change of clothing with him and got out of his office suit into his casuals. Elena wore a suitable dress for an evening out. Under the dress however, she wore the sexy dark red underwear she had especially selected for Geoff's visits. They were going for an early dinner at a restaurant Geoff had chosen. Then drinks and dancing, then back to her home for 'coffee'. She knew the plan and so did Geoff. The dinner was good, the drinks and dancing better. Elena unlocked the front door at 10:30pm and they went straight to the bedroom. No time for unnecessary preliminaries. In the bedroom she undressed for Geoff. She pirouetted in her flimsy underwear and threw her arms around him. He caressed her gently and kissed her full on the lips. He was the only man allowed to do that. He quickly lost his clothing and jumped onto bed. She stood at the foot of the bed and very slowly took off her bra, panties, shoes and stockings. Slowly, teasingly she approached him and got in beside him. "Come here young lady." Geoff took her in his arms. He stroked his hands across her back and pulled her lips to his. Their mouths met softly. One hand traced down her body to her breasts where he rubbed her nipples and followed up by kissing one at a time. Laying her gently down, he rose over her and slipped his fingers into her cleft. He toyed with her clit until she gasped in his ear and picked up her hips to meet him. "Oh Geoff don't stop," she whispered. She opened her thighs and rolled a little to let him move on top. His fingers entered into the moist opening and separated her pussy lips. His fore finger found her G-spot and tickled it making her push her hips up. He moved quickly and his cock entered the promised land. Elena lifted her legs and wrapped them round his body allowing him oscillate in her embrace. She put her arms round his shoulders so as not to let him escape. He was not leaving anyway. She lifted her vagina in tempo to meet each of his thrusts. They kept this motion going until they orgasmed. First her, then him. She gave a small squeal. "I must sound like a virgin," she thought and giggled. Elena smiled to herself and released Geoff. "Is something wrong?" Geoff asked as he collapsed back to the bed. "Absolutely nothing. You're so gentle I can't believe it. It's as if we were real lovers and not, well." Her voice faltered as it ran through her head what she was doing. "Not, well, just two people who know each other." "Elena, let's pretend that we are real lovers, as you put it. We are real lovers for a few hours." "OK Geoff, I will do that for you. I'll do whatever you want." They sank back into each other's arms and went into act two. Shortly after midnight Geoff got up and led her to the shower. They washed and cuddled under the tumbling water. "I must go home." Geoff told her. "I'll be back next week." "Please make sure you do." Elena replied softly. "You make the week worthwhile." "Do you say that to everybody?" He asked as he dressed. "Certainly not. I'm not saying why I only say it to you but I don't say it to anyone else." She pulled a robe around her and walked to the door. "Here. For you." Geoff handed her a folded envelope. "Thank you, Geoff." She opened the door and stepped back. Geoff patted her bum as he passed her and she squeezed his hand. He drove home to see what surprises his wife had in store for him. The next week Gloria could not make her day. Apart from that everything was as this week. Alan became even rougher with her. Peter noticed but said nothing. Geoff was as gentle as ever. Elena did not go short of money. Two months later the schedule was still intact. Peter again noticed that Elena was badly bruised and had cuts on her belly and tits. He was angry. "Elena, did he do that? Was it Alan?" His voice sounded as angry as he was. He stared at Elena. Elena was nervous. Peter had never shouted at her before and never called her by her name. She sensed that he was offended in some way. "Yes, Alan tied me up and whipped me." She whispered. "Look, Peter, it's what I do. He pays me and he does what he likes." "Not with you Mrs Jackson, he doesn't do whatever he likes. There are rules, boundaries to how he treats you. You are not his alone any more. You were once, I know, but not now. We share you and you should demand good treatment from us. Mrs Jackson you're not a street walker, you're not some cheap hooker. You are a welcome relief for a busy clientele, a girl friend we don't otherwise have. If you can't look after yourself we will have to look after you." "Peter, I know you mean well but you are so young. Do you really understand what I am about? You won't say it but I am a prostitute. OK I only have four clients, but you pay me for what we do together. Alan is just one of you." "No, Mrs Jackson. I do understand what you do but I, that's me personally, won't stand for you being damaged. I pay to hold an attractive body not a cut and bruised one. If you won't stop him I will." "Please don't do anything rash Peter. Come on now forget it and come to bed with me." The following week Alan did not appear. Peter visited on Thursday and Elena made him welcome as usual. She mentioned that Alan had not turned up and asked if Peter knew why. He simply replied that he would enquire around for her and dismissed her concerns. However the next day Mark, Elena's son, called to tell her that his father had been involved in a hit and run accident the Tuesday and was in hospital. Elena met both her children and they went to visit him. Alan had given an account of a drunken driver running him down in a club car park and not stopping. He had not recognised the car or seen its number. His left leg had been broken while the right had been badly cut and the knee dislocated. He also had bruising to his lower abdomen and face. Elena missed Geoff that night. She phoned him in the evening and told him what had happened. He assured her he understood and would visit her the next day. She accepted his offer. On Saturday morning Elena heard the doorbell ring. She opened the door and saw Peter standing there. She was somewhat surprised and pulled him inside. "Why are you here Peter?" she asked, "You can't stay. I have an appointment this morning." "Then I'll make it quick." He looked into her eyes and she saw he was serious. "Your shit of a husband has had an accident." "I know. I've seen him. He was run down." "Yes well." Peter hesitated. "It wasn't a complete accident. He was with a girl in a club. He was going to take her home. It was in the car park, they stopped for a kiss and she was holding his hand. Someone hit him. Then a car drove over his legs, twice. It seems the girl got into the car and it disappeared." "So you're saying he was deliberately attacked?" Elena asked. "It would seem so, wouldn't it?" "How do you know this, Peter?" "Oh, the girl he was with is a friend of mine. She arranged to meet him at that club. She told me what happened." Peter paused. "Anyway, there will be no beatings for you on Wednesday from now. Will there?" Elena was quiet for a few moments. She could not bring herself to ask the obvious question that was if Peter knew who was driving the car that ran Alan down. "See you Thursday. Bye Mrs Jackson." Peter left. An hour later Geoffrey arrived. He was carrying a bunch of flowers which he presented to her. He and Elena sat together on the sofa talking softly. She held onto him for comfort. It was clear that their relationship had developed beyond provider and customer. "Are you visiting Alan tonight?" "No," she replied, "Mark is seeing him. I don't feel any need to go. I still remember the beatings he gave me." Elena snuggled closer to Geoff. "I was told it wasn't an accident. Someone deliberately set out to hurt him. And I know why. I can guess who it was as well. The thought frightens me but reassures me at the same time. Someone is looking out for me." "Maybe more than one," Geoff added. Elena jerked her head up and looked at him. "Oh. You mean..?" She stopped. She was now certain who had done it. Geoff stroked a hand across her tits and loosened the buttons on her blouse and with an easy movement pulled it over her head. She raised her hips and Geoff helped her with her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Her bra and panties followed. Elena lay back on the sofa and pulled Geoff on top of her naked body. Geoff lifted himself enough to unfasten his trousers and Elena pushed them down. The two of them came together in a coupling that released the pent up tension which the events of the week had caused to her. She whimpered with pleasure in the comfort of his gently swaying grip. They held onto each other and then relaxed into a contented embrace. Geoff left a couple of hours later saying he would need to see her earlier than usual on Friday. The visiting arrangement returned to schedule for a few weeks, except for Alan's absence of course. Peter missed most of his afternoons but still called in to make sure she was safe. Actually he enjoyed her company and missed seeing her. Elena got her divorce from Alan moving. The grounds were whatever the legal terms are for 'being pissed off with the abusive bastard'. Three weeks after Alan's hospitalisation Gloria arrived at midday on Tuesday. Today she brought a new friend with her. Bridget was introduced to Elena by Gloria as her new partner. Bridget was in her late twenties, not very tall with straight blonde hair and the biggest tits that could be supported by her rather slight frame. "Elena, this is Bridget. We are a couple and she will be living with me from now. Dearest Elena," Gloria took Elena's hand and pulled her to her. "You and I have had the most interesting experiences and enjoyable moments together. Thank you for everything you have done for me. We both knew these visits would finish sometime. That's today." Gloria held Elena's chin and kissed her lips, their first real kiss. "I can never forget you sweetheart. We must remain friends forever." "That's OK Gloria. And Bridget," Elena replied. "Actually I sensed that my career was coming to an end after Alan's, er.., misfortune. You're right and it is time to move on. I was pleased to have you and would like to keep you as a friend." Elena opened her drinks cabinet and they toasted their futures. Later that afternoon three rather tipsy and very happy women kissed farewell and parted. None could remember details of their conversations. On Thursday Peter bounded up to Elena's front door and rang the bell. When she opened it he picked her up and kissed her. "Lot of kissing this week," she thought, "Why's that?" Peter dragged her into the sitting room and sat down with her beside him. "Well, Elena," Peter started, "I've getting engaged at the weekend. Are you surprised? He looked closely into her eyes waiting for a response. "Oh Peter, I'm so happy for you. Who's the girl?" She smiled at him. "Her name is Krista. I met her at work last year, we got together two months ago. It means I'll have to give you up though." "Yes, all right Peter, I shan't be carrying on much more anyway. I've got to finish this line. Time to move on." With Alan, Gloria and now Peter no longer needing her abilities, she would retire. She opened the drinks cabinet again and again she toasted the future with a friend. Peter held her in his arms and they talked about the future. "What will you do now Elena?" Peter asked. "Will you be OK for money?" "I've not decided, but I'll sell the house for the divorce settlement and find a cheaper place. I'll be OK, don't worry." "I will worry, you know that now. I'll try to keep in touch. You know I can't invite you to my wedding, you realise that of course. I can't tell Krista exactly who you are yet but, well, I'll say we had a working association at some time if we ever meet." "No Peter, you can't think of me when you are married. That's what arsehole Alan did all the time. Thought of other women." They spent a last pleasant hour together and then parted. On Friday Geoff arrived early again as he had promised. He also kissed her at the door. Elena was getting used to this. They sat in two chairs facing each other in silence. Elena guessed something had happened. "I am divorcing my wife." He made a bald statement. "She has not been home for two weeks. Most of her stuff is gone from the house. It's as if she doesn't live there now, well she hasn't for some time really if I'm honest. It's over between her and me." A tear formed in Geoff's eye in a moment of sadness. "Worst part is the kids are on her side, in spite of all I've done for them. I think they see the money-bags lover's dosh dangling in front of them. My bet is they won't get much of it. Ha-ha." He gave an ironic laugh. Elena moved on to his lap and put her arms around his neck. He held her like a man holds his lover, not like bought woman. "Geoff, you and I are at the same crossroads, aren't we. Let me help you now. Which way shall we go?" "I don't know Elena. Just talk to me about being at home. I've lost my home life." The drinks cabinet was hit for the third time that week. They sat on the floor together with a bottle of Scotch and emptied it. Geoff did not go home that night. The sex was good and it was long. A day and a half in bed together. Naked and sweaty. Who cares? They did not get up until Saturday evening when they went out to eat. Geoff felt a lot better for it. In the next months Geoff visited Elena more frequently and took her out at weekends. They had all the appearances of a couple. Geoff's divorce was settled. Contrary to his fears his wife did not try to take everything. She just made sure there was provision for their children. Mr Money-bags took care of everything else. The guess was that he wanted a free live-in carer for his old age. Elena had half of the joint property and savings at the divorce from Alan. She would have a share of his pensions when they became due and she got to live in the house. She had hidden her earnings from her part-time activities. A year after Elena stopped having her afternoon visitors, she and Geoff arranged a barbeque in the garden. Elena's children came and a few friends. So did two couples, Gloria with Bridget and Peter with Krista. This was the first time the three visitors had met together. Notably Geoff's children were absent. Alan absent was, of course. On advice received he had sold his shop and left town. Also missing was Paula, Peter's sister, who coincidently was Alan's date on the night of his accident. It was she who had been holding him in the car park immediately before he was knocked down. However only Peter and Paula knew that and they kept it secret. Geoff called out and said he had an announcement. He had sold his house and had bought Alan's half of Elena's house. They were now living together. He went down on one knee in a theatrical gesture and asked Elena if she would accept him in her life as a partner. She said she would and he slipped a gold ring onto her finger. It was not a wedding ring and they never did get married, yet both were happy with the arrangement they made. Any visitors from then on made purely social calls.