0 comments/ 27170 views/ 4 favorites Talk By: kidthor Tina rolled grudgingly over and groped for the whining phone. Her grasping hand sent a dog-eared paperback from the bedside table before her fingers encircled the receiver. “Hello,” she mumbled wearily. “Talk to me,” the caller replied. “Sorry? What?” she questioned. She began to bristle at the thought of a wrong number waking her from a dead sleep. “Who are you? Do you know what time it is?” “It’s late. Or early…depending.” “Depending on what?” She asked. “Depending on a lot of things. Where you are. Where I am. What time you normally go to bed. Any number of things at all, actually, but I didn’t call you to talk semantics.” “What did you call me for then?” Tina was intrigued now. The man’s voice was subtle, deep and soothing…and slightly sensual. “Tell me something.” “Tell you what?” She listened intently to the silence, thick and lengthy. “Tell me something private.” Tina was beginning to feel aroused despite herself. The voice was so calm, and confident. It resonated inside her head. She could feel herself becoming flushed. “Private? Like what?” “Something deep and dark. Tell me a secret.” His voice slid in and out of her recollection. It was elusive, slippery and sexual, and it was turning her on. “A secret? Why should I tell you any thing?” She could hear his breathing, solid and even. The silence stretched into an eternity. She realized quite suddenly that she desired him to answer. She needed it. Was he going to make her beg? Just when she thought she would burst, he whispered throatily into the receiver. “Because you want to.” His reply made Tina moan, quietly and involuntarily. “Yes,” she sighed. How did he know? How was he doing this to her? She cradled the receiver on her shoulder as her hands began to run over her tingling skin. Her nipples where hard now and she could feel the familiar slickness between her legs. “A secret,” the voice demanded. She was trembling at the sound of him. His voice echoed through her burning body, her hands intent on dousing the flames. “I’m wet,” she breathed. “That’s no secret. I can hear you breathing hard. I can almost smell you through the phone.” She shivered at his observations. Her hand slowly ran down her stomach, drawing ever closer to the mass of pent up desire she longed to release. “A secret is what you want,” she managed between moans. “I want to be fucked hard right now. I want you to fuck me hard right now.” He laughed, low and sinister. “That is no secret either.” Click. Tina deflated. She tossed away the lifeless receiver. She could not remember the last time she was this aroused, but without his voice, it meant less than nothing. Now she could hear the operator droning from the discarded receiver in the corner. “If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again…” all saccharine and apathetic. She tossed back the covers and stalked into the bathroom. She splashed her face and the frigid water dislodged the last bit of sleepiness from her eyes. She eyed herself suspiciously in the mirror. What the fuck just happened? A prank call? Certainly not just a heavy breather. He felt familiar, but only on a primal level. His voice spoke to her wanton desires. She abandoned the idea of sleeping anytime soon and curled up under a heavy blanket on the couch. She clicked the remote and the TV sparked to life. She found some old black and white movie, so bad it was good and some hours later, she fell asleep. She slept fitfully, restlessly, his voice taunting her from the recesses of her memory. Tina had been late to work the next day. She didn’t hear her alarm from the couch. She rushed in and tossed her coat and purse on the floor of her cubicle, snatching up her headset and clicking on her PC as quickly as possible. It was only a moment before the headset pulsed into her ear. She hesitated, her mind betraying her, flashing back to her last phone conversation. Her finger hovered over the switchboard a moment. She silently scolded herself for letting him get to her this much. She clicked a button and spoke. “Ross Telecommunications. This is Tina. How may I help you today?” Thankfully, the voice on the line belonged to a little old lady, confused about her long distance bill. After dozens of calls and several stiff cups of coffee, Tina had all but forgotten last nights call. She took a hurried, half-as-long-as-usual lunch break to make up for her tardiness. Not very hungry, she ate only half a salad and a diet soda, and soon she was back to answering calls again. Her greeting had become a mantra to her, said with exactly the same cadence and inflection every time, the customers voices were the impetus that dragged her into the here and now. She clicked another button and instinct kicked in. “Ross Telecommunications. This is Tina. How may I help you today?” “Hello again.” His voice made her breath catch in her throat. Immediately she could feel the passion welling up inside her. “Tell me a secret. A real secret or I’ll hang up on you again.” She was confused and excited all at once. This was definitely more than a coincidence. “I…I can’t,” she stammered. “They monitor the calls…They may be listening.” She waited anxiously, not wanting him to hang up again, but knowing that she should. “Tell me a secret. They can hear it too.” Tina looked around. Her cubicle hid her from the casual view of most in the office, except for Nadine across the way, and she was embroiled in a heated discussion over long distance rates. With a deep breath, Tina replied. “I’m not wearing any panties today.” She heard the voice on the other end breathe deep. He gave a slight chuckle. “Now that is a juicy secret. Tell me…how does it feel? The air breathing on your sex. The feel of your slick lips rubbing together when you walk. They are…slick… aren’t they?” “Yes,” she whispered. “How slick? So slick that your chair is wet? So slick that you worry about a wet spot on the back of your skirt? So slick that you want to finger yourself right now…?” His deep voice trailed off. She could hear him begin to breathe harder. She became exhilarated at her newfound power. “Yes. I want them inside me. I’m so wet and my clit is so hard.” “Then do it. Finger fuck yourself.” Tina was beyond all reason now. She had to relieve herself. Looking to see if Nadine was still occupied, she shifted in her chair and hiked up her skirt. She could smell her passion, and for a moment, she was worried that everyone else would to, but she was beyond the point of stopping. She slowly ran a finger along the length of her slit and it came away glistening with her juices. “Ohhh.” “It feels good doesn’t it?” “Yes,” she moaned. “So good.” She began to press her palm into her swollen clit. “Taste yourself,” he demanded. Tina lifted the moistened digit to her lips and made a production of licking it clean, lips smacking on the sweet taste of desire. He let out a small moan. “Make yourself cum.” “Here?” Tina was biting her lip now holding back her moans. “Yes. Right now.” Without reply, she slid a finger inside herself. Her tiny whimpers forced through trembling lips where the only affirmation he needed. She ground her pelvis into the palm of her hand, her hard clit sending surges of pleasure through her body. She clenched the armrest with a white-knuckled hand trying hard to stay upright in her chair. “Mmmm. You sound like you’re close.” “Yes,” she gasped. “God, I’m so close now.” “Cum for me…now.” The forceful urgency of his request shot her over the edge. She bit down hard on her lip, clenched her thighs around her hand, and doubled over in her chair, came with force of a hurricane. Once her breathing quieted, he spoke again. “That was very sexy,” he breathed into the phone. “Thank you for the secret.” There was a sudden click and the phone went static. Still breathing hard, she looked around to see if she had been seen. Nadine was just hanging up the phone. “Tina, honey you ok? Oh…what’s that on your lip dear? You’re bleeding.” Tina licked a small trickle of coppery blood from the corner of her mouth. “Oops. Be right back Nadine.” Tina couldn’t get to the bathroom soon enough. Looking in the mirror, she could see a tiny cut on her lip where she had bitten it. She was still a little weak in the knees. For the second time in 24 hours, she regarded herself skeptically in the mirror. “What are you doing? This is not sane behavior.” Her voice echoed of the bathroom wall, and faded, but she could not avoid her own judgmental stare. Tina slept sporadically that night waiting for phone to ring. When she awoke to the sound of her alarm clock the next morning, she sighed disappointedly. She got ready for work, once again forgoing the panties, just in case. Just as she was ready to leave, something caught her fancy. She dug around the top drawer of her dresser, grinning when she felt her fingers close around the object. She stuffed it hurriedly into her purse and headed off to work. She made it to work early, grabbed a cup of coffee, and got setup at her PC. Her first call came through shortly. “Ross Telecommunications. This is Tina. How may I help you today?” “I want you to cum for me again.” Instantly she could feel the lust welling inside her. She didn’t answer him. She only wanted to hear his voice. “Are you wet, Tina? Tell me a secret and I’ll let you finger yourself again.” She sighed, unable to control her reaction, but she still couldn’t bring herself to answer him. “You do want to cum don’t you Tina? I know you do. You want to cum so hard you scream. You can. Tell me a secret.” She grabbed her purse from beside the desk, and fumbled around inside it. “I’m not wearing panties again,” she sighed. “I know that Tina. That is no secret…” “Wait,” she interjected. “Don’t hang up. That wasn’t the secret. I…I brought something with me today.” “What did you bring?” he asked. She could barely will her lips to speak. She was trembling now, with desire and anticipation. “I brought my vibrator,” she whispered into the headset. There was a deep, quick laugh on the other end of the line. “And what do you plan to do with that, Tina?” She pulled the vibrator quickly from her purse and shoved her hand under the desk so no one would see it. “I’m going to make myself cum while you talk to me,” she moaned into the headset. “I want you to tell me what you want to do to me.” “No, Tina. This is my game. I make the rules. Now, turn it on the slowest speed. Hold it up to the mouthpiece so I can hear it.” Tina clicked it on, and its quiet buzzing, sent a shock through her. She looked around and then held it up to her headset. “Now Tina, I want you to rub it slowly over your clit. I know it’s already hard. And you’re already wet too aren’t you?” “Yes,” she whimpered just as the tip of the vibrator touched her swollen clit. “I want you to trace it in circles around your clit and then I want you to rub it up and down your soaking lips,” he breathed anxiously. His heightened arousal excited her more. She was breathing harder now. She felt like her nipples would burst through the thin fabric of her shirt. “Turn it up higher. Slide it inside you...slowly.” She complied, a wave of wanton pleasure washing over her as she did. She continued to work the vibrator in and out while she rubbed her clit. She whimpered into the headset and in reply he moaned into the receiver. “I’m cumming,” she announced in a trembling voice. For the second time in as many days, she found herself doubled over the desk while she came fiercely. She could hear a deep moan on the other end of the line, and it intensified her orgasm. When she found enough breath, she spoke. “You came didn’t you?” Tina asked quietly. Other than his heavy breathing, there was only silence. “Tell me,” she pleaded. “I want to know if you came as hard as I did. “Yes,” he whispered. “I want you to tell me how you touch yourself when you talk to me. I want you to tell me how your cock feels when you cum. I want you to cum inside me. God, I want that so bad.” His breathing was quickening again. She began to slowly rub the vibrator along her drenched lips again. “I want you to tell me right now,” she demanded. “I can’t.” Click. Once again her phone went dead. She sighed loudly and took of her headset. She tucked the vibrator back into her purse. “Nadine, I’m going to the bathroom,” she called over her shoulder. “Okay, Hon.” Tina did a quick check to see if anyone else was in the bathroom. When she was satisfied that the coast was clear, she locked herself in a stall. She hiked up her skirt and she could see her sex glistening with her juices. She fumbled in the purse for the vibrator, as one hand began to rub her swollen clit. She clicked the vibrator on high speed, and began to slide its tip around her clit. She slipped a finger inside herself and as she did her quiet moans echoed in the stall. Soon her pelvis was grinding into her busy hands. She was very close when she heard the bathroom door open, the hum of a busy office only several feet away. She heard the click high heels on the linoleum, and a figure flashed across the crack in the stall’s door. She clenched her thighs around the vibrator and bit her lip. She could hear the water running, and someone softly singing. Her body tensed and she came hard, her mind thinking about his low voice and his moans when he came. She buried her face in the crook of her arm, in an attempt to muffle her cries. Just as her orgasm subsided, there was a knock on the stall door. It was Nadine. “You okay, Hon?” Tina managed a quick reply through ragged breaths. “Yeah, Nadine. I’m okay. Just not feeling myself lately, is all.” “Okay Hon. Let me know if you need anything.” “Sure will. Thanks.” “No problem,” Nadine called as she left. Tina couldn’t get his voice out of her head. He was driving her insane with lust. She had to do something. He fell asleep shortly after midnight. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was a quick learner. She was getting good at this game. Fast. It had thrown him at first, but then he decided that he liked it. Just after he drifted off, the phone rang. He fumbled for the receiver in the darkness. “Hello.” “Tell me a secret.” At the sound of Tina’s voice, he shot up in bed. “H...how? How did you find me?” he marveled. “I work for a phone company. I know people. Tell me a secret.” Her voice prodded him into arousal. His hand snaked down his stomach, over his abdomen, and encircled his swelling member. “Ohhh God, Tina…your voice. I heard it for the first time a few weeks ago when I called about my bill. So warm and sweet. So sexy. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” “Tell me a secret.” “God, I want you so bad. I’m so hard right now just hearing your voice.” He was trembling now, as he stroked his length. ‘Tell me, how bad? How hard?” she demanded. “I don’t just want you, I need you. I’ve never been this hard.” He moaned quietly and she could hear his breathing getting quicker. She imagined him gliding a practiced hand over his manhood. Stretching the soft skin over the mass of swelling veins. A tiny drop of precum seeping out the purple, spongy tip. Her fingers began their descent to her soaking sex. She pinched at a nipple as two fingers slid inside her, and her thumb worked her engorged clit. She moaned loudly and he countered. “I want you to fuck me,” she begged. “Please…Fuck me hard. Make me cum.” “I want you to feel me inside of you. Imagine my hard cock, pressing at your slick pussy. Sliding, slowly inside you, inch by inch.” “Ohhh….” The sound of her moans was driving him mad with desire. He let out a guttural moan of his own and continued. “I want you to feel my weight as I push all the way inside you. Deeper than you’ve ever been fucked before, your pussy so tight and wet, squeezing my cock…milking it.” “Ohhh…Fuck yes! I want it harder,” she pleaded. “I want to feel your cock stretching my pussy. Filling me up, till I can’t take anymore. I want to feel you cum inside me.” “Ohhh…Tina, I am gonna cum inside you.” She whimpered, her fingers drenched and nearly over the edge. He moaned loudly and the sound set her off. She clenched her thighs around her probing hand and cried out, drowning in waves of pleasure. Her cries brought him to completion. His manhood erupted, his molten seed bursting forth, flowing over his hand and down his thighs. “Ohhh…” They lay there for an eternity, only the sounds of labored breathing between them. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, with his essence smeared over his hand and abdomen. He could picture her in much the same state. The sound of her breathing made his bed smaller somehow. Finally she broke the silence. “So…Same time tomorrow night?” Talk I sat on the porch drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, enjoying the warm breeze of a summer morning. When you're a single, middle-aged man, it's the little things in life that seem to be the most enjoyable. "Good morning, Ollie!" Julie my neighbor smiled and waved at me from across the street before climbing into her jeep. Her son, Tyler followed close behind her, nodding at me as he strolled towards the car. Tyler was young, maybe a senior in high school by now. He was small for his age, skinny and pale. His mother, Julie, had raised him by herself, after her husband left her while she was still pregnant. While Tyler was growing up, Julie relied on me to be a father figure to Tyler, or at least another guy to talk to about...guy stuff. It didn't take long for me to pick up on some on Tyler's peculiar behaviors as a kid. Like taking time and care to pick out matching clothes each day for school, or not asking questions about girls and cooties. He'd always kept to himself. No girlfriends or school dances, just books and writing; by the time Tyler was 10 I was sure that he was gay. Back in the day, I had done my fair share of experimenting with other men. Casual sex and hookups, mostly. Nonetheless, I can usually pick up on subtle cues. Now that Tyler was getting older, I didn't spend as much time with him, and it was harder to read him. It came as a surprise to me then, when I received an email from Julie later on that week. "Hi Ollie, I hope this isn't asking too much, but I am wondering if you could talk to Tyler about girls. I've already had "the talk" with him, but I want to make sure that he is being safe. I think he likes a girl in his English class. All of my love, Julie" I read the email several times. Unsure of what to think, and even more-so, what to say. Tyler was already 18, surely he understood everything about girls, and sex. And shit, he probably knew even more about male anatomy, if you know what I mean. I emailed Julie back and agreed to swing by her house on Saturday while she was out for the day and Tyler would be home alone. That night, while I was showering I thought about Tyler, and what I might talk to him about. I pictured his penis, erect. I imagined his slim pale body bent over his bed, with his ass in the air. I pictured his wavy brown hair becoming matted and damp as he works his own cock. A wave of lust came over me. My 7-inch cock had become rock hard and was throbbing. I felt embarrassed about having such a strong desire for my good friend's son. I was beginning to grey, while Tyler hadn't grown a single facial hair. I knocked lightly on the front door of Tyler and Julie's on Saturday morning. Nobody answered the door, so after a minute I let myself in. I heard a noise upstairs and quietly ascended the staircase to Tyler's bedroom. I tapped lightly on his door. "Tyler? Hey buddy, it's Ollie. Can I come in?" "Uhh, I mean yeah sure. What do you need?" I heard a little scratchy voice. I must have woken him up. I walked into the bedroom, which I found to be extremely tidy. Everything was in its place. Tyler was lying in bed wearing only plaid boxers. I glanced over at his mac that was open on his desk. An internet page was opened that looked like schoolwork. The other tabs were RedTube and Guys.com. I knew it. I know my gay porn sites. "Ollie?" Tyler was standing up now. I blushed as I looked over at him, realizing that he had just caught me snooping. "So your mom wanted me to talk to you." I said, sitting on his bed. "About what?" Tyler sat down next to me. "Well, that's a good question. About girls, sex, porn, anything really, I guess." I could see a small patch of Tyler's pubic hair through the fly of his boxers. I swallowed hard, feeling a swelling sensation in my groin. I switched positions on the bed hoping to hide my thick cock that was beginning to strain against my jeans. "Oh. Well, I don't think I really need to talk about any of that with you. But thanks," Tyler said as he stood up and slipped on a pair of shorts. He turned around and looked at me, indicating that we were done, and the conversation was over. But I wasn't quite ready to leave. "Do you sleep with girls often? Having sex is actually good for you, you know. It's a proven fact," I stated. "No, I don't sleep with girls, for your information, and even if I did, I wouldn't want to talk to you about it anyway." Tyler snapped. He was clearly feeling embarrassed, and didn't like that I was pushing him. My cock yearned. I glanced down and blushed again as I realized that the bulge in my jeans was entirely noticeable. "Well that's no fun," I laughed, "do you at least masturbate? I jerk off all of the time." Tyler tilted his head and squinted his eyes a little, absorbing my words. "Yeah," I continued, "Sometimes just stroking your own cock, and watching videos or looking at pictures will really turn me on. It's fun!" Tyler subtly adjusted his shorts and pulled at his boxers. He was getting hard. "You do?" Tyler asked. "I've masturbated but I've never had sex." Tyler's muscles were no longer clenched, and I could tell he was beginning to loosen up. I decided to take a leap of faith. "I have an idea," I said, "let's masturbate together, and I'll tell you everything you need to know about sex." Without missing a beat, I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down around my ankles. My briefs outlined my massive piece. Pulsating, longing for contact. "Woah." Is all Tyler managed to get out before awkwardly choking and coughing. He slowly undid his shorts while I pulled down my boxer briefs. "Mine is so stupid and small compared to yours," Tyler said, defeated. I gently rubbed my hand over his tented boxers. I moved down, to his balls, gently cupping them over the fabric. I pulled his boxers all the way off, revealing his light brown pubic hair. I continued to gently work him. "Yours is great," I whispered. Then the room fell silent. Tyler's head leaned back and his body seemed to tremble as I touched his small cock. He let out small moans between huffs of air. I don't think anyone had touched him like this before, which made it even more arousing for me. My towering cock wasn't getting enough attention, so I pulled Tyler closer to me. Tugging his skinny arm over to my crotch, and letting his hand settle on top of my fully erect mass. I gushed as his hand slowly opened, and began feeling around. My large balls, thick black pubic hair and veiny cock looked massive and manly in comparison to his 18-year-old boy cock. I filled with lust as Tyler became more comfortable touching me. I grabbed his neck and pulled him down on top of me. He immediately obeyed. Placing his mouth around the tip of my cock. His warm mouth and saliva on the tip of my hard cock made me crazy. I pushed his head further and further down towards my base. I was grunting with ecstasy. I knew that he had watched porn and seen all of these things before, but it was very obvious that he had never done them with someone. He seemed eager to gain experience. As he continued to suck my giant cock, only getting about half way down the shaft, I reached over and rimmed his virgin hole with my thumb. I was so tight. My penis throbbed as I envisioned penetrating Tyler's virgin ass hole. I pumped my finger in and out of his waiting for a response. He just continued to moan and bob his head up and down my penis. "One sec," I said abruptly, pushing Tyler off my cock and running to Julie's bedroom. It was sad that I knew where she kept her lube, but right now it couldn't be more convenient. I squirted lube into my hand and rubbed it up and down my cock as I ran back to Tyler's room. He had a puzzled look on his face as he tried to figure out where I had gone. He looked at the bottle of lube. I grabbed him by the neck and shoved him onto the bed, maybe a bit too forcefully. His slinky body slammed into the mattress and I pushed some pillows under his stomach, elevating his virgin ass into the air. I lubed up my fingers and thrusted them into his hole. Pushing in and out. "Ollie, I don't know if-" "Shut Up!" I yelled. Shattering the quiet home. My cock was aching in ecstasy as I completely dominated the boy. He knew that he had no choice but to receive the gift I was about to give him. While prepping his hole I used my other hand to work his cock. Hard and fast with lube. He quickly began groaning with desire. It didn't take long for him to reach the brink of an orgasm. I took my opportunity. I plunged my massive 7-inch cock into his tight hole. Thrusting in one massive stroke. Tyler screamed in agony. His pain made me even more lustful. "Shut up and take it, boy." I snarled. Thrusting harder into his ass. Tyler screamed again. "I can't take it!" He cried, but it was too late. I was completely overcome and his tight hole was bringing me ever-closer to an orgasm. I continued to penetrate him. Grabbing his thin shoulder blades and pulling them toward me as I thrusted rhythmically. After a few minutes Tyler's cries of agony were replaced with deep groans of desire each time my cock fully penetrated him. By balls slapping him every thrust. My massive cock had never felt so hard. Tyler's tight ass was making my entire body shake as waves of pleasure fell across my body. Tyler continued to groan and I grew closer to an orgasm. I grabbed his cock and jerked it off as I began pumping faster into his boy-hole. Tyler let out a high pitch squeal as a long white ribbon of cum streamed from his piece. In a few more thrusts I also exploded with pleasure and shot a giant load into Tyler's ass. I moaned loudly. And trembled as I slowly pulled out of him and collapsed on the bed. We sat there for a moment in silence. I eventually got up and got dressed. "Well I hope you know you can always come to me if you have any questions." I winked at him before closing the door. Talk about FUNK This is a work of fiction and all characters (with the exception of the name of the band involved) within exist only within the confines of my imagination. This work remains the sole property of the author. All copyright laws apply. I would like to thank sexi_sub for her help in editing this story to bring it up to Literotica's standards. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The weather was perfect for going to an outdoor concert at the State Fair! I had been waiting for so long for this concert that I arrived at the Fair several hours early and wandered around, enjoying the sights, sounds and smells that only a State Fair can evoke. Finding a brew tent that sold a local microbrewery's finest efforts, I sampled several varieties before settling on their Irish type. It was a dark and delightfully creamy offering that was the closest thing to sex for your mouth without a partner available. As it drew closer to the time for the concert, I decided to stake my claim on a place to watch the show from. Not a big problem because I always have my own seating with me wherever I go. Oh, might as well get right out with it, I'm in a power mobility chair, having suffered an amputation several years ago. I found what I thought was going to be the perfect spot to watch the concert from. It was dead center stage, right in front of where the sound crew was set up, separated from the folding chairs set up for everyone else by a space of about 30 feet. I settled into my spot and chatted with several people that thought it would be a good spot to set upn chairs as well. Concert time was fast approaching and the seating was filling steadily. Unfortunately, so was the dead space between where I was and the seats in front of me. "Fuck this," I said to myself and rolled forward, finding a new position in the aisle of the last row. Suddenly, Grand Funk Railroad took the stage and began belting out the greatest rock music in the world! The crowd was on their feet instantly, rocking to the beat. My new perfect spot wasn't so perfect as I couldn't see very well, so I hit a switch on my chair, elevating me close to a foot higher! Perfect! Great view for me, sucked for anyone behind me. I was now doing what was done to me by blocking their view. I couldn't take it any longer to remain seated and stood on my remaining leg, using the chair edge to lean on and rocked along with everyone else. Tiring a bit, I sat back between songs, and felt a pair of arms being squashed between my back and the seat back! I turned to see whose arms they were and saw this woman. She was perhaps in her mid to late forties. She had her long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her tight tank top accentuated a pair of 34 C breasts. Her eyes and mouth smiled at me as I apologized for leaning back on her arms like that. She quickly blurted out her reply, "It's me that should be apologizing for using your chair to lean on like that." As the band played "Ride Captain Ride" we chatted a bit and she admitted her legs and feet were getting a bit sore but she couldn't see a single seat available and was about to head out to try to find a place to sit and rest. I boldly offered my lap as a place to sit, thinking she would just laugh and turn me down. I mean this woman was a stone cold fox and way out of my league. With a grin, she replied, "I'll take you up on that, but you're going to have to lower the seat." Without hesitation, I lowered the seat on my chair, she came around from behind me and plopped her sweet little ass down on my lap. As she walked past me to get in front of me, I finally saw the rest of her outfit. It was a 70's style miniskirt that was more like a belt then a skirt! At least half her ass cheeks were exposed by it, and without any panty being exposed, it made me wonder if she was commando or wearing a thong? Well, wiggling her ass to get comfortable on my lap, she settled in and leaned back into my chest, her head resting against my chin. We sat there swaying to the music, her ass, grinding into my now erect cock! On a side note, since this story has some semblance of truth to it, I'm not going to say that I have a 9" cock, but a very nice 6 inch uncut cock that is fairly thick. As the song ended, she turned her head, her lips brushing my ear as she spoke the words that I still have trouble believing I heard. As she said, "Sitting in your lap like this has made me so fucking horny," she reached over, taking my hand in hers and slid it in between her thighs. I was in heaven as I felt the heat and moisture emanating from her thong! But wait a minute... instead of the wet pussy I expected to feel under her panties, there was a bulge! "What the fuck," I thought to myself, "she's got more cock between her legs then I do." Before I could react though, she began licking my earlobe, then turning her head even more, kissed me on the mouth, her tongue thrusting deep into my mouth. I had drunk just enough beer that I responded to her kiss with as much passion and lust as she put into it. Taking my free hand, I slid it up under her top, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. Pinching one between my fingers, I tugged on it to see what her tolerance and acceptability to pain was. "Harder baby, pinch my nipple harder!" I pinched, tugged and rolled that nipple like I was trying to pull it off her tit. She thrust her tongue even deeper into my mouth then I thought was possible, as I thought, "Damn, is this Gene Simmons in drag?" At the same time thinking what that tongue could do in other applications! As the concert ended, I looked into her eyes and in all seriousness, asked that age-old question. "Your place or mine?" "My room mate is home and has company over tonight, that's why I came to the concert, so, it looks like we're heading to your place, baby." "Want to stay here a bit longer and enjoy the fair, or split now?" The look in her eyes was one of pure lust as she moaned into my ear. "There is only one thing I'm interested in riding now, stud!" With that, I put my chair in gear, leaving her sitting on my lap and proceeded rolling towards the parking lot and my truck. Being a gentleman as I am, I even opened her door and closed it for her after she was seated, then loaded my chair into the back. As we drove out of the lot, she reached over and began stroking my cock thru my pants before unzipping them and fishing my cock out with her soft hand, slowly stroking me up and down. Unbuckling her seat belt, she leaned over, kneeling on her seat and began to lick the head of my cock gently, swirling the tip in the precum drooling out of the head. "Oh damn baby, your cum is so sweet." Her fingers caressing my balls as she took long slow lollipop licks up and down the shaft, her tongue as hot as molten lava. With no warning what so ever, she plunged her mouth down, engulfing the entire length of my cock into her mouth, gagging slightly as the head entered her throat. "Oh fuck," was all I could manage to moan out. Reaching out, I popped one of her tits out of her top and squeezed it rather roughly, again testing her threshold of pain. "Harder," she moaned, "make me your bitch, Sir!" As we pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex, I told her to leave your tit hanging out as we head for my place. "Yes Sir!" She tucked my drenched cock lovingly back into my jeans and zipped me back up, taking care to make sure that I would not be pinched by the zipper. Thank god my apartment isn't far from the parking lot, as all I could think of was getting this bitch inside and getting her naked! We made it to my door with no one seeing her walking with one tit hanging out of her top other then me. I unlocked the door, opened it and shoved her inside. "Get that top and that skirt off bitch," I growled. She complied rapidly, falling to her knees, kneeling at my feet as I turned back towards her after closing and locking the door. She knelt there in only her flats, thigh high stockings and her thong. "Do I meet with your approval Sir?" Slowly. I circled her in my chair, taking in her luscious body from every angle. "Oh, you most certainly do or you wouldn't be here slut. Now, rise slut and let's go get comfortable in the bedroom," I ordered her gruffly. Grabbing her arm, I led her toward the bedroom, shoving her face down across the bed. She immediately went into a kneeling presentation pose that only a slave would know. I couldn't believe my luck! I had been without a slave/submissive for several months now and here was not only a slave, but was a TG slave on top of it! The slave part was no big deal to me, but the fact she was TG, fulfilled one of my last remaining fantasies! I reached into the headboard of the bed and grabbed a flogger, and laid three fast lashes across her ass, telling her that she was going to be my cum dumpster for the night. She moaned loudly, thanking me and begging for more lashes not moving a muscle as the flogger fell across her ass. Rising from my chair briefly, I dropped my jeans around my ankles, sitting down on the bed next to her. Leaning back onto the bed, I grabbed her hair and pulled her face towards me, kissing her roughly, shoving my tongue deep into her mouth. She responded to the kiss, her tongue thrusting back into my mouth with as much lust as she had in her body. Breaking the kiss, I commanded her to kiss, lick and suck her way down my body. Fuck, this woman had the most talented tongue and mouth I think I have ever experienced. Licking her way south, she sucked my nipples, gently nipping at them with her teeth before continuing further down. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere as she licked further, finally reaching her ultimate goal. Opening her mouth wide, she took my entire cock into her mouth, smoothly all the way down until her pert nose was buried in my pubic hair. She then began to bob her head up and down on my cock, pulling back until only the head remained in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the shaft and head. Then she would plunge herself back down all the way, deep throating me with each bob of her head. Forget about grabbing her head and fucking her face, she was doing that all by herself! On her knees beside me, I pulled her towards me, reaching inside her thong, playing with her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Wetting a finger with spit, I played it around the opening of her ass, before slowly inserting it to the first knuckle, causing her to moan loudly around my cock buried in her throat. Pulling off my cock briefly, she begged me to finger her ass even deeper, then plunged her mouth back down on me, swallowing me entirely. I shoved my finger deeper into her ass, reaming it around, opening her up. Pulling her over to straddle my head, I raised up a bit and spit on her asshole, then added a finger from my other hand, ramming it in fully as well. Using my fingers, I pulled and tugged at her opening, stretching her, opening her to me fully. Raising my head again, I pulled my fingers out of her ass and using them to hold her cheeks open, I began to lick all around her ass, rimming her before shoving my tongue deep inside her. She screamed, "Oh god, tongue fuck my ass Sir! Deeper!" * To be continued... Any feedback is most gratefully accepted and welcomed.