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Tequila

By: Nepenthe



While I was working my way through college, I got a job at this dirty little bar. It was a real toilet. Every night, the same people passed out on the same stools. Underage college kids tried to sneak beer, and pinch the waitresses' asses. Most of them didn't care as long as the tips were good. Hell, half of them hustled on the side anyway. 

But there were three good things about this bar: the drinks were free for the staff, the tips were unbelievable, and Whitney was the other bartender. God she was hot. Our uniform was blue jeans and a white t-shirt. She was very talented at filling out both. When I first got there I made my pass, like every one else. I also got shot down like everyone else. I soon forgot my damaged pride when I realized what a good pair we made. I made the drinks and handled any problems; she flirted with the old men to get us better tips. It was perfect! One night working that bar with Whitney, and I would clear more than I had in a month at my other bartending job. 

Anyway, I've always been real good at what I do. So it wasn't long before my lush boss gave me the keys to the place. All he wanted to do was sit at home and drink himself blind. I got a raise when I got the keys, but that didn't matter as much as the fact I would be alone with Whitney when we closed. I wanted her bad, and I meant to have her. It had nothing to do with love. Weeks of working together behind a tiny bar, brushing against each other, innocent little games where we only pretended it was an accident, had led to a very acute awareness of each other's sexuality. I would make jokes when she wouldn't wear a bra and her nipples were visible through her shirt. She would slap my butt when I wore my Wrangler jeans. Still there was a wall there. We seemed to both know where the line was, and always stopped short. There was nothing but time. 

One night I called Last Call, and locked that heavy green door. It was wide enough for three people to pass through shoulder to shoulder. Last Call was always when Whitney and I had our first drink. When I got back from locking the door, she had them waiting, whiskey on the rocks for me and a buttery nipple for her. The customers that weren't too drunk to walk came up to get another round, the rest waited for their waitress. At two o'clock I carried the stragglers out and left them on the doorstep. The waitresses went home and I locked the door behind them. It was just Whitney and I, and she had another drink waiting when I got back, as was our ritual. We sat and talked for a few minuets every night, nothing intense, just a bit of gossip about the customers and the staff. After we were done talking, I started flipping chairs, and she wiped down the bar. Everything was going as usual until I remembered I hadn't cleared out the upstairs yet. There was a couple of pool tables and a jukebox up there, and sometimes customers didn't hear last call. 

by the time I got to the top of the stairs I heard them. I didn't have to look to know what was going on, but I wanted to see anyway. Except for the shirt he had tied around her head as a blind fold, they were both stark naked on top of the pool table. The sweat of passion and intensity poured off their bodies. They were deaf and blind to everything but each other. It would take a marching band to get their attention. He had her legs over his shoulders, and was pounding her relentlessly. I could already see the stain spreading on the table felt. It was too good to keep to myself. I leaned over the rail and motioned to Whitney to come upstairs quietly. When she saw what I was watching, she almost screamed. There we stood, pressed against the doorframe, watching the most intense sex I had ever seen. It was amazing; they just seemed to go on and on. When I looked down to see Whitney's reaction her tits were hard, pressing against her shirt. That's when I got my erection. I didn't know where to look, Whitney's breasts, or the girl getting her brains fucked out on the table. The decision was made for me. The man came with this primal scream, his whole body ridged. But she hadn't come yet. She peeled the shirt/blindfold off her head and stood up on the table. 

"Eat me you fucking bastard." She commanded. 

Just like a loyal little dog he obliged. She grabbed his ears and twisted his head into her. As soon as his mouth touched her clitoris she pissed on him. She pissed on him and on herself and all over the table. As much as I was enjoying the show, I still had a job to do. Believe me, I didn't want to do it. 

I don't think so," I said in my best badass voice. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Get dressed!" 

The stud thought he was going to cause me a problem, but then he got a good look at me. I'm a big guy, and for reasons that are beyond me, I look tough. So they got dressed and left. I locked the door behind them, wondering if I could leave the mess on the pool table for the morning crew. Wondering if I could, knowing I wouldn't. That's when I saw her sitting on the edge of the bar with a bottle of tequila, waiting for me to come back from locking the door. She poured our drinks from the bottle, strong and without ice. As she raised her glass in toast she said, "It's just tonight. Just this once, and never again. This can't happen if you don't understand that. Please tell me you understand." 

I nodded my head slowly, wondering just how far this "one night" was going to go. Just hearing her talk like this caused a bulge in my pants. We drained our glasses, and as I leaned around her to put mine on the bar, she pulled me into her. This was it; this is what I had been waiting for. As soon as our lips touched, she forced her tongue into my mouth. We stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity, as the heat from the drinks and each other warmed us and made reality a little softer around the edges. 

I lifted her from the bar and laid her on the dirty floor. She didn't seem to mind. As we took off clothes, we began the sacred ritual of exploring one another's bodies. I played her nipples between my tongue and lips. She ran her fingers through the hair on my chest and let out a soft moan. Once again I was struck by how good a pair we made. This thought crossed my mind as I pulled her jeans off her ample hips. She wore no panties and her arousal was obvious. As I bent down to lap at her sex, her smell encompassed me. My world began to become hazy. All I could think about was her taste and her smell. It was all too much for me to handle. It was now or never for me. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body under mine. With one hand she took my dick and guided it into her, with the other she pulled my mouth down to hers. After that it was all too intense for words. She came before me and as her muscles constricted around me, I lost control. 

We laid there for a few minuets trying to catch our breath. Her eyes were cloudy and disoriented. Suddenly she seemed to get embarrassed about her nudity. She gathered her clothes and went to the restroom to freshen up and get dressed. As I watched her disappear, I couldn't help wondering why she walked into the men's room. 

Finally, I got up off the dirty floor, now just a little dirtier from our coupling. I had to slip my jeans on before I sat on the bar stool, because I didn't want the cracked plastic to cut me. As I poured another drink for myself I realized that "one night" was just an excuse for her, a justification. When she said "one night" she meant "every night, until I'm tired of you." I finished my drink with a smile, because I knew I would be drinking a lot more tequila in the days to come.

Tequila



"Bite down! Now suck!" she demands. As I follow her command she tilts her head back and throws back the shot quickly, grabs the back of my head and mashes her lips to mine. She spills half the tequila into my mouth quickly followed by her tongue. Her tongue probes, savoring the last of the lime as it sits on my tongue, on my teeth, on my gums. With a last playful flick of her tongue, she forcefully pulls my head back by the handful of hair in her grasp. Her eyes are twinkling. She holds it for a second, looking seductive and aloof, then quickly spoils it by giggling. 

"My turn with the Lime!" She says like an excited school girl. She is anything but. Although she is diminutive she has the voluptuous body of a woman with curves in all the right places. My heart races every time I look at her. We reverse roles and when I take the shot and her the lime. She leaps off her chair, grabs both sides of my head. With my head level with her breasts, she tilt it up and puts her lips to mine. She then sucks as much tequila as I have left in my mouth with one big inhalation. She presses her body up against mine slowly gyrating. 

I'm not too sure when this game started, but I'm pretty sure that nearly empty bottle was full. She is definitely feeling frisky tonight. She pushes her breasts into my chest, rotating them in small circles. Her breathing gets a tad quicker. Standing up next to me with me sitting in the chair, she is just a bit taller than me. 

She reaches over and grabs the bottle of tequila. She pours a measure of the liquid over her right breast right on top of her blouse. Putting the bottle down her hands return to the sides of my head. She pulls back just enough to redirect my mouth to her breast. She pulls me in tight. "Bite down! Now suck!" She commands. As I follow her command she lets out a low slow moan. I tongue her nipple through her clothes. 

She pushes forward against me until I am forced to slide off the other side of the chair. She follows me down to the floor. She ends up straddling me sitting up tall. She lengthens her torso, forcing her breasts to jut out proudly, nipples clearly erect through her blouse. She grins and slowly unbuttons her top. I reach up as her bra becomes visible. She quickly and firmly slaps my hand. "I didn't say you could touch!" But to soften the words she grinds her pelvis down on my aching crotch. She continues to remove her blouse, then reaches back and unfastens her bra. She holds her bra to her breasts then slowly peels the cups down. Her beautiful full breast come into view. I'm in heaven. She is a vision to behold and she knows it. 

She leans down so her nipple is millimeters from my lips. When I move my head to suck on her protruding nipple she pulls back sharply "No, no." She then proceeds to undress me. She lets her breasts trail lightly across the parts of my body as they exposed. 

When she has me fully naked, she stands up over me. She reaches down and lowers her tight jeans. They are so tight that her panties are pulled down as she lowers them. Her hips are exposed then the top of her pubic hair, then her thighs, her knees. She is lovely. She steps out of them and tosses them to the side. Standing above me she slowly gyrates her hips. 

I reach up and feel her legs. Moving my hands up to her thighs they inch closer to the juncture of her legs. As they near their goal she backs away out of my reach. I can clearly see her arousal. Her lips are puffy and becoming wet. She steps back and slowly lowers herself horizontally until our bodies meet. She raises her body with a little pushup. Keeping her body hovering just above mine she moves up and down so that we lightly touch all over. Her nipples grazing my chest. Her pubic hair brushing my belly button. It is intoxicating. I lay there luxuriating in the touching, in being so so close to her. She continues this for I don't know how long.

I wake up hours later. A blanket on top of me with her fully clothed snuggled up against me on the floor. She sees me awake. "Look who can't hold their tequila!" She grins. "Not so loud." I moan.



Tequila & Peaches



Shay was smiling to herself as she removed the bottle of Jose Cuervo from the liquor cabinet. She had been really laying the tease on Ken pretty heavy in the local bar they met in a few weeks earlier. She had finally asked him over for dinner and before she knew it, their teasing had escalated into a challenge. 

Shay loved Tequila Shots and they had come to a stand off as to who could 'WOW' the other better. 

"It's in the bag ," she said to herself as she closed the liquor cabinet. Confidence in her game was something she was very sure of. 

Ken grinned from ear to ear as Shay waltzed into the den with the bottle of Cuervo in hand... she was wearing a big yellow men's dress shirt. Somehow, with all of the lingerie she owned, in Shay's eyes, she never looked better than when she was wearing a big comfy button down shirt that came down almost to her knees. He lay on the floor on the pile of pillows Shay had so painstakingly placed there leaning on his elbow as she approached him with a sly smile on her face. 

Shay winked at Ken and playfully licked her lips as she bent over to hand the bottle to him. He could just barely see down the front of the loose fitting shirt and felt a sudden twinge in his pants as she caught him looking and smiled. "You just hold on, Shuggar" she whispered to him. "There's plenty of time for that." 

Shay slowly walked across the room to the coffee table where Ken had left the salt shaker and bowl of cut limes. She stopped halfway and looked over her shoulder to make sure he was enjoying the show so far, and was pleased to see his gaze was transfixed on her sway as she moved. She picked up one of the lime wedges and slowly rubbed it over her lips, occasionally pushing it in and out from between her lips, giggling to herself as an involuntary groan escaped from Ken's mouth. Shay knew she had him. 

Pleased with the amount of teasing she had done thus far, Shay grabbed the shaker and bowl of limes and made her way over to the pillows where he was waiting for her. He sat up to take the salt and citrus from her and placed them down next to him. Then, grabbing her arm, he pulled her down quickly so that she landed on top of him. He placed a hand behind her head and brought 

her mouth to his, tasting the lime on her lips that she had taken such great pleasure in teasing him with a moment before. Ken felt his cock begin to grow as Shay sighed into his mouth, caressing his tongue with hers. He loved the feel of that little diamond against him, it didn't matter where. 

Ken rolled Shay off of him so that she was lying on her back amongst the pillows. "Now," he said, "if we're gonna do body shots tonight, we're gonna do em my way." He winked at her as a sassy grin came across Shay's face. He leaned over her and leaned in to start kissing her neck as he began unbuttoning the shirt from the top, He began nibbling gently on her earlobe as he reached her bra. Grabbing the front closure between his thumb and index finger, he quickly snapped it open. As he finished unbuttoning her shirt, Ken sat up and reached for the bottle of Cuervo. He opened the bottle and, holding his finger over the opening, turned the bottle upside down, allowing just a bit to drizzle onto his finger. Leaning back over Shay, he took his finger and painted her lips with it, watching her close her eyes and savor his touch. Once he was satisfied that her lips were properly covered, Ken leaned in to kiss her, enjoying the taste of his handiwork. 

After he had taken the time to savor the tequila off Shay's lips, Ken moved back to her neck, kissing and sucking lightly. She cooed softly as he worked his way down her neck, and then down along her shoulder blade. He kissed down further until he reached the top of her unbuttoned shirt. 

Slowly but deliberately, he peeled the sides of the oversized shirt to the side, kissing her newly exposed soft flesh as he went. He felt her tremble a bit in spite of herself as he exposed her breasts, watching her nipples harden a bit more as they became exposed to the open air. He continued to kiss his way down her body until he reached the S charm at her belly button. 

Playfully, Ken stuck out his tongue and twirled the charm in slow circles, watching Shay squirm. He sat up for a moment to take in the beauty before him and sighed to himself. "Now," he whispered to Shay, just barely audible, "the fun begins." 

Ken first grabbed a piece of lime and leaned over Shay's left breast. She watched him as he gave a playful lick of her nipple in order to prepare her. Ken squeezed the wedge of lime in his hand in order to release some juice. Once he felt the lime begin to release some of it's tangy juice, he began to rub the lime over Shay's nipple and areola, softly at first, but becoming more firm as she began to be coated with the citrus. Once he felt that she was properly doused with lime, he moved up to her face, kissing her soft lips first, and then tenderly placing the still juicy piece of lime between her lips for later. 

Once the lime had been stowed away for safe keeping, Ken moved down towards Shay's right breast, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. He swirled his tongue in circles over her areola and nipple. He felt Shay's nipple harden against his tongue, as he lovingly bathed it. Once he 

felt he had sufficiently moistened her skin, Ken reached for the salt shaker and emptied a healthy pinch into his hand. Taking great care as to not put salt directly on her nipple, Ken sprinkled the salt around her areola onto her moistened skin. Now that the table had been properly set, Ken smiled to himself as he looked over to the bottle of tequila. He picked it up and playfully swayed it back and forth over her, grinning as her eyes followed the path of the bottle. Carefully, as not to spill, he brought the bottle to her stomach and drizzled Cuervo into her navel, stopping as he filled her to the brim. Then, holding his thumb over the top of the bottle, Ken slowly dripped a line of tequila up her soft belly, up over her ribcage, stopping the path right between her breasts. 

As Ken placed the bottle on the floor next to them, he moved to Shay's right breast. Lightly, as not to rub the salt against her delicate skin, Ken began licking in slow circles starting just outside Shay's areola, moving in closer with each circle, until his lips were once again on her rock hard nipple. He sucked gently as he took in the saltiness on her flesh and moaned softly as he heard Shay sigh in pleasure. Ken pulled himself away from her sweet nipple in order to move down her stomach towards the waiting tequila. Again, he twirled the 'S' charm around with his tongue, then moving to dip his tongue into her navel and feel the burn of tequila at the very tip. Ken paused to look up at Shay and smile as he then planted his lips around her navel and softly but steadily sucked the tequila out. After bathing the inside of her belly bo with her tongue in order to make sure he had gotten all of the sweet nectar, he began licking his way along the path of drizzled tequila. Ken became dizzy with the combination of the tangy bite of the tequila mixed with the gentle saltiness of her skin. This, combined with the soft smell of jasmine on her skin just intoxicated him. 

Ken finally made his way to the end of his line of tequila drops, swallowing one last time before he moved to Shay's citrus covered nipple to try and cut some of the Cuervo's kick. Immediately, Ken took her left nipple into his mouth, hearing her gasp as he suckled her hard, massaging her other breast as he did so. Once he had taken the lime completely from her skin, Ken cradled himself into the crook of her arm as he stretched up to kiss her, the lime wedge still in her mouth. They kissed passionately for a long moment, sighing into each other's mouths. Ken finally pulled away, taking the lime between his teeth and sucking the remaining juice out of it. 

Placing the spent lime back into the bowl of citrus, Ken smiled down at Shay. "Well," he said with a smile on his face, "that was a wonderful before dinner drink... what did you have in mind for the appetizer?" 

Shay took a moment to regain her composure and a long slow smile came across her face. She knew she had been had hands down. Ken could see the mix of lust and love in her eyes, and it drove him absolutely wild. 

"Well, for an appetizer, I figured maybe we'd figure out if you knew how to eat peaches," Shay offered. 

"You don't know if I know how to eat a peach?" Ken asked. 

"Dunno... just checkin" Shay smiled as she shrugged her shoulders. 

"Well then," Ken retorted. "That sounds to me like another challenge, and I'm never one to turn down a challenge. I'll be right back." 

As Ken stood up, Shay giggled as she noticed the effect she was having on him, or having on the front of his pants at least. Ken made his way to the kitchen, and found the bowl of peaches that Shay had left out to ripen. He picked one up and held it just under his nose, inhaling the sweet smell and feeling the fuzz just tickle the end of his nose. He placed the peach back into the bowl and strolled back into the den. Shay was still lying there among the pillows, all stretched out and comfortable. Ken was stopped in his tracks at the site before him, and had to shake the haze out of his head before he could continue. 

Ken dropped to his knees next to Shay and placed the bowl of peaches down on the floor next to them. Staring deeply into Shay's eyes, he tossed a peach up and down in his left hand. 

Shay was so impressed with the Tequila Shot, she knew he would be over the top on the Peach Eating Test. 

"So, you wanna know if I know how to eat a peach?" Ken asked with a smile. 

"Uh huh" Shay answered in a whisper. 

"Well, I'll show you my idea of how to eat a peach, and you just let me know what you think." 

Slowly, Ken raised the peach to his mouth, parting his lips and sinking his teeth into it. As he took a chunk out of the peach, the sweet peach juice began to run from his mouth and drip down his chin. He slowly chewed and swallowed his mouthful of the sweet fruit and slid down so that he was 

laying on his side next to her. 

"You know what makes a good peach, darlin?" Ken asked. He continued before Shay could reply. 

"When they're just right.. when they're so ripe that they're bursting with juice and the flesh is so incredibly soft that it just melts in your mouth. Uh huh... that's one good peach." 

Ken handed Shay the peach as he hooked his finger into the waistband of her panties. He smiled at the look of desire in her eyes as he slowly tugged down. As Shay raised her hips, she gasped as she felt Ken's fingers brush over her sweetly trimmed mound. Ken continued to pull down her panties until he finally was able to slide them off completely and cast them to the side. He reached up and retrieved the peach from her hand. Shay was completely frozen, quite unsure of what Ken's next move would be. Instinctively, she parted her legs as he moved in between her thighs. 

"Now, Shay," he said. "This is a particularly good peach. Can you see just how full of juice it is? How moist? how delicious?" As he said this, Ken held the peach in his left hand over Shay and squeezed it as hard as he could. After a couple of seconds, juice began to drip out of the fruit and onto Shay's already wet pussy. She groaned as she felt the peach begin to coat her, and squirmed a bit as the juice began to flow down her pussy and into her ass crack. She looked down at Ken, completely ridden with lust and whispered "You know, I like peaches too." She grabbed the peach from Ken's grasp and began rubbing it over her pussy, twisting it around; coating herself even further and mixing the juices of the peach with her own. Hungrily, Shay brought the peach up to her mouth and took a bite of her own. "Emmmm," she sighed to herself. "Now," she cooed, "eat your peach, baby." 

Ken immediately moved himself so that he was laying on his stomach between Shay's legs. He stuck his tongue out and slowly pushed it inside her, starting at the bottom of her slit, he slowly slid his tongue up inside her, drawing out the sweet mixture of Shay's wetness combined with the nectar from the peach. He sensed Shay's breathing get faster as he explored every inch of her delicate insides. Her moans and sighs echoed in his head, and only served to push him on further. 

Ken pulled his head up from his feast to cool Shay down for a sec. He waited there as she slowly regained her breath and composure. Just as she was coming to, he smiled and carefully pulled her lips apart, exposing her hard clit. "You know," he said. "I think we may have gotten some peach here too" Ken darted his tongue again and swirled it around her clit. All of the air in Shay's lungs was expelled in a long moan as Ken artfully danced over and around her clit with his tongue. As her breath started coming in short gasps, Ken reached under her with both hands, grabbing her by the ass cheeks, and sucked her clit into his mouth. As he gently sucked, his tongue still brushed over and over her clit in her mouth. He knew that it was just a matter of time for her, and began to suck harder while still applying pressure with his tongue. 

Shay suddenly reached down, and snaked her fingers into Ken's hair, pinning his face against her. She gave out one final sharp moan and arched her back as her fingers tightened her grip in Ken's hair and her entire body began to explode in sensation. Ken found himself bathed in her sweet 

wetness as Shay rode her wave of pleasure. He tightened his hold on her now throbbing clit each time he felt her start to come down, only to send her back up amongst the clouds and the rain again. Shay finally grabbed Ken by the hair and pulled his head away. He sat up and looked over her as she rode the final aftershocks of her orgasm. 

Very pleased with himself, Ken laid back down next to Shay and pulled her into his arms. She collapsed against him, obviously drained. He held her there for a minute, feeling her warmth radiate against him. 

"Hey Shay?" Ken whispered into her ear 

"Uh huh" she sighed. 

"So... um... do I know how to eat peaches?" 

"Uh huh" she answered. 

" Kenny...got any suggestions for dinner?" Shay asked, as she slowly spread her legs and smiled.



Tequila Dares



A few years back, hubby and I hosted our own version of the Exotic Erotic Ball in our home. Not really to be compared with that which is held annually in San Francisco, our party only involved eight other couples. We asked everybody to come in costume and stick with our exotic erotic theme.

I spent a few weeks pondering what I should wear at our little party. I wanted to be risqué, but not completely slutty. Hubby was all for the risqué, as well as the slutty, so he was no real help. I settled on going with a barmaid type outfit, complete with a black see-through leotard, bow tie, and a cute little apron in the front. Shear black pantyhose and high-heels completed my costume.

My ever-entertaining hubby came up with a horny monk theme for himself. A simple full-length brown monk’s robe and a sizeable strap-on dildo, made it look like he had a perpetual erection under his garb.

By nine o’clock on Saturday night, our party was in full swing. The costumes ranged from outrageous to conservative. My own costume leaned more towards the outrageous in that my 36c titties were easily viewable through the shear material of the leotard.


Although our crowd was mostly a beer and wine group, hubby broke out the tequila gold for an occasional group shooter. Tequila has a strange affect on me that no other alcoholic beverage seems to duplicate. The more I drink, the more I am willing to drink. As the tequila level in my blood increases, the inhibition levels decrease. I sense that I am not alone in experiencing this phenomenon.

Once we were well into the evening, one of our male guests asked who among us (referring to the women of course) felt brave enough to entertain the group with an exotic erotic dance?  Great laughter ensued and the other women of the group pretty much blew him off on his suggestion. It might have ended there, had it not been for the four or more tequila shooters I had ingested, along with a couple bottles of beer. Feeling quite brave, I ventured forward and called for some music. The group found seats around our living room to watch the show.

I was feeling no pain, and certainly no embarrassment, as I began to perform for our guests. Everybody, guys and gals, were cheering me on. I danced as seductively as I could, intermittently stretching the front of my leotard top down to just above my nipples, and even turning my ass to the group and bending over to touch the floor. When the music ended, they all applauded and begged me to continue. One of my closest friends began chanting for me to “take it off, take it off”. Her spontaneous chanting quickly gained support from the rest of the group, and that’s when the next song started.

As I started my second dance, I gestured for another shot of gold, which I quickly slammed down. That last shot warmed my entire body, further motivation to take that next step. With the music playing a medium rock beat, I found the courage to slip my leotard over my shoulders and work it down to my waste. Dancing with my top down, I wondered what hubby thought of my behavior. As I turned to look for him, a camera flash temporarily blinded me. When I regained my sight, I saw that it was hubby who was capturing the moment on film. My guess was hubby supported my behavior.

Within just a second or two, at least three other cameras were out and flashing away. I suppose I should have worried what would become of those photos, but I was too caught up in the moment. Instead, I just kept dancing.

After a moment, I hooked my thumbs in the leotard and my pantyhose at my waste. Moving with the beat of the music, I slowly inched both over my hips and down my legs. When I reached my ankles, I paused, letting my naked ass and prominent red-haired pussy sway to the music. Bent over and exposed to my partygoers, I was suddenly overcome by the eroticism of the moment. I felt incredibly sexy and equally as horny.

Stepping out of my clothes, I continued to dance with nothing on but my shoes. The entire event seemed so surreal, both at that moment, and even now as I recount the story. I finished the dance, paraded about naked for a few more moments, then picked up my clothes. I told the group it was someone else’s turn. Much to my surprise, another woman jumped up and called for more music.

At first, I thought to slip into the bedroom and get dressed again. Instead, I sat down next to one of our male guests on our couch, deciding to enjoy the show. This next girl was not quite as bold as I had been. She danced seductively enough, but the most she would do was quickly pull open her blouse and flash her tits, before covering up again to dance some more.

I was starting to wonder if the girls were feeling that they had to perform to save face with their respective husbands. A third girl followed. She too was a wonderful dancer and she even finished off her dance topless. I thought her husband was going to shoot his wad in his pants, his erection was so pronounced. All the while, the men kept the cameras popping, snapping off pictures every few seconds.

It was the last girl to dance that really brought me to a peak of sexual excitement. None of the rest had been willing to bare all for the group after me, and I was beginning to wonder if I would be the “tramp of the night.” But Janice would prove me wrong.

Another shooter for me, followed by a fresh beer, and I was completely enraptured by Janice’s dance moves. She spent the first song slowly removing her clothes, leaving herself with only thong panties and her spike-healed shoes at the conclusion. Like me, she stayed in front of the group for a second song.

Janice, by the way, was a very beautiful full-figured brunette with what I guessed to be “D” cups, and proportionate sized hips. She was not at all flabby looking, she was just a big girl. Although neatly trimmed, she had a full bush of dark brown pussy hair.

During this second piece, she bent all the way over and slowly inched her panties over her hips. As soon as they were halfway down her hips, she eased herself to the carpeted floor. In a sitting position, she cradled her legs and slipped the panties all the way off. That’s when she put on the most erotic dance I have ever seen.

Janice had moves that just screamed sex. At one point, she did the “splits”, lowering herself all the way to the floor and rubbing that magnificent brown bush on the carpet. Every guy in the room had a hard-on, and I was so hot, I thought I would experience a spontaneous orgasm right there on the couch.

After she finished, Janice joined me on the couch. She too elected to remain naked. Both of us posed for pictures, at one point jointly ravaging one of the guys sitting there with us, and then striking a few lesbian-like poses to the delight of all the guys.

By now I was really drunk, and feeling hornier than at any other time in my life. Still posing for photos, I was giving full spread shots to the cameras. Someone, perhaps it was hubby, suggested that I looked like I needed to be fucked. Sitting there with my legs wide open and my eyes closed, I said something to the effect, “then somebody come fuck me”. I was probably thinking that hubby would take me up on my offer, but to my surprise, Janice’s hubby, Lloyd, stepped up in front of me and dropped his swim suit (he was wearing a Hawaiian costume).

I grabbed his already erect cock and pulled him down to his knees. Everybody in the group stood around us and cheered us on. Looking at the group, I could see hubby loading another roll of film into the camera and joining the crowd in urging us on.

I slid my hips to the edge of the couch and pulled Lloyd’s dick to my pussy. I was already so wet, I could have plunged a cock twice as large as his six-inch special into my pussy. After rubbing the head of his dick around my pussy lips, pausing for a moment to focus stimulation to my clitoris, I eased Lloyd’s cock into my plush red bush.

Lloyd gently slid himself all the way in, then grabbed my hips to help him grind away and force his cock as far in as it could go. With this, the group roared with encouragement. Lloyd began to slide himself in and out of me very slowly, pulling himself far enough out that only the very tip of his head was still between my pussy lips, then reversing his motion to slide back inside me.

The cameras continued to pop and the group kept their energy at a frenzy, as Lloyd slowly increased his rhythm. Soon, I found myself moaning with pleasure. I could hear the slopping sound of his cock ramming in and out of me, our skin slamming together with the increased pace. Again, everything seemed so surreal. Here I was being fucked by my friend’s husband, surrounded by all of our friends, and I was bellowing without any inhibitions at all as I approached orgasm.

I remember that my first orgasm came to me almost suddenly. My moans of pleasure suddenly turning to muffled shrieks of ecstasy as I flipped my head back and enjoyed the moment. Lloyd never lost a beat, even with my orgasm, he just kept up a swift steady pace, ramming in and out of me as though long-distance runner reacting to the group’s cheers.

When I came the second time, it must have sounded like I was being stabbed to death. I threw my head backwards and stopped breathing as an insane feeling of pleasure ripped through my entire body. Lloyd too found what he was working for as he gave one final deep plunge and exploded into my pussy. He convulsed as his body worked to pump out every last drop of cum from his cock.

The group was roaring with pleasure as Lloyd and I separated and stood. I could feel his cum, combined with my own juices, starting to seep into my already matted pussy hairs. After we cleaned up and dressed again, Lloyd and I re-joined the party, which remained quite animated for at least another hour.

After everyone had gone home, hubby and I enjoyed some extremely passionate sex, something that always seems to follow these erotic adventures we find ourselves in. Days later, our friends were showing and sharing the photos they had taken, giving us all a chance to briefly re-visit one of the best parties ever.

In writing this story, hubby and I are both again motivated to host another exotic erotic party in the near future. Apparently we had almost forgotten just how much fun we had that night.



Tequila Night



First of all I want my readers to know that all of my stories were written for fun. So I hope that they are read for the same purpose. Please enjoy!

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My friend Kerry calls midday on Friday and tells me that he would like to come over and hang out. But he has to work late tonight so he might not make it. After explaining that my wife has been talking about drinking tonight at the house and that she has been very flirty all morning, he says that he can't promise anything but he will try to get done early and head over late tonight. I tell my wife that Kerry might try to make it tonight for some drinking but that he can't promise anything.

My friend Kerry and I have been talking lately about a fantasy that I have had since I got married. Even though my wife has a very good sense of adventure, she just doesn't like naked pictures of her to be taken. I cannot for the life of me figure out why and she never explains. My second fantasy is to see her with another man and she has alluded to the fact that she would be willing in the right situation.

My wife's name is Alice and we have been married for about six years. She is 36 with lovely curly black hair and her long legs and cupcake ass drive me absolutely wild in a pair of black fish net stockings. She wears a 34D on most occasions, but when she wants to push them up and out she fills out a 34c very nicely. I could tell that tonight was one of those nights.

About ten o'clock we are sitting in the living room with a nice fire going. My wife is finishing her 5th tequila strawberry daiquiri and I would say that one more and I can call her drunk. I have had a couple gin and tonics and I am feeling pretty relaxed. I can see a pretty devious smile on her face as she sets down her empty glass and just then the front porch light comes on. Kerry opens the door and kicks the snow off his boots. Alice stands up and say's, in a voice probably louder than she had intended, "You made it!"

Once his boots are off and he sets his bag down beside the couch Alice makes her way stumbling only once over to him and gives him the customary two kisses on the cheeks. He can feel the heat from her drunken face and the heat of her back on his hands that was turned towards the fireplace. "OK, let's do shots" you say, enthusiastically. We agree that that would be fun and I stand up heading to the kitchen to get shot glasses and the tequila.

Alice sits back down on the floor where she was and pats the floor to her right for Kerry to come and sit down. "So you finished everything you needed to get done early huh?" She asks conversationally.

"Most of it" says Kerry, "I saved some stuff to keep me busy when I get back on Monday."

"Ahh, good, that means you were eager to come. That's good!" she says with a slight head bob.

Returning from the kitchen with glasses and tequila in hand, I set it all on the table and take a seat. Pouring everyone a shot I raise my glass and say, "What shall we drink to?"

Raising her glass high, my wife says in a sultry voice, "Love may conquer all, but a good fucking works for me." Laughing hysterically and almost spilling our drinks we toast and drink up.

"Pour another round" she says, setting her glass down, "we should play a drinking game, how about truth and dare?"

Kerry and I look at each other wondering what the "and" is for. Seeing our questioning looks Alice explains that you get to ask a yes or no only question and also dare that same person to do something. The person that asked the question only has to take a drink if the person answers the question with a yes and another if the person completes the dare.

Chiming in again she starts the game. "Ok" she says, "Have you and Kerry ever talked about anything that has to do with sex and me?" 

My face gets a little red and I say, "Yes".

"Oooooohhh" she says and takes her shot. "Alright, I dare you to give me a foot rub."

"Ha, I can do that." As I scoot a bit closer and take her foot in my hand, she pours herself another shot and drinks it. I take my turn and ask Kerry if he has ever looked at my wife and imagined her naked.

Her face already red from drinking can't get any redder when he says "Yes". I take my shot and think for a second about something to dare him to do.

Remembering that he likes to give massages, I say, "I dare you to give Alice a shoulder massage."

"Ooooo two massages at the same time, yummy..." she says with a grin. Kerry moves over and sits behind her rubbing his hands together, trying to warm them up first. Then smoothing out her t-shirt he feels her bra straps. Working around them he starts to knead her muscles and her back starts to loosen up. She rolls her head from side to side. I take my second shot and make a frown at the taste.

"Your turn", says Alice while she relaxes at our hands.

Kerry thinks for a second then says, "Alice do you have any birthmarks?"

"Yes" she says, smiling to herself. I smile too knowing where it is.

"I dare you to show me" says Kerry. As if she expected the dare she leans back against his chest and pulls her shirt and bra down over her right breast revealing her nipple and the little birthmark next to it. After he compliments her, she lets her hand linger for a while, leaving her breast exposed. A moment or three later she lets her shirt and bra slide back up and leans forward to hand him one shot, then another.

"My turn" she says, putting his shot glasses back on the table while he resumes his shoulder massage. With a wicked grin on her face, she looks at me and says, "do you want Kerry to move his massage to my chest?"

I can't help but get a huge smile on my face before I say "Yes".

She reaches forward and gets herself two shots and leaning all the way back onto his chest again she says, "I'm switching my dare to Kerry. I dare you to move your massage down." She downs one shot and waits for his hands. Kerry keeps kneading, but starts to work the muscles over her shoulders and down to her upper chest. She drinks the second shot and I reach over and set them both on the table.

Forging ahead Kerry massages around the sides of her breasts feeling the underwire of her bra, and then cupping them both in his hands he pulls up and squeezes, feeling their weight and form. Alice's head leans back and she closes her eyes. I can see the smile on Kerry's face as he uses his thumbs to massage over the top of my wife's breasts and finds her now hard nipples poking through her bra and shirt. He gently swirls around them and motivates them to get even stiffer.

Barley remembering that it's my turn, I ask Alice, "Are you getting hot?"

"Yes", she says in a sensual voice. "Well then I dare you take off one piece of clothing for every drink I take."

She opens her eyes and looks at me. She can see the lust and heat in my face. I pour two shots for myself and drink one. Reaching down she unbuttons her jeans. Her zipper follows her button and she opens them up showing her new black lace panties that I just bought her. Grabbing them, she nods for me to pull her pants off. So I grab the legs and pull them over her hips and down her thighs.

I toss them behind me on the couch. Her black panties have little red strawberries all over. The smile on her face widens when she sees me realize that she wore this outfit for me tonight.

I take my other shot and sit back against the couch to watch. She lifts her arms up over her head and says, "Could you help me Kerry?" 

Taking her shirt at the bottom he pulls it up over her head and throws it over on the couch with her pants. "Thank you" she says and leans back onto his chest displaying her matching black lace bra with little strawberries on it. Putting his hands back over her shoulders, Kerry continues with his massage. Only now without her shirt in the way he reaches into her bra and kneads each of her breasts with both hands one at a time.

She melts into him silently enjoying while he plays with each one several times making sure to massage every muscle. A few minutes later Kerry breaks the silence and asks because it's his turn.

"Umm Alice, do you like to pose for pictures?"

Because she is drunk, my wife assumes that he means naked pictures and so before she really thinks about it, she says, "Yes, well only if I don't have to take them myself." I smile at Kerry and we continue our rubbing while he comes up with a dare. 

Thinking along the same lines he says, "I dare you to let me take some of you."

By now, she is putty in our hands and she says rather shyly, "Ok...but you can't keep any of them. They are only for us."

Kerry assures her that they are for her eyes only and she leans forward so he can get up. Getting into his bag on the couch, he pulls out his camera.

I pull the coffee table to the side and Alice sits back against the couch in her lingerie not knowing what to do.

"You guys are gonna to have to tell me what to do", she says, only a little nervous. Once his camera is set up, he takes a couple pictures of her and tells her to sit on the couch.

While she stands up and moves back to the couch he takes a couple more shots. "Open up your legs" I tell her, trying to loosen her up. She spreads her legs a little bit and Kerry takes a couple pictures. Now, getting into it she opens her legs up wider smiling at the camera. She puts her hand on her inner thigh and runs it along, down to her knee then puts both of her hands on her knees and leans forward making a kissing motion at the camera.

Leaning back on the couch Alice puts her left hand into her panties and her right hand squeezes her right breast. Her hand moves farther into her panties and we can tell that her fingers slid right in. We both realize that she must already be wet. She moans in pleasure and tilts her head back while she plays with herself.

Moving in close Kerry takes some close up shots of her face with lust written all over it. Realizing this she sticks her tongue out and makes a weird face. He takes one of her fingers pinching her nipples through her bra. Then he snaps a close up of her fingers pushing her panties out as they move slowly in her hidden pussy.

"Pull your breasts out of your bra" I tell her and she obeys, lifting out one then the other. She lets her bra surround them and push them up. 

Pinching both her bare nipples for the camera she closes her eyes and smiles.

"Now get up on your knees" says Kerry, coaxing her.

Putting her hands down on the cushion she brings her legs up and kneels to the side with her breasts hanging down and her ass in the air. Kerry snaps more pictures from different sides and then asks her to turn so that she is facing away on her knees.

With her ass high in the air she leans forward resting her head on the back of the couch. "Like this?" she asks.

He takes more pictures. "Yes good, now put your hand up between your legs."

Reaching under she places her hand on her panties and rubs them while Kerry shoots. On her own she pulls her hand forward and pushes it under her panties letting her fingers play with her clit. She pushes them farther down and put them inside her. She moves them around letting out a soft moan. Hearing herself moan and realizing that she is so turned on, she clenches up getting a little shy.

"That's perfect" Kerry says encouraging her. "That is so sexy!" After a moment feeling a little less nervous from his approval she closes her eyes and starts to work her fingers in and out of her pussy again. With this motion her panties start to bunch up in the middle and her red swollen lips peek out on the sides. Kerry takes more pictures as her using two fingers to spread her lips while her middle finger covered by her bunched panties slips in and out of her pussy.

"Do you want to pull your panties to the side with your other hand?" Kerry asks her, wanting to see more, wanting to give her better access to her pussy. 

Putting her other hand over her ass cheek she pulls them to the side and moves her fingers out of the way so that he can take some pictures. My wife's wet pussy glistens in the light that it's now exposed to. She puts her hand back down and now we can see her uncovered fingers as they effortlessly move in and out.

I pour myself another two shots of tequila and drink them down. Walking over to her I say, "That's two more shots and two more pieces of clothing." I help her pull off her panties and then unclasp her bra. She sits up shrugging it off and then leans forward again resuming her position with her ass in the air.

I sit back down on the floor against the other couch to watch. 

"What do you want me to do now?" she says rubbing her hands on her ass cheeks.

"Keep playing with your pussy" says Kerry as more of an instruction than a suggestion.

While Kerry begins snapping more pictures, she runs her fingers down from her asshole, teasing it, to her pussy. She grabs both cheeks and spreads them wide for the camera. Once he has a couple pictures, she puts her fingers on her lips and holds her pussy open.

Then she moves her fingers into her pussy getting them wet and slippery. Bringing them back up to her asshole she rubs them around getting it wet and teasing it for the camera. She leaves them there so he can take more pictures as she puts her other hand under her belly and squeezes her breast.

Moving back down to her pussy she puts two fingers in. Not taking them out, she puts in another finger, then another. She breathes out a heavy sigh and proceeds to move her four fingers in and out. After a few moments she loosens up and works them around and all the way out and then all the way back in.

She shoves all four in as far as her arm will let her. Pulling them out quickly her pussy remains open for a moment while Kerry takes pictures of it. Bracing herself with one hand on the couch she turns around and watches while she does this two more times. Stroking her hand over her ass cheek she asks, "Do you want to put something else in, how about the tequila bottle?"

Stepping off the couch she grabs the tequila bottle off the coffee table and sets it down on the floor. Going down on all fours she gives the bottle a sexy blow job while Kerry takes some shots. Once she feels that it's lubed enough she straddles it bracing herself on the couch. First she lets it slide over her pussy a few times. Sure that it is well lubed she places it at the entrance to her pussy.

Wiggling left and right over the top she settles herself down on it until she can't get it any further in. Her mouth opens in a guttural moan and she waits for Kerry to take photos from all sides. Steadying herself she uses one hand to play with her clit for Kerry to take a shot. Once he has a few shots she brings her hands to her knees and starts to fuck the bottle. Each time she comes down on the bottle her pussy stretches around the expanding neck and a small gasp escapes her mouth.

"Do you like that?" Kerry asks her, seeing the look on her face.

"Yeeeessssssss, oooohhhhh...,yeeeessss" she moans in a pleading voice like she can't get enough or just can't go down far enough on the bottle.

Her knees start to get tired and I can see that the feeling is getting to intense for her. So she stands up and sits back on the couch rubbing her clit with her hand. I set the tequila bottle up on the coffee table and Kerry comes over to kneel in front of her, to take pictures of her while she plays with herself. Seeing the desire on her face coupled with the apparent yearning of her pussy, he asks her, "Do you want something else to put in there?"

"Yes anything!" she says with a burning hunger.

Standing up and with one hand Kerry unbuttons his top button and continues to take pictures as she realizes. It's the perfect picture of my wife, with three fingers in her pussy and a smile from ear to ear.

My smile is just as big when she looks over at me. Drunk as a skunk and horny as hell, she slides off the couch and onto the floor. Taking them in sequence Kerry see's only the still images as she finishes unzipping his pants, then as she has them halfway down his legs. Even as she is pulling them down to his ankles, she leans forward and bends her head back. She uses her tongue to pull his cock into her mouth sucking it the rest of the way down.

Using her hands now to guide it she licks and sucks as he steps out of his pants and kicks them aside. He reaches down with his free hand and lifts his cock out of her mouth. Alice looks up with a smile and he sets his balls on her lips. Opening her mouth she sucks them in and moves them around with hr tongue. He lifts them out and then sets them back in.

Pointing his cock back down, he puts it into her mouth. Her hands come back up and one cups his balls while the other wraps around the base of his shaft. She licks from the base to the tip and back down again, getting it wetter with every lick. Sure that he has a hard and slippery cock, she stands up and sits back down on the edge of the couch.

"You're going to have your hands full, let me take the camera." I say standing up. Kerry hands me the camera and I turn it around on the two of them as he kneels down in front of her. Putting his hands on her knees he spreads her legs open.

He pulls her a bit farther down on the couch and using his hand, he rubs his slippery cock up and down her pussy. Pushing it down between her red lips he feeds her only a trifle, just past the head. Alice moans at the feeling and says, "Oh god I want it in me." He pulls back out and gives her a little more, but not much past the head.

Continuing to tease her like this he speeds up. Pushing in his head and pulling it back out. When my wife tries to push her hips into him to get more, he lets her have it all the way in. She gasps and he holds her hips so she can't pull away, letting her get used to it. Once her pussy stops clenching and she starts to rub her clit, he pulls halfway out and then puts it back in. Only a small moan escapes her lips this time and she pushes harder on her clit.

Slow and gentle he starts fucking her, pulling almost all the way out and then putting it all the way back in. Giving her the long and easy he works her pussy like a violin and she moans with each stroke. Several long and happy minutes pass before he pulls out all the way and pushes her up on the couch. She pulls her knees up and keeps her legs spread wide.

Leaning down Kerry begins by licking her from asshole to clit. He sucks her lips into his mouth and plays with them on his tongue. Her swollen clit begs for attention, so he licks it, he sucks it in. He sticks his tongue as far in her pussy as it will go licking the inside walls. With his hands on her thighs he pushes her back farther and licks her asshole. He slides his tongue all around it and then pushes it slightly in. He can feel her thigh muscles tense when his tongue goes in.

Licking his way back down to her pussy he finishes up with long strokes right in the middle. Satisfied that her taste is in his mouth he leans back and puts his cock to her pussy. He pushes it softly at first until it slips in. Letting her get accustomed to the feeling he plays with her clit. His thumb moves it back and forth, up and down.

With the same long strokes that he used earlier, he finds a good tempo and plays a ten minute solo on her pussy. Taking more pictures every couple of seconds or so I walk around the side and behind Kerry trying to get the best angle. I step back and get a few good shots of their whole bodies.

On her back with her legs spread wide, her feet in the air, and her pussy getting fucked. I can tell she loves it! "Does it feel good?" I ask her.

In between breathes she says, "Yes".

"Do you want him to stop?" I ask.

"No, don't stop!" she begs.

"Tell him what you want" I urge her, wanting to hear her desire.

"Don't stop" she says, "I want you to keep fucking me. I want to be on top."




Tequila Night



Stopping just for a second Kerry pulls her hips onto his lap as he sits back on the floor. She puts her feet on the floor and Kerry puts his hands under her to lift her up and then set her back down continuing to fuck her. Alice wraps her arms around his shoulders and rides him like a stallion. The two of them meld into a rhythm of fucking and moaning.

I come around to take some pictures as Alice pushes his head back and licks his neck, and then his ear. I come up close and she turns to me kissing me. Going to her backside I lie down on the floor and take some shots from underneath, watching as she gets fucked by my friend and I get to take picture of it.

His arms getting weak from holding her up tells him that it's time to change positions. So he lifts her up and off of him and tells her to turn around and get on all fours. Once in position he puts his cock back in her pussy. She shivers with delight and pushes back on him wanting more. He obliges her by giving her a few heavy thrusts and then sets to work fucking her in earnest. With her head on the couch cushion her grunts are being muffled, so I smack her on the ass and say, "Tell me how you like it."

Turning her head to the side with her cheek pressed into the couch she says, "I love it when his balls slap my pussy."

Slapping her on the ass again I say, "Tell me again!"

"I love it when he fucks me harder" she says. Kerry grabs her hair and pulls her head back.

"Ohhh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!" she squeals.

Putting her fingers to her pussy again she rubs her clit furiously. Her moans are getting loud enough to wake the neighbors. I worry that I'm going to run out of space on the camera because I am taking so many pictures. I just don't want to miss any of it.

"Ooohhhh I'm coming", she yells. Her pussy clenches tight on his cock and her body shakes as she rides the waves of pleasure. With this extra clenching Kerry starts to come as well. He wraps his arms around her belly fucking her with short hard thrusts.

She gasps with each thrust as her pussy has become very sensitive during her orgasm. She puts her arms on the couch and cries out in pain and pleasure. She half sobs into the cushion. I sit next to her on the couch and kiss her forehead, telling her to just rest for a minute. Kerry leaves his cock inside her letting it get soft, enjoying each spasm of her pussy muscles. I massage her sweaty back and she moans softly into the cushion taking it all in.

I can't wait to go back through the pictures later and enjoy them again.



Tequila Romance



Jenni padded into Funky Joe's and scanned the bar for her friends. The place was noisy and the lighting would get even ugly guys laid, but she managed to spot Mark and Jim in a booth at the back, near the tables. She threw her shoulders back and swayed through the crowd, doing her best Mae West, "Well hello there boys, got room for one more?"

Jim jumped up, "Jen, you made it!" He said hugging her. He stepped aside so she could slide into the booth next to Mark, tucking her case behind her feet. "Hey ya want anything to drink?"

Jenni closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Tequila, double shot."

"Whoo hoo! one of us is gettin' laid tonight!" The short, wiry guy across the booth declared with a grin.

"Hey, Jen, you remember Kev, and this is Ben," Mark indicated the cute, well built blond guy sitting across from her.

"Um, hi. Kevin Mathews, Myra's ex?" Kevin grimaced and nodded. Jenni smiled and turned on the charm, "Soo Ben, Where are you from?" She said with her head cocked to one side and her eyes twinkling.

Ben was a good looking guy who knew he was good looking. He was used to getting hit on and being choosy. He smiled back and sized her up cut by cut: nice rack of prime rib, decent rump roast. "I work with Jim. I'm his boss."

"Oh whatever." Jim said as he returned with Jenni's drink and a chair, "He's been there two months longer, so he thinks he has seniority. Don't believe anything he says, Jen. He's scum."

She laughed, "Look who's talking, Mr. Call out another girls name."

"Hey, that's better than Miss Oops, I forgot I slept with you ten years ago in high school."

Jenni giggled, "Man I'm really sorry about that. But there were a lot of guys in high school. And it was ten years ago."

"Yea, but how many of them are you still friends with?"

"Come on, Jim, if I remembered sleeping with you, we probably wouldn't be friends."

He frowned and shrugged. "So what's up with the tequila?"

"Dick head at work." She downed the shot, and shuddered. "He's always nitpicking, saying I need to put forth more effort, use my brain. Prove my value to the company. I think he'd fire me if the other execs weren't eating out of my hand."

"You do use the dippy blond thing a little too much." said Mark.

"The dippy blond thing works for me," she said, turning to face him. "Besides, I do my job well enough. Everyone else loves me. He's the only one who doesn't."

"And little Jenni has to be loved, by everyone." Mark shook his head, "You are still seeing that shrink, right?"

Jim put his hand up, "Stop right there. We are not here to sort out Jenni's issues. We are here to get drunk and play pool."

"Amen. Get me another drink and rack'em up" She flagged the waitress and ordered. Jim got the triangle out. "Hey, we've got too many people."

"Pete and Tony are coming. They're bringing a friend." Mark began, "Kev was tired of sitting every other round out, so we figured we'd find two more peeps and get two tables."

Pete and Tony meandered around the bar looking for their friend and then joined the group at the back booth. They looked like mobsters in their expensive sports coats, and might have been if fate hadn't smiled on them with scholarships. Instead they were executives.

"Hey, who brought the dame?" Tony asked, shrugging out of his jacket and taking Jim's chair.

"Aw, come on Tone," Jenni pouted, "I just want to have a little fun with the boys."

"If you were here to have fun, you'd've left the ace bandage at home and worn something low cut," he waved at her obviously bound, but still ample chest. "You're here to play pool."

"What do you care?" Asked Mark, "You're married. You don't need to ogle Jenni's jugs all night."

"The rest of us are single." shot Pete, "And ogling is the most action I've seen in, well, way too long."

"Sorry to disappoint, Petey, but I can't play with them loose. They get in the way."

"Hey, there are lots of girls here. I'm sure I'll get lucky. Or at least drunk enough not to care." He waved to the tall, slouching guy who had just walked in, "Hey Mitch! Back here!"

Jenni looked up, and spotted Pete's friend, non other Mitch Johnson, the dick head from work. She slunked down in the booth.

"Hey Pete!" They shook-slapped hands and gave each other a one armed hug. "Good to see ya' man."

"Same here, same here." He looked at the gang, "You know Kev, and this is Ben, Jim's boss, and ..."

"Jenni Peters?" He said in disbelief.

"Oh good, you've met," Pete shrugged.

"Yeah"

"Wonderful," Jim smiled, "Are we gonna stand around talkin' or play?"

"I'm gonna get a drink." Mitch looked around, "Anyone else?"

"Beer," came the chorus.

"Tequila. Lots of Tequila," Jenni moaned.

"Brand or well?" He asked with eyebrows furrowed.

She looked at him, and wanted to run and hide. "Whatever gets me drunk."

Mitch turned and headed for the bar. He couldn't believe that twit and him had friends in common. He couldn't believe she had friends that were male. The rumor around the office was she would sleep with anything, and she looked the part. She wore too much make up, too tight shirts and too short skirts. She was the ultimate office bimbo. Although he had to admit, she looked okay with her face cleaned off, almost sweet. He ordered drinks and started a tab. Suddenly getting thoroughly shit faced sounded appealing.

The rest of the night seemed to go pretty smooth. They played pool and got drunk. They got really drunk. Maybe a little too drunk. Around last call they started calling cabs, and Mitch sort of remembered walking back to his bachelor pad.

Jenni woke up, her head throbbing and her body aching. She looked around at the sun filled room, and tried to remember how she got there. She sat up and shook her head. There was a pajama top conveniently laid out on a bench at the foot of the bed. She could smell food cooking, and here a radio. She put the shirt on, wondering what kind of weirdo she'd hooked up with the night before.

She wandered out of the bedroom and followed her nose to the kitchen, sizing up her new acquaintance from the back. Tall, broad shoulders, big tattoo. So far, so good. She breathed deep, "So, what's for breakfast?"

"Omelets. There's juice in the fridge, and glasses in the cabinet above the sink." Mitch turned around and pointed. Jenni stood there, too stunned to speak. "You okay?"

"Got any Vodka to go with the juice?" She finally answered.

"It's a little early for that. Besides, eggs are a much better cure for a hangover." He put the omelet halves on two plates and brought them to the bar.

"It's not the hangover I'm trying to cure."

"Aw come on, it's not that bad. I could be ugly. Or worse."

"You're my boss. Ugly would be an improvement." She climbed up on a stool, and held her head. "Why did I think getting drunk would be a good idea?"

"It was better than staying sober?" He got the glasses and poured the juice. "You act like this is the first time you drank too much and woke up with some guy you didn't like."

"It is... since college. And I never slept with my profs or T.A.'s." 

"Okay. So you won't sleep your way to the top, but you'll act like you'll sleep your way to the top?"

"There's nothing wrong with flirting a little to get ahead. Why are you always such a jerk?" She began picking at her eggs.

"Because there is something wrong with acting like a floozy and an airhead. Especially when you're neither."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Look, I'm really not up for the you're screwing up your life lecture."

"Okay." He sat on the other stool and took a drink. "So you're a redhead."

Jenni choked, and took a drink to wash her bite down. "I don't know what to say to that."

"Why do you bleach your hair, when it's already a great color?"

"I don't like my natural color." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious." He picked at his eggs, "So, did you have fun last night?"

"Yeah. You're a pretty good pool player."

"Thanks, but I meant afterwards."

"Oh. Hey, don't take this the wrong way, 'cause I was really drunk, but I don't remember."

"Oh."

"In fact, the last thing I recall was the pay phone being broke and you offering to let me use the phone at ...." She stopped, the hung over synapses suddenly firing, "Say- was that a line?"

Mitch grinned sheepishly, "Yeah. I can't believe it still works."

"I can't believe I fell for it." She shook her head, "How'd we get here?"

"Walked. Funky's is just a block away."

"Unbelievable. You've got this whole set up for snagging pussy." She motioned at the rather nice loft apartment. 

"I'm not a pervert who hangs out and hits on vulnerable drunk chicks."

"So the leather filled bachelor pad is, what?"

"Okay, I used to be a pervert who hung out and hit on vulnerable drunk chicks."

"Oh. So now your reformed."

He laughed, "Apparently not."

"So did you have fun?"

"I don't even remember offering the phone."

She thought about that for a minute. "Any chance nothing happened?" She already knew the answer, but she was hopefull.

He pulled his lips in, making a thin line of his mouth, and shook his head. "Sorry. Nice part about black sheets, you always know when they need to be changed."

"I'll keep that in mind. Gross, but I'll keep it in mind." She finished off her eggs. "So, I don't have to worry about this going anywhere in the rumor mill?"

"No one would believe me anyway," he said shaking his head.

"You mind if I run through the shower?"

"Feel free."

"You, um, need a shower too?"

"Nah, I alre ...," he blinked, "Say, is that a line?"

"Only if it works."

"Hot redhead, that I've already slept with, offering to refresh my drunken memory? I'll get the towels."

Jenni headed towards the bathroom, and Mitch cleared the dishes. By the time he joined her, she was in the shower and all soaped up. He quickly shed his bottoms and joined her. He started out by sudsing up her spectacular ass, and working his way up and around to her breasts. She leaned into him, feeling his erection pressing against her rear. He tweaked her nipples. "I would've never guessed you for a breast man," she said teasingly.

"I'm not, but somethings just can't be ignored." He kissed her neck, and licked her ear. She turned to face him and he kissed her neck and then her collar bone, then her breasts. Grabbing her thighs he lifted her up. She clutched his shoulders for balance, and he backed her into the wall, resting her on the two inch soap ledge. He entered her and she groaned, and bit his neck. He thrust a couple of times, then changed his mind, sliding his hands down her legs and to the backs of her knees, pressing her legs against her and holding her against the wall. He got on his knees and dove in, tongue first. She clutched the soap ledge, trying not to fall. He knew what he was doing, focusing heavily on her clit, and occasionally darting his tongue in and out of her hole. Her back arched in the beginnings of something big, and she nearly fell. He quickly stood up, catching her and thrusting into her again. The sudden feeling of fullness excited her even more, making her cum more intensely. She shuddered slightly with a few aftershocks, and he rode the waves in and out, until she pushed him off.

He started to object, but she was on her knees, sucking his cock and it just turned into a groan. Just as he was about to release, she bit him hard enough to make it hurt, then sucked him hard again. The orgasm that followed made him dizzy. He leaned against the far wall, while she soaped up and washed her hair. He checked his dick for teeth marks. That was not a move he expected, but it was different. He decided to risk the shark's hunger again and approached her. He put his hands on her shoulders, and she conveniently dropped the soap and bent over. He slid into her, taking a few long deep strokes. She reached between her legs grabbing his meat and redirecting him upward. He held her hips and worked his way in with slow gentle strokes. He could feel her fondling his nuts. It was almost more than he could take. He bent over and reached around her front, finding her pussy. He rubbed her clit, waiting for her to moan permission for him to cum again. He failed, and pulled out in time to squirt on her back. She stood up and turned towards him, putting her arms around his neck. She nibbled his ear and kissed his neck. She then produced the soap and washed his cock, which responded to the smooth handling as expected. 

She swatted his ass and said, "Why don't you be a good little soldier and let the general finish her shower?" She pushed him to the back of the shower. He stood there, at full attention watching her shower. She caressed her neck and fondled her breasts. She turned around and washed her back, bending over to wash her legs. She washed her pussy, massaging her clit. She turned to face him again and placed a foot on the soap ledge, and leaning against the front wall. She took the shower head off the wall and rinsed herself so thoroughly, it made him jealous. Then she turned the water off, and opened the door. 

"Hey, I thought you were getting towels."

"Oh, they're in the closet, right here," he said as he stepped past her, grabbing two towels out of the closet. She toweled her short hair off, and tried to wrap the towel around herself. "I have to ask. Are those real?" Mitch indicated her very abundant breasts.

"You want to check for scars?" She giggled and raised her arms above her head, showing her armpits. He reached over and took her towel, examining her nipples with his tongue. He felt her breasts. They were heavy, but firm. They jiggled but didn't sag. They were the size of his head. He pulled her back into the bedroom, and started down her stomach. She was in amazing shape. Her stomach was washboard flat, and her bush neatly trimmed. He really dug redheads. They were pinker. They ewer juicier. They tasted sweeter. They were wild in bed.

He worked his tongue around her clit, sucking at it gently. It started to show its little pink head and he whipped at it, watching her grind her hips. He slipped two fingers into her slit, pressing upward for the mystical g-spot, while pressing on her bikini area. She moaned. He slipped another finger in. She was dripping cunt juice, and he couldn't lick it up fast enough. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed, to feel her clutch him like a life preserver. But first he wanted her to beg. He wanted to lick that pink pussy into such a frenzy, until she exploded. He took his hand out of her hole and stuck his wet fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them like they had been dipped in some exotic sauce, licking between his fingers and working her tongue over his knuckles.

She bucked, her back arching. He grabbed her thighs and held on, as she came and tried to escape. He licked away as she started to shimmy and shutter, crying stop, stop, stop. He licked some more and she clutched the headboard, oh god, oh god, oh god. He began humming and licking, she bucked and curled, please, please, please. He worked it up and around, her muscles clenched, "Fuck! ME! You! Sadistic! Bastard!"

He fucked her. Hard. She fucked him back, in perfect rhythm. Rising to his thrusts, clenching on his pulls. Quivering and grasping, her nails biting his back. He pulled, barely making it out in time. He knelt to her sopping pussy. It was still clean. He started to give it another once over. "Oh, god no!" She pulled away, panting. She threw one of the towels at the jizz spot on the bed and grabbed his cock and started to clean it off, slurping her juices off of every inch. She licked his balls, one at a time, in a circular motion. Then she licked back up the shaft, swirling her tongue around the tip. She held the base tight, and worked the tip in and out of her mouth, alternately sucking and rubbing. 

He was tempted to lay back and enjoy, but he wanted more of that pink pussy. He rolled her onto her back, and laid across her, sixty-nining, licking away. As he went to work she reached up with her spare hand and rubbed his nuts. She sucked his cock, circling the head and applying pressure to the shaft with her lips. She worked him in and out, bobbing her head up and down. She took her hand off the base and took the full length down her throat, gargling to make vibrations. He thrust reflexively, pulling back and quivering slightly to maintain control. She repeated this action, then swirled the tip some more. She got into a good pattern, working him up and stringing him out. It would have been a beautiful plan if he hadn't been working her over. She was unbearably close and it was getting harder and harder to concentrate. She sucked harder and faster, trying to finish him off first. The spasms in her loins were getting uncontrollable. She had never met a guy so pussy obsessed. Just when she thought he might win, he began to groan and his warm semen flowed into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked at his still firm cock, enjoying her own orgasm.

As the quaking subsided, he rolled off of her, breathing deeply. She sat up, climbed on top of him. She slipped his slowly receding member into her like she was joining two puzzle pieces. She sat there, clenching her muscles around him, begging his cock back to full arousal. He reached for her breasts, holding and squeezing. She leaned down and kissed him, licking his ear and neck. He lifted his head and licked at her breasts. She was riding him, slow and rhythmically. Working her body up and down, clenching her muscles around him. His cock felt soo good inside her. It was hot and thick, with a slight hook that hit just right. She tilted her pelvis to get friction on her clit, and then rocked it forward to hit her g-spot, repeated the action in slow motion. She didn't care if she got off, she just wanted to ride. To enjoy the feeling of fullness that only a stiff cock can provide. 

After a long while they both came again. It wasn't a violent, earth shattering climax like before, but a slow tidal wave, lapping against their now exhausted bodies. She laid down on him, her head tucked under his chin. He ran his hands up her back, holding her. She fell asleep. He got up and went to play golf.



Tequila Seduction



I forced another mouthful of food down before pushing the plate away and Kat frowned at me reproachfully. 

"I spent ages cooking that for you -- it's your favourite."

"Sorry," I mumbled. 

And I was sorry. Sorry for not eating the pasta she'd spent minutes slaving over a hot pan cooking for me. Sorry for being such a miserable, broken hearted bitch. But most of all I was sorry I had ever laid eyes on that bastard.

"I'm off out for a walk," I continued as I dragged my aching body out of the hard, wooden chair. 

"Again?" Kat exclaimed in disbelief. "If you walk any more miles, your shoes will wear out."

"Walking is good for me. It stops the demons clamouring inside my brain." That much was true at least. It was the only peace I managed to find these days. I certainly wasn't sleeping. 

"I'll leave the pasta out. Please try and eat something later. You're wasting away." Kat was worried about me and beneath the casual entreaty I knew she had good reason to be. My weight had plummeted in recent weeks. But I was aware that even if I ate regularly, there was nothing I could do about my state of mind.

Only time would heal my wounds and so far, not nearly enough time had passed for that to happen. Maybe in a few decades I might feel something like normal again. Or at least I hoped so. 

* * *

With half an eye on my office door, I quickly scanned the email from 'Dave' on the dating website. It had been Kat's idea for me to join. So far, since she'd come up with the dubious idea, she had enjoyed many hilarious hours trawling through hundreds of profiles of sad and rejected individuals on my behalf. I was less than convinced that Mr Right was likely to be found on the site, but Kat maintained that at the very least it would get me back into the dating game again.

Well she might be right on that score, but I could tell from reading Dave's profile and attached message that Dave was definitely not going to be my first foray into the murky world of internet dating. For one thing he couldn't spell, and for another I felt that collecting guns and breeding pit bulls were unhealthy, if not very disturbing, hobbies. No, Dave was not my Mr Right. In fact, upon examination of his photo, I strongly felt that he wasn't any sane woman's' Mr Right.

The shadow of my boss loomed outside and I quickly shut down the internet window. It was quite a relief to get rid of Dave's photo and I actually found myself smiling at my boss when he appeared clutching a pile of documents.

"Everything okay, Louise?" Mr Foster asked with suspicion as he dumped the documents on my desk.

"Yes, fine," I replied breezily. 

"That's good, it's just that we've all noticed you've been less than happy lately..." His voice trailed off and he coughed. "If there's anything I can do to help, you only have to ask."

I caught him staring down my blouse and forced myself not to glare at him. "Thank you for your concern," I said in a saccharine sweet voice, "but I've just had a few women's problems. All sorted now."

As anticipated, my boss took an immediate step backwards and embarrassed alarm flickered across his face. "Oh right, I err...I'm pleased you're fully recovered from err...your problems." He coughed again with a faint reddish tinge colouring his already florid complexion, and looked down at the grey nylon carpet with interest.

"Right then, I'd best be heading off to prepare for that meeting with Max Bannerman."

"Would you like some coffee bringing up?" I asked solicitously.

He smiled with relief now that the difficulty had passed. "Yes, Louise, that would be nice. Some of those chocolate biscuits would be a welcome addition too." 

I smiled sweetly until I remembered that I'd eaten them all last week in a fit of misery. Shit. Only the soft bourbon creams remained and I knew my boss hated them. But did I care? No, not really. The only thing (or rather person) I cared about, no longer cared about me. So if he didn't give a rat's arse, why should I? 

* * *

"What are your plans for Saturday night?"

"Television, vodka and chocolate, although not necessarily in that order - why?" I looked up at Kat curiously. 

She grinned and sat down beside me. "Not anymore, my poor miserable friend. Saturday night is the night when you're being wined and dined by Jamie the hunk."

"Fuck off, Kat," I said disagreeably. I was tired, I was depressed, and I was really not in the mood for her matchmaking.

"No, I won't fuck off," she said cheerfully. "I live here."

"Not for much longer if you keep up with this."

She sighed heavily. "It's for your own good," she insisted. "I'm fed up of you moping around like a character from an art house movie. Even the birds have stopped singing in our garden these days."

"Who exactly is this Jamie?" I scowled before flicking through the television channels and settling for one of the shopping channels.

"He's the brother of Melinda who works with me. We were discussing you and—"

"Excuse me? You were discussing me?" A scary looking woman sporting a very orange tan momentarily diverted my attention. She was cooing that I really needed a gold necklace for only £45.99. I didn't, but at least it stopped me bludgeoning Kat with the remote.

"Well not discussing you exactly, more like comparing notes on manic depressive symptoms in the broken hearted. Apparently Jamie's ex dumped him for a wrestler."

"Wrestler?" My mind was boggling. 

"Yeah, some huge guy she met at a Spanish language class."

"Let me guess, they eloped to the Costa del Sol?" 

"Funnily enough -- yes. Poor Jamie was gutted - although not as gutted as he was when he got his credit card statement a week later and found out that she'd paid for their flights on it."

"So let me get this straight...you want me to go on a date with a guy who was recently dumped in favour of a Spanish speaking wrestler and who probably now hates women?"

"Look, you hate men and wrestling, so you should have an evenings worth of conversation covered."

I simply stared at her in disbelief. There were times when I couldn't work out why she was my friend. This was definitely one of those times. "I'll think about it," I said eventually. 

Kat took that as a 'yes' and disappeared into the kitchen humming the wedding march while I contemplated grievous bodily harm.

* * *

"She told me she hated Spain," confided Jamie in a slurred voice, "Said paella and sangria made her ill."

It has that effect on me, I thought. Just like you. 

"Then why did she want to learn Spanish?" I found myself asking although I was at the stage where I didn't really care.

"It was that or Furniture Restoration for Beginners," he said, "and that class was full." He stifled a sob. "If only she'd learnt french polishing instead of te amo!" Then he stared mournfully at his glass of Chablis as I thought about committing suicide.

By the time I said goodbye outside the restaurant, I had completed a crash course in counselling. Jamie might have been a nice bloke if not for the severe trauma of his last relationship, but it was obvious we weren't meant to be star-crossed lovers any time soon. The only good thing to arise from the evening was the realisation there were people who were worse off than me. At least I was a partially functioning manic-depressive. Jamie would have kept a therapist in business for years.

I was almost cheerful when I walked in through my front door. Then I remembered who was responsible for my crap evening and I felt the homicidal tendencies kicking in again.

"How did it go?" Kat asked with an innocent expression. 

"Great," I replied as I kicked off my shoes and collapsed on the sofa. "I think I might sign up for Beginners Spanish -- sounds like an ideal place to pull. Failing that, I'll just slit my wrists."

"Excellent." Kat smiled. "I can tell you had fun. When's the second date?"

"In another lifetime?"

She thought about that. "I wasn't sure if Jamie was right for you anyway," she concluded eventually. Melinda did say he had a few emotional issues."

"Emotional issues? The guy needs fucking help!" 

"Well okay, maybe he's a little depressed." She at least had the good grace to look slightly ashamed now. "But it got you out of the house!" 

"Yeah, thanks," I agreed morosely. "Never mind, I can watch the season finale of CSI you that recorded for me."

"Err...I forgot...sorry!" She shot out of the room before I could slap her.

I closed my eyes and wondered what I had done that was so bad in a previous life. I just hoped I'd had fun doing it.

* * *

"I need a table booking for tonight," my boss barked when he appeared in front of my desk. 

"Why?" I asked dumbly, hoping that he didn't notice the IM window winking at the bottom of my screen. Kat was working from home and she was bored. 

He looked at me like I should have been able to read his mind, but I still couldn't recall him mentioning any meaningful events in his personal life.

"Max Bannerman is in town for a couple of days and I thought we'd all go out for a meal. It'll be a good opportunity for him to meet the team."

"Right," I replied, my mind working overtime on what excuse I could use for my non-participation. I knew from past experience that any office night out would be tedious. They tended to be mostly opportunities for my boss to get drunk whilst his wife wasn't around. 

"Curry, or something different?" I asked brightly.

"Try the Spice Bowl in Brick Lane," he said thoughtfully. "Max likes Indian food."

"Lovely," I agreed with a plastic smile. 

"Say about half seven. Oh and let everyone know the details." 

I could tell from the way he said it that there would be no room for dissent. Attendance was compulsory -- not optional. Oh well, it was another fun night to look forward to. It seemed like there were no shortage of those lately.

* * *

Due to unforeseen public transport problems, I waltzed in to the restaurant twenty minutes late. Despite the throngs of people milling around the bar area, I soon spotted my boss. He was standing at the centre of a group with a glass in one hand and talking loudly to a tall man with dark hair. 

"At last -- I thought you weren't coming," grumbled my boss as he broke off mid sentence at my arrival.

"Some bloke threw himself under a tube train so they closed the Victoria line." I glanced at the bar and wondered whether it was worth ordering a drink, or wait for the wine to arrive with our meal. There seemed little point in hoping my boss would offer. It wasn't his style.

"Can I get you a drink?" asked a sexy European voice. "That's a horrible start to anybody's evening."

I turned in surprise. Max Bannerman was tall, much taller than me, and his eyes caressed my face as I returned his gaze. I shivered with unexpected desire and wondered how long he was planning on staying in town.

"Thanks," I replied gratefully. "A vodka and tonic would be very welcome."

"My pleasure." He managed to make those two innocuous words sound like heated foreplay and my nipples instantly hardened beneath my silky dress.

I was suddenly very pleased that I'd made an effort with my choice of outfit. Kat had sniffed at my original selection -- jeans and a jumper -- and insisted I made more of a sartorial statement.

"You have a great figure so why hide it beneath that?" she had grumbled as she threw my favourite fleece on the floor.

"Well it's not like anybody will care what I look like." I flopped down on the bed and scowled.

Ignoring my petulant attitude, she quickly ran through my minimalist wardrobe with the expert eye of a woman who spent hours shopping in designer stores.

"This one," she said firmly.

"That'll get me perved at all evening." I recalled the last time I wore it and winced. Paul had loved the way it plunged into my cleavage and clung to my curves. I could only hope he was missing me half as much as I was missing him.

"Exactly." Kat's voice interrupted my maudlin thoughts. She grinned and threw the silky scarlet dress at me, along with a pair of strappy heels. "You never know when opportunity will strike."

How true that was. Max's fingers brushed mine as he handed me my vodka. I shivered again and hurriedly took a huge gulp of the chilled drink. It belatedly occurred to me that I hadn't thought about my ex at all since I clapped eyes on Max.

* * *

For most of the evening the conversation around our table was dominated by business. Since I wasn't all that interested, I didn't contribute much. I was happy to take a back seat and listen to my colleagues all trying to out do each other in a feeble attempt to impress our boss and Max Bannerman.

By the time the dessert dishes had been cleared and my boss was flashing his gold Amex at the waiter, I was tired and ready for bed. Although I had felt Max's eyes drifting over me more than a few times, I had pretended not to notice. Once the initial surge of attraction had worn off, I decided that fantasising about him was a waste of time. It wasn't as if he was going to be around after tomorrow. So what was the point in flirting with him? Yes, he was sexy, but he was also out of bounds. I had no intention of jeopardising my job for a quick roll in the sack.

As the others hovered by the exit door, discussing where to go for a drink, I wondered how best to extricate myself from them. Just as I was devising a cunning plan, a taxi pulled up outside and discharged a bickering couple. Whilst they were negotiating the fare, I took my opportunity.

"I'm off now," I told my boss hurriedly, "I've got a terrible migraine." I grimaced for good measure and before he could react, I shot outside and jumped in the cab.

"Camden, please," I said to the driver and settled back into the seat, closing my eyes.

Suddenly the cab door flew open again and Max Bannerman climbed in. 

He sat beside me, his thigh brushing against my stocking clad leg and I stared at him, wide eyed. 

"Migraine," he said by way of explanation. "Indian food has that effect on me."

"How unfortunate." It was a pity my body didn't agree with that sentiment.

"Draycott Hotel, please," he directed the driver who grumbled at being given conflicting directions.

"Which one first?" The driver glowered in the rear view mirror as the taxi pulled away and headed for the main road.

Max ignored him. "Would you like to have a nightcap with me?" he asked much to my surprise.

"I thought you had a migraine?"

"I did." He smiled, "But It's gone now. So are you going to have a drink with me?"

I wavered. As much as I knew I ought to go straight home, the worry that I risked upsetting my boss by refusing Max's seemingly innocent request nagged me. After all, the poor guy was in a strange city all alone, it seemed rude to abandon him to the limited entertainment of room service and the porn channel. 

"I suppose one drink wouldn't hurt." Famous last words.

* * *

The barman barely glanced up from his newspaper when we entered the virtually empty hotel bar. Max bought some drinks and we took a seat in a secluded alcove. I admired the tasteful décor as I sipped my vodka and wondered how much this place was costing. Probably a small fortune, I guessed. 

"Lovely dress," Max commented with a grin.

I looked down and saw to my horror that the dress had slipped down to expose a large portion of my cleavage. 

"Thanks," I muttered. I suddenly felt like a small mammal trapped in a cage with a very hungry predator. Those pesky pheromones were crating havoc with my good intentions and I made a silent decision to consume no more alcohol once this drink was finished. 

"Have you always lived in London?" he enquired. 

His thigh was pressing against mine firmly and I struggled to make my brain function. "Erm...no, only for about five years," I replied. "My family are from Yorkshire."

"I went there a couple of years ago -- I spent a weekend in York," he said. 

We began to talk about the places he had visited and in no time at all, it was almost one o'clock in the morning and the barman was throwing us belligerent looks.

"I ought to go home," I said regretfully. "It's late and I have work tomorrow."

"Surely Mr Foster won't mind if he knows you've been entertaining me?"

"Ha! You don't know him well, do you?" I laughed and grabbed my coat. 

We left the bar and headed out into the lobby. It was deserted; the receptionist who had been stationed there earlier appeared to have abandoned her post in favour of more interesting things.

"Thank you for your company," Max said softly as we stood in the shadow of a huge potted palm. 

"My pleasure," I replied. The attraction was still simmering between us more powerful than ever and I suddenly had the urge to flee. But my body stayed firmly rooted to the spot as Max smiled at me, his dark eyes unreadable.

Then he bent his head slowly towards mine and although I knew what he was about to do, I didn't move a muscle to stop him. Our lips touched and the fire that had been smouldering all evening ignited like bone-dry kindling.

His fingers threaded through my hair as our bodies welded together and I was unable to suppress a low moan. After the sexual drought in the wake of Paul's betrayal, my libido was back with a vengeance. I wanted this man like I'd never wanted anyone so badly in my life.

A hand slid down my back and cupped my bottom, pulling me against his hard body. Heat throbbed between my legs and I was almost on the verge of surrendering to my fate when my fevered brain registered the sound of heels clacking loudly across the marble floor.

I broke away, breathing heavily, and saw the night receptionist staring at us less than discreetly from her desk. My cheeks instantly suffused with embarrassment. What in the hell was I thinking!

"I gotta go," I garbled almost incoherently. Then I ran away as fast as I could manage in my silly shoes. Fortunately a black cab was idling outside the hotel with the driver thumbing his way through a tabloid. He looked up with interest as I threw myself into the back of his taxi, obviously checking to see if I was a celebrity and were there were paparazzi were on my tail. Realising to his disappointment that I was not Britney Spears, he sighed and folded his newspaper up.

"Where to, love?"

"Anywhere," I snapped. "Just drive."

* * *

The harsh sound of my mobile phone screaming a pop tune woke me up at the ungodly hour of half six the following morning. I struggled to open my eyes for a few seconds and when I glanced at my blue phone screen, I wished I'd kept them closed.

"Hello," I groaned eventually. There was no point in ignoring the call -- my boss would just keep ringing until I did answer him.

"Louise, I need your help." No apology for waking me up. How unlike him, I mused dryly.

"With what?" I had a sneaking suspicion it wasn't going to involve filing.

"I've been throwing up all night with food poisoning -- must have been the king prawns I ate at the restaurant."

"Oh poor you." More likely alcoholic poisoning caused by multiple bottles of wine, I thought less than charitably. 

"The thing is, Louise, I'm meant to be showing Max Bannerman around the touristy spots before he catches the first flight out tomorrow morning." He suddenly made a noise that sounded like a dying pig and I winced. "I'm not going to be up for it so do you think you can step into the breech, so to speak?"

The thought of seeing Max Bannerman again sent a hot flush racing through my body. How on earth could I face him after that kiss? But I felt it was best not to mention this unfortunate event to my boss -- I doubted he would understand.

So instead I said, "And I'll get paid for this?" I knew my boss well enough not to make such an assumption. He was tight enough to deduct it from my holiday entitlement given half a chance.




Tequila Seduction



"Yes, yes, of course. All expenses paid naturally. Make sure you show Max a good time -- we want him to think highly of us."

I paused to wonder just what my boss was insinuating with his request that I 'show Max a good time'. Surely he couldn't have guessed anything untoward might already have happened? 

"Madame Tussauds and the Tower kind of thing?" I asked in a carefully neutral voice.

"Yes, anything you feel is appropriate. I said I'd meet him in the hotel reception about ten o'clock. Don't be late and make sure you keep all the receipts." He groaned again and I almost began to feel sorry for him. "I must go...I think I'm going to be—" 

The line went dead and I guessed a few more rancid prawns were making an appearance. Although it was still early, sleep had left the building and I was now wide-awake. The prospect of a day out was not unappealing -- particularly as it was all expenses paid. I was just unsure about my feelings towards Max. 

Deciding I needed strong coffee, I jumped out of bed and headed for the kitchen, making as much noise as possible. If I was awake, it was only fair that Kat should be too. At least I now had plenty of time to make myself presentable. Given the state of my hair, it might take some time, I thought in horror as I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

* * *

Max looked slightly surprised when he stepped out of the elevator and saw me standing beside near a rack of tourist information leaflets. Then he grinned engagingly and strode over. I noticed a few middle aged women in the vicinity checking him out and I tried not to smile smugly. It certainly wasn't going to do my bruised ego any harm spending some time in the company of such a sexy man. 

"Where's James?" he asked curiously as we headed for the revolving doors that led out on to the street and I chattered away about the weather and other safe topics.

"Nasty case of dodgy prawns." I waved at a cab and scowled when it flew past.

"Oh dear, that's too bad." He waved at another black cab and it screeched to a halt immediately. 

I decided not to grumble at the fact I was clearly invisible whereas he wasn't. "You don't sound too bothered," I commented when I noticed him grinning cheerfully at me as we climbed in to the cab.

"No offence to James, but you're ten thousand times better looking."

My heart immediately began to beat a little faster, but I decided to ignore it. "Where do you want to go first?"

The driver was tapping his fingers to the beat of a pop tune while he waited for instructions. The meter was ticking away, but the knowledge this day was paid for meant I couldn't care less for once.

"How about we go to the Tower of London first?" Max suggested cheerfully. 

"Sure. I just hope you have a strong stomach for all the grisly stuff."

"I'll be fine as long as you hold my hand," he assured me cheekily.

I ignored his comment and stared out of the window as the cab threaded through the heavy traffic. It seemed safer that way.

* * *

In the event, our tour around the Tower visitor attractions proved an interesting morning - although I could have done without the bloodthirsty tales of botched executions. The rain held off and Max was excellent company. His enthusiasm was infectious and by the time we had both heard enough stomach churning detail, I was feeling infinitely more relaxed with him.

If I could successfully ignore his potent sexual pheromones, I felt certain I would be fine. To his credit, he behaved like a gentleman and not once did he make a pass at me. When the drizzle began to fall as we left the Tower, he suggested we find a place for lunch and I happily agreed. 

There is nothing wrong with enjoying a pleasant day with an attractive man, I thought cheerfully. It didn't mean that I fancied him and since he was a potential business client, I was only doing my job anyway. Our association was harmless.

I was forced to reassess this when we found a cosy Italian bistro and the waiter showed us to an intimate table for two in a dark alcove. When the rain began to lash down outside, the candles were lit and I suddenly realised just how romantic this scenario was. It almost felt like a date.

"So, when's your flight back again?" I asked briskly as I surveyed the menu and practically drooled at the long list of delicious pasta dishes.

"I've got to be at Heathrow for six tomorrow," Max replied. "I have stuff to do in preparation for tomorrow afternoon, so it's an early night for me tonight." 

"If you have work to finish, I can head home after the meal?" I offered.

He shook his head emphatically. "Today is about pleasure, not work. I would rather spend the afternoon with you -- unless you have better plans?"

I blushed. It was ridiculous -- he was making me feel like a teenager. Jesus, get a grip! So I hid my face behind the menu and thanked my lucky stars for soft mood lighting.

"No, I'm easy," I replied after a moment, before belatedly wishing I had rephrased that. "I meant," I added hurriedly, "that I don't have anything exciting planned. Mr Foster won't be expecting me back today."

"Excellent." Max waved at one of the waiters who had been hovering discreetly nearby and ordered us some sun dried tomato bread and a bottle of red wine. 

It's no good I thought. I just had to make the most of this excuse to pig out at Mr Foster's expense. So I ordered a divine sounding creamy chicken linguine and made a resolution that Tiramisu was definitely going to be eaten for dessert. 

Silence reigned once the food arrived. I was far too busy stuffing my face to make conversation. After weeks of semi starving myself whilst wallowing in abject misery, it felt good to be eating sumptuous food again. Not that Kat's cooking was dire especially, but she wasn't up to these standards of culinary excellence. 

"Do you not eat at home?" Max asked eventually, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I pushed my empty plate away and sighed happily. "No, I can't afford it on what Mr Foster pays me."

"Then ask your boyfriend to take you out more often," he suggested as he refilled my wine glass.

I knew he was fishing, but although I was wary of rising to the bait I couldn't help but reply. "My boyfriend dumped me in favour of a lap dancer."

Max nearly choked on his wine. "He must be an idiot then," he said eventually.

"He probably wouldn't have dumped me if it were not for the fact I saw the video of her entertaining him at his stag do." The scenes were still embedded in my brain like an acid etching. It was only because the best man was dumb enough to accidentally copy me in on the group email that I had found out. 

"You were meant to be marrying this guy?"

"Yeah, a couple of weeks ago. The deposit on the reception was non refundable too." I stared morosely into my glass and pondered how crap life was.

"I'm sorry, that's rough." 

When I looked up, Max was watching me with a soft expression. He was practically oozing sympathy and I felt wretched. Jesus. Now he just felt sorry for me. 

"Forget it," I snapped. "He's a tosser and I'm well shot of him. Frankly the lovely Chantelle deserves him -- I just hope she's enjoying our honeymoon in Fiji."

"He took her on your honeymoon?" Max looked at me in renewed disbelief.

I began to giggle hysterically. Out of the corner of my eye, the waiter who had been heading our way to remove the empty plates suddenly changed direction. No doubt I looked like a crazy woman, laughing like a hyena while Max watched in horror.

"Yeah, he took her on our honeymoon. I suppose it would have been pointless letting a five star resort hotel on a private island go to waste." I sniffed. Tears were prickling my eyes now and I really wished Max would change the subject before my humiliation was complete.

"I'm sorry," he repeated. Then he reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing it firmly. 

"Would a rich chocolate dessert make you feel better?" he asked.

"It might," I replied, rather enjoying the protective feel of his hand wrapped around mine. Why couldn't Paul have been this nice to me? The only nice thing he had ever done was to buy a new television for me when the old one blew up. And that was only so he could watch Sky Sports when he came to see me!

By the time I had eaten a huge portion of tiramisu, my head was spinning from too much wine and I was in danger of asking Max to marry me. The man was gorgeous, sensitive, and too sexy for words. Basking in the warm glow of chocolate and Sancerre, I was forgetting my previous resolution to keep a distance from him. 

* * *

The black cab stank of wet feet and unmentionable things, but I barely noticed. Rain continued to drip down the steamy windows relentlessly as we chugged through heavy traffic, taking what appeared to be the scenic route back to Max's hotel.

"I wish I had time to stay longer," he had said as we eventually left the restaurant. "It's been a lovely day."

"I'm pleased my company has been amenable," I replied slightly dryly as I glanced at my watch and wondered how in the hell we had just spent three and a half hours eating lunch. No wonder the waiters were giving us evil stares by the time we finally stood to go. The must have thought we were taking up squatters rights.

Now that he was about to leave me, I was surprised to feel disappointment that I would unlikely to see him again after today. Although there was a strong chance his company would be doing business with us, it didn't mean that he would be popping on a plane back to London every week. 

We sat in silence, listening to the beeping of horns and the faint background noise of the driver's radio as the taxi wove its way through the water logged streets. People scurried along crowded pavements, seeking shelter from the downpour. I imagined my colleagues sitting in the office, staring at their monitors and I suddenly realised that today had been the first day in months that I had really enjoyed.

Maybe I was beginning to heal. I smiled to myself. Kat would probably agree that my recovery was long overdue.

The black cab finally swerved to a halt outside Max's hotel and I was thrown sideways, unable to prevent my hand from touching him in an effort to stop myself from falling on to the filthy floor. When I turned to apologise, Max's face was suddenly mere millimetres from mine. My heart rate shot through the roof as his cologne assailed my nostrils and his pheromones sent shockwaves through my body. 

"I'm sorry," I tried to say, but the words dried to a husk in my throat as his dark eyes sucked away all of my good intentions and I was left seething in a morass of confusion.

"Thank you for today." His voice was like warm treacle: rich and decadent.

"My pleasure," I squeaked, horribly aware that my hand was still resting on his thigh. I could feel the taut muscle beneath my palm and I longed to edge higher. 

"Give my regards to James," he said softly. Then his lips brushed my cheek, tracing the edge of my lips. "Do you have plans for this evening," he whispered in my ear.

Plans for this evening? I was struggling to think past the next five seconds. "No," I managed to say. 

"Would you have dinner with me?"

"I err...I guess I could." Oh how I wanted so much more than dinner. His thigh flexed beneath my hand and I tried to stop my imagination forcing lewd images of the rest of his body into my tortured brain. It had obviously been way too long since I got laid.

"Meet me here at eight -- that should give me time to finish a few things and pack."

"Okay," I agreed without too much hesitation. He smiled at me and before I could change my mind, he was gone from the cab.

I watched him disappear through the revolving doors as the rain continued to drip down the windows like sorrowful tears. All thoughts of Paul had been firmly vanquished from my head and I was left with a sense that I was hovering on the edge of a crevasse. But that was ridiculous. Max was a client and there was no way on earth he could truly be interested in me. Besides, for all I knew, he had a girlfriend. 

I decided not to think about that too much. We would have dinner tonight, as per my boss's instructions for entertaining Max, and that would be the end of it. I wasn't sure that Mr Foster had actually intended for me to go the extra mile in corporate hospitality, but I was a conscientious employee. What can possibly go wrong? 

* * *

"Ooh he sounds yummy." Kat was positively drooling following my reluctant description of Max and I tried to backtrack a little.

"He's just a client," I said dismissively as I pondered which lingerie to wear for our date. No, non-date I corrected hastily.

"Seamus Docherty was a client and I don't recall you going out for a cosy dinner with him." Kat smirked.

I cringed at the memory. Seamus Docherty had been a very lucrative client the previous year. He had, unfortunately, also been a whisky swilling letch with a passion for the horses. I had spent one horrific evening fighting off his advances whilst my boss turned a blind eye, and that had left a lasting painful memory. We'd won the contract in the end, but the fact I had refused Seamus's loaded invitation to stay for a weekend at his Irish estate had caused a few hiccups in the negotiation process. 

"I think you know why," I reminded Kat with a glare. "My job description doesn't extend to 'taking one for the team'."

She watched me pick up a black bra with pink flowers and smirked again. "Have fun tonight," she said knowingly. "You deserve it." 

* * *

Since neither of us was all that hungry after our long lunch, we ended up at a Mexican themed bar a couple of streets away from Max's hotel. It was dark, sultry, and the tequila was not only lethal, it was 'buy one get one free'. After way too many glasses I was feeling decidedly reckless and I could barely remember who my ex fiancée was. Paul who?

When Max sat back down beside me with another two drinks, I felt his arm slide along the back of the seat and rest lightly across my shoulders. I probably should have complained at his invasion of my personal space, but I was enjoying it too much. His aftershave was utterly intoxicating and although he was talking about interesting things, I was too lost in lustful delirium to pay much attention. Eventually he noticed.

"You're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you," he commented dryly.

"Huh?" I said belatedly.

"I think maybe you've had enough to drink." He smiled as I tried to focus on his face.

"I'm not drunk!" Well my voice sounded sober to me at least.

Max chuckled. "No, course you're not, darling." 

My brain registered the term of endearment and I practically swooned. "Maybe a coffee would be good, though," I conceded. 

"I think that's a great idea." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, holding me tightly as I wobbled slightly on my heels.

"Where are we going?" I hadn't finished my latest drink and I gazed at it longingly.

"Back to the hotel. I'll order some coffee before I send you home in a taxi."

My mind dimly registered the words, causing a faint tingle of alarm sizzled through me as I wondered if going back to the hotel with Max was such a sensible idea given my levels of inebriation. But it was too late. Max was gently escorting me out on to the street, his arm around my waist as I leaned against his firm frame.

The hotel bar was closed when we walked into the deserted lobby. 

"No coffee, then," I said with disappointment. The thought that my evening was about to end was highly disappointing. I wanted it to go on for a whole lot longer.

"We could go on up to my room and have one there?" Max suggested.

Once again, my alarm was triggered. But once again, I squashed it. "Okay." I grinned and allowed him to lead me across the lobby towards the lifts.

* * *

It was more like a suite, than a room. There was a large seating area with a sofa and a table, and the bed was through an archway at one end. It was very plush and I was impressed. I imagined the sheets were Egyptian cotton and the pillows were goose down. It was a far cry from what I was used to.

My recent experience of hotels was limited to a dingy B&B in Blackpool two summers ago. Paul had booked it as a 'surprise'. The surprise was that all his mates had been invited along as opposed to him spending quality time with me, and I had spent a miserable three days wandering along the promenade on my own while 'the lads' got pissed. But that was all in the past and I wasn't thinking about him anymore. Instead I concentrated on my surroundings and tried to sober up.

Max phoned room service and told me coffee was on its way. Sure enough, a few minutes later, there was a discreet knock on the door and a waiter brought in a jug of coffee, plus some cream and sugar. I settled down on the sofa, kicked my shoes off and sank into the soft cushions while Max poured the coffee. Then he sat down beside me and smiled. 

"This should sober you up," he chuckled.

"I'm not drunk," I grumbled as I picked up my cup and gulped some coffee down. Then I howled with excruciating pain. "Ouch!"

"Yes, it's hot!" Max laughed until he saw the tears in my eyes. 

My lip really hurt and I could have kicked myself for not thinking before I drank some of the scalding liquid. I put my cup down and rubbed my lip gingerly. It felt like half the skin had peeled off.

"Let me have a look," he said softly. I leaned forward and he examined my mouth. He touched my lip with his thumb, gently brushing the sensitive area.

"Shall I ring for some ice?" he asked.

"I'll think I'll be okay," I replied. I had forgotten all about my sore lip; the fact that he was almost within kissing distance was distracting me a great deal and all I could concentrate on was the way his thumb was stroking my jaw tenderly.

"Sure?"

I should have moved away at that point, but I was being slowly hypnotised by his sexual magnetism. When he finally kissed me I knew instantly that this had been on the cards all evening. Kat had told me to have fun and in my wisdom I took the decision that I was going to do just that. I deserved it.

My arms wrapped around Max's neck and I leaned into his body. I could taste the tequila we had both been drinking and I sighed with pleasure. How could anything that felt so divinely right be so wrong? 

He broke the kiss and sat back. "I'm taking advantage of you," he frowned.

"No, you're not," I replied hotly. I didn't want him to stop!

"You're drunk." 

It was time for me to take control of the situation. "Shut up and kiss me again," I ordered. Then I threw myself forward and pushed him into the cushions. My lips found his again and I kissed him forcefully. His body felt hard beneath mine and I itched to rip his clothes off and explore further. 

It had been too long since I had had a man -- sex had been woefully absent in the final few weeks of my relationship with Paul. The stress of wedding preparations had left me tired and pissed off and we had spent more time arguing than making love. Up until Max I hadn't missed sex at all. I had been too depressed to care if I ever had another man again. Max had made me realise that I was a healthy woman who needed sex. Okay -- so this might be a one-night only experience -- but even if that was the case, I fully intended to make the most of it.

With that in mind, I broke away and looked at him through the curling strands of my hair. "I want this," I told him just in case he was having second thoughts still.

"Good," he said huskily. "Because I don't think I can be a gentleman any longer." 

Effortlessly, he stood and carried me into the bedroom. We fell on to the bed, our bodies a tangle of limbs as he pulled me on top of him. I briefly admired the tasteful nude watercolour hanging above the headboard before he kissed me again, taking my breath away once more.




Tequila Seduction



His hands were all over me and I could hardly stand the aching between my thighs. I wanted him so much it was painful. Almost without being aware of it, I was grinding my body against the hard length of him. The thought of a thick cock inside me made me groan out loud and I reached down to test my belief that he was going to be more than adequate for the job. Instantly my hand told me I had seriously underestimated him.

But before I could investigate further, Max rolled us over and I found myself beneath him, unable to move. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, using the other to slowly trace a pathway from my cheek to my breasts. I could hardly breath. Every nerve ending was screaming in response to his barely there touch. The tension was unbearable.

"I like your top," he whispered admiringly.

"Thank you," I replied as I felt his fingers slowly begin to unfasten the tiny hooks that held the red corset together. I nearly hadn't worn it as it was rather provocative, but Kat had insisted that I looked great in it, so I demurred to her sense of taste. Now I was pleased I had. The way Max was taking his time releasing me from its confines was sending my blood pressure though the roof.

When the last hook came undone and the corset fell apart, he devoured my flesh with his dark eyes. "Lovely," he sighed and he bent to brush his lips across the gauzy lace of my bra, his teeth grazing the sensitive tips of my nipples. I squirmed helplessly as he tormented me with his mouth kissing the available skin, but avoiding the areas I wanted him to concentrate on. 

"You have gorgeous tits," he murmured. "I bet they're really sensitive," he added as I moaned incoherently. He stroked them, kneading the soft flesh while he watched my reaction. I arched my back towards him, trying to convey wordlessly what I wanted, but he merely grinned mischievously as he continued to tease me. 

"I wonder if I could make you come just by sucking these," he said almost to himself. By now his fingers had edged inside my bra cup and found the hard nub of my nipple. When he pinched the sensitive teat, I cried out as the sensation travelled straight to my clit.

"Maybe we should test that," he mused. Abruptly he pulled my bra down to expose my breasts and his mouth clamped down on one aching nipple, sucking and licking until my body exploded in a massive orgasm.

I held on to his head as I cried out helplessly. "I was right," he said smugly when I finally stopped thrashing about.

Before I could reply, he had yanked my skirt down my thighs and was stroking the embers of my arousal back to fever pitch. I knew I was soaking wet so it was no surprise when he confirmed this with an exploratory finger. It would take no effort at all to make me come again and I could already feel the beginnings fluttering inside me like a caged bird seeking release.

But I wanted to touch him too. So I pushed him away and reached for his belt. When I unfastened his trousers he groaned as my fingers brushed his hard shaft, and I grinned.

"I bet I can make you come just by sucking this," I teased.

"Oh trust me, that's entirely possible," he agreed with a pained expression. 

Watching him intently, I took hold of his deliciously thick cock and flicked my tongue across the salty tip. He gasped and fell back on to the bed with his eyes closed and I grinned again. The blood pulsated beneath the tightly stretched skin and I felt his body trembling slightly as I slowly slid my lips down his shaft until he touched the back of my throat. 

When I released him again, he pulled me back up the bed. "I want to fuck you," he growled before he kissed me hungrily, reaching for my breast. 

"Then fuck me," I gasped when he pulled my knickers down my thighs and cast them to one side before tormenting me mercilessly with his skilful touch. When he briefly he rolled away and removed the rest of his clothing, I stopped to wonder if I was doing the right thing, but before I could over analyse myself into a place I didn't want to be, Max was back, holding me and erasing all lucid thoughts from my addled brain.

He slid inside me and I saw stars. All it took was his mouth on my breasts again to send me into the stratosphere as he slowly fucked me. When he came too, I kissed him, swallowing his groans of satisfaction before we curled up in a sweaty tangle on the ruined sheets.

It doesn't get much better than this, I thought.

* * *

The sound of a clattering trolley outside in the corridor woke me up. I rolled over and tried to focus on my surroundings, but my head was pounding so loudly that I instantly closed my eyes again. The bed beside me was cold and with a sinking heart I realised that Max had already left to catch his early flight. When I managed to look at my watch, I saw to my horror that it was far later than I had realised. There was no way on earth that I was going to make it into the office on time. Shit. Shit. Shit. 

Max will be half way home now, I thought sadly. I wondered if he was as tired as me. Somehow I thought it was likely since we had barely slept at all. The sun had been streaking the sky pink by the time we had sated our bodies enough to fall asleep. I grinned at the memory despite feeling sad that I was unlikely to see Max again. 

But, I reasoned, that hadn't been the point of the exercise. The point had been to have some fun and forget about Paul once and for all. At least that part of my plan had worked. Paul was but a distant memory now and I had certainly had fun. Now all I needed to do was call in sick to work and find my way home. 

Without a shred of guilt, I phoned work and explained that I had a nasty case of food poisoning and would not be in for the rest of the day. My boss for once didn't say a word.

"Make sure you bring all the receipts in, though!" he warned. "I can't authorise any expenses without valid receipts."

"Okay," I groaned as I faked my impression of botulism to Oscar winning levels.

Following his own recent experiences of food poisoning, Mr Foster was actually rather sympathetic for once. "You stay in bed, Louise, and don't rush back. We'll try and manage without you. Oh yes, and I had an email of Max Bannerman this morning saying how much he enjoyed his day with you, so well done on making an excellent impression."

My cheeks burned. If only he knew!

* * *

When a large bouquet of flowers appeared in my office doorway a couple of days later, I looked up in surprise. 

"Are you Louise Oliver?"

I nodded mutely and the Interflora delivery lady immediately waltzed over, cheerfully thrusting the flowers into my arms. 

"Are you sure you've got the right person?" I felt certain that this had to be a mistake. Nobody had bothered sending me flowers in years. Paul certainly hadn't bothered during the course of our three-year relationship. He had been far too tight-fisted for grand gestures like that.

"Quite sure." The lady smiled maternally. "Enjoy them, they're beautiful," she said before she left me enveloped in a cloud of floral perfume. 

I examined the cellophane wrapping for signs of a card indicating from whom they might be from, but there was nothing. It was all very mysterious and I couldn't help feeling all warm and fuzzy at the idea I had a secret admirer. Just as long as it didn't turn out to be Kevin in accounts... 

The other possibility was Max, but since I had heard nothing from him after our night of passion, I figured that was unlikely. Besides, why would he remain anonymous? It didn't make sense. The more likely Romeo was Kevin. I had seen Kevin staring at me rather a lot lately. Whilst he wasn't too hideous, he still gave me the creeps and I had no intention of encouraging his attentions. But strangely that irksome thought failed to make a dent in my happiness and I sat at my desk smiling for the rest of the day.

* * *

No sooner had the first lot of flowers begun to wilt, then a second bouquet arrived. And so on. By the time five bouquets of flowers had been delivered to my office, the Interflora lady and I were on first name terms and I knew all about her marital problems. 

The only thing I was still in the dark about was the name of my secret admirer. He was keeping decidedly mute on the subject and it was beginning to annoy the crap out of me. Kat of course found it hugely fascinating, as did every other person who worked for our company. Each time a bouquet turned up, I had a constant procession of casual callers, 'just popping by' for 'something'. 

At least I had ruled out Kevin from Accounts as a possible suitor. I had found out that he actually had a girlfriend -- some lucky woman he'd met at a Star Trek convention a few weeks previously. It didn't quite explain why he carried on staring at me a little too frequently, but I put that down to his myopic vision.

Even my boss was intrigued by my constant supply of expensive floral arrangements.

"New boyfriend, Louise?" he asked for the millionth time when he wandered in looking for a lost file.

"No, Mr Foster," I replied through gritted teeth. It had to be the least original question of my year.

"Well somebody likes you!"

I rolled my eyes and wondered again just who liked me enough to spend a small fortune on flowers.

"Oh could you nip out for me at lunchtime -- I need a card."

"Sure," I replied, not really listening as I scanned some emails. "Card for what?"

"A wedding -- Max is getting married at the weekend."

I froze and the screen wavered before my eyes. "That's nice," I said in a dead voice.

"Hmm," my boss said distractedly. "About time he tied the knot. They've been together for years."

I hadn't expected anything from him, but it still hurt like hell that Max had listened sympathetically when I told him all about Paul's betrayal - before doing much the same thing to his fiancée! 

"I'll get a card," I said. I just felt sorry for the poor cow he was marrying -- she didn't deserve to be treated like I had been treated. If only I could tell her what he was really like.

* * *

"The bastard!" Kat fumed when I told her about the alleged wedding as we sat watching a film on Sky that evening.

"Typical man," I agreed morosely. "But I don't think the flowers are from him. It's pretty obvious that he forgot about me the minute he left the country."

"Are you sure they couldn't be from Paul?" Kat asked

"I doubt it," I scoffed. "It's not his style."

"I did see him this morning," she admitted after a few minutes. "And he did ask after you..."

I turned to fix her with a sharp expression. "You never said?"

"I know. I just didn't think it merited mentioning. But now I'm wondering if his question was actually him fishing for a reaction to all these flowers."

"Maybe Chantelle has dumped him," I mused, although I wasn't sure I cared all that much any more.

"Erm I did hear that he came back early from Fiji...and alone..."

"Was that not worthy of a mention either?" 

"No. If I'd told you you'd have probably forgiven the bastard and taken him back."

I thought about that and decided that Kat was right: I might well have forgiven him. But now I wasn't so sure I wanted to. Although the thought he had gone out of his way to try and make amends, by sending tonnes of flowers, did cause a few hairline cracks to appear in the ice wall I'd built around my heart.

Kat grinned when I didn't contradict her statement. "See," she said smugly.

"So do you think Paul is the one sending these flowers?" I asked, puzzled, as the film's closing credits rolled.

"Honestly? I don't know. All I do know is that he is really sorry for what he did, so it's possible I guess."

As I shut down my computer the following day, I looked again at the flowers taunting me from across my office. Their dazzling display of colour reminded me of the flower arrangements I had chosen for our ill-fated wedding reception. If these were from Paul, could I really find it in my heart to forgive him for the pain he had caused me?

* * *

I was given the opportunity to find out a day later when he texted me. 

Hi Lou -- I know you prob hate me but can we talk? Paul x

For quite some time I sat behind my desk, re-reading the message and wondering if I should reply or just ignore it. Eventually the temptation was too great. 

Whats left to say?

Then I put the phone down and carried on with the invoices again. After I had made several costly mistakes in the calculations, my phone buzzed to indicate Paul had replied.

Just need to explain stuff. Meet me tonight 8 at K Bar. X

My reply was succinct. Ok.

* * *

"You're fucking insane." 

I winced at Kat's venomous words. "Probably," I agreed.

She shut up then. It would have been a waste of time trying to persuade me not to go and meet Paul. I needed closure and I also needed to know if it was he who had sent all the flowers. If it wasn't him, then I was being stalked. And that was plain creepy.

So I avoided her evil stares as I rooted through my wardrobe and selected something casual, yet sexy, to wear. Whilst I didn't want him to think I was making a huge effort, pride prevented me from turning up in scruffy jeans and a sweatshirt. 

In the event, I was ten minutes late and my hair had frizzed up in the fine drizzle that had begun to fall. Hardly a great start to our romantic reunion, but since I wasn't in a forgiving mood just yet, I didn't care.

"Hi babe," he said when he finally managed to drag his eyes from the England game playing on the screen over the bar. "You look gorgeous as ever." 

Whereas once I would have been taken in by his mindless flattery, now it washed over me like cold tea. "Nice tan," I commented and he had the grace to blush with shame.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked hurriedly.

"Yeah, whatever." It was the least he could do.

When the drinks arrived, he took me over to a table in a distant corner. This was no doubt calculated to minimise the chance of embarrassing hysterical outbursts from me. We were seated so far away from the bar area that only the kitchen staff would hear me screaming abuse.

"How's Chantelle these days?" I asked politely as I sipped my vodka.

He shuffled on the worn seat. "Dunno," he admitted. "Not seen her for ages."

"Surely you haven't got bored of her charms already?"

"It was all a drunken mistake!" he blurted. "I never meant all this to happen -- honest! It's just when you found out and wouldn't listen to me, I was upset and miserable and well, she was there..."

"Let me get this straight -- when I saw the incriminating video of you with your dick in Chantelle's gob, I was expected to forgive you and carry on with our marriage plans?"

"You're making it sound much worse than it was," he argued.

"No, you're making me out to be an idiot! You even took that bitch on our honeymoon!"

"Well you didn't want to go." He scowled. "Was I supposed to go alone?"

I shut up and drank the rest of my vodka. This conversation was pointless. It was obvious Paul was never going to admit that he had done anything wrong. 

"I'm not with her now," he said eventually in a more conciliatory voice. "So I was thinking that maybe we could give it another go—" He broke off when he saw the look of hatred on my face.

"Do you honestly think a few bunches of fucking flowers are going to make up for the damage you've caused?" I spat at him.

He looked baffled. "Huh?"

"So they weren't from you?"

"Why would I send you flowers?"

Well that pretty much summed up our relationship. So I stood and walked out, leaving him sitting alone in the bar with a slightly bemused expression on his handsome face. Chantelle the slapper was more than welcome to him. He was a bastard and if I never clapped eyes on him again, it would be too soon.

* * *

"Good weekend?" I asked politely when my boss summoned me into his office on Monday morning.

He beamed happily. "Very enjoyable. Take a look for yourself." There was a photograph showing on his laptop screen and I looked at it dutifully. Mr Foster was a keen amateur photographer and I always got treated to a slideshow after every holiday.

"Who's wedding was it?" I asked. I could see my boss and his wife, but I didn't recognise the bride and groom.

"My cousin Max. The one I asked you to buy the card for last week? Have you been drinking again?" he joked.

"Oh I didn't realise you meant another Max..." I stammered stupidly.

He looked at me like I was insane before scrolling through the photographs and telling what a lovely day it had been. I managed to smile and make the appropriate noises, but all the time I was kicking myself for thinking it was Max Bannerman he had been referring to. 

When another bunch of flowers appeared in my doorway a couple of hours later, I looked up expecting to see Moira, the Interflora lady, grinning at me. I got quite a shock when the flowers were lowered on to my desk.

"Hi," said Max Bannerman. "I thought it was about time I delivered these in person."

"You...you...mean...they're all from...you?" I stuttered idiotically.

"Well yes, didn't you get the cards attached?"

"No -- nothing -- just flowers."

He frowned. "I knew that girl I spoke to when I placed the order wasn't all there. She had a problem understanding my accent. But never mind." He kicked my office door shut and walked across to my desk. "Come here," he growled.

I shivered in sudden arousal. The knowledge that I was at work and anybody could walk in failed to make the slightest impression. 

"I'm sorry for not being in touch sooner," he said softly as he took me in his arms. "I had hoped you would contact me when you got the flowers, but when I heard nothing, I thought maybe you didn't need anything more from me..."

The understanding that he actually wanted more from me than a one-night stand was a startling revelation. "I don't know what I want," I answered truthfully. "But maybe you can help me find out."

He grinned. "I have a few days leave, so how about we discuss it over dinner?" 

"No tequila this time," I said with great feeling. 

"Okay, definitely no tequila," he promised before kissing me senseless. I didn't need tequila to make me dizzy - Max did that to me without even trying.

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Thanks for reading - your feedback is always appreciated. Rach



Tequila Sunrise



I woke up the day after my nineteenth birthday with my sister's lips wrapped around my cock and she was giving me one hell of a late birthday gift. Her head was bobbing up and down with fierce determination and her tongue swirled around the shaft and head like a sex starved snake in need of a good meal. I lay there in a drunken fugue watching with a mixture of detached indifference and the hedonist whore who didn't care who was sucking on his dick at the moment. I moaned softly to tell her I was awake and then groaned a lot louder when she preceded to deep throat me with a wink of her eye. I began to feel that tingling sensation the told the minority, my sober mind, that I was about to cum and I could tell she knew what was going on as my cock began to swell and swell in her talented mouth and she attacked with renewed vigor. I clutched at the bed sheets and bit my lip as the wave of ecstasy was about to crash over me and I sure as hell didn't want to wake my parents. 

I watched her change tactics as she stroked my shaft and licked and sucked the head of my dick hard and fast and her efforts bore fruit as I bit back a scream as my orgasm hit me and the little minx milked me of every drop of cum and then some. She continued to stroke and suck until I reached sensory overload and beyond. I was a quivering mass of happy manhood. She laid her naked body on top of mine and purred like the cat that had just eaten the bird. "Happy Birthday little brother and many more," she moaned in my ear. I looked up at her and blinked not making the connection. "You don't remember?" she asked as she rubbed her soaked pussy over my semi-hard cock.

"Can you remind me?" I asked her and instead of getting angry she just smiled and began to recount things from her perspective.

"Do I have to go?" I moaned at my parents over the cell phone.

"It's your brother's birthday and he deserves to see you a couple of times a year for crying out loud." My mother managed to raise guilt into a whole new art form.

"OK, ok... I'll show up and give him a big wet sloppy kiss." My mom's tirade entered the whole, 'after all the money I send for you for college and you can't afford a card...' "I will get the little shit a card ok?" My mother placated and my Saturday night ruined I planned on getting drunk as a skunk at least. So after going to the mall and picking out a stupid card I hit the liquor store and bought enough booze to salvage the night. So as I stood naked in front of the mirror at my dorm room I pondered what to wear. My hardest decision was whether or not to wear underwear, I chose not. Short black skirt that just barely hid my ass cheeks and a leather bustier to lift and show off the pride of the line, my 36 D titties; I wasn't sure how slutty to dress for the occasion and how much embarrassment factor to consider but there were going to be young horny men there and I could not pass up the chance for some easy tween sex, tween is that age men are in when they are nineteen going on twenty. That is the perfect age to teach them the finer arts of fucking. 

Two hours later I am still at the mall and checking my watch for the first time and holy shit how the time flies when one is shopping. Fashionably late is what they call it and when I walked into our parent's house and took a look in the living room my parents would have shit a brick. There are six chairs set up on a circle and there are five naked girls kneeling on the seats and the guys are looking for girl six and yes you guessed it, the late one gets the remaining seat. So after three quick shots of patrone tequila I am feeling in the mood for some nasty action. At this point I have forgotten the card, the fact that it is my little brother's birthday; this is my chance to get some dick and not about to pass it up. So I slowly strip down, teasing guys and girls alike and when I am done I kneel on the cushioned seat of the chair and am blindfolded. My pussy is soaked as I hear the handsome guy who poured my shots of patrone of me. 

"Ladies, Gentlemen and whores..." a hard slap on my ass got my juices flowing nicely... "We are here tonight to see some real live fucking and oh yeah celebrate some asshole's birthday." The crowd cheered and then a hush fell on the crowd. "Whores now hear this, the lucky bastard who has been chosen tonight will himself choose who he will fuck by how good you suck his 'cock'." There was a strong emphasis on the word cock and that filled my brain with some nice shapes and sizes. "And so without further delay bring out the cock." There were cheers and whistles and then a hush fell over the crowd and I could hear snippets from the girls not kneeling.

"...if I had known it was that big I'd have volunteered..."

"...that's a throat gagger..."

"...god damn boy now that's a cock..."

I licked my lips in anticipation but I was not the first nor second and as fate would have it I was dead last. I could hear his moans and the sounds of dick sucking going on all around me and my pussy was drenched by the time I felt the tip of his cock by my lips and baby I brought on the rain. I sucked just the tip into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it and inched my way down this monster of a cock; he had to be at least eight inches if not more. Soon he was rocking his hips and fucking my mouth good and I did the rest of the work and I could hear him moan louder and louder as I teased and obviously pleased him. But before he could cum he pulled his iron hard cock from my eager mouth and there were murmurs as male voices conferred and confirmed.

"We have a winner and to show the lucky lady who has won our lucky bastard here will fuck her before all of your eyes to see and make her cum." There was a long pause and I felt someone's hands on my ass cheeks fondling them and pulling them apart before that long thick cock was slammed into me and I screamed as he started pounding me like a man possessed. My foul mouth poured forth a litany of encouragements to my unknown lover.

"Oh yeah... fuck me like the dirty little whore I am... drill my pussy mystery man... yeah baby make this slut cum for you..." I was rocking my hips backward driving my pussy over that wonderful dick impaling myself over and over and he had a great hold on my ass cheeks and held on for dear life as he slamming his hips forward drilling me deeper and deeper. 

I could feel my orgasm building and building and soon I was thrashing about in perfect rapture as I came hard and loud; and to his credit the mystery man didn't stop until I felt him swell and grow and with a bone jarring thrust he shot his load deep into me. He ever walked over and had me clean his cock for him and I licked and sucked him dry. I was madly in love with that cock and had to have it at least once more before I called it a night. I was finally allowed to remove my blindfold and searched around the living room; but to my utter horror it had turned into an orgy. There were young bodies everywhere sucking and fucking and taking their delight from their partners. 

"Where is he?" I asked but everyone was too busy to answer and so I searched my parent's house for him. I got to the kitchen and there was my little brother with some redhead on her knees in front of him sucking him off and he had his eyes closed and rocking his hips fucking her mouth. I stopped and found the scene oddly arousing in a very wrong sort of way. "Well little brother looks like you got a better present than I could ever give you." He looked over at me and it was obvious he was feeling no pain when he said those words that chilled my blood but made my pussy burn.

"Well you could get over here and show her how to really suck a dick." The redhead's eyes smoldered and she doubled her efforts and my brother moaned and ground his cock down her throat. I found my bottle of patrone untouched and began taking shorts straight from the bottle. Soon whatever inhibitions I might have had were drowned and pickled in tequila. I got on my hands and knees and hungry for cock crawled over wiggling my ass the entire distance and looked redhead in the eyes and there was an unspoken understanding and we shared my brother's cock. She and I kissed our tongues dueling over and around his dick teasing the sensitive head and I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started pumping it and she took the head into her mouth working it with gusto as I reached between her legs and found her clit and played with that as she played with my brother's cock. 

She was whimpering as I slid two fingers into her drenched pussy and howled as I finger fucked her. My brother looked down and wobbled around as he bent over to see what I was doing. It was then that he decided to take over; he took redhead and lifted her up and onto the kitchen table amazingly without dropping her. Then he positioned me between her legs and so I suckled her clit as I fingered her pussy. Then he stood behind me and eased his cock slowly into my pussy and it had a good memory for cocks and knew the mystery man from the sex game was none other than my dear brother. Soon his hips her moving forward fast and hard and he was pulling me back onto him with each and every thrust and I licked and teased redhead's clit and fingered her pussy with the same timing as my brother was doing to me. 

There was a wondrous chain reaction building and it started with the cock slamming into me so good and hard he was once again swelling and swelling and my pussy was on a hair trigger to cum and so was the redhead. When my brother finally came the two of us followed suit and the 'trimax' as I called it happened without effort of planning. All three of us climaxed like a house of cards and collapsed together on the floor dear friends for life. 

It was late into the night before I had the strength to stagger up into my old room and fall asleep. What I didn't realize is that mom and dad had rearranged bedrooms and now my little brother had the larger bedroom for himself. Like clockwork on Sunday morning my parents went to church and I woke up to something hard and unyielding pressing against my ass; it was of course my brother's wonderful cock and well I decided since I left his card out in my car to give him a birthday blowjob instead. It only seemed right after all and had nothing to do with my sudden craving for hard cock. 

After telling my brother the whole sorted tale his cock was once more raging and who was I to deny him the simply pleasure of my soaked pussy and so with a brilliant smile I mounted my brother and slowly lowered myself onto him morning wood, it was going to be a long hard day I could tell.



Tequila Sunrise



The building was silent and dark. The sun had set almost an hour ago and the field was empty.  Madison High School was one of the largest buildings in the town.  It was situated on theoutskirts of town.  The original idea was to build homes around the school, but with the closing of one of the auto plants the land around was vacant.

It was three stories high with three wings.  The parking lot was empty and there was light dew on the grass.  Walking down the path were four students.  Two guys and two girls.  They had with them a tent and four cases of beer. They set up their tent and waited.  Soon groups of four to six teenagers arrived.  By midnight, there were almost twenty teenagers.  This was going to be an awesome party. 

Every year the school had a tequila sunrise.  It was tradition and so much so that the police had given up on trying to break up the party.  In past years, when they had done that the graduates had just moved their party to someone’s backyard or a nearby park At least this way, they were not bothering anyone else.  By midnight, the alcohol was flowing and the party was in full swing.

“I want you inside me right now.”  Heather’s voice was soft as it vibrated against Nick’s earlobe.  She was very drunk and very horny.  Nick had only started dating Heather a few weeks ago and already they had fucked a few times.  He was drunk as well.  He had no idea how many beers he had, but he was drunk and fucking horny.

“Only if your sister joins us.”  Nick grinned.  He had the typical teenage boy fantasy of being able to fuck both Murray twins at the same time.  He had jerked off way too many times thinking of one of them sucking his cock while the other let him suck her pussy.  He had begged her twice to fuck both of them, but each time she had said no.  His heart leapt out of his chest when she responded differently.

“Of course.”

Heather knew that Nick wanted both her and Cindy.  She had heard him whine to his friends about how she let him do almost everything he wanted but that.  They were graduating tomorrow and she was planning on dumping him anyway.  One night of a threesome wasn’t going to hurt her.

“You fucking serious?”  Nick stepped back and tried to figure out if she was teasing him.  Heather nodded and it took all his energy not to cum right there and then.

“You go wait in the tent. I’ll go get Cindy.”

Nick grabbed three more beers and headed to his tent.  The field was full of tents and the moans and whimpers from some of the tents indicated he wasn’t the only one that was going to get lucky.  He got into the tent and laid out the two sleeping bags.  He waited.

Heather found Cindy and whispered something in her ear.  Cindy excused herself from the group she was chatting with and followed her sister to the tent.

Heather and Cindy were both tall and thin, with dark brown hair and green eyes.  They had small firm breasts and were both on the cheerleading team.  They were social butterflies and loved every minute of it.

The two twins entered the tent and grinned. Nick was laying naked on his back, his cock standing at attention.

“Well hello girls.”

“Hi Nick.” The twins said those words in unison. They stepped into the tent and stripped quickly.  Heather moved up and straddled his chest, kissing him passionately.  Nick moaned as he felt her wet pussy grinding against his chest hairs.  He was so horny and so aroused.  He cried out when he felt Cindy’s warm, wet mouth suck on his cock.

“Oh fucking hell that’s it baby.”  Cindy grinned. She loved sucking cock and was happy that Nick approved. She was kneeling by his feet holding his cock with one hand.  She was moving her mouth up and down his cock and playing with his balls with her other hand.  She could taste the precum oozing and loved the taste.

“She’s a good cock sucker isn’t she?”  Heather was playing with her nipples, rolling them in her fingers and rubbing them against his lips.

“Fuck yeah.  I’m so happy you’re letting me fuck both of you.”  Heather giggled.  She turned around so that her pussy was above Nick’s mouth.  Nick hungrily latched onto her clit and sucked.  His large hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her close.  He loved the taste of her pussy and moved his tongue fast against it.

He was so consumed with licking her pussy that he didn’t realize that he had two tongues on his cock at once.  Cindy was continuing to lick his cock, but Heather had joined in as well.  He wanted to watch, but wanted to lick Heather’s pussy.  It was a tragic choice he had to make. He decided to continue licking her clit.

“I’m going to cum girls.” It wasn’t a warning as much as a statement. He wasn’t sure about Cindy, but he knew that depending on Heather’s mood she either really wanted to swallow or really wanted him to cum on her breasts. This way she got to choose.

“You swallow sis.  I know you wanted him to cum deep inside you.”  Nick couldn’t decipher which sister had said this, but he didn’t care.  On the next stroke of one of their tongues he began to cum.  A hot mouth surrounded his cock and he felt her throat contract as she swallowed.  She was deep throating him and the back of her throat was massaging the sensitive tip of his cock.

When he finished cumming, he closed his eyes.  Heather climbed off him. When he opened his eyes he gasped.  Heather and Cindy were kissing.  He watched in awe until they noticed him staring.

“We wanted to share your cum.”  Heather giggled then climbed onto his throbbing cock.  It was harder than ever and he knew he would explode again soon.  He moaned as Heather sank down on his cock and began to ride him.

“You girls are fucking amazing.  Cindy, I want to lick your pussy.”  Cindy nodded and climbed onto his face. She was facing her sister and they began to kiss and fondle each other.  The tent smelled like sex.  The air was hot and humid and sweat covered all of their bodies.  He had one wet pussy fucking his cock and was licking and sucking another.  He could hear the twins kissing and licking each other’s nipples.

“Cumming!”  Nick moaned those words into Cindy’s pussy and came again.  The girls just giggled and continued to ride him. He felt both girls roll off him and watched as they rubbed each other’s clits.  He grabbed his cock and started to stroke himself.  His eyes were glued to their small fingers inside each other’s pussies. His eyes shifted back and forth from Heather to Cindy.  The twins did the same.  It was almost like a contest to see who would cum last.  They were teasing each other so much and Nick knew that they were close.

Suddenly, they all came.  Heather screamed out and gushed all over Cindy’s hand.  Cindy whimpered and held her breath as her legs shook.  Nick aimed his cock at Heather’s breasts and watched as thick ropes of cum landed on her creamy breasts.

The three teenagers stared at each other.  Nick fell back onto the sleeping bag and opened his arms.  The twins lay on each side of him and cuddled close.  The last thought Nick had before falling asleep was that this was the way to celebrate graduation. 



Tequila Sunrise



This is a true story. I was driving from Colorado to Maryland for a new job. It was December. There was a snow storm that was west of Denver when I left. I was hoping to make it to Maryland before it got too bad. I drove most of the way through Kansas without a flake. And then it started to flurry and then a little heavier and then all hell broke loose. I was in West Virginia, which is mountainous, not like the Rockies, but still lots of up and down. It was really coming down and starting to get dark. I made the decision to stop at a motel off the highway.

Of course, it is a tiny, tiny, town with 2 motels and one bar and a restaurant. Only one motel had the vacancy sign on and I pull up. I go in and miraculously, get the last room! 

As I am walking out, in walks a woman in her 20's. In most stories she would be beautiful, but in reality, she was better than average, with a fabulous body. I can see she is thin, B to a C cup and a small ass even with the short winter coat. She is definitely fuckable. She walks to the desk and asks for a room. The clerk apologizes to her and explains that he just rented the last room to me.

I said, "Look I don't mind sharing if you don't." 

She gives me the once over. "Thanks. "

We find out where the room is and bring our stuff in. We exchange names, Deb and Jack, and the short version of our story, and then take an inventory of food and drink. She has nothing but some cookies and a soda. I have pretzels and Tequila. 

We needed to get some dinner and decided to drive down Main St . We got in my car and drove by the closed restaurant and realized the only lights on in town were from the bar and grill and the gas station. We pulled up to the bar and started for the door. The owner appeared right as we were about to enter and informed us he was closing. We begged him to cook some carry out food for us. He told us he needed to get home or he may not be able to with the storm. We then went to the machines in the gas station and got some cookies and crackers and candy. 

As we laughed about our dinner on the way back to the motel we made the vital decision to make Tequila the main course. We found some cups in her car. I called my family and she called hers telling them we were holed up in West Virginia.

I said "I need to take a shower from driving all day."

She asked "Do you mind if I get into my pajamas? I'll take a shower after you."

I was thinking ,are you kidding , but being the gentleman I am ,said "no not at all." I finished the shower and got into my pjs which happen to be gym shorts and a sweatshirt. 

She was sitting on the bed in a very short t-shirt, which barely covered her panties, and no bra. I knew I was in for a good night. She took a shower and came out in the same "pajamas."

I turned the TV on, which was mostly static (before cable) and sat on the end of the bed with the gourmet food on the dresser next to us. She filled both cups half way. 

We held the cups up. I said to a "fun night." 

She replied, "I am pretty sure we are going to have fun." We both took a healthy sip of Tequila. She leaned over and gave me a gentle, passionate kiss. I returned the favor. 

We both knew where this was going. So when she broke the kiss, I said "How about I let you eat the cookies and I eat you?" 

"How about we save the cookies for breakfast? " As she took her t-shirt off and I grabbed a handful of her perfectly shaped B cup tits and leaned in for another kiss. She leaned harder on me and pushed me on my back and crawled on top of me. We kissed and I fondled her tits for a good few minutes. 

I rolled her over and took her panties off. I kissed her sweet pussy and started to lick her. 

"Not fair, I am naked and you are still dressed." 

I got off her and started to take the sweatshirt off. She was up in a flash. "I want to do that." 

I'm standing at the end of the bed and she is sitting on the edge and she pulls my shorts down. She softly kisses my dick, just once, and then takes me into her mouth. I am naked in seconds. After a few minutes of her blow job I am starting to have some difficulty standing and move closer to her. 

I say, "Where was I? I almost forgot. I was eating your pussy." 

I turn so we are in a 69 position. I am licking her pussy and snatching her clit between my lips and giving it a good tongue lashing. She really reacts to that. In the meantime, I am getting quite the blow job. She then takes one of my balls into her mouth! This brings me close to cumming after about 15 seconds of that. I pull my dick away from her. 

"Didn't you like that?" 

"Hell yes, I just didn't want to cum yet. " We went back to work. I had her bucking her hips and I was having a hard time holding on to her clit. She suddenly sucked both balls into her mouth. I came in seconds all over her tits, just as she came on my mouth. 

We laid there enjoying the unexpected ecstasy that the snow storm brought. After a couple of minutes she got up and handed me the rest of my drink.

I said, "You may not want to give me too much as I have on occasion not been able to get it up when I was drunk. 

"Don't worry, I have never had any problem getting a man hard."

"I bet not." We were both sitting against the headboard. I finished my drink first and bent down and took her tit in my mouth. She gulped the rest of her drink down. I continued to lather her nipples as she started to jerk me off. In no time I was hard as a rock and ready to try her pussy. 

I kissed her on the lips and laid her down. While still kissing I mounted her in the missionary position. She was still soaking wet. I just slid right in. I just stayed right where I was, just enjoying the warmth and being enveloped in her tight wet pussy. She started to move and I couldn't stop her, nor did I want to.

She rolled us over and got on top. She took complete control and started to really fuck me. Harder and harder she slammed her cunt down. She got up for a second and turned around and grabbed my dick and hurriedly put it in her pussy. I could tell we were both enjoying this because we both had been quiet up to this point. 

Not more than five minutes of this I said "This is probably a good time to ask, can I cum in your pussy?"

"No, let me know when you are going to cum, I am not on birth control."

"I am going to cum."

She got off my dick and scooted back so she could watch me cum. This night was getting better and better.

She knelt between my legs and started to lick me clean trying to get me hard again. I loved it because i am so sensitive after cumming. "How about we have another glass of our dinner?" 

She got our glasses and filled them up again and handed me mine. I asked "How come you aren't taking any birth control?" 

"I broke up with my boyfriend several months ago and haven't had any reason to continue taking it. I am sort of a homebody and not very outgoing."

"Your body is fine with me."

"How about you? Any girlfriends or wives?"

"No an ex-girlfriend in Colorado, who can't decide if she is coming to Maryland or not. I doubt she will." 

We are really getting buzzed now. The Tequila is abut 2/3 finished. She starts playing with my dick and I'm reacting. I lay her on her back and start eating pussy again. I go right for her clit. Within minutes, she gets on her hands and knees and say "fuck me."

"Gladly milady." I get behind and again slowly enter her, but she is not having any of that! She drives back on me and takes me all the way in. I start to pound her. I already came twice and this is probably it for me, especially after all the Tequila. We fuck, and I mean really fuck like this for minutes. I tell her to get up and lean on the dresser. When she is bent over I put my dick in her hard. She cums within a minute of this. I am still humping away, not giving her time to recover. She cums again and asks me to slow up. 

I pull her back on the bed without leaving her pussy. She is now in control and can go at her pace. She slowly starts to pick up the pace. Taking my balls in her hand I am ready to cum. "Deb, I am going to cum."

She hops off and takes me in her mouth. I shoot my third load of the night. She looks up at me and swallows. 

"Why the hell did your boyfriend ever break up with you?" 

"I broke up with him. He's an asshole and he didn't appreciate me, in or out of bed. At one point I wanted him to fuck me up the ass and he wouldn't. Can you believe that?"

"Uh, no," I said. 

I was about to ask her if she wanted me to fuck her in the ass when she said, "If I asked you to fuck my ass, you would, wouldn't you?"

"Deb, in a New York second."

"I have never done it before, have you?"

"Once."

"Did you like it?" Did she like it. It was a she, right?"

"it was definitely a she. She said it hurt, but got better as we got further along. I don't think we warmed her up enough and certainly did not use enough lubricant. I also came too fast because her ass was so tight."

Deb, abruptly got up and said she had to pee. I was wondering if she was really curious about being fucked in the ass or whether I scared her. In any case, she was in the bathroom for a while, and I was exhausted, so I laid down and closed my eyes. I didn't realize it, but I fell asleep waiting for her to take a leak. I awakened to Deb sucking my dick. What a wonderful sensation. She was sucking my soft dick, but I was so turned on by this heavenly being , that I became hard for the fourth time that night. 

"Get your butt up here, I want to eat your pussy some more."

She turned around so I could take my licks. She smelled different, and I wasn't sure what it was, but didn't give a shit because I was busy eating pussy. I couldn't get her clit as good as i would like, so I spun on top of her to get her clit better. She loved it. She soon pushed my ass forward so we could fuck again. 

She turned around on her knees so I could fuck her doggy style. She then went to her elbows, then dropped her hips. Of course, I went with her. She was laying on the bed with her legs spread and me in between pumping away. She rolled to one side and then the other, moving her legs inside mine. It was tight! We fucked like that for awhile, when Deb then started playing with her ass. I quietly put some spit on my fingers and dropped the spit just above her finger and ass. She felt it right away. I reached around her and played with her clit while she was trying to put a finger in her ass. I withdrew my hand from her pussy and put a load of spit on my fingers again. With more lube, Deb was able to get a finger in in her ass. i went back to her clit. She came within a minute, and boy did she cum. I gave her time to recover, just gently going back and forth on her clit.

She turned her head and said, "I need your cum in my mouth." 

"Who am I to argue?"

"Fuck me some more, just make sure you cum in my mouth." 

I stayed where I was and started to fuck her. This time it was my finger on her asshole and her hand on her clit. I spit on my fingers again and put one in her ass. I could only get up to the first knuckle. I just went in small circles while trying to go deeper. A little more spit, a little more fucking, a little more pressure. I had most of my finger in when she came again She told be to lay down.

She got up and went to her bags and pulled out some kind of cream. Spread some on her ass paying special attention to her asshole. "Skin cream" she said. She mounted me and told me, "put your finger in my ass again."

"Yes ma'am. Your wish is my desire." I couldn't reach very well with her facing me, so I asked her to turn around and lean forward.

"Much better." I now had my finger all the way in with room to spare, as she fucked me. I placed a second finger on her hole and wiggled it in, but just a little. She was very quiet, but still fucking me like a demon. I told her I was about to cum. 

She got off my dick, holding my fingers in her ass as she scooted back in a 69 position. As she took me in her mouth, I exploded and it was like the Red Sea parting, as her ass opened up to take my second finger., all the way. I kept it there while she licked me like a kitten.

She climbed off and lay next to me. We were both exhausted. This time I filled the glasses, which just left about a 1/2 inch of Tequila in the bottle. I sat next to her and just looked at her. 

"What" she asked.

"It looked like you enjoyed having some fingers in your ass. Did you?"

"What do you think? It was a real unusual feeling. And it did hurt at first, like you said, but then it felt good. I am not sure I could take a dick up there though. Did you have 2 fingers in me?"

"I did at the end when I came. It seemed like your ass relaxed a little and my finger went right in." We both took a sip. She seemed like she was taking that in. I kissed her and said "I have to pee now."

In the bathroom, I noticed one of the towels was soaking wet on the edge. I then realized Deb must of cleaned her ass when she went to "pee." 

I cam back to bed and looked at my watch. It was almost midnight and I wanted to get an early start with all the snow. I asked "what time do you want to leave?"

"I would like to leave early because I was supposed to be there today. "

" I was thinking the same thing."

"Do you have one more in you?"

"I don't know, but I can sure try. Are we going for a record?"

She grabbed my dick and unbelievably I started to get hard. This lady was right, she didn't have any problem getting men hard. She kissed me softly which just made me harder. Once i was hard, she got on top and started to fuck me. She got on her hands and knees and I took the hint and got behind her and started to fuck her. I pulled away for a minute and she turned to look at me as I was reaching for the night table with the "skin cream" on it. She smiled.

I put my dick back in her pussy and spread the cream on her beautiful ass. This time one finger went in easily. I worked the finger in and out while still fucking her pussy. She was real quiet. After a little time, I rested my second finger on her ass. It was a little work, but it too went in. Now, she wasn't very quiet. I had two fingers in her ass and my dick in her pussy. Fortunately for Deb, my dick is a little larger than 3 of my fingers.

"Deb, what do you want now?"

She didn't answer. I was starting to work my fingers in her ass a little more, trying to get her hotter for my dick in her ass. I figured it was time for a third finger. I just rested it there on her entrance. She felt it but didn't say anything. I decided rubbing her clit might help make up her mind. Two fingers in her ass, a dick in her pussy and a hand rubbing her clit, and she still didn't say anything. My heart sank because I figured that is as far as i am getting. 

I started to rub her asshole with the third finger. She started purring. I kept rubbing and occasionally trying to enter her. I stopped rubbing her clit and grabbed the "skin cream." I put a load on her ass and my fingers. The third finger started it's descent. Within 10 seconds it was in! I started on her clit again.

She turned around and said "Please, go slow. Please."

"Deb, what do you want me to go slow with?" I wanted her to say it.

She knew exactly what i wanted her to say and she smirked and said, "Jack, fuck my ass please." A long pause "but slowly."

"Deb, I am not sure I heard you."

"Jack, just fuck my ass already will you?"

I smiled at her, she smiled back and then got this concerned look on her face. "Look Deb, just say when to slow up or if you had enough."

"Will you quit stalling and fuck my ass?"

I took my dick out of her sopping pussy and my fingers slowly out of her ass. I added more "ass cream" and placed my dick at her entrance moving very slowly to enter her. She pushed back slowly with her hand on my leg to guide my speed. I was able to get most of the head of my dick in easily, but couldn't get past her sphincter. She put more force on my leg to slow me up. I just stayed where I was and let her take control. She continued with a force backward, then stopped, and then started again.

It is a good thing I already came 4 times, otherwise I would have exploded right then. She pushed back some more until the head popped in her completely. She stopped, I think to relish the feeling. About a minute later she wanted more dick in her ass. I put more ass cream on me and her and started rubbing her clit. A minute later, I was completely in and she stopped again.

"Deb, you OK?" 

"Yeah." she said softly.

"Do you want to stop?"

"Hell no. I got you all the way up my ass, I am not stopping now. Now I really want you to fuck me, but slowly."

She moved forward a little and I moved back. We started to fuck her ass, slowly. I let her keep the pace she wanted. We went slowly for several minutes, but then it picked up, and it picked up quickly. Once there was room in her ass for my dick, she wanted it hard and fast. She turned around and said, "You better cum in my ass."

"Yes ma'am."

I kept at her clit. She came once from the ass fucking and then I came in her ass and she came again. We were now kaput. I fell on her and we both lay there. We fell asleep like that until my ass got cold from being her blanket.

I woke her up and said "let's get some sleep."

She didn't say anything, but she reached around to feel her ass and crawled under the covers. We fell asleep spooning. 

I woke up before Deb and started playing with her tits. She made some appreciative noises and I moved to her pussy. I warmed things up and stuck a finger in. She opened her legs to help. She pushed her ass into my crotch making me hard again. I continued playing and she reached between her legs and grabbed my dick. She put in her wet pussy. I kept fucking her while thinking of last night. I was sort of removed from the moment. Deb must have noticed as she grabbed balls and squeezed. It got my attention. 

"Deb, I was just thinking about how wonderful last night was."

"After you fuck me again, you can reminisce. Now, fuck me and fuck me good."

I rolled her on her stomach. I was kneeling between her spread legs. I reached for the ass cream. 

"Oh no, I am too sore."

I will just massage you, OK?"

"Let's try and see if I am too tender."

I squirt some on my finger and her ass. It is cold so she jumps a little but I am guessing the cold felt good. My dick is still in her pussy and we started to move again. I am rubbing her asshole gently. She is fine and starts to respond. I keep pumping her pussy and rubbing her ass. We are getting hot, quickly. I start to push on her ass and she asks me to stop. I continue to fuck her from behind and finally cum on her ass.

"Let's take a shower" she says. 

We both get out of bed and head to the bathroom. She pees and then I pee. We get in the shower and are hugging as the water runs over us. I push her away and start to soap her up paying special attention to her tits, pussy, and especially her tender ass. As I am rubbing her pussy, she says I think my pussy is clean, but your dick seems to need some cleaning. I turn around and Deb soaps my back and reaches around to my chest, goes right past my dick and soaps my legs. She then returns to my dick and gets it hard once again. 

"Jack I think I want you in my ass again, but don't know if I can. Could we try again?" 

"Yes, but we need the "ass cream."

She hops out of the shower and is rubbing it on her ass as she brings it into the shower. I turn the shower head out of the way. She puts the "ass cream" on my dick and starts to get me hard again. Just the thought of fucking her fine ass again gets me hard. She reaches behind herself and starts to warm up her ass. I see her grimace some, but she continues. I kiss her softly and pull her to me while she works her ass. I keep up the gentle frontal assault.




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She turns her back to me and says, "slowly, OK?"

I put cream on my fingers. I rub her sphincter gently. It seems like she already opened it some. I probe and my finger slips in fairly easily. I am wondering did she just do that or is it from last night? I keep going and reach around to massage he clit, but she beat me to it. I put my second finger in place and slowly attempt to penetrate her. It too goes in, but there is a small painful squeal from Deb.

"You OK? Do you want to stop?"

"No, just take it easy on me. I think I am hooked and want to try it again. With you."

She takes more cream and puts it in her ass and then starts to jerk me with the remaining cream. Holding onto my dick, she brings it to her ass and places it at her entrance. I push slowly forward and let her take it from here. She pushes back and I pop right in. She yelps in pain. I don't move letting her have her way. She moves back some more and I am half way in. She moves forward some and back some. I am all the way in. She pauses, and I think I hear her whimper. I wrap my arms around her and hold her. She starts to move after about a minute. Slowly, very slowly. I reach for her clit and her movements are more animated, but still slow. After several minutes of this, she shudders with another orgasm. She moves forward and grabs the soap and soaps up my penis. She bends and gives me a blow job until I cum in her mouth. She stands up with my cum in her mouth, looks me in the eye, and swallows. 

We finished the shower, packed, went to breakfast and tried to talk about last night, but we were in a restaurant and were afraid someone would overhear. We finished breakfast and went to the parking lot to say good bye. I thanked her for a wonderful night. She laughed and said, "I think I should be thanking you. Or maybe I should curse you, because I know I want to be fucked in the ass again. " We kissed and hugged and wished each other a good life.