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Cameron

By: call_me_dana



"So, you really want to know what's been happening since I got back in town? Well, it'll cost you a beer and I guarantee you'll need it!" I said it with a big smile on my face. 

Kim motioned to the bartender, "Ginger, two more Fosters, please." I'd been back in town for about three months and this was the first opportunity I'd had to get together with Kim. She and I had been friends for about seven years and often shared a Saturday afternoon drinking beer on the boardwalk, watching the beautiful people pass us. There were even times the afternoon's drinking led to someone's bed, but the last time had been more than three years ago. I had relocated to San Francisco, following the job. I had just returned to San Diego three months ago. Kim and I had swapped phone messages about getting together, but we just hadn't been able to make it happen until today. Ginger brought us our third beers of the afternoon. We had assumed our familiar spot at a table in the front of the open bar. The bar sat right on the boardwalk with the sun and the Pacific Ocean just beyond. The table provided us the ideal spot to see and be seen by all that passed us. Kim and I made a game of handicapping the talent for one another as they walked by our table. This would range from 'take a look at him' to in-depth opinions on just what the girl would do and say in the sack, always interesting, never dull. Classic '70's and '80's music played over the sound system as we talked. 

After taking a swallow of beer, I began my story. "It was my first weekend back in SD and I was meeting Skip at Huli's in PB. Know the place?"

"No, but continue." 

"Well, I was a little early arriving and just about to grab a table when this guy walks up to me with a big shit-eating grin on his face. It was Dave Johnson." Kim had that 'sounds familiar, but I don't know' look on her face. "You know the guy, kind of tall and a little shaggy - he hadn't changed a bit since the last time I'd seen him." 

"Oh yeah, he used to hang with Marty, right?" 

"Yeah, that's the guy. Well anyway, we shook hands and did the 'great to see you thing'. Making small talk for a couple minutes, he finally introduced me to the girl standing behind him. I had noticed her immediately, probably before I saw Dave." 

"What a surprise. You always see the girls first!" 

"Anyway Smart ass, she's five-six and thin with short blonde hair. The unmistakable part was that she was wearing a loose fitting white cotton t-shirt that I could sort of see through. Her nipples were hard and I could see that both were pierced with these gold rings." 

"You could see them? No shit?" 

Nodding, I continued. "She was real quiet, almost standing in his shadow. She has these great eyes, but it was real difficult not to stare just at her nips. I could swear I could feel her body shake as we shook hands, but I didn't think anything about it. I thought that maybe it was me that was shaking!" I paused for a drink and Kim leaned back in her chair. "I'm just getting started, so get comfortable. Dave said they had to go, but would like to hook up and catch up with life. I gave him my card and told him to call me."

A couple days later, I got this call at work. She was quiet, but I could hear perkiness in her voice. "Hello, Rodger, this is Cameron, Dave's friend ... Remember me?" 

I was buried in work, but of course I remembered her. "'Why of course I remember you. How could I forget? It's good to hear from you, Cameron." 

"Dave wanted me to call and invite you to his place for drinks and dinner on Friday night. Are you available?"

"Friday will be great, will you be there?" 

"Yes. Dave will expect you around seven. Do you remember his place?" 

"Yeah, I'm sure I can find it. I'll see you both on Friday." She hung up. 

"I thought it was odd, she would be there but kept saying Dave. I found out just how odd on Friday." Kim had a big smile on her face. She knows me and knew I was on a roll with this story.

So I continued ... Friday evening rolled around and my curiosity was rising. I knew something interesting would transpire, I just wasn't sure what it would be. I picked up a bottle of rum on the way and knocked on Dave's door just prior to seven. He has a small house on a hillside overlooking a valley. The smell of sizzling steaks wafted from the back patio. Cameron answered the door on the second knock. I almost dropped the bottle as I set my sights on her. Standing in the doorway as natural as can be, she presented a sight to produce a near full erection. Let me start at her feet. White, open-toed shoes with two-inch heels. She wore sheer, white stockings with lace at the top. The stockings covered her feet and legs to mid-thigh. How do I know about the lace? Well, she wore a cooking apron that stopped just below her waist. Very short denim cut-offs covered some of the gap, but there was at least four inches of very tan skin showing in between the stocking tops and the cut-off bottoms. The apron covered her breasts, but started just above her nipples. She invited me in with little emotion. As she turned, I realized she was wearing nothing under her apron. My eyes feasted on her creamy tanned breasts. Next, I studied her back as she led me to the back porch.

Dave greeted me at the sliding door with a smile. "Rum, you remembered. Hand the bottle over to Cameron and she'll pour us drinks. The steaks are just about ready." 

We sat down at the patio table and made small talk. Cameron returned shortly with the drinks for Dave and I. She bent at the waist to hand me my glass. As she did, her apron fell away from her body enough to offer me a view of her large nipples and dark aureolas. Again, she wore the gold hoop rings that had caught my eyes through her t-shirt at Huli's. The view was more than accidental. I was now fully erect and we hadn't even gotten to dinner! Noticing only two plates set on the table, "Are you not joining us, Cameron?" Dave answered for her, saying she already ate and that she was just there to serve us. This was getting pretty interesting, I thought. I decided to just go with the rhythms (and the rum) and see where the night would take me. Cameron returned to the table with a salad and baked potatoes. She removed the steaks from the grill and delivered them to our plates. She took a seat in the corner of the patio. I could see her quite clearly to the left of Dave's shoulder. By now, I knew I was being baited. Cameron was being put on display just for me. 

Sitting as she was, I could see her right breast under the apron and her beautiful thighs. Dave and I chatted about the old times over dinner and I shared some of my Bay Area tales. Just enough to let him know I was a player in the game I thought he was offering. As the sun went down over the hill, we decided it was time to head inside. Dave told Cameron to clean up the kitchen and then she could join us. Cameron followed us into the living room and provided us fresh drinks. By now, I was swimming in rum and in the naked visions of Cameron. The room was not real large; the house was about location, not size. Dave had some nice audio/video equipment and a rather extensive audio and video collection. The videos were both general audience and adult. The adult section had all genre's - from straight to lesbian to fetish. 

Soon, the main show began. Cameron walked into the room, without her apron! Her ample breasts bounced lightly as she joined us on the couches. She sat next to Dave, opposite me. An interesting coffee table separated the couches. "I must tell you Cameron. Those rings really got my attention last week at Huli's. And without the shirt ... they are just outstanding." Cameron blushed at my comment. 

Dave sensed the opening and the next thing shocked even me. Dave said, "Well Rodger, if you like those rings ... Cameron show Rodger your handles."

Cameron dutifully stood up and walked around the table. She stopped just to the side of me, so Dave could see my face. She hesitated a moment, then unsnapped her jeans. She gave them a gentle nudge over her hips, and then they fell to her ankles. A white lace garter belt framed a tightly cropped pussy. Just a small patch of blonde pubes remained above her clitoris. Spreading her thighs slightly to improve the view, I got a sight to see. Her lips were double-pierced and she had small gold rings through each of the four holes. Cameron reached down and slipped a ring onto the index and middle finger of each hand. Pausing, she pulled them apart about a half inch, ... handles. I had been in control, but this brought my cock to near full erection. I leaned over for a closer look. I could smell the strong scent of an aroused woman just inches from my nose.

By now, Kim's eyes were wide open in amazement. "Why don't I live your life? She really spread her lips for you with the rings?" "

"Yeah, she did. I expected to see her strip, but that really amazed me." Kim motioned for Ginger to pour us two more beers before I continued my story.

Cameron then stepped out of her shorts and returned to the couch beside Dave. She has a great ass! "Shit, that's amazing. I have never been witness to something like that ... and I've witnessed quite a few things. I've got to ask you about last week. When we shook hands, I could swear you were shaking?" Dave burst out laughing at my question. He told Cameron to answer me. 

Again, Cameron blushed and hesitated. She looked at Dave with sympathetic eyes, but didn't get them in return. She faced me, "Yes, I was shaking. Sometimes when we go out in public, Dave makes me wear a remote controlled vibrator. It was on when we met you." She turned away from me and into Dave's shoulder. 

"It's really a kick, man. I can get her so hot in public that she's practically dripping wet. I had just turned it up to see if you'd notice. I guess you did!" We continued to chat for a few minutes, Cameron sitting naked by his side. The scene was quite surreal.

"Dave, I'm curious about the table. It's very unique."

"Damn, you don't miss a thing. A friend of Cameron's made it for us. What do you find unique about it?"

"Well, I noticed the leather straps hanging down from the underside of the table. I bet you were dying for me to ask about it, weren't you?" Dave's smile said 'yes'. 'I'll bite, can I get a demonstration?' I could see Cameron shudder softly, apparently I was the only one who didn't know what was about to happen, but I had a pretty good idea. 

Dave whispered in Cameron's ear and she got up and went into the bedroom. "Give me a hand, will you?" He motioned me to the far end of the table. We easily flipped the top over and re-secured it to the base. There were a number of large eye screws spaced around the edges of the table; leather straps attached to some. The table was not tall, nor very wide. I knew I was about to see Cameron demonstrate how securely the table would hold someone in place. Cameron appeared from the bedroom wearing leather wrist cuffs and a leather collar with two leashes hanging down between her breasts.

Dutifully, she mounted the table, slipping her luscious feet into the ankle restraints attached to the table. Dave fastened them tightly about her ankles. I walked behind her and knelt down to suckle her big toes on each foot. Dave synched her wrists to two eye screws. The leashes attached to her collar were quite long and had small clamps attached to the ends. Dave slipped the leashes through the hook straight down from her chin and grabbed them on the other side. Pulling her head down with the leashes, he fastened the clamps to her nipple rings. This meant any upward movement of her head or neck would pull her breasts upwards as well. The restraints effectively immobilized her on the table. "What do you think, Rodger? Seen anything like this?"

"I've seen similar, but not with anyone restrained as hot as Cameron. I do hope you are gonna let me fuck her tonight!"

"Of course, Cameron will love having you fuck her. She is quite good and quite skilled at sucking cock."

"Do you guys do much S&M, or is this just for fucking?" 

"We have done some S&M shit, but the minor pain she'll feel on her nips tonight is about the limit of what we routinely do. This is more about control than pain. I did invite a dom over once, but she was pretty hard on Cameron. I couldn't fuck the girl for a week. Why don't you come around here and show Cameron what you got to offer her." 

I walked around the edge of the table, my fingers lightly scraping her thigh and back. Her body shrugged a bit as I did. She eagerly sucked two of my fingers into her mouth as I presented them to her. I pulled off my shirt, then unbuckled my jeans. As I slid off my pants, my cock came into her view. My cock is ten inches long and quite thick when fully erect. I was still only two-thirds hard at this point. 

"Rodger, you are VERY big. I hope I can please you."

Dave opined, "Jeez Rodger, I'm big, but you have a huge cock. Cameron will really enjoy you!"

Standing naked, I stepped forward and put my cock head to her lips. She eagerly spread her jaw wide and began to suck on my cock. Grabbing her leash, I pulled her mouth closer. Of course, this caused the other end of the leash to tug on her nipples. She squirmed at the sensation, but continued to tend to my cock. I began the basic rhythm of fucking her mouth as she took more of me down her throat. I have great control and knew the rum would help me prolong this for as long as I chose to let it. Cameron was very skilled in the ways of oral pleasuring and seemed to delight in doing so. Her tongue danced magically over my blood-engorged head. She worked feverishly to take my entire length. Dave moved around behind her and slapped her ass cheeks with his open hand. The shock to her ass caused her to take another inch of me. He gave her four more slaps before he straddled the table and rested his cock head against her wet pussy. "You've got her really wet. If you lose sight of me, throw me a life raft because I'm drowning!" We both laughed at the thought. Dave slipped his cock inside her pussy and began to bury it to his balls. "Cameron, I haven't seen you this wet in a long time. Do you like sucking Rodger's big cock?" She began to lick and caress my shaved balls with her tongue. She even hit the spot between my balls and asshole. That sensitive little area that rarely gets the attention it deserves. That took me by surprise and I thought I'd lose control for a moment. I began to imagine a situation where it would just be the two of us and I would put her on her back and just fuck her while playing with those beautiful breasts.

Cameron let out a low moan as the first wave of her orgasm swept over her body. Her hips shook a bit as it passed. Dave could feel it, but he kept pounding into her from behind. By now, Cameron had my entire ten inches in her mouth and down her throat. Her orgasm had put us over the top and she took my length down to the base. I was amazed, as I had only known two others who were able to take all of me. I slowly fucked her throat for probably five minutes. "Dave, do you mind if we switch? I've got to know if she is as good from that end."

"Be my guest ... she is all teed up just for you. I am sure you will not be disappointed."

I withdrew my length from her mouth. "You are an incredible cocksucker. I'll be gentle getting inside you." 

"I'm going to sit this one out. You don't mind if I watch, do you?" Cameron slumped to her elbows and put her forehead on the table. This elevated her ass just a bit.

"My, what a lovely ass you have. I must kiss it." I bent over and showered her smooth ass cheeks with kisses. Dropping to my knees, I reached between her thighs and spread her pussy lips ever so slightly using her 'handles'. What a sensation. My tongue snaked between her lips. I could taste her orgasm. My tongue fucked her hard clitoris, rolling back and forth. Cameron abruptly raised her head from the table with my attention. Actually, a little too abruptly. Raising her head that quickly caused a tug on the leather leashes fastened to her nipples. A grunt crossed her lips as the sharp pain washed over her breasts.

"Don't spoil her, Boy!" I could hear Dave go to the kitchen for another drink. 

I licked her inner lips, but always returning to her clit. Finally, her body shook violently as she was ripped by her second orgasm of the session. Her body continued to shake as I sucked her clit. I could sense her trying to get away from my tongue, but the leather straps around her ankles and the sharp pain to her nipples held her near me. Her body shook once more before I halted my oral assault. "I hope you're ready to be fucked, because it's my turn now." I lined up my cock and slammed the first six inches into her. Her body jerked as my girth spread her pussy wide. My hand slapped her ass and she let out a yelp. This allowed another three inches to slide into her pussy. She was really wet by now, but she was surprisingly tight. I could feel her vaginal muscles tighten against my cock. We began a quick pace of fucking. Her cunt was able to handle my entire length. My hands grasping her hips, I pulled her toward me with each stroke of my cock. This girl knows how to fuck! After more than ten minutes of serious humping, I quickened the pace as I was ready to cum. Our bodies slamming together, my cum erupted from my body. I continued to fuck her sexy pussy until I could no longer stand it. I withdrew from her pussy and fell onto the couch. 

"What a great fuck! Cameron, that was amazing!" Dave applauded. Apparently, I had left Cameron just short of another orgasm. She began to wiggle against her restraints, trying to rub her thighs together to get herself off.

"Let's go out to the back patio and leave this girl alone for some privacy." Dave gave me a hand off the couch. I could hear Cameron moaning, but it was Dave's party. As we stood on the deck with fresh drinks he said, "Don't worry about her, she can get herself off without touching herself. Just enjoy the night air and catch your breath." It didn't even seem odd that we were both naked.

We walked back inside about twenty minutes later, just in time to see Cameron shaking as her long-wanted orgasm took her body. "See what I mean, she's amazing!" 

After she calmed down, we unfastened her from the table and helped her to her feet. She was pretty wobbly; she had been tied down about two hours. Before I left, I bent down and suckled her left nipple. I could tell she was pretty sore, but she let me caress her without saying a word. I drove home with visions of Cameron stuck in my head.

Kim was shaking her head at my story. "That's quite a story, Rodger. Sure you're not making it up?" 

"That's just Act I. Shall we grab a table and I'll tell you about Act II?" Kim nodded for more of the story. "About ten days later, Dave called asking for a favor. He had to leave the states for three weeks and was hoping I'd check in on Cameron."

"She's pretty dependent, man. Some times it's a real drag. The sex is unbelievable, but dependency is a bitch. She really liked you." He mentioned a few things, but said Cameron could show me whatever I needed to know. Just before he hung up, he added, "Oh yeah, fucking is optional. Have fun!"

I couldn't believe my ears. Watch my girl and feel free to fuck her as I wish. Sounded like quite an offer. I had no idea just how good the offer would be. But I did know I would take him up on the optional sex!

The first day Dave was gone, I thought I should check in with her and told her I'd be there about six. Cameron opened the door before I could even knock. She was the prototypical '50's housewife with a modern day sexual appetite. This would take some adjusting on my part. Cameron had a Fosters already poured in a frosted beer glass. I asked if she was eating with me but she said she'd eat after I'd left. When I insisted, I could see her hesitation, not knowing what to do. "We can keep it our secret!" Cameron was dressed in Levi's and a blouse, very demure. We talked through dinner, although I did most of the talking. Cameron had really been conditioned for subservience. With the table cleared, I led her by the hand into the bedroom. 


Cameron



I hoped she wanted me, but I knew it would not matter. I definitely wanted her. I looked around the room. It's always weird to fuck in a strange bed ... especially with another guy's girl. I had my back to her for only a moment as I looked around the room. As I turned back, she already had her shirt half unbuttoned. "Please don't," I said firmly. A confused look crossed her face at my command. "I will do that when I'm ready." She stood next to the bed, hands at her side. She was unsure what to do. Dave had put all his toys away, but there were examples of his kinks all around the room. There were very solid eye screws into the four corners of the head and footboards of the bed. A large hook protruded from the ceiling, evidently they had a swing. The TV / DVD / Tripod were opposite the bed. "Does Dave use the camera often?" She nodded yes. "I bet he has videos of you with another woman, doesn't he?" Again, she nodded yes. Her cheeks gained some color. "Please put your favorite one in the DVD and put the remote by the bed for me." Cameron quickly moved and selected one from the cabinet entitled 'Cameron & Nicky'. Loading it into the DVD, she put the remote on the night stand then moved beside me. 

We stood face to face, twelve inches apart. I slowly unfastened the buttons on my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders. Funny, I was trying to seduce someone who would do whatever I told her. I wanted her to want me. She reached for my belt. "Don't, I will do it. I hope I won't need to tell you again." I slid my pants down to my ankles and stepped out of them, kicking them aside. My cock swelling my sheer, black thong underwear. Her eye's gravitated to my bulging excitement. She remembered the size and my ego said she was desiring me. I finished unbuttoning her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. Her beautiful breasts defied the laws of gravity before me. "These are beautiful!" Cameron wore smaller gold hoops on her nipples, nipples that were already hard. My mouth took her left breast. I kissed and licked and suckled. My left hand caressed her opposite breast. Sensing her hand reaching out for my bulge, I slapped it. My teeth biting down on her nipple as a sign of my displeasure. I returned to the task of giving her pleasure. My tongue danced around her nipples. I lifted and tugged at her jeans. As I slipped them off her hips, her beautiful pussy appeared before me. Sliding the jeans to her ankles, she stepped free. Cameron was now nude before me. 

I could not believe how beautiful she appeared. As I neared her pussy, I could already sense her womanhood. My tongue danced on the skin around her wanting pussy. She finally spoke to me without being asked a question. "Oh Rodger, please put your tongue in me. You make me so excited." How could I refuse? My tongue split her soft pussy lips, licking up and down her length. I focused my attention on the enlarged clit. With my tongue flattened wide, I began to stroke her clit from side to side as quickly as I could. Cameron's hands moved behind my head and pulled me into her. My hands had been stroking her inner thighs as my tongue tantalized her pussy. Sliding them up her thighs, I found her handles and spread her pussy lips. My tongue dove inside her, trying to fuck her. Cameron moaned as my attentions brought her to her first orgasm of the night. Her whole body shook as my tongue continued to dart in and out of her. I could feel her body slouch as she was spent by my actions. I stood in front of her and we kissed for the first time. Her tongue attacked my tonsils! This was about desire, not obedience. My hands traced the curves of her body, as her did mine. I finally broke free of our embrace. 

"I'd like to watch you with Nicky now." I stripped off my thong and crawled on the bed. My cock was nearly erect. "Please join me," as I patted the bed beside me. I turned on the video. The scene showed the bed we were on with Cameron lying naked. Soon she was joined by Nicky and they quickly kissed. This soon developed into Cameron sliding down the bed and going down on Nicky's very hairy bush. I was playing with Cameron's breast; she was stroking my cock. Cameron seemed to enjoy Nicky; she lapped at her pussy with urgency. Nicky was writhing on the bed. "Did she really cum for you?" I could see the pride in her face when she told me four times. Cameron was now stroking my cock with that same urgency. She moved down the bed and got between my legs. Her hot mouth enveloped my fully erect cock. She started slowly, but eventually had my entire length. Cameron began to bob on my cock. By now, Cameron had strapped on a black dildo on the video. Just as she was burying the cock in Nicky's pussy, I didn't have nearly the self-control tonight. When Cameron slipped the black dildo out of Nicky's pussy and buried it in her asshole, I lost all control. My load shot into Cameron's throat. I could feel her gag slightly, but she continued to suck on my length. Her nails raked my tender skin between my asshole and balls causing me to shoot another load down her throat.

I pulled her up on top of me and we kissed for an eternity. I rolled on top of her and my semi-erect cock slid into her wanting pussy. We began a slow rhythm of fucking, my hands playing with her boobs. The video continued to play but neither of us was watching. As I regained full strength, we picked up the pace of our sex. After twenty minutes, we were rocking. I slammed my body into hers. Cameron's body shook, putting me over the edge myself. We continued until I collapsed in exhaustion. I awoke about an hour later and slid down Cameron. Tasting her pussy again, my tongue worked magic and she was soon coming for the last time that evening. I got dressed and she walked me to the door. Cameron didn't bother to dress. "We're going out tomorrow night. I'll wear a black suit, dress appropriately. Six o'clock." I walked to the car in a daze.

The next morning I dragged myself into work about nine. My unshaven face gave the girls something to chat about all morning. They just wanted to know the story! I readjusted my afternoon, so I could get home about three. I tried to concentrate on work, but could only think about Cameron. Leaving work, I told Dolores (my Assistant) I'd be a little late tomorrow. The grin on her face made me laugh. I showered and shaved while having a drink of whiskey. I was just supposed to be 'baby sitting' a guy's twenty-something girlfriend and I was as nervous as a schoolboy. I put on a starched white shirt and black suit. I thought I looked like a million bucks. 

Arriving at Cameron's at six, I was not prepared for the sight before me. She wore an ankle length white dress with a slit up the side that extended well up her thigh and three inch heels. It had a plunging neckline and was open backed to her waist. My cock jumped at the sight. I pulled Cameron close and kissed her. My hands roaming over her ass, "Do you own underwear?" Cameron looked like she had done something wrong. "No, No, You're perfect. I was just curious."

Cameron smiled, "No, actually I don't. I'm not wearing my nipple rings tonight; they just don't look right with this dress. Is that ok?" I told her again that she looked perfect. Cameron's dress rode high up her thigh as she exited my low to the ground Porsche as the valet held her door. He was most eager to help her exit the car. Head's turned as we walked through the restaurant to our table overlooking the ocean. Her beauty was unmistakable. Of course, the setting sun shone through her sheer white dress. Those behind us were treated to a heavenly glimpse of her womanhood! Cameron was just like a kid.

It was evident she had never been to a fine restaurant and her enthusiasm was exciting. She was quiet at first, but after the first glass of wine, our conversation flowed easily. We talked mostly about my day and my job, steering clear of 'her' life. Tonight was not the time for that discussion. At one point during dinner, I told Cameron to stroll to the ladies room. 

When she asked if something was wrong I said, "No, I just want to watch all the heads turn to watch you." Cameron blushed at my comment. "Go ahead and see for yourself."

She walked slowly through the dining area and just as I had said heads turned to watch her. Not just men, but a couple of women as well. Her short blonde hair accented her tanned neck. The open backed dress led your eyes right down her spine to her incredible ass. And the view as she walked towards you ... heaven. Her eyes sparkled and lit up her face. She was returning now and I could do nothing but stare. Her 38C breasts were firm but bounced slightly as she walked in the heels. She was aware of being stared at now and the thought hardened her nipples. They were unmistakable under the sheer dress. She was beaming as she sat down. "Rodger, you were right. I could see everyone looking at me." You could hear the surprise and excitement in her voice. "I could see men and women turn and watch me walk by their table. You are going to take me home and have sex with me, aren't you?"

This was the first time I'd heard Cameron express desire. "As soon as we finish dessert."

As we waited for the valet to bring the car, I whispered in her ear. The car roared up and the valet opened her door. Cameron did just as I instructed her. As she entered the car, she pulled on her dress enough to provide him an incredible view of her beautiful pussy. She did nothing to readjust her dress as he closed the door. I walked around and entered the car. As we drove back to her place, she had a big smile on her face. Cameron's excitement was evident as we drove home. She constantly fidgeted in the seat, her hands by her side. I'm sure she had been conditioned to not touch herself unless instructed to do so. I had expected the head turning at dinner, but not Cameron's reaction to the attention. I decided patience at home would be required, in fact, Dave would expect it. As I turned off the ignition in the car, my hand reached for hers. "Cameron, I know you are beaming, but we must exercise discipline tonight. I hope you understand." I could see a hint of disappointment, but she nodded understanding. 

I led her to the bedroom, then I hopped on the bed to watch. "Undress yourself for me Cameron. I want to watch you." Cameron slipped the straps off her shoulders, the evening dress sliding over her curves and down to the floor. She stepped out of the dress and stood before me in just her three-inch heels. 

"Now, caress your body ... as Nicky does for you." Cameron's hands began to roam over her ample breasts. I could see the tenderness in her touch. Her long fingers caressed her breasts before moving to her nipples. She traced circles around her areolas, bringing her nipples to there fullest without ever touching them. Slowly, her left hand began to snake down her belly. She traced circles around her navel before cupping her hand to explore her own wetness. I could see her stroking her clit while her middle finger explored her pussy. Her body swayed slightly as she got into her own rhythm. I knew Cameron understood her body well and didn't want her to push herself over the edge. 

"Stop Now!" She quickly brought her hands to her sides. "Put on the leather wrist and ankle cuffs, then turn away from me." Cameron went to the toy chest and did as she was told. I got off the bed and stripped down. I took my time hanging up my clothes, making Cameron wait. I slipped a blindfold around her eyes and led her to the bed. "Spread your arms and legs." I quickly fastened her spread-eagle to the bedposts. "My god you are beautiful." I leaned over and kissed her breasts. They were so firm, yet so soft. I moved between her legs and drank in her scent. Finally, my tongue plunged between her lips, her body arched at my affections. I devoured her, my tongue ravishing her wet and moist pussy. As I sensed her change in breathing, I stopped. Her lips thrashed, searching for my tongue, but to no avail. The leather straps held her immobile. My cock was rock hard and I needed her. I mounted her, pressing my cock to her pussy lips. Before entering, I unfastened the blindfold. I just had to see those beautiful eyes. My cock sunk deep inside her with my first thrust. "Fuck with me!" Her hips rose up to meet mine. I fucked her like a madman; both of us filled with desire. Her body shook, then my body followed. She took all my strength from me.

Listening to the story, Kim was dying from the lust. I swear I could see her breathing much shallower. "We're in a public place, keep your hands on the table! Almost up to date, can you handle it?" She nodded. 

Anyway, I did my best to take care of Cameron until Dave returned home. We had a lot of fun and she began to come out of her shell. By the time Dave returned, Cameron had changed ... and so had I. About four weeks ago, Cameron knocked on my door. "Rodger, can I come inside?" We talked well into the night. She told me that she had changed and that she was no longer what Dave wanted. "He told me I was free to go. Can I stay with you?" I told her I had an extra room, but that I'd like to share mine with her.

As if on cue, Cameron walked into the bar and stood behind Kim. "I knew I'd find you here..." 

Kim turned in her chair to face Cameron. "Cameron, I'm Kim, I've heard much about you ... but you are even more beautiful than Rodger described. Please join us." 



Cameron and Manny



Prologue:

Cameron were married seventeen years. No children, bills paid, house nearly owned. She's thirty-eight and I'm forty now. She's still a tawny haired beauty with B-cup boobs and the plumpest ass ever to have graced the backside of a 110 pound five-foot four-inch female woman! Her olive complexion is to die for and she smells like something descended from Mt. Olympus.

Our sex life was terrific through most of those years. Was, being the operative word. She eventually filed for divorce, that was two years ago, and moved out. So while we had indeed been married for fifteen years at that point, as I said, it was but six months after that that little reality will have became past tense. 

Now, you might think that she left me because I was cheating. Maybe because she had to find herself. Maybe because I didn't make enough money: I'm a bartender. But you'd be wrong. Nor did she leave me because she was in love with somebody else. No, she swore she still loved me and only me; and, in her way I think that was true, and I am of the opinion it remains true even now. 

No, she left me because of a career move she felt impelled to make. She wanted to be a prostitute! Not forced to be, not blackmailed into it, not talked into it—well, there were influences. She wanted to do it to enjoy herself and at the same time make good money. She felt, not unreasonably, that I wouldn't have been able to handle it, and so she left me. Well, she was right about my not being able to handle it. I hated it! But, that said, I can't bring myself to hate her. Go figure, but I just can't, even now.

Two years ago:

I'm meeting her in fifteen minutes. She wants to talk to me. I don't know what about. I mean we're divorced, almost. She didn't want anything from the house other than her personal stuff. She didn't ask for alimony or anything. We don't have kids, as I said, so there was no problem there. So I don't know what she wants now. But, I am curious.

"Want another drink, Manny?" said Rhonda. Rhonda Davis is the early shift bartender. She and I have worked together for these past many years. We love each other like brother and sister and have each other's back when the occasion requires it. She knows my situation and empathizes. 

"Yeah, I guess, Rhonda. I mean I haven't come close to my limit of sixty-four beers in a day yet," I said.

Rhonda returned with the beer and set it in front of me. She looked up and past me. She nodded. "Incoming," she said. I turned. Cameron had come in and was looking around for me. She saw Rhonda who pointed me out to her.

My soon to be ex-wife slid in across from me. "Hi Manny. How are you today? You okay?" she said, by way of greeting.

I nodded. "Okay I guess. Yeah" I said. I just looked at her. She clearly wasn't dressed for business. Jeans, a t-shirt, and lightweight slip-on sandals, no socks.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," she said. She paused, and then jumped in. "I gotta ask again, are you okay? I know I hurt you, Manny, and I feel like a skunk for doing it. But, it is just something that I had to do. You know, like I explained before."

"Cam, I'm as good as can be expected. I miss you. I wish you hadn't done this to us. But, it's done now, and I guess we have to move on, both of us," I said, sounding far more logical than I felt.

"Yes, well, I miss you too, if it comes to that," she said. "Manny, I need a favor. It can work to your benefit too if you want," she said.

I was immediately suspicious. She'd killed my heart. Divorced the hell outta me. Disgraced me, my family, hers, the whole damn world; but now, she needed a favor and apparently I was the only one in the whole wide world who could supply it! Well, the gods do move in mysterious fucking ways. 

"Huh?" I said.

"A favor, Manny. It won't cost you a dime," she said.

"Can I ask you something, first?" I said.

"Sure, anything, honey buns," she said.

"You know—our love life—it wasn't enough for you? I mean, I thought it was. I thought we did good," I said.

"Truth?"

"Yes," I said, and I knew I shouldn't have.

"Manny, I could hardly even feel you're little four-inch dick inside of me. You tried hard, and you were marvelous with your mouth and tongue. But, overall..."

"You sure no how to hurt a guy," I said.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Manny. Believe me, Manny, that is the last thing I want to do. You are a wonderful guy. Any girl but me would be tickled to death to have you and to hold you. But, you asked, and I will never lie to you. Not ever, no matter what," she said.

Why couldn't she be like other women and lie to me. But, she was right, I'd had to ask. Talk about dumb shit moves. "Yeah, well, fucking wonderful."

She looked at me. I could tell that she was sad she'd felt she had to tell me something that she knew would hurt me, and that hurt her.

"Okay, what's the favor that little dick here can do for you?" I said.

"Manny—I'm—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you again. But, you are to honest and good a man to treat like an idiot. I will not lie to you. Not for anything." 

"Yeah, yeah. Okay get on with it," I said, trying not to cry. 

She nodded. "You remember Calvin, right?" she said.

"Yeah, the asshole who influenced you to get involved with this escort stuff," I said. 

"Yes. Well, you're right. He did turn out to be an asshole. He dumped me. My pimp dumped me. Can you believe it!"

"Oh my, that's absolutely horrible! I don't know how you can stand it," I said, as sarcastically as I could.

"Manny, you don't have to be so sarcastic and mean," she said. "I was never nasty to you."

I looked at her like she was crazy. "Not nasty to me? You dumped me to become a goddamned street walker! I'd call that supremely nasty," I said, trying to hold on to some semblance of dignity and failing miserably.

"I'm not a street walker, Manny, too dangerous. I make dates, and then only with men who have been vetted. I needed a pimp for that though, and Calvin let me down," she said. She said it like it was some kind of minor business failure. Like she'd only have to call HRO to get a replacement. But, she soon disabused me of that thought. "That's why I'm here."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" I said. I had a thought, and I laughed. "Hah! You probably want me to fill in."

She wasn't laughing. "Exactly."

It took me a minute. I think my mouth was hanging open. It was definitely dry. I had to be dreaming. My wife, soon to be ex-wife, had left me to become a prostitute. She'd had a pimp who'd arranged—uh—clients for her. The pimp had blown town. Now she wanted me to pick up the slack and pimp for her. To say that words failed me would not come close to describing my confused state. I couldn't talk, not at first.

"Manny? I know this is a strange request, but..."

"Strange? Strange request? It's fodder for Guinness. Let me answer you this way, "Get the fuck outta here!"

"I know I've shocked you. But, someone has to do it for me, and there are not too many people I would trust, like you. In fact there aren't any," she said. "Please, give it some thought. I know when you think about it you'll want to help me. And, in case it matters, Manny, you'd be making a lot of money!"

"Cameron Lee, get the fuck outta here before I call the cops and have you picked up."

"Okay, I'm going, but please think about it. I'll be back soon. I need you," she said.

I sat there stunned. Rhonda arrived like some kind of guardian angel with another mug. I sloshed it down fast and furious. I needed something. Like I said, my mouth was dry.

"What'd she want?" said Rhonda.

"You wouldn't believe it," I said.

"Try me," she said.

"She wanted me to pimp for her."

Rhonda couldn't contain herself, she broke out laughing. "You know, Manny, it wouldn't be the first time a husband pimped out his woman," she said, as she gained back a measure of self-control.

I looked at her like she was some kind of crazy person. "Not me," I said.

******

I didn't hear from Cameron for two weeks. I figured she'd gotten the message that I didn't want anything to do with her offer. I was wrong.

I was sitting in my living room watching Alabama and Arkansas go at when the door bell rang. Getting up to answer it I spilled my beer and swore.

I opened the door, and she was past me before I could slam it in her face.

"You really need to stop that swearing, Manny, it doesn't become you. What's that I smell—beer?" she said.

"Yeah, when I got up to answer the door for you, I spilled it. "Thanks a helluva lot.

"Whaddya want, Cameron. I told you I wasn't interested in your proposal and I'm still not. Call me little-vanilla-dick," I said.

"Geezsus, Manny, is your male ego that fragile? If I'd realized how sensitive you were about the size of your cock, maybe I would have lied to you," she said.

"That's my wife, always thinking of new ways to belittle me," I said.

"You're right. That was uncalled for. Got a beer for me?" she said, settling into the easy chair next to the couch. "And, I am sorry for belittling you before. I really mean it," she said.

"Look can we forget about my cock. It's never going to bother you again, so I don't see any reason to keep on bringing it up," I said.

"Okay, you're right again. I'm an idiot," she said.

I wanted to say she'd get no argument from me, but it was too easy. I let it slide. "So what do you want?" I said.

"First I need a place to shack up for a couple of days. Any chance you might have mercy on me?" she said.

"What's matter, the hooking business not paying very well these days?" I said, adding as much sarcasm as I could.

"Not exactly, when Calvin ran off, he took all of my money: almost $10,000," she said.

"So, have you stopped hooking?" I said.

"Temporarily. I won't do it without a pimp. I need you, Manny. You gotta help me out."

"No."

"No? No what?" she said.

"No, I don't have to help you out. I ain't pimping for you. But, you can shack up here until you can find a place. You know where the guest room is. Go there. Hide out. I wanna watch my game," I said.

"Who's playing?" she asked. We used to watch together; she was a fan too.

"Bama and Arkansas," I said.

"Can I watch too? I mean with you?" she said.

"Yeah, I guess, but don't be buggin' me about that other thing, and I mean it," I said.

"You got it. Never during a game," she said, qualifying her promise.

******

The game ended, Bama won, but just barely. She cheered like a teenager. It brought back memories.

I headed upstairs to bed, "Night, Cameron," I said. I heard her say goodnight back to me.

Around 2:00 in the morning I was awakened. Cameron was sliding into bed beside me. "I need for you to cuddle with me; I'm lonely and a little frightened," she said. She pushed her tush back into me, and I felt my little soldier betray me. What the hell, she was a damsel in distress. I wasn't much of a knight in shining armor, but I guess I would do for the night. I heard her giggle. 

She turned toward me. "I'm in the mood," she said. "I think maybe you are too." She said this while her hand surrounded my cock and began hosing it lightly and slowly. She did a 180 and forced her pussy back onto my face. My mouth began sucking at her clit while my nose ground itself into her sweet smelling rose bud.

He tongue licked and flicked over the surface of my cock and them by balls. I was so hard I could have drilled a hole in a sheet of one-inch plywood no problem.

Another 180 and she was riding my totally inadequate 4.6 inches like the cowgirl she was! I played with her tits squeezing them like a kid squeezes a bath toy hoping it will make a noise; they did, she squealed. She paused to shudder; I was sure it was an orgasm, short lived though it was. She was hot, very hot. Just as she came down from her high, I unloaded into her. Fuck! she was a good screw. She was going to make a lot of money, I was sure. She collapsed on top of me.

"Was that good for you?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Is that a serious question?" I said. "But, I have one for you. Was that a real orgasm you had? Don't lie."

"You bet little man. You bet. Truth is, it's kinda rare for a man to get a woman off with his dick, even if the dick is sizable. Most men can't or won't control their own orgasms long enough. The woman has to be steaming hot, and I was tonight," she said.

I decided not to push my luck with any more dumbass questions.

We were both very tired; it was freakin' 2:30 in the morning for chryssakes!. We were out cold in minutes. 

******

I was up and out before her. I knew she would want to talk, and boy could she talk the ass off of a horse or what. But that could wait; I wasn't up to it. I wanted the glow from the past evening—morning—to last a while: I'd been totally virginal since she'd left me.

I tooled into the house at around 6:00. She was in the kitchen making dinner. Hmm, how wifely of her. I went in to see.

"Feeling domestic today," I said. "Smells good."

"Yes. I guess so, I mean I'm feeling a little domestic. I just thought I'd make us something; I mean I am here freeloading; I have to do something to keep up my end, makes me feel better. I hope it's okay," she said.

"It sure smells okay. I'll let you know later," I said.

We ate in mostly silence, and I think it was killing her. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "Manny, I really, really do need your help. I'm afraid out there in the big world. I need a manager," she said. Talk about euphemisms.

"You mean a pimp, dontcha, Cam." It wasn't a question.

"That's just a nasty word, Manny. I need someone to make sure I don't get hurt out there. You know, so that the experiences are all good ones," she said.

"Cameron, listen to me. I am not into being a cuckold, especially not your cuckold. You fucked me over good, and I will be years trying to pick myself up from that. You are willingly into a lifestyle that is both dangerous and stupid. We're in the middle of a divorce because of all of this. 

"Are you getting it, Cameron. What you've got to do is stop it. Tell you what. You stop all of this now and forever, and I will stop the divorce and I will take you back. But, you are going into therapy, no question about that," I said.

That stopped her. "You'd take me back?" she said.

I nodded. I don't know where my words came from, but I knew they were true.

She thought for a minute. I could see she was wrestling with whatever demon was possessing her. She slowly shook her head. "I can't Manny, I can't. I love it too much."

That was the last said that evening. The following day she was gone. As it turned out I wouldn't see her again for a long time. The divorce was final some months later, and she didn't show for it. She had just disappeared.

******

I was washing glasses behind the bar a year later when a cop came to see me. I knew he was a cop from the combination of the cheap suit and the undignified swagger. "Yes, officer," I said as he approached the bar. "What can I get you?"

"You Manny Kirkland?" he said. His eyes were taking in the place. I hated it when people talked to me but had their eyes somewhere else. I waited for him to look at me before I opened my mouth.

He looked back at me no doubt wondering why I was silent. "Did you hear me?" he said.

"I wasn't sure you were talking to me. You were looking everywhere but at me," I said.

"So?" he said.

"I'm sorry, so what?" I said.

"Are you Manny Kirkland?" He was miffed.

"Yes." I said. "And, you are?"

"Lt. Baxter.

"You got a wife named Cameron?"

"No. Did once, but we're divorced," I said. "What's this all about?"

"Somebody beat her nearly to death. Divorced you say?" said the copper.

"Yeah—beaten!—Wh—Wh—Why? Who?" All of a sudden I felt guilty.

"Yeah. But if you're divorced—She said you were her husband. She had a paper on her, in her purse. It said to call you in case of emergency. That's all I know, bub," he said. 

"Look—where is she? Is she going to make it?" I said.

"Guy," he was being nicer all of a sudden, "you knew she was hooking, right? I mean we think it was one of her Johns."

"Sweet Geezsus! I have to get to her. Where is she? Can you tell me?" I said.

"County General. As for is she going to make it, you have to speak to the doctors about that," he said. "But she's in real bad shape; that I can say."

I was already gathering up my keys and heading out. I called back to Rhonda to cover for me. It was a thirty minute drive to the hospital. I was directed to third floor—intensive care.

The door was glass and I could see a nurse inside fiddling with some monitor or other. Cameron was covered with a light sheet; her face was twice its normal size and totally black and blue. Even from outside the room, I could see one of her eyes was bandaged up. This was my ex-wife, but she was also a woman, a girl, helpless against almost any man; and some imitation of a man had beat her bad, real bad! I wanted to kill. All I could think of was my impotence to do anything about it. I wanted revenge.

Cameron had brought this on herself. She was an idiot, but for all of her stupidity she did not deserve this, nobody did except the man that did it to her. I knocked softy. The nurse motioned me in. I entered.

"Two minutes," she whispered in my ear. I nodded. I went to the bed. I didn't try to touch her. I was afraid.

The nurse stepped out to give us privacy. "I love you little girl," I said. "You're a complete idiot, but your husband loves you—ex-husband." Tears flooded my eyes, I was helpless to do anything about it. All too soon, the nurse returned and gently shooed me out. I sought out the doctor.

******

"Dr. Moss is it?" I said by way of introduction.

"Yes, and you are?" He said.

"Manny Kirkland. Cameron Kirkland's husband," I said. Of course it was a lie, but I figured God would forgive me.

"Yes, oh yes," He said. "You've seen your wife?"

"Yes. She's hurt bad. Can you give me..."

"Mr. Kirkland. Unless we run into any unforeseen complications, I think your wife will be all right, but it's going to be a long haul I'm afraid. She has massive internal injuries. Whoever did this kicked her often and hard while she was down."

"Do you know if the police have got the guy?" I said.

"No I don't. They've been here looking for evidence, but I don't think they've been able to figure it out yet," said Dr. Moss. I was pretty sure they, the cops, wouldn't be trying too hard: she was just another unlucky whore to them.

"Doctor, do you think I could stay with her. You know sit with her in the room. I wouldn't disturb anything," I said.

He looked to be thinking it over. "She's seriously hurt, Mr. Kirkland. Normally we like to have a patient in her state as quiet and undisturbed as possible. But, maybe it would be good for her to have you in there. I guess I can okay that. I'll inform the nurse's station," he said.

"Thank you doctor," I said. I hurried back to the ICU.

******

Over the next several days, Cameron came out of it several times, but each time only briefly. And, each and every one of those times the nurses would scurry and the doctors would appear as though from nowhere. And finally, on the sixth day, I was dozing; but for some reason, or no reason, I awakened to see two dark brown eyes peering at me. She smiled weakly in my direction. "Hi, my friend," she squeaked.

"Hi to you too," I said. "How are you feeling? No, don't talk, let me call the nurse." She smiled gamely.

I reached for the button and seven seconds later a white clad angel of mercy came in. She shooed me out, but I could tell from her demeanor that this time Cameron might have finally beaten the devil.

I waited just outside the door, not in the waiting room where they had initially tried to send me. The doctor came out.




Cameron and Manny



He smiled at me. "It looks good," he said. "We'll keep her here for a few more days, run a couple of tests, and if all goes well, you can take her home."

I looked at him with a question in my mind. Home? With me? I knew then that I would be taking her home, but I had no idea for how long or really if she'd even go with me. I just said, "Sure doctor. Absolutely."

They had given her another sedative to let her rest, but at least she was out of the semi-coma that she had been in since her arrival. It was on the ninth day that I was able to talk with her at some length.

"You'll be released tomorrow," I said. "I will take you home with me. You're gonna need some help for a while."

"That's nice of you," she said. "Especially after all I've put you through."

"Yeah, well there will be rules," I said, knowing I had to take control or she would be back here again almost certainly and maybe in the downstairs morgue.

"I know, Manny. I know," she said.

"Can you tell me what happened?" I said. "The cops are going to want to know too," I said.

"It was Calvin," she said. "He did this to me. He came back and wanted to resume our business arrangement among other things. But, I told him to get lost. He didn't take it very well. And..."

She hadn't lost her talent for understatement. "I guess not," I said. "But I thought you wanted a pimp."

"He'd robbed me, and I knew he would again. Plus..."

I waited, and she looked at me with a growing sadness showing in her eyes. "I told him wasn't going to do it anymore," she said. "I told him I was through. That's when he lost it and beat the hell outta me."

I was having a hard time getting my head around what she had just said. My brilliant response was, "Huh?"

"You were right all along, Manny. It was a horrible life. I had some fun in the early going, but it soon palled. There was nothing in it but the money after a while. And, as I discovered, Money was not the most important thing to me anymore. I needed more, a lot more," she said.

"More?" I said. "What more?"

She stared at the ceiling for some moments. "Love, Manny, Love."

I looked down, I couldn't let her see me tear up. "Who is he?' I asked. "Why isn't he here?"

She had that sad look again. "Manny, he is."

"Huh?"

"It's you," she said. "I know we're divorced. I know you can't stand what I've done. I've hurt you a dozen ways and as many times. But, I was wrong. I don't expect you to take me back. I just need you around me for a while, while I get my bearings."

"You got it, kiddo. I'll always be there for you. But, if you are really quitting the business, I am going to insist that you get counseling. No arguments," I said.

"Yes, sir," she said.

******

I had another agenda. Cameron had been interviewed by the cheap suits, but they didn't seem overly interested in breaking a sweat trying to solve the case. I, on the other hand, had every intention of solving it; and that with or without any help from them.

The ride home was not exactly lively but we didn't stop talking, really almost arguing. I wanted to know all about Calvin, and she didn't want to tell me anything. 

"Manny, Calvin is twice your size, and he doesn't fear anything. He's a very serious dude. I don't want you going after him. The police can do that," she said.

"Maybe they will and maybe they won't, Cam, but this guy has got to pay. And, I'm willing to bet a million bucks that you aren't the first woman he's done this to. So tell me. I promise I won't hurt him too bad," I said, smiling and trying to lighten things up a little.

She let go of an exasperated sigh. "He has a place, or did until he disappeared. It's downtown, on fifteenth east. The Harmon apartments. Fourth floor I think. Don't remember the exact number." She turned in her seat to look at me, and I could see her grimace. "Manny, he carries a gun. He carries it all of the time. Do not go after this guy. He comes from a world you don't know anything about," she said, finally.

"Don't worry. I don't know what I'm going to do exactly, not yet, but I won't be taking any chances," I said.

Pulling into the driveway, I helped her out of the car. She was ambulatory but barely. Getting her up the stairs and into the bedroom where she was going to rest for a couple of days minimum was a bit of a challenge. But we got it done.

It was strange her laying there. She hadn't been in my bed in so long it was like she was a stranger. For sure she wasn't the same woman I'd married a thousand years before. Nor was she the same woman that had walked out on me to become a whore. It was going to be real strange for a while, and real iffy as to how things would turn out. Yes, I know, I could have put her in the guest room, but somehow that didn't seem right. She'd be sleepin' with me, and that was the long and short of it.

******

I called Rhonda. She and I knew a few people and I asked her to find me Jill Armstrong; they'd been tight a few years back, and what I was going to ask for needed the personal touch. Jill used to be a regular at the bar and she was also a private-eye. She'd find good 'ole Calvin for me, and more, she'd find the dirt on him that I was really after; and that before the police ever got a whiff.

The call had brought me to the bar and she was sitting near the front rubbing out a cigarette and nodding for the bar girl to bring her a refill; she was apparently drinking martinis.

I strode over to her. "Hi, Jill, haven't seen you in a long time," I said.

"Hello, Manny. Yeah, it has been a while. Been busy. So how have you been," she said.

"I've been better. Rhonda say anything to you?" I said.

"Not really. Said you and the wife had problems, but that was about it," said Jill.

"Problems? Not even close," I said. "More like a shit storm of problems, and I have no idea how I am going to get by them or how it will all end up or whatever."

She eyed me for the longest minute. "Okay, so what can I do to help?" she said, slowly.

I gave Helen a signal to bring us a round. After she had done that, I launched into the short version—which wasn't all that short—of what had been going on for the last year plus. Now, Jill was an experienced PI. She'd seen about everything one in her line of work could see. She was nevertheless shocked to hear my tale of woe.

"Sweet mother of God!" she said, not attempting to hide her feelings. "So at least you have an old address. Okay. And, you want to find this asshole before the cops get their hands on him. Why?"

"I want to talk to him about his, uh, behavior," I said. Jill eyed me once again for a long moment. 

"You plannin' on doin' somethin' inappropriate, Manny?"

"No, but he's gonna know not to mess with my wife again. And, I'm gonna turn his evil ass over to the cops. After we have our little conversation of course," I said.

"Okay, I'll find him for you. But, no wild ass revenge shit, or you'll never see me again. Okay, am I clear?" she said.

"Good, I appreciate it," I said. "And, yes, you're very clear."

We spoke for a few more minutes. She laid it on me as to the cost for a search of this kind: $200 a day and expenses. I agreed, we downed our drinks and she got up to leave.

"One more thing, Manny. No weapons. Leave 'em at home," she said. I nodded my agreement. 

I didn't hear from Jill for three days. But on the third day, I got the call.

"He's living in a small upscale apartment, not the one you gave me, but nearby: 1411 Delano street, number six; it's upstairs.

******

I sat out in the car thinking. Jill's warning was clear in my mind, and Cam's too if it came to that: he'd almost certainly be armed. I made up my mind; my approach would be two pronged. First, I'd make sure he knew the police were aware of where I was and who I was with, and second, I'd confront him. I pulled out my cell and made the call. The tire iron I held in my right hand was partially hidden, as I kept it held tight next to my leg; it was my equalizer and argument arbitrator. The call connected.

I knocked on the door as soon as Lt Baxter, the cop from the hospital answered. The door opened, a tall black man stared at me. "Yes...Lt. Baxter... this is Manny Kirkland...yes, I'm at 1411 Delano Street; it's Calvin Goode's place....yes...I'm letting you know in case anything untoward happens..." I hung up.

"What the fuck," said the man in front of me. I put my booted foot in the door and he couldn't close it. I pushed and went in.

"As you heard the cops know where I am, and they are undoubtedly already loading up to get here. You got no hope of getting away now, asswipe," I said. He reached into the back of his waist band. My hand flashed and he went down like a sack of wet cement. I rolled him over and threw hi gun onto the seat of the nearby recliner.

He started to come around, but he was obviously in a great deal of distress. I hadn't hit him that hard, but evidently it had been hard enough.

"And, as I was about to say, asshole, if anything happens to me, they'll know who to look for first. But, it does look like that isn't going to be a worry." I wasn't quite laughing at him.

"Think you're pretty clever don't you," said Calvin.

"More clever than thou art," I said, smiling like a possum. "You don't have much time, I'm thinking. I wanna beat the living shit out of you for messin' with Cameron, but I guess I have to let the cops have their shot at you first—uhoh—maybe not now, I guess. I promised a friend I wouldn't mess you up too much though."

He looked me over and was clearly thinking about trying to take me down. He thought better of it, and settled back against the wall. "Why'd you come? Why not send the cops and let them do your dirty work?" he said.

"Oh they will. But, you have made a good point. I'm here because I want to know why you beat up Cameron. I can't believe it's because she wanted to quit your little game," I said. "And, I wanted to see the face of the slimeball up close and personal before he was taken away."

He laughed. "You don't know anything do you?" said Calvin. 

"Enough," I said.

"Right—not," he said. "Cameron and I are engaged. Did she tell you that?"

I could feel my face darken. "You're a lying piece of shit, Calvin. But even, if so, the beating makes even less sense."

"It does if you catch her fucking around on you," he said. He perked up when he heard sirens in the back ground. "And, did she tell you she robbed me."

My look was my answer.

"That's what I thought," he said. "You need to take a lot closer look at your honey," he said. "She is not who you think she is."

The door was open and two uniforms, guns drawn entered and took Calvin into custody.

I followed them out. One of them said something about someone wanting to talk to me.

"Mr. Kirkland," said Lt. Baxter, "I will need to know how you found our friend there," he said, motioning in the direction of the retreating uniforms and their prisoner.

"Simple, I hired a PI," I said. "You guys didn't seem all that interested in pursuing the matter, so I did. He cannot be allowed to get away with what he did," I said.

The look that the police lieutenant gave him was hard to read. "We'll be talking," said Lt. Baxter.

******

I pulled into the driveway a half hour later. The last thing I wanted to do was pin Cameron about Calvin Goode's claims. But, I didn't see a choice. I'd go easy, but I had to know. And, if any of what he said was even partly true, it would come out in court anyway. I didn't want it to be biting me in the ass, nor Cameron either for that matter. 

She was sitting on the patio swing holding a soda when I arrived. I coughed so as not to startle her. I did anyway.

"Manny! I didn't hear you," she said. She started to get up, but she was still somewhat unsteady and sat back down. "Are you okay? You look funny."

"I'm fine, Cam. Cam, we got him," I said. "He's in custody."

Her face showed surprise and something else—fear. "Really? How—what?"

"I have friends, Cam. You know that. It wasn't very hard. He may be a tough guy to you, but in the end he didn't even try to run. Well, not after I dented his head—slightly. And of course the cops were just minutes behind me, and he knew it."

"Really?"

"Cam, he said some things..."

She started to cry. 

"He said you were engaged?" It was a question. "Was that true?"

"Manny, it's true but that was before. I thought you'd be getting on with your life after—after I left. I needed someone who would have me for what I am—was. I thought he loved me. But, he only loved what I could do for him: make money. I told him we were through a half dozen times, but he just wasn't going to believe me," she said.

"He said you stole money from him," I said.

"That's a lie! He took my money. I just took some that he had stashed in the refrigerator, maybe five hundred," she said. "It was just a small part of what he took from me. And, when he found out, he nearly beat me to death."

What she was saying made sense, so far. "He said the reason he beat up on you was because he caught you cheatin on him," I said.

Her laughter at that was almost hysterical. "Right! And all the booty he was chasing wasn't cheating on me," she snickered. "Yes, he caught me with another guy. It was a revenge fuck, but he didn't even get mad, not at me. He beat the guy pretty bad though, and it was one of his friends. I think it might even have been like a distant relative or something; I'm not sure. No, he beat me because of the five hundred. Nobody messes with his income, or what he considers his income."

I was feeling uneasy about what she was saying. She whored herself out and left me, but she was fighting with him because he was unfaithful to her. Her logic was so twisted it was almost incomprehensible. I loved her, but she needed help, and a lot of it before I would allow her back on anything like a permanent basis. She seemed to read my mind.

"It worries you doesn't it?" she said. "I mean my behavior."

"Yes, it does, Cam. Yes, it does. The stuff you're talking about borders on the socially criminal. Violence, thievery, whoring, irrational relationships: all of it is so bizarre," I said.

What I did know, is that she had been beaten to within an inch of her life, and that by a man whose word of honor would always and in any possible world be suspect. The question now was, could I believe she had given her sordid idea of an exciting life up? I had mixed feelings, but time would tell.

******

Things settled down after the initial arrest of Calvin. He made bail, but stayed away from us; he had little choice.

Cam healed. The process was slow, and she was seeing her doctor monthly at first, then bi-monthly. She was also, at my insistence, seeing a Psychologist about her sexual peccadilloes. I was asked to join her at some of these sessions, and I was glad to do so. I needed to know where she was coming from, or had come from, so I could deal with it should the dragon, at some point in the future, rear its ugly head.

We were living together but not remarried. It was kind of an agreement between us that if that should ever happen it would happen, but we weren't going to push it. She was not overly upset by my feelings in this regard which kind of surprised me. I laid it off to her not wanting to pressure me. I should have known better. 

About a year after the incident, as we had taken to referring to it, Cameron approached me about getting a job. She took one as a secretary and girl Friday at an insurance company. Problems began to surface some months after she took the job.

Cameron started coming home at odd hours. Occasionally, it was as much as three hours later than normal. She said it was work related and not to worry myself over it. I didn't at first. But later, it became so routine that I had to become suspicious. I began checking phone records. It was there that I found my first clues. 

Her cell had a certain number that recurred every evening at about the same time Monday through Thursday and never on weekends. Work related? Maybe. But I wasn't feeling right about it. It was always after work hours. I had the bad feeling she was cheating on me, maybe even once again whoring herself out. I had to know. I called Jill.

"Hello," I said, as I answered the phone. "Yeah...oh Jill...okay whatcha got?...Oh shit...okay...I'll be there shortly...uh...five minutes."

Breaking most of the traffic laws set forth by the thoughtful and caring members of the state legislature, I made it to where my bought and paid for spy, Jill, was waiting for me. Fortunately, none of the police vehicles in this part of the state were capable of catching my stock 1962 Datsun pickup.

I pulled up alongside Jill's Jag. I got out, went to the passenger side of her car and got in.

"They're in there," she said, "room three."

"Get any pictures?" I said.

"Yeah, a couple. They were kissing and feeling each other up. They didn't seem to care who saw them," she said. "Manny, she's cheatin' on yuh."

I was sick, sick to death. I'd tried, I'd tried, I really had; and I got nuthin' for the effort. "Can I see the pictures?" I said. She handed me the digital. 

"Press here," she said. I did.

"Aw shit. It's that muthafucka Calvin Goode. Aw shit!" Well, if I hadn't been sick before I was now. Real sick. And now I was also mad.

"I'm headed home, Jill. Do me a favor. Stay here and get some more pics and audio too if you can. I mean we're divorced, but I want the evidence anyway." I got out, went back to my car, and drove home. I had some things to do and to prepare for.

I looked at the clock it was almost nine o'clock. She'd outdone herself this time. Must have been his cock, I guess. He'd only spent a year in the slam for beatin' the hell outta her, that thanks to a federal judge who thought that overcrowded jails were inhumane. And now he was fuckin' her. One had to love it. I mean who'd believe it. I couldn't believe it and I knew it was true.

I'd been done packin' her bags for over an hour. I figured that that was the least I could do for the woman who had cuckolded me and that early and often and was still doing it. I was drained me of every last ounce of emotion and spirit that I had at last and painfully been able to summon up. That particular vain effort had finally robbed me of the wife and companion that I needed and needed badly. 

I knew exactly what she was going to do and say when she got home, and I didn't want to hear it. Not this time. Not this time.

I heard her car pull up into the driveway. She keyed the lock in the door and entered. "Honey, sorry I'm late," she said when she saw me sitting on the couch. I was relaxing by this time with a shot of vodka and a Lite beer chaser.

"Honey?" she repeated when I didn't say anything.

I looked over toward the hall. She saw the suitcases sitting there. "Honey? What's going on?" she said.

"You're moving out," I said, "and I'm going to bed. I've packed your things. I don't think I missed anything, but if I did, you can call and arrange a time to come by and pick them up. Oh, the bag there is your dirty clothes. I knew you'd probably not want them in the suitcases."

"Manny—I—what—what?"

"You're a cheating whore, woman. And with the asshole who beat the livin' hell outta yuh. I can't even believe it. Nobody could believe it. Hell you're worse than he is," I said.

"Manny what are you talking about?" But, she could see the jig was up. She was playing her last card. But she was drawing to an inside straight against a table full of tight stayers.

"Cameron, just leave, okay. I've had enough of you. I can't do it anymore. I saw you. At the Moonlight motel. Tonight. So fuck off." She fell onto the couch and started crying. Yep, I'd been right, that was exactly what I figured she'd do: lie and cry; it was her favorite strategy.




Cameron and Manny



"Mannnnnny!" she wailed. But I was already halfway up the stairs and not listening. 

I don't know how long she stayed downstairs and cried, but at around 3:00AM I got up to pee. I went downstairs to the bathroom there and she was gone, and so was her luggage. I had never felt so low.

******

I was working the early shift. Rhonda was on too. I hadn't seen Cam for some time, maybe six or seven weeks. I was settling down. Rhonda and I were both behind the bar when she came in.

"Heads up, sailor, bogey at 3:00," said Rhonda. I had to remember to ask her where she'd picked up all of the military jargon she kept using.

"Hello, Manny," said Cameron, as she took a seat at the bar. She nodded to Rhonda.

"Whaddya want, Cameron?" I said. "And, where's your true love, Calvin?" I sneered. "Let me guess. He ran off again, and left you high and dry."

"Manny, I—can we talk privately? I have something to say to you," she said.

"Let me guess. You're sorry? You'll never do it again? It was only sex; it had nothing to do with you and me? My little dick doesn't do it for you, so please excuse you if you have to cheat every once in a while? Am I close on any or all of those?" I said.

"I know how you feel, Manny. I betrayed you, and I did it without any worthwhile excuse whatsoever. But you're right about one thing, I am sorry," she said.

"Okay, I forgive you; now hit the road. I'm busy," I said.

"Please, Manny, please talk to me. Just a few minutes. Okay?" she begged.

"I looked at my watch. You've got five minutes," I said. "Then I want you outta here forever."

We adjourned to a table toward the back. I noticed Rhonda eyeing me disapprovingly. Well, I didn't blame her; I shouldn't have even been talking to the woman. But, I figured what the hell; I really wanted to hear her try to justify what she did. She disappointed me: she didn't follow her usual script.

"We're quite a pair, aren't we?" she said.

"What's this we shit? We're not a pair of anything," I said, as harshly as I could. She just smiled benignly. She must have figured on my initial reaction. "So where is your ex-con?"

"He's at the apartment," she said. 

"So you're still together. That surprises me. I thought you were here to try and get back with me," I said.

"I am—sorta," she said.

"Huh? I don't get you? What are you talking about?" I said.

She looked down; she looked up, she looked down again. She spoke. "Manny, I know you love me. I also know, that you know, that I can't be faithful, at least not for any length of time."

"Fuckin'-A!" I said. This was getting good.

"Soooooo, I've come up with a solution," she said. I must have looked confused.

"I want to remarry you," she said, "but I will occasionally, but only occasionally, and with your complete knowledge and consent—allow another man or other to have me. Like I say. it'll just be but once in a while." She smiled, and looked me right in the eye. She was certain that she had just come up with the perfect formula for a successful union of man and woman.

I was speechless. Not only speechless, but thoughtless, and numb and stunned and really really pissed off!

Rhonda on the other hand, who had been delivering refills to the next table, was not devoid of aural abilities. "Cameron," she said, "love you dear. But if you don't get the fuck outta here, I'm gonna rip off your arms and beat you to death with them." She said all this with the kind of quiet demeanor that intimated that she was not bluffing. 

"I beg your fucking pardon!" shouted Cameron. 

Not Billy the kid, not Wild Bill Hickok, not John Wesley Hardin, not anybody had ever had a hand that moved that fast. The palm of Rhonda right hand landed with such speed and force that Cameron's airborne form cleared three one-foot square floor tiles before her rectiflorifus skidded to a halt against the back of a chair. 

Cameron picked herself up. She looked at me for support. I just smiled and raised my open palms as witness to my being helpless to help her. She huffed, threw her head back haughtily, and stormed out.

******

Rhonda came to me—I think my mouth was still hanging open. She paused looked at me with her hands on her hips. She turned in place 360 degrees facing me once again. "Well, if you're too dumb to see it, I guess I have to take the bull by the horns and get it done."

"Get what done," I said.

She got down on one knee and looked me in the eye. "Will you marry me Manny Kirkland?" she said.

I stared at her. "Is this planet Earth?" I asked, not unreasonably.

She smiled. I stood, and told her to sit. I went down on my knee. "Will you marry me?" I asked.

"Yes, yes I will," she said. "And, I thought you'd never ask." I pulled her down on the floor with me and we kissed for a long minute. "I love you," I said.

"I know, you just never did," she said.

"Well, I know it now," I said.

We were married a month later by a justice of the Piece in Amarillo, Texas. That was a year ago. Rhonda is pregnant, and between the two of us we are covered with bruises from pinching ourselves because we are so happy.

Cameron? She married Calvin. I see her every once in a while. They actually come by the bar. I'm not sure why. She says hi, and that's about it. I would love to know if Calvin is a cuckold like she wanted me to be. But, I'll never ask. Sooner or later someone is bound to tell me if such is the case. I'm a bartender for chrissakes! I'm privy to everything.

******



Cameron & the Rock Show



This is my story about how I came to know one of the most beautiful and talented women in Hollywood, Cameron Diaz. I had always found her extremely attractive, and had fantasized about her frequently in the years leading up to my exciting encounter. That made it all the more surprising to see her hanging out in the L.A. club where my band was performing. 

We were about half-way through our second and final set of the evening when I noticed a very attractive blond standing beside the stage, not out in the actual crowd area, but behind the stage doors and to my left. I was only able to sneak occasional glances at her due to my attention being drawn to my guitar and to singing, but I did notice that she was wearing a black miniskirt and a red tube top that stopped short of her navel. My band plays heavy metal music, so we don’t usually draw the kind of women that this lady obviously appeared to be. We were more used to the darker, less glamorous women, so it made her that more enticing to look at. Heavy metal also attracts more angry young men than it does women, and the girls usually would just hang out at the bar if they came at all. Mosh pits are not exactly the hottest places to find nice looking females.

We ended an especially fast song, and the crowd in front of the stage began to settle down. They continued to cheer, and I turned to select a different guitar from my rack beside the stage. It just so happened that the guitar rack was in the direction of the beautiful blond who I had been trying to peek at. I walked over, grabbed a drink of vodka and picked up my black flying V guitar. As I bent over to grab the guitar, she yelled over the sound of the crowd and the tuning up of our other guitarist.

“You guys are great! How much longer are you playing?”

At this point I thought that she looked a lot like Cameron Diaz, but I didn’t want to say anything stupid and come off sounding like a jackass. It was probably just some girl who was really hot, and on top of that, people were probably always telling her that she looked like Cameron. Instead I decided simply to thank her and hurry back to the mic.

“Thanks a lot. We’ve got 5 more songs, then we’ll have to stick around for about an hour or so to take everything down and load it back up.”

Our other guitar player was revving the crowd up by playing the theme to “Jaws,” so I figured that that was my cue to get back up there.

“Stick around, we’ll talk after the show,” I said to her. Believe it or not, that is a pretty big step from me, because I’m actually pretty shy. I turn into a real extrovert on stage, but I’ completely opposite off stage. 

“Cool, I’ll be right here,” she said.

We cranked into the next song, another high-speed jam that left the audience dizzy. Then we started into a rarity for our band, a love song. It was actually an anti-love song, being about an especially painful breakup I had gone through, but as I poured my heart into the lyrics, I glanced to the side of the stage and saw the Cameron look-alike have this expression on her face that showed happiness and sorrow all at once. She appeared to be genuinely touched by the song, and when it was over she clapped and screamed loudly. With that song over we played through the last three, and wished the more than sufficient crowd a good night. I grabbed a towel and walked down to the side of the stage, and sure enough, the blond was still there, waiting for me. 

“Hey, you’re still here,” I said, knowing all along that she was there, because I had been stealing glances at her throughout the last part of the show. 

“Yeah, I told you I’d hang around to talk after you guys were done. I gotta tell you, you guys were really good. The slow song you played was so sweet.”

“Thanks. By the way, I’m Anders. What’s your name?”

“I’m Cameron.” As soon as she said it, I smiled, thinking that it could be pretty good to have someone like her as a fan of your band. “I figured you’d recognize me,” she said.

“I thought that’s who you were, but I didn’t want to sound stupid in case you weren’t,” I said.

The rest of the band was calling me to help take down the equipment (being a struggling band, roadies weren’t a part of the equation yet). “Listen, I gotta go take down this stuff, but I’d love to hang out some more later. Is that cool with you?”

“Absolutely, just meet me back over here when you’re done,” she said. I was amazed that a woman of this caliber and this amount of fame was just going to wait for me. She must actually want to talk, I thought.

“Awesome, I’ll be back in a little bit. Don’t go anywhere!” I said with a smile.

I did all the loading as fast as I possibly could, and then hurried back to the stage to see if Cameron was still there. She was, and I saw a smile light up her face as I reappeared. 

“Let’s go get a drink,” I said after exchanging some welcome back comments. I was anxious to put any kind of moves I could on one of the hottest actresses in the world. 

“All right, that is definitely what I need,” she replied, and we made our way to the bar. It was deserted, for the bar had closed while we finishing up the packing. I started looking at her body then, my eyes glancing at her breasts, moving all the way down to her ankles. She had amazing legs, and with the short skirt I was able to see all the way up to the edge of her ass. We ordered a couple of vodkas, and started talking, mostly about petty things, but then our conversation turned to the subject matter of the song I had played earlier.

“Someone must have hurt you badly,” she said. “That song is so emotional. I swear I could feel your pain just by hearing you sing it. Although, I have to admit, I felt kind of good after hearing it also.”

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Because I know you’re a better person now that you’ve left that girl behind. Just by talking to you for this short time and by hearing how sincere you were during the show, I can tell that you’re a genuine good guy. You can tell a lot from a song that someone writes. It’s usually the most true form of expression.” I decided at this point that she was the most amazing woman I had ever met. She basically dissected my brain and my heart and poured them both out for me to look at.

“You’re so right,” I replied. Then there was a strange little silence, and we just looked into each other’s eyes, both of us wearing odd little smiles. 

“Let’s go somewhere else,” she said. 

“Where? I’m not really staying anywhere. We pretty much sleep in the RV we travel in.” I was pretty sure she was making a pass at me. I had dreamed of this encounter so long, and now it seemed that it might actually happen.

“Let’s go backstage. There’s a room back there that some bands use to change and rehearse in. I’ve seen tons of bands here, and I always hang out backstage so that I don't get hassled by the other people. I know the owner, and he lets me just go straight back here,” she said.

“That’s cool, let’s go,” I said. She could’ve asked me to jump off the roof of the place and I would have done it. I was gone. We walked down a small flight of stairs and turned a couple of corners in the dark. Finally we came to a room that seemed fairly small compared to the others we had passed on the way through the halls. She took my hand and pulled me through the door. She flipped on a light, though it still was pretty dim in the room. She shut the door, and when she turned back around, I saw the rest of her outfit. She had the red tube top, no bra, the black miniskirt, and the strap of a thong curving above her hips on both sides. I was taken aback by the sight of her beautiful figure standing in front of me. She did a sexy little move with her hips and ass, and then began to move the tube top down her heavenly body. I sat down in a chair that was in the room, and she walked over and stood over me. My erection was beginning to build, and when she dropped the top down to her waist, I became fully aroused.

Cameron had perfect tits, not too big, but certainly as much as a man needs. They were perfect in shape and they did not sag in the slightest. She had little pink nipples that I longed to suck. This was turning out to be the best gig of my life!

She then kicked off her heels and began to squirm out of the miniskirt. She placed her hands on my thighs, and used her thumbs to feel my cock through my pants. I finished taking the miniskirt off her, while her circular thumb motion felt great on my fully aroused member. She was left now only in her thong panties, which, after a feel with my hand, were quite wet already. 

“Your turn to show some skin,” she said, and then giggled. With that, she pulled my shirt off, and then she began to kiss a trail down my chest to my stomach. She was now using both hands on my cock, caressing it gently and smoothly through my pants. The sensation was wonderful, but I longed for something more. I raised up and she unbuttoned my leather pants and pulled them off me. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so my cock sprang forth. She immediately engulfed it, and I felt her tongue swirling around the head. She began to bob up and down, sucking my cock in and out, all the while using her tongue expertly. She stared straight into my eyes while she gave me head, and I stared back into her beautiful blues. The sensation of the blowing, along with the intimacy of our passionate eye-lock was almost too much. Her wide mouth seemed almost to be formed into a smile as she blew me. She began to suck faster, using her hand to simultaneously jerk me off. Her mouth was so warm and wet, I just couldn’t wait to feel her pussy. 

I didn’t want to come yet, so before she drove me to the point of no return, I stopped her, and motioned for her to trade places with me. She got up and took the chair after stepping out of the thong. As soon as she was sitting, I began licking around her thighs. I used my tongue all around her legs and stomach, never touching any part of her pussy. She was almost totally shaven, save for a small blond strip just above her lips. Finally she began moaning louder.

“Lick my pussy, please,” she begged.

Not being one to let a lady down, I happily obliged. I first began licking softly at her lips, using long gentle strokes. Her pussy tasted very sweet, and she was extremely wet. I felt that I could eat her out forever. I then began to tongue fuck her, using my tongue like a small dick. I jabbed it in and out of her pussy, and alternated the tongue-fuck with the licking motion to please her. My aching hard-on was put on hold temporarily. I continued like this for some time, and her moans became louder. She began to writhe around in the chair, and she played with her tits. The site of her being so excited shot a bolt back to my dick, and reminded me that I should get this lady off so we could commence with some true passion. I judged by her level of excitement that it was time to go for the clit. The little button was standing out proudly, and I sucked it into my mouth. 

That was all it took. Her writhing turned into a whole different ballgame. She was practically falling out of the chair with pleasure. I sucked and tongued the clit, and she let out stifled screams of pleasure. She was biting her hand to try to keep the noise down, but that hardly covered the wails. She started to pump her pussy at my face, and I felt the flood of juices on my mouth. Her cum drenched my face, and I did my best to lap it all up. She continued breathing heavily, and I grabbed her head and gave her a long passionate kiss. She tasted her own pussy juice as our tongues explored one another’s mouth. 

I finally broke the kiss and led her over to the wall opposite the door. I stood her up against it, with her back to me. I ran my hand down the front of her body, caressing her tits. I then moved my hands to her ass, and spreading her cheeks apart, I forced my cock into her pussy with one quick stroke. She whimpered in pleasure, and her nails dug into the wall. I then began to fuck her slowly, reaching around to play with her tits the whole time. Her pussy was like a glove, and it felt as though it had extra little ridges inside that just heightened my pleasure. I had never had a pussy like this, and I doubt that I ever will again. I started to fuck harder, and with each time my body slapped against her ass, she let out a little grunt. 

“That feels so good. Fuck me harder. Fuck me as hard as you can,” she said between gasps for breath. I did as she said and slammed into her with everything I had. She really was enjoying the thorough fucking I was giving her from behind, but I wanted her to ride me. I surveyed the room, and saw that there was indeed a couch on the left wall. I picked Cameron up, my cock still fully inside her, and I sat down on the couch without removing my dick. I then turned myself around and laid down. I still had my cock in her, and now she was straddling me. She began to bounce up and down on me, fucking me rapidly. She fucked me like that for a while, then she stopped and just ground her pussy in a circular motion against my pubic hair. The feeling that sent through my cock was unreal. She mover her ass around in a circle and continued to just grind against me with my dick still inside her. She then went back to fucking me, this time more rapidly. After twenty to thirty more strokes, she again did the grind thing, and as she did it this time, she let out a loud moan. 

I could tell she was getting ready to cum, so I grabbed her and helped bounce her up and down on my throbbing dick. Just as she began to shudder with orgasm, I felt my cum well up in my balls. Her pussy began to contract around my dick, gripping it tightly. She was thrashing all around, her hair whipping in front of her face, and she was screaming as the orgasm rocked her. I could feel her pussy juice running down my cock, and then down into my pubic hair. Her orgasm was so intense that the tightening of her pussy was about to force my load out.

She leaned back, hands behind her body, and still fucked up and down on my cock. I slammed upwards as hard as I could, and then my cum was splashing the inside of her pussy. I kept fucking up into her until I released jet after jet of hot white jizz. She collapsed down onto me and we embraced in a hug, while my cum was running back out of her pussy. We held each other like that for over an hour without saying anything, just letting the beauty we had just shared speak for itself.

Cameron has come to a few of our shows since then, and we’ve been together in bed a few times since then. My band is doing better than it was at this time, and she is still one of the most sought-after actresses in the biz, so our schedules don’t allow us enough time to actually make it a full relationship. For now we just enjoy the time together when we get it, and we definitely make the most of it.



Cameron Gets Her Man



This is my first story. Feedback would be amazing. Thank you. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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 Doctor House was working late, investigating another of his unusual medical cases. It had been a tough day already, Cuddy having threatened to fire House after one of his former patients filed a sexual harassment lawsuit against the hospital, and House having the rare experience of having a case end in the patient's death. He was so stressed he couldn't focus on his work. He was strongly considering resigning, and everyone knew it. While House spent the night in his office working on his current case everyone went out of their ways to avoid him. Everyone, that is, except his former employee Doctor Allison Cameron.

Cameron walked into House's office around eleven o'clock, House not even looking up to see who it was. She stood and stared at House across the dark office for a minute before approaching his desk.

"I brought you some coffee." She said, placing the cup on his desk.

"No thanks." House replied, still refusing to look at her.

"You know, it couldn't hurt you to be grateful once in awhile."

"Well I would hardly say coffee's just going to solve all my problems."

"Well then, I'm sorry I cared." Cameron said dejectedly, turning toward the door.

"Cameron, wait. I'm sorry, it's just been a really bad day. Why don't you sit down. We'll talk for awhile."

Cameron sat down and drank a cup of coffee with House as they caught up on old times. They discussed old cases, laughed at old memories, and even worked on House's current case. Around 12:30, Cameron changed the subject again. She asked House if it was ever obvious that she was attracted to someone in their department.

"Cameron, you don't have to be so subtle, I know you had a thing for me."

"Well that's just it, I think I still do. And I don't think you can honestly say you don't have feelings for me."

"I'm sorry Cameron, I don't."

"Prove it." Cameron stood up and pulled House to her, planting her mouth over his and kissing him as passionately as she knew how. House couldn't deny it any longer and allowed Cameron into his mouth, placing his hands on her head and kissing her long and hard, just has a had always secretly wanted to. "I thought so." Cameron said with a grin as she dropped her labcoat to the floor, revealing that she was only wearing a sky blue silk bra cupping her firm handful sized breasts, and a matching pair of panties. House was at a loss. Standing before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and she was trying, quite successfully, to seduce him. Placing a hand on House's chest she told him to sit as she kneeled between his legs. She slowly pulled his shirt off over his head before going to work unbuttoning his jeans. As she got them unbuttoned she pulled his pants and boxers to his ankles in one quick motion, revealing his now rockhard 7 inch cock. House's mind was spinning with everything that was happening.

Cameron was like a child on Christmas, finally getting house right where she had wanted him for years. She might have even enjoyed having House's stiff member in her mouth more than he enjoyed the mind-blowing sensation of her tongue running up and down his shaft as his head reached the back of her throat. House couldn't hold it any longer. "Oh FUCK CAMERON THAT'S IT. IM GONNA CUUUUMMMMMM! OH FUCK YESS! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" and with that he shot load after load of his seed down Cameron's waiting throat. After years of fantasizing about this moment, Cameron couldn't have imagined how good this would actually feel. What neither one of them could believe was that House was hard and ready to go again as soon as Cameron removed her head from his lap.

"FUCK ME NOW HOUSE! FUCK ME LIKE I'VE ALWAYS WANTED! I NEED YOU IN ME NOW!" In one sweep of her arm, she knocked everything off House's desk onto the floor before laying on her back on top of the desk and spreading her legs waiting for House to take her. House climbed on top of her and felt his cock entering her now soaking wet cunt. The sound of their moans was all that could be heard as House fucked Cameron harder than he could ever remember fucking anyone. After a good ten minutes of their amazing sex session, House could feel his cum building up yet again. Between moans he managed to get the words out, "I'm gonna cum."

"I WANT IT IN ME!" she yelled, "ALL OF IT! I WANT YOU TO BLOW YOUR LOAD INSIDE MY PUSSY! KEEP FUCKING ME HOUSE! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR SPERM!"

Hearing Cameron say these word's sent House over the edge. "I'M CUUUMMMMMING! OH MY GOD YOU FUCKING SLUT I'M CUMMIING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU!"

After house had filled Cameron's pussy with his lovejuice the two fell asleep in each other's arms on top of House's desk.

....TO BE CONTINUED...



Cameron, Lacey & Gina



Much is made about the risks of developing online friendships and how meetings between those who have only typed to each other are usually disappointing. Obviously, considering that vast number of people using this type of communication medium, there must be exceptions to that rule. This is just such an exception.

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Cameron had enjoyed getting to know ladies online for a couple of years. He had developed several close friends but felt certain that there was value in keeping such friendships, in part, in his fantasy life and not allowing himself the luxury of actually meeting someone whom he'd "met" online in person. At 6'4", he was a successful professional with a large frame which he kept solid primarily through powerswimming and two days a week in the weight room. His real life social life was quite active, enough so as to be the envy of several of his peers, especially the married ones. Still, when not dating someone seriously, he spent a couple of hours late at night sharpening his seduction skills and knowledge of the female mind (especially sexual mind) by online exploration.

There had been two exceptions to his rule about not meeting someone from online, one ending before it started when the lady on the other side of the internet ended up being someone different (and 100 lbs larger) than the photo of "herself" which she'd shared, and the other ending up in a very enjoyable weekend fling followed by a realization by both that, outside of sex, they didn't really like one another.

Cameron's work often took him to other major cities for several days at a time when negotiating financial agreements. It was during the evening of these long stretches that he did most of his online exploring. One project required him to return to NYC for what appeared to be a several day stretch. No stranger to NY, Cameron was looking forward to spending some time catching up with many of his friends there. This trip was also timely for him, as he'd recently ended a relationship with someone who was growing a bit too needy, too demanding of his time.

After checking into the Marriott Marquis, Cameron began to call a few of his friends. Much to his disappointment, most were themselves traveling or on vacation. This was shaping up to be quite a long week. Unable to sleep, he logged on to see if any of his online friends were around. Fortunately for him, an online friend, Lacey, messaged him almost immediately. As they were chatting, a couple of other friends came online and Cameron settled down into a normal evening on the road.

Soon, Cameron mentioned to Lacey that he was in NY. After a bit of a pause, Lacey reminded Cameron that she lived on Long Island, less than an hour away. Both of them danced around the fact that they were so close, having shared many online intimacies for nearly a year. It dawned on Cameron that they had a mutual friend, someone else with whom he'd had "played", who lived somewhere in NY. Casually mentioning this to Lacey, she confirmed that Gina lived in NY, and that she and Lacey had often talked of meeting each other. Perhaps it was the early hour, or the fact that they were both a bit aroused, but soon they were talking about whether they'd all like to just meet. . nothing expected . . while Cameron was in NY.

Cam and Lacey danced around this topic for nearly an hour before Lacey offered to call Gina, admitting that she did have Gina's telephone number, to see if they'd like to all meet. Before long, Gina was also online - and Cameron quickly assumed that Lacey had called her well before bringing the topic up to him. Though each had shared fantasies and desires with the other, the three had never shared such intimacies online as a group - let alone contemplate the opportunity to meet, to see where all this might lead. 

None of them brought up sex or even the idea of what might happen when they met, though it was on their minds. Cameron suggested that, since he had a suite on the business level of the hotel and that there would be fewer questions for either Gina or Lacey to answer were neighbors to notice, that perhaps the best place to meet was at a restaurant near Times Square. Finally, a restaurant was selected. Though all three had exchanged pictures online in the past, they did so again, confirming what they would wear the next evening for dinner.

Cameron could hardly focus on work the next day. He wasn't clear how the evening might go. He knew that Gina was single, likely not involved, and roughly his age. Lacey, with a few years more experience than Cameron, had sparked his imagination many times. She knew he had had some experiences with older ladies, something he loved that might have stemmed from an experience Cameron had when he was a teen.

He fought arousal all day, finally feigning an emergency at his office back home to leave the meeting and get ready for that evening. Leaving his hotel for the short cab ride to the restaurant in Tribeca, all he could think about was the discussions he'd had with both these very sensually minded women. 

Walking into the restaurant, he recognized Lacey immediately. She was far more sensual sitting there at the bar than her photos, and her voice made his blood jump. A beautiful brunette, his eyes were drawn to her lips, and the comments she'd made about what she enjoyed doing with them. Introducing himself, she smiled past him to a tallish blonde walking up behind him. Gina had met Lacey earlier and had a chance to get to know one another for a few minutes earlier. Gina very playfully put an arm around both of them, everyone smiling, so much unspoken in the air. 

They sat there and had a drink while awaiting their table. Each openly enjoying the look of the others, even sexual innuendos were left alone for now. Once at the table, though, the atmosphere changed. Forced to sit very close together, Cameron between them, a couple of drinks in each of them, they all grew comfortable with the reality that all three of them were growing aroused, were attracted to the others in the group.

They ordered dinner, then had to lean very close to hear each other in the crowded small restaurant. Casually, Cameron reached over and placed his hand on Lacey's knee, bare as her skirt rode to mid thigh. When her response was to press her leg a bit more firmly against his, he slid his hand ever so slowly up the inside of her thigh, to the edge of the fabric, then even higher. Gina, perhaps sensing the look of arousal in Lacey's eyes or just noticing that Cam's hand was under the table, grabbed Cameron mid thigh, squeezing playfully. Like Lacey, Cameron responded by spreading his thighs wider, encouraging Gina. 

Within minutes, only Lacey and Gina were able to take a drink, as Cameron's hands were slowly exploring each of them - their respective left and right hands locked together as they found him very hard. After a few minutes of mutual touching, everyone surprised at their own boldness, Cameron - barely able to breath, asked if room service might be a better dinner option. With Cameron's fingers gently pressing against each of their panties, Gina and Lacey's eyes locked, and they agreed.  Cameron quickly tossed cash on the table and they walked out to grab a cab.

Once in the cab, Cameron immediately leaned over and kissed Lacey boldly, taking her body in his arms, not caring that the cabbie or those in other vehicles could see this embrace. Their tongues explored each others mouths, their hands wandered each others bodies, until both were aroused and wanting this to go further. Breaking that kiss, Cameron turned to Gina and took her in his arms, again kissing her fully, though this time keeping one of Lacey's hands in his own, pulling her over towards their embrace. Soon all three were touching one another over clothing, through clothing, kissing . . so much so that they barely noticed when the cab arrived at the hotel. 

After paying the cabbie, Cameron put an arm around both Gina and Lacey, guiding them into the lobby and into an elevator. Though a few other guests also entered the elevator, Cameron could not stop his hands from caressing to lovely asses. With most guests having their backs to the three of them, Lacey braved reaching over to grab Cameron's crotch, squeezing his cock and keeping her hand there until they arrived at their floor.

They arrived at Cameron's suite, all three nearly silly with arousal from the risks already taken, each fully aware of what lay ahead. As soon as they were in the front room of the suite, the door shut, each became a little more tense, no one certain of how to proceed, but each wanting to begin. Gina grew bold first, winking as she reached for the first button of her blouse, unbuttoning it. Lacey quickly reached over to undo the next few buttons of Gina's blouse, their standing very close together while Cameron watched. The two ladies tentatively removed each others tops, then embraced, holding a long much-anticipated kiss. Cameron, barely able to contain himself, moved closer and began to rub both their bare backs, his hands eventually slipping to and unfastening the clasps of their bras. Wordlessly, each slipped out of her bra and embraced again, as Cameron backed away, watching. When their desire for each other grew too strong, they began to undress each other, Gina's skirt, then Lacey's - hands, mouths, bodies wrapping as one. 

Meanwhile, Cameron began to unbutton his own dress shirt. "Stop" Lacey warned, when she caught this out of the corner of her eye. "Let us do that" a nearly naked Gina whispered, as they both moved toward Cameron, unbuttoning his shirt, his pants, exposing his chest and thighs nearly simultaneously. He barely had time to run his hands across the bare skin of his new friends before they'd pushed his boxer briefs off his hips, exposing the cock they'd both been thinking about all day. Rather than instantly kneeling, they toyed with him, their hands entwined in each others as they stroked, caressed .. kissing him, and each other . . three new lovers learning, sensing, wanting.

Cameron could barely control his reaction to these women. He loved being naked before them, but was eager to see them fully nude as well. He attempting to push their panties off, one with each hand, but was failing miserably. This got the ladies to giggling, which made Cameron laugh. "Here, lets try this", he said as he then knelt, facing first Lacey, slipping her panties off her hips, and kissing her fully against her pubic bone, knowing she'd be wet, but not knowing that she'd be so recently trimmed. He then turned, slipping Gina's thong off her hips, exposing a fully shaved young woman. Kissing her similarly, he cupped each of their bare asses in his hands and slowly kissed up their bodies. They just watched, arms around each other, as his mouth went from one hip to the next, each belly button, nibbling a bit on each breast - then standing, kissing each of them on the lips before moving upright, where he towered over them. 

Cameron then took charge. "Gina", he took her face in his hands, "we both met through you, so you will become our focus first." Enlisting Lacey's help, they guided Gina from the living area, strewn with clothing, into the bedroom - where the blinds were open fully. Placing her on the bed, both Lacey and Cameron began to run their hands over her body, kissing her skin, finding every possible way to arouse her. Soon both were kissing her breasts while Lacey slowly slipped her fingers into Gina. Gina was moaning, reaching for both of them - and eventually pulled Lacey up to her mouth to kiss her. Cameron took that opportunity to begin kissing lower, down her stomach, and as Gina kissed her way down Lacey's body, Cameron settled in between Gina's thighs. Lacey grabbed the headboard and lifted her body upward, parting her thighs and settling onto Gina's face while Cameron's tongue slowly fucked her. 

Gina began to buck involuntarily as Cameron used his teeth to tease her clit, then sliding his tongue deep into her, one damp finger playing lower, under her. Lacey begged Gina to make her cum while touching herself, watching Gina's tongue explore in the way only another woman would understand. Soon they were both thrashing in climax, and Cameron took that opportunity to push his finger against, into, Gina's ass. Rather than resist, she threw her legs up and out, giving in, letting go, nearly soaking Cameron's face. 

By now, nothing seemed off limits or strange about this situation. Lacey, still out of breath, jumped off Gina's tongue and nearly dove down the bed at Cameron, kissing him, tasting Gina. It took Gina a few more moments to gather herself. By the time she had, Lacey and Cameron were lying at the foot of the bed, kissing passionate, half trying to fuck. "Oh no you don't, not let" as Gina pulled their hips apart. She shocked both Cameron and her self by instantly taking his cock deep in her mouth, feeling every bit the slut as she sucked him - and ran her hand over the still sensitive clif of Lacey's that she'd just enjoyed. Lacey eventually worked her way down to where both ladies were kissing each other, with Cameron's cockhead sharing the space with their lips, their tongues. 

Each time they got him close to climax, they would back off, keeping Cameron aroused, but a bit frustrated. Gina urged Lacey to mount Cameron, then she herself straddled his face backwards, the two of them kissing as they felt Cameron's cock and tongue respectively. Again, before he could cum, the stopped, exchanging places.  Then they stopped for what seemed to be the 10th time to Cameron, he caught them exchange a look. Later he would realize that they'd had a discussion about this prior to his joining them. They both slid down between his legs, stroking his cock, licking his balls, teasing his ass, but neither sucking on his cockhead, until they finally let him cum. The experience nearly caused him to blackout. When he did return to a state of awareness - both of the ladies were licking his cum off his stomach, his thighs. 

While he recovered, Gina and Lacey touched one another, kissing, slowly making love to each other. Cameron watched, fascinated. Their pace was languid, patient, sensual. Each took the time to find what particular aroused the other until both had enjoyed several climaxes. When each was nearly spent, Cameron took them both in his arms and held them, friends, lovers - a special bond. They fell asleep like this, Cameron holding them both, Lacey and Gina wrapped into each other. 

At least until 3 am . . ..



DallasJackson © 2004 



Cameron Says Goodbye



Some of you may remember a story I posted a few months ago called Career Advice for Cameron. To sum it up, a few of my employees and I attended an out of town conference. The night before we returned home, I received a visit in my hotel room from Cameron, an extremely attractive young lady who was seeking advice on how to advance her career. With a combination of coaxing, reassuring, and maybe a touch of compulsion, the evening ended with Cameron on her knees, her pretty lips wrapped around my cock, and her mouth full of cum, which she swallowed every drop of. She also got the promotion she'd been seeking. However, after that evening, Cameron and I had no other sexual contact, not that I didn't think of asking. 

Unfortunately, a couple weeks ago she informed me that she had been offered a better paying job at another company and would be leaving us on the following Friday. I congratulated her on her good fortune and reminded her that I had always said she would be successful. 

On Thursday, the day before her last day, she stopped me in the hallway and asked if she could schedule an appointment with me on Friday afternoon. "I just want to give you my thoughts on my time here. You know, sort of an exit interview," she explained. 

"Sure," I replied, "I'd love to hear what you have to say. How about stopping by at around 4?" 

"Perfect," she said, "I'll be there." She turned and walked away and I headed back to my office, too preoccupied with putting the finishing touches on a just concluded contract to even think of what was behind her seemingly innocent request. 

At the appointed time, I heard a light knock on my halfway open office door. "Come on in," I responded. 

She pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked into the office. She was wearing a black skirt cut just above the knees, open-toe shoes, and a blouse that really showed off her cleavage; the buttons looking like they would pop at any time as they fought to contain her lovely rack. Her hair was down, framing her pretty face. And, my God, did she smell delicious! My stomach fluttered when I saw her and my cock began to tingle, remembering how good it felt to have this hot little number sucking on me. 

"Thanks a lot for taking the time to meet with me," she said. "I know you're really busy." 

"It's no problem at all." I replied. "Please, close the door and make yourself comfortable." 

She sat down on the couch and we began to talk about her time with the company. She gave me some positives and negatives and even some suggestions on how to improve on our processes. She had clearly done her homework and I was genuinely impressed. The conversation began to wind down after about twenty minutes and she stood up to leave. 

"Cameron, I have to say, I'm really impressed with you and I appreciate your candor in telling me about your experience here. Please stay in contact and don't hesitate to ask if there's anything I can help you with," I said.

"Well, before I go, there is one thing," she said, walking over to where I sat behind my desk. 

"Sure, how can I help?" 

She leaned down and put her mouth next to my ear, "you can fuck me," she whispered. 

My jaw must have hit the floor. "What?" I asked in stunned disbelief. 

"You can fuck me. Treat me like a slut," she clarified. 

"What brought this on?" I asked, still in amazement. 

"It's nothing new," she said. "Look, when I came to your hotel room that night, I expected, I mean wanted, you to fuck me. I thought all men dreamed of having a fling with a coworker or stranger in a hotel room. You know, uninhibited no strings sex. I wanted to feel your cock inside me so badly, and when all you seemed to want was for me to suck on you, well, I was disappointed. I thought maybe you didn't think I was hot enough or something like that. So, I decided to give it one more try. I remembered what you had told me before, if you want something you need to be aggressive and go after it, you know, demonstrate your seriousness. And that's exactly what I'm doing." She took a deep breath and blushed slightly. 

I couldn't help but smile, those words about taking the initiative and going after what you wanted had come straight from my mouth. 

"You certainly caught me off guard," I finally said. "I had no idea you were interested in anything more, especially after how sad you seemed to be after our hotel encounter." 

"Don't get me wrong," she said, "I don't want any kind of relationship with you. My boyfriend is a great guy whom I love very much, but there are certain things he won't do. He wants to turn every time we make love into some big romantic moment. Even though I've explained it to him, he just doesn't get the idea that some times I want to be fucked hard, and to cum, and not to cuddle when we're done. I just basically want to know what it feels like to be treated like a slut. I think you're the perfect man to give me what I want and because I moving away and you're married, I don't have to worry about you wanting something more." 

After a minute or two of thinking, I looked into her soft brown eyes and said, "I'll give you what you want." 

She smiled back, walked to the door and locked it, crossed the room back to my desk and urgently whispered, "Do me now!" 

I walked around the desk to where she stood, running my eyes over her toned body and breathing in her delicious scent. God she was hot! Her body screamed FUCK ME! I told her to pull up her skirt and sit on the edge of the desk. As she moved to comply, I thought to myself that I'd finally be able to confirm what kind of panties she wore, something I had often fantasized about. However, to my surprise and delight, when she pulled up her skirt, it revealed a pair of well toned thighs and a neatly trimmed pussy; no black thong or bikini briefs. 

"See," she said as she made herself comfortable on the edge of the desk, "I come prepared." 

"Yes you certainly do," I said licking my lips. I moved in front of her, put a hand on each of her knees, and gently spread her legs. I knelt down and put my head between her thighs and took a deep breath. 

"It's Warm Vanilla Sugar lotion," she said, "I remember you said it was your favorite scent." 

"I have to really watch what I say around you, don't I? You don't seem to forget anything I say." I moved my face into her pussy and slid my tongue inside her. 

"What are you doing?" she gasped with pleasure, her legs tightening around my head. 

I removed my tongue and said, "I'm finding out if your pussy tastes as sweet as I imagined it would. And I'm not disappointed."

"You lie," she said, "It's not sweet." 

I ignored her comment and slid my tongue back inside her, wiggled it a bit, slurped up some of her wetness, and finally licked up to her clit, which I gently sucked on for a few seconds. My curiosity satisfied, I stood up, walked to the sofa, and began to undress. Once naked, I beckoned for her to come over and sit on my lap facing away from me. I spread her legs wide open and made sure to keep her skirt pulled up around her stomach. My throbbing cock rubbed against her pussy, the combination of her wetness and my precum making a slippery lube. I tried to slide inside her, but missed, the head and shaft of my cock gliding up her slit and rubbing against her clit. She sighed with pleasure. 

I readjusted and this time my cock slid deep inside her tight little fuckhole. 

"Oh God yes! Now fuck me hard!" she commanded. 

"Actually, I said, "you're going to do all the work. Now start bouncing!" 

She began to use those incredibly sexy and muscular legs of hers to raise and lower herself on my cock. She bounced, grinding and wiggling her hips, tightening her pussy muscles around my cock as she slid up and down. It was times like this I wish I had a mirror in my office. I could just imagine sitting there in front of it watching my cock slide in and out of her, watching her tits bounce as she moved up and down. God what a sight it must be! 

"Ooooh! That feels sooo good!" she breathed, continuing to work my cock in and out. 

"Stop!" I commanded, "Now stand up!" She protested, but did as she was told. Her ass was now directly by my face and I couldn't help myself. I reached out and smacked it. "Now turn around and get on your knees." 

"But I don't want to suck on you," she whined. "I want your cock in my cunt." 

"First, you need to see that I'm not lying about how sweet you taste. I want you to suck every drop of your pussy juice off my cock." 

"I don't want to," she complained. 

I stood up so my cock was at her face level and pushed her head towards it. She finally opened her mouth and took me deep inside that soft mouth of hers. "I believe that every woman should know what her pussy juice tastes like. And I also believe there's no better way to find out than sucking it off a cock. Now lick it all off!" 

After a minute or so of licking, she looked up and said, "you're right, I am pretty tasty." I smiled back and patted her head. 

I grabbed a cushion off the sofa, put it on the floor, and told her to lie down. I knelt down between her legs, which I lifted and placed on my shoulders. 

"Wait," she said, "If that's what you want, watch what I can do." To my amazement she practically put her ankles up by her head. "See, I was a gymnast in high school and college, so I'm really flexible," she smiled and winked. 

Now there was a picture. A hot brunette with an incredible body, a dripping wet and deliciously tight pussy, with her ankles by her ears sprawled out on my office floor. I couldn't hold back any longer. If she wanted to be fucked like a slut, she was doing all the right things to make it happen. I rammed my cock into her cunt, grabbed her around the shoulders, and began to pound away. My balls slapped against her ass and she began to moan. 

"Yes! Yes! Fuck your little whore! Fuck my cunt and make me cum!" 

"Oh you fucking little slut! You want your cunt fucked hard? How's this?" I tightened my grip on her shoulders and increased my speed and force. 

She screamed with delight, "Yes! Yes! Harder! Harder! Fuck me!" 

Another minute of pumping her pussy and she yelled, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Fuck your little bitch's cunt!" She dug her fingernails into my back and I could feel her pussy begin to pulse as the orgasm swept over her. I reamed her two or three more times before I grunted and shot my load inside her. We both laid there on the floor panting for a minute or two before she said, "ok, get off, it's time for me to go." I rose and gave her a hand as she untangled herself and stood up. She smoothed the wrinkles in her skirt and her slightly disheveled hair. 

"Thank you," she said, "I always knew you were a man of your word. You gave me exactly what I wanted. Thanks for everything and I'll see you." 

As she turned to go, I handed her a couple tissues to wipe up the cum I noticed dripping down her left leg. She smiled appreciatively, turned, and walked out the door. 



Cameron's Detention



It times like these that get me in trouble. A single guy, lying in bed with no woman next to him, has the imagination to be consumed in his fantasies for hours, daring to do the worst kind of things with the woman he desires. And my brain, at the moment, will not shut off. I keep thinking about her. The more I dream, the harder I'm getting, and the worse I feel knowing that she is untouchable.

Her hair is golden and touches her shoulders in layers. Her lips are always in a perfect pout. And I didn't think God made a waist that small. I could wrap my hands around it, maybe twice over. Those breasts are always in a pushup bra, always teasing me. She's beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous.

And she's the only student failing my class.

Legally, she's an adult which gives me relief when fantasizing about her. But the way she acts, she's more like a twelve-year-old. A spoiled twelve-year-old. Every day, I dread but can't wait for third period. Every day, she sits in the middle row, in the middle of the classroom, giving me the evil eye. But sometimes, her left eyebrow is arched as she looks me up and down. She bits her lip, then her eyes steady on my crotch. And when she catches me staring at her back, she smirks. Then, her demeanor changes quickly, as if she makes up her mind that she hates me. I can't figure her out. All of my students love me. I'm the "cool teacher." Maybe it's because I'm the youngest of the faculty and have more of a connection to them. But since day one, she has given me trouble with her sarcastic remarks, refusal to do homework or any assignments, and her dangerous flirtation that only lasts minutes at a time. I've doled out many detentions to her and have sent her to the principal's office too many times. Other teachers have said she is no problem in their classes. So, why mine?

It's the next day, and second period has just ended. I'm taking deep breaths and am ready for a mutiny from my other students. An unexpected analytical essay is about to be assigned, and I'm gonna get a lot of groans. And then, there will be her and her refusal to write it. I'm looking forward for the battle now with a hope I will win.

The students file into my classroom. I get a lot of "Hey, Mr. Anderson," and a few smiles. But she's nowhere to be found. I'm hoping she's late. A good excuse to give her another detention. But at the last second, she crosses the doorway and ignores me completely. Her head is held high with a smug smile on her cute, glossy lips. As she sits, she pulls at her too short shirt to cover her midriff. She flings her hair behind her, but it falls back in front of her shoulder. Then, she gets into her favorite comfortable position: leaning back, yet slumped in her chair, arms crossed over her chest, legs parted enough that would make ladies of etiquette gasp.

The bell rings, and it takes me less than a few seconds to shut them up. "Alright, today is an easy day." I get a lot of expectant smiles. "All you have to do is write a five paragraph essay!" They roll their eyes and groan. I start passing the papers down the rows. "A poem by Silvia Plath. You have the whole period to write this essay. And I expect a completed paper from all of you." I'm looking straight at her. Her chin is jutted out, her eyes are narrowed. She's looking at me back, telling me silently how much she hates me. I smirk and finish passing the papers. "End of the period," I remind them. I sit behind my large desk and pretend to be busy with some papers, but I'm casually taking glances at her. She looks at the paper in disgust, flips it over, and places it on her desk. Her arms cross again. She sighs and looks off to the side.

It is what I am waiting for. "Cameron, you only have until the end of the period," I warn her. She shrugs in response. "You will get a zero if you don't do this assignment."

"Like I fucking care," she challenges me. I already have my detention slips ready. I write one up. I knew she would do something stupid, such as cussing. I sign it and stroll toward her. I almost slam the yellow slip of paper on her desk to make sure she notices. I go back to sit and catch her glaring at the paper.

She stands next to the desk, paper in hand. The other students look up. "You know, I'm tired of getting these things." Then, she rips it in half, then again, then again. She throws the bits onto the floor. She smiles as if proud of what she did.

"Principal's office, now!"

"Whatever, you dickless jerk," she says as she shoulders her backpack. At the moment, I wish this wasn't a public school. I want to be armed with a paddle. She tosses her hair behind her, a defiant but seductive move. "Maybe that's why you're not married. You have no dick." It is widely known that I'm not married, and it hits a sore spot. But I stand tall and strong. "And no balls, obviously, because you're not man enough to deal with me directly."

I can feel my face flushing. "Go to the office!"

She smiles, because she knows I can't do anything more. I glare at her as she leaves the room. Once she's out the door, I return to my desk and avoid everyone's eyes. I question the reasons why I lust over her.

The next day is going smoothly, but I'm counting the minutes until third period. I'm not sure if I'm ready for another battle. But she doesn't show up. I'm relieved, but at the same time torn that I don't get to see the beautiful brat. My students have seem to forgotten yesterday. But halfway through my lecture, the door opens. One of the staff enters with Cameron behind her. "She was ditching," she says and leaves. Cameron trudges to her desk, but she isn't the same girl I've known. Her head is down; her hair covers some of her face. But from what I can see her eyes are red and teary. She slowly sits and rests her head on top of her folded arms. She doesn't look at me at all. I stop for a second, in shock, then continue.

Twenty minutes later, the bell rings. Without a thought, I say, "Cameron, I want to see you." I sit behind my desk and try to think of what to say. She walks up to me, trying to muster up some dignity from her breakdown. I don't know what to say, but my instincts tell me to help any student in any way I can. "What's wrong?" I mean to say that more gently, but it comes out harsh and annoyed.

She shakes her head. "Never mind."

"Why were you ditching?" She shrugs, her usual response. "What happened?"

"My boyfriend dumped me! Ok?" I wasn't expecting an answer. My heart softens, but I don't know why. She is too cute when she cries.

"Well, I'm sure you didn't deserve it. He is just a boy. You need someone more mature than that." The words fly out of me. I can't believe what I'm telling her. And it doesn't help that I'm openly staring. She's looking at me strangely, a look I've never seen before. It isn't a glare, nor is she giving me her flirtatious glances. It's hope that I might feel something for her, and she's recognizing it for the first time. It's a look that acknowledges that I'm not the bad guy. She nods and leaves the classroom. I'm worried now about what I said. In my mind, I make the argument that I said nothing wrong or suggestive. But my eyes and weak posture tell a different story. I should have just told her, "You're beautiful, and I think about you every night. Let's fuck." I'm getting myself into trouble anyway.

But the response she gave back makes me hope for a chance with her. She didn't recoil from my advances and seemed to enjoy me having a little look at her every once in a while.

The next day is uneventful. All through third period, she doesn't even look at me. She is still not paying attention, but it doesn't bother me. We exchange no glances. Her face, however, is softer and more humble. She watches her hands instead. The period passes quickly. I have no reason to hold her after class, so I let her go.

She is out of my mind as I sit at my dining table, eating a crappy frozen dinner, and grading papers from last night's assignment. For the most part, I am disappointed that many of my students didn't understand the assignment, but my star student, Steven, writes an eloquent essay. I happily put an "A" on the paper. I pick up the next paper in the pile and stall. I can't believe what I'm seeing. At the top right corner is her name, Cameron Slater.

I put my fork down for this one. I'm not sure what to expect. I'm thinking that it will be off topic and full of grammatical errors. I start reading. As I'm reading, I'm getting angry. Nothing she wrote was offensive, and she made a good argument. Her sentences were perfectly structured, her vocabulary at college level. No eighteen-year-old can write like this. I'm pissed. The little bitch plagiarized.

I have the resources to check for plagiarism, but I don't bother. It's obvious. I mark a zero on the paper. I can't wait to hand it back to her.

And the anxiety kills me all the next day. As soon as the bell rings for third period, I have my stack of papers in my arm. Going down each row, I hand back the students' graded papers. I'm hearing mostly moans but sometimes a soft, "Yes!" Then, I get to her desk. I look down at her with an evil smile and let the paper drop on the desk. I don't wait for a reaction. But a couple rows down I hear her cry out.

"A zero!"

"This school doesn't accept plagiarism," I say over my shoulder.

"But I didn't plagiarize!"

"Bullsh..." I catch myself it time. The students look up at me, wide-eyed.

"It is bullshit!"

I glare at her as I walk to my desk, ready to prepare another detention slip. But she is getting up from her seat, grabbing her backpack with one hand, and nearly crushing the paper in the other. "Where are you going?"

"To the principal's office. This isn't fair!" It sounds more like she is going to cry then scream more. She is out the door. I'm relieved that she is gone and didn't have to send her myself. But two periods later, I'm called into the office.

My palms are sweaty and my heart is beating fast. What has she told the principal about me? Is she going to accuse me of flirting with her? I wait to be let in by the secretary. I think I've gone pale. I feel like passing out. I enter and sit next to her in a chair in front of the principal's desk. He's frowning and sober, which is not out of the ordinary for this strict, characterless man. But why do I feel like I'm in trouble? I look at her sitting next to me. The corner of her mouth twitches. She's trying not to smile. Little brat.

"Cameron says that she didn't plagiarize," he states simply.

"Of course she's gonna say that."

"Do you know this for a fact?"

I don't have the evidence, and I can't lie. I want to keep my job. "I haven't checked it, but no eighteen-year-old can write like that."

"She's insisting she didn't, and I think we need to resolve this," he says and folds his hands on the table. I can't believe he's not on my side. Maybe she has charmed him too. "Since Cameron cussed and ran out of the classroom, she'll receive detention, but it will be with you. During that time, I want you test her with a written assignment. If she writes at the same caliber as this paper..." He picks it up to show me again. "Then, I think you owe her an apology."

I'm in shock, but I accept the challenge. I will win. I'm that confident. "Fine."

And the wait begins until the end of the day. I've picked a good poem from Robert Frost for her to analyze. I know she will stumble. And when she does, I will laugh as I submit an "F" as her final grade.

The last bell rings, and I wait only five minutes until she enters the room. With a bit of sway to her hips, she strolls to her desk, sits down, and crosses her arms. Her hair is now in a side ponytail, her lips are a little more crimson, and she put on a new shirt, a v-neck that revealed way too much cleavage. I put the paper in front of her while trying to avoid gaping at the little slut in front of me. "Forty minutes."

I watch her from my desk, and to my surprise, she is reading it. Her pencil underlines certain spots and takes notes in the margins. Soon, her hand is writing furiously. She erases often and looks like she is talking to herself in whispers. Her concentration is intense. I'm worried that she is proving me wrong.

At thirty-five minutes, she gets up from her desk and walks to mine. With no emotion on her face, she offers me the paper. I take it from her, and she turns away. I watch her saunter back. I love that petite ass in those tight jeans. But I catch myself before she notices, and I look down at the neat writing covering both front and back of the lined paper. She has a lot to say. It better not be crap.

I feel sick when I finish. I hate admitting when I'm wrong. And now, I have to. I look up, but there is no defiance in her at all. Just fear.

"Why aren't you doing your assignments if you can write like this?" She shakes her head and looks down. "If you did your homework you'd be getting an 'A' easily. Why?"

"I hate writing," she mumbles.

"But you're so good at it."

"I'm not," she argues with a shaky voice. Her eyes start to water.

"Says who?"

"People," she said with her usual shrug.

"Well, they're wrong." I'm not sure how to convince her. The poor girl looks defeated. Whoever criticized her really hit her hard. "If you do the rest of the assignments, I'm sure you'll pass." She looks off to the side and says nothing. I glance at the clock. "You have twenty minutes left. Then, you may go." I reread the essay. I'm tempted to share it with the class or just anyone. I want someone to tell her how good she really is. 

I look back at her. She's looking back at me, and it's unnerving. She's biting her lip and studying me. She's giving me those looks again, those looks that get me in trouble late at night. I notice that it is just her and me and about fifteen minutes left. My cock is hardening. Fortunately, she can't see how swollen I am. But I think she knows by reading my nervous face. 

This is the opportunity I've been waiting for. Yet, I'm frozen. I really do want to touch her naked breasts. I really want to know if she's a virgin. I break away first and look down at my desk, trying to suppress the fantasies by ignoring her.

I hear her get up and walk toward me. She places her hands on the desk and leans over. She takes one hand and lightly strokes my face. She is almost all the way on the table when she kisses me. I can stop and make the argument that she kissed me first, but I give in. I taste the cotton-candy flavored lip gloss on her lips. As I'm close to her, I can smell the womanly perfume. It's a strange combination of sophisticated and childlike. I run my hand through her soft hair and keep kissing those beautiful, pouty lips.

The sudden realization that I had slipped causes me to drop my hand and pull back. I can see the rejection in her eyes. I broke her fragile spirit like so many others have done.

"I'm sorry," she quickly says and rushes to her desk. I chase her down and grasp her arm.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have led you on. It's my fault."

She is on the verge of tears. I grab onto her other arm and pull her close. Her hands are pressed to my chest. She sniffles and buries her head against me. And my dick is growing larger. She feels it against her abdomen and gasps. I can tell it isn't from shock that I want her but in a sudden surprise that she is turned on. There is no hiding my erection. It was my way of telling her how much I wanted to be buried into her pussy. Her hand travels from my chest, skimming my abs and going past my belt, down to the tent I've created. She lightly strokes my cock. She is gentle, but I can feel it through the fabric. I'm trying not to moan out loud.

"I want you to be my first," she whispers. Now, I want her more than ever knowing how tight that little cunt is.

"Are you willing to learn?" I feel her nod in my chest. I nudge her chin up and kiss her again. She gives my dick a little squeeze then puts her hand on my biceps. She feels around my arm, noting my strength. I pull back and gaze into her anxious eyes. "First, I need you suck me off." I love seeing the surprise in her face at my crude demand. I see her gulp, she looks even more nervous. She has obviously never given a blowjob.

"Umm..." she whimpers.

"Get on your knees. I won't make you swallow. Just get him wet."

She seems more at ease; obviously she's scared about drinking my cum. She sinks to her knees. Her baby blue eyes are staring into mine. She rests her behind on her heels. Her tight jeans are pulled taut.

"Take off my belt." She carefully manipulates the buckle loose. With a single swish, she removes it through the loops and tosses it aside. Her eyes shoot back to mine. "Unzip them and pull them down." I see her gulp again and hesitate as if afraid to uncover what's underneath. Just as carefully, she unbuttons my pants and pulls down the zipper. She grabs a handful of fabric at both sides and gives a small tug. They fall to the floor leaving my boxers on. She looks up at me, I nod. She pulls the boxers down and is eye-level with my stiff cock. She is looking at my dick and balls curiously, but not touching.

"Use your tongue, lick me all over." She's gulping and daring herself. She gets her mouth close and takes a couple breaths. Shyly, she runs her tongue over the tip for a little taste. Then, she licks the bottom of my shaft from halfway to the tip. She encloses the tip in her mouth and swirls her tongue over it. Now this is feeling good.

"Get him very wet. Don't be afraid." She is more eager now to keep lapping at my dick. I'm smiling and looking down at her. She takes me in her mouth, about three-quarters in. Her warmth and wet feels good. She starts sliding me through her lips, back and forth carefully, trying at all costs to keep her teeth from raking me. She's also trying to avoid getting my pubic hair anywhere near her face.

"Put your hand over the base of my dick." I show her the "OK" sign with my hand. "Keep it there and take every inch of me." She does and my cock slips in deeper, but not enough to stimulate the gag reflex. She is rocking her head and maintaining a good rhythm. My head is tilted back, and soft moans are escaping my lips. I look down again, and for the first time she is looking up at me. I commit this image to memory.

I'm feeling her teeth scraping me now and assuming her jaw is getting tired. "You can stop." She sucks up some of the spit as she pulls away. I can't wait for the next step: getting that virgin pussy primed for my dick. "Up." She slowly rises and keeps staring into my eyes. I run my hands down her arms. One hand reaches underneath her tight shirt and caresses her naked abs. I feel the lace of the bra and her chest rapidly rising and falling. I'm dying to play with those young tits. My hands go to the sides of her shirt, and I lift. She holds her arms up, and I slip the shirt off. I love the sight I'm seeing. Tight abs, tiny waist, boobs spilling out of her white lace bra. I do not hesitate reaching my hands behind her, searching for the clasps.

I unhook the three clasps easily; I'm proud to say I have experience in this. I tear the bra away from her. The pale yet gorgeous boobs are revealed. Her huge nipples are hard and waiting for attention. I gently roll each one in my fingers and give a light pinch. Her lips tighten. She's trying hard not to show how aroused she is. I'm ready for more. My hands dive down to unbutton her jeans. She watches me undo them, while she rubs her tits, realizing for the first time how intense the sensation is. I unzip them and hook my thumbs into the waistband. I tug hard, but there is very little movement. I look at her guilty face.

"Take them off." She has no choice but to go slowly as she wiggles and squirms out of her too tight jeans. I feel as if I should scold her for wearing something so inappropriate. She's blushing; she knows how wanton her wardrobe is. Her jeans are off, white lace thong still on. I need to feel the evidence of her horniness. She stands still with legs spread slightly apart. I place my hand in between her legs. My fingers push the damp panties aside to feel the slipperiness of her wet cunt.




Cameron's Detention



She gives me a little whimper. I look at her. Her face is turning crimson. I can see through her bitchy demeanor now. She's a shy, unconfident, young woman, acting up for the purpose of getting my attention. I very lightly stroke her bud. She's shaking now. With my other arm, I hold onto her and kiss her neck. "Take them off," I whisper in her ear. "If you trust me."

The thong slips off within a second. Her cunt is hidden behind a neatly trimmed bush. I take off my shirt to ease her embarrassment of being the only one completely naked. And I wanted her to have an unhindered view of my rock hard dick. "Sit on the desk."

She scoots some stacks of papers over and sits on my large desk. Her legs are together and swinging like a fidgety child. With my hands, I spread her legs apart and motion for her to place her feet on the desk. She does, and she is open to me. I can finally see that perfect little pussy of hers. I stand close and place my left hand on the desk next to her. With my right, I trace my finger around the juicy lips. The teasing is getting to her. She's begging me with her eyes. I grant her wish.

I carefully slide one finger into her. She throws her head back. Her mouth forms a little "O." I keep it in there to let her get used to it. I then bring it out and push it back in. She's starting to pant. I stroke her a few times, getting her wetter. I surprise her with another finger.

"Oh..." she says softly and winces. She's concentrating hard as I work the two fingers in and out of her, slowly gaining speed. I like hearing the sopping noises of her cunt while I fingerfuck her. I want to go faster and leave her screaming. But I can't damage my little virgin girl. I shove the two fingers are far as I can. She arches her back, shuts her eyes tight, and moans.

"Ready for me?"

"Yes, Mr. Anderson." That response makes me want to shove myself into that cunt and pound the hell out of her. Being patient is killing me. I snatch my jeans from the floor and take the condom out of my wallet. As I put it on, she keeps her eyes closed as she stays perfectly still while presenting herself to me. Once it is on, I brush her hair back to get her attention. "Lie on the desk..." I motion to have her lie lengthwise. I love this enormous desk. If only she knew she wasn't the only woman fucked on it.

A small, anticipated smile is on her beautiful face. I look straight into her eyes as I enter her. I take my time. The condom is well lubed and her juices are nearly dripping out of her, but I don't want to hurt my girl. She grunts a little as I ease my way in completely. I feel myself leaving reality for a second. The warm tightness is pushing me to cum early. I'm trying not to whimper out loud. My eyes close for a few seconds to savor this feeling.

I sigh and pull out little by little. Then, I push into her again. It's getting easier as I continue to penetrate her. I'm stopping myself from fucking her hard, punishing her for all the crap she has given me. But my anger has subsided. There is more lust for her now than hatred.

Her arms fall behind her head, and her wrists are pinned together, as if tied. Her eyes stay closed. Every once in a while, she will look at me, satisfied that she was getting her wish. She moans a little as if she feels like she has to. Her head is turned to the side, her breasts bounce with each thrust. I focus on them, but close my eyes as I let go. When my head stops spinning, I look down at her tranquil, smiling face.

I use a couple towels from my desk and dump the condom in plastic bag to throw out elsewhere so the janitor doesn't discover it. I sit on the edge of the desk next to her. She moves over a little to give me some room.

"How about this? You do your homework assignments, and I'll let you receive detention with me once a week. Deal?"

Her usual smirk is replaced with a cute, innocent grin. "Deal. Next week, I'm gonna call you an asshole in front of the whole class. Is that alright?"

"Ok. But by that time, I want to hear you admit to being a good writer."

She nods. "Ok." She gets dressed, and I kiss her 'goodbye.' My mind is already coming up with ideas for detention next week.