2 comments/ 37161 views/ 13 favorites Deepest, Darkest. By: LoveMeForMyThorns [Note to readers: Hi! I hope you enjoy my first story here. Might as well get the hardcore stuff out first, right? Please check the tags before you read. Comments and feedback welcome!] Kate stared at the clock. This had been a monumentally bad idea. Watching as the hand crept closer and closer, her dread grew with ever minute strike. That's why she should never, ever decide things while in the shower, she concluded. All manner of unreasonable ideas seem possible to her in there. When else would she have thought inviting her psychotic ex to her home would be a good decision? She shook her head. The doorbell rang just as the clock struck seven. Always on time. Just as well. Steeling herself, she went to the door and opened it, pasting a polite smile on her face. And there was Jaden, lounging against her door frame, looking as sexy as all sin. "Morning, Kitten" he drawled, a sly tilt to his lips. "Missed me, did you?" Kate's fake smile vanished and she turned away, rolling her eyes. Never mind the gracious act then. His own smile widened to a grin in response. Jaden was one of those men who were aware of their own appeal and had learned to use it to their advantage. People looked at Jaden, and saw the pretty face first. It took them a while to pick up on the cold intelligence underneath. "Not likely." She stepped aside to let him in. "You will, and one day I might not be willing to take you back." "Oh sure. Call me when you get that personality transplant." Obnoxious ass. But she couldn't resist stealing a look as he passed her to head toward her kitchen, striding before her like he owned the place. He was graced with a sculpted, tall frame and the face of an angel, albeit the fallen kind; a wide, full mouth and a head of thick bronze-colored hair that often fell in short waves over his forehead, tempering his masculinity with a hint of boyishness. He was also a manipulative, emotionally sadistic jerk, she reminded herself. He loved to play mind games and had the sickest imagination Kate had ever come across. It was the reason she ultimately decided to break things off with him. Granted, they'd only been together for a year, but it was enough to see just how twisted his mind was. Kate shook her head as she followed him into the kitchen. She seemed to be doing that a lot around Jaden. "Care for a cup of coffee?" she asked. "You mean that foul brown sludge you drink? No thanks, I'd much rather get an adrenaline shot straight to my stomach." She made a face. "Hey, just because I like some actual caffeine in-" She stopped herself; he was obviously baiting her. Good to know he hadn't changed his slimy ways. Not that she was tempted to take him back, she amended, but damn, looking at him now, she realized she'd missed the arrogant bastard, just a tiny bit. "I asked you here because I found some records of yours the other day. They're vinyl? Pretty rare." "Oh, yeah." Unconcerned, he stretched out on the chair like a lazy cat. "Yeah, they're actually my father's, not mine. I suppose I-" cue air quotes "-inherited them." "Oh." Kate bit her lip. She'd have to play this out cool. "Is that why you called me?" Jaden asked with a mock pout, but his eyes were sharp, belying his casual tone. He knew she wanted something. "And here I was hoping for some begging." "Begging." He grinned. "Begging for me to take you back of course." Of course. Kate rolled her eyes. "Tell me, is there, like, a soundtrack playing in your head?" "A soundtrack?" he frowned. "Yeah, like some cheesy music playing in the background of your mind every time you deliver those lines." She raised her brows at him and cocked her hip. " Because there's no other explanation for the shit you come up with." Jaden threw back his head and roared with laughter. Her lips twitched in response. "I missed you too, Kitten," he chuckled. "Stop it with the pet names already. I'm not yours anymore," she snapped, her amusement vanishing. If she wasn't careful... "Listen. About those records- since you're not invested in them, I'd like to buy them, if you agree. You have no use for them after all. What do you think?" "I think not," he quipped. Kate bit the inside of her cheek. "Don't you want to hear my offer first?" she grated. "Not unless it involves your luscious body under my command, no." "Dream on, you perverted freak." "Oh I do, Kitten. Frequently." His brows lifted suggestively, leaving no doubt as to what he dreamed about. Kate felt her cheeks burning and cursed herself. It was absurd how easily this man could get to her. This whole conversation could not have gone down any less smoother. As if in answer, her tummy chose that moment to make a dying-whale sound. "What was that?" asked Jaden, amusement clear in his tone. "Was that your stomach?" "Shut up." "Katie, are you having digestion issues again?" She looked up; he'd switched to doctor mode. "No, just a little constipated. No big deal." "It is a big deal. How many days?" Jaden persisted, his face set. "Ugh, that is none of your business." "Katie, please. I may be your ex, but I still care about your well-being, and I'm still a physician." She mulled it over. It was obvious he wasn't letting this go; also, it couldn't hurt asking for an opinion. She'd been wretched for days now. "Six." "Six days, I- !" Jaden looked heavenward, as if asking for patience. She narrowed her eyes; he was the exasperating one here. "Alright, bathroom." "What, like right now?" "How am I supposed to help you if I can't take a look first?" Annoyance had replaced the concern in his voice. "Don't be a child, Kitten." "Don't call me 'Kitten'!" She turned and stomped to the bathroom. Kate realized she was being difficult; truth was, she was also anxious to find out what was wrong with her, but she wasn't going to make this easy for him either. Jaden stepped inside the tiny room, crowding her towards the sink. This close, she had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes; his height emphasizing how much bigger he was compared to her 5'3 frame. Kate liked tall men for that exact reason. Now, it only served to put her in a disadvantage. He rested his hands on the marble surface, arms on each side of her. She had forgotten how good he smelled. Damn. A tingle of interest warmed her body over. "Strip." Kate shot him a sharp glance. He seemed uninterested, so she complied. A naughty voice inside her head urged her to undress slowly, first slipping away her bright blue sundress, pulling it off so that her breasts swelled with the movement, and only then bending to unhook her bra. The fleshy globes swung, her nipples pink and a little swollen. She risked a look at Jaden; he still had the bland face on. "You didn't need to strip your bra off," he said, and Kate glared. Ticked and a bit chagrined at her lapse, she wiggled out of her panties. Honestly, she couldn't figure the man out. He flirted and leered at her on a daily basis, and now that she was standing naked in front of him, no reaction whatsoever. "Grip the sink," Jaden prompted in a cool voice, "and spread your legs." Kate did as instructed; the scent of unexpected arousal hit her as she widened her stance. Pressing her eyes shut she waited for a biting remark. "Tried any laxatives?" he asked, fingering her opening. She let out a silent breath. "Yeah." The dry tip of his finger wormed in, and she danced away. "Didn't work, and you know how I hate enemas. I drank tons of coffee too, no luck." "Stay still" he demanded, slapping her ass in reprimand. "Coffee won't do you any good, silly kitten, as it has the opposite effect long-term, actually inflaming the digestive system and inducing constipation in some people." "What? For real?" She tried to turn around but his palm pressed on her spine, keeping her down. "For real." The finger was joined by another one, making her grunt in discomfort. She was too tight and too sensitive back there, and even that small invasion felt intense. Kate couldn't fathom how some people could fit an entire cock back there; even shitting was unpleasant to her. Jaden withdrew his fingers. "The problem is that your sphincter is forcing back up the stools. You need to loosen up to have a regular bowel movement," she heard him declare in a thoughtful voice. "An enema would the best solution." "Hell to the no. Okay, let me up," she said. "My boobs are being squashed into the sink." "Wouldn't want that," he murmured, but still kept his hand down. "Just one last thing." With a lurch, and before she could fathom the suddenness of movement, Jaden had plastered his body over her naked one, his heat burning the length of her back. He put his mouth to the sensitive area below her ear and his scent washed over her, his exhale tickling the tiny hairs on her nape. It distracted her so much that she almost missed his words. "Bet I can fuck it out of you." Goosebumps broke out all over her skin, and she arched away, her body flinching away in denial. "The hell did you just say?" She turned to face him, horrified. "I bet-" he whispered, his voice low and intimate in the tiny space between them, "-that I could ride your ass so hard, I'd literally fuck the shit out of you." Her head spun. She couldn't think; he was too close now and the air she breathed felt scalding, as if she were sipping the breath straight from his lungs. "I always knew you were insane, Jaden- I just had no idea how much," she spat at him, still dizzy. "Coward." "No." "If you agree to this, I'll never bother you again." She opened her mouth to remind him that it was her idea to invite him here, but then she thought better of it. "I'm not letting you sodomize me so I can...ugh. Just no, alright?" "You know manual stimulation is an actual thing, right? It's your only option since you hate enemas." "Get bent and die, pervert." He laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with suppressed mirth. "You want me, though. That I can see." "Time to visit the optometrist then. Your eyesight needs fixing." A flash of teeth. Their faces were millimeters apart; that feral smile filled her vision. "Yes?" He took a step closer; her nipples brushed his chest. Two steps; they stood pressed together from head to toe. One of Jaden' s thighs hooked between her legs and lifted up, pressing her naked pussy against him. He was stiff and eager, and arousal pulsed unbidden between her legs. Kate couldn't help it; she moaned. "Breathing deepened, pupils dilated, nipples and clit distended-" a torturous rub of denim against her folds, "-and heartbeat-" he palmed a breast, pinching the nipple and pulling it away as if trying to pluck it off, "-that's increased too. You're obvious, Kitten." She pushed at him. He pushed back. Her pussy smashed against his throbbing cock, the coarse fabric of his slacks irritating her clit. Feeling vindictive, she decided to sink her nails into his scalp. "Aaaaah," he exhaled, his head tipping back, as if enjoying the pain. Knowing Jaden, he probably did. "You want it, love, admit it. You want to see what's it like to take a big fat cock up your ass." "I didn't. I don't. I'm- " "You always did," he continued, his voice silky and dangerous, his cock pulsing through the soaked fabric of his clothes. Kate couldn't stand it any longer. "Do you you honestly expect me to let you fuck me after all you've done?" she shouted in his face. "Yes!" he screamed right back. "You're such a fucking hypocrite, Kate. You wanted me, and you still want me, and you're still deciding things about us by yourself!" "What are you even talking about?!" They both fell silent, panting and furious, glaring at each other. "Fine," she whispered, half-hoping he wouldn't hear. But he did. And needed no further encouragement. Jaden spun her back to grip the sink, her fingers automatically closing on the marble. She looked up at the mirror; huge, fathomless eyes greeted her, the pupils dilated beyond belief. Her skin, by contrast, seemed ghostly white, except for the twin flushes of her cheeks and her red, red mouth. Jaden was a black shadow over her pale expanse of flesh, his hair obscuring his face, completing the demonic look. Oh shit, she wasn't sure about this. She should've kicked him in the balls and thrown him out, not invite him to pop her anal cherry! Fuuuck, she silently cursed, then composed herself. Well, there was no way she was bailing out now; that would be admitting defeat. And this was a war of wills. Something cold and oily dribbled between her ass cheeks and she flinched away. Her dread grew when Jaden' s cock pressed on her tiny pucker. "Take a deep breath, Kitten," his voice sounded over her internal ramblings. "This will hurt." The head twisted and pushed, trying to burrow inside the clenched opening, until the sphincter gave way. "Ugh!" Kate gripped the edges of the sink and dropped her head, trying to calm her hammering pulse. It was fucking painful. And weird, really weird. She felt herself opening wider and wider, the lube -where the hell had he found lube?- slicking the ring of flesh and easing the way. The cock-head finally slipped inside, her asshole gobbling up the hard flesh now that the biggest part was in. She could feel Jaden straining to feed his dick in her ass, but she couldn't bring herself to help him, instead clamping harder and harder on his length. It hurt so much. Yet the sensation of Jaden' s rigid cock inside her was too familiar to be simple pain. It made her breasts heavy and her pussy ache just as bad. Fuck my cunt, she wanted to say. It burns. Fuck me. I don't care. "...just fuck me." A husky chuckle answered her. "I will, love. I'll fuck you.... any way you want me to." He was in, at last. She expected him to start pounding away, but instead he just stayed still, grinding his cock against her bowels. A continuous groan issued from the back of his throat, so soft that Kate didn't think he was aware of it. Her hand slipped from the sink and she rubbed her pussy, the juices drenching her fingers. Subtly, she rocked back. The man behind her shivered all over at the tiny motion. "You're killing me," he whispered, then stood stock still, his features turning to granite. "Alright. Now...push out my cock with your asshole." Kate obeyed, eager to be through with this. Her face scrunched up and her teeth gritted as she fought to expel the intruder from her rectum. Cold sweat broke over her body; she was trembling all over with the effort but the huge monster in her bowels refused to budge. "You're supposed to help too!" she complained, turning to glare at the impassive face of the man behind her. He seemed remarkably calm for a man who had his cock up a girl's ass, except from a hint of smugness glittering in his tawny eyes. "That would be rather counter-productive." Kate bit her lip until she tasted blood. What in the ever-loving fuck had possessed her to agree to this? Squeezing her eyes shut, she pushed even harder. Her gut rolled as the pole lodged in her rectum crept infinitesimally outwards. "You're doing well, Kitten." "Hnnnng! Fuuuuck!" she grunted. She pushed out another two inches. Her arms and legs were shaking violently, rivers of sweat dripping from her forehead, matting her hair, trailing across her spine and between her breasts. "Shit! I can't do this!" she sobbed. "Help me!" "Alright." Slam! The three inches she had agonizingly dislodged smashed back inside. "Oh GOD, are you DOING?!" The maniac behind her grinned like a shark. He slipped out his cock in a whoosh, a torrent of dirty slime hanging from it. Slam! He hammered back in, his ball-sack slapping wetly against her pussy. The potent scent of sex mixed with the foul odor of her insides turning themselves out with each thrust. "Talk to me," Jaden panted, arousal thick in his voice. "Tell me how it feels." "It feels like you're ripping me apart!" she shouted through the veil of tears and sweat stinging her face. "Good. Aaaaah. Good little kitten, taking it up in the ass." She looked down. Her belly swelled with each violent thrust, a distinct bulge appearing and disappearing in time with Jaden' s pounding. "Yes, watch yourself. You're so sexy, Kitten. It makes me want to fuck up that cute, tiny asshole of yours. And I'll make it hurt so good, so good. You'll be shitting yourself for the rest of your life." "Oooooh fuuuuck!" she keened as he started jack-hammering into her even faster. Her hold on the sink slipped, and she flopped onto the bathroom floor, Jaden' s hands keeping her hips almost vertical. "Anything?" Jaden asked with false concern. "Your little shitter is packed full with crap, you know. It's disgusting." She moaned, tears overflowing her eyes from the strain of the fucking and the inexplicable arousal that followed it. People couldn't cum like that, could they? Not women, not without any other stimulation. Then why did it feel like she was going to explode any second now? "Oh, don't cry, Kitten. I'll have you loosened up in no time. In fact" -a fierce thrust that propelled her body forward, her clammy tits squeaking across the floor- "maybe it'll relax that uptight hole of yours permanently." Kate didn't deign to answer, instead concentrating on breathing through the frantic pounding. "Remember that time when we were fucking in that park and you came so hard, you pissed all over my cock?" "That was cum, you jerk! I squirted!" she protested, remembering the embarrassing incident. She had, in fact, lost bladder control that night but wasn't about to admit as much to this sicko. He'd probably use it as leverage against her. Jaden stopped thrusting. "You loved it" he whispered silkily into her dripping hair. "Denying your instincts isn't healthy, Kitten. We bind ourselves with rules and renounce our urges, but that doesn't make them go away." He smashed his pelvis on her cheeks, his cock stabbing itself deeper as if to punctuate his statement. "Do you ever shut up?!" "It twists them. Shame and darkness only feed the vices." Abruptly he gasped, his cock burrowing in the resistance of her stuffed colon. "Fuck!" Kate couldn't make out what he was saying anymore, a continuous strangled whimper issuing from the back of her throat. It felt as if he was trying to reach her stomach through her bowels. Spittle leaked from her mouth in thick strings. Her pussy clenched on itself, its juices bathing Jaden' s ball-sack when it smashed the folds together. "Fucking hell, you're wet." Two strong hands griped her hips and pulled up, turning her onto her back. His cock slipped out. Jaden grasped her knees, hooking them over his shoulders as he pounded back in, fucking her ass with brutal relish. "I want to see your face as you cum with my cock in your shitty hole," he confessed, his eyes gleaming almost inhumanly with arousal. A finger brushed her clit, which had doubled in size, and scraped a nail around the hood. "Fuck!" Kate screamed, arching her spine towards the ceiling and flinching away when that impaled her ass even harder on Jaden' s cock. "You are sick." "So are you, Kitten." Katie moaned. From this angle, the penetration seemed deeper, bruising her insides. Each push produced a liquid sound as it jostled and rearranged the load in her bowels. "Talk to me. Tell me how you love this. Your cunt is sopping, Kitten. I want to bury my face in it and lick you dry." Fuck, that was hot! Her attention focused on reaching that finger, the memories of all the depraved things his tongue had done to her short-circuiting her mind. "You taste so good down there, darling. Do you remember how you used to sit on my face and beg me to suck on your little clit until you melted in my mouth?" Deepest Darkest Secret 'Am I kinky?' I thought to myself as I looked up at my reflection in the mirror. Staring back at me was an image that filled me with pure lust. Black, lace-top stockings held in place with a black basque and suspenders, and the look was completed with matching black panties. 'Most definitely, but I love it,' I thought as I glimpsed at my straining cock, trying to fight its way out of the lace panties. The panties, basque and stockings belonged to Samantha, my ex-girlfriend. I can remember when I first noticed how sexy women's panties were, and how I was instantly drawn to them. It was whilst dating my first girlfriend, Samantha, in university. We'd been dating for a few weeks before we ended up back at my place, both getting horny as we kissed in my bedroom. It was the first time that things ever became more than kissing and fumbling. I can remember Samantha laying back on the bed, letting me take off her jeans. As I slid then down from her hips I caught my first sight of her underwear. That night she was wearing a thong and I marvelled at the sight of the material as it clung to her mound beneath. I kissed my way up her slender legs until I came to her thong and I was immediately hooked by the contagious smell of her pussy on the material. I couldn't help insert a finger inside her moist hole through her thong. As I pulled the damp material out I inhaled deeply and I vowed that I would never forget this moment. After that night I used to love undressing Samantha, as any guy would love to do with his girlfriend. I had the double delight though, the pleasure of seeing her naked body and the pleasure of seeing what panties that she was wearing on each particular occasion. Whilst we dated we often used to spend the nights at each others houses. On a number of occasions I stayed in bed whilst Samantha went to her early lectures, which gave me the perfect opportunity to explore her panties in closer detail. I loved to go through her drawers, searching for her sexiest panties. One time I found a pair of her panties that Samantha had been wearing the previous night. I picked them up off the floor and found that the crotch was still damp, and when I raised them to my nose I immediately recognised that her pussy was the cause of the dampness. My cock immediately became hard at the thought of her pussy being all moist and the panties being so close to her mound. I couldn't resist but to put them on. I slipped them on and up my legs, the lace feeling wonderful to my touch. At first the dampness against my balls felt cold but they soon warmed with my body temperature. I jumped back into bed and laid on my front. I slowly began to hump against the bed, my cock head rubbing against the material of the panties. I fantasised that Samantha was beneath me, and that I was humping against her pussy through her panties. I could feel the cum rising within me and I decided to let go totally. As I reached orgasm I felt my cum spurt out of my cock and onto the lacey material. I laid on the bed afterwards in post orgasm delirium, still incredibly horny at what I had done. It never crossed my mind as to how I was to explain to Samantha why her panties were full of my cum. I simply took them home with me and washed them, before returning them to her panty draw. I repeated this as frequently as I could; cumming in Samantha's panties, smuggling them home so I could clean them and then sneaking them back to their rightful owner. We had been dating for one year and Samantha and I went to a restaurant to celebrate. Little did I know what was in store for me later that night. As we arrived home we were both horny and looking forward to a night full of hot sex. As soon as the door closed behind us we were kissing passionately in the hallway, both of our hands roaming each others bodies. I could feel my cock, hard against my trousers and longing to be touched by Samantha's hands. Somehow we made it upstairs to my bedroom, but before I could say anything, Samantha had me naked and laid back on the bed. Out of nowhere she produced some handcuffs and proceeded to handcuff me to the bed. This really got my cock hard as I prepared for Samantha to tease me. Samantha stood up from the bed and stood by the side, looking me straight in the eye. She reached up and pushed the shoulder straps of her slinky blue dress off of her shoulders. The dress slid quickly to the floor and I was totally dumfounded. Underneath Samantha was wearing a lacy black basque with suspenders, matching black laced-top stockings and black lace panties. My cock seemed to rise to new heights with the sight before me. Samantha sensed this and quickly joined me on the bed. She straddled my body, bringing her crotch upto my face. No words were needed. Samantha slid her panties to one side to reveal her glistening pussy. She moved closer to my head and my tongue immediately began to lick its way across her labia. I decided that since she was teasing me by handcuffing me to the bed, I'd replicate this by teasing her clit. Barely had I begun to tease her when I felt her hands on the back of my head, thrusting her pussy forward into my face. I could smell her whole sex, and as I lapped away I could feel her juices running down my face and neck. "Make me cum!" she commanded. "I need to cum now!" I was in no place to disagree and merely began feverishly licking Samantha's clit. I could feel Samantha's hips begin to thrust forward to meet each movement of my tongue and I knew she was on her way to orgasm. Samantha's fingers scrunched up my hair, her breathing became frantic. "That's it, lick my clit, make me cum like you cum in my panties!" 'What the hell?' I thought to myself. My tongue froze with her words. "Don't you dare stop! You're going to make me cum, Now!" I had no option but to continue licking as though nothing had been said. "Do you fuck my panties like I'm fucking your tongue?" Samantha screamed at me. I didn't stop, merely increased my movements. I could feel Samantha's juices pouring out of her pussy and I knew this was it. "Oooohhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmm!" cooed Samantha. As her body was squirming with her orgasm, my head was frantic with what she had said to me. Still Samantha ground her pussy against my tongue, prolonging her ecstasy. Around thirty seconds must have passed before Samantha moved her pussy from my face. I think the look on my face must have said everything. "Oh, come on, don't look at me like that sweetie. I know exactly what you've been doing. Stealing my panties, shooting your cum all over them. Which were you favourite? My thongs right?" I couldn't even begin to speak. "Your silence merely confirms your guilt. Unfortunately, your silence also means that we're through. I'm sorry, I can accept someone who wants to get into my panties, but not someone who wants to get in them, wear them and cum all over them!" Samantha stood up off the bed. She began to undress. She undid her stockings, sliding them down over her legs. Her panties soon followed. Finally she took off her basque and stood there naked, her gorgeous body making my cock stay hard. What happened next took me by surprise. Samantha took hold of my legs and began to run a stocking up each of my legs in turn. She did the same with her damp panties, placing my cock within the material. The basque followed also, until I was laid handcuffed to the bed in the lingerie that Samantha herself had been wearing. "I think that they suit you," said Samantha as she climbed back onto the bed. Once again she straddled me, this time placing her pussy directly over my cock. The only thing that separating us was the thin material of her panties, which were now my panties. "I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of fucking me. I'm going to make you cum in those panties of yours!" With that Samantha began to make my fantasy come true. She began to grind her pussy over the head of my cock as it strained in my panties. By now I was so turned don that I wouldn't be able to last long, but I was determined to prolong the time until my orgasm. "How does it feel to have been caught? I bet you wished you could fuck my pussy now, don't you?" I couldn't answer, I was too far gone into my fantasy to care what she had to say. When I opened my eyes I found that Samantha was enjoying this too. Her hands were playing with her breasts and I'm sure that her clit was rubbing against the panties. Before long Samantha was really grinding against me cock, obviously concentrating more on her own orgasm than mine. "Cum with me," she commanded. "Fill your panties for me." These words set us both off. As I heard Samantha groan when her orgasm hit, my cum began to spurt out of my cock. My orgasm seemed to last for an age, but when I came down from my high Samantha was raising herself up off the bed. I could see her pussy glistening with her own cum. She slipped her dress back on and then once again stood by the bed, looking down on me. "This is goodbye. I can't wait to see the face on the housemate who finds you here!" With that Samantha walked out of my house and out of my life. I never saw her again. ************** I couldn't guess how long I waited before I heard somebody's key in the door to my house. I heard the door slam shut and then footsteps move around downstairs. I tested my handcuffs, just in case they weren't fastened properly. It was no use though. My heart began racing as I realised that this was serious. The footsteps downstairs that had been silent for several minutes began to move again and I heard them begin to climb the stairs. My bedroom was the last room on the upstairs hallway, but thankfully the door was closed. The only thing that would give away my presence in the room would be the light. I listened intently as the footsteps grew closer and then seemed to fade away slightly. Before I knew what was happening though there was a knock at the door. I stayed silent. Again another knock came. A few seconds later and I saw the handle on the inside of the door begin to move. I knew that I would be discovered. My mind screamed. "What the hell!" exclaimed Zoe, one of my housemates. I didn't know what to say. I expect that Zoe was feeling exactly the same. I spoke first as Zoe closed the door behind her. "Thank god you came back. Samantha played a joke on me, that's all." Zoe laughed. "Really?" "Yeah," I replied, "she thought that it would be funny." "You don't have to lie to me. All I need to know is whether it is true or not?" "What?" "I found a note downstairs. It looked like Samantha's handwriting. She said that you have split up and that she handcuffed you to the bed and left you in her lingerie because you were stealing her panties. Oh, and that you were cumming in them too!" I couldn't think of a response. "I know it's true by your reaction." "Please don't tell anyone, I beg you. I couldn't live if anyone found out." "Well I have found out and now I have the choice about what to do." Zoe moved across the room and over to my bed. She got on the bed and moved in close to my crotch, which now contained my sticky limp cock. Zoe reached out and moved the panties to one side. "My, my. You did cum lots!" Zoe grabbed hold of my cock and moved it to her lips. "Beg me to suck you?" My mind was overcome with lust again. What was happening? "Please, suck me. Let me feel your mouth slide down my cock." Zoe parted her lips and lowered her head. I felt her tongue run along the shaft of my cock, presumably licking off my cum. I closed my eyes in sheer pleasure as she took my sticky cock into her mouth. Instantly I began to grow hard again. Zoe deep throated me before sliding my whole cock nearly out of her mouth, where her tongue licked its way across the sensitive head. She repeated this a number of times until I was fully hard again. Without warning she left my cock and stood up off the bed. My cock was now clean. I couldn't believe that Zoe had licked off all my cum. Zoe stood by the bed and began to take off her top, revealing her breasts encased in her white bra. "You know we're both attracted to each other so I'm going to make this easy for the both of us." She unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor, revealing her perfect breasts, her nipples already erect. "I'm going to fuck you right now because just seeing you like that makes me so horny, see.....?" As she said this her jeans fell to the floor. Zoe showed me the wet patch that had formed on her panties. She pushed her hand into her panties and found her pussy, and I guessed that she rubbed her clit because she moaned out load. Soon Zoe was tugging her panties down her legs. Her panties still in hand, Zoe rejoined me on the bed. She straddled my body just as Samantha had done a short while earlier. Zoe positioned my cock at the entrance of her moist entrance. "After this we can both walk away and never talk about this, after all we all have our fantasies." The way that she said this implied something more, at least it did in my mind, and by the look on her face it certainly did in her mind. "The events of tonight or how I found you dressed will never leave either of our lips. Or.......... we can go out on a date and see how things go from there. Do we have a deal?" "Most definitely!" I exclaimed, excited at the thought of ending tonight by fucking Zoe's pussy. "Seeing as though you like girl's panties, here!" With that Zoe scrunched up her wet panties and stuffed the into my mouth. At the same time Zoe plunged down onto my cock and as we fucked she talked about how turned on she was and how seeing me dressed in Samantha's lingerie was driving her wild. Needless to say I filled her pussy with cum several times that night, and it wasn't until the morning that she released me from my bonds. We did go out on that date after all and we found out that we had lots in common. We were married four years ago. Every now and then we both relive what happened the first night we came together and now as I lie on the bed looking up into the mirror on the ceiling I can't wait for Zoe to come home from work and find me like this. I'm sure she'll be fucking me all night! Oh, and I did find out exactly what Zoe's fantasy was. E-mail me and tell me if you'd like to hear what it is, or if you'd like to hear about other things that we have experienced.