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Reunited

By: Deadwood



Amy Lynn Steele's white canvas shoes barely made a sound as she stepped cautiously on the metal stairs that lead up the back wing of the Boston Commons Hotel. While the hotel itself was quite posh, the rear staircase was completely utilitarian, with hard metal treads, white cinder block walls and pipes and wires going in every possible direction. It certainly did not look like the place for a security camera to be needed, but as Amy paused on the fifth floor landing, she looked around for one nonetheless. After a moment of searching, she was convinced there was none present, and began to change her clothes. 

The transformation was quite dramatic as she pulled off her sneakers using the heel to toe method to pop each one off with little effort even as she did so without bothering to untie the laces first. Typically she wore these type of shoes with a pair of slouch socks, or even just barefoot, but today she wore a pair of beige stockings underneath them. The reason for that became clear when she pulled a navy blue sweatshirt over her head, and tugged down a pair of matching navy blue sweat pants. Underneath, the persona of a college girl talking the more athletic method of ascending the stairs to her motel room quickly changed to the real reason Amy was at the hotel.

As she sat on the top step, she spent an exurbanite amount of time on her legs, extended her legs out and pulled the semi-opaque and stretchy fabric up from her toes to her thighs, making sure the sexy fabric was taunt. She also made sure the tiny black line that ran up the back of her legs was perfectly plumb, particularly behind the crook of her knee. Satisfied, she then fanned her toes out, knowing whomever was staying in room five sixty one, would be thrilled with the way her bright red toenail polish was just barely visible through the beige, nylon stockings.

Next she rummaged through her black and gray backpack and pulled out a pair of stiletto heels. Without straps, they were easy to put on, but would prove to be difficult to walk in with such a tall high heel. Regardless, Amy knew they were perfect for this date; black in color, the shoes had the tops of the pumps rimmed with chrome studs that matched perfectly with the silver ankle bracelet she now draped around her right ankle.

Technically Amy was now fully dressed, though Amy did not feel like it in the revealing outfit she had been wearing under her more casual clothes. Everything about the dress was wrong, starting with the color; a simple black number with a hemline so short that Amy wanted to pull it downward. Instead, she tugged it upward by at least an inch, setting the hemline so that even in a standing position, the tiny red elastic straps that clipped to her stocking tops, were visible. The top portion of the dress was no less revealing; boldly plunging into a deep v-shaped neck, the dress managing to keep her chest legal, but not from keeping it from bulging outward and displaying her young, slender form extremely well.

In fact as Amy stuffed her sneakers and sweat suit into her backpack, she felt like the tiny red straps, the only color to her rather meager outfit, drew anyone's attention upward and underneath her hemline towards her sex as if advertising what she was at the hotel to do.

Satisfied, but ashamed with the way she looked, Amy staggered with the heavy fire door, but managed to keep herself upright in the high heels as she apprehensively made her way to the mans suite and knocked on the door hoping he would emerge before she was seen by any other guests of the hotel.

It felt like a full minute had passed before Amy heard the lock mechanism of the door being removed and saw the door slowly swing open. She had formulated in her mind what sort of sexy pose she would strike for the man who had requested her, but as she saw the door slowly reveal a sliver of his face, Amy just lowered her gaze to her feet and let the man's gaze roam over her rather revealed body unceremoniously.

"Amy," the man asked in shock upon seeing the escort that now stood in his rooms' doorway?

Amy immediately recognized the man's voice, knowing full well that it was a man whom she had worn lingerie for before...a man whom she had cooked breakfast for numerous times...a man in fact whom she had stood in front of the alter and professed her love. But before Amy could turn and rush back towards the sanctuary of the rear staircase, Scott grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room.

"Amy what the hell are you doing? I can't believe this!"

Amy only looked down at her high heels in shame. It had been three years since she had seen her ex-husband and now that she had met him like this, she desperately wanted to escape. Still, running in these high heels would be impossibility, and while she hated the thought, she looked up at the man she once loved with tears of shame starting to run down her cheeks.

"I should have known it was you. The high heels; the seamed stockings; the ankle bracelet you requested...no one else ever asked for those three things. You haven't changed a bit Scott."

"And you still look good too Amy. You always were very pretty, but to do this; I just can't believe it."

"And you think you are so much better than me? Don't forget you are the one that called the escort agency to get me here!"

Scott only nodded and casually walked over to the end table and picked up two glasses. Splashing a bit of gin and tonic into the tumblers, he handed one to Amy who quietly accepted the only thing tolerable about the whole awkward encounter. Offering her a seat, Amy sat on the couch and nonchalantly drank her stiff drink and crossed her legs. As he did, Amy could not help but note her ex-husband's undying devotion to her legs. She watched his eyes be transfixed by the movement, his gaze moving to her right ankle as her ankle bracelet dropped from gravity before stopping at the start of her foot.

"You can't tell me your happy doing this sort of thing Amy."

"I am happy," Amy started to say, but the truth was revealed as Amy turned from him, too emotional to continue the obvious lie.

"Really," he said, now standing up to walk over to her. Placing his hand on her chin, he turned her face towards him and lightly touched a bruise on her cheek. "Bruises don't make a woman happy Amy."

"You're the one that hired an escort. You can't be too happy yourself Scott?"

Scott slowly turned towards her, taking a seat beside her on the couch as he quietly reflected on her words.

"It's kind of ironic then isn't it? Both of us thought we would be better off divorced, and yet it seems we are both pretty miserable." As he said it he placed his hand on her thigh, close to the hemline of her dress and watched Amy's reaction. For the first time in weeks, Amy found herself smiling back. 

Reunited



Disclaimer: Compete work of my own original fiction.

Author's Note: One-shot

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Tall, muscular and quite attractive Mason Austin awoke with a start from another dream of his ex-lover Andie Scott. He didn't know why he had been thinking of her so much lately, but he couldn't stop.

It didn't matter that a decade had passed since they had broken up or that he was a married father now. He loved his family, especially his children, but every so often over the years he wished he had married Andie.

In his dreams she looked as she always had and even after so many years she had hardly changed in reality either. And he knew it.

She had always been petite, slim, athletic with shoulder length caramel locks and big, beautiful brown eyes that always made her skin seem even more pale in contrast. Never had any other woman measured up to her in his mind. Though sometimes he could make himself believe the lies he told himself.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, Mason got up from his bed and headed into his home office to get some work done for the morning.

But almost as soon as he sat down in his chair, he heard his cell phone begin to ring beside him.

"Hello?" he asked still a bit sleepily, unsure of who could be calling him at three in the morning.

"Mason?" a slightly weak sounding, but familiar, female voice asked on the other end.

"Who's this?" he asked, beginning to wake up. He knew the voice was familiar, but he couldn't believe it could really be her.

"It's Andie," her soft, sweet voice replied. "Andie Scott."

"Andie," he breathed. "What's wrong? How did you get this number? Why do you sound -?"

"I really miss you. And I got the number from an old friend of ours. You're not mad, are you?"

"Never at you," he answered.

Both had hated how they had ended things, but it hadn't been their faults really. Their careers had sent them in different directions and they were both in their mid-twenies at the time. Now, it was ten years later and they had hardly seen each other since.

At least in person.

"It's funny that you should be calling me tonight," Mason said. "I was just dreaming about you."

"I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No. I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep so I just decided to get some work done."

"Could I see you?"

"Now?" He wanted to kick himself as soon as he asked. He couldn't believe he was even partially turning down an opportunity to see her after so long.

"It wouldn't be that far a walk. I'm in my car. In your driveway."

"I'll be down in a minute," he replied as he stood and made his way down the stairs. He was only in a black muscle tank and black sweat pants, but it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary for people to see him dressed this way. Especially at this time of night.

Never had he been more thankful that his family was out of the house, away at hiss for the weekend. If not for work needing him the next day, he would have been there, too.

They were both in a slight state of shock when he opened the door a moment later. She had hardly aged a day it seemed and the same was true for him. Aside from a haircut and being a little more muscular, he looked almost identical to how she remembered him.

How she was not already in his arms was a mystery to Andie. And even to Mason. They both wanted it, but for the first time were too nervous to even hug each other then.

"Come in, please," he said as he stepped aside to let her in.

"You look incredible," she stated as her doe eyes fell over him.

"So do you," he said as his own brown orbs looked her mostly green clad form over. "How did you know where I live?" he asked as she took a seat on his sofa.

"You think Paul would give me your number and not your address?"

Mason laughed slightly at the truth of her question.

"Where's Tamara?" Andie asked.

"At her parent's," he answered as he took a seat beside her.

"And your kids?"

"With her," he answered with a soft smile.

"What would she say if she knew I was here?"

"I think she's been expecting it," he answered with a slight sigh.

"Why do you say it like that?"

"Tamara isn't worried that we're gonna fall in love again. She's afraid we never fell out."

"How did it come to this?"

"We listened to the wrong people and now it's caught up with us." He paused for a moment and asked, "Do you want something to eat or drink?"

"I'll take a water."

He nodded with a soft smile and crossed the large living room towards the kitchen.

Andie wasn't entirely sure why she was there. She knew she wanted to see him. That she needed to be near him. But now, being in his house after so many years, she couldn't help but be more than a little nervous.

Wordlessly she took the plastic bottle from his hand as he sat down beside her once again with his own a moment later. Her throat no longer being the only one to have gone dry at this situation.

"What made you decide to come here tonight? Did you have a fight with the guy you're with now? Or what?" he asked, feeling an overwhelming need within him to know.

"I couldn't wait any longer to see you," Andie answered, her dark eyes meeting his.

Mason wanted so much to kiss her then, knowing the same was true for him. And while he knew it should feel wrong, nothing ever did when he was with her. And as she was still looking to him, a fire in her eyes like he had not seen in a decade burning within them, he could feel himself losing his fight.

Before he even knew it, he was leaning in to kiss her and she was leaning in, too. But as their lips brushed against each other's Mason tried to fight again and as he backed away from her slightly, said, "But what about the guy you're with now?"

"He's not you," she breathed. "I've wished for him to be you so many times before, but that's not fair because no one else could ever be you."

Mason had no idea until just that moment how much he had needed to hear her say that very thing. Too many times he had done the same and knew now she should know it. "Do you know how hard it is to imagine a blonde as a brunette?"

"I do. I also know how hard it is to imagine blue eyes being brown. And imagining a small, silver hoop earring in each ear when they earlobes I'm looking to aren't even pierced." She took a deep breath and added, "I thought if I could find someone who didn't remind me of you then I could finally get beyond all that, but I can't."

"I've never gotten over you either," he confessed with a little more honesty than he had anticipated.

This time Andie leaned into Mason again, their lips soon meeting and Mason was kissing her back.

At first she couldn't be sure if he was about to break it and tell her to leave or say that it had to end there. But within seconds, as she felt his tongue slip passed her gently parted lips and perfect teeth, she knew what this kiss was.

She had never completely lost him just as he had never completely lost her. They had lied to themselves and to so many others over the years, but the could never lie to each other and her tongue was now dueling his, she knew this kiss was only the beginning.

Minutes passed as they began to rekindle the embers of their fire that had never truly died and by now their hearts were racing and their bodies were only moving closer as their hands began to wander over the other's body.

First Mason's over Andie's back from under her green top and Andie's over Mason's sides. But soon Andie's slender hands were moving beneath his muscle tank and taking in the muscled plains and creases of his firm, silken torso.

He sighed deeply in appreciation into her mouth, now bringing his own hands around to her soft, flat stomach, moving steadily upwards to her modest globes. His cock was already swelling, but still he fought for control, wanting this to last for as long as it could.

Andie moaned softly at how perfectly his hands covered her satin imprisoned breasts, almost making her frantic to feel her skin against his as she could feel her small, candy hard nipples strain more with each gentle squeeze.

Her breasts had always been so sensitive and he always knew it. With little more than a gentle grasp of both he could already have her wiggling sensuously.

But then only he knew how to grasp her breasts just right. It wasn't just out of Andie's preference for it to be him toying with her this way, it was also that only his hands surrounded her modest globes so perfectly and his hold was always gentle. Always enough to excite, but never enough to hurt despite all his strength.

At feeling her chest canting into his gentle hold and her buds protruding into his palms, while he hated the thought of it, Mason knew he had to break their kiss again. "Maybe we should move this to my bed," he nearly panted as he lowered his hands, but rested them at her sides.

"Okay," she agreed with a soft smile. She couldn't be sure why, but earlier in the night she had been terrified he would tell her to leave. That he couldn't do this. That he wouldn't do this. While this wasn't entirely what she had gone to his home for, she couldn't help but be thankful for this now.

How long it took them to climb the stairs, they couldn't know. How they made it to his bed, they couldn't remember. Where their clothes were landing, none of that mattered now.

All that did matter to them now was they were beginning to get their bearings with each other again. Part of them were still wondering if they could remember how to do each other, but their instincts were taking over and memories were flooding their minds.

As they always had each time they saw each other nude before, their breaths were catching in their throats at nearly each glance. They had both gotten more attractive with age, neither really having changed though and both were realizing just how lucky there were. To have had each other before and to have each other again.

The others in their lives weren't even in their clouded minds now. This was how it always should have been and they knew it.

"You are so beautiful," Mason finally said huskily as he looked the petite woman over again. It was nothing he hadn't said to her before, but something he hadn't told her in almost ten years.

Andie only looked away demurely as she blushed. It always happened to her with him. She could never see herself as he did, but it always made her feel warm inside to hear him speak to her like this.

Mason knew why she wasn't responding and it only made him smile softly to her. Knowing she still felt the same as she always had.

Andie soon arched herself to claim her once and soon-to-be-again lover's soft, pouted lips.

The strong brunette returned the hungry exchange, their tongues soon engaging in another duel.

Andie's hands were soon moving over Mason's sides and already she could feel her body coursing with simmering desire and ending it was the last thing in her mind.

How she wasn't already spreading slim, powerful, gymnast legs completely and begging him to take her was beyond her. His incredible kiss, the warmth from his naked body so solidly above her, she needed him more now than she could ever remember needing him before.

Mason was having his own similar thoughts, unable to remember the last time he had been so turned on. His straining cock was throbbing happily between them and it wasn't difficult to see he was sure to be ready to take her as soon as she was ready to be taken.

Though they both wanted that kiss to last forever, Mason soon broke it and lowered his lips down her neck before reaching the center line of her chest as he looked to her rounds, the two most beautiful he had ever seen. His gentle tweaking of her throbbing buds sent many hot jolts through her, each of which firing straight down to her needful core.

But soon he was drawing her right nipple into his hot, wet mouth, her areola and more of her sweet swell next as Andie let out another moan of her pleasure.

Next, he lowered his right hand down her slim, smooth body again, this time letting his fingers comb passed her dark, moistened curls to her most pleasurable point that was almost instantly straining against his middle finger.

Andie gave another groan while her lover nursed and as her hips rocked towards his hand. She was fighting her moans, but it was impossible for her not to moan with him. Anyone else got little more than a matter of gasps or heavy breathing from her. But with Mason, it was a wonder she could even catch her breath with how worked up he could get her and there times she came with a scream of her delight.

Tonight was sure to be one of those.

Mason's cock was solid now and throbbing more with each of her little moans. He didn't know that only he awoke them, but just knowing that she was finding such pleasure from him was more of a turn on than almost anything else. Definitely more than anything from anyone else.

"I knew you'd remember all your old moves," Andie moaned as his fingers lowered and swiftly thrust into her, her wet heat instantly coating his digits.

"Yeah," he stated as he let her sweet swell slip from his mouth, her candy hard nipple still pleading for his attention again. "But I've also learned a few new ones," he told her as he licked his lips and switched his attention to her left breast. His tongue was swirling all around her throbbing left nubbin, enjoying the feeling of it growing just as hard as her right had been.

For Mason, more of the same was in his mind. He remembered her touch and it was only fueling his passion for her now. Her own was just as soft, her hands always knowing where to go and what to do. His dick was achingly throbbing with the desire for her to reach down and stroke him. His nearly surging sac heavy now with its own need for one of her small, strong hands.

Her right hand was running down his back now, her left running through his short, dark and perfectly spiked strands. His skin was prickling in reply and already the sensations were threatening to overtake him. Just knowing that it was finally, truly her. No more lying, no more pretending, no more dreaming or fantasizing, this time it was truly Andie.

But before she could get too used to the incredible sensation filling her lower half, his hand slipped from her clinging recesses and he let his other tasty treat slip from his mouth and once again lowered his kisses down her slim, nude form.

"Wait," Andie breathed.

"Why?" he asked as he looked up at her.

"I wanna taste you," she told him softly.

"Any part of me in particular?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

Playfully, she pounced onto him, quickly claiming his lips before she lowered her kisses down his smooth throat and chest before reaching his abs and finally his long, slender pole.

His hands were already tangling in her caramel locks as her tongue swirled all around his crown, teasing his glans and dipping the tip of her oral organ into his slit, now making him frantic with her teasing.

Easily recognizing the twist of his hips, she brought her hands to them as she opened wide and swallowed him whole.

Mason could only gasp as his hips wanted to buck towards her, his hands now grasping his bedspread and his headd canting back into his pillow.

She was furiously working his rigid stalk in and out of her soft, hot mouth, letting her tongue occasionally swirl around his shaft even as she increased her suction.

Seeing her bobbing rhythmically up and down on his manhood was almost too much for Mason. But he didn't want to come yet. Her talented mouth may have been the most incredible he had ever been sheathed in, but it was her cunt he wanted to feel surrounding him when he finally reached his edge.

Lapping at his precome a minute later, Andie knew how close he was and reluctantly pulled back, letting her own tasty treat slip from her sucking cavity.

Only seconds later Mason was moving back atop her, his tongue wasting no time in making contact with her sopping pink flesh. He licked the whole of her entrance, but soon her words surprised him.

"Do that again," she moaned, needing him more than she could hope to express.

"Yeah?" he asked softly.

She only moaned as her lower half gave an involuntary pump towards him. His hot breath had fallen over her wet opening like a wave and it sent another shiver through her.

Mason only smiled. He had longed for this for so long and to know she had been, too sent similar jolts through him, each soon being centered at his own needful sex.

He continued his sure licking until finally, wonderfully, his lips were against her stiffened rosy bud. But first, he licked opening completely once more. Then, he nibbled lightly at her clit, knowing what would soon follow.

Sure enough, a loud moan and writhe of her gently narrowed hips was his reward for his current teasing. But as he felt her heat rising again, he brought his lips back to her swollen clit, suckling at it, enjoying each of her deep moans as he increased his suction and tempo.

But while Andie was loving each of these sensations, her body was growing desperate. She wanted to feel him. To feel his cock buried so far within her they could never be separated again. But as she was quickly losing her ability to voice her needs, she could only wait.

Only Mason recognized this and pulled his mouth away though having enjoyed feeling her core pulsating against his lips. He moved back atop her and asked, "Sure you're ready to do this?"

"I am," she breathed. She knew what he was really asking and ready or not, he was the one she needed. The one she most wanted and the one who obviously wanted and needed her equally.

Being as hard as she was wet, that was all Mason needed to hear. It was only a moment more before their bodies were finally joined and neither could bite back their cries of indescribable rapture as their primal need broke the surface.

His long, slender shaft was filling her tight tunnel to perfection as her eager snatch accepted the invasion, her sweet juices instantly coating his erection upon entry.

For many years so many always thought Mason and Andie were prefect together. Some even said it. They were just a prefect fit on so many levels. It was now they were remembering why they agreed.

It wasn't just all they had in common, but their bodies were a prefect fit as well. Her breasts always fit so well in his strong hands and while his cock wasn't small, nor abnormally huge, he couldn't remember the last time he fit so perfectly into a woman's body, unless he was remembering a time when it was Andie's he was sheathed in.

When she would collapse onto his body after her orgasm, he could never help but enjoy how well his body supported her petite, athletic frame.

Andie had more than enjoyed it herself, having had to force herself to roll off of him those nights.

But now she was under him, her slender fingers digging into his broad shoulders as he thrust deep into her gripping, willing core and they fought to keep their new heated kiss, their moans each being greedily swallowed by the other.

Quickly, furiously, they rocked together, Andie's hips leaving the mattress as she raised them to meet Mason's, kisses that were nothing short of ravenous being exchanged through their quickening breaths and amplifying groans as his sex further drilled hers.

She moaned his name, their kiss breaking.

"That's it, Andie, don't fight it," he replied huskily as he thrust deep into her again. This time he was feeling her hot, soft muscles coiling as he sank each inch of his hard meat into her, her body preparing for its release that was sure to be nothing short of explosive.

She moaned his name again a minute later. It wasn't to remind herself who she had moving within her. With Mason, she always got this way. Not a day seemed to go by all those years ago that she didn't call his name at least once for something. Often for this very reason.




Reunited



Now here she was again after so long, her body moving in time with his, her walls now spiraling even more rapidly around his burning, steel hard tool, his fevered skin against hers and it would only be another few seconds and another few pumps.

As if summoned by the thought, she screamed his name just before her body quaked repeatedly beneath her lover's muscular frame, each part of her coursing with all that had just been centered at her hot, seemingly dripping cunt.

Just seconds later, once he had nearly ridden out her orgasm, Mason's own edge appeared and he called her name just before his own blissful eruption surged through him, his body shuddering in their immense ecstasy just as hers had before his heavy, full balls emptied themselves into her still clinging depths.

Andie only moaned again. She had never forgotten the pleasure only he could give her. She just could not believe that this time, for once, it wasn't another dream. And she couldn't help but be thankful for that despite what it meant.

Wonderfully long seconds passed as they worked their bodies back from their explosive climaxes before Mason moved off of Andie and nearly collapsed onto the mattress beside her. But still, there was no mistaking the peaceful contentment within both lovers.

There was no need for words then and they both knew it as they began to recover. But as Mason wasn't ready for her to leave him yet, he brought the petite brunette woman into his strong arms, Andie nuzzling more into him as he did, no more ready to ready or willing to part completely than he was.

"I don't know what to say," Mason stated another minute later as he looked into Andie's loving and appreciative doe eyes.

"You don't have to say anything, I know what's in your heart," she replied softly before she kissed him tenderly again.

As she almost always had when they had finished making love when they were together, Andie found herself quickly falling asleep in Mason's well muscled arms when their soft kiss ended moments later, Mason soon finding it as relaxing as she did.

But this was just for tonight. It was one last time. It had to be.

That was what they wanted to believe, but there was no mistaking that right now they were sleeping against the one they should have been with all along. The person who was truly their other half. The one they knew they could never truly live without and would forever be in love with.



Reunited



It was a dark early spring night, rain could be heard splattering the leaves of the magnolia trees outside. Ana had ran away to this southern resort in the hopes to get away and reclaim some inspiration for her next project for the gallery. While there she thought she had spotted a familiar face, but dismissed it as just her tired mind playing tricks with her. On this night she laid on the hammock in the enclosed back porch of the vacation bungalow, quietly reading a book when she heard a knock at the door. She went to answer to discover him dripping wet at the doorstep. How did he know that she was staying in that exact bungalow, she wondered. Surely he did not follow her around the entire vacation resort. Of all the questions crossing my mind, only one was able to escape her lips. "Marco, what are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you," he said gravely. 

"You are positively drenched. You are going to catch your death of cold like that," Ana exclaimed aghast. "At the very least let me put those wet things in the dryer and get you a blanket or something."

He agreed, though he looked slightly unwillingly. She turned to the bedroom, took a thick wool blanket from the linen closet, and returned to find Marco still at the foyer stripped down to his boxers.

Ana dimpled at the sight and exclaimed, "my goodness! I haven't seen you so bare in years." She tossed the blanket at him playfully and leaned against the foyer desk. As she watched him wrap his cold shoulders within the woolen layers a pensive expression ran over her face. "I'm not sure where I should start. How did you know I was here? Or what is so important that you needed to see me?"

Marco did not know what to say; there she was, the love of his life that he let slip away and his mind was drawing a complete blank. Little did he think when he came to this resort for the management seminar that he would run across her. He was walking across the lobby on his way to the Conference Room when he spotted her through the windows, lounging in the Georgia sun by the pool in a cute lavender number that accentuate her perfectly. It was two years since that day she ran away from him without a word. It two weeks to get any information from her twin sister, Eva, on why she left; and all she would tell him in a drunken stupor was that Ana had left to go up north because she thought she was pregnant and he wasn't mature enough to be a father. Now here she was, standing in front of him in a beautiful blue satin gown and looking utterly breathtaking. Why did he have to be standing there in nothing but his boxers, he thought; but he had a more pressing question to ask. "Why did you leave me two years ago?"

Ana was taken aback, she should have seen that question coming sooner or later. What to say? Definitely nothing about Isabella, he shouldn't know anything about that she thought. "I saw our lives were taking different directions. You were unsure of what you wanted and I just wanted something more, so I just left." At least she told half the truth, she thought to herself.

"You just left," Marco repeated after her. "More like ran. If that were all you would have at least said something. You are not the kind of person to just up and leave without a good-bye or anything. You are too conscientious and proper to just leave like you did," he stepped closer to Ana and in a voice so deep it was almost a growled he said, "There was something more, isn't there?"

Ana avoided his direct stare; yes there was something more, but there was no way she was going to tie him down to something he didn't want or need. "I don't know what you are talking about," she told him. "I could be prone to momentary lapse of judgments. Surely Eva is not the only one with the flighty streak in the family."

"Damn it Ana don't play the avoiding game with me," he exploded. "I know you were pregnant when you left. You were sick for days before you just disappeared on me and I had to get Eva drunk before she would even spill the beans on that. And even then she still wouldn't tell me where you went!"

Ana didn't know if she should wring her sister's neck or thank the fact she had enough gumption not to tell all even drunk. So this was all he wanted; he was not searching her out because of her, he wanted to know about his child. She was to close to him to lie to him, darn her body for reacting this way to him. She was already feeling her nipples tensing at his nearness. She moved away towards the living room sofa. "Yes I was," she admitted, "but for your information she isn't yours."

Marco followed her, spinned her around and captured her chin, turning her gaze towards his. "Tell me that to my face. Tell me that my love for you meant nothing."

Damn those hazel eyes that burned to her soul, she could never directly lie to him. The tears began to well in her eyes. "Her name is Isabella, and you can't have her. And don't give me that crap anymore that you came here to see me. You didn't come here for me, you only care about one night of sex two years ago." She turned away from him, tears streaming down her face and pain spreading within her. "You still liked to your motorcycles and play around too much to settle down with a family. So I decided to take matters to my own hands as my mother had done years ago to keep us away from father's circle of influence." 

"I am nothing like your father, you knew that since the night I stood up to him for you when he wanted to send you to Europe to seal a trade deal through marriage. There was no way I was going to loose you then, there is no way I'm going to loose you now Ana." A cold wind blew in through the balcony doors, he could see her shiver. Or could it be something else that is making her tremble. He went to her again and wrapped his arms around her. "You don't have to be strong for me," he whispered in her ear, "I'll do whatever it takes for you."

She turned to him, "even if it breaks my heart? Even if it makes me cry?"

"If that is what it takes mi amor." Marco lowered his lips to hers, and claimed what had been taken from him years before. Ana tensed, fighting back the urge to let go and be with him once more. She could hear her mothers words in her mind that men were not to be trusted with her heart. But surely he had proved himself before to her; he even looked respectable now, he must have grown up...changed and matured. Surely destiny meant for something to have brought them together again.

She whimpered in surrender as she kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck. It felt good to surrender, it felt so good to let go. She sighed as they parted from their kiss.

Marco kissed her nose, her forehead, her cheek; all the while slowly unzipping her gown and letting it fall to the floor. He continued to trail kisses down her neck. He cupped one breast in his hand, pregnancy had made them slightly bigger than he remembered. He knew he will enjoy discovering all her changes, reawaking her senses, exploring every inch of her delectable body. He picked Ana up and took her the short distance to the bed. He lowered his boxers and climbed up the four poster Mediterranean. 

Ana closed her eyes knowing what was to come. She felt him spread her legs apart and raise a hand to her most private parts. Marco began stroking her thighs and outer labia, slowly stoking her inner fires. He knew she still responded to his touch as her breathing began to quicken. He slipped a finger inside her; she was so wet and tight, but at the same time seemed so tense. Marco reached up and sucked and tugged at one of her taught nipples. Ana arched her back and began to grind against his hand. He moved away from her breast and worked up her neck to a reddening ear, her pulse must have quickened greatly. "Let go Ana," he whispered. "Learn to trust me, let me take care of you. I promise not to hurt you. Just let me love and let your guard down."

She turned her head and kissed him deeply. Ana reached down and grabbed his erect manhood. He yearned to be inside her, but Marco was not going to push her to it. She took his hand away from her pussy and guided him down; but he pulled away instead. He looked in her eyes filled with passion, confusion, and longing.

"Are you sure that's where you want me," he asked her. "I don't want you to do something if you don't want to. Don't do this just because you think that's what I want..."

Ana raised a finger to his lips to quiet him, "it's what I want. You're right; I've played the strong one too long, I don't want to anymore. But I do want you." She reached up and pulled him down to her while arching her hips to meet his. He let his manhood slide inside her and let himself be enveloped in her tightness. He began with soft, unhurried strokes. Letting her build her own climax and trying to keep control over his own urges. He let his hands rove up and down her sides where he knew she was sensitive to the touch. Soon she was crying out her first orgasm and felt her juices run.

Marco locked an arm around her waist and flipped them over so that she was resting on top of him, her long brown curls cascaded over his face. He could smell the herbal scent of her shampoo. Memories of their passion together before flooded his mind; he wanted to loose himself in her once more, but he was going to wait a little longer and make sure Ana was taken cared of first. He pulled her legs up so that she straddled him. Ana was breathing hard, but he could tell she wasn't tired out yet as she began to rock up and down against him. He watched her breasts slightly bounced as she began to pump him faster, harder. Her juices began to flow down his hard cock as she came in another pounding orgasm and collapsed on top of him. 

But she was still holding back. Marco didn't know how, but he could just feel that Ana was holding something back. "You're holding back Ana," he whispered in her ear. "Let it go, mi amor. Give yourself to me." He flipped her back on her back while still holding himself inside her. "Let me in Ana," he pleaded as he withdrew from her tight pussy lips and instead descended down with his own mouth. He tasted her cum and smelled her musk. He stroke her clit and stuck his tongue in her.

Marco had never taken her like that before. He was invading her inner reaches both physically and beyond. Ana didn't know what was happening to her, she could feel herself loosing control...and it was scary. Waves of pleasure and feelings she had never known inundated her. She tossed her head to try and clear her mind, but to no avail. She bucked and kicked trying to free herself from his determined grip. Finally she climaxed, her head pounding with the intense sense of it all. She had let go, and to a man no less.

Marco gently dropped her hips back on the bed, and reached up to nuzzle her neck. She gave herself to him, or at least he hoped she had. He listened to the soft thunder outside as the storm continued to blow, and watched her chest rise and fall in breathing while she slept.

Moments later, when he thought she was deeply asleep he spread her butt cheeks apart and slipped one of her legs over his. Still erect from their action earlier, and throbbing with unfulfilled tension, he slid slowly into her still wet pussy lips. He played with her clit with one hand while teasing a nipple with the other. Unknown to her in her sleep she began to rock against him. Goodness, even in her sleep they still moved together as one. They were meant to be; he was determined to let her know and make her stop fighting it. It felt good to be with her again; her tightness holding on to him, her warm skin against his. Marco started getting close and began to quicken the pace, taking care not to wake her. She gasped as he soon spent himself inside her.

Marco pulled a stray her from Ana's face and nuzzled against her while he drifted off to sleep, he left himself buried inside her. She was with him now...at least for now. 



Reunited



It had been several months since we had seen each other. I had moved to Vegas to join the academy, and she was finally coming to visit me. All of the heated phone conversations, kinky little e-mails, and sexually explicit text messages had built up a raging fire inside of me. Months of anticipation were coming to a close and I wanted the evening to be perfect!!!!

 I told her an innocent little lie that I had to work late, but she could take a cab to my apartment. I told her that the key would be waiting for her at the security gate. What she didn't know, was that I was inside of the apartment already waiting for her arrival. I had rose petals sprinkled on the floor leading up to the bedroom. There were candles lit all over the apartment that gave it that warm, sexual glow that causes instant arousal. At the base of the stairs was a note which read "Come upstairs baby, I have a surprise for you!" 

 I could hear her making her way up the stairs. Each step made my heart pump just a little bit faster. I could hear her giggle as she approached, so I knew that she must be having the same wants and desires as me! As she opened the bedroom door, I stood there in my police uniform with a rose in my hand. She had never seen me in my uniform, nor had she seen my newly defined body. She ran towards me and puckered her lips to receive a kiss. I put my finger on her lips and whispered "No kiss yet, I think you have been a bad girl, you need to be frisked!" With this, I spun her around and told her to put her hands on the wall. As she stood up against the wall, I ran my fingers through her hair and slowly kissed the back of her neck. I reached my hands around her body, and began to slowly massage her breast while asking her if she was concealing anything. She gave a little moan and said "no" in a sexy voice. Next, I ran my hands down her sides and massaged her ass followed up by running my hands between her legs while still "searching" for contraband. I told her that I was not satisfied with the results, so a strip search was in order!!!

 I sat on the bed and ORDERED her to strip for me. I could see the excitement in her eyes as she slowly stripped in the most sexual, erotic fashion imaginable. Once she was all the way nude, I told her to spin around so that I could inspect her body entirely. She obliged and turned around slowly!!! I could feel myself getting hard, but I didn't want her to notice. I wasn't finished torturing her yet! After completing her spin, she began to walk towards me and ask if she had passed inspection. As she leaned down for a kiss, I once again put my finger to her lips, and told her "No kiss yet, I think you have been a dirty girl, I must bathe you!" I could see that my little "role playing" was killing her, but the excitement caused her to be willing to play along! 

 I grabbed her by the hand, and lead her towards the bathroom. Since she hadn't seen the apartment before, she didn't know that I had a hot tub big enough for two. As I opened the bathroom door, I could see the twinkle in her eyes as she noticed the steam rising from the hot tub, the candles illuminating the room, and the bottle of champagne with two matching goblets. I held her hand as she stepped into the steamy, bubbling hot tub. Once she was in and seated, I slowly took off my uniform and climbed in with her. Once I was in the hot tub, I worked my way close to her and gave her a slow, passionate kiss. I could feel my body tingling as our tongues were finally reunited! After the first kiss, we sat there and just gazed into each other's eyes. I couldn't help but to notice the little beads of sweat that were beginning to form on her forehead. I leaned over to the side of the tub and grabbed the bottle of champagne that had been sitting in ice until just before she had arrived. I cracked open the bottle and poured us each a glass. Before I sat the bottle back down, I poured a little bit of it down her forehead so that it would run over her lips and between her breasts. I loved seeing the look of surprise and delight on her face. I couldn't help but to bite my bottom lip because I could see the little devils bouncing around in her eyes. We both took a sip of our champagne while gazing endlessly into each other's eyes. The moment was so intense, that we both set our goblets down at the same time and embraced in a long, slow, wet kiss! I could taste the champagne on her lips!!! It drove me wild!!!! The passion was beginning to reach it's boiling point because the kisses turned to sweet caresses! I asked her if she would like to join me in the bedroom, and before I could barely finish the sentence, she practically screamed "YES."

 We both got out of the hot tub, and dried off with a towel. Once she got to the door, I told her to hold on a second so that I could blow out the candles and drain the tub. She paused in the doorway long enough for me to blow out the candles, drain the tub, and grab something "special!" Once I joined her at the door, I grabbed her right hand and let her "lead" me to the bed. Just as she was going to get onto the bed, I slapped a handcuff around her wrist and whispered in her ear "You are under arrest for being so damn sexy!" I laid her on the bed and cuffed both arms behind one of the bars on the head board. I could see the excitement and nervousness in her eyes. I leaned on top of her and told her that she was all mine now!!!! I slowly began to kiss her forehead and worked my way down to her neck. Once I got to her neck, I began to slowly kiss, lick, and nibble from one side to another. Just as she would begin to pant, I would stop! Before she could catch her breath, I would start up again! I worked my way back up to her lips and told her to hold on a sec. I reached into a bucket that I had hidden on the side of the bed and pulled out an ice cube. I put the ice cube on her forehead and began to run it across her face and over her lips. She was beginning to quiver from both the chill of the ice and the intensity of the moment. I ran the ice down both sides of her neck and between her breasts all the way to her belly button. Now, I started to kiss my way up to her breasts as I slowly licked and nibbled on each nipple. After I worked the nipples over with my tongue, I let the ice due the work for me!!! The moment was SO HOT because she couldn't get away, even though I do not think that she wanted to. 

 Now, I sat at the edge of the bed and ran the ice up and down each leg and enjoyed watching her quiver and squirm. Once I got the ice up to her thighs, I slowly began to nibble and lick her clit. Just as she was beginning to moan, I let the ice take over again! I rubbed the ice around her clit until she was practically screaming in pleasure. I figured that she must have been cold down there, so I let my hot tongue warm things up for her. Once I knew that she could take it no more, I worked my way up to her lips and gave her a sweet kiss. I turned her head to the side and whispered in her ear "Do you want to be reunited with my night stick"? Before she could finish saying yes, I slowing began to insert myself into her. I started off really slow so that she could feel every inch of me penetrating her. After a few minutes of slow motion, I sped things up just a bit so that a little bit of sweat started to build up on our bodies. Once we were both nice and slippery, I began to go harder and faster. Her moans of pleasure only ignited me, so that made me want to keep giving it to her! Within a moment, the room was filled with the sounds of moans, groans, and bodies slapping together. Just as she was about to explode, I stopped, pulled up on me knees, and began to rub her clit with my thumb while riding her slowly. I looked her in the eyes and said "I want to feel you cum all over me!" With that being said, she started to shake with the beginning of an intense orgasm. I lowered back onto her and began to pump away hard and fast until we both EXPLODED!!!!! With my arms shaking and her legs quivering, I pulled myself out of her and laid by her side. I removed her handcuffs so that we could cuddle and feel each other's rapid heart beats. We said "I love you" to each other and laid there in silence. We were both thinking about how we had just been reunited!!!!



Reunited



This story contains realistic incest, not the fantasy incest of most stories. There's bondage, smoking fetish, and torments. If you don't like stories where the women are dominant and the men submissive, go find another story.

Fred found Pebbles' ad on Craigslist. She looked like a nice enough escort, and had several good reviews on The Erotic Review website. His concern was that he wasn't interested in fucking or a blow job. What he wanted was a woman to dominate him, like Marie did. He wanted a woman that would enjoy watching him suffer, like Marie did.

"Hello Pebbles."

"Hello Fred." Interesting. Pebbles let Fred know she had his name on caller id.

"Um, I saw your ad on Craigslist and I'd like to have a two hour session with you."

"Have we ever had a session together?"

"Um, no."

"Well, how do you know you want to be with me for two hours, Fred?"

Fred didn't know. He knew he didn't like to be rushed, and he hoped that Pebbles would enjoy domination. The first session with an escort was always a crap shoot.

"I liked the reviews you received on The Erotic Review."

"Ok. I like a man that does his research. What are you interested in doing?"

Fred was confused. Pebble's ad specifically said, no discussion. He knew that protected her somewhat from arrest.

"Um, I see that you smoke. I like to watch a woman smoke, and I want you to dominate me."

"Mmm, that sounds like it could be fun. Is there anything you specifically want me to wear?"

"No, naked will be good. I have all my own toys. I'd prefer discussing what I want after I meet you."

"I understand. Since you're a new client, we'll have a fifteen minute discussion before we start the session."

"Wow, that sounds great. When can I see you?"

"I have a two hour block Tuesday at 8pm."

"Sounds great. See you then."

"Call me when you get to Glen Burnie. I'll give you my address at that time, Fred."

"Ok."

"Bye."

Later that afternoon, Pebbles, whose real name is Melissa, and her girlfriend, Michelle, were sitting at the dining room table.

"How was your day, Melissa?"

"Pretty good. Three clients called today. One of them, a new client, wants a two-hour session with me. He wants me to dominate him."

"Ooh, does he know that you're an experienced dominatrix?"

Melissa snickered. "No, I guess I forgot to mention that."

Michelle giggled. "Boy, won't he be surprised."

"Yes, he's in for a huge surprise. Oh, his name is Fred. Fred Johnson."

Michelle's face reddened. "You don't suppose..."

"His phone number is 410 555-8674.

"Oh my God!" Michelle squealed. "My dad is coming here to see you!"

Melissa smiled. "Yes, Tuesday night."

"I'm so glad you told me. I'm going clubbing Tuesday night. I'm not going to be here when he sees you."

"No." Melissa's voice had a serious tone. "You will be here. You are going to help me dominate him."

"What?" Michelle looked shocked. "You can't possibly expect me to perform sexually for my dad?"

"Yes, I can." Melissa held Michelle's hands on the table. Her words were measured. "I've been listening to you talk about him and what he did to you for almost two years. You have three days to prepare yourself, but you will do what I command you to do for your dad. That's an order."

Michelle felt her resistance melt away with those words. "Yes Mistress." 

Melissa picked up her dishes and put them in the sink.

Michelle sat at the table, shocked, wondering what Melissa planned for her to do. It wasn't until Melissa came back and gave her shoulder a smack with the back of her hand that Michelle got up, cleared the table and did the dishes.

Tuesday evening, Fred arrived in Glen Burnie fifteen minutes before the scheduled appointment. He pulled out his cell phone and called Pebbles.

"Hi Pebbles."

"Hi Fred. Are you in Glen Burnie?"

"Yes."

Pebbles smiled. "Ok, I'm at 1216 Valley Leaf Court. Park in front of the house, not the driveway. See you in a few minutes."

Fred was surprised. He'd met all the other escorts at hotel rooms. He looked on the map, and saw that Valley Leaf Court was about two miles away. He drove down the highway, and turned into an ordinary subdivision. The houses were 30 to 40 years old, mostly simple four-squares.

The houses on Valley Leaf Court were newer and larger. 1216 was at the end of a cul-de-sac. He parked in front of the house, got his bag of toys, and rang the doorbell.

Pebbles opened the door. She looked a lot nicer than her picture. A few inches shorter than Fred, wearing a top and jeans, she let him in. Fred put the envelope with the $450 on the table by the door, and Pebbles smiled. She picked up the envelope and showed him to a bedroom, where she had him sit in a chair while she sat on the bed. Fred felt comfortable and intimidated at the same time. Comfortable, because the bedroom was a lot more homey than a hotel room. Intimidated, because Pebbles was looking down at him in the chair, waiting.

Pebbles broke the silence. "Well?"

Fred felt confused. "Well, what?"

"Are you going to tell me what you want?"

"Oh." Fred cleared his throat. "I'd like to watch you smoke naked. After that, I'd like you to lie in bed with me and cuddle with me."

Pebbles looked down at Fred disdainfully. "Why the shyness? What happened to me dominating you?"

Fred looked at the floor. "I wasn't sure that you wanted to dominate me."

Pebbles smiled. "Oh yes Fred, I want to dominate you. I've been thinking about this session since the day you called. Do you trust me?"

Fred looked up at Pebbles. "Yes."

"Good. I have a surprise planned for you. First, I want you to get undressed."

Fred stood up and undressed.

Pebbles pulled out a leather blindfold, and put it on Fred. She handed him his toy bag, and commanded, "Follow me."

With one hand on Pebbles shoulder, and the other carrying his toy bag, Fred followed Pebbles down two flights of stairs. He felt a chill as he passed through a room, and then an almost uncomfortable warmth. He felt her stop and wondered where he was.

"Put your bag down" Pebbles commanded.

Fred bent his knees and put the toy bag on the floor. He felt Pebbles push him into a chair, and tie his wrists tightly to the armrests. He felt her tie his ankles to the legs of the chair, and he wondered what she had in store for him.

When Pebbles took off Fred's blindfold, he was surprised all right. It looked like an audio-visual room. There were four monitors on one wall, and several VCR machines on a couple of shelves. The monitors were off, but two of the machines were running. 

Pebbles was still wearing her top and jeans. Shrugging her shoulders, she smiled and said, "I guess I can do one thing you asked for." She peeled off her top and jeans, and lit a cigarette. Standing in front of Fred with her legs spread slightly, she took a puff of her cigarette, bent over, and blew the smoke in Fred's face.

"Happy?"

Fred was impressed with her perky breasts and her shaved pussy. He had a strong feeling that she wasn't going to let him touch any of her assets this evening.

"Yes, very."

"So tell me, why do you like to watch a naked woman smoke?"

Fred squirmed in the chair. "My wife Marie would tie me up and put clothespins on my nipples or cock and balls. She would sit on the bed, watching me suffer, and pass the time by smoking. Over the years, I've learned to associate a naked smoking woman with the dominant bitch role that my wife played so well for me."

"What happened to your wife? Did you divorce?"

"No. She died five years ago."

"Ouch. I'm sorry for your loss. Did you have any children?"

"We had a daughter. She was 15 when Marie died, and she took it pretty hard. She ran away from home three years ago, when she was 17. She stayed at a friend's house for a while, but she quit school and moved somewhere else. I haven't seen her or heard from her since."

Pebbles took a puff of her cigarette. "Wow. Why do you think your daughter ran away?"

Fred squirmed in the chair. "She was mad at the world after her mother died. She got mad at me after she caught me coming home one night from a strip club. I tried to explain myself, but she was gone a couple of days later."

"I see. It sounds like you broke your daughter's heart by going to a strip club. That wasn't a smart thing to do."

Fred looked at the floor. "I know."

Pebbles finished her cigarette. She turned on a couple of the monitors. One showed the bedroom that Pebbles brought Fred to. He could see his clothes on the chair by the bed. The other monitor showed a different bedroom. The monitors cycled through four different views of the bedrooms. An overhead view, a view from the headboard, a view from the wall opposite the bed, and a side view from across the bedroom.

Both of the bedrooms were empty now.

A few minutes passed before Fred saw a woman enter the other bedroom. He watched her sit down and brush her shoulder length hair for a few minutes.

Pebbles smiled. "Do you like her?"

Fred smiled. "It's hard to see her clearly in the monitor, but yes, she's pretty."

Pebbles grinned. "Good. In a few minutes, one of her clients will be here to see her. You get to watch them fuck, while I play with your cock. Does that sound like fun?"

Fred grinned. "Yes."

Fred watched the woman brush her hair for a few more minutes, and then she left the room. About ten minutes later, she came back with a man. She undressed him, and he undressed her.

Pebbles coyly asked, "How does she look naked?"

Fred smiled. "She has a nice pair of breasts. Very pert for their size."

Pebbles smiled. "Yes, they're torpedo Double D cups. She had them enhanced for me and for her customers." She squeezed her breasts. "Makes these C cups feel small."

"Oh. Are you lovers?"

"Yes. She's my lover and somewhat willing servant."

As the woman and her client got into the bed, Pebbles sat down on the floor in front of the chair, and lightly stroked Fred's cock with her fingernail. His cock sprang to attention, and an occasional light stroke was all Pebbles needed to keep Fred hard. 

The woman got on the bed on her hands and knees. The man got on the bed behind her, and pounded away. Usually, Fred didn't like to watch fuck porn, but he couldn't take his eyes off the monitor. This was different. They weren't performing for a camera; they were having fun with each other. He felt like a voyeur, since they were upstairs in the same house. Pebbles' teasing of his cock heightened the experience for him.

After about twenty minutes, the man lay down on the bed. The woman lay down beside him, and they kissed and cuddled for the remainder of the time. Fred enjoyed watching the kissing more than the fucking, and Pebbles didn't touch Fred's cock for minutes at a time.

After the hour was up, the man got out of the bed, and got dressed. The woman waited until he was dressed to get out of the bed. The man hugged her, fondled her breasts one last time, and watched her get dressed. They both left the bedroom.

Fred heard Pebbles ask, "Did you like the show?"

Fred nodded, and realized Pebbles couldn't see his face. "Yes, I liked it very much."

"Good." Pebbles stood up and put on her top and jeans. "I have a client coming in about fifteen minutes. She'll be down here to talk to you while I'm busy. You can watch my client and I fuck while she teases you, if you want."

Fred felt confused. "Isn't my time going to be up before you come back?"

Pebbles laughed. "That's part of the surprise, Fred. I have no plans to untie you anytime soon. You're spending the rest of the night tied to the chair. I think you'll get your two hours worth of teasing, at least, while I fuck other clients. Sounds like a win-win to me."

After a few minutes, Fred saw Pebbles on the monitor. He watched her put his clothes away in a dresser, and then leave. He was waiting for her to return with her client, when the other woman entered the room and stood in front of him.

Fred looked from the monitor to the other woman. She was naked, with her hands on her hips, looking stern. He could smell her scent from the sex she had. He thought about how passionate she was fucking and kissing her client, which aroused him. The lights in the room were behind him, and he could see her features very clearly. It took a moment for the thought to register in his mind. He was pretty sure that he was leering at his daughter.

"Hello daddy." She spit the words out like the bad taste they must have had.

"Um, hi Michelle. I didn't expect to see you here." The understatement of the decade.

"I'm sure you didn't." Michelle got a cigarette, and lit it. She looked over at her father, bound to the chair. "I see you still enjoy sex with women my age."

Fred's face reddened. All the things Michelle said to him that night about embarrassing her and making her feel like she had to compete with strippers came flooding back into his mind. His cock wasn't stiff anymore, even though his daughter was standing there, naked, smoking. She looked a lot like Marie when they were first married, except her breasts were a lot larger.

Fred watched his daughter stand in front of him and smoke. He wondered what she would do to him. He felt helpless, tied to the chair, and was concerned that Michelle might hurt him.

Michelle felt queasy. The only reason she hadn't bolted from the room was that Melissa had ordered her to smoke naked for her father. She knew that he enjoyed watching pretty young naked women smoke, but she could see that his cock was flaccid. Good. If she was feeling miserable, he should feel miserable too. She smoked and posed for her father until it was time for her to see a client.

Pebbles came into the room a few minutes later. "So, did you and Michelle have a nice chat?"

Fred glared at Pebbles. "Why didn't you tell me my daughter was your lover?"

Pebbles laughed as she lit a cigarette. "What, and ruin the surprise. Now why would I do that?" She crouched down in front of Fred and tickled his cock until it stiffened. "Don't you want to watch your daughter fuck again?" She teasingly asked.

Fred didn't want to, but he couldn't help himself. He watched the monitor while Pebbles tickled his cock. This time, he noticed just how much Michelle acted like a young Marie in bed. He tried to think about Marie and all of the fun they had together, but the image of Michelle fucking and kissing was too much for Fred. He felt embarrassed that Pebbles kept him hard while he watched his daughter sexually service a client.

Pebbles got up, and lit another cigarette. "I have to meet a client in a few minutes." She stood in front of Fred, smoking. He remained hard, watching her. After she finished her cigarette, she left.

Fred could hear Michelle screaming through the wall.

"What! You have to be kidding. No way."

After a moment of silence, Fred barely heard Michelle say, "Yes Mistress."

Fred wondered what that was all about, when Michelle came into the room. She was naked. She lit a cigarette and took a quick puff before she stood in front of him.

Fred felt himself harden. He reminded himself that he was leering at his daughter, but his stiff cock didn't care any more. She reminded him too much of Marie, of all of the good times they had together.

Michelle took a puff of her cigarette. The sight of her father's stiff cock made her nauseous. "Do you remember the diary you gave me?"

Fred felt stunned. "Diary? What diary? Oh, you mean your mother's diary?"

"Yes. Do you know what she wrote?"

Fred thought for a moment. "I suppose she wrote about what happened to her. I never read it. I gave it to you so you would have her memories."

Michelle smiled. "That explains it."

Fred was happy to see Michelle smile. "Explains what?"

"Mom wrote about what happened to her, alright. She wrote about how you forced her to tie you up and torture you."

Fred looked puzzled. "Forced? I never forced her to do anything."

Michelle took a puff of her cigarette. "I'm not talking about physical force. According to mom, you would ask her and ask her until she finally gave in. As mad as she should have been about you pressuring her, she never enjoyed torturing you. That's why she smoked. It made her feel better about what you made her do to you."

Fred felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. "I had no idea. Why didn't she say anything to me?"

"For being so old, you're not very mature, are you?"

Fred looked up at Michelle. "What do you mean?"

Michelle blew cigarette smoke in Fred's face. "Mom tortured you because she knew it made you happy. She didn't enjoy the torture; she enjoyed pleasing you. She loved you."

Fred looked at the floor. "Oh."

Michelle looked through Fred's toy bag. He felt her pick up his head. She blew more smoke in his face. "On the other hand, I'm enjoying torturing you."

Michelle clipped a clothespin on each of Fred's nipples. He yelped as the clothespins pressed against his nipples. "There. I know you get enjoyment from the pain."

Fred couldn't help himself. The combination of the pain in his nipples and seeing his naked daughter smoke was too much for his will power. His cock stiffened as he watched her stand before him, smoking.

Michelle smiled. At least I'm making him suffer for his pleasure, she thought. She tried to relax and enjoy her cigarette.

After Michelle left to meet a client, Pebbles came back into the room. She lit a cigarette, took the clothespins off his nipples, and crouched in front of Fred to tease his cock.

Fred yelped as the blood rushed into his nipples. After the pain subsided, he watched the monitor. He accepted that Michelle was an experienced escort, and allowed himself to enjoy watching her sexually satisfy another man. Her third of the night. He wondered if she enjoyed all the fucking, or just did it for the money. It looked like she enjoyed it.

Fred felt sorry when the hour was up. He felt strangely proud of Michelle, and what she was doing to support herself. He wondered what she was going to do to him this time.

Fred smiled when Michelle came into the room. This time, Pebbles didn't leave.

Michelle lit a cigarette and looked down at her father. She could see his cock throbbing.

Fred wondered what Pebbles and Michelle were going to do now. 

Michelle moved in front of him. "You've been ogling me all night." Disgustedly, she took a puff of her cigarette and continued. "I'll give you one chance to redeem yourself. If you can watch me caress myself for five minutes without cumming, I'll consider you my father again."

Fred watched his daughter finish her cigarette. She stood in front of him, throwing her head back, fondling her breasts, moaning with pleasure. He didn't notice Pebbles kneel in front of him and lick his cock. Not teasing licks, either. No, Pebbles was doing her best to make him cum.

After a couple of minutes, Fred couldn't take it anymore. He wanted his daughter back, but after being cock teased all night, Pebbles mouth felt so good. He closed his eyes and pictured her as a little girl, when her mother was still alive. He calmed down a bit and felt he could last the five minutes. All of a sudden he heard Michelle scream, "No fair!"

Fred opened his eyes to see his daughter with her hands on her hips. "No closing your eyes. You have to watch me! Just for that, now you have to last ten minutes. If you close your eyes one more time, you'll never see me again. Melissa, let's start over." 

Michelle closed her eyes, rubbing her hands all over her body, making mewing sounds. Pebbles went back to licking and sucking on Fred's cock. Michelle looked so much like Marie, and sounded a lot like her. As much as he wanted his daughter back, the sight of her naked, caressing herself, along with the determined Pebbles, was too much for him. He came after a few minutes.




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Pebbles got up, grabbed a towel, and left the room.

Michelle lit another cigarette. She took a puff, and stared angrily at her father. "You couldn't last ten measly minutes for me. You still care more about your pleasure than me."

Fred started to cry. He wanted to explain, but he knew there was nothing he could say that would make Michelle feel better.

"If you want to see me again" Michelle paused. "Make an appointment with Pebbles. Goodbye." Michelle walked out the room.

A few minutes later, Pebbles returned. She untied Fred and watched him slowly get dressed. She led him out of the audio-visual room, through a dungeon, and out the back door. Now he knew what felt so cold on the way in.

Fred couldn't bring himself to call Pebbles for another session. He felt embarrassed that she knew how weak a man he really was. He never saw his daughter again.



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A red cross marking the completion of another year adorned the calendar. Tomorrow she would return to me. The last year had passed so slowly there were times I thought it would never end but the day was almost here when I could again touch her, caress her, feel her warmth next to me. 

I turned too quickly, the dizziness I thought had left me returned and I had to sit. I eased myself onto a chair and waited until the feeling passed and the kitchen settled down from its swirling motion. 

I began to wonder: was this the final year we would be parted? In spite of the stream of doctors, each one suggesting months, some even weeks that were left to me, I was still here. It was as if my body rebelled at my heart's needs and insisted on forcing me to endure one more year without her.

Tomorrow we would be together, if only for a brief time, but it would sustain me until the time came when we would never be parted again.

I stood, slowly, carefully this time, and looked out the window at the falling dusk. Darkness appeared to come quickly now, quicker than the time of the year would account for. I remembered they said this would happen, a slow but inevitable loss of sight, a by-product of the illness as if it was something to be welcomed. I suppose not to have to look at this aging, disease ravaged body day to day would be an advantage, but what would happen if I were to survive another year, how could I meet her then? Blind, stumbling my way to our place, the place we first met all those many years ago.

I dismissed the thoughts from my head; this was not the time for negativity, only preparation. Just a few more hours left. I looked at my watch, nearly eleven, late for me. I remembered the days when I would be going out at this time, now only a bed beckoned. 

As each year passed I had to set off earlier. I refused to use the walking stick my grandson had bought me, not for any reason of vanity, I was long passed that, but because it would be yet another symbol of my advancing age.

I heard his car pull up outside and sighed deeply. The thought of the usual conversation flashed through my mind: You'd be better of in a nursing home, they would look after you. This house is far too big for you now. All those rational arguments that it was impossible to argue against, but if he knew, he wouldn't say these things. 

Does he not realise she lives in the very fabric of the house? Each surface she touched retains the memory of her. No, I guess not. To the young, a house is bricks and mortar, or worse, an investment. As I glance around, I can see her, dusting in time to some music on the radio or stretched out in her favourite chair, but tomorrow I'll really see her, not in my imagination, but solid, back in the place we first met.

If I had the energy, I could rush upstairs and pretend I was asleep, but there was no time for that. I leaned against the wall and watched as the door opened quietly.

"Sorry granddad, I thought you would be asleep. I was kept late at the office, another meeting."

"That's okay, Steve," I said, "I was about to go."

"I've brought some brochures for you to look at, when your ready," he said almost embarrassingly.

"Put them on the table, I'll look tomorrow."

It was like a game. He knew I would bin them without even glancing at the content. I heard him sigh.

"You're going tomorrow, aren't you?"

I didn't answer as I slowly climbed the stairs.

"Let me come with you?" he asked.

I continued to ascend the stairs; he knew what my answer would be.

* * *

The alarm sounded shrill in my ear, and for a few seconds, I wondered why I had set it, there was little to rise for now: until I realised the date. My mind was dulled from sleep but still I cursed myself for not realising immediately. Not to remember was an affront to her memory. I would ask her to forgive me later, when we would meet again.

The glow of daybreak cast a golden hue over the beach as I walked slowly down the path and onto the foreshore. I turned and saw a curtain twitch and I silently thanked my grandson for not interfering in my yearly ritual; at least that was how he would see it. I knew he thought my annual visit was the foolish action of an old man; but he didn't understand. Perhaps if he is lucky enough to have loved as I have loved he will one day comprehend why I need to have just one hour each year to relive that time when we first met, sustaining me for yet another year.

I focused my eyes on the point where the bay turned east, the place we had met, more to anticipate what lay ahead than to block out the discomfort I felt from my already aching limbs. Each step drained me until I actually wondered if I would make it this year; I knew I had to.

I reached the promontory a few minutes early, and settled down onto the still warm sand, panting from the exertion of the walk. I again looked at my watch, willing the second hand to move faster over the face of the dial; then I saw her. 

I smiled as she walked towards me, her form turning from a whispery translucence into a solidity I would soon feel in my arms. She was always dressed in that same cocktail dress she wore when we met. I never asked where she came from, or why she was there; it seemed unimportant somehow.

She sunk down onto the sand beside me and her touch, gentle on my hand, caused my body to tingle as she returned my ageing body to that time long ago when I was young and virile once more. We undressed each other, the smooth contours of her lithe figure arousing me, readying my body for our lovemaking. 

Our bodies moulded together as we kissed, not with the urgency of that first time, but with a gentleness that came from the passing of time. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and meeting mine, caressed it as we shared each others breath. My hands stroked her firm breasts as we joined, became one on the warm, golden sand.

My eyes closed to allow my body to experience all the pleasure she was giving me, without distraction, until I realised this would be the only time I would see her for yet another year and they snapped open. She sensed my conflict.

"Rest, my darling, let me love you," she whispered as she moved on me.

As I relaxed, my hands explored, each swelling and valley of her; she moved gently and smoothly on me, but soon, too soon, it was over. The realisation that for yet another year, our time together was over, consumed me, and the knowledge that was she was about to leave dulled the pleasure inside.

She rose, her hand reaching down to me.

"It's too soon," I cried as my hand took hers. "Please don't go yet."

She smiled down at me, "Come with me, my love, your times over now, we can be together now, forever."

My confusion lasted only a moment before I stood, and taking her hand, we walked together once more over the soft, golden sand and towards the rising sun.

* * * * *

He is later than usual, Steve thought, as he stared down the beach and towards the rocky promontory. He had always let him have this time to himself but he was getting frail, too fragile to be walking that kind of distance alone. It was time to have the talk he always seemed to avoid. He was too old to be alone even though he visited him as often as his career allowed.

As Steve walked, tracing the footsteps of his grandfather, he knew that this time he would have to be firm; he could no longer leave him to fend for himself. It was then he saw him, lying, unmoving at the base of the rocks. Steve paused for a few seconds before moving slowly towards the prone figure.

He knew he had 'gone' even before he reached him, but his sadness was tinged with the realisation that at least he had had one more year. The tide had begun to lap at his grandfather's feet as Steve bent to lift the delicate body. It was then he noticed the bare footprints leading away from the spot and down the sand. 

How could anyone leave his grandfather like this, he thought angrily, until he realised there was only one set of footprints leading to the spot, yet two leading away. A stray wave, breaking higher than others, swept up the beach and, in an instant, the prints were gone, lost forever. 

His eyes travelled up the beach in the direction the marks had led, and, for only a moment, he could swear he saw a young couple walking hand in hand. He blinked and they were gone.



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This is the first piece I've written in a long time, written for and inspired by an old friend.

He hung up the phone and walked to the door, nervously peering out the window, waiting on her to pull into the driveway. It had been years since he had seen her last so the butterflies in his stomach were no surprise. Now she was turning onto his road, only minutes away from being reunited. 

A minute later he saw the car creeping slowly down the road and realized it was her as she sped up and pulled into the driveway after recognizing the house where they used to spend so much time together. He walked out onto the porch, his gaze falling upon the car she was emerging from and he was amazed. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, her dark brown, almost black hair, was shorter now but still lined her face nicely and that warm smile instantly brought back that warm feeling he used to get every time he saw her.

He made his way down the steps, walking towards the woman that had owned his heart for so many years. They both smiled and began to speak at once with the usual pleasantries as he walked closer until he was close enough to wrap her in his arms, holding her tightly to his body for what seemed like thirty minutes. Finally they broke the hug with him reaching down to take her hand and lead her inside.

Opening the door he guided her to the couch where they both collapsed next to each other and the small talk began. After spending twenty minutes catching up on each others lives he stood up heading into the kitchen.

"Would you like something to drink? Maybe a big glass of iced tea?" he asked.

She laughed, amazed he remembered after all the years and replied, "Of course, don't I always get a glass of tea when I come over?"

"Yeah," he replied, "you always got a glass of tea when you stopped by, among other things."

"Hmmmmm. What in the world could you be talking about?" She asked innocently even though she knew exactly what he was talking about.

The friendly flirting continued back and forth for another hour until he decided to put a movie on. As the movie got under way they both snuggled close to the other, comfortable in the feeling they still got being close to each other even though they hadn't cuddled in over 10 years.

Jokingly she said, "At least your brothers won't come in to pick on us this time." which caused him to chuckle.

As the movie progressed he began to run his fingers through her smooth, silky hair as she lightly played with the back of his neck. He was trying to watch the movie although he couldn't keep his eyes off of her beautiful face. Their eyes met and they were drawn to each other, almost as if a magnet had been placed behind their heads, and were soon involved in a never-ending kiss that left both of them breathless.

He pulled away from her, slowly rising to his feet, and took her hand in his without speaking a word. She rose to her feet, following his lead, and they walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Once in the room they began kissing passionately again, neither of them speaking still. Their hands began to roam over the others body, becoming reacquainted with the flesh they hadn't felt in years. Slowly they began to undress each other, taking the time to kiss each new piece of skin as it was exposed to the cool air.

Now nude, he laid her on the bed, gently sitting at her feet. Taking a foot in his hand he began to place light kisses on her ankle, leisurely working his way up her lightly tanned leg until he reached her inner thigh. She gasped quietly, knowing what was coming. His tongued reached out and flicked at her clit ever so gently and then was gone as he worked his way further up her body, across her abdomen, stopping briefly to tickle her navel. Still working his way up her body he found one nipple, making circles around it with his tongue before moving with kisses to her other nipple where he continued to tease at her flesh with his tongue.

Once both nipples were fully erect, he made his way back down her body to the wonderful treat he had teased only moments before. He began to lick gingerly at her clit, tasting her juices on his tongue, savoring every drop. Quickening his pace he felt her legs begin to tighten against his ears and her fingers on the back of his head, pulling him deeper into her slice of heaven as her orgasm began to build..... To be continued.



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Ray and Elle were childhood sweethearts, remained each other's trueloves throughout teenage and adolescence; and married soon after both graduating from university. Their children are both big now. The firstborn, Janice, a beautiful young lady, graduated the previous year and is pursuing her dream. Mike, who had been hospitalised often as child has fortunately outgrown the ailments and is now a strong and healthy student in residence at a remote university.

Ray developed a wondering eye during early-midlife and cheated on Elle. The first just a fling with a colleague, that subsequently left. However, the second time much more serious. He moved in with Donna. Elle had been heartbroken but still loved Ray—he has been the only man ever in her life.

Elle, a pharmacist, applied for a locum position in another region to escape the heartache and gossip. She started carving a new single life and found that it could be quite enjoyable. Her new friends, mainly single professional women, encouraged her to file for divorce. A mean man-eater female lawyer, highly recommended by friends, had some trouble tracking Ray, but succeeded.

Ray has always been Mr Confidence. He was handsome, had a bright mind, dressed well and looked the part. He was a little taller than she, always well groomed and she took pride in being with him. Problem, she realised with hindsight, is that lots of women admired him and he knew it all to well.

Elle had been the plain-Jane all along. She dressed modestly, did not wear much make-up and always put her husband and children first. Being by herself and influenced by new friends, she now had a chic hairstyle and frequently went for a cut and colour. She had some make-up lessons and wears the latest seasonal fashion colours. Whereas in the past she has been wearing her old clothes forever, she new bought a few fashionable items and mixed and matched—she always looked stylish. She joined a women's only gym and toned her slender body—she lost a lot of weight when Ray left her. She further took to, still comfortable, but elegant shoes that emphasised her nice legs.

Whereas Elle in the past had always been anxiously early for an appointment; she arrived nonchalantly a few minutes late for the meeting with Ray at the lawyer—she walked into reception and is immediately signalled to enter her lawyer's office. When Ray saw her, his mouth literally fell open in amazement. He remained seated and stared as she waltzes past him. The receptionist had to prompt him to follow.

Elle took the far seat in front of her lawyer's desk, sat down and crossed her legs in such a way to take full advantage of showing off her toned, shaven and lightly tanned legs. She had a low-cut dress on and a Wonderbra underneath to show off her cleavage. As Ray walked into the office she looked at him and immediately felt pity—he looked neglected, his clothes oversized, his shoulders hanged and he appeared to be frightened. When the lawyer opened the file matter-of-factly and start explaining the purpose of the meeting, Ray meekly asked if he may please have a discussion in private with Elle. Although the lawyer discouraged the request, Elle agreed and the meeting with the lawyer is adjourned until later.

Ray asked if they may go to the coffee shop in the building and Elle agreed. Ray pulled out Elle's chair and made sure she sits comfortably before taking his seat. He thanked her for agreeing to speak to him, complemented her on her stunning looks and told her what a fool he has been. He asked her forgiveness and proceeded to explain that the relationship with Donna did not work out, did not last long, but that he felt too foolish to return to her. He told her how he missed her and what they have had as a couple. When he received the divorce papers he realised the finality and decided to beg her for another chance. Elle's heart went out to Ray, but she held her cool and only agreed to give his request consideration, nothing more. Elle finished her coffee, gave Ray her contact details and left him in the coffee shop.

She went back to her lawyer, who at first strongly discouraged her to even consider Ray's plea, but then softened and said she must think it through very carefully and do what she believes is the right thing to do.

Elle consulted her friends, they debated the pros and cons, they questioned her if it isn't just pity she is feeling and encouraged her to play hard to get and let Ray sweat. He in the mean time asked for a transfer nearer to her and they started going out. One day they went for a long walk and shared some memories. This day she allowed him to hold her hand and kiss her when they parted. Ray had to eat a lot of humble pie, but gradually win Elle back.

Mike's graduation came up and Elle agreed to accompany Ray. Elle offered to make the flight and hotel bookings, by taking advantage of her medical aid discount and decided on the spur of the moment to reserve a room with a queen-size bed. When they got to the hotel, this had been a pleasant surprise for Ray and his hopes soared.

Mike's graduation was scheduled for the next day, where Janice would join them. They would be together as a family again, the first time in almost two years. Elle busied herself in the bathroom, behind a closed door, while Ray changed into silk sleeping shorts. Ray was lying on the bed reading a magazine when Elle entered the bedroom. She bought a short berry-red transparent night dress and accompanying thong for the occasion. Her legs were silky smooth and her pubic hair trimmed to a short rectangular strip above her vagina—something she never did in the past. She coloured her areola with bright berry-red lip-gloss and her lips the same. Ray bought her his favourite perfume which she applied amply over her breasts. Her breasts jumped as she walked confidently to her side of the bed. Ray dropped the magazine when he saw her, felt a stir in his groin and gazed. Elle got onto the bed on her knees and said to Ray that he may look but not touch. She took a berry-red silk scarf and fastened Ray's hands to the headrest of the bed. By then his penis stood erect in his silk shorts. 

She kissed and sucked his nipples and then kissed a path down towards his groin, leaving a berry-red trail. Next she jerked his shorts down and licked his penis. After Elle teased his penis for a while by licking it up and down, she placed her lips over his penis and sucked. By now Ray was as erect as can be. Elle moved into a squatting position over Ray, pulled her thong to one side and lowered herself onto his erect penis. She slipped down slowly, taking in his full erection, then lift herself so that the head of his penis just touch her, before she move down slowly again. Elle teased Ray like this for a while—they feeling each other's wet-warmth. Elle has done lots of Kegel exercises to fortify muscle tone by strengthening the pubococcygeus muscles of her pelvic floor, during the period they were separated. She took Ray by surprise with how tight she can hold his penis. Then Elle started to ride Ray as hard as she could. They come together, Ray exploding his semen load into her. Elle collapse onto Ray and after she regained her breath she untied his hands. They roll over in an embrace and fall asleep together, reunited.



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Terence looked over to his wife sitting next to him in the car as she shifted and pulled at her skirt to try and stop it from sliding up to far. He put his hand on her thigh to stop her. She looked up and they smiled at each other.

"It's too short," She giggled. "And too tight."

"You have such incredible legs," Terence said. "I want to see as much of them as possible. And I want everyone else to see them too!"

Amy did have incredible, long, and toned legs. She had the body of a professional model and might even be doing that as a job if Terence had not provided for her so well. Instead, she spent her time exercising and taking care of her body. As much as Terence sincerely cared for her, she had no illusions that her fantastic body was the reason he gave her the lifestyle she wanted.

Not that exercise was the source of her good looks, they were just maintenance and a little tweaking. She had been blessed with the genetics most women would kill for. Her hair was tawny blond, thick and full. It went down past her shoulders in easy waves. Her eyes were almond shaped and her skin just a slight golden shade of tan. Of course, most men would zero in on her huge breasts, large, firm, and big enough to see from behind her.

In her three inch high heels, she stood just a little higher than Terence. Tonight she was wearing a pearly white dress, that had a subtle shine to it. It had tasteful black lines around the seams that accentuated her curves without being obvious. And, of course, it was low cut, showing an expanse of cleavage that made it all but impossible to not be rude by staring directly at her chest.

"You know you're not just a trophy wife to me," Terence said. "But... tonight... just this once, I want to be the guy everyone envies."

It was true. Terence thought the world of Amy. She was his fantasy all through his senior year of high school, but while he masturbated to her constantly for so many years, he simultaneously feared that if he ever got to know her that she would be a dull airhead. How could anyone be that beautiful and also fun and easy to get along with? She looked too good to be anything but a selfish bitch, or completely stupid.

It turned out, though, when he met up with her again at twenty three, that she was full of life and laughter and fun to be with. She wasn't stupid by any means. She was smart and did reasonably well at school. But he was vastly more intellectual than her, as he was with almost everyone he knew, and while some people would think that would mean they had nothing to talk about, she had a curious and enthusiastic nature that made it easy for him to talk to her. He would tell her things he knew, and she would listen and ask questions, and he could hardly believe that she was genuinely interested. But she was - she found his enthusiasm for knowledge and the things he told her about entertaining.

Terence knew he had struck gold, that no other woman could possibly come close to having all the qualities she did, so he went out of his way to care for her every need, with no extreme too far. In this way, their relationship had a balance. She knew how much he valued her, and she knew that she was onto a good thing.

"Don't worry sweetheart," Amy said. "You've earned this moment."

Terence was the stereotypical story of the nerdy kid in high school who rose to financial success afterward. His studiousness and mild manner made him the butt of many jokes and the target of a lot of bullying. But in university the situation was almost immediately reversed, as his intellectual gifts were appreciated and respected by people who also aspired to be as smart.

In his third year he made connections with two other like minded entrepreneurs, and the three of them formed a company that made an innovative software for managing warehouses, shipping, and tracking products. By the time Terence was graduating, one of the partners had dropped out, but he and the other partner were already making six figure incomes as their product spread. He was well on his way to becoming a millionaire one year out of university.

It wasn't just financial success that Terence enjoyed. The supportive environment of university helped him get out of his shell, and he started to exercise. He took up martial arts to further build his confidence, along with some weight training. He wasn't great looking, as he was already showing the first signs of balding, and had a large nose that he was self conscious of. But he wasn't bad looking either, and with his new fitness, he was passable.

He remained shy around the women, though. Partly it was just habitual awkwardness, gained after many years of being a social outcast. But also it was because none of the women he met ever measured up to the woman of his teenage daydreams: Amy.

At twenty three, he decided to call the woman of his dreams, almost as a suicide mission. He had convinced himself that she must be a completely horrible person in some way another, maybe completely vain, maybe a spoiled bitch. But no matter how much his head tried to forget about her because she was probably still out of his league no matter how successful he got, his cock became rock hard every time he thought of her.

The only way to get it out of my system, he thought, is to call her up, find out what she's really like, and maybe the reality will finally sink in deep enough to kill the fantasy.

But the plan went differently. She turned out to be very nice. And she happened to be single. It seemed like it was fate. Terence knew he had one chance to make it work, and he put all his resource into seducing Amy. After a year, they were married.

Terence had it all. And he did it by working hard, treating everyone around him fairly, and all the while maintaining a sense of humility and appreciation for his good fortune. He was genuinely a nice guy.

Didn't he deserve just this one time of reaping the rewards of his hard work? Just one night of showing everyone he went to high school with that were mean to him that he had come out on top? Just a little payback for all he endured in high school was surely justified, wasn't it?

Terence especially wanted to show up Todd.

As you would expect, just like Terence fell into the role of the nerdy kid, there was also that all-American athlete and popular kid at the school, and that role was filled by Todd. He was good looking, extraordinarily fit for his age, good at all sports, and charming.

Charming to everyone in his peer group, that is. Like every high school, there was a hierarchy, and Todd and his friends bullied and tormented people like Terence, just for the fun of it. They flushed his head in the toilet, stole his clothes after gym class, and, their favorite activity, regularly locked him in a particular dumpster in the back of the school. Especially on hot days when the cafeteria left overs would be at their most pungent.

All of which Terence could handle. He was smart enough to see that high school was a small pond and he would rise above it all. But as rational as one can be about such matters, some things cut on a deeper level.

Todd was Amy's boyfriend. She was two grades younger than Todd and Terence, but developed early. When she entered the high school in grade ten, she immediately was the target of every boys masturbatory fantasies. Todd snatched her up right away, and they stayed together for all of Terence and Todd's senior year.

Todd knew that Terence lusted after Amy, not only because every boy did, so it wasn't exactly an insight of any kind, but also because Todd seemed to have an uncanny knack for catching the moments when Terence would be staring. That's when Todd and his henchmen would administer wedgies, or hurl some sticky piece of cafeteria food at his face, or knock his books out of his hands and scatter his work everywhere. People would look and laugh, even Amy, and that humiliated Terence. 

He was able to forgive Amy for being just another part of how the social order in high school works. But there was something targeted about Todd's efforts when it came to catching Terence's longing glances at Amy that earned special resentment from Terence. Todd was spoiled with the good fortune of being born good looking, and instead of being grateful, he indulged in sadism.

After high school, Terence wanted nothing to do with any of it, so he lost touch with everyone and everything to do with high school. But he found out later that Todd got an athletic scholarship and had to move out of state, which ended their relationship. Amy started dating others in high school and college, up until Terence called her.

Now Terence wanted nothing more than to see the look on Todd's face when he walked in with Amy. Nothing would need to be said, but the message would be clear: "In the end, Todd, you're the real loser, I'm the real winner, and Amy chose me, not you."

Terence parked the luxury sedan in one of the very few parking spots left in the high school parking lot. They were a little late, but that was deliberate so that Terence could make a big entrance with Amy. It was warm, but she wore a light jacket, again deliberately chosen so that there would be that moment when she took it off, like a gift being opened.

There was a dark and foreboding feel for Terence as they walked up the steps to the front entrance. All the lights were on, but as a public school, it just didn't have good lighting, so it was dark. It was more the emotions inside Terence that made it feel a little scary. Like returning to the scene of a crime. The last time he was here, there was nothing but constant tension and trying desperately to make it through a day without being humiliated.

Amy, by contrast, walked in with an easy air, neither particularly excited nor reminiscent. Everywhere she went she was treated well on account of her looks, so high school was not that different a place for her.

The hallways seemed deserted as they made their way to the gym. Everyone was already gathered there, so when they made the last turn and found the entrance to the gym, there was suddenly a huge blast of noise, color, and people. A long, hand painted, paper sign over the door read "10th Anniversary Reunion, Class of 2000".

There wasn't one moment when everyone turned to look, but as Amy approached, first the people at the folding table handling tickets noticed her and pointed and whispered, then a couple people just inside the doors, and from there it spread. Terence didn't have to hear them to know exactly what they were saying. "Wow, Amy looks even better than she did in high school. So glamorous! Who is that she's with? He must be rich... is that... what's his name? That nerdy kid... Terence? It is! It's Terence! Holy cow, he must be a billionaire to have landed her!"

When the two women working the door recognized Amy, they jumped up and squealed with glee, causing some people to spill out from inside the gym to join in the greetings. There were hugs and warm greetings, and Terence was left to the side. He didn't mind, though. Eventually they acknowledged him, and even though they didn't remember him that well, their expressions made it clear they were impressed, bewildered, and shocked that Amy was here with him. When Amy showed them her wedding ring with its huge diamond, the ripples of gossip went through the crowd at double the pace.

It was all Terence had hoped for. When Amy took off her jacket, there was actually an impromptu moment of silence as people were simply awe struck. One guy said, just barely loud enough for everyone to hear, "Damn..." Terence beamed with pride.

Amy took it all in stride. She knew the attention she was getting, but she got that kind of attention a lot. Maybe not quite so dramatically, but it was hardly new.

Amy stepped into the gym, which was decorated in streamers and bathed in the minimal club lighting of a portable event kit. A DJ played tunes from the late 90s and early 2000s. A crowd of people followed her in, chatting and gossiping together. Terence followed behind, with a couple people attached to him, asking him the expected questions of how did he hook up with her and what was he doing now that he could manage landing everyone's dream girl.

Terence was just in ear shot of Amy, and he heard her casually ask, "Is Todd here?". The question surprised him a bit, because although they had talked about showing her off, he had never specifically mentioned that they should seek Todd out. Terence just assumed that in the small gymnasium that they would naturally encounter him. In fact, Terence avoided mentioning Todd because he felt that if he allowed himself to be too concerned about Todd that would mean he hadn't moved on. Ironically, what he wanted most to show Todd was that high school had become insignificant because of his current situation. It meant wanting to show off that he didn't want to show off, which was tough to do.

However, Terence figured that Amy was trying to save Terence from that catch twenty two by seeking out Todd for him. She would know that of all people, Todd would be the one Terence wanted to show off most to. He had confessed to her in late nights of pillow talk about how much Todd had belittled him, and how a lot of what drove him to success was to rise above those high school torments. That must be the reason she asked for him, Terence thought.

Amy was led with Terence in tow over to a table where three men and two women sat. The women were quite beautiful as well, one Korean woman, Vicky, and the other a brunette, Kate. Both had large breasts and good bodies, and if Amy weren't in the room, they'd be considered the best looking. The men were fit, and good looking too, one with reddish hair, Jeff, the other with short black hair, Taylor.

The third man at the table, Todd, stood up when he saw Amy approach. Once Todd did, so did everyone else at the table. They were the jocks and cheerleaders Amy used to hang out with. The ones that tormented Terence for all those years in school.

Terence was disappointed to see that Todd hadn't been reduced to some caricature of past glory, with a pot belly and a comb over. He was still tall and strong. He had gained some weight, but it made him appear more sturdy instead of less in shape. He still had a full head of sandy brown hair, and judging by his clothes, he wasn't too bad off.

"Holy shit! Amy!" Todd said with a big smile and hugged her. She hugged back, and then there were hugs all around and squeals of delight from her former cheerleader friends.

Then there was a moment of silence as they looked at Terence. You could see on their faces all of them taking the few moments to look back and forth at Amy and Terence to work out that they were married, that he was well to do, and that he was someone from high school though they couldn't quite place him at first.

"Beak-boy?" Todd said, using the nickname they had used whenever they tormented him in high school, which was the only time they ever referred to him at all. Terence bristled visibly.

"Sorry..." Todd laughed a bit too deliberately to deflate the tension. "I mean, Terence? Is that really you?"

"Surprised?" Terence said, enjoying his moment.

"Are you Amy's butler or something?" Todd joked. Everyone laughed. Even Amy shyly laughed a little under her breath. Terence fumed. Trust Todd to ruin even this.

"Hey hey... just kidding around. Like old times." Todd said. Terence was genuinely puzzled. Was it possible that Todd really did just see the past as harmless joking around? Could he be that oblivious to all the pain and frustration he caused Terence?

"Here, sit with us a bit," Todd said, and as he did, He smoothly ushered Amy around the large round table so that she was beside him, with her two girl friends on her other side. "I'm sure these girls have a lot of catching up to do!" Todd said, as if that explained why he was sitting beside Amy on the other side of her friends. Terence wanted to object, and tried to think of some smooth way get Amy to come sit beside him, something along the lines of saying that a wife should be beside her husband. Before he could get the words out, though, the other two men sat on the other side of Todd leaving only one space open at the table. Now it would be too awkward to start insisting everyone start moving around.

Terence sat down, and looked across at Amy. She looked so stunning. He caught Todd glancing down into her cleavage now and again, and in a small way that made him feel a little better, knowing that Todd was lusting after Amy. Terence figured it could only make it more satisfying to know that Todd would spend all night not getting what was right beside him, just like Terence did for a whole year sitting beside Amy in biology class.

The conversation quickly eased into reminiscing about old times, which everyone at the table enjoyed. Except Terence. All their anecdotes were about dances he never went to, games he never participated in, parties he wasn't invited to. They had a high school life that was rich in experience. The more they talked, the more it highlighted in Terence's mind how his high school life was lonely.

Terence had a few friends back then, equally socially out-casted. But theirs was a mere simulation of friendship because they all knew they were together because they couldn't be with the people they wanted to be with, whether it was the dispassionate art crowd, the over enthusiastic drama kids, the "bad" kids who smoked behind the cafeteria, and all the other groups who at least had some kind of social standing within the whole high school social order. Even here at this reunion Terence knew they wouldn't seek each other out because it might be more painful to relive their desperate attempts to create a social life than to simply try and pretend they were somewhere in the background of everyone else's.

While Terence listened to everyone around him enthusiastically talk about their memories, he kept a close eye on Amy, and Todd. She was unusually quiet, and not drinking the glass of red wine poured in front of her. She never even raised her hands from her lap.

Todd was obviously trying to get closer to her, and he was deliberately leaning across Amy, supposedly to hear what the two ex-cheerleaders were saying, but obviously so that he could have every excuse to linger in front of Amy, brush against her chest. Eventually he had settled so that he was almost in a permanent lean, with one hand on the back of Amy's chair though not quite around her - that would be just a little too bold - and one elbow on the table in front of Amy. Bastard was really trying hard, Terence thought.

It was from that position that Todd turned and spoke to Terence. "Wow, remember we used to throw you in that dumpster after school all the time?"

Terence felt an anger rise in him. He had no intention of answering. He hoped that Amy might step in and object, but she shyly looked up and was trying to hold back a smile. Terence wondered if, like Todd, she really didn't understand how horrible those times were for him.

"Seriously, though... What would you do in there all that time until the janitor let you out?" Todd pressed. The rest of the table all looked at Terence expectantly. Terence let out a breath to try and keep cool. This wasn't going at all like he wanted. They were just talking at him instead of to him. Why were they not taking him any more seriously in light of how much he had changed?

There was a long awkward pause. Terence wondered if they were seriously expecting him to tell them what it was like to be trapped in a dumpster. Todd shifted in his seat as if he was agitated a little. Terence wondered if Todd was moving that way because he was aware of the social tension he was creating.

"Maybe he masturbated to thoughts of Amy," Vicky said. Everyone at the table had the same reaction which was to start to laugh and then try to suppress it. Kate nudged Vicky and told her that was rude. Terence turned bright red, and he looked at Amy, who looked downward, amused. Terence wondered if on some level Amy was flattered by that, because he couldn't understand her reaction otherwise.




Reunited



"Hey, Hey," Todd said as if was in charge or something. "Don't get mad, Bea... Terence". There were muffled giggles as Todd almost slipped and said Terence's hated nick name. "I masturbated to this girl before I got with her too..., though, of course, not for as long." Terence was about to finally say something but Todd kept going and blocked Terence from interjecting. "But hey, it's all good... you got her in the end, so you finally got what you wanted."

Terence forced a smile. Finally, he was getting some acknowledgment for his accomplishments, but the way Todd said it made it seem diminutive somehow.

The conversation went back to the lives of everyone else at the table, and Terence was actually a little relieved. But not for too long. Over the course of the next forty minutes, Todd would come back to Terence now and again, and bring up some moment of embarrassment that would make Terence squirm. Sometimes, Todd would suddenly jerk as he turned to face Terence, as if an idea of what to ask Terence about had physically sent a jolt through him. Sometimes Todd would seem a little distracted after he asked Terence a question. It was strange behavior, and Terence assumed it was because Todd was desperate to squeeze in digs at Terence to make up for his jealousy over Amy being with Terence. 

All the while Todd got closer to Amy so that she was pressed between Todd on one side and Vicky on the other. Vicky had her arm around Amy, and if it weren't for the presence of Todd, it would be quite the sexy scene. Vicky and Kate kept exchanging glances and giggling while looking back at Todd and Amy.

Terence's patience grew thinner and thinner, and finally he resolved that he had let Todd get close enough but now it was time to pull the plug.

Just before he spoke up, though, Todd spoke first.

"Hey, remember this song?" He said as he straightened up. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "We danced to this at prom." Then he swiftly stood up, and led Amy to stand up as well. "Let's go have a dance!"

"I'd like that!" Amy said, suddenly returning to her good natured manner. The whole thing happened so swiftly that Terence almost didn't have time to object.

"Hey, I think the husband should get the first dance..." Terence said.

"Oh, honey," Amy said, "You get to dance with me all the time. I'll just have this one with Todd." As she turned to the dance floor, she winked at Terence. It was a wicked wink, so Terence couldn't immediately understand the meaning. Then he realized that Amy must be trying to indicate that she was doing it for Terence, perhaps to tease him that much more.

"Oh, okay..." Terence said. Relieved.

As the song played, Terence tried to keep an eye on Amy and Todd. They were slow dancing, and talking, but it was hard to keep a clear view because people kept getting in the way. Also, it seemed to Terence that for some reason the other four people at the table suddenly wanted to talk to him, as they kept asking him questions, forcing him to turn his head away from watching Amy. They asked him about his work, and how he reunited with Amy, and all sorts of other questions, though they only half listened to the answers.

The song ended, and Terence craned his neck to try and see Amy and Todd. He didn't see them for a few moments and a bit of panic rose in his throat. Then he saw them, and they were dancing, though a little faster. Amy seemed to be shaking her chest for Todd, giving him, and almost everyone else on the dance floor, an ample view of her huge tits.

The others from the table got up to dance, leaving Terence alone. He looked around for someone he might dance with, but didn't see any likely prospects. People he only barely knew in high school that it would just feel awkward to talk to them now.

He tried to keep an eye on Amy and Todd, but it got harder and harder to see through the crowd. And the house lights got dimmer and the modest disco lights moved faster, making it even more difficult to keep track.

The next song was also fast, and Terence had almost completely lost track of Amy and Todd. He sat there for a while because it just wasn't in his nature to jump up and take action. He felt so awkward at the prospect of pushing through the dance floor and then demanding to have his wife back. Besides, shouldn't she want to pull him into the dance floor.

He strained his eyes to look into the dance area, and suddenly his eyes widened. Even though it was a fast song and there was lots of motion, it looked like Amy and Todd were slow dancing. And then for a brief flash of light, it looked like they were kissing.

Terence bolted up, and he would have marched immediately to the floor, except that he lost sight of them again. He squinted to see, and then he saw another couple that might have been the ones kissing. Was his paranoia getting the best of him?

Still, he had had enough. He pushed through the dance floor, although not quite forcing people out of the way as much as he wanted. He got bumped and jostled.

When he reached the center of the dance floor, Amy and Todd were nowhere to be found. He found an empty space where it seemed like they should have been. He spun around looking in all directions but couldn't see them anywhere.

He turned to a dancing couple beside him. They were a black couple, and he thought he recognized the wife as a member of his class, but the man was probably her husband who wasn't a former student.

"Excuse me, do you know Amy?" Terence shouted to be heard above the music.

"Amy? Of course. Why?" The woman answered.

"She's my wife... I'm looking for her."

"She's your... Oh..." The woman answered. She smirked as if she realized something funny and glanced at her husband who wasn't sure what was going on. "No, I don't know where she went." The woman replied.

"Thanks anyway," Terence said absentmindedly as he immediately turned to another couple. As he did, the black woman whispered something to her husband, and he looked like he got the joke. As Terence asked a few more couples, word started to spread around the dance floor.

Terence distinctly felt like people were starting to look at him with sinister laughter in their eyes. It was the same look as back in high school when he would be bullied by Todd and his friends, and everyone watching would be laughing at Terence, but not out-loud because no one wanted to get involved. There was a sort of pity mixed with indifference mixed with amusement.

Terence turned red as he felt a shame and embarrassment he hadn't felt in years. He started to push frantically through the crowd. He knew he had no reason to feel this way, that as an adult he should be past this, and that he had done nothing more than ask the perfectly reasonable question of where his wife was. But old feelings were hard to suppress, and part of him was slipping into old pains. He started to feel claustrophobic from being seemingly the only one in the room not in on the joke.

Finally he found Vicky dancing with Jeff.

"Where's Amy?" He practically demanded, assuming they would know.

"Oh, they're not here?" Vicky answered. But her tone was so deliberately innocent that it all but shouted that she knew exactly where Amy and Todd were.

Terence wanted to grab her and shake her, but Jeff would easily put a stop to that. Even though Terence was fitter now, he was still shorter, and just lacked the instincts of a fighting man.

He pushed past Vicky and Jeff and went out into the hall.

Suddenly it seemed dark and quiet. The music and crowd from the gymnasium could be heard behind him, but as the doors closed, the noise faded from importance in his mind.

"Amy?" He called out and his voice echoed just a little bit.

He started walking down the hallway into the darkness. He looked into a bathroom at the end of one corridor. Then up some stairs and down another. He looked into bathrooms and listened at doors. It seemed silly that she would be in a dark room with no sound, but he didn't want to miss anything.

He searched and searched. Some rooms had lights on and he ran up to them, but Amy was not to be found. The building was largely empty.

It was on he way back to the gymnasium as he passed the boy's locker room that he heard a sound. Not much, just a muffled sound of a voice in a distance. It was echoing around on the flat concrete walls, which made the words unintelligible, but it seemed like a man and a woman talking.

Terence was not stupid, and at this point he had some idea of what must be happening. Something intimate was happening between the two of them. They did used to go out, so maybe there were feelings that Terence had not known about or considered. He was uncomfortable at the idea that they were reminiscing together about more romantic times, but part of him couldn't help but think that it was important to gain information. Information was how he made his career, so it was natural for him to want to know what was going on before rushing into a situation.

Instead of calling out to Amy, he cautiously stepped into the boys locker room, trying to listen and make out the words as he got closer. He expected to hear confessions of feelings or maybe Amy saying that she missed Todd but she was married now, or something along those lines. Some kind of conversation that would justify why they went off to have it in private, but he couldn't imagine it going further than that.

What he heard when he finally got in range to make out the words made his heart sink into his stomach in a way he was completely unprepared for.

"I knew I had to fuck you the instant I saw youmlph... glk...mmmlph...glp...glrk" 

It was Amy's voice. And as soon as the sentence was done, her mouth was clearly filled, something had been pushed in before she was expecting it. And while she was choking on it, she wasn't making noises of resistance, she was making loud slurping, sucking, wet noises.

"I know slut. I know that look in your eyes when you need my cock. Haven't seen it in years, but it's just the same."

It was Todd.

Terence froze. He just had no reaction. He had no idea what to do.

"God... that's sooo good. I love watching you stretch your mouth to try and get it all in," Todd said.

"Mmmmmlph... Mmmmmlllgk... Mmmmmmllnn" Amy was making noises of agreement while keeping her mouth moving up and down Todd's cock.

"I can't believe that stupid schmo sat there like a dumb-ass while you stroked my cock under the table," Todd said.

Amy giggled while licking the tip of Todd's cock.

"God, there were so many times I thought I was going to lose it and just tit fuck you right there on the table, right in front of him". Todd said.

"You want to see my big tits?" Amy asked coyly, and then went back to sucking Todd's cock.

"Fuck yeah, slut! Take that dress off," Todd said, in a commanding tone.

"Oh baby..." Amy said, catching her breath a little after the popping sound made by taking Todd's cock out of her mouth. "Let me just unzip the front a bit... this dress was made for tit fucking."

There was the sound of a zipper, and some shuffling movement. Todd said almost under his breath "lay down here", and then there was the sound of skin on skin slapping.

"Oh fuck... that looks so hot!" Todd said.

"I remembered how much you like tit fucking me, so I got this dress especially for you." Amy said.

Terence's eyes widened in horror as her words sunk in.

"You came here for my cock, huh? Did that dope buy this dress for you?" Todd said.

"Mmmm hmmm," Amy said with Todd's cock in her mouth.

"Hah hah hah!" Todd laughed. "That's perfect. Then I'm going to soak this dress in cum and fucking ruin it! I'm going to mark my territory!"

"You're so mean!" Amy said with a laugh.

"I'm mean?" Todd said in a fake questioning tone. "You're the one who jerked me harder under the table every time I made fun of that little faggot."

Amy made a laughing sound with Todd's cock in her throat.

"Mmlph... glph... no, I... mmllph... gllp..." She tried to object, but Todd kept thrusting his cock into her mouth.

"Oh, you fucking loved it, slut. Don't deny it. You know your husband is a fucking pussy, and it turns you on to compare him to a real man," Todd said.

Amy giggled as much as she could while sucking Todd's cock.

"Oh yeah, that's it... squeeze those huge tits together on my cock!" Todd moaned, "Oh yeah... see... you know your place is on my cock, as my slut. Your husband is nothing. He's a fucking wimp. I bet he can't even get you off in bed. Has he? Answer me slut!"

"mmlph.... mph... no... no, he can't... glph..." Amy said.

"Say it slut! Tell me the truth! Tell me about your husband!" Todd commanded.

"Mmmmmmmlph! Mllph! He... mlph... the only times I barely managed to cum was when I thought about your cock!" Amy said.

"That's it slut..." Todd said "You need to be fucked by a real man."

"Oh god, yes!" Amy squealed. "It's been too long!"

Terence had collapsed to his knees and he was shaking. He just couldn't believe it... it was all a lie. The whole marriage. Everything. She was never satisfied with him. She was waiting until she could see Todd again.

He knew that they had had an intense relationship, so much so that when Todd left on his athletic scholarship they decided they would have to break off completely. They both knew as attractive young people they would have many opportunities and didn't want to worry about what the other was doing. They hadn't had contact in years. But while Terence thought that it meant that she had moved on in life, it now seemed like it was left unfinished. She had been waiting for this reunion to see where her feelings were with Todd. And apparently it was revealed within a heartbeat of seeing Todd.

And Todd... Todd was his sadistic self, relishing in fucking Terence's wife. Enjoying her betrayal. And she certainly wasn't denying her enjoyment of the betrayal. Could she really be as sadistic as him.

No, Terence resolved. There was no way. He knew his Amy. Todd must be forcing her, manipulating her. He might even be raping her. I need to save her, Terence thought!

Suddenly the moment seemed like it could be the culmination of the intention of the evening. Could there be a better way to finally overcome all your teenage bullies than by saving your wife from them? To be the hero in that moment, knocking down the villain and leaving with the girl. Terence was fitter now, he knew some fighting moves. He knew he could do this, and when it was all over, he would have the satisfaction he had been dying for.

He got up and stormed around the corner of lockers, and what he saw shocked him for a critical moment.

Amy was on her back on a bench in between two rows of lockers. Her dress was unzipped in the front and her huge tits were out, and she was holding them up to squeeze Todd's cock. Her face, hair, and tits were covered in pre-cum fluid.

Todd was fully naked, straddling on top of her, his knees bent a little to get his cock down to the right level.

What shocked Terence was the size of Todd's cock. Even though Amy's tits were huge, his cock went all the way up between them to reach her mouth with plenty of length for her to take deep. It was rock hard and rigid, with huge veins bulging, and the head, which Terence saw as it slipped in and out of Amy's mouth, was bright purple. Terence always felt his cock was around average, maybe a little less if he was being truly honest. But seeing Todd's huge cock made him suddenly feel well below average.

Amy and Todd had barely noticed Terence, and Terence intended to use that to his advantage. Regaining his composure after his moment of shock at the scene in front of him, he balled his hands into fists and made his first step into a charge that would have been only two or three steps before reaching Todd.

But before he got any further, he was suddenly knocked off balance by a force coming from his side. Terence was slammed against a locker. Before he even really knew where he was, he felt a kick in his groin that sent a wave of sickness up through his stomach and into his head, making him dizzy and disoriented. He got punched in the side of the head, then punched again somewhere else. As blow after blow struck him, he lost track of where he was being hit, and how often and how hard.

When the beating eased up, Terence was picked up and forcibly placed on his knees facing toward Amy and Todd. As his head cleared, Terence took in the situation.

Todd and Amy were in the process of changing positions, nonchalantly, as if what happened to Terence wasn't enough to distract them. Amy was now bent over, her legs straight and straddling either side of the bench, and her hands on the bench to balance her. She was facing toward Terence. Todd was behind her, slapping his huge cock against Amy's perfect ass.

It was Jeff and Taylor who had issued the beating and were on either side of Terence, holding him in place. Vicky and Kate were leaning against the lockers on one side, looking at Terence and giggling.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, Todd!" Amy was whining and begging.

"Not yet..." Todd said. He had a huge smile as he looked directly at Terence.

"So, Terence," Todd said, "This turned out differently than I thought. I thought I'd fuck Amy behind your back for a while before making her dump you. But it looks like you've chosen to rip the band aid off, so to speak."

"Please..." Amy whined.

"Shut up slut," Todd dismissed her. "Terence, I think since you're here for the momentous occasion of when I start fucking your wife, it's only fitting that you give your blessing."

"What?!!" Terence shouted. "Never! Amy... you're not being yourself! Snap out of it!"

"Oh, Amy is being herself for the first time in a long time!" Todd laughed. "She's my cock-slut, and always has been. You can easily see it's true, can't you, Terence?"

"Fuck you," Terence said.

"Admit it, Beak-boy. Say that Amy is my cock slut, and that you could never satisfy her like I can with my big cock." Todd commanded.

"What? No! You're insane! Why the fuck would I say anything like that. Amy... tell him we're leaving..." Terence said.

Todd put his cock up against Amy's dripping pussy, and pushed just the very tip inside her.

"Yes... Yes...!" Amy said. But then Todd stopped. "What...? Baby please... fuck me... put it all the way in...! I neeeeed it!" Amy said.

"Not until Terence admits that you're my cock slut, and that only my cock can satisfy you," Todd said with smug satisfaction.

"I'm not going to say anything like that!" Terence said.

"I think you will. Amy... tell him. Tell him the truth," Todd commanded.

"No... Don't make me..." Amy whined.

Todd began gently moving the tip of his cock in and out of her pussy, just a little.

"Oh god... oh god... please..." Amy whined.

"Tell him!" Todd commanded.

Amy looked at Terence, and she actually looked a little annoyed.

"Honey... please just say what he wants..." Amy said.

"What?? A... Amy?" Terence stuttered. "How could you ask me to...?"

"Just fucking say it, you wimp!" Amy blurted out. Todd and the others laughed. "It will be easier if you just fucking say it! I'm going crazy!" Amy said. Todd moved his cock a little more, teasing her even more.

"Amy, please don't ask me to... I know you don't mean it... I know you love me..." Terence said weakly.

"I don't love you," Amy said quietly.

"Sorry, what was that?" Todd said in a joking tone. The others in the room laughed.

"I don't love you!" Amy screamed. "I... liked you, and I thought you were okay... but the sex... it never satisfied me. The way you fuck is... pathetic. I... I... just married you for the money."

"It's not true..." Terence said weakly. Tears started to well up.

"It is... I'm sorry... but it's true." Amy said, with a tone of almost giving up, as if there was no reason to hold back anymore. "That's why I've been fucking your business partner, your chauffeur, your friends... if you can call them 'friends'... everyone just uses you for your money, like I did."




Reunited



Terence just looked shocked.

"Whoa! I didn't see that coming!" Todd said with a big laugh. But then he turned back to Amy and said with mock seriousness "He still hasn't said it yet, slut. You need to be a good little girl before you get my cock..."

"Goddamn it you pathetic wimp!" Amy was so frustrated she was coming across as angry. "Just fucking say it! Say it because it's true! I'm his cock slut! Your cock is fucking pathetic next to his. Next to anyone's! I've been fucking almost everyone you know to keep myself from going insane being with you!"

Terence broke down and started to cry. Vicky and Kate looked at each other and rolled their eyes and giggled.

"Oh my god, are you crying?" Amy said. "This is all your fault, you know. I was ready to move on, maybe even make something of our relationship. But all those times you confided in me about how Todd bullied you and how that humiliated you... it got me thinking... I didn't care so much at the time, but the more you whined about what Todd did to you, the more I thought about what a man he was. After a while, I could only even be turned on enough to have sex with you if I thought about how Todd owned you."

Terence stared in slack jawed silence. Was it true? Could it be that he had ruined his own chances with Amy by constantly reinforcing Todd's alpha status in her mind.

"You know the truth," Amy continued. "I am so out of your league and you know it. I need to be with a real man. A real fucking man with a real fucking cock. You can try to make up for it with all the money in the world, but you'll never deserve a woman like me the way Todd does! We're a different class of people. We're the ones who fuck, and you're the type who watches."

Terence was outright bawling.

"Awwww... poor baby..." Amy sounded like a concerned mother, except there was sarcasm in her voice. It hurt Terence all the more to know that part of her probably was sympathetic, but it was being used to torture him by a side of her that was enslaved to Todd. She was losing her sanity as Todd kept tickling her with his rock hard cock. "I'm sorry this hurts so much dear, but I need his cock so bad. You need to stop me before I go on, because there's so much more I could say to hurt you... things you can't even imagine... Things I've done while we've been married..."

"You're Todd's cock-slut and I can't satisfy you like he can with his huge cock," Terence said weakly.

"I can't heaarrrr you...!" Todd said in a sing song tone. The two girls laughed.

"Amy is Todd's cock-slut and I can't satisfy her like he can with his huge cock," Terence said with his voice cracking and with short breaths as he was crying, but he managed to get it out.

As soon as Terence finished his sentence, Todd thrust his cock up into Amy. It looked almost like he was impaling her.

"Ohhhhhh GOOOOOOODDDD!!" Amy cried out. "YES! YES! I'm a slave to your cock master!"

Todd continued to fuck Amy for what seemed like forever to Terence. He had never seen Amy look so wild, so out of control, so completely uninhibited. She shuddered in orgasm time after time.

Every now and again she would look at Terence, and she would smile this evil smile, as if to say, "I guess now you finally see it. See the difference between you and a real man."

When Todd came, he pulled out, and shot long ropes of cum. It not only landed all over Amy's graceful back, and in her beautiful hair, but also shot past her and splattered on Terence's cheek and shirt. He was so crushed already though, that he merely winced. He was at even glad that having cum, it would be over.

However, he was wrong. Todd remained hard and after Amy licked his cock clean, he fucked her up against the lockers, making her huge tits bounce wildly, much to Todd's delight. Then he fucked her on the floor. Occasionally Vicky and Kate, who were making out with each other, would come over and passionately kiss either Amy or Todd, or lick the cum and pre-cum off Amy's face and body. It seemed to be part of a demonstration that Todd was the alpha male of this group, and while Jeff and Taylor were boyfriend and girlfriend with Vicky and Kate, Todd fucked them too.

After much fucking, they settled on Todd sitting on the bench, with Amy hungrily sucking his cock, her head moving so rapidly her tits bounced. The two men standing guard over Terence pushed his face forward so that he was a mere two feet away from Amy's face, forced to watch Amy lovingly worship Todd's huge cock.

"That's it slut! That's it slut!" Todd yelled. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming... don't swallow it though... Oh fuck that feels good. ... I want you to hold it all in your mouth."

Suddenly Todd spasmed and arched his back. Amy held onto his enormous cock with both hands to stop it slipping out of her mouth. It seemed Todd was pumping a cup full of cum into her mouth. Streams dribbled out the side of her mouth and down her chin, dripping into her massive cleavage. When he was finally finished. She obediently held it in her mouth and awaited further instructions.

"Take off your wedding ring," Todd commanded. Amy did so without hesitation.

"Now put it in his hand," Todd commanded. Amy turned to Terence and gently took one of his hands with both of hers, and placed the wedding ring into the palm of his hand.

"You know what to do next," Todd said. The two girls giggled.

Amy spit out all of the cum in her mouth into Terence's hand, covering the ring entirely. Then she closed his hand over the ring and the puddle of cum, and it squished through between his fingers.

Terence didn't want to have any of it in his hand, but he didn't know what to do with himself or the ring. Dumbfounded, and worn out from crying, he just held onto the ring and the cum drying in his hand.

Amy shook her head as if to say, "you're pathetic," and then she stood up to be cuddled under the arm of Todd, who stood in front of Terence. Todd's cock, even when only semi erect, was a hell of a site, and he deliberately stood in front of Terence so that Terence would have to look up at Todd's cock if he raised his head.

"Well you little faggot," Todd said, "I think you see now that things have changed. If I know my little slut, she hasn't just been fucking your business partners, but cutting some deals. She's more than a pretty face. I'm not doing too bad already, but I think my lifestyle is about to improve. Hmmmm... what to do with you now, though?"

Todd already knew the answer, which was obvious from the tone of his question. After he and Amy towelled off a bit and got dressed, Jeff and Taylor helped drag Terrence out the back of the locker room and to the back of the cafeteria where the dumpsters were.

"Aw yeah... the old dumpster is still here!" Todd said triumphantly.

Terence started to resist against being thrown in while Todd found a small rock to break the padlock off with.

"This... this is assault...!" Terrence screamed.

"Yeah... Probably..." Todd said casually. "I guess you have to decide whether or not you want to live your life with it being on record that as an adult you still get owned by your high school bullies. I think we'll just describe it as a prank gone wrong and we'll probably get off with a warning..." Todd opened the lid of the dumpster.

"I'll have my lawyers..." Terence started.

"You mean the ones I'm fucking?" Amy interrupted. Everyone laughed. Terence was deflated. He didn't resist at all when they tossed him into the dumpster and closed the lid.

As he sat in darkness, he heard them use something to fasten the dumpster lid closed.

"Don't worry," Todd called into the dumpster. "The janitors get here early in the morning before the students. Maybe they'll even remember you..."

More laughter.

"Terence?" Amy spoke softly into the dumpster. She didn't wait for a reply before continuing. "So, I guess this is goodbye. I just want you to know that I appreciate everything you did for me and a part of me really is sorry that this all had to happen to you. But... well... I think you know this is how things are really supposed to be. There's a natural order of things, and girls as beautiful as me will always end up with men who are superior to guys like you. We''ll be in touch, I guess, but I need to go with Todd now."

"Let's head back in for a few more dances. I want everyone to see me with you. Then we'll head back to Beak-Boy's place for me to ruin your dress like I said I would. I'm going to fuck you all over his house..." Terence heard Todd speak as his voice faded out.

Being back in the dumpster was more like the way it used to be than Terence expected. While he was obviously upset to be in the stinking, damp trash, what upset him more was how even though Amy had revealed herself to be just as sadistic as Todd, she was still so beautiful that a part of him wanted to forgive her and try to somehow get her back and make their relationship work.

As he lay in the darkness, he could vaguely hear the music from the gym and couldn't help but imagine everyone, especially Amy, laughing and smiling and having a good time. He wanted it to be him with her in there.

He cursed himself for not being able to hate her, and tried to go to sleep so that he wouldn't have to keep being confronted by his own weakness when he thought of her.